Kougar, Savanna - Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Savanna Kougar

Perhaps our miracle is manifesting. Shall I tend to the Twilight Mirage?

  Accomplished. Zol paused. Do the honors of laying out our purchases, brother. I shall enjoy our Kandy’s surprise later.

  Are you certain…

  Indeed, Zol interrupted. Mario and Lotharia have sent images.

  Hope flamed high in Zin as he stepped into the dressing room. Immediately, a faintly pinkish, crystalline glow bathed the partially furnished room that had been decorated in shades of ivory, peach, and gold.

  Zin appreciated the thick carpet, the color of peach blush, as he moved toward the vanity. An elaborate styling of antique French Provincial, the vanity and two matching chaise lounges sat close to the far wall.

  Knowing which package contained the cosmetics, Zin opened it first. One by one, he arranged the cases, the jars, and wands of mascara. Catching a glimpse of himself in the vanity’s mirror, he barked a laugh at the picture he made.

  Next, Zin reached for their jewelry purchases. Glad Rhetta had thought to place the necklace, bracelet, rings and earrings in velvet boxes, he gazed at each one for long moments. Using his aesthetic sensibility, he arranged the opened boxes on the other side of the vanity.

  Radiant inside at being able to take care of his witch, Zin set the glitter nail polish, then three otherworldly bottles of perfume on the vanity. Unlike modern-day perfumes, they were composed of essential oils, moon magick, and crafted by those who knew the ancient formulas.

  Zin reached inside the largest package, and withdrew the black velvet witch’s hat with the adorably tilted point on top. Pleased, he grinned like a pup as he placed it on one of the chaise lounges.

  Next, he found the black silk pantyhose, similar to what their Kandy Apple had been wearing when she’d slid down the banister, her lust-provoking ass on display. With that scene playing in his mind, Zin felt his cock lengthen and throb to life.

  He growled low in his throat. The carnal sound vibrated through him, both pleasure and pain, as he opened the final package.

  Still rumbling, Zin lifted out a cape similar in design to his, yet floor length and metallically embossed with the ephemeral outline of stars and the crescent moon. He draped it beside the hat.

  Lastly, he pulled out a shoebox and opened it. He and Zol had chosen a dainty version of pointed-toe witch shoes. He would have to thank Rhetta later for adding the Celtic knot silver buckles.

  Taking a few steps back, Zin surveyed his handiwork, then telepathed what he viewed to Zol.

  For our Kandy Apple, they thought as one.

  Brush, comb? Zol asked.

  I shall fetch them now. Zin scooped up the packaging.

  Eureka!

  Zin halted in his tracks. Not our nearby town, I assume.

  We have struck gold. Or, silver in this case, brother. The gown Mario and Lothario have found is splendidly superb. Black with silver threading, and a lacy rhinestone pattern on the bodice.

  How soon are they able to send it?

  Dimensional delivery, Lothario is saying, will be in approximately ten minutes.

  Of course, we will return their great favor.

  We will. Ending contact, brother. I must concentrate.

  With what felt like wings on his feet, Zin moved toward their witch’s lounge. After depositing the packaging in a bin, he quickly collected the hair brushes and combs from the drawers.

  Wham! A psi-knowing struck him like a blow to the back of his head. Zin mind-searched for the shadow being inside his Kandy’s in-town apartment.

  Finding it with his supernatural sight, he dropped the brushes and combs. Ready to hunt it down, he followed the shadow’s movements through each room as it investigated.

  However, he witnessed no other act of sorcery. No damaging spell had been cast. Zin soon realized another witch had sent her shadow. An Enduoir witch—he recognized the signature frequency.

  But who? It wasn’t his Kandy Apple’s mother.

  Chapter Forty-Two:

  We Have Amorous Intentions

  The bridge is being built…

  Kandace was aware she dreamed. Suddenly standing inside a gray-mist room that resembled her apartment, she saw a shadow figure of a woman.

  The bridge is being built, the shadow woman uttered again, her tone compelling.

  Even as she repeated her words, Kandace reached for her. She tried hard to move toward her, but some invisible force restrained her.

  No matter how much she strained, Kandace couldn’t cross the room. Nor could she seem to speak.

  What bridge? she tried to mouth.

  Remember. The bridge is being built… The shadow woman became more transparent and faded away completely.

