A/N: Warnings this chapter for: torture, violence, blood, prostitution, genital piercings, non-con, sexual coercion, psychological manipulation, voyeurism, electroshock therapy, and INCEST. Please read at your own risk! XOXOX

Chapter 32

Early in the hours of the morning, Bloom was summoned to the dungeon.

Her most loyal soldiers had promised a breakthrough in the interrogation of the prisoners, and Bloom was eager to see what torment their deviant minds had concocted. Without access to Alfea's portals, she and her succubus army were stuck on Magix, a place that was chafing against Bloom's senses. She hated this planet and all it represented, memories of her old, weak life cropping up and ruining her glorious new one.

Bloom was hopeful that her soldiers had managed to crack the technology fairy, but alas she was disappointed when she saw the prisoner was not pink of hair and fair of skin, but instead dark of both.

"What is this?" she snarled, annoyed to be pulled from her mate for this useless bitch.

They had the bitch spread eagle and tied to a table, her limbs chained taut to each side. Her nipples had been pierced with copper hoops. Clamps attached to these hoops, which led to cables, which led to a small battery that an incubus Inquisitor controlled. The Inquisitor turned the dial of this battery just a notch, sending a current of electricity through the clamps. Bloom could feel the jolt as if it were her own body that were electrocuted, the smell of sex and suffering mixing in a harmonious cocktail.

Another copper hoop pierced straight through the bitch's clit. Judging by the amount of fluid and blood puddling under her legs and crusting over her thighs, the bitch's cunt had already been subject to this particular torture.

"We will pierce the lovers next," the Inquisitor said, turning the battery off. "Now that we know the method is effective, it can be deployed in a whole manner of ways."

"She talked?"

"She knows nothing of value, but gave up a few secrets of the catacombs on Tides. Perhaps when we have left this world we may conquer it next."

All eyes were on Bloom, eager and hungry. So, it wasn't just she who wanted to leave. It was her people. Of course they would be unhappy here. There were only so many soldier slaves to feast on, and the weather was dreary and grey. They craved something hotter, something darker. Tides may be a wet planet, but it was a change of scenery. Succubi were not meant to linger in places nor people.

"Pierce the songbird, not the traitor," Bloom instructed. "Once it's done, expedite the healing process and take them to my chambers along with the battery."

She wanted to conduct this method of interrogation herself.

"It will be done, My Queen."

The Inquisitor bowed deeply and Bloom made her leave. This was promising news indeed. If a method of torture could get the bitch of Tides of all people to talk, then there was hope she could crack the technology fairy yet. Still, there was a sliver of disappointment that Bloom would no longer need to fuck the songbird in order to get what she wanted. For all her struggle, the girl was a good lay and had a tight cunt. Bloom had picked a fine vessel for her heir.

"My Queen!"

It was Azazel who called her attention.

Bloom was still furious with him for his insubordination. She had not yet thought of a proper punishment, nor had she called him to her bed in quite some time, and he was gaunt with starvation. He took his vow of chastity seriously, refusing to lie with the slave Bloom had so graciously provided. Served him right to be so weak and sickly. She felt no pity as he approached with hollowed out cheeks and dark eyes.

"Speak," she commanded, her tone clipped and short. She had no time for his games.

"I thought you should know, I intercepted this message." He handed over a scroll written in messy hand, the ink splashed and edges torn. "Quite scandalous, yes?"

Bloom's stomach dropped, tying itself into knots. She knew this hand, she knew this signature. She also knew what this request was for and what it meant, what it could mean for the Succubi as a whole. Betrayal was not big enough a word.

She balled her fists, crushing the letter as she asked, "How did you come across this?"

"The messenger may or may not have tried to challenge me," Azazel said, puffing out his chest. "When I slit his throat I thought to take his secrets for my own."

"What do you have worth challenging?" she muttered, not quite believing him. There was still a chance this was all a fabrication meant to tear her family apart. Perhaps Azazel was petty enough to try such a thing. He did murder his own sire, after all.

"I have power and a spot on your court. Any succubus would kill for such an honor," he said breezily, licking at his fangs. They dug into his lip, drawing blood he could not afford to lose. He was so hungry. He was a fool. "Believe me or not, there is one way to find out for certain."

