My eyes darted toward Madam and saw that she had her elbow resting on her pillow and her chin propped on her hand.
Her free hand was caressing Karrak's messy teal hair as he had his face pressed against her chest and his arm thrown across her waist.
He was the only one not looking at me and the only one who actually went to sleep.
The rest just grinned at me from their spots.
The owners said that "quickies" before bed were normal, and if I wanted one, all I had to do was remove my clothes and approach another naked body.
There were no naked bodies though and I didn't want to make the first move. I didn't know how to express my desire without feeling like I was pressuring someone or being annoying.
They said there was zero shame involved. Zero prejudices. A safe space to explore, experiment, and most importantly, enjoy.
Then why wasn't anyone doing anything?
Was I the only one in the mood?
I didn't mind watching them have fun without me, I just wanted something to happen.
Anything!
Ugh! I wanted to go back to my tent. At least there, I could sneak my hand down and take care of myself without anyone noticing. Here, I was exposed. And not in a good way. In a very embarrassing way.
I closed my eyes, tossing and turning in my new bed when I realized that no alone time would help me deal with this.
It was not the bed that bothered me, it was the chastity belt. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to take it off, but there was no way to do it without Madam's permission.
I bit my lip, contemplating taking off my dress.
Everyone already saw me naked and didn't seem to be bothered by it. They didn't praise it to the skies either.
Skaris had lost an eye. His stitched scars were a part of him now, and they were all over his body. The other owners had scars too, but not as visible as Skaris'.
He didn't talk about his past, and others also didn't bring it up. I wondered if they were worried that he would be self-conscious about it, or if he didn't want them to bring it up.
I would like to have the courage to ask him how he lost his eye, but then he would probably ask how I got the scars on my back and I...I didn't want to talk about it.
I was worried that the story would make them pity me. They would treat me even more like a weakling that I was and that would make me feel even more left out. I was already a loser compared to them.
I didn't need to add more reasons to the list of why I didn't belong.
They seemed to love laughing at me, so I tried to think of some ways to entertain them. I could act even more foolish than before and they would have a great laugh.
It's normal, just do what you did in the circus and they would laugh at you, Black Sheep. Their eyes were all already on you. Make them laugh. Then ask for a quickie in return.
I was sure it would work.
I was sure. Why else would they stare at me like that, if not because they wanted to laugh at me?
I could tell they were enjoying the show already. I could tell by their eyes. They were glued to me, curious how I would amuse them next. They were all waiting for it. Just for a little laugh.
"Ouch!" Michael yelped, covering his forehead with his hand.
Others also looked away, hiding their faces as Madam flicked something in their direction.
"I can smell your wet dicks all the way here. You horny bastards better not dirty your freshly washed pants or else I'll make you clean them with your tongues," Madam scolded them, which caused a wave of heat to roll through the tent and the scent of arousal to intensify.
Madam's warning didn't work the way it was supposed to, it seemed, because I felt something wet running down my inner thighs.
Barely a few words out of her mouth, and they were all hard and ready. I could see even without them having to take off their harem pants.
I had no idea why I expected to see them in a submissive position, with their knees bent, ready to be punished. They only worked as a unit when they were trying to please Madam. The rest of the time they were individual assholes, like Madam liked to call them.
Michael and Vick were lying on their sides and looked at Madam with a challenge in their eyes, as if saying, 'come and take off our pants yourself.'
Kurus had a snake tail instead of legs so Madam's threat went right through his ears.
Gold was resting his head on his arms, the lower part of his body dipped in a pool of water.
Yes, there was a large hole in the ground that was filled with water, created specially for him. His fishtail was longer, the fins could easily cover me like a blanket.
Moyu was lying on his back, so relaxed and comfortable that I thought he might fall asleep soon.
While Romeo beckoned Skaris and Bart to come join him on the pillows.
Mates could tap into each other's beast abilities through their bond.
Madam wasn't a beastman, so they couldn't tap into her powers, but she could tap into theirs.
Romeo's ability allowed madam to feel whatever he did. He was like her extension of a limb, so to say.
The last time I saw Bart and Baron hold Romeo's hands, was just Madam using him to hold their hands, feel their touch through him because she didn't have enough arms.
I was so distracted by their behavior that I forgot what I planned to do. Right, it was something about... a quickie? I think it was about trading a quickie.
They looked more in the mood now, so I should remind them to make use of it.
Madam didn't look pleased, but if I reminded them, maybe they would try harder to please her, too.
I nodded to myself and opened my mouth to talk. "Can I wash your pants for a quickie?"
I didn't mean for the last word to sound like a question. I was trying to make it a deal.
"I'll even wash all of them!" I offered to everyone so nobody would feel left out.
Quickie was a fast way to relieve stress and pent up frustration, and I had plenty of that. I was ready to offer anything for a quickie.
It sounded like a magical thing, and I was so curious and desperate to find out how it worked.
If it was anything like Vick's wine, then it would definitely help me sleep better.