The werewolf pressed the eyepieces to his face and said, “What the fuck?”
Lord Richard cleared his throat. “Care to share with us, you two?”
Warren dropped the binoculars to his chest, casting Richard, Avery, and Harris a puzzled look. “There’s nothing there.”
Avery raised an eyebrow and walked closer. “What’re you talking about? We clearly saw a tent and a guy…” He held the binoculars to his face and growled out a curse.
Sid spoke up. “The desert is playing with us already.”
“I don’t know about that,” Avery said. “But there’s no trace of what we saw just moments ago.”
He offered up binoculars to Richard, who accepted. When he too saw the emptiness, his face paled. “So do we follow its madness or go the other way?”
“You’re the Council Liaison,” Sid said. “You tell us.”
Richard gave him a disapproving glare. “And you’re the expert on the legend. So please, enlighten us with your opinion.”
“I’d steer away from the djinn’s mirages.”
Avery scoffed at this. “Your superstition will make us lose the guy. Maybe he spotted us and dismantled his camp in record time. Think of the plausible, Sid.”
Sid twisted his lips, bit back harsh words. It had already begun, and he knew it. Now the djinn would use their differences to try and turn them on one another. He could feel it in his ether. How could the troll not feel it too?
But what if he was wrong? What if he was letting his paranoia get to him? True, Garrity could’ve spotted them and disappeared incredibly quick. Harris had said the guy was a master at running under the radar.
“Fine, let’s head that way,” Sid relented, but his gut and mind warred over the decision. One told him he’d just made a grave mistake. The other whispered don’t let a potential murderer walk free thanks to superstition.
They found nothing that first day in the desert, and as the darkness beneath ground deepened they decided to set up camp for the night. They’d packed two tents, and it was agreed upon the triad would occupy the large tent, while Harris and Richard would take the smaller one.
“You think it’s safe letting the kid bunk with that lecher?” Avery asked.
“He’s not a kid,” Sid countered. “He’s twenty. Harris can do what he wants.”
“Yeah, but Richard is a ruthless seducer.”
Sid passed another sleeping bag through the tent opening. “I told the Council Liaison to behave himself.”
“Like he’ll listen.”
Before he slipped inside, Sid looked over his shoulder at Avery. “You’re extra cynical tonight, troll. What gives?”
The troll shrugged and gazed up at the indigo artificial sky. “I don’t like this place anymore than you do. I just don’t believe in ghosts.”
Sid snorted at this. “A monster who doesn’t believe in ghosts. That’s rich.”
But he had a feeling Avery believed a lot more than he let on. Denial, Sid knew, could be an excellent coping mechanism.
The troll finally followed him into the tent and settled down in his sleeping bag. Warren already lightly snored inside his.
As his lovers fell asleep on either side of him, Sid lay listening to the haunting music of the desert wind. His eyes fluttered shut as a sudden tiredness seeped into his bones. He’d been restless, unable to even think of sleep, only a moment before. Now it seemed he couldn’t stay conscious. He struggled to keep his eyelids open as this exhaustion weighted down his limbs, his head, his chest. He felt as if his body were made of the heaviest stone…
Then there were voices in his head. Deep mechanical voices that made his brain whine and his undead heart shrink in fear.
Come into the void… they said. Be with us… In this nothingness, you will find peace.
“No!” Sid screamed and sat up. He felt as if he hadn’t slept at all, but he must have because he was now alone in the tent. Where had Warren and Avery gone?
He went to unzip his sleeping bag, but he could barely move. It was as if the air surrounding him had turned to thick sludge.
Then the empty sleeping bags on either side of him began to puff up, fill out. The insulated fabric molded to the outline of a shoulder, the bulge of a chest, the curve of a hip. The zipper opened with a deafening brrriiippp.
Sid breathed rapidly as he watched a pale hand emerge from the opening. He knew the desert was fucking with him. He could be stuck in a dream, or the djinn could’ve pulled him out of the tent and into one of their treacherous illusions. He had to try and stay calm and keep his wits about him as best he could.
