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Scales Of Justice
Shadow
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I gave Bloome a quick kiss and disappeared, materializing inside the back of the windowless van where Nora was chained to the wall by her ankle and wrist.
She screamed in alarm and I laughed. “Hi.”
“Fuck, you scared me, too,” Kovah said from the passenger seat.
Nora immediately began to utter something in Latin, and I knew what she was doing, so I clamped my hand over her mouth. “Uh, uh, uh. No you don’t.” I looked at Kovah. “Gimme some help back here.”
Kovah climbed between the seats.
“Make sure she doesn’t talk. She’s trying to utter a spell.”
“In Latin?” he asked, clamping his hand over her mouth when I removed mine. “She’s been uttering something the whole time and then screaming like she was mad.”
I pulled out the magical cuffs Bloome had given me and slapped them on both wrists. I’d had to slide the shackle out of the way, but kept her chained to the van wall, as well.
“Yes, she’s trying to make your hearts explode, but she’s obviously too dumb to realize you’re not vampires and that doesn’t work.”
“But you are,” Kovah said, looking worried.
“I know, but those are magical cuffs, she can’t do shit but scream and cry with those babies on her.”
Kovah removed his hand from her mouth, and she started laughing. “Magical cuffs? What, to weaken my magic? Urban legend. They don’t exist.”
“Well, you can see that they do. Bloome’s parents are apparently collectors of all the cool, witchy things,” I said, smirking at her.
“Somnum!” she yelled, looking at Kovah and me.
Nothing happened.
“What does that mean?” Kovah asked.
“My Latin’s a little rusty, but I think it means ‘sleep’,” Venom said from the driver’s seat.
“Looks like the cuffs do work. Byeeee!” I disappeared and materialized in the clubhouse right where I’d left Bloome, kissing her on the nose.
She jumped and put her hand on her chest. “Fuck! I will never get used to that!”
“None of us have,” Viper muttered as he dragged a chair into the middle of the clubhouse.
“Cuffs are on, they’ll be here in a couple minutes,” I announced.
Two minutes later, Venom and Kovah dragged the screaming, kicking witch inside and plopped her into the chair.
“Try to get up and we’ll duct tape your legs together,” Viper warned.
“Filthy fucking bloodsuckers. You might as well just kill me, and then I’ll see you in hell,” Nora spat.
“Well, it’s daytime and we’re tired, so let’s get this over with so we can all get some sleep,” Viper said. He looked at Iliana and the other two witches she’d brought. “Do your thing.”
Nora narrowed her eyes at the three witches but said nothing.
“Do you confess to killing five vampires in the French Quarter?” Iliana asked. She wore some fancy, colorful priest robe-looking thing and a lot of jewelry.
“Five?” Nora said, now laughing. “Sure, I’ll confess to five.”
What the fuck...
“How many, young lady?” Iliana demanded. “I can make you tell the truth while you wear those cuffs.” She pointed to the magical handcuffs still secured around her wrists.
“We can make you do lots of things while you wear those,” Bloome commented, her arms folded across her chest. “I once saw my parents make a couple of witches quack like ducks for like twenty-four hours.”
We all laughed. Even though I knew no one could do magic in the clubhouse, it was still warded.
She narrowed her eyes at the redhead. “Not funny, bitch.”
“We’ll see.” Bloome inclined her head toward her hands.
Nora began trying to make her hand as small as possible and pull it out of the cuff.
“That’s not going to work, they don’t come off until I say they do,” Iliana said.
That got me wondering—did they have a key or was it a spell, or what? Putting them on had been easy, but I would admit I’d felt a small, magical tingle as soon as they were secured around her hands.
“How many?” Viper demanded. “Your witch council may have patience, but I do not. I should kill you right now for murdering those five. So, you might as well fess up to how many more.”
“If you’re just going to kill me, why would I talk?”
“The council is going to punish you, we agreed to that, but you owe us a confession and explanation before a war breaks out. Witches killing vamps isn’t going to keep peace in the Quarter,” Viper said.
“Out with it,” Iliana said.
Nora just stared at her defiantly.
“See those cages over there?” Viper asked. “We can just lock you in one of them until you talk. How long can you go without food or water?”
Nora glanced at the cages and then to Iliana. “You’d let them do that?”
She hesitated, then said, “Yes.”
With a scowl, Nora looked at Viper and said, “I don’t know an exact number, but I’ve been doing it for years. So probably a hundred. Maybe more.” We all gasped, and she ignored us, looking at Iliana. “And screw you, Iliana.”
Iliana, an older but very pretty woman, narrowed her eyes at the young witch. “Nora Lee, Lesser Witch of the New Orleans Order of Witches, I hereby sentence you to twenty years of mortal sleep.”
