By Bernie

"So where are they?" asked Aspen as she paced impatiently around the bed.

"High in the sky above the Atlantic." Jean replied casually, her body lounging on the soft sheets, her wrists now free of the handcuffs that had previously bound her.

"Be more specific." Aspen demanded angrily.

Jean looked up at Aspen, whose face was marked with cold, evil stare.  The psychic smiled, and transmitted the exact coordinates to Aspen's brain.  Aspen was initially shocked at the sudden fact entering her brain, it's feel similar to a figure she had studied and memorized, but she knew she had never gazed upon the numbers in any form before.  "Okay." said Aspen in a calm voice.  "I guess that is that."

"If you're going there, I'm going too." said Jean.

"Oh no.  No no no.  We are not taking you."

"Master will be there."

"Fuck the master." snapped Aspen venomously, ignoring the possible meaning of Jean's sentence.

"Ooohhh...I'd love to." Jean replied, a smile forming across her lovely face.

"You are so fucking pathetic." Aspen snapped.  "Don't you have any self respect left?!"

"Sure I do.  I've also just recognized my role in this world."  answered Jean.

Aspen scoffed at the redhead, choosing not to ask her to elaborate.  Lara Croft suddenly entered the room, her hair tussled and her body smelling of sweat, wearing only a skimpy black latex dress.  "Where were you?" Aspen asked Lara.

Lara smiled, a confident grin on her mouth as she replied, "Just had to go check out the hotel bar.  Heard it was fabulous late at night."

Aspen noticed the smears of black lipstick over Lara's mouth.  "Did you pick up a guy?" she asked as she pointed to the British woman's plush mouth.

The archaeologist giggled at Aspen's inquiry, "No.  Not at all.  Just a little too much drinking."

Aspen nodded warily, still suspicious but she decided more pressing matters were at hand.  "Well, I know where Sara is.  I think we should go ASAP."

***

Reaver stalked through the hallways, his eyes and ears alert for any sign of his missing demonic vessel.  "Where are you Sara?" he sang casually into the halls.  "Come back to me."

"Come back to me."  The devil's words echoed through Sara's brain.  She clutched her aching stomach as she leaned back against the wall, she still felt a longing for Reaver's touch.  The vibrations of his voice burned into her mind, while her pussy seemed to tingle, as if singing in response to his calls.  The detective knew it was something he did to her.  She felt an unnatural need for him, she wanted him, even though she also wanted to kill him.  The burnette gritted her teeth as she brandished her clawed hand.  "I'm going to gut you like a fish Reaver." she whispered.  Taking a deep breath, she confidently strolled into the hallways, focusing on the sounds of Reaver's penetrating words.

***

The helicopter rushed through the air, it's pilot, Lara Croft handled the craft with ease despite it's intense speed.  Aspen Matthews and Caitlin Fairchild sat nervously in the seats behind her.  Aspen had her eyes closed and her brow was wrinkled with concentration.  Caitlin turned, staring at the tanned woman as she seemed to grimace in pain.  "What are you doing?" the concerned woman asked.

"I'm trying to use my water powers.  I haven't been able to do it quite as well lately."

"It's because of Sebastien right?"

"Yes." Aspen sighed.  "I...I still can't believe how easily I fell for it."

"Fell for what?"

"I believed him, that he would help me get Sara back, but he didn't.  Instead...he..." Aspen paused, unable to continue recounting the horrific ordeal that Sebastien put her through.  Suddenly, her hands turned transparent, as did her face and body.  She had successfully turned into water.  Caitlin stood in awe, having never seen Aspen's aqueous form.  The sunlight shined through her body, making her look like a goddess as she shimmered brightly.  Aspen turned back to normal, the clear water fading back into solid, golden flesh.  "It worked!" exclaimed Aspen excitedly.  "It seems to work best if I'm under a lot of emotion."

"That's wonderful Aspen, but..." interrupted Caitlin, "but...take a look at yourself."

Aspen looked down and smiled when she saw she was naked, her clothing now a wet pile that slid through her watery form to sit at her feet.  "It's okay." she said.  "My powers did always cause me to lose my clothes."

"Mmm...I don't mind either." purred Caitlin, cupping Aspen's left tit.  She carressed it gently for a moment before leaning forward to kiss Aspen on her smiling lips.

Lara ignored the couple making love in the back seat, cursing herself for being the only one capable of flying.  "I am going to have to teach Caitlin how to fly this thing." she muttered under her breath, remembering how she had to fly while watching Sara and Aspen make love during the last Demon Mother prophecy with Caitlin a while back.  Her pussy grew wet beneath her khaki shorts, while her nipples strained against the light blue cropped tank top she wore.  "Sebastien...." she whispered, her lungs panting with desire.  "Sebastien...Sebastien...I'm going to kill you." she smiled as the thought rang through her head. "I'm finally going to kill you." she chanted repeatedly.

"Sebastien...Sebastien...oh...I'm returning to you." thought Jean Grey as she knelt inside the unmarked crate.  With her mind-reading abilities she could sense Sebastien's powerful demonic aura, she knew he was still alive, and she knew he would be coming on Lara's signal. "Lara is just a whore." she thought.  "She cannot kill you.  You are immortal.  Curse this one life I have, if only I could devote eternity to being your sex slave.  Oh...if only."

***

Reaver turned a corner in his dark labyrinth, and saw the glaring, pregnant form of Sara Pezinni at the other end of the long hall that greeted him.  The demonic man grinned, "Sara, there you are.  Return to me." he whispered.

Sara felt it again, the power of his seductive voice.  Her knees began to tremble as she felt her nipples and pussy throb gently.  She closed her brown eyes and fought it, willing herself to resist.  She hid her hands behind her back, and walked slowly towards him.  "Yes, that's it." Reaver said approvingly.  "Come to me."  The demon man extended his arm warmly towards Sara as she neared him.  Sara formed the bladed hand of the Witchblade behind her back and sliced at Reaver with all the strength she could muster.  Sara rolled to the ground as her quick arm motion caused a painful reaction in her sensitive belly.  The detective cursed, she wasn't even sure if she hit him.  The sudden gasps of shock that filled her ears answered her question.  She turned her head and saw Reaver clutching the stump that was his arm, the rest of it laid on the ground in a pool of blood.  His face was white with shock, having never experienced such pain and humiliation.  "You...you..." he gasped weakly.  "You bitch!" he growled.

The Witchblade wearer got up and quickly swiped at him again, raking across his chest.  Four deep cuts embedded themselves across his torso, each one gushing with black demon blood.  Sara swiped at him again, each successive slash was weaker than the last due to her rapidly depleting energy, and the rapidly increasing pain from her demonic child.  Reaver dodged her most powerful swipes, falling victim to only her weak blows.  Finally, her arm felt like a bar of lead, and Sara didn't have the strength to strike again.  The devil, covered in scratches, smiled as he saw Sara fall to her knees, unable to keep her own body up.  He walked casually towards her, his remaining hand forming claws and his sharp teeth bared with a sinister grin.  Sara knelt before him until the last second, when his arm was raised to strike down on her.  As his arm reached it's height, Sara hoisted her Witchblade gauntlet with her other arm and immense, seething flames exploded from her hand.  Reaver screamed, falling back as Sara arose, her arm continuously spraying burning flames at her captor.  She smiled as she watched him writhe and scream, the smell of his burning flesh filling her nostrils.  Beads of sweat dripped from Sara's body, both from the heat of the blaze and the intense effort of making a constant burn.  "ARRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!" she suddenly screamed, her knees folding and her body collapsing to the ground, the stream of fire she produced extinguished immediately.  Her water had broken, a torrent of vaginal fluids gushed out of her slit relentlessly.  Pain flared through her womb as she massaged it in a futile gesture to ease the suffering.  Her legs kicked and her body shook, an ear-piercing scream erupted from her lips as she experienced her first contraction.  The baby was coming out.

As she flailed helplessly on the ground, ready to give birth, a blackened, burned figure arose in the corner of her eye.  "No..." she moaned between screams, gritting her teeth as the contractions became unbearably painful.  "Oh yes..." the burned Reaver said, his crispened body flaking as he moved.  He grabbed Sara's ankles and dragged her kicking, screaming form back to the main altar room, leaving a trail of blood and womb fluids behind them.

***

The sun began to set over the ocean's horizon, leaving the sky a soft shade of orange.  Lara scanned into the distance with her eyes, looking for anything out of the ordinary.  "Ladies?  I hate to bother you two." she quipped sarcastically.

