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The ideas in this chapter have been fleshed out further although there were not any huge changes.

Chapter WARNING-Attempted Rape, sexual themes, language

Beta-ed by the most amazing beta ever. I have many thanks to give Churnok for his most splendid advice.


Chapter 2-Curiosity


Teela had put up with the staring for a minute now because it was a most curious event, but frankly it was starting to get inappropriate and she was done. She looked around at all the men again, each one giving their undivided attention to the girl, and Teela rolled her eyes at the debauchery. The strange female was attractive in a double-edge sort of way, like you wanted to know more about her, to get closer, but something screamed at you not to do it. Even so, she was obviously not human, or of any other known species, and more importantly, young. Everyone here is either in a relationship, a different species, old, or a combination of all three.

Men.

The female warrior walked the short distance to where her father stood and shook him gently. Man-at-Arms woke with a start and cleared his throat as if embarrassed. Damn right, you should be embarrassed, thought Teela. "What should we do, Father?" At her words the girl's head snapped to the left to focus all her attention on the father, daughter pair. "Hello, um… what is your name?" tried Teela, but the girl only answered with a stare.

Man-at-Arms was on his guard because something just didn't feel right about this new female. She doesn't seem to mean us harm though. "Do you have a name that we may call you by?" asked Man-at-Arms. The girl, once again, did not answer.

"Man-at-Arms, may I interject?" The girl's eyes shot to where Sy-klone was standing, obviously attracted by the noises. Her face was creepy in its beauty and the quick, sharp movements were overtly predatory. She appeared tenuous and was not being hostile in the least and yet, at the same time, there was just something intimidating about her.

"Yes, Sy-klone. What are you thinking?"

"The Sorceress theorized that the stone itself must have been prehistoric for her to be unaware of its existence. If the girl was trapped inside during the same time period she most likely predates modern language and customs." The explanation surely would explain her strange behavior and appearance, and why she would not respond to their prompting.

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Zahhk'se Zhria was allowing her eyes to roam all over the intriguing group of creatures standing before her, all of them so different from anyone she had ever known. There was only one female who was pretty with her long red hair and sharp green eyes, if not a bit plain. She appeared to be a warrior by her flattering garment and the confident way in which she moved. Suspicion and curiosity flitted back and forth unguarded across the female warrior's face as if interested, but worried about what her intentions may be.

She appears quite young compared to some of the others, but still acts familiar with combat. Maybe this time is similar to my own. An unfortunate thought since her own time had been an eternal nightmare of deceit and death for the majority of her life. Wiping the morose memories for now, she continued with her survey.

There was an older male who the others seemed to be protecting just by their body language. He wore battle gear but also the luxurious robes of court, which led her to believe he was royalty of some sort, possibly the king if they had one. His position made her wary due to her adverse interactions with, and very briefly as, royalty in the past. It was proper to show respect, but those who had ruled the kingdoms she had grown up in were usually whoever proved to be the most ruthless at the time. That assumed ascension to the throne did not depend on one's lineage, which may not be the case in this society. ere always respected

A large male towered above the others and his well muscled frame was readily visible due to his lack of clothing. He carried a huge sword that pulsed with a powerful energy signature that was the same as the swordsmen's and yet not. Interesting.

Three other males appeared to be of the same species as the others by their similarity of skin color and texture, but they each had metal attached to their bodies in varying ways. Much of it appeared to be for battle purposes, but there were additional pieces located in unusual places for traditional armor plating. The oldest of the three and the female seemed to have some sort of familial relationship based on their close proximity and significant age gap. Although that doesn't mean anything as older men often have a taste for younger girls.

One of these metal clad men appeared to be rather young and was staring at her with open adoration. His chest-plate and armor were made of a bright, red metal while the rest of his clothing was a single shade of purple. He had a helm that completely covered the upper portion of his face, but contained two triangular spaces within that seemed to be for his eyes. He was not the most interesting to look at, but she appreciated the open emotions he was displaying toward her.

