51 | PARTY WITH THE GODS & INHUMANS

      "WHERE the hell are we going, Winter?" Jonah asked with a small chuckle as Winterfell pulled him after her, the two jogging through the empty downtown streets of Auradon.

"In here," she laughed lightly, stopping them both outside a small shop.

It was perhaps the only sign that was lit up on the empty street — the bright pink letters reading Kings and Queens.

The club that Cupid ran in Auradon was titled Kings and Queens, one of Cupid's many havens spread across the world. It is because of this that it was rare that a person would actually catch Cupid at his own club, although it did happen on occasion.

Jonah found it odd that there was no line outside and there was also no sound coming from the place, it was dead silent.

Winter wondered if Ben had ever taken Mal here, actually scratch that because a large part of her doubted that even Ben himself came here.

The club was catered toward people of high standing within the kingdom A.K.A Kings, Queens, princes, princesses, and people of legend.

Not just anyone could walk in.

Despite this, the club was also known for how wild it could get, that is why many people refer to it as "partying with the Gods" because the literal God of love ran this place.

Ben and many other AKs chose not to party like this, so while they were always welcome in the club -- it had to be a very special event for them to go to it.

"Are you sure that there is actually anything going on inside—?" Jonah was cut off as Winter knocked on the door.

Immediately an audio recording played asking, "name?"

"Winterfell Frost with one guest," Winter spoke back and Jonah rose a brow.

Winterfell may have also forgotten to mention that her full name is "Winterfell" to Jonah in her story earlier. She did not do it on purpose, she honestly was not thinking about it. But also she thought it might seem quite weird to randomly be like "oh and by the way, my full name is actually Winterfell..."

Yeah, just no.

"Enter Princess Winterfell Frost of the North — Protector of the Realm..." And with that, the door opened with a loud creak revealing nothing but a dark hallway.

Jonah rose a brow, staring down at his friend. "Didn't know you beheld so many titles, Princess," he said playfully.

Winter rolled her eyes and shook her head at that, but instead, she simply uttered, "c'mon, follow me..."

They made their way into the dark hallway, the door slamming shut behind them and torches on the wall immediately came alive with bright fires. Winter hummed while Jonah only looked taken aback, following Winter with caution. It was so quiet that the sounds of their breathing and footsteps seemed to be amplified.

"Okay, there is no way that this is a club Winter," Jonah finally spoke as they came upon a large door at the end of the corridor.

It was creepy with weird pictures on it. Squinting his eyes, Jonah could see the pictures were carved of multiple people (that looked to be from ancient times) getting fucked.

Carved in the center of the door was the image of a man with large wings wearing only cloth around his dick and smaller wings on his ankles. He beheld a bow in one hand and was clutching a bunch of arrows in the other. Honest to God, Jonah actually thought that he looked badass.

Winter said nothing in response only pushing against the heavy wooden doors, and finally, as the doors opened Jonah was greeted with loud music, the smell of alcohol and sex, and laughter.

"What was that?" Winter smirked as they walked in.

The room was lit purple and they had entered via a balcony. Upon looking down they were met with the sight of a long bar and stage that had dancers both on and off the pole. A huge dance floor where bodies clashed was in the middle of the room along with random seating areas scattered about.

In the middle of the room, Jonah was shocked to see the variety of people dancing. Some looked nothing less than Gods and Goddesses twirling around the floor -- others wore darker clothing, some appeared to be that of royalty others that of legends.

"See right there is Emperor Kuzco of the Incas," Winter said and Jonah followed to where she was pointing seeing a tan male with long hair breaking it down in the center of the dance floor.

"And over there is Therimachus, oldest son to Hercules," Jonah saw Therimachus from his first hour making out with Queenie of Hearts. He rose a brow at that remembering just how she had been in bed.

"Oh, there's Li Shuchang -- Lonnie's older brother, he graduated the year before we started," Winter explained, before nodding toward the stairs, "let's go have some fun now!"

Jonah nodded, following her down the stairs, but he was still surprised by the number of familiar people there. He did not even know that Lonnie had an older brother. Jonah struggled slightly to follow her through the crowd of dancing sweaty bodies, but he made due.

It was easy to see her bright hair, after all.

He paused as a body suddenly twirled into him, the teen giving a smirk while gripping the waist of a beautiful blonde. She smiled in response, beginning to dance around him causing the boy to become enchanted with the sexual woman.

"Jonah!" It was Winter's loud voice through the crowd that had him snapping out of it.

