Ghosts of Averoigne

It was sex — raw, pure, unadulterated sex. That part she knew she could handle. But for Kara, it was also more. There were feelings that went with it — emotional attachments to both men that brought all new levels of depth to the experience for her. In a way, she loved them. Logan. Jeremy. She loved them both, had experiences and history with each of them. Both men had been given large pieces of herself even before they’d arrived at the Averoigne.

Having that connection, that prior history, made it all the more intense for her. Kara had screwed for the sake of screwing before. Lots of times. But this…

This was rapturously different.

Her world became a blur of flesh and muscle. And her mind… her mind soared. Kara’s brain all but overloaded now, beclouded with conflicted feelings, saturated with the endorphins of having come nearly a half dozen times. Her body went limp as each of them took her in their strong, rippled arms. Crushed her against the hard surface of their broad chests.

And all the while, fucking her mercilessly.

Fucking her absolutely senseless…

It was over for Jeremy rather abruptly, as he spilled himself in her mouth. She heard his telltale groan, saw the look of almost-pain on his face as he rushed to grip the base of his cock. Kara pumped his balls with one hand as he came down her throat. It was more than she was prepared for. Jeremy’s seed ran down the sides of her cheek and chin, dribbling onto the bed as she struggled to swallow all of his load. When the last of his contractions subsided, she pulled him from her mouth and took a big gulp of much-needed air.

Logan lasted another minute, maybe two. No longer though. He pulled out when he came, shooting long, ropey strands of hot come all over Kara’s back and ass. She knew from their time together he sometimes liked to see it. This time, it was probably for Jeremy’s benefit as much as his own. A trophy, a statement… whatever the hell it was it felt dirty. Thrilling. Wondrously sexy.

Kara lay there for a while, chest heaving, face-down in the red silk sheets. She was spent, mind, body and soul. Soaked in come from tip to tail. Dazed. Sated. Elated.

Someone eventually got up, and a tiny towel landed beside her. She recognized it as all the bathroom had to offer, so she sat up and made do with it.

They dressed wordlessly, awkwardly handing each other scattered articles of clothing. Then they were back to reality, all suited up again. All business. The guys settled back on opposite edges of the bed. Kara sank exhaustedly into the ironwood chair.

“Well,” she sighed finally, breaking the silence. “Cross that one off the bucket list.”

Thirty-Nine

The room continued to be uncharacteristically quiet. Which was more than a little awkward, because they really could’ve used the distraction.

Kara thought about what had just happened. She decided she would process it later. Right now, there was too much at stake. Their entire assignment hinged on knowing what to do next, on being able to—

“Look,” Jeremy said abruptly. “The mirror’s glowing.”

It was hard, nearly impossible to detect at first glance. But then Kara looked deeper, allowing her eyes to unfocus as if she were trying to make out one of those infuriating computer-printed 3D puzzle images.

And then s

he saw it. A glint, a glimmer, deep within the surface of the mirror.

“Everything’s set?”

The guys bent to the task of checking their gear. Kara pulled out the old photograph and checked Jeremy’s setup. The artifacts they’d collected were arranged left to right; the bell, the candle, the book — open to the exact page it was on the day of Rudolph Northrop’s ceremony. There was a space left on the dresser where the scrying crystal should be. When she looked at the whole thing dead on, it lined up exactly with the glow in the mirror.

“The cameras on?” asked Kara.

“Been on since we got here,” Jeremy confirmed.

Logan laughed. They turned to face him.

“You know we just shot a porno movie, right?” he chuckled.

Kara’s face went bright red. Jeremy squirmed. “Shit. Gonna have to delete all that,” he said.

Logan smirked. “Ya think?”

For a moment Kara indulged herself, imagining Xiomara’s face upon reviewing their ‘footage’ of tonight’s events. Then she went back to work. The glow in the mirror was more distinct now. Still small, but gaining in brightness.

She bit her lip. There was still something troubling her.

It doesn’t look right.