THE AVENGER

Jaid Black




“That little man in black says woman can’t have as much rights as man because Jesus wasn’t a woman. Where did your Christ come from? Where did He come from? From God and a woman. Man had nothing to do with Him.” ~ Sojourner Truth 




Chapter 32 


I feel the darkness come upon me now more than the light. The monster more so than the woman… 

Evil more so than goodness. 

I want to scream. I just want to fucking scream. But I cannot lose my control. I cannot afford to ever lose my control. For if I do I will be lost to my sons forever… 

And then they will have won. 



Tara Riley 

December 24, 2238 




Chapter 33 
January 30, 2250 A.D. 


Elijah was so stunned he couldn’t speak, could barely breathe. “I don’t believe it,” he rasped out. Feeling lightheaded, he backed himself up against the nearest boulder for support. “It isn’t possible…” 

Clear gray eyes found his and softened just a bit. A hand he hadn’t thought to see again in this life reached out to him. 

“It’s me,” she choked out, her voice catching in the back of her throat. “I’m alive.” 

“Sweet Cyrus,” he murmured, his expression surreal. “Sweet Cyrus…” 

* * * * * 

“What happened?” Dr. Patricia Reddy asked. Her brown eyes widened. Anxiety radiated off of her in waves. “Where is she?” 

Kora took a deep breath and expelled it. “I don’t know,” she muttered, wringing her hands. She began to pace, an ominous feeling settling in her stomach. They needed Tara Riley back now. Without her, the child in Kora’s belly stood no hope at all. Neither did Kora herself for that matter. “She had me go through the portal first. When I turned around to help her through it, the door slammed shut.” 

“Outsiders?” 

She felt like she was going to be sick. “I think so,” Kora murmured. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not when so much was riding on the development of the serum. 

“Shit.” 

Her thoughts exactly. “What in the name of Kalast do we do?” She stopped pacing, her expression searching. 

Dr. Reddy sighed as she slid a charged flash-stick into the worn leather holster she wore at her hips. “We go get her back.” 

Kora slowly nodded. “And Dr. Kan?” 

Her eyebrows rose. “We get her too.” 

She released a pent-up breath. This would work. It had to work. She didn’t know how much time she had left, but she conceded it couldn’t be long. She could feel the metabolic changes coming upon her regularly now—especially in the eves. Slowly but surely, the beast was engulfing her. “It’s about damn time.” 



Chapter 34 


Kerick’s warm lips pressed against Nellie’s temple. She feigned sleep, not wanting him aware of the fact she had awakened long ago. With wakefulness would come questions—questions she wasn’t ready to answer. 

Last eve had been bliss—they had loved each other the whole night long, clinging to one another as though they would never let go. She didn’t want it to end, but suspected when the truth came out it would. There was the issue of his mother’s diary, the need she had to go to the Xibalba and continue her work… 

And the irrefutable fact she was the daughter of Abdul Kan. The Abdul Kan. 

Her Husband’s mortal enemy. 

Sweet Cyrus, she thought, her stomach muscles clenching, how can I possibly tell my Husband His beloved mother’s death most likely came at my sire’s hands? 

Nellie kept her eyes closed, letting herself enjoy the feel of Kerick’s lips pressed against her skin. She realized full well the sensation might be a foreign one after she told him everything. 

* * * * * 

Stretched out on the harem bed, a beautiful, naked wife pressed against his left, a beautiful, naked wife pressed against his right, and a beautiful, naked wife sucking his cock, he looked like the emperor he thought himself to be, the master of all he surveyed. A trembling girl of eighteen stood next to the bed, scared out of her mind by what was to come. She had been purchased on the marriage auction block by Master Kan just this eve and was to become his fifth wife—sixth if you counted the dearly departed Sinead. 

Sinead. The eighteen-year-old girl shared a striking—and haunting—resemblance to her beloved, deceased friend. The same wine-red hair, same creamy porcelain skin, same blue eyes. Same everything. Almost. 

Naked and hungry, her dark hair in disarray, Nicoletta Kan stared at the husband she hated from the cage she had been locked up in. Over the years she had grown rather accustomed to being caged for every little offense she committed, so in truth the punishment no longer bothered her. Or at least it didn’t bother her to the extent that it bothered Master Kan’s other wives. 

Pathetic milksops, the lot of them, she thought, frowning. Every time one of those three was caged you’d have thought life as they knew it was coming to an end. They would weep and beg and promise to be good girls—everything the Master wanted to see and hear. 

Everything Nicoletta would never do or say. 

The cage. This time Master Kan had sentenced her to a full week in the wretched thing. Well, a week or until she begged his forgiveness. In other words, a week… 

“Abdul!” a male voice boomed out, snagging everyone’s attention. 

Nicoletta glanced down from where her gold-gilt cage hung suspended from the ceiling. Because she was across the bedchamber from the harem bed, she was closest to the intruder and able to recognize him immediately. Her dark eyes narrowed at him, disgust churning in her stomach. He was as vile as her husband, perhaps more so. 

“Kalif,” Abdul murmured. He shooed his fourth wife away from him, plucking his cock from her mouth with a popping sound. He snapped his fingers and the three on the harem bed scurried away from it, taking the trembling and untried fifth wife with them into an adjoining chamber. “It’s been a long time, old friend.” 

Kalif Henders, the owner of Fathom Systems, inclined his head. “I try to stay away from the New York biosphere as much as possible.” His eyebrows rose. “By Cyrus, I swear I do not understand why you remain here when you could afford a palace in any biosphere of your choosing.” 

Abdul shrugged as he stepped into his flowing white silk pants. “I like it here. So long as you don’t venture below level eighty, it has much to recommend it.” 

“If you say so.” 

“I do.” 

Abdul slowly made his way across the bedchamber, his prowl reminding Nicoletta of a panther’s. It was a shame he was so wretchedly disgusting, she thought, for her husband had always been extremely handsome in face and form. Unlike most soft men of the Hierarchy, Abdul Kan was strong and well-muscled. His dark hair and olive complexion only added to his sinister, but sexy, appearance. She blinked, chastising herself for finding anything appealing about him whatsoever. 

He was evil. Pure, unadulterated, evil. 

“So what brings you to New York?” Abdul murmured, his intense green eyes raking over the slight form of Kalif Henders. 

A seemingly benign action if you didn’t know Master Kan as Nicoletta knew him. But because she did know him—very well—her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she wondered what he was up to. It was almost as though he was assessing Henders, sizing him up…for something. 

Kalif cleared his throat. His chin notched up. “You haven’t delivered the chattel to the Belizean biosphere. My scientists were expecting a shipment of prisoners to perform experiments on a fortnight past.” He inclined his head, an arrogant gesture. “As per our contract, you will recall.” 

Abdul came to a standstill before him. At six-foot-three, he stood a head taller than the other man, and then some. “I never break my word,” he murmured. His eyebrows rose. “Unless the other party breaks theirs.” 

Kalif stilled. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. “I don’t understand…” 

It happened so fast, Nicoletta barely had time to register the fact that her husband had plucked Kalif Henders from the ground by the neck with one hand and thrown him up against the nearest wall. The slight man was gurgling, his face quickly turning a hideous purple. Her eyes widened as she watched, her heart thumping against her chest. 

“Where,” Abdul bit out, his words distinct and precise, “is my daughter?” His nostrils flared. His fingers tightened around the man’s neck. “Where?” he bellowed. 

Apparently Master Kan was too angry to notice that the other man could not possibly answer. His lungs were slowly being drained of air, blood vessels popping in his face. 

“You have to release him, Abdul,” Nicoletta said in an urgent whisper. Her voice was scratchy from five days of not using it. She sat up, grabbing the gold bars of the cage. “He can’t answer otherwise.” 

Abdul glanced up, his green eyes that were a dead ringer for Nellie’s widening a bit, perhaps recalling for the first time that one of his wives was still in the bedchamber. He blinked, and then released Henders. The slight man plummeted to the ground. He was wheezing and sputtering, his lungs fighting for air to suck in. 

“I swear to Cyrus,” Kalif gasped, his body shuddering, his face contorted, “I do not know.” 

“You lie,” Abdul hissed. 

“I swear it!” Kalif dragged himself up into a sitting position. His breathing was drastically labored. 

Master Kan seemed to wait with inhuman patience for Henders to catch his breath when all Nicoletta wanted to do was beat the answer out of him. Nellie, she thought, her hands tightening on the bars. Sweet Kalast, she would give anything to hold the daughter of her heart again. She could only pray to the ancient saints that she wasn’t already dead. 

“I give you the truth,” Kalif panted, too weak to stand. “She disappeared from Altun Ha with a droid companion. That’s all my holo-cams picked up.” 

Silence. 

“I give you one sennight to find her,” Abdul said, his composure seemingly restored. He pulled Henders up by the hair, ignoring the other man’s cry for mercy as he pushed him against the wall. 

“But what if she can’t be found? I—” 

“One week,” Master Kan murmured. “I will come to Altun Ha in seven days.” His intense green eyes bore into the other man. The muscles in his arms were tight, corded. “No Nellie, no chattel. Do you hear me?” 

“Yes,” Kalif quickly agreed. His eyes rounded. “I’ll send out scouts immediately.” 

Silence. 

Abdul inclined his head before releasing him. “Go. Now.” He turned on his heel, giving the relieved Henders his back. “If you don’t find her,” he said without inflection, “you will rue the day you ever met me, old friend.” 

Kalif’s expression told Nicoletta that he believed him. 

“I’ll find her,” Kalif whispered. “I vow it.” 

Master Kan said nothing. Henders took the silence as his cue to leave. He quickly scurried from the bedchamber, the doors sealing shut behind him. 

Nicoletta stared at her husband’s back. She knew her jaw had dropped open a bit, but she couldn’t help it. “Why?” she whispered. “Why do You want Nellie back?” 

He cocked his head and stared at her from over his shoulder. “I do not speak to a caged wife. This you know.” 

Her dark eyes narrowed. She ignored him. “Why?” she barked. Her nostrils flared. “Do You care about Your daughter at all or do You fear losing the yen she could bring to You on the auction block?” 

The muscles in his back stiffened. He looked away. “The yen, of course,” he murmured. “What other reason could I possibly have?” 

Nicoletta knew he was lying. A realization that stunned her so mightily it took her a moment to find her voice. Her eyes round, she watched him walk away. She swallowed hard against the lump of emotion in her throat. 

“If You had shown,” she rasped out, “any caring for Nellie at all whilst she was growing up, I might have loved You. If even just a little bit.” 

He stilled, his back to her. 

“Go to Your mindless whores, Abdul,” Nicoletta whispered. “Unlike Sinead and myself, they will tell You all the lies You crave to hear.” 

He turned his head and stared at her from over his shoulder. His nostrils flared as his light gaze clashed with her dark one. “I’ll come back to feed you later,” he growled. 



Chapter 35 
January 31, 2250 A.D. 


Kerick clasped the manacles around Nellie’s wrists before securing them to a sensory chain. He paused for a moment to bury his face between her large breasts, to run his tongue over her stiff nipples and listen to her breathy sighs. 

She shivered, her nipples tightening up even further. “That feels so incredible,” she whispered, her nipple chain making a jingling sound. 

“Mmmm…they taste so incredible,” Kerick murmured from around a plump nipple. 

Nellie raised her manacled hands high enough to run them through his dark hair. She spread her thighs wide open from where she sat on the bed, beckoning to him. “Let us love each other one last time before You go?” 

He stilled. His head slowly rose from between her breasts. “One…last time?” 

She swallowed. 

“Do you think to run from Me again, Nellie?” His jaw steeled as he stood up and pushed away from her. “Because I’ll hunt you down again if you do,” he growled. “Only the next time—” 

“No!” Nellie quickly assured him. She wasn’t quite ready to tell him about her sire yet. She needed the time he’d be gone with his brother to look for Elijah and hunt for Kora to work up her nerve. “You took the meaning of my words and twisted them,” she said quietly. She sighed as she slowly stood up. “I have no intention of running from You, Kerick.” 

Silence. 

“Where has she gone?” he murmured. His commanding gray eyes flicked down to meet hers. 

Nellie didn’t pretend not to understand his meaning. She rubbed her temples and glanced away. “If You find Kora, then You find her. But do not expect me to betray mine own race.” 

Within Federated Earth there were but three races: male, female and sub-human. Amongst uninfected humans, it was the male race that turned on each other. Females didn’t do that. At least not any females Nellie had ever known. Even her sire’s wives—none of whom she’d had a care for besides Nicoletta and her mother—hadn’t betrayed one another to their Master when push came to shove. 

The problem as Nellie saw it was there was no way to go to the Xibalba without giving away the secret hiding place of so many runaway females…or breaking her vow and running from her husband. Soon—very soon—she would have to decide which of those scenarios was the lesser of two evils. She was needed in the Xibalba to work on the serum. This Nellie knew. Kora had told her as much in no uncertain terms. 

But her husband. He’d never forgive her… 

Kerick frowned. He took a slow, measured breath and blew it out. “I shall return before nightfall,” he muttered. His eyebrows rose. “Make certain I find you here within our bedchamber upon My return.” 

She nodded in a distracted fashion, her thoughts in too much chaos to concentrate. 

Silence. 

Nellie glanced up. Her green eyes widened questioningly at the intent expression on his face. 

“The zida stones have been removed from the caverns, little one,” Kerick said softly. Too softly. 

Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she nervously studied his face. The man seemed capable of anticipating her every possible thought. Not that she had decided to run from him. She still didn’t know what was the right thing to do. The lesser of two evils… What an impossible decision. Break one’s word or betray one’s race—both were considered vile in the biospheres as well as the Outside. 

“Do not force My hand, Nellie. I’ve no desire to punish you.” 

She cleared her throat. “Well,” she breathed out, forcing a smile to her full lips, “I suppose that makes two of us for I’ve no desire to be punished.” She had seen some of the punishments her sire’s wives had received over the years. Every last one of them had left much to be desired, to say the least. “Go to Your brother,” she whispered. “All will be well.” 

“Will it, Nellie?” he murmured. “Be well?” 

She was given no time to answer that question for a moment later he had seized her by the shoulders and pulled her tightly against him. He claimed her mouth, kissing her roughly on the lips, branding it in the way he’d branded her body last eve. His kiss, she thought sadly, was as desperate as she felt. 

By the time he pulled away, his breathing was heavy and his nostrils flaring. “I love you, Nellie Riley. Do not betray Me.” 

Her eyes widened at the love words. She opened her mouth to give them back, but to no avail. The chamber door slammed shut, barring her inside alone. 

* * * * * 

Kerick’s eyes narrowed at Xavier as his friend made his way into the Commons. He had that look about him. A look that told him without words that something was not as it should be. “What is it?” Kerick barked, one eyebrow slowly arching. “What have you learned?” His gut clenched as he considered the very real possibility that Kieran had met a bad end while searching for his runaway wife. “Is it my brother?” 

Xavier’s demeanor, typically lighthearted, was serious. His expression, typically teasing, was intense. “No,” he murmured, coming to a standstill before Kerick. He placed the torch he’d been carrying in a nearby wall sconce and gave him his full attention. “It is your wife,” he sighed. “Holy Cyrus. You are never going to believe this, amigo.” 

Kerick stilled. His jaw clenched as he regarded his friend. Kerick had been gone from Nellie less than an hour. If she had already attempted to run from him after giving her word that she wouldn’t, there would be hell to pay. “Go on.” 

“I was at a Pussy Parlour last night. Particularly, I was at the one Old Gingus owns near to the Crossroads.” 

Kerick shrugged. Xavier was always at one Pussy Parlour or another. Such was not precisely breaking news. “And?” 

Xavier took a deep breath and blew it out. “And I spotted some biosphere scouts, so of course I had to find out why they were there. They pretended to be businessmen looking for one of the men’s runaway wife.” He snorted. “We both know better.” 

Yes. They did. No biosphere-bred businessmen would dare venture to the Outside, let alone to a sector within the Underground so far removed from aid. Not even for a wife. He would consider her lost yen and purchase another one when money and availability allowed. Unless the men in question had been well-trained and arrogantly believed themselves invincible. Which meant that any way you sliced it, they could not be businessmen. 

Kerick said nothing, just nodded, indicating Xavier should continue. 

“The name of the runaway wife,” Xavier said softly, his eyes flicking up to meet his friend’s, “was Nellie Kan.” 

Kerick’s eyes slowly narrowed, a feeling of unadulterated possessiveness swamping him. “I see,” he muttered. As jealous as Xavier’s words had made him feel, it was the sense of urgency creeping up his spine that was alarming. He had known all along that Nellie was valuable to the Hierarchy. He just didn’t know why—still didn’t know why. He had been a fool not to press her for that information right from the start. 

“There is more.” 

He had been afraid of that. “Go on.” 

Xavier reached into the pocket of his woolen black cloak and pulled out a holographic image roughly the size of his hand. “The scouts were dispensing these holo-cards at Gingus’s last night.” He placed it into Kerick’s callused palm. “I think you better take a deep breath before you read it, amigo.” 

He didn’t like the sound of that. Kerick’s eyes bore into Xavier’s as he closed his hand around the card. He slowly tore his gaze away, then glanced down to read it. 

A photo of Nellie—three photos actually. The images flicked back and forth to show his wife’s face and body at all angles. In Spanish beneath the photos were the words One million yen reward for the safe return of Dr. Nellie Kan. 

Kerick’s breathing stilled when he saw the name of the man posting such an outrageously huge sum of money for Nellie’s capture. His gaze flicked up to meet his friend’s. His heart felt as though it might pound out of his chest. 

“Abdul Kan,” Xavier murmured. His eyes narrowed. “The Abdul Kan.” 

* * * * * 

Nellie bit her lip as she searched for Tara Riley’s diary. She knew it was here. She just didn’t know where. Her nostrils flared as she continued to search the earthen bedchamber. It was bad enough she had to choose between the lesser of two evils. It was unthinkable that, should she choose to run, she do it without the journal. 

She searched under the pillow-bed—nothing. She looked again under the animal hide chair nearest the small kitchen—nothing. Damn! Damn! Damn! She frowned. Apparently all those orgasms last eve had left her utterly witless. 

She stilled as the answer came to her. The diary was behind one of the wall sconces. She blew out a breath before investigating them, wishing she could recall which wall sconce. Not that it mattered, she conceded. It would be nightfall at best before Kerick returned. 

Ten minutes later, Nellie pulled the vacuum-sealed pouch containing the diary out from behind the last wall sconce in the chamber that she checked. She snatched it out, a reverent hand running over the faded leather journal. She sighed as she did so, her thoughts turning to the man who meant as much to the diary’s author as he did to Nellie. 

Kerick. 

Twice he had saved her life. The first time she hadn’t known it until after the fact—the night when he’d stolen her away from the biosphere. That eve she hadn’t yet known the Hierarchy was hunting her. She hadn’t known until she’d escaped the man who had inadvertently thwarted their deadly intentions that they wanted her erased from existence. 

The second time her husband had saved her had been in the catacombs. That night she could have been raped or worse. Those brothers had been devolving. Had Kerick not killed them, it would have been only a matter of time before one of them had turned and killed them all. 

And this was how she was to repay him? By running? She sighed as she rubbed her temples, feeling as though no matter what choice she made it would be a bad one. Run from Kerick and work on the serum, or stay and let Kora devolve. 

Yes, Kora was infected. It didn’t take a scientist to figure out as much. Her eyes…there was something about her eyes every now and again that was not…right. And now Kora Riley, née Williams, carried Tara Riley’s unborn grandchild in her belly. 

Decisions—impossible decisions. 

Nellie needed to work on that serum. She also needed to not run from her husband—again. That left but one alternative—give him the full truth about everything and talk him into taking her to the Xibalba. She grimaced, hating that choice as much as the other two. When he knew who she was, and who her sire was in particular, everything would change. Not to mention the fact he would be angry that she’d not informed him of her background from the beginning. 

Kerick’s hatred of Abdul Kan would be extreme, she realized. How could it not be? Her father might not be a Hierarchy leader in title, but he was in truth. Not only was he powerful, he was a decision-maker. Not even Kalif Henders would dare piss without Abdul’s permission. Which meant her father was at least indirectly responsible for Tara Riley’s death, if not directly responsible. 

But why? Nellie asked herself for the hundredth time. What secrets did her sire and Henders share? She knew they were in some way to blame for the creation of the sub-human race, but she couldn’t begin to fathom how. If Nellie were to inform Kerick of her parentage, such questions would be the first he put to her. Would he believe her when she said she didn’t know the answers? She sighed, doubting it. 

Nellie vacuum-sealed the diary back up in its container, preparing to hide it again behind the wall sconce. (A Kong of a good hiding place, she decided, since even she’d had trouble finding it.) She would show her husband his mother’s journal later— 

She frowned. Preferably after a few chalices of spirits when she was feeling less the coward. 

