A siren and an incubus chapter 2
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A siren and an incubus, chapter 2
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-chapter 2! Yayyyyyyy
-I wonder what I'll do with this chapter. It's hard to know when I make things up on the fly. It's a system that has worked pretty well for me so far.
-if it ain't broke don't fix it
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"You're dating daddy?" Michael seemed confused. Sissel, on the other hand, seemed quite happy. "I'm Lisa" Lisa smiled and walked over to hug me. It felt weird, but somehow... satisfying. "And I'm... I'm Michael" the boy said, hiding behind his father's leg.
"He's a shy one" Sissel laughed. I smiled and reached out to shake Michael's hand. He took it hesitantly. "Most people run away when they find out daddy has us" Michael said, still hiding behind Sissel's leg.
"I won't run away" I smiled. He seemed relieved at that. Sissel got an imaginary lightbulb over his head. "Wait a second" he grinned. "What are you two doing awake anyways?" He laughed and scooped them both up in his arms. They squealed (as children tend to do) and squirmed to get out of his grasp, laughing the whole time.
"You're a great father" I told Sissel, smiling. "He's the best" smiled Michael, actually coming out of his shell for a moment.. "Come on you two, let's go get you to bed" Sissel smiled and carried them up the stairs on his shoulders. "But daaaaaaad" they whined. For a cat as thin as him, I'm surprised he was able to lift them.
"No buts, you two get some sleep" Sissel smiled and tucked them in. "Now, you two stay and get some sleep. Me and Sarah are going downstairs to finish our dinner." He laughed and patted them both on the head.
"Your kids are adorable" I smiled and sipped some of the wine Sissel poured. "Yeah. I love them." He said, sipping his wine as well. It was sweet, but it had a bitter aftertaste. Not bad. "So I've been thinking. You're a siren, I was just wondering what you sound like when you sing." Sissel said, finishing off his second cup, while I sipped away at my fourth. "Well, my voice is good, but it's not all that impressive" I said. We both shared a laugh.
"Well let's hear it anyways" I smiled. Sarah sighed, downed her entire cup of wine, and took a deep breath. She started singing, but I never heard the words. I was too pulled into her voice. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, like liquid gold in my ears. I was mesmerized, and suddenly I was on a ship. A beautiful sailing ships.
"Sissel, hey, are you ok?" I asked, snapping my fingers in front of his face. He shook his head and focused again. "You sing beautifully." He smiled from ear to ear. "Well thank you. But between you and me, our voice isn't as beautiful as it sounds to you. We layer our words with magic, which actually makes it sound better to the people who hear it." I smiled. He seemed slightly disappointed, but didn't lose his enthusiasm.
"Well either way, it was amazing." He gave another charming smile. "So, did you want to..." I trailed off, feeling a bit light headed from the wine. He knew what I meant. "Only if you want to. I'm not about to pressure you into anything, especially because you're a virgin. Think about this long and hard, it's a very big decision that you shouldn't rush into." He said, getting extremely serious, letting me think. I was thankful for that.
"Well..." I sighed. On the one hand, Sissel is really nice, and handsome. He treats me well, and he's very caring. He has two beautiful children who I would just love to spend time with. On the other hand, I don't really know him all that well, and this is a really big thing. Your virginity isn't something you can just take back. Once you lose it, it's gone for good. Then again, I am really turned on by the idea of sleeping with Sissel, and I wouldn't want to disappoint him. Plus, he had really opened up to me emotionally. But I've been drinking, and those feelings could easily have been caused by the champaign...
"I'd love to Sissel, I really would but... I just don't know if I'm ready for this yet." I stared at the ground, embarrassed. Sissel didn't lose his smile for a second. "That's perfectly ok. I'm actually glad. I didn't want you to get into anything you weren't prepared for. Maybe some other time, or maybe not, it's your decision after all. But I've really enjoyed this night, and the kids loved you. So I was wondering... Would you like to do this again sometime?" Sissel smiled again, that charming smile that he loves to put on.
I smiled and looked around his house. Plants everywhere, cans of coffee beans out the wazoo, and that handsome face of his. "I'd love to Sissel" I said. "How about tomorrow at six. I'd like come over while the kids are still awake and spend some time with you and them together" I smiled. "I think that would be lovely" he easily returned the smile.
"Bye Sarah, see you tomorrow" I said. "Yeah, see you tomorrow" she grinned and shut the door. I sighed, finally noticing the tent in my pants. Man I hope she didn't notice. Sarah just really gets to me. She's beautiful, the kids love her, she sings wonderfully, and her breasts are jus-
"Shut up brain" I sighed. I shouldn't think of her like that. She's beautiful, but that shouldn't be one of the first things I think of. But my cock seems to do its own thinking. I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom, and just collapsed on my bed.
"Son of a-" I rolled over. I can't lay face down without crushing my cock. Maybe I should... I unzipped my pants and let my cock slip free. Erect and dripping with pre. Of course it was.
"Sarah..." I moaned, stroking my cock. I kept trying to get the image out of my head, but I kept imagining her bouncing on me, moaning. "Sarah, I'm sorry about this" I grunted and came, leaving a white mess on my shirt and pants.
"I can't believe I just did that. Especially to the thought of her..." I sighed and got up to change my clothes, throwing the old ones into a hamper. I collapsed on my bed again, and immediately fell asleep.
