No review replies, really, this time. I kinda just want to post the chapter and get on with it. Read review and all that jazz.

As a warning, a massive amount of this chapter is a not-quite-as-lemony-as-some-might-wish lemon scene. As it is my first smutty scene, I didn't want to go wicked overboard with it. Enjoy, you massive pack of pervs.

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The Silver-Eyed Angel

Chapter 9

A Rising Thunder

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Ghosts of the North Headquarters

Abandoned Manor

Northern Alphonse

Toulouse

Clare didn't flinch as a stark-naked Helen, covered with scratches and marks that could only come from fingernails and teeth, went flying past her to slam into the wall, shaking the manor in its foundations as she left an shallow indent of her body at the point of impact. Roaring with bestial lust and rage, the loud-mouthed Claymore hurtled back towards her opponent, an equally naked, smirking Deneve, who met her charge head on. Nor did she flinch as the calmer, more tactical of the pair managed to successfully dominate her brash partner, forcing her to her knees with her arms behind her back and a hand between her thighs.

Smirking, Clare looked away as Helen's growls turned into purrs and moans, Deneve's nimble fingers teased her no-doubt soaking folds, her eyes sweeping the large living room of their abode. All of her companions, sans Tabitha and Maria, were engaged in various carnal acts with one another as they waited for their turn with Clare. In fact, Clare had yet to engage in any such sexual escapades with anyone, other than the previous encounter with Miria of course, finding that she very much enjoyed watching. Whether she was a voyeur, or was simply enjoying the power of being an Alpha Female and watching her subordinates brawl both for her amusement and pleasure, and to establish their own places in the pecking order, she didn't know. Nor, frankly, did she care. She was enjoying it, it sure as hell seemed like they were enjoying it, and she was positive that (like any red-blooded male) Raki would enjoy it as well. And, if she was honest, the idea of watching him take her sisters over and over again, filling them with his seed and marking them as his, was immensely arousing. Frankly, the concept itself was...intoxicating.

When she and Miria had shared the barebones of what had happened, in that Miria had submitted to Clare and proven her desire to be both her mate and Raki's, there had been a long silence before Helen had grinned and declared that it was obvious what had to happen next. A full blown orgy should immediately commence so that the ghosts could all be familiar with causing and receiving pleasure when they finally met their Alpha, and the other females he no-doubt had flocking to him. Much to her surprise, the idea had been accepted as a valid plan, especially after Miria coolly pointed out that each of them should show the same submission and willingness to serve their Alpha Female that she had.

Clare had agreed, of course, something primal within her rumbling with pleasure and satisfaction at the idea of so many strong, beautiful females submitting to her, and through her, to her Mate. She had further suggested that, in keeping with their youma sides, they use this as an opportunity to hash out their own, internal pecking order, lest there be strife and in-fighting once they finally returned South. This, too, had been accepted with a fair amount of enthusiasm, as each warrior knew that the higher in the 'ranks' they were, the sooner (and perhaps more often!) they would be taken by Raki.

Of course, she had laid down a few ground rules. While dominating your partners was all well and good, she would not approve of a breaking of trust. If someone wanted to keep a virginity intact for their Mate, than that was to be respected. Full stop. Cynthia, Zelda, and Lilly had immediately declared that while they would allow others access to their folds, their maidenheads were to remain intact for their Master, in addition to a temporarily shy and almost nervous Helen. Veronica, Deneve, Zelda, and Lilly had all declared that they were willing to go so far as losing their vaginal virginity to their sisters, explaining that they could regenerate it for their Master, as Defensive-class Claymores. When Cynthia was asked why she didn't feel the same, as another defensive type, she responded rather tartly that the ability to regenerate it wasn't the point. She wanted to save it for her Master, and that was that, thank you very much!

Helen had made a comment about Deneve being a pain-loving girl, wanting to be broken in repeatedly. Deneve, cool as ever, had not denied it, but simply smirked at her and remarked that she looked forward to having the brash warrior on her knees and whimpering her name. Helen had dived at her in response, and like a switch had been thrown the orgy had begun.

Miria and Tabitha had joined Clare at the head of the room, where she sat on the large, throne like chair she was sitting as she watched clothes start to fly, growls and snarls instinctively being issued as the warriors scrabbled for power.

Which brought them back to current time.

