PARANORMAL PASSIONS 3

by Misty Vixen

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PARANORMAL PASSIONS

PARANORMAL PASSIONS 2

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading Paranormal Passions, you can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read Paranormal Passions in its original incarnation, i.e. a collection of episodic short stories, then you might be wondering what’s different between that version and this one. I want to be clear.

Basically nothing.

This novel covers Episodes Thirteen through Eighteen of the original series, as well as the bonus short story from Collections Seven.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER ONE

“That took longer than I thought it would,” Lara said as she stood with Jason and Hannah in the center of her basement.

Well, what was now their part of the house.

“Two weeks isn’t that bad,” Jason replied. “Well...maybe not. We did keep getting distracted, though,” he added.

Hannah laughed. “Yeah. That tends to happen with highly sexual people who are very comfortable with each other, in close quarters, getting hot and sweaty.”

A lot had happened in two weeks.

Maybe he was wrong, but Jason felt like they might have been the most interesting, and important, two weeks of his life so far. When Hannah had asked him to quit his job and Lara had asked him, well, both of them, to move in with her, it seemed like...a dream. A mirage, really. It felt like something that might evaporate, disappear as magically as it had manifested. But over the next fourteen days, it had become more real, cementing in his mind. He’d ended up giving his boss a one-week notice, because hearing Hannah say it out loud, that his boss was taking advantage of him, had made that more real for him, too.

And he felt kind of angry.

Not extremely, but kind of, because he did understand his boss’s position. But still...it hadn’t felt good. So he’d put in his one week notice, and his boss had started giving him crap, and Jason had blown up at him a little bit. Then the man had tried to reason with him, then practically bribed him, but eventually it became obvious that Jason was leaving, and his boss was lucky that he was getting a one week notice.

Jason could have easily just called up and quit.

But he didn’t want to be a dick. So, although the workload had seemed to increase during those last five days, he’d gotten through it. He’d also tried to get as much work done as possible on the apartment, sorting through things, figuring out what would stay and what would go. He’d done that already not all that long ago, so there really wasn’t as much stuff this time around. Although Hannah seemed to be able to get rid of things with much more reckless abandon. He supposed it was because of all the money she had.

He was so reluctant to abandon something like his couch, or his bed, because he knew how much effort it had taken to get it, and how much effort it would take to replace it. But that effort was reduced to practically zero if you had money. On top of that, they had less room to work with now. Not that he was particularly married to having a lot of room. He kind of liked the idea, actually. It seemed to make things less cluttered.

Less complicated.

But that first week had been filled mainly with sex and work, so it had kind of been a wash.

The second week was the one where the work of moving had started in earnest. They’d dealt with the job of having their excess furniture hauled away, or given away to some of the residents in the apartment building. On Lara’s end, she had moved most of the extra stuff out of her basement, though she left them the bed and the huge couch, since both of them were nicer than what Jason or Hannah had with them.

She’d also had the whole area professionally cleaned and some minor cosmetic repairs done on the paint and carpet, because she said she enjoyed being thorough. While that was going on, Hannah had dealt with their landlord, severing their lease agreement and paying what Jason thought of as a hefty fee for cutting out early, but she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Given the amount she said she made a year, he supposed it would be like someone asking him for five bucks. And then when that was done, they’d begun the actual process of moving.

Which had started earlier today and had gone on for most of the day. It was approaching six in the evening now.

Jason had been reminded, frequently, of just how fucking strong Hannah and Lara were. It was unreal to watch Lara, all of five feet and ninety five pounds, pick up a dresser, drawers and all, with ease. But because of that, they were done. Everything was taken care of. Hannah had just gotten off the phone with the landlord, who’d already done their walk-through of the apartment and tallied up all the ‘cleaning & maintenance’ costs, which came to a little over six hundred dollars. Again, Hannah didn’t care and just had it taken from her debit card. And then that had been it, they had completely severed themselves from their old place.

They were moved in.

Jason now lived with his girlfriend and her best friend.

“Holy shit, I’m starving,” Hannah said suddenly. “Did we eat today?”

“We had that quick breakfast,” Lara relied. “Otherwise, no.”

“I’m suddenly starving, too,” Jason said, his stomach growling immediately at the mention of food.

“How about we take a shower, I really need one, and discuss dinner plans?” Lara suggested.

“That sounds great to me,” Hannah replied.

“Upstairs or downstairs?” Lara asked.

“Let’s do it down here, the shower’s bigger down here.”

“Good point.”

The two women began to head for the bathroom, but Jason lingered a bit longer, taking a look around the basement that was his home. The back wall had been broad enough that there was room for the enormous bed in the center, as well as both of their desks, one on either side, tucked away up into the corners. Honestly, it was all they really needed. There was a closet next to the bathroom and drawers built into the base of the bed. Jason didn’t have all that many clothes, so he’d just placed everything he owned clothing-wise into the drawers. Hannah had a bit more, but not so much that there wasn’t room in the closet for everything.

Then there was the enormous C shaped couch across from the bed, facing a huge wall-mounted TV that had the highest resolution and clarity he’d ever seen. They’d hooked up their game systems to it already. And then, of course, there was the corner of the room beside that that had been converted into a damned kitchen.

That was probably the coolest part of the whole setup.

“What’s taking so long?” Lara asked.

Jason realized he’d been kind of zoning out there. He could hear water running now. “Coming,” he said, moving over to the bathroom and stepping inside. The shower stall, which was really only capable of providing showers, took up about half the room. If he were living alone and single, he would have thought it unnecessary. But now that he lived with Hannah and Lara, he was extremely grateful for the overly large shower.

It made sex in the shower a lot easier. It wasn’t that he disliked the closeness of trying to do it in a regular shower, it was just that it was so much simpler and there seemed to be less risk of slipping and falling because of an awkward position.

Hannah and Lara were already inside. He could see their frames just beyond the smoked glass wall. Steam was slowly beginning to fill the room. Jason quickly stripped off his clothing. After all the stuff he’d been doing today, he really did need to wash off. But he would have gotten into that shower even if he’d just had one.

Nude now, Jason slid open the glass door and stepped inside of what felt like their own little world, their own universe.

He slid the door shut behind him, studying the two women before him.

Hannah was standing beneath one of the two showerheads, head tilted back, wetting her deeply red, shoulder-length hair. He never thought that he would fall in love with a vampire. There had been fantasies, to be sure, specifically about Hannah after moving in next to her and she befriended him. But those had mostly centered around sex.

Although there was certainly a lot of sex with Hannah, he’d fallen utterly in love with her, and it had made him realize that he had never been in love. Not once in his entire life before her. Not with anyone or anything.

There were so many things he liked about her, how laid back and easygoing she was, how easy it was to make her laugh, how genuine she seemed. She never seemed to fake anything around him, although he knew she could. She was an exceptional liar. And she was tall. Wow, was she tall. At six foot even, she was just an inch taller than he was. And her skin was so pale. At first, it had been an almost sickly look, the pallor of someone who was very ill. Like her fangs and bloodshot eyes, it was a side effect of her vampirism.

But when she’d begun to feed on him, (she did so once every three days now), her skin had transformed into a healthy pale glow, only enhancing her natural beauty even more. And then there was her body.

Jason had felt kind of embarrassed at how shallow he seemed, being so obsessed with her body, but she’d eventually managed to dissuade him of that notion. She loved her body, and loved that he loved it. Plus, being so highly sexual and sensual, she completely understood why he was so obsessed with her huge, firm breasts, her broad hips and thick thighs, and her amazingly curvaceous, well-padded ass.

She once said, “I’d be in love with my body, too.”

Combine all that with the fact that she looked unnaturally good naked, because of her vampirism, and he’d learned to accept that he was just going to be going stupid every time she got her tits out or lose his train of thought when she bent over in underwear. (She pretty much never wore pants around the house.)

And then there was Lara.

There was a lot about Lara that he had trouble with. Not in a bad way, but more in a ‘I can’t believe this is really happening’ kind of way. He’d always hoped that there would be someone like her and Hannah and the other women he’d met through the two of them in his life, and not just for the sex, either. It was nice, it was great, but it was just part of why he liked them so much. They were so...easy to get along with. So casual. So laid back.

Lara was enthusiastic and happy, so into what she was doing with her life, that often her good mood was infectious. She was smart, skilled, and determined, but without really seeming like she was trying all that hard.

In anyone else, that probably would have been very frustrating, but with Lara, he was really just happy that she was happy.

Two things really stuck out about her, in his mind at least.

The first was that she was the first woman he had had sex with besides Hannah while he was in an official relationship with Hannah. Having an open relationship was something he’d often fantasized about, but it wasn’t something he was sure he could handle...or something that would even happen. The kind of women who were actually secure and cool enough to engage in an open relationship seemed to exist only in fiction.

But here was Hannah and Lara.

The other thing was that she was a werewolf. An actual, real, genuine werewolf. What really gave him trouble with that was her body.

Lara was petite. She was five one and not even a hundred pounds. She was trim and tan, her body tight and fit and so fucking sexy. She had a build like a dancer or a runner, her muscles developed enough to be visible without being overt. Not that he’d particularly mind that, either. Her short brunette hair brought out her brilliant green eyes. They always seemed wild and sizzling, almost like they were lit from the inside and intent on mischief.

Which wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

When she was a werewolf, it was a wholly other deal. She grew a good foot and a half. It was intimidating and sexy and awesome.

And he loved fucking her in her werewolf form almost as much as she loved getting fucked in her werewolf form.

These were the women in his life. Well, his immediate life. The women he lived with, his best friends, people he felt lucky as hell to know.

“Jason, you’re doing a lot of staring,” Lara said. She squeezed some water from her short hair, then grabbed a washrag and a bar of soap. “You’re going to need some help getting clean, I think,” she added, coming towards him.

“I suppose you’re right,” he replied.

Lara laughed and Hannah moved over to join the two of them. She began to kiss him as Lara ran the soapy washrag across his back, sending sparks of pleasure across him. He wrapped Hannah in a tight hug, feeling her luscious lips against his, her huge, wet breasts pressing against his bare chest. Sliding his hands down, he cupped her big, thick, firm ass in his hands, groping and squeezing it. Already, he was harder than steel.

His erection was now firmly in between Hannah’s thick, pale thighs. She began to rub them slowly together, generating small but powerful bursts of pleasure in his cock. Fuck, he loved it when she did that.

Hannah slipped her tongue easily into his mouth, smiling into the kiss.

“Hey you two,” Lara said. “Before you get too into it, I have something I wanted to say.”

Intrigued, Jason stopped kissing Hannah, and the two of them stepped apart a bit, giving her their attention.

“Yes, dear?” Hannah asked.

“Now that you two are officially my roommates, and all of the moving is in done and over with, and I’ve got the two of you wet and naked with me, I wanted to give you your housewarming gift,” she replied, grinning happily at them.

“Oh?” Jason asked.

“And what, exactly, would that entail?” Hannah asked.

Lara’s grin widened. “Well, it’s a two-parter. The first part takes place in this shower. I’m going to make out with both of you, then go down on both you until you come. And then, after that, I’m going to take you out to that bed and let you...do whatever you want to me.”

“That sounds like a fucking awesome housewarming gift,” Jason said.

“I agree,” Hannah replied.

“Good...then let’s get started. And then after that we can figure out what we’re going to do for food, because I’m starving as well.”

She came to them, stepping up first to Jason and pulling him down slightly, so that they were at proper kissing height. Kissing Lara was always a pleasure. She was very good at it. She pressed her lips firmly to his, kissing him deeply, then pulling back slightly and making a happy sound, then kissing him again, more deeply. After a bit, she hopped up and he grabbed her almost automatically, gripping her tight, fit ass as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. It was often something she did when they were standing and kissing.

To both of them, him and Hannah.

It was really nice watching the two of them kiss.

Lara slipped her tongue smoothly into his mouth, seeking his own. When she found it, she twined and twisted them together. She was moaning softly as they kissed, a happy sound, and then broke the kiss after awhile.

“Pass me on,” she said.

He laughed and, with a little maneuvering and help from Hannah, got Lara passed off. Jason watched intently as the two women locked lips. He loved a lot about them when they kissed like this. The contrast of Lara’s tan skin against Hannah’s dead pale skin. The way Lara tilted her head. The way they closed their eyes and how into it they were. Probably most of all, something he’d initially been a little worried about, was how intimate the two women were with each other. He knew they had a deep history together, that they had once been lovers and had even lived together, and it was obvious they hadn’t parted on bad terms.

At first, he’d wondered if maybe Hannah might not leave him for Lara, since the two had drifted apart and it was only after he and Hannah had begun dating that they’d reconnected and rekindled what was obviously a passionate and intimate and highly sexual relationship. They had so much in common and he’d felt a little threatened. But that had passed. It was obvious that they loved each other, but although it might once have been in the way that he and Hannah now loved each other, it was also obvious that Lara respected their relationship, and Hannah loved him too much to leave him for her. So in the end Lara had been a very positive thing for both of them.

Plus, the fact that she regularly fucked both of them was pretty nice.

“Okay,” Lara said as she broke the kiss. “Let me down. Time for oral pleasure.”

She got down onto her knees in front of Jason and looked up at him with a grin that was a mixture of happiness and sultry allure. She looked absurdly sexy, wet and naked, her hair dark and plastered to her head. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Taking his cock into her small but firm grasp, she began to lick its head.

He loved that.

“Oh, Lara...” he groaned, twitching periodically as sparks of pleasure began to burst into existence. She was so skilled with that tongue of hers. She dragged it slowly across the extra-sensitive skin of his cock’s head, filling him with a hot, wet warmth. Lara then lowered herself a bit more, so that she was looking up at him, his cock above her face, then she tilted her head and pressed her lips against the incredibly sensitive part of his cock that was on the bottom of it, at the base of the head. He groaned loudly.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he moaned as she moved her lips slowly back and forth, occasionally sticking her tongue up against it.

She stopped after a minute, then licked up the entire bottom of his cock and slipped it into her mouth in one, smooth motion. She was so fucking skilled. She looked like a porn star when she sucked him off, and always seemed to really enjoy pleasuring him. Hot, perfect bliss began a slow burn through him as Lara sucked him off. She took his balls in one hand and began to gently massage them while, with her other hand, she encircled his shaft with her thumb and first two fingers. She moved them up and down in tandem with her lips.

And her lips.

She moved them very slowly whenever she got up to the head, prolonging and intensifying the pleasure he felt.

Lara kept this up for about a minute before she stopped. He felt that automatic disappointment he did when she stopped before he came, when any woman sucking his dick stopped before he came, but it was easy to push past, because he knew it was Hannah’s turn, and he’d get to blow his load before too long.

Hannah brought her left leg up and planted her foot on the lowest shelf. The shelf was cleared for just such a reason. Now she stood, nude and wet, her smooth, bald, pale pussy exposed. Lara shifted over to her and got right to it, sticking her tongue out and slipping it between the taut lips of the vampire’s vagina.

“Fuck, Lara, you are so goddamned good at eating pussy,” Hannah gasped, reaching down and settling a hand on the petite werewolf’s head. She began moaning loudly as Lara ate her out, licking rapidly at her clit. Jason could feel his erection pounding by now. He wanted to fuck both of them so bad that it was a real effort not to start begging them for sex right then and there. But he’d get it soon, he just had to wait.

Lara slipped a finger up into Hannah’s pussy and began fucking her with it, slowly, pushing up into her most sensitive spot.

“Oh yes! Right there! That’s the fucking best!” she cried out.

Hannah was going to come soon, he could tell. He’d gotten intimately familiar with her and her body, her voice, her cues, the way she moved, the things she said, all of it coming together in a kind of sexual shorthand.

Lara seemed to know this as well, and kept going even harder and faster.

“Ah!” Hannah cried, releasing the word in one hard gasp as she began to orgasm, overstimulated by Lara’s skilled tongue and finger. Lara continued to fuck her with her finger as Hannah came. Jason stared, breathing hard, as Hannah trembled, gasping, her eyes closed, thigh muscles bulging. “Yes!” she cried. “Yesyesyes!”

Lara continued sliding her finger in and out of Hannah’s orgasming pussy for the entire duration of the climax. Hannah moaned and twitched and screamed occasionally in pure, raw pleasure throughout the experience. When she was finished, she brought her leg down and leaned weakly against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

Lara grinned, looking pleased with herself. “Officially your first orgasm as my roommate. Well...you know, this time around,” she said.

“Uh-huh,” Hannah murmured. “It was a good one.”

“Yep. Now Jason gets a really good one.”

Lara shifted back over to him. This time, she dove right back into it, taking his cock into her mouth and bobbing her head, closing her eyes, moaning softly as she pleasured him. She resumed massaging his balls, her grasp soft but sure. He’d never really thought that he’d like something like that, convinced that his balls were too sensitive to receive much attention, but Lara and Hannah seemed to know exactly the right way to do it, to maintain the pleasure without making it uncomfortable. It heightened the whole experience.

Lara was increasing the pleasure, moving her lips over the head of his cock again and again in rapid succession, moving with all the skilled precision of a machine. Using her lips, her tongue, and both her hands, she got him off in record time. And it was a hell of an orgasm, too. He felt it, felt it in the way his whole body was tensing up, the welling of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him, the warmth in his cock.

He didn’t fight it.

Jason felt an inarticulate sound of euphoric, sexual release escape him as the orgasm began with a bang. His cock kicked hard, once, violently, inside of her mouth, a thick, powerful spray of his seed escaping from the tip and no doubt hitting the back of Lara’s throat. She kept sucking. He felt mindlessly, hopelessly in lust with that, with the fact that the women he was with continued sucking and massaging his balls and working his cock as he came into their mouths. It made the orgasm far more intense.

Hot waves of pleasure, like an intense pink energy, filled him, radiating out in shockwaves from his core.

He moaned in desperate pleasure as his cock kept spitting and kicking, spraying out thick spurts of his seed into Lara’s mouth as she sucked and sucked and sucked, trying to drain him dry. He had both hands on her head now, his hips jerking forward of their own accord, causing him to fuck her mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat a few times. She didn’t mind. Lara just kept on sucking the whole time.

She sucked until there was nothing left, then sucked a bit longer, then slowly pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, her lips still pressed together, as she sucked. She’d told him once that she liked to get every drop out.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, falling against the nearest wall in much the same way that Hannah had after her orgasm.

His legs felt a little weak.

“You’re welcome,” she said after swallowing, and stood up.

“Thanks,” he murmured, getting his breath back. He knew he’d need to get out of the shower soon, he was beginning to feel lightheaded.

And that was just the first orgasm.

There was still sex to be had.

The three of them spent a moment washing up and, once they were clean, they killed the water and quickly dried off. Thus dried, they stepped out of the bathroom, coming out in a billowing cloud of steam. The bed looked so inviting, captivating almost. Only now was Jason realizing how tired he was after the move, and not just the move, but the past two weeks. He thought it might be a culmination of his overloaded work schedule, (he was so fucking glad that he had been able to quit that job), trying to figure out everything about the move, the sex, (Hannah had been all over him it seemed), but, probably most importantly, the vague but strangely powerful idea that he was making another transition, entering another chapter of his life.

It was kind of exhausting, but in a good way.

“So what’s going to happen first?” Lara asked.

“Oh, can we scissor?” Hannah replied. “I’ve been wanting to do that with you for awhile now. I haven’t really run into anyone else who can do it like you can.”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied. She looked at Jason. “You good to watch?”

“Have I ever said no to that question?” he replied.

She laughed. “I guess that’s true. Okay, spread your legs, you slut,” Lara said.

“Call me that again,” Hannah replied, resting on her elbows and spreading her legs, “and I’ll have to punish you.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Lara replied with a dark smile as she laid down, fitting herself against Hannah, pressing her vagina against Hannah’s. Fuck, it was so goddamned sexy when they did this. Both of them took in a sharp breath as they pressed together, so in tune with each other that they could instantly get a good rhythm going. They began to moan softly as they flexed their thigh muscles, resting on the heels of their palms, and pressing their pussies together, rubbing them slowly against each other.

“Oh fuck yes...” Hannah whispered. She started chewing on her lower lip, eyes closed in concentration, looking insanely sexy. Her huge, perfect breasts swayed slowly back and forth with the gyrations of her broad hips. Lara looked just as good, her tight, fit body already glistening with sweat. She tended to get worked up and sweat easily when sexual things were happening. Both women were totally focused on their sex, their bodies, their pleasure, eyes closed, moaning intensely. They kept going and going until suddenly Lara cried out.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed and began to furiously grind against Hannah, who pushed against her, helping her come, helping her experience her orgasm. By the time she was finished and panting, falling back onto the bed, Jason had another full, throbbing erection. Lara glanced over at him, seeming to feel his gaze.

“I guess it’s your turn, huh? How do you want me, cutie?” she asked.

“I have an idea,” Hannah said, and they looked at her. “I’m in love with your oral. Will you eat me out again?”

Lara laughed. “Sure. You okay with fucking me from behind, Jason?” she asked.

“Yeah, so long as I can fuck you up the ass.”

“Fine by me. Lube’s in the headboard,” she replied.

Ever since Hannah had first introduced him to anal sex, he’d kind of been addicted to it. It just felt so fucking amazing. And with a body like Lara had, with as tight an ass as she had, it felt even better when he was doing it with her.

Plus, she was tough, he could get rough with her if he wanted.

And he liked getting rough.

As Lara got onto her hands and knees, and buried her head in Hannah’s crotch once more, Jason quickly retrieved the lube, squeezed some into his hand, and rubbed his cock down. As soon as it was ready, he made his way over to Lara and got behind her, staring at her tight, fit, tan ass. She was in amazing shape.

He got up against her, set his slicked-up cock against her ass, and then slowly began to work his way inside. Lara moaned as he did, the sound muffled and overshadowed by Hannah’s own cries of ecstasy. Jason groaned quietly as well as he inched his way up her ass. It was so fucking tight. He’d forgotten the pleasure of it, the grip and drag it had on his steel hard dick. He settled his hands on her hips, digging in his fingertips, and kept going. Soon, he was buried completely within her amazing ass, his hips meeting her skin.

Now that he was comfortably in there, he started going a bit faster, and she cried out again. “Holy fuck,” he gasped as he started going faster, rocking back and forth, thrusting into her, putting his entire cock up her ass over and over again.

He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, even after that insane orgasm in the shower. He allowed himself to enjoy it, this was a housewarming gift after all. Lara really knew how to give gifts. He felt her shift slightly and opened his eyes. He saw that she had put one arm under herself, and when she moaned louder, he realized she was stimulating herself, getting herself off. Within seconds, she released a loud, pleasured moan and he felt a hot, wet spray of sex juices against his thighs and balls as she began to orgasm.

Lara was easy to get off.

She pushed against him and that set him off. Whenever the women he was hooking up with got off, it tended to trigger him. He grunted as he was thrown into his second orgasm of the night, his cock twitching as it spurted a spray of his seed into Lara again, this time up her amazingly tight ass. He felt his hips jerking forward again, felt that epicenter of pleasure at his core, radiating out from his dick to encompass his entire body.

When it was over and they both had come, he carefully pulled his softening cock from her and flopped back onto what was now his and Hannah’s bed. Lara fell forward, resting her face on Hannah’s pale stomach.

“Thank you,” Hannah murmured, gently rubbing Lara’s head. “That was good.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lara replied softly. “A good housewarming gift?” she asked.

“Yep,” Jason replied, trying to get his breath back.

“Agreed,” Hannah said.

“What’s say we take another shower? And discuss dinner?” Lara suggested.

Both of them agreed with that, too.

After a bit of rest, the three of them got up off the bed and made their way back over to the bathroom. This time, when they got into the shower, everything was a lot more mellow and sedate. They found bars of soap and washrags and washed each other. He thought it was interesting that he’d adopted that so easily. The women he showered with, all of them, had this habit. Sometimes it was sexual, but sometimes it really wasn’t. It was just more friendly. In a way, it had made him reconsider a few things.

Before dating Hannah, he couldn’t really imagine being in a shower with a woman and it not being sexual. Maybe he was just immature, and while that was probably it, he also thought it was maybe because he’d been sexually starved. It was kind of like a person dying of thirst imagining not chugging an entire bottle of icy water, as opposed to just leisurely drinking it a bit at a time. But now that he was being exposed to sex with Hannah and Lara and Delilah and Alexis, it had kind of...let him get it all out of his system.

Years of sexual isolation and frustration had been blasted away by all the sex and intimate encounters he’d been having over the past few months.

That thought tripped him up.

Was he really sexually engaged with four different women?

That didn’t seem possible, somehow, like his brain was having difficulty accepting it as reality. Jason tried to resume his previous train of thought. There was a lot of thinking going on today, but he reasoned that it was probably important. When you entered a new chapter in your life, you had to take the time to examine whatever came your way, to see if you could be doing things better or avoid previous mistakes.

In a way, the simple act of being able to be in a shower together, naked and un-self-conscious, casually washing each other off in a friendly manner and not as a prelude to sex, was something that Jason had never even really considered. Probably because the society he’d grown up in, the people he’d been around, the media he’d been exposed to, had kind of an all-or-nothing mentality. In an unspoken kind of way, it seemed like you either had platonic, no-touching beyond simple hugging kinds of relationships, or intensely sexual, fuck-your-brains out kinds of relationships. No one said it directly, but there didn’t seem to be a middle ground.

He knew that wasn’t true, not really. Most people settled into a kind of secure, comfortable relationship after awhile. No one liked to show that, though. But even there, it tended to be kind of either-or. You either had an intensely sexual relationship or a slow, sedate, happy relationship where not much sex was happening anymore. He wasn’t entirely against the idea, sex wasn’t everything, and it was just one component on a long list of things that made up a good relationship. But with Hannah and Lara, it seemed to be the best of both worlds.

They were both clearly trusting and open enough to let him see them at all levels and not just their best. They were just as content to fuck him as they were to wash him and be washed by him in a shower.

Maybe he was dumb for having these thoughts, maybe he had it all wrong and this was no big deal, but it felt like a big deal to him, and wasn’t that the most important thing? How he interpreted his own reality for himself?

“You okay?” Hannah asked.

He shook his head slightly, realized that he’d really zoned out there again. He laughed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about...a lot of stuff. Mostly how insanely lucky and happy I am to have the two of you in my life.”

“We’re quite glad you’re in our life, too,” Hannah replied, smiling and hugging him tightly. “I know you still sometimes have difficulty with the idea, but you are so very good for me, and good to me, and I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

“I do still have some trouble with it,” he admitted. Self esteem and self worth were concepts he’d had to rapidly reconsider since dating Hannah. He felt like he didn’t really have much to offer in a relationship, and if he was ever lucky enough to get a hot girlfriend, (or any girlfriend really), he’d have to do everything in his power to keep her happy and make up for his many, many shortcomings. He wasn’t rich, he wasn’t fit or attractive, he didn’t have a big dick, nor was he particularly skilled at sex. Although apparently if that was true, it was no longer, if he trusted what Hannah and the other women he was sleeping with had to say.

