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Ebon Rites

-Chapter 9-

Gilded Bird

-o-O-o-

The black panther snarled at Z as he fondled her breast, weighty, delicious, and dare he say, divine. “Hmmm, I love species with this feature, it’s desirable to me,” he said as his vile gluttonous tongue, slithered out from the recesses of his maw to streak along his lips, salivating. The blue haired girl cringed.

“Eeew,” she said revolted by his disgusting gesture.

“I am the third highest seed of the Black Star. If I bare a name worth knowing, then you will now, and probably will be on your lips till the end of your days by the time I’m done with you. I want you to moan it, scream for it. Juck’Ah,” he snarled at her.

“Err jaa jaaa oh , Jack-Ass? Easy to remember I guess, I have to admit, it really suits you,” she said with a smile.

“Shut up. It’s Juck’Ah, don’t mock me. You may think you’re smart now but you will loathe it when I rape you,” he sleazily said with his filled paw continuing to enjoy her firm breast. “And, you in your entirety, are worth taking for my cause, and as a bonus, a pleasure,” he sickeningly said pressing the tip of his long, barbed penis along her vaginal lips. Z pulled at her arms with no gratification being held firm and began thrashing her hips to stop him from penetrating.

“Bastard, I’ll totally eyeball fuck you with my big toe when I boot you in the face,” she screamed. “Then tell everyone you had a small dick!”

“Well you won’t give the secret of your deflowering away as I’ll cut your tongue out before handing you to the master.” As he was about to buck his hips, Shurrrrlp.

“Huh? I so didn’t feel it, you must really have a tiny dick!” but the sound wasn’t from being penetrated. The panther's head rolled off his shoulders, his hands limply fell away from Z’s body, falling sideways.

Dumpf…

His corpse lay below Z as his crimson river poured out along the ground. The girl was released by the three holding her out of fright. Dropping to her feet, then coming down to her knees besides two corpses, the blue haired girl didn’t feel emotions the way others did, not phased by the sight of what’s happened. He had been decapitated, and his body began to evaporate into a fine mist, taken away by the breeze, unlike the Fox’s that was dealt with earlier.

It was Akari, the guy Aria had been after. He wiped his blade on the back of another occultists sleeve, before resheathing it. Notably it wasn’t the same as the other occultists design. Not even close. Something more military type, large, all-silver and brutish looking with jagged edges. A combat knife, none the less, but not any standard edition, clearly custom made.

“The Master needs her, I’m disappointed that we had such betrayal within our higher ranks. In any case, take her, I want her cleaned, dressed well, and beautified to be pleasing. Make sure she is given any amenities that she desires in order to be more desirable and do her justice. Care makes the value of this auspicious offering, the more sacred,” he said as he pushed another occult member towards Z. “If there is any others who disagree with the Master’s plan, then let it be clear, they will meet the same fate. Now cover her, she is too fine to be seen by the likes of you all.”

Z was a little angry, “Why did you kill Jackass? Not nice even if he was a real jackass,” she rebelled. “And another thing, even if you saved me, no blow jobs, I only do those for nice people and on saturdays and sundays. You may tart me up and make me even more fuck-a-licious, but I’ll take a pass. I don’t think you’re my type either, nu-uh, Sorry I have class! So I’ll be on my way! Cheer-weee-oh!” she quipped, sticking her tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry. Then, as she tuned, the large big rhino stood in her way.

Akari grinned at her boldness. “I’m not interested in you, sorry, maybe you’re just not refined enough,” he teasingly stated.

Hearing this, Z’s eyes widened, turning fast enough to address him. “Huh? What’s wrong with me?” she quizzed with a little anger, notably, not a word came from Akari. The silence only brewed volcanic sensations to boiled within her. “I’m not good enough for you huh? What you trying to say. Elitist poop stick!” She continued to prattle on as another occultist wrapped a robe similar to theirs around her naked body, before the former occultist, the goliath rhino lifted her up, slinging her over his shoulder. “And you, brute boy, I bet your penis is soooo small that it doesn't even make it to my pleasure cave!” she cried then looked over to the occultist that robed her, “And you, you’ve never even been kissed by a girl, not even your dad doing drag!”

