Chapter Six

She turned off the shower and enjoyed the thick, fluffy towel on her skin. Drin was very careful with the towel and all drops of moisture. It wasn’t that she was delaying leaving the bathroom, but she was totally delaying leaving the bathroom.

Drin jumped when Vikor came in. He muttered, “Stop stalling. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen... what the hell is that?”

He gripped her shoulders and turned her, tracing his fingers down the bruising. “Who did this?”

“Altercation in the cells. Angry Agnes lives up to her name.” She remained still. “I make human women very angry. That’s where I lost all the power.”

He growled again, and this time, there wasn’t fabric to get between him and the way her body reacted to the sound. He was still wearing his suit.

He was supposed to be doing the inspections.

He traced the marks. “You were slammed up against the bars.”

She nodded. “I was. And then, I started fighting back.”

He trailed his fingers over the marks. “The on-duty officer didn’t come out for it?”

“Sure. He watched. Varun’s orders.”

He growled, and this time, it only made her a little horny.

“I can heal it, but you won’t like how.”

“I need to put clothes on, and you need to go to work.” She kept her voice stern.

“I have been asked to keep you here until noon.”

“By whom?”

“Judge Techor. And Klauz. We are all going to have a meeting.”

“A meeting?” She remembered Arcady mentioning how they had ganged up on her in a meeting. “No one has slept with me. There is no reason for a meeting.”

He chuckled. “We are willing to do things out of order. In case you wonder, we were all your patrons.”

She froze. “Ohmygod.”

“You met all of our needs, perhaps not in the conventional way, but none of us were unsatisfied when you left. We told Zera as much.”

She blinked. “Zera? I thought it would be Arcady who did the calls.”

“Arcady called the folk she didn’t know well, as did Zera. We all asked a few questions and had them answered, but they will be discussed with you when the others get here.”

Her hands were limp, and she felt the towel slipping. He tugged it free. “Are you injured anywhere else?”

“No.”

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. So, you can heal?”

“Oh, I can, or I make a substance that can, if you prefer, heal your tissues, but I might need some help producing the substance.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. “You have got to be kidding.”

He grinned, his huge head and rams horns near her. “I am not kidding. I talked with Kritz. His body produces the biological basis for all of Arcady’s upgrades.”

She shivered. “I can deal with the pain for now.”

He stroked her chin. “You don’t want to upset the other two by having them come here and find you coated in my cum.”

She nodded. “It might give the wrong impression.”

He chuckled. “Fine. I will get you some painkillers.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“You say that a lot. You should not ever be in pain unless it is mutually agreed upon beforehand.”

“That is a weird qualifier.”

He grinned. “I have been in charge of Hell for quite some time. The things I have gotten into will spin your mind, and you might even want to try some.”

She blinked. “Aren’t there women who are already into this out there?”

He pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck. “Ah, pet. You are already into my favourite parts.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and arched her neck while growling in her ear. He stroked his fingers against her, and as he growled against her lobe, she felt the surge of wetness sliding over his fingers. “That is an excellent start. Tie you up, tie you down. Remove your instinct to flee and fight and see what is left.”

She whimpered. “What should be left?”

“If we take your panic and pain? Pleasure and confidence should be left. I will only be satisfied when you can walk out of here in the chains I provide you with and not flinch when strangers stop and stare.”

His slick fingers circled against her, and she put her hands on his wrist. He whispered what he wanted, and she reached back and put her hands on the back of his neck, exposing herself to his touch completely.

“Good, pet. Pretty pet.” He crooned it in her ear. “You respond so quickly. I can only imagine how it will feel when I am fucking you and your hips are rocking like this.”

“Pretty sure you are not going to fit.”

His hips were pressed against her, and she was doing math in her head.

He chuckled. “You will. We just have to work at it. Toys, vibrators, tongues, fingers, whatever it takes.”

She arched into the fingers that had just grazed her clit and moaned low and long. Her thighs were shivering, and he continued the slow massage until her knees buckled, and she shook as he held her with her release pulsing through her.

Drin slumped, and he released his grip on her sex to wrap an arm around her waist. He gnawed gently on her neck, and she shivered again. “Let’s get you dressed and into bed. You need some rest, but I am far too tempted to keep playing with you. It’s not as effective, but I have some healing cream based on my contributions.”

“Yes. Please. This particular pose makes them more apparent.”

“I can’t wait to see you in all kinds of poses. You do get my artistic side going.” He kissed her neck as he released her hair. “Your hair really is perfect for this. It is soft and silky yet sturdy.” He murmured, “There is nothing about you that I don’t like.”

