Her eyes begging me for it.

  She said breathily, in a sensuously sultry tone, “Thank you for hiring me sir, I enjoy all my duties immensely.”

  Fucking hell, that wicked statement and her molten eyes started the surge of mixed excitement, lust, and pleasure that tightened my balls, addled my senses, and had the pleasure erupting inside me, overwhelming me.

  “Going to cum, nymph.”

  She backed off a little, and started to stroke me fast and hard, while aiming my cock directly at her face, her eyes wicked and her lips slightly parted in anticipation. The first two powerful ropes slammed into her forehead and hair, and her cheek and lips, the third one gave her a pearl necklace, while the fourth through seventh painted and covered her swaying and shaking tits, all while she moaned wildly in satisfaction.

  She suckled my cock briefly, then licked her tits clean where she could reach, and scooped up the rest and ate it from her fingertips with delighted and depraved moans of enjoyment.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  I snorted, “I think that’s my line.”

  She giggled as I pulled her up into my lap, her rounded ass warming my spent cock as I kissed her deeply. She looked cutely mischievous, as the kiss broke.

  “I really enjoyed that, it’s been a very long time since I felt the luxurious pleasure of a silky hard cock sliding between my breasts.”

  “Me too,” I winked, as I caressed her neck and hair with one hand, while the other was just gently teasing her breasts to keep her heated as we just spent a moment in intimacy.

  She kissed me languidly, then buried her face into my neck and nipped the skin playfully, “That feels so good, your hands playing with me, and I love your scent.”

  “Immortal blood?”

  She chuckled seductively, “That too, but I meant your confidence, mixed with awed affection, respect, and desire. Admiration even.”

  “I didn’t know vampire noses were that sensitive, toward pheromones.”

  She said, “Not from a distance, like you. We can only smell blood and hear a heartbeat from a quarter mile away, but if I put my nose against your skin, I can smell your emotions just fine.”

  “Hungry?”

  She giggled, and then kissed my neck teasingly, sensually, then sighed in enjoyment, “I love that too, your reaction to my teeth near your neck. Your surge of arousal isn’t unique, from the anticipation of the rush of euphoric pleasure from the bite, but the sweet tenderness lacing it, and your deep desire to provide for me is… wondrous to me. No anxiety either, to sour the taste and scent.”

  “So, what is it like, if I can ask, from your perspective. Your needy wanton submission.”

  She kissed my neck, and sighed dreamily in contentment, “You mean what drives it? There’s a thrill and power in submission to the right man, of giving up all control yet being in total control as my sensuality and submissive seduction steals your will and enslaves you with lustful purpose. It makes me feel sexy, powerful, desired, safe, and there’s a serenity in subsuming myself to a single goal and purpose. In being yours in total and unconditional surrender. No doubts, no conflicts, no worries, no distractions. Just… driving you to consume me and enjoying all the emotions and sensations that comes with it.

  “Not every time, sometimes I want to rock your world aggressively, but mostly I prefer it the other way. As a woman I’ve always been on the submissive side, but the vampire in me demands it sometimes. There’s a small similarity with it outside the bedroom too. I enjoy submitting to your rule, because you leave me with all the little choices on how to get it done, without forcing me to do anything your way. It’s both empowering and comforting, to belong to you, Liam. In bed, and outside, I feel safe, protected, and cherished, even in the midst of you defiling me with awe in your eyes at my wickedness.”

  I grunted, “Leo’s an idiot.”

  She giggled, “I’m glad of it. You’re the better man, and I’m the richer for it. You make every moment of the last ten years of hardships and every indignity I was forced to endure worth it.”

  “Show me, Cerise. Ride me, and cum for me.”

  She trembled slightly at my gentle order, and she let out a sigh as she kissed my neck, and nibbled playfully, while she turned her body and straddled me, hovering over my cock with her soaked and heated folds. She glided over my cock several times, drawing moans of pleasure from both our lips, before she reached down and gripped me, then impaled herself with a gasp.

