Victor wasted no time in revealing his grotesque form. A pair of warped wings adorned his gnarled back, and the front of his body was practically made up of scar tissue, with odd wads of hair poking from places that they shouldn’t. His muscles formed strange, asymmetrical lumps, and all burned with a crimson energy that gave them strength far beyond their physical properties. He unfastened his pants, and they fell. A fetid mass revealed itself, full of holes and maggots. It had once belonged to police officer Victor Rosenkruez, but given its relatively low operating priority, the demon now inhabiting that body hadn’t bothered to keep blood flow going to it. Victor gave the limp, rotting member a disapproving look, and waved his hand over it. It glowed scarlet for a few seconds, and in its place stood a tall, firm picture of manhood.
It was perfect in every conceivable way, and Carrie made no secret of her adoration of it. She wrapped her hands around it, letting the steaming heat issuing from it wash over her. “Please…”, she begged Victor, giving it a plaintive lick, “Let me have my way with it before we proceed, my lord. I promise, I’ll be quick enough for the sigil to still be there when your seed arrives.” Victor smirked. “Carnal pleasures, hm?”, he mused. After a few seconds of thought, he nodded. “Very well, concubine. Proceed.” Carrie nodded, looking over the throbbing mass with hunger in her gaze. After a few small licks that elicited a series of shivers from Victor, she engulfed it. Her tongue, teeth and gums worked in unison to slide and grind over every inch of the exposed flesh, and it left Victor more than a little taken aback by just how much he loved it. Slowly, keeping his cock firmly in Carrie’s reach the whole time, he lowered himself onto the bed. “You may all go home.”, he said to his servants. One by one, they filed out of the building. Carrie’s tongue brushed from the base of the pillar of hot flesh to the tip, and Victor’s entire body pulsed. His malformed wings spread wide under him, and his back arched.
Finally, Victor relaxed completely, and the only sounds Carrie could hear were her own slurping and Victor’s gasps and moans. One of her hands cupped his reformed balls, and the other slid down her side. Victor thought that she was just trying to look alluring, but a few dozen meters away, a slim man in full Sea Org regalia felt a vibration in his chest and began making his way toward the apartment. As he drew nearer, Carrie felt a growing heat in her right ankle, indicating his position. When it began to sting just a bit, signaling that he was entering the apartment, Carrie threw herself on top of Victor and slid her hips up and down, leaving a puddle on his gnarled and stitched-together mons pubis. Victor grew even less vigilant. He didn’t have a care in the world as Carrie maneuvered him deeper and deeper inside her, moaning loudly all the while. He reached a perfectly manicured hand up and caressed her petite breasts, and she gave him a sly smile in return. While all this happened, Chris had slipped in and out of the apartment smoothly, save for a pair of guards who fell in seconds to his superior might and martial skill. The fight had been brief and almost completely silent, as had his entrance and exit. Walking down the hall toward the stairs, the pants leg of his uniform did a lovely job of hiding the holy katana he had pilfered.
Victor could sense that the sword was no longer near him, and he shot to attention, throwing Carrie to the floor. “I can’t believe it.”, he mused. “I can’t fucking believe it!” He threw his head back and guffawed, pointing a glowing hand at Carrie. “I admit it, human, you managed to outsmart me. Rest assured though, I’ll find that sword before you get it to the only person who can use it against me.” A blast of red-hot energy seared a hole in the floor where Carrie had just been sitting. Victor’s entire body was still tingling just a bit, making it hard for him to ascertain her exact location. He knew where she had gone when he heard a window being smashed. “She won’t get far…”, he yawned, then lumbered back onto the bed. He grabbed a cell phone from the nearby nightstand.
“Gallagher”, he said to the man on the other end as he stroked his throbbing cock, “The sword is out of my hands now. It’s been stolen. The sigil-bearer was a fake, and she’s in cahoots. They’re all on the run, and they’re probably going to give the sword to Aaron.” The man on the other end of the phone grunted. “Tough situation you’ve left me with, Lord Victor.”, he said matter-of-factly. “I understand that,” came the velvety reply, “But if I can’t rely on you now, then you’re clearly not fit to help me run the New Earth I’m working on, ya dig?” Gallagher nodded. “I would agree, my lord. I’ll bring you the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi in short order.” “Good, good…”, Victor hissed. With thoughts of Carrie’s naked flesh and the wonders she had worked on him etched in his mind, his dick finally erupted. A shower of stinking off-white fluid issued forth, coating the roof and coming back down in gobs to splatter on the bed and run over Victor’s naked body. Satisfied, he settled into bed with a few small movements and sighed. “Now, no calls. I just had truly phenomenal sex for the first time in thousands of years, and I’ll probably be napping for a day or so, at least.” Victor ended the call, trusting that Gallagher would set things right. His entire body was warm and tingly, and an ineffable sensation danced around in his nethers. He closed his eyes, and sleep overcame him in mere seconds. Just as his consciousness began to fade, he heard panicked footsteps entering the room. One particularly weak-willed guard was overcome by the stench and the sight, and left evidence of his disgust on the floor before leaving in a hurry. Victor decided to deal with it later, and finally dozed off.
The denizens of downtown Clearwater seemed more than a little stunned to see a naked woman parachuting from the Fort Harrison, but nobody said anything. Upon landing, she folded the parachute and wrapped it about her person like a large, leathery dress, and went on her way. Sea Org uniforms brushed past her in droves, with reports of an intruder now beginning to make their way out. A few made the connection and tried to find her, but she had vanished into the downtown crowd and was already well past Cleveland Street. She heard a ringing in her ear as she walked toward Drew Street, and answered the tiny embedded phone with a click of her molars. “I don’t know what you did to him, Carrie, but I got in and out with no trouble. You can pull out now.” Carrie cleared her throat. “Well, about that, Chris…” “About that?”, Chris gulped. Carrie nodded to herself. “He knows the sword’s gone. He didn’t chase me when I bailed, so I’d assume he has people after us. Sea Org is in a tizzy. You should watch your back.” Chris spat and cursed. “Well that’s just fucking grand, Carrie. Now what do I do with this hunk of metal? If I try to head to the hospital and give it to Aaron, I’m dead meat.” “Meet me at the bridge over Stevenson’s Creek,” Carrie said calmly, “I know a place we can lay low for a while."
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