There was another male who at first appeared to be of the same species, but further inspection revealed that he had wings attached to his arms. His body was completely covered in a light gray suit with blue and red accenting, and the muscles underneath were well sculpted, stretching the fabric tightly as if it might tear at any moment. He, like the other metal man, wore something over his eyes so that they could not be seen, which she was not a fan of since it made them appear as if they were trying to hide something.

The last two males were who interested her the most for they were very different from the others and had striking differences from her own anatomy. The first looked like a giant insect although the overall silhouette was similar to the others. His coloring consisted of a banding pattern across his chest and multiple shades of yellow and tan throughout his naked exterior. Spines protruded from his back and shoulders, which complimented his large claws in their deadly appearance. A beautiful set of long, translucent wings graced his back, barely showing from the front in their relaxed, downward position. His eyes were the most interesting she had ever seen, a solid greenish, blue in color and they seemed to be partitioned. From her position, she could tell they were inspecting her frame just as much as she was his.

Reluctant to break eye contact, she slowly turned toward the final member of the group, a blue and yellow man that had red disks attached to his body. He appeared to be wearing some sort of suit, but his face was also blue, though a different shade, so she could not be sure if his skin was such or not. His face was framed by yellow cheek-plates and a similar colored helm with red accents protected his head. The helmet and his skin were so ingrained she could not tell where one ended and the other began.

Zahhk'se Zhria decided to take a closer look at each of them, but as soon as she started forward they all took up various defensive positions so she immediately stopped. So, they are all warriors. I must tread lightly here, she thought more cautious than before. The girl waited for them all to relax and tried to look unimposing, which was difficult to do since she did not know what their idea of unimposing was. It seemed to work though as they all started to straighten, and when they seemed calm, she slowly started forward again.

A quick 360° of the large man revealed nothing of significance so she moved on. Each of the metal men and the female were looked over in turn, but rather quickly as the others were of more interest. Although, she paused briefly in front of the youngest metal man and simply allowed him to stare at her. The men all appeared to be attracted to her, but most of them were displaying heavy amounts of curiosity that overrode their lust. This one looked at her as if the world would stop spinning if he allowed his eyes to stray but for a moment, and she liked it… immensely.

Her decision to skip over the royal member was made so as not to offend anyone. It was uncertain whether he would misinterpret her initial curiosity and inspection or if his mate might. Royal women were always especially brutal in the protection of their men, afraid they may lose their positions in the hierarchy if another female were to attract his attention. It was bad form to steal another's spouse, but it happened all the time, often disguised as a simple separation of partners who were incompatible. It was a gamble because he could take her inattention as disrespect, but she just had a feeling it was better to inquire about him later when they had all adjusted to her presence.

She stopped in front of the man with the feathery wings while making her rounds and inspecting his back did not reveal another set, so in her inquisitiveness she reached out to touch the feathers. Zahhk'se Zhria paused right before her hand made contact with his wings and looked up at his face unsure if he would react violently or not. Probably noticing her hesitance, his arm moved upward into her open palm of its own volition, and she took that as a good sign that continuing would not be an issue. Smiling at him in earnest, the girl proceeded to feel his wings, which were just as a bird's. The feathers were so soft but strong, and she was certain could carry him in flight.

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From his position, Buzz-off could see the girl inspecting each of his comrades, which made him both excited and ashamed of that excitement as he waited for his own turn. He couldn't comprehend why he was undeniably attracted to this female since she was of a different species. However, there was something about her that commanded attention and everyone, including himself, was obliging.

When she smiled at Stratos, her entire face changed from deadly beauty to one of youthful exuberance, and Buzz-off felt something low in his abdomen flutter. She is the most beautiful female I have ever seen. As soon as he thought it, his guilt became twofold because only his queen should capture his appreciation in such a way when it came to females.

However, his breath still caught when she turned toward him and started advancing. He could feel everyone staring and his pride made him hope she would spend more time looking at him than anyone else. Part of him wondered if displaying his wings would scare her, but he thought it might actually impress her instead from the way she had reacted to Stratos' additions. Vanity got the better of him as his wings spread outward a little so they could be more easily seen, but not enough for it to look like he was trying.

