by TylerRose.
“Being shot in February. The Rovan now. Is she intentionally being too careless?”
“No. Recklessness served a purpose in drawing Solomon out. But now she knows who and what she is and what she’s supposed to do.”
“Who is she?”
“You already know, Kev. I know you do.”
“Bette, bring me a nachos,” Nails called. “And two beers.”
“Be right there,” she called back.”
Couple minutes and she brought a bowl of chips, another of melted cheese and a dish of sliced jalapenos.
“You been peppered yet?” he asked her.
“No, Sir.”
He picked up a slice and reached under her short skirt with it. A few seconds and she was squealing with the burn. Grinning and watching her squirm, he held it there a full minute before letting her go on her way.
“You done that to Tyler?” Jerome asked.
“You know the answer to that. Why ask? She follows all of my rules. Always has.” He spotted her coming out of the pool house wearing a white lace chemise that fell barely to the middle of her thighs. “Mymy ain’t she sweet. Devil’s food in angel wrapping.”
“Yeah, don’t let that angelic face fool you. She’ll rip a face off she gets pissed.”
“Or rip a throat out,” Nails grinned. “I was there. That makes me want her more.”
She sat on Jerome’s thigh in the shade while the band started their first set.
“It’s a pepper party,” Nails said, and held up a dripping ring.
“You should have told him that before he took his straight razor to me in the shower this morning.”
“Straight razor?”
She nodded. “He shaves me himself with it when he wants a hairless puss to fuck. So if you want to touch later, no peppers allowed now.”
He ate the pepper. “We’ll do it this way then,” he said, reaching with a wet finger.
“No.”
“No?” he repeated as if it came from another world. He was not accustomed to hearing her tell him no.
“I’m not the girl I used to be, Kevin. I am not for public display. I’m not one of them,” she said with a toss of her eyes to the girls in the pool. “You want to play, that’s fine. In private. I am not part of the orgy.”
“So much for obeying my rules,” he complained in a tone others would fear.
“We play by my rules now,” she replied. “In the privacy of your bedroom, you can do anything you normally would. Not in mixed company.”
“The steps of Rosary Cathedral was not privacy.”
“Straw man argument. It was late and hardly any cars were passing. No one was around. You wanna bring me out here tonight after everyone’s gone, that’s fine too. But the only place I’m a show is frontin’ that band. You don’t like it, you don’t touch me.”
He stared hard at her and she stared passively back at him, completely unafraid to tell it like it is and anger him.
“Go do your set now,” he said. “Half an hour. That’s as long as I wait.”
She gave Jerome a warm kiss. “Back in a bit.”
She joined the band to finish the song they were on and they went into her first set.
Rise Pt. 1 (which Jerome liked immensely)
Go
Have It All
Purgatory (which the guys loved)
I Need a Man (which the girls loved)
Here Comes the Rain
Bad Reputation
Do you Wanna Touch
Fetish
“Thank you,” she said over the applause. “I’ll be back next set.”
She went back to Jerome.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then let’s go inside,” Nails said, wiping chicken grease from his fingers with a wet cloth napkin.
He led the way up the back stairs directly to the Master Suite. He had reduced the bedrooms from three to two, giving himself a room large enough to play in and a big bathroom with a drain in the floor for other fun. He sat in the chair, gesturing her over.
“We are in privacy, I expect proper posture from you,” he said when she sat on her bottom.
She lifted to sit on her calves in front of him. He looked at her a long moment, thinking all manner of things he would very much enjoy doing to her, before leaning forward to hug her warmly. Lifting her chin up, he smiled.
“It pleases me that you finally value yourself enough to reserve your body for those who are special to you, babygirl. I am honored to be one of two, if not the first for this life.”
He looked up to Jerome in the other chair. “I know her limits. What are yours?”
“No slapping her face or punching. She does not perform oral.”
“That’s an odd limit to impose for a threesome. You do it so well,” Nails said, tracing her lips with a fingertip. “Teaching you was tremendously fun.”
“Yes, teaching her is exactly what you did and exactly why not,” Jerome said, eyes hard with knowledge and meaning.
Nails let it go for now. She surrendered to his kiss as his hands closed around her breasts.
“Bring me a joint,” he said when he let her lips go.
She rose smooth and graceful to cross over to the dressers on the other side of the room. The tray on top held three joints. She made ten sets of copies in rapid succession and took one of the copies.
“Light it,” he said when she offered it to him.
A lighter appeared in her hand.
“Stop,” Jerome said. “Make a copy of it first.”
“I already did,” she pointed to the dresser and sparked the joint to start toking.
Nails looked to see the neat pyramid.
“Do it again,” he said.
In her fingers appeared another lit joint, which she took with her as she scooted back to offer Jerome. He put the joint between his lips to hold while slipping a finger under the straps of her chemise. Off it came and she was topless between them. She removed it entirely, and the matching panties. They both shared their joints with her.
“Come here,” Nails said, pinching his out at three quarters gone.
She stood tall on her knees within easy reach. His hand slid down her belly to the clean mound.
