Animal Behavior [Mature]

[Breaker]

[Closed to Ayaka. This thread contains mature sexual content, and should probably not be read by anyone.]

Three years ago…

Sex smelled the same as any other desire; like sweat on an old shirt.

I’d visited casinos, racetracks, and auctions of all sorts, no matter how dark. I’d seen desire in all its forms and smelled the rank sensuality within it. The possibilities that appeared when someone wanted something. But I had never seen desire on such unbridled display until I stepped through the front door of Madame Océan’s Maison de Plaisir.

My metal boots pinged softly on the dark marble floor as I crossed the threshold. A great hall stretched out before me, full of statues of naked people on pedestals; elves, dwarves, humans, even a demon. After a moment I realized they were not statues, but live still models. To my left and right groups of young women cuddled on leather sofas, contorted into never ending knots of supple flesh. Arms and legs writhed, and fingers and tongues darted in and around holes. They called out to me to join them, some by name. I was not unknown in those parts.

“Breaker!” A man with slick red sifan clothing and an oily pointed beard greeted me from between the statues. Two hulking half-orcs shadowed him, looking ready to fight at moment’s notice.

“I’d tell your bloodhounds to keep their distance,” I said as I shook Jasper’s hand. His smile flickered slightly as he felt the strength of my grip.

“Oh them?” He chuckled, flexing his hand. “They follow me whenever I’m in the club. Don’t mind them a bit. Come right this way… can we get you a drink or anything?”

“Scotch and soda,” I said. I wasn’t really drinking those days, but it would be rude to refuse their hospitality.

“Coming right up,” the manager of the Maison said. He signalled to a server and repeated Josh’s order when the young woman came over. She clacked away, her heavy high heels the most significant article she wore.

“This place is just for the proles,” Jasper said, beckoning for me to follow him further into the vast, vaulted-ceiling building. He nodded at the people seated in the entry hall. “These are the poorer folk who can’t afford the kind of full access you’re about to experience.” He laughed as he saw my gaze swing back to the girls on the couches. “That’s a mere amuse-bouche for the meal you’ll find inside, my friend.”

He put his arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. I allowed him to move me further into the club, ignoring the greasiness of his touch. The mission I’d accepted was to broker a relationship for trade between the Maison and some Fallieni wholesalers of spice and potion ingredients. The club’s manager had a reputation for getting violent - or rather, having his thugs get violent - if he felt cheated, so the wholesalers had hired me to ensure there’d be no funny business.

The lights dimmed further into the club, overset by a soft red strobe. The air grew heavy and musky, full of human sweat and other bodily fluids. Broad, firm beds grew from the floor, all occupied by no less than three people in varying stages of undress and bliss. One woman gyrated between the rigid bodies of two young men. Another particularly beautiful specimen had herself surrounded by women and men, pleasuring themselves at the mere sight of her.

“I want you to have my ass.” A girl passing by touched my hand longingly before vanishing with a giggle. I found my eyes following her path.

“We can get you one of those, if you like!” Jasper laughed, pulling on my arm. I didn’t move even a centimeter. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll show you our steel forest, and then we’ll go to my office and see to the business. Pleasure afterwards, my friend!” Again I let him lead me, as I looked around at the beautiful naked people fucking each others’ brains out.

On the other side of the room a bristling collection of steel structures stood interspersed like trees in a forest. Some were support beams for varying sex swings, while others were crucifixes or benches or pillories complete with locks and leather pads. Most were in use, producing a low hum as they shook beneath the animalistic pleasures of the patrons.

“Freshly brewed love potions,” a server said as she passed carrying a tray. She wafted the small jars on it toward us and I smelled cinnamon and something darker.

“Want one?” Jasper asked. “Go ahead, it’s on the house.” I picked up a small jar and swirled the concoction.

“What does it do?” I asked. “I can’t afford to go falling in love with the first woman I lay eyes on.”

“We only call it a love potion for marketing purposes,” Jasper assured me, and the server nodded encouragingly. “What you actually have there is the ultimate inhibition buster. It breaks down the walls between what you want and your willingness to take it. It’ll make you an animal in the sack.” He raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Go on man, live a little.”

I considered the liquid and sniffed it again. Still cinnamon and mystery.

The half-orcs spoke to one another behind their hands and then both chuckled. The server looked around. Jasper watched me expectantly.

“Go on,” he said again. “Here, I’ll take one to. That way you know I’m not trying to take advantage of you in negotiations.” He picked up a jar and held it out in a toast.

I didn’t like consuming unknown potions, but I wasn’t about to fail my mission because I wouldn’t play along with their games. I clinked jars with Jasper and downed the potion.

It tasted like desire, and spread throughout my body, reducing me to my most basic self. I looked around the room, realizing for perhaps the first time that everything and everyone inside it belonged to me.