“Ahh,” I gagged. “It’s in my mouth. Motherfucker busted a blood nut in my mouth!”
The duke’s thrashing was getting weaker and weaker as his internal store of blood leaked out of his new hole. I spit repeatedly on the ground to get rid of the taste as I stepped off him, and flipped him over as easy as flipping a pancake. I walked over and grabbed his lifeless tongue in one hand, and one of his claws in the other. I dragged him toward a particularly thick oak lining the street.
“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do pig,” the Aesir went for a Cockney accent this time, and it sounded like shit. I told me that, but me told me to fuck off, me was busy.
The duke wasn’t exactly light, so I had to find a sturdy enough branch. There was one halfway up, so I tossed one end of his tongue up and over. I was back to whistling now. The imps had started to gather at the hole in the wall, and were watching me work. I shot them a smile as I made a little noose, and wrapped it around the duke’s neck. With a tug, I synched it tight. The duke made a final swipe at my Achilles, but I lifted my foot away from his strike, and stomped his fingers to powder.
“Now . . . now. Don’t ruin my fun,” I chided as I went to the dangling end of the severed tongue and started pulling.
The only thing I was worried about was the tongue snapping. I knew they were sturdy, but the duke weighed about as much as a small elephant. I grunted as I hoisted the Nosferatu’s limp body into the air.
The duke didn’t really struggle at the end. I probably hit something else that was vital when I stabbed him in the gut. That wasn’t my intention. I wanted him to swing for a while. I wanted to run back to the gym, grab a camera, take a few selfies, and maybe record a little video to post on a snuff site. Just a little something to get the Tikal’s attention, and let them know what they were in for if they fucked with me or mine.
Instead, Duke Santiago of the Tikal Cabal just voided his bowels in an undignified death only a minute after I strung him up.
“That was anti-climactic,” I sighed, before putting on a thousand-watt smile and turning to my very small crowd. “Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all week!” I waved and bowed to the shocked imps.
“Congratulations. You whipped his ass. Now, can you hand back over the controls. We’ve got to get out of here,” I knocked politely on my mental cage.
“Of course I whipped his ass. Did you actually think that saggy, old bastard stood a chance against me? I’m disappointed in your lack of faith. You really need to learn your full potential,” the Aesir shook my head.
“I’m trying, but no one will tell me anything,” I shot back.
“Not my problem,” the Aesir shrugged.
“How is it not your problem? We’re the same person!” I screamed, and slammed my mental fists against the cage.
“Are we really?” I felt my eye brow raise up like The Rock’s. “Last time I checked, you were a little bitch who let this bottom feeder kick his ass up and down the playground,” the Aesir smacked the corpse for emphasis.
“Let me out and I’ll show you who’s the little bitch,” I fired back.
“That’s the spirit. Now, if only you had the balls to back it up,” the Aesir grinned
“I’ve got plenty of balls, asshole,” I felt the cage weakening. Afterall, I was fighting myself, and knew a trick or two.
“Speaking of balls,” the Aesir grabbed a hold of our cock. “We have a date with destiny.”
Before I could respond, we’d moved. I blurred past the imps, into the gym, and skidded to a halt by Fontaine’s corpse. The werewolf’s head was sitting on the receptionist’s desk, with Dani’s bloodied axe taking a breather on the wall nearby.
“Mmmm,” the Aesir purred. “I love the smell of severed heads in the morning,” I grinned at the two women standing on either side of the head.
Both looked like they’d seen better days. The fight with Fontaine had been tough on them. It’s not my fault if I made it look easy. Dani’s clothes were in tatters, which only made my cock that much harder. Half her shirt was ripped off and I had a great view of her tit and the blue bra that looked like it was on its last leg. Her pants had been nearly shredded by Fontaine’s claws, and a simple tug would let me grab a hold of that ass.
Ariana’s clothes were in better shape, but she was black and blue on a good chunk of her body. Still, I saw the glint in her eye as she saw me sitting there, rocking out with my cock out.
“Cam . . . how . . . when . . . what . . .” Dani stuttered, but shut up when Ariana put her finger against the dwarf’s lips.
