By Bernie

Sara Pezinni sat at her desk typing into her computer, the low humming sound of the machine the only thing keeping silence out of her ears.  Sara sighed, crossing her legs to try to ease her discomfort, she had been there all evening and she was tired.  The beautiful police officer, clad in a pair of tight blue jeans with a white t-shirt and red henley sweater enveloping her torso, leaned back in her uncomfortable chair and tossed her head back, her long, flowing brown locks spilling over the back of her seat like a serene waterfall.  Sara sighed yet again, and checked her watch.  It was still another hour before her shift was over, and she still had a fair amount of paperwork to finish.  Sara soughed in weariness and pulled herself back up to face the PC.   Pushing a strand of long, brown hair out of her face, she looked at the screen and typed.  "God," she thought to herself as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard, "who would have thought I'd spend my nights like this?" Sara's eyes glanced up from the screen to a small framed picture sitting atop the glowing box, one of her and two other women, Lara Croft and Aspen Matthews.  A smile formed across Sara's plush lips as she looked at the picture, her fingers resting still on the keyboard.  Aspen and Lara were Sara's lovers, who would often meet and engage in their hedonistic pleasures for hours in hot lesbian sex.  Recently, they had been joined by Caitlin Fairchild, with whom they enjoyed her an entire, steamy night.  Sara liked Caitlin, although she didn't know her too well, she found her ravishingly beautiful and extremely erotic.  Sara had more of an emotional connection to Lara Croft, but also loved her in a fleshly way.  Aspen and Sara shared a special relationship that was born out of an experience they had on a desert island alone.  Perhaps it was because of the generally playful way Aspen had sex with Sara, or because of an intense mutual bond, Sara did not know.  When Aspen and her got together, they almost became beasts rather than women.  Sara looked at her wrist, her witchblade weapon currently reduced to a watch.  "Sara, you busy?" said a voice.

Sara jumped at the sound and almost fell over in her chair when she realized who it was.  "God, you shouldn't scare me like that."  It was Ernie, a veteran detective.  The grey-haired black man smiled apologetically, "Sorry, didn't think you were in the middle of something."

"It's okay Ernie.  What's up?"

"Chief wants to see you.  That's all."

"Okay." said Sara, as she saved her work and closed her computer.

"So where is this anyway?" asked Sara to the chief.

"The party is supposedly here." Chief Johnson replied, sliding a piece of paper across his desk to Sara.  Sara picked it up and read it, it was an address to a large, upscale house in Manhattan.  "We don't know for sure, but Detective Reaves here thinks it's worth checking out." said the chief, pointing behind Sara.

Sara turned around and saw a man standing in the doorway, dressed in an expensive-looking armani.  He had dark black hair that was about shoulder length, tucked securely behind his ears.  His face was somewhat pointed, but still well shaped and finely-chisled, with prominent cheekbones and a healthy skin tone.  Sara found him very attractive.  "Detective." she said, rising and extending her hand, trying to keep her composure.  "I'm Sara Pezinni.  The chief tells me you want to work with me on this case."

Detective Reaves took her hand gently and kissed it.  Sara blushed lightly, hoping no one noticed.  "Yes.  Detective Pezinni, I'm Nick Reaves.  I've been working on this case for a number of years.  I believe that a supernatural cult is boarded up in this mansion your chief told you about.  I've never had any solid proof though, and no chances to investigate legally.  However, tomorrow night there is a formal ball being held there.  Anyone is welcome."

"I see." said Sara, her tone beginning to fluster as she realized, and anticipated, what her role in this case would be.  "But what would my role be?"

"I've read your history, you have some experience in cases with seemingly supernatural causes, am I correct?"

"Y-yes.  You might say that." replied Sara, glancing at the witchblade on her wrist.

"Your expertise may prove useful.  Also, the ball has a rule that you must bring a date."

"I see.  I suppose that be me." said Sara awkwardly, her face blushing again.  Reaves noticed her rosy cheeks and smirked.  "Yes." the detective replied.  "We leave ASAP.  Bring a nice dress, and I'll pick you up."

On the night of the ball, Sara sat in Reaves car nervously.  Her gorgeous body was encased in a black, strapless dress that reached down to the middle of her calves, but had a slit running alone the side, revealing almost all of her long leg.  Sara's face was painted and her hair was freshly washed, enhancing her angelic beauty.  Truly, she was a sight to behold.  Sara, however, fidgeted with her small purse and sat silently beside Reaves, who concentrated on driving.  Sara felt somewhat of an attraction to this man, but she did not want to pursue him and cause friction between her and Aspen.  When Sara started seeing Lara, it almost drove them apart.  She knew that if she was to start going out with Reaves, Aspen would leave her forever.

