by Aaron Crash
Having sex with the succubus probably wasn’t a good idea, and yet, a little blow job probably wouldn’t hurt him. It was a risk he couldn’t help but take.
And the idea that he was doing it in this stranger’s house? It turned Jack on.
Chapter Thirteen
STANDING IN PRESTON Tarrington’s bedroom, with time firmly stopped, Jack unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
Kneeling in front of him, Bailey pulled down his pants. His cock snapped out, a hard shaft with a bulbous head.
Bailey circled her fingers around it. “It’s so big and hard. And I like how it smells. I wonder how it tastes.”
Hadn’t she said something similar to Wanda? Then Jack realized that angel looked a lot like Wanda, though the two of them were completely different.
Then he couldn’t think. Bailey had her soft hands on his hips, caressing his skin.
She gazed at his naked sex. “My senses are alive and tingling. I have a nose, skin, a mouth, and while I can drink in your lust, I want to experience you in other ways.”
She leaned forward and opened her mouth. Her nostrils flared. Then her wet mouth covered the helmet of his dick. She took him deep before easing her head back.
She kept her hands on his hips as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on his dick, caressing it with her tongue, and then once again taking it deep. She choked a bit and came off it. “I like how your cock is so hot and alive. I like how I feel so overwhelmed by it. No wonder Wanda liked it so much.”
Bailey took her left hand and cupped his balls. She let her spit slide down his cock. She used that lube to grip him, and she started jerking him off while sucking on the head. Jack glanced around at the master bedroom and wondered how many times the wife had men up, men with big cocks to fuck her pussy while her husband was away.
And did Preston bring his whores here? Probably not. He probably took them to hotels, paid them cash, and made up some bullshit excuse so it was tax deductible. He had to have cash around if he liked to bang hookers. But where was the cash? No way to know, not really.
Jack returned to thinking about Vicky Tarrington. There was a picture of her on the vanity, just her, a tanned woman with short, frosted hair. She was hot, looked a tad innocent, but the chest of sex toys told a different story.
Mrs. Tarrington must’ve masturbated a lot, on the bed, with a butt plug in her ass while she used the vibrators on her clit. He didn’t have to wonder. He had someone he could ask.
“What does Vicky do on this bed, Bailey? Tell me more.”
Bailey leaned back and wiped her chin. She continued to stroke him. “Her husband isn’t around much. He says he’s travelling, but really, he stays at that nice airport a lot. He has a suite there and spends a fortune to keep it.”
“I don’t want to hear about him,” Jack growled. “I want to hear about her.”
“She likes to fuck herself before she goes to bed. She fantasizes about being gangbanged, but she hasn’t had the courage to do it yet. Oh, I want to fuck myself while I suck on you.” The sex demon took the dildo next to her, got the head wet with her spit, and then adjusted her body to slide it up into herself. She then was back to sucking on Jack.
He heard a gasp in the entryway. There, with her sword and horn, stood the blond angel he’d seen before. She had her wings tucked behind her, but Jack could still see the feathers. She had her tunic pulled up to show her shapely pale legs, her calves covered by the straps of her knee-high sandals.
Jack let out a little laugh.
The angel didn’t have her halo right then, and her eyes were their normal soft blue. But her nipples were hard, and yes, she was raising her tunic to show a very pink slit, blushing between her thighs. There was no sign of hair there. With one hand, the angel held the tunic up. With the other, she touched her thick pink clit at the top of her lips.
Jack couldn’t believe what the angel was doing. Shouldn’t she be yelling at them to stop?
That wouldn’t help with Bailey. She was lewdly fucking herself on the dildo attached to the floor. Rising up and down while she hungrily sucked on him. Her tail curled around his leg like a soft snake. It was like she was holding him in place in case he tried to escape. In reality, Jack didn’t want to go anywhere.
He thought about just letting himself come. It would be easy to do. He didn’t just have one woman masturbating in the room, he had two, and both were beautiful in completely opposite ways. One dark-haired and supposedly evil. The other pale, blond, and pink, and supposedly righteous. She might have to turn in her halo.
Jack held back from orgasming. He took a step back, giving the succubus a view of the doorway.
