Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

and overwhelm him, but I was still strung up from the ceiling, and my newfound health didn’t fix that.

Instead, I took the time to study my surroundings. The room had not been designed for a human being. Everything was too big; the door, bed, fireplace, even the armoire – which might be made of bone – looked like the architect had multiplied everything by two. The rest of the room was cold, solid stone, and I was momentarily thankful that my feet were dangling a couple inches off the ground. At least until my shoulders started aching again.

“Don’t start thinking I like you,” the creature continued. “But battered and broken is no way to see the Lady. She likes her prey with a little more spunk.”

“I’ve got plenty of spunk,” I shot back, trying, and failing, to intimidate the creature.

Part of it might be because I was still strung up like a kalua pig for the Fae’s version of a luau, or it was the thing that came through the too-big door a moment later. Next to it, I was no more threatening than a baby throwing a tantrum.

“Holy giant, blue Avatar-chick, Batman,” my jaw dropped as the extra-large furnishings suddenly made perfect sense.

It was definitely a she. Her breasts were as big as my entire torso, and were concealed under a bikini top that was barely keeping everything contained. She easily stood a dozen feet tall, with ice-blue skin that didn’t seem to mind the otherworldly chill. White hair was pulled back in a ponytail, while red glyphs danced across her skin at random. She regarded me with cold eyes, so I gulped and looked away. It was Being a Pussy 101 to not look the big bad guy, or gal, in the eye. If she wanted to, she was big enough she could use my head as a dildo to get herself off, and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

Her leg muscles rippled with strength as she strode toward me. A thin strip of leather encircled her waist, while a bit of hanging cloth was carefully positioned to conceal the slit between her legs. They were the type of legs that could crush a man’s head like a ripe watermelon. I nearly pissed myself as she approached, but despite the fear developing in my gut, my dick gave a twinge. She saw my rod pulse and stopped in her tracks. Then she laughed.

I looked like a child next to her, which meant me trying to fuck her would be like throwing a hot dog down a highway. She knew that, I knew that, even the boar-dude knew that; but it was still a hammerfist to my ego for her to point and laugh at my dick.

“Hahaha,” I said after a moment, not able to stop my ego from writing a check my body couldn’t cash.

The giant stopped laughing, and squatted down to look me in the eye. “Hello, Cam.”

I got whiplash from how fast I flinched away from her. I knew that voice. “Aveena?” I now felt deeply ashamed that I’d started to pop some chub.

“This is the real me,” she did a little twirl that lifted the backside of her loincloth and flashed a toned, ice-blue ass.

“No, stop it,” I commanded my dick as it started to get hard, but it had a mind of its own.

She ignored my growing erection as she went to lounge by the fire. “You almost got the best of me,” she admitted as she poked at the logs with a poker that could have been a Greek hoplite’s spear. “To think, I almost lost everything because I couldn’t catch a stupid human like you. I’m ashamed that I ever doubted myself. Once I got my hands on you . . . it was so easy.”

She was fucking with me. I knew it, but that didn’t stop the hits from landing. I wanted to say Lilith was coming for me. That the Venetian Cabal wouldn’t take this shit lying down, but I didn’t know that for sure. Would Venus go to war over little, old me? Judging by the triumph on Aveena’s face, we both knew the truth.

“Is this the part where you monologue and tell me your diabolical plan,” I asked, feigning disinterest.

“No monologue,” she shrugged. “I’m going to take you to my mother, and then I’m going to kill you.”

“I’ve heard that one before,” I rolled my eyes while squeezing my asshole shut so I didn’t shit myself in fear.

“I’m not sure yet how I’m going to do it,” she ignored me. “Simple decapitation is too easy, too clean. I could skin you, but who has the time? Maybe I’ll just rip your head off with my bare hands, but do I really want to get that messy?”

I gulped. “I prefer option one,” I kept the thought to myself. There was no reason to drive her toward a less desirable end.

And that’s the moment I knew I was going to die. Not when I woke up chained to the ceiling, or the boar-dude came close and nearly turned me into a human popsicle. I’d accepted certain death when I admitted which way to die would be the easiest. If I knew anything about Aveena, it was that I could count on it being extra painful.

The noble Fae must have seen the hope extinguished in my eyes, because she laughed long and hard. “It’s like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one,” she sighed as she wiped away a tear of joy. “And to think, I completely fucked Lilith’s life as well. That’s just the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae that is my life right now.”

I could deal with accepting my own imminent demise, but fucking with my succubus ignited that flame in me. My Fae gifts roared as I tried