The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Threesome

by Louisa Bacio

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Lily

  Physically, her body felt exhausted. She'd been through so much—mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually—in the past few weeks. Her mind began to shut down. Time to sleep.

  After wrapping a towel around her body, Lawrence picked her up in his arms, and set off for the bedroom. She wanted to tell him not to bother, or waste his time, but she didn't feel like she possessed the energy to turn him down. Trevor pulled back the covers, and Lawrence laid her gently on the pillow.

  Lawrence ran his hand down her side, and up the curve of her hip. It was hard to believe how comfortable she felt lying naked with them, and she could easily get used to the feeling.

  She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke to the feeling of warm wetness lapping at her nipple. A head moved beneath the covers, and she pulled them back to see Trevor's head.

  “Good afternoon?” he said, teasingly, talking around her areola in his mouth. “So glad that you decided to wake and join the world of the living.”

  She yawned, stretching her arms up and giggled. “What time is it?”

  “Oh, almost five o'clock again,” Trevor said. “You slept right through the entire day. We must have exhausted you.”

  She smiled at the memories—in the shower, in the bath, until her body probably just couldn't take the exertion of pleasure anymore and it had shut down. “Sure you didn't slip me something?” she asked.

  “Oh, I definitely have something that I'd like to slip into you,” Trevor replied, gliding his body against hers as he pulled himself up in the bed. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Soundly,” she said, holding up her index finger. “Sorry to break the mood, but can you hold that thought for just one moment?”

  Lily bounced out of bed, feeling happier and lighter than she had … well, in her entire lifetime. She brushed her teeth and washed her face as quickly as possible, and used the other bathroom facilities. A sharp stab of pain cramped in her lower abdomen, and she placed her hand over the spot, willing the ache away. She counted back mentally. About two weeks since her cycle. Perfect time to be ovulating. She'd always been one to be in-tune with her physical cycles. No wonder she'd been so horny, she laughed to herself. She'd fallen into their bed right at her peak hormonal time of the month.

  What had her life become? One giant romp of fucking, sleeping, eating, and then repeat? At the thought of food, her stomach growled. She'd definitely have to eat soon, but first back to the offering in the other room.

  She laughed at Trevor's readiness when she returned. “You didn't move at all?”

  “My lady asks me to wait, and I wait for her,” Trevor replied. “Where did you think I was going to go?”

  A flash of darkness flittered through her mind, remembering the events of the recent past. They hadn't all been good. And some had been downright hellish. She never wanted to return to that hellhole again, but someday, soon, she'd have to try to free her mother.

  “Hey, it's all right,” he said, holding out a hand. “Come up here with me. Sit on my lap and I'll make you feel all better.”

  She crawled up the bed, slipping under the covers and onto his lap. “How am I supposed to sit here when there's something poking me in the behind?” she asked.

  “Ah, that's the point. I told you I'd make you forget everything else.”

  She raised herself up, straddling Trevor's thighs, and gripped his firm cock in her hand, guiding him into her as she sank down. Once she reached the base, she stopped and marveled at the feel of him inside of her, and wrapped her legs around his back.

  Trevor filled her so deliciously. She arched up, curving her lower back, and relishing the feel of her lover. The fuzzy hair around the base of his cock added to the friction of their movements, and she rubbed herself against him as she rode him. The muscles in her thighs began to burn, and she started to slow her pace, until he braced his hands against her waist and continued to thrust upward, pounding her.

  She bounced, hair flying wildly, mouth open in ecstasy, as she rode out the mind-blowing orgasm. He used his thumb on her clit, circling softly and stretching out the tremors that flowed through her body. Finally, she collapsed against him, still feeling his hard cock twitching inside her.

  She sensed Lawrence's presence behind her before she saw or felt him.

  “Mind shifting that pretty ass a little this way, love,” Law said. She could hear the hunger and pent-up passion in his voice, and the air virtually singed with his need.

  “Hold on,” Trevor instructed her. She did exactly that, holding tight to his body with her arms and her legs.

