Hybrid Misfit

Chapter Five

I fell asleep troubled, and not just because of the demon who seemed to think the fact I lived spelled an end to the world. The guys, and my reaction to them, preyed on me. Why do I feel such a connection to them? It went beyond my wanting to jump them and ride them like an out of control cowgirl. I simply liked-no, make that loved-being around them. I loved the way Simon treated me like a fragile princess. I loved that Gene didn’t just drool over me, he joked with me like I was his friend. After my experience in the hospital with my brothers, I’d shied from friendships with men. I hated that they all looked at me with lusty eyes, never seeing me, the real person-albeit specially endowed with super powers. I had the same problem with human women although not to the same extent as men. With human men, all their actions and conversation with me seemed geared towards one thing-getting my pants off. In the past, that suited me just fine, after all, my mother always taught me to not play with my food.

With Simon and Gene, the sexual attraction was definitely there, along with the innuendos, but, it went further than that. They saw me for who I was, not just a sexy succubus. They could have taken advantage of me at any time as well, and yet, they’d acted like perfect gentlemen even though I sensed their raging desire. They talked to me and listened without staring at my boobs, which was disconcerting-I wasn’t used to men looking me in the eyes. I wondered how intense gazing into their eyes at the moment of climax would affect me.

All this musing, though, wasn’t getting me ready. I gnawed my lips as I realized something else.

I was nervous.

This was, after all, my first real date. Sure, I’d had guys take me home to see their ceilings, and I’d visited plenty of backseats, but all those encounters had resulted from me siccing my power on the male in question. Dinner in a nice restaurant where I was expected to keep my panties on while the eating happened, how new and different. The jury remained out on whether I liked it. If I truly wanted to be honest with myself-the horror!-then I needed to also admit the upcoming evening scared the hell out of me.

What if, we have a great dinner, and then go back to their place for some amazing sex, and tomorrow, they don’t call, and I go back to being alone? A part of me was terrified that once they’d conquered my panties, I’d end up ditched at the curb with a broken heart. Stupid me, when did I allow myself to care?

I really hated having in depth, heart-to-heart conversations with myself. I never liked my own answers.

I finished dressing and headed out to the living room and my waiting panel of roommates, ready to judge me.

“How do I look?” I asked smoothing down the skirt of the black cocktail dress I’d bought for the occasion. It went to my knee, and while hugging my curves was far from skintight. It did, however, dip really low in the back making a bra useless, so it had some redeeming slutty qualities.

“You look fabulous and you know it,” said Lana, taking the sea conch from her ear for a moment. On land, we had cell phones; under the sea, they used conchs and seashells. Go figure.

“Are you sure?”

Claire giggled. “I never thought I’d see the day you were worried about attracting a man, or should I say men?”

I made a face at her. “I’m more worried about looking too hookerish and not being allowed in the restaurant to eat.”

They reassured me that I looked elegant not high priced. I knew my friends were right-I looked great. On the outside at least, I looked sleek and sophisticated, but under the skirt, I wore a skimpy g-string and my cleft was clean shaven.

All my soul searching and disturbing conclusions still led back to one key point. I was given a second chance at life, and mutant hybrid or not, possible means to the end of the world or not, I’d live life to the fullest and worry about the consequences later. And that motto meant grabbing the boys by their horns-with a firm grasp-and taking what they offered-naked and enthusiastically.

I also had a plan to take care of my ex-brothers-kind of. But I’d need help, and I knew just the two guys to give it to me-and not just in a carnal sense.

A knock sounded and I jumped to the amusement of my friends.

Lana started crooning, “Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.”

I glared at her and went to answer the door. Upon opening it, I found myself assailed by a jungle-okay not a real one, but the wild tangle of blooms thrust at me certainly must have set back the rainforests quite a bit.

Startled-my first bouquet of flowers, sniff-I hid my surprise and delight by grabbing the supersized bouquet and heading to the kitchen to find something to put them in. An acre of land came to mind, but by splitting the floral arrangement into every large container I could find, I managed to find the time to calm my shaking hands. Like a virgin indeed, I snickered to myself.

Chiding myself for being a ninny, I took a deep breath and headed back out to the living room.

I stopped dead at the sight of them-I didn’t have a choice because I needed to clamp my thighs tight to stop the rush of moisture that flooded my cleft.

Oh my, they look so yummy.

