Voices whispered around me. Thousands of them. They were barely there at first—only the briefest of whispers. So quiet that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Over time, though, they rose.

Getting louder and louder. Until I could finally hear their whispers. Utho lava, utho lava, utho lava... They were whispering those words again and again. Like a chant.

A chant that was calling to me. Why was it calling for me? Better yet, who am I? Why was I hearing those chants in the first place? What even were those chants?

Are they my name? Or are they what I am? What am I? Where am I? Nothing came to my mind.

It’s like I never existed before I heard those chants. The chants became louder and louder. Just rising and rising. Until the chants just cut off. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself in darkness.

I shifted, trying to move. However, every shift sent a wave of exhaustion through me. Though I had nothing on top of me. Something was weighing me down. I let myself lie there since I could not move, anyway.

Instead, I focused on figuring out what I could do. I opened my mouth. Trying to speak. Only a barely-there whisper left my lips. It didn’t hurt when I tried to speak.

But even when I tried again. Still nothing. Just the same, barely there whisper. Next, I glanced around. I wasn’t sure whether I was blind or if darkness filled the place I was in.

My eyes soon adjusted, though, and what I saw. Would have made me scream if I could have made a sound. Bodies surrounded the place where I lie. Blood covered the floor and their bodies. I once again tried to stand.

I couldn’t move even an inch before the wave of exhaustion flowed over me. Before I could try for a third time. I heard two pairs of footsteps approaching.

“What the hell happened here?” A quiet voice whispered.

It was like he didn’t want to wake the dead. Though I’m not sure that is possible. Small circles of light flashed over the bodies. Giving my eyes a lot more details that I wished I didn’t see.

“It seems to be some type of ritual.” This man’s voice sent a shiver through my body.

Soon enough, those small circles of light shone on me. Shining right into my eyes, blinding me.

“Oh shit, she’s naked.” The other voice stated.

I couldn’t help the blush that tinted my cheeks at his words. I hadn’t realized before he said anything.

One of them crouched next to me, and our eyes met. “She’s not just naked; she’s alive. Go and tell the chief we’ll need an ambulance.”

“What, but she’s covered in so much blood-”

“Go and call the chief.” The man growled, interrupting him.

The other man. Deciding he would not argue, bolted away. I focused back on the other man. He had short, curly black hair and purple eyes that seemed to glow. His lips were full and kissable.

He reached for me. Maybe wanting to help me off the ground. However, when he touched me, a burst of heat went through. Surging from the place he touched me. My body arched up, a cry of pleasure slipping from my once quiet lips.

He jerked his hand away. It was too late, though, because the same pleasure I felt glowed in his eyes. My whole body throbbed from that pleasure. Especially the heat throbbing between my thighs.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” The man snarled.

Grabbing onto my arm so hard that it should have been painful. It wasn’t, though. Instead, his touch sent another surge of heat through me. I bit back another cry as I shook my head. Trying to tell him I wasn’t the one who did this.

His eyes were no longer on my eyes, though. Instead, they followed the circle of light down my body. It traced my curves, allowing him to see things. That the dark wouldn’t. His gaze heated me almost as much as his touch.

He closed his eyes, probably trying to gain some sense of control back. I had no control, though. His hand was still sending heat into my body. Making my whole body needy and sensitive.

“Please,” I begged, hoping something would slip out of my mouth.

It was barely a whisper. Somehow, though, he still heard it. His eyes snapped open once again, locking with mine.

“Why the fuck can’t I fight this?”

He must not have been looking for an answer. Because in the next second. He was on top of me. His mouth pressed against mine. It was just the briefest brush at first.

His hand buried itself in my hair, holding me in place. Pressing his lips more firmly against mine.

It added to my heat, and I begged once again against his lips. “More.”

He pulled back, his purple eyes glowing a dark purple. So dark that they looked almost black.

“You want more? What if I refuse to give in to whatever spell you put over me and leave you needy and begging?”

