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The dom at her front took a nipple between his teeth and tugged. His tongue laved over the taut tip, and when he suckled it she came hard, gushing juices all over his hand. Sparks of light bloomed behind her eyes and she cried out, shuddering as the orgasm rocketed through her.

  After she caught her breath, the lover behind her raised her leg up, giving the lover facing her better access to her pussy. He teased her first with his cock, rubbing its meaty head into her extra-sensitive clit until she begged, “Please, fuck me now.” Stimuli shot through her at bullet speed.

  When he entered her, it was paradise. Her tight cunt enveloped him, milking him of all the bliss he had to give. They stroked her perfectly inside and out. Sweat beaded and trickled down their skin as they found a harmonious rhythm, bucking back and forth in unison with each other.

  She came again quickly, digging her nails into the chest of her lover as they rode her faster and faster. Moments later, her men followed suit, spilling their hot seed deep inside her pussy and ass.

  “Thank you,” she murmured as they kissed her and cuddled up close. “That was perfect.”

  And it was. Never before had Fiona felt as complete as she did with Nash and Eli. Her heart filled with gratitude, and she hoped this wonderful union would last forever.

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  Bonus Story: Vicious Vampire Love

  (From the Waking Up Werewolf Series)

  By C.J. Sneere

  “Why do Purity want to wipe out monsters?” Warren frowned curiously at Sid as he pulled his clothes back on.

  Avery was the one to answer, as he pulled some cushions closer to the bed and sprawled out on the floor. “It’s a misguided attempt to protect the human race. The agency thinks our existence is a threat to homo sapiens.”

  “Yet they seem to forget we supernaturals swore off killing humans years ago,” Sid spat. “We’re no threat. They’re just a bunch of xenophobes and murderers.”

  “So, you don’t kill humans?” Warren looked between the pair. “I thought vamps drank blood, and that werewolf in the park sure seemed ready to kill me.”

  “We feed off each other these days,” Sid told him. “Remember what I told you about sex? We can’t breed, but sex is a multi-purpose tool for us. We use it to exchange information, bond, and we feed off the energy of the orgasm. It staves off our other hungers.”

  “Pleasure, too,” Avery said, giving Warren a blatant up and down perusal. “We have sex for pleasure.”

  Sid nodded and arched his eyebrow at Avery. “It’s a part of the feeding and bonding process.”

  Warren sat silent, taking all this information in. Only 32 days had gone by since his werewolf attack in the park. Since that time he’d lost his girlfriend, Tamara, the day he’d planned to propose to her, witnessed a werewolf’s murder in an alley, and been dragged underground to a city of monsters by a vampire. Oh, and he’d met a towering troll named Avery. At the tail end of all these thoughts, little Tulle popped into his mind.

  “Look, I know we’ve got important things to do here,” he said. “But is there any way we could get to my dog? She’s probably scared shitless.” Literally, he thought. He was sure he’d find a mess under his bed when he got home.

  Sid looked to his troll ex-lover. “Avery can go grab her for you. You and I should really get to Council Headquarters.”

  Warren grabbed the vampire’s wrist as he went to stand. “Wait a minute. He can’t go out there anymore than I can. The killers will be looking for him, too, I’m sure.”

  “And the Council Hunters,” Avery said as he rose up from his pile of pillows. “But I’m safer above than below, until the sun goes down at least.”

  Warren tilted his head at the troll. “Why’s that?”

  Avery gave a wide, toothy smile. “Contrary to myth, trolls don’t turn to stone with the sun. We go invisible when daylight touches us.”

  ***

  After Avery left to retrieve Tulle, Warren and Sid headed out the front door of the apartment. It was time for Warren’s official introduction to the underground.

  “It endless night here,” Sid told him, taking his hand as they strolled down curved steps that grew wider as they descended. “Which works well for vampires, since we’re allergic to the sun.”

  “Will it kill you?”

  Sid shook his head. “No, but extended exposure can make us very ill. Vamps are fairly resilient creatures.”

