Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (best novel books to read .txt) 📕

director was about to pass that up. GoPro was probably already envisioning his AVN award for Best Blowbang Scene on his mantle.

Finally, with a full body shudder, I gave a final jerk and spurt. It landed with a splat on her legs. Littlekittycat69 was on her knees, on the ground, with me standing over her like a conquering sex hero. My chest heaved from the exertion, and GoPro made sure to do a full three-sixty-degree pan before yelling cut.

“What the fuck, Brandon?” she yelled at GoPro. “Were you going to let him fucking drown me . . .” she continued to lay into the man as I stepped away from the prodigious puddle of spunk on the floor, and walked over to where Dani was standing with her jaw nearly on the floor.

“Glad I didn’t let you cum in me back at school,” her body gave a shiver, as she handed me my clothes.

Layla stood off to the side with a hungry look in her eye. If she was in the bizz – management or talent – I was something they were always on the lookout for: a guy with a huge load. I ignored her as I dressed and then followed her back into the hallway. After the fucking, I was famished, so we headed back toward the VIP lounge.

Halfway there, some pretty little thing nearly ran me over. I felt a snap of static electricity when we collided, but she quickly backed off with an apologetic look.

“Room 212?” she looked at Layla.

Layla pointed down the hall, and the young, promising – by the shape of her ass – pornstar rushed off to do her job. I watched her run for a second before turning back in the direction of the VIP lounge.

Littlekittycat69 might have been a disappointment to meet in person, but that was the first time I’d emptied my balls in days, and I was feeling a little frisky. It seemed my Fae gifts came with an increased healing factor. Since I was tapping into them for the glamour, my libido rebounded before lunch was even over.

“The rest of the day is looking up,” I smiled as I munched on a pickle.

Chapter 15

I studied the crystal in my hand. It was the vibrant color of lilacs in full bloom, and as it caught the florescent lighting overhead, it shot rays of purple across my face. Crystals were used for many things in magic; or so I’d heard. They were great for anchoring things in bindings or summonings. The right kind could make a great magical battery, and above all, they were excellent for storing information.

Mundane technology companies were just learning this. There was something about the crystalline structures that allowed vast amounts of data to be stored on them. There was a digital arms race underway. Silicon Valley was spending tons of cash trying to create the most efficient crystals that would revolutionize the world of computing. I looked forward to that, but it didn’t do me much good here and now.

As I tilted the crystal to catch the light a certain way, a pair of large tits emblazoned themselves like purple fire across my eyes. I blinked, and the vision faded. This particular booth, filled with similar crystals, was selling some type of new-age Kama Sutra. Judging by the image that flashed when I pivoted, the saleswoman grinning at me had done some of the modeling.

I gulped as she smiled at me. She was a lot of woman. I was thinking about her taking the place of Littlekittycat69 in a few of my fantasies when the crystals gave me an idea. I scratched my chin, like I contemplated buying it, as I ran the mechanics through my mind. Ultimately, I’d have to talk to Lark about it, but it seemed feasible.

Glamour was a wonderful thing, totally badass, and a game changer as far as I was concerned. At its core, it was will made reality by power; but there were different ways to do that. It created two general types of glamour. I’d become proficient enough in the first to attend the convention.

I called it fixed, or tied-off, glamour. I was wearing one right now, and it had its pros and cons. It was hard to explain, but the glamour covered my body like a shell; a shell that felt like my own skin. It reacted to everything I did, and all sensations were communicated to my brain as if they were happening to my actual body. I enjoyed the taste of the nutritious meal I’d eaten with Dani. I felt the primal satisfaction of fucking Littlekittycat69 as if I’d done it with the same dick I’d been jerking off with for the last five years.

Things that humans were concerned with, like the laws of physics, didn’t seem to apply. Don’t ask me how that’s possible. Lark told me that some Fae were fucking huge, but with glamour, they could appear completely human. So much for the Law of Conservation of Mass; but I’m not a scientist, so I had no fucking idea what I was talking about. The whole thing was a bit of a mindfuck, and it did nothing to alleviate the anxiety I felt around Fae. I’d go the rest of my life wondering if the person next to me was Joe the Plumber, or a multiheaded monster that thought my liver was a culinary delicacy.

I shivered, pushed that thought away, and focused on the crystal. “If I angle it just right, I can see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,” I grinned.

The flash of inspiration I wanted to consult Lark on, when I wasn’t too busy trying to catch a peek of a vertical smile, had to deal with a crystal’s storage applications in relation to my particular situation. Could glamour be programmed into a crystal? It was a