Chapter 35: Dangerous Tongue

Chapter 35: Dangerous Tongue

Xenia had toasted the soldiers with fresh, bubbly champagne. She even formed a large healing aura over all of them to heal their injuries. Needless to say, this was a huge honor for her healing didn’t just heal present wounds but also chronic wounds. It also purified the genome of any accumulated mutations and attenuated their aging process.

A few of the captains sat in a small circle around Vega. One of the captains said, “She not only saved our lives here today, but she has also extended our lives with her unique healing abilities. We have a lot to be thankful for, but I still can’t shake a funny feeling I have.”

Vega looked to the captain, “We can never repay her. Her call to arms, her brutal techniques on the battlefield, her ability to save and nurture. It’s all priceless. And yet I have a similar feeling. For me... its terror.”

Another captain chimed in, “Vega, I understand war is brutal and savage. We kill or be killed. But nonetheless, I think you should broach the topic of the fallout in associating ourselves with someone who... as you say... strikes terror even within her allies.”

Vega nodded, “I think you are right. I also think that had Jacek not grabbed her shoulder, none of us would be alive to speak presently. She is on the surface intelligent, kind, warm, and affectionate. But I think we saw her true self peek through for a few moments this evening. That bloodlust was an expression of her soul. Underneath it all, she is a blood-thirsty monster.”

The captains and Vega finished their drinks and continued their heavy talks. Meanwhile, Jacek and Xenia were deep within the lower levels of the Saber Fortress Command Center.

Jacek said, “Remind me again why this can’t wait?”

Xenia marched with purpose heading towards the prisoner cells, “I want to know who is behind this rebellion faction. What I saw today wasn’t a band of angry rebels fighting for democracy. This was much too organized. These soldiers marched together and were very well equipped.”The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.

Jacek tried to keep pace with her as she spoke from behind, “They have already given their leader’s name, and we are working on it.”

Xenia marched ahead until Jacek said, “These two prisoners both say their leader’s name is Agmar.”

She continued her pace but grimaced as she thought to herself, “Damnit. Agmar should know better than to use his real name with such lowly rebels while in service as a Blood Wraith. I will cover for him today, but next time I will simply kill him.”

Xenia finally reached the door housing the two prisoners. She ran her hands on Jacek’s chest and said, “You know. I’m always a little on edge still after battle. After questioning and killing these two prisoners, I want to fuck you right here. There are no cameras down here, right?”

Jacek said, “There are no cameras but unlike the BloodStar Empire, we do not kill our prisoners so willingly.”

Xenia ran her finger down his chest and said, “Oh kinky, you’re so right. Let’s make them watch first!”

Before Jacek could respond, Xenia pushed the door open and marched in with an air of confidence to find two unshackled prisoners sitting at separate tables comfortably.

Xenia thought, “How inappropriate letting this filth sit at ease while their comrades are outside killing my allies.” She internally judged Jacek’s leadership abilities.

She then stood before the two prisoners with her arms crossed and said, “Jacek remove this one and leave this one for me. Let’s see if we can’t get the same answers out of these two independent of one another.”

Jacek nodded, and he escorted the other prisoner to another holding cell. He then entered the viewing room behind a one-way mirror. He thought to himself, “Separating the two prisoners is a great idea. This way the answers of one won’t bias the answers of the other.” He stood at the viewing window and watched Xenia at work.

Xenia stood before her prisoner knowing that if he gave true answers, she would get nowhere. Knowing this, she already had a plan in mind. She circled around to the back of the prisoner and asked, “Do you know who I am?”

The prisoner faltered at first but answered, “You are Princess Xenia BloodStar of the BloodStar Empire.”

She smiled and said, “And have you ever heard stories of my interrogation techniques? They can be quite brutal.”

The prisoner once again answered in the affirmative, “I have. I will tell you anything you want to know.”

Xenia took a seat across from the prisoner and said, “You’ve been telling the Heraklinos personnel that your leader’s name is Agmar. I’ll be frank with you; I don’t believe you for a second. An unnamed mysterious person organized nearly five thousand democratic rebels and armed them to the teeth? Come now. Tell me who your real leader is.”

The prisoner shook in his seat and his voice cracked and faltered as he began to answer, “If you promise to not torture me, I will tell you. Can you promise?”

Xenia leaned forward over the table and said, “I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

The prisoner said, “Very well. Our leader’s name is Lord Kelvin Rutherford. You may know him.”

Xenia nodded, “I know him well. A staunch and wealthy supporter of all things democratic.”

A loud punch occurred at the viewing window cracking the glass but not shattering it. Xenia said, “It seems Lord Heraklinos is displeased. Keep in mind he made no promises.”

She stood up and the prisoner said, “Is that it? You’re done with me? Just like that?”

Xenia turned around and smiled at the prisoner, “Maybe yes. Maybe no. Let’s see if your fellow prisoner offers up the same answers before we discuss our next steps.”

Jacek stepped out of the viewing suite and met Xenia in the hallway, “This is outrageous! Lord Rutherford will pay if this is true! We could have stopped all of this if we had that intel! Instead, we were chasing a nameless made-up leader.” He huffed and puffed in the hallway. His anger swelled knowing that he could’ve prevented the loss of significant life of his soldiers had he known the truth the entire while.

She walked along the table running her leather glove down his body as she admired her prey. She then climbed on top of the table herself straddling him. She looked down at him and said, “You don’t know me very well, so let me show you what tools I have with me today.”

