THE MISFITS

Chapter 10

Looking at the easy camaraderie between them, I suddenly felt a burning need to know. "How did you guys meet and become friends?"

The boys looked at each other and laughed. At my questioning look, Gene, with a sheepish smile, said, "To understand, first I need to admit that I pissed off a powerful sultan. He didn't take kindly the fact that I'd seduced and ruined all the women in his harem. " At my arched brow, he grinned even wider. "All one-hundred-and-forty-seven of them. He had a Djinn of his own who lived in a brass lamp. Using one of his wishes, he had me cursed and sealed in the bottle I showed you then cast into the ocean."

I leaned forward, rapt. "It's like something out of The Arabian Nights."

Simon laughed at Gene's scowl. "Don't remind me of that tale. Who do you think the Djinn in that story was?"

I giggled. "So how long did you end up swimming around in your bottle?"

"Oh, a thousand years or so."

That shut me up and wiped away my smile. "Oh, Gene, how awful."

"Yes, it was," he replied soberly, only to grin again a moment later. "Actually, it ended up just what I needed. I mostly napped during that time, caught up on some reading, and basically relaxed. Until the day a wave tossed me up on the icy shores of the Antarctic, that is, and a covetous dragon stole me and hid me away in his hoard of treasure."

Simon almost choked on the wine he'd just swallowed. "Stole? Ha, you washed up on my beach, and the rule is finder's keepers. Besides, your glass bottle was pretty and went well with my collection."

"You actually have a treasure hoard?" I asked, distracted like a crow by a shiny bauble.

"Oh yes, and if you're a good girl, maybe I'll show you," he promised with a wink.

"Hello? We were talking about me," Gene interjected. "And if you want treasure, I can show you things that this here old dragon can only dream of owning."

I giggled as they argued back and forth over who had the most priceless item. Eventually, I waved my hands and declared a draw. "Back to the story. Simon found your bottle and then what? Rubbed it and out you poofed?"

"Ha, I wish. My friend here didn't even realize I was in there for the first hundred years, and trust me, it wasn't for lack of trying."

Simon shrugged. "Just because I hear disembodied voices doesn't mean I reply."

As answers went, his was strange, but his wink led me to understand he was yanking my leg, although all this banter really made me wish he'd yank something else.

"Eventually, my cold-blooded captor opened the bottle," Gene said with a dramatic sigh.

"I needed a container to store some wine," Simon explained.

"And while we initially clashed - "

"Because I'd chosen to move away from humans and Gene wanted to rejoin them."

"We discovered that we quite enjoyed each other's company, and thus was the greatest friendship in existence born."

Simon rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. He just likes bragging that he's friends with the last ice dragon. And, besides, he wouldn't go away."

That set them off on another friendly squabble that put me in stitches and, with them still taunting my body with fleeting touches, at the same time, revved my desire.

Dinner took forever, or so it seemed to my extremely aware body. When the monkey server asked if we wanted dessert, I almost screamed, "Yes, the cream-filled tube kind," but Gene waved him away.

"I think we can come up with something sweeter and more satisfying at our place," Gene said to me.

My s*x watered in agreement. I'm not sure how I managed to stand on legs that wobbled like a newborn colt's. The men bracing me on either side surely helped.

We'd no sooner popped out of the restaurant back to Simon's loft than I lost the battle with my arousal.

I turned into the chest of my friendly giant and tilted my head just in time for his lips to claim mine. His firm mouth clung to mine, and I snaked my arms around his neck, pressing myself against his solid length. At my back, Gene's body pressed against me, his scorching lips teasing the sensitive skin of my nape.

Oh sweet heat.

Molten desire poured through my body. I was so hot and ready for them. My fingers clenched at the fabric covering the skin I wanted to explore. I tugged and mewled against his mouth. A chuckle in my ear made me shiver.

"Slow down, precious one," Gene said, flicking his tongue against my ear lobe. "We have all night."

With those promising words, I was swept off my feet and carried into a bedroom with the biggest damned bed ever. Simon tossed me onto the snowy white cover, and I bounced with a squeal.

Holding my gaze, Simon stripped off his dinner jacket and loosened his tie. "Hey, Gene," he said over his shoulder to the genie who'd also stripped off his coat. "I think our little hybrid misfit here is a touch impatient."

"Are you thinking what I am?" Gene tugged off his tie and snapped it between his hands.

Simon smiled, and in the blink of an eye, I found my arms pulled over my head and attached to the bedposts with their ties, a fantasy come true. They left my legs free, but still, just knowing I was at their mercy made me freaking wild, and I trembled with anticipation.

"Oops," Gene said with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. "We forgot to remove her dress first."