Yes, there was. Bloom disliked that option, but confrontation seemed to be the only path to clarity.

She glared at Azazel and turned her back on him. She could feel his smug grin, relishing the fact that he had gotten under her skin. It was a loathsome feeling, one she hoped to wipe off his face. Permanently.

.o.O.o.

Bloom heard her sire before she saw him.

It was not customary to knock before entering a room; succubi cared little for modesty. However, Bloom wished she had implemented that particular human custom before barging into her sire's private chambers. What she saw she could never unsee, not even with a spell.

Wrathis knelt on all fours atop the bed, gripping the sheets as he was fucked mercilessly from behind.

The smell of sex, the sound of flesh grinding on flesh assaulted Bloom's senses. She could hardly think through the haze of sex. Through the desire, the taste of salt and perspiration and semen thick in the air. It twisted Bloom's stomach into knots, made her growl with hunger.

"Do you have time to talk?"

Four eyes narrowed to Bloom, yet they did not stop.

Shame and embarrassment filled Bloom for the first time in a year. Those feelings were inevitable when stumbling upon one's sire in bed with another. It felt wrong, somehow, to invade her sire's privacy in such a way during such an intimate moment.

There was another feeling as well. A feeling between her legs that set her body on fire and had her cunt tingling. A feeling akin to wanting, the pheromones her sire pumped into the air tickling her nose and caressing her libido. Just the taste of him was...divine.

It made Bloom's discomfort soar even higher.

Wrathis expressed no such concerns.

He came with a loud cry, cumming on himself and the bed, his partner close behind. They were feral, grunting and grabbing at each other as they finished, clinging to each other's sweat-slicked skin. There were bruises on Wrathis' thighs and claw marks across his partner's neck. They were ruined.

Finished, his partner pulled their flaccid cock from Wrathis' body and rolled off the bed. Wrathis dragged the man into a smoldering kiss, open-mouthed and filthy. This partner was not an incubus, but one of the Eraklyan guards held prisoner. Bloom was surprised to see the man off-leash and so free to wander Wrathis' quarters.

Wrathis, on the other hand, had no problem letting the man go, leaving he and Bloom alone.

"What have I told you about staring?" Wrathis asked Bloom, bored.

"To only stare with intent," Bloom replied automatically, still looking after the guard. "My apologies, I am simply trying to figure out yours."

"There is no need to worry about that," Wrathis replied loftily, unbothered as he stretched on his bed. The sheets were ruined, slick with his release and the release of his lover. It was a heady, yet forbidden scent that Bloom felt conflicted in savoring. "I have him seduced. The poor creature couldn't disobey me even if he wanted."

That did little to soothe Bloom's nerves. If her own sire was running around seducing and subjecting whomever he pleased, there was no telling where he would draw the line, and that made him dangerous. Of course, he had always been a dangerous creature, but never to Bloom. Not until now.

"Would it please you to have him killed?" Wrathis asked, as if such things meant nothing. And perhaps they did not. "I can call him back and slit his throat in front of you. Someone could collect the blood for your bath."

There was no time for baths nor pleasantries. Not with the words of the letter ingrained in her mind.

"You did not tell me that you were one of the warriors interested in fucking Stella."

The accusation echoed through the room. Wrathis said nothing.

"Do you deny it?" Bloom pressed, stepping in closer so she could see her sire's face. "Do you deny writing a letter to the Generals asking for permission to reserve Stella's services?"

"No, I do not deny it. Does it bother you?" Wrathis asked meanly, curious but also annoyed at being questioned. "You are happily mated and desire no others. Why should you care what creatures your sire fucks?"

"It does not bother me." Bloom was a liar, and Wrathis didn't have to smell the jealousy on her to know. It wasn't a covetous type of jealousy, more like the kind of jealousy that had Bloom feeling territorial over what was hers. If there was any creature demanding more of her sire's time and attention, she wanted to know so she could root the problem out. "However, I wonder why you were not honest about your intentions."

"Perhaps I am embarrassed about about my curiosities."

"A succubus does not feel embarrassment about their proclivities. You taught me that." Secretive, yes. Embarrassed, never. Wrathis did not know embarrassment. The emotion was foreign to his being, which was why it was so damning he would bring it up now. "There are ulterior motives at work here. You will tell me what you are planning at once."

