Parasites Love Earth!, Page 23

  "I do not know her," said Thalessa again.

  Emily was sobbing now. She reached out and touched Thalessa, who flinched slightly. "Please, Susan.... Robert's going to leave me when he sees... these," she said, pointing to where her breasts had been.

  Robert. Her younger sister's fiancée.

  For a moment, something melted inside of Thalessa. She looked from Emily's pleading face to Nathan's.

  Then she dragged Emily, by the throat, roughly into the bedroom, and roughly slammed the door.

  Nathan heard moans through the door for the next hour, but did not enter.

  When the emerged, they both looked sweaty, like they had just run a marathon.

  And Emily had her breasts back.

  Emily started to thank her, but Thalessa brushed her off. "I must feed," she said, heading for the front door.

  ********

  "You restored your little sister, didn't you?" said Balok.

  "She was whining. A complete irritant," said Thalessa. "I just wanted her out of the way." She tried to put up a stoic front.

  Balok just looked at her, nodding slowly, which made her even more nervous. Finally, he said, "I believe you are ready."

  "Ready for what?" Thalessa asked.

  "To bear the child who will give us the keys to the world," said Balok.

  ********

  Thalessa remembered more of her past life on Visenia.

  She and Balok were on tour, during Selection Day. Dorala did not accompany them. Thalessa didn't know what had passed between Balok and Dorala after the time that Dorala barged in on the two of them, but from that day on, Dorala kept a distance from Thalessa, in the palace, though she did give her rather unfriendly glares.

  As she and Balok rode on the open air transport, Thalessa noticed a young man in the crowds. Simeon.

  Simeon had been Thalessa's friend since childhood, back when she used to be Helena. They had never been boyfriend and girlfriend, not exactly, but they had been close, very close. They would go to the stream and tell each other their dearest secrets. Helena would tell her about all the boys she coveted, and how she hoped they would court her, and Simeon... Simeon rarely talked about girls. And it wasn't because he didn't feel attracted to them. No, Helena got the idea that Simeon was attracted to her. But he never said anything about his feelings, not a word. He was always there for her when she needed him.

  All that changed, of course, when she became Thalessa. She hadn't seen Simeon since. So it was totally without thinking when she smiled and waved at him when she saw him in the crowds, smiling at her.

  "Stop the transport," came Balok's voice immediately.

  The vehicle stopped abruptly, and for a moment, so did Thalessa's heart. Balok gave her an indeterminate look, and then stepped out of the transport. He was gone for only a minute. When he returned he also brought Simeon, dragging him by the arm. "Does this one suit you, my love?" Balok asked.

  Thalessa tried to act indifferently. "He is a little thinner than I am used to."

  "But could he feed your hunger?" Balok asked. From the way he was asking, it seemed to be more than an idle question.

  Thalessa shrugged. "I suppose he would be a small snack."

  "Then bring him!" said Balok, gesturing for his retinue to take Simeon. When he stepped into the transport, he turned to Thalessa and smiled, "I love bringing home snacks for my sweet one."

  Thalessa smiled back at him as best she could.

  Later, a very trembling Simeon was brought to her quarters. The servants closed the door behind her with a resounding thud. Simeon looked fearfully at her for a moment. He had been scrubbed clean and garbed in tight blue pants. He was shirtless, reminding Thalessa of the slender chest she used to rest her head against by the river.

  She herself was wearing a sexy crotchless nightgown.

  Simeon looked at her for a moment, and then stuttered, "Helena-"

  "There is no Helena," said Thalessa, taking a sensuous step forward. She walked over to him slowly, each step an erotic act. She put her arms around his shoulders. "Only Thalessa."

  "Y-yes, of course," he said. She could feel him trembling.

  She looked him in the eyes. It was the same old Simeon. Even though she had become a different person, Thalessa had all of Helena's memories.

  And her feelings.

  She looked at his boyish face, at all the hopes and joys and fears she had shared with him, and bit her lip.

