Copper Jasmine

By Malone Margate

A young man used his recently unlocked talents and everything he knew about his family of friends to convince them to help him expose a corrupt police force and the black-market organization that controls their city. Now they must do the impossible to rescue his succubus-possessed wife from a ship at sea to protect their comfortable lifestyle of polyamorous orgies and free love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cypris Media
• Release date: Sep 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215225219

Malone Margate

Although bounced from one foster home to another until aging out of the system, Malone never understood what a family was until creating one. Having learned how to lie better than his foster siblings out of necessity and possessing an unnatural obsession with sex, Malone turned to writing and authorship to recreate the worlds he discovered beyond his imagination.Malone’s first series, ‘Santa Azura,’ is a fictionalized representation of how Malone found his lost angel and the founder of a loving family. A family that encouraged Malone to transcribe the erotic experiences of people and places Malone’s astral form can observe or become on other worlds, worlds where sharing one’s love through sexual affection is natural and normal.

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Copper Jasmine

Santa Azura Book Seven

Malone Margate

This story is a work of fiction. Therefore, any references to historical events, real people, or real places should be considered an inaccurate portrayal incorporated into this literary work for entertainment purposes only. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All characters engaged or observing sexual acts and situations detailed within this fictional work are eighteen or older. The terms brother, sister, and family connect characters who share an emotional and spiritual kinship, shared values, beliefs, traditions, common experiences, or shared activities. None of the sexually interactive characters are blood relatives within a prohibited degree of consanguinity.

Fictional actions and situations should NOT be considered a representation of real-life encounters. Honest, clear, and ongoing communication with your partner(s) is essential before, during, and after any sexual encounter.

No means no.

All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof. No part of this publication may be used or reproduced without written permission.

Portions of the cover art have derived from works in the Public Domain or copyright-free works of art

Copyright Cypris Media LCC 2023

WARNING

THIS SERIES CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT, SUPERNATURAL THEMES, RELIGIOUS THEMES, AND GRAPHICLY DETAILED DEPICTIONS OF HUMAN SEXUALITY AND NUDITY SOME MAY FIND OFFENSIVE.

BY CONTINUING, YOU AFFIRM THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE TO ACCESS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL, AND IT IS LEGAL TO DO SO IN YOUR REGION, AND YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO READ SUCH LITERATURE.

Where Have you Been?

Welcome to the seventh’s book of this ongoing series; if you don’t know what’s going on at this point, where have you been?

Here’s a recap to help remind you who and am and what’s happening. My name is Christian Church Chapel. Most everyone calls me CC. I am a direct genetic descendant of Adam's third daughter, Azura, and Eve’s third son, Seth; yes, as in Adam and Eve, except Adam’s third daughter is Lilith’s first and only daughter. I am Azura’s legacy, carrying within me the soul of one of Adam’s and Azura’s non-corporeal offspring. And my predestined wife, Cynthia, shares her body with the conjoined twin sisters of lust and love spawned by Samuel and Lilith.

Also, I am not of this world. In my world, I saw Cynthia die, struck by a truck while riding her bicycle. That moment in time split our worlds, creating two realities. One where I continued knowing she was dead, yet visiting her grave every day until I started college. And another where she spent several years in a coma. When she woke, her sisters, Sin and Theia, took over, pulling Cynthia in opposite directions until Sam and Lilly taught her how to call me. I arrived in this world the same day, the same instant, the CC of this world died. Taking my destined place at Cynthia’s side as her lover… her beloved.

Samuel (the fallen Angel) had to give a little of himself to me so I could come to this world when Cynthia called me. Other than being able to teleport to wherever Cynthiais, Sam also gave me the gift of foresight and astral projection. When the conditions are right, like Sam, I can see every future, see the past, and walk in the shoes of others, living their lives, instantly knowing everything they know or have experienced.

Oh, yeah, important point; my wife is a nymphomaniac, sharing her body with a succubus that makes her hungry for sex all the time and a transcendent being that prevents me from telling any lie when I’m near her.

The most important things to know about yesterday occurred at dinner. Alan’s former instructor and the current Commandant of the Santa Azura Police academy joined us for Easter dinner after I had Alan blackmail them into attending. During that meal, I detailed a production where we, my family of friends plus a few others, will instigate a series of events to bring down one of the largest criminal empires on the west coast. A criminal organization that primarily traffics human organs, transporting them within their living hosts.

After reviewing the evidence I had collected and hearing my detailed plan, everyone voted to participate and play their part in our six-act production. Then my wife and I hosted another incredible orgy after dinner so I could keep a few promises I made to my wife’s succubus sister, Sin, my friend Barry, his male wife Brodie, and my future second wife, Faith.

