A siren and an incubus chapter 5
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A siren and an incubus chapter 5
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-chapter 5
-that is all
-actually no, I have more to say
-this chapter will have gay sex in it, so if you're into that, good for you. If not, you shouldn't be reading this.
-so as you may have noticed, there are a lot of separate characters in this story with their own issues and storylines. Well guess what? I'm bringing in some more. Yayyyyyyyyy.
-More characters
-I LIKE CHARACTERS
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"I'm positive about this Sissel. Let's do it." I grinned and grabbed his arm, dragging him up the stairs to his room, dropping our clothes as we went. Luckily the first room we went into was his, both because I had no idea where his room was, and because we were both naked now.
"Sarah, I've gotta be honest, I'm really excited about this." Sissel smiled, blushing, his cock hard as stone. I couldn't suppress a laugh. Sometimes Sissel can be really child-like.
"I've sort of got to be honest about something too Sissel..." I muttered. Here we go. The moment of "truth."
"I sort of had a... Vibrator accident... I'm not a virgin anymore..." I blushed. I actually had a tear in my eye, but it was fake crying. I really was sad I had to lie to him, but tears maintain the illusion.
"I see... That... That really doesn't matter to me all that much." He smiled, and this time I cried for real. He loves me, and that's all that really matters.
"So come on, let's do this." He laughed. He did take care to carefully set his collar and bandanna on a shelf, but after that he was ready to go.
"So, foreplay, or would you prefer to just go straight to it?" He asked. I honestly hadn't thought about it. Foreplay would be nice though...
"I don't know if I'm quite prepared. Maybe you should get me ready." I grinned and laid back on the bed, spreading my legs for him.
"I... I mean, yeah, sure, I can do that." He blushed. He looked so cute, with bright red cheeks and a stiff cock between his legs.
"Let's hope your tongue is as nimble as you are." I grinned. He's actually very quick on his feet, which is to be expected from a cat. He laid down on his stomach and scooted up to me. I felt his whiskers tickling my thighs, and suppressed a giggle. He licked, slowly up my lips.
"Oh my god." I groaned and dug my nails into the bed, his tongue was rough like sandpaper, but it actually felt amazing. His tongue ran over the sensitive folds and tickled my clit.
"That's what they all say." He chuckled, before going right back to it. His tongue probed deep inside me, and I almost squealed.
"It's like your tongue was built for this." I moaned when he went over my clit again. Lighting bolts were traveling up half my body.
"I have no idea why cats tongues are like that. Probably something to do with grooming in our feral descendants." He shrugged.
"Ok ok, that's enough. You keep that up and I'll cum right here." I blushed. It was his turn to laugh this time. I sighed. Ham it up.
"Come on you big lug, put it in me." I chuckled. I grabbed him and pulled him up till his face met up with mine. I can't tell which of us was blushing harder at that moment.
He kissed me, and in the world slowed to a crawl. Then he thrust, and he was inside me. Maybe he wasn't the biggest, and in fact he was smaller than Lucile, but he was like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"You're so warm." He moaned. He didn't bother going slow, instead just thrusting over and over, obviously unable to control himself. Maybe it's just because he had to wait so long, but maybe I was just that good... Yeah, definitely that last one.
"My god Sissel, the spines. They're amazing." I moaned, breathless. He made a point of dragging them along my insides very slowly, prolonging the sensation.
"Yeah. They stimulate ovulation, it's an evolutionary technique. Increases chance of pregnancy." He said, before he thrust deep, prodding my g-spot and making me scream in pleasure.
"You're... Tight..." He grunted when I clamped down on him. That's what happens when you hit my g-spot, you big dummy. I chuckled to myself, then said it out loud.
"Dummy huh? Could a dummy do this." He grinned and pinched my clit between two fingers. I screamed, not in pain but in absolute pleasure. Only his second woman, but he knew his stuff all the same.
"That's... That's not playing fair..." I panted, coming back from the edge of orgasm. I had to stop him for a minute while I got my breath back.
"Sissel. What if you did get me pregnant? What would we do?" I asked. He stopped for a moment, as if in deep thought.
"I... I imagine I'd have to change my recipe's to feed five." He said, before he started laughing like a complete moron.
"Just shut up and fuck me you idiot." I laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which ended up with us making out again.
"S-Sarah. I'm close." He groaned, starting to thrust quicker and quicker. His spines were becoming hard as steel, raking my walls and increasing the sensation to near heavenly levels.
