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"You know about that?" Wendy sat up. "What do you know about Morgan?" she asked when Vikki nodded.
"Well, from my understanding, she was the Celtic goddess of magic," Vikki said, repeating the book's text when she asked her mother about it. "But I don't know how that would work with me being a succubus and it beimg something else I'm not quite sure on, so I've never tried to do the rite."
"Okay," Bridgett looked down when Kelly lightly touched her arm, "tell me, what exactly are you looking for in a wedding location? I'm going with some kind of sorrow that happened at this place," Kelly said, waving to their outfits. "But you might also want romantic too," she mused in thought. "I might know of some places that Samuel might not have thought about, too girly for him," waving off her brother's look, "but might be what you're looking for."
"Really?!" Bridgett and Vikki gasped in excitement. "We'd be so grateful, after this, of course."
"You got your cell on you?" Kelly asked, looking at Bridgett, who gave her a look of 'Duh!'
"You know, Vikki and I have been dying for a date night with another couple. You wouldn't happen to know where we might seek entertainment with a couple like yourselves," Bridgett stated in her best polite voice.
"I might. Is it weird seeing a demon polite?" Samuel whispered into his sister's ear.
"Would you mind showing my wife and me a night out on the town? Just a friendly get-together to get to know each other better," Bridgett offered in a sinful tone.
"Let us think about it, alright?" Kelly answered, slyly eyeing her brother. Pondering what else was going to come after her brother, they were waiting to hear from Nimue before they responded to the act. Looking down when Bridgett took hold of her arm.
"I meant it; I can help if you let me," Bridgett said in all seriousness.
"You really want to help?" Samuel asked with a pointed look.
"I do; I get why you don't ask Ira; him getting involved might cause trouble; they already think my side is helping you given what you are; I don't see a reason why I can't help a family friend," Bridgett said with a friendly smile.
"But you don't make a move without us, hear?" Kelly asked as she stared down her brother. Samuel thought to save a night of yelling, so he just nodded as he felt Ira's return.
"Sorry about that; Gabby was busy," Ira called out as he walked through the front door.
"So, can I open this thing?"
"Sure, go ahead." Ira nodded, noticing how Vikki was eyeing him. His mind pondered on what he was going to do as dread filled him. Watching Samuel finish his spell as he disabled the trap.
"Hmm, okay, this might take longer than I thought," Samuel hummed disappointedly as his magic lifted the tome off the table, coming to a hover about a foot before him. His finger magically turned the page as he studied the spellwork.
"What do you mean, Sam?" Ira asked, his eyes following Samuel as he walked around his family's library as he started taking books from the shelves.
"Seems you need a spell to even read the tome. So have to find the cipher of sorts, and given how old it is might take a bit," Samuel said, looking up from the book in his hand. His unholy eyes observed how Ira vanished from the side of the table, only to appear a foot in front of him.
"I have your word that the Key of Solomon will not leave this room until my return?"
"You have it," Samuel stated, clasping Ira's forearm.
"It was lovely meeting you all; call me," Bridgett whispered to Kelly, who nodded. She might not use her charms on his female family members that didn't mean she couldn't or wouldn't use what she was sensing from Kelly to worm her way into their orbit. "Next time you're in Portland, we'll show you around."
"Hit me up when you know something," Ira stated as he peered back into the room as he escorted them out.
Chapter Three
It had been two days since their trip to meet Samuel. Sighing, looking bored as Bridgett rested against her hand as she and Vikki ate their lunch. Vikki was teaching her how to read her prey, so if she got hungry, she would know how to lure them to a spot away from prying eyes.
"Love, I know you're bored, but what I'm telling you is important for you to learn," Vikki said as she dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin.
"Sorry, Vik, it's just after meeting him, tasting him; they just don't seem appealing to me anymore," Bridgett said with a wave of her hand.
"Yes, I have to agree with you on that; Samuel was a unique experience," Vikki said, looking disinterestedly out onto the crowd that ambled through the southwestern quad of their college.
"Hey, you two, these seats taken?" Sue asked, holding her tray of food in her left hand while her right pointed at the two vacant seats.
"No, sit, have a question I want to ask the two of you," Bridgett said, watching Rita taking her seat beside Sue.
"About?" Rita muttered, unwrapping her chicken sandwich.
"Samuel." A devilish smile spread across her lips when that name seemed to get their attention.
