by D. R. Rosier
Sandy moaned as her nipples brushed against the silk sheets while she extended her body forward to taste Natalie’s honey pot. She licked Nat slowly along her labia from taint to her deliciously swollen clit. She was almost shivering in anticipation of Daniel’s hard cock plundering her soaked center when she felt him kneel behind her and rub his sensitive tip along her hot ready slit.
She moaned loudly in approval as she felt Jezebel’s long wet tongue licking down her ass crack and then rimming her dark hole. She started licking Natalie a little harder, slightly parting her now swollen lips. She felt the Angel’s core heat on the tip of her tongue drawing a little moan from her lips.
Her loud moan turned into a gasp as Daniel’s honey coated tip speared deep into her depths. Her warm wet walls conformed to his length, squeezing it tightly. She wiggled her ass and pushed back against him, needing to feel him driving in and out. She felt Natalie start to rock her hips up and grind her face as Daniel started plundering her center over and over with demanding thrusts. Her center was coiling with pleasure as she rode his thrusts up to her height.
Sandy screamed into Natalie’s quivering pussy, “Oh god Daniel! Don’t stop!”
She was brought into bliss and could feel Daniel keep going as Jezebel worked her body with tongue and hands to extend her orgasm naturally with expert stimulation. She felt Daniel expand inside her tight snatch and start to unload his Angel batter deep inside her womb. Natalie also started grinding harder as her center quivered trying desperately to milk Sandy’s questing fingers.
As the three of them came down they all turned to Jezebel who had not yet had her pleasure, determined to remedy the situation…
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Jezebel was feeling much better after that. Her inner succubus sated, but in a way she could live with, in love and lust with her mates. Sandy had made her portal to the apartment for an afternoon class but stayed behind with Natalie and Daniel. She giggled, it was amazing those three got anything done at all work related.
She had showered under a warm spray of water that felt good, cleansing her silky skin of her mates’ hot juices. She felt the beginning of blessed soreness and the feeling of being clean and she smiled, feeling good. Until she looked out the window that is. How the hell was she supposed to get to class? The apartment had media all over the place outside.
She had pulled the guards off to avoid any questions in an awkward direction if the news people got curious about two hulking guys standing outside of her apartment. Of course now she had no one to distract them. The back looked clear though so she took the sliding door out by the pool area and tried to sneak away. She noticed she was being followed, but only by one or two, not the herd out front.
She hoped they would get tired and give it up soon. Her fifteen minutes of fame was getting on her nerves badly. Especially with the council harping on about it every chance they got. When she slipped into the lecture hall she noticed immediately there were too many people.
There were several reporters in the class room. She briefly considered calling security to get them escorted out, but no doubt that would get high ratings and they would continue to hound her. So instead she just started class, ignoring them. At least she tried to, the students were completely distracted. She didn’t really know what to do about it though.
She started getting tense feeling like she was in a trap. No matter what she did she lost. She should have known this would happen and looked into it before now. Just one more oversight on her part. She was afraid it was a mistake but took the path of least resistance, hoping being boring would make them give up eventually.
She ducked out quickly at the end of class, not giving them the opportunity to ask her any questions. She knew she had to lose these guys and anyone else before signaling Sandy for a portal. She couldn’t just disappear from a restroom with the press dogging her heels. Shit. As she tried to lose the reporters she felt a large group of Demons heading in her direction. What now?
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Bernice Whitmore was too old for this shit. She was nearing forty, which was incredibly old for a woman in the news business for a field reporter. She followed the beautiful young woman Jezebel Andrews from a distance. The girl quite clearly did not want to speak to any press so she didn’t bother trying for an interview.
She just followed from a discreet distance to see if anything to extend this hot story came around. She decided she would give it two more days before giving up on it. She just had a feeling that something wasn’t right, why wouldn’t a girl get her 15 minutes of fame and instead avoid the press? It just didn’t make sense to the seasoned field reporter.
Jezebel Andrews had to be hiding something or must be the most humble human she had ever heard of. Bernice was betting on the former, having decided the latter was an old wives tale long ago.
Her producer was already starting to give her pressure on it. The strange thing though is she kept losing the young woman. Sometimes over a day would go by and then Jezebel showed up at her apartment with no one seeing her go in. She shrugged it off. Some people were good at avoiding the press.
She saw Jezebel duck into a bar, no doubt trying to lose any pursuers. She saw a few of her associates go in and then saw her come out the back way. Her quarry moved toward the college exit via the back alleys. She put down her binoculars and continued to follow from a distance. Bernice felt a bit nervous about the side of town the girl was moving toward but managed to stay close without being seen.
All the other reports and photographers were left behind. She was really starting to like this girl’s style. She lifted her binoculars up and saw a bunch of people approaching the young woman. What’s this? She pulled her camera out while approaching blindly so she wouldn’t be seen. She needed to get this on tape, whatever was happening.
She put the small camera around the building and watched the screen to center her shot, the microphone picking up their ongoing argument.
