章 49: 49 - Admiral Vicerion (2.49k words)
Vick's POV
Does she ever miss me even a fraction of the way I miss her?
I stood at the bottom of an expanse of snow-covered high hills, holding a device inspired by the gastropods.
Gastropods were known to have unique sensory organs, which were attuned to gravitational waves and electromagnetic fields ─ possessing a sensitivity to the subtle fluctuations of spacetime itself. It was incredible to think that YaYa's father had drawn inspiration from these humble creatures to create devices capable of bridging dimensions.
A small part of the hill opened, granting me access inside.
"Welcome back, Admiral Vicerion. It's an honor to be in your presence." A soldier, wearing a dark, futuristic tactical wear, greeted me with a salute, "You look well."
"I feel well, thanks, CEE." I said, shaking the snow off my shoulders.
I stood inside a majestic structure. The walls were lined with glowing, translucent, blue-green veins, and the stone floor beneath my feet was made from a similar material. The ceiling was tall, vaulted, and lined with long, thin, white crystals that radiated a soft light.
I stepped through an archway, passing two armed soldiers, who all bowed in my direction.
"Her Highness is not with you today?" asked CEE, "It's been a while since I last saw her, ten years, maybe?"
"Yes, ten years," I looked over at him, "I'm here to meet her father."
"Oh, he's in the lab as always. Should I lead you to him?"
"No, that's alright, I know the way."
"Yes, sir."
I entered an elevator and descended into the belly of the mountain. I left the elevator and turned down a corridor, following a series of glowing veins that led to a door.
"Come in, Vick," came a voice.
I opened the door and entered a spacious hall filled with a dozen different workstations. Each station contained a variety of strange equipment, along with a plethora of screens.
A tall, lean man sat on the opposite side of the room behind a large desk. He wore a protective face shield and held a large, shining orb between his gloved hands.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," I said, listening to the sucking and moaning sound from under the man's desk.
"You are, but I'll allow it." The man said and continued to study the glowing orb, ordering the two females from under his desk to leave.
They both crawled out, revealing themselves to be YaYa's stepsisters. Both of them were stark naked, apart from the collars around their necks. Their skin was flushed, and their mouths were covered in the man's cum. They scurried off after cleaning and tucking him back into his pants, giggling and blushing at the sight of me.
"Sorry about the mess," The man removed his face shield, "Those girls are always so eager to please." He set the orb inside a case and removed his gloves.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was a male version of YaYa ─ her twin. She had inherited all the best features from her father that she could. He had a sinful yet regal beauty. The dark, mischievous gleam in his dark red eyes, the way his mouth seemed to curve up a bit more on one side. He carried an air of aristocracy that made people instinctively bow, an air that made his every word seem like a royal decree.
"No problem at all," I said, watching the girls scamper past me.
"How have you been? Any news about my little princess?"
"She is doing much better," I revealed how we had taken in three males, and how I planned to have YaYa bond with them, "Is there really no way for her to get pregnant? I want to give her a baby. Our baby."
He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together, "If I knew a way, I'd still have my wife by my side. Our kind has a sex drive of bunnies yet no natural ability to conceive. It's not a defect. It's just nature. The only way for you to give my daughter a child would be to sacrifice her own life like my late wife did."
I didn't like the sound of that, not in the slightest, "Why would your wife do that? What does it mean to sacrifice her life?"
"In order to produce a single egg, she sacrificed her entire life source. It was the only way she could have a child with me, the only way we could have had our daughter. We couldn't use surrogacy either. My sperm can't fertilize a human egg."
"Why did you let her do it?" I felt a deep ache in my chest for Yaya, and my fists balled at my sides.
"My wife didn't want to live forever, so she chose to end her life by producing a child, our child." He said without a sign of sadness, "Even if Yaya planned to produce an egg, the only one who could fertilize it is her father, so imagine how impossible that would be for her."
"There has to be a way," I insisted, placing a stack of emeralds on his desk I collected along the way, "The emeralds can be used as a battery. She can be given an artificial life source."
"What do you think our kind have been doing all these centuries?" He laughed, and waved his hand at the screens behind him, at the various maps of different worlds, "We've been traveling to different dimensions, studying other life forms, getting into wars, all of this in search of a solution, to prevent our kind from going extinct. I'd love for you to give my daughter a child someday, but it would take a miracle."
"How can I give her that miracle?" I asked, not backing down.
"I'm working on it," he replied, pointing at a screen that contained a map, "We're about to invade a new world, a world where the people are gifted with magic. I'm hoping we'll find a way there. We've built a bridge and a powerful stronghold to start a covert invasion. If only my little princess wasn't so focused on dealing with some trash and instead helped me conquer new worlds...but you know her, she's stubborn."
"She is." I agreed, "She still refuses to go all the way with her new males."
"It's your fault for trying to push her into a poly relationship. The only reason she let in other males is because she loves you, and wants you to be happy. You must have told her that it's ok to love other men, right?"
"Right."
"But is it really?"
"Yes. Yes, it is."
He chuckled, "Don't lie to me, Vick. You're a greedy, prideful bastard who hates the fact that my princess has needs you can't fulfill. She had stayed in celibacy for ten whole years to prove her love for you, after you asked her to open her heart and legs to another male. Now, you're pushing her to do it again, with more than one male. Tell me, is that fair? Is that right?"
"I just want her to be happy," I said, lowering my gaze. "I want her to have everything ─ everything I can't give her."
"You know what my princess wanted at that time? She wanted you. Just you."
