Song is, "Old Time Rock N' Roll" by Bob Seger. Chapter is rated M for drug use.

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Chapter 15: The Sex Doll

In the luxurious apartment that Aynaet was currently in, a masculine looking apartment in dark colors, she waited patiently on the black leather couch in the living room, nursing a bottle of beer. Her "sex doll" had a surprise for her. "Somethin' that will make ya laugh," he had said in his typical, deep drawl.

Aynaet touched her horns, wondering why they were still drawn back over her head, limp and soft like flesh. It happened during her first orgasm of the day with the sex doll.

They'd spent hours having sex and while Aynaet was almost completed sated now, she still had some residual emotions. Normally when she came to visit her pet, it was to fuck away the sexual urges she would occasionally get. Strange how a heartless queen could still feel arousal, but seeing as how most everyone else behaved in Hell, sex was a meaningless way to let off steam. Since Aynaet cherished the act of making love between two people who loved each other, the sexual "encounters" during her time down here with the king had been...most unpleasant.

The sex doll, however, made things mildly tolerable.

At least until she came to see her toy this morning, aching with a powerful need she hadn't felt in centuries. Needless to say, he gave it to Aynaet real good. She took another sip of beer and gazed around the living room, the same one she'd seen many times before. It was her sex doll's personal apartment and out of all of Valentine's creations, her pet was the only one who had his own place. Posters of movies he liked littered the wall, all of them slightly crooked. "I don't like it when decorations are lined up perfect," he'd said to her once. "No idea why, but if I keep things...not perfect, it gives the place more of a homey, invitin' feelin', I reckon."

Aynaet chirped at the man's sense of style. As her eyes settled on one of his bookshelves, studying the ridiculous amount of John Wayne memorabilia he had, she smirked.

It was cute how her pet idolized the actor, and she could definitely see why. She was a John Wayne fan herself.

Play music here

Aynaet turned her head towards the hallway, a pair of blue jeans being tossed into the room. Her doll, dressed in a pink button down shirt, white underwear and socks slid across the hardwood floor. He began to lip sync with a silver candlestick as his microphone, sunglasses covering his eyes as he danced to the music. The queen chirped loudly and threw her head back, clapping her hands at his performance. The doll jerked his hips forward with his arms raised in the air, gyrating towards his lover. Aynaet continued laughing and threw an arm back over the couch to watch her pet act goofy and sexy at the same time.

I like that old time rock n' roll

He shook his head to the beat while doing the disco finger, then he skipped backwards while waving a hand to signify a "no". Aynaet chirped with laughter once more before knuckling her cheek, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. Her pet thumbed behind him towards the exit with a scrunched up lip before doing a smooth twirl on his feet.

I like that old time rock n' roll

The doll got to his knees while pretending to sing passionately into the candlestick.

Still like that old time rock n' roll

That kind of music just soothes the soul

I reminisce about the days of old

With that old time rock n' roll

He rushed off his knees and grabbed his blue electric guitar, pretending to play a solo. Aynaet let a smile appear on her face, even though she knew it looked more terrifying than her permanent scowl. Still, her pet loved her smile. He smiled back at her, dancing around while winding his arm around and trying to do the splits.

Aynaet's sex toy failed and fell over, making Aynaet point and chirp like a high pitched bird, but he quickly recovered himself along with his "microphone" and resumed lip syncing.

He then positioned himself in a tango position and strolled across the floor gracefully. Aynaet clapped her hands to the beat and bobbed her head, rising up on her feet as she pumped her hands in the air. Her hips swayed as she closed her eyes, getting lost in the music.

Start playin' old time rock n' roll

Aynaet opened her eyes when her doll took her in his arms, pressing his palm to her back as he let his other arm relax, swaying with her as his mouth continued to move. He was still smiling, his sunglasses resting under the bridge of his nose to expose his blue and green eyes.

Aynaet absolutely adored his eyes.

I like that old time rock n' roll

As the chorus went through again, Aynaet and her pet really started to dance. He twirled her, her dress flaring at the bottom. He dipped her to one side, letting her form make a half circle before pulling her back into his arms. Then they started skipping around and twirling some more, Aynaet's companion eventually lifting her up by her legs and bouncing her throughout the living room.

