A/N: Trigger warning for RAPE! This chapter is DARK! You have been warned!

For those of you who are sensitive to SA or do not wish to partake, please read this synopsis and skip the chapter: Bloom rapes Musa - who is under the influence of Bloom's pheromones, therefore non-consenting - and impregnates her with the sperm she took from Riven. Bloom makes Tecna watch her do this as a form of torture in the hopes that it will break Tecna into giving up the information that can get Bloom off-planet.

Chapter 28

Inside her chambers, Bloom immediately stripped out of her ruined black dress. She wouldn't be needing it. Not for what came next.

When Bloom pushed the canopied curtain of her bed aside, she was greeted by the most beautiful sight.

Instead of Bloom's mate, Musa was tied to the bed, each limb attached to one of the four posts, her body spread out wide and vulnerable for the predator that lurked above her. She did not stir, completely complacent, as if she had been drugged or charmed to stay completely still. More than likely Azazel had stopped by to calm Bloom's guest and take Flora to another suitable room for the night. The other guest, the unwelcome one, was chained to the wall. There were bruises across her cheekbones, her lip was split, and there was a chunk of magenta hair missing near the back of her head. She struggled against the chains even as they rubbed her bony wrists raw.

Pathetic.

Bloom tutted, shaking her head at the display. This caused the unwanted guest to turn her head, desperation written on every line of her face.

"Please," Tecna begged, practically sobbing. "Please, don't hurt her!"

"Hurt her?" Bloom replied, her voice high and full of mock concern. She stepped towards the foot of the bed to get a better look at Musa's naked form. "Why would I hurt her? She's perfect."

Bloom traced her fingers over Musa's body, barely a ghost of a touch as she mapped the music fairy's arms, her chest, her torso.

"Perfect? For what? What do you want from us?"

"I want many, many things from her. But from you..." Bloom spoke to Tecna, though she was distracted by so much milky, untouched skin. Musa was a goddess, something divine and delicious. Bloom could not wait to get started. "I want you to tell me how to reach the Resistance Headquarters. I want you to tell me where they keep their portals off-world. I want you to give me the schematics to their base so I may retrieve them."

"You are delusional," Tecna spat, unable to tear her eyes away from Bloom's wandering hands.

"I am so sad to hear you say that," Bloom lamented, though she was hardly sad at all. In fact, she was pleased. This was the outcome she wanted.

Musa jerked at the feeling of Bloom's palm flat on her stomach. Her abdominal muscles quivered and twitched, exposed and fighting to get away. Bloom kept her touch steady and heavy. There was no escaping those hands and their slow, purposeful descent. Nails scratched around her bellybutton, following the downy trail of blue-black hair to the thicker patch between her legs. Bloom cupped Musa's sex, fingers snatching through the curls, pushing past folds and finding a hot center.

Musa wasn't wet yet, but she would be.

Skilled fingers drew gentle circles around Musa's clit, her body reacting no matter how hard she tried to think terrible thoughts. Musa was unable to stop the chemical reactions of pleasure. Unable to stop the reddening that made its way down her chest, over her small breasts. Unable to stop her nipples from hardening to tiny peaks. Bloom groped one of those breasts, just enough to make a handful, and Musa moaned. Between the attention to her breasts and the attention to her clit, Musa was pleasantly aroused - dripping onto the sheets, juices cooling against her flushed skin causing her to break out into goose bumps.

The heat ratcheted to a whole new level when the fingers around her clit moved inside her. Musa's breath came like a punch and she nearly jackknifed off the bed. Never before had a fingering felt so intense. Like the pleasure building inside would destroy her. Indigo eyes met cruel gold for a brief moment before fluttering closed at a particularly deep stroke.

That was a mistake. With her eyes closed, the pleasure amplified ten-fold. The air smelled sweet like overripe fruit and wildflowers, yet musky all at once. Perfect. Beautiful.

Wrong.

This is not your mate, Bloom's body cried, but she pushed that aside. This was not about mating, or passion, or even love. This was about revenge.

Musa gasped as talented fingers curled just enough to brush against the spot inside that had her hips jerking upwards. Musa let out a loud mewl, her eyes screwed shut, determined not to feel the pleasure. But after a few more strokes of painful precision, Musa was unable to stop herself from coming, her whole body tensing and coiling with release. Her thighs shook as Bloom held them open, her pussy quivering in the open air, slick with her release.

Bloom leaned down and stuck her nose between Musa's folds, breathing in the scent as it brought the best of highs.

"You know, I have been thinking a lot about legacy. What is a universe to rule with no one to share it with? Eventually, one day, I will need someone to take my place, someone I can trust with my power," Bloom said, spinning her tale from the soft pillow of Musa's inner thighs. "I think it is about time for me to produce an heir."

Tecna, who had remained silently seething with jealousy through the erotic display of finger-fucking, shuddered at the thought of another red headed tyrant. A mini-Bloom running around with the power of the cosmos and succubi combined. Another era in the Reign of Terror. It was enough to make anyone quiver with dread.