The stone and earthen door came crashing open, taking Nellie by surprise and causing her to yelp. She whirled around on her heel, careful to conceal the diary behind her back as she did so. When her wide green eyes met very intense gray ones, she realized she hadn’t been fast enough. Kerick’s gaze flicked from the arms she held pinioned behind her back up to her face. 

His jaw tightened. She wet her lips. 

“What are You doing here?” Nellie breathed out. “I—uh—I thought You were not scheduled to return until nightfall.” She forced a weak smile to her lips. 

Silence. He said nothing, only stared at her. 

Nellie held his intense gaze for as long as she could. Her eyelashes shuttered when the need to look away came upon her. “Please speak to me,” she whispered. 

He knew. Sweet Cyrus, he knew. She had no idea how, but there was no mistaking the look of anger and betrayal permeating his typically stoic if a bit grim features. She felt as though she was going to be sick. Why hadn’t she told him before he found out? Why? Her heart began thumping like crazy in her chest. 

“You lied to Me, Nellie Kan Riley,” Kerick murmured. 

Her head shot up. Her eyes widened. “I…” Her first reaction had been to deny it, but what was the point? She had lied. Some might try to argue that withholding information is not a lie, and technically speaking they might be correct. It still boiled down to the same thing—a lie. “Kerick…” 

His nostrils flared as he thrust a holo-card into her line of vision. She blinked a few times in rapid succession as she stared at it, her brain slowly assimilating what it was she was looking at. 

She sighed. He really did know. “Fuck,” she whispered. 

An unladylike response no doubt, but a Kong of an apropos one. 

His eyes narrowed. “Talk,” he bit out. “Now.” 



Chapter 36 


He wanted to kill her with his bare hands. He wanted to beat her within an inch of her life. But sweet Kalast, he wanted to cry with happiness more than anything else. 

Elijah’s jaw clenched unforgivingly as he guided Tara Riley through the catacombs by the back of her neck. She was alive—alive! He had been grieving her death for years and all the while she had been living and breathing mere miles from Kong. He had never been so angry, so relieved, so elated or so hurt. 

“Will you not speak to me?” she whispered as they meandered down a rocky path in the Underground. 

His nostrils flared. “No!” he barked. 

He steered her into a secluded cavern that they might rest long enough to eat. Once there he let go of her neck and removed his satchel to find the provisions within it. He busied himself with that chore, refusing to look upon her. 

Tara sighed. “Surely you must understand why I permitted you and my sons to believe me dead? It was safer for all of you!” 

She sighed again when it became obvious he was too angered to speak with her. She absently watched him pull flatbread, meat and cheese from his satchel. “The Hierarchy would have put both you and Kerick to death upon capture had they thought me alive. This you know.” Her teeth gritted. “And if by some off chance they did not, I could have left remission and turned on you at any hour. I couldn’t have borne it had you died at my hands—claws.” 

Silence. Cold, harsh, angry silence. Yet there was a gentling in his eyes too. She seized him by his two strong arms, waiting patiently until he gave up and gazed down upon her. 

“I love you more than life itself, Eli,” she whispered. Her breathing was heavy, her heart thumping against her chest. Being this close to him again after so many years… “The intensity of it has never left nor weakened.” 

She felt a tear form in one eye and had to frown at it. She glanced away as she released his biceps, taking a deep breath. By Cyrus, she was not the sort of wench who ever cried! Yet the thought that Elijah might hate her made her want to do just that. When he had thought her dead, she had lived on in his memories in a reverent fashion. But now? 

“I’m an old woman who has seen five decades,” she said softly, staring at the ground. “My beauty has perhaps faded, but my love for you has not.” 

His nostrils flared impossibly further. “You betrayed me,” he hissed. “I would have rather gone to my death knowing you lived than to have lived thinking you dead.” 

Her head shot up. Her gray eyes widened. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “When a group of scouts came in and obliterated everything within sight, they assumed I too had died. I had but a moment to make a choice.” She nodded definitively. “And I stand by the conviction that I made the right one.” She sighed as she turned on her heel and walked a pace away from him. “Today you are angry. Tomorrow you will realize the truth to my words.” 

“I doubt it.” 

“You and my sons are alive,” she said tiredly, suddenly feeling exhausted and bone weary. “To me, this is all that ever mattered.” 

Silence. 

“Tara?” he murmured. 

She cleared her throat. “Yes?” she asked without glancing back at him. 

“You are wrong about one thing.” 

She said nothing, just waited for him to blister her ears with a thousand retributions about how she never should have— 

“Your beauty has grown, not faded,” Elijah said softly. 

She swallowed against the lump of emotion in her throat. “You lie,” she said, her voice catching. Her body was still strong and toned, but there were more laugh lines around her eyes. A misnomer, she decided, given that she rarely smiled, let alone laughed. She’d also grown a streak of silver in her black mane of hair. Young she was not. 

Tara turned around slowly. Her legs were shaking so mightily she felt as though her knees might give out and send her toppling to the earthen ground. “But that’s a lie I can live with,” she breathed out. 

His dark brown eyes searched her face. He shook his head slowly. “It’s not a lie,” he whispered. 

She looked up, taking in the sight of his heavily muscled, six and a half foot frame, until her gaze at last settled on his handsome ebony face. She took a deep breath. “I would ask you to prove it, yet you know that we cannot chance loving each other.” 

His eyelashes shuttered. “Do you honestly think I’ll let you get out of this cavern unclaimed?” he murmured. 

Her heart began pounding as her nipples hardened. Apparently she wasn’t as old as she’d thought. Her very womb contracted at the mental image his words conjured. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. “Eli…” 

“Take off your clothes.” His voice went down in timbre. “Now.” 

She blew out a breath. Sweet Cyrus, how she wanted to. She could see his penis thickening against the brown leather pants he wore. For years she had wondered what it would feel like to be joined with him, to feel his long black cock impaled all the way inside her. What he offered was no small temptation. “I…I cannot.” 

He sighed just a bit. “Tara—” 

“Eli, please,” she said in a defeated voice. She briefly closed her eyes before meeting his gaze. “Old I may be, but you know as well as I that women are breedable until death. We don’t have bodies like the ancient females.” She shook her head. “Scientists made sure of that.” 

Elijah frowned. “And your point?” 

She frowned back, huffing a bit. “I got lucky with Kieran. Lucky he was not born deformed from infection! I don’t think I should chance the fates twice!” 

He was quiet for a long moment as he considered her words. He turned around slowly, his hands settling at his hips as he gave her his back. “Any babe I put in your belly would only be infected if you leave remission before its birth.” 

“That could happen,” she said quietly, sadly. “You know I speak the truth.” 

He sighed, sounding as weary as she felt. “Many things could happen, Tara. We could walk out of here in five minutes and get blown to bits by biosphere scouts. Should we remain in this cavern for all eternity for the fear of it?” He turned on his heel and stared down at her. His nostrils flared. “When did you become so weak and afraid?” 

Her eyes flared at the challenge. “How dare you,” she hissed. 

“You’re afraid,” he murmured, taunted. 

“I fear nothing,” she said distinctly, her words clipped and precise. 

His eyebrows rose. Removing his weapons belt and satchel, he tossed both to the ground. “Prove it,” he said as his fingers found the waistband to his leather trousers and began working them off his hips. 

Tara’s heart rate went over the top as she watched the only man she’d ever loved, the man whom she’d spent countless hours—days—years—fantasizing about, slowly disrobe before her. He removed the animal-skin shirt he wore after stepping out of his leather trousers. His long, thick cock sprang free, jutting up against his navel. 

Her nostrils flared. “I know about that wench you stole after escaping Kong. Did you claim her?” 

He met her gaze, his eyes studying hers. “No.” 

She wet her lips. “Oh,” she squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Oh,” she said again, trying to sound as though the answer didn’t matter so greatly. 

“So,” Elijah said, standing before her totally naked and erect. “Has Tara grown weak and afraid or is she still strong and fearless?” 

Her chin notched up. He was using her pride to crumble her defenses and it was working like a Cyrus-forsaken charm. Her eyes narrowed. “You were always a bastard,” she seethed. 

He moved against her so closely she could feel the head of his cock poking against her belly. “That’s why you love me,” he said thickly. 

Her nostrils flared even as her hand reached between them and wrapped around his thick, swollen penis. Elijah sucked in his breath. “Damn you,” she whispered. 

It was all the concession he needed. Grabbing her coarse dress by the hem, he tore it apart in a lightning-fast movement and sent it sailing over her head before lowering them both to the earthen ground. 

Tara came down on top of him, straddling his middle while she kissed him roughly. Lips and tongues clashed and battled in a kiss as desperate as it was overdue. “Damn you,” she muttered between heated kisses. 

She raised her face and met his gaze as she lowered herself onto him. She grabbed his thick cock again and poised it at the entrance to her pussy. “Damn you,” she breathed out as she sank down onto him, enveloping him inside her. 

He hissed. “Damn me all you want,” Elijah gritted out. His fingers sank into the flesh of her hips as he flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions. “But I’m mounting you while you do it.” 

He sank into her to the hilt, groaning as he finally felt the pussy he’d been denied for more years than he cared to dwell upon. He took her hard, mercilessly, pounding in and out of her with possessive strokes meant to brand. He growled as he took her, fucking her harder and harder and— 

Tara groaned, the first orgasm immediate and violent. She spread her legs wider as she moaned, giving him better access to her wet, aroused flesh. “Oh yes,” she whimpered, moaning louder when he palmed her breasts and began tweaking the nipples as he rode her. “Oh yes.” 

She had feared the first time wouldn’t last long and it didn’t look as though it would. Not that she could blame Elijah for coming so quickly when she herself had come within seconds. Her nails sank into his muscular back as she felt him stiffen on top of her. His orgasm was imminent, she realized. 

But Elijah was determined to savor her cunt. He moaned and groaned—in pleasure and pain of denied climax—as he sank in and out of her, over and over, again and again. “Mine,” he ground out against her ear. “All mine.” 

She had thought her first orgasm was harsh, but the second one made her scream. “Harder,” she begged. “More.” 

Elijah gave her what she wanted and then so much more. She could hear her cunt sucking him back in on every upstroke, could smell the scent of their combined arousal as he impaled her with his long, thick, black cock. He pounded into her pussy again and again and again and… 

He roared as he spurted, no longer able to hold himself back. His jaw clenched and his muscles tensed as his cock spewed like a geyser inside her cunt. Tara threw her hips back at him, squeezing him with her pussy to extract every pearly droplet of semen from his cock. 

They lay there joined for stolen minutes, their breathing harsh and choppy, their bodies not wanting to part. He made no move to climb off her and she never once considered moving away from him. Forever they had waited for this moment—she feared it would take just as long before an eve like this between them would ever happen again. 

“I love you, Tara,” Elijah at last murmured as he bent his neck to kiss her. “Do not ever leave me again. Vow it.” 

She ran her hand over his face, the stubble there somehow comforting. “I wish I could,” she whispered. Sweet Cyrus she felt close to crying. She had to pause for a moment in her words to keep from disgracing herself. Even then, her voice still shook a little. “I would give anything that we could live out our lives as a normal couple.” 

Elijah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, they simply stared at each other for a long moment. 

“I will not claim you until you come to me willingly,” he said softly. He smiled. “I give you one hour to come to me willingly.” 

Tara smiled back—the first real smile she’d entertained in years. “A whole hour?” she laughed. “I—” 

The delight on her face faded as Elijah’s eyes slowly dimmed and his massive body slumped atop hers. Her eyes widened in horror as she watched his crimson blood trickle down to stain her pale skin. She barely had time to register that the man she loved had been attacked when Patricia Reddy and Kora Williams hovered over her, a rock in Kora’s hands. 

“It’s just a flesh wound,” Dr. Reddy frowned. “He’ll live.” 

Tara blinked. 

“Your daughter-in-law, however, is another story.” Dr. Reddy glanced between the two women then bent to help hoist the fallen Elijah from Tara’s body. “Let’s go,” she said distinctly, reeling Tara’s senses back in to the mission at hand. “Time is something we don’t have a lot of.” 



Chapter 37 


Nellie glanced away, uncertain where to begin. The worst part, she conceded, was over. Kerick already knew that Abdul Kan was her sire. She wondered if he hated her for it and figured that he probably did. His eyes fairly screamed of disgust. Disgust and betrayal. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She sighed, moving the journal in front of her as she walked a pace away from him and gave him her back. “I should have told You. I wanted to—I swear to Cyrus I wanted to. But when I found out who You were…” 

“You lied instead,” Kerick finished for her. 

She nodded, her back still to him. “Yes,” she said softly. “I suppose I did.” She clutched his mother’s journal against her breasts. “You have every right to despise my father. He is guilty of crimes against humanity I cannot even begin to contemplate.” She closed her eyes. “I suppose I feared You would think me guilty by association if You knew I’d been sired of him.” 

He was silent for a moment. “Nellie, look at Me.” 

She shook her head. “I cannot,” she said quietly, her eyes opening. 

Kerick walked the space that separated them, gently but firmly grabbed his wife by the shoulders, and turned her around that she faced him. Her gaze remained cast on the earthen ground, her head bowed. “Look at Me,” he murmured. 

“I cannot,” she softly reiterated. 

He frowned. “I do not hold you responsible for the actions of Abdul Kan, Nellie. No more than I hold My brother Kieran to blame for Maxim Malifé’s vile life. I hold you responsible solely for your own choices.” His eyes narrowed. “Twice I have asked you to look at Me and twice you have denied Me. Why?” 

She took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. Here was where an already tense situation would become impossibly tenser, she thought. “Because there is more,” Nellie muttered, her heart racing when she saw him frown from out of her peripheral vision. “A lot more,” she quietly admitted. 

It seemed like forever before Kerick at last spoke. By the time he did, her heart was slamming against her chest. With fear of what would happen next? With apprehension of how he would react to her confession? She no longer knew. 

“I know,” Kerick murmured, “that you are valuable to the Hierarchy. I have known that for quite some time now. I just didn’t know why. It’s because you are Abdul Kan’s daughter, is it not?” 

She slowly shook her head. “No. Hardly anyone at Fathom Systems was aware of our association.” 

His eyebrow quirked. His gaze momentarily flicked down to the leather-bound book she was holding, but he made no move to take it from her. “Then…?” 

Her sigh was long and weary. “I told You the very day You stole me I was working on a serum.” 

Kerick’s muscles tensed. Yes she had. Yet somehow amidst all the chaos he had briefly forgotten as much. 

“I was close to perfecting it before You took me from Altun Ha. Very close, in fact.” 

He frowned a bit as he absently ran a hand over his stubbled jaw. “This is why you are wanted back? To finish the serum?” 

Her smile was sad. She glanced up, her gaze meeting his. “They don’t want me to finish it, Kerick. They never did. Only I didn’t realize that until later, after You took me.” 

His eyes narrowed. 

“They want me dead,” Nellie murmured. “My own sire included, no doubt.” 

Kerick took a deep breath and blew it out. “They let you work on it until you got too close to the truth.” 

She nodded. “I didn’t know it until after I ran from You the first time and returned to Altun Ha, but had You not stolen me away that eve I…” She sighed, uncharacteristic tears welling up in her eyes. She supposed the tears were due to fatigue for she had long ago come to accept that her father was evil. He had murdered her mother, his own wife. There was little point in harboring hurt feelings over the fact that he had also intended to kill his ownchild—herself. She blinked the tears away, clutched the journal tighter against her breasts, and continued. “Let us just say I would be dead,” she admitted a bit shakily. 

Had she not glanced away she might have seen a gentling in his stark gray eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “For whatever that’s worth.” 

Her gaze clashed again with his. “I won’t pretend that growing up I didn’t crave his love. I thought I could change him. That never happened.” She smiled. “Idealistic youth,” she whispered. 

They studied each other for a prolonged silence. Kerick ran a battle-worn hand through her dark red hair, his fingers sifting through it with quiet appreciation. Her eyes shuttered. An unspoken bond was forged between them in those moments. He didn’t know it yet, but the fact he was not holding Nellie responsible for her sire’s actions had served to further endear him to her. Everyone else had her entire life. Why wouldn’t he? 

Perhaps he truly did love her. 

His hand dropped, falling to rest at his side. Nellie broke his gaze. 

“I suppose now is the time to tell You all.” 

Kerick said nothing, just stood there and waited. 

Nellie lowered her eyes to look down upon the journal she was holding. She ran a hand over the worn leather casing before slowly handing the book to her husband. His steel-gray eyes were filled with incomprehension. “This is the journal all of my ideas for the serum came from,” she admitted. “Few know of its existence. Or at least, few did. I think the Hierarchy is now aware.” She sighed. “And I think they came that eve to retrieve it at all costs. Even if they had to murder me to obtain it.” 

Kerick frowned as he glanced down at the diary his wife had handed him. There was something oddly familiar about it. The look of it, the scent of it, the— 

His eyes widened in dawning comprehension as he opened the book to its first page. “I don’t believe this,” he muttered, his heart slamming against his chest. He realized it belonged to his mother before he saw her name within it. He would recognize her hurried, precise penmanship anywhere. “Where did you get this?” he asked, stunned. 

“An infected woman brought it to me,” she whispered. 

He searched her eyes. “But how—” 

“I do not know,” she interrupted. “I had never seen the woman before, nor have I seen her since.” She shook her head. “She said…things to me, Kerick. Things that made no sense. Things I didn’t really believe until the truth found me in the form of Kora Williams Riley.” 

His head shot up. His body stilled. “What do you mean?” he softly inquired. 

She sighed. “Kora was captured by Your brother while she was hunting for me. She came into the catacombs that day to retrieve me that I might finish the serum.” 

Here’s where her decision would be made, she worriedly thought as she prepared to tell him the total truth. If he refused to aid her, whether out of denial or from a sense of misguided protection, she knew what her choice would have to be. Her heart was beating so rapidly she feared she might faint. “Kora works for the female Underground,” she informed him. “She is a scientist within the Xibalba.” 

Kerick blinked. “The Xibalba?” He frowned. “I have heard of it, of course, though it is unlikely such a place exists.” 

“Kerick—” 

“Kora is a liar,” he said abruptly. “Nellie, think on it. If there were free, unclaimed wenches roaming about the Underground, do you not think they would have been found and ferreted out long ago by men desperate for wives?” 

Her lips pinched together in a disapproving fashion. “Perhaps these females are too well-trained to be caught by just anybody.” Her teeth gritted. “Least of all by men,” she spat. 

She could have sworn she saw him smile, but if he had he quickly steeled himself to normal. “Laugh if You will,” she hissed, “but I know where this place is. Furthermore, I am going there to finish the serum. With You or without You.” 

His eyes narrowed. “Do not threaten Me, little one.” 

“Then do not mock me.” 

He nodded, conceding the point. “Fair enough.” 

She sighed, suddenly feeling tired. “I’m serious in that I must go. Kora is infected,” Nellie whispered. “I’m certain of it.” 

He closed his eyes briefly and took a breath in such a way that Nellie became chillingly aware he too had suspected as much. “I admit I knew there was something not right about her. I just hadn’t realized until this moment what that something was.” 

“She is pregnant,” she reminded him, her stare unblinking. “Time is of the essence.” She blinked, then swallowed hard. “Will You aid me or will You force my hand into finding yet another way to flee from You?” 

Kerick frowned as he regarded her. “I will take you to where you believe this Xibalba exists,” he murmured. “Though I fear you will be gravely disappointed.” 

Nellie smiled, confident of anything but. “Thank You,” she said quietly. 

His eyebrows slowly rose. “For now I will let the issue of your lies to me go unpunished. But know, Nellie, that this subject is neither forgotten nor over.” 

In other words, he intended to punish her. He would leave her to wonder over when and how. Her chin thrust up defensively. “Let us be gone,” she said a bit tersely. “The Crossroads is a long journey from these catacombs.” 



Chapter 38 


And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death… and with the beasts of the earth. 

* * * * * 

He must have imagined her. Either that or a gorgeous unclaimed wench had just disappeared right out from under his nose. 

Xavier’s expression was grim as he entered his usual Pussy Parlour—again—to get a droid to fuck—again. His nostrils flared as he wondered where that wench had scurried off to. He knew she hadn’t been a figment of an overly active, lusty imagination. In his wildest, kinkiest dreams he never could have thought up such a caramel-skinned, dark-haired beauty as that one. She didn’t have the fake, manufactured look of the common human female. And if his thoughts hadn’t been so focused on that holo-card he’d retrieved with Kerick’s wife on it… 

Damn! His teeth gritted. That gorgeous wench had been unclaimed. She wore body décor—hideous, foreign body décor but there it was. If she had a nipple chain to speak of, he certainly hadn’t seen it. 

