Page 41 of Druid Dreams

“Do it and see.” She waggled those silver brows at me, and her eyes twinkled with mischief. My cock lifted to attention with a vengeance, straining to break free of its zippered cage. I groaned as my mind whirled in a terribly inconvenient direction for a split second. I was a patient male, but I was ready to see her naked and tied to my bed. I wanted to break out some toys and tease her until her moans turned to whimpers and they were all I could hear. That’ll have to wait though.

The guy behind her kept stalking closer. I let him move in as I memorized the details of her face. I leaned in and took her mouth in a fierce kiss, pulling her body against mine with my left hand while aiming my right. With a flex of my fingers we heard the thump of a body dropping. She broke the kiss to look over her shoulder and then back to me. I smirked at her with a smug attitude, waiting to see what she had in mind. “Now what?”

Sloane snatched me so fast I almost stumbled over my own feet. She dragged me into the nearest tent and ran her fingers over my cock through my khakis before unsnapping the button. As she sank to her knees she took the zipper of my pants down with her, and my length sprang free from its confinement. “This’ll have ta be quick, Love. There’s a wee battle going on outside.” She looked up at me through her lashes without concern as she traced her lush lips from the base of my shaft up to the head. Her silk tongue darted out to lick at the precum gathering against my tip. She downed me fully in a single bob, showing me she had no qualms with her gag reflex. Then, she wrapped one hand tightly around my base while the other gently tugged on my balls, pushing and pulling as her mouth did the same. Her teeth lightly grazed my shaft every few strokes, her tongue swirling around before every pump.

I plunged my left hand in her hair and grabbed her ponytail with my right. I started fucking her mouth in earnest as I grew closer to my climax. She relaxed her throat and gave me control. My cock started to swell in her mouth and I slowed just enough to rasp out, “This is it, Love. If ya don’t want me ta cum in yer mouth, pull it out now.” I picked my speed back up when she didn’t move away. A few thrusts later I felt the barest hint of her fang scrape across my head. The intoxicating flood of vampire venom hit my bloodstream in a nanosecond. I came so hard my knees nearly buckled. She pulled back and opened her mouth, showing me what I left. Then she swallowed, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers.

“I’ll pay ya back for that when we get home.” I panted while I fought to catch my breath and zip my pants back up.

“Yes, sir,” she mock-saluted me as she walked out of the tent fixing her hair. That fucking mouth of hers. I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss her or spank her for being such a smartass.

We crept through the quiet grounds until we got closer to the center. The fight was still going on, but the numbers had quickly dwindled. Sloane raced forward, yanking a knife from her skirt. In her hand, it grew from a dinky two inches to nearly eight as she kicked a male in the side of the knee who was sneaking up on Vaughn. He tumbled to his hands and his good knee, keeping weight off the new injury. Sloane moved forward with predatory intensity looking for her next target. When he tried to get up she flicked her wrist backwards at her hip and sent the knife sailing through the air behind her. It sunk into the side of the attacker's neck. The sound of slicing flesh was unmistakable. She never stopped to look back, not even to aim or to make sure she hit him. I watched as he fell on his face in the dirt. With his last gargled breath the knife shot from his neck into her outstretched hand. She’s fucking confident.

Stone and Novak stood in front of Vaughn, each one facing a different side. Vaughn was flinging icicles as fast as he could make them while also covering Novak and Stone as they fought in close quarters. Sloane and I weaved carefully between the guys, watching their backs as we scanned the darkness for incoming threats. The last of the supernatural creatures came in a massive wave from one side. It looked like their bodies were being manipulated. Their movement was too organized. They all stepped with the same foot and used identical stances. It was their downfall. We wouldn’t discriminate. We’d kill every last one of them. They’ll all fall tonight.

Sloane moved out of our formation and faded away. I couldn’t describe what she did exactly, but it was like she turned into a ghost. When she reappeared, she stood in the middle of the incoming attackers with no care in the world. She’s on a mission and this is taking too long. The one person she was looking for hadn’t been found yet. He was the one controlling the horde. I noticed the hounds and Briggs weren’t here either. Maybe he had been found, and that was why she was in a hurry. She flung her knives so quickly that it was impossible to track their trajectory. When one knife hit its target another appeared in her hand. She took out most of their numbers while standing among them. They never had a chance to notice before they dropped dead. She was devastatingly gorgeous in her homicidal rage.

The last one left from the campground army came barreling towards me as I ogled Sloane. I swung my flail into the bear's head at the last moment, and Vaughn shot icicles through his chest. We followed Sloane as she made her way through the tents and hanging tarps. We headed back down the path to where we found York. The makeshift dungeon. The cellar style doors had been ripped off the hinges. When we descended the stairwell we heard the guttural growls of the hellhounds and Briggs talking.

