I grinned, “I told you about the shifter tactile thing, we’re born cuddle sluts.”

  She bit her lip, “True, and while it was nice to hear, experiencing it is so much more than just hearing and hoping for it. It hit me harder than I thought it would. I mean… yeah. Words are cheap, and nothing to the awesomely sweet reality of being in your arms, valued and cherished, enjoyed just for the emotional intimacy.”

  I nodded, “That makes sense.”

  She winked, “You’re also a rock in my storm, calm and confident, imperturbable while I spiral manically in either anger or lust. It’s… really steadying in some senses, and the fact my crazy doesn’t bother you at all is priceless, you even seem to like it. I’m really not used to that, most people have to take me in small doses.”

  I smiled, “I told you when we first met you have a very warm energy, I do like it, Lianne.”

  She giggled, “I’m going to explode.”

  I snickered, “I promise, the feeling is mutual, your scents of your arousal and need have quite engendered my own, and we’ll leave as quicky as possible without being rude or abrupt.”

  She winked and squeezed my hand, “Yeah, I know you have to read before signing. I’ll survive.”

  I nodded in agreement, “That won’t take long, I’ll use magic to absorb the knowledge of the stack of paper.”

  She giggled, “So you really liked my idea?”

  “Brilliant. I’m going to set up all of that. There’ll also be a lot of options for interacting with the A.I., from silent notifications in augmented reality, to voice, to a full-blown augmented reality assistant that’s visible and seems to talk and accompany you. I mean the sound will be directional, or seem to be. Any and all combinations of that. The assistant will also be able to track inventory, groceries, health, work outs, count calories taken in and expended, and call the police if their host is rendered unconscious or harmed.”

  She snickered, “Fully customizable?” she asked with a playfully suggestive lilt.

  I nodded, “Sure, voice, face, hair, eyes, body type, gender, clothes, demeanor, even personality to a certain extent. I suppose even a semi-flirty demeanor, but no adult options if that’s what you’re thinking, no perverts will be dressing them like a schoolgirl and having them swing around a virtual stripper pole. Offering that kind of option would be a mistake, if they want porn they can download and play a three-dimensional hologram like everyone else.”

  She giggled, “That is probably for the best. Here they come.”

  I nodded. I’d felt the three of them head back in our direction as well.

  She teased, “It is interesting though, that the example your mind came up with was a stripper dressed in a slutty Catholic schoolgirl outfit pole dancing.”

  I cleared my throat, “Umm, there was this one girl… well let’s just say that example popped into my mind from experience, not my imagination.”

  She giggled, “So, you don’t…”

  “Didn’t say that either,” I winked, “But dressing up and role play isn’t something I’d ask for from a lover. It was her seductive kink, not mine, I just enjoyed it.”

  She bit her lip, “Damn, even when you’re a pervert you say the right thing. Do you already have that, I mean, A.I.s aren’t free, and they don’t grow on trees.”

  “Genius teen in his second year of college over in China. I bought the rights for an A.I. that’s as good as anything on the market for twenty million. Unlimited instances, and of course they’ll all learn and become their own person, as they adjust to their owner’s preferences and needs. As far as level, they’re aware of the world and their master, but not really self-aware. As far as the magic goes, most of it’s done, I just need to make sure I can incorporate all the new ideas with what’s there already.”

  Our rather off-color conversation ended as the slow-moving matriarch came out of the backdoor and walked across the raised patio deck. Meara walked forward and placed a stack of papers in front of me, and the words of a spell fell from my lips to absorb it into my mind. I still had to review it in my head, but it was a lot faster that way. It also helped that I’d checked by wanting to know, and they’d covered themselves and me fairly well in the agreement.

  I hadn’t expected any tricks in their dealings, but it was always good to verify trust, if only because people made honest mistakes.

  Kelsey said wistfully, “I wish I had that spell.”

  “Poppy seeds and forget me nots for memory, oak bark for knowledge. So it’s pretty cheap for the sacrificial components of the spell,” then I enunciated the three words of the spell carefully. Witches needed components, while a god’s power compensated and all we needed were the words.

