Disclaimer: I don't own Fable and don't profit from this and all that jazz.
Author's note: Now this does contain violence and sexual relations, so if that makes you uncomfortable don't read. Also, the Wheel of Misfortune arena is slightly different than it was in the game, it's just one room because it would be annoying to have to keep moving between rooms to watch and that wouldn't work very well for this story. It also doesn't follow the same order of fights because if it acted as a real wheel game, it wouldn't always follow the same order. If you enjoy the story then please do review! I'd like to know if anyone is actually interested in this sort of story.
This was originally published on my Archive of Our Own account under the same name, so you may have seen it there as well, I have been debating on whether or not to post it on here.
Of Misfortune and Pleasure
Reaver watched his guests with a satisfied smirk. In his opinion, his latest Secret Society party had so far followed his plans for the night perfectly. The party started four hours ago and since then, his twenty or so guests drained nearly all of the booze. Half of the guests laid or sat passed out among his rooms, either on furniture or just the floor. Earlier in the night they had dined and danced and he so did love to dance.
Even now he still waltzed about his ballroom, this time with a young man a head shorter than him. Reaver thought him a fine lad with his striking blue eyes and combed back blond hair. The combination of booze and exertion from dancing tinted his dance partner's cheeks pink, heightening his feminine look. The booze finally caught up to the man as he stumbled and Reaver caught him, lowly dipping him as he would a woman before pulling the man back onto his feet. In response, the lad just smiled and blinked in surprise. Three other couples danced around them, one of the women threw Reaver a look of admiration but he paid her no mind. He kept his attention focused solely on the prize in his arms.
Reaver knew this was the man's first night at one of his parties and he partially regretted that this wasn't one of his more…deviant parties. But the night was still young yet, and with what he had in mind to end the night with he might still get to fulfill some of his more carnal desires before morning. A rather loud moan drew his attention to the corner of the room where a couple seemed to have the same idea as him. He couldn't see anything with the way the woman's skirt covered her and her lover from where she sat on his lap, but the way she moved made their lovemaking obvious.
Reaver turned his attention back to his dance partner and put on his best smoldering look. "Tell me, have you ever lain with a man before," his voice came out husky and his question earned a blush from his dance partner.
"No, I haven't." Despite his blush he didn't appear at all averse to the idea.
"Well maybe I can fix that sometime soon," Reaver grinned before leaning in to kiss the lad who sloppily kissed back. The song ended and Reaver pulled away from the kiss, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Feel free to drop by any time and we'll have ourselves some fun." He considered taking the man here and now but he knew he'd prefer him a little more sober, for all he knew the lad could be the type who couldn't get it up after a bit of drinking. Reaver groped the man's ass before letting go of him and checking his pocket watch. Right on time, as always, then again he always made sure to plan out such details to make sure that his parties followed the timetable he wanted them to. He gave the musicians a nod and a servant lurched forward to hand him his cane. With the end of the music the ballroom grew quiet, with no noise besides the panting couple in the corner. Reaver paid them no mind as he tapped his cane twice against the floor, the noise echoing throughout the room.
"My gracious guests, it's time for our last event of the night," his voice boomed through the room, earning him the attention of those sober enough to pay him any. "What kind of host would I be without offering some more exotic entertainment now and then, hmm?" He surveyed the room, observing the handful of curious faces watching him. "Anyone ready to watch a smashing good fight follow me and as for the rest of you, you can get the hell out." He made a shooing motion with his hands. "Come on then, no dallying around," he waved for his guests to follow as he made his way towards his wheel of misfortune arena.
Due to one of his rather inebriated society members accidently falling off of his balcony and into the arena last time and getting his head sliced open by a sand fury, Reaver had made sure to have a very strong balcony installed in time for this party. It was made of metal with a wide wooden banister atop it for comfort and a place to sit drinks. Hopefully no one would fall overtop it; it was rather pathetic to watch drunks get sliced open without even putting up a fight. Perhaps his next project would be to get some comfortable seating installed.
Seven of his guests followed in after him, the rest too drunk to care or make it to the room. Reaver watched his guests shuffle in with a smirk on his face. He knew things would get interesting soon. Something about blood and gore brought out the carnal desires in balverines and he couldn't help but to find their lust infectious. He approached the balcony, grinning down at the four men glaring up at him from the floor of his arena, the floor a patchwork of sand, dirt, rock, and dried blood. The men all dressed in black as if they were highway men or assassins of some sort.
"Now, now, wipe off those frowns and smile for my guests. I don't want my entertainment to be disappointing." He held out his arms. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the men who tried to out our little secret society."
