by Laura Wylde
“Who doesn’t like Todd? Did the recipe do its work?”
“He isn’t fully healed yet, but I don’t think there are any metal traces left.”
“Troll metal is pretty nasty stuff. It adheres to its owner and dissolves when the owner dies. The metal traces would have stayed there, eating away at his wound, refusing to allow it to close, until he died without counteracting the magic.”
Henry put his glasses back on and beckoned me over to the screen display of his microscope slides. “This species is called a huntsman. Huntsmen are larger and stronger than bridge trolls and collect in herds. They are often sent ahead by the Dark Heirs to weaken and terrify a town before attacking it.”
I did a quick search on my phone. “The Dark Heirs?”
“I think that’s what they’re calling themselves now. The Dark Overlords. The Sons of Hades. The Royal Family. Those trolls are somebody’s pets.”
I wouldn’t have minded staying to chat with Henry longer, but we were both on duty. I went back out to the main floor and gave the station another quick appraisal. Nobody was exactly at their desks. They stood by them, or in the doors to the different cubby holes, or clustered around the coffee machine. The central island was full of people either waiting to be processed or waiting to bail somebody out. Thankfully, there were no teenage delinquents. If anything went down, I didn’t want kids around.
I returned to the smell of pancakes frying on the stove. That was a nice surprise. She didn’t really look like the domestic type, but just as I passed the door to the kitchen, she started out it, a pile sunny-brown pancakes piled on a plate. “He said he was hungry,” she said. “I hope he likes flapjacks. It’s one of the only things I know how to cook.”
“He loves flapjacks,” I said, eying the stack. There was enough for everyone to have at least two; maybe three; if Todd didn’t finish up the rest of them too fast.
She smiled self-consciously as she passed around the plates. “I used to make flapjacks when we would go wilderness camping. There’s nothing tastier in the early morning than flapjacks made over an open fire.”
I didn’t know any girls that went wilderness camping, let alone cooked over an open fire. I began to appreciate even more her strong, capable hands and sturdy legs. I liked the way she sat when she talked, one hand pressed against her knee, elbow bent, the other waving in the air. It was a man pose, yet she did it so naturally, on her it looked feminine.
Todd was feeling enough like himself to wolf down his meal. “Well,” he asked between bites. “Did you recognize any of the sniffers?”
“Henry said there are three but the only one I recognized was Belle La Cruz.”
“The prostitute? I’ll bet she doesn’t get busted again for the next six months.”
“If she doesn’t pull the animal act again.”
Todd laughed with his mouth full, spitting out little pieces of pancake and sliced strawberries. “Do you remember the first time? Thaddeus took the call. He was furious.”
Tara looked at both of us with surprise. “I didn’t know you answered petty crime calls.”
Todd shifted his position, so he was sitting closer to Tara, who remained on the edge of the bed, still fuming a little over being left behind. He handed me his plate and I handed it to a free spot on the dresser, along with my own. “We don’t, usually,” he told her. “But this was an unusual call. We were told an animal was soliciting pedestrians. The caller was hysterical. We couldn’t make head or tail of it at first, but once we investigated, it became clear. Belle was fresh back then. Just hitting the streets, but she already had a con. She would tell fellas she was going to bring out the animal in them. Once she got them into the bedroom, she would change into a coyote. Most would just empty their wallets and leave as fast as they could, without making a report, but this guy had left so fast, he didn’t even have his pants on. He said he couldn’t return home half-clothed.”
Tara laughed, a delightful, spontaneous sound that filled the room like tinkling music. “And Thaddeus answered the call? What did he do when he caught her?”
He rested an arm around her neck as though it helped him think. “It was a quandary. The guy didn’t want to press charges. He just wanted his wallet and his pants back. No other victims would come forward, so all we had on her was shapeshifting for the purpose of striking fear. It would only hold up in a supernatural court and the punishment wouldn’t be very severe. Just thirty days of social work for an endangered supernatural species, usually one coyotes really don’t like, such as centaurs or dragons. He agreed he would not turn her in if she never shapeshifted in front of humans again.”
