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Malina chuckled throatily and kissed the top of my head, “I’d say once you get five or so going, once every five years will be enough for that. Same with soul deals, though I wouldn’t complain if you did more of those.”
I shook my head, “It just feels shitty, with the soul deals the targets are greedy, and although the transaction is somewhat unequal, I don’t feel bad about it. They’re dumb shmucks who are probably headed for hell anyway.”
I grinned at the irony of that, my whole family line was a bunch of dumb shmucks by that line of thinking, “It’s different for the other, I’m taking advantage of a woman’s desperate situation. Maybe that’s why the first one seemed easier, because her greatest wish had been wanting a child.”
Malina agreed, “It’s necessary, and more complicated because the sex also creates a temporary connection and brings out that hero complex I’ve mentioned before. There’s no easy answer. At least you can take comfort in Karen, that’s something your predecessors never had.”
I smiled at that thought, I also had Malina and Lilliana of course.
One of my spells had slipped, I recast protection from physical harm and was back up to five. Then I started to study Sal some more. It was hard, now I had Lilliana, the scent of good food, Malina’s wonderful scent, and her hands busily kneading my shoulders. After trying to memorize a spell that would double my speed and strength, and having to start over fifteen times because I’d lost my train of thought, I gave up on it and closed up Sal.
The spell was intended to level the playing field in a fight against something very fast like a vampire. Between the spell, and the enhancements from pulling infernal magic through Malina, it should be enough to make me as fast as Lilliana, or any other ancient vampire. Although, I’d read any spell that enhanced the body was inherently dangerous, and if done incorrectly at all could harm the body if not kill me outright.
Maybe it was just better to use magic in those fights, and not worry about being a vampire’s equal physically.
I pushed out my chair slightly, and grabbed Malina’s hand and pulled her around and into my lap. She wiggled a bit to get settled.
We talked a little about what was going on. The warlock, my training both in magic, and physically with Lilliana. It wasn’t too long until dinner was served, and our conversation moved to day to day stuff, long term planning, and just small talk.
They dragged me up to the master bedroom around eight, not that I struggled, or even objected. Then they took control and both of them had their way with me for about four hours. I was completely wiped out by midnight, but they were both very well sated and cuddled up on either side of me as I fell asleep…
Chapter 5
Karen listened carefully to the mage that was droning on about the latest search results for the warlock. She reminded herself that she wanted this, to be in charge of these people and to restore the old laws. She’d done it, and now she was stuck with it. Still, how hard was it to say that they hadn’t found the warlock yet? The man clearly loved to hear his own voice as he went on in a block by block search of finding nothing but other search parties from the vampires and shifters.
She looked around, and the eight other councilors’ attention were obviously wandering, including her old friend Tina.
She looked back at the man when the droning stopped, and said, “Thank you for your report, keep up the search.”
It wasn’t all boring of course, there was true day to day business like stopping mages from doing idiotic things and exposing their world to the human population. Though her biggest problem right now were the eight families of the eight councilors she had killed during the takeover. Ironically, Clarissa’s family, who had actual real power, weren’t among those causing issues, just the other eight.
The whiners and backstabbers.
Still, free speech was a thing, even in the mage world, and she had to be careful how she dealt with it. So far they’d treaded the line carefully, and hadn’t crossed the line from dissent to outright sedition, but they were close. The largest issue they parroted was about Shawn. Specifically, that the evil usurper, which would be her, had betrayed the mages by creating a treaty with the evil Moore line.
She looked down at her ring and held in a sigh of longing. The ring as far as most knew, represented a business deal, a pact, but the truth was she loved Shawn and the thought of being married to him made her smile. She hadn’t gotten to see him for a couple of days, not since their one-day honeymoon sex marathon. She really wanted to see him, maybe she could go tonight? Once the building calmed down anyway. Right now, she was stuck in this throne like chair and had to reassure her people by making level headed decisions.
Which was hard, being a fire mage she wanted to just burn all the assholes out. Her temper wasn’t being helped by her condition either. Her hormones felt out of whack, but she wondered how much of that was psychosomatic, since she’d only been pregnant a week. Wasn’t it too early for that?
She tried not to frown as she surveyed the room, there weren’t that many people in attendance, and she worried that meant they were listening to the families that were busy stirring up trouble. Then again, most were probably just living their lives, and didn’t care about government as long as it didn’t affect them.
The guard at the door announced Terrance Johnson. She looked over in surprise, he was one of the instigators from the eight old families. He wore a three-piece gray suit with a red tie and had a pinched look on his face. She slipped into her mage sight for a brief moment, his power wasn’t even half of hers, but that didn’t mean everything.
Sometimes cleverness beat strength, but she was an excellent duelist as well as powerful, so wasn’t too worried. Plus, he hadn’t even challenged her yet, she was just chomping at the bit with impatience.
“Terrance, what brings you here today?” she asked politely.
