All Knight Long, Book I: One Warlock's Love Story (13 page)

“Do you? Do you really want me to fuck you? You didn’t think about me all day,” Hung teased.

“Please,” Giovanni begged.

Hung eased his fingers out of Giovanni and bent down and began licking his balls and sucking his hooded dick. There was nothing quite like the rapid motion of a vampire’s tongue. Giovanni grabbed Hung’s head and pushed it into his crotch. Hung licked one ball, then the other, and then both. When Giovanni’s balls were wet with his saliva, Hung began nibbling his way up Giovanni’s shaft, sharp teeth scraping against smooth skin. The threat of Hung biting into his hardening dick was intoxicating.

Giovanni began working his hips on the vanity in smooth, circular motions. Hung grabbed Giovanni’s ass and pulled it to his face. When Giovanni least expected it, Hung bit into the large vein running on the inside of his thigh. Giovanni screamed out in pain -- pain that quickly turned to pleasure as the venom from Hung’s bite seeped into his blood stream.

The bite affected them both but in different ways. A warlock’s blood intoxicated vampires, and a vampire’s bite initially made any of its victims horny. It was a perfect combination. Before Giovanni could relax into the pleasure of Hung sucking his inner thigh and stroking his dick, Hung lifted Giovanni up off the vanity, set him on the floor, and turned him around.

Giovanni was up on his tiptoes bent over the vanity with his ass facing Hung. Hung guided his dick into Giovanni’s dripping wet hole. They both melted into the sensation and moaned with pleasure.

“This is some good dick,” Giovanni groaned.

“So, are you going to forget me again?” Hung’s sweet, gentle rhythms turned into ass-smacking strokes. All Giovanni could think was that Hung was trying to turn him out. No, he
was
turning him out. Hung’s sex and swagger were unlike any that he had ever experienced.

Giovanni’s ass bounced and jiggled with each of Hung’s pounds. Hung sighed each time his entire dick disappeared deep inside Giovanni’s tight, wet hole. Giovanni winced as Hung smacked his ass with alternating hands on every other stroke. Their rhythm was perfect -- it was slow enough for Giovanni to feel every single inch of Hung’s dick, but fast enough for Hung to enjoy the friction.

It wasn’t long before Giovanni felt it, that thing he loved -- vampire come. It was thicker than human come, and there was a lot more of it. When Hung orgasmed, the sensation was intoxicating. Giovanni responded by ejaculating without even touching himself. Hung’s full orgasm came in waves, and his body buckled each time his warm come shot up into Giovanni.

“Are you going to forget me again?” Hung asked, doubling over onto Giovanni and wrapping long arms around him.

Giovanni turned and grinned. “No, sir.”

Chapter 18

Zander sat up in the bed with the covers pulled up to his neck and the Grimoire on his lap. He was listening to the lovemaking sounds coming from the bathroom. Zander had only made love once, but he knew enough to know that what was going on in the bathroom was intense and passionate. He could hear licking, smacking, slurping, slapping, moaning, and Hung continually asking Giovanni if he would ever forget him again. Zander was pretty sure that the answer to the question was a firm no.

He imagined Hung’s sleek frame banging into Giovanni, and it was making him horny. Zander slid his hands into his underwear and began to gently massage his growing erection. The smell of good sex from the bathroom tickled his nose, and his own ripening scent filled the air. He threw off the cover, slipped down his underwear, and began violently stroking his dick. He was so lost in the moment, he didn’t realize the banging in the bathroom had stopped until someone was banging on the hotel door.

Someone knocked on the hotel door again, and Zander stuffed his hard dick into his shorts and jumped back under the covers. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Zander realized that Hung and Giovanni were showering and he was the only one left to answer the door. He remembered the offensive spell that Giovanni had taught him just in case it wasn’t Tau. He lifted himself up on his tiptoes and peeked through the keyhole.

“You do know that I can smell your ripe little ass through the door, don’t you?” Tau grinned. Zander blushed, straightening his underwear and checking his breath before opening the door. Tau was standing there with a bag of groceries in one hand and a beautiful blue basket filled with flowers, candy, and a cute stuffed lion in the other. He handed Zander the basket.

“Is this for me?” Zander asked.

