Courts and Cabals 3

by G. S. D'Moore

  “Gotcha,” I slid down to the floor and closed my eyes. Little did she know, I had plenty of practice finding my center.

  “All of the elemental mages practice evocation. Evocation is the branch of magic where you’re able to do something instinctually. Theurgy uses circles and rituals to reach a desired outcome, but evocation isn’t something that can be taught like that. We have an affinity with what we can summon on instinct alone,” she explained, her voice on the outskirts of my mind as I tried to bring up the mental image of a candle.

  Of course, things weren’t as easy as I thought they would be. I felt myself slip into the zone where my extra sight activated. Even with my eyes closed, I could see what Butters was going to do a few seconds into the future.

  “Oh, come on,” I mentally groaned.

  I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to bundle these powers. Being able to sense where my enemy was going to be, and respond with an avalanche of flame would have been epic; but of course, the universe hated me.

  “Technically, a mage that specializes in evocation can do theurgy magic as well; but it’s much more difficult for us. It’s like swimming against the current. Our mind and body are naturally attuned to do things a certain way, but with enough training and concentration we can do some rituals,” she continued, as I pulled myself out of the zone and tried again.

  “Get in the hole. Go home. Are you too good for your home? Answer me!” my concentration shattered as Happy Gilmore started to play on a mental rerun through my head.

  “The magic comes from the core of our being. I don’t know what the other elementals experience, but the heat that creates the fire feels like it comes from our very souls,” she sounded like she was talking about pure bliss. “But, you need to be careful. The magic comes from an internal reservoir of power. Some people have a deep pool to pull from; for others, it’s shallow. If you pull too much, you’ll burnout, and if you really are pulling power from your very soul . . .” I felt her shiver through my sight. “I don’t know if that’s how it works for other mages, but every Ignis master I’ve ever talked to has told me to never burn out.”

  “Don’t let magic cook my soul, check,” I tried to focus, but Adam Sandler had control of my brain now.

  With a grunt I opened my eyes, and Butters had a knowing smile etched on her face.

  “It’s harder than it sounds, but you’ll get there,” she reached out and put her hand on my knee; finally making her move, and that’s when Skella let out a pathetic whimper.

  “Oh, come on!” I gave whatever god was fucking with me the finger as Butter’s head snapped around to her friend. Her eyes looked back to me, clouded with indecision.

  “Help your friend,” I gave her a tired smile. “I’ll keep watch. Then we’ll switch. Skella and Night need more rest than us.”

  “Yeah,” her hand lingered on my thigh for a moment before she withdrew it and went to check on the skinny blonde.

  “Just my luck,” I sighed and settled back into the chair to watch the door.

  With no more distractions, fatigue started to hit me harder. My shoulder felt like someone had shoved several knives into it, and I still ached from getting smacked down by a car. Hell, there was probably lingering trauma from the Trickster chucking me from realm to realm that I wasn’t addressing. All that meant was I was a shitty choice to be on guard duty; but I persevered. I wasn’t going to let something as simple as exhaustion get us all killed. I could do this. Every time my eyelids grew heavy, I sat up and slapped myself in the face. Every time I . . .

  My eyes flew open at the click of the door’s lock engaging. I rocketed to my feet, and groaned as my shoulder flared in agony. It was better than it had been, but it was still out of its socket.

  “Stupid,” I chided myself. My Fae gifts allowed me to heal injuries, but with stuff like broken bones, or dislocated shoulders, they needed to be set or they healed wrong.

  I pushed down the pain and studied my surroundings. Skella was still asleep on the bed, but Night and Butters were nowhere to be seen. The rumbling of old pipes, and splash of water hitting tile, told me someone was in the shower. I didn’t see any sign of a struggle, so I assumed no one had been kidnapped. The click of the door wasn’t someone sneaking in; it was someone sneaking out.

  “Okay, first things first,” I grit my teeth and moved to a ninety-degree bend in the wall. “Let’s Lethal Weapon this.”

