What was it about Fyre that just made men's blood boil?
That she was beautiful was a fact - but he had seen many beautiful women who were more than willing to spread their legs for him.
Fyre was one that people fantasized about but would not dare touch, let alone show any lust on their faces. Those who did, were immediately iced.
By Ice.
Despite knowing that, some just couldn't help it - just like how he was feeling right now. If he felt he was at Death's door before, right now, he felt like he was hanging by a thin thread above Hell itself.
Then, her soft hand touched him.
He nearly lost it there and then.
"Here, my son," Fyre was saying, her sweet breath flitting across his face, "This is the best place. It's not too high, fleshy, and would cause a lot of pain."
She turned, her breasts brushing against his arm and he could swear he felt the hard nub of her n*pples as well.
He hardly could hear her saying, "He has to learn how much force to use to bite through. Take out chunks of flesh, if possible. He's too young to kill, but not too young to learn how to bite."
"Mother," piped the boy, "Is it a good idea to have him like the taste of human meat?"
Fyre laughed, while Ice snorted.
"Cinder," Ice said, "This is why it's important for him to know the taste of human meat. So that he avoids it as a source of food. He is to learn that he has to kill, not eat."
"Kill but not eat?" Cinder said dubiously, "But the point of the hunt is to eat what you kill."
"Yes, but human meat is not healthy," Ice told him, "There's so much disease and unknown stuff in them. So part of today's lesson is not only to teach him where to bite, but also to know that the stuff is nasty. It's an enemy to vanquish but not the spoils of a hunt."
Cinder thought about it and felt what his father said was right.
"In tribes where cannibalism is practiced, they tend to be very sickly because they are eating such diseased meat. People like Raul here," Ice said, coming close and hitting the spot Fyre had touched, "has so much filth in them. Drugs, smoking, and perhaps even STDs are just the tip of the iceberg."
Raul grunted at the force of the hit Ice had given him, but still could not react.
He was already in a cold sweat, listening to them talking about having that black dog tear at him like some game. He was only half believing what they were saying, thinking that it was more of a scare tactic to make him talk.
Half, because they were discussing it very seriously.
"STDs?" Cinder asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in puzzlement.
"Sexually transmitted diseases," Ice explained, "Which basically means a type of disease that you'd get if you use this-"
With that, Ice placed his hand on Raul's crotch and continued, "without the proper protection."
"Protection? Just to pee?" Cinder asked again, feeling utterly confused.
Ice smirked and Fyre placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "When you're older, you'll be using that for more things than just peeing."
Cinder turned to look at his mother, disbelief on his face, "Really? It does more than just pee?"
The smile on Ice's face got bigger as he replied, "Oh yes indeed. I shall tell you about the wonderful things it can do when you're older. One of the things it does is it actually can get harder, and looks bigger."
Cinder gave his father an 'I don't believe you' look which Ice ignored.
"Your mother is right to say that this is a good spot," Ice said, letting go of Raul's crotch and patted the area Fyre had touched, saying, "Though people would normally think this would be."
"But it's not, because it's also the area that men instinctively would protect," Ice said, "But for now, he can't move so he's a sitting duck."
With that, Ice grabbed a hold of Raul's crotch firmly. Feeling the hardened cock, Ice's lips went into a thin line and in one swift motion, he twisted it and broke it. Causing Raul such intense pain that he howled and nearly blacking out.
"Oh, no no no," Ice said softly in his ear, tapping him in some other spot and making his head clear, "No fainting on me now. I haven't even begun to teach my son."
Cinder, seeing what his father had done, winced while Fyre rolled her eyes.
"What?" Ice said, blinking his eyes innocently, "It's not like he's going to be using it anymore."
"It's not like he can stop the reaction," Fyre pointed out.
"And your point is?" Ice replied, still looking nonplussed as he patted the broken dick. The last time he had done this, it was towards a boy who had tried to r*pe his sister. It was slightly harder to do so this time as he wasn't holding the cock directly to be able to have a firm grasp on it; but that didn't really matter.
It just took more force and pain, that's all.
Raul was still howling in pain and Ice rolled his eyes.
"This is seriously more work than needed," he mumbled as he tapped more acupuncture points.
The noise stopped abruptly, though the mouth was still open.
"Since this is your first lesson," Ice said as he turned to face his son, "What you need to focus on is to get your Hellhound to attack a human being. He needs to learn how to attack and when."
Ice walked over and crouched down to pat Max on the head, causing the latter to tilt his head quizzingly at him.
Max wondered why this strange pack member was patting him on the head. It wasn't that he disliked it, but he wasn't really keen on it either. It was a good thing to get along with all pack members, so he allowed the head pat.
"Who's a good boy now?" Ice grinned.
Stopping the patting, he looked at the frozen stiff Raul then at his son.
Ice deliberately did not get up so as to give his son the central position. Max had to learn that when they went out, he should only be listening to Cinder. Yet, at the same time, not get confused when Cinder seemed to be obeying his words.
Ice wasn't here to give the impression that he would be fighting for the Alpha position. So Cinder can't be deferring to him, but be seen as to be working together with him.
A delicate balance as the last thing Ice wanted was to have his own son start getting big-headed and think that his actions of 'stepping down' as a means of him to challenge his authority as the father.
Mutual respect is needed, but as Cinder was still young, it means that there are things he would not be allowed to do and still needed direction. Ice wanted to give Cinder the confidence to take charge but not to be too arrogant that he disregards authority.
"So?" Ice said to Cinder, looking at him while still crouching.
"How long can he last?" Cinder asked.
Ice smiled, "It depends on how much damage you do. I estimate … maybe three or four attacks as your Hellhound is still learning. May not be able to gauge properly."
Cinder nodded and patted his thigh.
Max trotted over obediently, and Ice stood up. Naturally, Fyre came over and placed an arm around his waist. They were behind the boy-and-wolf pair, letting them take the stage.
Ice leaned over and started kissing Fyre's neck.
The light orchid smell permeated his nose and he gave a slight snort as he licked and gave her a small bite on the tender flesh. In response, Fyre's hand slid down to cup Ice's buttocks, squeezing it.
"I didn't think the scent would be that lethal," Ice whispered against Fyre's ear.
Fyre gave a small laugh, saying, "Well, it certainly was the expected reaction for normal people. You're the one who has become immune to such poisons."
Fyre had sprayed some special perfume, which would, essentially, s*xually excites a man. His brain, upon receiving the smell, would give signals to the penis to relax it and let the blood flow in.
In short, the smell caused the erection.
"If I didn't know you any better, I could get miffed that you had no reaction," Fyre said softly, causing Ice to laugh a bit.
They watched as their son began the groundwork with his pet, giving him instructions on what to do.
"Cinder isn't affected?" Ice asked.
Fyre shook her head, "I told you it would be fine, right? Exposing him to this at his age would not cause any reaction but instead, help him build his immunity to it. Far better than you dosing your own kids with poison in their meals."
"Hey, I know the exact dosage," Ice protested, watching their son with interest, "It's much slower, of course, since the dosage is so small but small price to pay as long as they get the immunity without the pain."
"Ssssh," Fyre said to him, putting her finger on his lips, "Our son is about to begin. Pay attention."
Ice smiled, taking her finger into his mouth and twirling his tongue on it. Fyre bit her bottom lips to stop herself from making any sound as both of them watched their son intently.
Raul, who could see the couple openly flirting behind their son's back, felt the visuals were so contrasting. The couple was looking languid and relaxed while their son.
Well, their son was looking at him excitedly while the black dog looked like it could hardly wait to sink his teeth in him.
Raul gulped, knowing the pain that he was feeling right now was going to be intensified.