Her Moons Denouement (Fallen Angels Book 2)

by Max Hardy

  ‘Where do you think they are?’

  ‘I have no idea at all.’ he began, still looking at his boots. Then his eyes shot up and he stared at Tait. ‘Where’s Jackson, is someone taking care of Jackson?’

  ‘I think he’s still at your house. There’s an officer stationed there at the moment.’

  ‘Could you find out for me?’ he asked imploringly, fear furrowing his forehead.

  ‘Don’t worry, as a friend, I’ll find out. I’ll take him home if needs be.’

  ‘Thanks.’ Bentley said, relief washing over him. He took a last swig of coffee and passed the cup back to Tait. ‘Thanks for listening and not questioning. Best of luck explaining that to Shankers!’ he finished, the briefest flash of his fiery temperament enlivening the words.

  Tait stood up and approached the door, banging on it loudly. ‘Just leave her to me.’ she said, smiling down at him sadly.

  Sergeant Calvey opened the door and Tait left the cell, walking back to the Sergeant’s desk. Cruickshank was sitting perched on the end of it, her arms crossed sternly, her expression just as severe.

  ‘Well, did the superior friend garner any compelling evidence?’

  ‘No Ma’am. He was tight lipped, hardly said a word.’

  Chapter 30

  It is disappointing not to have found any sign of Madame Evangeline but I enjoyed my time with Rebecca. To watch her reminisce about the things they did at the places we visited was uplifting. The sheer love that oozed from every word she extolled, no matter how lewd they were, was just so heart warming. My empathy was in overdrive because the way she talks about Madame Evangeline is exactly the way I feel about Jess. My emotions are still so mixed up about her. I know Rebecca is finding it hard too. We love her, but we both know that she has played us. We both know she was involved in the deaths of the people we loved. That doesn’t seem to stop our hearts yearning for her again. Why is that?

  I pop the key card into the lock of my hotel door and open it into near darkness. I enter the room and close it. I don’t put the light on, but walk over to the window and open it, looking out over the city, seeing the nearly full moon peeking out from a layer of cloud low in the late evening sky. I turn to the left as I hear a window being raised and watch as Rebecca swings her legs out of it, her knee length pencil skirt rucked up around her hips to give the legs freedom. She smiles over to me with that same playful look she has had on her face all night as she prowls the narrow ledge with feline elegance and arrives in front of the window, not once using a hand to steady herself.

  ‘Would you help a lady in kind Sir?’ she mocks, managing a small curtsy on the ledge. My heart jumps as I briefly think she is falling.

  ‘More a whore than a lady tonight I think.’ as I hold her hand and feign helping her through the window. Not that she needs any help at all as she demurely steps onto the carpet in her black stilettos and adjusts her skirt.

  Suddenly, her hand grips mine tight and I feel her whole body tense.

  ‘There’s someone in the room John.’ she whispers sibilantly, looking at the degrees of darkness over by the wall where most of the evidence is pinned. I look over as well, towards the outline of a chair which I know is over there. There is a subtle movement of shadows on the chair and the sound of ice clinking in a glass as it is placed on a table.

  ‘I am so pleased the two of you have met at long last. I am even happier that you are getting on so well.’

  Rebecca grips me even tighter and I reciprocate, the voice causing my throat to constrict, my heart to race and my whole body to start quivering. I know the voice. I know the woman.

  The shadow stretches as she stands and slinks into a sliver of illumination sculpted by the moon, her long slender legs visible all the way to toned, bare thighs hugged by a short red leather skirt. A black sleeveless camisole top floats over her slim torso, swishing in the breeze of her strides as her long black hair framing a delicate, beautiful face enters the shaft of moonlight.

  ‘Not even a ‘Hello’ from either of you for your old lover?’ she says, her tone low and sultry, simmering and provocative.

  I can’t even speak. I am mesmerised. She is alive. There is no doubt. She is right in front of me. She is walking right towards me in the flesh. In the most beautiful, sensual, curvaceous flesh I have ever known.

