Tss 3 Knights Son Ch 08

[tags: Blowjob, shower, threesome, rough, domination]

Bobby returns to his new home, only to learn that things weren't as he left them.

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Chapter 08

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Homecomings

"Your ride's here," Protector Joey informed me with a sneer. I was still learning the rank structure for the Paladonic Knights, but I knew he was two ranks above me. He made sure I knew that. He'd also made his thoughts clear about me. "You're lucky they're letting you keep that body. Maybe it's defective, and that's why? Your face still looks a little off from your file, but maybe it was a bad picture, and you always looked that ugly. I told Guardian Johnson they should recycle you. Meh, I don't believe for a minute that a low-rank peon like you would be able to return when more worthy Knights died over the last couple of weeks."

I didn't even bother looking at the man. He acted like I'd eaten his favorite candy since I woke up this morning, though I didn't know what his real beef with me was. I was on my way out the door and hopefully wouldn't ever have to see him again.

Apparently, it took leadership a day to decide what to do with me. I don't know what they had to discuss or determine, but Protector Joey's attitude gave me hints. They reached out to Consul Willmont, who was sending someone out to retrieve me. I felt like a piece of errant property, but at least I was alive.

I learned that the woman I'd screwed that raised such a ruckus after being brought back to life wasn't even human. Or rather, not fully human. She was half oni, some type of Japanese demon. They told me she was over eighty years old, and she'd behaved for more than five decades. Her job was to train women to please their future husbands and take the edge off newly resurrected Knights. She was allowed to use her hands, mouth, and feet. No other penetration was allowed, as she would lose control and potentially kill whomever she mated with after completion.

Once again, I was lucky to be alive.

"Come on, hurry up!" Protector Joey snapped as I grabbed the small toiletries bag they gave me like some parting gift. At least I also had a set of clothes, instead of just the boxers I woke up in. I scratched an annoying itch at the back of my neck as I looked forward to leaving this place.

Following the skinny Knight out, I entertained ideas of picking him up by his scrawny neck. He was so slight, and I'd learned that this body was more potent than my previous one. It'd be so easy to pick him up and toss him through the glass doors we were headed towards.

"I'm sure they'll figure out their mistake soon enough," Joey continued, taking my silence as either cowardice or being cowed.

I noticed my hand lifting to follow my dark thoughts and forced it back to my side with a snap. Joey turned to look at me, and I smiled, showing all my teeth. I may be a head taller than him, stronger than him, bigger and broader, better looking, faster, and I forgot where I was going with this... Oh yeah! I'd learned a long time ago to control myself or risk putting people in hospitals. The last time I lost my temper was when I found Megan making out with my doppelganger, which turned out to be that bastard, Sheldon Lance. But before that... Well, I chose not to remember how that went down. I was only a kid back then.

"All that time and effort wasted," I heard the man mutter. He was loud enough that I knew he intended for me to hear. "Now, we'll have to find someone else to train the new sluts. And millions of dollars wasted on that body."

I wondered if he was more upset about the half-demon or that I now inhabited some kind of cutting-edge body. Unfortunately, I wasn't privileged enough to know what made my new body so special.

Joey's voice dropped as he added, "Now, who am I going to skull-fuck when Abby is in one of her moods?"

I tried not to chuckle, almost feeling bad for the freak oni. Sure, I'd had fun seducing her, but I hadn't known what she was. I also didn't understand why she'd succumbed to my charms. Sure, it boosted my ego, but she was a

freak!

"Holy shit, Bobby!" a familiar voice shouted as we stepped outside. The air was a little cool, but I took a deep breath, enjoying it. This was the first I was let out of my room, and I enjoyed what I saw was crisp, clean, morning mountain air.

Looking at the person who shouted, I couldn't help but smile. "Al! Man, are you a sight for sore eyes," I walked over and tried to greet my redheaded friend with a handshake, but he pulled me into a tight bro-hug. I awkwardly returned it, then pulled back. "I've had to deal with that sourpuss all day and am ready to blow this joint."

"That's

Protector Joey

to you, Carpenter Brody," the skinny man complained.

I glanced over my shoulder as I said, "Well, you're done protecting my ass. So long, and thanks for all the fish."

