Page 43 of Ruthlessly Mated
He holds me close, my head on his shoulder, my tears leaking onto his shirt. His arms are wrapped firmly around me, keeping me in place and giving me a deep sense of comfort.
“Whatever you’ve done is not the same as whoever you’re going to be in times to come,” he says. “It’s possible to turn over a new leaf, and that’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to be a good girl for us, because we are going to make sure you are. What you’re feeling now is discipline. It doesn’t always feel good, but it’s necessary.”
I hide my face in his chest and I ensure I say nothing else, because everything feels like a damning confession.
Tailor
She’s actually taken her punishment rather well. I’m quite proud of her. I’m quite proud of myself too, and in a far better mood now that I have finally mated her. She felt like perfection when she was wrapped around my cock, every bit of her body responding to me, her wet and warm walls clasping at me with animal desperation. If I was worried about being left on the outside, I’m not anymore. She’s made for me, and I know it.
“You’re being a good girl,” I assure her, rubbing her back in slow circles. “I know it didn’t feel like it, but you’ve done such a good job taking your punishment. And I know you’re going to learn your lesson, even if it takes a few tries. This is new, and you’re adjusting.”
She is so adorable when she sobs. I shouldn’t take as much satisfaction and enjoyment in it, I suppose, but feeling her quivering pussy tight around my knot while she shook with well-deserved contrition was a sexual memory I will cherish for a very long time.
Damon extends his arms, as if asking for her. I relinquish her into his care and watch as he carries her away like a bride being taken over the threshold. She seems grateful for his interference. She doesn’t know him terribly well yet. His silence is covering for myriad sins.
He takes her back to the bedroom, and a few minutes later, Conroy and I hear moans issuing from that little room. Curious, the pair of us get up and look in, not to interrupt, but to see. We might both have bred her in rapid succession, but we’d not miss the sight of her third mating.
Damon is coiled around Kita, his cock deep inside her. Her pale thighs are spread for his dick, his hand is over her mouth, keeping her quiet. Her pussy is quite red and swollen from previous punishments and breedings, and I’m sure it aches from taking two thick knots inside one after the other, but she’s not fighting him the way she always fights Conroy, and she hasn’t been punished in the same way I punished her, but she seems settled with him in a way she is not settled with either of us. Damon may not know what to say, but he always seems to know what to do.
“How does he do that?” Conroy mutters.
“He doesn’t argue with her. He just gives her what she needs. He’s usually ahead of her somehow. He pays attention to things we don’t even seem to notice.”
“Alright,” Conroy growls. “He’s the best, is he?”
“Don’t be jealous, I am sure she enjoys cutting her teeth on you just as much as she likes gracefully submitting to him.”
Conroy grimaces at me. “Are you trying to annoy me?”
“Yes, because you need to loosen up. You’re not this much of an asshole.”
“Yes, I am.” He snorts. “And we just lost everything.”
He’s sore about watching the port burn. It has not been long since the whole debacle. Two days is not enough time to come toterms with such a significant loss. Our whole lives were tied up there. We were kings of that place. I think that mattered more to Conroy than it did to me. I’m already looking forward to what the future brings.
“Not everything,” I remind him. “There’s insurance from the port. There’s your family den. There’s the country house idea. We didn’t lose everything; we got a fresh start with a mate. There are so many possibilities for what’s coming.”
“We need to get out.”
“There is no out. Not with the truck, and not without it. Even if we were to sneak out using something like a sewer or something equally disgusting, it would be foolish to think those exits aren’t under surveillance.”
CHAPTER 6
Kita
Pinned by indecision, and with no clear safe route any of us are prepared to take, we do nothing. This suits me just fine, because nothing was my plan all along. I want to see Alexander dash himself against the humans. I want to see him crushed by the creatures he considers so far beneath him. People fear ancient evils, but they don’t understand how weak they can be. Plagues that used to wipe out entire populations can now be bested with a simple pill. The world has evolved to defend against evils of all kinds, and I believe Alexander is ripe for a rude awakening.
My mates spend the day prowling and talking. Well, Tailor and Conroy do, anyway. Damon sits back, quiet as ever, and lets events unfold around him. He is unhurried in every sense. I have slept with all three of these males. That’s quite amazing to me. I really thought I’d stay a virgin forever. I never had a plan to meet anybody.
And now I’ve been mated over and over and over again. I’m glad. It’s nice to have gotten properly laid before I die.
Alexander arrives at the city the next night. His army comes with torches that burn red, snaking across the desert in a generally menacing way. I’m sure there’s no practical reason for that. They’ve just added a chemical compound to make it turn a vampiric color because they know that humans’ heads are easily fucked with.
Their first act of war is to set up great big speakers outside the city walls. The city guard fires a few pot-shots, but the vampires are quicker than bullets and pretty much just step out of the way before they can be hit. That’s going to pose a technical problem for the humans. I hope they’re working on ways around it.
“Are they going to fight, or are they going to host a rave?” I mutter the question as we watch their prep on the television. The humans have the whole thing being covered by drones, of course.
“Worse. They’re going to talk,” Conroy growls. “We need to be ready to move. All of us. I want four bags ready, fully provisioned. We should try to get some walkie-talkies, or cheap phones. Burners. We might have to split up, and we need to be able to get back in touch.”
