by Eric Vall
“I agree, Ira.” I nodded. “You’re going to get burnt out if you’re not careful. Just hang back and focus on your political career for a while. I don’t even know who we’re going after next, and there’ll always be another demon to slay.”
“You don’t know how correct you are, Jacob Ralston,” a booming voice called out that nearly made me jump out of my shoes.
The succubi and I did jump to our feet though, prepared to kick ass. We turned toward the direction of the sound and saw a man in a flowing white robe standing against the corner with his arms crossed. He had his long black hair put up into a manbun, and his bright blue eyes seemed to shimmer in the dull light of the room.
It was the Archangel, Raphael, and at the sight of him, we all relaxed.
“Jesus, Raph.” I sighed. “You gotta stop sneaking up on us like that.”
“I apologize, Jacob,” the angel apologized, “but please don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.”
“Sorry,” I fake-apologized. “What brings you here, old friend?”
Raphael looked like he was in rough shape. His normally well-kempt hair was messy, and the bags under his eyes told me that he probably hadn’t slept in days. Meanwhile, his robe had stains all over, as if it hadn’t been washed.
“I had to see you immediately.” He sighed grimly. “I’m afraid I come bearing some disturbing news.”
“Did one of your mortal baby-mamas come looking for alimony?” Cupi snarked.
“I appreciate your attempt at humor, Cupiditas.” Raph let a small smile rise at the corner of his lips. “But no. This is much, much worse. Our friend, the Archangel Uriel, has gone missing. I believe he’s been kidnapped by the forces of the Demonic.” Raph’s face turned into a somber frown. “Or worse.”
Chapter 4
Shadow sped through the streets of Phoenix, under cover of the dark desert night. The second that Todd and Tris had returned from their munchie run, I snagged the keys to the vehicle and decided to head toward my cult’s hideout. If we really were going to be tracking down a missing Archangel, rallying my cultists was probably the best place to start.
“I still don’t get why you didn’t just call Oliver,” Todd muttered from the middle seat. “It would have saved me from being uncomfortably smashed between two guys for an entire car ride. I think I’ve had to say ‘no homo’ more times today than I have in my entire life.”
“Doubtful,” Raphael uttered under his breath.
“What’d you say, angel boy?” Todd demanded. “We may be best buds, but don’t think I won’t give you the ol’ one-two, one-two if you get outta line.”
“Of course,” the Archangel said with a coy smile. “I’d never think of insulting you, Todd.”
“Damn straight,” the imp nodded, “but, as the leader of this group, I’ll let it slide. Just this once. Now, Jakey, why are we doing this the old fashioned way?”
“Honestly, because up until we stole the loot from Shax, I couldn’t afford to pay their cell phone bills,” I admitted. “Did you know my cultists racked up almost ten thousand dollars worth of charges last month? How is that even possible?”
“Two words, bro,” Todd suggested. “Candy. Crush.”
“Oh!” Raph perked up. “Is that like Snake? I love Snake.”
“I bet you love the snake.” The imp snickered and put his two index fingers together. “That’s why you’re trying to find Uriel so bad.”
“Excuse me?” Raph sneered. “I’m trying to find Uriel because he’s been a dear friend for millennia, and he’s one of the most powerful allies we have in this battle against Lucifer and his forces. Not because I want to play a game with him.”
“Boys, boys,” Gula spoke up from the back seat, “can’t we all just get along? I thought we were all on the same side?”
“We are.” I nodded. “Todd and Raph just have the whole ‘Laurel and Hardy’ dynamic between the two of them.”
“Jakey’s right,” Todd admitted as he flipped around to face the succubi in the back. “Raphey and I may get on each other’s nerves all the time, but deep down, we both know that we’re bestest buds. No homo.”
“No homo.” Raph sighed. “I still can’t believe you make me say that.”
“And I can’t believe you’ve gone your whole life without saying it!” Todd shot back. “What the fuck did you do when you accidentally brushed another man’s hand or when you were pressed up against them on a crowded subway or when you accidentally walked in on them in the shower?”
