Blog Unbound: Academy of Escorts

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and taboo content, some of which may not even be possible. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

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The Academy of Escorts

Hannah has just finished her training as an Agent for Nevada’s Bureau of Brothel and Escort Licensing. “Agent” was really just a more politically tolerated word for a field regulator. It wasn’t like she was to go out and find serial killers! Still, she did have the power to arrest those in violation of prostitution laws, even if that was normally left to local law enforcement. It was a very interesting job, considering her fresh Criminal Justice (Law Enforcement) degree from the State University of Nevada. She wasn’t quite sure how she would apply her education once graduating, applying to a variety of relevant jobs, but the BBEL was looking for fresh faces. It was also somewhat prestigious, with there only being five budgeted agents, not counting contractors.

“Please have a seat, Agent Harker,” the Assistant Director of Licensing Review stated in his bland office, which contrasted with his lively demeanor. “I have your first assignment!”

“I’m excited!” she sat. As an Agent, her supervisor (an Assistant Director) depended on the task. Her true boss was the Bureau’s Director.

“Good,” Jameson stated with a smile, and passed over the brown folder. “I’m sure you already heard of the Academy of Nevada Escorts, and how we gave them a provisional Brothel License pending further review.”

“Yes, sir. That was a few weeks ago if I remember.”

“Well, as you know, they have been operating for about a year before the applied for a Brothel License. We did not push them to apply, us voting to not consider them a brothel when they first opened, but they they wanted to provide further training for their already licensed students. Once their paint was dry, they applied. A fact finding tour prior showed no evidence of actual Escort Services, and that was actually when their Headmaster told us to expect their brothel application. So, everything was fine.”

“Something’s changed?”

“Perhaps, Harker. At least indirectly, we can derive their activities, thanks to the Escort Licenses they provide their students. Something we voted that was OK, provided the applicants were already associated with a brothel. The risen concern is in what some are perceiving to be radical changes in their students. Now that they are more directly under our purview, we have seen some evidence of this.”

“Brainwashing? That seems a little out there. You don’t exactly need a personality reconstruction to get a license.”

“I know! However, this Academy is new and different, and not really something within the wording of the law … What we would like you to do is go undercover and become a student.”

“You want me to go into escort training?” she asked awkwardly.

“The reality is that we really don’t know what they’re doing. They are under no obligation to advertise their curriculum, and don’t. They’re kinda a private boarding school.”

“How long would I have to be there?”

“To answer both your questions, you need to go through the Academy’s coursed for as long as you think is necessary. If something is wrong, I’d expect you to find out fairly quickly.”

“All right …” she agreed with a sigh. Hannah didn’t expect such a case, but assuming she would not go as far as the advanced program, Hannah would not be having sex with strangers …

It was not particularly difficult to “infiltrate” the school. Indeed, they did not do a background check. One was expected to be done by the brothel for licensing, but Hannah expected to be gone long before. So, she was enrolled as Hannah Harker: auburn hair, blue eyes, 125 pounds, light completion, C-cup breasts, five feet and seven inches, size eight shoes. Such information was standard for licensing, while she was told it was also for “scenarios” in the courses. That, too, made sense, because clients often ask for specific ascetics. Plus, there was a questionnaire on her personal experience with sex, her interests, etc, which were not really that intrusive. Hannah started with the new class of five, while the prior started a month before. That was the usual cycle, while new students would stay largely separate from others for the first week or two as a consequence of scheduling. There were men enrolled, but there being so few — that was the present statistic for male escorts, she rarely saw them.

There were only two courses: standard and advanced. The latter came after licensing. The classes were often taught by the Headmaster, well, mistress Alexandria, who may be the only woman that made Hannah question her sexuality, but were often taught by others, usually women. The teachers to a lesser extent exhibited a similar raw sexuality, but Hannah did not think much of it at first, such a behavior probably beneficial to escorts.

Basically, the standard course was an expansion of the mandated training for escorts. What they really did more of, unlike anything a brothel would provide, was directly apply it it sex. The advantages of birth control, and how it can enhance the experience, the advantages of hygiene, etc. At the same time, she was required to study human sexuality from history to pornography. It was quite all objective, and made perfect sense. They did not hide what they were teaching: lust. Paying for sex was indeed something that rarely was anything else. In the first week she learned more about sexual passion at twenty-two most might learn in forty-two!

“You know, Hannah, I was wondering what you were doing before you decided to enrolled here,” the young, attractive, raven haired Liza asked. They sat in the quiet dining hall. The two were becoming friends, as they were roommates.

“Well,” Hannah started assuming she was not a great at lying, “Got a criminal justice degree.”

“Guess you wanted a career change!” Liza laughed pleasantly.

“Yeah!” Hannah chuckled. “I dunno. Didn’t wanna be a layer, so that degree’s not gonna be a big money maker. What about you?”

“Eh, college wasn’t for me,” Liza said. She was just barely twenty. “Dropped out recently, and thought I’d give this a try. Sounds crazy to go to school to be a hooker, but hey, it freaks the parents out!”

“Oh, yeah!”

“So, they got you watchin’ porn yet?”

“Uh, no … but the sexuality lectures are just about pornographic. Alexandria has me scheduled to watch her demonstrate sex this evening with one of her teachers.”

“I was talking with some of the students that’s been here for a month, and the said we should start in with that soon. You in the 3:30 course?”

“Yeah …?”

“Guess I’ll finally be joining you!”

Liza and Hannah sat next to each other. There were three other there: two men and a woman. The three said they were about a month ahead of them, and that their classes now consisted of the live sex lectures and porn. There was something very different about the three of them. They looked at each other and others with distinct lust in their eyes. It was like they were all but ready to have sex with anyone at any time. Hannah casually nudged more out of them about the classes a month into the program, but they did not forward anything unusual.

The radiant Alexandria walked into the room. The tall, dark haired woman, as always, had a very sexual air about her, yet at the same time, it was more somehow. Hannah found herself aroused by the site of her. She wore tight jeans, sole supporting flip-flips, and form fitting blouse. A young teacher then walked into the room. It was fair skinned Lucile, who Hannah knew as quite knowledgeable on Nevada law. The redheaded woman was on the shorter side, and athletically built. She wore a tight white blouse, too short short-shorts, and flip-flops.

“In the back,” Alexandria began, “You will have your specialized homework. Hannah and Liza, I thought it best to give you the same assignments, you being roommates. Now, Lucile and I will be fucking on this desk in a moment. A good scissoring is planned. In this case, she agreed to be passive. You must be prepared to accommodate the client. I have the real check for her to be my escort for the evening.” She took out a check from her left boob, and gave it to the clearly lustful Lucile. “She’s now mine for the session. Well, let’s do this!”

Lucile placed the check in her front left pocket, before the two hungry women began to make out. Alexandria slowly removed their clothes, while they deeply groped their tingling bodies. Alexandria helped Lucile onto the desk, and climbed on with her. Lucile was very passive, clearly taking more than giving. They then repositioned and intertwined their crotched for a lustful scissoring.

Hannah was incredibly aroused, but could not understand why. She thought she was completely straight, but her experience at the school already was forcing her to question that. She glanced over to the more seasoned schoolmates, who were more than enjoying the site. The three were embracing it, for lack of better words. Liza and Hannah then glanced at each other with confirming amazement.

Soon, the teachers were practically in a state of hot, sweaty orgasm. Yet, it was lasting longer than any orgasm should. Hannah was practically hypnotized by the site of lust, making time fly away. The two hit their true orgasms at different times, but kept going for almost an eternity. For the first time in her life, Hannah now knew what true lust looked like …

“Fuck! That was some crazy shit …” Liza breathed amazed, sitting on her bead.

“Yeah, unbelievable, Liza. She was Alexandria’s fuck toy.”

“Paid well. Did you see that fucking check? It was five-hundred bucks!”

“That was the point, Liza,” she shrugged, amazed at her acceptance. “Lucile agreed to the terms, and went with them. That’s what we’re being trained to do.”

“I guess so … Our homework is this porno: ‘The Accidental Hooker.’ About a woman reluctantly agreeing to fuck her husband’s friend for a lot of cash, and learning she loves loves to get paid for sex.”

“That’s rather on the nose!”

Hannah slipped the DVD into her laptop. It only hit her the moment the man and woman (husband and wife) were graphically fucking that this was the first time she ever sat down to watch a porno. At the same time, she was all right with what she was seeing. None of it was real, and they all were paid. Yet, she was passively against porn until just this moment. It was probably the environment, she concluded. The school was preparing them to be comfortable about sex, and people sometimes steal ideas from pornography.

“You watch porn much before coming here?” Hannah asked lightly through the blowjob moans.

“No, actually!” she breathed. “You?”

“No …”

“I kinda like it!” Liza exclaimed.

“Production values aren’t bad …” Hannah breathed, coming to like it, too, seeing the guy cum in the woman’s mouth. She swallowed, as did Hannah.

From that point on, they both happily watched, both incredibly aroused no matter what kind of sex it was. There was old fashioned missionary, anal, spooning, lesbian; it had everything! They even liked the plot where the woman was not really selling herself. She was largely in control, treating it like the job it was. It was almost uplifting.

They were both so aroused through it all that they were not always sure why neither started pleasuring themselves to it. The porno eventually ended with she and her husband off in the Caribbean, the husband paying her ahead for a long vacation of pleasure …

“That was fucking awesome!” Hannah exclaimed flustered.

“I know, right?” Liza breathed. “They know the good porn, I guess.”

Hannah ejected the DVD, and placed it in the box.

Liza was looking over her roommate, still super-aroused. She was not sure exactly why the idea came to her or why she proposed it. “Hannah …?”


“I got a twenty in my wallet …”

“What do yah think you’re gonna get for just twenty bucks?” Hannah laughed.

“Blow job?” she shrugged. She then took the twenty out of her wallet. “I pay you twenty to eat me out, and then you give me twenty for whatever. We won’t gain or loose anything!”

“OK …” she answered, amazed she was agreeing to that. Yet, she was easily just as hot and bothered as Liza.

Hannah took the twenty, and pocketed it. Liza then quickly stripped naked, before laying back on her bed. Heart fluttering, Hannah crawled between Liza’s long legs, licked her lips, and began to make out with the pussy lips. To her surprise, the humid, well trimmed pussy tasted kinda good. Also to her surprise, Hannah did not feel lost in the sexual act, having just seen quite a bit of it.

“Oooooh, wow, Hannah,” Liza moaned in compliment.

Going from both memory and lustful intuition, Hannah began to consume more hungrily. She wanted to give Liza her money’s worth.

“Oh, goah … Hannah … Those soft lips! I’ve never … FUCK yeah!” Liza writhed in orgasm.

Hannah unconsciously licked her lips wet from another woman’s juices. She was now more horny than ever! “I got a twenty, Liza,” she said in almost a growl. “How ‘bout a handjob?”

“Sure!” she breathed, now wanting to return Hannah’s favor.

Hannah handed over the twenty, stripped, and lay back on her bed.

Liza slipped the twenty back in her wallet, and plopped herself next to the excruciatingly horny Hannah. With two fingers Liza began to rub the dripping, twitching snatch. “This what you had in mind?”

“UMMM yeah! Don’t hold back,” she cooed.

With both intuition and recent knowledge, Liza began to aggressively rub and finger her roommate’s clit. She eventually found her G-spot, and actively fingered it.

“Oh, fuck yeah! … Awesome, Liza … DON’T fuckin’ stop … EERGuh, oh … YEAH … OH, GAH, fuck … Great magic fucking FINGERS! … That’s it … almost … FUCK YEAH!” She squirt, if only a little, for the first time in her life. Hannah lay back both satisfied and amazed.

“OK …” Liza breathed in equal amazement. “I’m gonna go take a shower, Hannah …”

“I’m just ganna pass out and shower tomorrow …”

That evening was a threshold moment in more ways than one. Hannah quickly finished the what little was left of the “normal” training by the end of the week, while the live sex and porno homework quickly came to be the only training. “Loving it” was the wrong phrase, but she was definitely enjoying it. The sex courses were normally just between teachers, but she came to be excited with Alexadria was there. And when she slept, Hannah’s dreams soon became only of lust. At one point she realized she was there for over two months, being asked for and providing a report for her superiors. There was nothing to report objectively, and said she was going to go all the way to best understand their process. That was the truth: Hannah really wanted to see the training through.

This was certainly the case for Liza as well. The two more and more often “practiced” what they saw in the classroom and screen. They were growing intimately close, but there was no love in it. If they had any love through their early friendship, that was a quiet echo now. It was objectively strange, they admitted to each other, but they liked it. They liked how they could have fun with each other in any way they wanted or saw. There were no consequences. All her life, she now understood, Hannah restrained herself. She really was a bore, as her college ex boyfriend said to her once in frustration. Now, she was beginning to see imaginative possibility. Little by little, the boring Agent Hannah was being remolded in an imaginative agent of lust.

Halfway through the third month (she barely cared anymore), the sessions became more interactive. It was so fun to learn the variety of sex first hand …

“So, what do yah think we’re gonna do tonight, Hannah?” Liza asked excitedly.

“I don’t know! My ass is still tingling from Ms Lani’s dildo.”

The teachers, the gruff and dark haired Jason Andrews and the tall athletic blonde Rachel Harper, waked into the room. The two showed Liza and Hannah pegging the week before. Neither realized a woman could fuck a guy in the ass with a strap-on!

“Blowjobs!” Jason exclaimed to the session of four.

“Yup, dick sucking!” Rachel confirmed. “Sometimes it ends with the load all over the woman’s face or as a small part of the encounter. For the purposes of this session, we will be doing the complete act, including swallowing. I will first blow Jason, and then it’s the classes turn. I will blow Bob, and Liza and Hannah will blow Jason in turn.” She turned to him with a smirk. “I was not the one who did the scheduling for tonight!”

The teachers then stripped naked, and Jason sat on the chair, cock already erect. The taller Rachel went to her knees, and guided the cock into her mouth like it was her mouth’s only purpose. She visibly used her lips to keep her teeth off the cock. She bobbed up and down, twisting her head in perplexing ways. Her hands often stabilized her or fondled the balls. Sometimes her hand would join in for the occasional stroke, but it was merely secondary to her drooling mouth. Sometimes she would lick the shaft and tip. They went for several straight minutes moaning and cooing, before the load was blown down the teacher’s throat. She turned to the class with a look of pure lust with her mouth wide open to show the remaining cum. She closed her mouth and loudly gulped.

