Kougar, Savanna - Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Savanna Kougar

  “Oh, really. Zin’s monolith is still filling me.”

  Relaxing his hold on her hips, Zin eased his cock from her sheath, still pulsing around him delightfully. He watched Zol sweep his palms down Kandace’s back, then seize her haunches.

  “Purple passion,” Zol growled.

  “Hard,” she whispered.

  Kandace widened her thighs as Zol positioned her above his lava-black cock. Leaning back, Zin watched Kandace grip his twin’s shoulders and hold on. Zol thrust his hips sharply. His shaft, dripping with his molten flame, plunged through her small sex altar.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she breathy chanted. “Goddess, there is purple everywhere.”

  Smoldering with Zol’s pleasure, Zin answered the question within her voice. “We are creating an etheric cauldron, combining our powers for use as a triad.”

  “Oooh…I am bubbly and bubbling. It’s like lilac champagne.”

  Around them, the various shades of purple intensified, a whirlwind of their power vibrations. Zin followed his emanations as their energy streams twisted like serpents, then whipped into a vortex, becoming three cyclones that fused and unfused in a constant, brewing dance.

  “You’re tingling me divinely like champagne. I’m bubbling over, Kandy love.” Zol passionately stroked their witch’s curvaceous thighs.

  “Oh, Zol, you are monolithic. Please—”

  Before she finished, Zol slid her up his shaft. He struck deep, groaning from the depths of his beast nature.

  Claiming her peach-shaped butt with his hands, Zin caressed as she mewed in utter ecstasy.

  Zol nipped her throat, then planted kisses along the delicate column of her neck. “That is what you wanted, darling.”

  “Yes, hard. That Vesuvius cock of yours is sorcery inside me.” Kandace undulated daintily, shoving her ass against Zin’s hands. “I can’t get enough of your kisses, either.”

  Zin gradually pressed his thumbs along her butt crack, then slid strokes on the juicy flesh.

  “I must be binding. Both of you, I want both of you. Zol, Zin.” She paused, inhaling as if she didn’t quite believe it. “Oooh, now I smell the purple…like a field of lavender.”

  “Both of us?” Zin rasped his own need for more of their witch. He rubbed his thumbpad over the puckered rim of her little butt hole, enticing her.

  “Zin, what are you doing?”

  Kandace wriggled, her sheath twisting on Zol’s cock. Arching his hips higher, his twin tensed with erotic bliss.

  In answer, Zin gently probed her tight rosy flesh with his thumb. When she didn’t object, he pushed deeper. Ever so slowly, he pumped inside her. Finally, he rutted with the length of his thumb.

  Her firesilk heat seized each thrust. Zin realized the truth, though. She seized their souls without knowing it.

  “Oh, straight from Hades, hellhounds. I’m going up in the hottest blazes ever…sex-cruciating.”

  “Hottest blazes,” he and Zol uttered.

  “I’m coming…coming…coming,” she sang, soft as mist.

  “Kandace,” they growled together.

  Beast and god-human, he and Zol joined their witch. The tidal force of her pleasure twined the three of them together into one shared ecstasy.

  His eyes half open, Zin watched ethereal flames lick their bodies, then spiral and rage. A bonfire of amethyst and crystalline formed, swirling into a sphere around them.

  “Darling, look,” Zol rasped, his tone harsh with his spewing pleasure.

  Kandace raised her head, glancing back and forth. “Goddess. It’s glorious. We’re ablaze with purple. Ooooh…I’m still ablaze. This orgasm is burning me alive…Zin, Zol.”

  Zin felt Zol’s link, and they merged completely with their one witch. The tempest of bliss created their triad as One Force.

  Time vanished.

  Sound disappeared.

  They were tossed into the endless fiery whirlpool, the orgasm of life itself.

  Finally, erupting from Vulcan’s void, as Zin knew it from their spiritual training, he slipped his thumb from Kandace’s sweet butt hole and clung to her ass. He only let go when Zol lifted her from his lava cock.

  The time of binding had ended.

  Kandace lay limp with satiation on top of Zol. “The orgasmic vibration that floods the universe,” she whispered.

