As for myself, I did not relish the idea of having to explain myself to not only one family member with a temper, but her grandfather also. As I doubted he was going to take this news lightly, not considering the last time I was here I had also lost her. But then, what other choice did I have… fucking none!
So, despite feeling the bitter sting of failure at not being able to protect Dom’s daughter… yet a-fuckin-gain… I knew now that pride had no place in the decisions I was to make. In fact, my pride had gone to Hell… literally!
“Should I even bother asking why you are here, or should I go with the obvious, seeing as you’re here now and still without my granddaughter by your side?” Asmodeus said, before adding,
“As I doubt very much you came to join in?” This then alerted me to the fact that my brother had created a portal directly into a room that unsurprisingly only seemed to have one agenda in mind…
Orgies and sex.
This was because the entire room looked like a mix between a modern sex club and some ancient harem. So, basically, what you would have expected when walking into the Realm of Lust. But I tore my gaze away from the sunken seating area and curtain of chains that hung over it. One that was currently being used as a giant bed for twenty plus bodies, all of which that were engaging in some sordid act or another, and most that went well beyond just sex. The walls were clearly being used as the ‘play’ areas, which looked closer to torture devices for those that craved the pain for sexual release.
As for the ruler himself, he was currently sat in the centre of it all, on a black throne that looked like an oversized chesterfield in its design. Of course, it was disconcerting seeing an older version of Dom whilst he was sat casually against the chair’s high back and getting his cock sucked by three girls. A trio that all seemed to be close to fighting each other just to get closer to his… fuck me… but it had to be said… his impressive fucking cock! Oh yeah, I had to give the fucker that! Although, being the King of Lust, then what else was to be expected as it would have been a cruel irony to give him a little fucker.
But like he said, I wasn’t fucking there to join in, so I pushed down the urge to growl in response to this question, and instead bit out a single word,
“Privacy.”
“Very well, serious business always was a cockblocker anyway… go… go on now, go indulge your sexual fantasies elsewhere, my pretties,” Asmodeus said, waving his hand away as if he was sending off his servants. Then he rose from his throne and shrugged on a long black robe that fanned out along the floor, before walking from the room and leaving the orgy without its master. Naturally, I followed him and once we were out of the room, the door closed behind us and the sound of sex and debauchery was no more.
“And to what do I owe this unexpected prevention of pleasure?” he asked, morphing the usual saying so as to fit his purpose, that I had indeed cut short his pleasure.
“I need your aid,” I told him, making him grin before telling me,
“But of course, you do.” Then, before I could try and punch it from his face, I gritted my teeth and bore the annoyance, reminding myself once again that pride had no place in my life right now. So, I followed him down the long hallway that was lined with statues, all sexual in nature. Most of these were exact copies of the ones found in India, and mainly from the Khajuraho Temples, that were famous for their erotic sculptures. Carved figures that portrayed the concepts of Kama Sutra and tantric sexual practices.
But, as we reached the doors at the end, I realised that this theme was to continue into the next space, one that looked far less sordid than the last. It was a sitting room of sorts, that held a small library of books in one corner and an open balcony at the far end. In the centre, was a round table which was a mosaic of sexual positions that looked to match the star constellations. Tall arched chairs were positioned around it, in