I couldn’t stop then, fucking into Evira, fucking back on Vax, and taking Win’s fingers so deep as I watched Evira basically trying to suck the cum out of Win’s cock fucking violently, to the point that he had to slap a hand down to the bar to steady himself while his hoarse cries filled the room.
I reached back and hooked my arm around Vax’s neck, holding him to me. “Please, Vax… need to feel you. Come inside me. Come… fill me…”
“You.”Slam.“Are.”Shoulder nibble.“Glorious.”Jaw lick.
With a curse, he shot off, his warm cum filling me up.
“Mmm… yeah…” I breathed.
Win came down Evira’s throat, and she purposely held it in her mouth, then leaned down and dribbled it all over my balls and where we were joined.
“Fucking dammit… that’s…shit…”I choked.
Pleasure strangled me and I came inside her again, which set her off too. Win took her higher as he clawed at her breasts, her stomach, the three of us relishing her sexy cries of rapture as she shuddered and kept coming.
As Vax eased out of me, I slid from her as well, and staggered, needing Win to grab my arm to steady me.
“Damn,” I breathed. “That was another level.”
“I believe we outdid ourselves,” Vax said, chuckling.
“No doubt,” Evira said, leaping off the bar, and the sight of her doing that naked almost set me off again. But she came to me and stroked my cheek, being all cozy instead, which I happily fell into. As did Win and Vax, all of us wrapping around one another.
I loved it.
Loved this.
Lovedthem.
It was happening.
I was here.
About to start something super awesome.
I materialized from teleportation to see Charles Petrone waiting for me there in the clearing, a place in the middle of nowhere. Technically, anyway.
“Welcome, Zayn,” he greeted politely and with a kind smile.
He really was a nice guy all around. Having contacts in the underground and unsavory circles didn’t touch that or him. And he did that to help people, to aid those much like my parents years back who couldn’t help themselves and were under the thumbs of those more powerful.
He was wearing a tailored gray suit with a crisp white shirt beneath, and a gold medallion hung down over it that glittered with aquamarine magic. The magic was his wife’s, and I’d heard she had one with his yellow magic imbued in hers too. It was so sweet, them carrying a part of each other wherever they went.
Charles looked mid-forties in human years, but he was over four hundred, really, a vampire-sorcerer hybrid. His brown hair was in an old-fashioned style, a classic side-swept undercut, kind of a callback to the old days for him or something.
But what he was doing here with Requital, and the way he always fought for progress and enlightenment, was a whole other thing, and really fucking admirable.
“Hey,” I responded. “Thanks for agreeing to be my mentor. Must be kind of irritating babysitting a youngling like me known for his chaos more than anything else. I’ll pay attention andlearn quickly so you can get back to your real duties and all that. Sorry.”
He frowned. “Not at all.”
“I… what?”
That smile on his face spread, seriously feeling like more kindness was literally radiating out and bathing me with it.
“It’s a wonderful responsibility and a most rewarding undertaking to teach the younger generation. Is that not how progress is truly made? It’s not an infringement upon me in the least. I enjoy mentoring passionate and highly capableyounglingslike you.”
“Wow. That’s… okay. Thank you.”