It seemed impossible that someone as insanely attractive, talented, and well-off as Hannah would have even the slightest bit of interest in him. Not when she could and had dated far, far more competent, attractive, and capable men. And women. She’d explained to him, more than once, that although relationships were indeed give-and-take, that everyone had their standards, and that both parties had to actively try to make the relationship work, she liked him. Of course she wanted him to improve, to get better at things, but mainly for himself, for his own happiness, but she wasn’t going to leave him because he wasn’t working out every day. Again, he thought that maybe it showed how shallow his thinking had gotten, but that was kind of what society and media had been teaching him for years and years now.

“But I’m getting better about it,” he said, and kissed her. He felt about ready to just turn off his brain for the night. “What should we order?”

“I’m craving Chinese takeout,” Lara replied immediately.

“You know, I wasn’t before, but I so am now that you’ve mentioned it,” Hannah said.

Jason nodded. “Yeah, I could go for some that spicy chicken from...what was the name of the place we found last month?”

“Zhou’s Takeout,” Lara answered. “Yeah, that spicy chicken is something fucking else. And their pot stickers and egg-rolls and chicken fried rice...”

“Stop talking, my stomach hurts from how hungry I am,” Jason said.

Lara snorted. “Fair enough. Come on, let’s finish up and put in the order.”

They dried off a second time after washing up and killing the water. Jason and Hannah pulled on underwear and t-shirts, and Lara didn’t pull on anything, and they moved upstairs, to the living room. Lara grabbed her laptop and sat down on the couch between him and Hannah. Jason glanced over at her living room windows.

“Lara...”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever worry about people looking in at you when you’re walking around naked? Which you do...all the time?” he asked.

She snorted and shook her head, focusing on the screen. “No. I don’t care. It’s a little thrilling, honestly. I kind of get off on the idea.”

“What if they take a picture?” he asked.

She shrugged easily. “Do you have any idea how many images of me naked exist on the internet? Naked and posing. Naked and masturbating. Naked and fucking. Naked and being lazy in my house doesn’t bother me.”

“I suppose that’s a good point.”

“Yep. Okay, look over this and see if I missed anything.”

He and Hannah both looked her order over. It was pretty extensive. If it were anyone else, he’d have thought it was too much. But Lara, despite her small frame, had a voracious appetite. She could put away a whole turkey in one sitting if she wanted to. They ended up doubling the order of pot stickers and getting another carton of chicken fried rice, and then put the order in. As it was sent off, Lara set the laptop aside and stretched out, placing her head in Jason’s lap and her legs in Hannah’s. She seemed very content.

“So...I guess we should talk a little bit about things,” she said.

“I was going to ask, any house rules we should know about?” Hannah replied.

“Not really. Just obvious stuff: don’t break things, don’t make messes, keep the place clean. Be reasonable, basically, which I know you two are fully capable of. If I could make it a rule that you were not allowed to wear clothes in the house, I would, but I’m not going to impose that on anyone,” she replied.

“I imagine I’ll wear less and less as I get settled in,” Hannah said.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be comfortable enough to just go around straight naked,” Jason replied, shifting slightly, then brushing some of Lara’s hair out of her face.

“That’s fair. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Hmm, other things to talk about...I don’t really have a set schedule, and I’m a heavy sleeper, so you don’t really need to worry about interrupting me. I’ll let you know if I’m doing like a live cam or something, though I usually do those in my bedroom. Hey! Maybe we could film us fucking,” she said, smiling up at him.

“That’s...not something I thought I’d ever do. I mean, I kinda did it with Alexis, but...”

“It was just a spur of the moment thought, no pressure.” She fell silent again for a moment, then her eyes brightened up as she remembered something. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you! Where are you on your novel? I don’t want to get too nosy, and I know you’ve been super busy, but we haven’t had a chance to talk about it at all.”

“I admit, I’m curious too,” Hannah said.

“Well, I’ve settled on what novel I’m going to write first. Between work, moving, and my new relationships, all I’ve managed to do is some planning. Well, all the planning, technically. The book is plotted. I’ve got all the chapters laid out, characters figured out, stuff like that. Also, it’s going to be a trilogy, and I have at least a rough idea of what the other two books are going to entail. I know how much people like trilogies.”

“They do indeed, for whatever reason,” Lara replied.

“I had gotten the book like half written last year, but I’ve since read over it and...I can do a lot better. So I’m just going to redo the entire thing from scratch. The good news, at least, is that starting tomorrow, after a good, long sleep, I’m going to get right to it.”

“That’s great!” Hannah said. “Although I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush through it or push yourself too hard. Motivation and enthusiasm are fantastic, but it’s easy to burn out when writing a novel. Pacing yourself is important and while I do want you to treat it like a job, work on it at least five days a week, I don’t want you to go overboard.”

“I think I’ll be able to balance that. Well...hopefully. I’ll certainly try,” he replied. “I’ve tried writing like that before, just pushing and pushing and pushing, and a lot of what came out was crap, so I know what you mean. But I’m honestly thrilled right now. I want to be able to sit down and just...just fucking write for hours at a time without having to worry about going to work, or getting called in, or paying the goddamned bills. I wanted to thank the two of you again for giving me this opportunity. It feels like I won the fucking lottery.”

“Well, in a way you did, I think,” Hannah said. “And you’re welcome. I want you to be happy, and successful, and...fulfilled, I guess. That was something I remember about my own writing career. When it was going well, I felt fulfilled, like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing. I miss it, actually.”

“Why don’t you start writing again?” Jason replied.

Hannah shrugged. “I dunno. I guess I just haven’t really felt the call to do it. But I do want to help you. I’m definitely going to edit your book. And...please don’t hate me, cause I’m not gonna pull my punches.”

Jason laughed. “I know. It’s for the best. That’s at least something I didn’t really have to get over. I’m okay with criticism, so long at its constructive.”

“Good. That’s the way it should be.”

Jason yawned suddenly and rubbed at his eyes. He hoped the takeout got here soon. But as tired and hungry as was, he was happy, and he was looking forward to the future. Right then, he was probably the most optimistic he’d ever been.

CHAPTER TWO

It was time for a break.

Jason didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to give into reality at all, but he knew that at this point, his work was starting to suffer. It had been three days since moving in and that awesome housewarming gift Lara had given him and Hannah. As he’d promised, the very next morning he’d gotten to work on his novel.

Okay, that wasn’t entire true. ‘Morning’ was subjective. He’d been so tired that he’d slept until noon, and when he woke up, he’d had a frantic fuck session with Hannah, showered, and had eaten a fairly large breakfast/lunch. Then he had sat down at his desk, opened up his laptop, and gotten right to work.

And so it had gone for the past three days solid. He wrote, taking breaks to sleep, eat, go to the bathroom, and have sex. That one was probably the most distracting. He thought it was kind of interesting that, given how regularly he was having sex, he didn’t really get bored with it. Maybe that was the magic of sex: for the most part, it didn’t have diminishing returns. It was almost always awesome.

Or maybe that was just what it was like for him.

Orgasming inside of Hannah and Lara never didn’t feel amazing.

But now, he was about four hours into the fourth day and he was having to face the fact that...he needed a fucking break. He’d actually managed to write about a quarter of the novel over the past three days. Given his usual rate of output, it kind of felt like running a marathon after years of maybe occasionally taking walks. The main difference here was that it had felt good. In a way, he knew that he was kind of just getting it all out.

Like opening up a wound and getting all the bad crap out.

Jason knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up. This rate of output just wasn’t in him. Plus, he’d read over some of his work last night and he could tell he was getting a bit worse, thinning out the narrative and dumbing down the prose a bit. Not intentionally, it was just a side effect of how much he was writing, kind of like wringing out a really, really sopping wet rag. Sure, craploads of water would pour out at first, but eventually, even squeezing with all your strength, you’d only get a few drops, because that’s all the was left.

He knew he had to take a break, let the rag soak up more water.

Sighing, Jason saved the file, exited out of everything, turned off the laptop, and then closed it. He blinked several times, merely sitting back in his chair, just existing for a few minutes. He felt almost brain-dead. After a little bit, he stood up, stretched, popped his neck and shoulders. What to do? He checked his watch and saw that it was a little past five. A shower. He needed a shower. That would wake up him, help focus him.

He considered asking Hannah or Lara to join him. Sex would wake him up, too. But something told him to wait. He didn’t know why, but sometimes he got those feelings, unspoken sensations. And usually they were right. So he waited on the sex, and instead grabbed a fresh set of clothing from the drawers in his bed frame, and headed into the bathroom. Jason didn’t think of much as he stripped, showered, and then dried off.

It felt like his brain just needed to shut off for awhile. He would take the rest of the day off, he knew that much, just chill out with the women in his life, or maybe even go out. It occurred to him abruptly as he finished drying off and started hanging the towel up that he literally hadn’t left the house one time since they’d finished moving in. He liked staying indoors as much as the next introvert, but he suddenly felt the urge to go out and do something, even if that was just going to eat at a taco place or something.

Maybe he could talk Lara into it, or even Hannah. She was a bit more reclusive than he was, that’s one of the things they had in common, but maybe she’d be up for even a basic trip outside. Then again, winter had finally come. The sun was already going down, and while the darkness helped her, she didn’t like the cold, and neither did he. It didn’t bother Lara, probably because of her werewolf status, but fuck did he hate the frigid cold. It had been a relatively mild winter so far, and it had only snowed a few times, but they were in January now, which was kind of like the dead, frozen heart of the season.

Jason considered how to handle this, and wondered if maybe he should take tomorrow off as well, and look over what he had written, determine if it sucked or not, as he dressed. Although that was very hard to tell. Judging his own writing was not something he was adept at, and from what he’d read on the subject, even veteran writers with years or decades of experience still struggled with it. Though it was supposed to get easier the more you wrote.

Freshly showered and dressed, he headed upstairs. Hannah had gone up there awhile ago because she’d been feeling restless, but she didn’t want to bug him while he was still in his writing frenzy, which he’d appreciated, but also felt kind of bad about. Although they were both very reasonable with each other, and understood that there were times where they would simply be too busy with their work, he still didn’t like having to favor his work over her.

When he came to the living room, he found Hannah lying on the couch in a sports bra and sweatpants, reading a thick paperback. She put it down as she sensed him coming into the room and reached out to him.

He smiled and walked over, took her hand in his. “Hey you,” she said. “How’s the writing going?”

“Good, although I’ve finally hit the end of my...ability to keep writing,” he replied, unable to think of any other way to put it. He’d been focusing on phrasing and words for three days now. “I need a break.”

“I don’t blame you,” she replied, then pulled him closer to her. He sat down on the couch with her. “I was about to make you take a break. I could tell you were coming to the end of your rope.”

“You could? How?”

“Body language. I can read it really well.”

“That makes sense...so where’s Lara? I thought you were going to fool around with her.”

“I did. We messed around for like an hour, but she’s got a live show to do. She’s in her room right now, masturbating or something.”

“Nice,” he murmured. Jason began to say something else, but there was suddenly a knock at the door. He glanced at Hannah, wondering if they had the right to answer the door. They did live here now, but it was Lara’s place.

“We should at least see who it is,” Hannah said.

Jason nodded and got up. If it was someone they recognized, then they wouldn’t have to go bother Lara in the middle of her session, which was probably for the best. He moved to the door and peered through the peephole.

He felt relieved as he recognized who it was: Delilah. Their beautiful, dark-haired witch friend with benefits.

It had been awhile since he’d seen her. He opened up the door and she smiled immediately when her eyes met his.

“Jason!” she cried, and wrapped him in a tight hug while pressing her lips to his. He was still getting used to being greeted in this fashion. It was very nice, but also still very surprising. Delilah tasted wonderful, like honey and sugar. She slipped her tongue briefly into his mouth, then stepped back. “I missed you,” she said.

“I missed you, too,” he murmured in reply, stepping back so she could come in. As he closed the door, she hurried over to Hannah.

“I missed you, as well,” she said, and laid down on the couch next to her, then proceeded to kiss Hannah as she’d done with Jason.

She also started groping her big breasts.

Jason couldn’t blame her. Everyone loved Hannah’s tits.

He watched the women kiss, sitting down on the edge of the couch. When they were finished, Delilah settled down against Hannah.

“You are warm,” Hannah said, hugging the witch to her.

“I am,” Delilah agreed. “Sorry I haven’t been by in so long. I’ve been a very busy girl. Lots of parties to go to, lots of boys and girls to sleep with, lots of work to do. I tend to get very busy in the winter.”

“Why’s that?” Jason asked.

“Because everyone’s stuck indoors when winter comes and no one wants to think because everything’s dark and dead and dreary. So they come to me for help in distraction. Sleep potions, potions to get you high, potions to mellow you out, stuff like that. I finally had a bit of free time and I thought I’d come see how everyone has settled in! Me and Lara were texting back and forth earlier today, catching up on things, and she mentioned that you’d moved in! I didn’t actually hear about it until today, so that I thought that was really cool. I was hoping to catch up with the two of you, but...” she hesitated.

“But what?” Hannah asked.

“Well, I’m not actually free tonight. I’ve got a party I promised to be at and I was hoping to talk one or all of you into going with me. It’s a mixed party, humans and paranormals, but everyone’s cool there and I thought the two of you in particular would enjoy getting out and mixing it up with people that are nice,” she replied.

“You have a point, but...I’m still feeling introverted,” Hannah replied after thinking about it for a bit. “I kind of get in these hermit streaks where I don’t want to leave the house for like...two weeks at a stretch, sometimes. And finally moving here after all the ruckus we had to go through has triggered one of those, I think.”

“I could go,” Jason said. “Would you mind?”

“No, of course not,” Hannah replied.

“Okay, I just wanted to be sure.”

She rolled her eyes. “I thought by now you’d know I’m not one of those women, dear. I don’t need you around twenty four seven. You can do things without me and I can do things without you. I’m not going to secretly be mad at you for going out to a party when I don’t want to. I don’t bullshit like that, babe.”

“I know, I just...worry, sometimes,” he replied.

She smiled. “I know. I’ll be fine.”

“What about Lara?” Delilah asked.

“She’s busy with a cam show,” Hannah replied.

“Okay, fair enough. Can we go then? I’m kinda itching to get to the party. I’ve been making potions all day and that can get so boring!”

“Yeah, I’m ready. Just showered and changed and everything,” he replied, getting up.

“Perfect!”

“Don’t break him,” Hannah said.

“I promise not to break him,” Delilah replied, taking Jason’s hand. Hannah was right, her skin was very warm, and soft.

“Have fun, honey,” she said.

“I imagine I will,” Jason replied.

“Oh, he will. I promise,” Delilah said.

“Love you,” Jason said.

“Love you too,” Hannah replied.

He headed out of the front door with Delilah. They went to her car and she passed him the keys. “You drive,” she said.

“You...sure?” he asked uncertainly, looking at her car.

It looked very expensive.

“Yeah, just follow the GPS. Trust me, you’ll like why I want you to drive,” she replied casually, getting into the car on the passenger’s side.

“Well, okay then.”

Jason unlocked the driver’s side door and sat down. It had been a little while since he’d driven, but as he clicked in the seatbelt and started up the vehicle, he was glad to see that he hadn’t actually forgotten how. Delilah began fiddling with the GPS mounted on the dashboard and as she did, he studied her.

It had been awhile since he’d seen her.

He’d forgotten how strikingly beautiful she was.

Tall and pleasantly padded, he saw that her tan had faded, leaving her skin much paler. (Which he personally thought was an improvement.) Her midnight black hair was pulled into a loose ponytail and her brilliant green eyes seemed to sparkle with both intelligence and naughty intentions. Her skin was smooth and mostly flawless, and she had a very beautiful, attractive face. She sat up suddenly, finished with the GPS.

“Okay, handsome, drive,” she said.

“You got it,” he replied.

He thought about what he knew about Delilah as he pulled out and began driving. She was a witch, she was in her mid-thirties, she was an alchemist by trade. Basically, she made potions and sold them to people. They did all sorts of things. She was legally licensed, which made him grateful. Although witches were kind of more towards the ‘human’ end of the spectrum between human and paranormal, a lot of people still didn’t like them for a lot of dumb reasons. Or no real reasons. Although he was sure Delilah trafficked in not-strictly-legal trading as well. The women he hung out with apparently liked to live dangerously.

He was just preparing to strike up a conversation with Delilah when she suddenly leaned over and put her head in his lap.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Showing you how much I missed you, now stay focused on the driving,” she replied as she began unzipping and unbutton his pants.

“Oh wow,” he said quietly. She was going to fucking blow him while he was driving. This was going to be quite the experience.

He was already stiffening up at the thought of it, so by the time she got his pants undone and boxers pulled down a bit, his cock was hard enough to pop out. He felt her breath, hot against the overly sensitive skin there, and let out a small gasp of excited pleasure as she licked across the head, making him jerk slightly.

Jason forced himself to focus on the driving. It wouldn’t do to get into a wreck like this, for more than one reason. He groaned as she slipped his dick into the hot, wet confines of her mouth and began to massage it with her lips and her tongue, rubbing the head against the inside of her cheek a few times. Holy fuck, it felt so good.

Pleasure shot up through him, making it hard to concentrate.

Delilah began to bob her head.

“Fuck...” Jason groaned. She’d slipped one hand into his boxers and was gently massaging his balls. Her hand was so hot. The feeling was absolutely incredible. Pure bliss was filling him up as she continued sucking him off, her head going up and down, lips sliding smoothly along the length of his rigid shaft, slowing greatly when she got to the head, lingering on that extra sensitive area. Jason gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter as she pleasured him. He wanted to come so badly in her mouth, wanted to feel that intense pleasure of the orgasm, of releasing his seed into the mouth of a woman as she continued sucking.

And given the fact that he was slowly losing the ability to focus on his driving, he decided that he probably just should.

Drawing this out would be dangerous.

He didn’t hold back, didn’t try to prolong the session, and just let it come. And it came. He came, and hard. Grunting as the first hard contraction took his cock, making it jerk sharply in her mouth, he felt an explosion of pleasure, a mushroom cloud of orgasmic ecstasy blossom inside of him. He groaned loudly as Delilah continued sucking. She sucked all of his seed out as it was shot from his cock in thick, hard spurts, continuing to massage his balls gently in her warm grasp. She sucked him completely dry and when he was finished, when he had nothing left to give, she put his cock back, zipped and buttoned him back up, and sat up.

“Thanks,” he gasped, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You’re welcome,” she replied. “My way of saying sorry for being neglectful.”

“It’s okay. I understand about being busy,” he said. “I mean, it’s not like I was going out of my way to keep in touch with you. I kind of figured that our relationship, such as it is, was very casual. We’d be good friends but drift in and out of each other’s lives with no real expectations...or is that kind of callous?” he asked.

“Not at all. You’re completely right. That is an accurate description of what I was hoping for,” she answered. Reaching down beneath her seat, she began to grope for something. “I’ll be totally honest, I get off on sucking dick and making men orgasm. And you’re a good specimen. When you come, you really come. Ah.” She found what she was looking for and came up with a half-empty bottle of soda. She unscrewed the cap and drained the rest.

“That’s...interesting,” he replied.

“Is it? You seem like you get off on getting women off. That’s what Hannah and Lara tell me, at least, whenever it comes up.”

“I suppose you have a point,” he replied. He checked the GPS again. They were about five minutes away now. Looking out the front windshield, Jason noted unhappily how dark it was. It was already nighttime and it was hardly even into the evening. Winter sucked. Not to mention it was in the high thirties right now.

“I’ve got kind of a weird question,” Delilah said.

“Okay, shoot,” he replied.

“Does the fact that the women you’re with are so...experienced, bother you?”

“You mean does it bother me that you’ve all slept with like a ton of other people?” he replied. She nodded. “Not...really.”

“You sound a little hesitant. I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, I’ve just come to understand that guys have trouble with that. Some women, too, but, in my experience at least, guys don’t really like it.”

“Yeah. I mean, there’s a part of me that doesn’t like it at all, but it’s become pretty easy to ignore that part, because it’s just stupid emotions talking. But there is a part of me that was, and still kind of is, worried that I won’t...measure up. I mean, all of you have been with people older, smarter, more attractive, and certainly more skilled than me. Like, how can I stack up against someone who’s been having and practicing sex for like thirty years? Or more? I mean, it doesn’t worry me that much anymore. I believe Hannah, for the most part, when she tells me that she really likes having sex with me. And I also trust that there’s a lot more to our relationship than the sex.”

“That’s very good,” Delilah replied. “Believe or not, I know how you feel. Although I don’t really do good with long-term relationships. The most I can manage are just long-term friends with benefits. I had two really shitty relationships, one in my teens and the other in my twenties, and it kind of just...soured me on relationships. It also kind of forced me to figure out how to do everything by myself. It sucked but I’m glad I did it. Anyway, getting a little off-topic. As for your concerns about sex...try not to worry.”

“Why?”

“Sex is a very ‘in-the-moment’ kind of thing. Sure, there are going to be those legendary sexual experiences that cement in your mind that you’ll always remember. But for the most part, memories of sex, like memories of most things, tend to fade. You just remember the really awesome or the really bad times in bed, and partners. But I’ve found that if you’re having fun, if you’re even pretty decent at getting your partner off, or if they’re really attracted to you, then it doesn’t matter. Like, when you and I fuck, I don’t lay there thinking about all the other men and women I’ve fucked. I mean, do you compare me against Lara or Hannah or Alexis?”

“No, but I feel like in my case every single one of you are fucking amazing in bed, so it’s not exactly the same thing.”

She laughed. “I suppose that’s a valid point. But sex tends to focus your mind. Especially if you’re really into it. You don’t really think about anything else but the sex you’re having right now. Does that make sense?”

“It does, and you’re right about that. I guess if it’s the same for Hannah and Lara, then it probably doesn’t matter too much...” he murmured, trailing off.

“Jason, you’re awesome in bed. You don’t need tons of experience or a huge porn dick or anything to be good. I think, more than anything, you need to be good at reading your partner and you need dedication. You also need to know that your dick isn’t everything. Good sex isn’t just a dick pounding a pussy. It’s foreplay and mood and connection. It’s touch. There’s a lot that goes into sex, it’s a physical experience, to be sure, but it’s also an emotional one. And I think you understand that. Although your dick is pretty awesome, too.”

“I...have a hard time believing that.”

She snorted. “That’s probably a good sign. You aren’t full of yourself. Confidence is sexy, arrogance is such a turn off. For me, and apparently Hannah and Lara and Alexis, your dick is just about the right size. Not so big it hurts, and that is an actual thing, believe or not, and not so small that it doesn’t quite get the job done. That doesn’t happen nearly as often as guys think. It’s not like our vaginas are that fucking big.”

“Well...I’m glad you like my dick, Delilah. And, uh, me.”

She laughed again, louder this time. “I’m glad you like me, Jason. I know I have it easier than Hannah or Alexis, because I look human. I almost am. Lara, too. If you didn’t know she was a werewolf, you’d never suspect. But even for me, when someone knows I’m a witch, something changes in the relationship. Some subtle thing shifts, and not for the better. They’re afraid of me or paranoid of me or they want to use me somehow. People are always asking me for favors. I try not to let it get to me, but it’s exhausting and depressing and infuriating. Sometimes all at once. It isn’t so much about wanting to be accepted by the general human masses, I don’t care so much about that, but I think I’d rather be ignored.

“And that’s, admittedly, part of the reason I like you so much. It’s because none of this shit seems to really affect you. You don’t care that I’m a witch, or that Hannah’s a vampire, obviously, given the fact that you’re in love with her, you fuck her regularly, and you let her drink your blood.” She smirked when he glanced over. “No, she didn’t mention it, but it’s very obvious. The freaking bite marks on your neck.”

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, absently rubbing at them.

“I can give you something to help with that.”

“Hannah’s got some stuff already that pretty much helps with it, but I don’t care if people know,” he replied.

“That’s good. And that’s what I mean. You aren’t just faking that you’re cool around us, you actually are. That subtle shift never happened with you. You treat us like...well, real people. And that’s pretty fantastic.”

“You are real people.”

“I know that, but I think a lot of people don’t know it. And I’m not even sure if it’s their fault. The media, the entertainment industry, everyone paints us to be larger than life, and some of us are, in a few ways. We’re just so different from normal humans, and yet we’re so similar. We still get depressed, angry, bitter, happy, anxious...”

“I understand, and I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s okay, for the most part. Because there are cool people like you, where it doesn’t matter what race we are. And I appreciate that. I just wanted to say that.”

“I’m glad I make you happy, and I appreciate you, too,” he replied.

She grinned. “I’ll bet you do. And I’m sure you’re gonna appreciate me even more tonight. I’m positive I can get you laid at this party.”

“Really? Who all is going to be at it?”

“No one you know, as far as I know, but mainly other witches and some elves, a few humans, maybe other species will show up, not too sure. I just found out about this because of some of my witch friends. There’s always a paranormal party going on in this town. It’s kind of funny, you’d never think so, looking at it.”

“I certainly never thought so,” Jason replied.

“Well, now you’re about to be educated,” Delilah said with a grin.

The GPS informed him that they were there. He pulled onto the street among a dozen other cars in front of a big house in another nice neighborhood. There seemed to be a lot of nice neighborhoods in this city. Something else he hadn’t really known. It occurred to him that he didn’t know much about the city he lived in.

They got out of the car, locked it, and headed for the front door. As they made their up a long walkway of stone, Delilah took his hand and laced their fingers together. He always felt delighted and a little shock of arousal whenever that happened. Delilah rang the doorbell when they came to the front door.

It opened a moment later and he found himself staring at a tall, trim woman with honey blonde hair, wearing just a sports bra and shorts. “Delilah!” she cried delightedly, almost spilling the glass of wine she was holding as she hugged and kissed the woman. She turned to regard Jason. “Hello, I don’t recognize you,” she said.

“His name is Jason, he’s my...friend,” Delilah replied.

“Friend, huh?”

“Jason, this is Wendy. She’s a witch and she owns the house.”

“Wait,” Wendy said, scrutinizing Jason suddenly. “He’s human! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you show up with a human to one of these.”

“He’s special,” Delilah replied. “He’s...very sweet.”

“And cute,” Wendy murmured. “Well come in!” She stepped back and they came in. As soon as they did and took their shoes off, Wendy laid a hand on his shoulder. “Can I...borrow him?” she asked, grinning impishly.

“Sure,” Delilah replied. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Have fun.”

“You wanna go sit down? I’d love to hear how you ended up friends with Delilah,” Wendy asked him.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. He felt...trapped wasn’t the right word, it implied something negative. Ensnared, maybe, that was closer. But it was a good feeling. She took his hand, also lacing their fingers together, and led him through the house. He saw several people, maybe twenty or so, spread throughout the house. A big group was playing a dirty board game in the dining room, another group was sitting around in what seemed to be just a sitting area, chatting. Another group was congregating in the kitchen over snacks and booze.