  In a split second, she made a decision. She pulled him to the bed. She lay down, on her back, and pulled him on top of her.

  Simeon was shaking like a leaf. She hadn't hypnotized him as of yet. Thalessa pushed him down, lower, and lower, and spread her legs, until her nether lips were showing.

  "Please your goddess," she commanded, giving him a strong command for the first time. "Do it."

  Simeon looked in her eyes and was lost to her. He moved his head down over her crotch and opened his mouth. He took her essence between his lips and started to suck.

  Thalessa started to moan with pleasure. She never spoke a word, but somehow Simeon knew exactly what to do--slower, faster, harder, softer--these were words that appeared in his mind, and he obeyed instantly. Very quickly he brought her to a mind-shattering orgasm.

  Afterwards, she pulled him up to her and kissed him passionately. He responded, with genuine emotion.

  Then she said, "You may go."

  Simeon quickly examined himself. He hadn't been drained, not as he could tell.

  "You may go," said Thalessa.

  In his mind Simeon heard, "Go quickly!" And he jumped up and left.

  ********

  Later, Thalessa padded around the hallways of the Palace. She heard sounds of talking from the Chamber of the Immortal Mouth.

  Thalessa did not really understand what the Immortal Mouth was; it simply existed. When Balok had first introduced her to it, she had seen a giant pair of flesh metal lips, built into a wall that was solid stone. But then the metal lips moved, and spoke, causing her to jump.

  "Meet my blushing bride, Thalessa," Balok had said.

  "It is very nice to meet you, Thalessa," the Immortal Mouth said. It spoke in a deep, booming voice that echoed throughout the small room.

  Balok had turned to Thalessa and said, "The Immortal Mouth predicted your existence. It said that you were the one for me, the one I should seek out."

  "The female with striking red hair and impeccable beauty," said the Immortal Mouth. "The female of strong spirit, who can resist, but who does not resist."

  "And that was you," said Balok, looking into her eyes. "After I failed to sway you with my dominance, you gave yourself to me willingly. Do you not remember?"

  Thalessa certainly did. She had given herself over, to save her family. Helena's family, she corrected herself.

  "You are the one," Balok had said, hugging her. "The one."

  ********

  And now Thalessa was hearing the same words again.

  "She is the one," she heard Balok's voice say, through the open door. "Even now, after she has given herself over to me, she still feels compassion. Just now she spared one of her former life friends. She is Valvan, but she also still has the spirit of a human."

  "Then she is indeed the one," said the ponderous voice of the Immortal Mouth.

  She was the one? The one for what? What did Balok want from her? What didn't he already have from her?

  She considered going inside the room and confronting him. But she couldn't muster up the courage to.

  Ever so quietly, Thalessa crept back to her room.

  She found an unexpected guest there.

  Dorala.

  "So, the whore finally returns to the nest," said Dorala, rubbing her fingernails with a wicked looking knife.

  "What are you doing here?" Thalessa asked.

  "You didn't seriously think I'd let you have him for yourself, did you?" said Dorala, taking a step forward.

  Thalessa took a step back.

  "You'r
e nothing. You're just a flavor of the day," Dorala spat, still walking forward.

  "Why don't you tell him that," said Thalessa, moving backwards.

  "He's blinded by you. I can see it in his eyes. He'll be so thankful, once I get rid of you," said Dorala. She smiled as she raised her blade.

  Thalessa's back was now against a wall. She stared at the blade, preparing to jump out of the way as it swung.

  Dorala saw what she was looking at. "You think I need this to get rid of you?" She laughed, and the blade dropped to the stone floor with a clatter. Then she shot forward at an incredible speed, and grabbed Thalessa by the throat.

  Thalessa tried to pull Dorala's arms away, but she was incredibly strong. She hit her head against Dorala, knocking her away for a moment.

  But then Dorala bared her fangs, and launched herself at Thalessa's throat.

