Courts and cabals 6, p.1
Courts and Cabals 6, page 1
Courts and Cabals 6
By G.S. D’Moore
Copyright © 2024 by G.S. D’Moore
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Cover art by Mykel Ferguson
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
ISBN 13: 979-8-9898888-2-5
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Recap
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Interlude
About the Author
Recap
Here we are again, my friends. Almost the end of the line. What else would you call it when my deadbeat dad, the Allfather, destroyer of entire fucking realities appears on the roof of Caesars like he’s out for a Sunday stroll? I’ll tell you what it’s called . . . the apocalypse. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but since Io – who for all intents and purposes is God – went off to fight my dad, I’m not too far off the mark.
I thought I had it rough back at St. Vincent’s trying to graduate among the best and brightest of the supernatural world. Or when I had to outrun the UN across the country and deal with getting kidnapped and taken to the Faerie Realm. Or that time I had to fight off the Tikal Cabal down in Tijuana. Getting through the Fae Confluence and surviving Venus’s assassination attempt was a close second, but nothing had prepared me for what Io did before he shut the interdimensional door in my face.
He gave me a spark. That might not sound like much to all the pyros out there, but a spark of a titan’s power was all it took to push me over the edge. I was already as close to being a titan as I could possibly be, and that spark made it happen. Sure, people called us different things: creators, makers, etc. But whatever they wanted to call me, I’d reached the top tier of power possible.
Now, I was a Titan. The Steward of the Mortal Realm if the old titan’s final words to me meant anything. Personally, I liked to focus on the steward part. I was just a caretaker until Io got back from kicking my dad’s ass. The only problem with that . . . I didn’t think he was going to win. My dad was super big, buff, and it looked like this wasn’t his first time going mano a mano with another titan. I wasn’t saying that because he was my dad, and I wanted him to beat up another dad. I hated the man. He’d abandoned me before I was even born and used me as a ploy to do a runaround around Maeve and get to the mortal realm. To the Allfather, I might as well have been a socket wrench. I wanted him to lose, and lose hard, but Io looked like he belonged in a library. Still, he was the father of dragons, he had to pack some punch. Right?
Either way, if I was going to protect the realm I’d been handed, the women I loved, or the children that were on the way, I had a lot of work to do. Gods, I wished I could go back to high school and just steal the answers to the test. This was one thing I couldn’t fuck up or everyone and everything died. No pressure.
Let’s make sure everyone is up to speed before we get started.
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Up until a few months ago, I was your average red-blooded American male. Well . . . maybe a little above average if you know what I mean. I was a poor townie from Vincent’s Hollow who attended St. Vincent’s Academy, a school that molded the minds of future world leaders. I was a mortal among mages, shifters, vampires, succubae, Fae, kami, banshees, and all the other types of supernatural creatures that made up sixty percent of the student body.
Yeah . . . all the myths and legends about what goes bump in the night were true, and they’d been out of the closet since the eighties. I’d planned to join the agency that enforced the laws that contained the supernatural –The Worldwide Registration Act’s Response Division – to try to get a little power back in a world where I was powerless, but that plan got fucked up too.
As I said, I was a pretty normal teenager. I ran a small black-market scheme to get students the answers to coming tests and quizzes for a quick buck. I did it with my best friend, a constantly stoned werewolf. A hacker mage who could control the air with his mind, and a vegetarian vampire who went through righteous crusades faster than the Kardashians went through shoes. Other than that, my life was jerking off to Littlekittycat69 on Pornhub and trying to get any girl to notice me.
When one finally did pay attention, my life took a very unexpected turn. Lilith Venitas, princess of the Venetian Succubus Cabal, one of the most powerful quasi-criminal organizations in the world, came a-knocking for quiz answers one day. In payment, she sucked my dick, and everything changed.
