By Bernie

A few weeks after Demon Mother 2

The sun emerged from behind the brooding hillside, illuminating the Croft estate with it's deep orange radiance.  Upon reaching the height of the master bedroom, the light found itself blocked by the deep purple drapes covering all the windows.  All but a small sliver of light was able to shine within.  The light shined directly onto the beautiful face of Lara Croft, one of the women sleeping on the bed.

Lara slept soundly as the light slowly penetrated her eyes with its intensity.  Soon the British woman was awakened, moaning slightly as she realized she had to get up.  She emerged from beneath the thin sheet, her toned, voluptuous body completely naked.  She stretched her arms and groaned as she loosened her sore muscles, her mouth sticky with morning breath and her hair greasy with dried sweat.  She turned and smiled at the other woman in the bed, Caitlin Fairchild.  The tall tall redhead still slept, her slumber undisturbed by the sun and Lara.  Caitlin was also completely naked, but the thin sheet on her had shifted to cover only her waist.  Lara watched her massive breasts heave as she slept, and drank in the perfection of her face.  The memory of last night's love-making session was still fresh in her mind, every touch and kiss still vividly remembered.

"Caitlin?" Lara inquired, checking if her lover was truly asleep.

"Hmmm?" Caitlin moaned as she fluttered her eyes open.  Lara felt a hint of remorse for awakening her prematurely.

"Sorry love." whispered Lara with a giggle as she sat down on the bed, holding Caitlin's hand.  "I just woke up and you know, I guess I wanted to see if you were awake too."

"Whatever, that's okay." replied Caitlin, closing her green eyes again.

"I want to take a shower.  Want to join me?" smiled Lara, stroking Caitlin's left tit with the back of her hand.

"Sorry Lara, I just feel sick right now." grumbled Caitlin.

"Sick?" asked Lara with concern.

"Just a headache.  Actually, kind of a bad one.  But not a big deal."

"Have you been drinking the hundred year old whisky?"

"What?  No.  Okay maybe a bit." Caitlin said with a smile.

Lara rolled her eyes and smirked.  "Caitlin," she sighed, shaking her head, "what am I going to do with you?"  Lara filled her palm with Caitlin's left mammary and rubbed her fingers over its smooth surface.

"Hmmm..." moaned Caitlin, responding to Lara's deft touch on her breast.  "How about a spanking?"

Lara laughed slightly and hit her lightly on the shoulder with her fist.  "Ah, Caitlin.  I can never stay mad at you.  But seriously, don't you remember what today is?"

"No.  What?"

"Today I leave for my university tour of the US?  Remember?"

"Oh, jeez!  I forgot!" exclaimed Caitlin.  "Oh, when does the plane leave?"

"In a few hours.  I've got to get going soon."

"I'm really sick Lara.  I don't think I can join you."

"You sure?  I don't want to just leave you here.  Come on Caitlin, I was hoping to take you with me.  You could help me unwind after every long lecture."

"I'll be fine Lara.  Believe me.  Just go, have a good time.  Besides, as I recall your first stop..."

"Oh yeah." interrupted Lara as she realized what Caitlin meant.  "I'm going to shower then.  Take it easy love.  Call me if there's ever a problem."

"I'm really sorry." Caitlin apologized one more time.

"Yeah, well, I'm disappointed Caitlin." Lara replied.  "I'm feeling so horny right now and I don't know how I'll deal with it for the rest of the trip."

***

Hawaii two days later

"Mrs. Croft.  That was a fantastic speech.  The people were enthralled." a man with thick glasses said to Lara as she walked off the stage of the assembly hall.

"Yes, well.  I think the men were enthralled by my skirt." said Lara with bitterness.  "I somehow doubt half those people were interested in archaeology."

"Well, that's not really my concern, and out of my control I'm afraid." the man said, a bit shaken by Lara's comments.

"Yes, as long as the people pay their fifteen dollars to see me." Lara said as she rolled her eyes.  "And it's Ms. Croft to you."

"Oh, a Ms?  Certainly you're joking?  A woman like you surely..."

"Not another word." snapped Lara, pointing a finger in the man's face.  The man, clearly frightened, turned away and walked off quickly.  Lara sighed and left the crowded lecture hall, hailing a taxi outside.

"Ocean Research Center." she said to the driver as she sat in the back seat.

