ALUKARS (standalone)
First Taste ( chapter 1)
I woke up in silk sheets that cost more than most people's lives.
The elf sitting in the corner chair disagreed with my assessment.
"I thought you were dead," Silver said, not looking up from sharpening her dagger. "Happy to see you were just pretending."
Silver. Green eyes, dangerous smile, and the kind of loyalty you buy with blood and gold.
"The Genesis Collective doesn't want you anymore," she continued. "They had a bounty on you. I removed it."
"Generous."
"Business. Dead clients don't pay." She looked at me then. "You need to see Gaius. He's south. Dangerous journey."
"Thanks."
"Thanks?" She smiled. "Pay up."
Right. Nothing's free.
"I'll settle later. Just recovered from being 'dead.'"
"Fine. But you know what I'll want as interest."
I did. Silver had expensive tastes.
She melted into the shadows, gone.
Time to explore my temporary sanctuary.
---
The mansion screamed wealth. Marble floors, gold fixtures, paintings worth small fortunes.
Someone had spent serious coin keeping me breathing. Question was: why?
The thing about being dead is that it gives you perspective. In my old life, I'd been weak. Moral. Concerned about consequences.
Pathetic.
This world burned that weakness out of me. When the Genesis Collective carved out my magical core, they did me a favor. Removed the last thing holding me back from embracing what I really was.
A predator.
I didn't want to save this world. I wanted to own pieces of it. Starting with the soft, breakable things that thought they were safe behind their walls and titles.
Rich girls were my favorite. Perfect combination of arrogance and innocence that made breaking them so satisfying.
Voices echoed from below. Male and female, hushed and urgent.
Perfect.
---
I found them in the cellar. A girl pressed against the wall, maybe twenty, with the kind of beauty that came from good breeding and better nutrition.
Academy girl. Probably never been properly fucked in her life.
The man with her was older, distinguished. Professor type. He was touching her like she might break, whispering sweet nothings that were making her look bored.
"Are you certain this is what you want, my dear?" he was saying.
"Yes, Aldric. Please, just... continue."
"I don't want to rush you. We have all the time—"
"Actually," I said, stepping into the candlelight, "your time just ran out."
The professor spun around. "This is a private matter, sir. Please leave."
"Private?" I looked around the dingy cellar. "Classy venue choice, professor."
The girl was staring at me with something that wasn't fear. Hunger, maybe.
Smart girl.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Someone who knows how to finish what he started."
"Sir, I must insist you leave immediately," Aldric stammered.
"How about no?" I stepped closer. He backed away. "Look at her face, professor. Does she look excited about your gentle courtship?"
Her eyes were locked on mine. Not his.
"She's a lady," he protested. "She deserves respect—"
"She deserves to be fucked properly. We both know you're not equipped for that job."
"I beg your pardon!"
"You should beg. For wasting her time."
I could see her fighting a smile. She appreciated quality when she saw it.
"Now, you have two choices. Leave voluntarily, or leave unconscious."
"I won't abandon Lady Bella to a ruffian like you!"
"Wrong choice."
---
One punch. Clean, efficient, devastating.
Aldric crumpled like wet paper.
"Impressive," Bella said.
"That wasn't impressive. That was practical." I dragged Aldric to a chair in the corner, using his belt to secure his hands. A few light slaps brought him around.
"What... where..."
"Relax, professor. You're going to sit there quietly and watch me give your student a proper education."
"You can't... she's a lady..."
"She's about to be my whore. Pay attention."
I turned to Bella, who was watching with fascination instead of fear.
"Now then, princess. Let's discuss what you really want."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Sure you do." I stepped closer. "You've been standing there letting professor boring paw at you like a nervous virgin. But your nipples are hard, and I can smell how wet you are."
Her face flushed, but she didn't deny it.
"The question is, do you want to keep pretending you're some innocent flower? Or do you want to find out what it feels like to be claimed by a real man?"
"You're very confident."
"I have excellent reasons to be." I moved closer. "I've seen how you look at me. Like you're starving."
"And what if I am?"
"Then you're in luck. I specialize in feeding hungry girls."
Aldric made a strangled sound. "Bella, please, don't listen to him. He's a monster."
"Monster?" I laughed. "Professor, you wound me. I'm just honest about what I want. Unlike you, pretending your 'pure love' isn't just wanting to stick your dick in her."
"That's not... I would never..."
"Of course you would. The difference is, you'd spend months boring her with poetry first."
I was close enough to feel the heat from her skin now.
"Tell me, princess. When you touch yourself at night, do you think about gentle kisses? Or do you imagine someone taking complete control?"
Her breath hitched. "You're very presumptuous."
"I'm very right."
I traced one finger along her collarbone. She shivered but didn't pull away.
"I could be gentle. Court you properly, bring you flowers. Would you like that?"
"I... maybe..."
"Liar." My finger trailed lower. "You don't want gentle. You want to be owned. Used. Claimed so thoroughly you forget your own name."