  Jessica takes one last stride and is right in front of us. She raises a hand and my gaze follows it hypnotically as she cups Rebecca’s chin and pulls it towards her face, to her parting lips, to her protruding tongue that sinks itself eagerly into Rebecca’s opening, reciprocating mouth. Rebecca yelps as the urgency of the kiss overwhelms her, her knees sagging slightly. Jessica breaks the kiss suddenly, staring straight into my eyes and tilting her head towards me, mine moving closer to hers of its own volition until her tongue eagerly explores the inside of my willing mouth. My body aches under her touch. She breaks and takes a step back.

  ‘You will have questions. Tonight, I will answer three, so think carefully on what they will be. But I will only answer them if you agree to do whatever I want in return. Whatever I want. There are no safe words. I will do exactly as I please. You both have to agree. If you don’t, I leave.’

  I start to speak, my countenance expressing concern, my mind screaming a million things at me, a million things I want to say. She puts a finger quickly onto my opening lips.

  ‘Shush. There is no debate in this. You have a choice, but those choices are ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. They are the only words I want to hear. Anything other than two ‘Yeses’ and I leave.’

  I cannot take my eyes off her commanding emerald eyes. Her voice is intoxicating. I can’t let her go. But can I agree to anything in return? Will Rebecca agree to anything in return? I feel her hand squeeze mine: just once.

  ‘Yes.’ we both say simultaneously, uncontrollable yearning dripping from the word.

  ‘Rebecca, you have a few minutes to think of your first question while I do one of the things I want to do. Just stand there and watch while you think.’ Jessica orders, taking a step closer to me.

  Her hands reach out to the buckle on my belt and I instinctively step back. She grabs it and pulls me forward, right into to her chest, into the heady fragrance of her perfume. She kisses me forcefully, undoing my belt and my trousers deftly, yanking them down and taking my underpants as well. I grimace as she kisses, as her hand catches my still scabbed and slightly weeping penis. My now fully erect scabbed and slightly weeping penis. She pulls her short skirt the small distance up over her pantie-less buttocks and then raises a long leg and circles it around my back, pushing her groin into my cock, roughly jiggling her hips until my tip finds her wet, gaping lips.

  She grabs my hands as she lowers herself onto me, standing on one leg, pulling her other leg tight into my backside. She presses her thumbs into the stigmata in my palms and bites my tongue as she kisses me furiously, her hips moving up and down along my length, the muscles of her cunt constricting tightly around my aching cock. She pulls my hands around from my sides and forces them onto her bare behind, breaking the kiss for a frantic breath. She sneers at me, forcing my hands hard into her arse.

  ‘Fuck me hard and don’t stop until you come!’ she orders aggressively, pushing herself down onto me quicker and quicker. My heart is racing, blood coursing through my veins all the way down to my groin as the mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelms my mind. My balls start to tighten in the glow of orgasm as she pumps harder and harder, my cock swelling uncontrollably inside her as the rush starts and I grunt with every earthy thrust. I throw my head back, clasping her bum so tight I lift her off the ground as the first spurt of ejaculate shoots up inside her and I scream, inflicting half a dozen more forceful thrusts upon her, before I am spent, my face ruddy, my whole body dripping in sweat. I pull her torso tightly into me, still deep inside, feeling her whole body against mine, bathing in the afterglow.

  She reaches up and kisses me, taking a lip between her teeth and biting it, drawing blood as she bre
aks.

  ‘I have missed that John. I have missed you.’ she says through tear filled, sweating eyes, her smile soft and radiant. Still sitting on my length, she turns to Rebecca.

  Rebecca who has her skirt around her waist, who has a hand in her panties pleasuring herself.

  ‘I’ve taught you well.’ Jessica says, still squeezing me inside her.

  ‘But you might want to stop while you ask me your question.’

  Rebecca didn’t stop, just looked deep into Jessica’s eyes with a fiery unrequited passion.

  ‘Who are you, really? John knows you as Jess, I know you as Madame Evangeline, Michael knew you as Eve.’

  ‘I am all of them, depending on who I want to be. But it’s not the name that is important, it is the person that I am. The person you all fell in love with. I was born Jessica Seymour. My father was Henry Seymour, although you will know him as my late husband. I have had many names in my life, but the one I go by most of the time nowadays is Eve. I would like you to call me Eve. That is all. Now John, your turn to think of a question. I think Rebecca may need a hand.’