"What about him?" Sue asked, wondering what the two of them did yesterday; she was also a little annoyed that Ira didn't take her with him.
"How did you go back to this..." Waving towards the masses, "When you been near him?"
"Oh... you don't really," Rita said, with Sue nodding along. "At least not for a while anyway. I take it's hard to focus?"
"That's an understatement," Bridgett grumbled, blowing Vikki a kiss when she gently caressed her left forearm.
"We can understand that, that pure sexual energy surrounding him is like crack to us. Makes us want to do strange things, more so in one as young as you," Sue said before taking a bite of her green beans. "You'll get used to it after a while. It was the same with Ira when we taught him," she stated, shooting her sister a wicked look who scowled at that. "So, have you chosen your handmaidens yet?" Sue asked in all seriousness.
"Do what?" Bridgett perked up at that strange news.
"Really, Vikki, you didn't tell her?" Rita uttered in an exasperated sigh.
"Hey?! I was, she just has a big test tomorrow, and I was going to wait till after it to tell her, thank you," Vikki said, staring down her sisters.
"Vik, what are they talking about...?" Jumping in her seat when Anael just appeared beside her. "Hey, now, you just don't steal my fries, at least not without a hug first," Bridgett said, happy to see her Aunt as she was wearing a rather warm smile in return as she munched on her purloined fry.
"Azza, come out; it's okay," Anael spoke, calling out to her sister as she stood out of phase with the mortal world.
"Okay, what's going on here?" Bridgett perked up, her eyes seeing the confusion in Vikki's and her sister's eyes as they felt her power as Azza stepped out of the shadows. Azza, to her mind, was no more beautiful to her eyes on that day than she was when she first met her.
"Father was worried, so he asked mother if we could watch over you while on earth. Ardat Lili and Aswang will come if we need them," Anael explained.
"Ah, and the Sisters are that strong?" Bridgett asked, wondering what her brother had gotten her into.
"They are fallen Gods, so yes, they are," Azza answered as she took up a guard position over Vikki and Bridgett.
"I take it that's something a Seraphim would know?" Bridgett asked, looking back and up at Azza.
"We do, my lady," Azza nodded, hoping to make her mother proud, also her father.
"Huh? Imagine that, anyway; what's this about handmaidens?" Bridgett inquired, turning her attention back to Vikki.
"I'm sorry, babe; I promise I was going to tell you after this test. But well, you are the Princess; you even got a room at the palace like Ira does," Bridgett saw Sue and Rita nodding along, "handmaidens are a given," Vikki said as if that was common knowledge.
"Okay, and what's so important about them?"
"They're like your advisers in a sense, also bodyguards if the need arises," Rita stated, nodding to Anael and Azza.
"Well, why can't you two fill that role? We've known each other ever since Vikki and I first ran into each other," Bridgett said, laying a hand on Vikki's forearm, seeing her blush hard at the gesture. "Plus, Hell, might already think that given where we're living now, so why not get the title out of it as well, hmm?"
"Vikki, what have you been teaching her?" Sue asked, feeling Bridgett's charm luring her.
"Oh, just everything," Vikki sighed warmly. "So, Anael, how have you been?"
"I'm good; I'm excited; Nanael will be awaking soon, isn't that lovely sister," Anael asked, peering back at Azza.
"Yes, it has been too long since Nanael went to sleep; I know Father will be happy to see her again," Azza said softly. "Have you heard the news about Allocen?" she asked, looking at her sister.
"Wait? Who's Nanael and Allocen?" Bridgett asked, feeling left out.
"Our youngest sister, she chose to serve Father; her mother is Gabriella," Anael said, arching an eyebrow when a strange look appeared in Bridgett's eyes. "Allocen is father's new Hell-wife; she's also with child."
"Ah, you'll have to introduce me to her later, okay?" Bridgett spoke, winking at Anael before turning her gaze back to Sue. Whispering from the corner of her mouth for Vikki to tell her more about this Allocen later, who nodded she would. "What do you say?"
"We'd be honored to serve as your handmaidens, Princess," Sue and Rita said as one.
"You must see sister, she was very beautiful last night," Anael said in a loving tone as she leaned against Bridgett.
"Which one?"
"You're mother," Anael clarified.
"What happened last night?"
"Can't you feel her?" Anael asked quizzically, watching how Bridgett closed her eyes. Following how her hand shot to the lip of the table the moment they were. Noting how her chest rolled and heaved before doubling over when Ira kicked her out.
