Page 17 of The Surrender

My stomach does a little somersault at the sight of the village a couple miles away. “Where the sky dresses the trees...” I muse, loving how the fog clads the low-lying, forested area. And how apt the village is.

I take a step forward but stop dead in my tracks at the familiar sound of yipping behind me. Spinning around, I thrill at my pup bounding toward me. “Jinxy! Who let you out?”

I open my arms to welcome the fox, only for him to scamper right past my side, wagging his bushy tails behind him. Except, he doesn’t progress down the causeway toward the village. Panic surges through me, tightening all my limbs, and I lurch, almost dropping the sack. Clutching it like a preserver to my chest, I hurry after my little fox who dashes around the side of the mountain.

“He’s just a baby!” I remind myself. He doesn’t know any better.

When he pauses a dozen or so feet from me and scratches at something on the ground, I pray he’ll turn around. My chest aches, and I take tentative steps toward the pup, so, I don’t startle him. “Come on, Jinxy. That’s the wrong way, boy.”

He sniffs the air, the fur on his back pricking. Holding my breath, I close in on him, my hands prepared to pounce. The tails lifting is my only warning. “No!” I cry out just before he bolts and takes off into the pass—right in the direction of the adjoining mountain near the mile-long rock face that borders Kyan’s Court. At first, I glance back, wondering if I should turn around and hurry as quickly back as I can. If Kyan returns soon, he could fly me to Jinx.

Until the distant sound of thunder cracks to rattle the sky. “No...” I whimper. A knot forms in my throat, and desperate adrenaline charges into my blood.

Less than a few seconds, I wait as my little fox scampers toward the darker mountain, hoping he’ll turn around. But my love for him wells up and sends my feet chasing after him. Whether the storm or other predators, I can’t abandon him. He’s never abandoned me.

While low-lying foothills carpeted in forests and fog make up Kyan’s side of the mountain, this rock face veering sharply to the right is darker and colder. Shadows claw on all sides of me. My limbs shudder, but I heave deep breaths and fix my eyes on the sight of Jinx’s tails bustling well ahead of me.

Quickening my pace and dismissing any of the foreboding emotions, I hurry after the pup. I’ll be damned if a hawk eyes my little fox for a meal and swoops in to pluck him from the ground. He doesn’t stop. My breath staggers as I stumble over a host of random rocks. I follow Jinx all the way to the end of the pass—at least a half-mile in distance.

Unfathomable to think of how Kyan’s castle lies just on the other side of the steep rocks on my left,—impossible to climb. And while his territory may be the Court of Storms, the wind on the left side seems warmer, more welcoming. On my right, frost girds the veins of the deep gray rocks. The left side contrasts as a mahogany brown with moss growing all over the steep ridge.

Once Jinx scurries to that sharp right where the pass ends, I hurry after him before he can get too far from my line of sight. And as soon as I round the corner of the pass, my heart seizes in my chest. I lose all sense of breath.

The rocky path descends to none other than a ravine—but the most enchanting and beautiful ravine I’ve ever seen. Like something out of a wintry fairytale. Long thin icicles stream down all sides of the ridges bordering the ravine. Crystalline frosted trees grow everywhere with soft starburst-like deposits of ice upon the boughs where fog and mist have frozen. Needle ice and frost beard scrawl delicate, silky patterns all over the tangled thickets on the ground.

Once the movement ahead of me catches my eye, I shake my head out with a smile and wander towards Jinx who bats at some of the frost beard. I giggle as he leans down to chomp on the crystals only to snort and sneeze from the burst of frost. Just before I reach his side, the earth shakes beneath my boots.

And caves in.

I fall through a whirlwind of snow, soil, and rocks—screaming the whole way down.

13

I belong to Kronos.

QORA/NERAYA

“What is your name, child?” demands Kronos in far more of an amused croon as he hammers into me from behind.

I grip the handles of the bench as he pounds my newly birthed center for the seventh time today. Tears splinter the film of my eyes in their efforts to push through, but I hold back the dam, denying them departure. A wonder that the tender flesh between my thighs can feel so raw, inflamed, and sore while the rest of me is as numb as my prior shadowy form. No tingles erupt upon my skin. No sense of lightning striking my veins. No lust to heat my blood. It’s nothing like Quintessa described.

And still, my inner muscles betray me and spasm, convulsing around the Emperor’s steel cock. I shriek and moan, knowing he enjoys the sounds, then obediently cry out my new name, “Nereya.”

With a satisfied grunt, Kronos unleashes himself upon me. My nail cracks from how hard he fucks me, rutting into me and giving my bottom a hard, deep pinch. Bruises still throb and ache from where he marked my breasts earlier, the nipples red from how hard he gnawed on them. Nothing more than a doll for him to use. A doll he created. If he destroys me, he can simply harness my soul and grow a new form for me.

“That’s right, little mine. You know who you belong to, don’t you?”

After pulling out, Kronos jerks my hips, and I suck a deep breath, knowing what’s coming when he turns me around to press my back to the bench, so my bottom hangs off the edge. Juices trickle out of me. “Mmm...” he stabs his fingers into my channel, and I wince from him moving his digits inside my burning pussy, swirling my fluids and his cum which he then uses to rub against the dark hole below. “You’re so pretty when you’re covered in all of me, little soul.”

Leaning over me and gripping the handles, the god-eater hums low in my ear, “But if you think you can fool me, mine, you are sorely mistaken. So sorely, I’ll make you feel it until you believe it. I am your maker. I am your possessor. I am your deity. And you will respect and revere me as such.”

He shifts the handles until the iron bar anchoring them locks me in place, biting me with its icy metal. Then, he slaps my sex with that massive cock before shifting it lower with a cruel gleam in his eye. Yes, he likes fucking my ass like this. A torture to know I cannot escape his gaze. I can’t fade into the bench while he trains all his attention on my dark hole.

I bite my inner cheek, mentally preparing myself for the thunderous pain. While I may not have experienced any others but him, I’ve certainly witnessed Quinn’s experiences enough to understand the Emperor is every bit as well-endowed, if not more, than the monster Kings of the Waste. They simply have other additions to their dicks. But what Kronos lacks in adornments or otherworldliness, he makes up with in sheer size...and savagery.

“You think I cannot break you,” he growls and positions the crown at the puckered hole. “You’re wrong.”

One push. He shoves what is far too gigantic into too small of an orifice. And as soon as half his dick pops inside my ringed hole, I scream. I scream, loving and hating the pain. Because I deserve it after betraying Quinn, after I led her to Kronos when she had no defense. I deserve it for how much I hate her for the sins of the god-eater.

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