By Bernie

"You sure you'll be okay?" asked Aspen Matthews as she walked along the mountain path.

"Yes," replied Jean Grey, the psychic redhead walked behind her with a heavy pack around her back.

"I don't think she meant the heavy backpack," said Sara, also carrying a heavy pack.  "I think she meant, the...connection."

"I'll be fine," said Jean, a touch of annoyance present in her voice.  "I've been through much worse."

"You didn't have to come you know." said Lara Croft, who walked in front to lead the women.  "You could have stayed behind in London."

"I'll be fine!" snapped Jean.  "Will you get off my back already?!!"

The three women who questioned the redhead fell silent, and the group remained silent until they set up camp for the night.  Four tents went up, each one large enough for one woman to sleep in.  After starting a fire and cooking dinner, the three women found it too awkward to eat silently.  "So..." said Lara through bites of beef jerky, her mind scanning for phrases to break the tension.  "How's everyone?"

"Please Lara," said Sara as she put down her thermos.  "That's hardly an ice breaker."

"Here's one for an ice-breaker," said Jean, "why the hell are we walking across Ireland?"

"Because, there's no vehicle rental place around here, and we don't even know exactly where to go." explained Lara.  "Your little vision didn't really specify where in Ireland did it?"

"He said Northern Ireland." said Jean defensively.

"That really narrows it down!" yelled Lara, her voice fuming.  "I don't mind camping out here, but if you do, you shouldn't have come here you prissy little bitch!"

"Whoa!" said Aspen as she put her hand in front of Lara.  "Settle down Lara."

Lara paused for a moment, glaring at Jean, who sat silently across from her.  After cooling off, Lara finally said, "Sorry Jean.  It's just that well, I hate it when people whine about hiking.  I love it personally, and Ireland is beautiful."

"Whatever," mumbled Jean as she sat with her head hung low.  "Where are we again?"

"The Sperrin Mountains," replied Lara, her voice groaning with impatience again.  "Like I told you a million times before."

"Sorry, I keep forgetting." said Jean, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"What do you say we all go to sleep huh?" said Sara, deciding conversation was not the best idea.

"Yeah, good night." said Lara, agreeing and wondering why she even bothered suggesting it.

That night, the four women slept in their separate tents.  Sara, Lara and Aspen all slept in thick sleeping bags while wearing thick fleece clothing, to protect themselves from the cold mountain nights.  Jean Grey, sleeping on top of her sleeping bag, had just removed her pants, and her skin still radiated heat while beads of sweat began oozing out of her every pore.  Jean tossed and turned in the small tent, constantly wondering why she was so hot.  Jean finally pulled her thick sweater over her head, her sweaty breasts free from their confinement, leaving the shapely redhead clad only in a pair of sweaty panties.  Jean pulled the undergarment off her hips, her finger brushing by her pussy, which excited her immensely.  "Why is this happening?!" asked Jean as she saw no end to the torment her body was going through.

Sebastien sat in his seat as he watched Caitlin Fairchild's nude body writhe on the floor.  Her belly had swollen slightly and her breasts were bloated with milk.  Her curvacious form was covered in sweat, staining the carpet beneath her.  Sebastien sighed as he watched his pet suffer, but was more frustrated at the fact that until she gave birth, there was to be no sex.  Sebastien undid his seatbelt and opened an overhead compartment on the private plane above his seat, producing a suitcase.  Inside the case, the demon man pulled out a pink silk robe.  "If I can't have her," the demon man thought, "I might as well clothe her."  "Caitlin," he said, his mindless sex slave instantly focused on him the instant he uttered her name.  "Put this on."

Caitlin weakly stood up, her knees trembling and her hands clutching her belly.  Handing her the robe, Caitlin seemed confused at first, as if handed an unknown object.  Sebastien smiled at the sight, Caitlin so enslaved to her pussy she no longer knew what clothing was.  Taking the robe back, the dark man gently raised her arms and slid each one into a sleeve of the robe, tying the belt gently around her pregnant stomach.  "Thank you master," Caitlin said through trembling lips, her hand still clutching her belly.  Placing his hands on Caitlin's, Sebastien looked at his pet and said with a smile, "Are you thirsty?"  Caitlin smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what that question really meant.