I wasn’t the only one who’d taken care with her wardrobe. The guys looked splendid dressed in matching suits with-gasp-ties. The wicked vixen in me could already imagine those naughty neck nooses lashed around my wrists as I writhed beneath their sensual touch.

I’ll never make it through dinner.

Their eyes shone with admiration and their smiles reflected their happiness at seeing me. Simon approached me first and grasped my hand in his big paw. He lifted my trembling hand and twisting it slightly, placed a hot kiss on the inside of my wrist. I shuddered and I would have slumped into a boneless puddle at his feet, had he not released my arm to slide his own around my waist supporting me.

I am in so much trouble if something simple as that makes me lose all my motor skills.

Gene approached me next, and leaned in, kissing me softly on both cheeks, European style; the subtle aroma of his cologne tickling my senses. His whispered, “It felt like an eternity waiting for this moment,” made me almost close my eyes and swoon.

A snort from Lana with a “Get a room,” revived me a bit, as did the unexpected blush that crept up my face.

Claire sighed. “Oh, I can’t wait to find a man who makes me feel like that.”

“You’ll be meeting him sooner than you think,” Gene said to her cryptically before bowing in their direction. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse us, we have reservations.”

And just like that I was whisked away. Instead of using a limo, Gene hugged Simon and me, and with a nod of his head, we were elsewhere.

We stood in the vestibule of a swanky joint, the polished wood, thick carpeting and gold accents screaming old school. I heard the sound of a throat being cleared and turned to see the maître d’. And that’s when I realized, fancy place or not, I doubted Chef Ramsey had ever heard of this place. The lizard man in the suit with the bowtie inclined his head at us and I bit my lip so as to not rudely blurt what the heck is that?

“We have reservations,” Simon said tugging me forward to stand before the podium which had a thick book open on top.

“Your name?” asked the lizard thing with what I could have sworn was a sneer.

I’m not sure what Simon did behind me, but the maître d’ recoiled and adopted a more servile expression. “Of course, sir. Sorry for not recognizing you. Please, follow me.”

We followed the lizard man-who, to my amusement, had a tail sticking out of the back of his pants. We passed dozens of tables, partially hidden in shadows, but not dark enough for me to not realize that most of the patrons weren’t descended from Adam and Eve. I recognized some species-like the dwarves with their big beards and short, stocky stature. There were some fairies with gossamer wings whose sizes ranged from Thumbelina to human sized. The one eyed scary dude was, if I remembered my mythology correctly, a Cyclops. And at the sight of a bright blue demon, I clutched tightly at Simon’s arm.

He followed my gaze and patted my hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry. We’ll explain it in a second.”

His words made my eyes widen, because I immediately grasped the implication. “You’re using me as bait,” I hissed. I’d actually contemplated doing that and it was part of the plan I’d meant to broach over dinner. It annoyed me that they’d acted without consulting me first, even if I’d had the some thought.

“I prefer the term ‘showing you off,’” Gene replied as we arrived at our table and he pulled out a chair for me.

I sat automatically and my dates took up a seat on either side of me. The back of my neck prickled as I imagined myself the object of everyone’s stare. I drummed my nails on the table and said tersely, “Explain.”

To my surprise, Simon answered instead of smooth-talking Gene. “It originally occurred to us to keep you hidden. We planned to hunt down the vamps you were created with and destroy them before they could out you. But, as Gene pointed out, we couldn’t be sure none of them slipped and told somebody who’d find your existence a tasty tidbit to sell. So, while the plan is still to kill them, we’re after bigger prizes.”

My eyes grew wider and wider. “Are you out of your freaking mind?” I said through clenched teeth. “What part of hordes of demons and angels gunning for me did you not get?”

Gene chuckled. “Calm down. We won’t let you get hurt. And, there’s one thing you should know: you have more allies than you realize. Angels and demons are just two sects who would be content with things staying the same. Remember how I told you there was a movement to let the prophecy come true?” I nodded still not reassured. “I talked to some of my contacts about you, and you’ll be pleased to know, that they’ll protect you.”

“Gee,” I said with a sarcastic lilt while rolling my eyes, “I feel so much better now. I get to trust strangers with my life.”

Simon’s immense hand covered mine. “They’ll have to go through me or Gene first, a sure death warrant for them as we won’t let you get hurt.”