  The face-to-face position was so powerfully intimate, her expressive gray eyes just inches from mine as she slowly worked her way down my cock, her soft silken tits and hardened nipples grinding my chest firmly with each shallow bounce. Her eyes looked at me with amazed adoration, as they started to glaze over with pleasure and the slight discomfort of me stretching out her virginal passage once again.

  She bit her lip, “Liam, I feel so overwhelmed right now. The way you’re looking at me, and your tender scent. Gods, what are you doing to me, my head is spinning with it.”

  I started to tease and please her breasts. Far from gently, but not mauling them either, just firm enough to add a delicious tease of pleasure, not overwhelm her body. She looked exquisite, her eyes totally lost in me, in affection, adoration, and shocked heady desire at what she saw in mine.

  “You are treasured, Cerise. Far more precious than I’d hoped, much less expected on the day I knocked on your door.”

  She bit her lip, breathy and panting as she ground me circles, churning her sex around me, and grinding me. Her rises and falls extremely shallow, less than an inch, as she pleasured herself on my cock as I’d ordered, as I’d practically begged. Working it for her pleasure, which she was giving all back to me with her devoted eyes. Her scent was a heady mix of devotion, awe, lust, and intimate affection. She was overwhelmed by me and overwhelming to me, all at once. It was our most intimate coupling yet. Far too intimate for three days together, but hell if it wasn’t happening anyway, we were too lost in our emotions, in the physical sensations, and in our emotions and our gazes stayed locked from just inches away.

  Her sex was pure overwhelming pleasure engulfing, massaging, and sliding around mine. She was impossibly tight for me each and every time, and so soft and luxurious as she milked my sensitive skin with slow and gyrating grinds, and long leisurely forward grinds as she let out the sexiest breathy pants I’d ever heard. It was intense, very intense, and the emotional whirlwind mixing with it made it more so as I drowned in her scents and the pleasure of her body.

  She was making love to me, so despite that tightness and intense waves of pleasure, between my stamina for the second round and her slow speed, I was maintaining my control just fine. Drowning in a haze of emotion and a daze of pleasure, and riding that edge in a delicious bewilderment.

  She said breathily, “Yes, I’m going to cum for you, sir. So very… so very, hard,” her voice ragged and adoring, and extremely seductive, “Yes, yes, gods yes!”

  She looked deep into my eyes, so very vulnerable, and pleasure addled, as her hot flesh writhed and convulsed around me wildly. Her panting low and hot, her heart in her eyes, and her body trembled over mine. Her strikingly beautiful face a study in ecstasy.

  I rocked from the bottom, not very hard, making love back to her with firm yet slow grinds to enhance her pleasure, to keep her on that height just a little longer.

  “So sexy, cumming for me. Do it again.”

  She bit her lip, and started to work me again, “Yes, sir.”

  Once she’d cum, had overcome the discomfort of being stretched so tautly around my thick cock the first time, she came easily and often for me just like Lianne. The trick was lasting long enough in the luxurious heavenly pleasures of her virginally tight passage, which for once at this loving pace wasn’t difficult at all, and all I wanted to see was her face twisted in ecstasy and awe again.

  She kept loving me, cumming for me often and saying my name like a prayer, every couple of minutes, each time a little harder, a little longer, and a little more wildly. She wasn’t a screamer, but her whimpers of ecstasy and sweet breathy wanton pants were as mind-blowingly hot to me as Lianne’s keens of pleasure. Each time she came I gave her tits a little extra harsh squeeze and pinch, with a potent roll of her nipples.

  Then I ordered, “Sweet nymph, feed.”

  Her light gray eyes glazed over even further, became slightly tinged by red as her fangs extended with a panting gasp of need. The bloodlust in her eyes at that command mixing with the adoring devotion and blissful euphoria as I cupped her neck, and pulled her face into mine. She was so sexy all vamped out, to me anyway.

