CHAPTER 13 - Power Restored.
Darian wandered the new world. It was late in the evening, darkness beginning to fall. It was so alien to him. Full of people in strange clothes, and these car things! To him, a new kind of magic, large wheeled hunks of metal that moved people around.
This world will take some getting used to, he thought. He felt so out of place. People stared at his large frame as he passed. Menacing in his long leather coat. Men looked concerned. Woman stared lustfully. The aura he emanated drew their attention.
He had decided he had to get out. The skinny girl had been crying and shouting because he had killed her pet cock. It had offended his ears.
He had an important mission though. He needed more sex. Twice more should be enough to revive him. Then he can impregnate Greta and she can give birth to the destroyer of this strange new world.
Greta had suggested he use the girls that were strung up on the walls. Effy and Isha he remembered their names were. But if he did they would die, and he wasn't sure yet if he wanted that.
The Effy girl was powerful. She would be a good minion for his son. A great body too. Along with the Isha girl they would look good by his side. If he could turn them. If not they will die. The fates will do what they please.
Greta wouldn't like it, he knew. Tough shit, he thought. He was the father of the chosen one. She would do as he said.
His attention was diverted when he glanced in a shop window. A blonde woman caught his eye through the glass. It was a cafe, the sign said. Whatever that is, he thought. He entered.
A bell rang as the door swung open. The woman was sweeping and her eyes turned to Darian. They widened slightly at his size. She was pretty, Darian thought. Middle aged and a great figure. Full breasts, slim waist, and a firm round ass. Long wavy blonde hair. She was wearing a long summer dress. Light blue with white birds.
"Sorry we're closing soon," she said. Her eyes swept over the man's body and stopped at the bulge between his legs. She felt an instant arousal. "We can make you a coffee?"
"That would be nice," he said. Flashing his most disarming smile. He hadn't missed the 'we' part. Who else was here, he wondered.
"How do you like it?" the woman said. She couldn't take her eyes off his handsome face. His long dark hair framed his hard face. She could just see tattoos on his neck line of his t-shirt.
"Surprise me," he replied. He had no idea what she was on about.
"I'm Abbie," she said. She wasn't overly sure why she was giving this man her name. Apart from the fact he was very attractive.
"Darian," he offered in return. Darian scanned the room for someone else. Killing someone would be messy, but necessary.
"Freya!" Abbie shouted. "Can you make an Americano please?" There was a pause whilst she listened for a reply.
"I've just cleaned the machine!" came a female voice back again. Darian's eyes lit up.
"Just do it please," Abbie shouted back. "My daughter. Always in a rush to get out."
"'I'll be late out now," Freya grumbled inside the kitchen as she made the coffee. Her mother could never say no to that last customer. At 18 years old Freya spent most of her Saturday nights out in town, and this one was going to be no different. The earlier she could get around her friends house to get ready the better.
She made the coffee, stuck it in on a tray with some hot milk and exited the kitchen.
When she saw the huge man talking to her mum she nearly dropped the tray. Freya knew very well that when she was around attractive men she became the clumsiest idiot you could know. And this man was certainly attractive to her.
She concentrated hard as she walked across the cafe and put the tray down. The man's deep blue eyes watched her every move. Normally this would creep her out, but his eyes just filled her with want.
"Thank you," Darian said. He couldn't believe his luck. The daughter was a young slim version of her mum. Long blonde hair. Hers was straight though. Smaller breasts and ass. More slender. She was wearing a pair of blue sports shorts. High on her waist and high on her slender tanned thighs. She had on a yellow t-shirt.
Freya went and stood by her mum. They both stared at him.
Darian stood and took his long leather coat off. His large biceps stretching his t-shirt. Abbie let out a small moan.
"You can get off if you want," Abbie said to Freya.
"What!" Freya said. It took her a second to realise what her mum meant. "Oh no it's okay. I'll wait for you." No way was she leaving this man for her mum. He's mine, she thought. Or even better, both of ours. She wasn't fussy.
Darian smiled. "Did you say you were closing?" he asked. He took in a large gulp of coffee. He wasn't overly sure on the taste.
Freya looked at her mum who hadn't seemed to notice. That should have been hot, she thought. Hot like him. She felt so turned on. She wondered if his cock was as big as the rest of him.
Abbie was wondering the same thing. She was annoyed that her daughter hadn't left. She wanted this man right now.
"Um yeah," Abbie said, coming out of her trance. "I might as well close. I'll let you out when you've finished your coffee." Abbie crossed the room and locked the door. She put the blinds down.
"I won't be long," Darian said. He smiled at Freya as her mum's back was turned.
Freya nearly orgasmed on the spot. She felt herself leak slightly into her panties. A small groan escaped her lips. Fuck, what's wrong with me, she thought.
Her mum noticed and became instantly jealous. "Go finish cleaning the kitchen," she told Freya.
"But mum...." started Freya.
"No buts," Abbie said. "Go, or there's no going out tonight."
Freya stomped off, raging. How could her mum embarrass her in front of the hot man. She started angrily finishing off the kitchen.
Abbie couldn't help but cross the cafe and stand by Darian. She looked down at him in his chair. She wanted him so badly.
Darian looked up at the mum. These two were so perfect. He reached out and put his hand under Abbie's skirt, running his hand up her thigh. He caressed her leg, moving higher.
Abbie moaned at his touch. She felt pleasure run through her body to between her legs. It got stronger as the hand rose higher and touched her through her panties.
"My daughter?" Abbie protested weakly as Darian rubbed her gently. He pushed the fabric into her. Her swollen pussy lips spreading and letting the tips of his fingers in.
