Iohanna knelt down by Kaniem’s head. She lightly lifted her head and pulled her into her chest. Iohanna brushed the dirt off her dead friend’s face while tears fell down from her eyes. Her voice croaked as she spoke softly trying to sooth her. “Kaniem, it’s time to wake up.” Iohanna’s body started to feel as cold as ice as her sorrow grew with Kaniem’s silence.
"Ioh' it's time." The commander grabbed Iohanna’s arm pulling her away from the dead girl.
"Don't touch me, you did this to us." Iohanna yelled, trying to pry his hand off her. She clung to her friend tightly digging her heels in the ground trying to keep from leaving Kaniem's side. Her attempt to stay was futile, the commander was much stronger than she is. His hands snaked under her arms, and in one quick pull she was standing in front of him. She broke free for a moment, but he latched onto her forearm pulling her backwards, as she fought to get back to her friend. Iohanna started to scream at the commander and dug her nails into his hand trying to make him release her.
When her fingers dug into his hand, he felt it get colder. He knew she didn't know about her powers, so the probability of her being able to stop what she was doing was low. If she didn't let go, or if he couldn’t get his hand away from her touch immediately, it wouldn't be long before he would turn to ice. "Pierce, NOW!" The commander shouted, and the soldier nearby swung a club to the back of her head.
Iohanna felt the sting to the back of her head and soon she found herself swimming into the void of nothingness. Her hands latched onto the commander's clothes to hold herself up as she tried to stay awake. She still needed to wake Kaniem up, but the fight was useless, she could no longer suppress the darkness from taking over. Swooping her up in his arms the commander took her back to his tent and laid her on his cot, with Pierce following close behind him.
"Sir, may I speak freely?" Pierce asked, standing there watching him care for the young girl.
"Pierce, we grew up together, you don't need to ask me that." He stood up while speaking and motioned for his old friend to sit with him.
"What are you doing Niccolo?" Pierce’s eyes were full of concern towards his commander, as he gestured towards Iohanna.
"I don't know, it may sound crazy, but I think she might be my child." Niccolo raked his hands through his hair feeling overwhelmed from the stress of everything.
"You can't be serious, Sir. What about all our plans and preparations?" Pierce had an array of things he wanted to say and question, but he knew Niccolo's temper and would rather not risk it at the moment. "Niccolo, Sir, I know you want this child to be yours, after losing your love and all, but if she were yours then there would be some remnants of you two together. I get that you wish she was yours, but you can't let personal wishes cloud your vision and goal." Pierce carefully chose his words to put emphasis on the ultimate goal they had been after for so long.
"No, it’s not wishful thinking. Her eyes turned green Pierce, green. She also caused many people to fall over while she suffocated them. Those are blood traits of the Paratroxin’s, not her mother’s." Niccolo was patting his chest. Trying to convince Pierce and himself that it wasn't something without evidence, he had a child with the woman he loved. Niccolo glanced at his newfound daughter with sadness in his eyes.
"Niccolo." Pierce wanted to avoid telling his commander of the things they found out during the siege, but now that there was no way around it, he decided to inform him. When Niccolo looked at him for confirmation he took a deep breath in. "Niccolo, when we looked into things, we found out that it was your uncle that kidnapped your wife. Even if she shows signs of your heritage you can't be sure..."
Niccolo stood up in the middle of his friend's words and walked out of the tent, disappearing into the woods, the words that were spoken were painful, and he wouldn’t hear any more of it. His head was full of mixed emotions, but he knew Pierce would never lie to him, he was a brother to him, one that took up his ridiculous cause. Niccolo needed to clear his head, he needed to kill something, to crush it beneath his fingers. His uncle was someone he looked up to, and the news of his death was a heavy blow to him, now not only did he not die, according to Pierce, but he ran off with his wife. They had postponed their marriage by two months in the honor of his funeral and their grievances. Had he known he could be the one behind Helena's disappearance he would have found him and ripped his intestines out of his stomach and hung him with it in the middle of the street for everyone to see. When news came about his uncle's death, he knew something was off since they couldn’t find the body, but he didn’t think it could be to this extent, and he was already busy with the wedding, so he didn't look into it.
An eight-point buck stood within ten meters away of Niccolo, it paid no attention to him as it grazed on the leaves of a young tree still low enough for it to comfortably reach. The beast was peaceful and basked in the shade the trees provided from the setting sun. Looking for an outlet, Niccolo released his power in the direction of the unfortunate buck. Silently it started to slowly lay down as Niccolo walked towards it. He kept it within an inch of its life. Without killing it he played with it, torturing it, until he was satisfied. When he arrived beside the buck he glared as it glanced up to him. Niccolo felt the vulnerability in its eyes and he clenched his fist crushing the buck’s lungs. He didn't release until the last sign of life diminished before him. The pretense of innocence and pity annoyed him, why should he allow it to live? Niccolo couldn't waste the meat for his simple pleasure of killing, so he grabbed the buck and threw it over his shoulders carrying it back to the base. "You, cook it up and share it between the men." He left it there for the men to collect it. He spoke to everyone and yet no one, but he couldn't bring himself to care to know, as long as they had means to feed their bellies.
Niccolo still felt a hunger inside him and decided to try a new method to alleviate the pain and confusion, a method he had been denying himself for so long. He grabbed the cage keeper and dragged him to the slaves that were left alive after the ambush. Scanning the women, he saw a girl that had ample breasts and a round ass. "You!" He pointed at the youthful woman, the guard needed no instruction as he quickly unlocked the cage and grabbed her wrist dragging her out of the cage. Niccolo looked her up and down with a look of satisfaction but also disgust, he dragged her off with him with a simple determination.
