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Series notes: This story crosses into a few different categories. It's primarily a Sci-Fi/Fantasy piece. However, there are several scenes involving incestuous sex - which is why it is categorized the way that it is. ~ This piece is part of a series. The story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. ~
All of the chapters in the story-chain will be submitted at the same time and should appear every day or so - depending on what the admins decide.
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~~~ Friday evening ~~~
I arrived at the address and climbed out of my car to find the half-demon police officer waiting for me.
As I approached she fidgeted nervously. From her body language, I could tell that she really wanted to have sex immediately - but she was more than a little curious about how the evening would play out. She'd already warned me that her mother would probably go ape-shit when she saw me.
"I'll go in first," she said.
I nodded.
"Give me about five minutes to get most of the small talk out of the way and find a place to fade into the shadows before you knock. The doorbell doesn't work."
"Got it," I replied.
"I want to kiss you so badly but Mom might ..."
"Later ...," I promised.
She nodded, sighed deeply, and headed up the stairs to the apartment building.
There were four units in the structure. My destination was the one on the right - at the top of the stairs.
I sat on the hood of my car and fucked with my phone while I waited. I had a text from Naomi. She was horny again - or still.
Some gang-banger walked by and tried to give me attitude. I just laughed at him, shaking my head, and went back to looking at my phone. He slowed for a half-second - like he was going to try me - and then decided better of it.
I'd already brushed against his mind to see if and when he decided to attack. I had his home address. His mom was kind of hot. If I wrapped this up quickly enough, maybe I could go visit her and then he'd get a surprise when he got home from his little drug-courier task ...
I slid my phone into my pocket and headed for the door. On my way there, I thought about some of the alarms that Malady's mom used on the door to her home. I put one around my car, so I'd know if the little shit came back and decided to be stupid. I climbed the stairs and knocked.
Natalie - the little sister - opened the door.
Natalie was a Goth wannabe. Her black hair was shaved off on one side of her head and hung to her jaw on the other. She was dressed in black - with grey layers underneath. Her lower lip was pierced at the right edge. Nose rings, earrings, gauges, thumb rings, and a spiked choker completed the look. Her hymen was still intact, as the cop had suggested.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her mother begin to react to me and pulled the door from Natalie's hand, closing it. I locked it with magic and immediately shrouded the room.
"Hey!" Natalie objected.
In seconds, Matilda, the officer's mother, was naked - lying prostrate on the floor - with her hands gripping my toes.
"Merciful master ...," she pleaded.
"Mother?!" the girl gasped. "What the fuck are you doing?"
From the corner of the kitchen, Madi/Madilyn (the police officer) - laughed.
"Man, mom," she said. "I knew you had it bad but ..."
"If you let him claim you, you will know the fire burning in my loins," her mother answered.
Her mother turned her head enough to look into her older daughter's eyes. Madi looked back at her and gave her a confident and knowing smile.
"You have ...? Was he not magnificent?"
Madilyn glanced at me and then looked back at her mother, blushing.
"Yeah, it was pretty fucking amazing."
"What the fuck are you two going on about?" the younger daughter asked.
Madi turned to look at her little sister.
"I thought you said you had some birthday surprise coming ...?" Natalie asked her.
Madi flicked her eyes at me and then back to the girl.
Natalie looked at me and saw that there was nothing in my hands. She looked up at my face and then glanced back at her sister.
"HE's the surprise?" she asked.
"He's a great one ...," her mother intoned reverently.
Still lying, naked, on the floor, she looked up - into my face. Her eyes were glowing with lust.
"... like the one who sired your sister."
The Goth wannabe looked at her sister - then her mother - and then back at me.
"What the fuck does that mean?" she asked.
"Your mother thinks I'm a demon," I answered, "and that I can make you cum so hard your brain will melt."
"Really?" she asked, the doubt obvious in her tone. "Is she right about that?"
"I was human - just like you about ..."
I quickly did the math. My birthday had been a week ago last Sunday.
"... 12 days ago?"
She smirked at me.
"Oh! And you're not human anymore?" she asked.
"I was snatched from between my girlfriend's thighs by a demoness before I could become a man," I told her. "She gave me to her daughter as a snack."
I had her attention. Her mouth hung open, waiting for the rest of the story. I fed her a little more.
"The daughter tried to have sex with me, but my dick caught on fire. She fed me some of her blood - to heal me and make me stronger. Some strange shit happened and then we fucked."
"You lost your cherry to a demon?" she gasped.
I nodded.
"Yeah."
"Is she hot?"
"Dick ... fire ...," I said, smirking.
She laughed.
"No ...", she sighed.
