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“Oh, it makes sense now,” Jezzie thought out loud.
“What makes sense?” Athon asked.
“The emotions pulsing out of him, the contradicting tastes and colors of his feelings. They all make sense now.” She turned further toward Roth. “You want me. You don’t know if you can trust me, but you desperately want to, almost as much as you want to bend me over the edge of this couch and spank me till my ass is perfectly pink and warm. Yeah, I can see the dominance which flows through you, just as I can see how much it turns Athon on when you are. I definitely don’t need to feel the two hard cocks against my legs to know it either, but they are a very nice bonus.”
She didn’t feed from their feelings, per se, just as she didn’t feed from Tana’s or Uncle Micah’s, or the princes. No, she used them to gauge moods and take the edge off, if she needed, and to help them when she could. Like she could reach out and touch them, see them, smell them, but choose not to feed on them. It was handy to get a sense of situations, or track people if you were close enough, too. Nithe mainly fed her his in a mutually beneficial way that didn’t damage his mind, thanks to the bond. The gorgon bitches, and monsters of Nestradia, though, they were fair game. And while she wasn’t allowed to kill the gorgons like she killed the monsters, she could still torment the living shit out of them if they overstepped their boundaries in her presence.
“How is that possible,” Athon gasped. “No witch can do that.”
“Well, since I wasn’t born a witch—I am seventy-four years old, by the way—and as Tana said, I only just discovered my aunt’s teaching had taken such an effect . . . It makes sense, right?”
She looked at her hands until they both nudged her sides gently.
“Just tell us, Jezzie. I promise if Roth says something stupid I won’t have sex with him for a month,” Athon cajoled.
“Fine, but don’t freak out. I inherited my mother’s powers. She was, is, hell I don’t know, a psychic vampire,” she rushed out, almost blending the words together.
“Like a succubus?” Roth asked, a little tension seeping into his muscles.
“No, no, nothing like that. I can’t feed your desire by making you feel artificial sexual feelings that aren’t really your own. Sex or desire isn’t needed for me to feed off of the emotions of others. Any emotion will do, although some taste better than others. My hunger can only be fully sated by strong emotions, and while desire, love, and pure joy are some of the strongest emotions to feed from, and taste particularly sweet, I’ve seen first hand what damage can be done to mortal minds should I choose to take them and forget myself. So, instead I incite the depraved emotions and desires of the most evil creatures’ humanity has on offer and once they are ripe enough to fill my tank for a good long while I suck them dry, not literally, cos’ yuck. Fortunately, my bond with Nithe has allowed me to feed off of him in a mutually beneficial way without fear of taking too much since the monsters in this realm taste like ass, evil prisoners don’t usually last long, and I refuse to feed from my friends,” she paused, thinking.
“Is there something else?” Roth prompted.
“Ah, yep. My bond with Nithe allows me to feed him comfort if he is in need, usually his own from past feelings and memories, or some from my own. We can also send each other feelings of desire from a distance. And while I learned my lesson at a young age about taking too much from innocent sources, it took me a while to master how to mask my actions and send them some comforting emotions back to them. Not till the bond was fully formed did it all seem to click, and now it’s just like breathing between Nithe and I. I suppose, if we choose to bond, it’s something you’ll need to consider,” Jezzie finished, unsure if she’d scared them away.
“Definitely worth thinking about, isn’t it, Roth?” Athon said with a smile. “Especially the thoughts of desire and mutual benefits part.” His wink was a little wicked.
Thoughts of sharing sensations and passion through the bond with him flooded her mind. Add in Nithe and Roth, and she might just pass out before they could get to the best parts. Her cheeks flushed with heated desire, her clit throbbed and her thighs clenched. The asshat chuckled, knowing just what he’d done to her.
“Right, time to go hunting,” Tana declared.
At some point her cousin had left and come back fully dressed in her monster hunting best, her weapons strapped in and all.
“Um, Tana. You’re staying here, sweetie,” Jezzie said carefully. “Leraie would have my ass if I let you out there right now, and you know it! No fighting for you.”
“Fine! It was worth a try anyway,” Tana huffed, picking up a bundle from the couch beside her and tossing it at Jezzie. “Here’s your body armor. Have fun and think of me here, all alone.” She sighed dramatically.
“We can stay, if you need,” Athon offered, falling for her theatrics.
“Nope, get your asses out there and whoop some monster butt. I’m good. I’ll be watching some sexy guys take their clothes off on the big screen while I eat a gallon of mint choc chip frozen dairy goodness while you guys are getting covered in monster blood and guts. Damn, stupid hormones.”
Jezzie got up and gave her a hug, she’d started off strong, but the last part came out like a muttered angry curse, letting Jezzie know Tana definitely had a lot to work through, and she wasn’t ready to be out and about.
She donned her supple black and green torso armor that fit like a glove and allowed all of the movement she needed in the heat of a fight. She tightened the buckles before adding the matching pauldrons, bracers, and lastly the greaves which perfectly fit over her boots. Thankfully she’d dressed in her finest black suede leather pants and a cream-colored peasant blouse, so she didn’t need to go get changed. Thinking about it, Tana had been the one to pick them from her closet that morning, the devious little wench.
When she turned around, she could practically see the drool form at the corners of their open mouths. Tana just winked at her and skipped away down the hall singing, “All hail Tana, Mistress of Awesomeness.” It would appear she’d caught them staring at her backside . . . again. Something Jezzie had caught herself doing to them every chance she got, so she couldn’t really blame them.
“Let’s go, boys. It seems I’m suddenly ravenous.”
Chapter 36
Stagnant air hit them in the face like a blast of rotten eggs, mixed with decaying flesh and swamp sludge. It burned the back of Athon’s throat as they emerged from a narrow tunnel and through the concealed exit into the dark and barren nightmare that was Nestradia, in all its fetid glory.
The pale glow of the purple moon barely lit the sky, giving little relief from the black abyss. Well, if he wasn’t an angel, that would be a problem. Thankfully he and Roth were able to see better than most beings, even OtherRealmers, though Jezzie seemed to be having no such issues seeing through the darkness.
Maybe the vamp in her could see the beasts, or she had cast a spell to help her see? But Tana had mentioned Jezzie had only recently found out about her witchy powers . . . Maybe Leraie had helped her, after all she’d been hunting in this place the whole time she’d been here. The question was why? She was safe in the caverns with ample food, or so they said. So why hunt? For the fun of it?
Suddenly his brain stuttered to a halt and he heard Roth’s breath catch in his throat. Or was it his own? Jezzie was picking her way over the rocks and boulders in front of them, her tight pants cupped her rounded curves lovingly. Displaying her rounded cheeks and thighs to perfection. He was pretty sure his drool took a stroll from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, but when he went to wipe it away he couldn’t feel any wetness lingering there. Gray eyes seemed to pierce the dark as Jezzie turned her head to look back at them, a smirk tilting up one corner of her lips, a blush heating the pale softness of her cheeks. The ones on her face, not the ones he’d been so preoccupied by only moments before.
