"Thanks for having me over again, Daniel," Casey said as she took the apple juice from him. He sat down. They were in the same chairs used the day before by himself and Sonya Berg. "What is it you have to tell me?"
Daniel stared into his glass of scotch.
"Or we could just sit here a while, if you want to take your time."
"Did you find out anything about that book, or what the card means?" Casey sipped her drink and shook her head.
"The card means nothing I've been able to discover. The book was rubbish, a novelty item. It has some nice pictures in it, though."
"I thought as much..."
"I can't see any connection between the two items. Have you learned something?"
"Casey, why does your Order use this library?" She sat back and looked around the room. "I know I'm not supposed to ask, but you just admitted the texts here are trifling."
"Some of them."
"Many of these books have been around for centuries. If they had any power, someone would have found it, and used it. This collection would be locked up in a secret base, somewhere. It's not a big deal." She twisted her mouth into a wry grin.
"It's not the size, Daniel. It's what you do with it." The ice in his glass clinked and he adjusted his posture. "Why are you asking this? You've always respected the Silence before."
"These are extraordinary circumstances." She pondered that for a moment, and then nodded.
"I suppose that's true. Perhaps you do deserve some answers." She set her glass on the side table, and stroked her thighs. "Okay, history lesson. Millennia ago, there were some island nations that could be attacked at all times, from all directions. Naturally becoming xenophobic and paranoid, they developed a martial culture that even affected their norms of sexuality. To the east there was another land, renowned for its naval trade, that developed a compensatory approach to the harmful tide of unchecked hostility from the islands. The arts of Venus were perfected in temples where sacred prostitution was practiced. Eventually, those rituals became the skills my Order commands today." Daniel seemed absorbed by what she was saying.
"But why use these volumes? If they're just..." He was interrupted by a breaking window. Casey was on her feet instantly, and held out her hand to warn him from rising. There was the sound of scuffling as claws dragged on the floor above, carpet was torn, furniture knocked over. The heavy scraping moved to the bare wood at the landing. Mentally reciting a magical formula, the witch produced a blue, six-inch dildo from a hidden hole at the crotch of her sleek running pants. Daniel stared in shock at the exposed rod.
The beast scrambled down the staircase, its destructive clumsiness splintering balusters and denting the wainscot. They had their first look at it then, a vision not unlike Lon Chaney Jr.'s portrayal of the Wolf Man. It roared and a swipe of its paw smashed the statue on the end of the banister. Recognizing Casey, its yellow eyes narrowed with murderous hate, and its noise was reduced to a low growl.
They met in the wide hallway, the woman's left arm hooking around the creature's neck so she could pivot herself to piggyback it. She caught its flailing right arm with her own, and brought them both to their knees. The monster tore at her left arm with its left while its right blindly sought purchase on the tile around them. Her grips tightened as she tried to knock it out.
It thrust backward so that they fell still joined, and the witch wrapped her powerful legs around its torn dress shirt. It broke free of her hands and bent forward in a fit of gasping. She scissored its midsection and in a moment they were on their right sides, her hold on its neck reestablished while she supported herself with her right elbow. The creature's right arm pinned, it tried to swat her with its left, raging hysterically, but she caught the arm with her left and slid her right around its neck, so they hit the floor with a thud. All the while her irresistible thighs relentlessly crushed the undead force from the lycanthrope.
Its right arm was at last free and tried to loosen her grip on its throat. Casey's crossed legs flexed and flexed with preternatural strength, mercilessly working to end the mortal struggle. Suddenly the attacker's spirit waned and it went limp on the floor. The woman sent it rolling off of her and stood up, continuing to observe it closely. She quickly discarded her zip-up jacket, leaving only a sports bra on her athletic upper body. As she'd suspected, the enemy was playing possum, and when it leapt at her she caught it in a bear hug, and deliberately fell backward with great speed, to bash its head on the hard tile beneath them. Sensing defeat, it grew even more wild, lashing out with berserker fury but with no idea of where it was sending its blows. She maintained her body lock and slunk around it to mount the desperate horror's back in an iron straddle.
Her sneaker's soles clamped its knees together between them, and her hands snapped into position on its shoulders from below. Serpentine undulation stoked the cock into place, and when she felt the give of its hole, she pushed forward and into the ass of the submitting wretch. A piteous howl escaped the hairy maw in a signal of its total defeat. Casey kept her form firmly stuck to that of her vanquished foe, with a calm seriousness on her face. The short pumps came once every several seconds, soothingly and with the peace that follows long conflict. As the beaten beast lay sighing on the floor, she slowly rose.
She looked at Daniel. He was unhurt, but awed.
"Still don't believe in the supernatural?"
"What... What is it?"
"They're called the Null. This is what's left of a human being after the power of intelligent life is siphoned out of it. The Order's been investigating them since they first showed up here, a few months ago. We believe they're connected to the homeless people reported missing in this neighborhood."