"Me too Sissel. Do it. _ Cum in me. Empty those cute little balls of yours in me. I want every drop _" I said, filling my voice with that potent magic that all sirens have. We call it "the whisper", for no real reason other than because it sounds cool. I felt my orgasm hit. Lightning jumped to every cell in my body, I arched my back, dug my fingers into the bed, and screamed.
"Oh god." Sissel grunted as my cunt squeezed down on him like an iron vice and rippled, milking him. He came, spraying so much cum I swear he wouldn't be able to cum again for a month. The sheets were just soaked in the stuff, and my stomach was swollen till I actually looked pregnant.
"My balls hurt." Sissel groaned, laying on the couch. I doubled over laughing, till I was red in the face. I had already taken a hot shower, and I no longer had cum flowing down my leg. We did have to clean the sheets though.
"Yeah, sorry about that." I chuckled. Issues aside, our first time was even more amazing than I ever thought that it would be.
"No problem. It was worth every second." He laughed, rolling over to look me in the eyes. His eyes actually looked warm.
"Lisaaaa..." Came a sound from upstairs. We both stopped for a moment and listened. I didn't hear anything else, but Sissel did. He's got cat ears.
"I think Michael is crying." He muttered, bolting up onto his feet. We both nodded and climbed the stairs full speed, though the carpet stopped us from slipping and falling on our faces like a couple of idiots.
"Micheal, are you o-oh my god!" Sissel and me stopped in our tracks. Micheal wasn't crying, he was moaning, and Lisa was bouncing on top of him. They both screamed and jumped away from eachother, covering themselves in what was almost definitely shame.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Sissel yelled, for the first time that I'd ever heard from him. They both collapsed into a sitting position, scooting away from eachother.
Sissel grabbed them both and dragged them downstairs by their ears, much to their dismay, and mine as well. I was somewhat in a state of shock myself actually. Those two eight year olds were... They were having sex... And they're brother and sister. What the hell?
"Explain to me, what exactly you two think you were doing?" Sissel asked, and I could see he was fighting to control his anger. This is the first time I've ever seen Sissel angry.
"We were... We were having... Sex..." Lisa blushed, crossing her legs and covering hers chest with her hands. Michael had both hands covering his groin. We probably should have let them put clothes on before we dragged them down here.
"You're brother and sister. What the hell were you thinking?" Sissel asked them both. He was containing himself rather well, but his eyes looked even colder now, like they could freeze you with a glance.
"I walked in on Michael masturbating a couple weeks ago, and he just looked so cute, I couldn't help myself." She said, and I noticed she didn't blush this time. She looked almost proud. No, surely I was imagining that.
"You mean to tell me that you two have done this more than once?" Sissel asked with a barely suppressed sigh. Lisa nodded.
"I... I don't know what to make of this. My two eight year old children, having sex with eachother. Do you two have any idea what a big deal this is? That's incest!" Sissel muttered.
"But I love Lisa!" Michael spoke up, becoming brave for half a second before he got really shy again. Sissel looked like he was about to explode, and he was squeezing his fists so hard I thought he'd bleed.
"I'm going to go outside and think for a minute. I want both of you to sit here and not move a muscle. Sarah, I want to talk to you." Sissel muttered, and I followed him out onto his porch.
"Sarah, what I'm about to say is going to seem crazy, but I should have seen this coming." He sighed, his tail swishing angrily.
"You what?" I asked. I've had so many surprises lately that honestly I wasn't nearly as surprised as I should have been about this.
"With how those two are? They're inseparable, and more than once their teachers have caught them sitting alone together at recess and holding hands. I thought it was simple sibling stuff, but apparently it's much more than that." He sighed. I suppose that was a pretty strong sign. Most siblings don't do that. In fact, most siblings hate eachother.
"Sissel, obviously this can't happen anymore, but you should still try to be gentle with them. They're kids, and I don't think they truly understand what they did wrong." I sighed. I mean, yeah it's incest, but can eight year olds really understand why that's so wrong?
"Sarah, I understand what you're saying, but if I'm not hard on them now, they could end up doing this again, and they can't be having a relationship. Not only are they eight, but they're siblings. That's not normal." He said. His eyes were cold again.
"I guess you're right. Still though, try and be gentle with them, ok Sissel? They're kids, they need a gentle hand to guide them." I sighed.