  Thalessa ducked under Dorala and ran out of the way, but she tripped and fell, at the foot of her bed.

  And then Dorala was on top of her. Thalessa tried to fight her off, but she was strong, incredibly strong, and she worked her way through Thalessa's arms, and saw a clear path to her throat, and took it.

  Thalessa screamed as she felt Dorala's fangs sink into her neck. She heard Dorala hiss with joy, and slowly started to feel her life essence draining.

  Die, bitch, die, she heard in her head.

  Thalessa refused to die, even as she felt her strength rapidly leaving her. There was too much to live for--for mother, for father, for Maragarete, and yes, even Simeon-

  Her hand found something small, something hard. She grasped it, and swung it up in an arc, and down, violently.

  There was a tremendous impact and Dorala, fell off of her, on the ground, without saying a word.

  Thalessa painfully sat up, and felt the wound in her neck. It hurt. She looked over at Dorala. She had a footman impaled in her head.

  Along the front edge of Thalessa's bed were a row of short footmen statues, each less than two feet tall, all made of stone. Each had a shield and sword and a cap, with a sharp point at the top of it, more than four inches long.

  It was that cap which was now embedded in Dorala's head. Thalessa looked at her. Her eyes were unmoving.

  Suddenly she heard a clap. And then another, and another.

  "Well done," said Balok, standing at the door.

  "How long... how long were you there?" Thalessa asked.

  "Long enough," said Balok. "You have passed your final test."

  "My final test?"

  "To carry my child within you," said Balok.

  Thalessa was stunned. "Balok... help me... I'm injured."

  "There's sustenance right in front of you," said Balok dismissively, pointing at Dorala. He turned and left.

  ********

  Balok wanted her to be the mother of his child. The next day, he had brought her to the Immortal Mouth. "Tell her," he commanded.

  "The offspring of a female who willingly submitted, of a female with red hair and great beauty, will be the key to ruling all of Visenia," said the Immortal Mouth. "Once-"

  "Enough," said Balok, silencing it. He turned to Thalessa, grabbing her by the arms. "Our child will be the key to my becoming King of all Visenia. And you, my dear, will be its queen."

  Suddenly, everything Balok had done to her was wiped away. All the cruelties, all the tests, all were forgiven. Thalessa suddenly discovered she had a big and bright future ahead of her. And for her child! Her heart leapt at the thought.

  Balok smiled, sensing her reaction. "Are you ready, my love?"

  At first, Thalessa had had some qualms about draining Dorala. But drain her she did, completely and utterly, and now she felt she was once again at her physical and mental peak. "Yes, my love! More than anything!"

  "Then we will conduct the ceremony, tonight."

  ********

  They were in the Chamber of Marzapan, the deepest, darkest chamber in the Palace. The walls were all made of dark wood. The room was dimly lit with handles.

  In the center of the room was a bed, its sheets all blood red.

  On one side of the room were five naked males, all with enormously muscular chests.

  On the other side of the room were five gorgeous nude females, all with large but upright breasts.

  Both sets of slaves stood expressionlessly, waiting to be taken.

  Thalessa entered the room, hand in hand with Balok. She had never been this deep under the Palace before. Something about this room gave her the shivers.

  "There's nothing to fear," said Balok lightly. He was dressed, all in black, and she, all in red.

  "What are they here for?" Thalessa asked, indicating the slaves.

  Balok looked into her eyes, and caressed her hair. "We need a great deal of energy to produce a child who will help me become king of kings. You must drain all these," he said, indicating the men, "and I must take all those," he said, pointing to the women.

  "All of them? said Thalessa.

  "Completely," said Balok. "By the time we are done, this room must be filled with the sexual equivalent of five little boys and five little girls."

  Thalessa looked at the big, masculine men. "I don't know if I can drain so much in such a short period of time."

  "You will," said Balok, and there was an edge of a threat to his tone.