“Very nice. With a straight razor, no less. That speaks to the trust between the two of you. I’m only going to ask once and your answer will cover the rest of the time you are on my land today. He brought you knowing he would share you. Do you want to be shared with me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“On the bed and wait for us.”
She went and the two men looked at each other.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Nails asked.
“I don’t mind if we cross swords. Just stay on your own side of the female.”
Nails chuckled. “Give me a minute with her.”
He disrobed and climbed onto the bed from the foot end, crawling over her as her legs opened to allow him in. Rather than dive in and pummel her flesh, which he very much wanted to do, he reached beyond to the box of surgical gloves on the shelf of the headboard. He pulled one on, dipping two fingers into the jar of lube beside the box.
“You’re not worked up at all, are you?” he asked as he prepared the glove.
“No, I’m not,” she said softly.
“I’m impatient.”
He captured her focus with a kiss and slipped his middle finger into her anus. A small groan and goosebumps popped up over her arms. A few passes and he penetrated with the other as well. An open-mouthed cry and a pink sheen spread across her chest.
“That’s more like it,” he said, fingers pushing as deep as he could easily reach and adoring the way she tensed and writhed under him.
Fingers out, glove stripped off inside out and tossed to the floor, he eased forward into her. Relaxed under him, channel flooded with her own juices, and he could not thrust as he wanted.
“Christ, you’re tight as a vise, babygirl.”
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��It’s only been two weeks,” she said.
“I’ll give you a good fisting later. See if that won’t crack you open a bit more.”
“I been enjoying that vise,” Jerome said, sliding up beside her. “I like it as it is.”
Her head turned toward him, hand reaching for his hardness and lips on his.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said just before their lips met.
Hand cupping her breast, thumb stroking firmly over the nipple as he watched her expressions and listened to her increasing sounds. Nails was building up his strength through steady drives.
“Sifu,” she breathed, and in the next second cried out in orgasm.
Nails groaned with the release of her warm, slippery liquid. Jerome hooked his arm under her thigh to pull it farther up and open her wider.
“Harder?” Jerome asked into her ear.
“Please,” she replied, moving with Nails as much as she could.
“Not until I’m good and ready,” Nails said into her other ear, and chuckled to hear her whimper.
Nails rolled onto his back, taking her with him to be on top and pulled her over to lie on his chest.
“Your turn, Tiberius.”
Jerome took position behind, cock well-greased from the jar, and slid slow and easy into her anus. Nails groaned with the divine pleasure of her screams reverberating through him. A sensation as orgasmic as an ejaculation and he enjoyed it as long as it lasted. Eventually she quieted and was able to move with Jerome. He took to gripping and smacking her swinging breasts, urging her to ride him harder while he watched closely and felt deep into her mind as it opened for him.
She had evolved enough that she easily went single-minded during her pleasures. Eyes closed, her mind shut out the world and she was entirely enclosed in her own ecstasy. She couldn’t open her eyes in her blind need. She had the instincts and stamina for incredible force but not yet the physiology for what would follow. Another Widening or two and she’d be ready for procreation in the manner of the realized Immaculate and would begin making baby godlings.
Having lost track of time, Nails was jarred back to the moment by Jerome’s grunting and lunging ejaculation. Tyler wasn’t done yet, however. He sat up to hold her close and calm her down. A few moments and he put her on her side to be still and rest while he finished himself.
The music had stopped. In the relative silence, safe between two lovers, so spent her arms were shaking and weak, she fell asleep.
“Some things never change,” Nails sighed. “Other chicks get up wanting to go shopping. This one takes a nap.” He looked at her. “Wish I had five of you.”
“She told me she gets a headache if she gets up too soon,” Jerome told him. “And an upset stomach.”
“Yes, she does. I always had to be careful to let her digest a meal. Sex too soon and she feels ill for hours. Feed her after the fucking. Not before,” he advised, and left the bed to dress. “Let’s go down and get a beer.”
“I can’t leave her.”
“She’ll be fine.”
“Dude, there are no teleport alarms here. I can’t leave her unguarded for a single minute while she’s unconscious. The little girl’s got some majorly dangerous enemies and they could snatch her in three seconds.”
Jean shorts on, he let it go, and caught sight of something on Jerome’s arm.
“What’s that?” he pointed.
“What’s what?” Jerome asked, looking.
“Your forearm.”
Jerome sat up and held his arms out. Nails took a closer look, sitting on the edge of the bed when he recognized what he was seeing.
“I never expected to see the scars of Shaolin on anyone other than Chen. They’re backwards.”
“Long story. She’s got them too but they stay hidden until she’s in a big fight and using her psychokinesis.”
“If you’d failed in February, who would have taken him on?” Nails asked, getting up to dig a fresh shirt out of the drawer.
“She would have,” Jerome replied, leaving the bed to pull on his boxer briefs and shorts. He sat in the near chair to keep her covered with Staff Power.
“How far can you safely go from her?”
“I’m up to about ten feet. It’s not easy.”