  Firmly lodged inside Lily, Trevor lifted up his hips and moved them, positioning them toward the side of the bed, so Lily rested on her stomach, against Trevor, and her bottom side rose straight up in the air.

  “There you are,” Law said, fingering her exposed rosebud, and slipping the tip of a finger inside, “and such a pretty, tight little thing.”

  She squirmed against him, grinding herself on Trevor's cock and pushing herself ever so slightly further onto Law's devilish digit.

  “So may I assume that you've never been properly fucked in the ass, either,” he asked her quite wickedly.

  Trevor's member, inside her, jerked with excitement, and her own pussy throbbed. Two lovers. She had to accommodate both somehow. She'd fantasized about both in bed, and in her—together—at the same time, but she wasn't sure if she was really ready for the encounter.

  She swallowed her hesitations. “Never,” she said, “but I'm willing to try.”

  “Thought so,” he replied, his voice growing even huskier. “I'll be gentle.”

  Warm lube flowed down her crack, and Law used his cupped hand to catch the overflow and grease up her hole. Lily wished she could see what he was doing, and she focused on his actions.

  “Kiss me,” Trevor said, pulling her further back toward him, which also raised her bottom up a bit more.

  His tongue lashed her mouth, his dick filled her pussy, and then Lily sucked in a breath as Lawrence started to push himself into her ass. She flashed the momentary idea that he wouldn't fit, that it would be too much and then the spike of pain dissipated, and the real fun began.

  The three developed a rhythm as Law pushed into her, which made her go against Trevor, and when Trev thrust back, Lily sunk on Law's cock. Lily lost track of time, and only focused the senses.

  Until Trev began to pump his seed into her and the excitement propelled Lily into another orgasm. Finally, with her vaginal and anal muscles twinging in the glorious afterglow of coming, she felt Lawrence coming with a few forceful thrusts.

  The three of them lay there, spent, for a minute. Lily had no idea what her men were thinking about. Did she live up to their expectations? She couldn't be happier with the outcome. How fortunate was she to have not one, but two attentive lovers?

  Law brushed the hair off the back of her neck, and trailed his tongue up, leaving a kiss at the base of her hairline.

  “Now you really are ours,” he said, and then he pulled out, and pulled her off Trevor. They scooted over, and she curled up into him. She felt so vulnerable at that moment. Having given herself to them was one thing, lying here quietly and cuddling was something totally different. She could get used to this feeling of belonging.

  She needed to get up and clean herself, but all her limbs felt liquid. If she tried to stand, she'd probably fall flat on her ass.

  “I'll be right back,” Trev said, getting out of bed.

  She watched him walk toward the bathroom and admired his toned ass. Her skin where he had lain in front of her felt exponentially cold. She immediately missed his presence. Lawrence must have felt her shiver because he pulled the blanket up over them.

  Trevor came back minutes later, carrying a warm washcloth.

  “Thought you might like to wash up,” Trevor said, resting the soft material on her mound.

  Lily sighed in pleasure. Gorgeous, kind and conside
rate. How did she luck out?

  Chapter Thirty

  Lawrence

  “There's something we need to do,” Lily said.

  Both Trev and Law looked at her expectedly.

  “And no, it doesn't entail any further sexcapades at the moment,” she laughed anew. “We need to rescue my mother. I can't take knowing that she's out there, suffering, especially with me being so happy.”

  Lawrence took in her serious countenance. With the short, but intense, time that he'd known Lily, he knew that the look meant business. “How do your powers feel?”

  She looked like she was flexing the muscles of her mind, and the lights in the room dimmed ever so slightly and then simply turned off. No crackling of explosive energy, and definitely no shattering glass.

  The hair on Law's body stood at attention as if a magnetic current whipped around him. Then, just as quickly, the lights turned back on.

  “Powers feel pretty good,” Lily said, with a smirk. “Full control, and that son-of-a-bitch demon isn't going to know what hit him.”

