He didn’t budge, his hold too strong for me to break. Two staircases on either side of the cavernous space curved up to a landing above. He took a left, bypassing the stairs, and walked deeper into the castle, toward a set of closed double doors painted white. A dull thump vibrated through the air, pierced with occasional screams of mirth.
He kicked in the doors. Light was the first thing to hit me, glaring from what must’ve been hundreds of candles spread around the room and stuck in the crystal chandelier where light bulbs should go. I threw up my hand to cover my face as my captor walked forward. Next came the cacophony. Bawdy laughter and loud music filled the space. Frenzied movement accompanied a plethora of colors, none of them subdued. Feathers waved, and a string of what looked like beads flew across the air. Bodies gyrated to the music that must be powered by magic in some way.
Pulling my arm away, I took in more detail.
It was some kind of masquerade party. One woman wore nothing but a black feathered mask and robe. Her lips were scarlet, and her body was painted in elaborate designs, curling around her bare nipples and smeared on the inside of her thighs.
A man on the other side of the room wore a large headdress in bright fuchsia and yellow, jewels dotting the forehead and across the bridge of his nose. A large red robe draped down his front, the tie loosely knotted around his lower chest and the rest completely open. A metal ring surrounded his cock and balls, and red lines had been painted on each side of his erect penis.
Directly in front of us, two women writhed as they danced, each completely naked except for their masks, one with her fingers in the other’s mouth, and the other with her fingers in the first’s pussy.
My gaze darted to an orgy of all men in the back. It was some sort of train, with four men attached with cocks in asses and in perfect sync, ramming forward and pulling back in opposites so they all had friction. Their timing was impeccable. One premature thrust and the whole party would disentangle.
I stared in complete and utter shock. I was no prude, but…
Fuck, maybe I was a prude. The pub in my village was nothing like this. This level of debauchery was beyond anything I’d ever imagined.
“What sort of outfit are you running here?” I asked.
A man trotted across the black checkered floor, wearing cloth hooves on his hands, which he kept tight to his chest, slippers fashioned to look like hooves on his feet, and a sort of horse mask with a bridle on his head. A leather-clad woman sat in the saddle on his back, custom-designed to be worn when he was upright, giving him slaps with a riding crop. He was enjoying it, if his hard-on was any judge.
One by one, the partygoers saw us, their large smiles slipping and their movements slowing and then stopping.
The lead guy in the dick train popped himself off his caboose and turned our way. I knew instantly that it was an incubus just by his posture and the sensuous way he moved. The crowd parted before him as he made his way toward us. He took the crop off the horse rider with a knowing little smirk on his face.
“Nyfain, how good of you to join us.” His obsidian eyes sparkled with mischief and haughtiness. He stopped in front of us. “What have we here?”
He reached that crop toward my cheek. The goddess only knew where that thing had been. Whose sweaty ass it had spanked. No fucking thank you.
Before I could swat it away, the man who held me—Nyfain—kicked forward. His foot connected solidly with the middle of the incubus’s chest. The incubus flew backward with an expression of surprise mingled with pain. He hit the ground and slid across the marble, his greasy backside not allowing him the traction to stop. He bowled over the previously dancing women and into a mixed group that had stopped to watch.
“Hadriel, step forward,” Nyfain barked.
“Now, now, Nyfain.” A woman strode toward us from the side, wearing a crimson lace bustier halter with garters and no underwear. Succubus. Of course they were behind this debauchery. They fed off lust and misdeeds. “The sun has set. You have no jurisdiction here.”
“I don’t need jurisdiction, I need Hadriel. Step forward!”
“Hadriel is otherwise occup—”
“Here!” A slim man in the center right inched out of a throng of people. It was a wonder that I hadn’t noticed him earlier.
He wore a furry purple sort of…costume thing that made him look like a silly mock-up of the beast. His shaggy pants ended in black shoes that resembled hooves, kinda like the man posing as a horse. A black vee covered his pecker region, but then the costume opened up to bare the torso, exposing a couple of hairy nipples. His arms were covered with the same material as his legs, cinched up around the neck. Two stuffed horns curled up from his head.