The Lost Boy part 21
Three Days Later: Den Mother’s Roadhouse
Ian’s hands lay palm down on the Urul’s chest, resting on her large mammaries as he bounced up and down on her pelvis. Her red, veiny, canine cock rapidly pumping into his ass and two plump balls slapping the jiggling flesh with each upward hump.
“Ugggh fuck…yeah boy! Ooohh…ride me…ride this doggy cock!” She encouraged from beneath him.
He was squatting over her body, feet planted firmly down on either side of her and using the leverage he had from both the floor and her breasts to ride her hard.
His face was flushed and his lips parted, panting heavily, giving girly squeaks and squeals with the exertion of their Activity. A very noticeable layer of sweat covered every inch of his flesh, sweaty locks of black hair were matted to his forehead and the rest of his skin was blushing about as red as his face was. But his own perspiration was not the only fluid he was covered in. The half-breed boy was also covered nearly head to toe in something else.
Every day while he was essentially kidnapped and held ‘against his will’ in the presence of Helle and the Den Mother’s he was forced to service as many of her Urul as he could. The days were filled with cock after cock being stuffed into his mouth, down his throat, frotting against his own, one in each hand, one up his ass. They made sure to rail him wherever they could. Slapping his chest with their hard dicks, jerking off over him while he was spit roasted upside down. Sandwiching their shafts between his little feet while he was fucked from both ends. Six to eight wolfs at a time, over the last three days he was fucked every way that he could be fucked. Only stopping when Helle gave the word, allowing him a fifteen-minute break three times a day for rest and water, then of course some sleep at night. She wasn’t cruel after all, and he may be half-demon, but continuously exerting yourself like he had been with her wolves probably would wear anyone down.
Plus, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of some shame in what she was doing here. Of course it wasn’t clean and of course it may paint her as cruel and evil. But she was trying to see things over the long haul, with war coming to Shelter she knew that this young boy didn’t have the know how to protect it. So she needed him to submit to her, give her command over Shelter so that way she could lead the defense of the town along with help from the Succubi which would be procured by Samantha.
Once all of that was dead and done, like she planned before she’d make it up to the boy. Show him that being her little biker bitch boy would be a life of luxury. And she would get to fuck that amaaaaazing ass of his whenever she wanted, she’d treat him like a princess with the best sex and comforts she could provide, the harsh methods she used to get everything moving would all be swept away into the past and all would be forgiven.
The only problem was…he wouldn’t…fucking…submit!
Even now as Helle stood, arms folded over her chest with her foot tapping in the corner, watching Ian ride one of her girls like a pornstar, after taking on five other cocks at the same time…
She thought back to how he handled them all. Five girls, all wolfed out in their true forms, claws and sharp teeth bared at the young, naked, and vulnerable half human.
His body bent backward with his legs spread wide over the same Urul under him, feet on the floor and his head tilted far back to face the ceiling.
Only he couldn’t exactly see the ceiling as the Urul’s massive testicles continuously plopped down onto his eyes and nose obscuring his view. Her long, fat dick plunged into his mouth and down his throat pipe. The other Urul around her could see the bulge in his neck every time she sank into it. “Oooohhhohohhhh…” She moaned in a chesty giggle, feeling his velvety smooth throat swallow, the muscles flexing and massaging her shaft.
To his right he held one of their cocks in his small hand, unable to get his slender fingers all the way around the girthy shaft, but his hand still pumped it expertly and fast. Jerking off the cock hard even as his hips gyrated, stirring the prick inside him.
On his left were two more Urul, but somehow, he was handling them one-handed. His hand was too small to fit one Urul cock in it, how he managed to jerk off two at the same time baffled Helle.
Ian was frotting the two Uruls girl cocks together, both of them in turn seemed to be focusing more on each other from this lewd act, groping each other’s tits,making out and moaning into their lips while Ian stroked their warm, fleshy rods in unison.
Needless to say, the girls gave out, blowing their loads and squirting thick white spunk all about Ian’s body and down his throat. And now here they were, the five Urul around him lying in heaps on the floor. Dicks going soft and panting more than even Ian was. The werewolf he was riding looked to be on the very edge of bliss from his expertise, the wiggle of his feminine hips and the tight gripping muscles of his love hole. Helle knew how good it was, and even now she wanted it again. Her own she-cock was like a rock, straining her jeans, but she was also a tad frustrated.
Obviously just fucking him into oblivion wasn’t going to work like she hoped it would. She needed to think of something else, but first she needed a drink. Helle paused at the doorway. “Clean him up and lock him in when you’re done.” The exhausted Urul barely acknowledged her as she left. All the while contemplating how she was going to handle this, “Fine…obviously I underestimated that boys ability to take a good dicking. Hmm…Maybe if I’m a little more public about it…” She thought heading down the hallway and towards the steps, “If I want to own this town, with my pretty Incubus boy on my lap, I’ll need to show the town that’s what I’m gonna do. Maybe he’ll see things my way then.”
Ian listened intently, over the wolves harsh barks and groans of pleasure. Writhing under him, the Urul was on the verge of yet another climax while the others recovered around him. He listened to Helle’s boots slowly trailing off until they were far enough away that he felt it was safe to speak now.
Each huff of breath escaping him suddenly stopped and his movements on the Urul’s hips ceased almost completely. Continuing to grip her with his inner muscles, his booty start to slowly grind, teasing her throbbing cock, edging it until it hovered on the precipice of her orgasm but no further.
This didn’t go unnoticed by the biker and she let out her own girly moan in protest, “Hey!” She sat up on her elbows. “Did I tell you to stop? Ride my cock breeding bitch!” She reached up and snatched Ian’s chin, her sharp claws teasing the sides of his delicate face.
Ian felt a tingle in his core as she grabbed him like this, and he could feel the influence of…’The voice…’ wanting to speak up again. But Ian bit his tongue and shoved it back down, he had been fucked more than enough by them. And he needed to focus to keep his plan in motion.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He said, suddenly pushing the wolfs wrist away from his face and shifting his legs down to now straddle her cowgirl style. “You want me to drain those heavy balls? Milk all the cum right out of you, and let my ass drink up every single drop?” He swiveled his hips and allowed his aura to weakly pulse.
