by Eric Vall
“Oh come on,” I argued playfully. “Usually a sentence like that is followed up with a ‘but’ statement.”
“What’s the matter?” Aruna smiled. “Can’t two adults just sit in a pool together naked? That’s normal in some parts of Europe, you know.”
“Is it also normal to ogle at their naked bodies while they sleep?” I said with a smile. “And then comment on the size of their cock? Or is that--”
Before I could finish my snarky comment, Aruna flipped her body around so she was sitting on my lap facing me. Then she threw her hands onto my cheeks, pulled me in close, and shoved her tongue down my throat.
I could feel my cock growing harder as we made out, and the Rakshasi rubbed her naked body against mine.
Finally, she pulled back.
“You should know by now that I’m a woman of action,” Aruna purred. “I see what I want, and I make it mine.”
“Hey,” I shot back, “I’m the one with an entire harem of succubi.”
“Maybe they can join us next time,” the Rakshasi noted, and then she pressed her lips back against mine.
This time, as we were exploring each others’ mouths, Aruna reached down and wrapped her hand around my erect cock.
I let out a groan of pleasure at her touch, but then the sensation changed to pure ecstasy as she guided me inside of her.
The Rakshasi moaned happily as her tight pussy began to move up and down on my dick. My hand gripped against her tight ass as she rode me, and then the assassin temporarily released her hold on my tongue. She bit her lip with satisfaction as her eyes stared deeply into my own, and her pert breasts jiggled in unison with her hip movements. Aruna’s face appeared to be growing flush, and her moans were getting closer and closer together.
I buried my face into her chest as I began to tenderly kiss her body. I made sure to stop to give each of her nipples a gentle nibble, and the Rakshasi responded with a moan of ecstasy.
Finally, she stopped. Then the Rakshasi pulled herself off me, threw one hand around the back of my head, and stared passionately into my eyes.
“I’m a fucking tiger, Jacob,” she growled. “I want you to make love to me like a fucking tiger.”
Instantly, I threw both of my hands underneath her fit bottom, picked her up with all my strength, and thrust myself into the assassin.
Aruna gasped at my sudden motion, but then her eyes rolled back in her head as I began to pound her with everything I had.
“Oh my god!” she gasped. “That’s--That’s it!”
I could feel the Rakshasi’s hands running through my hair as I continued to make love to her like an animal. Suddenly, I felt her pussy lips begin to tighten around my erection, and I knew the end was near.
“K-Keep going,” she demanded. “Harder and faster. Pound into me, Jacob.”
“No, I give the orders around here,” I said as I slowed down my movements, and the assassin shot me a dirty look. Of course, that dirty look melted away the second I started to nuzzle on her neck.
Aruna made a sound I’d never heard her make before, so I assumed I was doing something right.
As I kissed at the assassin’s neck, I started to change the intensity of my thrusts. I would go slow for a few seconds before reverting back to fucking my lover with the intensity of a siberian tiger.
Suddenly, Aruna threw back her head and let out the loudest moan I’d heard in my life. The Rakshasi’s sounds of passion sent chills of pleasure down to my very core, and I could feel myself edging closer to the finish.
“I think I’m about to--holy fuuuuuck!” Aruna gasped as she climaxed against my cock.
That’s when I felt the warm coil release. I pulled the assassin down onto my dick as far as I could, and then I let out an intense moan and poured all of my cum inside of her tight tunnel.
Once we were both finished, Aruna gracefully slid herself off me and ran her finger along my chest.
“That was fun,” she said with a wink. “You should hire me more often.”
“That’s not all I hired you for,” I reminded her. “Though I will gladly pay to make that happen again.”
“That was just my basic package,” the assassin cooed. “Imagine what you’d get for the premium one.”
I plopped back down onto the underwater seat, and Aruna joined me on my lap. Despite her hard-as-nails personality, the Rakshasi’s skin was as soft as silk against my own, and she was snuggled up in my arms and purring contently.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow, I’d turned the mighty tiger into a fucking kitten.