“Shhh,” she whispered. I must have looked like a starved grizzly eyeing up a Slim Jim. “Follow my lead.” The imp turned toward me and turned her sex hoodoo up to eleven.
I felt the magic wash over me, and a satisfied rumble escaped my chest. Ariana advanced on me, a predator in her own right, and gently ran her hand up my arm. Dani, bless her heart, followed her lead. Her more-calloused fingers traced patterns along my opposite hip.
I grabbed both women and pulled them tight against my sides. They each gave a squeak as their wounds pressed against my body, but they’d get over it. I turned and look down at Dani. The dwarf’s heart was beating like a jackhammer in her chest, so strong her tits jiggled with every beat. I locked eyes with her, and slowly lowered my mouth to hers. She practically melted into me as our lips met. She tasted like the heart of the earth, and not in a dumbass-who-eats-dirt kind of way. She was spring, the opportunity for something new, all wrapped up into one very-fuckable package.
Eventually she needed to come up for breath. “You said the price would be my ass. I didn’t think it was literal,” she gasped, as I squeezed her downstairs cheeks for emphasis.
“Don’t forget about me,” Ariana whispered in my ear, and hit me with some more sex magic.
I turned toward her, and didn’t have to bend down as much to meet her lips. Unlike Dani, she was like a live wire of pent-up sexual need. We’d nearly fucked. It doesn’t count if I only had my tip inside her before her dad walked in on us. She wanted to finished the job, and she set the tone by reaching down and taking my dick in her hand.
I groaned as she started to stroke, and did my best to pull a Nosferatu and use my tongue to make her do my bidding. I don’t know how long we did the tongue tango, but my dick was slick with precum, and Dani was growing restless.
“Hey, you two,” she cut us off by putting her hands on both our chests. There was something incredibly stimulating about the dwarf’s hand on Ariana’s tit. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more private.”
I looked over my shoulder. The rest of the imps were standing there . . . watching us. Their breathing was labored and they had a hungry glint in their eyes. After all, they were all probably part sex creature; and the gotta-fuck’em-all mojo the three of us were putting off must feel like a bonfire in the artic.
“Good idea,” I easily picked both women up and threw them over my shoulders. It gave me the opportunity to literally kiss their asses. If anyone says being a kiss ass is a bad thing, then they’ve never lived like I have.
There weren’t many places to go, so I carried them into the first room I saw. It just happened to be Thomas’s office. Today was just coming up aces for me. I couldn’t think of a better way to end the day than rubbing my nuts all over Thomas’s safe space.
“Well, penetrating his daughter is probably going to be a tad more satisfying.” I had to play devil’s advocate on that one.
I swiped all his shit off his desk like they did in the movies and dropped Dani on her stomach. The desk was a glass, modern piece, and her nipples pancaked against the surface was a fucking work of art.
“Hey there, cowboy. If you’re looking to ride this bull, you should . . .” the dwarf abruptly cut off as Ariana kneeled down and flicked her clit with her tongue. “Never mind,” Dani moaned as she melted under the imp’s pleasure.
Not that I didn’t enjoy the view of Ariana muff diving, but I felt a little left out. All I could do
was sit there and jerk my rod as Dani seriously got into the imp’s tongue work.
“M . . . master,” a small hand touched my cock, and my head snapped around.
Fern was standing beside me, naked; the nipples of her tiny tits as sharp at the pair of daggers she’d used to stab the naga with. At the moment, I didn’t know where the snake girl was, and I didn’t care. My eyes were on Fern.
“I know you don’t always want me to . . . but . . . I can . . .” she stammered; unsure of herself.
I cut her off by taking the sides of her head in my hands, and guiding it down to my cock. I might not always like that Fern called my master, but the Aesir fucking loved it. Her mouth was also tighter than virgin pussy, and she sucked better than a dust buster.
I threw back my head and let the pleasure wash over me. The Aesir basked in it like it was his soul purpose for being. It filled him, empowered him, and gave him strength over me. If I wasn’t getting blown by a pixie while an imp ate out a dwarf, I might actually give a shit that I was still locked in a mental closet.