  Eve lifts herself off my still erect penis and walks the single step to Rebecca, slinking a hand inside her panties to join the one already in there. Eve grabs Rebecca’s free hand and thrusts it between her cum dripping thighs, forcing three of Rebecca’s fingers deep inside herself. My penis is still rock hard and I stroke it as I watch them, kicking my trousers from my ankles as I do. Eve pulls Rebecca tight into her, so that their groins are almost touching, so that the frantically moving hands are banging off each other. They both lean heads in forcefully and start to kiss frantically, the agitated excitement building, their hands moving more rapidly. Both start to moan amongst the kisses, hips bucking under the intensity of the fingering. My throat is dry, my own pulse racing, watching two women frig the life out of themselves. They break mouths simultaneously, both breathing heavily, both staring intently into their glistening emerald eyes. Deep frantic panting, forceful finger thrusts, faster and faster, until they both throw their heads back and scream in the throes of orgasm.

  Eve looks longingly at Rebecca, takes a hand from between her legs and licks the glistening juices off her fingers. ‘It has been far too long my beautiful lover.’ she says wistfully, running one of those fingers down the outline of the scars on a cheek. ‘We let you down. You should never have been in that institute. Your question John.’

  Oh god, my mind isn’t even thinking about questions, it is thinking about the two of them pleasuring each other, it is thinking about fucking Eve. They let Rebecca down. Why?

  ‘Why did you do this to us? Why did you put Rebecca in a position where she fucked her son? Why did you put me in a position where I killed my wife and thought I had killed my son?’

  ‘Life is about choice. Life is about experience. Experience dictates the choices you make. Experience defines your life. We all have filters. Fears, ideals, morals, beliefs. Things that can influence the choices we make and the experiences we expose ourselves to. Why? We wanted to see how you would react with the filters taken away. My last desire now before your last question, so think carefully.’

  Eve backs away from Rebecca, running her hands down between her own legs pleasurably as she does, then running them up her body, over her breasts as she reaches the edge of the bed. She sits down and pushes her body backward onto the bed, onto her back, head resting on the pillows, knees in the air, legs wide apart. Her shaven, glistening, gaping lips stare out at me and make my thick length throb. I want her again.

  ‘Rebecca I want you between my legs, licking my lips, sucking my clit, hands playing with my breasts, bringing me off. Take your panties off. John, I want you behind Rebecca, watching her cunt as she pleasures me. I want you to do what your body tells you to do. Every single thing your body tells you to.’

  Rebecca looks at me and reaches out a hand, squeezing it once as she leads me over to the bed. She slips her panties off and then crawls onto the bed, between Eve’s thighs, her stunted tongue going straight in to drink the mix of love juices. I watch as her behind rises into the air, as her shaven, naked cunt and pulsing anus stare right up at me. Eve is watching me, her face contorted in pleasure, her hands pushing Rebecca’s head into her groin, her lips whispering encouragement. Rebecca starts to gyrate her hips, the rhythmic motion hypnotising me, drawing me in. I step closer and take my penis in my hand. I let the tip touch her moving bum cheeks, let the feeling of the wisps of her flesh against it wash over me. My mind is telling me that I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t really know Rebecca. But every other sinew of me being is willing me to enter her. I move my cock closer, letting it linger in the cleavage of her cheeks, letting it ride with her rhythm. I slide it down the crease, letting it rest on the slightly open anus. I push gently, the minutest part of my tip entering her and hear a timorous shriek. I pull back, scared that I have hurt her. But that is what I want to do, with every single fibre of my being.

  ‘Do it John. Do what your body tells you to do.’ Eve says as she sees me pull back, her eyes rolling ecstatically as she speaks.