We continued to sit there and soak in the sun for at least another hour, but then we were brought back to reality.
“Jacob!” I heard Superbia’s distant voice call from the house. “Come quick! We’ve found something!”
Chapter 11
Aruna hoisted her naked body out of the pool, shook herself off like an animal, and then did a few stretches as she let the hot Arizona sun dry her off.
I pulled myself to the concrete surface, and I instantly felt the water on my body begin to evaporate as if it were under a heat lamp. I stared at the naked Rakshasi assassin as she quickly re-tied her top and then pulled her pants on over her tight ass.
She shot me a brief seductive look over her shoulder as she re-dressed, and then she schlocked her boots back onto her feet.
“I see you’re itching for round two?” Aruna purred as she glanced down at my returning erection.
“Can you handle a round two?” I snickered. “You came pretty hard.”
“Yesss,” she sighed,” but after the mission is over. Right now, it sounds like your madame has made a breakthrough.”
“What?” I flirted back as I pulled my pants back onto my now-dry body. “You don’t think we could get in a quickie?”
“Please,” the Rakshasi joked. “We both know a ‘quickie’ would be impossible for either of us to accomplish.”
“Blast,” I laughed and tugged my shirt over my torso, “foiled by my unselfish love-making once again.”
Now dressed, the two of us walked back across the yard toward the house. Aruna tried to stay a few feet ahead of me so she could feign disinterest, but she kept sneaking glances back over her shoulder at me as she walked, and I was sure everyone could figure out what we were doing out here all alone.
The assassin opened up the door and strutted in, and then I was right behind her.
“Do you feel better?” Superbia asked knowingly as her eyes darted back and forth between the two of us. “It looks like the two of you are much less tense than you were before.”
“Two of us?” Aruna chuckled. “Jacob was the one who was swimming. I was just out there brushing up on my Italian with Martatelli the whole time.”
“Oh?” Superbia asked coyly. “You mean the same Martatelli who’s been in here watching cooking shows for the last forty minutes?”
I glanced over the redhead’s shoulder to see the ghost of Angelo Martatelli sitting on the leather couch beside Raphael, who was now up and alert.
The two of them were sitting there chatting it up while they watched some sort of chef’s competition on the wall-mounted flat-screen TV.
“I thought our flat screen was destroyed in the fight with Metatron?” I asked curiously.
“We bought another one soon after you left.” Sia shrugged. “Oliver and the cultists may not have run our businesses very well while we were gone, but there was most certainly enough in our reserve funds to replace a television. Besides, we needed something to keep Martatelli busy while you were gone. He kept saying he wanted to go out and explore the city, but we all agreed having a Renaissance Italian ghost floating around Phoenix was a bad idea.”
Angelo laughed joyously, clapped his hands together, and then exclaimed something to Raphael in his native tongue.
“Why yes, Angelo,” the Archangel chuckled, “that man’s ravioli is quite scrumptious.”
“What the fuck did people like him do before they had TV and internet?” I joked
and shook my head.
“They died, bro,” Todd answered as he and Eligor came walking back into the room. “Everyone worked out in the fields or in the monasteries or whatever for fifteen hours a day, and then they died at age thirty. That’s like, a historical fact.”
Even though Todd was being as nonchalant as usual, I couldn't help but notice he had a bright red helmet in his hand with a long, jointed tube on the top.
“I don’t think that’s right,” I mumbled.
“Maybe not,” the imp admitted. “It was probably more like forty-five. Anyways, bro, Goldilocks here and I just made the greatest episode of Tuesdays with the Toddster to ever grace the airwaves.”
“It was all about fallen angels,” Eligor explained, “and how we have come down to Earth to ‘watch over’ all of the mortals and protect them from evil.”
“Guardian angels, bro,” Todd snickered. “People are gonna eat that shit up.”
