by J. B. Miller
I was buzzing hard and felt so loose it wasn’t a sure bet I could make it to the door in a straight line. But I wasn’t too worried, Robin may not make it off his stool at this rate.
“Pftt,” he said in disgust. “Marriage, the thing that you know it as, is barely more than an infant. It was hardly more than four thousand years ago that people lived in family groups. Several strong males, a couple females, and their children. It was not until all this rubbish on succession came about that anyone even gave a damn. Then the contracts started! Not a Danu be damned inkling about love. Now that is only a few hundred years old,” he rambled. “Marriage for the sake of love, what nonsense.”
Robin stood up unsteadily and threw out his hands.
“My sisters and brothers, tell me truth. If you were blessed with a babe this night would any of you care who fathered it? Would you love it less not knowing from whose loins it sprung?”
A deafening shout filled the air and a chorus of no’s rang out. A couple stepped forth and the male bowed formally in front of Robin.
“My Lord, Iliana and I have been together for nearly three centuries now. In that time, we have never been blessed to bear a child. In all honestly, I would welcome every male in the courts to our bed if it gave us that chance. If I were ever given the chance to hold our babe in my arms, I would kneel down before the lucky bastard and offer him my thanks.”
Muffled gasps rang out, giving thanks to someone in their world indebted the giver to the receiver. It was a debt the magic made sure was repaid.
Robin waved them away, and with a respectful bow they disappeared into the crowd.
“My Lords,” the intrepid bartender cleared his throat. He nodded to the hourglass to let us know our hour was up. “The time has run out, if you wish to fulfil your wager, then the moment is upon you.”
“Of course, my good man, you are indeed an excellent witness to keep us in our stride.”
I thought the poor bloke was going to pass out when Robin grabbed him by the shoulder pulling him close.
“I would have your name, boy. One day I might wish to call upon you again.”
“Daffyd,” he choked. He managed to clear his throat and repeat his name in a stronger voice. “Daffyd, my Lord. It has been an honor to serve you.
“Not many Welsh names this side of the mounds, Daffyd, if I had more time I would be curious.” From the sick look on the man’s face, curiosity from the Puck was not a welcome thought.
“Right, Faery,” I grabbed Robin's arm and pulled him up. It’s time for you to leave Daffyd alone and finish this wager. Let us see who can make it to the doors in a straight line. I’m going to enjoy winning.”
We were both on our feet and facing the door. A line of intrigued Fae stood on either side making a path for us. They had even created a dividing line of flower petals to mark our lanes.
I looked over at my competition and grinned. “No worries, Robin, I won’t hold this over you forever. Just the next fifty years or so,” I winked.
Oh, bloody hell, me, and my big fucking mouth. Robin stood up straight, his eyes cleared and pure wickedness danced in his eyes.
“Oh, puppy, hell it is,” he laughed and we began to walk the line.
I had almost made it, half a dozen feet and I would have been home free. But damn my inebriated brain, I had already started to think of Dia in our bed. Naked and waiting for me. Then the image of Robin and Daniel joined her, followed by the four of us in bed. Rolling, tasting, and loving. I stumbled.
Robin had matched my pace step for painful step. I could not believe I had fallen for his drunken act. It had relaxed me enough that I did not even try to pace my drinking. Now I was going to pay.
When I stumbled, he caught me and pulled me into his arms.
Daffyd, the ever-faithful witness stood by. “My Lord Puck is the victor. It is my duty and honor to pay witness to this. Is there agreement?”
Once again, the spectators rose up in one voice. A definite “YES” filled the room.
I looked at Robin and mumbled, “I guess I’m going to hell for my sins then?”
“Oh you have no idea, puppy, you have no idea. First, I think a touch of heaven is warranted though.”
The Fae in the room had backed away at this point and gone back to their own pursuits. However, they did watch us covertly as Robin led the way to the two doors.
I still had no idea which one led where, but no one seemed to show preference to one or the other. Believe me, I had watched the last hour as people came and went from them.
All I could do was follow and hope for the best. I was just glad I still had the Fae wine coursing through me. Even though I was not falling down drunk, the laid back feelings running through me were enough to keep me calm and relaxed while the king of mischief led me to door number one.
“Come with me, Kale, I want to show you something.”
Now you could not tell me that was not intimidating. We had went through the left door but I still have no idea which one was Heaven and which one Hell.
The hallway was not big enough to walk side by side, and it was dark enough that even with my enhanced vision I needed to walk slowly.
“Heaven or Hell,” I questioned.
“Ahhhhh, but that would ruin the surprise, puppy," Robin chuckled. “It’s not much further and you can see for yourself.”
As always he told the truth, and the hallway opened up into a central room. The luminous green light had changed and took on more of a softer hue. I could not adequately describe the colors. The room was entirely black, but changing lights disorientated my sensitive eyes.
It did not help the Fae wine was still coursing heavily through my body and the sounds of passion from all around us was heating my blood.
Hell, I was only a man at the end of the day, and here I was—drunk, horny, and surrounded by live porn.
Once my eyes adjusted, the room came into focus. Damn, I had led a sheltered life.
