Blood Red (37 page)

So, obviously, the vampire queen did not run a brothel for financial concerns.

Madame Roi’s women were lovely, each and every one. Possessing excellent manners and gentle voices, the girls smiled and bantered with the men with the charm of well-bred debutantes.

For several moments, Althea stared at a dozen pairs of breasts, all but naked beneath transparent, gauzy bodices. Then she remembered her playful interlude with Sarah and looked away in embarrassment.

Which turned her attention to one couple bartering services. Right before her eyes, the gentleman lifted the woman’s skirt to inspect her quim, which was shaved completely bare.

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Apparently pleased by what he saw, he immediately slid one long, gloved finger inside.

The public nature of the display made her realize she was still innocent after all. She flushed behind her mask as she watched various couples and threesomes strike up erotic bargains.

Shocking to think she was in a threesome herself—and she was certain her back must be scorched from the burning, envious glances thrown at her by several women. One courtesan approached and asked if they were seeking another lady to make a fourth. She suggested it as though they were seeking another person for a game of whist.

Bastien politely declined the offer from the blond prostitute and the woman flashed a look of disappointment. With a coy smile, she strummed her erect scarlet nipples through the filmy ivory lace of her bodice.

Althea’s quim pulsed at the gesture. The woman’s breasts were the size of melons, the hard nipples long and pliant. Althea couldn’t even begin to imagine how much the sight must be arousing the twins.

“I would love a night with the Demon Twins, my lord,” the woman simpered.

“And with our demoness,” Bastien remarked. Althea almost squealed in protest. He meant her!

“But not right now, love,” he continued. “Perhaps later.”

Later! Since he knew of her dalliance with Sarah, she whirled on him, afraid at what she might see in his expression.

Bastien bent close. “Lovely tits, weren’t they? I’m rather tempted by the thought of both you and I suckling them together—”

“Bastien, bloody hell,” Yannick snapped. “Tonight is not about titillation, brother; it is about protecting…Miss Carstairs.”

They’d agreed to call her by a false name, to protect her reputation.

“Personally, I’ve never enjoyed an evening in a brothel more. There’s an intriguing novelty about seeing it afresh, through a novice’s eyes.” Bastien gave her bottom an illicit squeeze through her skirts. “I believe there are several tableaux in the next rooms. That might be where we’ll find Zayan.”

“Tableaux, hmm?”

“What are tableaux?” She turned to Yannick, then to Bastien.

Though neither man answered, she was soon to find out. They joined several couples—

handsome gentlemen and voluptuous jades—moving into the room through an opened double door.

Althea received her next lesson in her enlightening education the instant she crossed the threshold. A raised dais, draped in crimson velvet, stood near the entrance. In the center of the stage, a nude man reclined on a chaise. He placed his fist at the base of his cock to push his member upright. It was…enormous.

“Big, isn’t he?” Bastien whispered against her ear. “Must be at least fourteen inches long.”

Fourteen inches? She quivered uncomfortably at the thought. “Could a woman truly fit that inside?”

“I believe we are about to find out,” Yannick pointed out.

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Two women stood on the dais in Grecian-style gowns of pure white. They’d been dressed as statues, with hair powdered white, and white paint or powder on their faces and skin. The reclining man recited a bit of poetry—Althea was too startled to really grasp its meaning, but she caught a line where he pleaded to the nymphs to come to life to pleasure him. When he complained that he’d been cursed with equipment that would make a stallion jealous and terrified mortal women, all the men in the audience laughed.

One woman gave a performance of being brought to life. Slowly moving her limbs, she conveyed astonishment, delight, then began to explore her breasts and quim. Her dress fluttered to the ground, exposing her lithe form. Small, high breasts with rouged nipples and child-like slender hips.

The jade dropped to her knees, approached the man on the chaise, and made a plea for gentleness. He urged her up and she gracefully moved to straddle him.

Althea moaned as his fingers slid inside the woman. First one, then two, then three. The jade’s juices apparently flowed liberally; his fingers made a sucking sound on each thrust.