Again, that peel of musical laughter. It was nice to have a woman in the house; one we didn’t have to hide our secrets from and who would not run away from the unknown. I carried the dishes to the sink, rinsed them off and stacked them in the dishwasher. In the background, I could hear Tara and Todd still chattering away merrily. Maybe she did have elf blood. If it went back several generations, she would never know it. Elves aren’t very good at maintaining their human ties. But her size, the mischief flashing in her eyes, her lithe movements, all seemed to have an elven quality.
When I returned, Todd was trying to stand up. He had swung both feet over the side of the bed but remained in a sitting position. The effort caused tiny beads of perspiration to appear on his brows and upper lip. He beckoned me over to help him stand. I supported him, which was no easy task, pulling him upright less through the strength in my arms and more from the fact that my arm sockets were significantly higher than his. “I don’t think you’re ready for a walk in Central Park yet,” I told him, grunting.
“Ai, mate, just to the bathroom. I need relief. I need a shower. Gad. I smell like a harpy.”
I squeezed the arm wrapped around my neck. “Nobody can smell that bad.”
I turned on the shower while he got his relief. I waited for the hot water spigot to heat up, then testily added cold until I found the right temperature. “Alright,” I said. “Let’s do this.”
We both stripped down, and I helped him into the shower. It wasn’t going to be as easy as I had thought. I could hold him up with his arm around my neck on his uninjured side, and he could minimally wash himself with his free hand, but he wasn’t able to lift it higher without pain. I called out to Tara to help us.
Apparently, what she expected to see and what she saw were two different things. Why, I’ll never know, as it doesn’t take much of a detective to figure out that if there is a man helping an injured man with a shower, they are going to be naked. She stood outside the open shower curtain, her eyes wide, her mouth pursed in a sexy little “oh!”
If she didn’t always remind me of a little girl, I wouldn’t laugh so much, I swear. Not on the field. Out there, she did a great job of playing Agent X, but when it came to personal affairs… Wow! She was like Alice lost in Wonderland. She stood there, cute as a llama in pajamas so I asked her, “didn’t they teach you care-taking skills at the academy?”
She scratched at the short hairs just behind her ears. “What should I do?”
I handed her the shampoo. “Here. Wash his hair. Neither one of us can get to it.”
She tried to wash it from outside the shower, which wasn’t the best idea. Water escaped from the curtain and ran down her face to the floor, plastering her tee-shirt to her body. Her breasts were so upright, they even poked against her halter, two dark tips begging to be touched. I pulled her inside. “You’re already wet,” I said. There’s no need to make a mess of the bathroom floor.”
She made that little “oh” sound again, which made it impossible to resist kissing those sweetly puckered lips. They were wild mountain honey. I kissed them once more before Todd bent his shaggy head and took his turn, crushing his hairy face against hers, and drinking in her fresh, unspoiled taste. “Oh, kitten,” he moaned. “Ten maids a’ milking don’t have anything on you.”
I had to agree. I took another turn while he kissed her neck
from behind, his free arm wrapped carefully around her waist, his hand working its way under her shirt. My tongue pried between her lips, licked at her teeth and wiggled its way inside, darting at the clean, sweet juices. “You lied,” I whispered, licking and kissing her mouth, her chin and her nose. “You are a lollipop. You are a sugary treat.”
She giggled and her breath drew in and out of her excitedly. She was getting turned on. Her color deepened, nearly hiding the smattering of freckles on her nose. She backed up against Todd’s chest, so his arm was wrapped more securely around her, and held out her arms toward me. I bent my head so her soft hands could stroke my neck and placed my one free hand over her breast. It was exactly the right size; no overflow. It fit in the palm like the soft swelling flesh of a pear.
She arched a little, a deep, purring sound rumbling in her throat, a sound that said she was hungry for romance, for intimate contact. I squeezed her breast lightly and felt the nipple swell. Her head rolled to one side as Todd sought her lips, his free hand still exploring the flesh under her shirt. They kissed each other as I tasted every inch of exposed skin, pulling her blouse away at the neck, my fingers sliding down the buttons. She certainly had elven blood! Every sun-flecked spot I touched was a pocketful of delight.