"So, enjoy your sex with Sissel?" Stacy asked, sitting on the couch. "Well, we didn't actually..." I blushed. Stacy seemed surprised, but she still didn't lose her upset mood. "So, he couldn't perform, huh?" She practically spit. "No, it's not like that" I said angrily. "Then tell me. Let's hear the whole story" she demanded. I sighed,
"We went to his house, had some conversation, he cooked dinner, I met his kids, and-" "you met his kids? He has kids!?" She practically exploded. "I see what this is. He's just trying to win you over because he needs you to take care of his kids for him. Why that son of a-" "SHUT UP!" I yelled at her, as loud as I could. She stopped, and shrunk back in her seat.
"Sissel was fantastic. He treated me nicely, his kids were wonderful, and not even once did he even hint at something like that. He cooked me salmon, and he hugged his kids and he loved them. Then we sat down and we had wine and it was amazing. He asked me if I wanted to have sex with him, and he was nice about it and when I said I wasn't ready he wasn't disappointed at all!" I continued yelling, albeit with less enthusiasm than before.
"I... I'm sorry. He seems nice" she said quietly, staring at the ground. I chilled out. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled." I sighed. "I'm sorry too. I just got the idea into my head that he was only trying to get into your pants, and I guess I didn't give him a fair chance." She sighed. I suppose I would have done the same thing if our places were swapped.
"I'm still surprised that you went out with Sissel. Did you just give up on Lucas?" She asked, getting back into her normal mood. I popped a candy into my mouth. Mint. "I didn't give up on him, I just... He's gay, and I sort of just didn't know what to think. He barely even knows me. But Sissel, he likes me, he shows real interest in me. He opened up to me emotionally, and I just... I don't know, I guess I like him" I said, sitting down in my armchair.
"Well listen Sarah, I'm your roommate, and your best friend, you can talk to me about anything and I'll stick up for you. If Sissel every tries anything you don't want him trying, you let me know and I'll break his bones" she grinned, though how she would do that when she's made of goo, I didn't know. "Thank you Stacy. I'll keep that in mind" I smiled, and we both shared a laugh.
"Hey Sissel, what's up?" I smiled at my favorite coffee shop owner. "Oh not much Lucas. Just went on a date yesterday" he grinned. I was surprised. "Really? With who?" I asked, sipping my coffee. Sissel laughed and sipped at his drink, before immediately spitting it out onto the brick floor. Two nub like horns grew out of his head. He sighed and drank a liquid from a vial in his pocket, which immediately reversed the change. It's a concoction that reverts the body of any individual back to the original DNA blueprint.
"Combination rose water and opium has transformative properties" he muttered, scratching a few things onto his notepad in some weird illegible language. Opium? I suppose that would make for some good coffee. "I went on a date with Sarah" he grinned. "You went on a date with Sarah? You sly dog you" I laughed. But he got serious for a minute. "Nothing happened between us. I'm taking this very seriously" he said, before reverting back to his regular self. Sissel is usually carefree, but he can get really serious when he needs to make a point.
"Hey Roy, no more rose water. I've grown six different appendages this week from drinking that stuff" Sissel called over to Roy, who was busy gnawing on a bamboo shoot. "Got it, no more rose water. I'll take it off the list" he called back. Sissel and Roy are an excellent team in their effort to find the perfect coffee recipe. You almost have to think they'll actually do it some day.
"Hey Sissel, large black coffee" Dominik grinned, patting him on the back. This is the point where Dominik lays on what he calls "charm." It's a very effective method. "Your flattery won't work on me this time Dominik. I'm already dating someone" Sissel grinned from ear to ear. Dominik seemed extremely surprised, more surprised than I've ever actually seen him. "And it's not Lucas either" Sissel laughed.
"I wonder where I should set up shop..." I sighed, stuck in thought. I'd looked at it from every angle, and I couldn't decide. Then again, if I set up next to a coffee shop, there would be a lot of people there. More people there, more people come to my store, and more people at the store, the less the cops suspect us. Simple logic. Then again, if I set up next to the police station, they won't suspect me. What idiot runs a criminal empire right next to a police station. Cops don't suspect a restaurant right next to their base. Simple logic.
"Looking at this logically has yielded no acceptable results, so maybe we should look at it emotionally." Suggested Phillip, my mouse friend. He's also my lawyer. "Oh sure, and remember what happened last time we tried that. We ended up getting arrested. We only got out of that through a loophole. So let's use more complicated logic" I grinned.
"If you say so sir" Phillip pushed his glasses back up on his face and wrote down a few things on his clipboard. "So, this place next to the coffee shop. Let's call it location A. Location A is exactly 15.62 yards from the sewer grate over there, and exactly 2.77 yards from a back alley which winds and twists. Both excellent escape routes if need be." I grinned, looking around.
"Ok, I see your thinking. And the place next to the police station, which I assume will be location B, is exactly 4.3 yards from a sewer grate and 10.6 yards from an abandoned district full of crumbling buildings which are easy to hide in" Phillip grinned and wrote some things down on his clipboard.
"Yes, and they'd never suspect a master thief to live right next to a police station." I chuckled. "So we've got that going for us" I straight out laughed. "But then again" Phillip suggested "if they do suspect us, we'll be right next to their base of operations, and we'll stand no chance at all." He said, pushing his glasses back up onto his face again. His father's lucky glasses never did fit him properly.
"Yes, that would leave us with an overwhelming disadvantage... It's decided then, we shall set up next to "Sissel's coffee shop." I laughed, and as usual, Phillip didn't join in. He's a very timid mouse, but he's smart as all get out. He smiled. "Great idea Mr. Wasabi"
"So Sissel, what were you thinking we do tonight" I asked, sitting at a table next to him at the coffee shop. "I don't know Sarah, I was just thinking we'd hang out with the kids. Unless you had other idea?" He asked, sitting back in his chair. He didn't mean it sexually, I could tell.
