by Randi Darren
Frowning, Sam nodded at that.
“Doesn’t hurt that you’re both really good looking,” Wren said after a few seconds.
True. I’d agree with her that she probably doesn’t get a fair shake anywhere as a Cambion. I suppose it’s a rather good list of benefits if one can get over the sex part.
“Huh, alright. Look forward to having you. You look like you’ll be delicious,” Sam said, turning back to the Were.
“…ep. Completely sure. As much as it wounds my pride as a Were, and the fact that I’d really rather pull off both your heads and eat your guts, I know when I’m beaten,” said the Were. “If I wasn’t knocked flat and had my damn head kicked around like a cow waiting for the slaughter, I’d try to kill you both. But I’m not human, and I’m happy to be a beta or an omega. I’d be a really great beta to you two.”
“Oh?” Sam said, smiling at the Were. Up to this point, he hadn’t seen much of a spine in her.
“I’m fierce, loyal, and aggressive, not stupid. Living is living, dead is dead,” the Were said. “A living world of daily three ways between a sexy man and a hot woman is better than a dead lump of meat in a tub. Right?”
Sam snorted at that and looked at Jes.
“If you want her, fine. Brand her. Then we’ll interrogate her, eat one of them, and get moving,” Sam said. Then he remembered his question, turning back to the Were. “Oh, and who are you working for?”
Jes was already down on her knees next to the tub, her hand over the Were’s naked chest. She was inscribing her brand into the woman’s flesh right then and there.
“Crime boss,” the Were said. “Vampire den in the town. They run the whole thing. PID has been working to break them down but can’t get inside. The Federal division of PID just came to town. Vamps have a mind reader, though. They spot everyone trying to get in.”
Surprised, Sam couldn’t help himself. “Huh. That’s… that’s lucky. And that you work for a vamp is also strange.”
“Right?” the Were said as Jes slowly drew the brand with a fingernail. “But yeah, Vamp. Money’s good, so I couldn’t say no. Vamp or not.”
Wolverine through and through.
“Mm. I honestly don’t care much,” Sam said with a sigh. “I’m just here for my client—Tom’s ex-wife—to get her house in the free and clear. With you bundled up, that’s done. Tell the pack to leave off her house. I already took care of Tom.”
“I’ll just disperse the pack,” the Were said. “Vampy said to get rid of them soon anyways, so that works! That’s why Wren was here. Just to make sure we could get rid of the pack soon without an issue. That and she had another job. After that, I was going to go job hunting.”
Damnit. Would have happened all on its own?
Ugh.
Waste of time.
“There,” Jes said, patting the Were on the chest. “Now you’re mine. What’s your name?”
“Tiffany. I’m Tiffany James,” said the Were. “Can… can I get up now? Please? I don’t really like sitting in the tub like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.”
“Fine,” Sam said, breaking the partial glamour that had her locked down. Tapping the shower head, Sam looked at Tiffany. “Alright. You clean up, we’ll have a nice meal, and then get going. One of you is going to be lunch. Figure it out for yourselves who gets to be the meal.”
Sam left the bathroom and started heading for the bedroom.
Then stopped.
Going back, he picked up the curtain, then opened a tiny slip into his own plane and pushed it through.
There. All set.
Sixteen - Instincts -
Sam looked at the floor.
He couldn’t even tell where the stain had been.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m just… not suited for the work I do. I’d have made an amazing househusband.
Pity.
Sighing, Sam shrugged. The vomit and urine was all cleaned up, and the apartment was back to the way it had been.
“All done,” Jes said, walking into the living room. “Oh, good job, Sweetie. That looks like nothing happened.”
“Thanks,” Sam said, smiling at Jes. “I’ve found that if I use vinegar for urine and baking soda for vomit, I can get a good amount of it up almost all on its own. No reason to use Essence if you have the time and patience.”
Jes nodded her head at that, then turned partly sideways and gestured to the big Cambion beside her.
