by Aaron Crash
“Please, tell us,” the angel said quietly. “You’ve been carrying this around too long by yourself.”
Bailey was turned away from him, sitting silently and hiding her face.
Jack resumed. “Walt left early that night. Or seemed to. Jennifer left around midnight, and I offered to walk her out, but she said it wasn’t necessary. She was a big girl, a proud woman, soon to be a Plum Creek police officer. Anyway, I figured I’d leave at closing time. I was having a good time with my buddies. We were close. It’s a dangerous job, stressful, and it brings people together. It was my turn to buy, and I left my wallet out in the car. Thank God I did. Or maybe thank the Devil. Either way.”
“Either way,” Bailey murmured. She was caught up in the story. He could tell by her voice.
“Out in the parking lot, Jennifer came running out of the darkness. Her clothes were ripped, she had blood on her face, and I knew she’d been attacked. And who do you think attacked her?
“Walter Malcom comes running out from between two cars, grabs her by her hair, and pulls her back. He wasn’t drunk. He was just an asshole.”
Jack remembered the rage he felt, and the adrenaline dump that only added to his fury. Seeing that helpless, broken look on Jennifer’s face had nearly shattered Jack’s sanity. It was like what was happening to her shouldn’t have happened because she was such a great woman, strong and proud, and soon to be a Plum Creek police officer. That, however, wasn’t meant to be.
“I tore Jennifer away from Walter fucking Malcolm, and I punched him right in the face. He said something about killing me, killing her, to keep us quiet. Then he pulled a gun. I took that gun, we fought over it, and I won. I wasn’t thinking, and I unloaded the clip into his chest. I just kept thinking of what he’d done to Jennifer. He’d raped and beaten her and told her if she told anyone he’d kill her family. And while murder is wrong, sure, I’d kill him again over and over. That’s my big sin in my life. In some ways, murdering Walt Malcolm gave me a moral compass. Stealing money from rich pricks isn’t the best thing, but it’s not the worst thing either. I really had planned on wearing a white hat. Now I suppose all I get is gray.”
“What happened next?” Bailey asked in a subdued voice. It kind of surprised Jack that she’d asked.
He had an answer for her. “Walter Malcolm’s family went after me and Jennifer, said we were lying, and got us kicked out of the academy. I’m not sure where Jennifer went. I had to do some jail time, but not much. It was enough to basically blackball me from law enforcement in Colorado. Not enough to keep me from being a glorified mall cop.”
Jack inhaled and let the breath out slowly. “My dad took it hard. He never quite believed me about that night. The Malcolms had really good lawyers, and the whole department just saw me as a bad egg. My brothers were cool about it all, but I’m not sure they believed me either. Moms and Aunt Sue always took my side, and we’ve hated the Malcolms ever since. Dad was killed soon after all that bad business. At least my dad didn’t have to bury Eli or Andy. He got to be done with funerals.”
“How did Eli die?” Gabby asked.
Jack shook his head, laughing because it still hurt to talk about Eli. “He got this freak infection from cutting himself while he was doing yardwork. Put him in the hospital, IV antibiotics didn’t do shit, and he died. Eli worked the worst of the worst here in Plum Creek, which isn’t much, but we do have our bad parts of town. After Dad got shot, we figured we wouldn’t lose anyone else. We were wrong.”
Jack drove by the Cupid’s Arrow and kept going. He pulled off at the South Creek Picnic Area, and while he couldn’t drive to the tables and fire rings, he found a place to park by the gate. He turned off his car, and they listened to the engine tick. The inside of the Ford Whatever would be warm for a while.
Bailey laughed unexpectedly. It was a jagged, unhappy sound. “It doesn’t matter, Jack. I was literally born to be evil, created by hell to fight heaven, to kill angels, and to tempt the innocent into giving me their Ijjinaya. Then, when they died, I would take their souls down into the wicked abyss. I said fuck that. Not only was it boring as hell, but I preferred lust to death. Sex is so much better than murder. Sex is fun, and exciting, and it makes me feel so good. We can decide who we want to be. If you want to fucking wear a white hat, wear a fucking white hat.”
