THE GATHERING

Today, Bernadette Gardener gives us Part 5 of our continuing story:

PART V – Bernadette Gardner

"Well, well. Here we are again, just like every year. The lion, the witch and the warlock." Corin Hunt ignored the stab of jealousy in his twin hearts at the sight of April North following Reggie Divine down the stairs from his second floor bedroom. The two swept down into the main lounge, April a vision in red velvet and Reggie in his signature black.
They looked...spent, as if they'd recently expended a lot of energy, and Corin had to keep himself from commenting that it was in bad form to sample the evening's special delights before all of the guests had arrived.
"Who are you calling a warlock?" Reggie asked, a satisfied smirk tilting his blood red lips. He dismissed the jibe with a careless wave and gave Corin the once over. "I see you didn't bother with a costume again this year."
Corin bared his newly sharpened incisors at his host and raked a claw through his tawny mane. "I felt the white tie and tails was sufficient. I see no need to wear a mask."
"You look sinful, as usual." April leaned close and kissed his furry cheek. She smelled like warm cinnamon and hot sex. Corin purred. Before Reggie could comment further, April linked her arm through Corin's and steered him toward the bar. "Did you bring the items I requested?"
"Of course. I've thought of nothing else all day but putting our special party favors to good use. Tonight will be unforgettable."
April tilted back her head, exposing her jugular to Corin in a way that made him ache to release his pent up desires. All in good time, he reminded himself. The night was young and there would be little time for fulfillment with Reggie still hovering about.
"Can you feel the power?" April asked over the rim of a crystal goblet of dark wine. "It's like a storm brewing."
Corin lifted another glass and tapped it gently against hers before taking a deep, satisfying sip. "All I can feel, my dear, is you."

Following an unexpectedly creative and infinitely satisfying session with April, Reggie smiled contentedly as he made his way back to his chair at the other end of the room. He never knew what to expect from the Witch. One day she hated him, the next, well... The woman did have her uses, a benefit he sometimes tended to forget. In fact, between April and Nikki and Corin, the party was heating up just the way he'd hoped. Now all they needed was for Rainier to show up and things would really start moving and grooving.
Just then a pretty young waitress dressed as a tavern wench came over. "Anything you need, Mr. Divine?"
He pulled her down onto his lap and, under cover of her voluminous dress, opened up his zipper and tucked her hot little hand inside. "I'm fine, my dear. But perhaps you'd be kind enough to pet poor little dick for a few minutes. I think he's feeling kinda lonely."

To be continued...

Tomorrow, courtesy of Sherill Quinn, will be Part 6, the end of the story for this year.