  “So is the stake thing true?” Warren tried not to rudely stare at a man whose skin rippled over his bones. The creature walked by, and a tendril of his flesh reached out to touch Warren.

  Sid acted as if the moving skin man was barely there. He looked forward, down the dusty, wide street as he spoke. “Yes, but the stake must be made of ash or aspen to work.”

  They strolled on, Sid giving Warren details of this, his new world, as they went. Warren tried not to stare too openly at the creatures that went by, but he gaped at the buildings that, in some cases, brushed the sandstone top of this subterranean civilization.

  Suddenly, Sid pulled him close and pushed him into the side of a squat structure. It was pyramid shaped, with diamond windows cut into its face. It reminded Warren of a sand dune.

  “We’re going to take a small detour before we go to Council Headquarters,” Sid said, brushing a fingertip over Warren’s chin. “How’d you like to experience a monster sex bazaar, newborn werewolf?” His tongue flitted out and licked Warren’s top lip. Sid’s hand moved up under his shirt and brushed over his stomach, making his muscles tense.

  “Shouldn’t we be focusing on clearing Avery?” Warren asked, though he wanted to just blurt ‘Yes!’ to Sid’s invitation.

  Sid traced the line of Warren’s cheekbone. “Pleasure is important, too. Remember, this is how we control our need to kill. For some of us, like myself, it’s the only nourishment we take in. And we have a little time to spare.”

  So Warren took the vampire’s hand, and let himself be led to the sex bazaar.

  Along the way, he spotted a woman with mauve skin and a cone-shaped head. Through the large shop window, he watched her choose a hat and try it on, her dark purple lips curling as she studied her reflection in a cube-shaped mirror.

  A doglike being with a back full of bulging, soft brown eyes stopped to sniff him. Its face possessed a nose and mouth only, and long, shaggy ears trailed to just above its front claws.

  Then the street of whirling sand sloped down in front of them, and the city opened up into a vast marketplace. Warren felt as if he’d walked into a surreal version of ancient Persia as he looked around.

  “You can buy any erotic delight you want here,” Sid said, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. “Welcome to the bazaar.” His hand trailed lower to cup Warren’s ass as they walked on.

  Colorful stalls lined the bazaar. Some were draped with long swatches of rainbow fabric sewn with glimmering thread. At one stall, Warren watched a female with a myriad of mouths give a beast with many penises multiple blow jobs. At another, a masked giant flogged an indigo skinned satyr.

  Finally Sid stopped at a stall near the end of the bazaar. Here, a hookah pipe was placed to one side of a mountain of pillows. Atop this mountain sat a being with many arms. His yellow skin shone like gold and orange braids fell down his slender back. They looked like stream
ers of fire, Warren thought. The man reminded him of the Hindu god Shiva, and Warren swore he could feel the power thrumming off this monster, but he didn’t get an impression regarding the true nature of this creature. He puffed on his hookah, clad in a flowing ensemble that looked like green silk.

  “Warren, meet Waxen,” Sid said, and the creature reached up with one of its many hands to offer Warren a shake. “Waxen is a skilled masseuse, philosopher, and lover. He’s also a djinn.”

  Waxen set the mouthpiece of his hookah on a pillow. “You might wonder what a philosopher is doing in a place like this. Truth is, I like to screw a lot and think a lot. So I went into the sex trade. Hey, the pay is great, and I get to give and receive pleasure.”

  Warren grinned at the djinn’s direct manner. “You know what you want in life. That’s admirable.”

  The djinn smiled. “I knew the moment I was thought into being. But that’s another story for another time.” He patted the pillows on either side of him. “Word tells me Warren is new to us. Tell me, men, how can I be of service to you today?”

  Sid lounged on a pillow and Warren selected some cushions to the right of Waxen. “How much for a quick hand job / blow job combo?” Sid asked. “I’ve got to get the young werewolf to Council Headquarters before night falls above.”