Bloome gasped beside me. “Ooh. Ouch.”
Nora screamed and stood up, lunging at Iliana. “You can’t do that! Just kill me!” Venom and Phoenix plopped her right back down into the chair and held her there.
I noticed MyAnna was watching from the doorway to the breakroom. She looked scared and sad.
“What’s mortal sleep?” I asked Bloome between Nora’s screams and shouts.
“Think Sleeping Beauty. They’re going to lock her in a glass coffin for twenty years where she’ll sleep away her sentence under a powerful spell that will keep her body alive.”
“Where a handsome prince will have to kiss her awake?” I teased.
She shook her head with a snort. “Absolutely not.”
“If she’s asleep, then how is that really punishment, though? Shouldn’t she go break rocks in a chain gang or something? You know, real prison time?”
She laughed. “You can’t send witches to prison, they’ll just use magic to escape.”
“But she can’t escape the glass coffin?” I asked, intrigued.
Bloome shook her head. “No, she cannot. An unbreakable spell is put on the coffin and her body. She will wake up in twenty years, having aged and lost twenty years of her life. She might not be able to have children, either, as she’ll be in her late forties by then. She will probably not know where she is or what’s going on, as the coffin isn’t monitored. It’s just usually left in the attic of the council’s house or somewhere like that. She’ll have no help or consolation upon awakening. It really is a punishment. Like prison time, just asleep.”
“Ouch is right,” I replied.
“Harsh,” Kovah said, smiling. “Brilliant, but harsh.”
“Gentlemen, if you would be so kind?” Iliana asked Venom and Kovah, pointing to the door.
“Yes, ma’am,” Venom replied, grabbing Nora by the upper arm and escorting her to the door.
“Make sure I get my cuffs back,” Bloome called out.
Once they reached the door, Nora put her foot on the doorframe to stop them. She looked at Bloome and said, “Bitch, you better be looking over your shoulder when I’m out because I’m coming for you first.”
“We’ll both probably be grandmas by then, so that should be fun. Oh wait, no you won’t be a grandma. Ever. You’ll just look like one. Sorry.” She shrugged.
“Fuck you, cunt! I hate you!”
I pulled Bloome to me as Venom and Kovah dragged the screaming girl out into the van.
“You’re so savage,” I whispered in her ear, pulling her tight against me.
“She’s a bitch and deserves every year of that punishment. And fuck her for putting me in that position to begin with.”
I brushed some hair back from her angry face. “You could have just ignored it. Pretended that you didn’t know what was going on.”
She looked up at me, smiling sadly. “You’re right. I could have. But after meeting you, and your friends”—she looked around the clubhouse where the guys were standing around talking—“I knew I couldn’t. I don’t think I could have kept quiet regardless, and it didn’t help that I couldn’t stand Nora, anyway. But I had to do the right thing. I had to tell someone what she was doing. It was just wrong period.”
“I hope you don’t feel guilty for her getting locked away for so long,” I said, rubbing my hand on her face.
She shook her head. “I don’t. She’s a sociopath with no remorse. She needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Well, I hope she learns it after twenty years of sleep,” I said.
“Let’s hope.” She sighed, resting her head on my chest.
“C’mon, let’s go to my place and get some sleep,” I said, grabbing her hand.
She followed me up the stairs, and we were both asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, the minute our heads hit our pillows.
Something was tickling my nose and I blinked my eyes open to see red curls blocking my view of the face of my beautiful girlfriend.
Bloome groaned and craned her head back, looking up at me. “Good morning.”
“Good evening, you mean,” I said softly, smiling down at her sleepy, beautiful face.
“Same thing,” she replied. “I gotta use the little girl’s room. I’ll be right back.”
She’d taken off her jeans, socks, and shoes and slept in just a Metallica T-shirt and panties. I watched with pleasure as her cute little ass walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
I put my hand in front of my mouth to make sure my breath wasn’t bad—which was silly because we didn’t have those human problems, but still—and was relieved it was fine. My teeth could use a scrub, but I’d get to that later.
She emerged from the bathroom and hopped on the bed. She leaned down and kissed me, and her breath smelled like mint.
After I broke the kiss that had my already firm dick so hard it should be able to cut glass, I said, “You didn’t use my toothbrush, did you?” Not that I cared, in fact, I needed to go buy a few extra and leave them in there for her.
She giggled. “Nah, just gave myself a finger scrub and a swig of your mouthwash, if that’s okay.”
“You didn’t have to, but of course it’s okay,” I teased.
I pulled her head down toward me and kissed her soft and slow as she straddled me. I could feel the damp heat from her core getting hotter as my dick seemed to get even harder. While we kissed, I slowly ran my hand up over her flat, pale stomach and under her tee. While massaging her right nipple, I used my other hand to grip her hip as she rolled them over me. The scent of arousal she gave off was driving me absolutely insane. I pulled away from her mouth to toss her shirt off over her head. I threw it to the ground and then reached down and tore her panties off, tossing those away as well. Looking at her smooth, bare pussy, I groaned and ran my finger up her slit.
