Chapter 9 - An Oral Exposition (bj)

Author's Note:  I decided that I had been neglecting this OC so I wrote this short chapter today.  Actually it didn't end up being terribly short.

For those few of you that read these stories, then enjoy.  Or don't.  The sex is at the end, per usual, if you want to skip to that.  :D
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Our heroine, Ashwynn Covington, was not having a good night.
 
“He was never there for me!” Ashwynn yelled drunkenly to a nameless patron, who tried to slip away awkwardly.  The man had sauntered up to the bar to get him and his girlfriend another round of beers – instead he had gotten an earful from the seemingly intoxicated bartender.  The red headed bartender of the Devil’s Threesome appeared to have drunk more than she had poured that night.
 
Ashwynn took her break-up in her usual way – with a lot of alcohol.  Fortunately for her (or unfortunately, depending on how you view it), her day job afforded her plenty of it.  The owner of this particular establishment was one Jackson Greyfur (Jack for short), a retired demon hunter with four decades of experience.  Where Father William’s academics had ended, Jackson’s more practical teaching had begun.
 
Greyfur had managed the near impossible in the business – he survived long enough to retire.  Of course, he was a rather powerful lycan, with strength and ferocity that was legendary amongst the clans.  At 6’3, with a mane of grey fur and a still impressively built physique, even in his retired old age, he was a striking figure.
 
With the help of his younger sister Lyra, he established the Devil’s Threesome, a rather famous dive bar in Empire City.  It was a hub of paranormal and occult activity, more so on this night than most.  All around the bar all manner of the supernatural mingled.  In one booth an incubus was regaling a pair of young lycans about his recent conquests; in another, an angel’s herald was having a nightcap with a Haitian witch doctor.  Meanwhile, an older vampire was sitting at the bar sipping blood whiskey while boring his young thrall with tales of ‘the good ol’ days’.  
 
Ashwynn had saved old Greyfur’s hide more than once (seven times actually).  Given their long history Jackson had offered her the position of bartender whenever she wanted to work, much to his sister’s chagrin.  Unlike Lyra, who was in fact a skilled bartender and expert at occult mixology, Ashwynn did not know the difference between an ale and a lager.  In fact, she couldn’t even pour beer correctly.  Of course, even Lyra had to admit Ashwynn’s presence seemed to attract more business from the male clientele (and perhaps more from the female patrons also).
 
Yet even Jack was wary on this occasion, as Ashwynn traipsed around behind the bar pouring more down her throat than into customers’ glasses.  He watched as yet another mug fall to the ground out of her clumsy hands, smashing into a dozen pieces against the stone floors.
 
“Aye, Red,” he said to her gruffly, as he walked over to her, “Maybe you should take it easy there, little lady.”  He bent down to help the young woman clean up the ceramic shards on the ground.
 
“I got it, I got it,” came the reply, as Ashwynn knocked his hands out of the way as she knelt down on the ground.  “I am fine.”
 
“Now, Red,” he said fatherly, “I am all about the healing properties of large quantities of liquor.  But you may be overdoing it a little.”
 
“I said I’m fine!” retorted Ashwynn as she noisily tossed the shards of broken mug into the trash.    It had been almost a week since she broke up with Lucius.  The reasons were numerous – he was so often absent, she didn’t get fucked nearly enough, he would never take her out to his place, she had the sneaking suspicion he was fucking other women, she could never tell him her true job. 
 
To his credit she did not know that, being a demon of hell, he was really off culling rival clans when he wasn’t with her.  Few men, demonic or otherwise, could keep up with Ashwynn’s libido.  He never took her to his place because it was literally Hell and he never once cheated on her, even with big breasted lust-addled succubi all over his realm.  And in reality he knew exactly what she was – perhaps even more than she did.  But of course she knew none of this.
 
“Alright, no more free drinks for you tonight,” Jack replied coolly.  “I’m cutting you off – for your own good,” he added as stared down Ashwynn, who had daggers in her eyes. 
 
She stood up to face off against him.  Even though he was taller and much bigger than her, he knew she was a dangerous foe, even in her inebriated state.  Plus the extra height just meant a better vantage point down her black tank top, a terrible distraction with her massive breasts being a more powerful weapon at that moment than any firearm.  Yet he stood his ground.
 
“No more drinks tonight,” he said resolutely.  “And while you’re busy sobering up, go clean the backroom, there‘s a party there later tonight.”  For a moment he thought that she was going to hit him, her eyes flashing with anger.  Instead, she hurled the last shard of ceramic into the trash, causing a terrible crash as it toppled over from the impact.  Wordlessly Ashwynn turned heel, disappearing down the back stairwell towards the backroom. 
 
