Logan knew just where to look. He nodded confidently. “All the stuff I’ve read about Vegas tells tourists to avoid the north part of the strip around the Stratosphere. There are a lot of abandoned buildings and sketchy one-night-stand motels out there. It’s perfect.” “Well, what are we waiting for?” Rafe ran over to the duffel bag and hopped inside. “Onward, to certain death!” Logan raised his eyebrow at the goblin as he picked up the bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Err—” Rafe paused. “I mean, onward to near-certain death!” The four of them, Logan, Rafe, Kelda, and Kelda’s partner, made their way through the winding seventies corridors of the Excalibur. Soon, they had passed through the main lobby and out to the valet service. “We had the yellow—” Logan began, but the valet put up a hand to stop him. “Yellow Volvo. I remember,” he laughed as he grabbed their keys and went off to find the car. “She’s a beauty,” Rafe giggled from the bag. “No
Logan watched as Rafe climbed up on a shelf and grabbed a can of beans, commenting, “This place looks like it was ripped straight out of a western movie.” “You’re not seriously going to eat that, are you?” Logan asked in disbelief. “I have a gut of steel now,” Rafe replied as he opened the can with his dagger-like claws. “So, yes, I am going to eat them.” Rafe grinned at Logan as he pried open the top part of the can with his claws and dumped the contents into his gullet. With a smack of his lips, he tossed the can aside and went for another one, consuming about five cans of beans before he finally got full. Rafe sat down and patted his belly, satisfied. “Those were totally still good, man. You want to try some?” he asked as he reached for another can. “I think I’m good,” Logan retorted. “I’d prefer not to spend the entire night trying not to shit my guts out.” “Your loss,” Rafe shrugged as he scurried into the other room. “Kelda,” Logan said
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll go check out the mirror situation while you guys do your thing. The bottle is in the bag.” Rafe laughed as he passed through the doorway. As soon as he was gone, Kelda dropped to her knees and pulled down Logan’s pants with glee while Abina caressed his chest as she passionately kissed him. The blonde elve used one hand to tug off her shirt and reveal the erect nipples underneath while she pleasured his member with the other. The dark-haired woman pulled away for a second to admire what her sister was doing, and she slowly reached down with her left hand to hold her sister’s chin. Kelda’s violet eyes burned intensely, and she opened her mouth and let her sister ease her forward onto Logan’s cock. Logan groaned in pleasure as the blonde continued to go to lick and suck on him, and Abina grabbed his hand so she could press it onto her now exposed breast. He caressed the woman sensually, and they went back to making out. His free hand
Logan raised his right arm into the air and tried to distribute the heat evenly across the shards. The plastic on the back began to dribble down the walls of the breakroom. He released both of his spells and held his breath hoping it would work. Rafe and the elves looked around in awe as they marveled at the house of a thousand tiny mirrors he had just created. “Damn, he’s sexy,” Rafe spoke to his own reflection as he tousled the small bit of wiry hair on his head. The next few hours were spent with Rafe reminding them of the various ways cultures have tried to capture elves and spirits through the years. They used a few sticks from outside and fabric from old clothes they found in the store to create some rough woven spirit traps. Rafe had the elves write some spells out on the walls in Latin, and Logan drew out a couple more traps and hid them under rugs, tables, and debris in hopes that Voidmoth would unknowingly stumble onto them. Rafe even fou
They weren’t going to wait for this asshole to slither his way out of this one. Logan tried to summon his fire once more while Kelda made a swishing motion with her arms and then hurled a massive blue flame at Voidmoth. It smacked into the elve lord and froze him in his place. “Freezing fire!” the blonde elve shouted. The elve may have been unable to move, but the slimy material continued to ooze out of every pore on the pimp’s body. Voidmoth’s frozen figure began to take a few shallow, restricted breaths before he tensed his body and sent the deadly goo spraying in every direction. “Heads up!” Logan yelled as he summoned a flame shield over us. The acidic black substance sizzled as it evaporated on the purple flames. Flecks of the goo were also flung onto the drawing of Solomon’s Key and melted it in enough places to break the circle. The elve’s body fell onto the ground with a thud, and he stood back up as he brushed the dust off his suit.
