“You need to get that smart mouth whipped off you,” the officer growled.
“Probably. But someone will probably end up fucking it instead. I give great head.”
The guard sucked in a startled breath.
What was with this place? Did they not know the sex demons who’d been holed up in our kingdom all this time? Because chatter like that shouldn’t be a shock to anyone around these parts.
“Woman. Here.” The officer with Leala stepped to the side and opened a cell, a dingy sort of affair with a bit of straw spread across the floor and a bucket in the corner.
“Oh lovely, Leala. What a fine setup.” I smiled at her in goodbye as they led me a little farther down the cell block, to a tiny chamber on the other side—rough stone with bars in the front. “And a fine establishment for me, too. Lucky, lucky.”
The door clanged shut, and I had a moment of intense claustrophobia, squeezing my chest and curdling my stomach. I breathed deeply, trying to quell the panic, when I heard, “It’ll get easier.”
A man stood at the corner of his cell opposite me, leaning against the rough stone siding and the bars.
He saw me looking and nodded. “The first time that door slams is the hardest. It feels like your whole world is ending. But it gets easier. Eventually you look forward to coming back here. It beats the alternative.”
“I know what the alternative is, trust me, and I don’t think this beats it.” I walked in a circle, feeling the walls. Then the bars, stopping at the lock.
“I don’t want to scare you, but even if you’ve heard what the alternative is, it’s much different when you’re experiencing it.”
It turned out he was entirely right. Just not in the way he thought.
The first party—or gathering, as they were called, since apparently parties were much larger and included the dragons—was held in a smallish ballroom decked out with pillows and lounges and couches. A slew of well-dressed and colorful “regular” demons moved amongst us, choosing whom they’d like and almost always calling over a sex demon to get their intended in the mood. The sex demons didn’t even participate. There were no kinks. There weren’t even any demons who thrived off pain. It was just regular, straightforward fucking. The demons only needed a few pumps to get off, then rolled away with a satisfied smile afterward.
What the fuck was the point in that? There weren’t even any costumes!
The whole situation was entirely vanilla and, quite frankly, incredibly boring. I was fine with vanilla sex one on one—probably; it had been a while—but if everyone was in the same room, I expected an orgy. A three-way at the very least.
There was none of that, though. They didn’t even share partners!
Honestly, I couldn’t make sense of the whole thing. I couldn’t fathom why they’d bothered getting me out of my cell for it. Worse, the （unchained and supposedly free） prisoners weren’t allowed to chat with one another. We couldn’t even pass notes! How the fuck was I supposed to network and get information if I couldn’t speak to anyone?
And how the fuck was I going to relay all of this to Finley when dragons typically weren’t invited to the gatherings because they always tried to kill everyone?
No wonder Finley had been here so long with very little to show for it. The situation was stacked against us.
We needed to vastly increase the level of debauchery. The regular demons needed a good goosing. It was the only way we were going to get anywhere.
After a quick meeting with Leala in the dungeons after the third gathering, which elicited gasps and shocked horror and some serious judging from the other prisoners, we decided this place needed some shame fucking. They’d forced us into it back at the castle, and it was time to return the favor.
Happy birthday, Dolion, you colossal prick. We’re going to ruin the whole lot of you for any sort of sexual normalcy for years to come. Enjoy the therapy.
Now, the thing about getting shame fucking going was that you had to start small. It was like pushing a big boulder downhill—you had to be patient while it got going. But once that fucker started rolling, you just had to stand back as it moved faster and faster until there was no stopping it.
I was the guy who was going to give that boulder a shove.
Thank the goddess I had come, because Finley badly needed me.
This bitch was about to go down.
Leala
I lay on the couch with a satisfied smile and draped my arms over the back, pushing my breasts into the air. The nipple clamps tightened between them, sending a shot of pain through me that flowered into delicious, glorious pleasure. I moaned and dropped my head as a flat-faced demon with large black horns bent over me, looking curious and wary and uncomfortably aroused.