“What?” Lilith broke away, her cheeks flush, and breathless.
“I fucked up,” I let her see my vulnerability, my pain at putting us all in this shitty situation.
She cupped my face with her hands and kissed me with a passion and intensity I’d never felt from her. It had nothing to do with her hunger, and everything about how she felt about me. Before I knew what was happening, she was on top of me. Her hands grabbed my shirt and tore it in half. She ran her fingernails down my chest as pure desire pulsed through me, and straight into my junk. She felt my arousal through my pants and slowly started to move herself back and forth.
I groaned at the motion, and reached up to take her tits in my hand. There was still a shirt and bra in my way. The Fae fire in me flashed, and I tore the clothes from her body.
“Cam?” I managed to surprise her, but then I was sitting up and her nipples were in my mouth. “Oh, Cam,” she dissolved into moans and continued to dry hump the shit out of me.
I don’t know how long I was preoccupied with her tits, but eventually, I wanted more. I moved my hands down to her ass and squeezed. A throaty purr worked its way out of her, and she hopped off me. Before I knew it, she’d ripped off her skirt, panties, and my own pants. I rolled her so I was on top of her, my cock pulsing in my hands, and her wet pussy just inches away.
“It’s finally happening,” I’d wanted to be inside the woman of my dreams for months, and it was finally happening.
Lilith’s eyes glowed with an intense emerald fire as I brought my tip to her entrance. Her wetness sent a shiver up my spine as it touched my tip, and I angled my hips so I could push inside her.
“Wait, Cam, no . . .” the three words I dreaded most in this world came out of her.
My hormone-flooded brain warred with itself. On one hand, my tip was literally resting on her clit, and it made her whole-body shiver with ecstasy. I wanted, no, needed to be inside her. Still, what I wanted didn’t matter.
“I’m not some Fae asshole who fucks who he wants, when he wants, how he wants,” I told myself. I couldn’t fuck her if she said no.
“Why?” I practically cried in a very unmanly way.
“If we start this . . .” her emerald eyes were focused entirely on my cock with nothing but want radiating out of them.
“Yeah,” I knew where she was coming from.
We could get the call from Venus, need to be downstairs, and if we were fucking, there was no way in hell we’d pick up our phones. In that situation we screwed the entire cabal. On the other hand, if I did what my body demanded I do, and busted my nut inside Lilith, I could royally fuck her up. It wouldn’t kill her, but a sex coma was a real possibility. As hot as it was – and a huge boost to my ego – I just couldn’t put Lilith in a sex coma with my lovin’.
“Fuck!” I didn’t realize I’d screamed my frustration until I rolled away from her and onto my back.
“I’m sorry,” she sounded it, even though she draped a naked leg over my hips, and I felt her wetness against my leg.
“No, you’re right, we can’t,” my throbbing cock violently disagreed with me. “I just wish the universe would toss us a bone; you know . . .”
“Maybe I can help, Master,” a soft voice asked.
“What the fuck?” I tried to jump up, but Lilith easily kept me pinned with her forearm on my chest. “Fern, um . . .” the pixie was standing in the doorway, meekly wringing her hands.
“If you will allow it, Lady Lilith?” she asked, looking up to meet my eyes with carnal desire radiating from her face.
“Wait, um . . .” I tried to think of a way out of this.
“Okay,” Lilith’s single answer cut through any argument I tried to make.
“Really?” I asked, but it was already too late.
Lilith sat up and moved forward so her pussy was directly over my face. I breathed in the scent of her, and felt a shiver go through my whole body. I was about to lick her clit, when Fern grabbed my cock.
“Aah,” she worked her thumb around my leaking tip, and it was so sensitive I bucked like a spooked horse.
“Easy there, cowboy,” Lilith grinned, grabbed my head, and guided it toward her pussy as Fern licked the tip of my cock.
“Aah, this has to be a dream,” I groaned into Lilith’s drenched lips, and went to work.