She found that hard to believe, but it was when he let her hair go that she collapsed. He caught her and lifted her, walking her out of the bathroom and into a large but bright bedroom. He set her on the bed and smiled. “I will be right back.”

She flopped face down and let fatigue sweep her away. She came out of her doze as something was rubbed into her back. It began to warm her muscles, and he tucked her under the top sheet.

He smoothed her hair across the pillow, kissed her cheek, and then left her to rest. She wondered how long she had. She got a feeling that the clock had started ticking the moment she signed up for the BDC.

Sleeping was her only option. Maybe when her head was clearer, she could forget one of the worst days of her life. At least she had warned Shisha and Vaken that today was the day Captain Varun found out about them.

She had tied Shisha’s money up and made sure that Vaken had friends in the community. Hopefully, she wouldn’t run, but she would be on her own if she did. You could only help someone so long. Eventually, they had to make up their minds for themselves.

A slightly rough hand caressed her cheek, and she grumbled and tried to turn away from it. A familiar voice murmured, “Oh, no, Drin. You have to get up and get dressed. The others are waiting for you in the living room.”

She turned toward the voice and winced when she saw Ekron. She pulled the sheet up toward her breasts, and he chuckled.

“You are the sweetest little pet, and Vikor knows how to treat you to bring you out, little muse.”

She grumped. “I am not that little. Is there a shirt around here or something?”

Ekron smiled. “I brought something along that will fit.”

She was wary. “You did?”

He lifted the bag from a fancy salon. “And some shoes. There are a few more outfits I picked up. It is rather fun being your personal shopper. The staff of the shops certainly made a fuss. Apparently, you are a very lucky girl.”

“May I have the clothing, please sir?”

He smiled. “I like that. I wonder what else I can get you to call me?”

He handed her the bag, and she tucked the sheet under her arms as she opened the bag and pulled out a low, wide box. She set it down and opened it, Ekron watching with a smirk. He looked human if you could get past his astonishing eyes.

She pulled the gown out and could only say one thing. “Oh.”

He chuckled. “When Vikor explained the size change, I started looking for shops specializing in lacing.”

She looked at him. “I never thought of that.”

He smiled. “Sometimes, someone has to look at you to see the problem.”

She lifted the gown and slid it over her head, tugging it into place. It flowed loose around her, and then, Ekron said, “Now stand in front of me, Drin.”

She slid out of Vikor’s bed and stood in front of Ekron. He grabbed the laces that ran down the gown in six spots and tightened it up, turning her to turn the loose silken gown into a formfitting structure.

He smiled. “I have been wanting to see you in something tight.”

She scrunched her toes in the carpet. “Are there any shoes?”

He stood up and caressed the thin straps of the gown. “There are shoes. Little ballet slippers for your tiny feet.”

“I am not small. It is just a perception filter that comes out of my activation. It increases my appeal to tall, strong dudes.”

He smiled and looked up thoughtfully. “I wonder what the purpose of that would be?”

She tightened her lips. “You know very well what it’s for.”

“With that in mind, here are your ballet flats. Did you ever take ballet lessons?”

“No. Moose don’t go to the ballet.” She repeated what her mother always told her. It was said with love, but Drin wasn’t graceful.

He paused. “That sounds like something memorized.”

“Yep. I needed to be reminded of my limitations. I got music lessons, and that was it.”

“But you dance very well. Really well. I keep watching the footage of you singing. You started showing your face then, you know. Your eyes flared rainbow, and your ears pointed. When you dated me, you never showed any signs of that.”

“Oh no. Were you mad when the BDC contacted you?”

“Fortunately, Vikor had informed me already. You still need to soothe my ego.”

“Ah. That. I am very sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Well, I meant to, but I wasn’t expecting you to grab and kiss me while your hands got a grip.”

He laughed. “Not nearly enough, but yes, I will apologize for my abrupt action. You, however, will need to do penance for that act. We will get to that later.” Ekron knelt and pulled some soft ballet slippers out of the bag. He picked up one of her feet, got the slipper on, and then put the other on the right foot.

He smiled. “They fit. Do you know what that means?”

She shook her head slowly as he stood straight and took her hand. “No.”

“It means you get four male actives all to yourself. Won’t that be fun?”

“But... I... haven’t. Not ever.”

“We are about to discuss that, but Vikor will ease you into it. He’s had a lot of practice.”

She felt extremely lonely at the thought. Just like she had when she was a teen and Vikor was her biggest crush, and he was surrounded by willing women to experiment with.

She followed along with Ekron, and when he led her into the living room, Vikor frowned and got up.

“What did you do? She’s upset.”