"What the hell?! Ira!" Bridgett growled. "What's my brother doing in Hell in the first place?" she asked heatedly. Her succubus perked up at the little fidget and how Anael's cheeks heated.
"Father is in mother's company right now, as is sister," Anael said, looking away.
"Ah, well, we'll just let them do whatever it is they're doing, so we met his family, Samuel's, I mean. I really liked his wives," Bridgett said, steering the conversation back to their meet and greet.
"And Bridgett here wanted to eat them up, didn't you?" Vikki asked as a flash of her demon was highlighted along her face.
"True, but they were so mmm... yummy; I do hope they say yes," Bridgett sighed in longing. "Now it's getting him to drink from us is the next step. Wonder what's it like."
"Kelly might be willing to tell us if we ask," Vikki replied, eager to spend more time out there. Also to see if Kelly would mind showing off those locations.
"She did give you her phone number, didn't she?" Rita mumbled, pointing her chip at her.
"Hold on, I'll text her," Bridgett uttered, mentally slapping herself for not thinking about it before. Reading her message as she set her phone down on the table, hoping Kelly would text her back. Listening to Vikki chatting with her sisters as the minutes wore on. Her eyes widened at the text as it vibrated her phone. "So glad to hear from you," she sent back. "Hey, Vikki and I were wondering if you wouldn't mind showing us those places you talked about."
"If you don't mind, if Sammy and my mother tag along?"
"Sure, that's fine with us," Bridgett replied once she had shown it to Vikki.
"Will five o'clock, my time, be alright with you?" A sinful grin spread along her lips at what awaited her that night. "Oh, and wear something for a club; Nimue and Pandora wish to meet you."
"We'll be ready, but would you mind if we changed at your place? Doubt heeled boots are made to wander the streets."
"We don't mind; there's a guest room you can use if you need it."
"Well, we best head home; her five o'clock is our two," Bridgett said, referencing the time difference as she peered at Vikki.
"Now, you're just rubbing it in," Sue huffed, crossing her arms.
"You know the early demon and all that," Bridgett joked as she smiled at Sue as she rose from her seat. "We so need to go pick out our outfits for tonight?!" Anael waved goodbye to Sue and Rita as the four of them faded from view.
"Sis, why are they coming here?" Samuel asked, watching his sister get ready in their bedroom.
"Because I like them, and I need..." Her voice stilled as she felt his hand on her shoulder. Her lips softly brushed along the back of his fingers.
"Ah, I understand, sis, so where are we going again?" Samuel asked, seeing that smile of hers as he lifted their mother out of her crib. "Yeah, go figure you'd choose those," he teased as he strapped Wendy into the stroller, as she listed out the places.
"Hush," Kelly playfully slapped Samuel's arm. "They're romantic for the most part," she swayed. "Plus, we haven't been out on a date for some time; you shouldn't keep your wife wanting for so long," she said, grinning madly when Samuel looked up at her.
"Why didn't you say something?" Samuel asked, holding the door open and willing the stroller out the door getting a giggle from his mother.
"With all those powers and mind reading, isn't one of them?" Kelly teased; her fingertips skimmed along her brother's jaw as she sauntered past him. A sensuous smirk formed on her lips as she noted how his eyes lingered on her swaying hips. The ticking of the seconds echoed as the clock inched forward. The sounds of laughter, of footsteps on the old wooden boards thundered through time and space as the world seemed to slow. Only to break the molasses by the startling knocking on their front door. "Oh, hi?!" Kelly greeted cheerfully as she opened the door, and there stood Vikki and Bridgett eagerly awaiting entrance since, oddly enough, they couldn't slip inside or teleport inside, "We were just about to leave to meet you at the beach; come in," she said, inviting them in as she opened the door wider.
"Samuel, I'm your mother, not a child," Wendy grumbled.
"Yeah, says the one with drool on their chin," Samuel retorted as he wiped it off, seeing his mother's cheeks heat in embarrassment. "Hello," he greeted, noting how their eyes were on him.
"Must have been weird for you, learning about your mother," Bridgett said in a friendly tone.
"Not going to lie, but yeah, it was, but she's still with me, just not in body," Samuel said, running the tip of his finger down his mother's nose, who was looking at him with quivering eyes.
