Chapter 31
Thegroup of us made our way towards the mysterious room dedicated to Hedone.A Nox damned sex room. I had no idea what to expect, but I assumed it was different from the brothel Cyrus owned, though I wasn’t sure how. Still, all dressed up in this outfit, I felt powerful and sexy as we walked the palace halls.
Our path took us past an open area that contained a lagoon. Columns lined the walls with vines and other flora wrapping around them, surrounding the sunken pool of sparkling blue water. A strange bird-like creature with teal green and purple feathers wandered about, and lounging on one of the beds surrounding the lagoon was a griffin. I identified it immediately by its lion head and eagle’s body. It lifted its head, shaking its mane as it called a greeting to Lilith, who went up to pet it.
Griffins were said to be wild and ferocious, but Lilith absentmindedly pet it like a house cat. She caught myincredulous look as she rejoined us, and the griffin put its head back down to resume its nap.
“He needs extra care than the others, so I’ve been letting him stay here until he’s fully healed mentally.” Lilith told me, and sympathy rose for the griffin. They may be ferocious, but it appeared even they weren’t immune to mental trauma.
I wanted to inquire about what had happened but was distracted by the women around me discussing the men who’d be attending and what they wanted to do with them. My cheeks flushed pink, making me immensely grateful for the mask I was wearing.
It was black and silver lace with beautiful lines swirling all around it, giving it an elegant edge. The mask covered the area around my eyes and down to my nose and matched my lace dress wonderfully. The dress was also black, with just a hint of silver on the edges—black definitely seemed to be the color of choice for the after party. It was honestly barely a dress at all, as it ended at the very tops of my thighs. Thankfully, the lace was tightly knit in the skirt so it wouldn’t expose the areas barely covered by the equally lacy undergarments I was wearing.
The top of the dress, however, was a much looser knit, showing more skin than I was used to as it peeked out from the lace. The front dipped low, down to my navel, and the back had a matching dip that reached to just above my ass. My nipples were covered by a spell, of all things, one that held my breasts up and covered the area strategically. I had to hand it to these Fae, they were inventive!
My favorite part of the dress had to be the long bell sleeves, which stopped at my hand on top but underneath, draped down to the floor—it made me feel both sexy and elegant at the same time. The lace had celestial patterns, which I absolutely loved, and the only other adornment I wore was a necklace—one thatdipped low, a star falling just above where the v of the neckline met at my navel.
We came to a plum-colored double door engraved with runes in that language I couldn’t decipher.
“Dedications to Hedone.” Lady Alora smiled reassuringly at me as Ilta came up on my other side, linking our arms with an excited smile.
“You’re going to love this, trust me.” Ilta tossed her head as the doors opened, her blonde hair flying behind her like some goddess come to life.
I felt much like one myself right now, as every eye in the room turned to watch our entrance. The masks may cover part of our faces, but it seemed fairly obvious to me who was under them. Still, they did give one the strange confidence of being anonymous. My hips swayed as we walked in, my dark hair a contrast to Ilta’s light, but there was someone with even lighter hair I was keeping an eye out for.
That would have to wait, sadly. This was—something else. The room was dark and sensual, plum walls with black velvet in a damask pattern across them. Crystal chandeliers containing candles hung from the ceiling, the only light source in the room, leaving it in a dim, sultry light. Black velvet lounges were scattered throughout space—some round like an ottoman but large enough for two or more people to spread out on, and they certainly were.
Everywhere, people were engaged in all sorts of acts. Some were having sex out in the open, while others were on their knees, sucking someone off or eating someone out. Hands roved over sweaty bodies, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air, arousal permeating the space and mixing with the incense that was lit in every corner.
We stopped at a table holding glasses of red bubbling liquor that fizzed with small sparks. I inspected the glass in my handcuriously, and Aisling laughed, tipping the glass up towards my mouth.
“Drink it. It’s great for enhancing sexual experiences.” She assured me, and I raised a brow at her.
“It will make me—” I hesitated, but she was already shaking her head.
“No, it doesn’tmakeyou do anything.” She smiled slowly. “It just makes everything—more.” I looked suspiciously at the glass but finally shrugged, downing half the glass to dull my nerves.
“Have you never watched others fuck before?” The redhead smirked, her eyes scanning the room.
“I have.” I admitted, thinking back to that night at the brothel. “But it was—different. It wasn’t so many people, for one.”
“I imagine it must be intimidating.” Aisling chuckled. “Many humans aren’t used to the ways of the Fae when they arrive here, despite living among them. So many humans are stuck living half-lives because the Fae of other kingdoms treat them as other. They don’t get introduced to the ways of this world, instead they’re kept in the dark and hidden away.” She sighed heavily. “Calix is doing an amazing thing, you all deserve much more than the other kingdoms offer.”
“I never could have imagined half the things I’ve seen since arriving.” I agreed, nodding, but it was undercut by the giggle that slipped out, the drink already hitting me.
“Well, don’t waste it! Go take someone for a spin. I have to go grab my wayward husband before Kyler finds the wrong redhead.” Aisling rolled her eyes as my shoulders shook in laughter. “He needs to wait for me for that.” She winked before taking off to find said husband—and possibly another redhead to join them.
I noticed only then that everyone else had already disappeared. Ilta was likely with Baach somewhere, and I would bet Eryx went after Delia. Harpina—well, who knows what she may be doingin that leather get up she was wearing. Lilith I could still see, talking to someone across the room, but Lady Alora was long gone as well. Pris and Callisto had both begged off coming, and I desperately wished for them as I found myself alone—even Eris would have been nice, but she went straight to bed after the ball.
I steeled myself, taking a deep breath. I could handle this, no problem. I made my way through the room, wandering around tableaus of people engaged in all kinds of sexual acts. As I wandered, the music began playing a slow, sensual beat, a threesome I passed thrust perfectly in time to it. I twitched a brow—what skill it must take to coordinate.
I sipped my drink as I observed the two men fucking into the woman at perfect pace, feeling my body heat more and more the longer I was here. If the drink was supposed to help, I didn’t think it was needed. I remembered vividly what had happened in the brothel and being here just cinched it—watching any kind of sexual acts turned me on. Made me long for the feel of a thick length pounding into me, or Tartarus, I’d settle for a cock in my mouth right now—something,anything, to ease the ache building steadily in me.
A few men eyed me as I passed, inviting and sensual, but I didn’t want them. My desire was fixated on one person. I entered a corridor of sorts, except there were small rooms off it on each side, sheer black curtains pulled closed on some, but others were wide open, inviting people to look in. I kept walking with just a few peeks inside. This “sex room” dedicated to Hedone was no mere room, more of an underground orgywingthan anything else.
I wondered how often they had these parties, but I was distracted when I realized the room I had entered was filled with a bunch of contraptions hanging from the ceiling. I recognized Lady Alora immediately, who was strapped into one, squealing and moaning as her husband, Lord Kyler, pounded into her.Her breasts swaying as his hips moved at inhuman pace. My eyebrows practically flew off my face—I hadn’t expected to see sweet Lady Alora being pounded in public in some—was that a swing?
I tilted my head as I took it all in, pacing in a circle around the grouping of swings spread out around the room. A chorus of shouts and moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin filled the room over the beat of the music.Fuck. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my arousal leaking down the inside of my thigh.