Unbeknownst to many of the Urul, while they were receiving worlds of pleasure from his sexy, lithe little body. He was holding back the energy of his demon blood, keeping them from experiencing the mind melting sex like he and his Mommies, along with a couple of others had felt.
The Urul looked confused, “What?”
Suddenly Ian leaned down, placing his arms on both sides of her head, and ground his hips down once again. “You know…what I am…don’t you doggy?” He tilted his head cutely, then his eyes flicked over to one of the still winded Urul on the floor beside them. “You know…what I can do…with my ass…” His hand reached out and lightly, he extended an index finger to trace a line along her flaccid cock. “With my hands…” Again, more of his power dripped through with his touch.
The girls cock which had been limply laying against her thigh suddenly felt like liquid electricity had been poured through it. “Aah!” She gasped, feeling her meat quite literally spring up with excitement. Pulsing and fiendish for more boy butt.
He turned to the other side where the two girls from before were also laying, “With my mouth…” Slowly and sensually, he dragged his tongue across his lips. And these Urul seemed to be a different breed of demon when compared to Succubi. While the sisters were especially vulnerable to him with his aura emerged, the Urul were even worse, like putty in his hands when he handled them like this. He could see their dicks already pumping with desire, rising steadily as their yellow orbs locked onto the naked boy.
“What are you talking about?” His lower lover questioned again, only to be caught very off guard as Ian leaned down and suddenly dragged his little pink tongue over werewolf’s cheek.
She withdrew a shaky gasp as she too experienced the same white-hot intense sensation that he commanded with his touch. Her aching dick nearly burst from just the simple motion.
Ian was in the element of his power, he didn’t want any of this. He’d had enough of being used by power hungry people. All he wanted was to go home and stay there for a while and not be fucked for just a little while! But in order to get that, he had to put together a plan to get him out of here. So, as the days rolled on, when Helle wasn’t looking, he seduced the cock-toting bikers with all of his natural charm, to construct a façade. Something that he knew he truly wasn’t, contrary to what the voice told him. He was over all of this, but he would do what he needed to do to escape. And that was…
“If I want to…I can blow all of your fucking minds with pleasure…” To be a slut. “If I get veeeery into this, rather than you all just rutting until you blow your loads like horny puppies.” He leaned up fully, still straddling the Urul, he put his hands behind his head and swirled his hips again drawing out a weak moan from her. “I can flip your whole fucking world with my body…” He ran his hands down his front, slicking them up with his sweat and some of the remaining splotches of their previous loads. “You think you’ve gotten the best out of me? Oh doggies…you haven’t seen anything yet…” His eyes began to glow.
“Haaa…Haaaah!” The Urul suddenly started to cry out in ecstasy. His ass seemed to wring out the dormant orgasm from her, holding it just barely there. At the point of no return where even the slightest nudge could push her over. But she couldn’t cross it, Ian purposefully held her there with his magic, knowing that she would buckle.
The other Urul watched in awe, cocks standing back upright and wanting. “Buuuut…for me fucking your brains out…I want…a favor…” He said, remembering everything he’d learned about favors and the secret binding magic weaved through all codes in the town. “So what do you say doggies? A favor for me? And more of this for you…”
It took less than a second for the Urul squirming under him to nod her head, “YES! YES! FUCK! OH GOD YES! PLEASE!” Hastily agreeing.
Ian smirked, he could do this. He could get out of here, so his eyes flared. “Good doggie…”
She felt a sudden surge within her as her orgasm, unlike anything she’d ever felt was released. Blowing the pent-up gallons of sperm into the temptress of a boy on her lap.
The Following Morning
“And I thought being gangbanged was humiliating.” Ian thought grumpily as he clung to the back of Helle on her bike. She woke him up early this morning, throwing some clothes his way… if the tiny T-shirt and short booty shorts could even be considered clothing, and told him they were going for a ride.
In the bright light of day, Ian’s small arms encircled around Helle’s tight, muscular waist. He held on for dear life as the motorcycle revved. Loudly blaring the song of its engine into the sky, Helle’s light golden hair was wild. Whipping and flapping about in the strong wind, virtually blinding Ian at her back with her mane.
The whole town that stopped to watch her and the crew of a dozen extra girls riding behind her could see Ian riding bitch on her bike.
After a nice long cruise, Helle made sure that they circled the town at least once so that every possible soul and Sister out and about would see her prize. Eventually, they pulled up to Charred, the local Succubus owned diner. All thirteen motorcycles lining up outside in the parking lot, coming to an obnoxious stop. Ian rocked right into Helle’s back as she parked the bike, kicking down the kickstand to secure it.
For his first bike ride, it was pretty uncomfortable.
The Charred diner was a four-star place known for its skill with cooking up thick steaks and various meats. Most of the wealthier Sisters liked to take their prey to this place when they wanted to show them a good time. Nothing super fancy, but a place you could go for a delicious meal.
Ian almost rolled his eyes, “Of course the doggies wanna go where the meat is.”
“Alright baby boy! Let’s go get some lunch!” Helle happily spoke, swinging her leg over the bike and standing to her incredible height. “Come on girls! Foods on me!”
The gang at her back howled and cheered as they approached the plate glass double doorway. Ian placed a hand on the door, only to have Helle reach past and fling the door open for him. “Bitches first.” She gestured Ian towards the door, grinning down smugly at him. Ian to rolled his eyes with a drawn out sigh and walked past her with a hung head, earning him a throaty chuckle from the alpha. The idle chatter of the patrons drew to a sudden hushed silence as the rough troupe of women paraded into the diner. Numerous Succubi were already in the diner, several accompanied by mortal pets and companions, trying to go about their business and eating their own meals, but ignoring the ensemble of biker women seemed about as impossible as an abstinent Succubus.
Helle marched straight in, her hand on Ian’s lower back, guiding him towards the large center table, completely bypassing the hostess by the counter. She didn’t need a Succubi bitch to take them to one of those stupid long curved booths that were impossible to get out of. No, she wanted a table, a very public table. Both for further exposure of Shelter’s supposed ‘Leader Ian’, and as a declaration of power on her own part as well.
He had been proclaimed the ruler of the town by Agrat herself, and was the child of two of the most influential Succubi in town, Liline and Sin. If he was seen here with her, more notably, as her bitch, maybe that would make enough of a statement that she was going to be in charge. And hopefully, the further humiliation would drive Ian to just submit.
