Lost Bloodlines Ch. 08

"Someone told me something today," I said between heavy breaths. I eased myself out of the doctor's slit with agonizing slowness, and she moaned her disapproval. "Apparently, humans can form bonds with monsters." I slammed back into her, and she whined piteously. "And one way they can do that..." another thrust, but this time Isabel's eyes opened, and she looked up at me curiously as I spoke, her mouth opening in another gasp, "is through personal connection. Sex, being a good example."

"And, this bond...?" Isabel whimpered lowly, her eyes closing as her pussy fluttering around me, riding the wave of another orgasm.

"...can give humans magic." I finished. Her eyes shot open again as she looked at me in shock, and then the most intense wave of desire rolled over face. Her hands shot up to wrap around my shoulders, pulling my torso down fully on top of her.

"Please," she cried directly into my ear, nails digging into my flesh. "Please."

"I don't know if it'll work..." I cautioned against her sweat-slicked skin, pulling my hips back again.

She just shook her head against me, her voice desperate. "Just try, please." I didn't need to be told twice. At her insistence, I resumed my intense pace, hammering down into the woman, pushing her deep into the soft bed of moss. She rewarded me with a chorus of pleasure, each cry interspersed with more words, "And if...it doesn't work...ugh...then you'll have to fuck me...mmmm...again. And again...ahh...every night!"

I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. But I remembered feeling that little connection that formed between us that day in the lab, so long ago. Though I barely remembered the feeling, I searched for it desperately, each thrust mirroring my struggle to bond with this woman. I was getting frustrated, with that hanging strand nowhere to be found no matter how hard I sent that mental energy that controlled my magic after it. It had to be there somewhere!

Minutes passed, and eventually, I couldn't ignore the pressure rising in my groin. Even after my previous releases, the incredible tightness of the woman beneath me and her eager moans of pleasure drove me back over that precipice, and I released inside her. At the moment of climax, I felt something, some little familiar whisper at the edge of my consciousness, and I chased after it even as I filled Isabel with my seed. It felt more and more real in my mind, and I reached out to grab it...and it slipped away.

Letting out a cry of frustration, I came back to myself, feeling the cool layer of sweat around my body in the warm night air, the intense heat of Isabel's body against mine, and the sloppy remainder of our joining seeping between our connected thighs. We both breathed heavily, Isabel looking up at me with a blissful smile.

"Did it work?" she whispered blearily, but I had to disappoint her.

I shook my head, my sweaty hair bouncing. "I don't think so. I felt something, but I couldn't quite reach it."

To my surprise, the woman just shrugged, the ecstasy on her face not abating at all. "That's okay," she slurred, her eyelids drooping. "There's always next time. It was wonderful..." Her eyes drifted shut, and her arms relaxed from their grip around my neck. I chuckled, looking down at the exhausted doctor. New experiences indeed.

Slowly, as not to wake Isabel, I pulled myself out of her and got to my feet. I stepped to the river's edge and cleaned myself off, washing the sweat and sticky fluids from where they were beginning to dry on my skin. Satisfied that we wouldn't wake up literally glued together, I lay back down next to Isabel, throwing one leg over her own and wrapping an arm around her softly rising chest. Sighing in satisfaction, I let the gently babbling waters of the glowing river sooth me into a deep slumber, my eyes finally closing shut as lights twinkled in the branches above us.

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Faith opened her eyes in pitch darkness. Her head felt groggy and muddled, her thoughts sluggish as she tried to make sense of where she was. She lifted a hand to rub at her bleary eyes, but something stopped her, her hand not moving an inch from where it lay to her side. That struck her as odd, somehow, and she tried to lift her other hand to figure out what the problem was, but it was immobile as well. As her head started to clear, she realized she could barely move at all. Even her legs were motionless, some sort of pressure at her ankles keeping her locked down.

And, in the next shock, as a cold draft drifted across her bare skin, she found that she was naked. The pieces clicked in her mind, instinct overriding drugged confusion as she came to the conclusion that something was terribly wrong. She struggled harder at the binds, but only managed to rub her wrists and ankles raw on what she realized were metal restraints. Panic rose in her chest, and with a cracking voice called out, "Help!" She swallowed heavily, trying to clear the raspiness that kept the sound from traveling far. Again she cried, louder this time, "Help!"

And yet there was no answer. Only the darkness of the room she was in, and the background hum of some sort of ventilation system.

