93: Never After – Pt. 3

“Chaos demons are some of the toughest supernatural beings to vanquish,” Derrick said, realizing they were in for a difficult battle.

“That’s great to hear, Derrick, for a minute there, I thought you were going to say we were doomed,” Victoria joked. “How do you propose we fight a demon that feeds off magic?”

“And therein lies the crux,” Derrick replied.

“Kron has been consuming the life forces of our residents. He has made it nearly impossible to sustain any kind of living without the constant threat of war. Our combined magics have not been able to drive him out and at this point, he’s become immune to our spells and enchantments. But you, you’re not of this world. We are hoping, desperately, that somehow your magic can defeat him,” Callon said.

“I don’t know how successful I’ll be, Callon, but I’m willing to try. Where can we find him?”

“He’s taken up residence near Serenity Falls. It’s the large waterfall near the center of Niellon.”

Victoria thought a moment, reflecting over the information she’d received from both Derrick and Callon. If this demon truly fed off the magical energy of other beings, she had no idea how to fix the damage he’d already caused. “Is there a place we can set up headquarters? I’d like to do a little more research so I know what I’m getting into.”

“Of course,” Callon said. “I’ll have Numa, my advisor and loyal assistant, show you to one of our guest quarters.”

Victoria, Derrick, Mike and Aria were led to a large suite with a sitting room. Immediately, Victoria called for her grimoire. “Whoa!” Aria gasped, watching the large book appear on the desk in front of her. “That will definitely take some getting used to.”

Victoria smiled, and nodded toward the old tome. “This is one of my family’s spellbooks. It’s basically a compendium of the supernatural. I’m hoping to find as much as I can about the chaos demon.” Taking a seat, she began studying over the sought after section.

Three hours of research later, Victoria sighed and slammed the book shut. “That’s it then?” Mike asked.

“I’m not sure, but I was thinking, what if, instead of fighting Kron head-on, we try and undo what he’s done?”

“What do you mean?” Derrick asked, moving closer to where Victoria stood.

“The fairytales,” she paused, shaking her head as she used a term Ziggy said was unpopular in their realm. “The residents of Hollow Glen, we know their stories and how they should be. What if we work to correct them instead? Restore order to the chaos.”

“Would that work?” Mike asked, following through Victoria’s idea.

“I, honestly, have no idea. Without knowing the cause behind the change in their behavior, I can’t say with any certainty that this plan will work or be a permanent solution.”

“But it’s worth a try,” Derrick replied. “At least until we can figure out a way to get rid of Kron altogether.”

There was a knock on the door before it opened and Ziggy, Numa re-entered with an army of elves carrying various trays of food. “We brought some refreshments,” Numa said, placing a tray of colorful foods on the table in the sitting room.

“Thank you,” Aria said, grabbing herself a bite to eat. “I’m starved. We haven’t eaten since before the tour.” Mike and Victoria also plated a snack, enjoying the sweet pastry. “Mmm, oh my that’s delicious!”

“Very! What is this?” Victoria asked, taking another bite of the strange cuisine.

“It’s Elmwood seedcake with cream and wild berry spread and Dandelion wine,” Numa said, smiling as the group went back for more. “I’ve also brought a selection of marinated swine and dwarven cheese.”

“Have you made any progress,” Ziggy asked.

“Actually, I think we may have figured out a way of restoring your friends, but I’ll need your help,” Victoria replied.

“We would love to help you, but, unfortunately, our powers were nearly exhausted summoning you here. We need time to recharge that magical energy,” Ziggy sighed in frustration.

“That’s ok. I may know a way of doing it without the use of magic. If I’m right, it’ll take everyone’s help to get things back on track in Hollow Glen.”

“Then count us in. I’ll rally my fellow pixies right away. Where would you like to begin?”

“On the way in, we saw Little Red and her grandmother. I think we should start there. It seems smaller than some of the others and I’d like to test our theory,” Victoria answered.

Ziggy informed her clan to be on standby when she called and led the quartet back into town. Along the way, they crossed a lake they hadn’t seen before and Ziggy explained the background and how it was connected to the Arthurian legend and Excalibur itself.

