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Forever Caged	By : Savagehunger47 Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 44150 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Thank you - alexxgalaxy , Kay, Lyran , kuroineko & Sheleeta!

So, the three people watching Riki are not new characters >;3 Kay, you got 1 of the three hehehe.

Also, sorry for being MIA these past couple weeks. I have an ongoing writing project that I’m working on which needs my full attention. I’ll be gone until I can finish it. I’ll be disappearing off an on to work on it, but when that happens I always leave an update on my LJ page if anyone wants to know whats going on :)

Thanks again, and enjoy!

Disclaimer:I don't own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I've chosen to invade the AnK world.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.

Parts: 59 of ?

~~**Forever Caged**~

Closing the front door, Orphe frowned at the two notes Marcus’s nervous Furniture gave him. Opening the letter stating “Read me first!” Orphe narrowed his eyes at the words within.

Tired of only getting BJ’s?

“BJ’s…” Orphe said in confusion, unfamiliar with the acronym.

Sick of your partner stopping you at third base, never letting you slide home?

Orphe glared at the note, the meaning coming crudely clear to him. Yet, he continued reading.

If you are, and you’re ready to win the trophy, then boy do I have a sure way for you to obtain your goal!

Finishing the letter, Orphe slowly smiled until he broke out into a chuckle. Then, opening the second letter addressed only to “V”, Orphe’s chuckle turned into laughter.

Hearing Orphe laughing outside from in the Blondie’s bedroom’s bathroom, V grit his teeth in anger. “Mother fucker.”

Upon returning from Aisha’s apartment, there’d been a Ruby waiting in Orphe’s apartment, just like the Blondie said there would be. Except the Elite held a little medical black bag in his hands. V hadn’t thought much about it until the fucking red-head pulled out a big ass syringe.

Suspicious, V had tensed, and backed away only to slammed up against Orphe, who-the prick-wrapped his arms around him, stopping him from running. Too prideful to start kicking and screaming, V growled in anger when the Blondie motioned to the Ruby to stick him with the needle.

But the worse part… The fucking worse part was as before he fell unconscious, Orphe whispered in his ear that it was all going to be okay. Like he wanted to be comforted. Hell, he wouldn’t have needed to be comforted if the Blondie just left him alone, and when he woke up, he’d had a small square bandage on his left hip.

“Mother fucker wasn’t lying when he said I wouldn’t be able to get this pet ring off,” V vented to himself. Pealing the gauze off, V hissed when he saw the neat little row of stitches.

Orphe explained to him that he’d tagged him with a new model, created just for someone like him. The thing was imbedded in the muscle. Little teeth like things kept it from dislodging and dangerously floating around in his body.

This was beyond extreme. To cut him open just because he was having a bit of fun in taking those stupid pet things off. The whole pet thing was just temporary anyway. Orphe was only going to keep him until he got bored, then he’d be set free. Why go through all the trouble of spending top dollar for a one of a kind pet ring? Could it even be called a pet ring?

V had to admit it was a smart move. He wasn’t about to take a blade to his skin just to remove the thing. His body wasn’t scar free, but if he could help not getting a new one, he’d rather not.

“At least it doesn’t hurt,” V muttered, poking at the stitches. The doc even told Orphe he could take the threads out in a few more hours… Fucking Elites.

“V!”

V glared at the door behind him. The sexy Blondie bastard had taken to calling him V, refusing to call him anything other than that until he told him his real name. Talking about fucking pressure, Violet thought. Orphe’s been all up in his grill from the moment he woke up in the Elite’s bed a week ago, and with every day that’s passed the stress of ‘finalizing’ their ‘relationship’ been getting harder to dodge.

A soft knock sounded on the door, accompanied by a muffled voice ordering him to come out.

“I’m busy!” V shouted. Yea, he was sulking and he didn’t care if the Blondie knew it. Asshole pulled a fast one on him, and he was still pissed…and impressed, not that he’d ever let the Blondie know.

“You can’t stay in there forever.”

V snorted. “Sure I can. I can go without food for a long ass time, trust me, I know. I got a toilet, water, and the huge ass tub in here makes a comfortable bed. So I can stay in here forever if I want to.”

