Chapter 241

Unable to keep looking at the faerie kneeling before the Illyrian, Elain let Lucien lead her across the room and to a different door. She watched that hood bobbing up and down, listening to the Illyrian's choked breathing and soft groans. Whoever was beneath that hood was obviously good at what they were doing. She turned around when Lucien opened the next door, and she tried to ready herself for whatever they would find through there. Shaking her head at herself, Elain realised that she had no idea how to do that when she had no idea what else they would come across.

There was another stage inside the room when she and Lucien walked in. This one was low and more of a small platform. The few audience members in cloaks who had come into the room stood around the stage silently, watching and waiting, and Elain moved with Lucien to do the same. Her eyes followed two hooded faeries who stepped onto the platform, and she watched them remove their clothing from beneath the cloaks. Lucien's hand on her arm tightened a little, sliding down to her hand and she gripped his hand when the two faeries beginning their performance on the stage wrapped around one another, sinking down to the ground. Tilting her head, she wondered for only a moment what they were about to do, when she realised.

"They're actually just going to have sex in front of us all?" she murmured to Lucien who nodded beneath his hood. Elain blinked at him, her eyes then going back to the stage. She felt the excitement in the room building and the members of the audience around them shifted a little beneath their cloaks, shuffling closer to the stage. She could hear murmuring from them and several of them reached out to touch one another. When one of them stepped toward her, Elain shrank away, stepping into Lucien, her hands pulling at him. Her mate immediately wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back into his chest and holding her close to himself and, feeling safer, Elain kept her eyes on the stage. She could watch like this, she figured. Only having ever walked in on others by accident, watching with intent seemed foreign to her and she wasn't sure if it was the secrecy of the cloaks and hoods or not, but the mystery made it more exciting.

Pressing back against Lucien, Elain listened to her mate's heartbeat in her head as she watched the couple on the stage. She knew that the cloaks they still wore probably made things difficult for them, but Elain rather thought that she and Lucien had more interesting sex. That thought had barely crossed her mind when the couple sat up for a moment and reached a hand out toward the closest audience member. Lucien's arm around Elain tightened when that audience member willingly stepped onto the stage with the couple, sinking down to join them. Gasping slightly, Elain couldn't look away as one of the faeries on the stage moved aside, encouraging the new participant to take their place atop the other faerie.

The murmuring from the audience increased, growing to almost a hum, as the new participant on the stage set about taking part in the activities with clear vigour. Many of those watching shuffled even closer to the stage, but Elain turned toward Lucien, looking up at him as he still held her close.

"Are you finished in here, Petal?" he asked, and she nodded. The concept, she figured, was interesting enough, but while the original couple being together with others watching had been interesting enough to her, the idea of letting randoms replace one of them to fuck the other just held no appeal for Elain. "Not into exhibitionism?"

She figured she would explain just that to him. "An actual couple is different to meaningless fucking of someone you don't even know." She said. Lucien tilted his head, looking at her. "Not that I actually want to… " she began, "but I can kind of see the appeal if it were us…" she paused to think for a moment, "I can theoretically see the appeal of having others watch and see how much I enjoy you, or how much I can make you enjoy me…" she grinned at him, "That… has appeal. But, letting someone else come and take your place?" Elain made a face, her stomach turning at the thought. "That's just… no… and having an audience to that? Even worse."

Lucien's hand slid under her hood, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "I understand that." He told her gently, "Also, I doubt I could ever let somebody else touch you."

"Ah…" Elain leaned into his chest, looking up at him with a smile, "I feel the same way."

"Do you want to move on to the next room?" he asked, and Elain thought about it for a moment before she nodded.

"Yes." She replied, "Might as well see what's going on…"

They headed for the door and through without issue. The light was even more dim in the next room, and Elain paused at the sounds that were echoing off of the walls. She felt Lucien pause for a second as he took in what was happening around them and then he cleared his throat a little.

"Don't make eye contact with anyone." He told her in a low voice, "Don't so much as look at anyone for too long, and definitely don't touch anyone."

Letting her eyes sweep the dark room, looking for the next door, and trying her best not to look at the giant orgy taking place around them, Elain strained to see much at all. She was a bit thankful for that, as an orgy definitely didn't appeal to her at all. When she spotted a door, she pointed it out to Lucien and they very carefully picked their way across the room stepping over various limbs and writing bodies making all kinds of sounds.

The door led them to a long hallway, shadowy and richly carpeted. Lucien drew Elain around to face him in the light and she looked up at him when he dipped his head to meet her eyes. "Your choice, Petal." He said, "More? Or home?"

"We could stay a little longer…"

"Alright. Then pick a door, Love."