Chapter One-hundred Thirty: Viva Los Campos Part One

Chapter 130

Viva Los Campos Part One

Ichiro stood in front of his mirror in his bedroom, fixing his hair and tying his tie. He buttoned the buttons on his suit jacket. He wore a black English-cut, double-breasted black suit, dark red pressed shirt, black tie, and black cap-toe Oxfords. He spritzed on some of his cologne, which smelled like a luxurious, woody amber fragrance that combined citrusy top notes with a heart of floral and spice and a base of rich, warm notes.

Ruby stood in his bedroom doorway, gazing at him and checking him out.

Ichiro: “I’m taking Robin out to dinner. I should be back afterward, unless she has more quests for me to complete in order to get what I want.”

He said bitterly and dryly. He strolled past Ruby. She checked out his ass and got a waft of his cologne. She considered it a refined, sophisticated, and slightly powdery aroma.

Ichiro stepped out of his house and marched to his Porsche 959. He climbed in, slid the key into the ignition, and started the car. He looked over his shoulder as he reversed out of the driveway and shifted gears, driving down the road.

~

Ichiro and Robin stepped into “La Rosa di Vetro”, a luxury Italian restaurant, their arms interlocked. They entered a spacious dining room decorated with dazzling crystal chandeliers and ornate gold, marble, and fresco accents. Several tables were dressed with fine white linen cloths, silverware, and cloth napkins folded neatly into wine glasses.

Robin wore a white fur coat over a strapless black evening gown with a slit going up the right side, black opera gloves, a diamond choker, dangling diamond earrings, and strappy heel sandals. He took her coat off for her, and the host led them to a table. Ichiro pulled out a seat for her. Robin thanked him and sat down. He sat across from her. The host brought the couple a bottle of pinot noir, opened it, and poured it into two burgundy glasses for them.

Robin folded her hands and rested them on her chin as she gazed at him lovingly. Ichiro smiled at her. I can’t wait for her to divulge the name of Percy’s enemy so I can get out of here and kill him for humiliating me, he thought.

Robin: “This is so lovely, Ichiro… You know how to treat a lady.”

She purred and placed her hand on his. Ichiro forced a smile and grasped her hand. She smiled at him and intertwined her fingers with his. Do whatever it takes because the reward is worth it, he thought.

Robin slipped off her sandal and rubbed her bare foot on Ichiro’s shoe. Ichiro froze and reddened.

Robin: “You know, Ichiro…, I would love for you to take me to The Gold Arachnid Casino in Los Campos…”

She purred and fluttered her fingertips on Ichiro’s palm. Ichiro cleared his throat.

Ichiro: “Oh, I’m not a gambler.”

He said in a small voice.

Robin: “It’s a part of King Spire’s Palace…”

She whispered. Ichiro twisted his mouth.

Ichiro: “I see. So why are you telling me this?”

Robin smiled.

Robin: “I want you to take me there. I want to be with the man I love.”

She held his hand. Ichiro’s right eye twitched.

Ichiro: “Of course, we can do that someday.”

He said with strain. Why couldn’t Celeste tell me this? He wondered.

Robin grinned at him.

Robin: “We’ll do it sooner than you think, Ichiro…”

She purred. Ichiro froze. I did all of her goddamn quests and she has more?! He wondered, trying to keep his cool.

Ichiro: “Is that so? I’ll see if I can get time off work.”

He said tersely.

Robin: “Make time.”

She said firmly with a grin. Ichiro’s right eye twitched. Make time for a woman I can tolerate slightly more than Noriko, he thought bitterly.

Ichiro: “This must be important to you.”

He said with a strained smile.

Robin: “You too.”

Ichiro raised his eyebrows.

He withdrew his cigarillo case, took a cigarillo out, lit it up, and inhaled a drag.

Ichiro: “Why me?”

He exhaled smoke.

Robin: “Because this is where Dieuseul Charles resides.”

She smiled tightly and slid her foot up his shin and rested it on his groin. Ichiro groaned and inhaled sharply. Robin let out a peal of giggles.

Robin: “He is the head of the gang ‘Les Araignées d’Or’ in Los Campos. He owns King Spire’s Palace in Los Campos and the Gold Arachnid Casino.”

