I kept forgetting something about the Society, well, two things. First, there was no such thing as too old to fuck. It wasn’t just that being immune to sickness and have access to healing magic meant they were more robust; they could always get hard, no medication needed, and they were fucking energetic. Parker Chouteau was seventy-eight, he hadn’t stopped fucking since the seatbelt lights came off.
Having him fuck me removed any thought that having sex with an old man was icky. He fucked me long and hard, and by the time he was done, he might have been smirking, but fuck was I feeling good. I was now willing to bet old Society men all died while fucking.
The second was that no matter how much one of them might hate me, that won’t stop them from fucking me. The elk, Atka, had me against the cabin wall be I knew it and slamming into me. Anyone who said stories of elks being almost too thick to take had never been fucked by one. I was Society, which meant I was built to fuck and be fucked, but once he was done, I was walking funny. But I wanted him to fuck me again. Tom might be onto something with those pissed off fucks he kept engineering.
We’d been in the air two hours now, and I’d been fucked by each of the seven elders here. Max had been the last, since he had had sex with me before, and right before him, Xavier Solanos has surprised me by granting me a copy of his power. I’d felt it appear within my library as he came, then collapse on top of me.
Now I was resting, letting blue sparks run over my fingers. It was Xavier’s power, he could cause sparks anywhere on his body. They weren’t particularly powerful, closer to a static shock than a stunner. But they were pretty.
The others were still fucking. There seemed to be a desire to get Tom to scream enough. They were in for a surprise. He hadn’t even flinched when the elk fucked him.
None of them flying to Greece with us was my idea. Max had said he wanted to bring allies, and except for Solanos, these weren’t it, but they had found out, had made a case for them already being in the city and even Atka said he would speak in my defense, not that I believe him.
Max had contacted more elders from the meeting and a handful had agreed to fly to Athens and meet us there.
Xavier sat across from me, fur matted with sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Feeling better?” I asked, extinguishing the sparks in a small explosion.
“Mister Odinga told me I would feel the transfer, but I hadn’t expected it to be as utter exhaustion.” He indicated my hand. “How much control do you have over the sparking?”
“I don’t have your experience with it, but I get a sense of what’s possible. In theory, the longer I have it, the more I can practice, but we don’t know how long I’ll retain each power.”
The black bear leaned forward. “So you don’t know how this ability of yours work?”
“I didn’t even know I could hold on to powers like this if I was fucked the was Fred instructed you. He’s the one who suspected I could and devised the experiment.”
“Mister Odinga is quite the scholar of magic. He makes his line proud. But I’m surprised He didn’t tell you what you were capable of. You are His champion, after all.”
I laughed. “Setting aside we’re a rocky relationship since we claimed each other, he isn’t the most forthcoming with information. If there a user file on how to be a champion, I’d love to read it.”
“I’m afraid there isn’t one.” Xavier leaned back. “Before you, there was never a confirmed champion. Anytime there’s a crisis, some, or multiple someones, claims to be it, but you’re the first where it’s clear you are so much more powerful than the rest of us.”
“None of which I asked for.”
“For which I’m grateful. If you’d wanted this power, I’m afraid of what you might have done with it.”
“Toss Atka way further.”
“You have to understand, his people have been abused by those with power for centuries. The fact he is one of us simply means he fights harder to make sure that will not happen again. But yes, tact has never been Atka’s strong suit.”
“I get the feeling he’s used to fucking agreement out of who he wants.”
The bear smiled. “Endowment does have its benefit, but don’t discount the proper application of a spark as you’re fucking someone.”
I started asking what he meant, then understood. Like him, I could generate them anywhere on my body, I was a walking, fucking, e-stim, and I decided the elk was the perfect test subject to test it on.
* * * * *
The elk was dazed under me. His stomach and chest covered in cum. It had only taken a few thrusts to work out when to get my cock to spark, then I had him cumming and scream mercy for the rest of the fuck. There, that was for making me walk funny.
The downside was I’d used more energy doing that then I’d received from fucking him. Still, well worth it for the confusion on his face as he tried to understand what had happened.
Tom eyed me as I plopped myself in my seat from where he was bouncing on Max’s cock. I could tell he was going to demand to experience that himself.
