Wolf’s Bane

She originally planned to stay the night at her husband’s mansion.

Unfortunately, it was not supposed to be.

The Mistress Chin was not at all happy about what she overheard from the waiter who serviced her. True, she was dallying with him in the Right Hand’s room, going through the third round with this very virile male specimen when her newest sexual conquest slipped and spilled a few select pieces of info that she didn’t exactly like to hear.

But needed to know about it anyway…

“Yes, YES, YYYYESSSSS!!! FUUUUCK! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE MY PUSSY! DON’T YOU DARE SLOW DOWN DAMNIT! SHIIIITT!!!”

The said woman with the naked and very straight body beneath Bren was screaming at the top of her lungs, as the hunky, smooth-shaven man with the mocha-colored hair did as he was told to the best of his ability. To be honest, he was having a hard time keeping his manhood up because of how shrill and noisy this demanding female was.

Even worse, he could hardly feel the tension of her loose walls against his hardness and that was truly enough to make him lose his libido altogether. Of course, he had a dozen other complaints about this woman who had demanded to be serviced for the third time within the last five hours but he knew the minute he displeased her, he might pay dearly for it.

Too many stories about this pair. They were sometimes called a match made in hell. Others called them the blade and the gloom. There were a lot more disparaging names that these two were called but there was always some sort of tale connected to each tag given to them.

He had no intention of having any sort of firsthand experience to prove those horror stories.

So, he continued to pound into her artificially whitened, chemically slimmed down and surgically enhanced body despite him wishing he was in another country right now. He hated to admit it but he preferred making love to a sex doll than this lousy excuse of a female.

At least you could blow up the boobs of some dolls and even control the tightness of their slits. The one he’s fucking right now couldn’t even be bothered with contracting her tunnel and her boobs have shrunken because of her continuous use of diet pills.

And she was certainly no doll, even if she thought she looked like one.

“Yes, moan for me! SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME YOU BASTARD! I want to HEAR YOUR PLEASURE! MAKE ME FEEL YOUR DESIRE FOR ME!!! LOUDER DAMN IT! LOOOUDERRRR!!!”

Bren did groan but not out of pleasure. It was mostly out of irritation as this ravenous female’s bony legs that were now poking at his ribs as she wrapped them tightly around his torso. He could have sworn that she’s dangerously close to damaging his kidneys while she used her clasped knees and his hips to raise her groin to meet his continuously.

He needed to do something now before he ended up being physically harmed by this whorish woman. A short script was now forming in his head and he knew this was the perfect way to get her Distracted on something else other than him and his sexual prowess.

“Oh yes, Mistress… You truly are soooo… disgu… desirable… I can’t imagine… why the governor would… replace you with so many other… YOUNG and BEAUTIFUL… and VERY SEXY girls… even handsome… guys, like the ones he’s… having sex with… right at this… very moment…in his personal suite’s orgy…”

“WHAT?!”

Mrs. Kahlagu had suddenly stopped moving and was now looking up at him with narrowed snake-like eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY, SLAVE?!”

“Why, Mistress? I thought you and the Master had an arrangement… that this kind of pleasurable activity is… allowed between the two of you,” the slave said, using his most groveling tone.

Bren knew he was pushing the right buttons to get the governor’s missus mad. So furious, as a matter of fact, to get her off him so she could face her husband about the “information” he had allowed to “slip” by “accident” …

“Get off me, you damn idiot, and give me a robe! NOW!” she hissed as she forcefully pushed him off her with both her hands. “And how the hell did you know that he’s having an orgy in his room? TELL ME! YOU COME WITH ME WHEN I GO TO HIM, UNDERSTAND!”

Brenner was internally gloating as he took two robes from The Right Hand’s closet. He knew exactly where the former assassin kept the female clothing that he would buy for his regular conquests when he was still living in the mansion, so he speedily offered a red silk garment to Mistress Chin while he took a thicker bathrobe for himself.

“I heard it from the kitchen when I was preparing the food you ordered, Mistress. At that time, your husband also ordered a whole buffet table to be placed in his suite, right outside his bedroom door. And the amount of food is good for at least a dozen people.”

