With a rampaging dragon tearing up downtown and trying to eat Areth, Lyden rushes to the rescue. Unfortunately he's still extremely weak from healing Captain Richard Jewkes's officer, and even Becky and Lisa are exhausted from the effort. How will Lyden surpass this challenge?
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Chapter 26
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Blue and the Grand Meister
I waste no time in running for the elevator, wishing I had the strength left in me to super speed. Healing Johnathan took almost everything I have. I almost knock over the doctors as they rush into the newly restored man's room.
"Lyden, what are you going to do?" Brooke asks me as she catches me before I tip over from dodging the doctors. "You're too weak to stand up to that beast! Hell, you're barely able to stand at all." I spare a glance back at the mermaid, and see that Becky and Lisa are groggily trying to follow us. Because I'm not looking, I slam into something soft and go down hard. I don't worry about the doctor I just bowled into as I regain my feet, rushing for the elevator.
The image of Areth frantically dodging the dragon's attacks flits through my mind, and my resolve doubles. "I don't know," I tell her, "but I can't just leave her out there!"
By the sounds of the footsteps behind me, Becky, Lisa, and Jewkes are hot on our heels. I feel sorry for Becky and Lisa, knowing they haven't gotten nearly enough rest, after the energy they gave me to heal the wounded officer.
Reaching the elevator, I frantically mash on the down arrow, willing the conveyance to go faster. I can't help but wonder if the stairs would have been faster, I'm so impatient. Of course, I really don't have the energy right now for that, anyway.
"Lyden, listen to me," Brooke's voice is pleading now. "I once saw over seventy five of my people take on a water dragon. When it was over, only two lived. They're not something you can take on alone."
The doors open and I freeze in shock, not at the mermaid's words, but at the sight of the woman in the square box.
My hesitation costs us, as the very plain looking Miranda Olsen whips out her pistol, and points it at my chest. "Get in," she states, twisting the wrist with the weapon in it to emphasize her point, "all of you."
"I don't have time for this," I mutter, but I see her eyes narrow, and her hand tighten on the pistol's grip. She looks over my shoulder for just a moment as more doctors go rushing down the hallway we'd just come from, but it's not enough to give me an opening. I do as she says.
The doors close behind us, and I realize just how crowded this elevator is. The barrel presses against my chest, and I know I don't have the energy or the skills to dodge this bullet.
"What are you doing here, Miranda?" Jewkes asks, and I notice he's dropped the honorific 'Agent'.
"I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to resist killing off the other agent that entered the house," she says through gritted teeth, but I can still hear the anger and loathing behind it. "I should just kill you right here and now, but my superiors want to talk with you first, and trying to explain your death in here would be too much hassle and paperwork."
I can feel Lisa tense on my right at the same moment Brooke moves on my left. Their actions are quick and fast, as the martial artist strikes the gun holding hand up, and Brooke drops to kick our antagonist's feet out from underneath her.
The pistol goes off, and sparks fly as one of the lights extinguishes. There is a short scuffle in the small room, and I have just enough energy to get jostled around as the Lisa, Brooke, and Richard subdue the mad agent just in time for the doors to open.
"I don't know how you managed to escape last time, or make all the evidence disappear," Captain Jewkes says as he cuffs her hands behind her back, "but this time you're not getting away."
"You don't know what you're dealing with," Miranda screams, and then spits on me. Luckily her aim is terrible, and her saliva lands on my shirt instead of my face. "He's a monster. He should be put down like the beast he is! My superiors will never stand for this."
"Come on, let's go," he says, ignoring her comment and shoving her towards the exit while giving her, her Miranda rights. We get a few odd stares, but no one questions the sight of an officer in uniform arresting a yelling and screaming lady.
Once in my car, Richard pulls out another set of cuffs, and uses them to secure her to the bottom of one of the benches in the Orange Bubble.
"We don't have time to take her to the station," I tell the older man, wearily.
"I'm not taking her there again," the hook-nosed man replies evenly. "Someone high up let her go last time. I'm not willing to let that happen again."
I can already feel my car in motion, as I plop down on the soft bed in the back. Maybe I have enough time to take a quick nap, I'm so tired.
Hands fumbling at my pants brings my head up slightly, and I see Brooke's determined sea green eyes looking back at me. "If you won't listen to reason, and wait until you have enough energy, then I'm just going to have to give you some," she states testily.
"Um, what about. . . ." I trail off as I nod to Jewkes and Miranda. Considering the fun earlier today, I know she's not concerned about Lisa and Becky.
Her cheeks go bright red, but I see her resolve strengthen before she answers. "They can watch if they want to. I'm not willing to lose you, because I was too shy."
"We'll help, too," Lisa says, coming over to the bed.
"No," Brooke states firmly as she pulls my pants down and off. "You're both too weak to give much after helping that other officer." Despite the redhead's hands frantically working my cock, I'm not getting very stiff. The mood just isn't right for this sort of thing, and having Richard Jewkes and Miranda Olsen both staring wide-eyed at us doesn't help. "Come on," Brooke pleads with my flesh between her fingers. "We don't have much time."
I watch as her cheeks go red, and a moment later she turns back to my other two women. "I guess I'll need your help after all. Get undressed," she orders them, then stands and does the same. Richard's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as all three women strip without any modesty. "Don't touch him," she continues to give commands to Becky and Lisa, "I don't want you getting too drained, but do what you can to turn him on."
"This is disgusting and vile!" Miranda spits venomously, but as the brunette and dirty blonde crawl onto the bed on either side of my head and start rubbing their crotches next to me, I finally begin to stir down south. A moment later when I feel Brooke's warm wet mouth encompass the head of my penis, that stirring becomes a storm. It only takes a few seconds before she's deep throating my conforming length, and she wastes no time in lubing me up with her saliva.
"This should be hard enough, now," she murmurs, looking me in the eyes again. Lifting her body up, I can't help but admire her sleek form as she straddles my hips, reaches down to aim my tool, then impales herself on me in one quick motion. "Sorry there's no time for foreplay, ungh," she grunts as she lifts herself back up, and lets her slight weight bring her back down, "but we need to hurry."
I nod that I agree, and can see that Lisa has two fingers in her coochy, while Becky is still rubbing her clitoris and tweaking the overlarge nipple on her right breast. Surprisingly I see Richard has his cock out, and is stroking it in time to Brooke's movements. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but decide to worry on it another time. I'm more surprised by the look on Miranda's face, a cross between disgust, hatred, nausea, longing, and lust. It would be comical, if the situation weren't so serious.
And pleasurable.
"She's taking the whole thing. . . ." I can barely hear the captured agent mutter in awe.
Looking back to my current lover, I know I need to get her off fast, and lean up to grab the back of her neck, and pull her down into a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts into my mouth with force, and I drop my left hand to her right tiny nipple, thumbing it, and making her moan into my mouth. Her vagina feels fantastic as it slides up and down my length, and I move my hips in time with hers, trying to bring her closer to the edge.
