by D. R. Rosier
She bit her lip, “You really think so?”
I snorted, “Do you think you’d put up with an arrogant ass?”
She giggled, “I suppose not. I’d have to kick your butt.”
I spanked her.
She gasped, “Brute!”
I snorted, “Brute?”
She snickered, “Oh, I talked to our moms today, yours wants you to call her.”
“Can we not talk about that while I’m still buried in you.”
She smirked, “Your mom is really sweet, she said you…”
I cut her off with a spanking, a playful one of course. Somehow, between my spanking her, and her squirming, I was hard again and deep inside her at the end of it, and we started round two. We had enough time before dinner I was sure…
Julia, Lilith and I were in the study. It was later that night, or rather the next morning, around two in the morning. We’d had dinner, and moved to the bedroom after that where they’d all claimed my attentions, only to finally fall asleep around eleven. It was still bizarre to me that my day started at two or three now, depending on when we went to bed, but I’d get used to it eventually.
I said, “I think we have a window here. The vampires will make the next move, eventually, I hope they just mind their own damned business.”
Julia nodded, “They will for a while, but Arty will come up with some plan to get you, even if he has to use others to do it.”
I nodded, “The mages, well I think we should wait for Samantha to join us in the morning to discuss what to do there. Anyway, what I was thinking was that it’s long past time I get a hidden heir. I might as well try for my first soul contract as well, I might have another fifty-one weeks, but I’d rather do them in the beginning of my years, instead of the end. Gives me more of a… safety buffer. Lilith, two per year, does that mean if I do four this year, I’m good for next, or is it literally two per year.”
Lilith smirked, “Literal, always. That means every year you have to get two, even if you made ten soul deals this year, it wouldn’t count towards the next.”
I sighed, “Figured. That’s okay, I will just hit them early every year, and not worry about getting too far ahead.”
I pulled out the two divination spells for finding the people that would be interested in either a soul or heir pact depending on which spell, and studied them long enough to be sure I had them memorized correctly.
Then I casted both. Neither spell was hard, but they were long. It took a couple of minutes to cast both of them. Each one filled me with information about the potential people.
Julia raised an eyebrow.
“We’ll have to wait for afternoon on the heir contract.”
I wrote down the information I had anyway, Maria Hadley, and a few other pieces of information. Katia would need to set up a trust, in this case Maria wouldn’t need a new place to stay I didn’t think, and I noted that down. It was a little weird for me to have my fiancé manage the support of the women I intended to knock up, but she was insistent about it, and lacked jealousy. So, I was just going with it, and felt grateful to have one last backstop against me defaulting on the pact. I couldn’t imagine a more trustworthy person to hold my soul in their hands.
Not that it was a guarantee Maria would go for it, I’d have to convince her. Worse, I felt like a dick already, her circumstances were desperate. It made me want to help her regardless of her answer, the only bright part in it was that I knew from the spell she wanted another child, but her husband had passed several years ago, and she hadn’t met anyone else that measured up. I pushed it out of my head though, I couldn’t deal with it until later anyway, and I shifted my thoughts to the soul pact.
Musicians, it felt like a cliché. It was true enough, according to the spell a band made up of four guys in their early twenties would be very receptive to the idea of selling their souls for a generous recording contract. I smirked, and shook my head in disbelief. Well, I suppose all urban legends have a little truth in them, if I was in Hollywood it would probably be a struggling actor looking for their big break.
They were finishing up a set right now at a dive bar named Charlie’s in south Seattle. I took a few minutes to cast all the usual spells and pass them to my partitions.
“Can you take us to a bar named Charlie’s on the south side?”
Julia pulled out her phone and brought up the maps app, and I gave her a funny look.
She shrugged helplessly, “Shifter remember, I don’t know my way around the city yet. It’s a whole new world.”
I pulled her onto my lap, and she squeaked in surprise, and then looked pleased as she wiggled to get comfortable. I let her be other than that, I just wanted to hold her, and feel her against me. Not to mention take in her scent, maybe I was just human that way, but I loved the way she smelled. In short, her pheromones made me content, and her warmth and closeness had something to do with it as well.
After a minute she said, “Okay, I can get us close, ready?”
I patted her sexy ass as we stood, and she smiled at me happily as shadows rose around us…
Chapter Twelve
Charlie’s was a comfortable hole in the wall corner bar type place, and the music blasted our ears as we went inside. My eyes roamed around, and the crowd was about our age, or I should say my age. It was hard to remember that Julia was twice my years, because she looked younger, maybe nineteen, and would never get a day older thanks to her vampire side, and Lilith was… older than I could even comprehend.
Lilith slapped my arm and glared at me, apparently even female fallen angels were sensitive about their age. I gave her a light brushing kiss and thought about how much I cared about her and why. I’d hoped that would work to soften her displeasure. She just shook her head, but then took my arm in a proprietary and affectionate manner, probably just to confuse me more.
The bar was straight ahead, the band on stage with a very small dance floor in front were to the left, and all the way to the right was a bunch of high tables with stools, two pool tables, and a trio of dart boards. The walls were a darker color on the bottom, and an off white from six feet on up to the ceiling, it was hard to tell exactly what color in the dim lighting.