I’ve already freely admitted I don’t have a lot of experience in eating a woman out. My last endeavor had been the result of getting hit by a sex hex and going to town on Xamira like she was an all you can eat buffet. Afterwards, I realized I needed to do some research.
I started with a move I called infinity, where I made a figure eight over her clit. Ideally, it would lead to infinite pleasure. That got a grunt of approval from Lilith, so I upped the intensity until I felt her legs tense on the side of my head. Next came the Mississippi cyclone. I don’t know if that’s what people called it, but I thought it sounded cool. I switched from a figure eight to a circular motion. Everything I’d read told me enthusiasm was key, so I very enthusiastically fucked Lilith with my tongue.
“Fucking shit, Cam,” Lilith grabbed my head and slammed it deep into her pussy; so deep, I was pretty sure my tongue was going to get her pregnant.
The change made me switch to a little thing I liked to call the modified motorboat; which was basically doing the same thing you did with tits, but with the labia. That had her groaning and orgasming in short order. I grinned, the facial movement eliciting a squeak from her. As she pulled back, my tongue darted out to flick the bean.
That’s when Fern finally took me in her mouth. I was glad I already serviced Lilith, because it was really hard to concentrate on eating someone out when someone else was shining my flagpole. I’d gotten head from several different women, including the one riding my face, and I could say, without a doubt, that Fern’s was second best. Only a creature built for sex could do it better. I didn’t like to think about how she learned to do what she was doing, but the little pixie sure knew how to suck a dick.
A lot of it boiled down to tightness. Fern was four foot nothing, maybe eighty pounds in her glamoured form. There was not a lot of extra space to go around, and like Lilith told me the first time she gazed on my cock, I had a good thickness to me.
“Ooh gods above,” I groaned as Fern had to work to shove my dick in her mouth.
You’d think I’d have teeth scraping my shaft, but you’d be wrong. I don’t know how she did it – maybe glamour, some other Fae gift – but it was so fucking good. Lilith thrust her hips, demanding attention, but I continued to struggle between giving and receiving pleasure.
I couldn’t see what Fern was doing, but sooner than I wanted, I felt pressure building in my balls. I watched as Lilith ran her hands through her hair, and squeezed her breasts, which sure as shit didn’t help slow down my coming ejaculation. Her eyes were closed, but I could still see the blazing emerald light of her feeding off the sexual energy in the room.
“I’m close,” I groaned, and her eyes shot open.
“Yes,” she breathed heavily, and hopped off my face. She lay along my side, her fingernails tracing designs across my abdomen as my breaths came in shorter and shorter.
For the first time, I got a look at Fern. I’d felt my cock hitting the back of her throat for the last thirty seconds, but now, I saw how she was really taking my dick. Despite the deep throating I’d imagined, I was lucky if half my dick was in her mouth, and I swore she’d dislocated her jaw to fit it. As I watched in awe, she looked up at me.
My eyes locked with the little pixie and I knew I was done for. There was such an animal need in her expression, a yearning and want, that I’d never seen on her face; and that drove me over the edge. I instinctually thrust up and emptied my balls into her throat. I watched, with my O-face in all its glory, as my dick physically shuddered with each stream of jizz that poured out of me. Fern’s eyes stayed locked on mine, even as she gagged against the rush of spunk.
With a final spasm, I was spent, a
nd I sagged down onto the bed. Fern followed me down, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. Slowly, oh so slowly, with her eyes never leaving mine, she slipped my cock out of her mouth. She had chipmunk cheeks full of my nut, and she sensually crawled up my body.
“Ooh damn,” my dick twitched as she pressed against me, and turned to Lilith.
She slid off me and onto the succubus until her face was above Lilith’s. With my full attention on the two women, Fern opened her mouth, and let my cum fall into Lilith’s open gullet. Not a lot, but enough for Lilith’s eyes to explode like green fireworks and bathe the room in light. With a smile, and sense of satisfaction plastered all over her youthful face, the pixie gave a mighty gulp and swallowed the rest.
