They were sitting at the table having an early supper when something happened that they had never seen before. They had eaten the appetizer which was a large salad, or in Atlas' case a large baked potato, and the main course which was chicken, steak and leg of lamb, potatoes, green beans and tomatoes that were sliced into half moons for the sides and were just digging into the desserts; an assortment of cake, fudge brownies and pudding, when Dione dropped her fork which clanged against the floor loudly and sent up a scream which made all of them jump up in their chairs in fright. Dione's white glowing eyes were wide with fright, the fingers of her hand were splayed over her chest and her breath came out in startled gasps.

"Mom..." Perniceie gasped. "what's wrong?"

Dione didn't answer, she had felt it, she had felt the stinging pain and the electronic jolt enter her body, it was enough to scare the daylights out of her. She shoved her chair from the table, of which she sat at the head of always since she was the head of the family that lived in her castle, and ran off. Inside her mind she remembered the teachings of her instructor, her lectures on how when a link is severed it always comes back to the creator in such a rush it can be startling and sometimes painful. She had been keeping a good eye on Angel lately, had been keeping a mini mirror with her at all times to look into and see if Angel needed help. All of that day she had been busy, busy training her daughter and granddaughter and busy refreshening her skills, she had not checked one single time on Angel. She ran into her room and threw her hand at the mirror on the vanity, she figured she would see her great-great granddaughter being off with some of the humans or checking the shield but instead what she saw alarmed her. What she saw was static, like that of a television when the cable was out. She stared at it for a while, perplexed, then she took a step forward. She brushed her deep purple colored hair with the gray and white strands mixed in back from her shoulder.

"Show me the last ten minutes!" she said to the mirror. "Show me the ten minutes before the connection was broke."

All she saw was black, a dark blackness from the mirror which sent a chill down her spine. It was like that for seven minutes and she was about to say enough when she saw the blackness lift. She saw what the crystal saw, she saw an audience of what looked liked angry people then she gasped as the crystal, which she now knew was being carried, floated in front of a face which had definitely seen better days. It took her a while to figure out who the face belonged to, the hair was cut short and was a fiery red color, the eyes were hot and angry and were an emerald-green with a golden-yellow ring around a pupil which had shrank in size.

"You've used this to call someone who you needn't have contact with." she heard a deep man voice say. "Someone who could care a hill of beans for you."

"It's Hell of beans genius." the person in front of the crystal snarled.

"Don't you ever correct me!" the male voice roared at the person in front of the crystal. "I'm far older and wiser than you are."

"Really? Where's the latter one?" the person who glared at the crystal had snickered.

"You won't ever have a chance to talk or see or have anything to do with the creator of this crystal." the deep male voice said. "I forbid it! Your father forbids it! Your grandmother even forbids it!"

"You tell her dear!"a female voice called from a distance. "Tell her how it is to be from now on!"

Dione's mouth dropped in shock at the realization of who was in front of the crystal, it was her great-great granddaughter. She stared in shock as the crystal was walked away from her great-great granddaughter then dropped to the ground. It was when the crystal slammed to the ground that she saw who it was who had held it. Her father loomed above the crystal, he was looking away from the crystal, she guessed he was looking at Angel, then he glanced down and she saw his foot raise. The last image she saw was her father stomping his foot down on the crystal before the mirror went back to being staticky.

Dione moved back, she bumped against the bedpost and she grabbed a hold of it. She hitched in breath after breath after breath, her terror engulfing her. Just staring at that static, just knowing what she had seen, made her scared to death for Angel. She loved that girl quite a bit, she was very proud of her, and now seeing that her great-great granddaughter was caught and had possibly been tortured by her father, and possibly even her half-brother, she near broke into tears. She tore out of her bedroom and down the hall, when she turned a corner she ran into her daughter and granddaughter who grabbed her tight in their arms when they saw her in her current state.

"Mom! What's wrong!" Perniceie exclaimed. "Tell us please!"

"No time child!" Dione pushed past her daughter and tore her hand loose from her granddaughter.

"Grandmother please tell us!" Azura ran after her. "Please! Tell us what's wrong!"

"No time!" Dione repeated. "No time! No time, I have to go now!"

