by Natalie Wish
“There’s a queue to the door.” Mexi hissed. “Are we going to have to wait here?”
“You have a coat,” Rogan pointed out.
“It doesn’t help when under it I’m practically naked.” Mexi gesticulated with his hand and the coat parted a little. He closed it hurriedly and plastered his face into Xanran’s chest, hiding himself. He could see the tips of his pointed ears growing red. So adorable. He put his arm around him, closing him in the safety of his embrace.
“It seems the crowd is shrinking rapidly, so I don’t think we will have to wait long,” he assured him. “But feel free to stay glued onto my pecs for the whole night, baby.”
Mexi grumbled something into Xanran’s body, but stayed pressed into him, until it was their turn.
The Wicked Delights looked more like a mansion then a Pleasure House and that was because it held a different role. Selling sex wasn’t the main offer there; it was a place to socialize with other enthusiasts of more... interesting proclivities. There were parties, and shows, even talks, and lessons, but what was the most important for their goal: there was a lot of carnal pleasure practiced there.
They were invited inside a beautiful door, decorated with naked dancing nymphs. A man, with a pink slightly glowing magical flower mark on his forehead, and a stocky male of impressive build, welcomed them in.
“Welcome to the Wicked Delights. I don’t think I have seen you before... first time?” the delicately looking human asked.
“Yes,” Xanran answered sending him a smile. “We are new in this town, but we have heard a lot of good words about this place.”
“We pride ourselves on making our patron’s stay the most pleasurable,” the man murmured in a sultry tone. “You can settle yourselves in the waiting room and read through the rules. Once you accept those and pay the admission fee, you will be able to enter the main area. Just one thing before you go there: there are no magical items allowed inside, so we have to check if you have any. If you have anything on you it can be left in one of our protected vaults.”
Xanran winced in his mind but kept the smile on his face.
“Surely there has to be some allowance for, you know... magical toys?” He groped Mexi’s ass and the young elf jumped and squeaked.
“I’m afraid that we do not make such allowances. There are toys provided for play inside and some magical ones can be specially requested. But no outside magic is allowed in.”
Shit, there went their plan. Not only did they have to get the magical device from Vitorous onto the premises, but Mexi wouldn’t be comfortable exposing his brands, which would happen if he had to leave the ring that hid them.
“Please, give us a moment,” he smiled apologetically at the majordomo and pulled his group to the side, so that they could whisper furiously.
“I don’t think we can get anything past them without a plan...” Xanran started. “...but it would be useful to check out this place if we plan to try again another day.”
“Are you suggesting that we should go in without Mexi?” Saainren asked.
“I’m suggesting I should go in alone.” Xanran answered. Seeing the faces of his companions he rolled his eyes. “Come on, guys. It’s not like it’s a dangerous, disreputable place. I will be fine.”
Reluctantly they all agreed and Xanran strode back to the majordomo. Painfully aware of the lack of the magical collar around his neck.
“My friends will come back another night, but I would like to try the famed pleasures for myself.” He winked at the small elf, who looked nonplussed at the flirty words.
“Very well. Please stand here and you will be scanned for magic.” The man indicated an magical array painted on the floor.
Xanran entered expecting to pass, but the array quickly turned red.
“Sir,” The attendant’s voice took a hard edge. “You still have magic on you.”
“Shit.” Xanran lifted his hand and stared at the magical tattoo there. He forgot about the magical brand from the dungeon!
“Oh... Is that...?” The huge man, who previously stayed silent as a stone asked with something like awe and both of the men zeroed in onto Xanran’s wrist.
“You have the mark!” the elf exclaimed. “Ah, sorry, sir, I didn’t know, please forgive me.” He bowed deeply to Xanran. “Of course, you can enter.”
He cast an unsure glance at the rest of Xanran’s companions, hesitating what to do with them.
“Does the mark give some privileges here?” Rogan asked and unceremoniously showed his own. “Because we all have one.” He paused. “Well, some have two.”
“Really? All of you?” The bulky guard seemed impressed. “We haven’t had anyone who is marked in nearly a year and now four? Ha! This will be a good party. It’s a shame I’m on duty tonight.”
“Ehem,” the elf coughed slightly, looking reprovingly at the other man who shrugged, unrepented and visibly still excited, bouncing on his feet. “Yes, sirs. The Marked are considered esteemed guests and have special privileges. It is an honor to have you here. If I could see the other marks...?” He turned to Mexi and Saainren who let him see their wrist tattoos, marking them as a sub and a Dom.
“Wonderful. We have a system familiar to the marks in place, but of course non-magical and temporary. The patrons in the know will be aware of the meaning of your tattoos but keeping to our more recognizable standard is advised. Please take a moment to familiarize yourself with the rules of the club.” he gestured for them to sit down in the provided cozy area and handed each a scroll with a code of conduct for Wicked Delights. Xanran had a suspicion that they should already be handed to a different employee, as the small elf’s absence at the entrance was causing the people in the queue to wait, but the man was personally seeing to them.
It was nice to see some unexpected perks of The Trial. It seemed Vitorous wasn’t joking when he said he once had a whole Order dedicated to The Dungeon and what happened there.
