User blog:Alcadabra/Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Upon awaking, he noticed that the pressure of their two heads was still there, Valatrix was softly snoring and from the feel of it might have drooled on him, and his head still lay upon Verishka’s thigh. “Sleep well?” she asked as she looked down. He noticed that he had the most raging morning wood that he could in recent remember. He then became aware of her tail snaking between his skin and pants.

"No..." he groaned, "my wife..." he trailed off as her tail wrapped around his cock, its strength and how painfully engorged it was kept him from making full sentences or even thinking clearly.

"She's not here, and you're about as pent up as a paladin. I could leave it alone if you want me to, but if these two wake up before it goes away, I doubt the will stop at just a little tail action." Her tail was warm, much stronger than he had guessed, and it felt incredible. It had been some time since he had sex, and masturbation had lost any enjoyment. He cut a groan short as Valatrix let out quiet snort with a change of breathing.

"You better take this time to cum now," she smiled, "the scent will drive them wild." The tip of her tail flicked the tip of his cock down to the sensitive nerve bundle at the bottom of the head causing him to arc his back as he let out small shutter. "Oh dear, you're sensitive, but you have trouble getting off don't you?" He didn't answer, he tried not to breath hard, as still the two heads rested on his chest and stomach. His fingers dug into the soft earth and grass below him as his body tensed.

"Such a challenge, can I get you off without waking the others. One would be a testament to my skill, the other would be entertainment, oh which to choose, which to choose," she taunted. He tried to keep his composure, but he had unconsciously stopped breathing to focus on not moving, which led to a deep gasp.

Sophia stirred and turned to face him, his eyes met hers and they locked together as she moved closer to his face. "Oh, it looks like I failed..." came the sarcastic lament from Verishka, "Damn, and I was going to keep you all to myself."

Sophia's finger with a bright red nail reached out and pulled down on his lower lip, then raked through his beard, down his neck and onto his chest. "I've been enjoying playing… dead, but you smell so delicious, I can't stay still anymore." She leaned in closer. He had seen corpses before, but her alabaster skin against her back hair and red lips was very exotic to him, and as she rested her breasts on his arm, the cleavage and weight was almost enough for him to shoot his wad yet he remained stubbornly noncompliant.

"Married..." he softly groaned.

"Demon,” Verishka pointed at herself, “don't care," she taunted him and gave his cock a tight squeeze.

"Fuck..."

"That can be arranged," she whispered with a predatory glee.

"He's a stubborn one, I was trying to get him off before I woke you," Verishka confessed. Sophia moved in and began to kiss him, her hand behind his head. Of all the things sensual that he missed, it was kissing. There was a strange aspect to her mouth and tongue, he could obviously feel the fangs, but the flesh seemed to have a soft, rubbery feel. Her nails digging into his chest only vaguely took his mind of his aching member, stuck on a plateau that he couldn't quite overcome and that Verishka and Sophia weren't allowing to him back down. He didn't want another fight on the level of the last time with his wife, but if he angered those that were helping him, how would he ever get home again.

The thought of begging for release was starting to grow, even if his pride didn't like the idea. He was trying not to squirm, as it reminded him of trying to see how far you could get without your parents noticing. He wasn't worried about losing his sanity to the pleasure they were causing him for he didn't like it much to begin with.

"You know if you die here and become undead, you'll be mine for an eternity," whispered Sophia as she nibbled on his ear lobe, not that it was erotic for him, but she seemed to like to play with the little flap of flesh. The idea had merit, a creature of the night, blood sucking slave to this gorgeous creature. The thought was causing his libido to surge and for a moment he had to hold back to keep from erupting.

"You know, if you do get him off, the jabborwocky will go into a frenzy," teased Verishka, now indulging her evil side to keep him on edge till he begged, lost it, or went in insane. " But, if she does,I get his essence, you his blood and her his flesh, I think everyone will be happy," she smiled evilly. He watched as Valatrix’s horns stirred behind Sophia, and he couldn't hold back as he let out full body shutter and a long groan.

"I thought we were giving him some time to recover? Oh well for that, but he does smell good," came the new voice. "Well, let's get him out of his clothes!"

"Subtle," retorted Sophia.