"I don't know, maybe we should go and check out that store they're setting up next door" I suggested. We'd been watching it for a while. A big grey direwolf and a mouse a little over half his size had been coming and going, overseeing construction for whatever kind of shop they were setting up.
"I don't know what they're doing, but that direwolf guy unnerves me. Have you seen his eyes? One of them catches the light weirdly" he pointed out. I looked at him for a while, and I noticed it. The light bounced off his one eye in a way that it didn't for the other. Weird.
"What do you think it is?" I asked, very curious at this point. He looked at it hard, but he sighed. "I can't tell from this distance. It seems familiar, but it's too far away to get a good look at" he said. Now I was really confused. "Come on, let's go introduce ourselves." Sissel smiled, in that charming way he does.
We walked over, dodging a bunch of construction workers and wooden beams. The shop had sprung up almost overnight. Something struck me as odd about all these workers though. They weren't slaves and they weren't from the Antari people (a race bred as the ultimate workers). They were a hodgepodge assembly of a bunch of different species, and they all had a certain look to them. They had the look people get when they've been on the run for their whole lives. Their eyes cast glances over every small detail and absorbed every piece of information. It struck me as weird. There were eight of them total, and the wolf and mouse guy made ten.
"Hey there neighbor, welcome to the neighborhood" Sissel grinned and held out his hand to the wolf guy. "Nice to be here" the wolf guy grinned right back, revealing a mouth full of razor sharp wolf teeth. And I mean razor sharp, like way more so than a wolf should have, even a direwolf. They almost looked surgically augmented. It wouldn't be the first time someone has done that.
"I'm Sissel, I own the shop next door" Sissel smiled, that charming smile again. The wolf guy shook his hand with enthusiasm. "I'm Wasabi, I'm setting up next to you" the wolf guy, named Wasabi aparently, grinned even wider, until his entire mouth full of teeth was showing. I got the impression that this was just how he was, not some sort of symbol of aggression or something.
"And I'm... I'm Phillip" said the small mouse guy. I shook his hand, and he blushed, before he pushed his glasses up onto his face. "Hey Phillip, don't go getting smitten with the local ladies" laughed the Wasabi guy. Phillip stumbled and accidentally dropped his clipboard and glasses. "Sir, why do you always say things like that?" Phillip sighed, blushing furiously. I got the impression that this was an extremely typical occurrence. Phillip sighed again before putting his glasses back on and picking back up his clipboard.
"Yes, now I see it. That's the model 14.2 synthetic eye." Sissel laughed. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, until I remembered the eye on the Wasabi guy. "How did you know that?" The Wasabi guy asked, seeming genuinely interested for the first time.
"Oh, my father had one." Sissel laughed again. The Wasabi guy seem to lose focus for a second, but he shook it off. "Well, It's nice to meet you" Wasabi smiled, patting Sissel on the shoulder.
"Hey Phillip" I smiled, getting his attention. He almost dropped his clipboard again in surprise that I was actually talking to him. "y-y-yes?" He asked, fumbling with his clipboard. I wasn't sure why he was so nervous around me, but maybe he was just scared of women.
"I noticed that all these construction workers were weird. They look like the sort of people that have been outlaws their entire lives. They're... Odd" I said. Phillip stammered a for a few seconds before tapping Wasabi on the arm. He turned to look at me. His eyes were strange. One was cool icy blue, and the other was deep green. But the weirdest bit was that the iris of the green one was spinning around and always changing size, like a high end automatic camera constantly switching focus to always be seeing things normally.
"You should pay less attention to such insignificant things" he smiled. A disarming smile, and it worked. "Your eye... It's weird looking" I said, looking intensely at it. He flinched, like he'd been slapped. There was a scar from above the eye to below it, and it went right through where the eye itself was.
"It's a mechanical eye, designed to see normally, or in different spectrums, not to mention at different zoom rates and functions. It also takes pictures and video which it automatically uploads to a device held by Phillip at all times" he sighed, as if repeating that had become a chore to him. "I didn't think they had technology like that" I said, curiously. A glass eye was one thing, but that sounded like future technology.
"They don't, but a friend of his is... was... A tech wizard, and he built it from scratch. They've become extremely popular on the black market" Phillip spoke up, before writing something on his clipboard. Sissel looked at the clipboard in bemusement.
"Where did you learn that language?" Sissel asked Phillip, pointing at the words on the board. It was some weird language, and not all of the words looked like they belonged with the others.
"What? This language is a code language created by Cyril Blackmin, it's-" "Phillip!" Wasabi interrupted, a look of warning in his eyes. Phillip gulped and said, "I majored in the study of languages, and this ones just always been a favorite of mine. Phillip smiled nervously, before hiding behind the Wasabi guy. That wasn't weird at all.
"Well, it's been nice meeting you, but I should get back to work. Come on Sarah" Sissel smiled that charming smile, and we walked back over to the coffee shop and sat down at our favorite table in the back.
"Sir, that's impossible" Phillip said, scribbling on his clipboard in the thieves language. "Don't you get it? Cyril said he had two children before he was forced back into the thieves life. He never said what their names were or where they lived, or even whether they were still alive, but he said there were two children of his that he raised to the ages of ten and fourteen." I said, smiling and running back and forth between different spots on the full room map.
