Chapter 11

Sybil’s POV

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“Ah!” I shut my eyes and stumbled back with the tray of food in my hand.

“Are you okay?” Aria asked, holding a tray of food herself. My eyes were still shut from the scene I’d walked in on.

What’s going on now?

“Y-yes I’m fine.” I looked down, not wanting to gaze my eyes with the pictorial images before me.

“So wh-“ she cut herself off and followed my line of gaze all the way to the bar. A girl displayed on the table, taking cock to her mouth, to her ass while some released on her.

That wasn’t all, it was as if the bar was raining cocks and breasts rather than the smell of gin. Moans, semen, and the smell of come were all over the place.

The bar was as though it were a sex kingdom, everyone was busy moaning, or stuffed, bent over sideways, and in some position I didn’t realize was possible.

I walked into it with no warning and besides the first girl was the one who was being sprayed on the table, her pussy directly in front of me, stuffed with a dick, and her hands massaging her breasts.

And it was the same bar from last time when I’d been brought here. Outside was dark, quiet, and cold. However, in here it was a totally different world.

I had no idea with the celebration this time was, because there seemed to be an awful lot of that here than was needed.

“Oh,” Aria said, “I thought you’d gotten used to it.” She snorted, a little chuckle leaving her.

“With this?” My face seemed to have conveyed the horror in me and the surprise. Her free hand found my wrist and she tugged me to a corner so that she wouldn’t have to strain for me to hear her.

“It’s always like that.” Even here she still yelled because of how loud they were.

She leaned away, “There’s always a big celebration after a successful raid.”

“Ah, I see.” I nodded understanding why there was suddenly enough food. The kitchen woman didn’t get hysterical this time over food.

“For them after a successful raid, they treat themselves. Consider it as a trophy. Food, exquisite wine and lots of women to fuck is the trophy.”

That was sick, I scrunched my nose. “Just because they are soldiers?”

“Especially because they are soldiers,” she said amused before she nudged me towards the bar once again.

Drinks were everywhere and nearly everyone was openly making out. Only being in the presence of it all would arouse someone

Clearing my throat, I closed my eyes as I momentarily prepared myself for what serving horny werewolves would do.

“Easy, don’t think too much about it.” Her shoulder bumped mine gently before she walked down, weaving through tables of delicacies, food, drink, and women.

“Ay! Wine!” A table yelled and I rushed over, getting over myself.

I served wine all through ignoring the piercing gaze behind me. I kept my head up, eyes ahead.

“You are the new girl, right?” A soldier with rippling muscles asked, hair fisted under his hand.

“Yes.” I didn’t meet his eyes as I refilled his cup.

“You have nice tits, and will suck them good.”

“Thank you, hmm.” I immediately left his table for another

When I turned to serve beef on the table. I wondered who fucked and ate. Apparently, soldiers. I caught sight of Death with his bitch.

She was rubbing herself all over him. I had tried not to look at them, not to note the muscle in his throat, but they buckled up.

It was a good thing he was occupied with her, I didn’t want a repeat of last time, I didn’t want him to parade me around like his whore and touch me before hundreds of soldiers.

Thinking that brought back a visceral memory of him doing just that and I stumbled back, bumping into something hard behind me.

My tray fell over in the process and the wine in my hand poured over the man beside me.

“Shit! I’m sorry.” I dropped down immediately to pick up the wine bottle when I heard the man laugh, unbothered by what had just happened.

That was when I saw the girl beneath him, bouncing her breast, squeezing it as the man fucked. She smiled at me as her eyes rolled into her head. She moaned some incoherent words, some I made out were her imploring to go faster.

I instantly averted my gaze, it landed on another girl, when our eyes met she winked at me and licked her tongue. She was on top, riding him. Both of them were lost in ecstasy

“New girl!”

“Coming!” I shut up like one doused with ice water, I hurried over to the table that called for me, keeping a passive face.

“Beer!”

“Coming right away,” I bowed and scurried out, fully aware that he was still watching me. I rushed out into the kitchen, piling glasses of beer on the tray.

I steadied myself with the tray in hand when the kitchen lady stepped in front of me. She took the tray from me and handed it over to another girl.

“The Alpha has sent for you, he’s in his room.”

My heart plummeted down to my stomach and I froze. “W-what?”

“Are you deaf, girl?” Kitchen lady demanded in irritation, needing to be somewhere else rather than before a confused she-wolf.

What was it this time? I remembered how he had been staring at me, did I do something wrong while serving?

‘It’s probably nothing,’ my wolf said, offering me her support.

Right.

“T-the drink, she won’t know the table.”

“The alpha comes first, girl. Now off you go.” Kitchen woman turned in the direction of her post while I climbed up.

What did he need me for, was his favorite fuck piece not robbing him well? She had mewed from one side to another like a stray cat desperate for warmth and he’d let her, now he sent for me?

I pushed down the growing ire inside me and I strutted over to his room.

Reaching the door, I inhaled and then pushed it open. The bed was directly opposite the door, but far back with curtains draping by the side.

His room was empty unlike my first time here, the room was dimly lit, enhancing the eerie glow of the room and its master.

I was still inspecting the room, trying to catch any sign of the alpha when I heard, “Why didn’t you knock?”

Death’s voice came from a curtain far from the bed, near the window and I turned to a statue.