“Clothes towear, you strange fu—”
“Perhaps I can answer both your questions at once,” Liolen murmurs, their voice like honey. The blush of their face goes deeper, or perhaps that’s the light-pink rouge playing tricks with the torchlight in the room. They let out a small sound, almost a whimper.
Then Liolen drops the gold robe to the ground at their dainty bare feet, in a flourish that has the effect of tossing the expensive garment aside.
That’s when I see the offset shadow behind Liolen. Small hands gripping those wide, womanly hips. The overliege is a tall figure, statuesque with their porcelain qualities and perfect skin. There’s a personbehindthem, previously hidden by the robe, and they are clearly not tall, because I can’t even fucking see them except for the spindly hands on either side of Liolen’s hips.
The overliege lets out a mewling grunt. Their fine eyebrows arch helplessly. “Uhhck,” they let out in a sound of constrained relief. Veins protrude along their perfect thin neck. And then their tiny, trembling cock throbs and abruptly spurts cum across the floor in front of them in thin ropes of white.
I gasp.
A squelching wet sound, as Palacia steps back from Liolen’s upright form and shyly moves to the side of the overliege. The contrast is utterly absurd, and my mates let out various sounds: amused, confused, disgruntled, and perhaps even aroused.
I’ve always known that despite being a cute, small person, Palacia had something between her legs that put almost every man’s to shame. I’ve seen it before, too, in the shadows of the Firehold, or even in that cave from weeks back when we shared our awkward and confusing “moment.”
Never have I seen it in such visceral detail as I do now, however, when Palacia withdraws her cock from Liolen’s ass after fucking them to completion, and steps beside them. She hardly comes up to Liolen’s shoulders in height. Their slenderframe is so undeniably female. Yet her cock is a long, thick monster with a beautiful pink hue, weighed down by its own girth, swinging between narrow thighs with wet slapping sounds that gently ring out in the room. Dripping with gleaming juices. She is naked as well, sporting a placid, flat expression across her pretty face that makes no sense for the torrid situation she’s just been in.
It’s physically impossible to stop myself from becoming aroused, even though I know I shouldn’t. They are two incredibly beautiful people, pale and perfect in the moonlight through the window behind them, even if their appearances are antithetical to everything I’ve ever known that constitutes what amanand awomanis supposed to look like.
This is my friend. I shouldn’t feel this way about them. I grew up with Palacia in the Firehold, long before she became an emotionless vampire. I know there’s still a human in there, somewhere, begging to be released. It’s an urge I feel tostealmy friend away from this tall vampirex menace standing so close to her.
To make the feeling worse for me, Liolen drapes a spindly arm behind Palacia’s neck and puts a soft hand on her far shoulder, squeezing possessively and squishing her against their body.Claiming her.My friend.
Looking at Skartovius with that dancing little smirk, Liolen says, “You never told me what an incorrigible libido my little fae queen has, Lord Ashfen.” They huff a little laugh, completely unembarrassed someone so miniature out-mans them, seemingly by a fivefold ratio if I had to guess.
Skartovius can do nothing but gawk and sputter in shock. Same for all of us. We came here to discuss steps moving forward—not to be exposed to utter lust and depravity the moment we stepped through the door.
“Do you want to give them the good news, little fairy, or shall I?” Liolen asks, inclining their chin to stare down a sharp nose at Palacia.
Pala remains flat, unaffected, somehow looking like they haven’t just had an amazing time stuffing full one of the most powerful vampires in Olhav. Her half-lidded eyes fall on me, and my heart lurches. “I’ve decided to stay, Sephania.”
I blink wildly. The only thing keeping me from stumbling back is Vall’s firm body behind me. “W-What?”
Palacia nods deeply. “I’m sorry, my friend.”
Before my throat can close up, something like anger and utter jealousy wraps around me, squeezing tight. “No. It can’t be. Did you decide this on your own, Pala? Are you being coerced into—”
“I promise, Liolen Sesk is not persuading my decision in any way.”
Lightning screams through me. I see it then, the truth plain on Pala’s face. The truth she wants to be near peoplelikeher. Other interfolk, which it’s impossible to deny Liolen is the champion of in Olhav.
“I . . .” My voice trails off. The truth doesn’t change my feelings, my strange, twisting emotions. Or the heat in my belly I can’t deny. My voice comes out raspy. “. . . I would like to speak with Palacia for moment, everyone. Alone.”
Chapter 28
Sephania
“I have to find out,” I murmur to Palacia. My voice is throaty and thick as I take in the pale, nude, slender frame of my friend.
We’ve been given the room alone. Even Liolen Sesk, to my surprise vacated the chamber so I could talk to Pala. I’m assuming my mates are out there speaking to them in the hall, arranging what the plan is now Palacia has said she’s going to stay with the Gilded Liege.
I can’t think about that right now. My mind is tumbling, my stomach is in knots, and the visceral need at the base of my belly is demanding I do something.
I have to find out,I echo the words in my mind. I wonder if, when my eyes dip to her cock hanging huge and limp between her legs, if she misconstrues my words to mean I have to find out whatthatis like.
I’m not against that, either, but the thing I have to find out goes deeper than mere fornicating.
Still, my breath comes shallow as Palacia wanders up to me. She’s almost hypnotic in her gait, or perhaps that’s just the monster swinging that catches all my attention.