Page 17 of The Fixer

“Hello? Can you hear me?” I shouted while listening for her cries to follow them to her aide. “I’m here, if you call out, I could find you easier.” Water sloshed beneath my toes as I trudged deeper into the gardens, uncertain which pathway to take.

Pausing at a passageway leading in opposite directions, I faltered. The surrounding storm intensified, blocking out any sound of the child I sought. Going to the left, I caught sight of the thin, delicate fabric I’d seen from above. Bending down once I’d reached it, I picked it up and started running through the maze with the fabric tightly gripped in my hand. At the next split in the maze, I hesitated.

Lightning split across the sky, casting the heavens in an eerie violet color and exposing a third path. Inching forward, I pushed through the vines blocking my way through the passageway. Wincing as thorns bit into my flesh, I rubbed the wounded flesh of my legs, arms, and abdomen as I glanced down at the torn robe. The hidden passageway was dense, and riddled with vines from rose bushes, which tore the gown and caught the strands of my hair in their thorny grasp.

Once I was on the other side, music exploded around me filling the space with a hauntingly beautiful tune of Karliene’s “We’re the Devils.” Glancing around at the crowd of statues filling the circular sunken garden, my lips parted in wonder. Several layers moved down into a large, stone altar. It appeared as if the statues themselves were the audience, or voyeurs of whatever transpired on the whitewashed, stone altar.

I felt a pull drawing me toward the altar, as if every fiber of my being were drawn to the beast it had been built to honor. The moment I reached the lowest platform of the sunken garden, flames burst from torches on each, rounded level encircling the altar. As if it were a theater built around the stage. A cracking sound jerked my regard to the statues, and as I watched in silent horror, the plaster on each statue began to fracture, falling to the ground around them. Fear etched through me, and a gasp of shock escaped my parted lips.

The music of laughter filled the air, lulling my fears as creatures hidden by the thick plaster were revealed themselves to be terrifying beasts. They began shedding their clothing to reveal monstrous, naked bodies. A bubble of feminine laughter caused goose bumps to spread over my entire frame as it sounded musically against my ear.

Turning, I came face to face with a beautiful woman. Green eyes of the finest emerald shimmered with the reflection of the torch light in their depths. The woman was naked with her ample breasts bare to reveal their hard, pink tips. Her hair was black with soft blue undertones, which were beautiful in the moons light.

“Don’t be frightened,” she murmured with a smile curving her generous lips into a mischievous smile. “You’re beautiful,” the woman whispered. She stepped closer to me as her hand lifted to caress my cheek. “I see why Raithe has forbidden anyone else from touching you, Chevelle Reed. Such a selfish prick when he wishes to play with the maidens before allowing others to taste their pleasure.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her lithe, beautifully curved frame.

“I should get back to the palace,” I whimpered as her grip on me tuned hard and painful. “You’re hurting me.”

“Careful with her, Valentina,” Raithe’s deep timbre murmured into the space around us, echoing through the stormy night. “She’s fragile, and I’d hate to break her before I’ve felt her shattering around my cock.”

“Mortals always are so weak and delicate,” another female’s whisper agreed. Turning toward the unfamiliar voice, I shivered as a woman with white-blonde hair and blood-red eyes watched me from her perch on the altar. “The king won’t be pleased if we break his newest conquest before he’s finished slaking his eternal hunger. I can see why he’s possessive of her. She’s lovely.”

The sounds of the surrounding creatures became grotesque as they petted and stroke each other. They were fucking one another, even though they trained their sinister focus on me. Raithe’s hands slid to my waist, jerking my back against his chest, pulling me into the heat of his body. His luscious lips skimmed over my throat just below my ear, his feverish breath a startling contrast to the chilled air.

I struggled against his hold, but his wicked laughter gave me hesitation. “If you fight me, I’ll only enjoy it more, Chevelle. I promise to make you feel good if you behave for us.” His feverish mouth lowered to where the column of my throat met my shoulder. Licking the sensitive spot, he growled before he bit into the flesh, sending agony blistering through me. My nails dug into his arms as a startled, pain-filled cry exploded from my lungs. The wet slurping noise he made had fear chasing the pain through my abdomen as more hands began stroking and caressing my body. Raithe pulled back from my throat, revealing blood trickling from his lips. Forcing me to move back, I cried out as my ass touched the cold altar. I felt trapped, like prey they intended to devour and wholly consume.

A dark, sinister chuckle left his lips as he stepped back, watching as the women got closer, kissing my shoulder and cheek. As he lifted his shirt over his head, I studied the sinewy lines of his body while noting the difference between the tattoos. I had been wrong. It wasn’t Raithe. His brother had allowed me to assume it was him, but why he had done so wasn’t clear.