Fern gagged as she slammed my dick halfway down her throat. That brought me out of my internal debate. I slowly pulled her head back until my slobber-covered tip felt the open air. Ariana felt the moment, and pulled away from Dani.
“Damn, girl, don’t stop,” the dwarf wiggled her ass.
Ariana caught my eyes and waved me in. My hands gripped the dwarf’s hips tightly, and I roughly spread her legs more. I needed a little more space to work with than Ariana.
“Remember where I like those fingers,” Dani looked over her shoulder at me. I held her gaze as I slowly pushed inside her.
She was slick and ready thanks to the imp, but my cock was so full of blood it was a tight fit. Dani gripped the edge of the desk so hard it cracked as I started to fuck her. My thumb found its way into her ass, and she came right then and there. Her pussy contracted around my cock, and she just held me there for a second. I took the time to see what Ariana and Fern were up to as Dani squeezed my cock like a vise.
Plain old Cam would probably be busting his nut already, but the Aesir in me was good for something other than mindless killing. I now had the stamina of an Olympic-level stud. Still, when I saw the imp and pixie, I almost sprayed by spunk all up in Dani.
“Oh fuck . . . oh fuck,” the pixie was sitting on the edge of the table, her back arched, as Ariana finger banged the shit out of her. The imp was using her tongue to give particular attention to Fern’s nipples, and the pixie was loving it. Hell, I was too. Ariana was feasting on the smorgasbord. There wasn’t a bruise left on her.
As I resumed to pump Dani like a Texas oil rig, I reached over and grabbed Fern’s chin. The pixie’s eyes were rolled halfway into the back of her head, but she leaned forward so I could kiss her. Ariana repositioned to allow it to happen, and used her other hand to fondle my balls.
If anyone was watching, we probably looked like the Cirque du Soleil of fucking. Despite the Aesir’s need to be large and in charge, I was pretty sure Ariana was the ringmaster of this whole fuckfest; because that’s exactly what this was: a festival of fucking at its greatest.
This was the first time I’d kissed Fern, and it didn’t disappoint. Dani was spring. Ariana was a live wire of sexual energy, and Fern was peace. Kissing her was like settling into a familiar chair, thumbing open a good book, or turning on Netflix to binge; although we were past all that to the Netflix and chill phase.
Being balls deep in Dani, Fern trying to eat my tongue, and Ariana working my balls like a succubus speed bag was too much even for the mighty Aesir in me.
“I’m gonna cum,” the voice that came out of me was deep, visceral, and not my own.
Dani’s legs were like Jell-O after the trip to pound town, so when I pulled out, she collapsed down to the floor. Ariana was there to catch her, and Fern gave a full body shiver before jumping down to join them. I grabbed my cock and jerked the shit out of it as I looked down at their expectant faces.
The last time I’d done this had been with Littlekittycat69. That had been a bit of a letdown. Never meet your porn heroes; so, I’d used my glamour to screw with her. That wasn’t this time. These women weren’t here to fuck me for a quick buck, or likes and clicks on Pornhub. These women were here because they cared about me. They’d fought beside me, taught me, and helped me find myself in this crazy, screwed up supernatural adventure I was on. I used to be just some human townie looking to score a quick buck. With these three women kneeling in front of me . . . I felt like a god.
I grunted and thrust my hips forward as I blew my load all over the place. Being half-Aesir didn’t suddenly double the size of my balls, but being in a four way was sexy as hell, and my ejaculation kicked like a mule as a result. My streams of spunk splattered across Fern and Dani’s faces; giving them a nice glaze. Ariana gobbled up a weaker second stream, and instantly went into an epileptic fit. I’d seen it before, and I knew she’d be fine. Hell, she’d wake up and feel the best she’d ever felt in her whole life.
“You’re welcome.”
So, I didn’t give her crumbling to the ground a second thought. I was too busy milking myself dry. Dani got another ribbon on her world-class tits, which she started to smear over her naked flesh like body paint. After that, I was spent. The final dribble just kind of fell on the floor in front of me, but Fern wasn’t one to waste anything. She surged forward to clean my dick like the helpful servant she was.