Sebastien undid his belt and Caitlin hungrily pulled down his pants, the demon man's cock hanging erect.  Caitlin stared at the veined pole with lust in her eyes, drooling at the sight of her master's manhood.  Opening her mouth wide, Caitlin lunged upon the member with wanton hunger, enfolding her lips around the pole and drawing it into the depths of her mouth.  The redhead wrapped her tongue around the hard meaty shaft, drool oozing out the side of her mouth while coating Sebastien's member with it.  Caitlin licked every inch of his hot, stiff rod before pulling it out and moving down to her master's balls.  Caitlin stuffed one of them into her mouth, sucking and licking on it like candy before doing the same to the other.  Caitlin grasped Sebastien's hot dick with her fingers to guide it back to her gaping mouth.  Caitlin continued her fabulous tongue bath on the meatpole until she felt Sebastien expand within her mouth and grunt with a climax, the tip of his cock exploding with hot sperm.  Caitlin greedily swallowed every last drop, some of the white cream dripping from her lips.  Sebastien grabbed a handful of her red locks and pulled her head back before he stopped cumming, sending a spray of his jism across her face and neck.  Caitlin excitedly licked her lips and held her mouth wide open, hoping to catch as much as she could.  Caitlin fell to the ground in a lust-fueled frenzy, opening her robe in the front and frantically licking her cleavage for the last few drops of her master's sweet nectar.  Sebastien pulled his pants back up as he watched his Caitlin act like a bitch in heat, her head buried in her own gorgeous bosom.

Sebastien kneeled down beside her as she finished, her spit-soaked breasts hanging freely out of the robe's confines.  Focusing upon their massive size, and volumous milk resevoirs, Sebastien smiled as he grabbed her left tit and moved his mouth right up against her nipple and put pressure on her hooter...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed Jean as she felt the sensation of Sebastien milking her tits, the pleasure driving her sex-starved body to an orgasm, fresh honey leaking out of her pussy and onto the sleeping bag.  Jean panted in her tent, her sweaty body still burning in the cold air of the night.  Jean cupped her tits with her hands, finding them to be extremely sweaty while her nipples stood extremely erect from arousal.  The psychic redhead rolled her hands atop her fleshy mammaries, enjoying in the sensation of feeling them heave up and down with her breathing.  Inhaling deep, Jean relished in the smell of her orgasms, especially prevelant within the small tent.  Jean closed her eyes and smiled, her wet pussy feeling the kiss of the cool air against her throbbing clitoris.  "What's wrong...oh." said a voice, interrupting Jean's paradise.  Jean snapped her eyes open and saw Lara, Sara and Aspen all huddled at her tent door, with Lara holding a flashlight.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!!" yelled Jean, furious that her sexual nirvana was disrupted.  "Get lost!!"

"So sorry." Lara said awkwardly as she shut off the flashlight.  Sara and Aspen walked away silently, until they were a few metres away where their tents sat.  "She's got great tits," whispered Aspen as she nudged Sara on the arm.  "Told ya," smirked Sara.  "She's pretty hot all over, you should see her ass." the witchblade wielder said.

"Bet it's not as good as yours," said Aspen as she slapped Sara hard on her buttocks.

"OW!" yelped Sara as she tried to restrain her shock.

"Gotcha." said Aspen playfully.

"Good one Aspen." mused Sara, rubbing her ass.  "Good night."  The burnette walked back to her tent, crawling inside and zipping the door.  Sara wrapped herself in her sleeping bag and tried to fall back asleep, when she heard the zipper door becoming undone.  Sara's witchblade gem glowed as she stood ready to defend herself, when the policewoman saw who it was.  "Oh, it's you Aspen," Sara said as she took a sigh of relief.  "What is it?"