“And I can also make it so you’ll go without clothing, and be chained to my bed for however long I wish if you do not open the door.”

“That’s koo with me. I’m not ashamed to prancing around in the buff, and it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been chained to someone’s bed, so go ahead and do it,” V said, uncaringly.

A scream of protest from the metal door handle echoed through out the large bathroom, and V watched as the door was forcefully opened. Leaning against the vanity with his ankles crossed, and his arms folded across his chest, V arched a violet brow at Orphe’s destructive entrance.

“Now what will the repairman think when he comes to fix the door? Not very Elite like, is it? Might get the gossiping tongues wiggling because of it.” V snickered, trying not to shift around uncomfortably at Orphe’s focused gaze.

Standing straight, V strutted the few steps to the Blondie. “If your not careful, you’ll get looked down upon by all those other Elites your always so conscious about,” V said as he tried to slide pass the Blondie, only to have Orphe step in front of him.

“If I was concerned about my other Elite brothers opinions, I would never have taken you for my own.”

V gave Orphe look of disbelief.

“Yes,” Orphe elegantly nodded, “granted there is concern about your real identities being discovered. However, it is only due to the tedious ground of Jupiter’s disappearance. Iason, and we, The Seven, need to gain absolute trust, control and power over our brethren and their departments before the truth can be revealed.”

“So you think our story of how the boys and me being from some rich harem will be questioned?” V laughed. “If someone were to look into our past, they’ll hear the same story I spread, and you gave.” V smoothed the fabric on Orphe’s shoulders. “Not everything that comes out of my mouth are all lies, Orphe.”

“Now, you mind?” V motioned for the Blondie to let him by.

“…Are you implying you spent a good portion of your young life…” The muscles in Orphe’s finely sculptured jaw ticked, as he grinded his teeth, refusing to utter the words.

“That I lived in a supped up whore house?” V smiled. “Why do you think I’m so talented with my tongue? Hell, I probably know more tricks than those pretty little pets from your academies you all are in a rave to have.”

V leaned up and whispered, “you’ve enjoyed the lessons I’ve learned from the years I lived there. Repeatedly.”

Was antagonizing the Blondie while he already looked ready to kill someone a good idea? Probably not, thought V, but he couldn’t help himself. It was the only payback he could think of at the moment, not a very good one, and sure to bite him on the ass, but it was all he was capable of doing. So when the Blondie grabbed him by the arm, turned him around and slammed him, bent over between the double sinks, V wasn’t surprised.

“Yes… You do have a very talented mouth. However, it’s not just your mouth I’m interested in, and no, it’s not just your body either,” Orphe softly said in the mongrel’s ear. With just the slightest of pressure, Orphe twisted V’s arm higher up his back, making the boy gasp out more in discomfort than pain.

“Then what the fuck do you want!” V hissed through his teeth, leaning up as much as he was allowed to, to relieve the pressure in his arm.

Orphe was silent. He said the words out of passion, but the answer was startling, and clear as he thought about it. “That is for you to discover on your own, never the less, I’ll be here every step of the way, helping you find it,” Orphe finally said.

“How about we don’t, but say we did? Wouldn’t it be faster than you getting all frustrated because I’m not seeking to find the answer?” V asked, looking at Orphe’s reflection in the mirror, giving the Blondie one of his winning playboy smiles.

“And ruin the game? You like to play games, don’t you?” Orphe questioned, returning the boy’s charming smile with one of his own.

V lowered his eyes, admitting defeat. The fucker was just too frigg’n good looking. It was like staring at the sun. “I only like to play games I know I’ll win,” V mumbled.

“Then how about we play another kind of game?” Orphe whispered huskily, leaning down to kiss the boy’s nap, smiling when he felt him shiver. With his free hand, Orphe reached under and pinched V’s nipple, rolling it with his thumb and forefinger beneath his clothing.

V stiffened when the Blondie licked him suddenly behind his right ear. Shuddering a breath, Violet closed his eyes, only to snap them open when the Blondie released his arm and in one swift move yanked his shirt up and over his head.

“Stay down,” Orphe ordered, pushing the mongrel, belly down, back on the sink counter when he tried to turn.

