His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) (19 page)

The ladder ended and she placed her feet on solid ground.  A tiny man with a hat approached her carrying a lantern.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

"I'm Solace?" she said, confused.

"Are you sure?" the little man asked.  He stood about as tall as her waist and he held the lantern up high, by her breasts.  "Nice chest," he said.

"Excuse me!" she said, annoyed.  "I'm... I'm the Queen.  Or I'm going to be.  I'm not yet."

"So?"

"I thought..."  This wasn't at all what she expected.

Gronch clambered down the ladder and stood next to Solace.  "This Solace," he said.  "She bride for Bastion."

"Oh," the tiny man said.  "I guess that's good."

"Is good," Gronch said.  "She pretty.  Bastion like."

"Ehhh, she's alright," the man said.  "Kind of tall.  Nice butt, though."  Without any hesitation, he slapped her ass.

Solace stared at him.  "Can you please not do that?"

"Jonas just tenderizing," Gronch said.  "Is good."

"Yeahhh, tenderizing.  Let's go with that."  The tiny man, Jonas apparently, smirked.

"I don't want to be tenderized," Solace said.  She held her hands behind her back, covering her butt.  "I'm not a piece of meat and you can't eat me."

"Huh?" Gronch said, looking at Jonas, confused.

"Beats me, bud.  Better bring her to the wisps, though.  I'll tell Bastion she's here."  Jonas saluted the ogre then shuffled off down a hallway.  Before he left, he tossed the lantern to the hulking ogre.

"Wisps?" Solace asked.

"Wisps is wisps," Gronch said, shrugging.  "Is good.  You like."

Crunch, apparently, wasn't coming with them.  Gronch held the lantern high and gestured for Solace to follow him.

The underground cavern was tall, with multiple pathways leading away from the hole to the surface.  Jonas took one, but there were three more heading off in other directions, and then a fifth that she and Gronch went down.  Gronch stumbled along, humming to himself, and Solace followed after him.

"Is there a city?" she asked.

"Yes.  Is road, this.  City soon.  Go to wisps first."

Oh, yes, of course.  She frowned.  Despite her earlier question, she knew somewhat about wisps.  They were mischievous and vile creatures, shimmering balls of light, that haunted swamps and lured lost travelers astray.  Men followed the wisps in hopes of being led out of the swamps, but more often than not they became even more hopelessly gone and drowned a murky death in the darkest depths of the worst mires.

Was that what Gronch had planned for her?  Except, no, he couldn't.  She needed to see the Demon King, so the wisps couldn't do her any harm.  Also, there weren't any swamps down here, not as far as she knew.

She followed the ogre, worrying, unsure about everything and dreading the end of it.  They wanted to lull her into a sense of security, no doubt, until the final moment arrived.  Prepare her for the Demon King, Bastion, and then listen to her pleading screams.  His ravaging, her fear.  Her agony incarnate and his wicked, tormenting mockery melding into one, all for the pleasure of the monstrous host.

It... no...

"Here," Gronch said, stopping.

Caught off guard, nervous and on edge, Solace crashed into him.  "Oh, I... I..." she stammered.

"Go there," Gronch said.  He moved aside and pointed to the end of the tunnel.  Built into an earthen wall was a large wooden door.  "Inside."

"I can't," she said.  "Please, Gronch?  I know you're an ogre and this must be regular for you.  I understand, but please, don't make me."

"Huh?" Gronch said.

"I don't want to die," Solace said.  "I'm scared."

Gronch smiled at her, some wretched abomination of sharpened teeth and gums.  "No worries, Solace.  Wisps good.  Go, go." 

He opened the door for her and ushered her inside, ignoring her pleas and frantic grasps for the door casing.  With a gentle, yet firm shove, he sent her in the rest of the way and closed the door behind her, leaving her in darkness.

She stood there, quiet and still.  If she didn't make a noise then no one would know she was here.  If no one knew, then she could listen and wait for Gronch to leave.  She could go back out the door and return to the ladder and the hole and escape to the surface.  And then what?  She didn't know, but anything was better than being here.

The sound of a tinkle and a sparkle of light ruined her plan.  A wisp shimmered into existence in the middle of the darkness, floating ominously in the middle of the room.  With its light revealing some of the darkness, Solace saw more of the room around her.

