Courts and Cabals by G.S. D'Moore (best e reader for academics txt) 📕

“One little problem,” I wasn’t sure how to mention this.

“Dani propositioned you, and you agreed,” Lilith already had it all worked out.

“Is that okay?” I really didn’t know what being in her harem meant, and I didn’t want to break the rules on day one.

“Of course,” she shrugged. “My only request is that you wait and let me watch. Dani wants it from you bad. It’ll be a delicious snack.”

“Well, if it’s a snack. . .”

“That doesn’t count as one of the contractual feedings,” she knew where I was going before I even got there. “Remember anally, orally, or vaginally; and for the time being, we’ll be sticking with orally or anally.” That pronouncement sent a shockwave through my crotch.

She could tell I had more questions. “Different feedings have different potency levels. Orally falls in the middle. Since we both know how that affects me, I’m not going to risk a higher-potency vaginal feeding. Vaginal is better because that is the way our bodies are designed to fuck, so that is the most nutritious for me – for lack of a better term. Orally, especially if I swallow, spreads your seed through more parts of my body, so there is decent nutritional value. Anally is the lowest of the three. There are a lot of nerve endings in the anus, so that gives me some nutrients, but if just sits in my ass until I get it out, so I only get the bare minimum there is to offer.”

That was all . . . fascinating. “I thought you fed on sexual energy, but it seems like it’s just jizz?” I wasn’t sure how to phrase the question.

“We feed on both,” she explained. “The tension in the air as you wait for the first kiss. The buildup as your bodies press against each other and you find out what your partner likes. The action itself as your bodies become one, and the culmination of everything in an orgasm that satisfies you both to the core.” The way she described it was very . . . romantic. I didn’t expect that from a succubus.

“Semen is the most potent food source we have. It’s life itself straight from your balls. Everything else is a distant second,” she concluded.

“Um . . . good to know,” I tried to adjust my pants.

“Never be ashamed in front of me, Cam,” the way she looked at my bulge told me she really wanted to take the goods for a ride; but with a shudder, she resisted the urge.

“I’ll try not to,” I couldn’t think of another way to answer that, and we sat for a moment in silence: me with no more questions, and her without more explanation.

“So, what do we do now?” I asked to break the silence.

“Now, we set up a direct deposit,” she replied, and for the next ten minutes everything was very HR.

“Dani will be staying with you starting tomorrow night,” Lilith stated as we saved my information in the corporate database that would be cutting my checks. “Aveena is many things, but she will honor the sacred rights of parlay.”

“Good to know,” I nodded. Sunday night was going to be interesting. Chloe was going to come for me, and Dani wanted me to cum for her. “My life is so weird.”

As if the universe was listening, “Mr. Dupree to the Dean’s office. Mr. Dupree to the Dean’s office.”

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” I protested when I saw the look on Lilith’s face.

“Please try to keep it that way. You wear my mark now. There is pride at stake.”

If I knew anything about supernaturals by this point, it was that pride was a big deal.

***

Vernon studied his tablet. Cameron Dupree’s medical data was concisely displayed in a set of boxes. The boxes had normal ranges highlighted for ease of use, as well as the ranges of supernatural creatures. Vernon frowned as he reviewed the information, and looked at the young man sitting in the adjacent room.

A spell had turned the wall of the old administration building into a one-way mirror. To the kid, it was just a normal wall covered with gaudy wallpaper that came standard in old buildings like this. For Vernon, he could watch the kid stew. It was a solid interrogation tactic, and gave law enforcement a peek into the perp’s mind before even talking to him. There were other interrogation techniques allowed under the WRA, but most required warrants. Vernon’s warrants pertained to narrow investigative powers. If the kid refused to voluntarily submit to some of the enhanced interrogation methods, he’d have to call HQ for more warrants. They’d want probable cause, and the medical data Vernon was reviewing didn’t provide that.

Cameron Dupree was a pretty ordinary guy. He’d undergone a growth spurt recently, but that wasn’t unheard of at his age. He was only slightly above average for height and weight by WHO guidelines. In general, physical attributes were an unreliable way to identify most types of supernaturals, but just by looking at him, Vernon could tell he wasn’t a shifter. Shifters were always big, looked like they lived in gyms, or should be playing professional sports. Vernon’s own six-six, two-hundred-and-seventy-five-pound frame was proof of that.

If by some miracle Dupree was a shifter, he was the runtiest runt Vernon had ever seen. The kid also didn’t smell like one, and the UN agent’s sense of smell was much more reliable than body stereotypes. Vernon hadn’t been in a room with Dupree yet, but he’d walked the same hallways, and the kid smelled depressingly mundane.

“Anything interesting?” Wood slid up next to him and peered at the tablet. He probably shouldn’t be showing her the data – HIPPA and all that legal shit – but he was focused on the kid.

“The results say no, but .