When the girl stopped in front of him and allowed her eyes to take in his figure, the andreenid leader was pleased with how long she was taking. He was not, however, expecting it when she placed her hand on one of the spines that wrapped around his body from the back and slowly caressed it. He looked down at her with heat in his eyes, trembling slightly as his arousal steadily built. The reaction was instantaneous and incomprehensible, but he wanted nothing more than to ravage her right there; a fact that was enough to frighten him.

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Enjoying the reaction from this male, Zahhk'se Zhria moved her hand upward to his chest and heard his breath rattle out in a long sigh. She tested his skin, finding it to be hard instead of soft like the others and slowly ran both her hands along his body toward his waist. She could feel the slight temperature change beneath her fingers as he became aroused. This was not the time to have sex though so she made her way behind him until she was staring at his wings.

Buzz-off was trying not to react to the girl's touch but damn it was hard. When she touched him it felt like his skin was on fire and all he wanted to do was touch her back, but he stubbornly kept his claws at his sides. He was nervous when she stopped behind him and hoped she wouldn't touch his wings like she had with Stratos, but that is exactly what happened. Eyes closing immediately, his whole body shuddered with the down-stroke and he leaned into the contact slightly. The need to sense subtle changes in air currents had ultimately led to the highly innervated wings every andreenid possessed. The delicate appendages were so sensitive to touch, the pleasure he felt from her gentle caress could only be described as exquisite.

Hmm, the wings are very sensitive, and she filed that away for later use. If she ever got the chance to entertain him, that information could be used for his benefit. Moving back in front of him, the girl had one more thing she wished to inspect.

Embarrassed that everyone had seen how he reacted to the girl's touch, Buzz-off was glad that his turn was over. However, the girl had other ideas and he was at a loss of what to do when she dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her in shock and took a shaky step backwards, but thankfully she didn't reach for him. Instead her head cocked to the side and once again she simply stared in what could be nothing other than contemplation. And I am sure I know what she is thinking.

Seeing his reaction, Zahhk'se Zhria did not wish to set him off so she just stared instead of touching. She was trying to figure out if he had genitalia or not and if so, how it worked. It did not appear to be in between his legs as it was in males from her own time period, which begged the question of whether or not he was simply different or if all the males of this time were as such. It is a strange concept. I will have to think upon it for now. The girl stood and without another word, made her way over to the last male.

The first thing she noticed were his penetrating, deep blue eyes, and surprisingly, the lack of lust reflected in them; this one seemed to just be as curious about her as she was about him. Allowing her hands to wander all over his upper body, she decided that it was indeed a suit. I wonder what he looks like underneath. She was about to continue her inspection when a sharp pain came from her stomach. Wrapping an arm around her torso, the girl used her other arm to prop herself up against the blue man's body.

Sy-klone noticed the pain and immediately called to Man-at-Arms, "Something afflicts the female. What should we do?" Her face was contorted in pain and she was clutching her stomach in a way that pointed toward hunger as the likely culprit.

"Well we don't know the conditions of her confinement, but it appears as though she might just need to eat. Take her to my workshop, Sy-klone, so I can run some tests. Be gentle and non-threatening though, we do not know anything about her and the communication barrier is an issue. I would hate for her to misinterpret your intentions as an attack. Stratos, Buzz-off find her something to eat." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Bring a variety. I'm not sure what she eats."


Skeletor had been ranting for hours now about how they were all useless, incompetent fools. He had strung Tri-klops and Trap-jaw up over a lava pool as soon as they had gotten back. Evil-lyn felt bad for them because the throne room actually looked great. At least they weren't IN the lava pool or hung up in any of the creative poses their master could usually come up with to contort the body… most painfully.

Things had only gotten worse when Skeletor could not awaken power from any of the stones. He had blasted Clawful with his Havoc Staff enough times to put the poor creature down for days. "Five Stones! Five stones and we lose the only important one! Argh! I'll have Clawful's head for this." He swung his staff at the stones, scrapping them up from the rock they lie against, and sending them across the room toward one of the wading pools. One landed in the water while the other three clattered along the floor before settling listlessly without the slightest indication that they possessed any sort of magic within.

