by T. S. Snow
I winced. Shit on a magical stick.
"Ohh, someone is in troouble," Andres sing-songed from where he was sitting near Blair.
You can say that again, dude.
Blaze's head whipped towards Andres’s direction, and his eyes narrowed on him. "And I want to know why you thought it was a good idea to invite him here," Blaze demanded through gritted teeth.
"Well, technically I didn't invite him here, Blair did."
Blair yelled an outraged hey from her perch.
That's right, I'm throwing you under the bus just like you did me!
"He was only meant to be backup, really, but then things got a little complicated and we needed to make a run for it and Andres makes for a super great getaway driver. He had this idea where we used a bunch of illusions on different cars to lose our tail when the people following us—who we thought were the rebels at the time by the way—started an honest to Goddess car chase. So yeah, we lost them, and then we came here but Blair's bike had to be left behind so really this was our only chance of getting here unless we walked or risked coming across more enemies, and by then both Blair and Andres were a little worn down from all the magic," I rambled, not bothering to stop to even breathe. But the more I spoke, the more pissed Blaze seemed and it was freaking me out.
"Well, anywaysssss. I don't even know why I'm explaining this to you, Fucktard. It's not like you're my keeper or anything."
A couple of ooohs came from our audience, but that wasn't what worried me.
Oh no.
No. No. No. No.
Backtrack. Backtrack right now.
Abort mission.
"Fucktard? You've been calling me a Fucktard in your head?" Blaze boomed.
Well, shit.
I had not meant for Blaze to know the play I'd done on his family name. But, in my defense, I doubted I was the first one to ever make the connection. Especially when he was a prick with a tree shoved up his ass when we met.
"Only when you're being an asshole?" I smiled sheepishly at him.
If Blaze had seemed angry before, now he looked downright gloomy, as if someone had pissed on his ice cream or something.
Served him right for getting in the way of me and my work.
Blaze opened his mouth and closed it without a single sound coming out, and I was kinda thrilled to realize I made him speechless.
I had skills, yo.
Feeling bad, I approached him as one would a rabid hellhound—you know, if hellhounds were real and stuff. I ignored the laughter coming from the kitchen, and started doing this weird ass soothing noise I'd seen an animal trainer do in a documentary once.
See? TV was educational.
"It's okay, you're not always an asshole. It was mostly just when we officially met," I said soothingly while patting his shoulder.
Quicker than you could say Python, Blaze grabbed my hand from his shoulder, dragged me into the main bedroom, and pinned my body against the locked door, his body so close to mine I didn't know where I ended and he began.
I was starting to think that Blaze really enjoyed having me pinned against hard surfaces. Call it a hunch.
"I guess I'll just have to make you come over and over again until you forget all about that nickname, won't I?" Blaze whispered against my ear and I shivered.
My ovaries started to dance a little, and I may have drooled. Just thinking about the things he could do to me had me glancing toward where our bedroom was, calculating how much time I truly needed to do what I was supposed to.
No, bad Charisma. Finish the fucking project so you’ll avoid IT duty, then let Fucktard give you all the orgasms.
I opened my mouth to refute, to say I had a very tight deadline if I wanted to make sure Christian didn’t get even more angry, but then Blaze stepped even closer, crowding me in the most deliciously tempting way.
Fuck it. Play first, sex later.
No, wait. That wasn’t right.
Play first, work later.
Hey, orgasms were on the line. I may be clumsy but I wasn't stupid. There was no way I was gonna miss out on the opportunity for multiple orgasms.
Work could wait. I’d make up for it… afterwards.
"I guess you will," I sassed back.
What? O r g a s m s were on the line.
I made a mental note to call him Fucktard every time we were alone. You know, for science. I had to see if he would make good on his threat every time. And how many orgasms it took me to forget to call him a Fucktard.
It was clearly a major sacrifice I was willing to make for the sake of science.
I was basically a martyr.