"Ok then. Let's go talk to them." He sighed, and we both walked back inside. Lisa and Michael were both sitting cross legged on the couch, sniffling
"Ok both of you, I've got something important to say. Here's what's going to happen. You two, this isn't happening anymore. This ends now. You're getting separate rooms, you're absolutely not to be hanging out with eachother at school anymore, and if I find you two holding hands again, I'll make both your asses so red you won't be able to sit for a month. End of discussion." He said, and clearly he was on the verge of yelling again.
"But daaaaaaaad!" Lisa and Michael whined in unison. Sissel looked seconds away from having a huge brain aneurism or something.
"This will never happen again. Ever. Michael, you're in the guest room, Lisa in your room. Both of you go. Now." He growled. They both gulped and ran up to their individual rooms. They were crying.
"What do you want Phillip?" I asked. Phillip showed up at my door for whatever reason, and he was holding flowers of some variety that I've never seen before.
"Madeline. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me, and I don't know of you'll ever be able to forgive me, but I'm sorry." He said, crying. He remembers.
"Phillip... I get that you weren't thinking clearly, but I told you to stop at least five times. You can't tell me that didn't get through to you at least once." I muttered. Honestly, I don't know what to think about him.
"Madeline, please. I don't know what else to say. I'm bad with words. All I can say is, I want is your forgiveness, and I'm sorry." He cried. He really did look sorry.
"Phillip, let's be honest with eachother, ok? I like you, I do, but whatever relationship we have, it's on the line. Let's sit down and talk about this. I'll put some tea on the stove." I sighed. Maybe I'm not entirely comfortable with him, but he wants to make it right, so I'd have to give him the benefit of the doubt. Normal conversation, that's what we need.
"So Phillip, tell me, what do you do for a living?" I asked him. He seemd rather hesitant, as if unsure of what he was supposed to say.
"I help Mr. Wasabi run the restaurant. I mostly handle the financial issues. I'm also his lawyer, but I don't really have to represent him very often." He chuckled, sipping his tea nervously.
"I see... I work for a small thrift shop down the street. My boss is a bit of a hard ass, but he means well I suppose." I told him. My boss isn't all that bad I guess. He is an excellent manager.
"Mr. Wasabi isn't like that. He's actually a really nice guy. Rescued me from a world I wanted no part in. I was surrounded by a bunch of idiots that despised my interest in science, instead taking away any books I had and replacing them with bibles and religious texts." He sighed. He actually looked pretty upset.
"Wow. I'm sorry to hear that. I grew up with a family that was heavily religious, though we didn't live in a church. They found out about the things I'm into, spanking and my other kinks, and they flipped out." I sighed. My family were nothing but a bunch of stuck up fundamentalists.
"I'm sorry. I know how religious people can be." He sighed. Honestly, I feel as though this conversation has been very liberating. We've actually got quite a bit in common.
"So... Would you like to meet Mr. Wasabi? I think he'd like you." He smiled. Actually, I'd like to meet his boss. The big wolf guy was a curiosity. He didn't look like the sort of man you'd consider kind, but looks can be deceiving.
"I think I'd like that. But can I ask you a question? Why do you always call him Mr. Wasabi? Why not just Wasabi?" I asked. It seemed weird. I mean, I can understand calling your boss Mr. when you're around him, but with other people?
"It's a sign of respect. He's like a father to me, and I owe him a lot." He smiled. I suppose I can understand that.
"Orion, flapjacks at table three. Coleman, French toast at twelve. Let's move it you guys." I yelled over to the two, moving about the restaurant with grace, a tray full of food in each hand.
"Bite me dude." Orion yelled back, dropping pancakes off with the people at that table. I think the main attraction to our restaurant isn't our food, but the way we work. We run around the restaurant, jumping over tables and dropping off food midair, spinning and throwing trays between people to drop them off at other tables. It's a very big spectacle, and people seem to enjoy it. In actuality we're just awesome.
"Yo boss, we got a filter food skimmer on a gold platter." Dario yelled from the kitchen. He's an amazing cook, actually. He cooks with sharp knives, boiling oil and fire. An excellent cook indeed.
"I have no idea what that is." I called back, jumping over some dude's table parkour style and backflipping over some other dude's table. They clapped a few times before going back to their food.
"It's slow cooked salmon, seasoned with parsley and drenched in butter sauce. Jeez, don't you speak nonsense?" He chuckled.
"Oh you know I speak nonsense." I laughed, and for a moment the entire restaurant devolved into laughter, customers and all.
