Time & Reign

Chapter 9

Ketheran moaned in his sleep as he felt his member being gently stroked.
“Noku.” He whispered groggily. He reached down, expecting to feel Noku’s hand, or the top of his head, but instead felt wings. He sat up with a bolt, and three small faeries flew up from between his legs. They were all no bigger then his longest finger, with pale blue wings and skin so pale that they were almost transparent.
“Ketheran” they seemed to sing in unison.
“How do you know my name?” he asked. He looked down at Noku, who remained sound asleep next to him.
“Ketheran” they repeated giggling. They flew up to the level of his eyes, and began stroking themselves. They were all male, and their insect sized pieces simultaneously released a spray of red powder into his eyes. Ketheran coughed and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them, all of his peripheral vision was gone. He felt drunk and disorientated. The faeries covered the mouths and laughed.
“Ketheran, come with us Ketheran.”
Unable to control his senses, Ketheran followed them through the trees, leaving Noku still asleep by the pond. The faeries stopped, and Ketheran sat down with his back against a large rock. He grabbed one of the faeries, and poked his finger into its backside. The faerie rolled with laughter and blushed.
“Now me, now me.” The other two faeries begged, spreading themselves for Ketheran. He jabbed his fingers in hard, and they enjoyed it. He laughed with deranged amusement at these creatures who liked his drugged and abusive lust. Two of the faeries flew down to his member, and began rubbing themselves up against it. The other fluttered his wings against Ketheran’s opening. A drop of his white liquid escaped, and one of the faeries wrapped his mouth around the hole and began to drink. They each took their turn, as if they were milking him, until he was finished.
“Thank you Ketheran” they all sang, then flew off into the forest. Ketheran passed out against the rock.

Noku rolled over in his sleep, and didn’t feel his master next to him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Master?” he said sleepily, but Ketheran did not answer.
“Master?!” he screamed. No reply.
Noku stood up, and just then something flew above him through the night air. Noku grabbed his master’s sword from the ground, his heart ready to explode. He looked up, and there hanging above him was The Collector. He looked just as he had appeared in Noku’s dream, with a long flowing cloak of purple rags. Only now his face was visible. It looked like a bat’s, with a short flat nose and long menacing fangs. The creature’s eyes were like that of a spider’s. Four slanted rows of two each, and one in the middle. The creature let out a shattering screech, and Noku was so afraid that he urinated. This seemed to enrage the creature. He shot out of his tentacles and wrapped it around Noku’s arm and jerked it back, forcing him to drop the sword.
“What do you want?” Noku cried through his tears.
“I want what you spilled on my leaves.” The Collector hissed. He screeched again, and shot out more of his tentacles. One pierced Noku’s opening deep and hard. A burning pain shot through his back, knocking him to the ground. The beast forced in two more. Noku could feel their slime as they wiggled into him like giant worms. Another tentacle attached itself to the end of Noku’s member like a suction cup. He writhed and screamed in agony. “Master! Please help me, master!”

Ketheran awoke still leaning against the rock. He stood up, and staggered as though he had a bad hangover.
“Where am I?” he said aloud, rubbing his head. That’s when he heard the screams, “Help me master!” Noku screamed in the distance. Ketheran ran through the trees in the direction of his cries. When he reached the area near the pond, he saw The Collector bent over Noku, its tentacles working their way deeper into him.
“So pink, so soft.” It hissed, drool running from jagged grin.
Ketheran grabbed his bow and an arrow from next to the tree. He fired a direct shot into one of the creature’s tentacles, castrating it at the center. The beast screeched, and withdrew himself from Noku. It flew full force towards Ketheran. Ketheran drew back another arrow and fired it into The Collector’s gut. It released another screech, this one so loud and terrifying that it shook the leaves around them. It flew up backwards, and disappeared into the clouds.
Ketheran ran to Noku. “Noku! Noku!” he shouted as he shook him. Noku looked up at him sobbing. “Master?”
Ketheran held Noku in his arms and cradled him.
“Master why did you leave me alone?”
“I’m sorry Noku. I was drugged. I’m so sorry Noku.”
Noku cried into his shoulder. Ketheran picked him up and leaned him against a tree. He took his sword and cut one of the vines.
“This may burn some Noku, but it will close you up and stop the bleeding.” Ketheran took the sap that ran from the vine and spread it over Noku’s opening. He whimpered, too weak to scream. Ketheran sat next to Noku, and pulled him into his lap.
“I’m sorry Noku.” He repeated. “I’ll stay awake for the rest of the night. If that thing comes back, I won’t let it touch you. I won’t let anything ever hurt you again, I promise.” He kissed the top of Noku’s head, and looked up into the sky. His sword lay next to him, ready if he needed it. Ketheran thought back to what Noku had said earlier that night, about being glad to be with him, and how he asked if he liked him. Why had he resented it so much? Noku admired him, worshipped him even, and desperately wanted his approval and affection. All he had ever done for Noku was let him down and cause him pain. Ketheran decided that once they made it through the forest, he would release Noku from being his servant and let him go where he pleased. A small part of Ketheran hoped that Noku would chose to stay with him.