All characters are 18 years or older. I am enjoying getting into the head of my villains. Exploring not just the how they do things but why. What motivates a hero is pretty easy but a villain can be downright twisted and convoluted. Louis has had a pretty normal upbringing with a loving family while our Artist had nothing we would consider loving or supportive. At some point he just fucking snapped and his path was set in front of him. Is he bat shit crazy or is there a higher power at work here? I guess only time will tell. I hope you enjoy this installment. Please vote and comment and tell me what you think. Any suggestions are always welcome. So without further delay...
Lhiannon Sidhe: [LEE-ah-nen SHE] A breed of Fae that dance around their victims draining them of blood and life. They are a kind of Irish vampire that firmly declare that they are most certainly not Akhkharu.
Knocking on the Sky:
Three days, it's been three days since my sister was taken and thirteen innocent people perished. What had been a questionable assignment for the Inquisition had now become a very personal vendetta. When three of their own had been murdered they threw the entire might behind finding and cleansing the killer. My father had been moved from the hospital and my mother went with him. They would be under the full protection of the Inquisition. I stayed behind even though they had insisted that I be put under their protection. Gabrielle assured her superiors that she would see to my safety.
I was lying down on one of the couches in the living room. I was staring up at the mural on the ceiling. It reminded me of the creation of Adam. On the left side of the painting was a young man and he looked somewhat familiar. I guess that is why I found it so interesting. The 'god' figure was bearded but he too was young and as muscular as the man he was reaching out to. Behind the god figure was an assortment of interesting figures. Few appeared to be angelic; they did have an almost fey look about them. This was just one of the many strange things I had discovered since I had agreed to stay at the Ordo Malleus chapter house. The decorations and treasures under glass crossed centuries and continents. I had to admire whoever had laid out each room. They made the disjointed objects work despite how diverse they were.
My aunt Mara decided to make an appearance. I knew it was her since my parents were in Rome for the duration of this situation. She really did look like my mom and it didn't help the way she dressed. The skimpy outfits were causing havoc among the younger male members of Inquisitors. Today's ensemble was a dark purple bra, matching panties and mesh stockings. I could see Mara's hardened nipples and her dark areole.
"You look like hell kiddo," Mara said as she plopped down across from me. "When is the last time you slept?"
"Seventy two hours," I said in a dull monotone.
"Have you eaten today," she asked and I shook my head. "Let me guess seventy two hours."
"Uh huh," I said.
"You need to do both and soon," she said. "If you don't take care of yourself you won't be good to anyone."
"She's right," Gabrielle said as she sat down next to me. "If you collapse from hunger or sleep deprivation at a critical moment..."
"Okay... okay... you win, I will go get some sleep and eat when I wake up. Fair enough?"
"Yep," the pair said.
I pulled myself off the antique couch and headed out of the living room. The main hall was lit by a huge crystal chandelier setting the dark rose wood alight with scintillating rainbows. The stairs that led to the second floor was wide with carpeted steps. The pattern on the carpet was the runic design that belonged to this particular chapter house. I grabbed the banister to keep my balance. They were right, lack of food and sleep were having a major detriment on my health and sanity. I managed the stairs and turned left towards my bedroom. Gabrielle and I were not sharing a bedroom since we were under close scrutiny.
I opened the door and stepped into the gorgeously decorated room. The plush carpeting felt wonderful beneath my bare feet. I closed the door and stripped down on my way to the bed. I crawled underneath the covers, closed my eyes and was asleep before I knew it. I was dragged down into the depths of exhaustion. It was dark at first and then details began to form around me. It was a well-lit park and it looked awfully familiar. I knew that I had been here but where and when eluded me. I walked along the cobblestone path and after a few short steps the downpour struck. I was soaked in seconds. I looked for cover from the ice cold rain. I could see my breath as I jogged down the path.
The public restroom came out of the gloom. I raced over to it and huddled under the overhang by the men's room door. About ten seconds later a girl appeared and took up a position next to me. She was short. I guessed she was barely five feet in height. The rest was hard to determine since she had a light gray hoodie on and the hood was over her head. She began to shiver so I moved behind her and slipped my hands around her waist to share body heat.
"I'll keep you warm," I told her and she nodded as she reached up and touched the right side of her head.
"I am not wearing panties," she said in broken English as she ground her ass against me.
"Are you alright," I asked her in Japanese and again she touched the right side of her head.
"Yes, I am okay. Do you have a nice big American cock?"
She pulled her hood down and a waterfall of black hair tumbled out. She turned her head and I could see her cute features. But it was her bright blue eyes that startled me. They had to be contact lenses. I watched as she touched her right ear and nodded. She turned to face me and cupped my groin gently.
"Can I suck your big Yankee dick? I want to see if I can take all of it down my dirty Asian throat."
"Um... are you..." I began as she dropped down and unzipped me. "Oh shit darling you are an eager one!"
The girl pulled her hood back up and then renewed her attack on my cock. One hand stroked the shaft while the other was up her skirt. I couldn't see much but I could feel all of it. She pushed her head forward in rolling thrusts that drove my cock passed her lips and into her throat. I could feel the suction she applied and growled as I got harder by the second. She brought both her hands into play and double stroked me as she sucked me off.
"I love Asian hospitality," I told her and she stopped and reached into her pocket and produced a condom.
"Wanna fuck my tight Asian pussy?" She asked as she unwrapped the condom.
"It would be rude to say no," I said as she used her mouth to put the condom on.
"How do you want me? I am your play toy mister."
I grabbed her by her hips and pinned her back against the wall of the restroom. She spread her legs and I slid inside of her easily. Whoever this gal was she was fucking soaked. Once I was inside of her she wrapped her legs around my waist. I moved slowly and she cursed as my cock stretched her tight little cunt.
"So goddamn big, oh shut up... you don't have a log inside your pussy! Fuck you... oh shit he is breaking me!"
"Who is on the other end," I asked.
"My no dick husband," she growled. "Damn, they grow them big where you come from! You are hitting my fucking womb!"
