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

“Ooh damn,” my dick twitched as she pressed against me, and turned to Lilith.

She slid off me and onto the succubus until her face was above Lilith’s. With my full attention on the two women, Fern opened her mouth, and let my cum fall into Lilith’s open gullet. Not a lot, but enough for Lilith’s eyes to explode like green fireworks and bathe the room in light. With a smile, and sense of satisfaction plastered all over her youthful face, the pixie gave a mighty gulp and swallowed the rest.

“Ooh gods below,” my heart was pounding in my chest from the erotic display.

“Do I please you, Master?” Fern asked with big, puppy dog eyes.

“Fuckin’ A that was awesome?” I answered.

The smile that lit her face was nearly as luminous as the emerald glow radiating off Lilith, who gave a quiet moan as her body worked on the power of my seed. Fern gave a giggle, hopped off the bed, gave a bow to the semi-conscious Lilith, and left the room.

I just stared at her ass as she sauntered out, and then watched the closed door as the post-sex bliss worked its way through my veins. At some point, Lilith came back to the land of the living, but she didn’t say anything. After a few minutes, her body began to gyrate against mine.

“Round two,” I grinned, and wondered if Fern would be back.

I was so busy focusing on the ménage à trois forming in my head, I didn’t realize Lilith was sobbing.

“What . . . are you . . . how . . .?” I blubbered like a fool. I didn’t know what was going on, but since we’d just gone to third base, I assumed I’d fucked something up.

“I’m sorry, I . . .”

“It’s not you,” she gave a mighty sniff as she looked up at me. “I’m just not sure how to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything,” I answered immediately, and judging by her face, that was the correct answer.

“While you were at the convention, my mother talked with me,” there was a shadow of anger at the mention of her mother. “She said all indications from the research team studying our predicament conclusively state that I won’t be able to fully feed from you until I cross into maturity,” tears welled in her eyes at the admission.

I didn’t completely understand what she was saying, so I answered with the always helpful, “um . . .”

“We can’t fuck until I’m twenty-one, Cam,” she snapped, but then took a deep breath and gave me an apologetic look.

Now, it was my turn to tear up. “That’s okay,” I comforted her. “What we just did was pretty hot. I’m good with that for the next few years,” I felt a frog in my throat as I said the time frame.

“Fuck, this sucks dragon cock. You couldn’t give me a second of peace, could you, universe?” I shook my metaphysical fist at the powers beyond my comprehension.

“I need to be able to feed, Cam,” her tone told me more bad news was coming. “I’m going to have to add less-potent people to my harem.”

“You mean less potent dudes.” I immediately disliked that idea.

I did not like the idea of some other guy with his lips on Lilith’s lips, his hands on Lilith’s tits, and worst of all, his dick in Lilith’s pussy. I opened my mouth to say just that, but the look on her face stopped me cold. Instead, I worked a weak smile onto my face.

“I can live with that,” I said through gritted teeth. She definitely heard my lack of conviction, but she appreciated the sentiment. She slid on top of me and gave me a deep kiss. I didn’t even care she’d just eaten my cum.

After that, we curled up and cuddled. She dozed off, but my mind was out of control. Not only was it a matter of time until I became the UN’s flavor of the week, but when I got back, I’d have to compete with other dudes for her attention.

“I’m still the First, right?” she hadn’t said anything about changing that.

At some later point, Lilith stirred and we went to get dinner. We ate in silence because we both knew something was off, but didn’t want to address it. As dessert arrived, I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Sorry, but this sucks,” I blurted as the Baked Alaska was plopped in front of us. The waiter scowled at me, and I hope he didn’t pass that on to the cook. I didn’t know who the cabal’s chef was, but to serve a tough crowd like this, he must have poisoned someone in the past.

“I know,” she sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I knew we’d have to pay the piper sooner or later.”

“What kind of saying is that anyway?” I vented, directing my anger at anything but her.

“It’s from an 1842 poem by Robert Browning,” she answered as she swirled a spoon in her coffee. “In the story, a town is overcome by rats and the townspeople promise to pay a piper to get rid of them. He does, but the townspeople screw him over; so, in retaliation, he lures all the kids away from their homes and seals them in a cave with a landslide. You can guess the rest.”

“That’s a fucked-up story,” I shivered as I grabbed my mug.

“Haven’t you realized, Cam,” she gave me a sorrowful look. “Life’s pretty fucked up some times.”

Chapter 17

Vernon stood ramrod straight. In the military, it was called the position of attention, because you were showing respect to whoever was addressing you. He was shooting for utmost respect right now. The person sitting in front of him held the power to really fuck up his day.

He fully realized what he was asking