“But is it?” Lucian shakes his head. “Let’s face it, as soon as the council elected a demon as chair, they took full control.”
“A chairperson?” I frown. “The council shall have no leader!” I state one of the council’s main principles. “Who is this demon?”
“He calls himself Gabreal,” Eldrath states.
Several of the others visibly tense at his name. Eleanor glances around, as if simply saying this demon’s name might summon him into the room.
“Where do I find this Gabreal?” I ask.
And how do I kill him. I’ll save the second question until I’m alone with allies I fully trust. I’m not certain who those are anymore.
“You don’tfindGabreal,” Lucian says. Then he pulls out the largest ball from Beatrix’s ass. “Gabreal finds you.” He pushes the large ball back in. The human audibly gasps, and he spanks her in response.
I lean back, absorbing all this information. To set things right, I must find and kill this demon. That much is clear. But saving my people—avenging them—is also a high priority. I must remain focused.
“What do you know of the demons,” Rosomon says from beside me. “I mean, the minions of darkness that have been invading the Light?”
I asked her not to speak at this meeting, but I too have that question and am glad that she asked.
Eleanor shakes her head. “Minions of darkness are invading the Light?”
“I know nothing of this,” Vespera says. “Does anyone else?”
Everyone at the table shakes their head. Everyone except Eldrath. I find it hard to believe that the elves were responsible for what happened to my people but take note.
Someone here knows more than they’re saying. I look around the table, hoping to find a crack in their wall of obstruction.
Aryxia stands, the muscles of her large, lion-like legs visibly flexing. “I move we adjourn for today. I have urgent business.”
Without calling a vote, everyone stands, save Lucian, Rosomon and I, and frustration boils inside me. I know little more than when I came here. This isn’t acceptable.
At the end of the table, Lucian pulls the bulbed vibrator fully out from the woman’s ass. Then he bucks her off his lap. “Position five.”
Beatrix, visibly shaking, quickly stands and leans over the edge of the table, wincing when the metal clamps on her nipples strike its surface.
“I said, positionfive,” Lucian says softly but firmly.
She moves her hands behind her back and balances her chin on the table. The nipple clips grind against the table’s surface.
Lucian smacks her ass. “Spread.”
Using her hands, she spreads her ass cheeks, and her upper body falls harder against the table. Her face reveals pain, but then she closes her eyes, turning her head so one cheek rests on the table. He presses the red buttons, and soft buzzing fills the room, along with a soft moan from Beatrix. Lucian undoes his trousers.
I stand quickly, pulling up Rosomon with me. “Let’s go.”
She nods. Her cheeks are bright red as she turns away from the other end of the table. I have no doubt that Lucian plans to roughly fuck that woman’s asshole, while that contraption vibrates in her cunt. Whether my queen is turned on or repulsed by that—likely both—she doesn’t need to watch it happen. And Beatrix doesn’t need an audience for her torment.
Once outside the room, I glare ahead as we wait for the elevator to take us back down.
Eldrath comes out of a shadow. Stepping up beside me, the elf places his hand on my shoulder. “Zogar,” he says quietly. “We need to talk.”
CHAPTER 11
Rosomon
As we ride down in the elevator, my body vibrates with incredulity, my cunny pulses with arousal, and my mind spins like a leaf caught in a whirlwind.
Since we arrived in the Darkness, I’ve seen so many strange things and have heard even more. I no longer trust my own eyes or ears. Perhapseverythinghere has been a dream from which I’ll awake.