"That man, Sissel his name was. He is obviously the son of Cyril Blackmin!" I shouted ecstatically. "But sir, that just seems a bit far fetched don't you think?" Phillip said, always the pessimist. I tapped a point on the full room map and it zoomed in to the coffee shop next door. I pushed a button and tapped it again, and a purple flag got pinned on the spot. A list popped up on the screen with three locations, and this one got added on. Greek district 4, section 2. Egyptian district 9, section 1. And roman district, section 12. Three possible locations of Cyril's children. This one makes number 4. The full room map is one of the prides of my operation. The room is a perfect circle, with the map pouring floor to ceiling over the entire wall, with a collapsible section that folds out over the door. In the end it covers the whole wall.
"Cyril is dead, and he didn't even know whether his children were alive or not." Phillip said, pushing his glasses back onto his face. "But he asked me to find them. He asked me to find his kids and make sure they were protected" I said, somewhat angrily. Cyril never did say what they needed protected from, but it must have been important. "And I've finally got a lead!" I laughed.
"Sir?" Coleman interrupted. "Yes Coleman?" I asked, not awaiting his response. "I think you should take this news with a grain of salt. It's entirely possible that you're just seeing what you want to see." He said. "you're right Coleman. I should think more on this" I sighed. He was right. As much as I wanted this to be my mentor's child, I had to look at this objectively. Logically.
"Ok, I want three man teams. Each team is to investigate a different source of information to try and figure out whether this is really Cyril's kid. Team 1, you're checking the hospital records of anyone and everyone named Sissel. Team 2 will use any and all information available, cover all bases. Team 3 will check all slave auction records. That cat wore a collar, so it's likely he's a slave of some sort. Find everything." I grinned.
"Sir, what will we be doing?" Phillip asked, putting a new piece of paper on his clipboard. "You and me, Phillip" I laughed. "We've got the most important job. We're going to befriend Sissel, and find out everything he knows." I smiled. "Sir, are we going to be doing anything illegal, because you remember last time I was involved in illegal business" he sighed. I grinned, "Eh. I'm gonna risk it"
"Hey there Lisa" I smiled and hugged Lisa. "Hi Ms. Sarah" she smiled. "Hey there Michael" I smiled and reached out my hand to Michael, but he hid behind his dad again. "It's ok buddy, go give her a hug" Sissel gave his son that charming smile. When he gives that smile, he can get you to do just about anything. Lo and behold, Michael gave me a hug. An awkward one, but a hug nonetheless.
"What are you doing here again?" Michael asked, sitting cross legged on the couch. His tone wasn't a rude one, but genuinely curious. "Well, I'm gonna be hanging around your dad a lot more, so I figured I'd get to know you two better" I smiled. He seemed happy, but also very cautious.
"Michael has trouble with people. Give him time, he'll come to love you" Sissel smiled warmly. I pulled one of my special candies out of my shirt pocket and tossed it to Michael. He unwrapped it and ate it, but stopped when he bit down on it. "This is amazing" he said, eyes wide open. Sissel cocked an eyebrow in surprise and curiosity, but said nothing for now.
"What was in that candy you gave him?" Sissel asked. The kids were in bed and we were chilling on the couch watching a human movie. Something about a robot coming back in time and trying to kill someone with the same name as me. In retrospect, probably not the best movie for the occasion.
"I get them custom made by a friend of mine in the Egyptian district. Candy is my life" I chuckled. "Go to "mop's shop" in the Egyptian district and ask him for Caracinn mints. Tell him I sent you. He'll hook you up" I laughed. Technically there are a lot of Egyptian districts, but we all just refer to the one closest to us. "So Sissel, isn't this about the time you should be asking to have sex with me again?" I laughed. This was where he asked the first time, and right around the same time on the clock too.
"Not really. I'm completely fine with letting you decide for yourself. So whenever you decide you want to, if you decide that at all, just let me know." He smiled his charming smile again. I thought I could just melt from that smile. I leaned in and kissed him, right on the lips. He returned the kiss, and in seconds we were making out. His tongue intertwining with mine. It must have been a full two minutes or more before we came back to our senses and separated, breathing intensely.
Rather than tearing my clothes off or something, he waited to see what I would do. He wouldn't go forward until I gave the ok. I looked down and saw a tent in his pants. "Ummmm, look Sissel... That was intense, but I don't think I'm ready to go through with this yet..." I said, blushing furiously. Sissel actually did seem just the slightest bit disappointed this time, but it would be unfair to expect anything else. He's only human... Er, cat... The expression doesn't work here.
"I don't think I can have sex with you just yet, but I think I can still take care of this" I grabbed his crotch through his pants, giving him a seductive smile. He moaned and his hips thrust forward on their own. He seemed flushed, but he managed to calm himself down.
"You don't have to do that Sarah. I can wait as long as you need." He smiled, but his cock didn't share his sentiment. "Don't worry, I want to repay you for how kind you've been to me" I smiled and unzipped his pants. Slowly, almost teasingly. He sighed happily when his cock popped free of his pants. It was almost five inches, but maybe closer to four and a half.
"Let me take care of this" I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was halfway through a moan when, "daddy?" Lisa asked, standing in the doorway with Michael, both of them in full view of us. We scrambled, Sissel to zip his pants back up, and me just scrambling around randomly, like a chicken with its head cut off.
"Kids, what are you doing up?" Sissel asked, his voice nervous and full of worry. "What were you doing with Miss Sarah?" Lisa asked, ignoring her dad's question. "Well... I suppose it's about time we had this talk anyways." He sighed.
"When two adults are in love, they-HAHAHA" Sissel laughed, barely able to get out half the sentence. The kids were in the kitchen awaiting an explanation, and we were going over what we would tell them. "I'm sorry, I can't... I can't, it's just to big of a cliche." He laughed, despite the seriousness of this situation. Eventually we just sighed and decided to wing it.
