Cam's Justice

I could see the conflict in her eyes, as I walked up to her, and I took a chance and wordlessly held out my hand. When she took it, I pulled her to her feet, and gave her a lingering kiss. The sweet way she sighed into my mouth, the way her body melted against mine like it belonged there, and the way my magic told me her body was on fire, all that together gave me the encouragement I needed to take her hand and head for the shed without a word spoken.

There was a sense of urgency in us both, and I knew then that she had thought of me during that last week, and if she'd struggled with the loss of her innocence, then it was also true that she'd longed for me and my touch as much as I'd thought of and longed for hers. In short, talk could wait, we had more important things in mind.

I shut the door, and she gave me a sweet shy smile filled with as much heat as I felt, as my cock surged to hardness. I pulled her into my arms, and kissed her soft silken lips passionately, as my hands roved her body and teased her flesh through the dress, raising her ardor even higher. My magic was hardly required, she was so sensitive and responsive to my touch, I knew she'd done little but think of me the last week, and I had her breathless in short order.

There was an urgency to it, a need to couple with her again that we both felt, but at the same time I had no need to rush, we had three hours to share together before another long absence, and I wanted to make every moment of it count.

She squeaked in surprise, when I lifted her by her deliciously juicy rounded ass, and I placed her on the edge of the table as I pushed her skirts up around her upper thighs. She gasped, when I pulled down her straps, and stripped the dress off of her wonderfully large and firm D cups. She sighed deeply and put her fingers through my hair as I kissed my way off her lips, and over her neck. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, and I had my magic, even if I'd never forget, and I spent quite a while lavishing them with my soft and teasing attention, with light touches, kisses, licks, and suckles.

So sensitive, that she even came for me, not a large orgasm, but when I looked up from her nipples she was clearly pleasure-addled and lost in bliss as she looked down at me in awe.

We didn't speak, not once, until I kissed my way lower, and then fell to my knees. She looked confused for a second, as I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders, until I slowly and teasingly kissed my way up her inner thighs.

She gasped, "I'm all sweaty, and dirty," she said a little self-consciously in shock and reluctance.

I smirked, and then darted my tongue out and through her wet folds, which were soaked for me, and tasted of her arousal, her recent liquid bliss, and the salty taste of her sweat, that all added up as insanely good in my mind, as I teased her folds with my tongue.

I moaned deeply in approval, as her body bucked in shock and pleasure at the contact of my tongue on her sex.

"Deliciously dirty, I've been thinking about this all week, how wonderful you'd taste on my tongue."

She looked both scandalized, and highly turned on at the same time, when I enthusiastically went back to eating out my garden goddess as I gazed adoringly up into her vividly dark blue eyes. She really did taste good, no better than my mates, but different, and her body shook and trembled beneath my tongue, and the sweet sounds of her pleasure and the way she looked at me with awe and pleasure filled eyes drove me to greater efforts.

It was so intense, to eat her out while our eyes were locked together, sharing in the intimacy of my dirty and pleasure inducing act. I wanted to please her, make her scream for me.

It was clear to me no man had ever done that for her either, given the shock on her face at the obviously new sensations, and I put all my skills to use and let my magic guide me. It wasn't long, maybe ten minutes, before she was hovering on the that edge, and that's when I finally sucked in her folds and batted her clit for the first time with my tongue, with a lavish lick.

Her hands pulled on my hair, and her thighs closed around my head like a vise, as she exploded in pleasure, and reminded me she squirted far more often than my Cassia, big time. Her liquid pleasure blasted into my face, my mouth, and soaked my neck. She trembled, cried out my name, and I just rode it out as I stared up into her eyes.

She gasped, "Cam," as she came down.

I smirked, "I missed you," as I stood up, and pulled her off the table and right onto my cock. I'd managed to strip while servicing her with my tongue, and although she was incredibly tight, it was still only her second fuck after all, she was also incredibly soaked, and that liquid friction allowed me to bury half of my seven and a half inch and respectably thick cock into her in one thrust.

