by Randi Darren
“So powerful, that if this were the period I was born into, multiple teams of Templars would have been dispatched to subdue her.”
At first, Sam was annoyed at what Decima was telling Mitch.
Then he realized it didn’t matter.
The Curator was going to have to wipe Mitch of some of his memories anyway. Removing most of this trip was definitely going to happen.
Decima opened the car door and stepped out. Standing there, she slowly turned one way and then the other.
“Stay here with Mitch,” Sam said.
“’Kay,” Hillary mumbled, not moving.
“But I—”
“Stay,” Sam said, interrupting Mitch and getting out of the vehicle.
Decima was slowly walking toward the walkway that ran along the front of the motel. The purity seal in her hand continue to move and twist slowly.
“You expecting any problems?” Sam asked, coming up next to Decima.
“No. Irene really is incredibly powerful. And since Stacia learned how to feed on her own kind, she’s also gained in power,” murmured Decima. “Beyond that, I trust Carissa. As someone who was both law enforcement and military, she’s very well equipped to handle any situation those two can’t.”
Walking along the pathway, Decima watched the seals in her hand for any clue of which way to go.
Sam couldn’t really argue with that point. The simple truth of the matter was that most of his people had experience in combat one way or another.
Carissa, Stacia, and Irene were a force to be reckoned with.
The others were getting trained in it, like Abigail and Hillary.
Looking out ahead of their path, Sam spotted what looked like an RV about the size of a rental moving truck.
Going to bet that’s theirs. Ten to one Irma sent gear and the like along with them and that’s just an easy way to do it.
Especially if they have to stop a few times out in the middle of nowhere.
Adding to that belief, Decima stopped in front of a door that was directly in front of the RV.
Closing her hand on the purity seal, Decima reached up and knocked on the door twice. Then waited a beat and knocked thrice.
Almost instantly, the door opened and Sam found Stacia standing there.
Her eyes went from Decima to Sam, then she stepped to one side.
Wordlessly, Sam and Decima entered the room and Stacia closed the door swiftly. Two beds, a TV, a bathroom, and all the normal things you’d find at a motel.
Better and worse alike.
“Clear.”
Looking to the voice, Sam found Irene sitting on one of the beds, a small purple spell held in her palm.
“Felt the purity seal touch me,” Irene said with a dazzling smile. Then she held up a radio in her other hand. “Wasn’t sure if it was the church or Decima. Then Carissa spotted you and radioed it in. We’re safe to talk here by the way. I’ve got the entire room dampened in a spell.”
“Target is compromised,” Decima said with a horizontal chop of her hand. “Both golems are no longer functioning, a Lich has been sighted, as have several Angelics. Time to get back to the Curator and let him handle this.”
Irene’s smile froze up on her face.
“A Lich and Angelics,” repeated the Witch.
“And a lot of Doppelgangers. I personally had one die on me, another replaced the principal,” Sam added with a shrug of his shoulders. “Honestly, I think the Curator sold me short on how much of a problem this was going to be.
“Or he didn’t know,” Stacia countered. “Maybe he genuinely didn’t think it would be that bad.”
Well… actually that’s possible.
But that’d mean this would have to include the Silent One.
Miles’ only real blind spot is him.
Damn.
“We have the subject secure,” Decima said. “I’ll go get him and bring him in.”
“Alright,” Irene murmured, still looking rather shocked at the news. Looking at the radio, she raised it to her mouth. “Watch, this is room. People exiting.”
There was no response to the radio command, but there were two audible clicks in response.
Sam smiled and turned to look at Stacia and Irene.
I’ll just rent another room, take them aside, and… feed, feed, feed, feed.
Now, let’s go to the front desk and—
Sam froze, his spine going ramrod straight.
The waves of magic washing over him were far diluted. Faded with distance and time, losing the absolute freakish peak they probably started with.
But they were unmistakable, and some of the worst he’d ever experienced in his entire long life.
“What… what is that?” Irene choked out.
At the same time, Decima stumbled back into the room, practically tripping over herself.
“What’s what? What’s going on? You three look like as pale as a ghost,” Stacia asked, around the room.
Of course, she wouldn’t feel it. A Vampire would never feel something like this because this is practically how they were first created.
“Oh my twisting nethers. A Lich just went nuclear,” Sam murmured, pressing a hand to his head.
“No…” Decima whispered, shaking her head. “They couldn’t. They wouldn’t.”
“That’s what it is?” Irene asked, then gagged, pressing a hand to her mouth. “It’s over-whelming.”
“What? I don’t feel anything,” Stacia said. “What’s going on?”
“Exactly what I said. A Lich just set off a spell the likes of which I’ve never seen or heard of. Ever,” Sam explained. “It’s like… it’s like they set off the entire nuclear arsenal of the United States at the same time, in one spot. That’d be the equivalent.”
“Okay, and what does that mean?” Stacia asked. “I’m still getting used to this world. I thought the worst I’d have to deal with was Irene and Werewolves, before you.”
“Tell me about it. I thought I’d just have to—” Irene’s voice cut off and she gagged again. Grabbing the trash can next to her, she began to violently throw up into it.