"Larry, cleanup at table seven, get to it. We've got more customers coming in. And where the hell is Phillip?" I yelled to Larry, who has taken on the role of busboy. Salm is the security manager, along with Klaus. Orion and Coleman are waiters. Marx is also on security, which may not have been a good idea on my part.
"Phillip is out with that Madeline girl. He said he'd be back in half an hour." Salm shouted, from his place where he was standing against the wall. He was currently smoking on his pipe and wearing a straw hat. He's one of those old people.
"He could have at least told me before he left. That does explain why Matt is on the register though." I said. Still, it's good that Phillip went to see her. He's been building up the courage for days.
"Well good for him." I muttered.
I do not an easy job. I have to wear a suit all day, I've got a million different boring things I have to do on threat of losing my job, and all my coworkers are morons. I got up at five in the morning, had to deal with annoying people jabbering on all day long, and on top of all that, one of my idiot coworkers broke something and now everyone got their pay cut. Again.
"Hey honey, welcome home." Mali smiled, helping me out of my jacket and hanging it on a rack. Mali is actually really helpful, always making my life easier and helping me out.
"How was work?" Mali asked, while I sat down on the black satin couch with a sigh. It's extremely relieving to sit down and take a load off.
"Terrible. I had six people that called and spent half an hour complaining when it turns out they forgot to plug the damn thing in. Tech support is terrible. Everyone is an idiot!" I threw my head back in a sigh. Mali has a tough job too, but gets home about an hour before I do.
"I'm sorry to hear that honey. Here, why don't you let me help you relax." Mali grinned and pulled down my suit pants, letting my cock pop free.
"You're a wonderful husband, Mali." I grinned. He smiled and stroked my cock, bringing it to full hardness, my knot even beginning to swell.
"Oh come on now, you know we aren't married yet. ...Not until the law changes..." He muttered. I sighed. Stupid gay marriage laws. Mali smiled up at me, giving a quick lick on my tip. He's handsome. Smooth white fur, medium length white head of hair, extremely long white fluffy tail and what almost looked like angel wings coming up above his head for ears. Mali is a strange creature that, honestly, I haven't been able to find in a single bestiary.
"Doesn't matter. As far as I'm concerned, you're my husband Mali." I smiled, then moaned when he rubbed his hand up my shaft again.
"Aww, thanks hon." He smiled and licked up my lengh. Mali seriously gets me hard. He's the best looking man in the world.
"I heard that, and you don't have to flatter me hon." He smiled. He can hear people's thoughts, due to those magic wing-looking ears of his.
"That's nice babe... Ah yeah, squeeze a little harder." I groaned. He grinned and squeezed down on my knot, which is a very sensitive area for me. I moaned and came, shooting a couple thick jets on him.
"Sal, you got it all over my face." He blushed, in that cute way he does. He grabbed a tissue off the living room table and wiped the cum off his face.
"Sal, sometimes I do-whoah, what're you doing?" He giggled and hit his hands against my back as I hoisted him up onto my shoulder and carried him off to the bedroom.
"Blowing off steam. Come on babe, you don't expect me to let you do all they work, do ya?" I chuckled. He laughed when I plopped him in the bed. I jumped onto him, taking his clothes off almost hungrily.
"D-dear, I don't quite think that's appropriate. Jason is in the other room doing paperwork." He blushed, but his cock didn't agree with what his mouth was saying. Jason is renting one of our spare rooms. He's been a very good houseguest, and no I don't mean that sexually.
"Oh you know you love it." I grinned and pulled him onto my cock without warning. He cried out in surprise when my knot hit up against his ass.
"Hon, not so fast." He groaned, and I did the same. I grinned and slammed into him again, which made him scream out.
"You're gonna have to be a bit quieter dear, otherwise Jason might hear us." I grinned, before a slammed into him for a third time.
"Ah!" He gasped, biting his lip to keep from yelling and alerting Jason. I had to laugh at that. Mali is just adorable sometimes.
"You know that turns you on. You like the idea of him walking in on us. Finding out what we're doing. Maybe you fantasize about him taking that cute little mouth of yours." I grinned, now thrusting in and out of him with quite a bit of speed.
"What? I don't want to do that." He blushed, then he gasped when my knot hit him again. His cock was hard as stone, and he was dripping pre all over his shirt.
"Your cock doesn't agree. It seems to like the idea of getting taken by two men." I grinned. He blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"Come on now hon, you shouldn't talk like that." He blushed again, though he really did look like he was enjoying it quite a bit.