We went up to the bar, and grabbed a few drinks, and enjoyed the last three songs of the final set. They were good, really good, although the music they played wasn’t my favorite genre, I listened to it occasionally if the mood struck. Of course, being good wasn’t enough in the music industry, but with my influence I could get them past the first and hardest step. A recording contract and record label working to make things happen for them. I couldn’t do more than that, after that it was up to their hard work, and if the music fans out there accepted them. I could influence a few people to get them signed up, but not millions of fans.
We were also drawing attention, because both Lilith and Julia were hanging off either side of me. I might have enjoyed the annoyed jealous looks of the men as they took in the two beauties and shot me a what the hell glance, except I wasn’t an arrogant show off, so all it really did was make me uncomfortable. I supposed without context, it would seem a little strange.
I also realized we were dressed a little nicer than most of the rest of the crowd, we looked like business people, not twentysomethings at the corner bar. That was a mistake on my part, maybe. It might help when it came time for me to talk to the band. After the set, they started to break down the drums, and pack everything up. Since we’d barely made last call, the bar was already emptying out fast.
That’s when I noticed an unanticipated snag, which made me feel stupid, because I should have realized it would happen. Three of the four guys had a lady hanging on their every move and word. I was pretty sure offering them a deal for their souls shouldn’t be done in front of girlfriends, or even band sluts, I had no idea which type they were, or if they fell somewhere in between those two extremes.
When they headed down the back hallway, I followed with Julia and Lilith by my side. No one sto
pped me, the bathrooms were back their too, and we passed them on our way out the back door where they were loading up a van. They all looked over to me, including the three ladies, I’d decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. For all I knew, they were wives.
I used my command ability, the one that came with my affinity for the infernal, and put just a little magic in it.
“Ladies, could you give me a few minutes alone with the band.”
Even the four men in the band looked a little out of it for a second, but shook off the suggestion since they were the band, and quite clearly not ladies. The three-woman muttered something about the rest room, and ran back inside. One obstacle down.
“You guys sounded great in there.”
Two said “whatever”, and the other two said, “Thanks man.”
“I have an offer you might be interested in.”
One of them looked over. I had their names, Dan Johnson, Joe Barnes, Mark Deering, and Tom Samuels, but I wasn’t sure who was who.
He asked, “I’m Dan, this is my band, what would that be?”
“I can hook you guys up with a recording contract, on a good label. Interested?”
Dan looked at me up and down, and took a look at the women at my side, “You’re full of shit, what…”
He stopped talking when I held up my hand and ran green fire around my fingertips and then down and over my whole hand.
“No bullshit, I can give you your shot at fame, glory, success, and riches.”
Dan frowned, “What the fuck are you?”
I shrugged, “I’m a man offering you a deal, I don’t want your money, or a percentage. You can have a fantastic and long life, but once it’s over in eighty years or so, I want your souls.”
One of the other laughed nervously.
Dan said, “You’re seriously fucked in the head dude. Souls are just religious crap.”
“Right, and my hand wasn’t just lit on fire. It seems fair, I give you the opportunity for riches, fame, and a fantastic long life if you take advantage of the record deal I can get you. So, what do you say?”
I noticed Lilith move off, and corral the three ladies from coming back outside yet. None of what I said was a guarantee, but it was true enough. If they worked hard and honored the contract I could get them, they’d go a long way and make a lot of money.
Dan said, “For our souls?”
I nodded, “Sure, think about it as signing up with a team. You’ll be assuring your place in the afterlife, and your souls mere presence will empower the ruler there.”
Dan asked, “Satan?”
I laughed, “No.” Of course, I didn’t tell him it would be the innocent reddish brown haired woman standing by the back door of the bar either. They probably wouldn’t believe me anyway.
Dan nodded and turned to his guys, they talked for a minute.
He turned back to me, “Is this for real?”
“If it’s not, no harm done. If it is, you’ll be on your way to the top in a few days. I’ll make sure someone will be at your next gig, watching you, with a contract in hand.”
They all shared another skeptical look, but then shrugged and nodded at me.
I cleared my throat, “We all need to touch, and be on the same page. Your soul, for the opportunity to sign a recording contract. Understood?”
They all looked at each other and nodded, and I moved forward and held out my hand. The guys all piled on, like a damned sports team, one hand on top of the other. What followed is probably one of the most awkward moments in my life, as I invoked the pact spell in the amulet, and it bound us all in the pact, and all four of the men yelled out as an orgasm took them to their knees.
Somehow that part was much cooler when it was a woman doing it. I had nothing against gay people understand, but it didn’t do anything for me.
I also felt a small piece of all four of their souls get torn away from them, and the pieces entered me, which tore in half again, one half I felt settle into my own power, the other four pieces went through my link to Lilith giving her dominion and power over their souls when their mortal lives ended. I knew I’d live longer now, and I was slightly more powerful and able to hold more infernal magic in my own pool, but not a whole lot more.
