Defiled Bonds: A New Adult Urban Fantasy Harem Adventure (The Horned Mage Book 3)

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by Liam Lawson


  The figure pushed himself off of me and I found myself staring up at the face of Mr. Glow, my blood dripping from his mouth. His name seemed suddenly appropriate because his eyes and the inside of his mouth, beneath the coating of my blood, were glowing with yellow light. That light pulsed, contrasting with his dark skin, and making his fanged smirk all the more sinister.

  “You are the boyfriend of this one’s daughter,” he said from his position standing over me. He spoke with an accent I couldn’t quite place that made his t’s sound like d’s and emphasized his vowels. Something African for sure, but I didn’t know nearly enough to place the region.

  He chuckled. “And you are friends with Soraya. You know, that is never going to work out for you.”

  I started to call on my magic but once again I was too slow. My entire body and mind felt like it had been given a coat of lead that I had to fight against to move. The glowing vampire narrowed his eyes, and something pulsed inside my veins, the heat that had faded with his bite returning sharp and electric.

  “Ah-ah, no spells from you little mageling.” He put his foot on my chest and cocked his head, as if considering me. “You know, I don’t know what any of these women see in a weak little thing like you. But we have all day to find out. We are going to have some fun, yes?”

  He stepped back and my body jerked, as if there were strings running through my blood veins, yanking my body like some sort of puppet. “I know just how to get rid of you. None of the girls from this house will ever want to see you again after today. Give me your phone.”

  My hand, twitching and spasming, obeyed. The more I resisted, the hotter the pain flowing through me grew. My blood was on fire.

  Mr. Glow seemed to think it was amusing. He laughed as he took my phone. “You keep trying to fight but don’t worry, I am going to take you to heaven. Or she is, first.” He jerked his thumb at Valencia. “You’ll take my cock after you’re through with her.”

  What? Wait, seriously, what the fuck?

  He fiddled with my phone and then held it up, clearly recording us.

  “What is your name?” he asked me.

  I tried not to answer but pain flared through my body.

  “What is your name,” he asked again, more forcefully. “Come on, give it up. The world wants to know.”

  “Caleb.” The pain fell away, leaving sweet numbness in its place. “My name is Caleb Marshal.”

  Mr. Glow made a hand gesture and Valencia came closer, stepping into the camera’s view. “And this is your girlfriend’s mother, yes?”

  Pain again. I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes.”

  He grinned and turned the camera on Scarlett’ mother. “And what is your name.”

  “Valencia,” she said.

  “You’re full name.”

  “Valencia Estrada.” She cringed as her last name was put on the video.

  “And you two think each other are pretty hot, right?” Mr. Glow asked. “Tell the truth now.”

  “Yes,” I answered and was a little surprised when Valencia didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear.

  She was visibly resisting his power over her, sweat beading on her forehead as she trembled.

  “Tell the truth,” Mr. Glow repeated. “You know it is going happen. Give in. You know you’ll like it better that way.”

  “Yes.” Valencia gasped, closing her eyes and turning her head.

  Was she actually telling the truth or was she just giving Mr. Glow what he wanted to hear?

  “Now say hello to your girlfriend and daughter, you two lovebirds. Say her name, tell her hello.” His glowing grin split his face like a jack-o-lantern.

  In tandem we both said “Hi, Scarlett.”

  “That is good, now kiss. I know you been wanting too.”

  We jerked on our magical strings until we faced each other and with our eyes closed, pressed out lips together. There was no heat to the kiss. No passion. No lust. It was just flesh touching flesh.

  “A real kiss,” Mr. Glow said. “Show the world how you really feel. Make it hot.”

  We kissed more vigorously, tongues invading each other’s mouths. It was still empty, but it must have done something for Mr. Glow. “Alright, that’s it. Now time to start taking off your clothes. Caleb, strip.”

  With shaking hands, I removed my clothing.

  “Did you fight a woodchipper coming here?” Mr. Glow asked, shaking his head as I stood naked in front of him. I tried to cover myself, but pain flared through me and the invisible puppet strings yanked my hands back to my sides, exposing me to the camera.