She stood, and said, “Hannah, Liza, you do not need to present the cum in you mouth to Jason or anyone here. But, keep in mind that a client may want you to.”

“Student’s turn!” Jason exclaimed, already recovered from his orgasm.

Rachel walked over to the very happy Bob, and began to work his cock like she did with her coworker.

By virtue of being slightly closer, Hannah was first to go to her knees before her teacher. Liza grunted, but knew her turn would come, the pun not lost on anyone. Like her teacher, she pulled off her easy to remove dress, and wrapped her drooling hot mouth around the throbbing member. This was the first time she had a dick in her mouth, it quickly dawned on her, and she greatly enjoyed it. The salty pre-cum quickly drove her wild!

“Oh, that’s fuckin’ excellent, Hannah!” Jason complimented. “You’re almost as good as Rachel.”

Hannah was having so much fun! She had no idea she was such a blowjob savant. Plus, if she ever had a gag reflex, the dick did not trigger it, even when the tip partly slid down her throat. The teacher unbelievably lasted for even longer than before, but it allowed Hannah to refine her blowing skills. She became especially good at deepthroating while swirling her tongue in her own special way.

“Great job, Hannah,” he growled deeply. “Here it comes!” Loads and loads of cum blasted into Hannah’s, providing her first taste of cum. It was absolutely delicious! The thick, musty, almost sweet goo permeated her senses unlike anything she ever consumed. She grabbed the dick, and milked out the last remaining blobs. Every last drop was swallowed, but not after she savored every last bit …

Hannah and Liza were were making out hungrily outside their room, after a wild lesbian orgy session. All they wanted to do was fuck each other in the ass with their new strap ons. Indeed, fucking each other had been their homework for the past couple weeks, while practicing with a dildo. Prior they lustfully masturbated along with the porn. Whatever love they may have had for each other was long gone. Lust was all that was between them now, and they were perfectly happy with that.

They opened the door to Alexandra casually lying naked on the bed farthest from them.

Hannah closed the door behind them, and said hungrily, “Wanna be fucked in the ass by two of your students?”

“Yum, of course!” she answered with an odd resonance. “But first, I must congratulate you two. You have all but completed the Standard Course. Because you developed such an affinity towards each other, your training will be complete before the others! As you both have been noticing, lust within has become quite powerful. I have been slowly nudging you to let your lust take a far greater hold. I am a Demon of Lust. I have been slowly converting you two into Living Demons of Lust.”

Seriously?” Hannah asked, not wanting to admit the truth she felt within her very being. “You’re making demonic escorts?”

“Yes, Agent Harker. Then again, an escort does not need to be demonic, just open to lust.”

Hannah was taken aback, and not just because she knew who she was. In a way, Hannah almost forgot her real job.

“A perk of demonism is to know who people really are, Hannah. I am of lust not lies. Of course, you are not really the same person you were when asked to enter my school.”

“Well …” Hannah breathed, “legally, none of this is illegal …”

“What was true, Hannah?” Liza asked angrily.

“Actually, Liza, just about everything. Just never told you I worked for the Licensing Bureau. That’s not my life anymore.”

“Don’t be angry with her, Liza. I and my teachers, fellow Demons and Succubi, only work to bring the truth out of our students. Not everyone stays the full three months. Either way, people will fuck, whether they pay for it or not. I am just having fun.”

“There’s a difference between you and a Living Demon, isn’t there?” Hannah wondered.

“You are very sharp, Hannah,” Alexandria complimented. “This body is a vessel for me, albeit one I’ve totally corrupted by thus point. We speak as one. A Living Demon is only you, and you will be very much alive. Total control over physical form, and power over others. Much more powerful than anything. A one of lust, you will only be a half step away from Demonic Succubus. Lust is not just applied to sex. As a Succubus, it’s only applied to sexual lust, and it will be your life, your sustenance. Most Living Demons choose to become something else, that is their real power, and Succubus will be a natural progression for one of Lust.”

Hannah and Liza looked at each other in amazement and pussy-dripping lust. Liza soon put on a distinct smirk that suggested all was forgiven if they have a great fuck.

“Mistress Alexandria,” Hannah began, “I’ll have some things to work out at the Bureau, but I think we’re gonna go all the way …”


Blog Unbound: The Vampire’s Heart

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and taboo content, some of which may not even be possible. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s note: An update of the initial post, this story is the first of Volume III, which will primarily consist of Supernatural tales and contemporary dramas. A direct sequel to The Fresh Scent, the story follows Bianca, Jessica, and Jack joining forces to continue the transformation of Vampire life, while Bianca’s past is further elaborated … Enjoy!

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The Vampire’s Heart

“Unannounced?” Jack asked Jessica concerned. “We don’t even know if she’ll want to help us, baby.”

“I haven’t been a ‘baby’ for several thousand years, Robert,” the richly auburn haired Vampire correctly lightly. “It’s all up to her, you know that.”

Jack knocked on the door tepidly. This night was young and cool on the covered porch. A healthy brown haired man opened to door calmly.

“Yes?” he called.

“Rob? I’m Jack Skelton, and this is Jessica,” he answered.

“Oh, Jack Skelton! Bianca told me about you,” he smiled. “Come on in! Bianca should be back in a bit. She’s getting some of her ostrich blood. Can’t feed on me all the time!”

“Of course not,” Jessica stated quietly, while we sat on the living room couch.

“You said your name was Jessica?”

“Yeah,” she replied kindly.

“Guess it’s a coincidence …” he stated bewildered. “Bianca said she tried to help you save a woman named Jessica. She said the woman was killed by those other Vampires.”

“Vampires have great Wisdom,” Jessica stated in her distant tones, “but they’re not always smart enough to use it …”

“What … ? Who …” Bianca called into the living room, large paper bag in her arms.

Jessica stood, and slowly walked to the taller Bianca.

“Your blood knows,” Jessica stated.

“Lilith …” Bianca breathed, putting down the bag on the table next to her. “Of course. Hoped you would just leave me alone when I heard whispers of you fueling the end of Brood Life for the past year or so. I should ask you to teach me the trick of appearing Human.”

“Remarkable,” Jessica exclaimed. “You don’t bow to me, even instinctually.”

“Why would I … Jessica. It won’t change anything. I can sense you won’t force me into anything, and if you tried, I think I could overpower even you.” Cautious defiance filled her rich eyes.

“That’s why I’m here, Bianca. No Vampire has a heart, a will like yours …”

* * * *

“What’d you buy, Bianca?” Robert asked curiously. The awkwardness of his relationship with a Vampire melted away the moment they started living together a few days before.

“Well, Robby, since you’re still a little squeamish about me feeding on you in any way,” I stated lightly, “I needed to get something a little better than an ostrich.” She removed a pint sized blood bag from the large paper bag. “I’m actually really curious how Human blood handles a microwave!”

A look a shock flashed out of Robert. “Where did you get it?”

“I confess … I did steal it. No one will remember I was even there. But look at it this way, Robby, it was donated for someone that needs it. I cannot completely live off blood that isn’t Human. So, I’m someone that needs it!”

“Yeah … When you showed me your fangs and didn’t bite me, I think I knew what I was getting into …” he said to himself.

I poured some of the blood into a coffee cup, and said, “You know I don’t see any Human as food, but you certainly hold a lot of it!”

I watched the filled cup slowly spin in the lit machine. Rob could tell from my posture and slyness that I was once again hiding centuries built melancholy. It was not always clear what triggered it, but I already told him more of my long history than either of us expected. He walked over, and held me in his arms.

I sighed deeply, almost not expecting the love pouring out of him. I turned around, putting my arms around him in kind. “Your natural empathy always amazes me, Robby. Fleeting eternity has such precious few moments …” The kissed long and deep. “I love you so much …”

“When you finish that bag, Bianca, all that flows through my heart is yours,” he breathed.

“But, not all at once,” I said lovingly, yet with subtle, toothy snark.

* * * *

“This is Lilith?” Robert asked confused. “Err, Jessica?”

“The first Vampire,” Bianca confirmed. “She likes to be called Jessica these days. Try living a few decades without even changing your name a little! It is a reflection of adapted self, Rob. I told you I was called Hrabana, a variant of ‘raven,’ in my Human Days. The Romans nicknamed me Blanca Belatrix (The White Warrior). Out of that and after I … left Brood Life I came to ‘Bianca,’ another word for ‘white’.”

“She’s not like what I would’ve guessed,” Robert stated bewildered. He knew most Vampires weren’t like Bianca, or at least, not until recently. Maybe two in a thousand Vampires naturally made choices like Bianca did, and less survived those choices. The rest, until Lilith’s return, were a megalomaniacal Matriarch, Under Matriarch, or a question-less follower.

“I don’t think she could ever be like any of her descendants,” Robert looked to her curiously.

“I’m weak, a coward,” Jessica admitted. “I’m not as weak as I was, thanks to Jack, but I don’t have the will to change my stubborn race alone for much longer.”

Bianca fell onto the couch, ever so subtly slouching. Robert joined her, knowing she needed some comfort. She looked into him.

“Bianca … I know she’s not exactly the goddess you wanted her to be, but does it really matter?”

“I don’t know, Rob. You know what she’s asking of me …”

He put his hand on her willing cheek, and said, “You never say it, but you’ve been running all your life. Maybe it’s time to stop. I’ll be at your side.”

“I will not fight,” Bianca sneered toward Jessica. “You know I can crush the minds of any foolish Matriarch, but I feel their deaths! Twice I did that. It nearly destroyed my mind and body both times. I can’t kill again …” She became teary eyed, while Robert held her.

“You won’t have to, my child, if we do this right. It has been surprising how many have been rebelling against Matriarchs in my name. We will use the seeds of the gray you implanted in our Hunter friends and my very existence,” Jessica stated.

“She’s right, Bianca,” Jack stated. “Most Hunters secretly don’t wanna kill anything! Eliminating a race of monsters without committing genocide is the true Hunter’s dream. Hunters are obviously the best trackers of Vampires. Yes, some Hunters are more than unstable, but the ones we know will continue this work.”

“If I agree to help you, Jessica, we must do this as equals.” she said slowly, looking toward her lover. “As Queen, I always told my subjects to never bow to me, because I was already on a pedestal. Now, I will never have one. I will not be some Matriarch; I rejected that job. I won’t be some Warrior Queen either; I quit that job for fangs …”

* * * *

“He lived for how long, and those Humans stake him in his coffin?” I laughed, watching the credits of the old Vampire flick role. I, as an actual Vampire, was commentating through much of it.

“Just a movie, baby!” Robert smiled back, looking down my taught body. I wore a tight blue dress with nothing below the hips. My body was only a little on the cool side in his arms, having drank some animal blood recently. “You’re supposed to be the villain!” he teased.

“Careful, I bite, Human!” I toothily sneered through the false threat. Those upper and lower canines were quite sharp. I stood, extended my hand, and offered with a subtle sneer, “Come on to bed, Rob. They understated a Vamp’s libido!”

Almost too quickly, as always, we were rolling excitedly in their large bed. Maybe when we first made love, my sometimes cool body was an odd hinderance to Robert, but he no longer cared. My wizened sensuality broke down all barriers.

Though not always the case, I naturally took the lead, and happily thrust on my knees, blatantly enhancing the pleasure for myself in only ways my kind could. Out of love for him, I let the pleasure I felt bleed into his mind. It was a rare moment I used my devastating telepathy on him. Otherwise, I merely let myself sense his emotions.

The pleasure for both was beyond bliss. We let ourselves become lost within it. It was always a moment of perfection, I saw to that. And soon, we exploded in perfect orgasm …

Happily, I fell on top of him.

“You always break me …” Robert breathed.

“It would be selfish to let me feel it more than you,” Bianca said lovingly. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”

“I guess so, baby …”

“But …?”

“I’ve watched too many movies, and heard too much from you … I guess you already know: I got this fear you’ll go crazy, and suck me dry, transform me …”

“First of all, you know I haven’t been a baby for longer than you want to dream!” I laughed. “Look, sucking is unnecessary, especially if I pierce the vein. You don’t go crazy whenever you eat something, right? No Vampire naturally sees a Human as food, no matter how foolish. You merely hold what could be a food source, well, the best food source. To a brood, that makes you a container. No Vampire drinks that much, no matter how wasteful, because there is no addiction. You are not in the arms of a Matriarch. I could never hurt you.”

“You really see me differently!” he exclaimed.

“I see the man I love.”

He deeply sighed, and pulled his head to the side. “Before I get squeamish …”

I happily licked her lips, and let out those beautiful fangs. I slowly licked his neck, while he felt my flowing venom sink into his flesh, numbing it. As done countless times with others, I finally sank my fangs into his neck.

“WWWWOW…” Robert exclaimed. “I can feel your venom inside me. I love it …”

While drinking, my body grew warmer and subtly lost the paleness. After several large gulps, I pulled out. Almost like making out with his neck, I lapped up the remaining blood, while the wounds quickly closed.

“Thank you, Robert,” I said lovingly, holding him.

“Is … is there gonna be a mark?” he barely asked.

“Not in a day or two.”

“I could tell you’ve done that a few times …”

More than a few. You know I remember everything.”

“You never really explained how you can do that without loosing it. Ididic memory can drive a Human insane within a couple decades.”

“Shrinkin’ my head after filling it with your blood, doctor?” she teased her psychiatrist lover. “You let me feed on you, so … The truth is every being that doesn’t loose it has incredibly well ordered minds. Vampires and others force themselves to be so ordered out of necessity. I can remember anything at any time. What at least Vampires do is a form of memory repression, but with us never forgetting anything, it just gets filed away. I like to visualize doorways in a now very long corridor. I use my white horse from back when I was Human to travel down it. I’m going through a door now into a room holding the day we met. Every detail: the sick smell of alcohol and sweat; the secretly depressed bartender; the prostitute at the other end of the bar; you walking up to order a pitcher of beer for your three colleagues. You didn’t want to be there, but were happy you came after seeing me …”

“Yes … I saw your mask right away, and peaked past the cracks. You were a little lonely, and suppressed a lot of regret. It was from your time in a brood, right? You never talk about it.”