Caitlin and Aspen looked up, their bodies entwined as they kissed, the tanned woman still naked and groping at Caitlin's body.  "These are exactly the coordinates you told me Aspen, but there's nothing here."

Aspen got up and eagerly joined Lara in the cockpit.  The marine biologist searched the horizon carefully, but to her displeasure, found nothing.  "Oh...oh god." she whispered.  The tanned woman paused solemnly for a moment before punching the passenger seat with a tight fist.  "That bitch lied to me!" Aspen screamed, her voice reverberating through the small vehicle.  "I'm going to kill her!"

Lara's unamused look in her eyes was enough to humble the angry woman.  "I'm sorry Lara.  I don't know what came over me."

"I know, and I understand.  It's just the strength of your love.  All it is."

"You know, those clouds look weird." noticed Caitlin as she peered out the side window.

Lara and Aspen turned in response, and noticed a patch of clouds that stood in the middle of nowhere, nothing but orange sky surrounding them.  "They look almost too perfect." commented Aspen, noticing how perfectly round and uniform their shape was.

"It's worth investigating." said Lara as she turned the helicopter towards it.

The women's vehicle zoomed to the cloud formation quickly, hovering around it for a while before entering it on a whim.  The walls of clouds turned out to be an illusion, as they passed straight into a familiar black pyramid that hovered silently, using the clouds as camoflage.  The three ladies gaped in awe as they saw the majestic structure floating in the air, their chopper made several circles as they observed it, wondering how it managed such a contradiction of physics.  "I'm bringing her down." Lara finally said, a signal to tell her lovers to strap themselves in before landing on the pyramid's flat top.  It was a very difficult landing, the platform was barely able to accomodate the vehicle.  The British woman's flying skills were adequate enough to bring them down in a fairly smooth landing.

"Not bad." complimented Aspen as she unbuckled her naked form and put on some dry clothes.

"Eh...it was adequate." replied Lara.  "Thanks anyway.  But," Lara smiled, "I always like to think I'm a better lover than a pilot."

Aspen sighed, a smile forming across her tender lips.  "How about defending that boast sometime?"

"Bet on it." said Lara with a giggle in her voice.  She quickly shook off the light-heartedness, and sternly addressed the two women. "Okay everyone, listen up.  We're got a woman to rescue and a demon to kill.  Take whatever weapons you can carry, shoot to kill.  If any of you wish to remain here, I'll understand.  Well?"

Aspen and Caitlin looked at each other as Lara put them on the spot.  "I'm going in, no matter what." said Aspen, stepping forward.

Caitlin nodded her head in agreement.  "I love Sara too.  I want to get her back, and, I'm not letting you go in without me Lara."

The British woman smiled, touched at both of their devotions.  "I had a feeling you two wouldn't back down.  Well, arm up, and good luck." she said warmly.  The three women kissed each other on the lips one last time before arming themselves.  Lara covered her slender body in a kevlar vest and black leather pants.  Two Uzis rested in holsters on her thighs, a pumping shotgun on her back, and a pistol that hung on the left side of her torso.  Caitlin dressed in a black body glove, an M-16 slung on her back and two Beretta's on her thighs.  Aspen, wearing black leather head to toe, showed her relative inexperience with firearms as she carried only a pair of pistols she kept on her hips.  The three women climbed down the pyramid's steep slope carefully, down to the doorway in the middle of one side.  One by one they slipped in and faded into the dark tunnels.

As soon as Jean heard the helicopter door's slide shut and lock with a click, she emerged from her box.  She gasped, the relatively fresh air of the helicopter's interior much less irritating on her lungs than the stuffy box.  She slid into a tight body glove and boots she found under the seat, and exited the helicopter.  Concentrating, Jean used her telekinetic powers for the first time in many months, to lower herself safely down to the temple's entrance.  She blindly dove into the dark maze, confident in her ability to guide her way through the confusing web of tunnels.

Lara led the trio of woman cautiously down the corridors, each of them provided a bit of illumination with a flashlight.  Despite their relatively good field of vision, it did little to ease the tension, they were still enclosed in darkness that they knew they could spend their entire lives exploring.  Soon, they emerged from a corridor to find three doors facing them, similar to the first time they ventured to Reaver's temple.  "This looks familiar." Lara observed.

"It's the doors where we split up.  I think." said Caitlin.

"If it is the same doors, then we should..." Aspen began.

"Wait," interrupted Lara, "we don't know if this is the same one."

"Well, I don't know, maybe it is maybe it..." Aspen suddenly stopped talking as she heard a shuffle behind her.

All three women quickly turned, their weapons drawn and aimed at the corridor behind them.  "Show yourself." Lara demanded, shining her light into the tunnel.  Striding confidently into their vision, was the shapely redhead, Jean Grey.

"Oh this is rubbish." sighed Lara.  "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Looking for my master." replied Jean.

"Look Jean," Aspen said impatiently, "Sebastien is dead.  Dead!  You hear me?!"

"That's enough Aspen." Lara interrupted in a curt voice.

"What?  What's the problem with....hey, wait a minute.  Jean, can you search for Sara in this pyramid?"

Jean crossed her arms across her chest, "Yeah, but...what's in it for.."

"For you?" Aspen interrupted angrily.  The marine biologist pressed the barrel of her gun against Jean's chin.  "I don't kill you." she said through gritted teeth.

Jean grimaced uneasily as the cold metal touched her skin, "Alright." she whispered nervously.  "Just put it down."

"Better.  Now, which way?" Aspen said as she holstered her gun.

Jean closed her eyes and touched her temples, rubbing them slightly as she reached out with her telepathic powers.  Her brow furrowed slightly as she expanded her search radius, the dark energies of the temple interferring with her probe.  Finally, after a prolonged scan, she gestured towards the third door.  "That way." she announced.

"Okay Jean, if you come with us and we see Reaver, you stay put.  Got it?" Lara said to the psychic.

"Got it." pouted Jean.

"Good.  Let's go."

***

Harsh, loud screams echoed through the main chamber, all of which originated from Sara Pezinni.  The beautiful brown-haired woman grimaced and writhed with intense pain as contractions ripped through her pregnant body, the demonic offspring of Reaver was preparing to escape the prison of her womb.  Sara's brain throbbed with an intense migrane as she tried to expel the baby, her efforts only directed for the cause of easing the pain.  A black, charred humanoid body stood by her, staring at her dilating slit with intense anticipation and interest.

"Just push a bit more." Reaver smiled, his black lips peeling and cracking as his muscles moved his burned skin.  He frowned at the constant flecks of ashes that rained off his body, snarling at Sara, who was responsible for his condition.  "You could've been my queen." he venomously said through gritted teeth to the Witchblade wearer.  "Instead, I will kill you after the baby is born."

Sara could not gather enough strength to respond, her voice drained she constantly screamed.  Her body gleamed with the sweat of exhaustion, the labor of birth was extremely intensive on the detective, who had never been taught the proper methods of giving birth.  She acted strictly on impulse, which did little to ease the task.

***

The group of women, their ranks now expanded to four with the addition of the telepathic redhead, reluctantly followed their new companion as she guided them through the tunnels.  Jean suddenly stopped, and signalled the others to be silent.  The faintest trace echoes could be heard, almost sounding like, screaming.

"Where's it coming from?" asked Aspen, trying to focus on the sound.

Without saying a word, Jean continued walking.  "Hey!" yelled Lara, who dashed after her.

"Follow me." Jean said as she gained speed.  Lara, Aspen and Caitlin ran after the redhead, unsure of where they were going and not entirely trusting of their guide.  Their nervousness grew deeper as the darkness seemed to further envelop them. The flashlights they held seemed to have less and less an effect as they progressed farther into the tunnels.  Were it not for the increasingly loud screams they heard, they would have given up the chase long ago.  Now, their motivation was stronger than ever, reaching a peak when Aspen suddenly yelled out a horrific realization, "Those are Sara's screams!"

***

Sara's back arched as she pushed, her face grimacing and grunting in pain.  Reaver stared at her lewdly, finding an erotic appeal in her pregnant, naked body quaking with labor induced spasms.  He stroked her smooth left thigh with his burned hand.  "Perhaps you'll serve a purpose as my fucktoy." he snickered.

"Get your hands off her!!" a female voice screamed from behind.  Reaver turned and saw a group of four women at the entrance, three of which he knew, but the fourth, an attractive redhead that stood unarmed, was a stranger to him.  The burned demon faced several gun barrels aimed directly at him, which he dismissed, knowing they were too late to stop his plans.