***

Ocean Reserach Center

Aspen Matthews sat at a computer, typing in an endless series of figures.  The beautiful tanned woman took a break and massaged her sore fingers, stretching her arms and legs as she sat on the chair.

"Why not take a break sexy legs?" a female voice suggested from behind.

Aspen turned and saw Lara Croft standing in the doorway to her small office.  A smile formed immediately on Aspen's lovely face.  "Lara?!" she said with exuberance before running up to embrace her.

"Hi Aspen, I missed you too." said Lara as she was swept up in the passionate hug.  Both women wrapped their arms around each other tightly, and then Lara's creamy right leg entwined around Aspen's.  Aspen loosened the hug slightly and looked Lara in the face, both women pausing for a moment before kissing each other needfully.  Their tongues entwined in a lewd, erotic series of twists as their hands began roving over each other's bodies.  Aspen finally let go of Lara, regaining her composure after a loud gasp for air.

"So, what are you doing here?  Actually, how did you find me?" asked Aspen.

"This research center has a website." Lara told her, as she continued to hold Aspen in her arms, her hands resting above the slope of Aspen's buttocks.  "And a staff list that's constantly updated.  And I happen to have a lover who is pretty good at finding information on the Internet."

"Caitlin, of course." sighed Aspen.  "You didn't tell Sara did you?"

"No.  I didn't think you'd want that."

"I don't, thanks." Aspen said quickly, finally pulling herself from Lara's arms.

"You know, Sara wasn't really generous with the details." Lara explained.

"What did she tell you?" asked Aspen as she sat back down in her chair.

"She told me you wanted to spend some time apart, and you had some things in life to take care of."

"That's pretty accurate." replied Aspen.

"But, she didn't say what kind of things."

Aspen rolled her eyes and turned away from Lara.  "Do you really need to know?" she finally asked.

"I'd like to.  Maybe I can help you."

"I don't want your help Lara." Aspen said dismissively.

"Then, can I at least know?" Lara asked cautiously, not wanting to push Aspen too hard.

"Well Lara," Aspen started, "I just felt like such a dirty slut after the last encounter with Sebastien, and that...whorehell experience."  Aspen shuddered.

"It's still hard isn't it?" asked Lara, noticing Aspen's discomfort.

"I still see it in my nightmares Lara.  I'm naked, helpless, while I feel several large men rape me.  Over, and over, and over."

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't..."

"No, it's okay.  You wanted to know why.  I don't mind telling you Lara as long as you're willing to listen."

"I'm all ears love."

"Well, I just felt like a slut.  I was willing to submit myself to Sebastien, just so easily.  I felt so weak, so stupid.  I wanted to be his slave."

"I felt the same way too Aspen.  Remember?"

"Maybe, but at least you were playing him at first.  Me, I really wanted him to fuck me.  Just fuck me until I died.  The fact that I wanted that has made me feel like shit ever since.  I keep telling myself that I'm nothing but this cheap whore."

"It's not true." Lara insisted, placing a hand on Aspen's shoulder.

"That's what Sara said." Aspen said with a slight tone of anger in her voice.  It was enough to startle Lara enough that she removed her hand.  "Her words didn't help, Lara, and neither do yours."

Lara could only pause in response, unsure of what to say to her lover.  Aspen looked at Lara and immediately felt remorse for the way she had been acting towards her, who only came to help.

"Want to get some lunch?" Aspen asked, attempting to ease the mood.  "I was just going to go to the cafeteria."

***

"You sure you want to eat that?" asked Lara as she watched Aspen buy a container of food Lara couldn't identify.

"Yes.  I'm sure." replied Aspen.  "Besides, why are you having that greasy bacon bagels for lunch?"

"I just felt like it.  No reason really, just a craving.  Can you get me one of those cream cheese packages?"

Aspen reached over and got a small foil covered wedge of cream cheese for Lara, plopping it down on her tray.  "Thanks love." said Lara.  "I've been on campuses before and I've found if you don't recognize the food, it's probably leftover from the biology department."

"Oh really now Lara, it's salad." sighed Aspen as they neared the cafeteria register.

"That is salad?!  I thought it was mashed...something." exclaimed Lara as she paid the middle aged woman sitting at the register.  "Keep the change." said Lara, making the cashier smile.

