Dark Lord by Corinne Balfour

kicked him and he grunted in surprise. She started to run, but he caught her in an unyielding grasp and threw her on the sofa. She looked at him in surprise, but his eyes were nearly unrecognizable. He had never looked so alien to her and it made her afraid. She scooted backwards on the sofa as he leaned over her. He grabbed her robe and pushed the material apart , revealing her exposed womanhood . As she struggled, h e grabbed her knees and spread her thighs apart .
     
    He held her still while he stared at her exposed flesh. “Why do you deny me, human? The Flourdan fur trade is still in effect and my payment is past overdue.”
     
    His words made no sense to her, and when she looked into his eyes, they showed no recognition. “ Flourdan fur trade?”
     
    “Yes. The original agreement between the Flourdan Queen and the hybrids still stands.”
     
    She couldn’t believe that he was making statements about hybrids after he had ordered her not to discuss the issue. “I’ve never heard of any agreement.”
     
    He cupped her sex in his hand and leaned down to whisper close to her ear. “The Queen who was conquered by the hybrids so long ago bargained with the hybrid King to spare her sons. She offered the daughters of Flourda in exchange for the life of her sons, and for a hundred years, the hybrids performed a mass culling of the Flourdan furs once a decade. After the hundred years was up, the contract was renegotiated. The Langley Queen offered her very own daughters and the daughters of her fellow noblewomen to the hybrids in lieu of the decade mass cullings . Per the agreement, o ne fur i s to be offered to the hybrids annually, hence the fur trade. The fur is delivered by boat to the Isle of Anubis during the New Moon Festival. The Queen kept the agreement until recently. No deliveries have been made in three years, but the payments must be made in full or the mass cullings will begin anew. ”
     
    She had never heard anything about cullings , agreements, or festival offerings. “How do you know these things?”
     
    “I was there.”
     
    “That’s not possible. You’re not that old, Dev. What do you mean by that?”
     
    He smiled at her. “Hybrid brains are more advanced than the brains of humans. Our brains can access collective knowledge of the Asstrum race, and when necessary, our minds can be utilized to meet the needs of the collective. Even Devereux’s brain is advanced enough to do this.”
     
    This was entirely too weird. “I wish to speak with Devereux, not the collective hybrid mind.”
     
    “You talk to us both, but the time for talking has passed. The Flourdans have forgotten they are our subjects and we are their masters. Submit to me. Take me into your body so that your people will see and remember what it is like to be conquered.”
     
    She struggled to get free as he held her against the sofa. “Let’s not do this here,” she pleaded.
     
    He knelt between her thighs and his eyes flashed. “ Human, you must s ubmit.”
     
    She felt him tugging at her mind, telling her to give into him. Humans were there to serve their hybrid masters . One look in his eyes and she realized that he was lost to her. It was like Devereux had been replaced with another being. “You forget yourself. You are Flourdan .” He spoke in her mind. I am hybrid. You are my slave . I will fuck you until you breed a hundred hybrids . You must submit or I will bring more hybrids here to subdue the entirety of Flourda . You must honor the agreement. She stilled as she absorbed his threats. Could he actually do such a thing? He had once told her that he knew no hybrids and would never betray Flourda .
     
    Valerie approached with Valencia trailing behind her and stopped at the sofa. “Halt, my amorous lord. You have mistaken this lady for a woman of low birth. My niece very foolishly chose to forgo her wig. I did tell her that it would only result in her ravishment, and it looks as if I was correct. You must