She began.

Robin: “He’s one of Percy’s main rivals. The rivalry was so bad that Dieuseul had to relocate to Los Campos. He was honing in on Percy’s territory too much, and he found a new turf in Los Campos.”

She sipped her wine and smiled at Ichiro. Ichiro grinned evilly and chuckled.

Ichiro: “That’s wonderful to know. Thank you.”

He raised his glass to her. Robin smiled and raised her glass to him.

Robin: “Santé!”

Ichiro: “Kanpai!”

They touched glasses.

Ichiro sipped his wine and thought things were looking up for him, until he heard that laugh and froze. He slowly turned his head to see his father dining in the other room through the archway, and he was with Vanessa. She wore a pink sequin cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and heel sandals with bows. Hiroto wore a black suit.

Hiroto: “You have been naughty, my Italian pet!”

He laughed. Ichiro’s right eye twitched.

Vanessa: “Oh, will you punish me after dinner, Daddy?”

I want to die so badly, he thought as he reddened with shame.

Ichiro: “Shall we depart?”

He said quickly. Robin smiled tightly.

Robin: “No, not until the dinner date is done. Also, I want to accompany you to Los Campos. I never told you where his hideout was.”

She snickered. Ichiro glared at Robin and hated her more and more for tormenting him with his father’s foolishness and keeping more from him.

Hiroto: “Daddy will lick your pussy, my Italian pet!”

He heard. Ichiro wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Why can’t this be Jiro instead?! He thought and rubbed his temples.

Robin: “Nice to see you’re enjoying this as much as I am, Ichiro.”

She smirked and swirled her wine. Ichiro gnashed his teeth and wanted to punch that smug grin off her face and then punch his idiotic father.

~

The Megalos Tower opened a pool bar club on one of the rooftops called “The Illusion.” It was a vast area with an Olympic pool, several lounges, cabanas, a hot tub, and a pool bar at the end of the pool with a tiki thatch roof.

Craig stepped out wearing his neon green trunks and climbed onto the lifeguard chair. A pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses obscured his eyes as he scanned the pool for some “hotties.”

Minerva lay on a lounge chair in a cabana she rented. She wore a black wrap swimsuit, a black floppy sun hat, aviator sunglasses, and high-heeled sandals. Alfie was by her, fanning her with a large beige leaf fan. He wore his brown suit while sweating.

Jordi came through the automatic doors in his black suit ensemble for work and surveyed the pool club. He spotted Minerva and strolled over to her cabana.

Minerva: “Alfie, would you get me a Blue Hawaiian from the bar?”

She snapped her fingers. Alfie stared down at his suit and looked at her.

Alfie: “Y-Yes, Minerva.”

He stammered. He dropped the fan and went into the pool, swishing through the water to get to the pool bar. Jordi watched him and rolled his eyes.

Jordi: “Yes, what did you need me for?”

Minerva arched her back and inhaled sharply.

Minerva: “I need you to find out where Jiro is and bring him to me. You failed the last mission, Jordi. Your grandfather needs that oxygen.”

She said sharply. Jordi pursed his lips.

Jordi: “My apologies, ma’am.”

He said through clenched teeth.

Minerva: “You can apologize more after I torture you for hours. What I did wasn’t enough.”

She waved her hand. Jordi gritted his teeth.

Alfie came out of the pool drenched, with a Blue Hawaiian for Minerva.

Alfie: “Here you go, dear.”

He handed it to her.

Minerva: “You hold the glass. My hands are not touching your sweat-drenched glass.”

Alfie swallowed hard and nodded. He bent over to her while she sipped it.

Craig lowered his sunglasses when he spotted Jordi, and he hungrily licked his lips like a lion spying a gazelle.

Craig: “What do we have here?”

He smirked.

Alfie: “Oh, this is Dr. Minerva Marzilli, and I am her assistant, Alfie Faulkner!”

He grinned at him. Jordi rolled his eyes. Okay, Alfie, he thought.

Craig: “Nah, nah! I mean the hottie with the purple hair!”

He waved his hand dismissively at them as if they were invisible, as he locked his eyes onto Jordi. Jordi gaped at Craig and rolled his eyes.

