Nero pushes open a set of double doors and guides us into a large room. Chairs and sofas take up the middle, a large desk occupies a corner, and a bed and open washroom comprise the rest of the space.
“Kiffin and Enay will be with you shortly. Is thereanythingI can do for you until then?” Nero asks suggestively, his gaze flicking between the Scorpions before once again landing on me.
Bemusement flashes in his eyes while he catalogs me in a skilled way that makes it look as though he’s interested when really he’s counting daggers and evaluating just how dangerous I might be.
“Very,” I tell him, not answering his spoken question but the one floating in his silent perusal.
The suggestive smile that slinks across Nero’s face makes me realize that this fact serves more as an enticement than a deterrent. He reaches down and strokes himself once, his decadent and depraved brown eyes never leaving mine.
“Would you make it hurt so good, Slayer?” he purrs at me.
His length hardens in his hand as he arches an eyebrow in both challenge and invitation. It’s all I can do not to gawk at how large he’s getting.
“Because I know I can,” Nero promises wickedly, running his palm down a shaft that’s easily three times longer and thicker than it was before.
The male has dick thura, no question.
“Out!” Scorpius barks, and now it’s Nero’s grin that grows even wider. “Now!” he commands once more, and Nero offers him a conciliatory half bow.
“Come play, Slayer,” Nero urges as he starts to back up toward the double doors. “Let me unwind that tight coil of need at your center. Your Order can watch if you’d like,” he taunts, finally looking away from me and back to the others. “I don’t mind showing them how it’s done.”
A cacophony of snarls fills the room just as Nero backs out all of the way and shuts the doors behind him. I can make out a low chuckle from the other side of the wood barriers before the fae with an obvious death wish moves on.
“Fucking prick,” Bones grumbles, staring at the doors as though he’s debating whether it’s worth it to go chase Nero down.
“You okay?” Scorpius asks me, his black eyes filled with agitation.
I laugh. “If all it takes is some pierced enchanted dick to unsettle me, then we might have bigger problems than you think.”
“Nothing about that was enchanting,” Skull grunts.
I offer him my best smirk. “Agree to disagree,” I counter, and he glares at me.
Bones chuckles and plops down in the middle of a sofa, content to make himself right at home. I try not to think too hard about why he might be comfortable here as he throws his hands behind his head and stretches.
“What do you think the problem is?” Skull asks as he wanders over to the desk and takes in the things on display there.
“We’ll find out soon enough,” Scorpius states, moving closer to me as though he’s not sure if he wants me to sit or stay right where I am.
It dawns on me that I’m not the only one trying to figure out how I fit in the dynamic they’ve honed for so long now. I know they want me here, but it’s clear it’s going to take time to adjust for all of us. Scorpius looks me over as though he’s confirming for himself that I’m good. The pad of his thumb brushes down my bottom lip, and I’m taken aback. Maybe this place is affecting him too. As much as I like the small show of affection, I don’t know if it’s wise. He’s the one who said we need to be vigilant, and yet here he is seemingly more worried about me than what we’re here for.
I step back from him, and his brow furrows as his hand drops to his side. Before he can question me, the doors to the room fly open and my head snaps in that direction. A buxom and completely naked woman strides in dramatically, her face alight with welcome and her voice practically singing, “Scorpions!”
Her full tits bounce and her nipples tighten as she moves closer. Her crystal blue eyes and long black hair are the same as what I remember from the ludere. She either didn’t wear a glamour to the Bidding or she’s wearing the same one now.
“Kiffin,” Scorpius greets, stepping closer to her, and I get the sudden urge to step between them.
Whether it’s because I don’t wanthimnear her orhernear him, I can’t say.
When all they do is grip each other’s forearms in the formal way of the fae, I let loose a relieved breath. Only to instantaneously suck it back in, when Kiffin shoves her ample bosom in Bones’s face as she leans over to hug him on the sofa. It doesn’t help that the gesture gives me a clear view of the jewel-encrusted butt plug shining like a beacon between her very round ass cheeks.
Looking around at the opulence of this room and the Den in general, I think it’s safe to say that whatever the orange jewel is that’s decorating the depths of her derriere, it’s more than likely real. Which means the tool she uses to stretch her ass for pleasure probably costs more than I did at the ludere.
Great, just great. If I didn’t want to stab her before, I sure as fuck do now.
Kiffin pulls Skull in for a quick hug, and then ignoring me altogether, she bounces toward the washroom.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to finish up with Count Gerrin and Count Zhao, and neither one of them are happy until they’ve come at least three times in every hole and then licked it all up,” Kiffin announces casually as she steps into a tiled area in the corner and pulls a lever.
