Courts and Cabals Omnibus: Books 1-3, page 7
“I owe you,” I agreed, and my word was good when it came to my business.
Brad left to track down the pedo-van in town while Jerome had to go back to class. Good to her word, the nurse discharged me a couple of hours later, and I was left to my own devices. The first thing I did was get a change of clothes. They returned the uniform I’d been wearing, but it had a sharp, burnt smell to it that would never come out. I tossed it, and donned jeans and a shirt; something comfortable, but easy to move in. There was no way in hell I could outrun a Fae if it came to that, but you couldn’t blame a man for being prepared. The Boy Scouts got one thing right.
The bleachers called my name after that, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to go. I checked the spare phone I had. It was an old flip one that was about a decade out of date, but without a data plan, it was a cheap and solid backup. It wouldn’t surprise me if the school magically eavesdropped on some conversations, so having a backup was good for business.
After a while, I couldn’t put it off anymore. The usual comfort of the steel pillars of my personal kingdom was lacking as I approached. Aveena was already there, her foot tapping impatiently against the gravel.
“Mortal,” she spat as I approached.
“Lady Foxbelle,” I made sure to debase myself extra today. “You look radiant as always.”
“Where is my product?” She ignored the pleasantries.
“I have one of my people fetching it as we speak,” I prayed to all the gods and goddesses of every pantheon that Brad would hurry the fuck up.
“We had an agreement,” she pulled out a thin, next-gen phone that I doubted was even on the market yet. “And you will breach it in twenty-two seconds.”
“Come on, Brad,” I kept myself bowed at the waist, prostrated before the Fae girl. With about three seconds to spare, Brad sprinted between the pylons. “Gods, thank you!” I smiled at Aveena, but that was before I looked at Brad’s face. He was winded, and clutching a stitch in his side, but he was shaking his head back and forth. “Fuck.”
“Restitutions must be made for dishonoring my noble house,” Aveena looked happier than I’d ever seen her.
“Please, my Lady,” I resorted to begging. “As you may have heard, I was struck down by a force of nature last night. While lightning is no concern to someone as mighty as yourself, I am a mere mortal and was hospitalized until this afternoon. I sent my man to check my distributor, and they did not have it in stock. If you give me more time, I promise you I can get you what you requested.”
I figured playing the weak mortal card while brownnosing was a safe bet. It might have worked with a Seelie, but Aveena’s wicked grin showed me the Unseelie was unmoved.
“I demand satisfaction.” Reality seemed to warp, and a silver dagger appeared in her hand. I’d never seen a glamour before, and this was not how I wanted to witness the Fae’s greatest power. “A finger will do.”
I gulped and started to back away, but she was so quick. She blurred, and was suddenly standing before me with my hand in an iron grip. “Resistance is futile.” I could see the joy in her eyes as she moved the blade to my pinky finger.
“Step off, hag!” a familiar voice commanded.
Aveena recoiled like she’d been struck. A hag was a type of Fae. A low blood. The lowest of the low. It was ugly and only fit to clean the shitters of someone as high-born as Aveena. Calling her a hag was worse than calling her a two-dollar ho.
“Whore!” she roared back. Shockwaves made the metal around us groan in protest.
Lilith stepped forward and pushed me aside so I fell flat on my ass. The last person I expected to come to my defense was the succubus I’d shoved under her bed with drool-cum dripping out of her mouth. I wanted to say something, but no one was paying attention to me anymore.
Only Brad, me, and the noble Fae’s changeling entourage would witness the epic showdown. St. Vincent’s had a pecking order based on power, prestige, money, race, and everything else people usually quibbled over in high school. Aveena and Lilith were near the top of the pecking order.
“Hot girl fight,” I couldn’t stop grinning.
The dagger vanished from Aveena’s hand and was replaced by dual swords. One was curved, and the other straight. The use of different blades enhanced strengths and reduced weaknesses. They glowed with the otherworldly light of glamour and were far more intimidating than the tiny dagger.