I was definitely hit by a bolt of lightning, that I’m now sure of. My ensuing stay in the school’s infirmary made me miss a delivery to the one person at the supernatural high school you really didn’t want to piss off. Aveena Foxbelle was a noble Fae, the highest class of a not-quite humanoid race from the adjacent Faerie Realms, and the daughter of one of their ruling court’s leaders: The Lady of Winter. I’d failed to get her a magical item of some importance, and didn’t learn until later it was used in a Fae mating ceremony to help Aveena get knocked up by some equally highbred douche. The resulting dishonor and shame started a blood feud with the Unseelie Fae, and she contracted out to have me assassinated.
Enter Chloe, a sadistic water nymph who tried to fuck me and drown me at the same time. Lilith saved my ass again and offered me a job to fuck her on the regular. Apparently, that’s how modern-day succubae got their sustenance. I gave peace a shot with Aveena, but her price was literal slavery through a magical blood bond. That was a big fuck-no, so I signed up with Lilith. I’d already proven that I had some type of super spunk, and she was going to pay me a shit-ton of money to fuck her a couple times a month. Talk about heaven.
After I managed to kill Chloe – with a major assist from Lilith in that battle – Aveena evoked some Fae bullshit through the covenants that governed the interactions of the Fae and Cabal. An old shifter friend of mine, Joe the pizza aficionado, got to play arbiter, but Aveena tricked me into agreeing to a trial by combat. Threatening everyone and everything I cared about had a lot to do with my decision, and it ended up with me dueling a Fae knight with a big, swinging dick on Yule, right before Christmas.
I trained hard with Dani, Lilith’s longtime dwarf bodyguard, and Xamira, a half-human, half-succubus imp who was distantly related to Lilith. I had the distinct pleasure of being inside both women. One with Lilith’s approval, and one without. I now knew not to fuck another supernatural in the Cabal without Lilith’s permission. The way she casually broke Xamira’s spine when she rode me like a bucking bronco still made me cringe. Healing shattered vertebra was child’s play to supernaturals, so there was no harm no foul, and lessons learned.
Surprisingly, I went up against the Fae knight and won. Despite all their words of encouragement, none of the women thought I’d pull it off. Even more impressive, the Knight Fae’s mojo basically gave me a power facial that should have killed me. I’d survived that as well, and after seeing me prevail, Aveena truly lost her shit. She glamoured herself into a dozen-foot-tall, crusader knight and did battle with Lilith’s succubus combat form. An equally tall, red-skinned hottie with white, bone, hoplite armor, a barbed tail, horns, claws, fangs, the whole shebang.
They kicked the shit out of each other before something tore its way into the interdimensional pocket Fae were able to create. Yeah . . . it’s pretty fucking wild. Lilith teleported us away just in time, but now it looked like every cop in the country, backed up by the United Nations agency I wanted to join in the first place, was hunting me. I didn’t know why, but after nearly dying half a dozen times, I didn’t stop to ask. It might have something to do with the weird abilities I’d displayed recently. We nearly got away clean, but a mountain lion chick with an assault rifle tried to gun us down. Instead, Xamira ran her over with a car.
That’s pretty fucking crazy . . . right . . . but that’s only the beginning. We barely got away from the cops, and let me tell you, trying to jerk it to give a succubus a power boost in the middle of a high-speed chase/gunfight wasn’t as easy as it sounded, and it sounded impossible. We made it to a safe house where an honest-to-gods dragon contemplated eating Dani for dinner. I would have stayed far away from the heavyweight supernatural, but she knew what I was. Not that she told me. She did tell me to be wary of Lilith’s mom because the ancient leader of a succubus cabal definitely had her own agenda. I learned that the hard way within twenty-four hours.
The dragon made a portal for us runaways and dropped us right in the middle of a high-class Reno spa run by vampires. One of the vampires had orders to take me for a spin and see what I was made of. Marcella took that to mean she could bespell me, suck my dick, and try to fuck me with a strap-on. If not for Fern, the pixie I inherited from the troll I told you I killed, I’d have been sitting awkwardly for a week. Lilith wasn’t happy about Marcella’s behavior, so we got the hell out of dodge, only to head for Sin City. Of course, the Cabal was located in the hedonistic capital of the western hemisphere.
