Chap 6 - Coosay
Indigo answered a knock at the door to reveal a Pomanian male with maroon wings, shivering in the winter cold. In Prismah's parking lot sat a small ship, still hot with the decent through the atmosphere.
At around five-feet, four-inches, the visitor was definitely short. He wore maroon and black, assembled in the standard Pomanian vest sans shirt, paired with velvet, maroon trousers. His wings were well-groomed, colored the same deep, brick-red, and it appeared that he had taken the time to dip the end of each feather in a tiny daub of gold paint. Overall, he was quite debonair.
There are generally two types of Pomanian males: The strong aggressive males such as Spectra and Indigo, and the smaller, slight ones such as Etra who were in no way feminine. Since only one-sixth of the Pomanian population is female, most male Pomanians tended to 'take up' with each other, with the stronger type pairing with the smaller males. As always, nature found a way to avoid a population crash due to the unequal 1:6 ratio of males to females– births were nearly always congenital twins, triplets or even quadruplets. As an inherent result, all females were revered and cherished– the object of frequent, fierce battles between the stronger males, with their smaller male partners cheering their lovers on from the sidelines.
The stranger at the door was clearly the smaller type of Pomanian male, and judging from his manner of dress he appeared to be straight from Pomania. The whole effect was devastatingly attractive to Indigo.
"Um.. hi," Indigo stuttered, sheepishly scratching a nonexistent itch on the back of his neck.
The Pomanian began to speak rapidly in his native language, accenting his speech with small hand gestures, gold bands shining on his neck, biceps and forearms. After a minute, he paused as though he were waiting for the answer to a question.
His frantic efforts at communication were greeted only with a stare, "Sorry. I don't speak Pomanian," Indigo unconsciously avoiding a direct eye contact.
The stranger blinked blankly.
Indigo touched his mouth, "No… speak…Pomanian," and he began to anger, not at the stranger, but more from frustration, "…oh whatever." As a Pomanian himself, one would think he spoke the language, however he was born and raised on Earth, and spoke nary a word of Pomanian.
Sighing, Indigo finally moved aside allowing the stranger entrance into Prismah. He was lead to a plush chair in the atrium before Indigo nearly tripped over his own feet to fetch Spectra.
"Hello," greeted Spectra with unnecessary volume, as though speaking louder would somehow help their visitor to better understand them, "I'm Spectra," he tapped his chest.
Great! I thought our all-knowing leader would at least speak a few sentences in Pomanian. Instead, he's acting like an idiot. Damnit, why does he have to be such a fool! Indigo thought with rising anger, fueled more by embarrassment for Spectra.
The stranger pointed to his own chest in response, "Coosay. Coo-say," he repeated, annunciating his name as many gold bands around his wrists clinked together. Indigo and Spectra both made a mental note that these were a clear sign of wealth and social status.
Why is he here by himself? Where are his servants? Indigo continued to theorize on the answer to these, and other, questions building in his mind.
"Now we're getting somewhere," and Spectra made a broad gesture.
Standing and moving to a window, the maroon-winged Pomanian gestured toward his silver ship, which still radiated with heat– too much heat. As the setting sun reflected off the chrome curves of the space-ready vehicle, the craft appeared orange, or as though it would combust.
"Your ship?" and Spectra joined him in pointing at the overheated craft. "That's a tough one," and after a moment's thought, "Let me make a few calls. I'll be back," and he raced to track down someone who could repair such an ship. This is going to be expensive. Good thing it looks like he has money, he thought.
"So," Indigo sat in a nearby chair, "Coosay…" using the stranger's name.
The stranger nodded slightly, his posture perfectly straight and refined as he perched on the edge of the chair.
"You're Pomanian, huh?" and immediately after Indigo asked this, he would have slapped himself in self-reprobation, Damnit, of course he's Pomanian, you fool!
"Pomanya" the stranger concurred, pronouncing the name of his race slightly differently, before speaking to Indigo in his language for a moment. Sighing, he folded his hands in his lap in tolerance and patience, resolved that he might have to spend quite a bit of time at Prismah.