I whimpered in protest at his words. I said nothing, though. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the heat between my thighs.

He chuckled as he cupped this heat. “Such a slut. You’re covered in blood and surrounded by bodies, but your pussy is hot and wet.”

Maybe I should have felt shame. My body was too hot, though, and somehow I knew it wouldn’t stop until he helped me. Before I could open my mouth to beg him one more time. I heard footsteps walking in our direction. His friend must be coming back.

I expected him to pull away from me. Instead, he muttered a few words under his breath. A glowing circle appeared around us, and he continued to tease my pussy. He thrust two of his large fingers into my pussy. Fucking them in and out of me.

The footsteps got closer until they were right next to us. I couldn’t really focus on them, though. His fingers were causing surges of pleasure to go through my sensitive pussy.

“Where the hell are they?” An unfamiliar voice asked.

“Not sure, maybe she ran, and Kael went after her.” The familiar voice of the other man stated.

“Why the hell am I not surprised? If Kael gets in contact with you, tell him I want his report first thing in the morning.”

“Will do, sir.”

Kael added another large finger, stretching my pussy. Causing me to cry out in pleasure at being so full. They didn’t stop, footsteps fading as they walked away. He fingers fucked me faster. The heat inside is heating up even more.

It rose and rose until finally I got so hot it burst. A scream louder than any other sound I’ve made left my lips. My pussy tightened on his fingers. Trying to milk them as I cummed. The heat simmered down.

It wasn’t gone though, not by a long shot. His fingers slipped out of my pussy, and then he slipped them into his mouth.

“You taste quite delicious, slut.”

The heat might have simmered for me. But in his eyes in still burned full force. He threw off his clothes, and his body left me wishing there was more light. As if he could hear my thoughts. Kael held out his hand.

A circle of swirling pale light appeared in his hand. It flew above us, and a vast circle of light brightened our surroundings. My eyes traveled his body now that I could see it. Lean and muscular with the occasional scar. I go to travel my gaze lower, but he climbed back on me before I could.

The tip of something large pressed against my entrance. Right before it brutally forced its way into my sensitive pussy. Pain. For a second, all I felt was pain. Then the heat that had turned into a simmer heated again.

Turning my pain into instant pleasure. Still, I was so full, stretched more than I’ve ever been.

“You don’t deserve for me to be gentle slut. Take my cock as your punishment.”

He didn’t tell me exactly what he was punishing me for. Instead, he set a brutal pace. His large hands went to my hips. Holding me in place. Making me take his brutal fucking.

The heat exploded through my pussy, rising with each thrust. My body arches up into his, nipples brushing against his chest as my breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Whimpering in the pleasure he gave me.

“That’s it, take my cock like the slut you are.”

The sounds of his thrusts filled the surrounding air. My body no longer felt too heavy. So I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. I didn’t just brush his lips with mine. I devoured his mouth, sucking on his tongue.

He groaned into my mouth. His hips somehow increasing their pace. The heat inside me surged with his thrusts. Heating so hot that I thought I was burning. Instead, my pussy clamped down on his cock as I cummed. I threw my head back in a silent scream.

Completely forgetting that I was just kissing him. His pace faltered as my pussy clamped down on him. He shifted, sitting up on his knees and pulling away.

“No,” I whimpered in protest and wrapped my legs around him.

His purple eyes narrowed. “You want me to cum in you, fine.”

He didn’t slide back over my body. He kept sitting up like that and gripped my hips harder. Moving my pussy along the length of his cock. The heat had disappeared after I cummed. So it was just him using my sensitive pussy.

My hips arching up as I lie there and take it. The pace wasn’t as brutal as before. Since he was more focused on his pleasure. Despite the different pace, I couldn’t help the whimpers and moans that escaped my mouth. My pussy was too sensitive to feel nothing.

His dark purple eyes sparked with amusement. “Is the slut going to cum for the second time even before I cum for the first time?”