“I don’t want you to hate me …” I said quietly.

“Was it so bad?”

“Of course it was!” I growled, while rolling off him onto my back.

“You don’t have to tell me everything …” he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to know.

“You deserve to know something …” I said, eyes watery. “I told you I was a Warrior Queen back in the waning days of the Roman Empire, well, the Western half. I always secretly hated war, and the Romans, as a whole, were still quite the force. So, I made a pact with them: trade, intelligence. Some of my people thought we were to become their vassals, but independence was part of the deal. I was their Queen, and I proved those against the deal wrong.

“For the next ten years, we had peace and prosperity: All I ever wanted. That deal brought me to the attention of a Vampire Matriarch. She was looking for a replacement for her last Under Matriarch. Ended bloody, of course.

“She saw my growing boredom, and exploited it. Eternal life and new leadership was what she offered. I accepted. I was already grooming a young woman to replace me: my cousin. I soon learned that being an Under Matriarch was a trap. She would never have let me lead while she lived, and planned to destroy me the moment I became rebellious. And the things I did sometimes out of expectation. A foolish, feasting animal

“Time moves differently for a Vampire, you know. It was centuries before I realized how weary of Brood Life I was. As an Under Matriarch, you are allowed free will and thought. We chained a local farmer. Yes, I fed on him like the rest, but there was no joy in it anymore. I came to him during the day, when the others slept. I wanted him to convince me to change everything. He did, but he still didn’t really trust me. I let him go on the deal that I would come to him an hour after dusk to say that it was over. He wanted to kill us all with his village in support, and I didn’t want that.

“Dusk came, and to the horror of the others … I destroyed her mind. She always knew I was more powerful, but always worked to suppress that. She failed. If we didn’t store Human blood, I might’ve died myself after. I almost did take control of the Brood. But, no. I gave them one order: ‘live eternity as yourselves.’ That farmer and his village came to our lair, even after I came to him. All they saw was the dead Matriarch …”

“Are you all right,” Robert asked, breathless.

“No …” tears falling. “I’ve done nothing to make up for all I did!”

“What you did, led you to me … I know your heart. We can’t change your past, but we can make better future for ourselves.”

I suddenly grabbed him too tightly, tears freely falling. “I don’t deserve any of this! Why can’t this love give me the power to forget …”

* * * *

Jessica, Bianca, and Jack looked over a map and other materials in a dingy motel a few hours from Bianca’s apartment.

“The Matriarch goes by the name of Juliana, according to my sources,” Jack began. “Her Under Matriarch, Rose, is quite new it seems; only been there for a few decades. No clue about how old Juliana is!”

Bianca clarified, “Vampires only want Humans and the weak zealots of the broods to think age means anything. It’s all really reputation.”

“You know us Hunters assume the worst, Bianca!” Jack continued, “From what I’ve learned, Juliana practically treats Rose as an equal.”

“More than reputation?” Bianca asked curiously. Even as an Under Matriarch long ago, Bianca was not even seen as close to equal to her Matriarch by others in her brood. That was, of course, the reputation forwarded by the Matriarch.

He nodded. “From our observations, Juliana is still on top, but the two make most decisions jointly, unlike the more traditional of the Matriarch’s word being applied by the Under Matriarch.”

“I think they’re in love,” Jessica forwarded.

“Interesting …” Bianca said ponderously. “We should definitely assume the worst on this … My suggestion is to only fight them when their leaders are separated. It is very likely they would fight us with their combined psionic powers. Though I have never seen such a relationship amongst Matriarchs, Vampires can intertwine themselves in deeply physical and spiritual ways. They might be unbeatable together. They might even see right through your reputation, Lilith!”

“Well,” Jack began, “They are not always together, and their schedule is fairly consistent. They actually run the local blood bank that has many regular customers, with at least one disappearing a year. They trade off whose running the bank or home every week. So there are several hours during the day when they are indeed separate.”

“It shouldn’t matter who we confront individually, but maybe with some irony, it would be best to plan for the home. Their business would be too public, I think … Do they have a lot of sex, Jack?”

He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, looks like it.”

“If only all Matriarchs fucked each other …”

They looked at Bianca ponderously.

“Make sure there’s only one of them, and leave it to me. No one will die if this works …

* * * *

I quietly walked home in the dying light of dusk. A paper bag’s worth of ostrich blood in my ample arms. Sure, Robert let me feed on him now, but he could only give so much. My venom helped him recover quickly, but it was still significant blood loss.

The sun had just about set. There was never a need to hide from the sun, but the night is indeed a vampire’s natural time. The original night owls, I suppose, after the actual owl!

Suddenly, someone began to walk up to me, coming out of the dark alley. A small woman, a Vampire. She was quite beautiful, an athletic, dark skinned brunette, as the transformation to Vampire tends to do. She was no Matriarch, but the quiet look about her suggested she was under one. This was a problem.

“Who are you?” The young vampire asked amazed.

“Bianca …?”

“That isn’t Human blood …”

“Ostrich. You should try it. It’s grows on you when you want to live a quiet life.”

“You are a Matriarch, aren’t you?” she asked me breathlessly, looking up with glassy eyes.

My heart bled for her. Brood life for one such as she was one of servitude at best and abuse at worst.

“I … I can feel your strength …” she went to her knees.

And I felt her longing for a better life. I could sense that her leaders were harsh, and not ones for rewards. “You wish to have me as your Matriarch?”

“I wish to serve you …”

I had no good choices here. Taking her as my own would alert her Matriarch to my presence, endangering both Robert and I. Freeing her would also reveal me, while the poor girl would find herself again under the wing of her harsh ruler all too quickly. Perhaps it was a selfish decision, but it seemed the only one at the time …

I placed my hand on her soft cheek. “Go home, child,” I ordered into her mind with a tear, “and forget your moments with me.”

A look of confusion washed over her face, and she silently walked away …

“What’s wrong, Bianca?” Robert asked while we were in bed.

“I met another Vampire on the way home tonight.”

“What happened?”

“I had her go home to her likely horrid Matriarch and forget about me. Fucking selfish!”

“It’s all right! I understand. We don’t exactly run a brood here, and I’m not sure if I want to get in the middle of the mess that would’ve led to …”

We smooched lovingly, and began to make love. I thrust forcibly on top, trying desperately to make everything feel all right. Waves of pleasure flew through us both; anything to mask the dread of the past and present.

He placed my hand over his heaving heart. “If you think I can spare some … Bi … Bianca.”

A pint was certainly shareable, I observed, brandishing my sharp fangs. I had planned to just have ostrich, but his offer could not be refused! Thrust, thrust, thrust, juices began to flow freely, as the pleasure gave us both goosebumps. We soon came one after the other loudly, wetly.

Without hesitation, I pulled his head to the side to expose his freely given neck, and plunged my fangs into his flesh, intentionally missing the jugular to not take too much. I drank slowly, lovingly, happily in pleasurable feed.

Suddenly, I sensed someone else in the apartment: it was a Human! The moment I leapt off the bed, a woman Hunter bashed into the bedroom, gun pointed forward. She was dark and short, and glowed with the determination of a true Hunter. Robert grabbed a lamp to defend me, perhaps with some irony. However, Robert’s actions might have saved us both, because the Hunter hesitated. This was not a normal site: a Human protecting a Vampire, while not in some cliched lair.

“Robert,” I called slowly, carefully, eyes not leaving the confused Hunter’s. “Please leave us, and close the door. I will handle this.”

Holding the already closing wound on his neck, he nodded with great uncertainty, and left the room.

I carefully stepped forward. “My name is Bianca,” I began slowly and clearly. “Maybe I deserve what you intend, but you can see this is no brood.”

“You move with the confidence of a Matriarch …” she stated bewildered, shimmering gun still pointed.

I went to my knees, unlike what any Matriarch would do, and positioned my forehead before the barrel. “There is a particularly vile brood here now. I touched the mind of one of the poor zealots from it … I’ve been trying for so long to mask all I’ve done. I was very much like them once, that brood. I’m no longer sure if I truly liked all that blood and death or if I just convinced myself at the time. When I had enough all those centuries ago, I had to kill the Matriarch brutally to get out. I’ve never tried to make amends, because I don’t know how. But, I have not killed anything since. I was a monster once, but not anymore. Just make your decision …”

The Hunter cursed loudly, and threw the gun away. “The last time I let something go, I regretted it.”

I stated with a hint of sarcasm, “I can give you my cell number …?”

“My name is Lisa Burns, Bianca,” she stated with a subtle growl.

I slowed stood, and moved to sit on the bed. “How did you find me, Lisa?”

“While investigating likely Vampire murders, we uncovered discrepancies on pint counts at the local Red Cross. Videos of you showed up, but no one recognized you.”

“Stercus! Video is such a new thing for someone that’s known Roman Emperors. I forgot to tell them to erase those recordings, while erasing their minds …”

Lisa sat on the bed, and sighed with a subtle chuckle. “You touched the mind of one of the real monsters. Do you know where they are?”

“She wasn’t a monster,” I clarified with glassy eyes. “Her Matriarch and Under Matriarch are. Show me a map, and I’ll give you an approximate location. I sense they opted for some run down motel over some old sewer system. Promise me that you and your friends will try to just kill the monsters. Let the rest go to live their lives as themselves. I won’t join you; I don’t want to kill. I will be here to help shepherd them into their new lives.”

“I will need to introduce you to the crew. You’ll need to convince them,” she stated. The best Hunters always want to find a way to not kill, no matter how secretly or vainly.

“Of course, Lisa …”

* * * *

Bianca quietly snuck into the house of the brood, amused at how that was only the second time in millennia that she used that skill. The Under Matriarch was reported to be there, but it was unclear where others of the brood were. Given that Bianca had the power and strength of a Matriarch, she would just push any of the brood way from the crossfire.

What bothered the retired warrior queen was how there was no one yet to be seen. It was as if they knew how she freed so many Vampires, so easily. Then, Bianca sensed her. Rose was indeed powerful, at least partly explaining the near equal power dynamic of the brood. Bianca even sensed that Rose cold actually best her mentally, which was suspected.

“You must be Bianca, the coward.” Rose was devastatingly beautiful in her revealing black dress. Bianca was not short, but Rose was easily over six feet with a fully proportional body. She had piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, and porcelain skin.

“I do what I have to, nothing more.”

She looked over the powerful Bianca lustfully. “You could have been a legendary Matriarch!”

Bianca looked her over with even greater lust. “How many powerful Vampires have you tasted, Rose? My Matriarch centuries ago certainly would not match you.”

Rose lifted her black sliver of a brow. “Careful, wise one, I may have already planned to fuck you!”

“What’s stopping you?” Bianca asked. “I may have planned to fuck you, too!”

Bianca slowly pulled off her tight top, Rose watching intently. Rose then untied the knot behind her neck, and let the dress drop, revealing her devastating sexiness. Indeed, Rose psionically emitted arousal, numbing Bianca far more than anticipated.

Remaining clothes were ripped away, as they began to kiss, grind, and consume. Scissoring wildly, Bianca forced a degree of lucidity through the powerful psionic field of arousal, and began to emit her own. Bianca forced herself on top of the cooing Under Matriarch, and ground wildly.

With a wild smile, fangs exposed, Rose pushed back with even greater arousal, throwing the overwhelmed Bianca up to the wall.

Grinding and shoving her fist up Bianca’s firm ass, Rose growled in excitement, “Don’t you see the truth, former White Queen, this brood has no Under Matriarch! Juliana and I are equals! Erguh, Uhgah … Juliana with her wisdom and I with my raw power! OH FUCK YEAH … We are merged psionically in our love and lust for each other … We have looked for so long for a true Under Matriarch. We saw you coming, and wanted you!”

For the first time in her long life, Bianca felt utter dread. Rose was breaking her down with endless waves of pleasure. There was a chance to crush Rose’s mind the moment they met, but that was long past. Rose was beating her with the very same plan as Bianca’s!

The world started to become hazy, feeling Rose consuming her through lust. It felt so fucking good! In the last precious moments of clarity, the wizened Vampire then had a revaluation. The power dynamic might not be so different than appeared. Though they were certainly eying Bianca to be their chained Under Matriarch, Jack gathered that Rose was still beneath Juliana, no matter how slightly.

“Juliana has lied to you!” Bianca cooed through the pleasure, barely pushing back mentally. “Uguh … She’s syphoning your power, as all Matriarchs do. It’s just more literal with you. Maybe you do truly love her, but love can be the essence of psychopathy …”

Rose slowed her wild grinding. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“The truth!” Bianca pushed her to the opposite side of the hallway, taking control of the sexual onslaught. “My Matriarch instilled false hope in me that I would one day succeed her, but I came to realize that she always planned to kill me if I even thought of rebellion. You know she feeds off your great power, and twists it to her ends. What Matriarch hasn’t ripped out their heart? I was far stronger than mine once I removed the chains of false hope, as you are more powerful than either she or me!”

Sensing Rose falter in her subtle uncertainty, Bianca blasted her with waves of lust. They fucked wildly, cuming over and over. Cum dropped down their heaving, perfect bodies. Bianca finally looked deep into the confused eyes of Rose, and breathed, “Break your bonds, and find the truth, Rose …”

The voluptuous, red haired, dark eyed Juliana walked in soon after the sexual battle. She sensed something did not go as planned, being so intimately connected with her Rose.

The visibly tired Bianca stood behind the deeply troubled Rose.

“Rose, do you need my help? Bianca does not yet seem subservient to our will.”

“Do you love me, Juliana?” she asked almost desperately.


“If you truly trust me as your equal, than why must you syphon my power?”

“Because … we are in love, and share everything, Rose.”

“We did not need to share my power to prove our love. Are you just using me as any Under Matriarch?”

“No, I’m not.”

“I see it now!” she exclaimed, forcing her mind into her lover’s.

“Rose, what are you doing? I am your lover, your Matriarch! I command you to get out of my head!”

“You can’t love,” Rose screamed, piercing Bianca’s mind and brining Juliana to her knees.

“A true Matriarch can’t!” Juliana yelled in pain and frustration. “I thought I could when I found you, but I soon realized I could only fool myself with your power. I am invincible with your power!”

