Lucky me, I had the three most important men in my life sitting down for a nice family dinner. The irony of having Satan, my dear daddy, and the words "nice" and "family" used together did not escape me. After some careful negotiation, I'd made sure my father would behave at this and future dinners--we'd even signed the contract in blood. With my dad, you could never exercise too much caution. Not that I needed it for this particular meal. My father currently beamed like an escaped mental patient. Kind of freaky for the uninitiated, but as his daughter, I considered it endearing. And the reason for his joy? I'd just announced David was moving in with Auric and me.
"I can't believe it, my daughter living in sin with not one man, but two. You do a father proud," he said, toasting the occasion. I swear he almost wiped a tear.
Auric rolled his eyes, familiar with my father's antics, but David appeared taken aback. My father's sense of humor took some getting used to.
Life in the week since we'd vanquished the hooded one had returned to normal, or as normal as it could get for a princess of Hell. I'd avoided, in my usual 'head in the sand' fashion, some of the things Gabriel told me when I captured him. My cowled nemesis, for the curious, was a fallen angel who'd delighted in torturing me. When I finally got him on his knees at the point of my sword, he began to spout all kinds of crap. I'd decapitated the freaky bastard rather than listen to his monologue. Like hello, I'd seen enough movies to know letting the enemy talk gave them time to wait for reinforcements. Besides, watching my men fight at the time made me horny and not in the mood to exercise patience.
Apart from Gabriel, who I refused to discuss, Auric kept trying to talk to me about my absent mother. As if I wanted to think about the bitch who'd abandoned me with a curse on my mind--not! Sticking my fingers in my ears and humming soon brought those attempted conversations to a halt. Poor Auric, I was really making him practice his sighs of impatience a lot lately.
Anyway, I refused to dwell on the crap I'd gone through lately and, in an attempt for a life of normalcy, I'd arranged for my dad to come for a nice family dinner--cooked by Auric, of course. Anything less would have seen me punished for cruelty.
The pasta primavera came out divine, the chicken succulent, the conversation ribald; in other words, dinner appeared a complete success.
It figured my aunt Fate would fuck with it. A knock sounded at the door and I'd like to say I heard haunting music, that my eyes rolled back and I experienced an ominous premonition. Alas, my precognitive skills were limited to the knot which formed in my stomach. I knew from a lifetime of experience that if things were going well something would come along to screw with me, which meant whoever stood on the other side of that steel reinforced barrier was about to fuck up the nice new life I'd settled into.
"Don't answer," I said in a childish attempt to avoid whatever calamity waited for me in the hallway.
Apparently, my worry was contagious because Auric grabbed his holy sword before he headed to the door when a second knock sounded. Auric twisted the knob and swung the door open, keeping care to ensure his bulky body remained in front of the doorway, blocking direct access inside. It also meant I couldn't see who'd come calling.
I drummed my fingers on the table, which caused David to stand and move to stand in front of me protectively. My men, throwbacks to a time of chivalry when women were fainting damsels. Cute and yet so unnecessary. They knew by now, even if they refused to acknowledge it, I could take care of myself.
I heard a chair sliding back and hitting the floor. Looking over, I saw my father staring at the door, a look of stunned surprise on his face. The knot in my stomach tightened into a really painful ball. I'd never seen my dad look so spooked. And if the caller had the ability to freak out Lucifer, Lord of Hell, it didn't bode well for me.
"No, it can't be," he muttered.
A burning need rose in me, overcoming my trepidation. I had to see what had my father looking like he'd seen a ghost. I walked around David who, to my surprise, didn't try and stop me.
"Hello, Lucifer." A petite woman, with creamy smooth skin I envied, walked in. "It's been a long time." Dressed in a green suit, that would have looked appropriate in the boardroom, she didn't sport claws, or horns, heck, she didn't even have a weapon. It didn't matter though, panic engulfed me. Taking a step back, I butted up against the dinner table. I didn't understand my reaction to the seemingly innocuous looking woman. My instincts screamed danger even as my men stood there, letting the stranger into my home. I palmed my dinner knife behind my back.