The Rhino sighed. “Great I have to listen to her all the way back.”

Akari gave a contented half-twisted smile. “Take her with a pinch of salt, I find her rather amusing,” he commented at the rhino’s misfortune. ‘The sexiest ones are really the easiest to rile up, heh.’

-o-O-o-

The sounds of crashing waves, the shrieks and wails of one another's voices as they struggled, echoed in Aryn’s sensitive ears. The end. That’s what, that is the sound of. Aryn although quite the strong beast that he was, felt the agony of muscle cramps. ‘I can’t keep this up,’ he thought as his will faltered. It was then when he saw it. Fortune sent a glimmer of hope, despite the new vastness of the river or it’s untamed fury which thrashed him about. An area, that lay shallow, barely visible coming up. Due to the bobbing up and down in the raging current, he almost missed it, but surely, there it was. He had to take his chance. The need to save her outweighed pain, and exhaustion, urging him to defy the odds. ‘Not once have I told her, that I love her, was it my fear, maybe humility and embarrassment that she’s not feral, I don’t know. I need to do this, I have to put that right before I die.’

Devotion, the fuel in which he burned now, drove his straining lease on stamina as he paddled harder, dedicated to his untold deed. Growling, he made for the bank, choking at times, but never deterred. Finally a slight footing, just a little more was needed, and there, it happened, just enough to rake himself out. Roaring, he took it with every last bit of strength. With his head raised high, dripping as he was half out, not done yet, he clawed to get further afoot. With a turn of his head, seeing the others still adrift being and being pulled away, his pacing heart palpitated. Knowing he only would have a little longer to position before his window of opportunity fleeted his paws curled, and clenched into the mud. It was good, much thicker mixed with fragmented bedrock to anchor himself. Panting with exhaustion, unwilling to concede, he flexed those sore muscles to take on strong step at a time.

The Lynx, who was very drained, was pulled harshly, and jerked off to the side almost painfully as the line tensed. The drained girl, was sharply guided in close, now enough to the edge to help herself as a result of Aryn’s resolve. Gasping, half-choked and coughing, she spat out water, and fought, crawling further onto the river bank. Seeing the predator, he struck the chord of fear within her, knowing it was capable of devouring her. For a moment, she froze. He charged at her as she instinctively balled and let out a scream. “Eeeeeek!”

Death, pain? It wasn’t to be as she heard his growl behind her. He was going to bite the back of her neck? But once more, nothing came. Finally, building some courage, turning, she witnessed the solemn beast with his teeth sunk into the vine which held her to the next, being pulled. The misunderstood thought, passed, and the question sprouted. Was she… pulled to the bank consciously by him? Did something of such a wild nature just save her, and now it sought to do the same for others? Seeing was believing, she had to help. The others, they needed her now, and even if he were to kill her, then at least she knew her failure wouldn’t have been from a lack of trying.

Braving the situation, she took a couple more seconds to catch a second wind. Tired, scrambling to her feet, she reached for the lifeline to her other side. Her mightiest, most heaving tugs were offered as her dainty arms felt the exertion and trembled with tensity. Aria was next to come. Clarisse huffed and heaved, verging on the brink of total exhaustion, but continued. No rest would be forgiven as they maintained their struggle, arduously. The calmer waters only ankle deep, gave way to better footing than that of earlier, but by no means was this any menial task.

Moments passed, and with all they could, their unified synergy and determination saw to it, that the last of them were pulled to safety. A while passed as some sat and others laid flat out on their backs to recuperate. Chests gave fall and rise to get oxygen back into them, a couple staring blankly up, unable to move a muscle. It was then Rob forged his way to his feet. He was known from his profile to have performed great feats of strength, and now had been no exception. The others too tired to assist yet, watched the white bear, source rocks along the river, and carry them a little in land. The ‘why’ was on the lips of others and the purpose, lesser understood.

“Rob? What you do?” Aria panted, as her head rolled to the side to watch him.

“Set... eh, up... rocks....” he simplified with long pauses, and being short of breath.