Todd reached up with his tiny imp hand, and what happened next caused my jaw to drop in disbelief. Eligor, the stoic knight who used to roll her eyes at all of Todd’s antics and swore him off as a ‘fool,’ gave him a high-five.
“Is something wrong?” Eligor questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s … nothing,” I laughed, “but now I’m wondering what Todd's got in his hand."
“Oh, this little thing?” Todd snickered as he placed the helmet on his head. “This is the ticket to a world of babes and riches, bro.”
“But what is it?” Aruna asked again. “I’m sorry to admit it looks kinda foolish.”
“First off, how dare you,” the imp scoffed, “this is a GoPro helmet. See this little camera on the top of the snake thingy up here? It’s so I can document all the extreme shit in my life my absolute favorite way: hands free.”
“Don’t you sit on the couch most of the day?” Libidine asked with a coy smile.
“Actually,” Todd admitted, “I was thinking of creating my own Pornhub channel. I’ll call it ‘Todd Thumping Thots.’”
“What’s a thot?” Liby retorted. “Is that an Earth creature?”
“I thought beastiality was taboo on Earth Realm?” Eligor added.
“If it is, Jakey’s in trouble,” Todd laughed as he motioned between me and Aruna. “No, no, a thot is an internet term for women who sleep around. The ones who gobble down dicks like they’re at a hot dog eating contest. AKA my favorite kind.”
“You don’t even have a girlfriend, Todd,” I reminded him with a roll of my eyes.
“Of course not, Jakey,” Todd shot back, “if I did, she wouldn’t let me thump thots.”
“If I may interject,” Sia cut in, visibly annoyed, “Raphael and I had a long chat when he finally woke up. We believe we have figured out the identity of our enemy cultists.”
“Well duh,” I sighed, “they’re the Cult of Beelzebub, right?”
“Wrong,” Raphael spoke up. “The Lord of the Flies is much too clever to leave a bread trail back to himself like that, even if he is the one who is ultimately behind the attacks.”
“Haha, Pene!” Martatelli cackled as he pointed at a man wearing a chef’s hat on the television.
“Yes, Angelo,” Raphael sighed, “that man’s hat does look quite phallic. I was around during the Renaissance, you know. I don’t remember their humor being quite this juvenile.”
“Sacco di cazzo,” Martatelli mumbled.
“You think I’m a sack of what?” the Archangel growled back at Angelo, and then he stood up in a huff. “I don’t remember Renaissance scientists being so rude, either.”
“There was a reason this guy was condemned to Hell for all eternity, bro,” Todd said with a shrug. “He’s a lot more tolerable if you just pretend you don’t know Italian.”
“Wait … ” I gasped. “You’ve known Italian this whole time?”
The imp’s eyes went wide at the realization of his Freudian slip, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Then he spun around on his heels and scuttled out of the room, all while whistling innocently.
Raphael walked over to where Sia, Aruna, and I were standing and crossed his arms in frustration.
“I might have to try that one,” he admitted. “Anyways, what I was saying was we believe the people you are looking for are members of the Order of the Exalted, or the Ordo et exaltabitur.”
Suddenly, Angelo’s jabbering went silent, and the scientist’s ghost slowly turned his head one-hundred and eighty degrees so he could listen to our conversation.
At the same time, Eligor’s face dropped down into a deep frown.
“Should I know these guys?” I asked rhetorically. “It seems like you guys all know who they are.”
“They’re batshit crazy, that’s what they are,” Eligor growled. “The scourge of both Heaven and Hell.”
“Which would make perfect sense for Beelzebub,” Superbia admitted. “He’s already got the Daeva, the ‘rejected gods,’ on his side, and his whole mission is to tear down the establishment and replace it with his own brand of extremism.”
“Okay, I’m lost,” I sighed. “Who are these people, and why are they such a big deal?”
“Back in the Middle Ages, there was a group of demonic cultists known as the Sons of Cain,” Superbia explained. “They traveled the countryside of Italy, murdering anyone and everyone who didn’t bow down to their deity.”
