by L. A. Boruff
“I have been doing a little research,” Anne said. “Since we were assigned to the case, I have been searching through different folklore, demonology books and of course, the internet.”
“What is this internet?” Nkosi asked.
“It’s a digital archive of everything,” Anne said.
“Including pornography,” Azrael said. “Most enlightening.”
I cleared my throat. “What did you find, Anne?” I didn’t have the time to explain what pornography was to Nkosi, which I was sure would be the next question he asked.
“I’ll show you later, boy,” Lucian said.
“Can we please,” I muttered.
“Sure, Doc. If you insist,” Lucian replied.
“Miss Reeve,” Ronan said. “Cher, what did you find.”
“A few creatures that might fit the bill.” She opened the notebook she brought with her and placed the photographs in front of us. “But, this one stood out.” She pointed to the waif man. His spectral form was covered in tattered rags. His body rail thin. A long wispy beard covered his cheeks and chin. “This man is called the Fear Gorta or The Man of Hunger. The first recorded history of this spectral being is in 1845, during the Potato Famine but it doesn’t mean he hasn’t been around longer. He is also associated with “hunger grass.””
“So, this feller here, makes people hungry?” Lucian pointed to the picture.
"Yes. Insatiably so. To the point, they will starve to death. Everything they eat will continue to cause them to lose weight," Anne replied.
“You know Stephen King wrote a book about this,” I said. “Only the man was cursed. He could eat and eat and eat but would still lose weight. It’s called, Thinner.”
“Who is this Stephen King? I must meet him!”
“I think the boy is broken,” Lucian grumbled. “Nkosi, you can’t be sure this Stephen feller is alive still.”
“He is,” I answered. “Lives in Bangor, Maine.”
“We must go there,” Nkosi stated.
I laughed. “Your enthusiasm is amazing, but we have a job to do here, first.”
Jack tapped his fingers on the table. His brows were furrowed in concentration. “If we go with what Miss Anne is theorizing, how do we stop him? And, if it is who we believe it is, the Fear Gorta, how do we make sure we’re at several places at one time?”
Cekar stood and moved toward the head of the table while pulling a book from his satchel. "I think I know of a way." He looked at Anne. "I have been trying to figure out the best way to corner then dispel whatever is causing these deaths. Then I found this." He pointed to one of the spells in his book. "We can force him to manifest then banish him."
I leaned forward. The spell was simple enough. Anne and Cekar could pull it off. “How would we set it up?”
“We have the pub crawl,” Jack said. “If we break into teams.”
“It’ll be extremely difficult.” Cekar frowned. “This monstrosity can kill by the thousands without a thought. If you go, you run the risk of certain death.”
“You say this as if you’re not human,” I said, confused by his statement.
“There are things about me, you do not know, Mr. Sawyer.”
“I suppose I’ll never know?” I replied.
“Perhaps, one day.” Cekar closed the book. “Until then, I will prepare with our newest members.”
“Won’t this hurt them?” Jack asked.
Cekar gave a small sad smile. “No. They are undead. The Fear Gorta can only feast off of those who are living.”
“Wait a minute, son,” Lucian said. “I am human and wolf.”
“You are changed,” Cekar said. “You have a duel life coursing through your veins. Therefore, you are not human, and you are not completely wolf. You are both, but neither. Your soul is dictated by the moon. For however long the moon shall travel through its phases, is as many lives as you will have.”
“Well, damn,” Lucian said.
“Better to say it now.” Cekar shrugged. “This is what happens when a human is bitten and left to their own devices. It is the same for you Ronan.”
“Moi?” He touched his chest as though offended by Cekar’s comment. “I gained control of my abilities after... One hundred and fifty years.” Ronan tipped his hand back and forth. “Give or take.”
"My point precisely. You are all in a new world. You are all changed. This will take some time for all of us to prepare." Cekar gathered his book then motioned for Ronan, Lucian, Azrael and Nkosi to follow. "Dr. Sawyer, I hope you have a plan in place to acclimate these men to society properly after we destroy this Fear Gorta."
