Promised to a Gargoyle King but the Werewolf King wants us.

Chapter 9 - Silver Chasity belts.

A knock at the door distracted whatever Damien was going to say. He stood up, quiet, staring at Kate strangely as he let in whoever it was.

It was a man. In a tailored suit. Pushing a tray of something, covered in silver covers, looking pretty fancy all over.

“Forgive me, Sir. There is a young gentleman and lady, in room 516 by, the name of Sir Tanks and Lady Turin who bade me to deliver you this.” The bus boy, or Butler, or whatever the man in the suit called himself, gestured grandly across the silver topped tray of goodies. It looked suitably impressive in his tailored suit and distinguished face. Then he backed off as quickly as he probably hoped was polite, his mouth twisting strangely, as if he was struggling to not laugh.

Kate should have guessed it wasn't all food when he backed up as fast as he could but Damien had no clue. He lifted up one of the silver covers, then the next, and then the next, his face going bright red all over again.

Condoms arranged in a sword formation.

A sex toy. Or at least, that was what she had to assume it was, she wasn't sure what else could look like that.

Costumes. Themed costumes.

Food, involving paint on body chocolate and edible glitter and other such things.

Champagne. Chocolate. Oysters.

Luckily, real lunch too, which was kind of a relief. But all finger food, she noticed, like nachos, dips, fruit and chocolate dip, cocktail food. She met Damien's eyes and saw the same shock and embarrassment there. Not bad, exactly, but shocked.

“I'll kill him.” He decided, heading for the laptop, cracking his knucles as he turned it on. “Let's see what he thinks when he looses his EXP points again.”

This had very successfully distracted him from Kate's bombshell. Or hadn't he believed her? She slid into his lap, as he glanced up, his face still hot.

“You don't believe me?”

“I- sorry. Sorry. Tank's gift distracted me.” He glanced back at the sex toy and his eyes widened slightly. “I saw the diagram of how to use it.”

She resisted her curiosity to look. Kate tried to focus. She felt something prodding her and stood up again, awkward, even though it wasn't the first time she'd felt that. Was it because of the diagram?

The curiosity grew. Kate went for the table.

Damien seemed to snap out of it. He rushed after her, trying to tug her away from the table, his face burning up. “Ah, shit, Kate, don't lo-”

Too late. She stared at a very good drawing of herself and Damien. Signed by Turin. A diagram of where and how to use this dildo, batteries and remote control included, and ...some items of clothing missing. Long hair included. The way she was drawn, she had to admit, long hair did kind of ...look amazing sometimes.

“Woah.”

“Yeah.” He admitted. “Woah.”

Kate flushed and shut her eyes. Focus. Focus.

“So were you kidding?” Damien's voice shook. She opened his eyes to see him fumbling with the diagram, trying to fold it up, like he couldn't quite bring himself to throw it away. His personal porn of her?

“No.”

“You sure? Because fairy godmothers are old ladies and don't exist. Magic isn't real.” He tried to be concern, tried very hard, though the porn had thrown them both. “I mean, it's not real at all.”

Kate held up the glowing mark on her hand. He fixed his eyes on it.

“I'm real.”

“I-” He looked kind of afraid suddenly, just for a second. “I seriously don't know how to take this.”