Keira bit into the ball gag as the searing pain in her back grew more. She kept her concentration, healing her back after it was cut open, infuriating Drackon-El. He swung the whip harder, the jagged steel tips tearing into her flesh, as it glowed and was healed again. One last stroke, and he gave up, rage making him sweat. The bulge in his pants aching, he rearranged himself as he took off her blindfold. He traced the symbols down her spine, he was careful to not hit them for he didn't want to damage any connection to her power. He brought his arms around to her jewelry, kneading her breasts he yanked, pulling the pieces of metal through, tearing her nipples, feeling them bleed down her stomach. Her muffled screams made his cock twitch, but he had to pace himself.
Coming around he took her ball gag out, as she spat at him, glaring. He stroked her cheek, dodging as she tried to bite his hand, and back handed her, proceeding to take off the collar. His final act, one he was savoring, he looked her in the eyes as he yanked on the chain connecting to her clit. Her face twisting in pain almost brought him release. He threw the jewelry on the floor.
"I think that's enough for now," he said bending down to lick her nipple, the metal tasting blood was intriguing to him. He had never tortured a Terran before and it was proving most exciting.
Turning he walked out the door, his Second following him. "Have her cleaned up and fed, I don't want her dead just yet."
Hitting his chest with his fist and bowing, Thurrum-Geth replied, "Yes Master."
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Greyson gratefully took the water offered to him, uncaring that it was Ari on the other end of the drink. Sweat beaded off his face as he reassured that Keira was okay before severing the connection. He was supplying her with power, she used it to heal herself and piss off that bastard. Greyson had felt every lash of the whip, the tearing burning heat when he tore the jewelry out, and only through the connection was he able to keep her conscious when he tore the clamp off of her clit.
Greyson got up and went to the break room of the ship, his new routine. He would stay there for a few hours, punching the practice dummies until he was able to control himself.
It was three days after Drackon-El attacked the celebration. Many were dead, the army coming in, killing the rest of his creatures as Greyson and Ari attended to Samuel.
They weren't able to save his legs, but they did manage to keep him alive. He now resides in a floating chair, something looking like a futuristic wheel chair. Drackon-El's plan back fired. Instead of weakening them, the whole Colony now was at their backs. The ship Greyson was on, was three days out from the ship Keira was on. Other Colony forces were waiting ahead, planning to bottleneck Drackon-El's forces and give them enough time to board the ship and find her.
Frustrated, he punched at the dummy, as a whoosh was heard letting him know someone else was joining him. Turning he could see Ari standing at the entrance. Turning back he continued his assault, throwing punches and kicks as he blocked the response of the dummy. It matched his speed and timing, but it still wasn't enough as Greyson laid hit after hit, the ping of connection filling the room.
Ari grabbed two practice sticks, long staffs, that had sensors attached and went to Greyson.
"Spar with me," he said when he got the man's attention.
Grayson grabbed the stick, heading to the circle. "I won't be gentle."
"I don't want you to be," Ari spoke as he stripped out to his basics. Both men stood in pants and shirts, feet bare, at the ready.
They touched sticks and then it began. Greyson was vicious attacking Ari without rest. Meanwhile Ari seemed calm and collected, blocking and evading Greyson's hits. As Greyson swung, Ari turned and dodged, swinging his stick out, knocking Greyson off his feet and to his back, losing his stick. Ari pointed the stick at his throat as the computer system called the match.
Offering his hand Ari stated, "That is the difference between us, you are quick to act, letting your feelings get the best of you, burning those around. I wait, I wait to see what others do first, and use that motion against them. You need to learn to wait, or your going to burn yourself, and her, up."
Greyson got up ignoring Ari's hand. "We're fine thanks. I'm keeping her alive aren't I?"
Ari nodded slightly, putting his stick back up. "You are, but are you healing her?" Greyson opened his mouth to respond but Ari held up a hand. "I don't mean just giving her power to heal her wounds, I mean healing all of her, her mind as well. A mind is a fragile thing, and to be tortured the way she is, she's bound to fracture. You need to give her the strength she needs against him. Otherwise he will break her in ways even your power cannot fix."