I blinked then nodded. "I-I do. Had we have not needed to do this on such short notice, they would have already been fully immersed in their studies. This case threw a snag in my plan."
“Very well.” Cekar nodded at Anne. “I will call on you when you are needed, my dear. Be ready.”
Anne sat up a bit straighter then nodded. “I will be.”
"I should go home, call Elizabeth," I said when Jack joined me in my office. "She has to be a mess right now."
“Would telling her about the monsters that plague the city really put her at ease?” He eased the door closed then came up behind me, wrapping his arm around my middle. “I suspect they keep the girls from hearing about the deaths. The panic would be unbearable.”
"Some might already know if their parents were in those restaurants. Or out in the countryside."
“True.” His breath caressed the sensitive skin of my neck. “Still, do you wish her to know the full weight of why she is here with you?”
I frowned. She’d never believe me. I hated taking her from her friends. Hated taking her from her school and everything she recognized as home. Telling her the truth had the potential to blow up in my face. “Eventually, she will find out.”
“Yes, I suppose she might. Until then, we keep up appearances.” Jack kissed the back of my neck. “You’re stressed out.”
“I am. Aren’t you?”
“I am,” he said. “Cekar is a wildcard for us. Anne knows him better than we do. I have tried since he arrived to find more information on him, but he is a complete mystery. There is nothing. No birth records. No death certificate. Nothing. It’s as if he doesn’t exist at all.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I turned to face Jack. “He is a necromancer.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up. “You might be right. Only time will tell.” Jack brushed his lips over mine. “Have you decided when we’ll bed Miss Reeve?” The pad of his thumb brushed my side, sending a bolt of need through me.
“No,” I confessed. “I worried about timing. About the mission. I’m a little pre-occupied with saving humanity.”
“Then, let me help you relax.” Jack guided me over to the leather couch situated against the side wall of my almost empty office. “Sit.”
“Jack, we don’t have time for this,” I hissed.
“We’ll make time,” he replied, latching the door, so no one could enter.
“You are the death of me.” I moaned when he went to his knees in front of me. “What are you doing?”
“Well, if you don’t know, I’m not doing my job properly.”
He kissed me then. His tongue tangled with mine. The sweet desperation I tasted, drove me insane. How could one swipe of this man’s tongue be my undoing? My dick hardened to the point of pain. The teeth of my zipper surely leaving its mark upon my flesh. With quick, nimble fingers, Jack had my shirt open and my pants unfastened. My cock lay against my lower belly spilling precum.
“Jack...”
He wrapped his fist around my shaft and gave a hearty squeeze before pumping the length. My ass clenched. My hips lifted from the couch. I bit the inside of my cheek so as not to cry out in pleasure. Jack teased my nipple, pinching and tugging it as he placed wet kisses to my chest then down my stomach. His hot breath fanned out across the crest of my erection and I shivered. What the hell was I doing? Three times now, I allow
ed myself to be put into a compromising position. Three times in a matter of days, I enjoyed myself.
My breath hitched when Jack flicked my slit then gathered up the precum there. He groaned and I felt the vibrations rumble through me and settle in my balls. This time, I did groan. I threaded my fingers through his lush hair and directed him over me, encouraging him to take more. He complied, taking me as far as he could before swallowing. My breath hitched at the fluttering of his throat.
I needed more.
Already, I rode the sharp edge of pleasure and pain. The tingle at the base of my spine let me know just how far gone I was. Yet, instead of hurrying to that finish line, I eased back into the couch, spread my legs a bit more and directed him over me. Jack raised his gaze to mine... Fuck. Perfection. I ran my thumb across his cheek and a faint shudder worked through him. Did he get off on this too?
“Are you hard Jack?”
He groaned around me while nodded.
“Ahh, that feels so good,” I muttered. “Show me your dick.”
6
Jack
I don’t know what came over Nathan. The way he took control, had me spiraling. I pulled off his cock then stood. Nervous energy coursed through me as I clenched and unclenched my fists trying to steady myself. Usually, Nathan allowed me to dictate the pace, tonight, he did so and surprised the hell out of me.