Wrathis let out a long sigh, as if the whole conversation put him out. He gave Bloom a withering stare. For the first time, she felt like a child who had meddled in her sire's affairs. It was not a pleasant feeling. She'd had too may of those today.

"I require Stella's services as a vessel."

"A vessel?"

"She is of royal blood and remains pure of heart even if she is not pure of body."

"Why would you require a vessel?"

"I have given much thought to the issue of an heir and have come up with an alternate solution."

Bloom saw red. Her outrage outweighed her sense.

"Your solution is to create my rival?" she bellowed, the demand for Wrathis's blood overwhelming. Such a creation would be not only a betrayal to her, but to the memory of Abaddon, his beloved mate. How could he move on so quickly? How could he do this to them both?

"My solution is to create your child," Wrathis snapped back, silencing her with the boom of his voice. He had never spoken to her like this before. It unsettled and stirred something within Bloom that forced her to calm, to obey. When her rage subsided, Wrathis continued. "Did you know that Abaddon and I weren't just lovers and mates? We shared the same sire."

"You can't possibly be suggesting - "

"This is why I did not wish to tell you. Despite your great progress, you still cling to such...human views of sexual morality." The word human was always a nasty one, his face screwing up in displeasure. "This may disgust the human in you, daughter mine, but such things are common practice amongst the succubi, especially in higher circles to keep the bloodlines pure."

Bloom's head swum with too much forbidden knowledge. She didn't know whether to feel outrage or disgust, betrayal or lust. She wanted to run. Her body was frozen in shock. Everything was so confusing, her mind spinning in circles. Wrathis picked up on that confusion and used it to his advantage.

"You let Azazel come inside you. I can smell his release on you, collected from Lilith only knows where," he snarled, cornering Bloom as a hunter did their prey. She had nowhere to run, pinned against the stone of the wall and the stone of his chest. Her heart beat quickly as he closed in, the heat of his skin flushing her own. He leaned in and sniffed her throat, his voice rumbling. "Perhaps he was hopeful you would use your phallus and fuck that seed into another one of your toys you keep imprisoned down below, or perhaps even your mate."

It was an outrageous accusation. Bloom would have slapped him for his insubordination, but her hands were trapped against the steel bands of Wrathis's abs. They moved with every deep, heaving breath. Wrathis was as affected by her scent as she was his. The taboo-ness of it all only made Bloom's heart rate spike higher, her arousal confused but ever-growing.

She didn't want him to stop. He should have, but she wouldn't do anything. She let him move her, let him crowd into her space and back her onto the bed. The bed that was still warmed from the body of his slave. The slave that had fucked him and made him cum on these very sheets. Bloom could see the wet spot, could smell it, and yet that only drew her in further.

"I would take that honor from him," Wrathis growled, moving Bloom until she was leaning back on the bed and he was towering over her, a heavy presence above her. She was caught in his web, hypnotized by his voice and body. She let him move her, let him press her to the mattress and move himself between her legs. "I would take this soldier's seed and let my body mark it as my own. I would place that seed inside of you and mix our essences as one. I would plant that essence inside your friend and watch her belly swell with our child. Then, I would return to this bed, spread your legs, and fuck you just for the pleasure of it."

A thrill shot down her spine as Wrathis removed his golden belt, exposing himself and all his glory to her. He was beautifully crafted, a testament to Lilith and the old gods. No wonder Abaddon could not keep her eyes and hands off of him.

Sickness turned Bloom's stomach as she thought about her mother and sire in this same position. It felt wrong, the morality of it all niggling in the back of her mind, but she made effort to shove that away. That was the human in her, the fairy. Not the succubus. And this was what a true succubus of her standing did.

Wrathis stroked himself as he pushed her jeweled belt aside, rubbing himself across her cunt.

"Daughter mine, you have a phallus, but you are succubus first. Not incubus. You were created to be fucked, to open yourself to pleasure and let it inside you."

Bloom's thighs trembled as he held them open, fucking into her deeply, slowly, sensually.

"There are so many things I could teach you, so many things I want you to learn about our kind, about our family," he sighed, settling himself the hilt, only moving once he locked eyes with Bloom and got the approval he needed. "When Abaddon and I were but kits, we would spend all our days fucking. Our sire tried to separate us, but we always found a way. She was the only one who could make my cock stir, make my body come alive with arousal. So, so beautiful. And fierce. Now here you are, so much like your mother..."