We spent time with Lilith’s mother, Venus. Yes, that Venus from Greek mythology that humans named a planet after, as well as some of the other members of the cabal board of directors. A satyr who was the inspiration for Lucifer, the fallen angel, and the Morgan Le Fay. The same Morgan Le Fay who kept King Arthur and his Knights of the Roundtable around as reanimated ghouls to do her bidding. Can anyone say necromancer?
If you’re scared, you should be. The Cabal didn’t fuck around. Lark, and I’m not shitting you, the Pegasus himself, trained me to use my gifts, but everyone was still hush-hush about what I really was. Things were tense between me and Lilith. Not only because she was home for the holidays, but because her mother liked to collect shiny things, and I was the pretty new toy. I might be an asshole, but I’m a loyal asshole. One succubus was enough for me, and I’d already made my choice. Although, Venus did make a killer meat and potatoes dinner.
Things seemed to be going great until after New Year’s. Lilith and Dani got me a VIP pass to a legit porn convention, and Dani set it up so I actually got to fuck Littlekittycat69. Unfortunately, you should never meet your heroes. Even worse, some Fae tracked me down and nearly burned the whole place to the ground. I made it out by the hairs on my chinny chin chin, but I had to drop my glamour to do it. Yeah, I can do a glamour now. Thank you very much.
The slip led the UN right to my door, and even though I did the whole hands-up-don’t-shoot bit, I still took a lightning round to the chest. I woke up in New York getting poked and prodded as they tried to figure out what I really was. Let me tell you, you do not want a prostate exam from some big dude named Frank.
My lawyers were able to work out a deal, and it surprised me more than anyone that my lead defender was Marcella. Yeah, the same Marcella that tried to buttfuck me. She’s a complicated vampire. Anyway, she got me a sweet deal. All I had to do was cooperate for a few days and I was home free. Too bad I fucked that up. I still didn’t know how it happened, but I ended up rending a hole in the top half of the UN HQ. I didn’t know how many people died, but Vernon Duds was pissed.
Yeah, good old Vernon was still around. The UN Special Agent was the one who caught me in Vegas, but in this case, he tried to get me to safety. So, I can’t rag on him too much. We didn’t make it far before some hot Gandalf chick stopped us. She dealt with Vernon scarily fast and used me for batting practice. She was definitely going to kill me, but a fucking sharktopus showed up and tossed me like a ragdoll around Manhattan. For a second there, I thought I was going to get away, but then Aveena showed up and knocked me the fuck out.
I woke up in the Faerie realm and saw Aveena’s true form. She was a crazy, sexy, surprisingly feminine, blue frost giant. If I wasn’t too busy worrying about dying, I would have been sporting a hard-on the whole time. Instead, I had to face her mom, the Lady of Winter herself. I’m not ashamed to admit I both pissed and shit myself during the course of that meeting, but the Lady of Winter underestimated me. People tended to do that.
Apparently, I’m half Aesir. Whatever the hell that means. They have a bit of a boogeyman reputation among the Fae, which I saw firsthand when one saved my ass. The Trickster, who proclaimed we were bros, and quoted Jack Nicholson from The Shining before going on a rampage that killed the better part of a hundred Fae. Since a lot of them were dozen-foot-tall frost giants, I was left wondering just how powerful were these creatures I was purportedly related to? The Lady of Winter seemed properly afraid, but she wasn’t one to back down. She beat us both back and would have killed me if my big bro hadn’t ripped a hole in reality and tossed me in. I don’t know where he went, but I ended up in the middle of somewhere between bumfuck nowhere and where Jesus lost his sandal.