One of his more drunken guests ripped off his right boot and threw it at the men in the arena beneath them, hitting the closest man in the head with it and earning laughter from the other guests. Even Reaver let out a low chuckle.
"We're going to play a little game tonight. The last man standing gets a very special prize."
"What kind of prize?" the shortest of the men asked with venom lacing his words. He looked weak compared to his taller companions.
"Why the best prize you could ever hope for of course!" Reaver grinned wickedly, eyeing up the tallest man, who despite his height had a bit of a feminine figure with nice hips that were hard to ignore in his tight, black clothing. He hoped that he'd be the last one standing and silently betted that the short man would go first. "Winner gets to spend some private time with me, now let's get this show going," Reaver tapped his cane, signaling for the wheel to spin.
The wheel landed on wolves and the correct door ominously creaked open. Almost immediately wolves ran out howling and growling. Reaver quickly found himself right about the short man, he missed every shot he fired and soon found himself pushed onto his back as a wolf jumped onto him. The man shrieked in pain as the wolf tore into him. The sound sent shivers of pleasure down Reaver's spine and made his cock start to rise. The smell of blood tainted the air as the men cut down the wolves. The short man continued to fight the wolf on top of him before finally being silenced with a wet gurgling as the wolf tore into his throat.
Reaver could feel himself twitching in his pants and he subconsciously reached down with his free hand to rub himself. Around him his guests started to kiss and grope at each other, excited by the sound of the fighting going on below and the smell of blood. The smell of blood itself didn't turn Reaver on like it did them, but he'd grown so used to the smell that it didn't bother him or ruin the pleasure he got from watching a good fight.
"Barry, take over the wheel," he hissed through his teeth as the last of the wolves got shot down. He didn't have to say it twice, already the wheel started into a second spin. Reaver didn't miss the twitches coming from the downed man as blood flowed out of his throat and wounds. A mercy bullet to the head by one of his companions ended the twitching and Reaver found his hand rubbing harder. Another gate opened and mercenaries rushed out into the arena.
"Can I help you?" a pretty blonde purred against his side as she pushed herself against him, giving him a great view of her cleavage. Reaver handed his cane over to Barry before pulling the woman into an embrace, kissing her roughly. He bit back a groan as she undid his pants and reached inside with her hand to stroke him. After a long moment he parted from the kiss, turning his gaze back to the fight below as a mercenary lost an arm. He twitched in the woman's hand and she dropped to her knees to take him into her mouth.
The clanging of swords and bangs of gunfire came from below while behind him, his guests moaned in pleasure. At least two of his guests had been eager enough to already start fucking, mixing the smell of sex with the smell of blood. Even Barry started stroaking himself. Reaver reached down and held the woman's head in place as he bucked into her, forcing her to deep throat him. He found himself bending over slightly to rest his weight against the railing. His gaze connected with that of the tallest of his prisoners and Reaver rewarded him with a sadistic smile. No doubt the man could see the activities Reaver and his guests partook in on the balcony. It only seemed to anger the man as he let out a roar and drove his sword through a mercenary's chest. The sight made Reaver cum with a shudder and he spurted into the woman's mouth. She lapped it up eagerly as he glanced down to watch her.
After she finished swallowing him down, he pulled her onto her feet and got started on getting her out of her clothes. He tugged her dress off, pulling it over her head. He impatiently ripped her corset open and tugged the rest of her lacy undergarments off, letting his hands brush over her skin as he disposed of her clothes. Then he whirled her around to face the fight, letting her lean against the railing. One of his prisoners caught sight of the naked women and he gaped at the view. The distraction proved deadly as a mercenary slashed his shoulder and kicked him in the stomach. The force sent him flying off of his feet and onto his back. The mercenary drove his sword down and into the man's chest, earning a scream. Just as he pulled his sword out a bullet tore through the mercenary's head, spraying blood as he sunk to the ground.
Reaver grinded himself against the woman's backside, letting her feel his erection. He reached around with one hand to cup her left breast and rub her nipple while his right hand ghosted down her body. One hand tugged gently at her nipple while he used his other to trace circles around her clit. She let out a low moan as she grinded herself back against him. He slid a finger inside her, followed shortly by a second one as he let them glide in and out of her, preparing her. She already felt dripping wet, a few more moments and she would be ready for him. She switched back and forth from grinding against his erection and bucking against his hand.
"Such a naughty thing," he nipped and sucked on her neck and she gasped out his name.
Below them the remaining two prisoners continued to fight while the third lay moaning on the ground as he bled out. The yells and clanging of swords only seemed to elicit more moans from Reaver's guests.
