Life from the Ashes Series. Book 5 Generations
By Jo BRating: NC-17
Keywords: M/Sk/K SLASH
Disclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, the Lone Gunmen, Kimberly Cook, Senator Matheson, Bill Scully, the morph etc. are the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting. All other characters in the series are mine.
Summary: This is an Alternative Universe Story. It takes place after an alien virus has killed off most of the world's females and caused mutations in forty-five percent of the remaining males.
Authors Notes: This is the fifth and final book in the series. The story is told from River's, Nicky's and Conan's POV.
Special thanks to Laurie, Nicole, Cerulean, and Demi-X for beta-reading this chapter.
Feedback is always welcome. Any constructive suggestions are appreciated.
WARNING! This story contains references to male/male sex.
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Chapter 4
The Thirteen Patriots
By Jo B
Crystal Palace
Monday, November 27, 2017
Nicky's POV"No! You can't see him, Father!" I stand my ground alongside my brother Sergei as we bar the double doors to our Dad Alex's bedroom.
"I just want to see how he's doing, Nicolas. You can't think I mean him any harm?" My Father Nikolai says softly.
"Father, you shouldn't even be in our apartment while my other dads are away—" It scares me to stand up to him. I look into his piercing black eyes and handsome face for any sign of how mad he is at us. He appears more bemused than angry.
Sergei steps between us. "Look, Tsar Nikolai, I don't want to call our palace's security team. Why don't you just go back downstairs to your apartment?"
"You boys are very brave. If I wanted, I could have rendered you unconscious." He winks at me. "Very well, boys, I'll go back downstairs. Join me later, Nicolas. I think we should talk about what happened between Fox and me."
I frown, it was a command not a request. "Okay, Father...I want to hear what you have to say for yourself." I spent all weekend upset at the thought of my biological father raping my Dad Fox. I wonder if that was why Dad Alex left him.
"Be downstairs promptly at seven o'clock—we'll dine together."
Sergei and I watch as he turns and heads off down the hallway.
"I'm going to check on dad." I turn and open the bedroom door. My sister Summer is sitting, reading a book in front of the fireplace with her feet tucked under her, on the loveseat. Her honey blond hair falls in waves around her face. Sometimes I envy her being Dad Fox's biological daughter. "Hey, Sis."
"Hey, Nicky. Did you get rid of your father?"
"Yeah. I'm having dinner with him tonight." I sit on the bed and stare at my dad's tranquil face. God, he's so beautiful. It's hard to explain how much I feel a part of him. I love all of my dads, even Nikolai, but the love I have for Dad Alex is so much more consuming. I know Summer would understand.
"Nicky, why did he want to see Dad?"
"I think he still feels something for him." I look at her and grin. "Dad tends to avoid him like a plague when he's awake. I'm sure Father Nikolai just wanted to look at him undisturbed."
"Could be, but I don't like him being here when Dad Walter is away. Nicky, maybe you should talk to General Kline. He can assign a few security guards to our floor until our dads get back."
"I'd rather not, Summer. I don't want strangers on our floor." The last thing I want is to worry about all my sisters' safety. I wish I were older and stronger, so I could protect them better.
"It's just a suggestion. You, Sergei, and Kaylie can't protect us all—"
"We're not. General Kline is keeping an eye on us. If we run into trouble he'll send some guards to back us up. Sis, I'm going to the kitchen for something to eat. Do you want me to bring you back anything?"
"No."
I lean down and kiss Dad Alex's silky smooth cheek. Now that he's pregnant his body hair is growing very slowly. It is another thing he hates about being pregnant. I stand and leave the bedroom.
***
Area 51
Monday, November 27, 2017Major James Conan's POV
He's here. I hold my breath in awe as I gaze across the concourse at him. He's even more beautiful than I've imagined. The photographs I've collected over the years hardly do him justice. I couldn't believe our luck when we heard he was accompanying the King. Our only disappointment is that Prince Alex isn't with them. My gaze wanders from his heavenly face to the cute little boy he's holding. Arman...their youngest son. My eyes travel next to King Walter. The aura of sheer power radiates off him like a living entity. Subduing our King will be the most dangerous part of our mission and the most regrettable.
My compatriots and I have nothing but the utmost respect for our King and everything he's accomplished since taking the throne. Our actions will hurt him, but we act in the best interests of our country. In time, he will understand.
I turn my scrutiny to the other three members of the Royal Family. The King and his two mates have tried to shield their children from the public eye, but candid photographs have gotten out. Even so, I'd recognize River, Hunter, and Gawain without having seen their photos. Hunter and River are currently the same height with Hunter still growing. They're three inches shorter than Prince Fox. River is staying close to King Walter as his inquisitive sapphire eyes scan those around him. I can tell he's nervous.
"He's still a virgin," Garth whispers excitedly as he notices me admiring Prince River.
"And he'll stay that way," I hiss under my breath. As long as I'm the leader of the Thirteen Patriots no harm will come to any of the King's sons.
Garth shrugs his shoulders. "Hey, you're the boss."
The Generals have the full honor guard out for the Royal visit. One of our members is part of the guard. The others hold key positions around the base. From chief medical officer to head mechanic. It is only a matter of hours now 'til four years worth of planning comes to fruition. We were planning to act in the Spring during the Princess's wedding. However, acting now on our own home turf will be less risky. Even if it means we won't have access to Prince Alex, too.
The Royal Family are making their way down the reception line. They are almost to me. I listen as King Walter and Prince Fox spend time talking to each man. I'm slightly amazed that Prince Fox seems to know something about several of the pilots. Then it occurs to me that his daughter is marrying Captain Steve Nash. Of course, the Prince would have used his FBI credentials to check on everyone who works with Nash. I wonder if he knows anything about me? I will soon find out as the King moves to shake my hand.