Gabby surprised them both by tearing out of the car. She hurried off into the darkness, but it seemed like she wanted them to follow her because they could see her halo, glowing in the night.
“What crawled into her feathers and died?” Bailey asked sarcastically.
“I think I have an idea.” Jack got out of the car and went to the trunk. He grabbed the bundle of split pine he’d bought at King Soopers, then crunched across the gravel to get to the picnic area.
Gabby sat with her wings out, sword and horn on her golden belt. “Make the fire,” she said.
Bailey walked over on her stilettos, maneuvering over the dirt fairly well.
Jack got the flames crackling, and Bailey drew uncomfortably close, though she was probably basically fireproof being from hell. She’d brought a bag of supplies along with the spear and scimitar, the teeth of the two demons they’d killed. She also had her cigarettes and a little pint bottle of cinnamon schnapps.
Once the fire was burning, Gabby left the table where she’d been sitting and drew close. “Put out your hand, Jack.”
Jack stood next to the fire. He put out his hand, palm up.
Gabby had a vial of the holy water. It was glowing with silvery light. “This is sacred water, blessed by the divine and my own soul. It will tell me what I need to know.”
She dripped water on Jack’s palm. He expected it to sizzle, or to burst into flames, but nothing happened. It was warm, and actually felt pretty good.
Gabby looked at him with love in her eyes. “I would imagine you’ll be wearing a light gray hat from here on out, Jack Masterson. You’re not a black hat, and while you’ll do things I won’t approve of, you’ll follow your moral compass. I bless you, and I love you.”
Jack saw that she wasn’t saying any of that ironically.
The angel motioned for the demon to step forward. “Put out your hand, Beyazul Baal the Unclean, of the Tanichron horde.”
It wasn’t Bailey this time. It was her demonic name, and Gabby had mentioned Tanichron, which was a mistake. Bailey wasn’t a part of any horde. She’d made that clear.
“Fuck you, Feathers,” the sex demon shot back. “I’m not letting you burn me with holy water. I’m evil, okay? I’m going to use Jack’s dirty money and buy seven black hats, one for each day of the week.”
“Put out your hand, or I’ll use my horn,” Gabby said sternly.
“And I’ll fucking Exoria your ass.” The two women—one light, the other dark—stared at each other in their full forms, horns to halo, blue eyes to black.
Jack stepped between them. “Bailey, over and over, you’ve shown that you’re not a normal demon. Let’s just try. Please.”
Bailey stepped back and flung out her hand. “Fine. Burn me. I don’t care. You know, I was just fucking counting down the minutes until I could leave your lame asses in the dust.”
Gabby dumped the rest of the vial of holy water into Bailey’s palm.
The succubus winced, but nothing happened. She looked down at her wet hand in wonder, and in seconds, the water was gone, all dried up.
Bailey looked like she might burst into tears. “But, that water, I couldn’t touch it before. It was holy water, like death to vampires, or whatever. I’m evil. I’ve done shit—a thousand times, a zillion times—worse than shooting some rapist asshole in a bar parking lot.”
Tears flowed down Gabby’s cheeks. “You are not what you once were, Beyazul Baal. I bless you, and I love you.”
Gabby then stepped forward and took Bailey into her arms. The two kissed, passionately, and Jack watched, getting hard.
The angel, still holding Bailey’s waist, turned and drew Jack
in for a kiss. Their first kiss. Her smell was sweet and clean, and her body was hot. He had to close his eyes because being that close to her, her halo was getting a bit too bright.
Then his lips touched hers, and they were soft and gentle, and he thought it might be a rather innocent kiss until her tongue found his. Gabby moaned into his mouth, and whatever oath she’d taken not to get involved with either him or Bailey seemed to melt away in that moan, in that kiss.
The angel gave his mouth a last lick and she leaned back from him. “I need you to fuck me as hard as you fucked Bailey.”
Was it the first time he’d heard the angel curse? He thought so. But he wasn’t about to complain or tell her no.
Chapter Thirty-One
JACK PICKED GABBY UP and carried her to the picnic table by the fire.
Bailey must’ve read his mind because she tossed a few logs in, to get bigger flames and to give them some time for their sex. He didn’t want to pause to stoke the fire.