Bloom gasped as he hit a spot inside her that had her seeing white. He nudged it over and over again, making her legs shiver and quake. Her claws fisted the sheets as her body moved in time with his thrusts, desperate to chase the pleasure.

"I cannot be your mate. No, that part of me died with Abaddon. But I would have you carnally," he said, thrusting deep and hard, making Bloom cry out his name. And what a filthy, forbidden, perfect feeling that was. "My cock stirs at the sight of you. My blood sings when you are near. With anger at your irrationality. With irritation at your youth. With desire at your fearlessness. I would take you as my bedfellow, as my lover, as my mistress. I would see you laid upon my sheets, fucked morning noon and night as the queen you are."

"Yes," Bloom gasped, desperate for more. "Yes to all of it." She squirmed on his cock, her claws sinking into the meat of his thighs and pulling him closer. "Fuck me and make our heir."

Her songbird: forgotten. Her mate: inconsequential. All that mattered was here and now and the baby she could create with her sire.

That child would be powerful. Strong. Fully succubi in every way that mattered, not created from a hate fuck and revenge. A child born of the purest blood and strongest power.

Wrathis came with a mighty roar, and Bloom felt the seed flush hot inside her. It burned its way through her barren womb, mixing its way into her cells until it became just as much her as it was Wrathis, their genetics overwriting whatever was there before.

"How long do I need to wait for it to be done?" she asked, her breath a gasp.

"It helps if you orgasm, preferably more than once," he said, rubbing her clit in teasing circles. "Nothing encourages succubus reproduction like pleasure."

That wouldn't be hard. Wrathis played her body like a fine instrument, plucking all the right strings and stroking all the right places. Bloom was a shivering, quaking mess by the time she came the first time, sobbing and shaking through her pleasure.

Wrathis pinched a nipple and drew it into his mouth as he continued to stroke her. He never pulled out either; his cock remained hard and hot inside her, bumping against the spot that made her whole world fade to white. She gasped little hiccuping moans as he made short thrusts against that spot.

Bloom came three more times just like that, the bed soaked with her cum as well as his. The scent of them was overpowering, the pheromones saturated into the walls and the bed and their skin. It was all Bloom could sense: Wrathis, Wrathis, Wrathis.

No one had ever fucked her like this. Not Azazel, not Sky, not even her own mate. It was maddening and terrible and wonderful all at once.

The fifth time Bloom came, Wrathis came with her. Or, at least it felt like it. There was another warm rush, but this was different. Instead of spilling more cum, it felt like a vacuum was sucking up whatever was inside.

Then it hit her.

Wrathis's cock was sucking up the cum. They had mixed their essences enough. It was ready.

When he pulled out, his cock was flaccid. There was no sign of what he had done. Bloom's cunt was sore and puffy. She winced as she sat up on her elbows. It would hurt to walk for a while, but in the best way.

"When will you do it?" she asked.

"Tonight," Wrathis replied, getting up and going to his vanity to wipe himself off. "The General is bringing Stella over after the dinner banquet. I plan on making the most of our time."

"Of course," Bloom replied, still dazed and sore and a bit behind on how this happened. She felt as though she'd been manipulated or played, but she couldn't figure out how. Only time would tell. "You'll let me know when it's finished."

"Of course," Wrathis mimicked, walking over with the damp rag he'd used to clean himself and gently running it over Bloom's sore cunt, cleaning her too. He smiled at her, indulgent and proud. "By this time tomorrow night, we shall have an heir."

Bloom smiled back, but it was hollow. She should have felt pride, but she felt empty.

It was only after Wrathis left the room and his pheromones dissipated that Bloom felt herself return to her body. The anger that she had felt before came back strong. All of her emotions were raw, less dulled.

Then it clicked.

Wrathis had seduced her as a succubus did a human.

Bloom didn't even think that were possible, but there she was, just enough of her former self to be properly seduced and fucked like any other fairy prisoner she kept down below. Wrathis had taken what he had wanted from her with pretty words and promises. He'd gotten her to betray her mate, her heir already growing in the songbird's womb.

He'd gotten everything he'd wanted, just like he'd warned.