Viola Grace - Mask of the Overlord (3 page)

“You are a proxy and can’t have your own orgasm, so this was simply to what? Expose that I am a slut?”

He withdrew from her with a wet pop and quickly pulled her into his arms. “This body can’t find release, but my mind had no trouble at all. I simply enjoyed the sight of you in pleasure so much that I continued past my own release.”

“Oh. I suppose that you will go now.” She was filled with dread and optimism.

“No. I will stay with you throughout the night.

Tomorrow they will try and stop you and you will have to fight to free me. You need your rest.” He cuddled her against him and hauled her to the bed.

“I really don’t think I will be able to sleep.”

“Then I will have no choice but to make love to you again until you are exhausted. It is your choice.”

The heavy erection at the base of her spine let her know that he was serious. The true mind controlled the actions of the proxy, but also had access to the sensations that the artificial body felt.

He would know if she made a move or didn’t sleep.

Taking a deep breath, she lay still and tried to relax. After an hour, she attempted to ease herself free, but his hands held her tightly, rolling her to her stomach, then sliding two fingers into her.

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on the back of her neck and shoulders causing a rush of moisture and an internal fluttering that he could feel. He was inside her in a moment, his weight pressing her into the sheets as she tried to lift back against him with each rocking thrust.

She slid a hand between her body and the fabric, but he got to her clit before she did, circling with a rough motion that had her bucking back against him. She could hear her voice whimpering, “More.

Harder,” but she ignored it in favour of enjoying the increasing tempo of his hips.

She could hear as well as feel his skin slapping hers with every thrust. Not only would her channel ache later, but she suspected that her ass would look like it was paddled.

Her breath sawed in her lungs, her taut nipples scraped the sheets and when he nipped her shoulder again, her body locked and a high whine came from her throat as she shook and he continued to pound into her.

It went on forever, bursts of light behind her eyes, her body jumping and quivering with every slide of his cock inside her until he finally let her rest.

Exhausted, she lay under him, trying to work her thoughts into a concentrated mass. “Why are you staying with me?”

He licked her neck and inhaled deeply.

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year.”

She tried to raise herself, but he kept her pinned, threading his fingers between hers on the mattress.

“Are you making memories with the other women?”

“No, they are on their way back to the spaceport. You are the only one left.” He rubbed his chest against her spine, like a great cat.

She squirmed against him. “That doesn’t really make me feel better. What time is it?”

“It is just after two in the morning.” She nodded. “When does the door open?”

“Today.”

She smiled with her head turned to one side.

“Then why don’t I put on some clothing and try to get you out of there.”

He levered off her. “I hadn’t thought of that.” She chuckled. “I know what you were thinking.

Let me just freshen up and we can go and see if you are ready to be awoken.”

He sat aside and let her head to the lav, a quick mist in the shower and she removed most of the sweat from her body. She wrapped herself in a towel while she moved around the room, looking for the hidden wardrobe where her nightgown was stored. “Aha.”

She removed the gauzy silken gown and pulled it over her head, the elaborate mess of her hair still pinned in place.

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glass-heeled slippers she had worn to the ball.

“Come on.”

The Overlord had pulled on his pants and boots, but his belt and vest were still on the floor.

He took her by the hand and led her through the dark halls. No guards were visible anywhere and she felt a tingle of awareness that she might be in danger.

They moved in silence with the exception of her clicking heels. The door in the east wing loomed in front of them and sure enough, as she pressed against it, it gave way. She slipped inside, bringing the Overlord with her. With a burst of intuition, she pushed the door closed behind them.

With the door closed, she turned to face the chamber of the true Overlord of Priznik and the Demnar sector.

Wired in a restoration tank, he floated, weightless in a heavy fluid. The mask over his eyes was attached to a breather over his mouth, and she noted the flaring lights on the edge of the mask.

“Come along, Hellara. Get me out of there.”

“You have been in there a long time. This will take some doing.” She explored the control panel and looked at the medical readouts.

He had been infected with a designer virus and the efforts of his staff had cured him temporarily, but it was a slow process that required another component. She swallowed as she realized that
she
was that component.

The Overlord needed Edinar blood, and Hellara was the only Edinar she knew.

She looked at the man in the tank, and the proxy next to her. The choice she had to make was something she would deal with later. The extraction would take six hours to get him functioning again and in the meantime, she needed to prepare herself to give up her blood and possibly her life.

Time ticked by and slowly, the fluids that kept the Overlord in stasis were replaced by blood and saline.

She checked the tube in her own arm and winced. In another half hour, she might not be able to stay conscious.

“Why are you doing that?” The proxy looked concerned, or at least his lips were twisted.

“You need Edinar blood. I am Edinar. The blood is being filtered, but I am a very good match for you. You should be waking within the hour.” She swayed and he caught her.

“You are very pale.”

“I am a redhead, we are always pale.” Spots were swimming in front of her eyes. “Do me a favour and call my dad. He will be worried.” She dimly heard cursing as she was lowered to the floor. Darkness surged and flowed around her and then her father’s orange face was hovering over hers. “Ah, Hellara, what have you done?” 22

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“Life will never be the same.” She smiled up at his face.