Wendy took him to a smaller room that just had a couch, a table, and some chairs and lamps. He wondered what it was for.

She pushed the door mostly closed, and then had him sit down on the couch with her. He studied Wendy as he tried to think about how to start the conversation. She was definitely tall, maybe just an inch shorter than he was, and fairly trim. She looked like a jogger or swimmer. She was clearly mature, older, but she was strikingly attractive. Her blonde hair was long and luxurious, ending halfway down her back.

“So, tell me about yourself, Jason.”

“Well...I moved here several months ago, trying to figure my life out, and I happened to move in next to a vampire...”

He spent close to half an hour telling her about himself, and she seemed to be genuinely interested, which was surprising, given that he thought he was fairly mundane. Especially to a witch. But she asked questions, she paid attention, she was listening.

“That’s pretty interesting,” she said when he’d finished up.

“Thanks...um, what about you?” he replied.

“My life? It’s pretty standard. Born and raised in this city to rich parents. They died when I was eighteen and I inherited their money. My mother was a witch, my father human. They were killed in a plane crash.”

“I’m...sorry.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t hate them, they were good parents, though they were very distant and a bit cold. They weren’t in my life very much. I went to alchemical college with the money, did four years, learned all I could, and promptly moved back here, since I love this city. Bought this house and started working as an alchemist. And that’s...been my life for twenty years since. I found what I loved and got right to it. I plan to be doing this for the next twenty years. Rest of my life if I can manage it,” she replied.

“That’s pretty awesome.”

“Yep.” She paused for a moment, seemed to give him an appraising look. “Do you want to make out?” she asked.

“I, uh...yeah, sure,” he replied.

She smiled. “Good!” She leaned in and slowly pressed her luscious red lips to his. She tasted like wine and sugar. Jason felt excitement, like electricity, skipping through his system as they began to kiss. Her lips were luscious, wet, and hot. She broke the kiss every so often, making quiet, happy sounds, as if savoring the experience. Then she leaned in a little more and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

As he laid his hand across her breast and began squeezing it gently, she broke the kiss for a moment and then pulled her bra up over her breasts. “Here,” she whispered, then took his hand and laid it across one of her breasts.

They were pretty great. Nice and firm and they fit nicely into his grasp. He could feel her nipple, firm and small, against his palm.

Wendy resumed kissing him.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. This hot, mature witch was making out with him, basically topless, slipping her tongue smoothly into his mouth and wrestling with his own. And she seemed to really be enjoying herself. They continued making out for awhile longer, and then she mounted him, sitting in his lap, facing him and straddling him. They really got into making out and he took her nice ass in his hands. His heart was hammering in his chest and he had a full erection at this point.

She broke the kiss and then leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. “Would you like to have sex with me?” she whispered.

“Uh-huh,” he managed.

“Hold still.”

She got up suddenly and slipped her shorts off. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy looked fantastic, smooth and taut in between her athletic thighs. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants, pulling his dick out.

“Hmm...your cock has some saliva on it,” she murmured, then leaned in and licked the head, causing him to jerk in pleasure. “Delilah,” she said with a smirk. “Did she give you road head on the way over here?”

“Yeah,” he replied, amazed at how perceptive she was.

She leaned in and took his dick into her mouth, then started bobbing her head. “Holy fuck...” he groaned. She worked up a good mouthful of spit, coating his cock in it, the stopped sucking and got up. Straddling him once more, she stared into his eyes as she reached down and grabbed his cock. They both gasped softly as he began to slide into her.

“You’re inside me,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his. “Oh yes...” she moaned, pushing herself down his rigid length.

The session started out slow, but it got intense fast and didn’t last very long. But that was what she seemed to want. Both of them were panting furiously, moaning as they fucked. The couch creaked as she rode him, taking his cock up into her over and over again. She made out with him, and then, after just about a minute and a half, she leaned in and began whispering in his ear again. “You wanna come in my pussy? You wanna fill me up, you bad boy?” she murmured, he groaned. Fuck. It was such a trigger when women said that to him.

“Yes,” he moaned.

“Then do it. Fill me with your seed.”

She started riding him faster and before he knew it he was coming again, his cock twitching furiously as it spat thick spurts of his seed, filling her pussy up as she desired. When his orgasm was finished, he was left panting against the couch, trying to get his vision to focus. That had been one intense orgasm.

“Mmm...there’s a good boy,” she said, smiling at him with almost a look of triumph. Well, if she was happy, he was happy. She got up off of him and slipped out of the room. A moment passed and he heard a toilet flush. She came back, pulled her sports bra down over her breasts and then pulled her shorts back on.

“That was nice,” she said.

“That was really nice,” he agreed.

She paused, about to say something else, then glanced back at the door. “Oh, I have to go. My husband’s home,” she said.

Jason felt a cold fear shoot through him as his gaze dropped to her left hand. There, on her third finger, a gold band.

How had he missed that?!

She laughed suddenly. “Oh, don’t worry, Jason. I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I didn’t have my husband’s permission. We’re in an open marriage, dear. You can relax.”

“I...okay,” he replied.

So he’d just fucked a married woman.

She laughed. “Trust me, Jason, it’s fine. I have to go, okay? My husband’s been away on a business trip for about a week now and I miss him.”

“Okay. That’s fine,” he replied.

He watched her go, still feeling a little out of sorts. All the women he’d had sex with had been single. Well, as far as he knew. He didn’t know if that succubus escort had been single, or the vampire stripper, but they probably were. It was weird. After a moment he stood up, realizing that he shouldn’t just keep hanging out in the back room. Although he thought it was going to be really weird if he ran into Wendy’s husband.

He slipped back out into the house and began the process of mingling again. Well, as well as he could do that.

Jason had never been very good at parties.

Really, he just hunted down Delilah, who began smirking at him the second she saw him. She came over to him and pulled him down onto a couch. “Do tell,” she said.

“Tell what?” he replied awkwardly.

“Don’t be coy, you know what.”

“It was really, really good, and then...kinda weird when I realized she was married.”

“Oh, you didn’t notice the ring?”

“I was kind of distracted.”

She just laughed. “You’re a cutie. I’ve got a friend I want you to meet.”

She pulled him up off the couch then. They navigated through the house until she finally led him to a sliding glass door that led out onto a back porch overlooking a large yard. “Go have fun, I’ve got to catch up with some people,” she said.

A single woman stood out on the porch, her back to them, leaning against the railing. Delilah shooed him gently outside, then closed the door behind him. Jason shivered, wondering how the woman was apparently comfortable in just a simple yet elegant black dress. As he approached, she turned around.

Looking at her, he had the impression that she had stepped out of a black and white photograph. Her hair and dress were as black as a starless night, but her skin was extremely pale. There was something else strange about her that he couldn’t place at first, and then he had it: her hair. It was short and styled so that it seemed almost to cling to her skull. The style reminded him, for some reason, of the nineteen twenties.

She was also incredibly beautiful. She looked human...but there was something about her. Something he couldn’t actually discern.

“Hi,” she said, smiling easily at him. “You must be Jason. Delilah was just telling me about you. She said we should meet.” She had an incredibly beautiful, somewhat rough voice.

“That’s what she told me. Although she told me literally nothing about you,” he replied.

She smiled. “That sounds like her. My name is Lyra.”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he replied, then shivered.

“You’re very polite. Oh, I just realized, you must be freezing. I was just catching a bit of fresh air, let’s go inside,” she said.

“Thanks.”

They slipped back inside, into a hallway, and she led him through a door into what appeared to be a guest bedroom with just a bit of furniture. She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently patted the place next to her.

“Sorry if I’m a little...out of sorts,” Jason said after sitting down and not being sure what to actually say.

“It’s okay. I understand that parties like these can be a little overwhelming. I’m honestly curious as to how you came to be here. I mean, I know you came with Delilah.”

Well, he supposed it was a safe thing to talk about, in the sense that it was something he knew how to talk about it, so he ran through his personal history again. When he was finished, Lyra nodded. She’d scooted a little closer to him.

“How about you?” he asked. “How do you fit into the party?”

“I’m a siren,” she replied.

“A siren? I don’t know much about them,” he admitted.

She smiled. “Well...I personally don’t think there’s too much to know about us. We’re magical. We can sing. We can captivate. I’ve been a singer for...well, for a very long time now. Sirens are long-lived.”

“I thought that your style seemed a little...dated. Not that that’s a bad thing. You’re very beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you.” She reached out and laid a hand on his thigh. “Cards on the table: I enjoy, hmm, collecting humans, if you know what I mean. Would you be interested in helping me add another name to my list?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied almost immediately. He was intensely aroused and extremely attracted to her. And despite the two other sexual encounters he’d had, he could feel himself stiffening in response to the simple fact of her hand on his thigh and her sharp gray eyes staring into his own. She really had exotic, beautiful eyes.

“Good,” she whispered, then leaned in and kissed him. “Make love with me,” she murmured, then deepened the kiss.

He found her request easy to accommodate.

Although he thought that this was all happening a little fast. After his sexual session with Wendy, and now this, it seemed a little overwhelming. Then again, there was a powerful part of him that was just turned on and told the rest of him to just shut the fuck and enjoy this awesome thing that was happening.

They were kissing more deeply now, twining tongues together. In one smooth movement that seemed almost unreal, she managed to get the dress off of her, shrugging easily out of it and pushing it down her trim frame so that it pooled at her feet. She wore nothing beneath it. Her body was almost as pale as Hannah’s. She had wonderful firm breasts, beautiful pale C-cups that had a speckling of freckles dusted across them, topped by perfect pink nipples. She pulled him down on top of her as he struggled to get his cock out.

He was already rock hard.

Jason managed to get it out without too much trouble and laid against her, kissing her again as she spread her legs, then wrapped them around him.

“Inside,” she whispered. “Now.”

He got himself lined up and slipped into her. He groaned while she gasped as he slid smoothly into her. She felt somehow different from Wendy, and, he thought, all the other women he’d been with. Was it because she was a siren? It must be. Although he couldn’t exactly describe what felt different, except that it was good.

It was very good.

“Yes,” she whispered, gasping the word. “That’s a good boy. Fuck me, Jason.”

He groaned her name as he began sliding rapidly in and out of her, feeling her squeeze him with her legs. It felt strange to fuck her with all his clothes on, and she was completely naked, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Keep going...keep going...” she gasped, panting in desperate pleasure now, joining his own feverish breaths as the hot bliss of raw, unprotected sex with a complete stranger sizzled through him. There was nothing quite like really being into someone and they were so into you and you did something about it.

It was absolutely intoxicating.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Oh Lyra, it’s so good...”

“Yes, Jason,” she whispered, then cried out. “Yes! Keep going! I want you to orgasm inside of me. Do you understand? I want you to-oh my yes...” she moaned.

He’d already triggered when she’d started saying that to him. He could feel his cock spurting inside of her, releasing what was probably the last of his seed he had in him for now. Could feel himself filling her up. Could feel her writhing against him, hear her moaning, Could feel the way she was squeezing him against her with her legs, wrapped so tightly around him. She held him firmly until he had finished coming in her.

As the waves of hot pleasure finished lapping through him, Jason let out his breath in a long groan, going limp against her. She undid her legs and rubbed his back gently. “There,” she whispered, “that was very nice, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied tiredly.

“I need to wash,” she said after a moment.

He nodded and pulled carefully out of her. Standing up on unsteady legs, he saw her get up and move towards a door in the far wall he hadn’t even seen earlier. Opening it up, she slipped inside and he saw that it led to a bathroom.

He followed her in.

She was wiping at herself with a wad of toilet paper. Figuring he should probably wash up a bit, he found a washrag and put it under a stream of warm water from the sink. Pulling down his pants and boxers, he began to wash his crotch.

“So, when you say collect, do you really just mean fuck?” he asked.

“Yeah, basically. Although sometimes I take it a step further. I’ve got a...a harem, I suppose, of cute human men and women I rotate through. I’d invite you, but honestly I’m kind of full up at the moment,” she replied.

“Well...I’ll be around, if space frees up,” he said.

She smiled, dropped the toilet paper into the toilet, and flushed. He finished washing his crotch off and spied a laundry chute. Figuring that was the best place for it, he tossed it down, then tucked his cock away, pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“Good,” she said. “We should probably get back to the party.”

“Probably,” he agreed.

As he followed her out of the small bedroom and back into the house, he figured that this was a great way to unwind.

CHAPTER THREE

“Lara, come on, cut it out,” Jason murmured.

“Make me,” she replied, her voice teasing just behind him.

Jason tried to shrug her hands off but she was persistent. He sighed finally and turned away from his desk. She stepped back as he faced her. She was wearing nothing beyond panties and a broad, impish grin.

Another three days had gone by after he’d had that amazing and somewhat awkward party with Delilah. He’d taken the next day off, lounging around with Hannah and Lara. It had been a lazy day, and a good one. The following day he’d gotten back to work. His pace had slowed considerably, but it didn’t bother him. He felt like he was doing good work. Well...most of the time. Often, as he was writing it, he didn’t really think about whether or not it seemed good so much as whether or not it felt good. Or maybe not even good.

Correct was a better way to look at it.

He’d been working most of today as well, but Lara had come down into the basement about an hour ago and had started hanging around, chatting at him, touching him. Attention from an extremely attractive woman was typically not something that annoyed him, but Lara knew that he was busy. She’d finally started giving him a massage, her small but powerful hands rubbing his shoulders and neck, and that had been really nice.

But then she’d started poking his ears, and that was annoying.

“Lara,” he said, and she smiled at him. “I’m a little busy.”

“I know,” she replied, then sat down in his lap. She was small enough that she could manage it even though he was in a rolling computer chair. “I wouldn’t be annoying you if I didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Why do you think it’s necessary?” he asked.

“Because you’re too wound up. You need a break,” she replied. “Hannah noticed it about an hour ago and sent me down to try and coax you away from your writing.”

He snorted. “She sent you? Why?”

“She didn’t want to do it herself. She said she’d feel bad.”

“Oh, but it’s okay if you do it on her behalf?”

Lara laughed. “Apparently. Come on, Jason, I can read body language easily. You’re kind of hitting that point where you’ve been working too long continuously.”

“I haven’t been working for that long,” he replied, but he knew she had a point. His mind had started wandering not long before she’d arrived, and he’d found himself getting agitated and the words were coming harder. He kept pausing, his mind drifting. He’d been at it for about three hours straight at this point. The look Lara gave him made him sigh. “Fine, you’ve got a point. I just feel bad, and frustrated. I should be able to last longer. This is my job now, after all.”

“Jason, you’re doing very well,” she replied. “God, you should hear the struggle Hannah had to go through to make herself focus. She could hardly write for more than thirty minutes at a stretch. Lots of breaks and distractions. It took years of practice to build that kind of persistence. Don’t be afraid to take a break, they’re more important than you’d think. Writing is a creative process. You have to let your brain rest at regular intervals in order to keep it clear of clutter and let the words come,” she explained.

“You sound like you know a lot about this,” he replied.

“I do. I’ve hung out with a few writers and I went through a fan fiction frenzy back in the late nineties and early two thousands. I still do it from time to time.”

“I...never would have guessed,” he said.

She smiled. “That I write fan fiction? Why?”

“I dunno, it...just seems like a thing socially-adept, well-adjusted, super hot women don’t really do. I used to write a lot of it myself.”

“Might as well forget stereotypes if you’re going to be living with us paranormal ladies,” Lara said as she got up off him. “Come now, I’m restless, in case you haven’t noticed. You seem so as well. Want to get a bite to eat?”

“Yeah, actually.” He hadn’t eaten since right after he’d woken up, and that hadn’t really been very much of a meal.

“Good, we’ll go to Zhou’s. I want to actually go out of the house.” She began walking for the stairs. “Go hang out with your girlfriend, see if she wants to come, while I get dressed.”

He did so after they headed upstairs and she disappeared into her bedroom. He found Hannah laying on the couch with her laptop.

“Hey...did Lara talk to you?” she asked sheepishly.

He laughed and sat down with her. “Yes. We’re going to go out to eat. Why didn’t you just come bug me?” he asked.

She set her laptop on the coffee table. “I felt...bad, about bothering you, because you were starting to look annoyed and frustrated and I know exactly how that feels. I can’t tell you how many times I sat there for hours, just getting more pissed off because the words were coming so much slower until they just stopped. I wished I had someone to realize when I needed to shut down, even for a little bit. But I felt worse about not doing anything. Sending Lara down seemed like a fairly nice compromise,” she explained.

“Okay, fair enough. And thanks. You were right,” he replied.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“Do you want to go with us, to eat?” he asked.

She considered it for a little bit, looking like she was actually thinking about it, then she shook her head. “No, I’m still feeling pretty reclusive, but I think my hermit streak is coming to an end. And I ate already. Made myself a pizza.”

Lara opened the door and came out.

“Hannah says-”

“She’s not coming,” Lara replied. She smiled. “I could hear you.”

“From way back in your room? With the door closed?” he replied.

“Yep. One of the perks of being a werewolf. Or a drawback, depending on the situation. It took awhile to figure out how to sort of...adjust my hearing level. You don’t mind if I take your boy out a bite to eat?” she asked.

“No, dear,” Hannah replied. “Have fun. Although bring me back an order of pot stickers. I’m in fucking love with those.”

“I know what you mean. I’ll make sure to grab some,” Lara replied.

Jason and Hannah exchanged ‘I love yous’ and he stepped out with Lara. It was dark now, the sun gone, and there was certainly a chill on the air, but it wasn’t absolutely freezing. He was grateful for his jacket, though. Lara looked very out of place in her tanktop and shorts, but that hot werewolf blood running through her kept her warm all the time. She said it was part of the reason she liked being naked as often as possible.

They got into her car and she began driving them there. As they drove on, he noticed that she seemed suddenly quiet and reflective. Typically, whenever they were driving or walking somewhere together, she always had something to talk about. Some interesting new porn she’d stumbled across or some bizarre, perverse fan letter she’d received or a story from before she lived here, in this simple city. But not today.

The silence lasted until they pulled into the small parking lot of Zhou’s. It wasn’t a very large building and the rushes that usually hit it, typically for lunch and dinner, were gone, the dinner rush having just finished up.

“You okay?” he asked as she killed the ignition.

“What?” she asked, seemingly startled. “Um...yeah, why?”

“You’re quiet. You’re never quiet,” he replied.

She laughed. “I do tend to prattle on, don’t I? I’m just thinking. Come on, let’s order some food and I’ll tell you about it.”

They got up and moved across the lot. Coming in, they put in their order, making sure to get Hannah’s food too, and then moved over to the back of the building, sliding into a booth where they were away from what few people remained.

“So what’s up?” he asked.

“I’ve just been thinking lately. Having you and Hannah living with me has...made me realize a few things. And remember things,” she murmured.

“Bad things?”

“Oh, no! Not at all. Good things. I’ve lived by myself for so long that I’d forgotten what it was like to be in a sort of communal living situation. It’s so much fun! When you live with people that you want to live with, you know? So many people make it out like roommates are the worst thing ever, and, I mean, I understand. There are a lot of horror stories out there, or even people who just don’t do well together, or people who really are more comfortable just living alone or with their significant other. But I think living like we do is kind of underrated. Of course, we’re in kind of an ideal situation, we all have history and really like each other and there’s no money troubles, and we’re all pretty reasonable with each other.”

“Yeah, there is it. So...I feel like this is going somewhere,” Jason replied.

“I suppose it is. A fantasy I always had back in the big city was to get a place with all of my friends. Like a huge house or something.” She shrugged. “I dunno, it’s just a thought. I mean, right now there’s just the three of us and we already live together. But we’ve got other friends. But they’re all kind of in their own place right now.”

She glanced over. Their food was coming.

The two of them began eating their meal.

“So, how’s the book coming?” she asked.

“Good...I think,” he replied.

“How far are you into it?”

“Maybe a third or so. It’s a little hard to tell. Sometimes I’ll realize that an idea or a scene I had doesn’t really fit or is unnecessary by the time I actually get to it, so I cut it. And other times I’ll realize that I need to expand certain sections. So it’s always either growing or shrinking. But based on the outline I’ve written, it’s at about a third done. Although it’s going to go slower than that now, I think. At first I was just kind of...getting it all out. But now its steadied to a regular stream of words instead of a gushing torrent.”

“That makes sense,” Lara replied. “Do you feel good about it?”

“I did at first. Now I’m less sure. I’m trying not to think about it too much. Hannah told me to just...go. Just get it done. We can worry about how good or bad it is afterward. Which I guess makes sense. If I keep going back and doing it over and over again or wait for it to feel just right, this thing will never get done.”

“That’s very true.”

“So, I’ve got a question for you,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“So, besides being naked and fan fiction, do you have any other passions? I kinda feel bad because I’m positive you told me once, although I’m not sure...”

“It’s okay, I’m not sure if I’ve brought it up either, but yes. I do. Metalworking. I used to do it years ago. It was a good, strong hobby. Making little statues and shit. I’ve been feeling the call of it recently though, off and on over the past few months. Actually, ever since you and Hannah came into my life. I’ve worked on a few things.”

“Are you implying we made you want to do it again?” he asked.

“Obliquely,” she replied. “It’s a little complicated, but when you’re by yourself so much of the time, it’s a lot easier to just get content. Get comfortable. Secure and happy in your regular routine. And I’m not convinced that’s really a bad thing. I guess it actually depends on what your routine is, but mine is good. But when you two started hanging around, it kind of awoke a lot of old feelings. I used to be a lot more adventurous. Plus, now you’re writing a novel. Your first novel. It’s a big deal, and it’s kind of invigorating.”

“It is?”

“Yeah! God, to be that young again and getting into my passion, my craft, for the first time. Sure, there’s failures and a crazy learning curve and long bouts of waiting and waiting and waiting, but it’s so fun, so free...” She stopped suddenly. A frown on her face.

“What?” he asked.

“I guess it just occurred to me...why don’t I start metalworking again more seriously? I mean, I have money, I have time, I have space. There’s basically nothing stopping me from doing this, just my own laziness and contentment.”

“So are you gonna do it?” he asked.

She smiled, her eyes refocusing. She looked at him. “Yeah, I’m going to. I’ll put in the order tonight, have the supplies shipped to the house. Hell, I could be metalworking day after tomorrow,” she replied happily.

“Any idea what you want to do first?” he asked.

“Hmm...oh man, I’ve always wanted to make a statue of Hannah in the nude. Do you think that would weird her out? Would it weird you out?”

“No, not at all. I don’t think she’d mind. She’d probably like it. She likes her body. With good reason...”

“Heh, yeah. With great reason. She’s so fucking hot...okay, that’s what I’ll do. I can paint it, too. Ooh! I can make minis as well. Maybe I could take some commissions eventually. Lots of tabletop RPG players use minis...let’s finish eating, I want to go home.”

He laughed and did as she wished, finishing the remains of his meal, and grabbed Hannah’s food. They headed back outside and got into the car.

…

When they got back, Jason immediately noticed another car parked in the driveway.

“Who’s car is that?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. Definitely familiar though,” Lara replied. She sighed. “I’ve got such shitty memory. Come on, let’s go see who’s paying us a visit.”

They both got out after she killed the engine and made their way up the cold, dark walkway to the front door. Stepping in, Jason immediately recognized their visitor.

So did Lara. “Alexis!” she cried, hurrying over and all but throwing herself into the tall, redheaded elf’s lap. Jason realized that it had been awhile since he’d seen her. He’d honestly been a little worried about her, but Hannah had explained that Alexis could also go into long bouts of seclusion, more powerful than hers, actually. So he’d tried to give her her space after he’d sent off an e-mail about two weeks ago and she’d given a short response that basically translated to: ‘Sorry, I’m busy.’

It was good to see her again.

“How have you been doing?” Jason asked as Alexis finished hugging Lara, then stood up and turned her attention to him. She answered by hugging him tightly and kissing him firmly on the lips. He’d also missed kissing her.

“Busy,” she said after the kiss. She took his hand and entwined their fingers, then led him over to the couch. He noticed she was very affectionate. He was happy to be affectionate back and wrapped an arm around her. She laid against him, laying her head on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry I’ve neglected all of you. I just...got busy.”

“It’s okay, Alexis,” Lara replied. “I know how you get.”

She smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, but I don’t think Jason does,” she replied, getting closer to him. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had these bouts where an idea would come to me and I would just fucking obsess over it. It’s almost always an image in my head, and I just...I have to get it out. I have to paint it or draw it or whatever. Obviously, when I was younger this was a problem, because I would just go crazy and refuse to do absolutely anything until it was done. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to manage it a bit better, but it has never left me, and the intensity hasn’t really lessened, I’ve just gotten better at how I handle it. At least now I can eat and sleep at...semi-regular intervals.”

“And this happened recently, I take it?” he replied.

She nodded, then laughed and kissed him. “I had this vision of a mountain range, and trees and plants everywhere, clouds and the sun was just beginning to set, with this huge river and some waterfalls...” Her eyes lost their focus slightly, but she shook her head, came back to herself. “Anyway, I painted it. That’s what I’ve been doing for almost two solid weeks now. Just painting this huge fucking canvas. Changing stuff, making stuff better, getting it just right. And I did. I framed that motherfucker yesterday after signing it and then passed the fuck out. I woke up just a few hours ago and it occurred to me that I haven’t even talked to any of you in two weeks.”

“You sent me an e-mail response when I sent one to you,” Jason replied.

“Did I? Shit, I don’t even remember that. Was I rude?”

He laughed. “No. Maybe a little curt. You managed to get across that you were busy, so I figured I’d leave you to it.”

“I really appreciate it.” She took a deep breath and it let it out slowly. “It feels so good to be around friends again. I haven’t seen a single other person for almost two solid weeks now. Or even spoken to one. Normally that wouldn’t bother me so much, but honestly, having you all in my life has made me really miss being social.”

“I’m glad,” Hannah replied. “We like having you around, Alexis. And it’s really nice that you want to be around.”

She grinned goofily and kissed Jason again. “It is.”

“You’re really kissy tonight,” he said, staring back at her and unable to keep from grinning as well. “Not that I’m complaining.”

She began chewing on her lip nervously. She flipped a lock of her deeply red hair off of her pale face. “Well, your company wasn’t the only thing I was missing.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, running a finger down her face, tracing her jawline. She shuddered and exhaled harshly.

“Yeah,” she murmured.

“Well? What did you miss?”

She glanced over at Lara, then at Hannah.

“Do tell, Alexis,” Hannah said, smirking at her. “What did you miss the most?”

She sighed explosively. “Sex!” she cried. “I missed fucking that dick of yours!”

“Okay,” he replied. “I missed fucking that pussy of yours, Alexis. And kissing you and...doing other things with you.”

“Oh, good.”

He laughed again. “What, did you think I wouldn’t miss having sex with you? Seriously?” he replied.

“Well, maybe. I mean, you’ve got these two living with you now and you can fuck them any time you want…”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Alexis,” Hannah replied. “You are wild in bed.”

“She’s telling the truth,” Lara agreed.

