by Jay, Setta
“Not a fucking clue. Briefed Drake, maybe he’ll have some insight at the next meeting. P and Sander will hopefully have Intel from their end by then.” It was Sander and P’s, or Pothos, if you wanted to risk a beating with his given name, shift in Hell Realm. As Guardian shifts went, that one was both a bitch and a retreat.
Uri continued, “Looked more like the Mageias are into something that has the Tria interested enough to have them watched.” Uri paused again to think about the damn irritation of those mortals with the ability to wield elemental magic. If they were joining with demon possessed sent by the Tria, from Hell Realm... “It didn’t look like the demon possessed were guarding the Mageias, but they were all around the damn place. Hard to tell if the Mageias knew they were there at the perimeter of their land. Fuck, that’d be the last thing we need. I rounded up two and you got another three? I got nothing from the two I had, and yours fucking offed themselves, which was not their usual behavior.”
“We’ve watched the Mageias ever since those humans started evolving. We always thought the Covens would try to gain power by taking in dark energies. This was something else.” Gregoire’s deep rumble would only be audible to Uri under the pulsing base of the music and the moans of the group of humans adjacent to them.
Uri contemplated what bothered him most about seeing the head of the west coast Covens earlier. “Cynthia seemed too well preserved. Even considering that humans go under the knife, she looked too good. It’s been a good decade since we’ve been on Earth rotation and she looked the same… maybe younger. I’m not sure why I didn’t notice it when I spoke to her regarding the missing Mageias months ago. Nothing felt out of the ordinary then. She’s always been a self-serving bitch.”
Gregoire mused. “If Cynthia is getting supplies from Aletheia in Tetartos to retain her youth, how much does she know of the Immortal races? It’s not something we share.”
Uri pondered another potentially disturbing possibility, “I did a mental scan of her during the meeting. There was nothing. Nothing about being involved with demon possessed, Immortal races, or missing Mageias. I didn’t take blood memories, but a standard mental scan should have been more than sufficient on a mortal.”
Gregoire nodded, “If Cynthia and all the other Coven heads are not sending Mageias to Cyril and Elizabeth in Tetartos Realm… how are the females getting there? I can’t believe Cyril found his way out of the Creator’s confinement spell on Tetartos Realm. Though, we haven’t seen or heard anything on him for centuries. Not since his failed attempt at taking Dorian. He’s still on Tetartos, somewhere, and that means the missing Mageias are there too.” Cyril and Elizabeth were reviled on Tetartos for their parts in Apollo’s breeding experiments and imprisonment of Immortals. Staying quiet until a year ago, when Uri’s sexy little voyeur and her brothers had sent information to them that Cyril had his hands on Mageias from Earth. Until then, there had been no word on the twisted duo. He and his brothers itched at the opportunity to find and obliterate them, once and for all.
The music changed to something dark and sultry, blending with a loud moan of completion, that drew Uri’s attention back to the humans fucking in the next seating area. He inhaled the scent of release. His skin felt tight and his cock twitched at the heady fragrance. “Drake’s already stepped up tracking efforts on the assholes. We’ll see what else he decides at the meeting tomorrow.” Uri scanned the crowd, his irritation increasing.
Hours crouched on the ground, setting up surveillance, and following the Coven leader home after dealing with possessed humans did nothing for his mood. If she did not show tonight to enjoy their game he might just find her, pin her down and fuck her raw and hard, screw the voyeuristic games she liked to play.
He took a nice deep pull from his Jameson, and enjoyed the warm burn as it flowed down his throat. He heard a loud female moan that escalated after a series of sharp smacks. He needed to relax, forget the night’s work. Rolling the cool glass between his hands, he sat facing the dance floor, which was teeming with aroused humans. The musky scent coming from the seating area next to them was setting his dick at attention.
He rubbed the back of his neck, the condensation on his palm from the glass, felt cool against his heated flesh. He’d sent a telepathic message to Drake earlier with the same concerns he and Gregoire had just discussed. All he’d gotten back was a resounding “Fuck!!!” Drake was looking slightly more haggard recently. Their leader refused to take anything more than minimal down time. Uri shook his head. If it was one of them not taking care of their energy needs, Drake would take their ass to the mats, and they’d be lucky not to get singed along with the beating he would dish out.
