Cam's Justice

"If you're wondering, let me put your mind at ease, we don't use sex as a tool at all. We keep our sex lives for pleasure and relationships only, it's just... better that way. Sex isn't a good long-term plan for influence, and isn't attractive to me at all, nor the other ladies in my Kiss. Lysa has refused quite a number of men since she's become yours."

I actually hadn't even considered that at all, which was probably naïve of me. I mean that literally, it never once occurred to me that her body didn't belong to me and the coterie, despite her being away from us most of the time. Was that arrogance? I wasn't sure, but maybe not since she was faithful to me, all my women were, because I treated them right out of bed, and I kept them extremely satisfied in bed.

Still, I believed she told the truth. Maybe it was my half-incubus side, but I knew instinctively that she wasn't all that serious about the flirting she was doing with me, she was just handling me with it, it was her social weapons and armor. It even worked to a certain extent, the teasing attention of a beautiful woman was a potent thing, even though I knew what it was about. In short, I liked the stunning light blonde already, although our alliance and my care for Lysa had already predisposed me toward that as well.

As to how I'd feel about Lysa using that harmless flirting to manage a noble... I wasn't sure yet. If it was like what Niri was doing with me, I was sure I'd be fine. If she got heated or turned on by it, playing with and flirting with the noble men in a teasing way, that might not go so well for me, even if she had no intention of giving in to that desire. Emotionally infidelity. Perhaps that was hypocritical, but I didn't give a shit, it was the way it was. They were mine, and I took care of them.

"Right, what else?"

She said, "if someone invites you off to private conversation, the bow comes after the conversation, when you part ways from a private place. You only need to bow first if you're led to a noble by another who's in a private place, which could also happen. I don't think that'll happen though, they'll want to meet you, but they'd also be nervous about being alone with a witch and his coven."

"Want to stay here and party instead?" I looked her up and down, "That sounds like a lot more fun."

She giggled, and turned to Lysa, "You're right, I need to watch myself around this one."

I winked equally as playfully, even as I knew she was full of shit.

She said, "Okay, last rule that isn't common sense, under no circumstances go off alone with one of the females of the peerage. Always have an escort with you."

"Why? That's fine, I mean, but why?"

She replied, "Reputation, and you don't want a noble woman to get her claws into you. They're far more dangerous than the men. If she's married that makes it even worse, and it gives her husband an avenue to become your enemy. Even with the king's umbrella of protection that's not a wise thing to do. It shouldn't happen, but there are a couple of women in the nobility who wouldn't hesitate to use their feminine wiles and status to start trouble. Not a lot, but some of them thrive on chaos."

Faith said, "I don't plan to leave his side."

Irze said in her musical voice, "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to go to this?"

Niri nodded firmly, "Definitely. It will stir the pot a bit, but in the long run it'll be a benefit for you, your man, your coterie, and even for us. They'll be both fascinated and confused by a witch coven of five, with only two witches in it. This is going to be fun."

Right, I wasn't sure our versions of fun were even remotely similar, but it was what it was. I'd wanted influence and power, wealth, personal power through feeding, and even families and mates through those same ladies. I had a lot of that already, in a very short time. That night was a part of that, both the price and reward, it wouldn't hurt our influence to have a few nobles on our side.

The only question was what they'd want in return, probably the one thing we couldn't give them, the truth about the wards. It was going to be an interesting evening.

The noble district wasn't all that different than the upper-class district when it came to the size of the mansions. The starkest difference was in the elaborate architecture, the mansions were far more detailed along the eaves, roof, walls and even statuary on the grounds. That said, our eight-bedroom mansion was one of the smaller ones.

Baron Jeran was the host of the party that night, and he had quite the noble estate with a mansion that must've had more bedrooms than the inn we'd stayed at. It was also highly decorated with statues, paintings, and other fineries that was the true difference. I may have been building a small fortune, but the baron had a very large one.

He may have just been human, and no match for me in a fight, but there was a weight of authority and power about the place. Political power certainly had its place. Of course, I drew every eye in the place as I walked in, with two vampire beauties on my arms, being trailed by my lovely and sexy witch, stunningly exotic half-elf shifter, and beguilingly exotic Drow. Not that they had the slightest clue Niri and Lysa were vampires, no more than they knew I was half-demon.