V watched- half alarmed, and half in wicked enjoyment- from the mirror as the Blondie slowly stripped out of his silk shirt, baring his insanely perfect pale body to his eyes. “Oh yea, baby. You giving me a strip show? I’m down with that.” V laughed.

Orphe arched a regal brow. “I plan on you keeping your eyes on me. Just as I plan on watching you with mine.”

V looked at his reflection. Frowning at how exposed he was, in the position he was in, and not liking it. “How about we-“ V grit his teeth when the Blondie forced him back down when he tried to stand straight.

“No, no,” Orphe softly chided. “I find our current location to be perfect.” Orphe cloaked the mongrel’s back with his naked chest. “Think of all the expressions I will see with you like this.”

“Fuck,” V hissed when the Blondie licked, then bit him behind his right ear while scraping his nails lightly up his sides. Fucker was getting him in all his hot spots on the first crack.

“Do you like that?” Orphe asked before taking the mongrel’s ear lobe between this teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. “Do you want more?”

V’s answer to the Blondie’s question was to lean up before the Elite could stop him, and reach behind him, grabbing Orphe’s hips and pulling him hard against his ass so he could feel how much the Blondie wanted him. “Seems like you want it just as bad.” V snickered.

Taking hold of the boy’s heated gaze from the mirror, Orphe smiled and kissed the mongrel’s shoulder. “We are playing for keeps this time.”

V moaned, too busy delighting in the passion igniting in his loins to listen to the words Orphe spoke. The Blondie was hitting all his buttons just the way he liked them. From the hands that clawed him ever so slightly up his ribs, across his chest and nipples, and then down his belly. His breath catching in his throat expectedly when the Blondie slowed his touches aggravatingly close to his throbbing erection before turning, changing direction even lower to scrape his nails on the insides of his inner thighs.

Smiling, Orphe watched with heated eyes as his tall, lovely, violet mongrel panted and moaned in his arms. Those amethyst jewels staring back at him. “Do you want more?”

“Isn’t that normally my line?” V teasingly asked. “Who’s playing the servant now?”

Orphe didn’t reply, but instead bit the mongrel without warning just where the boy’s neck met his shoulder, while cruelly pinching V’s nipples making him shout out.

“So you like a bit of pain, do you?” Orphe warped his arm around V’s chest, licking the sting from his bite mark, while unbuttoning the top clasps of the mongrel’s pants.

“Stop for a second!” V rasped. He couldn’t think while the Blondie was kissing his behind his ear. Fuck, if Orphe lobe fucked his left ear he wouldn’t have a problem thinking, but the bastard wasn’t, and the more he spoke, kissed, licked him behind his other ear, he couldn’t form a coherent thought.

If he didn’t take control, he was going to lose it. And lord help him once he came back to his senses. Who knows what the fuck he would do… Or what he’ll give.

“Seems like I have found your weak spot.”

V grabbed the Blondie between the legs, and said, “and you just get weak period here, when you get hard.”

“And you are not?” Orphe copied the mongrel, and began fondling the boy’s thickened length.

“Can’t deny you on that.” V released Orphe. “But,” he hissed through his clenched teeth, “if you let me go, I can give you what you like best.”

“What makes you think I would let you go to do that?”

V cursed when the Blondie tightened his arm so he couldn’t turn around, getting pissed with every second that passed. “You going to keep me like this the whole time?”

“Yes,” said Orphe, easily controlling the boy’s movements. “Is that a problem for you?”

“Yea, it’s a fucking problem!” V’s head was already rolling with every rub across his nipples, stink of Orphe’s teeth in his neck, and driving him mad with those constant ranking of those nails against his inner thighs.

“Then it is something you will have to learn to overcome, this need of having to be in control.”

“And what? Hand it over to you?” V’s nails dug into Orphe’s arm connected to the hand stroking his dick.

“Hand over?” Orphe whispered. “You had nothing to hand over, you only had the illusion of being in control. Control I allowed you to believe you had.”

With the Blondie holding him up, V planted his feet on the edge of the countertop and, with all his strength, kicked off, sending Orphe stumbling back, slamming into the wall behind him.

Free from the Blondie’s hold, V sung around and smashed his mouth onto Orphe’s. V tasted the hint of copper on his tongue, from cutting the Blondie’s lips with his teeth from the forcefulness of his kiss, but he didn’t care.

