“She had several good ideas tonight,” Sebastian replied, filling her with his cock and himself with the sensation of a magnificent woman.
“I was not meaning to complain,” Reaper continued, “simply making an observation.”
“Shane’s on his way with Renata and the Representative.” This time it was Lillian making the announcement as she, Clara, and Coramen made their appearances known. Clara made a point to sit where Shamira could periodically see her, and she had a smile that let Shamira know that Clara would have her turn later.
Sebastian was driving hard, angling himself to nail her sweet spot. It didn’t take long before he was able to make her cum, feeling her clench greedily at him with her sex. More and more people came into the room as he continued to fuck her, digging his thumbs into her asshole and eliciting more pleasurable sensations there. Yosyp didn’t seem to be in much of a rush, pulling his rod out and slapping Shamira’s face with it.
Sebastian felt his own climax approaching, and he made sure he was as deep as he could go before releasing his seed. It was one of those good cums where he needed a minute after the last drop had been squeezed from his cock before he could pull himself free.
“Turn about is fair play,” Yosyp said, pulling out of Shamira’s mouth. “Valeska, change back.” Shortly thereafter, there was a lean, nude, attractive woman lying on the table. He maneuvered her until her butt was on the edge of the table and her legs were spread to accommodate him. Then he looked at Sebastian. “Might I borrow your pet for a bit?”
When Sebastian nodded his consent, Yosyp had Shamira sit directly behind Valeska, after which the weresnake leaned back against her. Shamira wrapped her muscular legs around the assassin’s midsection, then Yosyp leaned over and whispered something to her. Then, Shamira whispered something to the woman in her arms.
“Tap me on the arm when you want me to stop.”
Valeska looked confused, but that look went away when Shamira locked her in a modified sleeper hold. Valeska, as everyone in the house had been told, was seriously into asphyxiaphilia, meaning she got off on being choked or deprived of oxygen during sex. For Valeska, the ability to orgasm depended on it, so every dom in the house had been getting training in the art.
Shamira knew how to choke someone out from her academy days, so she was confident she could help her friend achieve the release she needed. And she could see the eagerness in the submissive’s eyes before she turned back to her master for the evening, waiting for him to penetrate her. As soon as he did, she felt Shamira’s arms constrict.
Shamira took it easy at first, wanting to let Yosyp build a little momentum before she started to help out. Of course he was going to tease her for a bit, pulling out, holding himself at the entrance to her body, then slamming in again. Shamira flexed her arms, cutting off her friend’s oxygen supply. She held on, watching Valeska’s body be used for a vampire’s pleasure, inspiring her own. She felt for signs of Valeska’s body weakening too much, possibly even too much to signal . . . no, there it was. The woman knew how much her body could take and lightly tapped Shamira’s arm, earning herself several deep breaths of air.
Valeska’s body was reacting favorably to this treatment, having already developed a thin layer of sweat as her muscles tightened. After a few moments, Shamira tightened her grip again. After several sessions of this, Valeska came like an earthquake, trembling violently as her heightened senses allowed her to reach a state of heavenly bliss.
“If you are all quite through,” Shane said from the end of the table, “we can get to business.” He was smiling though, and Yosyp, Sebastian, and even Valeska responded with good-natured grins. Shamira looked away from the boss and slid into a chair next to Clara.
Shane noticed the diss, but since it wasn’t blatant, he let it pass. “For the moment, there are no dominants or submissives. I need everyone thinking and speaking their minds. What do you all think of the meeting?”
Each of the members of the house spoke up while Shane and the Representative listened. Many noted that the magical community was afraid and while not many took Lacroix’s stance, there was serious concern about hate crimes and the retaliations they might spawn. Sebastian bypassed his turn, saying that Shamira would report the findings for that team. So when it got to be Shamira’s turn —
“I’m not sure whether or not this is something I’m supposed to talk about,” she started. “It involves an accusation against one of the delegates.”
Alessandra looked at the doors, which were promptly closes. “Princess Coramen, can you ensure secrecy? It is a common spell for faeries I believe.”
The little woman floated to the center of the room, chanting and gesturing. A smell of fresh pine wafted through the room on a magical breeze and then, “Done. For the moment, this room is a secret place.”
