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Courts and Cabals 2

By G.S. D’Moore

Copyright © 2021 by G.S. D’Moore

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. For permission, contact gsdmore@outlook.com.

Cover art by Mykel Ferguson

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

ISBN 13: 978-0-9981286-7-2

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Recap

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

About the Author

Recap

My name is Cameron Dupree, and I’m one hundred percent certain my life is royally fucked.

Up until a month ago, I’d been your average red-blooded American male. Well . . . maybe a little above average if you know what I mean. I was a poor townie from Vincent’s Hollow that attended St. Vincent’s Academy; a school that molded the minds of future world leaders. I was a mortal among mages, shifters, vampires, succubae, Fae, kami, banshees, and all other types of supernatural creatures that made up sixty percent of the student body.

Yeah . . . all the myths and legends about what goes bump in the night are true, and they’d been out of the closet since the eighties. I’d planned to join the agency that enforced the laws that contained the supernatural –The Worldwide Registration Act’s Response Division – and tried to get a little power back in a world where I was powerless, but that plan got fucked up too.

As I said, I’d been a pretty normal teenager. I ran a small black-market scheme to get students the answers to coming tests and quizzes for a quick buck. I did it with my best friend, a constantly-stoned werewolf. A hacker mage who could control air with his mind, and a vegetarian vampire who went through social justice causes faster than the Kardashians went through shoes. Other than that, my life was jerking off to Littlekittycat69 on Pornhub, and trying to get any girl to notice me.

When one finally did pay attention, my life took a very unexpected turn. Lilith Venitas, princess of the Venetian Succubus Cabal; one of the most powerful quasi-criminal organizations in the world, came a-knocking for quiz answers one day. In payment, she sucked my dick, and everything changed.

I may or may not have been hit by a bolt of lightning. The jury was still out on what the hell happened on my walk home. My ensuing stay in the school’s infirmary made me miss a delivery to the one person at the supernatural high school you really didn’t want to piss off. Aveena Foxbelle was a noble Fae, the highest class of a humanoid race from the adjacent Faerie Realm, and the daughter of one of their ruling court’s leaders: The Lady of Winter. I’d failed to get her a magical item of some importance, and didn’t learn until later it was used in a Fae mating ceremony to help Aveena get knocked up by some equally-highbred douche. The resulting dishonor and shame started a blood feud with the Unseelie Fae, and she contracted out to have me assassinated.

Enter Chloe, a sadistic water nymph who tried to fuck me and drown me at the same time. Lilith saved my ass again, and offered me a place in her harem. Apparently, that’s how modern-day succubae get their sustenance. I gave peace a shot with Aveena, but her price was literal slavery through a magical blood bond. That was a big fucking no, so I signed up with Lilith. I’d already proven that I had some type of super spunk, and she was going to pay me a shit-ton of money to fuck her a couple times a month. Despite being several months later, I still hadn’t actually inserted my penis into her vagina, but that had to happen eventually . . . right?

After I managed to kill Chloe – Lilith had a major assist in that battle – Aveena invoked some Fae bullshit through the covenants that governed the interactions of the Fae and cabal. An old shifter friend of mine, Joe, got to play arbiter, but Aveena tricked me into agreeing to a trial by combat. Threatening everyone and everything I cared about had a lot to do with my decision, and it ended up with me dueling a Fae knight with a big, swinging dick on Yule; right before Christmas.

I trained hard with Dani, Lilith’s longtime dwarf bodyguard, and Xamira; a half-human, half-succubus imp who was distantly related to Lilith. I’d had the distinct pleasure of being inside both women. One with Lilith’s approval, and one without. I knew now not to fuck another supernatural in the cabal without Lilith’s permission. The way she casually broke Xamira’s spine when she rode me like a bucking bronco still made me cringe. Healing shattered vertebrae was child’s play to supernaturals, so there was no harm, no foul, and lessons learned.

Surprisingly, I went up against the Fae knight and won. Despite all their words of encouragement, none of the women thought I’d pull it off. Even more impressive, the troll knight’s mojo basically gave me a power-facial that should have killed me. I survived that as well, and after seeing me prevail, Aveena totally lost her shit. She glamoured herself into a dozen-foot-tall crusader knight and did battle with Lilith’s succubus combat form: an equally tall, red-skinned hottie with white, bone, hoplite armor, a barbed tail, horns, claws, fangs, the whole shebang.

They kicked the shit out of each other before something tore its way into the interdimensional pocket Fae were