Lord Richard emerged from one sleeping bag and Harris from the other. The two men peeled Sid’s bag away from his naked chest and explored his skin, his tense muscles, with chilly hands. They pushed Sid down and urged the sleeping bag lower.
Sid couldn’t stop them, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. He was lost to the desert’s will. He held his breath as they removed the bag from his naked form completely, exposing his stiffening cock to the cool kiss of the desert night. How he hoped Warren and Avery wouldn’t count this as cheating.
He tried to protest, “We can’t do this,” but the desert stole his voice away once more. The young werewolf kissed him sweetly while his former vampire lover explored his flesh with eager hands, ardent licks, and hungry nips.
The werewolf broke the kiss and nipped at Sid’s chin, suckled his neck and licked the length of his collarbone before he used that sensual mouth to tease his nipples. He bucked his hips up and sighed as the dominant vampire, now between his legs, smoothed cold hands up and down his inner thighs while brushing his knee lightly over Sid’s scrotum.
Cold, wide palms cupped his ass and lifted it off the sleeping bag. The dominant vampire bent his head and his hot, wet tongue traced the length of Sid’s crack. He poked the slippery muscle up his ass and tongue fucked him thoroughly, lubing him up for entry.
Sid breathed shallow and rapid under this assault of building bliss. He tried to cry out in pleasure, but even this exclamation emerged soundless.
A plump, slippery cock stretched his asshole wide and slipped in deep. He opened his mouth and let free a silent shriek as his ass acclimated to the massive penis thrusting inside him. His anal canal clenched tightly around the pulsing muscle, milking it of every ounce of pleasure it had to give.
The young werewolf kneeled beside his cock now, and while the dominant vampire fucked Sid in a slow, sensuous rhythm, the werewolf bent his head and gobbled his cock to the root. He closed his eyes as a wave of intense ecstasy shuddered through him.
He didn’t know whether to thrust up or down, so he alternated between the two while the werewolf slurped and sucked at his shaft and the vampire angled his ass higher to stroke his prostrate just right with his glans.
He melted into the mouth suckling his cock. He watched the werewolf’s cheeks grow sunken as he sucked harder still, then they puffed out as he let up just a bit. A hand slithered across the his balls and began to squeeze and tickle this sensitive skin.
The cock in his ass picked up tempo, slamming in and out of his rectum rapidly now. He gripped the fabric of the sleeping bag beneath him and it tore from the force of his flexing fingers.
He lost himself in this orgasmic fog. His groin became a pulsing mass of wet, slippery pleasure. The tingling in his prostrate exploded and he gasped, arching his hips up swiftly to fuck the werewolf’s face as the dominant vampire rammed his cock harder up his ass.
He reached down and wrapped one hand around the young werewolf’s bobbing cock. While the werewolf sucked him still, he worked the werewolf’s cock with expert fingers, returning some of the pleasure he took.
The tight skin covering his cock felt as if it split as the orgasm rushed from its tip. He spilled salty seed down the young werewolf’s throat. The young werewolf slurped it up eagerly, letting some trickle from his lips and dribble down Sid’s emptied scrotum.
The dominant vampire dug strong finger
s into his ass and fucked him harder still. The sound of their carnal lovemaking grew wetter as the dominant vampire’s pre-cum flowed copiously. Sweat beaded his brow as he put his back into it and thumped his lover’s prostrate furiously. He cried out and warm, wet semen spilled inside Sid’s ass. He pulled out and trickled pearly spunk over his lover’s lower abdomen.
Now spent and sexually satiated, Sid laid there still unable to move. The air around him still hung heavy like a stone. His two lovers crawled into their sleeping bags beside him, pulling his sleeping bag up over his torso as they did so. Then they snuggled close against him and fell into slumber. Sid also succumbed to a deep sleep.
Sometime later a slice of light stabbed his eyes, waking him. When he opened them, Sid found Warren and Avery peering in the tent, glaring at him.
“You just can’t keep a promise of monogamy, can you?” the troll growled, stalking away from the tent.