  Kelsey grinned, “Thank you!”

  I signed both copies of the contract, and then Ciara did the same, and Kelsey stamped the notary seal and initialed. At that point, I pulled out the combined spells and necessary list of components with exact measurements, and I handed it over as I took my copy of the contract.

  Ciara said, “It’s a pleasure doing business with you. Either Kelsey or Meara will be in touch with monthly progress and financial reports, and a projected timeline for going live in each phase.”

  “You too and thank you. That sounds more than good enough.”

  Especially since I could just want to know about the project, and find out everything they’d done, had planned, and the expenses and earnings in a flat second. But getting reports would cover that nicely, just like running queries on the council database would cover up the fact I was just using my power to gather important information and indications of abuse of power.

  If reality and the council database or business reports were ever at odds… well, I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.

  Chapter Seven

  Lianne was a hot mess when we teleported into the living room. The scorching kiss and her wild panting and groping at my pants told me that when this happened foreplay was not only unnecessary but contraindicated. I never begrudged foreplay, even enjoyed working a woman up, but sometimes a hot and heavy quickie was just a quickie, and sometimes a woman just needed to be taken.

  I gripped her by her light golden-brown hair, and I spun her around with the left and pushed her over the couch. She let out an excited breathy gasp into the cushion, that told me I was on the right track, even as she wriggled and stuck her ass up high. I put my fingers on the side of her skirt, and I pushed it up her legs and over her hips, around her waist, and in the same unwasted movement hooked my thumbs around her panties on the way back down over her hips, dragging them down to her lower thighs. They were black and lacy that time.

  My nostrils flared as I worked my own pants open, her generous labia were glistening as brightly as her golden tinged light brown hair in the sunlight. I swatted her once hard, making her cry out in shocked surprise, then lined up and slammed in.

  “Damn, baby, so good around me, so hot and snug,” I grunted as I started to pound my dick into her with hard drives. Each and every slide through her wet and snug sex more delicious and satiny wet friction than the last, as the heat, pleasure of her soft and snug walls gripping me, and her sexy sounds and scents of arousal and growing pleasure inundated me.

  “This is what you need, isn’t it, baby.” I asked in firm statement, giving her another swat as I buried it hard, our bodies fully meeting and every one of my fat eight plus inches buried in the paradise of her hot flesh.

  She convulsed and gripped me, churning me with a wriggling gyration with her clenching and rippling sex as she got used to me.

  “Yes, Liam. Oh god, yes. I needed exactly this. Fuck me,” she said that last breathily, with another tight clench and grind back against me to milk me hard, as she arched her back and raised her ass higher.

  She was always moving, gyrating, squeezing, or rocking her body and hips.

  Needless to say perhaps, the pleasure she was giving me with her manic movements and wantonly lustful need was masterful, and that along with the words had me twitch hard in the depths of her heavenly passage. I had no doubt even if I stood there and did nothing, her writhing and milking pussy would extract a load in short order. Of course, that would never happen.

  I reached forward and gripped her hair with my fist, pulling back firmly as I gave her another harsh swat to the other ass cheek. Just enough for a slight sting and delicious burn in her ass, as I started to pound her with long and hard movements. Unforgiving and merciless drives of my cock through the pleasure of her tight sheath, sent potency gusts of pleasure through my body and had my cock surging.

  She gasped, her body trembling and writhing, while her pussy rippled and squeezed. Her hips were gyrating so subtly as I slammed home again and again, watching her sexy little pear-shaped ass cheeks vibrate and shake with our every titanic joining. She felt amazing around me, making it better for me with an eager wantonness that stole my breath, and the myriad pleasures of her body were exquisite.

  She panted wildly, “Ohmygod, oh god, oh yes, oh yes, oh Liam… Ohmygod! So good, so full, so good. Don’t stop, spank me, spank me hard, ohmygod,” she cried out as I spanked her hard, “Yes!” and her body splintered around me, rippling and clenching as my balls and thighs were soaked. Her wild keening pants and wanton gasps for breath as her pussy quivered mightily around me and her body trembled in ecstasy all had me racing for my own finish as her body milked my powerfully driving cock hard with each and every movement.