His body on fire, all V could think of was punishing the one who got him in his current state. “Open your mouth wider for me,” V ordered.

Orphe licked the blood off his lower lip. “My aren’t we passionate all of a sudden.” Orphe seized the mongrel by the arms, and switched their positions. Slamming the boy against the wall with such force it shook.

Grinning, V tangled his hands into Orphe’s blonde hair, yanking his head down to his. Moaning against Orphe’s lips when he felt the Elite’s large hands slid into the back of his pants, gripping his ass in a busing hold. “Fuck yea, baby,” V panted against Orphe’s lips.

If V could think, he would have become suspicious of the strange turn in how the Blondie came at him. Orphe could be persistent, but he’d always treated him like glass. Never using his considerable strength against him.

Unlike now, and fuck V couldn’t believe how much hotter the Blondie was now than before.

Shoving at Orphe’s chest, V quickly unbuckled the Blondie’s belt, removing it’s offending presents with a yank. Throwing it over Orphe’s shoulder before unbuttoning, and unzipping the Elite’s pressed slacks.

Teasing the Blondie, V grabbed Orphe’s hips and rubbed himself against the Blondie’s rigid hot flesh. Dipping his head to flick Orphe’s rosy nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Orphe allowed the mongrel to have his fun, until the boy became more aggressive in his touches, trying to take control of the pace like the mongrel always did, like Orphe allowed him to.

“Not this time,” Orphe said, stepping back from the wet heat of the boy’s mouth, and pressed the mongrel back against the wall. Holding V there with just the palm of his hand, needing the distance to clear some of the passion clouding his brain. “You do have a talented tongue, don’t you.”

V grinned, flashing the jeweled barbell of his tongue ring to the Blondie, but V’s amusement lasted less than a minute after the Blondie closed the open space between them. Starting again with his madding lapping behind his ear to the point his knees buckled beneath him, and Orphe embarrassingly held him up so he wouldn’t shamefully melt onto the floor.

“Oh fuck!” V gasped, holding onto Orphe’s shoulders for dear life.

Orphe wondered when the mongrel would notice he’d removed his pants, and now stood naked in his arms. With one arm easily holding the boy up and against the wall, Orphe spread V’s legs open with his knee and dipped his finger between his cheeks.

“Fuck!”

Orphe smiled at the boy’s profanity, biting him on the neck to hold him in place as his finger penetrated him.

“Jokes over,” V panted, cursing in his head at his stupidity of letting the situation get as far as it has. Pushing Orphe away was useless unless the Blondie wanted to be pushes away, and using his legs was out since Orphe was holding him up and he could barely feel the floor with his toes. Not to mention the Blondie had his knee in between his fucking legs, so- “Ahh!”

V shuddered when the Blondie’s finger brushed against something within him, sending a wave of desire throughout his body. “Shit!”

“Yes… You feel it more now don’t you? The hunger, the ache deep within. The awakening of new forbidden desires.”

“Shut up!” V hissed, flinching away from the Blondie’s seductive whispers.

“I can show you more. All you need to do is ask me politely.” Orphe pressed against the boy’s prostate, making V moan and arch his deliciously fit body against his.

“How about you fuck off,” V gasped.

“I’m thinking more along the lines of fucking you,” said Orphe, nibbling on the boy’s parted lips. “I want to hear you sing for me.”

“Let go!” V struggled in Orphe’s steel grip, trying uselessly to escape the unfamiliar pleasure crashing through him. And to his surprise the Blondie did. The fucker removed his torturous finger, released him and stepped away so suddenly without warning V didn’t have time to slap his dazed mind to into action, and ended up falling to the floor.

“Fucking prick…”

Orphe leaned down, and with a fist full of the boy’s violet locks, and forced the mongrel to look up at him. “I will not have our first time in here.”

V grit his teeth as the Blondie pulled him up by the arm, but still held him prisoner by his hair.

“Shall we go?” Orphe asked, letting the boy go.

V slapped the hand the Blondie’s held out to him. “I know where the bed is. I don’t need to hold your hand or for you to lead me there.”