  I’d never really hated anyone before then. Bullet and Dicario had been aggravating and I’d been furious with them for hurting Scarlett, but I hadn’t hated them. Not the deep, burning kind of hatred that stirred within me now. If I had the chance, without hesitation, I would kill Mr. Glow. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, but I didn’t want to share my body with the world. And I sure as hell didn’t want to be naked in front of Scarlett’ mom.

  “All right now Ms. Estrada, it’s your turn,” he said. “Make it sexy.”

  I don’t know how much effort she genuinely put into trying to be sexy but despite myself my libido finally raised its head. Valencia slowly removed her top, exposing skin a shade darker than her daughter’s hazelnut and cream, and breasts that filled a bra in a way Scarlett’s never would. But as wonderful as her breasts looked, I couldn’t get past the bruising on her ribs beneath them.

  Mr. Glow had been hitting her. The heat that had momentarily flowed through my loins died.

  Her pants followed next revealing underwear that matched the bra and thighs covered in bite marks, caked with bits of dried blood. The panties dropped with a shake of her hips. Her bush was thick but not wild. I’d never seen a full bush before. I hadn’t actually been with that many girls and all of them trimmed or shaved down there. Finally, the bra fell to the floor.

  “Uh oh,” said Mr. Glow. “I don’t think he finds you very attractive. He is not hard from looking at you. Why don’t you help him out, Valencia.” He emphasized her name at the end for the camera, taking visible delight in the way she flinched. “Get on your knees and suck him.”

  She obeyed, shuffling forward and looking up at me, so that the camera couldn’t see, with shame in her eyes. She took my soft member in one hand and brought it to her mouth, taking it all the way in.

  I gasped. I couldn’t help it. Her mouth was hot and wet. She sucked me in with an unexpected degree of effort, her tongue swirling at the underside of my cockhead. Damn, she was good at this. My body responded, my member hardening in her mouth until she couldn’t fit it all. She brought her hand to the base of my erection and began to jack up and down at the point where her lips couldn’t go any further.

  My fingers buried themselves in her curly hair. Whether to stop her motions or to encourage her I don’t know. I threw my head back, eyes closed and moaned.

  Mr. Glow’s chuckle, much closer than it had been before, brought me back to the moment. He was standing right next to us, filming down from overhead so that the camera could see exactly what Valencia was doing to me.

  I looked away from him and down, at the exact same time that Valencia looked up, her mouth still wrapped around my member. Our eyes met. My magic didn’t so much leap as give a little hop inside of me, sending a little pulse of the lust she’d begun to stir inside of me into her. Magic thrummed, invisible and almost intangible between us. A trickling current that connected us, unbeknownst to our captor.

  Caught off guard, Valencia let out a moan that vibrated through my length and earned another laugh from Mr. Glow.

  “You are getting off sucking this white boy’s dick, Mama? You are a special kind of slut.”

  Valencia flinched, nearly snapping the connection between us but with a groan of effort I sent another pulse into her. She looked back up, meeting my eyes once more. Lust and confusion stirring in their dark depths.

  I did
n’t know how the hell this was supposed to help us, but it was a metric fuck-ton better than working in the void created by Mr. Glow’s commands.

  I tried to tell her with my eyes what I was doing but I don’t think she understood. More power passed between us anyway, growing to a palpable thrum and eliciting another moan from her around my shaft. Suddenly Valencia popped free of my member and rose up, faster than I could react, and pressed her mouth against mine in a fierce kiss, full of fire and passion.

  I could hear Mr. Glow talking beside us, but his words were lost to me, unintelligible nonsense from far away. Valencia’s naked body pressed into mine, trapping my wet erection against her belly. Our kiss deepened and then broke as we embraced each other, panting. My cheek pressed into hers.

  “I can stop now,” I whispered, knowing she’d understand what I was talking about. “Just let him force us if it’s easier.”

  She whimpered and shifted her hips to press her damp pubic hair into my hip.

