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  “Same snake who couldn’t make it as a guard?”

  “Oh, that’s right. Lil turncoat couldn’t even handle that. Even with mommy holding her hand.”

  The grin fell from my face. Titania had to hear them. She couldn’t miss it. Why wasn’t she doing anything?

  “Still ignoring us?” the man grunted, getting in Titania’s face.

  “Didn’t mommy teach you manners?”

  “Hey, bitch.” The drunk guy snatched a handful of Titania’s blonde hair. “When I talk, you&emdash;”

  I imprinted my knuckles in the jerk’s cheek.

  He collapsed, taking a few stools with him. Nearby frivolities stopped to rubberneck what was happening.

  “Fuck you think you’re doing?” the drunk woman slurred.

  “Looking after my friend,” I said.

  “She’s your friend?” she cackled, pointing at Titania. “That traitorous bitch? You’re having a laugh.”

  “Oi, what’s happening here?” a hoarse voice said. It belonged to a green-skinned woman behind the bar.

  She was huge. About my size in height but as big as a barrel. Her one good red eye glared at us. An eyepatch hid the other. Tusks protruded from her frowning lips, a clear sign she was an orc. They were much larger than Titania’s and slipped up past her top lip. Speaking of similarities, their hair was the same shade of blonde. This one wore hers as a long braid that cascaded down her chest.

  “Like, help me out here,” the drunk lass said, gesturing at Titania. “Look what thinks she can come crawling back. Let’s show this traitor bitch her place.”

  “Say that again,” the large orc said, leaning on the creaking bar. Her words dripped with so much menace only a plastered drunk could miss it.

  Exhibit A grinned. “This turncoat bitch doesn’t belong here.”

  “Lemme tell you who doesn’t belong.” The big girl dragged the drunk up by the scruff of her neck, dangling her feet off the ground. She glared with an intensity strong enough to make the Four Horsemen cower. “Anyone who disrespects my family!” With one arm, she launched the troublemaker to the other side of the room.

  The drunk idiot slammed clean into the far wall.

  I stared, speechless.

  The victor pounded her chest like a silverback. “Anyone else got a problem with Tina?!”

  Nobody voiced one. The customers fell back into a routine. They didn’t seem too shocked by the scene.

  “That’s what I thought,” the large orc said. Her hardened gaze landed on Titania. “Now, where was I?”

  Titania sighed. “Hi, old woman.”

  “Tina!” the old girl cheered, hugging Titania’s head into her gargantuan bosom.

  “Let go of me!” Titania barked.

  “Fuck no. You’re all mine.”

  Resistance was futile. Titania hadn’t escaped Diarmuid. He was nothing compared to this orc bruiser.

  I remained rooted to the spot, with a stupid look on my face. “What just happened?”

  “The manager,” an appearing Esther said, getting the jump on me. “Jake, meet Auntie Gall.”

  Chapter 3

  This wasn’t how I imagined spending my first evening in Grabadon. Inside the VIP section of a strip club with Titania’s extravagant relative.

  The boisterous sound of entertained patrons was muffled by thick black curtains, isolating our red velvet booth from curious onlookers. Not that we were more entertaining than the scantily clad workers.

  Gall did make one hell of a first impression. She was a woman who didn’t mind the attention. There was enough of her to go around and she still tried to draw the eye. Her makeup was thick; debatably whorish. She wore a long black dress and matching corset which pushed up her titanic bosom. They were larger than Dessa’s, which was an accomplishment in and of itself. As if that wasn’t enough, she framed them with a white feather boa and pearl necklace. The latter hovered precariously over her green cleavage.

  I took a swig to distract myself. Not that I was looking.

  Esther and Dessa sat on either side of me. Titania was opposite, trapped in Gall’s embrace. She wasn’t escaping so easily.

  “Howdy, sweetcheeks,” Gall said, offering her free hand. “Name’s Gallia, but you can call me Auntie Gall.”

  “Jake,” I replied, putting my hand in a green vice. Nobody had taught the city’s oldies how to perform a civilized handshake.

  “Not bad,” she said, grinning. “Most blokes are crying by now.”

