by S. A. Parker
A blonde lady with a sweet face and purple wings arrives, requested tool in one hand, bottle of bubbly in the other.
“Your pickaxe, milady,” she says, quirking a brow and placing it on the table. She then pours bubbles into a sparkly flute, leaving the bottle on the table next to my axe. “Will there be anything else?”
“Yes, one more thing.” I take a gulp of wine and give her my cheeriest smile. “I wonder, do you have anything really cute for me to wear?”
“Of course, milady. You’re a guest of the Day God, you can have whatever you like. Are you after anything in particular?”
I nod and do a twirl. “Something that hugs my above average arse.”
Her gaze flicks to the pickaxe, then back to my face, likely internally questioning my sanity before slipping off to ‘find me something suitable’.
I drain my glass then refill the fucker, already feeling the effects of the super sweet strawberry wine. Swaying to the beat of my own tune, pickaxe in hand, I narrow my gaze on a particularly pretty area of floor to chip away at with my new favourite ‘tool’.
Bastards.
It could just be the wine goggles, but I look hot. I give myself another admiring once over then prance out of the room in my silver sequined number, catching the light from the Fae orbs scattered about the place, making me look like a glittery hormonal star.
When my little blonde helper saw the fist sized piece of floor I was carting around, she got me a sweet little handbag with a long strap so that it can hang over my shoulder. It’s pretty fucking heavy. Even so, it’s good to have my contingency plan on my person, until I find somewhere to stash it, of course.
Glancing in one of the large hall mirrors, I give the little bag holding my contingency plan a pat, then do an unsteady twirl to get a better view of my sparkly lady lump.
Ohh yeah … my arse looks damn fine.
I sashay down the hall, trying to remember how to get to the kitchen, clasping the bottle of leftover wine in my unsteady hand. The alcohol seems to have muddled my memory, but I figure if anyone knows how to have a good time in this kingdom, it’ll be Nex. He looks young enough to know the beat of the place. If I could only find that fucking kitchen …
It crosses my mind that I may have lost all sense or reason, and I’m possibly being led by my hormonal uterus, but I dismiss the thought fairly quickly. It’s killing my drunken vibe.
I stumble across an opulent doorway. Hearing Sol’s booming voice behind it, I press my ear to the door; ignoring the two guards with massive grey wings stationed either side, watching me with cocked brows.
Must be the room they’re entertaining their favourite blowjobs in, at least until they leave for dinner with daddy dearest.
Before the guards can react, I shove the door open, swaying into the room like I own the place, catching the attention of four tight faced Sun Gods … and four frowning blowjobs.
“Dell … what are you doing?” Sol asks, eyeing me up and down, his gaze coming to rest on the bottle dangling from my hand.
I hiccup.
“Are you drunk?”
I shrug. “Maybe. I’m going out. I’m not staying locked in your sparkly tower while the four of you hang out with your blowjobs.” I gesture to said blowjobs, who look at me like I’m a terrible inconvenience to their fellatio business.
Sol looks like he’s about to explode out of his God gear.
I roll my eyes, taking another swig of my wine, though I then realise the fucker might very well be empty. I turn it upside down, open my mouth, poke my tongue out, and shake the bottle.
Nothing.
Throwing the girls a wink, I circle the rim of the bottle with my tongue before lowering the bottle to peer down its neck, confirming the solemn fact that it is, indeed, empty.
“Damn,” I slur, frowning. I put the bottle on a nearby table, then stumble over to a handsome man, clad in a faultless white suit, bearing a tray laden with numerous glasses of the bubbly sweet stuff. “Yummy,” I say, running a finger down his lapel and snatching a glass off the tray. I feel something tug at my conscience but push it aside. Giving the man my biggest smile, I thank him for the wine and turn back to the others.
I might be a bit tipsy, but I know exactly what’s going on here … Kal’s trying to put me to sleep, the fucker.
I see them all share a look, but totally ignore it.
“Where are you going?” Aero growls, taking a tentative step towards me.