  Waxen rattled off a price and Sid handed him some gold coins. When Warren cast a curious glance at the coins, Sid explained, “We have our own currency, our own industries, but we do occasionally borrow from above. You’ll learn how it all works in time. For now,” he put a hand on Warren’s chest and pushed him back into the pillows, “relax and enjoy.”

  Waxen cracked his knuckles, rolled his neck and shoulders, then told them both to “Lose the pants and prepare themselves for a mind blowing experience.”

  Moist, cool air kissed Warren’s skin as he reclined once more atop the cushions. His cock tingled and began to stiffen in anticipation.

  One of Waxen’s hands wrapped around his shaft while he used another to tease his balls. His golden fingers lightly skimmed over the delicate sac. He licked the fingers on a third hand and slipped these over Warren’s perineum, pressing hard against the small flap of skin until he let out a grunt and lifted his ass off the pillows.

  “Bet you’ve never been pleasured like this before.” Waxen smiled, his fingers gliding lower to caress his ass crack and slip inside the tight canal. Warren’s rectum soon pulsed from the enjoyable probing.

  “No,” he whispered, almost breathless. “I can’t say I have.”

  On the other side of Waxen, Sid gave a low, throaty chuckle.

  He traced a thumb under the ridge of his penis, finding that sweet spot that made Warren’s cock twitch harder. His touch elicited a moan. He nearly lost his mind as three hands worked skillfully at his groin.

  His balls tightened and drew up inside him when his lover plucked at the tender flesh. The fingers at his asshole massaged up and down his crack then slithered back into his canal, where they curled and stroked his prostrate. The tiny, donut shaped gland constricted and tingled. Sighing, he pumped his hips up into the hands that pleasured him.

  The fist coiled around his cock slipped up and down, up and down, but twisted as it did so, varying up the strength and speed of its grip as it moved. His lover smoothed his palm over his meaty glans, making his skin slippery with pre-cum. Then the hand descended on his penis again, only this time it wasn’t a hand at all. Warm wetness encased Warren’s cock like a glove as the palm became a golden lipped mouth.

  “What the…?” He jumped and almost skidded off his pile of pillows.

  “Don’t freak out,” Sid said. “This is Waxen’s specialty. Just lay back and enjoy what I’ve paid for.”

  Warren did as Sid said, but he still held some reservations. However he did note the mouth was toothless, so this chased most of his worries away.

  It sucked and slurped at his dick with gusto. The mouth moaned and hummed around his shaft, amping his pleasure higher still. All the while, hands still plucked and played with his balls. Slick fingers continued to brush and prod his asshole, moving deeper and deeper inside of him until his prostrate burned with the growing need for release.

  The mouth deep throated him and sucked with all its might. He arched up as high as he could, his balls slapping against the bottom lip. His head rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes closed. A long tongue swept back and forth over his shaft. He could feel a fork in its center, and the tongue suddenly split in two, curling around his shaft like an ivy vine.

  “Ahhhh,” he gasped as the two viney tongues tightened and vibrated. They rolled up and down his velvety skin, working the rigid muscle beneath until his cock felt so hard it would surely burst. So much enjoyable sensation flooded his groin he thought he might pass out.

  One of the tongues slithered away from his cock and out of the mouth. It crawled around his scrotum and squeezed. Its tip pressed into the soft, tender flesh and swirled wet circles. The fingers in his ass pulled out long enough to let the tongue thoroughly lube them up with saliva, then slippery digits glided back into his canal, squirming and seeking to please. Then the tongue crawled over the fingers twined about his cock, licking them like a hungry dog licking its bowl clean. The touch squeezing his penis grew slick and moved faster and faster.

  “I can’t…take…anymore,” Warren cried out. “I’m … gonna …cum…” He jutted his hips high into the air and semen sprayed from the tip of his cock. Waxen gave an appreciative “Nice!” as the orgasm spilled down over his knuckles. Pearly spunk spattered the multi-colored pillows.

  Deep inside, his prostrate exploded with bliss. The sensation shivered through him, making his limbs tremble and then go rigid. The hands continued to pet and probe while he writhed and thrashed out his release. Only when he collapsed into his mound of pillows, breathing raggedly, did the fingers slip away from him.

