She hadn’t taken that into account, stupid mage. Warlock’s always went bad eventually and grasped for more power than they could handle. Fucking boohoo, might as well get angry at the tides. How was she supposed to see it coming? They were supposed to kill the crazy one, and bring in the new one. Nothing easier, or more fun.

  Still, perhaps it wouldn’t come to war. Her agents were keeping an eye on the last Moore, apparently he’d managed to keep himself alive with the help of his sluts, so far. Maybe he’d actually live and things would settle down, and if not, it had been a while since she saw a whole city meltdown. Maybe Chicago would burn once again. Come to think of it, that’d been the last time she miscalculated this badly. That could be fun too, as long as she wasn’t inconvenienced too much. Still, it irked her that she hadn’t accounted for everything.

  Oh my, her new human slave was a bit talented, she gasped and actually arched her back as the pleasure overshadowed her thoughts and exploded from her center, inundating her body in waves of bliss. She softly petted his hair as she came down, showing approval to her new pet. Maybe she would even pleasure him as she promised, if he kept it up she would even want to, it was rare to find such a talented and beautiful slave…

  Chapter 11

  I put the book away as the wards warned me the mages were back. This time there were only six though, instead of twelve. The tunnel was still secure, so maybe the others were blocking the other side?

  I felt like a bit of a coward, hiding behind the walls and wards of the estate, but I knew that was stupid. A few hours ago I knew nothing of magic, I was sure the attackers had decades of experience in magic and battle, I’d need every edge I could get. Once I learned some spells, and how to wield Krystal better, I’d be a bit more confident.

  This whole thing was absolutely nuts, every once in a while I’d think maybe it’d be better if Ben had just been a serial killer, but then I looked at Malina and Lilliana, and those thoughts flew. It was all mixed up in my head. Lust, pleasure, desire, Lilliana was sworn as my servant, Malina was in it for the power and souls yes, but just as clearly for the sex too. Despite all that, I was already sure I wouldn’t give either of them up without a fight.

  What can I say? Really good sex makes men stupid.

  “They’re back, I’m not sure about tactics involving you two, do you have a plan, or?”

  Malina kissed Lilliana and then turned to me, “Nope, we’ll just stand here and look pretty.”

  Lilliana chuckled, “We are your protection. Not your offense. Especially right now, when we’re behind the wards in your stronghold. Magic and enemies can be unpredictable, the last thing I need to do is go out there and kill a few people only to have someone sneak by and put a dagger in your back.

  “It’s unlikely, but possible, so we are with you always, unless you send us away. Which… please don’t do that, ever.”

  Malina innocently smiled at me, I don’t know how she pulled it off, but she looked so… innocent, yet seductive at the same time. I suddenly wondered if that said more about me than it did about her, as a succubus she could probably become and act like anything or anyone she wanted. Apparently, I liked the idea of ravaging an innocent woman that craved wild sex.

  Malina’s smile grew larger, which made me certain I was correct, and then she said, “Lil is right, we belong beside you, not off flanking the enemy. If you need that one day, you’d best learn how to summon and bind lesser demons and send them instead. Just don’t forget, I do help you by just standing here, those mages are limited to their personal power, as a warlock you have all the infernal magic you can siphon from me as backup. Plus, if your enemies get to close, you’ll be glad we’re here to protect you.”

  I nodded, I wouldn’t forget again. I closed my eyes, the mages were gathering close to the house, and they formed a circle right in front of the spot where I’d found the breech. I didn’t feel bad about what was about to happen. These assholes had killed my uncle, who probably deserved it, but they’d also killed all my brothers, cousins, other uncles, and possibly my father. After all, I was the last Moore. I wondered then if we had any females in the family bloodline, probably not if our demon patron was a succubus.

  The circle of mages built up with power and attacked the house like a battering ram, I felt the containment wards resisting it, and then activated an offensive ward, it sent the magic at the circle like a feedback circuit. The magic shifted again and started to drain right into the ground. I was prepared for that, and activated another attack ward, while pulling infernal magic from Malina. I acted as the conduit between Malina and the ward.

