The Naughty Box (9 books in 1 box set)

by Davis, SJ

  In Wichita, she began to hear the whispered voice, and noticed a decrease in the number of her admirers. By Salt Lake City, her choice of playthings was disturbingly limited, and the whispered promises were more frequent. It only got worse, the further West she drove, but she still felt compelled to head for the Pacific. She began to wonder if she was imagining the whispers, and if she was being purposely drawn to Hawaii. In all of the U.S., it was the closest to being Eden-like. Had the original Garden been there?

  She'd always railed against fate. The idea that all of her choices were made for her, made her irrationally angry. Perhaps, it was because free will hadn't been granted to humans until after her penance had been set, and her trials for redemption announced. While these nearly powerless creatures were entitled to make their own choices, her destiny had been mapped for her. She might resign herself to following the impulse west, but she would make her stand. Somewhere, somehow, Lilieve would seize control of her destiny.

  With her power at the lowest since she'd regained it, she'd driven into Bakersfield, California. She'd been here three days before the woman finally approached her. They'd just moved to the area, she said, and she was looking for a nice church to attend. It had nearly drained her remaining strength, but Lilieve had the woman worshipping at her alter by the end of the day.

  Normally, she'd have used her power to include the husband from the beginning, but she wanted to conserve her strength. Instead, she rendered him immobile while his wife bound and gagged him, in a chair at the foot of the bed, where he could best watch Lilieve fuck his wife.

  He made the sign of the cross at her when she untied his hands, after the woman passed out. He wasn't Catholic, obviously, and he'd done it backward. Lilieve just thought it was hilarious that he believed he could get rid of her that easily. For the fun of it, she re-tied his hands but didn't use her ability to control him. He was fully aware of what she was doing to him, when she drew out his cock and started jacking him off. When he was halfway erect, she tipped the chair back, so his head was on the floor, sat on his face and ground her pussy into his nose while she sucked his cock. She enjoyed it so much, she damn near drowned the poor bastard when she came.

  She wasn't so stupid as to leave him unconstrained when she untied him, though. The compulsion was in full effect before she set him free. After two hours of unimaginative humping, however, the game was too boring to continue. She didn't even bother draining his energy when she made him cum. If he couldn't make more effort than he had, while under her control, he wasn't worth draining.

  Two blocks from the building, she had a creepy sense of being watched. When she checked over her shoulder, no one was near, but she couldn't shake the feeling. When she looked around for a place to lose her Watcher, she saw it. "Adam's Apple".

  It was a club, not exactly high class, but not a dive either. It would be deliciously ironic to use it as a hunting ground. Surely she could find a new playmate there. Lilieve just hoped she wasn't walking into a trap.

  Hellbound

  It was still early in the evening, but the pickings were awfully limited in "Adam's Apple". The bartender was cute enough, and seemed to find her fascinating, but his cockiness pissed her off for some reason. She mentally added him to her "maybe" list. If he ended up being the best option at the end of the night, she'd be sure to knock his ego around a bit.

  A pretty redhead caught her eye on the dance floor. She might make an interesting companion. The woman practically oozed sex. Lilieve waited for her to leave the floor, and then followed her to the ladies room. A casual conversation about the uselessness of hand dryers was promising. The woman invited her to join a small group of friends for a drink. Within a quarter of an hour, they were grinding each other on the dance floor.

  Lilieve left the group to buy a round of drinks with the last of the money she'd coerced out of one of her playthings in Vegas. He'd insisted she take it. She'd been his lucky charm at the poker table, and he credited her with all his winnings.

  "I hope you're prepared to pay well for her services." someone said from beside her.

  She turned to find a tall, heavily muscled, blonde man smiling at her. He was wearing the same red golf shirt as the bartender. A bouncer, she decided.

  "I never pay for my 'services'." she laughed.

  "Well, I've never seen Bella give it away. If you're looking for female companions, you might want to try "Lilith's Lair" over on Twenty-third street." He was watching her carefully, with his blue-grey eyes, gauging her response.

