The Penance, page 22
“To secure you.”
Mason stepped outside. “She really will be okay.” He held up his hands. “I know, I know, demons and all that, but I’m human despite the king in me. I’ve called one of the bloodlines, and she’ll get right back to me so we can help Jessica. Demons don’t like you, so...please, let me be a good human and help Jessica without upending my own household.”
The light being turned down the wattage, and the incubus growled, using Mason’s vocal cords. He cleared his throat. “That’s not nice,” he whispered, then grunted. Damn. He’d end up sounding like he was talking to himself like Jessica if the incubus took over anymore. “I’m going to go make her a burger and fries and...get her off drugs.” Mason went back inside and closed the door. “So, it’ll wait outside?”
Willow shrugged.
“I know them.”
Mason looked around for Jessica, and Willow pointed. Around the staircase, Jessica stared at a painting of Mason and Willow looking the happily married power couple. Maybe seeing two faces at the same time didn’t make it easy to recognize people fully?
“Helena, dear?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Would you make two burgers and some fries?”
“Yes, Master.” She skipped off in her hunting clothes. They looked kinda like Jessica’s.
Mason went to Jessica, who’d moved onto staring at a vase full of flowers. “Jessica, would you mind talking to my wife? She knows a thing or two about medicine and stuff.” He certainly wasn’t telling her that Willow was a doctor if she remembered the conversation later and was able to pinpoint who she knew.
“I don’t like medicine.”
“Do you take medicine?” Willow asked.
“Yes. That’s why I don’t like it. And it doesn’t work.” Jessica still stared at the flowers, sometimes leaning in to smell them.
“Why don’t they work?” Willow continued.
“Because they said I’d stop seeing people with two faces.” She looked at Willow. “But you do, too.” She cocked her head. “You’re almost pretty. Does that mean you help the good guys, too?”
“Let’s go with that.”
Mason had trouble hiding a grin at his wife, trying to look patient.
“Jessica, do you want to come sit in the lounge?” Mason asked. “Have a drink?”
“No, no, no alcohol with these pills.” She ducked her head. “Then the walls talk,” she whispered.
“Juice, soda, coffee?” Mason gently put his arms around her shoulder and slowly guided her to the lounge. She followed and let Mason sit her on a couch. Mason sat on an armchair, watching her swimming gaze take in the room.
“You look rich.”
“We do alright.”
Willow stood behind Jessica, snuck her little handbag off the couch, and looked into it. She pulled out a blister pack and studied it. She sighed, shaking her head, put it back, and went through more contents.
Mason looked at the time. Five AM. “Are you tired, Jessica?”
“Yes. I have to...” She looked at him as if just remembering something. “I’ve never given head in a Rolls. Have you gotten head in a Rolls?”
Mason smiled. “A few times.” Man, this was going to be a challenge. “You can sleep here tonight.”
Jessica turned to look at Willow, who quickly lowered the purse to be hidden behind the backrest. “I like pretty women.”
A genuine smile spread on Willow’s face. “So do I, my dear.”
Mason blinked. “Okay, uhm...I was thinking more like...” He wasn’t getting attention because Jessica and Willow were still staring at each other. “Jessica?”
“Hmm?” She looked at him.
“We have a guest room for you.”
Helena entered with a tray, getting Jessica’s attention. Willow turned her head theatrically to look at Mason. She looked kinda hopeful for something. Helena rounded the couch and served both Mason and Jessica a burger and placed a basket of fries between them.
Mason looked down himself. “I’ll just wash my hands.” He stood and put some demonic speed into it as he went to the bathroom in his room.
Ass mutt woke from it and crawled to him. “Welcome home, Master.”
“Thank you, ass mutt. Would you find me a set of clothes? Just dog walking clothes or something.”
“Yes, Master.” Ass mutt left the bedroom again, and Mason noticed he had a purple plug in his ass. He’d shoved a green one in there. That was for later.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Mason saw that his attempt at removing the prosthetics hadn’t gone as well as planned, so he scrubbed at that, yet he wouldn’t waste time on fully removing it.