She plowed into Helen then got up and ran past, Helen got up slow and ran after her asking again and again what was going on. When she got to Atlas she had no choice but to stop, he wrapped her tightly in her arms and wouldn't let her go, she was a mess and she knew it. Her make-up was smeared on her face from when she had cried after running from her room, her lipstick was running, her hair was a mess and she was shaking all over. Atlas held onto her until Helen, Azura and Perniceie caught up. All three generations started pelting her with questions, asking her what was wrong and where she was going. She struggled in Atlas' arms for a minute then screamed out, her white eyes blazing and her hands gripping her great granddaughter's husband's arms tight.

"Angel's been captured by my father!" she screamed. "He destroyed my link to her, he destroyed the crystal!"

"What?" Helen exclaimed. "Dione, how do you know?"

"I saw the last ten minutes of events before the crystals destruction." Dione replied. "Let me go so I can rescue my great-great granddaughter!"

She twisted out of Atlas' arms and ran down the hall to the gym. Once in her spacious gym that had a pool and extremely clean floors that one could very well eat off of she ran to the lockers. She tore hers open and took out her wand and her sword. She hesitated then grabbed a wrist gauntlet as well. She was sliding that on around her wrist when her daughter and granddaughter ran in. When they opened their lockers she yelled and with a quick swipe of her arm had them blown back by an energy swipe. Perniceie and Azura stood up slow, they looked at her with hurt in their eyes but she didn't buy into it.

"No, this time it's me." she said to the girls. "They've picked the wrong great-great granddaughter to fool around with."

"You promised you'd never use your magic against us." Azura painly said. "You promised!"

"When times like these happen a promise can be broken." Dione said to her granddaughter. "This is for both of your protection. Do you understand me? This is for your protection!"

Perniceie and Azura were quiet for a short while then Perniceie got up and shoved her mother against her locker, Dione's eyes went wide then she brought her hand up and slapped her daughter in the face hard enough for her daughter to fall to her knee. Azura looked up at her grandmother, as of the last few weeks her relationship with her grandmother hadn't been the greatest, they had had a few fights and she had been disciplined a few times as had Perniceie, her own mother, but Azura was slower in coming around and slower in building trust back to where it had been before she had gone to rescue Angel from KurukVile and Master Vile. After Angel had left with Atlas to go to Gamma-Vile for an attempted sabotage of the Sperm Ward Perniceie had gone on a complete shut down from her mother, she had not spoken a word to her not even when Atlas had returned and Azura had done nearly the same except for the usual mutterings. It wasn't until the second week after Atlas had returned that both had started talking to Dione again, they had resumed the refresher courses that Dione had scheduled for them some time before a week and a half later.

"You two are stalling me and taking precious time from Angel's rescue." Dione said, she walked past. "I will be back with Angel, she'll be hurt bad I bet but she'll be alive. Do not gang up on her or me when we get here! The consequences are dire if you do, that goes the same for you and Atlas, Helen!"

Helen and Atlas had ran into the gym in time to see Perniceie get slapped by her mother. Helen looked shocked, her blue eyes were wide and her hand was up to her lips. Atlas stepped to the side, he said not a word but his eyes said all that was needed to be say. Dione's sudden action of slapping her only daughter, and threatening punishment if they ganged up on her or Angel when they got back, was a complete shock to both of them. Dione went to the platform in her gym and stood on it, she looked at all of them then teleported out. Once she left a heated conversation started. Dione, herself, teleported right inside of Master Vile's ship, she used her instincts and walked from the spacious closet she had formed in down the hall. She used the shadows as best she could then made one of the ceiling tiles above move to the side with her magic and jumped up. Her legs dangled down for a second then they pulled up, and just in time because Master Vile walked into the same hallway she had been walking in a second later. He never noticed that ceiling tile above being moved back in place.

