Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Hey guys, this is the second (and longer) split of what was originally chapter 8.
Thanks to Lunarlilith, CaptainObvious, Truehearts, and GCMIVB4 for editing assistance.
Enjoy.
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The pale purple liquid glittered up at him out of the little vial cradled in his hand. Chris sighed and tucked it back into his short's pocket.
He glanced at the air beside him again, knowing Lillian was walking in-stride and imagining the way her wide hips would no doubt be swaying. Invisible, it was distracting to even hear her unnaturally light footfalls as they walked through the underground connection to the Compound.
This morning as she'd gotten up, she made sure to give him a show getting dressed. Chris hadn't really thought about how provocative watching a woman put clothes on could be. So far it had always been about getting them off.
Watching her pull charcoal stockings up onto her silky thighs and clip them onto a lacy garter belt had made his cock tent the bedding obscenely. She only laughed and then wiggled her ass sexily into a navy pencil skirt that came up to the narrowest part of her waist, clinging to her figure. Next came some odd sort of doe-skin halter top which struggled to contain her breasts and left her arms bare. As she started slipping on her 'combat boots' as he liked to call them, he suddenly realised she wasn't going to be wearing any undergarments at all today. Her rather utilitarian black boots didn't really fit her outfit very well but the rest of the ensemble was so skin-tight that it didn't matter.
Now all he could think about as he walked beside her on their way to meet Michelle was that she was completely commando. He had to struggle against the desire to drag her into some sort of secluded little alcove and ravage her. His cock was dangerously conspicuous down the side of his leg, throbbing in protest of the way he was working himself up. Meeting two members of the team Michelle was putting together with a pocket-hard-on was going to make him look like some sort of horny teenager...
They met up with Michelle outside a small conference room just off the main reception area of the Compound. With her were two very unnerved women.
Michelle introduced the first as Lisa Hess, a shortish Caucasian woman with quite a nice figure and very short, almost boyish brown hair. She wore a grey suit and Chris, ever the lecherous male, struggled not to let his eyes dip to assess her shapely body as they shook hands.
The second was a tall, powerfully built African-American woman introduced as Katherine (Kat) Jackson. She was almost as tall as Lillian, who would be considered a giant of a woman. But where Lillian was voluptuous, Kat was all lean muscle and very obviously in peak physical condition. She looked quite young in the company of Lisa and Michelle. Perhaps it was her more casual attire of jeans, a white tank top, and some sort of dark leather riding jacket. When they shook hands, her grip was overly strong, like she was challenging him. Indeed, her brown eyes narrowed when he simply smiled back at her. He wondered what he'd done wrong to piss her off in the ten seconds they'd been aware of each other's existence.
Lillian, still invisible, let out the tiniest hiss of disapproval at his side.
Michelle noticed the little exchange and ushered them into the conference room where she'd set up a projector. Chris got a good look at Kat's backside in her skin-tight jeans and had to admit it looked superb, if a little slim for his refined taste. This time Lillian let out an affronted little grunt. He shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps his mysterious third heritage was pig?
As with just about everything in the Compound, the room was richly decorated. The carpet extravagantly thick and soft, the chairs firm but comfortable. A huge oak table dominated the spacious room. The walls were a calming teal and the ceiling was mostly cream but had an incredibly detailed thin stencil pattern overlaid in green and blue. Two dim light orbs shone out from inlaid recesses, providing soft illumination. Neither woman seemed to have noticed that unusual magical detail.
"Okay, you've both been given dossiers on the basic overview of our situation," Michelle stood with her tablet in hand as Kat and Lisa took seats opposite Chris around the oak table. Lillian stood behind him, invisible, her hands resting possessively on his shoulders. "Through somewhat dubious means, we have discovered the existence of magical Beings who have coexisted with us in secret for thousands of years."
"Still ain't sure I believe it," Kat interrupted in her Atlanta accent. From her relaxed position in her chair, she seemed to be exuding bravado.
"We'll take care of that today," Michelle smiled indulgently. "Anyway. You've accepted jobs here in Denver working under me in the youngest child agency in the Department of Defence family, the Being Interaction Agency. You've both got top level clearance as of this morning and you've signed your lives away with our strictest confidentiality agreements. Given your backgrounds and discipline, it shouldn't be too hard to keep your mouths shut for a few more months until we're ready to go public with the news. That is of the utmost importance."
Everyone nodded agreement, uncontrolled release of that sort of information would be a nightmare. Both women had thoroughly read the briefings they'd been given. They sort of read like a fairy tale and were deliberately vague on specific details. However, the jobs they'd been offered were very real and paid very well.
"Anyway. I brought you in early because someone in our broadening network of people in the know has failed to keep their damn mouths shut. As a result, we've ended up with a public gunfight in front of a popular Being nightclub here in the city. It was an attempted kidnapping of our resident delinquent here, Chris Baryst."
Lisa's head cocked and her blue eyes were suddenly piercing him with a brutal assessment.
"Christopher Baryst? Who supposedly took out three assailants and incapacitated two more in the middle of an automatic gunfight?" Lisa's superiors at the local FBI field office here in Denver had been trying to contact him for questioning ever since the club shooting and here she was in the very same room with him.
"Guilty," he said a little sheepishly, feeling Lillian's grip on his shoulder tighten.
"You've got some questions to answer if you wouldn't mind coming down to East 36
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Ave with me after this?" only the way the smaller woman said it left no doubt that she wasn't asking at all.
"Bup-bup-bup-bup, bup-bup," Michelle scolded, "Hands off my asset, FBI skank. Anyway, you work for me now and if I find out you're playing for both sides, even though we're technically on the same side, I will literally defenestrate the living shit out of your career. This is too important."
Chris mocked swooning at his protector across the table and he felt Lillian relax again. Kat even had the audacity to chuckle at the special agent's bemused reaction.
"He's all yours," Lisa relented. "Old habits, you know."
"Yes, well, he's ours actually. As for you, young lady," Michelle looked meaningfully at Kat. "I've seen your Marine record. You might be just about the only woman to pass muster for dedicated frontline combat units but I won't tolerate any of your bullshit. You are not the hottest shit on this block let me assure you. I plucked you from a logistics base so you wouldn't die of boredom but I'm going to need you to keep an open mind and adapt on the fly. You've got a lot to learn."