“Wren’s going to be lunch before we go disperse the pack,” Jes said. “Tiffany is cleaning herself up and said she wants a quick nap.”
Sam shrugged. He didn’t really care who he ate.
“Let’s use the guest bedroom so Tiffany can sleep,” Jes said, taking Wren by the hand. She turned and led the big woman into a different room.
Sam followed, but he did pause to glance into the bathroom.
Tiffany was standing in the shower, naked and facing the shower head. It was literally spraying into her face.
She stood motionless, letting the water run over her. To him it was obvious she was evaluating what she’d just agreed to.
Admiring the view, Sam wondered if she’d taste like a normal Were. Were always had a gamey flavor to him.
Turning back to the task at hand, Sam went into the bedroom.
Jes was already undressed, having set her clothes to one side.
Wren was working at the heavy vest she’d been wearing underneath her clothes. Apparently, she didn’t go anywhere without wearing body armor.
“You’re just… going to have sex with me and eat my orgasm?” Wren asked, pulling her arms out of her vest.
“Accurate, if lacking in details,” Sam said as he removed his own clothes.
“Does that mean I won’t feel it? It’ll just be sex without end?” Wren asked.
“No. You’ll have a normal orgasm, I’ll just feed off it when you do. You won’t even notice a difference,” Sam said. “Except it’ll be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”
Wren stepped out of her pants and underwear, then looked from Jes to Sam. “Uhm, so… what…?”
Jes hopped up into the bed, laid down on her back, and spread her lovely legs apart, displaying her perfect privates.
“Come on over here and use that mouth of yours,” Jes cooed at the Cambion. “And in a moment, Sam will get behind you.”
Wren looked unsure for a split second, then crawled up into the bed. She got down on her hands and knees, and her head went down between Jes’s thighs.
“Ooh, yes. That’s good. I want a lot of tongue,” Jes said, her hands coming down to rest on Wren’s head.
Smirking, Sam slid up onto the bed and got behind Wren. Jes wasn’t into women, but she seemed to have a real solid grasp on how to manipulate his meals into their maximum potency.
She rarely engaged them before Sam was in them, but she knew when to engage first or at the start to make it good for the one they were eating.
Which made her own meals taste better, she’d said.
Wren’s rear end was larger than he’d thought. Her hips were quite wide. She had a big body and a good figure. He was already thinking of all the ways to enjoy her Amazonian-like self.
“Nn, yeah, get it in there,” Jes said, shifting her hips into Wren’s face. There was a wet noise in response as Wren’s head moved slightly back and forth.
Sam laid his left hand on Wren’s rear and grabbed his tip with his right. Angling it up, he began stuffing it into Wren’s entry.
The Cambion pulled away from him at first, then slowly began pushing herself back toward him.
Laying both hands on her hips, Sam pulled on her until she fit perfectly in his lap, his hilt wedged tight between her thin lips.
“We’ll start slow, so you can keep giving Jes your attention,” Sam said. Reaching out into Wren, Sam slipped into her psyche as if the doors were wide open.
Wren was similar in many ways to Abigail. She just wanted to belong, feel love, and be appreciated.
She was a
lso a professional and had a hard time letting her feelings manifest.
Deep under all that, though, probably something she didn’t even know, Sam found that she wished to be dominated. Dominated, used, abused, and put away wet.
Especially by a demon.
It was part of her nature as a Cambion.
This was clearly why Jes was making Wren eat her out at right at the start.
Holding tight to her soft skin, Sam began to move back and forth. His manhood glided in and out of her extremely slick insides.
Wren moaned deeply after several seconds, making Jes shiver.
“Oh, you’re giving her a good one, Sweetie,” Jes said. “Make her moan some more for me. I like it.”
Looking up toward Jes, he found her smiling at him as she watched him ride Wren.
Smiling back at her, Sam started to turn up Wren’s sensitivity, pushing himself harder into her but not faster.
Wren started to let out short, choppy moans in time with Sam pushing deep into her.
