sleep. “Is, too!”
We both looked at her a moment.
Catching Holy’s gaze, I told her, “Go down to Lillian’s room. Outside her door, there should be a basket of fey wine, three bottles. Bring them here. If any are missing, hunt them down and break the thief’s fingers.”
“I’m not going to do that!” Holy said.
“Some demon you are. Are you sure you’re cut out for this profession?”
“Just because I like people to like me doesn’t mean I can’t kick ass. I just like having a good enough reason.”
That made my head hurt. “Just go.”
“Fine.” She stomped off, and still the floor didn’t creak.
Weird. Maybe she’s half angel. Holy moved the screwdriver, went out with it, and put it back under the door to keep it closed.
I went inside the screens. Christie lay on a twin bed, on top of a fluffy pink comforter. A little electric heater warmed the closed-in space. A nightstand at the foot of the bed held a 13.3 inch LED HDTV. An old black-and-white movie played. And Christie was indeed wearing her black Power Ranger costume.
I shed my clothes so that all I had on was a smile and the snake-fang necklace. The talisman might prove useful. I often experienced weird-assed dreams, events that later proved real. I couldn’t control this ability, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to wear the necklace to bed.
You never know.
As I stood at the edge of the bed, Christie rolled onto her back, her eyes in the mask slitting open. “I have to warn you, stranger, even though I have compassion for your understandable obsession with my perfect virginal body, I’m not going to make it easy for you to take me.”
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I leaned over her. “You’re a virgin? I find that unbelievable in this modern age.”
“That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.” Christie’s voice went husky with need, and muffled by the mask she wore. Lying there, she assumed a battle pose that somehow failed to intimidate me. In a final act of provocation she wiggled cupped fingers in a come-and-get-it motion.
My grin widened. I straddled her. My cock engorged. “Fine, if that’s the way you want it.”
She pumped a gloved fist into my chest with the enraged might of a rampaging hamster.
I laughed. “You are strong, Ranger, but my lusty loins will not be denied.” I snagged her wrists and pinned them to the bed. Using one hand for this, I freed up my right hand, gripping the costume at her neck.
“Damn you,” she said. “Too … powerful. I can’t fight … free!”
“Yeah, I hate it when that happens.” Rippppp! I tore the cloth from chin to crotch, laying nubile flesh bare.
She gasped, loudly. “Oh, whatever will become of me?”
I gripped a rosy-nippled tit and squeezed firmly, managing another sinister laugh. “Oh, you’ll get accustomed to me, if you survive the first dozen orgasms.”
Then Holy was back, a stool raised high to bash out my brains. “You beast!” she cried.
“Hey, that’s my line.” Christie said.
1
ELEVEN
“Playing with fire is always fun,
until the Fire Department arrives.”
— Caine Deathwalker
The ass-destined end of the stool dropped toward my head. I punched the seat with dragon strength, imprinting my knuckles in the metal. There was an explosive pop of impact followed by the stool flying over Holy’s head.
“ Ka-tang! ” Christie yelled, adding a sound effect of her own.
The stool hit high on the far wall, half embedded there. I heard drywall breaking, pieces of it splattering to the floor.
Holy staggered back and fell on her ass. “Ouch!”
I hissed at her. “This is role play, idiot. Get a grip and get outside the door. See that I’m not disturbed by
We both looked at her a moment.
Catching Holy’s gaze, I told her, “Go down to Lillian’s room. Outside her door, there should be a basket of fey wine, three bottles. Bring them here. If any are missing, hunt them down and break the thief’s fingers.”
“I’m not going to do that!” Holy said.
“Some demon you are. Are you sure you’re cut out for this profession?”
“Just because I like people to like me doesn’t mean I can’t kick ass. I just like having a good enough reason.”
That made my head hurt. “Just go.”
“Fine.” She stomped off, and still the floor didn’t creak.
Weird. Maybe she’s half angel. Holy moved the screwdriver, went out with it, and put it back under the door to keep it closed.
I went inside the screens. Christie lay on a twin bed, on top of a fluffy pink comforter. A little electric heater warmed the closed-in space. A nightstand at the foot of the bed held a 13.3 inch LED HDTV. An old black-and-white movie played. And Christie was indeed wearing her black Power Ranger costume.
I shed my clothes so that all I had on was a smile and the snake-fang necklace. The talisman might prove useful. I often experienced weird-assed dreams, events that later proved real. I couldn’t control this ability, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to wear the necklace to bed.
You never know.
As I stood at the edge of the bed, Christie rolled onto her back, her eyes in the mask slitting open. “I have to warn you, stranger, even though I have compassion for your understandable obsession with my perfect virginal body, I’m not going to make it easy for you to take me.”
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I leaned over her. “You’re a virgin? I find that unbelievable in this modern age.”
“That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.” Christie’s voice went husky with need, and muffled by the mask she wore. Lying there, she assumed a battle pose that somehow failed to intimidate me. In a final act of provocation she wiggled cupped fingers in a come-and-get-it motion.
My grin widened. I straddled her. My cock engorged. “Fine, if that’s the way you want it.”
She pumped a gloved fist into my chest with the enraged might of a rampaging hamster.
I laughed. “You are strong, Ranger, but my lusty loins will not be denied.” I snagged her wrists and pinned them to the bed. Using one hand for this, I freed up my right hand, gripping the costume at her neck.
“Damn you,” she said. “Too … powerful. I can’t fight … free!”
“Yeah, I hate it when that happens.” Rippppp! I tore the cloth from chin to crotch, laying nubile flesh bare.
She gasped, loudly. “Oh, whatever will become of me?”
I gripped a rosy-nippled tit and squeezed firmly, managing another sinister laugh. “Oh, you’ll get accustomed to me, if you survive the first dozen orgasms.”
Then Holy was back, a stool raised high to bash out my brains. “You beast!” she cried.
“Hey, that’s my line.” Christie said.
1
ELEVEN
“Playing with fire is always fun,
until the Fire Department arrives.”
— Caine Deathwalker
The ass-destined end of the stool dropped toward my head. I punched the seat with dragon strength, imprinting my knuckles in the metal. There was an explosive pop of impact followed by the stool flying over Holy’s head.
“ Ka-tang! ” Christie yelled, adding a sound effect of her own.
The stool hit high on the far wall, half embedded there. I heard drywall breaking, pieces of it splattering to the floor.
Holy staggered back and fell on her ass. “Ouch!”
I hissed at her. “This is role play, idiot. Get a grip and get outside the door. See that I’m not disturbed by
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