In the center of the room lay a massive bed covered in silk. Upon that silk an orgy.
The rest of the room was lined with couches and even tables and chairs where many sat, drinking and having conversations.
Some were having sex on the couches and others still were fucking while having conversations with their neighbors. This was some fucked up shit.
A shriek took my eyes back to the bed where at least ten bodies writhed.
The female scream that had drawn my attention came from the bottom corner of the bed.
She was a tiny delicate thing. If she stood more than five foot I would be surprised. Four large males surrounded her. One held her hands above her head, pinned to the bed. Two others suckled, bit, and licked at her cherry tipped breasts. Each had an arm drawn up under her thighs pulling them up and apart so she was helpless and open for the fourth.
He knelt between her legs and blew on her weeping cunt. I could not hear what they were saying, but the one holding her hands down whispered in her ear.
The fourth stuck out his tongue and licked her from ass to clit, causing her form to shudder from top to bottom.
I watched as he spread those lips wide and ignoring her clit, fucked his tongue into her sopping wet channel.
She began to beg…you could tell by the way she shook her head and twisted. The one between her legs ignored her and ate at her like a starving man. Poor girl, she tried to buck to get her way but the only thing it accomplished was a sharp reprimand and a stinging slap across her clit.
She let out the same scream as before, so I guess this was not the first smack he had given her.
The male between her legs said something to the male at her head and he nodded. Still holding on to her wrists he straddled her chest and leaned forward. From this angle I could not see as well, but a moment later she quieted and he threw his head back in pleasure.
Well that is one way to quiet a female, I grinned.
That definitely had some possibilities to try back home with Dia.
Robin wrapp
ed his arms around me from behind and I jerked from the unexpected touch. I had been so drawn into the scene before me, I had forgotten about him for a moment.
“Like what you see, puppy? You are not by chance getting any ideas of what you would like to do with our own sweet little mate when we get home are you? Because if you are…well then I'm more than happy to help you out with them,” he paused and turned back toward the bed. “Ohhh, it’s about to get interesting now, Kale, watch.”
We both turned back to watch. The Fae between her legs had latched onto her clit and had worked two fingers into the female. He had begun slipping those long digits out and sliding them down to moisten her little rose bud.
“Damn, he’s prepping her ass,” I whispered.
“Mmmmhmmmm,” agreed Robin as he tightened a hand on my waist.
When I looked again, the male had worked one of his fingers into the females clenching ass, then on the withdrawal added another. It only took a couple minutes of working and stretching to get her ready.
He rose up, and the two playing at her breasts, tightened their hold on her legs. The engorged head of his cock dipped into her dripping pussy, coating him before he slid it downwards and slowly pressed against her tight little hole.
The breath caught in my chest while I watched him sink slowly home. Even above the other sounds of passion in the room I could hear her muffled groan. The male fucking her mouth groaned himself and the cheeks of his ass tightened when he came down her throat.
The male filling her ass stilled while the one at her head slowly pulled back and sat beside her. He reached down and wiped the dribbling surplus from her lips and smeared it over her breasts. The two there hungrily licked the cum up before sucking her little nipples to a point.
The male in her sweet little ass began to work his way back and forth. By now my own cock was so hard, I thought it might burst. Gods be damned, what I wouldn’t do to have Dia on her knees in front of me right now.
I would have my dick buried so far up her arse, it would meet Robin’s going down her throat.
I was jerked out of my fantasy when a strong hand cupped my balls and squeezed lightly. I jumped it startled me so much. The pleasure was so fucking intense I nearly came in my trousers.
“Shall we carry on, my wolf?” Robin’s voice was so sultry and his hands so hot on me that I seriously considered bending his ass over.
“I’m about to blow, Puck,” I growled. “Unless you want this show to be over right now move your damn hand.”
I turned my head meeting his gaze. That smirk of his lifted a corner of his lips and he trailed his finger up the length of me.
“Now, we cannot have that, can we? That would be such a waste.” He nodded toward another hallway and I followed as he led us out of the room.
This hallway was very similar to the first. My sense of smell was not helping either as all the rooms smelled of sex.
It was only moments though before we came out in another room. This time the décor was slightly different though.
Soft lights shone here in a warm golden glow. Instead of black on black the color scheme was gold and creams. The main room seemed to be more of a lobby than anything with several doors leading in different directions.
“This place is a freaking maze,” I grumbled.
“Yes, but it is meant to confuse and entice the senses. Think of it as Dante’s inferno. All the different layers that one must wade through,” Robin replied casually.
“So, it is hell you chose,” I asked with a raised brow.
Robin laughed. “No, not hell…not even close. But maybe a few deadly sins,” he mocked. “After all, half the fun is the trip.”
I just shook my head, “That does not even make sense.”
“But it will, puppy, it will," he purred.
“Now let’s see what we have in here,” Robin walked to the first door. I followed behind him and peeked over his shoulder.
Holly hell, it was a room full of females in full girl on girl action. I was seriously ready to get some popcorn and settle down for the show.
