As I slide under the door of their quarters, angry voices greet my ears, and instead of coalescing, I hover unseen to eavesdrop on their conversation. The room smells like sex, so I guess they have started trying to heal Mithus already.
“That fucking bitch. It’s her fault that Xavier almost killed Mithus,” Elyan rages, not taking my rejection well. “And now he’s putting her before all of us. I will not stand for it. She needs to go.”
“Elyan, be careful. She is the boss men’s granddaughter,” Nambra, the redhead who was caught in the Mithus crossfire, rasps from where she’s reclined on their couch. Topirey, my Dionall harem member, is giving her head to help her recover from my anger. Her hands are clasped onto the foliage on his head as his long tongue works over her clit and folds. His teeth are sharp and dangerous, but he knows how to use them to create the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. It’s why he’s in my harem in the first place.
“The Adams are not our boss, only Xavier can dictate to us. You know what he’s like. His attention span is short, so if we get rid of her, he will forget about her and put his focus back on us,” Elyan continues, freely speaking her traitorous words, and my blood boils.
“I don’t think you are right, Elyan,” Sinath, my Rasque harem member, tells her, his clicking sounds translating into Skarrian through my implanted translator. His mouth is unable to form words like a humanoid, but he excels at sucking dick. It seems his intelligence may need to be rewarded too. “Xavier has shown more interest in the human girl than he’s shown anyone else before. I think you would find yourself dead if you got rid of her.”
Mithus groans as Lexus, the dark-haired warlock who attacked Lila, rides both of his cocks. Her ass and vagina bulge as she undulates, her head thrown back in pleasure. Although Mithus does not absorb power nor feed on emotions like a warlock does, Lexus can feed her power into him as they fuck to heal him. So while she heals herself, she heals him at the same time.
The three remaining members of my harem watch on in silence. Zanorn is a metamorph and can take on any form I want him to, and if I had to name a favorite harem member, it would be him. When he’s in his natural form, he’s a blank slate with no discernible features, just a humanoid-shaped body, his skin a gray color with no markings. He’s sitting with Ara and Jastia, the last of the warlocks in my harem. Both women are quiet and unassuming and don’t involve themselves with gossip or intrigue. They feel no jealousy and are aware of their role in my harem, and because of this, they are also in my top three. The three of them will survive what happens next, but I am not sure if the others will.
“No, he is only being kind to her because he wants to keep the Adams brothers happy. Why he bows down to the pathetic Skarrians, I have no clue. He could be home on Westalin, living the good life, but instead he’s a lackey for this damn circus. He could at least get rid of the Adams brothers and run the damn thing.”
Such traitorous words from my harem member, and it sounds like this is not the first time she’s had these thoughts. Have I misjudged their loyalty and turned a blind eye because I enjoyed feeding on them?
“Be very careful what you say, Elyan, your words border on treason. If you want to get rid of Lila, then you will need to do it so it looks like an accident, but as for the boss men, I would leave them alone for now,” Sinath cautions the devious bitch, and he was doing so well. With those words, he just became a coconspirator.
I continue to listen and see if they will dig themselves a deeper grave while feeding off the sexual energy everyone is putting off. I’m basically stealing it so that the ones who are trying to heal won’t be able to. I wonder how long it will take for them to notice they are not healing. I watch as Topirey extends a limb toward Nambra. It changes shape from a hand-like appendage until it is one solid branch. He doesn’t bother smoothing off the surface, so it penetrates Nambra with a slightly sharp end and bark-like skin. She arches off the couch, her moan one of painful pleasure as he fucks her with it. His tongue and teeth continue to work her sexual organs. Warlocks are pleasure pain sluts, some worse than others, but we all like it occasionally.
Although warlocks look much like a humanoid species, our genitals differ slightly. While we still have cocks and cunts, we also have additional pleasure organs. The best way to describe them would be small tentacles that sit where a clit would be for human females. They are not long, probably only two Earth inches, and they have the same kind of sensitivity as a human clit, but they are able to tangle with the tentacles of a male warlock, which kind of locks the two warlocks together. The male’s tentacles are around the base of our cocks. They caress and stroke each other when they interlock, creating a whole other level of sexual pleasure.
