Page 20 of Insanium (Devil’s Playground)

As the doors slid open, unveiling a lobby with plush circular couches and balloons softly bobbing in the air, a screen caught our attention, its message crafted in a rhythmic, almost poetic tone: “Congratulations. Tonight, you rest and revel in your triumph. Tomorrow, you will leave Judicium behind for even greater pleasures.”

Maya was the first to step off the elevator, her eyes taking in the grand surroundings. “So, this is it? We actually made it?”

Before anyone could respond, a striking woman appeared with three others by her side, coming from a corridor. Her voice was smooth as she addressed us.

“That seems to be the case. Rooms have been prepared for everyone.”

Liam, always practical, nodded and added, “ Judicium was never meant to last long. Only a few have for more than one night, and technically, this is our second.”

“That’s true,” I chimed in, looking around at the lavish lobby. For now, we were survivors, tucked away in luxury’s embrace.

As we entered the room, the woman introduced herself as Sanjana, flanked by her friends Alex, Leah, and Jack.

Maya, ever curious, asked, “Did you guys go through that mirror maze too?”

Sanjana shook her head. “No, they had us navigating some army-style obstacle course and trying to dodge other Judicium contestants. It was like something out of a war game.”

“Ya know, I think the mirror maze really wasn’t so bad after all,” I joked.

The conversation meandered a bit more before Hael pointed out my cut again. “We should find a first aid kit.”

“It’s really not that serious,” I tried to protest.

“I’m sure there’s one around here somewhere,” Aisha volunteered.

With that, our group—me, Aisha, Hael, Rafe, Liam, Maya, and Eryx—set off to explore the expansive suite. Sanjana and her party, opting for a different kind of relief, headed for the table of champagne in a back corner.

The place was set up like a luxury hotel, with various rooms branching off from a central lounge area.

Curious, I wandered into one room at random, heading straight for the bathroom, figuring that was the most obvious place a first aid kit would be stored.

I couldn’t help but appreciate the lavishness I stumbled into.

The shower was an inviting haven of stone, calling to me after the grueling trials we’d just endured.

“You think they have clothes for us here?” I mused out loud, partly hoping they did.

Liam, who’d followed me in along with the others, chimed in. “Those other folks were fresh and clean, so they must have something around.”

I pointed at the shower, half-joking, half-serious. “I want to use that.”

“So do I,” Rafe declared, his voice echoing a touch of longing.

Hael, ever the practical one, nodded. “I’ll track some clothes down.”

Eryx added, “I’ll keep watch.”

Aisha wrinkled her nose slightly. “Well, I need to shower too, but I don’t really fancy a watch party.”

Maya laughed, nudging Liam playfully.

“Liam and I can come with. He’s gay and can keep watch, and I have all the same parts as you. Then we can do the same for him.”

Aisha looked at me for approval. I nodded, smiling. “Go get squeaky clean. I’ll find you when I’m done.”

With a plan in place, Aisha and Maya headed out with Liam, leaving Hael, Rafe, and Eryx with me.

I paid them no attention until I had the water adjusted and noticed none of the guys had made any move to leave.

With an exasperated roll of my eyes, I turned to face them.

“Are you all just going to watch me shower?” I quipped, half-joking but genuinely curious about their intentions.

“We’re just ensuring you’re safe,” Eryx replied, his tone teasing yet flat, a typical blend of humor and seriousness.

Rafe’s eyes twinkled as he joked, “It’s plenty big enough for more than one.”

“It is,” I conceded with a light laugh.

Shrugging off my clothes without a second thought—I wasn’t one for modesty—I immediately felt their gazes on me.

It was nothing new; if you couldn’t handle a little skin, Judicium was not the place for you.

With a confident grin, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my body, washing away the grime and tension of the maze.

The spray drowned out any further conversation, enveloping me in a soothing veil of steam and warmth.

If they chose to stay and watch, that was their prerogative.

I shut out the world, enjoying the rare moment of peace amidst the chaos.

The murmurs from Eryx and Hael faded into a distant hum as I focused on the soothing sensation of the shower.

However, the shift in the air and a subtle change in the sound of water hitting the floor told me I was no longer alone.

