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I loop my arm through hers. “And me.”
“Is everyone already there?” she asks, glancing around. “The castle is oddly empty.”
“Everyone has left and is awaiting royalty,” Raiden announces, flying through the air before landing in front of us. He grips the door handle and swings it open. “Your carriage awaits.”
“Carriage? What are you—” I need a moment to process what I am seeing. “Icebergsa’s,” I whisper, completely beside myself when I see six of the creatures stomping on the firegrass.
“You got them?” Rarity asks Nyx, running up to the horse-like creatures.
“I did. They are ours and will listen to us. I made sure of that. You said you wanted them. I got them. And what better way to arrive at a ball?” Nyx tugs on the sleeves of his suit. He grunts, tugging the collar next. “This thing is terrible.”
“Do you have enough room for your wings, My Dove?” I lean back to check, but they seem fine.
He flexes them. “They are fine. It’s everything else. The fabric around my thighs is too tight. The sleeves are itchy. The collar is strangling me.”
“Now you know how we feel when you collar us with your hands,” Rarity mumbles, causing Raiden to trip over his own feet.
“I really need to get used to this or I’m going to end up accidentally walking off a cliff if I manage to listen to the lot of you.”
I press my lips together to keep from laughing and he murmurs a few things I cannot understand as he steps up onto the seat, sitting next to the driver who is trained in controlling Icebergsa’s. He is not a dragon nor is he an elf. The shells of his ears are jaded, and he has dark blue skin with black and red stripes. I want to ask what he is. The question is on the tip of my tongue, yet I refrain.
That would be a very rude question.
Nyx opens the carriage door. “Every time I wrap my hands around your throats, you don’t seem to mind, My Darling Jewel.”
Rarity takes the offered hand and lifts herself onto the small step to climb in the circular carriage. It is black on the outside with the same color hues as Nyx’s scales.
“It is made from the lands where I was born,” he explains, being a gentleman to help me into the carriage.
“It is lovely.”
“No, it’s fine, you two are lovely.” He follows behind me, slamming the door, then knocks on the wall to let them know we are ready to go.
The inside is very different than the outside of the carriage. Lining the floors, cushions, and walls is a beautiful shade of purple. Small lamps hang on either side of the doors, giving usjust enough light to see each other. Nyx looks so handsome in the slight glow reflecting off his cheeks.
He yanks the bowtie from his neck and flicks the top button while keeping his legs spread so he can be comfortable. Something about how he sits has me wanting to crawl on top of him. Spreading his legs like that is an open invitation.
He lifts a dark, groomed brow. “See something you like, Treasure?” Nyx unclasps another button, showing more of his shimmering onyx chest.
Rarity’s hand wraps around my upper thigh, nearly touching the tip of my cock.
This night is going to kill me.
I stare down at Rarity’s hand, her thumb rubbing back and forth. I groan, licking my dry lips. “I see many things I like, and both are in the carriage, driving me insane.”
“I like you on the edge of insanity. It has you…” he waves his hand in the air before raking it through his hair. “Razzled. Usually, you are so put together. I enjoy seeing you like this.”
An explosion to the left brightens the carriage. I look out the window to see a swirling tornado of fire, lightning crackling the sky, orange veining through the clouds.
“It doesn’t move?” Rarity questions, leaning across my lap and my eyes fall to her cleavage spilling from the low-cut dress.
Heat tempts my blood again, taunting me to lie her across the bench and bury my cock inside her cunt.
“No, they stay just like that. They do no harm,” Nyx explains, his eyes following Rarity as she pulls away.
Rarity gasps when snow slams against her side of the carriage. My castle can barely be seen through the blizzard. We pass the iced bridge, following an untraditional path.
To the left, The Flaming Forest burns. The trees are charred, the branches are dead, the grass swirls with every individual flame. A few creatures stand in the middle of the field, chewingon the grass. Their bodies are translucent with one long singular horn in the middle of their forehead.