I would have retorted, but at that moment the most beautiful woman in the world-who happened to have wings of translucent gold-approached our table. I stood, somehow knowing that staying seated in front of her would be disrespectful. There was something majestic about the otherworldly woman that I reacted to instinctively.

Eyes of gold gazed upon me and I shivered sensing the power in her stare. I fought the urge to kneel before her and after a few moments of silence, she spoke, her voice lilting and musical. “Finally, the one foretold has arrived. Welcome dear one. Should you require aid in your quest, you may call upon me.”

I looked on her blankly. “Um, thanks.” While I appreciated her offer, I hadn’t the slightest clue who she was.

“Queen Mab, you do us great honor,” said Gene who’d also stood along with Simon.

“A token has already been sent to your court in thanks for your kindly gesture,” rumbled Simon.

The queen’s eyes glowed and her lips curved into a smile that held a touch of avarice. “I knew the rumors of your demise had to be false. Congratulations on your choice.”

With an incline of her head, the Queen departed leaving behind a scent of sunshine-and a host of questions. We all sat back down just as a waiter-an actual monkey dressed in a suit-arrived with wine glasses. I waited until he’d poured us all a brimming glass full and left before I spoke.

“That’s it,” I said looking at Simon. “Why is it everyone who meets you acts like you’re some kind of god? Just what are you, and why do they think you’re so scary?”

“You don’t think I’m scary?” he replied sidestepping with a grin.

“No, but if I don’t get a straight answer, you’re going to discover how scary I can be.” I had my own theories as did my roommates-and twenty bucks riding on the answer.

“I’m an ice dragon.”

I blinked. I looked him up and down. Then sighed.

“What? You asked for the truth.” he said spreading his hands.

Gene chuckled. “Perhaps you should go outside and show her your magnificent alter ego.”

“No, I believe him. I just can’t believe how wrong I was.”

“What did you think I was?”

I squirmed. “Well, I had a few theories. I had you narrowed down to a Titan-”

“Much too small,” replied Gene.

“Or an incubus.”

“Not pretty enough,” snorted Gene while Simon, looking astonished, blushed.

“Claire thought you were a shapeshifting polar bear and Lana actually thought you were some kind of deity like Poseidon.”

Simon grinned. “She thought I was a god? Don’t worry, after tonight, I’ll prove to you that I am and much more.”

It was my turn to blush as his words spread heat through me. But, I wasn’t quite done with them yet. I took a sip of the wine and almost choked. “What the heck is this?” I asked as my eyes watered.

“Dragon ice wine, a potent concoction for the uninitiated,” Gene said dryly.

“I like it,” said Simon stubbornly swigging it.

“Fine, whatever,” I pushed the glass aside and went for the crystal goblet of water, which certainly hadn’t come from any municipal tap. “Now, before we get off topic, there are a few more things we need to talk about. Like, how is this dinner going to lead us to my vampire brothers?”

“Oh, someone here will blab,” stated Gene with assurance. “And if the vamps don’t make a move, then we’ll try something bolder. But I’m pretty sure someone will sell them the info. After all, only the blood of a Nephilim can allow a night stalker to walk in daylight.”

“Whoa, stop right there. First of all, I looked up that Nephilim thing and Wiki says they’re the result of an Angel banging a human.”

Gene made a buzzer noise. “Wrong. Angels who mate successfully with humans make incubi and succubi. While demons who mate with humans, without killing them, make vampire babies. Nephilim are a mixture of both angel and demon. Although, you’re the first I’ve heard who started out human.”

“Fine, so the internet was wrong. Now how come only my blood can let the vamps walk in daylight? What about the fairies? Aren’t they like sunshine and stuff? Wouldn’t they make a better choice?” The words popped out of my mouth before I could stop them and I quickly peered around to see if any fairies overheard, but no one seemed to be paying us attention.

“Fairies are pure poison to the dark ones,” Simon answered. “No one knows why the blood of the Nephilim is the only thing that allows vampires to walk during the day. In the old days, before the cleansing, Nephilim used to be little more than blood slaves to the vamps.”

I shuddered. “Okay, change of topic. Let’s say I go along with the plan to be bait. I need to know how to fight.”

“From what I saw, you did a fine job on your own,” said Simon with a creased brow.

“That was hand to hand stuff. I’m talking about learning to use my powers to help me instead of having to use my fists. I mean, I’ve got the wings and learned to kind of fly, but-”

“You have wings?” interjected Gene looking surprised.