Bloom idled while she ran her fingers through the slick mess between Musa's legs, slipping two inside and scissoring the digits to stretch her wide. The music fairy writhed on the bed, oversensitive and torn between fighting Bloom's pheromones and giving into them.

"Succubi cannot produce their own offspring. We have to collect the seed from worthy donors, find the right vessel, watch them grow. It takes careful planning and consideration…" Bloom turned to look Musa in the eye, pinching Musa's cheek with her free hand so that she could not look away, Bloom's own eyes glowing with wicked delight. "Now imagine my luck when an unassuming Specialist falls right into my grasp, the one that hurt us both once upon a time. Oh, my dear songbird, can you imagine it? A child born of hate? Isn't it a magnificent idea?"

Musa's gaze went feral with rage. Just the idea of Bloom touching Riven…of Bloom being connected to him in any way…made Musa want to explode

"You're thinking of it aren't you?" Bloom cooed in manic glee as she registered the rage and jealousy. "Don't lie to me; it's written all over your face. You're thinking of him and I, together in bed, making love…or hate. You're wondering what he looks like pinned under me? Or what it must have felt like to wrap my legs around that waist and pull him closer and closer to the edge and finally-"

Musa lurched forward and screamed an angry, broken sound full of desperation and rage, unable to move an inch within her binding. Bloom only laughed.

"I've already broken your boy toy, little bird. But by the time I'm done with you, you will not care one way or another," Bloom's word was a promise, the tips of her nails stinging across tight abdominal muscles, quivering at where they would land. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember the name Riven…or the name Tecna."

"You're a sick bitch!" Tecna snapped, straining in her own binds in a desperate bid to get to Musa. "Keep fighting her, love! You're stronger than she is!"

"I'll make you watch," Bloom snarled, her focus now viciously pointed towards the fairy of technology chained to the wall. "I'll make you watch as I fuck your precious songbird, as I claim her just like I claimed her Specialist. I'll make you watch as I fuck our hate child into her, and when she has finally forgotten everything except my name as the only cry on her lips, you will tell me what I want to hear! Only then will I think about making it stop!"

One more stroke and Bloom pulled her fingers out of Musa. They were coated in a glistening layer of fluid. Bloom stuck them into her mouth and moaned, sucking on her fingers obscenely. They escaped her mouth with a wet pop, covered in a layer of saliva thicker than the juices dripping off.

Bloom used those same fingers to reach down between her own legs and rub at her clit. She had only done this once before, but diverting the flow of energy was second nature. As Bloom continued to rub, her clit started to engorge. It grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until it was the size of a well-endowed cock, rigid and ready.

Tecna's eyes bugged. "You stole Riven's...?"

"No, this is all me," Bloom said with a tug to her cock, proud to show off her body. "I took his semen. Riven tried to seduce me, gave me a gorgeous load - our essences mixing together perfectly - and in return for his treachery, I fucked him to death." She said it so casually, so carelessly, as if bringing pain to Musa was just as sweet as sex. "Of course, Succubi can't carry their own children...but we can get others to carry them for us. My vessel's name was Daphne. She was young, powerful, and a virgin, just like Musa."

Bloom knelt between Musa's legs with intent in her eyes, and Tecna finally put the pieces together.

"You can't...you can't do this!"

"You did this to her," Bloom said, staring Tecna down, nothing but pure hatred in her gaze. "From the very beginning, you have been against me. You turned on me first, chased me out of Magix. Still, I gave you a second chance. You could have told me what I wanted to know, but you refused. Freedom was that easy to obtain. You could have had a place at my table in the new Magical Dimension. But now...now Musa has to pay for your mistake."

Musa squirmed as the cock slid against her folds - squirmed because she knew it was wrong but fuck it felt so good. Frantic, she looked at Tecna, desperate to say, "Tec-Tecna no matter what - no matter what happens, I love - "

Bloom covered Musa's mouth with her hand, smothering her last-minute confession, and thrust her hips forward, sinking into Musa with one smooth glide.

Musa shouted, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Bloom felt resistance as she broke through Musa's hymen. Blood dripped onto the red silk sheets, the metallic scent turning Bloom on even further. Even though Musa had lain with women, Bloom had hoped Musa was still a virgin in this way, untouched by Riven or any other man. To know that she was the first and only to enter this delicious heat was intoxicating, the sexual energy radiating at impossible levels, a veritable feast.

Musa was so fucking tight and so fucking hot that it was hard to go slow. Part of Bloom - the human part that still cared for the girl - wanted to treat Musa well, worship the planes of her body and take her to heights of pleasure that only a Succubus knew. The other, primal part wanted to fuck Musa into the bed so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk. What she got was something in the middle.

"Do you want my cum, baby?" Bloom asked Musa as she fucked her stupid, their skin slapping together with each thrust. "You want me to cum in you?"