With deep breaths, she tried to calm herself, to think back to how the hell she could have gotten in this compromised position. Her thoughts ran through anything she could remember: Maryland, Charles, demons, the church, moving, her father, the Militia...

Her eyes widened, the last clear memory coming to her. That malicious look from her kidnapper, the familiar face of a Militiaman transforming into the horrific angular features of some sort of elf-man. And now she really did start to panic, her breath coming in quick gasps and her heart seizing as she imagined the worst possible scenarios that awaited her. Helpless, restrained and naked, in the possession of a demon...

Luckily, or perhaps more accurately, unluckily, something interrupted her imminent meltdown. With a blinking flash, bright fluorescent lights flickered on above her, and she heard the creak of a door opening. Blinking back the spots in her vision, she saw that she was in a dingy room, with cement walls darkened with mold and staining. Looking down, she was indeed strapped down to a table, rough metal cuffs locking her into place.

Interrupting her exploration, a voice coughed behind her, and she arched her head backwards, her eyes widening in terror at what she saw. Another of the demons, with skin so deeply blue it was almost purple, stood in the doorway, peering in at her with a raised brow.

"Ah, good," it said, stepping fully into the room. "You're finally awake."

"Get back!" Faith spat, shifting in her restraints as much as possible to get farther away from the monster. "Get the fuck away from me!"

The demon raised its hand placatingly, stepping around the table so that he was in a comfortable line of sight. "Relax, I'm not here to hurt you." It soothed. Faith just bared her teeth at the thing.

"What the hell am I doing here then? You kidnap me for tea and fucking crumpets?" The elf-demon actually laughed, a high and musical thing that grated at her ears.

"Not quite," it chuckled, "but your time with us does not need to be unpleasant. We just have a few questions, is all."

"Then send me a goddamn email, you disgusting filth."

The monster shook its head chidingly. "Vulluin said you might be trouble. I sincerely hope that isn't the case." Its eyes roamed up and down her naked body, and she spat at it again, but there was no lust or desire in its eyes. "Your restraints are optional; this can be a much more civil conversation if you wish."

"Go fuck yourself!"

The elf-demon sighed, shaking its head in disappointment. It moved to the edge of the room, out of Faith's line of sight, but returning with a metal chair that dragged noisily along the ground. It flipped the chair around, sitting in it backwards and looking at her intently. "Believe me, it's in your best interest to cooperate."

But she said nothing, wishing with all her might that she could either cover herself or tear this freak's eyes out. Again the demon sighed.

"Very well. I guess we'll have to get started the painful way, then." Reaching into the pocket of its coat, it withdrew some kind of bracelet that shone in the harsh light. There were runes cut into its metallic surface, but Faith had no idea what they could be. With methodical motions, the elf-demon affixed the bracelet to her upper bicep, where it clicked shut. With growing dread, Faith felt the metal humming against her skin, as if it were somehow electrical.

"I've just attached what my people call a 'ripper ring' to your arm. It's quite a curious piece of artifice, from long ago. We're not even sure how they're made anymore. But we remember how to use them." Through hate-filled eyes, Faith watched as it spoke as few syllables under its breath, and traced some sort of glowing symbol in the air with a finger. With a scream, she felt razer-sharp blades dig into the surface of her skin under the ring.

"At a thought, I can send those blades spinning down the entire length of your arm, flaying the skin from your body as quickly or slowly as I wish. I have been told it is one of the most excruciating forms of torture invented by the Dökkálfar." The elf-demon spoke casually, as if discussing the weather over a cup of coffee, and not threatening horrible violence.

The hatred and disgust inside Faith twisted into abject fear, and she shook her arm as much as she could to try to dislodge the thing attached to her. It was no use, however. The elf-demon tsked in disapproval, and Faith screamed in terror as she felt the metal teeth dig in just a little tighter, blood beginning to seep around the edges of the tightly-bound ring.

"Stop!" she cried. "Please stop! What do you want? Why are you doing this!?"

"All in good time, my dear. I just need you to understand the stakes, since you've been so deeply rude to me today."

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "I'll do anything, just please, please take it off!"

It smiled beatifically, leaning forward over the back of the chair. "That's better. Your apology is accepted." The blades withdrew from her skin, and Faith sagged in relief, her heart pounding terribly in her chest.

"Now," it spoke again, standing up abruptly. Within the glittering darkness of the demon's eyes, a dark curiosity lurked, and Faith flinched away from its probing gaze.

"Tell me everything you know about the human, Charles Finch."

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