Hell Bent

by Blaire Valentine

"I think that's good," he said, "I'm closing up in a few hours if you wanted to grab a drink. I know this great little bar that has retro arcade games and the best chicken wings you've ever had."

  At any other time, I would have said fuck yes. Connor looked like a superhero's alter ego. Sexy and fit as Hell. Instead, I said something else.

  "You do more potions than that, right? All kinds?" I asked. Connor seemed taken aback but he nodded quickly.

  "Oh sure. Everything."

  "Could you remove a curse?" I asked, then I added, "Could you bring something that's dead back to life? Not temporarily. For good?"

  There was a long pause and Connor looked at me.

  "Who are you?" he asked.

  "I'm Tabby," I said with a smile and thank God he smiled back. Connor nodded.

  "Look, why don't you hang around 'til closing and we can talk. My apartment is upstairs, we'll have some privacy there," he said, "I'm not gonna get fresh with you. I promise."

  "All right," I trusted him and I wasn't sure if that was a mistake or not.

  Connor brought me back out front and introduced me to the guys. They were a lot nicer than I'd expected and I felt bad for writing them off as neckbeards. They were very happy to include me and together we quickly whipped up an elf paladin who I was happy to play as. At closing, they each said goodbye to me and asked me to make sure I came back soon.

  Then Connor and I were alone together.

  He patted my back.

  "You look nervous," he said, "Come on, let's go upstairs."

  Connor's apartment was the exact opposite of Ezra's. Ezra's place had been sparse and modern. Connor's place seemed to be ancient and it was filled to the brim with stuff. The wall was covered with posters and pictures. One that caught my eye was a painting of a pretty woman in complicated bondage. His shelves strained under the weight of the books and none of his furniture matched. I liked it.

  Connor made for the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer.

  "I'm sorry I don't have anything fancier," he said, but I smiled and took a bottle.

  "Beer is great, thank you."

  He threw some cookies on a plate for us and sat down next to me on the sofa.

  "This is great, thanks so much for this," I said and he smiled.

  "No problem. So, I guess we better get to work. You were talking about a curse earlier?" he said. I nodded eagerly.

  "Yeah. All the women in my family die young," I said, "My great-grandmother pissed off a warlock and that's what he did. My Grandmother died at twenty one and so did my mom."

  Connor nodded, taking it all in. He looked at the beer in my hand.

  "Are you old enough to be drinking that?"

  "I'm twenty-three," I said.

  He took a sip of his own drink without taking his eyes off me. I felt like some fascinating puzzle for him to solve.

  "Then why are you alive?" he said. I hadn't been so prepared for that question. 'Because I suck Death's dick and go on dates with him now, apparently' didn't seem like a good answer.

  "I was able to delay it a little bit."

  "How?" he pressed, "Did someone help you?"

  "No," I lied, "With magic."

  "Magic?" Connor blinked, "You're a witch?"

  "Yes. I'm a witch," I said. It seemed to take him totally by surprise. It surprised most people. All my friends were mortals. I didn't have a coven. I didn't have a family. I just lived on the outskirts of society in my old weird little world.

  "Why didn't you say so?" he said.

  "I don't know."

  "I have to check if the curse is still there. I need to study your aura," he said. I nodded. He seemed surprised at my agreement, "Are you sure you're OK with that Tabby?"

  "Yeah. Whatever it takes," I said. Connor nodded and stood up, putting down his beer. I did the same thing even though I'd only had a few sips.

  "Great. I can look away while you get ready if you want," he said. His voice was kind. I shrugged.

  "You don't have to look away," he said. He raised his eyebrows and his cheeks went the slightest bit pink.

  "Oh. Ok."

  We stood staring at each other for a moment and then a look of realization dawned on his face.

  "Oh. You don't know what this involves, do you?" he said and I shook my head. That same faint blush spread across his face, "Tabby, I don't know how to say this without sounding like a creep. If I'm going to see your aura you have to be naked."

