“I know,” she grinned. “There’s gotta be a couple dozen other angels in here… and not one of them can see me doing this with you now.”
She may as well have been giving him a lapdance. Alex felt her flesh slide across his. Lorelei’s dextrous hands helped Rachel along, smoothly relieving her of her drawstring panties without the slightest disruption of their foreplay.
Rachel teased the head of his cock with her wet labia, sliding along his length as she purred and nibbled on his neck.
Lorelei’s lips came against his ear again. “Be a good victim, love,” she whispered with a teasing smile. “Just for now. Allow us to dote upon you. Tend to Rachel’s passion, and to my hunger.”
The music changed. The crowd danced. Shielded by Lorelei’s enchantments, the three lovers found privacy within the mob. Casual glances revealed just another trio of dancing people, and nothing more.
Not a soul outside their embrace knew a thing as Alex lifted Rachel’s thigh to his hip and slowly probed the wetness between her legs with his cock. Rachel’s eyes fluttered and she gave off soft little breaths of gratitude and need as she hung from his shoulders. She was light as a feather against him.
He slipped his other hand along her opposite thigh and lifted that, too. Rachel moaned with joy as she slid fully onto him. She squeezed his hips with her thighs and ultimately hugged both Alex and Lorelei with her legs as she accepted him into herself.
Lorelei moaned with her. Her breath and voice against Alex’s ear was as sensuous as a kiss. “Give in to your lust, Alex,” she goaded him as he lifted Rachel and then brought her back down on himself again. “Embrace it as you embrace us. We belong to one another. Let yourself go this weekend.”
Further moans overcame anything else she might’ve said. Alex took their words and actions to heart. He thrust into Rachel, holding her up, using her body for their mutual pleasure and drinking in the sounds of her joy. Lorelei’s involvement restricted their movement slightly, serving to control their pace and prolong their coupling rather than obstructing it.
The music and the dancers carried on. Swirling colored lights and a thumping beat made for unique scenery, but for all the sensory input as one song blended into the next, Alex only paid attention to his partner’s cues and the pleasures of her flesh.
“Yeah, lover,” Rachel grunted. Her voice wavered as climax drew close for them both. “Hard. Unh. Hard as… you want. Oh. Take… me… oh!”
Their shared orgasm left them both trembling. Lorelei clung to Alex, shuddering as she experienced his pleasure and reveling in the renewal of her power as her victim indulged his lust. She helped him remain upright as he gave in to release.
Rachel slid down off him, but the three remained close. He felt his clothing again. Lorelei smoothly pulled his pants back into place, ensuring that no one-not even Alex himself-would sense anything out of the ordinary. His breathing returned to normal. Alex came back down to Earth with everyone else.
His arousal calmed but remained. He was the victim of a succubus. He always wanted more. At times that bothered him. Now, it seemed like a gift.
“It’s your birthday,” Rachel repeated as she leaned against his chest. “We know you’re a horny bastard. We love that about you. Have fun with it tonight.”
He felt Lorelei give him an extra squeeze. It reminded him of his bargain with his demon lover. Alex let out a happy breath. “How would I argue with that?”
* * *
“The only rational thing to do with the money is to buy ourselves out of debt. We can splurge later.”
“Molly, you’re preaching to the choir,” said Onyx. She walked slightly ahead of her partner, eager to take advantage of the apparent lull at the security check station in the hallway.
“I’m just saying,” Molly pressed, “I know there’s a lot we could do. We made a lot of sacrifices to stop backsliding-“
“I agree,” Onyx tried to interrupt.
“-but even so, we’re still treading water on the stupid credit cards. We could kill that all now. We could put the money we’re spending on that bullshit to better use, y’know?”
Onyx stopped in her tracks. The folds of her black and crimson Renaissance skirt whirled along with her as she spun around. Faced with the need for a costume and little time to put together anything elaborate, she decided to go for “sorceress” and festooned her RenFaire garb with pentagram jewelry. She even tied a fake newt to her belt. If she couldn’t go with the theme, she figured, she’d go with the snark.
Molly, conversely, tackled the challenge of costuming with all the ingenuity borne of years of theatre experience. Small barnacles and starfish decorated the fishnet draped over her shoulders and hips, with a tattered but flattering black dress underneath. With a greenish hue to her exposed skin, she arrived at the party looking equally eerie and slinky.
“We’re good,” Onyx declared, biting down on her irritation. “Molly, I haven’t gone shopping for fun in a year, because you’re right. I haven’t suggested we go out to dinner in all that time, either, because you’re right. We didn’t realize how tight things would get, but we’ve adjusted, and we’re cool, and I’m comfortable with how we live. If we have to stick it out for a while longer, that’s fine. I don’t expect anything more. Okay?”
Holding her hands up in a gesture of peace, Molly also had to chomp down on her stressful reactions. Though happy-go-lucky about most things in life, financial issues got under her skin. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying to let it go. “I just don’t want to get carried away with having a little success.”
“We talked about that already,” Onyx reminded her.
“Yeah, I know. I wasn’t thinking about it until we got here.” Molly gestured to the costumed partygoers passing by them in different directions. “We haven’t been able to spend money on anything fun in a long time.”
“That’s not true. We go out.”
“Yeah, to cheap stuff,” Molly rolled her eyes.
Onyx shook her head. “Spending money on it doesn’t make it better.” She heard her lover snort, and then sighed. “Okay, that’s totally not true. But still. It’s not like I haven’t been happy, right? Or you? So we’ve been poor. Fuck it. Maybe that taught us discipline.”
“It held us back,” Molly countered.
“No,” Onyx replied with a much lower voice, “competing with the influence of a single giant group of other sorcerers held us back.”
Molly let out another long breath. Onyx was right. Working magic was easier with fewer Practitioners in the city. “Point,” she conceded.
Onyx took her hands. “Things are turning around for us,” she predicted. “This is just the beginning. We’re gonna be livin’ the dream, Molly. Working witches, you and I. Now are we good? Because me feeling carefree and you being wound up like we’re in Bizarro-world hurts my head.”
“I’m good,” Molly relaxed. “I’m good. I want a drink or something, but I’m good. Let’s go.”
Check-in turned out to be much as they expected. Both women were patted down and had to open their bags-or, in Onyx’s case, her belt pouches-but none of the security staff raised any objections. It wasn’t as if they knew legitimate magic wands when they saw them.
“Think the main dance floor is this one,” Molly said, guiding Onyx along through the crowd. They slipped inside the ballroom, quickly immersed in booming bass and flashing lights. “You wanna look for him the old fashioned way?”
“Hell no,” Onyx snorted. “Why would I do that?” From her belt pouch, she produced a tiny vial-plastic and modern, rather than a period piece-and wet her fingers with the water inside. Then she gently placed a drop on the side of each eye, murmuring a spell in Greek.
Solely in Onyx’s vision, the crowd shifted to grey and then began to gently fade. Silhouettes and faint features remained, but she saw through people and obstacles as her gaze swept the room. Her eyes disregarded unimportant details, helping her see through all distractions until she located the subject of her thoughts. Magical perception had always been a particular talent for her. She read auras with almost casual effort. Even formidable illusions rarely fooled the young witch.