Chapter 25 #2
“Most of them are about monster fucking,” I say, trying to subtly emphasis the ‘fucking’ part. Maybe if I associate Fabia with sex, he’ll start seeing her as a woman rather than as just a guard to yell at? “Are you into monsters, Prince Nicholas?”
He coughs on the soup-dipped bread he just swallowed, then clears his throat. His cheeks red, he shakes his head.
“Oh, I don’t know,” the golden-haired woman says. “You like being dominated in the bedroom.” She preens under the attention of the other nobles before looking right at him and lowering her voice. “I think you might enjoy being caught in a spider’s web.”
“Oh! Yes, that would be a hot scene!” I say in excitement. “Fabia, do you think you could write it for him?” Then he could read it. Then they could reenact it. Then they could fall in love and have each other to lean on. This is going to be so much easier than I thought!
“How would one even fuck a spider?” Gimisi asks. There is a beat of silence as I cock my head to the side. “Just out of curiosity, I mean,” he adds.
“Um… I’m not entirely sure...” I beam. “But Fabia would know. She’s experienced in these sorts of things. She’s a very thorough researcher.”
Fabia coughs loudly behind me, and I pick up my glass of water as I turn to her. “Do you need a drink?” I ask as I offer it out to her.
“No,” she says tightly. “But you need to remember to eat, Your Majesty.” She looks pointedly at the belt on my lap, and my eyes widen.
“You wouldn’t!” I say via a lifetime of friendship.
Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “I will if you don’t finish all of it.”
I look harder at her. “Why are you siding with Richard? You don’t even like him!”
“I like that he takes care of you. So am I going to tell him that you didn’t finish, or are you going to shut up and eat?”
Turning back around, I place my glass on the wooden table and pick up my spoon. I take a few bites in silence. Then, as I chew on some bread: “I once caught her going at it with a yondu for research!”
“A yondu!” someone gasps.
A spoon clatters onto the table.
A servant steps forwards to clean up the mess.
Fabia mutters something behind me, but I can’t make it out beneath all the coughing coming from Gimisi and a few of the other ladies and lords. Chewing carefully, I swallow my food to make sure I don’t end up like them.
“A giant one?” Gimisi asks after taking a large sip of his glass.
“Oh, gods no. Could you imagine her rolling around with a giant yondu? It’d squish her!” They’re nearly one and a half times our height!
“But even the regular ones are sex fiends,” he presses.
I nod vigourously. “You don’t have to tell me; I caught her at one of their mating orgies, where she was taking six of them on at once!” They came up to her chest when they stood up on their back legs.
“Six?” The word is barely comprehensible due to the high pitch of his voice.
“Yep. She’s that experienced with monsters.
” Beaming in triumph, I glance at Nicholas.
He has to be impressed with that! With the amount of muscles he has, he clearly enjoys a good fight, and Fabia is the best monster wrangler in the entire Seven Planes.
“Have you ever seen a yondu fuck?” I ask Richard’s brother.
He shakes his head.
“But you’ve seen their massive dicks, right?
” Most of the time, they’re retracted inside their furry sheaths, but during mating season, they stay out the entire time.
“Because they are as big as they are. And let me tell you” –my eyes widen as I recall all that I’ve seen– “they really know how to use them!”
When they’re fully engorged, their dicks can do some serious damage.
They swing them like bats when competing with other males, and they use them like battering rams too.
Although yondus normally move on all fours, with a dick that big, it’s impossible for them to walk unless they stand on their hind legs.
They’re like squirrels with their red fur and bushy tails mixed with the bulkiness of bears mixed with sex rabies, and I hope he can picture how badass Fabia looked fighting them all off.
“Not outside of drawings and carvings,” he says.
“Oh.” I frown. “That’s a shame. They really don’t do them justice.”
He stares at his empty bowl of soup, and my enthusiasm dies as I realise I haven’t impressed him at all. What if they don’t have anything in common?
“You never answered her, dollie,” the blonde woman coos as she twirls her spoon between her fingers. She leans back in her chair as she stares at him. But despite her relaxed posture, Nicholas stiffens even more, and my brows pinch together as I look between them.
“Do you want to be fucked by a spider?” she asks him, and the first inkling of discomfort wraps around my belly. He doesn’t meet my gaze – or hers.
“No,” he says, the word flat but carrying so much weight.
“Oh, I don’t believe that,” she says, her words sultry and low. “You used to beg me to tie you up and do all sorts of disgusting, humiliating things to you, didn’t you, dollie?”
My spine stiffens. Is she… I she trying to kink-shame him? In public? While also using an honorific? I might not care about the brownie rules anymore, but one simply does not kink-shame another. And one most certainly does not use an honorific they do not have the honour to use!
As the servants start clearing away the first course in preparation for the next one, I turn to Jace.
He’s glaring at the woman, but there’s no heat in his eyes.
They’re just cold promises of pain. Of leashed pain though.
As much as he is Richard’s right-hand man, he cannot act here to protect Nicholas from this woman’s venom.
I look back at my brother-in-law and take in all the scars on his face. The melted half. The jagged lines. The deeper cuts that slash past his skin and are still bleeding on his soul. Horror twists my stomach as I realise why he’s been even quieter than normal tonight.
“Is she your ex-wife?” I ask him softly, my words barely heard beneath the rustle of bowls and cutlery.
He nods the slightest amount, as if he hates admitting it.
As the servants step back from the table, I look at the blonde – really look at her this time.
She’s gorgeous with flawless skin and beautifully styled hair that feathers down to her shoulders.
The piercings on her face and the tattoos on her neck only highlight the sharp cut of her cheekbones and the sultriness of her eyes.
But there’s cruelty beneath her Aphrodite features.
No amount of beauty can hide the black tar of her soul.
A new line of servants steps forwards.
They place the second course down – mine first, then the others.
I look at the plate of steak and potatoes and a small bowl of dip.
My gaze slides over to the steak knife that’s laid beside it.
What would Richard do?
With Lief’s screams ringing in my ears, I push my chair back and stand.