Courts and Cabals 2

by G. S. D'Moore

  “Most supernaturals think of power all wrong,” she scoffed. “They think if they can hit hard enough then they’re an unstoppable force; or if they are tough enough, an immovable object,” there was disdain in her tone as she worked her way back up to my spine. I didn’t even notice the sheet was on the ground now.

  “Part of it is their short lifespans. Our realm is called the mortal realm for a reason. Somewhere in our magical lineage, species lost the ability to live forever. Only the ancients retain that skill,” she worked my neck and I groaned; completely transfixed on her hands and words. “On average, the species here are stronger, but what does it matter if they die off every few hundred years.”

  She lightly moved her fingernails back down my spine. It felt like raindrops hitting my flesh, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body. My cock gave an intrigued pulse.

  “That brings me to you,” she stated. I inhaled the spicey fragrance of the room as her hands massaged my bare ass. “Most beings are two dimensional; but not you, Cameron Dupree. You’re a Rubik’s Cube that only I know how to solve.”

  The fingers of her right hands stabbed into specific points of my ass one at a time. When her middle finger hit its point, and pulsed with power, my cock shot ramrod straight and smacked into the bottom of the table with a loud whack. The pain vanished as the fourth finger found its mystical pressure point.

  When all five fingers were in place I inhaled sharply. My head came out of the holster, my back arched, and my cock pulsed in tune with my frantic heartbeat. I couldn’t even breath; power, desire, pleasure, and pain rampaged through me.

  “There we go,” she whispered in my ear, and then pressed the palm of her hand to my ass.

  I came . . . hard. There was no fucking, sucking, hand job, or milking my prostate; she didn’t even touch my cock, but I was emptying my balls as my whole body spasmed in release. I didn’t see her move, but her hand was there. It brushed against my tip, eliciting a yelp of pleasure, as she made a cup of flesh to collect my seed. After an eternity, she removed her fingers and palm from my ass. My whole body sagged, completely exhausted into the table.

  I couldn’t even lift my head, as I breathed heavily into the mattress. “Did she just five-finger cum punch me?” my legs were still spasming from whatever the hell had just happened.

  “Absolutely exquisite,” she brought her hand to her mouth and lapped at it like a kitten at a milk bowl. She closed her eyes and reached between her legs with her free hand. She leaned against the table for support as her eyelids flickered. After a second, she gave a full-body shiver and open her eyes to bathe the room in ruby light.

  I might be able to put Lilith in a sex comma, but I barely slowed her mom down. Before I realized it, her hands were on me again.

  “You are so much more than you know,” her voice was sultry and deep. Fingers pressed into me at different locations and power flowed through me, around me, inside me. You name it, and it was happening.

  I actually felt my sagging cock reverse course, and my balls fill back up with semen. We weren’t even close to done yet.

  “Your problem is that you don’t know. You don’t understand how special you are,” hands roamed my body, and the touch of her hot flesh against me made me shiver with primal need. “Let me show you.”

  “Yeah,” I mumbled in my own little sex coma.

  I don’t know what she did next, but I suddenly felt a ball of power at my core. I could see the bright white star of Ser Fredrick’s gifts, seized by the principle of “keep what you kill” in the bleeding grounds of the Fae. It was connected to me, a part of me, but still somehow separate; there for me to draw on as I needed.

  “You can be strong and fast; work the gifts of the Fae to your advantage,” Venus whispered in my ear.

  I instinctually tried to open my eyes and turn my face to gaze upon her beauty. I failed, but I caught a glimpse of the floor. I saw her black shorts and white V-neck in a pile below me. Then I felt the table move as she climbed onto my back. The added weight and power she applied to specific parts of me drove me crazy.

  I tried to turn over so I could get my cock in her, or at least explore her wet pussy with my tongue, but she easily held me in place.

  “Peace,” the words turned my bones to Jell-O, well . . . all but one.

  The white-hot power of the Fae in me vanished as quickly as it had come. She worked me like an abacus; pushing and pulling, sometimes with a light touch, but others by pressing her hard nipples against my back, or sliding her strong thighs up my side. Time was inconsequential and I had no concept of it in the sex haze she put me under; but I felt every touch and caress.