In response, Lilith’s eyes began to glow. It was the same spark as when she’d been draining me dry the night before. She opened her mouth, and tongues of flame flowed down her chest and arms. They burned the same green as her eyes, and congealed into a flaming sword in one hand, and a barbed whip in the other. She stared confidently into Aveena’s eyes as two horns slowly protruded from her forehead. Both women held their weapons like they knew how to use them.
Me, Brad, and Aveena’s changelings backed up as much as possible. My ego couldn’t help but notice that the two hotties with bodies were fighting over little, old me. My ego gained a healthy boost from that, and a fantasy played out in my mind. The two warrior women clashed in a blur of blades. Sparks and flashes of light erupted with each clash or strike. Eventually, they crossed blades, their faces inches from each other. Lilith’s tongue darted out to part the Fae’s lips. Her power surged through the Fae, buckling her knees. Both women dropped their weapons and embraced, ripping off each other’s clothing. Before anyone could react, they were scissoring on the ground like their lives depended on it.
It was one hell of a fantasy, but like most things in my hormone-addled brain, it was bullshit. Their fight could easily destroy the bleachers and bury us mere mortals under tons of steel. All the administration would be able to do was give them a slap on the wrist and make their families pay off the families of the dead. The truth was far from the lesbian bangfest in my mind.
“What the hell is going on here!” another familiar voice yelled.
I was never happier to see Mr. Miller in my life.
Aveena held her glamour weapons for a heartbeat before they vanished. Likewise, Lilith’s flaming accessories disintegrated in a shower of embers. “Nothing, Mr. Miller,” the succubus turned her hundred-watt smile on the history teacher, and he tripped over some gravel.
“What . . . um . . .” he shook his head like he was trying to remember where he was. Then his eyes focused on me. “Dupree!” he snapped. “You’re late for detention. Get your ass to my classroom, now!”
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” I practically ran for the cover of the faculty member.
Aveena’s murderous gaze followed me, promising that her retribution was only paused. Lilith’s eyes followed me and they were filled with . . . “affection?" I was sure I had that wrong, but there wasn’t any time to ask. I allowed the teacher to push me forward and away from the supernaturals.
We walked halfway back to his classroom before he broke the silence. “I don’t know what you did, Mr. Dupree, but Aveena’s mother is the Lady of Winter, one of The Nine, a member of the Fae High Court. All courts answer to her, no matter their affiliation. There is no worse person on this campus to make an enemy of.” He surprised me by smiling down at me, but it was a cruel smile. “I might not even have to catch you breaking the rules to get you out of my hair. The Fae will just make you disappear one night.”
He left me to consider my situation. “Maybe Jerome was right. I might be the luckiest and unluckiest man alive.”
Chapter 7
I collapsed into one of the hard, wooden seats at the front of Miller’s classroom. It had been a long twenty-four hours, and I was spent. Nearly being in the middle of a succubus brawl with a noble Fae was the hair that broke the camel’s back. Unfortunately, Miller wasn’t willing to just let me sit there for the next hour and a half.
“Whatever you might think of me, I am first and foremost an educator,” the academic steepled his hands on his desk and smiled at me. “So, I will explain just how big a pile of shit you just stepped in.”
“Just kill me now,” I rolled my eyes and settled in.
“The Nine are the highest order of Fae. Together they form the core of that race’s executive and judicial body. They are led by the Eternal Queen Maeve, Mistress of Light and Darkness.”
“And apparently they like their titles,” I shook my head.
Miller continued, whether he noticed my disdain or not. “There are eight other positions, half filled by Seelie, and half Unseelie. Think the Supreme Court with four liberals and four conservatives. They bicker, squabble, engage in covert warfare, and generally use the Faerie realm as their own personal battleground. The Nine are closer to what we consider gods than supernatural creatures.”
“Ominous much,” I might have stiffed Aveena, through no fault of my own, but that had nothing to do with these people.