It looked like a den, like the large open living area of a log cabin in the middle of the woods.  Instead of logs as walls, polished slabs of earth stood in their place.  A marble table occupied one corner of the room, with a curtained off area on the other side.  More wisps popped into existence, sparkling and twinkling, and a few of them floated past the curtains.  They came back covered in blankets and somehow carrying pillows beneath them, which they zipped over and dropped onto the table.

Almost like a bed, really...

"If you'll lay down," the first wisp chimed, "we can begin."

Solace gasped.  "You can talk?"

"If you say so," the wisp said.  "Talking is so uncivilized.  We prefer to sing.  You may talk, though."

Now that she thought about it, the wisp's voice did sound more sing-songy than otherwise.

Solace nodded.  "I'm afraid I'm not a very good singer."

"Nonsense," the wisp sang.  It fluttered behind her and pushed against her back, urging her towards the table.  "Everyone's a good singer if only they try.  That's all there is to it."

This was entirely new and caught her off guard.  No one except Father William had ever told her she was good at something before.  And even then, she expected he only did it to try and counter what others said.  It made her happy when he told her these kinds of things, but she somewhat expected it of him, too.  He didn't actually think she was good at anything, he just... 

The wisp, though, it didn't know her.  It had no reason to be kind to her, except for perhaps not wanting to displease the Demon King.  Even still, it could have said nothing at all.

"I do like to sing," Solace said, offhandedly.

"I would like to hear it," the wisp chimed.

More wisps zoomed forth.  They surrounded her in a cloud of light and sparkles and rushed at her.  Solace screamed, confused, afraid for her life except she felt no pain.  The wisps launched themselves at her, into her, and then... through her?  It was very odd and strange and alarming, but otherwise not too terrible.  No pain or hurt or anything more than a slight tingle.

She laughed, curious and intrigued.  And then her clothes fell away in shreds. 

Her dress, stripped into tatters by the piercing light of the wisps, scattered to the ground along with her panties and her bra.  Her shoes exploded into a starburst of leather fragments, completely unrecognizable anymore.  Solace stood in the room, naked.

"What are you...?" she started to ask, but the wisps gave her no time to finish.

One of them leaped into her mouth, disappearing down her throat, then more shimmied into her nose.  She heard the tinkling of a few of them vanishing into her ears, and sparkles of light as one, then another, shimmered into her eyes.  She could see still, and breathe, and hear, but they were going inside of her and it scared her.  She tried to move, to run away, but something stopped her.

"Do not worry," a wisp sang inside her head.  "We will not hurt you."

Her hand moved without her telling it to.  It grabbed the edge of the table and pulled her on top of it.  Her feet did much the same, helping her lift herself up.  She crawled across the pillows and then lay on her back on the cushioned table.  Feeling everything, and watching herself do it, she was entirely unable to stop it or do anything about it.

Her eyes widened and she tried to scream, but something tickled her throat and forced her to stop.

"No, no," the first wisp said.  "Keep still.  Do not be scared."

The wisps inside her eased her body down, helping her relax.  Even while controlling her every motion, she sensed they wanted her to actually feel relaxed, too.  She felt soft touches all along her body, like gentle feathers caressing her skin.  Invisible fingers brushed through her hair and teased her eyelids closed.  Solace softened and lay there of her own accord, languishing in the soft touches.

She'd never been pampered before, and so she didn't really understand what was going on.  She liked it, very much so, but it was entirely new to her.  Gentle, soft, like a million little kisses all across her body.  Is this what lost travelers felt before dying in the swamps, she wondered?  If so, she could somewhat understand why they didn't try harder to escape.  There were likely far worse ways to die.

The first wisp shifted above her, floating.  She had her eyes closed and couldn't see it, but she sensed it somehow.  The wisps inside her knew where it was and what it was doing, and so she knew, too.  The wisp skittered closer to her, touching her belly button with tendrils of light.  It tickled lower, lower still, and before she realized it, it pressed against her exposed sex.

Solace panicked and snapped her eyes open, but one of the wisps inside her forced them shut again.

"Shh," all the wisps said.  "Shh."