"Do you know this woman, dad?" I asked. Did Auric know her as well? Was that why he'd let her in?
"Yes, and so do you," my father replied, the expression on his face drawn, his eyes full of sorrow.
I hated cryptic answers, they made my head hurt. The woman looked at me with her long hair and familiar face. The room spun and I swooned. Thankfully, there were several pairs of hands there to catch me.
I regained consciousness seated on Auric's lap with David handing me a glass of water, which I took with shaking hands. The knife I'd palmed fell into my lap, not that anyone noticed. The center stage currently belonged to the woman watching me enigmatically, my long lost mother.
"What's your name?" I suddenly felt a monstrous need to know. I had no memories of her, no one did. And now that I had a face, I wanted an identity to go with it. A name I could curse.
She arched a brow and I found her smile condescending. "I would have thought your first question would have been why am I here?"
"Fine then, why are you here?" I let my impatience show. I hated momentous news before dessert. Especially when I knew Auric had spent the afternoon crafting a caramel topped cheesecake from scratch. Long lost mother who abandoned me versus decadent cheesecake dripping in creamy caramel delight? I wondered how quickly I could get rid of her. Of course, her next words pretty much blew all thoughts of dessert out of my mind.
"Why, to witness the birth of your child. My grandchild. Which reminds me, congratulations to the fathers."
Now, there were a myriad of ways a person could comport themselves when meeting their mother for the first time. They could fall on their long lost parent, crying and hugging while trying to blubber how happy they were to be reunited. Blech. They could coldly tell the absentee mother to shove her attempt at reconciliation where the sun never shone. A touch better. A person could even faint in a damsel-like fashion or run from the room screaming "I hate you" just before they slammed a door shut. But, as a princess of Hell, I tended to lean towards the more dramatic--I did have a reputation to uphold after all. I threw a knife at my visiting mother's head.
In my defense, it was only a butter knife, unfortunately and, I knew even before I fired it with deadly intent, it would never make its target--an even bigger shame. Gasp in shock all you want, the woman had not only abandoned me as a young child, she'd also left a nasty spell on my mind that made me writhe in pain if I so much as said the word "mother". To say I had anger issues was putting it mildly.
Her teensy-tiny announcement of my pregnancy by not one, but two of my lovers factored somewhere in the equation as the icing on the cake. Not that I believed her, of course. I mean, seriously, me, pregnant?
Anyway, possible uterine situations aside, I chucked a butter knife at her. It hit an invisible wall and went clattering noisily to the floor.
Chaos erupted, most of it caused by me, and I found myself manhandled, without the usual erotic groping, until I stood hidden by the broad back of my consort Auric, while David, my second lover, grabbed me in a wrestler hold from behind--again a lot more fun when we were all naked.
"Let me go," I growled as I thrashed in David's implacable grip.
"Not until you calm down," he retorted.
My mature reply was to slam my foot down on his instep. A human would have dropped me, screaming like a stuck pig. However, my lovers weren't human, so he didn't even grunt. Instead, the jerk just lifted me high enough that my flailing feet pedaled in midair. Frustrated and still in the mood to inflict some bodily harm, I appealed to my other lover. "Auric, you tell him to unhand me this instant." I disliked that my request came out sounding petulant; although, it probably went well with my jutting lower lip.
Vivid green eyes met mine as Auric turned to peer back at me. "He'll let you go when you can comport yourself as a lady."
I snorted. Like that would ever happen. "When Hell freezes over." At his arched brow, I flushed and amended my statement, "Again." See, not so long ago, the pit of damnation had experienced its very first winter. I'd really enjoyed the pure white look, but as it turned out, Hell freezing over was a bad thing for humanity. Who'd have guessed there was some secret force out there keeping track of all the vows made with conditions such as "I'll sleep with you when Hell freezes over." Needless to say, when Hades' temperature plummeted, a lot of women found themselves putting out whether they wanted to or not.
I snapped my wandering mind back to the situation at hand instead of a past I'd conquered.
"She's got a right to her anger," said my father.