Turned out, that was just outside Tijuana, Mexico, the donkey show capital of the world. Marcella would probably love it there. I ended up getting hammered by a car on a deserted highway, but at least the college coeds driving it weren’t awful human beings. They were actually mages that went by the names Butters, Skella, and Night. Those were stupid sorority monikers, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Butters was cool, and she didn’t want to leave my ass with a broken spine in a motel room you rented by the hour. I wouldn’t have been able to stop a geriatric hooker if she tried to mug me. Skella wanted to leave me. She was a grade-A bitch, and I didn’t feel bad about calling her that. Fuck her. Night . . . well, she was goth-chick hot but had her own problems. Those problems came knocking in the form of the local cabal. Not the Venetians if you catch my drift. Apparently, my Aesir half-bro dropped me right into enemy territory. Remind me to write him a thank you card.
The Tikals had been in the Americas since the beginning. Venus and the Venetians were the interlopers to them, and they’d been waging a steady shadow war for the last six hundred years. Lucky me, I was just the latest chapter.
It ended up that Night was smuggling coke for the Tikals and rescuing me fucked up their delivery schedule. They demanded payment, pound-of-flesh style. Obviously, the girls weren’t going to let some tentacle-faced asshole just screw them like that, and they had little, old me to help. Three mages and a half-Aesir against a pair of cabal big shots and cartel flunkies with machine guns . . . what’s not to love.
We got out of it alive. I was able to radio for help and get to a safe house, which was more of a safe sex parlor disguised as a fitness center. We barely stepped foot in the door before we came under siege. Like that movie with Steven Segal, but with a lot hotter chicks and more dead people. The gym was owned by an incubus and his three imp daughters, and they weren’t giving up without a fight, and fight we did.
There were imps, werewolves, Nosferatu, a naga, mages, and regular humans duking it out in a Mexican strip mall for a while there. Thanks to magic, the Federales didn’t come down on us, but it was still a mess. Mostly thanks to my Aesir side.
As it turned out, I was a bit of a badass, but it came with a price. Later talks with Lark revealed I am what I eat, and I’d been on the supernatural Paleo diet of sex and violence ever since my Aesir side awakened. That had some side effects. It allowed me to completely fuck up a Tikal duke and his entourage, but I immediately segued into a three-way with Dani, Fern, and Ariana. One of the imps from the gym.
With great power comes great need for pussy. That was the Aesir’s motto, and it was a part of me. It could influence my thoughts and actions if I didn’t keep it on a tight leash. According to Lark, we would start to blend and become one. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, but I didn’t come away from that shitshow empty-handed.
First, Lilith got sprung. She rejoined the cabal after her time in the slammer with some much-needed good news. Apparently, we had a special bond that could make our little harem more powerful. Of course, it would put us at odds with traditional succubus values and might even make Venus jealous of our potential – like assassinations-in-the-night jealous – but those were problems for future Cam. Right now, it was me, Lilith, Dani, Fern, and Night – real name Mia – living the good life.
If you want to know the cherry on top that really made my day, it was Aveena. Apparently, her mom kicked her out over the whole letting-Aesir-into-Faerie shenanigans, and then the hot Gandalf chick stole a bunch of her power. The Fae, a literal pain in my ass, came crawling to the Cabal for help, and we had to beat back the wicked witch out of obligation. I got to see Lark and Morgan in action. They did not fuck around. It was impressive, even if I’d rather have Aveena dead on the expensive, Italian marble than walking the same halls as me.
So, Lilith is free, our harem is good, Aveena is our bitch, and the good times should just keep on rolling . . . right? Wrong! Maeve herself, Queen of the Fae, called a Confluence of cabal and human treaty signatories.
Who had two thumbs and got one of the million-dollar invites . . . this guy.
Instead of spending time with my girls, I had to train, and because of the bond I shared with Lilith, it was some interesting training. I fought, and fucked, my way through a good number of the Cabal’s imps before the Confluence. Each . . . session . . . created a supernatural web that Lilith would eventually be able to pull from when she hit maturity in a few years. I did not mind in the slightest laying the groundwork for her.