"Sammy, I'm showing them to the guest room, then we'll head out, okay?" Kelly stated, keeping her loving sigh to herself as she watched the two of them.
"Sure, sis," Samuel nodded, smiling at his mother.
"So where is the other one? I'm sorry, her name just slips my mind at the moment," Vikki said, referring to Charlotte.
"Charlotte's teaching at the moment, but she'll be done before we go see Nimue and Pandora," Kelly said as she led them to the guest room on the other side of the second floor.
"And may I ask who are these two women?" Vikki inquired with a roll of her hand. She wouldn't dare dream of besmirching Ira's trust or testing her limits with Samuel in using her powers on Kelly. However, there wasn't anything wrong with using them to earn their trust.
"Samuel's vampiric wives," Kelly said factually as she opened and waved the two of them in once they reached the guest room.
"We can't wait to meet them. If Samuel's tastes are like I've seen," Bridgett watched Kelly's cheeks heat at her flirt, "then I know I'm going to be in trouble tonight," she said coyly.
"Thanks," Kelly said bashfully as Bridgett and Vikki entered the room.
"Wow, now this place, now this place... can you feel that, Vik?" Bridgett asked, looking around what was now a deserted warehouse. The occupants had long since abandoned the site due to the cursed ground it was built on.
"See, I told you, you should've brought them here," Kelly gloated, bumping her hip into Samuel's, who rolled his eyes.
"I do," Vikki said, her ruby eyes studying the darkness, feeling the lingering evil watching them. "And it has the space we need for a wedding," she said, waving her arms around the space.
"What do you think, your family over there," pointing to the left side of the building, "and mine here?" Bridgett asked, really getting a feel for the place.
"You said you wanted to experience Samhain; why not integrate the two? It will make the experience more... memorable," Wendy offered, tilting her head, wondering if demons were supposed to act like the two of them as they bounced on their feet in glee.
"Wait?! Is that possible?" Vikki asked excitedly as she peered at Samuel and Wendy.
"Yeah, shouldn't be hard; Mom's more of a master on the subject than I am," Samuel mused, looking down when he felt a light pat on his leg.
"If you had joined me when I asked, you'd know more about it. I would have thought her Herald would know about all souls day," Wendy said in a pouty voice. "To caught up in your books to go out with your mother," she uttered, guilting him.
"Are you just wanting the ceremony or a reception too?" Kelly asked as Bridgett and Vikki whispered amongst themselves. "If you are, I know some caterers around town, not a word out of you," she said, looking pointedly at Samuel when he started to speak.
"It'll be really small, I mean really small, so if there is one, best if we hold it at our place or..."
"I'll be happy to host it..."
"Kelly?" Samuel warned.
"We all can't live like hermits, Sammy; I need this, okay?" Kelly muttered, batting her eyes at him.
"Alright, but they stay out of my coffin; we clear?"
"That's for us only," Kelly whispered in want, recounting the times she had slipped into it when Nimue or Pandora wasn't around. That's the only reason he had one, so they could spend the day with him.
"You so have to meet our friends; I just know they'll love you," lightly touching Kelly's wrist while Bridgett's eyes were on Samuel, "both of you," she said, smiling sweetly at the two of them. Noticing how his eyes were studying her as she and Kelly chatted with one another.
"You would be okay with hosting our reception?" Vikki asked, pondering how her sisters would take this news.
"Mmmhmm," Kelly hummed as she nodded. If her brother was in trouble and if Bridgett said it was true, then she would gladly make a pack with them to see if her brother was safe.
"Give us a few to get ready," Kelly stated as she held the door open for her two guests as they filed into her home.
"Of course, we ladies have to look hot," Bridgett said, her succubus charm laced with that one word directed at Samuel as he unhooked Wendy from her stroller. She's, and she knew Vikki has been, been flirting on and off with the two of them that the act was normal for them. Waving down at the two of them as she and Vikki climbed towards the guest room.
"Can't even let you out of my sight?!" Charlotte's voice filled the air as she was not pleased with what she had seen. "Kelly, Mom, said she'll be happy to watch Wendy for the night," she said, stopping in front of Kelly. "Hmpf?!" Charlotte huffed, turning her nose up, and walked right past him.
"What?!" Samuel called out in confusion; he hadn't done anything to piss her off, at least he didn't think he had.
