"Thanks, Mom," Logan grinned warmly as she left."Holyshitholyshitholyshit!" Rafe's voice couldn't contain its excitement. "We're gonna eat Mrs. Ralston's cooking! Lord, take me now.""I was wondering how long before you'd crack," Logan laughed, "but you're right, Mom's food is the fucking best.""Your parents are very kind," Beth noted as she looked at the posters that were still hanging on Logan's wall."We shouldn't be surprised, Sister," Abina said softly. "Logan is the kindest soul we've ever met. His parents surely played a big part in that.""Who is this 'Juicy' woman?" Kelda mused and pointed to a poster of a scantily clad supermodel sitting on top of a Mustang. "One of your old girlfriends?" Rafe burst out into uncontrollable laughter."He wishes!" the goblin cackled. "The best thing Logan here could snag in High School was the spawn of Satan herself.""Tamira?" Abina asked."Shhhhhhhhhhh!" Rafe stopped laughing. "Don't say her name aloud. Some say that if you l
"It's a more accurate term," Logan shrugged. "We learned it in one of my religion electives.""Alright then," Logan's dad said, still a little confused. "Let's dig in!"First up was the age-old classic, spaghetti. The noodles themselves were store-bought, but they were the premium kind that had Italian seasoning and parsley baked right into the gourmet dough. As for the sauce, it was Logan's mom's special recipe, cooked and canned right there in her kitchen. The concoction was dark red, and the aromatic smell of tomatoes, garlic, and parmesan wafted off as Logan poured it onto his noodles."Is that sausage?" Abina's perky voice asked. "I love sausage!"Oh no. Logan slowly turned to look at the elves who was now holding a half-sausage with her hand firmly gripped around the base. As much as he wanted to see what happened next, he really didn't want it to happen in front of his parents."Why, yes, dear," Mom explained, "but you're going to want to mix that in with the r
Logan shook his head and grinned. "We're just friends," he lied. "Besides, I don't need relationship advice, Dad. I think I'm good on my own." "You sure about that?" his dad asked with a raised eyebrow. "How's Tamira working out for you?" Abina was taking a drink, and she nearly did a spit-take when she heard what Logan's dad had said. "Low blow," Logan joked through gritted teeth. "Low. Blow." "I'm just sayin'." Dad shrugged. "A great partner is hard to come by. Take your mother over there, for example. We were 'just friends' at one point too. If we hadn't gone to David's party--" "Is this really appropriate talk when company is around?" Logan asked coyly. "Just making small talk." Dad shrugged and passed Logan the bowl of ravioli. He glanced down at the small pockets of dough packed to the brim with unseen goodies and smothered with a saucy pesto rub. "Is this the ravioli?" Logan asked eagerly. Mom grinned and nodded. "This is Logan's favorite," she explained to the girls. "
“It’s gonna be just like the good ol’ days, bro,” Rafe mused as they pulled up to the dark gates of the nature park. “We can sneak in after hours, smoke a few joints, shoot the shit, and then crash under the stars.” “Don’t forget about getting shitfaced,” Logan said with a chuckle.“And fornicating,” Beth added.“I might just sit that part out,” Rafe gagged.Their old stomping grounds were only about twenty minutes north of Logan's parent’s house, on the outskirts of the K.C. metropolitan area. Logan and Rafe had made the drive so many times that it was still practically ingrained in Logan's muscle memory, and he basically auto-piloted through the entire journey. The only time he actually had to focus was when they stopped by a local liquor store and bought up what felt like their entire stock of beer.You couldn’t go out into the woods with your friends in the middle of the night and not bring beer.“It looks like they’re closed,” Abina observed sadly as their headlights il
“Alright.” Logan double-checked their supplies. “We’ve got a blanket, we’ve got beer, and we’ve got some candles--”“And I’ve got some California Emerald Oxygen.” Rafe patted the tiny weed-filled baggie in his hand. “This is grade-A shit.” “What’s that thing in your hand?” Kelda asked the goblin. “Is it some sort of ceremonial horn?” Rafe looked down at the glass bong he was holding in his hand. The entire thing was made of glass, and it was molded to look like a miniature devil. It looked like the weed would sit in a small cup the creature held in its hand, and you could smoke it using the demon’s “tail.”“A ceremonial horn,” Rafe chuckled, “I like that. I’ll totally call it that if we get pulled over and the officer checks our trunk.”“I think it’s for Rafe’s little green treat, sister,” Abina explained. “I think it’s a pipe of some sort.”“Dingdingding, Lib is a winner!” The goblin jumped up and down and then extended the pipe to the curvy woman. “You win th
“That’s just the alcohol talking.” Logan laughed and ran his hand through the elves’ hair.“I agree with Kelda,” Beth added. “This is a great moment, and I don’t want it to ever end. I wish we could do this kind of thing every single day.”“You don’t get it, sisters,” Abina said firmly. “That is why we are fighting. Now, more than ever, the forces of darkness are gathering and preparing to launch an assault on the Divine. If they win, everybody loses. They’ll kill Logan and Rafe, take us back to Hell, and enslave every mortal on Earth until the end of time. As much as I’d love to simply lay here with my best friends and keep having a good time, we cannot ignore our destiny.” “Destiny?” Kelda let out a mixture between a laugh and a slur and then rolled over so that she could face her sister. “Listen to this, Abina gets a few drinks in her, and suddenly, she gets all self-righteous and starts talking about things like ‘destiny’ and the difference between ‘good and e
Logan was rock hard again in a matter of seconds. Beth gave him a look of satisfaction, wrapped her thin lips around the head of his dick, and shoved the whole thing into her throat. When the elves finally came up for air, she playfully waved his cock back and forth like a joystick.“That’s quite tasty,” she said as she licked her lips, her eyes darting over to Kelda. “I want more.”The redheaded elves turned around and then motioned for Abina to do the same.“We can both get our fill, Abina,” Beth purred. “Bend over.”Abina shot her madame a hungry look of defiance, but then she turned away, wiggled her hips, and bent down to show Logan her tight ass. He needed no further instructions. The second the fit blonde was in position, he got up on his knees, wrapped his hands around her slender hips, and slid his cock into her tight pussy.Abina let out a gasp as he entered her, but then she looked back at him and bit her lip.To his right, Kelda spread her leg
“I never would have guessed.” Logan snickered as they pulled back onto the interstate.“I know, right?” Rafe giggled. “I’m a model citizen.”“So,” Beth’s voice spoke up, “what is the first order of business when they get to D.C.? We know that Ira and Franklin are currently residing there, but we don’t have an address or anything of that sort.”“Well, Franklin is easy,” Logan said as he looked back at the redhead in the rearview mirror. “He works in one of the most famous buildings in all of America. Of course, getting to him is another story.” “Washington’s a hotbed of surveillance,” Rafe added. “You got the FBI, the CIA, the NCA, and, most horrifyingly, the DEA. I feel like I’m walking straight into the lion’s den.”“It won’t be as difficult as you think,” Kelda spoke up. “We may not be able to brandish our weapons and our regular powers openly, but we still have two things that even the most well-trained mortals won’t see coming.”“What’s that?” Abina questioned