Reaver pulled his hands away from his plaything and gave her ass a good slap before he dug in his pocket for a condom. It only took him a few seconds to unwrap it and pull it over his impressive girth. He tossed the wrapper over his shoulder, he'd let the maids take care of it when they cleaned the place up. Reaver huskily whispered for the woman to turn around and face him and she obediently did. Bending his head down, he took a moment to suck and tug at each nipple while she mewled. Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, he picked her up by the waist and sat her down on top of the railing's banister, keeping an arm securely around her while he reached down and guided himself to her entrance.
As the wheel of misfortune spun for the third time he pushed himself into her, filling her completely in one swift thrust. She moaned and raked her nails over the back of his neck, making him shiver and give her a hiss of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling and in response she wrapped her legs around him. He gave a few gentle thrusts before quickening his pace and the force of his thrusts. He knew from previous experience that she liked it rough and tonight he needed that.
The battle cry of the sand furies further excited Reaver and he felt himself twitch inside of his plaything. He gently nipped at the woman's shoulder before biting it, earning a loud moan from her. He continued to pound into her, leaving love bites across her neck before biting her left breast. The heat enveloping him felt amazing and he gave a growl of satisfaction as he slammed into her even harder while she clawed at his back. If not for his clothes blocking her nails she would have left rather nasty scratches on him.
He glanced over her shoulder, watching as the tallest prisoner ran a sand fury through before pulling his sword out and kicking the creature over. The other man stood with his back against a wall as he shot at the two furies that boxed him in. One collapsed just as the other one managed to impale her katana through the man's stomach. As he slumped to the ground he got one more shot off, hitting the sand fury in the head and sending her reeling to the ground.
The woman cried out Reaver's name as she came, her muscles contracting and tightening around him. He let out a moan of his own and he came as her muscles squeezed rather hard around him. They stayed locked into the embrace as they panted and worked on catching their breath. Once he regained his composure he pulled away from her and helped her back onto her feet. She stood on shaky legs as she clutched at the railing. After a minute she grabbed up her dress and wobbled away, Reaver smirking as he watched her go.
In the arena the last man standing, the tallest of his prisoners, fought viciously against the last remaining sand fury. A rip in his shirt revealed a long gash across his shoulder, but he continued to fight on. Reaver arranged his clothes to make them neat again and buttoned himself back up. The man below stumbled backwards and fell as he blocked the attack of the sand fury. Reaver reached for his Dragonstomper. As the sand fury prepared to drive her katana through the man, Reaver shot her in the head. She crumpled to the ground as the prisoner stared in shock.
"Well it appears that we have a winner," Reaver smirked. The man below raised his own pistol to shoot at Reaver, but Reaver acted with quicker reflexes, shooting the gun out of his hand. "I highly suggest that you be a good boy if you value your life at all," Reaver warned before shoving his Dragonstomper back into its holster and turning to eye up Barry. Noticing his gaze, Barry stood up a little straighter despite his own unbuttoned pants and waited for orders. "Get him cleaned up and give him some food. Then have him chained to the bed in my playroom," he grabbed his cane from Barry while he scanned his guests, most of them still in the throes of pleasure.
He didn't hear Barry's reply; he was too busy focusing on a pretty red head leaning against a wall as the man behind her thrust into her erratically. Reaver reached out and turned her head to face him before leaning in to kiss her. She kissed him back, albeit a bit sloppily. With his lips curling up in another smile, he pulled away and cheerfully strolled out of the room, making his way to the stairs just in time to see two of his guards hauling his prisoner towards him.
"You bloody bastard!" the man yelled at Reaver while he continued to struggle against the guards, twisting about and dragging his feet.
"Tsk, tsk," Reaver wagged a finger at him. "That's no way to treat your host, now is it?"
"Go die," the man spat and Reaver watched him with delight.
"The fiery ones are always the most fun, but feel free to drug him for now. I don't need to speak with him until morning," Reaver reached out and plucked a glass of juice off of a tray as one of his maids wandered past. He sipped at his drink and watched in amusement while a third guard stepped up and pressed a rag over the man's mouth and nose. The man's fighting slowed down until he finally went limp. "Do make sure his wounds are seen to."
The guards nodded before dragging the man up the stairs. Reaver's gaze danced around the room. Some of the guests already left, most that remained were still passed out. He felt confident enough to deem it a successful soirée. And perhaps tomorrow his special guest would be willing to finally talk now that his companions littered the arena floor. He let out a contented sigh. Tonight couldn't have gone any better.