Sometime later
I wake up to sobs.
Fuck, a newbie. Why does Rat always put them in the empty bed next to me?
My pillow doesn't muffle out their sobs. If anything, it seems to become needier. Their emotions tackle me and grind me into the ground.
I hate being a fucking empath. It's why I like being high or drunk. Shuts the fucking stadium in my mind up for a while.
I'm cold stone sober and this pussy is nailing my blinding headache in all the wrong ways.
I could ignore them. I should ignore them. Fuck. I'm a gods damned pussy.
I sigh and stand up, making my way over to the bed next to mine. The human has beautiful long black hair, I can't tell if it's male or female. I sit on the bed lightly, touching their shoulder. 'You need to stop. Rat doesn't like tears.'
So yea, I've quickly become the mama of my floor, and Rat knows it.
The human stills, sniffling but makes a valiant effort to stop making noise. His body shudders though, gods his body is toned. I try to dismiss my raging hormones and focus on him. 'When did you arrive?'
Slowly, he unfolds from the foetal position and shifts so he can look at me from over his shoulder. We both become still as our eyes meet. 'All that is holy in the magical realm of the gods! Ruun?'
Did it really happen?
Before I know it, this gorgeous man has buried himself into my arms, clinging tightly to me. I melt around him, shifting so I can lie behind him on the small bed, spooning him from behind. I flood him with energy, sparing his body all I can for this one would never rat me out.
He visibly shudders and begins to relax, maybe from my energy boost, maybe from my presence. He breathes in, using the sheets to wipe his face. 'I want my partner, I want to go home.'
His words stab a knife into my heart, I know he doesn't mean me.
I still, I lean back and look at him carefully. He's toned and perfectly groomed, his eyebrows plucked immaculately, nails manicured beautifully and painted with real nail polish a soft pink. He wears no jewellery currently but his lobes have the impression of studs recently removed, his fingers have deep depressions of rings no longer there. It's a smart move, bodyguards like Gud will steal anything of value we have; toys are possessions, we don't have them. But it's the happiness hiding in his eyes that steals my breath away.
Before he knows it, I roll out of bed, pulling his hand with me. We run to the smaller bathroom, I shut the door and lean on it, barricading us inside; the only space that isn't monitored. Rat doesn't care who we do up here, so long as we perform while at an event.
I reach up and run my hands through his hair, drinking his face in. Gods he looks so stunning. 'You aren't a servant.' He was so free at that party, he was definitely a guest.
He looks worried, nodding quietly. 'I've been sent here for a week. Sea made a mistake, so I'm the one who gets the punishment.' He wilts into my waiting arms, I stroke his smooth bare back to sooth him.
Who chooses to call themself Sea? Even if it's a nickname, it's stupid, and the well cared for condition of Ruun means his partner must be fae.
'You're on loan for the week from another sector. That is your truth. You do not belong to any being, you have no partner.' I lean back, cupping his sculpted cheeks in my hands, 'Do you understand?'
His eyes widen, but he nods silently. 'On loan, another district but I can't say where. Just not Court City.' He was always a quick study.
'If we'd met at a cityside party,' he whispers. 'I would have decked you instead.'
His words cut to the bone, my will bleeds out until I'm nothing.
It happened.
And it meant nothing to him.
~*~
Rockin' and Reelin'
It's been almost two years since our disastrous break up, but in this cramped bathroom, it feels like yesterday. The situation strips away any petty grievances from another Realm. Slowly, he disentangles himself, blowing his nose into toilet paper.
He helps me shower, then we head down for breakfast in silence.
Rat taps our shoulders after breakfast, gesturing for us to follow. 'Let's see you two work together. Can you do one of your citified dances?'
I lock gazes with Ruun. He smiles softly. 'Tempter? Dibs on succubus.'
I smile, feeling hollow. The music plays from Rat's phone.
I pose with my wings aloft. Ruun shimmies around me, his sultry moves possessing me. He teases with the beat of the traditional demon music. I frame his sexy moves with my wings, the quiet incubus highlighting her tempting ways. We come close, never touching, dangerously close pauses build the mounting desire.
The music cuts off, leaving us breathless.
Rat stares at us. 'You have history.'
I nod. 'We were lovers and dance partners.'
Rat tilts his head, studying me. He nods. 'Truth. Good. What's his range?'
I bristle, feeling territorial. 'Let me attend his assignments, show him the ropes. If you permit, Sir.'
Rat just stares at me blankly.
I never make requests.
His grin widens uncomfortably. 'I have an idea. A choreography I've never had performed. It'll make this house rich.'