Alexis was blushing fiercely now. “Well...thanks.”

“It’s not that simple, too,” Jason said, and hugged her closer to him. “It’s not simply like there’s a bar representative of my ‘need for sex’ or something and it gets filled up every time I fuck. I love having sex with Hannah, I love having sex with Lara, and I love having sex with you. I love being with all three of you, even if we’re just hanging out, or napping, or eating. But to be sure, I do miss fucking your elf pussy.”

“Mmm...good. Cause you created a fucking monster. I’d been kind of sexually dormant before you showed up and woke up my fucking sex drive. So I expect you to help tend to it, cause it’s hard for me to get laid.”

“I can’t imagine that’s true,” Jason replied. He kissed her neck.

She let out a small gasp. “It’s hard for me to trust people,” she murmured as he continued kissing her neck. “And I trust you.”

“I’m grateful. You want to go down and see my bedroom?” he asked.

He licked across her collarbone and she gasped again. “Yes.”

“Can we watch?” Hannah asked.

“Have I ever said no to that?” Jason replied.

“Good point.”

The four of them got up and hurried through the building, to the stairwell and down into his and Hannah’s part of the house.

Alexis stopped as she came down and moved a little bit into the room. She looked around slowly. “I really like the setup down here. Everything’s so...organized.”

“Hannah and I are neat freaks,” Jason replied, taking his shirt off. He found his eyes drawn to Alexis as she began removing her own clothing. He’d forgotten just how beautiful she was. Her blood red hair, currently pulled into a loose ponytail, stood out in such stark contrast to her deathly pale skin. And she was so damned tall, taller than any of them. If he remembered right, she was something like six foot four.

And then there were her eyes.

They were a glittering golden color and, besides her eyes, were the most obvious telltale sign that she was not human.

And oh those ears…

Jason had never been able to determine why, but holy fucking shit, did he have a thing for girls with elf ears. They were beautiful and exotic and strangely alluring. He found himself playing with her ears often. When he’d first touched them, she’d been a little hesitant, as she was uncomfortable with them, as they were one of the two things that marked her as an elf, but, he’d also discovered it was considered very erotic among elves to touch each other’s ears, and they were very sensitive, and so, because she trusted him and they had become lovers, she wanted him to touch them all the time. It was always intimate and erotic.

And she had a fantastic body.

She was trim and lithe, and as she took off her shirt and then her sports bra, he was reminded how he was always a bit surprised when she got topless. Alexis was pretty chesty for being so thin. She had beautiful, pale, perfect double-d cups. As they shed the remainder of their clothing, they quickly climbed onto Jason and Hannah’s huge bed and embraced, wrapping their arms around each other as they began kissing.

As they twined tongues together and he groped one large breast, tasting her, he was very glad to see that although they’d been apart for a little over two weeks, she had no problem diving back in. When they’d first met and become intimate, it had been very good, but she had been extremely anxious and nervous, and he’d done everything he could to soothe her. She’d calmed down, and he had as well, since he knew how she felt, and the sex had been great.

But he knew Alexis was an anxious woman. So it was good to know that she trusted him enough to not have to build up to relaxing around him again. They kissed passionately on the bed and he could feel all that time apart, all that pent-up lust she must be feeling, and his own lust for her, screaming to the surface.

Jason pushed Alexis onto her back suddenly and she let out a gasp. One other thing he’d found out about her in their time together: she liked it when he was kind of rough with her. A lot. So did Lara, actually. And Hannah. Her face was flushed now and her golden eyes seemed to be sparkling a bit more. From the way she was breathing faster and heavier, he could tell she was intensely aroused. He felt an overwhelming urge to pleasure her, to make her scream in ecstasy, to make her orgasm, and then to fuck her brains out.

Given the look she was giving him, she apparently wanted all of these things too. Jason hesitated no further. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, then moved up to her ear, licking across it and causing her to gasp and moan. He gave both ears the same treatment, then kissed the side of her neck, then down across her collarbones, which elicited more sensual, pleasured gasps from her. “Oh how I missed this,” she whispered.

He continued kissing down across her large, pale breasts, pausing to give them special attention. He kissed across them, then licked across them, then licked her nipples several times, causing her to moan loudly. He could feel his erection now, it was like a hot, throbbing bar of lead between his legs and it was demanding sexual satisfaction. But it would have to wait. Jason sucked on both of her big breasts for a little while, then moved down further, in between her legs, which she spread out wide for him.

He settled in between her trim thighs and ran his hands over her pussy, causing her to shiver at his touch.

“You want this?” he asked, carefully spreading the lips of her smooth, pale pussy with his thumbs, exposing her most sensitive region.

“Yes...” she moaned loudly.

“How badly?” he asked, then leaned in and let his breath whisper out across the glistening pink flesh.

She twitched and shuddered. “So bad!” she cried. “Please, give it to me!” she moaned.

Jason gave it to her.

He touched the tip of his tongue to the small nub of her elf clit. She cried out as he began to lick slowly at her clit, dragging his tongue up it in a deliberate motion, pushing down and going very slow. She cried out again, much louder, when he started going faster, lapping rapidly at her. Her long, slender fingers were going through his short dark hair now and she was moaning his name over and over again. He was in love with that sound.

Alexis was so wound up that it didn’t take her very long to come. As she began to orgasm, she made him pull back. He knew she got too sensitive sometimes, so he let her just enjoy the climax, which was a very powerful one. Her whole body was trembling and spasming, as if she was being shocked, and a hot spray of feminine sex juices began to escape her pussy, getting all over her thighs and the blankets.

They’d definitely have to wash after this.

He watched her entire orgasm, watched the way she squeezed her eyes shut and the expressions she made as she yelled her way through the pleasure, the way her big boobs jiggled as she twitched from the sharp jolts of pleasure, the way she grabbed bunches of the blanket in her hands and released them rapidly.

When it was over, she fell back against the bed, flushed, sweaty, and gasping.

“Holy fuck.” Her eyes popped open and she stared directly into his. “Fuck me like a cheap elf slut, Jason,” she said.

How could he deny that request?

He all but leaped onto her and within seconds had his rigid, pulsating cock sliding into her amazingly tight, hot, wet vagina.

Both of them cried out in sexual unity.

And then they were making love. Frantic, furious, sweaty, passionate love. He grunted as he pounded her, drilling into her almost as fast as he could. Her pussy felt like paradise. Like a mainline hit of pure pleasure. He’d forgotten how different elf vagina felt. Each of the women he’d made love with, the different species, they all felt subtly different. Vampire and werewolf and elf and witch and siren and succubus.

If someone were to ask him which one was the best, his honest answer, (and one he’d admit with more than a little guilt, given that he loved Hannah), was that whichever pussy he was currently fucking felt the best.

Right now, elf pussy was the absolute best out of them all.

And he really felt that way. The hot, slick pleasure of being inside of her as he made love to her, enhanced by the fact that there was nothing between them at all, that it was completely natural, completely skin-on-skin, was overwhelming. Alexis wrapped her long legs tightly around him, panting and moaning in desperate pleasure as she stared directly into his eyes, her face just inches from his. He could feel her pressing her hips up against him each time he thrusted into her and could tell she was just as into this as he was.

Maybe more so.

“Yes...yes...yes! FUCK YES, JASON!” she shrieked, and then she was coming again. He couldn’t believe the burst of raw, impossible bliss that enveloped him as he fucked her orgasming vagina. The increased heat, the sudden burst of wetness, the way her muscles clenched and spasmed and seemed to massage his dick as she screamed her way through another climax. He didn’t want to miss out, he wanted to come with her, come inside of her, and so he didn’t hold back. He let the pleasure wash over him, blast through him.

Jason began to orgasm along with her.

His voice joined hers as he yelled out in pleasure, then groaned her name over and over again as his cock began spewing out his seed into her as she continued orgasming too. Hot rapturous ecstasy pulsed through with each fresh contraction of his cock, renewing over and over again, filling him with with nothing but pleasure, stripping away the world around him. He could feel his hips jerking forward as his cock sprayed his seed into her, filling her, gratifying him in the most basic, most primal fashion that was possible.

When the orgasm began to ebb away, he was deposited back into his body and found himself atop Alexis, her legs still wrapped loosely around him, both of them gasping and sweaty. “Oh my,” Alexis whispered as she got her breath back. “Oh wow. That was...something else.”

“Yeah,” Jason groaned in response. “Fuck, that was so good.”

“Mmm...I gotta do a little cleanup.”

He got up off of her, carefully pulling out of her, and rolled onto his side. As she got up and moved into their bathroom, he realized that Lara and Hannah were staring at him intently, a look of almost feral intensity in their gaze.

“Hey…what’s up?” he asked.

“That was really hot,” Lara replied. “I’m really horny now.”

“Me too,” Hannah added.

“What did you have in mind?” Jason asked. He thought he might need a short break, but maybe not. He was feeling really horny. He’d softened up a little bit, but the idea of sex with one or both of them was already sending twitches of arousal through him.

“Can I have him? I’ve got something I really want,” Lara said.

“You can if you get me that double-headed dildo you’ve got,” Hannah replied.

Lara sprinted off, up the stairs. Alexis stepped out just as she did so. “What’s going on?” she asked, watching Lara go.

“You and I are fucking, my beautiful elf,” Hannah replied, stepping up and over to her. “Provided that you’re down with that.”

“I’ve not turned you down once yet,” Alexis replied, grinning at her.

“She’s off to get a toy for us to use, then she’s going to fuck Jason,” she explained.

“That sounds exciting,” Alexis said as she moved back over to the bed and sat down. Hannah began pulling off her clothes.

“Sex pretty much always is,” she replied.

Lara reappeared a moment later with the toy Hannah had asked for. As soon as she passed it off to her, the werewolf bounded over to the bed and looked at Jason. She was already naked. Lara could get naked fast.

“So Jason, I was hoping that you would be happy to fuck me in my werewolf form. But I wanted to try something we haven’t done yet.”

“What would that be?” he asked.

“I want you to be really rough with me, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh. Um, wow...yeah, I could certainly give that a try.”

“Good. Cause I’m even tougher in my werewolf body, which means you can be really rough with me if you want,” she said, her eyes widening in excitement. He’d taken to hitting Lara when they had sex sometimes, just as sometimes he’d taken to giving Hannah his blood during sex, right when he was climaxing inside of her, she would bite his neck. Both were highly unique, highly erotic experiences. Both were pleasurable in their own, strange ways.

“I’d like that,” he said.

“I’ll just bet you would,” Lara said with a smirk. She stepped back from the bed and closed her eyes, then, suddenly, she was transforming, becoming something else entirely. The petite tan woman shifted and changed, her limbs and torso changing shape, lengthening. Chestnut brown fur, the same color as her hair, grew from everywhere, covering her. A muzzle began to protrude slightly from her face, which was taking on a wolfish appearance. Watching her become a werewolf was something that never quite lost its luster.

It also got his heart hammering in his chest. Whether from fear or excitement, he’d never been able to determine.

Probably both.

When she had finished transforming, she still looked like herself, only now about six and a half feet tall and covered in fur, her face looking wolfish. She grinned broadly as she climbed onto the bed with him.

“I’ve been a bad girl,” she said, her voice rougher now. “I need to be punished.”

“Yes you do, you fucking whore,” Jason replied.

He grabbed her and forced her down onto her back, causing her to gasp. She was a lot harder to maneuver around in this form as she’d put on over a foot and probably a hundred pounds, but it wasn’t an impossible task. He shoved her violently onto her back, making sure to make enough room for Hannah and Alexis. They were standing beside the bed, nude and embracing, two pale, redheaded sex goddesses locking lips.

“Don’t be too rough,” Lara murmured.

“Shut up!” he snapped and slapped her. It didn’t have quite the satisfying sound as it did when he slapped her normally, because of the fur, but the effect was still basically the same. “Spread your fucking legs,” he growled at her, and she did so, looking up at him submissively. The look on her powerful, dangerous, wolfen face was a strange one, the two things clashing severely, but it was pretty hot, honestly.

Her legs open, he got up against her, guiding his cock into her. Fuck, he could feel the heat coming off of her like an open oven. And as he pushed his way into her, goddamn was she so fucking wet. He slipped right in and felt that intense tightness begin compressing his cock as he started fucking her, sliding rapidly and smoothly in and out of perfect werewolf pussy. He groaned as the pleasure hit him like a drug.

“Punish me, master,” Lara moaned.

“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed and hit her in the ribs with a closed fist. She cried out. He resisted the urge to join her. Damn, that hurt! He was sure his knuckles would be bruised. Well, he wasn’t doing that again, but she at least seemed to like it. Instead, he slapped her twice across the face, which was nowhere near as easy as it once had been when she was almost a foot shorter than him. But he still managed it, all the same.

Lara moaned when he wrapped his hands around her furry throat and squeezed. He heard a moan coming from his right and looked over. Hannah and Alexis were getting into it now. They were both lying on their backs, up against each other like they were going to scissor, but were going back and forth now, pushing against each other and moaning, the double-headed dildo between them. They were fucking themselves and each other with it, their movements synchronized perfectly. He was always amazed at that.

He was amazed a lot when it came to the paranormal ladies that he hung around.

Jason returned his attention to Lara, who was staring up at him with wide eyes, gasping now. He squeezed her throat a bit longer, then released it and slapped her as she sucked in a fresh breath. “Fucking teach you to be a bad girl, you fucking bitch,” he growled, then backhanded her. That was, apparently, the last straw.

She was coming then.

When a werewolf came, in her bestial form, it was a fucking occurrence. She practically howled, her entire body jerking violently as the first spasm of the climax hit her like a hammer. He continued pounding the fuck out of her as she started to come, because he knew she loved it when he fucked her orgasming vagina.

An incredible spray of sex juices, almost hot enough to hurt, escaped her pussy and got all over his legs and thighs and balls as she screamed her pleasure. His own bliss was beginning to overwhelm him. As he felt the orgasm coming on, he felt that same little bit of shame he did whenever the woman he was with made him come after only a few minutes, but tried to push it aside. He knew he was capable of lasting longer, his average lovemaking session with Hannah normally lasted about fifteen minutes or so, depending.

But they all tended to tell him the same thing: they didn’t care so long as they got off, which he pretty much always managed. He often tried hard to get them off before sex even started, just so that he knew for sure they had enjoyed an orgasm. And, on top of that, Hannah at least had told him that she didn’t really like long-winded sex. Sex was great, but eventually it just became exercise. And she didn’t mind sessions fifteen minutes or shorter. And sometimes she just wanted a quickie. Usually in the morning they just fucked as fast as they could, racing each other to orgasm. Those sessions were, he thought, maybe the best.

Jason began to come inside of Lara.

He closed his eyes as he was thrown into his own universe of rapturous ecstasy, the pleasure filling him like a lurid pink light. He sprayed his seed into her, filling her up, reveling in the sexual gratification. And the knowledge that he was having sex with not only a very attractive woman, not only a paranormal woman, not only a werewolf, but also a good friend of his and a woman who was not his girlfriend, only magnified the pleasure even more. He loved fucking Lara and hadn’t truly known how amazing it felt to be in a relationship like this, not just the physical rewards but the emotional ones as well.

He felt so close to the three women in this room.

He and Lara finished orgasming just in time to catch the tail end of Hannah’s and Alexis’s sensual sex session. Both women were flushed and sweating now, moaning intensely, beautiful pale breasts bouncing magnificently as they pounded their crotches against each other, fucking themselves and each other with the toy. Both women were moaning almost continuously now, their faces masks of concentration.

Within a minute, both of them were enjoying their own orgasms. Jason watched intently, still inside of Lara, still kind of stiff from his lust, though he knew it wouldn’t last a lot longer. He was sexed out for the moment. When they had finished coming, Hannah and Alexis fell back to the bed, panting, trying to get their breaths back.

“I am so glad you came over, Alexis,” Hannah said. She sat up and shifted, laying against the woman’s naked body and embracing her, nuzzling against her. Hannah tended to get very affectionate after sex.

“Me too. Somehow I forget how amazing sex is when I’m in one of my obsessive phases...okay, that’s not entirely true. I just ignore it. But now that I’m getting such regular and awesome sex from the three of you, it’s a lot harder to ignore. I think I might have to spend the night and hang around for tomorrow too...to catch up on all the sex I’ve been missing out on. Do you think that would be okay?” she asked.

“I’ll have to do some work for a little while, but yeah,” Jason replied.

“I’m free,” Hannah said.

“I’d love to have you around...mmm, hey! Maybe all four of us can have a slumber party down here. This bed is big enough for it.”

“Barely,” Hannah said. “Not that I’m complaining. That’d be awesome.” She looked over at him. “Jason?”

“Seriously? You’d think I’d turn down sleeping in a bed with three naked, horny women?” he replied.

Alexis laughed. “Point take. Can we shower now? I seem to remember the shower down here being really big.”

“It is, and yes, you can. We all should,” Hannah replied.

They got up off the bed and collectively headed for the bathroom. As soon as they were inside, Hannah turned the water up hot and the four of them closed themselves inside the huge shower. The first few minutes went by in silence as the group washed themselves off, getting themselves clean after the furious and frantic sex session.

Jason looked over at Lara, who had transformed back on the walk to the bathroom. “So, how was it?” he asked.

“Just as good as I remember. It’s been awhile since I’ve done it. Everything is heightened and more intense. I’m probably going to want to do that more often, now that I know you’re good at it,” she replied.

“You were concerned I wasn’t?” he asked, grinning at her.

“Not particularly.”

“Jason, you said you had to do some work tomorrow, but that phrasing doesn’t quite match up with how you normally say it,” Alexis said.

He glanced over at her. “What do you mean?”

“‘Do some work implies’ something a bit more casual, like you can get to it whenever. Normally you say go to work, since you have to leave the house and stay at your job for several hours at a time. Do you have tomorrow off and have some chores to do?” she asked.

“Oh! You don’t know,” he replied, suddenly excited. Hannah and Lara were both intimately familiar with the work he’d been doing lately and the new turn his life had taken, and although Delilah had been happy for him, her interest had been a little distant, more polite than anything else. Not that he could really blame her, honestly. Writing books and making potions were two pretty different things, and Delilah wasn’t much of a reader, and he wasn’t much of an alchemist either. But Alexis would understand, she would be interested and thrilled.

“Don’t know what?” she replied.

“One of the main reasons these two decided they wanted to put up with me full time was so that I could quit my job and make a real try at writing a novel,” he replied.

“Really?! That’s so awesome! How far along are you? Can I read it?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m approaching a third of the way finished. And I’m still so totally using your cover. That thing was fucking amazing.”

“Thank you,” she said, coming over and hugging him.

“You’re welcome. I’d like you to read it, at least once it’s done. I was hoping to have some more experienced eyes on it. Between you, Hannah, and Lara, and all of your years of experience reading and, in Hannah’s case, writing, I think I should have a pretty strong novel,” he said. He’d actually had Hannah read what he had written yesterday and she’d made several suggestions to him, and he was extremely grateful that he’d done it so early, because they were way easier to fix when you were only a third of the way in.

He knew it would take more time, but that was fine. It was worth it. He wanted to get this one right, and that tended to take time.

“I’m happy for you. A pursuit of passion is deeply satisfying,” Alexis said.

He had to agree with her. As they continued chatting, he found himself looking forward to the rest of the night and the following day. Not just for the sex, (which was surely going to be great), but because he’d honestly missed talking with Alexis.

It was going to be a great time.

CHAPTER FOUR

Jason found himself wondering, as he zipped up his jacket and followed Delilah out to her car, if maybe he was spending too much time away from his work lately. Yesterday had almost been a wash, not completely, but almost. It had been taken up mostly by Alexis and all the ‘making-up-for-lost-time’ sex she had been having with all three of them. He’d made love to her four times yesterday, in one way or another. Not that he was complaining.

Twice he’d been involved in a threesome.

As he got into Delilah’s car and buckled up, he also found himself thinking of the absurdity of that thought. Six months ago, the idea of having sex four times in one day, let alone being involved in two threesomes with different women, (the first had been with Lara, the second with Hannah), seemed beyond mere fantasy.

It sounded flat out impossible.

And yet it had happened.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“It’s a halfway decent day out, I figured we could take a walk through the park, then hit up the food court at the mall and get something to eat,” she replied.

“Sounds good.”

He’d managed to get a couple thousand words written between the sex sessions, but had ended up going to bed early, just after eleven at night, after Hannah and Alexis had almost fucked him into a coma and then Hannah had taken some blood. Not as much as usual, given how tired he already was, but enough that he fell asleep almost immediately. He’d woken late this morning, sleeping for almost twelve solid hours, and it had taken a groggy sex session with Alexis (one more for the road, she had said), and then another, slightly less-groggy session with Hannah in the shower. And it had been a long, hot shower.

He’d ended up getting an energy drink, but had only managed to work for about an hour and a half before Delilah had come calling. She was strangely insistent that she needed him to come hang out with her, and he’d caught a little bit of subtle interplay between her and Hannah and her and Lara. He thought, and it was an uncertain thought, yet he still felt it was right, that she had subtly asked them to let him come alone, and they’d given their assent, without actually saying or hardly doing anything. Paranormal women had their own language.

They would probably be surprised to learn that he’d picked up on any of it, and Hannah often was whenever he said something about it. And so he’d managed to get a bit written, but now he found himself being driven through a chilled city with the sun already lowering towards the horizon. It was almost four o’clock and the sunshine wouldn’t last very much longer. He couldn’t wait until March or April hit.

“How’s your work coming?” Delilah asked.

He glanced over at her. She had on sunglasses, a white tanktop, and pink jogging shorts, and she looked fucking amazing. “Okay,” he replied. “How is it that you aren’t cold?”

“Natural immunity to cold,” she answered. “Part of being a witch.”

“Huh, nice.”

“Yep, makes winter a hell of a lot easier to deal with. I had to develop it a little bit, to get to this level. So I got a text from Alexis earlier today. She told me the three of you fucked her stupid,” she said with a grin.

“Heh...yeah. She came calling night before last. Said she got caught up in some huge art project,” he replied.

“I saw it. I was over there before I came here. It’s so amazing. You should check it out when you get the chance. I think she’s going to sell it.”

“Really? After all that work? All that...obsession?”

“She told me once that she truly prescribed to that philosophy about the journey and not the destination. She cares more about the doing and less about the result, you know?”

“I kinda get it,” he replied. It was something he heard a lot, one of those platitudes that people said, and he wondered if it would apply to him. Would he feel some intense sense of triumph when he finished his first novel, would it feel worth it? If so, how long would that last? How long before the feeling faded?

Maybe it really was the journey.

“So, uh...what’s up? Why do you want to hang out all of the sudden?” he asked.

“I need a reason?” she replied. If it had been anyone else, he’d be worried that he’d pissed them off, but he could almost hear the sly smile in her voice and knew he was onto something. She had some kind ulterior motive.

Delilah often did, not that that was necessarily a bad thing.

“You often do,” he answered.

She snorted. “Fair enough. I do have a reason. But I won’t tell you. Not yet. Let’s just enjoy the day for now.”

“What’s left of it. I hate winter,” Jason replied. He realized he was headed towards being gloomy and tried to change that. “How’s work? Anything interesting?”

“It’s going pretty well. Winter is where I make most of my money. That’s part of the reason I’m doing this. I need a distraction that isn’t...” she paused for a minute, considering what to say. “A distraction that isn’t complicated.”

“I’m a distraction? And uncomplicated?” he replied.

“Yep. Does that bother you?”

“I guess not.”

“Good. I’ll explain. I tend to hang out around witches, and other paranormal types. Vampires, warlocks, werewolves for the most part. When paranormal people hang around other paranormal people, with some exceptions, obviously, they tend to get...complicated. Hannah and Lara and Alexis are, for the most part, exempt from this. I’m not sure if it’s intentional or not. And by complicated, I mean...there’s a lot of subterfuge, a lot of social intrigue. Think of...like, politics, I guess. Everything means something, people are often scheming, subtly vying for power over each other. Not necessarily in a bad way, I mean, for the most part, but it’s like we can’t help ourselves. We obsess over secrets and plots and machinations.”

“And you don’t like it?” he replied.

“No, I do. I mean, less so now than I used to when I was younger. It’s still fun. But it can get exhausting. And I think Hannah and Lara just got sick of it from their time in Thorne. And Alexis probably never got into it. She’s always been...tender. But you are not complicated, Jason. You don’t really do any of it. Everything you say, you do so with pretty much simple bluntness. There’s never really any hidden meaning behind what you say or do. I can take it all at face value. And there is something remarkably refreshing about that.”

“Well...thanks,” he said.

She laughed. “You’re welcome.”

They drove on.

…

The park was full of dead trees and plants, but it was actually pretty nice out. Although Jason was reluctant to call the day comfortable, it was at least tolerable with a jacket on. He and Delilah walked along a path among what once had been lush gardens and a now dry artificial river where fish who were now stored away somewhere warm for the winter once swam.

“You asked about interesting stories, earlier,” she said, taking his hand. Her skin was very warm. “I don’t have many. Most of the stuff I do is pretty bland and by the book by now. There was this guy who showed up, though, who has mistaken a hair growing potion for an impotency potion. Spat it out before he swallowed it, thank God, but there was hair all over his tongue and cheeks.” She laughed at the memory. “I managed to fix it for him. Poor bastard.”

“That would so suck,” Jason muttered.

He noticed she was beginning to get a little more distracted. They finished up their walk through the park and by the time they were back in her car and driving towards the mall, it was dark. She struck up another conversation.

“How are things going with you and Hannah? And Lara? And Alexis?” she asked.

“Pretty great. You know, I’d always considered...no, that’s the wrong word. As if I’d ever thought the option would be open to me. More I fantasized about being in a relationship with more than one woman. For obvious reasons.”

“Not a bad fantasy,” Delilah murmured.

“Yeah. But I’d read about open relationships online and there’s just so many...horror stories. And a lot of people seem to think it never works.”

Delilah snorted and rolled her eyes. “People don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. Just because they don’t think it would work for them, they have to assume it won’t work for anyone,” she replied.

“Yeah. Or they go so far as to say it’s actually wrong, that something’s wrong with you if you want to be in an open relationship...” He shook his head. “But it’s going really well. Although I’m not really in a relationship with anyone else besides Hannah. I’m in love with her, in a relationship with her, and with everyone else, we’re just really good friends that have sex. Well...” he paused.

“Yeah?” Delilah prodded. They were coming into the mall parking lot. It was mostly empty. She parked, killed the engine, and looked at him.

“I feel pretty close with Alexis, and I think she feels that way with me. She says it’s been a long time since she’s been with a human she could trust enough to let inside of her on any consistent basis. She isn’t hanging around me just to fuck every now and then. I think she really likes me.”

“I think so, too,” Delilah replied.

They got out and hurried across the lot. Entering the food court, they ordered some pizza from one of the stalls that were still open, grabbed their food, and went to sit down by the windows, away from the few other people around.

“What about you?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Nothing serious right now, beyond you really.”