“And that’s what life’s all about,” the Aesir in me happily opened the cell in my mind and stood aside to let me out. “Call me when you want to have some fun.”
Fully back in control, I stumbled from sudden exhaustion, and accidentally forced my dick a little farther into Fern’s mouth. Thankfully, I wasn’t even at half-mast. I took a deep breath as my head swam from the sudden shift in perspectives, and that’s when I heard the creek of a shifting floorboard. I whirled on instinct, and found Butters trying to quietly back out of the room.
Our eyes met, and for the second time in as many days, I found myself in a super-awkward situation. I looked around. Ariana was lying on the floor, her supernaturally-flawless body practically glowing with the power boost I’d given her. It was only slightly ruined by the cum-drool dribbling down her cheek.
Dani was sitting on the ground, rubbing her ass, with a decent amount of spunk splashed across her face and chest. I’d made her my own personal old fashioned glazed donut.
She looked up at Butters and stated, “This is exactly what it looks like,” with a tired grin.
Last but not least, Fern was hiding behind my legs, and peaked her own cum-covered face around to take a look at Butters. “Who is this, master?”
Butters took all that in, and gave me a sad look. My face must have mirrored hers, and I just shrugged as she shut the door behind her.
“She’s too good for you,” the Aesir whispered in my mind.
For once, we agreed. Butters was too good and pure to be with the likes of me.
***
One hundred and seventy miles away, Lilith rocketed upright in her bed. Emerald light flooded the cell as power rushed into her like a broken damn.
“Cam, you fucking stud, you,” she cried out as she ripped her prison-issue jumpsuit to shreds to get at her pussy.
She grabbed her tit and shoved two fingers inside herself as power pour into her. It felt like it was coming from everywhere. She was being drowned on all sides by sexual energy, and she fucking loved it. It tasted like she’d just cannonballed into a vat of cookie dough ice cream and was cramming as much into her mouth as supernaturally possible. She was a fat succubus whore who couldn’t get enough, and she was totally fine with that.
She arched her back, pinched her nipples, and deployed the shocker on herself: two in the pink, one in the stink. She savored the sensation and never wanted it to end. Like all good things, it eventually did, and by then, she was a complete wreck.
When the guards came to get her in the morning, the cell st
ank of sex, and she’d completely destroyed her clothes and sheets.
“Bill me,” she sighed in content as they yelled at her.
Her man was safe, happy, and on his way home. Now, she just had to get back to him.
Chapter 15
“I’ll admit, I’ve been gone for a while,” I squinted up at the white light trying to scorch my retinas. “So, things might have changed. Last time I checked, it was customary to take a person to dinner, a movie, maybe buy some flowers and chocolate, before they let someone stick something in their mouth,” I grinned, and then gagged as a tube was shoved down my throat.
Dani’s snort echoed through the room. We weren’t in the penthouse, or down on one of the subterranean training floors. We were in a regular hotel room that just happened to look like an off-books surgical suite. The bed had been cleared away, and replaced by a reclining chair. Lights hung from the ceiling, there was heavy, protective plastic draped over everything, and a set of sterile tools lined up on one of those blueish surgical cloths. It looked like the perfect place for a murder.
We also weren’t alone. A lady in scrubs, with gray hair, and a frown hidden behind a mask loomed over me as I lay face up in the chair. She’s the one who jabbed the tube down my throat with one hand, and was holding a steel hook in the other.
“Cam, you’re one to talk,” Dani finished her chuckle and went back to the magazine she was perusing. I couldn’t be sure from the cover, but it looked like gun porn.
The third wheel didn’t say anything as she took a seat on the stool and started scraping the hook around my gums. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been to the dentist, but there had to be more plaque scraping than this. The lady leaned back after a minute, grunted, and put the instrument of torture back on the sterilized plate.
“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” I asked anyone willing to answer.
Right on cue, the door to the black-market suite opened up, and in walked a vampire. “You’re doing it because I said so, and we don’t want the UN with their head so far up your ass they can taste what you ate for breakfast,” Marcella strolled in like she owned the place; which, I guess she kind of did.
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