“How’s that any different than modern-day Demonic cults?” I asked curiously. “They kill and kidnap and sacrifice, no?”
“Not like these people,” Eligor shuddered.
“The Sons of Cain were extremely brutish and vile,” the madame continued. “They killed without rhyme or reason, burning whole villages to the ground and sparing no lives, not even those of infants.”
“It is said many Demon Lords got together and confronted the Sons of Cain,” Raphael took over. “Even though they applauded their commitment to the cause, they feared mass murder was probably not the way to go if they wanted to gain followers. The Sons of Cain, of course, disagreed.”
“They thought if you didn’t believe in the powers that be, if you didn’t worship the ‘sun and the moon’ in a way that felt appropriate--” Sia started to explain.
“The Exalted One and Lucifer,” Raph clarified.
“Right,” Sia said with a nod. “If you didn’t worship them the way they were ‘meant’ to be worshipped, then you didn’t deserve to live. The members of this organization were excommunicated from their respective cults.”
“So, where does this ‘Order of the Exalted’ come in?” I questioned.
“Well, not long after their expulsion,” the redhead explained, “a large number of Catholic priests were excommunicated from the Church for being ‘too extreme.’”
“The Purge of the False Acolyte.” Raphael nodded. “I remember that day well. It was a difficult decision for the Exalted One to make, but he assured the Pope he was doing the right thing.”
“It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together,” Eligor interjected. “The Sons of Cain met up with the excommunicated priests, and together they formed the Order of the Exalted. For the next few centuries, they merged their missions together, killed everyone who was a ‘nonbeliever,’ and used violence and intimidation to try and convert people into believing in the natural order that flows through the universe, the balance between pure good and pure evil. Or, in this case, the Exalted One and Lucifer.”
“Worshiping both?” I scoffed. “Sounds a bit contradictory.”
Superbia shook her head.
“They simply worship the idea of both of them,” the madame explained. “Not necessarily the deities themselves.”
“In other words,” Raph interjected, “they would worship whoever was on the two sides of the spectrum.”
“Or whoever was at the center,” Eligor said grimly.
“Beelzebub and Uriel,” I muttered.
Martatelli said something sad in Italian as he hung his head somberly.
“Martatelli says the Order of the Exalted was big in his time,” the madame explained. “According to him, they were the ones who had him executed.”
“Damn … ” I trailed off. “That would explain a lot about what we know from those times.”
“The Knights Templar, with the help of various cults and Divine warriors, waged war against these people until the mid-seventeen-hundreds,” Superbia sighed. “Even though we all knew they were still around, their members were forced into hiding. I’d honestly figured they’d all died out by now.”
“Apparently not,” Raphael mumbled. “I’m sure Beelzebub was able to woo them out of hiding with one of his ridiculous, radicalized speeches. He probably riled them up by claiming your involvement in the war between Heaven and Hell represented how out of touch the current order was. How people of this Earth needed to be reminded of their natural place in the world, and how he could lead them through the chaos back into that natural order. That’s how Uriel got the Daeva on his side.”
“But how are you so sure it’s these guys?” I continued.
Superbia walked over to the couch, snatched up the remote, and then punched in a few buttons.
As she did so, the screen flickered and showed our DVR menu. The succubus flipped through the different options until she found what she was looking for, and then she let out a huff as she slammed her slender finger onto the button.
Suddenly, the television changed to a news report. A large, burly man in a suit sat at the desk next to a petite blonde woman in a blazer and a nice dress.
“Tonight out of Santa Fe,” the man began, “more information about the ‘Cult of Ralston’ murders that took place a few days ago. Law enforcement officers have now released security footage of the attack in the hopes locals can help them identify the attackers. A warning to our viewers, this footage may be disturbing.”
The news cut to a somewhat grainy night-vision camera located just outside a brick building. A small band of robed cultists walked up to the back door, threw it open, and then went inside. Instantly, the sounds of horrified screams and swishing Hellfire filled the broadcast, and my heart fell into my stomach.