Both Verishka and Sophia were amazed as she lifted Jeremy up with no more effort than an infant and her claws and tentacles dexterously removed his clothes as she spun him in her grasp. Jeremy looked impressed but became more than worried as she did so, even it was a temporary respite from Verishka's tail. She set him down and kissed him passionately, then she let loose a pink gas that passed from one mouth to another, he was only mildly aware of breathing it in as it didn't cause him to cough. His body became more sensitive, his member more engorged, his skin became warmer and his body begged to use every fiber of his being to please her. His mind felt like it was pulling on the reigns of an out of control freight train rushing downhill with a load of several hundred tons of hagfish. He looked into her amused eyes with surprise and perhaps fear that he might explode with the overwhelming sensations.

"He is a human, he hasn't been here long enough, you'll melt his mind permanently," warned Verishka harshly.

"You said he was a Maker, he should be able to handle this," as she shimmied out of her clothes. She pulled him against her as his body was thrusting with a primal urge he could no longer hold back. "I'm going fuck you so hard that the gods will be tired from watching us," there was such a matter of fact sound to her statement he actually wondered if she had done it before, and if the other party had survived.

She lifted him up again, her hand under his ass and slid the object of his madness into her. He thrust against her, which made her smile and close her eyes in enjoyment, then she started using him as a toy, with thrusts that only heroes and demigods were rumored to possess. He felt her tentacles, one sucked on his scrotum, the other licked at a nipple, and he took a strange delight as his face was slammed into her breasts repeatedly, a boxing match were he couldn't respond. Her vagina was like an opera glove on the hand of bodybuilder, trying to massage the cum out of him. It wasn't long before his body shuttered uncontrollably and he shot a white fountain between them to land on her breasts.

"You a virgin?" she asked with all the tact of freight train.

"No, w.i.f.e." he panted, glad for the release but realized he was building to another climax as if he hadn't ejaculated at all.

"Such a bazaar concept, well, if you aren't then you should have better endurance," she dropped to her knees and placed him on his back. His body felt very strange as it tried to relax, readied for her next assault and attempted to fight back all at once. As his body twitched, relaxed, and snapped back to taunt state, he pictured himself looking like a ferret during a war dance, and he wasn't very far from the truth. Valatrix's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched the she had on him, holding him down with one mighty claw as she licked his spunk from her breasts with her tentacles.

"He's been kept on edge for at least an hour by Verishka while you were napping," defended Sophia.

"Oh, well, that was just the cherry on top, hmmm?" she smiled, and he felt it reminded him of a psychopath who was just told not to do something. "He does taste good, he may be broken, but there's something more. Power, intensity in the taste, I've not had its like before," she mused as she savored his flavor as if tasting a fine wine.

"I assume that is the taste of a Maker, he should still have some goodly power left in him even now," informed Verishka, intent on the cat and mouse game playing out before her.

"We're going to work off some of that flab, it will be the most intense workout that a hero has ever dreamed of." He found that was at a loss for words, and found the "gulp" sound that he made as he tried to swallow even more intimidating.

Making love to her was like a pro wrestling match, as she tied him up in more ways than he could remember being in the Kama sutra, but no one has tentacles in that. The other to ladies watched, suitably impressed and even taking notes. His muscles burned as if on fire, and although not weak, he wasn't to be compared to her strength.

He found himself with his leg up in the air, held against her chest and shoulder as she had her right leg running alongside him, her left over his right, his cock buried within her. She had pulled him up to a near sitting position as she pulled his head to her breast to suck on her nipple, then would release so her tentacle could fuck his mouth with its tongue. She had guided his hand to her other breast and was teaching him how to fondle and stimulate it. Every time he was ready to cum, she would pull him forward again, tendons stretching, muscles screaming, and it would keep him from going over the edge. If that wasn't enough, her tail was wrapped around the base of his member, and would squeeze or rub to stimulate or control any attempt at climax.

She milked him with her breasts, her claws, her wings, her thighs and her tail, and every time he thought he would collapse she would breath the pink gas into his face, he then was invigorated to keep going. He worried that Verishka and Sophia would grow bored watching, but it soon dawned on him that they were both immortal, a couple of hours of watching a mortal being turned from pretzel to an Escher painting was just an amusing commercial in their lives. He lost track of time, his muscles gave up burning as they were being ignored, his cock was raw from friction, and yet his desire had not been quelled due to the pink gas.

