by Aaron Crash
The angel’s cheeks were bright red, and sweat trickled down her cheek and dripped onto the table. And then Jack couldn’t see because the demon had settled her sex right onto the angel’s mouth.
But Bailey couldn’t get enough of the angel. She lowered her face down to Gabby’s pussy, sucking on her clit and forcing her tongue into that tight pink hole. Unbelievably, Bailey had pushed her tail into her own pussy, fucking herself while Gabby sucked on her clit.
The sight of Bailey masturbating with her own tail got Jack hard in seconds.
Bailey rose up, her face dripping from the angel’s pussy, and looked full into his eyes, one eye blue, the other glowing scarlet. “Oh, you’re going to fuck her hard, aren’t you, Jack? You’re going to fuck her as hard as I’m fucking myself.”
Jack clambered onto the table. “You talk too much, but I love it.” He grabbed Bailey and forced her mouth onto his cock. He got a hand past her tail, spread her ass cheeks, and stuck a finger in her butthole, slippery from her sweat and sex juices. He could feel the tail filling her sex, and then he felt her coming, her asshole clenching and unclenching on his invading fingers. Her mouth went slack on his cock.
Bailey’s orgasm triggered her own light show, and her scarlet eye gleamed, throwing a bloody light on the table. It illuminated Gabby’s pussy, pink and swollen, and so ready for him.
He took his cock out of Bailey’s mouth and pressed it against Gabby’s wet hole. “Are you ready for me, Gabby?”
“Yes,” the angel hissed between Bailey’s legs. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck her whore cunt,” Bailey agreed.
That was all Jack needed to hear. He pushed himself inside the angel, going deeper, deeper, deeper.
The angel let out a shriek. “Yes! Finally! I’m feeling you, Jack! I’m feeling you in me!”
Bailey clung to him, pushing her sweaty tits against his chest, kissing him and tonguing his mouth, as she rode Gabby’s face to another orgasm. Bailey had grown her horns and her blue eye had gone black, but her red eye continued to shine. Then he felt leathery wings break from her back. Those were new.
He found himself fucking the angel while staring into the sweaty face of the demon.
He grabbed a leathery wing and pistoned in and out of Gabby, who was getting juicier and hotter with every thrust. She was tighter than Bailey, but not as scorchingly hot. It was like Gabby’s pussy was sucking on him, wanting him to come inside her. He could feel all their lust, and it was a dynamo of energy.
Bailey couldn’t stop coming. And every time Jack slammed into Gabby, she cried out, getting closer and closer to an orgasm herself, until Jack joined her, filling her with his cum while she came around him, her pussy milking every last drop from his pulsating prick.
Again, Gabby’s light threw radiance that matched her orgasm.
It was heaven and light, and yet, there was also the musky smell of the demon and the bit of twisted darkness that made up her diabolical soul.
Bailey licked his lips with a forked tongue. “Yes, she is a little slut to have such a horny pussy. Such a sweet little whore that wants your spunk inside her. She came when you did. It’s sweet, and sexy, and we’re going to all fuck forever. Aren’t we, Jack? Aren’t we going to fuck forever?”
He felt like it might be an offer to eternally damn his soul. He didn’t care. He’d fallen in love with both Bailey and Gabby. They would all be together forever because if he could stop time, he could control forever. He could choose what to do with eternity.
“We’re going to be together forever, aren’t we, Jack?” Bailey asked, tears streaming down her demonic face. There was real vulnerability there, real love and desire.
He was still in the angel’s hot sex when he brushed the tears off Bailey’s cheeks. He kissed her gently. “Yes.”
Bailey sobbed, then sighed, as she kissed him back. Then the demon drew back and helped Gabby to sit. They were all naked, and they were all kissing, and while Bailey was crying, Gabby was laughing, cheerful, crazy with love.
“We have to do that all the time!” Gabby screamed into the night. “Every day! We can stop time and make love until the universe is dust!” The angel kissed Bailey, she kissed Jack, and then she couldn’t stop laughing. “The sex was all Ijjinaya, but it was also love, especially near the end, when our little succubus got so emotional. I felt it all! And I loved it all!”