I almost turned around left then, as all the men in the place started to eye-fuck my two mates and two lovers, as well as Niri, although I had no claim at all on Niri, the other four were more than enough to get my hackles up in the first few moments of our arrival. Fortunately, they all went back to their conversations rather quickly, pretending noble indifference even as their curiosity must've been spiking, and my possessive temper cooled almost as quickly.

Despite that rocky start, the night went relatively well after that. As I'd hoped, Lysa's flirting was just as transparent to me as Niri's was, if not to the targets of her false affections, and I just knew she held no real attraction or want for any of the men. Lysa was also less flirty than Niri, her more aristocratic beauty leaned more towards a distant stance, lighter flirting, with a hint of arrogance and self-possession that looked good on her.

It also helped that my ladies stuck to my side all night, which frustrated efforts to get me alone and pump me for information, as well as appealed to my possessive nature. I imagined if they hadn't that scores of men would have descended on my beauties, but maybe that was just an overreaction. There were a number of high-class whores at the party, who disappeared for a short while with some of the noble men throughout the night. None of them compared to my ladies as a whole, but they were extremely attractive.

It was even a little fun, as Niri introduced us to the nobles as we circulated through the room. Niri was... amazingly facile in appearance, and must've had a steel trap for a mind, she knew them all, and little details about all of them, all while acting like an innocently empty-headed and young flirty woman. It was... entertaining, and educational in a way.

She was a very attractive woman, but it was just as well she wouldn't ever be in my bed. She seemed playfully immune to my charm, and although I could've no doubt seduced her, it was better that way. She was a leader like me, and nothing good would've come of it.

My cock disagreed, but for once he lost the argument, my allied relationship with the coven, and the way I felt about Lysa, was too important to fuck with in that way.

Of course, the nobles weren't fools either being led around by her behavior, even if it certainly had impact. It was all smiles and polite conversations, and she affected them all much the same way she affected me, but there was an undercurrent and morass of politics underneath it all.

Still, all in all, it was a worthwhile night if only to make contacts and acquaintances with the nobility, not to mention further solidifying our alliance with Mythfall's vampire Kiss. Nothing all that notable happened, and outside of the way they looked at my mates I was good with it all. Still, in the end even that wasn't really a big deal, they were mine, and that would never change as long as I did my part to protect, cherish, sate, and care for them.

The best part of the night of course, was when we got back home, and I got the honor of peeling that lovely yellow dress off my Irze. She was so sexy, and exotic, my Drow lover, and the nobles weren't the only ones that had been eye-fucking my ladies that night.

I caressed her cheek softly, and her bright violet eyes widened slightly as I bent down to kiss her soft and silky full lips.

"Beautiful," I breathed into her mouth in an adoring tone, while her hands softly returned my teasing caressing.

She sighed softly in pleasure, and we continued to kiss as we divested ourselves of every strip of clothing, until she was naked and lightly pressed against my body. Her alluring and silky supple curves were mesmerizing to my fingertips, as I teased her passionate need higher with every gentle stroke of her body as I lost myself in our deep kiss.

It was almost counter-intuitive, the exotically beautiful and lissomly flexible Drow was one of my sweetest lovers, outside of that first claiming when I proved myself worthy of having her, we rarely fucked wildly. Our passion was always tempered with her deep hope and longing for true intimacy, which always brought up my deeply protective instincts in return.

She was soft, achingly alluring, and sweetly and sensuously surrendering in bed. I'd truly won her that night, and she was almost as submissive as my sexy Faith, and she yielded to my every light touch as I slowly moved us to and onto the bed. I say almost, because even if I'd won her body, and her mind, I didn't yet have her trust, not fully.

"My Irze," I whispered into her mouth, and then teasingly slipped my tongue past her parted lips, as I sunk my cock into her warm and tight channel, where it belonged. The sweet and intensely pleasurable sensation of the satiny and wet hot friction of her sheath made me moan into her mouth, even as she gasped into mine as I stretched her out with all ten inches of my very fat cock.

