Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

wouldn’t have been able to run even if I wanted to. “What the fuck are you?” the realization coaxed a drop of pee out of me.

Thankfully, whatever she was, she couldn’t read minds. She looked down at Lilith with something approaching affection, and then looked up. The hum of the chopper’s blades was getting closer.

“Let’s retire to my home for tea and introductions,” she swept her arm regally at the mini-mansion. “If you wish, I can carry her?”

At her request, I gripped Lilith tighter and brought her closer to my chest. “I got it,” I tried to sound appreciative, but utterly failed. Whatever she heard in my tone; it made her smile.

Without her magic holding me in place, I was able to move. I sprinted toward the porch, propelled more by the fear of her than the team of UN operatives in the chopper.

“Fuckin’ wait for me, stupid mother . . .” Dani cursed as she hauled ass to catch up. Her face was still whiter than a new bedsheet, but she’d gotten back some of her sass. When she reached the porch, she grabbed on and didn’t let go. “I can’t believe we were stupid enough to come here,” her eyes were still wide, and she jumped at the sound of the door creaking closed behind them.

Before I could ask her what she was talking about, the woman was back among us with tea and biscuits. She placed them on a table that looked like it belonged in a museum and not in someone’s living room. In fact, there were a lot of things that looked way too old and expensive to be in someone’s home.

I laid Lilith down on the couch, where Dani and Xamira hovered protectively over her as the woman poured the tea. I scanned the room, and my eyes locked on a rusted old . . . something. It looked like a mix between a gravy boat and a tea kettle. Whatever it was, it was old. I found myself reaching for it without thinking. Something about it drew me in.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the woman’s voice broke the trance I was in. “The Djinn are notorious tricksters. The wishes they grant always do more harm than good.”

I didn’t know what a djinn was, but the warning in her tone was enough for me. I stepped back as she held a cup of tea out to me. I accepted it with a cautious look and sniff. That made her smile.

“If I wanted you dead, you would have been the moment you stepped across my wards, not-quite-Fae,” she laughed, and it sounded like a rumble of thunder before a tornado. “But where are my manners, she waved me to the couch, and took a seat in a chair across from us.” She still looked like a predator who’d cornered her prey, but the sense of impending violence that had been with her earlier was gone.

“You may call me Via, and this is my home,” she began the introductions.

“I am Xamira, Daughter of Aden, of the Venetian Cabal,” Xamira began.

“Dani Underwood,” the dwarf answered rapidly, not meeting the other woman’s eye.

“Cameron Dupree,” I stated lamely, but I caught her eyes sparkle in recognition.

“So, you’re the one all the fuss is about,” she leaned forward in her seat, which made us all lean back. “That one’s mother is mildly obsessed with you, and that isn’t necessarily a good thing. It does explain why you are here, and why that incessant, metal insect is buzzing closer and closer,” she glared at the ceiling. “What is wrong with young Lilith?”

I blushed involuntarily. I wasn’t about to tell some stranger I force-fed her my cum. Xamira wasn’t sure how to answer, and Dani was keeping her mouth shut.

“She smells . . .” Via took a deep breath, “full of power; too much power.”

“She is,” Xamira answered. It was the best way to phrase the situation without getting my dick involved. “Can you help?”

I felt like it was dangerous to ask this woman for help, but we were down our supernatural heavyweight, and the roof was practically vibrating from the sound of the approaching helicopter. It didn’t seem like we had a choice.

“She reeks of you,” Via’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but there was something else there I couldn’t identify. “So, I’ll ask your permission before I help.”

“Do it.” Indecision was weakness to this mysterious woman, and I didn’t want to show any more of it.

Via smiled, put down her tea cup, and approached. Xamira stepped away, and Dani practically jumped behind me. Via ran her hands over Lilith’s sleeping face, and down her naked body. It was almost possessive. Then, she slithered up Lilith’s buxom frame. It would have been hot as hell if Via wasn’t so terrifying. Her eyes were back to reptilian slits, and I couldn’t help the flee sensation my hindbrain produced.

Eventually, Via came to rest on top of Lilith; face-to-face. She opened the succubus’s mouth with fingernails I noticed were about an inch too long, and unnaturally pointy. She took another sniff and met my gaze with a toothy grin that told me she knew what my jizz had done. Despite the knowledge, she opened her mouth and placed it above Lilith’s. Their lips never met. In fact, all Via did was take a deep breath. At first, nothing happened. Then, it looked like little embers floated up from Lilith’s face into Via’s open mouth.

“My, what a big mouth you have.” I’d seen stuff on national geographic about animals that could unhinge their jaw so it opened wider. At the moment, Via’s jaw looked like it could swallow Lilith’s head whole.

The single ember became two, then a dozen, and then an avalanche of sparks shot from Lilith into the older woman. It lasted maybe five seconds before Via’s mouth