A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(124)

I gave him one.

“I must admit…I am quite the lay. I’m not kidding. My vagina brings men back to life.”

His eyes narrowed. He didn’t comment for a moment, and I didn’t rush him. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and give too much away.

“You’ll dine with me tomorrow evening,” he finally said. “Bring the dragon. Dress nicely. We have…things to discuss.”

His tone sent a shiver down my spine.

He walked away, and all I wanted to do was throw a knife at his back. He’d preyed on the mad king, thereby cornering Nyfain and our whole kingdom into an impossible situation. A situation that might eventually result in mass murder or servitude. All for what? Gold and one less shifter seat on some council? How could a guy like that sleep? How had no one torn him down?

Fire raging through me, I pulled open the door. The demon lust magic was so heavy it felt like walking through a curtain. It turned my stomach, and my eyes started to water. A smaller orgy was taking place in this room, but most of the participants were humanoid.

“Finley.” Hadriel pushed out through the center of the crowd. He wore green lipstick and a bright pink wig that bobbed with each step. A little maid’s dress partially covered his body, but the hem only reached to his upper thighs, and his dick waggled out of the bottom. He clearly was not wearing underwear.

“What…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Yeah, this…” He waved it away as he got closer. “That fucker Cecil heard that I wanted a proper maid’s outfit, just in case…you know…we have to travel. But he chose to make me one for a party instead. He is getting on my last nerve. Anyway, first, I am steaming that I have to be here after taking that draught. Do you know how fucking terrible it is getting it on with…creatures? It’s fucking terrible. This is an all-time low for me, Finley, and it is all your fault. I’m going to have nightmares. Some of them have, like…knobby dicks! But I need to play along with the demons, so I think—I’ll just stick it in a vagina, right? It’s wet and warm and I’ll just look at a stacked guy across the way to keep it up.” He stared at me with wild eyes. “The demon’s vagina had fucking teeth, Finley!” he yelled. “It scraped my pecker. I was already wary of the mighty vagina, but now I’m just fucking terrified. I’m sober, for fuck’s sake! You need to talk to the master. We at least need alcohol if we’re going to keep up this tomfoolery. It’s a fucking nightmare.”

“Cheers!” I tried desperately not to laugh when he glowered at me. It really wasn’t funny. It wasn’t! But his rendition of events…

“Not cool, love,” he said to me in a dark tone.

That made me laugh harder. “Sorry, sorry.” I waved my hand. “Sorry. Anyway, Dolion—”

“Don’t tell me you call him by his first name,” he said, horrified.

I paused. “Um…I think I did. Why? What am I supposed to call him?”

“He’s a king. You call him ‘your majesty.’”

I hadn’t thought of that. Not that it would’ve mattered. Had I known, the mistake would’ve been on purpose.

“Anyway, he mentioned that Nyfain cured the kingdom and stopped the demon magic because of me.” I stared at him for a moment, making sure he wouldn’t blurt out who’d actually done those things. “It’s not likely Dolion will make you all party like this again. The demon king mentioned fake orgasms and flaccid penises.”

Hadriel aggressively pointed down at his dick. “It’ll probably never get hard again out of fear. Forget blowjobs. Fucking teeth, Finley!”

“Right, yes,” I said through laughter, thinking of my first lay with Nyfain. “Yes, exactly. So hopefully tomorrow he’ll settle for tormenting Nyfain and me.”

“Why?”

I told him about the invite to dinner.

“Ah, fuck.” He blew out a breath and directed me toward the side of the room. A woman was bent over a small table with her chin braced on her hands in an expression of utter boredom. A demon who looked like a skinny man with clearly defined ribs pumped away at her, frustration on his face.

“Sheila, darling, I need this spot.” He waved her away.

She straightened up. The demon bent his legs, still pumping away. She rolled her eyes.

“I mean, I don’t mind banging demons when they are in this form,” she said, “but I used to think they were amazing. Take away their magic, and you realize they might not even know what a clit is, and if they do, they certainly don’t know where it’s located. I’m bored to tears.”

“Then stop, Sheila. The master said we didn’t have to fuck anyone we didn’t want to. I think he hoped we wouldn’t get intimate with them at all.”

She looked down his front before pushing the demon behind her away. “How about you? You’re good with that thing even though you don’t like women.” She lowered to her knees and tilted up her face at him. “Why don’t I suck you to get you hard, and you can take me on this table? I won’t tell anyone.”

“First, you’d tell everyone. Remember when you pegged Bronson, and he shat all over? The whole castle knows. He’s a laughingstock. Second, get your fucking mouth away from my dick. Third, I don’t see what the big whoop of pleasuring a woman is. A reach-around is a reach-around. Instead of tugging, you just wiggle your fingers.” He glanced at the demon, who was currently stroking his cock in aggravation. “I don’t see you taking notes. She just said you were shit at fucking. Don’t you want to take notes from someone who doesn’t like girls but is still better at fucking them than you are? That’s an ego blow, my boy. A serious ego blow. Anyway…” He pushed Sheila’s face so he could get at the chair against the wall. “I’ve got business, and my dick hurts. Get out of here. Also, about that pegging venture that literally turned to shit, unless you are into a dom/sub thing, it makes no sense to strap on a dildo and have a man blow it. Especially a man who is not a sub. That’s just dumb, Sheila. You’re making very poor decisions these days, and that’s saying a lot coming from a guy who tried to fuck a vagina with teeth.”