Such a beautiful face.
Reaching up, Project 30YR4YN touched the cool silver surface of his mask with the three fingers he had left on his right hand. Project 30YR4YN was so ugly now. He used to be beautiful…like the blond man.
There was a time he’d been grateful for his disfigurement. No one desired him anymore. Any females or males would stumble away from him, horrified and disgusted. The only one who’d taken pity upon him had been Yourko, the owner of Heaven’s Pearly Gates, and that girl…the tiny female called Rayne.
The man stood, drawing Project 30YR4YN out of his musings. The man’s body rippled with thick muscle, his hair slid over his shoulders, a curtain of multicolored blond silk.
He wondered if the man had Fae blood in him too because his ice-blue eyes were up-tilted—or maybe he had feline.
Project 30YR4YN sniffed, but he didn’t get the scent of feline or Fae. He smelled human…and Seraph. A Nephilim then. That would make more sense because of his beauty and the amount of power vibrating around him.
The man had various names. The others sometimes called him Lucien or Luke. The females called him Baby, Honey, Sweetie, and Sexy. The red-haired one called him Mister-Blond-and-Beautiful, Jackass, and other names Project 30YR4YN sometimes suspected weren’t really names at all—at least not the good kind.
The sunlight filtering through the trees in the verdant forest surrounding them lit his hair. The multifaceted strands gleamed like a halo around his body, which was completely bare. They all romped the forest without clothing. Project 30YR4YN had seen them shed their clothing on the various platforms in front of metallic double doors at the furthest limits of the forest.
He sometimes wondered what was behind those doors. He’d caught glimpses of a wide corridor with pearlescent grey walls and glossy black floors…like the inside of a space transport. Were there space ships buried inside the rock barrier that circled this verdant valley?
Lucien sauntered over to a flat-topped rock and put the fruit he’d been eating on it.
Project 30YR4YN felt alarm shoot through him when his eyes rose and stared directly at him.
The man smiled. His lips were smooth, pink, and plump, shiny with the juices of the fruit. Project 30YR4YN licked his own lips, suddenly feeling curious about the flavor of all that juice on those lips.
Strange thought.
He began to back away.
“Boy,” the man called.
And just like that, Project 30YR4YN froze. Boy? Was this his new name?
He frowned. He didn’t like it. He didn’t really want to be a boy…or a girl. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to be yet. So far, he had not enjoyed any of his sexual encounters, being used as a male or female. It had been frightening, and pain-filled. He had both sexes, though his previous master had him forcibly altered to bring his masculinity out more.
“It’s really good. Forbidden fruit. Try some,” the man coaxed stepping back.
Lucien smiled at him. “Don’t be shy, Boy Rayne.”
Project 30YR4YN shook his head, balking at his new name.
“Come on. Look,” the man sat down, resting his back on a tree. He stretched his long legs crossing his feet at the ankles and clasped his hands over his thighs. Beautiful thighs…beautiful legs. “I’ll just stay here, okay? Try the fruit.”
Boy didn’t really want the fruit…well…maybe just a little. He was more curious about the man…Lucien.
Could he trust him? So far, no one had hurt him. No one paid him much attention, really, which was just fine with him. He’d roamed this paradise freely for months now. There was an abundance of natural food growing everywhere, and sunshine, and water. He’d even found a small cave with a thermal pool to sleep in when it rained. He was in heaven…and before him sat the most beautiful angel…coaxing him to taste forbidden fruit.
For-bid-den —he knew this word. He frowned.
Why was it forbidden? And if it was forbidden, why did the—Lucien—why did Lucien want him to take a bite? Lucien ate from it so it couldn’t be that forbidden.
Ice-blue eyes watched him curiously.
“You’re over-thinking this, man.” His eyes narrowed now. “Are you? A man that is?” He bit his lip and his eyes began to glow.
A warm tingling sensation, like hands, touched his chest. It was so light and barely there, but Boy felt…something touching him beneath his tattered gladiator’s suit.
The ghostly hands caressed his chest, making him shiver, traced down his arms.
