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been ordered never to use it again, a mandate he’d followed to the letter.
Leila stroked his arm, gaining his attention. “You’re so tense. I would’ve thought our quickie before we left had fixed that.”
He shot her a look of annoyance. “Sex doesn’t fix everything.”
“Right.” She snorted. “Says the man who owns a sex resort.”
“Our guests are seeking the unusual, an escape from their troubles,” he pointed out shortly. “For most, it’s not everyday life.”
“Yet you and your brothers, former Warriors of Exodus, decided to make pleasure your business,” she mused. “Why is that, I wonder? What made you stop fighting monsters, especially when you have those wonderful, magical swords that can supposedly slay any supernatural creature, no matter how ancient its powers?”
A nasty jolt of surprise went through him as he stared at her. “Where did you hear that?” he hissed, glancing around even though they were shielded from most conversation. “Our tenure with Exodus was more than a century ago. It’s not common knowledge outside the Council.”
“From the same place I heard you were dismissed from Exodus, and all three of you were forbidden to use the swords ever again.”
Surprise gave way to a chill that slithered down his spine. “Ancient history. I can’t imagine why it would interest you.”
“A few decades isn’t so long ago. And you’re my mate! I’m interested in knowing everything about you.” Leaning in, she kissed his cheek and then looked toward the stage. “Oh, look! The show is starting.”
Thank the gods. Sex might not be a fix, but it was a refuge at times, especially from nosy questions. How the hell had the priestess learned about their banishment from Exodus? Did she know why? And how had she known of the swords’ existence when he and his brothers had done their best to let them fade into a distant memory? She’d been fishing; he was certain of it. He’d have to find out what she was after.
Turning his attention to the stage, he forced himself to uncoil and try to appreciate the display of beauty being paraded for their pleasure. Some were to be auctioned for household duties or factory work, but the prime stock destined to be used for sexual purposes was presented with a bit more fanfare. This was the case with a human male who was escorted forward and placed on a torture rack, blue eyes wide with fear. Not all of him was afraid, though, as evidenced by the rock-solid hard-on jutting from between his slender thighs.
The crowd gave a collective cheer, then began to murmur among themselves as his oiled body was stretched, his nipples clamped, and his round little ass filled with the biggest dildo Soren had ever seen. The handler worked the dildo in and out of his channel, claiming loudly that the boy was extremely sensitive and loved pain. He would come without his cock and balls ever being touched.
Minutes later, after being whipped, pinched, and ass-fucked with the toy, the boy gave a loud cry and shot ropes of pearly white cream all over the stage before slumping in exhaustion. The delighted crowd cheered again, and the bidding was opened at twenty thousand credits, which quickly soared as determined would-be masters attempted to outdo one another.
Soren had to admit that the sight caused his already aching erection a great deal of misery. Though he preferred the soft curves of a woman, beautiful bodies were meant to be enjoyed, and there wasn’t much he hadn’t done with either sex. The boy would’ve made an entertaining addition to the resort if he and his brothers believed in keeping slaves. Which they didn’t.
Thinking of Aldric’s reaction when he learned where Soren would be tonight deflated his erection more than a little. Their argument, three days ago was fresh in his mind, and he didn’t fancy a repeat should his fear turn out to be true. Maybe the witch was wrong and Helena wouldn’t be here.
As the auction went on, he kept an
Leila stroked his arm, gaining his attention. “You’re so tense. I would’ve thought our quickie before we left had fixed that.”
He shot her a look of annoyance. “Sex doesn’t fix everything.”
“Right.” She snorted. “Says the man who owns a sex resort.”
“Our guests are seeking the unusual, an escape from their troubles,” he pointed out shortly. “For most, it’s not everyday life.”
“Yet you and your brothers, former Warriors of Exodus, decided to make pleasure your business,” she mused. “Why is that, I wonder? What made you stop fighting monsters, especially when you have those wonderful, magical swords that can supposedly slay any supernatural creature, no matter how ancient its powers?”
A nasty jolt of surprise went through him as he stared at her. “Where did you hear that?” he hissed, glancing around even though they were shielded from most conversation. “Our tenure with Exodus was more than a century ago. It’s not common knowledge outside the Council.”
“From the same place I heard you were dismissed from Exodus, and all three of you were forbidden to use the swords ever again.”
Surprise gave way to a chill that slithered down his spine. “Ancient history. I can’t imagine why it would interest you.”
“A few decades isn’t so long ago. And you’re my mate! I’m interested in knowing everything about you.” Leaning in, she kissed his cheek and then looked toward the stage. “Oh, look! The show is starting.”
Thank the gods. Sex might not be a fix, but it was a refuge at times, especially from nosy questions. How the hell had the priestess learned about their banishment from Exodus? Did she know why? And how had she known of the swords’ existence when he and his brothers had done their best to let them fade into a distant memory? She’d been fishing; he was certain of it. He’d have to find out what she was after.
Turning his attention to the stage, he forced himself to uncoil and try to appreciate the display of beauty being paraded for their pleasure. Some were to be auctioned for household duties or factory work, but the prime stock destined to be used for sexual purposes was presented with a bit more fanfare. This was the case with a human male who was escorted forward and placed on a torture rack, blue eyes wide with fear. Not all of him was afraid, though, as evidenced by the rock-solid hard-on jutting from between his slender thighs.
The crowd gave a collective cheer, then began to murmur among themselves as his oiled body was stretched, his nipples clamped, and his round little ass filled with the biggest dildo Soren had ever seen. The handler worked the dildo in and out of his channel, claiming loudly that the boy was extremely sensitive and loved pain. He would come without his cock and balls ever being touched.
Minutes later, after being whipped, pinched, and ass-fucked with the toy, the boy gave a loud cry and shot ropes of pearly white cream all over the stage before slumping in exhaustion. The delighted crowd cheered again, and the bidding was opened at twenty thousand credits, which quickly soared as determined would-be masters attempted to outdo one another.
Soren had to admit that the sight caused his already aching erection a great deal of misery. Though he preferred the soft curves of a woman, beautiful bodies were meant to be enjoyed, and there wasn’t much he hadn’t done with either sex. The boy would’ve made an entertaining addition to the resort if he and his brothers believed in keeping slaves. Which they didn’t.
Thinking of Aldric’s reaction when he learned where Soren would be tonight deflated his erection more than a little. Their argument, three days ago was fresh in his mind, and he didn’t fancy a repeat should his fear turn out to be true. Maybe the witch was wrong and Helena wouldn’t be here.
As the auction went on, he kept an
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