Lara waited for Aspen to pay for her lunch and walked with her to a table sitting outside, with a parasol covering them from the sun.

"So, umm...you never explained exactly what you're trying to do by breaking up with Sara." said Lara as she opened the cream cheese package.

"When Sara was captured by Reaver, I found her and she fucked me with the Witchblade.  It was so good Lara." said Aspen, moaning slightly as she recalled the pleasure.  "It made me want to stay with her as Reaver's second bitch."

"So, you're trying to stop being so easily seduced?" asked Lara as she spread the cream cheese across her bagel.

"Yeah, you can say that." replied Aspen, sticking her fork into her salad.  "I also realized that you were right about me.  You once said I was obsessed with Sara, and you were right."

"Ahh...I see." Lara mumbled remorsefully as she brought the bagel to her mouth.  "So, you want to ease off the obsession."

"Yes.  That's right." replied Aspen as she ate her salad.

"Is it working?"

A long pause followed as Aspen chewed her food.  After swallowing, the marine biologist continued to pause.  "No." she finally answered in a quick whisper.

"I'm, I'm sorry Aspen."

"Oh, Lara, I love her.  And I miss her so much."

"Then go back to her."

"I can't.  It just makes me look like this weak little whore." said Aspen, tears beginning to form in her eyes.  "And I'm tired of being victimized.  I wish for once I could meet someone who didn't want to just chain me to a wall and rape me blind."

"Aspen, I'm not going to argue you do one thing or another.  But, there is someone who doesn't want that of you.  That's Sara.  Sara loves you.  And I love you too.  Caitlin loves you.  You have people who love you Aspen.  We care about you.  We're worried, but we want you to find what you're looking for, get the confidence you want.  You're strong Aspen, you just have to realize it."

Aspen looked up, a small tear flowing down her right cheek.  Lara gently wiped it away with her fingertip and stroked Aspen's cheek.

"I just want to be happy Lara.  I want somebody to love me." Aspen admitted.

"And I want you to be happy Aspen, and believe me, there are people who love you." Lara replied.  "I'd kiss you, but, we're in public." whispered Lara with a smile.

Aspen's expression slowly turned into a smile, then giggles erupted from her mouth.  Lara joined her in giggling and soon both women were laughing heartily.

"I'm going to finish this." said Aspen, pointing to her salad.  "Then, what do you say, we go back to my apartment and we can, 'kiss'?"

"Okay." Lara whispered, inching closer to Aspen.  "But then after how about we fuck?"

"You're awfully aggressive today." Aspen playfully whispered back.

"I said I had a craving for bacon, I have another stronger craving for something a little...more filling." Lara explained, placing a hand on Aspen's knee and slinking it closer to the inside of her thighs.  Her hand slowly travelled up the length of Aspen's luscious leg, going under Aspen's skirt and began rubbing Aspen's panties.

"Hey, Lara, not in public." Aspen gasped, grasping Lara's wrist and pulling it out of her skirt.  Her crotch was already moist with arousal and it was with hesitance that she stopped Lara from bringing her to orgasm.

"Come on Aspen, don't you know how to have fun?" Lara purred.

Aspen smiled in response, "Wait until we get back to my place, I'll show you fun."

***

Aspen's small apartment was located on the main floor, where she couldn't see much of the beach but the palm trees outside provided a bit of pleasant scenery.  In her bedroom, clothes were strewn about, mostly Aspen's, but a few garments this time belonged to Lara Croft.  Their combined sensual moans filled the room, as did the creaking of the bed as they made passionate love to each other in the hot afternoon.

Lara Croft panted loudly with each thrust as she humped Aspen's face.  Lara's hands were pressed deeply into Aspen's skull and driving her lover's tongue deeper into her fucktunnel.  Lara and Aspen were completely naked, their forms energetic and unrestrained as they coupled.  Heat radiated from their sensuous forms, and sweat dripped off their curves after the intense coupling they shared for the past two hours.  Aspen's hands reached upward and grasped Lara's flopping tits, squeezing the buxom melons excitedly.  Lara tilted her lovely face upwards, panting and writhing with every push of her crotch.  Aspen moved her hands to Lara's ass, squeezing her cheeks with the same passion she had fondled Lara's luscious breasts.  Aspen pried Lara's perfect cheeks apart, spreading her labia around her tongue so she could probe deeper into Lara's womb.  Lara's back undulated further and her groans became huskier as she felt Aspen's wet probe touch her cervix.

