// Chapter 33 \\

WARNING!!! Very smutty and mature content ahead. Read at your own risk!

There were many things heard of about the passion halls of Dusk Court. Anything and everything happened in them as long as lust was the drive of it. People had made love shamelessly for all to see. Some shamelessly joined in groups. There were even competitions in some parts of the hall, such as who could hold out on begging for release the longest or who could simply hold their release.

I couldn't lie and say the place hadn't fascinated me, that part of me sometimes wished to get drunk on the lust of the place and be in the middle of the shameless crowd, bare before them. But the anything and everything had somehow always pulled me back. Now, I was about to enter the place with my closest of friends.

We'd made our way to the entry point of the hall from the alter room. It was hard to believe the entry point was said to be the same as all the others throughout the palace. The entrance was merely a red and blue curtain covering a dome entrance. The dome wasn't that large either and the curtain was long enough that nothing could be seen on the other side.

Greeting us at the entrance was a lady wearing a skin-tight black and white dress. Her lashes were black, long, and curled, and her hair was a very pale blue, almost white. That made her light green eyes all the more mysterious. However, there was quite a bit of age to her.

"Welcome, High Monarchs and Court guests. This is one of the entryways to the famous passion halls. I'm sure you all seek entry?" The lady asked.

"We do." Heeyoung spoke for the group with a proud smirk, hands on her hips.

The lady raised her brows at Heeyoung's confidence. Clearly, she didn't know how much Heeyoung partied despite her calming facial features.

"Now, what happens in these halls should happen behind closed doors." The woman informed as caution. She looked to us with a sultry smile, batting her lashes. "Private pleasure rooms are easily accessible and provided in the halls. Those lock upon entry and will give you plenty of privacy. However," she batted her lashed once more, "No one is stopping anyone from doing it on public display in these halls. And may I remind you it does get intense. Our incense is a powerful sedative but we only have small portions put out through the halls. They burn in the candles and, my, do they cause most of the intensity. That drug has a mind of its own, knowing what you want without you actually knowing it. It may cause you to do something you do not wish. If you would feel uncomfortable in this environment, now is the time to back out."

"Steamy." Heeyoung commented in a low voice to me.

I smiled, shifting in anticipation of what we were getting ourselves into. I wasn't planning to back out and neither was Heeyoung. However, telling from none of the talk from Yeosang and Hongjoong behind us, they weren't backing out either.

"Alright then," The lady spoke before waving her hand to the entryway beyond, "Enter through this door one at a time and take the door to the passion hall. Ladies first." The lady winked to Heeyoung and I.

Heeyoung took a step forward first before jumping out of her own skin as a mask appeared over her face. She turned back to us, wide eyed with an intricate monarch butterfly woven of black lace covering her face.

"Everyone wears masks in the passion halls." The lady commented.

Heeyoung eased as she adjusted the mask on her face. I could've swore there was a blush in embarrassment in the bit of cheek I could see. Wordlessly, she turned and made her way through the clothed entrance.

I stepped forward then, letting an identical mask to Heeyoung's cover my face before I stepped forward to the cloth. My heart lurched as I forced myself to turn around to see Yeosang there. I gave him a smile with a bit of sultry included. In response, he raised a brow as a mask took form over his face.

I turned around with a blush myself and opened the cloth to the room beyond. It was a small golden chamber with a red and blue velvet floor. I let the blanket fall closed and gasped when the fabric of my dress suddenly became more airy. I looked down as my hair tumbled out of its braid to find that my red and blue dress was now replaced with iridescent red and blue lace. The color that the lace showed depended on the light, sometimes it showed black or lilac instead, glittering pieces of gold in it.

Triangle cuts formed over my breasts, bordered by thick lace. What filled the space was intricately woven smaller lace that depicted stars and rings. The lace was see through, and exposed my nipples to the cool air. It only tied up around my neck and across my back. The lower area was more questionable. The panties fit like a pair of shorts with the belts on my upper thighs. The belts connected to the hick lacing border of the panties. They were woven with the same intricate pattern of rings and stars, but there was a hidden opening in the cloth right over my core. There would be no need to remove the lacing with what I was expected to get into.

