I took a seat at a table closest to the bathrooms and the kitchen doors so I could split if I had to, while the good doctor went up and ordered us some drinks.
He brought a menu to the table and put it down. "Are you hungry?"
I nodded. "I can always eat. It's a gift." I slapped my thigh. "Of course, it isn't magic. I can't seem to lose it."
He waved a hand. "Please. You're fine."
I smirked but before I could tease him about checking me out, a bored bartender came over and put a pitcher of beer and two shot glasses on the table.
I had no idea what he'd ordered and I didn't care. I picked up the shot glass with one hand and readied the beer to chase it.
"I hope you paid cash," I said. "You don't want to leave a paper trail."
He smiled and held up his shot glass. "The credit card is a fake. It will run the charges tonight but in the morning the bar will realize the account is empty. A fun perk of being from Hell."
I'd forgotten about that part. I wanted to tell him I no longer had my powers to see who was human and who wasn't, but decided I still couldn't trust the guy. Something still wasn't right.
"Is your game plan to get drunk and close the bar?" I asked.
He smiled and downed his shot.
I wasn't saying it was a bad plan. I'd used this very same move many times in my life to varying degrees. Most of them ended with me nauseous and passed out. Good times.
He got tense just as he picked up his beer.
"What is it?" I asked. I really wish I had my powers back, because I realized, if he was picking up an enemy in the area, I should as well.
He looked at me oddly. "There are six of them in human form with machine guns outside."
"Then we need to leave," I said and downed my shot and guzzled half my beer, as we stood and went for the back door.
We got into the tiny kitchen but Cute Doctor stopped. He shook his head and turned. "They're covering the back door, too. We need to hide."
Easier said than done. There was nowhere in the building to become invisible and, with this much firepower, they knew we were in the bar.
There were two women working in the kitchen, both watching us, but neither had told us to get out yet. Obviously neither was the owner, or they'd seen too many drunk couples, over the years, looking for the bathroom.
"Let's find the bathroom," I said.
Before he could question me, I found the ladies room and entered, looking around. There wasn't much to it. A set of dirty stalls and a sink. They didn't even have paper towels to wipe your hands, not that most patrons of this establishment would be worrying about hygiene.
"We could get into the ceiling. It's a false one. You can tell by the edges," he said.
I didn't wait for another invitation when I heard the muffled sound of shooting in the bar. I climbed onto the toilet seat and onto the divider for the stalls, Cute Doctor nice enough to hold my leg and get a good view of my ass. Not that I was complaining.
The ceiling tile was easy enough to move, and I could see a thin ledge running across the length of the building.
"Give me a push and hope I can reach the spot I'm trying to get to without falling," I said.
He stood on the toilet seat and gripped my ass, giving it a squeeze.
When I turned back, he winked.
With his hands on me, I was able to get up and onto the thin brace, crawling away before switching around to help him.
Cute Doctor was lying in front of me.
Duh. He's a fucking demon. He could've easily lifted me up, but instead he grabbed some ass. Bastard.
Who was I kidding? The fact he'd done it during such a potentially bad situation got me excited.
He'd hovered up on his own and replaced the tile. When he closed his eyes, a thin green mist spread from his nostrils and covered the tiles underneath us. He was using a cloaking power to hide us. Nice job.
I wondered how many other things I'd missed, though. If he was like any other Fiend or demon I'd encountered, he'd put a location device on me. Normally I'd be able to sense it right away and fuck with him. I was sure he'd tagged me but I couldn't find it now.
I needed to get my own limited powers back.
The bathroom door opened and I could hear several people below. They kicked in the stall doors and a tile near my head was pushed up, a light shining in my eyes.
I squinted and tried not to move a muscle.
Because of the spell, the light went through us and the tile was finally replaced, the man going back down with his friends. I knew better than to stop holding my breath, though. I was sure they had detection spells they could use to find us.
I kept eye contact with Cute Doctor, who was concentrating on keeping us screened from prying eyes and spells. It was a relief to be on this side of the power, too. Usually, I was the one looking for a Fiend and he was blocking me. I tried to find tell-tale signs from his body language so I'd know for future reference.
I heard the bathroom door close after whoever was down there shuffled out, but I knew it was the oldest trick in the book. I had a picture of the bathroom below filled with guys in fedoras and pointing Tommy Guns at the ceiling, waiting for me to make a sound.
Cute Doctor (I really needed to ask what his name was. Maybe I already had. I had no clue right now) nodded his head and slid a tile over without a sound.
As he floated down to the bathroom floor, I crawled to the opening and felt invisible hands gripping my crotch and left tit. This guy was funny. I let him manhandle me to the floor before shaking my head.
"Seriously. All you had to do was ask," I said.
"Oh, I'm not going to ask. I'm going to take it because it's what you want me to do. Don't deny it," he said.
I shrugged. "You don't hear me saying a thing."
He went to the bathroom door and went to put a hand on it but froze.
I could smell the smoke as a puff drifted under the door. I was sure the fire was raging on the other side. These pricks were taking no chances.