"Hhhhh...that's it.  Oh yes!!  YES!!!" Lara screamed, her body quivering with uncontrollable spasms.

The British woman closed her eyes in ecstasy, her mouth hung limply open as she felt her insides tighten around Aspen's tongue.  Rolling her sensual hips with bliss, Lara grasped both her shuddering breasts, sighing with relief as she rubbed her erect nipples.  She orgasmed ferociously with a scream, arching her back while her clit exploded with pleasure.  Torrents of cream burst from between her pussy lips.  Aspen drank Lara's hot cunt fluids as the tomb raider shuddered in bliss, her cunt continuing to blaze with lust as she felt the caresses of Aspen's tongue.

Lara dismounted off Aspen's face and laid herself perfectly on top of her.  The two women shared a passionate french kiss, Lara drank deeply from Aspen's mouthful of her own honey while dancing with Aspen's tongue.  Lara moved her lips down Aspen's neck, planting wet kisses along her perspiration-soaked flesh and eventually burying her face and hands in Aspen's buxom chest.

"Mmm...I love your tits." moaned Lara as she wantonly molested and suckled upon Aspen's heaving bosom.  Lara devoured Aspen's left nipple and sucked loudly on the hard knob, biting gently down on it with her front teeth and teasing its tip with her tongue.  Aspen's right nipple was clamped by Lara's fingers as she rolled the breast in her hand.

"Don't stop Lara..." Aspen groaned, "oh please don't stop...I..."  Aspen suddenly paused and her facial expression changed from ecstasy to illness.

"What's wrong?" asked Lara as she noticed her lover's face in her peripheral vision.

Aspen pushed Lara off of her and ran to the bathroom, her hands covering her mouth.  She frantically smacked the light switch and knelt at the toilet, where she vomited loudly.  Lara sighed and shook her head, almost amused at her lover's illness.

"It's the cafeteria food.  I told you." Lara laughed.  "Probably some student's attempts at growing penicillin.  I guess I won't be kissing you anymore, too bad, I liked the taste of your tongue.  But hey, I can always kiss your other lips."  Lara said as she sensually licked her own pouty mouth.

With a series of harsh coughs, Aspen ceased vomiting and rose from the toilet, flushing it as she wiped her mouth.  "Don't laugh at me Lara." said Aspen as she walked to the sink and filled her bathroom tumbler with water, preparing to rinse her mouth.

"Oh?  What are you going to do to me love?" giggled Lara, her round tits shaking with laughter.  "How about giving me a good spanking?"  Lara turned her ass towards Aspen and playfully slapped herself, faking moans of pain and ecstacy with each smack.

Aspen rinsed and spit three times, wiped her mouth, and grinned mischievously at her lover.  The tanned, naked woman casually strolled up to the side of the bed and coyly whispered, "I know where you're ticklish."

"Oh, you wouldn't..." Lara smiled.

"Oh yes." Aspen said with a childish grin.

Lara gradually slid away from Aspen, who quickly pounced on her.  Lara tried to crawl away but Aspen pinned her down with her body and began tickling Lara.

"Stop it!  HA HA HA!  Oh...jeez!  Bloody hell..hahaha!  Aspen!  Stop it!!  Hhhahahaha!  Hahahahaha!  Mercy!  Mercy Aspen!  Hahaha!" Lara screamed.

Aspen smiled wickedly as Lara laughed helplessly beneath her, and continued for another few seconds before finally stopping.  Lara panted away her last laughs and tried to catch her breath, clutching her stomach and rolling on her side.  Her buxom tits rose and fell alluringly as her lungs pumped for air, while Aspen laid beside her, a wicked smile on her face.

"Now it's my turn you little bitch." Lara said suddenly, pouncing on Aspen without warning.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!  Oh god Lara!  Ha ha ha ha ha!!"

***

New York

Sara Pezinni looked up from her bed and saw four empty beer bottles on her nightstand, while a few more discarded containers were strewn about the floor.  The scent of ale wafted through the room, and it's heavy aftertaste coated her tongue and muffled her brain.  The brunette detective laid on her back, her arms and legs spread apart in a disorganized fashion while her naked tits heaved with her every breath.  Her crotch was snugly covered with a pair of white panties, and her hair was a chaotic tangle of locks.  Around her right wrist was the collapsed form of the Witchblade gauntlet, which resembled a watch.  Sara moaned herself to consciousness, putting a hand to her throbbing head in a vain attempt to soothe it.

