jims legacy 01 - jim sees dead people

by D. R. Rosier

  I kissed her again then whispered, “That’s why I am resisting the urge to take you, even though I know some part of you wants me to. Instead I thought I would beg you to take me.”

  I smiled as I lifted my head to look into those sexy blue eyes and said softly, almost pleadingly, “Take me into your room and have your way with me.”

  She picked me up and ran back in the bedroom, closing the door as we went through. I plugged up the dam in my head, and then I capped it again, just in case. I would take no chance with my power hurting this woman. She grinned and started to strip my clothes off my body, I reciprocated, pulling the sundress over her head.

  I couldn’t help it. I froze as my eyes caressed her naked body for the first time. Her creamy breasts were flawless, large hardened and swollen red nipples atop a D-sized mound of perfect flesh. Her shaven core was glistening with a light sheen of honey, her puffy silken lips aching to be touched. My kisses and touch earlier must have had more of an effect on her than I first thought.

  I patiently waited for her to escalate, resisting the urge to ravish her. I didn’t have to wait long. She dropped to her knees and took me in her willing soft wet mouth, her tongue swirling around my tip. Her lips felt like velvet, her throat opened up to my bulbous head then closed around it tightly, massaging my most sensitive part. I had forgotten their life was dark energy, and they controlled all of their body with it.

  Despite coming less than an hour ago she pleasured me with her mouth for mere minutes when I gasped and my cock engorged in her throat. I resisted pushing in, giving up all the control to her. She didn’t disappoint, as I started to cum she buried her nose into my abdomen and snaked her tongue out to lick my tightened nut sac as I coated the inside of her throat with my seed.

  I grabbed her head and shoulder for support, a light touch, so I wouldn’t fall due to my buckling weak knees.

  Her sexy voice trilled over my cock as she started to milk it with a short bobbing motion while moaning in approval at my taste. When I started to lose rigidity she allowed my cock to drop from her lips and she stood up to kiss me. I am not ashamed to say I was completely enthralled by her, no magic necessary, so when she pushed me down on the bed and lowered her core on my face I was eager to please.

  Her taste was wonderful and her silken folds soft and inviting against my rough tongue. I paid close attention as this was my first time with her and didn’t know the spots yet. Ultra awareness of her every reaction to all my touches and licks. Her twitches, moans and gasps giving up the secrets to her pleasure. I found the three best spots and then started a rotation on just those three spots, to avoid over stimulation on any one.

  I got hard again immediately when she started to grind on my face and cry out. Surrendering to my ministrations could not have been easy for her. I felt like I won something when I drew out her passion and flamed it to her height. Pleasuring this woman was deeply satisfying. Then her wonderful dripping silk turned into a torrent that I lapped up and swallowed.

  I did not stop, I moved to the secondary spots I marked in my head to draw her orgasm out a bit more then moved back to the primary three, determined to draw out more love juice from her hot wet core. Shortly after she drenched my face again and while I drank of her she arched her back and pushed down against me. My nose was pushed up against her puckered star as I licked her pussy as she came down again.

  She grasped my tool and looked down, her blue eyes twinkling she said, “You really enjoyed that.”

  I smiled and said gasping, “You have no idea how much Stephanie.”

  She grinned and said, “So I am in control then?”

  I nodded and said, “Oh yes, I am your willing sex slave and lover.”

  Stephanie grinned and ordered, “Lick my ass slave.”

  I think she might have been kidding, but the truth is I’ve been dreaming of getting my tongue between her cheeks since I saw her in those tight jeans a few days ago, when she finally revealed that sexy bubble butt. So I didn’t hesitate for even a second. She gasped and I felt her dark star tighten as I probed and rimmed it with my tongue.

  She gasped out, “You may finger my pussy as you continue.”

  I groaned in pleasure as I slid a finger between her velvety folds and pushed my tongue inside her dark hole as she moaned. For this third orgasm of oral pleasure I teased her mercilessly, raising her to heights then holding here there. Slowing down when she got to close, speeding up when she started to fall away from orgasm.

