Calling All Heroes (Otherworld Book 2)

by James Cox

  She cried out, coming again. Her legs shook and her chest heaved as she took giant gulps of air. I shoved my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Stefen!” She screamed my name to the stars. Her body arched and Alexander let out a groan. His dick was still inside her. He must be feeling her orgasm. Aneen fell back to the ground. I laid my hand over her clit, but didn’t rub her. Her arms fell out to her sides like she was boneless. Her eyelids pried open. She looked beautiful with her cheeks pink from pleasure and her hair wild about the grass. There was some blood smeared on various parts of her body from Alexander.

  The half vampire grabbed my wrist.

  I jerked my gaze to him. His eyes were still that odd shade of blue with red streaks. “Alexander.”

  He hissed as he eased his shaft from Aneen’s pussy.

  Before my gaze could drift down to stare between her legs he was on me. I found myself on the ground in the grass with the heavy weight of him atop me. “Alexander.”

  He growled in my ear and tugged at my pants. He dragged them down my ass cheeks and to my knees. His fangs grazed my earlobe and he kissed the back of my neck.

  I felt his soft cock growing hard. “Alexander!” He nipped my shoulder before grabbing a handful of hair. He forced my head to the side and our lips met. The kiss was, well, it stole my breath. It was all tongue and fangs. He sucked on my bottom lip where he’d broken the skin earlier. The odd, almost bitter hint of blood swirled around my mouth. Alexander broke the kiss to rub his dick between my ass cheeks. How was he erect so fast? The stiffness against me belied the orgasm he just had. He pried open my cheeks and I shouted. “Spit!” Fear actually crossed my mind and I tensed in panic. But Aneen rolled over and placed her hand on my cheek. I felt her hand move up and down. Her knuckles touching me. She was stroking Alexander’s cock. I quickly stuck my fingers in my mouth, slathering them as best I could. I arched, guiding my fingers to my hole and pushed them inside. I was tight. Pain fluttered to life. If he’d charged inside me it would have stung worse than a sword.

  Alexander groaned.

  I spit on my fingers again, sending them back between our bodies. My two fingers invaded easier now. I slid them in and out, getting distracted by the pleasure. Aneen was suddenly running her hand up my spine. Alexander’s cock head was pressing against my ass. I gasped when he breached. The burn was almost as good as feeling Aneen skim her hand under my body and wrap her fingers around my dick. Alexander propelled deeper, sending shock waves through my nerves. I closed my eyes. Aneen stroked me, her palm circling the tip. She lost her grip when Alexander thrust a few inches inside me and I tried to lurch away. Pain flared but Aneen gripped my shaft tight. She laid beside me, stroking my cock and pressing her lips against mine. We kissed, our teeth knocking together and her tongue painfully skating over the cut on my bottom lip.

  Then Alexander grabbed my hips, his fingers dug into my skin and he thrust his thick dick inside me.

  I cried out. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. I alternated between the two emotions as his shaft stayed inside me, stretching and pulsing. Aneen slid closer. Her hand stroking my cock quickly and her breasts rubbing against my arm.

  “Mine.” Alexander growled and then started to truly take my breath away.

  He rode me brutally and it felt so damn good that I couldn’t stop groaning. The burn was so intense I had a hard time remembering to breathe. I began pressing back into him. His cock filled me, completed me as Aneen caressed me. I was dizzy with need, with want and then Alexander propelled so hard I cried out. Agony blurred my vision.

  Alexander pulled his dick out, leaving me empty. He flipped me over like I was a wet blanket and lifted my legs. He thrust inside me in one long, amazing heave of his hips.

  “Alexander!”

  Aneen was suddenly crawling over me. She licked at the tip of me and then suckled.

  I was consumed. I was burning up. My whole body was erupting nerves.

  Alexander opened wide and sunk his fangs into the top of my foot.

  Pain surfaced but was replaced by pleasure. His cock was ramming inside me over and over again. Aneen was licking at my foreskin like it was a damn sweet treat. Warm blood slithered down my leg.