"This is where you chase the girl," Charlotte said, peering down at her nephew. Giggling like mad as she raced to their bedroom. Kelly just shook her head as Samuel took off after her.
"Come, let's get you over to Nana's," Kelly said in a motherly tone as she held Wendy to her side.
"Be careful, Kelly, remember what they are," Wendy warned as Kelly neared the doorway that connected the two houses. "I don't begrudge you for looking for a friend; I, too, went through this phase when I married your father. After my job, taking care of our family, and doing whichever ritual I needed to do, I never seemed to leave time for myself. If they treat you well and are nice to you, that's fine, and I'm happy for you. Just remember they are demons, or whatever she called herself."
"I know, Mom, like I could forget," Kelly said as she stepped through the gate.
"So this the place?" Bridgett asked, peering out the window of the car that was waiting for them once they had crossed that strange boundary, only to find themselves in New Orleans. "Doesn't look like a vamp... oops, sorry," she apologized for her slip of the tongue. Slyly eyeing Kelly's and Charlotte's asses as Samuel helped them out of the back of the car. "I take it none of the people that come here know what this place is?" Bridgett asked softly as her hand fell into his. Fighting back her groan of lust as that same pulled washed over her, she really didn't need his smirk when her legs wobbled as she tried to stand.
"Most of them don't," Samuel agreed, backing away so Bridgett could help Vikki out. Waving to their driver, silently telling him his services wouldn't be needed any longer. He knew when they were ready to leave, his normal driver would be there to shuttle him home.
"I can see why you'd be overrun with vampire fans or those that want to kill you," Vikki mused, studying the building's face. "We won't be getting you into trouble, will we?" she asked, peering over at Samuel as he walked arm in arm towards the entrance.
"No, not as long as you keep what you are hidden. I doubt most of them would be able to sense it unless you're my wife," Samuel said, holding the door open for Kelly and Charlotte, who offered their thanks in light caresses along his chest as they passed. Giving them the signal to wait there before walking up to one of the bouncers, asking if their table was ready, also to inform Nimue they had arrived if she didn't already know. Noticing how Bridgett and Vikki were whispering to one another as they slyly pointed around the club. "This way, our table is ready." His thumbs brushed along the back of Kelly's and Charlotte's hands as they took hold of his outstretched hands.
However, his nostrils flared as he sensed her. Bridgett and Vikki looked around nervously at his reaction, while Kelly and Charlotte wore knowing smiles at what the sign meant. Turning his head as the sound of two hard claps filled the air, and white artificial light beamed down, bathing Nimue's form as the crowd parted. Her white hair was held up in an elegant bun, and two strands of her hair hung down along the side of her face. Her silver eyes glinted in the light. Her crimson satin dress moved effortlessly along her body as her hips swayed alluringly as she crossed the dancefloor.
"Did you think you could walk in here and I wouldn't have this ass in my hand?" Pandora whispered heatedly into Samuel's ear when she appeared behind him. Her blue eyes studied the two that didn't belong. If she hadn't known what they were in the first place, she wouldn't have a clue they were what they were.
"Now, now, sister, I am supposed to greet my husband first," Nimue said, narrowing her eyes at the tongue Pandora shot her. "Hello, Samuel, we have missed you," she said lovingly as she held out her hands to him.
"Hello, Nimue, looking fine as ever," Samuel spoke; his hot breath flowed over Nimue's exposed neck. Listening to the light shuffle of her breath as the tips of his fangs skimmed along it. Holding her close as they shared a kiss. Unaware of the look, Nimue shot her sister as their tongues rolled around each other's mouths. Pandora heard the greeting Nimue gave to Kelly and Charlotte as she, too, got her first kiss in for the night.
"Come, our table is waiting, and we can discuss this in private," Nimue said, taking charge while not letting on she was eyeing the two strangers.
"Samuel, just how many hot women do you need?!" Bridgett joked as they walked into the curtained-off area that oddly once served as the meeting spot where Samuel and Nimue first met.
"A lot, apparently," Samuel said, holding out the seats for Kelly and Charlotte, then for Nimue and Pandora, while Bridgett and Vikki sat across from them as he took the middle seat between the four ladies. "And yes, they are," he said abruptly, answering Vikki's unspoken question.
"But I didn't say anything," Vikki stated, hoping she didn't give herself away.
"Didn't have to; it's been on your faces since you met me," Samuel said in a friendly tone.
