The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 25- Shredder

--The Past--

Each night, the Goddess brought with her, a new female for him to fuck, each night, he was riled up into an unnatural rut, fucking away the darkness. Soon, he grew tired and wan, he was fucked dry.

He lay on his mattress, naked, covered partially by the sheets as his latest female sucked his cock that was at half mast. He didn't have the energy to have sex anymore.

"That's enough." The Goddess said.

Each night as he gave his seed to another female, the Goddess had been there, watching, teaching him new things about the female body, where to suck, where to press, where to bite.

The female obeyed, backing away.

Today, the other consort was with her and as the female backed away her dilated eyes landed on the hated second consort, she crawled towards him, her cunt shiny and dripping, moving her hands under his loincloth, stroking the hulking Alpha.

A pale hand pressed into his forehead, wiping away sweat and pushing away hair. Shredder closed his eyes, sick and tired of the sucking sounds that came from where the second consort stood.

If he had the power, he would try to act strong in front of the other Alpha, but he was tired, so tired.

"The female I gave to him a month ago has yet not conceived." She murmurs.

"I told you, my lady." The Second consort grunts his release, simultaneously speaking as he pumped the female's stomach full of seed.

"He is faulty. He is null."

A null was an Alpha incapable of breeding, the insult made him open his eyes, peeling his lips away, stretching his mouth in a sneer.

The Goddess tutted, offering Shredder a bared nipple to soothe ruffled fur. He closed his eyes, taking in her offering like a babe at it's mother breast.

"He is beautiful. I....do not wish to part with this one." The Goddess says, making him feel warm in all the right places. Shredder tries to sit up a bit, but his hands are too tired, too weak.

"He is, certainly one of the pretty ones you've taken as First. " The Alpha says, now pushing aside the female that sucked insistently at his cock.

"But a null is a waste of space. He's nothing more than an embarrassment."

This time Shredder growls in anger, his claws extended.

"I will give him another month." The Goddess says, pulling his head to her breast.

"I will give him another month to impregnate a female....then you can take him."

He stills, his growl dying. Clawed hands land on the Goddesses shoulders. "What say you?" He asks, his voice cracking.

The second Alpha scoffs but Shredder ignores him this once.

"Why did you say that?" He demands, shaking her.

She cups his face and kisses his dry lips. "My love, you are useless, you are powerless, your only strength is your seed. If even that is useless then your are truly...nothing."

He pushes away from her, dragging a tired body away, tears burning his eyes, he refused to look at her, instead beckoning the still kneeling female closer.

"Come here." He commands her and she obeys.

He mounts her, making eye contact with the Goddess as he enters the female and starts fucking her slowly and nicely.

The Goddess watches, as the sparkle of youth and innocence, of bright light and life slowly fades away from his eyes as he fucks the moaning Beta.

The one thing that made him, this scrawny, weak Alpha, a special one, slowly faded away from his eyes until he was nothing but a husk of the male he was before, his smiling lips now a pursed straight line as he looked away, concentrating his power on fucking the Beta beneath him.

She leaves the room, going away to her private quarters, where she is alone, where she can break down in sadness and pain at the many faults in her species, at the decline, at the slow death they all were going through.

She prayed in that one moment, after centuries and centuries, she prayed to her mother, Selene, to grant her one wish.

To make Soul Shredder potent enough.

To make him strong enough to give life to the species.

To make him strong enough to survive the end of next month.