“STOP YAPPING AND FOLLOW ME YOU, WORTHLESS IMBECILE!”

Even as he rushed after the angry woman, he already knew from her facial expression that his “Mistress” was already doing the math on how many people were servicing her husband. A buffet table for a dozen would mean at least six to seven people since they would have a larger appetite after their sessions, and her face was darkening as they were getting closer to the governor’s suite.

The woman was muttering to herself as she rushed through the marble corridor, her bare feet not minding the cold due to the fury that was blazing within her. “How dare he do this while I’m here in this house. True, I’m making out with his waiter even while I have The Right Hand in my mind, but how dare he not bring me into his sessions while I’m here! We had a fucking deal…”

Soon the duo had finally arrived at their destination and was greeted by a closed door and a very formidable security staff member wearing the required black suit and shades. She didn’t seem fazed by him at all and stood in front of him to bellow her order.

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!”

“Mistress Chin, I’m sorry but you’re not allowed to enter…” said the black, bald, and burly bodyguard that was guarding the large crested double doors of the corrupt politician’s suite.

The small but fiery bitch looked at the imposing male who towered high above her with a gaze that could melt metal. “Open the door if you don’t want me to send you a hex that will melt your balls within twenty-four hours.”

The guardsman in front of her – who looked like a wider, more muscular version of J of the MIB movie franchise – took a small step back and his eyes almost popped out of his face, upon hearing what Chin said. Meanwhile, Brenner tried his best to not burst into laughter at what he was seeing then.

“M-ma’am… I really can’t let you in… the governor will…”

“At the count of three I will indeed put a curse on you if you don’t open this door, do you hear me?”

“Madame, you will cost me my job. I don’t…”

“One…”

“Miss Chin, please be reasonable…”

“Two…”

“Alright… ALRIGHT… But please let us do it my way…”

The livid “lady” bit her lip in annoyance but decided to nod as a sign of agreement.

“Thank you,” the bodyguard sighed as he then turned to Bren, who was still wearing nothing but The Right Hand’s bathrobe. “Hit me, bro…”

Brenner’s eyebrow raised as he looked at the guard. “Excuse me?”

“Hit me so you can make it look like you knocked me out.”

The waiter smirked, quickly comparing their sizes and knowing that not many would believe the bodyguard’s story.

The guard looked at Bren’s questioning gaze and the Mistress’ impatient look. “I’ll tell everyone your punch is really that strong. Come on, bro, help me out here.”

“Fine, put your jaw out, Nick,” said the server as he stepped up to the man. “Like, where I can see it.”

The bodyguard obeyed the waiter’s command and Bren swung back. Their height difference wasn’t too great but Nick’s muscle mass and width were definitely more intensive than his.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

But the guy did tell him to make it believable…

Brenner, with all his strength, heaved his fist between Nick’s upper jaw and his earlobe. He connected solidly…

And Nick twirled from the force of the punch, his head hit the solid door frame then he finally crumpled in a heap in front of the door.

Knockout!

Bren’s thoughts: Thanks for the short training, Left Hand. I owe you one.

The second Nick was finally out like a light on the floor, the still-angry Chin placed both her long bony hands on the gold-plated door knobs in front of her, turned them at the same time, and pushed the carved, white double doors wide open…

The elegant, classy but classically themed living room area of the suite, with its rich and luxurious furnishings, greeted both the Mistress and her impromptu slave. She then stomped angrily towards another set of double doors near the classy and antique dining area.

With a flick of her wrists and another strong push at the doors, the governor’s bedroom doorway flew open for both to see…

And what a scene it was that greeted them!

There, on the massive double king-sized bed with the governor were around five other females and then two males. And they were all as naked as the day they were born, their bodies entangled with one another as they were all sleeping and snoring.

“WHAT is the meaning of THIS!?” the missus yelled with her high-pitched screeching voice.

None of the younger people on the bed moved or reacted. Only the oldest one did…

“It’s my bedroom and you’re making a scene, my dear. Now what, may I ask, is the meaning of THIS?”