  She took a long and shaky sniff of my neck, and let out a wild whimper of need, “Liam,” then I felt her strike, as her pussy clenched around me like a vise and convulsed wildly about me. Her sweet moan right by my ear as she started to drink and cum at the same time was accompanied by an undeniable wave of euphoria that mixed explosively with the myriad pleasures flowing from my cock.

  “Cerise,” I grunted, overcome, and as she fed I pushed up hard, while my hands moved down and my fingertips dug into her tight waist and pushed down. The pleasure hit me like a tsunami, and she kept rocking and gyrating her hips slightly, and that along with her clenching and writhing pussy milked me hard, sending me to paradise as I emptied myself into her hot body.

  I came down from my heights to her purring sensually, as she licked my neck daintily.

  Her kiss was devouringly sweet, and languidly adoring, and I returned it in full measure.

  She smiled as she broke it, “That was intense.”

  I nodded, “For me too, sweet nymph.”

  She bit her lip, “Also a little crazy. It’s far too soon for this.”

  I snickered in agreement, then said, “I’ve never had this. In any of my lives, although it’s coming with Lianne as well.”

  Despite being with Lianne longer, a whole thirty-six hours longer, it wasn’t that Cerise was more worthy of those warm tender emotions and making love. It was simply her deep and sensual submission and sweet vulnerability had engendered that deep response in me. I cared for Lianne as much, but she was far more high strung and we just hadn’t had that moment yet.

  She smirked, “Never? You’re really good in bed, for your age I mean.”

  I shrugged, “Shifters fuck around a lot before finding their mate, but don’t really fall in love. It’s a social thing. I’m still just twenty-one, and well, my mating only lasted two weeks and she was a frosty bitch. It wasn’t a love match.”

  She giggled, “True, well it’s been a very long time since I’ve enjoyed such an intimate coupling, a lot longer than ten years, and I’ve never smelled such tender possessiveness from a man before. I’m not sure I want to go to the pool, I’d rather keep you to myself,” she winked, and got up off me even as she said it and meant it but would never dream of doing it.

  I used some spells to clean us up, not as good as a shower, but damned useful for the man who has a dirty cock six or seven times a day. One or two showers a day was enough, in my mind. Then we didn’t get dressed, and I enjoyed holding her naked body against me as we went upstairs to put on some swimsuits. As soon as my trunks were up, a grinning Misty appeared.

  “How’s the stability?”

  Misty said, “The quantum processor has been flawless with magic stabilizing it. I expect if there was going to be a problem that way it would’ve happened in the first few microseconds of startup.”

  Cerise looked just as amazing in black as she had in white, as we headed down to the pool, where Lianne was looking delicious in a pink bikini, the golden in her brown hair far more apparent and shimmering in the bright afternoon summer sunlight.

  We took a few minutes to fill in Cerise on our day, then she filled us in on hers while we just lounged in the chairs by the pool. Something I’d have never done in my previous lives, those past lives were always too busy to slow down and just enjoy it. Constant headaches, and constant plotting.

  Cerise said, “The witches sent us their plans for rollout, well-detailed on the first wave for small electronics and laptop charging. The rest is just a summation of rollout for what industries they’ll tackle in each phase, and it’s a forty-year spread which is a little concerning. They plan to tackle a new sector every ten years, split up into five rollouts, once a decade.”

  “The patent.”

  Cerise nodded, “The patent will run out in twenty, and you can bet every coven in the world will order one to study and reverse engineer it. In twenty years, another coven could start making house level power devices twenty years before they plan to. And steal the market.”

  I blew out a breath, “I’ll talk to them, see if they’re willing to make each phase five years instead of ten. But the contract already specifies they have full control of the rollout in our deal. The deal is not exclusive however, and worse come to worst I can still do it myself. In ten years the processor market will be tapped out I think, and our production on the other business will slow to a crawl.”

  Cerise shrugged, “Mostly tapped out. People die and are born every day, the market will slow down but we’ll still be selling to all those new and potential customers at a steady rate.”

  That was a good point.

