The Lost Boy Ch. 20

"Fuck yes, I've been nursing a hard on since this morning." Catalina added.

The realization that shit was about to go down dawned on Samantha though and she quickly pushed away from the window, darting over to the werewolf women who were heading to the front door to greet the unexpecting Ian.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!" She threw herself in their path, hands out halting them before they made it passed the kitchen. "Uhhm, let me talk to him first!" She blurted out, the image Cassiel's disappointed face in her mind, kicking her conscience into overdrive.

The three Urul looked at Samantha like an insane person, "What for?" Catalina asked.

Only now was Samantha starting to realize how last minute, and sort of half-baked this plan was. "Helle, think about it. You literally ordered a hit on Ian's head a while ago, Erica, last time he saw you, you guys were fighting in a kill box to the death, and Catalina just doesn't have the best rep with him anyway cuz she's fucking his friend!" She explained quickly, often stumbling over her words a bit trying to speak fast since she knew how close Ian was to home. "If he walks in here and sees the three of you right away he's probably gonna either freak out and bolt, or he'll fight back thinking you're gonna try to kill him! Think about it!"

"So? It's three of us and one of him, we'll kick his-" Erica started but Helle held up her hand and interrupted her.

"Erica sweetie, you know how strong he really is, he nearly killed you once he could do it again if he wanted to. And three against one wouldn't make a difference either as prideful as we are." Helle spoke, she may be a cocky bitch, but she wasn't stupid. Now that Samantha brought it up she did have to acknowledge the power that boy held within him. If he did decide to attack and unleash the same power she saw from him the night of the battle, he could easily overpower the three of them making this entire plan yet another fruitless venture. "But I've told you Sam, I looked into his eyes. He's not a fighter, he doesn't want to fight especially after what he did to my poor little Erica over here." She teased, reaching up to scratch Erica behind the ear.

The younger Urul flinched away, but her leg noticeably twitched as she scratched that special spot.

"Helle...are you really willing to risk that?" Sam asked, "Sure he's a good soul, and sure he doesn't like fighting, but think about everything he's been through? How much do you think a boy like that can take before he finally has had enough? Do you really want to take the chance and ambush him, possibly being the one to make him snap?" She looked back and forth between the front door and the Urul, anxious that any second Ian would come in. "Just give me five minutes! Please, five minutes to convince him, that's all I need!"

Three pairs of eyes rolled with impatience, it seemed like they were letting their boners lead their trains of thought rather than thinking sensibly about this situation.

But as much as they hated to admit it, the Succubus had a point. Helle knew that Ian was weak, and she felt confident that if she could get her hands on him, she could make him submit. Only through sexual submission though, Helle certainly didn't want to fight Ian, or beat him into submission. She wasn't into that, besides if he fought back with his full strength, Helle knew she couldn't win. Nor could either of her pack mates, but breaking him into her little bitch via her cock up his ass was something she felt would work.

Then again, she needed to get to his ass without him full on fighting her in order for that plan to work too.

So with her own exaggerated sigh, Helle nodded, "Four minutes Sam. Get him in here, and no funny business! This is happening today whether he likes it or not, I'm having that boy."

Samantha nodded rapidly, "That's fine whatever." And spun about, darting for the door, flinging it open and shutting it behind her. Leaving the three impatient Urul alone in the kitchen and dashing outside to meet a very surprised Ian stepping up the walkway to his house.

He jumped as the door flung open, originally expecting to see his mother Sin. She had a bit of a habit of waiting by the front room window for him to come home from school whenever Liline couldn't pick him up only to burst out the front door and sweep him up into a crushing embrace. Ian was caught off guard as another woman came crashing out of his front door. Slamming it behind her and leaping down the small set of stone steps to approach.

"Um...Samantha?" Ian asked confused. "What are you doing here?"

She froze for a moment, this being the first time she had seen Ian up close in quite a while, and his alluring scent smacked her in the face practically stunning her. It made her head feel heavy, similar to how Cassiel smelled especially when he was horny, but Ian's aroma was different. Cassiel always smelled like fresh flowers in a springtime meadow, while the scent she was picking up right now was like everything she ever thought smelled delicious was mixed in a bowl together and sprinkled with sex.

