Power Mage 2

by Hondo Jinx

  “Bella invited us,” Brawley said, sticking the VIP card in the brunette’s face.

  “Oh,” the Brunette said, shying from the card like a vampire from a silver cross. All the sass went out of her, and she smiled warmly, the expression sickened slightly with worry. “That’s… wonderful. Welcome to Heaven and Hell. Come with me, and I’ll show you to her suite.”

  21

  As she led them away from the doors, flanking the wild party, the brunette Carnal hollered over the music, “I was only having fun back there, okay? I didn’t mean any offense, all right?”

  Brawley didn’t say shit. Let the bitch sweat.

  But Nina said, “No harm, no foul,” and swaggered at his side, a badass M&M who’d swapped clown shoes and puffy gloves for combat boots and fingerless gloves.

  How he loved her.

  And how he loved Sage, who clung to his arm, her initial wonderment now tempered with obvious concern. He slipped an arm around her and gave her an encouraging squeeze. Sage showed him a nervous smile and squinched her glasses up her nose.

  “I do not think the Halloween parties I missed were much like this,” she shouted into his ear.

  Brawley laughed.

  “I reckon probably they weren’t,” Brawley said, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He turned to give Nina the same treatment, but she was hard to reach, so he just patted her head.

  Nina flashed him a quick smile, but her mismatched eyes remained sharp, scanning the people around them, his tough little wife staying wisely on point.

  “Fuck yeah!” a woman against the wall roared. She was blonde and perfect with a choker of pearls tight around her toned neck. A sparkling tiara tilted crookedly atop her thick blond curls, and shreds of what had likely once been a princess dress hung in rags from her bouncing body. Her epic breasts shook hypnotically as she bounced up and down, riding reverse cowgirl style on the thick pole of a huge guy lying on the ground. His identity was obscured, because a gorgeous Asian girl wearing a tall, black witch’s hat sat on his face, grinding like crazy.

  The blond girl’s nose and upper lip looked like they’d been dipped in flour. Her lust-crazed eyes fastened onto Brawley, and she shouted, “Yippee-ki-yay, cowboy! Come on over and fuck my mouth.”

  Brawley turned away, keeping his hands on his women. His dick throbbed like a toothache now. He wanted nothing to do with these demonic sex dolls, no matter how hot they were, but between the mist, the sight of supermodels sucking and fucking all around him, and his new, constantly through-the-roof libido, he was harder than a diamond ball bat.

  As they passed, sticking to the outer edges of the wild party, Carnals on the fringe leered and sneered, gyrating their sweaty bodies and waggling their pink tongues.

  A hulking body builder dressed like Cupid stepped from the crowd, shouting lewd invitations to Sage.

  Brawley was set to tell Cupid to get fucked, but the brunette interposed, shouting at the asshole. Brawley couldn’t hear much over the roaring music, but he heard one word clearly enough.

  Bella.

  Cupid’s face dawned with comprehension and concern in the pulsing flashes of the light show. The massive Carnal bowed apologetically and backed away into the crowd, and the brunette led Brawley and the girls deeper into Heaven and Hell.

  When they reached the end, they entered a corridor flanked by storage bays converted into party rooms. The corridor was dim. The laser show of the main floor strobed at both ends, but the rest of the hall was lit only by illumination spilling from the rooms flanking its length and the bobbling luminescence of neon accessories around the necks, wrists, and waists of Carnals going room to room.

  Most of the rooms were dimly lit tangles of flexing muscles and grasping hands, mouths sucking whatever they latched onto as flesh slapping against flesh. The indiscriminate orgies went blindly on, the Carnals utterly lost to pleasure, their bodies convulsing in waves of naked flesh as partiers popped off like strings of human firecrackers.

  Other rooms housed vendors. Drug dispensaries, hooch huts, rooms bristling with sex toys and costume accessories. They passed a tattoo parlor, a room where artists were painting luminescent masterpieces onto the curvaceous canvases of naked Carnals, and, oddly enough, a well-lit jewelry store, which looked like it had been teleported here from a high-end shopping mall, complete with security guards. In another room, barbers worked feverishly snipping locks, shaving heads, and dying hair, while Carnals struck poses in mirrors and adjusted their look by rapidly growing or curling hair or sprouting thick lumberjack beards.