Jonah slowly left the woman's side, giving her a smile and motioning for her to "call me" before finding Winter and following after her. They came to a section topped off by a red velvet rope that read in bright letters at the top "V.I.P.", a large bodyguard was stationed out front of it.

"Name girl?" The bodyguard sneered down at Winter.

Jonah was about to step in front of her protectively, but he was surprised when his friend suddenly squared up to the man with a mean sneer of her own. Her eyes glowed brightly, "Winterfell Frost, and what might your name be?"

Before any further action could ensue — Jonah standing literally looking struck — a voice came from the section.

"Winterfell? Is that you?" A flamboyant voice questioned before a man appeared in the archway of the room. "Oh! It is you! And you look divine! Look how much you've grown since we've last seen each other. Finally -- you've decided to make an appearance at my club, I've only been asking you since you started attending that boarding school for Princes and Princesses!" He chuckled in a happy manner.

Jonah studied the man hard. He was tall and quite fit with black hair that adorned pink streaks the color of cotton candy. He had on no shirt leaving his six-pack of abs on display, a pair of fancy suit pants starting just at his V-line — they were white and black pinstripe. The man's shoes were pointy and very obviously expensive.

It was the tattoos adorning his body that truly caught Jonah's eye. Dark black tattoos ran over the length of his chest, shoulders, and arms. Phrases wrote in a language that Jonah had no clue to decipher — various images of hearts — and some names.

It was then that Jonah realized this was man who had been carved into the door they used to enter this place. Except he was wearing actual pants rather than just a cloth over his dick.

He flashed Jonah a blaring white smile, the man's teeth so white that Jonah swore he was staring into the light of heaven.

"Hello, Cupid," Winter greeted him happily, and immediately she was pulled into a tight hug by the God of Love.

"Oh my Gosh, come in, come in!" He said upon releasing her, "and your friend too!"

The bouncer said nothing, only pulling the velvet rope aside for the two teenagers to enter. Winter stuck her tongue out at the emotionless bouncer as they passed him, Jonah following after Winter with a chuckle.

The V.I.P. section was not all that big, and not many people were inside. Only about twelve or so people, but it is what those people were doing that completely took both Winter and Jonah by surprise.

"Oh my God!" Winter jumped, watching for all but a second before she averted her gaze and focused only on Cupid.

Jonah, on the other hand, was struck, he literally could not rip his eyes away. It was not his fault, the man had never seen an actual orgy happening in real life and with such beautiful people. An extravagant woman -- beguiling with features that seemed to be crafted by the Gods themselves (and they were) was staring at Jonah as another equally as beautiful woman ate her out.

Jonah felt something stirring within, an instinct that he had never felt. Not even among his many one-night stands.

He gasped as pain and cold suddenly filtered through his nerves and his head snapped to the side. It was then that he registered words and a familiar voice.

"Jonah? Jonah!"

Winter had slapped him, and suddenly he came to.

"Ouch — what the hell was that for?" He groaned, rubbing his cheek and staring into Winter's brown eyes.

He also recognized that she had somehow spread cold within him, the boy feeling as though he had been doused with ice water.

"Do not look or you will find yourself unable to resist the enchanting nature of the sirens and elves and will join the orgy for days on end," Winter explained knowing that there was maybe only one mortal in the entire orgy.

Everyone else was inhuman either a siren, God, or elf.

Cupid was watching Jonah with a small smirk, taking a sip from a bubbling pink drink in a sharp wine glass. The God would admit that he would not mind having his own way with the boy in the orgy for the night.

"If he would like to join, I can assure you that I will make sure he is out by morning," Cupid said fondly causing both Jonah and Winterfell to look at him with wide eyes, "you are more than welcome to join as well, Winterfell -- you are of age now..."

Winterfell forgot that by the God's and most inhumans standards being considered "of age" was a mere fourteen years old. She shivered at the thought.

"Thank you, Cupid -- but we will pass, I only came to ask for a pink cookie," she explained.

Cupid clicked his tongue, his already bright pink eyes glowing even brighter as he spoke, "very well -- I must admit I am quite fond when your parents join on occasion, I would love for you to join me sometime as well..." he said lustfully and Winterfell nearly gagged at the words and aspect, "perhaps they will bring you along with them sometime," and cue Winterfell vomiting.

She forgot that incest was very common among the Gods as well. She could not even count how many of Zeus's daughters that Zeus was entangled with.

She forced a smile and nodded. Jonah, on the other hand, was gaping and far too stunned to speak. Jesus Christ -- his friend was a far more interesting character than he thought.

Cupid reached seemingly out of nowhere, his hands glowing pink before suddenly in his grasp was two entirely pink cookies, he handed them to Winter.