His words somehow tipped me over the edge. Like they were giving me permission somehow. It wasn’t as good as when the heat pushed me over. But it was still so good. Kael didn’t stop, though.

He kept working my pussy along the length of his cock. Seeking his own pleasure in my pussy. I lay there gasping and panting. I was so sensitive that I wanted to beg him to stop. I didn’t, though, biting my lip and letting him take his pleasure.

Three more thrusts were all it took. He drove his hips into me, reaching his deepest point. His cock twitched and jerked inside me. Filling me with ropes of his cum. He held me there even after his cum started spilling out of me.

Dripping onto the floor beneath us. He kept his cock inside me until he finished. He released my hips. Letting my sensitive pussy slide off his cock. More of his cum spilled out of me.

He stared at my wrecked form with a bland face. The heat from before is completely gone since he cummed. He turned away from me and got dressed. For a second, I thought he was going to just leave me. Instead, he wrapped me up in his coat and stood up with me in his arms.

I settled into his arms perfectly. Almost too perfectly. Exhaustion filled me, and my eyes fluttered closed.

******

I really wasn’t sure what I was doing with her. I just knew that I couldn’t bring her to the station dripping with my cum. I could use magic to clean her. I didn’t, though. Instead, I muttered an incantation.

Magic surrounded us, and in the next second, we were no longer standing in the middle of a crime scene.

“A place is held. A role is fulfilled. Identity, however, has not reported itself. I await classification.” A familiar voice stated.

I turned towards the voice, trying not to wince. I had hoped that Malric was off on another hunt for ancient tombs. We might have never put a label on what we are. That doesn’t stop the jealousy when he sees me with anyone else. He nearly ripped my partner’s head off.

When he hugged me after I nearly died from being shot. I set her down on the only place in our living room that wasn’t covered in books. A chair that I usually sit in to write reports.

“The place reserved for choice, not convenience. Was surrendered without protest. Interesting behavior.”

I bit back a sigh as stared at him. He was lying on the couch, surrounded by books. His large body that already had a hard time fitting on that thing. Was bent at an awkward angle because of all those books. Not that he ever seems to mind.

I’ve seen him lie for hours in those awkward positions. Not even moving an inch. His pure black eyes somehow darkened even further.

“Your signature lingers where it does not belong. Proximity alone does not explain that.”

Before I could explain what had happened. Malric was in front of me, wrapping his hand around my throat. He jerked me to him, pressing his lips to my ear, and growled.

“A boundary was forgotten. I will restore it through emphasis. Then I will address the variable. That assumed she mattered. You will remember where you stand. She will learn why she never did.”

He forced me down to my knees in front of him.

“Wait, Malric, at least let me explain.”

“You seek delay through language. An understandable error. Events have already advanced past persuasion. Resistance will only determine. How much effort this requires.”

His eyes darkened into dark pools of obsidian. Nothing was going to stop him after his eyes went that dark.

“Fine, but you can’t do anything to her. She’s-.”

“You have placed yourself. Between inevitability and its target.” He snarled.

His eyes somehow turned even darker than before. Shadows crawled forward, pinning me down to the floor. Malric stalked over to where she was still sleeping. He crouched in front of her. Just staring for a second.

“Blood indicates a threshold. Your presence explains the rest. I will not insult us both by pretending ignorance.”

I opened my mouth to tell him it was from a crime scene. But was it really? The heat I had felt made me take her. I never asked whether she was pure. I must have taken too long to answer because he stripped her of the jacket I had wrapped around her.

Blood still dripped along her naked body. Along with my cum still spilling from her pussy. She didn’t stir, probably still exhausted. His eyes studied her body. A blank look on his face.

At first, I thought it was the blood he was looking at. He picked up one of her hands. Examining the runes that circled her wrist. The darkness in his eyes retreated, revealing a spark of curiosity.

“Origins matter. Circumstances more so. This one did not wander in by chance.”