Page 10 of Dybbuk's Detritus

Theo 8.

“It’s so hot that you get along with my parents.” Rurik moans in my ear causing me to chuckle at the absurdity of his statement, especially in such a low sultry tone.

“Politeness does it for you?” I counter, bending my head to lick a stripe down his neck to his claiming bite. We’re naked and writhing on his, our, bed. Above me, he stills, pulling back to look me in the eye. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, his lips swollen from our kissing.

“You do it for me. Everything about you does it for me, Aleph.” Rurik pins my shoulders to the bed, then slides his petite frame down my body. He presses open mouth kisses to his bite on my neck, across my pecs, along the pleasure trail of black hair on my abs, each hip…Fates, he nuzzles the side of my sac, breathing deeply of my concentrated scent, a pleased hum vibrating against my skin. “Especially this big, thick, veiny, aleph cock.”

My body tenses, shudders, then relaxes as he engulfs the broad head of my cock, sucking me to the back of his throat, his tongue teasing my length. I keep my hands to my sides until the unmistakable scent of his slick permeates my nose. Knowing how I excite him has my eagle preening and my mouth watering for a taste.

Pushing at his shoulders, in a husky voice, I command, “On your back.” He yips around my cock, releases me, and drops to the bed. A dreamy smile stretching his shiny, wet lips. His dick stands up from his body, proud and eager, but it’s his hole I’m after.

I climb on top of him on all fours, my cock bouncing against his mouth. I lick his pretty dick, his cute little balls, then circle his hole. He draws his legs back to his chest, I use my arms to hold them in place, the position causing his butt to rise to my mouth. He suckles my tip, whimpers echoing in my ears. “You are going to cum for me, vydra, and you are going to do it without touching your dick.”

“Aleph…” he begs with that one word.

“Make me cum, little one, and I’ll return the favor.” I chuckle wickedly as I descend once more. I lap at the wrinkled flesh, reveling in the softening of it under my ministrations. His slick pours out of him, his dick jerking against my chest every time I pierce him with my tongue. He tastes like fresh air, freedom, and love. He tastes like forever.

He draws me deep into his throat, swallowing around the head. My hips move on their own, though I have enough presence of mind not to choke or suffocate my mate. His mouth is like an inferno, burning, consuming me. I move past rimming to completely devouring him, eating his ass like my life depended on it. I want to hear him cum, I want to feel his body give in to me.

I startle when he circles a wet finger around my ass. I’ve had a few acquaintances play around back there, but I’ve never been penetrated or fucked. I don’t have the mental capacity to think too much on it now, but I might be willing to let him top me someday.

Oh fuck, definitely sooner rather than later, I think, as his finger pushes inside. His hand is small, but after a few moments, he manages to find my prostate. Unless there’s another magic button inside my rectum that lights up every nerve ending in my body, stealing the breath from my lungs. No wonder tavs enjoy anal sex so much. Of course, they are lubricated, but with enough KY I can get behind it. Or rather, Rurik can get behind me.

“You like that, aleph?” I grunt, fucking him with my tongue, his slick coating my mouth, chin, cheeks, soul. “Cum for me, Theo, let me drink you down.” He coaxes me closer to the edge with just his words.

His dick pulses between us and I know he’s just as close as I am. Sitting up slightly, I bow my back, urging my cock down his throat, his fingers going deeper at this angle. I plunge three fingers into his wet channel, pumping into him as fast as I can go. In rapt fascination, I watch his dick erupt untouched.

I don’t hold back, roaring to the heavens as my release jettisons down his gullet. Holy fucking shit, I have never, ever, had an orgasm that intense, that powerful, that…life-affirming.

Shifting my hips, I withdraw from his throat. Down on my elbows, I suck up his jizz. When I rub my stubble on the tip of his dick, he chokes out a laugh and pushes me off of him. Sated and boneless, I fall to my side. He spins around and lays with me. We trade lazy kisses, our flavors combining into something intoxicating.

We must fall asleep. I’m not sure how long, but when I jerk awake, the moon and sun appear to be having breakfast together outside our window. It takes a moment for my body to remind me what woke me up, like déjà vu. I slide my arms from where they hold Rurik to me and clutch my stomach as it cramps again. Shit. The dybbuk.

“Aleph, what’s the matter?” Rurik mumbles sleepily, rolling over to look at me. His eyes widen in alarm when he gets a good look at my face and the fetal position, I’m currently in.

“Is it your stomach?” I nod, unable to speak for a moment. “Like food poisoning? Oh, my Fates, was my cum expired? Does it go bad? I mean it doesn’t necessarily taste that great to begin with so how can you tell, you know? Do you need to shit? Throw-up?”

“Dybbuk.” I manage to grit out, wanting to laugh at the absurdity of his train of thought. He jumps off the bed, crouched down ready to fight…naked.

“Where? Is it here?” He spins around surveilling the room before easing into a standing position.

I shake my head, stretching out as the cramp passes. Standing, on slightly shaky legs, I bend over to grab my pants. “It’s close, but not here. I have to find it.” I pull my shirt over my head. Soft hands cup my cheeks.

“I’ll notify Bronimir, stay here. Please.” I kiss his forehead, but step back to slip on my shoes. I’m not sure why I’m dressing because I have to shift, but I don’t want to traipse through the Aleph House naked, I guess.

“Tell Bronimir, then Magnus and Chloe, make sure the net is holding and the boundary casts. Alert the Family, I’m not sure how you do it, but everyone needs to be within the protection of the net immediately.”

I race out of the room, down the hall, the stairs and out the front door. Once outside I strip, throwing my clothes everywhere, before jumping off the front porch and shifting mid-air. I flap my expansive wings, lifting me higher into the air. My eagle and I both feel the pull to the dybbuk. It is a blessing to be connected in such a way that I can locate it, but useless if I can’t do anything to stop it. I prepare mentally for another dead shifter or Paranormal I am unable to help.

A wave of energy passes through my body as I fly overhead, leaving the Family behind me. I must be outside of the net now. For long minutes I fly south until a firm tug compels us to the ground. We land in the dark shadows behind a large building at the Offutt Air Force Base.

Carefully walking, my wings tucked tight, I listen for any noise to help me find the dybbuk. I finally hear a groan in the distance and a couple of guys snickering outside a door.

“Must be fucking her right against the door. Couldn’t even get her to the bed.” One says quietly.

“All I hear is him, must not be anything special for her. She should give me a go when he’s done, I bet I can make her scream.” The other says thumping his chest. Fuckers.

“Make her scream for help!” They dissolve into childish giggles.

I’ve had enough, I use my left wing to knock over a garbage can. Both men jump to attention, before taking off towards the noise. I use the distraction to advance on the building. I can feel it on the other side of the door. I stay low, moving under the nearest window to look inside. Through the blinds, the dybbuk’s dark energy glows like one of those static electricity balls as he draws the soul from the uniformed airman.

The man slumps to the ground. I’m too late. His petrified body lays haphazardly, his face turned in my direction, the shriveled remains of his eyeballs mocking me for my ineptitude.

I glance up from my failure when the dybbuk moves. Drifting through the door, it encircles me where I stand, swirling around me, taunting me, reminding me that I cannot defeat it.

Not on my own. I can’t.

Only, I’m not alone anymore.

Ignoring the coldness that seeps below my feathers, chilling me to my core, I take off, bursting through the dybbuk’s hazy aura until I reach an unhealthy height. Battling for control, my eagle brings us back to safety, soaring through the air, leading us home.

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