Not that it mattered. That wench? He’d take her and keep her in a minute, mastered or no. 

“Yer back already?” Old Gingus smiled his toothless grin as he polished the faded, chipped woodwork of the bar with a worn rag. “I ain’t open yet, boy.” 

Xavier frowned, his gaze absently flicking up to the half broken relic of a lit-up sign that said closed in Spanish beneath the flicking words G’s Spot. “I haven’t been a boy in years,” he muttered. 

“No? Well you sure as shit got the libido of one.” 

Xavier plopped down in front of the bar on a stone stool. Stretched out worn leather covered it as makeshift padding. “Been locked up.” His eyebrows rose as he accepted a rare, vintage cigarette from the barkeep and inhaled. “A long time.” 

Old Gingus laughed. “That explains it I guess.” 

“Not really.” Xavier exhaled slowly, a ring of smoke encircling his face. He grinned. “I’ve always been greedy.” The old man snorted at that. “Hey, G,” Xavier drawled, changing the subject. His eyes squinted. “Either I’m losin’ my fucking mind—always possible—or I saw an unclaimed wench roaming around down here. She stands about a foot shorter than me, maybe five foot four. She has dark brown curly hair that’s almost black. Her eyes are dark too. Know anything about her?” 

“No,” he said quickly—too quickly. “No I don’t know nothin ‘bout no unclaimed wench. Hell, you think I wouldn’t have poked her me self?” He laughed. 

Xavier stilled. The old man was lying. But why lie if he hadn’t claimed the wench? He forced a smile to his lips. “Can’t say I blame you,” he murmured. 

Gingus handed him a skeleton key. “Stall two,” he mumbled, effectively changing the subject. “The droids ain’t powered up yet but go get you a virtual fuck in stall two.” 

“A virtual fuck?” Xavier shook his head. “Never had one of those.” 

“They ain’t bad. They ain’t bad at all. I’ve had me a few.” 

“Yeah?” Why are you lying about the girl, old man? 

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It’s on the house. Enjoy.” 

Xavier’s eyebrows shot up. “Since when do you give away anything for free?” 

“Since right now,” he grumbled, frowning. “Don’t ask so many damned questions. Besides, I owe you for gettin’ rid of them troublemakers last night.” 

Xavier’s eyes flared, recalling the biosphere scouts. Old Gingus probably wouldn’t want to know just how he’d gotten rid of them. “My pleasure,” he murmured. 

The old man swallowed a bit heavily. Xavier could tell he wanted to be rid of him. But then most people felt that way—especially those who knew anything at all about him. For now he would oblige the old man. Standing up, he looked down at the key in his hand. “A virtual fuck?” 

Gingus nodded. “It ain’t half bad, boy. Go give it a try.” 

“I will.” Xavier stilled. “Just so you know…” 

“Eh?” 

“I’ll pay a lot of yen to own her.” 

He swallowed uncomfortably again, reaffirming Xavier’s suspicion the barkeep knew more about the mysterious wench than he let on. “H-How much?” 

Xavier’s eyes flicked over the old man’s face, reading him, assessing him. “A lot,” he said softly. “Not that you would know anything about her, of course.” His eyebrows rose. “Just put the word out.” 

At Old Gingus’s nod, Xavier made his way toward stall two. The barkeep was hiding something and just as soon as he finished hunting down Elijah and Kieran with Kerick he’d make a point of finding out what. 

He wanted that wench. He wanted her with a fierceness he couldn’t explain. 

The skeleton key sank in the hole. Xavier walked into stall two, which contained a small, coarse pillow-bed made from lizard hides, a virtual console with a red ON button, and little else. Discarding his trousers, tunic and cloak, he turned on the power button, snuffed out the cold chamber’s single torch, plopped down onto the bed naked and waited. 

And waited. And waited. And waited. 

Xavier’s teeth gritted. It was a sad day indeed when a man couldn’t even get some imaginary pussy. 

“Come on,” he bit out. “I don’t got all day.” Soon Kerick would come looking for him. His jugular bulged. “Cyrus forsaken piece of shit,” he mumbled. “I—” 

He grunted, appeased, when the virtual program flicked on. 

“Hello,” a disembodied female voice breathed out. 

Xavier frowned. What a cheap piece of junk. He couldn’t see anybody and the breathy voice sounded more the stalking lunatic than an aroused female. “Hello,” he grumbled. Sweet Cyrus this would be the worst fuck ever! “Just get to the good bits. I’m in a hurry.” 

The virtual wench either ignored him or wasn’t advanced enough in her programming to respond. What a surprise! 

“My name is…” 

He winced. Ah gods. She couldn’t even recall her damned name. Old Gingus had rewarded him with a virtual moron. 

“My name is…” 

His teeth gnashed together. “I don’t care!” he bellowed. “Just get to the good bits!” 

“You might try being nice, sir,” the virtual wench softly chastised. “I haven’t been with a man in ages and I’m a little nervous.” 

His eyebrows shot up, his expression surreal. He blinked. Kerick had a real wench he could mount day and night. Kieran, when he found his wife again, would have a real wench he too could mount at whim. What did Xavier have? A virtual almost-virgin who couldn’t recall her programmed name and was of a mind to scold him. He sighed. This was just too much. “I’m sorry,” he snapped, exasperated. He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinkin’ talking to an imaginary wench like that.” 

“That’s better.” 

He grunted. 

“Now, where were we?” 

“We were getting to the good bits,” he seethed. 

“Oh right. My name is…” 

Ah gods, they’d never get passed this part! 

“Ummm…” 

He seized his hair by the roots and pulled tightly. 

“My name is…” 

“Arrrg!” 

“Clara.” 

Xavier blinked. His anger slowly dissipated. “Fine,” he barked. “Can we get to the good bits now?” 

“Almost.” 

He swore under his breath. 

“First we must get your mind in synchronicity with mine.” 

He sighed, resigned. It had taken imaginary Clara fifteen minutes to recall her name. At the rate she moved, he might get some of her imaginary pussy before his hair went silver and all the teeth rotted out of his mouth. “Fine.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Just get on with it.” 

“Okay.” She delicately cleared her throat. “What is your favorite season?” 

That was easy. “Winter.” 

“Your sexual preference?” 

“Woman.” 

“Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?” 

He frowned. “Any what?” 

She cleared her throat again. Odd, but he found it rather sexy when imaginary Clara cleared her imaginary throat. 

“Never mind,” she demurred. “What is your favorite sexual fantasy?” 

“I thought you were supposed to know that.” 

“I’m not working properly today.” 

“There’s a shock.” 

She huffed. He smiled. 

“You’re being mean again, sir.” 

“I’m always mean.” 

“I’m about to not have sex with you.” 

He went back to seizing his hair by the roots. “My favorite sexual fantasy,” he gritted out, obliging her, “is a woman lying down on the bed with her legs spread wide open.” 

“That’s not very inventive.” 

“Then even a wench who can’t recall her name should have no trouble fulfilling it.” 

She huffed again. He smiled again. 

Silence. 

Xavier released his hair and settled back onto the bed with a sigh. “Do you really want to know what my favorite sexual fantasy is?” 

“Yes,” Clara whispered. 

“Having a woman of mine own,” he murmured. 

Silence. 

“Oh,” she at last breathed out. This time she sounded more the aroused female and less the maniacal lunatic. 

“Clara?” Xavier said thickly. 

“Yes?” 

“Let’s get to the good bits now. If you want to fulfill my sexual fantasy then be an obedient little virtual girl and come offer your imaginary body to your very hard and very real Master.” 

Her breathing grew heavy. Xavier’s cock hardened. This virtual program was turning out better than he’d thought it would. 

The dark chamber lit up, the three dimensional scene transforming the ordinary stall into a breathtaking winterscape. Naked and erect, he was lying on a polar bear fur outside in the snow. He could even feel the glistening snowflakes kissing his tanned, battle-scarred body as they fell like slippery diamonds from the sky, yet the temperature was the same as it had been in stall two. 

He was in stall two, he reminded himself. 

But it didn’t look like he was or feel like he was. Sweet Kalast, this place was beautiful. It reminded him of everything he’d ever wanted. It reminded him of what he could never have. 

And then beautiful naked Clara was there, walking towards where he laid on the fur, her gorgeous breasts jiggling with every move she made. The sound of snow crunching under her feet reached his ears. His eyes widened when he realized Clara had transformed herself into the wench of his dreams, the honey-skinned, dark-haired beauty he’d offered Old Gingus yen for. 

He swallowed roughly. Yes, this virtual program was turning out much better than he’d thought it would. 

She came to a stop and stood next to where he lay on the polar bear fur. His blue eyes hungrily flicked over her body. 

“Come ride your Master, Clara,” Xavier said thickly. He got impossibly harder when she demurely glanced away. “I want to know what my sweet, tight pussy feels like.” 

Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew labored. “It’s been a long time. Maybe I won’t please you.” 

His eyes shuttered. “You’ll please me,” he murmured. 

She moved her legs so that she stood directly over him. She hesitated for a brief moment, giving him an achingly arousing view of her cunt, before coming down on top of his heavily muscled body and straddling his lap. 

Xavier ran his callused hands all over her breasts, making her gasp. His thumbs ran over her elongated rosy-brown nipples as she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. She grabbed his cock by the root while he played with her breasts, making his breath suck in. 

“Put him inside you,” Xavier rasped. “I want to feel my juicy pussy.” 

Their gazes locked and held. Xavier found himself wishing Clara was real. 

She placed his long, thick cock at the entrance of her hole. “You’re so big,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t think I can get you all the way in.” 

Sweet Cyrus he’d never been so hard. “My beautiful little girl can take her Master’s cock all the way in.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. “Come on, Clara,” he murmured. “Ride your Master.” 

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her cunt sank down onto his cock. Xavier groaned, his nostrils flaring, as Clara’s pussy enveloped him all the way inside. She fit him like an unyielding silk glove. 

“You’re so tight,” he said on a half moan, half growl. His teeth gritted when she began to ride him. “There you go,” he said thickly, his hands guiding her hips as she worked up and down the length of his shaft. “Mmmm my pussy feels good. So tight and sticky.” 

Clara closed her eyes and rode him faster, her tits jiggling as she fucked him. Her head lolled back and she moaned as she picked up the pace, the sound of her cunt fucking him reaching his ears. 

“Faster, Clara,” Xavier rasped. “Fuck your Master harder and faster.” 

She bore down onto him, sucking his long, thick cock into her juicy cunt over and over, again and again. “You feel so good,” she gasped, riding him faster and harder. She bounced away like crazy on top of him, impaling herself to the hilt. 

His nostrils flaring, Xavier’s fingers dug into her hips as he reversed their positions. Moving her to her back, he groaned as he sank back into Clara’s pussy, pounding away inside her like an animal. 

“Harder,” she begged, her fingernails digging into his back. “Harder.” 

Xavier fucked her mercilessly, his teeth gritting as he sank into her cunt again and again and again and again. She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock and squeezing it tightly in a series of intense contractions that made him bellow from the pleasure of it. 

“I’m coming,” Xavier ground out, his muscles tensing over her. He pounded away like mad, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy once, twice, three times more. “I’m—ah Clara.” 

He came on a roar, his entire body convulsing atop hers as he spurted hot cum deep inside her. He groaned as he kept fucking her, never wanting the orgasm to end. She felt so good, better even than the real wenches he’d had in his youth. 

Xavier had expected Clara to blink away the moment he came, but she didn’t. Much to his surprise and happiness, she didn’t. She stayed there with him in the snowy wonderland, cleaving to him in a way that felt so good, comfortable to remain in his embrace while his eyes drifted close and he fell into a deep, contented sleep holding her close to his heart. 

An hour later when Xavier jarred awake, his heart damn near broke when he realized his body was back in the drab, dreary stall two, no Clara to be found. He sighed as he stood up and relit the torch he’d extinguished when first he had entered the small chamber. 

He had known she wasn’t real all along. Wishing her real and having her real weren’t the same thing. 

As Xavier lifted his tunic to put it back on, his gaze absently landed on the broken image map in front of him, an image map he hadn’t noticed before. He’d never know what made him do it, but out of curiosity he turned his gaze to the left console that he might be able to look upon his back in the reflection. He stilled as he saw them: 

Fingernail scratch marks. 

His eyes widened. “Sweet Cyrus,” he murmured, his mind racing, his heart pounding. No—no that wasn’t possible… 

He forced a chuckle. Clara, real? She was real all right, but the scratches on his back had come from a virtual wench whose programmer was good at unlocking the mind’s fantasies. They hadn’t come from the real Clara, whatever her name was. That wench had run the very second she’d laid eyes on him. 

“You’re losing it,” Xavier muttered, running a punishing hand through his dark hair. He sighed. “You’ve already lost it.” 



Chapter 39 
February 2, 2250 A.D. 


“It’s wonderful to see you again, Abdul.” 

“I’m sure.” 

Kalif Henders cleared his throat as he stood up. He circled the desk in his lavish, overly decorated office and made his way toward a nearby slave. “You gave me a week, old friend,” he said, coming straight to the point as he keyed in a code that would command the slave to retrieve a drink. “It has been but three days. You are early.” 

Abdul Kan studied him through lowered eyelashes. “I am well aware of the date, amigo. You have four days left to return my daughter to me.” 

Kalif mopped at his brow with the back of his silk tunic sleeve. He smiled a bit weakly, then handed Abdul the chalice of spirits the automated slave had delivered. “This drink is called Tamarish. It comes from the African Congo,” he stuttered, making Abdul’s eyes shutter. “A gift from Tozeki LeJeune. Drink up, amigo. It’s quite good.” 

Abdul accepted the chalice of spirits from his longtime associate with a small incline of his head. He held the ornate gold cup between his hands, then raised it to his mouth. Kalif’s gaze warily darted back and forth from the chalice to Abdul’s lips. He blew out a breath when Abdul sipped from it. 

A minute ticked by. “How is the search for Nellie coming along?” Abdul murmured, lowering the chalice. 

Kalif smiled, his gaze continually flicking back and forth from the chalice to Abdul’s mouth. “It isn’t. She won’t ever be found.” His rat-like, beady eyes found his. “And if she is found by some miracle of Cyrus, my orders are to kill her on sight.” 

Abdul nodded. He had figured as much. He raised the chalice and stared at it. “You dare tell me this because you have poisoned me?” he softly inquired. 

Kalif Henders chuckled. “You’ll be dead outside of ten minutes. Feel free to put any questions to me you might have. Amigo,” he mocked. 

Abdul’s eyes danced. “Why do you want my daughter dead?” His expression was thoughtful. “I daresay no scientist will ever find a cure for infection. Your brother made sure of that long ago. So why Nellie? Why kill her?” 

Kalif’s nostrils flared. “It seems my brother was dumber than I thought,” he bit out. “There is a cure—only one but it does exist.” 

“And my daughter is the key?” 

“Yes. She is the key. A key that will soon be erased from existence,” he said softly. 

Abdul inclined his head. He stared at the chalice before glancing up to smile at Kalif. The weak, effeminate Henders with his flowing white silk robes and idiotic taste in office decorations. “Do you know anything about erodium, old friend?” 

Kalif frowned. “Erodium?” 

“Yes, erodium. That is what you poisoned me with, is it not?” 

The slight Henders shrugged. “Yes. What’s to know? When digested in pure form it is lethal. You’ll be dead at any moment,” he sniffed. 

“You were always a fool,” Abdul sighed. “It’s a Cyrus-forsaken miracle you’ve managed to live this long,” he drawled in a pronounced Arabic accent. 

Kalif was about to respond when a large tanned hand wrapped itself around his throat. His eyes bulged from around Abdul’s grip. 

“If I had truly sipped from the chalice, fool, I would have expired upon contact.” Abdul smiled, showcasing neat white teeth. “Like this…” 

Henders unthinkingly gasped as the chalice of poisoned spirits was raised to his mouth. Abdul Kan took advantage of the slight man’s momentary surprise, pouring the contents of the gold cup in between his parted lips. Kalif began to shake uncontrollably, hellish gurgling sounds issuing from the depths of his throat. 

Abdul released him, watching dispassionately as his former associate fell to his knees and began frothing at the mouth. Blood mixed with green vomit erupted from between his lips like a spewing volcano. 

“Veni, vidi, vici,” Abdul softly murmured. He brushed off his blue silk tunic before turning on his heel to walk away. Henders fell to the ground, his face purple as blood and vomit continued to spew. “‘I came. I saw. I conquered.’” 

The vacuum-sealed door whizzed shut behind him. 

* * * * * 

“We are close,” Nellie whispered. Her feet ached. She was tired and she was cold. Her nipples were hard as rocks from being naked—except for a dangling nipple chain—and walking around the drafty Underground catacombs. The Crossroads were especially chilly. 

Xavier’s gaze flicked from Nellie’s jiggling breasts to Kerick’s face. “I doubt we will find anything,” he muttered. “A waste of time if you ask me, amigo.” 

Kerick frowned as if to agree. His gray eyes narrowed at Xavier. “I daresay I am hoping my wife is right. Then maybe we can find you a wench so you can quit ogling mine,” he said with a grunt. 

Xavier grinned, bemused. “Maybe.” His expression turned serious. “I am worried for Kieran and Elijah, amigo. Let us hope if anything comes of this excursion we are able to find them.” 

Kerick nodded. “On that we can agree,” he murmured. 

It was another hour before they were ensconced within the innermost sanctuary of Cavern 7. Xavier wielded a poisoned-tipped knife in one hand and a flash-stick in the other. Kerick was equally armed, a flash-stick in either hand. 

Nellie’s eyes widened as they neared the entrance to the Xibalba. Her heart was beating dramatically, her breathing slightly labored. This was it. The moment of reckoning. A voice inside nagged that the events to follow would change all of their lives forever. She didn’t know what was going to happen, only that none of them would ever be the same again. 

She slowly lifted a hand and pointed. “The third boulder on the right,” Nellie whispered. 

* * * * * 

Nicoletta listened with half an ear to the boring talk above table. Politics, politics, politics—dull, dull, dull. 

The Fathom Systems soiree being held tonight in Abdul’s honor was proving to be even less interesting than she’d thought it would be. The only thing she cared to hear about was that Nellie had been found, yet not even once had her Kalast-forsaken husband mentioned his daughter’s name. 

The Master’s other four wives were already above-table as they had seen to their duty and sucked him off for the assembled throng of males not of Abdul’s bloodline. He had fed all of them from his hand, and now they sat with him unspeaking, no doubt making a fuss over him to appease his ego. 

Nicoletta’s teeth gritted. She knew why he had made her go last. Because after coming four times the fifth time would not be so easy. This was his way of keeping her below table throughout the remainder of the evening so she wouldn’t embarrass him by saying something untoward in front of his business associates. 

She scoffed at that. All these years later and Abdul never seemed to learn. She could suck a blind man into seeing and a sighted man into blindness. In mere minutes she would be above table. 

Abdul’s body tensed as she took his balls into her mouth and sucked them hard. She heard him hiss, knew from years’ worth of experience he found it as painful as he did pleasurable, so she sucked even harder. He jerked up a little bit in his seat, letting her know he would punish her or at least scold her severely if she didn’t handle him more gently. But by then he was hard as a rock, so it didn’t much matter. She’d known that would happen, of course. 

Nicoletta ran her pink tongue across the head of his uncut cock. She smiled to herself when she saw his stomach muscles clench. Taking the head into her mouth, she took his long, thick cock all the way in, deep-throating her husband in one smooth motion. His strong hand found her silky night-black hair and threaded his fingers through it. 

In this at least, she had always wielded a power over him. Always. 

Sucking him fast and firmly, she could feel his muscles cording already as his body prepared to come whether he wanted it to or not. His strong, callused fingers tightened in her hair, his hand guiding her bobbing head back and forth as she sucked him off. 

She sucked on him harder, the sound of saliva meeting cock reaching her ears. 

Harder. Harder. Harder. 

He groaned, jerking up in his seat, unable to stop himself. Nicoletta’s body responded to his desire the way it always did, the way she hated. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became labored as she sucked harder and faster and deeper and… 

Harder. Harder. Harder. 

His entire body shuddered and convulsed as he came. Warm cum shot out from his cock like a drizzling fountain and Nicoletta found herself lapping it up. 

He loved it when she did that. Usually she refused him that pleasure. 

Her husband lusted for her in a way he never wanted the others—had never wanted the others. Years ago she had sometimes asked herself if maybe, just maybe in his own unforgiving way, he loved her. She had discarded the notion entirely, of course. When first she had been bought on the marriage auction block as his chattel and brought to the palace, Nicoletta had thought him in love with Sinead too. And yet Abdul had murdered her… 

Hadn’t he? 