It was a massive sharing of love, affection, and exchange of sexual fluids where my wife enjoyed her first gang-bang, and my gay friend, Barry, sucked my cock for the first time and fucked my wife, starting his journey to embrace his bi-sexuality. I also fucked his ass for the first time. An exploration of something I had never imagined I would ever have the opportunity to do or try. On the other hand, Barry seemed to be fulfilling a dream he had never allowed himself to verbalize. Being fucked by me while fucking his male wife, who was experiencing a woman’s pussy around his effeminate penis for the first time.

I also arranged for Faith to receive a much-needed sexual intervention, as she had done for me, but the one I provided her was far more intimate and intense. The orgy was a physically exhausting success, with several participants experiencing sexual and emotional breakthroughs that their subconsciouses would process overnight.

The late-night debauchery had also left my wife’s succubus sister, Sin, well-fed and appreciative after we wore out our family of friends inside the polyamorous heaven we created together called Chapel Manor.

Sin’s pussy infused breath whispered, Thank you, at my face several times as she bounced on my cock. She pulled back, her dark eyes expressing Sin’s love for me as she cooed, Can I make you cum again… I want to… I want to make you cum over and over again… I want to feel a steady stream of your love squirting out of your cock and into me.

Thank you, Sin, I replied, I’d like that too, but right now, I just want to enjoy holding my wife and feeling myself inside her.

Anything you want, master, Sin cooed, pressing her sweaty chest to mine, wiggling my penis inside her before relaxing and snuggling into my neck.

Alan and Dewayne joined their wives on the bed, spooning them as the wives wrapped themselves in their husband’s embraces like warm coats of flesh. Elena had rolled onto Enrique, caressing his face as she snuggled into his limp form. Sinking into him as if she were on a beach towel and he was the sand conforming to her shape. Barry stood up, then pulled Brodie upright before twisting around to push his wife into an empty spot on the almost full bed. He then did as the other husbands, wives, and lovers, spooning his wife from behind as they snuggled beside Alan and Allison. Barry looked at Hamish over his shoulder, slapping his butt as he invited Hamish to big-spoon the much hairier man. Hamish nodded, then snuggled his groin to Barry’s butt before resting his head on his twisted arm behind Barry’s head.

I noticed Cynthia had stopped wiggling on my cock just before she snored into my neck. I rolled to my side, then twisted around until I felt she was comfortable laying on the curved sofa.

I realized everyone was asleep or close to it when I stood up.

Assuming I was the only one with the energy to walk, I ascended the steps and swallowed a glass of water before consuming the last finger sandwich.

Behind the bar, I found several blankets in a wicker basket in one of the cubies. I covered my sleeping family’s naked bodies, a few snuggling tighter to their lovers as I did.

Faith briefly woke up when I tried to lay a blanket over her. She stared at me, and I couldn’t read her glasses-less face before she rolled over to wrap her arms around Elena. Faith kissed her sleeping lover’s cheek before she snuggled into Enrique’s armpit, using his shoulder and arm as a pillow before closing her eyes.

Surveying the round bed, I realized there was no room for Cynthia and me to join them, so I used a trick I learned from Alan’s Boy Scouts to roll Cynthia’s slumbering body over my shoulders, then around my neck. It was a long, slow walk to the elevator on the other side of the house, but I didn’t have to carry her up the stairs. I was not as graceful or gentle as I would have liked when I rolled her off my shoulders and onto our oversized bed. Her chest expelled a puff of air before she resumed her nocturnal breathing.

Being the pervert I am, I admired my wife’s sweaty nudity, caressing several strands of hair away from her face, kissing her warm, Faith-musky lips before my fingers circled her nipples and traced the curves of her breasts. My hands and eyes continued to caress every part of her body I could access, especially her heart-shaped pubic hair and gooey, glistening, slippery labia. My unsatisfied lust needed to probe inside her, so I allowed my fingers to explore her slippery feminity several times before I sucked them clean.

One of my hands began to pull, tug, and stimulate my soft cock, wanting to get hard again. Deep inside my balls, I felt an incomplete satisfaction. A quiet desire to cum again, on my wife or inside her. But, my rational self, or maybe my brother sharing his advice, suggested I take advantage of my sleeping erection to use the bathroom.