He took a seat and studied the provided scroll. Some of it were general rules of behaviour they were already taught by Mexi, but there were some interesting guidelines and prompts just for this place.
For example, each person inside the club was marked. The employees had pink signs on their foreheads that differed in shape depending on their role. Xanran glanced at the majordomo, who still hovered nearby. According to the scroll the small flower on his head meant he was a part of the general staff; bartenders, cleaners, greeters, waiters, and such. The other mark, an outline of a shield, that he could see on the giant man’s face, marked him as a guard. Their role was not only to provide the physical protection and to handle unruly patrons, but to monitor the acts in the Wicked Delights to ensure everything was safe, sane and consensual, and to give guidance if they were asked for it. The third mark, a simple circle which Xanran hadn’t see around yet, was for the performers, teachers, and other contractors who didn’t work for the club everyday.
And the patrons were marked at the wrist, to let the others see which role they preferred.
After finishing reading the scrolls, they approached the true entrance to the den of debauchery and were waved through without paying after they got another set of marks.
It was basically a repeat of what they already had just in color, and not the inky black of the tattoo - a red line of temporary magic on the right wrist for a Dom, and a blue one on the left for a sub. Xanran got both of his to curl just above his tattoos. You could also get white if you didn’t want to play and green if you were fresh on the so-called scene and unsure where your predispositions laid. It was a pretty neat system, he had to admit.
Inside, they were greeted by a series of rooms to choose from. Xanran heard music on the right so he went that way and discovered an area dedicated to dancing. While some of the clothes certain people wore wouldn’t be proper to wear at a usual party there wasn’t anything illicit going on. In fact, the whol
e of the ground floor was dedicated to entertainment of non-sexual nature.
From what he read on the scroll Xanran knew the floors above held rooms for private hire and invite only events. But the lower floors... Xanran couldn’t wait to see what happened there and hurried the others, making them follow him.
Underground it was a different world. Xanran didn’t even know where to look.
A girl squeezed past him in a costume with bunny ears. A man presented his marks from a hard whipping proudly. Yet another one was sporting a collar, like Xanran did before he had to take it off.
“Saainren, give me back my collar!” he demanded, making grabby hands.
The blonde looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“Maybe I should keep it, if that’s how you ask for it,” his Dom stated.
Ooops, he forgot himself for a moment.
“Please, sir, can I have the collar?” Xanran pleaded, not above fluttering his lashes at the other man to get what he wanted.
“You know he is going to make trouble. You should collar him, so everybody knows he is your trouble,” came the unexpected help from Rogan.
Saainren sighed.
“I suppose you are right. Maybe the collar will remind you how to behave, pet,” Saainren said and reached for the magically enchanted strip of leather.
Xanran bared his neck in an offering and soon deft fingers locked him in again. He breathed with relief, feeling unanchored without the collar that became his nearly constant companion.
“Hey, Mexi, you should ditch the coat,” Xanran deflected the attention from himself by turning it to his elf companion.
“I’m already regretting agreeing to this,” a heartfelt groan of misery left Mexi’s throat, but he made for the side of the room where guests could leave their coats and other things.
The long wide coat opened and Xanran stepped forward to help the smaller man. Freeing him from his cover was like unwrapping a gift, because beneath it...
An intricate set of white lacy underwear was uncovered, to the appreciative murmurs from other guests. Xanran pushed the coat at Rogan, who scowled, but took all of their things to arrange the storage. That left Xanran free to run his hands over the bra hugging Mexi’s small pecs and the tempting underwear, set low on his hips. Both pieces framed him beautifully, but the crown jewel was under the sparse clothing. He pulled back, so that he could see Mexi’s ass and yes, there, buried deep inside him was a pulsing light. The magical device that would power the Dungeon. He pressed lightly on the enchanted jeweled plug through Mexi’s panties to hear the elf’s whimper at the pleasure. At this point he wasn’t sure if the device needed to be in this form or if Vitorous was fucking with them. He told them some spiel about better transfer of magical essence and amplification of energy, but honestly, he wouldn’t put it past that horny fuck to use the magical science as an excuse to just have his fun.
“Enough!” Mexi slapped his hand back. “I want to take a look around first, so keep your hands to yourself,” he warned and Xanran put his hands up as if saying ’who? Me?’ and blinked innocently at the sub.
“Reconnaissance, then fun,” Saainren agreed.
“But he is so pretty.” Xanran sighed dramatically. “How can I stop myself from touching this beauty?”
“Saainren will help you with that,” Rogan, who just returned, snarked at him and Xanran realized the definitive ’will’ a bit to late, when his arms were already yanked behind him and the rope was being looped around them.
“Hey, no fair!” Xanran protested, but Rogan moved behind him to keep his hands still as the prince finished his work, so he just slumped forward, knowing his struggling would amount to nothing.
Mexi put his tongue out at him. That brat!
