Chapter 23

MADELINE

Hael guides me along the mountain ledge, leading me towards the Pleasure Room. His spacious bedroom pulls at my heartstrings. I’ve missed this place.

“I can’t believe I actually miss this—our bedroom,” I whisper to Hael. I glance at the shower on the wall, hoping we might all shower together when this is over. That would be a nice way to conclude a punishment.

Maybe they’ll even kiss me… if they think I’ve earned it. Hael just smirks to himself, not saying a word. Instead, he reaches down to stroke my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my ear.

It’s a comforting touch… it makes me smile. I’m glad he doesn’t see how quickly I react. I focus my attention forward as we walk, noticing that the vault door is slightly open… and now it’s opening wider to reveal a scantily-clad Adara emerging with a new set of shackles.

They’re for Darren ~and~ Mason. Oh, God. I blush as she hides them behind her back at the sight of me, turning to me and giving her emerald-headed brother a pointed look.

“Sister, taking our toys again?” Hael murmurs, his voice laced with disapproval. He slips into the vault, leaving me alone with Adara.

I watch as Hael disappears into the pitch-black vault, my heart pounding as I imagine the wicked games the twins will devise for their brat… me. Oh, boy.

“First time in there for punishment, mouse? You know it’s hardcore in there, right?” Adara asks, her eyes narrowing. “Even in your condition…” she adds, speaking to me privately, ~you disrespected them again, didn’t you, silly mouse?~

~Maybe.~

~I do enjoy watching you make them suffer,~ Adara whispers back. ~Don’t you know how much I want their egos deflated? Maybe you’ll do me a favor and listen to what I say… in return, I’ll help you gain some leverage.~

~Yes, please,~ I whisper back. ~What do you want? I’ll obey.~

Adara gives me a sickly-sweet smile. “Wait here, mouse,” she instructs, raising an eyebrow as she heads back towards the vault. “These are subpar—you need a better blacksmith. Poor quality, Hael. My slaves could break these.”

I stand close to the slightly open door, listening in.

~Wait out there, mouse. Don’t peek and don’t run,~ Hael murmurs in my mind.

“Impossible… I designed these,” Hael dismisses her.

“You’re deluded,” Lochness rattles the shackles. “There’s no weakness at all.”

“Oh, I promise there is. My mates have broken their last pair—that’s why I came here looking for a replacement. But it’s the same crap again.”

“Adara, you’re insulting me,” Hael retorts, snatching the shackles from her. “Look. Maybe there was something wrong with the last pair, but these are fine.”

I turn away from the door, pressing my back against the rock, listening to the sound of shackles clacking and locking. “It’s tight. Strong. No issues.”

“Mm, no, no. Not that one, the other one, and the link in the middle is faulty too—I’ll demonstrate,” Adara must grab Lochness because I hear him hiss in protest. “Don’t use your extra power, pull apart as men and see how easy it snaps.”

“You cuff Darren and Mason together?” Lochness chuckles. “Oh, sister, you are strange.”

“You’d cuff that little mouse to her twin if she had a sister,” Adara whispers suggestively. “Now pull apart.”

~Mouse, did you run?~ Hael asks. ~You’re too quiet. Respond when I speak to you.~

~I’m right outside the door, Master,~ I respond—maybe a bit too eagerly.

I hear another clack. “It’s not breaking,” Hael laughs. “You’re letting your arrogance get the best of you. It’s only until the babies are born and then you won’t be enjoying my position any longer. Now you’re looking in the wrong drawer. The key is right there, woman.”

“Oh, no,” Adara fumbles with things. I hear drawers opening and closing before she sighs. “…oh… I was ~looking~ for this! The magical snake?”

“Yes, but you won’t need it. It’s a spelled rope for Madeline, to contain her,” Hael explains. “Put it down, we’ll need to use it.”

“It blocks magic?” Adara asks. “I can’t feel mine when I hold it, but I can control it with my mind powers when it’s not touching my skin… very interesting invention, Hael.”

“…it’s also very powerful…” Hael murmurs so quietly I almost can’t hear him. “…the Slayer’s power is extreme… extreme measures must also be taken…”

“Ha. I may despise your weak, pathetic, mortal mate,” Adara laughs haughtily. “But not as much as I despise the mistreatment of a pregnant woman. Bringing her here is completely unacceptable while she’s carrying my niece and nephew.”

“~Adara~…?” Hael’s voice changes.

“~Too late~, you fools,” Adara hisses triumphantly. I hear loud bangs and grunts—then her voice in my mind. ~Come in, mouse,~ she says quietly.

After their harsh grunts, I feel our mental bond go cold, muffled, and disconnected.

I’m left feeling confused as I turn to the vault door to see Adara slipping out, holding a new pair of shackles. She presses her palm to my cheek, something cold and metallic pressing against my skin.

“Call me if you need assistance,” Adara drops her hand and presses something into my hand—a small metal key. I hold the key in my palm, blushing as Adara looks me over. “Say thank you. Manners, mouse.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, curling my fingers around the key. ~I’m scared to look at what you did in there. Why are they so quiet? Did you knock them out?~

~No, mouse,~ Adara grins, turning to leave. She licks her sharp canines as she moves away, the chains jangling in her hand. ~Don’t be too harsh about their predicament,~ she advises. ~They might just shed a tear, poor beasts.~

Once she’s gone, my curiosity gets the better of me.