  Deeper and deeper into the corridor they traveled, weaving between couples and groups humping on the floor and sidestepping other loners who had apparently flopped down to masturbate for all the world to see.

  Brawley scanned left and right for a way out but saw none. He hated the feeling of moving farther and farther from the entrance. It felt like they were traveling deeper and deeper into an ever-narrowing tunnel that grew dimmer and more diabolical with every step.

  Then they emerged from the corridor of pleasure bays, and the brunette led them up a set of metal stairs that rose like a fire escape along the back wall. Midway up the skeletal staircase, Brawley paused on the landing and looked out over the boiling flesh.

  Definitely more hell than heaven, he thought, and then he noticed the cage at the center of the dance floor. Down on the main floor, all the dancing bodies had blocked the cage from his view, but he could see it clearly from this vantage point.

  Within the cage, four incredibly muscular men dressed in gladiator helmets, breechcloths, and sandals with crisscrossed straps encasing their legs from foot to knee, appeared to be trying to beat each other to death with their bare hands.

  It was three on one.

  The largest warrior stood at the center of the caged ring. The other three attacked savagely, but the gigantic man fought like a demon, knocking them aside and countering their lightning attacks with counters even faster than lightning, rocking his opponents with every shot, showering the crowd with sprays of blood every time he swung his mighty fists.

  The mighty giant roared with laughter as he slammed two heads together, crumpling helmets and sending his opponents to the blood-soaked ground in twitching heaps. The remaining attacker hurtled through the air and drove an explosive kick into the exposed spine of the roaring hulk. The kick, thrown with supernatural speed and strength, landed square, pounding into the lower vertebrae with tremendous force.

  The giant barely budged.

  Then he was a blur of motion, spinning, lowering into a crouch, and springing forward. The giant brought his arm around in a wide, hooking slap that smacked into the side of his attacker’s head with such force that Brawley saw the neck break.

  The man’s body went loose.

  The giant caught the falling man’s head in his hands, bellowed, and flexed. The metal helmet crumpled in his hands and popped up, tugging at the chin strap as the head inside shattered. The dead man spilled to the ground in a bloody, sweaty heap, a pulpy pool leaking out from the twisted helmet.

  Hit by the boost of killing another flesh mage, the giant thrust his bloody fists into the air, roaring triumphantly at the howling spectators pressed up against the octagonal cage. A blood-spattered erection of grotesque proportions jutted from the champion’s breechcloth, which he tore away, to stand naked and victorious before the worshipping masses.

  Brawley scanned the roaring gladiator’s strength.

  237.

  Holy shit.

  Along with the score, Brawley gained a sense of the man, a monster who killed psi mages for juice and fuggles for fun, a reckless savage seeking total domination.

  And Brawley recognized the son of a bitch.

  “Colton Finn,” the brunette said, and even with the music thundering all around them, Brawley could hear the purr in her voice. She stared down at the murderous asshole, shimmying back and forth with obvious desire.

  She wasn’t alone. Around the ring, gorgeous women s
hook their tits, calling out to Colton, eyes locked on his hulking, blood-streaked physique.

  Colton Finn, seemingly oblivious to the women throwing themselves at him, turned to face the pair watching from an elevated platform at the rear of the fighting cage.

  Seated in a throne with her legs crossed and a disapproving look on her beautiful face was none other than his date, Bella Travain, dressed tonight not as a sexy angel but rather as a sexy devil in red heels and lingerie with a pointed tail and little red horns atop her blond head.

  Alongside her, standing with one hand resting nonchalantly on Bella’s shoulder was an athletically built woman in a tailored suit of dark fabric, her knuckles sparkling with constellations of gold and gemstones. Apparently, the owner of Heaven and Hell did not feel compelled to wear a costume herself. For Brawley was certain that he was looking at none other than Bella’s mother, Jasmine Travain, who controlled Miami’s Carnal order and reportedly owned half the city to boot.

  This was power on a whole different level.

  Colton Finn bowed low toward Bella and her mother. Bella turned her face away, stifling a theatrical yawn, but her mother gave a short nod.