“Fuck,” Lucien murmured, “You’re a mess.”
His gaze shifted to the stump at the end of Boy’s left arm. He’d allowed the tattered suit to sag at the end, hiding his missing hand, but Lucien somehow knew…somehow saw.
Boy hid the offending appendage behind his back self-consciously, feeling…ashamed and ugly.
The warm tingling spread to his hips, making Boy gasp. His hand automatically shifted to cover his groin, but there was nothing there to push away.
Strange emotions skittered through him as the ghostly fingers slid ever lower to the apex of his thighs. Boy wanted to run away, but the feel of those invisible hands stroking closer to his sexes had a delicious thrill of excitement skittering through him. He could feel himself growing erect.
That was a first. He’d never felt arousal unless his old master had injected him with Liquid X.
The warmth engulfed his shaft, slid down to the root and underneath to the opening that also made him female. Boy’s toes curled when he was touched there too.
“A true Merulian,” Lucien whispered, startling Boy out of his delirious state of arousal.
He realized he wasn’t sure about this…this invisible exploration of his body and bared his teeth at Lucien in warning.
“Easy, baby.”
The endearment surprised Boy. Seemed to surprise Lucien too, who frowned and scratched his head.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice deeper, “I don’t know where the hell that came from either. Let’s pretend it never happened.” He began to rise to his feet, but kept his back pressed against the tree. “Let me see you. Why the mask? I can see you have pointed ears. Are you mixed with Fae?”
Boy panicked. Now would be a good time to bolt.
“No,” Lucien blurted holding up a hand.
Boy felt himself enveloped in warmth. He couldn’t move. It was as though the hands that had been exploring him had grown and were holding him, keeping him from escaping. He was trapped—a stupid doll in the grasp of an invisible giant.
The enormous ghostly hands traced back up his body, engulfed his throat.
“No wonder you can’t talk. Fucking barbarians.”
When those hands reached his face, Boy began to struggle. No. Not his face. Not his horrendously ravaged face.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Lucien snarled out.
He began to stomp closer, looking furious. All Boy could do was bare his teeth and hiss a warning. He wouldn’t hurt Lucien, but he didn’t want him coming any closer.
“Easy, baby. I’m not going to hurt you,” he pleaded.
Baby again? He was no baby. He was fully adult.
Boy shook his head. He wanted to run away, but was being held in place…by something. What was this strange force wrapped around him?
Lucien came right up to him. His hand rose, eyes riveted to Boy’s chest. He hesitated.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Lucien whispered. His eyes rose to gaze into Boy’s mask. He couldn’t see Boy’s eyes because the mask was sealed over them. It was the only way to protect eyes without eyelids.
“I have a problem. I can’t willingly touch another man. Makes my skin crawl.” He grimaced a second before obviously schooling his features to show no emotion.
Boy wanted to hunch into himself, and cursed the day his master had made him more male than female. He’d been a beautiful it, not he or she, but both Maybe Lucien would have appreciated Boy that way better…wouldn’t have name him Boy Rayne.
What was a Rayne anyway? It’s what they called that tiny girl who always tried to befriend him.
Lucien swallowed audibly. His hand hovered over Boy’s chest. Slowly it descended until the warmth of it permeated the flesh right over Boy’s two hearts.
Lucien’s gaze snapped back up to Boy’s face, almond-shaped eyes wide. His hand stayed on his chest and his breathing was a little agitated.
“There, you see that wasn’t so bad.”
Boy frowned. Was he saying that to himself?
The breeze blew some of his white hair forward, drawing Lucien’s fascinated stare. He caught the strands and rubbed them between his fingers. The sunlight picked up the pinkish, lavender, and bluish hues within the white.
“We can fix you.” He murmured, sliding his fingers down the lock of hair he held until he released it. Looking back into Boy’s metal-covered face with a slight frown, he continued in his silky deep voice. “Remi’s the best healer. What he can’t fix, Doc Quinn can repair.”
Fix. Boy was familiar with that word. It meant pain, like the time Master had fixed his broken tail by chopping it off.
No.