“Yeah. Why? Don’t all Nephilim have them?” I looked back and forth between them and tried to hide my shock when I realized the answer. “I’m a freak,” I mumbled slumping forward to hide my face in my hands.

Big hands tugged at mine and I lifted my face reluctantly. Simon peered at me with a quirky smile. “I can turn into a huge dragon and blow ice. Not to mention, grow claws, a tail and cause all objects around me to become layered in frost. Does that make me a freak?”

“No, because that’s part of who you are.”

“And your wings and whatever other secrets you’ve acquired are a part of you. So what if you’re not like the Nephalim of the past? Think of yourself instead as the new and improved model. There’s nothing wrong with being different. Take a look around you. You’re not alone.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Gene announced amidst the seriousness. “We need to give her a name of her own. Since she’s not quite a Nephilim but a new class of being, she deserves the chance to name herself as the first of her line.”

At first I wanted to tell Gene where he could shove his idea-in a place that light didn’t shine-but something about owning who I was, actually appealed. But what could I call myself? “You know what, I like it, but how do I decide on a name. I mean, what if there ends up being others like me in the future? I don’t want to leave them saddled with a name they hate.”

We mulled this together as our monkey server arrived bearing plates piled high with what looked a caesar salad. I’ll admit I was disappointed. I kind of expected blue lettuce and some kind of alternate dimension dressing, but after tasting it, I could at least concede it was the best freaking salad ever.

“Humangon,” said Gene all of a sudden.

I wrinkled my nose. “That is horrible.”

Simon paused eating long enough to say, “Humaneph.”

“Bless you,” I said sarcastically. “Come on, can’t you think of something that describes me, the sexiest hybrid misfit ever?”

“That’s it!” announced Gene.

“What? Sexiest?” I queried.

“Hybrid misfit,” Gene clapped his hands. “It’s perfect.”

I mulled it over and a light bulb went off inside my head, the brightness of it making me blink. “You’re right and it won’t just be for me. I’m not the only one who doesn’t fit in. Look at poor Lana, a siren who can’t change into her fishy self or go near the ocean. She could be a hybrid misfit, too.”

Gene laughed. “And the wood nymph who prefers celibacy, she can be a hybrid misfit as well.”

“Anyone who’s not human and who doesn’t want to conform can belong,” I said getting into it. “We’ll have t-shirts done up. We’ll start a club.”

I giggled, joined by the guys, and even though I knew we were the object of stares all around, I found myself not giving as much of a damn. Hybrid misfits aren’t meant to conform, and starting with me, I’ll forge my own path, thank you very much. Starting with my seduction of my two dinner partners.

Right after the main course, of course. Even I couldn’t resist the mouthwatering aroma of the prime rib placed in front of me, and if the meat wasn’t like any bovine stuff I’d eaten before I ignored it, because it was ambrosia in my mouth. And besides, hybrid misfits weren’t afraid to try new things, say, like, my very first threesome.

Now that we’d tackled the boring stuff, I found myself recapturing the lust from earlier. We made small talk, the conversation and laughter flowing smoothly. Every so often Simon’s hand would slide under the table and squeeze my thigh-after pushing my skirt up first. The heat of his palm resting on my skin made me shiver. I kept hoping he’d move his hand over and dip a finger into my soaking honey pot, but the big tease would rub me for a moment, then move his hand away.

Gene employed a different tactic. He’d cut a prime morsel and then pop it into my mouth-with his fingers. I’d suck them clean and his eyes would glow. I wondered if anyone would notice if we disappeared under the table for a moment.

Looking at the easy camaraderie between them, I suddenly felt a burning need to know. “How did you guys meet and become friends?”

The boys looked at each other and laughed. At my questioning look, Gene, with a sheepish smile, said, “To understand, first I need to admit that I pissed off a powerful sultan. He didn’t take kindly the fact that I seduced and ruined all the women in his harem. ” At my arched brow, he grinned even wider. “All one hundred and forty seven of them. He had a Djinn of his own who lived in a brass lamp. Using one of his wishes, he had me cursed and sealed in the bottle I showed you, then cast into the ocean.”

I leaned forward, rapt. “It’s like something out of The Arabian Nights.”

Simon laughed at Gene’s scowl. “Don’t remind me of that tale. Who do you think the Djinn in that story was?”

