The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Every time he had to watch Callen have his way with Coral, a part of his heart withered. Seeing her suffer, seeing her subjected to so much pain was more almost than he could bare-he would have died of agony if it weren’t for the small moments of reprieve they were fortunate enough to have, those precious times he could hold her close and try to ease her suffering. Knowing that she was carrying a foal made the entire thing worse-if his brother had treated her as she deserved to be treated, if he had taken into consideration her feelings instead of enforcing his own, none of this would be happening. Quell’s desperate, selfish attempt to spare himself the fate of losing a mate just might result in him losing her regardless.

Vadim feels her dingy, unwashed hair under his fingers as he strokes it. He yearns to clean her up, to wash away the past nine days, to take her to a quiet cottage in the woods and never leave her side again. He closes his eyes briefly and feels the warmth of her body against his; if it hadn’t been for the stone cold floor beneath him or the constant ache of his broken arm or the stench of Callen’s seed all over her, he might have been able to imagine they were anywhere else.

He has thought hard on the matter, having plenty of time at his disposal, on how to get out of the predicament that they are stuck in. He tried pulling the chain out of the wall, he tried to get close enough to the guard to get the keys, or Callen to kill him but each failed attempt only earned him more pain at their captors’ hands or hooves. At one point he even considered figuring out how to cut his feet off but he dismissed that idea because the only thing worse than a centaur born with only two legs was one who didn’t have any at all. Vadim has suffered greatly but he never complained because he would have gladly forfeit his life if it would have saved Coral the agony of being raped over and over.

He tenses when he hears the sound of their hooves on the stone; his hand squeezes Coral’s shoulder. He does not want to wake her, he doesn’t want her to face what she must but he knows that being caught by surprise makes it even worse. She sits up and stuffs a mushroom into her mouth-he wonders how bad they are for the foal but he never says a word as it is all she can do to hold herself together.

The guard opens the door and Callen enters. His sneer, his smug affect makes Vadim’s see red.

“Come here Coral,” his haughty voice demands.

Before Vadim can tell him to go to hell, Coral rises. With her head down, she walks to him; Vadim’s blood runs cold. Her demeanor, her meek affect is something so unlike her that he knows the centaur has finally succeeded; he broke Coral and in doing so he has crippled Vadim worse than any beating could. If Vadim had had the recipe for the elixir, he’d have given it up nine days ago. Part of him realizes that Coral is correct; if Callen knew how to make it he would no doubt slay his father and take over rule of Centurion, leaving no one to stop him from raping his way across the countryside, leaving a wake of battered women and bastard foals.

“Are you going to fight me today?” Callen’s deep voice queries, intrigued at Coral’s sudden lack of feist.

“No,” her voice is so timid it brings tears to Vadim’s eyes.

Callen tips her chin up, forcing her to look at him, “Prove it to me.”

Coral sheds her rags, exposing herself to all. Her once smooth white skin is marred in dark bruises, red welts, bite marks and the grime of dirt. Seeing the impressions Callen’s hands left on her skin, the tears fall freely from Vadim’s eyes, just as they had every other time he was forced to look upon his sister, his love and see the damaged canvas that her previous attempts at fighting caused her. He watches in horror as she reaches out and takes the centaur’s hand, kissing the back of it.

“Good girl,” Callen purrs to her, leading her out of the cell before sending his man off, “Leave us.”

Vadim manages to catch her eyes for a brief moment-they look vacant, dull. His body slumps against the wall; he forces himself to look away when she presses her body up against the centaur. He blocks out the coos of praise, the sickly wet sounds of their captor having his way with Coral. Vadim’s eyes burn with tears when he hears her in the throes of her orgasm-after their trip to Severton, it was a sound that used to echo in his dreams but now it is something that will haunt his nightmares.

He can hear Callen grunting, groaning as the centaur reaches his. Then, his moan changes pitch in such an odd, almost pained way that it snaps Vadim out of his own self condolence. He glances over in time to watch Coral slide out from under the centaur, her body scrambling across the stone floor while Callen stumbles after her, a knife sticking out of the side of his chest, blood oozing into his shirt.