"That's not true."
"No? Then why are you leaning closer instead of pulling away?"
She was. Without realizing it, she'd moved toward me.
"Because deep down, you know what you are. And you know I'm the only one here man enough to give it to you."
Her breathing was ragged now. "Prove it."
Two words. That's all it took.
"Gladly."
---
I grabbed her wrist and spun her around, pressing her face-first against the cold stone wall.
"Hands flat against the wall. Spread your legs."
"I can't just—"
"You can. You will."
I grabbed the neckline of her expensive dress and ripped it open. Fabric tore like paper, exposing her perfect tits to the cold air.
"Look at this," I called to Aldric. "Look at what you thought belonged to you."
"Please," Aldric begged. "Don't do this. She's innocent—"
"She was innocent. Past tense."
I brought my hand down hard on her ass. The slap echoed through the cellar. She cried out, but pushed back against me.
"Again," she whispered.
"What was that?"
"Again. Please."
"Fast learner."
Another slap, harder this time. She moaned, and I could see her getting wetter.
"Tell your professor how this feels."
"It feels incredible."
"Better than his gentle touches?"
"So much better."
"Why?"
"Because you're not afraid of me. You're not treating me like I'll shatter."
"That's right. Because you won't shatter. You'll bend."
I slid my hand between her legs, finding her absolutely soaked.
"Fuck, you're wet. All this from a little spanking?"
"Yes."
"What do you think, professor?" I worked two fingers inside her tight heat. "Think your pure little student is enjoying herself?"
Bella was grinding against my hand desperately.
"I think she's been waiting her whole life for someone to treat her like the dirty girl she really is."
"I'm not dirty," she protested weakly.
"No? Then why are you dripping all over my fingers?"
I pulled my hand away and showed her the evidence. Her arousal glistened on my fingers.
"Taste it."
"What?"
"Taste how wet you are for me."
She hesitated for only a moment, then leaned forward and sucked my fingers clean.
"Good whore."
"I'm not a whore."
"You will be when I'm done with you."
I added a third finger, stretching her. She was so tight, so ready.
"Please," she gasped. "I need more."
"More what?"
"I need you inside me. I need to feel what he could never give me."
"And what's that?"
"A real man's cock. Please, I'm begging you."
Perfect. Exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Turn around. I want to see your face when I ruin you."
She spun around, eyes wild with need. I lifted her onto a wooden crate, spreading her legs wide.
"Look at me while I destroy you for other men."
I freed my cock, and her eyes went wide.
"Holy shit."
"Bigger than you expected?"
"Much bigger."
"Think you can handle it?"
"I don't know. But I want to try."
"Good answer."
I positioned myself at her entrance. She was soaking wet, but virgin-tight.
"This is going to hurt."
"I don't care. Please, just fuck me."
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
"FUCK! You're splitting me apart!"
"Good. I want you to feel every inch claiming you."
I didn't give her time to adjust. Started pounding immediately, each thrust hitting deeper.
"This is what real fucking feels like," I growled. "This is what you've been craving."
"Yes! Oh god, yes! Don't stop!"
"Listen to that," I told Aldric over her screams. "Hear how much she loves being used properly?"
"You're destroying her!"
"I'm completing her."
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her look at Aldric while I fucked her.
"Tell him who's better."
"You are! You're so much better than him!"
"Why?"
"Because you know what I need! Because you're not afraid to take it!"
"And what is he?"
"He's nothing! He could never satisfy me like this!"
Her walls were clenching around me desperately. She was getting close.
"You want to come on my cock?"
"Please! I need to come!"
"Beg properly."
"Please let me come! Please let your whore come on your perfect cock!"
"Look at him while you do it. Show him what he'll never have."
I reached between us to rub her swollen clit. She was right there, trembling on the edge.
"Please," she gasped. "I need to come. Please let me—"
Heavy footsteps thundered overhead. Multiple sets, moving with purpose.
I didn't stop. Kept pounding into her as voices echoed above.
"Someone's coming," she whispered, panic mixing with desperate arousal.
"Then you better come first," I growled, pressing harder on her clit.
The cellar door creaked open above us.
Her eyes went wide, body shuddering on the very edge of climax.
"I'm going to—"
"BELLA!" A man's voice boomed from the stairs. Deep, authoritative, furious.
Her father.
She was so close, so desperate, but terror froze her completely.
I kept moving, kept rubbing her clit, pushing her toward the edge even as discovery loomed.
"Come for me," I whispered. "Right now. Before he sees you."
Her body betrayed her mind. She exploded, screaming silently as her orgasm tore through her.
Footsteps on the stairs. Getting closer.
I was close too, but there was no time.
I pulled out and stepped back, leaving her gasping and exposed on the crate.
"Fix yourself," I commanded quietly. "Now."
She scrambled to cover herself with the torn dress, still shaking from her climax.
The footsteps were almost here.
I melted back into the shadows, watching as her world was about to change forever.
This was just the beginning.