Even though the hotel was only a half-hour away from the town they'd just left, it felt like hours before they finally arrived. Logan wasn't sure if it was all exhaustion from the fight, or if it was partly the anticipation of what was to come.They finally pulled up to the hotel at around eleven at night, and a large sign with the company’s logo that read, “Rooms- $80 per night” greeted them.“We’re here, guys,” Logan announced to his friends as he pulled into a parking spot.Rafe had been sleeping soundly, and he gave Logan a dirty look as he groggily pulled himself to his feet. “You should know you never interrupt an goblin during his beauty sleep. That’s how hands get thrown, bro.”“Trust me, Rafe,” Logan promised. “You’ll be sleeping in a nice comfy bed in a few minutes here. Doesn’t that sound much better than a leather seat in the cabin of a vehicle with a draft?”Rafe looked back at the elves and then back at Logan. The light bulb must have gone off in his head because he
“Holy fuck,” Ira gasped. “It’s even bigger than I remembered! Even better.”The elves cupped one of her hands tightly over my balls, and then shoved my entire cock into her mouth in one fell swoop. Ira’s eyes began to water as she pushed down further onto my dick until her warm lips touched down on the base. The dark-haired woman made a gagging sound, but her eyes told me she was on cloud nine. Logan tensed up and grabbed the back of the elves' head. He'd never felt anything like this in his entire life, and it was incredibly satisfying. A loud moan escaped his lips, signaling his satisfaction with her moves.The woman seemed to get a rise out of him, as she instantly began to move her mouth up and down like a jackhammer. It appeared as though she was struggling each time she went down on his cock, but the more she did it, the more he realized it was all for show.And it was working like a charm.As she was pleasuring him, Ira reached up, grabbed one of Logan's hands, and gave it
"Could we go over to the other room?" Logan asked the Archangel who was standing in the hall. "Ira is tuckered out in there, and I’d hate to wake her.""Of course," Raphael acknowledged. "Wherever is most comfortable."Laying next to the bed with the beautiful and slightly-crazed Ira was the most comfortable, but Logan wasn't going to be rude to his surprise guest. He stepped through the door, rubbed his eyes, and then began to walk toward Rafe's room."I see you're copying my fashion choices," Raphael observed with a nod to Logan's robe. "Now you just need to grow out your hair. We'll make you a member of the Divine yet, Logan.""Don't count on it," Logan warned as they approached their destination. "I'm in on all this because I want my friends to be free, and the only way that's going to happen is by killing Azazel and the Seventy-Two Servants. Once that guy is gone, we're out of the whole 'demon hunting' shtick."The Archangel simply chuckled at Logan's words. "We'll see, Loga
"Of course," Logan nodded."That was with a few dozen cultists feeding Azar power," Raphael sighed. "To perform the ‘Ritual of Resurrection,’ one needs a large following, all of whom are willing to put their souls on the line to bring someone back from the dead. Basically, they're swapping out their souls for the individual's"And do you think that's what Tris and Gula are up to?" Kelda asked. "Are they going around gathering up a bunch of followers for a mass sacrifice?""I know it is," the dark-haired Archangel confirmed."Hold on here," Rafe said as he scratched his head. "This all sounds really, really familiar... somebody dies, and then their loyal fans will them back to life with sunshine and rainbows?"Raph rolled his eyes. "That was intentional on the part of the Demonic," he explained. "They wanted a blood ritual that mocked the Lamb of God himself.""Lamb of God?" Rafe laughed. "I was thinkin’ the fairy from Peter Pan, but that’s even more metal.""So what hap
The elves and Logan cuddled close in bed for another few hours. The four of them woke up around ten thirty in the morning, still groggy as heck. They could have easily slept another four or five hours, but unfortunately, checkout was at eleven. They hadn’t brought anything up to the room, so getting ready to leave was as simple as tossing on their original clothes and making sure Logan had his phone, wallet, and keys.Once they were all ready to go, they went to check on Rafe.The goblin looked like death when he opened the door. There were gigantic bags under his bloodshot eyes, and his entire body was twitching involuntarily.“Uh, are you okay?” Logan asked curiously.“N--never better,” Rafe responded.“It’s almost time to check out,” Logan continued. “How’d you sleep last night?”The goblin raised a trembling hand to his chin and pondered the question for a moment. Then, he looked up at Logan and shrugged.“I didn’t,” he said as he smiled. “I beat the game at around six in th
Logan patted the steering wheel jovially and smiled. “She might be a little banged up,” he joked, “but she’s still purring like a kitten.”“Yeah,” Rafe snickered, “a mangy kitten. The kind you’d see in a Sarah McLachlan commercial.”“She still runs,” Logan retorted. “As long as Shadow can get us from point A to point B, that’s all that matters.”“I dunno, bro,” Rafe continued. “I’d say once Beth gets the Velvet Lips back up and running and Ira starts collecting her politician’s salary, they should trade in ol’ faithful and get a Lambo.”“Orrrrr … ” Logan tried to plead with the goblin. “They could just have Beth fix up Shadow with her healing powers and keep using their Jeep.”“Where’s the fun in that?” Rafe sighed. “I’m sure everybody in this vehicle right now would rather have a sexy red Lamborghini than a soccer-mom Jeep.”“Again,” Logan reminded the goblin, “soccer moms drive vans. Jeeps are for rugged off-roaders which is much closer to what we are.”“A Lambo would be really sexy
My friends and I studied the menu for a bit, and then a perky blonde waitress appeared at our table with a tray full of waters.“Hi, guys!” She grinned. “Do you think you’re ready to order?”“It’s a tough call,” Logan pondered aloud. “Do you recommend the ribeye steak or the swordfish?”The waitress thought for a moment. “Marty’s is famous for our steaks, so I’d say that one. I’ve heard great things about the swordfish, though.”“Screw it.” Logan shrugged. “I’ll take the ribeye. Medium, if you don’t mind.”The waitress scribbled down Logan's order and then turned to the rest of the group.“I want a T-bone,” Ira said without missing a beat. “As rare as you can legally make it.”“I second that.” Kelda nodded.“Two steaks, still mooing,” the blonde server joked. “Got it. And for you two?”“I want to try the pork chops,” Abina explained. “I’ve never had those, but they sound delicious.”Now it was Rafe’s turn. “This might sound crazy,” the goblin warned. “I want a medium rare steak, but c
"Harmless?" Logan mused. "Is he really so far down the rabbit hole that 'selling your soul' is considered harmless?""It's better than the alternative of death or eternal damnation," Ira countered."Fair enough," Logan conceded, then cut off a piece of his steak. He took a moment to admire the morsel resting on his fork.It was perfectly-seared with small black grill markings all across it. Small ripples of sleek fat ran along the outer edge of the cut, creating that marbling effect every butcher knows and loves. There were bits of herbs and spices pounded into the tender meat, remnants of what the menu assured was a three-hour marinade, and the entire thing was still sopping in its own juices.If this thing tasted half as good as it looked, his taste buds were about to be in Heaven.Logan placed the piece of meat into his mouth, and he instantly wanted another bite. Not only was the steak cooked to perfection, but the marinade and seasoning they used were out of this world. What