Terrance looked up at her, “This treaty does. It was foolishness to make a treaty with a warlock who consorts with demons. Now you’ve got half of our forces sweeping the city, instead of protecting our people, and for what? To hunt down another damned warlock? We should let them fight it out!”
She almost blushed but managed to calm herself. She couldn’t help but remember eating out the very demoness he complained about the warlock consorting with. She was almost positive she’d be doing it again, hopefully while Shawn was… she shook her head and got back to the matter at hand.
“It’s a treaty Terrance,” she said patiently, “That means we no longer need fear the warlock interfering with us. It also means he’ll assist us if a hostile group of mages invade our city. What exactly are you suggesting we do?”
Terrance frowned, “Do? I want you to put a treaty that aligns us with evil to a vote. Surely all of mage society deserves a say in this. Your high handed actions…” he cut off as she raised her hand.
“The council around me already voted, and accepted the treaty. They are the votes that count, we lead mage society. We’ll certainly listen to opposing points of view, but we won’t be bullied by a very small, yet very vocal, part of the population. If you want a vote Terrance, you know how to get one.”
Terrance turned red faced and growled out, “Very well, I challenge you to a duel to determine who leads us.”
She stood up and rounded the raised table on the dais and walked out into the center of the room with Terrance. With a thought, the wards in the room brought up a barrier that would keep anyone else in the room safe from their duel. As for her spelled protections, she wore them constantly to guard from treachery.
“Anytime you’re ready Terrance, but when you lose, you’ll leave and stop stirring up trouble.”
He sneered, and sent a sleep spell her way, she reversed it and hit him with two of her own.
He grounded her counter and cut off the spell causing the feedback and sent a blast of air that her shields absorbed.
She added magic to her air shields and narrowed her eyes. Usually in duels not involving dea
th they didn’t use elemental spells. It cut down on accidents. She tried to counter it, but it wasn’t a spell, he was an air mage. She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t use her inherent fire.
She double casted sleep again, then double casted a spell that would freeze all his muscles, then hit him with two more spells. She moved from spell to spell quickly, to drain his magic through his general magic protection shield, and to prevent him from having enough time to cast a counter.
Power counted, but so did speed. His inherent ability of air drained her as well, through her air shield, but she had much more power, and his attacks lacked her punch.
It was only a matter of time.
Her eyes widened as he pulled out a gun, and started to empty the clip at her. Each one that hit her protection from physical harm spell drained her magic alarmingly. The bastard intended to try and kill her. A gun also violated the rules of a duel for leadership. Even if he did kill her, the council would put him down, not award him the head council’s seat. It was insanely stupid.
She sent a concentrated stream of fire his way, as fast and hard as she could channel. She was no longer sure she had enough magic to win.
A few moments later, his shield against fire fell, and her fire burned into him. She didn’t stop, but let her magic consume him utterly.
She frowned at the black spot on the floor, and casted a spell to clean that away, and then she returned to the dais with a look of calm, but on the inside she was roiling with emotion.
When she sat she said, “Let it be shown that Terrance Johnson violated the rules of the duel, and attempted to assassinate me. I killed him in self-defense. Vote?”
The rest of the council voted that the death was legal, and she felt herself calm. At least she was surrounded by competent mages that saw and voted the truth. She missed Shawn though, maybe she could sneak away tonight?
She turned toward the door as the next person with council business was announced.
Korrina had a smile on her face as she appeared in Chicago. She hadn’t meant it to take a whole day, but the scared mage and his friend Stan had turned out to be quite the distraction. Once she’d stoked his lust the fear had fallen away, and he’d been a man of stamina if not the greatest in bed. However, Stan had taken up the slack and between the two of them had managed to pleasure her quite well.
Plus, it had been a long time since she’d hunted down and destroyed an angel, fallen or otherwise, she wasn’t in a hurry to go back to a purposeless existence, and decided to make this feeling last as long as possible.
She willed herself invisible, and spread her golden wings and took off into the air. There was no need to panic the mortals. She searched, but not very hard in that moment. Her whole body was tingly and pleasantly sore, and she took a moment to stretch her body and sore muscles as she soared above the city and gazed down upon it.
She flew around the city for several hours, but didn’t find the fallen angel. She wasn’t alarmed, she knew they hid their power these days. There was something odd however, she’d been in many cities in her time, and the supernaturals always had their sections and stayed in them to minimize cross species fighting.
She’d run across groups of mages, shifters, and vampires all roving the city. Several groups had even seen each other, and done nothing more than acknowledge each other. She came to the conclusion they searched for something, and it peaked her curiosity. This was not typical behavior.
She located a place she’d likely hear something interesting, and landed a block away. There was a line of humans waiting outside a club with many shifters in it. She took in some of the dress the female humans wore, and with a flash of magic dressed herself appropriately.
