As my fingers brushed across his skin, I felt it, that strange teasing whisper inside of me that said we were connected somehow. The frozen string that was supposed to connect my magic to his tingled and vibrated.
“What the bleedin' hell?!” he growled, bending down and jerking on the chains, squeezing my legs between the metal. It hurt. “What the fuck are ya?” he whispered as the crowd got a little rowdy behind me. I seriously needed to step up my game or we were all screwed. Bio Dad was probably still in the crowd, watching.
Wait.
Eww.
Gross.
How was I supposed to go through with this now?!
Dustin tugged on the chains a little harder, and I grit my teeth against the pain as he leaned in close to me.
“I'm trying to get you out of here, you idiot,” I snapped, realizing that I was probably about to acquire yet another asshole husband. Why couldn't Dusty be more like George?! I needed more Georges in my life. My own hands came down and latched over Dustin's, wrapped around the chains and squeezing the life out of my poor legs. I was going to have bruises for sure.
With a nice, tight connection this time, I felt my magic reach out and touch his, that silver chain inside of me flicking out and wrapping around Dustin's. When I closed my eyes, I could see that his power was locked down tight in a spell … a spell that reeked of elemental magic.
This is why can't he use his powers?! I wondered as I flicked my lids open and found emerald eyes locked on mine, bright and curious and confused as hell. Good, that made two of us.
“You …” Dustin started, and then his face went through a series of emotions that stressed me all the way out. Confused, disturbed, relieved, sad, determined. What the hell did that all mean?! “You're the spirit elemental,” he whispered, his voice hidden in the growls, groans, and happy screams echoing from the shadows around the stage.
Dustin released the chains—but only slightly—and leaned in close, growling that deep, sexy voice of his right into my ear.
“We're gonna 'ave to make this look like a struggle, a rúnsearc,” he told me, and although I had no idea what uh-rune-shark meant, it sounded sarcastic. Like, maybe Dustin already didn't like me? Great. He'd probably heard all about me from Warden … or maybe he really was in love with Siobhan?
Fuck my life.
“So let go of my legs and get out your dick,” I growled back at him, and he tightened his hold on the chains. “What kind of metal elemental can't control metal anyway?”
“One who gets spelled by a complete fucking sept, that's who,” he snapped back, and when I blinked, I swear, I could see runes dancing across the chains and the metal collar, kind of like the ones below the glamour on my skin. “They thought it'd be ironic to lock me up with my own element. Now, make this look real, yeah? And I'll at least get it up for ya so we can fuck our way out of here.”
“Oh, aren't you kind?” I snarled back at him, realizing I was actually going to hate this guy more than the other a-holes in my harem. Harem? Did I just say harem?! Oh, gross. I was as sexist as Bio Dad!
And then, since I had to for the show and all, I hit Dustin as hard as I could in the nose with the heel of my hand.
He stumbled back and released the chains, much to the approval of the raucous crowd. I was pretty sure it was mostly an act, but it felt good anyway. I surged to my feet and grabbed the chains around Dusty's wrist, curling them both into my palm and yanking him to me. He stumbled like I was really fucking strong and then gave me a little snarl in response.
“You 'ave a fae glamour on, you feckin' gobshite. You have all the supernatural strength of a succubus. Try not to break my damn neck, would ya?”
I yanked Dustin forward and crushed my lips to his, just to shut him up.
And oh.
The angry crash of mouths between us ignited this deep, wild fire inside of me, turning my mostly naked body into a throbbing, frenzied thing. I hated Dustin almost instantly and yet, feeling his tongue slide roughly against mine, I was sold.
Dropping my grip on his chains, I grabbed his head between my hands, holding him firm to me while I took my fill. For a brief moment, he allowed it. Our tongues met in a frenzied dance that was significantly more capoeira than samba, and before I fully had time to explore the delicious sensation of my final—I hoped—husband's lips against my own, he had jerked free of my hold.
We stood there, staring holes through one another with the burning heat of a welder's torch, neither one of us willing to be the first to break.
