Chapter 15: It’s Not All Hot Air

Thursday, July 27th, 2006, Boston Massachusetts

Violet and I were sitting in the back row of my mini-van next to Maria. I was doing my best to explain everything that had led up to our fateful meeting—starting with when I’d found the ring of the Twin Serpents. I was getting a little frustrated because she didn’t want to believe anything that had to do with magic. In her mind, there had to be a reasonable, rational, scientific explanation for everything. Malachar had been snickering in my head for the last twenty minutes over the irony that she was using magic to confirm that I wasn’t lying yet still steadfastly refused to believe in it. I was also pretty fucking high, I had popped twice as many codeine’s as I was supposed to, but I didn’t care. I knew I wouldn’t o.d., and my pain levels had been almost excruciating even with Malachar’s help.

In front of us, Billy was taking a nap in his car seat—on either side of my little man was Stacy, who was in Heather’s lap, and Angie, who was in Abby’s. Sheila was in the co-captains chair next to Kelly, who was driving us to get a new vehicle. Thank God, this one was getting way too cramped.

I was staring into Violet’s gorgeous eyes again—at her insistence—I was letting her scrutinize every answer or fact that I told her. She was seriously doubting everything that I was saying, but her ‘gut’ was telling her that I was truthful, so she wasn’t calling me a liar per se, but it almost felt that way.

I was dreading the part where I got to tell her about my buddy being turned into a werewolf so that he could hunt me down and kill me. I sighed. Life certainly never gets any easier, especially seeing as how I had a major hardon from watching her tits bouncing around for the past half-hour. Her very tight and two sizes too small tank-top showed a lot of rounded boob flesh, and I was almost starting to drool.

What made it worse was that—one, I couldn’t actually DO anything about it until I had some privacy with one of my other girls, and—two, she KNEW and was smiling at me in a teasingly sultry way! Not for the first time did I curse the city of Boston for having shitty roads, but I would never have thought that I’d be cursing them over making titties bounce! God, how I wanted to cum. I knew that Maria would love to help me out, and I could certainly use the energy, but I wasn’t anywhere near a point where I could just whip my cock out in front of Violet without her slugging me. She did that once already, it hurt, and I didn’t need a repeat.

<It’s fucking ironic that I can command almost everyone on this planet to do what I want, plus I have six women right here who love me to death, and I still might get blue balls!>

Oh, stop your griping! You’ve done a fantastic thing, and your girls have all welcomed her with open arms; I told you how happily overwhelmed she felt at that. She’s content to stay with us right now, even if she’s not a believer yet—don’t fuck it up! Besides, I’m sure that you’ll be able to disappear with one of your lovelies for a few minutes at the limousine place, you big fucking baby. I know that I’ve continuously harped on you to do your best to stay charged, but in these specific circumstances, you can wait for a half-hour, plus you just fucked Maria. You definitely need some sleep, my grumpy friend.

<Yeah, I do that. Two hours, Malachar, two lousy fucking hours is all I got last night, and I’m fucking sore as hell right now! I feel like I’ve been run over by a steam roller! Well, I was feeling sore ... feeling kinda floaty right now—to be honest. Goddamn how I wish we were just on the bloody road already, though. I’m seriously looking forward to getting the hell out of Boston!> I grumped.

“So, you mean to tell me that all of this shit started simply because you put on a ring?” Violet asked me, incredulously, for the sixth or seventh time.

“Yeah, exactly, and like I said—now I’ve got a six-thousand-year-old wizard living in my head, and sometimes he can be a real asshole...” I paused as I got cut off.

Six-thousand-one-hundred and twenty-seven to be precise, Cocksucker.

I couldn’t help but silently laugh to myself. We’ve gotten to the point where our name-calling was actually affectionate, even if partly true.

“Excuse me, six-thousand-one-hundred and twenty-seven—I’ve just been corrected,” I said with a smile.

“Jake-e-poo? Just to let you know, we’re almost at the limo place that Sheila found,” Kelly yelled from the driver’s seat. I’d asked her to let me know when we were a few minutes out.

“Thanks, Babe!” I yelled back as I glanced out the tinted side-window and saw that we’d already turned off the highway.

We were now driving on Tomahawk drive, which was about five minutes away from Logan Airport. A pretty good limo location really, they had quick access to downtown and could easily pick up clients when they flew in.