We were trapped in the bathroom, but I knew he could get us to freedom. The real problem was going to be if we were spotted by the guys looking for us. Probably looking for me, I figured. Maybe they had no idea he was trying to rescue me.
"Go hide in the stall," he said.
I was about to argue just to argue when I saw how serious he was right now. I think he knew something I didn't. I obeyed, going to the furthest stall and closing what was left of the door. The bruisers had done a number on it.
I hunched down in the corner and covered my head with my arms.
Maybe two minutes went by without a sound and I was about to get up, impatiently, and see what the holdup was or if he'd left me for dead when it happened.
The smell of smoke had gotten progressively worse, but suddenly it was in my nose, mouth and lungs. It was a rush of gray covering me and then a sound like a thunderclap pulled the smoke away, along with my breath.
I was feeling light-headed and my eyes were watering. I covered my mouth and nose and tried not to cough. If someone was still inside the building, they might hear me.
Cute Doctor shielded me from the smoke and encroaching fire, and not in the manly cover me with your massive arms kinda way.
He used a shield spell, a hazy blue glow surrounding me now.
"They're gone. We need to go. Hold onto my waist and don't let go no matter what," he said.
I could only nod. It was getting harder to breathe.
When he moved, I tried my best to move with him, but I was choking on the smoke. I began coughing, my lungs feeling like they would burst even though he was protecting me.
He turned back, an angry expression on his face, and stared at me.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't respond.
As he shook his head, I lost consciousness.
* * * * *
The bed was soft and the room dark.
I sat up, expecting to be bound in place. Usually, in situations where I pass out aro
und a Hell spawned creature, it isn't fun when I come to my senses.
I waited for my eyes to adjust. The curtains were closed and the only sound was the air conditioning unit.
I was only wearing my thong and a touch of my skin told me I'd been cleaned. I smelled good. Heck, even my teeth had been brushed. What the fuck was going on?
"Is this part of your game?" I asked, breaking the silence of the hotel room.
A shadow stepped out from the other shadows and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You've been out for hours. I didn't know if you'd even survive, to be honest. I sometimes forget you're still only human. What a shame. I'd love to see what you could do if you had demon blood coursing through your veins," Cute Doctor said.
"I have worse: my father's blood."
"There is an aura around you I cannot decipher. Something or someone is protecting you. I don't think, right now, I could kill you if I tried," he said.
"Is that why you gave me a bath? Where are my clothes? Why leave my thong on?"
He laughed.
The room was small. Only a queen sized bed, a TV on a dresser and a small desk and chair. I had no clue if it was day or night, which usually happens in situations like this.
Had I outgrown my usefulness to him yet? Was he bullshitting about not being able to kill me? Had he tried?
"Your hair smelled like smoke. You were sweaty. I dropped your heart rate to a manageable level to keep you from dying. Then I washed every inch of your exquisite body. You really are a redhead," he said. I could hear the smile as he spoke.
"You've ruined all the suspense. I was trying to see how long before you'd try to guess if the carpet matched the drapes," I said.
He moved a few inches closer to me on the bed.
"I'm not that kind of girl," I whispered. I could feel how excited I was in anticipation. I slipped my hand to my crotch.
"I never said you were. I have no intention of doing anything you don't want to do, or making a move on you. I'm just enjoying myself," he said.
I realized he had night vision and could clearly see where my hand was. I decided to give him a show, while trying to keep him at bay for as long as I could. I didn't have any delusion it would last long once I started going.
I spread my legs on the bed. My thong was soaked as I slid a finger slowly up and down, teasing. I fought the urge to slip my thong off, wanting to stretch the anticipation as long as I could.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to tease me into climbing on top of you," he said.
"Not even close. I'm going to enjoy myself for awhile. I'd like to see how long you can last," I said. I often wondered how much certain Fiends and Vamps and other hellspawn really cared about things like sex and emotions. Was it a small part of their previously earthly soul coming through, or just another tool they used to get what they wanted? I had no clue and, right now, I screamed inside my head to stop thinking of stupid shit like that and enjoy this.
I touched myself faster but tried to keep my eyes open in case he pounced on me. I wasn't quite ready for actual penetration from Cute Doctor. I wanted this to last.
"I can't wait to be inside you," he said and sat up further in the chair. My eyes were fully adjusted and, as I looked down my body to where he was sitting, I could see he was naked and fully erect. He was as excited as I was.
"You'll have to wait," I said softly. I hiked my legs up higher and my hand got faster. I used my free hand to slowly slip my thong down my thigh a few inches on one side.
"I want to take them off of you with my teeth," he said. He was now taking care of himself.
"Don't finish without me," I said and switched hands, pulling the thong down a bit on the other side. I was going to tease him as long as I could hold it. I was worried about Cute Doctor cumming too soon, but if I didn't slow down I'd give myself an orgasm. I wanted one from him screwing me.
I still didn't want him to see my pussy, but I also didn't want to keep stroking myself over the thong. Decisions, decisions...