I giggled. “So how long did you end up swimming around in your bottle?”

“Oh, a thousand years or so.”

That shut me up and wiped away my smile. “Oh, Gene, how awful.”

“Yes, it was,” he replied soberly, only to grin again a moment later. “Actually, it ended up just what I needed. I mostly napped during that time, caught up on some reading and basically relaxed. Until the day a wave tossed me up on the icy shores of the Antarctic, that is, and a covetous dragon stole me and hid me away in his hoard of treasure.”

Simon almost choked on the wine he’d just swallowed. “Stole? Ha, you washed up on my beach and the rule is finders keepers. Besides, your glass bottle was pretty and went well with my collection.”

“You actually have a treasure hoard?” I asked, distracted like a crow by a shiny bauble.

“Oh yes, and if you’re a good girl maybe I’ll show you,” he promised with a wink.

“Hello? We were talking about me,” Gene interjected. “And if you want treasure, I can show you things that this here old dragon can only dream of owning.

I giggled as they argued back and forth over who had the most priceless item. Eventually, I waved my hands and declared a draw. “Back to the story, Simon found your bottle and then what? Rubbed it and out you poofed?”

“Ha, I wish. My friend here didn’t even realize I was in there for the first hundred years, and trust me it wasn’t for lack of trying.”

Simon shrugged. “Just because I hear disembodied voices doesn’t mean I reply.”

As answers went, his was strange, but his wink led me to understand he was yanking my leg-although all this banter really made me wish he’d yank something else.

“Eventually, my cold blooded captor opened the bottle,” Gene said with a dramatic sigh

“I needed a container to store some wine,” Simon explained.

“And, while we initially clashed-”

“Because I’d chosen to move away from humans and Gene wanted to rejoin them.”

“We discovered that we quite enjoyed each other’s company, and thus was the greatest friendship in existence born.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. He just likes bragging he’s friends with the last ice dragon. And besides, he wouldn’t go away.”

That set them off on another friendly squabble that put me in stitches, and with them still taunting my body with fleeting touches, at the same time revving my desire.

Dinner took forever, or so it seemed to my extremely horny body. When the monkey server asked if we wanted dessert I almost screamed yes, the cream filled, tube kind, but Gene waved him away.

“I think we can come up with something sweeter and more satisfying at our place,” Gene said to me. My sex watered in agreement. I’m not sure how I managed to stand on legs that wobbled like a newborn colt’s. The men bracing me on either side surely helped.

We’d no sooner popped out of the restaurant back to Simon’s loft than I lost the battle with my arousal.

I turned into the chest of my friendly giant and tilted my head just in time for his lips to claim mine. His firm mouth clung to mine and I snaked my arms around his neck, pressing myself against his solid length. At my back, Gene’s body pressed against me, his scorching lips teasing the sensitive skin of my nape.

Oh, sweet heat.

Molten desire poured through my body. I was so hot and ready for them. My fingers clenched at the fabric covering the skin I wanted to explore. I tugged and mewled against his mouth. A chuckle in my ear made me shiver. “Slow down, precious one,” Gene said flicking his tongue against my ear lobe. “We have all night.”

With those promising words, I was swept off my feet and carried into a bedroom with the biggest damned bed ever. Simon tossed me onto the snowy white cover and I bounced with a squeal.

Holding my gaze, Simon stripped off his dinner jacket and loosened his tie. “Hey Gene,” he said over his shoulder to the genie who’d also stripped of his coat. “I think our little hybrid misfit here is a touch impatient.”

“Are you thinking what I am?” Gene tugged off his tie and snapped it between his hands.

Simon smiled and in the blink of an eye, I found my arms pulled over my head and attached to the bedposts with their ties. It’s a fantasy come true. They left my legs free, but still, just knowing I was at their mercy made me freaking wild and I trembled with anticipation.

“Oops,” Gene said with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “We forgot to remove her dress first.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Simon replied kneeling on the bed between my legs.I squeaked as I realized he meant to rip the dress off me. “I just bought that,” I protested.

“I’ll buy you dozen to replace it,” growled Simon. He’d no sooner spoken than with a tearing sound, my dress was ripped from my body leaving me clad only in my g-string.

“Perfect,” Simon murmured before burying his face between my breasts.