"Major Conan, it's a pleasure to see you again. General Foss informs me that you will be taking my family and me on a brief flight on board the latest spacecraft," King Walter says.
The King has a firm handshake and he's powerfully built. "Yes, Your Majesty. We thought your sons would enjoy the thrill of flying around the moon and back."
"I'm sure our sons will enjoy it, Major," Prince Fox says, extending his hand.
"Yeah, cool! I can't wait, Dad," Gawain says. He's standing close to Prince Fox. His brother Hunter is several feet behind, staring flirtatiously at all of the men.
I shake the Prince's hand while looking dumbly into the swirling orbs of colors. God, he smells so good...I have an urge to rut against him like a horny dog. I suddenly can't even remember my own name. "A-ah...it's a pleasure meeting you, Prince Fox."
The Prince smiles warmly as Arman rests his head tiredly on his shoulder. He kisses the top of the boy's head before continuing our conversation. "The pleasure is mine, Major Conan. Our oldest son Sergei has a poster of you next to the StarQuest 9000 hanging in his bedroom. You're something of a hero to him. He wants to attend the space academy once he graduates high school."
I grow harder watching his full lips move, barely hearing a word he's saying. I wonder how his bodyguards can stand being close to him, knowing they can never touch him. "I'm very flattered, Your Highness...."
The little boy starts crying suddenly and the Prince attempts to quiet him. "Mani, sh...what's wrong?"
"Daddy, I want to go home! Bad men here!"
"Oh, baby, no one can hurt us—not with Daddy Walter here protecting us." The little boy clings to him.
The deep love the Prince has for his son is heartwarming to watch. I wonder if my mother loved me as deeply. When the alien virus killed her I was only nine. She was my only family. Watching the Prince and his son, I almost regret the actions we will be forced to take in a few hours.
"Is something wrong, Fox?" The King places his hand on their son's back as he looks into the Prince's eyes.
"No. It's been a long trip...he's just tired."
King Walter turns to our base commander. "General Foss, my family would like to rest for a few hours before continuing the tour. Can you have someone show us to our quarters?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Captain Kroner, show our King and his family to the guest quarters."
"Yes, sir!" The captain salutes and turns to the King. "This way, Your Majesty."
They start following, but Prince Fox pauses turning back. "Sa-Hunter, are you coming?"
"Dad, can I stay and look around?"
"No. This isn't Martha's Vineyard, I'd prefer you to stay close by my side."
"But I'm with my bodyguards...."
A stern look from the Prince stops the boy's protests. I marvel at the strength I see on that beautiful face. Legends from the time before the virus spoke of Fox Mulder's bravery and intelligence. It's interesting to see some proof that the legends were based on fact. Not that it will make a difference to our plans. Prince Fox is an immortal and will be used appropriately. It might be high time for the pretty immortals to learn to accept their place in our society's social order.
***
River's POV
The guest quarters we're shown to consist of two bedrooms with attached bathrooms and a center living room. The living room has a wet bar and a worn leather sofa. Dad Fox carries Arman into one of the bedrooms, laying him in the middle of the large king-size bed. Our luggage is already in the bedrooms. The bedroom my brothers and I are sleeping in has two queen-size beds. I lift my bag and place it on the tacky bedspread and start unpacking while Gawain hops on the other bed.
"Isn't this place cool, River?"
I glance over at him and smile. "Yeah, it's pretty cool." I don't let him see my nervousness. Being in the presence of all those strange men and seeing the lust in their eyes has me regretting my decision to accompany my fathers. It also makes my decision to marry Tsar Nikolai all the more meaningful. He's one of the few men I know who'll be able to protect me. I place my underwear and socks in the top dresser drawer as Sasha enters the bedroom and throws himself on the bed next to Gawain. "This trip sucks."
"But, Hunter, we get to go for a ride on a real spaceship later. That is going to be so neat!" Gawain is bubbling with enthusiasm. Hunter only rolls his eyes.
"Boys, there's a fruit basket in the living room, if you're hungry," Dad Walter says from the doorway.
"I'm hungry," Gawain says, scrambling off the bed.
I close my suitcase and look at Dad Walter. "Is Dad Fox free? I'd like to have a private chat with him," I say, setting my empty suitcase in the closet.
"He's in the other bedroom with Mani. You can go in and talk with him now, Mani's asleep."
"Thanks, Dad." I'm relieved. I've wanted to talk to him since I proposed to Tsar Nikolai.
I walk into the other bedroom and gently close the door. Dad Fox is lying on his side on the bed with Arman sleeping in his arms. I smile, remembering the times when I was a little boy and couldn't sleep. Dad Alex would spend the whole night in my bed, holding me in his arms. When Dad Alex was with Tsar Nikolai those awful months, Dad Walter and Dad Fox would take turns sleeping with me, until I finally accepted that Dad Alex wasn't coming back to me. I had thought he'd stopped loving me, but I was so wrong...I shake myself and clear my throat.
"Dad, can I talk to you?"
"Hmm...sure, River." He eases himself away from Arman and covers him with a blanket.
"How is he?" I ask.
"He's upset. He thinks there are bad men here that are going to hurt me. I don't know what to make of it." My dad sighs and walks over to the small table. He sits in one of the chairs then motions for me to take the other.
I sit across from him. "Dad, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Kids have a way of letting their imaginations get the better of them."
"My instincts tell me differently. I'm thinking about asking Walter to cut our trip short."
"Dad, I know how much this trip means to you. Maybe I should take Mani and Gawain back home, then you, Dad Walter, and Hunter can stay." I know my dads would never agree to have Hunter out of their sights.