Logan’s aim was perfect. Voidmoth had been too busy focusing on his bindings, and he didn’t expect Logan to throw a simple-looking glass bottle at him. The trap smacked the elve--asshole right in the chest, and then the magic flowed out of the neck like fog. Seconds after making contact with its target, the enchanted vessel levitated into the air and released a series of ectoplasmic silver strings out of its neck. The wires wrapped themselves around Voidmoth’s wrists, ankles, and neck, and the man in the suit let out a gasp as he struggled for air. Logan heard him say, “I’ve had just about enough of your games, Mr. Logan,” and the fear was now clear in his voice. Then the smoky ghost-wires began to tighten around him. Voidmoth let out a frantic scream as the pungent smell of sulfur grew in the abandoned building. Streams of red Magicfire traveled up the strings and ignited the bottle in a glow of crimson. It burned brightly for a moment, shattered
It still felt like Logan was dreaming. They had just destroyed the man who wanted to take his women away, and now they were free. The three of them could do whatever the hell they wanted for the rest of their lives. And now, with his newfound luck and Vegas winnings, it was sure to be a life full of luxury, relaxation, and sex. It was the dawn of a new day as well as the beginning of their new lives together. Abina and Kelda stirred briefly as Logan got out of bed, but then they wrapped their sleepy arms around each other and dozed back off. He couldn’t help but admire the two elvesi as they slept. They were so peaceful, and now they were his. There was nothing that was going to get in their way. The first thing Logan did when he woke up in their swanky hotel room the next morning was to call up room service and order a bottle of their finest, most expensive champagne. His stomach growled, and he briefly considered ordering breakfast, but t
Logan rolled his eyes as he spoke into the phone. “And some French toast. I think that will complete our order.” “Wait! Don’t forget the pancakes,” Rafe reminded him. “Okay, can I get two stacks of pancakes?” Logan asked. “Of course,” the woman replied. “Oh, and get some berries too,” Rafe asked. “Like the red and blue ones.” “Can I get some strawberries and blueberries too?” Logan asked. “Do they have Grapenuts?” Rafe asked. “I could totally go for some Grapenuts.” “Uhh, do you have Grape—” “Yes, sir,” she interrupted him. “I’ll get you some Grapenuts too. With milk.” “What about yogurt?” Rafe asked. “I think we could totally go for some yogurt.” “And uhhh… some yogurt,” Logan asked. “Did you forget about sausage?” Rafe asked, raising a disbelieving goblinish eyebrow. “Can I have some sausage?” Logan asked. “Yes you can,” she replied. “And a pepperoni pizza,” Rafe said with a note of finality to his
The moderator completely ignored the politician’s words and nodded for Ira to continue. “Thanks, Jim,” she retorted. Ira grabbed the mic off the podium and began to walk around the stage gingerly. “My fellow Arizonians,” she explained. “The reason I bring this up here, in front of you, is because I don’t want my opponent to weasel his way out of these accusations behind a PR team. There’s far too much of that in the political world. No, Bill, I want you to face the music here, in front of our constituents.”“About what?” Hoggins chuckled awkwardly. “So I was a male prostitute? So what? As you said, all of my clients were consenting adults.”Ira shot the man an angry look and tightened her grip on the microphone. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. You see, being the businessman that he is, Mr. Hoggins just had to have his cake and eat it too. He was much more than a prostitute, my friends. He built an entire sex worker empire up there in Vegas.”“Lies!
“Political Dominatrix?” Logan questioned. “Do I even want to know?” “Yeah, bro,” Rafe explained. “It’s totally the standard outfit of politicians. I call it that because the people that wear it like to put it on while they fuck us senseless.”“Is that what being a politician is?” Tris asked, surprised. “No wonder Ira was always so engaged with Marvin Franklin’s campaign.”“It’s a metaphor,” Logan sighed. “Like, the politicians are fucking over the people.”“I’m not using a metaphor,” Rafe argued. “They’re literally fucking us in a bareback, raw-dog, ‘bite the pillow’ sort of way.”“That sounds right up Ira’s alley.” Tris nodded in agreement.“And now, Mr. Hoggins’ opponent,” the moderator interrupted. “Former wife of Marvin Franklin, the man who used to represent the seventh district, Maggie Franklin!”The crowd applauded for Ira but not nearly as much as they had for Hoggins. To make up for the lack of enthuBethsm, Rafe, the elves, and Logan all made sure to hoot and holler as lou
Wearing a tuxedo generally went a long way in improving Logan's mood, and tonight was no different. He sat there at the massive round table, decked out in a jet-black tux complete with its own vest and bowtie. This was a black-tie affair, and Logan was never one to come underdressed.Luckily for him, neither were any of his friends.Logan's friend Libidine sat directly next to him at the round table, and it was taking everything in his power to keep from gawking at her perfect and massive breasts. The succubus wore a sparkly silver dress that had a wide, plunging neckline. If it weren't for the dress's halter top, her delicious boobs would have been flopping out all over the place.Of course, Logan wouldn't have complained if they were.Then there was Cupi. Surprisingly, the Sister of Greed had little to no interest in fashion, but she was still dressed to the nines. The fit succubus wore a tight red dress with an off-shoulder neckline that ran all the way down to her knees. It had th