“Whoa!” Mike exclaimed, hearing the story seemed to transform the thirtysomething seasoned detective into a doe-eyed little boy. “That is so cool! Are they—is he here?”

“King Arthur?” Ziggy asked. “No, sorry.”

“Ah,” Mike groaned his disappointment.

“They reside in Avalon,” Ziggy continued.

“Wait a second, what? They—wha—where is Avalon?”

“Oh, it’s impossible getting to Avalon. Unless, of course, you’re a descendant of an Arthurian resident. The portal to Avalon can only be accessed through a blood connection.”

“Sorry, Mike,” Victoria said, gently patting her friend’s arm.

“Yeah well, it’s still pretty awesome it’s an actual place.”

They walked a while longer before Ziggy began to slow again. “That’s the warlock Aristo’s place. He’s been on vacation for quite some time,” she said, pointing toward a large purple and green tree house connected to a strip of land by a rope bridge. “Hmm, come to think of it, he left shortly after Kron’s arrival.”

Victoria and Derrick exchanged glances. “Do you think he and Kron are working together?” Victoria inquired.

“Oh no chance,” Ziggy answered confidently. “Aristo is a protector of white magic. He would never consort with anything dark. Everyone just assumed he’d taken off on a quest to find an answer to our Kron dilemma. He does so often.”

“So, it’s not out of the question for him to just take off on a whim?” Derrick continued.

“Not at all. He’s a bit of a wanderer. He’s really only been back home for a few years; if he even calls this home. Before that, he lived with the druids in the Silvermist Forest. But he and Callon have known each other for centuries.”

As they arrived at the cabin in the woods, the old woman had Little Red pinned to the ground with a shovel at her throat. “WAIT!” Derrick shouted, hurtling forward and snatching the weapon from her hand.

“What are you doing? Give that back,” she yelled, trying to grab the shovel away from him. “Hurry before she…”

Before the grandmother could finish her sentence, a loud rumble sounded behind Derrick. He turned in time to see Little Red transform into a large, hairy wolf. With astonishing speed and a show of strength, Little Red tackled Derrick to the ground.

“DERRICK!” Victoria shouted as the two rolled down a hill, both contending for top position as they exchanged blows. Rushing down after them, she watched as Derrick threw Little Red back. She landed against a tree, nearly cracking it in half from the sheer force.

Closing her eyes, she swiftly conjured up silver powder and created a circle around her, making it impossible for her to escape. “Derrick, are you ok?” He nodded and got to his feet. “Little Red is a wolf?” Victoria asked in confusion, glancing back toward the grandmother.

“Yes! It’s why I was holding her at the point of my silver shovel. I’ve been struggling for months to keep her under control.”

“Wow. Little Red inflicted with the werewolf curse? That’s a new one,” Mike said. “How exactly are we supposed to correct that?”

“There’s only one way to reverse a werewolf’s curse,” Derrick said, “Kill the wolf that bit her.”

“Easier said than done,” the old woman spoke, looking between the faces of the newcomers. “The wolf that bit her has been evading me since the night I found her in the barn. Every time I get a hint of where he is, he seems to vanish before I can get to him.”

“How have you been tracking him?” Victoria inquired.

“With good old fashioned hunting skills. Why? Do you know of another way?”

“I might. If you have something of his; clothing, an item perhaps? Or even a trace of his blood.”

“How about a tuft of his fur?” she asked, motioning toward an old fence. “The night I ran him off, not realizing at the time what he’d done, he caught himself on the barbed wire.”

“That’ll work!” Collecting the loose fur, Victoria set to work on her locator spell as the others gathered all of the silver they could find. Once they knew where to find the werewolf, the group made a plan to quickly eliminate the hirsute creature.  

Derrick, using his speed and strength, fought the wolf as the others waited for him to bring it into the designated kill zone. Once the target was in range, Victoria cast a containment spell, ensuring the beast couldn’t run off and hide like before. Meanwhile, Mike expertly threw his silver weapons toward the monster, slicing and cutting into him, weakening him more and more for Derrick’s attacks.