He gave it the time it took ass mutt to return with clothes, changed, and kissed the boy’s head. “I got a few things to take care of first.”
“May ass mutt come?”
“No, sorry. I have a guest. She’s a bit unstable right now because we’re trying to save her. I hope she can see you tomorrow. I’ll be up soon.”
“Yes, Master.”
Mason managed to finish changing clothes. “Who do you see?”
Ass mutt smiled. “Master Mason.”
Yet the boy was smiling. “Why’s your plug purple.”
“Ass mutt lost the other one and made a mess.” He cringed. “I cleaned it up, and then I couldn’t get the green one in, but I managed the purple.”
“I look forward to training your hole again.” Fear rose slowly. “But I have business to attend to first.”
“Ass mutt will come up with painful fun for Master Mason.”
“Looking forward to it.” Mason winked. “Now pop back to bed, mutt.”
“Yes, Master Mason.” Ass mutt crawled to bed, and Mason hurried back to the lounge to eat his burger and learn more about Jessica.
She was arguing with Willow that she needed her pills with food, yet arguing with Willow was like making a mountain move.
“Jessica...” Mason sat again and picked up his cutlery. “Those pills don’t work. They don’t help you because the ones giving you the pills don’t believe you. They’re giving the wrong pills. That’s why I took you here.”
She stared at Mason. “I know you.”
“Do you?” Mason went for casual as he cut into his burger, then pointed to hers to remind her she had one, too.
“You’re in the magazines.”
“I am. A philanthropist. That means I take care of others. And tonight, I take care of you. So does my wife, which is why she took the pills.” Mason looked at Willow. “How long until she’s no longer under their influence?”
“I managed to get some answers. The problem is that these are a bit controversial and very potent. Give them to a normal brain, and you get a chemically induced psychosis. Mix that with street drugs, and you get a rambling vegetable.” Willow pointed to where Jessica now focused fully on trying to direct a forkful of food into her open mouth, having trouble coordinating. “It’ll take at least a week to wean her brain, but she’s going to be very sick, physically, from withdrawals.”
Mason groaned and covered his face. “Can we help her, or do we need a specialist?”
“We need a specialist.”
“Dammit.” Mason sat back. “I don’t trust any human with it.”
“Me neither, so...there’s one alternative.”
“Which is?”
“The king catches and claims a slither demon to possess that specialist and get the knowledge, then slither on out of there again.”
Mason gaped. “It doesn’t harm the human?”
“It’s very uncomfortable, and he’ll never be the same, but he might actually start focusing on better drugs for people who see two faces if he remembers something. Either that or he’ll self-medicate with this because he thinks he just had a psychosis.”
“Okay, so I need a slither demon under me. We had Charles.”
“My dad’s name was Charles,” Jessica mumbled, then dropped some food. “Oops.” Leaning over to get it, she slid off the couch.
Her reduced state from being unique pissed Mason off, and he saw the medical establishment’s treatment as a violation to her freedom and right to be unique.
“I want a slither demon.” The incubus rose in him. Of course it did. This was the instinctual power to be claimed, and he was now closer to the surface and had enough bonding abilities with the host body to hear, too. “Where do I catch one?”
Gary stepped out of shadow, which Jessica didn’t see because she was fumbling to get back up from the floor. “On your mandate, Master, we can take one.”
“Add in a few days to subdue it to your power,” Willow said.
Mason nodded. “You have mandate.”
“Yes, Master,” Gary said.
“How did the hunt go after I needed to leave?”
“The buffet is full. We’re just scouting fun for the pantry.”
“Good. Then prioritize a slither demon now.”
“Yes, Master.” Gary dissolved into shadow.
Jessica managed to sit up again, then dropped what was in her hand.
“Just leave it, Jessica. I’ll tend to it,” Mason said. “I’ll get you help.”