Using his ki, Vortas was able to regard their interactions with interest. Stretching his arms, he thought he might through a wrench into the situation. It was always a pleasure to add a little mischief to the mix, as it was, he had just arrived on Earth, not having left Pomania for the past seven years.
My dearest Coosay, he thought, You are quite a charmer.
He used his far-reaching ki to appear in Prismah's basement, near Seti's refrigerator box home. As his keen senses detected Vortas' massive surge of ki, Seti shot to consciousness.
He was afraid.
"It is alright, little Incubus, I will not hurt you. Do you want some ki? Some nice, strong ki? I know you do. Come now. It is alright," Vortas tempted him with a wry grin.
Of course I want ki! I always want ki. I need ki, thought Seti, crawling out of his makeshift cardboard house, "Who are you?" he asked with wise skepticism. Flicking his forked tongue to examine the ambient ki levels, This one's ki is much, much different than everyone else's. His ki is definitely not color-ki. But it is powerful… oh yes… so nice…, and he stood slowly to regard the stranger, Pomanian, too, he thought.
Vortas smiled again, and reached out his hands toward the Incubus, "I am Vortas" rolling the 'r' in his name, "It is alright… I have known Spectra for a long, long time. Although I cannot honestly say that we were friends. I just want a little of your Incubus pleasure, that is all,"
"Yes…well…I'm Seti," and his tentacles soon coiled tightly around the dark Pomanian's narrow hips. Seti's knees buckled, feeling gelatinous at the intense rush of pleasure. As Seti slid to the cold cement floor, his weight pulled the Pomanian down to a sitting position so they faced each other. The basement was lit only by a distant weak light, dimly illuminating a long, jagged scar down Vortas' cheek, ruining the overall effect of his handsome features. Running from his eye to his chin at an angle, the scar was punctuated by sutures marks that were still visible in places. Still facing him, Seti placed a hand on his knee. He extended another tentacle to coil it tightly around Vortas' calf.
"I love you," Seti leaned against his leg eagerly seeking his approval, or more accurately, unconsciously craving his ki. In Seti's mind, the desire for ki had been interminably mixed with the need for acceptance, love and friendship.
He turned his gaze toward the Incubus eagerly pressing against him, "Love?" he whispered, "What are you talking about?" he waved a dismissive hand.
Narrowing his eyes, Seti grinned and feverishly stroked Vortas' lower leg again.
With dark eyes shining from the distant light, Vortas studied the pleading little creature attached to his leg. Seti rubbed his cheek against Vortas' knee, "I'll help you with whatever you want,"
Raising his power level, Vortas tempted the Incubus with surge of his intensely powerful ki, causing the silly creature to moan with a sharp inhale at the sudden rush of pleasure, "Oh yes master, that's exactly what I need,"
"Master?" reflected Vortas aloud, amazed at the simplicity of the Incubus's desires.
"Yes, you're so powerful, and I am…nothing,"
Tenderly holding the Incubus' chin for a moment, Vortas examined what he knew to be his new servant. What might have been a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, the scar somehow made his smile uneven and plotting. His eyes blinked in rapid succession as he sensed the ambient ki levels around them, between them and emanating from them.
Seti thought that Vortas' hair was reminiscent of a zebra except with black-and-purple stripes instead of a zebra's black-and-white stripes. His hair stood spiky and on-end, almost six-inches from his head in places. His eyes were dark brown, marked with thick black outlines, making them the most prominent feature on his face with the exception of the faded scar. The pupils of his eyes came to a mark dot, giving his eyes a wild, unstable look. With the exception of with heavily muscled shoulders, his frame was thin and lean.
Only one wing was visible, as he sat atop it, and it was also striped in the same black-and-purple zebra pattern.
Seti's snake-tongue tasted the air and he extended yet another tentacle around Vortas' wrist. They each began to examine each other's unusual features; Seti studying Vortas' and Vortas inspecting Seti's tentacles. His forked-tongue flickered enthusiastically while he researched the Pomanian.
