A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(122)

“Come!” he said again, attempting to twist and pull me along. His brow pinched when the movement didn’t work out so well. He looked down in confusion.

With a dagger this sharp, it would take a moment for the pain to get to his brain, but this was ridiculous.

“Bud, I am literally holding your severed dick in my hand. Why the fuck aren’t you freaking out right now?” I asked, aghast, then dropped his dick, because great goddess it was gross.

His eyes widened, and he belted out a high-pitched wail. He reached for his dick. He clearly wasn’t as concerned about the gooey deep red blood gushing out of his stomach.

“Oh, good. Phew.” I nodded at him. “That’s the reaction I was expecting. If you’d done that in the beginning, I would’ve made a quip about only coming for one man— Oh, never mind.”

I stepped on a diagonal and stabbed him in the kidney.

“Night, night.” I continued on, really not sure what to do about my bloody blade.

A woman off to the side lay on a blanket, propped up on pillows with her legs spread wide. A purple-scaled man-thing licked up her flesh and sucked a nipple into his broad, flat lips. He continued to crawl up her body before sitting back and wrapping his clawed fingers around his knobby, curved dick, like a road through a mountain pass. In the middle it kinda ballooned up, thicker there than at the base. I’d seen a lot of ugly dicks around here, but that one had to take the cake.

“Oh no, no, don’t let him put that thing in you,” I whispered, transfixed, like watching a disaster in progress.

He threaded it into her clearly slick depths. She moaned, rubbing her hands along his bent back, tracing the pointed edges of the fin along his spine. It was good defense to keep someone from hugging him from behind. He thrust, slipping in that thick bit, and she shrieked in pain turned pleasure. He shoved against her, pushing in as deeply as he could go, before pulling back about halfway and lightly thrusting back and forth, as if he were working her G-spot with the thick bit.

I stared with a grimace as she swung her hips up against him, clearly getting the friction she needed as he kept rubbing his dick in the exact right spot. She spread her legs wider, leaned back hard, and pumped her hips before slapping her hands on the ground. She came in an actual scream, writhing like she was possessed.

“Right, well…fuck. I guess I stand corrected,” I muttered, finally tearing my eyes away. “Gross dick for the win.”

It took all of one moment for me to realize that distraction had put me at a severe disadvantage. A wall of seven demons had noticed me killing one of their own, and they’d lined up to face me, anger clear on their faces.

Ah. I wasn’t here to see the sex. I was here to battle. The sex was just a distraction. A very thorough distraction.

“You will pay for what you have done,” said the female demon in the middle in barely contained rage. Good goddess, she had a great set of blue-scaled knockers.

They started forward, forming a vee. I reviewed the parameters. I could kill if they touched me without consent. Touched me without consent. I had to wait for them to make contact.

Although…the demon king had agreed I could try to kill them if they touched me. He’d said nothing about beating on them until they got a shot in, then using that non-consensual touch to shift into kill mode. It was important to always look for those little loopholes.

“Milady, should we help?” someone asked from the side. I didn’t dare turn to look in case there was some sort of fuckery going on.

“No!” I commanded, and a shock of power filled the room. Gasps rose. I’d pulled out the shifters’ animals. Lot of good that would do any of us. “Leave me to it. The deal was for me to get involved, not you. You will be punished just to spite me.”

My animal throbbed in my middle as the first demon reached me. Power pumped through my veins. Strength filled me. My senses went on high alert.

The dragon is on standby, my animal said. He’ll feed us as much power as we can handle.

I’m surprised he isn’t rushing in here to fight by our side.

He’s confident we can handle it. The man is not so calm.

The demon hovered right in front of me, as though waiting for something. I assumed it was a knife in the gut. Instead, I punched her in the nose, stepped down the line, and slammed my foot in the second demon’s balls. At the third, I slashed my dagger shallowly across her boob, accidentally slicing off her nipple.

“Ah shit, sorry! That’s a low blow. I didn’t mean for woman-on-woman crime. Also, I do not want to be touched!” I figured I better get that out there. “I do not consent to touching!”

Nipple-less hissed at me, showing fangs, before slicing down my arm with claws.

“You’re out!” I took my dagger in two hands and sliced across her throat. At the end, I jabbed downward, sticking the blade into the base of her neck.

Another clawed hand grabbed my arm, and yet another swung at my face. I pulled back just enough for two claws to graze my cheek. The rest of the demons crowded in, quickly surrounding me.

In the past, this might have been cause for alarm. Now, however…

I used my will to push the ones who hadn’t touched me yet. They bumped back, probably confused, and I made short work of the two handsy bastards. I sliced across the wrist that held me, then bent and stabbed the second one in the side. I yanked my blade sideways, gutting him. Back to the first, I sent stabbing knives of pain with my will, just to see whether it did anything. Her leathery skin slashed open in multiple places, and her insides fell out of her stomach.