"C'mon Sara," said Aspen sensuously as she crawled like a cat into the small tent.  When the marine biologist was fully inside, she turned around and zipped the door again, sealing the two women inside.  Aspen stood on all fours, her body hovering above Sara's, which was wrapped in a sleeping bag.  "You come home after I don't see you for weeks, and we haven't made love since you got here.  You're a detective, figure it out."

"Now isn't the best time," explained Sara, "it's really cold, and Jean is here, and we're on a mission."

"So what?" said Aspen as she lowered herself gently on top of Sara, her torso now weighted upon Sara's.  Aspen gently carressed Sara's cheek, pushing a stray strand of brown hair out of the policewoman's face.  "You're so beautiful," purred Aspen, "I've missed you like crazy.  I can't wait any longer."

"Aspen..." said Sara quietly, when Aspen put her finger to Sara's lips to silence her.  "Shhh..." she shooshed, keeping her finger on top of Sara's plush lips.  Sara instinctively took it into her mouth and licked it gently, swirling her tongue around the digit and coating it with her hot saliva.  Aspen pulled her finger back and put it into her own mouth, tasting her lover's saliva with relish.  Aspen gently pulled away the top of Sara's sleeping bag and let herself fall on top of the burnette, their crotches and tits pressing against each other.  Aspen and Sara wrapped their arms around each other fiercely before frenching voraciously, the two women devouring each other's lips and tongues with no restraint, as weeks of mutual, built-up lust came out full force.  Aspen and Sara panted heavily as the hot kiss became fiercer, their tongues entwining and embracing like separate entities.  Aspen moved her hand down to Sara's waist and pulled the bottom of her shirt up, revealing her slender but built waist.  Sara's hand wandered to Aspen's butt, where she pulled down the sweat pants Aspen wore and revealed her naked cheeks.  "No underwear," said Sara through the passionate kiss before shoving her tongue against Aspen's again.  "You're such a slut."

Aspen broke off the kiss for a moment and pulled her thick sweater over her head, revealing she also wore no bra.  "Damn right," said Aspen as she panted, her tits heaving as she breathed.  Aspen laid her body against Sara's, cupping the cop's tits through her shirt as Sara pulled the sleeping bag over her and her scantily clad lover.  Underneath the sleeping bag, Aspen reached under the bottom of Sara's sweat shirt and drove her hands up to carress Sara's tits, which were also not confined within a bra.  Aspen grinned as she continued frenching Sara, the women drinking a steady flow of saliva from each other's mouths.  "Slut," Aspen whispered through her kissing.  Sara pulled the sweat shirt over her head, leaving her torso bare.  Aspen broke off the blissful kiss and dove into Sara's bosom, licking the valley between Sara's tits.  Sara gasped as Aspen licked her smooth skin, her tongue electrifying every nerve it touched.  Aspen continued flowing down Sara's curvacious body, her tongue running down her tits, her rib cage, her smooth belly, before reaching the waistband of her pants.  Aspen pulled the elastic waist down, revealing Sara's wet pussy mound.  Inhaling her sweet musky aroma in the darkness of the sleeping bag, Aspen teased Sara's clit with her tongue, brushing against it without penetrating it.

"Suck my clit!" demanded Sara as she gyrated her hips erotically.  Aspen threw off the cover of the sleeping bag and turned her body around, so that her juicy clit hovered over Sara's head.  Sara smiled as she reached for Aspen's asscheeks to bring her womanhood down to her lips.  Sara held Aspen's pussy above her, the witchblade wearer inhaled deeply, drinking in Aspen's vaginal musk before slipping her tongue into the folds of the tanned woman's pussy.  Aspen gasped into Sara's cunt as Sara sucked ravenously on Aspen's black haired bush.  Aspen clenched her hands into fists and grabbed the sleeping bag for support, the erotic pleasure drowning her brain as she fell limply atop Sara, the policewoman's pussy mound inches away from her tongue, yet Aspen found her strength drained and her mind too lost in ecstasy.  Aspen closed her eyes and moaned loudly as Sara pleasured her, her wet tongue swirling around in her fucktunnel, her pussy burning with lust as Sara kissed it.  Without warning Aspen orgasmed, sending streams of hot honey down her lover's throat.  Aspen rested her head on top of Sara's smooth belly, the scent of Sara's horny clit making her dizzy combined with the reek of her own orgasms.  "Aspen," said Sara, "c'mon you slut.  Show me why I fucked you on that island all night."