She took him to the double table in the center of the diner and pulled out a chair for herself, quickly seating herself. Ian started to pull out a chair for himself when a heavy hand at his wrist stopped him. “Where do you think you’re going bitch?” She tugged him by the shirt, yanking him towards her and sat him on her lap. “This is the only seat you need now.”
Ian had to bite his tongue, several of the Urul chuckled and snickered at his pouty expression and eagerly pulled up seats of their own. Not being quiet or graceful about their entrance in any form.
The rest of the clientele were noticeably irritated with the addition of these new, loud, guests. A waitress quickly made her way over to the table, ready to address the situation. “Um, excuse me? Miss?” The young brunette waitress approached Helle, her hair tied up in a loose bun and the apron over her front with the diner’s name ‘Charred’ emblazoned along the breasts. “You and your party are going to have to settle down, you’re upsetting our-”
Helle interrupted her, “The only people you have to worry about getting upset is us sweet cheeks. My girls will start off with whatever good hard liquors your serving. I don’t care if it’s early just bring them out and bring me a nice beer. We’ll start ordering when we’re damn good and ready but, until then, I’d like you to acknowledge the pretty face I’ve got right here.” She grabbed Ian by the chin and squeezed his cheeks a bit. “See this? This is Ian adams, also known as ruler of Shelter, also known as my personal butt slut and bitch. Why don’t you get your pretty ass back there and bring us our drinks before I have my girls beat it. If you serve us good I’ll even make sure you get more than just the tip!” She reclined in her chair, pulling Ian back with her. A number of the Urul snickered at the flustered waitress.
She looked baffled, her eyes glancing between the brash Urul and the silent boy in her lap. She must’ve stood there for a good thirty seconds or so before she finally just spun on her heel and walked away. Going to get some drinks as she was told. Ian immediately felt bad for the confused worker, probably flabbergasted beyond belief at the Urul’s crude display.
But it only got worse as time went on. Despite the waitresses’ best efforts, her and a few co-workers could barely keep up with the demands of the large party. Helle and her girls were having a great time keeping them running rampant, constantly refilling their beverages and ordering multiple courses of meals ranging from burgers to freshly cooked steaks. Prime ribs and pulled pork, racking up as much high-quality meats and foods as they could to stuff their bellies with.
All the while Ian quietly sat in Helle’s lap the entire time, trying his best to tune out the loud laughing and rambunctious nature of the Urul pack. Occasionally he was forced out of his trance like state when Helle would lean around him a steal a kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth and beating his up with her superior size.
She even pawned him off a few times so that she could lean far back in her chair, kicking both her legs up to rest her boots on the table ignoring the protests of the Waitresses still. When she handed him off to one of the other girls she made sure to call out, “Here’s some more meat for you to enjoy ladies!”
Passing him off as nothing more than just a juicy hunk of meat for her girls to devour like any other. There was laughter on all sides of him, more ladies’ lips tasting of alcohol forcing their ways onto his own. And while a part of him did actually enjoy the rough handling…
A part of him which he repeatedly beat into silence…
Mostly, he just felt conflicted. He knew his demon side could put a stop to this at any moment, or encourage it into a massive orgy and probably even get the annoyed patrons in the bar involved if he so wished, but he knew that wasn’t who he is. He had another plan in motion that would end this Urul problem without anyone else getting hurt. So that’s what he was going to stick to no matter how much they manhandled him. Besides, he also knew that he wasn’t the only one feeling conflicted.
Even now, as he was kissed again by a random wolf, he recognized the same green eyes from yesterday. The Urul he’d ridden yesterday pulled back, watching him longingly. He remembered how much she kissed him after the special time he gave her. Using his power to wring out countless orgasms from her in what was surely the best sex of her life.
He glanced across the table at another Urul, she too gave him a big puppy dog love stare, the six to eight wolves he fucked daily were all given the same offer from him. Mind blowing sex, for a favor. And while they were on the brink of bliss, none of them were able to refuse him.
They all wanted more and seemed to be becoming quite smitten with the young Incubus and what he could do to them. Every single Urul that he had handled was yearning for him to stay with the pack, continue to be their breeding bitch, and take care of their needy dicks. Ian knew that they weren’t bad girls, they just followed what their Alpha told them to do. Only, now that Ian had bound the horny little puppies around his finger, all they could think about was sharing his company again. Behind the façade of rude indifference and callousness toward the little incubus, they secretly yearned to please him. Ian seemed to have quite a way with getting into the hearts of dick girls.
He used that to his advantage, using his position of ‘weakness’ to do a little recruiting of his own. It was critical to his plan that Helle remain unaware of his growing sway over the pack, so he continued to play the role of the helpless, beaten dog in public.
After nearly an hour of their lunch time jamboree, the waitress, whose name tag read ‘Helen’, finally came over with the check in hand. She looked more relieved than anything to finally be able to send the group off. It was going to be murder cleaning up the numerous dirty dishes and empty glasses/bottles scattered about the once clean table.
“Okay Miss…if that’s everything…” She leaned over the table ready to lay the brown leather booklet down with the price of their meal.
Suddenly Helle put her hand out, stopping her from setting the check down. “Ah, ah, ah!” she tutted, “No, no, I won’t be paying that check.” The Waitress looked about ready to flip her lid, “Not in cash at least…” She turned her head towards Ian.
“What?” Helen asked confused.
“Well? Get to it boy!” Helle snapped her fingers again, “You got five minutes, take her to the back and make this lady cum her brains out.” The amber eyed Waitress flinched in surprise, her cheeks burning pink. “You know how favors and shit work as money come on, five minutes and we’re rolling out!”
Helen blinked a few times, setting her bewildered gaze on Ian. Her brain seeming to short circuit for a moment before she realized that this biker amazon was loaning out her boy to cover the payment for the meal. She looked him over, dressed in only a skimpy shirt and a pair of shorts whose hemline barely managed to cup his heavy booty.
“Uhh…um…” She stammered.
Ian intervened, suddenly hopping up off of his current lap. “Okay!” He said loudly, “Five minutes, four more than I need.” He confidently boasted.
Breathless, the brunette waitress just dropped the check on the floor.