  Sickly green balefire shot out of the side of the house and hit the mage guiding the circle, burning into his personal shield. I kept up the pressure, and he was dealing with three things now, his own attack, the feedback over his own attack which wanted to burn out his mind, and everyone else in the circle, and now balefire trying to eat through his shields and roast him on the spot.

  I was pretty busy too, trying to maintain three things at once myself. The containment ward and two offensive wards at the same time, yet I had more power to pull upon than his circle did. The only question was, if my stamina and concentration to guide all that magic would hold. I might have had a bottomless resource of magic, but not of will, and I was new at this magic thing on top of everything else.

  I was sweating with the effort when his personal shield winked out, and he screamed as he was set on fire. His grounding effect failed at that point, and the feedback of magic started to snuff the minds of the men in the circle, as well as burn out their magic, they went down one by one dying in shock.

  The last mage moved and grabbed the leader under the arms, and my feedback spell died, and once again the balefire was hitting a shield. The other mage dragged the leader back, and I let off on the ward spells with relief, and collapsed back into the char. The leader’s skin was blackened, and he was unconscious, but I had a feeling he wasn’t quite dead.

  The mage dragged him away from the house’s perimeter, and the wards lost contact with them.

  “There are four dead mages outside, the leader got away, and so did one of the others in his circle. I burned the crap out of him though, so he might still die if he doesn’t get healing quickly. Umm, is that a thing?”

  I’d just assumed.

  Malina giggled. Demons shouldn’t giggle, it was disconcerting.

  “Yes, healing magic is a thing, natural healers are rare, but there are spells for it. Plus, vampire blood, but you know all about that one, don’t you?”

  I reached up and rubbed my chest, how had I forgotten I’d been shot twice in the chest, just five or six hours ago?

  I nodded, “Lil saved me,” I said in a quiet voice. Suddenly this felt all too real, I’d been running on adrenaline and sex this whole time, half my thinking had been with my cock, at least half. My hands started to shake as it all truly sunk in. I had a pact with a demon, I controlled magic, spells, balefire, shields, detected magic and could summon and command lesser demons.

  I could bargain for souls, and take power and life in the deal.

  I felt soft hands on my face, and looked up at an angel. Fallen yes, but still so beautiful.

  “Lina…” I didn’t know what to say.

  She kissed my forehead, so gently it was shocking, did she really care about me? I got she did this for power, and so she could come to Earth, but that didn’t mean other reasons couldn’t be involved as well, did it? Or was I just naïve past stupidity?

  Malina said softly, “You’re in shock, it’s been a hell of a day, no pun intended,” she smiled, “You need food, and sleep. I’ll keep watch, and wake you if they come back, I doubt they will today, you kicked their asses. Lil will take care of you.”

  First Lil found some food, and more water. I ate even if I wasn’t really that hungry, and was kind of braindead while doing it. I was in shock. When I finished and drank down the bottle of water I moved to get up.

  I stood and my legs were a bit shaky. Lilliana took my arm, and led me up the stairs to the master bedroom. She undressed herself, then me, and we both slipped under the covers. I knew I was in shock, because Lilliana was stunningly beautiful and sexy, and my cock hadn’t even twitched.

  She looked a little nervously at me, “You don’t mind, do you master?” her voice brimmed with vulnerability, as if afraid I’d reject her.

  I shook my head. Did I mind that the beautiful vampire who obeyed my every whim and desire wanted to share my bed? Of course not. Plus, she was warm, soft, and her presence was comforting as I pulled her tightly against my side. I let myself go, and tried to fall into sleep. Hopefully I’d have my shit together when I woke up.