“If you behave, I will remove the restraints later. If you don’t... I will keep adding ropes until you can’t move and are doomed to only watch,” Saainren’s strict tone promised. Or threatened. Yeah, it was probably a threat, though Xanran wasn’t sure if he would consider a more elaborate incident, similar to when they were playing with Mexi in a corset and he wasn’t allowed to touch, a true punishment.
It was all a part of their play and if this place would bring Saainren’s cruel streak to the surface... Xanran would be the first to loudly complain, but the last to actually have a problem with it.
“Yes, sir,” he answered in a perfectly polite tone, but with a hint of unruliness, still undecided which way he wanted to go.
Saainren huffed, as if he had seen right through him, before he turned on his heel and they all followed after him. The prince led them to one of the rooms to the side, as they started exploring. The blond opened the door and took an automatic step in before he properly took in what was inside.
Xanran jerked in his bonds as their leader was lifted off his feet.
He eyes widened in surprise, his jaw hanging open as he watched the bizarre scene inside the room.
There were people floating in the air. Some just talking, some tousling playfully and others... Xanran didn’t know such positions were possible. They certainly weren’t in normal circumstances.
“They enchanted a whole room?” Rogan asked a rhetorical question from his side.
Just then, Saainren floated back to the ground.
“How was it? Is it fun?” Mexi asked eagerly and Xanran echoed him:
“Yeah! Is it fun? I want to try it too!”
“It was... interesting,” Saainren graced them with an answer and a slight upturn of his lips. “What a pity you won’t be able to maneuver properly with your hands tied like that.”
Xanran gasped with outrage. That was a punch below the belt! So mean!
“Come along now.” The prince took hold of his tied hands and pushed him forward towards the next of the rooms. He cast a glance at Mexi, hoping to share a commiserating look, but got a pout instead, that clearly said ’it’s your fault I can’t have fun!’ and wilted a little.
And thus, the decision was made. Alright, he would try to be a good boy today, so that later he and Mexi could have their fun in the anti-gravity room.
They approached the next door and this time Saainren looked in before he stepped into the room. It was mostly people talking, sprawled on comfortable chaises, or sitting in inviting, cozy armchairs. The floor was covered in a thick plush rug, that looked soft to the touch.
It better be soft, seeing as there were people kneeling on it, Xanran thought. He could easily imagine himself in the place of a scarred dwarf, lounging comfortably at his master’s feet. Or in the position of the girl with a head full of braids, who looked adoringly up at her lover, her head planted on the other girl’s thick thighs.
It looked like a nice place to wind down and have a pleasant conversation, but alas there wasn’t much of energy producing going on there, so they moved along.
They found more and more interesting places; some captivating Xanran’s imagination with the décor, others with possibilities offered by the implemented clever magic, or giving him ideas based on the wanton behavior displayed by the other clients. But this room...
He went to the X shaped contraption like a moth to the flame.
There was a person strapped to it, held tightly in place, moaning thickly with every strike of the falling whip.
He observed how utterly hopeless the whipping victim was and he yearned.
He realized only after a moment of watching the intimate spectacle in front of his eyes, that Mexi was equally fascinated by the display and joined Xanran in admiring it. When their other two companions neared after inspecting the room and the plethora of painful delights it had to offer Xanran was ready to plead his case, but Mexi beat him to it:
“I think there’s a lot of energy here, we should use it.”
Saainren looked at the elf like he was deducing if he really believed this was the best place to start their mission, bu
t in the end, he decided it was good enough, as he said:
“Very well. I gather you would like to use this contraption when it’s free?” The prince gestured to the source of their fascination.
“Yes! Yes, please! They have whips to borrow here so you can choose whatever you like!” Mexi enthused with a bright smile.
“How about you do that?” Saainren proposed.
Mexi blinked but took it in stride.
“Sure!” he chirped, and they followed him eagerly, to see what he would pick. “Hmm, this one has a good heft. It will feel so good on my skin,” Mexi nearly purred as his eyes roved on the multiple implements he could use.
Saainren hugged him from behind and placed his chin on the smaller elf’s shoulder.
“I rather thought you may like to pick a whip you could use. After all, back then you mentioned you would like to show us all how to wield a whip in a more practical manner. Xanran would be a good canvas to show off your skills, don’t you think?”
The breath in Xanran’s lungs stopped for a moment.
Oh.
Damn.
He locked eyes with Mexi and grinned at him like a proper dragon, sharp teeth and a dangerous smile.
“You heard our master. Be a good boy and wreck me, kitten.”
Mexi’s hand tightened on the whip before he put it back and Xanran’s confidence waned a little. Didn’t he want to do it anymore...? But Mexi was just exchanging one whip for another. He made his pick and sent Xanran a smile that was an antithesis of his own; all pure joy and sweetness, almost innocence.
That was the man who was going to beat him bloody. A fellow sub, smiling so prettily while he was holding a weapon that was used to punish crimes.
Xanran shuddered in delight.
He couldn’t wait.
∞∞∞
Saainren was the one to strap Xanran to what the other patrons called a cross. He tightened the bonds and made sure the dragon was securely held, his legs and hands spread, facing away from them with only his collar on his naked body. He ran a possessive hand down his yet unmarked back and felt the delicious shudder that went down Xanran’s spine.