Vision of Seduction (34 page)

antiseptic and impersonal, yet invasive.

The woman who had introduced herself as Sela filled Katelyn's vision, her

blond hair falling over her forehead and into her face, obscuring large blue

eyes.

"Finally awake, Seer? It's time for your coming-of-age ceremony—the

correct version—not that archaic bullshit the Klatch still cling to."

Katelyn allowed her head to loll to the side, as if it were a struggle to make

even that small movement.

Sela smirked and ran one manicured finger through the curls on Katelyn's

mound. "Save your strength, Seer. Between the energy blast we knocked

you out with and a nice cocktail of something to help you relax, you'll not

be able to do more than lie back and enjoy our attentions."

Katelyn recoiled from the finger and only then realized she didn't feel it

touching her. However, the stone altar did dig into the sensitive skin of her

ass, and she tried to wiggle to find a more comfortable position.

She focused her mind and started to understand what Grayson and Alyssa

had meant. The Cunts had her in the altar room, which meant she really

was strapped naked to this uncomfortable hunk of rock. But if the queen

pulled everyone into a vision, their brains would tell them what Alyssa

wanted them to see.

Terrific—I'm laid out like an erotic meal on a platter. This plan of yours better

work, Grayson! She knew he couldn't hear her, but she hoped screaming it

inside her head would convey the general idea to him.

Sela's evil laugh echoed around the room, running stabs of icy fear down

Katelyn's spine despite what her logic had just worked out. Sela cast an

imperious glance toward the back of the room. "Aedan, bring your human

bitch and the spare. We're ready to start."

Katelyn stiffened and tried to struggle against the haze that still lay over

her mind.

Grayson's warm lips grazed over the sensitive skin at her neck, and she

shivered, but relaxed against him. "It's not real. Relax."

Easy for him to say—he wasn't the one trussed up on this rock watching

this!

Sela returned her attention to Katelyn, and evil glee glittered inside the

woman's eyes as her oily gaze raked over Katelyn, making her feel unclean.

Katelyn tried to flinch away, even though she couldn't feel Sela's touch.

"She's attractive enough that I just might take her myself when the

ceremony is complete." Sela licked her lips in anticipation.

Aedan edged into her line of sight with Rita tossed over his shoulder like a

bag of dog food.

Katelyn bit back a gasp as she saw her friend, her vision suddenly too real.

"No," slipped through her lips as a soft whisper before she could stop it.

Aedan dumped Rita on the other altar like a rag doll, and her head cracked

hard against the unforgiving stone.

Katelyn winced.

"Not real." Grayson's deep voice sounded softly inside her ear, and she held

her breath, trying to convince her pounding heart.

"Your friend has been kind enough to volunteer to be the blood sacrifice for

your ceremony." Aedan smirked. "It worked out perfectly. There's such a

close attachment between you, the energy from her blood will give a nice

boost."

Sela pulled off her tank top to reveal small, pert, pink-tipped breasts. Her

nipples were large and nearly overpowered the small mounds of her

breasts. However, her body was tight and muscled like an athlete's. She

skimmed her pants down her hips and kicked them off, leaving herself

bare.

A ripping sound off to the side brought Katelyn's attention back to Rita.

Aedan tore her clothes off in violent tugs, yanking them out from under

her until she lay naked on the altar, just like in Katelyn's vision.

She screwed her eyes shut, internally chanting, Not real. Not real. Not real.

A sound she couldn't identify startled her.

She opened her eyes to see an unconscious, dark-haired man on the floor

between the altars. A Cunt warrior kicked him hard in the chest before

retreating.

Sela clapped her hands twice, making Katelyn jump.

A long line of pale blond men filed into the room and stood naked at the

feet of both altars. She recognized a few of them as the men who had

attacked her and Grayson in her store that first night.

Katelyn couldn't help but notice that some had large, thick cocks that jutted

out proudly from a pale nest of curls, while others' cocks were long and

thin like a pencil or short and stubby like a Vienna sausage. But all of them

stood as alert as they were able to—the cocks as well as the men.

Katelyn couldn't remember if she had ever seen so many cocks on display

at one time before. If the circumstances weren't so dire, she might have

enjoyed inspecting them.

However, none were as good as Grayson's, whose was thick and long with

dusky skin and seemed to be made specifically for her.

Aedan walked in front of her, now totally naked.

He carried an empty goblet and a wicked-looking, curved knife—the blade

looked almost like the letter C.

"Get on with it," Sela snapped and took the goblet from him. She wedged it

between Katelyn's thighs, tight against her clit. Katelyn expected the metal

goblet to feel cold, but it might as well not have been there.

"The Cunts start their ceremonies with blood from the participants and then offer a

blood sacrifice to cement the ritual," added Ryan.

Katelyn resisted the urge to answer, but she appreciated his voice, which

reminded her that she wasn't alone inside the most surreal vision of her

life. How many Seers had ever had an en masse vision?

Sela placed the wicked blade against her palm, and with a quick motion

sliced open the skin. She made a fist and squeezed several drops of blood

into the goblet between Katelyn's thighs.

Aedan accepted the knife and repeated the process. Then he dipped his

first two fingers inside the liquid and reached out toward her.

She flinched from his reach, but couldn't escape.

His fingers traced the same triangle pattern from the wall onto her

stomach, and then he held out the dripping fingers for Sela, who sucked

them between her lips and licked them clean.

She released them and then turned toward the twenty naked men at the

foot of the altars. "It's midnight. Let the ceremony begin so we can celebrate

the Seer's birthday."