“Not anymore …” Rose quietly said in tears.

Bianca could feel Rose rip herself away from the Matriarch, and practically began to glow with psionic energy. Air in the room literally began to swirl around the powerful Vampire.

“You convinced me to rip people apart with my own power!” she screamed, blasting out her energy. Juliana fell to the floor, leaking blood from her eyes, nose, and ears.

Bianca fell to her knees, feeling the psionic energy blast in all directions. Windows blew inward, as everything the in building began to fly and bash.

“You turned us all into monsters, through me!”

Juliana began to spew blood and bile, writhing.

Through the wave of psionic fury, Bianca called out mentally, You don’t have to kill her, Rose!

Rose quickly turned, and growled, echoed, “You destroyed yours!”

“And later, one that I never even knew … You will never forgive yourself …” Bianca barely stated through the crushing energy waves from the furious Vampire

Rose touched Bianca’s mind, feeling the endless waves of self loathing Bianca desperately tried to hide from herself.

“You were once worse than I and Juliana,” Rose growled into her mind. “This will be just one more horrid act.”

“With your power,” Bianca barely began, “you could make amends for things I never could starting right now. Juliana is beaten. You destroyed her enough that she may never have the strength to be a Matriarch again. Be the hero I could never be …”

Tears flowing, Rose turned back to the moaning Juliana. The chaos of the room slowly died down. She knelt down, and said quietly, “I did love you more than I ever thought possible … Death is too good for you, for any of us. You will live eternity as your horrid self without any power over anyone or anything …”

Rose put her hand on the fallen Matriarch, and destroyed all psionic ability within her. The very genetic code that dictated such ability was burned to nothing in the crushed Juliana. Bianca never knew such a thing was even possible!

She lightly, lovingly stroked Juliana’s bloodied hair, and glanced back to the worn Bianca. “I will disband this brood. Please, leave us. I need time. I do not want to help Lilith, not yet …”

Bianca nodded, gathered the remnants of her clothes, and began to walk out.

“Bianca …”

She turned.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re saving your race from foolishness …”


Blog Unbound: The Shimmering Black Chaos of the Harbingers

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. Directly following Harbinger of Darkness, this story concludes the Sci-Fi cycle. This story follows Cabal Master Jason, Rogue Queen Elizabeth, and others connected with the too young galactic alliance against the “Harbingers,” who created the half-alien Queens. The initial tools will prove to not be enough against the emboldened Harbingers … Enjoy!

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The Shimmering Black Chaos of the Harbingers

For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I an an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. — H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider.

The Death at the End of the Tunnel:

With little ceremony, due to the impending war, Jason received his promotion to Master within his ancient and battle scarred organization. He would now serve on the Cabal council, and given the special task of personal liaison to Elizabeth, who many in the Cabal still did not fully trust. Indeed, the promotion granting was passed by only one vote by the five local Masters.

Though the Masters worked with her surprisingly well in strategy — she always knowing just what to say, there was wrangling in many issues. For centuries, they worked in the shadows to fight the shadows. That was about to change, regardless of what they really wanted. They were working extensively with wealthy and galactically connected Jennifer Winthrop, whose power as a Titan allowed her to take control of the very intergalactic organization that kidnapped her long ago. Winthrop already made tentative agreements with many extraterrestrial races already in all out war with the Harbingers, which is what the Cabal has come to call the coming invading force in recent months.

The Cabal worked with Titans before, but not all of them at once. They were the heroes and villains that inspired many legends and comic-books. Time itself subdued them, as they either cancelled themselves out or let themselves fade into oblivion. Yet, they could always sense sudden and great change. They have returned to fight for themselves and the world. Winthop’s super-powered charisma is now guiding the Titans, including the powerful Demoniacs.

Elizabeth was always the biggest confusion, though, and she lived with it. Many wanted elaborate testing of the part-alien woman, whose choice to break herself from the Harbingers caused the now destined war. There has never been the chance to study a live Queen. Elizabeth outright refused any biological testing, successfully arguing that she could fill in whatever gaps in knowledge they have without it. However, she did consent to cognitive and psionic testing, if only because she was somewhat different from her many predecessors in that department. She was also curious about applying abilities she knew she had.

As she warned them, that testing often provided sobering results. Her mind processed data as fast or faster than any present supercomputer, while she surprised one of the researchers by taking rudimentary control of his motor functions. Such control, including telepathic thought transmission and mind reading, was very tiring for her, but after using those skills, she suspected their use may become easier. With distinct ease via her lower level empathic ability, she amusingly mesmerized the researchers, actually making them hallucinate. It was quite the experience for all involved, while it was a bit of a ploy to establish much needed trust. She truly did not want to hurt or permanently control any of them, but that was something very easy for her to do.

* * * *

The healthy, middle aged Dr. Brianna Summers, the “Necromancer,” quietly sat in her little cell. Her door had already been unlocked numerous times for her consultation. A biomedical scientist, she learned ways to conquer death, as she knew just about every “crime lord” in the world. Yet, she liked to keep the secrets of necromancy more caged than she, as she ensured that anything that would give them away would be destroyed by the time they were analyzed.

The Necromancer was waiting for a very specific moment to unlock her vast scientific knowledge. She was patient …

Her cell door suddenly unlocked. A salty haired man walked in, flanked by the omnipresent guards. “Leave us,” he stated to the guards, who promptly closed the metal door behind them. “Dr. Summers, I am Dr. Nathaniel Demerest. I am here representing the Department of Health and Human Services.”

The scientist looked over the man inquisitively. She could see he had a very specific agenda that probably went well past hist official employers. Given that she was still breathing, he likely represented an organization that very recently came to stand against her. “You must be Cabal, assuming the world has yet to be enlightened.”

He smiled in confirmation, and sat, crossing his legs. “We assumed this would be the moment you were waiting for. Do you know what is finally coming, Dr. Summers?”

“With you asking, I can only assume that a Queen finally chose to do something different.”

He was taken aback. There was no evidence that she would know so much.

“You should know, my dear doctor, that working in the shadows makes one very good at understanding whispers. It was only a matter of time before one of the those alien-human hybrids realized that they could more powerful independent of extra-terrestrial influence. Yet, that Rogue Queen must know that she may have doomed us all.”

He sighed. “Things are coming together, Dr. Summers. Jennifer Winthrop, a Titan, has pulled together her awakening people, as she has already made alliances with us and other alien races.”

“Fascinating!” she stated with a big smile. Leaning forward slowly, she asked, “I assume there’s a price of admission to this Grand Alliance.”

“For you, perhaps …” He leaned forward. “Let’s make this clear, Madam Necromancer, it was not my choice to come here. I don’t think we need your secrets anymore …”

“But, they are yours, Dr. Demerest, under one condition.”


“The end of my imprisonment, of course.”

He deeply sighed. “We figured as much. Everything is being prepared already for you: a residence, a lab. Just be warned that we are merely ending this imprisonment.”

“I, too, figured as much …”

The Secret Inside:

It was dark, safe secluded. He was inside her, as she was inside him. Their head tentacles flowed freely in the liquid environment. A quiet storm flashed in the distance before it passed into its own oblivion. The pleasure between them was beyond anything. Their dark forms explored each other’s shelled bodies, as their deep minds explored each other’s. It could only be called making love. The physical and mental onslaught of pleasure grew more and more powerful …

Helena came loudly in orgasm, finding herself awoken from with wild dream. She was drenched in thick, cold sweat. It was the most powerful dream of her life, and she only started remembering them within the last year. She joked to herself that it was her subconscious telling her she needed a boyfriend, but the reality was she had no idea what they meant. She took a quick shower, and went downstairs for breakfast. Her long blonde hair was tied back.

Her parents were waiting for her in the kitchen, a plate all but ready for her. Since starting her first semester at MIT for physics, she was all but used to a degree of self sufficiency, so it was slightly awkward for others to do the work right then.

The new, silver haired President chirped on the small kitchen TV. He had only been sworn in a month ago after his highly disliked yet polarizing predecessor was removed from office.

“So how’d the finals go, Helena?” her father asked. “Would’ve asked if you didn’t get in so late last night!”

She sat across the table, noticing but not thinking much of the President’s silently uncomfortable tone and demeanor. He spoke of his plans on tax reform or something. “Yeah, I checked online last night after dinner: All A’s.” The woman was as attractive as she was intelligent. However, she never really applied herself until high school, where she transformed herself into the woman ready for anything.

“Good!” he exclaimed. “You know we can’t cover you if you loose that scholarship!”

“I think I’m gonna aim for astro and biophysics in the long term. Theirs a push for cross-field with their students, and Jackson likes the idea. That, and the push for physics majors to have a strong direction if they intend to do graduate studies.” Biophysicist Dr. Jackson was her adviser, and he turned her onto the subject, while she still loved astrophysics. “The thought of crossing the two subfields is really interesting!”

Her parents had a subtly odd look between them.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’!” her mother deflected. “Just wish you had this drive before high school …”

Helena grunted. The reality was that she was a borderline outcast until high school. She never really fit into the main crowd, until she taught herself otherwise. And even then, she never saw herself as “popular.” The key for her, she learned, was to show she was comfortable with herself, while applying that hitherto unknown outgoing aspect of her personality only revealed at the tail end of puberty. She positioned herself somewhat untraditionally. She was a liked A student, but never boasted. She was neither a trophy for a jock, nor a Prom Queen. Her eventual boyfriend was somewhat geeky, and was more accepted thanks to her. She was drafted into becoming one of the more successful class presidents senior year, though, while she was involved in the science and Latin clubs. The former was partly due to ending the rise of a clear bully with manipulation she never knew she could do. Long story short, the guy was forced to make an utter fool of himself.

Her phone buzzed. The text from Brian read, “Hey blondie! Wanna meet for lunch?”

She smirked, having learned to love her boyfriend’s teases long ago. It was his clumsy way of showing affection. With him at UMass Boston, their’s wasn’t much of a long distance relationship, but they were still on opposite sides of a convoluted city. The result was mostly seeing each other on the weekends, while the internet allowed for more regular non-physical contact. She texted and teased back, “Laurie’s diner at 12:30. Be there or no sex tonight!”

“Was that Brian?” her mother asked. “Ask him over for dinner tonight when you see him.”

She shrugged, “OK …”

The Gathering of Defenders:

Earlier that morning … The Titan Jennifer Winthrop, the Rogue Queen Elizabeth, The Cabal Master Jason, and the powerful Demoniac Brianna stood in the Oval Office of the White House. They were tasked with revealing to the new president about the cosmic war to come, a disliked president that stepped in a month before after his now reviled predecessor was removed from office While Elizabeth found no reason to psionically mask her not that off appearance (glacial eyes, sexy Amazon physique), it was a present necessity for Brianna. Her real, voluptuously muscular form was horrifyingly sexy with red and orange skin, a tail, sharp teeth, cat eyes, etc. This rather religious President has been playfully teased over his apparent discomfort with being alone with any woman besides his wife, after all!

“As I’ve sure you were already told, I only have …” he glanced at his watch, “twenty-nine minutes until I do my speech on tax reform.” His flat, midwestern demeanor was much harsher off camera, while his blatant obsession with scheduling was apparently a recent quirk. “Let’s make this ten minutes.” He stood ponderously for a moment. “What is this anyway?”

“Mr. President, we represent an organization that has always looked out for the best interests of this country and the world,” Jason stated, placing a hefty-looking folder on the aged “resolute” desk between them. “This is also being shown to other members of the UN Security Council.”

“Before you open that,” Brianna, daughter of the ancient Glooskap, began seriously, “perhaps one of the hardest things in life is to learn that your greatest truth was a lie.”

The deeply religious President felt a chill down his spine. His world was a hazy one of lies and truth. Like many politicians, he was not opposed to twist and blur the conversation to make his point. He never lied to himself, though, or so he assumed.

He slowly opened folder that was no folder. It showed him a truth he was not yet ready to believe. He went teary eyed, and slowly looked up. “This … My God! What is this!?” he called in a quiet yell.

“More like the Devil, but less fun, Mr. President,” Brianna said with as much truth as sarcasm.

Before anyone else even opened their mouths, the President cracked, “I have to ask you to leave now … I still have my speech. We’ll be in touch …”

* * * *

The UN Security council deliberated well into the night over the information revealed to them by the Cabal. Like the United States President, none of them wanted to believe that an alien invasion force was coming, let alone an ancient struggle against those already allied with those aliens. Yet, the data was irrefutable, including the spatial anomalies detected just outside the Kuiper Belt. Those were merely coming representatives of other races willing to ally with Humans, but still more than sobering. They passed a short resolution well after midnight that mostly described the next steps, particularly with the alien ambassadors.

Breaking News! The TVs chimed.

The UN Security overnight passed an unexpected resolution, details of which are not currently known. It is speculated that they are a revision of some of the sanctions against the continually provocative North Korea. The President is expected to speak within the hour ahead of the UN Secretary General. Sources have confirmed that these events are connected, but did not provide further details …

The blatantly uncomfortable Present sat at his desk, teleprompter and camera at the ready. ‘That woman was right,’ he through to himself. ‘I’ve lived in a world of lies for so long …’

“Mr. President,” a man chimed behind the camera, interrupting the President’s thoughts. “Ten seconds …”

The cameras soon came to life, as did the speech he helped to prepare.

“My fellow Americans,

“As many of you may already be aware, the UN Security Council had an emergency meeting last night … What I am about to tell you all brought me to my knees. For many decades, humanity has searched for intelligence beyond our world. Our call to the universe was never answered, and we never heard calls from out there. That was a lie.

“I now know that contact was many centuries ago, and it was not to our benefit. An ancient organization known as the Cabal of Defenders, many of which great American heroes, kept us ignorant of them until now. Something changed …

“We do not know the name of the invading force, but some call them the ‘Harbingers.’ They are coming, right from out nightmares. The Cabal, the UN, and others already took steps to prepare the coming extra-terrestrial invasion. This includes a coming meeting at the UN with other extra-terrestrial beings that have struggles against the Harbingers for longer than I know.

“My fellow Americans, when I became your President a month ago, I did so with great humility. I never thought this great country could be so divided, and admit now to not knowing how to move forward.