  “What if she doesn't want to leave?” Trevor interrupted the conversation, acting as the voice of reason, although he was the youngest of the three. “Didn't you say, Lily, that you tried to get her to escape, but that it seemed like she had made her choice in staying with Ari?”

  “I'm not sure if it's like that,” Lily said. “She might have been protecting me, or maybe she really does want to stay in the underworld for eternity. Either way, I have to try. I can't be happy until I know that she's safe.”

  Lawrence considered their choices. There was no way he could keep Lily from doing what she wanted. He didn't possess that type of power over her, either physically or mentally. And as she'd said, what was her choice?

  For a brief time it seemed that all had come together, and their lives were finally feeling settled, but if there was one thing he'd learned in all of his time on earth it was that nothing ever remained stagnant. Even the dankest pool of water shimmered in a fall breeze, or when a mosquito graced its surface, sending rhythms of change.

  In the moonlight, tears glistened on Lily's beautiful face. Law ran his fingertip down her cheek, to catch one and he kissed it off his finger. And then he kissed her cheek.

  “If you must return, then we're going with you,” Lawrence said. Immediately she started to shake her head no, and opened her mouth to start to argue. Lawrence stopped her by pressing his finger against her lips. “There's no sense in arguing. It's an argument that you won't win.”

  “He's right, you know,” Trevor said, “Now that we've found you, we're not about to risk losing you.”

  Lily's chin trembled as if she was going to start crying all over again, and then she pulled it all together, composed. “If we're doing this, then we need to do it right and make a plan. And I think we're going to need to go visit that Voodoo priestess one more time,” she said, directing the comment specifically at Lawrence, or so it felt. “She was there when I came out of the tunnels, and she seems to know more about this situation than we do. As they say, ‘Knowledge is power.’”

  “And you've certainly got your powers,” Trevor teased.

  Lawrence's insides clenched up in anticipation of the coming events. He knew what Lily said was true: they should go see Madame Teresa. If Lily was going to face her demon, literally, then it was about time Lawrence faced his own. He'd let Trevor think that Lawrence had no idea what Madame Teresa could possibly want from him, but he had an inkling.

  Lily's movements distracted him. While thinking of the past, there was nothing like the action of the present to bring him back to reality. Lawrence watched Lily as she slipped on her bra and panties. They'd have to figure out all the mundane details of their relationship, such as where she kept her clothes. It seemed like such a shame to hide that beautiful body behind constricting garments. First, though, they had to make sure that they had a future.

  “One more thing we haven't discussed: If we take away the demon's playmate, he's going to be pissed,” Law said, “and he'll probably come after us even harder.”

  “Well, then we'd better be ready for him,” Trevor said. “Either way, it doesn't feel over. He still wants Lily.”

  * * * *

  What does one wear for a demon hunt and rescue? Well, after being in the depths of the underground in nothing but a torn nightgown, Lily decided that she better don something durable and warm: black leather pants and a hot pink neoprene shirt so tight, no one would be able to grab any extra material and hold her. Finally a pair of malleable black leather boots, with a traction bottom. No running in high heels in the face of danger for her. And fuck being caught barefoot again.

  “Bright enough?” Trev commented, taking in her borderline florescent T.

  With a shrug of her shoulders, Lily said, “Figured it's so dark down there, I wanted you both to see me.”

  Trevor had chosen to wear head-to-toe black with a waffle-textured sweatshirt and dark jeans. “Would never happen,” Trev said.

  Lawrence rounded out their threesome. The vampire had snuck out for a refreshing treat—no sense draining either herself or Trev right before the battle—and then dressed in charcoal gray. Over his shoulder he carried an oversized battle-ax. The light glinted off the blade, casting an eerie reflection of their surroundings.

  Lily looked at the medieval weapon with a mixture of awe and fear.

  “There's no way you can bring that with us, is there?” she asked. “We can't walk through the streets with a humongous ax?”