As he worked his entire hand inside, Althea’s toes curled. Did it hurt? It must. But the

“statue” moaned in agonized pleasure. Beads of sweat gleamed on her brow and across her bare breasts as she began bouncing up and down on his hand.

And then he withdrew his hand, and held his cock upright. His “statue” impaled herself with a scream.

Althea bit back a shriek of sympathy.

“Do you sense Zayan?” Yannick asked.

She tore her gaze from the bouncing woman and grunting man. How could Yannick not be enraptured by the display? Every scream from the woman as she took that monstrous cock inside made Althea ache.

“No,” Bastien shrugged. “Too distracted.”

Althea felt his fingertips stroke her wrist. An innocent gesture, but it made her burn.

“Ignore the fucking.”

Fucking.
Even the word, on Yannick’s lips, made her throb and grow wet.

“No, too distracted by the fair Miss Carstairs. She seems to flood all my senses until I can think of nothing else but her.” Bastien lifted her fingers for a quick kiss. “Shall we continue our search?”

“Of course,” Althea said, pretending to be completely unaffected by the shrieks and moans.

But Bastien grinned, and she knew he guessed how excited she was.

No, she vowed she would “ignore the fucking” as Yannick had said. But the next tableau dissolved her vow in a heartbeat. The very large-breasted blond courtesan stood upon it, completely nude. She called out to the audience, “Two gentlemen, if you please. Would two gentlemen care for a most satisfying pleasure?”

Several offered their services—gentlemen Althea had danced with in her brief forays into society.

The woman, who one man called Ruby, made her selections.

Althea gaped as David Peters sprinted up the steps onto the stage. She fiddled with her mask, praying it was good enough to hide her. But a greater shock awaited.

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The second man was Zayan. He strode up to the stage with a fierce, sensual energy that made every woman who watched whimper. Althea found herself gasping too.

“It appears we have found him,” Bastien murmured.

“Indeed,” Yannick agreed.

Standing on the stage, David Peters pulled the jade to him. He kissed her lips and then licked the swells of her massive breasts. Cheering erupted as he drew one of the long nipples into his mouth. For a young man, he obviously possessed skill. As he toyed with the nipple, he stroked Ruby’s smooth inner thighs and rounded bottom.

As Zayan undid the falls of his trousers, Althea felt a shudder of fear, apprehension, excitement. Should they attack now? She looked between the twins.

“Not yet.” Yannick shook his head. His arm slid possessively around her waist.

“Enjoy the show,” Bastien added. He bent to nuzzle her neck.

Enjoy it! Pleasure swamped her at both men’s touches but she was fearful for Ruby’s life.

Would Zayan dare bite the woman in front of so many witnesses? Or was his intention just to have sex?

Zayan’s long, dusky cock sprang free. He paced around to the woman’s backside, and slapped the lush rump.

Bastien’s tongue tickled her earlobe. She wished she could read his expression—was he jealous, angry, or only aroused?

“Bend her over,” Zayan instructed to Mr. Peters. Who obliged immediately, holding her hands to support her. Silence gripped the audience as Zayan’s cock pressed between the ivory cheeks. The woman gasped—it must be pushing against her entrance. Mr. Peters held her as she squirmed back against Zayan.

“Please be gentle, sir,” she begged.

“Of course,” Zayan growled. Althea expected him to renege on his promise but he did not.

Inch by excruciating inch he drove his cock into her bottom, moving his hips with a slow languorous, circular motion.

Althea heard Bastien’s low laugh and Yannick’s hand tightened on her waist. She could hear both men’s heavy breathing as Zayan stopped and the courtesan pleaded, “No, no, please sir, I must get used to you.”

Gently Zayan stroked Ruby’s spine until she rocked against him and demanded, “More. Oh yes, now, I want more.”

All the while, the audience watched, enthralled.

Zayan exuded a power that held one captive, Althea couldn’t deny that.

Bastien cuddled up beside her and nestled his erection against the right cheek of her bottom.

She half-turned.
What are you doing?
Suddenly she was afraid he might pull up her skirts—

Tormenting myself
. He gave her an angelic look.
Look, sweetheart, he’s buried completely
inside.

