Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Deeper!” Chud demanded. “You’re going to take it all and swallow my load, you bitch! Every last fucking drop!”
As his supervisor started bobbing on his cock, he reveled in the newfound power the crystal in his hand had given him. At last he had the uppity bitch where she belonged—down on her knees, taking his load!
“And this is only the beginning,” the dark voice murmured in his ear. “You will punish them all and teach other males to punish as well. You will be the leader of a new movement—a new force in the universe to be reckoned with.”
“Do I have to keep it—The Charmer—in my hand all the time?” Chud muttered. It was hard to concentrate with Higgly bobbing on his knob, but he sensed he needed to get some answers before he could get started.
“The Charmer is like a battery—if you hold it long enough, it will charge you with charm and your new image and the effects will last for hours,” the voice told him. “But it will need time to recharge—a safe, dark place to regain its power between uses. See that you keep it safe—there is nothing else like it in this universe. And wear it close to your face—around your neck is best.”
“I’ll keep it safe—I’ll do whatever you say!” Chud panted. He wasn’t used to getting blow jobs—especially enthusiastic ones—and he was getting close to blowing his load.
“Do that,” the voice agreed. “And together we will bring this universe to its knees!”
Chud couldn’t answer. He was too busy coming and his supervisor—no, his first disciple, he decided—was busy swallowing everything he pumped down her throat.
She might be the first, but she wouldn’t be the last to swallow what he gave her, Chud promised himself. He would bring them to their knees—all the uppity females who had tried to hold him down—they were all going to be sorry.
They were all going to pay.
ONE
SEVERITH
“You have any idea what this is about?” Mia Deen, Sev’s partner for the past two years, was peering at the viewscreen of his shuttle with wide, uncertain eyes. She was nearly swallowed up in the large leather passenger side seat which was build for a Kindred warrior, not a petite Earth female.
“No, sorry.” Sev shrugged, tugging the steering yoke a little to the left to correct their course. “I don’t know any more than you do.”
“I just thought, since you’re Kindred and you’ve lived up here in the past…” She trailed off, still staring at the screen where the vast, sleek bulk of the Mother Ship was growing larger by the moment.
It was a breathtaking view and the question of why Commander Sylvan, the head of the Kindred High Council, had summoned them to a meeting aboard the huge white ship was an intriguing one. But as always, Sev found that his attention was drawn more to his partner than anything else.
Mia was tiny, even by human standards. She stood just five feet two inches and the top of her head just barely came up past Sev’s elbow. Despite her petite stature, she had a full, pleasing figure—she was definitely what the Kindred called an “Elite”—a female the Goddess had blessed with extra curves.
She also had long, wavy hair that was the color humans called “strawberry blonde.” To Sev, it looked like burnished copper with threads of pure gold running through it, though he seldom got to see it down around her shoulders. She usually wore it in a style called a “French braid” pulled tightly away from her face and braided down the back into an orderly bun pinned at the nape of her neck.
Her eyes were a pure, clear gray and she had tiny little dots of pigment the humans called “freckles” but which the Kindred called “Goddess kisses” across her pert little nose. Curving pink lips completed her face—a face that could only be called “adorable”—though Sev had never dared to say so to her.
He and Mia had been paired together as a unit in the HKR Detective Force in Tampa several years ago and one of the first things he’d learned about his partner was that she was fiercely independent and completely professional. In fact, she hadn’t even batted an eye when the Captain had first introduced him. She’d simply said,
“So you’re my new partner? Okay, big guy—try to keep up.”
Sev wasn’t used to humans not staring at him the first time they saw him—or the second or third time, for that matter. He looked so different from them, it really wasn’t surprising.
As a rare, Dae’mon Kindred, he was a muscular seven feet tall with reddish skin and glowing, golden eyes—and the two curving horns protruding from his forehead added another foot to his height. Humans seemed to think he looked like an evil deity and several times human children had burst out crying and started screaming that “The Devil” was coming after them when they saw him. He’d even seen grown human males turn pale when they first laid eyes on him.