When Master Vile walked into his bedroom chamber he didn't look at the bed, he had yet to touch his daughter-mate and was wanting to get himself as ready as possible. No, he wasn't nervous about the first mating with her, he was simply making his rounds about his ship making sure everything was in order, especially after sending a human packing behind a thicket bush before entering his ship with Angel. He had carried Angel to his bedroom chamber and chained her up, she had fought him all the way down the hall and had grabbed the door frame of his bedroom chamber to prevent him from taking her in but he had been successful in pulling her away from the door then sliding in. Angel had been chained up to his bed, shackles only on her wrists, none on her ankles, and as soon as he had turned she had resumed her struggling. Pulling back and forth on the bed, of which he had taken the blankets and sheets down before her punishment outside so her blood wouldn't contaminate them, and sending a beray of curses and insults at his back. He had left his room then, having other things to do before they'd start their new life together as both a father and daughter and as a father-mate and daughter-mate.

He had locked his ship up good, so good that not even a mouse could enter it. After he had made sure no one could get in he had given specific orders to everyone not to bother him for the next twelve hours, he was sure that it would be a long night and a fruitful one at that. Rita and Rito were strictly forbidden from going near his bedroom chamber, he had received a call from his father asking if he needed any assistance which he had gotten rather heated at, a fight had erupted quickly and had ended with him slamming the receiver of his skull phone down hard on the base. Next he had Lynster and Finster take care of things on the ship, Glog was to do as planned for supper but not prepare a meal for three as he wouldn't be eating that night, at least not at the dinner table and at least not a large meal, maybe a short snap after six hours then he'd be back in the sack. Nygiti, Galong and Kelso were ordered to keep an eye out on the events outside of the ship, if anything of deep importance came around they were to bring it to his attention but if it wasn't they would be in a world of trouble.

He removed his clothes, it was time. He removed them not fast or slow but normally. He removed the bath robe he had thrown around him before leaving his bedroom chamber to run his errands then he unsnapped the button and unzipped the zipper on his pants. He slid them off then took off his shoes and socks. When he sat down at his burrough he slowly, and carefully, removed each earrings from his ears. He started with the earring farthest from his head then moved on, with each earring he removed he placed them on the hooks of his lifelike skullbust that had long ears like his in the same order he removed them. He looked at his underpants, his dark blue briefs which were made of a cottony material and very comfortable, should he remove them as well or just leave them on for now? His eyes lighted on the bath robe he had worn, he went to it and felt it.

"Much too cottony!" he thought. "The polyester one will do well."

He went to his closet, carrying the bath robe in one hand, and took the black polyester robe out. He put the bath robe in its place. He slipped that around himself, not bothering to tie the strap around himself. He thought, why should I as it won't be on for long anyways. He looked back down at his underwear, he ran his fingernails over the elastic band once then took them away. No, he'd leave the underpants on, no one ever said to him that he and Angel couldn't have a talk before they did their thing. He wasn't concerned that his daughter-mate could get pregnant after the first mating, he actually wanted to get started right away, he wouldn't mind her having a child then having a month break before heading for the next one's creation. No, he wasn't going to make his daughter-mate a baby making machine, she wasn't going to pop out babies every ten to twelve months, but she surely would have a lot of sex to last her a millennium or two. He turned and went to the bed now, taking in that his daughter had either fallen asleep or was faking being asleep.

"Whether or not she is, she'll be awake soon." he thought aloud.

Angel wasn't asleep, she had fought hard after seeing Lieutenant Charles Rollins being zapped back by her father and although she had quite a bit of fight left in her she had figured she'd better save it. Her reason for this was clear; her father meant now to make their union solidify, or at least in his own mind that was. She had no intention of going nice, of letting him have her. The beating had been bad, she knew her body was beaten but neither her body or spirit were broken and that was great. When she felt the bed underneath of her go down from someone sitting on it she kept her head turned sideways, away from the front of the room. She felt a hand being pushed through the little hair she had left on her head, the anger grew inside of her again but she held it in telling herself not yet. She had formulated a plan while being left alone, a decent plan that would stall things for a short while but wouldn't put her father's plan for her off forever.

"What is the Dacops Crystal?" she asked.

"Don't you worry about the Crystal, sweetheart." her father answered. "Tonight's a night for pleasure and passion not old family weapons which cannot ever be used again."

"Cannot be used ever again?" Angel repeated. "What happened? Did it get lost or stolen?"

