The Lounge

John didn’t recognise the song the two bunny girls on stage were performing but the light jazz piano, mixed with both of the smooth voices of the women created a nice atmosphere as he sipped the coke Elina had brought for him.

Ellie tightened her hug, shuffling in John’s lap. “I’d ask if you were taking inspiration from Lady Orana, but she at least gave you the choice of choosing another place to sit, whereas you completely swept me off my feet when you pulled me into your lap… not that I mind,” she said, chuckling.

John laughed along and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah… and I’d say sorry but I’m not. You make that dress look amazing, and I almost feel like if I’m not careful you’ll take the eye of someone who’d try to come and steal you from me.”

A broad smile crept onto the blonde's face and she leaned in to kiss him. “You are such a dork, I love you.”

Robin let out a laugh of his own. “You’re both dorks. Also, I bring you to a strip club and you’re not even enjoying the views.”

“Gentleman’s club,” Elina corrected. “And you would be surprised how often guests will come here with more interest in being relaxed than the entertainment.” She stressed the last word. “Now, since you are all comfortably seated, would you like privacy or would you prefer I stay? As your host, you can ask for several services from me, and as you not only have royalty but also a VIP card holder, my table side services are complimentary, though tips are always greatly appreciated.”

“What do you mean by table side services?” Ellie enquired.

A smile flashed on the fairy's face. “Well, typical things such as keeping you company. Some people like to have their host close by as eye candy, though I would more than encourage conversation.

“I am trained in dancing so I have had requests to dance while standing or on all fours on the table. The table also has a retractable pole which I could use, and finally, any one of your laps would make a great place to dance.

“I can also provide basic massages, neck, hand, arm, leg and foot massages are all included in that, though those are the limits. I may not provide you with any happy-ending style massage, at least not unless we were to visit Lust.

“Nyotaimori is also quite common and popular, and I can’t say I dislike having food eaten off my body, though as we are not in gluttony the food choice for that particular service is limited to a fruit platter. You may also make requests for me to do other things including showing you to one of our private rooms in order for you to enjoy my body in other ways. It might not be the best for me to admit, but I might have a slight reputation as being a prude among our patrons due to turning down most offers, but I am happy and willing to take any offer you might have, Your Majesty.”

Robin looked at John accusingly. “How do you manage to do this? Do you have a ‘fuck me’ aura or something? Like, you’ve told me about the girls you’ve met this past week and I just assumed you were either exaggerating or that Ellie was doing the leg work, but you didn’t do anything, you just turned up. We went to one of my favourite bars and one of the VIPs tried to use her MILF powers to get your pants off.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that more than a few people have eyed you up in the bars we’ve been in either. Like, I’d get it, you and Ellie give off no signs of magic at all which isn’t super common but there are items for it, but that wasn’t how they were looking at you, it wasn’t an intrigue, it was literally people checking you out. It’s way more forgiving here since this place is essentially a showroom for the brothel, but come on,” Robin half complained, half laughed.

John shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, I’m not doing anything,” he said before turning to Elina, “and thanks for the offer, uh… how about you join us?” he asked, holding his hand open as an invitation.

The fairy gave a small curtsy and walked over to the empty chair facing the couch that John, Elle and Robin sat on. She turned to look directly at John. “It would be an honour. First, let me just make myself a tad more presentable,” she said, and the skin beneath her dress started to become more visible as a transparent gradient rolled down her dress.

The cups of the dress that held against her boobs became so thin she might as well have pulled her dress down, her chest wasn’t small but also not large either. Her nipples stood ridged like little pencil erasers against her pink half-dollar-sized areola.

Further down her toned stomach was visible, though not nearly as clear as her chest. Further south he could see a small dark triangle between her legs, though he couldn’t be sure whether she was just wearing a skimpy pair of panties or he was able to see the vague shape of a tuft of hair.

“I hope this is to your liking, but feel free to request I change my clothing to show more or less skin. I am even able to alter my size if you wish. We have a … cage that I can be displayed in, I can dance or swing on the perch if you’d like…” Elina’s expression dropped as she brought up the latter offer, “I would have to charge you for that service, however.”

“You can change size? Is that how you’re human-sized?” Ellie questioned, obviously hoping to bring Elina’s mood back up and avoid the glaringly obvious sore spot.