The first wisp wiggled against her lower lips.  It tickled and teased against her sensitive skin, rubbing against her folds and skirting around her clit.  It excited her in an odd, confusing way.  She couldn't stop this, and yet she didn't know if she wanted to, either.  She didn't even know what it was doing.

The wisp wriggled around, playing with her body, then it fitted itself inside her.  Large, almost impossibly so at first, but then less and less.  The wisp disappeared inside her slit, leaving shining light in its wake, spreading out of her and into her.

Solace gasped, and the wisps let her.  She clutched at the pillows on the table, unsure what exactly she was feeling.  Exciting feelings, arousing ones, fluttering through her stomach and the core of her body.  The other wisps inside her continued their gentle, caressing kisses, coaxing her body into relaxing.  In contrast to that, the wisp between her legs seemed like it wanted her to do anything but relax.

Light spread throughout her, pressing against her inner walls.  The wisp poked and prodded, exploring inside her, sneaking this way and that and testing her.  It pushed, harder, harder, until it found one spot in particular and pushed very hard.

She heard it speaking, talking to the others.  "Let her sing."

Completely unexpected, catching her off guard entirely, a rush of heady pleasure soared through her.  The wisp rubbed and pushed against her pleasure spots, both inside and out, gentle yet persistent.  Her climax rushed forth, beckoned by the wisps when she hadn't even known it existed before this.  True, she'd had orgasms before, mostly on her own, but they never came so easily.

Her mouth opened wide and nonsense sputtered forth.  Gibberish, whatever, the unknown cries of a woman in the midst of passion, all jumbled and mixing together.  Solace bucked her hips up, grinding her crotch against empty air, caught up in climax.

"I like it," one wisp said.

"Yes, it is good," another agreed.

"Is there more?"

"Let's find out," the first wisp suggested.

When her orgasm was about to stop, to drift into lesser waves of pleasure, the wisp raised her back up.  Solace arched her back and the wisp inside her lifted the center of her body into the air.  Her feet dangled against the pillows, toes teasing the fabric of the blankets.  She muttered incoherent gibberish while the wisp pleasured her.

It was, she thought, like a million tiny fingers.  Inside her, outside her, each with their own motions, toying with her.  A hundred on her clit, rubbing back and forth, soft and needy, then more playing with the folds of her pussy, massaging her lower lips in rhythmic circular motions.  Hundreds inside, moving in and out, almost like loving penetration, but tenfold.  Squeezing and pressing into her, past any resistance she might have ever had, and showing her pleasure she'd never known.

As she spasmed uncontrollably on the table, the wisp delved deeper.  It slithered up and inside of her, moving further and further, until a part of it snaked into her womb.  That sensation was the oddest of all, though it didn't hurt.  Just a peek, exploration, and then the wisp slithered out and attended to her desires once more.

Solace sang.  Whatever she sang, some wordless song, the wisps adored it.  They cherished her and praised her skills and urged her to continue.  More.

The first wisp chided them after she began coming down from her second orgasm, though.  The wisp slinked out of her, poking past her labia and leaving her feeling dreadfully filled once more.  Then, as quick as that, it popped out of her.  The other wisps left, too, fluttering through her and coming out the same way they came in.  Bursts of light gleamed out of her nose, her mouth, her eyes, and her ears.

Solace lay sweating on the heap of pillows and blankets on the table while the swarm of wisps flew over her.  They watched her and tinkled, singing songs about her and telling her she was very, very good.

"Thank you," she said, whispering.

"You have to get up, though," the first wisp said.  "The Demon King will want to see you soon.  He waits."

Remembering her reason for being here, remembering the townspeople's hatred and remembering her fear, she tensed up and said, "I'm scared."

"Do not be scared," the wisp said.  "I have seen.  I have checked.  You will be a good mother.  Bastion will like you."

Everything clicked and she understood now.  Pleasure, yes, and orgasms on her part, but that wasn't the purpose of the wisp's possession.  They needed to check her for the Demon King.  For Bastion.  For...

She remembered Levi's words. 

"The Demon King's going to fuck you raw and fill your belly with some monster baby.  Except it's not birth you go through, it's being eaten from the inside out.  That demonspawn's going to gnaw at your insides once it grows.  Slow at first, until it gets hungrier and hungrier, then it's going to pop out one day, eat right through your stomach, and devour the rest of you as its first meal."