Vikor hugged her while Klauz and the judge watched. She kept herself relaxed but unmoving. He had offered this comfort to a bunch of women. She was sure of it. She was just one in a long line.

Vikor held her and asked Ekron. “Word for word, what were the last things you said to her.”

Ekron frowned. “I told her she would have four male actives all to herself. She said she didn’t have any experience. I said it didn’t matter, and you were very good at easing women into it.”

The judge looked at him and said, “Idiot.”

Klauz smiled and extended his hand to Vikor. “Let me have her.”

Vikor eased her into Klauz’s arms, and she was cuddled on his lap. Klauz whispered in her ear, and she nodded a few times, flicking her gaze to Vikor. She nodded again.

He stroked her neck, jaw, and collarbone before smoothing his hands over her arms. She could see her skin golding up. She felt better when he finished speaking.

Vikor sighed in relief. “Now, what did you say to her?”

Klauz nudged her.

“He was just reminding me that I am very glad he has all those years of practice behind him when he’s in the kitchen. He suggests I extend the same appreciation to you.”

Klauz nuzzled at her neck and cheek. “Good girl, pet.”

She shivered, knowing that her pebbled nipples were visible. Klauz felt really good, and he smelled like food. She buried her face against his neck, and she licked his jaw.

“I brought food, Drin.”

He barked a laugh as she shifted to straddle him and kissed him deeply, rubbing herself against him and smiling into his mouth. His hands trailed over her back and hips, and she wiggled against him, ignoring the groans from the rest of the guys.

Her stomach growled, and he chuckled again. He leaned back in the chair. “We will get you fed, and then, we will continue this.”

She licked his lower lip. “Yes, please.”

He looked at the judge. “Did you want to take her?”

Techor didn’t hesitate. He got up, wrapped her in his arms, and returned to his seat. He seemed really stiff, so she ran her hands down his torso, trailed her fingers over his arms, and pressed her face to his neck to catch his scent. He was books and leather and very, very stressed. She remembered that scent and the feel of his arms and chest. She glanced at Vikor, and he inclined his head.

She grinned and looked at the judge. She slid a hand behind his neck and urged his head toward hers. “You are too tense, Judge.”

She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, and he still was tense, so when she kissed him, he groaned. She tried to give him what he needed, but nothing she did relaxed him.

“Judge, what do you need me to do?”

He smiled wryly. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely not.”

“For this, you can keep your clothes on this time.”

He lifted her to kneel on him, then pressed his head between her breasts and breathed deeply. His arms looped around her waist and hips, but his body started relaxing. He inhaled deeply, and his lips started to move on the inside of her breast. She started to squirm against him. Her body was getting some kind of signal, and her breathing started coming faster. She remembered that he was a psychic, and the moment she acknowledged it in her mind, he surged into her thoughts, and she screamed as her body bucked against his. He had lit her up with pleasure, and waves rushed through her.

She sobbed and went limp in his arms. The judge licked the inside of her other breast, but she was shaking. The judge’s body felt relaxed against hers now. He looked at her. “Thanks for that. That is my biggest request. When I have a tense day, if I can summon you to my chambers and take the edge off, that would be tremendously helpful.”

Drin was panting, and she looked at him. “That seems doable.”

He ran his hands down to grip her ass. “And when I am off duty and we are alone, I plan to spend all night inside you, listening to your sweet moans and those devastating gasps.”

Vikor chuckled. “You might have to book nights like that.”

Ekron cleared his throat. “I wasn’t aware she would do that.”

She threaded her fingers in the judge’s hair. “I wasn’t aware he would do that, so we are even.”

He lifted his head and rested his chin on her sternum. “Your breasts smell amazing.”

“I didn’t know. I don’t get down there often.”

He grinned and exhaled slowly. “Trust me. The scent is heady. I didn’t want to freak you out by sniffing lower.”

She covered her mouth at the images that he sent her. “I am not sure that I would do that.”

He chuckled. “You would if I do it right.”

Ekron plucked her away from the judge, and that is when Klauz came in with the food. He ordered Ekron to sit on the couch, and Klauz laid out the food on the table. All nice and hot and everything that she wanted in a meal.

She squirmed to reach the spread, but Ekron held her firm.

Klauz said, “Help her eat. She’s too shaky at first to manage on her own. She eats fast, which is fuel for her, so don’t screw around.”

Ekron sat up and picked up the fork. He stabbed one of the meatballs, blowing on it before presenting it to her. She took the first bite, and it was heaven. It was soft in a creamy, buttery sauce with mushrooms, and there were a dozen more in the first tray.

She liked the way this meeting was starting.