It seemed to work as a soft smile came back onto her face. “This is my natural and largest size but I do have the ability to shrink down, I can be as small as a deva, though being that small makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I can get as small as a sprite before not feeling right anymore,” she explained.

“Oh, uh, what’s a deva? I thought that was like an angel or something,” Ellie said, tilting her head.

The fairy moved closer to the seat across the table from her guests and slowly sat down. “Oh, well, they’re tiny fairies. Smaller ones are often mistaken for fireflies but they can get to roughly the size of a golf ball. I’m not sure if you have played the games but the fairy Navi from the Legend of Zelda would be classed as a Deva.” Elina thought for a second before looking pointedly at John. “Would it be okay if I asked a question?”

John let out a chuckle. “You just did, didn’t you? But yes, feel free to ask anything.”

The joke got a small giggle from Ellie as she shook her head and rolled her eyes, then muttered, “Dork.”

“Well, you said you didn’t know what a flutter was and that got me thinking, how did you become Oberon? Non-fae Oberon are a little on the rarer side, and usually, they’re childhood friends of a potential Titania, before she becomes queen, which would usually mean you’d already know that kind of thing,” she queried.

Ellie shuffled with excitement and leaned her head against John’s. “Let me tell, please!” John rolled his eyes but nodded, not wanting to quench her enthusiasm.

She beamed and gave him a quick kiss, before turning to their host. “Okay, so the short version is, we ended up in her forest, she overheard us talking about something John really needed, then she gave John a deal, she’d give him what she needed, and he has to give her his firstborn children.”

John almost spat his drink out. “No, no, no, no, no. That wasn’t the deal at all,” John argued.

Ellie smiled as John began turning red and squirmed. “I mean, it basically was, she just didn’t word it that way. The outcome was the same though, she’s got a couple of buns in the oven and you have what you needed.”

“Seriously, that’s not how it was. She said she wanted sex, not a kid,” John insisted.

“Uh-huh, you turned her into a fairy cum balloon, before having any control over your fertility. There was only one outcome and she definitely got it,” Ellie teased. “Anyway, so John’s magic accidentally bound them together, not that Leilani was upset. In fact, she couldn’t wait to show off. I’d say it bothers me that I became his second wife and wasn’t his first, but it doesn’t, so long as I’m his favourite.” She raised her hand allowing her ring to reappear and showed it off. “We should probably learn how his magic marrying thing works though, wouldn’t want to accidentally get married to the wrong person.”

“Ellie, maybe less info would be better,” John said before looking over at Robin, narrowing his eyes. “And that reminds me, what was with just blurting that shit out to the receptionist?”

Robin’s brow furrowed and he let out a confused, “Huh?”

John gripped onto Ellie so that she didn’t fall as he shuffled the both of them closer to Robin. “You told her we were new to the Abyss, the fuck’s up with that?”

Robin laughed. “Oh, that. Yeah, it’s not uncommon for people with magic to avoid being part of the Abyss. We don’t actually know how many people with magic keep hidden without even acknowledging the Abyss. Some people just have no interest and want to ignore it, some get a taste of the Abyss and don’t want to be a part of it, and some are on the run so they drop off the Abyssal radar. There are people who are sheltered by their parents or siblings in order to keep them out of harm's way, and some people even gain powers later in life, though that’s quite a bit rarer.

“Either way, telling Pearl or even telling Elina that you’ve been sheltered from the Abyss doesn’t put a target on your back, especially not here. If anything, Pearl and Elina would ensure that you have a little more protection from people that might cause you harm,” Robin said, loud enough for Elina to hear.

Elina listened intently and smiled, nodding and gaining John’s attention. “He’s right, it’s not an uncommon thing, and though the Abyss can be a harsh place, not everyone is going to try taking advantage of you. That said, Robin here is a VIP so he’s aware of the professionalism we at Elation carry out; I would caution not to broadcast that fact to just anyone.”

Both John and Ellie nodded, taking in the new information. “Thanks, that’s good to know,” John intoned. He was about to continue when he noticed something in his peripheral vision. A figure approaching.

