Chapter Seven
Raevar
Sexo Virtual – Rauw Alejandro
My body hums as I soakin the lake later that night. I’ve been here since I watched Dulce leave with her clothes intact. Part of me wanted to follow her, see how she lives her life, but I reminded myself of my promise to Vera.
My purpose is simple: find her love. A mate. Someone worthy. Dulce is worthy. I shake that thought away. I couldn’t possibly bring Vera someone I’m this attracted to. It’s hard enough to be around my queen without my own desires creeping in. But to be around them both and long for their touches... It would end me.
A burning sensation tingles up my chest and when I grab my necklace, I realize it’s coming from the link to Dulce. She has traveled off-realm. Which means she has either gone to Vex or somewhere else. Either way, something tugs inside me to make sure she’s okay, regardless of where that place might be.
I chant the little words to follow her port, knowing it’ll either put me on the spot and in danger or where it last pinged.
As my body phases out into the void, I appear inside a room. The walls are dark and purple, as if all sunlight has been sucked free. I’m immediately hiding as quickly as I can.
Noting there are no noises, it’s safe to say she’s not in here. My feet dance across the floor as I tiptoe, trying to be as quiet as possible. Being as large as I am, it’s not abnormal for me to make a lot of noise.
When there’s no movement at all, I sneak around, trying to see where I am. Going to the door, my palm tingles as I twist the handle. I immediately know it’s because I’m unwelcome.
Hopefully whoever’s room this is, they don’t have a tracking ward or anything blood-tying in creation. If so, I’ll be in deep shit.
Blood is much like magic—leaving traces of who you are, where you’re from, and many other ties to your existence.
Leaving the room, a dark hallway greets me. There are tons of doors, easily making this the biggest building I’ve ever encountered. As I blink away my shock, it’s as if my view has morphed before my eyes. The hallway turns into a staircase, and I trail down it, acting as if I belong here.
Wherever here is.
“You’re new,” a voice states matter-of-factly. I turn to the person, and see what could only be described as a siren with legs instead of a tail.
“I am,” I rasp, unable to stop the worry creeping into my tone. I wasn’t lying when I said how terrible I am at doing just that.
Being an outsider in this place makes me more than uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be here.
“Need guidance, big guy?” Their eyes bat softly, like they’re trying to distract me.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, knowing that coming here was a mistake, invading a space unwelcome to me.
“The name is Myr. Nice to meet you.” I don’t offer my hand or a hug, not knowing the customs of whatever place this is. They stare at me and narrow their eyes.
“Nyxie,” the other coos to the open air before a poof turns into a person.
“You aren’t one of ours,” this one says—Nyxie, apparently. “We have discretion and rules for a reason.”
“I apologize for barging in. I’m under orders to be here,” I answer truthfully, not wanting to build up a bigger ball of anxiety.
“Do you like to fuck?” Myr asks, bold intentions mirrored in their gaze. My jaw tightens as my body recoils. Interesting.
“I do.” Just two words, but that lights up the creature’s face.
“I’ll vouch for him,” Myr adds, lifting up the lace sleeve of her dress. Nyxie, as they called them, elongates their teeth, drawing the wrist forward.
It takes me a moment to realize that this Nyxie is a Saephyn. Cin said they’re basically vampires.
“Very well, but it’s on you to explain the house rules. If anything is to happen, you’ll pay the price.”
Myr nods enthusiastically and places their arm through mine.
“This is Vex.” When I don’t prod or interrupt with a question, they continue. “It’s a club for monsters. One where your desires aren’t too large, and your tastes will be satisfied.”
They drag me as they walk and my eyes catch on moving figures. There’s a couple pressed against the wall. One is on their knees sucking down the other while they both peer at me and Myr with lust. I don’t stare, and Myr flexes their arm around me like that’s exactly what I should’ve done. The farther we wander, the louder the noises get.
Moans.
Fuck, so many moans.
