Page 105 of Of Skulls Of Shackles

The bar floor, no less.

I blinked and removed my hand from inside his pants.

See removed his fingers and pulled my leotard back in place. I pressed my breasts back into my corset and accepted his help to sit up. See reached into the cupboard and grabbed two cups.

Conversation returned as I also stood, though there was an amused undercurrent.

Candor called, “Everyone pretended that King See and Queen Perantiqua were not undoing each other on the bar floor.”

I released a breath. Perhaps I would not always appreciate the vocal truth.

See filled a glass with an amber liquid, and drank the entire thing. He drank another after. “Fuck.”

I would smirk except the desperation in me to have him was no laughing matter. “It was your idea to invite all monsters.”

“I know,” he grunted, drinking a third glass. He poured a small amount into my glass, then held it back without looking at me.

I took the glass and sipped.Smokey dusk. Long summer day.“Mmm.”

“Kindly cease your sounds,” he groaned low.

Candor stated, “King See was so hard he thought he might explode.”

I choked into my drink. And in all honest truth, I was not always a kind queen, so I walked to stand beside him. King See turned to watch as I drank the rest. Except some spilled, of course, and I was forced to draw my fingers up between my breasts to catch the drops, then lick and suck them dry.

His glass shattered, and amber liquid exploded.

See’s milky gaze swirled with the fury of his want and need. We were going to fuck on the bar in front of all monsters.

I should care about that.

“The queen did not care about who watched her daylight activities,”said Candor.

No, I did not.

I watched as the fury in See’s gaze became unhinged. He had given up the fight. In all senses, for his circlet still lay on the floor behind me. But See had decided that the presence of kings, princesses, and pawns, and simple monsters did not matter either.

He snapped and reached for me.

And a bell rang, piercing through the room andus.

The bell rang.

“Dinnertime,” announced Princess Raise.

Dinnertime.

The bell had achieved what we could not. I peered down at my ripped leotard just as Valetise appeared.

She swept a deep curtsey. “A moment, if you please, King See. The queen must dress for dinner.”

See stalked away without a word or another glance my way. He was very undone. I grinned.

Princess Bring was with Valetise and wasted no time stretching her blob very wide and tall to form a screen. Valetise pushed the lid off a dress box, and drew out a dress of midnight. The elbow-length gloves were a translucent night mist. Moonlight shone upon the trails of small, onyx beads that lent the gown a wet appearance.

“’Tis absolutely beautiful,” I whispered to Valetise. “Stunning beyond the word.”

She curtsied. “My honor, as ever. I merely hope to always match your magnificence, while knowing that I could never do so.”

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