  Thalessa got started. She was bringing the first man to the bed even as Balok summoned the first woman. They were all in a trance-like state, so there was no resistance to deal with.

  Thalessa mounted the first man, and concentrated, trying to drain him as rapidly as possible, bouncing up and down on his penis. After twenty minutes of solid work she did it. He was now a flat chested boy with a tiny sexual organ. Thalessa callously pushed him out of the bed and summoned the next one.

  The second one took longer to drain completely, nearly 30 minutes, and by the end of it Thalessa was starting to tire. While draining slaves gave her energy in one way, it took away energy in another. It was hard to explain.

  Thalessa started working on the third one. She was beginning to get sore between her legs, and also she was feeling full. Very full. She had no idea how she was going to absorb that much sexual energy. But she gritted her teeth and drained the third man, who was now just a boy.

  She kicked him out of bed and he fell on top of the motionless body of numbers one and two, who were just lying wherever they had been placed. As number four came to her, she saw that Balok was way ahead of her, working on his Number Five. The first four women lay on the floor, discarded in a jumble of arms and legs, with flat chests and hairless, tiny labias between their legs.

  Thalessa groaned in discomfort as she took number four. Her vagina was sore now, and she felt she couldn't absorb any more energy. She felt like she was going to burst. She looked over at Balok with pleading eyes, and he gave her a warning glare, a glare that irrationally made her feel that he might murder her if she failed.

  So Thalessa gritted her teeth and finished draining Number Four. She cried out in pain as she absorbed his energy. She felt a strong pressure built up inside her body.

  By this time Balok was done with his last victim, and he turned to Thalessa. "One more. Just one more."

  "No," Thalessa sobbed. "I can't."

  "One more!" Balok cried, staring her in the eyes.

  Thalessa nodded, still sobbing, and called the last one over. She mounted him, wincing as she mounted his penis, and started to ride him. The soreness of her vagina was nothing compared to the pain she felt inside of her chest. All that sexual energy in her felt like it was going to burst. But then Balok, with anger in his eyes, stared at her, and she knew she had no choice. She rode the last slave, rode him to save her own life.

  By the end she was screaming in agony as he was. He was screaming at the pain of losing his manhood, and she was screaming at the agony of absorbing his final sexual energy. Finally, when it was done, she dismounted him, but she was in agony. "It hurts... it hurts... it hurts," Thalessa cried, her
eyes in tears. She felt like she was going to explode.

  "Good," said Balok. And then he flipped her over on her back and he mounted her, and began to thrust, hard.

  Balok's penis was much larger than the slaves had been, and Thalessa's vagina was incredibly sore. But the pain from his thrusting was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her body, of all that energy straining to be released.

  Balok felt energy built up in his own body too, but he endured the pain. He thrusted, faster and faster. He wasn't trying for a conventional orgasm; he was looking for a different kind of release.

  Thalessa felt it too, could sense the energy built up in Balok, straining to get out, surging, surging, struggling to escape his body, and she felt the energy in her body, struggling to respond, as if they were magnetically attracted.

  Balok thrusted faster and faster, and his body suddenly grew stiff, and he cried out; and then Thalessa's body also stiffened, and she yelled, and at that moment they both felt a tremendous draining of energy, all surging to the same place.

  Her uterus.

  The two energy waves splashed together, partially cancelling each other out, but also, in the combined effect, formed something.

  Something new.

  Thalessa saw it in Balok's eyes, and he saw it in hers. They were creating life. New life.

  The intense pressure and pain in her chest started to subside, and Thalessa slowly found she could breathe easily again. And then, the pressure in her chest was gone.

  But suddenly she felt a presence. Something, deep inside her. Something growing.

  "Is it... done?" she asked, her face all sweaty.

  Balok kissed her brow, as he withdrew his long penis from her body. "You have done well."

  That was it. Not "I love you". Just a congratulation for a job done well.

  Somehow, it seemed a disappointing ending for such an important event.

  ********

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