“Just offering my assistance. You seem to be a little unsteady on your feet.” However, Orphe stepped back, giving the boy room.

“Thanks,” V said before kicking the Blondie on the side of the knee, and while Orphe cursed at him, V dashed out the bathroom. His quest for freedom short lived when the Blondie caught him from behind.

With the boy’s violent struggling, Orphe barely had time to turn before the both of them crashed into the nightstand next to the bed. Grunting in pain as the small table crumbled beneath their weight, Orphe threw the boy, bent over, onto the bed and forced V’s arms behind his back. “The more you fight me, the more it will hurt.”

“I wouldn’t fight you if you’d stop trying holding me down,” V hissed in anger. Yea, he was pissed but fuck if the Blondie wasn’t turning him on. Gone were the feathered touches. The gentle kisses, and sickening sweet cuddling after jerking one another off. Fuck the fluffy shit. Give him the rough stuff anytime.

“Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, because I plan on holding you down for the rest of your life.”

V shivered at the Blondie’s commanding tone, and the hotness of Orphe’s breath on the back of his neck. “All night, huh? You can’t even last a ten minutes in my mouth and you think you can do an all nighter?” V laughed.

“What no come back?” V said when the Blondie didn’t reply. The next taunt from V’s lips died a swift death when he heard the rustling of cloth behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” V nervously asked, bucking wildly when something cold, and wet slashed on and between his ass.

“Take a breath,” Orphe warned.

“Take a breath for what-“ V gasped, and bit his lips to keep himself from shouting out in pain. The fucker stabbed him with his monster of a thing!

“Violet.”

Freezing, hoping he heard wrong, V pretended the Blondie didn’t say anything. How the hell would he know his real name? The twins – those fucking traitors- ratted him out, but they never told Orphe his real name, so how was it possible he now knew it?

Fuck it. Who cared about that shit right now. V’s main concern was the huge dick in his ass, ripping him apart. “Get out,” V croaked.

“And put an end to all the fun we are having?” Orphe said, trying not to fall upon the boy and ravish him. Sinking himself deeper in V’s silky, intoxicating, heat.

“It’ll only hurt for a minute.”

“The first time is always painful.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good in no time.”

All the lines V remembered telling his past partners rang in his head. God, he’d been such an asshole! It hurt. It fucking hurt! And there was no way it was going to feel good.

“The pain will not last long. It is normal for you to feel pain in the beginning. I’ll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure from here on.”

With watery eyes, V glared over his shoulder at Orphe. “Eat shit, and die!”

Orphe replied by pushing further in the boy.

“Stop!”

Not stopping, Orphe continued until he was fully seated within the boy. Trembling, a fine sheet of sweat blanketed his body. With considerable amount of restrain, Orphe held himself still, giving the boy time to grow accustom to his invasion.

Running his nails up and down the mongrel’s back, Orphe rocked his hips, unable to help himself. Freeing the boy’s wrists, Orphe leaned down, covering the boy with his chest, kissing his nape. “Violet.”

Whether it was from the Blondie whispering his name. The panty dropping way he tongue fucked his ear or the fruity smelling oil Orphe used to lube his ass up with, V started panting. Heat upon unbearable heat rushing through his veins making him moan. And it was the excuse of Orphe’s skilled tongue that V used when he began pressing back against the Blondie’s hips. It still fucking hurt, but it was nothing compared to the hurt he was feeling straining between his legs.

“Fine,” V panted. “You wanna play? Let see what you got.”

Orphe kicked V’s knees farther apart, savagely bit the boy behind the neck to hold him in place as he grabbed V’s hips and withdrew, impaling the mongrel repeatedly in long hard strokes.

Shouting out, V fisted the bed covers under him. Holding on to dear life as the Blondie rode him. A pleasurable shock wave of lust spiraling through him as Orphe hard shaft hit his sweet spot repeatedly, to the point V fainted from brutal ecstasy he was drowning in.

And he sang. His voice filled the room with his lewd moans, and shouts for more. Egging the Blondie to go faster, deeper. For Orphe to give him with all he had.

With the Blondie calling his name in a low, lust filled, voice. Orphe’s tongue twirling skillfully in his ear. Without touching himself, V came hard. Sobbing his release.