Jes’s fingers tightened in Wren’s hair, and she started to grind her hips into the Cambion’s face. “Goodness, yes. Eat me all up, Wren. Give my partner everything at the same time. Roll your hips, push back into him, squeeze him tight.
“You want to make him cum hard, right?”
Wren moaned an affirmative and started to move backward into Sam, her hips rolling at the same time.
“Good girl,” Jes said, grinding away at Wren with her hips. “Make him cum. Make him fill you up with his seed. Because you secretly want to be overpowered, don’t you? You want to be used.”
Wren shivered at Jes’s words, pushing harder back at Sam. At the same time, it was clear she was eating Jes out desperately.
“That’s right. You want to know your place, to be pushed into it,” Jes said, pausing for a second as Wren moaned in the affirmative against her nethers. “Exactly. Make me cum with your mouth. Be used completely.
“Make him cum at the same time. Make him cum knowing you’re going to get pregnant from it. Because that’s what an Incubus does, you know.
“You need to work him so hard that he has no choice but to fill you up, and you do what you know you’re meant to do. What your race is supposed to do. Breed.
“Breed for me, Wren. Breed with my partner. I want to see him fill you up as you push that tongue up into me. Eat it all and take it all, you filthy mutt.”
Wren quivered. She was practically slamming herself back against Sam now, only to then move forward and dive hard into Jes.
For his part, Sam was impressed. Jes had systematically attacked every nook and dark cranny in Wren’s mind, and she’d hit all the ugly parts of it at the same time.
He could feel Wren’s insane desire right now—she could barely think beyond wanting exactly what Jes had said.
The big Cambion wanted to get knocked up, used hard, played with, and put away broken and dripping.
Then used again.
Sam usually had to dig into them with his psyche to hit someone like Jes had just done.
Grinning at Jes, Sam started plowing down into Wren as hard and as fast as he could.
We all have our talents.
“That’s right, Wren, he’s really into it. Get him to cum now. Earn it. Own it. Make him put a child in you. Just like any good Cambion. Do it now. Earn it,” Jes said, her fingers tight in Wren’s hair, pushing her privates hard into the other woman’s mouth.
Wren was moaning loud enough that Sam wondered if her volume was broken. Ripping at her psyche, pushing hard at her, and trying to drive himself through her and out her mouth, Sam rode her into Jes.
Then Wren came—and came hard. Her whole body tightened up, her back flexed, and her insides squeezed down hard on him.
Sam eagerly began devouring everything that poured out of her. It had a slightly smoky flavor to it, but it was an amazing taste.
Right around the time he felt her hit her peak, Sam got an Essence spike ready for her.
Jes beat him to it, though, skewering Wren with her own Essence spike.
Trembling hard, Wren let out a low moan against Jes’s slit, her mouth still pressed hard to the Succubus. Then Wren started to squirt all over Sam’s thighs.
How delightful. I haven’t had a squirter in a while. She’s a definite keeper.
As Wren flew upward to her new peak, Sam waited. He ate from her and smashed her down into Jes with his hips.
When Wren finally started to tumble down, Sam slammed his own Essence spike into her, not letting up on her at all. He was absolutely determined to take everything from Wren.
She could handle it, after all; she was a Cambion.
Wren couldn’t move outside of the wild shuddering of her body as her mind could barely register anything anymore.
“He’s going to cum now, Wren. Show him you want it—show him you want his child. Earn it. Earn it right now. Earn your race’s respect, be the Cambion you should be,” Jes said and made Wren explode into sexual heights she’d never known. “Earn your pregnancy.”
Wren cried out into Jes’s privates and practically threw herself backward at Sam. She squeezed hard on him with her channel, rolling her whole body with it. Her mind was gone, lost in Jes’s provocation and the massive orgasm she was still riding.
High-pitched moans were constant in Sam’s ears as Wren became way beyond overstimulated.
Feeling his own desire at the right spot, he contemplated pulling out of Wren and diving into Jes.