"Never you mind." Master Vile now had his hand behind her head, cupping the back of her head gently and holding her head at an angle.

"No, please. Tell me what happened." Angel begged. "I want to know."

"We have business to tend to, Angel." her father was getting annoyed with her.

"Please." Angel begged again. "I'll comply fully with your wishes and desires but please, tell me what happened to the Dacops Crystal."

Master Vile sighed, he didn't much like going into this past history when the present with its history yet to be written lay in front of him. He gazed down at his daughter, taking her in. The whip marks and burn marks from the candle wax and the burn between Angel's legs he knew were there but he dismissed them. What he saw was his daughter-mate's body as a smooth canvas, a gorgeous and smooth canvas with some slight muscle showing, most of it hiding within her. A canvas of which he solely owned, of which he could paint and make creation of. With his free hand he fiddled around with one of her breasts, she looked down but she didn't struggle. He rubbed the nipple between his fingers, he squeezed it gently then rolled his fingers over it. The nipple was bruised, it was burned as it should be since she had been punished, but it was beautiful to him. A light pink in color and erect, he liked that quite a lot.

"After my disowning a gem fragment of the Dacops Crystal went missing from my father's vault which, after my disowning, my father closed down." he said finally. "The Dacops Crystal, soon after the discovery, was moved from the vault to my parents own fortress. Given its own room, a room full of items from my father's conquests."

"How big was the gem fragment?" Angel asked.

"Nevermind Angel!" Master Vile replied, a bit aggravated.

He was asked a few other questions, which he didn't answer. After the third question he stopped fiddling with the nipple and went for broke. As soon as his lips touched his daughter-mate's nipple he felt a shock of electricity run through his body, he thought he felt it in Angel's as well. Angel gasped, but she didn't fight him as he sucked. He took what was his confidently, he sucked greedily then he placed his hand on the breast, his thumb and index finger on either side of his mouth, and he pulled the nipple up deeper. Angel gasped again, he was sure he felt the electricity run through her body as he flicked his tongue about, tickling and finding the sensitive areas on her breast which he had a-hold of. Once done with the left breast he went to the other, repeating the same action. When he pulled away he felt a surge of safeness, of surety, the electricity was still coursing through his body and he relished in it.

"You do know what you are doing is wrong, right?" Angel asked him. "You're my father, father's are not suppose to do what you are doing."

"The simple-minded humans on this planet have filled your brain with lies." her father replied. "You need to broaden your mind, the universe's rules are set and are vastly different than what you've been falsely told."

"You're still my father." Angel argued. "I'm your daughter."

"Mate." Master Vile added.

Angel was about to say more when suddenly her father stood up, he removed the robe that was around him and threw it away, it fluttered to a chair where it hung loosely. When she felt her legs being raised she looked down, sure enough her father's hands were on her knees and he was pushing her legs up so that they would be at angles. She made the muscle in her legs work, when her father placed his hands between her knees, intending to spread them, he found himself struggling.

"Now, I thought you said you would comply with my wishes and desires." Master Vile had his head on her knees now.

"I lied." Angel growled.

"I see. I figured."

The struggle went on for almost a minute, him inserting his hands and pushing against her muscles to have her legs fly open and her struggling to keep them closed. After forty-eight seconds of struggle her father stopped, he stood up and walked around the bed. He did something that she had not expected, he waved his hand up. She had been lying flat on the bed, now the shackles that were around her wrists, and the chains, pulled her up so that she was standing facing away from the pillows with her knees bent under her, her legs slightly open. She pulled up and tried to get her weight under control but found herself a bit too late. She felt the bed move, felt it bounce under her then she felt her father behind her, then she saw his hands working. He forced her legs apart, her weight fell so that she was near in a split, which hurt a lot, then she saw his face slide in between her open legs. She pulled and yanked herself from side to side, trying to get the chains either loose or broke, she tried to use magic on them and found she could not and when she found her elemental abilities did not work she realized, to her extreme horror, that her father had made a spell to prevent her from using magic. Whether it was permanent or not, it made for one dire outcome for her situation. She could struggle all she wanted to, she could fuss and fight all she wanted to, but in the end the inevitable would happen.