Helen burst through the door leading into the back ’employees only’ room. A simple, small office for changing in and out of uniforms or document tracking. She hurried Ian through the door as well and slammed it shut behind them. A large smile on her face and a pink hue to her cheeks, she eyed Ian again, “Wow…it’s been a long time since someone paid with their own pet.” Her hands quickly undid the ties behind her neck, undoing her apron and throwing it to the side, “Not that I’m complaining of course.”
Ian almost wanted to laugh at her excited demeanor. She must’ve been very stressed and ready to blow off steam after the ordeal she just had to put up with because of Helle. But Ian slowed her down, putting on a slutty façade. He wanted her to enjoy herself.
“I’m not complaining either, not every day I get such a pretty lady to have a little fun with.” He flirted. Her blush seemed to deepen a bit as she frantically worked on undoing the belt on her pants, “Relax miss Helen.” Slowly, Ian got down on his knees right in front of her, hands resting on his knees as he sat back on his haunches. “You’ll be amazed at what I can do in four minutes.” Looking up at her with his doe eyes, he opened his mouth, letting his little velvety tongue obscenely trace his lips.
Helen’s heart skipped a beat, “Holy fuck look at you…” She undid the clasp of her belt and unzipped her pants. Ian raised and lowered his eyebrows once but otherwise didn’t move, letting her get a good long look at his little open mouth and soft welcoming tongue. Her button finally came undone and out she pulled a large ten-and-a-half-inch monster slab of girl meat.
Ian actually was impressed by her size at first sight, and made an open-mouthed cooing sound at the sight of it. The waitress licked her lips and quickly approached, standing above Ian’s upturned face and flopped her cock down onto it. Bigger than his whole head, she grinned at the boy, “Fuuuck…”
But, before she could shift her girl meat down to dip it into Ian’s mouth, he suddenly raised his index finger. “Ah! Before I suck you off, and drain a months’ worth of unborn babies from your big balls…” He started, halting the Waitress in her tracks. “I need you to agree to get a message to my moms…”
An Hour Later: On The Way To The Roadhouse
Liline pressed her boot down on the gas unadulterated anger burned in her purple eyes. At her side, Sin looked equally enraged, but tempered with an eager determination. The two of them were in Liline’s police cruiser, followed by another nine cruisers behind them. Travelling Shelters roads in a single file convoy without the sirens sounding off. Wanting to keep a semblance of surprise on their side.
Melody was in the car directly behind them, Cassiel and Samantha in the back seat and the Fallen Angel herself, Agrat riding shotgun.
Liline had called in the entire police force, eighteen deputies total for this. She was fuming and ready to bring down fire and brimstone on the ones who kidnapped her baby boy.
The station received an anonymous tip about where Ian had been taken and that he needed to speak with Liline as quickly as possible. The drive was long, despite the Roadhouse not being far from the station, but eventually they pulled up to the building. Wretches were scattered everywhere. Even from this distance Liline and Sin could smell Ian’s influence in the air. They assumed he was controlling them to get the repairs underway, fixing whatever chaos had destroyed the roof and blown off the front of the bar.
They appeared to be using their bodies to sculpt the bar back into place, their muddy essence working to mold the materials and solidify them after being set. “Why is he using his magic to fix this place?” Sin asked upon seeing the reconstruction.
“Probably being forced to by the Alpha wolf.” Liline muttered, setting the cruiser into park and unbuckling her seatbelt. She snatched the Sherriff’s hat out of the back of the cruiser. She hardly ever wore it except for when she was very serious.
Sin looked at her confused, “Why are you taking that?”
She shrugged, “It’s high noon isn’t it?” Then opened her driver’s side door, stepping out into the parking lot.
Meanwhile, inside the bar, Ian sat at one of the tables off in the far corner. His brother Fenr sat across from him with an antique chess set laid out before them. Some quiet classic rock music playing low on Fenr’s cell phone.
“Knight to H3.” Fenr said, moving his piece an announcing the move. “Checkmate.”
“Ugh…” Ian groaned, at this moment wishing that he had another Werewolf to entertain rather than lose another game to Fenr. Helle was upset that he still refused to submit despite the obvious humiliation she put him through today, so she just left him to his business with Fenr for right now while she tried to think of another plan. And while she did that, Fenr had offered to pass some time with a little game, Except he seemed to be a much better chess player than Ian was. “How do…? Ugh…We need a different game. Do they have like…Life? Or…Betrayal at house on the hill or something?”
“Nope.” Fenr replied plainly. “Check.”
“Ian?” The half-breed perked up, swiveling in his seat excitedly.. Wretches quickly scurrying away to make room for the powerful array of Succubi approaching the Roadhouse. Liline’s boots crunched the few scattered bits of debris as she entered, eyes wildly scanning about until they landed on the familiar figure in the far corner. “Ian!”
In that moment, Ian felt his heart fill with sudden relief at the sight of his loved one after so many days and so much conflict. To see the smile on her face as she rushed towards him, he couldn’t help but scramble out of the booth, abandoning Fenr and dashing over to the Sheriff. The two of them nearly crashed into each other, colliding with an overwhelming sense of happiness and love at finally being reunited. Ian threw his arms around her neck and she caught him around the waist, literally lifting him off his feet and holding him in a crushing embrace. The tightest she could manage.
Fenr drew in a breath in and then back out through his nostrils, standing up from the booth as well. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he took one slow lumbering step after another towards the hugging couple. Judging by how close they seemed to be, he was pretty sure he was going to get yelled at for his part in all of this.
Ian’s face nuzzled deeply into the nape of Liline’s neck, “Oh Mommy…I missed you.”
Liline peppered Ian’s face with kisses, “Thank God…thank God you’re okay.” Even she couldn’t believe her own words. And this was not the first time she caught herself thanking the Lord for helping bring her back to her Ian. Love was a crazy thing. Her lips smooched all over his cheeks, his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips, everywhere she could kiss him she did, earning the cutest of giggles from Ian. “God…it’s only been days but I missed that voice…” Tears brimmed in her eyes until she looked over Ian’s shoulder, spotting the figure behind him. The tall muscular man with the wild mane of hair, sheepishly approaching them. “You…”
The tight embraced shared by the lovers slackened, Ian leaning back and looking at Liline in confusion. Quickly he noticed the look of growing rage in her eyes directed at his brother. “Oh…um Liline…” Ian tried to start.