“Feckin' hell, I must be bleedin' thick,” Dustin growled under his breath, then closed the gap between us in one long stride. His huge hands wrapped around my waist as his lips found mine once more, and before I knew it my back was crashing into the stage floor.
The solid red-haired Irishman pinned me in place with his hips pressed firm against mine, and it wasn't hard to see that he had indeed managed to get it up for me. And boy, was it up. I hadn't copped a solid look, as his mouth held mine captive still, but my hands were free and they knew exactly what they wanted. Dick. Dustin's dick. My palm smoothed over his velvet tip, smearing the wet beads of pre-cum over my hand so as to avoid any chafing, and Dustin made a half groan, half growl sort of noise against my mouth.
Seeing my opportunity while he was distracted, I pushed and rolled, using my glamoured succubus strength to send us both tumbling across the stage in a tangle of limbs and chains, before we hit the back wall and I secured the top position.
“Much better,” I gloated, smirking down at the surprised man below me. “Get used to this, Dusty. Arizona Smoke is always the top.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously at me, even as his rock-hard cock rubbed against my pierced clit in a way that was making it hard to breathe, let alone be sassy.
“Oh, aye? We'll see about that.” He bucked his hips hard, causing two things to happen. Number one, he bumped my center of gravity enough so that I fell backward and needed to roll like some sort of drunk turtle to get off my back. Number two, I came a little. What can I say? He'd hit the nail on the head, so to speak. Good thing I had pretty good stamina, and knew I had way more distance left in me yet.
As I scrambled over to my hands and knees, ready to push myself back to my feet, a sharp stinging pain shot through my head as Dustin seized a handful of my hair and yanked. Hard.
“Fuck, what the fuck? Fucker!” I snarled, and clawed at his hand buried amongst my curls. I felt him push and pull me, using my hair as a damn steering wheel until I was on my knees with my ass in the air. I'd had to drop a hand to the ground to hold myself up, as I didn't particularly want my entire body weight suspended by my hair, and I felt Dustin position himself behind me.
“Now who's on top, wife?” he gloated, rubbing his thick girth along my ass crack while the fingers of his free hand slid under my pathetic excuse for a thong and ripped it clean off my body.
Unobstructed by the illusion of clothing, I was totally open and exposed to him. The only small mercy of modesty I had left were the ridiculous nipple tassels which now bobbed and swayed under me like they were damn well mocking me. Fucking booby tassels.
Dustin's long fingers stroked across my lips—not the ones on my face—and I moaned like some sort of giant cat in heat. Oh god, I looked like one too, with my naked cunt up in the air, wet and begging to be filled.
“You're as slippery as a sozzled leprechaun down here,” Dustin panted, and I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. But fuck it if I was letting him win this little test of dominance. Now if only he would let go of my damn hair …
“Get on with it,” I taunted him, waggling my ass in invitation and hoping he would take it. Literally. But also figuratively. I needed him to relax his guard enough to let go of my hair, and if that meant letting him get his end wet, well so be it. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
“Don't tell me what to do, woman,” he snarled, but did as he was told. Lining up the broad head of his cock with my pussy, he
did exactly what I had anticipated. As he pushed his thick shaft into me, his fingers released from my hair and readjusted to grip my hips. Success. Now I was free to turn the tables on him and claim my upper hand.
A breathy moan puffed out of me as his strong fingers hooked over my hip bones, using them to pull me backward at the same time as he was pushing forward.
Yup, any minute now, I was going to take back control of the situation and show this asshole who was boss. Any damn minute.
He pulled back out a bit, then used my hips once more to pull me back to him, this time pushing inside completely. Damn it, Ari. Take back control. No man dominates you unless you ask him to!
“Fuck,” I cursed, allowing myself a moment more to enjoy the overwhelming pleasure that being impaled on his steel bar was giving me. “Nope. I'm in charge here, buddy.”
In a slick move, one that could have been straight out of Assassin's Creed or something, I did a quick tuck and roll, kicking Dustin off balance and sending him crashing onto his back.
“Surprise, cockface!” I cheered myself, as I landed back on top of him, my naked crotch straddling his rock-hard abs and my hands pinning his to the ground.