  “You should try squeezing less.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?” Gall laughed, easing up. “Ain’t you a fine-looking thing? Which of you girls are taking him for a ride?”

  I choked on my drink. Nobody warned me that, on Terix, it was customary to become a brash eccentric at a certain age.

  “Me, me. I do,” Dessa said, puffing out her chest. “Every day. Sometimes twice.”

  “Why ain’t I surprised?”

  “Can you blame me?” Dessa purred, giving me that look. She nibbled her bottom lip, adding to her allure.

  In private, I’d have struggled to hold back.

  “Nah, you’re one lucky bitch. Wish I had a man like that around.”

  “You really do. My darling boy’s such a talented lover. The things he can do with his mouth.” Her hand slipped up my thigh, toward my growing bulge.

  “Hot damn,” Gall said, licking her ruby red lips. “Hey, sweet stuff. How’d you like to warm an old woman’s bed tonight?”

  “That won’t be happening,” Esther interjected.

  Gall grinned. “Snappy from you, Esther. You also taking this studmuffin for a spin?”

  Esther’s cheeks went red. “That’s none of your business.”

  “Congrats on popping your cherry, kitten.”

  “Congratulations,” Dessa applauded.

  Esther scowled and looked away. A reminder that she’d insisted we stay here.

  Gall turned to her next victim. “What about you, Tina? Finally become a woman?”

  “Like hell I have!” She made another lunge for freedom, but Gall didn’t let go. “Don’t drag me into this shit.”

  “You’re missing out. Listen to those reviews. If I was you, I’d drain his balls daily.”

  A rather vivid image filled my mind. Titania was on my lap, riding my cock. Her petite body bounced, taking every inch inside her tight pink pussy. Each shift made her small breasts sway and her meaty behind slap my crotch. The echo of skin on skin filled the room, mixing perfectly with her enchanting moans. Fuck, her expression was so sexy.

  I shook my head. Enough of that. Having a harem didn’t give me license to drool over every girl I knew.

  Even if they’re as hot as Titania?

  That was beside the point, stupid perverted inner demon. “Can we talk about something that doesn’t involve my junk?” I suggested.

  “Can’t you see I’m trying to get my niece laid?” Gall countered.

  “Wait, niece?”

  “What of it?”

  “You’re not her…” An oppressive atmosphere stopped me uttering another word. I gulped, but the air got trapped in my throat. “S-sorry. I just presumed…”

  “You got wax in them ears?” Gall asked, pointing at her own. “What part of ‘Auntie’ don’t you understand?”

  “She’s right. The clue’s right there,” Dessa said.

  “I didn’t think it was literal,” I protested.

  “It is to this one,” Gall said, ruffling Titania’s hair. “You avoiding her again?”

  “Damn right,” Titania snapped.

  “Come on. How long’s it been?”

  “I don’t care. I never wanna see her again,” Titania huffed, folding her arms tight.

  “Tina…”

  Esther cleared her throat.

  “You should get that checked out,” Dessa giggled.

  “About us staying here,” Esther continued, not even glancing Dessa’s way.

  “Like you need to ask,” Gall said. “Yo
u know old auntie can’t say no to family. Anything for Tina and friends.”

  “How about letting go of me?” Titania suggested.

  “Except that.” Gall’s trunk of an arm tightened around her prey, trapping Titania against her bosom.

  “Thanks, Gall,” Esther said. “As always, we’ll help where we can.”

  “There is one thing you could do for me.”

  “Except working here,” Esther quickly amended.

  Gall clicked her tongue. “So close. You and Dessa and would make me a fortune.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Build a gal up just to knock her down.” Gall sighed, shaking her head. “In all seriousness, we could do with the usual help. Place is swarming, according to Sophie.”

  “More rats?”

  “A shit ton of rats.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Esther glanced at me. “What do you say, Jake? Up for some pest control?”

  “Isn’t that a little low-grade?” I said. “Not that it’s a problem. Just seems like overkill.”

  “Not for the sort of rats we’ll be hunting.”

  My eyes bulged. “They’re demons?!”