I didn’t bother to shower; I kept my eyes closed or away from the mirrors as I washed my hands. I denied the infinite reflections of myself the opportunity to take me to the future or the past. Instead, I rushed my hand washing and returned to my wife. Snuggling next to Cyntina’s warmth on the bed. I pressed my chest to her back, then wormed one arm under and around her, filling my hand with one of her breasts. The other arm reached around her top side, pulling her butt tighter to my deflated groin as my fingers explored her pubic fur. With my face burrowing its way into the back of her neck, I savored the fragrance of her hair. I also enjoyed the intoxicating aroma and taste of her sex-infused sweat. Snuggled into my happy place, I once again mentally gave my angel my soul to keep before I drifted off into dreams of spending the rest of my life with Cynthia and, soon, Faith as my second wife and Cynthia’s first sister-wife.

Performance Anxiety

I awoke to Cynthia’s head on my shoulder and chest, her shoulder under my armpit, and her finger teasing and tracing a circle around one of my nipples. I instantly knew something different about waking next to my naked wife, her bare flesh pressed to mine under the covers while my cock slept.

The morning wood I had woken with most of my life was absent. An invigorating masculine firmness that was almost always present when my wife was nearby to influence my state of arousal with her celestially enhanced pheromones.

As of she could read my mind, Cynthia quietly said, She’s not here.

Who? I dared to ask.

Sin, Cynthia replied, slightly shrugging as she said, She’s… transcendent… like Thea does all the time when we’re together, but… this is the first time she’s done that… they’re both… beyond me at the same time… I… I miss them.

Cynthia pushed herself up, her blue eyes lacking Thea’s gold ring and the ultra darkness of Sin’s pupils as she said, I woke up and… they were gone…. Not gone… just… I don’t know, she whimpered, I can’t hear them, and I can barely feel them. They’re there, but not at the same time.

Maybe, I suggested, They are respecting this room as ours or recognizing this is our time together… without them?

Maybe, Cynthia’s tone lacking confidence before she smiled and snuggled her head on my shoulder, If they are… this is nice… waking next to you without Sin screaming in my head to suck you off or mount you and ride you until you squirt inside us… me.

How are you feeling? I asked, savoring the feel of her bare back under my caressing fingers and palm.

I don’t know, Cynthia replied, Things inside my head haven’t been this quiet since… well… since I was her and not us.

I was asking about your body, I replied, Physically. We gang-banged you last night… it was pretty intense… do you remember?

Cynthia pushed herself up again, her bright blue pupils staring into mine as she cooed, Every wonderful part of it. Sin fed on their lust as they fucked me and fed me their cocks, and Theia… she shared part of what she felt. The love from you, Barry and Brodie… and Faith. Theia could feel Faith letting herself go… I mean, she helped a little, but she let me feel Faith sharing her love for Elena and with Allison and Debra… and me. It felt so good, warm, and uplifting… like when our souls merge… almost, but not quite.

Good, I nodded, twisting to kiss my wife.

Cynthia pulled and pushed herself closer, half of her nakedness relaxing on half of me as we shared a long, comfortable kiss.

Cynthia unthinkingly squished one of her breasts to my peck as she asked me, How are you feeling?

Distracted, I replied, I keep replaying what’s supposed to happen in my head, trying to get past those blank and fuzzy spots.

You were talking in your sleep again, Cynthia advised.

Did I say anything interesting? I asked.

It was mostly about Alan, Cynthia replied, And someone named Yong.

Yong’s the name of the ally we’ll find on board the boat, I nodded, Or, at least, he will be if we can turn him to our side. If we can’t… well, that’s a future I don’t want to see again.

Cynthia slid her face into my neck, and I caressed her hair as I said, I saw the future again.

Last night? she muttered into my neck, Has it changed?

I think it happened when I got up to go the bathroom sometime last night, I nodded, reaching down to find and feel the curve of her butt as I said, Or maybe it was a dream… I’m not sure. It seemed real, and everything I told you before happens, including those blank or fuzzy parts on the boat I can’t seem to see around or past.

I caressed her hair and admired the curve of her naked spine and butt in the mirrored ceiling as I said, It’s like that train analogy I told you about; all the tracks lead to the same future, but there’s that one spot where there are so many possibilities; they all overlap when I look at them. I lose track of which car is part of what train.

I twisted my neck, and Cynthia leaned back to look at me as I said, Did you ever have one of those TVs where the picture rolled until the TV warmed up, or you had to slap the side to make it stop?

Cynthia shook her head as I said, Well, that’s what I see when I try to watch us on the boat after I find you in the portside cabin. That part of the future keeps changing, rolling to another scene, then back to the same one, then another slightly different one… but you and I always end up back here… with our family.