Yes, yes of course he had killed her. Sinead had died at their husband’s hands. That much Nicoletta was certain of. Nellie would never have lied over something of such great import as that. And because Nellie had seen the deed done with her own child’s eyes, forgiveness for Sinead’s death was not a possibility. Laying the blame at another’s feet was not a possibility. The only possibility that existed was hating Abdul Kan for the black deed he had committed. 

Nellie…ah my sweet bella, where are you? 

Abdul’s hand reached under the table, food bits in his palm. Nicoletta absently fed from his hand, feeling like the naked, exotic pet she no doubt looked like. But then that was probably why Abdul had purchased her to begin with…because she was a flawlessly beautiful Italian doll with large doe-like eyes and creamy porcelain skin. The perfect naked female pet. 

But Abdul’s second wife was no man’s willing chattel. A fact her husband had a kong of a time trying to change—but never did. Nicoletta smiled to herself as she thought of how many times over the years she had been caged for her feistiness. More than all of the other wives combined and then some. 

He would never break her. Never. 

“Go to our rooms and await Me there.” 

Nicoletta’s head shot up. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even realized she’d finished eating. Her chin notched up as she locked eyes with her husband. “I should like to take my place above table as is my right.” 

His eyebrows rose. “A right I am denying. Go, Nica,” Abdul murmured. “For once let Me handle matters without your interruption.” 

She frowned. He sighed. A gesture of weakness he rarely made, so one that left her feeling confused. 

“I will find My daughter. Go to our rooms. Now.” His eyelids grew heavy-lidded. “Be lying on the bed, naked and spread wide for Me, when I join you.” 

His words aroused her and she hated him for it. “Cage me, Abdul,” she hissed, her nostrils flaring as she stood up from her kneeling position at his feet. “I will never come to You willing.” 

A vow she had made long ago and well he knew it. 

A vow she would keep to her dying day. 

Nicoletta could feel his intense stare on her naked, branded backside as she walked away, but she refused to look back. 

* * * * * 

Kerick’s eyes widened slightly when indeed the boulder moved just as his wife had predicted it would. The vacuum-sealed airlock made a hissing sound as it opened and revealed the portal to an Underground society no man—biosphere-bred or Outsider—had known existed. His gaze momentarily flicked toward Xavier. “This airlock was not fashioned by an Outsider uneducated in engineering,” he muttered. 

Xavier distractedly nodded as his hand ran over the faux boulder. “Shall we continue onward?” 

Kerick nodded toward the portal. “You take the lead. Nellie, you follow behind him. I’ll take up the rear.” 

Nellie frowned at him from over her shoulder when she sensed he was staring at her rear. She threw him a look as if to say, Now is not the time for that. Kerick possessively stared at the branding on her ass cheek before glancing away. 

The trio walked down a long corridor for what amounted to approximately ten minutes. Nellie realized that the female scientists of the Xibalba had to be aware of their presence. They would have met with resistance at the portal were they not meant to pass through it. Her heart rate picked up as she wondered to herself what that meant. Whatever was about to happen she understood that Kerick and Xavier felt it too. Both men seemed to tense up as they held tightly to their weapons. 

The long earthen corridor grew darker and colder. Nellie shivered as she retrieved a torch from a nearby wall sconce. The frigid temperature made her nipples so hard they ached. 

“There’s a door,” Kerick murmured to Xavier. “Do you see it?” 

Xavier nodded as he prepared to open it. His jaw tensed as he studied the stone and wood mechanism. “Watch my back,” he muttered. 

Nellie’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she waited with wide eyes to see what would happen next. She blew out a breath of relief when, a moment later, the door was forced open and nothing untoward occurred. 

“Go through it,” Kerick ordered. 

Xavier nodded. Within seconds he indicated that the coast was clear and again the trio found themselves walking down yet another drafty, dark, earthen corridor. Nellie held the torch up high, her eyes rounding a bit when she was able to make out a small amount of light just up ahead. 

This is it, she told herself. We are almost within the heart of the Xibalba… 



Chapter 40 


And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. 

* * * * * 

She could take the suspense no longer. Since the moment she had first heard of Nellie’s disappearance, Nicoletta had spent more time worrying than she cared to contemplate—all tortured thoughts, no action, and she was sicker than she didn’t know what of it. 

For years, ever since beloved Sinead’s death, Nicoletta had assumed the role of Nellie’s mother. She was the one who had held Nellie tight during the countless eves of nightmares. She had pushed Abdul into letting Nellie pursue a career in lieu of marriage when he had wanted to do anything but. She had been responsible for Nellie then, and she was still responsible for her now. 

Quickly throwing on some of Abdul’s clothes—a black silk tunic and black silk pants—she tied the bottom of her husband’s body décor off at the waist so they wouldn’t fall down around her ankles while making good on her escape attempt. That accomplished, she wound her long raven tresses into a bun and secured it at the nape of her neck. Her heart was beating so rapidly she felt as though she might faint. 

She just had to get to the Outside. Had to. She had overheard some of the murmured above table talk before being sent to her room. She understood the Hierarchy believed Nellie to still be within the Belizean sector, though somewhere within the Underground catacombs. 

Nicoletta would find her. Were it possible, if Nellie was indeed still alive, she vowed to herself that she would find her. Nellie would hide from her father, but she would willingly go to her stepmother. 

She could not stomach the thought that the daughter of her heart, Sinead’s own flesh and blood, might be out there somewhere needing her. Outlaws dwelled within the catacombs. Sub-humans and predatorial insects swarmed around the encampments, unwittingly sealing in the bandits from biosphere interference and sealing out the Hierarchy from the catacombs. 

But Nicoletta had a plan. She blew out a breath as she stared at her reflection in the image map. For once her sharp mind might come in handy rather than getting her caged for leading her into trouble. 

She closed her dark eyes briefly, the giddy thought of leaving her husband and his world behind tainted by the smallest amount of guilt and sorrow. Guilt because she realized in his own twisted way Abdul needed her. Sorrow because she would have wished things could have been different between them. 

But that wasn’t meant to be. There had always been a longing, a hunger, between Master Kan and her, but so too was there too much proverbial water under the bridge. He was responsible for Sinead’s death—for her best friend’s cold-blooded murder. How could she ever forgive him for that? 

Nicoletta’s nostrils flared. She couldn’t. And because she couldn’t, she realized their destinies would never merge as one. 

Stop this! she told herself, her jaw clenching. You have been caged more times than you can count, your best friend who was like a sister to you was murdered at his hands…there is no reason to feel guilt over running! Go to Nellie—find your daughter! 

Nicoletta’s gaze slowly lifted to the trapdoor above the image map, the same trapdoor she had known about since visiting this sector seven years past. She had sworn to herself that if ever Abdul should bring her back to Altun Ha, and they were to stay in the same suite they had taken up temporary residence in seven years ago, this time she would get up her courage and run. 

And that, she reminded herself, forcing thoughts of Abdul at bay, was precisely what she was about to do. Only instead of running blindly, she now knew where it was she would be running to… 

She swallowed roughly. The Outside. 

* * * * * 

“Drop your weapons and place your hands above your heads. Do it now or die!” 

Nellie chewed on her bottom lip as she, Kerick and Xavier were swarmed by armed Xibalbian women. One minute there had been nothing but dimly lit passageways hidden deep within the earth’s belly. A moment later, the ground had opened up, swallowed them whole, and they had been spat out into this…incredibly unbelievable place. 

This world, a world of female warrior scientists, was far more advanced in terms of technology than anything Nellie had ever bore witness to in the biospheres. The biospheres were composed of black diamonds imported from planet Kalast. She couldn’t begin to imagine what the transparent, silvery walls surrounding her were composed of. They were entirely see-through, allowing one to observe what was housed within each of the chambers lining the walls. 

From their current position Nellie could only see two chambers, both laboratories. One, a droid laboratory where very human-looking females were being grown as if from embryos. That was enough to make her jaw drop a little. Droids were manufactured, not grown like humans. Two, an experimental laboratory where sub-humans quite advanced with infection were caged. 

An ice-cold chill coursed down Nellie’s spine as she watched a female sub-human moan and groan while…giving birth. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Sweet Cyrus, she’d had no idea the species was capable of breeding! What could that mean to the two races of earth? she wondered. As it was, sub-humans were biologically superior to normal humans in terms of physical strength. If they became overpopulated and somehow managed to break into the biospheres… 

Extinction. The two races of Federated Earth, male and female, would be erased from existence as though they’d never been. 

Nellie took a deep breath and blew it out. She wouldn’t pretend that she understood why sub-humans had been brought into existence by the Hierarchy to begin with, but clearly their little scientific “experiment” had taken on a life of its own. One would have hoped the Hierarchy had learned what the dire consequences of interfering with the order of nature would be when the drought of female offspring had occurred. Apparently, sadly, they had not. Her gaze flicked toward the armed scientists. 

Weapons Nellie couldn’t name decorated their bodies. Most of the women possessed well-honed bodies that were tight with muscle and impeccably cut. They looked almost superior to biosphere females in terms of strength and agility… 

Her eyes widened. She glanced first toward the droid laboratory, then back to the armed women. 

Holy Cyrus. No—no that wasn’t possible…was it? Nobody could manufacture human skin…could they? 

“Drop your weapons,” one of the warriors repeated. “Now.” 

Nellie watched Kerick’s jaw clench. She could tell he was unhappy about the command, but he begrudgingly complied and slowly lowered his flash-sticks to the silver floor beneath them. Xavier followed suit, warily giving up his weapons and placing his hands above his head. Nellie had no weapons to speak of, so she placed her hands above her head and awaited further instruction. 

The next events happened so quickly, it took her brain a long moment to register what had happened. Kerick and Xavier, fugitives on the run from Federated Earth, were chained and shackled again, this time by fugitive females. Nellie was left unchained, then forcibly separated from her party. She turned desperate eyes toward her husband, afraid to be gone from him. Would they kill him? she wondered, her heart dramatically thumping in her chest. Sweet Kalast, she just didn’t know! 

Kerick’s nostrils flared. “Give her back to me,” he murmured. “She is my wife. She stays with me.” 

“That is not possible,” a warrior spat back, her smile humorless. “We are under direct orders to—” 

“I said give her back,” Kerick growled. Every muscle in his body corded like an animal preparing to pounce. “Now.” 

“She’ll be fine,” a lilting female voice murmured. “As will you. Do as you’re told and no harm will come to anyone.” 

Nellie watched her husband still. Slowly, ever so slowly, his steel-gray gaze lifted, turning to the short, dark-haired woman who had spoken. His eyes widened, which alarmed Nellie, for he wasn’t the type to betray his emotions, not even a seemingly harmless emotion like surprise. Or shock. 

“I don’t believe it,” Xavier muttered, snagging Nellie’s attention. “I don’t fucking believe it.” 

Nellie’s stomach muscles clenched. Jealousy permeated her soul as she wondered to herself if this woman was a former lover of Kerick’s. Would he want her back? she asked herself, the knot of worry in her belly growing. Would he— 

“Mother?” Kerick rasped out, replacing Nellie’s jealousy with a shock to rival her husband’s with one simple word. Nellie gasped, unable to believe it. 

Kerick swallowed roughly, his Adam’s apple bobbing once as he did so. His eyes were wide, his expression surreal. “Is that you?” 

* * * * * 

Abdul Kan impatiently strode toward the hovering land conveyance, every muscle in his body tense. A missing daughter had been enough of a mission to undertake. Now he also had to find his runaway wife. Preferably before a sub-human or outlaw did. 

“Nica,” he murmured, the heart he’d thought long dead painfully twisting. 

Always he had loved her. Never had she loved him back. 

It didn’t matter, he told himself, his jaw tightening as he took his place within the black tank-like conveyance, a craft that could hover at fast speeds above the Outside terrain. Whether or not she loved him didn’t matter. She still belonged to him, had always belonged to him. 

He’d be damned if he didn’t get her back. 



Chapter 41 
February 3, 2250 A.D. 


Kerick’s eyes narrowed at the guard as the sensory door whizzed shut behind him, concealing him within some manner of a cell. Unlike the rest of the Xibalba which was lit up and admittedly quite stunning to look upon, this prison he and Xavier had been thrown into was as primitive, rough and dimly lit as the rest of the catacombs were. 

“I was hopin’,” a very familiar voice sighed, “that when you found us we’d be freed, not locked up in here with you.” 

Kerick frowned, his eyes finally adjusting to the dark. He turned on his heel and came face to face with his younger brother Kieran. He growled when he saw Elijah chained up against the far wall, all hopes of being rescued quickly vanquished. “Why are you chained up?” he barked at Elijah. 

Apparently his old friend was of no mind to talk. Kieran, however, was. A dimple dented his cheek. “He attacked a guard when they brought us food. Now our food is dropped in through that hole in the high ceiling.” 

Elijah muttered something imperceptible under his breath, an agitated hand swiping over his jaw as he did so. Kerick sighed as he walked towards him. 

“Don’t touch his chains,” Kieran warned. “I already tried that. They will sizzle you on contact, slowly but surely.” He held up a palm that had sustained a burn. “Apparently these ladies don’t play.” 

Kerick’s teeth ground together. “Apparently they do not,” he seethed. 

Kieran grinned. “They said they’d unchain him tomorrow…” His eyebrows shot up. “If he behaves himself like a good little boy.” His smile widened. “They used them exact words, too.” 

A tick started to work in Elijah’s jaw. Kerick couldn’t blame him for being angry. He could think of no greater humiliation than being bested by females. Of course, he conceded, these were not the types of females bred within the earth or biospheres. These wenches were like a million Tara Rileys armed to the nines. A comforting presence when on your side. A teeth-gritting annoyance when not. 

“I take it you’ve already tried to scale the walls in here?” Xavier muttered. 

“Scale? What the Kong’s to scale?” Kieran’s smile evaporated. “Do you see any foot notches within the walls? Smooth as a babe’s bottom these walls are.” His nostrils flared as he glanced away. “Somewhere out there is my wife. Had I found a way to escape I would have stolen her back and been gone days ago. I ain’t hanging around here for fun.” 

Kerick ignored his brother for the moment and studied Elijah. He realized just by looking at him that his old friend was aware Tara Riley was alive. She might have been the one who put him down here, same as she’d put Xavier and himself here. A fact that would only add to Elijah’s anger just as it did Kerick’s. 

Xavier frowned as he slid to the ground, his back against the earthen wall. “They could at least send a few droids in here,” he said under his breath. Or preferably that virtual program to bring Clara back. “It would help kill the time if we had some pussy.” 

Kerick rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Elijah. “Surely there must be a way out of here,” he muttered. “We learned from Kong there is no such thing as an inescapable fortress.” 

At last Elijah was of a mind to speak, albeit grumpily. “I’ve tested the walls for weaknesses. There are none.” His jaw tightened. “The only chance at escape we stand is through that hole in the ceiling. How we get up to it is beyond me but I’m determined to get up there,” he seethed. 

Xavier grinned. “Any particular arse you’re wanting to spank, amigo?” 

“One guess,” Elijah gritted out. 

Kerick’s gaze lifted to the hole in the ceiling. It was at least thirty feet in the air and surrounded on all sides by smooth earthen walls. Impossible? Perhaps. 

His steel-gray eyes narrowed. But where there was a will, there was also a way. 

* * * * * 

Escaping Altun Ha hadn’t been nearly as difficult as Nicoletta had expected it would be. She had met with absolutely no resistance as she’d made her way through the air ducts and found herself, as luck would have it, directly on the Outside. The jump from the end of the air duct to the jungle ground floor had been three feet at best. Poor engineering work on the part of biosphere scientists perhaps, but a gift horse she nevertheless chose not to look too closely in the mouth. 

She shivered as she glanced around the dark, noisy jungle, momentary fright swamping her senses. Somewhere out here Nellie awaited her. Her daughter—Sinead’s daughter—had always depended upon her, their bond unbreakable… 

Her nostrils flared. It would take more than predatorial insects and sub-humans to keep Nicoletta from aiding the only person in this world Cyrus had given her to love and be loved by. She would find Nellie Kan, she vowed. 

A mother could do no less. 

* * * * * 

Sequestered within the experimental laboratory, Nellie’s wide-eyed gaze continually flicked toward the hungry-looking sub-human partitioned off from her and Dr. Riley by an invisible barrier. She had no idea what the wall was made of, for she’d never seen an invisible one, but her thoughts were too overwhelmed to even consider asking. In the grand scheme of things, the barrier was unimportant. The only thing that currently mattered, she decided, was that it worked. 

Her heartbeat quickened as a female sub-human growled low in her throat, trying once again to knock the wall down with her brute strength. Eying Nellie up and down, her red-pupil eyes were dilated and her fangs dripped with saliva in anticipation of a meal. Squatting down upon her powerful thighs, she lunged into the air and toward the wall, howling as she again attempted to shoot through the barricade. 

She failed. Nellie shivered. 

“They are not demons, lass,” Tara murmured, her eyes unblinking as she watched the sub-human female stare at Nellie, its head cocking. “They are animals, some of them were once humans like you and me.” She turned her head to regard her daughter-in-law. “Try to remember that. It’s easier to command your fright and keep your wits intact when confronted by one if you can remember that.” 

Nellie slowly nodded. She nevertheless felt chilled to the bone but she conceded the point. “For how long have you known they could breed?” she whispered. 

“Two, maybe three years.” Tara sighed. “When you are virtually alone, removed from everyone that ever mattered to your life, time begins to run together after awhile.” Her voice lowered to a hush. “Pretty soon there is little difference between one year and ten years.” 

Silence. 

“Why am I here?” Nellie softly asked. “I recognize you, you know. I’ve never forgotten the face of the woman who gave me the journal all those years back. It was you. I know that now.” 

“Yes,” Dr. Riley said on a sigh. “Yes, it was.” 

“But why?” Nellie shook her head before bodily turning in her direction. “Make me understand. What could you possibly have to gain by involving me, of all people? If you thought I’d know something you didn’t because I was sired by Abdul Kan, you were gravely mistaken. My father keeps his own council, always has.” 

Tara’s gaze absently trailed over Nellie’s naked breasts before flicking up to meet her face. “At first I didn’t know why I came to you. A hunch, I guess you could call it.” 

Nellie shook her head, not understanding. 

“The disease—the infection—is torture. Painful, unadulterated torture. But it does give a human who has not yet totally succumbed to the full force of it one distinct advantage.” 

Her eyebrows slowly drew together as she regarded the elder scientist. She stilled as it occurred to her that Tara Riley was, at long last, about to tell her everything. After years of research and questioning Cyrus and whatever other gods lived out beyond this realm, in mere moments she would have her answer as to why—why this terrible thing had come to pass. Why so much suffering. 

Why her mother had died. 

Nellie’s heart was thumping so heavily against her breasts she felt momentarily dizzy. “And that advantage would be…?” 

“A heightened sense of awareness. Heightened instincts, superhuman strength—an elevated…everything.” 

Nellie’s green eyes rounded in dawning, horrific comprehension. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” she whispered. The hairs at the nape of her neck were standing on end. “So much death, so much heartbreak and now the threat of our very extinction…” 

“And all because some fools in the Hierarchy not satisfied with ruling the whole of the earth wanted to make sure their power never came to an end.” Tara’s intense gaze clashed with her daughter-in-law’s. “They wanted to become superhumans, Nellie, so they began experimenting on prisoners, a population few in society care little to nothing about.” 

Nellie’s hand involuntarily flew up to cover her own mouth. Her father was responsible for the infection of all those prisoners—she was certain of it. No other man within the Hierarchy would have had access to so many voiceless men. 

“Only thing is, the experiment broke out of control, and what they ended up with instead was a race of sub-humans—creatures that are more animal than man, creatures more powerful than they could ever hope to be.” Her smile was humorless. “Creatures that will wipe them from existence as though they never were. But they are too arrogant and ignorant to realize it.” 

So many questions sprang to mind, so many horrible questions that needed answers, but all she could do was stand there in the experimental silver-walled laboratory and stare in awe at Tara Riley. Tara Riley who had fought against all odds to not succumb to the infection—the same Tara Riley who had, at least for now, won. 

Suddenly she understood just why the elder scientist had faked her own death. Had the Hierarchy known she had managed to live and fight against the perverse disease, she would have become a caged lab rat—tortured through experimentation, then put to death to silence her forever when they had their answers. 

The silence seemed interminable, both women lost in their thoughts. But finally, inevitably, Nellie turned to her and quietly asked, “Why me, Tara? Why did you choose me?” 

Dr. Riley stilled. Her head slowly turned to regard Nellie. “Because,” she said, her lilt a whisper, “Because you are the key…” 



Ten minutes later, Nellie’s jaw felt all but unhinged as she listened to Tara Riley’s extremely unbelievable speech. She shook her head a bit as if to clear it. “You want me to…what?” she shrieked. 

