Nothing was perfect, and maybe part of it was rose colored glasses, but the last two weeks with William had been one of the best times of my life. He was worthy of my trust, and I felt incredibly safe and powerful, even as I was helpless and vulnerable under his sensual and insistent assault. Then our bodies met fully, and we were flush together, as one.
He teasingly brushed his fingertips on my sensitive ass, and he gave me a light grind that sent tingles exploding through me.
“You are so sexy, Kyra,” he said half in affectionate wonder, half in possessive lust, and both sent a thrill down my spine.
I bit my lip, and then squeezed around him as I rolled my hips. I grinned at the deep moan that drew from his mouth, and giggle gasped in pleasure when he spanked me for doing it. The dirty sting mixing with the radiating pleasure created a potent euphoria in me I couldn’t even explain. It wasn’t just the pure physical effect of it. It was the feeling of being his, being claimed, the emotions he engendered in me, that mixed with those deliciously naughty sensations, that made it all so overwhelming.
“If I am, you bring it out of me.”
He started to rock his body slowly and shallowly, and I ground my body back at the pace he set, making it better for both of us. He slowly ramped up the speed and length of his strokes, and every fourth or fifth stroke he either slapped, squeezed, or gently caressed my ass, and it was awesome not knowing which of those was coming. It drove me wild, and the way he firmly caressed my back, waist, and hips between those times was a mixture of claiming me as his, and worshipping me.
Then he was long-stroking me furiously, with the full length of his cock, the sounds of slapping flesh and the scent of sex quickly filled the small office. I surrendered myself to the pleasure of it, and to him. He wasn’t holding back, and the firm and wild strokes made me feel out of control, and so very sexy as he took his pleasure from my body, and gave me the same in return.
The euphoria built and lifted me toward my height quickly, as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my center. This wasn’t making love, it was a fast and dirty quickie, maximum pleasure in minimum time, and I was his. The pleasure coiled tighter, and I started to sweat as my heart raced. I moved wildly, wantonly under him, my whole body becoming a live wire that was almost too intense to bear.
Gasps, sighs of pleasure, and moans fell from my lips unbidden and uncontrolled, and the sounds of manly pleasure from his lips drove me to greater efforts.
As we started to ride the edge together, I was almost as desperate to cum, as I was to feel him empty himself in me. I felt my heart warm, and my body tingle in excitement, when I felt him expand in me, and heard that grunt that I now knew so well. I also knew he was struggling to hold back, and make me cum first.
I said beggingly, “Yes, William, fill me. I need it, to feel you take your pleasure in me,” in the sluttiest and hottest voice I could manage while breathless. Which as I’d been going for, broke that last vestige of control. I didn’t need to go first, and wasn’t worried about my pleasure, I knew I’d reach it as soon as he did.
He said my name like a prayer, “Katy,” and then crudely in the moment he went over, “Fuck!”
His first pulse pushed me off my own cliff as I’d known it would, I’d just bene that close, and I fell into an abyss of drowning pleasure as ecstasy rocked through my body. His strong hand gripped my waist just short of painfully, and he buried himself hard in me as he pulsed his seed into me, even as I released my own liquid pleasure around and over him.
It was potent, and my whole body trembled as I keened his name in blissful ecstasy. An eternity of bliss overwhelmed me, unending pleasure that was over far too soon.
His soft touch, the way he caressed my back and ass, felt sinfully delightful and loving as we came down from our heights. My heart felt like it would burst, but I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything stupid. It’d only been a couple of weeks, even if we were spending a lot of time together. More than usual, for dating.
He said, “My wild one,” in awe as he pulled out, then collapsed back in my chair as he pulled me onto his lap.
I smirked, “I needed that.”
Not the three words foremost in my mind, but they were a lot saner than the ones I wanted to say in that moment.
He kissed me softly, languidly, and said, “Anytime.”
I giggled, “Willing to sacrifice yourself to my needs? How noble of you,” I teased.
He nodded gravely, which made me snicker.
Then I kissed him softly, as I twisted around and straddled his legs in the chair.
“Time for more sacrificing, I think, before dinner.”
He laughed, and accused, “Minx.”
“Complaining?”
He snorted, “Never, but I need a few minutes to recharge.”
I smirked, “Maybe I can help with that.”
I slid off the chair and looked wickedly up into his eyes, from my knees.
Chapter Eleven
The table was filled with empty plates, and my stomach was full and I was feeling warm. Every one of us sat around the large dining room table, it was the next night and one of our joint dinner nights. Things went a lot less awkwardly that day then I feared they would after the day before. I wouldn’t say we were best buds or anything, but that was normal.
Celeste, Sabine, Karl, and William were all becoming close friends, but the rest of them didn’t make any effort at all to spend time around me or help out with my plans that they’d also made their own. I got along with the rest though, for the most part, and that kind of thing was normal. I didn’t need them to be my friends, but we would be a community. It was only Joseph and Linda that had lost my trust, it’d take time for them to earn it back, if they even wanted to. But, I didn’t dislike them either.