I take a gulp of my wine. “I don’t know, somewhere. Might go find myself another harem. Sol said High Fae like to share and I’m kind of hooked on the idea now.”
They give a group growl and I roll my fucking eyes, ignoring the tether that’s ‘tugging’ at my heart. I avoid looking at Drake. Besides, his cock is well and truly handled for the night by Miss Long Legs who’s hanging off him like a wayward pubic hair. A really pretty one.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I realise they probably have about thirty seconds until they have to flash off to dinner with daddy dearest.
“What if your wings come out?” Kal pleads, trying again to push on my conscience. I give him points for persistence.
I shrug. “I’ll ask someone to stroke them for me, I guess.”
Yeah, that probably wasn’t the right thing to say. Stupid drunken word vomit.
They come towards me, all four of my Gods. I take a step back. The blowjobs look super confused but, damn them, even with creased brows they’re still gorgeous fucking blowjobs.
I dodge Drake’s lunge, remarkably, because I can barely feel my feet.
He snarls. “You’re in fucking heat, Dell!”
I put my finger to my lips, eyes wide. “Oops. Think I left my essential fashion accessory behind, too.” I run my hands down my body, pretending to feel around. “Nope, definitely not there. Oh well.” I turn for the door, flick him the bird and sashay/stumble out of the room, chugging back the rest of my glass then clanking it down on the hall table.
Feeling a deep pressure squeezing my body, I laugh, looking over my shoulder at Sol, who’s standing in the hall, wide eyed and feral looking. If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d probably be frightened. “Oh, cute—you’re trying to compel me! Bye now,” I wave. “Enjoy your blowjobs!”
I take about two steps down the hall before Sol yells, “Dell, I wish for—" and they flash off into the Bright.
Hmm.
Cheeky Sun God. Good thing the invitation ward kicked in, keeping them on time for their evening out. I breathe a sigh of relief, though my heart begins to ache. I rub the bastard. “Pull yourself together!”
The men standing by the door look at me like I’m mad.
“Sorry,” I drawl. “I have an unruly womb.”
They quirk their brows, all four of them. Wait, no … six. My chest pangs again and I wobble down the hall on my barely functioning legs. Fucking heart. It’s probably hurting because Sol showed he actually does care, if he was willing to use his wish to make me stay behind …
I slap myself across the face because I’m forgetting what’s important here—the fact that I’m not their favourite fucking blowjob. I ignore the part of my actual brain telling me I haven’t even given them one yet. That doesn’t do my persuasive uterus any favours at all.
Chapter Eleven
I eventually found the kitchen, and after a bit of coaxing, Nex agreed to take me the short distance into town. He asked if we could fly, told me it’s faster, but I told him I can’t fly sober let alone drunk. I have enough faculties to know I probably would have drawn some super undue attention to my feathery lady friends.
Anyways.
He brought me to this really awesome ‘rave’. It’s basically a bunch of drunk High Fae grinding up against each other to the beat of the talented band on the podium over there, pumping out electrifying music beneath the night sky. Our only roof is the low hanging strings of glowing Fae orbs criss-crossing the darkness.
The music is speaking to my fucking soul or something, and ev
en with my heavy bag swinging at my side, banging at my hip constantly, I can’t stop dancing. I don’t even care that I’m by myself in the middle of a sweaty, feathery mosh pit … I’m having the best time of my fucked-up life! I’m swaying my hips, jumping up and down with my hands in the air, flinging my head from side to side … probably whipping some unsuspecting High Fae in the face with my hair.
I don’t care.
I’m alive.
Nex is watching from the bar, like he’s here to protect my virtue or something. It’s cute, really, that he’s under the impression I have any left to protect.
I keep waving to him, trying to encourage him to dance but he just shakes his head and pats the chair next to him, a vain attempt at getting me to sit down. Killjoy. I had high hopes for Nex being my wingman tonight, helping me hunt down my new harem.
All this perspiring has made me parched. Water, that’s what I need.