“Sorry, where were we,” I asked as I turned to smile at Violet again.

“Well, you told me that the ring uses Eraxis or Eruxis? Right? Some supposedly magical force that allows you to take over someone’s mind?”

“Eruxas and Eruxis, but yeah,” I muttered, “and not take over completely, but I can make them do specific things.”

“And you say that it takes the sexual energy that you get from having orgasms to recharge it?” she asked disbelievingly again.

Sigh. I felt like I was going around in circles. I opened my mouth to retort snippily but was pre-empted by my adorable Peanut.

“It does! It really does! I’ve seen his ring when it’s empty—because when he uses his magic, it untangles itself, but when he charges it back up again by fucking us—the snake’s coils get all tight again!” Heather piped up exuberantly, her wide sea-blue eyes peering at us from over the seat. “His magic eats our cums! Isn’t that neat?!” she exclaimed as if that was the most wondrous thing in the world, sending both her and Stacy into a fit of girlish giggles.

“I hope it eats mine soon too!” Stacy chirped in our direction between her titters.

“Hey! That’s a great point, Peanut!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Look here,” I said as I shoved my ring underneath Violet’s cute little button nose, “see how it’s only coiled about a fifth of the way? Remember that because as soon as I get a chance, I’m going to recharge it somewhat—it’s too dangerous to be running around so low. Anyway, I’ll show you the coils right after, and you’ll see for yourself that they’ll have moved! We all know that metal doesn’t just move itself like that, so there will be proof!”

Violet looked at me skeptically, “Okaaaaay, I’ll believe THAT when I see it!” she snorted, but she did grab my hand, touching and studying my ring up close for a few minutes.

“Jeez Louise, woman! You saw what I did with that old couple and the doodles!” I exclaimed, growling in frustration.

“Yeah, but I’ve been thinking about that,” she replied as she stopped looking at my ring and stared earnestly into my eyes. “What if that was simply a form of hypnosis? That could explain it! That would also explain why I’m immune. Not everyone can be put under; I read that somewhere once, I’m pretty sure.”

I sighed and temporarily gave up as I just allowed myself to get lost in her smile for a few minutes. Other than her outright refusal to believe in magic—she likened it to a childhood belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny—she was delightful to talk to. Her laugh was infectious, her smile disarming, and her eyes mischievous and full of life. I owed Bill a debt of gratitude for dragging her to the gun shop earlier. Now, if I could only break through that thick skull of hers! Who said redheads weren’t stubborn!

“We’re here, Hunny-Bunny!” Sheila yelled.

“Okay, do me a favor and call Brock, see if he’s here yet,” I asked as I started to get excited.

If everything went well, we’d have a brand new Limo-bus that sat twenty-four and a driver who was a badass ex-marine. Hopefully, he could clue us in on where we could pick up another couple of guards, preferably three. On the way out of town tomorrow, I also planned to stop at the hospital. I wanted a trauma surgeon—hopefully, someone without a family if it could be helped. If I kept running into werewolves and Demons, and God knows what else, I’d almost certainly need one around. My brain was going a mile a minute, I kept thinking that I was forgetting something important, and I hated that feeling.

“Okay, I’ll see if your ring moves; I guess that would be pretty convincing that something beyond hypnosis was at play here anyway—it would also undoubtedly be bending the laws of physics!” Violet relented after thinking quietly to herself for a bit. “So tell me more,” she urged. “After you put the ring on, you were saying that you felt the need to go home for some reason?”

“He’s ten minutes out, my love!” Sheila informed me loudly as she twisted in her seat and blew me a kiss.

Over the next few minutes, I explained how I had felt compelled to get back home to Boston so that I could collect the women nearest and dearest to my heart. Thankfully, I was able to gloss over the fact that three of them were my sisters and mother. Violet frowned when I claimed that the ring had made me gather them up so that they could provide me with both the love and the sexual energy that I needed to help me survive. She accused me of just wanting a harem but reluctantly agreed that I wasn’t lying about it after she’d made me repeat it ad nauseam while staring into my peepers from about an inch away. I would’ve been pissed off if I hadn’t wanted to kiss her so much. My poor cock was throbbing the whole time, desperate for relief.