She looked at him, squinting to focus. “Hey, I know you.”
Mason tried for a smile, but this broke his heart.
His phone rang, so he hurriedly got it out of his pocket, hoping it was Ester. It was, so he picked up. “Good morning!”
“My, my, don’t you sound well-rested.”
“Haven’t slept yet.”
“That important? Demon business?”
“Bloodline business. I have a young woman sitting here stuffed full of anti-psychotics and talking about people with two faces and walls that talk. She can see Kendrick. And a light being was with her.”
Silence. Mason had come to dread those moments from her.
“Have you ever had your pussy licked in a Rolls?” Jessica asked Willow.
Willow grinned and caressed Jessica’s cheek. “Oh, honey, you do know how to sweet talk a woman, huh?”
“Burger first, please,” Mason said, but he did see an opening for Willow to learn the important lessons of consensual energy before she rose to meta state.
“You found a bloodline and a light being?”
“Yes, and the light being seemed to be okay with me stalking up there and claiming I wanted to help her. Do they talk? Together, I mean?”
“Where’s the light being now?”
“Patiently waiting outside because the king in me and my wife are not happy with him inside.”
“I see. I—I don’t know how to help you.”
“Help her, then.”
Ester chuckled. “How?”
“I dunno. She needs to learn, right? Can you be her mentor?”
“Oh, bless your good heart, Kendrick. With a grandchild and a senior check, that’s not exactly in the cards.”
“I’ll help.”
Ester chuckled some more, then sobered up and left another moment of silence. “How bad is it?”
“Very. I plucked her from the red-light district when hunting sexual predators.”
“Oh, no...”
“Willow’s devising a plan to get her off the anti-psychotics. That’ll take a while. Do I just tell her demons are real?” He whispered that last part while watching Willow cut the burger and feed the young woman. She looked so curious, all of a sudden. Something about Jessica had caught Willow’s fascination.
“You’d have to be clever about it, and you are, so...” Ester sighed. “I’ll help you as best I can.”
“Would you and Cecil come visit once we’ve got her weaned? Help then? Here?”
“We’d love to. Would the king allow my light being in your home?”
Mason felt the king stir, and the grunting made it through his physical form. “I think that means...undetermined.” And how to balance ass mutt around Cecil? Plug and harness under the clothes? Sitting on the floor? On a striped ass? That could work.
“We will come and visit so I can help her, but I don’t know how to help with the drugs.”
“So, once she’s clean, I’ll have the plane pick you up?”
“Yes.”
Mason smiled, already looking forward to seeing Cecil again. “Thank you.”
“And please, keep me updated. Can you send me a picture of her?”
“Sure. I’ll sleep a bit, and we’ll work out a plan to help her. I’ll send you that.”
“From a new email address,” Willow said.
“Yes, dear.” That was her department.
“Thank you, Kendrick.”
Mason smiled. “Thank you for calling so quickly, Ester. And hug Cecil from me.”
Ester chuckled. “I will.” She hung up.
Mason put the phone down and continued with his burger. Jessica was almost done, but Willow was still hand-feeding her. Fries now. How interesting.
Chapter Fifteen
Mason woke up to ass mutt shivering under him and reared back, taking in his surroundings. The incubus had taken over body control while Mason slept and situated them kneeling between ass mutt’s legs. He’d pulled out the plug, and three dildos stuck out of ass mutt’s hole.
Shit!
Ass mutt was in pain but not terribly so. Enough for the incubus to purr at delicious energy rising. He was very hungry, though, and the sight of the dildos made Mason lick his lips and want to shove more in there. See the hole expand and look beautifully red.
“Master?”
“Good morning, mutt. I don’t remember this.”
“It was only Master Mason awake.”
“Has that happened before?”
Ass mutt shook his head. “No, Master.”
“How much did he hurt you so far?”
“Only feeding pain, Master.”
“Like what?”
Ass mutt writhed a bit and smiled. “I kinda like this.” But there was fear of what lay ahead. “He dipped a dildo in ginger and fucked ass mutt’s sloppy hole with it first.”