With dinner over, it was time to discuss business.
“The press coverage is waning, as is public interest, though the outliers on our side and against us are still actively engaged the rest of humanity are moving on as the shock wears off. Just one more shocking news story I suppose. More importantly, neither the councils or the US government has done anything or said anything related to it.
“Point being, I think I should give another interview, and push things a bit again to see what happens. I had the idea of inviting the press here. Maybe just Carol and Liz, and one of their cameramen. Give them a tour of the place, see how we’re living our lives. It will be difficult to make the government address it and the councils’ hunting policy. The only way I know how to do that is to rouse the population to pressure them, and even that might not work, but we do need to do something to keep the story fresh. I plan to kick the government in the teeth too, during the interview, see if we get any reaction and spur them to actually do their jobs for a change.”
I doubted it, but anything was possible. Truthfully, I thought it most likely we’d always have to hide, but there was a part of me that refused to give into that and not even try. Eventually, something would happen that way, but realistically it could take a very long time.
Cindy asked, “Is that dangerous?”
I shook my head, “The enemy won’t be able to find us from a video recording. Fae mounds are in other dimensions, their own dimensions. They can know we’re hiding in one, that doesn’t mean they can find us. Other concerns, ideas, alternate suggestions?”
Joseph said, “How likely is it to work. You’re asking corrupt humans to reign in corrupt supernaturals.”
I nodded, “You’re not wrong. I’ve talked about that with Linda too. If we have to, we can live in hiding using the enchantments. You’re only stuck here until you can fully control your magic, and learn to fight competently in self-defense. The problem is violence is an even worse solution, we’ll never get our way if we go that route.”
He replied, “Hiding is cowardly.”
I shrugged, “I fight when I have to. I fought to save your life, and I would fight to save mine, or the life of anyone at this table. I put m
y life on the line to bring everyone here, that’s not cowardice. Not fighting and committing violence to topple a government isn’t cowardice either, it’s realism. It would never work, and all we’d do is turn the world against us even more firmly. Forget justice, we won’t win just because we’re right. Once your trained in two years, you can go your own way and decide for yourself, but fighting a one man, or an eight-person war, is suicide.”
Like Linda, he didn’t look convinced, but I wasn’t going to waste more energy on the same old argument. I just had to hope they’d find that wisdom over the next two years, and they obeyed the rules in the meantime.
“Anyone else?”
After a long silence, I said, “I’ll send Carol an email inviting them to join us for a day, and let you know when I hear back.”
Karl asked, “Any idea what we’re doing for our next outing, in a couple of weeks?”
I shook my head, “No, but I’m open to suggestions. It’s your field trip. You guys should discuss it, but no splitting up in a huge park full of people again.”
We broke up after that, and I pulled out my phone and sent the e-mail on the spot. I was fairly positive she’d go for it, but it was possible we were just old news by now, so I was a little nervous about it. When I finished, everyone was cleared out except for William, Celeste, and Terrance. The former was with me every night, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of me or I him, and I don’t mean just the sex. We were busy enough that we were separate for most of the day after martial arts practice, and eager to spend time with each other by the end of the day.
The latter two were a different story, they must’ve wanted something they hadn’t wanted to bring up in front of the others.
“What’s up?” I asked them.
Terrance replied, “We can’t leave on our own, but visitors, you never said we couldn’t have any?”
I frowned, “Probably because I expected your lives would be cut off from the past, it’ll be dangerous to keep that connection once you move on and live in the real world again. What did you have in mind?”
Celeste said, “The videos we’ve been posting have gotten a lot of hits. We also miss our friends,” a shadow of grief went over her face, probably remembering her best friends who were all dead thanks to the council that hunted her, “We could get them here, and send them home. We’ve been keeping in contact with them with our phones, and on social media, but we’d like to see them.”
Terrence said, “I know my friends’ rooms, well enough to open a gateway, it should be safe enough, and if there’s an accident here Muriel can make sure no humans get burned, much less die, right?”
I blew out a breath, my first inclination was to say hell no, but would it be a problem? Complicated maybe, but that was life, wasn’t it?
“True. If their parents are okay with their kids visiting a half-demon community in another dimension, I have no problem with it.”
William laughed. He’d probably imagined the same thing I did, some kid saying he was going to spend the day at their half-demon friend’s house in another dimension.
Really, I couldn’t imagine them saying yes to that, though with a little spin a teenager might pull off getting permission.
I winked at him playfully, then said to the others, “No lying about it, or sneaking around for them, especially if you’re going to be posting videos and pictures of it on the web. If their parents say no, you’ll have to settle for keeping in touch with that friend via e-mail, text, and social media.”
I added a moment later, “And for Muriel to ensure their safety, she has to be watching. That means you’ll have to sacrifice your house privacy while you’re having friends over.”
Celeste grinned, “We can do that. Thanks, Kyra.”
I looked at them both, “You thought I’d say no, didn’t you.”
Terrence nodded, “We kind of did, but thanks, this is huge.”