"We're here." said Reaves, startling Sara with the sudden outburst.  "I'm sorry," he said apologetically as he noticed Sara jump, "was I interrupting something?"

"No, nothing at all." said Sara awkwardly.  "Let's go."

Once inside the hall, Sara and Reaves walked arm in arm like every other couple did.  Sara looked around the massive ballroom, people everywhere were talking, dancing and drinking, while a live symphony played melodious music that echoed throughout the dance floor.  Sara looked at Reaves, who looked as stunning as she did, clad in a sharp tuxedo.  Sara gripped his arm tighter, discovering how firm his muscles were.  "Keep your eyes open." he muttered as he scanned the room.

Sara and Reaves walked over to the bar, where Reaves ordered two drinks.  The old man tending them prepared two glasses and filled them with a blue liquid.

"Never seen this before." said Sara as she took the glass.

"It's my favorite." said Reaves, taking the glass to his lips.

Both cops drank up the blue liquid, Sara feeling it burn slightly in her mouth and down her throat.  All in all, it tasted good, if not a bit strong.  "Not bad." she said, embarrassed that she already felt warm.

Reaves noticed her skin turning rose, and smiled.  "Can't take the alcohol huh?" he said.  "Would you like to dance?"

Sara accepted and was instantly led to the floor, where Reaves faced her and placed his hand on her round hip, right above the slit of her dress.  Sara was surprised he would place his hand there, but did not object to it.  After Sara put her hand on Reave's hip, they began dancing, their bodies gliding in rhythm to the soft music.  Reaves hand stayed fixed on Sara's hip, which gyrated melodiously in their dance.  Sara felt Reaves squeeze her hand a little bit tighter, and his body moved closer to hers.  Now, the two were so close, they could feel each other's breath.  Sara began to feel woozy, her skin continuing to grow hot.  Sara tried to tell Reaves she had to sit down, but she couldn't move her lips.  Reaves suddenly pulled her body against his and dipped her.  Sara felt his crotch press against her leg, he wasn't aroused by her, but she definetly was by him.  Her panties were already moist with sweat, but her love juices were just about ready to burst.  Slowly, he raised Sara back up and turned her body around so her back was against him.  Reaves gripped her sides and gyrated her body in sync with his own.  Sara gasped and closed her eyes to mere slits, sweat covering her body, causing her dress to cling to her every curve.  Sara felt Reaves press his hands harder into her torso, his fingers now touching her directly over her burning pussy.  Sara rolled her crotch sensuously in sync with her captor, grinding her ass against his cock.  Sara felt Reaves hot breath on the back of her neck and tilted her head sideways to reveal her creamy flesh to him.  Reaves placed his chin against her bare shoulder, causing Sara to gasp in surprise and excitement, her panties growing moist with juices.  Sara's legs began to tremble, she felt a warm river of sexual fluids beginning to flow down her thigh, and she hooked one of them against Reaves for support.  The horny burnette lifted her arm and held it against Reaves while she placed her other hand on top of Reaves hands, which were now folded across her stomach.  Their bodies were now tangled together in a sensual web of flesh, all while they undulated against each other to the melodious music.

The music ended, and the rest of the dancers applauded the symphony for putting on a great show.  Sara and Reaves continued dancing, Sara completely unaware of the music having stopped.  Sara turned her head towards Reaves, where his chin still rested on her shoulder.  Sara's plush lips were less than an inch away from his, and she felt an insane need to kiss him.  Just as she was about to do so, his erotic gyrations stopped, and he suddenly let go of Sara.  Sara looked at him for a moment, confused and still needful of his touch.  "I don't think there's anything going on tonight." the detective said.  "I must've been wasting my time with all this supernatural garbage.  Boy, what a waste.  I'm sorry to have dragged you out here detective."

Sara stood silent for a moment before uttering, "No..no problem."

"May I at least offer you a ride home?" Reaves offered.

"Yes. Please." said Sara.

Reaves drove Sara home and being a gentleman, escorted her up to her apartment, with Sara quaking nervously the entire time.  "Here we are." Reaves said as they stopped at her door.  "Have a good night detective.  Once again I apologize for wasting your time."