“Is that last one a common problem?” Cupi asked curiously.
“You bet your ass it is, my bodacious blonde,” the imp explained. “Our old apartment had no locks on the door. If you were in a baked-out haze or a drunken stupor, it was like playing Russian roulette every time you opened that door.”
The trip between our mansion and the main headquarters of the Cult of Ralston was only a twenty-minute drive, but it always felt like it was so much further away. The building was located in an old store just on the outskirts of the Phoenix metropolitan area. It was just far enough out in the desert to be secluded, but still close enough to be accessible from the city.
As we pulled up to the modest white and black building, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the entire situation. Three succubi, a demon-slaying mortal, and an imp were taking an Archangel of the highest order to a little building out in the middle of the desert that had been taken over by a former demon-worshipping cult.
It was batshit insane, but that had been my life for the last year and a half.
I pulled Shadow into the parking lot, put her in park, and then killed the engine.
“It’s much bigger than I imagined,” Libidine mused from the backseat.
“Sounds like our first time with Jacob,” Cupiditas cooed. “Those were good times.”
“Don’t make me jealous, Sisters,” Gula pouted. “I’ve yet to make the connection with our new master, but I’m dying to do so.”
“Patience is a virtue, Gula,” Liby explained as we exited our vehicle. “Your time will come, and when it does, it will be magical. I know mine was.”
“Maybe we should just focus on finding Uriel for now,” I suggested. “There’s always plenty of me to go around.”
“You can say that again,” Cupi purred and bit her lip.
“Stop it, Cupi!” Gula nearly moaned. “You’re just making me want him more and more.”
“I dunno about you, Raphey,” Todd interjected, “but I’m gonna go on inside and let these lovebirds hammer this out on their own. That’s not something my retinas need to be exposed to.”
Raphael nodded. “If you wish to fornicate out here, I’ll gladly go in and speak to Oliver myself,” he offered.
“We’re not-- I’m coming in--” I stammered.
“You’re cumming?” Todd exclaimed. “TMI, bro. TMI.”
“No.” I sighed. “I’m coming inside--”
“Bro,” Todd grabbed his stomach, “I really don’t need to know where you’re spraying your love juice.”
“I’m going into the building with you!” I finally spat.
“Oh,” the imp said with surprise. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I was-- Nevermind.” I sighed and then began to walk toward the door of the building.
The headquarters for the Cult of Ralston was moderately sized, as it sat in a single-story structure that was about the width and length of a small warehouse. The building used to be a convenience store for travelers who wanted to avoid city prices, but it had sat abandoned for years, condemned and waiting to be torn down. That is, until we came along, bought it with Robert Quinn’s money, and then gave it a little TLC.
Now, it was the main hub for the entire organization.
The six of us sauntered up to the main door, and then I knocked gently. There was a sound of mechanical locks turning and chains being removed, and then the bright red door opened to reveal one of my loyal followers.
“Welcome to our humble ab
ode, mast-- uh, Jacob,” the man in the navy robe caught himself.
“The pleasure is all mine.” I nodded and entered the building.
It was easy to see the remnants of the convenience store in the headquarters. The entire floor was still made up of bright, neutral-colored tile, and many of the large metal shelving units were still present, now home to dusty old books and artifacts. Most annoyingly, there was the distinct hum of fluorescent lighting from above.
Of course, the contractors we’d hired had done their best to make the old store feel more like an office building. There were cubicle dividers all throughout the far end of the structure, and I distinctly remembered them talking about turning the entirety of the back into individual offices. Not to mention, there were ugly black-and-gray area rugs all throughout the place.
It may not have been much, but it was ours.
“There he is!” Oliver’s voice echoed through the room. “Jacob Ralston, in the flesh!” Once he got a little bit closer, the old man extended his right arm and violently shook my hand.
