The Anarchic Consort Novels & Stories

Bloody Hippopo. “Oh huh! You will forget the Greek God after seeing him.” Annie said. “And I don't need to see him. I will just do my work,” I announced. “I don't have any wish to see any middle aged handsome hunks.” I muttered. “What the….” Annie almost shouted but I glared at her. She squeezed her eyes before opening them and glaring at me in return.

Lines of code shifted, then opened into a single video file. The footage was shaky, dimly lit—recorded on a handheld device. Dom’s face appeared, unshaven, eyes darting off-camera. Dom (voice trembling): “If you’re seeing this, I’ve run out of time. There’s a network. Bigger than anything we’ve ever seen. They’re not rebuilding the world—they’re controlling the collapse. Politicians, executives, black-market coders… all linked. They call themselves The Consortium.” The sound cut in and out. Static filled the room.

] I chuckled at the chaos as the stage filled. Representatives from all three labs and the notary's office sat down, their faces twisted with barely contained expressions. They looked as if they'd been holding some shocking news.

She flipped open the document without waiting for my permission, pointing to a clause midway down. Clause 17: The Consort may not enter into romantic or sexual agreements with any other party during the duration of this agreement. Exclusivity is non-negotiable. I blinked. “Consort?” Clarisse adjusted her blazer. “A placeholder term. The Don prefers… discretion.” I was too stunned to speak.

I can almost hear the crack in her voice as she protests under her breath, a mixture of indignation and embarrassment, and it sharpens the pulse at my temple. And yet, the last dangerous fantasy plays like a reel. One where she spills coffee on my table and faces the consequences of taking off her shirt to clean it up. I imagine her standing there, stripped of autonomy before clothing ever comes off — shame burning her throat as she realizes I orchestrated it all. Shit. In any other situation, I would’ve enjoyed having her too much. My shaft twitches, and I pry my eyes open forcefully. Hell no, I won't give her what she wishes for.

To the small office I kept, the one Xander forgot I had. I pulled out parchment. Ink. "To the Esteemed Council of the Moon Pack, Regarding the health and lineage of the Royal Consort..." No. Too soft. "To the Council, It has come to my attention that the Consort, Ashton, has been procuring forbidden substances outside the citadel without His Majesty’s knowledge. Substances used to mask lineage and scent. In light of the upcoming heir, I believe a full inspection is warranted for the safety of the bloodline." Better. I signed it with a flourish. Brenda of House Velra. Let Xander deny it. Let him call me jealous.

We all laugh loudly. “Come on, Michael, have a little fun with us. Austin put on some music!” Crissy screams, and I grab the remote and turn the music louder. The Sweet Escape of Gwen Stefani and Akon started to play. Crissy starts to dance and wing her hair back and forth, taking off her shirt the next moment. The three of us stare at her, and the next moment, Alexander also took off his shirt and joins with her. I look at Michael, and he gives me that “don’t do it” look. I smile at him, took off my shirt, and join Alexander and Crissy. Michael just stood there looking at us.

There he saw his outfit laid out for him. “That girl…” he thought. He dried his hair and began to brush it. His long dark locks were tangled. When he finished brushing, he found himself staring into a long mirror. He looked at his naked body and began to feel weak and vulnerable. He saw his dagger lying on the table, but it seemed somehow worthless to him. He began to wonder how Myrmidon could have slain Gordan in the Clan Wars while being naked and without so much as a dagger to aid him.

I already knew that I didn't want to see. Ariana my darling, innocent wife was on top of Carlos, lazily riding up and down his dick. Her long brown hair splayed all over her body. Her massive tits bouncing wildly. Thick thighs pumped as she rode him. Strange and mechanical like she was in a trance. A stream of dried sperm ran down her face. Over her tits. At the juncture of her pussy and the Latino man's cock. Like she'd been bathed in it.

asked Connor with disappointment. “You betrayed us when you bonded with a woman who is an abomination,” Archi said with disgust. I walked over to where he stood and had my shadows caress him. “I should become a real abomination just to cut out your fucking tongue,” I said angrily, and Archie shivered. “I'm sick of all the gullible fools like you who would rather believe the anarchists.” “I should use you to send a message to my lovely sister,” Aris said in annoyance.