Minerva: “Nice to see Stefano put one of his stooges to work to pay off the cleaning bill you left behind.”

She chuckled.

Craig ignored her as if she weren’t there and kept his gaze focused on Jordi.

Craig: “Sup, hot stuff? I’m Craig!”

He grinned at him, leaning up against the wall, and glanced down at his washboard abs.

Jordi: “I’m Jordi Vaquero.”

He said flatly.

Craig: “Ain’t seen you around before. I would’a remembered a hottie like you if I did!”

He grinned at him.

Jordi: “Charmed. You’re moving on from Fabien quickly.”

He said dryly.

Craig froze and his calm and cocky demeanor dissolved into nothing.

Craig: “F-Fab?”

His bottom lip trembled.

Craig: “H-How do you know Fab?”

He pressed him, trying to pretend like he wasn’t crying.

Jordi: “We’re good friends. I met him when I worked as a waiter at Danny Donger’s. Now I work for Minerva, but he and I are still friends.”

He said evenly. Craig felt a quivering sensation and a hardness in his pants when he thought of both Jordi and Fabien in those Danny Donger’s uniforms together.

Craig: “Ohhh, really now?”

He licked his lips. Jordi noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor and glared at him indignantly. Then he saw Craig’s boner.

Jordi: “God…”

He whispered. Craig grinned widely and proudly.

Craig: “I know, right!”

Ichiro came through the automatic doors wearing a dark red pressed shirt, black tie, black pants, black cap-toe Oxfords, and a white lab coat. He went up to Minerva’s cabana, where Minerva, Alfie, Jordi, and Craig were.

Ichiro: “I know where Jiro will be heading.”

Minerva lowered her sunglasses.

Minerva: “Is that so, Ichiro?”

Jordi drew a long breath and hung his head.

Ichiro: “He will be heading to Los Campos. I need your private jet.”

He nodded. Minerva smirked.

Minerva: “Don’t forget me or Alfie or Jordi.”

She said firmly.

Jordi: “How do you know Jaxon will go to Los Campos?”

He asked Ichiro.

Ichiro: “Does it matter? He will go there, and your boss wants my baby brother to play with.”

He grinned.

Craig: “Jaxon?! That fuckin’ homewrecker is your brother?!”

He rasped.

Ichiro: “My baby brother is a homewrecker now? But yes, Jiro is my little brother.”

He laughed and waved his hand.

Craig: “He ruined shit with me ‘n Fab! It’s HIS fault!”

He pouted.

Jordi: “Actually, I speak with Fabien regularly, and it was YOUR fault, Craig. He told me about how you broke his stuff, contributed nothing to the relationship, and left his house a mess. Maybe before you start pointing fingers, look in the mirror. The calls are coming from inside the house.”

He spat. Craig knit his eyebrows and cowered.

Craig: “That’s not true! I didn’t mean to break his stuff, ‘n I always saved him, ‘n so what if the house was a mess?!”

He countered.

Ichiro raised an eyebrow at Jordi’s speech with Craig. Should I be concerned? He wondered. Or perhaps he’s tired of that big idiot with his stinky feet hitting on him? Maybe he should try to romance Noriko since he fits the “Viking” mold, he thought bitterly.

Jordi: “It mattered to him! You treated him like crap so I understand why he left! He always vented about you, and I implored him to leave you! I am glad he finally did!”

He barked at Craig.

Craig: “I was good to him! He cheated on ME with that homewrecker ‘n that pink-haired cunt!”

He snapped.

Jordi: “Well, serves you right. I believe him more than I believe you. You hit on me not too long ago. You are a dick.”

He countered.

Craig: “I’m single now, mate! I didn’t do anythin’ wrong!”

He countered.

Jordi: “I am not surprised you’re single. You’re going to be for a long time.”

He rolled his eyes.

Craig: “We’ll see about that!”

He pouted and marched back to his lifeguard chair.

Minerva: “Pack your bags, Jordi. We’re going to Los Campos. Don’t forget your finest suit. I want you to look sharp… but you always do.”

She smirked. Jordi cleared his throat.