Elder Klein handed me a beer as he walked by before planting himself next the Parker and offering him his cock. The otter took it without hesitation and the bison proceeded to face fuck him.
I enjoyed the beer slowly and was halfway through the bottle when my phone rang with the Jeroen tone of emergency. I dug it out of the pile of clothing.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sir, I’m afraid something happened.” Never a good sign when Jeroen ‘sir’ me.
“I figured, what is it?”
“Marcus is dead.”
I had too many employees, I couldn’t place who Marcus was, I really only knew one Marcus and he—
“Is this a joke?” I ask, tone cold.
“I’m afraid not. Agent Malhotra asked to borrow the jet and have some backup, Louise assigned him Cayden and Iglesias.”
“Why would he need the jet?”
“He didn’t say, other than it wasn’t an FBI operation.”
“No.” I was up, screaming in the phone. “Fucking tell me he didn’t go after Damian on his own!”
“I’m afraid he did.”
“How the fuck could you let him do that?”
“I sorry,” Jeroen sounded small. “You always made it clear I was to help him in any way I could if you weren’t here. I don’t it’s what he was doing. I only found out now, Cayden found mister Malhotra tied to a chair and his husband dead.”
No, that couldn’t be true.
I closed my eyes. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him.”
I slammed the intercom. “Turn the jet around.”
“Sir?” the pilot asked.
“I said, turn the fuck jet around.”
“Mister Cormoran?” the pilot raised his voice.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Chouteau asked.
“Turning this thing around.”
“You will do no such thing,” the otter ordered. “We have Elder Mastrotsis waiting for us in Athens. Do you have any idea how difficult it was to get him to agree to see you? What could be more important than that?”
I stared at him. “One of my best friend has just been murdered,” I growled. “And his husband was there when it happened. I am not going to let him go through that alone!”
“That friend,” Akta said, making the word dirty, “is he one of us?”
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
The elk scuffed. “He isn’t, is he? Then he isn’t important. This is to save us. Our Society, our way of life. He’ll get over it,” he said dismissively.
I couldn’t believe he’d said that. “You’re going to turn this fucking thing around,” I said, over the sound of creaking metal, “of I’m going to do it myself. Am I making myself perfectly clear.”
From the intercom, the pilot was screaming orders, demanding to know what was going on.
“That,” the elk screamed, looking terrified, “is what Rasias do, think only of themselves. He doesn’t give a fuck about us. Even his normal friends are more important that his Society!”
“Denton stop!” Max yelled behind me before I could turn the elk into paste against the fuselage.
I spun, ready to fling him out of the jet. “Don’t you fucking tell me Zee isn’t more important.” Tears fell down my cheeks. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I’d never do that, Denton, but you have to think.” The cougar approached me. “What are you going to do if we turn around now?”
“Hold him, comfort him.”
“Denton, it’s just happened. By the time we land, the police will be all over the scene. Zikabar is FBI, so they will be involved too. How long will they hold him while they try to figure out what happened? Is he hurt? Will he have to be hospitalized?”
I looked at my phone, the screen was cracked, but while the call was over, it still worked. I hadn’t thought to ask.
“You know how those things go, Denton. Zikabar is a witness, the only witness I think, right? How long until they just let him go home?”
“It depends if they think he had something to do with the death. It was tied up, so they know he couldn’t do it. Zee would rather die than hurt Marcus.”
“But he went off without FBI authorization,” Max said, “that’s going to make people wonder, right?”
I nodded, releasing the jet. “I have to do something Max. I can’t just to about things as if nothing happened.”
“We’ll land, explain what happened to Erotas, then come right back. Twenty-four hours at the most, hopefully by then Zikabar will be home and you can comfort him.”
How the fuck was I supposed to go on until then? Max placed an arm around my shoulders and led me. I heard protest behind me, then Tom’s voice shutting everyone up.
I realized I was in the bedroom when Max had me lay done on the bed.
“I can’t,” I protested.
“Just sleep.” The cougar lay next to me. “I’m just going to keep you company.”
I closed my eyes, and the hole opened up under me. I grabbed hold of Max to keep from falling in, and his arms wrapped around me. He didn’t say anything as I cried. He just held as tightly as he could.