I beamed at my dad. Sue me. I took pride in being a daddy's girl. "Yes, I do. So, let me at the cow."
My men ignored me and when I looked sideways at my father, waiting for him to come to my aide again, he shrugged helplessly.
"Some Satan you are," I grumbled. Actually, if I weren't concerned with possibly hurting the people I loved most in the world, my dad and my lovers, I could have broken free using my innate magic. Their well-being in the face of my still not entirely reliable power and a twisted set of rules and morals which I'd created for myself, made me stay my magical hand. Besides, a girly part of me enjoyed the manhandling. It made me think of our bedroom games where one would hold me down while the other did superhot things to my body. However, I was allowing myself to get distracted again, pleasant as the mental images were. I brought my naughty mind back to the present in time to hear my father speak.
"Actually, your men might have the right idea. I'd like to hear what she has to say before you rip her head off."
"Well, I don't," I muttered stubbornly as I struggled anew to free myself. I was sure my mother had plenty of handy excuses as to why she'd abandoned me and I wasn't interested in any of them. The only thing that would satisfy me involved wiping the smug look off her face but all the invectives in the world wouldn't loosen David's grip. Damned shapeshifter, he just had to be as strong as he was good looking. The jerk.
Rescue came from an unlikely source. "Oh, let her go. She can't hurt me." The petite form of my X chromosome donator came into view as my mother walked around Auric. If I hadn't been so pissed, I would have laughed at the look on my father's face as she brushed him in passing--part shock, part lust and a touch of fear--not a reassuring sign. Not much shook my dad, but this tiny woman sure did. I disliked her even more because of it.
"You've got a lot of fucking nerve coming back," I spat even as David's arms tightened instead of loosening. A chair scraped as someone dragged it across the floor. A moment later, I found myself handed from one Neanderthal to another as David passed me over to Auric who sat me on his lap. An admittedly more comfortable position without the manacling arms, but one I already knew I wouldn't escape until I either calmed down or my mother left. I didn't like either option so I settled on sneaky and waited for an opening.
"There's no need to be so hostile." My mother's condescending tone did little to ease my irritation.
"Actually, Muriel has every right to be upset." Auric came to my rescue and earned himself a blowjob for later, my newfound specialty. "You abandoned her as a small child without an explanation or further contact and now come waltzing back into her life as if nothing's wrong, only to drop a bomb. I think she's entitled to her anger."
My mother made a moue of annoyance and her dark eyes flashed with ire. "So why not let her kill me if you think I'm so evil?"
"I'm tempted to, but Lucifer's right. We need answers, but don't worry--" Auric's voice dropped and when he next spoke I shivered, in delight, at his deadly tone. "If I don't like the answers or you try to hurt Muriel again, I will kill you myself."
Ooh, a blowjob and more. I did so love Auric. I should have known he'd take my side. And damn, did I find it hot when he got all protective and dangerous.
"And you, kitty, are you also going to kill me?" My mother turned eyes meant to look innocent on my other lover--David, my giant, blond, shapeshifting panther--and I almost snorted again. Was I the only one who could read the deceit behind her calculated gaze?
"Muriel's well-being is my main concern. Hurt her and I'll have to hurt you." David spoke nonchalantly as his hand came to rest on my shoulder. I tilted my head sideways and rubbed my cheek against it. Make that two BJs for later.
My mother's lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. "I don't have time for these childish games. There are grave matters afoot."
"When aren't there?" I muttered. It seemed lately, along with the usual assassination attempts that came with my position as a princess of Hell, life hadn't stopped throwing curve balls at me. I already knew shit was coming and I'd invested in a new wardrobe of black to handle the stains--really hot and slutty outfits with easy access for the celebratory sex that usually occurred after I'd prevailed.
Given that my life consistently insisted on being complicated, I no longer bothered to worry about it. I'd handle it if, and when, it arrived. I didn't lack confidence and I'd earned my right to boast. Heck, I'd almost single handedly saved Hades from a rebellion not long after I met Auric. Then, when a massive spell turned the pit I'd grown up in into a winter wonderland, I killed Gabriel, the freaky, spell casting angel gone mad. And to top it all off, with the help of my super fun nympho magic and two energetic lovers, I relit the flames of Hell. Whatever load of crap fate had in store for me, I figured I could handle it. In my world, it was all about attitude.
