Chapter 33
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
“Well, this is unexpected.” Sebastian was a lot bigger than he appeared when sitting in the vehicle, standing a head taller than Rolf.
Sylvara felt like herself, yet she knew her appearance had been altered. Her ax remained in place though, and that was all that really mattered. That and Rolf’s extreme dissatisfaction with her appearance.
He seemed fascinated by her power. Unlike many of her past lovers, Rolf didn’t care about being stronger than Sylvara. He just wanted her as she was, not less.
She glanced at him, saw him glance back at her then frown at her hair and face, and did her best not to grin.
The mansion they strode through was filled with magir doing all manner of kinky acts. Naked, clothed, bound, unfettered, everyone partook in some type of sexual haze as the three of them—Razer now embedded on Rolf’s chest—walked through the party.
A few of the acts made her blush, though Rolf seemed immune, his focus on finding Jormy.
“Why are you and Jormy not getting along?” he asked, stopping here and there to ask about their target.
“Try the third floor,” one of the guys said, doing his best to spank his partner, who wore a kitty costume and kept meowing with each flogging.
“Fascinating.” Sebastian winked at a trio of women in harnesses who passed by, controlled by a fourth woman wearing a black leather bra and thong with thigh-high heels. “You know, Rolf, I’m going to look for the stone over there. Good luck.”
And that suddenly, it was just Sylvara and Rolf.
She snorted. “The end of the world is here, and he’s going to get his freak on. Why am I not surprised?”
“The man has priorities. Don’t be petty, Syl.” Rolf prodded, “You were going to tell me about your issue with Jormy?”
“He made a move. I rejected him. He didn’t take it well. I busted his jaw.”
“Nice.”
She grinned with him.
They passed several creatures rolling around in some odd, shifted form as they feasted on something bloody. No sex up here. Instead, they’d stumbled upon a feeding frenzy. One of the beasts, the creature a meld of lycan and some kind of hellhound, spotted Rolf and growled.
Rolf just stared at the thing. It quickly turned and slunk away.
“Still got it.”
She rolled her eyes.
Feminine laughter, squeals, and moans told her they’d probably found their objective.
The chamber sat at the end of a well-appointed hall.
Since the framed pictures along the corridor had moving portraits of celestial places no mortal would ever know, the home had to be partly owned by a divine being.
One that Jormy would feel comfortable visiting.
“Who do you think owns this place?” she asked Rolf.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Not to me. Why? Been here before?” The thought of Rolf hanging out among such debauchery irritated her.
He stopped and stared down at her. “Jealous?” The idiot looked delighted by the idea.
“Not at all, you big doofus.” She stomped off, ignoring his laughter, and shoved open the door to a mini orgy. Six women crawled all over each other and Jormungandr. A few nymphs, a sylph, and maybe a witch or two. Jormy appeared half drunk.
Even inebriated, he gave the impression of power.
Average-sized for a Viking with dark hair and handsome features, his eyes and nose exactly like his father’s, with his aptitude for destruction coming from his giantess mother’s side, Jormungandr had the ability to turn into a giant serpent, so large he could wrap around the earth at least once.
His vast aptitude for destruction had given him an ego.
It took the guy a while to realize no did indeed mean no.
But, she had to admit, he had a killer body. With his cock flopping around, the guy naked as a merman, she was reminded of what she’d turned down.
Yet still, no regrets.
He spotted Rolf and grinned. “Yo, man! Been forever since I seen you.” Then he noticed Sylvara and immediately ogled her breasts. “Oh, more party favors. Come on over, sweet thing, and sit on my face.”
“Wow. With that invitation, how can I possibly refuse?”
Rolf coughed and under his breath said, “I can see why you punched him.”
“Hard.”
He chuckled. To Jormy, he spread his arms wide. “My brother from another mother, I need your help. I’m so sorry to intrude… Six lovely ladies, Jormy? I’m impressed.”
The moron on the bed beamed. “Right? I’m amazing.”
“So big and strong,” one of the nymphs cooed.
Sylvara reminded herself not to antagonize anyone until they’d gotten what they came for. “Ladies, I’m so sorry. Would you mind if we had just a few minutes with your friend? I promise we’ll leave soon.”
In a singsong voice, Rolf said, “I brought Hecate’s Breath—wine that’ll turn you even more beautiful than you already are.” He pulled a bottle of the godly drink from a pocket dimension and waved it.
The ladies oohed with delight, and he ushered them into an adjoining room and handed them the bottle, shutting the door behind them. Then he turned to Jormy. “Okay, fucknut. Give us the Bloode Stone and we’ll leave you be.”
“Wait. Hold on. What?” Jormy’s bleary-eyed affectation left him, his eyes once again clear, his gaze probing as he stared at them. He focused on Sylvara a little too long. “You!”
He flew at her, but before she could break his jaw a second time, Rolf caught him by the throat and lifted him, so that Jormy dangled, his toes brushing the ground. “Again, I’ll ask nicely. Where’s the Bloode Stone?”
“Fucknut. You forgot that,” she added, just to be helpful.
“Thanks, snookums. Where’s the Bloode Stone, fucknut?”
Jormy gurgled with laughter while he choked on Rolf’s hand. He lifted his arms in surrender. “Frisk me. Oh, I know. Let’s let the valkyrie give me a cavity search.”
She huffed. “I want so badly to punch you again.”
“Please. You want me. Bad. I can tell,” he rasped.
Rolf tossed him on the bed, and Jormy sat up with a grin and spread his legs wide. No ignoring the snake between his thighs. Ugh. She wanted to slap herself for the awful analogy.
He winked at her then said, “Since Princess Bitch is all stuffy, how about it, Rolf? Once more, for old time’s sake?”
She gaped at Rolf. “What?” No way Rolf and Jormy ever got their freak on. Or had they?
He shrugged. “Fine. But let’s make it fast. I have things to do.” The draugr—fuck it, her draugr—tugged off his shirt and loomed over Jormy on the bed. “You want to be on top this time?”
Jormy grinned. “You know it.”