  “What else they gonna be?” Gall said. “And what’s it gotta do with you?” Her tone changed after a quick explanation. She stopped eyeing me up like a toy and studied me more like a long-lost relic. “A guy who hunts demons. Now I’ve heard it all.”

  “I’m the one hearing things,” I countered. “What are demons doing in Grabadon? It’s supposed to be safe.”

  “Safe enough. Safer than outside. Still can’t get rid of blighters.”

  “Told you,” Titania boasted.

  I didn’t know what to say. The utopia I’d pictured was demon-free. They’d even managed to squirm their way into this wonderland.

  “The rooms,” Esther said, breaking the lull.

  “That’s right. The rooms,” Gall said, heaving out of the booth. “Come along, Mr. Hunter. Unless you’d rather spend the night with Auntie.”

  “I’ll pass,” I said.

  She grunted. “Foiled again.”

  Gall led us through the club. While the clientele was occupied by the arousing entertainment, we dipped into the back where the girls prepared. They performed costume changes in the employee-only corridor, slipping from one skimpy bikini into another.

  Naked hotties were the perfect tonic after a system shock. My bulge stood at attention.

  None of the girls hid from me. They grinned, giggled, and waved as I passed. Some of them seemed to linger with their clothes off for longer than necessary. Not that I was complaining. They came in different races but were all smoking hot foxes with incredible bodies. Their huge breasts were the kind men couldn’t help staring at. Huge but completely natural, with nipples that could hypnotize.

  Esther pinched my side without saying a word.

  “Here you go,” Gall said, showing us in. The room fit her establishment. Jet black walls, an overbearing smell of perfume, and a bright pink bed designed for sharing. A single wardrobe aside, the room was rather empty. “Make yourselves at home.”

  “Thanks, Gall,” I said.

  “Don’t mention it. Just remember, the walls are soundproof and the door locks from the inside.” She stole Titania away and left us on that.

  Three of us remained.

  “Sure you don’t wanna go with her?” Esther said.

  “Why would I?” I said.

  “You know why.” Esther refused to look my way.

  “What did I do?”

  “Besides ogling every half-dressed hussy in Grabadon?”

  Realization struck. I smirked. “You’re jealous.”

  “I’m not jealous,” she huffed, puffing her cheeks. “It’s improper.”

  “Such an irresponsible boy,” Dessa giggled. “How could you flirt so shamelessly in front of Esther and I?”

  “You snogged someone,” I reminded Dessa.

  “I don’t remember you complaining.”

  She had me there.

  “Dessa’s not the issue,” Esther grumbled. “Looking at other girls when you’ve got us. It’s not right.”

  I laughed. For a cool and collected demon hunter, Esther sure had her juvenile moments.

  Esther scowled. “What are you laughing at?”

  “How cute you are.”

  She squeaked, expression cracking.

  I saw the opening and pounced, kissing her.

  All her pent-up irritation drained away, relaxing her rigid posture.

  “You don’t need to hide your jealousy,” I told her. “It’s hot.”

  “Really?” she mumbled.

  “Without a doubt.” I kissed her again, leaning a little closer. My position knocked her onto the bed, with me on top.

  She enjoyed her place under me, filling my mouth with sweet purrs. Her hands rubbed my back and her tail coiled around my leg.

  “You’re hotter than any of those girls,” I assured her, working my tongue into her mouth. Hers was there to meet me, my partner for a sultry dance. A mix of moans was the soundtrack. My stiffness bucked, begging for a way out of my pants.

  “Cough, cough,” Dessa said.

  We parted and I gave Dessa the attention she sought. It was a bulge-throbbing experience.

  Her chocolate-skinned body was on display even more so than usual. The limited clothing she wore did nothing to hide her pink nipples or hairless mound. Black straps squeezed her thick curves and emphasized her breathtaking assets. It was a harness, something you wouldn’t wear outside the bedroom. Most wouldn’t wear one in it.

  “Do you like it? This wardrobe has so many fun outfits.” She toyed with one of the leather straps that conformed to her figure. If anything, they were too tight.

  “Damn right I do,” I confessed, grinning like the luckiest son of a bitch around. How was it possible for her to look more bewitching than usual?

