Narcissa's pov
I was just coming down from an earth shattering orgasm when the door to the mistress's quarters flew open.
Minerva marched inside, not even batting an eye at the erotic scene before her.
“Mistress, a word” she bowed, not sparring me a single glance. Not that I cared what she thought about me, she wanted me dead and for as long as I was useful to the mistress, she couldn't touch me.
“Oh speak already Minerva, I don't have all day” my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs.
“The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed.
“Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’.
“Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.
“I don't like being wrong” she continued, sinking her teeth into the tender skin. I bit my tongue and threw my head back, fighting to keep the scream that was threatening to blow the roof off of this place down.
I couldn't scream, my mistress hated it, I had to swallow it, I can't scream!
I moaned, tears running down the sides of my face as her teeth broke the skin.
I swear my vision turned red for a moment, the pain radiating through me blinding, making me throw my head from side to side to keep from screaming my guts out.
She finally let go, making my body tremble from the sudden relief. So bitter sweet.
She left the bed, walked back to her work station where she'd left her gown that barely covered anything.
Ignoring the garment, she looked around the table filled with viles, potions, blood, body parts and things I could not name.
She pulled out a small silver band and a thin gold chain out of her jewelry box and set them on the table.
“Minerva, prepare” she said, grabbing a couple of other things and mixing them up. Minerva bowed and went to grab a few things around the room like she knew what to do without the mistress going into detail.
Did they plan this? Was it a fall back in case I messed up?
Among the things that Minerva was collecting, she had taken white chalk and was drawing a pentagram.
My heart went into overdrive and I swear my I felt sweat run down my face. What were they going to do to me? I'd seen the things they do when they draw that shit and it's never pretty.
She finished drawing my doom and then pulled a sword like dagger from her belt and slit her palm, whispering a spell as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and all I could see was white.
Shaking, my attention was brought back to the mistress when a gust of wind blew past me from her direction.
The two pieces of jewelry caught fire as she chanted a spell, the flames growing as the wind picked up and started blowing my hair all over the place.
She stopped chanting and when the flames died down, I saw the jewelry had changed colour. From their original silver and gold, both pieces were now black and had smoking coming off of the still hot metal.
She grabbed the jewelry like it wasn't burning her fingers and returned to me, making me gulp and scoot back a bit.
The spot that was still bleeding into sheets beneath me stung quite a bit, making me stop and groan.
“Come” she commanded, now standing at the foot of the bed and my body just moved, so used to obeying the elder witch without question.
I winced with every movement, keeping my legs spread to keep the pain at a minimum.
I struggled quite a bit to stand but once I finally stood before her, she took my hand slid the hot black metal on, making me wince but I kept my hand still. Goddess knows she'd stab me or something if I dared pull my hand away.
She then closed the necklace around my neck, the heat causing me immediately irritation.
“This will put a silencer spell on any room you enter, and it will protect you so they won't kill you. The ring will bring you back to me and will help Minerva take you where you need to be, just tap it three times to come back here” she said, sending me towards Minerva with a head gesture.
I gulped and took slow steps towards the menacing witch that hated my guts. My slowed movements were a mixture of the pain I was feeling and fear, fear of whatever it was they wanted me to do.
“Kill the rat, find the princess and establish a link. Should be easy enough, even for a mutt like you” she smirked as she insulted me, degrading me.
She handed me the dagger she'd used to cut herself and my dress, reminding me of my nudity.
I took both and put the dagger down as I pulled on my dress, grateful for the lack of underwear. Would have hurt to slide it over the bite.
I took the dagger and stood up straight, my legs slightly apart as I didn't want to put too much pressure on my wound.
It was moments like these when I wished they hadn't bound my Lycan, she would have already healed me but what fun is causing someone pain if they're just gonna heal and not suffer until the wound heals on its own?
“Into the circle” Minerva said, the smirk still adorning her pretty face, like it did when she was given the chance to torture me.
I always wondered how someone with such childish beauty could be so cold hearted and bitter.
Limping my way into the circle, I wondered how I was supposed to get the job done when I could barely walk.
Hesitantly stepping inside, I immediately felt a zap of electrical energy rush through me, causing a painfully sweet burning on my skin.
Was Minerva trying to get me aroused?
“And pet, don't mess up again” my mistress said, her cold smile making me shiver and shrink a little. Why was this woman so terrifying?
I felt more shocks run through me as Minerva chanted a spell and her smirk started making sense when the energy started to hurt.