"You know you love when I talk dirty, babe." I laughed and pulled on his hips, pressing my knot up against him so hard it went in with an audible *pop*
"AHHH!" He yelled loudly, not expecting me to knot him like that. There's really nothing I love more than knotting him, and I think he enjoys it too, even if he says he doesn't.
"H-hon, you really should warn me before you do that." He said, squirming uncomfortably, still adjusting to the new intrusion.
"Aww come on babe, that's take all the fun out of it." I chuckled. Then, just to surprise him, I started thrusting into him wildly.
"Ah, hon, careful." He groaned, pre dribbling out the tip of his cock like a leaky faucet or something. Weird that a faucet is the first thing I think of.
"Hon, I'm getting kinda close." He moaned, probably louder than necessary, but I wasn't complaining. Not complaining one bit.
"I'm getting close too babe." I groaned, and at this point I was thrusting with reckless abandon, pistoning about as fast as my hips could go.
"Hon... Not so... Fast..." He groaned, then screamed as he came. Cum shot from his tip, covering his shirt, and his ass squeezed down with tremendous force. I called out in pleasure and I emptied my load deep in his ass, jet after jet of white.
"Sal, that was absolutely amazing." He panted. I yawned, feeling that post-orgasm nap coming on. Though obviously I didn't allow myself to pass out just yet.
"We're gonna be stuck together for like an hour aren't we?" He sighed. I couldn't contain myself from laughing, despite the situation.
"Yes. Yes we are." I muttered after my laughing fit passed. We both sighed loudly. Having a knot is great, don't get me wrong, but it can be irritating sometimes, especially when you've got stuff to do.
"Hon, you don't think Jason heard us, do you?" He asked, blushing furiously. Mali may get turned on by the idea of being walked in on, but... No, wait, actually that's just me. I forget my point.
"He did." Jason muttered, standing in he doorway. Me and Mali both freaked, squirming awkwardly with my knot still stuck in him.
"J-Jason, you didn't knock." Mali blushed, still impaled on my knotted member. Knots. So much fun. So very annoying.
"Hi Jason." I waved. "Hey Sal." He waved back. Jason is a fox, red fur and twitching ears, long smooth looking tail. A very good looking guy.
"I'll be in the kitchen. You should probably join me when you manage to pry yourselves apart." He laughed, walking off to the kitchen.
"We should have locked that door." Mali sighed. I had to agree, honestly. Adorably as Mali may look when he's embarrassed, he doesn't really enjoy the experience. I enjoy the idea of it personally, but having it actually happen isn't all that fun. It's the threat of being caught that's hot.
"I love you babe." "Aww, I love you too hon."
"Phillip, it's about time you got back. You're on the register." I yelled over to Phillip when he walked in the door. Then the Madeline girl walked in after him.
"Actually, Matt you're still on register duty." I yelled, changing my mind almost instantly. Can't have Phillip actually working when he has a woman around. That'd be cruel. Then again, he could probably still work if... No, better not.
"Hello there Wasabi, I'm Madeline. Nice to meet you." She smiled. Technically we sort of met for a few seconds when she was here in her heat cycle, but that's not the point.
"Nice to meet you as well. Glad Phillip has managed to finally find someone." I laughed. Honestly, Phillip has never really even managed to talk to women, let alone actually date one.
"He has his moments." She chuckled, though I thought I saw a blush. Obviously that was a sex joke. I do enjoy sex jokes.
"Come on then, sit down, dinner's on me tonight." I grinned. A bunch of people started clapping and cheering.
"Not for you, ya friggin vultures." I yelled. They all awwed. I swear, these people are idiots. Then again, they have to hang out around my people all the time, they're bound to pick up a few things.
"Sir, I think I've come up with a brilliant idea. We should run a restaurant!" Orion said, holding a wrench again. I facepalmed.
"Shut up Orion." I sighed. Sometimes I don't know what I do with him. He doesn't really seem to serve an actual purpose here.
"No I mean seriously. We make a lot more money here than we do from..." He trailed off, noticing that people were actually paying attention to our conversation.
"Nevermind, I'll tell you later." He muttered, walking off. I coughed to get his attention, and he handed over the wrench with some upset muttering.
"I swear, that guy is a complete moron." I sighed.
"Sissel, I really don't know what we're supposed to do." I sighed. Me and Sissel have been going over this for the past day and a half, and we're no closer to a solution.
"We obviously can't have them doing this again." He sighed. Honestly, our only real idea is to just keep them away from eachother, but that isn't really a sustainable plan.