"You're too late ladies." he said with a grin, revealing his demonic fangs behind his blackened lips.

"Reaver?"  Lara inquired, unsure if it was the devil beneath all the cinders, her Uzis still focused on him nonetheless.

"In the flesh, so to speak." he replied, bowing slightly.  "As you can see," he said as he gestured towards Sara's undulating form, "you're too late."  Sara wailed loudly in pain as he finished his last sentence, accenting the devil's point.

"Sara..." whispered Aspen, averting her eyes as she watched her lover in pain, her scream shattering her ear drums.

"This is perfect.  He's already weak.  Now's the time to call..." Lara thought, "SEBASTIEN!!!" she yelled.

"Sebastien?" Aspen and Caitlin said in unison.  Jean merely cooed, the sound of her master's name made her wet instantly.

Reaver opened his eyes, puzzled as to the meaning of Lara's outburst.  Lara frantically turned her head, scanning the room for the dark man, but every passing second without his presence elevated her anxiety.  "Where the hell are you?!" she yelled finally.

"Right here." came a whisper from behind.

Lara turned and suddenly she was swept up in a harsh embrace.  Sebastien wrapped his arm around her neck while knocking the Uzis out of her hands before twisting her left arm painfully behind her back.  The dark man dove away from the other women, closer to the altar with Sara's naked body, and smiled as Aspen, Caitlin and Jean stood dumbstruck at the incredible speed he accomplished his task in.

The British woman kicked and wriggled in his grip, but the devil merely increased the strength of his hold on her neck, temporarily ceasing her movements.  "Se...se..." Caitlin whimpered in fear.  Jean licked her lips sensuously, her hands roving over her body as she radiated lust for her master.

"Yes Caitlin," the devil said, "I'm not dead."

"How?  How did you...?" Lara grunted, Sebastien's grip on her neck weakening her speech.

"I can't read minds," replied Sebastien, "but, I can sense desires."  The demon man licked the side of Lara's neck slowly as he spoke.  Lara shuddered underneath him, the pressure and speed of his lick was heavenly on her skin.  His hands roved to the burnette's massive tits, his lewd touch was felt even beneath the thick kevlar.  "I sensed your desire, to kill me.  Obviously, you can't defeat me Lara Croft.  I already seduced you.  You are mine."

"No.  Not Lara." gasped Aspen, the image of Lara's strength shattered with the demon's boast.  The marine biologist fought back a scream and pulled out her guns, about to aim them when Caitlin's arm pushed them down.  The tall girl shook her head in disapproval.

"Let Lara go." Caitlin demanded.

"No.  She wants me, can't you tell?" the devil answered, continuing to lick the nape of Lara's neck.  Lara closed her eyes to mere slits, gasping within Sebastien's powerful, licentious hold.  "Tell her Lara, how did it feel when I fucked you?" he asked his captive in a sensual, harsh tone.

Aspen and Caitlin were shocked at the devil's question, their hearts beating as Lara paused before answering.  "So good...." the British woman finally answered submissvely, shattering her lover's spirits.

"Does your pussy crave for me?" Sebastien whispered, letting go of Lara's arm and with his free hand crawled to Lara's crotch.  He massaged her pussy mound through the material of her pants, making her wet instantly with his attentions.

"STOP IT!!" screamed Caitlin, refusing to hear any more of her lover's obedience to the devil.  "I propose a trade.  Lara, for...me." Caitlin slowly offered.

"Huh...no..." whispered Lara through her lust-induced haze.  The devil perked at the sound of the offer, a devilish grin forming across his face.  He immediately dropped Lara to the ground and extended his hand to Caitlin.  The tall girl ran up to him, took it and was instantly pulled against the devil's torso, where he smothered her mouth with his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

"Caitlin no!" Aspen screamed, readying her guns.

"Jean!  Fuck her." Sebastien quickly commanded, resuming his kiss on Caitlin immediately.

"Oh, yes master!" Jean replied in a whisper, running towards Aspen.  The tanned woman turned in time to see Jean bowl her over with a lunge.  Jean smacked away her guns in a wild frenzy, drool forming out of the redhead's mouth as she pinned Aspen down.  She acted more like a wild beast than a woman as she unzipped Aspen's jumpsuit.  The redhead used her mental powers to burrow deep into Aspen's mind, unleashing her desires and breaking her inhibitions.  Aspen felt an indescribable surge of lust flow into her body, her resistance broken as Jean undid Aspen's jumpsuit, releasing her quivering tits.  The redhead ripped her body glove off and shook off her boots, leaving her naked atop Aspen's body.  Jean's hands roved over the tanned woman's curves, her hands diving into her suit to fondle her breasts and cunt.  Aspen laid back, her eyes closed in bliss, a bliss that convinced the tanned woman not to reject the redhead's debauchery.  So she merely quivered softly as Jean fingered her own cunt, psychically transmitting the lust into Aspen's brain.  Jean cooed, leaning her head back and cupping her left breast with her free hand, while her right vigorously borrowed between her labia.  Aspen, overcome with excess lust, fondled her tits roughly with lustful abandon, tweaking and pinching her stiff nipples.  She leaned forward and guided the erect little knobs to her tongue, where she flicked them repeatedly with her wet muscle.  The psychic woman's pelvis rumbled as a climax approached, she exclaimed excitedly, "I'm gonna cum!"  The two women screamed loudly as their cunts erupted with cream, over and over as the voracious redhead mentally raped the dark haired woman, her hands never laying a finger on her.

Lara laid crumpled on the floor, her body too numb with rapture to even move.  She helplessly listened to the chorus of voices echoeing through her ears, Sara's screams, Caitlin's moans, and Aspen and Jean's gasps.

"Let us go now Caitlin." the devil whispered between his harsh kisses.

"No master." the redhead whispered in response.  "Fuck me now.  Now.  I beg you.  I need it."

Sebastien ripped open Caitlin's body glove in one powerful swipe.  Caitlin gasped beneath Sebastien's smothering lips as she undid her bra and panties, her concentration still focused on her master's probing tongue.  Her lips enveloped tightly on his slimy muscle while her tongue was helplessly molested by his powerful flesh.  The redhead wrapped her legs around Sebastien's frame, the devil's roving hands wandering over her body, undoing the shreds of material that covered her torso.  Her guns went to the floor as Sebastien stripped the tall girl desperately, wanting to revel in the sight of her indescribable body.  Caitlin placed her long arms around Sebastien's head and leaned her torso back.  Her tits bouncing free in front of him, Sebastien mauled them with his hands, buring his face and tongue in the deep valley between her orbs.  Caitlin gasped, Sebastien laying down on the ground as Caitlin remained latched on top of him, thrusting her bosom into his face while rubbing her crotch needfully against his pants.  Caitlin finally had enough, and desperately undid his trousers, freeing his erect cock.  The tall girl grabbed it with her hand and guided it to her engorged pussy, rubbing it against her snatch to lubricate it, the stimulation of her vagina caused droplets of honey to form.  With a large gasp Caitlin took the member into her vagina.  Caitlin groaned as it her pussy ignited with intense heat, her limbs tensing with lust.  Sebastien pumped sharply into her, filling her cunt with his thick meat pole.

"Your pussy belongs on me." snarled Sebastien.

"Fuck me harder!  Harder!" Caitlin screamed, her thighs squeezing Sebastien's torso, her hips bucking as she thrust erotically onto her lover's prick.

Caitlin grinded herself harder onto Sebastien's pelvis, his pole inching deeper into her belly.  Caitlin arched her back, her tits shaking as she quivered in ecstacy, her hot mouth wide open and gasping as Sebastien's stiff penis stroked the hot walls of her hungry, contracting vagina.  With a loud scream, Caitlin orgasmed immensely, her hands atop Sebastien's muscular chest as she thrashed with the throes of climax.  The demon's thick, hot seed flowed vigorously into her womb.  She shuddered constantly, her eyes closed with bliss as she panted desperately for air.  Both lover's writhed against each other, their hips grinding into one while Caitlin gyrated her head with rapture, tossing her fiery red locks wildly.  Her massive, luscious tits jiggled with her erotic undulations while she spread her legs apart wider, her vulva clamping around Sebastien's meat like a vice.  Caitlin's torso rocked with erotic rhythm as she felt his seed penetrate her insides, filling her womb with it's warmth and salicious pleasure.  She leaned herself back, continuing to piston her hips against the hot meat inside her while thrusting her breasts skyward.  The redhead raised her long arms above her head as she laid between Sebastien's spread legs, her torso thrashing with bliss and tears flowing down her eyes.