Something cool and smooth feathered against Katelyn's nipples and then

between her legs, and she frowned, trying to see where the sensation had

come from.

"It's ponga, love. Relax."

As though triggered by Grayson's words, her skin began to tingle, and a

slow burn of energy flowed through her, chasing back the haze. Her

nipples tightened into hard buds, and her clit swelled and throbbed for

attention.

The twenty Cunts surrounded her, their cocks all seeming to strain toward

her. She tried to look at Rita to see if there were men surrounding her as

well, but she couldn't see past the wall of male flesh.

Sela's voice started chanting words Katelyn couldn't make out, and then

the others joined in. Over and over they chanted until Katelyn felt like

some sort of ancient sacrifice in a book.

The men started stroking their hard cocks, and her eyes widened as she

realized what could come next. You've got to freaking be kidding me! I'm either

in a gang-bang, or twenty men are going to come all over me.

"Close your eyes. See the reality. Keep them closed. Trust me," Grayson said.

Unwilling to watch either of the possibilities, Katelyn closed her eyes, and

immediately she was back inside the baths with Grayson holding her. He

stroked a large hand over her hair, and she sighed against his familiar

touch.

His dark, amethyst gaze burned into hers, and he slowly lowered his

mouth to hers.

His lips were hot and demanding, and she instantly opened for him, his

tongue dipping inside to possess and explore.

Katelyn gave herself up to the sensations as waves of energy pulsed

through her body in time with the throbbing between her legs. She

snuggled closer to Grayson, using her position straddling his lap to trap his

cock between them and to rub her folds against him.

He hissed with pleasure and with one large palm cupped her ass and

pulled her snug against him.

His dark chest hairs rasped against her nipples, intensifying the sensations,

and he buried his free hand in her hair as if he were afraid she would

dissolve in his arms.

Her labia throbbed, and she craved Grayson's cock inside her more than

she had ever wanted anything in her life. She reached for him, and he

broke the kiss to shake his head.

"Not yet, love." He rested his forehead against hers as if stopping had cost

him a great deal of control. "We need more energy before we join."

The twenty Klatch men stood and moved forward in the pool to surround

them. The water level licked their thighs—or for some of the shorter ones,

teased the undersides of their balls—and all of them had impressive cocks

straining from dark nests of curls. "Much better," she whispered and then

stiffened when Grayson chuckled in her ear.

"In such a sexual society, most are blessed with very impressive

equipment. The Cunts have diluted the bloodline and done so much

inbreeding, they don't always see those same benefits." His voice sounded

strained, but his words were patient as though it was important to help her

understand.

The men surrounding them gripped their cocks in one hand and began to

stroke themselves.

Every direction she looked, there was a dark wet dream stroking an

impossibly large cock, and there were balls of nearly every shape and size

she could imagine. Pre-come already glistened on the tips of some of the

cocks, and a few beads of water streamed from muscled abdomens and

down well-toned thighs covered with dark hair.

Her pussy throbbed, demanding to be filled, and she wriggled against

Grayson, hoping to break through his chains of control until he fucked her

hard and fast.

He took her face in his large hands and pierced her with an intense gaze.

"We need their essence to give us enough energy to make this vision real—

to link your coming of age with the Klatch and not with the Cunts. Do you

understand?"

She furrowed her brow and she squirmed against him, relief from this

intense sexual frustration the only thing on her mind.

"Trust me?"

He repeated those words again as though to assure himself more than her.

She stared into the dark, swirling depths of his eyes and wanted to drown

in the deep passion she saw.

She nodded, and a slow smile spread across Grayson's face as if she had

given him the best gift in the world.

He lowered his face to hers, capturing her lips, his thumbs feathering over

her cheeks, his palms hot against her skin. Their tongues dueled together as

her nipples and slit still tingled and nearly burned with urgency.

She traced her fingers down over the muscles of his back and shoulders,

enjoying how his body fit so perfectly against hers.

A whirlpool of energy slowly churned inside her as Grayson pleasured her

mouth and held her tight.

Their breathing quickened, and they gasped for air between deep kisses as

they devoured each other. The sounds of splashing water and flesh

slapping against flesh filled her ears, and her body screamed for Grayson

to drive inside her and add their own flavor to the cacophony of noise.

One of the men growled, and a sizzling burst of hot energy hit her

shoulder. Katelyn cried out as her body absorbed it like a greedy child with

candy. The foreign energy swirled with her own and intensified every

sensation.

Grayson swallowed her cry and delved back inside her mouth, teasing,

tracing, nipping, and then soothing.

Four more hot bursts of energy hit her back and shoulders in quick

succession, and she arched against them as she actually felt her skin suck

the offered essence inside like nourishment.

Grayson held her tightly as more and more of the sizzling deposits hit her

skin.

She lost track of all reality—there were only Grayson's lips on hers,

anchoring her, and the growing energy swirling inside her. It howled faster

and faster, until she was afraid her body would never be able to contain it

all. A quick fear of her body shattering into a million pieces flashed

through her mind, but then was lost as the wave of energy engulfed her,

pulling her under, threatening to drown her in the overwhelming

sensations.

Fear and panic combined, and her eyes flew open, thrusting her back into

the room where she was tied to an altar. Aedan stood between her spread

thighs and thrust his long, thin cock inside her.

She flinched against the invasion, a scream starting in the back of her

throat. The sound came out only as a strangled squeak because she felt—

nothing. "That's it?" she asked out loud before she remembered that this

wasn't real. Aedan wasn't inside her and would never be.

However, Aedan, who was caught in the vision, scowled, and thrust

harder, trying to punish her for her comment.