With that, Ari turned and left, leaving Greyson with his thoughts. He returned to the head of the ship to review their progress, dressing as he went. Many of the females and some of the males looked at him ad he passed. He knew he was lusted after, either his body or his position. He was not only captain of his city, but he was prince of his home world, Eliea. When he was younger, about a century ago, he had argued with his mother and father. He wanted to go out and make something of his life, before having to sit on a throne. He would have rather passed that job onto his seven sisters, all who were eager to wear his mother's crown.
Eventually they gave in, and let him join the High Guard. He worked his way up the ranks honorably, and now was stationed as Captain of Damriel the home world of the Council. With that station came a burden. He was wanted for his title, nothing more. His thoughts turned to Keira. He was on patrol that night, even though he had a high station, he never thought it beneath him to task himself with what others thought grunt work. He loved traveling through the city streets after sun down, the quiet bringing him peace and letting him be with his thoughts.
His thoughts were interrupted when a flash of blue ran passed some of the stalls at the end of the lane. His gut reaction was to follow, so he broke out into a light jog, following the figure. He realized it was a woman. Her skirt was whipping around her legs, giving him flashes of pale skin as she ran. Her back was glowing with red symbols as he realized he was following the Elemental that was brought into his city. He slowed his jog and came to a stop as he saw her walk to the edge of the dock, he was unsure if she was going to jump, for he had no idea what was going on. He waited, watching as she sat, her red hair flying around her with the gentle wind.
She had her arms wrapped around herself, her outfit was revealing as the puzzle in Ari's head clicked together. He had heard the rumors swirl about the Elemental and her Keeper. Sucking in a quiet breath he interrupted her thoughts.
She was beautiful. Her red hair shining in the light of the moons, her pale skin glowing. Warm brown eyes drew him in and as he looked down he could see the swell of her chest, tipped with rosebuds, through her dress. He offered his cloak, as his gaze lingered too long, making her blush and he watched entranced as the blush crept from her cheeks, down her smooth neck and to her chest as she covered herself. They sat on the dock for a long while, neither speaking. It was the most peaceful moment Ari had experienced in a long while. It was interrupted by her stating she wished to go back. Ari escorted her, taking a long route, wanting to extend his time with this enchanting creature. He talked about his city with pride, the people and cultures that gathered here, he delved a bit into his home world, and she seemed interested, asking questions. He tended to her injured foot, secretly happy to be able to bring her close to him, inhaling her scent, it was light, fresh, faintly smelling floral. Finally they made it to her room and his night with her had to end. She kept looking to a door, he assumed her Keepers as he brought her attention back to him, he kissed her hand, against protocol but he didn't care at the moment. She made him feel alive in a way he couldn't explain.
And now she was held by the greatest evil the galaxy has known. His thoughts returned to the present as he talked to the ships captain, discussing the course, and tactical measures being taken. He wish he could will them to go faster. Not only was she at stake, his feelings for her growing stronger, but the entire galaxy. He shared a look with Samuel, who was resting in the corner of the room. Samuel had confided in them both that if they didn't get to her, they didn't have to fear him taking her power, they had to fear him making her go dark.
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Keira looked at the alien tending to her. She was a Grey, she had a round smooth head, large black eyes, thin lips and just a small nose. She had long fingers, twice the length of Keira's and was washing her down. She put on a stinky substance to her nipples and back, it tingled as it healed her skin. They had let her down, but kept her arms bound, in a metal that felt like cloth but was hard as steel. The Grey tried to feed her some berries, but Keira shook her head. The Grey looked pleadingly at her. She opened her mouth and spoke, "P-please, eat the fruit. He will h-harm me if you don't."
Keira could see the Grey was scared but she couldn't be sure it wasn't some ploy from Drackon-El. "How old are you?" She asked the creature.
"I am ten."
"Ten years," Keira asked her eyebrows shooting up, "Are you an adult?"
The Grey shook her head. "I am a youngling. He killed my parents and, and, took me."
Keira still wasn't sure, but the look on the Grey's face and her nervousness made Keira eat some of the fruit. She didn't taste anything, except the flavor of the berries and she hoped it wasn't a mistake. "What's your name?" She asked as she chewed. The Grey just shrugged, "We don't have names. At least I never knew mine."
"Well I have to call you something," Keira stated as she finished the fruit. "What about Alice?"
"Al-liss" the Grey repeated. "Alice. I like it, thank you." She bowed slightly then jumped when the door slammed open. Thuruum-Geth walked in, scowling at Keira.
"Has she eaten?"