"Thank you master." Caitlin gasped through her quivering lips.  In her leaned back position, she reached for the discarded M-16 behind her.   "I'll miss the sex." she said solemnly before rising back up.  She aimied quickly and emptied her clip into Sebastien's surprised face.  The loud, rattling noise of the assault weapon's fire filled the room with resonating echoes.  Caitlin stared at the devil's face with cold, unyielding eyes as she watched the head of her long-time tormentor explode with bloody craters.

The sounds of a loud, defiant, "NOOOO!!!" from Jean Grey were drowned out by the weapon's growls.  Tears streaked Jean's cheeks as she watched her master die.  Aspen, her mind regaining some of it's ability to focus thanks to Jean's redirected attention, gathered her strength and focused it on her tormentor.  An immense burst of water gushed out of the tanned woman's hands, knocking Jean against the wall as she flew helplessly with it's intense pressure.

"C'mon bitch." Aspen snarled, gathering energy for another blast.

Sebastien's body dissipated beneath Caitlin into nothing, his evil spirit finally destroyed.  The demon's large meatpole faded away while still brushing against her cervix.  The sudden feeling of emptiness in her womb shocked the redhead, but at the same time filled her with a great sense of satisfaction.  She had finally conquered all her demons.

Sara's loud shrieks finally overpowered every sound in the chamber.  Reaver turned and finally saw it, the head of the demon baby oozing from between Sara's legs.  "Yes..." he whispered in triumph.  "Come to me my child."  The Witchblade wearer pushed and grunted, trying desperately to expel her unwanted baby.  Infinite pain racked her brain, Sara thought her head would explode with the effort she was putting into her pushes.  Bit by bit, the baby came out, Caitlin simply stared at Sara with her jaw dropped, while Aspen continued to fight Jean.  Lara still stood on the ground, trying her best to get up but still submitting to the wonderful burning between her legs, that told her to lay down and enjoy the pleasure it radiated.  One more shrill screech echoed through the room, and the baby finally completely emerged from Sara's womb.  Reaver looked at the baby, but instantly frowned as he took a closer look at it, his frown turning to a snarl as seconds passed.

The baby, although roughly humanoid, was clearly deformed.  It's skin was a strange color, flesh with traces of black.  It laid still on the altar between it's mother's legs, twitching and silent, having no mouth or eyes.  It's fingers and toes were not developed, so all it's limbs were merely featureless rods of flesh, with abnormal joints that were not perfectly in the middle.  "This cannot be." Reaver whispered, his eyes wide in shock.  "I...I was wrong.  The....the prophecy didn't work."

"It does work." Caitlin interrupted as she pressed the barrel of her newly reloaded gun against Reaver's head.  "I should know, you just did it the wrong way." she said before pulling the trigger.  One bullet snapped through Reaver's head, piercing through the other side.  His head exploded in a flurry of ashes and meat, and his burned body hit the ground and shattering into charcoal.  His remains laid on the ground for only seconds before fading away into nothing.

Caitlin turned and saw the little lump of flesh that emerged from Sara's uterus.  It had stopped twitching, it looked like it was dead.  The tall redhead however, questioned if it ever was truly alive.  She quickly disregarded it and diverted her attention to it's mother.  Sara laid dormantly on the altar, her body still shivered and was soaked with sweat, her breath coming in short, painful gasps.  "He..help me." the brown haired woman whimpered, trying her best to lift her hand, but could only manage a weak twitch.  Caitlin cradled the naked woman in her arms and surveyed the chamber.  Lara Croft was slowly getting up, the hold Sebastien had on her was fading with the devil's passing, while Aspen was zipping up her leather jumpsuit, her would-be rapist Jean was gone.  "Where's Jean?" Caitlin asked the dark haired woman.

"I don't know." she replied.  "She suddenly had this weird look on her face when she looked at me and she just, suddenly ran off.  It was weird, as if I suddenly scared the hell out of her."

"Are you both okay?" Caitlin asked her lovers as they converged on her.

"I'm okay," croaked Lara, her voice weak.  "I'm a bit dizzy, but okay."

"How about you Aspen?" the tall redhead asked.

"I'm okay, I...actually, I feel good." she said as her face brightened.  "I fought off Jean.  I won.  And...oh Sara!" Aspen suddenly exclaimed as she noticed the slumbering woman in Caitlin's arms.  Aspen dashed up to her, and pulled aside strands of sweat-soaked brown hair to reveal her face.  "Sara?  Are you okay?" she whispered.  Sara fluttered her eyes open, and when she saw the tanned woman's beautiful features staring at her with such pure concern, a weak smile appeared on her soft lips.  "Aspen..." she whispered, before dozing off.

"I think it's time to go home."  Caitlin said.

***

As the helicopter elevated off the top of the pyramid, Caitlin looked down beneath them and instantly it vanished, even the clouds beneath the structure dissipated, leaving the night sky completely clear, nothing but the full moon prevented a total, uninterrupted darkness.  "So Lara...." Caitlin asked the woman piloting the chopper.  "What was your deal with Sebastien?" she nervously inquired.

Lara closed her eyes for a moment and sighed.  "When I was jogging, he assaulted me and seduced me.  But, I kept thinking how I could use him, so, I planned to make him appear at the temple, take out Reaver, and then I would kill him.  He told me he was after Reaver's power, and all of us as slaves."

"But, he knew that you were going to kill him.  Why didn't he kill you first?"

"I think it's because he wanted to embarrass me.  He wanted to humble me, in front of all of you.  I admit, I was arrogant.  I never felt I could fall for any man's seductions.  But he wanted to show you all that I could become somebody's bitch.  Truth was, I was already humbled.  I fell victim to my urges.  I know exactly what you meant when you said how you loved being his slave, but hated him.  Remember after we all made love to Jean?"

"Yes." Caitlin said as she nodded.

"After that, I...I went to his hotel room."

"He was in the same hotel as us?!"

"Yes.  I dressed like a whore and I let him treat me like a whore.  But...I wanted to do it.  It wasn't because I was under his control.  I...I loved calling him master, having him molest and rape me.  Oh God Caitlin," Lara began to sob, "I...I don't know if I can ever look at myself the same way."

Caitlin hugged her lover gently, being careful not to disrupt her flying.  "It's okay Lara.  To me, you're still, and always will be, the strongest woman I know."

"How?  I...I feel like how Aspen felt.  I wanted to become his slut, I wanted to go to the whorehell.  What was wrong with me?!"

"You used his weakness, you tried to exploit it to kill him." replied Caitlin.  "That's not a weakness that it didn't work.  You tried, you kept focused on your goal.  That, I think, is what shows how strong you are."

Lara sniffed, wiping tears out of her eye.  Caitlin rubbed away a tear that dripped on her lover's cheek, and kissed her gently.  The tomb raider smiled, "You know Caitlin, you're pretty strong too."

"Thanks." she said with a warm smile on her face.

***

Lara Croft laid back in her lounge chair, her slender body clad in a skimpy red bikini.  Sara Pezinni laid in a lounge chair beside her, wearing a blue bikini brief and a very thin blue tube top, one that barely concealed her nipples.  The two women relaxed in Lara Croft's indoor pool room, the sun shining through the massive skylight above them.  The room was silent except for the loud splashes that occasionally filled the air.  Aspen Matthews and Caitlin Fairchild were swimming in the massive pool, each of the beautiful women wore suits that left little to the imagination.  Aspen burst from beneath the surface, tossing her head back as she jumped out of the water.  She wore a white bikini with an open front, the one she originally planned to wear with Sara during their vacation, which never happened.

Aspen's attire, coupled by the desirable look of her wet body, caught Sara's eye.  "Looking good there sexy." she said with a smile, taking off her sunglasses and standing up.

"Thanks." Aspen replied.

The detective dove into the water and swam up to Aspen, embracing her in the water before kissing her needfully.  She forcibly guided her to the side of the pool, where Aspen propped her arms behind her to keep herself afloat.  "I...I bought this suit for our vacation." Aspen whispered after the kiss was over.

"You look so sexy." whispered Sara in response.  "Looking at you makes my cunt so hot."

Aspen panted within Sara's arms, her tits heaved within the tight confines of the open bikini.  Sara stared at the visible cleavage longingly, before resting her face against it.