After her eighth orgasm, he lay covered in her nectar, and still hard as a rock. Her orgasms were so powerful that he was almost always milked by them. The one time he managed to bring her to climax by licking, it had almost pulled the tongue out of his head. He had never grown used to eating out a woman, the smell was often over powering to him, but she had been different, she had been sweet, like licking gummy bears. The flavor changed sometimes, he couldn't tell if it was due to how aroused she was, mood, or if it was just random.

She looked at his soaked form as he laid panting. "Okay, I'm done for now. If I had a few months with him, I could whip him into shape. But for his age, he's pretty good, and knows a few things." She stretched like a jungle cat, relaxed and pleased with herself. She stroked him a few more times, causing him to moan. "You did very well, you didn't beg for mercy once. We'll work on strength building next time, sort of my version of "leg day," she smiled at the look of fear that washed over his face.

Verishka motioned Sophia to take her turn, as she spoke a few words of magic causing him to become clean and dry, another spell and his endurance seemed to return as he had known it in his younger days. He still felt curiously sensitive as his heart and cock seemed grateful for the pause.

"That was intense," he breathed.

"Told ya," said Valatrix as she put her clothes slowly back on, which drew his attention. He felt odd, for years now even the scenes from Game of Thrones hadn't titillated him, now he felt like he was almost 16 again. He felt guilty, partly due to his wife, but of feelings he still had and that he could now never express for another woman. He had grown used to being asexual, now he felt he was betraying himself somehow, although he didn't feel sex was wrong. He stood and stretched, popping his shoulders and neck, nothing felt where it should be.

Normally he was very good at sensing someone coming up behind him, but he had felt nothing, when he heard the whisper in his ear.

"Now it's time for part two, you're mine now," he swung around on instinct and looked only to see Verishka smiling on a tombstone. He wasn't used to being startled, he was usually the one doing the scaring. Nails raked up is back, causing him to arc as much as it caused him the willies, he didn't even notice the goose bumps that had broken out over his body. He whipped about and still no one was there.

"Sophia, vampire, speed, hunt, shit," his hands started to reach into his pockets as he realized he was still naked. A dead scraggily tree was on the edge of the "office" so he sprinted toward it. A hand closed over his jaw and lifted him from the ground as he reached out for a branch.

"You were going to try and fight me off? Or were you going to stake me? Well, you will do that but not with wood. But how positively charming of you to try with real wood, I can't remember the last time someone tried to fight me," she slowly turned him to face her. Her eyes were predatory, frightening but he found he couldn't look away, so sexy and so strong, and the fangs spoke of his doom that he wished for so long for. "How about I give you the chance to defend yourself?" She lowered him to the ground.

Her grip loosened and he jumped back to try and yank a branch from the tree. It came off easily, due to dry rot. His eyes rolled as he realized it was probably the least effective weapon he might find. He spun and lashed out behind him, he wasn't surprised she was there, but he was surprised that she was able to anticipate his strike, and would have grabbed the club had it not broken in two. The two looked at the separate pieces in their hands and in the moment of futility he poked at her belly with the remains, "poke, poke," he intoned as they both erupted into laughter.

After a gesture of "one moment," Jeremy attempted to pull the last branch from the sad corpse of a tree and found that neither the rot had gotten to it, nor did he have the strength to rip it from its moorings. Her hand slid along his, feeling his heart beat, then helped him dislodge the stubborn limb. The Riff Trax that was constantly going on in his brain piped up, 'Was that just a romantic moment with the two of you getting a weapon to fend her off with? Okay things are getting weirder." He cleared his throat as he smacked the club against the trunk and when it didn't break he turned back toward her and gave her an awkward smile and shrug. She smiled back and motioned for him to turn around. When he shook his head, she made the gesture again more commanding, his shoulders slumped and he turned. He gave a moment then dived forward into a roll and came up swinging behind him. He realized that no one was there. Verishka and Valatrix laughed at him.

He stood up and spun around with his club, this time he didn't expect to connect yet his club was stopped and the next thing he registered was an incoming round house kick which sent him flying to impact on the soft ground. "Ow..." he looked at her boot, he had never been kicked with high heels before. He also realized that he had been so caught off guard he hadn't noticed if she had panties on or not and felt a tad cheated from the experience. He rubbed his chest, it hadn't been too bad except for where the heel had dug in.

"That's going to leave a bruise," he chuckled.

