But comforting wasn’t the order of the evening. Eliza started kissing Veronica on the shoulder, working her way up to Veronica’s neck. She smiled when her girlfriend’s breathing became deeper. When Veronica had become a Hybrid and adopted certain vampire strengths, she also adopted certain characteristics. These included, but were not limited to, a taste for blood and a certain sensitivity around the neck, and it was the latter that was driving Veronica bonkers. She had a death grip on Eliza’s head, keeping it in place while the former vampire ravaged her neck with sweet soft lips. Her gasps got stronger when Eliza’s tongue starting tracing figure eights on that sensitive skin.
Then Eliza pressed her thigh between Veronica’s legs and against her mound, pushing it gently against the entrance to the former human’s sex. And almost against her will, Veronica humped her hips against that leg, willing to do anything to achieve the release that the tantalization of her neck was demanding. She grasped her lover’s firm ass with a powerful grip, just to give her hands something to do. Finally, she pulled Eliza’s head away and flipped the white-haired woman onto her back. Veronica spun around with incredible speed until she had her lover in her favored sixty-nine, and she buried her mouth in Eliza’s warm, beautiful pussy and began to lick it for all she was worth.
Eliza returned the favor, sending her tongue deep into Veronica’s box. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist, using one hand to pull one of Veronica’s butt cheeks aside so she could insert two fingers into the blonde woman’s little pink asshole. Then she let go of Veronica’s cheek and sunk two fingers from the other hand into that suddenly crowded sphincter, stretching it every which way but loose.
Veronica’s eyes had lit up like a pinball game as Eliza stimulated both her lower openings. She started flicking her lover’s clitoris lightly with her tongue while scrunching up four fingers from one hand and shoving them as a single bulky unit into Eliza’s vaginal opening. She was pumping away, sinking all the way up to her knuckles at lightning speed.
That was when something occurred to her: it was a fantasy that she and Eliza had shared when they started having their sexual dreams. Eliza had always wanted to make love on sun-warmed rock in the mountains or in the desert. It was such a simple dream that Veronica was surprised they hadn’t gotten around to it earlier. There were so many fantasies she wanted to experience with this woman. She just hoped she would have the opportunity.
Eliza struck gold first, feeling a slight contraction of muscle around her tongue and a death grip around her fingers as those orifices closed down on their respective invaders. She only had a minute to lap up her victory, because Veronica’s forceful fingering pushed Eliza over the edge. The two women kissed and nuzzled one another’s pussies until their muscles relaxed enough to move again.
Veronica turned around and was lying half on Eliza’s body and half on the rock as her lips sought out those of her lover. Their own juices mixed in an intoxicating cocktail as tongues drifted between lips into each other’s mouth.
“ELIZA! VERONICA!” came a shout from below. It sounded like Dennis. “You might want to get down here! There’s a message by the Purity that’s about to be broadcast on all the data streams!”
“Those sons of . . .” Eliza and Veronica hurriedly got dressed and sped down the mountain at an almost reckless pace. All the while, Veronica was cursing those infernal bastards who seemed to screw up her life every time things were going well.
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Inside the compound . . .
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Everyone was gathered around the holo-projector when Eliza and Veronica arrived. The news anchor was droning on about the conflict thus far between the World Council and the Purity. After talking about some of the altercations between forces and going over the conflict at Fort Crass, they were switched to a recorded video-feed.
There were five figures, robed and hooded in black, standing behind a series of white-marble podiums. The first began to speak as he was spotlighted.
“Greetings to the pure-blooded humans of Earth. We stand here tonight to appeal to your sense of righteousness and decency, asking you to stand with us against the remaining monsters of Terra! We have been fighting the good fight and we are winning! We struck a blow for decency in the very heart of the Terran terrorists and their sympathizers at Fort Crass in the United States. But now, these vile beings are trying to gather an army. They seek not just to attack us in the Purity, but to declare war on the human way of life!”
The next speaker was illuminated. “Right now, their forces are pitiful compared to ours, but if allowed to grow they could pose a danger to decent human beings everywhere. Their leader, a monstrous and depraved half-breed, has already made it clear that she will be satisfied with nothing except for the bloody annihilation of our species!”