Before he could however, Liline had already set him back down on the floor, not removing her piercing glare from Fenr. “You…” She growled again, moving passed Ian and taking quick, angry strides towards the much taller male.
“Crap.” Fenr thought.
Liline ripped her Glock 21 pistol from the holster on her belt. “You mother fucker!” She raised it high leveled with his head, only using one hand to aim it but still needed to raise it up almost comically high above her in order to point it directly between his eyes. “You’re with the fucking wolf cunt who took my boy!” She shouted. “I’ll fucking blow your fucking head off you fuck!” Her voice reaching an octave higher pitch and screeching with anger.
Unmoved, Fenr stared down the barrel of the gun. Blinking a few times and almost going cross-eyed for a second to look directly into it. Then he couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape, knowing fully that it wouldn’t help the situation. Still, the fired-up Sister must’ve known that the gun would do practically nothing to him and yet she still seemed so determined of her ability to end him..
His light laugh only served to fuel the flaring fire of wrath within Liline’s body, her pale face flushing red and her eyes beginning to brighten up to their natural violet.
Only before she could scream at him more, Ian quickly inserted himself into the space between them” Wait! Stop, stop! Mommy…Mommy look at me…” He cupped her cheeks, repeatedly tugging on her face to try and direct her attention away from Fenr and back to him. “Please put the gun away, it’s okay. Please, he’s okay, you don’t have to be mad at him alright? Please Mommy? Please?” He asked repeatedly.
The baby blue eyes Liline had fallen head over heels in love with quickly dousing the flames heating her heart. Se glanced between the target of her anger and the target of her affection, unable to deny him what he asked. His face just seemed to soften whatever hardness there was to her, she could never resist.
So albeit, begrudgingly, she lowered her gun, letting her arm fall limply to her side, then touched her forehead to Ian’s. Taking a few calming breaths to try and relax herself out of the whipped-up state.
Ian gave her a smile and lifted his head to plant a soft butterfly kiss on her lips, then a few more on her hot face. Peppering her with soothing kisses and quieting the beast.
Before Liline could return any of them though, Ian was suddenly jerked away from the Sheriff. “Whoa! Mm!” Was all he managed to get out as a pair of thick, kissable lips smashed against his own.
A long demonic tongue slithering down his throat, literally wrapping around his own in an incredibly violating and unexpected kiss. His body bent backward at an angle as he was swept up into the arms of his other mother, Sin.
Her mouth was practically raping his own, invasively sticking her tongue down passed his gullet, licking and tasting the almost forgotten sweetness of her child. Her hands reaching and groping at him, clutching at the smaller boys’ body like he was the source of life itself. Her voice moaning with one long ‘Mmmmmmm’ into his mouth. Liline’s eyes whirled in the most annoyed display of eye rolling Fenr had seen in a long time.
Once Sins lips finally disconnected with a sloppy smacking noise, she looked at Ian, eyes pleading, “My Shakar’i…Why didn’t you call us? You’re…You’re not tied up? You should’ve come home! Or called! Or anything!” Sin’s attention then seemed to be grabbed by the pillar of masculinity standing a few feet back behind Ian. Her jaw dropped upon sight of the Greek like God of a man whom she recognized almost immediately…
Fenr was almost startled with the look she gave him, a tough feat in his old age. She just looked at him not like Liline did with rage and wrath, but more like…determination?
At this point several of the other deputies along with the more recognizable faces of Melody, Cassiel, Samantha and Agrat began to arrive. Entering through the debris laden entrance that was the crumbled wall.
“I’m surprised to say I agree with Sin on that.” Liline said, stepping back up to Ian’s side, still being coddled by his biological mother. “The Waitress told me that you were being held against your will…again. Why didn’t you call for me earlier? You could’ve invoked my name.”
Ian shook his head, “Because there’s a lot more going on here and I needed time to think about what we had to do.” He stood upright, wiggling a bit to get some breathing room away from Sin. “I’m in big trouble, we all are really. But I was being kept prisoner here because-”
“Sort of.” Fenr interrupted, moving his hand back in forth in a ‘more or less’ fashion.
“Shut up you’re not helping.” Ian quickly shot back, then was about to continue to explain.
But before he could, the back door to the Roadhouse opened up. And through it marched in the Alpha wolf herself, a few Urul accomplices at her back. “Alright boys! Enough game time, I…” She halted. Eyes flicking back and forth around the main room, it was filled with Succubi and other supernatural beings. Not just Ian and Fenr as she thought, dozens of them. Cops too.
There was a stillness that flooded the room, neither side moving a muscle as the opposing creatures sized up one another wordlessly. Ian felt his heart rate pick up as he glanced to Liline again, the anger and blood lust returning to her big beautiful orbs as she spotted the woman who kidnapped and raped him. Helle could too sense the animosity, not only among the Sheriff, but with the other woman beside Ian too. Several of the police officers behind them also began to carefully reach for their guns.
“…You bitch…” Liline grumbled and lifted her pistol again.
There was a sudden burst of movement from everyone, claws coming out from the Urul who all hunched down and bared their teeth. Growling and barking ready to charge. The police officers all drew their firearms, pistols and some shotguns being raised along with their own claws coming out on their end as well. No humans were here to witness aside from Ian, so this was bound to be more than just a regular old gun fight.
“Wait! Nonono! Stop!” Ian tried to shout but his smaller voice was overpowered by lots of shouts.
“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!’
‘GET ON THE GROUND NOW!’
‘FUCK YOU SUCCUBUS CUNT!’
Piercing voices yelling back and forth on both sides, Liline’s accompanying them. “You fucking stupid wolf bitch!” She screamed, now gripping her pistol properly with two hands and aiming down the sights at the platinum blonde amazon woman. “You crossed the fucking line!”
Fenr and Ian both nearly tumbled to the side with the former helping to catch his little brother’s balance. The near force field of demonic energy bursting through the space was enough to take anyone unprepared off their feet. All sides were ready for a bar fight, Ian needed to stop it, and he needed to stop it fast before shots were fired.
“Stop! We need to talk!” He tried to yell, but too many voices covered him. Spouting obscenities and screaming, daring the opposing side to make a move. “Stop!” He tried again to no avail. Even Fenr now was beginning to ready himself, on the chance that this went bad he would have to make a few moves to stop it and to help protect Ian. However, before anything too violent could initiate, Ian balled up his fist, needing to silence this before anyone got hurt, he knew he could. He just needed to show it… “ENOUGH!”
