The Cursekeeper

The Sex Doll

Song is, "Old Time Rock N' Roll" by Bob Seger. Chapter is rated M for drug use.

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In the luxurious apartment that Aynaet was currently in, a masculine looking apartment in dark colors, she waited patiently on the black leather couch in the living room, nursing a bottle of beer. Her "sex doll" had a surprise for her. "Somethin' that will make ya laugh," he had said in his typical, deep drawl.

Aynaet touched her horns, wondering why they were still drawn back over her head, limp and soft like flesh. It happened during her first orgasm of the day with the sex doll.

They'd spent hours having sex and while Aynaet was almost completed sated now, she still had some residual emotions. Normally when she came to visit her pet, it was to fuck away the sexual urges she would occasionally get. Strange how a heartless queen could still feel arousal, but seeing as how most everyone else behaved in Hell, sex was a meaningless way to let off steam. Since Aynaet cherished the act of making love between two people who loved each other, the sexual "encounters" during her time down here with the king had been...most unpleasant.

The sex doll, however, made things mildly tolerable.

At least until she came to see her toy this morning, aching with a powerful need she hadn't felt in centuries. Needless to say, he gave it to Aynaet real good. She took another sip of beer and gazed around the living room, the same one she'd seen many times before. It was her sex doll's personal apartment and out of all of Valentine's creations, her pet was the only one who had his own place. Posters of movies he liked littered the wall, all of them slightly crooked. "I don't like it when decorations are lined up perfect," he'd said to her once. "No idea why, but if I keep things...not perfect, it gives the place more of a homey, invitin' feelin', I reckon."

Aynaet chirped at the man's sense of style. As her eyes settled on one of his bookshelves, studying the ridiculous amount of John Wayne memorabilia he had, she smirked.

It was cute how her pet idolized the actor, and she could definitely see why. She was a John Wayne fan herself.

Play music here

Aynaet turned her head towards the hallway, a pair of blue jeans being tossed into the room. Her doll, dressed in a pink button down shirt, white underwear and socks slid across the hardwood floor. He began to lip sync with a silver candlestick as his microphone, sunglasses covering his eyes as he danced to the music. The queen chirped loudly and threw her head back, clapping her hands at his performance. The doll jerked his hips forward with his arms raised in the air, gyrating towards his lover. Aynaet continued laughing and threw an arm back over the couch to watch her pet act goofy and sexy at the same time.

I like that old time rock n' roll

He shook his head to the beat while doing the disco finger, then he skipped backwards while waving a hand to signify a "no". Aynaet chirped with laughter once more before knuckling her cheek, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. Her pet thumbed behind him towards the exit with a scrunched up lip before doing a smooth twirl on his feet.

I like that old time rock n' roll

The doll got to his knees while pretending to sing passionately into the candlestick.

Still like that old time rock n' roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n' roll

He rushed off his knees and grabbed his blue electric guitar, pretending to play a solo. Aynaet let a smile appear on her face, even though she knew it looked more terrifying than her permanent scowl. Still, her pet loved her smile. He smiled back at her, dancing around while winding his arm around and trying to do the splits.