  I woke up and felt much better. I was still a little freaked, but I was able to think, and the truth was it felt right. My life had been on hold so long while being under the spell that suppressed my magic and forced others away from me, that I felt like I was finally living. I glanced over at the clock and my eyes widened slightly. I’d only been asleep less than three hours. I felt like I’d slept for weeks.

  My cock was waking up too, the soft silky feel of Lilliana’s skin against mine, and her breasts pushed against me as she rested her head on my shoulder started to give me ideas. I gently rolled her onto her back, and she mewled in protest, but didn’t wake up. I pulled the sheet down, and took a long leisurely look up and down her body. Something I hadn’t had a chance to truly do yet.

  Her chestnut brown hair, full lips, and long graceful neck were beautiful, and then I took in her body. She was toned, but her skin was soft and supple, her breasts were firm, and I smiled as I saw her nipples tighten in the cooler air of the room. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned to her curvy lithe body, a full C cup, rounded, and firm enough to stand up straight while she lay on her back.

  I couldn’t help but reach out and caress her stomach, and tease the bottom of her breasts. Then I put my lips on her skin, and kissed my way down her body. The scent of her core made my cock twitch as I slipped my tongue between her silken folds for a taste of her. She arched her back and gasped, and I felt her fingers entwine in my hair as I teased them open with the tip of my tongue for another taste. Guess I’d woke her up.

  I moaned in approval, she tasted exquisite, and I got to work on pleasuring her.

  She whispered, “By hell’s fires, don’t stop master…”

  I smiled and flicked her clit with my tongue, and then slid a hand along her leg, up her thigh, and slid a finger into her warm heaven as I sucked on her folds, and teased her clit with light flicks. It was so damned good to feel her squirm under my tongue and fingertips, and to hear her whimper, as I teasingly and slowly brought her to orgasm.

  She gasped out, “Master!” and arched her back, her thighs locked around my head and squeezed like a vise, as I did my best to lick through and extend her pleasure.

  I couldn’t wait any longer, her responsiveness to my touch, the way she felt, scented, and tasted had driven me insane with lust. Even as she came down from my ministrations I knelt, grabbed her legs, and flipped her over. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to her knees, and drove into her from behind, burying myself in her wet, tight, silken core in one violent thrust.

  We gasped together.

  She said sultrily, “Fuck me master, hard… please…”

  I had the thought to tell her she could call me Shawn, but then, maybe not… just not in bed I mean.

  I teased her, and pulled it out slowly, she mewled in complaint, and I spanked her hard drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure from her lips. Then I reached forward, grabbed her beautiful and shiny chestnut hair, and pulled back firmly as I thrust forward as hard and quickly as I could.

  Then I went to town and started to drill her hard and fast, and she went crazy. She started to thrust back into me just as hard as I was ravaging her. She squirmed, bucked, mewled, panted, and gasped as I spanked and fucked her as hard as I could. The harder I spanked her, the more she begged for it again, and even harder.

  I wasn’t cruel, but I had no real reason to hold back, she was a vampire and not only could take it, but was loving the rough sex as I plowed her until she collapsed in another orgasm. The hot wet friction of her pleasure tripled as she attained ecstasy, clamping me like a vice and rippling up and down my entire length. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and buried myself deep as I exploded into her, lost in the pleasure as I filled her up, her greedy core still rippling, milking me for my seed as I was overcome with orgasmic bliss.

  I was still coming down when I felt a pat on my ass, and then it was squeezed lightly. I felt her presence behind me, and she pushed her breasts into my back, and started to caress my chest.

  Malina whispered in my ear, the tone dripped of innocence, but the words were anything but, “Can you do that again for me warlock, I’ve been… very bad, and need a spanking.”

  My cock had been softening inside Lilliana, not anymore, I was instantly hard, and very sure I could do exactly that…

  I was completely exhausted, and most definitely sated, as I lay collapsed between Lilliana and Malina, both of them cuddled up against me as we basked in the afterglow of great sex.

  “So, did I sleep for twenty-seven hours, or three hours?”

