by Randi Darren
From the moment he got his hands on them, his grip had remained crushingly tight. To the point that he normally drowned Irene in a never-ending orgasm.
But he was afraid to let go of them at all.
Wren was draped around Sam like a twitching blanket. While Tiffany remained upright, her arms crossed in front of her, and looking extremely annoyed.
While shuddering constantly.
“A… Pit-Demon. As in… from the old texts? A defender of the realm of Hell?” Decima asked.
“Yeah. Abigail won against it, too,” Sam said with a chuckle. It’d been surprising. “Now we just—”
“Sammy! I’m here!” called Jes long before she entered.
“Good, Wren and Tiffany need you to put them back together,” Sam said, moving over to the crate where their remains were. “I’m afraid they’re not whole but… I managed to keep at least fifty percent of each. Though there’s a lot less of Wren.”
“What? How?” Jes asked, entering the portal room. She went straight over to Sam, a wide smile on her face, and hugged him fiercely. Then she leaned back and looked into his face, waiting for a reply.
“Pit-Demon. Ate Wren head first. Squished Tiffany and pulled her legs off like drumsticks,” answered Sam.
“Oh. I see. Well, good thing I’m bonded to a wonderful Incubus and an Elemental who feed me all sorts of lovely Essence,” Jes said, patting Sam’s cheek. “We just have to hope their souls haven’t crossed over.”
“They haven’t,” Sam replied. Then held up his closed fists. “I have them right here with me.”
“Good. That makes this very easy then,” Jess said looking around. “And where are their…?”
“That one,” Sam said and nodded at the small crate Irene had left in. Then he indicated the other one with another head nod. “Irene is in that one over there.”
“I’ll get her out. You work on Wren and Tiffany,” Decima said, going over to Irene’s crate. “Then I’ll start in on Abigail. Can’t leave her in that machine you mentioned, obviously.”
Jes moved quickly over to the crate and started working at prying the lid off.
Sam looked at Wren and Tiffany. He’d tried talking to them a few times but he really hadn’t been able to hear their responses. Whenever they’d tried, all he’d heard was a roaring whooshing sound.
To Sam, it sounded a lot like wind whipping through a narrow tunnel.
As if the portal was open and actively trying to pull them in at all times.
“Oh, goodness,” Jes murmured after she’d shoved the lid to one side. “I’m so sorry, you two. I hope it didn’t hurt. Hmmm. We’ll start with Tiffany. It almost looks like you were run under a rolling pin but most of you is here. We won’t have to fix a whole lot. ”
Wren shifted away from Sam’s shoulder and lifted her head up. Her eyes were wide, and she had a dreamy look on her face. Then she laid her head back down on Sam’s shoulder and snuggled into him. She almost didn’t seem aware of what was going on.
Tiffany does have a much stronger soul.
Kinda like… kinda like Irene.
Huh. I wonder if she had something similar happen to her? Or something that changed her?
Reaching into the crate, Jes grabbed onto what he assumed was Tiffany.
Hauling the corpse up over the edge with one hand, Jes laid the broken Were to the ground.
Pulling down on Tiffany’s vest, Jes exposed her chest and then laid her hand down upon her sternum.
“Ah… Sam really does have you. I can feel you. Care to come over here while I put you to rights?” Jes asked, turning her head to look straight at Tiffany. “I’ve already tied you back to your body. Just have to put it all back together and then wake you up.”
Moving over to the very dead Tiffany, Sam got down on one knee and held Tiffany’s soul out over the body.
Tiffany visibly sniffed, gave her hair a toss, and then pointed at her corpse while glaring at Sam.
“You want me to let you go?” asked Sam, still not really sure about this.
But he trusted Jes.
Nodding her head, Tiffany waited.
Opening his hand, and feeling a strange ache shoot up his arm, Sam released Tiffany’s core.
With an odd flicker, Tiffany’s soul appeared atop the corpse. She did indeed seem bound to it once more.
The Were began talking to Jes directly now.
“Oh? Huh. Sorry. Needed skin to skin and that seemed like a good spot,” Jes said, smiling at Tiffany. Apparently she could hear and see her now. “Alright. I’m going to start fixing all this.”
Still holding her arms across her front, Tiffany looked somewhat appeased, though still angry.
“Sam honey, can you pull Wren out for me? I can put them back together at the same time,” Jes said, not looking up from Tiffany. Even as she spoke he could feel the Essence draw from his plane, Jes’ plane, and Aster’s newly remade plane. All of it trickling into the bond and agreement that she held with Jes, rebuilding her body.
“Yeah, sure. No worries,” Sam said, moving over to the crate. Looking inside, he could see Wren’s waist and down. Her lower intestine partially sticking out from the bottom of her abdomen.
Grimacing, Sam reached in and grabbed Wren by her crotch. It was the best place to grab given she was still wearing her pants.
“Sorry, Wren,” Sam murmured, hauling her out of the crate.
“It’s okay. It’s yours anyways,” Wren murmured. Her voice on the edge of his hearing. The whooshing sound had dropped significantly. “I don’t care. Do what you want to it.”