Tara threw her arms around me and kissed me fervently, pressing her body against my own. I rested my hands on the small of her back, the two of us kissing in breathless anticipation.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, her voice sighing as she rubbed my cock through my pants. Todd stepped in from behind and slipped his arms under Tara’s. I was still kissing her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside. When I pulled away, her eyes went down and she giggled at the sight of Todd’s arms around her.
I lifted Tara’s legs as Todd hung onto her torso, keeping his arms under hers. We went to the bed and looked at each other. I watched as Todd continued holding onto her, his cock pressing against her ass in the sideways position. I took off Tara’s pajamas, pulling her shirt over her head and exposing her swinging free breasts.
He stared, his mouth wide open, amazed at Tara’s nude body, and thrilled at the sight of me as I took my clothes off and revealed my full body. We were all naked, writhing together in bed, giggling at the awkwardness but our hearts till thumping in excitement.
Todd watched as I fondled and smooched Tara’s breasts, tasting her areola and sucked her nipples right – just as excited to do it as Todd was to watch. He started fondling her tits from behind, squeezing her nipples with his fingers while I kissed her breasts, then meandered down to her belly.
I kissed a path all the way down to her leg. I parted her legs and pushed my hand inside her warm wet and slightly furry pussy. I began finger-fucking her, loving the way Todd was squeezing and playing with her nipples, doubling the intensity. I rubbed her clit then went back down, deeper into her pussy lips.
She shuddered as I brought her wetness out and then back up to stroke her clit. She moaned as I spread her knees apart eager to taste her. I didn’t even communicate what I wanted with Todd, I just took what I want, gave her the pleasure her body asked for. I lapped my tongue on her clit as my arms wrapped around her hips, my hands resting on her stomach.
She slowly reached out and grabbed Todd’s erect cock, encouraging him to sit in a kneeling position so she could suck him off.
The sound was amazing – Tara came from my licking and fingering while she teased Todd with a licking, swirling and wet kiss. She groaned loudly as I licked her with more power and rhythm, and it only helped her to suck deeper.
Within minutes though, she wanted to feel more. She came again and let her sweetness dribble down my lips. But when it was time to move forward, she wanted to feel Todd’s cock first.
She pointed at Todd, still looking at me, as if to see my reaction. Todd wasted no time in going back to a side to side position, ready to stuff his big ten-inch cock inside her.
“Ohh yeah!” she moaned, her eyes wide open as she felt the full length of his girth.
At first, I felt jealous. A strange blood-curdling feeling, watching the woman I wanted getting fucked right in front of me. My eyes went wide, my nostrils flared. I watched her body spasming back and forth feeling the deep plunge as he fucked her with his full length.
I thought about leaving them, giving up or storming off. But that’s not what I wanted. Not what they wanted. Instead I decided to compete – to dominate them both. I gave her the I’m-going-to-fuck-you stare and pushed her to the side, so far that she had no choice but to straddle Todd’s cock. She didn’t want him to stop fucking her. But she knew what I was thinking. And she wanted it. She wanted both our cocks in her at the same time. Every moment I thought about asking or politely maneuvering my way around all those curves and orifices, the more time I wasted.
Instead, I just decided to do what I wanted, what came naturally. I climbed into a squatting position, dangling over Tara as I lustfully eyed her full pussy. I saw Todd was deep inside of her. There was no way to take her ass from this vantage point. But I had no qualms about stuffing her pussy a second, time, testing her elasticity.
I inhaled as my cock went rock hard. I bent over as I looked Tara in wanton desire. She sent me back the same look, uneasy with the idea she knew I was running with, but too turned on to say no.
I shoved my cock inside her pussy, rubbing my shaft against Todd’s and gently pushing it into the narrow hole in between her wetness and his length. What Todd was blessed with in length, I made up in girth. My cock was thicker and I loved the feeling of pushing it inside their collective wetness.
“Ohhhh fuck!” she groaned, loving the feeling of two hard cocks creating friction internally. “Ohh Adrien!”