A squeal has me dragging my attention away from Nambra and Topirey and onto Mithus and Lexus. Lexus has started squealing, so I guess the barbs in Mithus’s cocks have activated. They pierce the vaginal walls when he gets close to his climax to lock you in place so he can deposit all of his seed inside you. It’s quite a painful sensation, but when he comes, it feels amazing, because it’s hot and has a chemical in it which triggers an orgasm in the recipient.
She’s barely moving, and he’s grunting and groaning like an emaciated lastovian hog. It really is the most unattractive sound, which is why I only fuck him when I feel like having two cocks in my ass, and that isn’t very often, to be honest. I can also always ask Zanorn to give me two cocks, and that is much more enjoyable. I mainly use him to suck me off. His toothless mouth has the most amazing suction action.
“What kind of accident could we cause?” Elyan talks out loud as I draw in all the sexual energy, gorging on it to punish my harem a little more. I can’t believe none of them have noticed that I am here.
“I want nothing to do with any of this,” Zanorn announces, standing up and drawing Ara and Jastia with him.
“You are going to get yourselves killed,” Ara warns.
“He wouldn’t choose her over me. He wouldn’t strike out at me like he did them,” Elyan declares haughtily as she sneers at the copulating couples on the couch like they are the dirt beneath her shoes.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Jastia calls over her shoulder as the three of them hurry toward their sleeping quarters.
Ah, clever boy. Zanorn is looking right at me as they depart and get out of the crossfire.
“Why isn’t this working?” Nambra groans as I hold off their orgasms. “Get over here, Sinath, and let me suck your cock.” He goes over to her and gets up on the couch, positioning his pelvis before her mouth. I watch as he drops his pants. The armored plates that cover his sexual organs slide back, and the long, spiny protrusion extends out. She runs her tongue up the length of it a couple of times, and I watch as blood starts to drip from where the spiny barbs slice little cuts into it. I stifle a moan. Although I have no inclination to join them, it still builds a desire in me that is going to need an outlet. Eventually the plates separate, and his long, thick, fleshy cock comes out. This one doesn’t have spiny protrusions, but I wait in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He shoves it into her mouth before the spiny outside plates slam into her cheeks, the barbs digging into her skin and holding her in place. Her muffled scream of pain causes my own cock to throb. He starts to thrust back and forth, not taking any care to be gentle. Nambra’s eyes widen, and I can hear her breathe through her nose. Although she knew it was going to happen, it is quite shocking when it actually does.
“Please, Elyan, help us out,” Lexus begs. “You’re the most powerful of us all, maybe you can help us heal.”
“I’ve never helped you before, so why would I start now?” Elyan’s haughty ways have had her rejecting anyone else in the harem. She mistakenly believes she’s better than all of them because she is more powerful, but that is most definitely not the case, which she is about to find out. She only ever feeds from me or from residual emotions, just as I am doing right now. She should be able to feel what I’m doing, but she is so distracted by her jealousy and anger she still hasn’t realized I’m in the room.
“Please, Elyan, please,” Lexus begs again, the pain she’s in is all too obvious in her voice. Without Mithus’s orgasm, she’s not getting the chemical release for his spikes not to be painful. Her pussy is full of a hundred barbs right now, and he keeps fucking her like the rutting lastovian hog he sounds like despite the restricted movements he can make.
I start to chuckle, and it echoes around the room as I manifest my misty, shrouded body in front of them. I make the mist recede, allowing them to see my true form. Elyan’s eyes widen, and a smug smile crosses her face. I don’t reveal myself until I want to fuck while I feed, so I’m sure she thinks I’m here to join the orgy. Once upon a time, I would have, but not this time, and not ever again.
“Xavier, there you are.” She uses my name, which she knows not to do, but her jealousy has made her stupid. She drops her robe, and her lacy lingerie disappears, leaving her slender, toned figure exposed for my eyes. The others keep reaching for their pleasure. “Please use my body and take our sexual pleasure to sate your need.” She falls to her knees and reaches for my belt, and I slap her hand away.
“They ask why it is not working, and you are too consumed by your own jealousy to check where all the healing energy is going. How can you be so stupid?” I feel her search the room and watch her eyes widen as she realizes I have absorbed it all.
“How long were you listening for?” she asks quietly, looking up at me with a calculating glint in her eyes.
“Long enough,” I tell her, and she decides to cut her losses.
“That human bitch cannot give you what you need. She is weak and useless, and I will kill her so you are not distracted. She probably purchased a spell to catch your eye.” She doesn’t hold back her disgust, and I’m surprised by her bravery.
