“What’s the matter?” Ira mocked. “Cat got your tongue in a vice?” “No,” Logan huffed. “I’m just thinking about how lame that little bone whip was when Voidmoth used it.” “This time you will see it used in the hands of a true master!” the dark-haired woman squealed as she lashed out at him with the whip. Logan knocked the whip away with a small shield of purple flame, and it ricocheted into the bathroom mirror. Shards of glass sprayed across the tiny room, but he quickly cast an emerald spell to send the deadly projectiles away from him and back at his assailant. The glass reappeared beside Ira, and the elve dissolved a few of them with her own blast of red Magicfire. The remaining shards stabbed into the woman’s left arm, and she let out a moan of pure ecstasy. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” she smiled sadistically as she looked down at the glass sticking out of her arm. “Do it more. Please. Beat me like a naughty puppy.” “Sister Ira,” Lo
Kelda released her Lady's hand, and Beth passed her glowing fire over Ira’s wounds. As she did so, the melted flesh molded back into its regular shape and returned to its original peach skin tone. Once the petite, black-haired elve had been healed, Beth released her spell and stood back up. Logan reached down toward Ira, and she cautiously accepted his hand. He pulled her back to her feet, but then she took a few steps back in caution. “I appreciate what you did for me today,” she confessed, “especially the rough foreplay.” She raised a finger. “But this changes nothing. I am still loyal to the King of the Fourth Circle, as is my dominant half. The next time we meet, you’ll get to feel her wrath.” “What about your promise just now?” Kelda reminded the elve. A sly smile slid up Ira’s face. “Very well. I’ll give you a hint.” The dark-haired elve quickly summoned a ball of turquoise flames into both of her hands. She hurled one of the fireballs at Logan, and
“I’m discovering more and more by the minute why these girls love to be around you, Logan,” Beth’s voice cooed from the back seat of our Jeep. “It seems like there is never a single dull moment when in your company.” “That’s nothing new for us, is it, Jakey?” Rafe giggled. “We were the life of the party long before we went all demonic and red.” “If by ‘life of the party,’ he means ‘always working and barely having enough to live off,’ then sure,” Logan answered before he let out a chuckle. “Don’t be so modest, bro,” Rafe puffed at his joint. “Once you let go of everything and realize just how awesome you are, life gets ten times better. That’s how I’ve always lived my life. One quarter mile at a time.” “Pretty sure Vin Diesel said that in Fast and Furious,” Logan pointed out. “He got it from me,” Rafe said with a knowing smile. “Remember how you were donating plasma to pay the rent,” Logan reminded him. “Meh, who needs plasma?” He shrugged and
“Just don’t get into too much trouble,” Logan pointed his finger in the general direction of Rafe’s voice. “Moi?” The goblin sounded hurt. “Get into trouble? Never!” Rafe let out a mischievous giggle as he ran toward the beach, and miniature hoofprints appeared in the sand behind him. Logan and the elves began to walk down the boardwalk, and the girls marveled at all the sounds and sights. Not far from where they parked was a small shop that carried all sorts of beach attire and novelties. “This looks like as good a place as any,” Logan said as he opened the door for the girls. The inside of the store seemed to be designed in the modern chic style, with lots of dark grays, whites, and hardwood floors. The store wasn’t very full. A few surfer-looking dudes with black shirts and name tags were folding clothes at the racks, and a few bikini and trunk-clad tourists walked around chatting as they looked at products. Logan pointed back at the wall o
“Oh no,” Logan corrected the boy. “They’re wearing the stuff they’re buying. Those are their old clothes.” “Wow,” the boy said in disbelief. “I didn’t think anything they had in this store could look like that!” Abina leaned down over the counter, and her massive breasts were now barely being held in place by the tiny strings of fabric. “Thank you for the compliment.” The curvy woman smiled. “I didn’t know they could look this good, either. I always thought one-pieces were for prudes.” Any sense of subtlety was now completely out the window, and the boy stared directly at Abina’s cleavage. Logan pulled out one of Robert Quinn’s credit cards and slid it across the counter. The kid wasn’t paying attention, and he didn’t really blame him. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he had to clear his throat to get the cashier’s attention. “I’m sorry!” the cashier fumbled at the cash register. “Will that be debit or credit?”
They continued to lounge by the beach for hour after glorious hour. Each of them had their own lounge chair, and Rafe had joined them by constructing his own makeshift bed out of a pile of sand. The five of them basked in the sunlight, only getting up occasionally to stretch or to shoo away a seagull that thought they were an inanimate object to perch on. Then Logan felt that dull, warm, irritating sensation on his skin.“Ah shit,” he mumbled as he sat up. “I need to reapply my sunscreen. I’m gonna look like a lobster for days.” “Relax, Jakey,” Rafe’s voice said from his sandy throne. “I grabbed some of that stuff while you guys were off playing dress up.” “Oh thank God,” Logan sighed. “Can I borrow some?” A bottle seemed to appear out of thin air next to the goblin’s location, and Logan plucked it out of Rafe’s grasp. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Logan said as he squirted some of the liquid onto his arm and began to rub it in. “Where
“Okay, so he thinks they want three Chicago-style dogs, three plain dogs, a corn dog, five orders of corn on a stick, and the bucket of french fries,” Logan explained. “Bro, don’t you dare forget that LouiBethna Hot Link,” Rafe reminded him with a pat on his calf. “Ah, and one LouiBethna Hot Link,” Logan added. “Make that two!” Abina begged. “Fine, two Hot Links,” Logan corrected. “And drinks,” Rafe continued. “How can they possibly eat all this without something to drink?” “Five sodas, as well.” The man tapped away at his register as the order continued to pile up. “Alright,” their server said as he ran his eyes back across the screen. “That’s all comes out to ninety-seven sixty.” “I’m gonna take one of the girls and go grab a spot, Jakey,” Rafe’s voice muttered. “I want front-row seats to see if any of these people hurl on the Fireball!” “I’ll go.” Kelda nodded. “I definitely don’t want to miss that.” As Abina walked a
“Why would she want to do that?” Logan asked curiously. “Wouldn’t that make her weaker?” “At first, it was just for her clients who were too timid to get in on the action for themselves,” the redhead explained. “She would split herself into two halves and then put on a show for her summoner.” “Instant threesome, just add magic,” Rafe cackled. “You joke, but it’s true.” Abina shrugged. “We all use our Hellfire powers to give us an edge in the bedroom.”“Or the couch,” Kelda added. “Or the sleeping bag. Or the backseat of the car.”“Or a floating platform in the middle of the desert.” Beth looked at Logan and bit her lip. “But I digress. Ira has a dominant half that does the dominating, and a submissive half that enjoys taking sexually charged abuse.”“And that was the submissive half we fought?” Logan asked. “Bro,” Rafe’s voice chuckled. “She asked if you were going to bludgeon her to death with your schlong. If that was the submissive side, I