“I can’t call them off,” he was telling someone calmly. “They don’t listen to me. That one doesn’t even like me.” Sloane smiled as she stopped to listen to Briggs.

“Please, please! I’ll tell you what you want to know! I’ll give you money! I’ll-I’ll…” a menacing growl quieted him.

“Don’t beg me, man.” Briggs chuckled as he verbalised why he was there. “I’m not in charge. I’m just babysitting you until the boss lady gets down here. She’ll be on her way soon and you can beg and squeal to her all you want.”

Sloane exited the stairwell in a casual gait. The mask of composure she was wearing broke when she saw where York had been kept all this time. She cut her hard glare to the male Briggs was talking to. All that homicidal rage I was talking about earlier reached its boiling point. Her eyes were pure hellfire and glistening horns sprouted from her skull, coiling up from her hair like foot long Ss. It’s a bad description, I know. They came out near her forehead, curving up and back towards the backside of her head before sloping upwards with fine points. A flame tipped tail popped out from the back of her skirt. It lashed agitatedly back and forth before it ignited with fire. There was no flesh covering the bones, unlike Stone’s tail. We were shocked by her half transformation. I fought not to step back to give her tail space. It avoided us with agile precision.

I watched her shoulders rise and fall as she took a deep breath and addressed me without turning around. Her voice was a little raspier than normal and reminded me of how Stone's voice took on a deeper quality when he spoke in demon form. “Palmer? Can you open the Void?”

“Yeah,” I responded without hesitation.

“Good, take Vaughn, Briggs and the hounds with you. We’re going to dump all the bodies in the Void. Grim should be waiting on the other side. Atlas and Cronus will drag them over since they can cross without harm. All you have to do is hold it open.”

“And what do we do?” Vaughn questioned.

She snapped her head to him, turning it a little too far for comfort. “Build a wall of ice around the grounds. We’re going to burn it down before we leave and I don’t want the surrounding area to catch fire. Briggs, watch their backs in case we missed anyone.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Briggs replied with a small smile. As he got closer to her he leaned in and confessed in a whisper, “You look like the Demon version of Barbie right now. It’s hot.”

She grinned broadly at him, and all her teeth elongated to sharp points. The growth of her demon teeth caused her jaw to drop further than normal to fit their length. They had to be close to an inch long and probably felt like razor blades piercing your flesh. I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that particular set of teeth. Ever. They were what nightmares were made of. I’ll take regular teeth, thanks. Maybe vampire fangs, but those? Nope, no fucking way. Briggs rolled his eyes at her antics while Stone was in full boner territory. The sadistic bastard. He had a mouth full of those teeth too. He just never wore them in his human skin. That was the part that freaked me out the most.

Cronus took the lead as we trudged back upstairs. I heard Sloane call Helios and then tell Novak and Stone to put good ol’ Kelvin on the table in the next room. We closed the door behind us cutting off any reply or noise. I didn’t know what she was going to do, but I knew holding the Void open had to be a better request than holding the Vampire-Mage down. I also knew she didn’t send Vaughn up here just to build an ice wall. We all know he’s squeamish.

Atlas and Cronus made quick work of dragging all the bodies into the Void. I caught sight of Grim and Jack several times, but they stayed pretty busy for awhile. I’m bored outta my mind just standing here. When the last body was passed over, Jack popped out to ask how it went. He handed us some potion vials and said Simon sent them. Who is Simon again? We drank them like shots, but the nasty taste still lingered for too long afterwards. That stuff was like an energy drink on steroids. I pocketed the rest to give to the others.

“Where’s Sloane now?” Jack inquired.

“She’s down in the makeshift dungeon torturing the Vampire-Mage Hybrid that ran this place.” Briggs said nonchalantly. Jack gave Grim a look that I couldn’t read, and Grim nodded his head in return. I’ve only heard him say one word. He talked less than Stone did.

“Can you show us the way?” Jack’s serious tone was unlike anything I’d heard from him so far.

“Aye, come on then.” I answered uneasily, suspicion taking over my tone.

We took Jack and Grim back to the dungeon entrance. Grim waved his hand, and a robe appeared over his clothes. Jack turned back to us and smiled meekly before speaking. “We’re gonna go down and scare him into talking if she hasn’t already. Vaughn, can you get these two back to wherever you’re staying?”

“Yes. Are you sure we should go though?” He sounded doubtful about leaving. I felt the same way.

“Go check on the Druid. He needs to be warned that he’ll have to give her some space after this. He can’t start talking to her as soon as she walks through the door.” Jack encouraged us with a pleading look.