“You honestly feel no attraction for me?” He asked with indignant shock.
“You're very pretty.” I shrugged. “Are you going to get in now or am I swimming alone?”
Narcissus scowled and tromped into the water. He swam over to me and pulled me against his body. His dick nudged my belly, and I tried to straighten my arms to push him away. He held me tightly; searching my face.
“Impossible!” He hissed.
“I don't want you, Narcissus,” I said evenly. “Get over it, and let me go.”
Narcissus shoved me away angrily but only far enough to separate us. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the lake; water sluicing from our bodies in an angry surge.
“I don't feel like swimming anymore,” he huffed.
I sighed in relief but it was short-lived. Narcissus kept walking past his discarded clothing, and he didn't provide me with another dress either.
“Are you going to give me some clothes?” I asked as we strode through the main door.
Narcissus stopped and stared at me. He looked over my body with open desire before he met my eyes and saw nothing even close to interest there. He waved a hand angrily and clothes appeared on me; clothes in the loosest sense of the word.
I stared down in horror at the corset, silk panties, garter belt, stockings, and stiletto boots he'd given me. Chains and loops decorated the corset; shining brightly against the sin-black leather.
“Are you kidding me?” I growled.
A pair of leather pants appeared on Narcissus' body, and he smiled viciously. “I will discover what makes you wet, Vervain. I'm a god of water, after all; I'm good at making things wet.”
I rolled my eyes again. This was getting ridiculous.
“We shall go through every fetish I can think of until I get a reaction from you.” He started pulling me down the hallway again, but the corridor began to change.
The décor shifted darkly. The walls, ceiling, and floor turned a glassy black and my heels began to click ominously. Then a crimson carpet bled up through the black beneath our feet, and a door appeared in the sleek wall to our right; surfacing like a swimmer coming up for air. Narcissus opened the door and revealed an orgy. Yep; the room was full of people fornicating.
They were all dressed as we were; in S&M chic. There were couples, thruples, and more. It seemed that every group had been assigned a different kink to explore thoroughly. Narcissus led me around as I gaped at them. They weren't real; I knew that. These were illusions, not people. But their moans sounded real, and their flesh flushed and shivered just as real flesh does. The wet smacks of sex and spanking and other slamming things blended with the groans of pleasure, and my face heated.
Narcissus looked at me sharply. But the heat in my cheeks wasn't arousal, it was embarrassment. He narrowed his eyes and led me to group after group; watching me the entire time. A man whipping a woman, a woman whipping a man, a woman laid across the lap of another woman as a man spanked her and kissed the woman she laid across. It started rather tame. Then we went further into the room.
A woman pistoned her hips forward against a man's ass. He was tied over a barrel, and she had fake cock strapped between her legs. The man pushed back onto her phallus as she grabbed the sides of the barrel and rolled him toward her. I looked away... right at a woman who was hanging from the ceiling, tied in silk ropes. Several people surrounded her, taking turns licking her and fucking her. One man kissed her mouth while another thrust himself into her sex. Beyond them were people strapped into all manner of contraptions and struck with all manner of things. Every orifice that could be penetrated or licked was, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves except for me.
It was all a bit embarrassing and distasteful, especially with Narcissus watching my every reaction. Not that I would have been into watching live sex shows without him. I'd much rather see this sort of thing on a screen in private, where I don't have to meet the eyes of those involved or feel dirty about the way they looked at me. Honestly, I don't watch a lot of porn; I don't need to. When you had men who looked like mine, there's no point; watching them crawl into bed is enough pornography for me.
“If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a cold fish,” Narcissus huffed as he pulled me from the room. “All right, Vervain, you win this round. Tomorrow we'll try again.”
Narcissus escorted me to a bedroom, pushed me inside, slammed the door in my face, and strode away angrily.
“Can I get something more comfortable to sleep in?” I shouted after him.
The leather disappeared and a see-through baby-doll took its place.
“Aw, come on!”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“This is stupid.” I rolled my eyes for emphasis.
Narcissus and I were sitting in the stands at a horse race. We were the only ones watching the race, which in itself was kind of creepy, but then there were the horses. Which weren't horses. Naked people with contraptions over their heads to mimic bridles pranced about as they waited for the race to start. They had jockeys standing over their saddled backs, numbers painted on their flanks, and horsetails sticking out of their asses. I didn't know whether to laugh or look away. It was like an episode of Seinfeld where you're so embarrassed for the people that you can't even watch their humiliation.
“Can we go now?” I grumbled.
“But the race is about to start,” Narcissus said gleefully.
