“This should be very embarrassing,” I murmured, strangely not feeling the need to hide my face. “What in the world is going on?”
“They were sharing in the alpha pair’s heat-mating. It’s a ceremony in some packs of wolves, it almost always means greatly coveted offspring for dragons, so they probably liked the idea of a ceremony, and…well, some of the staff are kinky as fuck. They were probably just reminiscing.” He opened the door and walked through it. “Don’t worry about cleanup. After all the things I’ve seen in this castle, it’s my turn to leave a little filth for them.”
I giggled, looking forward to the days ahead, but it didn’t happen again. I couldn’t spark another frenzy. I could incense Nyfain’s dragon, and that sort of banging was very fun and enjoyable, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t kindle the heat and fire that had brought on our sex marathon.
Arleth said this generally happened when the dragon wasn’t quite ready. It was the dragon who sparked the heat, not the human.
I knew, of course, that my dragon was more than ready to get with child, so I wondered if she was trying to suppress it so that I could cure them. She’d want to partake, I knew, and she wanted Nyfain’s dragon flying with her to do it. She was waiting for me to cure them, apparently confident in my ability to do so, and quickly.
That bitch was hard to please.
TWENTY-TWO
Vemar
I strolled down the large and clean hallway with a hand in my pocket, wearing a wild jacket that made me laugh every time I looked down at it. Hadriel sure had some crazy taste. He’d made an art out of absurdity.
Before being kept in a demon dungeon and forced into all kinds of heinous acts, I would never have been caught in clothing like this. I’d always been much too worried about my image. About my perceived strength and power and status among dragons.
But fuck, being a prisoner had bent my brain. I’d learned a thing or two about perceptions and how useless they were. I’d also learned that there was power in the abnormal. There was power in throwing people off-kilter, and these colorful clothes certainly did that. I didn’t have Hadriel’s flair, but a manic smile went a long way when wearing a jacket with a bunch of golden dicks hidden in the pattern.
“Well hello, Ms. Lovely,” I told Charlette as I passed by.
She straightened up and turned to me with a sweet smile and fluttering eyelashes before her gaze roamed down my body and stuck to my cock. She was probably a few years older than me (or looked a few years older, at any rate) and was way, way more sexually evolved. I thought I’d seen some things with the demons, but this lady proved me a novice. I’d heard stories about this castle during the curse, but clearly the extent of the debauchery had been lost in translation.
“Hmm,” she said as she stuck out a curvy hip. “Do you want to play ‘find the dick’ again?”
She’d seen this jacket before but hadn’t played by the rules. The second I’d asked her to find the dicks, she was pulling at my pants.
“Can’t right now, I’m afraid. Have you seen my little buddy?”
She pouted before gesturing down the hall. “He went that way not long ago. He was muttering something about the faeries and dinner plans. Check in with me later?”
“Maybe so. Maybe not.”
I kept walking. There was no point in making plans with the cursed staff, as I called them—the staff members that had survived the curse within the castle. They might make plans with you, and then plans with another, and then plans with five more, and all of a sudden there was an orgy in one of their cramped quarters and that fucking guy named Liron randomly tried to stick his dick in your ass.
Speaking of dicks in asses…
“Hello, Miss Smith. Lovely evening.”
I smiled at the head housemaid, all prim and proper with her ironed clothes, stiff back, and squared shoulders. She was great at her job by day and visited the impromptu orgies with a big purple dildo strapped to her person by night.
I’d wanted to know what pegging was, and she’d shown me. Boy had she shown me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same. I definitely-mostly didn’t like it. Almost-mostly hated it a little. Kind of liked it some, but only with a reach-around. The whole experience had been quite confusing.
The cursed staff were careful to keep the kinky fuckery under wraps and behind closed doors, but if you knew where to go or whom to talk to, there was always fun to be had or weird experiences to endure and mostly quite like.
Fuck, this place was turning me. What had I gotten myself into, hanging out with Leala and Hadriel?