"I thought you liked boots, since I caught you looking at them,” he blushed, “You okay?"

His face contorted as he mulled it over and tried to come up with a goodly come back, he finally shrugged, "It's fair, does sting a bit, but then again if you were going all out I am assuming it could have been shoved up my ass," he mused.

"Only if it would be a turn on?" she smiled, showing her fangs.

"Ah, no..." he regained his feet as he puzzled how to counter her speed.

"You're not going to try and sharpen it?" she teased.

"Your speed, there isn't enough time to try and manage it, even if I had a knife. Besides I still wouldn't, I wouldn't take the risk of staking you by accident," his skills as a stage combat choreographer coming to the surface, safety being paramount.

"You would protect your hunter?" she teased again, but this time obviously surprised.

"I would sooner slash a master's painting, then a work of art as you," he took a defensive stance, fighting naked with nothing but a club to fend off a vampire, he felt so bad ass. Wait, was he trying to flirt?

Her face flushed bringing color to her alabaster cheeks. She couldn't recollect when the last time she had received such a compliment nor anyone who was going to fight but wouldn’t attempt to destroy her.

"What about me?" cried out Valatrix, feeling left out.

Jeremy thought for a moment, not realizing he had created a faux pas. "I see you as a queen or commander who leads her loyal army at the head, leading by example, taking on the biggest challenges and giving attention who would do likewise, the sword to Sophia's dagger."

Valatrix walked over to him, her claws grabbing his exposed sack, "I think I like that," she kissed him passionately. "Okay Sophia, drain him dry, or I will," and sauntered to the sidelines. Shocked at her command, he turned to Sophia, expecting her to be right in his face. She stood where she was and smiled.

"That was very sweet, and as much as I would hunt you, this is a little limiting, I'd prefer to hunt you through the entire graveyard. But you remind me, that the painting has the power to captivate, without having to do a thing," he found that his eyes were locked on hers. He realized what was happening but he had no control of his body, he tried to break the grip, but his body was paralyzed.

"You know what I've done?" she breathed huskily. He nodded, as he realized he hadn't caused it. "You know how to break it?" His mind raced, all he could ever remember of how to break the enthralling look of a vampire was to either have such willpower to break it, distract the vampire or break eye contact, and he wasn't sure if that worked or not. His head bounced back and forth, which seemed to indicate a definite maybe.

"You've the time from there to here to figure it out," she seductively challenged him. He began to walk toward her. His brain screamed 'breaks!' but it had no effect. He thought of all the weaknesses that he had heard from all the legends he had read or heard. Faith, had sadly been drained away through the events and pain and failed spells, prayers and rituals. He saw no salvation there. Daylight in a place of perpetual night, fresh running water, silver, wood (usually oak), beheading, garlic (he didn't have lunch), wait, he had it, starvation, he just had to walk as slowly as he could... nope. Magic? What could he do to break it? Shielding, a skill he had learned in his occult days and it just needed a free mind, but had no idea if it might work, and he was stupidly out of practice. He called upon his own energy to produce a white shield about him, it felt weak, but if he was truly as damaged as they said he was he would have a strict limit to what he could produce.

In mid stride he stopped, as he fought a tenuous battle to keep the shield up. "Very good, I thought you might have this skill. Now do I see how strong you are? Make you my slave if you fail?" she smiled, a truly evil smile that made the hair on his neck stand on end. He felt the strength of her will press upon the shield, he felt it tick with increased power every moment.

'She's going by degrees, shit,' he concluded. He reached out with his spirit, and pulled from the darkness, this type of energy from a graveyard and from the night itself was easy for him to use, it was actually preferred. If he used his own energy, he would use his reserves quickly and wouldn't be able to maintain it, but this way he could try and over compensate for his weakened state. He breathed more slowly, he could maintain this, but he felt a burning distraction between his legs. He searched by feeling the responses of his body and realized not only did he have the pink gas effecting him, but Sophia must have added her own command while he was in her grip. His cock had its own mind and all it wanted was to be stimulated. He took a few steps.

He took control of the shield once more, her smile had widened, he could see her fangs and images of her as she sank them into his blood sausage blasted into his brain. He hadn't been challenged like this in almost two decades, and he could never remember one so great. Again she began to press her attack, again he pulled from the land about him, which he found ironic. White was his default, but he might be able to win if he switched to silver, reflect the attack. He felt her attack lessen.