Tau smiled. “Yes, baby.”

“I haven’t had a chance to show you that I’m sorry for the way that I acted,” Zander said, before Tau could utter a single word. Tau lifted him up with one arm and gave him a huge kiss.

“It is cool,” Tau said. “I’m sorry, too.”

“I should be the one giving you the gift,” Zander admitted.

Tau winked. “You can give me a gift later.” He smacked Zander on his round ass, sending him off toward the bed with the basket and the bag of groceries.

Just then, Giovanni came out of the bathroom wrapped at the waist with a towel. “Sylvester, I’m glad to see that you finally came back.”

“Can I assume from the overall improvement in your otherwise fucked-up attitude that Hung is here and that he gave you some much needed dick?” Tau retorted.

“The only warlock that you need to be worried about getting some dick around here is wrapped up in the sheets, and from the smell of things you must not be doing your job,” Giovanni spat.

“Fuck you, Glinda,” Tau responded. Zander tried to hold back his snicker.

“That is where you are wrong. Glinda was a good witch,” Giovanni started.

“Gio!” Hung shouted from the bathroom.

“That’s right. Run ‘cause your man said run -- just like a good little girl,” Tau shouted.

“Later for you,” Giovanni said, snatching up the luggage and running back to the bathroom.

“Why do you two fight so much?” Zander asked.

“I hate nothing worse than a mouthy bottom. That’s a real turn-off for me,” Tau said.

“So, what does turn you on?” Zander asked, smiling.

“I have list of things that turn me on,” Tau responded.

“Do I have anything on your list?”

“You have everything on the list,” Tau answered.

Zander rolled his eyes. “I’m not that special.”

“You are more special than you know,” Tau told him.

Giovanni and Hung came out of the bathroom dressed in brand new clothes.

“Very nice,” Zander said, snuggling up under Tau on one of the king-sized beds.

“Even nicer to see that you two made up,” Hung said.

“Can you get up from under Snagglepuss? We have work to do,” Giovanni said.

“And I have a surprise for you,” Hung said, retrieving his suitcase and revealing brand new designer outfits for each of them. “Tau, I know you’ve bathed, but you’ve had on the same clothes since the club. I thought a change might do you some good,” Hung said. Dressed in black, they looked as if they could be waiters in a New York restaurant or salesmen in a high-end department store. Despite the color choice, Hung had impeccable taste. He had even remembered to get Tau pants with Lycra that would stretch when he shifted.

Zander began reviewing the spell while Giovanni laid the ingredients out on the bed. Tau had been thoughtful enough to purchase a small cooler for the horse’s heart.

“I have good news and bad news,” Giovanni said.

“What’s that?” Zander asked.

“I think we have everything that we need for the potion to reverse the ruby looking stone. We can even use the tub as a cauldron, and I can heat it with witch’s fire,” Giovanni said.

“Then what’s the problem?” Zander asked.

“The potion will have to sit for eight hours,” Giovanni said.

“All the more reason to get started now,” Zander said.

Tau took a quick shower while the warlocks prepared and portioned each of the ingredients. Once they were done, both Hung and Tau disrobed, jumped into their respective beds, and discussed what they had learned about the attack on the club and the supernatural community’s response. Zander and Giovanni took all of their supplies into the bathroom and eavesdropped on their boyfriends shamelessly.

“So, what’s the human news saying about the attack on Arcane?” Tau asked Hung.

“It was a complete cover up. They reported it as an explosion in a warehouse that was being renovated into a nightclub. They even went on to say that no one was injured in the explosion because it was after work hours and empty when it happened. We both know that wasn’t true.” Hung sighed.

“That means that they managed to get rid of all of the bodies before the police arrived,” Tau said.

“They said that it took a while for the fire department to get to the building because both access streets to the location were blocked by the time they got there,” Hung said.

“I am just glad that we made it out in time. What about any of the vehicles that were driven by supernaturals who went to the club that night?” Tau asked.

“There was no mention of them, but I’ve got to believe that whoever was responsible thought about that, too. Not that it matters. Most supernaturals live off the grid anyway,” Hung said.

“True,” Tau agreed.

***

Tau was snoring softly when Giovanni and Zander finally finished with the potion.

