by JG Jerome
She growled, “Get up here and get inside me, Mr. James.”
I murmured, “As you wish, Ms. Jackson” as I kissed my way up her body.
I stopped to suckle and nip each nipple, which caused her to plead. “Please, William. I need you inside me.” Her hands, which were wrapped around my head to hold me to her breasts, were giving me conflicting messages, but I went with her words.
I resumed my crawl up her delicious body to capture her mouth. The head of my cock poked in the right area, but didn’t get lined up correctly until she shifted her hips. A little thrust of my hips matched the little thrust of hers, and I was in.
Carla wrapped her long, lean legs around me and banged her heels on my ass to encourage me to go where she wanted me. She was so tight and wet that I had to concentrate to not blow off inside her immediately. I backed off and thrust in deeper. And deeper. And deeper until I was hilted in the hot, clasping glove of Carla’s womanhood. Carla spasmed gently as I filled her as completely as I could.
Carla moaned, “Welcome home, my husband.”
I smiled and kissed her lips lightly. “It’s a pleasure to be home, my beautiful, sexy wife.”
We kissed languorously as I started to move. She murmured, “I’m sorry I’m not a virgin for you, William.”
I shook my head as I looked into her eyes from about four inches away. “I’m not, Carla. Virgins are a treat, but there is something especially sexy about an experienced woman that can guide you to maximize her pleasure.” I add with a grin, “Plus, I gotta tell you, my treasure. You are tighter than some virgins.”
“How do you know?” she asked rhetorically. I laughed in response, deciding not to name names of other women while in the act. Carla grinned and added, “Kegeling exercises. Every day.” She turned serious. “Please breed me, William. Fill me up with your seed. Let’s make a baby together.”
I picked up the pace, and Carla came again after the second stroke. Her moans, groans, and growls were driving me to an ever more frenzied pace. The more frenzied my pummeling of her became, the more frenzied her orgasm became. Her nails dug into my back as her moans turned to screams and her channel milked me mercilessly until I finally unloaded in her. My semen splashing inside her spiraled her orgasm upward again into a silent scream. I could feel her flaying my back, but I just didn’t care as I drove deep inside her and rode with her on our combined wave of bliss. The mind-numbing sensations seemed to take us to heaven, but we were still together on the whole trip until the last of the tingles and aftershocks dumped us unceremoniously back onto the hotel bed.
“Damn,” Carla gasped. “I waited waaaay too long for that.”
I chuckled as I held my weight off her chest. “It wasn’t that long love.”
She smirked at me. “Sure, husband. Whatever you say.” Her eyes dance as she bites her lip mischievously. The first rays of sunlight are kissing the dark sky outside. Carla asks, “Do you know what I want right now at this moment?”
I smiled back at her. “No, my love. What do you want right now at this moment?”
She grinned from ear to ear as though I had just fallen into her trap. “I want to run the lakeside with my husband.”
“Oh, Jeez!” I moaned as her heels smacked my ass.
“Get up, William. Get dressed and take me on my perfect honeymoon,” she chided me with a huge grin on her face. I decided at that moment that I probably couldn’t deny her anything.
Despite the sex, I was still wired from the night, so I said, “Why not.”
I pulled out of Carla’s heavenly pussy with a slurping sound. ‘Wow!’ I thought.
“Hurry up, William! Get dressed,” she teased as she bounced off the bed in a most delightful manner.
She reached into her gym bag and pulled on a panty, running tights, socks, and shoes. Then she pulled on a sports bra, dropped a light tech fabric shirt over the top, and a lightweight fleece over that. Then she grabbed a fleece headband that covered her ears and light gloves.
I remembered that it was damned cold when we did this on Wednesday, so I pulled on an old polypro watch cap with light running sweats and a fleece over a t-shirt. We took turns peeing and downed a bottle of water before heading towards the door.
I muttered, “Ms. Jackson, you will be the death of me.”
Carla spun on me. “No, William. Carla Sydney Jackson died in the throes of orgasm on that bed when Carla Sydney James was born. My two sets of memories melded into one. My two personalities were close, but now they are one as well. I am someone new, and I am yours.”