"No. We'll go home together tomorrow morning...I'm sure Walter will understand. I'd insist we leave now, but Gawain is looking forward to the spaceship ride this afternoon and I don't want to disappoint him." Dad looks down at his hands then back up at me. "Now what did you want to talk about?"
I reach across the table and take a hold of his hand. "Dad, now that I've changed, I need to look out for what's best for me. I'm not brave like you and Dad Alex...I need someone who can protect and take care of me. Other than Dad Walter there's only one sorcerer on this planet who I know I'll feel secure with." I squeeze his hand not looking away from his face. I see the pain already in his eyes, which makes me wonder. "Dad, you know I love you and would never do anything to hurt you. I-ah-I...asked Nikolai Slava to marry me."
Dad looks down at our hands and sighs, "River, if you think he can provide you with security—you're wrong! He'll take any security you now have and make you wish you'd never married him! Choose a sorcerer from New America. You both can live at the Crystal Palace. Walter and the palace guards will protect you.""Dad, I believe Tsar Nikolai has changed. I wouldn't be willing to marry him if I thought he was still the same man who raped you and Dad Alex. You might not understand this, but I feel a pull toward Russia. I can feel her calling to me through my blood. I want to paint and experience what my ancestors felt living there."
"But, River, is it worth your freedom?"
"I'm an artist, Dad, ...sometimes we need to suffer for our art."
He pulls his hand away and stands. I think he's going to leave. Instead he kneels beside my chair and wraps his arms around me and I fall into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder.
"River, you'll always be my son. I don't know how, but I will find a way to support your decision to marry Slava. If at anytime you realize you've made a mistake, I'll be here for you."
All my bent up emotions and anxieties breaking free and I end up sobbing against his shoulder. "Dad, I'm so afraid."
"Afraid of what?" He rubs gentle circles on my back.
"I'm afraid of having anal sex—" No matter how many times I gotten off watching porn over the last few years, I still have a deep dread of being penetrated.
"Oh, River." He kisses the side of my face and hugs me tighter. "I can't tell you it's not going to hurt at first. Slava is a well-endowed man. I can promise you that there is so much pleasure and love in the act that the momentary pain is meaningless by comparison."
His mere presence is already making me feel better. I pull back and smile at him. Dad Fox is the most compassionate and selfless person I know. I'm still afraid, but I think I'll be able to deal with it—maybe. "Thanks, Dad. For being here for me."
He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and get cleaned up, then we'll join Walter and your brothers in the living room."
***
Later that afternoon
Major James Conan's POV
There is only enough room on the spaceship for my five-man crew and the Royal family. Four members of my crew are part of the Thirteen Patriots. It's a shame we'll have to eliminate Lieutenant Black, but we cannot chance him ruining our plans. The good of our country is at stake, and nothing else matters.
I personally show the King and his family around the ship. I watch the intimate way King Walter is resting his hand possessively on the Prince's ass. Guilt about our coming actions against his family makes my heart ache. "This is the crew's quarters. It's equipped with six bunks."
"Not much privacy," Prince Fox comments, looking around the small room. "What do you do if two of the crew are lovers?"
"That does happen quite a bit. Since we all don't sleep at the same time, we usually work out a schedule to accommodate couples."
I take them down the hall into the galley. "The galley is stocked with freeze-dried food and has a water recycling and purification system. We have enough provisions to allow us to survive three months in space." They spend some time looking around.
"What do you do for entertainment?" Prince Hunter asks as we move back out into the corridor.
"We have a HDVD library with books and movies, plus several computer games. Would you like to see the laser turrets?"
"I would!" Prince Gawain's face lights up with a broad smile.
I smile back at the pretty boy and stop next to a ladder that goes up through a hole in the ceiling and down through a hole in the floor. "We have two laser canons. The turrets are only large enough for one man. You may go up and take a look, Prince Gawain. Just don't press the red button," I joke. There is no red button. Only Sorcerers can operate the canons with their powers.
"The ship is impressive, Major," King Walter says as we wait for his son to come back down.
"Thank you." I look down at the little boy clinging to Prince Fox's leg. "King Walter, your son seems very attached to his mother."
The King shoots an angry look at me. "You mean his father, don't you, Major?"
"No, Your Majesty. You're Prince Arman's father. Prince Fox is his mother. He gave birth to him didn't he?"
King Walter shakes his head while Prince Fox remains quiet. Prince River and Prince Hunter are listening intently to our conversation.
"The term mother tends to denote a female. Fox is not a female—" the King says.
I interrupt stating bluntly, "He's a hermaphrodite, which makes him part female." I know I'm right and the King is wrong, but I decide to cut him some slack. "It doesn't rule out Prince Fox being the father to the children that Prince Alex gave birth to."
"Major, it doesn't matter how you view me. In my children's eyes I am their father as much as King Walter and Prince Alex is their father. I'm not going to suddenly have them calling me mom, mother, or mommy just because it fits into your small-minded view of immortals!" Prince Fox glares at me. "Now can we get this ship off the ground?"
I smile tersely. "Of course, Your Highness, I didn't mean to offend you. Let's get you and your family strapped in for the flight." I'm now looking forward to putting the uppity immortal in his place. He might be our King's husband and our Prince, but he's not a sorcerer and his main purpose in life, besides looking pretty, is to provide our country with healthy children.
I show them to their seats in the lounge. It has been specially equipped for our passengers. "We have cameras mounted below the ship's nose and on top of the gun turrets. You'll be able to see the live video feed projected on these monitors."
Prince Fox helps to buckle Prince Gawain in, while Prince Hunter and Prince River take care of themselves.
"Are you excited?" Prince Fox asks, smoothing his fingers through Gawain's blonde hair.
"Yes, Dad! Do you think we'll be able to see the moon up close?"
