Chapter 59: Girl Power...

The only thing on Kenneth's mind after he'd left the store was cruel and bloody vengeance. That didn't change in the twenty minutes he'd been standing behind the van across the street. He smoked a clove cigarette, thinking about all the brutal things he was going to do to those two bitches when they finally came under the thumb of the Brotherhood.

To say they were going to regret not accepting his invitation was an understatement. His Lord would certainly let him have the two cunts for a few nights before having to hand them over. At worst, Lord Stefan might want to have his own fun with them while they were still fresh, but he'd tire of their flesh soon enough. He was an old man, after all, and not given to any appreciation for modern styles. He might want the Goth princess in the lacy black dress. She had something of a classic, delicate beauty to her. But the redhead was a punk and a dyke to boot; naturally pretty, but marred enough by make-up and tomboyish sensibilities that Stefan wouldn't likely soil himself with her. He'd surely leave her to Kenneth. Unless for some reason it would be good politics to hand them over to the vampires, anyway.

Why this hadn't been done before now was beyond him. Kenneth could see not going after the pair of pagan circles in the suburbs; they had numbers enough to put up a real fight. And the Indians running the casinos were too much to go after right now, too. But these two bitches were all on their own. No back up, no one else to even form a solid coven. Certainly not up to defending themselves from the Brotherhood of Apollo. Just like the old Russian witch they'd buried in Tukwila last month.

The only real question was whether it'd be more fun to make them obedient servants or just break them and dump them in Elliott Bay. Probably the former, ultimately. One simply couldn't waste magical talent, no matter how misplaced.

The rain began to pick up. Kenneth tapped on the window of the van. "Manny," he said, "keep alert. They'll be coming." Between the rain and the endless line of parked cars along the side of the street, the bitches would probably feel they had enough cover to make an unseen getaway.

Manny nodded. The driver glanced across the street, then immediately back to Kenneth with a twirl of his fingers. Showtime.

Kenneth saw them both walking quickly down Broadway. He wasn't surprised that they might suspect pursuit, but that was fine. He didn't really expect they'd be able to do anything about it. Two hedge witches who talked tough. Hereditary herpes, my ass, he thought.

Manny started the van's engine. Kenneth started walking after them. Soon after that, a man looming in a doorway not far from the two girls also came out, joining Kenneth in his pursuit. Two others positioned further ahead would cut off their escape route as they walked, while the van could prevent them from pulling away from the curb if they got into one of the cars parked on the street.

Kenneth had put guys down both directions of Broadway, not knowing which direction the bitches would take. The three guys who'd been positioned down the opposite way would linger long enough to make sure no telling evidence was left behind if there was a struggle, and would be sure to muddy the waters of any police investigation that might arise. There would be few witnesses on a rainy, empty Sunday morning street.

Kenneth strode on, mouthing the words to a sorcerous curse. His fingers twitched and swirled in malevolent patterns at his side as he walked. He focused his wrath on the Goth princess, keeping his gaze fixed on her right up until the bird shit landed on his face.

It happened right as his two minions up beyond the girls had stepped out from their hiding spots. Kenneth jerked back reflexively, wiping the nasty oily mess off his face with one hand. Without even thinking about it, he looked up to see the edges of the buildings and the telephone lines above him lined with crows despite the rain. They were all staring down at him.

A heartbeat later the murder of crows took wing, diving straight for him in a mob that quickly blackened out the sky above him.

Kenneth's wingman on the sidewalk yelled out his name and tried in vain to slap the birds away. There were just too many of them, tearing at him with beaks and talons and shocking ferocity. Kenneth tumbled to the ground screaming.

It all unraveled after that so spectacularly that it could only be the result of a vicious hex worked up before the girls even left the store. Up ahead, one of Kenneth's thugs lunged for Onyx only to fall down flat on his face right in front of her with an ugly crunch. The other didn't fare much better; he had a stun gun, but he didn't have anything that would help him against the alley cat that came from out of nowhere to leap at his crotch with a frightening yowl. It was more than enough of a distraction for Molly to plant her brass knuckles straight into his cheek. One such punch was enough to lay him out.

Manny had just rolled up near the two girls in his van as the thugs both went down. He saw the first, who had slipped in the rain, catch a brutal kick to the groin from the redhead. The goth princess just simply looked up at Manny and pointed at him.

Panicked, he threw the van into reverse and slammed the accelerator to the floor. He got away from the girls, and indeed backed up past where his boss was being slashed to pieces by angry crows. He came to a stop, though, when his van hit a car that he hadn't realized was coming up the street from behind him.

In his rear view mirror, he could see the two cops in the patrol unit he'd just slammed into. They were both men, both in their thirties. The driver was a white guy with short brown hair and glasses. His partner was black, slightly bigger and slightly less amused by the situation. They made eye contact with Manny via his mirror. He was sure of it.

"I swear to fuckin' God," Manny heard the black cop say loudly as he got out of the car, "this is the third patrol car this year you've totaled."

"How do you figure!?" the white cop snapped back, also getting out of the car. "He backed into us! You saw it! The whole world saw it!"

"Yeah, whatever. Tell it to your cats when you get home."

They both approached the front of the van. Then the white one stopped, looking around himself curiously. "Hey, Tyrone, is it just me or do you hear someone groaning in agony?"

************

Alex and his demon slave-girlfriend didn't play fair, but Taylor couldn't really bring herself to be very angry about it. He was reclined in the bed with Taylor laying on her back against him, grinding on his cock while Lorelei knelt between their legs licking every bit of Taylor's intimate flesh not obstructed by Alex's shaft. With all that, it was really hard to be mad at all. It was hard to think about anything except how awesome this whole thing was.