“We’re serious?”

She laughed. “Not that serious. I actually hang out with you. I see so many people in the course of my job and normal social life that I don’t really seek people out, for the most part. And I’m a pretty social person. You’re really the only guy that I fuck on a regular basis that I actually come and ask to hang out with me. So you should feel special.”

“I do,” he replied.

They kept chatting for close to an hour, long after the food was gone. The more time went on, the more he noticed that she was getting fidgety. Eventually, when the conversation ran down, she stood up. “Come on,” she said, quickly throwing the remains of her meal away. He did the same and followed her out of the mall.

“Where to next?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied with a smirk.

So maybe now he was going to see what was up. They got into her car and she drove them wordlessly through the mostly empty parking lot. She didn’t get back on the road. Instead, she drove around to the back of the mall, towards the area where they loaded and unloaded supplies from semis. It was mostly blocked from view and there was no one back there.

“Now what?” he asked after she’d parked and killed the engine and the lights.

She turned to stare at him in the very dim light from the mall, all they had to see by. “Now we get in the back seat,” she replied softly, her voice growing husky.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but the two of them ended up in the back seat of her car. Jason could feel his heart hammering in his chest now. As soon as they were sitting back there together, Delilah laid a hand on his lap, started to move it slowly back and forth. “Have you guessed why I’ve brought you here?” she asked.

“I think so,” he replied, staring at her. She seemed ghostly and intensely beautiful in the dim light. “But this seems a little risky.”

“I know,” she said, and kissed him.

He kissed her back, unable to help himself. On the one hand, he was afraid of being caught. This was technically illegal. But there was no one around, no one that they could see anyway, and no one was likely to show up. Well, probably. All of this was just rationalization, though, because he really, really wanted to fuck her right now.

“You seem complicit,” she murmured, working at his pants now.

“Uh-huh,” he managed.

She smiled into the kiss. “Having a little trouble thinking there, Jason?”

“Uh-huh.”

This time she laughed. Now she had his dick out and she began to massage it expertly one-handed. “You boys are so easy.”

“I’m okay with that,” he replied.

“Fair enough.” She kissed him for a little bit longer, using her tongue like a professional kisser, and then put her head in his lap and showed him the other skill that he was already very familiar with. Jason groaned, placing his hand on the back of her head as it moved rapidly up and down. He could feel her working fast, getting a big mouthful of spit worked up, coating his cock in it, providing some impromptu lube.

She came back up and quickly got out of her pink shorts.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

“Don’t come in me, Jason,” she said as she got on top of him, straddling him. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he replied.

“Thank you. I’ll suck you dry after the sex instead. I just don’t have a way to clean up properly and I’m not driving around with a mess inside me and leaking out,” she replied, then gasped along with him as she got his cock into her.

She slowly lowered herself down his saliva-coated, rigid length. The pleasure burned into him, raw and unstoppable. He reached around and down, settling his hands on her big ass. Delilah rested her head on his shoulder as she rode him slowly and smoothly, moaning quietly in his ear. “That’s a good boy,” she whispered. “Just sit there and let me fuck you. Let me use your cock like a fucking sex toy, Jason,” she moaned.

He was more than happy to.

Delilah cried out softly as she satisfied her pussy with his dick, going a little faster now. The closeness and darkness of the car was incredibly intimate. He could feel the heat coming off of her body, could hear her gasping in pleasure as she fucked him. It was like there was just the two of them, like there was no one else in the entire universe right then. Of course, at the same time, there was the possibility that someone could be staring at them right now, and that only made him hornier. And fuck did he want to come inside of her.

She seemed to be able to sense that. After about five minutes of frantically fucking his dick, she pulled back. “You wanna come, don’t you?” she asked, her face flushed, eyes wide, grinning broadly at him.

“Yeah,” he replied, the word coming out as a gasp.

“Okay, fair enough.”

She got off of him suddenly and put her head back down in his lap. He cried out as she took his dick into her mouth and started sucking him off, rapidly bobbing her head as she used her fingers at the same time.

Delilah had him orgasming inside of thirty seconds.

Jason groaned her name loudly as he began to shoot his seed into her mouth. She just kept sucking, taking his entire load in. He could feel it spraying out of his dick, could feel waves upon waves of pleasure washing through him. Delilah kept sucking until he had nothing left to give, then sat up and pulled her shorts back on.

“There,” she said, all business now as she climbed into the front seat again, seemingly satisfied. “Now we’ve had our fun.”

“Yeah,” he replied weakly, tucking himself away and zipping and buttoning his pants up again. He climbed up front after her. “Lots of fun.”

“There’s always a lot of fun when you hang out with me,” Delilah said.

As she turned on the car and started driving away, he found that he had to agree with her.

…

“You know, you should probably start thinking about your online presence.”

Jason looked over. He’d been laying on his and Hannah’s bed, doing nothing in particular, trying to let his mind settle. He’d been at it for three solid weeks. After Alexis’s visit, he’d spent some time with her, had gone over to her house to see her work of art. Her masterpiece. And it was. It actually was what he’d call a fucking masterpiece.

The level of detail had been insane. For a moment, he’d actually thought he was looking at an ultra-high-def photograph. But no, it was a painting. It was the kind of thing you saw in a very high profile art gallery or a museum.

“And you’re really going to just sell this?” he’d asked her.

“Yeah. Why? You wouldn’t? Someone just offered half a million for it,” she had told him.

Which was insane, and yet, he couldn’t say the painting was unworthy of it. Two weeks of deliriously hard work in exchange for five hundred grand. Well, less after taxes, but still. Holy shit. He’d congratulated her, still mystified by how casually she acted about the whole thing. But, he supposed, when you were as old as she was, and had seen and done as much as she had, it must have been hard to get excited about much.

But after that visit, he hadn’t left the house much, except to go out on a date with Hannah, (she’d finally started coming out of hibernation mode), and to hang out with Delilah a few times. In the meantime, he’d been writing his ass off. It was all he did, all he wanted to do most of the time. Although inspiration wasn’t always there, (it had always been a problem), the motivation was. For the most part.

And he’d written, and written.

And then he’d written some more.

The upshot of all of this was that he was about three quarters of the way done with the novel. Today that had really hit home. When he’d finished up the current chapter he’d been working on and had gone to double-check what he’d written for the following chapter, to refresh himself and make sure it all still made sense, he’d seen just how far he’d come. Jason had glanced at the word count, and thought it was a mistake.

But it was there, plain as fact.

He’d actually written that much in a little over a month. He knew that he was going fast for most novelists, but he also knew that current novelists actually moved pretty briskly. Before the digital revolution, an author that released a book a year was considered fast. Now there were authors who released four or five books a year.

Fuck, some people released a book a month.

Which struck him as absolutely insane. He’d never get there, he was sure. He just didn’t have it in him. But three or four books a year? Yeah, he could do that. On top of that, it wasn’t like his book was overtly long. If it were a paperback, (he was still figuring out exactly how to do that if you were self-published, he knew it was possible at least), it was probably be above average sized. And he could live that.

Not every book had to be a fucking eight hundred page epic.

It had been about three hours ago that he’d made this realization, and he’d decided that it was probably about time he’d passed it off to Hannah, for her to start reading. And Lara, too. And he’d shipped a copy over to Alexis.

He was sure he was in for a rough time, but it was necessary.

“What do you mean?” he replied.

Hannah had been reading on her laptop at her desk, beginning the task of editing. He’d been wandering around the house, trying to clear his head. He’d showered, eaten, fooled around with Lara for a little while, then watched some TV, and finally had come back downstairs. He was surprised that Hannah was still reading.

“You need to start setting up your social media presence,” she replied, turning away from the laptop now. “You need to create an author page on the big social media sites, need to start doing some promotion. I can give you some help, but I’ll be honest, I’ve been out of the game for awhile and I didn’t really have to take care of much of that myself. Well, on the promotion side. And I was kind of lucky, I didn’t really need to be in the limelight. Well, honestly, I avoided it on purpose. Because of the whole vampire thing.”

“I guess I could do that. I guess I should do that,” he murmured, thinking about it. God, he didn’t even have an e-mail set up in his name. And he was going to need a website, probably. A blog. What the hell was he going to blog about? Why would anyone care? But he knew what she was saying was true. You couldn’t just opt out of social media, not if you wanted to succeed. And he did want to succeed, obviously.

If he was going to take this seriously, he was going to have to get into this.

“I bet Lara would know about this,” he said suddenly, sitting up.

“Probably. She’s way more savvy with this kind of stuff. The two of you should draw up a list and then let me see it when you’re done. I don’t know if I can add anything, but I might be able to think of something the two of you missed,” she replied.

“Okay.” He got up and moved over to her, kissing her. “Thanks for helping me with all of this,” he said.

She smiled at him. “You’re welcome. And I’m happy to. This kind of stuff is actually pretty fun,” she replied.

He headed upstairs as she went back to work. He saw that Lara’s door was open. Good, she wasn’t doing a live show or anything of the sort right now. Jason knocked on her door. Lara was sitting at her desk and even as he was knocking, she spun around in her computer chair, her lips pursed. “I’ve told you you don’t have to knock if it’s open,” she said.

“Force of habit,” he replied, coming in and sitting down on the bed. She was currently completely naked. Despite just how many times he’d seen her naked, how many times they’d had sex or fooled around, he still found it hard not to stare at her fantastic body. He glanced down at her vagina, then looked back up.

“What’s up?” she asked, smirking at him. He knew she got a small thrill of power out of it whenever he couldn’t help but check her out.

“Hannah just raised a very good point. I need a social media presence,” he replied.

“I was wondering when you were going to get to that. Yeah, it’s a great idea. And I’ve been doing it for a few years now, so I should be able to help you think of some stuff and actually navigate the mess of getting it all set up.”

“Thanks. I’d really appreciate it. Where should we start?” he asked.

“Well, if you haven’t already, I think a good first step is setting up an email address in the name you’re using for your books...”

They worked for about an hour and a half, coming up with a list and going through the basics of tackling this task.

By the time there was a knock at the door, Jason felt a lot better about his odds than he had before. He’d honestly been a little scared: he’d never had any success at his few forays into social media before. But Lara knew what she was doing. They’d set up the email, and then had promptly bought a domain name. She said that between the two of them, she and Hannah would be able to craft a pretty great-looking website. They’d also set up very basic profiles on a few of the more prominent social media sites.

They had just been discussing the possibility of sending out the first three chapters in a promo package and tracking down some people who offered fair reviews in exchange for free copies of the book, when the knock came.

“Wonder if that’s Delilah or Alexis,” Lara said as she got up.

“Could be someone else,” Jason replied, following her.

“No one else comes here.”

“That’s a good point.”

She answered the door without bothering to put on even a single article of clothing. It turned out to be Delilah. The busty blonde looked down almost immediately. “Wow,” she said, “I just realized it’s been too long since I’ve seen your pussy.”

Lara snorted as she stepped back, letting the witch in. “You saw my pussy last Tuesday when we had that threesome and you ate me out,” she replied, closing the door behind her.

“And that is too long,” Delilah replied. She hugged and kissed both of them, and then they all sat down on the couch.

“What’s up?” Jason asked. “Come to kidnap me again?”

“Yes, actually,” she replied.

“What do you need him for this time?” Lara asked.

“Not for me, actually. I’ve got a good friend who I’m...a little worried about.”

“Who?” Lara asked.

“You don’t know her all that well. Kylee.”

“...the succubus sculptor?” she asked after a moment.

Delilah nodded. “Yes, her. I don’t have any, like, specific concerns about her. She just seems so...despondent lately. Kind of low. We were just talking yesterday, catching up, and she mentioned how bored she was becoming with her casual flings, and she was thinking about looking for something with some more substance, something more real, but she didn’t feel like bothering with any other paranormals, and it was hard to have something real with a human once they knew what she was, and she didn’t want to have to go to the trouble of hiding her nature from anyone. So you can see why you came to mind,” she explained.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Jason replied. “What do you mean by ‘real’ though? I mean, what are you actually expecting me to do?”

“Nothing hard,” Delilah replied. “I want you to take her out on a date. Just...treat her like you treat us.”

“I can do that.”

“I figured you could.” Delilah stood up, then hesitated. “Ugh, I’m forgetting something. I know I came over here for two reasons...” Her eyes lit up suddenly. “Lara! You’ve been telling me about your metalworking, how’s it going? I want to know.”

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Lara replied, hopping up off the couch and heading through the house. Over the past three weeks, Lara had really thrown herself into her old hobby, which Jason really thought of as more of a passion.

They came into what had once been her secondary living room. It had been converted into an impromptu metalworking shop. There were tables, and a lot of tools and raw materials spread across them that Jason didn’t really recognize. She’d had the floor and walls done up with a fire-resistance spell. She’d been spending a lot of time in there. She’d already completed that statuette of Hannah, naked and beautiful. She’d even gone so far as to paint it. It perched on an end table in one corner of the room and Delilah immediately went over to it.

“Oh my God, this is so amazing,” she said, crouching down and studying it. “I mean damn that looks good. And not just because Hannah is so fucking hot. The detail is incredible.”

“Thanks,” Lara replied. “I also did a robot and I’ve been working on a little group of deer just recently. Close to finishing them up.”

Jason looked over the ones she’d talked about. The robot looked really good too. It was a foot and a half tall, covered in a gleaming chrome finish. A shitload of detail had gone into it. She’d given it blue-painted lights and a lot of little grooves and pieces of tech sticking out of it. And the deer, even unpainted, looked amazing.

She’d told him that the inspiration for it was from her childhood. Deer used to come through her neighborhood at night and in the very early morning, and sometimes she’d wake up and look out her window and see them there, cautiously foraging. The scene depicted that. It was one whole piece. There was the ground, and he could see it was mostly barren, and so was the tree, so it must be winter. The tree, skeletal, almost like a hand, rose from the center. There were four deer around it. Two had their heads down, a third was looking back over its shoulder, a look of caution on its face, the fourth was looking up at the tree.

“I don’t know how you do this,” he murmured, studying it intently.

“Time. Patience. Practice. Effort,” she replied. “I did this for years and years as a hobby. And you’ve got to remember, my werewolf blood gives me really, really good hand-eye coordination and fine motor control.”

“It’s still amazing,” Delilah said.

They hung around for a little bit longer, and then Delilah said it was time to get going. He let Hannah know where he was going, then they headed out to her car.

“You get to drive again,” she said. “I have to talk with Kylee.”

“About what?” he asked, catching the keys as she tossed them to him and getting in.

“About this, what we’re doing,” she replied, sliding in next to him.

“Wait...you haven’t told her you’re doing this?” he asked. “What if she doesn’t want to do this? You’re just going to spring this on her?”

Delilah began programming the GPS. “Don’t worry. She wants this, she might just need a little...convincing.”

“Great.”

“Don’t worry, Jason,” Delilah insisted.

Well, it was a twenty minute drive, so he got to driving. Delilah punched in the number on her cellphone and he got to listen to her half the conversation. She spent the first few minutes chatting the succubus up, and then got around to what they were doing.

“Don’t give me that, Kylee,” Delilah said, her tone of voice somehow conveying, at the same time, firmness and friendliness. “No, Kylee, you’re doing this. You’ve been shut up in your house for two weeks now with just the occasional boytoy over for a fuck session. You were just complaining about how you need something more real. Well, this guy is real.” A pause. “Of course he’s cute. And he’s human. He’s very nice, and he’s wonderful in bed.” Another pause. “Yeah, I guess it doesn’t really matter with a succubus.”

Jason resisted the urge to sigh. It was weird being talked about like this.

“Kylee, will you just trust me?” Another pause. “Look, he’s just going to take you out on a date, okay? Yeah, a date. Well, look, we’re already on our way over, so you better be getting ready...yes, Kylee, he’s sweet...hmm, that’s an interesting idea.” Great, another interesting idea. “Yeah, that’s a good point. Okay, be ready. I’ll drop him off in about five minutes.”

She hung up. “So what was all that about?” he asked.

“She’s ready to go out on a date with you. Treat her well, Jason. I mean, I know that pretty much goes without saying, especially with you. You’re sweet, and kind. Just treat her like you do us. Everything will go fine.”

“What’s her idea?”

“You’ll see.”

He sighed and drove on.

…

Kylee lived apparently a bit more modestly than some of the other paranormal ladies he’d been hanging out with lately.

Though the neighborhood and house she called home could by no means be called rundown, it seemed a lot plainer and a lot closer to the city center. Something about that appealed to him, not that he was complaining about where he lived now or Alexis’s house. It was nice too, just on a bit of a different level. He pulled into the driveway behind a simple blue four-door car and then sat there for a minute.

“So I just...go knock on the door?” he asked.

“Yes. Just treat it like a normal date. You’ll do fine, Jason,” Delilah replied. “Now go. Shoo. Get out of my car.”

He was glad he’d showered earlier.

Jason got out of the car and Delilah gave him a quick kiss goodbye, then she pulled out of the driveway and left. He looked at the house, then started walking across the yard. Coming to the front door, he knocked. As he stood there waiting, Jason reflected that he really shouldn’t be this nervous. He was in a serious relationship with a vampire decades older than he was, and he was in, to varying degrees, casual sexual relationships with a werewolf, a witch, and an elf, all of them also older than him. This had been going on for months now.

Why was he this nervous?

He suppose that it was because this was a completely brand new person. He’d never met Kylee before, never even heard of her before today. And he was just supposed to successfully take her out on a date? She was a succubus, which made her even more intimidating. How old was she? How much had she experienced? How was he possibly supposed to interest her? She was coming now, he could hear her footsteps.

The door opened.

Two thoughts immediately entered his head. The first was that she seemed very plain for a succubus. The succubi he had seen before, even when they were what they called ‘projecting’, or appearing as a human, were beyond sexy. They looked like supermodels and actresses and porn stars. The other thought was that there was a fucking spark there. As his eyes met her brown ones, something seemed to pop between them, like something electrical overloading. From the way her breath caught very slightly in her chest and the slight widening of her eyes, he could tell that she had felt it too. What did that mean?

“Hello, Kylee. It’s very nice to meet you,” he said, trying to figure out what he should say. She smiled, so that was apparently the right thing. Or at least not a wrong thing.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she said, then she hesitated. “Um...I just realized that Delilah actually didn’t tell me your name.”

She stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him.

“Jason,” he replied helpfully.

“That’s a nice name,” she said.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

He studied her. She wasn’t unattractive, just...surprisingly plain for a succubus. She was several inches shorter than he was, her skin not exactly pale but not exactly tan. Her dirty blonde hair was a little limp, pulled into a simple ponytail. She had a dusting of acne scars across her cheeks and she had a small scar on her forehead. She wore a simple brown dress. He thought she was still pretty, but in a more natural, subtle way that a human woman might be. She also wasn’t wearing any makeup, something that he liked.

It occurred to him that the reason he was noticing this as much as he was was because the women he’d been spending so much time with, sleeping with, and dating, were so unnaturally beautiful. In a way, Kylee was actually very refreshing. And she was doing this on purpose, he remembered, because succubi chose their outward appearance. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something, studying him as well.

“So, um...you ready to go out on a date with me?” he asked, still unsure of what else to say. God, he was stupid in situations like this.

“Yes, I’d like that,” she replied, favoring him with a smile. She had a really beautiful smile. Kylee stuck her hand out.

He took it. “Where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Tonight, I don’t really want to think too much,” she replied as she grabbed her keys and went outside.

“In other words, I choose,” he replied.

She nodded. “Yep.”

Well, great. He was pretty bad at picking stuff like this. Or he thought he was. They made their way to the car. “You want me to drive?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

He almost went and unlocked the driver’s side door, then remembered that he was on a date, and Delilah had emphasized that he was to be very nice, so he walked around with her to the passenger’s side, unlocked and opened up the door for her. He saw her smiling as she got into the car. He closed her door firmly and then moved around to the driver’s side. Slipping in, he started up the car, and then stopped, thinking furiously about where to take her. She had a GPS at least. He was unfamiliar with this part of town.

“Jason,” Kylee said, and he looked over at her. She seemed a little less...inscrutable now, less hard to read, and a little kinder and more relaxed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be difficult. I’m not that hard to please. Okay?”

“Okay,” he replied, feeling more relieved. He thought about it for a little bit longer, then came to a decision. It had been awhile since he’d had really good sandwiches, and there was a place that served excellent, toasted sandwiches in town. Maybe not classic ‘date’ material, but Kylee didn’t exactly strike him as someone who was overly concerned with the classics. So he punched it into the GPS and saw that it was about fifteen minutes away.

He pulled out and started driving.

“So tell me about yourself, Jason,” Kylee said. “I have to admit, I’m very interested in how you ended up in this position. You are, unquestioningly, human. I can detect that. How is it that you came to meet Delilah?”

“Well...that’s a little bit of a story,” he replied. “Do you know Hannah?”

“Hannah...Hannah...redheaded vampire?” she asked after a moment. He nodded. “Yes, vaguely. I think I saw her at a few parties last year. And I know she’s, um...the werewolf...Lara! Lara’s best friend in the whole world. Do you know Lara? I imagine if you know Delilah you must know Lara.”

“I live with Lara,” he replied.

Her eyes widened. “Really? You live with a werewolf?”

“And a vampire. Hannah and I are dating, and Lara asked us to move in with her.”

“Holy shit. How long have you been dating? And...oh my,” she murmured, suddenly reaching out and gently touching his neck. The skin on skin contact made him shudder in a good way and his breath catch slightly. “It’s very serious,” she said softly, and he knew she was seeing and touching the bite marks. “Very, very serious.”

“It is. We’re in love,” he replied.

“That’s so amazing. How long have you been together?”

“Approaching four months,” he replied. “We’ve known each other for about six months.”

“And it’s...working?”

“Yeah. It’s working very well.”

“Hmm. Sorry, I’m not trying to imply anything bad about you or her. It’s just that...I’ve seen a lot of humans try to have relationships with a lot of paranormals, and I’d say, ninety percent of the time, maybe more, it just doesn’t work. Often, either one or both parties are dating the other for other reasons beyond love or even simple lust. And a lot of times they find that they’re incompatible. And humans are generally...” She hesitated, looked over at him.

“Generally what?” he asked.

“I don’t want to offend you.”

“That’s hard to do,” he said.

That cause her to laugh a little bit. “I guess it would be, if you’re in love with a vampire and living with a werewolf, too. Humans are strangely...prudish, I guess. They have some weird ideas. And a lot of times humans can’t handle how...sexual, we are. Paranormals, I mean. Succubi are obviously overtly sexual. Sex is a way of life for us. It gives us power, sustains us, fills us with such pleasure. We live for it. But vampires, elves, werewolves, witches...they’re all often highly sexual. And we don’t form attachments in the same way humans so often seem to. We’re much more...free with our love and our sex.”

“I know exactly what you mean, and I’m not quite like that. I mean, I’m still new to the whole...open relationship thing, but it’s going pretty well so far.”

“So are you fucking Lara?” she asked.

He glanced over at her and she smirked. “Sorry if that’s too blunt.”

“It’s not, I guess. I’ve gotten used to bluntness. Yes, I have sex with Lara on a regular basis. Both Hannah and I do. And I’ve had a lot of sex with Delilah.”

“Wow, you get around,” she said and then reached over and laid a hand on his thigh. She began to move it slowly up and down.

“I do,” he murmured.

“Any other fuck friends I might know?” she asked.

He swallowed. Although nothing about her had changed physically, he could suddenly feel her raw sexuality in the close confines of the car. He went from limp to erect in just a few seconds and it became hard to concentrate.

“I’m not sure who all you know,” he answered, making himself focus. “But Alexis is a close, personal friend of mine.”

“I know Alexis. She’s very pretty,” Kylee replied. Her hand lingered a few seconds more, then she returned it. The sex appeal slowly bled away, but didn’t disappear completely. It was a bit easier to concentrate now.

He drove on.

…

Kylee didn’t have a problem with the sandwich shop.

It was already darkening outside by the time they pulled up into the mostly vacant lot. He held her hand as they walked into the shop. They put in their orders and then went to sit across from each other in a booth near the back of the building.

“So what about you?” he asked. “Did you come here from Thorne like everyone else apparently did?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“Wow. What about before that? I’ve never been too clear on how succubi, you know, become succubi. Or are you born that way?”

“You can become a succubus or an incubus. I was born one. If a succubus chooses to, she can become pregnant and give birth. My mother gave birth to me about a hundred years ago. She decided to settle down with my father. She loved him intensely. I lived in California for the first fifty years of my life, then struck out on my own and actually went all over the world. I mean, it’s easy as hell for me to make money or get stuff that I want. Guys will trade basically anything for sex with a succubus,” she replied.

“Well...that makes sense,” he replied. “It’s pretty fantastic.”

“You’ve made love with a succubus before?” she asked.

“Yeah. Once. An escort. It was a, uh, present from Hannah.”

That smile returned. “Very interesting...well, after I traveled all over Europe and Asia and some of Africa, I ended up in Thorne. This was in the eighties. It was practically exploding then. I got an apartment, got an escort’s license, and got right to it. I decided that I wanted to be fucking rich and live like it. And I found out something really interesting.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“If you’ve got the skills, even if you’re straight-up new to the game, as I’d never been an ‘official’ escort before, if you tell people something is worth three thousand dollars with enough confidence and certainty, they’ll fucking believe you. I bought myself some advertising and operated out of my town house, which was very nice, very upscale, and charged three thousand dollars for a night of pleasure with me. And they paid it.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right? I had a lot of businessmen, some drug lords, politicians, CEOs, movie stars, too, actually. I made five hundred grand during the first year. After taxes. And that was my life for like twenty five years. I was a high-class escort, shot some porn in the nineties when that industry really started taking off, shot some more high-profile porn in the two thousands when the internet began to blow up. I dabbled in stripping, both in a strip club and in front of a camera, for several years too,” she explained.

Their sandwiches came and they started eating.

“Why’d you give it up?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. About two years ago I just...got tired of it. I was sick of the crowds and the constant gridlock traffic and just the goddamned loudness of the city. Some of my friends had moved out here and I figured, ‘well, why not?’ And I moved out here.”

“Do you regret it?” he asked.

“No, definitely not. There’s just enough of my old life here to keep it interesting without being overwhelming. Although lately...” she trailed off.

“Lately?” he asked.

She sighed. “I dunno. I’ve been feeling really disconnected from everyone. Everything’s so...fake now. That was another reason I left Thorne. Everyone and everything out there, almost, was fake, to varying degrees. And I’ve been feeling that again a lot in the past few months. All the guys and girls I take to bed...they’re just using me like a fuck toy. And, I’ll be honest, I’m actually okay with that. I like it, really. No attachments, no difficulties, just fun, easy sex. And I do the same thing. I just use them to get myself off. But I’m tired of that. I kind of started wanting something a little more...real. Something with more substance. More reality.”

She paused suddenly, stared at him intently. “I must really like you,” she murmured, “because I normally wouldn’t be telling someone like you all this.”