Shouting out himself, Orphe shuddered, unable to hold himself back from halting his climax once he heard the satisfied cries from his lover. Unwilling to leave the delicious heat in the boy’s body, Orphe stayed were he was, kneeled between the spread legs of the boy. “The first and only,” Orphe whispered breathlessly, “you will have know like this.”

“Huh?” V asked, dazed and still reeling from the greatest lay of his life.

“Nothing you will not discover on your on, in all due time.” Orphe chuckled, reluctantly withdrawing from the boy, but instead of moving them up to lay on the bed, Orphe pulled them to the floor.

“How the hell did you know I’d go nuts if you touched me that way?” V asked once his brain came back down to Amoi, shoving the mangled nightstand away from his head.

Orphe smirked and reached to open the drawer of the nightstand the mongrel just moved. “No long after I joined you in the bathroom, I had a visitor.” Handing letters Marcus’s Furniture gave him to Violet- discovering the word was actually the boy’s name by his noticeable reactions when he called it out.

Furrowing his brows in confusion, V unfolded the first letter which had his name, and saw red.

“I win! I win! Who’s more fucked now, huh? Oh, and by the time you’ve read this I will have already climbed my tree, and plucked it’s sweet fruit. And you? I bet you practically gave it away. Whore.”

“That cheating mother fucker…” V’s hands shook as he read the other letter.

“From behind…. He likes it when…. Make sure you….behind his right ear, and…bite… Do it all at the same time…. He likes it when you dominate him….be rough…Whisper the word ‘violet’ to him… He’ll burn with lust if… run your nails… But be kind, he’s a virgin…”

“I’m going to kick his ass!” V hissed, crumpling the letters in a ball, and threw it across the room. Now that the excitement was over, his ass throbbed. He was lucky if he could even walk to the bathroom, the Blondie worked him over so bad. “Fucker makes it sound like I’m a total masochist!”

“Aren’t you?” Orphe asked, fitting himself between Violet’s legs.

“Wooh now.” V pushed at Orphe’s chest. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do me again. You just fucking came!”

Orphe pressed his erection against the boy’s thigh. “I believe I told you we would be indulging ourselves all night, didn’t I?”

“I thought you were just boasting! I didn’t actually think you meant it!” V turned his head away from the Blondie’s seeking lips. “I don’t wanna!”

“You will.” Orphe laughed, covering the boy’s protesting lips with his own.

oOoOoOo

Striding into the lobby of Jupiter’s inner sanctum, Iason coolly stared at the plain android Jupiter used as her servants.

“Your Excellency. Jupiter is not seeing anyone-“

“Jupiter will see me,” Iason coldly replied to the bowing servant. “Inform our beloved creator I seek an audience with her.”

“…Yes, your Excellency…”

Iason watched as the android disappeared behind the ivory doors leading to Jupiter’s private quarters. Barely a minute passed before a shimmering golden light formed in front of him, and the translucent form of Jupiter appeared before his eyes.

“My child… You seemed troubled.”

Iason’s narrowed his eyes at the loving words coming from the lips of his ‘mother’. Emotion was not unknown to Jupiter, but never had she ever showed it on her otherwise expressionless face.

“I came seeking after your well being,” Iason replied. “You have been absent from us for a long time.”

“I am fine, my child. How fare you with your added duties?”

Smiling coldly, Iason bowed his head. “Nothing given to me has proven to be more than I can handle.”

“Of course not. If it were, I would not have removed myself. You, over all my other children, were meant to rule.”

Forcing himself not to show any outward reaction when Jupiter caressed his cheek with her golden hand, Iason continued to smile graciously. “You honor me.”

“Yet, I sense the troubles you face with your brethren questioning your authority is not why you are here today, nor is the reason of coming to see with your own eyes of my ‘well being’.”

“No, it is not.” Iason stared into Jupiter’s golden eyes. “I came seeking answers.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” Iason watched as Jupiter’s golden body changed, her warm light fading from her until the coldness of her other silver form transformed her to the formidable god she was on Amoi.

“And what answers have you come seeking from me?”

“Riki,” said Iason. “What do you want from him, that you would be secretly stealing from him- from me- all this time?”

TBC…
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