  Then the brunette was leading them up the stairs again, gushing about how hot Colton was.

  They reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the steel grate walkway that ran across the rear of the club, thirty feet above the throbbing party.

  Two Carnals in black t-shirts stood before a thick rope of purple velvet, blocking their path. Beyond security, silhouettes moved vaguely within the blue-lit space visible through the gauzy walls of a large canopy spread across the platform.

  The brunette spoke to the scowling Carnals in black, who checked Brawley’s card then smiled deferentially, unhooking the barrier and bowing as they let Brawley and the girls behind the velvet rope.

  “Enjoy the VIP tent,” the brunette called, not passing beyond the rope herself. “Bella will join you shortly.”

  A smiling cocktail bunny appeared, carrying a silver platter piled with empty glasses and bottles and the skeletal remains of what had been bunches of grapes. The waitress smiled warmly, welcomed them to Heaven and Hell, and asked what they would like to drink.

  Brawley couldn’t even imagine what booze would cost in a place like this. Before he could ask, the waitress said, “Drinks for Miss Travain’s guests are on the house, of course.”

  Sage ordered champagne. Nina asked for her usual, something sweet and strong.

  Brawley ordered a Bud.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” the waitress said, frowning prettily. “We don’t carry Bud.” She rattled off a bunch of names Brawley had never heard of. They sounded like fancy craft beers, so he ordered whiskey straight.

  “What drugs would you like?” the waitress asked cheerily. “We have coke, X, weed—”

  Brawley raised a hand, cutting her off. “That’s all right. Thanks, hon. We’ll pass.”

  As they approached the tent, a woman emerged wearing furry white leg warmers and a matching, short cropped jacket with a furry white hood. Beneath, she wore only shiny silver short-shorts and star-shaped silver pasties.

  Brawley recognized her face, swimsuit model curves, and midnight-black hair. It was Bella’s bitchy friend, the one who’d worn a cum-drenched red bikini while scoffing at Brawley and his women and trying to talk Bella into banging Colton Finn.

  When the woman spotted them, her eyes lit up, her mouth dropped wide open, and she squealed with phony delight. “Oh my gosh, guys! I am so happy to see you here!” she hurried over to hug Sage and Nina like long-lost friends.

  She threw her arms around Brawley and pressed her cheek to his in a warm embrace, smelling like she’d used aphrodisiac mist as perfume. She kissed his jaw and stepped back, smiling at him like they were old buddies. “Bella is going to be soooo happy you came, JB. Come in the tent. She’ll be here soon. Come on, come on. Don’t you just love it here? It’s great, isn’t it? Oh my gosh, did you see Colton fight? Isn’t he amazing? My name’s Irina, by the way. What are your names again?”

  “Tina,” said Nina.

  “Paige,” said Sage.

  The VIP tent was illuminated by globes of iridescent blue wavering indistinctly within billowing waves of love mist. Figures sprawled around the edges of the room, moving in pairs and trios upon the soft futon that covered the floor of the tent. The air was full of soft laughter, moans of pleasure, the sounds of sucking, and flesh slapping flesh.

  “Everyone, say hi to Bella’s special guests,” Irina said.

  Beautiful faces glimmering with perspiration leaned from the shadows to offer 1000-watt smiles and cheery greetings, everyone talking over everyone else.

  Brawley nodded and sat down in an unoccupied section with his back to the wall. He unslung his AA-12, laid it across his lap, and slipped his arms over the shoulders of his women.

  The others went back to fucking, and Irina stood in the middle of the room, dancing alone, and sucking a neon pink pacifier. Occasionally, she peeked over one shoulder to smile seductively at Brawley.

  Nina pulled his ear down to her lips. He was so horned up from the gas that the hot breath and light touch of his lover’s mouth sent a shiver of sharp desire through him. Nina’s hand moved lightly across his lap, toying with the hardness she found there. “She’d fuck you right now. You could open your strand, and we could get out of here.”

  “To hell with that,” he said. “She’s a looker, but forever’s a long time, and I’d sooner bond with a wild sow. The pig’d have a better personality. Now get your hand off my business before you make me change my mind.”