She gasped in shocked pleasure and a little discomfort, as her arms went around my neck, and her legs went around my waist instinctively, as I was sure no one had ever taken her like this. I was the only one to ever enjoy the wondrous pleasure of her nubile and voluptuous body, and that turned me on more than I could express. I didn't think any less of the others of course, they were all mine and happily, but there was an appeal to it I couldn't explain.

Tammy was mine, and she had never been another man's.

I took her hard and fast then, keeping my promise last week, that it would be more enjoyable once she'd healed. I put her against the wall of the shed, and I fucked up into her hard and fast. I put my own pleasure off easily enough, I was spoiled that way between my two mates, as well as Lysa and Irze, that moment was all about her, as I claimed her body for the second time, that time rougher, wilder, and with a whole lot of passion.

Tammy came around me easily and often, she was also a biter. None of my other women did it, but every time I made her cum around me and she bathed my cock in her liquid ecstasy, she bit into my shoulder or neck to muffle her screams. My tammy was a screamer, one that would rival my Cassia if she ever truly let go, but she was obviously trying to keep quiet, and mostly failing even with the muffling effect of my neck.

She lost herself in her instincts, and ground down against me as our bodies met, as I took her hard, fast, and long. It wasn't until she was covered in sweat, wide eyes, and close to over-stimulated that I sent her over one last time, finally fed on her, even as I took my own pleasure from her nubile body, and I both filled and claimed Tammy with my seed.

In that moment of shared pleasure, a hideously selfish and dark thought sunk into my mind. Not one that I even gave the smallest amount of consideration for before rejecting, but it still concerned me that the thought had occurred at all. The idea that if I wanted, I could bind her to me utterly, and take her home with me. If I bound her, she would eagerly give up her place at the castle, and I could make her a part of the coterie, normal human or not I wanted her always.

It was easy to dismiss that thought, but I'd think about it later, for quite a while. It would be too easy for me to give in and become a monster, my life would last over a thousand years from what I could tell, perhaps two or three times that, which was a long time to resist temptation and corruption from my demonic urges. I knew I'd need to be strong and stubborn, and never give in to the urge to bind another, even if it seemed reasonable at the time. Corruption happened in degrees, not all at once, and it would be too easy to fall into that trap.

When we came down, I claimed a soft kiss, and then slowly carried her still buried inside, over to the cot where I sat down, and she straddled me. I wasn't in a hurry to pull out of her soft hot body, and she looked rather content too, as we stared into one another's eyes. Her dark blue eyes were vivid, and startlingly beautiful.

I also loved that position, it was so intimate, with her front pressed so tightly against mine, her breasts crushed against my chest, and our heads were mere inches apart.

She caressed my cheek wonderingly, "I half-convinced myself that day was just a wild dream, but you swept me away even more powerfully this time."

I caressed her cheek in return, "I'd hoped you would still want me, I know we can't be much more, unless you changed your mind about coming home with me that is."

I smirked, seeing the answer in her eyes before she even spoke.

She replied, "My family would object, I serve in the castle for life. I also couldn't leave my gardens. Perhaps I should stash you in my shed, instead," she impishly suggested.

Then she frowned, no doubt at her unintentional rhyme.

I laughed, "That's more tempting than you'd think, but I too have responsibilities, and my mates and other lovers."

She bit her lip, as her face flushed, shocked by the reminder perhaps, that she was sharing me, "What are you, that you affect me so. I missed you too."

I replied, "I'm only half-witch. The rest of my heritage is complicated, but suffice it to say I'm... unusually attractive to the opposite sex. You're mine Tammy, or at least, for three hours a week, at least until you turn me away."

She blushed, and she looked both scandalized and helplessly caught in my eyes, as if she couldn't say no to that, even as she was shocked that she couldn't say no to that. I could see it in her eyes, and the way her body responded to my every light touch, she was truly mine, if in a limited way, for the moment.

It was hot, and a little adorable, she was more than physically naïve in many ways, sheltered with her life in the castle perhaps.

My cock twitched, and she sighed in pleasure and ground down on me slightly, as if she couldn't help herself. I could see the acquiescence in her eyes, even as she was surprised by it. I had no illusions, one day she'd meet a man that could be more than just a love affair, and that would be the end. Sure, my pheromones were seductive, but they hardly stripped away free will.

