S and Murder (Hannah Graves Spin-off One)

Eight

Eight:

Ren disappeared soon after our dismissal, most likely to work on something case related. Christen was still making her rounds, so I decided to wander around, and begin my slow mosey towards the exit.

I nursed my single glass of rich Nixian wine, which seemed to have a very wild and almost untamed taste to it—befitting their species.

“You are far too enchanting a creature to drink alone.”

A cultured British-sounding crisp tone, even more, aged than my former Au Pair. I turned, and I was facing the most singularly stunning tall magus I had ever laid my eyes upon. Her hair was like silken woven platinum and pink mixed together. She had nearly ten piercings in each ear, and several rings through her nose, and a stud in her lip, which I could imagine how great that could feel when she was between a girl’s thighs. I licked my lips impulsively.

She was powerful, ageless, deadly, and staring at me as if she were the one ravenous for my chi. My back shivered at her intense scrutiny.

Her light-brown and amber mixed eyes were lit with warmth, humor, and no shortage of her overt display of expressive energy. She was not just a magus; she was clearly one of their elite.

“I find that my best drinking is done in private.”

I said truthfully, and she gestured to the veranda, and said, “Not the worst view to select. However, I could certainly show you a few others.”

She promised me darkly, and I strut around her lith and powerful gorgeous body.

“You do realize I am the succubus, right? The one just beneath the world-ender on the least favorite people of Hidden, list.”

I told her, and I leaned in closer, savoring the rush and fluttering of my heart. She was painfully stunning to captivate with one’s eyes. I did not let her utter a reply. I captured her head in my hand, pulling her lips down to mine. I pushed her back against the patio wall, and I felt her generous breast brushing against my chest as I locked her against the wall. Her lips and her tongue danced in time with mine, inviting further seduction, further revelry.

Her arousal was like the thickest and most satisfying of feminine aromas my metaphysical and physical senses had ever drunk.

“If you want off the succubus ride, you better give me your safe word, fast.”

I warned her since I liked my food to be compliant and consenting. She bit into my lip and she cupped my ass fiercely with her right palm, and she fondled my ass with all the tender but firm care one usually reserved for their most treasured tangible object.

“I know…”

She said, and I pulled the seven-inch strap-on from my bag and I leaned back enough to begin to hook it to my mid. She eyed me with hot molten pools of lust and passion.

“You always carry that around, or were you planning to use it on someone else?”

I gave her a wicked smile and quipped, “Who said I won’t use it on another girl, later? You shut it and just enjoy the ride while you’re on it, magus girl.”

I reprimanded her, and she rubbed herself against the tick fake phallic object press between us.

I ran my hand up her thigh, and she moaned against my neck, as I tore her two-thousand-dollar silken knickers free from her naked core. I felt her hot wet pulsing desperation against my fingers, as I slowly worked the tip of the fake c**k along with her small entry. She was experienced, yet she was so damn tight at the same time. I felt my panties moisten at the mere sensation of her. I had to conquer her, I had to have all of her!

This thought rattled through me as I slammed my fake p***s into her without any regard for her comfort, the moans that cascaded against my back told me I had read her well. She needed this, someone, willing to own her, to command her, and drill their fake c**k into her very bottom.

I slammed the c**k inside her with the force of a much larger person. She seemed to arch into my every touch, cave to my every caress, as I kissed down her neck, sucking on the nape.

“Yes…”

She seemed to plead, as much as she moaned as I bottomed out in her body several more times. She was like a limp sack of girl; her ruination of orgasm was manifest as I plundered her body without regard. She seemed to relish the euphoric sense of being dominated like it was the first time anyone had ever taken her in such a consensual force.

“Shush, no speaking, just moaning, writhing is acceptable as well.”

I commanded her, and she felt the tip of the mass pressing into her fervently as I chastised her for speaking.

“I don’t care who you are or what power you have in this city. Tonight, right now, I own your body!”

I told her, and I leaned in and I whispered, “I will feed on your left n****e, as you orgasm. I will not harm you, but I will if you dare to speak out again you naughty magus girl.”

She whined against my shoulder as the c**k drove deep inside her twice more to accentuate my prowess over her fleshly land. I slowly and deliberately worked her golden sheath dress free and relished as her generous C-cup breast spilled out naked in the night.