“Aveena’s mother is the Lady of Winter, and along with the Lady of Hags, Master of Hounds, and the Green Maiden, they form the Unseelie block. Unseelie are rebellious by nature, aggressive when confronted, and rely on individual strength and power as status symbols. All Fae have a flair for the dramatic. It’s in their blood. So, consider Aveena a rebellious drama queen who sees any affront to her honor, or challenge to her strength, as a direct threat to the core of her personality.”
“Oh,” I gulped. That sounded exactly like what Lilith and I had just done.
“Thankfully, Unseelie normally try to handle things themselves instead of getting their court involved. Seelie are more willing to work together to accomplish their mission. They are led by the Lady of Autumn, Lady of the Lake, Master of the Hunt, and the Satyr Prince.”
“How do you know all this?” I finally got in a word.
“I teach a class on Fae Culture and Politics at the community college,” Miller waved as if that was inconsequential. “What is important, Mr. Dupree, is that you better hope Lady Foxbelle keeps this as a matter between you and her. If she calls on the Lady of Winter, this becomes an inter-realm incident.”
“An inter-realm incident,” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “All over me not getting her . . . something,” I caught myself before confessing to a Class A misdemeanor.
“Fae aren’t logical when it comes to honor and pride. If the Lady of Winter calls on the human ambassador to demand your head, the UN will give it to her.”
“You’re shitting me?” I called his bluff, and all he did was laugh.
“We don’t have a good read on the Faerie Realm, but we estimate they have a population of anywhere from one point four to one point seven billion Fae. There are also tens of thousands of changelings in our realm, and if it came to hostilities, we don’t know what side the half-Fae would choose. They are considered barely above pets among the Fae, but I wouldn’t put it past them to want to pick the winning side. Better the bottom of the totem pole than six feet under. An untrained changeling is a match for a fully armed infantry squad. Think about what an army of full-Fae could do to our world.”
I didn’t like the visual he was painting. Or the insinuation that this was my fault.
“Our own mages and paranormal creatures help level the playing field, but it would be a bloodbath, and billions would die. If Cameron Dupree can stop a slaughter by losing his head, then the UN will gladly pay the price,” Miller finished.
“So, I need to make up for this . . . and then some,” I concluded.
“Yeah,” Miller laughed and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t think it will come to that. Lady Foxbelle has enough connections and Fae sworn to her that she’ll just have you assassinated.” The statement made my gut drop into my feet.
“Today turned out to be a good day,” the teacher started to whistle and flip through a book he pulled from a drawer.
Left to my own thoughts, I started to spiral. “Why can’t I catch a break?”
Apparently, the break was waiting for me in the hallway outside Miller’s classroom. I wasn’t even out the door before I popped a half-chub. It took a few seconds before I saw her leaning against the wall. I gulped and took a half-step back. I looked over my shoulder for help, but Miller was gone.
“Coward,” I thought as I tried to backpedal into the classroom as Lilith advanced on me.
If I were her, I’d be pissed. If anyone left me unconscious, under my bed, with a mouth full of cum, I know I’d be ready to kick their ass. I was convinced the only reason she’d stepped between me and Aveena was because she wanted first crack at me. A classic ‘no one hurts you but me’ scenario. Her face was unreadable as she descended on me.
“Lilith, I . . .” my mind whirled with how to defend myself as her hand wrapped around my shirt’s collar in an unbreakable vice.
I let out a very unmanly squeak as she spun around and half-dragged me down the hall. “I’m so sorry, Lilith. I don’t know what happened. I swear I didn’t do anything. You know I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. I’ll do whatever you want. If you need tests, quizzes, midterms . . . I’m your man,” I begged, as she opened a door and tossed me inside.
I hit a stack of buckets that went flying, and the pungent sting of chemicals reached my nostrils. From the depths of my memory, I recalled people sometimes used lye to decompose bodies. “Please, just don’t hurt me.” I didn’t want to die in the janitor’s closet.
“Shut up,” she shoved me back against the wall. “I need to check something.”
Apparently, that something was in my pants. With a yank that nearly pitched me face-first into the floor, she ripped my pants down.