I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted my legs as high as I could and peeled my wet panties off, slowly sliding them down my legs. I knew he was watching every move I was making and it only got me wetter.
Before he could pounce, I put down my legs and scooted up the bed, sitting up against the pillows and smiling.
Both hands stroked my thighs.
"You're killing me," he whispered, laughter in his words. He was having as much fun as I was right now.
I couldn't do this much longer. I needed it.
He was on the bed but only to watch.
I could feel his breath on my hands his mouth was so close, as I went faster and faster. I could feel an orgasm coming on.
"I'm going to cum. I want you to taste me," I said.
He eagerly complied.
I wrapped my legs around his head, lifting my ass up so he could get as far inside me as possible. He knew what I was doing and put his hands underneath me, raising my ass and squeezing, as well.
"Fuck me," I whispered, but he was too busy going down on me to hear.
I pushed against him but he wouldn't budge, and I knew I'd cum within seconds, if I didn't stop him. I wanted him inside me when I came, not like this. Not this time.
A slap to the top of his head stopped him and he looked up.
"What," he asked, clearly amused.
"Fuck me until I can't walk anymore," I said.
Without a word, he lifted up, hooked my thighs and pulled me flat onto the bed.
He parted my legs as far as they'd go and entered me. Holy fucking shit was he tight inside me, and I was stunned as he began fucking me.
He wasn't worrying about starting slow or working us into a frenzy. We were already there, and I was glad he was going so fast and hard.
I gasped in ecstasy. I was trying to catch my breath. If I died right now, I really couldn't complain.
I was about to explode, and I knew he was as well.
I moaned, which became a scream, as I felt myself release with pleasure. This was a true orgasm, and I felt like I'd never experienced a real one up until this point.
Cute Doctor lifted up without breaking his rhythm and smiled, his eyes red. Right now I didn't care what color they were as long as he didn't stop.
At first, the shadow crossing the room didn't mean anything to me. I was too deep in... yeah, he was too deep in me. I didn't really care, and that was the big mistake for me.
It was my damn sister Kari again, and she wasn't alone.
I hadn't seen any of my other sisters in years, and even though it had been at least ten since I'd been in the same room with Kourtney, I knew it was her. She had the look we all have: slutty and tough.
Right now I didn't feel so tough.
Cute Doctor was still going to town but he must've finally felt I'd gone rigid underneath him.
He looked confused.
I reached up and held his face.
"Thank you. You're an awesome lover and someday we'll meet again," I said. I kissed him and heard Kari speaking.
"This time I swear it will take. It must take. I'm sorry, sis, but once again I need to kill you and send you to Hell."
Cute Doctor began to glow, probably a protective shield, but he was too late.
I felt the long blade slide through him and pierce my heart.
I had to smile. How many times was my sister going to kill me this week?
Necromance 9:
Hail and Kill
Someone once told me you make your own bed and lie in it. They also once told me you create your own private Hell.
Guess what? I was trapped in both parts of that shit at once.
I opened my eyes, expecting (and hoping) to be back in a hospital bed. Maybe get another restart.
No such luck.
I was in a dark room with only the bed I was currently on top of but it had no pillows and no covers. Definitely not one of those expensive mattresses, either. It felt like a cheap hot
el bed.
I sat up and took in everything else in the room, which was… nothing.
Just darkness and a weak red light above me. When I turned to follow, it seemed to move. I gave up understanding anything or dwelling on shit since my life so far had been nothing but things that shouldn’t happen to normal people.
At least I still had my clothes on.
Wait… wasn’t I in the middle of having sex? More than likely I’d been naked not too long ago. How long? I had no idea. I felt like time had passed. I felt strong still. Rested.
I knew I still didn’t have my powers, too.
Just as I wondered to myself if there was a door in this room, I saw a thin blue light under what I assumed was a door.
Had I done that? I wished for a cold beer and a big plate of honey barbeque wings, but no dice. Worth a try, as I always say.
The room itself was about ten foot by ten foot. I stood and crossed it, putting a hand on the wall where the door should be.
A panel slid open and I took a step back.
The biggest monster I had ever seen was sitting across a chasm on a throne made of bones, flames licking his cloven hooves. Charred lines of chained slaves dragged their crispy bodies past where he sat, a red demon in his fiery kingdom.
“I call bullshit on this entire scene,” I shouted.
He laughed and waved his hand.
What had previously been an alternate cover to a Slayer album was now a small beige room with a comfy-looking couch and a coffee table.
The former giant red demon was a smallish white dude with a pencil-thin moustache wearing a tracksuit and sipping on a fruity drink with a little umbrella sticking out of it. He was seated on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, wearing white socks and black sandals.
I really hated that look. If you’re wearing sandals, you go without socks. Am I right?
“Can I get you a drink?” Tracksuit asked.
“Am I dead?”
He shrugged.
“Then I’ll have a beer, if you have it,” I said. I looked around but the rest of the room, like the one I’d been in, was empty of anything else. “Can I have a seat, too?”
Another shrug but a matching couch appeared across from where he was seated.
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