Before Blaze had the chance to change his mind or try to punish me another way, I raised up on my tiptoes and locked my lips with his. I wanted to climb him like a one-man jungle gym.
The minute our mouths touched, something inside of me came alive and exploded.
It was always like this with Blaze, like there was a spark that lit up something inside of me whenever we came together and everything else faded. There was no slow burn, oh no, with Blaze it was like New Years’ Eve at Times Square, the whole lightshow. We were nothing but hunger, nothing but fire, and the need to consume him and be consumed by him. Fuck the consequences.
I grabbed onto him as his hands found my ass and he hoisted me up so I was level with his mouth, my lower bits rubbing against his growing erection in a way that would feel even more delicious if we got rid of the jean barriers between us.
Blaze pulled my hair to force my head to tilt the way he wanted it and started to trail kisses down my neck.
I pulled on his hair just because I could, and Blaze moaned against my neck.
Ooohh, that was some good information to keep stored for... future uses.
He pulled away from me just enough to get rid of our shirts, and I took the time to drink in the sight of him. Blaze was all well defined muscles and yummy tattoos. I leaned closer and pressed a kiss against the hellhound on his shoulder, half wondering if he would be okay with staying still for long periods of time while I trailed kisses over every single one of his tattoos.
Slowly, intent on torturing both of us, I started to do just that, trailing open mouthed kisses and small nibbles from where his tattoo ended on his pec all the way up to his neck, following the line of runes to right below his earlobe.
Blaze used the opportunity to get rid of my bra, and started playing with my breasts, trailing his thumbs over my nipples and making me shudder time and time again.
I raked my teeth on his jaw before fusing my mouth with his once again, and Blaze's fingers started to trail lower, in the direction I wanted them the most.
I almost shouted my excitement, but his tongue battling against mine kept me busy and distracted in the best of ways.
Blaze's hand finally, finally, slipped inside my jeans and honed in where I needed it the most, making figure-eight patterns on my clit.
I had no fucking clue how he was managing to do that at such an awkward angle, but there was no fucking way I was going to complain, especially when he moved his finger just right and stars burst behind my closed eyelids.
"Yesss, right there," I moaned and started to ride his hand. Encouraged by my words or my movements, Blaze started to move his hand faster, while he lowered his head, took one of my breasts into his mouth, and started to suck. He inserted his fingers inside of me, never stopping the movements against my clit, and it was all I could do to hold on and enjoy the ride.
He bit my nipple just enough to hurt a little bit, and I exploded on his hand, my nails carving into his broad shoulders as I tried to keep my entire body from collapsing.
"What's my name?" Blaze asked, nipping my earlobe.
I stared at him, confused, while my brain tried to get down from the happy post orgasmic haze.
"Blaze?" It was half answer, half question.
Blaze nipped my earlobe again, a little harder this time, and started to move his finger against my clit again. I moaned.
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sp; "My family name," he demanded.
Oh.
Oh.
I smirked. "Fucktard."
With a growl, Blaze pulled his fingers from inside me and set me on the floor. My shaky legs almost didn't hold my weight, but somehow I managed to stay upright.
I almost whimpered from the loss, thinking I'd taken it too far, but instead of walking away from me as I thought he would, Blaze dropped to his knees and started to unbutton my jeans.
Well, alright then. I'm so here for this.
I wiggled to help him get rid of my jeans and panties, and then in a move that had my freaking jaw dropping all the way to Uruguay, he hoisted me up using one arm so that my back was once more against the door and I was kind of sitting on his hand, giving him a pretty up close view of my lady bits. Especially considering his head was right between my legs.
Before I had the chance to get self-conscious, he went to town on me and I became a moaning, gasping mess. I hooked my fingers in his hair so I could have something to hold onto.
And boy, did the man know how to keep his promise.
Before long, I was coming all over again, and instead of stopping, Blaze lapped me up as if I were the best fucking nectar he'd ever tasted.
It was hot as fuck.