"Listen. What me and Ms. Sarah were doing was an adult thing. We do it for a bunch of reasons, but usually adults do it for pleasure or love. The guy takes his penis and the girl usually puts it inside of her vagina, but sometimes she uses her mouth or her hands." Sissel sighed. The kids, despite what I expected, actually understood that. It was Michael that came out and said it though.
"So, sex?" He asked. Me and Sissel were dumbfounded. "How did you know that?" He asked. "Well, you don't lock the door to your library, and we were reading some of your books when we found one about anatomy" he blushed. Sissel sighed. "Well that certainly makes things easier" he sighed again.
"So, that was awkward." I chuckled nervously. We put the kids back to bed, and we were on the couch again. "Yeah, it was." He said. "I never wanted to have to have that conversation with my kids. At least not this early" he sighed. I could completely understand that.
"Well, did you want to try again?" I asked. "You're still hard" I grinned, grabbing his crotch for the second time that night. He moaned again, just like the first time. "I would like that" he smiled, putting on the charming face again. "Well then let's do this" I winked seductively. I unzipped his pants and let his cock free again, still stiff as a board. I wrapped it in my hands and stroked it once, bringing a bead of precum to his tip.
"Sarah..." He groaned, thrusting his hips again. "I haven't exactly done this before, but I'm sure you won't mind" I smiled and stroked him again. I could feel the barbs on his cock rub against my hand. They were soft and fleshy, folding down onto his cock when I stroked down towards his body. I couldn't help but imagine what they would feel like inside me.
"I'm sorry Sarah, but I can't hold it in." He grunted and thrust his hips as far forward as he could. "Hold what?" I asked stupidly before he came. Thick streams of pearly white shot from his pointed tip. Male furries have a lot of incubus in them, and can produce a large volume of cum. It landed all over me, covering my shirt, most of my pants, my entire hand, and even getting on my face and in my hair.
"What the hell?" I muttered, literally dripping with cum. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry" Sissel blushed, zipping his pants back up. "Maybe I haven't read enough books, but did you just cum?" I asked. In truth, I knew almost as much about the subject as his kids did. "My knowledge of the subject of sex is limited." I blushed, almost as embarrassed as he was.
"Come on, let's go get you in the shower" Sissel said, apologizing the entire way there. The water was hot, but it was comforting. All my worries and stress just seemed to melt away. Then I felt his hands on my back. I jumped and spun around, covering my breasts and my nethers.
"Sissel!" I exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing in here!?" I blushed. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come in here" he blushed and tried to rush out of the shower, but I grabbed him by the arm and stopped him.
"Sissel, were you coming in here to help me wash or just to see me naked?" I asked him, quite seriously. "I... I guess I wanted to see you naked." He looked at the ground. I could see his cock as stiff as a board. He looked like a different person without his collar and bandanna, not to mention with his fur wet. For a guy who had been nothing but cool about sex, this was a big thing for him.
"Well, at least you're honest" I smiled and got down on my knees, bringing his cock to face level. Honestly, I didn't really care why he got in the shower with me. "Sarah, what are yo-ohhhhhh" he moaned when I licked the tip of his kitten cock, his hips thrusting again.
"Just relax kitty, let me make you feel good" I smiled and licked his tip again. His knees wobbled when my tongue came into contact with his cock. A drop of his pre got onto my tongue. It was thick, and it tasted salty.
"Oh god Sarah" I moaned. She licked me again, from base to tip. Even after I had cum all over her she was still doing this for me. I won't lie, I wanted nothing more than to take my cock and put it in her, but I'd have to wait until she was ready for it.
"Ohhhhh" I moaned when she put my tip in her mouth, sucking on it. My legs felt like jello. "enjoying yourself?" She smiled and sucked on my tip again. I groaned.
"Sarah, could you maybe suck on more of it?" I asked, blushing and looking down at her. She smiled and took half of me into her mouth. I almost collapsed. My legs barely supported me. Sarah noticed this and adjusted us until my back was against the wall. The wall offered just the amount of support I needed.
"Your cock is so cute" she grinned wickedly, before taking me back into her. I couldn't respond through my groans of pleasure. Her mouth was wet and hot, I could barely contain myself. I've always had a bit of a hair trigger, and I was having trouble holding back my orgasm.
"Sarah... I'm getting close" I moaned. She stopped and looked up at me. "Already?" She asked, in a state of mild disbelief. "I'm sorry. I've got terrible endurance." I blushed. I was really embarrassed. If I couldn't handle a simple blowjob, how would I last if she let me have actual sex with her?
"Don't worry little kitty. Empty everything out of those cute little balls of yours. Give me everything. That's right, let it out. _ Let it aaaaaalllllllllll out. _" she cooed. I could feel the power in her words, the magic in them. I snapped. I felt my balls churning out everything they had, every last drop of their cum, under her spell.
I let out a very mouse-like squeaking sound, the best I could do given the circumstances, and orgasmed. Right before the cum started flowing, she took my entire length into her mouth, my tip poking the back of her throat. I let loose what felt like gallons of cum. I could see her throat bulge with it, and for a minute I thought she wouldn't be able to handle it, but she swallowed it like a professional. I'm not sure if that would be considered a compliment or an insult.
"Oh my god Sissel... When I told you to... Let it all out... I didn't think... you'd have that much in you." She muttered, panting and out of breath. "I'm sorry about that. I really am" I blushed, scratching the back of my neck in a nervous gesture. Her stomach was swollen and distended. She looked pregnant. I'm ashamed to say, I liked with the thought of that.