Jordi: “Of course, ma’am.”

He nodded and left.

~

Jaxon was in Percy’s manor, his wrists shackled above his head, and his feet locked in stocks. He wore a red snake skin pattern sports jacket, a black button-up shirt with the buttons undone to expose his chest tattoo, and blue jeans.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

He screamed and thrashed against his bonds. Percy strolled in completely nude with a red silk robe over his shoulders.

Percy: “Hello, beautiful! It’s nice to see my Pepper Prince so spicy!”

He grinned and squeezed Jaxon’s knee. Jaxon jerked and laughed.

Jaxon: “Nohohoho!”

He whined. He squeezed both of his knees, and Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He wailed.

Percy grinned.

Percy: “Since Steel Axe is FINALLY doing well, I figured your ticklish laughter would cover another track!”

Jaxon bared his teeth.

Jaxon: “I am fucking done with that shit, Percy! Deimos and I are making a new band now! I don’t WANT anymore ‘feet metal’ shit! I’m a rockstar, not a feetstar!”

He rasped.

Percy: “Oh, if you read the comments you receive on Fu’s Feet Links, many would disagree!”

He laughed. Jaxon thrashed around.

Jaxon: “I don’t give a fuck what those creepy weirdos say! I never wanted to do this!”

He thundered.

Percy pressed a button on the remote, and instrumentals to “Death to Poseurs” played over the speakers. Heavy distorted guitars, accompanied by drum beats and cymbals, blared through the speakers. Louis came out dressed like an ice cream cone.

Jaxon: “WHY THE FUCK IS HE AN ICE CREAM CONE?!”

Jaxon’s screams weaved between them like a motorcycle zipping through traffic with an adrenaline rush.

Louis: “I’m a NICE cream cone!”

He started tickling Jaxon’s feet, and Jaxon screamed with laughter at the guitar riffs.

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOFF! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

He threw his head back laughing hard as tears welled in his brown eyes. Louis tickled all over his feet and tickled the tops. Jaxon howled with laughter and thrashed in his seat, whipping his black hair from side to side.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! FUCK OHOHOHOFF! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!”

He laughed hard as tears dripped down his cheeks.

Tickles appeared behind him, tickling Jaxon’s underarms and his neck.

Tickle: “Cootchie-coo!”

Jaxon laughed hysterically as Tickles tickled his underarms and neck, and Louis tickled his feet. He laughed ragged breaths between laughter and found it hard to breathe.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEASE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Tears streaked his cheeks, and his face was red. He thrashed around trying to escape Tickle’s fingers from tickling his body, and scrunched his feet to protect them somewhat, but to no avail.

Jaxon: “AIYEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He wailed.

~

Jaxon was passed out on the couch in Percy’s bar from the intense tickling. Percy sat by Jaxon, gazing at him and caressing his soft hair. Jaxon’s eyes fluttered. His head was pounding, and his vision was blurry. A red glow surrounded him as he healed himself. He sat up, rubbed his head, and glared at Percy.

Jaxon: “I’m outta here!”

He spat and rose. Percy grabbed Jaxon’s hand.

Jaxon: “Let me go.”

He glared at him.

Percy: “Have a drink with me, my Pepper Prince…”

He said softly and kissed his hand. Jaxon drew a rough breath.

Percy pulled out a stool for Jaxon. He sat down, and Percy strolled behind the bar to prepare a drink. Jaxon folded his arms and drew a long breath.

Percy filled the cocktail shaker with ice and poured two ounces of whiskey into it, followed by one ounce of sweet vermouth, cherry liqueur, and two dashes of bitters. He stirred the drink and poured it through a strainer into a cocktail glass with a cherry on the rim. Jaxon took the glass by its stem and sipped it. He raised his eyebrows. This is nice, he thought.

Percy gazed at him.

Percy: “Tastes like your sweet lips.”

He purred. Jaxon laughed bitterly and rolled his eyes.

Jaxon: “It was one night.”

He muttered.

Percy: “One magical night.”

He stuck his tongue out and slivered it. Jaxon drew a breath and took another sip.

Percy caressed Jaxon’s soft hair and massaged his shoulders. He leaned over, brushed his hair back, and whispered into his ear. Jaxon shuddered.

