by Randi Darren
“Watch, she’ll do it and say thank you. I’m going to cream all over her beautiful face while gagging on Sam and she’ll love it. She’ll be my helper with Sam. Like how you and Stacia are a tag-team. Or Jes is to Sam.
“I’m an open-minded girl and I can’t wait to cruise the whole harem with Sam.”
“You’re… really—”
“Horny? I know,” Aster said, interrupting whatever it was Tiffany was going to say as they stepped into the throne room. “Sam woke something up in me. Blame him.”
Tiffany gave Sam an odd look and quirked an eyebrow at him.
Nodding, he made a hand gesture that he hoped she’d interpret as, “I’ll explain later” and leave it alone.
“—in the name of Sameerixis Fidenis, the Torment of Lust,” Decima shouted at the top of her lungs.
Looking to the front, Sam saw Decima was standing in front of a large throne with her weapon raised and pointed at a woman sitting atop the throne.
“You will reveal where the Log is, or you can die right here and now. Your throne will be your tomb,” Decima promised.
The woman sitting on the throne looked decidedly royal with golden wavy hair and blue eyes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And if I did, I’d tell you nothing at all. You’ve attacked my kingdom without provocation and have—”
Decima shifted the pistol a few inches to the left and pulled the trigger. A section of her throne splintered out behind her as the round powered through it.
“Last chance. Your planar lord, Reixhitz, the Torment of Sanity, sent the Torment of Lust, Sameerixis Fidenis here to reclaim the Log,” Decima said. “He also gave us permission to eradicate anything in his domain that was in our way.
“That includes your Highness. Now… the Log?”
Lifting her chin incrementally, the queen seemed to be contemplating that statement.
“Long since lost,” said the woman finally. “When Lord Reixhitz abandoned us, we awaited his return. Eventually… eventually, his assistant fled with a number of treasures.”
“Wonderful,” Decima muttered. “And where did they flee to?”
“To the other plane… where Reixhitz took his favorites,” said the queen. “We haven’t seen them since.”
“Other plane?” Sam murmured. “Sounds like we need to bug Reix and see what he thinks. And since the Log isn’t here, he can probably join us.”
Fishing the summoning token out of a vest pocket, Sam flicked it down onto the ground and then stomped on it.
Breaking the seal, the magic inside coalesced and formed a summoning portal.
In only a few seconds, Reixhitz stepped out through it.
Looking around, he clearly had a sense of deja vu and nostalgia at the same time.
“Goodness, it’s my palace,” Reixhitz muttered, moving away from the portal.
“My lord!” shouted the queen, prostrating herself on the ground. Her beautiful, royal self splayed out as if she were but a commoner.
And that right there is why I never did such a thing on my own plane.
But I also didn’t have anyone to help me when I was trapped there either because of it. Jena took them all away.
“Mm. I assume something changed or I wouldn’t be here,” Reixhitz said, looking at Sam and ignoring the queen. “Nor do I sense the Log.”
“The royal worm impersonator over there said the Log went off with your assistant to another plane,” Tiffany grumped. “Apparently they went where you took your favorites?”
“I… what?” Reixhitz said, sounding extremely confused. “But… that can’t be. I sealed that plane up before I left.”
“Apparently not. It’s open and where your thief is,” Tiffany countered. “So. Open it up for us so we can get going.”
“I… I can’t. It’s not something I can just tap into. It takes a bit of time and work,” Reixhitz. “It’s another plane but it also… it also isn’t. It’s… it’s very complicated.”
“Whatever,” Tiffany said. “We done for now then? Can you tell your idiot subjects to lay off so we can stop murdering them?”
The sound of Wren’s rifle in the courtyard was still quite audible from here.
“Oh, yes. Yes,” Reixhitz said, then held his hands up above his head. There was an odd pop, followed by a crackling noise. A strange feeling swept over everything but didn’t seem to do anything to Sam or his people. “There, that’ll take care of it.”
“Great. Going to go tell Wren to stop wasting her ammo then,” Tiffany said. Then she left, quickly moving back to where the rest of the team was.