  It was my turn to blush. It was crazy but I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't lying. He was serious.

  I felt silly.

  "Ok."

  "Are you sure? I'll look away," he said but I shook my head.

  "No, don't."

  He didn't argue. It was crazy but I wanted him to see me. I liked how uncomfortable it made him. He'd been staring at my body all day. Now he would see it.

  I kicked off my boots and slowly pulled off my shirt. My skirt joined the pile of clothes and I paused for a moment, taking in his reaction. He was breathing deeply now and trying not to show it in his face. He liked me, but he was a gentleman. For some reason that made me all the more determined to tease him.

  I unhooked my bra and slipped it off. My panties were last. That was it. I was naked.

  "What do you see?" I asked and Connor blinked as if he'd just snapped out of a deep trance.

  "You um, you need to take off your jewelry too," he said. I took off my necklace and carefully placed it onto one of his shelves. His eyes fell to my ring.

  "And that," he said. I paused and he narrowed his eyes. I couldn't afford for him to get suspicious. I slid off the ring and placed it next to my necklace.

  His eyes soon returned to my body.

  "What do you see?" I repeated.

  Connor inhaled and forced a smile.

  "It's black. Definitely a curse, there are cracks in it. But you're healing over it. Your body is fighting it," he looked me up and down again, "If you can just keep putting it off until you're say, thirty one I think it will break."

  That was the most disappointing answer her could have given me. I was already struggling to hold on and he was telling me I needed to make Death spare me another eight years? I couldn't do that. Death couldn't do that even though I was sure he would want to do it. There was no choice now. I had to kill him.

  I nodded and smiled like I was really taking in everything that he was saying.

  "OK. That's a relief," I put my ring back on and noticed him really looking at it now.

  "That ring," he said under his breath, "What symbol does it have?"

  I couldn't give him time to find out so I did the only thing that I could think of doing. I lunged forward, grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It was about seventy-five percent a shameless distraction technique and twenty-five percent because I was naked and I wanted him.

  It worked like a charm. Connor melted into the kiss and his hands caressed the small of my back. He was different to Death and different to Ezra. He kissed me slowly and passionately and his hands found my hips.

  "Hey," he pulled away. His voice was low and sexy, "You don't have to do this just because I helped you out."

  "No. I'm doing it because I want to," I said. That was enough for Connor. He pushed me against the wall and pulled his own shirt off. His body was sexy as hell. Every muscle was defined and perfect.

  I reached out and ran my hands up his stomach and to his chest. He chuckled.

  "If I was expecting to have a beautiful naked woman in my apartment I would have cleaned a little," he said.

  He stopped laughing when I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped it around his cock. He was so hard for me already. I couldn't resist pulling it out and stroking it a little.

  The sounds he made, those sexy low moans and growls, they just drove me crazy. He was so hot and he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  He pinned my wrists to the wall and kissed me hard. Before I knew it he pulled away and he ha
d my ring in his hand.

  "Fuck," He exclaimed, "I knew it."

  "Knew what? Baby give it back and fuck me," I said, but my voice was getting desperate. I was a terrible actress. Connor's fist closed around it and he glared at me.

  "You were here to kill me, weren't you?" his voice was quiet but then he repeated himself. Loudly, "Weren't you?"

  I shook my head.

  "No, no! You've got it all wrong. Just give it back Connor. Please!" I begged. Connor threw my clothes at me.

  "Put them on and get out. Now," he said.

  He didn't say a word to me as I got dressed. He didn't see me out. The voice in my head told me I had to go back and finish the job, but it just wasn't in me. I couldn't do it.

  I left my new amethyst die on his shelf. He would probably be wanting that back.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Tabby

  Death came back again but now he wanted answers. There were no cute undead puppies for me to play with. He wasn't going to listen to my excuses. Things had to be sorted out and fast or he would be very pissed off.

  "Why are Ezra and Connor still alive?" he asked.

  "Listen, I um," I started. Death shushed me.