"Hey there hot stuff" She grinned and licked her lips. "H-hello" Phillip blushed, a crimson as deep as his cheeks could go. "How would you like to come back to my place and fuck?" She asked, rubbing a finger around her nipple. Phillip practically fainted, but he did drop his clipboard. "I-I I c-can't. I've g-got work t-to do, a-and... And I-I'm b-busy" he stammered, scrambling to pick up his clipboard, then rushing off to get a way from her.
"He's not very confident is he?" She chuckled. "No, he really isn't. But he's a good worker" I laughed. "Mind if I ask what your name is, Ms..." I trailed off. "Stacy. I'm a goo girl." She smiled, her body shifting around. "I can see that" I laughed. "What can I help you with?" I asked. She didn't seem to take the question as I had intended.
"I just need a nice man right now. Maybe you'd like to help me" She winked, circling her nipple with her finger again. Goo girls very rarely wear clothes for some reason.
"As enticing a proposal as that is, I've got work to be doing" I chuckled. "Hey Salm, the 2x4's go over there, not next to the stove. Are you trying to get us all killed?" I shouted to the falcon in the back. "I know that ya idjit" he yelled back, kicking a pile of 2x4's and moving them over away from the stove. That old man is ridiculous, but he's good with strategy, and a master technologist. I know, an old man that's good with technology, but I'm serious.
"I swear, these people would get themselves killed without me around" I sighed. "Awe, I'm sure they could spare you for a minute. That's all I'll really need to make you cum anyways" The goo girl Stacy cooed, tracing a finger up my chest.
"Again, too busy" I gave my best disarming smile. "Hmph, you're no fun at all" she muttered, crossing her arms in annoyance, though her arms more so melted into her than anything else. "If I wasn't working, I might take you up on the offer, but if can't turn my back on these idiots without them destroying the block" I sighed. You just can't find good help these days.
By themselves, my people do really well, but put them together and they butt heads so much they don't get anything done. I'm the central unifier, I keep these idiots from fighting... Much. For the most part, they do good work, but when one of them gets it into their head that we should be doing something differently, god help us all.
"Dammit Larry, hand over the omni-wrench" Orion yelled. "This isn't a video game you dumbass, it's I pipe wrench" retorted Larry. "Both of you shut the hell up. Larry, give Orion the wrench." I yelled. "Omni-wrench" Orion contested. "Sure, omni-wrench, whatever. Just give him the god-damned wrench" I yelled at them.
"Keeping these people under control, it's no wonder my fur is turning grey" I sighed. "Uhm, sir... Your fur is already grey. In fact, you were born with grey fur" Phillip said, pushing his glasses up onto his face again.
"It's a joke, Phillip" I sighed. Sometimes he takes things say too literally. Wait a second... "GOD DAMMIT ORION, YOU'RE ON SCAFFOLDING, YOU DONT NEED A DAMN WRENCH!"
"Sometimes I wonder how he keeps his sanity" I sighed. Having to put up with these guys all the time, you'd wonder how anyone keeps their sanity around here. "Hey Phillip" Wasabi called, waving me over. "C-coming sir" I said, rushing over and tripping on a rock.
"Owwww" I groaned, sitting up and wiping dirt off my clothes. Now where are my glasses. "If someone steps on my glasses" I muttered, wiping my hand against the ground to try and find them. There's my clipboard. Rock. Bug of some sort. Aha! I grabbed my glasses and put them back on. Good, they didn't break when I fell.
"Hey Phillip, you ok?" Wasabi asked. "O-oh, yeah I'm ok" I blushed. "Good, because I need your opinion on something" he grinned, that wide razor-toothed grin of his. It's terrifying, but also sort of endearing.
"Ok, so here's what team 3 has found" Orion said, leafing through a stack of old yellowed papers. "One, Sissel Caramon, that's his slave name, we don't have the original. Sold to one, Lisa Caramon." Orion grinned.
"Ok, do we have a location on this Lisa?" Wasabi asked. I scribbled the information down on my clipboard. "We can answer that" said Klaus, of team 1, in his German accent that we can't figure out if it's fake or not. "We have a Lisa Caramon checking in with a Sissel Caramon about eight years ago. She was in labor, apparently she died right after giving birth from some rare disease." He said, reading off the paper.
"So, he's a free man now huh? Strange, then why does he still wear his collar" Wasabi pondered. "I agree, it doesn't really make sense" I muttered, scribbling a doodle on the edge of my paper. It almost looked like a rabbit.
"Well I may be able to answer that as well" Klaus grinned. "The woman gave birth to twins. One of them was a black cat, and the other one had that Sissel guy's eyes" he chuckled. It sort of clicked then.
"Ok, so the slave and the owner were rollin in the sheets. That's not entirely unheard of." Wasabi muttered, scratching his chin. "Well it's more than that" Said Salm. "We were checking the records for the local district hall, and we've got a marriage registered for a Lisa Caramon" he almost started laughing. "Marriage with who?" I asked, perhaps rather stupidly. Salm sighed, "One, Sissel Rillok."
"I don't mean to be rude here, but you look bigger" Stacy muttered, inspecting me closely. "Well... I sort of swallowed" I shrugged, with a blush on my face. Stacy broke down laughing, her form losing it cohesion in her fit of laughter.
"He puts out that much, seriously?" She kept laughing, but then she got really serious. "Does that mean you finally did it?" She asked. "N-no, just oral... And maybe a handjob" I blushed again. "And did he reciprocate?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Well, no." I said, sitting in my armchair. Stacy exploded again, "that thoughtless jerk, how dare he!" She threw her arms up in annoyance again. "It's not like that at all. He was going to, but I told him not to. I was sort of nervous about the idea" I sighed. Stacy calmed herself down again.
