Crimson Dichotomy (Dichotomy Saga) (19 page)

He slammed into her with a strangled groan, his cock pulsing deep inside her. His presence in her mind ebbed as well, though she still sensed a connection. A pang of disappointment made her look away, but his hand eased between their bodies. “I’ll never leave you wanting.” His fingers gently pulled on her clit, triggering her reluctant orgasm.

Deep spasms of ecstasy blasted through her body and she gladly rode the wave. He eased her legs down and kissed her lips, allowing her to enjoy the afterglow. “Know this, Colette.” He waited for her to look into his eyes. “I will never hurt you. No matter how wild I become, I will never hurt you.” The vow warmed and soothed her until he whispered, “Unless you crave the pain.”

* * *

Darius paced his lair with frustrated energy. Something was wrong. One of his descendants was either dead or dying. Thus far he’d been unable to determine who was in danger or which of his children he’d lost. He’d consulted with a seer and dispatched his best spies and still he had nothing more than this gnawing disquiet that would not be silenced.

“Come back to bed,” one of his three pleasure pets murmured. They sprawled in his bed, naked and eager to please. He was naked as well, yet sated from their most recent bout of fucking.

All three were young and physically perfect. The two women were both voluptuous and giving, the male even more docile. They offered their bodies and blood with lustful enthusiasm, so why wasn’t he aroused? It had been almost an hour since he shot his load inside Carry’s greedy mouth. He must be getting old.

“Entertain each other,” he muttered. “I’m too distracted to fuck right now.”

Without objection the three rotated toward each other and continued on with their games. Carry and Megan, the two females, wrestled Jessie to his back on the bed. Jessie loved to be overpowered. He kicked and writhed, his cock quickly hardening as his lean body arched and twisted. His protests sounded almost sincere.

“You’re a teasing slut,” Megan said in a silky tone. “You flaunt your body, display your fine cock, then cruelly turn us away.”

“My cock belongs to the master,” Jessie objected. “You know he will punish me severely if I put it in anyone but him.”

“The only thing you like better than fucking the master is being punished by him.” Carry turned to Megan and said, “Straddle his legs. Help me hold him down.”

Megan climbed on top of Jessie, sitting on his thighs and holding both wrists. With one yank, Jessie could have freed himself, but it was so much more fun to pretend.

“If your cock belongs to the master, then I’ll ride your tongue.” Carry swung her leg over Jessie’s head and agilely straddled his face. “Stick it out, slut.” She reached back and twisted his nipple when Jessie failed to obey. “Now!”

Amused by their antics, Darius pulled up a chair and decided to watch their performance. His need for domination cast the females in a passive role the majority of the time. Jessie only found pleasure when he was overwhelmed and humiliated, so Darius saw no harm in allowing the women to assert themselves from time to time.

Until his spies returned, he had nothing better to do.

Jessie shook his head and moaned, but Megan held his arms tightly against his sides. “Do it, you stingy bastard. Lick her pussy until her cream covers your face.”

Carry parted her pussy lips and lowered her sex toward Jessie’s mouth. “Lick my clit. Do it now.” Like a small pink snake, Jessie’s tongue darted out and flicked Carry’s clit. “Again. Harder this time.”

Megan pulled Jessie’s arms onto his belly, grasping his wrists with one hand so she could play with his cock. “Lick her nicely and maybe I’ll suck you.” She wrapped her fingers around his stout shaft and lazily pumped up and down.

Lust stirred within Darius. They really were spectacular. Each beautiful in their own right, yet the contrast was even more appealing. Carry was blonde, with pale gold skin. Megan’s skin was mocha and her hair grew in tight spirals, forming a thick ebony cloud around her lovely face. And then there was Jessie. With flawless copper skin and long black hair, Jessie was by far the most exotic. His wide amber eyes revealed his lusty nature despite his frequent shows of reluctance.

As if he sensed the master’s gaze upon him, Jessie bucked Megan off and spread his legs wide. Darius smiled. Framed by sleekly muscled thighs, Jessie’s cock formed a long, thick column along his washboard abs. Then he rotated his pelvis and drew his knees toward his chest, presenting his ass for the master’s pleasure.

“You slut!” Megan slapped him hard on the ass and Jessie yelped. “He said we were to entertain each other. Stop trying to seduce him with your whore’s body.”

“He’s obviously desperate for cock,” Darius said. “Give him one.”

Apparently intrigued by the new development, Carry lifted herself off Jessie’s face and turned around. She quickly drew his arms above his head and pinned them to the bed with her legs. Then she straddled his face again and pressed her sex against his mouth. “Get busy. You still haven’t made me come.”

Jessie didn’t bother with protests. He licked and sucked at Carry’s folds while she played with his nipples. Grasping the hard brown nubs, Carry pulled and twisted.

Proudly holding a sleek glass dildo, Megan returned to the bed. The toy gleamed with lubricant, but Jessie wouldn’t know that until Megan shoved it rudely into his ass. “Is this what you want so badly?” She knelt beside Jessie and pulled his ass cheeks apart.

“Do it,” Carry encouraged. “Fuck him fast and hard.”

Jessie trembled visibly as Megan drove the toy inward. His body stretched wide to accommodate the dildo and a strangled cry tore from his throat. Megan didn’t stop until the toy was rammed deep in his ass. She pulled out slowly, then drove in fast. Darius imagined the burning fullness and the blissful slide. Then he reversed perspective and remembered the tight grip of Jessie’s inner muscles, the heat and the friction.