"I...I-I..." Musa stammered, still clinging to her last shreds of will. They were dissolving though, Bloom could feel it.

She grabbed Musa's hips and pulled them even closer together. The change in angle was enough to make Musa scream. She fisted the sheets in white-knuckled hands and howled as she came, hot liquid covering Bloom's cock, making for an even easier slide. The girl's thighs quivered around Bloom's waist, and when she finally, finally opened those indigo eyes, they were glassy with lust.

"I want you to say it," Bloom instructed, holding Musa's chin so that they had direct eye contact. "I want you to say you want my cum."

"I want your cum," Musa repeated obediently, her voice raspy and blissful. "I want your cum."

"Tell it to her," Bloom said next, tilting Musa's face in Tecna's direction so Tecna could see just how much Musa was loving it. "Tell your lover how much you want me."

"I want you. I want you, Bloom. Fuck! Don't stop. Please, don't stop!" Musa was writhing, her head canting into the pillows as Bloom tweaked her nipples. "Want your cum, only yours, only you, I only want you..." Musa babbled, unable to stop praising Bloom with every thrust. Her mouth was almost as intoxicating as her cunt, and Bloom was struck with vivid fantasies of those red lips wrapped around her cock, cheeks hollowed and throat bobbing as Bloom fucked Musa's face like a wild animal.

"Please, please cum in me, give it to me, want to feel you..." Musa begged, tears leaking out the sides of her eyes as she chased her pleasure.

Bloom was gone, pushed over the edge as she spilled deep inside Musa. She could feel her cock pulsing as she rode out her orgasm and Musa let out a long, deep groan from beneath her, coming yet again. That was, perhaps, the best fuck she had had in a while. Musa could put Azazel to shame. She sure as hell painted a prettier picture than the Incubus: eyes rolled up in the back of her head, nearly passed out from pleasure and biting on kiss-swollen lips.

A few more lazy thrusts of her hips and Bloom rolled off of Musa, the music fairy whimpering at the loss. As soon as Bloom pulled out, a flood of cum gushed from Musa's pussy, coating those decadent, puffy folds in a layer of creamy white.

"Look at that," Bloom maneuvered Musa to show off her dripping hole, legs spread eagle so there was no hiding the proof from Tecna. "Look at how gorgeous she is, stuffed full."

Bloom drug her fingers through the mess, pushed some of the cum back inside, and Musa shivered violently at the sensation. Musa was so overstimulated, her entire body raw. Bloom did not think she had ever seen a more beautiful sight. It would be a shame to lose such beautiful cum...

There were a variety of toys in a basket under the bed, ones so large only a succubus could take them, but also plugs and beads from her earlier days when she had to train her body to handle more. She pulled out a plug, measured it against her own cock for size, slicked it with the puddle of mess on the sheets, and pushed it into Musa's cunt. Musa whined at the feeling, her thighs straining to close as Bloom teased her, pulling the toy in and out to find the right fit until finally the base laid flush against her entrance. It was much less pretty a sight, but the cum would stay safely inside where it belonged.

"You're going to have a baby, songbird," Bloom told Musa, running a covetous hand over her vessel's flat stomach. She curled her lips into a smile, but not a kind one. "How do you feel about that?"

Tears stung at Musa's eyes, rolling down the sides of her face. She whimpered, but Bloom shushed her with another wave of pheromones, soothing the distressed fairy into complacency.

"Now, now, don't be ungrateful," Bloom chided, pulling away and getting off the bed. Her flaccid cock swung between her legs, already retracting back into her body as she strode around to the other side of the bed. "I've given you a gift. You are carrying the heir to the empire of Eros. You should be honored."

"Fuck you..." Musa managed to sob in a small voice. She was still too weak to move, and Bloom could see the start of bruises forming on the insides of her thighs. Perhaps Bloom had been more rough than she thought, but at least Musa didn't die. The little slut wasn't complaining in the moment. Musa was practically gagging for it. Bloom would just have to remind her of that.

Bloom pinched Musa's cheeks between her claws. "Yes, that's the plan."

Then, Bloom threw Musa's face to the side and turned to Tecna.

"I will keep fucking her, and I will keep making you watch - as long as it takes until she looses herself completely, until all she remembers is the feel of my body against hers and you are nothing but a distant dream. Insignificant," Bloom spat, enjoying the way Tecna flinched and curled in on herself, miserable. "This is your punishment."

"Please, I'll do anything..." Tecna pleaded.

"You know what you have to do."

Tecna shook her head furiously, tears dripping from her chin. "Anything...please...anything but that..."

Bloom clicked her tongue and shook her head. She pulled her robe from the back of her vanity chair and wrapped the black silk around her body. These pesky fairies didn't deserve to bask in her true glory any longer.

"I will be back tomorrow and see if you've changed your mind."

Bloom exited the room to the sound of Tecna weeping.