So, book two for Cam, this one's a bit longer, sixty-five K words or so. No great surprises in format from book one, still a straight harem without polyamory. Cam doesn't share, selfish bastard, not even between his ladies. Just a quick thanks for everyone leaving comments, I appreciate the feedback. The pacing of my writing can be a little fast, some like it, some don't. I tried to slow it in places here, but don't expect a huge change there. My repeats are mostly about keeping the harem straight in your mind, not about characterization at all, but to remind you about previous characterization scenes.
As far as sex scenes, I keep it to the pace, they can't all be long and drawn out, or it would bog down the story, in my opinion. Just saying, fade scenes and short scenes have their place, just like the long ones.
Enjoy! Book three is being worked on.
-Magicwrtr
Cam's Justice
Cambion Chronicles: Book Two
Copyright 2018. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.
Chapter One
The hot sun burned overhead, and it reflected off the white stones of the massive castle as we walked through the arch underneath the portcullis and into the castle courtyard.
It'd been two weeks since I immolated the old kiss's master in shadowy hellfire, and Niri had taken his spot. We still stayed at the Lady Unicorn Inn and Tavern in the middle-class section of Mythfall, but we had hopes that would change soon.
Lysa had kept her word, and visited me every morning to join my bed, share pleasure, and so I could harvest her soul for energy. It was that energy of course, that powered my half-demon talents as the son of an incubus. Our alliance with Lysa's vampire kiss had also born other fruit, as we'd just been admitted to the most closely guarded part of the city, where the royal family lived and ruled. It was very odd for anyone other than a noble or castle servant to be admitted.
The nobles handled the general population, through the government offices and buildings in the government district of the city. Shit rolled down hill, and we normally wouldn't be important enough to warrant such an honor, except my Cassia had been studying hard the last two weeks and a had a handle on a number of new spells in addition to the wards, spells that made her far more formidable than when I'd first met her.
Witch magic was dependent on both understanding nature, and knowledge of arcane words and spells. Her understanding had far exceeded her knowledge that way, and she was learning the spells quickly in those books. My own training proceeded apace as well, but outside of stronger witch shields, and the ability to heal myself of various ailments and wounds, hadn't changed all that much.
Witch magic was all about nature, and casting spells was all about the balance in nature, shifting it to accomplish a goal. My demon magic, and sorcery, was more evoking magic and unnatural in nature, pulling the power from other realms of existence.
I still wasn't ready to extend my witch power outward, to start to understand the nature of the world outside my body, but between my sword, throwing daggers, and my demon magic I was more than set on the offensive front.
Lysa may have only come by an hour or two a day, but my two lovely mates were by my side almost constantly, a part of that was my overprotective and possessive nature, the other part was they didn't like being away from me either. Our sex lives hadn't cooled one iota either, they were as insatiable as I was, though I wondered at times if that was because of my demon nature's influence on them.
Either way, they weren't complaining.
Cassia was a vision that morning. Her long reddish-brown chestnut hair hung like a shimmering silk curtain down her shapely body, and her warm brown eyes had a look of commanding determination in them, but they slightly warmed when she caught my admiring sideways gaze. Her heart shaped face had the soft beauty of the girl next door, and she had full lips and an adorable nose, lending her a slight aura of innocence with her young nubile nineteen-year-old complexion when at rest. Of course, her wise ass smirks often put that innocence to lie. Perversely, her voice did the opposite, her sweet dulcet and innocent tones were a part of her naturally speaking voice.
If her face and voice was innocent, her sumptuous body was pure sin. She was five foot five, with firm and bountiful rounded D cup breasts, a thin waist, and a heart shaped ass to die for. She'd only become sexier, when I'd inadvertently sculpted her flesh that first time that I'd made love to her with my mouth. Not much had changed there, I'd only removed a little of the extra, making her already sinful curves even sharper and more mouthwatering, she didn't have an ounce of extra fat on her generous curves.
To top it off, she was in a lovely dress just elaborate enough to fit in, but not elaborate enough to offend a noble. It was a dark blue multilayered affair, that mostly hid those sinful assets of hers, but still hinted at them enough to be incredibly alluring.
Faith walked on my other side. She was petite at five foot two, and she was my exotically beautiful sexpot. She had long and wavy bright red hair that matched the fur of her shifted fox form, and her eyes were a startling light brown ochre color, that seemed lit from within. Besides being a shifter, she was also a half-elf, which is where the exotic mischievous beauty of her face came in. She had slightly pointed ears, a thin face, with a button nose and those ochre eyes, she was just breathtakingly and exotically beautiful above the neck. Just to add to that, my Faith's voice was naturally seductive and sultry, a bedroom voice by default unless she worked at putting another emotion into it.