I smiled gently and cupped her cheek. “I hope you aren’t going to break Marissa’s heart again, Carla.”
She smiled wickedly at me. “No, Mr. James. Mrs. James, née Tomlinson, and I are in accord on this. I hope you are prepared to be the meat of the sandwich when we take you to bed.” She kissed me quickly. “Enough stalling, Mr. James. Give me my honeymoon run.”
“As you wish, Mrs. James,” I said with a bow.
I am kissing Carla as we push back into the suite. As I lock the door, we strip hurriedly with our lips locked, releasing our connection only long enough to remove our garments. Carla presses her naked, sweaty body against mine as she devours my mouth. I push her against the wall, and she hooks a leg around my hip. My hard cock finds its way unerringly into my newest wife’s tight wet pussy, and I thrust forward hard.
Carla moans at the penetration, but she is so tight that I have to make a couple more attempts before I’m hilted in her. It gets easier when I lift her other leg off the ground. She shudders immediately as I bottom out, and she only gets more frantic as I impale her repeatedly. I suckle her neck as I fuck her brutally against the wall.
“Yes, William!” she gasps. “Break my skin. Let your saliva run in my veins. Fuck me! Breed me, William. Give me a baby!”
I kiss her mouth ferociously as I push a finger into her tight asshole. Carla whines and twitches, but when I add a second finger, she bucks spastically as I pummel both of her holes. Both of her channels clamp down on me, and I feel her moisture coating my thighs as I brutally abuse my lover. I reach my peak as her whole body locks up, her nails dig into my shoulders, and her spasming channel milks my seed into her womb.
We continue to kiss throughout our slow return from heaven, my left hand holding her aloft with two fingers in her ass while my right hand twists and pulls at her left nipple. After another aftershock I withdraw my fingers to just hold her and kiss her.
“Mrs. James, I need to get ready for my flight,” I murmur against her bruised neck.
I feel her head nod. I move my head to look into her shining grey eyes. She says, “Your power is showing, William. Make sure you damp it down again.”
“Yes,” I acknowledge. “Thank you for telling me, my love.” We kiss again as I withdraw my cock with a little ‘slurp.’
Carla chuckles. “I bet I make fart sounds when you’re fucking me, too.”
I laugh. “Not that I noticed, my treasure. Oh, shit.” I notice there is a Carla-sized indentation in the drywall. “I guess I better confess that when I check out.”
Carla gives me a push. “Go shower. Your car will be here in a little over an hour.”
I pick up my clothes and toss them on the bed. I brush my teeth and shave while the shower heats, and I get in the shower about five minutes later. Carla crawls in the tiny shower with me. We do manage to wash our hair and bodies, but we are both ready for round three by the time we’re done. We don’t even dry off.
I bend Carla’s wet body over, and she posts her arms on the sink as I drive into her wet tightness. She cums almost immediately upon penetration, and I fuck her hard. She drops her head to the sink and pushes back into each thrust while milking my cock. She gasps out in time with my thrusts. “Please. Breed. Me. Hus-band.”
I don’t even try to hold back as she spirals me into another cosmic orgasm, splashing her insides with my semen.
After we both catch our breath, she reaches back to pat my
hip. She says, “Get ready to travel, Mr. James.” She takes my towel from my earlier shower and walks out of the bathroom. I dry off and walk out to find my clothes. Carla is sitting on the bed in a yoga ‘easy seat’ with her hair wrapped in the towel she had around it upon her arrival. As I dress, she periodically reaches between her legs and scoops a glob of semen and pops it in her mouth with a grin.
Finally, I’m dressed in jeans, oxford, boots, and my blazer is hanging on the door knob. All my laundry is in my bag or Carla’s. I take a quick tour around the room and confirm I have everything except my little passage frame.
Carla says, “Ensure all your weapons are in your roll-aboard bag. I’ll take it back with me. I don’t think you need to carry that for appearances. Do you?”
“No,” I agree. “But Josie needs to come along.”