Damn, I already regretted my decision. They were way too excited, and good kids or not that meant they were probably up to something.
I took a deep breath, and then pulled back on my paranoia. After all, maybe they’d just been missing their high school friends. Sadly, it wasn’t something I could relate too.
Chapter Twelve
“Welcome to my humble home,” I waved my hand at the nature around us, and the sun in the sky.
Both Susan and Liz looked around, speechless, while the camera guy got his act together and started panning the camera around.
I said, “Glad you could make it.”
Susan nodded, “We’ll talk about the government like you wanted, but we also have some tough questions for you.”
“I get that, my goals aren’t yours. It’ll also give me a chance to rebut the opposing sides misinformation. Not that they’ll believe it, but a few currently on the fence might.”
Liz nodded, “Don’t get us wrong. Your goals are laudable, and we don’t doubt your sincerity, but we’re not here to do a fluff piece, or your bidding.”
I smirked, like I expected any less?
“Tour first, and we can set up the interview in my home office, or out in a field if you want?”
They both agreed, and I showed them around the open nature, small woods, the farm, and where the houses were set up. My mound was getting bigger, eight houses now, all with at least an acre of property. I also described what a fae mound was, in essence a universe all it’s own, but at the same time a personal dimension that was grounded to the prime mortal plane of existence. They also got to meet all the others and exchange greetings, and even Joseph and Linda were somewhat polite.
They might not have believed my plan the best way, but at least they weren’t trying to sabotage it either.
After a quick tour of the house, Susan suggested we have the interview in the kitchen, to give it a more casual feel. I got us all a cup of coffee, as the cameraman set up the tripod and got the lighting to his satisfaction. Liz and I sat the table, while Susan loitered behind the kitchen island out of the frame.
“This is Liz Barnette, and I’m reporting to you from the kitchen of Kyra Bell. I may very well be the first reporter to ever leave earth through a hellfire gate, at least voluntarily. This house exists in another dimension, and Kyra has opened her house for us, to answer our questions.”
I nodded in agreement as I let out a chuckle.
Liz said, “It’s really quite fascinating, and more than I’d expected. Sunlight, nature, clouds, but you even have electricity.”
I said, “That’s thanks to the fae in my nature. I am quarter fae and quarter earth witch. In fact, without that part of my nature I don’t think I’d have been able to hide myself to reach maturity. Magic provides all of what you mentioned, and it maintains it.”
Liz asked, “So, how have things gone since we last spoke?”
I smiled, “We appreciate all the support we’ve gotten in protests and social media from the fair-minded humans out there living their lives and pushing for answers for all those that died in the unnecessary hunts. That helps a great deal, and I hope for continued support,” I shook my head, “Unfortunately, the support or at least discernment we ultimately need is from the government. The Nephilim have stonewalled, as have the congress and house.
“We hope the people’s continued support will one day force them to take a serious look at this, until then we must remain in hiding and apart.”
Liz replied, “You didn’t mention the president?”
I shrugged, “He can only enforce the laws. The current laws passed right after exposure put the councils in charge of all supernaturals for crime and punishment. Disturbingly perhaps, the police have assisted in the last couple of hunts, which is also against the law, making it harder for me to save those innocent teens before they were taken down.
“The only ones who can change it are in congress, and they’re so worried about reelection they’ve refused to even comment on it over the last four months, much less make a motion on the floor. It’s honestly a bit
disturbing, that innocent humans are dying to support corrupt Nephilim policies that show their disregard for human life, and your human elected officials don’t seem to care enough to even form a public opinion.”
Liz asked, “How were they involved?”
“In Seattle, the MTA police and a swat team shot at us, I had to put an illusion of a wall up to end their interference. In New Haven, a sharpshooter in a helicopter shot at a sixteen-year-old boy I was trying to save. That is unacceptable. The laws as they are, state human law enforcement provide intel and oversight only during supernatural takedowns.”
She tilted her head, “You agree with that?”
I shook my head, “Not really, I think they should be on our side,” I grinned, “but it’s the current law, and just another example that the government is dysfunctional. I’d like to see congress at least run an investigation. I’m all the proof needed, to at least prove the Nephilim don’t have to kill us as quickly as possible, regardless of the cost of human lives. The fact you’re sitting with me safe and sound, and I haven’t killed even one human in the course of rescuing other half-demons, should tell anyone with a working brain that they’re lying about us. In fact, several humans are alive because of me, that would otherwise have died. It’s been almost five years, and I still haven’t started an apocalypse,” I snorted.
She said, “Let’s move on. A few weeks ago there was an incident at Great Adventure in New Jersey, could you tell me about that.”
Well, damn. I had a feeling that was coming, I was a little surprised I hadn’t been asked in the first interview.
“There was an incident, but no lives were lost. Some people were hurt, accidentally, and I provided healing potions to heal them. I never claimed to be perfect, Liz. I’m new at all this, and a fun trip into the real world was perhaps a little premature. Most of the time, they’re perfectly controlled when not under threat of violence, but they weren’t advanced enough yet, and a fight got the best of one of my students.”
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