Carapace (Aggressor Queen Book 1) by Davyne DeSye

Author:Davyne DeSye [DeSye, Davyne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Illuminus Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-06-29T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 27

QUEEN TAL

Another long day and I remain reclined on the cushions after dismissing Nestra from the latest session in my bed-pit. I watch as she creeps from the room, looking old and tired in her careful, pathetic, weak movements. She is full – I know – from the latest downloading session. The sight of her is disgusting.

If I had any strength, I would leap up and kill her right now.

The thought is followed by an involuntary, weary sigh. I should rise instead of allowing the brothers moving at the edges of the room to see me still languid after the session. Even so, I do enjoy the constant perfume of their fear as they work to avoid my notice. I snap a pincer toward a brother who passes too near me and inhale the delicious aroma of his reaction. A grin splits my face. I am too tired to move.

I am never tired. I am strong!

Still I do not rise.

I am never tired, comes the thought again as I raise myself to two arms, except after my sessions with Nestra.

This connection comes with a burst of fury that provides an energy of its own. The sudden power propels me from the bed cushions, and I leap on the nearest brother, expending my murderous rage in a furious ripping, slashing, and tearing which leaves fluid and body parts strewn around the room. The rich perfume from the remaining brothers thickens. With the combination of the intoxicating aroma and the pleasure of the kill, I am almost recovered.

After a brief pause during which I direct a vicious grin at the remaining brothers – Let them worry they are next! – ecstatic in my bloody release, the brothers begin removing the delightful, gruesome scraps.

The soft whirring of applause sounds from the entrance to the bedchamber. I spin to see Dev’ro, mirroring my smile with a twisted smile of his own. Then he bends, head back, and says, “I am here, as requested, Majesty.”

Fury again courses through me as I scent Dev’ro and realize he, too, revels in my bloody performance. I want to jealously guard the pleasure for myself. I want fear surrounding and smothering me, not this smile. For a heady moment I picture adding his fluids to those gracing the walls of my room, and I stride toward him. Then the scent of his own blood lust and confidence reaches me and I feel the pleasant flush of being in the presence of a similar, hungrily destructive soul. I am tempted to turn and devour another brother, this time for his pleasure as well as mine. Weariness washes over me at the thought.

Damn Nestra!

“Come,” I say, and move past Dev’ro into the corridor.

As we stride toward the throne room, Dev’ro walking to my rear, I turn and say, “Order a new Shame Receptor prepared for me. I will come to the breeding room and start it after this audience. Nestra has outlived her usefulness.”

The flavor/scent of understanding and obedience which wafts toward me is strong enough that no response from Dev’ro is necessary.

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