Raising his eyebrows at that, Sam chewed at his lip before deciding to respond to that.
“Is that so, Wren?” Sam asked as he laid down Wren’s bottom half next to Tiffany’s.
“Of course. I’m yours. You bound yourself to Jes and Aster. My binding transferred to you. I can feel your hold on me. I love it,” said Wren. “Bound to a male Demon. I never knew how fulfilling that’d feel.”
Letting his mind digest that bit of information, Sam realized it was true.
His binding was Jes’ and Aster’s. And theirs were his.
“Ah… hm. Well,” Jes muttered, looking at Wren’s corpse. “It isn’t as if I haven’t enjoyed her personally so this won’t be that odd I guess.”
Jes slid her hand into Wren’s pants, clearly pushing it down against Wren’s privates, and wriggled her fingers around.
She’s really coming into her own. A lot of that shyness is falling away.
Embracing who and what she is.
“Ah, there we are. I’m surprised, nothing is leaking out,” Jes said getting her hand over the top of Wren’s privates. “Alright, let her go.”
Sam released Wren, who snapped into position right above her corpse.
Lifting her eyes up from the remains of Wren, Jes peered at her soul who said something.
Sam could hear her talking, but not make out the words.
“Oh? Hah, poor Tiffany. I bet she’s filled to the brim,” Jes said with a laugh, looking at Tiffany. “You a farm, all freshly tilled and plowed? Filled to the brim with seed?”
The Were said something that was clearly sharp and turned her gaze down to the side. Wren clearly laughed at what was said and nodded before replying.
Smirking, Sam left the three to the resurrection process and went over to Decima.
Irene was just now being helped out of the crate.
“Thank you, Decima,” Irene murmured, patting the other woman on the arm. “Now we have to pry Abigail out somehow. Let’s head outside and get that taken care of. It’s a rather large thing.
“Sam… how about you go take a nap. You’ve been up for a while. We’ll get this finished up.”
Blinking slowly, Sam realized it was true.
All of it.
They were intelligent women who didn’t need him in order to do what needed to be done.
Nodding, he turned on his heel, and started walking back to his home.
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nbsp; Hoping to find Irma and a warm, safe harbor. Things were going poorly across the board as far as Sam was concerned.
There was the distinct possibility Seville would come looking for him, especially after the discovery of the armory raid was made.
As who else would dare such a thing but a clear ally of Eugenia, the Judge, in the midst of her own attack.
Thirty-One - Camp Cambion -
Doing his best to act like a new employee, Sam followed along behind Imp-Two. It’d only been a day since coming back from the armory assault and he still felt rather high strung.
He hadn’t seen Wren or Tiffany since their resurrection, and Abigail was still trapped in the machine.
Maybe I look as anxious as a newbie would be, if only because I am anxious.
So far, they’d only gone through the entry lobby a few minutes previously and then the locker room.
“—is the break room for everyone scheduled to the A sections of the facility. Of course, everyone in the A section, like most of you, is administration and general company work,” she said, turning to address the group. “B sections have a separate break room that we’ll go take a look at shortly, but it’s much deeper in the compound. Any questions?”
Everyone briefly glanced around their own group to see if anyone had a question to ask.
Sam spotted Hillary and Jes in the crowd. Both looked like someone they weren’t and were also pretending to be new.
Looking back to Imp-Two, Sam waited.
Their goal was to use this opportunity to get their operation started.
Now that everything had finally been approved, paperwork filled out, boxes ticked, and money exchanging hands, things could start happening.
First though, they needed to get access to the parts of the facility they weren’t allowed to work in for the security update.
After all, why would a security company need to see the inner workings, when everything was about keeping people out of those same areas?
The orders from above had been very strict about what was allowed to be seen, and what wasn’t.
Even some of the areas that’d been originally toured were now on the “no access” list.
“Okay then. Everyone stay close. We’ll be moving through an area that’s secured. Moving off the yellow line,” Imp-Two said, pointing down at the ground, “Will get you shot. This was in the paperwork you signed previously. Please understand that this is deadly serious.”
Everyone nodded their heads.
“Alright, here we go,” Imp-Two said, moving to a door and opening it. She didn’t hold it open for anyone. In fact, she went straight inside, walking along the yellow line.
As she did so, she pointed back behind herself at that very same line.
They really take the line seriously. I wonder.
Is this where I take my leave? Technically, I’m supposed to split off with Jes but… this could turn out to be a much better place to jump out at.
Nobody would expect it.
What was around here again?
Digging into his memories, Sam tried to call up a mental map of the rather large compound.
The Imps, Incubi, and Succubi are all in B section, as are the Elementals. The ‘resource allocation’ side of the compound.
This is… oh. Human resources.
Perfect. It might be helpful to get a hold of personnel files.
Filing into the line at the back, Sam put his hands in his pockets and slunk along behind everyone else.
Looking around as they moved along the yellow line, Sam took note of the hallway they’d entered.
A yellow line split off at one point and into another hallway.
Up ahead, he could see a four-way intersection. There was a yellow and red painted square on the ground that one would have to be blind to miss.
Moving to the right was a red line, and to the left and straight ahead were yellow lines.
