The designated location for the party was in the southwestern part of the city, an area near the center where the high-ranking officers of the garrison gathered. This garrison brought together multiple cohorts from different cities, and even counties of Ulheim, that were preparing for war. Although it was still within what could be considered the city limits, at this point it was the personal domain of the captains of the various cohorts that made up the army.
The meeting place wasn't in the most luxurious houses and villas of the area; curiously enough, it was a shop—a clothing store, to be exact. A sort of assistant, dressed with a certain elegance and haughtiness in a multi-colored embroidered suit, served as a chamberlain, receiving hooded and masked figures. These figures were quite discreet compared to him, as he practically had no fear of walking in the middle of the street.
Entering the shop, he quickly caught the attention of the chamberlain, who simply stood in front of him, blocking his path, yet maintaining his politeness and cordiality.
"My lord, what can I do for you? Perhaps a more colorful garment?" the chamberlain said in a flat tone, bowing slightly at the sight of Ducanor before him.
Following him like a shadow was none other than Leona, serving as his escort in fully black, intimidating armor. As for the rest... They had their own business and wouldn't be coming out for now, though he hoped they were nearby.
"Let me pass and stop with the nonsense," Ducanor grunted arrogantly, showing his invitation, which was preserved in a curiously pristine condition despite having been in a package for weeks without any special care.
"Yes, Lord Shiva, my apologies. Go right in. The party has already started."
With those words, he led him to the back of the shop, where a section of the counter suddenly trembled and shifted, revealing an entrance from which a staircase descended. At this point, Ducanor felt strangely astounded by the situation he found himself in, but, feeling the chamberlain's doubtful gaze...
"Hahaha, well I'm glad, after all, I have quite a thirst," Ducanor said with a smile, confidently descending into the hideout.
And the descent into hell began, though the condemned would not be Ducanor.
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I suppose I could be in a worse situation, Ducanor thought to himself as he observed the place before him with an ironic smile, trying to keep his composure as best he could.
The scene before him could be considered straight out of the dark fantasies of most underworld thugs.
"No, please, somebody h—!" screamed a half-naked man who began to be devoured in the arena by sidhes for the spectators' pleasure. The place he had descended into was a massive hall that, in its center, clearly displayed through a glass pane the slaughter taking place in a sort of makeshift combat arena.
The screams and the sound of flesh being torn echoed loudly through the hall, while men and women, hidden behind their masks and elegant dresses, appreciated the scene with palpable pleasure.
"This is no normal party," Ducanor grunted, his guard up. He couldn't see Leona's expression beside him, but she was surely thinking the same thing as she followed him.
I wonder where that princess could be, he thought. I hope there aren't too many guards, he said to himself, imitating the other guests and beginning to drink some of the wine being served.
And as he walked through the hall, he saw quite unpleasant scenes, from men and women having small orgies in the dark corners of the room, to murders and displays of unimaginable cruelty.
At least he hadn't drawn the attention of anyone present, so he continued drinking peacefully while looking for a way to sneak away.
But then an unknown voice interrupted him. A glamorous figure emerged from the crowd and, with a presence that could draw the gaze of thousands and enchant them, approached him.
"Young master, I don't recognize you, but your vitality and presence catch my eye. Would you do me the pleasure of a dance?"
Her hair was golden and her skin a deep garnet red, leaving Ducanor stunned for a moment. But he was no novice with women, and he quickly composed himself as he took the back of the unknown woman's hand.
"Oh, beautiful lady, it would be a pleasure to join you," he said with a broad smile.
Feeling a strange gaze from behind him, he smiled slightly as he placed his hands on the unknown woman's waist, and she did the same as they began to dance, pressing their bodies together while her seductive form, covered by a muslin cape and an open skirt, swayed and contoured to the rhythm of the music.
The alcohol flowed, along with the revelry, the pleasure of the food, the wine, and the dance. It flooded the room, and Ducanor was infected by it. He was on the platform, on the upper level, while below bloody deaths occurred that plunged all living beings into misery.