Panting, sweating and trying to keep my balance, I manoeuvre through the crowd towards the bar and Nex, only I can’t feel my feet anymore and I stumble, landing on my knees in the middle of the dance floor, falling face first into some strange man’s crotch. “Oomph.”
Firm hands grasp around my underarms, hoisting me up and out of ‘penis territory,’ thankfully, because that’s not a very nice way to say ‘hi’.
“Sorry,” I mumble, giggling. I’m not sure if I’m looking at him straight. Am I looking at him straight? “I drank a whole bottle of wine and I’ve never actually drunk alcohol before. I used to be a whore on a leash, so if I’m to be entirely honest, I’m surprised I’m still conscious.”
He lifts a brow, studying me really fucking closely. “Do you need some water, ma’am?”
“Yes, how did you know? My tongues even hanging out. See?” I point to my tongue, now dangling from the side of my mouth, noting that he’s quite good looking. Not a bad start to my new harem … I wonder how big his wings are. My womb has high expectations, probably because my heart belongs to my Sun Gods … who have super impressive wings.
Did I really just think that?
He takes my hand and leads me to the bar, creating a nice straight path for me to walk through without coming face to face with any more penises. I tell my hormonal uterus that’s a good thing, even though she’s just interested in measuring their cocks against my built-in ‘Sun God Dick Scale’ to make sure they’ll be good breeding material. She’s a picky hormonal hoe. Me? I’m just happy none of the women here are being raped or whipped for insubordination.
Seems Sol was right—things are different in the Sun Kingdoms. I smile at the thought then proceed to guzzle back an entire glass of water in one hit.
“What’s the little smile for?”
I look up at the man I’m now going to label my ‘Water God,’ because he brought me water when I was close to death by dehydration. “Can I just say, I’m very thankful for the water.” I’m pretty sure me speaking about my former Sun God harem will entirely ruin the mood we’ve got going on here.
He laughs. “You’re easy to please.”
“Yeah, I actually am. All I need is regular orgasms and I’m right as fucking rain. I’m also really good at blowjobs, apart from this one time I …” yeah, probably not the best time to tell my Water God that I chewed a guy’s dick off. “We won’t go into that.”
He pales, lifts a brow, clears his throat and readjusts his pants.
I look down. Hmm, guess that’s where all the blood from his face went. Straight to his dick. Not quite Sun God impressive, but I reckon I could work with it …
My uterus isn’t so sure, and even my vagina’s having trouble getting revved up, though this guy seems kind enough …
Probably time to address the elephant in the room. “Look, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or anything but I’m—"
“In heat?”
I tilt my head to the side, looking at him with wide eyes. “Yes, great observational skills.”
He shrugs. “It’s hard to miss. Most of the men here in smelling range have one eye on you.”
“Really? I had no idea. Though it’s hard to know these things when you’re seeing double.” I scrunch my eyes up, trying to focus on said ‘room of guys’, and fail miserably. Probably because I’m no longer seeing double—it’s more like triple, or quads. “Surely there are plenty of women here in heat though?”
He shakes his head. “Usually they keep out of places like this during that time … unless they’re out to mate.”
Righty-fucking-oh.
I feel a tug on that golden heart tether, making my chest ache in response. I sigh, looking around for Nex. Where the hell is he? Maybe this was a bad idea. But my men are off having fun with their blowjobs. I reach down and pat my little bag, making sure it still contains my contingency plan.
“Hey.” My Water God tucks his knuckle under my chin, tilting my face up. “Come and have a sit with me around the edge somewhere. We can have another drink?”
I think about it for a moment before nodding. Maybe that’s what I need … another drink.
He gestures to a spare table a little out of the way, next to one of the main exits. I weave through the crowd, stumbling a few times and almost landing face first into the edge of a chair, though I manage to make it to the table without knocking out a canine. I take a seat and wait for my Water God to join me with our drinks, using the time to rest my head on the sparkly table.
