A Maléan Gem

Well, the summary says it all. :D WARNING: There will be a lot of violence and sex in this story, maybe more than you're comfortable with. It might make you feel dirty. If it is any consolation to you, it has less violence and sex than Demon of Malé! :D

nivell: You read that right! Haha, yea, everyone on Malé can give birth! I thought I made that clear in the beginning chapters. I hope you enjoy the 'sequel'. c:

Master.

The word brought a nasty to my mouth, unrelentingly bitter. At the age of thirty, all Kliwers (Lower Males by confused scientists) are, by wretched law, required to choose their master. They had two days to do this. Soon, I will have to choose my master.

Don’t get me wrong, whoever you are. Being a Kliwer does have its advantages- you don’t go half-crazy because of a thirst for blood, for example- but having to choose a Master was the most detestable things about being a Kliwer. Then you will have to keep the Master, a Karkaza (Higher Males by even more confused scientists), entertained long enough for him to fall in love with you. Note entertained. You don’t have to listen or do everything he says- most Karkaza prefer that you wouldn’t- but it gives them the biggest ego boost when you do it just enough.

I had several things working to my disadvantage. I was still a virgin, I was a strange, beautiful concoction made from my father and Nish with bluish-green eyes and curly flowing pepper hair and stood at a drastic seven-and-a-half feet, and I was sarcastic and hot-headed at the same time. If you haven’t noticed, my characteristics actually made me more desirable in the eyes of a Karkaza. Very desirable.

I had a wonder ful advantage though: I can’t do magic. The planet Malé supports magic and usually Maléans, like myself, could do things like fly, teleport, shoot fireballs and the like. A Kliwer that could do those things were seen as a challenge, thus more attractive, but I couldn’t do any of that fancy stuff, or any of the simple stuff, for that matter. I prayed to Markar every day in our home arena. I wished for only one thing that every kept telling me I was: Don’t let me be a late bloomer!

If I was a late bloomer, the Master I would have chosen would be too weak to want me anymore. Then I would be sold to some hard-ass bastard that would no doubt grilly my ass, try to push me to my limits, and make me stronger. But I was just too damn lazy for that! I loved the easy life just much as m older brother Prince. If you’re from Earth, whoever you are might know what it means, but it is hard to explain it to a Maléan. There was no such thing as a prince on the planet. There were Brekars, Top Blades, Tarkars, Feared Blades, and Markar, Terrible Blade, and our god, who actually seemed to exist. Sons of Brekars, who were like kings or mayors or Tarkars, who were really like mayors and were often leaders of the policing department, weren’t called anything if they weren’t worth anything. If anything, they were called sons of such-and-such.

But my brother wasn’t all bark and no bite. After being introduced and his name properly explained, he would no doubt take that opportunity to show off. He had brain, he had muscle, he had magic. Too bad he had an overactive Hook. If whoever you are don’t know what that means, you’re probably living under a rock. Being that Malé was now part of the United Galaxy (almost identical to the United Nations on Earth except with planets), most knew of the “all-male” planet Malé and the Karkaza Hook, an already usually hyperactive organ that released a hormone Karkazas needed, but turned toxic if not sedated by Kliwer blood. Thus, the Karkaza had a crazy thirst for blood.

Prince had been drinking Kliwer blood since he was ten- and most Karkazas start at twenty-five. At the School, he was never out of fights or arguments. He got mad over the littlest things. Worst of all, where most, if not all Maléans, could not sniff out a Kliwer from a Karkaza before they have passed the age of thirty, my brother could smell it all. And honestly, he couldn’t help but attack Kliwers and sink his teeth into them.

There are medicines that can help with the unpredictable Hook, and mostly priests believe it is the will of Markar himself that no one can control it.

Now, Kliwers have their own special organs. One was the Tookie that stuck out on the stomach, starting from a little above the bellybutton to the bottom of the stomach. It was so sensitive, a Kliwer can come just by having it touched. Then there was the ring, and that thing was way deep in the anal cavity. It was just a little less sensitive than the Tookie, but you can still drive a Kliwer crazy with it.

I have two little Kliwer brothers. They are an adorable set of twins that look like their Nish mostly, with a little bit of my father thrown in. They had sharp black eyes when narrowed and suspicious, and had large cheerful ones when they were particularly trusting. Their Nish, like Prince’s Nish, were my Godfathers. I had two Pepes, or grandfathers, and two Nin-Nins, or grand…Nishes. One of my Godfather’s father was a man we never really talked about, and that Godfather’s Nini and my other Godfather’s parents are dead.

If whoever you are, if you’re curious enough, the name of my close relatives are as follows: Of course, there is Prince, my older Karkaza brother by ten years; Onyx and Saleena, the twins; there’s my father, Damien, my Nish Ashekli; there is Moon, my father’s second slave, Prince’s Nish and my Godfather; and there is Sless, my father’s third slave, the twins’ Nish, and my other Godfather; Pepe Kala and Nin-Nin Fin and great-Godfather Indu; and Pepe Delgio and Nin-Nin Ashelee. Kala and Fin (two Kliwers) are Nish’s parents, and Delgio and Ashelee are Papa’s parents. Godfather Sless has the Pepe we don’t talk about and the dead Nin-Nin, and Godfather Moon’s parents are dead.

Ashelee is a Kliwer and Delgio (who would beat me senseless if he knew I was using his first name) is a Karkaza. Now, Karkaza are generally known to be a little crazy, but Pepe was known still to be one of the most ruthless as a master. My parents think-fear that Prince will take after him.

But I’m less and less convinced that he will. He could be incredibly sweet sometimes, taking after his Nish. Like now, he holds me as I cry for the first time in years.
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