I hear, “I’m ready, Will.” I turn to see my amazon wife crawl through the portal. She’s in jeans, canvas deck shoes, and a tunic style sweater with a gold chain belt resting at the tops of her wide hips. I help her out of the closet.
She looks up to take in Carla before rushing to hug her. Josie says, “Welcome to the family, Mrs. James.”
“You’re quite welcome, Mrs. James,” Carla replies with a brilliant smile.
Josie tells her. “Hurry up. You can have Marissa and Rebecca clean you.”
I ask, “Josie, do you have your ID?” as I push all the bags through the passage.
Josie says, “Yep. I also printed your boarding pass. They’re both here.” She pulls them out of her clutch.
We both hug Carla. I tell her, “Thank you for joining me, Carla. I’m honored.”
Carla smiles adoringly at me. “You better be, Mr. James. I’ll see you in about six hours, William. Make sure you eat something, decaf coffee only, and try to sleep on the plane.”
I chuckle, “Yes, dear.”
Carla shuffles through the passage, and we get it torn down, packed, and sent back to Arizona. Josie tears down the small one and puts it my attaché.
Josie and I cuddle in the elevator on the way down to reception. We check out and step into the restaurant for a quick breakfast from the buffet. As we are sitting down with our plates, Susan walks up to the table in an ankle length taupe sweater dress and lightweight black duster. She has a wide black leather belt hanging loosely from her hips and black boots.
I stand and collect her as she launches into my arms. We kiss warmly, and then Josie kisses her to the succubus standard of chaste. We catch a few looks, but I ignore them.
Susan asks, “Are you okay, Will? You can’t have gotten much sleep last night.”
“None,” I reply as I seat her at our table. “Carla came back with me to make things official. Then we had a ‘honeymoon’ run along the lakeshore. After that, it was time to get ready to travel.”
Josie whispers conspiratorially, “There is a rather large dent in the wall by the door in the suite. I think they broke the wall fucking when they got back from the run.”
The stress in Susan’s eyes releases with her laugh. “Good for Carla.” Susan’s voice drops to a murmur. “I’ll come over when you get home. I’d like to spend the weekend. Just call me when you’re ready.”
I cup her face. “Are you sure?”
She nods and smiles at me. “Yes. I’m sure. Maybe not full membership this weekend, but if I had been spending more time with you, last night wouldn’t have been such a shock. I figure I should address that shortcoming.”
“Okay,” I agree. “We’ll call you in roughly six hours.”
She leans in to kiss some egg off my lip. “Great. I’m going to go home to get some sleep until then. I didn’t sleep last night either.”
Susan kisses Josie goodbye too before she gets up and leaves saying, “Goodbye, my loves.”
Josie and I both watch her hips sway as she walks out. Josie looks at me and asks, “Will, why is it I think I could use my mouth on her?”
I shrug, “I don’t know, Josie. Don’t worry about it. If it’s right, it’s right. I gotta admit, she’s damned sexy, and I really do want her in the family.”
Josie nods and stuffs the last of her French toast into her mouth. We take turns hitting the loo as we sip coffee, decaf for me, and wait for my car to arrive. I get the ping on my phone at the appointed time, and we make our way to the pickup point. The driver is surprised we only have hand baggage, but we are quickly loaded and underway. I borrow a charging cable for the duration of the ride, and forty minutes later we’re walking into the airport, through security, and stopping for coffees on the way to our gate.
Josie and I cuddle for about forty minutes before our flight is called. I get a text from Viktorija saying that Manuel and Rosalie will be at the airport to pick us up as we get in queue to board. We get settled into our seats, 3A & 3B, and we fall asleep leaning on each other before the plane takes off.
I wake up when the plane touches down in Phoenix. We deplane, and Rosa rushes forward to hug each of us as we exit security. She says, “It’s been hectic this morning. The police showed up at 5am. Tori is about on her last nerve. They found Bernadette’s body in that condo complex of Camelback, you know the one?”
I nod, “I do. Viktorija showed me their surveillance tapes last night, and we suspected that group took your boss.”