“I look to you, my fellow Americans, to come come together at this time of global, galactic crisis. Look to your local leaders, look to your news outlets. They will provide you with as much information as it becomes available …”


The war began as a stalemate. The Harbingers adapted far more quickly than anticipated, as no leader from Earth had experience beyond terrestrial war, including those of the Cabal. Dr. Summer’s highly advanced resuscitation technology, though controversial, proved quintessential for even achieving the stalemate. The Harbingers at times seemed like a zombie horde, bringing back to life any that they killed. Even Summers was taken off guard, never going that far in her more villainous days, so everyone, Humans and eventually alien, had on hand her special drugs to fight back death before the Harbingers too them.

It was quickly discovered that the remnants of the Protectors, who once protected and shepherded the half-alien Queens, banded together in the shadows to undermine the war effort. When Elizabeth learned of this, she put all her attention to ending the Protectors. Their network collapsed within a month, but that success came at great cost. Without the Rogue Queen on any frontline, the war turned against the Alliance, and Elizabeth, for the first time since she was Human, could not immediately see a path forward …

“I had that dream again, Brian …” Helena stated, watching the rather apocalyptic news.

He looked curious and uncomfortable. “Startin’ to bother you?”

“I’m not sure,” she answered ponderously. “I mean, it doesn’t fell wrong in any way — feels amazing, but you know how strange the imagery is.”

“Yeah,” he agreed wide eyed. “Like some amazingly bad B-movie!”

The majority of the orbital stations, including the ISS, are now being recovered. However, sources tell us that the computer virus will force software purging and replacement of hardware for an unknown period. The TV chimed in the other room.

She nudged his shin. “I’m serious Brian! This is really startin’ to confuse me.”

“More than what’s goin’ on up there? … You know, Lena, I barely passed that mandatory psych course,” he deeply sighed. He really wanted to help her, but wasn’t sure how. “You want me to talk to that psych professor? I don’t remember if he’s licensed for counseling …”

She shook her head, and deeply sighed. “Don’t bother, not yet at least. Hey, we both just went through a life change, right? Probably what’s fuelin’ it.”

Brian smiled. “You’d probably see right through that professor and figure yourself out long before he pins you!”

Helena smiled teasingly. “You can’t figure me out!”

She suddenly grabbed him, and aggressively shoved her long down down his throat. The woman was suddenly just incredibly, incomprehensibly horny. All she wanted was his dick to make her cum, and Brian was not protesting.

Their clothes flew away, as Helena’s mind kept flashing to her dark, erotic, alien dream. His dick slipped in and out of her hungry pussy, until it exploded into her. But she wanted more! She kept humping for more, until she realized she just wanted him to fill her with his cum.

Flash! Her skin was solid. He was in several of her pleasure holes, as she was finding all the pleasure holes of the Human

Flash! She was on top of him on the couch, reaching under his but-cheeks to finger his ass, and again forcing her very long tongue down his throat.

He came again and again. Impossibly, Helena pushed through to a modicum of rational thought, and pulled herself off of him.

“Woah, fuck …” he barely stated.

Helena finally knew something was wrong with her, or at least, something was radically changing within her. With the world so crazy fighting with and against aliens, she knew someone needed too examine her …

She talked directly to her parents first, while they surprisingly thought they were being confronted. They revealed to her that she was diagnosed with a fatal genetic disorder, one that would have killed her about the time she hit puberty. A research scientist, Dr. Matthis, who died several years ago, treated her with a kind of retrovirus. It was something new, and though they did not believe it at the time, Matthis claimed it was extra-terrestrial DNA. Helena was the first and only recipient that they are aware of, as the experiment was “off the books.”

“Did he say where he got the DNA?” Helena asked overwhelmed.

They said they didn’t even ask.

“The Cabal,” Helena forwarded ponderously. “They may know something or someone …”

Helena found herself walking into some lab outside Washington DC. Her sexual urges were growing steadily, but she was maintaining control over herself. What was truly freaking her out were physical changes, which where not quite yet visible to those not in intimate contact. Her skin had become smooth and flawless, yet subtly tougher, as her body became fuller, more athletic.

A rather attractive, somewhat older woman walked into the room. Her dirty blonde hair pulled into a simple knot behind her head.

“Dr. Summers?” Helena said bewildered.

“Rules do get bent in times of war, don’t they?” she smirked. “World domination was never my goal. Or at least, not initially!”

“I don’t think I’m dying …”

“I don’t think so either!” she exclaimed, swiping through documents on her tablets. “My initial diagnosis is that you are changing, but you already know that. Matthis was quite ingenious with his retrovirus. The DNA used, which appears to be Trianctan, fully repaired your genetic disorder by essentially acting as a replacement for the imperfect DNA. You are essentially a hybrid, but quite a bit different from our Rogue Queen! Based on timing, the meningitis vaccine you received before college reacted with the altered Trianctan DNA, causing the transformation and conflict you are experiencing. Why that vaccine and none of the others prior, I really don’t know. Perhaps a cumulative affect … ?”

“How do we stop this!? I wanna fuck so bad. I’m changing …”

Summers looked inquisitively at the confused woman. “I’m not quite sure yet. Unlike Elizabeth, a full transformation for you might indeed be full. Our Trianctan friends are practically  the opposite of the Harbingers, so you might not have to worry about going on the murderous rampage. Trianctans apparently are highly active sexually. Still, transformation can be unpredictable. Will you still be you? Will your mind be mush? Will you even survive? I need to analyze this further …”

Two sides of Helena soon became apparent: a sex-crazed fiend and scared Human. She was now taller with light skin now almost hardened. Her hair was becoming like long tentacles, while her sides were developing holes of pleasure. It wasn’t that she just wanted to mate; it was that she just wanted to fuck. What bothered yet fascinated Helena the most was how this alienness had been with her from almost the beginning of her existence. How separate was she ever from it when it was embedded deep within her very DNA.

One test after another by the amazed scientist never really told either anything more than they already knew: Helena was loosing what she thought was always her. The present solace was in how it distracted the transforming woman from a war that could mean the end of all she knew. She was at war with herself, as galaxy was at war with itself. The galaxy, too, seemed to be loosing against the darkest recesses of its very being. Were Harbingers practically there from the beginning, too? Did they once save the galaxy from something far worse? Such secrets seemed long forgotten.

Helena spent weeks under the care of Dr. Summers, who split her time working with the Alliance. “Care” was perhaps inaccurate, Helena knew. It was more like she was under the fascination of the mad scientist. Helena was not quite a “pet project,” but Summers, the Necromancer, did not really care about the transforming woman.

Her boyfriend kept in regular contact through it all, but no matter how much both wanted to be together, Helena did not trust herself. Though, she did not think she would hurt him intentionally. She simply just didn’t understand all she was feeling.

Something eventually came to Helena: what was happening to her was not really synonymous to the horrid war above. She was continuously amazed at how nearly every physical change involved pleasure and sexuality. She could pleasure herself now through multiple holes on her sides, as well as her crotch! Even her mouth, tongue, and asshole were all becoming pleasure centers. Indeed, she was becoming a pleasure center. Was thinking about this in extremes wrong all along? Was this really about Human versus alien?

Then, something finally became clear: her mind. She quickly contacted Dr. Summers, who just finished meeting where she was proposing developing toxins to kill Harbingers.

“I just figured something out, Summers,” she stated in her now deep tones.

“Yes?” Summers responded with her usual fascination.

“My mind. It’s impossible that the Trianctan DNA didn’t affect me in some way throughout my life. It replaced some of my DNA with itself!”

“Yes, certainly, at least passively. From all your tests, I agree that there were possibly some cognitive affects. Your brain, structurally, continues to be as it was when you first came here, more or less. I do lack that kind of data before you started changing, but it seems unlikely that it was much different before that vaccine. Now, your synapses tend to fire differently than the average Human. I don’t have the data yet, but your brain presumably is processing a bit like a Tranctan’s. On the subject of you mind, assuming it has not changed much, it might be theorized that your mind always functioned similarly to a Trianctan, while developing other such traits physically made that mental processing more apparent. How this theory may help you, I’m not sure.”

“I think … we’ve been going about this all wrong, Summers. I think … we shouldn’t see my changes in extremes. I haven’t been fully human for nearly my entire life. My mind may be the strongest evidence of that. There is two sides of me, but I can’t be two. If I am to survive, I think I have to be both and neither. I have to be me.”

“And who are you, Helena?”

“Something as new as the Rogue Queen …” Helena breathed, feeling her mind and body coalesce in a way she didn’t fully understand, but it felt right. “I want my boyfriend here,” she continued on feeling alone. “I want him to be the key.”


Jason walked into a dark room. He felt confused and anxious.

“Hey,” Helena said quietly.

“Helena? Are you OK? Where’s the light switch?”

“I want it to be off …” She slowly walked up to him.

She kissed him deeply with her soft lips, pulling back quickly to prevent her tongue from growing erect.

“I’ve schanged,” she barely said with a partly erect tongue. “Make love tah me … I have to embrace all of me … Ssave me!”

She then pressed her shelled self hard against his unexacting body. There was no doubt he could feel Helena was rather different physically, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. His clothes were quickly torn away, and she thrust her hips around his growing member, penetrating her dripping crotch. Indeed, all her pleasure holes were lubricating themselves. She guided his mouth so he would suck off her throbbing tongue and press his lips against hers, before guiding his hands into two of her side holes of pleasure.

Jason wasn’t really sure what was happening, but it felt too damn good to care. Things had gotten so crazy with the war that the love of his life apparently not being Human was almost a breath of fresh air! The justices leaking from her member-like tongue were remarkably strange and addicting, too. He embraced her in all possible ways now. They were inside each other, especially after her whole fist somehow penetrated his ass. He looked deeply into her strange, inhuman eyes somehow knowing it was the love of his life.

They were soon thrusting widely, lovingly into each other at so many points of entry. Thrust, thrust, thrust, they went all over. Slick alien juices leaking out of Helena. Grunts both Human and inhuman echoed loudly within the room. They found themselves naturally syncing up, not as deeply as the nervous system, but their bodies seemed to learn each other. Helena’s juices dripped down their quivering bodies. They were close, so close. This quickly became a great need to experience an orgasm unlike either ever knew.

Hungering, they thrust more and more wildly. And then, explosion! Helena’s entire body came, half-alien cum spewing out of her and all over and within Jason, as Jason spewed so much cum into Helena it hurt.

They stumbled onto the bed, covered in goo. Helena switched on the lamp next to the bed to let Jason really see her. She looked as different as she looked the same, and Jason seemed to lover her all the more …

The Secret of Evolution:

Elizabeth sat quietly in meditation. What she did not want to tell anyone was that she could no longer see a way to win the war against the Harbingers. The Protectors succeed in defeat. Her first true miscalculation was devoting so much of her energies toward finally ending them. That focus away allowed for the Harbingers to make key moves, victorious or no. Now, the Alliance is practically surrounded by the shimmering black death the represent.

Not yet wanting to yield, she reached out toward every corner she possibly could with her mind. She desperately looked for any new factor she might have missed. At first, she found a few new possibilities, particularly via that Necromancer, but further calculation suggested a mere delay of total defeat … No … There was another.

Helena … She became a variable. Elizabeth did not put much thought into her before. She just might be the key element to enhance all others. This hybrid had a mind as different as Elizabeth’s own. Now that Helena steered and concluded her unexpected transformation, this new being could find very different pathways from any other.

Elizabeth finally understood something very important about life in that moment. Evolution’s greatest secret and strength is the minds created out of its processes. Humans hybridized with may subspecies eons ago, as Elizabeth herself was a kind of hybrid. Every offspring of a species might as well be a kind of hybrid. There is great chance, yes. It took millennia for a hybrid Queen to choose a different path. Now, the dice rolled for Helena, who much be the key to beating back the chaotic death surrounding them …

Helena had no real experience in fighting cosmic invaders, but no one from Earth really did. She didn’t want to become a part of the war. She didn’t even know what Elizabeth and the others really wanted from her. Still, Helena knew that she was something new. The Harbingers had known just about everything about Humans and their Queens, as they knew all about the others the fought.

It was a slow shift toward the Alliance’s favor. Helena helped as much as she could, learning more about herself than she ever thought possible, as all others pushed onward with the new influence. She specifically worked to learn about alien relatives, who were quite surprised and aroused about her existence.

The aid was almost intangible at first. But without the Protectors feeding their alien masters new information, Helena’s influence proved unpredictable to the Harbingers. Their chaos was met with another.

After five years, there was no surrender. The Harbingers fled from the war they could no longer win. Where they went was unknown, but their continued existence solidified a lasting alliance …

When One Door Closes, Another Must Always Open:

They two lay next to each other in bed. In spite of everything, Elizabeth and Jason were still madly in love. It was truly remarkable for them both.

She placed her hand on his cheek, and said quietly, “I need you to relax and clear your mind.”

“OK. Gonna experiment on me, Ellie?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not exactly. Just clear you mind, Jason …”

He did so, quite interested in what she was going to do.

‘Can you hear me, Jason? This is still not easy for me …’ she said in his mind.

“Yes!” he answered, amazed. “You’re as loud as my own inner voice.”

‘Use your inner voice, Jason. I will hear it …’

‘OK,’ he thought, also feeling her emotions bleed through to a degree. They were … uncomfortable.

‘Good … I need you to know I am pregnant, and they will become twins.’

‘What?’ he thought shocked.

‘When we made love before I transformed. The most logical instance. I didn’t realize until after, when they started to form. They are why I refused biological testing. I can sense that Queen DNA will be fully active in them. Ironically, I think it was assumed all prior Queens would procreate afterwards at some point, but the modern Cabal was always quite … courageous against my enslaved predecessors … I froze their development until the war was done.’

‘Will … they be OK?’

‘Of course, Jason, and they’re not even really ‘they’ yet. I think they will form within a few months now that I let their development resume … The world will never be the same, but we all will shape the new one to come.’