  Finally she ordered in frustration, “Be a good slave and make me cum, now!”

  I slipped my tongue deep in her dark star, two curled fingers in her pussy and rubbed her g-spot and then I pinched her clit with my other hand. She screamed loudly as she immediately peaked. Gushing out, she soaked my fingers, rivulets of her honey running down my forearm. My tongue was trapped in the vise of her sphincter. I kept stimulating her and rolled her quickly into number four. The advantage of my teasing her earlier made it strike her like an avalanche.

  As she came down she fell over sideways on the bed, dismounting me. Her pleasure was too close to pain from the intensity of it. I held her close against me, spooning her with my cock hard and sandwiched in her luscious ass cheeks as I caressed her body with brushing fingertips and cooed in her ear.

  When she recovered she pushed me on my back again, this time mounting my pole. Her core locked tight around me. It is hard to describe the feeling, but like Nikki she had complete control over her whole body via dark energy. My god the sensations on my sheathed pole were beyond belief as she stimulated many parts of my cock separately, each part with different sensations and levels of stimulation.

  She made my intense stimulation with the third and fourth oral orgasm I gave her look like incompetent play as she brought me quickly to ecstasy and using her dark energy held me there for a long time. I think I passed out for a while after she sucked my balls completely dry, her core sucking up my seed greedily. Gasping and out of breath she looked down at me with a proud smirk as she lowered her torso against me to claim a kiss.

  A short time later I told her I loved her, when she looked at me in disbelief I offered proof by telling her to bite me. How could I not love her, the mind blowing sex being the least of reasons compared to the rest of what she had to offer of herself to me and the others.

  I remembered the feeling of hatred toward the slayers when I thought she would be hurt. I remember showing her the coven to show her how others valued her, and I realized I believed every word of it. I loved this woman without a doubt. I had no worries that the bite would go wrong and make me some unwilling slave.

  We both passed out after the bite, the orgasm so explosive for both of us we woke up a few minutes later completely sated. This time when I told her I loved her, when I looked at her adoringly and not like an addict, she believed me.

  Chapter 10

  Over the next 8 months we spent most of our time at Stephanie’s place. Finally as a group we moved in. Mia, Pia, Marie, Nikki and I all had separate rooms, but most nights we all piled in with Stephanie and slept together, using the other rooms only when we wanted intimate one on one time. Although Pia, Marie and Nikki didn’t really sleep they stayed with us for the most part.

  Although they always teased me saying that they snuck off and had really hot three-way Sapphic love when the rest of us were sleeping. They would just wink though with a twinkle in their eyes when I said, “Pictures or it didn’t happen.”

  Of course cameras couldn’t capture ghosts or angels so I couldn’t even set anything up to find out. Not that I would ever do such a thing…

  Plus we were all having too much fun with it for me to really try and prove it either way. I was almost sure they did it to kick my libido to a higher gear. Whenever they would go on about one of their nights I would lure one away and thoroughly ravish them. I hoped both were true though of course, and I never did find out.

  Nikki gave birth first to my son Wade. Named after his grandfather. He ha
d the blonde hair and storm gray eyes of his mother, but had my nose and chin. He was an adorable baby. To my regret at the necessity, I bound his power with mine, trapping it beneath a shield to hide his identity from angels. There were also more practical reasons to do so.

  We couldn’t have a toddler throwing around light energy without understanding the consequences. There were also the eighteen vampire aunts and one uncle that he could easily fry on accident. So it was necessary. I had also screened the birth room so the Angel’s would not feel his power enter the world.

  The birth was quick, maybe 15 minutes, because Nikki was an angel with total control over her body it didn’t even hurt her. Mia was happy and disgusted at the same time, knowing her time would be much more painful.