Vortas widened his legs slightly when a throbbing wave of pleasure buzzed through his body at another touch of Seti's tentacles. Amazingly, he was able to feel the same ecstasy that Seti felt. No one else had been able to share in Seti's pleasure before, it had always been a one-way sensation, "You feel that?" remarked the amazed Incubus at Vortas' throws of obvious pleasure.
Vortas nodded with a moan, and he narrowed his eyes in rapture.
"Do you like it?" whispered Seti, twisting his tentacles tightly around him in a way that he knew would produce the most intense surge of orgasmic pleasure.
Seti did not hold back. He did not try to delay the pinnacle of pleasure. He wanted a climax, and he wanted it now. Not wanting to alert anyone to their presence, they silently shuddered and quietly gasped at the sweet, meta-physical ecstasy. Vortas threw his head back and had to suppress a scream. Never had he felt such ecstasy. The intervals between each breath shortened, and the stranger couldn't help but moan his pleasure, "Incubus, you know just how to pull the ki out my me, don't you? You know just how to do it. Don't stop yet! Oh yes little Incubus! Yeesss! Uh, Uh!" his eyes were wild with ecstasy.
The sensations were quickly building to a peak and when climax gripped him, he held his hips suspended the chair, urging them forward in time with the surges of pleasure. As his orgasm subsided to smaller throbs, he threw himself against Seti, panting rapidly. As they sat abreast on the cold basement floor, Seti pressed his tiny hips next to Vortas for warmth. He rested his head on Vortas' shoulder, still rising and falling from endorphins. Vortas closed his eyes, lost in latent pleasure. The intensity of their ecstasy created a false sense of intimacy between the two strangers.
Sharing one's ki with a meta-physical being provoked levels of pleasure that were well beyond even the most intense physical sensations. In fact, some had been known to literally pass-out from the pleasure, or to beg them to stop due to the intensity of the sensation.
Either way, it really didn't matter to Seti that he knew nothing about his victim. It didn't matter that he had recently gorged himself with ki. He had to get all the ki he could, while he could, For the baby's sake, he rationalized, and this Pomanian is just giving himself to me just because he likes pleasure. Ha! I wish everyone was so easy. And it's so good… oh yes, yes!
Retracting his translucent blue coils, Seti stroked Vortas' wing as it bent below him, "You have an accent…are you from Pomania?"
Vortas nodded, "Yes, I have always lived on Planet Pomania, and have not been here for almost seven years," he stretched his wing, making it all the much easier for Seti to stroke his feathers.
In contrast to all the other Pomanians Seti had seen, Vortas had soft, black down feathers on the underside of his visible wing. All the others had fluffy, white down feathers beneath their wings. In fact, Vortas' overall complexion was dark, with perpetual light-bronze tan. The hair that was not spiked above his head fell just below his shoulders, and Seti noticed that the stripes were only on the surface of his hair, and underneath was mostly black, however two thicker streaks of dark-purple framed his face.
Seti attempted to smooth his own unkempt and knotted mousy-brown hair, feeling a pang of shame at his disheveled appearance in contrast to the composed Pomanian.
Vortas continued, "Actually, I'm here to visit Sirrah Spectra Tannis," pausing for a moment in thought, "Maybe you could help me with something, if you want more ki. And whatever you did to me before… was wonderful. You really know how to pull out my ki," continuing to speak with a heavy Pomanian accent.
"So…what do you want me to do?"
"For now, all I want you to do is not tell Spectra that I was here. He has not seen me in a long time," and as an afterthought, "I want it to be a surprise,"
Seti studied the Pomanian, thinking to himself, He really is so much different than the other Pomanians I've seen. But then again, all the Pomanians I've met are born and raised here on Earth, not on Pomania. But he's definitely here for some other reason, and I know he's not Spectra's friend, at least they're not friends anymore. He ventured a prying question, "So if you don't mind me asking, why are you here? Were you and Spectra…friends at one point," and in a lesser tone, "…or maybe it was something more?"