All Jason could do was hold her tightly …

And so, Earth became part of the galaxy, as you, dear reader, always knew it would. I, Jonas Treigg, did not know exactly how it would be written out, but there is a degree of satisfaction nonetheless. The future touched on earlier in this Unbound Saga is assured through chaos of this universe’s own making. It she be interesting to see what changes to even this moment might occur as the story moves forward. My Nameless Masters now silently feed, and I must now wait for my part in the ending of the Multiverse …


Blog Unbound: The Return of the Titans

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. While intricately connected the the rest of the Sci-Fi mythos, this story is not the planned second, climactic part of Harbinger of Darkness, which will conclude this narrative cycle. This story is actually a taking from multiple story ideas I’ve had, pulling them together to expand this mythos. It follows multiple individuals that are more than Human, and how their return from the shadows will rewrite the past and shape the future … Enjoy!

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The Return of the Titans

In Igne Procuderunt

There was fire and chaos and madness all around him. The old Bennett family was crumbling under the weight of time and its own dark eccentricities, as its massive house was finally crumbling into nothingness. Yet, she was still alive! But what is life after false-death? The madness that ran through her family suddenly overtook her, as it already overtook her brother over the course of his life. Jack could see the two were at their throats through the purifying flames. Death was what he wanted for them both, and she deserved her vengeance. Yet, Jack could not let her die, no matter how lost she seemed them. Somehow, Jack pulled the vengeful woman away the mad-eyed brother. The ageless chandelier suddenly crashed behind them …

Jack suddenly awoke in a cold sweat. That night happened over a year ago. He thought and dreamed of it often. No matter how many times it churned in his psyche, even the days leading up to that night made no logical sense. He quietly married Marry Bennett with the local county clerk before her brother and sole family member even knew they were engaged. Marry insisted, saying her brother was too lost wallowing in their family’s sordid history to care. They did agree to have some kind of more traditional event later, even if Jack was not all that traditional either.

Of course, after the death of her brother and destruction of her family home, there were serious legal matters. She was committed to the local insane asylum (on her insistence in a brief moment of lucidity), and there were serious questions relating to the fire and death of her brother. They really were just getting ahead of the judge, really. Today, Jack was to meet with the judge, her psychiatrist, and the case’s detective at the local courthouse …

Jack finally walked into very old judge Haller’s chambers. The graying Dr. Louis Samuels and the fairly young Detective Sally Corinth barely beat him there. Jack took a seat between them. The three were practically friends at this point, no matter how strange the circumstances were. The silent stenographer sat next to the judge.

“It looks like this is finally wrapping up now,” the judge said gruffly in his authoritative tones. “Dr. Samuels, you may report on Ms Bennett’s mental state …”

Jack had only seen Marry twice since she was committed.

“She is now stable mentally, in my opinion, and ready to stand trial if the state were to press charges. As you all know, I am legally and ethically bound not to provide more details with non-family members outside a trial.”

Jack learned through this process how convoluted legal matters were now in Maine when it came to mental illness. A formal hearing could not even commence until a licensed psychiatrist gave their blessing, let alone the state’s attorney general’s office. Even more significant, the judge had the authority to reject or ignore any possible testimony of those deemed “mentally incompetent” (the judge having full authority to assess such competence) long before that formal hearing. The judge took the middle-ground by waiting on Samuels’ report.

“OK,” the judge stated with a respectful nod towards the doctor. He shifted slightly. “Detective?”

She opened her brown folder. “We’ve gone through most of this before, but there are more up to date findings … That building’s extreme age is evidence alone for structural problems. We actually did uncover an insurance report last week from 2001 stating structural inadequacies, such as bug damage, and just about all the above. On the arson investigation, we have concluded that the fire was not intentional, and the shifted and ultimately collapsing fireplace led to a burning log or dying ember escaping the fireplace in Mr. Bennett’s room. Now, that would suggest negligence on the part of the late owner, Mr. Bennett … On the murder investigation, we believe her actions were in self defense, due to Mr. Leonard’s testimony and evidence found on the scene. The coffin did indeed have claw marks and blood from the suspect, and Mr. Leonard made it clear that Ms Bennett’s brother was trying to murder her. Testimony suggests Mr. Bennett was mentally disturbed, and Your Honor allowed investigation into the deceased Bennett’s mental state. It was also confirmed that the house’s butler died as a result of the fire and structural collapse. We concluded that he was the one that freed the suspect. While Mr. Bennett’s ultimate cause of death cannot be determined without the suspect’s testimony, it has been decided to not file charges against Ms Marry Bennett.”

“OK,” the judge stated with subtle relief. “Do any of you have questions?”

They all shook “no.” The case now hinged fully on the judge.

Judge Haller put his hands together audibly, interlocking his fingers. “Let the record show that there were no further inquires … With already given testimony of Mr. Jack Leonard, the new testimony of Dr. Louis Samuels and Detective Sally Corinth, but contingent on any future findings, the Special Mental Health Case of the death Mr. Vincent Bennett and the destruction of his residence is now closed. Per Governor Executive Order 11256, Dr. Samuels may continue to care for Ms Bennett until she is deemed fit to leave Pennamaquann Psychiatric Center, but the state of Maine is no longer required to pay for future services. Thank you all for your cooperation on the case.”

They all shook. The judge told them he still needed to do some paperwork with the Detective and attorney general’s office, but everything was indeed closed.

“Jack,” Dr. Samuels called over while they were walking out. “She has been wondering when you will see her again. She is really doing well, I’m sure you seeing her maybe today will confirm she’s ready to leave.”

“Yeah, I wanted to see how this meeting went, but I do want to see her,” I sighed. “I’ll meet you down there …”

Samuels and Jack walked into the doctor’s office. He already asked one of his nurses to retrieve Marry. They sat on the comfortable couch. He knew Jack probably needed just as much help as Marry, but tended to mask his emotions.

“Still having that dream?”

“Yeah …” Jack sighed. “You know, it’s like seeing another interpretation of events every time I dream it. Never really changes; just see it differently.”

“How different was it this time?”

I shook my head. “It felt the same … chaos and time crushing an old family. I think that’s all it was now. Vincent just gave up. Instead of wanting to push his family’s legacy forward, he wanted to push the last chapter. I mean, the Bennett family has not exactly been revered for over a century! Not that I ever cared about her family’s history.”

“Do you still think the Bennett’s history here doesn’t matter?”

“It did matter to her, I know now. She wasn’t like her brother when we first met. It was painful for her to talk about that history, so she did not say much. All I did know before I married her was that she wanted to be better than her ancestors. She liked having a lot to prove. Her brother, well, he was so far gone by his last days … You know the rest.”

“Yeah,” the doctor subtly sighed. “Just remember, you can move on, but you can’t change what happened. You just have to find a way to something better, in this case … Marry can leave whenever she feels ready at this point. Something like this may always be in the back of her mind, but she is no danger to herself or others anymore. It may always be in the back of your mind. [someone knocked on the door] The only one she wanted to kill was her brother, who already tried to kill her. It’s all over now. Time to be better … Come in.”

The slim, young yet visibly tired Marry was guided into the room by an older male nurse. A big smiled washed over her face when she saw me. All I could do was cry, and leap into a long embrace. Never much of a hugger or kisser, but that was all I could do right them. I could only see her before through glass like an old jail. The closed case removed that barrier.

We eventually sat, hands clasped. “How’r you feelin’?” I barely asked.

“Better, Jack. Nothing will be the same, but that’s OK, I think … There are things you have to know about my family …” She lightly moved her finger through her dark hair, suggesting nervousness.

“Your brother told me too much of it …”

The doctor oddly interjected, “There are things only now being understood. Doctor-patient confidentially allowed me to keep those details from the judge. She asked me to keep some from you. I don’t fully understand it all anyway …”

“What the hell’s he talking about, Marry?”

“What is the one thing about that night that really bothers you? The night the family madness almost killed us all,” she asked with a deathly seriousness.

Jack knew exactly what she was referring to. It was something he forced into the back of my mind. “The coffin … Those chains and locks looked as if something ripped through them. I thought the coffin, too, looked mangled. The police thought your butler released you, but … I’m just not sure …”

She nodded. “In Igne Procuderunt … Forged in Fire, that’s what the old family crest always said. I told you the family legend, which I now know has more truth than I ever knew. In 1406, England, William Bennett was to be burned at the stake for crimes he did not commit, but impossibly survived, forged in fire, to end the rein of the corrupt Sheriff. As reward, the King gave him and his decedents earldom of his shire, the true power over which faded in time …”

“Yes, I know …” I said bewildered. “That power and prestige dissipated. The family moved renounced that peerage, moved to America over 100 years ago with their house but without much money, leading to highly unethical business practices.”

Unethical is one way to put it!” she said with a light laugh that was always hers

“What does that have to do with the coffin, chains?”

“Everything,” she said seriously. “The prequel I certainly would have told you already, if everything didn’t literally fall apart, turns out to be more important than I ever realized! One of William’s parents, as the legend goes, was not Human. That’s why he survived the fire. His mother was claimed to be very different secretly. The story is vague, but she was said to be stronger with power over people. How much power is never said. What is interesting is that there is no record of her death. Anyway, she was the one that taught William to fight injustice, which led to the Sherif trying to execute him …

“I enjoyed the old family legends, even if I saw them as more than embellished. Now I can feel the truth burn through my veins. I did rip through those chains in my rage and vengeance! You could not see what I already did through the fire. I did kill Vincent, while our hands were at our throats. The sound of his neck snapping shifted the fuel of my madness to pure pain. I killed my own brother, because he was trying to kill me. For all his own madness, I loved him, even then. That’s why you were able to pull me away.”

I shook my head in confusion. “I understand you were defending yourself, but the chains … They were solid iron, I think. Alien blood?”

“Not quite alien,” the doctor said in what was clearly continued amazement, “but there is something different about her family’s DNA. It is not a genetic predisposition to insanity, I don’t think. It is more something that can lead to mental illness. If you watched a wound heal over time, but did not even know you could heal, how would you react? Would you think yourself divine? Would you think yourself possessed by evil?”

“Look, Louis …”

She placed her warm, loving hand on Jack’s cheek. “What’s happening is bigger than all of us. I am still me, I always will be. The shock of everything woke me up in a jolt, when I might have woken up on my own anyway. It was always there, poking at us quietly, and that seems to be one reason why my family became so horrible when they immigrated here. It drove my brother completely insane, as it did me for a while … I’m only just learning a lot of this now. It seems that my distant ancestor was akin to the mythical Titan. William’s mother may indeed still be alive, wherever she is!”

“But, why now?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“I don’t know all the details, but something is happening, happened worldwide. It seems like Titans try to take a back seat until something is really wrong. The Humans with that trait then wake up, too. All me and Louis really know right now is the Titans and something that may indeed be alien is preparing to fight a force that we may not have the strength to fight. Did you notice how shocked the winner of the last election was? I just learned that he’s only now learning he was a pawn, manipulated as much as many of his last-minute supporters. Yet, it may no longer matter. All I know is what manipulated the last election is now powerless in this country, but everything is still shaky. We’ll know more soon. I’m meeting people in Boston.”

“I married a superhero?”

“I’m no hero, be we can make things right …”

The Liar’s Daughter

Jason always suspected something was different about the rather private Brianna. Everything about her was, well, powerful. The raven haired, athletic figured woman has the air of a goddess about her. Yet, there was nothing domineering on her end. It was a relationship of equality. Still, that powerful nature made it difficult for Jason to really ask her about anything, and he honestly did not know much about her life prior to their meeting a few years back.

The wonder about her finally hit a peak a week after they starting living in an apartment together. They were watching an old supernatural soap opera, and hit an episode when a formerly antagonistic witch was trying live a “normal” life after learning to leg go of grudges. What really seemed to affect her, though, was how her leading her new husband was really part of some ancient cult. A cult she always perceived to be something far worse than what any witch’s practice.

Something about that subplot made Brianna uncomfortable. Jason was not exactly following some ancient, apocalyptic philosophy. Was Brianna really hiding something from him, he wondered?

“Not liking this plot line, Brie? It wasn’t the most popular at the time …” he forced.

She smirked oddly, before putting herself in a clearly deep thought. “I haven’t told you much about me …”

“I, uh, I guess I’m just not that nosey …”

“Ever had to keep a secret. Jason? Like you put on a mask so no one really knows who you are?”

“Like some comic book superhero?” He really did not know what to make of this burgeoning conversation.

“Depends on how you look at it, Jason … You all but worship me as a goddess, I know. Well, I always got that from people. You always wanted to know why, but could never bring yourself to ask. Then, you probably asked yourself what stopped you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I trust you. You don’t want to worship me, but don’t want to ever leave me. I’m saying the witch reminds me a little of me. I am trying to hide in a normal life, but I am capable of anything but. The concept of Titans, the Giants of the Native Americans, superheroes all comes from a reality I was born into. We just haven’t advertised for millennia. My father — you met him — was known as the fabled, briefly not confirmed bachelor Glooskap, who helped many here in the Northeast a very long time ago. We can save people from violence as much as we unintentionally create that violence, though. I always care more about the individual, and some of us can be worse than the violence my kin tried to prevent.”

“You can’t be serious …”

“You know I am telling the truth. You can feel it, you always have … I never lied to you — not really; I just never told you some things.”

“How old are you?” he asked awkwardly, feeling her mask fall away, “You’re not Human?”

“A subspecies of of humanity, I guess — obviously most can have offspring with Humans, but … I, as much of my kind, are quite old now.”

“But, you’re barely half an inch taller that average me …” He almost mumbled to himself.

“Perceptions of us vary. Think back. How tall did you think I was after we first met?”

He was taken aback, the incidental music chiming on the TV. “I thought … I did think you were very tall. You’re father, even taller.”

“My father’s only about five-foot nine,” she said with subtle amusement.

He felt like a weight melted off his shoulders, a weight he did not realize was there.

“And you feel a change now, I see. That’s fine. Knowing the truth frees Humans of whatever bizarre reverse-empathy my kind emits.”

“There’s more isn’t there. You needed to tell me, but didn’t know when or how.

“Yes.” She leaned in for a deep, loving smooch. “There’s been a change, and this time on a global level. This isn’t really economics; though, that change turned out to be a precursor to what is calling us now …”

“This is something new isn’t it?” he asked with a chill down his spine.

“Yes, Jason. It’s never been felt like this before. We feel, we know it is not of this Earth.”


