A lot of people grew up thinking their dad was invincible, I know I certainly did. I had a reason to, because my dad was what you would a call a sorcerer, a master of the mystic arts and supernatural energies that inhabit our world. A long time ago, way before I was born, he found a set of rings that allowed him to harness the magical energies of our world. This was no Harry Potter magic, these rings were demonically tainted, and allowed my dad to throw fireballs, fly, see evil and other things like that. My dad knew they were tainted but used them anyways to vanquish evil, using his willpower to keep the taint at bay.
Dad was a tall, skinny man with a closely shaven goatee that was strangely brown even when the rest of his hair was snowy white. I've been told he was charming when he was younger, I always knew him as serious, but he must have been charming to marry my mother. She was what people call a knockout, 5'7 blonde with blue eyes, both of which I inherited, and a body that she worked out for years to attain.
I'm a real mix of them, tall, well built, blue eyes, short blonde hair; I'd be your typical Joe handsome at high school. Except I never went to high school and I have what most people would call an intense stare that belies my joking, cocky nature. My twin brother John was my opposite, skinny, tall with brown hair like my dad, and somehow he had poor eyesight that required him to wear glasses. He was arrogant where I was cocky; he had his nose in the air all the time and was usually in his own little world.
John and I lived with my mom until we were 13, when she lost her job and money became tight. So we went and travelled with my dad on his "Journey's" as he called them, we just called them hunts. He would travel the world hunting evil, demons, vampires, werewolves; you know what normal people see only in their nightmares. We learned a lot from my dad, although he seemed to teach me more of the physical stuff than my brother, probably because I was twice the athlete my brother was. Whatever the case, my father seemed to favour me and planned, unbeknownst to me and my brother, to hand me down the rings when he retired.
When I was 20 one of my dad's hunts took place in a Midwest town and involved my dad staking out a building for a couple weeks so my brother and I got some rare time to explore. My brother elected to stay in the hotel and surf the internet, so I went out alone and explored.
I was out at the local mall when I got the feeling of being watched, a fairly common feeling when you lived with my dad but still, considering what I've seen, it was unsettling. I did what I was taught and went to the busiest place in mall which turned out to be the food court. I slipped into a crowd by the McDonalds and tried to see anyone watching, looking or following me. It took me a second but I discovered my follower, a rather hot looking brunette with gorgeous green eyes who, when I looked at her, looked away really quickly.
"Well Riley my boy," I could hear my dad saying to me countless times, "Looks like you've got an admirer, a rather hot one at that." I smiled to myself and decided that I had gone too long without the company of a young woman and went over to talk to her. Now I may have been young but I was pretty good looking and had had more than one steamy affair with a gorgeous young, and on a few occasions old, woman. After a minute of awkward conversation, I convinced her to go get some food at one of the random restaurants by the food court. Her name was Amy and she was 21, lived in town, and was a few weeks away from starting her new job as a detective. I told her the usually crap, my dad was a travelling salesmen and I was in town for a bit.
It's not that I liked lying to people but I knew that most people are more than sceptical at thought of demons and such and tended to either freak people out or cause them to call you a mental patient. It was a wonder my mom had believed my dad but then again he had the rings and ability to back up his claims. Let's just say I can be just as charming as anyone and I genuinely liked Amy so after a nice lunch and a bit of shopping we decided to see each other at least a few more times before I left town.
Let's cut to the point, I fell for her and she fell for me and I began having doubts about continuing on with my dad, and brother. After 3 weeks of going out my dad finished his hunt and I knew I had a decision to make, or at least I thought I did. My dad had met Amy and could easily tell that we were crazy about each other and had decided, again without me or my brother that we would stay in town for a while. I thought John would be seething, but for some reason he was actually really happy and supportive which surprised my dad as much as it did me. I told Amy that my dad had decided to stay and after dinner we went too celebrated at her house. Her dad was the chief of police and had taken her mom and younger brother out to a public function, an auction or something, so we had the house to ourselves for a while.
Amy was more than a smart, funny, and really hot detective; she was incredible in bed, all the ferocity of a jungle cat combined with the gentleness of a lifelong lover. The second we got into her house we were all over each other, my hands went instantly to her amazing ass, squeezing it and lifting her into the air. She responded by shoving her tongue in my mouth, and wrapping her legs firmly around my back while her hands clung tightly to the back of my head. We continued kissing for 5 minutes, our lips bonded together, before I carried her upstairs to her room.
Kicking the door open I went in and sat back onto her king-sized bed with legs still wrapped around me we continued kissing for a while. Eventually Amy pushed me onto my back as we stopped for awhile to look into each other's eyes in a moment of pure mushy affection that always seems to happen in the movies. After which we kissed for a few more minutes while our hands began groping each other until she detached her lips from mine and sat up, breathing heavily.
She quickly lifted her shirt over her head and threw it and her bra over her shoulder before literally tearing my shirt off my chest. I looked up at her questioningly, and she just gave me an impish smile before grabbing my head and bringing it to her more than adequate chest. It never ceased to amaze me how she kept such a gorgeously, tight figure and still had perfectly natural C cup tits that had absolutely no sag. I contemplated this for the millionth time for less than a second before hungrily beginning to suck and nibble on her tits and hardened, pink nipples. I switched back and forth between her tits, keeping them satisfied and covered in saliva, while her nails lightly scratched my back in a circular pattern.
I then undid her jeans and slipped a figure into her panties to rub her moist pussy, as always enjoying the sensation of her smooth, clean shaven pussy. I went from lightly flicking her engrossed clit, and fingering her pussy with first one, then two fingers. This caused her moans to intensify and her nails to increase in pressure on my back to the point where they were close to breaking the skin. I slowly slipped more fingers down her panties until I had my entire palm down her pants, rubbing her clit.
