Demon Lord 3: Blue Star Priestess Read Free Page B

hallway magic door, I’d had them add an extra-dimensional pocket to my shower stall with the money I made on my last big job. Outside, it was the same size. Inside, the shower was the prelude to paradise. Through a short tunnel lay the mother of all hot tubs—big enough to host an orgy, and it had upon occasion. But not with Vivian attending. She preferred things one-on-one, which was why it didn’t make sense for her and three were-kitties to all be here.
    Not yet seeing me, naked tabbies frolicked, shrieking in delight, playfully splashing water as they jiggled and flounced in a most distracting manner. Mostly human in their transformed states, the woman displayed bare, sleek skin, fuzzy cat tails, and pointy ears on top of their heads. I knew upon closer examination, their pupils would be vertical slashes across their irises. Though frail to look at, I knew any of the girls could lift five times her weight.
    What I didn’t know was if sleeping with them constituted full or partial bestiality. The thought sometimes kept me up at night—and hard, in a good way. Speaking of which, I felt my manhood come to rigid attention, as if saying: Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go…!
    Off to the side, isolated movement drew my attention to a rounded corner of the vast tub. Vivian’s pink-lit eyes betrayed both her annoyance at the extra company and her dhampyr nature: half human, half vamp. I think she’d wanted to surprise me with her naked flesh, but her ambush had been hijacked by others with the same idea. Leaning forward, almost submerged,
    Vivian sulked, blowing bubbles in the already frothy water.
    I wondered where the rest of my regulars were. Angie—a hot lawyer and a member of the werewolf pack next door—kept rather busy. Izumi, another neighbor, was another matter. I was kind of glad she wasn’t here. As an ice fey—masquerading as a Japanese snow-woman to hide from her own kind—she’d have made the hot pool into an ice skating rink in the throes of ecstasy. She was proof that sex could be heaven and hell all at once. There were times with her I’d stayed rock-hard for hours on end, my manhood sheathed in ice so it could never fail her. Without magic to keep my blood thawed and my body from turning to ice, she’d have been the death of me long ago.
    I soaped up and rinsed off, but could still smell dead giant on me. There was no way out of it; a long soak in hot water was going to be my saving grace. I moved on from the shower to the edge of the pool. A glass ceiling overhead allowed the light of three half-moons to illuminate the chamber. Blue lights on the bottom of the pool made the water glow from the inside out. I grabbed a handrail and walked down a short flight of steps until I was half submerged.
    Vivian saw me first. I had a brief impression of her startled face before she dived and streaked toward me like a torpedo, her raven black hair covering her submerged back. Arcing upward, she burst from the water, riding her inertia into the air. Braced, I took her weight as she wrapped eager arms around my neck, and powerful thighs around my waist. Her wet breasts flattened against my chest as she mashed her lips to mine.
    A loud series of squeals told me the self-absorbed were-kitties had caught on to my presence as well.
    Vivian pulled back from the kiss. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. “What the hell have you been killing, Elder Gods?”
    “Not this week.”
    A wave of were-kitties caught us and we all went under.
    Much later, much cleaner—my hard-on appeased—I stood in my room and dressed.
    Circling the bed, I reached the long mirror and traced a pattern connecting some of the runes carved into the frame, releasing stored magic. The glass shimmered soft gold and became permeable. I stepped through into my basement workshop and armory. I left the holstered guns there. Osamu would find and clean them without me saying a word.
    I picked out replacements that didn’t smell like a dead mountain