  I move back in, letting my end ride her crease again, letting it naturally dance with her cheeks, letting it find a natural place against her anus. And I push. And Rebecca screams, forcing her backside against me. I put my hands on her bum cheeks, grabbing them and pulling as she thrusts back onto me, sinking my whole length inside her, then use my hips to pull it back, then in, then back. I slide my hands down her back, watching Eve loll her head in the bliss of cunnilingus, hearing her moaning grow in intensity. I slip my hands under Rebecca’s blouse, and around her front, cupping her braless breasts, circling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I squeeze them tight, moving my hips faster and faster, sliding in and out of her, feeling another orgasm growing, feeling Rebecca pushing herself hard against me, feeling Eve’s eyes burning into me passionately. I start moaning, start growing, start throbbing, and jerk, forcing the orgasm hard into Rebecca’s arse, forcing Rebecca’s head right into Eve’s cunt, forcing both Eve and Rebecca to scream.

  Rebecca slumps to the bed, taking me with her, my penis sliding out as we both land next to Eve in a heap. Eve pushes herself up on the cushion and slings her legs over the side of the bed.

  ‘One last question Rebecca, what do you want to know?’ Eve asks, standing up and pulling down her short skirt, which barely covers her false modesty.

  Rebecca raises her head from the bed, my body rising slightly as she does. ‘Who are the Fallen Angels?’

  ‘A group of people who have a belief. A belief that fear is what stops us from becoming everything we can be. A belief that the faiths we have all been fed are founded in fear. We have walked the earth for a long time and there have been many of us, many that you would know by name. We have been living, experiencing, watching and waiting. Waiting for our time. Our time is now.’

  Eve turns and slinks to the open window, her silhouette framed in the light of the moon as she turns back to us. ‘I checked your wall earlier. I am impressed. You know more than I thought, but there were a couple of things in the wrong place and a few things missing. I did a bit of rearranging. You might want to check it out.’

  Eve slings her legs over the window sill and looks back one last time. ‘Everything we do, we do because we love you. Always remember that.’ She smiles a melancholic smile and then is gone.

  I back off the bed, half naked, not bothered about it in the slightest and bang the switch on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room, illuminating the evidence wall. Rebecca rises too, equally as unconcerned about her state of undress. We both approach the wall, looking at the things that had been moved. The main things that had been moved were clearly visible. Four groups of three pictures.

  Archbishop Liam O’Driscoll, Elvis Aarons and a man I don’t recognise.

  Imam Mann, Tej Mann and the same unknown man.

  Chodak, Aira Lee and the same man again.

  Then that man again, in a picture with Ed
ward Bentley, Fenny Bentley’s image pinned just below it.

  The next murderer is Edward Bentley.

  Chapter 31

  The police car drove slowly down the incline towards the peninsula below the Forth Rail Bridge, Tait staring into the illumination of the headlights, looking for the side road up to Bentley’s house. She put her foot down and speeded up slightly when she saw it, powering the vehicle up the small gravel track to the edge of the garden where she parked up behind another police car.

  Tait got out of the car and looked up to the foreboding, dark lifeless façade of the house, her expression perplexed when she saw no rooms illuminated. She looked into the driver’s window of the other car, shaking her head when she saw it empty.

  ‘Strange, I wonder where Campbell is?’ she said to herself, walking up the weed infested path towards the front door, carefully watching her footfalls in the soft light from the moon shining down from above the bridge.

  The door was slightly ajar. Tait took a pen light from her pocket and shone it into the small gap, before pushing the door wider. She heard a low whimpering and dropped the light downwards to the source. Jackson sat in his small kennel shaking, his innocent, doe eyed Labrador face staring back up at her.

  ‘Hello son.’ she said, leaning down to stroke the top of his head. He took a few steps out of the kennel, wagging his tail and sinking his muzzle into her crotch. ‘Whoa boy, less of that now. Is there anyone here son, have you seen Campbell?’ she finished, ruffling his ear before standing back up.

  She reached to the left and flicked a light switch on the wall, expecting illumination. The hall remained dark. She flicked it a few times with no change in outcome. ‘Okay, not strange at all then.’

  She shone the pen light into the oppressive blackness of the hallway, letting the focused beam dance over the floor and the walls. There was no movement. ‘Campbell, are you there?’ she shouted, standing up and flashing the light up the stairwell, resting the beam upon each step. The house was silent, apart from the soft panting of Jackson beside her and the breathing of the breeze behind her. She walked down the hallway, angling the light into the open doors to the rooms on the right, not catching any movement as she did, the dog following along behind.