Evil-lyn went to retrieve them when all four disappeared and reappeared on the rock where they had been kept for the last couple of hours. They glowed for a moment, giving off almost undetectable amounts of energy, and then lay quiet. The movement caught Skeletor's eye and he moved to examine them further. "They must have power to do such a thing, so why can I not awaken them?"

He was just thinking out loud but Evil-lyn answered him anyways. "Whatever there function is, it is most likely that you must possess all of them before invocation," stated the woman softly.

"Yes. We must retrieve the last stone. Have Tri-klops send out his Doomseekers and find where the Masters are keeping it." He stalked back up to his throne and sat down in a flourish of his cape. Noticing Evil-lyn had not moved he growled, "You defy me?!"

"No, Lord Skeletor. It's just, you hung Tri-klops and Trap-jaw up out by the lava pools, remember?"

Never one to be deterred, "Quite right, dear Evil-lyn. Do get them down. We have work to do," and with that she was dismissed.


The older metal clad man had been probing her with all sorts of instruments since they had brought her into this metal-working building. Zahhk'se Zhria assumed he was doing tests on her but nothing had hurt so she allowed it. However, that changed when he stuck something into her left arm that resulted in a sharp pinch so she hissed at him viciously. The young warrior backed up at her vocalizations and upon seeing his fear she suppressed her reaction, turning instead to see what was being done to her arm.

The man was stealing her blood! She panicked instantly and her magic ignited, eyes beginning to glow just a bit. She didn't want to give anything away though so she claimed deep breaths and calmed herself. I don't like this, but she let him do it anyways and in the end, the amount he took from her had been small enough that her worry subsided.

"Uh. Man-at-Arms. Why is it black?" asked Mekaneck.

"I'm not sure. I will run tests on it and see what I can find out." Man-at-Arms was insanely curious about the girl if not a bit worried about her past. Beings that were locked away in ancient artifacts were usually placed in such prisons for good reasons, most of them having to do with unsavory intentions.

They brought her food of all kinds, which Zahhk'se Zhria devoured in a matter of moments. She was surprised by the variety and how good everything tasted, some of the savors being familiar while others were brand new. The warriors had correctly deduced that her body was in need of fuel, but there were two kinds of food she needed and to get the other she must find a way to leave them.

"Well at least now we know she doesn't eat humans or anything," joked Mekaneck.

Everyone laughed and Ram-man replied, "Yeah, but she did tear into that fish faster than anything else."

It had quickly been determined that the girl was fond of meat even though she had eaten everything else as well. Three pairs of dagger-like teeth had elongated when she went to tear into the flesh of the fish. One upper set and the only lower set correlated with human canines, but the other upper pair was set farther back in her mouth. It had been freaky to watch them extend and for her to eat especially since the pair in the back looked as if they would be impaling her own jaw.

Ram-man was upset he had not been present for the girl's arrival earlier but had heard about it from the others. She had given him a glance and nothing more when they were finally introduced. He was disappointed to say the least, especially when he had heard the story of Buzz-off's intimate encounter.


The Doomseekers had been sent to Eternos on a reconnaissance mission for the past few hours in an effort to find out the whereabouts of the stone. They had yet to overhear anything, but recently one of the machines had happened upon the Masters entering Man-at-Arms' workshop. Skeletor ordered the projection to remain with this Doomseeker as it was now their best chance of gleaning the information they required. No one had entered or left for quite some time now, so the sorcerer figured the inventor was doing a weapons demonstration, but there was no way to gain access without attracting unwanted attention. With a growl, he resigned himself to waiting for someone to leave.

Buzz-off, with Ram-man right on his heels, was the first to emerge from the building looking both angry and embarrassed. "Hey Buzz, just wondering if you could tell me if what they say happened was true? I mean, were the guys joking with me or not?"

Buzz-off turned aggressively. In order to get into the much larger man's face and make a point, the insect hovered in the air almost two feet off the ground. "I don't want to discuss it."