“Why?” she asked but the layout became quite obvious. “Nevermind, I help,” she said, shakily climbing to her feet. They worked together as they assembled them into a circle, succeding after a short while. He ploughed himself down next to it, retrieving something from one of his dozens of pockets. A small device, which appeared to be the no larger than a grenade was placed down into the center of the rock orientation. Fascinated by other worldly technology, Aria merely observed as he tapped the top of this little machine, releasing a small penny sized button out the side. Taking it, he pressing into it, which activated that cylinder shape he’d placed, and there was fire. Unusually grey with licking flames, it’s strong nature and very warmth came as a surprise, but one that didn’t exude much light at all.

There wasn’t many words from Rob, nor the others. It seemed like they had all been through much and disheartened. What came next, was monotone, and almost robotic as the bear spoke out. “I guess we’re done for tonight, this is a thermal modular heater. There’s no smoke and the light is adjustable from the flames as a dampening field absorbs it to the required luminance. Saves the enemy spotting us. Everyone move around and stay close,” he said as he pulled out another device, looking a little speared at the end, and thumped it down, half submerging it into the ground. It began blinking. “This will pick up anything with a large vital sign coming our way, it’s like a sonar, it’s not accurate to determine numbers, but will still alert us,” he said as he moved around the fire to the ground next to Clarisse, nudging up besides her and lay back.

Aria’s panic string had suddenly been strung, gasping she looked around. “Jaffah? Where Jaffah?” she cried. Aryn was not by the fire either, he was out near the river. Aria then noticed another wasn’t with them. “Shit, girl too? Where blue girl?” she cried out.

“Crap,” Rob cried with more emotion as he was pulled out of any self pity he may have been held ransom to. He stood up looking around the river, then growled gritting his teeth before settling back down and seating himself. ‘Its too futile to do a search and rescue considering it’s too dark, and those guys are still out there. If Jaffah is alive, I’m sure he’ll track us. He’s an elite trained soldier, a specialist in survival. The things that guy has endured through... there’s no way someone like him would have died here. No… Way.... Or is my optimism blinded’ he silently thought before speaking again. “He wasn’t tied, I don’t think he had time either. But that girl, the one we went in to protect? Wasn’t Jaffah meant to be with her?” he queried.

“Yes, but I call him, other need help. I made judgement call, she is one, other are many lives.” What she said almost sounded familiar, something once said long ago. He went back for her, and she was a stranger to him, still, he saved her as no one should be left behind. Now, the tables had been turned, Aria felt she’d not done so. Not done so yet at least. There was conflict within her. Did she actually make the right call. If she hadn’t requested Jaffah’s assistance, then he could’ve gotten to Z, they’d both be here. Then again, there was no guarantee. If he wasn’t there, where she’d called him, he wouldn’t have told her to duck. Which meant she wouldn’t have been here either. But now wasn’t the time to self doubt her leadership, she needed to focus ahead.

“Hmm, you made the right call, but… Anyone else seen what happened to Jaffah or the girl?” Rob’s confirmation did make her ease up a little on herself. It seemed everyone was looking down, having no good news or even information to share. He looked at the others, all worn out. Everyone needed a pick up. “Okay dry up, we need to gather a little strength up before we move out. I have a few rations on me,” he said pulling out small sachets, which were almost like flat cardboard, seeming like nothing was in them. He began distributing them to the others. “Observe,” he said as he pulled a little cord on the side. The content within began to fill out and what was flat a moment ago expanded to what looked like almost a full meal. “Be careful, it’ll be hot now,” he said before ripping it open. Reaching in, his fingers plucked out lumps of some kind of food, not the most appealing looking, but at least it was something. “Everyone chow down, bon appétit.”