"Drank yourself into a stupor again." she muttered softly to herself, her voice raspy.  She removed her panties and walked to the shower.  After washing the dried sweat off her body and rinsing shampoo through her hair, she stepped out and dried herself off promptly, knowing she had to get to work fairly soon.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Sarah slipped on a new pair of white panties and fastened on a matching bra.  Both her long, slender legs slipped into a pair of dark blue jeans.  Sara grumbled as she tried to pull up the zipper.

"Damn it girl, better take it easy, you're getting a beer belly." she muttered to herself.  She gasped as she felt a slight twitch of the Witchblade on her wrist.  The powerful connection between Sara and the ancient weapon flared as it transmitted its desires to her.

"No...not now." Sara insisted.  The Witchblade's demands blared through her brain, as if screaming in her ear.  The demands continued coming remorselessly, beginning to overcome Sara's thoughts.

"I know, we made a deal when you helped me fight Reaver, but not now.  I know you did it last night, while I slept."  Sara said to the twitching metal band around her wrist.  After it replied to her statement, she sighed and yelled, "Don't lie to me!  I know you did!"

The metal gauntlet began to tighten around her wrist, cutting into her flesh with sharp barbs.  Sara grimaced in pain and tried to pull the Witchblade off, but to no avail.  She closed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as warm blood flowed down her hand.  "Stop it, stop it..." she begged, the pain taking her to her knees.  "You can have ten minutes, that is all!" Sara finally agreed.

The Witchblade eased its hold on Sara's wrists and the metal barbs slowly morphed into a black, oil substance.  It sent a command to Sara, who reluctantly obeyed.  Sara could not believe how the roles had changed, now she was following orders from the weapon she had previously commanded.  As per the Witchblade's demands, Sara removed her jeans and pushed her panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them as they finished sliding down her sleek, silky legs.  The black liquid coated Sara's right arm completely, and guided her hand to her cunt.  Sara closed her eyes and braced herself, her arm was no longer under her control.  The Witchblade manipulated Sara's delicate fingers to open her labia folds, while several small tendrils slithered out of the mass covering her hand. Sara shuddered, the pleasure was undeniably great as the Witchblade's small tentacles caressed her swollen labia, making her wet with arousal juices.  The tentacles spread apart her petals while a thicker mass began to extrude from her palm.  Sara gasped in shock as it suddenly rocketed up her womanhood, and worked in unison with the smaller tendrils to quickly bring her to orgasm.

Sara fell over from the sudden surge of guilty pleasure.  She fell on her back, and writhed on the floor, gasping continuously as the Witchblade worked on her pussy.  The large tendril pumped in and out of her like a well-oiled piston while the smaller tendrils continued to stimulate her pussy folds, spreading them farther and farther apart.  She felt two more tentacles erupt from her wrist to coil around her thighs, applying pressure to both of them and spreading her legs further apart.  Her free hand reached above her head and grabbed the leg of the nearby bed for support.  More tendrils crawled across her skin in efforts to stimulate her, several of which crawled beneath the cups of her bra to fondle her luscious mammaries.  Sara's back constantly arched with increasingly intense pleasure spasms, her womb filling with the Witchblade's relentless touch.  Sara's body writhed against the carpet with pleasure, her bra cups were completely filled with the Witchblade's dark matter, causing her nipples to throb and harden.  Sara's loud, sensual gasps erupted in a scream of sexual release, her cunt spilling an endless torrent of juices into the Witchblade.  The living black oil absorbed its wearer's honey like a pump, sucking on Sara from inside her hot fucktunnel.  Sara groaned hoarsely each time she felt the Witchblade collect more of her juices; the obscene weapon siphoned between her legs until her cunt was milked dry.

As it promised, the remorseless weapon ceased its ravages after ten minutes.  It retracted itself back into Sara's wrist and changed its appearance to resemble a watch once again.  Sara stood up after catching her breath, and wiped some excess cum off her splattered legs.  She then sat down on the bed, and tried to ignore the pleasure that continued to linger on her cunt and nipples.