"Yes. You can tell Sergei and Nicky all about it when we get home."
"C'mon, Fox, it's your turn to get buckled in." King Walter hugs Prince Fox briefly. The Prince sits with little Arman in his arms as the King buckles them into the chair. He's careful to get the safety belts around both his lover and their child. The King then takes the seat next to them.
"I will be on the bridge, Lieutenant Garth will assist you if you need anything." I meet Garth's eyes as I pass him. He's buckling himself into the remaining seat. He knows what to do. It's only a matter of minutes now. The rest of our team should already be at our secret base in Northern Minnesota, getting it ready for our guests.
***
River's POV
I glance over at my Dad Fox as I feel the powerful engines of the spacecraft roar to life. His arms are around Arman's small body, holding him protectively against his chest. My youngest brother is crying again. He must be scared of all the strangers we've seen since coming here. I know I am.
I don't like Major Conan. His comments to my dads pissed me off. How dare he speak to Dad Fox that way! If I were a sorcerer, I'd have made him pay dearly. I'm glad Sergei wasn't here to hear him. It would have crushed Sergei's heart to see one of his heroes behaving in such a manner toward our dad.
The monitor is showing the bright fire as the spaceship breaks through the exosphere. I'm suddenly feeling tired. I can barely keep my eyes open. I hear Dad Fox's slurred voice.
"W-Walter, s-something's wrong!"
I turn my head with great difficulty to look at Dad Walter. He's struggling weakly with the safety belt... His panicked face is the last image I see as the world fades to gray.
***
Major James Conan's POV
We set the spaceship down inside a deep pit on the north shore of Lake Superior. The walls of the pit are laden heavy in ore. It will help shield us from detection. The pit resides beside an abandoned taconite mine. The mine has been unused for decades. Northern Minnesota has been deserted for nearly two decades. There is not a living soul around for over a hundred of miles.
"Major, what do you want us to do with Lieutenant Black?"
I look down regrettably at the dead Lieutenant's body. "Teleport him into Lake Superior." I turn and stroll off the bridge and into the lounge.
Garth is putting the power control cuff around our slumbering King's ankle. The other members of the Royal family are soundly asleep, too. I unbuckle the safety belt that is keeping Prince Fox in his seat. Then I lift Prince Arman into my arms and cuddle him. Children this young are a rarity. Cloning was stopped three years ago, due to the sudden deaths of clones nearing puberty. The only other means of procreating our species, outside of the immortals and cloning, is using the ovum that was stolen from hundreds of female abductees before the failed invasion. The ovum is in limited supply and is only approved for use by the fittest. My patriots were able to get their hands on a supply for our purposes.
The other members of my crew step into the lounge.
Corporal Nelson looks down at Prince Fox. "We're really going to have sex with him?" he asks, licking his lips.
In order to procreate female offspring in test tubes with an immortal, a sorcerer must be made genetically compatible. It requires a chemical reaction between the immortal and the sorcerer that can only be obtain through anal intercourse. Other methods have been tried and failed. "Yes. You'll be allowed to fuck him once. You'll not be allowed to touch any other part of his body. He still belongs to our King."
I turn to face my crew. "I want King Walter teleported to the security cell, his sons to the special guest cell, and Prince Fox to the medical lab. Doctor Blair is standing by to see that the Prince doesn't regain consciousness until his milk dries up." I keep Prince Arman as my men take care of teleporting our captives to the mine below. I carry the small child into the crew's quarters and lay him on the bed while I pull on my heavy parka. The outside temperature is minus ten degrees Fahrenheit. I pick up the boy and zip him inside my parka. For some reason I don't want to chance him being teleported into the abandoned mine. His brothers, being immortals, will survive any mishaps.
The rest of my crew comes into the quarters for their parkas.
"You're not teleporting him?" Garth asks.
"No. I'll give him to our King once we're down below." I have to admit that I love the way the child smells and feels so warm against my chest. What I wouldn't give to have a little one of my own...I grin at the thought. If all goes as planned in less than six months I'll have fifty little ones. Not that I expect to be alive to enjoy watching them grow up.
***
Nicky's POV
I've never been so upset in my life as I listen to General Kline. I reach over and grab my sister Summer's hand as he continues to give us the bad news. My brother Sergei and sisters Hope, Faith, Kaylie, Angélique, and Aleksandra are with us. Our five younger sisters are in bed for the night. No point in getting them upset just yet.
"I'm sorry, kids, but we're doing everything we can to find your fathers and brothers," General Kline says.
"General, I'd like to be part of the search effort," Sergei says.
"Prince Sergei, you're the head of your family until Prince Alex wakes up. You're needed here along with your other brother and sisters. Believe me we'll do everything in our power to find your family."
My Father Nikolai rushes into the room, he's more upset than I've ever seen him. "General Kline, I just heard the news! I want to help...my military is at your disposal. We must find them!"
"Tsar Nikolai, I appreciate your offer."
"General, do you think the Seraphim could have gotten to them?"
It is something that I didn't even consider. If the Seraphim have them then we might never see them again. I turn anxiously to the General as he answers my father.
"No, we believe it was an inside job. Besides the six-man crew onboard the spacecraft, eight military officers from Area 51 have also disappeared from the base. We believe they acted as one to abduct the Royal family. Their purpose for doing so is still unclear." The General stands and walks over to the window. It is pitch-black outside. "We're utilizing our best clairvoyants from across the country to search for them. If they're still on this continent, we'll find them!"
"If they're not?" my father asks.
"Tsar Nikolai, if you want to help then deploy your clairvoyants to search Asia and Europe. If we don't find them on either of our continents then we'll join forces to search the rest of the world."