The saxophone solo kicked in and her sex toy set her down on one of the smaller dressers in the room before turning and rubbing his butt in between her thighs. Aynaet's voice clicked and purred, her claws dragging down his back before resting on his hips. He playfully smacked her hands away and turned, gliding away to find the candlestick he dropped. He picked it up and adjusted his glasses to fit over his eyes properly, wiggling his eyebrows at her before lip syncing again.

Aynaet's entertaining lover fake walked in place with pizazz, his free hand waving about as he emphasized how much he needed that good old rock and roll with his body. His hips locked side to side with each step, then he started moving his hips in a circle as he pretended to sing with passion.

With that old time rock n' roll

He turned to the side and pointed at Aynaet, bouncing forward as he continued to "sing" into his "microphone". Aynaet cackled loudly, sounding like a donkey now, as she watched him go. He pumped his fists up to the beat, leaning backwards a bit while still thrusting his hips. As he got closer, Aynaet opened her legs while palming the dresser.

With that old time rock n' roll

He straightened and continued to perform, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek in between verses before bouncing away and jumping on the couch. He hopped on one foot then the other repeatedly in beat with the song, lip syncing his heart out. Aynaet raised her arms up and waved them back and forth in rhythm to the music.

With that old time rock n' roll

The doll jumped off the couch, raising his arms and swinging them as the song began to fade. Aynaet clapped and chirped loudly at him, shaking her head and slipping off the dresser. She tried to speak but all that came out were random animal noises. It made him laugh and he took his sunglasses off before settling onto the couch comfortably.

"I did tell you I was gonna make you laugh," he chuckled, running a hand through his short, dirty blonde hair. "Tom Cruise can eat his heart out."

Aynaet took some deep breaths while she tried to compose herself, but all she did was stumble over her feet and laugh more, sounding like a deranged broken record at that point. Her sex doll cackled as he pointed at her. "My my, what a clumsy queen you are," he cooed.

Aynaet flipped him off, making him laugh once more while she straightened herself out. With a huff, she came and plopped down next to him, his hand caressing her horns. "I'm still high, how about you?" he asked.

Aynaet shook her hand and clicked a little. The doll chuckled and reached towards the side stand that had a lamp on it as well as an ashtray, a metallic grinder, a bag of pot, a lighter and a glass pipe. He grabbed the pipe and lighter before igniting the pipe and inhaling. Aynaet clicked and hissed at him, and he suddenly coughed and hacked while smacking his chest. The queen laughed as she took the pipe and lighter from him.

"Jesus, woman!" he wheezed, laughing and coughing at the same time.

Aynaet took a hit from the pipe and held it for a bit, then she exhaled with a couple of coughs. The man with her gave her a mocking laugh. "Who can't take it now...bitch?" he asked, copying what she said before to make him laugh in the first place. Aynaet stuck her tongue out at him before clicking and handing him the pipe. He set it down and pulled Aynaet into his lap, caressing her face. "You wanna go do somethin' fun?"

A volley of hisses and clicks escaped her mouth and the doll shook his head. "And why would your...husband," he said with a jealous growl, "come here, hmm?" Aynaet spoke once more and the doll arched a brow. "What did you do?"

Aynaet snickered with a chirp and talked in her way. The doll burst out laughing before kissing her. "That's my girl," he chuckled. "I hope his cock ain't never found, but c'mon, let's go to one of the dance floors or somethin'! You know I'm bored bein' cooped up here!"

Aynaet sighed as she twirled some of his hair around her finger. She hated displeasing her lover. The queen reluctantly nodded but pointed a finger at him with a stern look, her lips moving as her voice clicked. "Alright, I'll go in disguise if it'll make ya happy," he said, pecking her lips and lifting her in his arms as he got up. "I got you a present for just such an occasion. It's in the bedroom."

Aynaet clapped her hands with a smile as he walked out of the living room into the hallway with her.