“Yes,” Rosa smiles sadly at me. She leads us to the elevator for the parking garage. She murmurs, “The security guards at the building were making their rounds early this morning and found dead bodies.” She sobs, “One of them was Bernadette’s.”
Josie and I hug the pretty Latina. We get out on the fifth floor, and Rosa leads us toward Manuel’s SUV. We’re passing the rows of cars near the elevator, and she points to the back corner of the garage. “Manuel is parked back there,” she says.
A gruff voice calls out, “Ms. Maldonado, a word please.”
I turn to see three fit, intense men fanning out in a ‘reverse V’ formation to fence us in. I see shoulder holsters on all three of them despite jackets. I open my second sight. One violet aura. One black and blue swirling aura. One white aura between them.
Josie looks at me, and I nod in return. I murmur, “Take purple.” She nods.
The guy in the middle is the one doing the talking. “Ms. Maldonado, you need to come with us to answer some questions.”
“No, she doesn’t,” I say. “Who are you?”
“That’s not your business, friend,” he says. He has the eyes of a reptile.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not a friend to any of us. Rosa, step behind me and watch our backs, dear,” I say as the hunter gets ready to pounce. I don’t take my eyes off him. “What do you want?”
“We’re trying to find out what happened in a recent mass murder,” the hunter says. “Ms. Maldonado lives in a house owned by one of the victims. We need to ask her some questions.”
Let’s see if I can knock them off balance. “I haven’t seen any badges. If the Church wants you to be effective, they should really give you badges.”
The three of them look at each other and then launch towards me. I shoot darts of energy at the two magicians and pull the soul out of the hunter just as his weapon clears its holster. I see Josie removing a nut from a bolt and then putting it back on. I pull the one out of my pocket and hand it to her, as I feel the necromancer start to pull back on the hunter’s soul. I shoot him with another dart as Josie opens the bolt. I shove the hunter toward the bolt, and Josie shoves him in before screwing the nut on.
I tell Josie, “Take Rosa and find Manuel. If he’s dead, find his soul.”
The necromancer shakes his head and slowly stands up. I tilt my head as I watch him. Then he casts a bolt of entropy at me. I grab it with my willpower and slow it down to a crawl. He reaches out with his will and tries to push it at me faster. I smile at him as I start to pull his life energy away while keeping his attack at bay.
“You picked a bad day to piss me off, Mr. Necromancer. Why are you chasing Bernadette’s people? Hav
en’t they had enough anguish in their lives?” I ask. His life force drains out of his body steadily until he realizes that he’s getting weaker. He stops pushing the dart at me and creates a cyclone of entropy around his body trying to break my hold on his life force. It works pretty well. I’ll have to remember that tactic in the future.
He smirks. I let him have a moment of satisfaction in the hope he’ll become forthcoming. Finally, he obliges me. “The Monsignor said Ms. Pasquale was a demon. Her body was found in a building full of demon corpses. We’re going to have a hard time containing this one, so we need to find out what HAPPENED!” He throws another dart at me. I just absorb it.
His eyes open wide like saucers. “How are you doing this? You barely have an aura!”
I smile at him. “Keep believing that. Who is the Monsignor?”
The guy is slowly figuring out I’m toying with him. He says, “I-I-I’m not te-telling you a-anything.”
“Too bad,” I tell him. I suck all the entropy from his cyclone and pull out his soul. I drain the soul of energy, and then absorb all the energy seeping out of his well just like the piss and shit seeping out of his relaxed sphincters.
I ponder what he told me. These guys are definitely Church. They will be resurrected and questioned. That will just not do. I pull all the remaining energies from the three bodies. I am pretty certain that if I treat them like I did Valya, the Church won’t be able to resurrect them. However, I need to be very certain.
I send a stream of pure energy into the necromancer’s body. I keep pushing more and more energy into a tiny little space, concentrating on making the energy generate heat. When I estimate I have a ball of energy the size of my SUV squeezed into a volume of about a ping pong ball, I can almost feel the heat. That’s when I release it. There is a bright flame and…