At first, Bailey was pissed. “Jack, why did you back away?” Then the demon saw the voyeur. “Oh, wow. And I thought she’d have a hairy pussy, a little golden treasure box. Do you like what you see, Feathers?”
The angel nodded, too horny to talk.
Bailey stood up, leaving the dildo on the floor. The fake dick gleamed from her juices. She jumped on the bed, on all fours, with her ass in the air. “I want a real cock inside me, Jack. I want to show this angel what real fucking looks like.”
Jack pulled off his clothes. He walked around to the bed to see Bailey from behind, in all her glory. She’d grown a bit more hair since the last time he saw her, but her bush was still just stubble. Her swollen red lips were creamy from fucking the dildo. Above it was the swirl of her asshole, which looked as slutty as the rest of her. Her tail came out of her spine, and currently it was the arrowhead. That tail would make the perfect handle when he fucked her hard.
Jack drew a finger up from her clit, painting her lips with her own spend, before sliding a finger into her boiling flesh. She pressed back against his invading finger. “No, Jack, I want your cock.”
Jack took his finger out of her and smacked her ass.
She yelped.
“We should talk about pregnancy and diseases,” he said.
Bailey had her face turned to the side on the bed so she could see him. Her hair was a pool of darkness on the scarlet comforter. “My body is new. I had to make a new one after Wanda. I’m clean. As for getting pregnant, that shouldn’t be a problem. I mean, it’s not like I’m human.”
Jack probably should’ve thought more about what he was doing, but his head was lost in a fog. And that pussy was so wet and open for him. Before he knew it, he was on the bed behind her. And, yes, he grabbed hold of her tail and slipped his cock all up inside her. She was the hottest woman he’d ever felt on him. Hot. Tight. Wet.
He withdrew and then slammed back into her.
Bailey rose up on her hands. “Watch him fuck me, Feathers, like the pool boy fucks Vicky. Oh, he pounds her so good. Just like Jack is going to pound me.”
Jack was going to pound her. The blow job had gotten him ready, but this time he wasn’t going to hold back. With his right hand, he held the base of Bailey’s tail. The rest of it twisted around his arm tightly, almost painfully tight. With his left hand, he grabbed the demon’s soft hair, just starting to dry from her shower.
Then he was slamming into her, harder, harder, harder. She let out a shriek every time he filled her completely. They started up a rhythm. She sank back into him as he thrust forward, back and forth, back and forth, and it was like she wanted to milk the cum out of his cock. Her big tits swung from her chest. Her hips rippled from their sex.
The angel had a tit out and was pinching a long, pink nipple.
Her hands blurred between her legs. She was playing with herself hard now, hard and desperate. A light sheen of sweat covered her face. Jack never thought he’d see a sweaty angel masturbating.
Bailey was watching. “Tell us when you’re going to come, angel. Tell us when.”
“I don’t know...I don’t know what’s happening to me,” the angel gasped. “I mean, I do, but I never thought it would feel so good. Or that watching you would turn me on so much.”
“Watch us fuck. Watch us fuck. Watch us fuc
k.” Bailey chanted the words as she slammed back into Jack. As he slammed into her.
There was no way that wasn’t going to make Jack come.
He let out a bark of pure pleasure. Then the waves of ecstasy hit him, each one more intense than the one before, each one making his head spin. He felt himself erupting inside Bailey, who continued to fuck back into him. He couldn’t hold her still—she was too strong. It was like she wanted to feel how slippery her pussy was now, slippery with his seed.
Bailey rammed herself back into him. Her tail adjusted, wrapping around his chest and now she was all the way down with her chest pressed to the bed. She was rubbing herself. “I’m going to come, Feathers. I’m going to come on his hard dick. I can feel him dripping out of me. I can feel so much of him dripping out.”
“I’m coming!” the angel squeaked. “Oh. This is an orgasm. I love it. I love it so much.”
Was it the first time the angel had ever orgasmed? It seemed so.
Bailey was right behind her. “Yes, make your slutty pussy come. Just like me. Be a slutty little angel, just like me.”
Jack was still in her when Bailey came on him. He felt her squeeze him, over and over, the contractions matching her orgasmic bliss.