Warren’s eyes shimmered and he looked hurt.
It was then it came to Sid where he was. He looked to his left at a rumpled, still sleeping Lord Richard. Then he glanced to his right at the slumbering form of the young, evidently naked werewolf.
“I can explain,” Sid blurted as Warren walked off also. “The desert djinn tricked me!”
“In his defense,” Lord Richard called after the departing pair, “I have no recollection of Sid entering our tent.” He looked under the sleeping bag and his eyes widened at his nakedness. “Or of what happened between the three of us.”
Warren huffed. “Yeah right.” Then he let the flap of the tent fall and Sid heard the sand crunch under his heels as he walked away.
Harris grabbed at a pile of clothes that lay to one side of the tent. He quickly sorted through them and threw clothes at Lord Richard and Sid. The young werewolf dressed in record time and stumbled out the tent.
“He’s telling the truth,” he shouted after Warren and Avery. “They both are. I can’t remember last night either.”
Once dressed, Sid and Lord Richard also headed outside. The desert wind whipped up a fury of sand, and Sid feared a sand storm was imminent.
“Right,” Avery shot back at Harris as he and Warren continued to depart. “Did Sid tell you to say that?”
The wind screamed and picked up fistfuls of sand, whipping it in their faces. It stung Sid’s eyes and felt as if it burrowed beneath his skin. Perhaps it was indeed getting inside of them all, and the deeper it dug, Sid suspected the more damage it would cause to everyone.
“Avery, Warren,” he screamed into the building storm. “This is no time for a fight. We need to pack up and look for a cave. A storm is coming.”
The sand lifted from the desert in great spirals now, and Sid could barely make out any of his traveling party through the flying grit. He squinted at two shadowy forms who appeared to walk away still. Another form came up on his right, and he thought he made out the face of Harris, but his eyes burned and teared so much he could scarcely keep them open.
Then he heard the scream and he ran in its direction, terrified of its implications.
The sand tore at his clothes. Hands of grit slashed his shirt to shreds. Nails of dirt raked down his face, leaving bloody streaks. But Sid ran on, ignoring the pain that lashed at him as he searched for his companions.
It would not happen again. He would not lose anyone to the Sands of Aziza this time. They were all going home.
Suddenly the storm stopped choking him. The djinn of the desert moved back. He could breathe again. The gravelly grit no longer coated his lungs, his throat, his skin. Sid stood still, hands braced on his knees, and took in great gulps of clean air.
Before him stood a dilapidated hut covered in tattered canvas and a thatched roof with gaping holes. The home of a desert guide, Sid guessed, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t find anything so innocent as an unsuspecting desert guide within.
He approached with extreme caution.
He swung the flap door opened and peered inside. The man at the tiny, square table never moved. Garrity Tyler was too busy talking to an invisible friend.
Sid listened as he crept closer. He searched the small area for a weapon as he approached. Luck smiled on him when he spotted a hatchet near the entrance, next to a tiny bundle of wood. He snapped the axe up and kept it behind his back.
“I don’t want to enter the void,” Garrity mumbled on. “I don’t want to join you. I just want out of here.”
This time, Sid heard the words of Garrity’s invisible friend, too. Kill him, the unseen djinn said. Kill him and I’ll show you the way out of the sands.
Garrity looked at Sid and the vampire froze. His hand tightened around the handle of the axe.
Garrity pulled a stake from behind his back. It was made of ash. A maniacal grin spread across his face as he rose from the table.
Kill him and be free, the djinn taunted close to Sid’s ear.
Sid tried to keep his cool. He kept his gaze locked on Garrity while he pondered how to deal with the unseen member of this pair.
Then a hand wrapped around the axe he held behind his back, and an iron grip snatched the weapon away. At the same time, a foot slammed into his shins and took him down. All this and Garrity had barely moved a foot from the table.
Sid lifted his head, saw Garrity draw nearer with the stake, and knew he was a goner.
The formless djinn laughed and flipped Sid onto his back.