  Alexander let out another great roar. The sound almost deafening. His voice held so much power, so much deep, dark dominance. He pushed completely inside and even then, he kept pressing. His balls pinched between our bodies. He was gasping when he slouched between my legs.

  Aneen wrapped her lips around my dick. She sucked softly and I laid my hand on her head.

  “More.” I whispered. I needed to come. I needed to come so bad I thought I’d die.

  She took a deep breath and began taking some of my shaft into her mouth. The princess of Otherworld was letting me bury my cock in her mouth.

  I came. Dullahan’s dick, I came hard. I thrust upward, shooting cum down her throat. Alexander’s shaft slid free of my ass. I shuddered and gasped until I was completely empty. Then my whole body fell away. I laid on the cold ground with not an ounce of will to move. Aneen collapsed beside me, licking her lips.

  “Aneen. Stefen.” Alexander still knelt between my legs. He stared at us like he didn’t know where we were or why we were all naked and exhausted. The red from his eyes remained even as he blinked rapidly. “Dullahan’s dick.” He sat back. “Did I hurt either of you?”

  “Not in a bad way.” I mumbled. I was too sore to move but that orgasm would stay in my memory for the rest of my life.

  Aneen gave him a lazy smile. “I’m good.”

  Alexander stared down as his flaccid cock hanging against his balls. “I’ve never been that rough before. I couldn’t stop myself.” He stared at the top of my foot. The boot gone. Blood still flowed from the savage wounds his fangs created. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea her blood would… You came for me and I hurt you both.” Alexander closed his eyes. “I’m a monster.”

  Aneen struggled to sit upright. “Although I think sex out in the open was dangerous and we could have used our time getting ready for the war…” She leaned over my body, between my legs and took his hand. “You didn’t hurt us. You’re not a monster.”

  “I was rough.”

  She blushed. “I-I kind of liked it.”

  Alexander pulled her into his arms.

  Her stomach laid against my softening cock and her bare ass was ripe for the grabbing. I restrained myself. “I love you, Alexander.” She kissed him then untangled herself to sit beside me. “I love you, Stefen.”

  I shuffled to sit on my ass. My cock hanging now, the grass tickled my sore hole. “I love you, too. Both of you.”

  Alexander stared at me. “How the fuck could I get so lucky?” He kissed me, his tongue sliding across my lower lips. His fangs were gone, but he sucked on the cut until I groaned. “Let me heal you.”

  My foot hurt almost as much as my ass. I nodded.

  He elongated his fangs and bit his wrist. The blood was a deeper red as it seeped out.

  I opened wide and took the healing elixir that was vampire blood into my mouth. I tried not to taste it and just gulped it down like strong ale. The moment it slithered thickly down my throat I coughed. An odd pain began in my throat. I pushed Alexander’s hand away and grabbed at my stomach. A throbbing worked its way through my gut and up to my chest. “It hurts.” It felt like I was getting pinched by a thousand angry fairies.

  “What? That’s never happened before?” Alexander said.

  “My blood.” Aneen said on a breath. “Alexander, your eyes have red in them. My blood is in my system and you just … you just gave it to Stefen.”

  Chapter Eight

  I fell to the side, curling up. My skin was hot and my muscles kept clenching only to relax and stiffen up again. I was going to scream I hurt so bad. My body was being torn apart from the inside. My blood was sizzling inside my veins. And then everything faded away. Aneen’s worried expression. Alexander’s handsome face. It all blurred together. I rolled to my back and watche
d as the stars danced. The light spun in the darkness like tiny fireflies during mating season. It was beautiful.

  “Stefen?” Aneen was calling my name.

  I heard her clearly and turned my head to stare at her sex-rumpled hair. Blood still smeared along her neck and her beautiful breasts. I felt better. No, I felt good. I sat up with Alexander’s help. Nothing on my body hurt. No soreness, the wounds from Alexander’s fangs were gone. “I don’t feel right.”

  “Well, of fucking course.” Alexander stared into my eyes like he was searching for something. “No one’s ever had her blood before and … fuck me, he’s got red in his eyes, too.”

  I did? “What does that mean?”

  “I don’t have a fucking clue.” He placed his hand on my forehead. “His temperature’s down. Do you know who we are?”

