Dark Empathy by Archibald Bradford (best books to read for women .txt) 📗

talk really wasn’t her thing, but she was too far gone to care.

Her whole body seized up and her breathing halted as her insides clamped down on the pistoning fingers inside her.

“There it is, good girl.” Carol cooed softly.

Her demeanor shifted completely as Rebecca cried out with an explosive release of air, her body convulsing as her partner did everything she could to enhance, and prolong, her orgasm.

It was ecstasy, in every sense of the word.

Fireworks exploded behind the Lapine’s eyes as the moment spread out to touch eternity.

Nothing lasts forever though, and so, with one last wheezing gasp, she slumped to the floor, Carol’s fingers finally stilling inside her.

Several long breaths of silence spread between them, during which the mature woman gently removed her fingers, before laying down beside the spent rabbit.

Without really thinking about it, Rebecca turned on her side and threw one arm over her, though the other woman stiffened up oddly at the sudden embrace.

“That was... intense.” The Lapine finally whispered.

Carol didn’t acknowledge her words at first, instead staring at the ceiling while shaking out her fingers.

Finally she shrugged off the bunny’s arm and sat up, looking down at her with a slight smirk.

“I’m hungry, you have anything to eat around here?”

Chapter 12:Hopeless

In the underground darkness of their hidden lair, Evadne heard Jonathan’s footsteps as he came back from his task.

“It’s done.” Jonathan said tiredly.

She perked up at his words; he’d taken far less time than she imagined, some good news at last.

“How many?”

He sat down on one of the chairs by the central table, morose from his latest misdeeds.

“Does it matter? They’ll do as they’re told, same as the rest.”

Evadne almost hissed at him, but she felt the guilt within him, the guilt he always felt.

It wasn’t an easy thing for an Empath to force a monster girl to become a Tenebrae.

With some effort she sat up in bed, her multitudinous injuries screaming at her that movement was a bad idea.

“It brings us that much closer to finally finishing with all of this, I’m proud of you.”

Her words were hollow and he didn’t answer, his head in his hands, the convoluted knot of emotions within him stubbornly refusing to give way to the same rationalizations that had always worked before.

“What are we doing Eve? What are we doing to these poor girls?”

Her eyes narrowed as she felt his guilt winning the struggle within him.

“We’re saving them.” She said sternly.

“Are we?” He looked up, his eyes dull; “Or do they need saving from us? You-we’ve- killed so many to get here, so many of their loved ones, the other Empaths... all for our plan to fall apart just on the brink of success.”

Evadne had to stop herself from screaming at him in frustration; it wasn’t him that had been laid up in bed for weeks, desperately struggling not to die.

But she calmed herself quickly; exhausted as he was she knew he wouldn’t bother reading her emotions, but she had learned to tread carefully whenever he got into one of his moods.

He’d run away from her a number of times, long ago, when he first came into his gift and had learned that she was the one who had killed his parents.

Though they never discussed it openly, he fled from her and all of the darkness that she carried with her at every opportunity.

At the time she had less patience for his outbursts, she used force to subdue and restrain him, the demon inside her made her capable of ignoring her bond-mate’s orders.

But she had to change her tactics when she came back from hunting one day to find that he had opened both of his wrists in a bid to finally be free of her.

She had nursed him back to health, just as he was now trying to do for her, and she had opened up to him, if only partly. Because she knew she had to give him a goal, something to live for.

So she spun for him a fairy tale; one of monster girls oppressed, and of a corrupt organization secretly dedicated to the systematic enslavement of her kind.

She spoon-fed him this nonsense for years, with enough germs of truth in her lies for him to palate them as she inflated his ego with promises that he alone amongst the Empaths had the strength of will to do what was needed.

By the time he was ‘discovered’ by Sadie Essig and her blasted Dragon, he was very firmly indoctrinated into Evadne’s secret plan to save all monster girls everywhere, no matter the cost.

He never really was all that bright.

But now he had almost sunk all the way back into the same depths of despair she had felt the day he had tried to kill himself.

With no response from her, he rose to his feet, moving woodenly.

“I’ll make lunch.” He said lifelessly.

She felt his frustration, his own thwarted desires, and she was keenly reminded of his desperate hope to be her saviour, despite the fact that she didn’t need saving.

Normally she ignored it, her hateful desire for revenge far outweighing her desire to keep him stable. But she knew that the last several weeks of playing nursemaid had weakened his resolve to the breaking point, especially with what he had just done.

She needed to keep him invested.

“I am not hungry.” She hissed seductively, her tongue playing over her lips; “At least not for food.”

Hearing the heat in her tone, and feeling the dark hunger in her thoughts, he turned to see that she had shifted her legs over the edge of the bed and was leaning forwards so that he could see down her shift.

“Eve...” He breathed, rocked by the sudden wave of desire at the