by Marcel, Zoey
Her head went back and the tiny scream strangled in her throat as her body convulsed against the curvy woman. Hilary grunted at the way her vagina sucked her tit as if milking it. Callie rolled off her, trembling and shivering in the aftermath.
Hilary’s lips met with hers and they shared their first kiss together. The slow union was warm and delicate as their tongues tangled and twisted in a steady seduction of the senses. Callie melted into her, discovering the fragile, intoxicating rapture of knowing another woman intimately.
Hilary gave her a loving smile as she brushed the hair out of her face. She glanced over her shoulder at Cameron. “And now it’s your turn.”
* * * *
Cameron’s erection leaped to attention as Hilary approached. Seeing both women completely naked for the first time had been beyond paradise and the raunchy show they just put on for him nearly sent him over a few times. She removed the penis gag, thankfully, and untied him.
“Get on the bed. I’m going to give you the penetration you’ve been yearning for.”
“All right!” Cameron hopped onto the bed, feeling giddy.
Hilary flashed him an evil smile as she pulled out what looked to be a strap-on dildo. “I meant I’m going to penetrate you.”
“Ah, hell no!”
“Aye, now get on all fours like a dog.”
He groaned and obeyed. “This is so freaking gay.”
“I’m glad you are excited about it.”
“What? I meant homo, not happy.”
“Oh, you mean as in men having relations with each other.” Hilary said “Do you suppose having a phallus up your ass will make you come as hard as you did with your manhood up a sheep’s ass?”
He glared at her taunting expression, finding the way she winked at him afterward to be completely irresistible.
Callie sat in the chair now, looking mortified before it finally hit her. “You’re talking about that blow-up sheep, right?”
“Aye, you don’t really think our man puppy fancies real flocks of them, do you?”
She blushed. “Well, no. It just sounded weird.”
“Prepare his anus for me.”
Cameron moaned at the feel of Callie’s digits slipping and sliding in and out of his anus as she slicked him with lubricant for the humiliating penetration.
“You have a cute butt, Cameron.”
“Thanks. You’ve got good hands.”
“Stand aside while I debase the knave,” Hilary ordered, climbing onto the bed behind him once Callie moved. “Are you prepared to lose your anal virginity to a stiff, eager cock?”
“Not really.”
“Then let us begin.”
He snickered. “I can see that question was rhetorical. Oh boy.”
He stiffened when she split his butt cheeks and aligned the phallus to his hole.
“Relax and this shouldn’t be so bad.”
Cameron tried to relax, but his jaw tightened in pain as the dildo penetrated his virgin anus. This woman was into some weird shit, but if she came around to loving him in the end it would be totally worth it. “Well, this is a picnic.”
“Aye, ’tis a feast for your rear. Eat up, pet.”
He shook his head with a smile, trying to adjust to the foreign object fishing around in his rectum. His mouth dropped open when the tip nudged something buried deep inside of him. “Oh, geez, what is that?”
“Your golden nugget.”
He smirked. “Put it in terms we normal people would understand.”
“Your prostate, lad. It’s going to make you come so hard for this cock, but you still know a woman is ravishing you. That isn’t very humiliating for you.”
“Oh, I’m humiliated.” He groaned when she started to thrust slowly.
“Whose voice should I imitate? Callie, which of his man friends is he the closest with?”
“Dexter.”
“Is that the book- and computer-oriented one?”
“Yeah, he’s a nerd,” Cameron admitted, “but he’s cool. He’s actually a beaver shifter.”
“Oh, Cameron, your ass feels so good wrapped around my stiff cock.”
He froze. Hilary’s voice sounded identical to Dexter’s now. The bitch was imitating his best friend’s voice. He would kill her. “Shit, don’t do that. It’s messed up.”
Concentrating proved difficult with the way she pistoned in his hole.
“Oh my gosh, you sounded like him,” Callie exclaimed.
Hilary continued in that same masculine timbre. “Oh, Cameron, I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re all I think about. Your scent drives me crazy. You’re my mate.”
“You bitch,” he growled as sweat trickled down him. Half of him wanted to kill her for this and the other half couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have Hilary’s mammoth breasts rubbing against his back while she took him.
“I’m going to make man sex with you in my dam every night and I’m going to bite you with my buck teeth and claim you as my beaver mate.”
Cameron became more irritated and even more aroused when Hilary bit the flesh of his shoulder with her teeth. The nipping and pinching made him hornier.
“I’m going to spank your bottom with my flat tail.”
He yelped when she whacked him with some sort of paddle. Then he recalled the wooden spoon she brought in earlier.
Callie giggled. “As entertaining as this is, you should really let him finish to the sound of your own voice. That’s what he’s been waiting for.”
Good, sweet Callie. He’d have to give her a big thank-you kiss later.
Hilary quit imitating Dexter and resumed her normal voice, thank god. “Very well, you may ejaculate to the melodious sound of my voice.”
Her hand stroking his dick and the feel of her driving into him faster and harder made him lose it. His ass clamped down on the dildo as he came, jerking and shuddering with pleasure beneath the hot woman using him. He shot his cum all over her comforter, turned on by the idea of spraying his seed on the bed she slept in. He imagined it was her body receiving his fluid.
