A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 3)(66)

“Then we must ensure you have it.”



Later that night, I was purchased for the first time. I would join the others in the private rooms reserved for the paying participants and their “acquisitions.” The couple Hadriel had tried to set up hadn’t come through. Instead, I’d been purchased by a guy influenced by Leala. The details? I would need to wear leather, expose my tits and ass, and…urinate on someone.

Like…what in the holy fuck?

What in the holy fuck?

For the first time, I kinda wished the demon sex magic could influence me. It would make this task a lot less grim.

“You can’t be serious,” I told Leala when I met her in the changing room after the main party adjourned for the night. Govam had escorted me that far and then closed the door on us. I assumed he’d be waiting on the other side, ensuring I couldn’t make a run for it.

With no help from me, she pulled chaps onto my legs. “I’m sorry, milady, I am. Hadriel told me the deal he could work out. But that couple didn’t have a friend we could hook up with Calia, and she’s the most important person for you to connect with tonight.”

Calia was the indigo-eyed faerie, and apparently she’d been sold to Mr. Pee-body’s friend, who was fine with partying in the same private quarters.

Apparently, they enjoyed watching too.

“Why do I have to wiz on him?” My stomach still churned after what Dolion had told me. I had precious little time. Micah had overheard that the next big party would be in a month. According to Dolion, I’d be gone before that, and I had to make sure it was by my own choosing. “Why can’t you do it and I’ll pretend to watch?”

“Because you are gorgeous and strong and he likes to be dominated. Your smell is going to drive him wild after we get him in the right mood. You won’t have to do anything objectionable, milady. Except maybe whip him or shove something up his ass.”

“No.” I shook my head. “Please tell me you’re joking. I mean, sure to the whipping. But otherwise…no. Nuh-uh. Nope.”

“It’s fine, milady, really. He’s a lamb. You will only have to be the aggressor. He won’t try anything with you. No one will. He doesn’t share his nightly toys like some of the others do.”

“Ugh. Fine, but how am I going to meet with Calia?”

“With some guidance from Hadriel and me, these after-parties have become a little looser, and I expect that’ll hold, even with the dragons present. They’ll probably try to work the sex demon magic on you to keep you tame, but we both know it doesn’t affect you the same way it does everyone else. Here we go, here’s a leather bustier.”

It left my breasts open to the air.

“Trust me, this is the best way,” Leala said, finishing up my outfit. “The only way, actually. We didn’t have a lot of options.”

No options, and no time.

“Fine. I mean, I can’t believe this is even a thing, but fine.”

“Neither did he. I am very good at assessing kinks, and I just knew this would do it for him. He is big into being humiliated. Here we go.” She fastened me with a chain choker and then dressed herself in lace and satin, her breasts as bare as mine and her nether region equally uncovered.

I wished I could say the night was a good time.

I couldn’t. It was fucking weird, top to bottom. Leala had definitely found a couple of people with serious kinks. I spanked, I dong-slapped, I choked (a little too violently), and yes, I straddled his body and let the stream flow. He came so hard that we thought he was dead for a moment. He lay there with his pointed tongue hanging out, staring sightlessly at the sky.

Leala gave me a well done nod. He definitely liked my scent, but he’d loved my aggression, even when someone had to pull me off him so I wouldn’t kill him.

I’d really wanted to kill him. I didn’t care about people’s kinks…until they forced me to participate. And then someone really needed to die. That was just logic.

“Okay, milady,” Leala said as the demon lay there recovering. She ushered me quickly to the side of the chamber, glancing behind her as she did so. “Take this.” She pressed a folded piece of paper into my hand, no larger than my palm. “The alpha wolf asked me to pass this on. Hide it.”

I slipped it down into the covered area beneath my breasts.

“Now.” She glanced at the other side of the room, where people writhed and groaned, overseen by a sex demon that was supposed to follow me everywhere but clearly wanted in on the action. “Wait here for a moment. Don’t draw attention to yourself. I’ll grab Calia.”

She hurried away, and I lightly touched my fingertips to the piece of paper hidden against my sternum.

“Dragon.” Calia hastened up to me, completely naked and hands shifting back and forth between covering her chest and her crotch. She swallowed, incredibly self-conscious.

Clearly she wasn’t whipped and left in tattered rags as often as the dragons were.

“We don’t have much time, so I will be brief,” she said, talking low and quickly. She rubbed a hand over her pretty face, her cheeks flushed and eyes a bit dazed. “The demon’s magic is still wearing off. Forgive me. As background, I do not remember your kingdom. Maybe I never knew of it. But I know there is more of the world than meets our eyes or takes residence in our memories. I’ve met those who claim to be from Wyvern, and many of them sickened and then died. That sickness is one the demons often build into their magic, killing the victims slowly and painfully. I often wonder what other kingdoms have been lost. This castle is just a castle. It is not a kingdom. Where are the other citizens of Dolion’s kingdom? Housed in ruined kingdoms the king is tormenting? I do not know.”