"It's my fantasy,” Bria reminded him.
"I understand that. And by all rights, that's what tonight is about. Very well, My Queen. How would you like to be fucked to death?"
"With a sex machine. Specifically, a fucking machine,” she told him, damning his poker face. Either the man had heard it all and had managed to grow a very thick outer skin, or he was a master at shielding his emotions. Even his eyes remained caring and interested. “Do you know what a fucking machine is?” she asked, needing to fill the void in their conversation. She also took another swallow of cold mojo.
"As a matter of fact, I do know what a fucking machine is,” he answered softly. “What I don't understand is why you prefer an unfeeling automaton over a real human being."
"For that exact reason. A machine doesn't feel. It doesn't try to sweet talk you, or feed you lies and useless promises while it tries to get between your legs.” Okay, that sounded bitter, but she had no reason to hold back. Not now. Not this evening. She wasn't surprised to see Hercules nodding.
"So you wish to end your life by extending your sexual pleasure to the point that your heart gives out. Or you give yourself a stroke. Or an aneurysm."
She managed a weak smile. “At least it won't be painful.” Poor joke, but she wasn't about to apologize. “Well?"
Instead of answering, Hercules took her by the elbow and began to lead her toward another open doorway. People continued to greet him, waving or calling out to him. One female dressed as a sexy vamp referred to him as Zel as she sashayed past. Bria glanced up, but Hercules didn't appear bothered by the woman's familiarity. She resisted the urge to call him by that name, but she satisfied herself by silently mouthing it to herself.
They exited the buffet room to a smaller foyer containing a staircase. Hercules took her glass and placed it on a corner table.
"Where are we going?” Bria asked as his hand slipped from her elbow to entwine his fingers with hers.
He flashed her a warm smile. “To fulfill your fantasy."
"Now?” Boy, they sure didn't waste any time, did they?
He paused, one sandaled foot on the first stair step. “Is there any reason to delay the inevitable?"
Chapter Five
The blunt question stung. “No, I guess not.” Making a motion at the upper landing, Bria nervously giggled. “Don't tell me you have a fucking machine upstairs."
"Your wish is death by sex,” Hercules answered indirectly. “My job is to fulfill that wish to the best of my ability.” He gave her hand a tug, and Bria continued to follow him upstairs.
They passed the second story and started to continue upward toward the third story when Bria hesitated. At Hercules’ questioning glance, she looked back the way they had come. “How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this is all legitimate? I mean, how can I…?"
He shoved her against the wall and descended over her, claiming her mouth with his lips, her breasts with his hands, and her barely covered mound with a rock solid cock. Bria tried to scream against the man's invasion, but the sound was shoved back into her throat by a tongue that possessed her as thickly as she wanted him inside her.
His hips bucked, shoving the thick, rounded tip of his erection between her thighs. The sheer cotton toga prevented absolute penetration, but it wasn't enough to keep her from feeling the heat radiating from every inch of his immense hard-on.
His hands massaged her breasts. Long thumbs pinched, rolled, and teased her nipples against his index fingers. Squeezing them as his palms plumped her; pleasure sizzled into her core.
The scream drowned inside her, softening to a moan as Bria reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. Hercules released her breasts to grab her under the knees. With a breathy grunt, he lifted her thighs, spreading them as he still kept her against the wall, and shoved himself between her pussy lips.
For a moment they remained there, both of them panting lightly. Bria knew she encapsulated his engorged penis like a hot dog bun around a summer sausage. He wasn't inside her, but if he somehow managed to pull away the thin material and bury himself into her dripping quim, she wasn't about to complain or stop him. Her whole body was on fire; every inch of skin was frying from the inside out.
Vaguely she was aware of the man lowering his head next to hers. Warm lips touched her shoulder, softly kissing and licking, sending tremors all through her. “You'll get your wish tonight, My Queen,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “Far be it from me to try to convince you to allow yourself to be taken out of this world by a flesh and blood executioner, instead of one made of aluminum and silicon."
Carefully, he extricated himself from her before lowering her feet back to the floor. Bria sagged against him, suddenly unwilling to let him go, much less continue up the stairs.
"Persephone?"
She nodded in answer. Letting him take her hand, she allowed him to lead her up to the next floor.
At the landing he turned and stopped at the first door. A man dressed as a jungle god, complete with leopard print loincloth, answered three knocks. Only a loincloth. Bria stared in amazement at the wild man's thick, dark hair and blue eyes, then looked back at Hercules. The bared chest and thick neck, even the height was the same.
"Is he related to you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
"He's my brother. One of them. Let's go in."
As she expected, it was a bedroom-a large and airy one complete with a huge four-poster bed. Bria felt her feet glue to the floor when she caught sight of the contraption already sitting at the foot of the bed. Although she had never personally seen a fucking machine, she recognized it as being the real thing. It was no more than a small generator on tall, aluminum stilts, with an enormous fake dildo extending over the bed.
"It's called the Orgasmitron,” the jungle brother said.
"No kidding?” Where did one even buy one of these things? Do companies have them in catalogs? Or does it come in a kit, and have to be put together?
"Is everything ready?” Hercules asked.
"As much as we can be,” a third voice replied. From behind them stepped forward another man, an almost identical match to Hercules and the wild man, except his costume consisted of a brief leather skirt with matching cuffs around his wrists and a headband circling his forehead. If they weren't triplets…
"How many brothers do you have?"
"Hi. I'm Cray,” the jungle man introduced himself, holding out his hand. “In case you're counting, there's just the three of us."
The gladiator-garbed brother also offered to shake her hand. “Call me BJ."
"This is Persephone,” Hercules announced. “And, as you already know, her ultimate desire is to be fucked to death by the Orgasmitron."
"Shame,” BJ sighed loudly. “The queen of the underworld deserves better."
Bria was past the point of asking how the other two men knew her wish when she had only told the first brother, not to mention the fact that there was already a fucking machine on the premises, waiting for her. There were too many questions she wanted to ask, but she was afraid that if she started pressing for answers, she would chicken out of doing what she came here to do in the first place.
"My Queen?"
She glanced up to see BJ standing beside a large Japanese screen. He folded it back to reveal a tub filled with water that was still sending steam trails curling above the surface. As she stared at the tub, Hercules moved behind her and started to lift her gown away from her body.
"First, a soothing bath to prepare you,” he whispered, letting his hands glide down her arms. Slowly dropping the fabric draping over her arm, he placed tiny kisses on her skin, evoking a series of goose bumps from neck to shoulder. Bria closed her eyes to savor the gentleness as she felt her gown drift to the floor.