I felt my throat constrict, and my eyes sting, "I'm sorry," I whispered, "If only I wasn't born like this...I wouldn't need other men to─"
"To fuck her," he finished, "Because a true man wouldn't need other men."
"That's right." I admitted, hating my own origins, my own body, "I would have been fine if she found another man beside me. I could have handled it. I could have shared her with someone else, but...I never expected her to choose celibacy instead."
A celibacy where she didn't let me touch her, a celibacy where she didn't even allow herself to touch her own body, denying her own pleasure, just so she could stay true to me.
I had begged her for forgiveness, given her ultimatums. I had threatened her, and tried to seduce her. Everything. She had chosen a life of misery with me over a life of pleasure without me.
"If you weren't born the way you are," her father said, "You two wouldn't have fallen for each other. You two make a good pair."
"We do," I said, feeling my eyes grow moist. "When I saw her laughing with Curtis, the way she smirked at me after so many years, the way her eyes lit up when she saw me... I knew that she had finally decided to give me another chance."
"But you don't like it."
"Of course I don't!" I slammed my fist against his desk, "I hate the way they touch her, look at her, kiss her..." I want to fuck her right in front of them, to mark her, and show them that she's mine.
Her father slammed the desk harder, "She at least talks to you! My daughter, the last of her kind, can't even spare a few days to visit her old dad! It's her duty to lead an army, not to play house and adopt stray animals. If only she'd stop wasting her time on the weak and worthless."
"You keep pushing her into deathmatches against her stepsisters, so I understand why she wouldn't want to visit you," I reminded him about how he keeps kidnapping and throwing his daughter into forsaken areas to fight against her former maids, female bodyguards, and also against any other females she had embraced as sisters along her journey.
"My princess doesn't have sisters. She has slaves, slaves who've forgotten their place and their worth. They think they can have her throne and her title by sucking her father's dick. The only reason I haven't killed them is because it's fun watching them work so hard for nothing."
I chuckled, and so did he.
"Have you ever thought of taking in a new wife?" I asked him.
"A wife? What for?"
"For comfort? Love?"
"Love?" he burst out laughing. "I'm not a beastman like you. The rules of your world don't apply to me. I never loved my wife. We just bonded together out of necessity for our species' sake. She had other lovers, and so did I. There were no romantic feelings between us. We simply tolerated each other. Then she got bored and gave her life away to have a kid."
"That's sad."
"You're sad."
I was.
"Well, I'll get going now," I said, standing up, "I came to visit you as your dutiful son-in-law, but I can see you're busy."
"I am." He waved a dismissive hand, and placed his mask and gloves back on, "I have a date with another dimension today."
"Good luck."
"Luck doesn't matter," he said, and looked over his shoulder, "We have an army."
"That, we do."
"Take care, Vick. And make sure you take care of my princess. You may see yourself as a worthless creature, but you're the only worthless creature she loves." He pushed the stack of emeralds back towards me, "You have yet to place your spousal mark on her, right? These might help you with that."
I pushed the emeralds back, "A world with magic, you said? It won't be easy to establish your power and status without magical abilities. I would have volunteered myself for the mission, but I have a duty to protect her, and that's why I'm giving these emeralds to you. Our men will need them."
"Hmm, I'll take them. For my princess, and our future."
"For our future." I agreed, then bowed to him and walked out of the room.
I've been away for three weeks, and I'm already craving for YaYa's presence. My body burned at the thought of returning home and reuniting with her. But the thought of coming home and seeing another man having his way with her made my skin crawl, and my heart ache.
"Admiral Vicerion," came a voice.
I turned around and found myself facing another pair of stepsisters.
"What is it?" I asked, not really interested in anything they had to say.
"We just wanted to wish you a safe journey." The one on the right said, "If Her Highness cannot give you what you desire, please don't hesitate to reach out to us."
The one on the left approached me, "We would be honored to be your surrogate, and carry your offspring. There is no need to resort to the traditional way. All we require is a bit of your seed, and we will do the rest with the modern technology our father has at his disposal."
I pulled her hair and slammed her against the other sister, smashing their skulls together, "I'm already in a bad mood. Don't make me regret not killing you the last time you tried to poison my Precious." I whispered, and left them lying unconscious on the ground.
I didn't feel bad for hurting them. In fact, it felt good. I've wanted to do it so many times already.
After exiting the mountain, I stepped into a field of snow and activated the device YaYa's father had made.
A dark void enveloped me, a void that would take me back to my love, my home, my life.
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When I returned home, I saw her naked body wrapped around three naked males. My chest tightened, and my blood boiled.
I had given them my permission, but seeing it was far more difficult.
It took everything in me to walk past the room without breaking the walls and dragging her away from them. It's not because I hated the males around her, but because I hated myself for allowing it.
I retreated to the wine cellar and poured myself a drink. I gulped it down and poured myself another one, then another.
I leaned against a wall and slid down, sitting on the floor.
It hurt, so fucking much.
It was unfair, that I had to share her with anyone, that I needed their help to satisfy her.
It was cruel, how she was willing to suffer and deny her own pleasure for my sake.
And it was devastating, that I couldn't make her mine and carry my mark, because of who I was, because of what I was.
I buried my face in my hands.
Just like everyone else, I didn't have the luxury of choosing my gender, my race, my parents, my nature. I didn't have a choice in any aspect of my existence, except one, and that was to choose my precious woman.
The sound of familiar footsteps quickly drew me out of my self-inflicted misery.
╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Vick is not a good person. Neither is Yaya's father. They used to be even worse.
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