She looked down when she felt hands wrapping around her waist, she remembered her father's long dark blue fingernails and feared them. Such nails could harm delicate areas such as the spot her father was at. Master Vile's head was fully between her legs, he was looking at her nuh-nuh in an almost dreamy way which made her feel sick. She started struggling again, pulling at the chains, trying to get up or at least clamp her legs shut.

He let her struggle, he was enjoying the movement of the special area he was looking at. He enjoyed the gently flapping, and the sight of something so small and fragile, something that only he could touch and feel and take care of, made him feel as if he had won the biggest pot at the gamblers table. He moved his head forward and gently flicked his tongue out, he explored the area slowly, barely touching it, but he had noticed something. As soon as he had started the struggling of his mate above had stopped. He forced himself to start slow, gently licking, barely touching, then he inserted his tongue in the walls and started in. The struggling started again, he let her struggle. He tucked his face in deeper, gripped her tighter with her hands, and started really going.

As soon as she felt his tongue twirling she started seeing images fly by in front of her eyes. When she had been bedded as a virgin she had envisioned white birds; Pigeons, Swans, white Ducks, Great White Pelicans and flocks of Great Egrets flying in a white sky. She had understood this, the symbolism of the white birds perched on the cable wires, on the electric wires, even on white picket fences. She was losing the strip, she was losing purity, she was becoming fully adult. When her father started tongue twirling she saw faint images of birds, she couldn't yet see what they were or what color but she saw them. When the tongue of her father's went lower, licking her from the inside out as deep as it could go, she pulled up in shock. A shamed shock, she was ashamed of her sex, of her gender, of the fact that this was how everyone felt during oral. In all, he was busy with her nay-nay for a total of ten minutes and in all of those ten minutes she would periodically pull up in shock and gasp, not moan but gasp, and she would curse herself inside her mind, she would insult her own self.

Master Vile was oblivious to the fight Angel was having with herself, he was too busy with his property, as he saw it. He was enjoying his snack, he was enjoying the jolt of electricity which shot from his mouth and went down to his toes. He found something new about his young daughter-mate while ducking into his snack, he found her very tight but this didn't much matter to him. It simply meant that she had not been as sexually active as a being of her age normally was. He was glad for this, he knew she wasn't a virgin from his licking but he knew that she might as well be due to the tightness of her female parts. He crawled on his back, bringing his face from the delicate area he had so enjoyed, and didn't stop until his pelvis and hers were near touching. He waved his hand up once and when the chains lifted her up enough he reached down and with a smooth motion, slid his underpants down, he kicked them off as soon as they reached his feet. He was erect, he was at his full reach of sixteen inches and was as thick as a can which for a man like himself with the muscle he had and the weight that he had was impressive.

"It's the genetics." his mind said to him. "Another reason the Prominent Family Law is in order. Good, strong, reproductively sound men with good, strong, gorgeous women who are nicely balanced."

He slid it in slow, he both felt and heard her gasp then he felt her start to struggle again which forced him to finish the sliding. One pop, one pained scream, and he was inside. He waved his hand and she dropped fully, the shackles on her wrists had disappeared with the wave of his magical hand, he grabbed her before she could get away and started ramming. She was tearing at his shoulders with her nails, this he didn't mind, he actually saw this as an act of passion and this act of hers made him ram harder until she gripped the bone side of his shoulders and the flesh part of his shoulders and held on tight.

She fought at first but then the fear of her fighting would cause internal injuries caused her to stop, not the enjoyment of the deed but the fear. The images now formed fully for her, she envisioned birds again but not the kind from her first sexual encounter. She saw black Crows, Vultures, Common Blackbirds, Red-winged Blackbirds, Rusty Blackbirds, Melodious Blackbirds, Jamaican Blackbirds and Scarlet-headed Blackbirds. They were all perched on dilapidated fences, on stone pillars, on stone fireplaces and some even on dead grass. Her father was really rocking now, he was grunting, moaning and groaning all at once in one single sound, she could feel and hear this but the birds held her attention. It was while she was looking at the birds that she felt the pain, a deep searing, blindingly hurtful pain and yelled at the top of her lungs. The birds flew off in a black sky which changed to become the room she was in, she looked around, looking for the source of the pain. Her father's arms had released some, she was loose in his arms but why? She looked down and a blood curdling scream came from her mouth, it made her father tighten his arms around her. She now felt the pain, she saw the reason for it and she felt it and she did not like it! No longer was her father ramming her with rocking force, he was close, very close to her, he wasn't rocking anymore but simply ramming hard, as hard as he could it seemed, and the pain came from when he had ducked his head low and grabbed one of her nipples in his mouth. Her father had bitten down right behind the nipple, she saw blood, her blood, form around his mouth and that got her going.