"Can you blame me, Sam? Are you sure you aren't a demon?" Vikki responded with a good-natured jest.
"Ah, okay, now I understand," Nimue spoke aloud when Samuel whispered to her when she and her sister were confused by her statement.
"Nimue, Pandora, you remember Ira?" Samuel asked, seeing them nod. "Well, this is his sister, Bridgett, and her fiancée Vikki," he said, introducing the four of them.
"Nice to meet the two of you; when Ira talked about you two, he did not do you two justice," Bridgett greeted, hoping to put her best foot forward for the night of bliss she was longing for.
"We have heard of your request to our husband," Nimue said, sitting regally in her chair. Her eyes flickered over to the flap as it was pulled back and entered the blood-infused wine she had ordered for them, revealing the hand, along with the body of one of the servers that worked in the club that served only vampires so the orders wouldn't get mixed up. "Thank you, Heather, your timing is impeccable," she said in a warm tone as the woman placed the decanter on the center of the table; her silver eyes watched how Bridgett and Vikki eyed the sloshing liquid. "You need to eat, Samuel; this is no time to stand on morals. You could have handled what happened in Greece easily if you didn't starve yourself."
"What... isn't that like a bad thing for you?" Bridgett spoke, looking between the two.
"For most newborns, it is," Pandora supplied.
"What, fasting for a day boost my powers," Samuel said, watching that tantalizing, tempting, satisfying liquid flowed into the wine glass he felt his fangs descending in his hunger.
"Yes, at the expense of your stamina," Nimue instructed. "Yet if you had been fed, your magic would have held out without the need for Ira's intervention."
"Hold on, are you Samuel's maker?" Vikki asked, knowing what was happening as they watched a master teaching their fledgling. She was in heaven!
"I am," Nimue said, her vampire seduction flashing along her eyes. The candle light played along the tips of her fangs as she smiled proudly at that fact as she gracefully crossed her legs. "Samuel's still dealing with those old human traits regarding feeding. Oddly, just not on those two," Nimue said, looking interestingly at Kelly and Charlotte. The heat that flooded their faces was not hard to miss to undead eyes.
"Samuel, do you know how lucky you are?!" Bridgett asked, staring at her wet dream come true.
"Yes, how does that go again?" Samuel mused sarcastically, reaching for his glass.
"Really?!" Bridgett stated, gesturing to Nimue and Pandora.
"And what exactly are you gesturing at, the fact they're hot," seeing their fiery looks, they glanced at him, "women or they're nosferatu?" Samuel asked, starting to see she was nothing like her brother.
"All the above, duh," Bridgett teased. "I've always wondered what meeting a vampire would be like from everything and have watched about them. Now, I'm happy that I have a brother for once," she joked, seeing the smirk on Samuel's lips. "So, is it true?" Bridgett asked, scooting to the edge of her seat once the waitress took their order. She saw the surprise in their eyes, minus Samuel when they ordered a beer.
"Is what true?" Samuel retorted as he brought his glass up to his lips.
"That at the mall back home, you took on their foot soldiers and used their blood as weapons?" Bridgett asked, wondering what she would have done during it if she had known.
"I did; your sisters are something, though?" Samuel stated, turning his attention to Vikki.
"Oh? Why's that?" Vikki inquired, thinking he was going to demean them in some way.
"Didn't think two women as attractive as they are could lay the hurt to someone like I saw them do, got to say, kind of impressed," Samuel praised.
"Well, mother has trained us since we were little on how to defend ourselves. I heard it was a mad house that night," Vikki spoke, flashing the woman a smile as she placed her beer before her.
"It was until my family arrived," Samuel answered with a wave to the four beside him. "Didn't get much better, but we held out. Ira was struggling with it like you are during that battle," he stated, his eyes boring into Bridgett's body. "It's okay; I didn't read your mind or anything like that. No, Ira had that same look in his eyes when he wondered if he would be strong enough during that fight. Oh, tell him we have to go harass the Nords again; Hekatê found it amusing. But as I said to Ira, you have to ask yourself, is what you want to protect worth the cost? Is it worth the pain? The sorrow? All to ensure whatever or whomever it was, was safe? If it is, don't see this as saving the world; think of it as protecting 'you'..." Bridgett sat up straighter in her seat as his voice rang in her head. "From what waited for us on that night, the night the old gods, the new gods, and the neutral." Pointing right up at the ceiling where Anael and Azza were hovering, telling the two of them he's known they were there. "Stood together to put back something so old, so ancient, so... hungry to sleep, that was something," Samuel said; the flashes of that night played out along the surface of his wine as he stared down at it. "Then Ira went and became a Throne; I think that's what he called it," he uttered, thinking back to that conversation.