A mild shockwave of his aura radiated from him, kicking up dust and dirt and flinging it to the other side of the room. Liline and Helle’s hair flung over their faces as what felt like a strong gust of wind blew by them as Ian’s voice boomed loud enough to silence all others. The surge in his energy snuffing out all others for just a moment, then fading away.
‘…’ The voice was silent…
Now all eyes were on him, the power behind the energy push wasn’t enough to knock anyone down, though it certainly could’ve been if he wanted it to. But that wasn’t what he brought everyone here for, “Everyone…put your claws…away…We need to talk.” He said, unclenching his fists.
A moment of hesitation went by for all except for Liline, who abided by Ian’s request nearly immediately. Shoving her pistol back into its holster, “Lower your guns.” She ordered her deputies, quickly following suit.
The Urul as well seemed to quickly begin tucking their claws away at the behest of Ian. Helle did as well, but she looked much less perturbed by this display. “Hmph, had me fooled Ian. And here I thought we were getting somewhere, you and me maybe having something special, and you go and call the cops on me.”
“Helle that’s enough.” He replied, his voice firm, unwilling to continue playing games with her. “We can’t keep dancing around this and playing whose got the bigger dick. Shelter is in danger. Our home is in danger.” He stepped into the center of the room, speaking out loudly to all the people surrounding him. “The angels are coming, I know it, you know it, and you know it too.” He said pointing to Helle and then to Samantha. Catching a quick glimpse at his friend he hadn’t seen in a while, Cassiel. For a second he wished they’d been reunited with less dire circumstances but there was no time to complain. “We can’t keep fighting amongst ourselves while they’re coming to destroy the town and everyone in it. We need everyone to be on board, and work together if we want to survive this. And yeah, I know we’re different, we all have different ways of life but we if we live under the same roof, we’ve at least got one thing in common, and that’s that this is our home. We have to work together to defend it.”
Liline and the others looked confused, Samantha was the only Succubus among them to actually know that the angels were coming. “Ian baby…what are you talking about?”
“The fire here, the explosion that nearly destroyed the Roadhouse. It was an Angel.” Ian told her, “An Angel came to punish the wicked in Shelter, Fenr stopped him before he could kill anyone but…he almost killed several of the Urul here and could’ve killed my friend Peter with them.”
Many of the Sisters looked stunned hearing this, even Sin looked intimidated by this info.
“Yeah, boy’s right.” Helle said, taking a few confident strides forward, her five wolves still at her back. “He’s as smart as he is sexy, I agree with him. We can all work together, as long as everyone just follows my lead of course.” She braced her hands on her hips and stood with her legs shoulder length apart, challenging anyone who objected.
And it didn’t take long for Liline to object, “Fuck you.” She spat harshly, “I’d sooner slam my dick in a car door than follow your command.”
“Did you not hear him Miss fuzz? More angels are on the way, right now!” She gave her a snarky smirk, “And I’ve got the two most potent weapons in Shelter on my side…” Slowly she strutted over closer to Fenr and Ian, still standing closely together. Liline blocked her path before she got too close, “You’ve got the numbers I’ll give you that, I mean there’s what, a thousand of you in Shelter? You got me and my girls beat ten to one easy. And the few heavy hitters you got like the couple angels hiding back there.” She nodded her head over towards Cassiel and Agrat, being taller than everyone aside from Fenr made it easy for her to see over everyone. “The stubborn fallen bitch and that sweet purple haired piece of ass who needs to come over again some time.” She teased, “Oh and I’ve heard quite a few rumors about the sorceries one of your girls packs too, what’s her name? Melody? Yeah, everyone’s heard of those ancient, ‘Legendary’ magics.” She used air quotes non-seriously and continued, “But, I’ve got the experience, I doubt any of you have ever fought in a war. I have. I’ve tasted blood on the end of a blade and listened to my friends dying all around me. Their screams mixed in with the song of steel on steel, none of you have battle experience.” She stated pointing a finger out to the crowd, “I do, and with me in charge, leading an army of us, as the pretty boy here said, working together, we’ll beat those angels back to the Heavens where they belong. So that’s my proposition, anyone who doesn’t like it, let’s hear your piece now, but I warn you, my pack has seen me take on challengers before…and they can attest that it never goes well…” She virtually threatened them all, throwing her gauntlet down.
Liline locked eyes with the Urul again, a silent war of wills playing out between them. Some small whispers came from behind Liline, her deputies discussing the pros and cons of the conflict.
But the silence was broken as Ian again stepped forward, in front of Helle looking high up and craning his neck to lock eyes. “Your pack, will not hurt me.”
Helle blinked, “Um…yeah? Why would I-” He stopped her and went on.
“If you don’t stand down now, drop your desire to lead, and be an ally for Shelter, not a ruler, there will be no truce.” Many of the women’s heads turned to Ian, surprised from his boldness. “We can use your pack, and we can use you, but if you will not put your stubbornness and desire to win aside, you will lose.” He spoke, confident and unwavering.
“My pack only listens to me baby boy, what makes you think that…” She looked around her at the Urul who accompanied her. It was like a switch flicked in her head, the way they stood, their posture and refusal to make eye contact with her. Some were even already shuffling across the room closer to Ian and the Succubus side!
“I have come to know your pack Helle, and while they are loyal to you, they are not monsters, and they know me too. They will not fight me, they will not hurt me.” Again he spoke with what seemed to be wisdom far beyond his young years. Helle’s hair whipped back and forth as she glanced to her pack mates. “Unless you wish to face the challenge of every member of your pack, whom I’ve spent the last several days with…you will stand down and be an ally with us for the upcoming fight.”
Her large sky-blue eyes blinked in disbelief, “You trying to turn my pack on me boy?”
Ian lifted and dropped a shoulder, “I didn’t really have to try.”
She suddenly burst out laughing, “Ho-holy shit! I should’ve known, you sneaky, sneaky little boy! Ooohh wow, why not?” She shrugged, “Sure, ok.”
Ian was taken aback; such a powerful statement came from her earlier only for her to simply agree without so much as another protest. “Um…ok then…good!”