“Damn,” Decima said with a sigh. “I hoped we could end this mission on the same day. It would seem we must go ever deeper.”
Speaking of ever deeper.
Sam’s mind wandered right back to Tiffany and Stacia. He was very much craving a Were-Vamp combo meal.
“I’m going to go recharge real quick,” Sam said. “I’ll catch up with you all later.”
Aster looked like she wanted to follow after him, but she also seemingly had plans to corner and start brain-washing Decima.
Catching up to Tiffany, Sam laid a hand on her back.
“I’m starving, Tiff. I want you and Stacia,” Sam said without any type of preamble or warning.
“What? I—no. No! I’ve already had enough Vampire pussy. I don’t want anymore,” Tiffany said, glaring at Sam.
“And yet that’s what I want. I want you face down between her thighs while I plow you, and her doing the same to you,” Sam said.
“Sam, I really don’t—ugh. Fine. Whatever. It’s just gonna be weird. Stacia and I are kind of friends now,” Tiffany muttered.
“And you’ll be friends after. You’ve already had a three-way with us a few times. Nothing new,” Sam said, not moving his hand away from Tiffany’s back.
“Fine. Fine. You’re not wrong,” Tiffany said and then sighed. “Damnit. I know I said I’d be your plaything and I’m kinda into it… but it’s just weird with friends.
“Promise me you’ll never make me do anything with Wren?”
I’m not going to promise that. I can’t wait to see you eating that big Cambion out and—
“She’s been my best friend for like ten years. Please, Sam?” Tiffany asked, looking up to him and meeting his eyes.
“Alright. Never Wren. Everyone else is on the menu though,” Sam acquiesced.
“Yup. Full service Were-wolverine. That’s me,” Tiffany said, then laughed. “Whatever. I’m enjoying our sex life.”
Reaching the rest of the team, Tiffany quickly filled in Wren.
Sam went and found Stacia while she did so.
“Hello,” Sam said, smiling at Stacia. The Vampire didn’t seem particularly willing to drop her shield just yet, but she did meet Sam’s eyes.
“Sam,” she said. “We done here?”
“Yep. You, me, and Tiffany are going to go have a three-way,” Sam said. “Pack up the shield and let’s get going. You can snack on me when we’re done or during.”
Stacia’s nose wrinkled, her eyes darting over to where Tiffany was behind Sam.
“Sam… we’re friends now. Could we not?” Stacia asked.
“You’re now friends that fuck,” Sam said, not budging.
“I… alright. Friends that fuck. Right,” Stacia said, nodding her head. “As you wish. At least she knows how to eat me out. Shes pretty good at it.”
Dropping her shield, Stacia stood with Sam, waiting for Tiffany.
In no time at all, he’d hustled the Were and the Vamp into the queen’s bedroom.
By the time he’d gotten the door closed, he’d already used a spell to strip them of everything, piling their gear and equipment off to one side.
“Holy shit, Sam,” Tiffany said, her hands suddenly darting toward her breasts, only to fall to the sides of her hips. “How about a warning next time?”
“Sorry. I’m really hungry. Hungrier than I’ve been in a long time,” Sam sai
d, dismissing his own gear in the same way.
“Oh? I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry, Sam,” Stacia said, coming over and patting his bare shoulder. “I’ll make sure it’s a good meal. How do you want us?”
“I want you to both pop at the same time,” Sam said. “So one of you on bottom, one of you on top, sixty-nine position. Whoever’s on top faces away from me and I ride them while they get eaten.”
“Not a problem at all. I’ll face away. I get bitey when we have sex,” Stacia said.
“Guess I’m on bottom,” Tiffany murmured, looking somewhat awkwardly at the royal bed. “You’re not gonna… put it in my mouth or anything are you?”
“To start with I am, yes. It’ll make it easier for Stacia if I’m properly lubed up,” Sam said. “Why, do you want me to finish in your mouth, too?”
“No!” Tiffany said immediately.
“Yes,” Stacia disagreed. “Finish in her mouth, then I’ll take all that seed from her mouth and chase it down with some blood. It isn’t as delicious as your blood but it has a different flavor I like.”
