Eve Langlais: Hybrid Misfit

Something screamed and gurgled, a sound covered by Simon roaring again. “Should we help him?” I asked as I watched Simon decapitate a vampire to get at Jeremy, who’d hidden behind rows of his people.

“Nah. He needs to blow off some steam. He wasn’t crazy about the plan,” Gene tossed that tidbit at me casually.

“Gee, and did it never occur to you to let me know about the plan?” I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him.

Gene grinned and shrugged. “What, and miss the fun we’ll have making it up to you?”

I punched him in the arm and laughed. “You are incorrigible.”

I thought about joining the fight, but was much more intrigued watching my big, bad ass dragon work on his anger issues. The man moved with a breathtaking grace, and while his fury was bloody, I loved that he was furious on my behalf. It didn’t take long for Simon to finish dealing with his vengeance and at the end of it all, there was an impressive scattering of dead vampires.

With the source of his anger eliminated, Simon stalked towards me, still bristling, almost seven feet of sweaty male-/oh my/. I didn’t flinch, even when he grabbed me in a bear hug that squeezed all the breath from me.

“I’m okay,” I squeaked.

“He hit you,” growled Simon.

“It’s healing already,” I replied loving his concern.

“I’m going to kill him again,” he said putting me down before turning to glare at Jeremy’s corpse.

“Couldn’t we just set the place on fire and then go back to your place to do the same with your sheets?”

I assumed the fact he threw me over his shoulder meant yes. I’ll admit, the position had its merits such as an interesting view of his ass, which I pinched-with difficulty, the man was built like a rock.

He responded with a smack on my bottom that made me squirm.

“Ow,” I said more out of habit than pain.

“That will teach you to mouth off to bad guys and get hurt before I have a chance to rescue you.”

Really? I slapped his ass back. “And that,” I replied, “was for coming up with a plan that involved me without telling.”

“Children,” said Gene jogging up beside us. “Can we continue this fascinating slap and tickle play at home? This place is about to go up in smoke.”

Sure enough, while Simon and I squabbled, Gene had proved a busy bee, lobbing fireballs about the place and setting it on fire. Given the age of the structure-old and ugly-it would burn well, leaving no signs, recognizable human ones anyway, of the vamps that had used it as a lair.

In what was becoming a familiar threesome hug, Gene popped us back to the loft.

Once there, though, Simon didn’t put me down. On the contrary, he stomped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“What are you doing?” I asked starting to get tired of my upside down position.

“Washing the stench of that creature off you.”

Mmm, that sounded promising. Simon finally set me back on my feet and his strong hands made short work of my clothes to the detriment of the seams.

Gene sauntered in as Simon turned me to and fro inspecting me for damage.

“I’m fine.”

Simon just growled and continued to run his hands down my body, which I enjoyed, so I didn’t protest much.

I did yelp, however, when Gene gave my bare ass a slap. “Hey.” I turned my head to glare at him. His eyes glowed with desire and the hint of a smile curving his lips made my heart rate speed up.

“Get in the shower before I give you another one.”

I blew him a kiss and didn’t move. I even waggled my bottom at him. The sharp smack tingled and my budding arousal went into all out horny mode.

“Naughty girl,” Simon murmured, his voice thick. I looked up at him and melted at the hungry look in his face.

I found myself manhandled into the oversized shower, the hot spray striking skin sensitized with anticipation. In short order, my lovers joined me.

Gene stood before me, his curved cock jutting from his groin. “Bend over and taste it,” he ordered.

I did as ordered-eagerly. I folded my body over, sticking my bottom out for Simon’s visual enjoyment. I took Gene’s swollen head into my mouth, moaning when his fingers grasped my hair, guiding me.

Behind me, Simon took up position, the head of his shaft brushing my backside. I wiggled it, longing to feel the thickness of his prick as it stretched my channel.

What I got instead was a slap. I cried out around the rod in my mouth and only barely managed to not bite down. Gene’s hands tightened their grip on my hair, pushing me back and forth on his length. He matched his rhythm to the rain of smacks on my bottom, something I’d never actually indulged in before but was rapidly discovering I enjoyed. I moaned as my ass heated up, the tingle of the slaps Simon bestowed firing my libido and soaking my pussy.

The sudden thrust of his massive cock into my channel forced me forward onto Gene’s prick, driving it down my throat, where my muscles flexed convulsively.

Gene’s grip on my scalp tightened, and, through gritted teeth, he panted, “Take what you need.”

I didn’t know which side of me he meant, but the decision was taken from me when my sharp incisors lowered, scraping the tender skin of his shaft.

Hot coppery liquid hit my tongue and I sucked at it, taking what he offered and more. My more sensual side woke as my dark feeding aroused me even further. My erotic delight passed from me to Gene, a molten wave of bliss that combined with the pounding pleasure of Simon’s cock in my pussy, brought on my orgasm. I cried out around the shaft in my mouth, taking him deep and clamping down.

“Oh fuck,” Gene groaned before shooting his fiery load down my throat.

I was too busy to enjoy his reaction, though, still caught in the waves of my diminishing climax. Simon continued to plow me, his rod a tight fit, but one that I loved. Distracted, Gene’s sated cock slipped out of my mouth. He didn’t seem to mind as he knelt under my bent body and caught a protruding nipple with his mouth, tugging it hard and sending a pleasurable jolt right down to my cleft. One orgasm down, I could already feel the next one building.

Behind me, Simon continued to slap my buttocks as he rammed me, the zinging pain making my pelvic muscles tighten deliciously around his shaft. I froze, though, when he stroked his thumb over my puckered ring.

I looked over my shoulder and gasped, “Out hole.”

His blazing eyes met mine. “For now.”

Gene released my nipple long enough to say, “Oh, sweet one, wait until you experience the ecstasy of having both of us seated in you at the same time. Our hard cocks fucking both your tight holes, our bodies sandwiching yours.” Then having said his piece he bit down on my nub and I cried out.

When he put it like that, I had to admit the idea had its appeal, even given my preconceived-if strange notions-about acceptable sex. Simon, as if sensing the direction of my thoughts, popped his thumb right into my rosette, a shocking maneuver that even in its alien feel, brought on my climax.

Gene lips caught my ecstatic scream as my body convulsed and quivered in the throes of pleasure, a bliss that went on and on, and Simon somehow through his rod, seated deep inside, fed me his arousal. When with a mighty bellow he finally came, I was overwhelmed with the power that rushed into me and collapsed against Gene, who held me cradled in his arms as the water in the shower, now gone tepid, continued to pour over us. And even though we ended up washing each other with giggles under a chilly spray, one thought kept circling: Hot damn, I’ll have to try and be bad more often if this is how they intend to punish me.