Nyx was already gone with Helena to have the less-than-sane daughter be the centerpiece of a three-day concert for the gate guard of the Sanctuary of the Underworld. While she was off trying to secure the concert's success, everyone else was busy with virtually nothing. There wasn't much they could do really.
Everything was ready, and all they needed to do was wait for the concert to begin and draw attention away from the main gate. So, they chatted idly about everything and anything that had to do with sex.
It wasn't that they were all obsessed with sex, but that it was the only thing they all knew well enough to talk about collectively. Jack and Anthony were from an entirely different world, Anathane was just...different, Volna only talked about money when not running her hands and lips over Anthony's body, and Grymir and Kadae simply did not want to talk about anything else.
Jack didn't like the way that almost everything that they talked about was turned toward him eventually. Ekana, who was silent so far, licked her lips and stared at him intently with dark brown eyes, probably imagining what she could do to him if they were ever alone together. Jack averted his eyes as quickly as he could and refocused on the conversation.
"So, Volna, while we're on the subject; what's your most interesting encounter with the human realm?" Anthane asked, folding one leg over the other. Sometime between him spacing out and getting back into the conversation, Anathane had slipped back into her black dress and twelve inch high heels again.
The younger demon looked up from Anthony's chest. "Huh? Well, I don't know. It would probably be Anthony, right? My little King Midas over here."
"Un..." Anthony breathed, his chest just barely rising and falling enough to tell he was still breathing. Jack gave him a worried look, and then tapped Anathane on the shoulder.
"Is he okay?"
"Oh, I think he's fine. You see that Gorgon's Eye still burning? He's just tired from feeding it. Well, that and Volna's handy dandy jar right there. That thing just eats everything he gives, you know? Volna exhausted him to feed it." Anathane smiled at Anthony softly. "Yum yum," she murmured under her breath.
"Well, shit, he looks like shit. Isn't there anything you can do for him? Heal him like you did me?"
"Sorry, but unless you want him to be a demon too, I can't do that. The reason you ended up half-and-half is because I poured everything I had into you, more than a few times actually."
"I don't believe you were in the human realm when you two consummated your friendship. Choose a different occurrence," Grymir said, monotone and bored. He was chillingly similar to Fain in the way he talked and acted. Jack pushed back the mournful feeling inside him. Thinking of his lovers brought back a lot of hurtful feelings.
"Well then, if I can't choose this stud, then I guess...hmmm...that time in Munich...no. Well, I did seduce a man from Qatar and that got me more money that I could have asked from a wealthy king back in the day. Unfortunately, he kicked the bucket before I could collect in full and since I couldn't own his business, but I returned here with all his saved up personal money."
"How eventful," Ekana deadpanned sardonically. "Now it's my turn." She turned her gaze to Jack's face, but he didn't take much note of it. He was too engrossed in his own dour thoughts, or at least in the task of trying to push them away, to notice her lecherous eyes.
"I wasn't aware that you'd gone to the human realm," Kadae said.
Ekana grinned. "Oh yes. I have but one visit I can remember, but it was the sweetest, most treasured thing I have." Everyone stared in sheer disbelief that she could have said that something was dear to her, or had great value to her. Uh...a dominatrix had just said something was sweet?
"And that is...?" Jack said, suddenly focused more on Ekana than his own thoughts.
"I remember one night I took the place of a mistress in an S and M club and this young boy, only twenty years old, paid for a room and chose me. Oh, I was so enthralled by his haughty attitude and arrogance. Oh, it was like throwing meat before a starving man. It had been years since I'd even fucked, let alone this kind of man. He-"
"Just get one with it," Volna growled impatiently, a hand working between her legs slowly.
"So he led me into the room, led me! Oh, that boy was something else. All those piercings and tattoos. I took off my top before we even started and he sprang right up for me. So, I put him into a cock cage and squeezed his balls until they were about to burst! Then I pushed him down with a stiletto heel to the throat and put a collar around his cute neck."
"Hurry up," growled Volna again, frigging herself still.
"Fine. I clamped him into a chair and he started to think that maybe coming into my room wasn't such a good idea. I rubbed these in his face a little and he got ready enough to proceed, albeit a little nervously now. So, I pulled out my assortment of goodies and started having fun with him. I put duct tape over his mouth and burned his little nipples with a cigarette lighter. When he started screaming hard, I started whipping him."
"That it?"
"And then I got to his piercings. He seemed so proud of being a tough guy, muscled, gang tattoos, everything he could possibly have to make a macho persona. And he thought that he could best me? I clamped everywhere I could and then I pulled out his piercings with my bare fingers. I still have them, down here. You didn't see before incubus, did you?"
"What?"
"I tore all his piercings out and he started wailing like I'd eaten his soul already. So, right in front of his face, I put all of his piercings on my pussy, and that made me horny. You see, I love pain, so much that I allowed myself to be shot later on, but that's for another day. I pierced my pussy right there in front of him and then I made a mistake. I let him out and made him promise to fuck me."
"And he ran?"
"No, he called his gang buddies while I was getting ready. So just when I was done playing with him and about to let him get some penetration, the door gets kicked in and ten of his friends come in with bandanas and guns and the same tough-guy looks. Friggin' Los Angeles. Well, anyway, that's where it got good. I barred the door and we played in there for three hours. By the time morning rolled around, all I had to do was walk out and all the other girls ran away. Hmph! Mistresses my ass! They were afraid of me."
"That was...interesting. How many did you say there were?" Anathane asked.
Ekana wasn't listening. She stared at Jack with an animalistic look in her eyes, like that of a hungry lioness about to catch her prey. She didn't give any sort of reply other than a low moan directed at Jack.
