“The Lair?” an Underground Dweller middle man asked. “Are you sure that’s what he said?”
“It was under the pain of torture,” Seto replied, “but yes, I’m sure that’s what he said.”
“Of all places, they had to hide out in there,” a Pixie middle man sighed.
“What of The Lair?” a Taiwanese middle man asked. “Is it a dangerous place?”
“It is more than dangerous,” Mahad spoke in his deep rich voice. “It is where the source of all evil emerged. In fact, it was where the first Bad Seed existed in this world.”
Unbeknownst to the human world, not even to the human middle men, before the Duelist Phantom War began, there was another war that existed in which the Outer Beings called it ‘The Hidden War’. The reason no one knew that this war existed was that this Bad Seed was so cunning and so powerful, that he or she or it (because no one knew what the Bad Seed’s true gender was) was able to blend into the human society without causing any suspicion and did its dastardly deeds of gutting and decapitating people for its own sick collection and always managed to find scapegoats to be blamed for its crimes. It was at the initial stages where Ethereal and humans were trying to settle a peaceful treaty of coexistence and this Bad Seed was not making things easier because while the Ethereal fought hard to try and capture it, the humans were stumped with the bizarre killings of people who wake up not remembering what he or she just did but having evidence pointing towards him or her so incriminatingly that there was no choice but to sentence the poor scapegoats to death. Only a few selected human individuals knew of the existence of this Bad Seed, and they managed to destroy it as quickly as possible and provide enough damage control to proceed with the peaceful treaty. They were not obliged to keep this escapade a secret, but the event was so traumatizing that those humans involved felt better off not telling, and through time, everyone either forgot or had not a single clue about The Hidden War.
“The Lair was an age-old castle-like mansion where the Bad Seed kept all his decapitated trophies,” Mahad ended his tale. “After we disposed of the Bad Seed, we’ve cremated every heads that were in its storage and burnt the place down to the ground. Now that the name is being mentioned, it is obvious we made a mistake of not making sure the mansion has gone down to ashes.”
“Probably the mansion was revived again by the current Bad Seeds,” a Bulgarian middle man suggested. “After all, I have heard of some of you having the power to restore things back into their original states.”
“We do not rule out that possibility,” the Head of the Gnomes Clan replied.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Middle men Mr. and ‘Mrs.’ Ishtar exclaimed. “We better make a move on if we want to save those kids. Goodness knows what they’re doing to our son right now!”
“Be patient, Ishtar family,” Maximillion Pegasus raised a hand to calm them down. “The last thing we need is a brash decision and barging in without a proper plan. We might unintentionally make things worse.”
“What do you suggest we do, Your Majesty?” Lord Seth asked.
Maximillion Pegasus kept silent for a while before replying in a grave manner, “We shall have to require the services of Akhenadin.”
Everyone gasped. This time, everyone in the room knew who he was talking about. Akhenadin was a Darkness Dweller and like Mahad, he was the last of his kind. Though he was not a Bad Seed, his powers were just as malicious and sadistic as one, rendering Marik the Royal Executioner an amateur. Darkness Dwellers were a clan that thrives on the power of darkness and can absorb any form of magical and physical attacks like a black hole, and can snuff the life out of you with just one engulf of its dark abyss, literally absorb your life force and render your body into an empty shell of nothingness. The reason why Akhenadin was the only Darkness Dweller left, but rumour has it was that they were too intent in increasing their dark powers that somehow it consumed them all one by one, leaving only Akhenadin, who was a young pup then, alive to aid the Outer Beings to the War. The only con about having a Darkness Dweller as one of the Outer Beings was that it had an allegiance as fickle as a twig. It does not take sides and would sway its loyalty anywhere it pleases, but none dare to question it for fear of its dark absorbent powers.