Now that they were sitting up, Gabby could spread her bright white wings.
Jack touched Bailey’s dark leathery wings. “These are new. Why didn’t you show them to me before?”
“I didn’t trust you to love me, like this. As I am.” Bailey glanced down. “I didn’t want to be too monstrous, or I thought you wouldn’t want me.”
Jack stuck a finger under the demon’s chin and lifted her face. “I do love you.” He gave her a final kiss. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me.”
“We can be ourselves,” Gabby agreed. “We can be ourselves, and we can be in love.”
Bailey let out a shuddery breath. “I never expected this. I never expected to feel this much.” She blinked. Then she lost the horns, the wings, the tail, and her eyes returned to their usual, unusual color, one bright blue and the other a dark, dark green. Her eyes were as changing as her moods.
The demon patted Jack’s arm. “Okay, I think we’re done for a minute. Let’s make the hell keys, and then we can go home and fuck more.”
“I certainly hope that’s the plan,” Gabby giggled.
It was. It so was.
Chapter Thirty-Two
CREATING THE KEYS WAS a relatively quick process, but it wasn’t painless.
They had the fire blazing, sparks reaching up to the sky. No one in the park service had noticed Gabby’s halo, so it was just the three of them around the fire, making the hell keys.
Bailey drew symbols on flat rocks and put them at the points of another pentagram she drew in the dirt with the fire at the center. She set the same candles she’d used before on the stones. Luckily, they had a bit more holy water, hidden away in the duffel bag, because Bailey splashed the holy water on the five stones.
Bailey sliced open Jack’s hand with the spear, then chanted more bastardized Latin while holding the spear over the fire. The flames weren’t hot enough to melt the metal, but the demon’s spell soon had the metal pooling into a jagged key shape, floating in the flames. One end was a skull, the other had the grooves on the blade of the key what would unlock a door to hell. It was about the size of a dagger.
“How are you so good with spells, Bailey?” Gabby asked.
The demon shrugged. “It was part of going rogue. I didn’t have a duke or a horde to fall back on, so I had to be self-sufficient.”
“Wasn’t it lonely?” The angel asked the question gently.
Bailey got a hurt look on her face for an instant. “No. It wasn’t fucking lonely. I jilled my clit while watching kings fuck! I’ve seen every kind of depravity you could imagine. There was one Prussian guy who liked to jerk off on bugs. So, no, I wasn’t lonely.”
“Sounds lonely,” Gabby said softly.
The sex demon looked disgusted, and a little hurt, then marched to the car.
Gabby shot Jack a questioning look. “Am I wrong? Why did she get so upset?”
“Sometimes people like to pretend to be stronger than they really are. You wouldn’t know it, but Bailey can be really sensitive. It’s just best to agree with her. Yes, she’s a badass, a lone demon who doesn’t need anyone.”
Jack bandaged his hand. He wasn’t actively shooting anything with the Eternity Cannon, so he couldn’t convert the Kairos in his auxiliary storage to Corpus. He’d just have to heal the wound the old-fashioned way until he shot something. At some point, he figured he’d have more control over the Septua energies, but he had to be patient. He was only level two.
Bailey marched back, hands bloody from where they’d cut Jack. Her dress was dirty from lying on the ground, but she didn’t care. She lit a cigaret
te and summoned the scimitar. “Okay, Feathers. Jack already donated blood. You’re up.”
“Okay.” Gabby bravely held out her palm.
Bailey regarded the slim hand with uncertain eyes. She then thrust the sword into the angel’s other hand. “You cut it. I’m not your fucking servant.”
“You couldn’t hurt me,” Gabby said. Then she immediately corrected herself. “You were going to chop my hand off, weren’t you? It was too much of a temptation.”
Bailey squinted like the angel was crazy, then she realized she’d been given an out. “Fuck yeah, I wanted to chop your hand off, Feathers. That demon’s tooth wanted me to chop everything off, so just cut yourself. But be careful because Jack isn’t all pumped up with cannon power, so we can’t heal you some if you nick a vein or something.”
Gabby nodded, sliced her hand, and let the blood drip onto the blade.