"It's a deal, General. I'll contact you if we find anything." My father turns to leave, but stops suddenly. "Nicolas, take care of your Father Alexei. He might be in danger, too."
I swallow heavily. It didn't even occur to me. "Yes, Father."
***
River's POV
I kiss the top of Gawain's sleeping head as I hold him close to my body. We're sharing one small cot. He cried himself to sleep again. I can't remember Gawain ever crying, even as an infant he was always happy. He's used to living in luxury, my brother never experienced anything like this in his short life and is scared to death. I, on the other hand, can still remember the poverty and abuse before Prince Fox found me. Hunter is pretending that it isn't bothering him. I can tell he's as disturbed as Gawain.
We're in a small room. It appears to be more of a cellar or a cave. It is dank and slightly damp. The walls are rough-hewed rock, and the floor is dirt and stone. Soft fur rugs cover the hard floor. The room has four cots with down blankets and pillows, and a small table with four chairs. On the table is a pitcher of water with four mugs. The water is always fresh and refills as often as we empty it. Against one wall is a washbasin. At the far side of the small room, behind a screen, is a one-foot hole in the ground. It is obviously meant to be used as the toilet, at least that's what we've been using it as. A coal burning fireplace is carved out of one stonewall, providing us with plenty of warmth.
We've been here over two days and haven't seen our captors. Food magically appears on the table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then the dirty plates will disappear as soon as we are done eating. I don't know what has become of our dads and little Arman.
"River, do you think they killed our dads?" Hunter asks from the cot next to ours.
"Hunter, I don't know. Just remember they can't kill Dad Fox, he's an immortal."
"What about Dad Walter and Mani?"I don't know how to answer him. I'm afraid they might have killed Dad Walter. I don't want to think that anyone would be so evil as to kill a defenseless three-year-old boy, too.
"Hunter, all we can do is pray that they're both all right. Now, try to get some sleep."
***
Major James Conan's POV
Hundreds of candles light the cavern, scenting the air with the smell of wax and smoke. The Prince's nude body is laid out on a fur-covered altar. The candlelight dances gracefully along the curves of his body as Doctor Blair injects another sedative into Prince Fox's arm. It will ruin our plans if he wakes up while he's still lactating.
"Doctor, how much longer do we need to keep him sedated?" I ask.
The Doctor meets my eyes then presses down on the flesh next to the Prince's full nipple. A dribble of milk leaks from the tit and runs down Prince Fox's chest. "I'd say only a few more days."
"Good. I would like to have him conscious to take care of his son."
"You should start assembling the men for the ceremony. I'll have him prepared in a few minutes," Doctor Blair says, positioning the Prince on his side and placing a pillow under his chest and belly. He positions the immortal so he's more on his stomach and bends one leg toward his chest. I can see his large penis and sacks nestling on the soft fur. I can't pull my eyes away as one of the Doctor's hands parts his buttocks, exposing his anus. His other hand squirts the contents of a tube inside the Prince. He then works his finger in and starts stretching him.
Not looking up from his task, the Doctor says sharply, "Major Conan, this isn't for your entertainment. I'd like to get this over with before I have to give the Prince another injection. Now would you please assemble the men in the antechamber."
"Sorry, Doctor."
I quickly leave the cavern through the antechamber entrance. Most of the men are already assembled there, waiting impatiently. "Garth, inform the other men the time is here. I'll get King Walter. Johnson, come with me, I need you to put Prince Arman in with the other Princes. I don't wish our King to see where they're being held."
We hurry down the endless tunnels until we reach the cell where we're holding our King and his youngest son. King Walter glares at us menacingly while cradling the small boy in his arms. Only the anti-power cuff around his ankle prevents him from killing us.
"What have you done with Fox and my sons?"
"Your sons are fine and will remain that way as long as you do as ordered. I'm going to take you to see Prince Fox. He's being kept unconscious until his milk dries up. First, give Prince Arman to Captain Johnson, he's going to place him in with his brothers."
"Why can't he go with us to see his dad?"
"Prince Arman's Mom is about to perform a great service for our country. Unfortunately the type of service the Prince will be performing would be too upsetting for a small child to witness. Now hand him over to Captain Johnson, or I'll be compelled to use force."
The King reluctantly starts to hand the boy over, but the little Prince holds on tightly to his dad's arm, crying. "NO! I don't want to go! I want Daddy FOX!"
"Don't worry, Mani, you're going to see your brothers. You'd like to see River, Hunter, and Gawain wouldn't you?"
"I want Daddy Fox!"
"Prince Arman, I'll take you to see your Mommy tomorrow, if you're good. Now go with the nice Captain," I say.
"You bad men! I hate you!"
The kid has spunk. He'll make a good fighter some day. I have to use my powers to freeze our King so Captain Johnson can take the little Prince.
Johnson wails and throws the little boy across the room. "God Dammit! The fucking kid bit me!"
Prince Arman sits up shrieking and holding his arm. It's bent at a strange angle.
"I'll kill you for that!" The King struggles to move, but I'm still holding him immobile. "Let me go, he needs me!" he growls.
I ignore him. "Johnson, if you hurt that little boy again, you'll be executed on the spot. Now take him to his brothers and have Prince River heal his arm."
"What about my arm? The brat broke the skin!"
"Stop being such a baby. How did you ever make Captain?"
Johnson glares at me as he picks up the boy. The little Prince cringes in fright and continues crying. "Shut up, brat."
"Johnson, I'll deal with you after the ceremony! Now take the boy to his brothers!"
"Yes, sir." He quickly leaves carrying the Prince.
"Damn you! How do I know he's not going to hurt my son further?"
"Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on the Captain and your son."