“Are you sure we have to resort to such measures, Your Majesty?” the Head of the Fairies asked worriedly. “The last time we required his services, which was during the Duelist Phantom War, he almost decided to join hands with the enemy. Who knows if he had not already sworn his allegiance to the Bad Seeds who kidnapped the young ‘mothers’?”
“We have to give this a try,” Maximillion Pegasus replied. “With an enemy like this, we can’t take any chances. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I fear they may have something much more sinister behind their wake, and I do not want that chance to come true.”
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“Wha…What…?”
Malik was rudely awakened by a rough shake on his shoulders. The commotion woke the rest of the ‘mothers’ as well, and everyone was wary and on their toes when they saw that it was one of the Bad Seeds Illust-chan sent to inspect Malik and Night.
It had been a week since Malik gave birth to Night, and it was a rather new experience. Milk was included into Malik’s diet of corn soup and bread because of his son’s need to be breastfed, and he was given a set of cloth diapers daily for Night’s diaper changes. All the other ‘mothers’ got a chance to get a feel of how a baby is in their arms and they enjoyed every second of pampering and spoiling Night rotten. Many have gotten attached to Night and Malik and wouldn’t hesitate to be a human shield for them whenever one of the Bad Seeds comes down daily to inspect the baby. Resistance was futile when it comes to trying to fight against an Outer Being. They may be Fallen Ethereals, but they were gifted with supernatural powers nonetheless, and fighting them while you’re pregnant is not a wise choice to make.
“Get up! You’re leaving here!” the Bad Seed growled as he pulled Malik on his feet and shoved Night into his arms. He turned to Joey and pulled him up too.
“Wh…Where are you taking us?” Malik demanded, resisting the Bad Seed’s pull.
“Oh, somewhere much comfortable than this dump,” the Bad Seed replied, his smirk telling him that it was anything but the truth.
“Why do I hafta come along?” Joey asked worriedly.
“You’ll see soon.”
“Hey! Let go of him, you fucker!” Tristan stormed up and tried to pry him away from his captor. “Let him go!”
“None of your business, bitch!” the Bad Seed pushed him away harshly. If it weren’t for Yugi and someone from Maximillion High to catch him before he fell, goodness knows what would happen to Tristan and his baby.
“Hey! Watcha doin’ wif mah fren?” Joey exclaimed, kicking out at his captor.
“Don’t do that!” Malik yelled. “Can’t you see he’s pregnant?”
“Well, if you don’t want anything to happen to either of your friends, I suggest you should come with me quietly.”
Malik and Joey wanted to resist, but decided against it. They had no choice but to allow themselves to be escorted roughly out of the cell through a leash that was tied tightly around his wrists and walked up the stairs, trying hard to ignore the frantic calls of his friends below. It was a long way up—almost equivalent to about three floors—and their escort had to use magic to levitate the pregnant Joey up the stairs. Soon they found themselves standing in the middle of a huge lobby that was moderately decorated with animal game, old portraits that didn’t really belong, decent expensive-looking furniture, a slow fire burning in its fireplace, a large ruby-red rug and a couple of bookcases here and there adorned with a fair amount of books.
Sitting on a velvet sofa was a creature that seemed like he just came out of a cactus jungle. His body was covered with thorns sticking out of his body and he had that really sickening green complexion, and a few scales here and there on his exposing skin. He had orange-reddish hair and a pair of yellow eyes, and wore a toga that was pierced through by the thorns. The duo instinctively knew that it was Lord Zorc Necrophades as he stood up and closed in towards Malik, his eyes trailing along his body hungrily.
“Milord, please. You know you’re not ready yet.”
Illust-chan, as usual, appeared in the nick of time along with her brother Majah. Majah coaxed Lord Zorc to sit back down and their escort held them in place as Illust-chan came forward to inspect him and Night some more.
“What do you want?” Malik flinched at Illust-chan’s touch.
