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Laughter ran around the table. The officer winked at his companions, jerked
the slave's skirts up, and dropped onto her back. He opened his pants and
mounted her ass. Zyne watched with amusement.
"It was a blessing from our god that we took the Kyser's best general in our
first attack, said Ynkendio.  Reynhard Dreslin will not be stopping us this
time."
"Indeed, purred Zyne.  What about the Kyser's other generals?"
"Only Dreslin was of the first order. None of the restare half the tactian
that he was. Ynkendio sneered.
The wine went round several times, and gradually the party turned to other
appetites. Orgy? Zyne smiled at the gathering,then sealed the doors with a
casual flick of her hand.
A Lemyari dragged his bound slave to a corner of the room, untied her legs so
that he could get them open wider, and mounted her while he fed. One of the
human officers nudged his companion, and they grabbed two of the serving
slaves, tore their garments off, and raped them beneath the table, laughing at
their screams.
Ynkendio chuckled and glanced at his wife.  There's only one sheath for my
sword, but many necks for my fangs. Share this one with me, dearest?"
"Of course, Maruska answered with a demure smile. They took the female that
was bound between them and bit into her.
Zyne glanced at Mondarius as she dragged a slave across her lap.  Not my
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favorite flavor, but it will do."
Mondarius, knowing that his blood was her favorite, shivered before sinking
his fangs into slave kneeling beside his chair.
* * * *
The prince looked pale, and in a state of shock that went beyond the anguish
of his body. It concerned Reynhard to see him like that. Their captors had not
tied them again, although there were soldiers all around the tent to prevent
their escape. Even had they wished to try for escape, they were all too ill
from Maruska's venom to attempt anything.
Damn Maruska and Ynkendio.Bastard betrayer of humanity.
"I'm so sorry, Tibalt. Reynhard stroked his young prince's head.
Reynhard's touch and his words registered, and Tibalt turned his glassy eyes
toward him.  We tried to hide. I remembered how you told us ... knowing when
to retreat ... is the better part ... of valor."
"How did it happen?"
Tibalt's eyes went distant and it was clear to Reynhard that the prince's
mind had wandered. He heaved a sigh.  What? Oh.A secret room behind the mantle
... Dearg and I. For all the good it did. Tibalt stared into nothing again
for a long time.  They have magic ... they can sniff you out."
Reynhard forced his body to straighten despite his pain, drew Tibalt onto his
lap, and held him against his chest as if to close out some of the horror.
"How can God have let this happen? Tears ran down Tibalt's face.
Reynhard held him tighter.  I don't know."
"They ... they were raping the women ... as we fled. Dearg insisted. I wanted
to fight. After they caught us, they marched us past the scaffolds, and I saw
... I saw the impalements. Tibalt caught another struggling breath.  They put
us in line near the end. I saw them do Gerda remember her? One of the soldiers
was laughing next to me. He kept saying that they were fucking her with a pole
and that from the sounds of her screams she must be enjoying it. Tibalt gave
way to shuddering sobs.
Reynhard held Tibalt until the youth fell into exhausted slumber in his arms,
and then he placed him on his bedding and covered him up. The heir of Dreslin
sat beside Tibalt long into the night. He ran his finger over the lips of the
incision in his chest in a distracted, yet obsessive manner. It had closed up,
all except the edge; otherwise Reynhard would have tried to shove his fingers
into it. Not that he imagined it would do any good. The egg had settled very
deep inside him. He could feel the pressure, and it shifted in a way that
suggested it had a soft shell like a lizard's egg, rather than a hard shell
like a bird.
He threw his head back, fighting his morbid curiosity about the thing in his
chest. This did not do any of them any good. They were all dead myn walking.
Reynhard turned his head at the sound of someone coming in.
"Still hurting, Reynhard? Ynkendio asked in a taunting tone.  It will get
worse and worse. I'll enjoy watching you die."
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Reynhard opened his eyes and saw Ynkendio crouching over him. Had it not been
that Ynkendio's features below the horns were unchanged, coupled with the fact
that Ynkendio remembered him, Reynhard would never have recognized the demon
as themon he had once been. Bloody betrayer. Have you no soul, Ynkendio? No
heart? No honor?"
"I could ask the same of you ... dragging me around in chains."
"I would never have sacrificed my humanity for vengeance."
Ynkendio glanced across the sleeping bodies of the suffering myn.  Oh, it was
much more than that. I have proven that my god is more powerful than yours.
When I'm done, your people will have no god but mine."
Reynhard started to answer, but a hard rush of pain ground through him, and
he crumpled, groaning.
Ynkendio chuckled softly.  Enjoy yourself, Reynhard."
Then the demon left.
* * * *
Mondarius neck still felt sore from Zyne's fangs as he began to set up for
his rite. She had fed upon him twice in the last three days, and although he
had fed well afterward, he still felt nauseated. He wanted a vision of things
to come, pure and unadulterated, and would only strive to alter what he saw if
forced. Because he needed to allow the psychic streams to reach him from the
ether, he could not shield this working. The divinator needed to open himself
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