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He straightens back up and I see that his cock is already hard and dripping pre-cum.
Oh no no no no.
This can’t be happening.
Then he picks the knife back up.
I hear a little whimper of fear from Faylen.
Lord Varik’s look turns dark, and he glares at Faylen. “Shut up, you disgusting whore. You’ve always been too weak.”
He walks to her, and then lightly runs the tip of the knife down the side of her throat and then down her breastbone and stops in between her breasts. He’s pressing it just hard enough draw a small drop of blood. Faylen is visibly trembling, she is so afraid. “I should have gotten rid of you ages ago. You never were any fun.”
Suddenly I hear myself say, “Leave her alone.”
He turns his dark gaze on me. “Would you rather I pay attention to you then?” And he walks over to me.
He’s standing so close, that I can feel his cock brush up against me. I put on my bravest face and say, “Leave us alone.”
He laughs smugly, then mockingly says, “I should leave you alone, should I?” His eyes are dancing with amusement at himself. Then he grabs a handful of my hair. He snarls in my face, “I think not.”
I screech as he begins dragging me toward the bed by my hair. He roughly shoves me face first into the mattress so that I am bent over the side of the bed. I scream as he presses his body hard against me. While still gripping a handful of my hair, he reaches around with the other hand and holds the knife to my throat. I go completely still asterror fills me. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against my backside as he says, “I think I should get to enjoy my new toy at least once.” He lets go of my hair, and I let out a sob as he fumbles with my skirts with one hand.
Just then I hear a feral roar coming from outside the window beside the bed. Something explodes through the window, and I scream as shards of glass shower down onto me.
I look up and Wold is crouched just beyond the foot of the bed, snarling at Lord Varik.
Chapter 30
Ifillwithhopethe moment I see Wold.
He snarls at Lord Varik as he crouches before us.
Lord Varik shifts to stand up, but is still pressed against me as he laughs and looks at Wold. “You must be Mother’s first monster. No wonder she got rid of you. I never understood her fascination with Guardians. You are just disgusting beasts.”
Wold just snarls again at him.
Lord Varik dismissively waves a hand at Wold and says, “Guards, kill him.”
Osonia screams, “No!” But Haemir raises his sword and runs at Wold. Wold throws him against the wall and Haemir crumples to the floor, unconscious. Osonia sobs quietly behind me.
The other guards run at Wold, but he leaps through the air and slams another one into the wall. His hair vines whip out, wrap around the neck of the other guard, and fling him aside as well.
I watch in horror as Lord Varik begins melting and moving gold along the walls and floor to trap Wold. I suddenly realize that this whole estate is a giant weapon for Lord Varik. It’s all covered in gold. Wold must realize it too because he moves faster as he leaps from wall to wall, using his claws just like he does in the trees. Wold is fast, but I notice as he leaps that one of his feet is starting to turn gold. Lord Varik must have gotten him, but it doesn’t seem to slow Wold down.
Wold makes a final leap towards us, and grabs Lord Varik by the throat as he lands. He yanks Lord Varik away from me, and I roll off the bed. Lord Varik screams as Wold slams him against the closet door. Then his scream is broken off when Wold squeezes his throat and digs his claws in. Blood runs in little trails down Lord Varik’s chest from his throat. Lord Varik tries to raise the knife against Wold, but Wold swats it out of his hand. Gold is beginning to climb up Wolds legs and tail. His feet are already covered in it, and it’s working its way up to his knees.
Wold snarls in Lord Varik’s face and says, “I think it is time for our mother’s house to die.” He squeezes LordVarik’s throat tighter, digging his claws in deeper. Lord Varik’s eyes are wide and budging as he tries desperately to gasp for air. He grabs Wold’s arm trying to break his grip, but he isn’t strong enough. He does manage to leave behind a handprint-sized smudge of gold on Wold’s arm. Then Wold stabs the claws of his other hand into Lord Varik’s lower stomach and slices them up to his ribcage, eviscerating him. Blood pours from the wounds as Lord Varik’s organs begin sliding out of the slices. Wold lets go of Lord Varik’s throat, and blood begins pouring out as Wold’s claws slide out of the wounds they made. Lord Varik crumples to the floor and makes a little gurgling noise before he finally goes still.
Everything is quiet for just a moment, then I begin to see the gold melt off of Wold’s legs and arm. I feel it melting off of my hands too. I look at Osonia and Faylen. It’s melting off of their hands and feet as well. But something is different. I can see the gold running off of them, but their skin looks like it’s stained gold. I look at my own hands, and even though they are no longer bound, they are stained gold and feel tingly and numb.
Osonia pushes past me and stumbles to Haemir’s side. She says his name over and over again as she tries to wake him. After a few moments, he groans and opens his eyes. When he sees Osonia, he croaks out her name. “I couldn’tfight it. I’m so sorry, Osonia.” She bursts into tears again, and buries herself in his chest.
I gasp and realize that I’ve been holding my breath. Then I run to Wold and fling myself into his arms. Blood smears all over my arms and dress, but I don’t care. I begin sobbing as he holds me.
A loud commotion comes behind us. In the doorway stands a massive Guardian wearing an apron and wielding a huge, long-handled meat cleaver as if he’s ready to go to battle. He must be the cook. He’s covered in mostly white fur with dark leopard-like spots. His features are mostly cat-like, and he has a long fluffy tail. But he also has tall, proud horns that stick straight up from his head and curve only slightly towards the back.
He's breathing heavily as he surveys the room, then his eyes lock on Faylen. “Faylen, are you well?” She has tears streaming down her face, and I see her shake her head before a half dozen guards run up behind the cook. All of them are Elven, and are all different gemstone shades.
