Kapitel 70: Chapter 70: Drek
His gaze locked with the female's - drawn in by her golden eyes. They were fierce and ready to kill. "I came to collect whoever possessed the mark. I didn't expect a female would carry it." Drek had a soft spot for females. Most of the ones he bedded were docile.
"Why did you bind me?" She shouted when she couldn't move her body.
"Because I can," he gave a snarky reply. His carelessness almost cost him everything. When the female threw a punch earlier, he twisted just in time, and she only nicked his manhood. If she landed the blow, it would be over for him. Nomens were tough, but their most vulnerable spot had to be between their legs. A male who couldn't sire his bloodline would have no status in the Clan.
"What kind of answer is that?" She shouted louder.
Drek stood back and admired the female's strength. Tiny veins popped out on her slender neck as she tried to move, but after a while, she could only lift that pretty little head.
"It's useless. You're completely powerless," Drek leaned in to say.
The female tried to move again. "What are you looking at!" She bunted her head against his.
He grabbed her chin amused. "You, Princess," and chuckled loud before he took her lips in his. Sweet and warm they tasted. He forced his tongue and spit deep into her mouth.
His kissed infuriated the female more, and the bottom part of his lip stung as her teeth clamped down, but he bit into her lips as well. She wouldn't let go, and neither would he. After several moments the taste of blood filled both their mouths, and she finally released, but he didn't. Drek wanted her to learn who was in control.
It wasn't until the female's cry gave Drek the assurance he needed to let go finally. He swallowed the blood and smirked. "Behave or you won't like what I'll do next..."
What's happening... The entire forest disappeared. Drek started to fall, and fast, right through dark clouds until he plopped onto the ground. He rolled onto all fours and coughed. Where am I?
Heat seared across his face, and Drek rose to his feet. What is this? His long fingers stretched towards the streaks of violet light that swirled and twisted in front of him.
The moment he made contact a shock of energy reverberated through his body and a powerful force burned inside him, and Drek grew stronger. How incredible! All of this hidden inside the female?
Suddenly he stood back in the forest again looking down at the female. Her eyes glared up at him.
"There's so much strength behind those lips," his finger smudged the blood across her lip.
"Don't touch me," she hissed.
"I'll do as I please with you," he clicked his tongue. Drek wanted to test his newfound strength and walked towards a tree. With his sword in hand, he swung hard against the tree trunk, and it split in half. "Incredible!" He turned over to the female. "I've found my mate. You are mine."
"Never!" She screamed.
Drek wanted to hear her scream but not this kind of scream. He walked back and grabbed her chin. "Shhhhh... Your Royal Family has grown weak. They can no longer protect the Nomens. In the Ethereal Forest, Aleric hunts us and on the outside, the other races hunt us. Every year Aleric's creatures, and men grow in numbers, but what happens to the Nomens?" He asked, knowing she had no idea.
"More of us die," she answered.
"Correct," he looked puzzled. He didn't expect the female to know since she lived outside of the clans. "Still, your Father King Baasa would rather we hide in the forest like frighten animals."
"How do you know what my father wanted?"
"Instead of forcing the Clans together and fight for our piece of this world, he sent them further into the Ethereal Forest. Then disappeared," Drek lifted the female into his arms and headed towards his Fenrir. "What else could that mean."
"Maybe there's another reason," she gazed up at Drek. From this angle, she had a clear view of the scar across his face. She continued to stare at him.
Drek caught the females eyes stuck on him and smiled. Those fierce eyes only became more aggressive, but he found them bewitching. He could sense her curiosity for him starting. It's what he wanted, and it wasn't until he spoke that she looked away.
"We'll never know now. I assume your Father's dead since you have the mark," then hoisted the female onto the Fenrir's back and jumped into the saddle. "Go," he told the beast who moved forward in long strides.
Next, he propped her limp body up against his. This smaller frame of hers molded perfectly into him, but he'd have to break the female in. Slow and steady, that's what they told him on how to breed these smaller females. A purebred female would be bigger, but this female seemed to have inherited more human traits.
"He's dead. Aleric killed my entire family," she answered.
There was a pause in her voice, and he knew that pain well. Drek lost people he cared about to Aleric. "Soon, there will be nowhere for us Nomens to hide. You're probably wondering why I'm doing this? I need the mark to control all the Nomens and whatever that is inside your blood."
"That's your plan? Rape me for the mark? What if I were a male?" She said.
"I am your Liege; you obey and never question me," he forced her face towards his. "You don't know how Nomens suffer or live. A halfbreed hiding among the humans wouldn't understand," then shoved her head away and she fell forward.
"You'd make a terrible mate. I'd rather kill myself instead," she sighed loudly, and he knew she did it on purpose.
Drek grabbed the female's waist and pulled until a nice firm backside pressed up against his groin.
"You disgust me!" She yelled again.
With a handful of the female's hair, he pushed her head forward, and she winced. That ass, and the noise she made hardened the growing desire between his legs. "You'll wish to be dead after I'm done with you," and ran a hand down her backside.
"It's a shame our males are only big in other areas, but never where it's most important," she snarked. "They can only think with the wrong head. That's why so many of us Nomens die."
"Us?" He yanked on a lock of her hair until the female's entire body slammed against his chest. "You're not one of us halfbreed." He pressed his hardened shaft to her ass.
