Page 104 of A Legacy of the Light

Since I keep my eyes firmly on the gold-flecked marble below me, I don’t realize where I’m going until it’s too late.

The smell of sex hits me first. Then the sounds of moaning and bodies coming together in passion. The curtains at either end of the hall remain closed, but the ones to each of the chambers are pulled wide open. Suddenly, the low-lying furniture, cushions, and chaises make sense.

Everywhere I look there are naked Seelie, either touching themselves or someone else while they watch. The room to my left is full of couples fucking in various positions. One man leans against the wall while his partner kneels before him and takes him deep into their mouth. Another man has a woman bent over the end of a sofa, her hair gripped firmly in his hand while he drives into her from behind. On the sofa beneath them a woman rides her partner while she takes the breast of the woman bent over into her mouth. Her loud moan reaches my ears and heat courses through me, causing my stomach to clench and blood to pound between my legs.

I quickly look away to my right, where the view doesn’t help me. On her hands and knees on the long ottoman in the center of the room, a Seelie woman is being pleasured by two men while the rest of the room watch.

The men fuck her in unison, one with a grip on her ass and the other holding her long chestnut hair off her face while he slides his dick in and out of her mouth. They time their strokes so they enter her body at the same time. No one else is fucking, but they are certainly busy touching themselves or whoever is next to them.

My feet carry me forward without my permission, a part of me wanting to see more.

The next chamber is smaller. A Seelie man lies on the chaise with his head hanging off the end. A woman grinds on his face, using him for her pleasure, while he holds the hips of another and pounds into her from underneath. That woman has her head between the legs of another Seelie who is sat on the arm of the chaise with her legs spread wide, cupping her breasts while she throws her head back and moans.

Holy shit.

Reading about stuff like this, and even watching porn, doesn’t come close to seeing it right in front of me. I don’t know where to look but I also can’t stop staring, wanting to see more. Arousal pebbles my nipples under my bra and my underwear gets wetter between my thighs. I’m grateful I made myself come in the bath.

One of the women notices me watching and gestures for me to come join them. I shake my head and smile awkwardly before quickly moving on. I am not prepared for what greets me next.

On a chair in the middle of the room sits King Raghnall.

Chapter 25

Do I stop staring? No.

It’s like a car crash you can’t look away from. The king leans his head against the back of the chair as he hisses through his teeth. The Seelie woman knelt before him bops her head up and down, moaning. Behind her is another woman holding her open while she lies underneath and runs her tongue over her clit.

King Raghnall grips the woman before him by the back of her head and looks down at her.

“Fuck,” he whispers and looks to me. My stomach falls out of my ass when his gaze locks with mine.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before his lips pull into a smirk and he tilts his head to the side, his crown still firmly in place. His tongue darts out the corner of his mouth and he grips the head of the Seelie harder, groaning as he chases his release.

Anndddd now we leave.

I turn quickly and head back the way I came, looking over my shoulder as I push through the curtain and collide with a wall of muscle so hard I almost fall.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” I mumble quietly looking up to see who I assaulted. My relief is short-lived when I realize it’s Tavish.

He looks at me, at the pink staining my cheeks, and then over my shoulder to where I have come from. He grins and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

“My, my, my, Elsie. You are full of surprises.”

“This is not what it looks like.” I hold my hands up. “I was trying to find the restroom.”

“Likely story,” he teases. I stare him down. “Did you like what you saw?” he asks me in a deep low voice, leaning in slightly.

“Well, given I just saw your dad getting his dick sucked, I’m going to go with no.”

Tavish tips his head back and laughs so loudly it bounces around the room and the Seelie nearest to us look over.

“Will you hush? It’s not funny.”

“You should see the look on your face. It’s hilarious.” Tavish continues as he wipes tears from his eyes.

“I’m going to have to pour bleach into my brain to get rid of that image. I need another drink. Let’s go.” I tug him with me, wanting to get away from where his father is being pleasured.

Tavish carries on laughing as I pull him through the crowd, and a few Seelie cast us reproachful looks. I let go of his hand when we approach the table serving drinks and take one for us both. Tavish finishes the wine in a few gulps and I do the same.