"Woah. That was—" I trailed off, my brain couldn't really come up with any freaking words that would describe just how mind blowing it had been. "Woah." I raised a shaky hand from his hair and patted his head in a weird, awkward congratulatory "good job, champ."
But at least I didn't say the words, I just thought them. Honestly, if I could muster the energy, I would probably have high fived him.
What? Two orgasms back to back were a lot on a girl's brain synapses.
Blaze chuckled against my pussy and it sent vibrations all the way to my toes. His beard moved against my clit as he laughed and I swore it felt like shockwaves from overstimulation.
"I think I need a minute," I admitted. At my words, Blaze smiled like the cat who ate the canary, and really, I couldn't blame him for feeling smug. He should totally feel smug. Hell, I'd make him a fucking badge if he wanted. "Uh. Do you want me to...?" I trailed off and made a weird hand gesture trying to indicate reciprocate, but I clearly needed lessons from the cool kids about what meant what, exactly, because I was clueless.
Blaze's smile turned wicked as he stood up, somehow keeping me steady so I wouldn't fall in a puddle of post double orgasm Charisma goo. "One day, I'll have you on your knees in front of me as you suck my cock so good, it'll make you wet. But I'm not quite done with you today yet, Little Spitfire. After all, I have a promise to keep."
Did I just come inside my own head at his words? Because I think I did. I didn't know mental orgasms were possible but holy fuck.
It took my brain more time than I'm proud to admit to process the rest of his words. "Wait. You're not done with me yet? What does that mean?"
Blaze smirked just a tad more as he started to unbutton his pants and I couldn't help but salivate. Oooh, his monster cock was coming out to play.
I might just die if I had another orgasm, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.
I watched with bated breath as he stripped out of his jeans, shoes, and underwear. I was hypnotized by the way his muscles flexed while he moved.
Maybe I could bite them just a little bit and see what would happen?
"What's my name, Little Spitfire?"
All thoughts of biting him slid from my brain as he started to corner me against the door again. Not that I'd actually gone very far from it.
I blinked, trying to focus on his question instead of his very hot, very hard body pressing against mine.
"Say it, Charisma." Blaze's demand had me shivering yet again.
What was it about this guy that made me so fucking sensitive?
Right. Question. Game. Words. Orgasm.
Orgasms.
"Futhark," I gasped, and Blaze finally, finally rewarded me by sliding inside of me in one powerful thrust. We both moaned at the same time.
Fuck.
He felt so fucking good inside of me.
"Yesss," I gasped, Blaze started to slide in and out of me, picking up the rhythm.
I. Was. So. Here. For. This.
Someone started to bang on the door behind me, scaring the daylight out of me.
Blaze and I both froze when we heard the voice on the other side of the door. I'd totally forgotten we'd left Andres and Blair outside.
Shit.
"I hate to interrupt, lovebirds, but I gotta go pick up my bike. Andres is driving me. I hope you two are being safe and stuff. Kay. Bye."
Blaze moved inside of me, as if to slip out, but his movement had the opposite effect and I had to bite his shoulder to keep from moaning out loud and being overheard.
Not that I'd worried too much about that before; that ship had kinda sailed, but really, common courtesy.
Smiling a supervillain smile, Blaze picked up the pace inside of me, and I forgot all about being quiet.
It wouldn't matter, there was no way I'd have to see either of them again, anyway.
25
Andres
"Did they just... are they gonna bone?" I asked Blair, staring after where Blaze and Charisma disappeared.
That had taken an unexpected turn for sure. Who knew Blaze Futhark had it in him? And seeing this sassy side of Charisma just made me want her more, even if she was banging Futhark right now or being yelled at by him.
Either way, my ears were in for a show.
I got up to silently make my way to the door, but Blair's words stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I turned back to grin at her. "What, you can't tell me you aren't curious? I mean, c'mon. It's gonna be like live porn."
"Eww. Stop being a pervert and get back here," she half-whispered the command, but I ignored her.
I mean, c'mon. If they wanted privacy, they should've asked us to leave.