When the creature finally fell, the old woman moved in for the killing blow, “This is for Red!” she angrily proclaimed before removing its head with a single blow of her silver ax. Using some of his blood, Victoria created a potion to cure Little Red of her affliction.

“Thank you,” Red said, shaking Derrick’s hand before running into her grandmother’s awaiting arms. “I really appreciate all of your help!”

“Yes, thank you for helping save my granddaughter,” the old woman parroted, hugging her granddaughter tightly. 

Their next stop was to a small castle near the center of town. There, they found the fabled frog prince with his princess. Traditionally, it was her kiss that restored his true nature and they lived in ever after bliss. But it was much different here.

“Prince Henry has imprisoned Princess Rana and taken over the kingdom,” Ziggy explained. “After she saved him from his curse and revealed his true nature, they were set to be wed. The day of their wedding is when Kron first appeared. After the couple said their vows, the chaos demon changed the frog’s green skin into green everything. He was beset by envy and greed and completely overthrew Rana’s kingdom.”

“Is that a unicorn?” Aria asked excitedly. “It’s so beautiful!”

“Yes. Keep your distance,” Ziggy said in a cautionary tone. “Unicorn are notoriously fearsome creatures.”

“Really?” The disappointment in Aria’s voice was unmistakable as she watched the fabled animal frolicking nearby. “That’s sad.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Victoria asked.

“What do you mean?” Ziggy asked.

“The light around him; it’s…weird.”

“Light?” Derrick asked, looking toward the direction she stared. “What light?”

“I guess you’d call it an aura. It looks—strange.” Ignoring Ziggy’s warning, Victoria started toward the mythical creature. It showed no sign of aggression as she reached a hand out toward it. And as her fingers grazed its nose, the light she’d seen swirling around the stallion took the shape of a man.

“ARISTO!” Ziggy shouted.

“Oh, thank the Heavens,” the disembodied shadow spoke. I’ve been trying for ages to contact the outside world.

“Why? What happened? Where are you?” Victoria asked.

“I’ve been locked in a large cage beneath Serenity Falls. I’m being held by…”

“Kron?” Derrick asked, completing the man’s sentence.

“YES! The evil chaos demon has trapped me here and is feeding off my magical energy. Please, you’ve got to get me out of here.”

“We’re on the way,” Victoria said.

Serenity Falls lived up to its name; if not for the underlying fact there was a chaos demon living just beneath its gorgeous and peaceful façade. “Mike, Aria, you two have been great help so far, but this demon is something different. I wouldn’t feel comfortable bringing you into that kind of danger.”

“Vik, we’ve been partners for around a decade and during that time, we’ve been through some hairy situations. Do you really think I’m going to let one little demon stop me now?” Mike smiled and Victoria shook her head.

“Just…be careful.”

“Yes, mother.”

“I mean it, Mikey.”

“I know you do, Vik. And I’ll be careful,” he smiled sincerely.

“Our main goal is rescuing Aristo, for now. We still don’t know how to defeat Kron without magic and its best if we try and avoid combat. Are we understood?” Victoria asked to which everyone agreed. “Good. Stay close, stay vigilant and be careful.”

The group slowly entered through the mouth of the waterfall and looked around. They could see Aristo caged in a corner near the back of the cave, alone. Kron, so sure of his abilities had no need for guards. “You found me!” Aristo said in a hushed tone. “Quickly now, get me out of here, we must leave immediately. That creature could be back at any moment.

No sooner than he spoke the last word, the sound of locks shuttering filled the air. They hadn’t anticipated once they’d entered, they’d be unable to leave again. A spelled wall closed down around them and then they heard a dark, guttural laugh echoing. “You fools really thought it would be that easy?”

An ogrish brute loomed over them from behind, blocking the only ingress to the waterfall. Its hands were the size of butcher blocks, clenched tightly into fists at the end of tree-trunk like arms knotted with muscle. Shadowed by a cliff-like brow, two tiny blood-shot eyes glared at them out of a rugged face covered by a mask made of bone. The beast leaned forward and snorted, polluting the air with the stench of rotting meat.