“Ooh gods below,” my heart was pounding in my chest from the erotic display.
“Do I please you, Master?” Fern asked with big, puppy dog eyes.
“Fuckin’ A that was awesome?” I answered.
The smile that lit her face was nearly as luminous as the emerald glow radiating off Lilith, who gave a quiet moan as her body worked on the power of my seed. Fern gave a giggle, hopped off the bed, gave a bow to the semi-conscious Lilith, and left the room.
I just stared at her ass as she sauntered out, and then watched the closed door as the post-sex bliss worked its way through my veins. At some point, Lilith came back to the land of the living, but she didn’t say anything. After a few minutes, her body began to gyrate against mine.
“Round two,” I grinned, and wondered if Fern would be back.
I was so busy focusing on the ménage à trois forming in my head, I didn’t realize Lilith was sobbing.
“What . . . are you . . . how . . .?” I blubbered like a fool. I didn’t know what was going on, but since we’d just gone to third base, I assumed I’d fucked something up.
“I’m sorry, I . . .”
“It’s not you,” she gave a mighty sniff as she looked up at me. “I’m just not sure how to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything,” I answered immediately, and judging by her face, that was the correct answer.
“While you were at the convention, my mother talked with me,” there was a shadow of anger at the mention of her mother. “She said all indications from the research team studying our predicament conclusively state that I won’t be able to fully feed from you until I cross into maturity,” tears welled in her eyes at the admission.
I didn’t completely understand what she was saying, so I answered with the always helpful, “um . . .”
“We can’t fuck until I’m twenty-one, Cam,” she snapped, but then took a deep breath and gave me an apologetic look.
Now, it was my turn to tear up. “That’s okay,” I comforted her. “What we just did was pretty hot. I’m good with that for the next few years,” I felt a frog in my throat as I said the time frame.
“Fuck, this sucks dragon cock. You couldn’t give me a second of peace, could you, universe?” I shook my metaphysical fist at the powers beyond my comprehension.
“I need to be able to feed, Cam,” her tone told me more bad news was coming. “I’m going to have to add less-potent people to my harem.”
“You mean less potent dudes.” I immediately disliked that idea.
I did not like the idea of some other guy with his lips on Lilith’s lips, his hands on Lilith’s tits, and worst of all, his dick in Lilith’s pussy. I opened my mouth to say just that, but the look on her face stopped me cold. Instead, I worked a weak smile onto my face.
“I can live with that,” I said through gritted teeth. She definitely heard my lack of conviction, but she appreciated the sentiment. She slid on top of me and gave me a deep kiss. I didn’t even care she’d just eaten my cum.
After that, we curled up and cuddled. She dozed off, but my mind was out of control. Not only was it a matter of time until I became the UN’s flavor of the week, but when I got back, I’d have to compete with other dudes for her attention.
“I’m still the First, right?” she hadn’t said anything about changing that.
At some later point, Lilith stirred and we went to get dinner. We ate in silence because we both knew something was off, but didn’t want to address it. As dessert arrived, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Sorry, but this sucks,” I blurted as the Baked Alaska was plopped in front of us. The waiter scowled at me, and I hope he didn’t pass that on to the cook. I didn’t know who the cabal’s chef was, but to serve a tough crowd like this, he must have poisoned someone in the past.
“I know,” she sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I knew we’d have to pay the piper sooner or later.”
“What kind of saying is that anyway?” I vented, directing my anger at anything but her.
“It’s from an 1842 poem by Robert Browning,” she answered as she swirled a spoon in her coffee. “In the story, a town is overcome by rats and the townspeople promise to pay a piper to get rid of them. He does, but the townspeople screw him over; so, in retaliation, he lures all the kids away from their homes and seals them in a cave with a landslide. You can guess the rest.”
“That’s a fucked-up story,” I shivered as I grabbed my mug.
“Haven’t you realized, Cam,” she gave me a sorrowful look. “Life’s pretty fucked up some times.”