Jackson sighed as he bent down to right the trashcan, cleaning up the strewn refuse as he did so.  “I’m too old for this,” he muttered to himself.
 
“I don’t know why you stand that girl sometimes,” came a husky yet feminine voice from above the counter.  It was his sister Lyra, who was working the tables since Ashwynn had been behind the counter.  She was a beautiful, yet wild woman.  In her early forties, she was a decade younger than her brother but they had always been close.  They were not intimate together – though salacious rumors often said otherwise.  Like her brother she was tall, just over six feet tall, but she was lithe and muscular.  She had long and flowing blonde hair that was untamed, true to her werewolf nature.
 
“Ashwynn Covington has saved my life seven times,” he replied wearily.  “And her father a dozen times more.  She’s just having a rough time right now.”
 
“Our bar is having a rough time of it,” was the cool reply.  “The place is almost cleared out and it’s not that late.”
 
That last statement surprised Jack; it was a weekend and only 1 o’clock.  The place was usually packed until at least 3 am.  Jack’s instincts howled at him as he peered over the countertop.  He quickly saw the reason why the place was clearing out.
 
Vampires – a dozen of them.  Jack had maintained good relations with the Sanguine Clans and there were vampires in his bar nightly.  Yet these, wielding swords, crossbows and axes, appeared ready for battle.  Jack snarled as he stood, recognizing the two vampires leading the troupe.
 
“Hello, Jack!” called out the leader of the group.  “I think it’s time we settle our bill!”  His name was Roman Cisarovna, a relatively young vampire of about a hundred fifty years.  He was tall and thin, with a sickly pale complexion.  He and Jack had a long standing feud, ever since the old hunter had staked his sire years prior.  Next to him stood Bianca, his twin sister.  She had inherited the better genes in the trade, Jack thought.  Her alabaster skin, though pale, was more natural in appearance than her brother’s.  She had the body of a supermodel, thin and statuesque.  Bianca and Jack also had a history, though much different than her brother’s feud.
 
“You know how to pay,” Jack gruffly replied.  “We take all major credit cards.”
 
Roman laughed as his little coterie stepped forward menacingly.  “You know on second thought, Jack,” he said menacingly, placing hateful emphasis on his foe’s name, “I think I’d like to order one last drink from you.”
 
The Greyfur siblings snarled as the vampirics advanced, the wolves inside beginning to take hold.  “You know what’s on tap, Roman,” replied Jackson, the transformation nearly upon him.
 
“Oh, what I want isn’t on tap, Jackie.  What I want is your blood!” he shouted, drawing a silver blade from his suit jacket.
 
“Too cliché!” shouted Jackson, leaping over the counter.  He roared in rage as the wolf inside him came to light, turning the large man into an even larger beast.  His clothes were torn asunder as he transformed into a large greymaned lycan, nearing eight tall and with the strength of a bulldozer.  Beside him was his sister, slightly smaller but no less deadly.  With a terrible roar the two tore into the vampires, a wild melee breaking out in the Devil’s Threesome.

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“Fucking asshole,” Ashwynn mumbled to herself as she descended the stairwell.  The backroom was in the basement of the Threesome, a popular place for private parties and the like.  It had its own private little minibar, a few tables, and a couple of couches – your usual accoutrements to a dingy room in a dive.   Usually it was a spot for coven meetings, bachelor parties, and even a few ritual sacrifices (house rule – only animals, not humans).  Sex parties were not unheard of, though Jackson charged extra for the cleaning services needed afterwards.
 
When not in usage it was generally dark and empty – as most unused rooms are.  However, to Ash’s surprise the lights, dim as they were, were on.  And by the sounds of light jazz and sexual grunting coming from the room, it was very much inhabited.
 
“What the hell is going on here?” Ashwynn shouted as she entered the room.  Sitting on one of the couches was what looked like a college boy, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, with his pants down and dick out.  The bespectacled youth stared wide eyed at Ashwynn’s intrusion, as a fully nude dark-skinned woman in front of him continued to undulate.
 
“Tixie?!” Ash addressed the ebony woman.  The horned female smiled as she slowly danced in place, eyeing Ashwynn.  Tixie, or Tyx’inthidra, was a succubus, though a much more benign one than the she-devil Ashwynn had recently dealt with.  “What did I tell you about pulling tricks down here?”
 