It’s not until he makes his way back over, balancing both of our expensive looking cocktails that are bright fucking orange, that I realise I might be out of my depth here—because another drink might just have me passing the hell out. Even so, I smile and take a sip, because I don’t want to seem ungrateful.
He watches me as I fiddle with my little wooden straw. “You know, you’re a beautiful woman … but I suspect most of your beauty is on the inside.” He throws me a wink. “What can I call you?”
It may make my skin crawl, but that gets the attention of my randy fucking uterus … she loves that shit. And to be honest, it’s nice to feel her actually respond to someone other than my Sun Gods. It solidifies their statement that I do actually have a choice about who I mate with.
“Dell.” I take another sip. “Yours?”
“Rogue.” He takes a sip of his drink too, avoiding the little chode straw entirely.
I frown at my own straw—I should probably do the same. Don’t want to come across suggestive or anything.
I don’t realise I’m leaning into him until he chuckles, threading his arm around my waist. “You okay?”
“Mhm. Just sleepy … think I’ve had too much to drink.”
He clears his throat. “You can stay at mine tonight.”
“That sounds nice. Sleep sounds nice.”
He shuffles me around a bit and threads his other arm under my knees, then hoists me up.
It feels like only a few seconds before the pulsing music fades and the intense lights disappear, replaced with peaceful darkness.
One minute I’m flopping in the arms of my Water God, the next he’s frozen solid and I’m being lifted from him by a pair of firm, confident hands.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Sol’s voice.
Awww.
He sounds really fucking angry, but my wings are excited to see him and pop out faster than they ever have before. They curl around us both, fluffing themselves up and making Sol groan a little. I smile into his chest, hear a few muffled gasps, then a flash of white light lands us in Sol’s sparkly bedroom.
He’s growling and holding me so damn tightly I’m worried I might actually break.
“Ouch …” I croak.
There’s another flash of light followed by a relieved sigh or three.
“Where the hell was she? We searched the entire rave with Nex and couldn’t see her anywhere!”
“Passed out in the arms of some dick.”
I crack an eye open and see five concerned Aero’s, five brooding Kal’s and five fucked off Drakes. I rub a
t my aching heart … oops.
“How long have her fucking wings been out for?” Drake snaps.
“They popped out when I grabbed her, I had to rush her here before too many people saw. At least five did, but the fuckwit carrying her had already been compelled to turn around, so he missed the show.” He lays me down on the bed, stomach first, pulling a cover over me really fucking tenderly; curling his hands beneath my drowsy wings and lifting them so he can tuck the blanket nice and high. They do a sleepy little fluff dance to show their appreciation at having his hands all over them.
Sol peels the bag off my shoulder. I try to battle him for it, but all I achieve is flopping an arm about uselessly. He takes a peek inside the satchel and smirks, shaking his head, before closing it up and setting it on the nightstand. I try to hide my burning face with a wing.
“Aero, go into my head and get his image. I need you to find him and see what his intentions were so we can deal with him accordingly. Someone carrying a girl who’s almost unconscious out of a rave is not ok by me, whether it’s Dell or not. If his intentions were bad, he’ll be put to fucking trial.”
I groan, because he sounds so feral and serious. “He told me I was beautiful!”
They roll their eyes at me, Drake hissing like a penis serpent.
“Oh, hush. You guys had your beautiful blowjobs with you.”
“That was to fucking save you, Dell!” Drake throws his hands up as that golden tether goes a little taught. I put my hand over my heart in a pathetic attempt to hold it there. “Fucking hormones. If I’m not plugging a baby up there anytime soon, maybe we need to assign her to Kal’s harem when she’s in heat next time. Isn’t that what women usually do to keep themselves safe? Have little ‘fertile sleepovers’ where they all moan and bitch about their overactive hormones, and don’t re-emerge for thirty-six hours until they’re all back to fucking normal?”
I should probably be offended by that comment, but it actually sounds fun. I smile into my pillow. “Sign me up, I recently learnt the majority of them prefer females. They’d probably give me wingasms and take really good care of me.”