Absolution: A Dominion Novel

by Lissa Kasey

  Con chuckled a husky laugh. “Is that so? How tragic. We’ll have to see what we can do about that.” He climbed onto the bed all sinew and ink, leaned over Luca and kissed me. We ate at each other’s mouths for a few seconds before he turned and kissed Luca’s cheek, and then reached down to slowly rub Luca’s cock. He ran his hand down the length of Luca, tracing over his balls and below to where Luca and I were joined. He ran his fingers around the base of me, sliding along Luca’s rim.

  Luca grabbed Con and held on hard. “Fuck!”

  “He’s got a dirty mouth,” I told Con.

  “He’s got a dirty everything,” Con said. He ran his other hand over Luca’s come stained chest. “Apparently already had a few orgasms tonight. Yet still complaining about not having another.” Con’s finger pressed against Luca’s rim and I felt the added pressure, the tightening of Luca’s body around mine as Con slid a single digit in beside my cock. Luca flailed, cursing, begging and writhing in our arms, body pinned between us.

  “Oh fucking God,” Luca said.

  “He likes that,” Con told me.

  Hell, I liked that.

  Con stroked his cock, finding the lube and adding some to ease his slide. His dick was thicker than Luca’s or mine. Heavily veined and cut like most witches were, the head was very defined. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, the way he tasted and stretched my jaw. I also loved watching Luca’s nose buried in Con’s pubes, cock down the back of his throat.

  I bent Luca forward, over Con’s lap, adjusting Luca’s hips like he was little more than a doll. “Suck him,” I told Luca.

  Con smiled and directed his cock into Luca’s waiting mouth. Luca swallowed the head of Con’s dick, taking that thick length down easily. He tried to pull back but Con shoved him down further, pressing his dick to the back of Luca’s throat and rolling his hips. Luca made a little gurgling, wet, half-choke before Con let him go to pull back and thrust forward, repeating the action. Drool dripped from Luca’s mouth. He held on to Con’s hips, steadying himself, his hips wiggling in time to Con’s thrusts.

  I got to my knees again, moved Luca’s hips a little and began to slide in again, slow at first, contrary to Con’s fevered pace. Watching Luca struggle to find his release as he danced on the edge. But watching them together was always too much for me. I could watch them for hours and come without participating. So my thrusts intensified, deeper, harder, faster, until I had to fight to keep my eyes open and watch them instead of just losing myself in the pleasure. I didn’t want to come yet, not until they did, no matter how much Luca’s little noises and tight body squeezed at my very soul.

  The slap, slap sounds of flesh rose in a musical with the wet slurp of Luca on Con’s cock. I rammed into him hard, not worrying about my strength in that moment as Luca didn’t protest. In fact his little noises said he wanted more.

  Con leaned forward to capture my lips, one hand still firmly guiding Luca’s head, the other trailing over Luca’s flesh until he found where we joined again, adding not one but two fingers. Luca screamed around Con’s cock, his body spasming around me, gripping me like a vice, breaking up the pace of my thrusts and pulling at me so hard I came undone, spurting into him.

  Con bit my lip, holding it there between his teeth as he came, shooting himself down Luca’s throat and making me bleed. He licked at the wound, all of us breathing heavy, his cock slipping from Luca’s lips, and Luca rested his head on Con’s thigh. I thrust a few more times into Luca’s warm body, enjoying how tight he became around me, before easing free and watching his hole gape in wanting.

  “Fuck,” Luca grumbled.

  “Hmm,” Con said into my lips. “That was nice to come home to.”

  “Better than dumbass drunks, right?” I teased.

  “So much better,” he agreed. He stroked Luca’s ass, even putting his fingers back into Luca’s still clenching hole. Luca trembled and cried out. “Oh yeah, sensitive boy pussy.”

  I traced the rim with my fingers, slipping two in beside Con’s. “He clenches so nice.”

  “Stretches well,” Con remarked. “Bet we can both fuck him at once.” He smiled down at Luca. “How many times have you boasted about being double-teamed?” Con added two more fingers, forcing Luca to stretch around us. “Bet I could put my fist in there, make you sing.”