“I… what…? I don’t want him to do th— ugh. Ugh! Fine. Fine. Finish… in my mouth, whatever,” Tiffany said, getting into the bed. “I agreed to be a toy so I’ll just… be a toy.”
Laying down in the bed, Tiffany spread her legs apart and got comfortable.
“Come on over then toy number two,” Tiffany invited the Vampire.
Joining the Were, Stacia got on top of her, then slowly lowered her hips down till her hairless mound was above Tiffany’s chin. The Were tilted her head slightly and started to lick at the Vampire.
Stacia’s head dipped down, as she clearly got to work on the Were.
Sam stood back and enjoyed the view. Watching a Vampire go down on a Were as the Were started to eat the Vampire, was something that fit Sam’s headspace.
On top of that, he could taste their enjoyment of the sensations they were giving each other. They were very clearly not keen on the situation, but didn’t dislike the act or the other party.
Watching for an entire minute, Sam stood there, simply sampling the way they felt. Like an appetizer.
Moving over to join them, Sam sunk his mental hooks into them. Sliding right through and into their psyches and laying them bare.
Stacia and Tiffany were almost identical. They wanted to be loved, cared for, and treated like ladies. They weren’t against Sam doing this to them, but both of them hoped to have Sam alone later by themselves.
Each of them was entirely lost in trying to get the other to cum as well.
“Lean back for a second, Tiffany,” Sam said, reaching down to put his hand behind her head.
Tiffany’s eyes opened, spotted Sam, and then she laid her head down and tilted her face toward him. Then she opened her mouth, her tongue sliding out and to the side.
She wanted to give him head. He could see it in her mind. He never asked her to, and she’d only done it once, but she wanted to do it.
To be made to be second to an alpha, to be the passive one.
“My beautiful little Were,” Sam said as he moved forward, putting the tip into Tiffany’s mouth.
Blushing prettily, Tiffany’s face vanished behind his shaft and balls as he thrust forward.
Reaching the hilt, his tip down her throat, Sam began to methodically work himself back and forth through Tiffany’s mouth.
The Were took it all and did her best at the same time. She licked at him, swallowed hard when he was down her throat, and struggled to not gag on him.
Thirty seconds of that and he knew Tiffany was at her limit. Her mind was starting to panic a little as she gagged hard when his tip went back down her throat.
At the same time, her body was moving faster and faster to an orgasm. Stacia hadn’t been idle and was working her over this whole time.
“Good girl,” Sam murmured, stroking Tiffany’s cheek. Then he pulled out from her mouth, grabbed Stacia by the hips, and sunk himself fully into her slit.
Groaning, Stacia’s rear end tilted higher as her stomach and chest pressed down to Tiffany.
Pulling on Stacia, Sam rode her like it was his goal in life. To make the Vampire lose herself in eating out a Were while being plowed by an Incubus.
Sam could feel Tiffany’s tongue and lips working at his balls and Stacia’s slit in equal measure as he thrust away at the Vampire.
Both women were rapidly approaching their peaks. Their senses overly tuned by Sam. He’d never brought their sensitivity to sex down. In fact, they were well beyond normal limits and would remain that way as far as he was concerned.
Tiffany went first and her body flexed hard under the Vampire. The Were’s hands came up to grab at Stacia’s hips, right atop Sam’s, and pulled at the Vampire.
Moaning and riding her climax, Tiffany looked like she was thrusting up and into Stacia’s mouth.
Which set Stacia off, the Vampire tripping into her own orgasm, both women pulling at one another, even as Sam continued to fill Stacia with every thrust.
And he was feasting on them.
They were delicious as individuals, but together, they were amazing. Unique, flavorful, and sexy.
“You two taste amazing together,” Sam said in a husky voice. He was contemplating permanently pairing them together for all time. “It’s addicting.”
Stacia grunted at that, which was followed by a moan.
Tiffany groaned in agreement it sounded like, but said nothing. Both were still desperately working at the other.
Reaching their highest point, Sam spiked them at the same time, with the same Essence spell. Forcing them to actually feel a bit of what the other one was feeling.