"Have you considered that they may end up with eachother after they become adults? There wouldn't really be anything anyone could do at that point." I muttered. Sissel seemed very disturbed.
"I don't even want to think about that." He sighed. I'm not sure if there was a whole lot we could do even now. Love, no matter how wrong or seriously screwed up it may be, will always find a way, and I said as much to Sissel.
"Look, I don't want to talk about this right now." He sighed and went off to serve some people their coffee. Business has been slower ever since the restaurant opened up next door, but profits haven't really suffered that much. For the most part, Sissel hasn't been bothered by it.
"Stacy, what do you think?" I asked Stacy, who had been snoring on the table. She woke up with a start, almost spilling my coffee.
"I say you should just let them." She yawned, half dozing off. She starting dematerializing, dripping through the holes in the table.
"Stacy, drink this." I sighed and handed her my coffee. She downed it and immediately her eyes snapped open. She absorbs things extremely quickly. Luckily the coffee had cooled off enough to not melt her.
"IAmTotallyAwakeWhatAreYouTalkingAboutILoveCoffee." She said, having a hyper fit again. She does this a lot actually.
"WeShouldDoSomethingAwesomeCofeeIsGreatCoffeeCoffeeCoffeeCoffee!" she said, stringing all her words together. I slapped her and she snapped out of it almost immediately.
"I am totally okay. Thank you for that." She muttered. I sighed. She always does that when she drinks coffee. We've gotten used to it.
"So yeah, just let them. Now let me finish before you yell at me. Let them have their relationship, eventually they'll realize that they hate eachother, like all siblings do, and they'll never want to be around eachother again." She chuckled. That actually seemed like a good idea. Or it would have if this were some kind of soap opera. Then again, it was a better idea than anything me and Sissel came up with.
"That's actually a really good idea." Sissel muttered, scaring the crap out of both me and Stacy. Stacy had to pick one of her arms up off the ground, having dematerialized it in her surprise.
"Scared the hell out of me..." Stacy muttered under her breath. Me and Sissel both laughed, at which Stacy just growled.
"Ok then... TO THE HOUSE!" Sissel yelled triumphantly, grabbing me and dragging me off towards his home. After about ten minutes of running, when we seriously could have just hired a griffin to take us, we arrived and called the kids downstairs for a chat.
"Ok then... Michael, Lisa, I've got something important to say. After much thought and consideration, we have come to a decision." Sissel muttered. At this point I imagine we were both having doubts about the plan, but what other ideas did we have?
"You two can have a relationship. However, no more sex. Not until you're both of a certain age, at least." He sighed. Both of the kids smiled and hugged eachother, which I could tell Sissel was fighting not to gag at.
"So... We can be together?" Lisa asked, with tears in her eyes. The look in her eyes though made me almost want to root for them. I had to shake that thought out of my head.
"For now... But be warned, nobody else can know about this. That point is non-negotiable. If other people found out about you two, we'd have an angry mob on our doorstep, and I can only dump boiling coffee on so many people at any given time." He chuckled. I think it's safe to say that no one found that funny. They both smiled, hugged Sissel, and ran off to do whatever it is that children do.
"Do you think they'll really get sick of eachother?" Sissel asked, sighing and melting into the couch. It is a pretty comfortable couch.
"I thought so at first, but the look in Lisa's eyes when you said they could be together has given me second thoughts." I sighed. She looked like the happiest girl in the world, way more so than children usually look when they get good news. Michael looked happy too, more so than I've ever seen from him. Honestly, I don't know what to expect. They could actually end up together, for real. Unfortunately, I had to say as much to Sissel.
"God I hope not. If they don't turn on eachother, then we've made a massive mistake." He muttered, sinking further into the couch. It's a really nice couch.
"I don't know Sissel. The more I see those two together the more I think that, maybe, just maybe, they deserve to be together."
"Come on hon, where are you taking me?" Mali asked, blindfold covering his eyes. He giggled when I pulled him away from bumping into someone. That person took one look at us and looked like he wanted to spit at us. A lot of people react that way when they see gay couples, especially when they see Mali. He's an anomaly, a species that nobody has ever seen before, and people fear what they don't understand. God knows why.
"Oh you know I can't tell you that babe, it'd ruin the surprise." I chuckled, pulling him into a building on the side of the street. I pulled his blindfold off, and he gasped.