He sat in silence for long minutes, watching, but not really seeing, the scenes taking place around them. His gaze caught on a male bending a red headed female over the arm of one of the chairs. Others were gathering to watch as he entered her and took full deep thrusts. His hearing much more sensitive than the mortals around them, he detected the sound of the chair legs scraping against tile. He also picked up, the smacking of slick skin against skin that accompanied the furniture’s movements. He took another deep pull from his drink, ready to find his own pleasure. Looking over he was happy to see Gregoire appeared equally ready to start off the better part of their night. His brother Guardian was searching the dark recesses of the club for entertainment.
They used to fuck female after female for hours, thoroughly enjoying their down time. Lately, that had changed. Gregoire took care of his needs and bailed as fast as he was able. Just a quick release to take the edge off, nothing like the long sessions they used to enjoy. Neither of them had been acting normal, so Uri sure as hell wasn’t going to interrogate his brother for acting… off. Not when Uri was doing things he’d never thought he’d do centuries ago. Shit, Uri had been housing a hell beast on Earth without telling Drake or any of his brothers, including Gregoire. Just the thought had him mentally shaking his head.
Drake was going to shit when Uri finally came clean. The thing was he couldn’t seem to give a damn what anyone said or thought about what he did. It was a dangerous situation.
He scanned the club once more, searching for the one and only being able to hold his interest for centuries. He swore he smelled a hint of her in the stale air. She never got close enough though, so he knew his mind was conjuring up a scent for her. The only real fragrances were that of stale perfume and sex permeating the air of the packed club. The lights were low, lots of leather, lace and chains moved and swayed on the sweat slicked bodies. The music was playing a seductive beat that prompted the scantily clad humans on the floor to touch, lick, and fuck, just like the groups in the surrounding seating areas.
A dark haired human female with a short pixie cut caught Gregoire’s eye and he nodded her over. She was curvy with large tits just like his brother Guardian liked. She took in Gregoire’s six foot ten inch muscled frame, dark reddish brown spiked hair and that long goatee, and with Uri’s superior sight he saw the way her eyes sparked with interest.
He’d seen it a thousand times. Females liked the danger that emanated from he, and his brothers, way too much for their own good. They were fortunate that the Guardians were bound by their curse. Unable to inflict pain on a human unless they wanted to incur ten times the pain.
“Is this seat free?” she said in French as she leaned over Gregoire’s lap, placing her cleavage on display in front his brother’s face. Her hands bracketed the male on the arms of his chair. The tight black dress left little to the imagination, clinging to flared hips and slowly riding up her thighs from her bent position.
Gregoire “shh’d” her with a thumb to the bottom of a pouty red lip, then caressed her cheek and neck gently with the back of his knuckles before using slight pressure on one hip and guided her to kneel between his spread jeans covered thighs. Both Uri and Gregoire preferred as little conversation as possible unless it was to direct a hand or mouth where they wanted it.
Her eyes glazed with lu
st as she took a slightly ragged intake of breath. The reason you went to a club like that was to fuck or be fucked, publicly. Not converse. She averted her gaze quickly to the massive bulge in front of her as she knelt on the hard tiled floor. Gregoire unzipped slowly, watching the female as she stared wide eyed and mesmerized at the mammoth cock being unveiled.
Uri watched his friend grasp the female by the nape of her neck. He slid the massive cock over her smooth cheeks. “Lick it.” Gregoire instructed and she gasped lightly before licking her glossy lips and inhaling deeply the musky scent of aroused male. Her eyes went half lidded as Gregoire moved his dick to massage a slow circle over her plump lips. Pixie’s tongue shot out to taste the crest and the female moaned deep in her throat, obviously enjoying the taste. Immortals were much sweeter in flavor, or so it seemed. He knew both he and Gregoire were sweeter according the female’s minds Uri had read through the centuries. He’d read enough while pleasuring or taking pleasure from a human lover to know exactly how much they enjoyed the difference.