She couldn’t resist looking. Zayan’s hips were pressed tight to Ruby’s derrière, the cock inside as deep as it could go. Ruby’s face was red and she was gasping. Moaning, and whimpering, and taking short, desperate breaths.

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cock, as rigid as Bastien’s, jutted against her hip. He teased her neck with his fingertips.

“Stretched you to the limit, has he, Ruby?” called out a gentleman from the audience. As though a spell had broken, ribald laughter followed.

“Ooh, I’m right stuffed,” Ruby moaned.

“Touch her clit,” Zayan instructed Peters. “It eases the pain.”

Mr. Peters, handsome in evening dress, with his mahogany hair in disarray around his face, obeyed.

Ruby squealed. “Oh, do play with me wee bud, sir.”

“I’ll make it blossom,” David promised. He’d freed himself from his trousers.

Althea had sat at the breakfast table with this man and now she was seeing him—

Goodness.

Zayan moved back, drawing Ruby away from Mr. Peters and toward the chaise that sat upon their dais. Somehow he managed to keep himself embedded in the woman the entire time, though she was on tiptoe to move with him. Holding the full-bosomed jade with one arm, he lowered himself onto the chaise.

“Oh no!” Ruby cried, and sobbed as his cock twanged free.

With a muttered curse, Zayan embedded himself once more, then arranged her legs across his, wide open.

Mr. Peters approached, cock in hand.

Althea gasped as shock and excitement tightened her chest. She was going to witness a woman penetrated by two men. She was going to find out what Yannick and Bastien wished to do to her.

Nervous anticipation swirled in the pit of her stomach. Already her drawers were soaked and clung to her wet nether lips. Bastien’s hand massaged her bottom, the sensation thrilling and mind-numbing. She leaned back against him. At her side, Yannick bent and kissed her shoulder, tickling the bare skin at the neckline of her dress.

She met Yannick’s bright gaze for a moment. He smiled wickedly and nodded toward the performance. Of course, he wanted her to watch. And learn…

The jade, Ruby, appeared eager and willing. Candlelight showed her cunny to be wet and swollen and glistening. Her nipples stood upright. Zayan’s hips moved slowly, sensuously, beneath her.

“Oh, please,” Rudy begged, and she reached down to part her nether lips wide. “Oh, please, sir.”

Mr. Peters mounted the chaise and knelt between Ruby’s—and Zayan’s—outstretched legs.

Ruby’s shapely, bare legs straddled Zayan’s long, muscular ones, his every lean muscle outlined by the tight-fitting trousers.

Althea’s throat dried as Mr. Peters touched his tip—taut and purplish—against Ruby’s quim.

But she couldn’t see the actual act of penetration as Mr. Peters surged forward and his trouser-clad buttocks hid the view.

But there was no doubt he’d sunk deep. Ruby screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Can you…can you feel his cock inside her too?” A man with glazed-over eyes fired the question at Mr. Peters, his hand rubbing his own swollen crotch.

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David Peters panted and grunted as he began to thrust. “Yes, God in heaven, I can feel him.

And she’s so blasted tight—”

Althea imagined the weight on top of Zayan must be crushing but the demon appeared not to mind. He thrust his hips hard at the woman’s arse despite the disadvantage of being on the bottom.

Ruby moaned and sobbed. “Have mercy. You’re both so huge inside me.”

But the audience did not have sympathy, it appeared, for a third man unleashed himself as he climbed up. A man Althea didn’t know, but he was as dazzlingly handsome and as dark as Zayan. He offered his member to Ruby’s lips and she took it into her mouth with a saucy wink.

Althea looked helplessly to Yannick.

“In an orgy, men enjoy joining in, finding release in whatever way they can.” Though he spoke so calmly, his deep, throaty voice set her heart pounding.

She could not believe she was watching a woman pleasure and be pleasured in every possible way. She knew her mouth was wide open, and she knew that Yannick was now kissing her ear. It tickled and teased, but it felt distant too. She was so absorbed in the scene. She thought she’d seen the most shocking thing ever—even more so than Bastien and Zayan making love—until Ruby let the cock in her mouth slide out.