We finally moved past that part—Malachar explained that what she really just wanted to know why so many attractive and otherwise smart-sounding ladies would all attach themselves to the same guy. Apparently, that part puzzled her almost as much as how I had managed to do what I did in the gun shop. She admitted in her head that she found me attractive, funny, and fascinating but couldn’t see herself ever joining a polyamorous group like ours. When Malachar told me that, my heart sank a little, but as he pointed out, we had only just met. If I was going to make her mine, I’d have to do it the old-fashioned way and actually slowly woo her over time.

I successfully dragged the conversation along to the point where I had stolen the money from Joey Calabrese. At which point, I tapped Angelica on the shoulder, telling her to listen up as well; I figured that I could kill two birds with one stone and explain my actions against him. I walked both girls through my two encounters with Joey Sr. I was able to get Angie to readily agree that her father was a thief, among other things. After that, it wasn’t hard to get her to concede that I hadn’t exactly stolen from a saint. I explained how he’d told me to come to see him at their house and then had Tony knock me out from behind; she hadn’t known that part of it.

I convinced her that I was legitimately afraid for my life when I accidentally zapped him with too much juice and wiped his mind blank. I cunningly twisted my words to forbid her from mentioning any of the sexual activities that took place that day. I’d deal with the rapes and toy usage when I wiped those memories from her—hopefully giving us a clean slate. When I was done with that part of my story, I tweaked Angie’s thoughts so that she was not only understanding but forgiving as well. It was a start. Violet was skeptical that I could actually wipe someone like that, but she also had to concede that I was telling the truth as far as she could tell.

Sheila’s cell beeped.

“Brock’s here, Hunny! He just texted!” she told me excitedly, causing an avalanche of eager women to start piling out of the van.

Everyone was looking forward to seeing the Limo-bus and meeting our potential driver.

“I’ll tell you more after we get done here and are back on the road, little Wolf,” I grinned at Violet feeling a bit spaced. “Let’s get out, stretch our legs, and buy ourselves a limo!”

“Little Wolf? Why’d you call me that?”

“That’s what your last name means in ancient Irish, at least it does according to the voice in my head,” I said as I whistled and made the cuckoo swirl around my temple, which made her laugh and shake her head. “I just happen to love wolves, so I’m going to call you that if you don’t mind. Besides, I figure that’s way better than me calling you little Moon!” I quipped as I leered at her partially exposed ass as she slid off the seat and slipped out the side door.

“You’re silly,” she accused, shaking her head again while straightening out her mini-skirt. I noted that she had a pleased look upon her face.

God, I could stare at her all day.

Hmm, you have all of these pretty women, six of whom worship the ground you walk on, and yet this is the one that’s infatuating you? You are a strange young man, Jake.

I frowned. <What makes you think that? I mean, sure, she’s hot, but you’ve said that yourself. I’m hardly infatuated! Interested, yeah, of course! But I love my girls!>

Sure you’re not! And I know how much you love your harem, but that doesn’t change what I said. I can tell how you’re feeling, m’boy, even if you haven’t really said anything. Watch yourself, or you might fall hard, and it can be a long way down if you’re not careful, son. You can’t control her—remember that and keep your focus on the prize.

<I will, I promise. Hey, maybe that’s why I’m finding myself so drawn to her ... I can’t control her. I love my girls to death, I truly do—but I think that because I can make them do whatever I want ... Well, maybe this is feeling a bit refreshing to me, thrilling in a way.> I mentally shrugged, leaving it at that; I wasn’t too worried about it.

I got out and stretched. It felt good to be standing. I was still in pain, but because I was stoned, I just didn’t care. The mid-afternoon sun was beaming down on us; the heat hadn’t let up at all. In fact, if anything, it seemed worse. I looked around; we were parked in a large lot in front of a medium-sized warehouse that had four industrial-sized garage doors facing the street. There were six other vehicles parked around us; the majority of the place was empty. A blue sign hung above the main entrance, informing us that we’d found Louies Limos.

Everything around us was either made of steel, cement, glass, or asphalt, and other than some weeds sprouting from a few cracks, nothing green or growing was in sight.