Bailey grabbed it and spoke the spell, melting the blade into another key, this one with two long crossed femur bones. “The skull will get us in. The crossbones will get us out.” She had one eye shut against the smoke rising from the cigarette clamped between her lips.
They talked more, drank beer, and watched the wood turn to ash. It was nearly midnight when they finally made it back to Jack’s apartment. It was Gabby that ushered them in, and then she was on Jack, pushing him onto the sofa, getting them both naked. The insatiable angel straddled him until he was deep inside her again. This time she stared into his eyes as she rode him, up and down, wings out and halo going crazy.
Bailey watched, naked and sweating, masturbating until it was her turn.
Hours passed. They did everything together, and the sun was just starting to rise when they all collapsed into Jack’s bed. He found himself between the musky skin of the demon and the sweet perfume of the angel, and then he was sleeping, out to the world, relaxed and full of energy.
It was almost Thursday. They had less than two days until Friday night. They had about thirty-six hours to kill until they could travel to rescue Annie. Jack thought they’d pay a visit to Evelyn Mundi and her son, but that was never going to happen. They spent all Thursday in bed, sleeping, eating, or having sex. Jack had the cash to have food delivered, so it was a banquet of DoorDash.
Jack ordered three huge plates of Navajo tacos from Señor Chang’s, and if Gabby hadn’t already been orgasming nonstop, she would’ve come again when she tasted the Indian frybread.
It was hours of heaven, though at times, given how Bailey could get in the middle of their savage sex, it might’ve been a circle of pleasurable hell. Jack would shower, thinking they were done, but then he’d be drawn into more sex with the insatiable creatures.
By Thursday night, chafing had become a real issue. It was just after ten, and they’d ordered Thai shrimp enchiladas from Señor Chang’s. That place was amazing. They were in bed by midnight, Jack in the middle, with Gabby and Bailey squeezed against him on either side. He slept fitfully on his back for a few hours.
It was around three when Jack realized that Bailey wasn’t in bed with them. He found her out on the fire escape, smoking in the cold. She had on his big down coat but nothing else, and her tail, in its spiked form, rested on the cold metal under her chair.
Jack retrieved a blanket and went out through the kitchen window. “Bailey, what’s wrong?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. I couldn’t sleep, and then this body craved nicotine. I guess it’s an addiction. Addictions seem like a pain in the ass.”
“From all accounts, they are,” he agreed. “But there’s more to it than that. You’re worried.”
“I’m not worried,” the demon insisted. “We’re going to hell. It was where I was created. It’s where I belong. Hell. Sure. It’s not a big deal.”
“Sure. Not a big deal.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll head back to bed then, if you’re not worried.”
“I’m not worried for me.” She shrugged again, like he was being dumb. “You’ll probably be all right. Time Knights are badass, legendary, fucking mythical. From the little I’ve heard...the little I know. Okay, full disclosure? I have no idea what a Time Knight is. I don’t think anyone does. The fucking Clockwatcher probably made that shit up.”
“So you’re worried about Gabby?”
That drew a dramatic eye roll from the demon. “She’s the enemy. She’s part of an angelic legion, Jack. She’ll always fight for the good and righteous. Maybe we should just let Kerrata give Annie to Duke Tanichron. I mean, she’s just this mortal girl you had a crush on for five minutes. It’s not like you were meant to be soul mates or whatever.”
Jack leaned against the railing. Good thing he’d slipped his feet into his slippers or he’d be freezing a toe off at that point. “Are you thinking that Gabby won’t make it out of hell alive?”
Bailey didn’t answer right away. She sat on one of his dining room chairs, arm resting on her leg. “If she dies, she dies. It’s not like I love her like some kind of long-lost sister I’ve always wanted. It’s not like she’s fucking annoying and kind and so pretty and smells like what heaven probably smells like.”
“Yeah, fuck heaven,” Jack said.