“Mmm Ash my girl, I don’t remember,” she replied benignly.  “I think I was too busy eating you out to be listening.”  She continued her sumptuous dance unabated, waving her plump ass in front of the boy, while soft running her hands between the soft flesh of her double Ds. 
 
“And who the fuck are you?!” yelled Ashwynn at the boy, the alcohol still in her voice.  The college boy’s erection was shriveling at the sight of this irate woman, beautifully buxom as she was.
 
“Daniel!” he replied in fright.  “I mean.  My name Daniel.  I mean my name is Daniel.”  He looked like a nerd, Ashwynn thought.
 
“What the fuck are you two doing down here?” came the redhead’s still angry question, though some of the edge in her voice was fading.
 
“Now, now Ash,” replied Tixie.  “Be nice to the boy.  He only wanted to lose his virginity to a real life succubus!”  She said it as if she was somewhat proud of the fact.  “Isn’t that just so cute?” she added, pausing her dance while presenting her outstretched ass in front of the boy.
 
“No it is not cute!” came the reply.  “I want you out of here or else I’ll tell Jackson that you’re up to this again!”
 
Tixie frowned in reply, huffing as she did so.  Turning to Daniel, she shrugged apologetically before stating matter-of-factly, “Sorry kid.  No refunds!”  Then with an audible pop, she was gone, whisked to some unseen dimension.
 
Daniel stared wide eyed for a moment, limp dick still in hand.  “Aw man!  I’m out a thousand bucks!”
 
Covington rolled her eyes, replying, “Kid, you make deals with a succubus you’re likely to lose more than your wallet.”  She eyed the boy, who was wearing ill-fitting jeans and a shirt that read ‘Rogues Do It Better From Behind.’  Eyeballing the boy with suspicion she noted, “I bet you play a lot of World of Warcraft, don’t you?”
 
He mumbled something incoherently that wasn’t a denial, before saying more clearly, “I had read that this might be a place that I could meet a real succubus and I thought…well…nevermind.”  He blushed against his will, suddenly realizing that the woman he was speaking to was infinitely more attractive than the succubus.
 
“How do you know about succubi?  Or about this bar for that matter?” Ashwynn replied.  The supernatural underworld generally made every effort to avoid such attention, lest the ignorant masses go insane with panic.
 
“Where else?  The internet, of course,” was the reply, though he was only half paying attention to her.  The way that her DDD breasts struggled against her thin black tank top caught his eye.  Her cavernous cleavage poked up at the top, peering over the edge, as she swayed her supple ass in those tight denim jeans…
 
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Ashwynn noted in disgust as she watched Daniel’s cock harden as he stared lewdly at her chest.  To his credit, at full mast he was seven inches in length – not bad for a college kid.  The redhead licked her lips at the sight, her libido raging unchecked.
 
Keep it together, Ash, she told herself.  Between a week without sex, a recent break-up and a fair amount of alcohol, her inhibitions were at an all-time low.
 
“I’m sorry!” Daniel sputtered.  “But you’re so…you know.  Hot!”  His hand continued to clutch his stiff dick as it twitched pathetically at the sight of Ashwynn. 
 
“Yeah, okay, that’s kinda sweet I guess,” she replied, eyeing the hard cock.  “But time to scram, kid.”
 
“Aw, come on…maybe…I don’t know…maybe you could help me out?” he asked her, instantly surprised by his own audacity.
 
Anger flared in her eyes at the proposition.  “You just paid a succubus prostitute $1000 to have sex with her…and you want me to fuck you for free?”  The demon hunter looked at him incredulously.
 
A little courage welled up in him, perhaps spurred by the fact that she hadn’t exactly said no.  “Hey, you know you can’t leave a guy suffering like this.  And don’t act like you aren’t a little interested!”
 
Covington growled at him in annoyance…but he wasn’t wrong.  She had fucked for less anyways.  “Fine, one blowjob then you get out of here.”
 
“Really?!”  Daniel could not believe his luck as the busty redhead sank to her knees in front of him.  “Wow…you’re just…wow.”
 
“Just shut up kid,” Ashwynn replied in exasperation.  “Let’s just get you off so I can be done with this.”  With little fanfare she grasped the college kid’s turgid member with one hand, with her other slowly snaking us his thigh.
 
“Oh, man,” he gasped, screwing his eyes shut.
 