“Oh, by the way, you forgot to buy gun-holsters, dumb-ass,” Abby snorted at me, “I loaded four of the Sig’s while you were lost in gaga chatty land with Violet. One’s in the glove, ones in the console under the radio, and there is one in each of the driver’s and passenger’s side door panels.”

Heather, Stacy, Sheila, and Violet all giggled at me when they overheard Abs.

“Oh, shit ... yeah. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” I shrugged sheepishly. “We’ll get some tomorrow on the way out of town.”

“Over there, JJ,” Heather said as she grabbed my hand and tugged me around to look the other way.

I saw a big muscular dude in a green wife-beater, camo shorts, camo ballcap, and short black military-style boots striding our way. As he got a bit closer, I could see that he had a rather large and very colorful green and orange snake tattoo that ran down his left arm from his shoulder to his wrist. He had another one that wrapped up his right leg and ended at his knee. He definitely looked imposing.

Stacy slipped up on my other side, shyly grabbed my free hand, and smiled up at me with a cute blush.

“Hey, Babydoll, just the little lady whose hand I wanted to hold,” I said to her while returning her smile.

“Really?” she giggled adoringly as she clutched herself to my arm and scrunched up her beautiful Pixie face hoping to get a kiss.

“Yes, really!” I said as I bent down and kissed her thoroughly.

“I hope it’s my turn next, JJ! It feels like it’s been forever since we made love,” Heather whispered huskily into my ear as she nipped at my lobe.

Stacy tasted like citrus again, and for the third time, I was reminded just how good a kisser she was. I broke it earlier than either of us would’ve liked, but I had a driver slash guard to recruit. I was practically throbbing with lust—at this rate, I figured that my cock was never going to go down or get any relief.

“Before we leave here, the three of us will slip away for a little bit and have some fun,” I whispered to them both as I straightened up to meet Brock. Both girls enthusiastically agreed to that plan.

“Well, he’s hunky!” Abby declared with a giggle as she stepped back to lean on the hood of the van.

I noticed Violet standing just behind me, studiously studying everything around her.

“Little Wolf, pay attention to the gems on my ring; the eyes will flash when I use my magic,” I told her with a grin as I released Heather’s hand and raised mine up to where Violet could easily see it.

She made a face and rolled her eyes but otherwise kept her gaze on the ring as I held my left hand steady in front of her.

“Are you Jake O’Connor?” the big Ex-Marine asked as he got within ten feet of us. “I was told by a nice-sounding lady over the phone that there would be a couple hundred dollars here for me if I showed up to answer some questions. Something about standard military procedure and weapons storage?” he added as his gaze took us all in as if he was making a note of everyone’s exact position.

“Yep, I’m Jake, and you must be Brock Turner,” I replied with a friendly smile as I let go of Stacy so that I could shake his hand. “Sheila—she’s the one who spoke with you on the phone—was right about the money.” I reached down and pulled out a thousand bucks that I’d had ready in my pocket and handed it to him, “But what I really wanted was to see about hiring you to be the head of my security team. I heard that you were discharged from the Marines over a situation that saw many of your teammates die needlessly. I’m sorry to have heard that—but I also heard that you were single, childless, and that not only had you won the title of champion marksman twice but that you were also a black belt in JuJitsu.”

“That’s right,” he replied gruffly as he snatched up the stack of cash and thumbed through it. “Who told you? And what do you need security for? A party?” he asked curiously.

“One of your buddies from the Sportsman’s Den. No, not a party, although I can’t blame you for thinking that considering I’m here to buy a Limo, and I’m surrounded by model quality hotties,” I smirked. “Sheila said that you had experience driving Limo’s, and I require both a driver and a serious security expert. I’ve had a couple attempts made on my life, and I’m somewhat addicted to breathing, so I’d like to keep doing so. I think you’ll enjoy working for me; I pay good and take care of my employees very well. I honestly believe that it’d be in your best interest to take the job; trust me, you’ll love it.”

Tingle.

I looked over at Violet to see if she’d caught the flash of red from the ruby in my Serpent’s eye; I’d used Eruxas, and pretty strongly too. She tilted her head and frowned at me—the perplexed look upon her face was almost funny if it wasn’t so cute.