The disturbing part was my long life, should I not fall to violence, meant that all my women would pass before me, with the possible exception of Lysa since she was technically immortal. Hmm, possibly Irze as well, since elves and Drow often lived a millennia or more as well. Still, I'd have at most two centuries with my mates, my beloved Faith and Cassia, and that bothered me too. When they passed, I'd still appear to be a man in my thirties. Same problem as my Tammy, if on a wildly different time scale.

"So, tell me more about yourself."

She kissed me, and we did that for a while as our bodies remained connected. She was more than breathless when we broke our extended kiss, and her body and mind were flushed with pleasure.

"I'm rather spoiled, truth be told. I have no duties outside of my garden, and I love what I do. You could say it's in my blood, I take after my mother, and grandmother."

"You are so beautiful, Tammy, and feel so good around me. Soft, sweet, and lovely."

She bit her lip, "You're a bad man," she accused, even as she ate up the dirtily sweet compliments.

I nodded easily, as I teasingly ground up into her, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her sweet full lips.

"I am, but you like being mine, why don't you play, and ride me until you cum. I love the look on your face when you cum for me."

She glared at me, possibly for my arrogant declaration that she was mine and liked it, but despite that her body started to move tentatively, almost despite herself, as she teased me and herself slowly towards another orgasm. Proof perhaps, that in some way she was mine, despite herself, she couldn't help it, she wanted me, felt safe in my arms, and was as lost in me as I was in her.

It was a wonderful thing, watching her learn and experience the pleasures of the body under her own control, as she worked herself on my cock without any guidance from me for the first time. I did little more than tease her skin and body with my hands, and just let her play, while I sat still and made my cock nothing but a rigid toy to pleasure herself with.

The looks of wonder, the sweet euphoria, and the sexy expressions of newfound bliss as she found different ways to draw out our pleasure was priceless to me. The feminine sounds of sweet ecstasy that fell from her lips was just as mesmerizingly enthralling. She was... breathtaking, and a lovely sensuous creature, as she took her pleasure and gave me mine. She was also still impossibly tight, losing her innocence just last week, and she'd tightened back up the last week as she healed, the way she gripped me as she gasped in pleasure was just mind-blowing and enthralling.

It was a slow rise, a powerful one, and when she finally brought herself to completion it was her most explosive orgasm yet, and she dragged me along for the ride, as for the second time that day I filled her with my seed.

After that, she was truly beyond sated, growing sore, and finished for the day. I wasn't all that surprised, it would take her body time to get accustomed to longer bouts of sex. She also didn't have shifter healing, witch healing, cleric healing, or vampire healing to assist with that soreness at all, and I wished I could heal her again, but that was just a bad idea and might cause more harm than good.

We got dressed, and I held her tightly in my arms on the cot inside that shed for the last hour of our time together, and we teased, flirted, and got to know each other better. Her life was rather sheltered, and in some ways she was naïve, but she had a lot of opinions about the city and how it was run. Opinions that were well thought out, well expressed, and clearly showed the passion and intelligence that I'd only glimpsed before.

If nothing else, she clearly paid attention to the world around her, even if she was new to the ways of love, and she didn't know much about the seedier parts of life in Cyrene. She never did admit she was mine, not out loud, but it was in every glance, every touch, and in her very annoyance when I teased her about it that told me it was true.

Our kiss goodbye was shockingly passionate, in a soft and sweet way, when we parted company. The look in her eyes told me she'd miss me as much as I'd miss her. A part of me hated it, the part that wanted to cherish and protect her, I could hardly do that from across the city, but it was what it was and it was better than nothing. A week wasn't so long before I'd see her again, or so I told myself.

Chapter Eight

The staccato sounds of the steel swords rung in the sparring room we'd set up in yet another of the empty rooms downstairs. My opponent's sword moved with whip like speeds, and there was a wide wicked smile on her face and in her purple eyes as I took her foot to my chest and slammed back into the wall.

I barely recovered fast enough to parry her next attack, and my hand struck out and hit her left wrist to deflect her follow up dagger strike.