His cock jerked against his thigh. Stubbornly ignoring the pressure, he enjoyed the raunchy display. Megan wielded the dildo with cruel persistence, giving Jessie exactly what he needed most.

“Greedy whore.” She paused with the dildo deep and slapped his ass. “Look at your cock! You’re about to blow. Don’t you dare come until we give you permission. Sluts always come last.”

She slapped him several more times, bringing a lovely glow to his smooth skin. Then she resumed her fucking. Darius watched the thick shaft sink into Jessie’s body and felt his cock buck. Perhaps he wasn’t as distracted as he thought.

He stood and approached the bed. Carry ground her pussy against Jessie’s mouth, but her gaze followed him. Megan was so focused on fucking Jessie she didn’t notice him until he stepped up behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

“Master?” She tensed, losing her rhythm with the toy.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He opened a small wound on his thumb and dripped blood into her crack. The scarlet drops rolled across her dusky flesh and obediently pooled in and around her anus. He anointed the head of his cock with more blood and his fangs distended.

Circling her opening with his cock, he smeared the blood further as he positioned himself to take her. He matched her next inward thrust, filling her ass as she drilled into Jessie. Her hot passage clasped him so tightly he groaned. Carry pulled Megan’s face toward her and kissed her passionately. Darius watched their mouths cling and slide, enjoying the occasional glimpse of their entwined tongues.

He grasped Megan’s hips and rode her hard. She increased the speed of the dildo, matching his rhythm as she fucked Jessie. Jessie in turn adored Carry’s pussy with his lips and tongue. It was a frantic circle of sexual demand.

Carry came first, her cry muffled by Megan’s mouth. She moved to Jessie’s side and raised his leg to her shoulder, keeping him open for Megan while allowing her access to his cock.

“May I?” she asked and Darius nodded.

Megan reached between her thighs, rubbing her clit while Darius continued to fuck her. With Carry greedily sucking his cock and Megan pounding into his ass, Jessie was soon shuddering with a powerful climax. His body arched toward Carry, his ass cheeks flexing around the dildo.

Carry removed the toy and pulled Jessie off the far side of the bed. Too aroused to speak, Darius sent an image to their minds, showing them exactly what he wanted. He dragged Megan toward him until her knees rested at the edge of the bed. Her forearms supported her upper body and she went on rubbing her clit.

Kneeling beside him, Carry caressed his thighs and his balls. He felt warm hands on his ass and knew Jessie had returned. Jessie’s lube-slicked fingers thrust into Darius as he drove into Megan.

“Oh yes,” he cried. The combination was amazing. Jessie faultlessly matched him thrust for thrust, the dual stimulation nearly more than Darius could take. He tossed his head and reached for Carry’s free arm, drawing her wrist to his mouth.

Hunger surged as he neared release. He bit into Carry’s wrist, prolonging his climax. His cock pulsed violently as he drank deeply, his head spinning with the rush of power and pleasure.

“Sir, if you’re finished.” Completely unapologetic, Michael stood just inside the doorway. The oldest of his transformed children, Michael had been his valet for decades.

He retracted his fangs and glared at Michael. “What is it?” No one else on Earth could have gotten away with such a rude interruption.

“You asked to be notified when your spies return. Rick is waiting in your office.”

“I’ll be there momentarily.” Licking Carry’s blood from his lips, he pulled out of Megan and conjured clothes. “Make sure you eat something,” he told Carry. “I was hungry.”

Rick stood near the window, staring out into the night. He was human, but his family had served Darius for generations. He had often been tempted to gift them with transformation, but once transformed they would have been nocturnal, unable to guard him during his solar trance. So he rewarded them with wealth and appreciation.

“What have you learned?”

“Ella is missing, sir.” Rick turned from the window and faced him. His posture was stiff, his bearing militant. “She departed with Taerok and his favorite toy and never returned.”

Darius frowned. “If she were dead, I would have felt her passing.”

“I believe she took them through the Veil. That might account for your confusion. Your senses would have been greatly hampered by the barrier.”

“Has Taerok returned?” Why Ella chose to associate with such a foul person, he couldn’t begin to understand. He had encouraged Samcillian to control his progeny, but Samcillian was perhaps more vile than Taerok. And there was only so much influence one ancient had over another.

“I have confirmed reports that the Sentinels killed Taerok,” Rick continued. “I don’t know what happened to the toy.”

His gaze snapped back to his spy. “Why would the Sentinels kill Taerok? Their leader has blood ties to him.”

“I only know what I’ve told you, sir. I can’t explain their motivations. I have confirmed that neither Ella nor Taerok’s toy are in the Otherworld. If they are alive, they are on this side of the Veil.”

“I see.” He rubbed his chin, digesting the information as he formed possibilities. “Is there anything else?”

“No, sir. That was everything I was able to learn. Would you like me to continue my search?”

“That won’t be necessary. You’ve done very well.” He swept his hand toward the door. “I’ll conclude the investigation on my own.”

“Very well, sir. If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

Darius crossed to the window where Rick had been standing and closed his eyes. He reached into the darkness, better able to search with a specific target in mind. He summoned Ella, demanding she respond. Nothing. No ripple of awareness, no echo or thought.

“Do you believe him?” Michael asked from somewhere behind him.