  Nina gave him a confused look, so he grabbed her hand. That’s when he realized she hadn’t been fondling him. It was Sage.

  Now Sage squeezed him hard and leaned in close to breathe into his ear. “I am very aroused, Master. Please insert your penis in me.” And then she was unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his fly.

  “Wait,” he said. He was hornier than he’d ever been in his life, but this felt all wrong, and he didn’t want to let his guard down for a second.

  But Sage was determined. Her slender fingers tugged at his jockey shorts, pulling them down as her other hand latched onto his throbbing shaft and pulled it out.

  After such a long stretch of feeling his erection straining against his jeans, popping free was a blessed relief. And Sage’s hands, which started pumping, one fist atop the other, made him want to rip off her panties, hike up that tight little skirt, and bang his hot-ass nurse into sweet oblivion.

  Nina bent forward. Her M&M costume blocked his lap from view, but he felt her warm mouth close over the head of his erection, and his balls clenched threatening to drown her in hot cum.

  Undulating at the center of the tent, Irina smiled wickedly down, sucking her pacifier and plunging her free hand down the front of her tight silver shorts.

  “No,” Brawley said, gently pulling Nina’s mouth and Sage’s eager hands from his throbbing erection. “This place, this mist, has made you both crazy. It’s made me crazy, too, but we can’t let our guard down. We need to stay sharp.”

  Nina wiped her mouth and pouted. “Please?”

  Meanwhile, Sage’s fingers tiptoed across his lap again.

  He blocked her questing hands, shoved his junk back in his jockeys, and zipped his pants with some difficulty. His hardness strained against the denim. His balls ached like they’d been kicked.

  Irina laughed, turned her back, and started twitching her tight ass back and forth.

  “You girls are killing me,” Brawley told his wives. “I’m going to pound the shit out of your pussies later, but right now, I’m serious. I got a feeling we have to stay on point. We give in and get all lovey-dovey, we might could end up deader’n hell.”

  Nina laughed. “Paranoid much?”

  “Shit,” Brawley said, “don’t give me that. I’m the only one thinking half-straight right now. You hate Carnals. And that one over there is a prime example of why. But the
gas they’re pumping in here has you so horny you just proposed we hitch our wagon to hers forever. Let that sink in for a second, darlin, and tell me if I’m being paranoid.”

  Nina’s eyes went wide with understanding.

  Sage sobered instantly and began straightening her clothes. “You are right, husband. I sense it, too. I was so swept up by desire that I—”

  “Drinks?” the waitress said, coming into the tent and lowering the silver platter to them.

  Brawley thanked her and handed the girls their drinks and took his beer. Brawley pulled a five from his hip pocket, but before he could tip her, the waitress turned, showing them her puffy bunny tail as she went off to serve the other partiers.

  Irina accepted a little baggie, gave the waitress a quick kiss and a slap on the ass, and came over and stood before Brawley, grinning down at the bill in his hand. “Never give a Carnal girl a tip,” she said, still swaying back and forth. “Give her the whole thing.” She smiled, obviously pleased with herself, and shook the little baggie of twinkling crystals. “Oh my gosh, guys, anybody want a bump?”

  They shook their heads.

  Irina made a face. “Suit yourselves. Can I at least snort a line off that big cock of yours, JB?”

  Brawley shook his head.

  Irina rolled her eyes. “Party pooper. How about you?” she asked Sage. “Mind if I snort a line off those sweet little tits of yours?”

  Sage shook her head and scooched close to Brawley.

  Irina turned to Nina. “Okay, you then. How about I rip that stupid costume down the middle, and we’ll see what you look like under the candy.”

  “You wouldn’t like what I have under here,” Nina snarled.

  “We’re all right,” Brawley said, and gave a sweeping motion with one hand. “We’re just waiting for Bella.”

  For just a fraction of a second, Irina’s eyes flashed with pure rage, and Brawley prepared to use the AA-12. Sure, this annoying girl looked like a 98-pound model and acted like a sex-starved bimbo. But she was a Carnal, and that meant that in two seconds flat, she could rip off his arms and beat his wives to death with them.