Vortas had to stifle a laugh at Seti's silly questions. These Incubi are such simple creatures. When you come down to it, their entire being is somehow dedicated to getting ki, nothing more. There is absolutely no complexity to them at all. It must be that Incubi have ki-sex instead of saying 'hello'!
Leaning forward, their foreheads pressed together, "Friends? No. I would never go near him, he is so… how do you say this… he is so cru-el," saying the word in two syllables.
"I can see why you'd say that. He is cruel. He wanted to throw both myself and my baby out into the freezing cold, and he knows we have nowhere else to go,"
"That's terrible," Vortas looked downwards as he thought for a moment, "I have an idea…," brushing the dust from the basement floor off his dark-purple, fine velvet trousers.
Spectra was able to locate a Pomanian mechanic, but he would not be available until Monday. Thrilled as the prospect of pairing with this fine specimen, Spectra did not regret that it was early evening on Friday, or two days until the craft could even begin to be repaired.
He found their guest sitting in the same chair, looking confused at Indigo's attempts to communicate. Spectra knew a few Pomanian phrases, and was delighted to 'show up' his rival, Indigo.
Spectra brought the guest some red wine, along with some cheese and crackers. With some difficultly, he managed to explain that the mechanic would repair his ship on Monday, and that they would be happy to extend their hospitality. Coosay was lead to the spare apartment, and he appeared shocked at the orange décor.
At dinner, Coosay was the focus of everyone's attention, and they coaxed some information from him, that he would eventually need to make a phone call, and that he was traveling South to visit friends or family.
Seti was also seen slinking up from the basement to snatch several danishes, and an entire bowl of green beans somehow disappeared. He stared at the poised Pomanian with an untouchable fascination. He was attractive, however since their guest did not possess much ki, Seti had little interest and soon returned to his cardboard box nest to wrap around the warm bowl of green beans.
Long after the dinner was over and the others had returned to their various tasks, Indigo and Spectra vied for his attention. Much to Spectra's chagrin, their guest seemed to be more taken with Indigo, although this was difficult to clearly determine since he did not speak a word of English. Either way, Spectra was furiously determined to 'have' him, that is… if he wanted to be 'had'.
Later, around 10PM, the visitor was not lead to the orange guestroom. Instead, Spectra lead him to his own apartment at the end of the hall.
As they stood on the threshold to Spectra's apartment, Prismah's new guest furrowed his brows in confusion, "Kay vo orarka?" Coosay questioned.
With a calculating grin, Spectra stood aside and directed his guest inside to be seated on a thick, expensive-looking, white, leather couch. His visitor graciously took a seat in the center cushion before fixing an expectant stare on Spectra, as if he were now to be entertained with a drink or movie, or at least some sort of additional hospitality he was accustomed to.
Turning on his stereo to a pre-determined CD, Spectra spoke 'at' his guest out of an awkward shyness, quite out-of-character for Prismah's leader. He still felt inadequate, like a commoner trying to entertain nobility. Could it be that Spectra actually respected his visitor? Could it be that he didn't want to jump on him dick-first?
Sitting next to him, Spectra surmounted at least some of his own apprehension, daring to touch the closest of Coosay's golden feather tips. Startled brown eyes met his, but he allowed Spectra to continue to stroke his wings, focusing on the gold-painted ends of the largest feathers. Spectra noted that Coosay's down feathers were black instead of white– a trait he had never previously witnessed. With each stroke, he could not control the white hot escalation of lust pulling at his mind and body.
Strangely, Spectra held back. He did not leap into a premature kiss, as insecurities flooded his mind. This Pomanian was so regal, so… untouchable. Suddenly looking away, he felt somehow…unworthy. What if he doesn't like me? Maybe I should wait, but if I wait, Indigo might get to him first. What if he likes Indigo instead of me?
