Hunt. Fuck. Erase. Mark. Kill.
My head is filled with a cacophony of impulses.
The beast roars and rattles its cage. The man is quiet, glacier in his seething. It's been centuries, no millennia, since there was a conflict between man and beast. I don't do inner conflicts. I am at peace with both.
Yet there is Mac, on the floor, writhing in ecstasy or agony or both. My senses are assaulted by her. The dirty hair, the filth of the cell, the dried cum on her naked skin, the soft wimmering moans. I know those sounds intimately and yet I am repelled.
They didn't even clean her up.
I sense the others approaching and quickly shrug out of my army jacket to shield her from hungry gazes. Getting her into the jacket is a struggle. I can't tell if she is hurt, but she fights the cloth on her bare skin like a wild animal. Her eyes are empty and only fall shut when I voice her into sleep. It takes me three tries until she even responds to the command.
The beast claws at my insides.
Ryodan arrives as the first, the others following. I sense the words on his lips and send him one look over my shoulder. No. Questions. Now.
I get quiet, soft-spoken, when I'm angry. I am beyond words now.
He nods minutely, understanding that stems from ages together. Him and Kasteo fall in formation before me. A wall shielding me and the now sleeping woman buddled up in my jacket.
In the car, she wakes up and starts squirming in my lap.
I am hard. I am always hard around her. I have been hard since I entered her cell.
The beast wants to erase the stench of the princes and replace it with its own.
The man struggles to keep her hands at bay without hurting her.
I never struggle.
I voice her. She resists. I voice her harder. Ryodan mutters a soft fuck from the driver seat. His eyes never graze the rearview mirror though. They are fixed on the road.
She's rubbing against me, trying to get off, leaving a moist patch on my crotch of my pants.
FUCK indeed.
The beast commands. The man curses.
Before I can decide what to do with her, she shudders and moans. Ryodan and Kasteo sit utterly still in the front seats. You could hear a pin drop. The only audible breath in the car is hers.
The beasts roars. I leash it tightly.
When we arrive at one of my safe houses, Ryodan and Kasteo flank the car door without a word, facing away when I carry my cargo into the building. She hangs onto me like a monkey, crusty dried cum on her thighs flaking all over my pants. I will burn them.
Inside, Ryodans eyes meet mine in question. What do you need? I cover the woman as much as possible in my jacket, but her naked limbs are fighting my every effort.
I shoot him one warning look in answer. Back. The. Fuck. Off.
Silently, they leave then, without nodding this time. We are alone at last.