His To Possess

The Orkai

Chapter 1 : The Orkai

  

        The Orkai had long ruled Earth, before the Gods had created men of the mystics, establishing a world of sublime beings, to each their own. The once barren lands held divided districts belonging to the Lycanthropes, the Valkyrie, Carpathians, Centaurs, Tree nymphs, Satyrs, and the Jinns. But the ancient lineage began to slowly succumb to the autocratic dictatorship of Kronus, and his clan of anencephalous clowns, as his greed to reign over the skies, lands, and seas began to grow. His avarice and covetous nature lead one of the most powerful and primitive of all species into a vicious cycle of oppression.

     

   The Orkai who had once burned with a contentious need for possession and dominance, began to cower under the spell of Cronus. Their women were stolen, ravaged and sold to creatures of the underworld. Their children were devoured whole by night-stalkers lurking in the darkest of shadows. Their men slaughtered and hung from trees, constrained above the glistening waters of the sea and the opaque blue of the sky. Fearing the continuation of his people, the Orkain King sought the help of Zeus, promising him an alliance in the Olympian war in return for the protection of his people.  But Kronus had other plans for the Orkains; if he could not tame them, neither would his son.

  

      The tyrannical King and his clan of fatuous imbeciles devised a plan to mangle the rare breed of Orkai and weaken Zeus' army. Without the Orkains by his side, Zeus was bound to lose the war. Unlike the beasts of land, sea, and sky, the Orkains practiced ancient necromancy, written before the likes of witchcraft. With their divine powers, dethroning the infamous Cronus would require little effort. Though they were able to surpass Kronus, time would prove too cruel. 

       Centuries after the Olympian war and into the era of the humans, the ignorant four-legged mammals began hunting the divine beasts. They stalked the dancing forests searching for pure-blood Lycans, called upon Jinns during their bloody séances, held prisoner virtuous Satyrs, and set fire to Orkian females during the Salem witch trials. Even the Gods could not protect the sanctity of their celestial beasts. The surviving mystic beasts appealed a secret society, the Royal Mystic Court, one whose sole purpose was to protect all divinities. They would provide a camouflage, a disguise that would allow them to cross the lands and seas undetected; they would become human-like.

       Court royalties built schools and taught all divinities of human cultures, norms, values, and societies. Yet even though the beasts had learnt the way of the birdbrained species, they could not control their powers. Containing their individual powers led many astray, particularly the Orkai. Harnessing the surge of energy pulsing through their white veins required a great deal of perseverance, a perseverance made of eggshells. Temptation would attenuate the only thread of resilience and release a haze of murdering frenzy.

       Mates turned rogue, males tortured and murdered their females, surviving females fled only to be killed during childbirth, and orphaned Orkai bleed into the human world, unaware of their sanctity. But amidst this insanity survived young Dione Cybele. With piercing thin violet eyes no match for the blinding flashes of Zeus' thunderbolts, lips mirroring that of luscious blood red roses, a small but sharp button nose, and dark swirls of raven kissed strands cascading the length her back, the goddess-like Orkain had yet to face her darkest fear.

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        Alaricus Benedictus paced along the soft golden silk carpet of his dark manor, stopping in front of his Victorian escritoire and digging his cotton clad soles into hard wooden floor. The male Orkain stared hard and long at the painting of his Goddess sitting on the opposite end of the wall, before throwing up his arms and letting out a roar of utter frustration. He couldn't understand what had possibly possessed him to strike his beautiful wife in such a demeaning manner. She was his mate for God's sake! He was meant to love her and protect her from all that plays ill. Yet Alaricus could not control the fury and animosity that had swollen the depths of his brain and coursed through his blood with a parallel intensity. Just the thought of the ithyphallic male Satyr sitting near his wife, blowing soundly into his pipe and lulling her to a deep hushed sleep made his blood boil.

       The two had developed a deep friendship during their orphan years, relying on one another to survive out in the human world. Despite her constant denial, Alaricus had always wondered if maybe, just maybe the sly leech looked upon his wife with more than that of kin. Another flash of anger clouded his vision as he vehemently smashed his ringed fist into the smooth surface of his escritoire, raising the Cobra nestled against the faint white of his tattooed neck, and drawing blood from his bruised knuckles tainted a murky black.

        Orkain males like himself didn't take a liking to others claiming possession of his things, things he believed to be only his. Even with the knowledge that the parasitic leech had no say in the personal matters regarding his wife and himself, Alaricus was wary of the male. The Satyr held enchanting equine features; a handsomely sculpted jaw, sharp elf-like ears, ivory white horns, misty blue eyes and silky blonde hair braided till his waist. His chest was lined with sophisticated red curves and edges forming a labyrinthine emblem held by only the purest of divinities.  The male was a challenge, a challenge Alaricus could not afford to take on.    

     Growling in irritation at his wandering thoughts, the domineering Orkain trailed upstairs to his bedchamber where his wife lay asleep. Removing the thick cotton tunic covering his bare, chiseled chest, Alaricus crept into bed beside his wife, wrapping a broad arm around her slender waist and pulling her against him. As she sighed a soft sigh, Alaricus took one deep breath of her vanilla scent and nuzzled her neck.  He would deal with the repercussions later, all he could think about now was delving into the softness of his wife.

                                                His wife.

                                           His to possess.

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