A soft hand touched his chin to turn his face, giving him a look that wordlessly said, It's alright. Coosay smiled sweetly, and lifting one nimble finger, caressed his face, tracing the subtle curves of Spectra's jaw and cheekbones. He gently stroked his lids closed leaving a hot, tingling trail of sensation. After tracing the contours of Spectra's lips, the leader of Prismah slowly opened his eyes to reveal a face leaning into a kiss.
The most supple lips Spectra had ever felt, even on a woman, brushed his own. This was soon followed by a series of excruciatingly gentle, light, sweeps of weightless lips.
Momentarily holding a finger up to indicate 'Wait a moment', his guest retrieved two lengths of rope from a black-leather tote. Sitting on the plush leather couch, Spectra couldn't help but widen his legs, "What are you up to, pretty face?" he asked sensually, "You want to play naughty, don't you?"
Ever so slowly, his guest approached, holding the ropes together like a cord ready for strangulation.
"Come here, you little pervert," Spectra was content that his guest could not understand a word he said. Perfect! So it really doesn't matter what I say!
With gentle hands, he tenderly lifted one of Spectra's arms to the post on the corner of the couch and deli secured a wrists. Doubling the knot behind the furniture, he repeated the same restraint for Spectra's other wrist. Spectra smiled and moaned in anticipation.
Regarding his victim's prostrated form, the visitor laughed momentarily and slowly dipped a hand into his trousers to rearrange himself. Again, Coosay kissed him, his hand working between Spectra's legs to tease him into state of firery desire. Coosay considered himself as a valuable prize, one that he knew Spectra could never have.
"Hello, Spectra," a deeper, yet horrifyingly familiar voice greeted, emanating from behind, not from Coosay.
Muscles tensing at what he perceived as a spy to his private encounter, "What? Who's there! Get out!"
Strangely, Coosay was not startled at the intrusion, nor did he turn to investigate the source of the intrusion. Instead, with his back to the source of the voice, he stood up only to regard Spectra's prone form once again.
Spectra gasped in horror as a nearly-forgotten, yet painfully familiar, form appeared from behind Coosay. Memories flooded into his mind, as he recognized the figure as Vortas, his cruel enemy. The figure vehemently embraced his fine guest– a gesture that was mutually and heatedly reciprocated.
"Aren't you happy to see me," the familiar voice sarcastically asked after a moment, his arms protectively around Coosay's smaller form a though to illustrate his claim on the small, handsome Pomanian.
"Vortas!" Spectra was shocked speechless for a moment, staring at his former nemesis in dismay, "…I thought you were on Pomania! But Coosay…," he was disgusted as Vortas stroked the fine, gold-tipped wings, separating the feathers with the comb of his fingers.
"… Coosay is mine," clarified Vortas, confirming their bond with a delicate, mutual kiss. Also keenly aware that Coosay could not understand their conversation, Vortas continued, "Isn't he a lovely, refined specimen. I knew you couldn't resist my little Coosay. Yes, he's so fine, my Coosay. Yes, your tight little ass is mine, isn't it, lover," kissing him again, and squeezing him so tightly that Coosay squeaked.
"Your Coosay?" Spectra repeated. Violently struggling against the restraints, he growled in frustration at the audacity by which he was caught, in awe of the unexpected predicament. I just let him tie me up, he mentally berated himself, And he didn't tie loose little 'love' knots that are easily undone. He looped the whole rope behind the furniture and literally strapped me to my own coach. And I just sat idly by– drooling at him. Coosay! He betrayed me! I'll smack that pretty little face of his off his skull. I'll teach him how to beg for mercy– in English! And Vortas! Vortas is standing right in front of me, mocking me in my own apartment. He's dead. This is not happening!
Indeed, both wrists were now bound from behind and below the couch in such a way that if he tugged on the ropes to loosen their hold, he would only be working against himself and pull them tighter.
Theirs was a simple plan. It was obvious genius.
"Good night, Spectra," taunted Vortas, laughing as he raised a hand filled with ki, and launched it at Spectra's face, instantly rendering him unconscious, his head slacking limp to his chest.