Ram-man smiled. "Touchy. Must be true what they said." Buzz-off hummed angrily, and then sped off while Ram-man walked away laughing.

"Hmm. I wonder what has gotten the insect so upset," Skeletor asked no one in particular. Not having received any useful information yet, they continued watching the projection waiting for others to leave.

Mekaneck and Man-E-Faces were the next pair to leave, strolling out many minutes later looking rather thrilled about something. "I'm glad He-man destroyed that stone, look what it has brought us," said Mekaneck in delight.

"Destroyed!" raged Skeletor.

He stood up and almost destroyed the Doomseeker right then and there, but Evil-lyn's voice stopped him as she exclaimed, "Wait! They are saying something!"

"…courtyard got destroyed, but it was never as nice to look at as her."

His mind went rampant at the words, possible explanations for the incomprehensible jabber coming to the forefront. Her? I wonder who they are discussing. That little brat, Teela? That doesn't make any sense.

"I just can't believe what happened with Buzz-off. I swear when she got down on her knees in front of him, I thought the girl was going to try to give him head right there in front of all of us."

Laughing Mekaneck replied, "He thought so too! Did you see his face? He was so embarrassed, but you could tell he was enjoying the attention even if the man won't admit it."

"Hey, at least he got touched…" Their voices trailed off as they walked out of range leaving Skeletor still unsure of what Buzz-off had been angry about as he did not understand the turn of phrase.

Evil-lyn could not contain herself any longer and started laughing loudly. It was obvious by their expressions that neither Skeletor nor Tri-klops understood what 'give head' meant. Trap-jaw, she knew was familiar with the slang and was also chuckling softly in the corner. Sure enough Skeletor's voice cut through their laughter, "Evil-lyn, do you know what this means, 'give head?'"

The woman couldn't help but laugh harder at the serious and ill-informed way in which he spoke of such a subject. When she finally recovered, Skeletor was waiting angrily for her reply. "They meant, that whoever this girl is, she looked as if she was going to suck Buzz-off's dick," and she saw Tri-klops flinch at the suggestion. "I wasn't sure he even had one seeing as how he runs around naked all the time, but I guess they must breed somehow," and her laughter started up again.

"Interesting. Tri-klops have one of the Doomseekers go to the courtyard so that I may see the destruction they spoke of." The mage sat up on his throne again and steepled his fingers, which was customary for him anytime he was waiting for something to happen on the projection.

"Right, boss." Tri-klops used his gauntlet to send instructions to one of the Doomseekers while his mind was lost in thought about this girl. What kind of person finds a giant bug attractive? When the Doomseeker had finally arrived at the courtyard, he changed frequencies typing in the code on instinct. There was a circle with a diameter of about 100 meters centered around a large rock that was similar to the destruction pattern of one of Evil-lyn's magical explosions.

"Return to the previous frequency." The destruction was a good sign that the power must still be contained somewhere else, suggested by the appearance of this new girl. It was a similar occurrence as that of the appearance of He-man and disappearance of the Elders.

"The warrior Stratos, Teela, and Man-at-Arms are leaving now, Skeletor," said Tri-klops in his gravelly voice. "That only leaves the wind master, Sy-klone, left in the workshop."

Sy-klone walked out only a second later with an unusual looking girl right by his side, her black and white figure a stark contrast to his bright red and yellow one. Not to mention she was tiny, not just short but thin as well.

Tri-klops couldn't help but stare intently at her though because she was nothing if not beautiful. It took him awhile, but he finally shook his head at his own actions with the thought, what am I thinking? He looked around to see that all of the men were just as engrossed in the projection while Evil-lyn was smirking at him. He scowled at her and crossed his arms, which only caused her to snicker.

Skeletor was busy taking in the girl's appearance, immediately noting that she did not appear to be of any species in which he was familiar. She must have been trapped within the stone. The girl was quite attractive in a strange sort of way and he felt his body stir in response to her image. The mage had not entertained himself with a woman since the accident that robbed him of his face, but that did not mean he didn't feel the urge every once in awhile. He glanced at Evil-lyn, thinking about all that was lost that fateful day when his face had been destroyed.