  "Address me as Master."

  "Listen Death. I tried. But things kind of didn't go my way," I explained. Death saw my bare finger and he folded his arms.

  "So you lost it?" he said.

  "Are you still mad at me?" I asked and he nodded without making eye contact.

  "I will be until you make it right," he said. Before I knew it he had me over his knee and my panties were pulled down. Fuck, I wasn't expecting that.

  I also wasn't expecting how hard the first spank would be. It made a hard sound that reverberated around the room. The pain was immense. I cried out. I was in equal parts in pain and aroused.

  "All right, I get it. I'm a very naughty girl," I said, "Now let me go."

  He held me in place.

  "I'm going to make sure you get it."

  A hundred spanks later and my ass felt red raw. Death made me stand up so that he could admire it and then he gave me permission to sit down.

  "It hurts," I grumbled and he smiled.

  "Good. That means you won't do it again, doesn't it?" he said. I nodded. He was right. He was always right, "Now, what are we going to do? I need my ring back and I need a life."

  There was only one thing we could do. I had to scry again. I needed to know if Connor was alone.

  I gazed into the ball and my nose wrinkled at what I saw. Death perked up and looked at me.

  "What do you see?" he asked.

  "He's at Ezra's house," I said.

  So that was that. We were going to see Ezra. That way we could kill two birds with one stone. At least, I hoped we could. Death came with me because he didn't trust me not to fuck things up. I couldn't blame him for that. I had a bad track record.

  It felt weird standing outside the apartment where I'd been fucked mercilessly not so long ago. I blushed at the thought before I knocked on the door. Death looked at me.

  "You look embarrassed."

  "I'm not."

  "Are you thinking about screwing around with him?" he asked, raising one eyebrow in amusement. It felt like he could see right through me and replay the filthy night we'd both had in his head. I'd really lost control. I'd never slept with such a jerk before just because he was sexy. I didn't plan on doing it again.

  Connor answered the door. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of baggy pajama pants. He gasped when he saw the two of us standing there.

  "Fuck," he said, "Fuck fuck fuck."

  "Fuck is right. Can we come in?" I folded my arms.

  "If I say no will you fuck off?" he asked and I shook my head. Connor looked at Death and looked at me. Then he sighed. We had him beat.

  Ezra stepped out of the bathroom as soon as Connor closed the door. He was shirtless too. Fuck, so they screwed around together too? That was another sexy image that I didn't need.

  "You again?" he groaned.

  "Yeah. It's me. And I'm here for my ring," I said.

  "I'm here for my life," said Death, "It needs to be one of you and there will be no convincing me otherwise."

  "Then who should it be?" asked Connor. I snorted.

  "It doesn't matter. One of you, obviously. It's not going to be me," I said. Ezra and Connor looked at each other. Connor said it first.

  "How about a vote?" he asked. Death shrugged and leaned against the wall.

  "Democracy is the way of the people, isn't it? I don't care as long as you make it quick," he plopped down on the sofa and grabbed the newspaper.

  The two of them voted for me. The bastards. I cursed them internally. You would think after seeing me naked they both might give me some leeway. Apparently, they were more loyal to each other than they were to me.

  The worst part was I could see Death looking at me over his newspaper like he wasn't sure who to listen to. Fuck democracy.

  I looked at him and blinked with my big pretty eyes.

  "You wouldn't pick me," I said softly. Death looked at me.

  "No...wouldn't I?" he said as I sat down next to him.

  I slid my hand up his thigh and groped the space between his legs. Immediately I could feel the blood rushing to his cock. He was so easy.

  The three of us knew that. I was willing to bet that he liked me best.

  My life depended on it.

  Ezra saw right through me.

  "Hey! You can't do that! That's cheating," he snapped but he was turned on too. He liked watching me rubbing Death through his pants. I could tell because the bulge in his pants was plain to see. Connor was the same.

  I looked at Death and smiled. I liked having an audience. It felt sexy to be watched.

