Sci Fi Flash Fiction: Amott’s Hearth (Restraint)

The ninth entry in the Sci Fi Flash Fiction series Amott’s Hearth and a little spicy and different from the usual. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading.

The door hissed open as the women squealed in terror and joy, covering their bodies with whatever they could get their hands on. Herald walked through the doorway and offered a polite sneer as he gazed upon the sweat slick body of Asedum and her causal playmates, Seraph and Demona. He shook his head and snapped his fingers to get their attention, “Where is the transcendent? We require his presence at the palace for armor fitting and gladiatorial training.”

Asedum turned around; her erogenous areas engorged and ready to burst. She offered Herald a smile as she lifted her head toward the ceiling, “I have a feeling you might have a difficult time getting him down, we have been playing all morning and he tends to get more inventive as he keeps going. I’m not sure if the ladies will enjoy you taking their favorite play-toy away, will you two?”

The angelic looking Seraph leaned forward with a frown on her face as she chewed on her bottom lip, “Please Master Sxrrecckzlan, you must leave him here until he is ready to train. I fear his heart will not last with the strain.”

The demonic Demona stretched her leathery red wings and shook her coal coils, “You were always the jealous type, Sxxie. You never could watch as someone else please us.”

“That is neither here nor there, ladies. Our god requires he trains to defend his honor in the battlefield and I will not deny his request. Tell me where Craig T. Amott is so I might whisk him away from you before you kill him.”

Asedum smiled and pointed at the ceiling as she licked her lips, “I have a feeling you’re going to have a tough time with that too.”

Herald followed her finger until he saw Craig pinned to the ceiling with various gels and other fluids. He grumbled as he watched Craig’s head dart from side to side, licking his lips as his eyes shimmered a red flecked golden color. His arms and legs shook as he flexed to escape his cocoon, but no matter how he struggled the bonds seemed to tighten around his limbs. Herald lowered his head and sighed as he brought his golden hand to his snout, “You could have left him in better condition than this, ladies. I am disappointed you let your libidos get carried away.”

“I didn’t expect him to demand the treatment, Sxxie. We only played until climax. Your incarnate has a libido that would put the planet to shame. We placed him on the ceiling to save ourselves, not to punish him!” Asedum protested.

“Asedum speaks the truth, Master Sxrrecckzlan! I have never felt sore in my life as an Engilan. This Craig T. Amott has ruined me for all others.” Seraph chimed.

“Admit it. You loved every minute of punishment, Serri.” Demona retorted.

“I shall when you admit screaming to the heavens for your ple-”

Herald growled as he threw his arms open and screamed, “Enough, I have heard more than I care to and will need at least ten cycles in the thought evaporation chambers to remove such foul deeds from my mind. Seraph, Demona; release our hero. Asedum, you will apply the sedative and assure he will return to the palace for training. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Master Sxrrecckzlan.” All three replied.

Herald moved away from where Craig dangled and watched as Seraph and Demona flew to the ceiling. They squabbled with each other as they removed the gel with their small lasers while Asedum applied the sedative to her lips and smacked them together. She cooed in the mirror, shifted her hips, played with her limp snake-like hair, and winked at herself. The winged beauties continued to argue with each other as they landed on the floor. Asedum growled and raced toward the lowered hero. She pounced on the prone human and lavished him with kisses. Seraph and Demona stopped their squabbling long enough to chide Asedum for her actions before they joined in with their affections.

As the impromptu orgy continued, Herald turned in disgust and approached a wall where the communications panel hung. He pressed some buttons and moved his hand in front of the screen, waiting for it to flicker to life. Moments later, the insignia of the Great God melted to the face of the Godling daughter sitting in her quarters as she prepared. She ignored the screen as she applied makeup to her cheeks, “What is it, Herald? I hope there will be no delay in bringing the hero to me.”

“Forgive me, Madam. an unexpected delay in obtaining the hero for your inspection. I polan on delivering him as-”

The Godling sighed as she turned to glare at the screen, “I trust your whores are wearing him down with their carnal acts?”

“Indeed they are, Madam. I have never seen them so afraid for their safety and yet so unconcerned for it at the same time. I never knew wings could bend in that fashion.”

“Stop staring at them and look at me. You know the master plan as it is told by the Collective. These creatures must be destroyed before they corrupt our universe. You will comply with their desires and make sure our hero is slain before he can lift his laser lance. Do I make myself clear, Sxrrecckzlan?”

“I hear and obey, Madam. The Collective’s will is that of the universe and the souls living within it.”