Nose wrinkling, Victoria leaned back from the stink. Her stomach tightened. This was a trap. With deliberate care, she looked over the faces of her friends. She should have known better; should have seen this coming. Cornered in the dark, cramped cavern, Victoria prepared to put her abilities to use. Kron showed no inclination for mercy. His physically imposing form filled the space with palpable menace.

Victoria weighed her options. She could go against the odds and use her magic, hopefully buying enough time for her friends to free the wizard and escape before Kron got the better of her. Or, she could try and the physical route, one she was sure would mean death. Kron was a large being clothed in garments covered in what was no doubt the spoils of his kills. There was no way she would win in a battle of strength.

As if he knew what she was thinking Kron let out a snarl, a vein pulsing in his temple. “Come and get it!” he sneered, and rushed forward. As he moved, he swung a powerful right.

Swiftly, Derrick moved in front of Victoria, taking the brunt of the impact before countering with a blow of his own. It caught the beast flush and Derrick hurled him into the ground with such force that a cloud of dust arose. Derrick growled and began pummeling the monster. As Aria and Mike moved to unlock the binds securing Aristo in his cage, Victoria began working on bringing the spells down that sealed them inside.

The last of the spelled locks fell with a click. Victoria once again turned her attention to Kron in time to see him lift Derrick over his head and launch him toward the other side of the cave. He hit the jagged mountain wall with a crunch.

“DERRICK!” Victoria shouted, watching his body fall limply to the cave floor. As she dropped to his side, she could see blood seeping out from a wound in his chest. “Derrick?” He groaned as she shook him, his eyes opening briefly as he fought to sit up.

She heard Kron laugh behind her and felt a fire stir within. “Who’s next?” he taunted. 

Pressing her wrist against Derrick’s fang, she allowed a generous amount of her blood to pour into his mouth before climbing to her feet.

With renewed purpose, Victoria angrily turned to face the demon. He smirked at her, seemingly unfazed by her show of will and made a motion with his hand calling her forward. But she didn’t move. Instead, she closed her eyes and summoned her magic. “Really?” Kron chuckled. “Have you not been warned? I eat mystics like you for breakfast.”

“Then I hope you have room for this,” she quipped. Shoving her hands forward, blue and red flames raced toward the monster sending him crashing into the cave wall. Derrick was finally on his feet and watched as Victoria devoted every ounce of energy she could toward destroying the beast. The heat of the power that radiated from her felt like standing too close to a firepit. Her entire body vibrated as she produced a bolt of magic so potent it left char marks creeping up her arms. Derrick could sense no measure of restraint and watched as her eyes sparked with determination and she began hovering just above the ground. 

“Victoria?”

Too far gone to hear him, Victoria focused on her goal, her Lifeblood passing through her body through the magic she released. Bright fire rose around her as the mountain began to shake and a bright red aura enveloped her, one made of a force Derrick didn’t know still existed. “Dragon’s flame…” he whispered, backing away and motioning for the others to move with him.

He knew this sight all too well. They needed to take cover before Victoria’s power ravaged everything. “The cage!” Aristo instructed. “It’s shielded against magic; it’s why I couldn’t escape it alone.” The group rushed inside as the rumbling grew louder and braced themselves for impact. A shimmering forcefield similar to the one from the boat fell over them as a fireball so large it engulfed the entire cave exploded from Victoria’s palms. The force of the shockwave and flames intensified and everything they touched was obliterated. The hideous creature Kron, locked solely in the focus of the blast, was instantly incinerated.

When the smoke cleared, they found themselves outside the cave in a nearby field. “VICTORIA!” Derrick shouted, as he scrambled to his feet and rushed over.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, waving him off. “Did we get him?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, checking her over for injuries. “Yeah, Victoria. We got him. You were magnificent.” Smiling up at him, she pulled him closer and quickly pressed a kiss into his lips. Looking over at the others, she found Aristo staggering away from the explosion site and Aria and Mike chasing him down as she and Derrick started over. 

“That was…you—you’re a…”

“Witch,” Victoria replied to a bewildered Aristo.

“Dragon.”

“What? No, just a witch,” she said behind a watery laugh. Aristo glanced at Derrick, shook his head and wiped a hand across his brow. “How long were you being held in there?”

