I couldn’t have said how long the all-out brawl lasted, but when it came down to five males still standing, a bell rang and the fighting stopped.
A flurry of minor demons flew into the ring and cleared the groaning, bleeding and in some cases, unconscious bodies out of the way. The five remaining contestants formed a line in front of me and I got a chance to see who had prevailed in this first vicious round.
The tallest by at least a half foot was a demon with grey/green skin. His short horns and clear skin indicated his youth. Beside him, stood a wolfman who, as I watched, shifted back in to his human form, a very naked male body with an impressive package that made the females in the crowd titter. Then there was some kind of lizard dude whose yellow slitted eyes and forked tongue totally freaked me out. The fourth player was a guy with a thick squat body and a ton of facial hair who made me think he was of dwarvish origin. Interesting, for their kind rarely ventured forth. Finally, looking tastier than a caramel covered cheesecake, Drake.
The emcee’s voice boomed. “And out of the hundred we are left with five tough enough to continue on in the battle for the title of Last Sidekick Standing. Tomorrow, we shall test their cunning. My lady with no name, would you like to give us some parting words.”
Taken by surprise, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I think I need a drink.”
Apparently, I said the right thing for my words were met with a roar of approval, and, to my relief, the curtain came crashing down. I stalked off the stage looking for Jezzie, but she’d disappeared, the sneaky bitch.
Tired, hungry and needing a stiff drink—not to mention aroused—I opened a portal back to my apartment. I vaguely wondered what the test of cunning on the morrow would entail, but couldn’t think further than my hunger. One food didn’t satisfy. Turned out my appetite craved something more carnal, say a Drake sausage smothered in my bun.
I can’t believe he’s competing. Is this his way of getting closer to me? Surprise didn’t come close to explaining my emotions when I saw him competing to be mine. Okay, mind you, this wasn’t The Bachelorette, but given his earlier chuckle over the contest, I found it flattering he’d decided to participate. Could his actions be considered courting?
And was it wrong for me to mentally root for him? After all, I hadn’t actually met the other contestants.
Fuck all the thinking. What I needed was to blow off some steam and since I refused to call Drake for some horizontal tango action, the next best thing was dancing.
But first I needed a shower with my detachable sprayer. In my opinion, every girl should have one for her cleansing pleasure.
Chapter Four
Dressed to kill, literally, with knives strapped to my thighs under my miniskirt and needles in my upswept hair, I went dancing. I would have taken Jezzie along, for I never could stay mad at my best friend for long, but she claimed she needed to work on the next day’s competition. I briefly thought of helping her, but honestly, if I didn’t blow off some steam I’d probably snap, and not in a good way.
I ended up returning to the club of the previous night where I’d met Drake for the first time. I’d never gotten to check the inside out what with all the distractions going on, so I found myself curious.
The lineup outside didn’t daunt me, my super wet lip gloss and the twenty I slipped the bouncer ensured my prompt entry into the thumping building. The DJ apparently enjoyed a deep beat, for I could feel the bass, like a heartbeat, vibrating throughout my body.
I gyrated my way onto the dance floor. I closed my eyes and let myself go to the wild rhythm. As usual when I became one with the music, I attracted attention. Bodies, both male and female, brushed against me. I didn’t bother looking, it was the same everywhere I went. Even with my power turned off, as soon as my hips got going, humans just couldn’t resist me.
I don’t know how long I swayed and gyrated, but I suddenly noticed the mortals brushing against me moving away and I could have sworn I heard a thump and a grunt as the guy dirty dancing against my ass abruptly disappeared. A new body took his place and moved in time with me, one which sent a familiar tingle through my body.
Instant heat flooded me. Drake. I’d subconsciously hoped to run into him. His hands came to rest on my waist, big hands which burned my bared skin. His groin, flush with my ass, thrust and rubbed against me in a decadent dance. I leaned back into him, lifting my arms to drape around his neck. This gave him access to my neck and he took advantage, his lips blazing a trail which sent an electric jolt right to my cleft.
I didn’t want the song to end, my desire flaming higher and higher as we moved in time. My sex moistened and quivered in anticipation.
His lips slid from my neck to the shell of my ear. “Baby, do you know how good you smell? I want to taste you. Lap your juicy little pussy ‘til you cum in my mouth.” Oh, fuck. I almost melted into a puddle on the floor. I turned around and plastered myself to his front. Ignoring the tempo of the music and the crowd around us, he slowed our dance even as my pulse raced faster.
I threaded my fingers into his silky hair and tugged him down to trace the lobe of his ear. I whispered. “After you lick me, I want you to fuck me, hard.” I didn’t so much hear his groan as felt it, his whole body shuddering in reaction to my words. His firm hands slid from my waist to my full bottom and he cupped my cheeks, molding me firmly against him. And I mean firmly. His erection pressed moltenly against me even through the fabric which restrained it. My pussy answered its call by soaking even further. If this kept up, I’d have a puddle under my feet.
Deciding we needed a little more privacy, because cops frowned on public fucking, the prudes, I slipped out of his grasp. I gave him a come hither look, one he quickly understood, and tugged him by the hand. Instead of following, he took the lead, his broad presence ahead of me making the club patrons scatter. I enjoyed the novelty of not having to push and shove my way out, just another reason a minion would be useful, especially a hot one like Drake who I could think of so many uses for.
We emerged into the cooler night air and instead of being pulled along, I found myself tucked into Drake’s side, his warm, heavy arm draped around me pressing me tight against his side.
“Where are you taking me?” I queried.
“Close by,” he growled.
He wasn’t kidding, we’d only gone a block, when he pulled me into a dark alleyway and pressed me up against the brick siding of a building. Scorching lips found mine in a passionate kiss which shot tingles from the top of my head right down to my toes. I opened my mouth and his hot tongue teased mine, the wet, sensual touch making my channel tremble pleasurably.
His hands caressed the bare skin of my waist, and I silently willed them to move lower. Like a mind reader, he skimmed lower, and tugged up the loose fabric of my mini skirt. Having worn a G-string, his hands immediately made contact with the skin on my full ass and he groaned against my mouth.
“You are so fucking hot.”
I loved it when a guy talked dirty to me, but right now I wanted action. “Shut up and touch me.”
With a chuckle against my mouth, his hands got busy. One slid between my thighs and rubbed against the wet crotch of my panties. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. I needed to because my legs had turned to mush.
Drake continued to stroke me through the fabric of my undies and I mewled and squirmed, so hot and horny I knew it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.
“Tell me what you want?” he growled in my ear before biting the lobe.