  Zin met Zol’s gaze and they aligned themselves to function in the here and now. Reclining next to their one witch, Zin swept his hand down her petite back. He savored the curve of her waist, then the swell of her butt.

  “Scent-tacular,” she murmured. “You two smell like burning purple sage.”

  “That’s one way you will know it’s us, darling.” Zol rolled on his side with her, so that their one witch lay sandwiched between them.

  “What do you mean, precisely?” Drowsily, she repositioned herself, cuddling against them both.

  “If any entity impersonates us, or one of us, you will know.” Zin slid his arm beneath her, drawing her close.

  “You’re saying this fragrance can’t be duplicated?”

  “No, it is unique to your nose.” Zol spooned against Kandace.

  “What if I get a cold…oh, wait, I don’t get colds. But, what if I lose my sense of smell?” She undulated like a sylph between them, then yawned.

  “If you do and there’s any reason to believe we’re not your hellhounds, you must separate yourself immediately, delicious Kandy Apple.” Zin stroked the side of her silken thigh.

  “Separate, as in leave, escape?”

  “Escape,” Zol sternly growled. “Zin and I will find you once it is safe.”

  “The scent of purple sage on the proverbial winds?” Their witch yawned again, her eyelids drooping.

  “Sage and a purple haze,” Zin crooned to her like a lullaby, “whatever it is, that girl put a spell me.”

  “Never try to imitate Jimi Hendrix,” she teased, “Cary Grant hound.”

  Chapter Twenty-One:

  Mission at Porky’s Pub

  His gaze riveted on their witch, Zol yielded to his own blissed-out state, settling his head on the pillow. “I believe a period of rest is in order.”

  “Tired,” Kandace mumbled. “I hope evil isn’t lurking on the immediate horizon.”

  “No, we are protected.” Zin pressed a kiss on her brow.

  “Isn’t that your intuition, darling?” Zol drew the comforter over them.

  “For now.” She expelled a long weary breath. “Maybe my Enduoir mother will be in my dreams.”

  Zol glanced at his twin. “Most likely, Kandy love, unless it’s unsafe.”

  “Sweet dreams, my Kandy Apple,” Zin crooned.

  “One of us always keeps an eye open.” Zol didn’t add it was because Hades could summon them for a mission. If that did occur, he and Zin would shield her with another protective layer already conjured while becoming a triad.

  “Drifting, drifting down.” Her eyelids fluttered closed. “Goodnight, hellhounds…my hellhounds.”

  Zol whipped his gaze to Zin. “My hellhounds,” they happily mouthed to each other.

  Waiting until she moved into a deep slumber, he and Zin watched her like eager pups, then let their own need for rest take over.

  Mentally, they performed a reconnaissance of the land and sky around their home, then ran the astral dimension as hellhounds. Any entity who dared enter their path flamed out of existence, entering the greater pool of reformation.

  In sync, they lowered themselves into Hades’ rejuvenation realm. Remaining aware of their Kandy Apple, they took turns sleeping with one eye open.

  The moment she tossed in the throes of a dream, Zol used his triad link. He glimpsed long enough to know Kandace interacted with other witches at her power level, meeting them in what was known as a learning dimension.

  Approximately three and half hours later, according to Zol’s internal Earth-time clock, he and Zin awoke. Summoned by Hades, they both eased away from Kandace without disturbing her. Tiptoeing to the end
of the bed, they locked glances, then stood side-by-side.

  Once he and Zin received Hade’s message, they mentally embedded the detailed instructions of their assignment, then turned to face each other.

  “We will leave her a note of explanation,” Zin answered Zol’s concern.

  As one, they gazed upon their Kandy Apple. Their witch lay on her stomach. Gorgeous as a fire fae in her slumber, her electric mane tumbled down her back with a beauty that had them both inhaling sharply.

  She’d partially emerged from sleep and held onto their pillows as a substitute for them. “She does want us, our one witch,” he and Zin whispered in unison.

  Swiftly, he and Zin dressed and prepared. Drawing a notepad from their writer’s desk in the bedroom suite, Zin picked up their etheric pen and seated himself. Zol watched over his twin’s shoulder as he wrote down their mutual words.