The normally sweet Cynthia was something of a surprise. Being close friends with the pony-tailed former #13, she had immediately tackled Veronica. A short tussle, in which clothes were damaged and yelps were voiced, had resulted in the current situation. She was currently under Veronica but was obviously the dominant one, grinning victoriously as she kept the higher-ranked warrior facing away from her, having entwined her legs with her prey's. This left Veronica wide open for Clare's viewing pleasure (something Clare was greatly enjoying) and Cynthia's ministrations. The pigtailed Claymore (whose hair had come loose over their romp, Clare noted) was relentless, sucking, nibbling and licking Veronica's neck, shoulder and ear, one hand groping her breasts, but the worst (or best) part had to be her other hand which was pleasurably assaulting Veronica's clitoris, rubbing, pinching and even twisting the sensitive nub. Despite constantly writhing and screaming in pleasure, the captive was attempting to fight back, having slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbing Cynthia's own sex, but it was clearly a losing battle. Finally surrendering as she came, Veronica turned her neck toward her friend and met her lips in a loving kiss, signaling her own submission, which was silently and happily accepted.

Lilly and Zelda were still fighting for dominance, both fairly evenly matched in a battle of this nature, but Clare was willing to bet that Lilly would come out the victor, as she was continually able to pin the short-haired warrior, stroking her folds roughly each time (though being careful not to use to much momentum and risk an accidental over-penetration). Each consecutive pin was also lasting a few moments longer than the one previous, and it was clear Zelda knew she was losing as much as Clare and Lilly did. Her snarls grew fainter, her whimpers more prominent, and her thrashing began to turn into a more token effort than any true resistance, getting a hum of pleasure and satisfaction from the woman topping her as she finally succumbed, turning her head to bare her throat as she lowered her chest to the ground and raised her ass in the air, spreading her thighs submissively.

"You two aren't going to join in?" Clare asked her two companions, one hand idly stroking her slick folds whilst the other teased and fondled her nipples, which she had quickly found were the most sensitive part of her body, something that pleased her. Their sensitivity would help to offset her self-annoyance at their relatively small size.

"I think everyone in the room is well aware of where I stand in this situation." Miria smirked slightly, trailing her fingertips lightly across Clare's shoulders as she walked around the throne to stand before it. "Besides," she murmured, looking Clare in the eyes as she slid to her knees, eyes bright with lust. "I think I'm going to...jump in line a little bit."

"Ahn~." Clare moaned as her captain and friend grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, head going between her things and dexterous tongue delving into her folds once more, hand nudged out of the way for easier and deeper access. She purred as said friend kneaded her ass, and Clare let the hand fondling her breasts fall onto Miria's head, fingers weaving in her long hair . Looking over at Tabitha, who was watching Miria's head move about between her thighs with an almost worryingly bright blush, Clare smirked and addressed her. "Come here, Taby."

"Ah, yes?" the shy warrior said softly, coming around to stand close to the throne, and Clare offered her the drenched fingers of the hand she had been using on herself before, the command clear in her eyes. Blushing brighter than before, she nevertheless obeyed, her inner youma sensing that this was the pleasure of her Alpha Female. Into her mouth went the slick digits, and Clare gave a little gasp of arousal as she watched the youngest member of the group closer her eyes with an almost blissful look on her face, her tongue diligently working to clean off every drop of the nectar that Tabitha was rapidly finding herself loving the taste of.

"She tastes amazing, doesn't she Taby?" Miria's voice came from between Clare's legs, and Tabitha nodded with a moan-like hum of approval and agreement, before giving an almost-pout of disappointment as Clare withdrew her now very clean fingers from the girl's mouth. She then squeaked as she was dragged into Clare's lap, legs spread on either side of Clare's own, the apex of their thigh at right angles of one another, and Tabitha moaned lustily as she felt her beloved Captain's nose and forehead rubbing against her heat as the Phantom continued to orally pleasure their Alpha Female. A gasp followed by a throaty purr followed promptly on its heels as a wickedly grinning Clare leaned forward to begin nipping and sucking on her breasts. She began to whimper helplessly at the faint, almost teasing sensation between their legs which, combined with Clare's assault on her chest, was driving her mad with desire and unfamiliar sensations.

"Easy now, Tabitha, you don't want to get worn out to early. There is plenty more fun to be had." Clare murmured in her ear, pulling her torso forward until their breasts rubbed together.