Images from feeding filtered through. Apparently, the king’s plans for ass mutt’s hole for breakfast.
“Well, we do need to get that green plug in again.”
More images. A hollow plug with a soft lining inside to fuck ass mutt’s dilated hole and be able to deposit. Mason grinned. “And we’ll be testing a new line of toys, it seems.” Looking around, Mason found a line of dildos and the bigger plugs waiting. And a glass of freshly pressed ginger juice.
“Master Mason called ass mutt’s hole the perfect appetizer. He wants fun pain on...ass mutt doesn’t know what mutt.”
An image of the bible-thumping one stood clear. “Aw, he’s the centerpiece for the buffet. Can’t really use him now.”
Another image, but this time of the one who’d slapped a hooker around in a motel room and tied her to a bed. “Yup, he’ll do.” An image of Gary writhing on the floor with a tube in his ass slithered through. “That’ll definitely do!”
The king purred, and Mason felt him withdraw to passively wait for energy and entertainment. Mason leaned over ass mutt, grinning. “Let’s get that big plug in. Later, Seth gets to play with ass mutt’s big hole to make new toys for it.”
Ass mutt grinned. “Yes, Master.”
“But first, we need to test out a theory.” Mason felt for Sam, finding him awake. “Sam?” Mason picked another dildo and smeared it in the saliva on his body.
“Master called?”
“Do we have any tiger balm?”
“Yes, Master.” Sam left.
Mason grabbed the dildos in ass mutt’s hole and slowly worked them in and out, getting a pleased groan from his mutt. Waking up to this had frightened him, yet he was happy the incubus hadn’t set in on full-on feeding from his lover and done something worse. He didn’t like the idea that the incubus could take over while he slept. He even knew that that fear fed the king, so he quickly worked on accepting that fact as a new status quo between them and moved on.
Sam returned just as Mason began working in the fifth slim dildo to stretch the muscle, and ass mutt groaned some more, holding his legs back.
The incubus felt increasingly impatiently hungry, so Mason had to plug up the mutt soon and move feeding into the basement.
“Sam, we have a guest here who’s locked in a guestroom. She can see you through your host.”
“We have been informed.”
“Good.”
“Mistress Willow has instructed that only she and Master are allowed around your guest for now.”
Having watched Willow try to tend to Jessica by feeding her a burger and fries left Mason feeling confident she wouldn’t attempt feeding on her. Also, it would jeopardize their current good standing with the light being waiting outside.
Ass mutt’s moans changed, and energy completely flattened out, meaning his muscle had adapted to the girth, and the incubus’ focus was off him as breakfast.
“And now to test my theory.” Mason pulled out the handful of dildos, making ass mutt jerk at the sudden emptiness. “Don’t come.”
Ass mutt heaved for breath. “Yes, Master.”
Mason held out his hand for the tiger balm and applied only a little. He then smeared the drop on a small spot of the gaping hole. Ass mutt squirmed and grunted, and the hole closed up in spasms. Mason applied saliva to the spot to see if it lowered the burn like it did with ginger. “Tell me if this stops it.”
“It doesn’t, Master. Not a lot. Fuck.” Ass mutt kept writhing.
“Perfect.” Mason handed the balm back and grabbed the green plug. He added lots of saliva and set about pushing it into ass mutt. “Relax for me. Suffer it.”
“Yes, Master.” Ass mutt kept breathing hard as he struggled to lie still and relax his hole. The green plug finally slipped in, and Mason grabbed ass mutt’s balls hard enough to kill pleasure to prevent the mutt from coming. It worked, yet the crying out increased the incubus’ hunger.
“Get my new mutts out. Port’ll have a shower with me.”
“Yes, Master.” Sam left, while Mason stroked ass mutt’s body, letting the mutt calm down.
“Still burning?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell me when it stops. Might be a while, but I need to know.”
“Yes, Master.”