She held her hand up and used her ki to make her fingernails an inch long coming to a razor-sharp point. She ran her razor blade fingernails down the front of his body from his chest to his lower abdomen leaving five long red streaks of blood as her nails effortlessly sliced through his superficial skin.

The prisoner looked on in horror. He had no idea she was capable of such transformations with her body. He began to lose his calm demeanor as he realized how dire his current situation was. He struggled mightily but it was a fool’s errand to try to overcome her bloodbending.

She retracted her nails to their normal state, and she healed his chest and abdomen. She said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to slice you up with my nails.”

She then bared her teeth as he watched her teeth transform into razor-sharp fang-like teeth of a predator. She smiled as she brandished her newly formed fangs and said, “I haven’t had dinner just yet, and I’m a hungry girl.”

She then lunged down into his chest and ripped a bite of his flesh off with her mouth. She let it fly off the table and continued to bite his chest like a rabid predator until his entire chest was devoid of surface skin.

He looked up at her devilish face dripping with blood from her fangs. Her tongue carefully lapped up the dripping blood, and she moaned with pleasure. The prisoner laid there in exquisite pain trying to hold himself together. However, her break was short, and she plunged forth once more.

This time she went for his left arm. She took chunks of meat off down to the bone as she ravenously chewed his meat one bite after another. The prisoner couldn’t hold his fear and pain in anymore and began to scream with terror and pain.

Xenia sat back up straddling the prisoner. She looked down at him and said, “Yes! Scream! That’s what fuels me!” She continued to bite chunks of his flesh from his body at a rapid pace until she finally stopped to admire her handiwork.

She looked down to see his chest and arms all but devoid of skin with exposed bone, soft tissue, and tendons. She then looked down at him and said, “I think next I want a kiss!”

She leaned forward once again and began to bite the skin from his face as she ‘kissed’ him. He screamed into her bites making her race to bite the flesh from his face even faster while he yelled with all of his might.

After several minutes, no skin remained on his face, and his lips were torn away. One eye was punctured and deflated while the other was covered in blood with no eyelid to wipe it clean.

She then leaned over and took a huge chunk of his lateral neck causing blood to pump out all over the floor in massive quantities.

She moaned and shouted in pleasure as she was fully enraptured in her play with the prisoner. She finally looked down to see he had died moments after avulsing his neck. She pouted and dismounted from the table, “Too quick a death. I’m being so merciful tonight. I guess I’m just in a good mood.”

She looked down at the dead prisoner and said aloud, “My handiwork is always so beautiful to behold, isn’t it?” She motioned with her hand for the other prisoner to observe.

The other prisoner was quiet, and Xenia said, “Isn’t it!?”

This change in tone caused the other prisoner to eagerly agree, “Y-Yes! Beautiful. As you say.”

Xenia walked over to him and said, “I like you. A man who appreciates my tastes.” She caressed his face and said, “I’ll give you a quick death too.”

She leaned in and began to kiss him passionately on the lips. The prisoner kissed her back happily. However, suddenly he felt her tongue inching towards the back of his throat. Then it began to push further through his epiglottis and down his trachea.

She continued to kiss him; however, her tongue was occluding his airway entirely, and he began to silently choke until she finally broke off their kiss and retracted her tongue.

She laughed as she showed off her freakishly long tongue, “I can make my fingernails, my teeth, my tongue, and so much more do whatever I want. Although the root of my power exists in blood, the span of my power extends to nearly all aspects of biology. Including the ability to make my tongue very long. And very dangerous.”

She took her long, snake-like tongue and licked his face up and down as she gyrated in his lap mixing pleasure and fear for the prisoner.

She then forcefully kissed him again pushing her tongue further down his trachea extending it until she could feel his bronchus. The ribbed cartilage of his airway gave her a unique pleasure along her tongue as she continued to make out with him.

The prisoner once again began to choke silently as he felt his demise inching closer and closer. However, just as he was ready to pass out, she retracted her tongue again.

She looked at him and said, “Are you ready to die for me? Are you ready for my final kiss of death?”

The prisoner willingly pleaded for his death, “Yes! Such a merciful and privileged death to be kissed by you!” He had no interest in being tortured. A quick death was the best outcome for him, and he knew it.

She immediately began to kiss him again. She rushed her tongue down his trachea, through his mainstem bronchus, and then broke her way into his airspace as she began to wrap her tongue around his lungs. She squeezed his lungs until she created a laceration, and she could taste his blood from the inside.

She continued to eviscerate his lungs from the inside as she wreaked havoc with her tongue from inside his body until finally the prisoner died from suffocation and bilateral hemothoraces.

Xenia retracted her snake-like tongue, stood up, and knocked the dead prisoner to the floor. She stood over him and moaned with pleasure rubbing her own body up and down with her hands. She said aloud, “I was too merciful a goddess to these prisoners. But they were oh so fun.”

Fully satisfied, she exited the interrogation without a care in the world as to who would find the brutal scene she left behind. In her mind, they were prisoners, and they deserved as much. Anyone who thought differently deserved to die at her hands as well.

She made her way up to Jacek’s quarters to find him asleep in bed already. She took a nice long, hot shower to wash the blood from her body and to relax from a busy day. Then she climbed into bed with Jacek and hugged him tightly as she quickly fell asleep in total comfort and peace.