"The babe you carry--"
I cut her off. "Listen, lady. I don't know what makes you think I'm pregnant, but I assure you, I'm not. I mean, don't you think I would have noticed?" I waited for Auric to second my statement, but instead silence reigned. An icy finger tickled its way down my spine. "Um, Auric, tell her I can't be pregnant."
"I wish I could, but there's something different about you lately." Auric spoke quietly and I shifted in his lap to peer into his face. I didn't like what I saw in his eyes.
In a panic, I looked at my father who shrugged helplessly and then up at David who wouldn't meet my eyes. "No. Un-uh. I'd know if I had a bun in the oven." I tried to count in my head the date of my last period and came up blank. Not a good sign because even I knew my math wasn't that bad. Cold dread gripped me as the truth tried to batter through my denial. Sure, I'd thought of motherhood--way, way in the future, once my life settled down. But pregnant now, and as impossible as it seemed, by two men as my mother claimed? I refused to take just her word for it. However, until I could talk to someone I trusted to give me the unvarnished truth, I needed some more answers. Starting with, what the fuck was my mother?
"Who and what are you?"
I swear we could have heard a cockroach fart the room got so quiet. Apparently, I wasn't the only one suffering from that particular curiosity.
"I am Gaia."
"I didn't ask for your sexual orientation. I asked for your name."
My mother's brow creased and Auric's chest shook as he rumbled with laughter.
I scowled. "What? You know I hate it when I don't get the joke."
"I am Gaia," my mother repeated enunciating each letter clearly. "Also known as Mother Earth."
Heat rose in my cheeks at my mistake, but I wouldn't let my embarrassing error over her name stop me from speaking my mind. "Anyone ever tell you that you suck at the mother part?"
For a moment, I thought I'd gone too far as Gaia--I refused to call her mother now that I had a name for her--puffed up. Even unschooled as I was in magic, I recognized the fact she drew power around herself. I'd never know what she meant to do with it though--maybe wash my mouth out with some esoteric soap--because my dad finally yanked his balls out of hiding and used them.
"Enough." Dad said the word quietly, but the threat in his tone rang clear. And to everyone's surprise, I'm sure, Gaia backed down. I almost stuck my tongue out in a childish gesture of triumph, but restrained myself. Look at me, growing up and acting like an adult. Not!
Before I could I cause more trouble, Auric spoke. "Why have you returned?"
"I need the child she carries."
Gaia's statement, boldly spoken, shocked everyone into stillness and my chance arrived. I sprang lightning quick from Auric's lap and slammed into the bitch's smaller form. We both hit the floor, hard, and I managed to wrap my hands around her neck and bang her head on the floor a few times before someone yanked me off her. It didn't stop my mouth from running though.
"You sick bitch! You keep your hands off the baby I'm not pregnant with. You'll get nothing from me. I wouldn't even piss in your mouth if it was on fire, you ... you..."
I would have said a lot more, some of it pretty inventive and involving household items she could shove in her various orifices, but I found my mouth plastered by Auric's, and as usual when he kissed me, I forgot what was going on around me.
My magic stirred as his lips slanted over mine. An easily roused beast, my nympho powers never missed a chance to draw in sexual energy. At the back of my mind, I recognized Auric's attempt at distraction, but I allowed it. I was done talking with Gaia for the moment, and the sooner she left, the quicker my boys would give me some breathing room--and a good fuck. Then I'd go hunting for answers of my own.
First though, I'd take the opportunity presented to recharge my batteries and have fun whilst doing so. I vaguely heard the sounds of people leaving and when familiar hands, four of them to be exact, began divesting me of my clothing, I knew my dad and the woman who'd incubated me had left.