My suntan bare skin was practically all visible, the millions of freckles that sprayed my body where others usually didn't see were shown: my shoulders, back, legs, the few at my belly button, and the bits atop my breasts. I was entirely exposed. A sudden thrill went through me with that. The lace was light weight and I did almost feel free, however the lacing wasn't my doing.

I looked around the room for signs of who had done this, but the room looked entirely private. There wasn't a sign of a person in sight. I bit my lip before I looked to the door beyond me. This would take me to the passion halls. I took a deep breath before I stepped forward in my red and blue heels, opening the door.

What first struck me was the incense. It was a faint and light sent of a honey-milk smell. I wouldn't have thought anything of it if it weren't for the effect it had. Suddenly, my cheeks were flushed and my heart pattered against my rib cage, threatening to burst out. The shivers I felt through my scull almost sent me stumbling. These shivers weren't unnatural though. They were welcomed waves of pleasure that coursed through me. My mouth went agape, inhaling the aroma, plunging it into my lungs as it lit me on fire. Suddenly, all I felt from the aroma heightened and my senses numbed into lulling ecstasy.

I gazed forward through my vision. The hall looked more like a chamber with the floors it contained. Wide open rooms hung from the ceilings with only bedding and cushions filling up the space. Then there were the outcroppings from the railings above and below. Some contained tubs with clear waters and syrup liquids of color while others contained more cushions. Some areas simply had uprisings. There were chains in some of those areas and other contraptions, but my eyes had stopped paying attention to the furnishings of the hall. My eyes had immediately gone to the people. Everywhere, men and women alike were doing something that should be done behind closed doors.

A pair of women in barely-covering black lace had torn the fine cushions apart as they clung to each other, one plunging her fingers into the other in a similar slotted panty contraption to my own. They were close enough that I heard the woman's deep but soft moans of glee from the other's doing. On another bedded platform farther away, a woman of long luscious hair and a curved figure clung to the cushions, panting as two men roved over her body. A pleasuring smile crossed her face as one nipped near her core, the other worked at her breasts, whispering into her ear. Farther below, a man and a woman were covered in glittering red liquids. The liquid clunged to them like sweet honey as the woman deeply kissed the man. Her legs were thrown around him, moving herself deeper into his cock as he took to squeezing her thighs. Four men gathered in a set of cushions farther below the previous couple. One man was in the center of the four in red belts and lace. His hands and feet were bound but he tried his best to pry his legs apart, revealing a throbbing length.

All were either completely bare or wore small portions of cloth but what was the same across all of them was the masks they wore. Their identities weren't shown, and that somehow sent me plummeting more into this pleasuring tizzy.

I inhaled another breath, taking in everything with a slight hum, which sounded more like a wine as I felt my area longingly reach and plead to something that wasn't there. It was such an intense feeling, I'd almost wanted to invite myself to the black marble floor beneath me and rut myself against it. I almost did. Night, I wanted to move anything against me so long as it gave me the release I needed. But at the same time, my mind desired something it had wanted— wanted for a long time.

I continued to watch the men beneath me as one finally kneeled down, licked his lips, and helped himself to the laced man's length. The intensity of how he shuttered gave me a shuttering breath. I couldn't help the complete ache I attained as the laced man flexed and immediately tightened his thighs from the other man's movement. He completely removed his mouth and was now only letting his tongue move up and down on the man's twitching cock. They were practically dripping in sweat. Such powerful men.

I moaned, stumbling backwards where I landed into something silken, warm, and hard. Particularly, I felt something strong and hard caressing my lower body.

Yeosang had come in right behind me. It was Yeosang was behind me. He's like a brother to me.