  I didn’t want us to continue with that empty, puppetry façade of sex, but I didn’t want to make this any worse for her than this already was.

  “No, not that,” she panted in my ear. “I’ll take this instead….”

  We fell together to the floor. I was distantly aware of Mr. Glow standing over us, encouraging us as we wrestled, pressing as much flesh against each other as we could. My mouth captured hers and I rolled her onto her back. My veins burned—it didn’t matter; a new fire had arisen inside of us.

  Valencia’s legs wrapped around me and I thrust, not quite making the mark. My erection rubbed against her sex. She was hot and dewy. Her hand reached down between us and guided my member to her entrance. Magic pulsed between us, hot as her passage. I thrust into her, burying half myself inside of her in a single stroke.

  She wasn’t as wet as I was used to, and given the circumstances that wasn’t surprising, but I could feel moisture pooling around my flesh as her body welcomed my intrusion. Valencia threw her head back and moaned. I withdrew until just the tip remained inside and thrust again. And again.

  Each time was met by a gasp or a moan. Dimly I was aware of Mr. Glow hovering over us, commenting and recording with my phone. His magic pulled at me, unaware of its own loosening grip. My magic replaced his, pushing it out as it welled up inside Valencia and me, throwing fuel onto our lust and feasting upon the resulting energy.

  We vibrated with it. I made to kiss her neck, then thought better of it. Mr. Glow had bitten me there, so he’d probably done the same to her. What kind of vampire was he? I’d never heard of any that glowed from inside like he did.

  I adjusted course and caught Valencia’s mouth with mine, swallowing her moans and dueling her tongue as I continued to thrust into her. We broke the kiss and she let out a shriek. I adjusted myself and took her heavy breasts in my hands, massaging them before capturing a hard nipple between my lips.

  My magic welled, feeding on the miniature orgasm that shivered through Valencia’s body, a precursor to what was to come. It lashed out at the bonds holding us, on the trickle of lust that was flowing down from the magical connection between us and Mr. Glow, eroding his hold and rejuvenating my energy.

  I pulled my mouth from her breast and was surprised when Valencia threw her hips up at me and rolled us over so that she was on top. She rode me, bouncing up and down, throwing her head around so that her mane of curls whipped through the air. She screamed, shrieked, and raked her nails down my chest, reopening several scratches that had just healed and leaving little angry trails.

  She slammed down one more time, harder than the others, and her passage clenched down on me. Her screaming stopped and her body went completely rigid. I took the opportunity to regain control, flipping her back over and driving myself into her once again, driving this orgasm into another. This time she did scream, a high-pitched sound that cut out halfway through as she ran out of breath. But not energy. Once more she ran her nails down my back and I snarled.

  I grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. She didn’t orgasm again but her sex spasmed and a fresh wave of wet heat washed over my length. She liked this. I slammed into her, holding her wrist in place. Her legs, which she had wrapped around me when I rolled her over, gave out, falling to either side, giving me easier access to her sex. I took it. I took her.

  I came as she did, spilling my seed deep inside of her.

  My magic rushed into her with my seed and I called it back. My magic stalled, confused. It wanted to claim her like it had Scarlett and Absinthe. No, I commanded it. No.

  It lashed out, angry. No, more than angry. My magic was furious. It wanted her.

  I grasped that fury and redirected it. The eroded bonds holding us gave way. I rolled from Valencia, gasping as I struggled with the power that had risen in me. I needed to channel it, control it, or she’d be taken. I couldn’t do that to her. Not to her, Scarlett, or Soraya. Not if I could help it.

  Chapter Eight

  Mr. Glow laughed as he fiddled with my phone, no longer recording us. “And that’s a wrap,” he said, looking up, light spilling around his fangs as he grinned at us. “You two are an internet sensation. Don’t worry, boy, I’m not done with you. There’s always an audience for big black men breaking in white twinks.”

  He reached down and unzipped his pants. Lust poured from him in waves as his dick, which was glowing from the fucking piss hole, fell out. Suddenly I had a target for my magic.