“I was starting to get worried,” the cultist admitted. “We hadn’t heard from you in a few weeks, and I noticed that all of our cell phones weren’t working. I was afraid you’d abandoned us.”
“Give me a break, Oliver,” a familiar voice prodded. “Jacob would never abandon us. Not even if his life depended on it.”
I looked over to see the stunning brunette walking our way. She was also adorned in the standard uniform of the cult, but this navy robe hugged the green-eyed woman in all the right places. As she walked, her massive breasts jiggled playfully underneath the fabric of her clothes, and her hips swayed side to side with each step she took.
My lover Jane was always a delicious sight to behold.
“Yeah,” I admitted, “the phone thing was on me. The truth is, we were bleeding funds for a while there. The banks decided to freeze Robert Quinn’s accounts, and our demon-hunting endeavors were anything but cheap. Luckily for you, we just came across a little nest egg that’s gonna last us a very, very long time. I’ll get your phones back up and running ASAP.”
“Such a gentleman,” Jane cooed. “Always putting his cultists first.”
“Yup, that’s me.” I winked to the brunette. “Just call me Mr. Charitable.”
“I’m gonna barf,” Todd gagged.
“So to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit, ‘Mr. Charitable?’” Jane asked coyly.
“Unfortunately, Jacob is here on my behalf,” Raphael said as he stepped into the conversation. “Our ally, Uriel, has gone missing, and I’m afraid he may have been snatched up by one of Beelzebub’s minions.”
“We wanted to come here and see if you guys had any leads,” I continued, “or at least if you had any idea on where the fuck we’d even start to look for an Archangel.”
“Well,” Oliver pondered, “I can almost guarantee that if Uriel was captured, it wasn’t by one of the Seventy-Two Servants. There are only four surviving members, and they have all fled to the far corners of the globe like the cowards they are. No matter. The Cult of Ralston will still find them, and we will incinerate them with extreme prejudice.”
“Damn,” Todd whistled. “And I thought Crazy Eyes got intense.”
“I appreciate the enthusiasm,” I agreed, “but is there any way we can get everyone on high alert and looking for Uriel? I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the Seventy-Two Servants can wait.”
“Of course, Jacob,” Oliver said with a bow. “I will send out an alert right away. Er, once our phones get reactivated.”
“I’ll get on that,” I promised. “In fact, if you guys have an internet hookup, I’ll get on that right now.”
“We have a couple of open computers in the back offices,” Jane said as she pointed to the back end of the building.
“It’s okay,” I retorted, and then I pulled out my phone. “I can just do it on here as long as I have the wifi password.”
“It’s gonna be better if you use the desktop,” Jane insisted. “The connection is a million times faster.”
“Alright,” I conceded. “Since you’re so adamant about it, I’ll oblige.”
“You won’t regret it,” Jane promised.
I turned to go back to the offices, but I was halted by Cupi’s hand on my arm. “Wait,” the blonde succubus implored. “Take Sister Gula with you. She’s very good with technology.”
“The best, actually,” Libidine added with a giggle.
“I see what you’re doing.” I clicked my tongue and winked at them.
“You’ll thank us later,” Cupi said as she pressed her slender finger over my lips. “Now go.”
I shook my head, smiled, and then motioned to Gula. “I guess we’re going solo for this one, Gula,” I explained. “Let’s get back there and pay that bill.”
“Right away, Master.” The short redhead nodded and began to follow.
The two of us walked through the makeshift corridors of cubicles until we finally came upon a set of double doors that read “Offices.” I pushed them open, and then we passed into the bowels of the former convenience store.
“You know,” Gula observed, “this is the first time the two of us have been alone together. Usually, the other succubi are with us.”
“What’s the matter?” I asked with a grin. “Are you shy?”
The redhead snorted. “Anything but,” she argued. “It’s just… I don’t know… I feel like Sister Libidine and Sister Cupiditas are putting a lot of pressure on me to hook up with you.”