"He's biting you!" her mind screamed at her. "Forget the pain down below your beltline! Get him off of your breast! He has fangs! He can tear your nipple off of you!"

She started struggling, she felt blood spurting from her as she flung herself from one side to the other, she felt her skin tearing then she felt her father release. He brought his head up once, looked at her then ducked back down. The same pain, only this time amplified because she had seen him actually doing it. He had opened his maw wide and slammed his head down, the fangs on the top and the bottom rows of his teeth broke the skin again right behind her other nipple. She struggled more. Pulling, pushing, pulling from side to side, trying to turn around. More blood, more of her precious blood which she needed to survive on, spurted from her. It spurted from the nipple he had bitten into before and it spurted from the nipple he now had a-hold of. She felt a tear, a rip then her father pulled up. His face, just were his nostrils began to his lips to his chin and going down his neck and to his chest was consumed in her blood. He slammed her down onto her back and started pulling out then ramming in so hard that her body rocked in shivers and popped out in goosepimples. Before she could stop him he tilted his head back then slammed his head down onto her shoulder.

"E bruto! E bruto! E bruto!" she screamed out in Italian. "Smettila!"

Her father went mmhmm then dug his fangs in deeper, she shoved against him as much as she could and yanked herself to the left then yanked herself to the right, she tried to pull herself underneath of him but found his weight too much. She felt more of her blood spurt from her, more skin tearing and ripping then she saw her father pull up. He dripped fresh blood on her face as he kissed her cheek then he grabbed her other shoulder and bit down with such force that her body shuddered, he bit into her so hard and with so much force that she was forced to tighten her already death-grip on his shoulders. Her legs were useful, she was able to pull them up and get her feet underneath of him but before she could push with all of her strength to get him off of her he moved and slapped her feet down. She felt something in her break, was it her pelvis or was it something internal? Did internal organs make breaking sounds when such force, such as the force she was going through now, occurred? She struggled more, she was able to use her legs and had herself turned to the side. Her body bled, her body was torn to pieces all over from either whip lashes, candle wax or her father's sharp fangs puncturing her delicate fleshy parts, her body also hurt horribly! They, she and her father, wrestled for control for a few seconds then he had her underneath of him again. He released her shoulder but didn't pull up, instead he bit down on her neck just above her collar bone.

"Your jugular vein!" her mind screamed. "It's there! It's right there where he is!"

It was on, she struggled harder now, not caring if he severed the chord which, if severed, would spell the end of her life. Seeing as she had wrestled him to the right she tried doing the same going left. He was heavy, he was sweaty and worked up and strong but she had him almost on his back, it was a struggle though just to do that! Again they had wrestled, again he had gripped her tighter, and again he had forced her back down below himself. She reached behind her, hoping to grab something, anything, to hit him with. All her hand met was pillows, she grabbed one and flopped him hard with it until feathers flew. He still didn't release, she used both hands and whapped him with two pillows. He must have had enough because he picked her up and moved her so that she was now lying sideways, away from the foot and away from the head of the bed. He released her neck and grabbed her shoulder again, he continued his biting and his ramming and she found herself without an option of fight except hitting him and pulling and pushing herself from side to side trying to get his fangs from her body. She hadn't remained quiet through all of this, her throat felt like it was on fire now, she had screamed so loud and so thunderous that everyone outside of Master Vile's bedroom chamber could hear her and that even KurukVile, Irka and Dara Dara and Triskull heard her.