Still unable to move, he just stared at Lucien’s face, but bared his teeth again to show his displeasure. However, Lucien’s gaze had already moved back down to his chest again. He studied Boy closely and Boy took the opportunity to study him too.
Lucien was tall. Boy only came up to his nose, which would put the man at almost seven feet. His skin was golden and he was muscular, but at the same time, his bones were very pronounced. He’d refused to nourish himself until recently. Scars covered his flesh almost everywhere. Had he also fought in arenas? Lucien looked more like he’d been used as a chew toy for a horde of rabid monguras. Pity, because despite being slightly emaciated the man had the body of god.
Boy’s musing’s were brought to an abrupt halt when Lucien began undoing the closures to his gladiator’s suit. He held still as the man opened the ruined armored suit. The breeze was warm, but his nipples pebbled anyway.
The suit fell away from his torso until it hung from his wrists and waist. Lucien’s hand settled on his shoulder. Lucien watched, transfixed, as his hand slid slowly over a pectoral until it rested on his ribs.
His lips pulled into a slight grin but grew somber when they looked back at Boy’s mask.
Boy knew he wanted to pull it off. That was not going to happen.
Boy hissed again.
Lucien grinned, showing his strangely flat teeth. He had fangs but the front four teeth on top and bottom were flat, not pointed like Boy’s.
“I’m not big on physiology or anatomy, but…” He freed Boy’s hand from the suit’s sleeve and lifted it. Pressing his open palm against Boy’s he said, “this seems simple enough.”
Lucien let his power manifest, exploring what made up his own hand. He felt the flesh, bones, veins, blood, and tendons that made it up. He projected the power into Boy Rayne’s hand. It traced every contour, every atom. Boy Rayne had scars between the fingers he had left. Webbing. He’d had webbing between his fingers like a Mer, a race of aquatic humanoids.
Lucien focused his power on their hands, keeping the image of how Boy Rayne’s hand should look in his mind.
Narrowing his eyes, he allowed his other sight to manifest.
Boy Rayne’s aura took his breath away. It flowed around him strong and bright. Colors swirled within it, showing he’d been used sexually many times, but Boy Rayne’s color was bright, glowing, golden. The horrors he’d been through had not darkened his soul…the way Lucien’s had been darkened.
Lucien felt many emotions fill him; awe, admiration, respect, but more than anything, he felt humbled by the battle pet standing before him.
I could have been this way— he thought in shame. Everything this creature has endured and he still fights for himself, still finds joy in the freedom he’s been given.
Lucien pondered his own state of being. Only a few weeks ago he’d been purposefully starving himself because he’d wanted to die…like a fucking loser.
It had actually been Zak who’d come into the envirolevel and pretty much cussed him out. It had been a rant taking maybe twenty minutes or more. The golden weredragon had tossed every expletive and even made a few of his own. At the end, Goliath had simply broken down, hung his head in silence for a few seconds before saying, “I wish I could hate you, but I can’t. I’ll admire the man I once thought you were…not the sorry piece of shit you’ve become now.”
Lucien stared at Boy Rayne. This was everything he should be…like this brave, noble battle pet snarling silently in front of him, holding his ground.
More than ever, Lucien felt determined to help Boy Rayne…and it would start with restoring him physically.
Light burst forth as the missing fingers began to form. He didn’t know if he’d be able to reproduce the other missing hand, but two fingers seemed easy enough.
Boy Rayne gasped, soft lips opening in wonder. His teeth were very white and sharp looking. How sharp were they? Lucien was almost tempted to poke a finger into his mouth to find out.
His…her? Like Rayne, he tended to think of Boy Rayne as male. His upper body was lithe and sinewy. As a battle-pet, Boy Rayne was on the light side with a delicately muscled body. The flesh was pale. Most likely from being covered up by the gladiator’s suit.
As Boy Rayne flexed his new fingers, mouth in a little O of shock, Lucien fingered a strand of his iridescent hair again. Soft, silky, fucking gorgeous. He’d never known Merulian hair could be so pretty…never noticed before.