Only now did it occur to her that there was a serious lack of incubus sex in her life. She had never gotten the chance to have Ian before, and now...she was really feeling it.

"Remember the plan...think of Cassiel." She reminded herself and steeled her resolve, doing her best to ignore the hardening erection in her own jeans. "Ian, I've um...come with some news, about the Urul. And I don't think you're going to be too happy."

Ian tilted his head and let his backpack slide off his shoulder, catching the strap of it with his hand. "What do you mean? Is Cassiel here with you? And where are my moms?" He leaned over to the side trying to get a look in through the window. He did recognize Samantha, the succubus who masqueraded as Cassiel's biological mother back during his amnesia phase. When in truth she was his Mistress, or rather his Mommy, much like how Sin and Liline were his own. But he didn't know her too well yet, so seeing her just emerge randomly from his house put him off.

Sam leaned her shoulder over to block his view into the house. "They're okay don't worry, and Cassiel is actually with them right now. He owes me a favor and I'm cashing it in so that he can...help them out so that I don't have to!" She lied, shrugging nonchalantly and hoping to end that part of the conversation. "But...on the subject of owed debts...that's actually why I'm here." Ian nodded with his lips mouthing an 'oh.' He did recall how Samantha was something of a merchant in Shelter, "If you recall correctly, not too long ago you and Melody came to me with a request."

"Yes, to heal Feles and his Werewolf friend." Ian remembered.

"Erica!" She informed him the woman's name, "Exactly, they're both doing just fine as I'm sure you've seen." She paused as Ian's shoulders fell. Fine was a relative term to Ian, last time he saw Feles in school, he still had a slight limp and stiffness about him. He was alive, which was what he asked her for, but he was still very torn up from the incident. "But, as I was saying, debts, owed debts and favors...You see, I held up my end of the bargain and made sure that the two of them would be healed with Cassiel's magic. And you agreed to be in debt to me, two times over for both bodies."

When she said that, Ian quirked his brow, "What is she trying to pull here?"

"So I'm here today to collect on one of those favors."

Ian looked at her like she had two heads, "N...now?" Immediately his mind went to the common fallback place. "Does she want to have sex with me?"

'Of course she does, who wouldn't want your slutty bubble butt?'

"Shut...up!" Ian closed his eyes trying to hush his inner voice.

'Come ooonnnn...you haven't been fucked in weeks! You neeeeeeed iiit...and just look at her!' He opened his eyes and looked over Samantha's body. 'Such a stacked Succubus...nnnnf...come on...get on your knees and suck her off...right here on the porch.

"Stop." Ian once again resisted the call of his inner demons and spoke again, "You're calling in the favor now? To what? Do you want to have sex with me?" Might as well just put it out there.

Sam shook her head, "Actually no. Well yes. But that's not what I'm asking for now." She said surprising Ian and much to the disappointment of his demon half. "Now hear me out Ian. I've been in contact with the Urul, me and Cassiel have actually both met with their Alpha."

"The Alpha? The woman from the field..." Ian perked up and his eyes darkened. "You've been meeting with her?"

"Yes I have, but again hear me out! Her name is Helle and-" Much to her surprise, Ian cut her off.

"She's the women who sent my brother to kill me."

"Fuuuuck." Samantha thought, she was hoping that wouldn't get brought up again.

Ian shook his head, "You've been bringing Cassiel around her? Why would you do that? What if she tried to hurt him?"

"She...she wouldn't do that Ian." Sam tried to defend her, "She did quite the opposite to him actually..." She brought her hands up and continued to explain, "Listen, I know that you've had a shit past couple of days and a lot of bad experiences with the Urul. But you've got to believe me when I say that something bigger than all of that is happening in Shelter right now. Something that's putting the lives of every human, Succubus and the like's lives in danger." Ian looked to be taken aback by this, and by her count she only had around three minutes left to explain so no sugar coating could be done. "I know this sounds crazy, and I know you're probably going to fucking hate me for this but you HAVE to understand that right now, we need their help." That time his brow furrowed, not looking pleased with her statement. She took a step closer and brought her hands out to place them on his shoulders, he didn't resist. "Agrat tried to put you in charge, but you're just a boy, and Agrat only did it to save her own ass with no regards of whether or not you could take on the responsibility of such a title. But whether we like it or not she proclaimed you true leader of Shelter. And you're not ready to lead a charge in the defense of this city, but Helle thinks that she is. That's why she wanted you out of the way at first, because the only way for her to take the spot as leader of Shelter is for you to either be dead, or to...submit to her."