“We’ve had on and off — mostly off — relations with this ancient Cabal that fought an alien worshiping cult for a very long time. That cult miscalculated economics for once back in 2008, and the Cabal finally overwhelmed them. Now, the Cabal got super-weapon with alien DNA on their side. Never saw that coming!” She deeply sighed. “Those worshipped aliens are coming for that defector and will aim suck this world into oblivion. That is what my kind is sensing now. We are conglomerating in Boston of all places. I am leaving tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a couple days. I want you with me on this as much as you can. I’ll keep in constant contact. This coming war won’t be fought tomorrow or the next day, but it will be here sooner than we can truly prepare …”

Her Return

The wealthy heiress disappeared at seventeen, 2002. Jennifer Winthrop reappeared five years later within the Granary Burying Ground in Boston, Massachusetts, at the tomb of some of her ancestors.

There were only more questions. Jennifer never seemed to answer anything clearly. Indeed, she did not seem to be five years older. The now mysterious woman only seemed to confide in her older brother, John, who also refused to answer anything clearly. The only thing that seemed clear was that Jennifer was running from someone or something, which was never referenced directly.

Then, as suddenly as she reappeared, she gone …

John Winthrop sat pensively at his desk on the top floor of the aging though well kept Boston high-rise. He didn’t know why he was thinking about his sister right then. Indeed, he barely thought about her ten years, since she disappeared the second time. Much has happened since. Their father retired from his role as CEO a year before, while still officially Chairman of the Board (often too busy yachting to attend personally), and John was voted in as his successor. Though, John proved hands-off to a fault, leaning heavily on Brian Jackson, the company’s long-time COO.


“Yes?” John answered.

“Someone is here to see you, sir,” his assistant chimed through the phone.


“I think it best you see her yourself,” she answered oddly.

Her? … Sender her in …”

A striking woman, who barely looked more than twenty, confidently walked into the office. She had wavy strawberry blonde hair, healthy athletic frame, and green eyes. A shimmering gray dress adorned the woman.

“Jennifer!?” He stood, almost hyperventilating at the sight.

“Yes, John, I’m back,” she stated with quiet confidence that didn’t exist those hazy years ago.

“What happened to you?”

“Too much, but much has changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot needs to be be done. There’s no more running. That’s why I’m here.”

John walked up to her. “Jennifer …”

She subtly backed away. “I can’t stay long, but I will not be disappearing again. Just wanted to see you before I get to work.”


“Reclaiming my life, among more important things. Decided to come here first.”

“Oh, right. I’m sure the cops will have a few questions …”

“I’m sure they would. I’ll see you later. I did miss you more than you will know.” Her words were as sad as they were true. Yet, it was clear John was not a high priority on her checklist.

“Whatever you need, Jennifer. Just ask.”

“I will, Jason … You don’t need to put me on the payroll, but I’ll take an ID whenever HR can print one.”

“No problem!”

“Bye.” She quickly left.

The next few weeks were strange in Jason’s eye, and it all seemed to revolve around his sister. Jennifer, without any questions asked, all but took over a whole floor, which was vacant of late anyway. A variety of people came and went: sometimes business leaders Jason at least knew of; sometimes nameless people of supposed importance. Through it all, he saw very little of his apparently busy sister. It’s not clear if she told anyone about what happened to her.

Frustrated, Jason made his way to the floor his sister practically usurped. He walked up to the empty reception area. As it was a part of the building designated for renters or otherwise special projects, it was built to function independently and privately. The main door behind reception was locked.

Jason quickly turned to two rather large men behind him.

“May we help you, Mr. Winthrop?”

“Uh, yes,” he answered surprised. Where did the come from!? “I would like to see my sister. Is she available?”

“No,” the burly one on the left said flatly.

The other clarified, “She is presently in a meeting with several people. Even though they should be concluding any time now, Ms Winthrop has a full schedule today.”

Their watches quietly buzzed, and they glanced at the notification.

“Their meeting just ended,” the one on the left stated.

The two walked over to the wood door, flanking it. Various people filed out, casually greeting Jason.

“Jack Weld?” Jason called to an acceptance. He was on the Board of Directors of Jason’s company, and was the Chief Operating Officer of a medical research start-up.

“Oh, hi, Jason!” he greeted and shook pleasantly.

“So, how was that meeting?” Jason asked curiously.

“I thought you were notoriously hands off!” Jack teased. He was always very direct, albeit lightly. “Unusual, Jason. Looks like your sister is interested in building a kind of futurist research company. Hasn’t talked with you about it?”

“Not really, but she clearly has our father’s aggressive streak. I remember him going forward with ideas he was really excited about without bringing everyone in right away!”

“Yeah, guess that explains it,” he said ponderously. “I’d say were were sworn to secrecy, but looks like she’s keeping everything very regimented. I guess she’ll put it all together soon enough.”

“I’m sure she will, Jack.”

Jason got a glance of his blue dressed sister a moment before that heavy door swung shut.

In a deep sleep, Jason suddenly found himself awake in his moonlit bedroom. He rubbed his eyes. With a surprise that felt tempered by external forces, his eyes focused on his lace wearing sister casually sitting on the chair at the far end of the room. She slowly, silently stood, and walked over to the side of his bed, sitting on the edge. She gave him a long, loving kiss.

“I made a mistake,” she said quietly.


“I didn’t want any distractions for what needs to be done. It’s so important …”

“What are you talking about, Jennifer? What happened to you? What have you been doing?”

She places her soft finger on his lips. “Remember …”

Jennifer Winthrop appeared at the tomb of her ancestors. It was as if she was trying to learn something about them. Indeed she was.

Jason soon after found himself alone with his sister. There was an endless barrage of questions from the detective assigned to her disappearance, but she refused to discuss any of it. There was not real pressing, as she was perfect, too perfect physically.

“Where did you go, Jennifer? Why won’t you tell anyone?” Jason asked desperately in her room.

“Lightyears away.”


“Only a couple. It’s nothing when you know how to work around certain limitations … I was kidnapped, Jason. Our family is so much more. I had no idea until after I learned why they took me. None of the tests were really invasive; they did no have to be with their tech. I was so lonely … I guess they weren’t bad. All they wanted was to learn more about us. Us, as in the Humans that are more than Human.”


“Yes, Jason. I’m not sure if you have the gift, but I do. It could have laid dormant, but they forced it to emerge. The charisma, for good and ill, has been powerful throughout the Winthrop line. The voice of Governor John Winthrop can still be felt today, even if his gift was never fully awakened … That is our power, Jason: empathetic charisma. It’s like telepathy, but somewhat more specialized. I’m still learning how to wield it. It is how I escaped, but they will be back for me soon. They will make you forget much of this. Try to remember this. You may have at least an echo of the gift …”

Suddenly, Jason was back in bed with his sister.

“What the fuck …?” Jason breathed. “They did come to me, to us, the day you disappeared … We thought they were cops, and we remembered they were …”

“I’ve gotten a bit better since I left. More time passed for you than me, though. Interspace travel is annoying in that way!”

“Are they coming back for you, Jen?”

“No,” she answered with a hint of pride. “Turned out to be more powerful than they anticipated. I, err, I run that syndicate now! They overstretched themselves, skirting around legalities of various worlds. Can’t say we adhere to every law now, but we don’t exactly kidnap anyone anymore. What’s important is why I’m back.”

Jason was speechless. He believed her, he hung on every word. The simply fact that he believed her so easily was proof enough. Such charisma could influence undying loyalty.

“Titans, some have called us. There’s something deep in our genetic code that enables us to sense great change or need. Such extreme shifts can be dangerous to all Humans involved … I felt it across the stars, as all Titans felt it here, even awakening potential ones. The newest Queen of the Dark Sky has chosen to break from the ancient Protectors of the Queens, and has joined the Cabal of Defenders, who has finally decimated those Protectors. Everything has changed. Many other races warred with the beings coming for this world, and I ensured that they will join us sooner than later. I’ve been coordinating with the Cabal starting right after I returned to you, and began to seek out other Titans even before. I’m building something here that could surpass that stalemate so many other words are still in. Will you help me, Jason?”

“Anything, Jennifer,” he said, before passionately kissing and hugger her.

The Demoniacs

Jennifer Winthrop had one Earthbound puzzle piece left: To unite the Titans. They were never a truly homogeneous people. Some good, some evil, some anywhere in between. Yet, millennia of shadowed existence had led to a neutralizing malaise, as the worst of the Titans were long gone. Many Titans were technically immortal, but many simply ran out of gas or learned they were not invulnerable. Regardless, the sense of change awoke them, leading to most jelling around Jennifer’s call to action.

The one apparent exception were the Demoniacs, a very special type of Titan known for inspiring concepts of demonism and lustful revelry. The first were normal Titans, who supposedly created themselves, while they can “corrupt” a Human into becoming a Demoniac. They were never truly “evil,” but their, well, demonic appearance and mastery of manipulation inspired the rather shady cautionary tales of many religions. They, however, embraced “Demoniac” (demon-like), being a rather accurate description.

Their true difference from other Titans, in terms of culture, was their unity. Though they rarely come together in council, the Demoniacs followed a clear though somewhat flexible set of rules.

As a show of unity, Jennifer decided to have the Brianna of the “old” and Marry of the “new” accompany her.

The three were let into the flashy club in Vancouver, Canada, to meet with the more than aptly named Asmodai and Voluptas. There did not seem to be any Demoniacs let alone regular Titans present. It was just a night club filled with drunken dancers, not unlike any other.

They were eventually ushered into the large back office. The two there were beyond doubt Demoniac. They sat in rather gushy, mahogany thrones behind a matching desk. Asmodai and Voluptas stood, toweringly, and walked over to their guests. The glorious Demoniacs had bodies that fully showed off their epically erotic power (the more elaborate the better with their kind). Asmodai was exceedingly musclebound, six feet tall, blood red skin that actively shimmered hypnotically, and an approximately fifteen inch dick with terrifying girth. Voluptas’ body lived up to her name. She was taller than anyone in the room at over six feet. Her highly athletic body was full figured hourglass. Her latex-like skin was pink with orange and red striations resembling hypnotic fire, while her large nipples and areolae were pitch black.

“Welcome to the Drunken Hellhound,” Voluptas greeted pleasantly.

“It is nice to have people back here that don’t require us to put on a false appearance, at least at first,” Asmodai stated almost teasingly.

“As you already know, I am Voluptas of the Three Graces, Daughter of Cupid and Psyche. Some call me Hedone, but I like Voluptas lately.”

“I am Asmodai, the original King of Lust. Tomorrows orgy starts at 10 PM, if you’re interested.”

“Indeed,” Jennifer breathed, feeling the arousal like her compatriots. “What do you need to know about the great change bringing us together?”

“We live in the shadows, not under rocks,” Asmodai echoed.

“We have maintained our neutrality,” Voluptas continued, “because as you, we’ve had little interest in nudging the world for millennia. None of us got it right all those eons ago.”

“But, what is coming is beyond all our choices then,” Brianna forwarded, sensing an opening on their part.

Voluptas smirked seductively at Brianna with her shimmering black lips.

Asmodai confirmed Brianna’s assertion, looking at her with knowing smile. “We held the first meeting of the Hortus Lubidinis in 1500 years, three days ago, on the very issue forwarded.”

“We came to some interesting unanimity,” Voluptas said with blatant excitement. “It was agreed that we step out of the shadows under specific circumstances, which would ensure unity. We never liked being perceived as ‘evil,’ as we hated the black and white.”

“This unity must be assured through one of you,” Asmodai furthered.

“What does that mean?” Jennifer asked uncomfortably.

“We have never seen eye to eye on much, your people and mine,” Voluptas began, “yet we are kin. We were never at odds like much of your people once, yet we never found a way to work together on anything.”

“To ensure a lasting alliance against the coming chaos, one of you four must become one of us,” Asmodai said hungrily.

They were taken aback. Sure, it was not unheard of for one of them to become a Demoniac, but none of the four ever even considered such a means of sealing an alliance. It was supposed to be a near complete transformation of body and self. Many questions flowed through their minds like if they would even still want what they always wanted.

Before they could even start discussing the proposal, Jennifer suddenly stepped forward. “I’ll do it, Voluptas, Asmodai. I’ll become one of you to make this alliance.”

The two looked at her and each other, quietly laughing sharp toothily.

“You were right, Azzy!” Voluptas churred. “That is the gallant one.”

“We don’t want this to be so simple,” Asmodai began to clarify. “As expected, the one we need must choose out of pure selflessness. The one we already chose: Brianna.”

Brianna gasped. The four of them had one mission: to unite their race. The Demoniacs correctly surmised that Brianna would be the least likely to agree. Yet, the room could not be left without even the possibility of an understanding.

There were no words for a few moments, all knowing how this needed to end. For the greater good, it really didn’t matter to them who joined the Demoniacs.

Brianna deeply sighed, and tepidly walked up to the expectant Voluptas and Asmodai. “How much … how dramatic is the transformation …?” Brianna asked anxiously.

Voluptas smirked sexily, slowly licking her full lips of almost hypnotic darkness with her forked tongue. “Oh, my dear, it’s more profound than you can ever imagine. I suppose you will still be you after it all. But, your very nature will have changed.”

“As a Titan,” Asmodai began, “you’ll only need one epically corrupting orgasm, instead of the Human standard of three magical ones. The real difference? You must be in full acceptance; you must want to be transformed. Otherwise, we’ll just be fucking. You must let yourself take it all in.”

The two Demoniac leaders moved close enough to her that they could hear each other’s hot breath splatter over their quivering bodies. A look of total seriousness and inquisitiveness washed over the darkly sexy beings.

“Do you want to sacrifice all that you are for the future of this world to be one of us?” Voluptas asked with total seriousness

“Ye … Yes …” Brianna said nervously, with distinct doubt.

“Brianna, do you want to become a Demoniac?” Asmodai asked more insistently.

The scarred Brianna stood for a few moments, knowing her doubt was presently overriding the need to bring all Titans together. She really didn’t want to become a Demoniac. She thought about Jason, how he would think. Her very soul might as well be transformed in the process. She would never be the same.

Yet, all those thoughts were out of selfishness. That was the obvious point. They wanted the alliance to be created out of purity. Sure, anyone could practically become one of them. They wanted something more. The world needed something more, and a rebel, half-alien Queen was not enough.