As Reaves began to leave, Sara frantically gripped the man's wrist.  Nick turned slowly to face Sara, who had a hungry look in her eyes as she opened her door and motioned with her head for the detective to come in.  Nick smiled and accepted her invitation.

Reaves stepped into the dark apartment, the only light from the hallway behind him was suddenly extinguished as Sara slammed and locked the door.  Sara hurriedly discarded her keys on a side table and embraced Nick to smother his lips in a desperate kiss.  Sara panted as she snaked her tongue inside Nick's mouth, entwining lewdly with his.  Sara wrapped her arms tightly around Nick, her hands darting frantically around his back to feel his muscular torso.  Sara hooked her leg around Nick's hip, their crotches now pressing hard against each others, separated only by their clothing.  Nick grabbed Sara's hips and lifted her off her feet, Sara wrapping her other creamy thigh around him.  A loud tearing sound filled the room for a split second as the slit in Sara's dress grew longer from the stress.  Nick pulled her crotch harder against his, his prick growing hard against his pants.  Sara felt his erection growing and tried to tell him to go to the bedroom, but she was breathing so hard she could only gasp with intense arousal.  Nick pressed her against the wall, breaking off her kiss as he began removing his jacket.  Sara helped by trying to remove his tie in a frenetic attempt that proved useless, as her hands were too shaky with lust.  Nick undid his tie within a second, followed by his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.  Sara drooled lustfully at the sight of him, her pussy growing hot and moist in anticipation.  Nick gripped the material of Sara's dress right at her breasts, and yanked it off forcefully, ripping the expensive material off.  Sara gasped at Nick's forceful tug, her mind too clouded with rapture to realize he had just ruined her gown.  Sara was now naked from the waist up, her perfect tits bouncing freely with their nipples erect.  All Sara had on now was her garter belt to hold up her pantyhose, and her white panties, now soaked with juices.

Nick grabbed Sara's slender waist and whisked her away through the halls and into her bedroom, where he dropped her scantily clad body atop the bed.  Nick gabbed Sara's garter belt, and with a yank snapped the garment away.  Nick removed Sara's stockings with the same lustful enthusiasm, leaving her apartment littered with ripped shreds of clothing.  Finally, Nick pulled off her panties, tearing the soaked fabric and tossing them away, leaving her juicy snatch bared to him.  Sara writhed sensuously on the bed, licking her lips seductively to Nick as she spread her legs apart.  Nick pulled down his pants and underwear, letting his erect cock spring free.  Without a pause, Nick crawled on top of Sara and thrust into her, filling her fuck canal with his meat.  Sara grunted, her body already being rocked by Nick's love thrusts.  Sara wrapped her long legs around Nick's body, squeezing his torso and forcing more of him into her.  Sara bucked and thrusted her crotch in rhythm to Nick's humping motions, his cock deeply embedded in her belly.  Nick bent over and sucked on her bouncing tits, her throbbing nipples erupting with pleasure as Nick worked his wet tongue across them one by one.  Sara shuddered, her arms weakly going above her head in submission.  Nick ate into her bosom, licking the valley between her quaking breasts and drinking her sweet perspiration with vigor that was surpassed only by his fucks.  Sara panted loudly and her back arched up and down in rhythmic spasms as she felt a climax about to erupt, Nick's man meat expanding within her rapidly.  Loud pleasure gasps echoed through the room as Sara orgasmed, screaming in blissful agony as Nick's hot seed flowed into her unprotected womb.

Nick grunted as he ejaculated within Sara, filling her with his seed.  As soon as he was done, he rolled Sara and himself over so that he was on his back, and Sara, her vulva still clasping around his penis, was now on top.  Her lithe, slender body gleamed with sweat and her skin burned hot with lust.  Nick groaned softly, and reached up to squeeze Sara's full breasts.  Sara smiled, placing her hands on top of Nick and guiding his fondling hands over her tits.  Sara bit her lip and grunted as she began pumping ferociously on Nick's cock.  Sara moaned deeply as she felt more of his meat drill itself into her belly, her body wobbling weakly with endless desire.  Nick slammed his crotch upward, impaling Sara deeper onto his thick shaft.  Sara slid up and down Nick's pole like a piston as her body fell and rose limply from Nick's powerful pushes.