"Fuck you..." Sara sobbed to the Witchblade.

***

The room was full of cages.  A smell of perspiration and vaginal juices hung on the air like an overcoat, and the sounds of moaning women echoed like a chorus.  Jean Grey slept soundly in her pen, naked as all the other women were.  Her alluring breasts heaved as she slept, her nipples prominently erect from the constant arousal she felt.  Her pussy burned continuously, a sensation that started ever since she first was raped by Sebastien, and has not stopped since.  The lovely redhead was telepathic, and ever since her inhibitions were set free, she used her powers regularly for her own erotic pleasures.  Currently she moaned and rolled as her mind probed the minds of the other girls around her, either feeding off their memories of lust or their current lustful behaviours.  In a cage near Jean's, there were two women.  They constantly made love, never ceasing.  Their lust-soaked minds provided a constant source of erotic bliss for the voracious telepath.  Jean groaned as she felt the pleasure spike that accompanied an orgasm, one that she read off one of the women she was scanning.  She writhed against the floor with pleasure spasms, moaning and fondling herself out of carnal need.  Her pussy bursted with honey, splattering against her thighs and on the cold concrete floor beneath her.

"Thank you Abbey and Sydney." she whispered, a nod to the couple who endlessly coupled.  Jean rubbed her red-furred bush, collecting some of her own feminine cream.  She licked her sex-scented fingers clean, shuddering in delight as she savoured her own honey.

As she licked the last of the delicious fluid clean, she was startled by the sound of her own cage door opening.  She looked and saw a pair of female handlers reach out to her.  Before she could even ponder what was going on, they had taken her out and dragged her upstairs.

The next few moments were spent quickly cleaning off the dried sweat and vaginal juices off her body.  Her body was quickly scrubbed with sweet-smelling soaps and shampoos were scrubbed through her fiery red locks.  The experience was pleasurable but brief, as the keepers that bathed her seemed anxious to take Jean elsewhere.  They dried off Jean hastily, taking large fluffy towels and wiping her dry as they walked her down a long hallway.  As they finished drying off her hair they opened a door at the end and threw her inside.  Jean staggered into a large, well-furnished office where a roaring fire blazed in a fireplace on the far wall.  Standing before the conflagration was a large man with a dark silk bathrobe and slicked back dark hair.  Although he appeared normal, even a casual glance revealed something demonic in his appearance.  That was because he was Sebastien.

Before Jean stood the demon she worshipped above all else, even her own life.  Ever since he raped her, she has become obsessed with him.  Her pussy dribbled with juices at his mere presence, bringing Jean to her knees in a gesture of worship and lust.

"I have called you here quickly Jean because I need you.  I have chosen you over Caitlin Fairchild." Sebastien explained, his eyes roving over Jean's naked body.  "I came to the realization that she was not worthy of being my whore.  So I sent her to the whorehell.  There she will fornicate with demons for the rest of her life.  Low-level demons, ones that she is worthy of fucking."

"She was not worthy to experience you my master." Jean purred, groping herself wantonly before Sebastien.  She cupped her own tits and stroked her tender nipples, attempting to arouse the dark man before her.  "I beg for you to consider me.  I long for you to fill me with your seed, in any way you desire."

Sebastien stepped closer to Jean, causing her to stop moving.  He casually walked around her, admiring her every curve.  From her luscious, creamy tits to her smooth back and her round buttocks, the woman was truly a pinnacle of feminine beauty.  He stepped right in front of Jean and stared down at her.  Jean looked up at him longingly, which was when Sebastien slapped her hard across the face.

"Beg." he said.

"Please fuck me, my master!" Jean begged ecstatically, gripping the dark man's leg and rubbing her cheek against it.

"Get on all fours." Sebastien ordered.  "Do you feel you deserve to be on all fours like a dog?"

"Yes my master." Jean said ecstatically as she crawled on all fours, her luscious ass facing towards Sebastien as an offering.  "I am your whore, and you can act upon your wildest desires with me."

Sebastien removed his bathrobe and knelt behind Jean, the redhead quivering with anticipation as she felt his warm body slide closer to her.  Sebastien knocked apart her legs and knelt right behind her.  He lingered for a moment as he cupped Jean's smooth buttocks, fondling and caressing her smooth, warm flesh.  Jean shuddered from her master's touch, wanting   She stiffened with anticipation as she felt the tip of his hard cock brush against her inner thigh.  She knew he was teasing her, waiting for the moment when her need would be greatest.