"Seems like you struck up a friendship with my brother," Bridgett stated as she leaned back while lifting her bottle off the table.
"So, Sam, what did you want to do before this became your life?" Vikki asked before taking another sip of her beer.
"Microbiologist," Samuel stated factually, noting how the two of them were staring at him.
"Huh? Well, after what you said about your mother, I can see that" Bridgett mused after a few seconds.
"That life wasn't meant for you, Sammy; you were meant to be with us," Kelly said sweetly as she slipped her hand into his lap. "Now, come dance with me," she cooed, her love burning in her eyes as the candle light played within their depths.
"Mmm, yes, dancing is a must; you can't take us out and not dance with us," Charlotte stated, nodding along with her niece.
"I was hoping we would," Bridgett said, eager to see the ladies on the dancefloor. "I hope you wouldn't mind if I cut in, would you?" she asked coyly as she peered at Samuel as they ambled out of their private area.
Bridgett and Vikki were in heaven as they danced, feeling the eyes of the undead on them as they danced provocatively against one another. After they were sure all four had a dance with Samuel, they weren't after to break them up, just to experience them, or so they hoped. Bridgett's eyes flashed alluringly at Samuel as she rubbed her ass against him while Vikki was dancing with Charlotte, then switched off until Samuel was the only one left. Only when the four of them said it was fine, then the two of them proceed to sandwich Samuel all to entice him and his wives into a night neither would soon forget. They talked some more, and Kelly found she could really like the two women that had just appeared in their lives. Although she didn't like how Bridgett was coming on to her, well, everyone at the table, especially the way she was eyeing her brother.
"So, why exactly did you make this offer to my husband?" Kelly glanced over to Pandora, glad she was the one that did it. While she knew Samuel would protect them if the need arose since she doubted she could fend off the both of them at once. "We aren't in the habit of sharing our husband with strangers," Pandora intoned as she leaned back in her chair, seeing Nimue's nod of support.
"We so get that?!" Bridgett said instantly, only to be stopped when Vikki placed her hand over hers.
"Please, forgive Bridgett's eagerness, this life is new for her, and we both have been in love with the macabre since we both were little. I understand your annoyance, us just barging into your lives like we have. I will admit I have let my lust lead me a few times this night. Yet, what do you expect when you put four hot, tasty women in front of a lesbian succubus? Especially when two of them are vampires, you had to know something like this would happen," Vikki said, looking at Samuel, who shrugged that he might have. "We aren't saying it has to be tonight, or tomorrow for that matter, just whenever you all feel comfortable with us. Just know that both of us are willing to do whatever it is to make this happen. It just doesn't have to be just Samuel and us; we're more than willing to offer you our bodies in exchange."
"Okay, why are the two of you so hellbent on getting my Sammy between your legs?" Charlotte asked with a pointed look.
"He smells like sex," Bridgett muttered, nearly drooling on herself as she gazed wantonly at Samuel, who had a slightly perplexed look.
"Please, explain what you mean my husband smells like sex?" Nimue asked with a wave of her hand as she sat stalwartly in her seat.
"We're succubi, well, Bridgett is more angel than a demon, anyway, we live off of sex, as I'm sure you know something about that," looking at Kelly and Charlotte when she said that, "even for me, it's very hard to control my urges around him. To us," gesturing to Bridgett and herself, "Samuel's like to us... how do I say this without sounding like a slut," Vikki mused aloud, getting a giggle out of Kelly and a sly smirk from Charlotte. "He's like something I want to wrap myself around and drink in everything he is. To writhe in bliss as the sexual energies surrounding him touches every part of me," she purred, moving her body seductively in her seat as the thought played along her mind.
"But didn't you just say you were lesbians?" Charlotte asked, confused.
"We are, well, Bridgett more so than me, but Ira altered her demon, so she didn't have to sleep with men to feed like normal succubi do," Vikki explained.
"But I am willing, if or when you all are," Bridgett said, wondering why she wasn't revolted at the thought like she was when some man tried to take her home with them a few times since she awakened. Looking inwardly, feeling her demon just writhing being this close to Samuel after what she felt in that kiss they shared.