  I don’t know how long it took, but eventually her movements grew hurried and harsh. She was searching for something, and she wasn’t finding it.

  “Where are you?” she growled, and I felt the power shake my bones. For the first time, she purposefully touched my cock.

  “Ah!” I cried as she rubbed her thumb over my damp, sensitive tip. Slowly, she gave it two strokes before letting it go.

  I must have made some pathetic noise of disappointment, because she made a shushing sound in my ear, and pressed a spot on my neck. I dissolved into nothingness again.

  When I came back to my senses, I was on my back. My cock pointed at Venus’s pussy like a hunting dog directing its master toward prey; but I was the prey. Venus stood over me and frowned. Her body glistened from the massage oil she’d rubbed all over me, and it made me groan with a deep-seated need. I couldn’t imagine how I ever thought Lilith had better curves. Venus’s perky tits, flat stomach, and shapely thighs were utter perfection.

  “Where are you?” she repeated, as she squatted down. For a moment, I thought she was going to drop down onto my waiting cock, but she straddled my quads instead.

  She drew her fingernails up my shaft the way someone idly twirls a pencil in thought. It was torture to me, but I couldn’t protest. She tapped her chin in time with my heartbeat.

  “Maybe?” she scooted forward, trailing a line of her juices up my chest, and came to sit just below my face.

  My tongue stretched out, but was too short. Instead of letting me eat her out, she grabbed my head in both her hands, and started running them through my hair. Pressure slowly started to build, and not in my cock. Venus knew she was onto something, and she moved closer. The tip of my tongue barely reached her clit, but I did what I could. Her chest started to heave; from my cunnilingus, or her effort, I wasn’t sure.

  “Yes!” her back arced, thrusting her pussy into my face, and a deep wave of power spread through me.

  With the power, I awakened. Fire flooded through my veins and into my muscles and bones. Lightning shot down my nerves, and memories surfaced.

  I was about to die on the bleeding grounds, the sword that would pierce my heart was inches from me, and the blue-eyed man’s words gave me the power to be victorious. I saw the same man, lingering in a janitor’s closet, as Lilith slammed my cock into the back of her throat. Lastly, I imagined myself at the precipice of a cliff, white waves in front of me, contemplating a choice.

  I moved. I picked Venus up off my face and threw her on her back. She opened her legs, ready and hungry, and I drove my cock balls deep into her. She moved her legs, so her calves rested on my shoulder, as I plowed into her. The fire and lightning built in my body, growing stronger with each thrust of my cock.

  “Yes, Cameron, yes!” she screamed in sheer ecstasy. Her mouth had gone a little slack, and her eyes were slightly rolled into the back of her head.

  I felt her walls tighten around me in her first orgasm, but I didn’t let up. The pressure inside me continued to build. She adjusted her legs mid-thrust; positioning her feet behind her own head in a display of flexibility that only drove me forward harder. My cock felt so huge, and the pressure built so much, I could swear I saw the outline of my tip poking up out of her abdomen as I stabbed into her with abandon.

  “Aah . . .” it was her turn to moan non
sensically as I felt my own orgasm building.

  All the fire and lightning rampaging through me was heading south, and it was going to burst forth in an explosion that would make Hiroshima look like a sparkler.

  “I’m . . .” I could barely form words as I felt it begin.

  Suddenly, Venus’s eyes snapped open, and she looked deep into my soul. “Cum inside me, Cameron. Give it all too me,” she commanded.

  “Ah!” I didn’t even respond, just gave three final thrusts and busted a nut of epic proportions deep inside her.

  “Yes!” she roared, a cross between human ecstasy and some long extinct creature of the Jurassic period.

  “Ugh . . . fuck,” I grunted as my balls continued to constrict and dump seed into her.

  Her legs flew from behind her own head to trap me and pull me closer. All the fire and lightning had exploded out of me and into her. I felt very-human weakness seeping into my body. My legs shook uncontrollably from where they were spread out behind me, and with my final thrust, the table had enough. Its back legs collapsed and we went tumbling onto the ground. She kept me held tight, milking every last drop out of me.