Gregoire proceeded to put pressure on her neck. Done teasing her, he pushed the solid length into her mouth. “Suck on the tip.” He practically growled. Reaching down he drew one small palm up to caress his balls. Then using both hands he settled the big thick shaft further into her suckling mouth. He caressed her cheeks and guided her mouth in a shallow pump over his dick that made her moan.
Before the play went too far, Uri dug out cash and dropped it down for the drinks.
He nodded as Michael, head of security made a round. Dominant/submissive play was the big draw in those clubs. Some came to experiment, the environment being as safe as you could get for humans that liked kink. The club had safe words and security. Bouncers everywhere were keeping a watchful eye.
A hard catch in the female’s breathing brought Uri’s attention back to the moment. She was aroused. They both scented it as Gregoire pulled out long enough for her to lave her small wet tongue over the engorged head of his massive dick. She began gorging herself on Gregoire’s cock as they watched her eagerly take as much as she was able.
Uri felt himself harden further while watching the two. Gregoire fisted her hair again and proceeded to slowly thrust in and out, deeper that time, his cock exiting shiny with her saliva. She wouldn’t be able to take all of him no matter how much she wanted to, not even the most experienced managed it. He was just too long and thick. Uri saw the male’s eyes go half lidded, enjoying fucking the tip into her mouth. Looking at the Guardian’s bulk, some would expect a more brutal experience but he was always careful. They were humans, fragile, and he and his brother were both very aware of the consequences in causing one of them pain.
Gregoire leaned down, freeing both plump breasts to sit above the female’s dress, shelving them high while he plucked at taut cherry red nipples. Learning what made her wild. She moaned deep, from being on display or his fondling? Either way they both knew she was dripping wet as her lower body undulated with need. “Uri you want to touch these beautiful tits. She likes a nice hard pull.” Gregoire spoke in flawless French. All Guardians were gifted with the ability to speak and understand the languages of any Realms under their care.
The female’s eyes lifted to Uri, dilating impossibly larger in her need, her pleasure filled gaze silently pleading for some kind of relief. One hand on Gregoire’s balls massaged, the other pumping the remaining part of the cock she’d never fit in her mouth. Her movements more and more frantic as if making Gregoire come would set off her own release. Gregoire groaned as they both watched his dick disappeared again and again inside slick red lips, her flushed cheeks hollowing with each pull.
Uri reached past the small table, bending to pluck at a tightened bud that tipped large red areolas. Her tits had drawn up full, so swollen they might verge on painful. He inhaled deep, she was gushing now, ready for anything Gregoire or he demanded.
“He will fuck you after I’m through.” Gregoire spoke again in perfect French. She moaned long and low at the words, more fluids making their way down, no doubt painting the inside of her thighs.
Uri scanned the crowd again. Wanting… Yes, there she was, long dark hair flowing in waves down that perfectly curved body. Full delectable mounds swelled above the low cut tank top she wore. He even saw the brilliant otherworldly blue of her eyes as she lounged back in hip hugging pants. Her tight black top was cut dangerously low, showing him a deep shadowy abyss he’d love to get lost in. Sun kissed mounds held high and full, just begging for his mouth or dick. His goddess stayed in the shadows at other side of the seated area. It’d been a while since he’d seen her, but the intensity of her beauty or its effect on him hadn’t changed. He instantly hit full mast.
The need to fuck pushed him from his seat. He looked to Gregoire, who nodded his assent. Uri then freed his cock from the confines of the painfully tight jeans. “Suck him nice and hard.” He moved in and took control of the female’s head, turning her from Gregoire’s shallow fucking. As she moaned and gasped, he guided those wet lips to his balls, letting her wet them nicely while stroking his aching erection. Gregoire stood, taking one of Pixie’s small hands under his own as he stroked them both over his engorged shaft. Uri looked to the shadows, knowing she saw everything, before he focused the back on the female below him.