Slightly shocked at how well that went, Ian turned back to his family and Helle turned back to her pack. Both seeming to go to their own halves of the spectrum to further discuss what the plan to do next was.
After a quick embrace of Cassiel and Melody, the latter of which voiced her opinion to Ian and the others. “I think it only makes sense for Liline to continue the charge.” Melody said, “She’s the head of the police force, she’s got access to all the towns guns, fighter force and everybody knows she’s the face of authority.”
She nodded, “I can do that, I’ll be chewing a hole through my tongue with how much I’m gonna be biting it if I have to work with that fucking dog.” Ian put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly.
“Now that that’s settled, I know that we’ll need to be ready to fight if it comes to that. But only if there’s no other option. And until that happens, I have another idea for how we handle the angels coming in.” Ian went on, gathering his family of Succubi and others around him to discuss. “Cassiel, you’re an angel yourself.”
The purple haired boy nodded, “Mhm.” Samantha still next to him immediately looped her arm around his back. Not sure where this was going to go.
“And even though you’re in love with Samantha, you’re still an Angel.” Cassie nodded again, “I think there’s a reason to that. Your goodness allowed you to spare Shelter and choose love rather than following orders, so if we have a chance to go the route of the Olive Branch. I think that you’ll be our best bet to approach them for a parlay.”
Cassiel stepped forward, close to Ian. “I…I can try, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been among the angels. I can’t guarantee anything.”
Ian nodded somberly, “I know.”
The Following Day: Noon
Cassiel fidgeted with the fabric of his dress pants, uncomfortably glancing back between his own reflection in the window to his right…and the elegant woman to his left.
No ordinary woman of course…no, this was whom had come to the call of the young messenger angel Cassie’s request.
Or as she told him, her more modern-day name, November.
A warrior of the fifth sphere with dominion over that month, she thought it was quite clever. Her presence beside him was enough to intimidate the lesser angel.
She stood over Ian at about 5’9, with a human appearance of partial Asian descent. Cultivating straight silky brown hair down beyond her shoulders, matching brown eyes, sculpted physique but not muscular like many others. More lithe and slender, a smaller bust making her chest a little underwhelming compared to the Succubi Cassie lived among, but she made up for that with a particularly attractive sheer beauty to her. High cheekbones and extremely full, sensual lips, and an almost swan-like neck and shoulder area. She wore an open shouldered dress currently to show off this quality, but other than that, she sat with her legs crossed and arms folded, impatiently waiting to arrive.
Beside them was Novembers second in command, Manakiel. Another warrior of the fifth sphere, a heavily-built male with curly brown hair. Somehow, he was possessed of an even more stern, militant expression than even November had.
And at his side was one smaller individual, Zuriel. A messenger angel like Cassiel himself. Of the first sphere, small, slender and with light blonde hair. The first among the messengers, he got to interact with the head of their party November more often.
The four of them rode on the bus, the signature bus which always took visitors to and from Shelter. Cassiel sent out the call and very quickly got a response to meet them where the bus goes, and so he did. Now with them up front and the rest of the party in the back, the part which worried him even more.
Eighteen more angels rode in the back seats behind them, six warriors, all female, and a dozen messengers. Eight males, and four females.
Zuriel, the small messenger groaned, “Why must we take this bus? The roads bump and buck us every square foot. Why can we not just fly there?”
Cassiel leaned over and smiled, “Well, I wished for you all to see the town the way I saw it. From the ground. It can give such a different perspective when you-”
He was cut off by the stern November, “We have only agreed to this meeting for a truce since the destruction of Ophiel proves that a cleansing of Shelter may cause collateral damage to my forces, and to the souls of mortals trapped there. I want no mortal lives ended nor their souls be corrupted by direct evidence of the divine.”
Manakiel silently nodded as she finished.
Cassiel felt like he had been shot out of orbit by her words and just glumly sank back into his seat.
After what felt like forever, the bus came into sight of Shelter, much to the relief of Cassiel, the angels, and everyone waiting for the bus to arrive.
At the bus stop, Ian, Helle, Liline, Sin, and Fenr waited to greet the arrival of the town’s greatest threat. Behind them, a line of conservatively dressed Succubi, some were even the deputies from Liline’s offices. All smiles and cheer, ready to greet their ‘guests’ with utmost kindness.
Fenr sat on the waiting bench, looking entirely different than the past times Ian had seen him. His hair was shorn off, no longer the bright mane of fiery locks he once sported, now a crew cut took its place. The long hair definitely softened his features, the angelic beauty of him seeming to be at war with his Cain legacy. A modern T-shirt and jeans adorned his body and a ready for anything look on his face. No headphones, no food, just danger radiating from him.
In case this was a ruse, he was ready to fight, here and now.
Of course, his determined attitude kept being put off slightly by the looks Sin kept shooting him. He thought at one point he managed to catch her mouthing the word, ‘Soon.’
As the door to the bus opened, the angel November stepped out first, followed by Manakiel, Zuriel, then Cassiel. The numerous other Warriors and messengers following after.
Cassiel quickly returned to the side of the Succubus as the angels lined up, finally meeting their demonic quarry on even ground. Though Liline did her best to keep her cool and not arouse the need for violence, “Welcome, to all of you. I’m Sheriff Liline Adams of Shelter. And I’m very thankful you agreed to meeting us here today.” November and the angels remained silent, staring blankly at Liline and the others. “…Well, I’ve brought with me many of my Succubi, to offer them as guides to any of you who would like to tour Shelter. See it for something more than just a pit of evil in the world. Of course, no one will try anything, we know that even your messengers could destroy us easily if they wished.”
November still didn’t speak, just quietly watched the movements of the sisters for a while, she seemed to try and get a bead on whether or not they were scheming. Even shooting Ian an odd lingering look for a while but eventually leaned over to Manakiel, “Take a walk dear. Others as well. Zuriel you stay with me.” In near perfect synchronization, the angels began to split up. Departing from the line and heading off in different directions, paring up with Succubi who quickly rushed in to grab a willing warrior or messenger. Once they had wandered off far enough, November approached Liline, “You may begin.”
Liline made quick work of getting them off the street and to somewhere more private to have this, what was bound to be, very tense conversation.