She looked down and took in the slinky black dress that hugged every curve, and appeared to barely contain her assets. She walked up to the front door, prepared to bamboozle the shifter there that guarded the entrance, but it was unnecessary. She’d barely arrived when he looked her over, and motioned her inside.
The music was so loud it was ridiculous, how could anyone talk in this? She used some magic to filter that down to a manageable level, and then walked over to the bar and sat down.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
She smiled alluringly, “Surprise me, a shot of something please.”
The place was packed with loud music, dim lights, and barely dressed people dancing. She had to admit this century was fascinating, although a few hundred years ago these people would have been the ones dancing naked around a bonfire most likely. Still, the advances in technology fascinated her.
The bartender put a shot glass down and she held it up to him before slamming it back. It burned a little going down, but had a pleasant after taste.
She smiled, “Another please.”
He winked and got her another, while she listened to the conversations in the club. As she’d hoped, the city wide search was the major topic of conversation, at least by the shifters.
She felt the pleasure of excitement run down her spine as she realized the truth. There were two warlocks in this town right now, did that mean two greater demons? She couldn’t imagine the one that was invading would go after a rival that had a greater demon if he didn’t also have one. Otherwise it would be suicide.
She shivered at the thought, it was like her birthday came twice on the same day.
She pondered what her next move should be. She could search the city until she found them, or, she could let the shifters, vampires, and mages do it for her. Then she could simply follow the locals. She smiled lasciviously at the thought, she hadn’t fought two angels at once in almost fifteen hundred years.
The bartender put her shot down, and she slammed it back. Her path decided, she got up from the bar, and decided to dance…
Elissa flicked her finger and the slave cried out in pain.
“Careful with that, it’s fragile.”
Her slaves were jumping and extremely busy as they packed up her most prized possessions. She had them packing as quickly as possible, a few minutes ago she’d felt death pass above. A creature she hadn’t felt since her youth, one that she could not possibly match.
She loved a little shakeup, a little excitement in life was so rare these days. She’d even had plans to seduce the new Moore, she’d been shocked when she learned he’d actually managed a treaty with the mages and needed to do something about it. Right now he was too wary for that, and too enamored of his succubus slut, but that would change in the future.
It always did.
But she wasn’t suicidal, she was leaving town to watch the fallout of this newest development from far away. Perhaps California, she hadn’t seen her sister in millennia. She’d also spread the word to the rest of the fae in the city. By sunrise tomorrow, she doubted there’d be a single fae left in Chicago.
She considered warning the others of the Nephilim abomination, but she owed them nothing and dismissed the idea. She did briefly regret that she wouldn’t have a chance to seduce the newest Moore as she’d planned.
He was already a dead man. He just didn’t know it yet. Him and his slut Malina.
Chapter 6
I woke up to my own moan of pleasure, and felt soft lips, a wet tongue, and a hot mouth working my cock slowly. She moaned herself, as if thoroughly enjoying what she was doing, which increased the stimulation I felt on the head of my cock lodged in her throat.
Then I was confused for a moment, because I could clearly feel Malina and Lilliana asleep on either side of me. I looked down my body and my cock twitched as I was captured by twinkling green eyes.
My heart started to race, and I smiled, “Missed you.”
She couldn’t talk, but she hummed in agreement which made me gasp in pleasure.
It wasn’t just the physical sensation, I was overwhelmed by the look of lust, love, and devotion in Karen’s beautiful green eyes as my cock slid between her soft lips. I cared greatly about Malina and Lilliana, but it was different with Karen.
Karen didn’t have to be here at all. She had no pact requiring it, and now that she was the head of the mages there wasn’t even an ulterior motive for her presence.
She was here simply because she wanted to be with me. That meant a lot to me, and made me love her even more. Until now I hadn’t realized it, but I’d been wondering if I’d ever see her again, once we were married and the pact was complete, she’d disappeared for a couple of days.
I didn’t let her see the doubt I’d had of course, I wasn’t really aware of it myself, not until she was back.
She lifted her head up and smiled, “Missed you too.”
Then she crawled up my body with desire and mischief in her eyes, her breasts and nipples scraped along my skin and up my chest until we were eye to eye. She looked so intense, confident, and relaxed at the same time.
The look of love in her eyes was hypnotizing and I couldn’t look away as I felt the wet warmth of her sex slowly sink down my entire length. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as her core got used to turgid length. She was so tight, and sexy.
She said in a voice half breathless with pleasure, and half mischievous, “I love you Shawn, but I’m afraid I might love your cock more. Do you forgive me?”
When I opened my mouth to speak, she squeezed me tightly with her sex and wiggled a bit which shot pleasure through my body. She had a teasing look on her face when my planned words turned into a moan.
She started to slowly rise and drop back down, never taking her eyes off of mine as we shared the deep intimacy between us. I realized then I would do anything this woman asked of me, I also realized that Karen would never abuse that fact. Not because of the sex either, the intense connection between us as she rode me was just another side effect of the feelings we had for each other, and what we’d been through.