She cried out, “Fuck yes! I’m gonna cum all over this fat cock!”

  Then she went over in keening delight, her hot sex convulsing around me wildly, which once more set off Rosaria who started to cum hard, squeezing the hell out of my finger with her ass while blasting my face with a spray of liquid ecstasy.

  When she came down, she started to work me hard. Tight squeezes and grinds to milk me hard, and that were clearly designed to pleasure a man. Sure, it pleasured her too, but it was mind blowing and had me exploding up into her in short order, spending my lust and pleasure within the depths of her heaven.

  She came once more for me, when she felt me filling her, and that set Rosaria off again too. I figured that was the end of this little position, and I was right as both ladies dismounted my body, and collapsed on either side of me only to snuggle in.

  I kissed them both warmly, one at a time.

  “Pervert huh? How’s your ass feeling?”

  Nora blushed furiously at my implication, “Still aches a tiny bit, I kind of like it. It’s a reminder that I belong to you and your wickedly depraved ways.”

  I snickered, and she shut me up with a kiss.

  Rosaria said, “Speaking of depraved, I think we should clean him up, and each other.”

  Nora giggled, “Alright.”

  Rosaria licked their liquid satiation off my face between soft loving kisses, while Nora licked my thighs, balls, taint, ass crack, and cock clean of our mixed pleasure. I was feeling pretty sated despite that stimulation, but I still enjoyed the view when they moved into a sixty-nine rather eagerly. I almost mentioned it to tease Nora, that there was nothing to clean in Rosaria as my Fae licked my cum out of Nora, but on balance decided to just enjoy the show.

  It was sensually beautiful, watching them love each other, and I felt no need to join. They’d been pleasuring me and being pleasured by me for two hours. It was obvious Rosaria’s comment had been half designed so they could pleasure each other too, so I wasn’t about to interrupt their naughty fun, even though I knew they wouldn’t have minded me picking a hole to stick my cock in. Save Nora’s ass, all the other five were on the table.

  After they drew one last orgasm from each other, we all got dressed again for a late lunch. Maybe I’d be able to enjoy the scenery from the dining car…

  My new life was simply unbelievably awesome, but I got it was the ladies’ insatiable natures as a Fae and witch, my new and far more powerful libido, and the honeymoon stage of nascent relationships. A perfect storm leading to marathon sex every chance we got. A perfect storm that probably wouldn’t last, but for now we couldn’t get enough of each other.

  I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. They were both exquisitely breathtaking.

  The rest of the train ride wasn’t much different. If we weren’t sleeping, eating a meal and chatting, or the three hours I practiced my magic and learned the third spell, Bovine Nose, we were doing the dance of ten toes, or thirty toes as it were.

  I know, Bovine Nose? Who’d have thought it. I was surprised too, but apparently a cow has a better sniffer than most predators and even blood hounds, able to pick up and discern scents from up to six miles away. They didn’t move very fast, so they had to sense trouble coming from a long way off. It was also startling to find out I could scent who on the train was sleeping with who, and what everyone had eaten for meals the last few days. Hell, I could even scent all the women that were ovulating, and that was just the start of what I could figure out.

  It’d probably be kick ass for hunting too, along with the Eagle Eyes and Owl Ears.

  I didn’t mention it to her or make anything of it, but Nora was also becoming a bit clingy in a good way. She’d never been much of a cuddler or toucher when we weren’t knocking boots, but that nascent affection had her sleeping against me with her head on my shoulder in complete contentment that night, while Rosaria had the other one. I sensed she wasn’t exactly easy with her newfound feelings. I imagined she hadn’t been around a man long enough to get attached or had even been able to respect one before, since she wasn’t keeping me bamboozled with her magical allure as a witch.

  I was taking it as a good thing, maybe she wouldn’t want me to send her away, but that also seemed like far too much to hope for. Surely, she wouldn’t abandon her coven in South Carolina for a druid up in Pennsylvania. That going through my mind made me wonder where my thoughts were at, was I really falling for the dark-haired sumptuous beauty that hard?