“Done, I’m tired of teaching prissy little school-boys and whiney old ladies how to shoot anyways. So were you implying that one or more of your fine ladies would be accommodating, to ahhh, my needs?” he asked with an arched brow. “If not—I’m not trying to offend—it’s just that the way you said what you did and then how you looked over at the beautiful redhead behind you, it made me wonder, and I’m not sure how to take that,” he shrugged with a grin.

“No, sorry, that’s not what I meant. I’m not into sharing the girls that I’m in love with, at least not with other men,” I said matter of factly while gesturing at all of my ladies, making sure to include both Angie and Violet in the gesture as well. “But I will definitely hook you up with some very sexy women if you’d like. They won’t be any of the ones that are here, as I said—but trust me, you won’t complain.”

I smiled soothingly over at Angelica, and for once, she gave me a grateful look instead of a dirty one. I didn’t want any misunderstandings, and I’d caught the panicked expression that flashed across her face when he’d asked his question and scanned them all. She knew that I could make her do anything I wanted, but I hoped that she trusted in my possessiveness—she was mine. Violet smirked when I included her. The rest of the girls all just started giggling and cooing about how much they loved me. It was almost embarrassing.

“I was half-joking, but seeing the quality of the women that you’re with,” he wolf-whistled, “well hot damn, I’d be a bloody fool to not at least see if you can put your money where your mouth is,” he quipped with an easy laugh.

“So are you going to introduce us, Hunny-Bunny? Or are we all just reduced to being eye candy now?” Sheila accused gently as she stepped forward and put out her hand to Brock.

“Sorry, I’m a bit of a jerk,” I shrugged, not really meaning it. “This here’s Sheila, my sexy Pumpkin—who you spoke with earlier on the phone.”

“Hi! Glad to have you aboard! I hope that you won’t mind teaching us how to shoot!” Sheila quipped as she shook his hand.

“No, Ma’am!” he quipped back as he smiled.

“This is my gorgeous and sexy mother-to-be Kelly,” I pointed to where she was standing, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“Nice to meet you! And yup! I’ve got a bun in my oven!” Kelly confirmed, patting her stomach.

“Nice to meet you, and congrats, Ma’am,” he replied as he tipped his cap at her making her smile.

“Over there leaning on the van is Abby, just to warn you, her temper runs about as hot as she looks, so try not to get burned,” I laughed.

“Hey,” she drawled cooly with a nod. “And you’d better watch it, Hot Stuff, or I’ll burn off the jewels,” she mockingly growled at me.

“Hey,” he nodded back.

“Next to her is Maria, my stunning Latino Lover.”

“Hola, gusto en conocerlo señor,” she said pleasantly but with a touch of indifference.

“Do you speak Spanish?” I asked him.

“Not really, but I caught the hello part,” he shrugged as he tipped his cap at her and replied, “Hola, senorita.”

“The two sexy twin energizer bunnies bouncing at my sides are Heather and Stacy,” I laughed.

“Hi!” they both spat out simultaneously before busting into a cacophony of incessant giggling while sticking out their hands to shake.

“Nice ta meetcha, ladies,” he said solemnly as he shook each of their hands.

“Hi, hi! I’ma, Billy! Ima Billy-Goat! ‘Ake’s a bunny!” my favorite little man yelled out boisterously as he ran up, stood right in front of the massive ex-Marine, and stared up at him with his hand out.

Brock knelt down and took Billy’s hand; the size difference made it look like a whale was swallowing a minnow.

“Well, hi there, little man! My friends call me Python, that’s a type of snake, so I guess me you and your daddy all have animal names, huh?”

“Ya, huh!” Billy agreed enthusiastically right before running back to grab his toy truck from the van.

I didn’t bother correcting the daddy comment.

“They get to be goats and pythons, and I’m a damned fluffy bunny rabbit! What the hell, man!” I griped jokingly. “Over there is our smokin’ hot Angelica.”

“Hi,” she said quietly as she blushed a little at the attention.

She is so unsure of herself right now that you’re going to need to stick your cock back up that fine ass just to give her a spine! She has fallen a long way from the cocky, cock tease, Italian Princess that she was a little over a week ago.

<Yeah, I definitely need to fuck the shit out of her soon; she’s so fine, and the way that her hips sway when she walks, mmm, it makes me hard. Her ass was out of this world and my first—taking it again is definitely on the agenda.>

“Hey,” he nodded and tipped his cap again.