I'm sure some people would have some choice names for me given I openly flaunted the fact I had not one, but two lovers. Call me a slut or a whore all you want, you jealous bitches. I loved my unusual threesome lifestyle, for while Auric was my soulmate and consort, I also deeply loved David. The two of them in my bed and heart made me ecstatically happy and I enjoyed some truly kick ass magic as an added benefit.
Not to mention the orgasms were out of this world.
Of course, pleasure sometimes came with pain. Naked, wet and horny, I couldn't wait to get sucked or fucked. Instead, I ended up splayed on my stomach over David's naked lap.
"Aw, come on," I complained--not too hard, though. I did enjoy some firm correction from time to time. But like or not, I still played the part of unwilling submissive. "She totally deserved that for interrupting our nice family dinner." I tried to rear up, a foolhardy attempt what with David's large hand holding me firmly down.
The first crack on my ass stung, but I didn't cry out. Tough was one of my middle names.
"That's for acting like a spoiled brat," Auric announced. Another sharp smack followed, a much harder one and I bit my lip. My consort had learned I could handle a lot and no longer held back as much when he punished me. "That was for acting before thinking." A flurry of slaps peppered my bottom, alternating between my cheeks. The pinching pain made me gasp but the more he heated the skin of my buttocks with his hands, the more my desire coiled, ready to spring.
"And that," he said, his voice husky, "is for tempting the bitch to hurt you and not listening to me." The force behind his blows lightened and I smiled unseen as I knew what would happen next.
I usually misbehaved for a reason and when Auric's hand slipped between my thighs to stroke my slick flesh, I moaned. Pleasure and pain, say what you would, they went hand in hand--or should I say prick in pussy.
His calloused fingers gripped my burning cheeks and I hissed, crying out as he used my spread position to rub the swollen head of his rod against my clit. The direct stimulation made me squirm and gasp. He teased me with his shaft, slapping it against my cleft and then sliding it back and forth against me.
"Give it to me," I begged.
"Tell me you're going to be a good girl," he replied.
"Never." I wouldn't make a promise I couldn't keep.
"What am I going to do with you?" Auric growled. He rewarded my defiant stance with more slaps to my pussy and clit with his cock. I moaned, the zinging pleasure of his punishment making me hot and wet for him.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Auric's fingers dug into my cheeks and he sheathed his cock in my throbbing sex. I yelled, the instant filling of my channel by his wide shaft making my vaginal muscles clench around him. He moved inside of me, in and out. He started slow, his balls lightly tapping my clit. He did that just to tease me. He knew I liked it hard and fast, and as I continued to squeeze my pussy around him, tighter than OJ's glove, he increased his pace until he slammed in and out of me so hard his balls slapped my nub making me keen.
Against my tummy, I could feel David's excitement as he watched Auric take his turn pumping my sex. My big kitty had voyeuristic tendencies and I freely admitted, I found having him as an audience titillating.
I struggled to shift position with a moaned, "I want to suck you." Those magic words saw David release me and, with a little shuffling, I repositioned myself. Instead of being draped over his lap, I faced David, on my knees, still bent over. My face ended up poised just above his groin and a cock that tempted me.
I slid my lips over his engorged head, inching him slowly in, teasing him. Auric resumed pumping me from behind and shoved a heavy hand in the middle of my back forcing me down onto David's dick. I loved it when he got all dominant. I braced my hands on David's thighs and then with the ease of recent practice, bobbed my head up and down David's prick while slamming my ass back against Auric's groin, driving his cock to the hilt in my channel.
Hot, fast and sweaty. That's how I wanted my sex and they gave it to me. When Auric started lightly slapping my already sensitized bottom, my pussy clenched and then exploded. Lost in the throes of my orgasm, I vaguely noticed David had grabbed my hair to hold my head in the right position for him to mouth fuck me. And then, like a synchronized sex team, my lovers came in a rush of cream and sexual power that filled me up in more ways than one.
They released me and I stood up. I stretched with a smile to put the Cheshire cat to shame. My magical reservoir was filled to overflowing but that didn't prevent me from crooking a finger at them from the bathroom door. Warmed up and still in the mood, I planned to make use of the large shower stall we'd had installed.
And might I say round two ended up just as much fun.