  Only Kandace would be able to read it. The note was invisible to everyone else. Snagging it, Zol sped to their witch. After beholding her face for a moment, he zapped their note to the pillow as if it had been pinned.

  “We must leave.” Zin spoke beside him.

  Placing their palms above Kandace, they created another layer of protection. Tinged with purple, the field sealed itself around their own sleeping beauty.

  “I do so despise departing from our Kandy in this manner.” Zol tilted his head to match Zin, and in an instant they stood beside the Twilight Mirage.

  “Yes. We must return with all due haste.”

  Zin strode to the passenger side, entering at the same moment as Zol lowered himself into the seat. Igniting the Twilight Mirage with his finger, Zol spun them around and zoomed through the parting panel.

  Night still owned the heavens with the first break of dawn not for another two hours. At his touch, their super car reflected the night sky. Not available in the Underworld, Zol admired the sparkling flash of stars as they flew toward a biker’s bar near Flagstaff, Arizona.

  Moments later, he scanned the darkness for any sign of enemy interference, as did Zin. “We must focus on our assignment. I am dreaming of our witch.”

  “Perhaps she dreams of us,” Zin returned, his tone unusually soft.

  “Or perhaps she dreams of her Enduoir mother as she desired.”

  Sighting a small fleet of triangular craft belonging to a nearby underground base, Zol skirted around their sensors.

  Zin telepathed his observation of the Alien race that were keeping track of the shadow government’s triangular craft. “Should I peek inside her dreamworld?”

  Zol executed another evasive maneuver, then replied, “It is tempting. However, we must not become overly intrusive.”

  “She does possess a delightfully independent nature. A balance must be maintained in protecting her. Her spirit is pleasing.”

  “A short peek, brother, as I land on the highway.”

  Slicing the Twilight Mirage downward, Zol skimmed above I-40. He lowered the tires, slowed dramatically and touched off the masking frequency. With no traffic in sight, he floated downward until they rolled along the asphalt at the speed limit.

  “Our witch is practicing her forbidden power,” Zin reported. “To protect her, I did not view her dream.”

  “With All Hallow’s Eve tomorrow, we should be on double alert.” Zol exited the highway cruising toward an out of the way spot near Porky’s Pub. “Her enemy could use the hyper-dimensional opening of the veil, also the evil rituals being performed, as another source of dark energy to draw upon.”

  “Yes, an apex of challenging events is gathering like a super storm on our near horizon.”

  Zin linked their thoughts as they passed the pub at a slow pace, and they mentally recorded the layout of the area.

  Feeling Zin cast his glance over a group of costumed revelers, Zol joined him in observing them. Dressed to imitate Wall Street bankers, their appearances were at odds with the lineup of beast-like Harleys they swaggered toward. “Intriguing how Halloween has evolved into a popular adult celebration, here.”

  “Indeed, the humans often party hardy before the thirty-first, as we splendidly enjoyed with our Kandy Apple.” Always concerned about the innocent, Zin voiced, “Should we halt their ill-advised travel?”

  Obviously inebriated to the gills, the bikers pulled on their helmets and sloppily mounted their tricked-out chrome Hogs.

  “We should. However, whatever we do could devolve into a dangerous fight, given rivals will be blamed.” Zol slowed to a crawl.

  “Yes, if we deflate their tires, they will demand their bruiser brand of satisfaction.”

  “Perhaps, a glimpse of a possible future will deter them.”

  In an instant, he and Zin formed a scenario of a semi-truck bearing down on the Wall Street bikers as they rode. Flaming it inside their beer-fogged minds, they added gruesome scenes of their bodies being tossed through the air, laying broken, bleeding, and lifeless.

  As if their Harleys had become infected with a deadly virus, the Wall Street bikers leapt off. Maintaining their feet despite their drunkenness, they backed away, then pivoted toward the pub.

  “I believe I heard Motel 8 mentioned,” Zin offered with satisfaction.

  “Yes, I as well.” Minutes later, Zol pulled into the darkened parking lot of an empty building. Blanking the camera screen, he hid the Twilight Mirage behind the fence-enclosed trash container.

  He and Zin rapidly exited and disrobed. At the same time, they observed their prey as if he starred in a holo program.