"Skeletor?" chimed the witch with too much knowing in her voice. "The girl wears a necklace that is the same as the stone. She must be the great power the text mentioned."

"That girl is a power to be reckoned with?" he scoffed. "I doubt it. Nevertheless, we must capture her and see what she knows."


Later that night, Zahhk'se Zhria snuck out of the room they had given her under the cloak of darkness. The door had been locked from the outside almost as if she were their prisoner, not their guest, but she had picked it easily. I'm so hungry and… weak, she thought desperately. She quickly moved throughout the castle staying in the shadows created by the lamps and made her way across the palace grounds. The girl avoided all of the guards that were doing their nightly patrols with ease and kept moving.

'Feed away from where you are staying when you do not know what kind of situation you are in. Those who do not understand you will not tolerate our type of feeding,' her mmdarn'se words came back to her from that day in survival training. I need to find a town or something.

About an hour later she came to a large city with bustling streets even in the middle of the night. Her intention was to find the stockades, but there was no time as a strong arm pulled her into an alley. "What do we have here? Such a pretty slut wandering around all alone at night. Not very smart are you girl?" he spoke to deaf ears, and she could smell the bitterness that was alcohol as it assaulted her senses. The ugly man started to laugh and two other voices farther down the alley joined his. The first man picked her up with hands around her waist and slammed her body against one of the alley walls. He grabbed the front of her corset harshly and tried to kiss her to which she opened her mouth eagerly to allow him access.

Thinking he was overpowering her, the man continued his onslaught of her mouth unaware of her deadly intentions. He did not notice that his strength was quickly being drained out through his mouth and where his aura made contact with her own. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already much too late. He tried to pry her off him but she held fast to his shirt collar and with legs around his waist, draining his sexual energy, and eventually his life energy, away until nothing was left.

The other two men slowly watched their friend die thinking everything was fine, until he collapsed. Their stunned faces finally turned toward her, watching as her long wavy hair floated and moved slowly from a gentle wind originating from her body. Her eyes had turned bright red and burned with an internal fire that was set ablaze whenever she fed. They tried to run, but stopped cold when a strong wave pulsed from her body and assaulted their senses. Turning back toward the girl, they waited patiently where they stood with contented looks upon their faces. She pounced on one of them, staggering his body with the force of the blow, and then devoured him just as she had done the first man.

This time though, she was already high from her first feed and did not show any form of restraint. She attacked his mouth with lips, tongue, and teeth, the feeding inciting a feeling of ecstasy and arousal. When she tasted blood, a high keening noise resounded from her, and she became even more ravenous against his mouth. She had been denied any form of feeding, gratification, or release for so long she couldn't hold back. The blood gushed into her mouth and turned her on so quickly she felt a tight clenching in her groin. Her only coherent thought, it tastes so good.

The man never fought her; he enjoyed himself even as his life was snuffed out. Red ruin was all that was left in place of his mouth as he slowly collapsed, oxygen-starved tissues no longer strong enough to fight gravity. Riding him to the ground, she paused momentarily to extend her teeth and then tore into the dying man's thigh enjoying the feel of raw flesh between her teeth. Only the blood interested her for feeding, but that did not stop her from ravaging the body.

When the prone form had nothing left to give, she forgot about him entirely, instead yanking the other man by his ankle. His head smashed into the ground and he was knocked out cold, not that it mattered; he wasn't resisting her anyways. She repeated the entire cycle, draining him dry of both energy and blood, and she was finally sated… for now.

When Zahhk'se Zhria was done, she headed back toward the palace where she was currently being housed. As she walked, the solid black eyes bled away revealing large irises that shifted through one color after the next, and now the only lightning that flashed was black.


She is going to be so bad… ass!


Tazllol Language

-'se is added to the end of words to show possession just as –'s is in English.

Listed in Order of Appearance:

Zahhk'se Zhria-Her name. Roughly translated to Dragon's Trikiss

Mmdarn-mother