A man in a bowtie and top hat rushes up to the empty podium, looking drenched in sweat. He takes out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and mops up his face with the bright pink cloth.
“Welcome, newcomers. Sorry for my tardiness. Do not fret, confusion is expected. I am Kanto, your welcome coordinator. You’ve arrived in Elysia, which is in the Underworld. I know being recently departed can be a lot to cope with, so please take a pamphlet that shows you what you can expect. It comes with a map of the Underworld and shows you what areas are off limits. As you can see, not everyone lands in the same level due to their choices made throughout their lives, so if you’re looking for a relative or loved one, you’ll need to register your request with the magistrate. Now, we’ll be heading over to your temporary residence where you’ll be given a meal and change of clothes if you wish.” A pamphlet is thrust into my hands as he walks around the group leaving the podium, and I open it, scanning the words and pictures until I find on the last page, a map detailing all the layers of Hell. Bingo.
“Everyone! Follow me.” He holds up a “Welcome to the Underworld” banner with a red background and bold black lettering. Weaving through the crowd and dodging being run over by an ornate carriage, we finally stop in front of an inn.
“This place looks like The Prancing Pony was plucked out ofLord of the Ringsand dropped in the middle of town.” I whisper to Skye. Her blue eyes crinkle at the corners, but the smile doesn’t light up her whole face. I can tell she’s processing all of this, and I hope we’ll be able to talk soon once we’re inside and settled.
“Now, you nine are a surprise edition. I didn’t have you on my roster, so you’ll have to make do with sharing. There are only two rooms available so divide that how you see fit.” Kanto says handing over two wrought iron keys. I take one and Skye takes the other.
The guys shuffle in through the doors behind us, as we take in the modest space. The first floor is a restaurant with live music, a dance floor, and a bar. It makes me miss Diablos, and I long to sing with Walker again once this is all over… if we make it that is. We have to make it. My heart squeezes at the thought of getting caught and used. Persephone made it clear that she doesn’t like me, and I’m guessing the only reason she didn’t kill me is because she needs my blood to get what she wants.
“Meals and drinks are provided and there’s a change of clothes in your rooms. Bathrooms are on the third floor. Enjoy your stay, and welcome to Elysia.” Kanto says with a bow before heading out the door, sign swaying in the breeze.
“Hello, dearies. I’m Edna. I’m the manager of the Kumquat Inn, please make yourselves at home.” I hear Pierce stifle a snicker at hearing the inn’s name. He mouths “Kumquat” at me, and I have to fold my lips into my mouth to keep from giggling.
“You’re in rooms 4 and 5, right next to each other. Your hound is welcome to stay in the stables, we’ll take good care of him there. Oh dear, you poor man having to walk around without shoes.” She addresses Sloan, who’s ears turn bright pink at the attention. “Go on and get upstairs and get cleaned up and I’ll have a pot of stew ready for you when you’re done. What’s the hound’s name?”
“It’s Satan.”
“Oh. Right. Okay. Come with me, Satan. Let’s get you settled in as well.”
* * *
The waterin the shower feels heavenly. I soak longer than I should, feeling my fingers turn into wrinkled prunes. I’d asked Hecate why this place had modern convienances while the castle was still stuck in the Middle Ages, and she explained that Hades despises change, feeling comfortable in the way things are. While the castle could be charming, I’m grateful for something familiar. The warm water is a welcome luxury I’d found myself missing.
I hear the door to the bathroom squeak open, the rusty hinges desperately in need of replacing.
Before I have time to wonder who the hell it could be, Walker’s hand is ripping back the shower curtain and revealing my naked wet body to him.
“You ass!” I squeal, as he steps in, blocking the water with his body. I watch as fat rivulets slide down his scarred and tattooed body. “I thought you were a murderer coming to go all Norman Bates on me.”
“I’m not really into dressing up like my dead mother, so you’re safe.” He gives me a wolfish grin. My eyes drop between us, and I notice how hard he’s getting as he stares at me unabashedly.
“Like what you see?” I tease, gripping my wet breasts in my hands. My body is still coated in suds from the lavender scented soap. He lets out a grunt as his cock twitches. Leaning his head back in the water, he closes his eyes and lets the shower rain down on him, drenching his hair and face before he tilts back up. Drops of water cling to his eyelashes as he blinks them away before rubbing his hands down his face.
“You know I fuckinglovewhat I see.” He cages me with his body, pushing me up against the tile wall. “Do you feel how much I love it? Love you?” He slides his hard length between my thighs. I open for him as he grips my ass in his hands. Water sprays down on us as he enters me in one thrust. I gasp, adjusting to his length.
“Fuck, I missed this.” He says, face buried at the crook of my neck. “You’re such a good girl for me, wildcat. I need to fill you up with my cum, because I know you’ll take every last drop.” He slams his hips into me, the bones digging against my flesh with each thrust.
He drops me suddenly. My feet slipping on the wet tile. “What…”
“Turn around. I want to see that beautiful ass of yours.”
I do as he says, placing my hands of the wall for support while I arch my back. He knocks tip of his cock against my entrance. His hand comes down fast, smacking my ass with all his might. It pushes me further into the wall before he shoves himself inside of me. “I’m going to spank this ass raw. Tell me to stop if it gets too much for you, baby.”
I nod my head, letting myself give into him. Into the combination of pain and pleasure that he elicits from me. It’s our game we play together, tip toeing the edge of agony with our arousal.
He smacks me again, and I feel myself clench around his length with the stinging pain that rips through my body. I crave it. I need it. I need him to help me forget just for a moment. I need him to show me that I can feel something other than this dread that’s been following me around since we arrived.
Walker peppers his thrusts with a smack on each side of my ass, bringing me closer to my climax. He starts to lose control, going faster and harder, making my breasts sway heavily from how furiously he’s fucking me. It’s desperate and quick, but it hits where I need it most. The water turns cold against our skin, making goosebumps break out against my flesh. Walker licks the water droplets from my skin, starting at the base of my neck and stopping at my ear.
“You taste so fucking good, wildcat.”
I shudder, feeling his warm breath tickle across my skin. His gravely voice makes my knees weak. I can barely hold myself up, my arms shaking with the effort.
“I need you to cum for me, dirty girl. Come all over this cock and show me how much you love me fucking your pussy.”
His words send me over the edge, and my hands slip. He catches me by my wet hair and holds me in place as he slams into me from behind over and over again, chasing his own release.