I slip into the vault and shut the door, turning to look at the instruments on the wall. They’re designed for pleasure and pain… punishment and submission… I squint… and I see my mates.

They’re on the far wall, down the narrow chamber. Hael and Lochness are seated on the floor, their arms shackled together at the wrists. Their arms are raised above their heads.

Adara, their sister, is the one who does this to them.

She’s quick, so quick that they’re completely… well… defeated. They underestimate her deviance, a trait they all share, but hers is stronger. A long, glowing rope of green anti-magic is wrapped around their heads and mouths, gagging and blinding them.

The rope is long enough to catch their other two free arms and tie them to loops above their heads. They can’t talk because they’re gagged.

They can’t communicate with me because the rope is cursed. Adara uses her mind powers to trap them mercilessly with this ~snake-like~ device.

They’re usually free, fast, strong, and powerful. Now they’re just stuck. As they breathe in my scent, their nostrils flare and they start growling.

The sound fills the vault. I place the key on a table and move back to the vault exit, shutting and locking the door from the inside.

I move back toward them, the green fire from two lanterns illuminating them. I sit down opposite them, near their feet, and start speaking quietly. “Hear me out…”

They try to snarl through the rope, but they can’t spit it out or chew through it. “First, stay calm.” I raise my voice a bit. “Hael… Lochness… I apologize for being a brat. I’m very sorry for being disrespectful and always losing myself to my short temper. I…”

I find it easy to talk to them like this. “I am not laughing because… I didn’t think I’d… like this but… wow…” I press a hand between my legs, rubbing over my sensitive clit, down to my pussy, testing how wet I am… yep—~they’re mine tonight~. “Just promise me that you won’t kill me if I ‘take advantage’ of you.”

Hael shakes his head, while Lochness remains still, resting his head back. He doesn’t move at all, aside from his breathing.

I crawl closer and make one concession. I press my fingers to the rope above their brows and pull it down, so I can see their fierce eyes.

Their emerald orbs open and watch me over the edges of the snake rope. I blush at the way they’re smoldering for me, even now.

“I’m going to get these leather pants off you,” I tell them. “Please don’t kick me.” Hael shakes his head—Lochness bites the rope, snarling when it doesn’t even make a thread tear.

“Hey.” I glare at Lochness. “Hael knows to play nice… because if you don’t—you’re delaying your freedom. Right? Be nice. Tonight, you belong to the princess of Requiem.” I press my finger to the tip of Lochness’s nose, and he breathes in deep and calms down a bit.

I lean in to kiss his nose too, leaning back with a smile as he just watches me through hooded eyes. I turn to Hael and say, “Think of it like this; we will all be playing with fire tonight and all of us are getting burned.” I tap my finger to his nose next, as I feel his eyes are filling with warmth, even though he hates it… he also trusts it’s not as bad as it could be… I ~could~ kill them. And I’m not opting for that. “You know why?” I whisper. “Because when I let you go, I’m in big trouble, too.” I reach down and start to take off Hael’s leather pants with quick fingers. “I have to be nice anyway… by default, right?” I reassure him. “Still at your mercy in regards to… later… so don’t be afraid of a mouse.”

Hael makes a gruff noise of agreement. “Good Dragon, you learn so quickly…” I smirk a little.

Hael goes quiet at that, his eyes sharpening again. Oh, they hate this.

As I tug off his pants, I look to Lochness and purse my lips. He’s tilting his head back, closing his eyes, thinking to himself.

Oh. I see a slither of a tear at the corner of his eyes. When I’ve taken off Hael’s only garment, I crawl back forward and reach up to wipe away Nessy’s tear with my tongue.

One green eye flickers open as I move closer to press my lips to his ear. “I know you’re going to be bad—so you can watch and learn how to behave like your brother.” I reach for his pants next. “Just think about afterwards.” I wink at Lochness, hoping he can focus on the freedom part so he doesn’t have a mental breakdown about being at the mercy of a lowly rat. Albeit a very pretty one.

As I tug at his pants, I see his cock is already rock hard, springing forward. I only manage to take his pants off halfway before I lean down and suck his cock into the back of my mouth, hearing Nessy groan when I do it deep. Then I pull off, kissing the tip. His cock is shiny with my saliva, the veins throbbing hard.

“Ouch… that’s got to hurt, right? When I stop?” I pull his pants off the rest of the way, wondering if that’s one way I can hurt them. “Again. Think of the end, because I’m going to do whatever I want… I’ll take the consequences later… or maybe I’ll just…” I shrug one shoulder and sit back, their pants in a pile next to me. “Go full Slayer before then…” I let that sink in and they glance at one another, their eyes dark and narrowed. Is that a bit of fear?

I have no clue what they’re thinking, to be honest. But I know they can’t communicate to me, let alone each other.

I am not ready for this switch. This vault is a dangerous place. Adara used it against them. I am taking advantage of it. I could untie them but I am technically obeying Adara. So… I am just being a good mouse, by being a bad mouse, right?

Besides. Maybe I can fuck the brat out of myself, by fucking them exactly how I want for the rest of the night.