But Ducanor could ignore that... right.
Ducanor was not to blame; misery had existed since primordial times, misery was part of life, both material and spiritual misery. But he had never felt responsible for the misery of others.
The die was cast, and it was willpower that allowed men and women to change their fate.
Ducanor had lost count of how much he had drunk, and the figure of the seductive woman before him was now kissing his neck while her hands reached for his manhood.
While Leona... he had long since forgotten her presence and couldn't see her anywhere.
But he ignored it...
"Let's go to a corner and have some fun," murmured the woman whose name he still didn't know, with a smile.
Nearby, he saw a pair of lovers undressing on a sofa while the man kissed and nibbled his lover's breasts, his hands slowly descending to her crotch.
Could he get any more aroused?
"Get out," the woman said coldly, causing the duo to freeze. Being in the shadows of this underground place, he couldn't make out her face, but he still felt a strange fear as they quickly retreated.
And then she, smiling, murmured: "Come on, darling, enjoy..."
....
In the darkness of the profane, the underground where the upper echelons gathered in a party of revelry and hedonism, Ducanor was receiving some of that pleasure from a stranger.
He had just met her, and she was already sucking him with such desire that Ducanor could feel her running her tongue along the base of his penis.
"So tell me, darling, what is your name?" she murmured with a seductive smile. Her eyes shone with a mysterious charm that Ducanor was unable to resist.
"My name is Shiva," Ducanor replied with a smile as he brushed a lock of hair from his sweaty forehead, feeling it caress his burning skin, flushed from the heat or perhaps the arousal.
"Is that your real name or your facade?" the blonde beauty murmured with a smile as she licked his manhood, slowly trailing her tongue up his body, over his abs, until reaching his chest and neck.
"And what is your name, mysterious beauty?" he murmured with a smile as he grabbed her firm rear, kneading it with a certain gentleness.
"Call me..." Pondering for a few seconds, a smile appeared on her face as she whispered: "If you can please me, little man, I'll give you my name." While lifting her thin skirt, she was momentarily exposed, catching Ducanor's eye, who smiled.
"It will be a pleasure," he said.
And before she could react, Ducanor had buried his face in her crotch.
"Hey, you, what... mm," surprised, the mysterious woman—as he had called her in his mind—trembled, feeling a flush of embarrassment mixed with pleasure as a tongue invaded her core.
"I'm returning the favor, darling. I'm going to spell the alphabet with my tongue."
Dazed by those words, she had no time to react as his tongue, like a tentacle, invaded her garden, sucking and teasing her.
Teasing that she didn't take long to accept.
"Enough," she said hastily after a brief moment, pushing Ducanor's face away.
Breathing heavily and with glassy eyes, she simply leaned over the sofa, raising her rear in his direction.
"You know what to do, darling," she murmured in a voice that made Ducanor tremble with arousal.
"Of course, ma'am."
"Miss," the woman corrected with a sensual laugh, "and my name is Ernzu."
"Ernzu," Ducanor whispered in her ear, as the tip of his member brushed against the mysterious woman's wet entrance.
"Fuck me."
And those words were more than enough to begin.
The movements were slow at first, drawing soft moans from Ernzu, but his hips quickly began to move at high speed, echoing the woman's own movements, and she soon began to moan loudly. In the distance, he could see the revelry that consumed this place.
And then she leaned back and said: "Kiss me."
Her clothes were open and sweaty, her generous breasts exposed, and her eyes shone with sensuality; but what attracted him the most were her eyes. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before, but her eyes were a beautiful emerald green.
His hands grabbed her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples, squeezing them softly and teasing them by brushing their edges.
"I'm cumming," an aroused Ducanor declared, to which Ernzu only responded by clenching her insides even tighter, causing both of them to experience a pleasure that only the flesh of another person could provide.
And he kept giving it to her as best he could.