King Beast - Vicious Flames

Chapter 5

AN/ Here you go my loves!! :) Enjoy my update!! 

A bit of +18 and harsh language in this chapter

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HIM POV

My fingers absently grabbed a crumble of stones that had scattered all around. A cage was now open.

I was awake.

'Interesting.'

I inhaled deeply and then exhaled, in three intervals. That was the way my type breathed.

The night smelled fresh, divine.

'Zerberus' My beast called me from within me, 'Find mate.'

He was ravenous. And so was I.

She had kept us waiting, for a long time. I was starving for her. For her soul. For her pussy.

Her delicious scent and my awakening were the only proof I had that she really existed.

A distant growl conquered the night. Another victory... One of my brothers had found his beloved. One of my brothers had left the constriction of his sleeping cage.

I winced at the sound of those human screeches.

Pets.

As the mass of unclaimed humans traversed a land older than the fossils of their homo sapiens, I glanced down, where the ruins of my former cage lay in a mound.

The statute he had trapped me in was enormous ... his features had even resembled me.

Surely our king had quite the sense of humor.

My lungs filled with air after six centuries of dreamless sleep. Mmh, my mate must have passed this way if I could breathe and see.

I craned my neck to the side, stretched my arms above my head, my tail whipped the wind, and I let out a growl. For a moment, everything was silent.

Then a chorus of snarls filled the air. I smirked, crossing my arms in front of me, watching the valley of temples in front of me as I stood on the stones that had been my cage.

There were cracks everywhere, the air filled with dust, the ground shook under the awakening of the monsters. More stones fell, other statues split, freeing their prisoners. More brothers of mine were waking up from that almost eternal sleep. Yet many, too many of them, remained in their slumber. Waiting. Maybe their mates weren't even born.

"Maybe in six more years". I muttered to myself when my eyes lingered on a hideous gargoyle statue. Lucius, whose tongue had stolen many virginities and whose mouth had swallowed whole villages.

Felix, on the other hand, freed himself from the elephant head's statue right in front of Lucius's grotesque cage.

We exchanged a knowing look, a nod of acknowledge, then he swooped down on a little thing, a female, who was as petrified as he had been for four and a half centuries.

She stood there, mouth parted, tears flooding her cheeks. Just looking at him. At the greatest fear of hers.

His arms gathered her, pressing her to his chest. Her screams faded as he kissed her fervently. When Felix soared in the air, with huge wings holding his inhuman weight, she didn't even notice. When Felix's long tail ripped off her clothes, she whimpered, her tiny hands on his scaled chest. Hard to tell if she was trying to push him away or attract him to her. If Felix flew away, to look for a secluded place to mate with his beloved, other monsters didn't have the same patience.