"But have you ever slept with a man before?" Pandora asked, cocking an attituded at the two who she thought were interlopers.
"One man, but that's a private matter; like your hair, by the way, frames your face rather nicely," Bridgett stated, noting how Pandora looked over to Samuel, who agreed with her. "Cute too; I knew I would be in trouble tonight," she shyly flirted when she saw how Pandora's cheeks heated at Samuel's words. She knew even from the short period of time, even if she wanted to, which she didn't, she wouldn't be able to pull anyone of them away from Samuel since their eyes usually found their way to him.
"Be careful there, dear," putting on her best creole accent, "you might get more than you bargained for," Pandora said, countering Bridgett's lure with her own vampiric seduction.
"What if I agree to let you tie me up, then will you do lewd, lewd things to this sweet, tight body of mine? What of Vikki? I promise you; you haven't felt a tongue like my woman's," Bridgett purred wantonly as she draped her body along Vikki's right side, hoping to tempt her into their little bargain.
"Huh, so that's what you look like," Samuel said, studying Bridgett's true self. It had taken him some time to discern what his eyes were showing him.
"What?!" Bridgett stammered, looking at Vikki, making sure she hadn't lost control, who shook her head that she hadn't.
"Sorry, meant that as the quiet part," Samuel said with an apologetic smile.
"Are you saying you can see the real me?" Bridgett asked, noting the perplexed looks levied at him from his wives, so she knew they couldn't see her true self.
"Yeah." Bridgett felt a chill run down her spine at the coldness of that one word. The look that was held in his cobalt eyes wasn't the one she's been fighting to keep from giving in to the temptation; no, the gaze she was now faced with was a look of a predator stalking its prey. "No offense, but you are what you are; I know firsthand what your side can do and know that night was only a temporary truce. Plus, having seen your brother in his demon state or whatever Ira calls it and his angel side often enough. I have to be on the lookout for angels about," he said indifferently.
"Nope, I get it, you have to protect your family, and I would never do anything to bring any harm to them. I know Ira would be royally pissed if I did. I'd rather not experience that again," Bridgett spoke, her mind flashing back to when she woke up in a crater with a broken body.
"Do you mean those words?" Samuel asked, setting his glass aside. He has noted how Nimue had been eyeing him ever since Bridgett brought up the blood daggers. He was pondering if she was thinking about who taught him blood magic since all masters were meant to teach that skill to their fledglings.
"We do," Vikki spoke, answering for the both of them.
"If you wish to hang out around here, my only restriction I have is a binding spell," raising his hand when they started to speak, "it's just to keep you to your word, that's all. If you agree to that, then you two are welcome to come by the house any time."
"What about here?" Bridgett inquired, not eager to lose her new night spot to go to on dates with Vikki.
"Well, seeing how I have no control over this place, the House does. You can, I would assume," looking over to Nimue and Pandora, who were deep in thought, "let's circle back to that later. I come here about every night since I don't sleep mostly. So if you can't show up on your own, you can always join me until the House makes a decision; sound fair?"
"We understand precautions, so what's this binding spell?" Bridgett asked, pondering how lewd it was. She remembered Missy telling her how Samuel wrote something in her own nectar, and the feeling afterwards was beyond comparison to any sexual encounter she's ever had. Wondering if she could keep herself in check if he had to get her aroused enough, although, at the moment, that wasn't a hard thing to do.
"Hold out your hands," Samuel ordered, getting up from his seat.
"Husband? Since when and who has taught you blood magic?" Nimue asked in an accusatory tone, watching Bridgett hiss as Samuel's sharp fingernail stabbed the palm of her hand. Leaning forward, watching how he used the tip of his nail to drawl out the sigil on her palm. Seeing no errors in the sigil, he had inscribed onto Vikki's right palm
"Don't fold your hand or make a fist," Samuel directed, seeing their nods of understanding as he lowered himself back into his seat. "Nimue, would you mind?" he asked, offering out his hands to her.
"Answer my question, Samuel," Nimue spoke in a hard tone as she gazed angrily at her husband.
"Hekatê." Was the only word Samuel spoke as flashes of guilt and piety played across Nimue's face. Watching how her two freed strands of hair swayed before her as she bowed her head. Her touch was light on the back of his hands as she took his right hand into her left.
