Dark Nine [18+]

Chapter Twenty-Four

Despite the sinking feeling of impending doom, this moment being caressed and devoured through shared lust by all nine Kors – is one of the most unexpectedly beautiful moments of my life.

I feel their tender need to pleasure me, and I love their hands, their tongues, even their sharp shredding teeth, slowly scraping along my soft skin, so delicate in their movements.

I just wish it could be like this.

And no price.

But the price coming for me, is too high.

Even for this love they're gifting me.

Mars feels me gasping for air from our deep kiss that I had demanded.

I break away from it, and he lets me breathe alone, his handsome face hovering above mine, reading my panicked eyes.

His large hand slowly splays across my cheek, focusing my attention on him, while the rest of the Kors continue to love my body and hold me so still.

"Release me," I whisper, terrified of the pleasure.

"One more kiss," Mars demands of me in return, "Just one more... my Empress."

I let out a noise of need as I try to hold back, but I give him one more chance.

One more slither of hope drives me toward his request.

I didn't want to be in a position of never trusting them. Please, let me taste something else.

Mars licks across my eager lips and engages me in one more, deep, terrifying kiss.

This time?

It's a distraction.

And I fell for it.

Teeth.

Teeth.

They're coming for me. Harder.

I cry out as on every limb – I feel a bite from every Kor.

And Mars, well, he keeps his dominate expression steady, and he doesn't bite me, he just soothes me with that gentle, lingering kiss, still giving me tiny obscure amounts of his venom.

It's just enough – to mingle with the direct injection of eight other Kors.

I can't imagine what Dark Ninth tastes like. All of Ninth Squad, all at once. But I find out right now.

The deep paralysis means I feel no pain. It's more a mental and spiritual type of mind-fuck now.

Venom shows you their self-portrayals. All together, I'm transported briefly out of this realm, down into a mental free fall through the void of their hunger.

That is all it is.

A free fall through one feeling that I imagine is death as you get ripped apart, atom by atom, as you melt from the inside.

Every venom creates a dark warm embrace on the way down.

It's sticky, deep and inescapable.

It's over.

What can I do?

I only realise I'm facing it with resistance.

What if I just... move with the pull, so my soul is not torn to pieces, and they can't win.

My instincts are the only thing that remain. I rely on them now as I turn around in the free fall and the moment I do, I see a key glowing below me.