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The Incubus clearly wasn’t done, shifting once more into a man, this one on par with Bastian’s height though he was bald…

everywhere, not so much as a single hair nestled alongside his cock which was once again bobbing about like nobody’s business.

The Incubus placed his hands behind his head and started thrusting back and forth in a weird chicken dance.

I wasn’t certain if he was drunk or high or if this shit actually got him buyers but it wasn’t doing anything at all for me.

“What’s happening?” Bastian demanded, looking caught between amusement and horror as he watched the Incubus shuffle around.

“What’s happening is that Miss Fussy-britches here won’t bite.

How about you though, big fella? Wanna give me your hand so I can read your deepest desire and shift into it for you.

It’s nicer to get it right first time.” He glowered at me accusingly like I’d somehow made him parade about like that, but I most definitely had not.

“No offence, but I don’t like to think about where your hands have been and I absolutely do not want them on me in any capacity,” Bastian told him.

“And I’m supposed to not take offence to that?” the Incubus seethed, his outrage somewhat ruined as he shifted into a Siren with three cocks, each covered in different coloured scales and each a different length.

He lunged forward to try and snatch my hand into his grip as I snorted in amusement but I fully agreed with Bastian on that suggestion and stepped out of his reach before he could.

Besides, I didn’t like to think what form my desires might take right now and I glanced at Bastian uneasily as I wondered what form his might embody too.

The Incubus huffed irritably. “You could have just said you were prudes before I started showing off my back door catalogue. I have coin to earn and no time for time wasters who are too frigid to fuck a goose.” He stormed away from us, shifting again into a short woman with a very round ass which had a tail of bright pink peacock feathers protruding from it.

I was pretty sure he had pink wings now too but the crowd swallowed him before I could be certain.

“Well…now I’m feeling all kinds of vanilla about my sex life,” I grumbled, turning away to find the stairs.

“Not keen on bestiality?” Bastian mocked. “How disappointing. I suppose you’re the boring, ‘fuck me in every hole until I come enough times to trick myself into believing my pain doesn’t exist’ type then?”

I glanced up at him, a little stab of grief washing through my chest at his callous dismissal of the agony I lived with, but I wasn’t going to let him know his barb had stung.

“There’s no fucking away the pain in me, Bastian. I just fuck to have something different than killing to occupy me from time to time.”

Bastian stepped closer to me, his mouth dropping to my ear and the heat of his body washing over me as he spoke.

“Then it sounds like you aren’t doing it right, spectre.

Because if I fucked you, I assure you, you’d forget every other star-damned thing.

From your name to mine, to every star in the sky and drop of water in the ocean.

Nothing would exist aside from you and me. ”

I swallowed thickly, trying to deny the heat which had flooded my skin at his word and the rush of lust rising in my body but it wasn’t easily done. Despite that, I stepped back, shaking my head as I turned away from him.

“Big claims, big man, but I think I’ll pass.” I was ready for the shot of lust he aimed at me and managed to block out the image of our naked bodies pressed together, my name on his lips and his hands on my-

I cursed internally as I really did force the images away and Bastian chuckled to himself like the asshole he was.

Bastian followed me up the stairs like an obedient guard dog though I was by no means fooled by his pretence at domestication. If ever there had been a wolf at my back, it was now.

The haze of fogweed smoke cleared as we climbed the spiralling silver stairs, the view over the dancing bodies made hazy by it as we moved above them.

The thump of the music dulled too, though the buzz of laughter and moans of pleasure didn’t fade entirely, keeping the ambiance alive.

There was no risk of forgetting where we were.

“So are you telling me the play here, spectre, because I hate to burst your bubble but I’m not going to fuck some Blazer asshole just to keep your cover safe. It’s been a long damn time since I got my dick wet and I’m not wasting my return to the pleasures of the flesh on just anyone.”

“Seriously?” I questioned, looking over my shoulder at him and not minding the fact that the stairs put me above his considerable height for once. “You don’t give the appearance of a man who would be very fussy.”

Bastian barked a laugh, the flash of his white teeth showing briefly in the darkness.

“So said the cat to the crow,” he replied.

I didn’t know what he meant by that but I doubted it was particularly flattering.

I rolled my eyes. “The play is simple. We go into that room and make use of the bath we were promised and maybe even get a little sleep while we wait for our host to appear. When he does, you distract him and I’ll slip him a taste of something exciting from my repertoire of gifts coupled with a shot of my most potent lust and from there, I’ll be claiming myself a little slice of that comet. ”

We reached a door at the top of the stairs, made from the same silver metal we’d just climbed and without any handles.

“Well then,” Bastian said, moving to loom over me as I inspected the door. “By all means, let’s see what happens when the two of us play at carnage together. I have a feeling, we’ll make quite the potent cocktail you and I, spectre.”

He pushed the door open and strode into the lavish room ahead of me while I fought back the smile which had come to play on my lips, because I had a feeling that he was right about that.