Tara sighed. “I know it sounds unbelievable, but I’m certain to Cyrus it’s true. There are very few things in life I am willing to bet my life on, but this happens to be one of them.” 

Nellie frowned. It wasn’t her life the scientist wished to gamble with—it was Nellie’s. “Dr. Riley,” she responded. “There is little I wouldn’t do to end this nightmare once and for all, but what you are asking of me is…” 

“Frightening?” Tara offered. 

She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Yes,” Nellie murmured. Her thoughts flicked to Kerick, and of how potentially devastated he would be should she die. They might have only been together a short period of time, but the intensity of the moments they’d spent together more than made up for any shortcomings in time span. 

“I understand,” Tara assured her as they stood together and stared at the nest of sub-humans separated from them by the invisible partition. “If I am right, we will win, and together we can bring about an end to the madness. But if I am wrong…” 

“I will die,” Nellie whispered. She swallowed heavily, blinking for the first time in long moments. She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Please give me a day to think it over.” 

Tara’s smile was small but sincere. “Of course,” she murmured. 



Chapter 42 


And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea…and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? Who is able to make war with him? 

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark… 

Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast for it is the number of a man; and his number is six hundred, threescore, and six. 

* * * * * 

She had nothing to go on but guts and instinct, no clue as to where her search should begin or where it would take her to in the end. Perhaps she would win. Perhaps she would die. So long as Nellie lived, it no longer mattered… 

Nicoletta Kan had no real worth and no value, she decided. Her death would mean little to a husband with so many wives; it would signify absolutely nothing to a society that regarded her as nothing more than mere sexual chattel. She hadn’t so much as seen the one and only son she’d given to Abdul in years—Asad had been taken away to attend a real school instead of a virtual one ages ago. And her son, Asad, named for the strength of the Arabic lion, had always identified more with his father than with his mother anyway. 

But Nellie? Nicoletta smiled. Nellie had always valued her, had always loved her. It was difficult for a man to understand how a woman could invest so much pure and loyal emotion into one person, but when that one person is all you have to call your own in this realm, the only person left to you who truly loves and values you as a being equal to them, well…it sure as Kalast made sense to Nicoletta that she would even go so far as to die that that one person might live. 

“I will find you, bella,” she whispered to the jungle trees looming above where she laid in hiding on the ground. She closed her eyes and snuggled as best she could inside a rotted, hollowed-out log, praying to the ancient saints a sub-human wouldn’t pick up her scent while she rested. “I don’t give a yen how many infected humans stand between you and me,” she said tiredly, resignedly. “I will find you.” 

* * * * * 

To say that she felt conflicted would be the understatement of the millennium. If she chose not to carry out Tara’s plan through to its fruition, she would be alive to see another day—yet at what cost? Forever, as long as she lived, the words what if would be etched into her brain like a mental tattoo. If she did, however, see Tara’s plan through to its culmination… 

Nellie sighed. She might live. Or she might die a very painful, hideously frightening death. The odds, regardless to what Dr. Riley might believe, were about 50/50, if that high. She would be playing a game of chance at which nobody could guess the outcome. The winner takes all and the loser loses everything. Kerick would be devastated were she to die, yet how could she live with herself if she walked away from the Xibalba a coward? 

“Impossible decisions,” she muttered to herself as she stared unblinking at the sleeping sub-human female who had given up wanting to make a meal of her long enough to get some rest. Tara Riley had left her alone with her thoughts in the experimental laboratory some time past. Now it was only Nellie, a bunch of sophisticated computers and machinery, an invisible wall partition and a sleeping nest of infected unfortunates occupying the chamber. 

Nellie was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice when the vacuum-sealed door whisked open. It wasn’t until Kora Williams Riley took the vacant seat next to her that she became aware of the fact she was no longer alone on this side of the partition. Both women sat in contemplative silence. It was a long while before either of them spoke. 

“How are you?” Kora finally asked, her voice a hush. 

Nellie smiled without emotion, without blinking. “I’ve been better.” 

She sighed. “I’ll just bet. Sweet Kalast, I’m sorry you’ve been put in so ugly a position.” 

Nellie’s smile this time was genuine as her gaze flicked over to the other scientist’s. “Me too.” 

Kora chuckled, but said nothing else. Both women reverted to the silence that had previously engulfed the chamber. 

“You want me to do it, don’t you?” Nellie at last whispered. 

“Yes,” Kora said truthfully, matter-of-factly. She tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear. “But my reasons are far from altruistic as I think you’ve already surmised. Therefore, I cannot in good conscience ask you to do it.” 

“Tara Riley’s reasons aren’t precisely altruistic either,” Nellie pointed out. “That didn’t stop her from asking me.” 

Kora grinned. “It wouldn’t. She’s a battleaxe through and through.” 

Nellie smiled, conceding the point. 

More silence, though a peaceful one. And then, “Have you made a decision?” Kora quietly asked. 

“I have.” Nellie inclined her head, her gaze back on the nest of sleeping sub-humans. “I know I can’t live with myself if I don’t give Tara’s plan a try.” 

Kora closed her eyes briefly as she took a deep breath, the gesture underscoring her relief. “Thank you,” she said simply. 

“You’re welcome.” Nellie sighed as she ran a tired hand through her dark red mane of hair. “I will proceed with the plan on the morrow…after my last request has been granted.” 

“What request is that?” 

“Kerick,” she whispered. Her smile was nostalgic and a bit sad. “I have to see him one last time.” 

* * * * * 

Nicoletta’s forehead wrinkled as she slowly came to, the unmistakable feeling of arousal knotting in her belly. She had fled from Altun Ha wearing her husband’s body décor—the clothes were ill-fitted and ill-suited perhaps, but she’d definitely had them on. 

Yet now she felt…naked. Undeniably, achingly naked. 

She moaned a little as the cool nighttime jungle breeze hit her exposed nipples, making them plump up on her large breasts. She could feel the air coming into contact with her exposed pussy too, making her wet. “Oh,” she whispered, her eyelashes batting open to reveal dark, passion-drunk eyes. “Mmmm…” 

She stilled when she saw it. Ice-cold terror lanced through her. She could barely believe it, felt as though she might pass out from shock if she wasn’t exterminated first. But there it was— 

A male… 

A sub-human. 

Her breathing grew labored, inducing her breasts to heave up and down. She could see the outline of his chiseled, dangerously masculine face from between her two large breasts. His mouth was filled with sharp, dagger-like teeth and was scarce inches from her stiff, aching nipples. His blood-red gaze was heavy-lidded and more aroused than she’d ever seen. 

Run! she told herself. Get up and run! But the effort was fruitless and she knew it. The male was on top of her—it wanted to mount her…mount her! Escape, at least for now, was impossible. Sweet Cyrus… 

“Please,” she panted out, her heart slamming against her chest. “Please do not kill me. I—” 

Whatever Nicoletta had been about to say was waylaid as she watched the creature’s tongue flick out and curl around one of her jutting nipples. She hissed in the back of her throat, the feeling as frightening as it was pleasurable to nipples so stiff as hers were. “Do not,” she gasped, “touch me.” 

He paid her words no mind at all. She wondered if he even understood them. 

The creature’s tongue tugged at her nipple and pulled it into the warmth of his mouth. He suckled it vigorously, making her moan before she’d thought better of it. Unthinkingly, she arched her hips—then wished she hadn’t. Her eyes widened in horror as she remembered the sub-human male had the look of a creature wanting to impregnate its mate… 

Ah gods. 

His large hands palmed her breasts as he lifted his head and stared down into her face. Sheer, unadulterated panic engulfed her. He possessed the look of a man and yet he didn’t. He was stronger looking than a human male and a thousand times deadlier. His face was slightly contorted, more powerful and chiseled than what it would have been in his former life. His hair was dark, the irises of his eyes an intense, haunting blood red. His serrated teeth were like something out of a virtual horror movie. 

Help me! she mentally wailed. For the love of the ancient saints, Abdul, save me! 

The beast played with her nipples as he watched her, his long, black, vampire-like fingernails scraping against her breasts in a way that forced shimmers of arousal to course down her spine. Why her? she asked herself, sheer terror at war with arousal. Why hadn’t it killed her? Why did it wish to mount her? Why— 

Nicoletta gasped as his large, thick cock sank into her cunt. His eyes slightly rolled back into his head, a territorial growl rumbling up from his throat. Her heart slammed against her chest, her breathing heavy and shallow. She was in such shock, all she could do was lie there with wide eyes and drag in quick, tiny lungfuls of air. 

He began to rock in and out of her, slowly at first, then with more brute force. A warning growl reverberated in the whorl of her ear, letting her know if she tried to deny him what he wanted she was as good as dead. 

“Please,” Nicoletta gasped, hysteria pounding through her. “Let me go—” 

His roar of denial was as deafening as it was frightening. Her heart raced impossibly higher as he sank his thick cock in her pussy to the hilt and fucked her like the animal he was. He took her faster and harder, branding her as his possession with every stroke. 

No, she thought, terror overwhelming her. It would kill her when it finished with her. Sweet Cyrus, Abdul, where are you when I need you? 

Just when Nicoletta was certain she would pass out from the fright of it all, her gaze unthinkingly found the creature’s. Staring into his crimson gaze, unable for some bizarre reason to look away, she felt her heart rate begin to come down, felt a curious sense of calm steal over her. 

She was being mesmerized, hypnotized. Ah gods… 

A territorial roar echoed throughout the harsh jungle landscape. Within seconds, both of her large breasts had been palmed and the sub-human male was again fucking her. His fingernails scraped against her breasts, causing her to groan with arousal against her volition. His cock impaled her, sinking in and out of her pussy, over and over, again and again. 

Lying on her back, her legs spread open while it fucked her, her tits jiggling with every thrust in the hands that palmed them, she felt like a sexual sacrifice being offered up to an all-powerful beast-god. She could hear their flesh meeting, could hear her pussy sucking his cock back in with every outstroke. 

“Why me?” she breathed out. “Why did you not kill me?” 

It didn’t answer. She hadn’t figured it would. 

The beast slammed into her cunt, his growl once again piercing the quiet nighttime jungle. He scraped her breasts hard with his vampire-like fingernails, causing Nicoletta to instantaneously gasp and come. Her body shuddered, not understanding what had caused such a reaction on her part, as she felt the creature’s entire musculature tense above her. 

It was coming. Holy Kalast, it was coming. 

For the love of the ancient saints, Abdul, do not let this thing impregnate me! she mentally wailed. Ah Cyrus, please…noooooo! 

The sub-human male rode her hard, fucking her mercilessly. His growl increased in intensity as he squeezed her breasts and impaled her cunt once, twice, three times more. With a roar that should have deafened her, the beast sank his cock into her sticky pussy a final time, his entire body convulsing as he emptied himself of seed inside her. 

Nicoletta lay there, unable to move, unable to blink. She felt as in shock as she was mesmerized. She could be pregnant, she thought, swallowing roughly. Even now a tiny demon could be implanted in her womb. 

No! Nooooooo! 



Chapter 43 
February 4, 2250 A.D. 


Kerick awoke feeling very groggy and disoriented, wearing the same black leather pants, black tunic and black boots he’d fallen to sleep in. He moaned a little in the back of his throat as he slowly came to. Realizing that he had been secured in the sitting position to an animal hide chair, his arms chained behind him, his feet manacled to the floor, he frowned, wondering how he’d gotten here. 

He blinked. Little by little memories of what had transpired last eve streamed to the forefront of his consciousness. He vaguely recalled he and his men trying to find an escape route. After that, all he could remember was the chamber being showered with a gas that made them all lose consciousness outside of thirty seconds. His last memory was coughing and gagging as he fell to the earthen ground. 

Kerick’s jaw clenched hotly, anger radiating through him in waves. That his own Cyrus-forsaken mother could allow him to be treated thusly well and truly rankled. He had no idea what would possess her to enchain her own son and ally, but he wanted some answers and he wanted them now. 

Somehow, though he knew not how, he understood that Tara Riley wanted his wife as more than a mere daughter-in-law. His mother needed Nellie to accomplish…something. The thought that his wife might be in harm’s way because of that something caused Kerick to feel desperation the likes of which he’d never before entertained. 

A cold, ominous feeling settled in his gut and knotted as he considered the fact that his mother was most likely keeping him chained up so he could not and would not interfere with whatever plans she had concocted for Nellie. In fact, the more he thought on it, the more certain he became. He only wished he knew what those plans were so he could formulate a plan of action. Obviously it someway involved sub-humans and the serum but how was the big question. 

A door whisked open from behind him, snaring Kerick’s undivided attention. He cocked his head and stared over his shoulder to see who the footfalls he heard belonged to. His eyes widened when he saw his wife enter the chamber, the vacuum-sealed airlock shutting behind her. 

Kerick was so relieved and elated to see that Nellie was here and okay that he almost—almost—smiled. His good mood was short-lived, however, when it occurred to him that his wife had been clothed, her nipple rings and chain hidden from the world. 

His brand on her buttocks hidden from the world. 

His nostrils flared. To all who didn’t know better, it would appear that Nellie Kan Riley was still claimable. The skin-tight body suit she wore was a camouflaged jungle green and covered her skin from neck to ankle. Every muscle in his body clenched in reaction, the anger and desperateness he felt increasing a thousand fold. 

“Nice body décor,” Kerick said softly, meaningfully, his eyes narrowing at his wife’s approaching form. 

Nellie sighed as she came to stand before him. She nervously patted the dark red bun at the nape of her neck into place, skittishly avoiding his gaze all the while. “Kerick,” she whispered, “we need to talk…” 

His heart began lashing against his chest. Was she here to break things off with him, to tell him she would belong to no man? His stomach tightened at the mere thought. He would never let her go—never. His Kong-forsaken mother would have to kill him before he’d give his wife up. 

“Yes?” Kerick murmured. “What do you wish to talk about?” His voice turned icy. “I assume whatever you have to say will explain the unwanted body décor?” he barked. 

Nellie nodded, confirming his suspicion. Sweet Cyrus, she couldn’t be thinking to leave him, he thought, his heart wrenching. He had claimed her, branded her…loved her. Had he been the only one who had felt a special bond growing between them? No. 

“My last request was that I be permitted to see You,” Nellie said quietly, still looking to the ground. Finally her head came up. She met his gaze and peered into his eyes. “I want You to promise me that no matter what happens, You’ll be okay—with or without me.” 

He stilled. Kerick had thought Nellie came into the chamber to inform him of her designs to leave him. Clearly that had not been her intent, a fact that would have made him sigh in relief had his anger and hurt not been abruptly replaced with confusion and dread. Her words had sent a chill down his spine the likes of which nothing else could compete. It was as though she was preparing to die. 

“Nellie,” Kerick said thickly, his voice kept low. “What are you trying to tell Me?” 

Her eyes briefly closed as she concentrated on breathing. “There’s a chance I can help end the nightmare,” she whispered, her eyes opening as her hands fidgeted to and fro. “And it’s a chance I have to take regardless of the potential outcome.” She shook her head. “I owe it to my mother.” She glanced away, her smile sad. “I owe it to everyone.” 

“No,” Kerick barked, “you do not.” He recognized what this was about, of course. He knew she felt guilt at the role her father played within the Hierarchy and of the fact so much death and disease could be placed at his doorstep. But Nellie Kan Riley was not her father. He wanted to strangle his mother for using his wife’s misplaced sense of guilt to further her own purposes. “I have no idea what game My mother is playing with your mind, but I—” 

“There is no game,” Nellie cut in. She sighed. “Tara has spent the last fifteen years of Your imprisonment finding answers. She’s certain she at last found the right ones. Hopefully all will be well and this won’t lead to my death—” 

“This?” Kerick gritted out. He wanted loose. Sweet Cyrus he needed to get loose and protect his wife. “What is this precisely?” 

“I cannot say,” Nellie whispered, glancing up. She threw a hand toward the floating robotic console hovering above them. The robot was a small, silver box-like device that transmitted audio and visual data back to the Command Centre. If she began saying too much, they’d both be immediately gassed or disabled in some manner. “It was the only way I could gain permission to visit You down here. Even now they listen to my every word.” 

“Nellie—” 

“Goodbye, Kerick.” She held up a palm to silence him. “I needed to see You,” she said softly. “I needed You to know how much I love You before I go.” 

Something wrenched in the vicinity of his heart. He opened his mouth to command her to obey him and not go wherever it was Tara Riley thought to take her, but before he could get out a single word Nellie threaded her fingers through his dark hair and covered his mouth with her own. 

She kissed him long and passionately, her tongue thrusting between his lips and seeking his. He kissed her back with a desperation that bordered on violent, the thought of losing her enough to drive him over the edge. If the mere thought did as much to him, he could only wonder at what would become of him were he to lose Nellie in truth. 

By the time she broke away and ended the kiss, both of their breathing had grown labored. Their gazes met and held for an indeterminate amount of time. 

“I have to go,” Nellie at last whispered. Her eyes gentled as she smiled. “Just know that I love You.” 

“Nellie,” Kerick said anxiously, watching her take long strides away from him. His nostrils flared. “Nellie, come back here! I order you to come back to Me!” 

The vacuum-sealed door whisked open as he continued to bellow her name. She walked quickly through the portico then turned around to stare at him as the door whizzed shut. Just before it closed he saw a single tear track down her cheek, the sight of which was his undoing. 

A guttural sound erupted from Kerick’s throat as he thrashed against the chains and manacles that held him bound. He had to get loose—had to. He loved her and he refused to lose her. 

Nellie. Sweet, selfless Nellie… 

Kerick had no clue as to what plan his mother had concocted, but he vowed to himself he would find out. 

Preferably before it was too late. 



Chapter 44 


Nellie quietly and stoically walked at the head of the single-file line of female warrior scientists as they made their way from the protection of the Xibalba and into the heart of the Belizean jungle. She might have appeared calm on the outside, but on the inside she felt like a ball of tightly frayed nerves. Outfitted in camouflaged body décor that plastered her curves like a second skin, she clutched her flash-stick tighter as the group continued its ascent from the cold belly of the earth to the warmer climate of the Outside tropics. 

Kora had offered Nellie the use of a weapon she’d called a zapping rod, which worked similarly to a flash-stick in that it contained electrical current that sizzled one’s opponent to nothingness outside of a mere second. The zapping rod was, perhaps, more advanced, less bulky and more efficient a killer than the flash-stick, but because Nellie had never used one before she decided to arm herself with the weapon she did know—now, she decided, was hardly an ideal time to defend herself with a weapon foreign to her. 

Dr. Riley knew from observation of sub-human packs that the species tended to hunt, breed and congregate close to water supplies, so Nellie doubted much in the way of potentially deadly would happen for another few hours or so. And yet her heart continued to pound away in her chest as though death lay in waiting just past the next boulder. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, realizing she had to calm down. It was smart to keep her senses on high alert, but too much adrenaline could work against her. 

“We’ll take a right at that fork,” Tara informed the group as she marched up to Nellie’s side. She held up a torch, pointing out where the path within the earth would branch off into two disparate routes. “Another five minutes and we’ll be on the Outside. Doctors!” she said in that efficient, to-the-point lilt of hers, “ready your weapons for detonation.” She frowned. “And for the love of Kalast, do not accidentally detonate them. One woman’s accident is another woman’s death.” 

Nellie glanced over to the elder scientist. Her mother-in-law wore the same skin-tight body décor as did she, the green and brown thing a perfect affectation of the jungle environment. Her long raven hair was held secured into a bun at the nape of her neck, the silver streak that ran through one side somehow making her appear wiser, deadlier and, strangely, more attractive as well. A streak of silver would have made any other woman look old. It made Tara Riley look like what she was: a determined rebel, a fighter who had earned her stripe. 

“We’re almost there,” Kora announced. She was silent for a moment and then, “I can smell them,” she murmured. 

Nellie’s breathing momentarily stilled. “What do you mean?” she whispered. “What can you smell?” She turned her head long enough to meet the gaze of her sister-in-law who walked just behind her. 

“Them,” Kora reiterated on a sigh. “My kind.” 

Swallowing roughly, Nellie decided not to question her further. She could pretty much surmise which them was being referred to. When she saw the unmistakable color of crimson-red briefly flicker through Kora’s eyes, she knew which them was being referred to. 

“We’ve reached the fork,” Tara threw out to the group. “Dr. Reddy, continue to probe for animal activity with your reading devices just in case my senses don’t pick it up.” 

“Will do.” 

Nellie’s heart began slamming in her chest once more as the group of rebel scientists rounded the fork and continued their upward ascent. It would be but mere moments now before they were spit out into the heart of the deadly jungle. And then, very soon, she would come face-to 

-face with destiny. But what, Nellie nervously asked herself again, was her destiny? 

Death or victory. It was anyone’s guess. 