-o-O-o-

Walking with the female over his shoulder the grand rhino snorted while her voice pierced his head with mindless prattling and abusive words. His arm was wrapped around her thighs firmly to hold her in place, invariably, not a second went by that the delectable bundle of pain didn’t squirm. Despite, seeming like a little mouse in his arms being the colossus that he was, he did admit to her persistence being amicable in some ways. The the insults grew louder. ‘Oh god, for a tiny, cute, innocent thing, she really has a mouth on her,’ he grumbled in thought. His ears were aching. Z began slipping from her refusal to behave and remain still, he had to correct her before she fell off to the side, and any grazes and cuts would mean the master would have his head, quite literally. Not entertaining the risk of that happening, his large hand pressed on her ass cheek as she suddenly stopped whilst having her position corrected. As soon as his hand left, her oral motor revved up again.

“And you over there, your mom kept you in a kennel as you were super fugly, like uber even, that she was so ashamed to show her friends! She pretended you were the family pet, wuff-wuff!” Having noticed this amusing personality quirk in her behaviour, he experimented nervously to see if it was mere coincidence, or did the act have more substance. He began by just subtly letting his hand slide over it, and once more she simmered down. Then like a rocket, her mouth blasted off again. His mind began to contemplate the possibility of peace.

Z thrashed around continuing her insults as she pointed to another member that walked alongside them. “Hey you, little guy,” she cried. “You’re so small because you got squashed by an anvil when you were born, the anvil was called your mom’s fat ass! You’re so short that dad had to put a warning sign on your head to say, tripping hazard!” She focused her attention on another as the rhino brought his hand towards her sexy ass again. “Hey, lanky giraffe boy, yes you over there, your…” she became silenced again, but having determined this was definitely no mere coincidence, he discreetly groped her ass with firm, sensual motions. It was definitely shapely, desirable and great feeling. This was a nice perk of saving his ears from bleeding, and he was getting a little off from it. ‘Praise the dark gods! Finally, now there will be peace!’

-o-O-o-

Aria noticed that Z’s pet, or what she believed to be her pet was still near the river bank just watching over it. Turning to Rob, she remembered back to the disco. “He’s her pet, poor thing is just standing there waiting for his mistress to return. I would be concerned as it’s feral, and a predator, but to be honest, I don’t feel threatened by it, at least not anymore. I even feel sorrow somewhere inside for him,” she said just observing the majestic silent creature, sniffing away and not giving up on picking her scent up again.

Clarisse had her head rested against Rob’s arm as she too looked across. “He’s waiting for her, so quiet, so alone,” she said. “Back there, it was him that fought to pull me out, then when I thought he was going to attack me, he didn’t, he continued to help pull others out while I needed longer to catch my breath. He’s, he… he’s not as feral as he looks. His intelligence is very high.” ‘What if Z is a witch, and it would then explain Aryn’s abilities to act more rationally, as he’s not actually a feral animal, but a familiar,’ she contemplated for clues, but was clearly off the mark, chasing fancies with no merit.

Kieran was looking at the ground gritting his teeth. “We can’t wait until morning. This is a disaster. How could we let the virgin be captured?” he cried. The pent up frustration burst from him.

“What do you mean virgin?” Rob asked, turning to him as if a new vital piece of information presented itself. “If you know something more about what’s happening, then it’ll be better shared as we all need to be part of this solution. She is clearly going to have to be a citizen of one of our worlds, which means she’s one of our solar national citizens, thus evokes rights to be protected under us. The more we know, the better our chances of helping her now.”

Kieran nodded. “It’s like this. They are called the Black Star and are an ancient occult. They practice in the dark arts. It seems their strength has grown enough that they are able to regenerate injuries. Tonight marks a night where paranormal activities are their highest. They’ve not killed her. I didn’t see what happened but I know she’s still alive and taken back to be raped and killed at a later time tonight. They can’t do it yet so there’s still three hours remaining before that can happen.”

Aria didn’t know what he was going on about. “You tell, why? Why is this Z important to do such a thing to? Is horrible,” she scowled.

“Because their master's wish is to gain immortality. It comes from an age-old fable, one speaking of sacrificing a pure, virgin of beauty to the demon lord Gryoskiwoa. In return their master would then be granted immortality and fused with this entity. The members of the Black Star are not immortal. They just regenerate. Therefore there is some weaknesses, clearly severing their heads completely from their bodies is one method. Should he succeed, the master would also gain the ability to temporarily render those under his wings immortal for hours at a time, which means chopping their heads off wouldn’t work. It would be enough time to destroy whatever they wished,” he cried gritting his teeth.