  I grunted, sucked a thumb into my mouth soaking it with spit, then I stuck it in her clenching ass as my fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheek. She howled in shocked pleasure, clenching around both my thumb and my cock as I kept driving her through the downslope of her orgasm. I didn’t have to move my thumb really, just hold it still, her writhing body and my driving cock did all the work there of churning and making it slide in and out of her tight little ass as she wriggled wildly.

  She said, “Oh god, that feels so good. I’m going to cum again, oh god, Liam. Liam. My Liam, pound me, never stop fucking me. Oh gods, oh my god! Liam!” she screamed, as she creamed around my cock, her ass clenching and her pussy writhing and convulsing around my plowing length. She felt so good around me as I penetrated deeply into the satiny rippling heat of her hot lithe body.

  I grunted, “Baby, going to fill you now,” in a deep voice, then slammed home and released all my controls. The pleasure was unstoppable anyway, and I wanted to feel the full measure of it as I emptied myself into her sexy body.

  My balls boiled and tightened, as my cock surged and expanded further, then there was nothing but the howling pleasure, the feel of her hot flesh milking me powerfully, and her sweet gasps and pants of ecstasy as we rode the heights of pleasure as one. It was an eternity of pleasure that ended far too soon, the last pulse draining my balls and ecstasy as we crashed to Earth.

  I continued to grind her a little longer, as her orgasms were a lot longer than mine. Then carefully pulled my thumb out, and I caressed her ass softly as I pulled out my cock.

  She sighed in loss, then giggled breathlessly as I spun and scooped her up, only to walk around the end of the couch and collapse onto the cushion, cradling her both tight and gently. She kissed me languidly, then started to kiss my neck with butterfly kisses and soft sighs of decadent enjoyment as I stroked her back and soft silky hair, and her legs with my other hand.

  “So, you enjoyed that thumb?”

  She moaned affirmatively, “I love anal play, but your cock is never going in there.”

  I laughed, “I’ve heard that before, even from anal enthusiasts. Too fat.”

  She giggled, “Yes, that. But fingers, tongues, thin vibrators, are all on the table.”

  I hummed, “Noted. Spanking?”

  She snicker-giggled against my neck, “You were perfect, exactly what I needed. Not punishing, nor weak, just enough to add delicious heat and a wicked sting to the mix.”

  Her lips made it back up to mine, and I drowned in the scent of feel of her, as our lips danced teasingly, playfully, and languidly sweet. She moaned as her hand found my cock hard already, and she wriggled around, straddled me, and mounted me. She let out the sexiest little hiss of pleasure as she stared deeply into my eyes and impaled herself on me.

  Her eyes weren’t manic or wild anymore, they were sweet and adoring, sensually warm and even affectionate as she started to slowly gyrate and rock on me, churning, rising and falling, and grinding me, all while giving me playful squeezes as her hands caressed my neck and shoulders.

  Her lips slightly parted with a decadent sigh, “I could do this forever,” as she gave me a particularly potent clench and grind, milking me hard and luxuriously slow and she let out a gasp of her own.

  I moaned, and grinned, “I could let you,” as I started to grind up into her, matching her pattern and complementing it.

  She moaned as her eyes glazed, “Gods, you know how to use that cock.”

  I shrugged, “I just pay attention to my partner. You’re the incredible one. You are so sexy, baby.”

  She bit her lip alluringly, her eyes flashing with heat and a surge of pleasure. She was giving herself to me in that moment, her body anyway, with adoring intensity in her every movement and gaze into my eyes. Her doe eyes wide with rapture and delight in me.

  It was impossible to believe I’d only just met her, thirty-six hours ago now.