Aspen grinned and nodded before she gently moved her head to Sara's throbbing vagina and devoured it.  Sara groaned loudly in pleasure as she finally found relief from the burning in her loins.  Sara gyrated her hips erotically in tune to Aspen's tongue fucks, shoving Aspen's face directly into her crotch, burying it.  Sara lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs around Aspen's head, locking it into place.  Sara saw Aspen's dripping snatch bob invitingly in front of her as Aspen pleasured Sara, so the insatiable cop dove into it again, eliciting another loud gasp from Aspen, who in turn, sucked harder on Sara's love-starved hole.  Now both women were panting into each other's clits, each of them feeling their lover's hot breath against their crotches.  Both women madly sucked on each other's cunts while their tongues swirled around within their sexes until they orgasmed in unison, each woman feeding their lover a large serving of cum.  The two horny women voraciously lapped up each other's cum like dogs, both relishing in the sweet taste of their orgasms.  Once it was over and the two panting women were satisfied, Aspen collapsed completely, her body drained of energy and dripping in sex fluids.  Both women fell asleep, with Aspen on top of Sara's pussy bush, and Sara with Aspen's dark pubic hair tickling her lips.

Lara Croft slept soundly in her tent, unaware of the beastial acts going on two tents down from her.  Lara slept so soundly she didn't notice the tent door open.  Lara awakened suddenly however the instant the blindfold made contact with her eyes.  Lara cried out but found herself suddenly unable to speak as the blindfold was tied tightly around her head.  Lara felt a body crawl into the tent and hover itself above her.  From what the British woman could tell, it was a naked woman.  The mystery woman opened Lara's sleeping bag, Lara finding herself unable to move, as if anticipating something.  Lara felt the mystery woman's hot breath on her face, which Lara almost found arousing, being a blind prisoner of this person.  Lara felt the woman kiss her on the lips, her tongue entering her mouth and massage Lara's own tongue.  Lara's brain told her to resist and fight back, but somehow Lara wasn't listening and found herself kissing back with secular enthusiasm, the archaeologist's pussy becoming moist and throbbed with excitement.  The mystery woman broke off the kiss and Lara felt her pants being removed, followed by her panties, which was now sticky from her juices.  The woman slid the sticky garment down Lara's legs and thrust her tongue down Lara's snatch.  Lara gasped and moaned, spreading her legs farther apart to allow her rapist deeper access down her uterus.  The rapist responded with more furious sucking and thrusting, completely devouring Lara's throbbing pussy lips with her own lips.  Lara threw her head back and forth as the pleasure overloaded in her brain, her blindfold now soaked in tears and sweat.  With a loud gasp, which Lara tried to smother, the British woman orgasmed, sending globs of vaginal honey down the mystery woman's throat.  The mystery woman remained stationed at Lara's snatch until she milked the horny Brit dry.  Then, as soon as she finished, she left the panting woman alone in her tent.  "No..." said Lara weakly.  She tried to stop her tormentor, but she found her legs and arms were like massive weights for some reason, and could not beg for more.  After a few moments, Lara recovered, and masterbated for hours.   When she finally went to sleep, she had several wet dreams about her annonymous tormentor.

Early in the morning, Aspen Matthews crawled out of Sara Pezinni's tent, where she had slept with her lover after having sex.  The athletic woman stretched her stiff limbs and basked in the cool mountain air, her hot naked body feeling the cool kisses of the wind.  Aspen giggled as she put on her pants and sweater, knowing how mischievious and naughty she was last night.  After she finished dressing, Aspen crawled back into her tent and laid down in her sleeping bag.  "Ahhh....Sara..." she thought.  "I love you."