“Now we just need to wait for eight hours. Don’t anyone go into the bathroom,” Giovanni ordered, as they came out of the bathroom drying their hands.

“I know what we can do for eight hours,” Hung said, pulling back the covers for Giovanni. Zander rolled his eyes.

“We can let me get some sleep,” Giovanni pleaded. “I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept since the attack on the club. I’ve had marathon sex, driven across the state with Hello Kitty, fought two warlocks, watched Zander come out to his family, and made the most difficult potion of my life. I am not a vampire. I need some rest.”

“Then come here and lie in my arms. I’ll watch over you while you sleep.” Hung opened the covers once more. Giovanni smiled and took off his clothes, easing into the bed.

Zander had snuck in his own shower before they started making the potion in the bathroom. The last one up, he made sure that the door was locked and lights were turned out before easing into the bed with Tau. He wasn’t in the bed two seconds before Tau rolled over and began spooning him. The pressure of Tau’s large, fleshy dick against his ass felt great. As he was drifting off to sleep, he noticed that Tau’s dick was getting harder and harder, but he couldn’t tell if Tau was awake -- or just his dick was.

He tried to ignore it, but Tau’s body called to him. When Tau slowly slid down under the covers and began gently licking his hole, he knew for sure that Tau was awake. Zander tried to be as quiet as possible, but the feeling was exhilarating. Once Tau had him completely wet, he quietly returned to his former spooning position and pushed the head of his large dick against Zander’s tight hole, and then in one quick motion, Tau guided his throbbing dick inside Zander. It felt like a bolt of lightning shooting up Zander’s back, but he didn’t yell out. Instead, he steadied himself and slowed his breathing as the monstrous dick eased inside him. He knew it must have taken a lot of effort and patience for Tau to get his entire dick in Zander, and once again Zander lay still, trying to determine the difference between the pleasure and pain. When Tau was finally nestled inside Zander, he nuzzled his mouth and nose into Zander’s neck and pulled his lover close.

And that is how they slept together, with Tau’s enormous dick deep inside him. Every time Zander shifted or inhaled, Tau’s dick jumped inside Zander, sending impulses and vibrations through his entire body. It was the most erotic night’s sleep that Zander had ever had. Witches and warlocks remembered all of their dreams in vivid detail, and Tau was in every one of Zander’s dreams. The strange thing was that in every one of his dreams, it seemed like Tau was trying to tell him something, but he couldn’t talk -- almost as if he was bound from speaking.

Chapter 19

“Wake up! I think it worked,” Giovanni yelled from the bathroom.

It was more than just a little difficult for Zander to ease Tau’s large, still-hard dick out of him and then crawl out from under his massive, muscular frame. He had learned two things about sleeping with Tau last night. Tau loved to cuddle, and he was a very sound sleeper -- or at least most of him was.

The daytime was when Hung normally rested, so it was no wonder that he, too, was fast asleep.

Zander found Giovanni in the bathroom, kneeling and gazing into the tub, which was completely filled with a bubbling, red liquid.

“How do you know it worked?” Zander whispered.

“The potion’s still bubbling like it’s supposed to. Look at the very bottom of the tub. The ruby looks like it’s changing colors.” Giovanni pointed.

“Why didn’t you pull it out?” Zander asked.

“This is very personal magic. It’s your stone and your grandmother. We want it tuned to your aural energy. You need to be the first one to come in contact with it.”

Zander expected the bubbling, red potion in the tub to be extremely hot. It was, instead, ice cold to the touch. He eased his hand in, grabbed the stone, attached the leather strap, and slowly pulled it out. He peered into it. Much to his amazement, he was staring at an image of his grandmother.

“She’s all right! My grandmother is alive.” Zander’s head swam with relief.

“Let me see,” Giovanni asked, careful not to touch the stone.

“It is too bad that we can’t hear her,” Zander said.

“Stop being so negative and just relax. At least we can see her. The good news is that I also found a binding ribbon in the book that belonged to your grandmother. We can use it with the divining rod to take us to her,” Giovanni said.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” Zander marveled.

“Me either,” Giovanni smiled.

“Look! She’s holding up the stone and showing us where she is,” Zander said.

“It looks like some kind of holding cell.” The room was full of dozens of other people.