“Pleasure me!” she begged him.

“You have said you would bear my son, Nyura,” he replied. “Do you understand that in creation there is pain, my pet?”

“I will do whatever you desire, my lord, if you will just give me pleasures,” Nyura promised him. “Please! I am burning for you.”

Kolgrim withdrew his fingers from her, and stroked her hair. “There, my pet, I will reward you shortly, but for now I want of you what your cousins had of you.” He put his dark head between her legs, and with his forked tongue began licking her lust orb.

“Ohhh, my lord!” Nyura sobbed as her lust began to burn higher.

The tongue slid deep into her wet silken sheath, stroking its walls, readying her for his entry. Nyura had no idea of what awaited her. Despite his own burgeoning need he had to make certain her body was perfectly prepared to receive his seed. Her juices were already flowing, and she moaned with her need. He felt the tiny sharp nodules beginning to erupt all over his cock. This only happened when a son was to be created. “Tell me you love and desire me, Nyura. Tell me again that you would gladly conceive my son,” he murmured hotly into her delicate little ear.

“Oh, my lord, how can you doubt that I love you? I do! I do! And I want you so desperately that I shall die if you do not soon fuck me! Seed me, I beg you! Seed me and give me your son, Kolgrim, my love! Seed me now!”

He did not hesitate, but drove himself hard into her. The sudden show of surprise within her gray-green eyes, her scream of pain, aroused him further. All the hidden nodules on his thrusting cock bloomed, their sharp points caressing her throbbing wet sheath cruelly. Nyura’s nails dug deep into his shoulders and raked down his back, bloodying him. Kolgrim’s mouth met hers in a searing kiss, his forked tongue wrapping itself about her tongue and squeezing it hard.

He ceased his movement briefly, and with a silent command the silver chains with their manacles dropped from the ceiling over the bed. Kolgrim quickly fastened the manacles about each of Nyura’s ankles, careful not to dislodge himself from her. The chains drew themselves back up as soon as she was secured. “And now, my pet,” he whispered to her, “we will begin again.”

“You did not tell me there would be pain,” Nyura sobbed.

“But I did, my pet. I warned you that in creation there is pain, and now there will be more pain than you can imagine. And you will scream for me, for only your cries of agony will force my seed forth from me to create my son.”

“Our son!” Nyura said, and then her screams filled the chamber as he began to thrust deeper and harder into her. At first she thought she would die before he was finished, but then suddenly Nyura realized her own lust was building as a result of the pain. She gasped, and then she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting down with all of her strength.

Kolgrim howled as a fresh wave of almost-unbearable lust rose up in him. He leaned back just briefly as she released his shoulder and slapped her hard several times. Nyura hissed ferociously at him, and laughing, he pistoned her all the harder, causing her to scream again, yet her cries now were more from her anger. But he needed her pain to succeed. Closing his eyes he felt himself growing in length and more nodules coming forth. Nyura’s scream now echoed pain again.

Outside the bedchamber a storm arose suddenly. Lightning flashed, and the thunder crashed louder than he had ever heard it. He caught her hands and pushed her arms above her head, pinioning her. His eyes opened to stare down at her. Her eyes were closed as she struggled to let the pain of their creation wash over her. “Open your eyes and look at me, Nyura!” he growled at her.

“I cannot!” she sobbed. The pain was terrible.

“Open your eyes! If you fail me this night I will kill you, my pet! Now open your eyes and look into mine,” he commanded. “If you are a good girl I will give you pleasures, Nyura. Now open your eyes!”

Her blue eyes looked up into his and she cried out with the pleasures that suddenly overwhelmed her. “I love you!” she cried out to him. “I love you!” And then Nyura realized that he no longer saw or heard her. He was concentrated on creating the child. The pain returned threefold, and she screamed. With each shriek he thrust into her harder and deeper, deeper and harder. Over and over and over again. Then suddenly his juices flooded her, hot and potent, its single seed bursting forth to bury itself in her womb, digging down, eliciting a single pained cry from her as it settled itself. The manacles unfastened from about her ankles, disappearing with their chains. Nyura’s legs fell to the mattress. She was more exhausted than she had ever been in her life.

The Lustlings hurried to refresh their private parts.

Kolgrim arose from her bed when they had finished. “You have been properly seeded, my pet. We will not come together again until the Completion Ceremony.”