"M-Mistress...Clare?" Tabitha stammered in her ear, sounding overwhelmingly, adorably, embarrassed, a plea in her voice, and Clare made a sound of acknowledgment. "I...um, well, I was wondering if..."

Her next words were whispered so quietly that Clare barely caught them, and in fact she was somewhat surprised, which lead to her response.

"What did you say Tabitha?" Clare asked, looking at her blushing sister.

Tabitha was now regretting her brief moment of weakness. Then again, considering they were all nude and getting used to each other in a much more intimate setting, as evidenced by the very carnal acts the nine warriors were indulging in (some with less restraint than the others mind you, Deneve and Cynthia were surprisingly wild once they got going), it had been easy to notice that something was on her mind beyond mere shyness.

"Sorry Clare, it was a stupid idea. Just forget it." Her voice was pleading, but Clare wasn't going to go for it.

Clare crossed her arms under her breasts and gave her friend a steely look. "I don't think so Taby."

"Hey, what's going on?" A sated and flushed Helen intervened, as she noticed that the pair was no longer enjoying themselves.

"Tabitha just told me she wants to lose her virginity." Clare replied. Instantly everyone paused and looked at the former Thirty-One who blushed at being the center of attention.

"Sorry Clare, I didn't mean to make you mad."

Now Clare looked surprised. "Mad? Why would I be mad?" she sighed. "Look, we may have agreed to share the same mate, but this is still your body. If you decide you want to give your first time to someone else, I'll respect it."

"Really?" Tabitha asked.

Helen laughed. "Well, I guess I can understand you somewhat. The idea of having your first experience with ten inches of rock-hard man-meat can seem a little daunting. Though I don't intend to spoil the experience for myself." she finished lecherously, enjoying the blushes that got from eveyone.

"How would you know of Raki's endowment Helen?" Clare asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are you privy to some information we're not?"

"Nope, just daydreaming. I do have to keep myself stimulated you know." Helen chuckled, not at all ashamed at admitting her carnal desires. "Though I have a feeling we won't be disappointed when the time comes." she winked.

Clare returned her eyes to Tabitha who was still blushing. "So, who do you have in mind?"

Tabitha looked away, and Veronica put in, "Clare, as Alpha, don't you think…"

"No!" Clare cut in sharply, surprising the former Number Thirteen at how offended she sounded. "I may be the Alpha but I will not abuse my position and take anyone against their will. If Tabitha wants me to be her first, I'll accept, but I won't demand it."

No one saw Miria smile at this.

"That's very thoughtful of you Clare." Deneve commented.

"What, you thought I'd be an immature brat about it? You're my beloved sisters, and now my lovers. I'll try to be worthy of being the Alpha, just like Miria has earned our trust as our captain."

Miria blushed slightly, honored of the high regard the normally aloof Clare had for her.

"Though I do want something Tabitha. I want the front row seat to watch." Clare smirked. "I do have a right to this." At Tabitha's embarrassed nod, she continued. "So, choose. But of course, whoever it is has to be okay with it."

Tabitha's eyes darted among her sisters. Of course she knew who she wanted to be her first, but saying it out loud was not easy. "I'd like… I mean, I want…" The mere idea of admitting who she wanted to deflower her was causing her to hyperventilate.

Seeing her distress, Clare rubbed her backside soothingly, and Helen threw an arm around her shoulders, pressing their nude bodies together, which wasn't quite as helpful as Clare's massage.

"Oh come on Taby, just say it!" Helen scoffed. "As if it's a mystery anyway."

Everyone chuckled at this, except for one person. "What do mean Helen?" Miria asked.

A beat.

"Are you kidding me?" Deneve groaned.

"Nope, she's serious." Veronica sighed.

Zelda and Lilly groaned and facepalmed, and even sweet Cynthia rolled her eyes. "So dense."

"Captain…" Tabitha whimpered.

"Wha…" Before Miria could blink, Tabitha was pressed against her and was kissing her. Though shocked, Miria wasted no time in responding and soon both warriors were tongue-wrestling with a few wolf-whistles from their sisters. Finally Tabitha broke the kiss and walked back to one of the large, lounge-like couches, laying back on it while propping herself on her elbows, legs slightly spread to expose her wet pussy.

"Please Captain. I want it to be you."

"Well Miria, you heard her." Clare said.