My body tenses as groans of pleasure infiltrate my body. They’re so breathy, desperate, begging for release, and nothing could stop the bulge in my pants from inflating.
“Vex is for monsters who have peculiar tastes,” they begin again. “For those who want to be breathed on by fire, or fucked by a dragon, and so much more.”
My body shudders as my wildest fantasies run rampant. Like one where Vera forces me on my back and uses her spikey shoes to hold me down as she taunts me with her cunt.
She’s my deepest and darkest desire, someone I’ll forever want but never have.
Pleasure zips through me as Myr leads me deeper into this place. It makes sense now, why it’s so hard to get into here. They want to protect their patrons from weirdos and creeps.
“If you have deeper kinks, like blood play or the kind of sadism humans couldn’t survive, that’s also an option. Vex handpicks pairings. The fact that you’re somehow here without their approval isn’t exactly precedented, and I’m sure my lovely Nyxie will face those consequences when they do the blood warding.”
I nod but my mind isn’t here. It’s wandering, wondering where Dulce is and what she wants from a place like this. What are her kinks and are there ones I should—
“What brings you here?”
“Love.”
“Love,” Nyxie muses, tapping their lips. “That’s not a kink.”
I nod. “I’m aware. I’ve heard this place can help with finding your mate, though.”
“This has happened in the past, but it’s not exactly why one comes here.”
They let my arm go and then lean on their tiptoes to reach my ear. They’re too short, but the effort is noted. “Go play, big guy. The Viewing Room is down this corridor. For some reason I find that’ll interest you most. Don’t touch without consent, don’t ogle without consent, and always ask before involving yourself in anything.”
“Understood.”
“Everyone makes mistakes the first few times they come here, but for the love of Hades, please try not to get into trouble. Vouching by blood could easily revoke me for life.”
“I appreciate you taking a chance on me.” I place a soft palm on their shoulder.
They eye me and then cluck their tongue. “We’re definitely not compatible, but it would’ve been a helluva experience if we were.”
A chuckle escapes us both as we gaze at one another a moment longer. When I turn toward the place they mentioned, the sound of their retreating steps meet my ears.
It doesn’t take more than two dozen paces before a massive opening widens. Dark and almost gothic in nature, a room filled with creatures welcomes me.
In the center of the floor, two people touch frantically. There’s only roughness to their pursuits, but somehow, it feels tender, even while offering pain and teasing each other to their limits.
But in front of them, closer to me, only giving me the back of her head, is Dulce. Her head is tipped back and her cheeks are flushed as she bites her lip. Oh. She’s enjoying this, seeking pleasure in others, watching them as they get off. A little whimper parts her lips and her body shudders.
What I’d do to hear that sound on repeat, to soak it up and consume it for myself. Maybe she is the one. Not for me, but for my queen.
Vera would love her. The way her cheeks darken with lust and pleasure, the soft way she parts her thighs as if she’s begging for someone to take her right there.
I would in a heartbeat, and that tells me this isn’t the place for me. She’s too damn tempting and I can’t seem to escape that reality.
I close my eyes and continue a path away from her. If I stay, it not only oversteps the no-consent part of this entire club, it would push me closer to her.
She can’t see me yet. I need to speak with Vex and then her. Ask for their help, maybe.
Once I find a soft lounger, I take a seat, wanting nothing more than to watch Dulce moan over the sight of them. Would she like to be touched as the couple touched one another?
Stop.
Inhaling deeply, I sigh. I can’t do this. I can’t be this monster who takes without permission and who wants what isn’t mine.
She could be, though.
Couldn’t she?
No. we’re here for Vera.
Running a hand through my hair, I tug, pulling the insanity from me... If only it were that simple. When I peer back at where Dulce was once seated, she’s gone, but the two playing are still there.
The one underneath writhes as the one in leather above rides their partner’s face. It makes me think of Vera and the exact thing I want her to do to me.
Once more, I shake my head and head toward the door, hoping for clarity. Maybe I need to approach Dulce with honesty?
Tell her I need to help my queen find love...