Hybrid Misfit

“Get in the shower before I give you another one.”

I blew him a kiss and didn’t move. I even waggled my bottom at him. The sharp smack tingled and my budding arousal went into all out horny mode.

“Naughty girl,” Simon murmured, his voice thick. I looked up at him and melted at the hungry look in his face.

I found myself manhandled into the oversized shower, the hot spray striking skin sensitized with anticipation. In short order, my lovers joined me.

Gene stood before me, his curved cock jutting from his groin. “Bend over and taste it,” he ordered.

I did as ordered-eagerly. I folded my body over, sticking my bottom out for Simon’s visual enjoyment. I took Gene’s swollen head into my mouth, moaning when his fingers grasped my hair, guiding me.

Behind me, Simon took up position, the head of his shaft brushing my backside. I wiggled it, longing to feel the thickness of his prick as it stretched my channel.

What I got instead was a slap. I cried out around the rod in my mouth and only barely managed to not bite down. Gene’s hands tightened their grip on my hair, pushing me back and forth on his length. He matched his rhythm to the rain of smacks on my bottom, something I’d never actually indulged in before but was rapidly discovering I enjoyed. I moaned as my ass heated up, the tingle of the slaps Simon bestowed firing my libido and soaking my pussy.

The sudden thrust of his massive cock into my channel forced me forward onto Gene’s prick, driving it down my throat, where my muscles flexed convulsively.

Gene’s grip on my scalp tightened, and, through gritted teeth, he panted, “Take what you need.”

I didn’t know which side of me he meant, but the decision was taken from me when my sharp incisors lowered, scraping the tender skin of his shaft.

Hot coppery liquid hit my tongue and I sucked at it, taking what he offered and more. My more sensual side woke as my dark feeding aroused me even further. My erotic delight passed from me to Gene, a molten wave of bliss that combined with the pounding pleasure of Simon’s cock in my pussy, brought on my orgasm. I cried out around the shaft in my mouth, taking him deep and clamping down.

“Oh fuck,” Gene groaned before shooting his fiery load down my throat.

I was too busy to enjoy his reaction, though, still caught in the waves of my diminishing climax. Simon continued to plow me, his rod a tight fit, but one that I loved. Distracted, Gene’s sated cock slipped out of my mouth. He didn’t seem to mind as he knelt under my bent body and caught a protruding nipple with his mouth, tugging it hard and sending a pleasurable jolt right down to my cleft. One orgasm down, I could already feel the next one building.

Behind me, Simon continued to slap my buttocks as he rammed me, the zinging pain making my pelvic muscles tighten deliciously around his shaft. I froze, though, when he stroked his thumb over my puckered ring.

I looked over my shoulder and gasped, “Out hole.”

His blazing eyes met mine. “For now.”

Gene released my nipple long enough to say, “Oh, sweet one, wait until you experience the ecstasy of having both of us seated in you at the same time. Our hard cocks fucking both your tight holes, our bodies sandwiching yours.” Then having said his piece he bit down on my nub and I cried out.

When he put it like that, I had to admit the idea had its appeal, even given my preconceived-if strange notions-about acceptable sex. Simon, as if sensing the direction of my thoughts, popped his thumb right into my rosette, a shocking maneuver that even in its alien feel, brought on my climax.

Gene lips caught my ecstatic scream as my body convulsed and quivered in the throes of pleasure, a bliss that went on and on, and Simon somehow through his rod, seated deep inside, fed me his arousal. When with a mighty bellow he finally came, I was overwhelmed with the power that rushed into me and collapsed against Gene, who held me cradled in his arms as the water in the shower, now gone tepid, continued to pour over us. And even though we ended up washing each other with giggles under a chilly spray, one thought kept circling: Hot damn, I’ll have to try and be bad more often if this is how they intend to punish me.

Chapter Nine

I smiled wider than a Chesire cat the following morning. My expanding sexual horizons and my adept lovers making me feel better-and more powerful-than I ever remembered. Unlike my previous wakeup, I got the morning nookie I craved, a quick, sweaty tag-team affair where Simon and Gene kept swapping position between my legs. But the climax was worth it even if it left me in desperate need of a shower before I went home trailing the scent of sex after me.

I dressed in another new outfit courtesy of the guys, and which I didn’t argue about given they kept destroying my clothes in their eagerness to claim me. Ain’t love grand?

I froze mid stroke, the brush in my hair falling from suddenly numb fingers.

Love? Can it be? I thought over how Gene and Simon made me feel, and not just in the bedroom. I mulled over the conversations we had, many which weren’t comprised of sexual innuendo. I pondered the fact that I missed them like crazy when we were apart. I couldn’t deny the facts stacking up. I’m in love.

On the heels of that amazing revelation fear followed. But, what if they don’t feel the same way?

Compared to them, I was an inexperienced babe in the woods. How could I hope to keep their attention outside the bedroom? I knew nothing of the things they’d gone through. I held maybe a fraction of their knowledge.

Even as all the reasons for them to not love me piled up, one thing kept intruding-my gut instinct. And that internal dousing rod of mine, also known as female intuition, said they cared for me, and possibly loved me as much as I loved them.

How and when should I tell them, though? Somehow, just walking out into the living room and announcing it aloud seemed wrong. The moment I declared myself should have meaning, or at the very least attempt to be special. And a quick escape route should I be totally mistaken and they not return my affection.

I finished my toiletries and walked out into the main living area. My men turned like one person, even though they stood on opposite sides of the room, and their smiles of welcome warmed me and melted my doubts.

They care, and when the moment’s right, I’m going to tell them what I feel.

We joked and chatted over breakfast, the only somber moment coming when Simon and Gene mentioned meeting with the forces aligned against those in Heaven and Hell who would see me dead.

“So does this mean we’re going to war?” I asked.

“Hopefully not. If we can show the Legion of Darkness and the Army of Light that we outnumber them, then maybe we can avert an all out war.”

I had my doubts, but I wouldn’t rain on Simon’s optimism. I knew he did all this for one reason only-to protect me.

All too soon, Simon was kissing me goodbye with promises to meet up with me later. I didn’t bother calling my roomies to warn them I was coming, I just had Gene drop me off.

I hugged him to me tight, an odd sense of uneasiness making me say, “You’ll be careful?”

“Don’t fear for me. I am much harder to kill than you’d think.” Not exactly reassuring words, but apparently it was the best I’d get. He kissed me soundly. “See you in a few hours. And remember, if you need me, just make a wish.”

I warmed at his words even as he popped out of sight. How did I ever get so lucky?

I swallowed that internal thought when I walked into chaos. The apartment looked like a herd of animals had rampaged through it. A rotten egg miasma in the air made me pull my shirt up over my nose to filter the smell, but it did nothing to block the visual chaos. The cushions on the couch were scattered and torn. Broken glass glittered