"I'll take care of that," Simon replied, kneeling on the bed between my legs. I squeaked as I realized he meant to rip the dress off me.

"I just bought this," I protested.

"I'll buy you dozen to replace it," growled Simon. He'd no sooner spoken than, with a tearing sound, my dress was ripped from my body, leaving me clad only in my G-string. "Perfect," Simon murmured before burying his face between my breasts.

"Um, aren't you guys a little overdressed?" I panted as he worked his mouth over to one of my taut n*****s. Then I didn't really care because he took my aching peak in his mouth and sucked. I cried out at the intense sensation, my body arching up to strike his.

"She's right," rumbled Simon, pulling his mouth from my bud. I pulled at my bonds, wanting to grab his head and put it back where it belonged - pleasuring me.

But I changed my mind when I saw both guys move to stand at the foot of the bed and start stripping. The shirts came off, the popping of flying buttons revealing two magnificent chests. Simon's was wide and covered in slabs of muscle. He also appeared hairless and bore pale skin that rivaled that of white marble. I wanted to run my hands over his smooth flesh down his wide chest to his tapered waist, then bump over his splendid abs as I explored the tantalizing vee that disappeared into his slacks.

But he wasn't the only body that deserved exploration. My genie had a treasure for me to discover too. Gene possessed a slimmer build, but he was very well toned with an even caramel tan and flat n*****s pierced by golden rings.

With such delectable options, I couldn't decide which torso I wanted to explore first.

Not that they gave me a choice - how exciting. Without a word, they each took up a position on either side of me. Like synchronized lovers, they each latched onto a n****e, their mouths both hot and yet different in their technique.

Under their oral caresses, I grew wild with want, my s*x slick with juices and my clit throbbing for attention. As if just thinking of my poor p***y relayed a psychic message, a questing hand slid down my body, wait, make that two hands, one on each side. I parted my legs for them, and while one delved between my soft folds to insert itself into my ready channel, the other found my clit and stroked it.

The intense sensation, along with the mouths sucking at my protruding n*****s, was enough to send me over the edge. I climaxed quickly, the quiver of my release clamping my s*x around the fingers pumping me. I cried out, my lower body bucking.

"Good girl," whispered Simon, who'd slid his mouth up to my neck. "Now kiss me." I turned my face sideways and found his mouth. His slick tongue parted my lips and found mine for a wet duel.

Engrossed in our embrace, I lost track of Gene, but remembered him real quick when a hot tongue darted out to flick against my clit. I bit Simon's lip in surprise, and he grunted, but he didn't pull away. The metallic flavor of blood hit my taste buds, and my dark side tried to rouse. Already battling my succubus side - which fought to feed at this buffet of sensual delights - I moaned and pulled my mouth away.

"Feed from me," he whispered, following me. "You will not harm me."

I would have protested, but he pressed his bitten lip against my open mouth. I couldn't resist. I sucked at his pinprick wound. The minute amount wasn't enough for a true feed - delicious and exotic as his blood was - but it quelled my dark side, for the moment.

My succubus side was another matter, though. Gene's mouth worked insistently at my s*x, and despite my recent orgasm, I found my arousal building again, tightening my channel. My s****l nature also sensed their torrential desire, and as much as I tried to hold my succubus side on a leash, I could feel my grasp weakening.

Distracted, I stopped responding to Simon's embrace, and he moved away to my belated chagrin. He returned quickly, though, and he straddled my upper chest with his naked body. Startled, I opened my eyes and then opened them wider as I took in the size of the c**k jutting from the vee of his thighs.

"Good grief, you're huge." My s*x clamped down around Gene's tongue in excitement, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting Simon.

The tip of his c**k pearled a drop of fluid as I stared. I craned my head toward it, but couldn't quite reach. Simon thrust his hips forward, and the tip of his shaft entered my open and waiting mouth. I licked the pre-c*m and then sucked at the mushroom cap, trying to get more, for his unique flavor hit my tongue and I craved more.

I looked up to meet Simon's glowing gaze as I slid my lips along the length of his shaft. The cords in his neck tightened as his rod filled my mouth, my teeth grazing him. He was just too big for me to take completely, but I did my best. In my position, bobbing my head was hard, but Simon took care of this by f*****g my mouth, his hard prick going deep enough to gag me then withdrawing.

Not to be outdone, Gene finally stopped his oral torture of my p***y, and I felt my pelvis hoisted. The tip of his shaft probed at my wet slit, and I moaned around the rod in my mouth. I wanted him to f**k me so badly. But Gene teased me, rubbing his swollen head against my sensitized nub, making me mewl around Simon's prick. Restrained by ties and bodies, I was at their mercy, and while it frustrated me that I couldn't take what I wanted, it also made me wilder than I ever recalled getting.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gene impaled my s*x on his long c**k with its curved tip. I grunted at the welcome penetration, my channel squeezing tight and sending jolts of pleasure throughout me. Slowly at first, Gene pumped me, his thrusts matching those of Simon's, still filling my mouth.