Her legs rose and wrapped around me, as she kissed me deeper, more passionately, as our tongues dueled playfully, but not demandingly or hard, it was a giving kiss, a kiss of surrender, as she wantonly and slowly squeezed and ground up against me. The sensations of her tight sex gripping, milking, and stroking my cock with the sinfully soft and silky pleasure of her flesh made my mind spin with euphoria, as she let out another one of her musical and breathy sighs that served to capture my heart even as it stroked my libido to a new height.

I was lost in her, every slow sensuous and languid movement of our bodies, every musically sweet sound of pleasure that fell from her lips, every kiss on my lips and neck, and every teasing stroke of her hands on my body.

She was enthralling, entrancing, and my ebony goddess of love. She made my mind spin, as our bodies started to move slightly faster in a hypnotic rhythm of bumps and grinds as old as time, as I slid in and out of her sweet heaven, and she impaled herself up into me with gentle loving abandon, with a boundlessly wanton and surrendering passion that blew my mind away every night we made love together.

Harvesting her power was the last thing on my mind, when she was in my arms.

It was who she really was, in those stolen moments of enthralling pleasure. She was my lovely sensual and exotic Drow, it was when she let her guard down and showed me the loving and hopeful cleric of the goddess of dreams. Her giving nature and passion, her hopes and boundless desire for true trust and intimacy, and it was enthralling in its intensity.

She was breathtaking, and for a time there was nothing but trust lingering and rising with a sensuous pleasure that rocked my world. It would only be later, when her fears and hard life came rushing back, the betrayals in her past, that she would once again be too guarded to show me her back, and sleep in my bed.

One day she would, and I hoped it'd be soon. I already wanted her at my side, always, like my two mates. Lysa too, come to that, but Lysa's vulnerability was grudging, Irze's came from a breathless desire and place of hope that blew my mind.

I lost myself to it, to her, as our bodies made love endlessly, or so it seemed in those intense moments we shared.

She gasped, "Cam!"

I stared into her eyes as her body lost control, and she trembled and quivered around me, even as her legs crushed me like a vise and held me deeply inside of her. Her back arched and she ground up into me as she keened and screamed in pleasure. In that moment if felt like all of her, from her body to her soul was begging me for her seed, under the sensuous assault of her soft and hot sheath milking, rippling, and convulsing around me, with a deep need and hunger in her vulnerable eyes.

I grunted deeply, as I felt the wave of euphoria building in my body crest, and then suddenly break like a wave against a rocky shore which exploded into uncontrolled sprays. Our soft and sweet loving meant a long build up, and both of our orgasms were always potently mind-blowing as a result.

The sensations of her tight and hot passage around my manhood pushed me over the edge, as her body wordlessly begged and pleaded for my seed, and I let it happen as my power dove unbidden into her lissome body and harvested from her very soul, magic to power my demonic talents.

The reservoir of energy I had at that point was overwhelming, and I wondered if it had limits. I'd been feeding from four, five if I counted Tammy once a week, and I hadn't been in that many fights lately. If there was a limit, I hadn't reached it yet, and I felt twice as powerful as that night of my sacrifice when I'd drained the coven. That was mostly subjective though, the power wasn't easily measured.

It was also a good indication my coterie of four was large enough, at least for the purpose of maintaining personal power through feeding, but I thought adding one or two more if the opportunity came along would be my true limit there. Extra sources of energy wouldn't hurt, I could handle two more, six relationships, without straining too much I thought, and last but not least the coterie was also about protection and power as a group of allies. Still, six, seven with my weekly affair with my dark blue eyed goddess of gardening, would be a hard limit, if I ever reached it. More than that would lead to neglecting one of them, which would lead to losing them, and that wasn't acceptable to me. They were mine.

I felt, incredibly powerful, as I lost myself in the ecstatic bliss of the ultimate pleasure, which was only rivaled by the rush of euphoria and power as I fed from her soul.