We'd already had wild sex earlier, followed by soft and slow. Irze had come for her nightly visit, and as I'd held her, face to face because she hadn't let me spoon her yet, I'd asked her to be my sparring partner.

Lysa was a good partner for hand to hand, but she wasn't a swordswoman, at least not at my caliber, even if she had the raw speed and dexterity for it. My vampire preferred to fight with her claws. Her reasons were fairly valid, claws couldn't be disarmed, and she travelled in noble circles and sword belts on elaborate ballroom dresses just looked ridiculous, she'd be laughed out of society. So, she focused on the weapon she'd never be without, which made a lot of sense.

Of course, Faith and Cassia would never have the skill to face me with swords, even if they'd eventually get very good with daggers.

Point was, I hadn't had a challenge with my sword since I'd left my farm and we'd taken down the coven over three weeks ago, and I was afraid I'd start to get rusty. The Drow cleric was as fast as I was, and she had that elfin balance and predatory grace that could match my own from my demon side. In short, she was the perfect sparring partner to not only keep up my skills, but to also sharpen them further over time, she was far better than my mother had been.

Her petitely flexible and lissome body was a hell of a distraction as well, which also let me work on focusing through my sex-demon sized libido while fighting, emotions I hadn't had to learn to suppress and control in battle before, so more the better.

Irze said, "Your sword work is impressive."

I winked outrageously, "Glad you think so, gorgeous."

She snorted, "I wasn't taking about that sword, although I have no complaints there either."

I laughed, which gave her an opportunity to slam my face with the pommel of her sword, but I rushed forward and hooked her leg, which sent her backwards onto her ass.

Except, when I lunged forward to put my sword at her throat, she just kept rolling back, and then sprung back to her feet with a powerful push of her left hand as she bowed her body like a spring. It was a hell of a distraction and quite impressive, and we started to circle one another again.

"Two to one?"

She snorted, "I killed you three times."

"Then so did I."

She laughed wickedly, then shook her head, "The two times upstairs doesn't count."

I grinned, my Irze had the most beautiful musical voice I'd ever heard, and it hardly ever sounded hard and cold anymore, at least not when we were in private. Our flirting tended to be rather straightforwardly earthy and crude as well, in case that hadn't been picked up yet.

We continued to go after each other quite a bit longer, she got three more touches, and I got two. Which mean I had a lot of work to do, I had my fire to fall back on, but that was just lazy thinking, I didn't like the fact that in a real and straight forward sword fight she'd have killed me sixty six percent of the time.

"Staying tonight?" I asked her that almost every night.

She shook her head, "You won't have to ask when I do, you'll know it."

I nodded, and my Drow claimed a heated kiss, before she left me again for the night. I wasn't sure where she went, but I hoped wherever it was would be safe. Me and my family saw the good in her, but I knew most in the city wouldn't ever give a Drow a chance.

I went back upstairs, and I got in the bath to wash off the sweat, and then joined my mates for sleep. I'd already taken care of them too, before Irze showed up, and I think that's how I'd do it from then on, it'd felt good to get in a good sword workout. They only stirred enough to snuggle into my sides, and I held them closely as I quickly joined them in sleep.

The next day after our normal hand to hand, dagger, and witch training, I worked with Cassia on that standard witch spell book idea. She read through the tomes, and I copied the parts that needed to go in the spell book. A lot of the tomes were advanced rites, but that still left a lot of things we felt would be alright to share, spells that wouldn't endanger us if they betrayed us, yet would allow them to properly defend themselves with magic.

It was boring work, but at the same time I had to learn the spells anyway, even if I was far away from understanding the natural world well enough to cast them, I'd know the spells when that understanding finally arrived.

We made some pretty decent progress that first day, but I knew it would take a few weeks to go through it all, and then we'd either hire a scribe, or make copies together, I wasn't sure which yet.

My petite and exotically beautiful half-elf hung out with us as well, often touching and stroking my shoulders, neck, and sides in a rather distracting way. Maybe I couldn't keep my hands off my mates, but the reverse was true as well. Still, Faith tried not to be too distracting, even as she adored me with physically expressive affection she couldn't seem to help.