  “Yes,” Luca moaned. “Please.”

  I pulled my fingers out and put my hands on Luca’s hips to turn him, giving Con better access by putting Luca on his back, ass facing Con. Of course, he was getting hard again. “He is like the energizer bunny,” I remarked.

  Con laughed. “Right? And so dirty.” Con rubbed Luca’s spend into Luca’s skin. Some of mine leaked from his gaping hole and I spread that over him too. It was odd how comfortable I felt in that moment. Luca sprawled out between Con and me, all three of us in union of one thing, Luca’s pleasure. My pleasure was great. Watching Con was good too, but unraveling the cool and calm exterior Luca showed at work? That was well worth basking in.

  My stomach grumbled, reminding me I needed a snack. I leaned over Luca licking down his come covered chest as Con coated his hand in lube. I traced my tongue over Luca’s hip and down to his thigh where the sweet smell of his blood was strong and throbbing along with his heart and his quickly filling cock. I nipped at the vein a few times playfully, feeling Luca nuzzle my cock, though it would take me longer and more blood to be ready to come again any time soon.

  I watched as Con worked into Luca, adding fingers, which were long and thin, delicate looking despite the ink across the knuckles. He started with three, then four, twisting and pressing part of his hand in, tucking the thumb close and rounding the fingers until he got to the knuckles. Those he worked at Luca’s ridge for a few minutes while I licked at sucked at Luca’s thigh.

  As Con pressed in, working past the knuckle and finally the palm, I bit into the vein in Luca’s thigh. His blood filled my mouth, while I added thoughts of intensity to go with the pressure of Con’s entire fist disappearing inside Luca’s body.

  Luca screamed again, body bucking in pleasure, while Con rolled his fist and I fed from Luca’s lifeforce. This was both the beauty and the horror of being a vampire. It was all about the blood. Feeding it, feeling it race in pleasure, and tasting the release beneath the copper bite. And that was okay. Watching Luca’s pleasure, sharing it with Con to create our own? That was worth living for.

  Epilogue

  Seiran Rou (From the short Samhain)

  The house flickered with eerie lights as I pulled my minivan into the driveway. I wondered if the effects were intentional since it was Samhain. It was just after six and almost completely dark. Every other house I’d driven by had already lit their pumpkins to shine into the night and ward off spirits. But most of the world celebrated Halloween, and the day was all about candy for them.

  I glanced back to the two carriers strapped into the second-row seats. My babies both mumbled unintelligible things and moved their little fingers. At almost five months, Mizuki and Sakura were quickly outgrowing their baby stage. Mizu was sitting up and rolling over often, on the verge of crawling, and Kura was fighting hard to not fall behind her big brother. I could put the two together on a play mat for hours and they’d entertain each other. It was often how I worked, only interrupted on occasion by infectious baby laughter, which had the rare power to make me smile.

  They kept me going. Without the twins I wasn’t sure how I’d wake up each day. I was learning to be stronger thanks to therapy that often added my friends and family to help work things out in a group rather than just leaving it all in my head. My kids deserved better than what I’d had growing up, and I was trying to provide that for them.

  I put the car in park and stared at the house. It’d been a while since I’d actually gone inside. Hanna and Ally had bought the mansion late last year with my mother, and my older brother, Jamie’s help. It had been a fixer-upper, now it was grander than the Rou Mansion. It was in the heart of downtown St. Paul
just off Grand Avenue. The street lined with amazing houses and architecture that inspired awe. The yards were small, but they’d had it fenced for security. It was smaller than the house my mother had built for me, but not by much. It was also a little too close to the neighbors for my liking.

  The main door of the house opened. Hanna stepped onto the porch. She wore a black dress that swept her ankles in flowing dark spider webs of lace and had a pointy witch hat on her head. “I guess they are waiting for us, babies. Let’s go celebrate the harvest.”

  I got out of the van, walked around the side, and then stripped off my coat and threw it on the passenger seat before opening the door to free my babies. Mizu’s eyes were wide.

