Chapter 32 Aniyah
ANIYAH
Cutting through the sea of people, I tried to make my way toward the elevator as fast as I could. That was until I heard a familiar, overly curious voice call out.
“Ternin! Ternin! What do you think that’s called?”
I spun around so fast you'd think my head was on a lazy Susan.
“Hmm. Looks like some kind of foreplay… but with rubbing penises? Maybe a play on foreskin and playing? Kids these days do like naming sex acts after common objects.”
My blood ran cold. Standing there, I watched with absolute horror as Tata and Papu, yes, both my grandfathers, stood there in full observation mode, studying two men who were in the middle of a docking session, fully consumed in the act.
I rushed toward them, ready to yank them away before it got worse, but I was too late. The two men moaned like they just hit nirvana, then cum spurted out.
In unison, my grandfathers tilted their heads like they were witnessing a science experiment, offering appreciative “oooohs” and “aaaahs.”
The masked men collapsed onto the couch, and a third man crawled up into their laps, casually licking up the mess on their cocks like it was an ice cream tasting. Papu Syris pointed at the trio, the curiosity in his eyes gleaming bright through the holes in the white mask.
“We didn’t have this in our day. Do you think Avery does this? Is this what Rayla likes to watch?”
Tata Ternin snapped his platinum blonde head toward him, glaring like he could incinerate him with laser vision.
“First of all, I do not want to hear about what those men are doing sexually, with or without my daughter. Second, don’t talk about my daughter like a pervert. Thirdly, she’s my daughter. Not yours. Back off already!”
Classic Tata. Always drawing a hard line, keeping my mom on a pristine pedestal the rest of them couldn't even touch. Not that I minded, since, as a granddaughter, I was on that pedestal, too.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude!” Papu Syris huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re literally in our granddaughter’s sex club. What do you think happens here?”
Tata scoffed, turning away with his usual haughtiness. “She’s clearly using her beauty and charisma to keep these men and women in line. Controlling them through their desires for the benefit of our family. That’s what’s happening here. Nothing else.”
Papu had his mouth open, ready to ruin Tata’s delusional little fantasy, when he spotted me. With a grin, he shoved Tata aside, running a hand through his perfectly manicured royal blue hair before throwing his arms around me.
“My stunning, gorgeous granddaughter! Look what you’ve done!” His wings snapped out as he spun us in a little circle, then gestured wide to the space when we stopped. “This is better than anything your father or I ever built. You’re doing the Glovefox name so proud!”
He hugged me so tight I barely managed to wheeze, “Thanks, Papu.”
Then Tata Ternin, of course, shoved him aside with his vampire strength, sending Papu flying through the air. He looked down at me with those classic Desmond sunset pink eyes, spinning me into his embrace.
“You’ve done an amazing job, Aniyah. Truly fantastic...” His eccentric voice trailed off as he guided me a few steps away and discreetly pointed to the side. “Now, tell me. What are they doing?”
Being nestled against your grandfather while watching a werewolf ejaculate into a male vampire’s mouth, who then bit his lip to mix cum and blood before kissing a fairy girl, passing the mixture to her, was not how I imagined spending my evening.
Especially not as the wolf kept pleasuring himself until the fairy girl, her mouth now full of fluids, opened wide just in time for another cum shot to hit her tongue.
She then transferred the mess back into the vampire’s mouth until one of them caved and swallowed.
“Um… that’s called a peppermint snowball,” I said as professionally as possible. My insides screamed that they hated this, but I kept my tone even. I was a boss after all. I couldn't get grossed out by my grandfather asking me questions about the clan I was running.
Tata nodded thoughtfully, more curious than excited, which I was thankful for.
As the girl lost the challenge, she dropped to all fours.
The male vampire shoved his dick into her dripping mouth while the werewolf mounted her from behind, his claws ripping into her back, and, judging by her moans and her death grip on the vampire’s thighs, she was thoroughly enjoying herself, even in defeat.
Just when I thought I’d hit my limit, one of the masked men from the docking fiasco strutted up to my papu, dragging a hand down his suit-covered chest.
"Want me to give you a rusty trombone with a kick, stud?"
Oh, hell no. I was not about to witness my papu in that position.
Before he could answer, I spotted Grandpa Easton with his golden locks and logical gaze, and Pops Manic with his mahogany hair and neatly trimmed beard, lounging on a corner couch.