I didn't wait for his spluttering response before jumping into Al's vehicle. It looked like a brand new Jeep, and I guessed that he bought it on the Knight's checkbook.

"Dude, did you see his face?" Al asked as he jumped in and pulled out of the driveway. "He was redder than my hair. You know, you really shouldn't insult those who outrank us, but that was funny to watch."

"I can't help myself, sometimes," I said as I looked at the large house I'd just left. It looked like a log cabin but for the rich and famous. I was happy to put it behind me.

Al shook his head as he pulled out onto a two-lane street. "I don't know how the hell you ended all the way out here in Utah, much less the middle of B.F.E. I mean, how unoriginal do you have to be to name a lake, Fish Lake? Admittedly, it looks more like a whale than a fish on the map, but come on!"

"Utah?" I asked, shocked. I figured I was in the Sierra Nevada range. Why did I end up in Utah, of all places? Part of me wondered if my old roommate, Joshua Binns, knew of this place? He was a Mormon from this state.

"Yeah," Al grunted. "Took me ten hours to get here. I'll probably need you to drive for a bit if you want to get home before classes start back up tomorrow."

"Wait, it's

Sunday?

" I demanded. It was Friday when I was resurrected, which meant those bastards had kept me unconscious for over twenty-four hours.

"Yeah," Al gave me a worried look as the road started to twist and turn. "I guess you were more injured than you thought? Look, I know I'm not supposed to ask too many questions. And I won't, I promise. But, um... Did they have to do reconstructive surgery on you? I mean, you look almost like yourself. Not that you look bad, just... I don't know. Different?"

"Something like that," I said, confused. I'd thought

Protector

Joey's comments were designed to get under my skin. I dropped the visor on my side and used the vanity mirror. There wasn't a mirror in my room, and this was the first opportunity I'd had to look at myself. I saw right away what Al and Joey were talking about. I looked like myself but slightly different. My eyes were still blue, and my hair was still brown. Hell, now that I thought about it, I hadn't done anything with my hair when I got up, but it looked perfectly done. I'd once heard a woman say that I was ruggedly handsome, but now some of that ruggedness was softened. The angles of my face weren't as sharp. I didn't know if it was an improvement or not, and I worried about what Shayna and Elly would think.

"Can I borrow your phone?" I asked. The Knights hadn't let me call them, and I could only imagine the worry they must be going through.

"Sure," Al said as he handed it over. I realized that I didn't have my wives' numbers memorized and was only slightly annoyed when I found their contact info on his phone.

They would have stayed faithful, even if they thought I was dead, right?

I tried Elly first, and she picked up after the first ring. "Hey, Al!" Her chipper voice sent a spike through my chest, but the excitement of her following words soothed it. "Did you get our husband? Are you on your way back with him?"

"Is that Al?" I heard Shayna in the background. "Does he have Bobby? Is he okay?"

"Elly, it's me," I said, feeling my chest warm at hearing them. I hadn't realized until that point how important they'd become to me. "I'm heading back with Al now, and we'll be there as fast as possible. I can't wait to see you both!"

"I missed you," Elly said in a soft voice. Then, Shayna said something I didn't catch, and Elly continued, "Shayna missed you too. So, hurry home, but be careful. We'll be waiting for you."

Before I had a chance to respond, she hung up. I stared at the phone, confused.

Shouldn't she have wanted to talk to me more?

I pondered as I handed Al's phone back.

"What's wrong?" Al asked, but I shook my head. "Wait, I think I can guess. You think they should have been more worried or excited for you, right?"

"I... well, yeah," I confessed, feeling a pit forming in my stomach. "I mean, I was blown up and brought back, uh, to health. I'd have thought they'd be a bit more concerned." I stumbled over my words, remembering that I wasn't supposed to go into detail about being resurrected. The Knights warned me that spilling the beans to anyone not authorized wouldn't end well. I got the impression they meant something far worse than getting demoted.

Al let out a conciliatory chuckle before answering. "Don't be upset with them. They still love you, but it's a protection mechanism. I'm sure they missed you a lot. However, we tend to have a dangerous occupation. Knights are killed in action all the time. The spell that makes us fall in love on First Knight also blunts grief if we die."

