He looked dispassionately down at the young woman lying there, stripped bare, each arm and leg tied to a post of the bed. He let his gaze drift over her, taking in long auburn hair, wide frightened brown eyes, and lips that were cherry red from the gag in her mouth. Her high, firm breasts quivered from both struggling with her bonds and fear, pink nipples erect. Scanning further down, over a trim waist and small hips, he saw the patch of curls that matched her auburn hair, hiding her center. Looking at her legs, tied as they were, he saw they were trim and shapely, like dancers legs. The woman struggled even more, trying to plead with him though her gag. He swept his eyes back to hers, knowing all that she would see in his eyes was pity…and sadness.
“Shhh…there’s nothing I can do. We’re both trapped in what will happen here tonight.” Kaden’s voice was soft, but emotionless. Kicking out of his jeans he stood before her naked. Setting down on the edge of the bed next to the woman’s head, he reached out, stroking her cheek. It was wet with her tears.
“I’ll give you something to make this easier on you. You won’t remember any of this.” Waving his other hand over the night stand next to the bed, two small crystal tear drop shaped apothecary jars appeared. Each was etched with a set of Runes and each held a colored substance. He picked up one that contained a pale blue liquid looking at it as he fingered the stopper in it. The hand that had been stroking her cheek moved to the gag in her mouth. “I have to remove this but you must be quiet. “ He uttered a few words under his breath then tapped the woman’s lips three times with long lean finger.
As Kaden hooked his finger under the gag and lifted it off her mouth, the woman opened her mouth to scream. Nothing came out. She tried again…nothing. She had no voice. The man removed the stopper from the bottle in his hand.
“Open your mouth.” She shook her head, screaming no in her mind. “I said OPEN your mouth!” he repeated with a force that had her doing just that. She watched as he tipped the contents of the bottle into her mouth. “Swallow” was all he said. Her body did as he commanded; she felt the cool liquid slide down her throat. “Good…Good.” He said “It won’t hurt you. It will make you ready for me. You’ll beg me to take you with those brown eyes; you’ll ache for me to ride you hard, to pound into you. You’ll give me everything. Your body, your heart, and your magic.” He was almost whispering to her now. “And you just might survive.” He smiled a sad smile.
She shivered, feeling a heat spread through her body, pooling between her spread legs. She twitched, her eyes glazing over, her body tingling, aching for this strange man’s touch. She didn’t care that she may die, she needed him NOW. His cock buried deep in her wet core, taking her hard. Picking up the other bottle, the man popped the stopper off and drank down the red liquid in it. One swallow and it was gone.
“This isn’t easy for me either.” He told her as she writhed on the bed. “I’ve had to do this since I was 15. There was a new girl or woman every few weeks or months. Some didn’t survive. Others were left…” he paused, his face flushed, his hand reaching down to stroke his flaccid cock. “…damaged.”
Kaden closed his eyes, thinking back to the years that his father had made him do this, taking woman after woman, looking for that elusive one that would be a True Mate. The one that would release whatever magic his father told him was locked deep within him. Kaden gave up years ago trying to tell Richard Regan that he didn’t have that mystical magic within him. He had figured out when he was 17 that IF he did indeed have a True Mate and could possess that magic, he wouldn’t live long. His father would find a way to strip him of it, even if that meant killing his only child, his son.
Loud moans interrupted his thoughts, looking down at the woman; Kaden felt the lust starting to rage in his belly, his cock now quivering as he continued to stroke it. His hand fisted around it, pumping faster with long firm strokes. He knew he was close to losing himself to the primal sexual urges that the powerful aphrodisiac would ensure he could perform. After all these years, it was the only way he could take a woman. As the red fog of unbridled lust took him, Kaden snarled, his cock now standing on its own, jutting from the nest of curls at its base.
Just before losing total control, he had one last moment of clearly, long enough to mutter hoarsely “I’m sorry”. Giving in to the lust roaring through his veins, Kaden Regan pounced on the now willing woman, thrusting roughly into her without preamble.