Page 10 of The Demon's Vow
“Our lord will be pleased,” another replied in a hushed whisper as if sharing a delicious secret.
Huh?
My eyes fluttered open. The light was warm and golden, but it wasn’t coming from lamps or windows. The air itself seemed to shimmer, reflecting off countless surfaces of polished gold and dark crystals. It only took a me moment to realize I wasn’t in a bedroom.
I was in a bath, which was more of a pool that belonged in a palace fit for an emperor—or a demon king. The sides were lined with smooth, onyx steps. I reclined and glanced up to see an arched ceiling that soared so high above me I was lost in shadows. The room seemed to be supported by towering columns of black marble mixed with gold. Steam curled around the place, the air humid but not uncomfortable. The walls were adorned with intricate mosaics crafted from glittering gemstones and silver, depicting landscapes and what appeared to be battles. I absently ran my fingers through the water, figuring there must be scented oils in it. It smelled like the fancy stuff Jess had, the kind that made her smell so good.
I belatedly realized I was not alone.I was surrounded.
Three figures of impossible beauty stood around me. Their skin shimmered like moonlight on water, and their eyes glowed with captivating hues like gemstones. Ruby, emerald, and gold.Same eyes as him…reptilian. Their hair flowed like liquid trailing in the water around them. And they were…attending to me? A smart man would have been freaked out, but I never did say I was the brightest bulb.
One gently poured the water over my shoulders from a pitcher of intricately carved obsidian. Another massaged some fragrant oil gently into my arm. The third—Emerald, I named him—simply watched me with a playful, knowing smile, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the water near my chest.
They were all gloriously, unabashedly naked.
For a moment, the pleasant relaxation vanished, replaced by the sharp slap of reality. I was naked. Completely, utterly naked. In a bath that looked like it was ripped from some gothic fantasy. Being washed by three freaking stunning…demons, who were naked, too. Before I could take a moment to absorb the sight before me, Ruby reached down for my dick.
“Whoa—hey!” I yelped. I pulled away and scrambled backward in the water, sloshing some over the edge. My arms flew across my chest and over my dick in a futile attempt at modesty, my knees drawing up. Heat flooded my face. “What the hell? Get away! Don’t touch me!”
They barely reacted to my tone. They simply exchanged amused glances, their giggles returning, light and chiming like bells. I may have dreamed of opulent bordellos but not like this.
“The mortal is shy, how adorable,” the one with the pitcher—Goldie—observed, her head tilting as if I were a curious pet.
“He’ll learn very soon,” Emerald purred, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Their calm demeanor only amplified my embarrassment. I was exposed and vulnerable, but I also wasn’t a fool. They didn’t try to harm me when they had all the chances in the world to, so deep down, I knew I wasn’t in any immediate danger.
I cleared my throat, trying to sound braver than I felt. “Who are you? Where am I exactly? Can you at least tell me that?”
All three were silent, looking at one another. For a second, I thought I had hallucinated because I swore they spoke English. I was about to ask again before Ruby finally spoke. “You are in our master’s palace.”
“Okay, and why am I being bathed? I’m not totally complaining, but I like to make my own decisions on bath time.”
“We are preparing you for our master,” she replied, her tone matter of fact, as if it were the most obvious fucking thing in the world. “He will take you as his bedmate.”
A cold dread washed over me, and goosebumps exploded across my body. “Bedmate?” I repeated, my voice rising. “What the hell does that mean? Like…bed me? Sex?”
Goldie tilted her head with a puzzled smile on her face. “Yes. It is a great honour. Our Lord has chosen you. He desires you.”
“Honour?” I choked out, disbelief lacing my voice. “I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want this! Do I…do I have a choice?”
The three of them stared at me as if I’d just spoken complete nonsense. Emerald, who had been silent until now, let out a soft laugh.
“Choice?” he echoed, his head tilting as his studied me with an expression of genuine curiosity. “Why would you desire a choice? To be desired by the Great Prince Orobas is the highest of privileges. You should be grateful, mortal.”
Ruby returned to massaging my arm and nodded, her crimson eyes sincere. “To lie with him is to taste power. To be filled by his seed is to be blessed. You should be rejoicing, mortal. Not questioning it.”
This is fucked up. Their confusion was real. They truly couldn’t comprehend my fear, my resistance.Oh shit. I was going to be a sex slave to the Demon lord. That fucker! Using my friends’ lives against me.
I sank back against the smooth edge of the pool, a hopeless understanding settling within me. To them, this was clearly a good thing, a fucking honour or some shit.
Emerald waded over to me with a goblet. “Here, drink this. It will provide you with the energy and endurance you will need for our Lord.”
I accepted the cup, like I had any choice from the way they were all staring at me. I glanced at the liquid inside. It was pink and shimmery. “Yay for demon Red Bull. Will I sprout horns?”
Ruby gave me a quizzical look. “That is not possible,” she said. “They cannot be... spontaneously sprouted.”
I should learn to shut up.
