Page 124 of Vipers and Vendettas
He ignores me as he opens the cell door. I step out, hoping that Tamadrielle has called for me. But Toramun doesn’t seem to be in a hurry.
He pulls the sack down, so he can see my bra, brushing his hands against the tops of my tits. I figure, as per his old routine, he’ll spread my legs and feel me up, but he suddenly turns me, takes me by the back of the neck, and pushes me into the wall as he fumbles with his belt.
I’m panicking instantly and already breathing hard as I start counting stones, but I try to keep my head. ‘You can’t do this,’ I say, successfully keeping the tremor out of my voice. ‘Tamadrielle will kill you if you harm me.’
‘If he even notices my come dripping down your thighs, I’ll tell him you used your succubus tricks to make me fuck you,’ he says smoothly.
Shit. He’s thought this through.
‘I’ll tell him,’ I say. ‘I’ll tell him you forced me.’
Toramun rips my panties down my legs, and I crush a whimper, trying to make the demon come out and rip this asshole’s head off. I feel something, but it’s elusive, and it doesn’t materialize.
I grit my teeth. I’m on my own.
‘Why now?’ I ask, trying to delay him. ‘All those years and you never did this. If it’s so easy to get away with it, why didn’t you do it before?’
‘My lord promised I could have you, but I see that he’ll never give you to me,’ he grunts, and I hear a zipper. ‘This is my only chance.’
I struggle in his grip, and I feel myself beginning to feed from him, but that’s all my succubus side seems capable of at the moment. Talk about leaving me high and dry.
The energy makes me gag because it’s him, but I realize that I was thinking about this all wrong. I can give the fae magick like Tamadrielle wants me for. Maybe I can take it, too. Maybe that’s what I was doing with that overseer’s conjure in the kitchens when her magick passed through me.
I keep sucking Toramun down, noticing that he’s dropped his trousers. I’m running out of time. I pull and pull, taking his power faster as I get the hang of it, and it becomes easier. It doesn’t fill me the way lust does. It feels different. I’m stealing magick from a fae … and he didn’t have all that much to begin with.
His hand falls away from me just as he’s about to do what he came down here to do, and I turn to see him teetering on his heels. He crashes to the floor, appearing to be unconscious. He’s barely breathing.
It doesn't seem sporting, but I don’t stop stealing because, firstly, I want to see what happens and, secondly, because he’s on my list, and if this was his last chance to rape me, then this is my last chance tokillhim.
I take from him until there’s no magick left inside him. The ball of light near him dims, flickers, and goes out, leaving me in the pitch black.
I didn’t think this through.
I sink to my hands and knees, shuffling to where I know he is and checking to see if he’s breathing. He’s not.
I turn out his pockets, dry-heaving when my hand inadvertently brushes his still-hard member, but I find the keys to my manacles and free myself.
Then, I find the wall and start walking, counting my steps in the dark. I reach the steps going up and count those as well. I reach the door at the top, and I open it just enough to peek through.
The dungeon cells are full of supes as usual, but the guards are only on the outer door. I stand there for a while, trying to think of some way to get through, but coming up with nothing. I’m stuck here until someone misses Toramun and comes looking for him. I sneak back down the stairs and along the passage until I get to Toramun’s body.
I drag him halfway down the passage and, cringing, I try to tuck his meat back into his clothes, but the damn thing is still hard. I gag as I push it in with all my might, and it suddenly bends in two with a sickening crunch.
I just broke a dead dude’s dick.
Shuddering in revulsion, I push it the rest of the way in, zip him up, and turn him over so that he’s on his front and his head is pointing towards my cell. I put the keys I took from him back in his pocket. With any luck, whoever finds him will just think he died of natural causes while he was on his way to get me.
I return to my cell and put the chains back on, hoping that I don’t get forgotten down here as I lock them into place.
* * *
The darkness plays tricks. Sometimes, I can see phantom lights; other times, I hear noises. But nothing comes for a long time. I try not to think about anything except Jellybean. I will her to move so I can feel those fluttering in my stomach that I’ve already become addicted to. Sometimes, she does, but then I wonder afterward if I just imagined it.
I hear the distant sound of the upper door, but I’m sure I’ve heard it on several occasions, and no one’s come. I wonder if it’s real this time. I stare at the tunnel, and I think I see a pale glow.
Then there’s an exclamation that echoes through the room and I tense only to make myself relax.
The light comes closer, and I see that I left the fucking cell open. I didn’t realize, and it’s too late to close it, so I hang my head and curl into a ball, pretending I have no idea it’s open.