The assassin’s body was now bubbling like crazy, and some of the boils were growing to nearly the size of a baseball. His face began to contort into an unrecognizable, abstract horror, and then his torso began to expand. “Oh shit!” Rafe exclaimed. “He’s gonna go Big Trouble in Little China on us. Hit the deck!” Logan and the others dove to the ground, and then there was a loud, sloppy-sounding pop. Logan could feel the chunks of gooey gore crash into his body, and he was nearly mortified. He pulled himself to his feet and observed the scene.The assassin’s body was completely gone, or more accurately, it was scattered all across the inside of the Cult of Ralston’s headquarters. Pieces of furry spider flesh ran down the walls and left a trail of green gore in its wake. The assassin's organs were spread across the ground at various intervals.This place was going to need a real deep cleaning as soon as possible. Logan nearly gagged as he wiped the slimy remains of the creature off
As Logan ran towards the assailant, he drew the jagged remains of his goat-headed dagger from his belt, ran his Magicfire-covered hand over the base of the blade, and enchanted it. The jagged, broken steel stretched out into a fiery cutlass, and he readied his weapon for the assault. The spider-creature threw out the pointy end of its leg in his direction. He was probably hoping that Logan would run into the point and skewer himself, but luckily for Logan, he wasn't that stupid. Instead, Logan twisted his glowing blade and parried the deadly appendage away with a flick of his wrist. He ducked down, spun around, and lopped off another one of the creature's back legs. As the spider-demon fell awkwardly onto its knees, Logan saw a. flash of Abina's polearm as the blunt end shot up and struck him in the chin. Green mist sprayed upward, and the demon was now dripping its own sludge-like blood out of its mouth. Logan wasted no time in thrusting his sword in the direction o
Logan surveyed the battlefield around him and saw that, despite their best efforts, the army of oversized spiders was quickly overwhelming them. They were already halfway up Raphael’s body, and they had Gula nearly completely covered with their horrid wave. It was like they kept multiplying faster than they could kill them. “Precision strike?” Rafe suggested. Logan nodded to the goblin, and then they both ran toward their friends. He created a series of ascending platforms for the goblin to climb, and he acrobatically hopped up the makeshift stairs with ease. Once he was at the top, he flipped up into the sky above Gula and rained down a hailstorm of tiny balls of Magicfire. The spiders screamed as they were burned off the elves’ torso and arms.Once she had her upper body free, Gula took a swing with her enchanted battle axe. Chunks of spider and greenish blood flew up into the sky, and then the elves was free.“Save Abina,” Logan nodded to the redhead as he dashed toward Kelda
Logan started to take a step toward one of the two gentlemen, but then he froze. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was off about these two.When the boys moved, it was almost like they were suspended like marionettes on strings. Then there were their voices, which seemed devoid of all emotions even though they wore large smiles on their faces.Something wasn't right here.“Actually, I think I'm gonna stay over here,” Logan explained. “But you boys are more than welcome to tell me all about the ‘good news’ from a distance.”The boy on the left looked at his friend. “I was afraid he'd say that.” He sighed and then turned back to them. “The good news is that we finally found you, Logan Ralston.”In an instant, the two creepy-looking young men began to glow with a black ectoplasmic substance. They reached out and took each other's hands, and then their bodies began to meld together into one large, ominous blob. Finally, the magical nebula began to take on a
“What’s the matter?” Logan asked with a grin. “Are you shy?”The redhead snorted. “Anything but,” she argued. “It’s just… I don’t know… I feel like Sister Abina and Sister Kelda are putting a lot of pressure on me to hook up with you.”“Really?” Logan noted sarcastically. “I didn’t notice.”They passed by a few of the offices of the lower-level cult members, and then they were at the computer room. Logan stepped aside and let the elves enter the room first.“Well… I want to,” Gula continued. “I really, really want to. But--”“You want to ease into things,” Logan finished her sentence. “I get it, Gula. We don’t have to rush into that if you’re not ready.”“What?” the Sister of Gluttony asked with a confused quirk of her lips. “That’s not what I meant at all.”“What did you mean, then?” Logan questioned.Gula looked down at the ground bashfully and then turned her head up to stare him in the eyes. The elves bit her lip, and Logan could see that her nipples were growing erec
Shadow sped through the streets of Phoenix, under cover of the dark desert night. The second that Rafe and Tris had returned from their munchie run, Logan snagged the keys to the vehicle and decided to head toward his cult’s hideout. If they really were going to be tracking down a missing Archangel, rallying his cultists was probably the best place to start. “I still don’t get why you didn’t just call Oliver,” Rafe muttered from the middle seat. “It would have saved me from being uncomfortably smashed between two guys for an entire car ride. I think I’ve had to say ‘no homo’ more times today than I have in my entire life.” “Doubtful,” Raphael uttered under his breath. “What’d you say, angel boy?” Rafe demanded. “We may be best buds, but don’t think I won’t give you the ol’ one-two, one-two if you get outta line.” “Of course,” the Archangel said with a coy smile. “I’d never think of insulting you, Rafe.” “Damn straight,” the goblin nodded, “but, as the leader of this group, I’ll le