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