  Yes, I think I really was. Nora was a hell of a woman, and kinks or not, I wasn’t sure I could do any better if I tried.

  The Lancaster Gate hotel in London was a white stone building with columns by the front door. It was in the Westminster Borough of London. It was far from the best in the city, but we didn’t plan on staying very long, no more than a day and we’d be on our way to the hills outside of Galway Ireland. We might not even spend the night, since it was just a few hours by train and it was only noon.

  We might’ve skipped it altogether, if not for the fact we all wanted a shower, our train cabin had smelled like a brothel, and us not much better. Plus, we didn’t want to drag our luggage with us to a criminal undertaking. Technically, we were most likely going to steal the third stone too.

  Once we were in the room and had cleaned up, we all sat on the bed and both of them cuddled up to my sides. Although Nora was pretending to be doing it a mocking way, my empathy was telling me another story. I decided not to push it though, it was something she had to figure out and not something to tease her about, like kinky sex was.

  “Alright, so the third stone?”

  Rosaria said, “Like I said, a museum has it. This case might be harder, because it is on display. An ancient art exhibit, of marble carvings and statues.”

  I could see where that would be harder. We’d have to worry about security, cameras, and tourists and customers. The other place had had cameras, but both security people were right up front and Nora had them turn it off for our visit. At a museum, the cameras and security guards monitoring them, would be in a locked room.

  “Alright, I don’t suppose you can just go in there and take it, invisible like.”

  Rosaria shook her head, “I can carry it once you have it and claim it as your own. But I can’t be used to steal from others.”

  Nora said, “I can take care of the security office, I’ll text you something nonsensical when the cameras are down, and the security office is secure. Then you just need to grab the stone when the roving guards and patrons aren’t looking. Text me when it’s done, and we’ll all meet back out front.”

  “It’ll probably be in an alarmed display case, as small as it is.”

  Nora frowned, “Let’s find out,” and pulled out her phone and started to surf the web. It didn’t take long for her to find a picture of the druid stone in the exhibit, even though museums asked people not to take them. She showed it to me.

  “You’re right, Brendan. Assuming the case is alarmed, that is. It isn’t the crown jewels, just an ancient marble art exhibit. You should be able to pick the lock with water magic, I know our spirits can.”

  I tilted my head, then got up and went outside and let the door closed. Then instead of using the reader to trip the door jam’s magnetic lock, I gathered water with my magic and tried to use it on the door handle’s keyhole. I could kind of sense the pins in there, and I pushed them all up with the water and turned the lock. That didn’t work. I fed more molecules of water deeper into the mechanism, and I realized not all the pins needed to go all the way up for them to be properly aligned. Which made sense, I’d just never study locks before.

  Instead of focusing on the bottom of the pins, I focused on the alignment in the mechanism. Then when I thought I had it, I applied torque on the water inside the keyhole and that time it turned. That wouldn’t help with electronic locks, but the case had a key lock in front of it.

  It was a disturbing thought, to realize what a good thief I’d make if I really tried. I bet Owl Ears would make me a hell of a safe cracker, if I put in the effort to study it. Not that I’d ever be a thief, not when I could earn money by having nature spirits pull it from the earth and riverbeds, but it was a point. No lock was safe from me.

  “Okay, that works. Once we’re there I’ll make sure it isn’t wired with an alarm on it either. If there is and I’m not sure how to get around it, I’ll text you to ask the guards. Umm, if I need help with an alarm, I’ll text I need help with my homework, if everything is good and we’re leaving to meet you, I’ll text you something else.”

  Nora said, “Got it. We might as well stay here for the day, and we’ll leave for Galway first thing in the morning around dawn. It’ll be a few hours by train, then we’ll just go straight to the site and take care of the renewal, then go straight to the airport by noon. No sense in wasting the money only to get another hotel in Galway. If we went tonight, it’d be after the last flight before we were done, you know?”

