Page 24 of Nidev and Lyric

Hunger rolled through him, turning his body into an instant insane asylum, pulling her in tight and locking her up.

She woke in the sick possession with an innocent sound that wrapped his cock in a noose. With a slow moan that suckled his balls, she arched against him, starting that new war of wills meant especially for her. It was all about the method, now. The mindless fuck rampages clashed with the simmering filth storm in his blood. One wanted everything, instantly, and at all times. The other was methodically setting up something much bigger. More refined. It didn’t want to waste a drop of his derangement but rather divide it up into armies for a micromanaged slaughter.

But in the end, the two forces agreed on a singular thing—ruin Lyric. Own Lyric.

He pressed his lips on her shoulder as her fingers sought to wrap around his raging cock. He caught her wrist with a low growl and moved her hand between her legs. “Sixty seconds and no more. Rub it very slowly. But don’t come.”

He opened her legs more with one hand then captured half her breast in his mouth and milked it for several seconds before slowly lifting for a suckle on the soft nipple. Her breath hitched then shuddered when he let it pop from his lips, flicking the tightened peak with his tongue.

He then pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll text you.”

That meticulous power waging the long war allowed him to roll out of bed with zero struggle. But his rampage urges made a sudden comeback when he glanced back at her, legs open, fingers rubbing her pussy. His jaw locked at her fucking tits. He moved his gaze to her face, finding her eyes boiling on him, her lips soft and parted, strained, shuddering pleasure adding more lust rage to his stockpile.

In the bathroom, he paused at the shower. He wouldn’t wash her off. He’d let her seep into his pores and feed his hunger. Maybe the other Kings would smell it and subconsciously know she was his. That his madness belonged toher. And he didn’t want to waste a drop on cock-blocking warfare.

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The air in the meeting chamber with the Kings was packed tight with their unhinged bat gifts.

Nidev took his usual place at the head of the table while seats were taken. In the two minutes before the meeting started, he silently collected all the relevant data regarding their ascensions. The task was mandatory but its purpose was divided. One part measured their strength as a resource for the war outside their swamp, the other measured its threat to the war within it.

He mentally cataloged his perfect army beginning with those rankinghigh riskto his Lyric psychosis. Lore and Alerik. Both their gifts had reached dangerous levels. Lore was now a freak-force of nature, his voice no longer an external influence but a forced auditory fuck. He whispered bat-lust bombs in your ears without even trying. He’d gotten a handle on it around the students, but Nidev still wanted him nowhere near Lyric. A real predicament being she was his star pupil.

And Alerik was much the same, only his gift was through touch.

After them two, the risks dropped to medium. Thakx’s gift no longer needed a person to speak—it was learning to feel what wasn’t being said. Conversations were now autopsies.

Rukem’s building ability in the Dreamscape had grown exponentially. His thoughts were like strands that bridged literal distance. He was at the edge of creating alternate versions of reality but was the least threatening while being bound to his woman.

Kaelmore’s gift on the other hand was one Nidev envied. Being in his presence peeled back unknowns. What was hidden couldn’t stay hidden. Nidev wanted him to access what his brain was hiding from him and planning. He didn’t really care if Kaelmore knew the depth of his depravity since he shared similar symptoms. He only cared what he did with that knowledge. Nidev would risk a confrontation if his brother was brave enough to be that stupid.

Krovax was Kaelmore’s opposing force. Where Kaelmore cleared paths, Krovax locked them, making them the perfect team in any mission. The same was true for Vex, Gauld and Skul. Vex could now map the ever-shifting patterns in people. And Gauld was no longer just traveling the pathways in the Dreamscape, he could move through most minds. Skul had gone from simple vision to interpretation. A single glance cracked a person open and laid them bare.

Their combined gifts could locate anybody in real time. And if they added Feral to their team, they could manipulate the time trajectory of any mission.

The last were Vale and Dalk—lowest risks, for now. Vale was able to steal relevant details from people’s minds without even realizing and Dalk, their locations operator, could nowanchor those they located with the Dreamscape. That meant no more arriving on location, only to find they’d left.

After their meeting, King Skul cornered Nidev and got himself elevated to the tippy top of the threat board. “I was wondering what you thought of me using Lyric for a project.”

He threw every ounce of his strength into his mental shield while contemplating how to hold it and speak normally. “Wouldn’t Lore be safer to use?”

Skul dodged his direct gaze before leaning in with a low mutter. “Yes, he would be, if his mind wasn’t a whorehouse of words.” He got a few inches closer. “One conversation and you’re face down and ass-up, getting gang-banged by the alphabet with him. It’s fucking outrageous.”

Nidev gave a slow, deliberate nod, while something inside ripped free of its leash. “And you think Lyric would be a better option.”

Skul looked around, behaving like a predator procuring a victim. “I think she’s... clean. Untouched, cognitively speaking.” His head tilted slightly while he avoided Nidev’s burning glare. “A rare mind. Untouched by manipulation.”

Nidev didn’t blink. But his cock-rage did. It was in his throat, his spine, his fucking skull, screaming its own translation for untouched. “And you’d like to study what, exactly?”

Skul’s lips barely moved, his voice a careful thread of sound. “The way she processes sound and its meaning. Her mind doesn’t just hear—it absorbs, translates, and projects. Her voice isn’t just her gift, it’s a cognitive event.” He let the words settle before adding, “I want to see if I can map the mechanics of it. If I can track the way she filters external stimuli, how she converts words into intention. If I can understand that… I might be able to refine my sight past the surface layer.” His gaze finally flicked to Nidev’s, just for a second. “She might help me see what isn’t meant to be seen.”

Nidev’s smile was slow as his intentions coated his vocal cords in a velvet strangulation. “She’s mature enough to decide that for herself.” He held his mind on absolute lockdown, unreadable, unshaken. But Skul wasn’t using his gift. He was using something more irritating—his intuition.

Nidev allowed the silence to stretch till Skul nodded once. “Appreciate the advice.”

With that, he slipped into the halls like a walking dead man. Nidev didn’t move or breathe as every part of his mind calculated, reframed, rearranged. He stood, waiting for the verdict of what this did to the long game he still didn’t fully know.

When nothing came, he pulled out his phone and opened it to Lyric. She’d read his last text thirty minutes prior. He slipped his phone in his pocket and headed to his office to deal with external issues, needing something to fixate on till their lunch date.

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