  Lilith's Lair did sound intriguing, but if any place in this city was bound to be full of Watchers, looking for her, she was sure that would be it. Besides, the bouncer was a nice enough piece of man-meat. He might be fun to play with. Lilieve smiled at the thought. He seemed like the plain speaking type.

  "I don't care whether my companions are female or male, as long as they have the imagination and stamina to keep up. I'll stay, thanks."

  "Well, if you don't find what you're looking for. I'll still be here at the end of the night." He laughed and winked at her. "Just don't get too sloppy ... uh ... "

  "Lilieve, and I'm never sloppy." She chuckled and held out a hand for him to shake. Instead, he lifted it to his thin lips for a gallant kiss. "And you are...?"

  "Dagon. Most people just call me Dag."

  The name seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. She hated that. It sounded too short and simple for an angelic or demonic name, though. The immortals tended to have more complex monikers.

  "Well, Dag, we'll see what the evening brings." With a wink and a smile, Lilieve returned to Bella and her friends.

  Before the evening was over she'd had a free sample of Bella's unique charms. The ladies room featured a small lounging area, with two oversized leather chairs. When Lilieve put one stiletto on a seat, supposedly to adjust the ankle strap, Bella got a peek at her bare, bald pussy in the mirror. She moved behind Lilieve and slid one, long, perfectly manicured nail into her box. Lilieve turned around to return the favour, delighted to find the redhead was wearing nothing under her dress but a leather harness, complete with links for leashing or chaining. Those links came in very handy when Lilieve tongue-fucked her where she stood. She had her cumming for the third time, when one of the servers walked in, flushed fuchsia, and left without doing whatever she'd come in for.

  She had a quick fuck in the alley, with the man who lit the cigarette she'd stepped out for. All she had to do was lift her skirt and present her pussy, still moist from Bella's tongue. The guy had his fly down and his cock out in seconds. She turned and braced herself against the brick wall. He was the perfect height to fuck her from behind, standing. It wasn't great, but at least he'd cum on the ground instead of her dress. She didn't bother to kiss him before she dropped her skirt and walked back into the bar. By then the crowd was thick enough to lose him before he could try for seconds.

  The same server who'd caught her with Bella, returned to the ladies room while she was washing up. She was a bit young and shy, but her pussy was sweet and wet. So, Lilieve laid her back in a chair and snacked on her for a few minutes, before she made her cum and sent her back to work, a little confused and glassy eyed. This was turning out to be a good night, and she still had Dagon to look forward to. She hadn't had a real soul-shaking orgasm yet, but the night was young, and her energy was replenishing, at least.

  The whispers hadn't returned since the start of the evening, either, which went a long way to helping her relax and enjoy the impromptu night out. The voice could have belonged to the Watcher she'd given the slip, trying to entice her to reveal herself. He wouldn't follow her into a crowd, where any confrontation would draw attention. If he could lure her to him, however, she had no doubt he'd put a swift end to her festivities. She watched her drinks carefully, just in case he had followed her, and tried to slip something into her drink to make her more pliable. Her power might protect her from such trickery, but she didn't want to test that theory.

  T
he voice could also have been, and she suspected it was, Grigori. He'd likely taxed his power, trying to locate her at such a distance. That would explain why she hadn't heard the whispers for hours. Even if he'd tracked her, she was sure she had enough of a head start that he'd been hours behind her, if not days.

  The last of the patrons stumbled out and the staff gathered at the bar for drinks, chatter, and tip counting. The young server Lilieve had enjoyed in the ladies room seemed to have recovered her senses. She flushed scarlet every time her eyes met Lilieve's, though, and she was careful to sit as far away from her as possible, while the tips were counted, and divvied up. The girl scrambled out the door, without a backward glance, as soon as she had her share.

  The rest of the staff seemed in a hurry to clear out as well. Soon there was no one left in the club but Dagon, the bartender and Lilieve. She looked into Dag's eyes pointedly, jerked her head at the bartender and licked her lips.

