Then movement.
One of the daemons shifts from its position and walks to the edge of the steps that Kymaris had just walked up. He stands there staring ahead blankly, and then suddenly, the chanting stops. The quiet is so abrupt it almost hurts my ears.
The daemon, who isn’t hideous but is far from handsome with his long, matted hair and underbite, pulls his robes apart and lets them fall to the ground. I’m stunned that he’s naked and not just naked, but sporting a full erection jutting upward.
He stands there as if waiting for direction.
It comes when Kymaris opens her eyes and leans up, pressing her elbows into the tables so her tiny breasts jut outward. With distaste, I notice her nipples are hard, and I wonder how she and the daemon have come to a state of clear arousal without even touching each other.
“You may approach,” Kymaris says to the daemon. Her voice is imperious and cold, and I don’t understand how it alone doesn’t wither his hard-on.
When the daemon walks up the steps, Kymaris spreads her legs wide, planting her feet on the black silk. She settles back down, and my stomach rolls as I watch the daemon fall on her.
There’s no foreplay. No deep kisses or a slide of hand along skin. No dirty words to enhance arousal.
No, the daemon just takes himself in hand, lines himself up, and drives into Kymaris hard.
I wince because that had to have hurt, but Kymaris moans in ecstasy, her torso arching and her legs wrapping around the bucking hips of the daemon.
He fucks her brutally, and she urges him on the entire time.
I can’t watch anymore, and I pull the binoculars from my face. Turning toward Rainey, I see she’s crossed her arms on the ground and rested her chin on it, eyes closed.
Myles and Maddox are still watching, both with grimaces on their faces.
“Why sex with daemons?” I ask Maddox.
He doesn’t take his eyes off the scene, but I can tell he’s perplexed by what is happening. “Fae don’t stoop to have relations with daemons. I mean, fae and daemons are highly sexualized creatures. Sex is revered and frequently done, but I’ve never known fae to take daemons. Maybe she’s just horny and doesn’t have any Dark Fae to satisfy her.”
That just doesn’t sound right. She’s the Queen of the Underworld.
It’s like she’s… slumming.
The chanting resumes, loud and frantic. Reluctantly, I pull the binoculars back to my face and focus on Kymaris again. The daemon is still working furiously between her legs, and it’s so very weirdly clear that both the daemon and Kymaris climax at the same time. The daemon grips her thighs hard, still pumping, but throws his head back and starts to scream in ecstasy. It sounds like a dying elephant or something, but his face is contorted in pleasure, so yeah… fairly sure that’s what he’s doing.
Kymaris is a bit different. Those pale eyes of hers turn crimson as her entire body arches until her feet and shoulder blades are the only things on the table—lifting the male daemon with her—and she cries out in almost a human-like manner, “Yes… yes… yes…” as her hips jerk with each word until she drops back down onto the table, eyes drowsy and sated.
“Ugh,” I mutter, feeling like I need a shower and to scrub my eyes with bleach from having just watched Kymaris get it on with a daemon.
I start to lower the binoculars again, but a flash of something catches my eye, so I draw them back.
Kymaris has somehow come up with a jeweled dagger in her hand that she stares at almost lovingly.
“What’s that in her hand?” Myles asks, not able to see the fine details like I can.
“A dagger,” I breathe out with horror.
“I’m out of here,” Rainey says, and I can feel her body springing up from the ground and moving a few paces off. I imagine she has her back turned on this, but I don’t dare take my eyes off Kymaris now.
She looks at the daemon, who is still planted inside of her body, his fingers still digging down into her thighs as he stares.
“Thank you for what you’ve given me,” she rasps, not with real gratitude, but almost with smug pride. “And for the sacrifice you are making now.”
Then, in one fluid motion, she plunges the dagger between the daemon’s ribs, just as I was taught to do to reach the heart. Black blood spurts out, and I can tell the second the iron penetrates the daemon’s heart as he flops forward onto Kymaris’ body.
Her resulting laugh is twisted as she lays there a moment under the dead daemon’s weight before pushing it, so it rolls off the table. The robed daemons on that side merely take a step back and let it fall before them.