importance of feeding one hybrid above all others. "I want any force that could come to the Neterus aid destroyed."
" Oui," Fallen breathed urgently against her throat, his body shuddering and undulating with hers and Sebastian's. "I have had them send so much flesh that they should be gorged by now." He dragged a fang slowly up her jugular, testing for her acceptance.
"Excellent..." she murmured and slid her eyes shut as his hands captured her breasts.
"Then you may join us."
His sudden vicious strike and violent bodily entry caused Lilith and Sebastian to gasp in
tandem. The sensation of Nuit's member slowly sliding against his, separated only by the thin barriers of Lilith's canal and anal flesh lifted Sebastian's shoulders from the crimson silk and put tears in his eyes.
Nuit peered over Lilith's shoulder as he slowed their previously demanding pace to a crawl, then reached out to run a thumb over Sebastian's quivering jaw. "This," he mur
mured with a bloody smile as his eyes slid shut, "is one of my specialties, mon ami. Menage a trois, as only the French can do."
* * *
she couldn't believe her eyes. Damali stood at the in ner entrance to the once grand palace and stared down the steep flight of white marble steps that led to the huge pool facing what had been Cain's parliamentary court. What had once been pristine dignity was a cross between a dirty triage unit and rebel hybrid headquarters. Her gaze sought Carlos's, and his was harder than she'd expected. It only took her a moment to figure out why.
"That was one stupid motherfucker," Carlos muttered and spat as they followed Valkyrie down the steps. "He had all of this, a whole kingdom in check - gorgeous options, too," he said, passing huddled female hybrids attending the wounded. "And he had to have more
... had to step into my yard. Look at this shit!"
Damali touched Carlos's arm. "Look at all the wounded," she said, her tone shocked but gentle. It was imperative that she keep Carlos focused on the present, and not allow him to dangerously let his mind to get trapped in the past.
"There are only three hundred of us left," Valkyrie said, lifting her chin and steeling herself to the whimpers and moans. "Not all of them will make it, however. Some are badly eaten
... it is only a matter of time."
"Eaten ..." Damali briefly closed her eyes as a horrified shudder passed through her.
"The gray zone seepage around the edges of the shields pollutes what had already been a fragile balance," Valkyrie said bitterly. "The taste of flesh, the scent of it, and the experiments that send whole morsels for them to fight over ... incite roving bands, and once their appetites have been whetted, they go on pillaging missions. The veiled distortions allow us to bleed and be more than energy. We are now flesh." Valkyrie looked toward the angel hybrids, hiding behind floor vases with vacant stares, who'd wrapped broken wings around their desecrated bodies. Swallowing hard, she tearfully glanced toward several leather-winged demon hybrids by the soiled pool, who hid their faces against their forearms as they gathered their bodies into fetal positions on the floor. "It's the same with the rapes. But those are the lucky ones." Carlos shook his head, so upset over the injustice that he Was trembling. "How many of Cain's forces are left?" He glanced at Damali. "Let's clean up this sewer once and for all."
"We can never tell," Valkyrie admitted. "Their numbers are always double ... maybe triple ours in any battle. We started off guarding the shields to keep them contained within our realm, as the Heavenly edict dictated. But as the leaks became worse, so did their aggression. We were closest to the shields, thus the toxic gray zone leaks. This is how we became flesh, came to bleed - which puts us at such risk as you can never fathom. The ones that came back from the campaign with Cain ... the ones who'd fought by his side were the worst. They became the generals, and have taken up a position high on the ridge where Cain's cliffside lair used to be."
"I know the location well," Carlos muttered, fangs beginning to lower again.
"We can't go up there without a strategy, baby," Damali said, placing a hand on his chest.
"This is about them, right now - not the past." She turned to Valkyrie. "The way they die, now, is different - the same with your