“Um, aren’t you guys a little overdressed?” I panted as he worked his mouth over to one of my taut nipples. Then I didn’t really care because he took my aching peak in his mouth and sucked. I cried out at the intense sensation, my body arching up to strike his.

“She’s right,” rumbled Simon pulling his mouth from my bud. I pulled at my bonds, wanting to grab his head and put it back where it belonged-pleasuring me.

But I changed my mind when I saw both guys move to stand at the foot of the bed and start stripping. The shirts came off, the popping of flying buttons revealing two magnificent chests. Simon’s was wide and covered in slabs of muscle. Hairless, pale and smooth, his waist narrowed as did his abs into a tantalizing vee that disappeared into his slacks. Gene had a slimmer build, but he was very well toned with an even caramel tan and flat nipples pierced by golden rings. I couldn’t decide which torso I wanted to explore first.

Not that they gave me a choice-how exciting. Without a word, they each took up a position on either side of me. Like synchronized lovers, they each latched onto a nipple, their mouths both hot and yet different in their technique.

Under their oral caresses, I grew wild with want, my sex slick with juices, and my clit throbbing for attention. As if just thinking of my poor pussy relayed a psychic message, a questing hand slid down my body, wait make that two hands, one on each side. I parted my legs for them and while one delved between my soft folds to insert itself into my ready channel, the other found my clit and stroked it.

The intense sensation, along with the mouths sucking at my protruding nipples, was enough to send me over the edge. I climaxed quickly, the quiver of my release clamping my sex around the fingers pumping me. I cried out, my lower body bucking.

“Good girl,” whispered Simon, who’d slid his mouth up to my neck. “Now kiss me.” I turned my face sideways and found his mouth. His slick tongue parted my lips and found mine for a wet duel.

Engrossed in our embrace, I lost track of Gene, but remembered him real quick when a hot tongue darted out to flick against my clit. I bit Simon’s lip in surprise and he grunted, but he didn’t pull away. The metallic flavor of blood hit my taste buds and my dark side tried to rouse. Already battling my succubus side-which fought to feed at this buffet of sensual delights-I moaned and pulled my mouth away.

“Feed from me,” he whispered, following me. “You will not harm me.”

I would have protested, but he pressed his bitten lip against my open mouth. I couldn’t resist. I sucked at his pinprick wound. The minute amount wasn’t enough for a true feed-delicious and exotic as his blood was-but it quelled my dark side-for the moment. My succubus side was another matter though. Gene’s mouth worked insistently at my sex and despite my recent orgasm, I found my arousal building again, tightening my channel. My sexual nature also sensed their torrential desire, and much as I tried to hold my succubus side on a leash, I could feel my grasp weakening.

Distracted, I stopped responding to Simon’s embrace and he moved away to my belated chagrin. He returned quickly though and he straddled my upper chest with his naked body. Startled, I opened my eyes and then opened them wider as I took in the size of the cock jutting from the vee of his thighs.

“Good grief, you’re huge.” My sex clamped down around Gene’s tongue in excitement and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting Simon.

The tip of his cock pearled a drop of fluid as I stared. I craned my head towards it, but couldn’t quite reach. Simon thrust his hips forward and the tip of his shaft entered my open and waiting mouth. I licked the pre-cum and then sucked at the mushroom cap trying to get more, for his unique flavor hit my tongue and I craved more.

I looked up to meet Simon’s glowing gaze as I slid my lips along the length of his shaft. The cords in his neck tightened as his rod filled my mouth, my teeth grazing him. He was just too big for me to take completely, but I did my best. In my position, bobbing my head was hard, but Simon took care of this by fucking my mouth, his hard prick going deep enough to gag me, then withdrawing.

Not to be outdone, Gene finally stopped his oral torture of my pussy and I felt my pelvis hoisted. The tip of his shaft probed at my wet slit and I moaned around the rod in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. But Gene teased me, rubbing his swollen head against my sensitized nub, making me mewl around Simon’s prick. Restrained by ties and bodies, I was at their mercy, and while it frustrated me that I couldn’t take what I wanted, it also made me wilder than I ever recalled getting.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gene impaled my sex on his long cock with its curved tip. I grunted at the welcome penetration, my channel squeezing tight and sending jolts of pleasure throughout me. Slowly at first, Gene pumped me, his thrusts matching those of Simon’s, still filling my mouth.

