Free Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 by Tracy St.John Page B

enjoying
the velvet smoothness of his skin against my tongue. One nice thing
about getting hold of a guy before he gets hard is being able to
take all of him in and making him grow until you can’t anymore. As
a ghost, I don’t have to breathe, so deepthroating is not a big
deal these days. But I was in Fizz’s body now, and even in his
disinterested state Bane was big enough to tempt the gag
reflex.
    I rolled my eyes back to look up at the
shifter submissively. His eyes had shaded more yellow gold than
brown gold, and I could tell I was bringing his animal to the fore.
I mouthed him expertly, rubbing my tongue over that throbbing vein
on the underside, bobbing my head back and forth and sucking the
head of his cock hard on the backswing. One of my palms cupped his
balls through his clothing, rubbing gently.
    And thank goodness, Bane began to rise
to the occasion. He grew fast, and I was having to concentrate to
keep my throat relaxed enough to take the added length. Bane was
long and he was thick. It took all the skills I’d developed as a
high-priced escort who offered extra benefits to handle
him.
    I heard one masculine voice speak with
respect. “Damn, look at her take all that. If he doesn’t want her
after this, give her to me, C.K.”
    Excitement zinged through my body. I
kept my eyes on Bane, as if he and I were the only people in the
room, but being watched servicing him had my girl parts in an
uproar. To be so naughty was adding to my thrill, and my werewolf
was obviously starting to enjoy himself too. His hands circled my
head, and his hips began to match my rhythm. I caught a salty bit
of flavor as he worked my mouth, and I moaned with delight as I
swallowed the tasty morsel of pre-ejaculate.
    Bane groan-growled softly and pulled
his cock free of me. “Clothes off and on the table, Fizz.
Hurry.”

    I stood and wished my clothes away. Of
course it didn’t work, because they were Fizz’s clothes on Fizz’s
body. Sheesh, I wasn’t used to being corporeal anymore. I covered
the momentary pause by hurriedly stripping the tight jeans and
low-cut blouse off. Matching gold bra and panties went next, and I
was naked in front of the Beasts and Bane.
    I realized more people had come into
the club since I’d last come up for air, and we had quite a crowd
around us now. With my head giddy from anticipation, I sat on the
table and laid back.
    And looked into C.K.’s nasty pig face
over me. He was panting between those yellowed boar teeth.
Gross.
    I quickly brought my attention back to
Bane. He looked at me with all the heat a woman can ask from a man.
I spread my legs in invitation, wanting to feel that very large,
very thick cock inside. He growled to see me so exposed, and the
light dusting of black and gray fur on the skin his leather vest
exposed was suddenly longer and coarser. Oh my.
    He put two fingers inside me and drew
them out slowly. He held them up in the air to show everyone the
wetness. Growls and grunts greeted the sight. Then he looked at me
with those golden animal eyes, and I squirmed with need.
    “Please,” I whimpered.
    To my relieved delight, Bane grabbed
hold of my thighs, lifting me into position. He slid in nice and
smooth, though that width was a little more than Fizz was used to
handling, given how it ached to take him in. Maybe she wouldn’t
have liked it, but it’s the kind of uncomfortable fullness I
enjoy.
    Oh, did I ever enjoy it.
    He sheathed himself in our shared body,
bumping hard against the cervix. Cascades of brilliant, sparkly
sensation washed over me, making me groan throatily with pleasure.
I grabbed the sides of the table and hung on as Bane drove against
me with a steady rhythm.
    I don’t know what was more exciting;
being taken by a muscled beast-man who was packing a lot more than
a pea-shooter, or having all those people watch his flesh work in
and out of mine. The combined thrills took me on an express ride
right up to the edge of climax, though. In no time I was