“Fuck... so beautiful. I want to eat it.”
With vampire speed, I flipped her over, spread her legs, and began to devour her glistening wet slit. She yelped at first, then began to moan loudly. I inserted two of my thick fingers and felt her tighten around them as I began to suck and lick faster and faster. When she started to shake uncontrollably, I was rewarded with a huge gush of her juice into my mouth as she cried out my name, gripping the bedsheets tightly in her fists. I swallowed her juices, having never experienced that with a woman before.
I lapped at her clit a few more times before getting up on my knees, running a hand down my drenched beard. “Fuck you’re wet,” I said to her as she lay under me, panting, flushed red, and smiling.
“I’m a squirter, sorry. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
My eyes went wide. “The fuck it is! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Can you squirt on my cock?”
She bit into her lip and nodded. “Oh, yeah. And I have.” She winked.
Without breaking eye contact, I shoved my dick into her soaking pussy and moaned. “Oh, God, you’re so tight, baby.”
“That’s because you barely fit, you beast,” she replied, trailing off at the end as she craned her head back in pleasure. “Damn your cock is huge. Amazing and beautiful, but a bit to get used to.”
“Stop, you’re gonna give me a big head,” I chided, pumping in and out of her slowly as I watched her beautiful pink nipples pucker in pleasure. I reached down and twisted one between my fingers as my other hand kept her thick, pale thighs open.
“You already have a big head,” she said, staring at our connection as my shaft moved in and out of her.
While she watched, I pulled all the way out, slid the head of my cock over her swollen clit, then slammed back in as she squealed, and I moaned. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Yes,” she murmured, gripping my biceps and staring into my eyes. “Fuck me, Shadow. Make me come. Make me squirt all over you.”
Oh, sweet hell...
I began to stroke my cock in and out her, moving faster and faster, tweaking her nipple and leaning down to kiss her as I chased my release. All I had to do was feel her squeezing around me and squirting her juices all over my shaft, then I would unleash my huge load inside her.
I was getting very close and wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to hold out. “Come for me, Bloome, baby. Explode all over my dick. He needs it. I need it,” I said, staring into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips to meet mine.
I reached down and pressed my finger over her clit as I pulled out and then slammed back in.
“Oh, Craig,” she cried.
Leaning down, I licked her neck and then bit into it, pulling her blood into my mouth as I continued to pump in and out. My eyes rolled back in my head at the myriad of sensations engulfing my body.
“Craig!” She squeezed her walls around me and gushed juices onto my cock, right as I stilled, spilling all I had inside her. I shuddered hard. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever come that hard in my life.
I collapsed on top of her briefly, kissing her hard and then pulling out and rolling over. I quickly snatched her up into my arms, letting her curl into my side. She was out of breath, trying to catch hers, and the small part of me that had kept my humanity was also breathing hard, just because it felt like the natural thing to do.
I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her shoulders. “God, that was amazing.”
“I can’t even speak right now, Craig. Like, do you have a magical penis or something? I came like four times.”
Pulling away, I looked down at her, surprised. “I thought it was twice.”
“Nooo.” She laughed. “I had a couple small ones but yeah, I’m definitely spent. I know we just woke up, but I feel like I need another nap!” She slowly got up and went into the bathroom to clean up.
“Me, too, sweetheart. Me too,” I said as she closed the door.
She quickly came back to bed and snuggled into my heat. We lay there in silence, and after we caught our breath, we talked and talked and talked. It was strange. And nice. And amazing. And just... everything. I’d been missing this kind of connection with a woman for over sixty years, and after having it, I wasn’t sure I would be able to let Bloome go if she ever wised up and decided to leave me.
That was when I knew I was completely and totally in love with her. I’d only known her a short time, but I had no doubt in my mind.
“I love you, Bloome...” I kissed her temple. “Wait, shit. What’s your last name?” God, how embarrassing.
She leaned up on her elbow and stared into my eyes. “You do? You love me?”
“With everything in my body and soul, I know that I am completely in love with you.” I was shaking, so nervous.
She grinned knowingly and leaned up, licking my lips and then my nose. “I love you more than you love me, Craig Walsh.”
Surprised and fucking elated beyond all I could ever feel, I smiled like an idiot. “No. I’m pretty sure I love you more.”
“Well, I’ll just spend the rest of my existence proving to you that I love you more than you love me, woman.”
“Collins,” she said, kissing me.
“Soon to be Walsh,” I whispered. Before she could respond, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard, fast, and sensual.