* * * * * 

“We are wasting our time,” Xavier announced with a frown. His breathing heavy from trying—and failing—to scale the wall again, he swiped at the perspiration soaking his forehead with the back of his arm. “For two hours we have been trying to reach that hole up there and I’m tellin’ you we won’t be reaching it, amigos. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. It’s time to think up an alternative or we’ll be in this pit forever.” 

Kerick matched his frown with one of his own. “I have been trying to think up alternatives ever since we were thrown into this damn hole. I don’t give a yen how we get out,” he growled. “I just want out—now.” 

“We still ain’t figured out how to get those chains off Elijah,” Kieran pointed out. “I don’t know where any of us thinks we’re going until we get them off him anyway. I mean, we can’t hardly leave him here wearing chains that can eat through his flesh. What if he falls asleep wrong and his head touches one of those wrist chains?” His eyebrows shot up. “Can we say ‘lobotomy’?” 

“Thank you,” Elijah sniffed. “I’m glad somebody around here cares,” he grumbled. 

“I hadn’t planned to leave you here in chains,” Kerick snapped. “Let me handle one worry at a time. I think that—” His words came to an abrupt halt as the tentative beginnings of an idea struck him. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “The chains eat through flesh, you say?” he murmured. 

Elijah frowned as he rattled his chains, underscoring the obvious answer that he had no answer. His hands were secured, untouching, at either side of his head. His feet were manacled, untouching, to bolts coming up out of the ground. “The only proof I have they can eat through flesh is the burn on your brother’s hand.” His eyebrows slowly drew together. “Just what are you thinking, amigo?” 

“If they can eat through flesh,” Kerick pondered aloud, his mind racing, “then perhaps they can eat through each other.” 

A hopeful look crossed Xavier’s face. “Fuck me! They might even be able to eat through the door.” 

“It’s possible.” 

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” Kieran said, running a hand through his hair. “I hate to be the voice of gloom and doom here but how are we gonna get them to touch? They ain’t crossed, obviously for that reason!” 

“We make ‘em cross!” Xavier shouted back. “I want the fuck out of here!” 

“We can’t just make ‘em cross!” Kieran bellowed. “There ain’t no fuckin’—” 

“Break my arm,” Elijah murmured. 

Silence fell over the underground pit as all eyes flew to the man in chains. Kerick slowly shook his head. “Give me a moment to think up something else. I—” 

“There is nothing else,” Elijah interrupted. His nostrils flared as his gaze snared Kerick’s. “Break it, old friend.” 

“Ah Cyrus, I’m gonna puke,” Kieran muttered. 

Kerick ignored his brother. His gaze never strayed from Elijah’s. “You sure?” he murmured. 

“Yes.” 

Kieran threw up his hands. “I ain’t watchin’. I’m here to tell ya, I ain’t watchin’!” 

“Oh, yes you are,” Xavier informed him. “You’re going to hold him steady on one side and me on the other so Kerick can make the break as clean and quick as possible.” 

“You know,” Kieran said, wagging a finger at nobody in particular. “Ever since the three of you broke out of Kong, my life’s been one ‘adventure’ after the next. I ain’t helpin’ to break nobody’s arm and that is that.” He folded his arms across his chest. “I’ve got limits,” he sniffed. 

“You’re gonna have my foot up your arse in half a minute,” Xavier said, exasperated. 

“It’ll match the one I put up yours!” 

“Ah Cyrus, what a comeback! You talk like the infant you are!” 

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but names—” 

“Enough,” Kerick growled. Irritated, he turned to his brother. “Do you wish to see your wife again?” he asked, coming straight to the point. 

Kieran’s nostrils flared but he said nothing. 

“Well?” Kerick bellowed. “Do you?” His eyes narrowed. “It won’t be the first arm you ever broke in your life.” 

Silence. 

“Which side should I hold?” Kieran quietly asked. 

Kerick grunted, appeased. A small smile hitched on Elijah’s lips. “The right. I want my left arm broken.” 

Kieran sighed, resigned. “Done.” 

* * * * * 

They’d been walking for four hours, but it felt more like four days. The jungle was humid today, inducing rivulets of perspiration to gather between Nellie’s breasts and at her underarms. Worse, the ground was soggy from a recent heavy rain, causing the trek to take double the amount of time it normally would have. 

Still, she knew she could manage this. She’d survived the jungles once before with her droid and she could do it again without her droid. It was time to quit reacting to things like a simpering miss, she reminded herself with a frown. 

And then it happened. The rains. It fell like buckets from the sky, soaking their entire party within twenty seconds. She sighed, wondering how many more obstacles would beset the group before all was said and done. 

“Damn it!” Tara swore, taking the words straight out of Nellie’s thoughts. “We will never be able to safely traverse the cavern with muddy slush for a ground!” 

Nellie came to a stop next to Drs. Riley and Reddy. “Which cavern are we heading for anyway? I saw tons of them when Cyrus 12 and I ran from Altun Ha.” 

Her thoughts briefly drifted back to her beloved droid. Cyrus 12 had practically been demolished within that cavern in the Crossroads when the rocks came raining down. Practically, but as luck would have it, not totally. It would take a few more weeks to get her back into working order, but Dr. Reddy had assured her the droid would function normally again. 

But Nellie couldn’t think on that right now. Cyrus only knew if she would be functioning normally in a few weeks. She might not be functioning at all. 

“It lies approximately one mile outside the closest entry point to the Altun Ha biosphere,” Tara muttered as she gauged readings from some manner of computer Nellie had never seen before. Clearly, the Xibalba scientists were much more radically advanced in terms of technology than their male counterparts within the Hierarchy-controlled biospheres. “I would have preferred taking a hover-craft, but much of the terrain is too shifty and narrow to handle it.” 

“We lost a pilot a few months back,” Patricia Reddy explained under her breath. “We know for a fact if our trained pilot couldn’t steer through it, none of us could.” 

Nellie nodded. “Perhaps we should make camp until the rains cease,” she offered. Cyrus’s truth, she would have preferred to carry on. She just wanted destiny, whatever form it might rear its omnipotent head in, to be over and done with. “We won’t make much time under these conditions anyway.” 

Tara was quiet as her steel-gray gaze tracked the jungle landscape. She reminded Nellie of a bird of prey intent on capturing its quarry. 

“I’m one with Nellie on this,” Kora chimed in as she came to stand next to her. “We are accomplishing nothing and darkness will descend soon. The wet conditions do nothing to aid us and much to hinder us. Its safest for us all if we take shelter.” 

“Agreed,” Dr. Reddy concurred, inclining her head. “The insects will be buzzing soon. And then Cyrus only knows what after that. I for one could use the rest.” 

Dr. Riley’s nostrils flared. She wanted to continue on as badly as Nellie did. But, like Nellie, she realized the truth behind Kora and Patricia’s words. “We’ll make camp until dawn,” she announced. “Get your rest. You’ll need it.” 



Chapter 45 
February 5, 2250 A.D. 


For two days and nights it kept her a sexual prisoner. Every hour of every day, the sub-human male mounted her, its appetite unquenchable. After their first mating, it had picked her up and dragged her kicking and screaming into a well-concealed cavern—its lair. 

From there, the beast’s appetite had only increased. Every hole Nicoletta possessed felt sore and well-used. It had taken her everywhere—multiple times. In her pussy, in her mouth, in her arse… 

But always it spilled its seed in her womb. It was as if the creature indeed had a mind to breed and it was hell-bent on impregnating her. 

She was glad at least for the calmness. She had no idea why staring into the sub-human’s eyes left her feeling at peace, but it did, so she gazed up at them often. It was either that or be consumed with a terror the likes of which little else could compete. 

When she had fled from Altun Ha, Nicoletta had considered many grave possibilities. The bite of a carnivorous insect that would dine upon her after poisoning her to death. Being made a meal of by a hungry sub-human. Even something so “simple” as starvation and dehydration. But this… 

She shivered from where she lay stretched out on the cavern floor. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing as she watched it come up on its knees and situate itself in front of her closed, drawn-together legs. The sub-human male growled low in his throat at the perceived insult, expecting perhaps for her to keep her thighs spread wide open at all times so it could use her when he saw fit to. 

“Please,” she whimpered as its hands found her knees. She gulped as she watched those long, dagger-like black fingernails skim like seductive butterfly wings across the skin there. “I truly can take no more,” she panted. Her nostrils flared, anger rekindling. “By Cyrus, kill me and be done with it!” she spat. 

It bared its serrated teeth, a hellish growl roaring up from the depths of its throat. Grabbing one of her knees with either hand, the beast wrenched her thighs open, her pussy once again exposed to him. 

Nicoletta shivered at the possessive expression permeating the sub-human’s face. She wondered with a pang of terror if it would ever let her leave its lair alive— 

Alive and without child. 

And then it was fucking her again, the sub-human’s eyes shuttering with lust as its thick, hungry cock sank into her pussy. It pounded away inside her, her tits jiggling with every thrust, beckoning attention to them. He lowered his head and sucked on her nipples as he rode her, her breasts palmed within his vampire’s hands. 

She closed her eyes and gasped as she came for the male against her volition. She had assumed only Abdul could make her come just by stimulating her breasts, yet this creature had done as much from their first mating. 

Nicoletta groaned as she came again, the beast atop her slamming into her cunt like mad. Ah gods, she thought, hysteria again overwhelming her, somebody help me! 

* * * * * 

Nellie lay in the makeshift tent trying to get some sleep, her alert mind at war with her tired body. Her thoughts drifted first to her birth family. She warily wondered how her stepmother was faring at the hands of so vile a man as her sire. Abdul Kan was evil personified, a demon among men. She could only pray that one day—somehow—Nicoletta would escape him. Her stepmother deserved happiness and such would never be found within the Kan harem. 

Abdul Kan—her father. Nellie sighed from where she lay, absently staring up at the roof of the animal-hide tent. For as long as she had breath to breathe, she would never understand why Cyrus had seen fit to sire her of that man. So much pain and death, so much grief and heartbreak—all of it could be laid at her father’s doorstep. And yet… 

Her nostrils flared. And yet her foolish female heart still loved him. 

Nellie frowned as she admitted to herself that she had never stopped loving him. Even from a very young age, she had always—always—prayed to Cyrus he would change and become the father she wanted him to be. 

Her prayers were never answered. She supposed it was little wonder. 

Cyrus was revered as though it were a god when in reality it was but a concept, an invention of men and therefore as limited in its omnipotent abilities as the Hierarchy leaders who created it. In the old days, the people believed in an all-powerful God. In this age they believed in the concept of a male muse, in the spirit of invention, technology, and alleged progress. There was no higher purpose in the world men created, just drifting empty souls who do what they could until death claims them. Cyrus was as empty and devoid of meaning as the society that revered it. 

And yet Nellie had continued to hope in a world with no hope. Eve after eve she had fallen to her knees and prayed like a faithful little girl to the only god she’d ever known. She had begged Cyrus to change her father’s vile ways, to heal her infected mother, and repair their shattered family. 

Always she had loved Abdul Kan. Never had Abdul Kan loved her. 

But, Nellie thought, a small, contented smile forming on her lips, there was a man who did love her. He was gruff and he was grim and he wasn’t given to smiling or laughing, but he did love her. 

Kerick. 

Ah, Kerick. I can only pray that if I die on the morrow You will carry on and find happiness. You deserve it. You have suffered enough in this realm, my love. 

Nellie knew in her heart Tara’s plan to separate them had been for the best. Her son never would have permitted his wife to do what needed to be done were he not chained up in a pit within the Xibalba, unable to intercede. Kerick would have insisted upon being the one who entered the devil’s lair rather than Nellie. But according to Dr. Riley, only Nellie stood a chance of surviving it… 

Nellie worried her bottom lip as she considered just how angry her husband probably was at this moment. He did not take well to orders, let alone being held hostage in an underground pit by female warriors. 

She grinned just a bit at the visual image her mind conjured up, conceding she would probably not find the situation amusing if she were in the same chamber as him, feeling the force of his wrath. She winced, for once grateful Tara had separated them. 

No, Kerick would definitely not be laughing. And Nellie definitely didn’t want to know how angry he was at her for disobeying him and walking away. 

He didn’t understand. And, unfortunately, he wouldn’t have the answers until it was all over. 

* * * * * 

“Talk,” Kerick raged, his nostrils flaring as he pinned the female guard up against the nearest wall. His hand was clenched around her throat as if preparing to strangle her, though in truth he doubted he could kill her. But frighten her? Certainly. 

“Never!” the guard spat, her nostrils flaring back. 

“I said,” he hissed, his hold on her neck tightening until her eyes widened with fear, “talk.” 

Their plan had worked. Elijah’s chains had eaten through the doors and they were free. Armed to the teeth and free. That knowledge would have elated him were it not for the fact he had no clue as to where his mother and Nellie had gone off to. He didn’t even know if his wife was still alive. The realization he might already be too late made his stomach muscles clench and twist. He felt sick inside. Worried, more frightened than he’d ever been before and just plain sick. 

“Never! I will not betray mine own race!” 

Had he doubted he could kill her? His teeth gritted as he pondered the possibility. “That is my mother and my wife out there, wench. No harm will come to them at my hands.” No permanent harm, he mentally qualified, getting angrier by the moment. “I do not make that claim where you are concerned. Talk or die. Now.” 

Her breathing was heavy as her gaze flicked back and forth from Kerick to his men and back to Kerick. “Your mother doesn’t wish for your involvement.” 

He tightened his hold. She gasped. 

“They’ve gone to a cavern deep in the jungle,” she said quickly. “I don’t know which one. Cyrus’s truth!” she added when Kerick’s eyes narrowed. 

“Why? What do they seek there?” Elijah barked from where he stood a pace behind Kerick. 

“The serum,” the guard breathed out. “Dr. Riley believes the serum has existed from the very beginning, that it’s been concealed all these years within a cavern so overrun with sub-humans not even the Hierarchy scouts dared venture back inside to obtain it.” 

Kerick stilled. He was feeling more ill at ease with each word the wench spoke. “What does my wife have to do with this?” he quietly asked. 

She sighed as his hold on her throat weakened. “I do not know,” she murmured. “Your mother holds her own council, revealing things only to those she feels must know. Certainly you are aware of that facet to her personality.” 

He said nothing. But then there was no need to. The guard was correct and they both knew it. 

“They headed northeast, toward Altun Ha. This is all I know. I vow it.” 

Kerick nodded, itching to move at once on the little that they knew. “Tie her up,” he muttered to Xavier as he briskly walked away. “I’ll gather more weapons and join you in a minute.” 

* * * * * 

Nicoletta’s breathing hitched when she realized her captor had finally—finally!—fallen to sleep. Its breathing was relaxed and even, its eyes definitely closed. 

Her gaze widened as she sat up and studied him, immediately noting that the sleep was quite deep. She wasn’t surprised. She didn’t know how any creature could have enough energy to copulate over and over, again and again. At long last its body wore out and slumber claimed it whether the male wanted that to happen or not. 

Run! Now could be your only chance to escape. Get off your arse and run! 

Taking a deep, calming breath, Nicoletta slowly drew herself up to shaky feet and inched her way toward the mouth of the cavern. She never once looked back at the predator for fear she would lose her nerve. 

She had so many questions she realized would never be answered. Why had the creature stolen her? Why had it attempted to breed her? Surely it knew by her scent alone she was not of its species… 

Upon reaching the mouth of the cavern, she ran as fast as her feet would carry her. Naked, her breasts bobbing up and down, her nipple chain jingling, Nicoletta thrust herself out into the encroaching night where the rains had recently began to cede and an all-encompassing mist shrouded the muddy ground. Her breathing was so shallow she felt near to fainting. 

So many questions… 

But the answers, she realized, would remain shrouded in a mystery that was as thick as the fog encapsulating the jungle. It was either that or return to the possessive man-beast with the haunting stare. 

Chills raced down her spine. That she would never do. 



Chapter 46 


Nellie slept fretfully that eve, tossing and turning within the animal hide pelts that covered her. Her thoughts kept drifting to Kerick and to the pit within the deepest recesses of the Xibalba. She hoped her husband was doing well and not worrying too greatly over what was yet to come. Cyrus’s truth, she was worrying enough for both of them. 

She sighed, willing herself to fall asleep. Willing didn’t work, so she then tried counting cyber-sheep. She tossed and turned. She meditated, breathing deeply and attempting self-hypnosis. Yet still deep sleep eluded her. 

Nellie lay in the tent, her mind in chaos, for the better part of an hour. Finally, blessedly, her body gave out and her mind went along for the ride. Her eyelids fluttered closed and at long last the blackness overtook her. 

* * * * * 

Abdul Kan’s eyes narrowed in thought as he came to a standstill in the thickest area of the jungle and considered which way his wife might have run. When she fled from Altun Ha she’d headed west. It would make sense then for Nicoletta to continue due west. 

Unless, he thought with a frown, she had fled from the biosphere without a course in mind. Perhaps even she didn’t know where she was going. Such would make anticipating her future movements all the more difficult. 

But it could be done. Where there was a will there was also a way. 

“Where have you gone, Nica?” he murmured, his acute gaze scanning the horizon. He stepped over what was left of the carcass of a dead animal, the beast having been made a meal of by a larger predator. 

“I will find you,” he vowed. His jaw tensed. “I will find you.” 

* * * * * 

It was a small sound, barely audible to the human ear, and yet it was enough to semi-rouse Nellie from the world of dreams. What was that sound, she tiredly asked herself, her face scrunching up as her eyelashes batted open. An animal of sorts? A— 

She stilled, her breathing hitching as she recalled her whereabouts. Recalled too that any manner of predator could be out lurking just beyond the tent, hunting for food. Thin animal-hide pelts hardly made for impenetrable protection. 

That realization jarred her senses enough to make her feel less groggy and more alert. Coming up on all fours, she quietly scooted toward the end of the tent and peered through a hole near the flap. 

Nothing. 

Ever the cautious type, she looked left, then right, then back and forth again. Still, nothing. 

She released a pent-up breath. “Silly wench,” Nellie muttered as she scooted back into the makeshift bed and plopped down. She closed her eyes and sighed. “You really need a vacation.” 

“You really need your arse spanked,” a masculine voice growled. 

Nellie’s eyes flew open. She jolted upright into a sitting position. 

Kerick. Ah Cyrus… 

“Well,” he drawled, sarcasm and ice tinting his voice. “Have you forgotten how to greet your Husband already, Nellie? Did not your droid schoolmarm teach you anything of use at Deportment school?” 

Her nostrils flared. Given the enormity of what his presence here meant—arguing with him over what was to happen on the morrow, feeling the brunt of his anger for leaving the Xibalba without him—she supposed his comments shouldn’t have signified, yet they did. If he poked fun at her education even one more time she was liable to slap him. 

“Not all of us were bred with the manners of a pig let loose at a techno-opera,” she sniffed. A ridiculous argument to be having when she was so elated to see her Husband she could have cried, but insult was insult. Her teeth gritted. “I’ll have You know I earned the highest marks all throughout my schooling!” 

He grinned—actually grinned. Nellie swallowed against the lump of emotion in her throat. She was so taken by the masculine beauty of the gesture she forgot what it was she’d been angered about. 

“I’ve missed You,” she breathed out, her eyes searching his face. 

He was silent as his gaze drank in her features, memorized them. And then, “I’ve missed you too,” he rasped. 

Kerick looked away, as though the weakness in his voice was an embarrassment to him. Nellie’s heart thumped pleasurably in her chest. 

“It’s okay, You know,” she whispered, coming up to her knees. “Loving me, I mean.” Her smile was warm, her eyes gentle. “Because I love You, too.” 

He breathed in deeply and exhaled before craning his neck to gaze upon her. “Then don’t do it,” he said thickly. “We don’t even know that this serum exists.” 

Her eyes briefly closed, flicking back open after she took a calming breath. “I have to try,” Nellie said softly. “I could never forgive myself if I didn’t. I could never forgive You either if You try to stop me. Please understand, Ker—” 

“No,” Kerick ground out, his jaw tensing, “I won’t allow it.” 

“You have fought for this chance the whole of Your life! Tara weaned You for this moment. This is about more than You or me. It is about our entire world, the survival of our species.” 

His nostrils flared. “I don’t give a yen if you can save the whole wretched world. If the price of salvation is your death than I rather our species stay damned.” 

Her expression grew intense as if willing him to side with her. “And what of our children? And our children’s children?” She pressed on when he glanced away, knowing he was unable to say anything to counter that. They could run from fate, but they could never hide. Someway, someday, it would find them. “Please—please—understand. Stand by me in this. I will face the dawn unafraid if I know You are with me always.” 

“Nellie,” he choked out, his sense of duty and honor at war with his heart. “I—” 

“I know,” she whispered. “I’m afraid too.” Her smile was tender. “Never in my most secret dreams did I ever think to find a love like Yours. I want it to last for eternity and beyond.” Her breathing hitched. “I love You.” 