“Looks like both of you are holding up,” Illust-chan commented nonchalantly. “You’ll have to forgive Lord Zorc. He’s been rather temperamental these days. Big ass appetite, you know. And that body of his is not exactly helping to curb his hunger. The owner of the body has a rather high metabolism, so he’s almost always hungry. So how was the first week of ‘motherhood’ for you?”
“What da hell are I doin’ ‘ere, Illust-chan?” Joey demanded, wanting her to get straight to the point.
“Impatient, aren’t we? Well, I won’t beat around the bush. You know that you and your friends are going to be sacrifices for our lord, right? Well, to do that, we need sacrifices that are reasonably untainted. Judging by the scars around your body and that choker around your neck, Malik, I assume that you like it rough with your partner, do you not?”
“That’s none of your business, bitch!” Malik growled.
“No matter. I won’t hold it against you. You’ve always been the feisty one in Domino High anyways. But your son here, now he wouldn’t do sitting in a dark damp place like the dungeon now, does he? After all, our lord wouldn’t want to consume a dead kid if he ever wants to attain perfect physical form. So that’s why we have to separate those who are pregnant and those already given birth so that we can protect the main priority here.”
“Why didn’t you let us live up here in the first place?” Malik asked. “With such harsh conditions down there, you wouldn’t know who might end up giving birth to a stillborn because of your treatment.”
“Oh, details, details,” Illust-chan waved his complaint away. “We have just the thing to solve that. Besides, our lord’s been in a foul mood these days. We might have to…speed things up a little.”
“What do ya mean?” Joey asked. “N if I’m still pregnant, why am I here?”
Illust-chan didn’t reply, but gave an eye-signal to Majah. Majah nodded and forcefully picked Joey up bridal style, like he weighed nothing more than a feather’s touch. Malik’s escort dragged Malik by the leash and followed Majah upstairs to one of the rooms in the East Wing. Ignoring the duo’s questions and protests about what Illust-chan meant by ‘speeding things up’, the escort shoved Malik into the room and let Majah lock the door, leaving the young Egyptian pounding and screaming at the door demanding an answer to their questions. After excusing the escort, Majah headed into another room two doors away from Malik and threw Joey onto the bed situated at the far end of the room. Concentrating, Majah willed his huge raven-black wings to shrink back into his body before towering over Joey with lust-filled eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
“W…Watcha looking at?” Joey challenged, even though his heart knew that those eyes and that smile screamed trouble.
“Why, you, of course. I do love a feisty piece of meat,” Majah said. “And it’s been years since I’ve been satiated, what with the sterility of the females in my clan, thus the lack of intercourse interest. I know a pregnant mother who is almost due must refrain from sexual intercourse, but since your friend there is obliged to rest about one month after childbirth, I don’t see the point of holding back from you. Besides, I was given personal permission by Sister Illust-chan. Don’t worry, since you’re pregnant, you won’t have to fear about me knocking you up.”
“Ya wouldn’t dare!”
“Wouldn’t I? We’ll just have to find out, shall we not?”
With that, Majah quickly tore the bed sheet shirt Joey was wearing, baring his pregnant body all for the world to see. Joey tried to escape and get off the bed but Majah held him in a death grip. Removing his loincloth, Majah leaned down to kiss Joey, in which Joey bit him till he bled. No matter how Joey bit, clawed, punched, pushed, kicked and screamed at his ear, Majah didn’t seem to falter for a minute. In fact, the wounds inflicted on him were actually getting the Fallen Ethereal hard.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, woman,” Majah replied. “This body of mine has endured more pain and torture than you can ever imagine. These wounds of yours are child’s play.”
So saying, he immediately lifted Joey’s hips so that his pussy was facing him. With his long blood-red tongue, he tongue-fucked Joey, tickling the clit as he went, sending Joey into an involuntary fits of moaning.
“S…Stop…! N…No…! Keep…ahh…yer…fuckin’ tongue…offa me…!!!” Joey whined, trying hard not to let his tears fall.