Jack helped Gabby out of her blazer, and she set it demurely down on the table. Then it was easy to slip the angel’s blouse off, and he kissed her all the while. Her scent was in his nose, her sweet perfume, that innocent smell, but down deeper was her horny body, mystical and musky. The angel was sweating, and he couldn’t imagine her sweet face looking hotter.
She tasted as good as she smelled, and her mouth was a warm, wet paradise. Now that Gabby had made up her mind, she sucked on his tongue and wiggled up against him. Bailey sidled up against them, her dress pulled down to expose her tits, the firelight gleaming on those miles of dark skin. Bailey cupped her breasts as she watched them making out. “I can feel lust from her. I shouldn’t be able to, but I do.”
“No, it can’t be.” Then Gabby couldn’t talk because she pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. It seemed she’d rather moan than talk.
Jack unhooked the angel’s bra and then got a hand up underneath the underwire to cup her tit. The nipple hardened in his palm. The angel ripped her bra off and grabbed his other hand. “Feel my tits. I can’t be leaking Ijjinaya. It’s Nefesh, it has to be.”
Jack had both of his hands full of Gabby’s pliant flesh.
The angel’s chin was gleaming with the spit from their kiss. “Pinch my nipples. I really want to feel you. I really want you to be rough with me. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care. I know you’re good. I know Bailey is good. I’m following my own moral compass, and it wants this. I want this.”
Bailey was on all fours on the picnic table, coming over to them like a lioness hunting prey. Bailey sucked on the angel’s neck. Meanwhile, Jack grabbed Gabby’s pink nipples, rubbery and long, and applied pressure, pulling on the sensitive nubs.
“Yes!” the angel hissed.
While Bailey was licking and sucking on her neck. Jack found himself grinding his cock against the angel’s panties. Her skirt was pulled up and their sexes were jammed against each other. He kissed the angel again, and she was whimpering now, her left hand pressed against his back, while the right hand was grabbing Bailey’s shapely ass. Bailey’s dress had been pulled up and over her hips. He wasn’t sure when Bailey had lost her underwear, or if she’d ever had underwear in the first place, but she was mostly naked now, her breasts dangling, her pussy exposed to the night.
Bailey licked her way down the angel’s chest until the demon was sucking on Jack’s fingers. It was like the demon either wanted to suck on his cock or Gabby’s big pink nipple. Jack took his hand off Gabby’s tit and Bailey latched onto the rubbery nub, sucking hard and making Gabby gasp again.
Jack knew if she liked that, she’d really like what he could do to her.
Her skirt was pushed up, and Jack knelt down and pressed his face against her lacy white panties, fragrant with her juices. He could almost smell how fertile she was, and he loved the difference between her innocent sweetness and her nasty cunt.
The minute his mouth got anywhere near her clit, the angel whimpered. “Don’t tease, Jack. I’ve thought about this so much, ever since the first time I saw you and Bailey on that bed together. I masturbated every night, but I’m still curious about this body and all the things it can feel.”
Jack pulled her soaked panties to the side. Her mouth had been wet, but her pussy was wetter. It was a pink, gleaming wonderland with her juices dribbling down over her precious rosebud between her delicious ass cheeks. There wasn’t even the hint of pubic hair.
Nothing could stop Jack from giving that pussy another sniff, and then he had to taste that sweetness. He split her pussy lips with his tongue, licking up her sex to the big sensitive clit at the top. That he licked, first to the left, then to the right, and then he got his entire mouth around it and sucked.
He looked up to see Bailey sucking on the angel’s right tit. Gabby was pulling on her left nipple.
“Oh, yes, I love my clit. I love you sucking on my clit. I’m going to do it. I’m going to come.” A second later, Gabby was pushed over the edge. The angel couldn’t help but let her halo glow, and that glow matched her orgasm, pulsing, growing bright enough to shine on the cottonwoods around them, to light up the park for miles, then dimming before another wave of the orgasm made her cry out, and the halo again radiated light.