Nails went out onto the balcony and called down to Bette to bring up a sixer. He waited for her to come up the stairs, gripped her ass tight, and whispered into her ear. She smiled and nodded happily.
“I’ll let you know when. Go down to Bear and tell him I want him to pepper you. I want to watch you suffer for me.”
He watched her go down and find Bear, knew she wasn’t happy about his order. Watched her talk to Bear and listened telepathically as she said “Fucking asshole Nails wants you to pepper me again.”
Bear was oddly compelled to hold her down on the table and have another man hold her knees bent up tight while he took a cooked ear of corn and cut the tip off. A towel tied around her head, in her mouth to gag her and cut down on her noise, he rolled the ear of corn in the dish of jalapenos and juice and used it on her like a dildo while everyone within viewing range watched. She spasmed and jerked and screeched with the growing burn inside and out, a third man holding her arms straight out over her head. After a couple minutes, he took a second ear, left the point on, rolled it in the jalapeno juice and worked it into her ass. Alternating a double pump while she screamed around the towel, hearing only Bear’s voice.
“Inappropriate words from a useless little twat. I guess you’ve volunteered to be the party cunt now instead of privileged to have Tiberius fuck you.”
Turning away from Bette’s punishment, Faith looked up to Nails. He gestured her up.
“Bette was going to, but obviously she said something Bear didn’t like. Would you like to be with Tiberius for a few hours?”
Faith smiled, eyes wide and bright. Tiberius had never given her a second look but wow had she wanted to fuck him for the longest time.
“Absolutely!”
“I’ll let you know when. Don’t let anyone else touch you between now and then.”
She nodded and went back down. The corn was out and Bette was turned, bent over the end of the table with her wrists tied to the far end of it. A group of four were continuing the fun among themselves and her punishment turned into a train of any man who wanted to have her.
Going inside, Nails sat at the pull down table and played a game of chess with Jerome. Talking quietly about the battle fought, where the Rovan had come from, and the fire that cut the supply to near nil.
“I saw that explosion,” Nails said, pushing a pawn. “I was outside at the time. Now I know why I didn’t see it on the news.”
Feeling a ripple in the Staff Power, Jerome glanced over his shoulder to the bed. She moved and was still again.
“So you’ll be going very soon,” Nails said.
“Yes. You and Warren can handle my affairs while I’m gone.”
Another ripple, much stronger, and he moved his knight. “Check. Excuse me.”
He moved quickly to her but not quick enough. As he reached the bed, she sat up with a loud, distressed gasp. Heart pounding, eyes wide, right arm twitching visibly. He moved in close to hold her right arm in one hand and pull her against himself with the other.
“I’m here. It’s okay.”
No tears. No blubbering. Heavy breaths as she came out of the fog of pain and back into the here and now. Her left arm slipped around Jerome’s side to hold him tight. Hades could feel her turmoil, its density and all-consuming nature. His heart went out to her that she should have to suffer so much to become what she would eventually be. But it was what it was and there wasn’t anything to do about that.
Another minute or two and she was able to lie down again. Jerome’s hand stroking slowly up and down her back lulled her to sleep within another minute and he returned to the game after a kiss to her temple.
“I have not seen you so devoted to a woman, Tiberius.” King pushed a space, out of harm’s way. �
��She’s the one, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is,” Jerome replied, moving his queen. “Checkmate. I’ll walk through fire for her.”
“I think it safe to say you already have done that, my friend,” Nails replied, sitting back and glancing to the sleeping woman. “What nightmares does she have?”
“She doesn’t. That was a surge of the Rovan addiction. It hurts her in the gut. Sometimes enough to startle her awake. Sometimes enough to keep her in agony for an hour. This one was so quick she probably won’t remember it.”
Chess pieces put away, they turned the board over for Backgammon. Halfway into the second game music started from outside, the band beginning the second set. A lazy stretch and roll around the bed and she was sitting up awake. Arms sliding over Jerome’s shoulders and he smiled up at her.
“Feel better about yourself, babe?”
“Much. Enjoy babysitting while I slept?”
“Of course,” he replied, bringing her around onto his lap. “Rather sit here with you happily and thoroughly fucked asleep any day. Means I’ve done my job.”
She smiled.
“Seriously, better?” he asked.
She nodded. “I need to freshen up for my next set.”
“They’ll wait for you,” he said.
“The sooner I get on stage, the sooner you can put me back to sleep,” she teased.
“You should eat before you go on.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Did you eat before you came here?” Nails interjected into their intimate moment.
“No. Rovan decreased my appetite about twenty five per cent.”
“More like fifty,” Jerome informed her. “Landra’s been keeping track of your food consumption. You’ve dropped almost ten pounds since Hell Night.”
“Have I?”
“If you don’t start eating more, he’s gonna have one of those talks with you.”
“Shit,” she groused.
“Would a steak be more tempting than chicken?” Nails asked her.
“Yes, it actually does sound good,” she admitted.
He smiled, indulging in the depths of his own love for her. “Sit tight.”