Caitlin saw Aspen and Sara's embrace in the water, and smiled, the redhead was happy that the couple was back together.  She swam up to Lara, emerging from the water like a goddess.  Her tall, brazenly voluptuous figure dripped with water from her every curve, catching Lara's attention.  "Mmm...do that again." the British woman snickered, Caitlin's body a feast for the eyes.

The redhead smirked, sighing at Lara's light-heartedness.  The redhead knelt at Lara's side, leaning against her lover's bosom and carressing it with her hands while Lara put her arm around Caitlin's torso.  The two lovers watched Aspen and Sara kiss and fondle each other in the water.  "Look at them." sighed Caitlin.  "Isn't it wonderful."

"Yes.  I'm glad they're back.  They were made for each other."

"Just like us." said Caitlin before kissing Lara on the lips.  They sucked on each other's lips for a few moments, until they separated and stared at each other, newly formed lust glazed across each other's eyes.

"Sara!  Aspen!" Lara bellowed after regaining her breath.  "Upstairs!  NOW!!"

The four women eagerly ran upstairs to Lara's master bedroom, where a large, four poster bed laid before them.  Silk sheets and cushions covered the mattress, with no blankets in sight.  It was clear what Lara's intentions for the furniture was.  Lara excitedly locked the door behind her as her three lovers dove onto the bed, the British woman diving after them immediately, not wanting to miss a moment of the carnal pleasures.

Swimsuits went flying through the air as the women stripped each other, tits exploded from tight confines and musky cunt aromas wafted through the air.  Caitlin, who stripped Sara Pezinni, kissed the brown-haired woman on the lips.  Sara closed her eyes, the overpowering scent of four women's crotches made her dizzy with arousal.  She kissed back feverishly, licking Caitlin's wet tongue with hers, while letting the redhead push past her slack lips.  Their soft muscles entwined lewdly into one, melding together with the heat of their mouths.

Lara and Aspen worked on each other.  The two naked women kissed and fondled each other with brazen excitement.  Aspen leaned back against the headboard and raised her arms, interlocking them behind her head.  Lara licked down Aspen's neck, moving across her shoulders and licked her smooth armpit while her right hand fondled Aspen's breasts.  With her eyes shut with ecstacy, Aspen leaned her head back, moaning as Lara gently pinched her nipples and fastened her lips on her right tit.  The British woman moved her head down and rubbed her nose against Aspen's crotch, her mouth pressed gently against the dark patch of hair between her legs.  Lara inhaled in Aspen's thick musky scent before eagerly thrusting her mouth into the tanned woman's glistening pussy.  Aspen groaned sharply, her spit covered nipples stiff as Lara sucked on her labia, tugging and licking her tender flesh petals with her lips.

"Hhh..fuck my pussy bitch." Aspen moaned.

"Hmmm..." Lara mumbled through her mouthful of cunt, "so sweet."

Caitlin Fairchild saw the moaning, blissful expression on Aspen's face, her mouth seeming to long for something to fill it.  Caitlin crawled over to her lover and stepped over Lara, who remained stationed between Aspen's long legs.  Caitlin offered her pussy to Aspen, who bent forward immediately to lick her honey slick cunt.  The redhead purred as Aspen slowly shoved her tongue into her vagina, the dark haired woman licked her engorged walls with relish.  The voracious redhead pumped herself in rhythm to Aspen's tongue-fucks, desperately humping her lover's face.

"Make me cum...oh please...make me gush!" Caitlin begged.

The burnette between Aspen's thighs continued lapping at her hot clit, her tongue caressing and fondling her fuckhole until Aspen groaned into the snatch in her mouth.  A fresh gush of honey escaped out of her slit, Aspen shuddering as she felt Lara's powerful sucking motions on her labia.  Aspen moved her head back and forth, pumping her tongue into Caitlin's pussy, her nose buried in her lover's red pubic hair.

Caitlin panted heavily, her hips rocked and her tits heaved as her orgasm approached.  She grasped Aspen's head with both hands, her fingers dug deep into her thick black hair as she came, shuddering as her cunt exploded with honey, splattering across her lover's face and mouth.

As Caitlin struggled to fill her burning lungs with air, Lara finished licking the insides of Aspen's smooth, bare thighs and leaned her head up to lick Caitlin's pussy.  "Oh yes..." the redhead panted, ready and willing for another sweet climax as Lara plunged her tongue between her fleshy petals.  Caitlin's body quaked with bliss as she felt her lover's probe snake through her fucktunnel, reaching for her cervix and carressing her inner walls intimately.  Long, loud moans of sweet ecstacy escaped Caitlin's lips and her hips grinded down desperately onto Lara's face.  Lara reached up with her hands and fondled Caitlin's buttocks, slapping them playfully, causing the redhead to scream.  Caitlin bit her lip and held onto the headboard in front of her, her knees finally gave away to her weakening body and she fell slowly to the bed.  Lara's lips latched firmly onto her lover's genitals, continuing to suck exictedly as her body shifted.  Caitlin rolled onto her back and gripped the headboard above her for support, her body twitching as she felt the ravenous heat spread from her pussy.

Sara Pezinni moved around Lara to press her body against Aspen, who still leaned back against the headboard, her mouth stained with Caitlin's juices.  Sara gave Aspen a wet french kiss, shoving her tongue into her mouth, rolling it around as she gathered love honey off her lips and teeth.  Aspen adorned Sara's hot face and neck with her hard kisses, the police woman moaning as the tanned woman against her moved her right hand to the burnette's twat.  She rubbed the brown-haired snatch slowly, increasing her tempo and intimacy of her rubs as it slowly secreted honey onto her digits.  Sara groaned, writhing against Aspen and pumping her crotch onto her hand.  Aspen slipped a delicate finger deep between her dripping folds, eliciting a loud, lustful moan from Sara's lips.  The two beautiful women frenched again with desperate need, Sara fondling her lover's naked tits as she molested Aspen's tongue with hers.  Aspen moaned into Sara's mouth, her nipples hardening against Sara's palms as the burnette squeezed her buxom mammaries.  Aspen slipped another long finger into Sara's void, causing Sara to thrash with ecstacy, her hips pumping onto Aspen's fingers like a powerful piston.

The bedroom filled with screams as Caitlin and Sara orgasmed in tandem, the juices of their vaginas gushed through the canal between their fleshy petals.  Caitlin's honey filled Lara's already cum-drenched mouth, excess juices flowed down her chin and breasts as she drank the delicious fluid voraciously, Caitlin moaning beneath her as she gripped the headboard firmly with her pleasure spasms.  Sara quivered as a torrent of her juices sprayed out of her vulva, staining the silk sheets beneath her.  Aspen collected a handful of cum and splashed it against her tits, rubbing the viscous juices into her skin and nipples.  Sara dove into her lover's bosom, licking her own honey off Aspen's golden tits.  She fastened her lips around Aspen's stiff left nipple and sucked on the honey-slick knob, revelling in the combined flavor of cum and sweat.  Aspen groaned in submission, licking her cum-stained hand savoringly while wrapping her legs around Sara's thighs.  Their cunts pressed against each other, sending heat into their womanhoods as they rubbed wetly together.  Aspen cooed softly as their hot bodies leaned against each other, and then gasped sharply with a light scream as she felt something spear her pussy.  Sara's Witchblade stabbed into the tanned woman's crotch, Sara gasping as she began humping Aspen with the newly formed strap-on.  Aspen moaned weakly beneath her lover, embracing her tightly as she thrusted in sync to her lover's motions, her teeth gritting as her love tunnel was packed tightly.  Her orgasm came quickly and fiercely, her scream smothered by Sara's lips as they kissed each other again.