Miria's face broke into a smile and she advanced to the bed, a seductive and predatory glint in her eyes. Tabitha was so entranced by the athletic, rippling body, the swaying hips and heaving breasts that she didn't notice Clare lay next to her, claiming the best spot to watch, nor her comrades taking seats around the bed, though far enough not to intrude.

Miria crawled on the bed like a lioness until she loomed above the prone warrior. Some of the watching Claymores were shocked at Miria's change in attitude, and couldn't help but admire her perfect body and the amazing view of her well-toned ass. Even those who had already had a turn with her decided they wanted another one, but first they would enjoy the spectacle of their sister losing her innocence.

This time Miria initiated the kiss and Tabitha eagerly reciprocated, allowing herself to be pinned under the woman she admired most. Her arms wound around Miria's back, trying to bring her closer, pressing and rubbing their breasts together as she squirmed under her dear Captain. Then Miria moved lower, nipping at Tabitha's throat and kissing her way down the stitched wound while her hands massaged the submitting woman's breasts, squeezing the flesh and pinching the hard nubs, drawing moans and groans from Tabitha.

Tabitha arched her back as Miria traced her flat stomach with her tongue, and took a deep breath when she paused between her spread legs. She was about to ask what she was waiting for when Miria gently bit down on her clitoris, setting her off and making her scream in orgasm.

Everyone looked in amazement at this side of Miria they hadn't seen. None of them knew their fearless leader could be damn sensual. Well, except for Clare who now had a good idea of what she'd looked like after their 'negotiations'. Still most of them were rubbing themselves, or even each other, and wondering if Miria would accept to service them like this.

They hoped so.

"Captain… please…" Tabitha breathed after recovering.

"Just thought I'd prepare you a bit." Miria smiled gently. She kneeled on the bed and grabbed Tabitha's right leg, lifting her on her shoulder, fully exposing the blushing warrior's sex. Smirking slightly, Miria sucked her own fingers to lubricate them for the real event, feeling Tabitha's unwavering gaze on her.

"Want me to hold your hand?" Clare smiled, and Tabitha realized she had completely forgotten about the others. She blushed but wordlessly grabbed her Alpha's hand, genuinely grateful for allowing this to happen, and vowing to repay her afterwards.

After she'd repaid her Captain that is.

"Don't worry Tabitha, I'll be gentle." Miria promised with her fingers rubbing her entrance.

Don't. I want to feel it all Captain. Both the pain and the pleasure." Tabitha blushed.

"Really?" Tabitha nodded, and Miria grinned. "Well in this case…"

Suddenly the teasing fingers were pushed inside, reaching further than any of them had ever experienced, even more than Miria had allowed Clare to go within her body. The fragile barrier broke, blood coating Miria's fingers, and Tabitha screamed in pain, arching her back off the bed in response. Despite this, the sheer knowledge that her Captain was the one to claim her innocence made every ounce of it absolutely priceless and irreplaceable to her, and gave her a sense of elation that nothing could ever match in her mind.

Though unknown to her she was wrong, as their mate would prove in due time, and even this would be nothing compared to having them both at the same time.

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Council Chamber

Headquarters of 'The Organization'

Staff

Province of Sutare

Toulouse

"Thank you, you may return to your quarters." Rimuto waved an irritated hand in dismissal, causing the failed Renee Execution Squad to bow and withdraw. Steepling his hands before him, he looked around the darkened room with a heavy frown. "I did not expect such failure from so large and elite a group, but it seems I should have."

"They will need to be punished, of course. I believe I will take care of that..." Jo'sef mused aloud, a sick smile twisting his face as he contemplated how to punish the warriors for their failures. Honestly, that was the best part of this job. He get to torture, raid, rape, pillage, plunder, and mind-break as many people as he desired, and he got paid for it at that! All he had to do was make sure it was a 'Youma' attack on villages that hadn't paid up.

"It is unfortunate that #00 came across Renee whilst she was in the area. Otherwise, a troublesome issue would have been resolved. Now, it has the potential to get far worse." Dae mused to himself, and the Council murmured in agreement. Rubel, however, merely chuckled from his usual place in the shadowed corner of the room, bringing the group's collective attention onto him. "And what amuses you so, Rubel?"

"Come now, esteemed Elders of the Council. You don't really think that it is pure happenstance that #00 and #08 came across Renee, do you?"