Stacia squealed, her face pushing down into Tiffany’s privates.
“Oh fuck,” Tiffany said in a moan, her head falling away from Stacia. “I feel like I’m still going.”
Chuckling, Sam realized that it was his turn for Tiffany to please him.
Tiffany knew it, too. She wanted it. He could taste it on her. She wanted to play a little hard to get, but wanted to be forced somewhat as well.
“In my mouth, Sam. I’m ready for it,” Tiffany said. Then she opened her mouth toward him, her tongue rolling around in her mouth.
Sliding free of Stacia with a dripping swish, Sam lowered his hips and thrust straight into Tiffany’s mouth. Then he began humping her face as if it were still Stacia’s rear end.
The Were grunted or moaned with each thrust of his hips, and Tiffany rode her orgasm even as Sam ran it down her throat. Never gagging on him, and taking it completely.
Sam hit his own breaking point, and then eased himself back till he was only half in Tiffany’s mouth. His tip rested against her tongue.
Tiffany clearly understood what was coming and wrapped her tongue around the tip and sucked hard at him.
Letting out a breath, Sam began to lightly pump himself back and forth as he came. He didn’t want to choke Tiffany out, but he wasn’t going to back up on his own orgasm.
Groaning around him, Tiffany took everything he gave her, rolling her tongue around his tip as her lips pulled at him. She was slowly coming down at the same time as she let Sam manhandle her.
Jes appeared next to Tiffany and pulled Sam out of Tiffany’s mouth and straight into her own. Taking him down to the hilt, she Essence spiked him.
Harder than she’d ever done before.
Losing control of himself even as he kept spurting seed, Sam began to wildly smash himself into Jes’s beautiful face.
Moaning at the abuse, Jes reached up and held onto his hips, pulling at him. As if to make him do it harder.
Pounding away at her, holding to her hair, Sam let himself go.
Almost a minute later, he finally released Jes’ hair. Sliding out of her mouth, Jes coughed once and then laughed.
“Goodness. We’ll need to do that again later with the four of us,” said the Succubus. “You tasted amazing. And I can kind of taste you on them, so it’s like they’re
a snack.”
Taking soft panting breaths, Sam looked away from Jes who was casually licking at his tip and length.
Stacia had her tongue practically in Tiffany’s throat. The two were doing what could only be described as making out while Stacia took Sam’s seed from Tiffany’s mouth.
Coming off the Were, Stacia let out a breathy sigh.
“I think I’m becoming a Succubus myself, Jes, because that was delicious,” Stacia said breathily.
“Isn’t he though?” Jes said with an amused tone. “Especially right at the end. The really thick stuff.”
Stacia wiped at her face with the covers and then held her hands out to Sam. “Now feed me. I’m hungry for more than just that little bit.”
Tiffany laid in the bed, sweaty and well-pleased.
“That was really great,” murmured the Were, closing her eyes. “I’m okay with being fuck buddies. You wanna be fuck buddies with me, Stacia? You and me tag-teaming Sam?”
“Yes, I do,” Stacia murmured, still looking at Sam hungrily. “I’m your fuck buddy, Tiff.”
“You two just need to start dating,” Sam said with a chuckle, laying a hand to Jes’ head. “That’ll make it easier for everyone.”
“Yes. Date each other and be fuck buddies. That’s a good idea. I know Sam will make that a reality for you. And I look forward to it,” Jes said and then took him all the way to the hilt and started to suck on him again. His overly sensitive tip made it feel like lightning was going down from the top of his head to his feet.
Then Stacia’s fangs sunk into his neck and she began to drink from him.
Eight - Pets -
Walking back into the throne room, Sam found everyone else already there. His entire team had more or less set up shop right here in the throne room. It had more than enough space as a defensive location.
On top of that, it was centrally located and Reixhitz planned to remain here for a time.
“Doesn’t seem like we missed anything,” murmured Wren at his side.
“Nope,” Sam agreed. After finishing up with his trio, he’d tracked down Wren and had been tumbling her non-stop for a few hours.