But the moment his callouses made their way around my hips, I realized I didn't care if he was a brother to me. The touch was sensational, my nerves frenzying at the warm blazing mingling of his knuckles on my hips. I inhaled another breath of the honey-milk air to only choke on the breath as the feeling was heightened. This was the best feeling I ever had.

I leaned into his torso and gazed down to where he touched me. However, along the way my eyes had looked to find my nipped were already hardened painfully rubbing against the lace as I breathed. It seemed that once I noticed them, Yeosang's knuckles rose higher, grazing over my belly before they found my breasts. The veins of his hands were intense, his fingers lightly tracing over my nipples before he pinched them between the fingers of his fists.

I wanted those fingers. I wanted to have them in my mouth with my tongue roving over them. I wanted to suck on them.

My breath hitched and a sound escaped me.

Night, how would Yeosang take me? Cock, tongue, fingers, antlers? Any part of him was fine, just as long as he had me. The feeling of having him was becoming addicting to me, I couldn't have the thought leave me.

Suddenly, there was a lick up the nape of my neck. I moaned. I didn't care as perfect puffs of lips kissed the area between my neck and head, under my hair before I felt the stinging sensation as they bit into me. My mouth remained agape as a continuous moan poured out of me.

I pressed myself back against him then, rubbing myself against his length, realizing there was barely any thread separating myself the the silken strong skin feeling of him. I was delighted when I heard a low growl sound from behind me and the length beneath me somehow hardened even more.

I didn't know half of what was happening when I was suddenly dragged away from the main railing of the hall. I only kept focus on the feeling of myself against Yeosang's length. I only registered the sound of a door creaking and how the room's golden lighting suddenly became a dim plum.

I was twirled, the cool air that touched my body, nerve endings shivering through me, before I was pressed up against a cold wall. The wall was cold, I never felt like walls were cold. And yet, my skin felt aflame— on fire. Everything coursed through me at such intensity that I wanted it to burst out.

A sun kissed golden chest flooded my hazy vision before I found myself kissing the lips that had been on my neck. Those lips were soft and sparkling with warmth. His tongue found my way within me almost without me knowing. Our tongue moved up and down one another, just as our bodies started doing.

I panted as a burst of pure pleasure erupted from my core. It caused me to flinch and curve up against his warm chest in a blur of lust. Our breaths were now our kisses as our tongues were barely touching anymore. We now focused ourselves on moving up against one another.

He moved his hands to my lower thighs, lifting them up in warm burning hands, leaving me to only brace myself in the wedge between his blazing body and the numbing wall on either side of me. He seemed to move far away from me then, causing me to wine before I quickly choked on a gasp as I felt something at my core, causing me to quickly wrap my legs around him. It poked and prodded into me barely before it thrusted its way in. The molten feel of his length sent a shiver through me along with a cry of his name.

"Yeosang."

"Aurora."

There was a pause in both of our movements then, our pants the only thing heard after our words. Perhaps the incense had me hearing things. However, that was when I really looked at the man I'd been with. A mask covered his face, leaving his pure gleaming golden skin the only thing to be noticed. However, what was most notable was that he didn't have antlers.

Both of us carefully moved at the same time to the other's mask. Carefully removing it.

I lifted his mask to be greeted with a pair of golden eyes and black hair that was drenched with sweat and clung to his forehead. His mouth was agape and had golden lipstick on it. I was staring at Park Seonghwa, Cress of Dawn Court.

And, somehow, the rapid pace of my heart didn't seem to care too much about that. Suddenly, my mind was filled with the addictive idea and pleasure of him.

Somehow we both made sounds at the same time, loud moans of realization but no protest as we took another inhale of incense and plunged into each other.

We kept each other in that room all night with the motivating pleasure of incense, dangling the candles of the aroma to our noses as we took each other in the cushions, contraptions, and liquids.

I had released so many times that the next things we did became a total blur and somewhere along the way I found darkness.

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