Dan said, “What the fuck!” as he got back to his feet.
I shrugged, “My boss is a succubus dude, get over it. Good luck, I really do wish you a long successful life.”
I took Julia’s hand and we walked away, Lilith joined us as we passed the back door of the bar. I’d shown those guys enough magic, and waited until we were around the corner before we went anywhere.
I told Julia, “Not done yet,” and gave her an address.
Marcus Dane was a record producer, and authorized by his label to sign on new bands or individuals. It didn’t take long, I wasn’t there for another deal, and I didn’t even talk with him. It was two thirty in the morning, and he was asleep. I used concealing magic to deaden our steps and noise, and used another spell to unlock his door, and yet a third to disarm his alarm system. After that, we just walked back to the master bedroom.
Marcus was in bed sleeping, his wife next to him. I just hit him with a memory spell that would ensure he’d be at the band’s next gig, and he would have a contract ready. A good one. The spell would make sure it made sense to him, and he’d follow his orders. If anything went wrong, the pact magic would warn me there was a problem. Then we simply backed out, I rearmed the alarm, locked the door with another couple of spells, and Julia took us home…
Chapter Thirteen
Lilith squealed like a teen girl meeting her idol, and jumped on me as soon as we landed in the study. Julia snickered, and curled up in her usual spot on the couch. Lilith kissed me breathlessly, and grinded on my cock hard. Then she slid down me like I was a stripper pole, right down to her knees which was the first part of her to hit the floor.
She looked up with a smile, “Four at once, and not even a week,” she said exuberantly as she fished out my quickly growing cock, and inhaled it into her mouth enthusiastically. Her hand started to jerk my base lightly, while her tight lips, swirling tongue, and a pool of spit all joined forces to create a whirlpool of intense pleasure around the sensitive head of my cock. It was one of the most intense sensations of pleasure I’d ever felt short of actual orgasm.
“Damn Lilith, don’t stop doing that.”
She winked up at me, clearly pleased to be there, and horny as hell. She didn’t stop. In fact, her other hand joined in and gently rolled my balls in her palm and she teasingly scratched my taint. It was one of the most intense blow jobs in my life, and also the shortest.
I reached down and grabbed her head by her gorgeous reddish brown hair and held on. Not to hold her still, I didn’t think she’d move until she’d gotten what she wanted, my seed in her mouth, it was simply because my legs went numb and I needed to hold on to something.
I grunted, and she moaned as if in exquisite pleasure herself, and if anything sucked harder as I started to shoot into her mouth. Pulse after pulse of my essence shot on her tongue and in the back of her throat, as my legs trembled and shook. The blissful pleasure, breathless rapture, and mind-blowing ecstasy was overwhelming. It kept going, much longer than usual, I knew she was cheating, and I didn’t mind in the least. It was insanely intense, and only ended when the storm of pleasure approached the pain threshold.
I never once looked away from those warm expressive brown eyes. Then she cleaned my cock lavishly with her tongue, and put it away.
“Damn Lilith, I need to please you more often.”
She giggled, and kissed me.
“I’m your servant and a succubus, I can do that whenever you want, and will enjoy it. I suppose I was excited though, but you should still stick to two a year where possible.”
Curiously I asked, “Why is that?”
She pushed me toward my chair, and then sat on top of me sideways.
“Two a year doesn’t sound like a lot, but consider
this. In sixty years those four boys could still be alive, and you’ll be maintaining one hundred and twenty pacts at once. On this one you got lucky, since the pact will be fully satisfied in just days, so technically you won’t have to worry about it for them past that, but not every pact will go that way. Some take… maintenance.”
I nodded, “That makes sense. I’ll try to avoid that as much as I can though.”
She kissed my cheek, and slid out of the chair, “I’ll get you a coffee.”
When she was gone, I turned to Julia, “Come here kitten.”
Her face flashed with amusement, “Don’t you know cats don’t come when they’re called?”
Despite her words, she got up and sauntered over in liquid sexy movements. I reached up and pulled her into my lap, and kissed her softly.
“Good day?”
She smirked, “I think so, no one tried to kill us, we sent a message to the vamps, hired a mage, and picked up your first pact. Doesn’t that mean we get the next fifty-one weeks off?”
I laughed, “It would, if idiots would leave us be. Though I still have that hidden heir this afternoon, but I was thinking one every five or ten years for those.”
She pursed her lips, “How about every five, and two this first year.”
I nodded, “We can do that, I suppose it makes sense to build a few quickly, and then have it build up to twenty or so slowly.”
She nuzzled her head in my neck, and sniffed me, followed by a contented sound.
“We could have had this conversation with me on the couch,” she noted aloud, “Not that I’m complaining.”
I nodded, and held her even tighter for a moment, “I just… like you in my arms. I like to be close to you, I’ll be studying soon enough. Do you mind me holding you when we just chat? I like the intimacy of it.”
She nodded, “Cat shifter are very… tactile when showing love and approval, so I’m enjoying it too. We aren’t always fucking after all. Maybe my scent is doing it.”