Lara disconnected herself from Caitlin's heady cunt, and slinked over to Sara's bobbing ass.  She pressed her hands against Sara's tight cheeks and licked her hungrily as her hands molested her ass.  Caitlin crawled behind Lara and hugged her from behind, squeezing her left tit and kissing her wetly on the neck.  Lara leaned her head sideways as Caitlin gave her a hickey, rolling her crotch in sync with Caitlin's as their hips thrusted in an erotic dance.  The redhead's hands fondled Lara's majestic body, roving over her firm stomach and soft tits.  Lara turned around and kissed her lover passionately, leaning back to offer her breasts to Caitlin's eager mouth.  The British woman laid back on the bed, writhing as Caitlin caressed and ate her tits.  Lara gripped the silk sheets beneath her for what little support they could offer, her body raging with lust.  Caitlin moved herself down and spread Lara's long legs apart, licking down her smooth calf and thigh as she savored in Lara's sweat.  Lara arched her back as Caitlin bit her pussy gently, shivering inexcitement as Caitlin licked and sucked her pussy folds before plunging her tongue deeply into her vagina.  Lara yelped with pleasure as the redhead tongue-fucked her throbbing cunt.  Caitlin ran her hands sinuously over Lara's firm, slim legs before reaching down to her own waist to stroke her own wet pussy with both hands.  Lara gasped, her breath coming in short pants as she ground her pussy against Caitlin's mouth.  Sweat dripped off Lara's face and bouncing tits as Caitlin burrowed deeper into her honey-slick fuck tunnel with lustful abandon.  The tomb raider gasped loudly as her body quaked with orgasm, her twat spurting hot fluids into Caitlin's open mouth.  The beautiful redhead gasped with a mouthful of honey as her own cunt splattered cum across her caressing fingers.  Caitlin hovered over Lara with cum on her hands and lips and kissed her lover hungrily on her mouth, while her hands spread their cream over her sweaty skin.

The four women continued their wanton fornication for hours, switching lovers with lustful abandon.  Their perspiration soaked forms became entangled in a web of eroticism as they filled their bellies and coated their skins with the cum of every woman on the bed.  Cunts gushed freely with juices as the women eventually fell asleep in a bed of their own sweat and cum.

***

Sara Pezinni awakened at the chill that carressed her smooth flesh.  She forced her stiff body up, cautious not to wake Lara and Caitlin, who slept soundly beside her.  She noticed immediately that Aspen Matthews had disappeared from the bed.  Sara stood up and walked around the large bedroom, looking for her lover.  Noticing the door to the bedroom was open, she walked to the hallway.  The police officer turned to her right, and saw another door open before her.  She walked in, it was a spare bedroom with a balcony at the end.  In the pale moonlight, past the thin, open curtains that danced in the gentle wind, she saw her beautiful lover standing on the balcony.  Sara smiled, and walked to join her on the jutting platform.  Aspen was clad in a translucent silk robe that hugged her figure nicely.  Aspen's black, long hair flowed a bit in the gentle wind, although most of her strands were matted down with sweat from the orgy that had just transpired.  Sara walked up behind Aspen and wrapped her left arm around her waist to caress the tanned woman's tight belly.  Sara was delighted when she saw the robe Aspen wore was mostly open in the front, the transluscent material did little to hide Aspen's large, luscious tits from her view.  "I missed you." whispered Sara into Aspen's right ear before licking it. The policewoman's tongue moved down to concentrate on the side of her neck, then using her right hand moved the material of the robe off her curved shoulder to taste in her flesh.

Aspen stood silent as Sara ravished in her body, until Sara's hand at her stomach moved down to fondle her dark pussy mound.  "Sara, please." she said in a serious tone.  Sara paused, and moved her hand and tongue off Aspen, puzzled as to why Aspen ordered her to stop.

"What's wrong?" asked Sara.

"It...it's just that...I've been doing some thinking Sara.  About what you said."

"What?"

"You said I was nothing to you but tits and cunt, back with Reaver."

"Oh Aspen, no." replied Sara quickly.  "That wasn't me talking."

"Really?  When I was with Sebastien, I learned how demons like him and Reaver work.  They don't change you, they just unleash the hidden desires you have.  Like me, I haven't had a good man in a long time.  He unlocked that desire in me, only to reject me when I was willing to become his slave.  That was hard on me.  It made me realize that I'm a whore."

"No.  Don't say that." said Sara.

"No, I am.  I was willing to stay with you and Reaver after you fucked me with the Witchblade.  That was all it took, one fuck."

"Reaver had that power over people, it took one fuck to make me come with him."

"But Reaver didn't fuck me, you did.  And are you going to tell me that you were totally under his control?"

"I...I...." Sara stuttered.

"Just say it Sara, yes or no, did you ever pass up a chance to leave?"

Sara paused before answering.  "Yes." she admitted shamefully.  "I don't know what it was.  He just knew exactly how to touch me, what to say to me.  It was...oh god, it was wonderful."

"You see.  So those things you said about me, they were partially true."

"Aspen, get this through your head." said Sara sternly.  "Those things were not true.  I was possessed, by this, unbelievable dark lust.  I can't even begin to describe it.  But, I love you."

"I love you too Sara.  Believe me.  But, I...I need some time to think about my life."

"What are you saying?"

"I think we need to spend some time apart."

"No!" exclaimed Sara.  "Please Aspen, we can work this out."

"There's nothing to work out between us Sara." Aspen cupped Sara's hands between her tits, the fleshy mounds swayed bare in the wind.  "But, I just need a bit of time to myself.  That's all.  I know we just, had an orgy.  And I'll admit, I can't even begin to describe how much I loved it.  But, I think it just reinforced my belief and self-doubts.  I'm a whore.  So, I need some time to convince myself that I am not just a horny slut."

Sara leaned her forehead against the back of Aspen's neck, pondering what to say next.  "How long?" she finally muttered.

"I don't know, maybe a week, maybe a year.  It depends."

"Does this mean, this is goodbye?" asked Sara solemnly.

Aspen turned around within Sara's arms, and lifted her lover's chin to look at her.  "I will come back to you Sara.  I promise."

"Can...can I ask one last thing before you go?" asked Sara, her eyes beginning to sparkle with tears.

"Anything." replied Aspen, wiping Sara's left eye gently.

"I...I want to make love.  Just you and me.  One last time.  As lovers, real, true lovers."

Aspen smiled, and kissed Sara on the cheek.  She whispered into the detective's ear, "I wouldn't leave without it.  Let's go to the sauna."

***

The two women walked downstairs to the basement, where Lara had recently constructed a sauna.  Aspen set the temperature to a fairly high mark and followed Sara into the wood-paneled room, shrugging off her robe and leaving it ouside.

"The Witchblade feels different now." observed Sara.  "It's not as hedonistic as it was before.  But now, I can force it to transform into the metal version or the black liquid version."

"Why is that?" Aspen asked.

"I don't know.  I think it's because it's just a side effect of being corrupted by Reaver's magic."

"Are you sure you're not under his spell still?"

"I'm sure.  It just feels, different now.  I wanted to save the surprise for you Aspen.  I want to use it on you."

"Okay." murmured Aspen as she closed the sauna door behind them.  "I have a surprise for you too."  The two women stood in silence for a few awkward moments, slowly moving their naked bodies into a loving embrace, and then kissing themselves wildly as they let their passions unleash.

Aspen forced Sara to the ground and laid on top of her, her left hand moving down to caress Sara's genitals.  Sara gripped Aspen's smooth buttocks and fondled her soft flesh roughly, gasping as the tanned woman suddenly spread her labia apart.  Sara drove a probing finger up Aspen's asshole, causing her lover to moan as she became wet from her lover's attentions.  Her budding lust provoked Aspen to plunge her index finger up Sara's fucktunnel, carressing and prodding at the hot interial walls of Sara's womanhood.  Both lovers gasped as they molested each other, their bodies already beginning to sweat in the rising heat of their love and the sauna.  The two beautiful women frenched, their tongues entwined laviciousnessly with an unnatural energy and precision, as if they were separate entities.  Aspen pressed her free hand against Sara's chest and rested her body upon hers, her fingers clenching and pinching her lover's vulva while she slid her tongue over Sara's.

"I'm your bitch.  Take me." whispered Sara through the kisses.  Her sentence peaked with a gasp as Aspen dove deeper into her womanhood.

"You're my bitch." replied Aspen.  "Burst for me you cunt."

Aspen's tanned skin became enflamed with passion as Sara started sucking on her right tit, covering her mound with saliva.  The brown-haired detective felt her hips rock as her orgasm approached, her lips beginning to pant heavily into her lover's breast.  She groaned softly, gently biting and licking Aspen's nipple as she felt herself cumming.  Sara rolled on top of Aspen and buried her fingers in the tanned woman's black hair.  Sara began thrusting her hips forward onto Aspen's fingers, Aspen continuing to finger her cunt, slipping another of her delicate fingers into Sara's moist vagina.  The Witchblade wearer groaned continuously, pumping her hips rapidly, thrusting her pussy onto Aspen's digits.  Aspen fastened her lips over Sara's left tit and sucked loudly on the dangling orb.  She flicked over Sara's hardened nipple with relish, revelling in it's salty taste until it burst with milk, a remnant of Sara's pregnancy.  The marine biologist began feeding hungrily on the milk that exploded from Sara's nipple.  Aspen sucked loudly on the mound of flesh, the milk like the sweetest ambroisia to the tanned woman.  She continued circling her tongue around Sara's stiff nipple, causing the brown haired woman to moan loudly and hug Aspen's head to her bosom, the detective gasping as she nursed her lover.