Just then I heard a thunk followed by a low moan from Charisma and I smiled.
Oh, yeah, they were totally gonna bone. Torn between jealousy and the desire to watch, I stood where I was.
While it wouldn't be the first time I'd seen or heard two people having sex, you know, if I had been invited inside, it felt different. I didn't know if this was because Charisma was someone I was actually into, or if it was because of who she was about to have sex with, but it made me even hornier. My dick was so hard, I could probably use it to cut steel or some shit.
I wasn't exactly a voyeur, mind you, but I was a curious guy with a healthy appetite, and I'd done quite a bit of exploring with consensual partners. Not that Blaze and Charisma had consented, exactly, but they hadn’t said no, either.
Just thinking about Charisma naked, with her full lips parted as she moaned made me so fucking hard it hurt.
Huh, maybe I could find a bathroom close by and take care of business.
"Please don't tell me you're getting off on this while I'm in the room. It's just gross," my sister's voice broke my naughty thoughts more efficiently than if I'd been thrown into a freezing lake.
And that was when Charisma decided it would be a good idea to yell Blaze's name.
Fucking hell.
I needed to get out of here, before I did something stupid, like barging in there and convincing her to yell my name instead of his, consequences be damned.
Think of something else, Andres. Something unsexy. Like zombies, and Grandma Illudere's wrinkled face, and dead cats. Anything will do.
I could hear the noise of a body banging against the door, which vibrated rhythmically and I didn't stop my smirk.
That was, until Blair caught my gaze, rolled her eyes and got up.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." She grabbed my hand and dragged me in the opposite direction, probably to give them some privacy, but I was reluctant to leave.
I should really find that damn bathroom so I could jerk off to the sounds of Charisma getting fucked; it’d h
elp take the edge off.
As soon as I got rid of my pest of a sister.
I wasn't that depraved.
"Wait, I forgot my—"
"Andres, there's no way I'm letting you go in there or anywhere else near them; give them some privacy. Besides, how do you think Blaze will react when he finds out you were listening to him fuck his girlfriend?"
I stopped in my tracks. "Wait. Girlfriend? Charisma and Futhark are boyfriend and girlfriend?"
This changed things. It was one thing if they were just doing the occasional hookup, but if they were actually together... Fuck.
I may be a great many things, but I wasn't the kind of asshole who would get in the way of people in a relationship. There were plenty of willing women out there; I didn't need to get in the way of true love and shit.
Blair stopped to consider my question before answering. "Well. I don't actually know, but they do spend a lot of time banging, and they slept in the same room when I got here. I didn't really see a lot of lovey-dovey stuff going on between them outside of the bedroom, though. But that doesn't mean they're not together. Blaze sure does a lot of staring after her like a lost puppy, however, so even if they're not official, I think it's just a matter of time. Pity, too, because if she wanted she could totally get a harem. You Arcanes are so old fashioned in your ways; my mom was the one who knew what was what. Three men at her beck and call. Well, four if you counted..."
I cringed. That was a little piece of information I always tried to erase from my brain, even if I was unsuccessful. "Please don't remind me that my father was supposed to be a member of your mother's harem. I do not need to picture that. Besides, does it even count if he didn't know at the time?"
Blair winked. "Good point. Still, Necromancers totally know what's what. And I may be an Illusionist, but I'll be damned if I'll ever settle for less than three dicks."
My stomach twisted, and bile rose to the back of my throat.
Ewww.
How had the conversation taken a turn for the worse? How had I gone from being hard and horny listening to Charisma have sex to being forced into mental images of my father, Blair's mom and her harem? Polyamory may have become quite common among humans over the years, but most mages still abided by the old ways to make sure the power and the succession lines stayed pure. Monogamy also diminished the power struggle. Imagine five males vying for the attention of one female heir; what happened if there was jealousy? Which male would actually carry the family's name forward? It was overcomplicated, and just because it worked for the Necromancers, it didn't mean it would work for us.