  When I was spent, she didn’t let up. My flaccid cock remained inside her as she breathed heavily and muttered something under her breath. I didn’t have the strength to move, much less pull out.

  “Good boy, Cameron,” she stroked my hair. “You don’t disappoint.”

  “Yeah,” I managed a weak smile. This was without a doubt the best sex I’d had, or would ever have. That was a sad thought.

  “Don’t worry,” she read my body more than my thoughts. “You will not remember this. You will remember a home-cooked meal and stirring conversation. Nothing more,” she continued to stroke my hair, but now she started applying pressure to specific places, and pushing power into them.

  “Wha . . .” my vision started to narrow, and darkness pressed in all around me.

  “Sleep now, sweet prince,” she kissed me on the forehead, and I faded away.

  Chapter 11

  Aveena exhaled as she rolled her eyes in the elevator’s mirror. “Everything in this fucking town has mirrors,” she whispered to herself.

  She found everything in Las Vegas to be an experiment in venality. Every man needed to have a chiseled jaw, sculpted physique, and perfectly coiffed hair. And the women . . . she felt sorry for the mortals that had to strut around this town on six-inch heels, in a size zero, a miniskirt with no maneuverability, perky tits, and a smile. None of it was real.

  She could feel the toll it had taken on the natives. The same thing happened when you smiled for so long that your jaw ached. The entire town felt like that; a forced smile for everyone from the uber rich to the midwestern couples here to see Celine. Everything was an act to keep the blood of the city flowing: money.

  She had to admit, they were damn good at it, and it played into her mission. She needed people that could only operate in Sin City without drawing a second look.

  The person that stared back at her from the mirror wasn’t the Aveena Foxbelle on her UN ID. The woman in the mirror – and it was a woman, not a girl – was slender and half a foot taller than Aveena. Her strawberry blonde hair came down to her shoulders in curls, and her face was cute as a button; not the high cheekbones and regal nose of the Fae that attended St. Vincent’s Academy. She was wearing a little black cocktail dress, but none of her assets were as pronounced as before. It was always easier to reallocate mass than create it from nothing. The only thing that hadn’t changed were her eyes. Stone, cold gray stared back at her just before the doors slid open.

  A fit man in casual attire sat in the small lounge with a magazine in his hand. It allowed him to look at the elevator without really looking at it. Most people would miss the clear earpiece in his ear, but she didn’t. She nodded to him, but he was too professional to acknowledge the gesture. That was a good thing. She didn’t want anyone unprofessional at this critical juncture.

  She’d chosen the Flamingo as the HQ for this operation, and had the resources to rent out several rooms for privacy; as well as the rooms surrounding them as a security buffer. The hotel thought they were hosting a bunch of suits here for a conference. A dozen men had shown up in suits, but they weren’t accountants. They’d also shown up with cases designed to defeat metal detectors, and the other systems the casinos had put in place to discourage people from carrying firearms in the hotels. Those systems were enough to stop the occasional nutjob with a hunting rifle, but it didn’t stop people whose job it was to defeat those types of precautions.

  Aveena strutted down the hall to her room and knocked. The spyhole in the door darkened for a moment before it opened. “Ma’am,” her new troll stood there, blocking any light that tried to leave the room with his sheer mass.

  He stepped aside, and she entered a space that looked more like NASA mission control than a resort suite. Humans and changelings on laptop’s and tablets moved between the rooms with efficiency. The doors between rooms had been thrown open to ensure as much space was available as possible. Cameras with telescopic lenses covered by camouflage and magical wards lined the windows, along with directional microphones and other technological doodads she knew nothing about.

  “I’ve got cameras twenty thru twenty-three coming online,” announced a man with a pronounced South African accent. He had a rough look about him that would have screamed soldier if not for the man bun, thousand-dollar sunglasses he continued to wear inside, and a “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” t-shirt he picked up in the giftshop.