Aspen moaned around the luscious tit in her mouth, filling her ravenous throat with breast milk.  Sara forced Aspen out of her bosom and kissed her urgently, drinking in some of the sweet fluid that Aspen suckled off her nipple.  The brown-haired woman squeezed Aspen's naked tits, her back arching and her grip clenching as she orgasmed.  She screamed out her lust with an ear-piercing wail, her sweat-covered body writhed against Aspen as fresh honey splattered out of her cunt.

The two women embraced each other fiercely with a equal passion, their hands roving over each other's curves to indulge in each other's touch.  Sara licked the side of Aspen's neck, then moved to her shoulders.  Both women ran their tongues over each other's hot skin, their bodies entangling together as they hands and heads twisted around to touch each other.  Aspen grew hopelessly addicted on the liquids that excreted from Sara's body, her milk and honey as well as her sweat and saliva.  Her lips constantly drooled for more of her lover's fluids, her body needful of the cloying taste.

Sara eventually forced Aspen onto a bench that extended along the wall of the sauna.  "I want to take you in my mouth." she whispered seductively.  "Feed my slutty tongue."

She spread the gasping woman's legs apart and hungrily dove into her sweaty cunt.  "Hhhh..." Aspen shuddered, her luscious, sweat-soaked breasts swelling with arousal as Sara ravaged her clit with her tongue.  She felt her labia throb as Sara took them into her hot mouth, spreading them apart with her tongue.  A loud moan escaped Aspen's thick lips as Sara snaked her tongue into Aspen's vagina and sucked on her twat.  Aspen quivered with pleasure as she felt Sara's mouth licentiously pleasure her cunt with forbidden intimacy.  Tears of bliss flowed down her cheeks and sobs mixed in with her pleasure groans.  The knowledge that she would soon be abandoning such indescribable carnal pleasures brought her to tears.  "....harder....deeper...." she begged, her pussy flaming with passion and a hunger she knew could only Sara could satiate.  Her erect nipples elongated with her increasing bliss, Aspen gripped the wood beneath her for a brace as she felt herself tighten inside.  Sara's slimy, probing tongue burrowed deeper into the ravenous heat of her fucktunnel.  The sweet taste of Aspen's womanhood electrified Sara's tastebuds while her lips enveloped themselves tighter around the throbbing labia.  Aspen gasped sharply as she orgasmed, the first of several that blossomed from Sara's relentless suckling of her clit.  A fountain of of her honey sprayed out of her slit, Sara's sucking motions moving in tandem with the discharges of liquid, eliciting further moans from the tanned woman.

Aspen looked down at her lover through her teary eyes, her mind numb with bliss and her lips quivering for more.  Sara stood up and spread her legs while Aspen knelt to ground and savagely dove into Sara's snatch.  With much concentration,  Aspen turned her tongue into cool water, letting it elongate and fill Sara's channel with cool bliss.  Sara screamed, her mind overloaded with rapture.  The detective sobbed, having never felt anything so blissful and so thankful of her lover for letting her experience such pleasure.  Sara thrusted her pelvis needfully into Aspen's face, gripping her lover's head with her hands and holding her tightly against her croch.  Sara tilted her head back, groaning with every thrust, "Oh Aspen!  Harder!  Hhh...harder!!!  Oh deeper!  DEEPER!!  You animal!!!"  The water that filled her channel increased the pressure it exerted on the walls of her vagina, causing Sara's insides to clench and her body to quiver helplessly with rapture.  Her sweat covered tits bounced freely in unison to Aspen's obscene humping motions, the marine biologist's head bobbed as she suckled on Sara's pussy.  The Witchblade wearer tensed and orgasmed, the cool sensation in her vagina gave way to the explosion of heat in her ravenous fucktunnel, a torrent of juices mixed into the watery appendage that lodged itself within the brown-haired woman.  The honey of multiple climaxes dissolved into the clear solution to make it's way back to Aspen's mouth, who swallowed each load eagerly until she retracted her cum-soaked tongue.

Sara commanded her witchblade gauntlet to become it's black liquid form.  It obeyed, and continuing to follow Sara's mental commands, formed an elongated dick at it's wearer's crotch.  One end plunged wetly into Sara's vagina while the other stood erect and unyielding, pointing at Aspen Matthews.  The marine biologist licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the black phallus before her.  She laid herself on the floor and spread her legs, invitingly opening her dripping pussy with her right hand.  Panting with the arousal her gauntlet gave her, Sara thrust herself into Aspen.  The Witchblade phallus shoved itself into Aspen's cunt, driving deep into her vagina.  Aspen stiffened, gasping sharply when she felt it's slithering, bulbous head touch her cervix.  Lodged deep within her womanhood, it pulsated within her with a lewd energy, filling her uterus with it's dark matter.  Sara gritted her teeth and moaned, she could feel the gauntlet's tendrils slink farther down her uterus, filling her belly with sinuous meat.

"HARDER!!  HARDER!!!!  OH SARA FUCK ME HARDER!!!" Aspen wailed.  "FASTER!!!  FASTER!!!!"

The two women writhed against each other with libidinous hunger, their crotches slapping against each other wetly as their pussy lips consumed the dildo they shared.  The two women embraced each other tightly, their bodies trembling as small trickles of honey leaked out of their slits.  They rolled around on the sauna floor as a single mass of flesh, their bodies drenched with perspiration.  The heat of the sauna was dwarfed by the blazes that raged in the women's loins.  The laviscious couple stopped their rolling along the wooden room as they felt their insides suddenly tense.  They held each other and panted heavily within their tight embrace, each woman's tits and stomach rubbed against her lover's as they heaved, their climaxes ready to rip through their sweaty frames.

As the two women orgasmed simultaneously, the Witchblade shocked the two lovers by performing a long, hard sucking action within each of their cunts.  Sara and Aspen stiffened, moaning sharply as the pole that connected their crotches absorbed their love honey.  They quivered endlessly with mind-numbing bliss, their clits burning with ravenous heat.  The rod vanished in the union of their labia as their pleasure spasms forced it deeper into their fucktunnels.  Sara laid on top of Aspen as her stamina faded from the intense rapture, both women barely able to think clearly, their actions guided only by their lust.  Sara kissed Aspen on the mouth, satiating their aching lips.  Their hot tongues plunged into each other, moulding and writhing with infinite sexual intensity.  They kissed with a fervor that was matched only by the intense grinding of their hips, frenching their pussy lips feverishly.

The two women whispered in between gasps of breath, "Hhh...fuck me again...again!" in almost perfect unison.  Their luscious lips constantly smothered against each other as they continued frenching voraciously.  Sara, her tongue lewdly caressing Aspen's, merely moaned in acknowledgement as she pumped herself harder onto the Witchblade prick.  The tanned woman beneath her thrust with motions in tandem to her lover's, wanting to envelop more of the Witchblade into her pussy.  The two beautiful women drank in each other's saliva for a score of minutes, then an hour, each one coming close to suffocation until an immense orgasm forced their lips off each other for a few short moments of intense bliss.  Their bodies were soaked in sweat, from their intense love and the heat of the sauna.  Their ferocious hunger for each other increased the vigor of their orgasms, feeding the Witchblade stronger floods of cum.  Together, they crossed the limits of decency and sensuality, their minds reaching an erotic nirvana as their bodies caressed and fondled each other fiercely.  Mouths wrapped around tits and cunts, tongues carressed tongues, breasts and crotches writhed together in an endless cycle of unrestrained, primal lust.  Both women made passionate love until the finite energy of their bodies ran out before the strength of their lust could.

Hours later, Aspen Matthews awoke, her body atop Sara Pezinni while the Witchblade still lodged itself deep in her womanhood.  The tanned woman slowly got up, moaning as the Witchblade slid out of her pussy.  It came out of her labia with a slurping sound, reserves of honey gushed as her fucktunnel became unblocked.  Aspen shuddered as the lewd warmth traveled down her thighs.  She looked down as she hovered over Sara's gorgeous body, her perfect tits rose and fell in unison as she slept, her long brown hair was soaked with sweat and strewn about everywhere like a web, while her angelic face laid silently, with a smile on.