Dione followed the screaming, she was terrified of what she would find but she followed it and made sure that she was looking down. When she reached the place she wanted to be she stopped in dumb shock, her body became still but her mouth dropped so low that her tongue lolled out of it. There was her great-great granddaughter lying on a bed that looked as if it had been dipped in blood putting up as much of a fight as she could, on top of her was her half-brother and from the sight of things he was biting her. She sat on her rear then picked her feet up, with a scream she kicked them down. The ceiling tile dropped right onto the back of her half-brother, he tore his head up after it fell on him which gave her a chance to drop down and enter the situation.

He had figured it would turn out this way, Angel fighting him as soon as he entered and started his right of mating with her, but he had not figured that she would struggle as soon as he started his love bites. He had been unprepared and had grown angry as soon as she had started fighting him, and had decided to enact the Lover's Hold, which consisted of the male partner clamping his teeth deep in his female to make her lie still so she wouldn't struggle and so she wouldn't hurt herself. That had not worked and he instead decided to turn his lover's hold into a form of punishment, his mind telling him that not only was this their first mating but also another punishment for her deeds. He felt the electricity in the room, they were giving off so much electricity that he was sure that if he had a bulb it would light without being screwed into a fixture. He enjoyed the electricity, the feel and the power of which this union was giving off, he loved his daughter immensely and that was also very present in the air of his bedroom chamber. He had felt himself go several times already in the past four hours, and he had felt her go as well in such a violent fashion that had almost made him smile, surely after this first mating she would become pregnant his mind told him. She had fought, he had bitten and continued his duty, had continued feeling the power, the electricity, the feel and the love in their deed and it had gone that way for a while then something had slammed into his back with such force he had to release his hold on Angel's shoulder and looked up. He next felt something drop on him and kick him hard, so hard he flew off from his daughter and crashed into the wall hard enough to make his vision swim, a stream of semen flew along with him and splashed the wall above his head, a trail of it starting to drip down on the wall almost immediately.

"Dione..." Angel gasped. "What took you so long?"

"You okay?" Dione gently moved Angel's still held up leg to the bed and gently helped her up.

"I feel like I been hit and run over by a big truck." Angel replied.

There was a roar and a spoken word which Angel couldn't understand then her father jumped up on the bed, his male parts waggling so far down they looked funny and deformed. Dione had time enough to shove Angel to the side where she painfully fell in a clump on a black fur rug near the side of the bed before her brother leaped at her. He grabbed her and slashed his fingernails which tore at her dress and drew blood, she pulled her arm back and with a yell she drove it forward. The wrist gauntlet she had on was small and not very sharp, but it did its job. She had punched her brother in the groin, his vulnerable and unclothed groin, and as soon as the near dull and blunt ends of her wrist gauntlet hit him he went ug and doubled over, his hands clasping his fully erect root. She looked at him for a second then kicked her foot up, the tip of her maroon colored high heeled shoe with the bow on the side struck her half-brother squarely in the face and he fell back. His hand had flown from his crotch and that gave her an opportunity to slam her heel down on him down there. Master Vile yelled out in agony and grabbed himself, he rolled from side to side, yelling and cursing in their native language completely ignoring that Angel had gotten to her feet.

Dione didn't waste time after she had attacked her half-brother, she grabbed Angel and with a swing of her hand had the door blasted off of its hinges with a red energy swipe. They ran out together, when Dione felt the gauntlet on her wrist being removed she turned, expecting that her half-brother had gotten a-hold of her but instead she found Angel's fingers ripping the strap's buckles, she smiled and went back to running. Again, she felt great pride for her great-great granddaughter. After all of the abuse that she had gone through in the past twelve hours she was still putting up a fight.

"Angel! Get the fuck back here!" they heard Master Vile roar, it was much higher than a roar, it was like that of a raging volcano's roar.