“I don’t know what it means,” Sam said, staring out the doorway. “But the last time I felt something like this, a plague ripped through Europe and wiped out a large portion of it.
“Then the same Lich who caused it, raised the dead and took over an entire plane with his army. If this is anything like that… well, I don’t know. I’d say Florida is about to become a waiting room for the afterlife though.”
“Blessed be the heavens and the earth,” Decima said making a sign across her body. “For we’re all now imperiled. May they watch over us and guide us in our—”
“Oooh fuck, why do I feel so awful?” Irene whimpered over the trash can even as Decima continued to pray.
“Because you’re Undead, but also not Undead,” Sam said, looking at the Witch’s soul. It was trying to comfort its physical self, but looked completely untouched by the waves of magic still roiling through and over them. “It’ll pass.”
He was tempted to use some of his Essence to ease her burden, but he didn’t have much to spare.
And he suddenly didn’t think they could stay here in the motel.
He was fully expecting an army of undead, a plague, or worse, to be on their tail now. With a very angry Lich leading the way of whatever it might be.
***
“There’s nothing on the radio at all,” Irene complained, fiddling with the stations. “Not a thing about what happened. Nothing.”
“That’s entirely unsurprising,” Sam murmured, holding onto the steering wheel.
The sun would be rising soon, even as they drove ever onward.
“Probably already completely covered up,” added Sam. “That or everyone back there is dead and can’t talk about it.”
“Seriously?” Irene asked. “It couldn’t have been that bad. Could it? I mean the bubonic plague didn’t wipe out Europe. And that was a Lich, right?”
“Yes. But you’re forgetting one thing,” Sam said, as he glanced back into the rearview mirror. Carissa was in the back seat and behind them was the RV. Stacia was driving it right now. Hillary, Decima, and Mitch were resting in the interior. “A lot of towns and villages were wiped off the face of the earth outright. No one to tell anyone that they existed. Those reports of the estimated dead? Way under. Way, way under.”
“Damn,” Irene said. Her soul was leaning against Sam’s shoulder right now. Stroking his chest with one hand, the other sliding through the back of his hair.
Clearly Irene needed comforting right now, but it wasn’t something he could give.
In fact, Sam was having a bit of a problem.
He was starving.
His thoughts were full of pulling over and ravaging his way through his people to start with.
“You okay?” Carissa asked from the backseat.
“Hungry,” Sam admitted, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. “Very hungry. The planes are all cut off. Remember? That includes my link to my own plane. Kinda running low.
“Going to have to stop and pull out the reserves from Hillary, but that’s going to knock her out for a few days.”
“That seems like a bad idea when we’re on the run,” Carissa said.
“Yeah. Tell me about it,” Sam grumbled. “My alternatives are a bit thin though. Stacia and Decima can shield the RV and Mitch pretty well. Which means he has to stay in there. And I can’t exactly feed with him there.”
“Then feed here,” Irene said, turning toward him. “I’m more than willing to help out.”
“Likewise. But I think it should be me,” Carissa interjected. “I’m due for a sleep rotation and you’re going to be driving. Let’s call the break now and swap.”
“I… fine. Fine. You’re right,” Irene muttered. Clearly, she was disappointed in that.
Carissa lifted the radio that she’d had in her hand.
“Early driver change,” Carissa said into it.
“Understood,” came the response from Stacia. “Fine by me. I swear the sun is coming up.”
Despite her being more or less immune to the sun now, she still can’t shake that fear.
Sam saw a shoulder he could pull off onto and did so.
Irene’s soul looked as disappointed as Irene had sounded, but the seat change was carried out. Sam and Carissa ending up in the back seat together.
Before Sam could even suggest something, Carissa was working at her clothes.
“It’ll be a tight fit but we’ll make this work, Sam,” Carissa promised.
If it had been anyone else, he’d have made a comment about her being a tight fit.
Carissa however, was a different woman than most. She was serious, studious, kind, and caring all at the same time.
Her emotions ran deep, however. You couldn’t really tell what she was feeling without digging or asking.
Those same emotions were as strong as they were deep.
Carissa dumped her pants, boots, and panties to one side and then rolled onto her back. Putting one foot up on the roof and holding up the other with one hand, the cyclops gave him a small smile.
Lovely in her own way, Sam couldn’t deny he felt for her. Perhaps not as strongly as the others, but that was changing the longer he spent with her.
It wasn’t that she meant to be aloof, or stand-offish, she just didn’t know how to mingle or socialize.
Irene didn’t say anything, but Sam could practically hear her displeasure as she got them moving onto the road again.
Looking at the spread eagle and willing woman next to him, Sam was struck with just how monstrously hungry he was.
Jerking his pants off, Sam laid down atop Carissa and went straight to clawing at her psyche.
A soft moan escaped Carissa’s lips as she wrapped her free arm around Sam’s middle. Her body was ramped straight up into a wild amount of sensitivity and she was unprepared for it.
Putting one hand under her armpit, Sam held to the seat with it. The other he reached up and pushed down on Carissa’s shoulder.
Moving his hips up, he got his tip into her and then went forward. Filling her in one shuddering, swift, and strong movement.