"You better have enough poison to keep my mark suppressed because the moment I break free. I'm going to cut that little thing you keep pressing up against me off."
Drek's bellowing laugh startled the female, and she briefly closed her eyes, and that made him laugh louder. "I asked our Healer to make this especially for you," and he pushed the female forward. "The only thing you'll be doing to this is sucking it." He snarled. "You won't be able to move for four hours. Imagine all the things I can do to your body." He smirked. She was strong, and he would enjoy breaking her in.
"Like I said, thinking with the wrong head again," she sneered.
He ignored those words but instead went back to admiring her backside.
Several hours later they traveled as far as the Fenrir would go for the night and Drek decided to make camp. He would breed the female tonight and seal the bond between them. With her backside pressed to his groin the entire ride. His loins were dying for release, but the male's scent she carried killed his senses. He had to get rid of it.
When the maids presented him with a female, she would have been bathed and cleaned but this one he'd have to clean himself.
After he set up camp and started a small fire, Drek picked up the female. He placed one hand on the bottom corner of the tiny top she wore, and fear flashed across her face.
"Please... Don't... I'm pregnant," she begged.
He burst into a laugh, and her eyes quickly closed. He couldn't be any happier. It meant she could birth him, sons. "Good," he said, and with one pull her top came right off showing him her breasts and pink nipples. Instinct kicked in, and his head moved towards the female ready to claim a plump breast in his mouth, but a cry burst out, and the tears that streamed from her eyes stopped him. She cried with a sadness that caused the back of his throat to swell up, and he looked away.
Drek didn't care how the females felt his purpose was to sire his bloodline; it was the only way to solidify his status in the Clan. He grabbed her skirt along with the undergarment and with one yank pulled it off then threw it aside. She began to cry louder and sobbed. The sounds were daggers to his morality.
But he wanted the female and her to know he's in control. He wouldn't force her tonight, but he'll teach her a damn good lesson. "I'll wash you first," Drek said and carried the female into the spring.
She cried with her face buried into his chest. They were long agonizing cries that ate away at him more. He wanted to tell her to stop crying, and he wouldn't do anything tonight, but this female would only take advantage of his kindness. With a finger curled under her chin he turned the female towards him. Then brushed away the tears that fell on a face painted with dirt. At this point, he didn't know if she cried out of fear or sadness. "Stop it," he said. Those cries started to crack away his tough exterior and being a Kreato. They didn't break for anyone.
Drek made gentle motions and washed the female's long black hair, then moved further down. He'd been eyeing these parts since the clearing, to see her entirely naked finally, only made his desire worst. Drek scrubbed a little harder to ensure there would be no trace of the male's scent left on her body.
She kept both eyes locked on him the entire time, it made him nervous, and Drek never felt nervous. He looked away.
When he finished, he brought the female back over to the fire and with a cloth from his bag, dabbed the water droplets littered across her body. He pressed his nose to her neck and sniffed. Good. The scents gone.
With his cloak spanned across the ground, Drek laid the female down. She trembled hard that her teeth chattered. He still wanted to make sure she understood who was in charge here.
Drek slipped beside the female and ran his fingers across her belly. She's probably not that far along because he only felt a tiny bulge that rounded slightly. Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, and he wiped them away. "What should I do with this body?" Drek whispered.
"Don't hurt my child," her voice trailed off.
"Only if you serve me well," his hand slid slowly down towards the female's thighs, and she tensed up. Drek wanted to instill fear and dominance. From the rapid breaths, she took when his fingers stopped just slightly above her heat. Drek was sure she would break soon.
A surge of excitement shot through the flesh between his legs. "Beautiful," he sniffed at the female's neck. All this touching made his loins on fire.
"I have a husband," she whimpered.
"It doesn't matter," Drek planted a series of kisses hard across the female's neckline, and he felt her throat moved as she swallowed, but continued to run his fingers across her soft skin.
After several minutes her shaky voice and glossy eyes gave Drek the confirmation he needed that she was afraid and desperate at least.
"He... He's Geneoshi. If you do this, he'll kill you and every Nomen he finds," she threatened. "I'm Nomen too, and I don't want to see my people killed over this."
"Geneoshi?" Drek stopped and laughed. She spoke as though he should be scared, and the confidence that returned to her face turned him on. "Tell me, Princess, who is this Geneoshi you're married to?" There weren't many left in this world.
"General Ryas..."
His hand tightened around the female's neck. "I know Ryas. He's killed so many of my kind. I should breed you right now just to appease my with anger him. Let's see then if he will still want you." The situation couldn't get any better. Drek had the mark, access to an unlimited amount of power, and Ryas' mate all within his hands. Once he returned, even the elder Nomens will follow him. A smile spread across his face while the female's eyes flashed with worry.
From the corner of his eyes, Drek caught sight of movement. A few slender fingers curled back and forth. Shit! He'd been so caught up with breaking her in he'd forgotten how much time passed.
Drek bolted to his knees and reached for the darts on his belt. The moment his fingers wrapped around a dart, she jolted up and closed a hand around a dart as well.
Fear flashed across Drek's face for the first time since he caught her.
They both tore away a dart each from his belt and plunged the tips forward.
She stuck him in the chest, and he got her in the shoulder.
Drek collapsed face down with a hand-thrown over her right breast while she fell onto her back again.
"Idiot!" She snarled at him.
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