“And last but not least, we have the stunningly gorgeous, Violet! Watch out; she has sharp fangs!” I warned as I shot her a goofy grin.

“Hi!” she said while shooting me a devious look. “So, are you normally in the habit of just excepting jobs at the drop of a hat without knowing any details other than that he’ll get you laid and pay you well? Wouldn’t you usually ask ... hmm, let’s see, oh, I don’t know—how about what type of enemies he might have? Or maybe EXACTLY how much he’s gonna pay you? And how and when? Or how about danger pay? Don’t guards typically get that? Or is that just in the movies? Hell, why didn’t you at least ask him if the job was only local or if there was traveling involved?” she blurted out question after question in rapid-fire style while watching my reaction.

“Ignore my fiery friend here,” I smirked as I walked over to her and gently grabbed her hands. I pulled them up so that she could clearly see the gemstones in my Serpent ring.

“Don’t be mad,” she said with a cocky smile. “I’m just trying to poke holes or see if there’s any way to interfere with your apparent mind control.”

I made a shushing motion and made sure that I was staring into her eyes with my back to our new security guard before I spoke again. I wanted to kill Violet’s hypnotist theory, but I did need to have a line of sight, so at the same time, I wanted to try something new. I wanted to see if my magic would work if I could see the person’s reflection. I could see Brock clearly in the tinted window of my van.

“Brock, how about you tell us all about the top five worse things that you’ve ever done or seen. It can be in any random order you like. Don’t worry about what you tell us—realize that we’re all your closest friends now and that we’ll protect all of your secrets,” I commanded him. If she wanted a demonstration, by God, she was gonna get one!

Tingle.

Hot damn, it worked! <Malachar! Did you know that the magic works even if all you can see is a reflection!?>

It shouldn’t! It wasn’t created to behave that way! Hmmm, I wonder...

<What?>

Nothing, for now, I need to do some thinking.

“Oh, wow! This oughta be good,” Abby laughed as she leaned forward eagerly.

“Sure thing, Boss! Let’s see, when I was fourteen, I busted into my asshole neighbor’s house and took a shit in their bed before stealing the television and stereo...”

I heard more than a few titters at that admission, and Kelly gasped and covered her mouth in shock. She was a clean freak, and I bet the thought of shit on the sheets made her cringe.

“Then there was the time where me and five other guys from our High School football team assfucked a rapist that had attacked a girl we knew. She hadn’t wanted to go to the cops, so her brother begged us to do something about it, so we did, gladly. We made the motherfucker feel how it felt to be raped, using larger and larger cucumbers until one broke off and got stuck. I guess we had gotten carried away; we seriously messed up his shitter—he needed emergency surgery to repair the tears to his colon. We had all worn masks, so thankfully, he wasn’t able to identify anyone; when he finally showed back up to school a few weeks later, everyone started calling him ‘Pickles’—”

Abby, Heather, and Stacy started giggling madly at that.

“And then, uh, during my first deployment overseas in Iraq, a private snapped and killed this young girl’s family right before raping her and then slitting her throat. I was one of the guys who had to help deal with the bodies. She had an infant baby sister and a two-year-old brother, and she was only twelve. It was pretty gruesome—”

All three of my ladies abruptly stopped their laughter at that and looked sickened by what they’d just heard.

“During my second tour, I was part of a scout sniper platoon after having graduated from sniper school. I had an ongoing bet with my spotter to see how many groin shots I could make. It was highly illegal, and if our acting CO had ever found out, I would have been brought up on charges. Over the course of three months, I had eighteen successful groin shot kills. I looked at most of the bodies; let me tell you, you don’t want to see what a 7.62 NATO round does to a body—needless to say, every groin shot that I made, the target bled out in excruciating pain...”

“I’ve seen it, and it does leave a pretty big exit wound,” Angie muttered under her breath.

“I guess the worst thing that I’ve done and what would send me to jail if anyone in the government ever found out—but you guys are some of my closest friends, so I trust you—was what me and two of my squadmates did to five terrorist pieces of shit that we captured. It was right after we’d lost half our platoon to a goddamn ambush that we’d warned our CO about, but he ignored us. We were ordered to proceed to our rally point anyway. A few of us went ballistic; we lost good men that day, good friends...” he took a pause as he started to get a bit choked up.