  Fire answered my call, fueled by the energy I’d just gained from the sex I’d just had with Valencia and siphoning off bits of Mr. Glow’s own lust to turn it against himself. I erupted in green fire and readied to throw a blast at him.

  Mr. Glow was suddenly in front of me, moving faster than my eyes could track and backhanded me so hard I flew across the room. My fire leapt at him, but it wasn’t a direct hit. The heat blistered his skin but didn’t melt it. For a moment I was too stunned to call up a second blast.

  He reached down and stroked himself, smirking. “Don’t fight it. You know you want it.”

  Something purple flashed into the room, straight at the vampire’s groin. With a silvery flash and a spray of blood, Mr. Glow’s severed dick fell to the floor.

  He screamed and fell back, hands going to his bleeding crotch. He tripped over his own feet and fell over backwards. The purple glow darted backward, snatching the dick up off the floor and came to a stop, hovering a yard away from me in the air.

  It was the pixie that I’d rescued from Lilian She, the one who had agreed to a magical contract with Soraya, binding the two of them together. Her wings beat an easy rhythm that didn’t quite match up with the slight rise and fall or her flight. In one hand she held a pair of scissors as big as she was. In the other, she held Mr. Glow’s bleeding penis.

  With a grin she opened her mouth wider than it should have been able to open, revealing a row of razor sharp, piranha-esque teeth, and took a bite off the side of the head.

  “Fuck,” I whispered in utter horror.

  She smirked at me. “Hello again, hunter.”

  The vampire rose up, madness in his burning eyes. “You!”

  He launched himself at the pixie, shrinking as he did so until he was a yellow ball of light about the size of a baseball. They crashed into each other and the pixie dropped the severed penis. But not the scissors. They flashed silver between the yellow and purple balls of light that ricocheted around the room, smashing holes in the wall, moving too fast for me to follow their movements.

  I tried to ready a blast of flame but there was no way I could hit them. Even if I did, I’d also hit the pixie. I dismissed the fire and hurried to Valencia’s side. She lay on the floor, completely unconscious. Was that a mercy or a sign that something was seriously wrong? I needed to see her eyes, to know that they hadn’t turned as green as Scarlett with my magic. I couldn’t have claimed them both. I couldn’t have.

  A window shattered, showering us with glass and I threw myself over Valencia to shield her. Ever
ything was quiet after that. The house eerily still without the combatants disturbing the air and smashing everything.

  I looked up and found the pixie smirking at me again. Violet blood trickled from a spilt lip and she held one of her arms. Her scissors were nowhere to be seen. That was probably a good thing.

  “You are hunting prey that is much bigger than you,” she said.

  I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”

  She puffed out her impressively busty chest. She was naked, but I was beyond the point of doing more than noticing. “I am quite capable of taking care of myself.” She grinned. “I’m tricksie like that.”

  Footsteps sounded outside.

  “My lady is here,” the pixie said.

  Sure enough, the door flew open a moment later and Soraya entered. My hopes died an instant later as Angelo followed her in.

  “What the fuck?” Soraya shrieked.

  I was abruptly very aware that I was naked with her unconscious, and also naked, stepmother in the middle of her newly wrecked living room, which reeked of blood and sex. And from the scratch marks on my chest we’d clearly been going at it.

  I held up a hand. “This isn’t what it looks like!”

  “It looks like you just raped my ex-wife,” Angelo said from behind Soraya.

  I rose, ignoring my own nudity, rage coursing threw me as I started toward him. Broken glass bit into my feet and I didn’t care. Didn’t even feel it. I held his gaze as I approached, ready to give him what for, when Soraya stepped in front of me.

  “Put some fucking clothes on!”

  “He—I didn’t—”

  She cut me off. “I know you didn’t rape her now put some fucking clothes on or so help me I will castrate you, Caleb Marshal.”

  Considering what her pixie had just done to the glowing vampire, I hurried to get dressed, grabbing my dropped phone and trying to keep an eye on Angelo as I did so. The pixie spilled purple pixie dust over the sleeping form of Valencia and then lifted her as if she were weightless and floated her back toward the bedrooms.

 

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