“Seven months,” he said, the blank expression finally melting into a look of genuine gratitude. “Thank you, you have no idea how many ways I’ve been trying to escape.”

“Well, it’s over now,” Victoria said, “Come on, we should get you home. I’m sure Callon is anxiously awaiting an update.”

The group retreated from Serenity Falls, heading back to Niellon. As they entered the great hall, Callon jumped to his feet in surprise. “Aristo? You’re back?”

“Back?”

“From your quest.”

“No, Callon. I was never on a quest. I was captured by that chaos demon.”

“He held him prisoner and was using him as a battery of sorts. That’s why none of the magic any of you tried ever worked,” Victoria said, filling in the blanks.

“No. Oh, I cannot believe it. All this time, Aristo, you were a prisoner?” Callon huffed with a saddened expression on his face. “Had I known…”

“It’s not your fault, Callon,” Aristo said, returning his friend’s hug. “Kron proved a mighty foe. Every communication I tried sending out, he disrupted. Every attempt I made to escape, he thwarted.”

“Well, I am just so thankful you made it out alive.”

“You and me both.” Aristo leaned forward and whispered something in Callon’s ear that made his eyes go wide and he looked over at Victoria. His surprised expression melted into a smile and he nodded his head.

“And we have you four to thank for this!” Callon said, stepping in front of Victoria. “Thank you. Thank you so much for everything. I cannot say that enough!” Callon said, placing a gentle kiss on Victoria’s hand as other members of the fair folk tribunal celebrated with Derrick, Mike and Aria. “Aristo tells me he has not seen the likes of your magic in centuries!”

“Well, I don’t know about that but I am happy we were able to put a stop to Kron’s influence,” Victoria replied modestly.

“Yes,” Callon nodded. “You’ve done us all a great service. You and your friends are welcomed back any time! But, of course, under much better circumstances.”

“Thank you, Callon. It was our pleasure.”

As they exited the castle, they were greeted by the fable characters they’d saved. The three pigs, Goldilocks, the Frog Prince and his princess, Little Red and even the Pied Piper who’d not been able to rest for the ceaseless droves of rodents invading the streets. With the aid of the other fair folk, Ziggy teleported the group back to the beach in Suvadiva. 

Aria spent the evening reminiscing about her first encounter with the supernatural world, reveling in the idea of meeting a pixie and that unicorns were real. The next day the couples met up for brunch on the beach. Their vacation having been unexpectedly cut short, Victoria didn’t want to miss the opportunity to bask in the sun and enjoy the cool waters once more, and Aria wanted to hunt for shells.

Derrick and Victoria splashed and swam for over an hour before she finally started to tire. Pulling her into his arms in the crest of another wave, he pressed his lips into hers, locking her against him. Victoria moaned. His kiss was ferocious at first, needing, wanting; his lips exploring, his tongue dancing with hers. Her hot mouth curved to the shape of his and she held the back of his head as they kissed with fevered passion. “Wow,” Victoria sighed, when they finally pulled apart. “It’s a good thing we’re still in the water. All that heat could melt a lady.”

Derrick’s head fell back in a light chuckle and he leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek. “How about I get us some drinks then and we take a break from the sun?” 

“Sounds like a plan,” she nodded, taking his hand as he led her toward the cabana. She took a seat beside Mike and watched as Derrick disappeared up the beach toward the bar.

“You two seem to really be enjoying each other,” Mike grinned, making a deep blush appear on Victoria’s face. “I thought for a second there I was gonna have to come and hose you down.”

Victoria laughed and shook her head at her partner. “I can’t deny it. Whenever I’m around him, I find it hard keeping my hands to myself.”

“I know what you mean,” Mike said, watching Aria walking solo along the beach looking for more souvenir shells. “I think I’m ready.” 

Victoria gasped as she saw the look on her friend’s face and shook excitedly for him. “It’s the perfect time, Mike! You’ve let her in on our biggest secret and she completely accepts all of the craziness. She’s stood by you during all of the ups and downs. How much more does she need to do to prove she’s your one and only?”

“You’re right, Vik. I don’t know what the hell I’ve been waiting for.” Downing the last of his drink, Mike quickly hopped up from his seat and started down the beach toward Aria.