"Oh, you know I've been wanting to come here. You're the best hon." He giggled and kissed me on the cheek. A couple of people looked at us weird, but I gave them the evil eye and quickly shut them up.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Asked a big wolf guy. Both his eyes were different colors, and one of them was weirding me out. His name tag said 'Wasabi' on it. Was that just a work name, or did some poor child's parents actually name them Wasabi?
"We'll take a table." Me and Mali said in unison. The Wasabi guy smiled and led us over to a corner booth. He handed us some menus, asked if we needed anything, and then had to go off to take care of another customer.
"This place is wonderful, hon. Thank you so much for bringing me here." Mali smiled, swaying in his seat happily. My god he looks so adorable.
"Aw hon, don't embarrass me." He blushed. If there is one thing that Mali can never get the hang if, it's looking anything other than adorable.
"You know I can hear that, hon." "I know."
"Ok Joice, here's the plan. We go in, bump into someone, and grab their wallet. Then we get out of there as fast as possible. An extremely cliche plan, but it works, so whatever." I said.
"Right, got it. And Joice, you should really stop talking to yourself." I sighed. I really should stop talking to myself. I walked in and surveyed the possible targets. A big albino crocodile in an extremely faded officers uniform? no. Fox looking woman? no. Big wolf guy? yes.
I ordered a burger and a soda to go, so it didn't look suspicious when I left. Next, I bumped into him, apologized, and went towards the door with my bag of food, and a new wallet.
"Aww hon, come on, stop that." Giggled some guy with angel wing looking ears. He was sitting hugging up to some other guy. A gay couple. Disgusting. I muttered to myself. Right before I walked out the door, I was stopped by the wolf guy who's wallet I'd just stolen.
"You're pretty good kid, but you can't steal from a thief." The wolf guy grinned, standing in the doorway. He held up the wallet I swear I had just stolen from him, grinning a wide razor toothed grin. I tried to bolt for it, but it ran into an old falcon guy.
"Let's have a talk." The wolf guy smiled and led me back into an office with the name 'Wasabi' on it. I struggled some of the way, but I decided it'd be best not to cause a stir. More chance he'd call the cops if I did.
"You're not bad kid. Bumping into me to steal my wallet? I haven't seen that old trick in quite some time. So many better ways without alerting your target though." He chuckled. What was he talking about?
"You see, I'm quite skilled in the thieves game myself. You're pretty good, don't get me wrong, but I've been doing this since I was half your age... Not that that was that long ago... " He muttered, very defensive. I was tempted to say something, but I decided to hear what he had to say.
"Here's the idea. You tried to steal from me, so you're going to repay me." He said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face. I almost threw up in my mouth a bit.
"I-I'm not sleeping with you!" I yelled, covering my chest with a blush. I can see where this is going. When guys do this sort if thing, it's always to get into your pants. Especially with people like me. They all look down on me, like I'm some kind if lesser being, just because I'm forced to steal to make a living. The wolf guy laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair, slamming his hand down on the table in uncontrolled hysterics.
"What the hell are you laughing about?" I asked, getting very angry with this guy. Usually I run like hell to get away from situations like this, but it got the feeling this guy could outpace me, which is a very rare thing indeed. He stopped laughing suddenly, taking on a very serious mannerism.
"Let's be extremely clear about one thing right now. Never accuse me of forcing sex out of someone, ever again." He growled, a growl filled with anger and... Pain.
"I would never try something like that, and I've personally broken the bones of many people who have." He said, his normal eye taking on a sinister, almost violent look, as if calling up a memory that made him want to rip things to pieces.
"Ok..." I said, slinking back into my chair. He wiped the look off his face, and became happy again almost instantaneously. Clearly he has an almost obsessive respect for women, but I still had to approach this with caution. Maybe he didn't want to sleep with me, but he could have an entire list of other motives.
"No, what I wanted you to do, is to join my crew." He said, laughing again. His crew? Why would he refer to restaurant staff as a crew?
"Ok, I see you're confused. My restaurant staff is actually a group of master thieves... Except Orion... He's just and idiot... Favor to his father..." He muttered under his breath.
"Anyways, as the leader of the group, I would like to invite you to join us. Now, I can understand any hesitation you may have, but know something before you make a decision. You're good thief kid, but remember, no matter how good you are, or how skilled you think you may be, there will always be the day you get caught. You never know when, you never know how, but there will always be that one cop out there who was destined to catch you. Just be sure, when that day comes and you meet that cop, you'll want a team to back you up." He said, looking very serious for a moment.