Jezebel said, “Are you crazy! I’m being hounded by press and you are deciding now is a good time to start something? We could be watched right now for all I know, although I did do my best to lose them.”
A large man in the crowd said angrily, his voice dripping with menace, “You got Niklis killed, and that’s all we care about. After he saved every single demon in Portland at his mate’s expense. I don’t see anyone else here except for a soon to be dead traitor half breed.”
Did he just say Demon? What the hell is this girl into, that’s crazy, are they going to really try to kill her? She was definitely too old for this shit. She watched as the big guy attacked the young woman and… She was a martial artist expert? Holy shit! She just took that guy down hard. This is going to be hot news. Wait, is that fire? She shivered as the camera screen showed twisting flames and martial arts fighting. One girl against 20 large men… And she was kicking their asses.
Bernice felt a warm spot between her legs as she peed herself. But after twenty years in the business she held her small HD camera with a steady hand as she looked on in disbelief as the young woman took person after person down with her bare hands and streams of fire. Her arms and legs were moving gracefully through a crowd of brutes, almost like a dance.
It was almost beautiful the way she weaved through them, taking them down one after another. If you discounted the screams of pain and smells of burning flesh that is. It looked like a martial arts movie with cheesy special effects as fire lit the street.
But Bernice knew it was real as she started to sweat. She felt the heat from the flames from her hiding spot just 10 yards from the action. Her eyes went wide as she watched the young woman kill the 20 people that had come to kill her in less than three minutes. Maybe the guy who said Demons wasn’t crazy? She shook her head in shock.
The young woman looked around, as if checking for watchers, a heartbreaking look of sadness on her young face. Bernice knew she was well hidden but worried anyway for a minute. Would she be killed if she was s
een? The young woman didn’t see her however and shot flames from her fingertips, it was so hot she felt the rolling heat and had trouble breathing.
When the flames dissipated there was no evidence of any bodies, blood, or clothing. It was all ash. She thought she was numb at this point but gasped low in shock when she saw Jezebel touch her jade necklace and some kind of portal or gateway opened up in front of her. Bernice wasn’t sure what to call it but she watched as the young woman… Or Demon? Demoness? Or whatever she was, stepped through and disappeared.
Bernice fell to her knees as her body shook in relief, still alive. She decided if she lived after breaking this story she might get an anchor spot after all… She started to laugh hysterically in shock when the random thought that at least she knew the mystery of how the woman was just appearing at her apartment with no one seeing her go in.
Chapter 10
The council watched in shock as cities burned around the world. Last night they had been shocked at the video shown of Jezebel on the 11 o’clock news and almost constantly shown since on the 24 hour news stations. But that shock was nothing to how they felt as the world devolved into madness as Demons were proven to be real and among the world living side by side with humans.
Cities were burning as people rioted and looted. Over 60 countries had declared martial law. It was a total mess out there. They had just got done watching a report that the University was against the spawn of hell. They have removed Jezebel from the graduate program and were reviewing her eligibility for her four year degree.
It was so absurd but Sandy could tell that hurt Jezebel, even as she drowned in the guilt of all the death and destruction the humans were causing around the world. The actual so called evil demons were in hiding. The humans by far much more dangerous right now, to everyone.
The council so far had been quiet as they watched events unfold. Perhaps they were waiting for the smoke to clear before blaming Jezebel for everything. She didn’t know. All she did know was Jezebel was withdrawn and filled with horror at the images of her on the television, and the results of that all over the world.
She was also worrying about the NSA, she could feel the panic coming off of Billy, but so far nothing about moving against Jezebel. Probably because it would be too much in the public’s eye. Not to mention consideration of the other instability issues that would be added with Jezebel’s death in the supernatural community, which would make it all worse.
She knew Jezebel was thinking about outing the Angels now as well. In hope of mitigating the problem. People thought Angels were holy, not just another race. Maybe they would listen long enough to come to believe that Demons were just another race as well. Sandy knew it would be a tough decision. It could back fire big time, or have the desired effect.
She had talked to the other Witches and they were not coming out at all. No doubt that would make things ten times worse as the world called for the evil Demons and Witches who fornicate with them to burn at the stake. She almost giggled. At least that last part was true. She kind of missed Bobby and his thick ten inches, she would go visit but it’s not the time for that.
Problem is if Jezebel does that, shows Angels to the world. The council would probably lose it, really turn on her. Especially if it went bad. But honestly it probably wasn’t a bad idea. It was only a matter of time until some weaker demon got caught and questioned. Who knows what would get out then?
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Head agent Jim flinched as his boss screamed in his ear. He wondered if he would get fired if he just hung up, or put the phone down. Like it was his fault the world was falling apart? Oh right, it was. His agents had lost track of Jezebel after that class, if they hadn’t they could have seized that camera and locked up that old bitch as a threat to national security.