At first Ian didn't say anything. He just stared blankly into Sam's face above him, her words slowly seeping into his mind. "...Submit...to her..?"

Samantha took another deep breath in preparation for the repercussions of this conversation. "Yes Ian, submit to her...sexually."

"Absolutely fucking not." Ian shook his head and pulled his shoulders out of Sam's hold. "No, no, no! No fucking way, I would never in a million years-"

Still holding her hands up, Sam tried to calm him, "Listen! Listen, listen to me Ian."

He paced about, dropping his pack to the ground forgotten, and his hands going up and weaving through his hair. "No! What is wrong with the women here! All of them are only thinking with their fucking dicks!" Ian snapped loudly, "I mean, don't they know what I am!? She saw what I did! This power? This...thing!" He beat his chest with the palm of his hand, addressing the demon he knew lived inside him. "It's dangerous! I don't want this! Why can't everyone just leave me alone!" His voice went to a high pitch, and a sudden gust of wind seemed to pick up, blowing Samantha's hair back from his outburst. "No! Nonono! Stop, stop...stop..." Ian covered his eyes.

The surge in his body was there, he knew they were beginning to glow. So he stopped pacing and took a few slow breaths, trying to calm himself and stifle the power threatening to rise with his anger. He refused to let the demon out again, giving into the demonic power within him whenever he was aroused or angry. Anything that caused his adrenaline to pump set it off, but he was trying to ignore it to the best of his ability now. It was dangerous and it hurt people.

It hurt Feles and the Urul Erica. Ian didn't want to hurt anyone ever again after that, so he fought daily to suppress the regular urges that came his way.

Now this is what Samantha was worried about, and thankfully he was having this little episode with only her present. If he walked into his house to face the Urul like originally planned, the rage probably would've been worse and who knows what could've happened.

"Ian...I know you don't want this. But I need you to think about Cassiel." She said suddenly. Drawing his attention back to her and uncovering his eyes. "We need Shelter to be united, and don't think I'm going all noble or some shit for the sake of my home. I'm not doing this for Shelter or for the money anymore. Right now I'm doing it for that purple haired angel who I fall asleep next to every night. With Helle and the Urul fighting to protect this town, it might be enough to protect him, and that's why I need you to do as I ask and follow through with the owed debt." She ended with firmly, almost stamping her foot on the ground.

Ian already looked beaten up by the circumstance, but with the mention that Cassiel might be in danger if he didn't follow through with this only made it worse. He rubbed his forehead feeling the beginning of a headache threatening to rise up. "I don't understand, why can't we just tell Liline? Wouldn't she know what to do better than Helle? She knows this town inside and out, and the Succubus outnumber the Urul anyway so why are you fighting so hard for them?"

"Because I've been bought." Sam almost guiltily reminded herself. Although the heart felt statement about this being for Cassiel was true, she realized that there was merit to Ian's question. But she wasn't about to explain to him why she was so 'Team Urul' at the moment. "Ian...just, there's a reason why I swear there... I, you've just got to..."

He shook his head, "This is ridiculous...I need a drink." And proceeded to walk around Samantha, moving to open his front door.

"Uhh! I-Ian! Umm..." His hand fell to the doorknob.

"Samantha...I know that you probably mean what you say. And I trust Cassiel, so if he trusts you then that's good enough for me. And I know how important favors are in this town, but whether you like it or not I'm not going to submit to her. I will never, not to someone who tried to kill me, and not to someone who thinks they can charge into my town. My home. And say they need to run the place because it'll be better that way. She sounds like a coward to me, despite how tough she acts...I'll talk to Liline whenever she gets home, she'll know how to protect Shelter. And Melody will too, they're the ones who know how to defend this place. Not some random Werewolf."