  I braced myself mentally and physically before pulling a Mel Gibson and throwing my shoulder into the wall. Thankfully, my strength didn’t bring down the structural support beam. Instead, it felt like someone had stabbed a white-hot poker into my shoulder. I choked off a screaming sob and just rested my head against the wall for a second. Once stars stopped dancing in my vision, I experimentally rolled my shoulder. It still hurt like a motherfucker, but I had a greater range of motion.

  Exhaustion swept over me, followed by a smile, as I collapsed back into the chair. “You ain’t so tough, Riggs.” I concentrated on my breathing and the sounds of the shower until the pain faded to a dull ache. Now that my shoulder was set, my Fae gifts took over. I’d be good as new in twenty minutes.

  Now that I wasn’t worried about getting ambushed while I could only use one arm, I spotted the piece of paper on the table. Part of me expected it to be a ransom note, but it was scrawled in surprisingly feminine script.

  “Out to grab breakfast, B,” I read.

  I glanced at the drawn shades and saw light flowing in at the edges. It wasn’t the neon, techno light of the city at night, but the cool golden light of the morning sun. Even if the Nosferatu could hunt us during the day, the sun still provided us options. With my shoulder healing, and Butter’s fire, we might just survive the next few hours.

  “Plus . . .” I heard the shower turn off.

  I wasn’t sure what Night could bring to the table so soon after her stress-induced burnout, but anything was better than nothing. Even that blocking-our-scent trick might give us a few crucial seconds to distract the Nosferatu and run. I was willing to take anything at this point.

  My thoughts turned to breakfast. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a decent meal, and I was still a growing boy. I had a healthy metabolism, and this whole running-for-my-life thing gave me the munchies. I was salivating over the image of a breakfast burrito when Night opened the door. I suddenly felt myself salivating over something else.

  She must have been in there awhile because steam curled around her, highlighting her in the doorway, before rolling out in waves. Her jet-black hair hung in wet clumps that she was busy toweling dry. I don’t know if she expected me to be awake yet, because all she was wearing was a t-shirt and panties. Since it was Night, of course they were black and lacey.

  My eyes focused on her shirt. When I’d first met her, it was covered in a leather jacket, so I couldn’t read the witty quote someone like her was bound to have emblazoned on her chest. I felt my eyes bulge, and my pants tighten as I gulped and read “Daddy’s Little Slut” stenciled between her breasts. Breasts that were currently uninhibited by a bra. I’d seen the movie, and jerked off to Margot Robbie in that same shirt, but there was something different about having a flesh-and-blood woman wearing it in front of you. Even better, her barbel nipple piercings gave the shirt some extra boing.

  At some point while I was staring, she looked up and saw me. Eventually, I lifted my eyes to meet hers. I did my best to adjust my shorts without her noticing. The little smile pulling at the corner of her lips showed me my epic failure. While her chest was an undeniable turn on, her face was thinner than I remembered. The dark circles under her eyes were more pronounced, and while her face was still pretty; it looked like she was hungover, had a bad night sleep, was just getting over being sick, or all of the above. None of that stopped her as she dropped the towel and strutted toward me.

  It was definitely a strut; hips don’t naturally move like that. As she passed, her fingertips caressed the back of the chair, my shoulder
, and down my arm. I felt a shudder go down my spine and straight into my dick as I tried to keep myself under control.

  “Good, you’re up.”

  “Glad you’re feeling better,” we both said at the same time. That just made her smile bigger.

  “I talked with Butters,” she continued, now standing directly in front of me. “She told me what happened.”

  “What about it?” I tried to work some saliva into my mouth, and let out a rough cough.

  “She told me you saved our lives. Once that bullet knocked me on my ass, you dove on top of us to protect us. Then, you rushed the cartel guys, flipped over a jeep, and rescued Skella,” she moved forward until our legs were touching. Her nipples looked like they were about to tear through her shirt like a pair of angry wolverines.

  “Well, that’s not exactly . . .” I started.