  “Yes.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Do you know why we’re all naked?” Alexander asked.

  “Yes!” And we were all still naked. Both Alexander and I had our soft dicks exposed to the night air. Aneen had grabbed my shirt and placed it over herself. Alexander was pulling up his pants and then helping me untangle mine. We stood together, if not completely clothed, we were at least decent. The longer I stood here the more normal I felt. “I think I’m okay. Let’s not do that again. Ever.” The remnants of that pain made me shiver.

  “The blood part or the rough sex part?” Alexander asked, completely serious.

  “The blood part.” I kissed him on the lips.

  He smiled, silly and yet still looking like a badass. Our half vampire was back. “Well, thanks again for the rescue and the fucking fantastic sex.”

  Aneen blushed, “Stop flirting, Alexander. We have to get to the battle.”

  Alexander grumbled. “Can’t we fuck one more time?” He winked at me and grabbed Aneen around the waist.

  She let out a shriek and then a giggle. “Alexander. Sex later. War now.” She pried his arms from around her and started pulling on her tattered clothes.

  The night was fading. It shocked me to see the darkness chased away by the hidden sun as it rose for the horizon. How long had I been writhing in pain? How long had I stared at the stars to watch them dance? What did Aneen’s blood do to me? The answers wouldn’t come so I followed my princess back to war.

  The battle had already begun.

  We joined Aneen’s army before the sun set and we travelled through the cold night. When we eventually stopped, no one slept well. There was a two-man watch on all four sides—behind us in case they tried to surprise us, to the left in case the werewolves joined the queen, to the right should more vampires come down from the mountain, and finally, to our front where the queen waited. I took watch as did Alexander and each of us had an Aos Si for extra protection. I still felt odd, like my temperature was running high, but surely any reaction from Aneen’s blood would have shown itself by now. The questions plagued me as the night passed. Even when I curled up later against Aneen and Alexander.

  Sleep. Sleep was for the foolish and the brave.

  By full sunrise the entire mixed camp was already moving. We trudged forward, breaking into three groups. One led by the banshee leader, Laren, who stayed to the left of the main road. Our rare bird shifter, Kierce, led another group to our right. Aneen led us right down the main road. She walked in a new set of banshee clothes since Alexander shredded the last set. Her chin remained high and anger grew in her expression. That didn’t falter as we marched on. Not until we came close enough to see just what the queen had gathered.

  My mouth fell open. How could it not? I’ve never seen the creatures that stood towering over the Durnin river.

  “Full blooded trolls.” Alexander said from beside me. “Stefen, we stick with Aneen during this fight. No matter what. I want both of you right fucking next to me.”

  Both Aneen and I nodded.

  The trolls were huge, easily double Kierce’s height and he was the tallest being here. They had horns on their heads with shaggy dark hair. Everything looked out of place on them. Oversized hands and feet. Their lips were parted from crooked teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the banshee archers scramble up the nearest trees. We didn’t have that much cover. Maybe ten trees in all, but they were all wide and full bodied.

  Aneen blew out a shaky breath, but remained looking confident. “Surrender!” She yelled, the word echoing.

  The only response she got was a dozen trolls turning their attention to her. Human guards were two by two on the Kings Bridge. At least with the sun out there would be no vampires among them. The Aos Si hovered nervously in the trees. I swallowed hard, a lump in my throat and sword gripped tightly.

  “Aneen.” The queen’s voice echoed. She must be standing among the guards, but we were too far away to pinpoint her. “Please, my child.”

  “Enough!” Aneen yelled. She took a step forward, so did Alexander and I. “Your reign is over. Surrender.”

  Suddenly the guards on the bridge shifted, it was subtle but enough for me to see a figure walking away from us. A moment later the sky filled with arrows. The tips glinted in the sunlight as they soared overhead. Aneen lifted her hands and they suddenly changed direction, going left and right. Dozens of arrows had reigned down to kill us and not one even came close to hitting us.

  The figure leaving paused.

  “You will not win this fight!” Aneen shouted so everyone could hear.