  “Sounds good to me, baby.”

  The surge of lust I felt from her at calling her that, for the third time now, was insane. She really seemed to like it.

  She said, “Let’s go then. Get it over with, and we can go out to dinner in the city?”

  I kissed her lingeringly, “Sounds perfect.”

  She looked breathless in that moment, but she didn’t say anymore as she got up and headed out the door. Rosaria and I followed.

  We were halfway across the lobby from the elevator to the front door when something felt off. I wasn’t sure what it was at first as my eyes swept the lobby. It was a mixture of things, I felt like there were eyes on me, unfriendly ones, along with an absence. Although I couldn’t define what that absence was until my eyes met a middle-aged man with hatred and contempt on his face by the front door in a trench coat, and I couldn’t feel his hate.

  He stood up and his hand started to come out of his coat.

  “Get down!” I pushed Rosaria to the floor behind a couch with a coffee table on it, even as I dove at Nora who’d frozen in question.

  I’d been expecting another wizard with my empathy blocked, but the man’s hand came out with a gun. He lifted it as I twisted our bodies and dove to the side, behind the chair and end table. We weren’t quite there yet when the gun’s roar filled the lobby, but we fell behind the dubious cover by the third deafening shot.

  My heart was pounding like a jack-hammer at the adrenaline surge, and I tried to strike out with my water magic even as I frantically checked Nora for any wounds. The man had missed us both.

  My power over water couldn’t quite reach him, but I wasn’t sure if it was because he was shielded, or because my power simply couldn’t see him. It was the second threat my power was totally worthless against, which was annoying. Everyone in the lobby, of which there were few, were running for cover, and I heard the man’s steps heading our way.

  I was about to repeat my trick of using physical water when a ball of flames plumed and crackled. The man screamed, and I heard the gun hit the ground. I jumped up from the floor to see him slapping his right jacket sleeve which seemed to be on fire, as he raced out the door and toward the right.

  Nora said angrily, “We need to catch him and stop him,” in a voice that told me she knew who and what he was, and that it wasn’t good at all.

  I didn’t pause to ask questions, since he already had a head start. I cast Eagle Eyes and Owl Ears as I ran out the door, and the latter seemed to take care of my ears ringing from the loud shots. Both Nora and Rosaria were right behind as I raced down the street. Eagle eyes easily picking out the man in the trench coat that I couldn’t feel with my empathy as he turned the corner a quarter block ahead.

  It made me wish I’d learned speed and strength by then. Speed was actually next in the spell book going in order, and it would’ve come in handy in that situation. Regardless, I was twenty-one, was in fantastic shape and had decent stamina from all my camping and hiking year around. I was leaving the ladies behind and catching up the older middle-aged man fast enough.

  I turned the corner just in time for the asshole to run into an alley, and I poured on the speed. I passed by a car with a bottle of water sitting on the roof, and I didn’t see its owner. The bottle slapped into my hand with a thought, and I had my magic wound around it tightly as I reached the alley. The man was only about halfway down to the other end of the two large buildings.

  I kept running even as the bottle launched from my hand like a missile. There was a meaty smack as it struck the back of his right leg right as he put it down on the cement and his left leg was coming up. He cried out in pain as his leg folded out from under him and he face planted hard. The water bottle was leaking, and I gathered the water into a choker and wrapped it around his neck, literally holding him still with it as he started to choke.

  By then I was close enough to kick him hard in the face, which laid him out on his back. I glared down at the man and started to search him. I found a billfold in his inside jacket pocket, with an I.D. that said he was a from Italy, by the time the ladies caught up.

  “He followed us from Italy?”

  I looked around at that point, to make sure we hadn’t drawn a crowd. The alley was rather clean, and there were no humans staring down it or recording us with cell phones. Which was a good thing.

  Nora sneered, “Inquisition agent.”