  I took out his hard cock and smiled at the guys, who were both standing there speechless.

  "I guess you can watch if you want to," I said with a wink. Then I grasped Death's cock and ran my tongue up and down the thick shaft. He sat back and groaned at the sensation.

  "That's not fair," said Connor, but his voice was hardly a whisper. He didn't want it to stop.

  I would show him not fair.

  I stood up and pulled off my panties, tossing them to him. He caught them in one quick movement.

  "You can keep them. I don't need them," I looked down at Death, "Master likes to see my pussy when I bend over."

  To add to the taunt I leaned over and let Death unzip the front of my dress. Ezra and Connor were getting a great view of my ass and my pussy. I hoped that I was giving them blue balls. They deserved it after what they had done to me.

  Death moaned at the sight of my tits and pulled me onto his lap. He grabbed my hips and forced me onto his dick. It felt so fucking good sliding inside of me like that, I couldn't help but give a whimper.

  "Fuck this," snapped Ezra, "This is bullshit."

  He marched over to me and quickly pulled that perfect cock out of his pants.

  "If you're gonna ride him on my couch the least you can do is suck me off."

  I glanced at Death for permission and he nodded.

  "I wanna see you do it," he said softly. Then he looked at Connor, "Come on. I want her to make you both cum."

  Connor didn't argue. He was pissed at me, I could feel it but he wasn't going to let that get in the way of getting his dick sucked.

  I'd never done this before but it came quite naturally to me. I took a cock in each hand and alternated between sucking them and jerking them off as I rode Death's dick. I had to take a break to scream every few thrusts but no one complained. They liked it.

  To my surprise, Connor grabbed my faced and forced a kiss on me. It was hot and messy but I loved it.

  "Fuck," groaned Death, "Fuck, I want to see you fuck her."

  The guys didn't ask my permission. They didn't need to. They already knew that I wanted them. A second later Connor had me on all fours and was pounding my pussy as I sucked off Ezra. It was the most intense, incredible
feeling I'd ever had in my life to be worshipped by three sexy men.

  I came again and again and finally, when I didn't know if I could take any more, they did too. Connor came inside me and Ezra came in my mouth. Death was still rock hard but my body was so sore and tired I wasn't sure if I could do anything for him. I didn't have to.

  Connor moved over and grabbed Death's cock and shoved it in his mouth. I watched Death throat fuck him hard and I knew I'd be touching myself to that image later. It was so fucking hot.

  Death cried out and finished in Connor's mouth.

  We weren't any closer to figuring out what we should do but we didn't argue for the rest of the night. Ezra retired to his bedroom and Connor and I took the couch. Death sat at the windowsill looking outside.

  We would worry about things in the morning.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Tabby

  The letter arrived the next day.

  Death didn't sleep, he just paced the room all night. Connor and I slept on the couch, his arms wrapped tight around me like boyfriend and girlfriend. Ezra stayed in his bedroom.

  The letter shot through the window like a bullet, causing the glass to break. It zoomed right into Death's hands.

  "What's that?" I asked, leaving half of the makeup that had once been on my face was now on Ezra's couch cushion.

  Death was trembling, he looked up at me. The fear was plain as day on his face. I'd never seen him like that before. His face was usually void of expression, apart from when he was aroused.

  I sat up and rubbed my head. It was pounding. I knew something was wrong with him but I didn't want it to be. We were dating now. Everything was going to be alright.

  Even if we had both just fucked the people that we were supposed to kill.

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  He didn't answer me. It was like he didn't hear me. I repeated myself but still no answer. I got to my feet and walked over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

  "What's the letter?" I asked. It obviously wasn't of this world. He didn't have to tell me that. The US post office hadn't become that efficient just yet.

  "It's a summons," he swallowed, "It's a summons for me."

  "A summons?" I repeated. I'd been summoned to do jury duty once but I flaked out of it. That was the only summons I could think of. Somehow I didn't think a summons like that would turn Death's skin this shade of gray.