Spectra woke as Vortas attempted to hoist him into the wooden, ki-drain chair in the atrium. However, Coosay quickly noticed his return to consciousness and rammed him to the floor with a small booted foot to Spectra's chest. Of course this action immediately alerted his lover, who quickly hefted him into the chair to slam his limbs into the restraints.
In full view of Spectra, Vortas embraced his diminutive lover, dramatically smothering him with a barrage of kisses. Winded, Spectra gasped for air, still feeling jealous and outraged over Coosay, although his former guest was clearly loyal to Vortas.
From across the atrium, Leelu warned them both to release him, but they disregarded her only to continue with their celebratory kiss. Suddenly Vortas screamed, as his legs were literally erased by Leelu's ki. With her ki, she had completely removed his legs from existence. There was no blood, and very little pain, just a strange tingling sensation and, of course, intense horror at their disappearance. His legs were just…gone! However, the upper part of his body remained hovering in mid-air as though invisible legs were supporting it.
"Vortas! Se fel te-hila!" and Coosay attempted to hold his lover to him, however he grabbed a handful of air. With a wave of Leelu's hands, Vortas' arms, torso and head were erased out of existence. He was now completely gone, and no longer existed. No heaven or hell, no consciousness, just…. nothing.
"Vortas!" he gasped in absolute terror, looking with wide eyes at the spot where his lover once stood. In his terror, he staggered backwards and away from Spectra who was now recovering and readying himself to wreck his revenge on the nasty little Pomanian.
Fuming with rage, Spectra grabbed his calf, digging his fingers into his flesh, and Coosay tumbled ungracefully to the floor with a grunt. Futilely trying to shield his face from numerous punches, he was finally able to land a vicious kick to Spectra's crotch. Scrambling to his feet, he attempted an escape through the atrium exit to fly into the cold winter night and leave via Vortas craft. However, Leelu traced a symbol into the air, an erased both of Coosay's maroon wings from existence.
Coosay screamed, straining to reach his shoulder blades where wings once attached to his body. There was no blood, and very little pain– just an intense stinging or tingling sensation from his shoulder blades. He had a Pomanian vest with holes cut in the fabric for wings, and perfectly intact skin showed through these same holes. He was not injured in any way, it was as if Coosay were simply changed into a human. Still, he screamed in wretched wails, more in horror than in pain, and he fell to the floor, unaccustomed to balancing without the weight of wings. All the while he continuously and frantically screeched, "Le setas! Le setas!" meaning 'my wings, my wings' in the Pomanian language.
"Le setas! Le…" his unbearable howling was cut short as Leelu erased the rest of his being with a wave of one hand.
As the echoes of his terror dissipated, the atrium returned to a silence filled with both relief, horror and fear. All eyes fixed on Leelu, as each contemplated the immense power required to simply erase the powerful Pomanian and his lover.
After a few eternal moments, she sighed and traced another series of symbols in the air with a finger.
"..setas!" Coosay reappeared where he last existed, however he tumbled to the earth, tripping over his now-present maroon wings. With the return of his wings, he bent them forward to gratefully hug them to his chest. Tears streaming from his eyes, he scanned the room to look for Spectra, who he believed to be his attacker.
There was no need to find Spectra, because the leader of Prismah found him from behind, and proceeded to clock him on the back of the head.
"Uh," Coosay grunted as his ribs slammed into the sharp angle of the marble atrium stairs. Clutching as his chest, he whirled down the six stairs in a blur of maroon wings.
Taking advantage of Coosay's momentary prostration, Spectra followed only to cram his boot into his enemy's kidneys, eliciting another, even louder, grunt. He grabbed a handful of maroon feathers, and similar-colored blood flowed from the wounds created as at least five of the gold-tipped quills were wrenched from his body.
