“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
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!
“Dude! It finally came!” His roommate barely withheld his excitement as he barreled into the living room of their apartment with a package in his hand. “Check it out, Logan.” He smiled as he tore at the brown paper surrounding his purchase. As he ripped the covering off the package, bits and pieces scattered all across the floor of the living room like confetti. For a second Logan thought about lecturing Rafe about not making a mess of their apartment, but who was he kidding? This place was already a shithole. At least some half-assed confetti would make it feel a little livelier. His roommate was your stereotypical stoner archetype. Seriously, he looked like he belonged in a hippie van solving mysteries with a Great Dane. Rafe ’s long, blond hair was always greasy and unkempt, and the smell of the sweet leaf reeked off him so frequently that most people just assumed he was using a hemp-laced cologne. To top off his look, Rafe wore a bit of scruff on his chin in t
It might have simply been their leaky windows, but it was the middle of the summer. The chill sent a shiver up Logan's spine, and he started to wonder what they had just let in. The absolute last thing they needed in their place was an evil entity causing problems. His landlord already had that role covered. “Welp, I don’t know about you, but I’m beat.” Rafe yawned, looking as if nothing had happened and all was normal. “Summoning a demon really takes it out of you! Time to hit the bed!" Rafe wiped the blood off his finger onto his pants before he turned around and shuffled off toward his bedroom. As he walked, he whistled a happy tune and nearly skipped across the floor. Logan tried not to cringe as each of his footsteps creaked and threatened to break through the old wood of the floor. It was a bit strange because, even though it wasn’t that late, his body told him that it was time for him to head off to bed, too. Was this one of the side-effects of sum
The Elve sat up from the old leather couch and rubbed her eyes groggily. She looked nothing like Abina, but she was still one of the sexiest women Logan ever seen. Her short blonde hair was styled into a bob that swayed back and forth across her slender cheekbones as she walked. The eve's entire body was lithe and fit like that of an athlete, complete with small, perky breasts, well-defined abs, and thighs that looked strong enough to crush a man’s head. “We may not have done the deed, but I appreciate what you did for me, Keida!” the goblin exclaimed. “Now the chicks are all going to be lining up to get a piece of the me!" “You didn’t have sex with--” Logan started to say, but Rafe interrupted me. “Naw, man. As soon as she changed me into this badass body, I just wanted to sleep it off. Now I just want to eat, get high, and play some video games.” “Ugh…” the blonde elve sighed as she lay her head against the backrest of our old couch. “How disappointi
“Thank you, Rafe,” Logan said with a sigh. “So, what, you guys don’t really have any say in what you do? Like you’re all just subordinates to other Beings? Elves?” “Particularly our master, Lord Voidmoth” Keida said, vitriol filling her voice. “He’s the one who keeps us in line and makes sure that the humans who summon us pay up when the time comes.” “Sounds like a real asshole.”Logan said. Already know what the two women wanted. For him to take them under his protection. Funny as it might sound. Logan was bored and excited enough by this new adventure to give it a chance. “Which leads me to our next question. What are the odds of him coming after you? You guys are supposed to take my soul or something and return to your Realm after the deed is done, as payment for summoning you, right?” “I don’t know,” Keida murmured, and both of the supaused and looked at each other tensely. “We probably aren’t even on his radar right now." "And what happens if yo
As he reached for Rafe, green sparks leapt from his hands as a wash of heat erupted from his fingertips. Rafe saw the deadly projectile as it hurled furiously at him, but he could do little but flinch as it rocketed towards his position. The space in front of Rafe shimmered for an instant, and then a shield of protective green appeared between the fireball and Rafe. Keida attack collided with the bright green wall, curled around the edges of the shield, and singed the area around Rafe in a circle, and that caused the ceiling to collapse around him. The goblin flailed his stubby arms as he fell, but instead of hitting the ground, he collided against the green shield with a dull thud. Logan could barely believe my eyes. He had created the protective barrier like it had been second nature. All he had wanted to do was protect his friend from danger, but his powers responded to his feelings without any sort of conscious thought. “I knew you could do it!” Keida s
“Can Elves even get drunk?” Logan asked the two women across from him as his vision started to blur. The two women both shrugged before Abina spoke up. “Well, don’t you want to find out? I’m sure you’ve been with a million drunken mortals. Can you imagine what it would be like to be with two drunken, horny elves?” They had fond their bar alright, and they had make use of the opportunity to get as close to drunk as they could. The humans anyway. “Oh, I can imagine it alright,” Logan smirked as a hundred different images raced through his mind. “My only concern would be that you’d accidentally let loose your powers while we were in the middle of it. ‘Death by Orgasm’ isn’t exactly what I want on my tombstone.” “That doesn’t happen,” Abina quipped. “Often.” “Fuck it, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Logan slurred. The bartender returned with another round of beers, and Logan don’t even remember finishing them. His senses started to feel lik