It all hinged on Brianna, who never pushed herself to beyond the needs of the individual. She secretly always felt that her father, who helped so many, might feel some disappointment in her, even though her entire race was self-shrouded for millennia. The liar’s daughter was lying to herself about was was truly right for her own benefit. This was the moment to go beyond herself, to fight for not only the one, but also the whole.

With all the truth that was now her, Brianna finally answered, “I am ready to become a Dominiac, so that we may all fight for this world against the coming chaos.”

Voluptas sensuously walked around to Brianna’s rear, removing their clothes, as Asmodai removed his own, remaining in front. Only one of them was necessary to corrupt Brianna sufficiently for transformation, but it was clear the two leaders shared everything.

The large beings utterly eclipsed the technically tall Brianna.

The gloriously nude Volputas turned her head to the other two guests. “You two may leave, look on, or join …”

“It matter’s not,” Asmodai furthered.

The two silently decided to look on, as morbidly curious as secretly aroused.

The powerful Demoniacs tenderly touched the scared, quivering Brianna, who conversely found herself more certain than ever for this.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear,” Voluptas tenderly whispered in her ear, kissing it.

“We will ease you into this,” Asmodai whispered with equal tenderness in her other ear, licking it with forked tongue.

Clothes were gone like they were never there. Brianna’s bare skin around her abdomen tingled around the massive dick pressed up against it, as did the skin at her shoulders from Vuluptas’ mouth-waveringly large boobs. The silken hands of the Demoniacs almost lovingly explored Brianna’s receptive body, who crotch began to moisten drastically.

Feeling the fear transform into lust, arousal, Brianna began to feel their firm bodies. She lightly touched their long, pointed horns, before moving downward. Loving, no, lusting over their curvy musculature. She soon pushed herself through inhibition, grabbing at their meaty asses, before reaching further to shove her fingers into their most assholes.

With distinct yet perhaps ironic surprise, Brianna cooed at long, clawed Demoniac fingers in her own wet pussy at ass. The Demoniacs’ fingering was ever so subtly more wanting, aggressive than the prior touches.

Brianna then looked up to the surprisingly caring yet hungrily lustful cat-eyes, and grabbed his head for a deep, tongue filled kiss. His blatantly forked, surprisingly long tongue was unlike anything she experienced. It explored her mouth with an almost wizened lust, making her wonder how it would feel in her other holes.

Suddenly wanting to taste the voluptuous one behind her, Brianna swiveled around, and almost aggressively pulled Voluptas’ head down to hers. Their open mouths collided, leading to an even more intense kiss than a moment before. The forked, longer tongue almost seemed to make lust with her mouth, while Brianna almost desperately tried to follow suit.

Brianna then found herself aggressively feeling down the muscular female’s neck to the mesmerizing breasts. She then starred at the glorious orbs with the black center nipples, letting herself become hypnotized by them, while Asmodai aggressively fingered her twitching ass and pussy. Grunting and cooing on impulse, Brianna then bared down on the orbs of lust, aggressively groping and sucking, lusting at how remarkably erect the infinitely black nipples were. Voluptas moaned, cooed, growled loudly in the intense pleasure, she and Asmodai relishing the surprise Brianna was about to receive.

While she worshiped the lustful tits, Asmodai lifted Brianna off her sexy feet, and shoved his implausibly large member into her surprised yet soaked pussy. “HOLY FUCK!” Brianna screamed in lust, taking it all. She was too mesmerized by Voluptas’ breasts to realize how quickly her pussy adapted to the invader.

Moaning and grunting madly in the pleasure, Brianna continued to lust over the aroused breasts like she never lusted before. “DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP, BRIANNA!” Voluptas screamed in pure lust.

Brianna, through the growing lust and pleasure, felt and saw how Voluptas’ boobs began to grow. It only made Brianna want to worship them more. Her worship grew so intense and mesmerizing that she barely even noticed that Asmodai exploded is thick, dark cum into her pussy, before quickly shoving his still erect monstrosity into her fully accepting ass, feeling pleasure as if it were her pussy. Bitting the nipple hard, Brianna growled at the lust permeating her very being, noticing but not really caring at how her finger and toenails were obviously longer, sharper, and darkening.

Voluptas’ thick tail then penetrated Brianna’s dripping pussy deeply, as Asmodai shoved his tail in Voluptas’ hungry pussy. It just made Brianna worship just that much more aggressively, as did the fact that the boobs ballooned to nearly double their initial size.

Suddenly, Voluptas literally exploded in orgasm, her boobs spewing lust-filled, black cum-milk down Brianna throat and body. Asmodai, too, at the feel of his lover’s cum-milk splattering on his cheek, let loose a massive black load into Brianna’s ass.

They let Brianna fall to her knees, needing to catch her breath. Her mind was just barely there to process some very different things. She was more horny than she ever knew possible, yet in spite of all that just happened to her — all the tasty black cum inside and out, she had yet to cum herself. As she further consumed the addicting cum from Demoniac dick and tit, Brianna noticed how her toe and finger nails were now long, black claws, as she saw how her skin was barely its light olive color anymore. Her skin now had an odd, elaborate tonal mix of dark pink and deep red, clearly overwhelming the original hue. Her nipples were now a deep, bright red, as her areolae were now deep pink. Running her tongue around her distinctly sharper canniness, she quickly realized how different those were, too. She outstretched her tongue, not only seeing that it now was nearly as long as Asmodai’s, but also how it was distinctly forked. A lustful thought quickly hit her how it would be perfect for Voluptas’ and other’s G-spots.

“You are becoming so beautiful, Brianna!” Asmodai proclaimed, unabashedly stroking his member.

“We can tell that you may become as or more powerful than I!” Voluptas proclaimed hungrily, aggressively fingering herself.

“I  fuck,” Brianna barely started through the corrupting lust, rubbing her pussy and breasts. “I need to cum …”

“Your transformation is fueled by our corrupting lust. Your body, your essence is absorbing the orgasm before it even begins!” Asmodai began hungrily.

“You shall cum when you are fully Demoniac!” Voluptas exclaimed proudly. “It will be the most powerful of your life, yet merely a preview of the pleasures to come.”

The all corrupting lust becoming overwhelming, Brianna aggressively pushed the receptive Voluptas to her back, lusting over how she was now almost as tall as Voluptas. Brianna parked her dripping crotch on Voluptas’ wide open mouth. The moment Voluptas’ long, forked tongue penetrated to the G-spot, Brianna felt her new pointy horns force their way out just behind her bangs, playfully curving before stopping at several inches in length. Brianna epically moaned and cooed, feeling her hard yet silken horns, marveling at how her ears were now distinctly pointed.

Correctly assuming her body was becoming more nimble, Brianna then bent backwards, arching her lengthened back with east, to consume the female Demoniac’s soaked pussy. She began to imitate the perfect, lust-filled twirls happening inside her, feeling the corruption begin to penetrate more corners of her being than she knew existed.

Suddenly, Asmodai brought his throbbing member toward Brianna’s mouth, which happily repositioned (long tongue still in pussy) to receive the meal. Brianna’s mouth and throat became like her pussy, feeling pleasure equally, before Asmodai alternated between Brianna’s mouth and Voluptas’ ass.

Grunt, grunt, grunt; swirl, swirl, swirl; thrust, thrust, thrust. The pleasure, the lust was becoming unbearable for the almost fully transformed Brianna. A thick, prehensile tale with gloriously swirling deep red and pink coloring suddenly grew from the base of her spine. Voluptas and Asmodai again spewed massive amounts of black cum inside and out, but it still was not enough.

Brianna almost desperately flipped herself over. Before she began to again consume Voluptas’ delicious pussy, she ordered in a loud growl, “Fuck my ass, Asmaodai, NOW!”

He quickly obliged, as Voluptas and all but Demoniac Brianna consumed their respective pussies. There was lust, so much lust throughout Brianna’s very being now. It uncontrollably overwhelmed all that she was, rewriting her very consciousness.

She looked up wide eyed to her hot and bothered and sexy friends, as her already dark eyes became distinctly cat-like, while skin patterned like a chaotic, alien ocean of shimmering red and pink. Her upper and lower fangs were now distinct and sharp. Her body had grown even taller than Voluptas’, while it was now fuller, more voluptuous, more goddess-like. Her feet were more than proportionally larger, narrower, and more highly arched, unlike most Demoniacs.

Then Brianna felt it. Her body had transformed to its fullest extent. The orgasm she so desperately yearned for was finally coming to confirm her new Demoniac essence. The lust of it was unlike anything she ever thought possible, and that just made her want it more!

“Oh, fuck,” she growled on lustful impulse. “I can’t BELIEVE … It’s COMING! ERRGUH …” At the apex of the epic, glorious orgasm of all corrupting lust, Brianna screamed deeply, “I AM DEMONIAC!”

Orgasmic energy, only a transformed Titan could expel at such a moment, exploded out of Brianna, causing all in the room to cum hard with true lust. Voluptas and Asmodai orgasmed out massive a amount of their black cum, as her Titan friends fell to the floor, squirting all over their clothes in orgasm.

They all lay on the floor for several minutes, recovering from the more powerful than usual birth-cry. Brianna eventually looked over to her friends, and stood, remarking at how she could only stand on the balls of her feet now like she were wearing very high heals. Voluptas and Asmodai stood, lusting at her easily six-foot five-inch stature, amplified by how she stood on her feet.

Brianna walked, with surprising ease on her new feet, over to the amazed, distinctly aroused Titans. “I feel so remarkable …” Brianna stated with a distinctly deeper voice.

“Brianna?” the asked uncomfortably in near unison.

She smiled in a reassuring way. “Yes, well … the Demoniac Brianna. It’s hard to explain …” Brianna realized the self control the two behind her exhibited to make all this possible. She really had no qualms about forcing any of them to the floor to fuck their brains out. “The alliance is secured through me. I am ready to fight for the world with you and my fellow Demoniacs. I am also ready to fuck you.”

Before either could say a word, Brianna forced them to the floor, controlling her newfound strength enough to not hurt them. She quickly found her way to to already we crotches, and fingered them wildly. They certainly would not become corrupted — not wanting to be, but no one was really immune to the lust a Demoniac naturally excreted.

The two began to lustfully make out, pulling open their blouses to grope their boobs. At the same time, they kicked off their shoes to grope their lower extremities with their soft feet.

“Yes! That’s it,” Brianna cooed. “Celebrate today’s success. I want you two to cum in lustful celebration!”

Not wanting to spend too much more time than they already had there, Brianna fingered their G-spots without restraint. In some ways, she just wanted to show them what she became. She was neither truly good nor evil. She was now a lustful being of riotousness and selflessness. She was now what the world needed.

They exploded in the wettest most remarkable orgasm of their lives …

* * * *

Brianna returned home to her lover, Jason. She was honestly not sure how she would react, nor how he would react. So, she emitted the hypnotic field Voluptas and Asmodai taught her to control the day before. The lie allowed her to make him think she had not changed at all physically.

She found it objectively fascinating how she reacted to him, when they hugged and kissed. It took a lot of effort to control herself right then. She honestly still felt love for him, if not more so. Yet, her love was now intertwined with her corrupting lust. She knew was she needed to do, and he was to only like it.

They sat on the couch.

“So, you said everything went well, but didn’t go into detail …”

“It … Didn’t go as expected, Jason. There was … sacrifice, in a way.”

“What do you mean, Brianna?” he asked concerned.

She gave him a true, loving smooch, and answered cryptically, “I decided the ends justified the provided means. Whether that matters here or not, all I know now is that I want you forever.”

Letting loose the corrupting lust of her new self — without shutting off the hypnotic field, Brianna pushed him onto his back while lustfully and lovingly making out with him. His cock ballooned long before she literally ripped off his clothes. Her pussy, though technically massive, shaped itself around his humanly respectable member. She pealed off her clothes, and rode him wildly, she being much heavier yet looking as she always did was lost on him through the pleasure.

Yes, Brianna was corrupting the man she loved. Yes, she didn’t bother to ask. Yes, it probably wound not have mattered in the long run. Making him a Demoniac Titan sooner than later was probably the best option for their continued relationship.

They soon came together in powerful orgasm. He was no Titan, not yet, so this wasn’t going to take long. At the same time, she knew that corrupting a Human should be dramatically prolonged greater lust, but this wasn’t just about lust. Demoniacs, too, she finally understood, were rather particular in who they corrupted and transformed. Indeed, they rarely ever fucked a Human more than once.

“Again!” she cooed.

Before he could say a word, Jason found his mouth was burring in Brianna’s glorious pussy. Brianna sucked his already enlivened cock, as Jason happily and lustfully ate her pussy. She rocked back and forth joyously on top.

Now Jason could not deny how much heavier her lover was, even though she looked no different. She was acting very differently, though … Before he could put anymore thought into it, the corrupting lust began to take hold. He found himself consuming and fingering with great want.

“Good!” she cooed deeply. “Give in to me. Embrace all you’re feeling for me right now!”

They consumed each other more wildly, and soon exploded into their hungry mouths.

With all the corrupting lust inside him now, Jason could all but see through Brianna’s hypnotic field. He could tell that she was physically different somehow. He was just too horny for her to really care.

Brianna decided to lay back, and enjoy her lover’s fucking and inevitable transformation. Jason then jumped into Brianna, and humped her widely, with equal love and lust. He grabbed her ankles, and began to slobber all over her soft, sensitive feet. All Brianna could do was happily moan and coo.

While he humped and slobbered, and began to see through the hypnotic field. She was indeed much bigger, well over six feet and more athletic. Her feet were bigger and longer with distinctly black claws. Horns! Cat-eyes! Tail! Flowing red and pink skin!

“Do you like your upgraded lover, Jason?” she said seductively in her true, deep tones.

“Yeah …” he barely breathed, humping her even harder.

“UMM … oh .. UHM … This was the deal, Jayson. I selflessly became on of them … Fuck yes! … You’re my lover … ERRR … You could only become like me!”

At the moment of epic orgasm, he grew to nearly six feet, his dick doubled in size inside her, his skin turned a light red, small horns protruded, black claws grew, and a healthy tail forced its way out and up. With sharp fangs and long forked tongues — tails shoved in one another’s assholes, they affirmed their love and lust forever …