Seven days later, we're oiled up, barely clothed--my chainmail top and a hint of skirt, Ruun's in similar attire. His tongue teases me, but we barely move in the awkward pose.
We're erotic art for the party. Tonight's Ruun's last night with me.
Robed fae stand around chatting. One hands me his glass to hold, fondles my boob, pokes Ruun in the balls. My soul-bound weapon calls to me, begging to slice a few limbs off.
Ruun dances his tongue over my clit, and I fight to remain still. My wings quiver with hormone rage. Gods, with him around, I'm always horny.
Finally, our host taps my shoulder. 'Get into position.'
We race to the centre of the half-ring of seats and pose. We're exactly the same height.
The gritty music hits, and my body moves on instinct. I grab him, kissing hard, lost in the heat of his wicked tongue.
I drop to my knees, and tease his stiff shaft out. To the beat, he screws my face mercilessly, pumping his shaft deeper with each drive. His eyes twinkle--he enjoys this first position, in control.
I've got talent. I switch between swallows and gags, teasing him toward an early finish.
He drives himself deeper with each thrust until his balls tap my chin. My wings wave with each thrust to emphasise his movement.
As the music shifts, I arch back over my right foot. My left lifts as Ruun kneels.
My wings flare wide for balance as I hook my left leg around his neck. He buries his face between my thighs, tongue flicking my clit for all to see.
I groan, riding out my thirty seconds of control.
As the chorus hits, he rises with my leg still hooked around him. By the second bar, I'm bend backwards, hands brushing the floor--his cock drives deep, slick from foreplay, my body soaked with the thrill of being fucked for all to see.
He pulls out, letting the audience admire his slick shaft before slamming back into my hips. He thrusts to the beat, and I match him, rocking in perfect sync, chasing the edge.
And the beat grinds on, the act lingers. The audience leans in, mouths parted, hungry. Their growing lust mirrors mine. Bets exchange hands.
The bass deepens in a thrash pulse. I twist low, hips raised high.
Ruun grabs my hips, slipping his dick until he's balls deep. My wings flare wide and my body hums as I meet Ruun's thrusts, lost in the intensity of the connection.
The audience lean forward, some pump their fists, as cheers and encouragements fill the air. They get caught up in the drama.
I taste Ruun's energy intensifying as he nears the end. He has no shame--this isn't our first time performing for others. We both have history.
He continues to ream me until the end of the song. Then, he pulls out as I draw energy from him, pushing him over the edge on the perfect high note.
He reaches his peak all over my back, and I feel the rush of energy hit as the final drumbeat echoes. I drop to my knees, feigning defeat, my wings folding in as I embody the weight of the moment--shame and surrender. The human slayed the demon with his sword. Full pun intended. Rat has a peculiar sense of humour.
Ruun grins, turning to the audience. 'She's warmed up. Who's next?'
The host bows to the guest of honour. 'You're first, if you wish, Councillor.'
~*~
Darkness, my favourite
A three-feet tall dark fae struts forward, standing over me as he licks his lips. 'Where's her leash? I want her tied down.'
Not in my contract, and definitely not in a group setting.
I meet his gaze, openly challenging him. 'I don't bite... unless that's your thing.'
His grey irises glow momentarily as a mask of fury sweeps over him. Desire crashes over my senses, and shame--his emotions. Oh, that got a response alright. Grey Eye's into pain?
Ruun runs over, holding my leash in his hand. Urging me silently. I hold my hand up without moving away from Grey Eyes's gaze.
Grey Eyes leans in. 'Do you know who you're talking to, Toy?' His eyes twitch.
I've had enough of sub-hip high attitudes trying to dominate me.
I snarl, baring my lips. 'I have a contract. You will follow my Taboo list, or we're going home.' It's that simple.
There are rules I obey. But a contract goes both ways between a dom and sub. The dom has order, too.
Silence strangles the moment. Everyone waits with bated breath.
Did I mention fae are suckers for drama?
He stares at me, expression schooled. But inside? He's so gods-damned turned on by my defiance, it's not funny. I mean we're talking raging lust--a real desire to give in.
But he can't back down in front of his crownies. That is what's got him so horny.
I lick my lower lip slowly, I can almost taste his jizz on the tip of my tongue. I think I want him just as badly.
Grey Eyes looks away first. I've won.
But he gestures at Ruun, then at a rack. Hands tackle him down to an awkward piece of furniture, strapping him down until he can't move.
I stand up and walk sedately to check Ruun's restraints, that nothing is too tight or might harm him. I lean in and whisper to him, 'You did good. We're going to be popular.'
He winks my way. He's okay.