"UGGGGHHHH!!" she groaned as her body bucked wildly with pleasure spasms.  Sara's luscious ass grinded onto Nick's crotch, her cheeks slapping loudly against his strong legs while her back undulated like a wave, sending her thick brown locks into a wild flurry.  Sara leaned herself against Nick's hands, still firmly cupped around her tits, restricting their movement and denying them the freedom to flop in rhythm to her body.

Nick intensified his thrusts, until his cock was embedded so deep into Sara's warm cunt that her sweaty brown pubic bush rubbed lustfully against his crotch.  Nick finally let go of Sara's tits, watching as the twin globes were unleashed and jiggled wildly.  Sweat slid down the luscious mounds and either dripped down her hardened nipples or went flying with their erotic flopping.  Sara continually gasped and shuddered, her lungs and pussy burning with lewd heat.  Nick pulled Sara against his torso and drank the sweet perspiration off her nipples, sucking on the flesh mammaries afterward.  Sara wrapped her arms around Nick's torso, her ass trembling and bouncing erotically as she continued driving her slit onto his penis.  Nick reached down over Sara's tight buttocks and gripped her smooth haunches only to drive them down against his pumping cock, pushing himself even deeper into Sara's hungry clit.

The two police officers writhed and gasped their sweaty bodies against each other for a blissful eternity, their minds flooded with ecstacy, until Nick grunted with a climax, ejaculating another load into Sara's devouring cunt.  Sara climaxed as well, shuddering as warm honey poured from her vagina like a raging river, coating Reave's prick and crotch and staining the sweaty sheets beneath them.  Sara fell atop Nick, her soft tits pressed acutely against his chest while she panted loudly for breath.  Nick grabbed Sara's tangled locks and lifted her head gently.  "I'm not done," he said through panting breath.

Nick forced himself up and pushed Sara off his dick, her clit gushing with unrestrained juices as his meat suddenly emptied from her fucktunnel.  Nick pushed Sara onto her stomach and raised her ass into the air.  "I'm going to fuck you up the ass." he said with a grin.

"Mmm...yes..." Sara moaned, her face covered with her hair.  Nick took a deep breath and shoved his still erect cock into her asshole, going into a regular humping pattern immediately.  Sara screamed in pain and pleasure, pumping her body in time with Nick as he fucked her asshole. She liked the feel of his cock as it dove in and out of her repeatedly, while Nick's strong hands held her asscheeks wide open.  Nick moved his hands off her buttocks, the fleshy melons clasping tightly around his pumping meat as he did so.  As he continued sodomizing Sara, he leaned his torso against her back, and reached under her to grab her tits, which laid smothered against the bed by her weight.

"Yes..." Sara moaned, gyrating her neck blissfully as Nick ignited her tits with pleasure, her ass continuing to wiggle in sync with his crotch.  Sara's lovely body began shaking as her rectal muscles closed tightly around Nick's meat pole.  Sara weakly gripped the bedsheet as a brace, knowing that it would offer little support for her climax, but she didn't care.  Sara's rectum quivered and burned until finally Nick came in her ass, his sperm flowing into her like hot lava.  Sara screamed as she orgasmed, honey spewing out of her clit to stain her quivering thighs, the wonderful, erotic pain of Nick's semen up her ass flooding her brain with bliss.  Sara shuddered hoarsely for several moments and fell unconscious, her sex-soaked body lying peacefully beneath Nick as his cock emptied itself up her rectum.

The next morning, Nick answered the door to Sara's apartment while the naked woman continued to sleep, and the bartender who served Sara and him drinks at the ball entered.  "Greeting Master Reaver." said the man, bowing respectfully.  "How was your night with the woman."

Nick Reavers shook his head and instantly his features changed into Reaver, the demon elder who was one of the fathers of Caitlin Fairchild's now deceased demon spawn.  Acknowledging his servant, he smiled and said, "She was beyond words.  Incredible would not begin to describe her.  As if the demon lords of hell had forged her just for my own pleasures."

"Then, shall we proceed as planned?"

"Yes." said Reaver, his smile turning into a sinister grin.

THE END

Author's Note:
Okay folks, here is the prelude to the most anticipated story of the year.  (Or at least as far as I know).  Have I pulled a George Lucas (i.e. disappointed many of you with all the hype) or have I pulled a...a...ummm...opposite of a George Lucas?
Ugh.  Just let me know how much you liked or hated it.  Look for the next chapter soon.

Later everyone
Bernie