  To her surprise however I was able to use my energy to abate some of the pain when my daughter Mina decided to make her big entrance two days later. Not to say it was painless, but it wasn’t quite that bad for her.

  Mina had Mia’s Raven hair but her eyes were bluish green. Her Asian features were dulled by my European looks, she was adorable. What surprised us all was when she started crying, we could hear her voice in our ears but also directly in our minds. Apparently my energy during her conception made her a little special, we wouldn’t find out how much for some time.

  It wasn’t all puppies and rainbows but we are generally happy. Mia and I were able to finish college and she opened up a practice right in town. What did I do besides keep my family happy, satisfied, protected and safe? I became a writer, it kept me at home and available to my family, which of course is the most important thing. I know ironic, me hating the English Lit class and all.

  Did the angels ever cotton on to my son Wade being a nephilim? Was my Nikki ever punished for her part in things? Was he as strong as we feared? What powers did my daughter Mina have?

  Well, that is my children’s story to pass along when they are ready to tell it.

  As for our little group we settled in and made the town ours to protect and hold. The smart demons, necromancers and evil vamps gave our town a wide berth, allowing it to stand as a sanctuary. The stupid ones died quickly and painfully.

  Jim’s Legacy: Mina’s Story

  Chapter 1

  I sighed softly in frustration as my sister Ariel barged into my room, you would think after 19 years she would figure out how to knock on a door. I was 21 this year and about to head off to my third year of college. Yes I was finally escaping this mad house of repression and insanity.

  “What?” I snapped.

  Ariel made a face and muttered, “Sorry Mina, but…”

  My sister’s voice faltered under my glare so I looked into her lovely sea green eyes and picked out what the problem was. It was a trick I learned when I was 5, before then I had to listen to everyone’s mind within a 100 yards all the time, it’s a miracle I am not crazy…. Okay, crazier. This way I can still use my gift, but not have to lower my shield and listen to everyone, only the person I want to hear.

  “On my dresser, honestly, how many brushes can one person lose? Make sure you bring it back.”

  As I lost hold of the annoyance I couldn’t hold back my giggle, as my younger sisters normally beautiful long red hair looked like a rats nest. She glared at me as she grabbed the brush and stomped out. She was the total opposite of her mother Stephanie who had endless patience and a calm personality. She truly lived up to her fiery hair color.

  It wasn’t like I didn’t love my family, but heck, there were so many of them. I think polyamory is really cool, but when you have 5 mothers and… 24 Aunt’s and 4 Uncles at the last count, privacy can be a hard thing to come by. I say 5 mothers because those are the ones with my Father, Jim. The Aunts and uncles are all the hot vampire chicks and the few men they lure here with their charms, except for Sam, he has always been here with Aunt Gabby.

  What is even stranger is all of my Aunts look younger than me now, as they haven’t aged a day since I was born. Point being, privacy is impossible. I’d have run away in my teens while pulling my hair out if I hadn’t been able to feel how much they love me. As it is they are way overprotective, my first two years of college right here in our home town.

  Luckily I am escaping in a week. The prospect of a full dorm and sharing a room sounds like privacy to me compared to this family.

  I am not a virgin, but it is so hard to bring a date home to this house. Forget finding intimate alone time, it is so embarrassing when your date drools over all your Aunt’s, or even worse one or more of my mothers. So I have a policy it’s his place or no place.

  I look in the mirror and think not bad, it’s just hard to compete in this house. Although I don’t think it’s really a competition. I think it’s just the men I brought home were so amazed and shocked at the twenty plus gorgeous young woman that live here they couldn’t stop staring. I always made it a point not to read a guy at that point, not because I didn’t want to know, because it was wasted effort. I already did know what they were thinking.

  I am mixed Asian and Caucasian. Eurasian. I think it mixed pretty well together if the actions of the boys I went to school with are any sort of measure. Not to mention their thoughts. I have my mother’s exotic look but it is softened, my facial features less sharp. I also have my mother’s Raven black hair that flows straight down my back, not a curl in sight and Blue Green eyes, slightly darker than Ariel’s sea green. The only thing I didn’t get was the C breasts. Mine are a perky B size.