  She reached down and tore open his shirt, showing a tattoo over his right pectoral, “Anti-magic. It’s why the inquisition was truly dangerous against supernatural kind. That, and the numbers and the superstitious peasants that worked with them. It just keeps magic away from their bodies though, indirect magic works just fine, as you figured out.”

  “Doesn’t that take magic?”

  She snorted, “Yes, they used magic to help take down magical beings. Humans are good at hypocrisy. Anyway, the ink is mixed with supernatural blood. They used to keep captives for that purpose, and wizardry is involved in preserving the mixture with life and effectiveness, the glyph itself directs that power to hide them from magic, so they couldn’t be controlled by witches or vampires, or cursed or struck with pure magic attacks.”

  “Weren’t they disbanded a few years ago?”

  She nodded, “Yes, I’m guessing from this,” she waved down at their prisoner, “that some of them went rogue out of hatred and disgust of our kind, pure self-righteousness and bigotry driving them. But that’s why it was so important to catch him, we’re about to find out.”

  Her eyes hooded with anger, as a small upside-down fountain of flames started to burn into the man’s chest, and the skin bubbled, while the tattoo hissed, smoked, and was then consumed in fire. It also woke him up screaming bloody murder, until he accidentally looked into Nora’s eyes and fell silent.

  That also cut my empathy back in, and the rage toward us was towering, as well as his fear.

  “How many of you have gone rogue and continue to hunt us?”

  The man spat, “Not many, and I don’t know them all, twenty at the most. The church wouldn’t be pleased to find out they had a rogue sect, the damned fools, suffering witches like you to live.”

  I snorted.

  She nodded, and then closed her eyes and got a serene look on her face that was clearly one of high concentration.

  The man’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he passed out.

  “Leave him, let’s go. When he wakes, he’ll go home and hunt his own, rogue inquisition agents. If we’re lucky he’ll get them all then kill himself. He’d probably sacrifice himself for his brothers, since what I did will force him to do it against his will knowing we beat him, but he won’t be allowed to take his life until he’s sure he’s the last one.”

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, except the man had just tried to gun us down and kill us. He was also in his forties, so I imagined he’d killed quite few supernaturals over his long career in the name of god. Damned humans, so arrogant, to think anything not them is of the devil, and needs to be cleansed. That we clearly aren’t part of the balance, and necessary for the natural world to go on as it was designed to. Which was wrong because we were.

  It was something I instinctively knew, as a druid and with my connection to Rosaria. Either way, I wasn’t going to think badly of Nora for what she’d programmed him to do, there was no question this murderous bigot needed to die, if only in self-defense. I’d felt his hate and prejudice, his certainty that we were evil, there was nothing else to be done. I imagined any other agent that had gone rogue and continued to hunt us would be the same.

  We turned our backs to him and walked away, even as I wondered how we were going to deal with the police when they showed up.

  We’d barely gone a third of the way back toward the street, when my Owl Ears picked up a suppressed gasp of pain and the sounds of his clothes slightly scratching against the pavement, then a sound of metal sliding against leather.

  I whipped around in surprise at that last, to see him with both hands by his ankle, his pant leg pulled up slightly. He was also lifting a tiny snub-nosed revolver that he’d just taken out of his ankle holster, a damned backup gun I’d failed to find in my search. I was shocked for a moment, since apparently he hadn’t been mind controlled not to kill us, on his way back to Rome. Perhaps the driving nature of the mind control would’ve had him running home, unable to pause long enough to hunt us, but since we were right there in front of him, he was able to fight the drive to go home long enough to shoot us. Or maybe Nora had just made a mistake and left a loophole in her orders planted directly in the man’s mind.

  His face was a rictus of pain filled hatred and rage.

  Whatever the reason, I waved my hand and released my magic in a powerful surge even as a shot rang out, and he went flying into the cement building hard enough that his skull cracked as he slammed back into it, as well as crushing the rest of his body. It was a bit overkill, but I hadn’t held back when I’d gripped the water in his body and threw him against the wall. It wasn’t like I’d had a lot of practice at it, and it’d been out of startlement more than anything else.