Page 34 of Marked By the Dark Lord
“Kneel,” he commanded, reddish lines starting to glow across his body like his skin was parting.
Somehow, I stayed standing, shaking my head. “If I’m going to die,” I said bitterly, “then I’m doing it on my feet.”
Where my courage came from was anyone’s guess. It certainly wasn’t my usual tactic. That place, those people, were changing me, it seemed. Forcing me to think about life in different ways as I came to understand just how little I’d known of the world.
Now, it seemed, I would die without understandinganyof it. How fitting.
“Kneel,” Korr’ok repeated in a firmer tone, the weight of his voice a physical thing that slammed into my shoulders and buckled my knees, driving me to the ground.
I had to put my hands out, exposing myself, to balance and stop myself from being smashed flat to the floor. The cold tile sank its chill into my skin, racing up my arms like some sort of death grip. Around me, the courtroom faded as black clouds gathered above me and fog whirled in, surrounding Korr’ok and me in a sphere.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, staring up at the terrifying figure.
His horns were longer. Weren’t they? Or did I imagine it? His features looked darker, less human, the cheeks starker as the skin grew gaunt. But that wasn’t all I noticed. His muscles were thick and covered his entire body, taut with force as he flexed, drawing the shirt tight across his abs. Deep breaths stretched his core, drawing my eyes lower …
“What the fuck?” I yelped. “Why are you fucking hard?”
Korr’ok’s cock was pushing against his pants, a thick bulging outline impossible to miss. He looked down at me and lifted one hand. Red energy coalesced in his upraised palm, a swirling mass that slowly resolved into a circular emblem.
I watched wide-eyed as he plucked it from mid-air with his other hand as if it were some sort of solid object.
“You will be bound to me,” he intoned. “Mine to command. Mine topunish.”
“I’m not going to be your slave,” I hissed, shrinking away from him. “I would rather die first.”
“The choice has been made for you,” he spoke. “You will not be a slave, but a prisoner.”
“A lot of people would fail to see the difference,” I shot back, glancing around us at the black smoke that had occluded the rest of the courtroom.
What was everyone else seeing? Were we alone in there, or was it like a one-way mirror?
“You lost the right to choose when you committed your crimes,” Korr’ok said with finality, gesturing with his right hand.
I cried out as his magic seized my body and lifted me into the air, pulling me close to him until we touched. My head arched back uncomfortably while his pecs pressed against my cheek. His abs against my chest.
His cock against my lower stomach.
Hissing at the feeling, I closed my eyes, fighting back the rising sensation, the answering lust to his obvious arousal. I wouldnotlet him have control of me. I wouldnot.
Lightning flickered in the black clouds. Red lightning. That couldn’t be a good sign.
Korr’ok’s magic lifted me higher until I was face to face with him.
“Put. Me. Down.” I said each word slowly and firmly, offering my best glare.
He clenched his fist in response and kissed me as I was yanked in even closer to him. His lips burned against mine, awakening a fresh ache between my legs that I couldn’t stop from rising like a tsunami into my mind, battering aside weaker urges and desires, such as morals and modesty.
I wantedmoreof this touch, of the liquid fires that were his lips. I wanted them on mine. On my neck, suckling at my breasts and trailing their inferno between my legs. I needed to be bent over and ridden, taken and used like I was meant for it. My pussy was instantly warm, and the heat grew with every passing second as the cloud of blackness and lightning grew tighter around us, like a cocoon sealing us in.
“Please.” The world tumbled from my lips like a moan.
Korr’ok’s eyes glowed like miniature twin suns in the darkness, peeling back the darkness as they devoured my naked, exposed body. They paused at my breasts, glowing brighter as he moved his gaze between my legs. His nostrils flared wide as he drank in my scent, feeding off my desires.
I could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell, covered in a thin layer of sweat that caused my skin to glisten. His tongue darted out along my neck, tasting it.
The shudder of ecstasy that rolled through me was divine. The whimper that escaped my throat was my demand for more. More of it. More ofhim. I no longer cared who or what he was. I simplywanted.
“You aremine,” Korr’ok growled as I floated in front of him, naked and dripping.
