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He breathed through it, waiting for his body to adjust.

He should have known his audience was too impatient for that.

When it dinged he almost pretended not to hear, but then lifted his right arm above his face to read it.

Maestro: You’re bleeding.

“You like that,” the accusation burst out of him before he could help it, the incredulity in his tone impossible to miss. But what kind of sicko got off on seeing a stranger bleed?

It was yet another reminder about the danger he was truly in. On the surface, this might just look like a sex app, but Nix wasn’t a moron. No one went through these extreme lengths to cover up nothing.

Branwen wouldn’t kill herself over nothing either.

Maestro: Should I come over there and give you a hand, Songbird?

“You don’t know where I am,” he hated that he sounded afraid and unsure but…This could literally be anyone.

Maestro: I could find you.

“I…” He licked his lips and urged his voice to steady when he said, “Demon Passing. The Night of the Nightshade. How about you find me then?”

It was risky, showing all his cards this early, before he’d even made it into the King chat, but missing this opportunity would be foolish. He was already here, on his back, taking a rubber cock for this Maestro person. Might as well go all in.

There was a moment where everything seemed to still as he waited for a response, but then—

Maestro: Fuck yourself hard and come screaming my name. Then, I might consider hunting you at the party.

The Night of the Nightshade was the most secretive event for Enigma, taking place only once a year. And one of the very few confirmed times every high-standing member met in person. He’d only been made aware of it because Bishops were given an invitation to try and prove their worth by making it into the King tier before then.

Whoever had pushed Branwen to the edge, they would be there.

“Deal.” Nix didn’t second guess his decision, dropping his arm so he could reach for his dick again.

Even though it still stung, he slid the dildo all the way out to its crown and then drove it back in, pounding his own ass in beat with the pumps of his fist on his glistening cock. He worked himself into a frenzy, grunts turning to sharp moans of pleasure as the pain dissipated and turned into skyrocketing bliss.

Fire licked across his skin and he broke out in a sheen of sweat, his heels bracing on the edge of the bed as he drew closer and closer to release. He kept his gaze downcast the whole time, watching himself in his hand to avoid looking up at the camera.

“I’m going to come! Maestro! I’m going to—” He managed to say it just in time, thick, creamy ropes of come spurting from his slit before he’d even fully finished speaking. He continued to ride the toy through it, ringing himself dry in the process until he was certain there was nothing left for him to give.

In a gasping heap, he fell on his back, his arms dropping at either side of his head. The dildo was still buried deep, but he didn’t have the strength to reach down and remove it, focused instead on calming his breathing.

Nix had no clue how long he stayed like that, lying in his own mess, but when he finally peeled himself up, wincing when he sat on the end of the toy, the light indicating the chat was active was off on his computer.

He scrambled to his feet, legs giving out so that he crashed to his knees in front of his desk, the sting barely registering as he panicked and searched the chat.

Maestro was gone.

And he hadn’t left any other comments after the last one.

Had…Had that not been good for him? Had Nix done something wrong? Had he blown his chance?

Tears brought on by frustration threatened to form, but before any of them could fall, his private messenger lit up.

Maestro: See you soon, Songbird.

It wasn’t over. He was going to offer Nix another Favor. He squeezed his eyes shut, the mixture of anxiety and relief warring within him. He wanted this, needed it, but there was no telling what Maestro would ask of him next or even when that would be.

What if Nix was still a Bishop in three weeks when he entered Foxglove Grove?