Page 31 of Murgul
“I am what is called ‘WarWrath’, it is regarded as either a blessing or an affliction, but most often both. The knowledge I possess is via genetic memories from the DNA the Aynar spliced into Murgul, not anything we have learned firsthand. On Atraxia, the WarWrath is something the gods bestow upon warriors they believe are worthy of bearing such a burden, because it takes a special being to be able to cope with a second consciousness residing within one’s mind. As for the physical changes, my presence in the forefront of Murgul’s mind alters his body,”
Pausing for a tic, I wait for her to absorb everything I have explained.
When she eventually nods her understanding and gestures at me to keep going, I start talking again.
“In essence, I am the larger, fiercer, less scrupulous version of Murgul. I do not tire. I do not worry about pesky things like morals. I will kill, maim, pillage, and destroy anything that threatens Murgul, and most importantly, you. Murgul is not the only one who covets you, little Starshine. I am just as much mated to you as Murgul is. That fool and I have been battling over whether I should have any access to you since you ran into him and started the mate bond. Unfortunately for Murgul, he lost focus on the Korgon ship, and now here we are.”
Ogling her, I let my eyes linger over her delicious form from head to toe and back again. Tasting the air, I investigate how she is processing what I have just divulged. To my surprise, she does not scent of fear. A little apprehension, perhaps, but the acrid scent of terror is not present. An evil grin creeps across my face at my discovery.
Falling silent, I watch as she finishes cleaning up the theroquine before wrapping it in a cloth and turning to leave the cleansing room. Twisted creature that I am, I refuse to move out of the way, smirking as she slips past me so that her soft form is forced to brush against the length of my body. Once she is through the door, I silently follow her into the main room, watching as she makes a nest on the floor next to her side of the sleeping platform for the theroquine. She pulls a cushion off the divan and pads it with soft cloths. Prowling over, I hand her theplate of meat, preening internally when she does not hesitate to take it from me.
“You like our gift?”
Pausing for a tic, she fusses with the nest and settles the theroquine within its comforting confines before grudgingly replying. “I’ve never had a pet before, but I’ve always wanted one. You said it was a female?”
This time, I do not keep my elation to myself.
“Yes, it is a female theroquine. I told the fool that you would adore what we brought you!”
GWENDOLYN
Hiding my smile, I gaze down at the newly clean beasty as she gently takes tiny pieces of meat from my hand, being careful not to cut me with her razor-sharp teeth. Since it’s been established that the little creature is a she, I need to name her. Pondering what to call something that looks like a velociraptor had a freaky love child with an appaloosa horse, I also contemplate the unhinged being lurking behind me. It’s clear that Vrog has no notion of social interaction, and considering what he told me in the bathroom, he doesn’t care to.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Murgul wanted to protect me from the insane asylum escapee that is Vrog.That realization doesn’t make me any less pissed off at him for omitting information for the second time in the last two days, but I understand why he did it.
Suddenly, I have a thought and can’t help but voice it out loud. “Are you the reason Murgul isn’t experiencing any negative side effects from us not sealing the bond?”
“What a clever female. Why, yes, I am the reason, though Murgul is not aware of it. If his body weakens, I weaken. Which is something unacceptable to me, so I have been using my ragefyre to burn the sickness from his body before it can fully manifest.”
Vrog’s gloating is almost… cute. He really is the polar opposite of Murgul in every way. Where Murgul is humble, Vrog is boastful. Looking down at myself, I grimace when I realize my clothes are filthy from carrying my little beasty. Standing, I almost bump into Vrog since he crept closer when I was distracted with my… puppy.
“I’m filthy and need to take a shower. Are you going to be here when I get done, or is Murgul?”
“The fool has had ample time with you. It is my turn now.”
Vrog’s scheming tone and innuendo in his words bring me to a halt in front of the bathroom. Nerves flutter low in my belly.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“Never… not unless you ask me to.”
Ignoring Vrog’s suggestive tone, I nod at him before closing the bathroom door behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
VROG
I am nearly salivatingat the thought of my precious one nude on the other side of the cleansing room door. Murgul has been selfish with our mate and has not allowed me to get to know her, let alone pleasure her. It is downright offensive that I have not tasted any portion of her mouthwatering, luscious body, and it is something I fully intend on correcting during the sleep cycle.
Undulating my tongue, I feel the swollen glands full of mating venom that I fully intend to use on our little Starshine. I will not seal the mate bond, as that is not something she is ready for, but she will sate at least part of my hunger. The fact that my bite will seal the Atraxian mate bond is neither here nor there; it was bound to happen sooner or later, and my preference is for sooner. Fortune favors the bold, and I am nothing if not bold.
Murgul, in his pious need to protect Gwendolyn, has not even allowed her to look upon our body without some sort of garment covering our lower half.
Idiocy.
The female told us that she pleasured herself to stories about males that look more similar to us than a human man. It would stand to reason that she would appreciate our body, ratherthan abhorring it. Shaking my head at his short-sightedness, I check on the theroquine and am gratified to see that it is sound asleep before striding into the room Gwendolyn calls thecloset, discarding my clothing.
Grinning excitedly, I allow my painfully hard members to extrude and saunter out of theclosetjust as I hear my little Starshine exiting the cleansing room. The tic she sees my fully nude form, her jaw drops, and she just stares. Preening, I inhale, making my chest swell so I am all the more impressive for her to gaze upon, before reaching down to languorously pump my hard flesh.