“I’ve had my eye on you for a long time,” Majah said as he lapped at Joey’s ‘womanhood’ hungrily, alternating between the vagina and the clit. “You’ve got those wild eyes and this honey skin of yours is such a waste on a Whisperer like your mate. Your whole body is showered with illusions of sweet honey. Sister Illust-chan was kind enough to see through my desire and allow me to have you.”
“Dun touch me…!!! Ahh…!! Stop it…!!! I’m…warnin’ ya…!!!”
“Such delectable juice you have here in your orifice. It’s hard to believe that you are going to give birth soon. I can see why your mate fancies you so much. If it weren’t for you going to be eaten by our lord as sacrifice, I would be glad to keep you as my mate.”
“Stop it…! I belong…tuh…Seto…! Git da fuck offa me…!!!”
“You belong to no one but me tonight, woman. Enjoy it while you’re still beyond our lord’s grasp.”
“Please…” Joey couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. “Please…let…go of me…”
His words fell on deaf ears as Majah continued to lap up his juice.
“If ya…dun…stop…I’m…gonna…”
“Then don’t hold back, woman.”
Another lap sent Joey cumming like crazy, spasms after spasm hitting his body like falling bricks. Once he calmed down, Majah laid his hips back down on the bed and saw that Joey was sobbing with his hands on his eyes to cover them, muttering something incoherent. When Majah leaned his ear closer to Joey’s lips, he could hear him repeating “Imma sorry, Seto” over and over again.
“Seto, that Whisperer Royal Advisor, he is your mate?” Majah asked.
Joey nodded, not caring who was talking to him.
“You…love him very much?”
Another nod.
“You’re…reserving this body for him, aren’t you?”
Another nod.
“Even if you know that you will never see him or your child ever again after the delivery?”
More nods.
A long silence ensued before Majah suddenly lifted his hips again and lined his cock against his pussy, disregarding the alarmed look in Joey’s eyes.
“Such foolish thoughts,” Majah said icily before pushing himself into Joey, earning Joey’s strangled scream as the ‘mother’-to-be felt himself being penetrated.
“God…please stop…!! Ahh…!! Ahh…!! No…!!”
“Forget about your mate,” Majah said as he began a steady thrusting rhythm, “and enjoy this. This may be your last sex you’ll ever have.”
“Se…Seto…Seto…Help me…”
“Your mate is not here, woman. Get over it.”
“Seto…Seto…”
As Majah continued thrusting him, increasing his speed every once in a while, Joey involuntarily moaned and whined, calling out Seto’s name over and over again in tears. This angered Majah’s pride and he began to pummel him even harder, making Joey scream out, the room echoed with his agonized voice as his body was rudely violated by someone else other than his beloved. Malik could almost hear the muffled version of his screams from his room and he worriedly pounded both the walls and the door, demanding out to see what happened.
“Shut up, woman!” Majah had lost his cool as he pounded him with full force of his superhuman strength. “You’re making love to me, not to Seto!”
“Se…Seto is…ahh…da only one…I’ll make luv tuh…” Joey cried. “Yer not…makin’ luv…tuh me…Aah…yer raping me…!”
“I do not appreciate being the third wheel! What does that lame Whisperer got that I don’t have?!”
“Wat…Aah…!! Wat are ya…sayin’…?”
“Do you wish to live?” Majah stopped abruptly as he picked Joey up to straddle him, his manhood still engulfed within Joey. “Do you wish to keep your child forever? Swear your heart to me! Swear it and I will see to it that you will not be sacrificed!”
“W…Wat…?” Joey was so astounded; his tears actually stopped flowing for a moment there. Was he being confessed to?