The figure was no taller than Robin, though his stocky frame made him quite imposing. His arms had veins which popped against the muscle. The outside portion of his arms sported a deep blue lizard-like scale, while the inside was a more yellow-brown hue. Several black horn-like protrusions jutted out from his elbows and shoulders while his fingers were tipped with similar coloured sharp claws.

Most of his body was covered, and his tan-scaled chest was slightly visible beneath the tight sleeveless royal blue tunic he wore; the dull gold trim and stitching gave it a much more regal look and matched with his two-toned scales.

The tunic continued down to his knee but was pulled in at the waist by a thick golden belt, which was holding up a large bright blue leather adornment. It immediately reminded him of the cloth which Moira wore. ’What would you even call that thing? Tabard? No, loincloth? Not really, maybe a breechcloth?’ he thought looking at it. The gold and leather belt matched with a bracer on his arm. John couldn’t tell if it would even be functional as part of armour, but it looked good.

Further down still John could see an eggshell blue pair of loose pants, that were then covered by shin guards matching his bracer, and where John would expect similarly flashy boots, instead were a pair of clawed feet which diligently paced over to their table without causing any damage to the carpet.

Looking up at the man’s face, John was met with a tanned human face, whose features made him look in his mid to late twenties. The scales from his body faded under his chin though two more horn-like spikes protruded from the base of his jawline.

His eyes were golden with a black slit-like iris, and his ears were long and pointed, reminding John more of an aquatic fantasy race than a dragon or elf. Just above the ears were a set of three horns on each side of his head, a small thick nub of a horn, a thinner seven-centimetre curved horn which pointed upwards and finally a thicker horn which curved back and around the side of his head ending just behind his jawline. Despite having horns in the way, the man’s silky long icy-white hair looked to be diligently maintained. Some of his hair fell onto his chest while the rest swayed as he walked, allowing John to estimate it was about mid-back in length.

The figure walked around the table keeping his eyes on John as he did, before holding his arm across his stomach and bowing slightly.

“I apologise for intruding, I understand you are entertaining right now and I’m sure you’d like to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. I too was doing the same until quite recently, that was until an enticing aroma filled my nose and I felt compelled to follow it and introduce myself to whoever it might belong to. I am the Dragon Emperor Shandry of the Tigon Empire,” he spoke, straightening up and standing proud as he uttered his name.

“Oh, uh… It’s a pleasure, I am, uh, John Newman… of the Silverwood,” he said, feeling very awkward and kicking himself for adding the Silverwood thing at the end.

“Humble as well, I see. I wish not to take up your time. I only wish to extend my hand with an offer. I have many wives and husbands but I feel a particular draw to you. If you would do me the honour of being at my side, we could unite both our kingdoms. I wish not to take control of your lands or wealth but would offer you riches and aid in anything my empire could.

“I am not one for sharing usually, I am quite protective of my husbands and wives and usually ask that they do not take partners even within my harem; however, I would be willing to include you as the only other they could be with, and would even offer you the womb of any of my brides, if you so wish.”

John shifted slightly, subconsciously pulling Ellie closer to him. “I… uh, that’s extremely… flattering, I guess…” John said. “I apologise, but I’m really not into guys, and I’m kinda happy with the people I’m already engaged with.”

Shandry roared in laughter. “A man who knows what he wants and has the balls to refuse what he doesn’t. You have my respect, I apologise for my forwardness. Please, if you take anyone into Lust, let them know that it’s on my tab. If you ever change your mind, however, the offer will still stand. I’m sure you will find me if you seek me out.”

The guy walked off, laughing. As he approached the exit, several girls and guys crowded him, some doting on him and some seemingly reassuring him.

“Uh, what was that about? Mind filling us in?” Ellie asked, tightening her own grip around him.

John was confused for a moment, before putting two and two together. ’Wish there was some kind of indicator to tell me when I’ve switched language’ he thought.

I’ll think about it… maybe

John blew out air as he silently chuckled, shaking his head, and then began explaining the exchange. Ellie, Robin and Elina all seemed to find it quite amusing, though Elina seemed a little more contemplative. John wasn’t sure whether she thought she should have stopped him or she was annoyed at someone trying to make a pass at him under her watch. After a few minutes, just as he was beginning to loosen up and relax again, he tensed up.

’Oh, no… Not again’ John thought, spotting a figure clearly walking towards them, though this time he spotted the tell-tale curves of a woman.

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