Boy Rayne’s arms slipping around his neck caught him by surprise. The body that pressed against his did not stir up the familiar mind-numbing terror he always felt when male flesh came in contact with his body. Nor did the kiss that followed make him recoil instantaneously. It just shocked him.
Lucien gripped Boy Rayne’s waist to push him away…and froze. Warmth spread down his groin, pleasure made his heart speed up. His tongue had a will of its own because it slid and twined around the uninvited intruder intent on seducing him. He was more than seduced. His cock began to harden.
Lucien’s hand stole around the slim waist in his grasp to slip into the edges of the gladiator’s suit. He gripped a tight pert ass, skin cool and supple. His cock grew harder. He turned his head to deepen the kiss, but his nose bumped the cold hard metal of the silver mask…and then he remembered.
“Shit-wait,” he panted gripping Boy Rayne’s arms. What the hell was he doing? Just because he was able to touch the Merulian mixed battle pet without breaking out in a cold sweat didn’t mean he was going to fuck the little bastard. Great. He’d discovered he could touch Merulians without wanting run away screaming.
“Listen, buddy, you can thank me later.” Lucien tried to ignore the sense of loss when he untangled Boy Rayne’s arms from his neck. What the fuck was that about anyway?
Boy Rayne. He didn’t like that name now. Maybe he should change it. Something feminine…something androgynous?
His eyes were irrevocably drawn down the battle pet’s torso again. The pectorals bulged slightly with the pale rose nipples drawn to barely there points. He’d seen young subs with breasts like that. Muscles delineated the abdomen between a cinched waist and gently flared hips. The dirty old gladiator’s suit hid everything else from there down. Temptation to see what lay hidden beneath the material had him fisting his hands.
He looked back up into Boy Rayne’s silver-clad face.
The silver mask reflected his own face back at him making him scowl. Lucien’s cheeks were flushed, lips reddened from the kiss, and his eyes…his pupils were dilated. He looked stupidly horny.
Keep your head in the game, Lukey-boy— he chastised himself
Good thing he’d blocked himself off completely from the others. He wasn’t ready to admit he’d kissed a Merulian… and liked it.
“We need to get your face back, and your voice.” He looked at Boy Rayne’s left arm. “And your other hand. Are you going to be afraid of Remi? I know the conceited prick is loud and obnoxious, but he’s the only one who can restore you.”
Boy Rayne cocked his head to the side.
Lucien took a deep breath and let his eyes drift down to where the filthy gladiator’s suit hung precariously off Boy Rayne’s hips. “First things first. I don’t want anything from your past on you, and it’s going to start with this.” He gestured to the suit. “Rule number one in the envirolevel; we go sky clad, so take this off.”
He backed away a few steps watching Boy Rayne for signs of imminent escape. He’d released him completely from his power hold and held his breath now. Having pretty much tasted the Merulian’s essence, no matter where he took off to, Lucien would be able to find him.
He hesitated at first, but eventually began to do as he’d been told. As Boy Rayne slowly bent over to push the tattered remains of his suit off, Lucien wondered how he was going to feel when the little Merulian bared himself completely. He was more male than female. Lucien swallowed hard wondering if he’d puke his guts when he took a good look at Boy Rayne’s boy parts, knowing that only moments before they’d practically had their tongues down each other’s throats. Lucien was still half erect…surprisingly, and curious about the Merulian.
Boy Rayne straightened. Lucien’s eyes remained focused at the apex of his milky thighs. The Merulian sported an impressive erection. No half-rager like Lucien. It should have revolted him, made him run fast and far, but he was…spellbound.
“Well, shit,” he said in a rush of breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
The cock wasn’t very long or thick, not like Lucien’s. He’d inherited his father’s Seraphian traits in that department and usually scared off the less than brave females with his twelve inches. Hence why he drifted more toward females with penchants for pain in the lovely world of BDSM.
Yes. He was an all-around freak. He needed to remember that.
Blinking rapidly and snapping his gaze back to the Merulian’s mask-clad face, he took a cleansing breath and pushed all thoughts of dicks and fucking right out of his mind. “Don’t run.”