Sam felt like her body was filled with lead after he said all of that, just in his tone of voice he sounded so...broken. But at the same time determined, like his spirit wasn't there, everything was stated matter-of-factly, as if he had been traumatized and just didn't care anymore. "Ian...you owe me a debt..." She stated again, trying to sound as stern as possible.

He looked back at her, "And the world owes me a lot of things too." His hand turned the doorknob and pushed the entrance open.

"Oh shit snacks...here we go..."

Ian left the door open behind him for Samantha to follow if she wanted. He knew their conversation probably wasn't over, the air was thick with tension around him and seemed to follow him inside through the front room. His shoes padding lightly on the hardwood until he kicked them off lazily on the nearby doormat. He also remembered that he forgot his backpack outside but he really didn't care, was just thirsty, fighting back a light throbbing in his temple, and wanted a drink of anything.

"Finally...I was about to come out there and get you myself..."

Ian looked up and what he was met with was a sight of any normal boys dreams.

Three statuesque biker chicks, standing in his kitchen, all eyes on him lustfully.

He stopped dead in his tracks, glancing back and forth between the trio and recognizing each of them. The ones from the field, Erica and Catalina, and the one who tried to have Fenr kill him. Helle.

Samantha shut the door behind her as she followed Ian in, watching as he stumbled upon the three Urul in his house.

He looked back over at Sam, absolute betrayal in his eyes, "You brought them here?"

"Oh we were coming anyways sweetie, Samantha was just trying to do you a kindness and give you a heads up." Catalina said first, she stood on Helle's left, and Erica on Helle's right, who began taking slow stalking steps closer to Ian.

"I told you Ian, you owe me a couple debts, and I'm calling one in now. You're gonna let those girls all fuck you." Samantha reaffirmed again. "They aren't here to fight you...or hurt you...they just-" Cutting her off Erica interrupted.

"We're here to put you in your bitch place." She said harsh, spiteful glare leveling on the smaller boy. They menacingly stalked forward, quickly surrounding Ian on all three sides. He tried to step away, backing into the kitchen. "You can go now Succubitch, we'll take it from here."

Sam blinked, stunned by the remark, "Umm, no." She hit back. Ian was too important to leave alone with them. She knew how protective Cassiel is of him, and rather than leave him with the wolves, she'd rather stay and make sure they don't go too far with him. Cassiel would never forgive her if she let them actual hurt him. "You're out of your mind if you think I'm missing this." She declared, wanting to be there both for damage control, and also she truthfully just wanted to see Ian get fucked.

They crowded him, Ian's back hit the corner, a wall on each of his sides and the three imposing women quickly hoarding up to him. His senses were suddenly hit with the pheromones of the girls at once, clouding his mind as their mating instincts were strongly inserting themselves into his aura.

"Where do you think you're going slut?" Catalina remarked, squeezing in close enough to press her body to Ian's side. "We just wanna have a little fun!" She whispered hotly, something similar to how he heard her speak to him about the girl at the high school. Back when she first met him and the other boys.

"Get away from me!" Ian cried out, bringing his arms up to shield himself.

He couldn't see the backdrop of his house anymore, just the three busts herding him..

"We're not going anywhere you fucking slut..." Erica growled above him, her pelvis grinding down hard into his side and her hot, straining bulge pressed firmly against him. "You owe me for what you did at the field, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your fucking whore brains out whether you want it or not!" She snapped with her teeth at his neck, getting a good love bite on the side of his vulnerable flesh.

"No!" Ian thrashed, trying to push his way passed the Urul. Only to have their hands grab at him. Pushing him back into the corner.

'Stop fighting them, or start fighting them...'

"I won't!" He shouted out.

'Kill them if you don't want it, or take it like you love it.'

Suddenly he felt a strong womanly hand grab him by the chin and tilt his head up. The overwhelming shadow of the Alpha eclipsing his vision. She leaned down close, overloading his mind with her presence. They breathed the same air of each other's personal bubble, her body crushing into his smaller, softer form.

"Oh yes you will baby..." Helle darkly loomed over him, her eyes behind hidden underneath the blonde bangs that only allowing him to see her grin. "I've heard far too much about your sweet ass to pass this up now." Her claws came out a little and poked teasingly on the sides of Ian's cheeks. "I'm gonna fuck you...and you're going to be my little bottom bitch butt slut."