Page 6 of Court of Heathens

If you dream it, you can buy it here.

There is everything, including curses, monster parts, the brothel, and eateries catering to darker elements. Nothing is taboo here, so everything goes. The towering market goes all the way to the sky and changes where it appears all the time, yet it’s always the same, made of red stone and packed dirt as if nature built it herself.

The stall to my left boasts fae elixirs, and it has everything fromhair growth to impotence cures. On my right is a blacksmith with cursed blades.

I relax when I am here, since no one cares who I am. Here, I am not weird, and I blend right in—apart from the demon hanging in my stall that no one can see. Demons aren’t welcome, but he doesn’t care.

He whistles as he plays with the troll-made toy I bought to occupy him so he doesn’t spook or curse my customers, which has happened in the past.

Music floats through the market, no doubt from the bars just above us. I wave at familiar customers, and a nice troll giggles next to a dragon shifter. Here, I’m not a freak, and I love it.

Hours later, I sell out of my wares, so I close up early and send everything back through the portal before hesitating. Usually, I would go back through, but I remember my thoughts from yesterday, and despite the demon’s eyes on me, I turn away and head towards the bar a level up.

It’s a dark haven with alcohol that can get us supes drunk. The bright light flashes with the music, and I ignore the dance floor in favour of the bar. I’m not here to drink or dance. I scan the patrons as the demon murmurs in my ear.

“Feeling needy, little witch?” I ignore him, and he licks my ear. “I could take care of it for you.”

When I ignore him, he chuckles darkly, but I can almost taste his glee at me finally giving in. “Who will it be tonight? How about a nice fae? I like the way they glisten below you. No? How about a vamp? You do like blood play, and I love watching it trickle down your skin.”

He always watches.

It shouldn’t excite me, it shouldn’t make my core clench, but it does. Knowing he will watch me fuck whoever I bring back helps me choose my target for the night. He loves to watch, and tonight, I’ll give him a show. Weaving through the crowd, I head to my mark.

Supes are so much more open than humans with their sexual habits, and I’m no different. I love to explore and push boundaries, and tonight, I’m going to give the demon the show he so desperately wants.

The gargoyle is bent over the wooden table, making it look dainty.He’s the colour of stone, with stone wings tucked into his back. His face is chiselled and handsome, though made of rock, and I can’t wait to feel his hard lips.

He lifts his head, his brown eyes widening as I approach, and when I reach him, I flutter my eyelashes. I might be small, but I like them big. I like to feel their strength.

“I’ve never had stone,” I remark as I watch him. “Is it as hard as it seems?”

He blinks, and I realise stone can blush, but it’s a deeper grey colour. “Why don’t you find out?” he asks in a deep voice.

Good boy. He’ll do.

Smirking, I turn and walk away, feeling his disappointment until I turn back. “Follow me.”

He downs his drink and pushes from his chair. He’s easily double my height and width, but I lick my lips in anticipation. When he’s behind me, I wind through the bar and out, leading him where I want.

“What’s your name, little witch?”

My demon hisses at that.

“Freya. Call me that or anything other than little witch.” If I’m to get what I want, then the demon cannot be angry and murder him, and he doesn’t like it when someone else calls me little witch.

That’s reserved for him.

“Freya,” he repeats, rock crashing in his voice. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I grab his hand and back under the curtain to the dwelling cut into the side of this level. We all use them. They are spread out, and this one is free. There’s a bed and not much else, which is all I need.

“My name is—” I cover his mouth, climbing him to do so.

“I don’t need it. No words, just fucking,” I murmur, tracing my tongue over his stone lips. A shiver goes through me at the idea of grinding my pussy against them and feeling that hard stone against my clit.

“Fine by me.” He grabs me, and I fly through the air, hitting the bed hard, and then he’s on me.

My head tips back as he rips off my clothes, his wings spanning thewidth of the room as he grips me firmly, denting my curves. His stone lips slide down my chest, rubbing against my hard nipples, and I open my eyes, my gaze clashing with the glittering demon’s as he leans back against the wall in the corner of the room.

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