  “Why not?” Law said. “People kind of mind their own business when they're in the French Quarter. Unless we do something to directly jeopardize them, or their drinking capabilities, we should be good to go. Plus, I already came up against this demon once and that didn't go so well. I died. I'm not making that same mistake again.”

  Lily didn't feel “good to go,” but she was glad that outwardly at least one of them felt so. Maybe she should carry some type of weapon, too. Wait. She already was—her powers.

  Simmering beneath the surface of reality, Lily tapped into the energy that surrounded all of them. The fire of the lifeforce. The power swelled through her body. She didn't need anything else. She was ready.

  “Let's go,” she said.

  Outside, the three of them walked toward the heart of the French Quarter—Bourbon Street. Now that she'd become accustomed to the city, Lily would have to take some time to explore the true nightlife here. There would be plenty of time for that. A pleasant silence settled among them, and she listened to their footsteps. She was happy to see that Lawrence had wisely chosen to sheath his weapon. Although it was only a few days past Halloween, she figured they'd run into trouble with the whole “costume” excuse.

  Rather than going around the chaos, something steered them to walk down Bourbon Street itself. A tangible excitement pulsed from the mass of humanity. Scantily clad women called to passersby from the darkened doorways of clubs. A couple carrying florescent green “Hand Grenades,” a blended drink as dangerous as its name sounded, cut in front of them, and Trevor braced Lily's elbow as she stumbled to a stop. Between her two lovers, a sense of safety enveloped her. Music vibrated through the air, assaulting the senses from each restaurant, each bar, each establishment they passed. And, yet, Lily drank it all in.

  The city. The life. This place had become her life, so quickly.

  All too soon, they arrived at Madame Teresa's voodoo shop. Tonight, they entered through the front of the store, walking through the trinkets and packaged potions. Surprisingly, the store's namesake stood behind the main counter. When they walked in, she picked up a bag from the counter and walked toward them.

  “Bout time you three showed up,” she said. “I've been waiting for you.”

  * * * *

  The petite woman swung the bag's strap over her shoulder and moved to walk past them. Lawrence put his arm out to stop her. She glanced up at him, not giving anything away in her expression.

  “You're lo
oking quite a sight better than the last time I saw you,” she said, with a slight smile. She then gave each one of them the once-over. “You're all looking much better. Fine, healthy and glowing with physical love.”

  Lily's cheeks blushed a bright red and Teresa's gaze settled on her. “And your powers, my dear, are magnificent.”

  How could she possibly know as much as she does? Lily wondered. Even with her own limited reading and prophetic abilities, she didn't catch half as much as Madame Teresa did. “Thank you,” Lily said.

  “We have unfinished business,” Lawrence said, his voice taking on a deep resonance. “You forced Trevor to promise a favor from me, and I want to know what it is.”

  “Is that a question?” Teresa asked, in a mocking tone, “or an order?”

  “Whatever you want to take it as. This ‘favor’ was granted without my consent and I deserve to know the terms,” Lawrence continued.

  From behind the counter, Lily caught sight of a few other store workers, ones that resembled bodyguards more than salesclerks, tensing up. Lawrence's voice held more than an edge of threat, and they had obviously heard it. Teresa nodded to them, and the tension let up.

  “Very well,” she said. “If you insist, let's get this out of the way before we go rescue Lily's mother. She doesn't have much more time left. As it is, the demon is extremely agitated about Lily's escape.”

  “Before you ask, I won't turn you into a vampire.”

  The priestess met Lawrence's statement with silence, and then she laughed—a screech more aptly described as a cackle. A few nearby tourists turned toward the sound, and seeing their foursome quickly decided to move on down the street.

  “What makes you think that I'd want to become a blood-sucking fiend like you?” she asked.

  “Isn't that what you want?” Lawrence asked, halting his movement and fixing her with his glare. “That's what most people request.”

  “I'm not most people, and I have no desire to become a vampire. I want to know Marie Laveau's final resting place, and then I want her bones.”

  The vampire reeled back, lips curled up and his teeth extended. “Why would you want to know that?” he asked.