“Here we are,” Derrick announced, placing Victoria’s drink on the table in front of her. “What’d I miss?”

“Mike,” she gave a girlish giggle and grabbed her phone. “He’s doing it.”

“Doing what?” Derrick asked. Victoria shushed him as she hit the record button.

From their seats in the cabana, they watched as Mike got Aria’s attention. After speaking a few words, he dropped down to the sand beside her. She turned toward him and her hand shot to her heart when Mike retrieved a ring box from behind his back.

A few more words were exchanged and Aria nodded her head enthusiastically before hopping into Mike’s lap and pressing their lips together. “What do you think her answer is?” Derrick joked, watching the happy couple making out on the beach. 

“It’s about damn time,” Victoria replied. “I’m so happy for them.”

Derrick watched the look on Victoria’s face and it made a large smile form on his own. “What do you say we get out of here and give the happy couple some alone time.”

“I say that’s a great idea, Mr. Constantine.” After getting Mike’s attention, Victoria let him know she and Derrick were leaving and the pair started toward their private bungalow.   

“All set!” Victoria sighed as she finished packing her luggage and placed the bags near the door.

“You forgot one,” Derrick said, handing Victoria a large item, beautifully wrapped in shiny, gold paper and tied with a white bow. “Merry Christmas.”

“Derrick! What’s this?”

“What? You didn’t think I’d let Christmas pass without actually getting you a gift?”

“Well yes! It’s what we agreed on. Besides, I thought this was my gift,” she said, motioning around at their surroundings.

“No, this was my attempt to get you away from work; that didn’t quite work out so well.”

With a smile, Victoria unwrapped the object and gasped in surprise. It was a sculpted marble heart formed from two swans kissing. “Derrick, is this what you were working on in your studio?”

“It is. Do you like it?”

“I love it!” she replied, inspecting the statue, her awe increasing as she noticed all of the intricate details and designs he’d painstaking etched into the marble. “You know, swans mate for life.”

“I do know that,” he replied, the smile on his face widening.

“Well, I think it’s amazing! But now I feel bad, I thought we agreed to not exchange gifts. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Victoria, with you, I have all I’ll ever need.”

“But…” Leaning forward, Derrick silenced Victoria with a kiss, pressing his lips tightly against hers, he smiled when she moaned into him.

“I promise,” he whispered against her mouth.

“I can’t believe it’s our last night in paradise and we spent most of our vacation fighting fairytale creatures in another realm,” Victoria said, setting her gift on top of her luggage.

“Well, there’s still quite a bit of exploring we can do,” Derrick said, moving behind her and gently whispering in her ear.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Victoria asked, feeling his lips tickle down her cheek toward her jaw.

“Mmm, we can go for a late-night skinny dip, or have a dirty roll on the beach, or take advantage of the hot tub.” As he spoke, his mouth closed over her jugular and he sucked, leaving a quarter-sized hickey.

“Mmm, all of that sounds great. Do I really have to choose just one?” she asked, feeling his hands trail a slow path up her body. Derrick chuckled in her ear before claiming her lips with his own. 

His lips were demanding as he deepened the kiss and she moaned as his tongue slid inside her mouth. His other hand squeezed her breast as the stroke of his lips intensified. Victoria became lost in the kiss, feeling his feral need as he thrust himself against her and she ran her hand through his hair, pulling their mouths tighter together. Their tongues collided and her body ignited as he spun her in his arms, his desire heightened. His hands moved down to grab the curve of her ass and he pulled her closer against the swelling mass of him. “Victoria…”

“Yeah,” she whispered, already knowing what he was going to say. “Hot tub; it’s closer.” Again, he laughed. She knew him so well.

“I’ll get the water ready. See you in five.” Pulling away, he exited out the back terrace to turn on the hot tub and set the temperature. Once it reached the perfect conditions, he quickly undressed and slipped inside. “It’s good. Don’t keep me waiting,” he called in to her. 

Removing her bikini top and bottom, Victoria slowly stepped closer, swaying her hips as she joined him. Derrick’s eyes remained pinned on her every move; a wolfish grin tugged at his lips as he watched her sink into the warm water. “Mmm,” she moaned, lowering herself against a jet. “You’re right. It is nice in here.”

