WARNING: This story is going to have themes of rape, forced cuckoldry, and violence. If you don't like those things, I probably am not the writer for you!
3 days later
Rakan was close. He had to be, after the distance he had traveled, and leads he had followed. The humans who captured Xayah were bold, setting traps for all kinds of creatures. Some were simple baited bear traps to catch hungry animals, while others were crying children, meant to lure in more compassionate Vastaya. That's probably how they got her... Xayah always did have a soft spot for children.
It had been simple enough to use his magic to convince the smugglers to tell him their usual delivery location, the docks in an Ionian city called Navori. A human city was not the best place for a Vastaya who stood out as much as he did, but he had no choice. His woman was captured, likely being sold into slavery, or about to be turned into potions by some alchemist who believed Vastayan feathers held magic. Humans...disgusting, he thought to himself as he leapt across rooftops in the night, trying to find the crates that the men had mentioned, marked with what looked like a fist. Agile and silent he crossed building after building, eventually finding the right dock where several large men were dragging crates off a small boat. Squinting, he noticed a symbol burnt into the boxes that looked like it could be the fist he was searching for.
He watched as the men dragged the boxes down a staircase, losing sight of them. Damn, now I have to go down there without being found out...
He noticed a lone man standing guard, and devised a simple plan. Xayah had always been the brains, while he had a more straightforward approach. Dropping from the rooftop, Rakan lands behind the man, swiping his wing at the mans legs, knocking them out from under him. Channeling his magic, he jumps, lifting the both of them in the air and back onto the rooftop where he slowly strangles the man to unconsciousness. Well that was easy enough. Quiet, and not too exhausting. Not bad Rakan, he thought, patting himself on the back.
He takes off the mans cloak, wrapping it around himself and throwing the hood up. It looked strange with his ears poking the hood up to a point, but it was the best he could manage on short notice. He would have to move fast and avoid attention. He drops back down to the ground and runs down the staircase, entering the underground complex. He sprints down the narrow hallway and rounds a corner only to see the box set down on the ground outside a door. He looks around cautiously before walking up to the box and inspecting it. Something is leaking from the box, a dark green liquid that smells of earth. He gently knocks on the box, and as if woken up violently, the box begins shaking and pounding as if a monster is inside. Well that's probably not Xayah...
He looks inside the door that the box rests in front of and sees a hallway of cells, like a prison. It made sense that this place would have a holding area for magical beings before they were sold. Rakan had to hide his disgust when the smugglers spilled their guts about the final destination for most Vastaya women they caught. They were auctioned off to rich humans who wanted to complete their collections of sex slaves, destined to spend their lives as a toy for a degenerate. That's not happening to my girl.
Rakan entered the hall, moving from cell to cell, only to find they were empty. Where is she! She has to be here! Then he finds her.
Chained to the ceiling, her arms shackled above her head, her feet barely brushing the ground, she is passed out and naked, hanging by her arms. What have they done! He tries to open the cell, but the door is locked. The noise wakes her though, and she looks at Rakan in the dark, only seeing the silhouette of a man with pointed ears.
"No, please! I don't know where he is! How could I," she croaks in a hoarse, broken voice.
"Xayah its me, Rakan! I'm here to get you out," Rakan says gently, trying to reassure her, but his words seem to trigger something far worse in her.
"Rakan? No..no you shouldn't have come! He knew you'd come! Please get out as fast as you can," she begs, the urgency evident in her voice as suddenly the magical lights turn on, flooding the whole hallway in bright white. Rakan squints as his eyes adjust just in time to see a large fist hit him square in the face, knocking him out cold.
Sett looks at the unconscious body of his old friend, then at the beautiful, pained body of his lover. "Well this has just been a great week for me. I can't wait for tomorrow," he says as he drags Rakan down the hall, into a cell far from Xayah.
"If I were you, I'd talk to Rakan tonight and explain what is going to happen. Once I take advantage of the Bind, you won't seem yourself. May as well break his heart while you still care," he says, locking Rakan away before returning to Xayahs cell and unlocking her shackles, letting her drop to the floor.
"Anyway, rest up. Tomorrow is the day you become mine."