She flushed my cock and tightened balls with a flood of her satiny hot liquid satisfaction, even as I buried myself fully in her paradise and pulsed my seed into her soft feminine body. Her surrendering passion felt like a gift to me, almost as if it was my honor to receive her ecstasy, as if the heights of her pleasure were for all for me, not for her at all. The way she surrendered herself to me rivaled the submission of my two mates in bed, and while I didn't love her like I did my mates, it was only a matter of time.

She awed me, and the vulnerability in her startling purple eyes had my heart swearing my protection over her body, mind, heart, and soul, even as we gently fell from the crest of the wave of bliss and came back to ourselves. In that moment, the thought that she didn't feel safe enough to sleep in my bed at night felt like a tear in my soul. But with reality returning, so did her fears.

"That was beautiful," my sweet witch said softly.

Faith's soft breathless sigh sounded like agreement.

I was actually startled for a moment, I'd forgotten my mates were even in the room with us, for a while all that had existed for me was my passionately and sensuously spellbinding Irze. Only Lysa had left for the night with Niri, but she'd be back in the morning for our time together.

Irze licked her lips, and then kissed me softly, as she lightly squeezed and ground up against me, an aftershock of pleasure caused her whole body to jump, buck, and twitch uncontrollably below me, her widened vulnerable eyes locked on mine.

The moment was poignantly bittersweet as I pulled out, it felt like being ejected from paradise, and I held her for a moment and my usual question stuck in my throat, I didn't think I could bear to hear her say no again.

I also still had two more mates to please that night, and both their loving and lustful needs called to me, it was who and what I was...

Chapter Ten

Faith moaned softly, melted back against me, and I smirked as I pushed down a little harder with my fingertips. It was the next day shortly after lunch, and Faith had a few kinks from our hand to hand training and I was in the middle of giving her a massage in the hot bath.

I was fairly sure my sweet witch had her nose stuck in the tomes again, and I planned to join her shortly to continue our work in getting the acceptable spells written in that standard spell book we were putting together. Acceptable, meaning spells that couldn't be turned against us easily, or in the case of the wards, one that couldn't be used to take away our livelihood.

Faith said, "You know my body heals fast."

That was true, massage or not her shifter body would be recovered from our sparring and lesson in just an hour or two, if not sooner.

I nodded, and kissed the top of her head, "Any excuse to touch you, you aren't complaining, are you?"

She laughed, "Nope, it feels really good."

"Did you have fun last night?"

She shrugged, "It was alright. I'd have rather stayed home with you, but I know how important it is. I did enjoy one part of it, a lot."

I asked, "What part?"

She giggled, "How jealous and possessive you got, I could feel it when we walked in."

She added in a teasing whisper, "It made me wet for you."

Right, how did I always forget she always knew what I felt. Loving to be possessed, cherished, and protected was also a very shifter thing. Females in general too, but shifters took it to another level. I kissed her neck, and I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

She sighed contentedly, "That too, I love that."

I smiled, and I assumed that she meant the deep and intense awed love I felt for her in that moment. I could also feel her overwhelming love for me, which was just as alluring to me. It wasn't odd or rare for us to be caught up in emotional feedback loops like that, especially when we were alone. There wasn't even much lust between us in that moment, we were both fairly sated from earlier in the day.

I just held her for a while longer, then we got back to our day. It was mid-afternoon, and I'd transcribed several spells and notes that Cassia pointed out, when we got our next surprise visitor. Fortunately, not one that had mischief or violence on her mind. At least, not against us.

Cassia and I were alert and already moving toward the front door thanks to the alarm wards, before she even knocked on the door. It was quite a surprise when I opened it.

"Siora? What a... pleasant surprise. Come in, please. Would you like a drink?"

The silver haired and exotically beautiful thin face of our elfin visitor was only rivaled by her alluringly sensuous and predatory walk as she entered our house, and then followed us to the main room. She was all willowy grace, and exotic beauty, with the exception of her mouthwateringly huge breasts, that looked almost obscenely large on her lissome body. She had on a white dress, of sorts, it looked like a wrap to me, all one long piece that was twisted around her body, scandalously tight in some places, and alluringly loose in others, which both caught my attention and left a lot to the imagination.