"Oh, you are going to make it hard for yourself. A good ploy, but now I may have to give an effort," she taunted. He felt stabs at the shield instead of the slow push. Each jab was stronger, but concentrated, causing him to compensate as she probed for a weakness. He felt he was near his maximum, hardly what it was, but all that he could currently manifest. It was time for a desperate move. He pulled as much as he could, pushing his limits to try and rival his old power, then he lashed out with it.

He found himself on his knees, a sheen of sweat coating him. He felt worn, but his raging erection reminded him that other factors were at play. "I felt that. Actually, for a novice, that was a pretty good hit. In fact, you might cause enough confusion to get away, if it hadn't drained you to do so, you were stronger once, you can be again," he looked up and found her in front of him, he gave her a triumphant smile, as she chuckled down at him. She pulled the slit to the side and slid her boot than creamy thigh over his shoulder. "Like legs do you?" she teased, as her fingers ran through his hair, then pulled him against her.

She was soft and cool, but she didn't have a smell, or was it damp, just slick. This made him keen to explore, causing a husky moan to issue forth. His hands slid up her legs, and as he could guess, she was just slightly warmer than the air around them, perhaps from just the movement of the muscles. He rationalized it as having sex with a monster, not a corpse, he wasn't into necrophilia, but then again, who was going to know? This spurred him to thrust his tongue and suck on her clit with abandon, her fingers griping his hair and directing him at need.

Soon he tasted a honey consistency that flowed from her pleasure, but it was unlike anything he had ever tasted before. It tasted like an October night, a slight chill in the air as a breeze stirred the dying leaves to rattle in the branches and dance along the ground. He felt a stirring of either the fear of the night and the things that slipped among the shadows or the thrill of the hunt, to be the one that generated that fear, and the power of which the night provided. He had long been the hunter, and a deep echo of this part of him stretched from its dark hibernation manifesting in his being more aggressive, and sensual.

Pressure grew on the back of his head as he felt that with anymore he would be forced headfirst inside her. His hands massaged the back of her legs and her cheeks, running down and trying to work the muscles inside her boots. His focus was dimming, as she released his head, and he pulled back to take in a loud gasp, he hadn't realized he had stopped breathing in his ardor.

A push, and with a fluid grace she mounted him, her body writhing with the pleasure of consuming his rod. At this age she could imaging him as a professor or old grizzled hunter, but her passions had been stoked and now it was time to feed. She leaned down on him as his hands began to massage her breasts, the silk of her dress further arousing her as it slid over her nipples and his thumbs passed over them. She could no longer hold back, as she yanked his head to the side and drove her fangs into his neck.

He couldn't find words for the sensation, it was fire and ice, it was pleasure and pain, it was a jolt to his system like he had never known. His body moved on its own, thrusting but also trying to get away in both fight and flight as his adrenaline rushed through his system. Gasping he could feel her sucking with sharp draws on his blood, causing his primal side to try to fight, but translating into thrusting without any notice to her weight as he clawed ineffectively at her back. Caught between pleasure and escape, his mind had become a blur, and the only thought that he remembered him having later was that he was happy to be sucked dry by her, and how many men would be envious of his place.

The arc of blood from her fangs in the moonlight would always be one of his most erotic memories, as she sat back up with impossible muscle control. His body continued to buck, writhe and drive him as deep and as fast as it could, his cock throbbing within her, running all on instinct. She luridly sucked upon her finger and then slid it into his mouth, he sucked on it, only vaguely aware of the taste of blood as his breath came in short, ragged gasps.

Later he learned the little bit of blood would cause him to go into overdrive for producing blood, although it was several long minutes before he felt the effects of it and had enough blood to actually think again. He watched as she slid down his body her eyes locked onto his, of becoming aware of his own thoughts again. Getting caught between the silk of her dress and the breasts that encapsulated them caused him to start to squirm, as she slid down and deftly took his rod into her mouth. He groaned and thrashed, trying to push himself over.

"You don't say much do you?" she surmised, and giving him a moment to cool down.

"Just gets you in trouble," he breathed, but the pain and sincerity that were revealed through his eyes took her aback. She moved up by him and held on to him not knowing what she had triggered or how she had done so. She slid up along him and held him for a while and it was decided among the three women that they would give him some time or at least until they couldn’t stand it anymore.