  Night didn’t wait. She stuck one of her pale legs between mine and forced them open. I was pitching a tent now, but there was nothing I could do about that. My eyes stayed focused on her face; like if I held her eyes, she wouldn’t notice my raging hard-on.

  “Butters likes you, you know,” she deadpanned.

  I did know. What I didn’t know was why Night was telling me this.

  “I like Butters. She’s a good friend. She always puts herself before others, even if we don’t deserve it,” her eyes grew distant, like she was remembering something, before they snapped back to the present. “Her problem is that she’s always been too slow to get what she wants. Too slow to give her opinion. Too slow to ask a guy out, and too willing to go along with what others want. It’s a blessing and a curse, but I think you’d be good for her.”

  As Night spoke, she leaned forward until we were eye-to-eye, and one downward look showed me a whole lot of titty. One thing was certain, her actions didn’t match her words.

  “Too bad for Butters I’m a greedy bitch,” her tone dropped into the sultry register that all males recognize, and that makes us go crazy. “Do you want to punish me for being a bad girl?”

  “Oh, gods below,” uncertainty warred with a flood of desire.

  If I was a better man, I would have considered how all this would affect shy, dependable Butters; but just like Night said, the big hottie with a body was just too slow. I reached up and grabbed a handful of Night’s tits. In response, she arched her back and let out a little sigh; which turned to a groan when I gave her nipples a good pinch.

  “Yes,” she moaned, her hands moving to my shorts. That was the one good thing about them being too big; they came off really easy.

  One good tug and they were on the floor, with my cock pointing up at exactly what it wanted. Night looked down and smiled, which was always a good thing. Every guy got a little ego boost when the girl he was about to bone approved of his junk.

  I gave her tits one last squeeze and leaned back in the chair. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours,” was my brilliant line . . . but it worked.

  Night gave me a wicked smile, took a step back, and started pulling off her shirt. Unlike most of my past dalliances, she was not a supernatural creature. Sure, she was a mage, but she didn’t possess preternatural strength, speed, and durability. Those attributes usually sculpted a body that just wouldn’t quit, and that was only if they weren’t already a fucking sex goddess to begin with. Still, she was a college co-ed, and there was a reason that was a porn category all its own.

  Her belly wasn’t flat, taught muscle. In fact, if she didn’t watch it, a few more years of a strict pizza and beer diet would leave her with a roll of fat around her waist. Right now, her youthful metabolism was keeping bad choices at bay, but it wouldn’t last forever. All of that meant jack shit as her shirt cleared her naval, and a small crystal caught the light.

  “Of course, her belly button is pierced,” I was transfixed on the gem hanging from a small chain clasped to the piercing. My cock gave a pulse of approval.

  It turned my eyes upward just as the shirt reached the bottoms of her breasts. Night didn’t have monstrous tits like Butters or Dani, but they looked like solid C cups, and her shirt was tight in all the right ways. It caught on her breasts and took a moment of effort to get free.

  “Wait for it . . . and . . . boom, titty drop,” I gave an involuntary groan as her boobs bounced.

  With a grin, her shirt cleared her head, and she stood in front of me in nothing but her black panties. Despite her bravado, she suddenly looked unsure.

  “How are you going to punish me?” she asked coyly, twirling a lock of her hair and covering her nipples with an arm like she was embarrassed.

  I’d never roleplayed with anyone before, but I instantly loved it. “Bad girls get on their knees and beg for forgiveness,” I answered, half expecting her to laugh in my face.

  She didn’t. She got down on her knees, between my legs, and looked up at me. So, I did what any guy caught up in the moment would do, I tapped the tip of my dick to her face. I saw a spark of something in her eyes. I don’t know if it was anger or desire, but she opened her mouth at the unspoken command. Like slipping a key into the ignition, my cock slipped between her lips.

  Simultaneously, she took a hold of my shaft and gave it a gentle tug. My hips involuntarily thrust forward as another groan escaped me. I really needed this after what I’d been through.