"You weren't able to prevent him from harming Arman while standing in the same room—"
"And for that I apologize, Your Majesty. It's not our intention to harm your children. Luckily for us, Prince River should be able to heal his brother without any problems. Now we have a ceremony to attend." I lead him out of the cell. "I'm allowing you to bear witness, since Prince Fox is your mate. What we're going to do has nothing to do with sex. It is necessary to make him compatible with my men, so we can procreate female offspring with him through the use of growth cylinders."
"You're going to rape him!" The King is shocked and turns to pleading. "Please, don't do this to him."
"My King, he'll never know. I want you to witness that we will do nothing more than release our seed into his body. In a week we'll collect his semen and ours, and combine them to fertilize the ova we've stolen from our government. In five months we'll have six hundred and fifty new female infants."
"You touch him and you'll pay dearly! Major, you'll have to kill me, because I won't stop until you're all dead!"
"We have no intention of killing you. You're our King and we're all loyal to you and our country. Most of us realize that we're forfeiting our lives by touching Prince Fox." I lead him into the cavern.
He gasps at the sight of his lover laid out like a lamb upon the altar. "Please, Major, don't touch him."
"I'm truly sorry, My King, but I can't do that. Our country has fallen behind the rest of the world in procreating females. There is only a limited supply of ova left and we plan to use it for our country—"
"Then use mine and Fox's sperm. You don't have to touch him."
"In the long run, it will be better for our country if the females are conceived through the sperm of many different men and Prince Fox." I secure his feet to the iron cuffs on the floor several feet from the altar. He'll have a perfect view of his lover being penetrated. "Now I need you to be quiet for the ceremony." I use my powers to take away his voice.
***
River's POV
I rock Arman in my arms as I heal his small body. Poor little guy hasn't stopped crying since that bastard brought him to us. I can't believe he broke Arman's arm! Not to mention bruising his knee and hip, all because he bit that jerk.
"River, it was awesome how you handled that asshole. I can't believe he expected you to heal the bite mark on his arm," Hunter says. "You sure told him off!"
I yawn, feeling the energy drain from me. This is the first time I've used my new healing powers since transforming into an immortal a little over a week ago. "Hunter, can you take Mani? I need to sleep now."
Hunter tries to lift Arman off my lap, but he refuses to let go of me and starts crying even harder. "Sh, Mani, ...would you like to take a nap with me?" He nods as he clings to me.
"Okay, you need to let go a little so I can get us under the blanket." I pull the blanket down and scoot beneath it, lying on my side with Arman held securely in my arms. His whimpers are the last thing I hear as sleep claims me.
***
Major James Conan's POV
I am first. Only the King and Doctor Blair are in the cavern with me. The other men went back out to the antechamber after the prayer service to wait their turn. I unzip my pants and climb on the altar behind our Prince. I'm careful not to touch him anymore than is necessary. Prince Fox smells so incredible...it will take a great effort not to give into temptation to lick him all over. I pull my erect penis out of my pants while reminding myself this isn't about pleasure—it's about duty. Positioning my cockhead against his anus I strain to push inside. I grunt with the effort, he's so tight just like a virgin would be. God, our King is one lucky man.
I glance over at King Walter. His eyes are filled with such hatred that it almost freezes my blood. I turn my attention back to the task at hand, before I lose my erection. My cockhead pops inside and I start slowly pumping in and out of the Prince's sweet body. It doesn't take long and I'm kissing the back of his neck and my hands are roaming over his warm flesh. I can't stop myself from touching, licking, biting him as I plunge my meat relentlessly into him. He has me hornier than I've ever been in my life. Just feeling his fiery interior around my cock quickly drives me over the edge. I'm shooting my sperm deep into his bowels.
When I come back to myself, I realize that I've bitten him on the shoulder, leaving my teeth impression clearly on his flawless skin. "Doctor, this isn't going work," I say, climbing off the altar. I tuck myself back in and zip up my pants.
"What's wrong?" Doctor Blair asks.
"I couldn't keep my hands off him. We need to do something so the men don't touch the Prince sexually."
"We could cover him with a sheet and cut a hole through it."
"Yeah, that might work, only make it something sturdier like a tarp."
The Doctor concentrates and a tarp appears over the Prince's body. The only spot exposed is a three-inch hole over his ass.
"That should do nicely I'll have the next man brought in," I say and telepathically informed Lieutenant Garth that it is his turn.
He comes strolling into the cavern and stops in his tracks. "What's with the fucking tarp?"
"It's to protect the Prince from being needlessly groped while he's being fucked."
"It sort of takes a lot of the pleasure out of fucking him," Garth grumbles as he peels off his pants. He's not wearing any underwear.
"This isn't about us getting pleasure from fucking the Prince. He belongs to King Walter and I want you and the others to remember that. The tarp should be a good reminder."
Garth climbs up on the altar and straddles the Prince. He pushes into the immortal's body as he continues to complain. "It's seems a shame to deny ourselves pleasure, while we're fucking him." His face turns red as he cries out. "Oooh...Fuck!"I believe Garth just broke an all time record for coming in under ten seconds. "Good job, Lieutenant. If the other men are as quick as you, we'll have this wrapped up in less than an hour."
"Damn...couldn't I have one more go? What if I didn't ejaculate deep enough?"
"Depth doesn't matter. As long as your dick was inside him when you came." Our scientists have determined that the sperm isn't the most important element of a sorcerer/immortal coupling. It is the special energy released inside the immortal by the sorcerer simultaneous with him coming, which makes them compatible. Doctor Blair is going to be preparing a special serum for the Prince that will help get him through his next cycle without being attacked by the sorcerers who are newly bonded to him.