"It is always the best experience the first time eating them," he smiled as Winter took them from Cupid, thanking him before turning to Jonah who looked at the cookie hesitantly.

Jonah was usually all for adventure but this was different, this was some hippie-God stuff that could do who-knows-what to him. If only looking at someone could pull him into a sexual trap of advancement and coition then what did these "cookies" do? Then again, it was Winter who he trusted with his life offering it to him.

"Cupid cookies," she explained with a smile, looking into Jonah's eyes, "mostly harmless, but you don't need to drink at all if you eat one of these. They make your sense go out the window and allow a person to loosen up -- my dad has spoken of these before, they apparently taste really good."

While Jack often spoke of Cupid's "party-hard" cookies that he actually helped in creating, it was obvious that he wanted to be there the first time that Winterfell decided to attend one of Cupid's clubs and indulge herself.

Oh well...

Jonah nodded at her explanation, hesitantly taking one from her grasp.

"And how long do the effects last?" He asked and Winterfell scratched her head actually having not considered that.

She looked to Cupid who was watching them both with a devilishly handsome smirk and leaning against the wall. He only winked.

"Don't worry -- I will make sure that the both of you are leaving my club and back at Auradon Prep tomorrow morning before anyone is awake..."

Now Winterfell was becoming hesitant to eat this cookie -- that did not sound very promising.

"Good enough for me," Jonah shrugged before shoving the cookie in his mouth.

Winterfell's eyes widened, but she did not allow herself to think on it any further. She was the one who wanted to do this, she was the one who wanted to loosen up and forget tonight, so she shoved the cookie in her mouth too.

As they chewed both their eyes widened and they stared into each other's eyes with wonder.

"Wow," Winterfell spoke with a mouthful of cookie, "this is even better than I thought..."

"...It's the most delicious thing I think I've ever eaten," Jonah moaned at the taste swallowing.

"Mmm," Winter groaned, finishing hers off as well.

"So good," they said together, Winterfell reaching forward and grasping Jonah's hands in her own.

Jonah smiled at her, beginning to laugh at nothing and Winter giggled in response.

"Another one? They're so good!" Winter looked to Cupid hopefully as a purple haze began to take hold of everything around her.

Cupid's words seemed slower and also faster than normal. "I think one will do you both just fine." He reached forward gripping both their shoulders and turning them to the exit.

Jonah swayed lightly but quickly got hold of himself -- the man smiling brightly.

"I will join you out there in a little bit, I must finish in here first," he threw a wicked smile at the festivities going on behind him — a siren was wailing in pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her — it was then Winter took note of the major boner in Cupid's pants, both her and Jonah's eyes widened before they quickly averted their gazes, "don't be shy to the gambling room as well, try your luck," the God chuckled giving them a small shove out of the room.

Winter and Jonah wasted no time wandering out of the V.I.P. section, both their gazes sweeping the club in wonder. Everything seemed so different now, even more fun.

And suddenly -- time was nothing to them. They had no clue how much time was passing at what pace -- rather it was about dancing. At some point, Jonah lost his shirt and Winter was clapping for her friend by the bar as he danced for everyone on one of the poles.

She whooped before joining in on-stage messing with the poles. Who said that knowing Cupid personally did not give them any perks?

They were joined by Cupid himself at some point, all of them dancing and gambling and dancing and gambling -- it was a cycle. Cupid made out with Jonah -- then he made out with her. Winterfell could care less: her first kiss had already been taken and she figured she might as well have some fun before she and Harry spoke about the soul mate thing.

Was there any passion in their kiss? Absolutely not -- but did it give the girl a thrill to know that she was kissing the literal God of Love and her Dad's friend? Fuck yeah -- she'll deal with the repercussions later. And her father, should he ever find out might just kill Cupid.

The last thing that Winterfell remembers from her night of fun was getting low with Jonah and Cupid -- from there everything is simply a blur or noise and color. But she knew that she had the time of her life.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Haha -- so I just rewatched the Descendants movies and let me just say it now, if it's not already clear. This fanfiction is supposed to be taking on Descendants from a much broader perspective -- so basically if it was not essentially a kid's/family film but rather a high-budget film or like Game of Thrones/The Witcher type vibe lol. Anyway, I hope that everyone is enjoying part iii so far, let me just say this is the best and most fun part to write! Also again, love to hear from everyone, please make sure any comments though are kind and criticism is always welcome but kind criticism, please. My fragile heart and stressed mind can't handle any hate, thank you all for reading -- I truly appreciate it!