But a flurry of fur and snarls interrupted them, and Garrity wasn’t fast enough to react. Sid watched the man’s face crumple in horror as something lithe, tall, and brown knocked him to the dirt floor. He went down in a cacophony of shrieks and snarls.
The formless djinn tried to pull Sid from the tent as the massacre ensued, but Sid remembered something from his training long ago. A spell Lord Richard had taught him before they went into the sands last time. And it had saved his life then. Perhaps it could now.
He grabbed at the gritty wrists of the disembodied djinn and went inward. In his mind he saw its hideous face, made of sand and bitter hate. A mouth full of jagged teeth opened and growled at the vampire.
Sid spoke the spell and held onto the djinn. A high pitched screech sounded, both inside his head and out. Then the sand went still all around him and the grip of the djinn relented.
Behind him, Sid heard Harris whisper, “I killed him.” Then the young werewolf gagged and vomited.
Sid went inside to find Harris back in human form, naked and curled up next to his victim in a pool of blood. He bent and took the young man in his arms, not caring about the gore that smeared over his clothes. “Thank you for saving my life,” he said, hugging Harris tight. “Now, let’s go fine the others and get out of this wretched hell.”
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“We’re sorry we accused you of cheating,” Warren said, giving a sheepish look to Sid as they strolled to Council Headquarters for a special Underground birthday celebration.
“Yeah,” the troll added. “Apologies to you both, Sid and Harris. The desert got to us.”
Sid shook a finger in the troll’s face. “So you admit the place is haunted.”
The troll rolled his eyes. “Not at all. I admit that place plays on a monster’s mind. That’s it.”
Sid shook his head. “Stubborn behemoth bastard…”
Harris squeezed in between Avery and Sid, holding a decorated dwarf evergreen out in front of him. “Oh, don’t fight you two. This is Christmas.”
“Underground’s birthday,” Sid corrected him with a cheeky smirk.
“That too,” the young werewolf quipped, smiling. “So no arguments.”
Warren looked at Harris and chuckled. “Listen to the young wolf. No fighting.” The he swung an arm over Harris’ shoulder. “So what’re your plans now Garrity’s dead?”
Harris looked at his shoes, then at the looming sandcastle-like structure before them. “Don’t really know. Lord Richard said I could stay with him for a while if I wanted—”
“Oh, you can’t stay with tha
t rake,” Sid interjected. “Your virtue will never be safe.”
Harris laughed at that.
“That’s Sid’s way of inviting you to come stay with us,” Avery said, a small smile quirking up the corner of his lips. “Vampires never speak directly.”
Sid was just about to say “Bullshit,” when Warren pushed a finger to his lips.
“And you can stay as long as you like,” Warren said.
Behind the finger pressed to his lips, Sid grinned when Harris accepted their offer with sincere gratitude. Everything was falling into place, and he remembered his vision of Harris as the new leader of the Council Hunters.
Yesterday, during his first good sleep since leaving the desert behind him, he’d had another vision within a dream. One where the triad became members of Council Headquarters. Harris had been there, overseeing the ceremony to swear them in. It would seem the triad were destined to train this young werewolf all along, and Sid welcomed another member into their monster family with a sense of contentment growing in his undead heart.
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Cherry’s Sex Exploration
Cherry On Top Series
By Anita Lawless
Cherry and a rockstar inherit an adult store. Scorching sexual adventures ensue.
Includes:
Cherry On Top
Cherry’s Sex Education
Spanking Cherry
Cherry’s First Gang Bang
Bonus Story: Cherry’s Sex Exploration
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Cherry On Top
“You’ve got to be joking.” I crossed my arms over my breasts, scowled at the former glam sensation sitting in the chair next to me. Then I glared at the executor. “This is ridiculous.”
“Fucking right it is,” Lenny muttered.
The executor cleared his throat, looked over the will once more. “Those are your brother’s terms, Ms. Logan. You are to own the Purple Pleasure Dome, and live in the apartment above it, with Mr. McDougall, for one year.”
“There is no way I can live with her for a year.” Lenny blew a thatch of teased hair from his dark brown eyes.
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