Taylor only really believed their whole crazy story on account of the tail and the horns. They had also both ruthlessly and seductively cuddled up to her while they told her everything. Taylor was relatively convinced that they hadn't held back anything other than details about Alex's other flings, but at least they were open about the fact that such had happened. Or would happen. Probably both. Sort of nebulous there.

If anything was worrisome, it was the fact that Taylor was willing to sit through the whole thing after she'd realized that yes, Lorelei really was some fire-breathing monster from Hell. But she was a fire-breathing monster who really knew how to make her feel safe -- and so did Alex, for that matter. And Lorelei was also a fire-breathing monster who really knew her way around Taylor's surprisingly needful pussy.

How the talk about Alex's crazy supernatural relations had led to this wasn't something Taylor could really remember as she both rode and relaxed against Alex and enjoyed Lorelei's attention. But she figured if she wasn't going to run out of the suite screaming, she might as well have a good time.

Alex controlled the pace, keeping himself deeply buried within her while shifting her around with his hands on her hips. He made sure to do nothing that would disrupt Lorelei, who was clearly fixated on driving Taylor out of her mind with that mouth and those hands that roamed over Taylor's naked body.

Eventually, Taylor felt weak all over from the overwhelming assault on her senses. Her head fell back, supported by the pillow behind Alex and his own head next to hers. She whimpered to him, feeling no inhibitions over his seeing, feeling and hearing the sort of state he and his lover had brought her to.

Her orgasm wasn't brief, or mild, or even singular. None of them had been since her first last night. She was even past being noisy about it, but it was clear from the way both Alex and Lorelei relaxed in their attention on her that they knew when she was finally spent. It probably showed in the way her body twitched and shook and finally relaxed, or in the breathless thanks she moaned into Alex's ear.

Lorelei slid and crawled up over Taylor's glistening body, feeling sexy and exciting across every inch of contact. "Thank you," Lorelei said softly.

"For what?" Taylor gasped. She was sweating, trembling and almost delirious with pleasure.

"For allowing us to apologize for our earlier omissions," Lorelei answered hotly. The succubus invaded her mouth with a deep, probing kiss. All this while Taylor lay in Alex's comforting embrace and still with his sex fully encased in hers.

"Oh," Taylor mumbled wearily, "is that what this was?"

"I still feel pretty guilty," Alex said.

Worn out and exasperated, Taylor let out a pleasured but plaintive groan. "Tell me you came," she implored softly, leaning her forehead into his cheek.

"He did," Lorelei grinned.

"I didn't mean it like that," Alex blushed. Lorelei leaned over Taylor's shoulder to kiss him. He shifted a bit as it happened, which left Taylor purring.

"I don't know if I can take anymore apology from you two," Taylor said finally, "but I don't know if I can move, either."

"You don't have to. Enjoy him," Lorelei said, pulling away from her to sit up on her knees. Her hands still roamed Taylor's body as she looked the younger woman over with appreciation. "Your body will handle far more pleasure now than it could before. Consider it another bit of apology."

Taylor nodded, breathing in deeply as she slipped her right arm lazily up and around the side of Alex's head. "So is this all you do now?" she murmured. "Sex all day and night?"

"Not exactly," he admitted, still very happy to have her so close and so connected. "We're still working out a happy medium. I want this, but I still want to have a life, too. And I don't want to turn into an egotistical pig or anything."

"Better not," Taylor smirked. "I couldn't sleep with you, then."

"Is that something you want?" Lorelei asked her.

"Kind of, yes," Taylor admitted, her voice still weary but happy. "I guess I don't really know what to say. This is wonderful. You're both wonderful. I want more of this." Without really thinking about it, her left hand had already trailed down between her legs to tease the clit that Lorelei had just overwhelmed for the last long while. She was also still filled with Alex's cock. Weary or not, it was as Lorelei said: Taylor was recovering quickly and feeling as horny as ever.

"I want more of both of you," she mused. "But what that actually means, I don't know. I'm not in a very rational state right now." Her head turned from where she was nuzzled against Alex to look at the woman kneeling over them both. "What do you want?"

Lorelei smiled a bit, but glanced at Alex before she spoke. He cocked his head curiously. "It's a good question. I feel really bad for not having asked it."

"You have, though not in so many words," Lorelei said, her smile becoming warm and reassuring. "Ever since we first met, you have been concerned with my happiness. With meeting my own needs as much as you can. As any lover should be."

"Alex has already given me the things that I have longed for all these centuries, all of which I could never have admitted to myself without great pain." Her answer was directed at Taylor, but her gaze was still on him. "I have love. I have friends. People who care about me for myself, and not for what power or pleasure they can take from me. I have escaped the random, cruel punishment of former masters who knew nothing of mercy. I will never again lay with someone who deserves only pain and death. For the first time in thousands of years, I feel like I am something more than sex and manipulation and murder." Her voice cracked as she added, "Because of him, I have earned some tiny but priceless measure of forgiveness, and I am finally learning the value of penance."

For a moment, Taylor felt very guilty about being between the two of them. She couldn't help but notice, though, that Lorelei's hands had come down to her hips, as if to keep her impaled on her lover. At the same time, however, she wasn't satisfied with the answer. "That's not what I asked," she observed softly.

Lorelei glanced again toward Alex's eyes. He nodded. "I want to hear it," he said.