She eased out of him and wiped up the mess while he lay there trying to catch his breath and watched her. Her eyes met his and she smiled. The caring gesture renewed his hope. At long last he had a breakthrough.
Chapter Seven:
Nex
Hilary told Cameron he could sleep with Callie that night instead of in his cage. He seemed overjoyed. Hilary set her alarm for an hour before dawn and got up while the other two were still sleeping. She brushed her teeth and got ready as quietly as possible before sneaking out of the apartment.
Dakarai let her into the club through the back door. She had never been inside before, but the place looked enormous and empty without a crowd of deviants filling it up. The dim candlelight flickering from the holders on the bar and one of the tables cast eerie shadows against the walls that made objects appear larger than they really were, and they flickered as though life had suddenly been breathed into them during this godless hour.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he told her while he mixed a concoction in the corner. She sat on a barstool and watched him pull a jar of water out containing the blue crystal he’d purchased from her earlier. The color shimmered like a lighter version of a sapphire in the dim lighting. “Do you have any peculiar habits I should know about such as sleepwalking or sleep apnea?”
“No.”
Dakarai poured some of the water into a martini glass and returned the jar to the cupboard. He picked up a wooden mortar and pestle and finished grinding something that looked like chamomile. Once it was crushed to the consistency of powder, he added it to the glass and carefully stirred it together.
He glanced up at her. “You haven’t asked me any questions about what I’m doing. Do you know this spell?”
“No, but I know what blue crystals and chamomile do.” She became intrigued when he sprinkled what looked like turquoise glitter into the water. She hadn’t seen him grab it. It almost looked like it came f
rom his fingertips. “What is that?”
“Dreamscape dust. This will put you into a deep sleep.”
“The blue crystals and chamomile will be enough for that.”
“True, but the dust adds a hypnotic effect that will keep you subconsciously aware of the fantasy of the dream but prohibit you from waking up until I’m ready for you to do so.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Do you use this on people whose dreams you feed off of?”
His lips twitched into a dark, subtle smile as he poured the contents into a metal mixer and shook the concoction up. “It can be used for that. Depending on the dose, it can make the victim completely obedient to the vampire’s will. In some cases, the person can become so lost in the dream that has been created for them, they become stuck in it and believe it to be reality while the vampire feeds off the life force of their visions and uses the sleeper for whatever other needs arise.”
Hilary glowered at him when he poured the blue drink back into the martini glass and set it before her. “How much of a dose did you give me?”
“Only the amount that was required.”
“For what I asked or to make me a lifelong snack for you?”
Dakarai smiled. “For what you asked. Now drink.”
The mixture looked like what Callie had once called Kool-Aid and smelled of delicate, nocturnal flowers. “Is there jasmine in this?”
“The dust I put in there is jasmine scented. I gave you a small dose, so your dreams shouldn’t be very sexual in nature.”
She gave him a warning look. “They best not be.”
The fluid tasted mild, like watered-down chamomile and berries with the scent of jasmine. Once she finished, he rinsed the glass out for her.
“I put a blanket out for you on that table over there. Lie down on it before you pass out.”
Hilary felt groggy as she made her way over to the table and climbed onto it atop the blanket. Her vision became foggy and she yawned as Dakarai came over. “Did you drink some of that crystal water earlier for protection?”
“No. I will be invisible in the dream. If Nex does come to you, he won’t see me. You are aware I’m hungry and you have made yourself the perfect food source?”
“I’m not a fool, Dakarai. I knew you would feed off my dream. I don’t mind as long as you help me and don’t keep me asleep any longer than it takes to find out if Nex is behind these nightmares.”
“Agreed. Sleep now.”
Her eyes closed and darkness set in.
Hilary suddenly stood in the coffee shop waiting in line. Well, this would be a delicious dream. The customer in front of her moved and she stepped up to the counter.
“What will you have, hon?” the barista asked.
“A white Andes.”
“We call that the white tiger now.”
That was odd. “Okay, I’ll get that.”
She flashed her a grin that revealed enormous canines and her eyes flashed amber for a moment before they turned brown again. Hilary backed away nervously.
“Don’t forget your coffee, hon.”
That was the quickest service ever. She took the paper cup and noticed the frothy milk had a creamy tiger shape floating on top.
“Nex!” the barista called out.
Hilary panicked. “What?”
“I said next, hon.”
Hilary realized she hadn’t paid yet and the woman never asked for money. She looked in her pocket but only had a large coin with a tiger engraved on it rather than a president. She set it on the counter for the woman, noticing a few of the customers had tiger tails swinging rhythmically from their pants.
The scene changed and she stood outside on the wooden planks that served as the sidewalk in town.
“Hilary! Look what I bought!” Callie waved at her excitedly from amidst the crowd. Her voice sounded more distant than it should have from where she stood and seemed to echo for some reason.
The sound of druid drums beat steady and haunting, as if summoning something from the underworld. How odd to hear such rhythm in her dreams. She heard a growl and in another part of her mind saw a large, orange Bengal tiger charging down the boardwalk toward Callie, who seemed oblivious.