  "Oh, Clive isn't in a hurry to go. At the rate you've been going tonight, I thought I might use the backup." Dag chuckled softly and reached into her dress to cup a breast.

  "Mmmmm, sounds like fun." Lilieve arched her back to give him a better angle. "Any other surprises for me?"

  "Just one or two." It was Clive, from behind her.

  A piece of black cloth fell over her eyes, and he tied it, securely, at the back of her head. His slim hands slipped down her arms to her waist and untied the wrap-around dress, throwing it back, like a magician revealing an empty cage after a disappearing trick.

  Dag pulled her forward in the high-backed barstool, until her ass was perched on the edge, and went to work on her pussy with his tongue, while Clive bit at her neck and massaged her tits. The blindfold heightened her sense of touch. She couldn't believe she hadn't let someone blindfold her before.

  Dag slid one long, thick finger into her box, while his tongue teased her clit. Lilieve moaned, the first one she hadn't half-faked all night. With both hands on the back of his head, she pulled Dag's head into her. Clive's teeth moved up her neck to her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

  "You know the new owner is watching right now, don't you?"

  She gasped, both at the surprise and at the sensation of Dag's finger pressing against the top of her vagina. He'd found a pressure point that made it feel like a huge cock was stretching her pussy. The idea of a mystery audience was too wickedly exciting.

  "His office is behind the bar. That mirrored wall is one way glass." Clive growled in her ear. "He's probably got his cock in his hand, beating off while he watches. Should we ask him to join us, sugar?"

  "Yes." Lilieve hissed the word, as Dag clamped his teeth down lightly on her clit. Clive bit her earlobe and withdrew, leaving her alone with Dagon. The bouncer bit his way up her belly to her chest, took the left nipple in his mouth and bit down on it, hard. She cried out and arched her back again, and felt the tip of his cock press against the entrance of her pussy. He switched sides, biting the other nipple, and then buried his dick in her box.

  Lilieve clamped down on his cock and thrust her hips forward to take him deeper, and he grunted in response. She had no idea how he was reaching her, sitting up so high, but she really didn't worry about it. Her body was humming as it hadn't in the weeks since she'd left Maine, and she was almost certain she'd finally get the mind-blowing fuck she'd been looking for, ever since.

  Dagon was battering her pussy brutally when she felt a hand on each wrist. Her hands were pulled down to her sides and each filled with a hard, pulsing cock. Dagon pulled out of her pussy, put one huge hand on the back of her head and forced it down between her knees. He thrust his dick into her mouth once and pulled it back out.

  "Oooh, three cues and six balls," Lilieve purred, "I love dirty pool."

  The man on her right laughed, a deep, sexy rumble. Her body vibrated to it.

  "I think we can arrange a game." That was Clive, but she didn't think he'd been the one laughing.

  Each of the men at her side slid one hand under her arm and another under her hip. As if by some agreement, each thrust two fingers into her slit, and they lifted her off the stool together. She was carried across a flat area for a minute, and then up a few steps, each footfall on the steps drove the fingers harder into her pussy. Dagon's hands caressed her ass while he followed.

  The men set her on her feet, removing their fingers from her box. One huge, hot hand spread across her belly, gently turning her and guiding her backward until her ass connected with something hard. Another quick lift, and she was sitting on the edge of what must be a pool table. Lilieve felt the soft felt on the inside edge and the hard, cold wood on the outside.

  There wasn't time to think about it, before one of the men spread her knees apart and dove, mouth first, into her pussy. She sighed and arched her back. Someone palmed the back of her skull and she felt the moist tip of a cock tickle her lip. One of them must have climbed onto the table with her.

  Lilieve flicked out her tongue to capture the drop of pre-cum, and then opened her mouth to wrap her lips around a thick prick. A second cock dropped rubbed against her jawline. She took one in each hand, pumping each with her fist as the other fucked her mouth. This is fucking awesome! And awesome fucking. She chuckled a little around the head of a cock at her own humour, and the owner moaned as his dick spasmed. Her body was shot through with electric energy, tingling at the touch of so much man.

