Fate Decides

Chapter 17

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Gajeel strained against the bonds on him, the granite released little trails of dust as bits of stone were crushed by his efforts, small trails of blood ran down too, he meant to get loose.

The blondes eyes widened when she saw the blood and she moved back from him shaking her head and looking miserable.

"Please, we're dying out, Father says we must have children, he's too old now, can not produce any..." She said, tears in her eyes.

She had chosen the dark haired one, his fiery spirit spoke of great strength, he'd fought hard, and taken the tumble until they had been able to catch and restrain him really well, better than the other man. His body was incredible too, nothing like the Fathers, nothing on the raven haired man was soft or sagging. He was tall, powerful, had metal piercing his body in many places and his fierce eyes on her promised her pain.

She'd approached him anyway, knowing the powerful stone she had on him would withstand the metal her was able to shape. As she had touched his skin, trying to familiarize herself with his body so she could take what she needed from it, he had fought, so hard blood ran from under where his arms and legs were restrained.

When she pleaded with him all she got was a glare of pure violence. His anger, she realized it would probably keep him from cooperating. The Father had taught them all how to get a mans body to work for this, how to take what they needed. They had been taking brief forays above ground for weeks now, even collected stone and a few animals but hadn't come across any other people, they had heard them, seen the lights, but had been afraid it was a gathering of the Black Dragons worshippers The Father promised were there.

There were no more men, and they were few now, and the father could not produce, Shela was one of the youngest left and she was 35. Soon they would be no more and the last of those not loyal to the Dragon of death would be gone.

She looked over at the other man, his body was as thrilling to look at as the raven haired one. Not as big, but so not like any womans, and so not like The Father. Firm, hard, muscle under smooth skin, The Father said the symbols in the mans skin were probably marks of the Dragon and to be careful not to touch them.

He had been wearing a great deal more than the dark haired man, but he had also been able to fire magic at them that had nearly ended the entire thing, Shela and her two companions were the strongest magic users left short of Delia who's only strength was healing.

They had barely been able to take this man down, they'd had to hit him so hard a woman likely would have been killed, especially when Greta had panicked and sent a barrage at him that had slammed him into a wall and Shela had been forced to be far too rough breaking his fall.

His soft dark blue hair felt good between her fingers and he had such a handsome face, full lips and his eyes had a shape to them unlike any Shela had ever seen.

He would sire beautiful children, both men would, Shela just had to figure out how to get the raven haired man to cooperate. Until he settled though, she could enjoy this man.

The rock was not covering any of him now, and she could touch him because he wasn't conscious, probably would remain unconscious for a day or more according to Delia.

She could not take him, he had to recover first, it had to be the black haired man but she had to calm him down first, his body wasn't responding to her in spite of her efforts. Maybe his loyalty to his friend could be used, she thought then and started running her hands through the unconscious ones hair, over his chest and arms.