"But perhaps this will convince you." He grinned and pushed a button under his desk. A strange clicking sound, and then... Nothing happened...
"That... That button was supposed to open up the floor and... Slide us down to my secret lair, and it was... Wow, this is awkward." He muttered, whistling awkwardly.
"I don't know what your problem is man, but I don't have time for this." I sighed and got up to leave. The floor caved out and we both slid down a chute, landing on the hard floor of what seemed like a basement. I groaned and got up, going over to look for a way out of here. This is some serious horror movie shit. I've gotta get out of here.
"Stupid delayed reaction... Stupid mattress..." The wolf guy muttered and dragged a fluffy looking mattress over to where we where I had landed. I looked around, and the entire room was circular, with a huge screen covering the whole wall. It buzzed to life, and a map of the city showed up, with the location of a bunch of banks highlighted. One if them was highlighted in red.
"Isn't that the bank that just got robbed the other day?" I asked, pretending to be interested while I searched for a way out of here. There was a big circular table in the center if the room, with nine chairs at it.
"Yeah, we cleaned that place out." He laughed, pressing a button on the table. The map switched over to a bunch of ID card type things. A horse holding a wrench, a mouse with glasses, the falcon guy I bumped into earlier, and a bunch of others.
"Welcome to the BlackJack pira-I mean the gang." "Did you just wink?"
"So you mean you restaurant guys are actually a criminal syndicate?" I asked, looking over some of their equipment. Long range radio earbuds, night vision goggles, standard stuff, but they also had some very interesting things as well. Darts that knock out electronics, some specialized smoke bombs in black casings, a slightly curved dagger made out of solid gold that I had to fight not to try and steal.
"Not really a syndicate, it's just us actually. But we're the best in the business." The wolf guy grinned, looking a little too proud of himself.
"That's what every thief says, do forgive me if I'm skeptical about your abilities." I muttered. He seemed a bit too crazy to be the leader of a criminal gang, and his eye was still freaking me out.
"Well, regardless of how good we actually are, you're still welcome to join us, Ms...." He trailed off, obviously asking for my name.
"...Joice..." I muttered, hesitant about revealing too much to this guy. Honestly, I still don't entirely believe his story. He could just be a crazy person with some nice stuff.
"Well Joice, nice to meet you, I'm Wasabi, and the offer to join is still on the table. Of course if you feel it better to go off on your own, who am I to stop you. But I will say this. You're good, but there's always going to be a cop out there that was destined to catch you. You never know where or when, or even what you'll be doing when they do get you, but when they do, you'll want a gang to stick by you." He said, sitting down in a comfy looking chair at one end of the table. I sat down across from him.
"So, how do I join?" I asked. Hesitance aside, he did make a very compelling argument. And besides, what harm could come of splitting the profits of a successful gang?
"Simple. You get a tattoo... Haha, no I'm kidding. Just promise not to turn us over to the cops and you're in." He laughed, while I rolled my eyes.
"I guess I'm part of the gang then." I muttered, leaning back in the chair. It's actually a really comfortable chair, come to think of it.
"I guess so then. I'll introduce you to the team when the restaurant closes. Oh, that reminds me. If you want to join us, you have to help work the restaurant during the day. It's sort of our cover." He chuckled.
"I can do that." I muttered. Honestly, how hard could it possible be to work at a restaurant? I've never actually had to work a real job, but how hard could it be?
He led me back upstairs, and as it turns out, the regular door to the basement lair also connects to his office. So we honestly could have taken the stairs instead of going down a chute. Idiot.
"I'd like to introduce you to Phillip. He's my assistant/lawyer. He's not very good with women." Wasabi laughed. Phillip blushed.
"S-so... For you're ID card, w-what... What species are you e-exactly?" Phillip stammered, blushing and holding a pen to his clipboard.
"I'm a Sergal."
"Ok Sissel" "ok Phillip." Sarah and Madeline both said to their respective partners, on opposite sides of the district.
"We need to talk." They said, looking extremely embarrassed, almost like they had run down the street naked or something. Though, actually, Madeline probably would have gotten turned on by that.
"You see, the thing is..." They both muttered, one sitting on the couch and the other at a booth in a crowded restaurant. They both sighed, took a deep breath, and said what they were both dreading.
"I'm pregnant!"
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-no, none of you saw that plot twist coming. No one. Shut up.
-so yeah, that's chapter... What chapter is this?
-chapter 5