“Is that...a good thing?” he asked. “I mean, I think it’s a good thing, but how do you feel about it?” he added.

She laughed. “Delilah was right about you. You’re sweet. And not just in a bland, generic kind of way or an ‘I’m trying to get laid’ kind of way, but really sweet. I know a lot of guys who try to take what I just said and start trying to work it to their advantage. And yes, I’m good with it. I’m glad that I like you as much as I do. Being around as many people as I’ve been, you get so that you can read people like books. Plus, that’s just a gift of being what I am. And there’s something there, something about you, that I find immediately appealing.”

“Well...thanks,” he replied, not sure what else to say.

She laughed again, a little louder this time. “Not exactly first date conversation, huh?”

“Not usually. Then again, I hardly have any experience with dates.”

“Really? How old are you?”

“Twenty three.”

“Huh. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, given the way things turned out.”

He thought about it for a moment. “I guess you’re right,” he replied. “It doesn’t really matter. It’s weird, in a way. I moved here from another city about six months ago, tried to just jump-start my life, and now, my life is so vastly different from what it was that my time from before, from the other city I originally lived and grew up in, seems so far away. Like, years.”

“Time’s a funny thing,” Kylee agreed.

They finished their sandwiches and sat for a little while as they chatted, and then, before too long, Kylee decided it was time to move on.

“What next?” he asked as they headed outside. She had his hand in hers now, their fingers laced. Her skin was very warm, and very soft.

“How about a movie?” she suggested. It sounded innocent enough, but there was something in her voice, some undercurrent, that he took note of. He remembered the other times he’d been in a movie theater with one of his lady friends.

“That sounds good. What are you into?” he replied as they got into her car.

“Horror movies.”

“Awesome.”

…

They found a suitably throwaway horror film to watch about a guy in a trenchcoat coming after a group of people in the woods with a big hammer. It had already had its theatrical run and was probably in its final week of showing. There was almost no one in the theater. Without a word, Kylee took his hand and led him to the back row where they sat down beside each other. The previews rolled by, ended, and then the movie theater darkened. As it did, he felt Kylee raise the armrest up, so that there was no space between them.

She settled against him.

After about five minutes went by, she reached over, casually, without looking away from the movie screen, and expertly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. One-handed. Then, without saying anything, she pulled his dick out of his boxers. He was already hard, his breath coming faster and his heart beating more rapidly in his chest now. Dark excitement fluttered in his stomach as she gripped his dick and began to rub her thumb across the head. He thought maybe she was half-expecting him to stop her, but he wasn’t going to.

Another minute or so passed, and then Kylee turned and put her head down in his lap. His breath left him in one, hard exhale as she took his dick into her hot, wet mouth and started sucking on it, moving her slowly up and down. He heard her moan very, very quietly. He remembered that succubi gained pleasure from how good their partner felt. The better they did, the better they felt. He swallowed and settled back further against the chair.

The hot pleasure of her oral sex rolled through him in waves, subtle but powerful. He wondered if anyone else was going to notice.

And then, after a bit longer, he realized that this was just the first phase of her plan. She was actually going to take it all the way.

She sat up, then got up and lifted her dress. He saw, in the dim light, that she wasn’t wearing anything under it. Her ass looked really nice, smooth and pale and fit. She reached down and gripped his saliva-coated cock, then guided it into herself as she lowered her ass towards his lap. Contact was made.

She was so wet inside.

He resisted the strong urge to groan in pleasure as she slid her bare pussy down the rigid length of his cock, taking it all in to her hot, wet tightness. Fuck, she was amazingly tight. This was succubus pussy, after all. She put the armrest back down and used both of them to brace herself, her legs pressed together.

Very slowly, very carefully, she began to move up and down his dick, pushing herself up off the armrests and lowering herself in perfect precision. The sexual euphoria was amazing, absolutely pure in its perfection. Her pussy was like paradise. Jason fought for control as she continued riding him. The sexual gratification was almost too much. And she had to know that, she had to feel it. She was going to make him orgasm.

That’s exactly what happened.

A small, muffled groan escaped him, his hand over his mouth now, as he began to come inside of her, shooting his seed into her body, pumping her full of it. His dick sprayed the stuff out in hard contractions, twitching and spasming violently in her vagina. Her succubus pussy. And, oh God, it almost felt like her pussy was massaging his cock, was sucking his cock. Could they do that? It was like she was somehow extracting his seed from him, taking it all in, milking him. The rapturous, magnificent bliss of it all was almost too much for him and for a little while there he felt lightheaded. Slowly, the orgasm ended.

When it had, Kylee carefully pulled herself off of him, slowly stood, adjusted her dress, and sat back down beside him. As he put his cock away, trying to get his breath back, she raised the armrest up again and laid against him.

He realized that she’d done all of this, everything, without saying a word.

…

“How did you handle the cleanup?” Jason asked as they drove home.

The movie was over and he’d enjoyed the rest of it in his post-orgasm sedation, cuddling with her at the back of the theater.

“Cleanup?” she asked.

“You know, my...stuff, when I came inside of you.”

“Oh, that. My body absorbs it,” she replied. “No need.”

“That must be nice for you.”

“It is very nice,” she agreed.

When he’d asked her what she wanted to do next, she said, with that same undercurrent as before, that she wanted him to take her home.

“You didn’t ask me about my appearance,” Kylee said after almost ten minutes of comfortable silence, driving through the dark streets.

“I didn’t,” he agreed.

She smirked. “Why not? You’re a clever boy. You know about succubi.”

“I know that you chose that appearance,” he replied. “Every last detail.”

“And that didn’t strike you as strange?”

“Of course it did. I know that most succubi I’ve seen always project as absurdly attractive. Movie starlets, porn stars, models. That level of attractive and sex appeal. I figured you had a reason for doing so,” he replied.

“Well aren’t you perceptive,” she said. “Yes, I had a reason. I wanted to see how you would react. How you would treat me. You have to understand, I’ve been immersed in shallow, generically physically attractive culture for a long, long time. It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to try on a more...plain form.”

“I still think you’re pretty,” he replied.

“Thank you.”

They pulled into the driveway, got out, and headed into the house. As they closed the door, she turned around and faced him, smiling intently at him. “I’d like to have sex with you again. If you’d like, I can put on a much, much more attractive form. Actually, you can tell me what you’d like most and I can do that for you.”

“Honestly...what I’d like the most is to have sex with you in your natural form.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Really? Seriously?” she asked.

“Yeah. Is that so surprising?”

“Yes, it is actually. That is just not done, for the most part. Oh wow, it’s been years since I’ve been fucked in my natural form. You really are something special...” she stared at him intently for a moment. “Well, if you’re sure...”

“I’m positive,” he replied.

“Okay, I’d better take off this dress. Here, come on. Let’s do this in my bedroom.”

He followed her through her house, down a hallway, his heart hammering hard again, an erection building.

He was going to have sex with a succubus, and she was going to look like a succubus. “I have so many damned clothes. It’s so difficult to keep a proper wardrobe when you change proportions so often,” she said as she led him into her bedroom.

Once they were in, she kicked off her shoes and pulled the dress up and over her head. Even in a form she considered plain, he thought she had a really nice body. “You ready?” she asked, turning to face him, fully nude now.

He nodded.

There was no transformation. One second, he was staring at a slightly tall, thin, dirty blonde, the next he was staring at a straight up succubus. She’d gained almost a foot, probably topping off at six foot six, and her skin was light pink in color. Her eyes had taken on a flickering quality, and were now deep red, the same color as her hair. She had horns, too. Thick black ones that started at the back of her skull and grew along the sides of her head, coming to points that extended a little bit beyond her forehead.

He saw a thin, black tail that ended in a point waving back and forth behind her.

And her body. Oh, wow, her fucking body.

She was ridiculously curvy, more so than Hannah. Her breasts were enormous and unnaturally good looking. Same with her broad hips and her thick thighs. His erection suddenly became so powerful as to be painful.

“Let’s fuck, cutie,” she said, her voice a little deeper and rougher now.

Jason took off his clothes.

Kylee went and climbed onto her bed, then laid down in its center, he legs open, staring at him intently as he stripped. She looked like some kind of sex deity, some goddess of lust and pleasure. He loved seeing succubi in their natural forms. There was something so powerfully erotic, and probably even dangerous, about it.

As soon as he was naked, he hastily climbed onto the bed with her and laid on top of her, kissing her intently, groping her enormous tits. They felt perfect, too big for his hands, huge and firm and hot. And he was going to make love with her. When their lips met there was an electric pop, and he realized they hadn’t actually really kissed once the entire night. Kylee felt it too. She gasped softly and then wrapped her arms around him, holding her tight to him as they made out. She pushed her long, forked tongue into his mouth and he loved the taste of her. It was dark, it was sweet, it was intensely alluring. A potent aphrodisiac.

She spread her legs out further. “Make love to me, Jason,” she whispered.

He had to adjust himself slightly, given that she was half a foot taller than he was, but he lined his cock up with her opening and felt the heat coming off of her, and cried out as he slid into her. Both of them did, the pleasure immediate and powerful. He’d fucked a succubus once before, as a gift from Hannah, an escort, but it hadn’t been like this. This was even more powerful. He thrust deep into her and she screamed in pleasure.

The feeling of her bare pussy dragging against his cock, the absolute, raw, intense physical and emotional satisfaction of it, was something he hadn’t been prepared for. He moaned loudly, fucking her more powerfully now, pushing deep and hard into her. Kylee wrapped her long legs around him and he could feel her thick thighs, her hot skin, pressing against him. “Oh, Jason!” she cried and kissed him deeply.

He kissed back, feeling an intense connection to her, something that made him a little worried. He loved Hannah, there was no uncertainty there, but if he hadn’t, if he’d been single, he would have been sure, as they made love, that he was in love with Kylee in some way. And he could feel that she felt something similar, he could just feel it, coming off of her, something unspoken. As he continued making love to her, kissing her, he realized that she was crying. He paused, briefly, worried about the reaction.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, and squeezed him with her legs, forcing him deeper into her and reigniting the pleasure. He kept going.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice heavy.

“Yes! I’m so happy! This is amazing!” she cried. “Don’t stop, Jason!”

He went for as long as he could, making furious, passionate love to her, feeling her body respond powerfully to his own. But when he came, she didn’t seem sad or upset. She screamed. Her whole body jerked as the first hard spurt of his seed sprayed into her and he felt a shockwave of pleasure burst throughout him.

The climax seemed to go on much longer than usual. Both of them cried out in impassioned pleasure, hugging each other fiercely, their hips grinding together. When the orgasm did come to an end, he almost passed out, and collapsed against her, gasping for breath. Neither of them spoke for several minutes as they laid there together on her huge bed, still embracing. He was still inside of her, and he didn’t want to pull out.

“That was, um...” he trailed off, again not sure what to say.

“Amazing,” Kylee whispered. She began to drag her fingertips across his bare back, causing sparks of pleasure across his skin. “Oh, wow, Jason. I, um...oh boy, sorry I cried. It was good crying, if that helps.”

“I’m glad then, I just wasn’t ready for it.”

“Neither was I. That’s the best sex I’ve had for awhile now. It felt real. Do you know what I mean?” she asked.

He nodded. “I do.”

“We should probably, um...talk about this. Will you spend the night? Will your girlfriend be okay with that?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure she will. I just need to call her.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Jason had a strange feeling as he kept laying there. He wasn’t sure what to make of what had just happened.

Well, hopefully the answer would find him later, but for now, he was happy just to lay here with Kylee, comfortable and naked.

CHAPTER FIVE

“May First, you’re sure about that?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah...why? Is that a bad day?” Jason replied.

“No, it’s fine, I just wanted to make sure that you were sure. A release date is something that you really shouldn’t change once you set it. Consistency is huge with people. I can’t tell you how many so called ‘authors’ I’ve seen who sit there and hype their books, promising all sorts of stuff, and because they can’t get their shit together, they keep blowing past their release dates, and people eventually stop listening to them. I mean, if you blew your last five promises, why the hell should we trust you with the sixth?” she explained.

“That makes sense, and it sounds like something you’re kind of...passionate about.”

She smirked. “Yeah, I guess I am. I ran into so many ‘writers’ in my life who are just fucking posers. And I don’t mean people who write as a hobby or for fun. That’s fine. Not everyone has to take it super seriously. I mean the people who claim that they are real writers, and yet they won’t fucking commit to anything. When you ask them how their book is coming, they always have wishy-washy excuses like, ‘Oh, I just haven’t felt inspired lately,’ or, ‘I just haven’t felt like it recently’, bullshit like that. You want to be a writer? Fucking commit to it, and get it over it when you ‘don’t feel like it’, and just do it, like any other job.” She paused, then laughed. “Sorry. I just get worked up over it. People like I just described, they’re one of the main reasons that writers aren’t taken seriously. That’s why I’m so proud of you, you actually fucking committed to it.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Jason replied.

He looked back over the past two months with something like wonder. He’d honestly lost track of time there for awhile. The days had almost lost meaning, running together, but not in a bad way. He had an idea that they’d passed as fast as they had because he was having such a good time. His days tended to be divided into two categories: writing and everything else. Everything else typically being eating, sleeping, making love with one of the women that, for their own reasons, continued to want to be around him, and enjoying himself.

He found he was doing that a lot more too, now that he was free of having to work crappy jobs that he hated.

He’d worked hard and finished the novel about a month ago, and then he’d passed it out to everyone who would read it, which ended up being Hannah, Lara, Alexis, and Kylee, and then they’d all given him their notes for suggested edits and changes back, and he’d spent the following several weeks going over everything, seeing which ones made sense, which ones he agreed with, and which ones he didn’t, and had done the rewrites and tweaks and edits, and then passed them back around once more.

He’d gotten back the second round of edits about a week ago and had been going over them as much as he could, trying to make sure every little thing was perfect. He’d finished it up three days ago and had sent it out to a professional, work-for-hire editor. They were paying four hundred bucks for both quality and quickness, (Hannah had footed the bill and he’d done his best not to feel weird about it), and they’d gotten it back in two days’ time. Now, they were all going over it one more time, to make sure no one had missed anything.

Jason honestly didn’t expect it to be one hundred percent perfect. It seemed impossible to catch everything. Hell, he still saw typos in famous novels that got way more attention than he was giving his own book currently. But he was feeling pretty confident that whatever problems the book had, they would not stem from grammatical, punctuation, or spelling errors. He was also pretty nervous about the whole thing.

His first book.

What if it sucked?

Hannah had told him that it was pretty good for a first ‘real’ effort. And he supposed it was his first real effort. He’d been spending years and years before this writing fan fiction and original projects that sputtered and died halfway through. He was glad about that, honestly, because it was a lot of practice. He still was a long way from being even good, he thought, but where he was at now, at least according to Hannah and the others, he was publishable. So that was pretty great. But that had only been some of the work.

There was also the social media campaign Lara had been helping him set up.

He’d gotten the basics done: the e-mail, the social media sites, the website with the blog. They’d all been giving him ideas of what to write for the blog, and he still didn’t think it was going to be very good, because he was a boring person, and the most interesting aspect of his life, the women he spent his time with, well...he couldn’t really write about that. He wasn’t ashamed in the slightest, he liked and respected all of the paranormal ladies he spent time with, but some of them were private and, well, there were a lot of stupid people out there who would hate him based on the sheer fact that he was in love with a vampire.

So he wrote about whatever he could think up.

And the reception from the first three chapters they’d sent out to a lot of preview sites, and from the reviewers who’d read the whole book, (they’d sent out the second round of edits version), had been surprisingly good.

So maybe he was onto something here. Maybe he didn’t flat out suck.

But it was still hard to tell.

It would probably always be hard to tell, that’s what Hannah alluded to.

But the most interesting thing that had been happening over the past eight weeks was his growing relationship with Kylee the Succubus. She’d been spending a lot of time around him. He had an idea that if she thought she could get away with it, she’d spend even more time around him. She seemed absolutely enamored with him and just lately, he thought that he’d noticed Hannah noticing that exact thing.

He’d been meaning to talk with her about it, but between the book and the editing and the social media and everything else they normally did, it hadn’t come up. Plus, he was nervous about it. There was no doubt that he still loved Hannah, and that she was, and would probably always be, his number one priority in life.

But he really, really liked Kylee.

More so than any of the other ladies he’d been dating on the side. Delilah was thrilled, because, according to her, Kylee hadn’t been so vibrant for years. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that, either. On the one hand, he was thrilled that he’d made her so happy. On the other, he was concerned that maybe she was investing too much in him, because as much as he liked her, he was dedicated to Hannah, and Hannah was the woman he came home to at the end of the day. Then again...there were many kinds of open relationships, weren’t there?

Could he love more than one person?

Could he handle that? Could Hannah? Was it too much of a risk? He thought that if he let himself...he might actually fall in love with Kylee.

There was something about her, something fantastic and subtle and basic, that he just connected with. Some unspoken thing, a nameless bond they’d begun that first night, the first time they’d seen each other, actually. He remembered that...that almost pop, like a spark, he’d felt when he’d first seen her, and she had felt the same thing. If he had to describe it, he supposed he would say it was just in the way they did things together.

The way they talked, they could talk for hours, and often did. The way she touched him and held him, the way they made love. Perhaps most telling, at least on her part, was how comfortable they were around each other. She never projected when he was around, which she was extremely grateful for. She said it was like wearing a kind of uncomfortable suit if she projected for too long. It was the way she didn’t feel the need to put her guard up, in any capacity, around him. She’d explained that she hadn’t felt that way about someone for a long, long time.

She said that she trusted him. She really trusted him.

And that was a genuine rarity.

It was hard for her to trust men, or women for that matter, or connect with them, because there was always that subtle division there. Succubi were symbols of lust and sex and desire. She’d explained that she loved her nature, she loved those things, she loved fucking in all its many forms, but she also wanted someone who didn’t want to fuck her all the time, and if they weren’t fucking, someone who wouldn’t leave, because that’s all they were there for. And it wasn’t most people’s fault, she’d gone on to explain, most people didn’t even think she cared about anything but sex, given what she was. And honestly, in her earlier years, she hadn’t.

But now she did.

And Jason was exactly what she was looking for in a very good friend.

But if he had been single, he didn’t really have a doubt that she would have made a more serious move on him.

And Hannah was picking up on this.

Currently, they were lying in bed together. It was late, and he’d been updating social media all day and responding to emails. There weren’t a lot of them, but people were asking about the book already.

“So, Jason...” Hannah said.

She said that with significance. He looked over at her.

“Yeah?”

“We should talk,” she said.

“What about?” he replied. But he knew.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be coy,” she said, smiling at him. “Kylee.”

“What about her?”

She sighed and sat up. “You’re so bad with social situations, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am. Still. I don’t think it’s going to go away.”

“Okay, I’ll give you some help. I have already. It’s pretty obvious to me that you and Kylee are really close. Like...really close. And before you start worrying, no. I’m not upset. I know you love me, I’m not scared that you’re going to leave me or anything. I trust you. But. I do think we should have a serious discussion about this, because I believe that Kylee wants to take it to the next level with you, something beyond just friendly fucking.”

“I...think so, too,” he replied, relieved. “But what do you mean, you already have helped me?” he asked.

“I called Kylee. She’s on her way over here now. I figured, if we’re going to have such a serious discussion involving Kylee...then she should actually be involved.” Hannah smirked suddenly. “She was a little...intimidated, when I called her.”

“She was?” he asked, honestly surprised. It wasn’t that Hannah wasn’t intimidating, she could absolutely be when she wanted to, but Kylee was a succubus. He didn’t think they even got intimidated.

“Yep. She knows you’re mine. I think she expected something like this to happen sooner or later. But I let her know that I’m not angry. I think the two of you, especially you honey, just don’t really know what you have on your hands. I forget that this is your first open relationship and that you’re, God, twenty three. So I figured I should initiate things. And I think that if we have an open conversation about it, lay some ground rules, figure out where the lines are drawn, then we’ll all probably be happier. I mean, who knows, you might end up with a second lover, or we both could. I like what I’ve heard about Kylee.”

“Lover as in...”

“As in, ‘in love with’.”

“Would you...I mean, would be okay with that?”

Hannah took his hand. “Yes...to a certain extent. I’m okay with you falling in love someone else. I mean, it happens. I’ve been in a relationship like that before, and it didn’t end in tears. But, like I said about lines being dawn, I still want you to be mine. I want to get the majority share of you love...but not all of it.”

“Wow...um...okay. Wow,” he replied.

“I know, it’s a little heavy. This is beyond friendly fucking. But, like I said, we’ll talk about all this when she gets here. Which should be-” The doorbell rang. “Well, right about now, apparently. Come on, let’s go meet her.”

They got up off the bed and headed upstairs. Lara was in the process of opening the front door when they got there, and they say Kylee standing there, (although probably only Jason knew for sure it was her, as she was projecting, he wasn’t sure how but he could tell it was her even when she looked like someone else), and Lara was studying her.

“Kylee,” Jason said.

Lara looked back. “You know her?”

“Yes, she’s a very good friend of mine,” Jason replied.

“Then come on in,” Lara replied, stepping back.

Kylee thanked her and came inside. He studied her. She was wearing that same body she’d had the first date they’d gone on, the plain, dirty blonde woman. Although now she had on ripped jeans, sneakers, and a faded black t-shirt.

“It’s...good to finally meet you, Hannah,” she said.

“You too, Kylee. Come on, let’s have a chat downstairs,” Hannah replied.

“What’s going on?” Lara asked.

“We’re discussing...relationships,” Jason answered.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun.”

They headed downstairs, and he could tell that Kylee was nervous. He reached out and took her hand. That seemed to make her more nervous, but he smiled reassuringly at her. That seemed to calm her down a little bit. She squeezed gently and he squeezed back. It was weird seeing her like this. She was normally so confident and in control.

She must actually really like him, if she was this concerned about the whole thing.

They came downstairs. “Do you care if I stop projecting?” she asked.

“Not at all, I want you to feel comfortable here, Kylee,” Hannah replied.

She became a succubus again, visibly at least, and seemed to relax a little bit. Hannah climbed onto the bed. “Come on, let’s all get up here and talk about this.” Jason and Kylee climbed onto the bed with her. For a moment, nobody spoke. “Okay, I guess I’ll get started,” Hannah said. “Kylee, it’s become obvious that you like Jason. A lot. More than just friends, more than just fuck buddies. Is that an accurate observation?” she asked.

“...yes,” Kylee replied.

“Okay, good. That’s a good place to start off.” She looked at him now. “And Jason, I’m assuming that you feel the same way about Kylee?”

He glanced briefly at her, and she actually blushed slightly and smiled. “Yeah.”

Hannah laughed. “You two are so cute. Okay, so we’ve got that established. Now, this question is a bit more blunt, and I know it might seem loaded, but I want you to trust that I’m asking this at genuine face value, and I want an honest answer. Are either of you in love with the other?” she asked, looking first at Jason, then at Kylee.

Kylee looked at him, nervous again.

Jason decided to go first. “No,” he said, and hope that didn’t upset Kylee.

She looked at him for a moment, chewing on her lower lip, as though trying to ferret the answer out. That worried him a little bit.

“...maybe,” she said.

Holy shit. She might be in love with him?

“That’s the best answer I can give,” she murmured.

“Okay then,” Hannah replied. “So, that’s where we stand. I guess I should give something now, seeing as you two have given a fair amount. I’ve already told this to Jason, so I’ll tell you too, Kylee. I want you to know that I’m okay if you and Jason fall in love. But I want to be clear on something, while I’m okay with this, for our relationship to continue working in the way it is, Jason and I’s relationship takes priority. Basically, so long as I remain at the top of his priorities, we’ll be fine. And, obviously, this goes both ways, Jason will always be my number one. Does all of that make sense?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said.

“Yes. I can understand that,” Kylee replied. “That’s totally fair. You two are clearly very in love, and I don’t want to get in the way of that at all. Despite the fact that I’m a succubus, I’m not a home-wrecker,” she said, smiling. “A lot of people seem to think that. And I’m sure there are succubi out there who get off on that, but there’s people like that in all groups. I’ve come across a lot of human women who like breaking up relationships just cause they get off on it. But I will totally respect your relationship.”

“Good!” Hannah replied. “I’m glad to hear that. So I guess now we should discuss exactly where we’re hoping the relationship will go.”

“Well, I’m pretty much hoping to keep going as we have been,” Jason said. He looked over at Kylee. She seemed to want maybe a little more, from the look on her face. She looked at him, then at Hannah, the back at Jason.

“It’s best if we’re just completely honest and open,” Hannah said.

Kylee sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. If I’m being totally honest...I was kind of hoping to move in with you guys.”

“Wow,” Jason said.

“It’s okay if the answer’s no,” Kylee replied quickly. “It’s just...I’ve been living on my own for a long time now, and I loved it at first, then I just got used to it. But ever since I’ve been hanging out with Jason...I kind of hate going home to be by myself after a date, or when he leaves.” She laughed suddenly. “I never thought I’d be lonely again like this, especially after all the years and decades I’ve been around, but...” She shrugged.

“Well...what do you think?” Jason asked, looking at Hannah.

“I’m not sure,” she murmured, thinking about it. “I mean, it’s Lara’s house, so she’ll ultimately have the final say. I don’t think she’ll mind too much. She’s got that guest bedroom that she never uses. As for how I feel about it? What’s say we get to know each other a bit more first? And ask Lara, of course,” she replied.

“That’s fine by me,” Kylee said.

“Well, is there anything else? Any other questions?” Hannah asked. Both Jason and Kylee shook their heads. Nothing else came to mind at that moment, though he was sure other situations would arise in the future. They’d just have to be dealt with as they came. Hannah smiled then. “Good. In that case, I suggest that we consummate the deal. I want to have a threesome. That would certainly help us get to know each other better.”

Kylee smiled as well. It was a large, lusty smile. “I would love that,” she replied.

“Good. Then let’s get to it.”

Hannah took off the t-shirt she was wearing and tossed it aside, freeing her enormous, pale breasts. Kylee stared at them. “Holy shit,” she said. “You have an amazing fucking rack.”

“Considering that’s coming from a succubus, I’ll take that as a big compliment,” Hannah replied as she got onto her back and started the process of getting her pants off. Jason began stripping down as well. He’d often hoped that he would be able to have a threesome with Hannah and Kylee, he’d been wanting to ask for awhile now, and had actually brought it up with Kylee, and she had been amenable to the idea.

But, for obvious reasons, he’d been kind of avoiding the topic with Hannah. He was glad that she’d made them sit down and address it, and honestly didn’t know why he’d been so weird and uncertain about the whole thing. But given the fact that Kylee had been nervous too, he thought that maybe he had a bit more ground to stand on. But whatever, it was all over now. Kylee took off her shirt as well.

“Okay, you have a fucking spectacular rack, too,” Hannah said, staring at Kylee’s huge, perfect pink tits. “I mean wow,” she added.

Kylee grinned. “Thank you.”