It takes a moment for the sight to register in Vadim’s mind-then his eyes grow wide and he jumps up. He takes several steps forward until his feet are hobbled together; he stares down at the body of Callen, confirming that he is dead. He has no sorrow for his wretched cousin, but his heart aches when he realizes that he believed Coral to be weaker than she is because she was pretending. He shifts his feet together to draw himself one step closer to the bars and tries to reach for her but he cannot.

She desperately clutches at the gate and pulls it; Vadim yearns for her so badly, his body throbs. He admires her resilience, her perseverance, her steadfastness-she is the most remarkable creature he has ever known and she is the only one who could have survived this. He must force her to leave, to get to safety, “Coral, it is no use, the guard has the keys. Please-leave-now! Before he gets back!” He begs, tossing her the remains of her dress.

Hastily she pulls it on; she closes her eyes and leans her head against the bars. She breathes deeply; Vadim knows that she is starting to lose her control.

“No. I will not leave you. We are in this together. Either we both get out, or I stay.”

“Coral,” he snaps at her, knowing that she won’t have much longer before she is consumed by her fear, by her anxiety just as she has been many times in the past several days, “Go!”

Despite his begging, she does not go; instead, she runs about the cavern, searching, looking at all that is around her. His heart pounds and he tries to think of what to say to convince her to just leave-maybe if she believed she could go get help for him, she would go; but before he can speak, he hears the guard’s approaching hoof clops. His breath catches in his throat-he cannot bear what the other centaur will do to her; in fact, the only reason why the guard didn’t rape her too was because Callen didn’t want to share Coral with him, like he did all of the other women.

Before Vadim can even react, he watches her raise a cross bow and let loose an arrow, hitting the guard in the chest with a swift thunk. The guard draws his knife and tries to take one last lunge at Coral but it is no use; he falls dead, to the floor.

Coral stumbles towards him, her face looking pale, her features twisted in fear. She finds the keys but her hands are shaking so badly that she drops them several times before she manages to open the gate, crashing to her knees. She crawls forward and he hears her start to panic when she stuffs the keys into his hands. Vadim hastily unlocks his binds, rushing to her and cradling her in his arms but she quickly looses consciousness.

He pulls her close to his chest and rocks her limp body back and forth, tears springing from his eyes. She did what he could not-he is both proud of her and ashamed of himself. He presses soft kisses to her forehead, gently stroking back her hair. He is unsure where they are, though he speculates they are close to the castle as the food what was given to them was always good and still hot. He knows he should go get help but he will not leave her. Despite his aching arm he lifts her up and cradles her close, ignoring the shooting pain and his weak trembling limbs. As quickly as he can, he leaves the cell, breathing a sigh of relief while he picks his way around the dead guard and to the arch leading out. He is surprised to find himself in a large stone hallway which leads in both directions. He pauses for a moment, listening and looking but he can discern nothing. When his eyes fall to the ground and he sees the now brown streak of blood from the first centaur guard leading down to the left, he decides to go to the right.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He weaves his way through the dank, dusty passages. When he notices the carefully laid stone blocks it is only moments before he realizes they are still in the castle, the torture chamber an old forgotten room of the dark Centurion past. He angrily wonders if Yulnar knew of the chamber and said nothing, or if the King’s father didn’t pass the knowledge along.

When his legs burn with exhaustion he realizes that the entire hallway weaves and folds back upon itself in an upward slope, leading towards the first floor of the castle. Vadim sees a door at the end of the hall and has to restrain the urge to run and burst through it; instead, he reaches for it, carefully balancing Coral in his arms. When he pushes against it and feels resistance, discovering that the opening is covered by a large tapestry; easing them out behind it, he looks out into a large hallway.

His legs tremble, his body weak from the lack of exercise and nutrition but Vadim pushes through it, taking quick strides to find some place safe-then he hears voices. He tenses, until he recognizes the one that belongs to his father.

Rainer rounds a corner with King Yulnar; the pair stops, shocked when they see Vadim in front of them. Rainer rushes forward, his face twisting in a violent frown when his gaze drops to Coral.

“What happened?” He practically snarls.

Vadim’s vicious gaze turns on King Yulnar, “Callen and his henchmen are the ones responsible for stealing maidens, father. After Coral and I left dinner he had his two men kidnap us and take us to the torture chamber. He did all that he could in attempt to get the elixir recipe from us.”