Percy: “I watched this movie where a man was washing his boyfriend in the tub while wearing a duckie washing glove.”

Jaxon slowly turned to Percy and gaped at him as if he were a lunatic.

Percy held up a yellow duck mitt on his hand. Jaxon flicked his gaze to the stupid-looking puppet and Percy.

Percy: “Quack, quack! I want to put my hands on your sexy body!”

He said in a nasally voice. Jaxon’s right eye twitched as his fury started to rise.

Jaxon: “What the fuck is this, Percy?! Get that stupid thing off!”

He snapped and tried to grab it. Percy yanked his hand away and smirked.

Jaxon: “DUCK OFF!”

He shoved past him, grabbed his socks and boots, and put them on.

Percy: “Quack, quack, tickle, tickle!”

He tickled Jaxon’s sides with the gloves.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEET OHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, YOU FUHUHUCKING IDIOHOHOT!”

He laughed hard and yanked away.

Jaxon panted and locked his gaze on a portrait of himself. In the large photograph, Jaxon backed into the wall, terrified to tears of a June Bug on the ground. Jaxon’s fury soared through the roof. He grabbed the portrait and threw it on the floor.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

He bellowed.

Percy: “A better question would be what isn’t wrong with me!”

He quipped. Jaxon’s hand flew across his face, slapping him hard.

Jaxon: “Up yours!”

He snapped and stormed out of his manor, slamming the door. Percy grinned and rubbed his sore cheek.

~

Tristan was in his office that evening, working overtime. He wore a gray Italian-cut suit, black waistcoat, white pressed shirt, black tie, and black wingtip Oxfords. He was smoking a cigarette while reviewing letters Rosemary typed and signing them.

The door creaked open.

Tristan: “You can leave Rosemary. I will be finished shortly.”

Ivy stepped in wearing a long black fur coat, strappy black heels, and carrying a basket. Tristan flicked his gaze at her and glared at her.

Tristan: “Get out of here.”

He said icily.

Ivy: “I figured you were hungry… Rather than asking you to dinner, I brought dinner to you. I made you your favorites.”

She lifted the cloth from her basket to present him with baozi in a bamboo steamer.

Tristan: “Nice, are there sedatives in those?”

He quipped. Ivy smiled.

Ivy: “Of course not, Tristan.”

Tristan shoved the bamboo steamer away.

Tristan: “I don’t want them. I want nothing from you. I want you out of my office and out of my life.”

He hissed through clenched teeth. Ivy’s bottom lip trembled.

Ivy: “Has Celeste really turned you against me, Tristan?”

She choked up. Tristan bared his teeth.

Tristan: “No! YOU did that, Ivy! YOU did that by running a dead girl’s name through the mud! The girl in question was a dear FRIEND of mine! She died horribly and tragically, and you had to make everything worse!”

He snapped and shook his finger at her.

Ivy pursed her lips.

Ivy: “I figured she and Jiro turned you against me, and I got everything covered.”

She said softly.

Tristan: “I don’t care. I want you out of here. We’re done.”

He said coolly as he bore his hateful glare on her.

Ivy hated to see the man she loved look at her with disdain. She had to act on plan B now. She unbuttoned her fur coat and opened it to reveal her sheer black lingerie. Tristan’s jaw dropped, and he reddened.

Tristan: “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!”

He hissed.

Ivy: “This was the same lingerie I wore the night we almost made love…”

She said softly to him.

Ivy: “Do you remember?”

Tristan glared at her.

Tristan: “NO! I don’t remember the insignificant details you focused on, Ivy! I remember almost making a huge mistake and am glad I never went through with it!”

He roared.

Ivy’s bottom lip trembled.

Ivy: “You didn’t want to go through with it because of Deimos!”

She cried.

Tristan: “That is the most intelligent thing you said all evening or at all! Bravo!”

He said dryly and clapped slowly. Ivy glared at him.

Ivy: “Tristan, I made this all for you! I remembered what we wore that evening, and you can’t remember how special it was to me!”

She cried.

Tristan: “Let me go, Ivy. The past is the past. We’re done and it’s your own damn fault.”