“Aaaaah,” groaned Carissa, her eye opening wide as he entered her. Her body quivered under him for a second before her thighs spread wider apart.
Leaning his head down, Sam pressed his forehead to Carissa’s. He remembered what her need was. To be seen as a cyclops and desire.
“I’m going to have you and that beautiful eye until the next driver change,” Sam promised. “I hope you can handle it.”
Carissa let out a slow breath, her fingers tightening into his skin.
Saying nothing, the cyclops laid there.
After a few seconds she nodded, making Sam nod his head as well with the motion.
Getting that approval, Sam sunk his powers into the woman’s mind.
Her desires.
Then blew them up.
With his lack of control, that was the only way to describe what he did to her.
At the same time, he started to pull out of her and then roughly push himself right back in.
Carissa liked it rough at first. Liked the wildness as Sam stared into her single large eye.
To be ravaged while loved.
“Make my hips go numb,” grunted Carissa even as Sam thrust against her. His manhood forcing her slick tightened walls apart. “Then have me as much as you want.”
Grinning, Sam leaned back a few inches and began to spear deep into Carissa with as much force as he could generate.
He was never one to disappoint when he was given a direction.
Shuddering with every deep breath-taking thrust, Carissa was a woman on fire.
Sam had flayed her sensitivity to the point that she was a living nerve ending. Her mind was awash in the fact that he wanted to literally sex her to oblivion and back again, all while staring into her eye. And that her heart was not her own anymore.
What’d started as a small flame of interest was rapidly becoming a bonfire of love.
Grunting and gasping while pushing down into his lap, Carissa did her best to give it back to him.
Drilling her into the backseat, Sam leaned into her, grinding himself up against her hood and pubic mound each time. Trying to give her the best back seat experience he could, given their limited mobility.
Squealing, Carissa’s mind became little better than an animal in heat. Dirty, lusty, sweaty, which wanted to be nothing more than a sex doll.
So long as Sam continued to stare into her eye with the desire he was showing right now.
Pounding away at the cyclops, Sam spotted her climax as it rushed toward a massive conclusion.
Before it got anywhere near its peak, Sam spiked her with what Essence he could spare.
And then spiked her again, and again, and again.
Carissa stopped breathing, her eye rolling back into her head, and he felt her quivering insides lock down as she lost control over her own body.
Devouring the Essence pouring out of her, Sam immediately made more spikes out of it and continued to ram them home into Carissa’s psyche.
All while plowing her down into the seat. Trying to fill her and make her hips go numb like she’d requested.
Carissa took in a single gasping breath whenever she ran out of air, all while getting pounded away at by Sam.
Not bothering to let himself orgasm, he continued to work at Carissa. Thrusting in and out of her and grinding at her clit the entire time. His speed and force dipped slightly as she continued on. He couldn’t make her orgasm forever after all.
She needed a moment to recover.
Eventually when Sam stopped spiking her, Carissa came down enough that she could breathe normally again. Though she was clearly still riding out part of her orgasm.
“Heavens,” murmured the cyclops, her eye slowly focusing back to stare at him.
“Round two,” Sam said in a g
runt, picking up the speed and force again. Trying to slam Carissa straight through the bottom of the car. Then he spiked her again.
Three times.
Tipping her over into another skin-melting orgasm.
“Fuck,” Carissa cried out even as she dropped right back into her orgasm. Her eye as wide as possible, staring up at him. “Oh, fuck!”
“You’re damn right,” growled Sam, pushing into Carissa over and over. “Right up until we change drivers again.”
Twenty-One - Surfs Up -
Feeling incredibly better after having his way with Carissa for the better part of three hours, Sam was sitting in the passenger seat next to Decima.
Irene and Carissa had swapped with Hillary and Decima.
“We’ll need to stop soon,” Hillary said. “We’ll need gas and lunch.”
“I’d really rather not stop for that long,” Decima grumbled. “We can get gas station snacks while I pump the car.”
“Ugh, I don’t think it’d kill us to stop for that long,” Hillary countered.
“But that’s just it. It could kill us,” Decima said. “And given how strange everything is in the afterlife, I’m not sure I’d want to bet on being able to resist the portal until Sam could fetch me.”
Hillary looked concerned about that point, but nodded her head.
“Alright, fine,” Hillary said after several seconds. “I’ll go in and get snacks. Anything you want?”
“Beef jerky,” Decima said without even thinking about it. “Teriyaki. Reminds me of trail rations but with a lot more flavor.”
“You would pick something like that,” Sam muttered with a chuckle.
“What? I grew to like the hated things. After that much of it, you don’t have much of a choice,” Decima rationalized. “After days and days of salt pork or beef, you just… get used to it.”
“Blegh,” Hillary said. “I’ll take donuts and chips any day of the week. Maybe a candy bar or five.”
“Not everyone can just magic away the weight, you know,” Decima said with an oddly dangerous tone in her voice. “Some of us have to watch what we eat.”
Sam momentarily considered telling Decima that it was unlikely she would ever gain weight. She’d have to eat constantly twenty-four-seven without burning any calories to gain weight.