  “So, best blow job you ever had?” Sid stood over him, once more dressed with fingers slung through his belt loops.

  Warren took a few more gulps of air before he answered. “Can’t say I’ve experienced anything like it.”

  Waxen reached down and patted Warren’s semen spattered belly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  Sid laughed and offered him a hand up. “Come on, newborn werewolf. We need to get to Council Headquarters.” To Waxen, he said, “Thank you, good sir, for the satisfaction.” He placed a couple more coins close to the hookah, while Warren used a towel Waxen handed him to clean up and then got dressed.

  Sid stopped him near a stall selling what appeared to be sex toys, but Warren had seen nothing like them in any adult store he’d ever visited. The vampire pointed and said, “Warren, look! See anyone familiar up ahead.”

  Warren followed his finger. He spotted the tall jester, as he’d come to think of the killer, three stalls down. The man was talking to a veiled creature who juggled oranges that looked like breasts. His limp, white blond hair partially fell over his face, but Warren recognized the slender, hawkish nose and the Fu Manchu style moustache. The man wore clothes the color of this sandstone world, making him blend in like a chameleon.

  Sid grabbed his hand and they took off running. “Come on. I just realized exactly who our killer is. Can’t believe it didn’t hit me when I peeked into your mind.”

  They zipped and weaved through bazaar patrons, in pursuit of the jester.

  “Who is he?” Warren asked.

  Sid briefly glanced over his shoulder at him. “Bastian’s son, Drake. They’re rainforest trolls. That’s why you got a whiff of rotten vegetation. It’s their natural scent. And Bastian is the leader of the Council Hunters. He sent the team who killed the werewolf that attacked you. I’m beginning to wonder if that werewolf was really a rogue after all.”

  The jester caught sight of them coming. He pulled his thick lips back and gave a long toothed sneer. Then he took off from the stall and fled in the opposite direction.

  “He’s going into the bathhouse,”
Sid shouted, veering left toward a looming, blocky building with a multitude of arched windows and balconies.

  At the entrance, a burly man with iridescent orange skin stopped them. “You have to pay to get in.”

  “I’m pursuing a murderer,” Sid protested. “You could well be obstructing justice here!”

  The mammoth man just crossed his arms over his chest and gave Sid a disbelieving look.

  Sid huffed. “Fine. Have my last coins.” He shoved three pieces of shining gold into the man outstretched, beefy paw. “Suppose I’ll have to train some vampires to get my stores back up.” Then he looked behind him at Warren, scratched his chin. “On second thought…”

  Warren waved a hand at the building. “Shouldn’t we move, like now?”

  “Oh, right!” Sid faced forward and bolted through the door. Warren followed after.

  By the time they got inside, the killer was nowhere in sight. He and Sid skirted around monsters in every shape, size, and sex, navigating the steamy room with only minor collisions. But there was no sign of Drake anywhere.

  “That’s okay.” Sid gave a disappointed sigh. “We’ll soon have Council’s permission to officially hunt the bastard. He won’t get away so easily then.”

  ***

  He was handsome, Sid’s new lover. Avery thought this as he waited for the pair to return. He scratched the little dog’s ears and pictured Warren’s face. The new werewolf was of average build and height. Short, black hair sprouted thick from his scalp. He’d told Sid and Avery he was 1/8 Haida, and the ancestry showed in his rounded, prominent cheekbones, broad, smooth forehead and wide, proud nose. His black brown eyes had drawn Avery in right away, and he could see why Sid was instantly taken with this newborn.

  Still, sadness cloaked the troll’s heart. Why did he have to love that damned vampire? Even when he tried to put distance between him and Sid, life brought them back together, entwining them whether they liked it or not. Sid was not a one man kind of monster, and it wasn’t so much that Avery minded sharing his ex-lover. He just wished that Sid didn’t make him feel like a forgotten cast off every time the vampire grew infatuated with someone else.