After the four women got up, they had breakfast, through which all of them ate silently, and commenced their hike through the mountain.  As they walked, Jean felt a thought rush into her head.

"Where are we going?" asked Caitlin as she sat obediently in the helicopter, her voluptuous body clad in her silk robe.

"There," said Sebastien as he pointed out the window towards a black temple in the horizon.

"Jean?" asked Sara, concerned about the psychic girl's sudden lack of reaction.

"I know where they are," said Jean.  "Follow me." she said as she ran.

After running for about forty minutes, the four women saw the temple standing before them.  "Is this what you saw in Egypt?" asked Lara as she examined it, looking at Sara for an answer.   "Yes," responded the Italian cop, her witchblade gauntlet expanding to encase her body in sharp metal barbs.  "Then we're dealing with some sort of cult," said Lara as she drew out her guns.  "A demon cult, and that girl is some kind of avatar for something."

"She is, and that something is an ultimate demon," said Jean.  "She's pregnant, and she'll give birth once all the elder demons fertilize her egg."

"Well, let's make sure this one doesn't get a chance." said Lara as she clipped fresh cartridges into her pistols.

"Reilan," said Sebastien as he saw a four foot man-like demon stand at the altar.  "I didn't expect you to be here."

"Shut up Sebastien," said Reilan in a thick Irish accent.  "You've always tormented me because I was short, but there's nothing short about my abilities."  The short demon, who resembled a bald man with a greenish hue to his skin, undid his loincloth, revealing a penis that was unusually long for a creature of his height.  "Nor of this."

"Please," said Sebastien as he turned away.  "No need to bring that out for my sake."  Sebastien pulled Caitlin by the hand towards the altar, her eyes fixated on the midget's dick.  Sebastien undid Caitlin's robe, letting it fall gently along her curves to the floor.  Reilan grinned as he saw Caitlin's nude body, "You are truly food for the devil lords," the Irish demon cackled.  "That's exactly what I said to her when I first met her," smirked Sebastien as he laid Caitlin gently on the altar, goosebumps erupting on her skin as the cold stone touched her back.  Sebastien spread Caitlin's legs apart, her musky cunt scent driving him wild with arousal.  Sebastien had to fight hard to resist the inviting allure of Caitlin's pussy.  "You..may begin." Sebastien said to Reilan with disgust.

Reilan excitedly jumped on the altar and squatted between Caitlin's legs, the redhead's body a giant compared to her rapist.  Reilan gripped her thighs with his hands and thrust his hips into her crotch, penetrating her cunt with his surprisingly large dick.  "Mmm..." moaned Caitlin as the sweet sensation of penetration flooded her pussy.  Reilan laid himself on top of Caitlin, his dick still firmly buried within her vulva.  The short demon's head sat between Caitlin's massive hooters, which jiggled as the demon thrust his man-meat into her, Caitlin gasping with every thrust.  Reilan grabbed one of her massive tits and wrapped his lips around her nipple, biting deeply into her flesh.  Caitlin screamed as Reilan bit into her tit, her body jerking in pain which only increased the pleasure for Reilan.  Reilan continued thrusting his hips into her crotch while sucking on her tit, drawing milk from the swollen mammary and drinking it, smacking his lips with satisfaction.  Caitlin writhed with pleasure underneath the short demon, the hard meat filling her uterus stiffening rapidly, ready to shoot more seed into her ripe womb.

Sebastien watched this act with contempt, envious of the midget demon.  "Show-off," he muttered as he turned away and tried to ignore his loveslave's lustful wails.

The four women walked into the temple, Lara in the lead with a flare to guide them through the pure darkness within.  After wandering down a long narrow hallway, they reached a room with four doors, each one going down a separate corridor.  "Great," said Lara sarcastically.  "I've always hated temples with multiple paths."

"Jean, you're psychically connected to the girl right?" asked Sara.  "Can't you tell where she is?"