He was rock hard. His little voyeur always upped the ante for him. He glanced over again, feeling the burn of her gaze as she watched him with the female. She was maybe five eight, making her small for a Demi-Goddess. It also made her a foot shorter than him. Humans moved around her, oblivious to the spell she likely used to shield herself from their sight. It took a lot of restraint not to go to her. It always had, but the desire was getting more, and more, difficult to curb. He’d lost control once, his predator half working on its own, thinking to touch her, take her, but she’d been gone in the blink of an eye. Tracking a teleport was not something easily done, but he’d considered attempting it in that moment. He shook the memory away.
All they were allowed was the show she came for. Looking at the small tongue laving his balls he imagined it was bright sapphire eyes looking up at him, not the hazel he was seeing. He didn’t see short dark hair, but long, wavy strands flowing around her shoulders, a taut, perfectly rounded, ass arched out behind her in those snug black pants she was wearing. Pixie moaned deep. Taken out of his fantasy, Uri tried to center his attention back on the female moaning against his shaft. The human was talented, but he wanted to make sure his little goddess had more of a show.
Thankfully, if Gregoire ever saw Alexandra, he never said so. That would open up too many problems he didn’t want to think about. Gregoire’s attention was, thankfully, on Pixie’s mouth and hands as she pleasured them both.
With only a look, he and his brother Guardian began moving from their private table as several people watched the exhibition. Neither bothered to zip up as they directed their plaything to one of the black leather lounges. It had been vacated and cleaned, as was the way of the club, and it would be in the perfect angle for his goddess to see what they did to the female.
Uri leaned back, his long hard warrior legs spread over the sides, while he rested against the back, his cock jutting out of the open jeans. Gregoire lifted and positioned the female on her hands and knees with her mouth closing over Uri’s cock. Slowly Gregoire lifted the dress, ripped the small string that comprised her panties. The action caused her ass to wiggle in need. Uri knew her folds were likely glistening and on display to the crowd around them.
“I want you to open wide and suck him while I fuck your pussy.” Gregoire commanded. The dark haired female nodded almost choking in her eagerness to take Uri’s cock back into her hot little mouth. “I’m going to pound into your little cunt while I finger fuck your ass.” Gregoire’s words threw her into a frenzy of abandoned sucking. She obviously like the idea of her back entrance being played with. Her hand left his balls and went between her thighs. The move earned a sharp smack to her ass which had her moaning wildly
as Gregoire suited up.
Instead of allowing her frantic movements to continue, Uri placed her hands on the chaise right next to his hips, “Keep them there.” He took over her movements with firm hands in her hair. Gregoire glanced at Uri briefly, giving warning that he was going in. With an inexperienced female you never knew how the excitement would affect them. The last thing Uri wanted was her taking a chunk out of his dick.
Looking down at her flushed face, “He’s going to take you hard. Don’t clamp down. Loosen your jaw while I fuck your mouth.” She did as directed. Uri held her jaw, making sure she didn’t bite down accidently, which would royally screw his good time. She managed to hold her upper body up over him as Gregoire hammered into her from behind, most likely fucking her ass with his fingers as promised, but with the angle Uri couldn’t see it.
Uri looked to the side were his little voyeur was and he held her eyes while he used the unknown female’s mouth. Daring her to challenge him. To come to him. It went on for long moments, the female’s moans buffered with the throbbing beat of music. Gregoire pushing in and out, fucking her, while one hand worked underneath her. Most likely thrumming her clit. Pixie’s body bucked as his brother forced her into a long hard climax. Uri saw Gregoire tense behind her and groan low as her walls no doubt milked his dick.
Uri focused fully on the female, holding her jaw as she screamed around his stiff dick. The vibrations made him that much harder. He didn’t chance spending in a human’s mouth. She could get addicted to the semen and the youthful side effects that came with it. Instead he pulled from her lips.
Gregoire flipped her onto her back, ripped the condom and groaned deep as he spent heavy ropes of come onto her heaving neck and chest. She was flushed, and her heaving tits were still out on display over the top of the dress.