Aspen gently kissed Sara on the lips, being cautious not to wake her lover.  "Goodbye Sara.  I love you, and I'll miss you."

***

"Sara?  What are you doing here?"  The questions rang through Sara's mind.

"How did she get here?  Where's Aspen?"

"I don't know."

"Sara?  Sara?"

Sara moaned as she awakened, her eyes fluttered open to see Lara Croft and Caitlin Fairchild standing over her, concerned looks covered their faces.  "Morning Sara." said Lara, smiling as the police officer woke up.  "How did you get here?"

"Me and Aspen came down here.  We..."

"I think it's obvious what you did together down here." interrupted Lara, Sara's naked body in the sex-scented sauna revealed their activities.  "But, where is she?"

"She's gone.  Where I don't know."

"What?" asked Lara.

"Long story, I'll explain later." said Sara in a sorrow tone.  "After breakfast."

EPILOGUE 1

Linda walked down the beach calmly, the light wind flapped against the short, floral printed dress that hugged her slender body.  Her bare feet pressed against the wet sand as she smiled and hummed to herself in the pale light of the moon, enjoying the serene calm of the empty beach.  Nothing but the loud crashing of waves filled her eardrums.  In the corner of her eye, illuminated by the moonlight, she saw something in the water.  She paused and turned slowly, it appeared to be a person walking out of the ocean, straight towards the beach.  Linda stepped closer, her curiosity getting the better of her.  Upon closer inspection, she saw it was a woman.   Her pale white skin shivered slightly with cold and her long, rich red hair that was plastered to her back with the ocean water.  She was completely naked, and her curvaceous form dripped with cold water.  The red headed woman panted heavily, her tits heaved with her every breath, her nipples erect with the chilly temperature of the water.  She made no effort to hide cover herself from Linda's shocked eyes; she merely stood there, brazenly displaying her nude form.  "Umm...are you okay?" Linda finally asked, her voice beginning to crack with nervousness as she noticed a hint of maliciousness in the woman's lovely face.

***

Edgar sat on the stool, slumped over the diner's counter.  His dirty, empty coffee cup sat before him, which he poked at with his fingers in an effort to kill his boredom.  It was unsuccessful.  He sighed loudly, the only other person in the diner was the rude, old waitress that served him.  The trucker closed his eyes, the coffee having no effect as he was about to doze off.  He was startled awake by the bell on the door suddenly ringing.  He snapped his head towards the entrance and saw a woman standing in the doorway.  She had thick, fiery red hair that was damp and matted, while her slender, shapely frame was clad in nothing but a short, floral patterned dress.  The trucker staring lewdly at the woman's bosom, he could tell her round tits hung freely in her dress as they bounced alluringly with her walk.  "Holy shit, that is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."  the trucker thought.  The redhead winked at him the instant he finished his sentence, giving him a severe startle, as if she was able to hear his thoughts.

She plopped down on the stool next to him, crossing her creamy legs as she ordered coffee.  Edgar continued staring at her through the corners of his eyes.  The dress she wore had a backline that plunged deeply, almost to the top of her ass.  It left her smooth back almost completely bare, except for the shoulder straps that held up the thin fabric that covered her front, the only thing blocking Edgar's view of her tits.  Edgar felt himself grow hard as he watched this woman.  She wantonly leaned forward against the counter as she sipped her coffee mug.  The trucker began to sweat, her tits spilled against the material of the dress, he could see her nipples straining through as the material fought to contain her breasts.  The redhead abruptly got up and strolled casually to the bathroom, leaving Edgar sweating on his seat.  The trucker pondered for a moment, and made the decision to follow her.

The trucker calmly entered the women's bathroom despite his anxiety.  He saw the redhead primping her red locks in front of the mirror, from which he could see her red lips were curled in a smile.  The redhead turned around and leaned her hand on her right hip, using her other hand to motion the eager trucker towards her.  Edgar stepped slowly towards her, his hands going towards his belt buckle.  When Jean nodded gently in approval, he quickly undid his jeans and boxers, allowing his erect cock to spring free.

He ran up to the redhead and kissed her fiercely on the lips, slinking his tongue into her lips.  He grabbed her firm, smooth ass cheeks and lifted her up as she propped herself on the sink counter.  The redhead broke off the kiss and lifted her dress over her head, revealing her fabulous, naked body.  Edgar nuzzled his face into her tits, flicking his tongue against her nipples as he buried himself in the deep valley of her bosom.  The trucker licked the smooth valley between her breasts, her twin orbs dangling alluringly as her body quaked with bliss and need.  The woman shuddered as felt his dick push against her vagina, and she spread her legs apart as she gasped from Edgar's sucking on her left nipple.  Then, with a vicious thrust he shoved his cock hard into her.  The redhead screamed in pleasure as Edgar rammed his meat home, pushing it further and further into her tight, clenching fuckhole.  Edgar sighed when he felt his dick enter her all the way. Her vaginal muscles were contracting tightly around his cock as the woman wrapped her smooth legs around his torso.  The woman gyrated her hips, shaking from side to side as she pumped her pelvis into his.  This, along with her warm, tight cunt, was turning this into the best fuck Edgar ever had.  He grabbed her firm breasts and rubbed them as he continued drooling over her now hard nipples.  He sucked on them both, saliva dripping out his mouth and down the woman's naked body.

Edgar got himself into a steady rhythm and pumped himself hard and viciously into the shameless redhead.  She screamed again as the pleasure built up in her loins.  She shut her eyes and braced herself as she felt him stop and harden inside her.  The woman panted with anticipation as she knew the inevitable was coming.  Her back undulated in an erotic pattern as she needfully tried to envelop more of his meat into her pussy, her tits thrusting into Edgar's face and mouth.  Edgar groaned in pleasure as he burst inside her.  His hot, white seed seeped out of the woman's stretched hole and down her quaking thighs, the droplets plopped onto the floor like rain.  She wailed in bliss as she felt his seed burst into her, again and again.  Her body rocked and her head thrashed with ecstacy as she felt the glorious release of warm cum from her genital lips, her cunt pulsing with heat and hungrily milking his prick dry.

"What's your name?" Edgar panted as he emptied his load.

The redhead smiled, her beautiful face hidden by fallen locks of her fiery mane.  "Jean." she replied in a sensual whisper.

Edgar suddenly felt a strange sting in his head, and before he even realized what was happening, he fell unconscious and hit the floor with a thud.  Jean unpropped herself from the counter and put on the dress she had stolen from Linda, the psychic smiling maliciously as she recalled how she left her naked, unconscious form on the beach.  She took Edgar's boots and put them over her bare feet, and then picked up his discarded jeans.  The redhead dug into his pockets and found the keys to his truck.

"Thanks for the truck," she said to Edgar's unconscious form before putting a hand on her slimy crotch, "and the fuck."

EPILOGUE 2

"So what are you saying?"

"The energy of the cestus escaped.  The Witchblade wearer was able to reject it, which is why the prophecy according to Master Reaver didn't work.  Reaver underestimated her strength, and that of the Witchblade.  But the energy did not escape the temple.  It went into somebody, and the energy still had enough traces of sperm to fertilize upon entry." replied Gerr, his small, deformed body trembled as he explained to the tall, dark figure.

"That means?"

"It means one of the women, and I have no idea who, is pregnant."

THE END

Author's note:
Thanks all of you for reading.  This was a very hard tale to write, and coupled with the unfortunate delay of the last few chapters (sorry about that), it's been a very wild ride.  I hope you enjoyed it and would love to hear your comments on either the Grey Archive forums, Deja forums, or e-mail me.  Actually, why not visit the Grey Archive forum superheroes section and fill out the Demon Mother 2 survey?

Oh, and I really want to thank a few people:
Pyros and Sportsman, for posting the story on their sites and for their valuable feedback.  You guys are the best!
Jason, for a killer Demon Mother 2 teaser poster and for his valuable feedback.  Hopefully we'll have more collaborations in the future.
Every single one of you who e-mailed me or posted on the forums (and there were a lot of you) that you liked the story, you guys kept me going.  I didn't realize how many supporters I have, thank you all.
Special thanks to PJ, for his blessing of continuing the Bondage Princess Caitlin story, and for his inspiration.  Despite all the controversy surrounding him, I think he always deserves a thank you in every Demon Mother story.

I plan to write a Demon Mother 3 by the way, but not for a bit.  They'll be some other stuff before that though.  So watch out.

Later and thanks again
Bernie