Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 5

... beastman kingdom, and anyone who got too close would be met with the fiends’ fangs and claws. Now, with Noah in charge, the prisoners’ attitudes had done a full 180º.

“Please, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!”

“I need my medicine! I need my medicine! In the name of the spirits, I’m begging you!”

“I’ll do anything! Please, just a drop! I’ll make you feel good!”

These soldiers of the Pack, and even the middle echelon members who had worked directly under the former king as generals and advisors, had now become shadows of their former selves. They reached their arms out as if begging for food, and as Noah walked by, their desperation grew, throwing themselves at the iron bars. Where pain had failed to make these corrupted souls talk, pleasure opened the floodgates, pleasure in the form of a syringe full of Elutrin, the only thing more addicting than the parasite’s venom. Just as he had used it on Mark Saveat, it worked wonders in getting the Pack members to spill their secrets.

He stopped at one cell and revealed the needle. “Sorin, the details you gave me on the three shipments proved truthful, so you get a dose.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He thrust his arm out, exposing the darkened veins, and licked his lips frantically like a dog trying to eat food off a counter. The ...

... syringe went in, and as Noah pressed the plunger, the man’s deranged face melted into a look of hedonistic euphoria. He collapsed to the floor, relishing the high.

“Now, the next dose goes to whoever can tell me the identity of the Liege.”

The men all started shouting names, locations, and details, none of which matched, and soon, they all started arguing with each other, throwing around accusations of lying. That was the problem with using Elutrin to gather information. They were addicts and would say anything to get another hit.

“I don’t like what I’m hearing. If nobody gives me anything I can use, then nobody gets their medicine.”

“We don’t know who he is!” one man sobbed. “We keep telling you! We never met him in person! Only the Profane up top have seen his real face! Please, we’ll answer any question you have, but we can’t tell you anything we don’t know!”

“That is quite disappointing. Do any of you have any real leads I can follow?” Everyone was either silent or continued shouting lies. Noah went to the crying man and gave him a dose to reward his honesty. “Now, the rest of this syringe goes to whoever can tell me where the beastman prisoners are being kept. Your forces have been sweeping the west and snatching up the nomadic tribes, so I want to know, where have you been holding them?”