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My head snaps up, and I look at him, half-dazed.
"Perform what? How?"
If they want me to sing or dance, even something salacious, that would be preferable to having to display other skills. They certainly wouldn't have me have sex with a real person in front of a gathering of dark elves, but I might be ordered to do something unseemly with an illusion.
Suddenly, Rhakis is on his feet. He moves so fast Honey doesn't have time to move, and he kicks her out of the way. I open my mouth to scream. In anger or in fear, I don't know and don't have the time to even figure that out before he pushes something into my mouth. I feel it burn as it dissolves on my tongue.
The fiery warmth spreads down my throat and into my belly before spreading out to my entire body. The heat starts to pull in places. Around my lips, behind my ears, the insides of my wrists, behind my knees, but most intensely my nipples and between my legs.
"What did you give me?" I ask. But it's an automated response. A question that was formed in my mind and on its way to my burning lips before the warmth had finished spreading. I don't know where it comes from, just that everyone calls it Heat for the sensation and the effect. It could be a plant or maybe just pure, perverted magic distilled.
All we know is that it acts as half sedative, half aphrodisiac. It's used to make human sex slaves more compliant. And that's what I am, a slave here about to be sold at auction to the highest bidder who will do The Thirteen knows what to me.
And the worst part, now that the Heat has taken hold of me, my mind and body are at war. I want to be revolted by the thought of some dark elf using my body for their pleasure, but my body screams for it.
Rhakis just grins at me and then calls the guards in to take me away. I gasp as their hands seize my sensitized skin. I want to struggle, but my body wants them to touch me more. I hate how much I want it.
35
KRAL ISHIRAYA
Iimmediately regret agreeing to go out with this bunch. I linger at the back of Carisu’s pack of overly loud friends. They’re rough and obscene and vulgar. I wrinkle my nose as one of them jostles into me, looking across their playful punches with a bored expression.
I want nothing more than to go home, but they keep talking about how the place is full tonight and how much fun they are having. They laugh in a way I’ve never been able to, and for a moment, I just watch them.
People have told me before that it’s weird when I do that, but I forget. I lose myself in evaluating them, trying to understand something I have no means to, when Carisu leans over to me.
“You have to stop staring at them like you might murder them,” he murmurs.
“I won’t. I lack the passion to do something like that. You know this.” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Yeah, that emotionless stare is what freaks people out. Just try to keep your face neutral and not stare at anybody too hard.” He slaps me on the back. “Let’s get you a drink and loosen up, eh? We’re going up to the VIP lounge.”
I choose not to tell him that I have no interest in going to the top floor of this building I’m being dragged through. Floor after floor exposes all that the L’amouer has to offer.
I swallow back how little I want to push through this building, seeing only reminders of why I had never come here before. In fact, I had always avoided this place because while others see fun, I see a mess that I don’t want to touch me.
The L’amouer boasts its abundance of humans to torment or screw, but it makes no sense to me. The hours of rutting don’t bring me satisfaction, especially when I can fulfill my needs with a willing elf.
It seems that I am the only one that doesn’t derive any pleasure from bullying these humans, and I have to assume it is because of my distance from emotions. No matter what it is, I know that I won’t be having any fun tonight.
I make a mental note to bring this up to my brother. It’s proof that I’m making an effort, even if everyone gives me a wide berth. I think they can feel how different I am if they don’t recognize me first, and I don’t mind. It’s better than being brushed up against naked bodies that I wish I didn’t have to be near.
I recoil from the humans in the halls, many attached to elves using them for the night. I’ve always avoided the creatures since they came. I have plenty of servants already, and I’ve found no need to deal with the new race that everyone has exploited.
Don’t be mistaken. I don’t care what other people do. That’s none of my business. I just keep away from them, and until tonight, that’s gone fairly well.
My cousin has now thrust me into the throngs of these humans, the L’amouer being full of them. On top of that, the smell of semen, sweat, and urine saturates the air, and while the others comment on the activities available for the night causing these scents, I just feel dizzy.
I don’t know how it’s not affecting them, but I need fresh air. It’s the only thing that keeps me moving up through the floors as the stenches grow and the entertainment turns even more twisted.
Relief bursts through me as we arrive at the VIP box. It’s on the upper floor, and it’s so exclusive that few people are up here. The guys are so excited they don’t seem to notice as I hang back.
I let them go into the room while I linger in the hallway. The air out here isn’t tainted, and for a moment, I want to cleanse my senses.
It’s really been a waste of a night, and I question again why I even bothered to come out. I know my brother would never force me into anything, but I want to appease him.
Honestly, I thought by now I wouldn’t be upheld to traditional standards. Having a social life isn’t reasonable for someone like me, and I thought that others would have seen that by now. It doesn’t appear to be that way, though, so I find myself considering my options, of whether I’ll join Carisu and his friends or head home and send him a Zagfer to tell him.