"What are you saying?" Rimuto said sharply, not liking the direction the sunglass-wearing man was headed, and Rubel's ever-present smirk widened ever so slightly. Perfect.

"It just seems to very convenient that Renee just happened to be in that sector, and that Raki and Dietrich just happened to come across Renee, who just happened to sense the other Single Digits closing in? And they all just happened to meet up?" he drawled, smirk turning devilish as he saw the doubts begin to take root in the minds of 'his' leaders. All he had to was give them another nudge or two, and they would tear themselves apart. He had no doubt that Raki and his followers would obliterate the Organization, but his orders were to ensure that Toulouse was not a threat to the Northern Alliance. That meant he had to ensure the majority of Raki's forces were destroyed as well, leaving him unable to attempt a conquest of the mainland.

"Are you saying that Raki and the other Single Digits are plotting against us?" another elder said incredulously. "Absurd, Dae assured us that the brainwashing was successful! And our warriors are too indoctrinated to turn against us!"

"I'm sure that Dae's techniques were very effective. However, you must also consider #00's incredible power level. It is highly likely he simply burned through the drugs faster than they could be administered. As for the other warriors, you must remember just what all of our research is based off of."

"The Dragon-kin?" Rimuto said, rhetorically, and Rubel nodded in response, a carefully crafted look of thought on his face.

"Indeed, the Dragon-kin. Semi-intelligent though they may be, they are still beasts, with bestial instincts. #00's power is so far beyond theirs that their Youma natures recognize him as the closest thing to a Supreme Being they've ever encountered, which means that he instinctually and subconsciously can claim their loyalty and obedience with enough exposure. Naturally, Raki is using that influence to get revenge against this Organization."

"Which means any warrior that has been exposed to him is a potential ally to him and enemy to us..." Rimuto mused, eyes narrowed in thought. Leaning back in his throne like chair, he continued. "Send all of the lower-ranked warriors North to fight all of the Awakened and Youma Isley is gathering there. Split the Single digits between the west and south, and recall #00. Dae, you will activate the deceased warriors you are resurrecting. We will use them to eliminate #00 and maintain control over the territories while we finish preparing the next generation of warriors."

"Of course, Elder Rimuto." The room murmured together at the commands, the Council broke up, and the room slowly emptied, leaving only Rubel in the darkness. A snap of his fingers later, and a shadowy figure appeared at his side.

"Stage a conversation within hearing range of one of the warriors, discussing the plans that were just made, without mentioning my involvement. Then gather the others and begin final preparations for our departure."

The shadowy figure, one of Rubel's own agents within the Organization, inclined their head in a bow and vanished once more to carry out his orders.

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Raki's Keep

Southern Mountains of the Musha Province

Toulouse

"Damn them! How did they figure things out so quickly?" Raki snarled, eyes blazing gold and aura billowing, slamming a fist into the massive meeting table in his keep, cracking the heavy wood and making the surrounding warriors shudder together in arousal and the Youma to cower slightly, both genders reacting to the presence of The Alpha that was within the room.

"Master, calm yourself. It is likely that Rubel is playing his games again." Dietrich said as soothingly as she could, half-draping herself across his back, feeling rather drunk off of his aura. She almost purred when she felt his powerful muscles flex beneath her as he growled again in response to her comment.

"I should have guessed from the outset. That man always seems to pop up at crossroads such as this." He rumbled, turning his gaze to look around the room. "Send forth the fliers. Inform Isley of what is going on. Inform him that any warriors that we do not manage to catch out and convert are NOT to be harmed, but restrained until we can bring them over to our side. Tell Riful that attempting to assault my territory while I deal with the Organization will not result in her being brought to heel, but destroyed. If she wants to play afterwards I will oblige her, but I've no patience for that right now."

"Yes, Master." The room spoke as one, and he hummed in satisfaction before continuing.

"My only concern is these legendary warriors that were spoken of. I can only imagine they mean the greatest warriors that perished in battle, the former single digits such as Roxanne, Cassandra...and Theresa."

The room murmured uncomfortably, fully aware that the majority of them would never stand a chance against such titans.

"Because of this, I am ordering all non-single digit warriors, Awakened, and all youma to focus on holding territory or hunting down the 'bandits' across the island, which are of course the Organization's human forces. Myself and the elite warriors and Awakened will deal with the Organization directly." He commanded, a even more discontented murmuring running through the room.