Remi— he called out telepathically, opening up his mind to link to the red weredragon.
He appeared in a flash of red-gold fire sitting on the rock where Lucien had left the half-eaten forbidden fruit.
Long legs crossed Indian style, he lifted the fruit to his mouth and took an enormous bite, bright green eyes flashing momentarily. His blood-red hair stuck up around his head in all directions like the corona of a sun with the longer bulk streaming over his shoulders to his waist, thick and glossy.
“You called?” he asked chewing.
His lip piercings glinted in the sunlight, making Lucien hope he didn’t scare Boy Rayne off with his ridiculous flamboyance.
Remi’s nipples were pierced with little silver hoops, his bellybutton had five silver studs around it with a small chain woven into a five-peaked star. Around that was black ink depicting a sun. Tattoos covered his arms, as well as his back, chest, groin hips, legs and left foot. Hell, the asshole even had Rowie’s Toy inked up the entire underside of his cock. Talk about being pathetically pussy whipped.
Remi scowled at that thought, throwing the forbidden fruit’s gnawed core to the ground. “She’s my mistress, jackass.”
Ah. That’s right. Remi was bottom in that relationship.
“Look, man,” Remi huffed clasping his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “Did you call me here to ponder my sexual relationship with my girl?”
Lucien screwed his face in distaste. “Hardly.” He turned to look at Boy Rayne. “Come with me.”
Slowly, he made his way to where Remi sat. Boy Rayne followed, but reluctantly.
Lucien dipped his head to bring his eyes level with Boy Rayne’s. The silver mask had two openings covered in opaque black glass. He figured they covered whatever remained of the Merulian’s eyes. “He’s going to help you. Do you understand?”
Remi wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm and slowly slid his feet down to the ground in front of Boy Rayne.
Lucien winced when the sunlight made the red weredragon’s Prince Albert glint. Boy Rayne must’ve seen it too because he began to back pedal away, flashing his sharp teeth with a fierce hiss.
“Easy,” Lucien said in his most gentle voice, one hand coming up to the dip just above Boy Rayne’s backside.
Boy Rayne stopped, but his breathing was agitated and his lips still curled to show his fangs. Remi frowned slightly, his eyes locked on where Lucien touched the Merulian.
Lucien scowled, snatching his hand back. “What are you waiting for, Rem? Get on with it.”
Remi’s wide gaze flicked up to Lucien’s face a second before he looked at Boy Rayne.
He began to glow, until one could see that blue-white fire lapped around his entire body.
“I promise, this won’t hurt a bit, kiddo,” Remi said in a soothing voice. His eyes roved the Merulian’s body. “Where do I start? Don’t want to scare him…er, it…whatever.”
“The hand. He’s missing his left hand,” Lucien prodded.
- - - - -
Master Zak stood before her…frowning. Rayne wanted to hunch her shoulders protectively, but he didn’t like that. Instead, she kept her back ramrod stiff, with her hands clasped together on her thighs. She sat in a chair in the living area of the quarters he shared with his submissive, Alluna.
The girl, at the moment, was in their sleeping area tending his daughters. They had three. All three girls had waving golden hair, a few shades blonder than their father.
Rayne kept her eyes on an imaginary spot between his chest and navel as he continued to scowl down at her.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was really mad. Letting her gaze flick over his impressive body, she shivered. He was huge; tall, with massive muscles softened only by the spill of dark gold hair that rippled in shimmering waves to his hips.
“What have I always told you?”
His deep voice made her wince.
“Sir, to never kneel before anyone, Sir.”
Her cheeks heated and she could not help lowering her gaze to the floor.
“And what did I catch you doing?” He spoke slowly, softly. That was never good.
“I-I was kneeling before a group of reapers.”
She’d walked around the space station aimlessly and stumbled upon their eating lounge. Four reapers sat at one of the tables. They’d all gawked at her when she walked in. Nervous, she’d fallen to her knees in submission under their intense stares.
“And what else did you do?”