"I tried," said Jean, "but there's something weird about this temple.  I can't get a fix on her."

"Fine," interrupted Lara, "there's four of us, four corridors, do the math.  Holler if you find the girl, and meet back here in half an hour tops.  Got it?"

"Yes," Jean, Sara and Aspen all said in unison.  The four women went their separate ways, each one ventured down a different corridor.  Jean thought to herself, "Lara may be a bitch, but her pussy tasted good."  The psychic girl smiled at the memory of last night as she tongue-fucked a blindfolded Lara while holding her down telekinetically.  "Maybe I'll do her again when this is all over," the redhead thought, her mind not focused on the mission.

After walking through the hallway, following it's dizzying series of twists and turns, Jean's mind still focused on her sexual fantasies, which resulted in her walking straight into the altar room unaware of her predicament until Sebastien began laughing.

Jean opened her eyes in shock as reality sunk in.  The man who raped her stood before her, his grin spreading across his face while the tall woman who kissed and restrained her laid on an altar while a midget raped her, the pleasure Caitlin experienced was felt by Jean, who tried desperately to restrain it.  "Stop...right...there..." Jean said slowly as she squeezed her legs together to close her vagina tightly.  Sebastien noticed this and stepped closer while Reilan ignored the redhead's threat, Caitlin shaking violently from the midget's powerful humping motions.  With Caitlin's moans of ecstacy echoeing through the room, Jean found the fight to restrain the intoxicating pleasure she and Caitlin shared almost impossible to win, as she felt trickles of warm vaginal juices flow through her panties to stain her trembling legs.  Jean looked up and saw Sebastien walking towards her, his stride confident and his expression pure evil.  "Stay...away..from...me..." said Jean through deep breaths as she felt like an orgasm would rush over her at any moment.  The psychic mutant formed a telekinetic shield to keep the demon man away, but the redhead's mind was unfocused, and the shield flickered in and out of existence until she couldn't keep it solid any longer.

"Don't deny it," said Sebastien, his voice echoeing through Jean's mind, along with Caitlin's increasingly loud moans.  Jean tried turning away but was enraptured by the sight of the teenager being raped, her arms desperately clinging to the edges of the altar to restrain her body from pleasure spasms.  Jean moaned as she saw this, her resistance to the carnal temptations fading.  "You share a mental link with my Caitlin," said Sebastien, whom Jean just realized was right in front of her.  Sebastien cupped her chin and lifted it gently, her eyes gazed upon the dark man's handsome features.  "It means you love her, and you loved me raping you."

"No...." said Jean weakly, although in truth, it was true.

"Yes..." said Sebastien, his voice hypnotic to Jean's horny body.  "Your pussy craves for me," the man whispered as his other hand went to the waistband of her pants.  "No...." moaned Jean as she closed her eyes, the resistance in her body fading while the mental link between her and Caitlin intensified.  Sebastien reached under her pants, under her sticky panties and carressed her cunt, soaking wet with her juices.  Jean gasped as the demon massaged her clit, his hands igniting her every nerve.  "Let it go," whispered Sebastien in her ear, the man's tongue licking it gently.  Jean shuddered loudly as her last ounce of resistance disappeared, the mental link between her and Caitlin absolute and the vaginal juices that accumulated within her gushed out like a waterfall, drenching her panties and soaked through her pants.  Jean fell weakly against Sebastien, submitting to the pleasure.  The demon's hand continued to molest her cunt, his hand coated with her honey.  Jean panted heavily against the demon man's chest, her drool staining his shirt.  Jean weakly looked up at Sebastien, who smiled as he thrust two fingers into her pussy.  Jean screamed as Sebastien rammed his digits and poked against her insides.  This, coupled with the feelings she shared with Caitlin, caused Jean to orgasm instantly, sending another gush of fresh honey down her cunt as she screamed into Sebastien's chest, her trembling arms hanging weakly onto the demon man's muscular frame for support.