“Wait . . . what?” I was still trying to wrap my mind around what was happening when she took my full length in her mouth. My next question morphed into a groan of pleasure. She did something with her tongue, and my legs turned to Jell-O. I started to fall, but her hand shot up from where she’d been massaging my balls and pinned me to the wall. With a single arm, she easily supported my weight.
It took me about three seconds to realize that she’d been fucking with me the last time around. The previous night’s fellatio had been the succubus equivalent of playing with her food. She’d toyed with me like a cat before it ate the canary.
Now, she ate like a fatty, and my dick was an all-you-can-eat buffet. One . . . two . . . three times my dick hammered the back of her throat, while her tongue swirled around. At one point, I could swear it wrapped completely around my cock like a corkscrew and jerked me off all by itself. I couldn’t be sure. I was having an out-of-body experience and couldn’t tell what was real and what was a pleasure-induced hallucination. At one point, I swear some old dude was watching us from the corner, but I blinked and the perv was gone.
It all lasted about ten seconds, because when a succubus really goes at you, you don’t stand a chance. I felt my balls tighten, and I just let go. The first stream of spunk was always the most powerful, and I rocket-launched it right down her throat. She gobbled it up greedily. Then, to my surprise, and with a force of will I couldn’t understand, she pulled out. With a pop, my dick emerged from her mouth, and a beaker appeared out of nowhere. It looked like she’d stolen it from one of the chemistry labs in the building. Wherever she got it was irrelevant. What mattered was that she got it into position and caught every last bit of seed I produced.
“Ugh,” I grunted as I thrust my hips forward and the last bit seeped out of me. She removed the beaker, sealed it with a lid, and proceeded to hungrily clean up my cock with her tongue. On my super-sensitive tip, it was heaven.
My chest heaved, and I shook my head to clear the sex-induced state of shock she’d put me in. “What . . .?” I started, but she wasn’t paying attention to me. She’d placed the beaker on one of the supply shelves and was waiting in the middle of the room like she was expecting me to fight her.
She looked like she was controlling her breathing and bracing for . . . something, but it sure as shit wasn’t going to be me throwing punches. “Lilith,” I waved one hand in her direction as the other tried to secure my pants. “What the fuck is . . .?”
She cut me off with a moan. It was the type of moan that had every guy in a square-mile radius suddenly hard and not knowing why. My depleted cock sure as shit shot back up, and was ready for more. She finally made eye contact with me, and it looked like twin infernos of lust were ready to shoot out of her eyes and roast me on the spot. She started to shake like she was having another seizure and collapsed sideways into the wall. Instead of bouncing off it and landing unconscious on the floor, like last time, she was able to steady herself. It was clear her legs weren’t working at the moment, and from the expression on her face, it looked like she was higher than a kite in a thunderstorm. A goofy grin split her lips as her legs gave up and she plopped down on her ass. Her hand disappeared up her skirt.
“Ahhhh yes,” she groaned, and I almost blew another load right then and there.
“Not poison cum . . . super cum!” I concluded as I watched one of the most powerful creatures in the school defenseless on the ground before me. In my estimation, what my nuts produced had just become one of the most prized substances on earth.
Even in my post-blowjob euphoria, I could see this was a double-edged sword. If my jizz was like crack cocaine to succubae, then my sex life would be nothing but fantastic. Every succubus would be lining up to get a piece of me. However, just like crack cocaine, there was a downside to something so potent and addictive. I’d be nothing but a commodity, milked like a cow day in and day out. Sure, it would be unbelievably sexy creatures that would be milking me, but that would be my life.
There was little doubt in my mind that a human like me could ever stand up to a bunch of supernaturals that wanted my nut butter. If they wanted it, they’d take it. If I ever wanted to be anything more than a tool, I couldn’t let that beaker get wherever Lilith wanted it to go.
I hurriedly pulled my pants up and grabbed for the beaker. Lilith was still a few knuckles deep in herself and barely able to move, as I sprinted out the door. I looked fucking ridiculous with my pants in one hand and a jar of my jizz in the other. Thank god Miller had run off at the first sign of trouble, or I’d have a real hard time explaining this.