“Excellent. Now, Lady Shamira?”
“Okay, I . . . I looked at Lacroix with Shadow Sight and I saw something kinda weird.”
Shane raised an eyebrow. “Define weird?”
“It was like I could see his blood. Or at least something that was hiding in his blood. And the way he acted during the debates was really weird. His eyes, the way he moved . . . what if he’s on morning star?”
Henry growled. “That’s one hell of an accusation, even for someone like Lacroix.”
“But it fits!” she replied excitedly. “The way he’s acting is consistent with morning star’s symptoms. His constant challenges to you in spite of the Tribunal’s orders, the arrogance that he showed, the jittery movement, and the eyes all fit. The morning star trade could be providing the capital for all these attacks on this house.”
“The way that his security chief had to almost restrain him, like he wasn’t in control of his own faculties, is another tell,” Sebastian contributed.
Shane looked deep in thought. “I am hesitant to accuse him of consuming the drug,” he started slowly watching Shamira’s reactions, “but if you saw something odd about his blood, then there is something warranting investigation. The financial connection is viable.” He looked at Alessandra. “How much leeway is the Tribunal willing to give me in pursuing this investigation?”
The Representative stood up. “There is something that you all should know. Lord Stapleton has been pushing for more authority in pursuing this issue, but the Tribunal requested that he hold back. Regime changes can be messy, and it was something that we did not want or need heading into the announcement.”
“This evening showed that Lord Lacroix is going to make things difficult for all of us, if not outright defying us. Any official approval for outright conflict will need a vote of the full Tribunal, but I have already been instructed that Lord Stapleton’s house may do whatever it feels necessary to defend itself, its lands, and the Tribunal’s interests in this region.”
Shane stood next to his creator. “From this moment on, I am slipping the leashes from the members of my house. Yosyp, Bunny, Bangaly, Bjorne . . . you all will work with the security team to keep the peace in my territories. Henry, I want you, Sebastian, Shamira, and the assassins to head into Lacroix’s lands. Find out what he’s up to and how he’s financing his operations. I want to know who may be allied with him, and what his role is in the morning star trade. If it turns out that he isn’t involved, then find out who is.” He looked around. “Once our guests are on their way, then our job begins. Now, patrols will continue until tomorrow evening since we still have guests, so I’m canceling ‘play time’ until . . . Oh stop whining,” he said as several “awhs” drifted up from the room. At least one of them was from Sebastian, which made Shamira smirk. She slid her hand into his lap, stroking him through his pants.
‘What the hell,’ she thought, ‘he deserves some kind of consolation.’
“Okay, you’re teasing,” he groaned.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sure you’ll make me pay for it sometime.” She got up and headed to the armory.
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The next night . . .
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“Please, come in!” Kira said anxiously, rubbing her hands on her apron as Shamira, Clara, and Sebastian stood outside the the door. She gawked a little when she saw the werespider . . . Sebastian had that effect on women. “We weren’t expecting you for another hour, so I haven’t had a chance to clean up yet. Who . . . who’s your friend?”
Shamira smiled. “This is Sebastian. I’m working with him on that investigation I told you about, so I thought you should meet since you may need to interact with him directly. Sebastian, this is Kira Blanks.”
Sebastian gave Kira a smile that made the girl’s knees buckle, and then he kissed her hand. He knew about the condition that afflicted both Kira and her husband, but he understood it and wasn’t afraid to be near them. The Blanks needed more people like that around. “Very pleased to meet you,” he said.
“Very meet to pleased you too,” she stammered. “Okay, that wasn’t even English was it? Arthur! Honey! Our guests have arrived.”
Arthur Blanks stumbled out of the single bedroom of the small apartment he and his wife shared. They lived frugally, saving as much money as they could for current and future treatment of the HIV that flowed in both their veins. The apartment was actually quite tidy, with pleasant-smelling candles burning on a number of surfaces, and the overall decorating theme was goth inspired. Arthur was tucking his black silk shirt into his pants “Uhm . . . hi? Okay, not the impression I wanted to make here.”
“It’s alright. I’ll tell all the other vampires that you were dark, mysterious, and dignified.” Shamira introduced him to Sebastian, then they settled down for business.