A number of people in the audience were grumbling obscenities at the projection and the speakers obvious misinterpretation of what a Blood War was. Eliza gripped the back of her couch so hard that part of it broke off in her hands.
The third speaker was illuminated. “How much clearer can we make it that these things are threats to us?!? They have already shown that they can corrupt us, turning human beings into creatures more like them! Our very identities as humans are at risk in front of their scourge!”
It was the fourth speakers turn. “We encourage all our pure human brethren to fight back against this army of evil! Call your lawmakers and demand that these animals be caged! They must not be allowed to corrupt as any further! Soon, we can have an Earth free of their tainted ways that is safe for your children to grow up in. Thank you for your time, and long live the Purity; pure in heart and pure in soul!”
Then the transmission ended. Eliza looked over at her team and across the faces of the assembled group. She noticed that Valar was looking confused.
[[ Something troubling you? ]] she asked, slipping into her native tongue.
[[ Possibly, ]] he replied. “Mr. Murgo, could we replay that? Would it be possible to get a better look at the fifth person? The one who DIDN’T speak?”
Dennis started fumbling with the recorder controls. He was okay with electronic things, but Wyrm was infinitely better. He found himself wishing once again that his friend were there with them. “Wait, I think I got it!”
Everyone went silent as the video-stream replayed and Dennis zoomed in on the fifth robed figure.
“Can you capture his face?” Valar said, his voice growing dim. Now he even had Eliza worried. A close-up picture of the person’s hood appeared. “Stop!” he said.
“That’s weird,” Veronica muttered. “His eyes are different colors. And is that a scar?” she asked, peering through the hole in the hood.
“It can’t be . . .” Valar muttered.
“What?” asked one of the succubae with a slight hiss.
“Kertosis Ithslerorvana!”
Suddenly, most of the Terrans were shouting everything from outrage to disbelief. Allyson, Dennis and Veronica just looked confused.
“What the hell is a ‘Kertosis Ithslerorvana’?” Allyson asked.
“It’s not a ‘what’,” Eliza growled.
“It’s a ‘who’,” continued Valar. “A sociopathic, egomaniacal and highly dangerous ‘who’.” He almost growled. None of the humans had seen him look so angry, not even when the Blood War had been proposed. “I was one of those who helped bring him down. In your world, he would be called a . . . ‘serial killer’ . . . I believe that’s the correct phrase. He was . . . is . . . an incredibly powerful sorcerer and was a member of one of the most ancient families of my district. But he was corrupted by power and felt that all other Terrans were weak . . . that their blood had become diluted over the centuries. He murdered members the ‘less animalistic’ races such as vampires, succubae and gargoyles. He thought the lycanthropes had always been vermin and were beneath his notice. He was arrogant beyond mortal comprehension of the term. He got careless and we finally discerned his identity, but it took a large security contingent and several powerful sorcerers to bring him down.” Valar looked very focused all of a sudden. “I was one of them. But he expended so much magic that the veins in one of his eyes actually burst under the strain. The scar he’s had since birth. He was supposed to be in prison right now awaiting mind-wipe.” A mind wipe was a Terran punishment for the most heinous of crimes. The perpetrator’s mind was erased and his body provided useful physical labor for the community he or she had wronged.
“Then why is he here?” Veronica asked.
“The Purity probably broke him out. It makes sense. His guards probably were prepared for any typical Terran escape methods, but humans have technology we never even dreamed of, including certain types of explosives. Then they would have access to someone who hated the Terrans as much as they did, had intimate knowledge of magic and the capabilities of its users. He may have even had some insight into the Living Jewels. There seems to be some connection between those things and insanity. And Kertosis gets to escape with his mind to a place where he was truly the ‘purist’ of his breed.”
“And if he has access to the Dead Man’s World and we open the portal, I have no doubt he has the power and ability to wipe out entire continents,” Valar said. “The Purity would have had to lose a number of people to release him. We had two troll guards with him at all times. He was scared to death of trolls.”
“Who isn’t?” Eliza said, patting Thug on the shoulder. Eliza had a thought rolling through her head. “They’re getting desperate,” she said.
“Calling for volunteers . . . trying to have us arrested . . . they might be running low on resources,” Veronica said.