"Fuck I needed that!"
Detective Heather Choi rolled off of her one night stand Coroner Keith Bryson. His dick an amazing ride for the last three hours she was wired and needed to get back home to shower and change before heading to work.
"Heather hold up?" Keith panted, a ball of sweat after non stop activity. Looking at him with a pathetic look she shook her head and collapsed into his arms for a cuddle session. "That's not what I was stopping you for, but I'm cool with it." He chuckled. "Not gonna lie I've dreamt of this more than just yesterday. Almost a year now."
"Don't get too sappy you might not have a job if I don't get to the precinct. I don't date unemployed perverts."
"Thanks for helping me out."
"Thanks for helping me out." She giggled, "Yes I said it! Look Keith I like you but I'm not into any relationship stuff. I like keeping it..."
"I'm making love to you again so don't argue." He got bold.
"Look at you Mister Dominant! You know I normally carry hand cuffs right?"
"Bring 'em on Babe!"
"I can do that. But once I lock you in I'm leaving." She razzed him, "Listen...we have a demon problem we need to solve. You're the only other person that has seen what I have."
"Felt! I'm remembering slowly him being in me. I couldn't resist him...it."
"Sounds horrible! That thing told me about a girl I met yesterday at Crowley Manson. Right after Hector Alonzo was found dead, then hours later Cynthia Drewbeck. She's connected to this somehow. I need to stop by the Girl's home and find out...wait...she introduced herself to me...I remember now...Raven Moore...I joked with her about Shakespeare. Raven Nevermore!" She peeled away from Keith's warm body and sat up. "I need to get on this Keith."
"This?" He whipped the sheet aside to show his massive erection.
"Don't..." She frowned staring at how sturdy he was, "...tempt me." Grumbling she caved and straddled his big boy for another five minutes. She blamed him if he lost his job. Showering together shortly after she got dressed and raced out.
Keith Bryson smiled and told himself, "Way we fucked this morning...I think we were both possessed." Swallowing at the thought he added, "Bad choice of words. Let's go with obsessed. Shit! What if he possesses me again?"
One night stand even for Noigel!
But, Keith didn't know that!
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"Oh my God! My feet are killing me."
Gwen Alonzo had only walked three miles thus far and had another fifty to go if forced to walk the entire way back to Boston. Out on the country roads not much traffic was evident, not even fishermen up at the crack of dawn hoping to catch the local bass feeding in shallower water. With only the birds singing it was peaceful for the most part, with the exception of a horrendous worry that another big bird might try attacking her like the great snowy owl did earlier in the morning. An owl that was inhabited by a certain demonic nomad called Noigel out to torment Gwen just to make young Raven Mourn come out of hiding. The more drama he caused the more his chances were of feeding on the girls life force, oh even Noigel had an agenda. That being grab her when she was just learning how to adapt to her newfound hereditary traits and having not completely mastered them. He was not having as good luck in luring her out as he had hoped. Somehow...this baby Succubus was...different.
"I'm trying to figure out how to boost up your energy levels like I did when we sank Brandon's car." The soul of Hector Alonzo, Gwen's ex now residing within her offered, "If I can do that it might relax your muscles and make the walk less tiresome."
"How are you even attempting that Hector?"
"Honestly I have no idea. What I do know is this...since switching from Raven to Jody, then Jody to you, my soul is recuperating. I think Raven was simply feeding on my soul too heavily without knowing that she was the cause. Jumping into loved ones who truly cared about me has increased my own energy levels."
"Wait! You still love Hector?" Brandon Wilkes, her late fiancΓ©e whom was burnt to ashes was now also sharing her body, three souls in a cluster. An unexpected reunion with Brandon as Gwen attempted to spread his ashes only to inhale a portion of them in a tug of war between she and the owl over the bag of expired masculinity. With only a guess on Hector's part it seemed that a residue left within Brandon's ashes sent his own soul into Gwen when she inhaled him. Best cocaine high ever!
"He was my first love Brandon. As much as I love you he will always be a part of me...us now. Stop being a baby and accept that we're stuck with one another."
"Soulmates?" Brandon asked.
"It seems so." Hector chuckled, "Sorry to crash the party."
"Hey Gwen always did want a threesome." Brandon laughed.
"OH MY GOD! Tell the world!" She rolled her eyes, "When I suggested that I never meant the three of us and you know it."