Dione ran ahead, she went past several rooms and the dining room where she saw Rita and Rito, her niece and nephew, sitting and enjoying a late dinner. They jumped up as soon as they saw them and ran to the door, they got no further before Dione turned around and sent a large green energy blast at the dining room doorway, the doorway exploded and caved in, trapping the two siblings inside. They were alive, she knew that as she could hear them yelling. They ran down the hall until suddenly Dione heard an oomph sound and turned around, Angel was struggling in the arms of a brown furred Claydo who wore an imperial outfit. Another Claydo ran up and grabbed Angel's arm, between the two Angel was pulled to her feet but as soon as her feet were underneath of her she turned on her captors. She turned and kicked out at the brown furred Claydo, her kick sent him back against the wall, she next swung her elbows back and it collided with the other Claydo. This one fell to his knees, his hands cupped around his face. Angel raced after Dione, her arms held at angles acting like fans. Dione continued running as soon as Angel ran past, when a white furred goat-man ran in front of Angel, his horns lowered and readying to charge, Dione sent an electric charge which sent him flying around the corner where he struck five more goat-men and one lizard-man.

The ramp was coiled in front of them, they headed for it when they heard a sound which resembled rocks falling after the Earth shook or after the ground started sliding in an avalanche of rocks and pebbles and other debris. There was a button near the coiled ramp and Dione threw an energy bolt at it, the button went from being red to green and the hatchway opened, the ramp rolled out and they ran out with it.

"Teleport us out!" Angel yelled. "I can't run anymore! Everything hurts, Dione!"

Dione stopped and turned, she saw her father's ship and her half-brother's, Master Vile was just tearing out of his ship, a blisteringly angry mess with eyes so bright they looked like miniature suns. Dione grabbed Angel, and swung her arm. An energy blast struck her half-brother and made him stop cold, he landed in a bloodied mess near the bottom of the tongue-ramp of his ship, he twitched once then became still, his chest heaving up and down. He had grabbed a robe and thrown it on, not bothering to tie the strap around his waist. A grating sound made them turn their heads, her own father, KurukVile, ran from his ship but stopped suddenly when he saw them. He sent up a thunderous roar then charge forward, Angel's body quivered so violently she almost collapsed and would have if not for Dione having her arm around her.

She grabbed her wand and sent an energy strand at her father who dodged it. He sent his own energy strand, a white one, at her which she caught just in time with her own energy strand, which was purple. Her father had never used a wand, he was powerful and didn't need one, his energy strand and hers fired back and forth until finally it went up into the sky and exploded. Dione released Angel, who fell to the ground in a grunt, and started fighting, really fighting, her father. He sent his berage of energy attacks which she caught and returned, he sent globs of black ick at him, when one hit him sparks flew but he didn't stop fighting. He sent his fingernails out which she ducked to avoid and she returned fire by sending a green blast which made him fly three feet into the air and fall to the ground. Dione had positioned herself well, she had her legs spread and had Angel between them, she'd periodically look at her half-brother who was still lying on his side at the end of the ramp that came out of his ship. She kicked her foot up and sent a mighty wall of blue energy at her father who met it with a water wall, there was an explosion and he went sailing back against the skull portion of his ship. He got to one knee then fell down then tried again, his body was a smoldering mess of white smoke. It floated up all over his body, he was breathing and he was hurt but he was not down. Dione decided that the time was now to teleport. She leaned down and hoisted Angel up, she did this fast and Angel yelled out in pain, she wrapped an arm around Angel's shoulders then swung her other arm around them

Master Vile had just sat upright when he saw his half-sister, the half-sister who had fought against him when he had been conquering his home planet, the half-sister who had joined his other older half-sister who was younger than herself, the half-sister who he had promised to make life as miserable as he could for. He saw Dione swing her free arm around and suddenly she and Angel dissipated. He saw them leave and felt great fury rise within himself, he felt fury at his daughter-mate for escaping him and for defying him once more and he felt fury at his older half-sister for still being alive, for showing up and taking his daughter-mate from him. He threw his head back, the chords on either side of his neck standing out either almost black or a very dark yellow, and sent a raging roar which made the people of Angel Grove, who had been sleeping a somewhat soundless sleep, wake in a rush. Lieutenant Rollins and the rangers, when they heard it, knew what it meant right from the start. Angel had escaped. So happy he was, Lieutenant Charles Rollins backflipped from his bed in his hotel and poured himself a Bourbon then ran around, cackling, hooping and hollering for joy.