Garth grudgingly climbs off the altar and pulls back on his pants before storming out. The Doctor cleans the semen off the Prince's thighs and buttocks as the next sorcerer enters. I watch the King closely over the next two hours as his mate is bred with the remaining men. He's memorizing each man. Doctor Blair finally has his turn. When done, he pulls the tarp off and gives the Prince another shot to keep him unconscious.
I walk over to the King and give him back his voice. "My King, once Prince Fox's milk has dried up, I'll see that he is placed into the cell with you."
"Conan, I won't rest until you're all dead," King Walter growls. His hate-filled brown eyes give truth to his words.
"It doesn't matter. We're willing to sacrifice our lives for you and our country." I force him to follow me out of the cavern.
"How long are you going to keep us here?"
"Long enough to collect the Prince's semen and to see that he is impregnated by you during his next cycle."
"You fucking bastard! Nothing will make me to impregnate him against his will!"
"If you don't then my men will do the same thing to Prince River as we just did to Prince Fox, only Prince River will be conscious. Or maybe I'll select three men to impregnate Prince Fox in your stead. So you see, I'm sure your mate will agree to being impregnated by you or my men to spare your son and him."
"Bastard. I'll do what you say, just don't touch Fox or my sons—"
"I'm sure you'll do everything I tell you for the sake of your lover and sons. It's why I didn't use the threat of telling the Prince about your part in not allowing a cure to be found for his compulsions. That would have only hurt you."
The King pales as he walks into the cell. "I'd like to see Arman."
"He's safe with his brothers. I'll bring him back when his Mother is with you."
"Don't call Fox that—"
"I'm sorry that it upsets you, but he is the boy's Mother. It's about time the Prince and his immortal sons learn their proper place in our society. Immortals are not as powerful as we are. They need our protection to survive—"
"HA! There's where you're wrong, Major! For your information immortals are more powerful than sorcerers. We cannot kill them, but as sure as hell they can kill us! While they're lactating you wouldn't even see them coming."
I wonder if my face shows how stunned I am. "It never occurred to me that immortals could use their abilities for becoming invisible and walking through solid objects to kill us. This creates a whole new problem."
The King sits down calmly on the cot. "Really, Major? I see it as no more of a problem than us being able to kill any human, clairvoyant, or n'thral. Immortals just happen to be superior to us. It doesn't mean they'll kill us...unless given the proper reason to."
"We should be looking for a way to eliminate their protective powers while they're lactating. Or at least a way to detect them when they're invisible."
"No. I want my lovers to be able to protect themselves and our children. I will be no part to any attempt to eliminate those abilities."
I sigh. "You have a point. Our main concern should be for them and their children's safety."
***
Nicky's POV
The conference room smells of coffee and cigarette smoke. Most of our dad's sorcerers smoke constantly. They no longer have to worry about dying from cancer or old age. My dad has banned smoking in most public places where non-sorcerers are present. Dad's cabinet is made up exclusively of sorcerers and clairvoyants. The clairvoyants also smoke, but are heedless of the risks. They must assume that they would be healed by an immortal if they came down with cancer.
It's been over a week now that they've been missing and still no word. I look across the conference table at Sergei, who's sitting in our Dad Walter's chair. He's nervously leafing through reports. Sergei's been trying very hard to fill Dad Walter's shoes. He's just not very assertive. Kaylie would have been a better leader, only the sorcerers view women worse than they view immortals. It doesn't matter that Kaylie's a sorceress. Women are to be protected and worshipped, but never listened to or taken seriously. My dads say it's worse than it was fifty years ago when women were fighting for equality. At least General Kline is by Sergei's side helping him.
I can't wait 'til Dad Alex wakes up. He'll know what to do, and he might even force the sorcerers to listen to him. Dad can be very intimidating when he wants to be.
***
Major James Conan's POV
I stand outside the cell as the Prince and King hug and exchange tender kisses. I've just returned the Prince to the King. Prince Fox is still a little dazed and bewildered.
"My God, Fox, are you okay?" King Walter holds his lover's face cupped between his hands as he stares into weary hazel eyes.
"Yeah...I think—" Prince Fox's eyes widen with concern as he seems to sense something isn't right. "Walter, where're our kids?"
"They won't let me see them. One of the bastards broke Mani's arm—"
"No...." The Prince pales as he turns angrily to face me. "You goddamn fucker! I demand to see my baby! What kind of assholes are you to break a little boy's arm?"
The King's arms encircle his waist to prevent the enraged beauty from attacking me.
"I'll let you see him on one condition, Your Highness."
"What's that?"
"That you tell him and your other sons to call you Mommy."
Prince Fox doesn't even flinch. He holds his head proudly. "Fine. Now bring him to me."
I've seen photographs of the other immortals, and even a few of them in person, but none possess the cool class that Prince Fox possesses. This man has been through hell in his life and still he's able to hold himself with pride and dignity.
"Very well, Your Highness." I turn and head to get the boy.
No one has been allowed into the cell containing the immortal Princes, except Johnson when he took Prince Arman to them. We didn't want to take any chances that the men would become enamored with any of them.
I open the metal door and step into the room. The Princes are at the table. They stand when I enter. "Prince Arman, your mother and father wish to see you."
Prince River wraps his arms around the little boy. "He's not going anywhere alone with you."
"Do you want to deny him seeing Prince Fox?" Nothing is stopping me from just taking the little boy, except for the fact I'd rather not upset him further, so I hold off.
"Wiver, I want to see Daddy Fox!"
I bristle and say tersely, "He's your Mommy Fox! If you want to see him you'll call him that."
Prince Gawain speaks up. "He's not a mom, he's our dad. Auntie Dana and Auntie Kim are moms, not my dad!"
"You're wrong, Prince Gawain. Anyone who gives birth to a child is that child's Mother. When you and your immortal brothers have babies someday, you'll be that child's mother."