Or really just let her go. She wouldn’t have the proof anymore and no one would believe the cries of conspiracy. Of course none of that happened. The reporter took the footage straight to her producer who put it on the air. After that it was a firestorm, impossible to stop. He sighed. There was really nothing to do. Jezebel was still a keep alive target no matter how much he wanted to wring her cute little neck. He had been trying to talk his bosses into continuing to leave her alone.
Let her go on national TV and out Angels. Really it went against the grain, the NSA was used to burying secrets, not protecting the one passing it on. He didn’t see a way around it though, the supernatural bag was open, and outing the Angels as a normal race which had been in an inter-dimensional war and now cold war with Demons for millennia would make people stop and think.
Of course the religions would go crazy, but most people would catch on that they are just like other people, well, minus the magic. Jim didn’t really care if all the Demons got killed, but the truth was right now it was just the humans getting killed. Including Americans, for who he had sworn oaths to protect. Something had to be done to put out the fires. He reached for the Tylenol. His boss just wouldn’t stop yelling.
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Jezebel sighed. What a damn mess. How did she not find that woman? Oh right, she had been shitting her pants probably which meant no lust to detect. How the heck did I get to here, and why am I so upset about a stupid degree when people are dying?
She felt like a failure in her personal life, letting herself go like that again, hurting Penny. Then she turns around and accidentally or not, outs Demons. She wasn’t sure outing the Angels was a good idea. It felt like it, but she had been wrong so often, and she knew she wasn’t exactly in a great mindset right now to make good decisions.
Sandy thinks it might be a good idea, which made her feel a little better about it. She knew though if Patricia or Katrina caught wind of it… They wouldn’t be happy at all. That doesn’t make it a bad idea though. She took a deep breath, and picked up the phone…
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Jezebel had an appointment at one of the 24 hour news stations in two hours time. She looked in the mirror one more time. She doubted she would make it to downtown Manhattan as herself, after all her face was famous. The only luck so far is no one had traced her to the mansion but as soon as she stepped out…
She was taller, 5’9”. Her raven hair was now a light blonde, her blue eyes a stormy grey. Her breasts were now a B cup and she had made her butt a little smaller as well. Her lips were not as full and her nose was slightly different. She was still attractive, but looked nothing at all like herself. She hadn’t done a full body shape change in a while and it had taken time to get things just right.
She had told Sandy, Natalie and Daniel of her decision last night. They were currently working on an escape route and a place to go if… The council lost it. She felt a stab of guilt, she almost hoped they would, she didn’t want to deal with the greedy power grabbing of Katrina and even Patricia anymore. She wanted to see how much power they could grab without her standing behind them.
Not much at all was her guess.
It actually seemed like a perfect solution, as far as keeping her from taking over and keeping them out of power. The only snag was, without her backup things on the outside would develop into a free for all, as fear of the council’s actions would become an empty threat.
Sandy had offered to make her a portal as usual, but she felt it wasn’t a good idea. The media already had one on tape. Another one might increase the chances of Witches getting caught out although extremely unlikely. Either way Jezebel didn’t want her lover caught up in today’s events. There was also the council to consider, they wouldn’t be able to blame Sandy at all for Jezebel’s actions.
She left the house, only letting her mates know. Her Jade necklace was now a gold ring with emeralds. Sandy thought the necklace might be enough for someone to take a second look at her. She loved it, but she missed the necklace. She took public transportation into Manhattan and the closest subway to the studio.
She got in the building and went into the bathroom to change back to her normal self. Hopeful
ly she would be safe from a mob in here. She realized they may add two and two and discover she can shape change but that would get out anyway, eventually. As she changed her clothes fit better, she had chosen a dress that would hang on the thinner frame and still look decent, but she felt a lot better being back in her normal body shape.
She took a deep breath and went back out to check in at the front desk, assuming she would need a badge and escort to get where she was going. She walked up to the counter to announce herself.
She said, “Hi, Jezebel Andrews. I have an interview here today?”
The security guard poked the sign in sheet and started getting her a badge as she signed in. It was then that his head snapped up and his mouth popped open as his brain caught up. Crap. He called someone to come get her and they stood in awkward silence while they waited.
Jezebel heard the clicking of high heels on the marble tile floor and looked up in relief. She saw a young woman, probably an intern, and smiled in her direction. The girl smiled back shyly, Jezebel actually felt some attraction and a little lust from her. She squashed down her power ruthlessly. This was not the time to lose it again. It wouldn’t be a good idea even with full normal consent.
She could see the headline now. Demon comes for interview, seduces and has way with staff!
The girl said, “Hi, I’m Cindy. Follow me please. Jezebel right?”
Jezebel replied, “Yes, that’s me. The one that got caught on tape.”
Cindy said, “That was actually pretty amazing. Scary though, I’d imagine.”
Jezebel shook her head and said softy, “No, not scary. A waste, sad and stupid, but I wasn’t scared.”
She watched Cindy’s eyes widen and wondered if she should have kept her mouth shut. Maybe Cindy was just surprised by the regret in her voice. All she had done was defend herself after all. She guessed it would seem strange to Cindy since she didn’t know the full story, just that Jezebel was attacked.