“Are you deaf, woman? I told you, I had my eye on you for so long. I desired you the moment I saw you in the school infirmary when Sister Illust-chan told me to check on you and your friends while she made the calls to your parents. I envied at the way your mate hugs you so lovingly and tells you that you are beautiful! I hate the way he caresses your face and kiss your lips and touch the skin that was rightfully mine! I despised the fact that he sired your child instead of me! I loathed the thought of seeing you cry and wallow in self-pity if ever the child you give birth to is Whisperer-dominant and be taken away from you, never to be seen again! I long for the days I could spy on you and your friends for I look forward to see your radiance, yet at the same time I dread it for fear I would see you with your mate instead.
“I want you to be mine! I want you to be my mate! I don’t care if your child belonged to him! I allow you to keep your child as long as you swear your heart to me! Swear your heart and soul to me and I promise you: not only your life will be spared from our lord’s gluttony, but your child Whisperer-dominant or not will be by your side forever. You don’t have to bear the painful burden of losing your child ever again! Swear to me! I implore you!”
Joey was stunned at upon hearing whatever came out of the Fallen Ethereal’s mouth. The idea of being able to keep his twins sounded tempting. After all, it was true that if he gave birth and found the babies Whisperer-dominant, according to tradition, it was a no-brainer that Seto has to take them away and break all ties with him. But the thought of having to surrender his heart and soul (and body) to a person he didn’t love and to a clan whose sole purpose is to bring the downfall of the Outer Beings, including the clan of his beloved, was unacceptable.
“Imma sorry. I cannot allow ya tuh make me luv someone dat I dun luv,” Joey replied. “I luv Seto, n always will. I’d rather die than let ya take ova mah heart n let ya kill both mah beloved n his clan.”
Majah’s shocked face slowly turned to pure ice-cold anger as the rejection sank in. He gripped hard under Joey’s armpits and pushed him up and down his manhood to the hilt, ramming him hard.
“Ahh…!!! Fuck…!!! Stop!!! Stop!!! Ya hurtin’ me…!!!”
“Swear to me,” Majah ordered.
“N…Never…!”
“Swear to me! Swear it!”
“I won’t…!!”
Angered by Joey’s resistance, he forced Joey back down onto the bed in missionary position and continued pummeling into him, pounding him again and again until Joey was screaming in tears. Joey’s body betrayed his mind as he cum over and over again, unable to stop even if he didn’t want it to happen. His inner thighs were covered and overflowing with his juice as Majah made him cum like he had never cum before. He could’ve sworn he was going to tear his pussy off with that constant pummeling. The constant tightening of his vaginal muscles as he cum was slowly bringing Majah to the edge. As he tried to hold back his orgasms, he leaned close to Joey’s ear and whispered, “Swear your heart to me, woman. This is your last chance.”
“I…Imma not…gonna be yer…bitch…!!”
“Then you just asked for your own grave!”
So saying, Majah reached his climax and poured in every ounce of his seed in Joey, letting out a loud eagle-like screech in the process. He thrust a few more time to juice it all out before his manhood slowly softened up and him pulling it out of Joey. Leaving Joey lying sprawled on the bed crying, sobbing and trembling in his sad pregnant state, he hastily cleaned himself and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Illust-chan was leaning against the wall opposite the door, looking at him with knowing eyes.
“Has he sworn his heart to you?”
Majah sighed and shook his head.
“Then he is not worthy of being spared from the sacrifice. He will join the rest of his friends in the sacrificial ceremony after his delivery.”
“I’m sure he will yield. If you give me more time…”
“No, Brother Majah, you had your time and chance. I have given you enough. Lord Zorc cannot wait any longer. The Outer Beings will be on our tail any moment now. If we were to achieve our goal and reign supreme in the Ethereal Clan and succeed Maximillion Pegasus’ throne, we will have to hasten our pace. Remember where our priorities lie, Brother Majah. You know better than to succumb to such trivial emotional baggage.”
Majah wanted to retaliate, but decided against it. He knew better too than to defy his elder sister—and leader of the Fallen Ethereals and Bad Seeds—and incur her wrath.
“Good. Now go and make sure our other brothers go do their jobs.”
“Yes, Sister Illust-chan.”
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