Rob got up, pushing Clarisse off gently as he walked up to Kieran, gripping him by the collar. “You cowardly cat, why didn’t you tell us that’s how you kill them?” he roared.

“I’d just been regurgitated, do you think I was in a perfect sense of mind? I’d narrowly escaped being devoured by it!” he cried pointing at Kalokin who lay curled up in a heap, also feeling pretty down himself.

Aria didn’t want to deal with this right now. “You let go him… Now! This is order!” she sharply snapped.

Rob let go, sighing. “Sorry, I guess you would have said something if you could as they were trying to kill you too.”

Aria rested back as soon as Rob settled again. “So we have three hours to find girl, save,and kill him, but we not know about where or how? At least we know we can kill now, before he turn, yes? I no believe this is magic, he have machine, may need blood for genetic modification or something so he finish what he need, be like living bio weapon, but many other possibilities.”

“I don’t know what’s happening or even understand any of it, but are we all in agreement we need to go save her?” He asked looking around the fire. There were weak nods but the act was better said than done with such odds. “Still, we don’t know where to start and the jungle is so vast it’ll be impossible to make guess work. We’ll just have to hang around until we brain storm something more solid. Damn I feel so useless.”

Rob made his way back to sit besides Clarisse who wrapped her arms around his big bicep and snuggled once more. Aria rolled her eyes, “I leave you with prisoner, and now you make wife?” she teased, causing Clarisse to apprehensively let go with a gasp.

“Oh sorry, no, I mean yes, I mean nothing,” she said sitting up straight, as if her back was pinned to a pole. It earned a smile from the others as the morale began to slowly lift. They shared in some teasing around the fire as weak giggles came, all apart from Aryn. Further out from the camp, he observed the crashing waters. Clarisse could feel the creatures despair as she thought to add what she knew about them, hoping something may give a clue. “You see those symbols tattooed into their hands? They’re not only for show but possess a source of strength which is used like a gate to siphon dark energy through. You can also chop off their hands, which then means they can then be killed not requiring their heads cut off. I don’t know if that helps?” She added, and not that it did much, but it was good to know.

Aria wasn’t buying into this dark energy and immortality but she wasn’t fond of vulnerable girls being raped and killed either. ‘They must have a technology, and possibly an implant in their hands which allows them to regenerate. It must be it.’

-o-O-o-

Unable to help himself he removed his hand from her rear, he wanted to slide it under her robe to feel how good her bare skin really feels but as soon as his hand left, she started up again.

“You, Rhino boy, you’re like soooo fat that you…”

She was silenced almost as she started again as his hand this time slipped under the robe, teasing along her smooth thigh before taking a firm grope of her ass. “Hmmm,” he continue squeezing, massaging it. ‘She feels so good,’ he thought as he felt her chest expanding wider with each deeper breath against his shoulder. They were almost there, the base of their secondary location, where the evil act was to take place. “We’re nearly there hmm,” he said as he enjoyed what little time there was left of her bodily pleasures.

“Mmm,” Z sounded off. She certainly liked being touched.

Prominently, they arrived at their destination. Her eyes were met by other occultists as they passed, and continued on their way, prowling the outer perimeters. The grassy terrains had ended and slated paths made of finely preserved granite slabs, paved the way. Symbols were carved into some. Others had ancient art etched with primitive tools depicting various acts of worship. He continued on until he reached a giant stone circle which he had to step onto. He put her down on the ground, reluctantly letting go of her ass which had felt so pleasing to him. The giant, almost wished he had more time as he had been enjoying her, but no more. He towered over her, noticing her only coming as high as where his belly button would be.

“Mouse, you are now to, Ahhhhh!” he cried and came down on his knees, almost in tears as he gripped at his crotch.

Z had indeed kicked him where it hurt the most. “That’s for calling me a mouse,” she angrily cried.”

“Wait wait, I-I….“ he tried to speak through the excruciating, ball busting pain, reaching for her with both hands to grab her by the shoulders. In doing so, he left those delicates unprotected once more. “AHhhhhhhhh!” he yelled again.