Alfred Neering was a Nimlak who had legally adopted her after he bought her as a child. Her stepmother had sold her into what she hoped was a life of drudgery, but with Alfred, Hellara had flourished.

Now he was holding her in his arms and tears formed in his eyes. “You did it, by the way. Your brothers are helping him out of the tank. He’s weak, but alive.”

“Josu is the closest match if he needs more blood.” She drifted off but came to when her father shook her.

“Why are you wearing that mask?”

“He has to take it off, I can’t. Is keyed to him.” She yawned as he lifted her in his arms, the transfusion tube long gone.

“Which one of the boys can help you?” She thought and then lost the thread. “What?”

“Who is closest to you in blood?”

“Lader. It will have to be filtered or his nanos will do something strange, but he is closest. Why?” Alfred rolled his eyes and called for his
son
.

With her family there, Hellara had everything she needed so she relaxed.

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well. “I would not do if it wasn’t necessary, but we have to do this together. How in the name of the gods did you get an Edinar?”

“Her stepmother sold her ten years before the purge started. We declared her dead and I started travelling. I had no idea that they would all be destroyed.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you think that there are others?”

“I have been looking for ten years. She is the first one I have seen.”

Hellara struggled against the constriction of the dress. “I am right here you know, you don’t have to talk like I am unconscious or dead.” The Overlord took her hands and held her still when she would have slapped the dressers. “Be still, Hellara. We only have half an hour. I still need to walk you to the throne room.” She quieted and the dressers finished fussing with her. The Overlord set her on her feet and held her while she got her balance.

She carefully moved and kissed her father’s weathered cheek. “Thank you, Dad. Thanks, guys.”

Her brothers nodded and her father blushed.

“Anything for you, dear heart. Now, go and shake the world.”

She raised her eyebrows beneath her mask and took the Overlord’s extended hand. Together they walked the halls, but her family was at her back, weapons ready. She didn’t understand the 24

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weaponry until they walked into a cluster of guards.

“With respect, Overlord, war has been declared.”

“Not until after midnight. I have fifteen minutes to regain my throne.” The Overlord stood still, but he moved Hellara slightly behind him.

“That is fifteen minutes you do not have.” The guard raised a weapon. “The Kelio pay much better.”

In an instant, weapon fire filled the air. When the noise stopped, the guards were dead and her father and brothers were at her side.

“Overlord, I don’t mean to rush you, but we should get going.” Alfred looked around and Josu took point.

They moved without further incident to the doors of the throne room. The Overlord pressed his hand to the door and looked down at her, his eyes telling her to do the same.

Bemused, she placed her hand over his and the door latch clicked at the same moment that another round of weapon fire occurred behind them. The Overlord pushed her into the throne room and to the central fixture in the room. The huge chair had a full set of controls on the arms and the Overlord quickly took his seat, leaning back and closing his eyes.

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courtyard through, the heavy blast proof glass, Hellara noticed the surface-to-air guns rising.

She took a seat on the base of the dais as blasts from outside the throne room told her her family was still in danger. Ships started to fall out of the sky with echoing thuds.

Needing something to do, she looked for any weapons or data ports. She found nothing.

The Overlord of Priznik opened his eyes and reached behind his head, removing the mask that had participated in his stasis. It clattered to the floor and he scrubbed his face.

Wearily, he looked up at her, his dark green eyes were over high strong cheekbones, the dark wings of his brows giving him a serious expression.

“Thank you, Hellara. Your timing was perfect. If we had waited until midnight, it would have been too late.”

She nodded and approached him. “You are welcome. Can you remove the mask now?” He nodded and beckoned for her to approach him. She leaned up as he gripped her scalp, making a small surprised noise as he pressed his lips to hers in a claiming kiss that deepened rapidly.

He had brushed his teeth after stasis, that much was obvious, the kiss was minty. She moaned lightly and pushed up on her toes to give him complete access to her mouth.

It was a small thing that caught her attention, really. A tiny flicker of motion from behind the throne.

She shoved at the Overlord with all her might and knelt to find the only weapon in her possession. The shoe flew through the air and embedded in the forehead of the traitorous guard a moment after he had fired his weapon.

The chandelier swung gently, the smoking hole in the crystals an obvious marker for his strike.

“There is a law against assaulting the Overlord, Hellara, but in your case, I will let it pass.” He stood and walked over to the dead guard. He grimaced as he pulled the shoe out of the man’s forehead. He returned to her, helped her to a seat in the throne and lifted her unshod foot. “I believe that this is yours.”

She smiled and brushed her hair off her face, her mask was lying on the floor next to his. “I am sorry, Overlord. I had to improvise. I was just lucky that it was sturdy enough to do the job.” He slipped the shoe onto her foot and smiled up at her. “You may call me, Kai. Will you be my bride, Hellara?”

“Yes, she will.” Alfred’s voice was stern. “Your proxy already had his way with her, so you owe her a proper wedding.”

Hellara waved her father’s attitude off. “Yes, I will take you as my husband, Kai.” He stood and caressed her cheek, stroked her 27

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forehead and pressed kisses on the skin that had been confined by the mask.

“Why did the women have to wear the masks, Kai?”