Our fingers curled together in a strangely intimate gesture as I dropped my lips to his and bit him. I had no idea what the hell had come over me, but this guy made me … what was it that Shane said? Oh yeah. Madder than a wet hen. A really wet hen. Like, sopping wet. Oh, and he ruffled my feathers, too. Heh. Two bird puns, sweet.
“You horrible little bitch,” Dustin growled as I sucked his lower lip between my teeth. As I did, I wiggled my hips back and used his cock to tease my throbbing wet heat. It was almost unbearable, the level of my attraction. It was so intense I'd almost forgotten that Dusty's girlfriend aka my bestie, Siobhan, was watching from above. Oh, or that my four husbands and 'the one that got away' were also watching. Um, and my seven biological parents. And … dozens and dozens of angry sex demons?!
I hesitated for a moment and Dusty flipped me over, pinning me on my back with one thigh pushed up. His green eyes glimmered mischievously as he pushed my thigh against my chest and made me really glad that I occasionally got motivated and did random yoga videos. Our mouths pressed together as he found my cunt and slipped inside with a low, ragged groan.
My back arched and sparks of pleasure flickered behind my lids. At the same time, I noticed the metal shackles at Dustin's wrists … melt away. In the shadows and spinning spotlights of the stage, I hope no one noticed but … it looked like my elemental powers were going haywire again.
Instead of random bolts of lightning this time, it was metalwork.
Dustin fucked me and kissed me at the same time, driving his cock and his tongue into me just before the metal collar at his neck crashed to the floor. Now, that gave us both pause.
“Up, up, up,” I said, pushing at him and using just a wee bit too much strength. Dustin flew back like I'd punched him and slid all the way across the stage and off of it. Which, I guess was a good thing because he was hidden from the view of the crowd. I scrambled after him, dim chandeliers sparkling above our heads, the scent of sex and sweat overwhelming.
I climbed right off the stage and landed on my ass next to a groaning Dustin.
“You bitch,” he breathed as I crawled over to him and well, let's not sugarcoat this, I mounted him, straddling his dick and sliding all the way down until our bodies met. This time, it was me that was groaning like an animal. I put my hands on Dustin's chest and worked my hips, grinding against him like there was a finish line up ahead and I planned to win.
His hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts in unfamiliar fingers, one hand bare and the other covered in tattoos. I didn't bother to look and see what they were exactly because at that moment, it didn't matter. Not even a little.
I worked my body against his, leaning forward so that my clit ground against the muscles of his pelvis, the piercing enhancing my pleasure to the point that it wasn't just unbearable, it was torture. The best kind of torture. Exquisite … limitless …
Just as I was about to come, Dustin dropped his hands from my breasts to my hips and flipped us again. This time, though, when he mounted me, I didn't have the desire to fight. I let him fuck until my orgasm unfurled from my spine and wracked the rest of my body with tremors, my pussy fluttering and tightening on his shaft until the asshole collapsed with a shudder of his own.
“Fuck,” Dustin said, panting and crushing me under his deliciously muscular weight. Lying there like that, I almost didn't hate him quite as much as I had a few moments ago. And then he started talking. “Jesus Christ, could you have punched me any harder?”
Dusty rolled off with a groan and sat up as I struggled to do the same, the orgasm making me feel shaky and off-balance.
“I saved your life,” I whisper-growled at him, but he was already ignoring me and standing up, reaching down and taking my wrist to drag me along with him.
“I'll save my gratitude for later, if you don't mind. First, I'd like to get the bleeding hell out of here.” Dustin dragged me along behind him, around the back of the stage toward the door.
“We have to get Siobhan and the boys,” I said and Dusty stopped dead in his tracks, turning a deadly green glare over his shoulder as I tried not to fidget from the sheer awkwardness of staring at a man, naked except for titty tassels, his cum sliding down my inner thigh. Eww. It was so … so fucking uncomfortable. You know, especially when said guy that was staring at you was your bestie's … ex? And only ex because you were soul mates with him and stuff.
God, my life was weird.
“Siobhan is here?” he asked, gritting his teeth and pulling me a few inches closer. “Where?”