“And that’s for being a pervert and teasing me all the way, and then not having the decency to stroke my clit or fingering me after making me wet, inconsiderate jerk,” she yelled and pulled her foot back to kick him between the legs yet again as he curled over into a ball on the floor. She was sizing him up for that right moment to do it again when someone came up behind her with a gag.

“You really have a fire in you my dear, I like that,” the voice came. It was that guy from before. The one of Aria’s species, but male and calico like. “I’m quite a nice guy, and I’ll make sure they treat you well, at least for now,” he smirked as she squirmed and thrashed against him, having been gagged again. The feline gave her a little push towards a female occultist that had appeared. “Liya, take her away, and ensure she’s cleansed of all impurities as you bathe her in the finest mineral waters and milks, her skin conditioned with the best of our exotic herbs, and dressed in the matrimonial silk attire provided. Make it so that she is made to be even more eye catching than she already is,” he demanded and turned to walk away.

“Yes great Akari, I shall see to it.” She looked at the Rhino, “Well? Get up of the floor. Grab her and bring her along, I need some muscle in case she becomes a handful. I have work to do and little time before the ritual.” The hesitant rhino nodded with his legs buckling a little but managed to just about get to his feet. Reaching for Z, he took the feisty hot headed female into his grasp once more while she floundered vigorously.

-o-O-o-

Aria felt at some unrest seeing Aryn like this. Seeking to empathise, she walked over to the lone snow leopard. “You is a gorgeous creature,” she said sitting down beside him at the bank. “Waiting for her aren’t you. Is okay, we find her.” she said softly as her hand extended, no caution needed as she had observed the way he looked at her, that he saw her as no threat. Her hand stroked along from his head slowly, whilst her fingers filtered breezily through the tufts of his silken fur. Aryn found comfort in this and as her stroke ended she brought her hand to his head to follow up with a second to which he turned his head into. She brushed it along the side of his face. “Your fur so nice, she looked after you well, must be nice girl.” Moving closer, he turning his face into hers affectionately, allowing her other arm wrapped around and embraced him. The moment of sharing his pain, and her own that she hid.

The snow leopard did feel fear, for what had become of Z. ‘Yes she was a pain, and yes I have wanted to abuse her for her tiring antics as she drives me up the tree. But for all those flaws I detest about her, I miss her equally for those things. It makes her who she is. Even if she was a few screws loose. Is it love when you miss all the bad things as much as the good? How comical it is for me, a feral creature to desire not one of my kind. She never discriminates over species, race or even sex. My girl who I saw originally only through aesthetic features had so much more depth the deeper I looked. I’d been rejected, refused, and deemed inadequate by females of my kind. No, but not her. It’s amusing, my Z, and how different she is as she didn’t care if I finished accidently as long as I was made happy. I didn’t truly appreciate the small things she did either until now. It so laughable how we met, to think I was going to make a meal of her and how easily my prey had become something so much more. Right now, I deeply desire her company, and if those robed gutless swines have done anything to hurt her, there would be no one who would be able to squelch my vengeance.’

Aria could see burning in his eyes. “You will find and we will pay back, for her and Jaffah, they took people from us.” Her hand slid along his front leg, placing her hand over his paw. “It’s okay pet, I wish I knew name,” she said.

Seeing what was happening and hearing her talk, Kalokin felt the loss of his funny female friend. He knew how much she meant to Aryn as he slithered over. “He is Aryn, noble and honorable!”

“I see, Aryn, beautiful name. From my planet, it is also used, but mean maybe different, but still suit you. Mountain of strength,” she said. “You need strength for her, she chose you good name,” Aria complimented.

Aryn could have smiled at that. ‘Her name me? Hell no, or I’d be known as Fufu pussy-lick or worse,’ he thought and somewhere inside it made him laugh. ‘That ditz, I loved the way her smooth flesh felt when she shamelessly stripped laying on top of me saying geddy-up. Furless maybe, but the warmth that came up from her body made it like no others for me. Her love behind that facade of idiocy completed me. She really had a good heart regardless of her angst at times. Granted, she also believed love to be something shared, with friends and people who she deemed to be nice, I don’t mind even it was usually with intimacy. In some ways, she was more like a dolphin whom strengthen bonds through intimacy rather than it being for sole copulation. Aryn rested his head down as he closed his eyes. I just want you to be safe,’ he breathed.