It was exciting and different. Trying to concentrate on my oral technique with Simon's c**k versus the f*****g of my p***y was distracting. One moment, I'd suck energetically, only to lapse when Gene would pound vigorously at my willing flesh, sending me spiraling on the wings of pleasure. Then Simon would remind me of his large presence by probing the back of my throat with his shaft, and off I'd go again, working his thick rod.

A particularly hard series of thrusts, and a new angle, had the tip of Gene's c**k finding and striking my G-spot - over and over. The jolts made me forget the shaft in my mouth, and I clamped down, lost in bliss.

Simon hissed, and I loosened my oral grip. I opened my eyes to see his eyes smoky with pleasure.

"Suck," he ordered, even as I felt his blood trickling down my throat. I needed no further urging. My dark side took over and sucked at the inadvertent wound that pumped his life force into me. It fed me and drove my rapture to new heights.

My cheeks hollowed, and I inhaled him, hard and fast. His fingers twisted into my hair, aiding me in pumping his c**k down my throat. I felt him tighten before he came in a creamy rush that filled my mouth and spilled out. I wanted to smile with the knowledge I'd made him lose control. Simon withdrew his shaft from my mouth and moved off of me to the side.

Gene's c**k still worked me, his body glistening with sweat as he pistoned my channel. He smiled when my eyes caught his, and he increased his pace, sending me into a series of mewling gasps. My pleasure coiled inside me, and without Simon's weight pinning me, I arched my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Gene leaned down over me, his muscled arms keeping his full weight off of me.

"Take what you need," he whispered before kissing me. I wasn't going to. After all, my succubus side didn't really need feeding. But when Simon's big fingers pinched my n*****s while Gene swirled his c**k against my sweet spot, I came hard. In the throes of an orgasm - a nine for sure on the Richter scale - the leash I held over my needs slackened, and I took what Gene offered.

I sucked his tongue into my mouth, and as I tasted him, I opened my other mouth, the esoteric one that fed on pleasure and emotions. The rush of power that flooded into me threw my body into another climax before I'd completed the first. I shook with the force of it, and still Gene poured himself into me, his body pounding away until finally, with a cry I heard with my mind and not my ears, he came, a hot torrent that filled me in more ways than one.

Even half conscious, I knew to pull away before I drained him too far. I tore my mouth from his, panting. Gene collapsed on the bed beside me, his breathing ragged. I stared at the ceiling as I tried to regain my breath, my being radiating satiation and power.

"Wow," I managed to say.

Thick fingers wrapped around mine, and I turned my head to smile at Simon, who lay propped beside me on one arm. "And that's just the beginning," he promised with a grin.

My hand was grabbed on my other side, and I swiveled my head to see Gene with a beatific look on his face. "Screw hybrid misfit. I think we should call her awesome."

I blushed at his praise. Somehow coming from a guy who had superpowers and lived longer than I cared to think about - and f****d an entire harem on his own - it said a lot. I hoped. Or did he say that to all the girls? Nah, I know I'm good. And, I'll admit, that was a personal best for me.

"Still hungry?" rumbled Simon.

I frowned. "You know, you guys didn't have to feed me. I can fend for myself."

"Not anymore," Simon growled, followed by Gene with, "There's no need."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Sometimes I could be clueless, and while I had an inkling of what they meant, I needed to hear it said.

"From now on, if you need to feed, you use us."

A part of me bristled at his caveman answer. Who made him the boss of me?

Gene smoothed it over with, "Having grown quite attached to you, it would please us if you would turn to us if you need feeding, as we cannot be sure of our jealous reaction should you choose to feed off another."

"Oh." They liked me? I warmed up, not just my desire, but my heart, too. "What if it's an emergency?" I queried.

"Emergencies are fine, but if we have a say, we'll never be too far from your side."

I frowned. "I'm not moving in."

"Yet," said Simon with a smile.

I knew I should have probably been a little annoyed at their gently put command, but I'd never had a boyfriend before, and now it looked like I had two, and while they'd share with each other apparently, nobody else could join in. It was kind of hot.

"Now, on a different note, didn't someone say something about pleasuring me all night?" I queried with a naughty grin.

I laughed when they pounced on me with eager hands and mouths. And true to their word, I spent a blissful night, and I didn't fall asleep until dawn touched the sky, smooshed between my lovers, clasped, to my delight, in their arms.