"So what, Dickhead? Why does it bug you so much what we call him?" Prince Hunter says.
I let the insult slide. "I had a mother once. She was the most important person of my life. Over the past eighteen years children have been gestated in test tubes. Only the children of immortals, and a few women through IVF, have actually been born. You, your brothers, and sisters are the only ones lucky enough to know the love of a Mother. Prince Hunter, do you have the same love for your Dad Alex as you have for your Mom?"
Hunter looks thoughtful for a few seconds. "No. It's not that I don't love Dad Alex, I just feel closer to my Dad Fox."
"It's the love a child has for his Mother—"
"I love Dad Alex and Dad Walter as much as I love Dad Fox," Prince Gawain says.
I smile at the boy. "Do you? Who do you go to when you're hurt or sad?"
The boy frowns. "My Dad Fox...."
"I think you've just proven my point. I'll allow each of you to see your dad and mom if you abide by my rules and call them by their proper titles."
"No deal, Dickhead." Prince Hunter sits down at the table, and Prince Gawain follows suit.
"I want to see my daddies!" Prince Arman cries.
"Who do you want to see, Prince Arman?" I ask softly.
The little boy purses his lips in thought. Then he blurts out, "Mommy and Daddy."
Prince Hunter mutters, "Traitor."
I grin at him, holding out my hand to the boy. Prince River reluctantly lets him go then joins his brothers at the table.
"I'll see that you're sent some magazines to read later." I lock the cell door and resist the desire to pick up the small child and carry him. Instead I take his hand and lead he down the tunnels.
We finally make it to the cell holding his parents. I unlock the door and he runs inside—right into the arms of Prince Fox. King Walter's arms encircle both their bodies.
The Prince hugs and cuddles his son. "How are you, baby?"
"Daddy, bad man broke my arm...Wiver made it all better."
Prince Fox looks angrily over at me. "Mani, you'll have to call me Mommy. If you don't, they won't let you stay with Daddy Walter and me."
"Okay, Mommy. Hunter and Gawain didn't want to call you that so he won't let them see you." Prince Arman turns and kisses King Walter. "I love you, Daddy."
The King's eyes tear up and he hugs them tighter and kisses his son's cheek. "Champ, I love you so much it hurts. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to protect you."
Arman pets his Dad's arm. "Daddy, you protect Mommy."
I clear my throat, closing and locking the cell door. "I'll let you get reacquainted."
***
It is three days later that I retrieve Prince Fox in order to collect his semen.
The Prince glares angrily at me as we walk down the tunnels to the lab. "Walter told me what you did. It must make you feel like real macho men to rape an unconscious man," he snips.
"It served our purposes. Besides I doubt you'd have wanted to be conscious while we deposited our seed inside your body."
Prince Fox flinches. "No. I wouldn't have wanted to be awake for that. Nor do I want to be having children with any of you. Why don't you just let us go?"
"No. We'll let you go once you're pregnant with King Walter's baby and we're sure that the test tube babies are going to live."
"Fine. At least let our sons go. They've done nothing to you—"
I laugh. "Let them go? We're in the middle of nowhere. Do you really want me to let your three lovely sons go?" I open the door to the lab and allow him to proceed me inside. Doctor Blair nods toward the dentist chair set up in the corner of the room.
"I meant you should return them to the palace."
I lead him over to the chair. "Sit. Your sons will be let go at the same time you and the King are let go."
"You're not going to get away with this." He sits placing his feet on the footrest.
Doctor Blair secures his wrists with Velcro to the arms of the chair, then his ankles to the footrest.
"We don't expect to get away with it. We'll be turning ourselves in at the same time we return you and your family to the Crystal Palace. You'll need to make arrangements for the care of your new daughters. I doubt you'll be able to raise all six hundred and fifty of them on your own." I pull over the cart as the Doctor unzips the Prince's pants and pulls his penis out.
"This isn't going to hurt, Your Highness," the Doctor says as he attaches the tube over the flaccid organ. It's connected to a milking machine.
"Would you care to demonstrate it on yourself?" Prince Fox snarls.
"I already have. Along with all the other men at the base. You're the last," Doctor Blair says, flipping the switch.
The Prince lets out a gasp as the machine starts. His penis swells quickly under the assault. I watch the pump work his organ. He whimpers and his hands twist in the bindings. It doesn't take long for the first orgasm to be forced out of him. It's a beautiful sight to behold. His eyes glaze over as his lips part and he moans exquisitely. Then his back arches up from the chair as his long limbs twist in the restraints as he comes. The Doctor leaves the pump running until Prince Fox orgasms three more times within the hour.
"I think that should be enough," the Doctor says, turning off the pump and unscrewing the small bottle a quarter full of semen. "Major, if I need more, I'll let you know. You can take Prince Fox back to his cell."
I unfasten the tube from the Prince's penis and tuck him back in, before freeing his limbs. He's as weak as a kitten as I help him to his feet. We walk slowly back down the tunnels. He doesn't speak the entire way. His eyes are void of emotion.
King Walter is pacing their cell nervously when we appear outside the cell door. He gives a sigh of relief, "Fox, are you all right?" As I unlock the door.
"No," the Prince murmurs and falls into the King's arms, resting his head on the broad shoulder. His body is trembling as King Walter holds him.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?" Prince Arman asks from the floor. He's playing with some rocks he'd collected around the small cave like room.
"He's only tired, Champ."
King Walter meets my eyes and says quietly, "This is another thing you'll pay dearly for."
"You'll only be able to kill me once," I quip, locking the cell door.
I watch briefly as the King helps his lover over to the cot. They lay down together with King Walter holding the Prince securely in his arms. Their son runs over to the cot and squeezes in between them.
Continued in part 2