“Will I not see you at all?” she asked in a quavering voice. “I love you.”

“I know that, my pet,” he said, his tone more kindly. “We will eat together, and we will talk together when I have time. But we will not take pleasures until after my son is safely delivered. Nothing must endanger the child.”

“My cousins?” Nyura said, pointing to the frozen silent figures of Divsha and Yamka. “Will you return them home now?”

“Not quite yet,” he said with a small smile. “The marriages contracted by you and your cousins bind us as family. I am even bound by blood to Cadarn and Palben. But before they are returned home I mean to seed both Yamka and Divsha with a daughter. The female seed will remain dormant within them until after they have each borne their husbands a son. After a year has passed my seed will bloom in each of their wombs. They will bear my daughters and one day those daughters will wed with their cousins. My daughters will become Domina of Terah and First Lady of Hetar.” He chuckled, very well pleased with himself.

“But what of our son?” Nyura wanted to know. “Who will he wed?”

“Only the Book of Rule can tell him that when the time is right. It will be several centuries before our son becomes the sole ruler of the World of Hetar, my sweet Nyura.”

And then it dawned on Nyura that she was nothing more than a mortal chosen to bear an immortal. She began to weep.

Immediately Kolgrim was back at her side. “What is it?” he wanted to know. “Why do you weep? You must not be unhappy. It will harm the child.”

“I am mortal. I will never live to see my son’s success,” Nyura sobbed.

“Is that all that troubles you?” Kolgrim laughed. “When you give me Ulla’s powers, Nyura, I will be able to give you a lifetime that matches mine if that is what you wish, my pet,” he promised her.

Nyura sniffed. “Really? And you would do that?”

“Of course I will, my sweet.” He kissed her on her forehead. “We will be together always. Now I must go lest I break with tradition. Sleep well, and I shall see you on the morrow when we break our fast, Nyura.” Rising, he walked over to where Divsha and Yamka sat unseeing and silent, and snapped his fingers. The two young women immediately arose and followed after him.

In the corridor outside of Nyura’s bedchamber he found his chancellor waiting.

“It is done, Alfrigg,” he told him.

“Excellent, my lord,” Alfrigg replied. He looked curiously at the naked women.

Kolgrim chortled, and told him how he had brought his mate’s two cousins to her bedchamber, and for what purpose. Then he explained what he would do with the two women now. “The mortals I allow to have some certain power in this world will be my own blood,” Kolgrim said in a satisfied tone.

“Your plan is truly inspired, my lord. Your daughters will manipulate their husbands to your wishes, giving you and your son an easier world to manage,” Alfrigg said. “My lord Kol would be so proud of you.”

“I mean to send my father and brother a cask of wine to celebrate Nyura’s seeding. After I finish with these two I shall do it. Have the cask brought to my library, and prepare a note of explanation that I will attach to it.”

“At once, my lord. May you enjoy the rest of your time with your mate’s toothsome cousins, if my lord will permit me to say so,” Alfrigg said, smiling.

Kolgrim laughed. “You may say it, Alfrigg. You are ancient, but not without eyes.” Then the Twilight Lord walked down the corridor followed by the naked Divsha and Yamka. Entering his private bedchamber, he snapped his fingers, and the two women were immediately aware again. He laughed at their surprise, and then told them that Nyura was now carrying his heir.

“Then why are we still here?” Divsha asked him.

Kolgrim explained his plan to her and to Yamka. They giggled conspiratorially when he finished and, taking his hands in theirs, led him to his bed. Soon the three bodies were entwined in sexual play, and when Kolgrim had finally satisfied his lust on them, and the Lustlings had bathed them, he sent them home.

But not before Yamka said, “How can you be certain I will give Vaclar a son first?” And Divsha nodded.

“I can be sure,” Kolgrim said with a smile. “I will soon be the master of this world, and you can trust in what I say, my pretties.”

14

LARA AWOKE WITH A START. SHE WAS HOME AGAIN in Shunnar, and Kaliq was by her side. She sat up gasping for breath. She had heard the screams, and knew immediately what the sounds portended.

“What is it?” Kaliq asked, immediately awakened when he sensed her distress.

“He has mated her,” Lara said. “I heard her screams in my dream state. In just a few months she will give him his son.”

“We will be long gone,” Kaliq said quietly.