Gabby’s orgasm caused such a glorious light show, and Jack had to laugh a little. He could imagine the park service sending out someone to check out who had the searchlight. No, it was late on a Wednesday night, no one was around for miles, and the park was officially closed. And if someone did show up, Jack would simply stop time.
For now, he liked the feel of the breeze, the sound of cottonwoods clattering, and the smell of Plum Creek, somewhere off in the darkness.
Bailey adjusted herself so her ass was high in the air and her face was right next to Jack’s. “Let me taste this fucking bitch’s cunt.”
“Such language!” Gabby yelped. “But let her taste me, Jack. Let that fucking demon taste what a real pussy tastes like.” Then she gasped, as if talking dirty was even more nasty because she was so against any kind of cursing.
Jack kissed the demon, and there was no doubt that Bailey got a mouthful of the angel’s juices.
Bailey stuck her tongue in Jack’s mouth, as if to get every drop of the angel’s essence. Then Bailey got to experience the angel’s pussy for the first time directly. Bailey licked across the angel’s thigh and then sucked on Gabby’s clit, which brought the demon’s nose right over that dripping slit.
“It’s your turn, Jack. Bailey can eat my pussy while I suck your cock.” Gabby blinked. “I can’t believe I’m cursing so much, but the dirtier I talk, the hornier I get. I do want to suck your cock, Jack. Please, stick your cock in my fucking mouth.”
The angel was moving her hips up to meet Bailey’s mouth, and she’d stopped playing with her own tits. Her left arm was back, anchoring her body, which was heavier because of her white wings. Her right had reached around to caress Bailey’s hairy pussy, maybe even her asshole. Gabby’s lust had been unlocked, quite literally, since even Jack could feel the Ijjinaya spilling out of the angel’s core.
Jack threw his jacket and shirt into the dirt. He whipped off his shoes, socks, and pants. Naked, he felt the heat of the fire wash over his back, while his chest felt the cold for an instant until he stood on the seat of the picnic table.
Then the heat of both Bailey and the angel warmed him like nothing else.
Gabby’s eyes brightened. She smiled with such unrestrained excitement, innocence, and pure joy at the sight of his cock. Jack thought he’d never been harder. His dick felt like a piece of iron jutting out from his body. Then Gabby leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his sex. She sucked hard and then took him deeper, getting him into the back of her throat. She gasped, and spit ran down her mouth and dripped off her chin and onto her tits.
Jack took her head and fucked her mouth—she said she wanted to be treated rough. Gabby sucked and purred and gagged on his cock even while she fingered Bailey’s hol
es—even while she arched her hips to make Bailey suck her angelic clit harder.
Gabby managed to push him back for a second, and she looked up into his eyes. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste it. I want to taste you.”
Just her saying that was all Jack needed.
She took him again, using her hand, stroking him while she sucked on him. Remembering what Gabby had said made his orgasm hit hard. The heaven started in his head and then radiated down. He rode the waves of his orgasm. At every peak, he felt his cock pulse as he came in Gabby’s mouth. She swallowed every drop even as another epic orgasm took over the angel’s body, reigniting her halo. They both shared the pleasure, and they both shared the Ijjinaya coming off them in waves.
They weren’t alone. Bailey let out a squeal. “Oh, you both are such horny fuckers. I can feel you both coming, and it gets me so horny. I’m so full of Ijjinaya. It’s so good. That angel lust is so good.”
Jack, legs weak, stepped to the ground, moving back to see what Bailey and Gabby would do next.
The sex demon got on her knees at the top of the table. She pulled off her dress and flung it at Jack, who caught it and added it to the pile of clothes on the ground. Nice thing about a demon, she didn’t give a shit about getting her clothes dirty.
Now that Bailey was naked, she let her tail unfurl behind her. The tip was rounded, and Jack knew what that meant. The demon circled the extra appendage around Gabby’s neck. “Lose the wings, Feathers.”
Gabby folded her wings in on themselves until all traces of the feathers were gone. Her back was human again.
Bailey used her tail to pull the angel back until Gabby was laying with her back on the picnic table. The demon was breathing hard, her words coming out in gasps. “You’ve already come twice, you greedy whore. Now it’s my turn. Now it’s Bailey’s turn to come in your face!”