He spat.

Tristan: “Life is nothing like those silly Hallmark movies you use as ‘how-to’ guides in life.”

He huffed. Ivy glared at him.

Ivy: “They are NOT silly, Tristan! They are romantic, and I can relate to the heroines because other stupid women are getting in the way of me finding true love!”

She thundered. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Sure, all the invisible women fighting for Blair.”

He said dryly.

Ivy: “I meant YOU, Tristan! Blair can go fuck himself!”

She hissed.

Tristan: “Okay, not my problem, and Blair deserves you.”

He said numbly.

Ivy reached into her purse, withdrew a peacock feather, and pointed it at him. Tristan drew back.

Tristan: “Wh-What now?!”

Ivy: “Hallmark movies are NOT silly or stupid!”

She hissed.

Tristan: “Don’t you DARE!”

He countered. She tickled his neck with her feather. Tristan fell to his knees laughing.

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

He whined. Ivy smirked.

She grabbed his ankles, untied his shoes, and removed them, revealing his slender, long feet in sheer black socks.

Tristan: “IVY! NO! DOHOHOHOHON’T!”

He wailed. Ivy pulled off his socks and stroked her feather all over his soft soles.

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He laughed hard and pounded the floor, as the bristles brushed against his soles.

Tristan: “WAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! ARGGGGGHH!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

He laughed hard and tears welled in his green eyes. Ivy bit her bottom lip as her nipples hardened against his feet. She brushed the feather all over his feet.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! AIYEEEEEEEEEEE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

He laughed hard and struggled to breathe as the tickling tore at his body. His face was red, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

Tristan: “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHOD!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

He wailed with laughter and breathed ragged breaths in between laughing. This was exhausting him, and he felt like he would pass out.

Deimos marched in and saw red. He pulled Tristan away from Ivy and held him in his arms.

Deimos: “ENOUGH!”

He barked. Ivy screamed and closed her coat over.

Ivy: “Don’t look, pervert!”

Deimos: “Who the FUCK are YOU calling a pervert?!”

He snapped. Tristan panted and trembled in Deimos’ arms.

Deimos: “Get your ass out now!”

He spat. Ivy glared at Deimos.

Ivy: “I don’t know what Tristan sees in you, but he has to have dinner with Celeste to satisfy him!”

She fielded scathingly. Deimos rolled his eyes.

Deimos: “Yeah, Ivy, he took Celeste to dinner when Jaxon and I watched a movie. I know. Life isn’t like those bullshit Hallmark movies you love!”

He fired back. Ivy bared her teeth at him.

Ivy: “You hateful, ungrateful bastard, Deimos! You were MY biggest mistake! I’m only glad we met because of Tristan!”

She spat.

Deimos: “Feeling is mutual, you bitch.”

He hissed and held Tristan close in his arms. Ivy glared contemptuously at Deimos and stormed off, taking her food, purse, and feather, and slamming the door.

Deimos kissed Tristan’s soft lips.

Tristan: “Thanks for saving me.”

He whispered.

Deimos: “Anytime.”

He brushed his knuckles against Tristan’s cheek, and they kissed again.

Tristan: “You’re the best choice I ever made… You’re not a mistake as she was.”

He assured him. Deimos smiled tenderly at him and melted at his words.

Deimos: “Thank you, as are you.”

He whispered and kissed him deeply.

~

That night, Celeste soaked in the bathtub. Her long, verdant locks were clipped back by a claw clip. She rested her feet up on the edge of the bathtub, wiggling her toes. She looked over to her right to see Jaxon beaming at her as he untied the sash and dropped his robe to the floor, baring his toned physique to her. Celeste lustfully locked her gaze on his naked body and smiled widely to show her fanged teeth.

Celeste: “Get your sexy butt in here!”

She teased, playfully smacking his ass cheek. Jaxon shivered, stuck his tongue out at her, and climbed in with her, hovering over her, raking his fingers through her hair.

Jaxon: “Here I am, my Green Queen…”

He whispered and kissed her, his erect cock pressed against her thigh. Celeste quivered with arousal, feeling his hardness against her flesh.