The trio quickly shucked their clothing and soon were together on the large, comfortable bed, completely naked, ready to begin the threesome. He looked at the two women before actually getting started. In some ways, they were so starkly different from one another, probably the thing that clashed the most was their skin: Hannah’s snow white flesh and Kylee’s vibrant pink skin. Though they were both redheads.

And curvy. God, they were so curvaceous and full-bodied.

“You just gonna stare?” Hannah asked.

Jason laughed and moved towards them. Seeing as he was the apparent link to both of them, the two of them decided to make him the center of this unifying threesome. At least for now. And he was more than okay with that.

He laid down on his back with Hannah on his right and Kylee on his left. Hannah kissed him first, deeply and lovingly, her full, red lips pressing against his own, half lying atop him. He could feel her big breasts pressing against his chest. He ran a hand down the smooth skin of her back and settled it on the thick curve of her ass, squeezing it as she slipped her tongue dexterously into his mouth, probing gently, searching for his own tongue.

They found each other, met, twined together.

She tasted sweet and sultry.

After a moment, she released him, and passed him over to Kylee, watching intently as the two of them began to kiss. As he made out with Kylee, groping her huge, pink breasts now, she let her tail drift over towards him and began teasing his cock with the tip of it. It sent sparks of pleasure into him, making his already stiff dick throb in anticipation and desperate need. Kylee released him after twisting tongues and swapping spit for a good minute, and passed him back to Hannah, who had also begun to tease his dick, running her fingers across the head, making him jerk and groan slightly at the pleasure it sent into him.

The two women passed him back and forth for several minutes.

And then Hannah decided it was time to continue to the next phase. “Let’s suck his dick, Kylee,” she said, pushing herself up.

“Let’s,” Kylee agreed, grinning seductively at him.

She gave him one more kiss, then moved down to join Hannah. The two women now were on either side of his dick, Hannah holding it lightly, encircling the base of his shaft with her thumb and first two fingers.

Jason swallowed, breathing heavily now, already beginning to sweat. He still found threesomes almost overwhelming in their intensity. Having sex was awesome in its own right, but having sex with two women at the same time? Especially when one was a vampire and one was a succubus? That was out of this world.

Both women stuck their tongues out and began to lick the head of his cock. He groaned loudly as hot, electric bliss began to shoot into him, sent out from his core, radiating throughout his body. Both women were exceptionally skilled at pleasure. Kylee began to moan along with him as they both licked his cock.

She was feeling his pleasure now.

She must be feeling fantastic.

Jason let out a gasp as Hannah took his dick fully into her mouth and started bobbing her head smoothly up and down. She looked like a porn pro as she did it and it felt as good as it was supposed to look like it felt on those videos. From the pleasured looks on Kylee’s face, he could tell that she was still feeling the pleasure. Succubi must love threesomes and orgies, he realized, as they must soak up all that pleasure like sun rays at the beach.

She was massaging his balls slowly in her hot, sure grasp, her skin soft against his own. Hannah continued bobbing her head, occasionally flicking her tongue over the head, for a bit longer, then took it out of her mouth. Before passing it to Kylee, Hannah leaned in and kissed her deeply right on the lips. Kylee looked surprised, then immediately happy, and kissed her back, slipping a hand over her narrow pale neck and pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss further. The two women began to make out, twining tongues together.

As they did this, Kylee was still massaging his balls and Hannah had begun to massage the head of his dick, wrapping her whole hand around it. Both women continued making out until Hannah leaned back, smiling lustily at Kylee.

“Your turn,” she said. “Suck my lover’s dick.”

“Yes ma’am,” Kylee murmured.

She hesitated, kissed Hannah once more and then leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. She moved her lips slowly up and down his shaft, focusing on the head, sending waves of hot, pink pleasure in a slow burn throughout his entire body. She looked up at him with her blood red eyes that sparkled and flickered, holding his gaze with her own, intensifying the pleasure and the overall experience. She kept bobbing her head, bringing him to the edge of orgasm, then stopped. He exhaled sharply as she took it out of her mouth.

“Lay down, Hannah,” Kylee said.

“Okay.”

Hannah laid down beside him and Jason felt his heart hammering in his chest. Watching Kylee orally pleasure Hannah was something he’d been wanting to see for weeks now. Hannah took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and smiled over at him.

“Having fun?” she asked.

“Yes. A lot,” he replied with feeling.

She kissed him. “Good. Me too. How about you, Kylee?” she asked, looking down as the succubus laid down between her thick, pale thighs.

“A tremendous amount,” Kylee replied. She ran her fingertips lightly over Hannah’s thighs, causing her to shudder. “You are so beautiful, Hannah. I just had to say that now. I mean, fuck, you are so pretty and sexy.”

“Thank you, Kylee,” Hannah replied, reaching down and running a fingertip along one of her horns. “You’re extremely beautiful and insanely sexy yourself.”

Kylee smiled, then leaned in and began to lick Hannah’s clit. Her tongue was long and forked. It had taken him a little bit of time to get used to that, but he really liked it now. And apparently it did well to help her pleasure women. Hannah gasped and cried out in pleasure, her thigh muscles bugling as her body reacted to the intense bolt of rapturous ecstasy being administered to her by Kylee. “Oh, yes! Oh, Kylee!” she screamed, and Kylee was moaning too, crying out occasionally, her voice muffled by Hannah’s crotch.

Jason just stared at the two naked paranormal women engaged in such intense, such hot fucking sexual action. Hannah let go of his hand and reached down with both hands, gripping Kylee’s horns and pulling her face deeper into her crotch.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh fucking yes!” Hannah moaned, panting in desperate pleasure now. “I’m going to fucking-OH FUCK YES!”

Hannah was coming. And so was Kylee, by consequence.

Both women were screaming now in absolute bliss as their orgasms consumed them, shrieking through their bodies with the raw, unstoppable power of sexual release. He watched this whole display with absolute focus, taking in every detail. The looks of pure release on their faces, of pure pleasure, was rapturous. Their bodies, glistening with sweat now, were jerking in response to the climax. Hannah’s breasts bounced beautifully. Their hair was now a sexy mess. The orgasms continued for what seemed like a long time.

Suddenly, Hannah let go of Kylee and fell back against the back, gasping, eyes closed. Kylee fell forward as well, carefully resting her head on Hannah’s bountiful breasts. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“Kylee?” Hannah said, without opening her eyes.

“Mmm?” Kylee replied.

“I’ve decided that I like you very much.”

Kylee laughed softly. “Good. I like you a lot, too, Hannah.”

After a little bit longer of getting their breaths back, the two women roused themselves and looked over at Jason.

“You must be ready to blow,” Kylee said.

“Uh-huh,” he managed.

“Don’t worry. That’s gonna happen. Probably more than once, dear,” Hannah said.

“How should we do this?” he asked, so eager to get inside of one of them, to start pounding the fuck out of one of them that he could practically taste the desire.

“I’ve always been fond of one particular position,” Kylee replied. “Hannah,” she said, getting up, “here, bring your legs up. All the way.”

Hannah did so, bringing her legs up like the times he did when he pretty much put her ankles alongside her head and fucked the hell out of her, and Kylee got on top of her, straddling her and holding her legs into place with her own. Jason moved behind them, staring at the two women entwined together now. The result of this position was that Hannah’s pussy was right below Kylee’s pussy, both of them glistening and ready to be fucked. It was an insanely hot sight and it turned him on even more.

“Now, Jason,” Kylee said, looking back at him over her shoulder. “You just fuck our brains out, one after the other, until you come.”

“I can do that,” Jason said, moving up against her.

They both looked so beautiful and sexual like this. He stared down at Kylee’s amazing fat ass. He loved the way her midriff curved in, trim and neat, and then her hips flared out again, broad and voluptuous, her ass even bigger, thick and nicely well-padded. He ran his hands over her broad hips and her huge ass, then he settled his cock up against Hannah’s pussy, (it seemed only right that he should enter her first), and pushed his way into her slowly, his cock still slick enough from their saliva to make its way in.

She moaned. “Oh, yes honey,” she moaned. “Fucking give it to me.”

As he began making love to her, his hands on Kylee’s fat succubus ass, he saw Kylee duck her head down and begin to make out with Hannah. The sight was so fucking erotic and he wondered if a three way relationship could really work out between them. It still seemed like a dream, apt to disappear at any moment. Mainly just because it was so far beyond anything he could have hoped for before this year.

He’d gotten pretty used to his life, pretty used to his lack of a love life. Not happy with it, not at all, but used to it. He figured something just must be wrong with him, something he couldn’t really fix, something he had no real control over. And he’d be lucky to have any girlfriend, regardless of whether or not he was attracted to them. And then Hannah had happened to him. It seemed somehow impossible that this had occurred by chance, that he’d just stumbled into this life that was vastly different from the one he’d been living six months ago.

He thought that maybe he was beginning to feel like a different person.

Not that that was necessarily a bad thing.

Jason continued making love to Hannah, sliding smoothly in and out of that tight vampire pussy, feeling both women moving and writhing in pleasure against him. He loved pleasuring her. Loved pleasuring women in general. There was something deeply, tremendously satisfying about it. He loved making them orgasm.

He pulled out of Hannah when he decided it was time to give Kylee some attention, shifted slightly and slid his cock into her fabulously tight succubus vagina. She moaned loudly as he did this and he could feel a fresh wave of pleasure making a slow burn through him. Fuck, it felt so insanely good to make love with a succubus. Gripping her hips more tightly, he started pounding her from behind, because he knew she liked it kind of rough, and she cried out, breaking the kiss. “Oh fuck, Jason!” she cried. “Fuck me hard!”

“I can see why you like her so much,” Hannah said, wrapping Kylee briefly in a hug, then sliding her hands down to her ass. Her hands found his after a moment and they grabbed each other, lacing their fingers together, squeezing.

“I love you,” Hannah said.

“I love you too, honey,” Jason replied.

Kylee moaned again as he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him. He fucked her for a bit longer, and then he moved back down to Hannah again. The session went like that for probably another fifteen minutes, him moving back and forth between the two women, fucking them, giving them as much attention as he could manage.

He made Hannah orgasm twice, and one of those times Kylee caught what she once referred to as a ‘contact high’ and orgasmed as well, making a mess of his stomach and thighs. Her sex juices were extremely hot.

When he came, it was intense as hell.

Jason felt his body begin to clench up in preparation, could feel that familiar welling deep inside, could feel that pleasure getting ready to come out.

And then he erupted.

His whole body shuddered as his dick jerked violently inside of Hannah’s vampire pussy and he heard Kylee cry out in pleasure as she felt his orgasm with her succubus senses. The first spurt of his seed left him in one, hard contraction, spraying down Hannah’s insides as he had done dozens of times before.

How many times had they had sex?

Over a hundred times at least, perhaps over two or even three hundred times. He had no idea.

His cock continued its automatic reaction, pumping his lover’s pussy full of his seed in hard spurts, filling her up, fruitlessly trying to impregnate her. It just went and went and went until there was nothing left to give, and each time it kicked again, a fresh pulse of ecstasy, like a wave of pink energy, was shot through his entire body, robbing him of his senses, (save for touch), and overwhelming him with that raw hot bliss of orgasm.

Slowly, he came back to himself as it ended.

As he pulled out of Hannah and laid down heavily on his back, feeling the sweat already beginning to cool on his body, he felt like he was floating in a sea of sedate bliss. That place of post-orgasmic rapture.

“So...that went well,” Kylee said, still lying on Hannah.

“Mmm-hmm,” Hannah replied happily. He looked over, saw that Hannah was lovingly running her hands across Kylee’s pink back.

He took it as a good sign.

He’d initially been a little worried, because although he didn’t think that Hannah would outright nix the relationship, he’d been concerned that she might be just okay with Kylee or, worse, tolerant of her. He’d never known Hannah to dislike any of the other paranormal people in their lives, but he could easily see that she could probably be pretty intense if she didn’t like someone. Hannah wasn’t really a woman who hid her emotions if she didn’t want to, and although she might do so exceptionally well in most situations, she had no reason to hold back when it came to her relationship. That was something he liked about her.

She didn’t ever bullshit him.

“Now what?” Kylee asked.

“What else? A shower. I’m filthy,” Hannah replied.

“Yeah, me too. I sweated a lot,” Jason murmured, still feeling mellow. He slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He was kind of tired. Maybe he’d turn in early tonight, and what better way than to have Hannah suck his blood? It was the perfect sleep aid and it had been a few days. The three of them got up off the bed and moved silently to the bathroom. Jason flipped on the light and moved over to their large shower, turning on the water.

“Wow, you have a big shower,” Kylee said.

He began to say, ‘Yeah, you’ve seen it before’, but then he realized, abruptly, that she hadn’t. At once, he realized that they had never fucked over here. That couldn’t be right...right? He thought about it for a moment as they got into the shower together and began to wash up. But no, it was right. She’d hung out a few times over here, but...had she ever actually come downstairs? He wasn’t sure that she had. They’d always fucked at her place, or, well, in her car or in the bathroom of some restaurant or in a changing room.

She liked to fuck in public places and...honestly, so did he.

“Kylee...why haven’t you ever come down here before?” he asked.

She looked over at him and the sheepish look she gave him seemed to indicate she’d been thinking about it too.

“Because it was your and Hannah’s territory,” she replied.

“Our territory?” he asked.

Hannah finished wetting her hair and then squeezed water from it. “Paranormal women tend to be, to varying degrees, territorial. I think it might be the worst for werewolves. And human women do this too, although I’m not sure they’re very aware of it, and not to the same extent as paranormals. Typically. She means that our bedroom down here was our...sanctuary. Our place to be with each other and no one else, unless we choose. I’m very open, so I don’t mind certain people being down here: Lara, Alexis, Delilah.”

“There’s another reason,” Kylee said quietly.

“Oh?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. I know what you mean,” Hannah said. “There’s a sort of stigma, even among paranormals, of succubi. They’ll come and steal your partner away with their impossibly good sex. It’s insecurity, that’s all. A lot of times it’s women, and sometimes men, worrying that they can’t match up. And it goes the other way with incubi, too.”

“As a result, it’s quite a bit harder for succubi to make real, genuine friends,” she said. “Especially when it comes to someone we’re sexually involved with. Especially when it comes to someone we’re sexually involved with that’s already in a deeply committed relationship. So that’s why I think I...” she hesitated, glanced at Hannah.

“It’s fine,” she said.

“That’s why I think I’m falling in love with you,” Kylee replied. She laughed suddenly. “Wow, it seems so weird that I’m nervous about this. You’d think I wouldn’t have a problem with it. I’ve been in love before, and I obviously love quite freely. In some degree, I love almost everyone I have sex with. But it’s not the same. It’s not the same as being in love, you know?”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Jason replied.

And he did. He was in love with Hannah, while he loved, to varying degrees, Lara, Delilah, and Alexis. It was hard to articulate, but it was easy to feel. Could he possibly feel the same way about two women simultaneously? This was beyond just sex, obviously. Having two committed relationships wasn’t anything to take lightly.

“It’s just the way you treat me,” Kylee went on. “I think you’re one of the only humans I’ve met who doesn’t really react to the fact that I’m a succubus. Especially when I’m in my natural form. Like it just doesn’t phase you. And the fact that you love having sex with me in that form is just so amazing. I hadn’t realized I missed the feeling so much, or how lonely I actually had become over the past year or so.”

“I’m not really sure what to say to all that,” Jason admitted. “Except that...I’m really happy that I make you happy.”

“That’s enough for me,” Kylee replied. She moved forward in the shower and embraced him, hugging him tightly to her tall, curvy frame. Hannah moved forward to join them as he hugged her back and wrapped both of them in her arms.

“I think we’re going to work out,” she said. “I’ve been wrong before but...just call it a feeling,” she added.

“I have a similar feeling,” Kylee murmured.

They stayed like that for a bit longer, then broke up the embrace. “Dear,” Jason said as he grabbed a bar of soap and quickly washed up. “I was thinking that maybe you could take some blood tonight. Help me get to sleep early.”

Hannah smiled that small, coy smile she got whenever he brought the topic up. “I’d love that very much, honey,” she replied.

“If it wouldn’t be too much of an imposition...could I watch? It’s very rare that I’ve been able to watch and pick up on those vibes. They’re so...so powerful and so intimate, you know?”

“I’m okay with it,” Hannah said.

“Same,” Jason replied.

She smiled broadly. “Great! Also...okay, one more favor.”

“Yes?” Hannah asked.

“Can I sleep here, with you two, tonight? It’s okay if the answer’s no.”

“It’s fine,” Hannah replied and Jason nodded.

They quickly finished washing up, then dried off and headed back for the bed, crawling onto the huge thing, still naked and horny.

Since they always had sex leading up to the biting, they got right to it. Hannah pushed Jason onto his back and mounted him, grinning down at him with that deviant, sultry smile he’d become so familiar with. Kylee laid on her side, facing them, staring intently at the two of them as they started to make out, coming together and twining tongues passionately. He let his hands roam over her body, taking her large breasts and thick ass into his grasp, loving touching her as he did every other time. Loving the feel of her skin against his, her breath, the intimacy that was radiating off of her. Before long, she slipped down.

As she took his cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head, he reached up, groping blindly for the lube, since it made the whole thing easier. By the time he found it, he was rock hard. He passed it to Hannah, who squeezed some into her hand and began to massage his cock. They did all of this without speaking or breaking eye contact. As soon as he was lubed up, she quickly mounted him once more and slid his cock into her.

They both moaned in sexual unity, and he heard Kylee inhale sharply.

Jason gripped her deathly pale hips as Hannah began to ride him. He pushed up into her, causing her to cry out as he hit a sensitive spot. She held herself aloft for a little bit, letting him fuck her from his position, then resumed riding his cock furiously.

“Oh, Hannah...” he groaned as the blissful euphoria began to fill him. Sex with her was always such an intimate, amazing experience.

He could sense Kylee beside them, could tell how much she was getting off on this. Hannah leaned down, pressing her big breasts against his bare chest, and kissed him deeply. He had her fat, pale ass in his hands now, gripping it tightly as he pushed up into her each time she lowered herself against him, his cock going deep into her vampire pussy. Hannah broke the kiss and now he could see her fangs, sharp and clear.

She leaned down, her lips close to his ear. “I love you, Jason,” she whispered.

He felt such an intense passion swelling inside of him that it seemed to be in danger of bursting out of him. There was such an intense love for her he was feeling that he almost didn’t know how to handle it.

“I love you too, Hannah,” he groaned in reply.

“Come for me, honey. Come in my pussy. Give me your seed.”

He triggered almost immediately. She knew that was his button. As he cried out, his dick beginning to spit and spurt his seed into her, Hannah issued a small hiss, (she seemed unable to control that, sometimes), and he felt that instant of sharp but now familiar pain in his neck and gasped in shock, as he always did.

Hannah moaned loudly, her voice muffled by his neck. Hot, strange, burning, pained pleasure flowed into him through his neck.

“Oh God, Hannah,” he gasped. “Oh, honey,” he moaned, hugging her tightly to him. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. “Oh, it’s so good baby...”

He could feel his blood leaving his body, could feel himself slowly weakening, could hear Hannah moaning softly, could feel her love.

She managed to stop herself before she took too much and pulled back, bloody glistening on her fangs and lips. He felt sleep already beginning to take him. “Thank you,” she said quietly, already reaching for the medicine and bandages.

“Love you,” he murmured sleepily.

“Love you too, honey.”

He fell asleep.

CHAPTER SIX

“You nervous, babe?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, very,” Jason replied as he finished drying off.

“Come on, don’t be nervous,” Kylee said. She and Hannah were still in the shower, finishing cleaning up after their earlier threesome. They’d laid in bed for close to half an hour after fucking, sedate and relaxed, talking about whatever came into their mind.

“There’s going to be a lot of people there,” he replied, hanging the towel back up and pulling on his boxers.

Hannah turned off the water. He handed both her and Kylee towels. “You’ve been around a lot of people before,” she replied.

“Yeah, but they weren’t there because of me, you know? I’ve never been very good at handling being the center of attention. I mean, I’ve almost never been the center of attention. God, all through high school I was pretty happy to just fade into the background. But that’s certainly not the case tonight. I can’t just fade into the background. And there’s going to be so many women! All of them beautiful, paranormal women!”

“You can’t still be nervous around us paranormal ladies,” Kylee said.

“I certainly can be. I’ve become familiar with the two of you, and Lara and Alexis and Delilah, but there’s going to be more. I mean, are there going to be any guys there, besides me?”

“Well, Wendy’s bringing her husband. And I think a few of Lara’s stripper friends are bringing their boyfriends. Otherwise, no. I thought you’d like it.”

“I do, obviously. It’ll just be a little...overwhelming.”

Kylee finished drying off, (she always seemed to dry fast, he thought it had something to do with her succubus skin), and wrapped him in a hug. “It’ll be fine. You’ve got me and Hannah here. And your friends. And everyone is here because they want to be here. This is a good place.”

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Hannah said.

Jason laughed. “I appreciate it, but you make it sound like I’m going into a battlefield or something,” he replied.

“You’re not. You’ll be fine. Now relax,” Hannah said firmly as she hung her towel.

“Yes, dear.”

The three of them headed into the bedroom.

Several very busy and packed weeks had passed since he and Hannah and Kylee had had that fateful conversation in their basement bedroom. The day that they had effectively entered into a three-way relationship.

Jason was still getting used to that.

Hannah had decided that she was okay with accepting Kylee into her house, her relationship, and her life. They’d asked Lara about it, and she’d actually been really happy to have another roommate. She’d explained that she’d been in a ton of communal living situations in her life and always missed the times they’d really worked out. So they’d cleared out the spare bedroom, Kylee had moved her stuff in, gotten rid of the rest, severed her lease agreement, and moved right in. The whole thing had taken barely four days.

Jason was always impressed with how fast these women got things done.

And although Kylee did have her own bedroom, more often than not she ended up sleeping downstairs, with him and Hannah. After a furious fuck session. Kylee was absolutely insane in bed, which made enough sense, given that she was a succubus. And he’d noticed that she and Hannah had also been getting very close, though he thought some of that might be because Hannah was falling in love with Kylee’s oral abilities.

Which wasn’t unreasonable.

Even better was the fact that Kylee and Lara were getting along well. He’d had several threesomes with the succubus and the werewolf, and Kylee was quite happy to play with Lara while she was in here werewolf form.

The sight of a beautiful werewolf lady making love with a ridiculously sexy succubus, both in their natural forms, was truly something to behold.

Tomorrow, Jason was going to officially launch his first novel. He was going to self-publish it. Technically, tonight at midnight, it was scheduled to go up automatically. He’d already uploaded the files, the manuscript, and the cover image, (Delilah was a truly stellar cover artist), filled in all the pertinent information, all the little odds and ends that went into it. And Hannah had suggested having a launch party.

It was something that she used to do all the time. It was basically just a party under the guise of celebrating the author and their book. Or at least that’s what she said it always turned out to be. But wasn’t that every party? Wasn’t that almost every get-together and celebration? Even for holidays? He thought so, at least if his friends were involved. Or at least if these friends were involved. He hadn’t had many get togethers before he moved out here and started hanging out with all these vibrant, brash, enthusiastic paranormal women.

He’d gone over his novel two more times before calling it done, and had had to resist the urge to keep going over it. Hannah had told him that he just needed to shut down for at least two weeks, longer if possible. She suggested a month. Don’t write or plan or do anything. Let your brain rest and recuperate. And then get started on the next book. Jason already knew what his next book was going to be: the sequel to this one.

He already had a lot of ideas.

But he was a week into relaxing and it was getting a little easier. He’d been switched on and ready to write or edit or whatever for about three months now and it was hard to go back to off. Although he wasn’t stepping away from the social media. He’d gotten, well, not good per say at it, but halfway decent, and it made sense to keep it up.

But tonight, they were having a launch party.

Delilah and Alexis were coming for sure. And Lara had invited about half a dozen women that she stripped with. And some of Delilah’s witch friends were coming, including the married woman he’d casually fucked earlier this year. And she was bringing her husband. He’d actually talked with the guy a few times and it hadn’t ever been weird. Well, he had felt weird, but the guy was really cool and laid back and was obviously well aware of the fact that Jason and his wife were occasionally intimate. (He’d fucked her twice more since that first time.)

Plus she had a tendency to make out with him whenever he was around.

Which was really nice.

“You still with us, babe?” Hannah asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Jason replied. He had a tendency to zone out sometimes when he got too deep in thought. “Sorry, just thinking about things.”

“You’ve had a lot to think about recently,” Kylee replied, laying against him and running a hand down his chest.

“Yeah, I suppose I have. I’ve never been busier, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“That’s because you like what you’re busy with,” Hannah replied. “There’s this weird idea about dream situations, like, people talk about winning the lottery and retiring immediately and not doing much of anything, but they’d just get bored. The most ideal situation is to be busy as hell most of the time doing something awesome, something you love. Of course, not everyone can do that, and with all the crap jobs out there, I can honestly see why a lot of people have this idea.”

Jason nodded. He knew about crap jobs.

“How long before people get here?” he asked.

“Soon, I’m sure,” Hannah replied.

Upstairs, they heard the doorbell ring.

It was time to get started.

…

Once the people started showing up, they didn’t really stop until everyone had arrived.

Jason found himself being more social than he’d been in years, perhaps in his entire life. And Hannah and Kylee were right, he was actually enjoying himself.

Mainly, he found himself talking about his book. He partially thought that it was because they probably thought it was polite to show at least some interest, but he also thought it might be because there was this strange kind of...wonder was the wrong word, or at least he thought so, but a keen interest in people who called themselves authors. It didn’t even really matter if you wrote professionally, it seemed, so long as you presented yourself seriously.

He remembered Hannah’s rant about lazy authors.

Jason had never talked himself up because, well, he hadn’t been a serious writer until just over the past few months, and because he didn’t like to draw attention to himself, nor did he feel like he had much worth talking up.

But now he could say that he was an author.

He only had one book and it wasn’t even out yet, but he thought that he could at least claim to be an author. He was taking it seriously, had done so long enough to write an entire book, and planned to keep going.

And people, even paranormal people, responded to that, for some reason.

For the first two hours almost, he just moved around the house, talking with the people who had shown up, often just repeating information that he was happy to repeat. ‘What’s it about?’ was a fairly common question, and it felt nice to, for once in his life, have something that he was actually kind of proud of that other people were actually interested in.

Eventually, he found himself standing in Lara’s metalworking room with Alexis.

“So we haven’t really had much chance to talk,” he said as they stood there, holding hands and studying Lara’s work.

There were a lot more pieces now, most of them miniatures.

“I’m leaving the country,” she replied.

He looked over at her. Blinked. “What?”

She smiled shyly and looked back. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be dramatic. I’m leaving the country for a little while. About a month. Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

“Okay. Good. I...I’ll miss you.”

She smiled and hugged him. “I’ll miss you, too. A lot.”