“And it’s about to get even better,” he said, moving quickly to bring her into his arms. Before Victoria could retort, he had his mouth pressed against her, kissing her and lighting her entire body on fire as he moved between her legs. “You are so beautiful,” Derrick sighed as he lifted his mouth toward her chest and took a nipple between his teeth. Victoria gasped when his tongue swirled the tip before he strongly sucked.

Pleasure rocketed to her core, growing until she was wet and aching. Victoria moaned, her head falling back as her lover moved to her other nipple, laving it before he sucked harder, longer, until her skin felt tight and she was bathed in heat. He aroused her until she couldn’t think about anything except having him inside her. But before she could speak, Victoria felt Derrick’s hand move between her legs, an answer to her sharp intake of breath.  

He could smell her desire and roughly pushed one, then two and then three fingers into her slickness. “YES!” Victoria wailed, her body falling against the tub wall as she felt his hand thrust deep. Leaning forward, his mouth moved to her sensitive bud, the double burst of ecstasy tore a shout from her as his tongue seared over her flesh. Derrick found her most sensitive spots with ferocious accuracy, making her hips twist and shudder at the erotic barrage.

Victoria arched upward, desperate for more and another whimper escaped her throat. Derrick smiled, feeling her thrashing beneath him. Shoving his fingers faster, he heightened sensations that made inner bands convulsively tighten within her. It only took one more lick before she came undone with a scream that echoed around them. “I want you, Derrick!” she begged, breathlessly.

“Then take me, Victoria.”

Keeping her eyes on him, she slipped lower into the water and turned his back to the jet. Derrick watched as she lowered her mouth toward his shaft and released a deep moan when he felt her warm lips close over him. “Fuck, Victoria.” She smiled inwardly listening to his sighs of desire and guided his length further into her throat, the taste of precum sending shudders of pleasure between her legs. “Damn. You are so good at this.”

Victoria slid her tongue over a large, pulsing vein before slowly enveloping him into her parted lips once more. Derrick’s head fell back as she began working him faster, moaning over his cock as it plunged down her throat and rolling her tongue around the tip as it emerged. “Mmm, yeah, Baby. That’s it.” He grunted, pounding in and out of her esophagus and listening to her moan like a bitch in heat. Looking down with a smile, Derrick brought Victoria’s gaze to his with a gentle finger under her chin.

“Mmm, someone’s a little impatient.”

“You fucking know it, Baby,” he growled, pulling her into his lap. Victoria hovered above his shaft. When he made a primal, impatient noise, she slowly sank down onto him and welcomed the thrust that filled her with the sharpest kind of rapture. “Fuck!” he gritted between clenched teeth before grabbing her hips and driving himself inside to her hilt. She groaned deep in her throat, her eyes closing in euphoria as she felt him fill her up.

Placing one hand on each of his shoulders, Victoria used the back of the hot tub for support as she bounced on his thick cock. “God, I love how big you feel inside me.”

They moaned together and her breath quickened as she sped up her movements. Derrick’s hands moved to her thighs and he aided her with hard, deep thrusts of his own. “Ah, fuck! Derrick!” she cried out as he slammed her body down onto his over and over sending them both into ecstasy. 

Derrick’s mouth returned to hers and he kissed her hard as one hand tickled down her stomach to the heat between her thighs. Victoria muttered more obscenities when his fingers probed her sensitive bud. Each touch wound her tighter and tighter and a sob of pleasure tore from her mouth as an ache built between her legs with her second orgasm. Her entire body shuddered as she came, and he felt the sudden rush of her frenzy pour onto his hand and her climaxing pussy gripped his cock as she shattered around him.

“That’s it, Victoria. Come for me!” he growled, dropping his mouth to her throat. She felt his fangs lengthen against her soft skin and raked her hands through his hair. His bite was swift and he moaned in her ear with every sip he drank from her vein. 