Hearing the name of his competitor, Todd fucked her even harder and deeper, but sending equal force all over my equally hard shaft. I grabbed her by the hair and sent my dick even deeper, looking her in the eyes as she splashed and dripped all over both of us.
Todd fucked her harder from underneath, pounding her pussy while clutching onto her asscheeks. “Ohhhh! Come on…make us come.”
Tara rode both of us throwing her arms back and forth, rubbing and caressing our arms. She had nowhere to go but all over us, oozing out her pussy juices with every passing minute.
We fucked her so long and hard we left her panting and grunting in heat. Just as she was approaching orgasm, I decided to intensify her quaking ecstasy. I pulled back just a little bit, enough to see and rub her clit. I wanted her to come this way, while we stroked and pounded her G-spot from the outside. If this was going to be the hottest sex of her life, it damn well better be the most intense finish.
Todd had the same thought so as he saw her writhing and wiggling her butt all over his firm cock, he got a wicked idea. He put a finger inside her ass as he kept the intense rhythm going back and forth.
Now feeling stimulated from all orifices and pleasure points, Tara exploded in full body orgasm. She not only flooded our cocks with her pussy wetness, but also bucked her body in every direction. She made fists with her hands and pounded the bed, not even sure how to handle the wave of intense climax coming over her.
“OH guys I’m coming! Don’t! Stop! Fucking! I’m coming so hard-”
She screamed, this time squirting all over our cocks. Her sweating bouncy breasts tickled my chest as I continued to fuck her – and incidentally fuck him – with every last bit of lust I had. I was into my balls inside her pussy and flipping all over Todd’s cock.
The more we grunted over the sound of Tara’s ongoing orgasm, the less we could contain ourselves. Several seconds later, the clench grew too strong. Her pussy contracted, squeezing both of our dicks and breaking our staying power.
We both came and filled her pussy up, a jolt going through our bodies as we howled at the moon, all in unison, like fucking wolves, like fucking animals. That’s what it felt like, and looked like as we all fell on the bed, exhausted. Confused, maybe. But thinking in perfect clarity, since we exorcised
the lustful demons inside of our bodies.
Tara
I suppose since I’ve never really behaved like a girl, I’ve never really been treated like a girl. It’s not like I’ve never had sex with men. It’s just that it’s always been a hello-goodbye sort of thing. Scratching the itch as they say. I’ve had guys hit me up, but I’ve never been courted. I’ve never fallen all over anybody or had anybody fall all over me, so my relationship, which apparently started with Todd and now somehow included Adrien, came as a bit of a surprise.
I’m not sure how I ended up in the morning in Todd’s bed with his arm wrapped around my waist, but at the time, it seemed completely natural. When he kissed me, I just melted and didn’t want to do anything except curl up in his arms. I felt wanted. When Adrien kissed me, I felt hungry. I felt desired. His kisses were like flames that wakened every nerve in my body. Between the two of them, I felt womanly. I felt beautiful. Until Adonis walked into the bathroom.
There was no way I could cover up that I was putting on a passion show, even if I was fully clothed. With the water and soap cascading over our bodies, they were kissing me on the face, the lips, the neck, between my breasts, while their hands slid and travelled under my tee-shirt.
He was just as unconcerned about what was happening in the shower as he had been about walking in on me in Todd’s bed this morning, but it didn’t help my own feelings. Adonis’ presence reminded me we were professionals in an ongoing investigation and groping a convalescence and his caregiver in the shower wasn’t exactly professionalism. I stepped out of the stall, completely embarrassed and groped for a towel. “It looks like I’ve run out of dry clothes again,” I muttered.
Thaddeus was helping Todd into some boxer shorts and a terry cloth robe. Adrien wrapped a towel around his waist, and stood in front of the mirror, shaving off what little stubble appeared on his face. Todd started to direct Thaddeus on where to find more clothes from his wardrobe, when Adrien turned around. “I have a better idea,” he said. “I’ve got a few things from when I first joined the force. I wasn’t any shorter, but I was thinner. I think it would be easier for Tara to wear something that’s too long but the right size around than something two of her can fit into.”