She cupped his cheek and leaned in, kissing him on the lips. Jaxon kissed her back and reached up to cup her large breasts, giving them a squeeze and tracing her nipples with his thumbs. He lowered his head to her boobs, kissing each brown tip and sucking on one of her nipples. Celeste felt her heart pound in her chest and a tiny moan escaped her lips as she felt the warm wetness of his tongue against her skin.

He locked his gaze on her as his hands trailed down her curvaceous body down to her feminine core. He smiled at her as he rubbed her clit with his fingers in a circular motion. Celeste closed her eyes over as she melted to his touch, feeling a pulsing and throbbing sensation, she kissed him as he pleasured her. Jaxon thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply, wrestling his tongue with hers as he rubbed her bean and inserted two fingers inside her, massaging her.

Celeste: “O-Oh, Jaxon!”

A soft moan escaped her cherry-red lips, and she thrusted herself against him. Jaxon chuckled and smirked at her as her continued to massage her, feeling his desire for her cultivate.

Celeste wrapped her legs around him, hungry for more. She raised her foot onto his hardness and stroked her soles against his member. Jaxon shivered and bit his bottom lip. He threw his head back and moaned when he felt her soft, dainty soles on his cock. He trembled all over with arousal. He reddened and felt the heat rise.

He took her little feet, lifted them, kissed each foot, and leaned closer to her, locking his loving gaze on her. Celeste shivered at his soft kisses and let out a peal of giggles.

Celeste: “HahahahHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEH!”

Her breasts jiggled with each breath of laughter. Jaxon smirked at her and felt his hardness twitch at her reaction.

He cupped her face and kissed her, leaning closer, and pressed the tip of his hardness to her core. Celeste felt a pulsing sensation ripple through her body as he pressed against her. She invited him in, slowly and sensually edging him inside of her as she held him in her warm embrace. Jaxon couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be in her. He thrust inside of her. He held her close as he rocked his hips against hers with hungry, heavy thrusts.

Jaxon: “Oh, Celeste…”

His mouth was to her ear as he whispered in it as he continued thrusting. Celeste shivered to his tender whispers and she cupped his chin, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him passionately. He kissed her deeply as he thrust into her, picking up the pace.

Celeste: “Oh, Jaxon…”

She moaned. His cock swelled and twitched inside of her as he met her with hungry powerful thrusts. He cupped her large breasts and teased her brown tips with his fingers. Celeste thrust harder against him, feeling his body intertwined with hers and feeling an electric spark course through her, soaring higher and higher.

Celeste: “Oh, Jaxon! Jaxon!”

Her voice soared higher with each hard thrust.

Jaxon’s thrusts became hungrier and more powerful as he felt her muscles contract around his member, feeling more connected to her. He panted and held her close, surveying her as he made love to his ladylove, and wanting to make her feel like a queen—his green queen.

Celeste clung her legs tightly around him, feeling like a queen, pampered by her prince. She flung her head back, feeling herself nearing the edge. Her hungry, pleading moans soared higher, echoing off the bathroom walls.

Jaxon gnashed his teeth, thrusting harder and faster, on the verge of climaxing. He held Celeste’s legs as he locked his loving gaze on her. Celeste lovingly locked her gaze on him as she held him in her arms and reached climax.

Celeste: “O-OH, JAXON!”

She shouted. Jaxon felt her warm climax trail over his cock. He gave one final thrust and came inside, followed by a hoarse shout. Celeste panted widely, feeling his warm cum inside her.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He panted and pulled out. He gazed at her with dewy brown eyes and kissed her deeply. She cupped his chin and kissed him deeply back.

Jaxon reached under the water, pulled the plug, and lifted her out, carrying her in his arms. He held her to their bedroom and laid her in bed. She brushed her nails against his neck, and he laughed.

Jaxon: “HahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cut that out!”

He playfully slapped her ass. She grinned at him.

~

Trevor skipped out of Jumbo Jones’ Grocer that night after ending his shift. When he was about to teleport out of the parking lot, a masked man grabbed him, placed his hand over his mouth, and plunged a needle in his neck. Trevor passed out, and the man dragged him to a black van and threw him in. He got inside, slammed the door shut, and the van drove off into the night.