"She wanted her fitness trainer Gustave." Brandon had to get it out there.
"Gus is sexy! At least I never cheated on you Brandon."
"Only on me." Hector sighed.
"LOOK! I can't handle this right now. You both need to shut up."
"She's right!" Brandon admitted, "Gus was a sexy dude!"
"Are you...bi? Were you that is?" Hector questioned.
"Don't worry I never looked at your ass. Only on rare occasions!"
"And, you knew this Gwen?"
"When we get back to your house I'm finding where you hid your gun and I'm ending it."
"Somehow I don't think shooting yourself will do any good anymore." Hector pointed out the obvious, "Unless the invincible barrier you share with Jody ceases function. Our luck all three of our souls will move over to my cat Theodore."
"Lovely! Can I just walk in peace here? It's a beautiful day. At least I'm not getting rained on."
The parade was on it's way. Behind her at a distance Gwen reacted to an oncoming truck. "Oh my God! My savior!" She began waving, in doing so her white shirt lifted a bit too much at her hips and her inner thighs were a show for the world to see. She didn't even care at the moment. "PLEASE STOP!"
Distance closing the gap the large truck slowed down, the sun reflecting on the windshield prevented Gwen from seeing the driver. All she knew was it had to be a guy driving such a big truck up on a lift kit. Camo paintjob told a tale as well. Coming to a stop next to her Gwen opened the passenger door and struggled to climb up to view the driver. As if being goosed from within she yelped and flew up as if a burst of strength in her grip. "Who did that?" She asked her thoughts.
"Joint effort!" Brandon laughed, "Looked like you needed a little goose in our gander."
"Stop talking about birds."
"Bees?"
"Shut up Brandon." She wanted to laugh but needed to acquaint with the driver. Reaching a level to peer over the seat Gwen got the shock of her life. It was a little old woman with red hair but covered in gray.
"G'mornin'!" She smiled with a missing tooth.
"Oh goodness! I didn't expect a woman driver." Gwen grinned. "How do you even climb up into this truck?"
"Stronger than I look. I swig Geritol like it's goin' out of style. Witches brew I say!" She cackled tipping her camo colored hat up on her forehead to see better through her dark sunglasses. "Where you headed Sweetie?"
"Boston. As far as you can get me is fine. I'm just grateful you came to my rescue."
"Rough night?" The old gal eyed Gwen as she sat down struggling to hide her thighs with her shirt, especially when reaching to close her door. "Missin' some britches?"
"Sorry! Long story not as fun as it might appear!"
"Don't reveal your identity." Hector warned her.
"Hi, I'm...Ashley." Gwen offered a handshake. The woman started to reach then noticed Gwen's halo covered wrists and refrained.
"Sorry! Germaphobe! Call me...Granny!"
"I understand! Nice to meet you Granny."
"Likewise!" She says just as the roar of a big cat shocked Gwen making her jump and look toward the back of the truck.
"That's just Sabastian. Don't pay him no mind he's pissed because I'm makin' him ride in the bed. He's usually a front seat kind of kitty."
"What...kind of...cat?"
"Don't sound familiar?" She cackled! "Witch joke, buckle up...it's the law."
"Right!" Gwen connected her seatbelt, "What did I just walk into guys?"
"We are in Witch country." Hector sighed, "With everything we've witnessed nothing would surprise me."
"Think she can wiggle her nose like Samantha from Bewitched?" Brandon jested.
"As long as it isn't her ass." Hector laughed back.
"You two are ate up." Gwen grumbled.
Almost! Raven Moore aka Mourn might have digested Hector at least.
There is a God!
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"How do we get that guy out of the tree without people seeing us?"
Jody Alonzo now wearing a t-shirt borrowed from her Father's dresser joined Raven Moore in one of her spare outfits from her luggage. Raven peering out the opened front door noticed early morning traffic in the neighborhood. "At least there's other trees blocking his dangling. Strong branches!"
"I'm swimming in Dad's t-shirt. I just don't want to ruin my dress."
"Your body is not that far from my size. You can wear a pair of my jeans if you want."
"We can't get locked up in Dad's house Raven. We should go to my house and get what we need."
"Or..." Raven wiggled her brows, "We can go clothes shopping. Your dad left you money out the wazoo!"
"He did didn't he? Thing is can I access it until his Will is read?"