  I started to play with her tits, soft and gentle, teasing brushes of her nipples with wet thumbs, while I imagined there was more than a little adoration in my gaze as well. Her wide doe eyes so intense and warm, her severe and exotically beautiful face twisted into a tableau of pleasure and decadence. A suffusive joy in pleasure and our joining that was utterly breathtaking to see.

  She said softly, “I’ve been thinking. You have the database, and the businesses are already getting started. I don’t think we need to wait two weeks, I don’t need that anymore.”

  “You don’t want me to yourself anymore?”

  She giggled, “I’ll always be at your side. The idea of adding another to our fun, and of course setting her up in an office and take care of the little things, sounds appealing. My mind’s a little fogged right now, I don’t think I’m saying it right. I mean, it makes sense to settle in your admin assistant before things start to get crazy, and…” she blushed, “A threesome and blowing your mind sound hot. I’m kind of curious myself.”

  I grinned, “I see, wicked woman.”

  She blushed, and then bit her lip as her eyes smoldered and glazed over with pleasure.

  “I’m just… yes, that.”

  I laughed, and she blushed harder, then started to ride me a little more vigorously. Harder clenches, higher rises and falls, larger circling grinds that stirred our sexes together, and rippling and writhing milking action that had me moaning and panting for her as I got lost in her sexy and sweet doe brown eyes, and the pleasure we were making together.

  She was just… exquisite, both in beauty and in bedroom talents. Overwhelming in a way I’ve never experienced before.

  “Well, after dinner, we have to wait for nighttime.”

  She said, “Liam.”

  “Lianne.”

  She said breathily, “Liam, oh goddess, riding you is so good.”

  I gripped her hips as she started to tremble, then went over into a delicious orgasm that riddled through her body. I slouched further down the couch, set my feet firmly on the floor and grabbed her waist and held her up a bit. Then I started to drive myself up into her hard and fast, grinding and pounding, and she started to bounce helplessly with a cry of shock as I bumped up her orgasmic bliss more than a few levels.

  Her pert and supple tits started to bounce and shake riotously, jiggle madly, and her eyes glazed over and she whimpered in pleasure as I took her hard from below. The amazing silken friction and wild writhing of her hot pussy around my cock sent potent waves of pleasure through me.

  And through it all, we never broke our intense and adoring gaze.

  She rolled right into a second orgasm, and I pulled her down even as I slammed and pushed up into her. Grinding her hard and continuously as the pleasure overwhelmed my senses and befuddled my mind.

  I grunted, “Baby!” and I filled her tight milking snatch with a second load of my seed. The pleasure of my potent release into the blissful depths her hot flesh was exquisite, and I thought it would never end, but of course it did. We both crashed down to Earth, and she collapsed onto me with wild giggles of pleasure and joy.

  There were two kinds of vampire rogues. The first was a transient kind that never lasted long. They were the lawbreakers. People that generally had lived a good life and passed their vampire master’s vigorous standards and testing, but the new power and ambition of being a vampire were just too much for their self-control. They felt too powerful to be stopped, so a potential killer for instance, who had refrained out of fear of the law, could turn into a vampire on a killing spree. Or a potential rapist, or thief, it was a pattern of ambition run wild because of the power involved.

  That really didn’t happen often, most of the time such tendencies were found early, long before a new turn was allowed out of the kiss mansion or home.

  The other kind of rogue were longer lived, though they did live a risky existence without the protection of the kiss. They had to find and secure places from the sun without the money and backing of their kiss’s brothers and sisters, or the daytime guardians they hired. The lucky ones might eventually amass enough wealth to start a kiss of their own, but most lived a borderline existence on the edges of society. Not breaking the law or killing but feeding where they could and living in fear of some psycho pulling them out into the sunlight.

  That was another thing kisses had an advantage in. Feeding. Blood and feeding pleasure groupies always went to the kisses, not Anna the vampire’s studio apartment on the shitty side of town, if that made sense. So a lot of rogue yet law abiding vampires wound up doing what they had to. Before the supernatural had been revealed to mankind, it’d been easier for them, a quick compulsion and just about anyone would be a happy snack and forget it happened afterward.