spears of Uu'kata (CLEAN(ish) Version)

Chapter 37 - Pspspsps

"I can't believe you've been keeping my kitty down here!" Charlotte snapped, glaring at Echnar's broad back as he led her into the dungeons.

The dungeons looked exactly like anything she'd seen in cartoons and movies from Earth, but oddly cleaner. They smelled like stone and maybe a little of stale air, but nothing like she'd thought they'd smell like. She figured they didn't actually take prisoners very often. Except for her poor kitten.

"It's not a kitty, Charlote. It's an ennelath. A deadly ennelath that will one day be considerably larger than you and will be able to eat you up whole."

"Not if I'm nice to it, it won't. You have no idea how animals' minds work, do you?" she shot back.

"Oh, and you do? Tell me, little one. How many animals do you have in space?"

"Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes. "I didn't always live in space. I started out on a farm where there were some animals. Including a little kitty."

"And did this little kitty love you because you were nice to it?" he asked.

"Oh, no. She hated children. Probably had her tail and ears yanked one too many times," Charlotte said.

Ahead, she heard a rustling sound, followed by the saddest yowl she'd ever heard.

"Oh!" she said, pushing past him and rushing to the cell. The bars had been lined with some kind of fencing with inch-wide holes so the little cub couldn't squeeze through and the poor kitty was huddled in the corner, large, yellow eyes wide and scared.

"I can't believe you've been keeping him down here in the dark!" she snapped, glaring at Echnar.

"When you look at me like that, little one, it makes me want to chain you up down here and have my way with you."

Charlotte felt color rise in her cheeks. He'd had his way with her already this morning in the bath. Echnar, it turned out, was a bit of a dom. 

"Open the gate," she demanded.

"No," he scoffed. "That thing could kill me. I'm not letting it out."

With a huff of irritation, she slipped around him to where she spotted a cabinet on a wall, away from the cells. She guessed the keys were in there.

Sure enough, he tried to stop her, but she slipped from his grasp and ran for the cabinet. His heavy footsteps pounded up behind her and just before she could grab the handle, his arm slipped around her, dragging her off her feet.

"You should not run from me," he growled, burying his face in her neck and nipping at her throat.

The kitten yowled again, and again.

"Put me down!" she snapped. "There is nothing sexy about that baby crying like that."

"It isn't a baby," he pointed out.

Charlotte gritted her teeth and growled. He wasn't going to let her get those keys.

She reached for that power now inside her and Lilly gave it over freely.

"Grapploct!" she hissed.

An octopus-looking creature that looked made from blue smoke appeared before her and she swiped her eyes to the right. As though she'd given it a command, it blurred out of sight and she said, "Octolock!"

Echnar grunted in surprise as tentacles of magic wound him up and yanked him back. He dropped her and she spun about, glaring up at him. His arms were straight down at his sides, held in place by her magic. Oddly, she could feel it, like a siphon coming from her entire body, draining her as she held him