"I don't know what's wrong with me Stacy. I'm just fine around other men, but around Sissel I just get nervous. I can't half talk to him" I sighed, sinking into my seat. Stacy seemed interested.
"I think you're in love with Sissel" she said, putting on her best psychologist voice. "W-what? I don't know..." I blushed. I was in love with Lucas for a while, and I barely knew him. But I'm dating Sissel, and I can't seem to say that I love him. I don't know what's wrong with me.
"So Dominik, enjoying your coffee?" I asked. He took a long swig of it, in much the same way he drinks his beer. "I am enjoying it. Black coffee, without all those other ingredients. It just tastes so, pure" he chuckled. Sissel, over at his table, took a drink of his latest concoction. He actually managed to swallow it, so it must have been at least passable.
"Hmmm... This is actually pretty good" he mused, swirling it around in his cup. "Hey Roy, come try this!" He called over to the plant man. "You aren't gonna make me drink something disgusting again are you?" He sighed. "Of course not. Since when have I ever done that" Sissel laughed sarcastically.
"Hmmm... Not bad. Could use some-" "if you say kudzu again I'll get the chainsaw" "nope, it's fine" Roy said and ran off as fast as he could. Sissel laughed again.
"I just realized something" I muttered. "What's that?" Dominik asked, actually sipping his coffee this time. "We come here a lot" I said. "Yeah you're right. I hadn't really thought about it, but this coffee shop is probably the one place we go to more than anywhere else. Odd." Dominik muttered. Odd indeed. Almost like some sort of plot device in a story.
"So Lucas, I was wondering what you're up to this evening" Dominik asked, sipping at his coffee now. "Well.... I've got plans with Roy" I grinned. Roy's head perked up immediately, even from the other side of the shop's outside patio.
"I never agreed to that" he called over, before munching on a bamboo stalk and going back to counting the cash in the register. Bamboo is his favorite. Dominik gave me a questioning look.
"Ok I'm not busy. But I'm still a little sore after last time. Give me a while, I'll get back to you" I chuckled. He started snickering, before he burst out in full on laughter, almost spilling his coffee in the process. "Yeah yeah, ham it up" I sighed.
"Sir, the time is 10:00 pm. The bank has been closed for exactly four hours. Thermal and x-Ray scans show no signs of life for the past two and a half hours." Phillip's voice came over the radio in my ear. I adjusted the volume. His voice had also sounded in the radio of everyone else on the team.
"I copy on that. Computer scans show no police officers in a mile radius, the only one within the range is on foot" Salm sounded over the radio.
"Copy, door entrances at six and twelve, windows at six, twelve, three and nine. Sewer entrance is blocked off from the inside, that one's a no go" Coleman said.
"Affirmative, I got all that. My eye says the same. Switching to grid" I said. I pushed a button sown into my shirt and suddenly my eye shifted settings, projecting a three dimensional blueprint and a grid over the area.
The synthetic eye has the standard thermal settings and whatnot, but Cyril put several blocks in its programming that shut off a bunch of other features, like grid projection and some cool other ones.
"No foot traffic at the moment, you've got am estimated three minutes window, based on pedestrian location and walking speed" Orion said, using his fake British accent he uses whenever we do a heist.
"Copy. Sector is clear, I'm going in through the front door" I said into the mic, sliding down the ladder from the top of the building I was on.
I sprinted across the street as fast as my legs could carry me. I slid into a crouch and immediately went to work picking the lock. Simple tumblers. Pathetic. But in my experience, simple outside, impossible inside. It could also easily be a telltale sign of increased security should you succeed in getting the door open. That's not an issue for me. I was Cyril's prodigy. He taught me everything he knew.
"Door is open in a record 14.6 seconds" I grinned, slipping in and shutting the door behind me, making sure to lock it.
"I've been stalking this place since we got here, I've got blueprints for this place. I did a layover with Salm with the ones he stole from the town planner's office computer system. Cameras in twelve different locations in this room. Salm, put them in a loop of the past four minutes" I said over the radio, slipping behind a support pillar.
"Uhhh, negative, the cameras are on a closed loop. You're gonna have to patch me directly into the system" he replied. Dammit, this was so much easier when they still had cameras accessible remotely.
"Affirmative. Coleman, send your maps over to Salm. Salm, map me a route through the camera's blind spots and send them to my eye" I said, switching my eye back to grid. "Ok, I'm recieveing it" I relayed over the radio.
The route showed up in green. Up this support pillar, crawl over the rafter, down behind the teller's counter. From there the path to the safe is entirely camera covered, but I could easily plant an EMP dart in one of them to open up the path again.
"Got it, I'm moving in" I grinned and slipped on my climbing gloves. The produce a powerful magnet to allow me to climb metal surfaces like this support post.
"Negative sir, one of the cameras just rotated, adjusting path" Salm put over the system. The green path disappeared and got replaced with another one. Pretty much the same, but I had to shut down one of the cameras along the way with an EMP dart to adjust.
"Pop pop" I grinned and fired the dart launcher. The localized EMP dart made it sputter, and there was a sizzling noise, but that's normal. The camera would be back to its old self in about half an hour.
"Right, I'm proceeding' I said, climbing up the support pole. Our technology is astounding to most people, but it's just another day in the life of a professional thief. Cyril revolutionized the underworld, and a lot of people refer to him as "the king of thieves," and with good reason. Cyril was a genius, with revolutionary ideas and new technology he built in his basement. He was my mentor, and I still miss him.