The angel slumped to the floor.
Jack got off the bed, blinking, feeling lightheaded. The headache had grown to be intolerable, and he started dressing. “We have to get out of here. Now.”
Bailey bounced off the bed, kissed him, and grabbed the dildo. “Let me wash up. We don’t want any DNA evidence. You’d be amazing at how many people screw during Forensic Files. And people think succubi are too horny. Should I take this so you can ride it later, sweetie?” The demon waved the dildo at the angel.
The winged woman stood in the doorway, blinking in shock, her tunic back in place. “I don’t know. I’d like to go with you. I have questions.”
Jack shouldered on his jacket. “What about my wrongdoing here?”
The angel’s mouth hung open. Her pink lips trembled. It was obvious she didn’t have an answer.
Well, he’d gotten as much info as he could from the demon. He might as well try the angel.
Chapter Fourteen
BACK AT THE CAR, JACK gripped his head. “I don’t suppose either of you can drive.”
Standing by the car, demon looked at angel, and angel looked at demon. Both shrugged.
The angel beamed at Jack. “I’m a cheerful servant of the light, Jonathon. My sword is bright. My heart is full of the wonder of creation. My horn is a clarion call of righteous thunder. But, uh, none of that involves automobiles.”
“Just call me Jack. What should we call you?”
“Not fucking Gabriella,” Bailey spat. “Gabby is fine.”
Jack got into the driver’s seat.
Bailey shoved past Gabby and got in the passenger seat. “Shotgun.”
“Where is a shotgun?” the angel asked in alarm. “It’s a weapon which discharges many pellets of various sizes. My vocabulary of human terms is very good.”
Bailey rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Heavenly bitches are such a pain in my rectum.”
Gabby got in the back seat. She shuffled forward to allow for her wings. She had to undo her belt to get her sword and horn inside.
Jack squinted in the rearview mirror. “Hey, Gabby, can you help me out? I can’t see a thing with your feathers all unfurled.”
“Oh, sorry, I can take on a more unassuming form. This body is so cool! I really like my clitoris.”
“Of course you do.” Bailey sighed. “Clits rule.”
A second later, Gabby lost the halo, the wings, even the sword and horn. She was still dressed in a tunic and her golden jewelry and those sandals. She would stick out. Well, so would Bailey. Seeing a bombshell with black hair and smeary makeup in a red cocktail dress, people couldn’t help but stare. He’d have to get them new clothes so they’d fit in more.
A right click of the toy soldier and time started up again. The alarms from the Tarrington house immediately started blaring. He tooled away with the women in the car and got out of the neighborhood before the cops got there.
Jack had been careful not to leave DNA there. And there might’ve been some from Bailey, but as she wasn’t human, she wouldn’t appear on any database anywhere. Neither would Gabby.
Jack got on I-25 and drove with one eye closed. His migraine was like an ice pick in his temple. “Okay, Gabby, why’d you want to tag along?”
She was staring at her hand like she’d just smoked a bowl. Her fingernails were pink and precious. Just like her lips.
“Hey, Gabby,” Jack urged, “now is the time we talk.”
“Fucking bitch,” Bailey hissed.
Gabby either didn’t hear or didn’t want to get in a fight. Her voice was bubbly. “Jonathan. I mean, Jack. Jack is your name. Well, most of the time I’m on soul watch, just watching souls and trying to guide them to heaven or keep them out of trouble.”
“Bullshit,” Bailey snapped. “She eats Nefesh like I eat Ijjinaya.”
Gabby blushed. Jack saw it in the rearview. “It’s not eating. It’s...it’s more like enjoying. And people enjoy it as well, when they’re feeling soulful, connected to life and to each other.”
Bailey moved her seat back right into Gabby’s face. “She’s a fucking leech, just like me and just like the Fugs.”
“Am not!” Gabby protested, huffing. “And your eye makeup is messy and terrible. I bet you don’t even know how to make it pretty. I’m beautiful naturally because I’m so full of light and love.”