Victoria rocked her hips into him, needing to feel him deeper. Derrick roughly took her breast in his palm, mauling it as he drank from her. His fingertip found her nipple as he kissed and sucked her neck, pinching and pulling as she mewled more vulgarities in his ear. His mouth soon replaced his hand and he grazed his sharp fangs across her sensitive tip, debating if he could be so bold. Derrick tore his lips from her breast and gazed up into her eyes. She could see the intense lustful glint sharpen into something darker and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth knowing what was coming next. His hips hammered into her and she felt him pound deeper, his nails digging into the flesh of her thighs.

His grip had been tight before but now it became bruising. His new roughness only made the pleasure more intense and she gave herself over to it, expressing it through the scoring of her nails down his back. Her moaning grew incredibly loud as the intense sensations returned. Victoria swayed faster as Derrick pistoned himself inside her. Gripping her thighs, he pulled her down in such a way that caused the head of his cock to press against her cervix and rub her sensitive g-spot. She pressed her hands tighter on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as their rhythm increased and her moans became desperate. 

Derrick’s voice turned harsh and Victoria felt his body tense beneath her. “You are everything to me, Victoria,” he growled as his movements grew wilder. “I’ve never felt for anyone how I feel for you. You’re my everything.”

“Yes! I’m yours completely, Derrick; heart, body and soul. I love you,” she cried as delicious tingles rocketed through her with another burst of mind-numbing bliss. Derrick’s name left her lips again and again as she rode her wave of carnal desire. Grinding her hips faster, Victoria savored every second of his cock driving deeper into her and she cried out wildly as her orgasm caused her to tremble and shake.

Pulling her off his lap, Derrick turned her around and pressed her stomach against the tub wall. Swiftly, he re-entered her from behind, wrapping his hand around her throat as he roughly drove himself into her. He had been desperate for her to peak. He needed to take control and unleash the monster of lust her delicious plasma had created. “Yes, Derrick, yes! More!” she begged.

He let out a groan that sounded like an incredible sigh of relief as his hips pummeled her. Victoria reached her hand back and grasped his ass, bringing him harder against her. He got the hint and she felt his lips on the back of her neck as he picked up speed. Their bodies slapped together faster and harder, splashing the warm water from the tub onto the ground outside. Heat built in her core as his thrusting became more frenzied. “Oh, God.” Derrick powered into her, slamming his hips deeper and deeper. Victoria’s orgasm took her by surprise. 

It was so intense she couldn’t make a sound. Her whole body clenched as a surge of pleasure erupted inside her. Her inner walls contracted as they clamped down around Derrick’s invading shaft, making him groan his approval as he pounded himself into her. Victoria’s body felt just as liquid as the water they were in; as if she had completely melted into a puddle of decadent satisfaction. Derrick felt her body weaken and tightened his grip on her waist. “I love you, Victoria. Just hold on for one more with me,” he whispered, pressing sweet kisses on her shoulder as he felt her heart pounding against her ribs.

Turning her again, Derrick kissed Victoria deeply, moaning into her mouth when she gripped his head to suck his tongue. Placing her back against the tub, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and moved inside her again. Looking down into her eyes, he bottomed out. Her insides burned and her body shook as she quickly closed in on another climax. “Derrick…” she squealed, her head falling to the tub wall as she flailed and quaked beneath him. Electric jolts shot through her entire body and her legs went limp against him.

He moved his hand to cup her breast and Victoria let out a deep moan when he squeezed her nipples. “Christ, I fucking love the sounds you make,” he grunted. She lifted her hips to meet him, begging for more. His hips moved faster and he felt her insides clench around him. “Fuck!” His hoarse whisper caressed her neck as she tightened against him again. He slammed into her one last time and she cried out as he came inside her with a roar, his body shaking with ecstasy as he spilled his seed into her. 

As Victoria struggled to catch her breath, Derrick gripped her tighter in his arms and held her against him, feeling her chest heaving from the intensity of their love-making. “That was fucking amazing,” she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I think we need to buy one of these for our home.”

Hearing her use the phrase ‘our home’ made an unexpected feeling of pride bloom inside him and he held her close as he placed a loving kiss on her lips. “Absolutely. We can modify the gazebo. It’ll be perfect.”

“Perfect. I love you, Derrick.”

“I love you too, Victoria.”