This time, Coosay screamed in true pain, clutching at his bleeding wings and staring at Spectra with trembling eyes. Somehow managing to rise from the floor into a kneel, the red-winged Pomanian breathlessly repeated the following plea for mercy, "Se vonta. Se vonta! Le setas, sin se vonta, Spec-tra," pronouncing Spectra as Spake-tra. As his pleas were directed toward Spectra, it was now clearly obvious to all that he mistakenly believed Spectra was the powerful-attacher who erased his wings and his master. As he knelt before Prismah's leader pulling at Spectra's trousers, he seemed unaware he was temporarily erased from existence altogether. Had he known that, he surely would have made another attempt at escape.
As Spectra stared down at him with bloody maroon feathers tightly clutched in one hand, his chest heaved with the pride of victory. Opting for one final blow, Spectra latched onto the bony structure of Coosay's wings and hefted him up the stairs, his victim struggling weakly and in vain at liberation.
"Spectra!" admonished Leelu's deep, female voice, the tone of which did not stay his desire for continued dominance over the small Pomanian.
As he witnessed Spectra's unnecessary displays of authority, Indigo knew that the maroon-winged Pomanian was completely defeated long ago. Coosay had limited ki-power, and was little more than a vessel for pretty feathers. It was apparent that Spectra savored the total control and domination over his victim.
Now hoisting him by his vest, only the tips of his boots scraped the marble floor. Coosay's wings fell straight and extended behind and below him at an unnatural angle, "What do you have to say for yourself now, pretty face?" Spectra spoke directly into his victim's eyes.
"Se vonta," Coosay whispered softly yet with conviction as he begged for mercy, his eyes unwaveringly meeting Spectra's with a newfound well of inner strength.
Ever so slowly and tenderly, Spectra lowered his victim to his heels so he could finally stand. Loosing the grip on his clothing, Spectra completely changed his threatening demeanor and smoothed Coosay's velvety wings. Bringing a hand to his victim's bruised face, the noble air to Coosay's features far outweighed the scratches and marks of violence. As his swollen lip trembled with some sort of conviction, his slight form panted weakly in defeat and exhaustion.
Knowing that small Pomanian was now completely dominated, Spectra reached for Coosay's hands, and arranged them around his waist in a false embrace. Too terrified to disobey or defy Spectra, his former guest fearfully complied. Reaching under white-and-multi-colored wings, he held tight to his new Master's waist.
With another wave of Leelu's hand, Vortas' tall, thin form rematerialized– legs and body now fully intact and solid, "Now, get out of here before you are erased permanently," cautioned Leelu.
Having been erased from existence, it was a moment before Vortas regained his balance. He stared at her for a moment, paralyzed in fear and unclear of what had happened. He did know he was defeated, not by Spectra, but rather this incredibly powerful… woman.
"Vortas!" Coosay called with momentary elation and hope.
However when Leelu threateningly raised her hand as a reminder of the depth of her power, Vortas darted out the door. I will return for my Coosay later, he thought as he used his powerful ki to teleport inside Coosay's craft, which was never really in need of repair.
"Vortas," Coosay whispered softly, and he weakly thrashed to follow his master, tears spraying from his eyes. A simple flex of Spectra's arm muscles restrained him.
"Le font te venta," he pleaded with a dim gasp, but was not released.
"Spectra, let him go! What do you need him for?" warned Leelu.
Without reply, Spectra clutched Coosay's shaking form tightly to him, eliciting a little squeak from his prisoner.
Leelu continued, "You're being irrational. Don't you realize, he helped strap you in that ki-drain chair. He's your enemy's lover, so that makes him your enemy, too."
Again, with no reply, Spectra lead Coosay to his apartment.
Throwing him to the same white leather sofa, he used the same ropes used on him to restrain Coosay's hands over his wings and behind his back. Coosay twitched and shook with fear.
"I'm not going to hurt you, pretty face. Weren't you going to give me a 'present' before?" continuing with the metaphor he knew Coosay couldn't understand, "All I'm doing is… how should I say this… All I'm doing is opening my present. That's all. Don't you want me to open it?" he sat next to him, forcing him to turn his face toward him.
Coosay's eyes drained their tears as they kissed. Spectra was quickly escalating to wild excitement, not just from the recent violence, but also in intense anticipation.
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