As Zepar lumbered for his sword and shield, it could be seen that his magic armor was flickering on and off his body. He almost looked like a character that was glitching out in a video game, indicating that victory was finally within reach.Before he could reach his weapons, Abina and Kelda landed on each side of the massive demon. The glitched-out warrior attempted to punch Kelda, but the fit blonde elve caught his fist in a time-freezing spell of blue Hellfire before it could make contact.From the other side, Abina picked up the discarded stripper pole with her telekinetic fire, looping it over the fucker's head and wrapping it around his neck. Abina continued to use her magic to tighten the pole around the demon's throat, but his constantly reappearing helmet prevented her from delivering the killing blow. Rafe then joined the fray, leaping into the air and releasing a hailstorm of tiny fireballs at Zepar. "It's a-me, Rafeio!" he slurred, attempting an awf
“It’s an ‘in-person’ cult meeting, thank you very much,” Logan explained. “It’s going to--” “But you do intend to make love to her, right?” Kelda cut him off.“Well, I, uh--” he stammered. “We’ll see where the conversation takes us.”“That means he is,” Abina tried to explain to Beth.“Excellent!” The redhead giggled. “Logan could use a release after what just happened here.”“And while he’s banging our brown-haired friend,” Abina added, “We can be working on more important things, like reestablishing this strip club!”“We’re not going to--” “Is it okay if I go with the elve while you’re knockin’ boots with the cult chick?” Rafe asked.“Well, somebody picked a fine time to sober up!” Logan laughed. “It’s not a booty call. Jane’s coming into Phoenix to talk to me about important cult business. She even mentioned on the phone yesterday that she has some big news that she’s been saving to tell me in person.”“Probably got a tit job,” Rafe whispered not-so-subtly to t
Logan teased her for a moment, and then he finally made his way up to her clit. It took him a minute to figure out what motion was going to work best, but two hands tightly gripping at his head suddenly told him he’d found a winner. He kept going, and Jane’s moans got louder and louder. Finally, he felt the brunette’s entire body quiver, and her hands threatened to rip all the hair out of his scalp. Jane let out an intense groan of pleasure as she tensed up, climaxed, and then fell back onto the bed. He lifted his head up, and then he slowly climbed into the empty spot beside Jane. “Is that what you normally do?” The brunette panted and rubbed her forehead. He just shrugged. “It’s different with every woman. That was probably one of the most intense ones I’ve ever seen, for sure.” “How the fuck did you do that?” she begged. “Like, seriously?” “With my tongue?” He asked. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Your cock is so big, so I just didn’t expect your tongue to be so good.” “I dunno,” he
“What about the demons in the cult?” Logan asked as he sauntered over and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. “They probably weren’t too thrilled that a mortal was taking over.”Jane chuckled. “That’s an understatement.”“They were not pleased,” Oliver explained. “Most of them ran off and hid like the cowards they are, but some flew into a fit of rage and tried to kill their brethren.”“And?” Logan asked just before he took a bite out of the juicy apple.“They weren’t successful.” The white-haired man grinned. “You now have eight fewer members of the Seventy-Two Servants to worry about.” “That’s what I like to hear,” Logan said as he walked over to Oliver and gave him a happy pat on the shoulder. “What about those other chores I sent you on?”“You mean the demon slayings?” Jane asked nonchalantly. “We’ve taken out every single demon you’ve asked us to. In fact, it’s been almost too easy. I’m starting to get bored with the whole thing.”“Of course it’s eas
"What?" Logan gulped. "I made sure we were out of that building in seconds!" But there it was, on the TV. It was a grainy video, taken from a few blocks away from the Excalibur as it burned. The cameraman was focused on the roaring flames as they billowed out of the top floor. But there, at the very bottom corner of the frame, a human-shaped figure passed by in a blur. The documentary rewound the footage, paused it, and then a red circle appeared over the figure. "Could this be the demon that Zeitmann was talking about?" the narrator asked rhetorically. "We may never know the truth..." "Holy shit, we're famous!" Rafe jumped up and down on the couch excitedly. "I'm just glad that the footage was so grainy," Logan sighed. "It looks about as credible as all the other paranormal videos out there." "So, one-hundred percent legit?" Rafe chuckled. "This John Zeitmann fellow seems to be causing problems," Oliver said with a frown. "Shall we dispose of him for you, Logan?" "What?" Loga
“Come on, bro,” Rafe begged as we walked out into the backyard. “I’ve always wanted to ride on a chandelier. We can kill two birds with one stone!” "Oh sure," Logan said with a laugh. "Let's invite a prominent and controverBethl politician into our home, in front of hundreds of people, and then the chandelier will just happen to fall on him right as he's leaving. There totally wouldn't be an FBI investigation into us or anything.""Not if the Rafester makes it look like an accident," he suggested."Accident or not, they'd still want to investigate for the sake of transparency," Logan explained. "Do you really want the feds following us around for the next few weeks?""Small price to pay for something so awesome," Rafe shrugged."They'd also be sitting the elves and me down for questioning.""Big whoop!" The goblin shook his head. "We lie all the time." "They'd probably go through all our stuff too," Logan fibbed. "Take away anything we owned that's not exactly l
Logan left one hand focused on the uprights, and then he moved his other hand over to the cross beams. He lit the first beam up with a jade fire and lifted it into the air. Carefully, he moved the wooden pole over to its resting place. One end sat on the beam where Rafe stood, and the other rested on the middle upright. As the cross beam approached, the goblin jumped up and grabbed it with both of his tiny hands. He gently guided the wooden beam into the slot on the top of the upright and then violently brought his fist down to knock it into place. Rafe hopped onto the crossbeam with one foot in front of the other and raised his hands up into the air. "This is Rafe Masterson's first attempt at the quadruple front-flip, a move that could very easily net him the gold." The goblin's voice and expressions went stern as he imitated an announcer. "Will he pull it off?" Rafe let out a grunt and somersaulted forward on the wooden beam, using his hands and feet to keep his momentum going at
She had completely redone the room, and it looked incredible. The elve had replaced the small black table that normally housed the Robert E. Lee bust with an all-white marble piece. On top sat a beautiful lantern with a glowing white candle inside. All across the ceiling now hung retro Edison-era lightbulbs that gave the normally cold room a warm glow. At their feet was a massive black and white rug that took up almost the entirety of the space between the two staircases. When Abina saw they had entered the room, she fluttered back down to meet us. “Loyalty powers.” The curvy woman giggled. “Goblins are known for their loyalty, like dogs. No offense, Rafe.” “You too, Abina?” He sighed. “What is this, pick on the goblin day? I might need some lube if you guys are gonna keep coming at me this raw.” “I mean no ill-will,” Abina apologized, “but it’s true. Goblins are loyal to their masters, and they have magic that arises from those emotions. Normally, it in