  I still wasn’t sure how long I’d been gone. It could have been a few days of torture at castle iceberg, or much longer. There was no way to know until I figured out what the date was. Most people would just pop open their cell and check, but I didn’t have that luxury. I got dumped naked in the desert, and currently, I had more pressing issues. Like the hottie sucking on my rod like she wanted to see how many licks it took to coax out the creamy center of my Tootsie Pop.

  Judging by the intense sensation running through me, like someone had tasered me with desire, it had been way too long since I got my dick wet. Night continued to stroke the majority of my shaft, while focusing on my tip with her tongue. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and let the pleasure wash over me. That lasted about ten seconds before she started to force more of my cock down her throat.

  “Oh, gods above,” I bolted up as I nearly blew my load then and there.

  Something cold brushed against the sensitive underside of my tip. I moaned and grasped her head so she kept doing whatever she was doing that felt so fucking incredible. I could tell she was grinning as she continued to blow me.

  “Of course, her tongue is pierced,” I didn’t lean back again, instead I slowly pushed her head down.

  The sensation as her tongue piercing traced a line from my tip towards my balls was glorious. As I pushed my dick farther into her mouth she started to cough and choke. I tended to forget my own size and girth. I spent a lot of time around shifters with big dicks. When the average guy was sporting a footlong in my world, it was easy to forget I was above average for the normal college coed.

  I desperately wanted to push her head down until her chin tickled my balls, but I wasn’t into the whole punishment thing as much as she was. I released her face about three quarters of the way down my dick, but surprisingly, she kept on going. She coughed some more, sounded like she was going to puke, but she pushed on; until her lips formed a seal at the base of my shaft. She held it for a few seconds, and made humming sounds that curled my toenails before slowly backing off.

  I was breathing hard as her tongue piercing slid back up my length. She kept my tip in her mouth and looked up at me. I could see tear lines on her face after her eye-watering display. Apparently, she’d seen fit to put on some mascara after her shower, and that was running. It made her look like . . .well . . . daddy’s little slut.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. “Stand up,” I commanded.

  She hesitated, but I gave her a stern glare. She popped my dick out of her mouth, which I instantly regretted, but she followed my command. She still played the act of unsure little lamb, and I had to admit it was driving me crazy.

  “Take off your pa
nties,” I ordered.

  Excitement broke through her act, and to hide it, she turned her back to me. Slowly, she slipped her thumbs under the waistline, and started to shimmy the black, lace garment toward the ground. She bent over while she did it. I got the million-dollar view of her ass, which was holding up great to the stressors of college, and her soaked pussy. If my own throbbing dick was any indication, we were both ready to rock and roll.

  She kicked her panties off and looked over her shoulder with that fake vulnerability that made me want to roleplay with everyone I would ever fuck. She stood there, waiting for my next command, and I shot a glance over my own shoulder at Skella.

  “Is she going to wake up?” I asked.

  “I hope so,” the gleam in Night’s eyes did it for me.

  “Take a few steps back and have a seat,” I commanded, spreading my legs so I would be the chair.

  Her hips swayed as she took a few steps back. Her hands came back to pull her cheeks apart so I could help guide her down. My hands grasped her hips, sampling her exquisite, pale flesh, and steered her onto my cock. Another unexpected jolt hit my dick as she slid down onto me; so, I reached around with my finger, and gently probed her pierced clit.

  Her audible intake of breath was coupled by her slamming my full length into her. Her legs shook, and her walls clenched my cock as her first orgasm hit her.

  “Already,” I teased as her body slowly began to relax.

  “Just shut up and fuck me,” she ordered. Apparently, the time for roleplay had passed.

  She placed her hands on my legs for balance and support, lifted her ass up a little, and I started to drill her.

  The slap slap slap of me hammering her pussy carried through the room. I was sure the neighbors heard it, and if they didn’t, they sure as shit heard Night. She mixed colorful language, animal sounds, and demands for punishment together in an erotic sonnet that had my libido running out of control.