  “Good,” Dessa said, sauntering my way. She leaned in and draped her arms over my shoulders, gazing into my eyes. “You know, I get jealous too.”

  Even an idiot could take that hint. I shared the love, holding her outrageous hips and kissing her dolled-up lips.

  Dessa was a more aggressive kisser. She hunted for attention with the same fever that I did. Our tongues less danced and more crashed together, wrestling for supremacy.

  “Jake,” Esther interrupted.

  “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgot&emdash;” My jaw dropped as soon as I noticed Esther.

  Esther stood with her arms behind her back, brown eyes averted. She had also sampled the free clothing. Her perfect pale flesh complemented a black stocking and garter belt combination. Matching heels made her toned legs appear shapelier than ever. A black collar hugged her neck, dangling a small chain from the front.

  She found the strength to look at me. Her cheeks burned pink and her dark hair cascaded freely, no longer contained by a ponytail. “Does this suit me?” she asked, covering her mouth.

  I stared, transfixed. Blood surged to my groin, dulling my thoughts.

  “You look amazing,” I said.

  “Did I make somebody feel jealous?” Dessa teased.

  Esther frowned. She marched over, grabbed my head, and instigated the next kiss.

  I didn’t complain. I combed my fingers through her loose hair and gave her the attention she craved.

  Dessa unzipped my pants and dragged my rock-hard cock from its hiding place. She teased the shaft with her soft, silky touch.

  Esther joined in. She was not to be beaten. Despite what they claimed, neither had mastered the art of sharing. To my benefit.

  I throbbed. Being in the open was wonderful enough. Having their hands all over my hard-as-steel length was beyond exhilarating.

  “I’m gonna give you something good,” Dessa whispered, nibbling my ear. “I don’t think the kitten will be able to stack up.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Esther panted, pulling away from my lips.

  They sprawled on the bed and pu
shed their breasts around my hard cock, sandwiching me in their combined softness. Individually, both were large enough to cover the entire thing. Dessa was bigger but neither were close to petite. Both had bodies to be envied and breasts that made men tremble.

  I grabbed the bed sheets and moaned. I didn’t complain about getting double the care.

  “Hope you aren’t jealous,” Dessa purred, compressing her gigantic bosom together.

  “There’s nothing wrong with mine,” Esther said.

  “I didn’t say there was. But we all know size matters.”

  “Why you…”

  “Knock it off,” I ordered, swatting Dessa’s bubbly behind. “Play nice or don’t play at all.”

  “So mean,” Dessa complained, pouting. “You pamper her too much.”

  “Of course. She’s my precious kitten,” I said, rubbing behind Esther’s ear.

  Esther melted into my touch. She released the most feminine moans you’ve ever heard.

  Exploiting her feline weak spots was a lot of fun.

  Dessa glowered at me, as expected. She wasn’t lying about her hidden jealousy streak.

  “Don’t sulk,” I said, tracing a thumb along her lips. ”You’re just as precious.”

  “You devious boy,” Dessa moaned. She took the thumb in her mouth and sucked the tip.

  “No more fighting,” I ordered. Their competitiveness had its charms but I preferred it when they worked together. “Go on, kiss and make up.”

  “With pleasure,” Dessa said, leaving her lipstick on my skin. She leaned in and puckered up.

  Esther was more hesitant. She nibbled her bottom lip and glanced at me. When I didn’t answer, she caved.

  It started as a peck but turned into so much more. Their tongues met in the middle, rolling together. Moans bypassed their grinding lips, filling the soundproofed room.

  My dick throbbed between their swaying tits. It was unbelievably hot. Two top-tier beauties making out with me stuck in the middle. My most lustful teenage fantasies paled in comparison.

  They responded to my groans by squeezing their breasts together. Porcelain white kneaded against milk chocolate.

  I threw my head back and growled. My rigid cock felt everything. It was so soft, so good, so irresistible. The fact I looked away was testament to that. Who would willingly avert their eyes from two beauties going at it? The sensations were too strong to help it. At least I still got the saucy sound bites. It was enough to paint a vivid image.