  Attired in a skeleton Halloween costume overlaid with biker regalia, the wiry-built man stealthily slipped out the back door of Porky’s Pub. Similar to a humanoid weasel, he moved behind one of the few cars, then positioned himself to attack.

  Sent by a secret subgroup of the Council on Foreign Relations, the dark-side agent waited for the leader of the pack, Wolf Fang. A giant barrel of a man, he led one of the largest biker gangs on the West Coast. Several times he and his gang had destroyed the supply lines used to smuggle heroin over the Mexican border by the CFR’s operatives.

  For centuries, drug money had provided the bankster-gangster globalists, controllers of the CFR, with the financial power to gain and keep world dominion. Wolf Fang had taken a bite out of their drug-running empire. He was a marked man in two ways. One would cost him his life, the other his reputation.

  Not strictly human, the CFR agent was known as a chameleon blood drinker. One taste of his victim’s blood, and he could transform into an exact physical copy.

  The evil catch was he also retained certain abilities, one of them being mind control. With the charismatic hypnotism made infamous by Charles Manson, the chameleon agent planned to turn Wolf Fang’s gang into Nazi skinheads, using them to wreak bloodthirsty havoc on the border.

  Once they stood side-by-side, Zol merged completely with Zin. Locking their supernatural gazes on their target, they launched forward, phasing to hellhounds.

  As they raced in perfect tandem over the adjoining parking lot, their internal flames roared and scorched their hides to invincible. Beneath their fiery paws, the asphalt melted into gooey tar until they skimmed at blur speed over the surface.

  Raw volatile power poured through them as they sighted the chameleon agent. He crept along the side of the car. Rising beside the hood, he flailed his arms like a crazed skeleton, intent on gaining the attention of Wolf Fang and his pack as they departed Porky’s Pub.

  “Oooh, watch out!” one of the gang mocked. “It’s the attack of Skeleton Biker Dude.”

  Several of the pack members hooted with laughter. All of them flashed knives, except Wolf Fang. Halting, he stood his ground and gestured for them to wait behind him.

  “Ain’t you that little coward that tried to take a peek at my dick when I was honoring the porcelain?” Wolf Fang eyed the CFR agent as if he planned on tearing him limb from limb. “I smashed your ugly pie hole with the stall door.”

  Moving like a zombie controlled by a demented master, the a
gent gradually walked in the direction of the Hercules-muscled leader.

  “I don’t give a stinky crap how pickled your gray matter is,” Wolf Fang snarled. “My fist is waiting to make mush out of that prick face of yours.”

  Hellbeasts on a mission, Zol and Zin spiked their flames along the ridge of their backs and sprang high. Blazing their eyes to the red brilliance of Vulcan’s forge whenever he created weapons of power, they soared in a straight path toward Wolf Fang.

  He froze in his tracks, his terror bulging his eyes to the size of ping pong balls.

  Chapter Twenty-Two:

  Fiery Lava and Gargantuan, Her Hellhounds

  Kandace drifted within the dreamy haze of half-sleep. Sliding her hands outward on the satiny cotton, she expected to encounter the hard lean bodies of Zol and Zin.

  Nothing!

  Rousing herself, she jerked her gaze back and forth. No handsome hellhounds. Twisting around rapidly, she sat up and surveyed the enormous bed. To make certain, she scanned the dark interior of the room.

  Intuitively, Kandace knew she’d been left alone, but hadn’t been deserted. Wondering what to do next, she reclined on her side. The crinkling sound of paper as her palm pressed on the pillow tripped her heart.

  Grabbing the creamy colored sheet, she sat up propping her knees. Astonished she could read the note in the dark, Kandace realized her hellhounds had used some form of magick. The writing glowed and looked as though it had been infused with lemonade.

  Our darling Kandace,

  We have been summoned to a mission. We have protected you with a force generated by our triad of power.

  Should you wish breakfast before our return, you will find the kitchen at your disposal. As well, the bathroom has been readied for you.

  We shall be with you soon.

  Licks of affection,

  Zin and Zol

  A spontaneous smile curved her lips. Kandace placed the note back on the pillow, and stretched languidly. Deciding she needed more rest, she laid on her side and snuggled deep into the ultra comfy bed.