It was like Bailey didn’t hear him. She flicked ashes off her cigarette. Then she locked eyes with him. “If she blows that horn in hell, and if anyone hears it, there’s a good chance it will be taken as a declaration of war. I mean, there’s already the Time War happening, or will have happened, or whatever. But if her legion realizes she went to hell, without permission, her commander will be pissed. She’ll be wanted, an outcast, a fucking fallen angel, Jack. And the universe doesn’t care about shit like me, a fucking rogue succubus who cut ties with her duke a long time ago. But a fallen angel? That shit has consequences. She’s doing it for Annie, I know...Gabby is. She knows that Annie is a pure soul, important somehow, and truly nice. Sure, Annie is all that and a bag of honey-roasted peanuts, but dammit, Jack, I’m a simple country sex demon, not John Constantine. I can’t stop heaven from hurting Gabby. And our angel friend doesn’t know how lonely it can be...when you lose connection with your people. For me it was my demonic horde. For her, it’ll be her legion.”
“I know how lonely it can be,” Jack said.
Bailey didn’t even try to hide her smirk. “How do you fucking know? You’re just some monkey who still has a mother and a best friend.”
Jack knelt in front of the demon. “I watched my dad, with his partner, with his police buddies, and they were family. I wanted that. I didn’t get it. I became a fucking security guard, and whenever I did see a Plum Creek cop, they knew me, and they knew I’d never be a policeman ever again. I know what it’s like to be exiled. But you and I are going to give Gabby a family. We’re going to be her friends, her lovers, her legion.”
Bailey couldn’t hold his gaze. She pinched the cherry off the cigarette without wincing. “What about sweet fucking Annie? Aren’t you and her going to play house together? Man and wife, monogamy and maggots?” It looked like it hurt for Bailey to ask him about his future with Annie.
“I don’t know, Bailey. First, we’ll save Annie, then we’ll see what happens. And for what it’s worth, they’re called babies, not maggots.”
“Same diff.” Bailey stood and drew him up for a kiss.
She tasted like cigarettes and cinnamon schnapps. Not a bad combination.
He finally got the demon back to sleep by having her lay her head on his lap while she stretched out on the sofa. He caressed her hair until she was completely relaxed. A second later, she was sleeping. He watched her face. She could be so expressive, but now she was resting. He did have to wonder what might happen with Annie after all this was over. In the end, he couldn’t imagine a nice Plum Creek girl like her would ever join him, living in partial sin with supernatural creatures and doing questionable things to make a living.
And how could Annie live a normal life knowing there might be some unseen monster chewing on her or the people she loved?
The
true answer? Annie’s life would never be normal again. Unless...
Jack had a plan that might set things right for Annie as long as they all survived the coming fight.
Jack had finally fallen asleep when Gabby woke him up. She touched his face, and it was a lovely way of coming awake. He smelled her, so he knew it was okay.
It was nearly noon outside. The bright sun filled the window.
The angel had showered, her hair was damp, and she had a soft smile on her face. “I know Bailey was worried about me last night. I know she thinks I’m risking everything, and I am. I know what I’m doing. I know when I am on the righteous path.”
Bailey answered without opening her eyes. “I hope you’re not full of shit, Feathers. Even if you are, I’ll be here for you.”
Jack nodded and smiled at the angel. Who smiled back. They had still at least six hours until they had to go to hell. He knew exactly how he wanted to fill the time. He pulled in the angel for a kiss, which led to more.
Chapter Thirty-Three
FRIDAY NIGHT, SIX O’CLOCK, they drove to the parking lot behind the bank. Jack didn’t feel like walking, and besides, the hell keys weren’t small. The parking lot was fairly empty since Friday wasn’t a busy time for either the gym or the Big Boy Café. Even the King Soopers didn’t have much traffic.
On the way over, Bailey had gone into great detail about their encounter with Wanda in the gym’s locker room.
Gabby had turned quizzical. “So Wanda was interested in sex even though she was pulled out of the timestream? Wasn’t she...shy?”
Jack laughed. “Not shy at all.”
Bailey explained, “No, for her, it was this intensely sexual situation. I’m glad I’m hot, and Jack has a big dick. That made the seduction way easier.”
They parked and walked to the back of the bank, another dead space, otherwise known as a thin space. But this one was close to where Kerrata had kidnapped Annie.