"Stanley, take four large steps backwards now please," she told him. He did, immediately, pulling Marisa with him. The old crone, grumbling under her breath stepped away as well.Morris was pissed off at how stuck up the intense bitch was as she stepped back as well. She was doing that whisper thing again and he felt his rage flare. It was time to put a slug in someone's head. She looked like a perfect volunteer.Walter was becoming exhausted. He was so out of practice and he was old. Even for one as long lived as his kind could be, he was old. The Valkyrie showed no signs of slowing or weakening. The skies they flew in were limited as they were merely a memory. He had to veer away from the edges as he felt them approaching and each time he did he felt the cursed woman gaining on him. In a straight flight, he might be faster than her but he didn't have the space.If he couldn't outfly her he would go on the offensive. He coiled his neck back to rapidly spit fireballs at her but she do
Lise-Anne and Rand added their signatures as witnesses and Michelle tucked the scroll back into the tube for safe keeping. "How long will Stanley be in Ireland?" Lise-Anne asked. "We must gather the most skilled Fae we have to build him a glamor. It will take a week, two at most. I do not give up the lives of my people willingly. We will find a way to do this as safely as possible," the Queen stated with finality. Stanley was collecting the rest of his dropped clothes into his arms and looked at her with trepidation. He didn't want anyone to die! "Michelle, Rand. Would you please accompany Stanley on this journey?" Lise-Anne asked. Rand nodded immediately but Michelle looked a little surprised to be asked. She finally nodded. She handed the scroll to the Security Minister who tucked it away. The fairy hesitated for just a moment then looked to Baba Yaga. "There is still the outstanding question of how you rescued a Satyr from so far in the pas-" Lise-Anne began but stopped abrupt
Henry fought off a strong sensation of déjà vu as he sat on the couch between the two beautiful ladies. He knew this was a recollection of the last movie night he'd attended in Sandy's condo. Sitting between the bubbly pale skinned blond with her wide, delighted smile and the polar opposite of her BFF Dayshia whose expression was as dark as her complexion, Henry smiled tentatively at Tish who was facing him on the plush chair to his left. She was rather obviously undressing him with her eyes. On the love seat across from Tish, Roger was making no effort to hide his suspicion. "So, you're saying you're Stanley's brother. A brother he didn't even know he had up until just before this family reunion in, of all places, Ireland! You don't even have an accent- and neither did Stanley!" the tall male nurse exclaimed incredulously. "Roger!" Sandy exclaimed in outrage. The man drew an angry glare from Tish as well, but Dayshia barely glanced his way. "No, it's ok. I get it. It was weird f
Roger sent a troubled look back in the direction of the living room and shook his head in frustration. Even he couldn't put the finger on why he was so agitated. "Something isn't right about him. He's- he's too much like Stanley. They grew up apart, in different states even, completely different environments, yet I'd swear they grew up together." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Maybe it's just too soon."Sandy pulled the big guy into a fierce hug, and Roger returned it. He kissed the top of her head and got a face full of hair in return. He gently pushed her back and rubbed his tingling face. "You need to invest in a humidifier and better conditioner for your clingy hair!"She snorted gently and gave him a little push.He turned serious again. "I want you to be careful around him. We don't know his true agenda. Not really. He's too sexy."Sandy's eyes widened. "Sexy?"Roger scowled. "Handsome. Good looking- Oh fuck it, you know what I mean!" he finished with a
"Should we make a reservation?" he asked. Sandy was already dialing and smiled at them as she listened to it ring. They listened as she successfully booked them the last table for four with a promise to be there in five minutes. Once she hung up, they scrambled to their feet and rushed out of the condo. They took the elevator down and rushed outside. The night was beautiful, and they fast walked up the street and over one block to the small, single-story building. Sandy got them inside and seated at their reserved table in the back corner moments later. Henry sat with his back to the wall with Sandy seated next to him. Tish took the seat across from him, and Dayshia was next to her. Menus were handed out, and the waiter was delighted when they immediately began to order dish after dish. They ordered drinks as well. Tish looked at Henry's curious expression. "Do you drink?" she asked "I've had wine before," he admitted. "Let me order for you," she said, and he nodded. She gave him
Feeling a little unbalanced, Henry grabbed the edge of the table with his right hand catching Tish's under his as he reached his left into the mass of blond hair that was about to surge upwards in anger."I had sex with Marisaaaaaaahhh..." Sandy blurted before her head snapped back in bliss. The shock traveled through the circle, engulfing them all in the cascade of sensation as Sandy's hair wound itself around Henry's forearm. His, Dayshia's, and Tish's heads all mirrored Sandy's movements precisely as their nervous systems synchronized for that brief instant.Unbidden, an image flashed into Henry's mind. Marisa's lovely face smiling wickedly at him/Sandy from between his/Sandy's thighs. This time, however, the image was accompanied by the oddest and most exquisite sensation of the ravishing blonde teasing his/Sandy's clit until he/Sandy came explosively. His mind filled with a wonderfully intense glow, then he felt himself coming back to his body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw D
Sandy, experiencing tingles of her own, picked up his keys and turned to unlock his door as Dayshia moved to help Henry straighten up to get him through the door. Tish didn't trust herself to touch him again. Henry felt Dayshia's soft body pressing against his and is lust flared once more. He turned in her arms and found her mouth with his. Her tongue thrust into his mouth as her hands slipped down to squeeze his ass. She moaned softly when she felt something large and hard pressing against her intimate parts as he sensually sucked on her tongue. "DAYSHIA!" Her mind snapped back to reality, and she moved her hands to his chest to push back. She felt his gentle resistance, but finally, he leaned back from her and swayed on his feet. She looked down and saw he was showing against his pants and her eyes widened. "Henry, you need to drink some water then go to bed," Sandy said softly as she bit her lip. He nodded and tried to clear his mind which felt like a forest fire was raging wi
Two men in hazmat suits rushed to Edmund and lifted him by his arms to drag him to a decontamination suite. They stood under a spray on the way in then, once inside, they got his suit off and went to work spraying him down. One ran a Geiger counter over him then pointed it to the wicked looking burns on his face. It remained relatively silent. The men looked at each other and sagged with relief. "Thank god!" Heller said. Arnd, one of the day-shift control center technicians, looked closer at the burns. "They're fading!" "What?" Heller said as he leaned closer to catch the last of the terrible burn marks dissipate. Edmund's slightly pocked skin looked as normal as it had been. "What's going on in there?" Karl's voice boomed through the intercom. "Edmund's burns are gone!" Heller said. "Gone? What do you mean gone! How bad were they?" Karl asked. Heller and Arnd looked at each other. "The entire left side of his face looked like it was going to peel off. Now it's- fine," Arnd a