  “What, you don’t like it?” I asked him as I twirled in my catsuit. It was molded brown leather custom ordered from a cosplay website. With a few minor modifications, including a dark green leather kilt to hide anything the suit showed off since there would be kids around, the outfit was perfect for the mini-masquerade that Hanna was hosting. “Daddy’s a tree. Can’t you tell?”

  I lifted my arms to display the branches and multi-colored leaves I’d woven through the fabric. Those leaves were real like the ones in my hair. My hair was green, a bit of my Father Earth power let out to play. The flowers and leaves real there as well, though I’d had Bryar help make it look nice. I’d styled it up so it would be out of the way and not a tempting handle for small grabby hands. Both babies had watched me play with the leaves with fascination on their faces. The fact that I’d made them from the brightest fall colors possible probably helped as all the books I read about babies stated that their eyesight would still be developing.

  Mizu squinted his eyes, and then sneezed. Sakura giggled.

  “Oh goodness, we better make sure you’re bundled up.” I crawled inside the van to unlock the baby seats and stepped into a pile of leaves. “How did those get in here?” Had I left the door open? The leaves crunched beneath my feet as I kicked them out the door. “Earth just follows us everywhere, doesn’t it babies?”

  The twins were dressed as pumpkins. Matching orange jackets, quilted and padded like pumpkins, though the jack-o-lanterns on the front were different, thick gloves and a brown stem hat that covered their ears, made up the outfit. Once they were both unstrapped, and put in the stroller, I double checked their zippers and ties. Everything was in place. Time to go inside, couldn’t avoid the crowd forever. I pushed them toward the door and where Hanna waited. She had known to give me time. They were all walking on eggshells around me, and it was annoying but I was still grateful for the space.

  “Look at our beautiful babies! Oh Ally, come look!” Hanna squealed as she came around the car to help with the carriers.

  Ally, her spouse, stepped out of the house looking like Marilyn Monroe, blond hair teased up, and frilly white dress. She barely spared me a glance, though since she treated the twins well, I ignored it.

  Two seconds later she too was squealing over the twins and talking baby talk. Mizuki and Sakura could reduce anyone to single syllable and high-pitched tones in half a heartbeat. “Their costumes are great! Perfect.”

  I’d been working on the costumes for weeks. Hanna had asked me a million times if I just wanted her to buy them something cute and simple, like a lion or those weird penguin suits. But I’d been adamant. My babies were going to celebrate Samhain the right way. Costumes were handmade, candy simple, the night began with lighting candles and ended with blowing them out.

  Jamie, my older brother, stepped out of the house and he was dressed like a giant teddy bear, pawed mitts and all. Kelly, his lover and my best friend, came down the steps behind him dressed as a hockey player, though instead of ice skates he had roller blades.

  “So this is what you were working on,” Kelly said. He kissed each of the twin’s foreheads. “Making them perfect little pumpkins.”

  “Press their tummies gently, right where the nose is,” I told him and pointed to the jack-o-lantern grin.

  Kelly pressed Mizuki and a pale glowing light poured through the little pumpkin.

  Hanna squealed again and turned Sakura’s suit on.

  “Had one of the IT people at work help me with that part,” I told them all. “But it’s LED so it’s safe and won’t burn out.”

  “That is amazing, Sei.” Jamie whipped out his phone and began taking pictures.

  “Oh I have to get mine too!” Hanna rushed back into the house. Ally took Kura out of her seat, and I got Mizu. Hanna came back out and called, “Everyone pose with the twins.” I let her snap a few pictures.

  Mizu yawned, and Kura snapped her lips wanting her nook. I had them in the pocket of my kilt, but was hoping to keep the kids awake a little longer by holding on to them.

  “The twins are already sleepy,” I said, though they’d had a nap today. Hanna had talked about taking them trick or treating. I had protested briefly, worried more about their safety, but as long as we did the normal Samhain stuff, I didn’t care if their momma wanted to walk them around and gather candy they couldn’t eat anyway.

  “Dinner should be ready,” Hanna said as she led us inside.