“Callie, get back!” Hilary ran toward her, but her shouts came out in a whisper and the drums beat louder. Her heartbeat joined their damning tune.
Callie pulled out a tiny thong and shook it in the air like a tambourine for her to see. “Woo!”
The tiger ran faster, passing through the unaware crowd as if he were a ghost. He knocked Callie to the ground and ate her.
“No!” Hilary screamed but someone yanked her back.
“Stop thinking about the people you love and focus.” The person looked like Cameron, but the voice belonged to Dakarai. He wore a white jasmine flower in his lapel.
“It’s him, isn’t it?”
“Yes, he is in your head. You must endeavor to control your dream or he will terrorize you and glean valuable information to use against you. Do not permit him any spells or the identities of those you hold dear.”
“How come I can smell that jasmine?”
“The dust heightens your senses but dulls your ability to fight.”
“You bastard, how can I fight when you have dulled my strength?”
“Use your mind to combat him, not your strength. He is in your head. Now get into his.”
He disappeared and with him the entire scenario. The setting changed and she was in a castle alone with Cameron. This time the voice was his and he wore no jasmine in his lapel, so she knew it wasn’t Dakarai, only a figment of her imagination. He wore only a white loincloth and her attire had changed to a lacy, black bra and panties. Why were they in a castle?
“Where’s Callie?”
“Who?”
“Callie, our friend.”
“Oh, her, she’s sleeping.”
“Nex ate her.”
Cameron looked at her skeptically. “What are you talking about? She’s fine. Was this your idea?”
She noticed his smile as he looked down at his loincloth and nodded at her lingerie. “It would be nice, but you can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”
He approached her slowly. “Why not?”
“I can’t tell you. You have to leave before he comes.”
“Before who comes?” He trailed his fingers down her tummy and kissed her neck. “I think this is what you wanted to happen. That’s why we’re here alone in this room.”
“We’re just friends. Now get out of here before he comes.” She looked at the door nervously, but no one came. Perhaps Nex hadn’t caught up with her mind yet.
Cameron laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. “I think we’re more than friends. You’re breathing too heavily and trembling too badly for our relationship to be platonic.”
“Cameron, you don’t understand. He’s going to come and hurt you.”
“Shh.” He smoothed his hands over her arms, pressing his body into hers.
Her senses were far too heightened for a regular dream. This felt almost as good as reality. “Oh god, Cameron, don’t.”
“We’re lovers,” he whispered against her lips, “admit it.”
“Cameron…” Memories of him resurfaced and her heart welled with joy at his nearness.
“I already know, Hilary. I know how you feel about me. You can’t hide it from me. Say it. Say what’s really inside of you or I’m going to leave and go sleep with another woman like Clyde did.”
Her eyes burned. “Don’t! I love you. I’m only trying to protect you.”
He smiled darkly. “I know that, lass.”
Cameron changed into Nex just as he plunged a dagger into her. She screamed, silently cursing Dakarai for adding the senses-enhancing powder. She heard the vampire in the background calling for her to wake up.
Nex’s greenish-gray eyes turned amber and he lapped up her blood, purring when it hit his tongue. Hilary tried desperately to wake up, but she couldn’t.
“Wake up!” the echo of Dakarai’s voice commanded her.
“I can’t,” she whimpered.
Nex leaned over her, placing his palm around the handle of the dagger and knelt beside her ear. He whispered in Gaelic to her, but she knew damned well what he said. “Leave town at dawn. Tell no one of this or I will kill Cameron and Callie. Once you are far away, I will rendezvous with you and execute my vengeance. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded, lips trembling as she fought back the tears of pain and fear.
His smile turned evil. “Good girl, lass. Hell has been waiting for your return and so have I.”
She let out a bloodcurdling scream when he yanked the dagger out of her. The scenery blurred followed by seconds of darkness before her eyes fluttered open and she flew awake.
Dakarai placed his hand against her belly to keep her from flying off the table. “I thought you were lost for good.”
Hilary heaved and panted, wiping the moisture from her face. “I knew it was a dream, but everything felt so real.”
“I’m sorry. These are not meaningless nightmares you’ve been having. Nex haunts your dreams with his mind. The magnitude of his power in them suggests that he is very close by. At the very least he is here in Wyoming, but possibly he is in this very town.”
She shivered. “Thank you for your help.”
“That last part he spoke to you in what sounded like Gaelic. I’m not familiar with that language. What did he say?”
She shuddered in horror at the memory. “He was merely taunting me, asking me if the knife felt good sticking out of my stomach.”
Dakarai looked convinced but then puzzled. “Then why did you n—”
“Let me go!”
They looked over to see a dangerous-looking man dragging Cameron in by his shirt while he struggled.
“What have you got there, Joaquin?” Dakarai asked.
“I found him prowling around outside and decided to make him my dinner.” Joaquin growled and slammed Cameron up against the wall.
“Don’t, please! He’s my friend!” Hilary yelled, running toward them, but Dakarai held her back.
“Friends are subjective and replaceable,” Joaquin sneered as his fangs lowered.