“What are you up to, Nathan?” I rubbed my hard cock through my trousers. The thick tendrils of arousal slid through my body causing my heart to pound and my balls to ache.
“I want to see your dick.” He stroked himself in a lazy fashion, tempting me beyond reason.
“You want to see my dick? What are you going to do with it once you see it?” I countered, licking my bottom lip.
“Suck it then fuck it,” he answered.
His cheeks were a bright shade of pink as was his chest and neck. "Well, aren't you a dirty boy." I opened my pants and let them fall to the ground. After stepping out of my shoes, I finished removing the garment. My dick pointed toward my stomach, twitching every so often. "Do you want me to fuck you, Nathan?"
“Y-yes,” he stuttered. “After you make me cum in your mouth.”
“Oh, you are a raunchy, dirty boy,” I teased, lowering myself between his knees once more.
A quick wrap came at Nathan’s door and he gasped. I pressed my fingers to his lips before going down on him. Nathan’s mouth fell open on a silent groan. His hips raised off the couch, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. The knock came again and this time, I flashed my gaze to him and grinned.
“Y-yes?” Nathan’s hand gripped my hair, sending pinpricks of bliss across my scalp.
“It’s Anne. I thought we could... Talk.”
I pulled off of him and winked. “Miss Reeve, is talking all you wish to do?”
“What are you doing?” He mouthed the words while lust and embarrassment burned in his blue eyes.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered before continuing to suck his dick.
“Well... I,” she said.
“It’s okay, Anne,” Nathan said.
“I do want to talk but...” She sighed. “I wish I could see your face.”
Nathan's eyes rolled upward. His cheeks were flushed a deep shade of crimson. The little sounds he tried to cover whenever I fucked him, escaped him now. I wish she could see his face too. "Oh, Anne..."
“I want more. It’s complicated though. I also like Jack,” she said. The way the words tumbled from her, were as if she thought there was something wrong with wanting both of us.
“We want you too,” Nathan said.
“Yes, we do,” I added, pressing down on the base of his cock so Nathan couldn’t cum. “We’re kind of undressed already, Miss Reeve. Will that be an issue?”
"N-no, not at all." Her words were a bit breathy and I wondered not for the first time if she ever imagined Nathan and me fucking.
“Give us one moment.” I stood, removed my shirt then unlocked the door, before joining Nathan on the couch.
Nathan removed the rest of his clothing as Anne stepped into the room. His erection didn't flag as he stared at her with a mix of awkwardness and desire. Miss Reeve was stunning. Curves I could hold onto for days. Lips I yearned to kiss. I wanted to mess up her flawless hair and leave her a disheveled heap upon my bed—our bed.
She gasped. The shells of her ears turned a shade of red, darker than Nathan’s face and I wanted her even more. “You weren’t kidding, were you, Jack?”
I chuckled. “No, when it comes to sex and being naked I never kid, Miss Reeve.”
She tucked her ruby-red bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes darted back and forth between Nathan and me. She was hesitant, but I expected that. Who wouldn’t be in this situation? I allowed my gaze to trace the way her shirt molded her breasts and her skirt hugged her hips. My mouth watered at the glimpse of her silky, stocking covered thighs.
“Nathan, why don’t you give the lady your seat.” Nathan snapped his attention to me. “It’s impolite to leave a woman standing.”
Nathan stood. Anne’s eyes lowered. Her lips parted as a pink tinge crept into her cheeks. Though his body was average, his dick was anything but. Long and thick, it jutted out from a carefully groomed thatch of coarse hair. He held out his hand to her. Anne’s fingers trembled as she grasped it. With each inhale, her breasts pressed against the front of her shirt, teasing us with their fullness.
I wanted to rip the offending garment from her.
