Chapter 8

Saturday April 29

“So, magic - serious fucking magic - is real, people wanted mousy little Laurel dead, and they used you as bait,” I prompted. Imogen and I had just sat at a picnic table with our coffee.

“Yeah!” Imogen said, somehow saying it with her whole body instead of just her mouth. “Have you ever been tied up with a gun pointed to your head? Like, serious killer shit? I don’t recommend it!” She took a sip. “The lady with the gun told me, ‘You should have chosen your friends more carefully.’ I’ve thought about that accusation so much since then.”

“So how did it play out?”

“Laurel showed up and mind-fucked them. She was afraid, but give the girl credit - she stepped up. She was on top of it. Then after she untied me she started making all sorts of preparations. I think she knew everything that was going to happen.” She paused and gave me a penetrating look. “You know she can see the future, right?”

“Yeah - with sperm somehow,” I acknowledged.

“I was going to call the cops,” she went on. “I mean, that’s the obvious thing to do, right? But Laurel was like, no, I have to do this myself. Then when I didn’t put the phone down, she mind-fucked me.” Her face became chillingly serious. “She thinks there are no side effects, but it’s still there...” She pointed her finger at her head and moved it in circles.

“When I regained control of my mind, she had them tied up, guarded by a monster that looked something like a dog, and she was preparing gardening supplies. The woman kept begging me for mercy, saying that Laurel was going to feed them to the mushrooms. As far as I know, that’s what happened. They were still alive when I left.”

“You think she made the wrong decision, I take it?” I asked.

Her body deflated. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think they would have given up. But were they untouchable by the regular human justice system? I just don’t know. But it wasn’t just that. She also casually summoned a demon sex slave for her brother. She twisted guys’ minds with her beauty and used them for sex and affection like a drug, oblivious to the damage she was doing to their lives. On some level, if that’s the way you live, aren’t you bringing it all on yourself?”

“You said she turned herself into a man for you...,” I prompted.

“That part’s private,” she answered.

She didn’t know the address of the house, but she gave me a description of the neighborhood and a few landmarks to work with. I’ll drive back to Albuquerque tomorrow to see if I can find it.

I probably should have driven straight to Albuquerque, but I texted Hunter instead.

Lexi Green: This is Lexi from a week ago. I’m in town and I need a distraction. You down?

Hunter R.: Yeah, I guess.

He handed me a beer at the door, and he pawed at my breasts on the couch while I drank half of it. He was pretty eager though - I had to put it down when he straddled my legs and grabbed my pigtails. He casually threw my glasses aside - again - and towered above me, kissing me hard. I dug my hands under his shirt, touching his sides. I thought about undoing his pants and grabbing his cock, but I decided to wait - let the anticipation build up for a little while.

He stopped kissing me to take off his shirt. He was hungry for me - I could see it in his eyes.

“So ... you don’t know any magic, right?” I asked.

That ruined the mood. “Fuck you! Just fuck you.” He got off of me and sat on the couch. As if to fill the silence, he grabbed my beer from the end table and finished it.

“I wasn’t trying to offend you,” I tried to explain. “I’m just confused about all this.” He looked at me like I was lying. “A week ago I didn’t know that magic existed at all, and now I’m in over my head. I used to kinda have life figured out, you know? But now I know nothing, and it scares the fuck out of me.”

We watched each other’s faces for a while. Beneath the scorn, there was pain. I added, “That’s not how it was for you, huh? You grew up around this stuff?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, for me it was like being the janitor at the Jedi Academy.”

I nodded. He went to the kitchen and got us some new beers.

“There was this guy - a sex demon. I didn’t know what he was at the time,” I said. “Now I’m worried that I won’t be able to enjoy regular human sex again.”

His scowl mostly disappeared. “You will. Not as much - ever - but you will.”

I shifted on the couch, turning my body toward him and resting my hand on his arm. “Tell me something you’ve always wanted to do with a girl but were afraid to ask,” I suggested.

“What, really?” He asked, as if wary of a trap.

I nodded. “I mean, I’ll at least keep an open mind.”

“Well ... this one girl, Maddie did something. I thought I would hate it but it was amazing. But I don’t know if that’s because she was a succubus.”

“What was it?”

He looked embarrassed. “Rimjob.”

I’m sure he saw the distaste on my face. Any other time, that would have been an automatic “hell no”. But I had asked him to open up and share his secrets, and I had promised to keep an open mind. It took me a while to get there. “Let’s, um, hit the shower,” I suggested.

I didn’t give any thought to undressing together in the bathroom until I noticed him staring at the bruises on my neck. “You lose a fight?” He asked.

“You should see the other guy.” I completely failed to sound aloof, but he let it go.

The shower was cramped, but we had fun with all the touching and kissing. And believe me, I made damned sure that he was clean. Once we dried off, we got to it - me on the floor and him on the edge of the bed. So yeah, I licked his asshole. The only tastes and smells were soap, but if I thought about what I was doing too much I had to fight to keep from throwing up.

But he was super into it. He was squirming and moaning non-stop. At first, I was just using my tongue - just licking his ass. After a while, I grabbed his dick, too: just a firm hold with my left hand. He didn’t say anything, but it was obvious he liked it. Before long he was making little hip thrusts, so I began moving my hand up and down. I drove him nuts. If he’d been a girl I would have sworn he was already coming.

With the thumb of my free hand, I pressed in on his perineum, searching for the sensitive spot. When I found it he started leaking pre-come all over my hand. It was so slippery I had trouble keeping a good grip, so I loosened up my hand and let it glide up and down over his crown. That made him crazier: he started breathing like he was having a heart attack, and before I could stop he shot ribbons of come high into the air that landed all over both of us.

Under other circumstances, I would have gone straight for a cuddle, but in this case, I asked if he had a spare toothbrush I could use first. He did. He had cleaned up most of the jizz by the time I got back and I joined him sitting on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t read the expression on his face.