  Oh, at least the guys could only stare at some of my mothers, because they wouldn’t have been able to see three of them. My aunt, my blood aunt Pia who I consider one of my five mothers, is the spitting image of my birth mother. Except she stopped aging at 25, you see she is a ghost.

  So is Marie, she was dead as an infant, actually grew up with my dad and they fell in love as they grew up. When I was little I used to swoon at the story, it’s really romantic actually.

  My third invisible mom, at least to those outside the family, is my brother’s natural mother and she is an angel.

  So when I was conceived, there was something going on with energy, so that’s where I got the power to read minds and see energy. I do not have a conduit to the afterlife like dad does, since of course, I haven’t ever died. I can just naturally see it. The one other thing I can do though is work with the energy, but I have to access it through someone else to do so, and I am not limited to Light or Dark, like my brother and sister are. I can pretty much manipulate both. Even steal it against the will of the holder.

  I once accidentally unanimated one of my aunt’s by taking her dark energy, once they coaxed me to give the energy back to her I was sent to my room for a week…

  I can see why they were mad now, but at 4 I didn’t understand at all. I had stolen Ariel’s before that when she was just 2, and my little sister always just filled back up over a few hours. I couldn’t figure out why my aunt didn’t do that as well, of course now I know. Vampires can’t regenerate the energy unless they drink blood. I know it sounds gross, but I hear the orgasms are awesome, like ruin normal sex awesome.

  I absolutely can’t wait to get to California and get out of this crazy freaking house with no privacy smack dab in the middle of cow country. I know I will love the freedom.

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  By the time the plane landed in Southern California I was already missing my family, privacy was so overrated. Of course I could go home whenever I felt like it, there was no shortage of Guardian angels, and they were all over the place. It wasn’t too hard to find one willing to part with enough energy for me to teleport home. That thought made me feel better so I headed on down to the campus.

  It was a beautiful day, about 78 degrees and the sun was shining. I loved it already. I found my dorm and dropped off my stuff then went back out to register for classes. I was in my third year and was going for medical science. I wanted to be a researcher into medications and illnesses.

  I liked people, but I don’t think I could be a
hospital or general practitioner MD. Telling someone they were going to die, or that their baby died… I would not be able to handle it. So I was going into research, where hopefully I could save a lot of people, but indirectly, where I would not have to see the people that were dying if I failed at something.

  That makes me sound cowardly, and I am really quite brave in some respects, just not that one. It had more to do with my ability to read minds, and I was highly emphatic and compassionate, I got extra somehow. I would just break down when those around me did. When you naturally care about people and can feel their pain… Well it can be debilitating.

  I signed up for third year Biology, Chemistry and some other classes I needed. After leaving the sign up I passed by a really cute guy. I heard in my head when he stopped and looked in my eyes.

  My god she is hot, I would fuck the shit out of her till she couldn’t walk.

  I ignored that and waited, I had learned long ago that men, from the moment they hit puberty, judge a girl on first contact. F-able or not F-able, if f-able how f-able, and how they would fuck me the first time or some variation. The first thought was meaningless on if he was a good guy or not, because they almost all thought something like that. At least until they got a bit older. On some rare occasions I would get a racist remark, but a lot less than you would think.

  It was the second thought that really counted. If I heard something like, I bet I could hit that and my girlfriend would never find out. Or I should ask her out and slip a drug in her drink, or my personal favorite, I wonder how long I could string her along for hot monkey sex, or some variation that screamed player.

  I guess I was sort of cheating, but I didn’t really have an advantage on if it would work out, or for how long it would last, or even if I would like him at all. My only advantage was I could shoot down all the creeps from moment one, on the second thought, which admittedly is a good head start but far from the whole game.