“Fill ’er up, sweetie. You already taste amazing,” Jes said. “Fill ’er up to the brim. She’s earned all of it. Till she drips.”
Sam lost control of his climax and came hard. Pushing down into Wren, he did his best to do what Jes had told him. He wanted to put it directly into her womb.
Grunting, he thrust hard into Wren, who only moaned in response, pushing back into him and still eating Jes out.
He could feel Jes feeding on him, even as he pushed harder into the Cambion. Then she spiked him, and Sam lost all control and did his best to thrust through Wren and impregnate her.
A minute later, Sam finally came down, Wren bent down low between him and Jes, moaning.
“Good job, Sweetie,” Jes said, still holding Wren’s head, her fingers idly sliding through her hair. “Keep at it, Wren; I need a cool down. That was a lovely climax for me.”
Wren only moaned and rolled her hips into Sam. She continued to push back into Sam’s hilt as she kept her head down between Jes’s thighs.
Checking quickly, Sam found he’d almost lost control over his ability to prevent his partners from getting pregnant.
But thankfully, he hadn’t. He’d put a dry load in Wren.
Jes had almost gone full Succubus on him and made him do something against his will.
Grinning at his partner, Sam raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if she knew how close it had come.
Jes only smiled at him as Wren continued to eat her out.
She knew.
“Let’s go again, actually,” Jes said.
“Sounds like a plan,” Sam said.
Patting Wren on the hip he gave Jess a smile.
“Roll over Wren, this time we’ll pin you down,” he said.
Wren moaned and slowly pulled herself off Sam, and away from Jes. Rolling onto her back into the wet spot she’d made.
Sam watched with amusement as the dazed and extremely well stimulated Cambion sunk into the bed. She spread her legs wide open and laid there.
“Good girl,” Jes said and then sat herself down lightly on Wren’s face. She moved Wren’s hands around until she could put her knees into them. Effectively trapping the upper portion of the Cambion down. “Work my clit this time. Lots of tongue. Okay?”
Wren moaned under Jes, her chin moving up and down as she got to work.
Grinning, Sam took hold of Wren’s thighs, and then pushed his slick manhood up into her.
With a wet squish seed spilled out of her and dripped down along her fl
esh. Wren shivered and moaned again, her stomach flexing.
Pulling Wren’s knees up, Sam held onto her, and started riding her once more.
***
“Turn left up ahead,” Tiffany said.
Sam nodded and then eased into the left lane.
“I can’t believe that happened,” Wren said from behind them.
“It did happen, and it was great,” Jes said. “All four times.”
The Cambion seemed floored at the three way they’d had. Floored and worried.
“I’m not pregnant,” Wren said.
“No. You’re not pregnant,” Jes confirmed again. “You can try to earn it again next time.”
This exact exchange had already occurred five times.
“Did you break her?” Tiffany asked with a nervous laugh in the passenger seat.
Sam glanced over and gave her a wide smile.
“You’ll find out later,” he said.
Tiffany blinked several times at that and then nodded her head, swallowing hard. “Yeah, guess I will.”
“Not for a few days, though,” Jes said. “I’m thinking Sam and I are going to enjoy Wren for a while. Lots to experience.”
“You are?” Wren asked.
“Oh yes. Lots and lots to explore,” Jes said.
Glancing in the rear-view mirror after completing his turn, Sam saw Wren staring back at him with wide eyes.
Her brownish-red eyes looked nervous and a touch eager.
Personally, Sam didn’t care who he ate, and he didn’t mind feasting on Wren for a while. She’d been scrumptious and very willing.
“T-turn there,” Tiffany said. “Turn right into that bay there.”
She sounded nervous to Sam. Either from his teasing word play or having to dismiss her pack, he wasn’t sure.
Spinning the wheel, Sam did as instructed. Then he put the SUV in park and looked at Tiffany.
“Okay, go take care of that and come right back out. I’d like to be done here by today,” Sam said. “I can hit your landlord up and get your lease broken without a penalty, and you can get to moving out.”