“The game is set by Fratres Seminis. You are to be tested. I am the vessel; therefore each brother must permit me to consume his offering.”
I thought it would be something indecent like that! “Tell me. How many brothers do you have?”
Leopold cocked his head and bit his lip. He looked every bit the naive boy at that moment. I could see by the way his features began to relax that whatever drug Sebastian added to the Brandy was working quickly.
“When I take your sacred nectar into me, I will have nine brothers.” He said, his lips loosening and his words slurring even more.
“Nine? I saw seven men at the ritual?”
“Oh ja, one is a naughty, naughty boy, and was denied as punishment.”
“Goodness. What did he do?”
“Lawrence does not appreciate betrayal, you know. My wayward love made promises he could not keep… which is a shame … because he adored sucking me, and he was very good at it.” He said in an alarmingly childlike manner.
“And you expect such a performance of me? What if I’ve had too much to drink and cannot perform?”
“I will be disappointed and I will report to my Brothers that you could not satisfy me.” He pouted. There was a warning tone in those words.
“The sacred scrolls say that for the ritual to be successful all who partake must feel love. Tonight, you will tell me how to love you Benedict, and I will share myself with you.”
The boy made the act of sexual congress sound like a business transaction. But hearing Leopold’s words awoke something at the back of my mind. I did not know what, but seeds of anxiety bloomed within.
“But… but, I don’t know you. We are merely acquaintances,” I protested.
“At the moment, ja. But I understand the game of love, Mein Herr. I have every reason to believe that very soon you will love me, just like my brothers do.” He insisted. I frowned at him. This was fantasy and not one I cared to indulge in.
“Now come, Benedict, let us not fall out.”
Evie slammed the Brandy bottle on the table between us.
“I am beginning to feel quite left out here, boys. What game are we playing?” She pouted.
Leopold slumped back in his chair still absently shuffling the cards. “We wouldn’t want the pretty lady to feel left out now, would we?” He sent his mischievous eyes from Evie to me and back again, and then grinned wickedly.
“I say, Benedict. Why don’t you choose a card from the packet? A high card means you take me and Evie gets to watch us and frig. A low card means you take her and I will watch and frig, ja?”
I had not heard that word for self-abuse used since my school days. I turned and sent an irritable gaze in Cavell’s direction, my eyes beseeching him to tell me what to do. I was deeply uncomfortable with the young man’s suggestion.
Leopold fanned the cards across the table and with a look of determination in his eyes he pinned me and ordered, “Choose”.
Not getting a word of protest from Evie, I tossed back my glass of Port and placed the empty tumbler on the table. All three of us shot suspicious gazes to one another as I leaned in and slid a card from the packet. I hoped to God that it was not a high number. I turned the card over.
“How very intriguing. One of hearts.” Leopold pouted.
“Evie told me earlier that she was rather desperate to fuck you, Mr. Shopkeeper. I find I am jealous that she will get her wish. I told her you were all for me tonight, but, the cards have spoken.”
“Does the lady not have a say?” I protested.
“HA! She is no lady! Evie is a common tart. I thought it would be a fun game to fool Benjamin’s friends into thinking she was French aristocracy. It was a good joke, ja?”
Evie grinned as she leaned closer, slipped her hand between my thighs, cupped me through my trousers, and rubbed. It appeared that Cavell wanted to take this further and give the German hellion a show. I was not comfortable with intimacy in front of others. But I could not rightly leave and have the boy complain to Blake about my lack of prowess. Evie and I stared daggers at one another—Cavell challenging me to play along. And so, I gave myself to the game. I gripped Evie’s wrist roughly, startling her. I would play along and teach the man a lesson. I stood abruptly, my chair falling back onto the floor. I dragged the woman with me and pushed Evie roughly against the wall,
“Yes, yes. This is what I want.” Leopold cheered and clapped.
I stole a hungry kiss from Cavell and then I spun Evie around and pushed her face-first to the wall.
“But is this what you want, you filthy little slut?” I barked as I thrust my hands under Sebastian’s dress and petticoats.
“Yes, do it, do it!” Leopold called enthusiastically as if he were wagering on a cockfight.
“Do you want it like this, rough and hard against a wall? Tell me?”
“Oui Monsieur, do it!” Evie said in a breathy accent, and my God, Cavell knew how to rile the beast in me! I tore blue silk French knickers from her, the flimsy fabric falling to the floor, and then I ran my hands over hips and soft clenched buttocks. I pressed my clothed erection between the cleft of his arse. The groan was not only from the man dressed as a woman
