Insatiable - Chapter 3 - Grim Tidings - Sex Stories

Insatiable - Chapter 3 - Grim Tidings

... ordinary Chosen. Normally they were pale as fuck. This guy had a palette of inflamed red flesh with scorched lines of black painted across his face. It would likely heal, in time, but he'd gotten some serious sun recently and not the fun kind. There was no fun kind for the Chosen.

The brown-haired lieutenant lifted three packets of bright red plasma. He displayed them to Reynauld before tossing them at his feet.

“Dinner's served, asshole.”

“Thank you kindly” Reynauld replied in deadpan fashion, punctuated by a cough. “But I'm not hungry.”

“The fuck you aren't. Your wounds healed, but you need to feed. You look like shit.”

Reynauld lifted one hand to his neck and felt for the two puncture wounds that were no longer there. He glanced up at the scarred henchman with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Look who's talking.”

“Fuck you, hunter swine! Or, I suppose I should say, former hunter.”

“Let me guess. You're the moron who grabbed Rosa? And the Red Queen wasn't pleased?”

“None of your business. If it was up to me we'd bleed you out and savor every drop, but Mistress Sadie wants you alive. You're unworthy of the honor, but you're one of the Chosen now.”

“That must really burn your ass. After I killed four of your buddies. They weren't the first, either.”

Devin ignored his taunts. “Good luck trying to endure the hunger. You can fight it for a while, but by the time I return, those packets will be empty. If they're empty because you stupidly ...

... poured them out, then you'll start to go feral. I wouldn't recommend it. It's a very unpleasant experience.”

His jailer turned to leave and Reynauld stretched out his hand.

“Wait! Rosa! Is she okay? What are you doing with her?”

Devin didn't turn back. He spoke over his shoulder as he strode from the room. “Live and find out.”

The heavy door re-latched. The lock was secured and the light blinked out, casting Reynauld back into darkness. Only it wasn't total black, as it should've been. It was a darkness unlike any he'd experienced before. He could still see. Not perfectly, but his new night vision gave him a clear outline of the room and everything in it. The blood packs sat before him, radiating a vibrant red color as they called out to him in the dark.

He turned his head, doing his best to ignore them. His chains rattled as he shifted on the ground, trying to find a comfortable position. There was none to be had. Not while the hunger plagued him. It was growing worse by the hour.

Reynauld's body began to shake. His breath came heavier. The sweats descended on him as he hunkered in the dark. How long would he be able to hold out? Was there even a point to testing it?

* * * * *

“The prisoner has been fed, Lady Octavia.”

“Worship my feet” Sadie replied, ignoring his report. She lounged in her office with only a fluffy white bathrobe around her body after a refreshing shower. Her feet were propped up on an ottoman as she leaned back in the plush leather ...