"You mean their emotions are controlled to

that

level?" I demanded, feeling sick. I finally came to terms with the spell forcing love on them since the women chose that of their own free will. But I thought that was a one-time thing. If that spell remained active, what other emotions did it blunt or create in them?

"No big deal," Al waved away my concerns. "Think about it this way. It'd be a shitty ordeal for them to fall madly in love with us and then suffer unimaginable grief if we died on a mission. They're still sad—and I can confirm your women missed you—but they're able to function."

I recalled wondering why my mom was so calm after my father's death, and now I had my answer. I'd seen she was sad but was surprised during my visit at how put-together she was.

I know this makes me selfish, but knowing the women who professed to love me were barely bothered by my death, hurt.

"I'm going to take a nap," I told my friend, more bothered than I wanted to admit. "Wake me up when you want me to drive."

"Oh, um... Okay," Al said, giving me a concerned look. "I guess I can drive for a few more hours."

Realizing that he'd already driven most of the night to come and get me, I sat back up and said, "Sorry, man. Pull over, and I'll drive. I didn't even think."

"Oh, no!" Al tried to protest, but I could see the bags under his eye as I looked at him. "I'm good for a few more hours at least."

I shook my head and gave him a wry smile. "That wasn't a question, bud. Pull over." I could see that he wanted to argue, but a yawn cracked his jaw before he could. When he could close his mouth, he gave me a sheepish look and nodded.

I took over driving and used his in-dash GPS to head back to California.

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The sun was just setting as we pulled into our neighborhood. Al was back behind the wheel, claiming he didn't like my driving. I'm sure he just didn't like someone else driving his vehicle. I could appreciate that.

I got over my hurt feelings from earlier and called Shayna to let them know I was almost home.

"Um, hey, babe," she answered quietly. "I can't wait to see you. The front door is unlocked. Be quiet when you come in. I think you'll get a kick out of this. Love ya, bye!" Once again, I was hung up on before I could speak.

I took a few seconds to calm myself before handing the phone back to Al. He gave me a sympathetic look but thankfully didn't say anything about their weird behavior.

I'd heard that people had different love languages, and they expressed that emotion differently and thus needed it expressed to them in the same language. So perhaps Shayna's and Elly's were keeping phone calls short?

"I live just around the block, so let me know if you need anything," Al told me after pulling through the security gate. "Let me know if you need

anything

, even if it's just a couch to sleep on."

"Gee, thanks," I grumbled.

"Ah, don't worry, man," Al grinned at me. "I'm only razzing you. Your wives love you unconditionally. I'm sure they're waiting to surprise you right behind your front door."

But then why did she want me to be quiet when I enter?

I wondered but kept my thoughts to myself.

Sure enough, as I slowly opened the front door after Al dropped me off, no one was there to greet me. I set my toiletries bag on a small table in the entryway and slowly walked to the kitchen, where I could hear talking.

I froze as I recognized the third voice.

"I tried telling him that going to a whorehouse was a terrible idea," the man said with enough sincerity that I could almost believe him. But Adam hadn't said any such thing. "He told me he had a girlfriend, but I think his exact words were, 'I need to find some strange.'"

What the hell is

he

doing here?

I screamed in my head as I ground my teeth.

And what is Shayna playing at?

Despite the near rage coursing through my veins, I recognized that Shayna wanted me to walk in on this conversation.

"I don't mean to talk ill of the dead, though," Adam went on, unaware of my presence. "Bobby was a good man, and he'll be missed."

I realized what Adam was doing now... He was trying to play on their sympathies, tug at their heartstrings, and get into their panties. What kind of a no-moral douchebag would do that? My concerns about Elly and Shayna vanished as I recalled Al's words. Adam would have an easier time sticking his dick into his own ass than getting with my women.

"I had no idea you and our Bobby were so close," Elly's voice reached me, and I had to fight myself from rushing in there. I wanted to see where this was going.

"

Your

Bobby?" Adam asked, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. "As in, both of you?"

"Yes, we weren't married very long," Shayna piped in, "but I keep thinking he'll walk around the corner any second."

I figured that was my queue to walk in, but I held back. I really wanted to see how far they'd take it.

"M-married?" Adam spluttered.