With their drinks in hand, they were both obviously pretending to be engrossed in their phones as if they could ignore the smorgasbord of sex around them.
Grabbing their arms, I barked over my shoulder, "They’re taken!" and bulldozed through the crowd like a woman on a mission.
As soon as they saw me, their faces lit up with genuine smiles. Sweet, calm… even as a loud, vibrant moan erupted from a nearby loveseat.
An eager female fairy was spread out wide like an all-you-can-eat buffet, a line of males and females taking turns in what could only be described as a cunnilingus train.
As we passed, I heard her purr to the next in line, "What do you want my pussy to taste like?
" They would tell her and wait a second before they dove in.
That was a clever trick. Marketable, even. Noticing her white mask with the number four hundred and fifty-eight, I made a mental note to pull her membership file, maybe offer her a side gig. I saw dollar signs all around talent like her.
Once I got Tata and Papu settled on a quieter couch, I flagged a waitress, who brought over drinks for us and refilled the others’ with something a little stronger. I raised my glass and asked, a little too casually, "Sooo, you guys having fun?"
The question was aimed at Grandpa and Pops, but, of course, Tata and Papu nodded like bobbleheads.
"There’s just so much to see," Papu Syris said, waving his hand at the sprawling room. "At Vesta’s, it was more of a performance, a production, but this? This is a sexual playground."
"From what Ezra’s told us, it’s also a huge revenue stream," Grandpa Easton added, earning a grateful smile from me.
Tata Ternin clenched his hand into a fist, his voice dropping into a growl.
"If it wasn’t for those filthy scum rats trying to ruin all of this…. It makes my blood boil just thinking about the attack. When we find them, they should endure fifty years of heinous torture, then starve for another fifty just for the idea of attacking your success!"
Without missing a beat, all four men raised their glasses and chanted in unison, "Death is too sweet when torture stirs the blood."
I giggled, clinking my glass against theirs and taking a long, deep drink.
I nearly spit it out when Papu leaned over and asked, in complete earnest, "So, when are you kids gonna give us some great-grandbabies?"
I choked down my drink, my brain nowhere near ready for a conversation about anything as permanent as offspring.
"Kids? Papu… I need a mate first." It was the first excuse I could think of that might deter them.
Tata and Papu scoffed and waved the idea off like I’d said something absurd.
"No, you don’t," Tata said, laughing. "You’ve got an entire room full of semen just waiting to be collected." He dramatically gestured at the orgy around us. "And don’t worry about support. We’re experts at kids now. You’ll be fine.
” Now? That little word had me wondering what the hell my parents had gone through.
“Plus, the baby would belong to the Syndicate anyway.
No need to drag a mate into it. Adding outsiders always complicates things. "
My mouth fell open as I turned to the rest of my grandfathers, searching their faces for some sign that this was a joke, but Tata Ternin was completely serious.
“If you don’t like the anyone option,” he offered, like we were picking a dinner reservation, “we can always come up with a roster of studs. Make sure to choose the proper stock, good bloodlines, strong magic, solid family background, and then just get rid of him after the deed is done.”
He shrugged, looking around at the other three like this was the most logical, responsible plan in the world. Did he really think he was doing me some kind of favor? My voice had left me. I couldn’t do anything but stare, stunned into silence.
What the fuck?
“What… What do you guys mean?” I finally managed, my voice sounding faraway. “You all had mates. You were in love. That meant something to you.”
They didn’t know that my siblings and I had made a pact.
No fated entanglements. No emotional traps.
That tattoo on the small of my back was supposed to protect me.
Supposed to keep things simple. Clean. But lately…
it had been anything but. My path, once so sharp, so clear, was unraveling beneath my feet.
Papu Syris took a long drink, his eyes shifting away. The other three gave him a look, then slowly nodded like something unspoken had been decided long ago.
Grandpa Easton put his phone down, his full attention landing on me with all the gravity of a weighted blanket. He only ever gave that kind of focus during big family moments, so my chest tightened instinctively.
“I think what Syris and Ternin are trying to say,” he began, with a slight eyeroll toward the two troublemakers, “is that we don’t want you to feel like you have to have a mate to have a child.”
He reached out, placing his warm hand over mine. Sincerity radiated from him, and I suddenly felt too raw, too exposed.