Their gazes clashed and held. They studied each other for a long, tense moment. 

“I will stand beside you,” Kerick murmured. 

Nellie breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank You,” she whispered. 

He said nothing to that, only stared at her. “Have you removed My chains?” Kerick asked thickly, his gray gaze roaming over the camouflage body décor she wore until arriving at her breasts. 

Her cheeks tinted pink like a blushing virgin. “No.” 

“Show Me.” 

She stood up, unable to meet his gaze. Ridiculous given that they’d mated dozens of times before this night, but there it was. 

Nellie unzipped the body décor slowly, her large breasts popping out as soon as she zipped past them. She could see his breathing grow heavier as he stared at her nipple rings and chain, the knowledge that he desired her increasing her own arousal. 

His large, callused hands palmed her breasts, his thumbs running over her distended nipples. Her breathing hitched as her swollen nipples grew impossibly stiffer. 

Kerick took her hand and firmly pressed it against his thick erection. “It’s time to put your schooling to use,” he murmured. 

Nellie blew out a breath, having never been so aroused. She immediately complied, removing the rest of her bodysuit and discarding it on the floor of the tent. That accomplished, she went down to her knees and got on all fours. Pressing her face close to the ground, she lifted her buttocks, waiting as she’d been taught for the Master to take her. 

Discarding his own body décor, Kerick stared at the brand on her right buttock, the proof of his ownership. As he undressed his gaze repeatedly flicked back and forth to her exposed, swollen pussy, to the submissive arch of her hips, but always his eyes came back to the brand. 

She was his. She would always belong to him. 

Nellie didn’t know it yet, but on the morrow he would give up his life to protect her did it come to that. His life, he decided, mattered very little to this realm. But Nellie Kan Riley mattered a lot. Cyrus dwelled within her in the form of a scientific mind, giving her the ability to affect lives and future generations. Were brute force removed from the equation, there was little Kerick had to offer. 

And yet, he realized as he came down to his knees and ran a hand over the proof of his ownership, his desire to be with her always could not be dampened. He wanted to leave a part of himself behind, something tangible Nellie could love and cherish, and each time she gazed upon it, she would know in her heart she was loved through infinity. 

If Nellie was not yet with child, she would be before the dawn. 

Spreading her buttocks wide apart, Kerick ran his tongue from her tight asshole down to her puffy pussy. She hissed, pressing her flesh into his mouth as best she could manage. He licked the lips, then ran his tongue down the length of her slit. 

“Oh,” Nellie breathed out, her back arching and eyes closing. 

Taking her to the ground he laid down on his back, his face between her legs. Drawing her tiny, erect clit into his mouth, he growled appreciatively in the back of his throat as he suckled it. 

“Kerick—yes.” 

He sucked on the piece of flesh harder, making her gasp and moan. 

“Yes…oh…please.” 

Nellie began riding his face as though she were fucking him, groaning as she rubbed her hands all over her big jiggling tits. “Suck it harder,” she breathed out, her eyes closed tightly in concentration. “Oh yes—oh Kerick yes.” 

She rode his face faster, grinding her wet, sticky pussy against his mouth. He worked her flesh hard, slurping and sucking sounds filling the tent. Her stomach muscles clenched and knotted as she prepared to climax. 

“Here I come,” she gasped, her cat-green eyes opening as she rode his face faster and harder and—”Oooohhhh!” 

She moaned long and loud as a violent orgasm ripped through her belly. “Kerick—yes, Kerick.” Blood rushed to her face, to her nipples and cunt. The climax seemed to go on and on and… 

A long, thick cock sank into her soaked pussy, making her groan. 

“You are Mine,” Nellie heard her husband growl as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. “You will always be Mine.” 

“Yes,” she breathed out, arching her hips as he began to stroke in and out of her. “Always.” 

He took her slowly, savoring every stroke. Over and over again Kerick sank his cock in her to the hilt, his breathing growing increasingly labored with each thrust. Nellie moaned in response, groaning louder when he palmed her breasts and began massaging her stiff nipples while he made slow love to her. It felt to her like the most exquisite torture. 

“Fuck Your pussy faster,” she breathed out. “Please.” 

Kerick’s nostrils flared. “That’s a good girl, remembering My pussy belongs to Me.” 

She said nothing to that, but showed him instead. Rotating her hips, she threw her cunt back at him—hard—making him hiss. 

Kerick’s jaw steeled as he drove his cock in her to the hilt. “Mine,” he said thickly, his fingers clamping down on her nipples. “Mine,” he ground out as he picked up the pace and fucked her faster. Her moans made his erection impossibly stiffer. “Forever Mine.” 

Perspiration-soaked skin slapped against perspiration-soaked skin. Nellie’s pussy clamped around Kerick’s cock in a series of small contractions, indicating she’d climaxed again. The sounds her flesh made as it sucked him back in, refusing to let go, made his teeth grit. He rode her cunt hard, possessively, slamming in and out of her in fast, deep strokes. 

“Kerick,” she groaned. “Faster.” 

He rode her cunt mercilessly, letting go of her nipples and digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. He held her steady as he sank his cock into her, over and over, again and again. He growled as he fucked her, holding on as long as he could, wanting the moment to last forever. 

Flesh slapped against flesh. The sound of her sticky pussy sucking him back in with every outstroke reached his ears. 

“Kerick!” 

His jaw clenched hotly as he pounded her pussy in fast, violent strokes. “I’m coming,” he rasped, his eyes squeezing tightly shut, his teeth gritting. “I’m—ah Nellie.” 

He came on a roar, his entire body shuddering and convulsing. He continued to pound away inside her as he spurted out the largest, fiercest orgasm he’d ever before had. 

“Nellie,” he said thickly, slowing down his thrusts. “Nellie…” 

When it was over, when their breathing had calmed to an acceptable level and they were able to move again, they fell as one to the animal hides. Nellie turned over on her side and snuggled up against Kerick. They laid there in the dwindling hours before dawn, holding on to the other, never wishing to let go. 

“I will always be Yours,” Nellie whispered, pressing her face close against the beat of his heart. “And You will always be mine.” 

Kerick stilled. He’d never heard her say anything in the way of possessiveness to him before. Six simple words and tears began stinging the backs of his eyes. Tears he would never let fall. 

It was all he had ever longed for—to love another with his entire being and be loved by her in return. A simple thing, perhaps, yet something that had eluded him the whole of his life. And now, when at long last he had seized his impossible dream, it could all end. 

“Yes,” Kerick murmured, pressing his lips against the top of her wine-red hair. “I will always be yours, Nellie Kan Riley.” He closed his eyes. “Forever.” 



Chapter 47 


“This is ridiculous!” Tara snapped. “Your left arm is broken and You’ve chained me to Your right. We’ll be sub-human food for certain!” 

Elijah frowned down at the decidedly short woman who thought to gainsay him—again. “Be grateful I have not forced that hideous body décor from your sly skin,” he hissed. “I would prefer it, did My nipple chain show at all times.” 

Nellie hid a smile as she watched the newly wedded couple bicker back and forth. Or, more to the point, as the bride bickered and the groom all but ignored her. 

Tara rolled her eyes. “Ah gods, as if the sub-humans care,” she muttered. “You are testing my patience!” she snapped. Her nostrils flared. “Unchain me this moment before I turn here and now and eat You for dinner!” 

That seemed to irritate him just a bit. “If you desire another spanking on the arse then by all means—” 

“Enough,” Kerick cut in, frowning. “By Cyrus I’ve never had the displeasure of hearing a more asinine argument.” He turned his steel gaze to his mother. “I side with Elijah,” he said, earning him a harrumph. “If he unchains you then Kong only knows what trouble will be underfoot.” 

Tara’s teeth gritted, but she said nothing. 

Nellie glanced away, her gaze honing in on the tent where Kieran and Kora were to remain. Dr. Riley had decided Kora was too far gone, too close to turning, to accompany their party into the cavern. Nellie couldn’t help but agree with her husband’s mother. She’d seen Kora’s eyes shift one too many times for her peace of mind. If the serum was not within the cavern, she would be lost to their species within days. 

“Those chains are hardly restrictive at all,” Kerick growled, drawing Nellie’s attention back to the argument he was having with his mother. “You are fortunate it is Elijah you answer to now for I would have gagged you an hour past.” 

“Mine own son. Sweet Kalast, I feel the love.” 

“Ah, that must be the same love I felt within the pit. Or the same love your Husband felt while I was breaking his arm that we might be freed!” His nostrils flared. “I will hear no more. It is time to begin the trek up to the cavern.” 

“Ready your flash-stick,” Dr. Reddy muttered to Nellie. “It doesn’t look engaged.” 

Nellie winced. “So it isn’t.” She flashed a smile at the other scientist. “Thanks.” 

“Let us go,” Xavier growled, walking off to scout for their party. “The sooner we end this, the better.” 

Nellie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her gaze scanning the foggy horizon. She agreed with Xavier—the sooner it was over with, the better for all involved. She could only pray Dr. Riley had been right. 

She could only hope she was the key. 

* * * * * 

She was so damned tired. Naked, hungry, sore, and tired. 

Nicoletta winced as she stepped on the edge of a jagged rock she’d failed to notice. She hissed as fire shot through her foot, the cut semi-deep. 

The jungle was so foggy this morning it was difficult to anticipate much of anything. Realizing she needed to rest, she took to the first large boulder she happened across and plopped down. 

It was hunting her. 

She didn’t know how she knew as much, yet she did. It wanted her back but it couldn’t find her. Goosebumps formed on the flesh of her arms as she silently vowed to keep it that way. 

Nellie, she reminded herself, exhaustion at war with desperation to reach her daughter. I must carry on. I must find my bella Nellie… 

She allowed herself five minutes more of precious rest, then bodily forced herself up from the boulder. She was lost, she conceded, glancing around—terribly lost and had no clue which way she should go. 

Nicoletta had fled from Altun Ha following a mother’s intuition, yet even instinct could bring a woman but so far. “Please,” she whispered to the winds. “Show me the way. Give me a sign. Give me any—” 

Her breathing stilled as a faraway sound reached her ears, a sound that somehow felt foreign to the foggy jungle environment surrounding her. She didn’t know that it would lead her to Nellie, but admitted to herself that anything was worth a try at this point. 

“East,” Nicoletta murmured, dragging herself toward the sound. “Due east.” 

* * * * * 

It took them three hours and one lost life before they made their way through the narrow ledges and into the heart of sub-human breeding ground. A Xibalba scientist named Claris had lost her footing and, unable to regain it, fallen to her death in the ravine below that was pitted with jagged rocks. Both Xavier and Kerick had tried to reach her in time; both men failed. Kerick would not soon forget the blood-curdling sound of the scientist’s death scream or the look of horror on her face when she realized she was about to die. 

Their party was down to six—Drs. Reddy and Riley, Elijah, Xavier, Nellie and himself. The footing had gotten so tricky that Elijah had eventually relented and unchained his wife from his good arm. Kerick’s mother was free now, though he noticed the rebel scientist never ventured far from her husband’s side. Elijah had given her a choice and she had quietly made it. Now, in the final hour, she was committed for a lifetime to the man who had always loved her…however long or short that lifetime would turn out to be. 

They made camp long enough to rest and to eat. There was a piece of the puzzle still missing and one he had let go of until this moment. But now that fate was upon them he needed to know. He wanted to understand. “Why?” Kerick asked softly, staring at his wife. “Why you?” 

Nellie’s eyes widened. She quickly glanced away, her lack of desire to answer him obvious. 

Kerick sighed. He had realized something was bothering her. He had also rightly assumed the answer to this question would explain what that something was. “Tell Me,” he murmured. 

“It makes no difference,” she whispered. She cleared her throat, dismissing the subject. “All that matters now is I have to go into that cavern.” She shot up to her feet, her meal forgotten as her gaze lifted upward to the cavern in question. “They will wake up soon and they will be hungry. We best get this over with.” 

He watched her walk away and ready her weapons before he stood up and prepared to follow. He cocked his head, his eyes narrowing at his mother, his patience for being kept in the dark wearing thin. “Why?” he barked. 

Tara sighed, her eyes so much like Kerick’s staring unblinkingly at Nellie. “Because if I’m right the serum is within the heart of the sub-human infested cavern…” She blinked, then looked to her firstborn. “And if I am right twice, the creatures within that lair will not kill her.” 

Kerick stilled, his stomach muscles clenching. “What are you saying?” he murmured. 

“I’m saying her blood runs through their veins. I’m saying that all species have a starting point.” Her eyebrows rose. “All species have a Mother Eve.” 

Elijah looked as horrified as Kerick felt. “Are you saying she’s infected?” he asked his wife. 

“No.” She shook her head slowly, her eyes lifting to meet first Elijah’s and then finally Kerick’s. “That child’s own father allowed Hierarchy scientists to base their genetic experiments off her DNA. I’m certain of it.” 

“No,” Kerick muttered, his blood chilling. He wanted to kill Abdul Kan with his bare hands. He wanted to strangle the life right out of him, and what’s more, he’d enjoy every moment of it. “This is unbelievable.” 

“How can you know this?” Elijah countered, asking the question Kerick had been too dumbstruck to put to her. “That can only be conjecture—” 

“No.” Tara firmly shook her head. “I have spent the last fifteen years studying sub-humans and comparing them to non-infected individuals. I know of what I speak!” 

“But how can you know with all certainty?” 

“Eli,” she sighed, “You know as well as I there is no such thing as certainty. But when the facts all point heavily in one direction…” 

“What facts?” Kerick inquired. Nellie was right—dusk would be upon them in a few short hours and with it the creatures would begin to stir. They needed to get in, retrieve the serum, and be well away from this place before nighttime descended. If they were to do this thing, it needed to be now, yet he would not permit his wife to enter that cavern without probable justification. “Tell me and hurry.” 

“All infected humans share a similar genetic breakdown,” she said quickly. “It’s difficult to explain without tutoring you in the sciences, however, suffice it to say they carry a DNA pattern no Xibalba scientist has ever found within the blood of any non-infected human.” 

“Until Nellie?” Kerick muttered. 

Tara nodded. “Until Nellie,” she whispered. 

His eyes briefly closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I see,” he sighed. 

Kerick’s head came up and his gaze found Nellie’s. She was a few feet away standing with Xavier and Patricia Reddy, but he could see it in her eyes… She knew that he now knew the truth too. He also understood why she felt the burden of the entire species rested on her narrow shoulders even if he didn’t agree with her. He hadn’t thought it was possible for him to love her more. He had been wrong. 

She looked vulnerable, as though she was worried that somehow he would fault her for the wrong that had been done by her sire. His gaze gentled, telling her without words of his love for her. She visibly relaxed, even offered him a small smile, before returning to the work of readying her weaponry. 

“My son,” Tara said gently, placing her hand over his heart. “I would not be here were I not certain. She will be fine. And we will win.” 

He frowned. “We cannot know that. I—” 

“Yes we can,” she cut in. “I tested my theory in the lab on a hungry sub-human female.” She sighed at his frown. “We would have sizzled her had she gotten overly close to your wife.” 

Kerick grunted. “And?” 

“The barrier between the female and Nellie was removed, the female readied herself to pounce…” She shook her head. “She retreated. I damn near fell to my knees in gratitude to Cyrus to see my supposition affirmed, but, yes, she retreated.” 

Kerick blew out a breath. This was so much to take in, yet he didn’t have the time to ponder it. He was quiet for a moment and then, “Let us go,” he murmured to his mother and Elijah. “We’ve a lot of work left to us and not much time to finish it in.” 



Chapter 48 


And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death… and with the beasts of the earth. 

* * * * * 

In sharp contrast to the humid, foggy jungle outside, the cavern was chilly, almost cold. Nellie shivered, grateful for the camouflaged body décor that offered at least minimal protection from the elements. She trained her gaze on the cavern wall as it curled eastward and forced them to turn. Her senses stayed on high alert, her ears scanning for sounds. 

“Their sleep is deep,” Tara murmured, her acute senses picking up much more information than the others were capable of. “We’ve still got a couple of hours left to us, but only a couple of hours. Patricia,” she whispered to her friend, “are you registering any activity on your tracking device?” 

“No,” Dr. Reddy murmured back, careful to keep her voice to a hush. “The readings are showing the same thing you are sensing. They sleep…deeply.” 

Nellie released a pent-up breath. “Why haven’t we run across any sleeping sub-humans yet? We’ve been inside close to ten minutes and we haven’t seen anything.” 

Nellie nodded, but said nothing. This was the most intense and tense moment of her entire life and her body was reacting accordingly. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her heartbeat was rapid, but thankfully not so bad that it pounded in her ears. She followed quietly behind the elder scientists, her flash-stick trained and prepared for detonation at a moment’s notice. 

“We’re here,” Tara said quietly, coming to a halt and turning to face the group. She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Chances are the belly is through there,” she said, pointing over her shoulder without looking back. “I haven’t turned, so I’m as likely to be made a meal of as the rest of you. Well, save Nellie,” she reminded the group. 

“It’s time to switch to infrared,” Dr. Reddy announced. “Put on your goggles and let’s do it.” 

“Wait!” Tara said quickly, though quietly. “Eli, how’s the armor holding up?” She had earlier covered her husband’s left, defenseless side with spiked armor so if he was attacked from that angle, the sub-human would be impaled. “It guards You well?” 

“You made it so you know it does,” he affirmed, amusement in his eyes. “You’re the most efficient killer I’ve ever known, in Kong or out of it.” 

She blushed. “Why thank You,” she muttered, patting the bun at her neck into place. 

Kerick rolled his eyes. “Woo my mother later. We need to move and we need to move now.” 

Nellie’s heart slammed against her chest. She took a deep, calming breath before putting her goggles on. The last thing she needed was for her ears to be ringing with too much adrenaline. It would dull her hearing and, if Tara was wrong about her being the key, such a situation would make her easy pickings should any of the creatures unexpectedly awake. 

But that sub-human in the lab, she reminded herself, had not harmed her. It had not even tried to harm her. Which meant one of two things—she was the key or the experiment had been a fluke. 

The horrible thing about destiny, Nellie thought as she switched to infrared, is you never know what it will be until it’s too late, until it’s already happened. One thing was certain—no matter what happened in the belly of the cavern, it would change all of their lives. 

Forever. 

* * * * * 

Nellie worked on steadying her breathing as their party quietly meandered past yet another sleeping sub-human. Their breathing was very heavy, very noticeable. They dragged as much air into their lungs as possible and exhaled just as deeply. 

Already they had come into contact with at least twenty-five of the things. It didn’t bear dwelling upon what sort of Armageddon would occur did these creatures awake. Their group might have been armed to the teeth, but they could only shoot one to two predators at a time. 

A bloodbath. If these things began to stir, the only image that came to mind was that of a bloodbath. 

The sub-humans slept within body-sized grooves that had been dug into the cavern walls by them. Nellie was grateful for that because it made inching past them a bit easier. She only wished it made the ordeal less terrifying too. 

“There it is,” Tara breathed out, coming to a halt. Her eyes were round, hopeful. “The inner lair.” She turned to Nellie. “The rest of us need to remain out here where we at least stand a chance. Odds are the inner sanctuary is infested with dozens of the creatures.” 

Nellie closed her eyes briefly as she took a breath deep enough to rival that of a sleeping predator. “Okay,” she whispered. Sweet Kalast, but she needed a drink. Or ten. “I’m ready.” 

“I’m going with you,” Kerick murmured, inducing Nellie’s breathing to still. “The rest of you can remain out here.” 

Her eyes widened from behind the goggles. “But—” 

“I will go all the way in with you,” he firmly reiterated. “All the way.” His jaw tensed. “We live together or we die together.” 

There would be no swaying him, Nellie realized. And what’s more, this was hardly the time or place conducive to a loud argument. She relented with a nod, albeit a hesitant one. Besides, she understood precisely how he felt. She didn’t want left behind either. 

Should death claim Kerick, Nellie would follow. 



* * * * * 

The sounds had come from the east, yet now they were no more. Nicoletta came to a halt near the steep cliff and glanced around, uncertain which way she should go. She turned around and glanced over to the cavern carved into the earth, the big, ominous thing jutting upwards and making the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end for reasons she could not name. 

Someone was in there. Someone or something. 

She swallowed heavily, her instincts screaming for her to retreat. She quickly glanced around, noting for the first time a very narrow ledge that wound down the side of the mountain. It would be tricky, but it was doable. 

A sound reached her ears. That of a growl. A very possessive and all too familiar warning growl. Her heart pounded against her breasts, ringing in her ears. She was afraid to turn back around and look at it. She was afraid, yet conversely, she knew that she must. 