"Master, we hear and obey, but we beg you to reconsider. Our place is by your side, not hiding away like children!" one of the mid-ranked former warriros protested as respectfully as she could, and she blushed heavily when he smiled at her warmly.

"And I would have you at my side, but not when you will perish. As loyal and dedicated as you are, none of you can match any of these legends in battle. I will not sacrifice your lives in a futile battle. I am not like those bastards in the Organization." He said gently, and she nodded shyly before withdrawing to the shadows again. Eyes sweeping the table, he spoke once more. "This is it, my friends. This the moment in which we crush those who would enslave us, and make our own fates!"

The following cheers threatened by all rights to bring the keep down about their ears.

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Isley's Army Camp

Southern Border of Alphonse

Tolouse

"Message from the Master, Lord Isley." A flier type Youma growled as he landed before the Abyssal of the North and kneeling respectfully.

"Speak." The Silver King said, gesturing for the Youma to rise.

"The Master says that the Organization has discovered our plans, and is attempting to wipe out the entire current generation of warriors by sending them against you and the other Abyssals. The Master wishes for you to spare every life, so that they might be freed of the Organization's chains."

"Does he desire that I bring my forces south?" isley asked, one raised eyebrow the only indication of his suprise at the news that their plans had been discovered.

"No, the Master wants all non-single digit warriors or Awakened to withdraw and hold position. The Organization plans to resurrect their greatest warriors, such as Theresa, to overwhelm the Master. He does not wish for the lower ranks to throw their lives away needlessly against such titanic foes."

"If my brother thinks that I will remain here whilst he battles such enegmies, he is even more foolish than I had forseen." Isley snorted in amusement, and the Youma spoke up.

"My Lord, The Master was clear..."

"That only former single digits could join him, yes. My forces will hold position here, but I will head south immediately. Inform Raki that arguing is futile and the only words I should hear from his naive mouth when I arrive is 'Thank you'."

"I...Yes, My Lord." The flier clearly knew that attempting to argue would be both futile and unwise, and so took to the air again to deliver its message.

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Riful's Headquarters (Witch's Maw)

Mount Zakol

Lautrec

Toulouse

"Oh~? What is this? One of dear Raki's fliers, come to see me?" Riful hummed with a smile as Dauf dragged the aforementioned Youma before her. "Raki isn't the type to send a spy, so I can only assume there is something he needed to tell me?"

"The Master wishes to inform you that you will begin seeing his forces moving towards the East. This is due to his imminent destruction of the Organization and the liberation and conversion of all of its warriors. He commanded me to say that he will play with you as much as you like later, but if you were to try and advance into his territory or cause troubles during his battle with the organization, there will be nothing but death for you and your faction." The youma, though clearly terrified that his message would get him killed on the spot, nevertheless delivered it calmly and clearly.

"Haaaa~?" Riful raised her eyebrows curiously as she mulled over the warning from the Master of Toulouse. On the one hand, it was highly irritating to have terms-commands, really- dictated to her in such an offhand fashion. On the other, she found it both immensely arousing and immensely appropriate that the most powerful being on the island command her as if she were submissive to him. While she had no doubt the time would come (soon, if she had anything to say about it!) when Raki would slay Dauf and force her to submit (much to her future pleasure no doubt!), that time had not yet come. Still, she certainly had no desire to die, unless it was from pleasure at her future mate's hands, and she definitely wanted the Organization gone, so..."I suppose I should obey the Master's command. Tell him this from me, however: I obey him this once because he is destroying the Organization. If he wishes to command me in the future, he had best come and force me to submit to him. Until then..."

She let her voice trail off, her meaning clear, and the Youma nodded choppily. Humming in satisfaction, Riful flicked her hand at her oafish soon-to-be-ex mate, who released the messenger roughly. Hissing in displeasure at the large Awakened, the flier scurried outside and took to the sky, winging his way back to his leader.

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Unknown Location

"So, the male is going to destroy the Organization soon..." a male voice hissed, sounding pleased, and another answered.

"Yes, he separates his strength for fear of losses to the humans."

"Good. Gather all of our kin...ALL of them. Make what excused you must, but we will follow the male to the humans and destroy them both. Then this island will be OURs to feast upon!"

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And that is a wrap for this chapter. Just so you know, this will probably be the only lemon in this story, as we are only a couple of chapters away from the sequel. The sequel will be farm more lemony than this story for various reasons, so look forward to that.