It felt like my skin was on fire and just when I couldn't hold the scream in, it all stopped. It felt like I was sucked into a vortex and spit out a few seconds later.
My head was pounding and it felt like I was breathing fire.
A loud ringing muffled my hearing as I struggled to get on my feet, blinking my eyes to try and clear the blur in my vision.
Fuuuuuuuck!!! When I get my hands on Minerva, she's dead!
It took me a good five minutes to see clearly, and looking around, I noticed I was in a dungeon.
“Narcissa?” I heard faintly through the ringing and I turned my head around until I saw a woman chained to the wall.
“Rebecca!” I groaned, forcing my feet to stand. I shook my head and fought the rising nausea, using the steel bars of the cage to keep myself standing.
In all this pain, my hand had held onto the blade tightly, stumbling forward, I plunged it into her chest.
“Narcissa” Rebecca whispered while I slumped over her, her chains holding us both up.
“My son, please” were her last words before she drew her last breath. Pushing myself off of her, I fell to the floor, heaving as the pain in my body slowly subsided.
Once my body started feeling like my own again, I scooted towards her corpse and pulled the dagger out.
I cut her skirt and made a bandage for my thigh, this way I could walk easier. I got up to test my theory and I was right, it didn't hurt as much anymore.
“Now how the hell am I supposed to find the princess?” I whispered to myself and instantly felt heat emanating from the ring and before I could pull it off, I got sucked into the vortex again, throwing me out seconds later.
I fell on something soft but that did nothing to ease the pain my body was forced to endure.
Blinking my eyes rapidly to clear my vision, I realised I was in a familiar room, one I'd seen the inside of too many times to not recognise it, blurred vision and all.
A flood of memories hit suddenly and quickly, stabbing painfully at my heart. “How I wish things had turned out differently” the whisper fell from my lips as I got up and moved around the office, ignoring the pain in my body.
I noticed all the subtle changes that had been made but it was mostly unchanged.
“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?!” A growl came from behind and I turned to find the King and… my oh my!
“Lylla took ‘lets make men in our image a little too seriously” I chuckled, turning to face them fully, leaning against the bookshelf behind me so I don't fall.
“Damien! It's Narcissa!” The princess gasped, recognition shining in her purple eyes. Wonder how she knows me…
The King didn't waste time, his Lycan pushed forward and his pretty brown eyes glowed, his fangs and claws elongating with the intention of sinking into me.
He rushed towards me but was thrown back by an invisible barrier moments before his hands wrapped around my neck.
“Whoa! That was close” I laughed when he hit the door hard, closing it in the process.
“What the fuck?!” He growled, all confused while I allowed myself to calm down, that was a little too close. I was just happy the spell on the necklace was working.
“Don't waste your energy sweety, this right here makes sure you can't touch me, like you just tried to do now” I smiled, showing off my necklace.
“What the hell do you want?!” It was the princess that growled this time, the air in the office dropping to the negatives in just seconds.
Looks she doesn't just look like her mother, she has her powers too.
“Calm down popsicle, I come in peace” I said, making direct eye contact with her, hoping she'd do the same but she didn't.
Rolling her eyes, she looked round the office, maybe trying to see if anything was out of place.
“Came to leave your notes yourself?” She snarled, showing me how close we were to breaking through her mental block.
“No no, on the contrary, I came to eliminate the failure of a spy” I rolled my eyes.
“Should have gotten a professional” I said, swinging the bloody blade around.
I noticed frost forming on the tips of her fingers, Lylla's hands always did that when she was getting ready to fight.
Either she wanted to take a shot at me or she just realised I had a weapon.
“You killed her?” She asked, frowning a little as she took the rest of me in.
“How else do you handle people that can't do something as simple as leave a note?” I scoffed, shaking my head.
“What?” Her eyes widened for a split second before she caught herself and frowned.
“What? She had it coming” I shrugged, noticing how the Alpha had placed himself slightly in front of the princess.
“What did you do with her son?” The King asked, his voice so low I knew his Lycan was on the surface.
“Killed him the day we took him, he was weak too, like his mother. Didn't survive the turn” I said, a little pissed at my poor choice of henchmen.
“You crazy bitch! You said you'd return him if she did what you wanted!” The princess growled, stepping out from behind her mate, who didn't seem to like the action.
“I lied, there, I said it. It's her fault for believing me really, how naive do you have to be.. right?” I said, genuinely frowning at how stupid she was to trust me.
“What the fuck do you want?!” The King asked, his voice a lot lower now. Looks like the Alpha is about to blow…