There was no gentleness with the werewolf. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head to the side to sniff at my neck. Whatever he smelled there must have pleased him, because he crushed his mouth to mine. His kiss was hard and demanding, as he explored my entire mouth with his tongue. Then his inner wolf melded with the wolf I never even knew I had.
Somehow, we all ended up on the bed, all of us naked, all of them kissing or licking some part of my body. It was glorious. Being part succubus had every one of my holes hot, wet, and ready, and seemed to have the three beings in the dungeon with me hard, stiff, and waiting.
On my knees, I was kissing the vampire as he kneaded my breasts and tugged and twisted my nipples. The demon was on his back, his tongue working wonders inside my heated entrance while his thumb played with my clit. He rubbed at it in a motion that made my body clench at his tongue, the friction throwing my mind into a tailspin. He worked his tongue in, out, and around. He was kissing and sucking as if he had discovered the finest wine—lapping at my juices as though he didn’t want to relinquish a single drop. The werewolf on his knees behind me worked his fingers into yet another hole, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I screamed an orgasm into the vampire’s mouth as the were began to nudge into me from behind. The demon got to his knees as the vampire began to work his shaft into my core. Both the vampire and werewolf began thrusting into me at the exact same moment, slowly at first and then faster, both going at a synchronized rhythm, inducing both pleasure and exquisite pain inside me. I grabbed onto the demon by his ass and brought him closer so I could fit his entire long, thick shaft in my mouth until it touched the back of my throat.
Which was how I bonded with him first. When he spent his seed inside my mouth and it trickled warmly down my throat, our souls went in and out of each other’s bodies, the souls of our demons pledged to each other for all eternity.
I tightened and clenched around the vampire and wolf as they grew even larger inside me, and I bonded with them too. The vampire and I savagely latched on to each other’s necks and our fangs sank in so deep I was sure we both had hit bone before his hot, tangy, succulent blood flowed down my throat, and mine his. We marked each other both inside and out. The wolf sank his own fangs into my shoulder, and my wolf eagerly answered his with claws that sprang from my fingertips and latched on to his thigh deeply enough I was sure the wound would not completely heal. Not without leaving our mark embedded on his skin. And we all climaxed as one, going over the edge together in pure unadulterated bliss.
There were no thoughts or question as to what had happened, not the how or the why. Just a contentedness in what we had done. No worries about the sheer chaos that might be the end result.
Coming back to where I’d started, all I realized was I was even more screwed than I thought. I was bonded with a wolf, a demon, and a vampire, and we didn’t even know one another’s names. Not only that, how were they going to feel about being bonded when they woke? Had they been drugged like I was? Would they remember everything that happened?
I finally knew everything I was, and it was a truly messed-up combo; a witch, a vampire, a wolf, and a succubus. What good did it do me when I was being held captive by who knows what, or why? And a collar on me that I surmised blocked me from using any of those powers.
Dear Goddess, I needed help!
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Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda
Meanwhile, chaos was brewing in the orphanage hidden in the deepest, murkiest part of Underlayes. Set in the back hills where none usually venture to, and even if they attempted to, they would be stopped short by all the obstacles along the way. Wards began miles before reaching the Whispering Willow forest that made anyone entering feel not just paranoid, but they would begin to have hallucinations, and not the fun kind; more like if they took another step it might be their last. If anyone were to brave that point, banshees would fly down and aim their screams directly towards the unwitting fool, making their ears and eyes bleed. And if that wasn’t enough of a deterrent, wraiths would swoop down and attempt to snatch the soul from the trespasser’s body, though not completely; they wanted the intruders kept alive to warn others off. Last, but most certainly not least, the gargoyles had no qualms coming from their perches and picking off whomever came near the children they were charged to protect. But as they say, where there is a will, there is always a way…
The Queen blew the doors off what appeared to be a simple cottage, not caring that by doing so she removed all form of glamour concealing what it truly was; an enormous gothic cathedral, turrets reaching the darkened moonlit skies, built to house all sorts of beings and keep them hidden and protected. Sentry gargoyles that were once perched