“She smells delicious,” Valentina murmured huskily as she lifted my arm, kissing my wrist. The other woman knelt between my thighs as Ransom stepped back, smiling as he took in the tears slowly rolling from my eyes and trickling down my cheeks. Valentina bit into my wrist, sending agony rushing through the spot as her companion began caressing my pussy through the thin layer protecting it. The combination had a whimpering moan exiting past my trembling lips.

“That’s fucking hot, ladies. I can smell her cunt flowering for you.” Ransom closed the distance between us, his palm caressing my cheek with reassurance as a sob split from my lips. “You’re wet for us already, Chevelle. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” When I declined to answer his question, his features sharpened to angry lines. Lowering his mouth against mine, he nipped at my full, quivering lip before his palm flattened against my abdomen, sliding down the silk nightgown to slip beneath my panties.

Embarrassment painted my face, throat, and chest red as he slid a single finger through the arousal they’d created in my center. Fear was churning through me, but there was also a dark, sinister lust growing thicker as he coaxed my body to yield for him.

“Such a messy girl for us, Chevelle,” he cooed as he thrust a finger into my aching center. “It would quite displease my brother to know how readily your cunt weeps to be played with by us.” Another finger entered my pussy, which clamped down around the intruding fingers stretching it achingly full. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight and wet for me. Your body’s pleading to be fucked. I’m going to enjoy destroying this sweet cunt. It’s going to be mine and only crave me by the time I finish with you.”

“Ours, Ransom,” Valentina corrected while she pulled away from my wrist, smiling with blood dripping from one side of her mouth. “You promised me she’d be ours to play with.”

“So I did, my love.” He pulled his fingers free before holding the slick, arousal-covered digits up for her to lick clean. “How does she taste?”

“Delicious,” she murmured before turning toward me, claiming my lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. Something nicked my tongue, which had blood pooling in my mouth and sliding down my throat. Her tongue dueled with mine as another sting of teeth pierced my inner thigh.

It was erotic and heady to have so many hands touching and stroking my body at once. My gaze lingered on the creatures, which had human forms now, fucking in groups as the entire scene became one, large orgy of sinful lust. All eyes however, remained on us as the robe I wore was removed and dropped to the ground at my bare feet. Ransom exposed the round globes of my breasts much to the amusement of the crowd feasting on the sight of debauchery we painted.

Fingers pushed the panties I wore aside as more parted the folds of my pussy, spreading me apart. Lips drifted over the delicate tissue, and tongues began flicking and sliding through the chaotic mess they’d formed in my heated center.

I’d never been as exposed or bared for others as I was now. Ransom’s feverish mouth lowered to my hard tip and his tongue began running around the rose-colored, pebbled peak. Valentina licked her way to the other, suckling against it as her fingers held me open for the woman between my thighs, who was fingering my opening and thrashing her tongue against my clit while they worked it into a frenzy of need.

Ransom lifted his head and then growled as he gripped my waist with biting fingers, hoisting me onto the icy, wet altar. His hands slipped between my thighs and spread them apart as one woman lowered to her knees, freeing his thick, hard cock from the restraints of the jeans he wore.

Valentina caressed me as she watched the woman worshipping Ransom, lapping at him skillfully with her long, inhuman tongue. Moaning filled the night as lightning bolts split across the sky, followed by the thunderous clap of loud thunder. The scent of sweat, arousal, and sex hung thickly in the surrounding air, forcing a white ball of lust to build in my abdomen.

I was dreaming. I had to be because, if not, I was amid an orgy and willingly being the sacrifice to these inhuman, beautiful creatures. Somewhere between Ransom’s touch, and kiss I’d fallen down a rabbit hole of debauchery and debased myself with raw, wanton hunger thrumming through my veins.

Ransom leaned closer to me, smiling devilishly as he pounded his hard length down the woman’s throat. Her wet gurgling whimpers had me jealous of the abuse he was inflicting. Group sex or voyeurism had never turned me on, but this was different. It was as if I’d stepped outside my comfort zone and had become someone else entirely. I’d shed the flesh I’d been born with and was becoming someone else without inhibition or fear of repercussion. He lifted his thumb to his lips, slicing through the flesh of it before sliding it against my quivering lips. My tongue slid past my lips, forcing the tang of his blood to combust against my taste buds. Sucking his finger, I pulled on the delicious spice of his essence as my eyes grew heavy with lust.

“Such a ravenous slut for us,” Valentina whispered as she leaned over, flicking my nipple with her tongue as she lifted the thin, short nightgown up my belly. “So willing to be scarified for our lustful appetite, lovely girl,” she purred. Her nail sliced into the flesh of my abdomen, causing blood to well and slowly drip down my side. Ransom’s hungry mouth lowered to it, cleaning it with his kiss as my head rolled to the side to meet azure eyes.

Piercing pain against my breast forced a soft cry of pain to leave my lips around the thumb still driving into it as if it were his dick instead of his thumb. The heat of Ransom’s mouth lowering to my pussy had incoherent sounds forming in my lungs as wet, guttural slurping continued all around me.

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