  Kandace screamed inside her mind, wanting to communicate. Yet something kept her mute.

  Remember.

  Before she knew it, Kandace emerged from the dream. Blinking, nearly awake, she instinctively clenched the satin sheet. Awareness seeped into her brain. Still, to make certain, she telepathed, Zol, Zin.

  Her hellhounds didn’t respond. Even so, Kandace sensed their presence, and intuitively knew Zin and Zol were okay.

  Languidly, she moved on the warm silkiness of the sheets—on the all too luxurious bed. As she inhaled the canine stud smell of her hellhounds, her lips curved in a smile.

  Stretching and rolling, she looked for Vresc. Met by the guaruvyr’s magnificently furry face, she whispered, “Trippy eyes, winged kitty kat.”

  Vresc purred, a singsong sound. Simultaneously, she mind-heard, Darling, we shall be at your side soon. Your gown is being delivered.

  Delivered. How?

  By a dimensional wave pocket, Zin answered.

  Through the membrane between Earth and what is sometimes called heaven, Zol added.

  My so amazing hellhound heroes.

  Just before they ended contact, Kandace felt Zin and Zol’s pleased vibes at her words, plus their desire to surprise her.

  She stroked the top of Vresc’s head. “There are rewards for being a good witch. You. My hellhounds. A gown. With evil darkening the world, I am so grateful.”

  Kandace sighed, knowing so-called Armageddon was just around the corner. Evil never went down without a nasty, knock-down, drag-out fight—to put it mildly.

  “You,” she repeated to Vresc, then cooed, “You are irresistible.”

  As the thought entered her head, she voiced it, “Okay, how are you going to be my guardian at the party tonight? You don’t look like any Earth kitty.”

  “Meowsssh. I will be invisible.” Vresc placed one paw on the edge of the bed, demonstrating his ability.

  Curious, Kandace rubbed her palm over his invisible paw. “You didn’t phase to an incorporeal form.”

  “I am able to phase. This is more practical. I will be able to change, protect you faster.”

  On impulse Kandace touched her nose to her guardian’s dark gray cat nose. For instants, they lightly pressed, and the sweetness of it squeezed Kandace’s heart.

  “Not enough of this, is there, in this world?” She grinned at Vresc’s befuddled expression. “Oh, that’s right you don’t know that much about life here.”

  After caressing his cheek, Kandace tugged his velvety-soft fur, as if she tweaked his cheek.

  “It just seems like so much of the real sweetness I grew up with has been lost. It’s different now. Hard-edged and mean, despite all the gooey niceness, the saccharine smiles you see.” Wistfully, she asked, “I wonder if it’s the same way on Enduoir?”

  Vresc coiled the tip of his tail around her wrist, his affection obvious. Then, with a purr, he unwound his tail. “I will wait for you,” he rumbled.

  With a lithe spin on his hind paws, he trotted from her. Looking up, Kandace realized why.

  From the far archway, Zol and Zin entered. Even though, their matching stride was casual and suave, they strode toward her with an intensity that made Kandace shiver inside, and feel like a total woman.

  She had little time to marvel at this new sense of herself. Thei
r smoldering gazes preyed on her, while their volatile lust captured her body and soul.

  As never before, Kandace turned molten with need. She slinked toward them like a cat, her fists sinking into the bed.

  “Just what are your intentions, playhounds?” Her own throaty voice caused Kandace to feel ultra hot.

  “Darling, we have amorous intentions.”

  Zin and Zol’s raspy tone sensitized her even more, especially her breasts, as if they already caressed her. Halting in tandem, they shed their smoking jackets, letting them pool on the carpet.

  “What debonair hotness.” Kandace savored their bodies, every hunky elegant inch she could see.

  As they sauntered closer, her gaze fastened on the high salute of their dusky-colored cocks. “Ooooh, talk about animal magnetism. Zol, Zin…I’m feeling very magnetized.”

  Yet, even with the sleekly muscled beauty of their physiques, it was Zin and Zol’s black-burning gazes that held Kandace in thrall.

  To be this desired by one man, let alone two, made her breath rush in and out, made her pulse thrum at superspeed. She quivered, a heady heat possessing her. “Definitely incendiary…as I said.”

  “Kandy love.”

  Zol slipped his hand over the length of her hair, and it felt as though he blazed each tendril to life. As she rose upward, he sank his fingers into her mane.