Jean moaned as Sebastien's hands roved over her body, caressing and fondling her every curve; from her back to her stomach, thighs and dangling breasts; nothing was left unmolested.  Jean felt her womanhood grow hot and wet and she spread her legs apart farther, tears welling in her eyes with desperate need.  Sensing her lust had reached a pinnacle, Sebastien, with one hard thrust, drove himself up her pussy.  Jean moaned blissfully as she felt the hard meat of her master slide deeper into her belly.  Large hands wrapped around Jean's flopping tits and fondled them roughly, enfolding her nipples between pinching fingers.  Jean's elbows began to quiver as Sebastien humped her like a wild dog.  The intensity and intense force from each thrust was grinding Jean into the floor, his cock stroking her hot insides as it expanded.  Jean drooled with lust onto the cold marble floor beneath her, she wrapped her legs around Sebastien's torso as she felt herself coming.  The dark man came first, his climax accompanied by a beastly roar as he experienced the ecstasy of his cum bursting into Jean's womb.  Jean groaned, her muscles tightening and her voice becoming louder as she came soon after her master did.  Her back arched and tensed, her mind foggy with rapture as he cunt milked her lover's pole dry.

"Again...master...please...now my mouth thirsts for your cream..." Jean begged as she slumped to the floor, her body still weak and numb from the previous orgasm.

"Get up." a voice said, it was male but Jean did not recognize it as Sebastien.

"Ma'am.  The bus has stopped." said the driver, tapping Jean lightly on the shoulder.

Jean abruptly woke up and quickly walked off the bus without saying a word.  She retrieved her sole piece of luggage, and old gym bag, and fished into the side pocket.  She pulled out a folded bus ticket for the next bus, which was due in just under an hour.

"I had that dream again." Jean thought to herself.  She looked down at the ticket and read it over out of boredom, skimming over the destination.  "I have to get there quickly." she thought.

***

An unknown level of Hell

"And that is all of them?" Affir asked.

"Yes." replied Gerr obediently, Sebastien's former assistant bowing before the elder demon, the sole survivor of the original demons involved with the original demon mother attempt.

"And you have no idea which one it could be?" the tall demon asked, his hooded face completely invisible.

"Any one of them could be pregnant.  The tomb raider.  The bearer of the blade.  The water maiden.  The telepath.  Even Sebastien's former slave.  The energy escaped the Witchblade wearer, but it could've gone into anyone of them after that, anyone."

Affir paused, his hoods shifting as he moved his body into a contemplative pose.  "And do you have any idea when this baby will be born?"

"I am even unsure of that." Gerr answered.  "This is truly unprecedented.  Energy from an ancient weapon, rejected from its host, only to to escape and find a place in a new womb.  Possibly as soon as a few weeks.  Demon spawn in human females always mature very quickly, and I am assuming that the energy was already aged somewhat before it entered it's new mother.  But I have even no idea what will be born.  Perhaps mankind's destroyer, or its saviour.  Or perhaps nothing notable at all.  One thing is certain however, it will not be human; but possess the life force of a demon."

"As well as some of a demon's power." Affir said presumably.

Gerr nodded.  "Enhanced strength, shape shifting, mind control, powers that were similar to Master Reaver's.  After all, he was the closest thing to the child's father."

"And chances are, the monstrous appearance of a demon." Affir added.

"Yes, quite likely."

Affir sighed heavily and shook his hooded head with dismissal.  "I have never had an interest in this place, and all of my brethren who did are now dead.  It just proves my point.  Sebastien, his foolish fetish for human females cost him his life, and led to everyone's demise.  Earth is not worth our attention."

"Including Master Reaver." Gerr muttered regretfully.

"Yes, even Reaver has departed us."

"And the demon spawn?"  Gerr asked.

"I do not care about it."

"If I may disagree sir, would you not say it is at least worth watching?"

Affir paused for a moment, contemplating Gerr's suggestion.  "Perhaps." he replied.  "Let us watch from afar Gerr.  But we will not intervene.  Let it ravage the earth, let it save humanity, let it die by human hands, I don't care.  It is officially the human race's problem now."

THE END