I opened my mouth to respond when Bio Dad came around the corner in his gold hot pants, the moms clustered together behind him. Well, some of the moms anyway. When I glanced over my shoulder, the rest of them were standing behind us.
Great.
And I thought I'd hit peak awkwardness. Nope. This was peak awkwardness for fucking sure. Having my sperm and egg donors block me in behind the platform where I'd just bought a stranger and had angry sex with him? Yeah, there it was, that level of embarrassment I'd been seeking but hadn't quite attained.
“Oh, fuck the fuck out of this, yeah?” Dustin asked, and then with a wave of his hand, he sent the giant metal Johnson statue from the nearby room crashing through a wall and straight into the mess of parental bad guys standing in front of us.
Oh.
Wow.
I could at least admire the man's attitude when it wasn't directed at me.
Metal Mom, whatever the hell her name was, kept the phallic art piece from causing much more than a few bruises on her lovers, flinging it aside like it was a toy. But damn, the elemental battle was on and going hard already.
Above my head, I heard a strange creaking and looked up just in time to see a spray of vines burst from the ceiling. They wrapped Dusty and me in cool green fingers, the scent of wet earth and growing things making me think George, just before they yanked us up and out of the way of a massive bolt of lightning. It hit the floor and shivered across the planks in white and yellow sparks.
The vines set us back down on the upper walkway where I'd first entered the room.
“Siobhan,” Dusty said, blinking in surprise.
“Dustin,” she said, her voice a soft melancholy that just totally weirded me out seeing as I'd just … had sex with the man and still, um, had evidence of it on my body.
“Yeah, and I'm Warden,” the man in question snapped, getting between them. “Look, nice reunion and all, but we need to get the fuck out of here and quick.”
“Aw, buddy, I didn't realize you cared enough to come rescue me!” Dustin grinned, then noticeably took Siobhan's hand and dashed off down the corridor with his blowtorch dangling as he ran.
“Come on, Smokey, get your head in the elevator,” Warden growled, grabbing me by the arm and taking off at a run in the directi
on the rest of my harem had gone. Whoa. Not a harem. That was way sexist, and besides the fact that we were the opposite sexes for a traditional harem like Bio Dad's. This was so clearly a reverse harem. Heh. I quite liked that term.
My tits bounced painfully as we ran, given they had no support whatsoever, so I clasped one in each hand to try and keep from giving myself a black eye. When we came to the plumbers' van we'd left waiting outside the mansion, I didn't hesitate before diving headfirst inside.
“Well, not that I'm complaining about you throwing yourself at me, Sugar Tits,” Reg chuckled, “but is now really the time?”
Scowling up at him from where I'd landed across his and George's laps, I whacked Reg in the nuts to shut him up. Lightly, of course, as I'd grown quite fond of those nuts. But it was not the time for jokes.
“Guys?” I called out to Shane and Billy in the front seat. “Why aren't we moving? Pretty sure Daniel is like right behind us.”
“We're parked in,” Shane yelled back, putting the van into reverse and reversing just a couple of inches, before going back to drive, doing the same forwards, then switching to reverse again. Was he seriously attempting a fucking twenty-seven point turn at a time like this?
“Siobhan aren't succubus like stupid strong?” I sat up and asked my winged friend who was—ugh, was she kidding me right now?—sitting in Dustin's lap. Did it not bother her that his naked dick covered in my juices was pressed against her?
“Um, yeah?” she shrugged. “Why?”
“Couldn't you like … push the other car out of the way?” I suggested, waving my hand at the offending vehicle who had parked just stupidly close to us.
“I'm not Hercules,” she snapped, looking offended and I rolled my eyes. Sensitive succubus.
“Okay, sure. But maybe if Shane gives it a gust of wind while you push?” I clarified and Shane made a noise from the driver's seat.
“Why didn't I think of that?” he muttered, and with a wave of his hand he sent a huge gust of wind slamming into the inconsiderate parker's car, and it tumbled end over end down the road. “Everyone in?” he checked, before slamming his foot to the floor and peeling out of the CUM carpark like we were being chased by evil elemental dragons.
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