Caitlin felt Reilan coming and let go of the altar's edges to allow herself to drown in her orgasm's pleasure.  Caitlin gasped with steady rhythm in sync with Reilan's humping motions, while the licentious redhead bucked her hips to constantly meet with the midget's crotch.  Caitlin gasped madly as Reilan thrust into her like a piston, her body rocking with his powerful ramming until he climaxed, hot seed bursting out of his cock to fertilize Caitlin's egg.  Caitlin screamed loudly as indescribable pleasure washed over her brain, spreading the feeling all over her body.  Caitlin's massive tits shot up in the air as she arched her back in a blissful spasm, her nipples feeling like they were about to burst with the milk her tits were filled with.  Caitlin screamed over and over, her body bucking like a wild animal as Reilan continually pumped his seed, until Caitlin felt an unbelievable pleasure peak in her womb, and passed out from the carnal overload.

Jean felt the full brunt of Caitlin's climax and orgasmed just as ferociously, the redhead's pants now completely soaked with honey while her sweaty white t-shirt clung to her every curve, her nipples stabbing against the nearly transparent material.  Jean fell unconscious against Sebastien as he pulled his hand out of her pants.  Sebastien sniffed Jean's honey which coated his hand while the redhead laid limp at his feet.  Sebastien kissed Jean on the forehead and wiped his hand clean on her tank top, rubbing mostly against her chest.  "Slut," he said as he grinned.

Reilan dismounted Caitlin, the giant beauty sleeping in a pose of ecstasy, like a snapshot in the middle of her orgasmic convulsions.  "She was incredible," said Reilan to Sebastien, who wrapped Caitlin's robe around her sweaty body, the material clinging to her every curve.  "I want her again." said Reilan ecstatically.

"Later," replied Sebastien as he cradled the sleeping girl in his arms.  "Why don't you take that one instead?" the demon man suggested, turning his head towards Jean Grey.  "She's no Caitlin, but quite a piece of meat."

"Excellent," said Reilan as he rubbed his hands in anticipation.  "Goodbye Sebastien, and Caitlin."

"Farewell, Reilan." the demon man said as the wall behind him opened, allowing him to escape.  The doorway closed itself a few moments after Sebastien and his loveslave disappeared into the shadows, on their way to the next altar.

Reilan walked towards Jean's body and undid her pants, already wet with her own cum.  The midget demon tore off Jean's panties, dripping in her sex juices.  The midget demon lifted the sticky garment and sniffed it, relishing in the scent of the girl's orgasms.  The demon put his new treasure aside and gazed at the redhead's scarlet-haired cunt, already glistening with sex.  As he was about to penetrate it with his still rock-hard cunt, the demon felt a sharp pain in his forehead.  Putting his hand on his head, he felt blood and looked up to see three more women at the door, one of them with a smoking pistol in her hand.  The demon felt his consciousness before he could do anything about them, and fell backwards to hit the floor in cold death.

"Jean?!" yelled Aspen, Lara and Sara as they all ran to the redhead's side.  "My god," thought Sara as she looked at Jean's abused body, "this little fucker did this?"

Jean moaned as she regained partial consciousness, her head still reeling from her intense orgasms, while her pussy still throbbed with desire.  "What?" she said in a puzzled daze as her vision focused to reveal Sara, Lara and Aspen standing by her, all their faces revealing their concern.  Jean, no longer morally objective about reading minds without permission, reached out and saw their genuine concern for her well being.  Jean smiled at that, her mind at ease knowing that even though they were hard on her, they still cared.

"I'm fine," said Jean as she weakly tried to stand up. Aspen and Sara grabbed her arms to help her as Jean found her strength was not enough to even lift her own body.  "Thanks you guys," she said, nodding and smiling to both women at her sides.

"What now?" asked Lara as she looked around the room, seeing no other doorways or escape routes.  "Any idea where they went?"

"None," answered Jean weakly.

"Uh..guys?" interrupted Aspen, her voice filled with concern.  "These temples disappear after they escape remember.  Shouldn't we get out?"

"Right," said Lara, "let's get out of here."

THE END