  Based on what she just did with a flick of her hands, I’d be pissing my pants right now if she were my enemy. Alexander grinned proudly behind her. Despite her chilling display, the trolls growled in various tones and then charged us.

  Our banshee archers let their arrows fly. There was nothing to stop them. Trolls growled as arrows slammed into them. Arms, legs, one chest. All but one continued the charge.

  “They can’t see well.” Alexander spoke loud enough for most of our beings to hear. “They base most of the movement on smell. Break their nose and they can’t find you as easily.” He elongated his fangs. “That’s how Pan and I met. He nearly killed me.”

  I wondered if he thought of his friend often. Pan had kidnapped Aneen and Alexander had to kill him to save her. Does the weight of Pan’s death rest on his shoulders? There was no time to think now. The trolls were nearly upon us.

  Alexander let out a growl that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. His eyes held that reddish tint again. Using vamp speed, he rushed out there to greet the big, ugly creatures. Humans rallied behind him, and in the air flew the Aos Si in groups of ten or less. Banshees kept firing their arrows, taking another troll down. It was Aneen who pushed her hands out and shot light through the battle. She struck the nearest troll, the energy avoiding the humans that bravely ran toward it. The troll screamed and fell to its knees. His skin charring as his cries echoed on the battlefield. The body stopped making a sound and fell to the ground. The bright light sizzled off into nothing and Aneen was left standing there with shocked faces watching her.

  No one had time to gawk long.

  Humans ganged up on one troll, barely getting the upper hand. Alexander fought one alone, tearing his throat out, but not before getting a gash in his arm from its horn.

  Dusk was shooting balls of fire from his hands, striking a troll as his kin swarmed it. The death by a thousand cuts seemed to be its fate.

  Laren and her banshees split up into groups of three. Their skill was a privilege to see in person. Graceful, quick and terrifying. Three banshees in their skimpy, odd clothing faced a troll. It took them mere moments to have it on its knees and another second for a banshee to slice his head clean off.

  I looked away. We were winning. We were actually winning.

  More arrows crowded the sky and Aneen easily manipulated them from the battlefield. She walked forward with me beside her. Alexander pulled back from helping the Aos Si and joined us. It was then that the swarm of guards came from their bridge. Their voices thick with nervous adrenaline as they charged onto the battlefield.
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  And so it began.

  Aneen lifted her hands.

  I held my sword at the ready.

  It was Alexander who was grinning with blood dripping down his chin. “I do love the smell of blood in the morning.”

  “It’s noon.” I shouted as the guard approached. I stepped in front of Aneen and blocked his sword with my own.

  Alexander used his vampire speed to kill not only the man I fought, but all three behind him, too.

  When I turned around he was returning to Aneen’s side with blood splattered all over his clothes. So now both my lovers were extremely scary. Being a human was no longer something to pride myself on. The more the guards swarmed the more I had to fight my own battles and that was fine by me. Flashes of light told me Aneen was holding her own. Occasionally I’d see Alexander’s blurred figure as he rushed around us taking out guards. Aos Si flew over my head as I fought two men I used to call friends. Our blades met midair. I pulled the dagger from my belt and stabbed him in the chest. As he keeled over, I spun on my heels and stopped the blade aimed for my back with my sword. “Coward.” I hissed the word. The dark eyes behind the face armor just narrowed. They wore all silver chainmail. It would protect them better than our simple clothes, but it was also expensive. The queen must have used a good portion of her massive coin to purchase them.

  “Traitor.” He whispered back and swung at my head.

  I ducked, punched him in the gut, and kicked him in the knee on my way up. He fell over. The sword clattered from his hand and a moment later Alexander was there ripping the guard’s throat out. “Sometimes you scare me.” I said as I spun to face more guards.

  “Just think of me sucking your dick.” He yelled—yes, yelled—that out on the battlefield.

  I didn’t even have time to glare at him. More men were upon me. I took a few steps back so I was closer to Aneen who was frying anyone that approached her. There was a trail of charred bodies behind her that also scared the piss out of me. I defended myself with my blade against a guard, but a deep rumble of a horn sounded. It echoed over the screams of the dying and the clash of the blades of those fighting to live.