Chapter 17
Vernon stood ramrod straight. In the military, it was called the position of attention, because you were showing respect to whoever was addressing you. He was shooting for utmost respect right now. The person sitting in front of him held the power to really fuck up his day.
He fully realized what he was asking of the older woman with gun-metal gray hair, and a serious expression permanently etched into her sun-tanned face. He was an outsider. He was here for a few weeks, and then he was on to the next assignment. He was not a part of the interspecies, multi-national culture of Las Vegas. What he had set on the table in front of her was the equivalent of throwing a nuke into a balance that had been in place for generations. After he left, there was going to be fallout for this judge, the LVPD, the casinos that supported the local economy, and the regular people who lived here. He was going to kick over the apple cart and then leave. For all he knew, bodies would fall in his wake.
“It’s the cabal after all,” he wished for Becky’s comforting presence at his back, but he’d entered the judge’s chambers alone.
The woman scrutinized the document carefully. Word from the locals was that she was a hardass. If an I wasn’t dotted, or a T not crossed, she’d toss an application. However, and more important for Vernon, she was also clean. The judge was a legend. She couldn’t be bought. She was basically a modern-day version of Kevin Costner in the Untouchables. If some uppity syndicate hitman tried to gun her down, she could literally rip their head off, eat it, and shit down their neck. She was a skinwalker, and being in her presence sent a shiver up Vernon’s spine.
Skinwalkers were a mage-shifter hybrid, but completely different than Vernon. Primarily, they were mages – or in this judge’s case, a medicine woman – who could work shifting magic instead of the other way around. It was the way they did it that was creepy as hell. They had to kill a creature and somehow absorb its essence. Then they would remove its hide, run it through a magical ceremony Vernon knew diddly squat about, and then wear the hide to transform. An old skinwalker like the judge might have dozens of hides she could choose from. Currently, she’d swapped her black, judicial robe for a black fur coat of some sort. It wasn’t just something to cut off the chill in the air. He could feel the ambient magic wafting off it.
Silently, she closed the folder he’d provided to her and picked up a SIM card. She popped it into her computer and hit play. It had taken hours of intense review to compile the ten minutes of footage that was at the core of obtaining this warrant.
“And thank the gods I ran into Ms. Layla.” She’d been the key.
It was like the universe finally cut him a break. He’d arrived on the scene, caught
the scent of his prey, followed it to the battlefield, and onto Ms. Layla. The rest had just taken patience, attention to detail, and a little luck.
He saw the judge’s face draw the same conclusion. He watched her see the glamour of the tall man with the big nose drop to reveal a novel supernatural, who hadn’t registered per WRA requirements, and was associated with crimes across the country. She saw the EMT’s pull an injured woman from a bathroom that looked like Ms. Layla, while a split screen, complete with timestamp, showed the real Ms. Layla talking with authorities across the conference center. The ambulance carrying fake Layla got out before a proper perimeter was established, but cameras at University Medical Center picked up fake Layla sneaking out of the ambulance and disappearing. However, tall, big-nose man reappeared. The city’s traffic cameras caught glimpses of the man disappearing into an alley behind Caesars Palace an hour later.
If the application had a weak point, that was it. The footage didn’t show the man entering the resort and casino; however, it did show him exiting earlier in the morning. Was he staying there as a guest? Living there? Hiding out? Did the cabal know who he was, or that he was there? Those were all unanswered questions that a thorough investigation would expose; but to get the investigation off the ground, he needed the warrant.
“Come on!” he mentally shouted at the judge.
Like she could hear him, she looked up. “Well, Special Agent Dud, you’ve dropped a real steaming pile of shit in my lap,” she ejected the SIM card and placed it back in its plastic container.
This was all evidence supporting the warrant application, and if things came under scrutiny, which they would with the cabal involved, everything needed to be in order. The last thing anyone needed was a SIM card that suddenly didn’t work because some clerk touched it with jam hands.
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