Scarlet Dusk by Megan J. Parker

such relevantly extinct creature—was a major deterrent in his goals of reshaping himself into something far more regal. As an unexpected result of his posture regiment, his chest and shoulders had begun to broaden and his previously smooth, pale abdomen had taken on a more dense and rigid form. While it had not been his intention, the overall effect was not only the desired upright posture he’d strived to achieve, but also a far more muscled and intimidating appearance.
    The entire package proving to be, though an emotional deterrent to his advances, an effective way at drawing out the fear and uncertainty in his future wife.
    So while his appearances weren’t what he wanted them to be just yet, he was perfectly content with the fear they elicited. If nothing else, it was helping him to break Serena’s spirit; bringing her to lose hope in Zane and the others; the only thing that was keeping her resilient to his goals.
    He needed to strip her of that hope…
    And perhaps something else.
    “You seem quite fixated on the subject of my dick, my dear, hollow-headed harlot,” he chided, wetting his newly-grown lips with his forked tongue. “Is that all it takes then? A deep dicking; a sordid affair; a promiscuously casual romp in your loin-garden? Are you really such a simple trollop? Can you really be that much of a stupid slut-cunt? Is that why you’re so insistent that he’s something special? Because of that first night you met us —make no mistake, my air-headed princess, I was there—and you fucked us? Is that all the persuasion your feeble fucking mind needs to create the illusion of this thing you call love?” he chuckled and shook his head, “You stupid cow! Did it even occur to you—do you even remember—that it wasn’t either of us controlling his body when you were riding him? Your loser ex—that brain-fucked ghost you clung so pathetically to!—was controlling his body the entire time! Zane”—he couldn’t help but cackle then—“couldn’t remember that night if I personally tore into his skull and dug for the memory! So is that the moment you feel you felt something between the two of you? ‘Cause I got news for you, bitch: I remember that night all too well; I could send every sopping detail to Penthouse for their gaggle of retards to viciously jerk off to. Then you could feel some romantic sense of obligation to everyone !” He spotted tears welling in the she-vamp’s eyes and, as she tried to turn her head away to hide her face, he caught her by the throat and forced her to look at him. “You fucked me on that night too, you cheap, loose-cunted sack of shit! So, if sex is the only thing that defines romance for you, then you’d better be ready to love me just as fucking much as that loser!”
    Serena was shaking; her face a constricted mess of pent-up tears and pain that was growing beat-red around his clawed grip. Despite this—despite the growing agony that he could practically see welling within her—she resisted her own weaknesses and spit in his face. “ You could arrange a fucking gangbang with the entire cast of ‘Magic Mike,’ and I’d still wait for him rather than settle with the likes of you!”
    Weakening or not, a lesson had to be taught.
    He couldn’t bring himself to grin in the face of her defiance when her mucus was trickling down his cheek.
    His fist landed with enough force to send her back, ricocheting off the padded walls of her cell and toppling back into him; the enchanted chains binding her jangling with the sudden movement.
    Maledictus rose to his full height as his grip on her shoulders tightened and he growled in her face. “At some point I’m going to have to make a note of correcting the wretched habit of your flapping tongue!” He threw her back into the corner with a meek sense of pride as she cowered in his shadow, reaching to the crotch of his body to work his genitals free of the accursed “pocket” they were nestled in as he took a step