"So Wasabi, can you tell me what you did wrong?" Cyril grinned, sitting down cross legged next to me. "I trusted in my eyes too much, I should have used all my senses" I groaned, sitting up. "Good" he smiled, reassuringly. Then he got serious again, losing all expression. That's what he gets like when he fights. He abandons emotion, he abandons everything that distracts him and puts that focus into his senses, focuses on the immediate area. Every detail, every movement, every smell, every sound, every sight. It's a skill I've yet to master.
"Again" he said. I stood and raised my fists again. I attacked, flew straight at him, but he easily sidestepped me. Cyril always advocated speed and agility over strength. "If your enemy can't touch you, you can't lose," he was always fond of saying.
"Again" he said. I picked myself back up for the fifty eighth time in the past two hours. He worked me to the bone, but it made me better, faster, more resilient.
One of Cyril's favorite phrases, he always used it to mean "see everything." The saying was "you wake up, you can't breathe, the paint's peeling and the water's boiling. What problem do you treat first? None, because your house is on fire." That was a saying I always found funny. Cyril made a joke out of life, and it was hard not to get the same mind frame when you were always around him.
"Again" he said, for the seventieth time. I stumbled and collapsed, unable to go on anymore. Cyril smiled, that charming smile he always uses. "You're up two rounds since last time" he grinned. That's nothing compared to him though. His record is three hundred and four.
"So I said to him, 'at least we didn't bring the tomatoes'" he laughed, and we all joined in. Cyril always did tell the most ridiculous stories. Back in those days, the team was completely different.
"Coral, you are the best cook there is" Cyril laughed before chewing down on his flounder. Flounder was always his favorite. Looking back, I never really had a taste for it. I was more into steaks. Though maybe that's just the wolf in me.
"Wasabi, you can't rely so heavily on any one sense. You should learn to master each of them individually, then you'll be able to do just about anything, Cyril said, tying the blindfold over my eyes... Er, eye.
"I've already got one eye missing, may as well lose the other" I sighed. Cyril just chuckled. "You shouldn't be so pessimistic Wasabi, you need to see the silver lining." He laughed. He always did like to look in the bright side of things.
"Now, hear. Hear the movement around you, hear the echo of those movements, and use them to "see' the area" he instructed. I sighed. "This is pointless"
"I took you as my student because I saw the potential in you to best me some day. Don't squander that potential" he laughed, but his words were serious. He dropped a stone, then I was on the ground.
"Oww, what'd you hit me for?" I groaned, sitting back up, resisting the urge to rip off my blindfold. "Weren't you paying attention?" He laughed again. "Hear the sound in the air, hear my footsteps and use the sound to discern my location. I drop the stone and make a distraction, hear beyond that and use your ears to learn where I am" he grinned, or at least I assume he did, it seemed like what he'd have done.
He dropped the rock again. The faintest sound reached my ears. To the left, then right. There! I moved to attack, but only air. Then he knocked me down again from behind. "Sorry, I must have thrown another rock over there" he laughed.
"Happy sixteenth birthday" Cyril grinned, his face hanging inches from my face. Was he hanging from the ceiling again? "Yeah yeah. I don't need to wake up so your ugly mug" I groaned and rolled over, Cyril always had a habit of waking people up at ridiculous hours of the day.
"Oh come now, certainly you can't still be tired. It's noon!" He grinned. I bolted up and stared at the clock. 3:00 am... Cyril laughed so hard he fell face first on the floor. I sighed and went back to bed, albeit with a smile on my face.
"Wasabi, how long have you been training with me?" Cyril asked, eating flounder again. "Eight years" I sighed. "Really, that long? Time flies" he said, picking at his teeth with a fish bone.
"This is the day, the day we find out if you're truly ready to take my place" Cyril said, completely serious for once. It was tough, and I almost went under so man times, but I beat him. I couldn't believe it. I had bested my teacher.
"You've done great Wasabi. Never forget that, but also never forget how you did it. Hard work and ingenuity, always remember. Never try to take the easy way through life, it will bring you nothing but misfortune" the letter read. Cyril had left in the middle of the night, leaving us all behind. The team split up after that, leaving me by myself. I went out and found a new team, new people and skills. Though it would be a few more years before I met Phillip.
I wouldn't see Cyril again for several years. In those years, he got a wife, had kids, and truly gave up on the thieves life. But then things got bad, and he had to go back into the life to support his family. Eventually though, not even that was enough, and his kids were taken by slavers.
"Again" he growled. Ever since he was forced back into this life to save his family, he was a different person. He was always angry, and he didn't smile anymore. He had come back to train with me again, to get my help. But things wouldn't turn out how anyone wanted.
The room shook suddenly. I lost my balance and tumbled, and even Cyril was caught off balance, which almost never happens. The earth cracked in two, leaving a split in the ground big enough to fit a car through.
I could hear the roar of the underground river. Cyril always said the river helped the room to "flow." Like a bad pun or something. The roof crashed in, and I saw Cryril go down under it. I screamed and I ran to help him. I don't know what came over me at that point. I felt like a berserker, I clawed and ripped and tore at every board and rock in sight until I found him.
I grabbed his arm and I tried to pull him out, but he was half in the river and it was pulling him under. "Wasabi" he smiled. But his smile was weak. I could see blood everywhere, all over the ground and running in the river. "Find my kids... Protect them." He said, then his whole body went limp, and I saw his eyes go pale. He slipped out of my hands. In that instant, he seemed small and insignificant. Then he was gone. There was blood everywhere.
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-I know I ended this one on a bit of a darker note, but don't worry about it.
-this chapter focused very heavily on Wasabi's group, because he wasn't in the previous chapter.
-again, if you see any typos or mistakes, let me know.
-and as always, keep you keyboards clean.
-wow. I haven't said that in a while.