  Seizing, he pulled. His seductive handling of her caused Kandace to gasp with pleasure. Their gazes raged into each other an instant before he trapped her parted lips.

  With a dominance that excited her, he plundered her mouth. All the while, Zol pressed her backward until she flattened on the bed.

  Her arms wound around his neck, and Kandace met his ravenous kisses with her own. Within moments, she felt Zin passionately claim her thighs between his warm palms.

  He caressed downward, over her knees and down her legs. His sensual deliberate touch, in concert with Zol’s pillaging kiss, ignited her to fever hot.

  Kandace thrust her tongue, wilder than a she-cat in heat. The demanding strike of Zol’s tongue met hers. A tender battle ensued as their tongues twisted around each other, but quickly escalated into a frenzy.

  Zin slowly pressed his thumbs along her arches, and Kandace moaned. The vibration added an erotically delicious sensation as her tongue salsa danced with Zol’s.

  Not relinquishing his firm grip on her hair, Zol slid his arm beneath her. Lifting her so she was flush against him, he lowered them to the bed. Smooth as sin, he flipped on his back, placing her on top of him.

  Un-fusing their mouths, he stripped off her T-shirt with a seductive grace that had Kandace shuddering in appreciation.

  “Zol, you undo me,” she whispered.

  Tightening his hold on her mane, he caught her mouth like a primitive and kissed her fiercely. Kandace ravished him with her lips, her hedonistic side taking over.

  When his tongue tangled with hers again, sliding strokes, she undulated against his cock and tempted him with the frantic rhythm of her tongue.

  Seizing Zol’s hips with her thighs, Kandace shoved her pussy slit against his shaft. Their tongues twined with a new fury, and she dived her fingers into the sexy feast that was Zol’s hair.

  In the throes of lust, Kandace felt Zin’s weight on the bed. She heard his movements and knew he straddled Zol’s legs. When he positioned himself behind her, she swore the heat of his cock’s head singed her sex folds.

  Just the thought of what Zin might do, was about to do, sweltered Kandace unbearably. She rocked her slick seam on Zol’s monolithic shaft. Captured by their passion, their lips, teeth, and tongues made crazy love to each other.

  Zin swept his hands over her back and ass. His exquisite but possessive touch triggered her feminine core, and Kandace felt desperate for his cock’s lunging penetration.

  With her mouth belonging to Zol, she couldn’t speak her desire. Instead, Kandace arched her pussy as high as she could. Her clit throbbed a complaint at being ignored.

  That is, until she heard Zin’s animalistic growl. Her sex juices dripped faster, and her mound pulsed, craving his attention. Still, Zol’s tongue-torrid kisses drugged her, and Kandace couldn’t move.

  “Lickable.”

  Zin rasped the word so low she barely understood it. What Kandace did understand was his beastly strength as he clamped his hands around her thighs and lifted her ass higher.

  He nuzzled between her swollen folds, a blend of affection and lust. With the entire length and width of his tongue, Zin lapped from her clit to her sheath’s opening.

  Omygawd, more, Kandace sang to herself. A rage of bliss, of need coiled through her.

  She bit Zol’s bottom lip and tugged passionately. His lips nipped hers with an alpha dominance that made every particle of her sizzle.

  Their mouths and teeth danced to a fast but sultry beat, only enhancing their desire for each other. Kandace felt it as a woman, and through their mind connection.

  Goddess, she flamed out of control. Especially as Zin pressed nuzzles on her mound curls. Taking his time, he fondled the outer folds of her sex with his lips and nose.

  “Zol, Zin…my hellhounds,” she burst out, as Zol freed her mouth.

  With hungry enthusiasm, Zin licked every nook and cranny between her pussy lips. At each lap of his tongue, Kandace blazed with pleasure, wanting more. More!

  Soon, she keened cries of ecstasy. His deliberate ownership of her sex sent a tidal wave of pleasure through Kandace that bordered on pain.

  “Oh, yes, Zin,” she gurgled out.

  He continued his thorough carnal assault, sensitizing her feminine flesh with his large tongue. Kandace basked in the rapturous sensations consuming her whole.

  Indescribable was the only thing that entered her head. With her eyes clenched shut, she tightened her hold on Zol’s head, her fingers like claws.