It was exciting and different. Trying to concentrate on my oral technique with Simon’s cock versus the fucking of my pussy was distracting. One moment, I’d suck energetically only to lapse when Gene would pound vigorously at my willing flesh sending me spiraling on the wings of pleasure. Then Simon would remind me of his large presence by probing the back of my throat with his shaft and off I’d go again, working his thick rod.

A particularly hard series of thrusts, and a new angle, had the tip of Gene’s cock finding and striking my g-spot-over and over. The jolts made me forget the shaft in my mouth and I clamped down, lost in bliss.

Simon hissed and I loosened my oral grip. I opened my eyes to see his eyes smoky with pleasure.

“Suck,” he ordered even as I felt his blood trickling down my throat. I needed no further urging. My dark side took over and sucked at the inadvertent wound that pumped his life force into me. It fed me and drove my rapture to new heights.

My cheeks hollowed and I inhaled him, hard and fast. His fingers twisted into my hair, aiding me in pumping his cock down my throat. I felt him tighten before he came in a creamy rush that filled my mouth and spilled out. I wanted to smile with the knowledge I’d made him lose control. Simon withdrew his shaft from my mouth and moved off of me to the side.

Gene’s cock still worked me, his body glistening with sweat as he pistoned my channel. He smiled when my eyes caught his and he increased his pace sending me into a series of mewling gasps. My pleasure coiled inside me, and without Simon’s weight pinning me, I arched my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Gene leaned down over me, his muscled arms keeping his full weight off of me.

“Take what you need,” he whispered before kissing me. I wasn’t going to, after all, my succubus side didn’t really need feeding. But when Simon’s big fingers pinched my nipples while Gene swirled his cock against my sweet spot, I came hard. In the throes of an orgasm-a nine for sure on the Richter scale-the leash I held over my needs slackened and I took what Gene offered.

I sucked his tongue into my mouth and as I tasted him, I opened my other mouth, the esoteric one that fed on pleasure and emotions. The rush of power that flooded into me threw my body into another climax before I’d completed the first. I shook with the force of it and still Gene poured himself into me, his body pounding away until finally, with a cry I heard with my mind and not my ears, he came, a hot torrent that filled me in more ways than one.

Even half conscious, I knew to pull away before I drained him too far. I tore my mouth from his panting. Gene collapsed on the bed beside me, his breathing ragged. I stared at the ceiling as I tried to regain my breath, my being radiating satiation and power.

“Wow,” I managed to say.

Thick fingers wrapped around mine, and I turned my head to smile at Simon who lay propped beside me on one arm. “And that’s just the beginning,” he promised with a grin.

My hand was grabbed on my other side and I swiveled my head to see Gene with a beatific look on his face. “Screw hybrid misfit, I think we should call her awesome.”

I blushed at his praise. Somehow coming from a guy who had super powers and lived longer than I cared to think about-and fucked an entire harem on his own-it said a lot. I hoped. Or did he say that to all the girls? Nah, I know I’m good. And, I’ll admit, that was a personal best for me.

“Still hungry?” rumbled Simon.

I frowned. “You know, you guys didn’t have to feed me. I can fend for myself.”

“Not anymore,” Simon growled, followed by Gene with, “There’s no need.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. Sometimes I could be clueless and while I had an inkling of what they meant, I needed to hear it said.

“From now on if you need to feed, you use us.”

A part of me bristled at his caveman answer. Who made him the boss of me?

Gene smoothed it over with, “Having grown quite attached to you, it would please us if you would turn to us if you need feeding as we cannot be sure of our jealous reaction should you choose to feed off another.”

“Oh.” They liked me? I warmed up-not just my desire but my heart, too. “What if it’s an emergency?” I queried.

“Emergencies are fine, but if we have a say, we’ll never be too far from your side.”

I frowned. “I’m not moving in.”

“Yet,” said Simon with a smile.

I knew I should have probably been a little annoyed at their gently put command, but, I’d never had a boyfriend before, and now it looked like I had two, and while they’d share with each other apparently, nobody else could join in. It was kind of hot.

“Now, on a different note, didn’t someone say something about pleasuring me all night?” I queried with a naughty grin.

I laughed when they pounced on me with eager hands and mouths. And true to their word, I spent a blissful night, and I didn’t fall asleep until dawn touched the sky, smooshed between my lovers, clasped to my delight, in their arms.