Bailey got a hurt look on her face. “I’m still getting used to makeup. I’ll fix it. Or maybe I won’t. I thought I looked sexy. Do I look sexy?” Her brow was furrowed. Her eyes begged Jack for a very specific answer.
“You are very sexy, Bailey,” Jack said. “Don’t worry.”
“Slutty maybe, but not sexy,” Gabby said in hushed voice. She was still hurt as well.
Jack cut through the girl drama. “Tell me more about Nefesh.”
Gabby’s voice was annoyingly loud and cheerful. “Oh, soul energy is the best and most powerful of the Septua energies. When people are helping each other, when they feel connected to the world, they exude such wonderful power. It’s the breath of life. Like in a couple of months, we’ll have Christmas, and from what I’ve heard, it’s the most wonderful time of the year! I’ll find people to enjoy Nefesh with. They’ll feel good. I’ll feel good. And we’ll all be together, singing songs and being so happy.”
“Sounds boring.” Bailey had the sun visor down and was trying to rub off her makeup with her fingers.
“It’s not boring, Bailey,” Gabby insisted. “And I’ll have you know, I’m no stranger to sex or Ijjinaya. People can have Nefesh when they make love, so tenderly, so connected, gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. It’s very soulful. And I’m there, enjoying them, as they enjoy each other.”
To Jack, Gabby absorbing Nefesh sounded exactly like what Bailey did. It was just another supernatural creature snacking on humans. But he wasn’t going to say that. He needed information from the angel. “Okay, Gabby, so you were watching souls, enjoying moments of Nefesh, and then what happened?”
“And then you stopped time, Jack. No one can stop time. It’s very problematic. And even more worrisome? No one in any of the legions noticed. Except for me. Then when Annie was kidnapped? Well, I watched you, evaluating you, and then today happened. Which was a surprise. I didn’t expect any of this.”
“How much Nefesh did you get from Jack fucking me?” Bailey asked, still sulking.
“That was all Ijjinaya,” Gabby said. “And it was very exciting. I wasn’t...used to that. Or having a clitoris. Did I mention I’m very grateful for my clitoris?”
“Twice now,” Jack said. “How did you know about Annie?”
“Annie lives with her father, and they watch over each other. Annie has a friend, Lisa, that’s their roommate, and she helps out. They’re all close and happy.
I’m glad. It’s a shame what happened with her fiancé. That knucklehead cheated on her. And with her best friend! It was terrible! You humans sure can mess things up.”
Jack laughed. “That’s the understatement of the year. We’re really good at messing things up. So Bailey can sense things about people’s sexuality. What about you?”
“I can see the good in people. Except for you, Jack. You’re a complete mystery. That makes this all the more exciting!” Gabby clapped her hands and stomped her feet. She was having the time of her life, which was how long, exactly? She seemed far younger than Bailey, and Bailey was like five thousand years old.
Jack could ask about Gabby’s age later. For now, he had to stay focused. “Do you know where Annie is?”
“No, but I’ve been thinking about that. We should ask the Clockwatcher.”
Bailey slammed the sun visor up. “I thought about that too. The Clockwatcher is dangerous. And what is the fucking Pinturicchio Legion? I thought you might be serving under Marianna, her ladyship of the dried-up cunt.”
“Language, please, Bailey,” Gabby said. “And my relationship with Marianna was...problematic. The Pinturicchio Legion is new, but we’re making strides. Some people think we’re going to be very important in the Tempus Bellum.”
“And what is the Tempus Bellum?” Jack asked.
Gabby didn’t pause as she chattered on. “The Clockwatcher is dangerous, but he’ll know where Annie was taken. It was that horrid Kerrata, right? You do know what Kerrata is planning, don’t you?”
“No.” Bailey laid a hand on Jack’s arm. “Can we stop at a Macy’s? I’d like to buy some new clothes. And makeup remover. Maybe we’d go to a CVS for that. I only ever go in to watch guys buy condoms there. Did you know they sell sex toys there now? I like women who buy their sex toys at a drugstore.”
“Well, whatever Kerrata is planning, it’s going to be huge.” Gabby reached forward and flung Bailey’s hand off Jack. “Keep your hands to yourself. I know the only reason you’re with Jack is to corrupt him.”