  Concerned, she peeked to make certain she wasn’t hurting him. But a ferocious look of pleasure carved his handsome features.

  His gaze scorched her, and Kandace lost herself in the lava smolder of eyes. With a feral growl, Zol released her hair. He swept beautiful caresses along her sides.

  “Zol,” she breathed out.

  “Kandy Apple.” His hoarse voice was like a fiery arrow straight to her heart.

  As he stroked her, Zol brushed the sides of her breasts with his thumbs. Deliberately, he tantalized her with delicate notes of pleasure, a contrast to the arousal that burned her to white freaking hot.

  Zin buried his nose in her achy-needy folds, and Kandace whimpered, the sound fragile compared to the ecstasy zapping her pussy.

  Nuzzling her strongly, he pressed deep. The point of his tongue stroked her clit. Once.

  Stiffening, Kandace absorbed the sweet agony.

  “Oh, yes, that’s my sextacular hellbeasts.”

  Chapter Forty-Three:

  Carnally Selfish Hellbeasts

  Anticipation tore through Kandace as Zol seized her shoulders. He raised her so her nipples were thrust before his mouth, and she nearly screamed.

  Instead, she fisted his hair like a crazed cat. Latching on to her engorged nipple, Zol sucked vigorously, first one, then the other.

  Kandace mewed whimpers, lost to the onslaught of pleasure. Squeezing her eyelids tightly, she stabbed her nails into the roped muscles of his shoulders and clung.

  “Goddess. More…please.”

  Zol feasted, strongly pulling on each of her nipples in turn. Ecstasy stormed through Kandace, especially when Zin touched the point of his tongue to her clit.

  When she hummed a long moan, Zin flicked her pulsing flesh several times. He established a rapid rhythm, and suddenly a rushing river of pleasure paralyzed Kandace.

  She hit the edge of her orgasm. Yet the scream that originated from her throbbing mound never made it past her lips.

  Painful tingles hitched her clit, and she sailed above the pinnacle. The next thing she knew, Zol’s cock thrust against her sex, pushing against her opening.
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br />   Zol continued lapping her elongated nipples. His hands stroked over her upper arms, and he cradled her breasts. “Kandy, my witch.”

  The rough timbre of Zol’s voice steamed her wet nipples. Struck by new waves of bliss, Kandace squirmed on the crown of his cock. “Zol, hellbeast! Please.”

  His lunge inside her stunned her senses. Goddess, his Mt. Olympus sized shaft possessed her sheath, but only halfway. Still, the pleasure ripped at Kandace, leaving her breathless, mindless.

  Zin’s hands spanned her hips, surprising her. Slowly, he eased her downward, then pumped her up and down Zol’s cock.

  Allowing her pussy to adjust, Zin increased the speed with a mastery that absolutely did it for her. Excruciating rapture claimed her, and Kandace cried out, “Oh, own me.”

  Zin and Zol rumbled together, vibrating her flesh with their carnal growls. Intense wicked sensations turned her inside out, and heightened as Zol’s thumbpads tormented her rigid nipples.

  Kandace softly screamed and collapsed forward, grabbing hold of his forearms. All the while, Zin pistoned her on Zol’s beyond-large cock.

  At the endless torrent of pleasure, she whispered, “Zol, Zin.” Kandace had no idea if they heard her.

  She simply became aware when Zin clamped his hands around her hips, and lifted her. He positioned her pussy entrance on Zol’s cock head, then rasped, “Kandy Apple.”

  The scorching passion in his voice clenched her sex. At the same instant, Zin pressed her ass cheeks together, squeezing his twin’s crown.

  Zol barked a short sound of utter rapture, then cupped his palms over her breasts like a possessive god. He arched upward and gripped her tits, even as his cock’s head speared against her pussy opening. Her sensitized flesh became bliss.

  “Oh, Goddess,” she choked out.

  Aware Zin let go of her, Kandace felt his weight on the bed as he positioned himself beside them.

  Stroking his hands around her waist, Zol lifted her, and Kandace found herself beneath him.

  “Strong, so sexy beast strong,” she ecstatically murmured.

  “My witch.” Zol’s gaze burned her alive as he raised himself above her.

  Their gazes clung, and Kandace felt ravished, as if consumed by an ephemeral blaze. “Yes, your witch.”