My eyes snapped open as Rafe stepped into the shower with me.

The steam swirled around him, and his presence in the confined space was both imposing and oddly comforting. His expression was unreadable, a mix of boldness and slight hesitation as he met my gaze.

“Mind if I join?” he asked, though it was clear he’d already made himself quite at home.

I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile forming on my lips.

“As if you needed an invitation,” I shot back, stepping aside to make room, the water now enveloping us both from the triple showerhead.

I brushed my hair from my face and let my eyes drift down his incredible body.

All golden skin, toned, and his cock … he had truly been blessed.

Rafe’s gaze met mine, a silent exchange of desire.

Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his hands brushing over my skin with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine.

His lips found mine in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire within me that had nothing to do with the hot water raining down on us.

It was a primal connection, raw and consuming, a reminder that survival wasn’t just about enduring trials but also finding solace in one another.

As our bodies pressed together, the tension and urgency built between us, an unspoken need driving us both to seek comfort and release in each other’s arms. He ran his hands down my sides, cupping my ass and gently walking me backward, his kiss never ceasing.

My hands traced the muscles in his back, loving the way his skin felt beneath my touch.

I could feel him growing hard against me, my own arousal mirroring his.

There was something about killing and thrills that just amped up my need to be fucked, and this man was not only gorgeous, but he’d followed through on his word.

I could do a fuck of a lot worse.

“Don’t tease me too long.”

He laughed against my lips and wrapped his arms around me, his hands exploring my body “We have at least a few hours of freedom,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s make the most of it.”

I pushed against him, letting him know I was ready for anything. His hands slid down to cup my ass again, pulling me closer.

“I’ve thought about this for months,” he confessed as he picked me up and carried me over to the shower’s stone bench, laying me on top of it. I wrapped my legs around him, and he positioned himself at my entrance.

I gasped as he slowly pushed into me, his body engulfing mine. He held me to him as he began to thrust, each stroke drawing out a gasp or a moan. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him tightly as the room seemed to melt away, leaving only us and the water.

“Harder,” I demanded.

He growled, the sound low and primal. “My pleasure,” he promised, pulling back and thrusting into me with a deep, almost brutal force. I cried out, arching up to meet him, wanting more. Each thrust sent shivers of pleasurable pain through me, a high like no other.

I met his gaze, my eyes locked on him as he continued to plow into me.

There was no holding back now, no pretense of gentleness.

This was raw, animalistic passion, and I reveled in it.

The room spun around us as the water continued to cascade, the sound of it mingling the occasional smack of skin against skin and our pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he panted, his body trembling as he pounded into me.

“Me too,” I gasped, my climax building to a fever pitch, a sliver of someone approaching weaving into my awareness.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he suddenly lifted me from the bench and pulled out.

Before I could process what the hell he was doing, a hand was knotted in my hair and I was bent over the bench, my hands landing on the shower wall.

“My turn,” Eryx rasped, lining himself up and slamming inside me.

The shock of the sudden change and the force of his entry sent me gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure. Eryx slammed into me without remorse, taking me hard and fast, dominating me in every sense of the word.

His cock was so big, I struggled to accept each thick inch. I could feel my arousal between my thighs with droplets of warm water. Eryx fisted my hair tighter and turned my head. “Suck his dick, baby,” he commanded.

I opened my mouth without hesitation and Rafe slid in with a low groan, hard and throbbing as I sucked and licked. He tasted salty and all-consuming.

“That’s it, baby,” Eryx growled, his hips slamming harder into me. Rafe’s thrusts fell in sync with his, a perfect dance of flesh and lust that left me moaning wildly. I reached back and found Eryx’s balls, gently cupping them and stroking them.

The sensation seemed to push him further, his hips moving with more frenzy.

His hold on my hair tightened, but the pain only had me clenching around his cock.

He reached around and found my clit. Teasing and rubbing hard, he sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

I cried out, my body trembling as the intensity of the dual sensations threatened to break me apart.

Rafe’s dick slid deeper into my throat as he joined Eryx’s increased rhythm. I was lost in a haze, my mind a jumbled mess of sensation and need.

“I’m gonna cum,” Eryx growled, his voice rough with exertion.