“If you cum in my face, I swear to God I’ll rip this thing off,” Ashwynn threatened, as he whimpered in response.  Examining the hard cock intently, she quietly thought to herself that the boy was gifted for such a wimpy frame, even if his personality was rather lacking.  Her fingers nimbly traced the veins that ran the length of his hard member, pausing to tease the underside of his knob.
 
Leaning slowly down, staring up as she did so with her piercing green eyes, she enveloped the head of his cock with her full lips.  She teased its head with her tongue as she descended upon him, his hips bucking slowly upwards in response.
 
“Oh god!” he managed as he struggled to hold onto himself.  The sensations of pure delight emanating from balls to tip as Ashwynn slid his hard virgin cock down her throat were driving him to the brink.
 
The demon hunter nodded her head on his warm cock, advancing the head further and further with every movement.  The fingertips teased at his swollen testicles, as they churned and yearned for release.
 
Ashwynn loved giving blowjobs, though she would never say those words aloud.  To many it was a demeaning gesture – you would never catch Roxie blowing a man.  But to her it was an expression of her power over a man, at least in her mind.  She was driving this one insane with her mouth and at any moment, she could lift off his lap and walk away.  Of course, she wasn’t quite that cruel.
 
Opening his eyes, Daniel watched with wonder as Ash’s head ministered to him on his lap.  Boldly, he reached up to push the hunter’s long red hair out of her face, so that he could better see her work.  As he did so, he saw those verdant eyes pierce back at him.
 
“Um…Ash, is it?” he stammered, still trying to stem the tidal wave of an orgasm.  “Could I see your tits?”  The prospect of seeing those perfect globes was still fresh on his mind.
 
The redhead came off of his dick to reply, a long strand of saliva drawing from her lips to the tip of his dick as she did so.  She licked her lips seductively as she did so, still gently pumping his member with her hands.
 
“No.”
 
Her reply was as terse as it was final.  Bringing her attention back to his cock, she could see his pre-cum already oozing from the tip as it trembled in expectation.  She lightly flicked the bead of milky liquid with the edge of her tongue, sampling its saltiness.  Then more forcefully she ran her agile tongue up the length of his hard cock, starting at his swollen balls all the way to his twitching head.
 
“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum!” he pleaded in near agony.
 
Paying little heed to him, she went back about her work, taking him into her mouth once again.  With a little more speed now she rhythmically bobbed up and down on his pulsing rod.   She realized that she had wasted enough time down here and needed to get back upstairs to the bar at some point.  She figured the place was clean enough as is.
 
“God, I’m cumming!” came Daniel’s yell, as his willpower gave way.  A torrent of jizz was spiraling up from his testicles, with no restraint left to quell the tide.
 
Ashwynn moved to come up off his dick, wanting naturally to direct his shots away from her person.  But suddenly she felt two hands come down behind her head, sinking her further into him.  She felt the head of his cock force itself uncomfortably down her throat.  She did her best not to gag, proud as she was of her skills.  Still, she murmured angrily in protest as Daniel was swept up in his climax.
 
“OH GOD!!!!” he cried out, pressing Ashwynn down as he loosed his load down her throat.  It was a heavy amount of sperm that she could feel sliding down her throat, as she gulped heavily to swallow it all.
 
Finally releasing his grasp on her, he fell back into the couch with a satisfied sigh.  However, his happiness at his first blowjob was short-lived as Ashwynn rose up, still wiping cum from her lips.  She looked absolutely livid, the redhead a fiery vision of wrath.  His hard-on shriveled quickly at the sight.
 
“You little twerp!” she shouted at him, towering over him as he quailed in fear.  With one angry finger pointed towards the back exit that led directly out into the alley, she exclaimed with authority, “GET OUT!”

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Ashwynn was still cleaning cum off her hands as she made her way up the stairwell, grumbling as she trudged upwards.  “Damned kids, think fucking college means that…”  Her words trailed off as she viewed the wreckage that was once the bar.
 
Not a single stool was left unscathed, tables were upturned and a window was shattered.  Broken glass and shards of wood littered the floor of the battleground.  Little piles of ash were strewn here and there, clear evidence of dead vampires.
 
She saw Lyra, unconscious and naked as the day she was born, passed out on the countertop of the bar.  Jack, on the other hand, was kneeling in front of the bar.  He was still in werewolf form, but bleeding profusely from a series of gashes across the skin, blade work from the look of it.  Over him stood seven or eight vampires, unmistakable by their visage and manner of dress.
 
“Well,” Ashwynn noted, a sense of war rising in her, “looks like the party was up here.”
 