Devour

Gideon By the gods, this woman was going to be a pain in my ass. I had to choose one with such a fiery temper. Nevermind her temper, she was vengeful. Spiteful. She was absolutely diabolical. She was perfect. The way she ripped his trachea straight from his throat was so masterful. The clean separation of his head from his body was going to be engraved in my memory forever. Oh, but the thing that got me the most, was watching her suck the soul from him. It made me hard just thinking about it. If she could suck hard enough to pull someone’s soul out, it made me wonder how hard she could suck my cock. How well she could wring my seed from me. I cleared my throat, shifting. This was not the place for me to be getting hard like this, but how could one resist? She was a goddess, ripe for the plucking. “Sir, your insignia,” one of the auction staff said to me. He was trembling, the poor soul. “I’m not binding her,” I snarled. “Without binding her, you know our people will do as they

Gideon Without a doubt, this had to be the most time consuming, joy destroying event I had ever had to participate in. Of course, it was my obligation to attend these damned auctions. Who else was going to properly authenticate the selling of these poor creatures? Surely not any of the thirty to forty other noblemen that were just as qualified. To be frank, these gatherings were just another attempt at stating dominance over other races across the realms. Though mine was one of many, Helkine were the most diplomatic of the lot. We conquered then we established our rule with an iron fist. We started with the human. We destroyed their civilizations, controlled their profits, and later abolished their sense of freedom. It didn’t take long for their cousin realms to come looking. They were the ones we wanted the most. I still remember capturing a few immortals and fae. They were just as easy prey as the mortals were. When their spirits were broken, they were even easier to conquer. Af