Arthur, O'Callaghan, Sir Jack and Lugh were all shouting at the top of their lungs with the rest of the crowd in the arena as a boxing match was taking place. The group had finally established that food, drink and drugs in this place were not cursed, so they were drinking beer, eating things called "hot dogs" and they all had cigars and cigarettes at their little table.

"Kick his arse, Martinez!" O'Callaghan shouted at one of the men fighting in the ring.

Arthur cackled before taking a bite of his hot dog. "I love this place!" he exclaimed with a mouth full of food.

"Ya never know what's really goin' on in someone's head, I guess," Lugh said with a chuckle.

As the fight continued on, blood and sweat spattering across the ring and onto some spectators, Arthur could feel a real rush of adrenaline as he watched the two opponents. He loved a good fight, but boxing had always been a secret interest of his. After all, he was pretty good at it.

"We should probably take this time to go over what we know, as fun as this boxing match is," Darrach said into the ear com.

"Alright," Arthur said, chowing into his hot dog. After chewing and swallowing, he took a swig of beer. "We know O'Callaghan was stuck down here for seventy two years, Rose and Lilly for five hundred. How that's even possible, that's beyond me."

"Mallacht must know how to manipulate time. At least down here, in theory. Or perhaps it's because time typically moves faster in one's head. That's why thoughts are so instantaneous."

"Okay. I...either one is plausible, I reckon," Arthur mumbled. "What else do we know?"

"Based on how time flows down here, and calculating the dates when our people were...mindnapped...Brian and James were taken a little under a hundred years ago, Tilly about eighty seven, Sean exactly seventy five, Lenny about fifty years and Hosea was...forty. Strange...why such a huge gap between Hosea and now?"

"Perhaps they found other things tah occupy themselves with," Sir Jack grumbled. "Still, we should try tah see if there's a sort of prison here fer them. Maybe that Sisika Penitentiary is worth a look."

"Or Guarma," Arthur offered. "We shoulda brought more people down here, we got a lot of ground to cover."

"I just wish there was a way tah get information outta these folks without looking so damn suspicious," Lugh said, chugging his beer.

"We could try going undercover," O'Callaghan said. "Pretend we're, uh...scholars researching people's takes on local lore? I think we need to dig into the Four Horsemen and Griffin God legends."

Arthur nodded. "I second that," he chuckled, rubbing his face. "I still can't believe that woman made me into a god."

"Oh come now, Arthur. You've always been a hero to her...to us," O'Callaghan said. "Some gods are made, not born."

With a smirk, Arthur pulled O'Callaghan into his lap from her chair, making her giggle as he clung to her back. "You keep talkin' like that, it will surely go to my head."

Suddenly the crowd went silent and Arthur and the others looked around. The fight had stopped and people were bowing or getting on their knees, facing towards one of the ends of the ring. Two figures were standing over by the elevator by the seats and Arthur put O'Callaghan back in her chair. "Zúmáil Isteach," he mumbled. [Zoom In.]

His acorn eye magnified on the two figures, one of them he recognized as the demon lady from the threat he got, except she looked...less threatening. Wearing tennis shoes, blue jeans and a black t-shirt, the woman looked around with uncertainty at the crowd, her horns that were drawn back like hair now starting to stand back up. The guy next to her, wearing a simple red t-shirt, light blue jeans and boots, grabbed her hand and whispered something in her ear, making her dragon horns go back down.

"Is that the queen?" someone whispered nearby.

"Yeah...yeah, that's definitely Queen Aynaet," someone else replied.

Arthur narrowed his eyes with a low growl as he fists tightened. "So this is the little bitch who's been stealin' folks," he thought bitterly. "She don't look that scary to me."

"Is that the demon lady you saw?" O'Callaghan asked as the queen and her companion cautiously made their way down the arena steps to front seats.

"Yep. Her horns were different, but that's her," Arthur answered.

"How do we approach this, Lord Morgan?" Darrach asked.

"Kidnap her, find out where our people are, get them out and kill the sorry bitch," Arthur replied with a callousness in his voice.

The king and queen fucked with the wrong god and he was going to make them both pay.