“Really?” I noted sarcastically. “I didn’t notice.”
We passed by a few of the offices of the lower-level cult members, and then we were at the computer room. I stepped aside and let the succubus enter the room first.
“Well… I want to,” Gula continued. “I really, really want to. But--”
“You want to ease into things,” I finished her sentence. “I get it, Gula. We don’t have to rush into that if you’re not ready.”
“What?” the Sister of Gluttony asked with a confused quirk of her lips. “That’s not what I meant at all.”
“What did you mean, then?” I questioned.
Gula looked down at the ground bashfully and then turned her head up to stare me in the eyes. The succubus bit her lip, and I could see that her nipples were growing erect through her tight shirt.
“I… I want you now, Jacob,” she admitted. “I can’t wait like the rest of my sisters did. I was just afraid that you’d think I was being selfish or using you for your body or--”
I stepped over and wrapped my hands around the redhead’s wide waist. “Gula,” I chuckled. “Why would I ever turn down that offer? Especially from a woman as beautiful and talented as you?”
“Stop it!” The succubus giggled. “You’re making me blush.”
The redhead’s violet eyes surveyed the room for a moment, and then she pulled away from my grip and began to saunter over toward a nearby closet. As she walked, my eyes wandered to her curvy ass, which was covered only by a thin layer of legging fabric.
I couldn’t wait to pull them down so there would be nothing between me and the succubus’ ass.
Gula looked back at me and then beckoned for me to follow. She didn’t need to tell me twice. I practically ran over to the succubus, spun her around to face me, and then pressed my lips against hers. I reached back and popped open the closet door as our tongues explored each other’s mouths, and the two of us literally fell through the doorway.
Thankfully, this was a large closet, more akin to a storage room, so there was more than enough room for our love-making.
Our bodies rolled around on the carpeted floor as we continued to make out and fumble at our clothes. Eventually, I was able to wrap my hands around Gula’s shirt and tug it off her head.
The succubus’ massive breasts plopped happily against her chest, and her dark red nipples stood erect atop her large areolas. Without even giving it a second thought, I moved down and beg
an to suck on her tits.
Gula let out a groan of pleasure and ran her hands through my hair. At the same time, I allowed my right hand to slide gracefully down her body, down into her pants. I felt the dampness of the redhead’s pussy, so I slid two of my fingers deep inside of her.
The succubus responded with another moan as I began to finger her and lick her nipples at the same time.
“Oh, Jacob,” she groaned. “I… This is amazing.”
I kept pleasuring Gula, and she was got wetter by the moment. Her moans grew more intense, and then she began to tense her body as if she was preparing to orgasm. Then, she reached down, grabbed my hand, and pulled it out of her pants.
“Nonono,” she panted. “If you’re gonna get me off, it’s gonna be with that massive cock between your legs.”
“With pleasure,” I teased as sat up and pulled off my shirt.
Once the shirt was gone, I tugged off the woman’s leggings and grinned with delight. Gula’s pussy was dripping wet, and the clean-shaven mound between her legs was pulsating with anticipation as it waited for my dick.
I stood up, pulled down my pants and boxers, and revealed my rock-hard erection.
“It’s-- It’s even bigger than I thought!” Gula gasped. “Get it inside me. Right now.”
I grabbed the base of my shaft and guided it slowly into the redhead’s throbbing pussy. The succubus’ mouth fell open as I entered her, and her moans grew louder the further I pushed into her. Once I was all the way inside, she bit her lip and looked at me hungrily.
“Fuck me hard,” she purred. “I want everything you’ve got.”
Right after the words left her mouth, I pushed the last remaining bit of my cock inside of Gula. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then I started to move in and out of the succubus, making sure that she got each and every inch of me. Gula’s incredibly large breasts bounced in unison with the sound of my thrusts, and I could feel myself already headed toward the edge.
Finally, the succubus reached up and pressed her hand against my bare chest. “It’s my turn,” she said through her moans.