  “Throw them to me, and configure them with the algorithm,” Saffron stated. The dryad was strutting around the room like she owned the place in a skimpy little outfit that was doing its best to create a wardrobe malfunction. Even from here, Aveena could smell the pheromones the Fae was putting out to the South African man. If they were ever left alone, Aveena was going to see a huge bill for room damages.

  Saffron was in the process of throwing the man a grin, and licking her lips, when she spotted Aveena. “Ma’am,” she blushed a little, but not enough to show she was really embarrassed by her behavior. It was just enough to acknowledge that she’d been caught and her extracurricular pursuits wouldn’t fuck with the mission.

  Aveena might know Saffron, but if she screwed this up, Aveena would have her head, and the head of everyone who failed her. “And then mom will take mine.” It was a cruel circle of death she was working with.

  Aveena watched a man in the next room disassemble, clean, and reassemble a deadly looking assault rifle. That they were ready for imminent violence reassured her. “Give me an update,” she stood her ground in the center of the room and made everyone come to her.

  “We’ve got all the entrances and exits of Caesars, the Bellagio, and the MGM Grand covered. The cabal has an interest in just about every place on the strip, except here and the Nugget, but we’re pretty sure the target is at Caesars.”

  The Flamingo had tried their best to stay out of the cabal’s business for decades, and the Golden Nugget was the only foothold real organized crime had in the city. They’d been backed into a corner by the cabal since they set the foundation, but there was a détente in place. As long as no one fucked with the other’s business; it was all live and let live.

  “We’ll run facial recognition on everyone in and out of those resorts. We’ve got a backdoor to the LVPD systems and will be able to piggyback on them to the federal servers as long as no one looks too closely at the data usage,” Saffron grinned. “I’ve also got cameras up in the places the cabal actually runs people in and out of. They’ve got a couple secret entrances; all very cloak and dagger, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. You wouldn’t believe what a man will do for a quickie,” she shot a saucy look over her shoulder at the South African mercenary. “I’ve also got eyes on a few of the safehouses, and have tagged the imps I know who work courier duty to see if they’ll lead me to anything interesting.”

  The dryad was pr
actically salivating over all the power at her fingertips, and that was fine, as long as she didn’t lose sight of the mission.

  “What are our chances?” Aveena asked the only question that really mattered.

  “If the target comes out of one of these exits, we’ll spot him. We’ve got pictures loaded and I have a high confidence we can identify and track,” the South African obviously made the pitch his client wanted to hear.

  “Fifty-fifty,” Anna Seatwig gave a no-nonsense reply. The selkie was sitting on the bed just staring at the ceiling. After a few days in the desert, she was getting restless. She’d been able to arrange a few photo-ops and interviews in the city to explain her reason for being here, but being so far from the sea was clearly grating on her.

  Saffron shot her a glare, the two Fae clearly didn’t get along, but they knew to put their shit aside when the boss was here. The dryad nodded her agreement. “From what I’ve heard, the target took a Fae’s gifts.”

  “That’s not exactly how it happened,” Aveena thought, but if it got her people to take the issue seriously, then she was fine with them spreading that rumor.

  “The thing is,” Saffron looked down at the floor and shifted her feet guiltily. “The Usurper lives at Caesars. If the target is able to learn our secrets from him . . .” she let the rest trail off.

  Aveena tried not to let her anger show. It wouldn’t help her accomplish the mission if she snatched the tablet off a passing human and smashed it over his head; thereby cracking several of his cervical vertebrae. That would just be a waste. Still, her glamour rippled as rage coursed through her. “It would have been nice if someone told me WHO THE FUCK I WAS GOING UP AGAINST,” she seethed, but got it under control.

  “We won’t be able to catch him on camera,” Aveena came to the same conclusion as the dryad, and fifty-fifty were not good enough odds to bet her life on. “See if we can get some of the cameras to recognize a Fae glamour.”

  She knew it was possible. Human mages had created runes at the immigration checkpoints around the permanent portals. It didn’t allow them to see a Fae’s true form, but it was enough to identify if they were wearing a glamour.