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Well, I’m doing a mini tour of lectures. I did used to be a famous artist. I’ve had art houses and galleries and universities coming after me do to lectures for years, decades. I used to do it a lot. I once spent a whole year abroad, saying yes to everyone that I could possibly say yes to. It was so much fun. But I became a bit more reclusive as I got older, and eventually stopped responding at all. The requests slowed, and then almost stopped. I still get about half a dozen a year. And they’re paid, too. Some have offered me up to fifty thousand dollars to talk for three hours.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right? I’d feel so bad, accepting that amount of money. But last month, I received a request over in Ireland to speak at an art gallery and I decided, you know what? Why not? I offered to do it for free. I’ve got more than enough money to cover my own expenses and I was in Ireland a decade ago. It’s so beautiful over there. I missed it. So I also said yes to four more places, one in England, two in France, and another in Germany. I organized a schedule for it all and I’m doing it all gratis. I’m sure I’m opening myself up to a million more requests and other, worse things, but I want to do this.”

“What brought this on? I mean, I’m thrilled, it just seems kind of...out of the blue.”

“You, actually.”

“Me? Why?”

“I don’t know...there’s just something so invigorating about seeing someone start chasing after their passion for the first time. Seeing someone start out on that road. You’ve obviously had a similar effect on Lara,” she replied, indicating the minis.

“I didn’t do that. Lara just got back into it herself,” he replied.

Alexis shook her head. “When you’re a paranormal who lives for decades and decades and decades, it’s easy to get...content. Lazy. Especially if you’re successful. Sometimes it takes...someone special to us to kind of shift us back into gear.” She smiled and kissed him. “On an unrelated topic, since I’ll be leaving in about a week, I’m going to expect a lot of farewell for now sex from you,” she said.

He laughed. “I’d love to,” he replied.

“Good. Now let’s get back out there. This is your party.”

And so the night went on.

He thought that he ended up speaking, to some degree, to every single person that had shown up, and there were a fair amount of them. The house was full and there were a crapload of cars out there on the street. He hoped no one complained. And Hannah and Kylee were right: he had no reason to be anxious. Everyone here was pretty nice, and the atmosphere was really relaxed. Everyone who was here wanted to be here, and wanted to have a good time, and he thought that that’s what parties should be all about.

It wasn’t until shortly after midnight that things started getting really interesting.

“And...there it is,” Jason said, stepping back from his laptop.

A surprising cheer went up from the crowd as they looked at the screen. They’d all gathered at midnight, which was when his title was supposed to actually launch. Its online sale page had appeared shortly after 12:01 AM.

“That is such a beautiful fucking cover,” Wendy said.

“Alexis made it,” Jason replied.

“You are amazing, Alexis,” Wendy said, as the elf blushed as she got several agreeing compliments.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Okay,” Delilah said after a little bit. “I was thinking that Kylee should favor us all with a party trick she used to do.”

Jason looked over at her. “What party trick?” Hannah asked, grinning.

Kylee seemed utterly confused for several seconds. He noticed that she wasn’t nervous at all, having the attention of the whole group focused on her suddenly. Well, she was a natural performer. And then she seemed to remember, and she smiled.

“Oh? You really think I should? No one here has seen it but you,” Kylee replied.

“I think everyone here would love to see it. It’s so fucking hot. And I think that it would help transition this party into where everyone has wanted it to go for at least two hours now,” Delilah replied, looking around.

Okay, so it was something sexual. He had to admit, she was right. Several of the women had taken off most of their clothes. A lot of them were going around in nothing but panties or thongs, and they had some really nice breasts. And Lara and Kylee were both actually completely naked now. So what was it?

“Where should we do it?” Kylee asked. “I’ll need some room.”

“How about downstairs? Our bed is pretty big,” Hannah suggested.

“That would be perfect, actually,” Kylee said.

They all headed towards the basement and moved down the stairs and into their living area. Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever seen so many people in the basement at once. Certainly not since it had become their bedroom.

He was quietly impressed with how well Kylee was doing under the watchful gaze of almost two dozen people. Especially considering that she was completely naked, in her natural form, and preparing to perform a ‘party trick’ that was no doubt very sexual. Then again, she was a succubus, an extrovert, and a natural performer. And she had every reason to be confident. He found himself wondering intently what it was.

Kylee sat down near the edge of the bed. She paused for a moment, as though concentrating, then she grabbed one of her ankles and brought it up, putting it easily behind her head. Then she did the same thing with her other ankle. Now she looked like a contortionist. He began to get an idea of what might be happening.

She began to kind of compress herself, lowering her head further and further, beyond what it looked like she should even be able to.

“No way,” Hannah said.

No one was talking now, everyone silent, staring intently at Kylee.

She continued lowering her head until her face was just a few inches above her vagina. She had basically made a kind of ring with her legs and put her torso, arms and all, through it. It looked very strange, and also strangely erotic. Simply smiling now, she rested her arms her the back of her thighs and slowly pulled open the taut lips of her smooth, pink succubus pussy. She opened her mouth and stuck her long, forked tongue out.

Then she touched it to her own clit.

“Holy shit,” Jason muttered. She was actually eating herself out.

“Auto-cunnilingus,” Delilah said, grinning broadly. “Succubi are good at it.”

“Uh-huh,” Kylee said, though it came out a little weird because her tongue was currently in use. She moaned quietly as she continued licking her own clit.

“This is the single hottest thing I have ever seen,” Wendy said.

There were several murmurs of agreement.

She continued eating herself out, laying there, folded almost in half, for another minute or so, getting louder as she pleasured herself. Jason had developed an almost painful erection. It wasn’t just that this was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life, (Wendy was correct there), but it was also that there’d been a kind of subtle sexual tension the whole night, and not just because of all the nudity.

It was just that kind of atmosphere.

Everyone had been thinking about sex, but no one had acted on it. Yet.

And right now, all he was wearing was his boxers. Which had been awkward, but whatever, no one else was wearing anything more. Of course everyone here was more attractive than he was by several magnitudes, as they were all paranormals. And being hot was a lot easier when you were a paranormal.

Then Kylee looked up, directly at him, locking eyes with him. “Jason,” she said, and several people looked at him. “Would you like to fuck me?”

He swallowed. “Obviously,” he replied, and a few people chuckled.

“Then do it.”

He looked around. Several people were looking at him now. Several thoughts began racing through his head, several emotions coming to him. He was a little worried, a little afraid, a little anxious, a lot self-conscious. He’d never met most of these people before tonight. And now they were going to not only see him completely naked but also watch him fuck one of his girlfriends. How was he supposed to handle that?

But as he looked back at them, a realization came down on him.

It was almost delivered to him by some unseen force, this entire package of knowledge and understanding.

No one was here to judge.

Whatever lives they might live outside of this house, outside of this experience that was occurring, they were, in this moment, only interested in enjoying the experience of sex itself. Somehow, they actually did not care about how the people fucking looked or even really how good they were at it.

They wholly and simply wanted to enjoy seeing the act of lovemaking itself.

And that made him feel a lot better. There was a kind unity in the room, a self-contained atmosphere of safety and trust and happiness. No one was looking for trouble, no one was looking to embarrass anyone else, or make fun of anyone. There was a kind of shared union of simply wanting to maintain that air of happiness and relaxation.

“Don’t be shy,” Hannah said quietly, as his eyes fell on her.

He felt himself smile, and nodded, and took off his boxers. As he did this, to his surprise, a cheer went up among the crowd.

It was surreal.

He walked forward, and felt a few people reach out and run their hand across his back or his arm, and they were all very warm.

Within seconds, he was standing before Kylee, who looked up at him with her stunning, flickering eyes, her gaze full of love and lust. He settled his hands on the back of her thick, pink thighs, ran them up and down the smooth skin.

“I love you, Kylee,” he said quietly.

“I love you too, Jason,” she replied happily.

It had taken him about a month before he realized that, yes, he was in love with the succubus and that, yes, he could, in fact, love two people at the same time. It was kind of surreal, but also an extremely wonderful experience.

“Put it in my mouth first,” she said, then opened her mouth.

He didn’t hesitate, putting his steel hard cock into her mouth. She closed her luscious, wet lips around it and he pushed forward with his hips, then pulled back slightly, then forward again. Reaching down, hot pleasure rolling through him, he gripped her black horns and began fucking her mouth. She moaned loudly, his pleasure transferring to her. Inside, her mouth was so hot and wet, and now her skilled, forked tongue was caressing the head of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure into him. Kylee was a grandmaster at sucking dick.

He did this for perhaps another half minute, as this was really just a prelude to the sex. “Why didn’t you ever mention you could do this?” he asked as he pulled out of her mouth, looking down at her contorted form.

“I forgot,” she admitted sheepishly. “Haven’t done it in awhile.”

“Hmm,” he replied, and laid the now saliva-slicked head of his cock against the glistening, bright pink opening of her vagina.

Jason pushed forward with his hips.

Kylee gasped, then moaned as he pushed his way slowly into her, burying his cock by inches in one smooth go. He didn’t have to go back and forth, inching his way in, with Kylee. Her vagina could accept his length at all once while still, somehow, maintaining an extreme tightness that wrapped around his dick and almost squeezed it.

It felt beyond good.

Sliding into her again was like coming back to paradise. She was raw pleasure. Unfiltered, hot, wet pleasure. Sensual, sexual, rapturous bliss. He groaned, unable to help himself, as he pulled back, feeling the absurd ecstasy of her bare pussy dragging against his unprotected cock. One of the things he absolutely loved about these women that he now found himself in the company of was that there was never, now or in the future, a need for protection of any kind. They could, and often did, fuck at the drop of a hat.

And having unprotected sex was one of the most pleasurable things he had ever experienced in his entire life.

Jason didn’t think anything would top it.

“Oh, yesssss...” Kylee groaned, her voice deeply pleasured and deeply satisfied as he began to fuck her, sliding smoothly in and out of her impossibly good succubus vagina. Her perfect, huge tits were framed between her legs, looking just as fantastic as ever. As he started making love to her, rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of her at a faster pace, Kylee opened her mouth and once more extended her tongue.

She began to eat herself out again.

She moaned loudly and began panting as she tongued her own clit while he continued pounding her vagina.

Something moved off to his right and he glanced over, then realized, all at once, that everyone in the room had moved, apparently without his noticing. They were closer now. No longer in a crowd a few feet away from the foot of the bed, instead encircling it now, all of them no doubt wanting a better view of the sex that was being had.

They were all staring, most of them breathing heavily, several of them flushed. He realized they must be extremely turned on.

He wondered, suddenly, when, (not if, because it was a foregone conclusion), the fucking would begin.

“Oh, yes Jason!” Kylee cried, apparently unable to focus on eating herself out any longer. “Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed. All of this was building and kept pounding her, sliding his rock hard cock in and out of her tight opening, feeling the wet heat envelope him, pleasure him. Her muscles were moving, massaging his cock, stimulating him even further. He was going to come. He wanted very badly to come inside of her.

“Come in my mouth,” she moaned.

There was nothing he could say to that, nothing he could do but obey. He managed to keep fucking her for perhaps another twenty seconds, then he quickly pulled out and shoved his cock into her waiting, willing mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, half moaning, half yelling it.

The first burst of pure pleasure hit him as he began releasing his seed into Kylee’s mouth. And she was sucking. Fuck, she was sucking and it felt like a drug. He was holding her horns again, not moving, save for his hips, which were jerking forward slightly of their own volition, in automatic response to the orgasm. His entire body was rigid and immobile otherwise. He moaned and panted in intense, desperate pleasure as fresh waves of ecstasy rolled through him, bursting from his core each time his cock kicked inside of Kylee’s sucking mouth and released a fresh spray of his seed for her to drain from him.

He didn’t know how long he came, only that Kylee didn’t stop sucking the whole way through. She took it all in, every last drop.

And swallowed everything.

When he was finished coming, when Kylee had sucked him dry, he pulled out and looked around. Several of them were still looking at him. Hannah, Lara, Delilah, Alexis, some of Lara’s stripper friends, Wendy. But the crowd had thinned out a little bit. He saw Wendy’s husband was missing, and so was at least one or two of the witches. And two of the strippers, (he was bad with names tonight because he’d been introduced to so many people in one, unending blur), were making out on the huge C couch across the room.

“That was amazing,” Hannah said.

“It really was,” Wendy agreed.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” Lara said with a kind of vibrancy, a kind unstable lust entering her voice. She was looking wildly at him right now. She looked over at Kylee. “Move.” And Kylee moved, putting her legs back down.

And then Lara walked up to him and pushed him onto his back on the bed, and he scooted back in a kind of automatic reflex, so that he’d be on the bed enough to use it properly, and Lara climbed onto him, and that was it.

It was like someone had flipped a switch.

Then, everyone was kissing, and groping, and stripping what little clothing they had left. He was witnessing, he realized as Lara leaned down and kissed him deeply, an orgy. He was lucky that he hadn’t had very much sex today. He’d been too busy. As a result, he was horny enough that he thought, if he pushed himself, he could do it a few more times. And wow, he was already hard and Lara was taking his cock and slipping it into herself. She cried out as she pushed herself down the rigid length of his dick, then rapidly began fucking it. She bounced furiously on it, her hot, tanned, small breasts bouncing nicely.

The bed shifted and he looked over, realizing that they had some company. Wendy had joined them, and now so was Delilah, the two witches fully nude and absolutely beautiful. They were on either side of him and Lara, and each leaned in and began to suck on one Lara’s breasts. She’d been so focused on the sex that she let out a surprised gasped and looked down. “Oh! Hello, ladies,” she said, smiling broadly at them.

They murmured their responses as they continued to suck on her beautiful tits. Wendy reached down and found her clit, then began to simulate it. Lara cried out. “Oh fuck! This is too much! Ohhhh yes!” she cried, and then she was coming all over his dick. He could feel her sex juices coursing down over his dick and running across his stomach and thighs and hips. Lara was seriously a squirter, and pretty easy to get off, too.

When she’d gotten herself off, she got off of him. “Someone else take him for a ride,” she said, apparently satisfied.

Wendy grinned as she got on top of him. “Ready for another go, handsome?” she asked as she straddled him.

“Fuck yes,” he replied, reaching up and grabbing her fantastic breasts.

She pushed his cock into her tight witch pussy and he groaned at the fresh new burst of hot, wet pleasure. How many videos had he seen like this, before meeting Hannah, anyway? (He didn’t really watch porn anymore). How many videos of like a dozen people fucking in an orgy? And now he was actually living one. He had a super hot, mature, married woman on top of him, riding him bareback, her big, perfect breasts bouncing nicely as she bounced on his cock. And Delilah was there next to her, now making out with her, the two women twining and twisting tongues as they kissed passionately, both of them naked and perfect.

They looked like sex angles.

Divine beings of lust and sexual liberation.

He grabbed her broad hips and thrust up into her, causing her to cry out. “That’s it! Good boy!” she moaned as he started drilling up into her. She moaned loudly. “Delilah, touch me! Make me come!” she groaned.

Delilah didn’t wait for a second, immediately reaching down and beginning to furiously rub her friend’s clit.

“Oh yes! Yes, fuck! Keep going!” Wendy shrieked.

It was so hard not to come. But he could just tell that Delilah was going to want a turn with him. And he really wanted a turn with her, too. Reaching up, he grabbed Wendy’s awesome tits and groped them as she stirred his cock around in her, grinding furiously on it, while Delilah stimulated her clit with her fingertip.

Wendy almost howled in rapturous bliss as she began to orgasm.

“Ohhh, fuck...” Jason groaned as he felt that familiar rush, that wet heat, that clenching of muscles around his cock, massaging it, making it all feel so much better, heightening the pleasure of the experience.

Wendy was panting and moaning now as she orgasmed, her head thrown back, hands planted firmly against his sweat slicked chest, hips gyrating madly. She went and went and went until there was nothing left and she came back down from the high.

“Oh my,” she whispered, looking down at him, opening her eyes. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Jason replied.

“You still haven’t come yet, I guess I should give you to Delilah,” Wendy said, getting off of him, his still hard, as yet orgasmed dick falling out of her.

“I’ll make you come,” Delilah said, smirking defiantly down at him as she began to mount him, wanting her own turn.

“Wait,” he said sitting up. “I want a new position.”

“Okay.”

She got off of him and he got up, then pushed her onto her back, so that she was at the edge of the bed now, her vagina right there for him to fuck as he stood beside the bed. He looked down at her beautiful body, then hooked his hands beneath her lower legs and brought them up. Almost automatically, she gripped them and held them for him, her legs spread wide, breasts framed nicely between them, and she was ready to be fucked.

Jason fucked her.

He slipped his cock smoothly into her pussy and she moaned loudly. And he heard other moaning, too. Glancing behind him as he began making love to Delilah, he saw that Lara had changed into her werewolf form and was currently hunched over Hannah, both of them on hands and knees, and she was fucking the absolute hell out of her with a strap-on. Hannah began screaming Lara’s name in pleasure.

He couldn’t help but think it gave a new meaning to doggystyle.

He turned his attention back to Delilah, then reached out and settled his hands across her breasts. That was really something he never got tired of: touching women’s breasts. There was always that spark of sexual pleasure at touching them, groping them, feeling their weight in his hands, feeling the woman’s nipples pressing against his palm, the intimacy of it. Delilah let out a moan as he released her breasts and then ran his fingertips across her nipples.

Her breasts were very sensitive.

“Are you-oh!-enjoying yourself?” she asked.

“Immensely,” he replied as he they made love.

“Is this the kind of party you were hoping for?”

He laughed. “Obviously.”

“Me too. These are my favorite kinds of parties.” She cried out as he hit something sensitive inside of her and her whole body jerked in response. He kept drilling into her, burying his cock in her bare pussy over and over again, utterly enjoying the feel of it all, being inside of her, the warmth of her body, until he knew he’d held on for about as long as he could. But he couldn’t pop without getting her off first.

Reaching down, he laid his thumb against the nub of her clit and heard her gasp in response, her body tensing in anticipation. He began to stimulate it, to rub it as he kept fucking her, pounding her pussy, and she screamed in response.

In the end, it was a close finish.

He wasn’t sure which one of them started to come first, but he thought maybe she did. The second he felt that familiar release, that familiar feeling of hot wetness, the constriction of her muscles, his dick immediately started letting off, hosing her insides down with his seed. Both of them moaned and writhed and twitched together as they were taken by their climaxes. Jason cried out, pushing deeper into her as he pumped her pussy full of his seed, all of it coming out in thick spurts. He could feel his dick jerking and twitching inside of her as it emptied itself, could feel her hot sex juices spraying out from around it, getting onto his skin.

When they were finished, he pulled carefully out of her, his dick extremely sensitive now, and sat down on the bed beside her.

Jason surveyed the basement.

Wendy was on the couch, making out companionably with one of the strippers, a beautiful, curvaceous redhead with freckles, (he thought her name might have been Jena), Hannah had orgasmed and was now lying naked and panting on the floor, looking flushed and beautiful, smiling the deeply satisfied smile of a woman who has had her brains fucked out. Lara was still in her werewolf form, the strap-on off of her now, sitting with her back to the wall, surveying the room much as he was. She caught his eye, twitched her head, indicating he should join her. So he got up and crossed the room, sitting down with her.

“Having fun so far?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied. “A great deal of it.”

“Good.” She pointed at the redhead stripper. “Jena over there was talking about you,” she said almost casually.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Do you think she’s cute?”

“I think she’s hot as hell,” he replied.

She smiled. “You do have a thing for redheads. Most men do, I think. She’s an elf. She likes you. I think, if you tried, you could have a threesome with her and Alexis. How does that sound? Two tall, pale, redheaded elf women fucking you and each other?”

“That sounds like a fucking dream come true,” he replied.

“I thought it would. I want to fuck a few of my friends, but I want to have sex with you in this form later. Why don’t you go track down Alexis? She’s upstairs. While you do that, I’ll talk with Jena, and send her to your bathroom, since you could use a shower, and your shower would be a very nice place to at least start, if not have, the threesome.”

“Thank you,” he said, getting up.

“You’re welcome.”

He stopped by Hannah. “You doing okay, babe?” he asked.

“Uh-huh. Lara fucked me senseless. I think I might be out of commission for the night. What are you up to?” she asked, reaching out and taking his hand.

He held her hand, squeezing it gently, smiling at her. “I’m going to try and have a redheaded elf threesome in the shower,” he replied.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful. Don’t let me keep you,” she said.

“I love you, Hannah,” he replied, and kissed her.

“I love you too, Jason. So much. Now go have fun.”

“Yes, dear.”

He stood up and made his way upstairs. Luck was with him. Alexis, her face flushed and a little sweaty, wearing absolutely nothing, was just coming out of the spare bedroom that was technically Kylee’s, though she almost never used it for sleeping. She caught eyes with him and smiled. He thought he heard someone moving in the bedroom.

“Hello, Alexis,” he said.

“Hey, Jason.” She glanced back, closed the door. “I just got eaten out by a vampire stripper. And, in turn, ate out a vampire stripper.”

“It was good, I imagine?”

“Oh yes, it was amazing. Did you need me for something?”

“I did, actually. Want to have a threesome in a shower with me and another redheaded elf stripper?” he asked.

“That sounds wonderful,” she replied, and reached out.

He took her hand and led her back downstairs. When he looked around for Jena, he couldn’t find her. However, as he and Alexis stepped into the bathroom, he saw her waiting for them, just having finished turning on the shower, nude and beautiful. She was almost as tall as Alexis was, and where as Alexis was skinny but chesty, Jena was of a thicker build, her thighs bigger, hips and ass broader, fuller, her breasts bigger, though not by much.

She must get a lot of attention when stripping, Jason thought.

“Hi,” she said. “You must be Jason. And Alexis. I’m Jena.”

Alexis nodded, looking her up and down. “My God, you are so beautiful,” she said.

Jena laughed and smiled a small smile. “Thank you. You’re extremely pretty too, Alexis,” she said. Was she blushing? He didn’t know strippers did that. “Well, the shower’s warm,” she added after a moment.

“Let’s get to it then,” Jason said.

The three of them, already naked, entered the shower. Jason slowly rolled the glass door shut behind them. He studied Jena as she stood in the middle of the shower. Her golden eyes sparkled as she looked back at him. Elves sometimes had a more pronounced bone structure in their faces, giving them a more alien appearance. In Alexis, it wasn’t very noticeable, in Jena, it was far more noticeable. It made her look extremely exotic and alluring, lending her a unique kind of beauty. And the spattering of freckles across her face and breasts and down her arms only enhanced the effect. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted.

“Why?” he asked. “I mean, I can understand being intimidated by Alexis. She’s insanely hot, and smart, and ridiculously talented.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked me, Jason,” Alexis said.

“I guess it’s because you aren’t intimidated by me,” Jena replied.

“Really? I mean, I am. You are also ridiculously attractive. Like, seriously, you are so hot. And if we weren’t in this situation, there’s absolutely no way I’d ever work up the nerve to even talk to you. I just...well, it seems like you’re into this situation, and I’m so into you, so why not do it?”

“That’s fair enough, I suppose. I guess that’s the thing. I’ve kind of gotten used to humans being intimidated by me. I’d forgotten what it was like to encounter a guy who was into me and who wasn’t too intimidated to do something about it. Now, shall we begin?” she asked. “Cause I’m like really good at sucking dick, and eating pussy.”

“I would love to begin,” Alexis said and Jason nodded.

They took a moment to quickly wash up from their previous sexual sessions, and then Jena embraced him in hot, misty environment of the shower. She kissed him, no longer worried or hesitant. Now very confident. He wrapped her in a hug, feeling her big, pale breasts pressed against him, hot and wet and slippery, then reached down to grip her thick, well formed ass. It was very firm. She must work out a lot, he figured, being a stripper. They had to be in pretty good shape to do the kind of stuff they did several nights a week.

She tasted sweet and wonderful.

They kissed for a bit longer, and then Alexis was next to them, and she joined in, first kissing Jason, and then kissing Jena, who really started to get into it and soon the two pale redheads were embracing and making out passionately, their long-fingered hands roaming over each other’s wonderful bodies.

It wasn’t long before Jena was on her knees.

And she was right. She was really good at sucking dick. She bobbed her head slowly and smoothly, letting her lips drag over the head, which felt just fucking amazing. Not to mention how fucking beautiful she looked, her short red hair darkened and plastered to her head, her golden eyes staring up at him, her face pace and flawless and ethereal in its allure. She sucked him off like a professional until she brought him to the edge of orgasm, and then she moved over to Alexis, who put one foot up on the side shelf, to give her better access. Jena leaned in and began licking Alexis’s clit, causing her moan loudly in pleasure. She reached out and placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder to steady herself.

Alexis panted and moaned in intense pleasure as Jena ate her out. She kept going until the taller elf woman let out a prolonged cry and began to come. Jena pulled back, staring at the orgasm she’d caused, and Jason held onto Alexis to keep her from falling over. She moaned and twitched her way through the orgasm, gasping, eyes squeezed shut.

“You are very good at that,” Alexis whispered as she finished climaxing.

“Thank you,” Jena replied.

“Now I’ll do you,” Alexis said, indicating that she should sit down. She did so with her back to one wall, and Alexis laid down flat on her stomach, her head in between Jena’s generous thighs. There was just enough room for her.

“And I’ll do you,” Jason said, laying down on top of her.

“Yes, please,” Alexis murmured, and then set to work eating out Jena, who began moaning loudly in sexual gratification.

Laying flat against her, Jason slipped into her pussy, again feeling that intense pleasure, wondering how much longer he was going to last tonight. He’d built up a lot more sexual endurance over the past several months, but there were a lot of women here. Although they probably all didn’t want a piece of him.

No, he would make love to these two beautiful elf ladies, and then he make love with Lara, and then he’d spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking with Hannah. Jason pushed himself up on his hands, balancing on his knees to give himself better leverage, and really started driving into her. She grunted and moaned, muffled, as she orally pleasured Jena, who was moaning as well, running her fingers through Alexis’s hair.

As before, with Wendy, they came at almost the same time.

…

As it turned out, he was wrong.

After fucking Alexis and then Jena, another one of the strippers, a beautiful blonde werewolf who called herself Pixie, wanted his attention as well. And so had another one of the witches, a tall, thin brunette. And Wendy ended up making it a threesome.

At the end of the night, (which went on well into the morning), with the sun peeking in through the shades, Jason laid in his bed with Hannah and Kylee, sedate and happy, and realized that, at some point, a point he was not able to determine, even upon further examination, he had gotten his original wish, from way back when.

He was different.

Not only his life, but him, he was different.

And in a better way, a more positive way, and it was all thanks to Hannah and Lara and Kylee, Alexis and Delilah, and their friends.

And he only hoped he could somehow make them as happy as they’d made him. That felt like something worth dedicating a life to.

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I write about younger, often more innocent twenty-something guys. I’m honestly sick of all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys and firefighters. Most of all, I’m fucking sick and tired of all these BS ‘Alpha Male’ types. I don’t really want to bring down anyone who is writing or reading that, but I thought it was high time we started hearing about guys who are more realistic and down-to-earth.

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