“We have somewhere to be,” says Rhydian sternly.
“Will there be food?” I need all the good stuff I can get.
He shakes his head. The movement sends his long pale hair dancing, and it catches the sunlight streaming through the large windows. He is a good-looking bastard. Probably because he has been eating fey food his entire life.
I grab an apple and shove it into my robes. He lifts an eyebrow but says nothing. He merely pulls a leash out and attaches it to my collar and leads me away.
Where the hell are we going now?
Of all the places I imagined he was taking me, an orgy was not even on the list. Okay, maybe it is not quite an orgy, but it is definitely something. There are several naked people in the middle of the room and the soft sounds they are making, mean even though I am staring firmly at my feet, I know exactly what is going on.
It is enough to thoroughly distract me from my new found prettiness. I can exalt in that later, when things are far calmer, and safer. Right now, I need to keep my wits about me.
This room is ridiculously ornate. There is little of Buckingham Palace left. It has been converted to full fey. Silks and gauzy material hang everywhere. The floor is covered with furs and littered with enormous brightly coloured cushions. Hookah pipes are dotted around and the air is hazy with sweet smelling smoke.
A dozen or so fey are scattered around the room. Some are sprawled languorously over cushions and furs, others are sitting upright with postures any yoga teacher would be envious of. Everyone looks elegant.
Rhydian drops cross legged onto a cushion and yanks on my leash to pull me down onto a cushion next to him. As I sit, my gaze flicks towards the middle of the room before I can stop myself. And now I am transfixed. I can’t look away.
There is a human in the centre of the room. Lying on a large deep brown fur. He is naked. All his perfect golden skin on display. His head is tilted back, sending his golden curls tumbling. His jaw is slack with pleasure, his eyes closed. Three fey are around him. Two lying next to him, gently toying with his nipples while staring at his face in glee. The third fey is lying on their stomach, between the human’s spread legs, two oiled fingers gliding slowly in and out of the human’s hole.
The human’s cock is swollen and hard, pressing against his stomach and weeping precum. The first human I have seen in an age and he is being publicly and thoroughly debauched. I really hope this doesn’t give Rhydian any ideas.
A quick glance around the room shows that the other fey are only idly interested in the show before them. Theyseem more interested in smoking and chatting to one another.
The human makes a soft, carnal noise. Almost a whimper. He looks completely blissed out. My cock is stirring. Either in response or empathy, I have no idea which one it is. All I know is that I am a million miles from my comfort zone. I have never been so uncomfortable and flustered in all my life. My body is squirming as if it thinks I can wriggle away from this awkward situation.
Rhydian tilts his head and looks down at me. “What is wrong with you? Have you never seen someone pleasured before?”
“No, I haven’t!” I snap.
Surprise flashes over his stupidly handsome face. “You are strange.”
“No I’m not!” I declare indignantly. “No human has! I mean, there is porn, but that is different. People watch it on screens, not in real life!” I trail off as my face heats. I’m babbling and not making any sense at all.
Rhydian stares at me as if I am some sort of disgusting yet fascinating bug. Maybe that’s exactly what I am to him. Because fey certainly don’t seem to think much of humans. Though, I have to say, the human in the middle of the room doesn’t seem to object to how the fey are treating him. Perhaps I should copy him and accept my role of bug.
My spiralling thoughts are distracted by two sets of feet coming over and settling on the cushions next to me and Rhydian.
I glance up and my lungs freeze. This person has wings. Frigging wings. Large white feathered ones. I’m barelyused to the sight of people with antlers. This is freaking me out.
Eventually, I look at the person the wings belong to. He is young, slender. Pale skinned. His shoulder length hair is dark and loose. His head is down and his shoulders are slumped.
Oh shit. Now I feel bad. I focused on his appearance and dismissed the fact that this is a sentient being.
A thin silver chain spools out from under his hair and is wrapped around the wrist of the fey sitting next to him. Is that a leash? I can’t see through his hair, but is he wearing a collar? Does this mean he is a pet like me?
Rhydian sighs, “Really Llywelyn, a tylwyth?”
I look at the pet owning fey and my eyes widen. It is another one of Rhydian’s brothers. The one with the golden hair and the aggressive expression.
He glowers at Rhydian. “Yes. It pleases me and 'tis not something you can deny me.”
I can practically taste the hostility in the air. Okay, this brother has beef with Rhydian. That is interesting. The other brothers seem fine. Does this one think he deserves more power? This could actually be useful. In the future, I could stir shit up and use the distraction to conceal my escape.
A delicious moan pours out from the centre of the room. The sound speaks directly to my cock and empties my mind of all thoughts. I watch utterly fixated as the human arches his back right off of the furs. He cries out again and then writhes in orgasm. His cock pulses and a fey holds a deep green cloth to the tip, catching the spillage. Fingers continue to glide teasingly slow, in and out of him,and the human continues to shudder and cry out as his orgasm rolls on and on.
The fey tormenting him grin at each other in smug delight. Eventually, the human collapses bonelessly against the furs. Still twitching and gasping for breath.