Herself and the others walked on foot for about ten minutes to reach Fogerty’s, a new pizza place. Human owned and well-funded by Fenr, a frequent customer as of late who ordered enough to practically keep the place in business by himself. But for this day, the place was nearly empty. Fenr, instead of buying Pizza, simply asked to rent the building just for the morning, paying the owner handsomely for it, and removing all unnecessary watchers.
The group took a table for themselves in the corner, ready and willing to get down to brass tax. Ian sat between Liline and Helle, intentionally trying to keep them separate for the incoming conversation.
“Well…” Liline began, “I suppose we all know what we’re here for.”
“You’re here to beg us to not destroy your little town.” November stated blatantly.
Helle flinched, already she was ready to bite back. To just snap her jaws and tell her they were prepared to kill every last one of her angels, she could feel her claws protruding as her fist tensed. But to her surprise, Ian seemed to sense this surge of aggresion within her and quickly put his hand on her leg. The inside of her thigh to be more precise and gave her a look, with a subtle shake of his head.
Now, contrary to what her pride may be telling her, she knew that fighting at the first meeting wouldn’t be a great show of leadership. Plus a tense talk with an enemy could always lead to a fight which was counterproductive to their current plan.
She bit her lip and withheld her comments, retracting her claws and earning another surprising, yet somehow comforting, stroke along her leg from Ian.
“I’ll blow off the steam in someone later…” She thought.
“I suppose there’s no time for pleasantries than.” Liline commented. “Listen, we don’t want a war, and we brought you here to negotiate a truce. Tell us how can we avoid the wrath of heaven? You’ve seen it yourself, there’s good people here. War will bring nothing but pain and suffering to both the supernatural and the mortal. Tell us, what can we do to stop this?”
November chuckled and folded her hands on the table, “You can’t. My group shall stay here for forty days to observe. Guiding the mortals and those other precious souls trapped in this town’s wretched clutches out to safety. And, at the end of those forty days, we will cut the cancer from this pathetic pit without spilling a drop of blood or revealing the divine to the world. If you try to stop us…or if this town cannot be cleansed by this means…Michael’s legions will be biblical…you will face the holy wrath of Angels unlike anything your weak demonic essence could ever conjure. Shelter will be wiped from the Earth and one way or another…every Infernal creature in Shelter…will be dead in forty days…
In the front seat of a large cargo van, a Succubus took a long drag from a cigarette. One arm laid out lazily on the edge of the window and kept a lookout on the street ahead. They were parked in an abandoned parking lot so they should be good but still, he remained vigilant just in case.
The vehicle rocked hard and several girly squeaks and cries rang out from the back, “Fuck, I hope it was worth it calling in all those favors girl!” The chaperone called to the back seat, “…And I want a turn after!”
In the back, one of the Messenger angels, Katibin, recorder of thoughts and feelings, was face down ass up with his wrists zip tied in front of him. Behind his upright booty, a Succubus squatted down over his ass, raping him. Legs spread wide on either side of the messenger, mounting him as she squatted low, slinging her cock right up the angel’s forbidden, sacred hole.
A collar, forged of ancient bronze with several Arcane ruins etched into it’s pitted surface hung loosely around his neck. Since it was made for much bigger creatures, it bobbed and bounced with his slung around movement.
It’s enchantment rendered the messenger virtually powerless, leaving the virgin angel ripe for the picking by the Succubi…
“Please!…AaAagh! Stop…no more! Aaaah!” He begged her, pleading for mercy as her hips slapped his jiggling ass. The perfect skin, slightly curved body, divine sweetness radiating from him as he screamed. “OOOOHHHHHHGGHHHHHH…FFUUUUUGGHHHH!” His tiny, helpless cock swinging and bursting his celestial seed, splattering out onto the fresh mattress under him. The first of many spilt loads on this newly purchased bed.
The van rocked hard with the vigor and ardor of his attacker, she slammed down into him hard. Every thrust burying all of her eleven inches into his defiled rectum. Balls spanking his own pathetic sack with a ferocity that both tormented, and titillated him.
“Rrggggh…Grrrrrggghhhh…” A low raspy growl emitted from the Succubus. Her hands pressing down onto his lower back forcing him to arch it, then shifting her leg up to step down onto the side of the angel’s face. Forcing his pretty looks into the side of the mattress while she railed him. “Haaaaaaghh…Haaaaaaaaah…” She practically hissed, reclining her head up and grinding into him fast. Her hips moving in a perfect blend of rough and smooth, rocking him and smothering his face with her high heeled boot. “HAAAAAGHH!” She growled loudly, tossing her head and her red hair back.
Her cock swelled and she poured her filthy demonic girl spunk into his pure ass. Filling it with a burst of hot demon seed, infesting his purity with lust and her unborn.
She didn’t leave it in him for long though, only for a few moments to let out about seven or eight hot jets of sperm into his booty. She pulled out of him slowly, earning a weak mewl from the helpless divine as she dismounted him, plopping down on the seats at the side and snatching the young boy up by his hair.
“Aggh! No…no more…please…I’m so tired…” She ignored him again, yanking him over to between her legs so that his face was in her lap, right next to her still pulsating cock. Slick with cum and his own juices. “Who…who are you?”
“Shut the fuck up bitch, suck me clean.” She pushed her cock against his face, prying his weakened lips open and stuffing her cock inside. He mumbled something in protest, but she didn’t care. She simply lifted her legs and hooked them around his upper back. Locking them in an ‘X’ shape to hold him all the way down, deepthroating her cock. His own ass now all he could taste on her meat as it invaded his gullet, still pulsating and leaking more of her filthy sperm. The swimmers that had first traveling up his ass, were now diving down his throat. “Mmm…good bitch. Clean me good.” She giggled softly, a sweet, girl next door kind of giggle…
Cooing in approval of his unwilling nursing, his lips and cheeks making soft mouth sounds as he sucked. Inexperienced little tongue licking up all the nasty juices he left on her.
She reclined back, her full, thick form, glowing with tattoos on various places. Her sigils empowering her, maturing her body and growing her strength.
Again the angel boy mumbled, “Ggckk…wwwhoo, arrr oooouuu..?”
“Well…since girlfriends apparently don’t get any respect…” She tightened her locked legs, further gagging the boy on her cock. “…but Mommy’s seem to get all the love…you can just call me Momma.”
Valerie giggled sweetly…
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