Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (best novel books to read .txt) 📕

sigh of relief. She wasn’t an elder, and even if she was, I didn’t know if she could bespell me through my glamour. That was a question for Lark. What I did know was that she was giving me the once over.

Like with Dani, I’d gone a different way with my own disguise. On the off chance the Fae discovered I knew how to work a glamour, I suspected they would expect me to take advantage; I’m talking rippling muscles, shoulders like a Greek god, and legs as thick as tree trunks. Instead, I gave the old spy craft a shot, and went the opposite direction.

The Cam Dupree Layla saw was over six and a half feet tall, but built like a beanpole that a light breeze could knock over. Tall, skinny, with a pinched face, skin that didn’t see enough sunlight, bushy eyebrows, and a bulbous nose stood out beneath hair that was too long. I’d at least made it silky and smooth, so I didn’t look like an unwashed hobo. I was in jeans, a t-shirt, and a coat that easily cost triple digits – despite my crack about not spending thirty bucks on a t-shirt – but no one in their right mind would call me handsome. I was a four, maybe a five if a girl was wearing beer goggles.

I did take one liberty. It’s a little embarrassing, but I had to give it a shot. I wanted to know how it felt to be packing a foot-long as my third leg; and honestly, it was weird. It changed up my whole gait, and constantly tried to poke its tip out the bottom of my now-too-short boxers. If anything, it was constantly annoying me.

Layla didn’t know that. I saw her mind churn trying to figure out how the hell this tall, ugly dude was connected enough to get a VIP pass. This wasn’t any random porn show, it was a premium event. She didn’t know we were cabal, and we wanted to keep it that way.

“If you’ll follow me, I’ve got an itinerary, map, and list of guest speakers you might want to check out,” she led us inside and to a table off to the right; where other attractive men and women were waiting to play tour guide to people with deep pockets.

I looked past the VIP table and nearly tripped over my new lanky legs. The convention hall was huge. I gawked for a moment at the sheer size, and how it could be packed to the gills with people, tables, and exhibitions. Just in the first few tables, I spotted a goth girl with big titties, plaid mini-skirt, and fishnet stockings trying to sell dildos – I shit you not – that looked like dragon cocks. Since I’m pretty sure a dragon cock was the size of a fucking howitzer, and packed the punch of one too, I guessed the designers didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Still, the goth chick spoke to prospective customers about how hard she came when she used this particular brand.

“Talk about a sales pitch,” I watched her pretend to shove the dildo in her pussy and make pleasure-filled faces. It wasn’t a surprise when the people around her started buying.

Layla checked us in on a super-secret VIP laptop and gathered her supplies while I watched dragon-cock lady. Dani had to pull on my elbow to keep me moving. Layla started the tour by letting us know the layout and handing over some maps. There were three main boulevards down the room where all the major players in porn were set up. There, they advertised their latest movies, talent, and products. Adam and Eve had a huge table right in the center of everything, and Pornhub, the Google of porn, was another prominent display with several girls dancing in cages like this was some European rave.

We wandered down one of the boulevards and took a turn into one of the several alleys that cut between the major routes every so often. The tables here were cheaper to purchase, and served a more niche clientele. I saw advertising for a lot of fetishes, more artistic works from legit painters, comic producers, and even popular harem authors that could scrounge together the cash to be here. We emerged out into the second boulevard and hit the hentai and anime section. From the faces of the people working the booths, I expected they were used to having more space. Right next to them was the supernatural section. Here, shifters of all shapes and sizes tried to rope in potential customers.

I saw a horse shifter walking around with a flaccid, foot-long cock. If I hadn’t seen a troll’s cock before, I would have been stunned. The horse guy had a nice little following of men and women gathered around him, and they all squealed when his dick gave a twitch and started to grow. I moved on; my ego couldn’t take it.

BDSM had a pretty decent sized section, and then we came to the conference rooms. Most were already full of people here to watch panels on the recent advances in anal licking, cum chugging, or whatever else you had meetings about in the porn industry. Layla told us about the upcoming talks, but I wasn’t interested. In fact, I was overwhelmed.

I was still a little skittish around vamps since the Marcella incident, and there were a lot of supernaturals coming and going from the supernatural section. My paranoid mind, which now that I was out and about, was running a mile a minute and reminded me I was still being hunted by Fae. I felt like the crowd was pushing in around me, and my breath came in hurried gasps.

“Sir,” Layla reached out to touch me, “are you okay?”

I flinched back at the contact, but then Dani was there with her hand on mine.