"Surely, if you were as close as you said, he would have told you about

both

of us." I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but I thought I detected a hint of sarcasm in Elly's tone.

"I guess he underplayed it," Adam said, appearing to have recovered from his shock.

"He was always a humble man," Shayna said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

I almost burst out laughing when I heard Adam choke. Then, after a moment, he said, "I'm sure he just wanted to keep two such beautiful women to himself. Some men like to hide away beautiful things instead of letting them shine."

I shook my head, wondering if he actually thought such lines would work. I was about to walk out and see if Adam would have a heart attack, but Elly's next question stopped me.

"I'm sure you didn't come all the way here to flatter us. What can we do for you?"

"Well, um, I thought you should know how he died," Adam said, starting to sound uncertain. I heard him swallow before continuing in a tone that sounded rehearsed. "Like I told you before, I told him we shouldn't be going to a whorehouse, especially since he had you, um, both. But he insisted and promised to pay for me as well. I didn't need his charity, of course."

"Of course," Shayna and Elly agreed at the same time. I almost burst out laughing. I wondered if Adam was too tone-deaf to hear the dry tone they used.

"Anyway, I told him I didn't need to pay for that kind of thing, nor did I want him paying for me," Adam claimed with even more confidence. "I prefer to make a genuine connection to my partners and not just have meaningless flings."

"I'm sure," Shayna said with enough sincerity that she should win an Oscar.

"Yeah, so I told him I would wait for him outside and make sure he safely made it back to you. He was in there for a long time, and I—"

"Bobby does have a lot of stamina," Shayna sighed. I wondered if Adam would catch that she wasn't speaking in the past tense.

"Right... Um, anyway, I was just thinking about calling Bobby and telling him to come out when someone else ran into that wicked place." Adam's voice suddenly rose as though he were going into an exciting part of his story. "Next thing I knew, there was a flash of light, and rocks were raining down around the truck."

"My truck is still in the shop being repaired," Shayna complained, as though that were the most essential part of the story.

"Uh, yes, um, your truck...." Adam stumbled over his words before recalling his story. I grew interested and wondered what would happen next, even if I knew the whole thing was a lie. "Anyway, headless of any danger, I ran to the building to find my dearest friend. I didn't care about the fire, only finding Bobby. Thankfully, he must have been coming out because I found him near where the front of the building used to be."

"That must be why your hands aren't cut up or burned," Elly noted.

"My hands? Oh, yeah, I used this cream that's supposed to help them heal super fast. Here, feel how soft they are."

"That's okay," Shayna declined the offer. "What happened next? Was he still alive?"

"What? Oh, yes," Adam hurried on with his harrowing tale. "When I found him, I knew it was too late. I won't stress your tender hearts with his condition, but I knew I couldn't save him. I think he knew he was dying because he told me to find you and make sure you were okay. But, then, I'll never forget the look in his eyes as he died in my arms."

"Thank you." I couldn't quite read Elly's tone. I knew she couldn't believe that load of shit, but she wasn't as good an actor as Shayna. "Why did it take you so long to come?"

"Well, I didn't know where he lived after moving out of his dorm," Adam replied quickly. "But now that I do, I want you both to know that I'm here for you if you need me. And it would be nice to have someone close who knew him if you want to talk."

"It's just so hard, you know," Shayna said, tears filling her sweet voice. "I just wish he'd walk in

right now

and end our suffering."

This time I took the hint and walked into the dining room. "Sorry that took me so long," I said as I walked up behind my wives. I was in the perfect spot to see Adam's face turn pale. His eyebrows rose as his jaw fell against his chest, and he pushed back from the table hard enough to fall over. He was sitting across the table from Shayna and Elly, and I wish I had a camera to capture that look of surprise, terror, and shock as he fell backward. "But you wouldn't believe what I had to do to—Oh, hey, Adam. What are you doing here?"

Shayna and Elly jumped up from the table and rushed into my arms as I grinned wickedly at Adam.

"We missed you!" Shayna cried against my chest.

"Please don't ever leave us like that again," Elly's voice was slightly muffled as she nuzzled into my neck.

"But... but—I saw—You...but...." Adam couldn't figure out what he wanted to say.

"I think I broke him," I told the women, holding them tight and feeling their warmth and love soak into me.