What about Alan? Cynthia asked, Does he live or die?

I don’t know, I replied, Those parts are like a bad spot on a video tape… it wavers, gets garbled, then skips forward… I see him getting shot and his body tossed overboard; then I’d see him alive and staring at me. I watched Alan fight and lose his life to Yong, then the scene flickers and Alan’s alive again with Yong and Seung watching TV in one of the boat’s staterooms.

Heisenberg, or Schrodinger? Cynthia teased.

God, I love you, I cooed, my face feeling warm as I squeezed her closer, I don’t know, maybe both?

What are you going to do? Cynthia asked, looking away to watch her hand caressing my chest.

Keep him in the dark, I replied, The less he knows, the more likely he is to react rather than second guess what has to happen for him to get through today… which reminds me, I need to talk to Allison before Alan leaves for roll-call.

He’s already gone, Faith said from the far side of the bed.

Cynthia and I looked toward the other side of the room to see Faith wearing a silky black robe that did not make much effort to hide her curves or thick nipples poking out from her eye-capturing breasts.

What time is it? I asked

Almost ten, Faith replied, Roxana paged Alan when he was in the shower, and he called her back while we were eating breakfast… all of us.

So, CC’s production is moving forward? Cynthia inquired.

Faith nodded, then confirmed, Roxana’s scheduled the Shake-Out for three oh three… or when the judge signs off on the warrants, whichever happens first. The plan is for Roxana to call Alan’s sergeant before roll call, asking Alan to report to the Academy to participate in a training exercise. He’ll be out of the station and back here before the ADA looking for CC gets there.

I inhaled and sighed, saying, That way, Seung’s moles in Alan’s station won’t suspect anything, before I expressed my appreciation, saying, Thank you.

Faith shook her head as she replied, Don’t thank me. We took another vote during breakfast, and… well… even Alan voted to play his part this time.

And you? Cynthia asked.

I, Faith stammered, I abstained. But, I agreed to stay and stage manage if they want me to do that.

And they did, Cynthia cooed, And I’m so glad you agreed to stay and help.

Yes. Thank you, I nodded my agreement.

Not so fast, Faith said, sitting on the side of the bed, the edge of her robe opening enough to pull my eyes toward her almost exposed brown bosom."

Really?! Faith growled, quickly pulling her robe closed.

I can’t help myself, I replied honestly, What can I say? You’re beautiful, and I want to see and enjoy all of you… would you deny me, or anyone else, the privilege of admiring The Birth of Venus, Sleeping Venus, Venus of Urbino, The Nude Maja, The Ascension of Eve, or, best of all, The Origin of the World?

Never heard of The Ascension of Eve, Faith replied, And The Origin of the World is nothing but a woman’s vagina.

Yeah, I nodded, And all of them are why I got an A in Art 269, and you got a B-.

Faith, Cynthia cooed, You, of all people, should know if you want to have a serious or meaningful conversation with my Beloved… you have to keep his penis occupied.

I never had to before you showed up, Faith grumbled, watching my wife’s hand crawl under the covers to find and stroke my soft but awakening penis.

Cynthia’s thumb caressing the head of my soft erection made my penis throb fuller, and my balls clench. I shivered from my wife expressing her love for me as Faith stared at Cynthia's hand, making the bed cover rise and fall from underneath.

Do I need to do the same for you? Faith asked, shifting her focus to Cynthia’s face staring at her hand under the covers, I need to have a serious conversation with both of you.

No, Cynthia’s playful but Sin-free voice replied, looking up at Faith, shaking her head, saying, This works for me… for now.

Please, refrain from going too far for as long as you can, Faith sighed, then inhaled deeply.

Thank you, Faith directed at me after another contemplative breath, You were right. I needed what you gave me last night, what the Sisters of Cypris shared with me. And you were right that I would try to rationalize it as something you gave me that was actually for you… like you watching me or getting off with her while she….

Shared my love for you with you, Cynthia interjected.

And, I teased, Elena, Debra, Allison, and even Brodie convinced you my gift was a sincere and genuine demonstration of my love for you, as was Cynthia doing what she did to make you… feel loved.

I can’t deny it didn’t feel good, Faith nodded, watching Cynthia’s hand stroking my penis under the covers as she muttered, And loved… but it was too much… for all of us.

Dewayne and Alan told us what they saw, Faith explained to Cynthia’s unseen hand, And Brodie… Brodie said he never felt so close to anyone other than Barry than he did when he was….

Clearing out cobwebs between your ears? I snickered, "While dining on the divine… going downtown