  Malina giggled, I guessed I’d better get used to an innocent looking giggling demon, because I doubted she would change.

  Lilliana replied, “Three, you won’t need as much sleep now. Two or three hours a night.”

  “Well, that leaves a lot of time for learning spells, and how to defend myself.”

  Malina kissed my shoulder, “And pacts, and lots of sex. But you’re right, you should focus on studying spells and physical fighting until you’re caught up, or at least competent.”

  I wanted to take offense at that, I was pretty handy in a fight. But I really couldn’t, take offense that is. I was handy in a fight with thugs and gang members, but vampire, shifters, and mages would bring a whole new level of hurt to the game.

  Reluctantly, I got up out of bed and jumped in the shower. I wasn’t alone long before they were both joining me, and I felt both silly, and quite pampered, as Malina cleaned my front, and Lilliana got the back. I just sort of stood there, when I tried to clean Malina in return, she just patted my hand away. I supposed it was just as well, if she hadn’t we might not have gotten out of the shower for a very long time.

  Dressed and back downstairs in the underground den office, I pulled out the book. I knew I should focus on spells for now, but I was curious about pacts, and what was involved. It wouldn’t do any harm to look at the basics, and then I could get back to spells after that, and ignore the rest on pacts until I needed details.

  I wasn’t really done with wards yet either, I had a good grounding in the basics already, but I’d have to revisit it once things calmed down, and learn all the intricacies involved. If I kept thinking about everything I’d have to learn, I’d no doubt get depressed and learn nothing. So I got myself on track.

  I brought up the information on creating deals with mortals. I was surprised at how easy it was, relatively.

  There were two spells involved to start with, that were more divination magic than anything else. The spells would guide me to the kind of situation I was looking for. One spell would find a woman who would be willing to carry my child, and raise it, in return for something she wanted, that was also within my power to give.

  The second spell was much the same, only it was for those, man or woman, that were willing to give up their souls for what they wanted, and again, what they wanted in return would be something within my power to grant, either directly or through Malina.

  The trick was, in both cases, I couldn’t use any spells to guarantee the outcome, or influence the human I was making the deal with, it had to be their decision and done in free will. I imagined that’s where the history in the book would come in handy, Sal would be able to show me how my ancestors talked people into it.

  Once that was done, the spell for binding was a part of my amulet, so that would probably be the easiest part. Once we both agreed, I’d seal it with a spell. In the first example, I’d then impregnate the woman and give her what she wanted. In the second kind of deal or pact I could make, in return for me granting the person what they wanted, the person would lose a small part of their soul to be split between me and Malina, which would make me both more powerful, and add several years to my lifespan.

  The rest of their soul, the majority of it, was theirs to keep until they died, and when that happened, Malina got the rest. I wasn’t sure how I felt about all that, it was very Faustian, but I was sure both Malina and I would benefit. I also saw no reason to believe that Malina was only interested in that power, surely if she didn’t like me, or my line perhaps, she could find another Warlock.

  I’d also been thinking about all that had been said so far. I believed Malina when she said I’d have a harem of her sisters and daughters in hell when I died. Kind of the ultimate retirement.

  Of course, there was always a catch. In this case, I’d have that for as long as the pact was kept.

  I wasn’t sure what would happen if I failed to keep the pact, to me and all my ancestors who were currently guests in Malina’s little comfy corner of hell. If I died, was killed, before I had an heir, our pact would be broken, she would be stuck in hell until she found someone else, and I had a feeling my family wouldn’t be having sex and parties anymore.

  What had she said earlier today? If you die doing something stupid, I’ll be stuck down in hell with you, and in a very bad mood. Yeah, subtle, but definitely a threat. Failing sounded like a really bad idea to me. The silver lining of course, was that she wanted me to succeed, and would help me do it. Lilliana would be a huge help as well, and her loyalties were much more firmly in my corner, if only because she would die if I do, but I felt like it was much more than that.