Instead, I sat beside her. A devious plan took root in my mind. I wanted to sully her. That prim exterior could stay in place. However, when she left this office it would be Nathan’s cum deep inside her pussy—and mine later. Everyone would see the cool, in control woman, but Nathan and I would know the truth. I couldn’t explain the insatiable need coursing through me. Other than, we could all be dead within a matter of hours and not making my—our intentions clear would be a missed opportunity.
“Nathan, why don’t you unbutton Miss Reeve’s blouse a bit. She appears to be a little over-heated.”
“Oh,” she replied. “I’m fine.”
Her hand drifted to the stringently fastened collar of her shirt. The tips of her fingers danced over the buttons. She had impeccable taste when it came to style. I suppose it was why I craved ruining her. I wanted to see her out of control.
Nathan knelt between her legs and loomed over her. “You do seem a bit warm, Anne. Are you sure?”
She stared up at him. “Nathan...”
Before she could speak again, he kissed her. The soft moan that escaped Miss Reeve, shot straight to my dick. It twitched with anticipation. Pulsed with such a heady need, my head spun, and my heart pounded. Nathan tangled his hand in her hair, guiding her. With his free hand, he palmed her breast, squeezing and teasing the plump flesh, eliciting those soft sighs I yearned to hear more of.
Nathan pulled back and stared down at Anne. Her lips were swollen, wisps of her hair fell in her face. Yes. This is the way I wanted them both. Desperate and unhinged. One by one, he loosened the fasteners of her shirt, allowing us our first glimpse of her pale flesh. When her shirt lay gaping, Nathan buried his face between her breasts and groaned. Her startled cry had me sitting up straighter.
She gripped the back of his head, arching to him. “Nathan...”
“Yes, Anne,” he said, glancing up at her.
She didn’t say a word. She stared down at him in fascination, I suppose. Or at least I hoped. Nathan pushed aside the silk and lace of her bra, exposing her nipple to both of our perusal. He licked the hard tip and groaned.
“Sh-shouldn’t we talk about this.” She gasped, running her fingers through his hair.
I wished it was mine she ran her fingers through.
“We can talk,” I answered. “What do you want to talk about?”
“This...” Anne arched to Nathan. “It’s all so sudden.”
“Is it though?” Nathan questioned, easing back to give her room.
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sp; “No, I mean, I suppose not. I thought—”
“Leave the thinking to us, Miss Reeve,” I said. “Enjoy yourself. Unwind with us.” I placed my hand on her thigh.
She cupped Nathan’s cheek. “You don’t mind sharing?”
He shook his head. “We both want you, Anne.”
“The question is, Miss Reeve, do you mind sharing us?” I closed the remaining distance between us and placed the tip of my finger under her chin. “We will always take care of you. Protect you.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. “You’re both ruthless.”
I chuckled. “You have no idea the lengths I’d go for both of you.” Then I kissed her while pushing the top of Nathan’s head down.
He tugged at her skirt, inching it up to expose more and more of Anne’s skin to us. The naughty temptress wore a black garter over her scarlet panties. The satin straps of which were a guide to our treasure. She moaned into my mouth and I swallowed it down, allowing it to feed the erotic beast within me.
“She smells so good.” Nathan nipped her thigh. “So sweet.”
Anne cried out.
“Tell me what he’s doing to you, Miss Reeve,” I said, placing kisses between then valley of her breasts.
“H-he’s touching my clitoris,” she whispered, licking her bottom lip.
“Oh? How is he touching it?”
“Circling it.” She let out a harsh breath. “T-teasing me.”
“Mmm...” I glanced down at Nathan whose face was buried between her thighs, inches from our prize. He palmed her rear and tilted her hips forward, giving him better access to her body. “Give her what she wants, Nathan.”
He pushed her panties to the side and licked her slit. This time, when Anne gasped his name, I drew her nipple into my mouth and bit down. She cried out. Her nails bit into the flesh of my scalp and I groaned around her. This is what we needed. This hedonistic pleasure. This release of our stressors. This debauchery. My cock gave a hardy jerk and I knew our time was limited. I could do this all night though. Tease and tempt as many orgasms as possible from both of my lovers and I planned on it.