  Six hands kneaded, pinched and caressed her flesh. One tongue probed her pussy and the mouth sucked at her clit. Someone bit her shoulder, surely drawing blood, then licked the wound they'd caused. All of it was enough to have her thrashing, sucking, grinding and squealing. The tongue at her pussy withdrew and a throbbing cock replaced it, thrusting hard enough to have the soft felt feel like sandpaper, rasping her ass. Two mouths covered her nipples and sucked as he fucked her. He stopped and a new prick, this one longer and slimmer, shoved into her, hitting bottom. It felt like he was tearing her open and she loved it! Again, the switch, and a third dick, nearly as thick as the first and pulsing violently, drove into her pussy, sending her over the edge of reason. Lilieve came in several waves, soaking the man inside her, the edge of the table, and likely the floor. He groaned, pulled out, and spurted cum all over her chest. She whimpered her disappointment.

  "Sorry, sugar." Clive was laughing, breathlessly. "Part of the rules of dirty pool. Only the last man standing gets to shoot the eight-ball."

  "So it's a marathon?" Lilith curled up in a dangerous smile beneath the blindfold. "I hope the winner deserves the prize." She tugged the cock in her right hand and heard the mystery owner moan as it pulsed.

  The man on her right pulled her around to straddle him, and she could feel his shaft vibrating in anticipation where it pressed against her cunny. The damp tip of another ran across her bottom lip and when she licked her lip clean, she could taste the salty-sweet of his cum mixed with her own. He pulled it away, making her stretch for it, and then thrust it into her mouth, pushing her back onto the waiting prick of the man beneath her. It filled her like no one had since Grigori. Her heart was pounding, and her body humming.

  There was no need to use her power. The two men found their own rhythm. A pair of large hands kneaded her ass. The man under her pulled out, and the one behind her took his place for one thrust, and then another. Again, a rhythm was established. They alternated fucking her, and the man behind her reached around to rub her clit as the two of them drove her over again. The man behind was buried in her when she did. He didn't even pause in his rhythm, but when he pulled out this time, he shoved his cock into her ass, in synch with the dick thrusting into her pussy. She came, right away again.

  A tiny part of Lilieve's mind wondered how she could still have anything left, but the swell of sensation, making her body crackle with power, told her she had plenty of reserves. It was building, pulsing through her veins, swelling her pounding heart. She was powerful. She was sexy. She was fucking invincible! Three moaning, sweating men were pierc
ing her body with three thick, powerful cocks, and she was going to fuck them all dry.

  The one in her ass pulled out first, and she heard him cry out as he came. She didn't feel any of it, so he must have spilled his seed on the floor. The next to finish was the one in front of her. His load, too, must have gone elsewhere.

  "So, does this make you the last man standing?" she goaded the panting man beneath her while she slid slowly up to the tip of his pulsing head.

  Lilieve purposely dragged her tits over his body as she did it. She heard him inhale sharply when she nearly disconnected, and gasp when she impaled herself on his cock again. The electric surge that signalled her impending orgasm was building. The room was suddenly to close. The air thick with heat and power. A buzzing started low in her ears, and then the sound expanded. She was so close.

  "C'mon baby. Fuck me. Fill me. Cum inside me!" she was nearly screeching in her need.

  The room filled with the scent of apples.

  "Nooooooo!" a man's voice screamed behind her.

  She gasped in shock as he threw her off him. The ring of metal assaulted her ears, followed by a wet thunk!

  She wrestled the blindfold off and leapt off the table, slipping in a puddle of something.

  Clive's head grinned up at her, in the middle of a pool of blood, his body lying several feet away, next to a vaguely man-shaped pile of smouldering ash. To her right, Grigori stood panting, his eyes glowing like two illuminated emeralds, a bloody Japanese sword dangling from his left hand.