Kalokin looked at Aria, “Aryn isn’t exactly Z’s pet, he’s also good friend to me.”

“Oh? How not exactly pet?” she said as she rubbed his paw which stimulated the snow leopards excitement suddenly, but lost in the visage of Z with his eyes closed he welcomed it, forgetting who actually had his paw.

“Well he’s her boyfriend, he told me and she did too.” he said in simple terms, but not elaborating.

“What? Animal with intelligent creature, isn’t bestiality?” she asked, stunned, but not entirely revolted as much as she was curious.

“No, Aryn is intelligent, he’s very clever, and talks to Z. He’s not a simple animal running on instinct, nope not at all.”

“How is possible, if talk then okay, if not, it wrong…” she commented skeptically.

“Z has a magic?” he said, of course not familiar with the modern age.

“There no such thing, how is magic?” Aria enquired so he could humour her.

“Z can talk to any species including feral as she has some kind of ability, it’s magic, I’m sure it is, but Aryn says it’s something called technology, which must be another form of magic?” he said nodding. Aria didn’t take any heed of the whole magic, or demons even, but technology was something she could buy into.

“Interesting, how technology work, it must be advance?” she said thinking of many applications for such advanced tech.

“I don’t know,” he said and petted Aryn too, “Hey fuzzball, how does Z’s technology magic work when she speaks to you?”

“Don’t know, she just does it,” Aryn replied with a low mumble and growl.

“He said he doesn’t know,” Kalokin replied which threw Aria a bit, he could talk too?

“How you talk to Aryn?”

“Just do, it’s magic as I’m a demon,” he said, which made Aria blank and then feel fed up with hearing about what she deemed was impossible.

Rubbing his paw more, Aryn felt the stiffness as his organ throbbed while Kalokin slithered back to the group and curled up near the fire.

Kieran clenched his fists. “Poor girl, she must be in trouble. No knowing what they’re doing to her. I’ve known the Black Star to torture individuals for months. Every person to my knowledge that has been abducted or captured by them has had to endure unfathomable cruelty.

Clarisse shivered as she gripped robs bicep once more, fearfully. “I’ve studied that they cruelly subject them to horrid practices, and even at times cutting off fingers. I’m even scared thinking about what she’s going through right now. They mutilate hands feet, faces, even… genitalia. They have been known to whip to the point that the flesh is peeling of the body. But they also have other, horrific, noninvasive means or torture.”

Kieran shivered. “I bet she’s being branded, and burned with their marks all over her body, it makes me quake in my boots at the thought. In a few cases, the Black Star’s mark had been branded to-to victims delicates,” he swallowed hard. “It’s what they do to begin with in many cases where virgin sacrifices are concerned, and as long as they keep her hymen is intact, they..., so it’s definitely happening now,” he said in disgust, closing his eyes.

Clarisse looked up at Rob as her breasts pressed into him, “Please Rob, you will save her? She’s just so young, pretty and innocent, and has so much to live for yet,” she pleadingly urged him.

Rob’s paw brushed along her head. “Don’t worry, if anyone hurts an innocent, and especially if it’s a women, then I make sure they get what’s coming to them. Poor dame must be terrified in agony with sexual torture, those bastards.”

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“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!” came a shrieking scream from a holding area within the enemy encampment at the shrine. It was heard by all those who resided outside it’s walls. “Ahhhhhhhh!” it came again, it was Z’s.

Spread, with legs parted, sweating, she gazed at liya, who held a long metallic tool with a cup at the end. Contained within, red hot pellets that glowed. Smiling, Liya’s hand began to turn as those burning pellets began to fall out.

Chapter End

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My poor little Z! I’m shivering, hold me! D: Come back soon and we’ll get to the bottom of this! Make them pay! Or, whatever. Till next time! ^_^