Laughing, Robin pulled me away. “That one is not for us, Kale. Besides, I hardly think they would appreciate the extra equipment," saying that he took one last glance and shuddered. "I don’t think we would make the grade."
I had to look again and my eyes widened, “Damn, I didn’t know they made dildos that big. Fuck me,” I breathed out in horror and awe. Two females were pounding away at each other. The smaller of the two wore a strap on that looked at least two foot long and another wide.
Cupping my own package, I suddenly felt inadequate.
Robin did the same and winked at me. “Don’t worry, Kale, we don’t have anything to be ashamed of, that was just extremely generous!”
We looked at one another and laughed quietly while we made our way to the next door.
Chapter Eight
Door number one was all female, so I was expecting door number two to be all male. Boy, was I wrong. I mean, I’m open minded but what was in that room was not even close to human, or even the same species.
I just looked at Robin questioningly and he shrugged. “Not all Fae are humanoid, the Seelie Fae are the most human in appearance but even of those, the lesser Fae tend to be more…” he trailed off and pointed to the room.
Damn, in shifter culture having sex in shifted form wasn’t unusual. In fact, it was fucking fantastic to half shift and fuck like bunnies. Most mates had sex in wolf form as well…but dayum, that was weird even for me.
The third room we came to, I almost held back. My mind had truly been blown with the last one. Robin looked into the room and came back out with a smile.
“Perfect,” he chuffed and pulled me in after him.
I rolled my eyes. When Robin said perfect, it was time to worry. Still, I found myself following him.
We stopped in the middle of the room and I stared. Hey, I knew it wasn’t the manly thing to do, but sometimes you are just at a loss for words.
Most of the equipment was self-explanatory but some of it looked to be out of a torture film.
“What the hell is this place, Puck?” My eyes kept wandering while I asked him. Romanesque tiles covered the floor with a drain in the center. There was also a hose connected to a pipe by the door. The artwork on the mosaics was all-sexual showing every imaginable sex act, with a few thrown in that I had never imagined.
The walls were a dark blue; they reminded me of the night sky. Even to the point they had an unearthly shimmer to them.
The lighting itself in the room was muted in a soft warm luminance. It was then that I took in the equipment. The wall to my left held racks of floggers, canes, and whips. Below them, there were chests lined against the wall with several rows of dildos and plugs. I had no idea what was actually in the chests.
Further along the same wall was an assortment of ropes with varying lengths and textures. My balls tightened as I stared at the ropes and a frown marred my face. I had never been into bondage but the thought of it now excited me more than I thought it would.
Whether it was the thought of tying or being tied, I didn’t know. It confused me and I didn't like it. I was the Alpha, surely I would not like to be tied up and forced to submit.
I glared at the ropes before Robin’s touch on my cheek startled me from those dark thoughts.
“You will like them,” he whispered.
“Are you reading my thoughts? You said you didn’t do that,” I growled.
“I don’t need to, Kale. Those thoughts are plain as day on your face. Let me explain why you would like the ropes.” He ran a finger down my neck as his breath whispered against my throat when he moved behind me. “The ropes allow you to surrender, my wolf. Tied and bound you do not have to fight your own nature.”
Robin’s hand slid down to my waist and he pulled me closer to him. The normal coolness I felt off him was gone. Heat blasted against my back and he proudly rubbed his erection against me.
“Once you ar
e bound, Kale, you can let go. You know that deep down.” He rubbed his cheek against my shoulder before continuing, “Just think of it, tied there unable to escape or to stop me.” He nodded toward the back wall where chains were attached to the walls. Midnight padding lined the wall, but I knew it was hard stone beneath. At the end of the chains the cuffs were lined with leather and several heavy Velcro straps lay open waiting to close and hold their prey.
I raised a brow, “Iron?”
Robin shook his head in a negative response. “Even with the padding it would not be safe. And in all honesty, I am not into sadism. It is titanium. The metal is strong, durable, and a good conductor for our magic.”
That made sense. The Fae were allergic to iron just as most shifters were to silver. My gaze took in the rest of the room while my faery continued his exploration of my abs. Besides the wall of chains, there were several other pieces of furniture in this massive room. Some of the things that I recognized were a St. Andrews cross, bondage chair, stocks, swings, and benches. The rest while I had an idea I wasn’t too sure of.
“What the hell is that one?” I pointed at what looked like a stock with a bench behind it.
Robin chuckled. “It is stocks of sorts... think of it as a cockade.”
Realization dawn on me and I laughed, “Robin, my cock is not going in there.” I turned and nipped playfully at him.
“Never say never, puppy.” He kissed my chin before going back to his explorations. His hands were now running down my thighs and I had begun to get uncomfortable. Not necessarily in a bad way either.
I stepped away from him and finished my tour. There was the requisite bed. A recess dipped into the wall beside it and four life size dolls stood there. The dolls were androgynous. Basically, they were blank as if they were unfinished.
I walked closer and poked at one of them. The give of their flesh had me jumping back. It was like touching a living breathing person. “What the hell,” I exclaimed. Now that was just fucked up.
Robin failed at hiding his amusement as he walked over to me. “I see you have found the shining glory of our toys,” he grinned.