Rayne bit her lower lip as her cheeks heated even more. She’d felt their lusty stares like a weight on her. She couldn’t breathe. Was suffocating…until she opened her dress, baring her body to their hungry gazes and she spreading her thighs to expose her sex—just as she’d been taught to do.
Why couldn’t Master Zak understand? She was a lowly slave, a receptacle for the pleasure of a male…or males.
The black-winged death angels had practically pounced.
“Reiven was rubbing his cock all over your face. They all would’ve fucked you and I don’t think they would’ve taken turns. Is that what you wanted, Rayne?”
What she wanted?
Master Lucien’s image burned through her mind, making her ache. She hadn’t ached when the reapers were touching her. She’d felt empty, bereft.
“Answer me, Rayne,” he said gently.
“Sir, I was trained to please, Sir.”
His finger slid beneath her chin, tipping her head up so that she could not avoid the piercing intensity of his sapphire blue eyes. “Who do you want to please? Anyone? Everyone?”
She thought of Master Lucien again.
“You want Luke and only Luke.” His brows drew together, making her hold her breath.
“Sir, I’m a whore, meant to be used. What I want is irrelevant, Sir.”
Master Zak huffed out a harsh breath, scowling now. “I wish I could have just a few minutes with your father. How the fuck can any man let his own daughter be trained this way?”
Rayne ducked her head again. “Sir. It is our culture, Sir.”
“It’s wrong,” he snapped making her jump.
“Master?” a soft feminine voice queried.
Rayne glanced up to see Master Zak’s female looking up at him with a concerned pout. He wrapped his arms around her and took her mouth without preamble.
Alluna pushed up on her toes, her arms snaking around his thick neck as he practically bent her back to kiss her fervently, mouths sawing back and forth. One of Master Zak’s hands cupped her ass, pulling her harder into his groin.
They were panting when their mouths separated. He continued to clutch her to him as he buried his face in the bend of her neck and shoulder. Alluna’s luminous golden eyes settled on Rayne.
These were not the eyes of a slave. They had strength, determination…love? Yes. Alluna loved her Master, as much as he obviously loved her.
It was known to happen. Slaves fell in love with their Masters. Some were lucky enough to have their Masters love them back.
Pain gripped her hard. That would never happen for her. No one wanted her. She wasn’t even fully human anymore.
Master Zak straightened, his eyes on her again. He shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line and turned. She heard his heavy steps lead to the entrance to the rooms, the soft hiss of the door opening and then closing.
Alluna’s gaze went from following her master, back to Rayne again.
The girl clasped her hands nervously in front of her.
Rayne wanted desperately to ask her how she managed to make her Master fall in love with her…but that would be inappropriate. Slaves did not plot and plan to steal their Master’s heart.
One of the baby girls called out and Alluna turned away. As she entered the sleeping quarters, Rayne heard Master Zak return. Someone else accompanied him.
It was the cyborg angel, Cyneolle.
“Can she be reprogrammed?” Master Zak asked the cyborg.
Cyneolle remained somber. “It would require an entire deletion of her memories. She would lose all humanity.”
He looked at Master Zak as alarm raced through Rayne.
Erase her memories? Lose her humanity? That was like…dying. Dead slaves were put in little boxes and buried in the ground…forever.
In panic, she fell to her knees, clutching at Master Zak’s linen drawstring pants. “Please,” she wailed. “I’ll do whatever you want. I don’t want to go back into the glass box.”
Eyes wide, he hauled her up from the floor. “Easy. No one’s putting you in stasis.”
“I don’t want to die,” she sobbed in terror, gripping his meaty arms.
He folded them around her, his hand cupping the entire back of her head as he pressed her face to his chest. “Calm down, little one,” he crooned rocking her slowly now. “You’re not going to die. What silly nonsense are you crying out about?”
“If I delete her memories, in a sense she will die,” Cyneolle stated making Rayne’s wails of desolation rise in pitch.
Master Zak growled. “Would you zip it already, Cyn?”
“You are the one who asked if the female’s mind could be wiped. I was only—“
“Let’s just drop it already. Not another word,” he snapped.