“Please do not hurt me,” Nicoletta whispered, her breathing catching as she slowly turned on her heel to face him. Her eyes widened when she saw the man-beast. Ah gods, it was the same one. She would recognize him anywhere. How could she not when it had mated with her for two straight days? “I’m sorry I ran,” she lied, her eyes wild with fear. “Please do not hurt me,” she breathed out. 

His territorial snarl was perhaps the most frightening reaction imaginable. She knew it would drag her back to its den now and Cyrus only knew if she’d ever again escape it again. It would mate her until she died. 

Unless she forced it to kill her first. 

The creature began moving towards her, its powerful gray-skinned body stalking her. She shivered as she backed up a step, wondering how merciless their next mating would be if she didn’t find a way to escape it. 

Then it was there, standing before her, looking as mighty and ferocious as a conquering god. She closed her eyes as its vampire-like fingernails inched their way down her breasts. The warning growl issued low in his throat told her she better not even dare to run from him. Ah gods—think! Think! And then… 

Nothing. 

Nicoletta’s forehead wrinkled as the man-beast’s hands retreated. Her eyes flew open. 

It was… 

Listening. 

Her breathing grew heavy as she watched the beast stand there, its gaze trained on the cavern. It was so focused on whatever it was it saw or heard—or both—that it was as if Nicoletta no longer existed. 

And then it was gone. Nicoletta blinked. As quickly as it had found her, it departed, surging into the cavern at top speed. 

She couldn’t seem to move, only to stare. There was something about that man-beast, something hauntingly familiar… 

Snapping out of the daze that had ensorcelled her, she told herself it didn’t matter. Turning on her heel, her heart still pounding in her chest, Nicoletta quickly made her way toward the ledge. 

* * * * * 

Sweet Kalast, Nellie thought, trying not to lose her wits. When Tara had predicted the inner sanctuary would be infested with sub-humans, she couldn’t have possibly known just how on the mark her words would turn out to be. 

Sleeping, predatorial bodies were everywhere. Groove after groove after groove of infected creatures lined the walls of the inner chamber like vampires without coffins. If these things woke up… 

She gulped. It didn’t bear dwelling upon. 

“I always thought sub-humans could operate in the daylight,” Nellie whispered, her eyes searching for she didn’t know what—anything that appeared unusual. 

“They can,” Kerick confirmed. “They tend to reserve their slumber for daylight hours rather than the eves as humans do, but they have no trouble at all carrying on in daylight.” 

Nellie stilled. That wasn’t what she’d wanted to hear. 

“Be calm,” Kerick murmured. “Their sleep is so deep, so drugging, it resembles that of a hibernating creature.” 

She blew out a breath. “Right.” 

“Look,” Kerick whispered into the whorl of her ear. “Up that incline.” 

Nellie did as he’d bade, her eyes covered with goggles that permitted her to see in the dark, honing in on the structure that must have caught his attention. There it was, she thought, her heartbeat accelerating. A crate—a small, singular crate crafted from a black diamond structure. 

If indeed a serum had been housed here, the Hierarchy mistakenly thinking they could retrieve it at a later date should the need arise, it had to be in that weathered crate situated up the incline. It had to be. It was the only man-made creation in the whole of the cavern. 

“I’m scared,” Nellie breathed out. 

Kerick squeezed her hand. “Just take it slow and steady like we’ve been doing. If we find no serum in that crate we are leaving here without one.” 

Nellie nodded, agreeing. If there was no serum in that crate, it didn’t exist. The odds of it being anywhere else and having remained intact throughout the years without protection from the elements by the black diamond exterior was so minimal as to not be worth the effort of continuing the search. 

They began ascending the incline, making their way toward the black diamond crate inch by slow inch. The climb felt as though it was taking hours since they were being cognizant to go slowly and remain quiet. They crept past groove after groove filled with sleeping sub-humans, creatures that when awake were more powerful than any human could ever hope to be. 

Don’t wake up, Nellie silently willed them. The sweat of stark fear soaked her hairline. Please don’t wake up… 

Nellie scanned the area visually, noting their location. When they reached the apex she could clearly register with the infrared goggles that the right side of the incline dropped off into nothingness. It could be a hundred foot drop or only ten. There was no way to tell. The goggles were not so powerful as to be able to see that far down. 

“There is but one sub-human nest up here,” Kerick muttered. “Look to the upper left of the crate.” 

Nellie’s eyes widened. Yes, there was only one nest. Unfortunately, unlike the other grooves which contained one body apiece, the large groove dug out directly above and to the left of the crate contained five sub-humans—a sleeping female and two males slumbering at either of her sides. 

Her scientific mind began to hypothesize. “She must be the Queen,” Nellie murmured. “The alpha female.” 

“That would be a good guess.” 

Nellie stilled. She knew—knew—this Queen would present the greatest danger to her should she awaken. Unlike with the other sub-humans, the fact Nellie carried the alpha female’s scent, or shared DNA with her, would only make the female want to kill Nellie more, not less. In the animal kingdom, there could be but one ruler. Even amongst bees when two Queens are born, they fight to the death over who will rule and who will die. 

No, this Queen would not take well to her scent at all. The female could only continue her role as Mother Eve if she disposed of the original one. 

“We’re almost there,” Kerick said in a reassuring whisper as if he’d guessed her thoughts. “Stay steady and keep moving.” 

She just wanted it over and done with. This was like a nightmare from which there was no awakening. The only way to end it was to leave this place before the creatures began to stir. And sweet Kalast they would all be hungry when they woke up. 

Finally—finally—they arrived at the crate. Nellie kept her gaze trained on the Queen, her heart drumming like mad, while Kerick fiddled with the black diamond lid, prying it open. The lock had long since popped, but the top was no longer a perfect fit to the bottom. Someone or something had damaged it, the result being that it was difficult to open. 

“I don’t believe it,” Kerick muttered. 

“What?” Nellie asked quickly. If her heart beat any faster it would beat right out of her chest, she decided. “What is it?” she breathed out. 

“She was right,” he murmured. The pride she could hear in her husband’s voice was unmistakable. He picked up something—a vial?—out of the black diamond shell then turned to Nellie with a semi-smile. “My mother was right.” 

Her eyes widened. It was a vial. A black vial made of tough Kalastian diamonds. Sweet Cyrus, they’d found it! They’d really found it! Elation overwhelmed her. She offered Kerick a small smile before insisting they get out of there—now. 

He pocketed the serum then nodded. “Let’s go,” he whispered, raising the flash-stick he carried. “I know the need to run is overwhelming, but go slow and steady down same as we came up.” 

“Yes,” she agreed on a whisper. “I think that—” 

Nellie gasped, her expression shocked, as the alpha female struck at Kerick without warning. One second he had been standing there next to her and the next he had been picked up and bodily flung against a wall. 

Oh Cyrus, He isn’t moving! He isn’t moving! No! No! No! 

She had thought the Queen was sleeping—she had been wrong. The alpha female had been but preparing… 

Nellie raised her flash-stick. The female batted it out of her hand with a blood-curdling growl. 

“Shit,” Nellie muttered, her heart pounding in her ears as she began backing away. The other creatures still slept, their breathing heavy. It came down to Nellie and the alpha female—two Mother Eves and the physically weaker one was weaponless. 

It was Nellie the Queen wanted. Kerick mattered nothing to her. She had flung him against the sanctuary wall merely to get him out of her way. 

The female crouched down low on her thighs, her sickly snarl revealing razor-sharp, serrated teeth. She was preparing to pounce, Nellie thought, terrified. Help me! Help me! 

The Queen made her move, lunging toward Nellie with a powerful jump. It was all over, Nellie realized, the look of horror on her face surely to be the one she wore to her death. Ah Cyrus— 

The Queen cried out with a howl, the sound jarring. Nellie blinked, the fact the alpha female had been attacked slowly registering. She felt numb. Too shocked to move. What was happening? What was happening! 

And then she saw it—two sub-humans fighting to the death. But the opposing creature was not another Queen…it was a male. 

The male and female lunged at each other, chilling growls filling the inner sanctuary. The female reached for the male’s heart as they wrestled for control, apparently trying to pull it from his chest still beating. The male roared and backhanded her, sending the Queen sailing near to the ledge. He was on her again within seconds and this time it was the male reaching for the female’s heart. 

Nellie could scarcely think, let alone move. She felt frozen in place, the numbing words “this isn’t happening” pounding in her head like a deafening song. It wasn’t until she heard a third growl that she snapped out of it and whirled around. 

Ah Cyrus, not another one! One of the Queen’s males had awoken and it was Nellie he was eyeing. Did her scent not matter to it? she hysterically wondered. Was she too far away for him to pick it up? Perhaps it would not realize what she was until after the deathblow. The only thing it understood at this moment was its Queen was being attacked and she was standing there. 

It growled low in its throat as it prepared to spring, the horrific serrated teeth clearly visible. The male lunged low on its thighs, its gaze snagging hers, as it let loose and whipped up into the air with a roar. 

It was sizzled in midair. 

Kerick. 

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! 

Nellie ran to him, her heart slamming against her chest. “You are alive!” she exclaimed, the words ripped from her throat with a guttural sound. She had thought the impact had broken his spine but it hadn’t. She quickly looked him over, ascertaining that he was injured but would be okay. He looked to have suffered only minor abrasions. 

His gaze, still a bit foggy from the knock to the head he’d taken, flicked over to where the two sub-humans still fought. The male had wrested control and was preparing to deal the Queen a deathblow. “Let’s go, Nellie,” he panted as he forced himself up to his feet. “This flash-stick is out of juice and the winner will turn on us in a moment’s notice.” 

The situation reversed itself and now it was the alpha female on top once again. The two ultra-powerful bodies clashed over and over, first one seizing control and then the other. Their roars were numbing, their fight merciless. Winner takes all and the loser dies. 

Nellie took a step closer, fascinated, ignoring Kerick’s order to step back. There was nothing in science to explain this. There was no reason for the male to turn on his Queen. 

And then the man-beast looked at her, at Nellie. Their gazes locked. His eyes shifted for one brief moment, the only evidence of what the male had once been there between them. It lasted for only the blink of an eye, then his gaze shifted back. Incredibly, unpredictably and defying all scientific explanation, the male picked up the female, his gaze still locked on Nellie, and threw both himself and the Queen over the ledge, plummeting with a roar toward certain death. 

She gasped. 

“Holy gods,” Kerick murmured, taking the words she was too shocked to speak out of her mouth. He gathered himself together quickly. “Let’s go,” he barked. “Now.” He shook her. “Nellie!” he said forcefully, snapping her back to reality. “Do you hear Me?” His gaze was gentle but forceful. “Come back to Me. We must leave this place—now.” 

“Yes,” she breathed out, still stunned but thinking rationally again. “Yes, let’s go.” 



Chapter 49 


They had the vial and they’d managed to get away from the cavern a good thirty minutes before darkness began to descend. It was over. They had won. Nellie could hardly take credit for it. Tara had been right—about everything. 

The journey back to the camp was a quiet, reflective one. Nellie and Kerick walked hand in hand in silence, both of them realizing now was not the time to reflect on the odd events that had transpired within the Queen’s lair. There would be plenty of time for that after returning to the Xibalba, a female safe-haven that now boasted four male residents. 

Nellie stilled, causing Kerick to halt beside her and look quizzically down at her. Her gaze was zeroed in on a naked woman resting on a boulder. The wench was cut, her feet looking slightly injured, but she was okay. Nellie’s heart soared, a laugh of happiness escaping from her. She let go of her husband’s hand and ran to the woman as fast as her feet would carry her. 

The last person on Federated Earth Nellie had expected to see after crossing the ledge was her stepmother. She screamed out her name to get her attention, her legs moving quickly, her arms outstretched. Nicoletta gasped when recognition dawned. She shot up off of the boulder and wobbled towards Nellie. 

Their bodies clashed. Nellie hugged Nicoletta tightly while tears of happiness burned the backs of her eyes. “What are you doing here? How did you ever find me?” she choked out, half crying and half laughing. 

“A mother’s intuition,” Nicoletta answered, hugging the child of her heart just as firmly. “I feared that you needed me.” She chuckled, her warm brown eyes filled with tears. “I should have known better.” 

Nellie pulled back far enough to meet her gaze. “I’ll always need you. Always.” 

Nicoletta smiled. 

Later, when they were alone together within the safety of the Xibalba, Nellie went to her stepmother’s chamber and told her about what had happened in the cavern. Nicoletta’s eyes had gone wide when she’d spoken to her of the man-beast, an emotion Nellie couldn’t name in their brown, haunted-looking depths. 

“It is dead then?” Nicoletta whispered, looking away. 

“Yes.” Nellie’s forehead wrinkled. “Nica, are you well?” 

“Of course,” she said quickly, a smile that somehow seemed forced coming to her lips. She hugged Nellie again before insisting she leave her chamber and go spend time with her husband. “I’ll see you on the morrow.” 

Nellie eyed her curiously before giving in. She inclined her head. “On the morrow, then. And Nica?” 

Nicoletta’s head snapped up. “Yes?” 

Nellie smiled. “I love you,” she murmured. 

Nicoletta smiled back. “I love you too, my bella.” 

* * * * * 

“I never thought we’d be alone,” Nellie said on a grin as her husband undressed her and admired his nipple chain. “The Xibalbians certainly throw a long party.” 

He grunted. “I was glad to be gone from it,” he growled, pushing her down onto the pillow-bed and settling himself between her thighs. “I’m of the mind to perform various wicked sexual acts upon My wife’s body.” 

She giggled. Lucky her, she decided. 

Nellie’s teasing mood turned serious as soon as Kerick sank his cock inside her. “Thank You,” she whispered. 

He stilled. “For what?” he asked, looking down at her. 

“For loving me enough to go in that sanctuary with me. I never would have made it out alive without You.” 

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Save your thanks for the man-beast.” 

“I’m serious,” she said, her gaze finding his. She was thanking him for more than a single act and they both knew it. She was thanking him for everything, but most especially for a love that she didn’t doubt would endure and grow deeper over the coming years. She would never fear abandonment at this man’s hands. He loved her and she could trust in that love. It was more than she could have ever hoped for. 

Her smile was warm as her eyes searched his. “Thank You,” Nellie whispered again. 

“You are welcome.” He smiled. “And thank you too.” 

Words were no longer necessary so their bodies took over from there. Kerick Riley, the Grim Reaper, made slow love to his wife, his cock sinking into her welcoming flesh over and over, again and again. 

And when it was over, Nellie Kan Riley, once his captive and now his wife, clung to her beloved Kerick as he had prayed she one day would. 



Epilogue 
A sennight later 


And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him. 

* * * * * 

It was over. For now. 

They had collected the serum and escaped with their lives—barely, but they’d done it. Unfortunately, the Xibalba scientists had quickly discovered that the antidote had its limits. It could kill the infection within a human that had not yet succumbed to disease, but it could not regress the disease in sub-humans. At least for now, that part of humanity was still lost to them. Tara was cured, as was Kora. For now they would celebrate that as the victory it was. 

Nellie, Tara and Patricia would continue their work with the serum in the hopes of being able to find a cure to make regression a reality. Kerick and Elijah would continue their work too, formulating and eventually executing plans to end the Hierarchy’s stronghold over Federated Earth. It would take years before they could amass a strong army, but they would do it. And as it turned out, they would do it without Xavier. 

“You’ll see me again, old friend,” Xavier murmured to Kerick who was escorting him as far as the Crossroads. His wink was jovial, but masking a great deal of pain. “You have found your place in this world, you have found your destiny in Nellie. Now I need to figure out what mine is.” 

Kerick couldn’t pretend he didn’t understand. Xavier had lived most of his life as an Outlaw and the rest of it as a death row slave laborer in Kong. Nothing could erase the horror of those years, but maybe, just maybe, something or someone out there could make it all seem worthwhile. “I hope you find whatever it is you seek, amigo.” He came to a halt as the Underground Crossroads came within sight. “And I hope one day you return to us.” 

Xavier held his stare. “I make no promises,” he said truthfully. At Kerick’s nod, he qualified that statement a bit. “The only vow I make is that if you need me, I will find you.” 

Kerick sighed, sadness at watching his lifelong friend walk away mingled with hope that Xavier would find his happy ending. “I guess this is it.” He grunted. “If you get yourself killed I’ll dig up your bones and kill you twice.” 

Xavier snorted at that. 

Kerick smiled. “Be safe, old friend,” he murmured. 

They embraced in that awkward way men do. In all of the years they had known each other, it was the first outward gesture of affection they’d ever shown. 

Kerick pulled back and watched Xavier walk away. When his comrade veered left at a corner and disappeared, he turned on his heel and went back to the Xibalba and to Nellie… 

He went back to his life. 

* * * * * 

Nellie awoke in the middle of the night, Kerick’s body draped over hers. She briefly closed her eyes and sighed with deep contentment, deciding then and there never to spend another eve apart from her husband. Not that he’d permit her to, she conceded as her eyes flicked open. She’d be surprised if Kerick Riley ever let her venture further than three feet away from him again. If she didn’t love him so much, Nellie mused on a small smile, she’d no doubt find him exasperating in the extreme to deal with. 

She shifted slightly on the pillow-bed where they lay. He reacted as though he could sense she was awake. His arm tightened in a possessive manner around her, making sure even in his slumber that she didn’t leave him. She turned her neck that she might kiss him on the forehead. “I’ll never leave You,” she murmured. “Sleep well, my beloved.” 

Snuggling in closer to Kerick’s warmth, her back to his front, Nellie’s mind began to drift toward the eve she had almost been erased from existence. And, inevitably, to the sub-human male who had, for reasons she would never comprehend, died that she might live. 

There had been something about him, that creature. Something almost…familiar. Something about his haunting eyes and the way they had shifted just before death claimed him. 

His eyes, she thought, her forehead crinkling as she concentrated on the memory. They had been crimson-red just like every other sub-human’s, but for one brief flicker in time they had been— 

“Green,” she whispered, her heartbeat accelerating. Her eyes widened. “Green,” she breathed out. 

And not just any green. A familiar green. The eyes of a jungle cat, eyes that made her feel as though she was staring at her own gaze in an image map. 

“No,” she rasped out, jolting upright into a sitting position on the pillow-bed. Her breathing grew increasingly labored, blood pounding in her ears, as she came to terms with the grave possibility that— 

No. 

“Nellie,” Kerick said sleepily, sitting upright next to her on the pillow-bed. He ran a soothing, callused hand down the silk of her back. “Nellie, what is it?” 

Her thoughts were so far away and in so much turmoil she hadn’t felt her husband’s touch nor heard his voice. Had her father, the man whom she had always loved but whom she had thought didn’t return that love… 

Had he died to save her life? 

“Oh no,” she choked out, tears welling in her eyes. 

“Nellie,” Kerick said, more forcefully this time. “Speak to Me.” 

She turned to look at her husband, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. What could she say to him? How could she make him understand? She herself did not understand. 

Abdul Kan had never showed a care for his daughter. Every overture of love on Nellie’s behalf had been scorned, shunned and rebuffed. But when all was said and done, when the Hierarchy’s most powerful male could have walked away unscathed and continued about his business none the wiser… 

On a cold, dreary night, in the deepest recesses of a lonely, haunting jungle, a father committed the ultimate sacrifice and gave up his life that his daughter might live. 

Cyrus had answered her prayers. Too late. 

“Please just hold me,” Nellie gasped as Kerick’s arms came around her. “Never let me go.” 

“I won’t,” Kerick murmured, his grasp tightening. “We’ll be together always.” 

* * * * * 

She knew that she must leave this place. Nellie and Kerick deserved time alone together. And Nicoletta, well, she deserved time to herself too. Time to think and time to heal. 

She had always wanted to see Kalast and so to planet Kalast she would go. Kora had already booked her tickets under a false name and all was ready. Nicoletta felt guilty leaving without telling her daughter, but she knew Nellie would only try to talk her into staying when she realized she needed to leave. At least for now. At least until she figured some things out. 

Perversely, inevitably, her thoughts strayed to her husband. She wondered if Abdul missed her at all, then chastised herself for even caring. Would he look for her? she wondered. Did he want her back? Her teeth gritted, knowing as she did that the answers simply didn’t matter. 

All the yen in Federated Earth could not entice her into returning to the harem. She deserved to be mastered by a man who would take no wench to wife but her. She wore Abdul’s brand, but she was pretty enough that other males would overlook it to have her. But did she want another man? She sighed. She just didn’t know. 

Her beloved Sinead had once said to her that destiny can never be defeated. You can battle, you can rage against it, but in the end it always wins. 

But what, Nicoletta asked herself as she gathered together a few meager possessions and prepared to exit the chamber, what was her destiny? Throwing open the doors and breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes and dragged in a long, cathartic breath. 

Her brown, searching eyes slowly opened. Somewhere out there was Nicoletta’s destiny. 

She would find it. 




The End