  “I don’t really want to have it out with them, but I will talk to them. They may already have plans in place to prevent such a thing, and they’re a powerful coven most other covens wouldn’t care to trifle with. What’s the split?”

  Cerise replied, “In ten years they’ll aim at cars, RVs, and trucks. The transition will depend on the car industry as well, so won’t be immediate. They’ll all have to retool, with electric cars finally being practical for longer commutes and trips. Other vehicle types on the ground as well, tractors, combines, forklifts, cranes, golf carts… you get the idea.

  “In twenty they’ll be going for aerospace, drones, planes, helicopters, satellites, space stations, and spaceships. Anything in the air. In thirty they’ll go after trains and all ocean craft including military ships and submarines, which will finish off the gasoline and diesel industries. Rocket and jet fuel may still be a thing, for supersonic jets, missiles, and rockets. I don’t think anything with a propeller can achieve those speeds. They’ll also go after miscellaneous things that are left, things they haven’t thought of yet.

  “Then in forty, buildings. Houses, commercial up to and including skyscrapers, and government.”

  I sighed, “Forty years sounds reasonable, for all the industries that will be impacted. I expect I’ll be spending a lot of time in court too, the whole time.”

  Lianne giggled, “Can anyone say biggest monopoly ever?”

  I chuckled, “Yeah, every aspect of the power industry, but it will be free energy after the purchase. We’re not charging them a fee to use it. I’m sure the coven is on top of that, as far as what we’ll be sued for and how to counter it.”

  Cerise said, “It’s likely everything will go electric as well, killing the natural gas industry. No one is going to want a monthly bill for gas, when they can buy an electric heating system and stove. Even in the camping industry, those Coleman stoves working off propane…” she trailed off, “Maybe not, people like to barbeque with propane, flame cooking will still be a thing, and they might not want to switch. Of course, there’s always wood and briquettes for that.”

  “Have we missed anything, Misty?”

  Misty replied so everyone could hear, “Generator and solar power industries will collapse, with outages and electric bills being a thing of the past. I also suspect the electronic industry will greatly change, move to supercapacitors, which are superior to batteries in every way save energy density, which will no longer be an issue.

  “Hobbyists will wish to purchase an electronic charging device pair to charge from a distance. For their remote-controlled drones, planes, and cars. The plan is to offer that for buildings, satellites, and such for now, but I’d advise adding a remote charging option for electronics as well.”

  “That’s a good idea, Misty. Send a message to the twins on it.”

  I looked over and did a double take, as she was lying on a non-existent lounger right next to mine in a dark blue bikini, and she was rubbing non-existent lotion into her non-existent sexy legs rather sensuously. Her petitely curvy and femininely soft body was amazing with all that skin and the swell of her breasts offered up in a delectable view.

  I felt that awkwardness again, as my A.I. engaged my libido.

  I cleared my throat, “Umm, what happened to the red robe dress?”

  Misty said in a warm matter of fact tone, “Your settings have not specified what I should be wearing, so I have the ability to choose based on the situation and as always, your tastes and preferences. This clothing, activity, and body language is appropriate to the location, joint activity, and what you all are wearing. I would stand out and look out of place if I was standing up and wearing a casual if business appropriate garment.”

  Yeah, her flawless non-existent skin was glistening with the non-existent suntan lotion, even the delightfully pert and soft silky swell of her breasts, did I mention? At the same time, she wasn’t really crossing the line into salacious or more than being playfully mischievous.

  I grunted, as her explanation had sounded reasonable and valid enough, and it wasn’t her fault even a little bit, so I said, “Carry on then,” and she winked my way as I laid my head back down.

  Lianne giggled and teased, “Is your A.I. distracting you, sir?” no doubt picking up the tightness in my voice.

  I gave her a look, but she just giggled harder, and even Cerise had a teasing smile tugging on the corner of her lips. No respect for the king of the gods, I snickered.

  Lianne asked, “What is she doing and wearing, exactly.”

  I groaned, and covered my eyes, in exaggerated playfulness, which made all three of them giggle.