  “Seiran,” my mom called as we walked in the door. She was positively glowing with happiness as she crossed the room and kissed me lightly on the cheek before bending to kiss each baby. Mizu opened sleepy eyes and reached for her. She took him from me with an ease of movement only a mom could have. Kura made sleepy noises, but looked pretty comfortable in Ally’s arms. “I hope you’re hungry. The soup should be ready.”

  I followed her toward the dining room. The harvest theme ran throughout the house. My mother always hired professional decorators to make it memorable, but this year’s design was simpler, less commercial Halloween and more true Samhain. Maybe that was Hanna’s influence. The double glass doors from the dining room were open to let in the brisk air of the evening. Two tiny pumpkins and one larger one sat on the end of the table. My mom went to the door and shut it, closing out some of the cold and immediately the warmth of the fireplace eased some of the shivering in my bones.

  “The big pumpkin is yours. The little ones are for each of the babies. I thought you might want to light them before dinner,” my mom motioned to the chair on that end of the room. I took Mizu from her as I made my way across the room. His eyes were all over the bright orange blobs on the table. The past few weeks, each time we’d gone to the grocery store I’d pointed them out to him and Kura. I’d even taken them to a tiny patch that a co-worker owned so they could touch the leaves and take in the bright colors of the fall.

  The large pumpkin was carved with an intricate tree spanning almost the full length of one side and was duplicated on the opposite side. My name was written in the base of the tree in large letters. The two smaller gourds were similar, only instead of a large tree, they were little seedlings, sprouting out of the ground, each of the twins’ names carved into the tiny stalk.

  Baby fingers on my cheeks brought me back into the now as I realized tears were falling from my eyes. Mizu’s little fingers reached for my hair on one side, and touched my face on the other.

  “Sorry, baby. Daddy’s okay. Just tired.” I glanced around the room and realized that other than immediate family, no one else had entered the dining room with us. When Hanna had said it was a small party, I figured she would have invited some friends from work.

  Everyone took their seats, and waited for me it seemed, to light the candles and get on with it. “Sorry, everyone.”

  “No worries, Sei. Do you want me to take Mizu while you light the pumpkins?” Hanna appeared at my side, and held out her arms. I let her take him. Jamie handed me a lighter stick. I flicked it on, opening my pumpkin first, and reached inside to light the little white wick.

  The candle inside roared to life, casting the flickering shadow of a tree on the wall. When the two smaller pumpkins began to glow too, I felt more lighthearted. It would all work out. Sure being alone sucked, but I was really only as alone as I wanted to b
e. Everyone in the room was more than willing to come when called, whether it be for baby patrol or just a last-minute movie night. I stared around the room at my family and really loved them for being there. Even though there was an empty chair beside me, I didn’t feel as though he were far away. Maybe since this was the night of thin veils he was here somehow.

  That was just wrong. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t really there anymore, I reminded myself. Even if I couldn’t feel him in my head most of the time. The earth told me he still had some sort of existence, but couldn’t clarify it for me. The earth was a simple thing despite all its complexity. The earth had reabsorbed Gabe’s mortal form, though it told me the pulse of his energy had not been broken. Which I took to mean someday he’d return.

  I thought briefly of Galloway who’d gone to ground for five hundred years, leaving his Focus to fall into madness. Would that be my fate? I wasn’t sure I’d last five hundred years alone. Especially not if I outlived the family that surrounded me right that moment. What would I have left without them if Gabe was still gone? My heart still ached too deeply to even contemplate finding love again.

  My eyes went blurry. Damn tears. I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Waiters began bringing out bowls of pumpkin soup and slices of the cornbread I’d been craving all day. I could focus on food and family. It was the twins first Samhain. I had already taken dozens of pictures and done a little walk around our house with them, a small tea candle lit to cleanse the space and make way for prosperity. Sakura and Mizuki seemed to like the flickering of the candle, or it could have been the fairies that trailed along with us as we walked.

  Hanna and I set up the twins in their highchairs. I was used to my food being cold by the time the kids had eaten, but the waiters didn’t even bring our bowls until the twins had finished their pumpkin soup and were gnawing on pieces of bread. Both were my recipes, and I could feel the warmth of having them served for the holiday spread through me.