It was not often I could be so firm-handed with s****l conquest. Mortals were surprisingly frail in my tiny but powerful hands. I might not be the best expressionist, but brutal strength I have in spades!

“c*m for me little magus.”

I commanded her, and I drove the c**k inside her and she bit into my shoulder and I felt myself soaking through my own panties now. I was filled with a need, and I was going to wish I could or would spend the night in this woman’s bed in the morning, but my mind was made up. I was going to f**k her brains out right now, fed, then I was going to eat my dinner already waiting for me. A girl must keep her dinner dates, or else she runs out of friends at some point.

I felt the slick c*m running down the dildo shaft and I plowed it deep inside her twice more for good measure, as I leaned down, suckling her left n****e, and flicking my ravenous tongue over her bare tender flesh. I gave her thirty lifetimes worth of reaction time to know I was going to suck her chi. I knew she could push me off if she were not down for dinner.

Her lifeforce greeted me, as I felt her consent open her massive almost incomprehensible chi rush against me like a mighty gale. She was morbidly powerful, possibly strong enough to outright kill me. This realization both frightened and turned me on.

I had sampled magus women before; none were even close to the refinement or quality of her chi. She was the single most delectable meal I had ever tasted in my short but healthy s****l history. I could become consumed in the gales of her whirlwinds.

All too soon, it ended, as I pulled back, forcing myself not to suck more than three pulls of her life-force. I felt the massive hurricanes now raging inside my own body, like a natural disaster waiting to be unleashed.

I finished my last thrusts inside her, and I pulled her lips up to mine, and I kissed her ferociously.

“You should probably get dressed before someone else gets this view. Thanks for the desert.”

I told her, as I kissed her again. Her amber-brown eyes seemed fixated on me. Her hot gaze spoke of a swift and kinky retribution in my near future. A thought I was disturbingly too excited to hope would happen.

“Wouldn’t want that, not good for a girl’s reputation.”

She said jokingly, and I did a quick survey of my disheveled appearance, and I fixed the silver dress when it had ridden up around my hips.

I pulled her back down to my lips one last time and I savored her powerful aroma of s****l glory.

I went over after I left the pink-platinum beauty to dress and recompose her sanity. I hugged and said goodbye to Christen, who noticed, and smelled the musk of s*x on me, but chose not to inquire deeper. She did not judge, and that was one of the many reasons I loved her like a sister. Ren was so pent-up, but he did raise a fine woman.

Siegfried seemed to follow my progress around the courtroom with piqued interest. He always seemed to be eyeing me like he was trying to make some unspoken choice.

***

Exiting the city was easy enough, and I only had a few lingering looks of distaste to endure before I reached the car in the elevator lift Ren had used to get us down here. He did not need it for the evening, and I still had a mortal lover to satisfy tonight. What surprised me as I left the city, I was still full of the pink-haired girl, that I was only horny, not hungry. It seemed like ages since last, I could recall not being ravenous even after a solid meal. The three pulls of her chi had given more power than I could even begin to fathom.

My mind kept replaying her every curve, and her extremely tight body. Usually, only virgins feel that slight in my experience. She was a mystery and a dynamo.

Megan was waiting for me, petting my kitties who were all twining around her meowing.

“They’re telling on their bad mommy. I was supposed to come home sooner.”

I said, and she looked at me, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“I feel so underdressed now.”

She confessed, and I waved her off.

“I just had this dinner and drink thing with some advisor types.”

I told her, which was as close to the truth as a human was ever likely to hear. I liked Megan, and her chi was delicious, but I knew better than to trust her with anything too profound. Besides, it was not merely my existence I was protecting, it was all immortals in my orbit.

“Well, I hope you’re still hungry.”

She said, and I licked my lips at the thought of all the bad things I was going to make her do to me tonight.

“Ravenous.”

I said, allowing her to interpret it however she wanted. She eyed me with the desire of several women combined. She had a powerful s****l drive for a human, and capable hands and lips to deliver on the promises her eyes were making with my body right now.

“I brought pie, for dessert.”

She said, and a hint of a smile touched her lips. I prowled over to her, and I pulled her lips down to mine. She was not as delicious as the magus girl had been, but I could still make her scream tonight because I took pride in my culinary art.

She seemed eager to prove her prowess to me, and I was just eager to feel her penetrate my body, to pierce the s****l tension bottled and sealed from my previous encounter.