Some of the men in the background cheered him on which only agitated him more. "Shut the hell up!" He turned his head towards the men that were making noises flashing his emerald eyes as a warning. "We leave at dawn, start packing." With the nods of his petrified men, he departed leading the slave to his tent. The men straightened their clothes as they watched him leave, feeling like they had just barely made out with their lives, pushing their luck a little too far.
Pierce was still sitting in the tent waiting for Niccolo to return. His presence reminded Niccolo of their conversation, and he felt everything he was trying to suppress rise up once more. "Get out and take the bitch with you."
Pierce wanted to say something but decided against it, he would only add fuel to the fire if he tried. He watched as his commander start to undress, he wasn't acting like himself at the moment. Niccolo never indulged in things like this, and Pierce was torn between the frightening changes he was seeing, and his hoping that maybe taking it out on the whore would be best the best option for him. Niccolo laid the slave girl next to Iohanna on the cot. Pierce had to get closer to his disheveled friend to get Iohanna out of the way, he needed to move with caution. He dreaded being close to Niccolo when he was in a mood, he was unpredictable and fearsome.
"Did you hear me?" Niccolo paused over the slave before shedding off his pants. He turned his head towards Pierce, he still had a look of disbelief on his face. "Or do you plan to watch me wet my dick?" Niccolo removed his last bit of his clothes and positioned himself at her entrance no longer waiting for his friend to listen to him. He stopped caring, if Pierce wanted a show, he would give him one.
Pierce moved quickly seeing that he would continue even if he was in the room, swooping Iohanna up in his arms he turned his back to Niccolo right before he heard a loud groan that vibrated throughout the tent sending a shiver up his spine. Without turning around, he asked, "where do I take her." The slave girl was getting louder, her screams were mixed with moans, she cried out in pain and pleasure, though he knew there was little pleasure with what Niccolo would do to her tonight.
"Get the fuck out!” Niccolo yelled, slamming his dick into the slave's cunt. He saw his friend jump at his shouting, but he had no time to cater to his fragile feelings tonight. He poured all his hatred out with every thrust. His body was numb to the pleasures all he could feel was a burning desire for revenge, an unreachable revenge he would never be able to satisfy himself with.
Pierce left with Iohanna in his arms unsure where he was supposed to take her. She was asleep and still slightly bleeding at her scalp. He needed to heal her still, she was neglected for too long. He would have to do more repairs as time passed, so he headed in the direction of his own tent where he would have privacy to be able to quickly work his magics.
"Please stop." The girl was crying as she felt parts of her swell as he forced his way inside her and moved without any remorse or care to how it felt for her.
With every tear and plead from the ungrateful woman, Niccolo felt his mood get worse. No one could tell him what to do or deny him of what he wants. He moved one of his hands and clutched it around her throat. "You're mine, I can do whatever I want." He squeezed tighter watching her face turn red as blood was no longer able to move freely through the veins. His eyes went to green and he focused on her heartbeat keeping her just above the brink of collapsing while he moved inside her. He enjoyed the balance of life and death and found a new level of intimacy involving the two. He relished in the excitement of her pain and the control he had over her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and squeezed tightly. It was a poor attempt to lessen her pain as she dug her fingernails into him. Fighting to be allowed more than the shallow breaths she was allowed to take, she longed to fill her lungs full of air.
He steadied his movements to be able to bend over and take a nipple into his mouth. He twisted his tongue around the hardened nub. Whenever she tried to talk or protest against him, he would clamp his teeth down to silence her. Looking back as the frightened girl, emotions hit him without him even realizing it, a single tear fell down his cheek as he thrusted inside her with all of his strength. His head that was filled with so much rage had also filled his heart with even more pain. He had saved himself for the day that he would find his wife again, and now that she was dead, he found no point to hold back anymore. Niccolo didn't want to enjoy this like he had hoped to with his wife, and he didn't want the bitch to enjoy it at all. He only wanted to find his release in the girl, but he couldn't keep up with himself as his anger deteriorated. The more he fucked her the more he didn't know what it was that he actually wanted.
Niccolo got off the slave girl, she was coughing trying to breath normally once again. Niccolo put a hand under her ass forcing her to flip over, he didn't want to see her face. Hovering over her ass he pushed her legs together for a tighter fit. Spitting into his hand he rubbed his cock against her entrance using his saliva to be able to slide inside her with ease. With a heavy sigh his mind focused on his lost love. The woman in front of him was no longer someone he held abhor feeling for, she became a comfort.
He used a knee to separate her legs to the outside of his. Lifting her up until her back was against his chest, he rested on his heels for support. “Put your feet flat down.” Niccolo whispered into her ear. His hands gripped her hips tightly guiding her movements. He lifted her to slide her up his cock and guided her back down. When she got the hang of her role, Niccolo snaked one hand around the front resting it gently on her throat. His other hand reached around her searching for that small nub between her legs. His tongue searched for that sweet spot on the back of her neck, gently sucking once it was found. He gently placed small bites that made the slave girl moan in pleasure. Niccolo lost himself in her body when she peaked in climax. The tightness of the girl was all he needed to release his pent-up manhood in her cervix.
Niccolo collapsed forward with her in his arms underneath him. "You will stay with me tonight." He demanded, his breathing was heavy, and his body exhausted. Niccolo used the last of his remaining energy to roll off her and drift off into sleep.
The slave girl couldn’t hold back the tears, but she feared waking the devil more. Biting the back of her hand she muffled her sobs. Her body ached, and her breasts were bruised with teeth marks all over them. She enjoyed the ending with him and was able to find her own release, but he was a scary man and he flipped sides too easily for her to want to experience that again. It was too close to underworld laying next to him.