My Faith also had a body built for sin, she was shorter and more petite, so the generous C cups that stood up firmly and pertly looked even bigger on her frame proportionally than Cassia's. She had a mouthwateringly thin waist, sensually rounded hips, and the sexiest most petite bubbled ass I'd ever seen. She had fair skin, and the lightest pink nipples I'd ever seen which drove me crazy. Fortunately, at the moment they were covered up by a similarly elaborate dress to Cassia's, but in green instead of dark blue.
Their personalities were as different as their looks, my Cassia did dote on me, but she was far more independent of mind and enjoyed teasing me with wise ass comments and observations. She loved to be taken in bed and cherished, but she also loved to be on top.
Faith on the other hand, saw me as her alpha male, and she submitted to me in all things. I wasn't a petty man, and wouldn't take advantage, but she happily put every aspect of life in my hands, small or large, and it was my job to protect and cherish her, even as she served and obeyed me. If anything, my overprotective and possessiveness turned Faith on.
To be clear, her submissiveness wasn't an invitation to abuse her in any way, shape, or form, it was an invitation to take care of and cherish her, and never to be seen as less, lowered, or shamed in any way. She was beyond precious to me, and I loved her as deliriously as I loved my sweet witch. She also didn't mind being on top in bed, but only if I told her to, she'd never dream of doing it on her own, which is why I'd given her blanket permission to wake me up that way.
Lysa, the third woman in my coterie, wasn't with us just then, but she was never far from my thoughts. I hadn't planned it that way, but she was just as different as the other two. Her remarkable and stunning beauty was more classical and had the look of nobility with her high cheekbones. Her beauty looked as if it might actually be aristocratic, and she had lovely light blue eyes and golden blonde hair that glinted in the sunlight like spun silken golden ringlets.
She was tallest at five foot eight, and she had a lissome supple dancer's body that was extremely flexible. She had pert and proud B cups, and her skin was lightly tanned, a few shades lighter than Cassia's and a few shades darker than my fair half-elf. She also had a tight ass, and mouthwateringly long and toned legs.
We'd grown a bit closer the last two weeks with her morning visits. Out in public she was a lady, even slightly arrogant and held herself with an assumed authority, it looked good on her. In private she was somewhat of a kinky woman, and she preferred to be treated as my sex toy. She liked to be shamed, the embarrassment and shame of being called names, and being ordered to do dirty things with filthy words, drove her wild. It was her kink, and I didn't think less of her for it, it was a time for her to be free and let everything go.
She'd also told me we could never be mates, that she was too independent and old to get tied down in a romance, despite looking eighteen she was truly over two centuries a vampire. She was in my coterie but as a distant ally, and for the purpose of allowing me to harvest her soul daily for my personal energy. Of course, she got the best sex of her life out of the deal, who and what I was guaranteed that, and she was more than eager for our daily morning rendezvous. We'd just come from one of those, actually.
I preferred the closeness of my two mates, the intimacy, but it seemed to be working out just fine so far. Thing was, I was definitely becoming fonder of her as time went on, and as we'd spent more time together, which was a future complication I'd have to deal with at some point. She was never far from my thoughts. Between the shallow closeness generated from the great sex, and my young and possessive personality, I feared the itch in the back of my mind at her lack of presence would grow over time.
It was what it was.
We crossed the large courtyard, and was met the door by a young page, who bowed to us despite the fact we weren't nobility at all. He was dressed in a red uniform with yellow accents, and he couldn't have been older than fourteen.
"Follow me please, I'll take you to your appointment with the Seneschal."
The seneschal from what we had learned, was the man who scheduled the king's day and did a million other things around the castle to make sure it all ran smoothly. He was also a noble in his own right, Duke Andrew, and cousin to King Richard.
He'd be the one we'd have to convince of our trustworthiness, in replacing the Eternal Rose coven in maintaining the wards. Which, I imagine were probably breaking down by then, according to the book they should be maintained weekly, which took a few hours a week, and it'd been over two weeks since the Eternal Rose coven had met its end.
Really, that was a great thing, if we could generate our coin and wealth from working just a few hours a week, we could focus on building the coterie, tasks for our coterie members and allies, and starting a family and other aspects of our personal lives. In essence, working on our political and temporal power base, instead of working to put food on the table. The majority of our efforts and time could be spent on that.
Last, but not least in my sex-obsessed half-demon mind, was that there'd be plenty of time to set each other on fire between the sheets. I may have only fed on Cassia and Lysa once a day, and on my fox shifter twice because of Faith's faster recovery time, but we had sex far more often than that. Two to three times a day, several rounds each time, more than that if we had nothing else to do on that day besides train and study. I just needed to suppress the feeding power during those extra times.
It was an ideal situation in that way, on many levels, but it would also come with risks and costs that would force us to remain forever vigilant. Of course, merely rubbing elbows with royalty had its pluses and downsides, we'd be shielded from the rest of the nobility, but we'd also be extremely visible to the power structure in the city. It would also reveal who had the tomes of knowledge, which would especially be of interest to the other covens in the city, who would covet that knowledge.