That’s my jump point, I guess.
There were several cameras in this hall as well. Covering the entry he’d just left from, and the one up ahead of them, as well as at the intersections.
Lots of security.
We knew there was a lot, but seeing it in person is so different.
Building up a small Essence spell that would effectively cloak him from view, Sam frowned. It was a very simple spell, but was extremely powerful. Essentially, he split the light that would normally reflect off him to show where he was, and had it appear behind him as if the course hadn’t ever deviated.
Except, he wasn’t sure how it would look for anyone watching the cameras.
Likely, he’d just vanish as if he’d never existed.
And that would be alarming all on its own, let alone if someone went back and reviewed the footage.
Which meant he’d have to wait until exiting through the next door, stepping through, then vanishing and coming back.
This is poorly thought out. Maybe I should just wait for the jump point Decima gave me.
Following along, Sam shoved the door hard, forcing it to open wide.
Stepping through the doorway, Sam activated the spell, and moved backward into the hallway they’d just left.
Imp-Two continued on, leading the rest of the “new hires”.
Moving into the hall, Sam quickly returned to the box on the floor at the center of the intersection.
He’d find out in just a second if he’d camouflaged himself correctly.
Staring down the hall with the red line on the ground, Sam found himself looking into a machine gun emplacement.
The magical spells imbued into that location, and coming off the machine gun, gave the entire area a strange aura and glow.
They’re really not taking any chances. But… let’s see if they planned for a Planar-Lord level Incubus to come calling.
Because I bet they didn’t.
After all… I’m the only one as far as I know.
Moving as quietly as he could, Sam began to walk down the red line. Straight into the path that the gun would fire on if anyone trod.
Getting closer with every step, he could actually see the people behind the gun now.
They were male Imps, loaded up with so many spells on their person and clothes that they’d likely be seen miles away on a flat plane.
Both were in full face mask helmets, wearing Kevlar armor, and looked like they could bench press cars.
Holding his breath, Sam inched ever closer to the pair.
Slowly, he slid around a corner and dipped into the alcove next to the machine gun, having passed right by the two guards.
Moving into the area behind the gun, Sam crept forward.
Let’s see what Human Resources is. Because that’s a lot of firepower for a simple department. Far too much, really.
In fact, this gun emplacement wasn’t even listed. Was it?
Imp-Two and Imp-One didn’t mention it either.
Huh.
That’s kind of odd, actually.
Staring at the door, Sam wondered if he could open it without alerting the guards to his presence. Standing there, Sam contemplated how to proceed.
Looking around the small defensive hardpoint, Sam spotted a number of ammo canisters. One in fact had been set slightly against another, which had caused it to lean.
Don’t like it but… this is as best as I’m going to get, isn’t it?
Reaching out with a foot, Sam put his hand on the doorknob.
Pushing with his foot, the entire small tower of ammo-canisters slowly tipped.
Then toppled over completely.
The clatter and clang of the tins hitting the ground and one another was rather loud.
So loud that the surprised guard pulled the trigger on the machine gun. A burst of heavy fifty caliber, magically enhanced, and over-magicked rounds blasted down the hallway.
Surprised at the outcome, Sam just stood there. The door being thrown open by several more guards in heavy gear broke him out of his thoughts, his hand stinging as the doo
rknob was yanked from his grip.
Shouting started up as everyone converged on the Imp behind the machine gun, who was already holding his hands up.
Good luck with that.
Slipping into the room, Sam found that what he’d just entered was anything but a Human Resource center.
Security. They’ve mislabeled everything.
Is that on purpose because they expect the location to be hit? Or… or is Imp-One, Imp-Two, or Inese working for the enemy.
I’ll need to scour their brains a bit. See what they know.
Sam secretly hoped that one of them had indeed betrayed them. Or had simply been an unknown accomplice.
That’d be significantly easier to handle than the fact that Jenaphila had started to change the way she was handling things.
If she was expecting the facility to be attacked, that made this whole thing a possible trap.
Looking around the room, Sam found it had banks of monitors, keyboards, computers, and lots of people all watching it. At the rear of the room was a series of doors. They weren’t on the map that he had in his mind.
Near the door were a few chairs, two monitors, and several abandoned steaming coffee cups.
They were watching the hallway camera as a secondary force.
Are they defending this room for another reason or is this just a security room?
Slowly, looking from person to person, Sam found it was all Imps or Elementals. Though as far as he could see, it appeared that the Imps were being overseen by the Elementals.
She really is reacting rather harshly to the Imps. I wonder if she suspects I can convert them.
Chewing at his lip, Sam continued to watch for several seconds before he wandered over to the rear of the room.
Letting his eyes move from monitor to monitor, he found that the whole complex was being monitored from here.
That this indeed was the security room, monitoring room, and possibly even a bit more. Like a garrison or a bunkhouse for all the guards to sleep.
Which definitely moved the amount of security they’d have to deal with to a greater level of danger and risk.
He’d have to check the connected doors at the back to see where they went to confirm that.
Coming to a stop behind a lovely dark-haired, dark-eyed Imp woman of African descent, Sam looked at the view she was keeping track of.