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Purely Sinful

By: Rozalin_0123



Author's Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This erotic horror story is entirely my own fault -- do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn't have done it without you H! I'd also like to thank LaRascasse for helping me proofread and bringing some plot holes to my attention. This is NOT a short read. Your constructive comments are always welcome.



Purely Sinful



"Now, look at this," the pathologist pointed.

Vince lifted a scalpel and punctured the corpse's arm. A fine red powder spilled from the opening, like he had poked into a bag of rusty sand.

"What is that?" Cole asked.

"That is blood, my friend. Extremely dehydrated blood."

"What could possibly do that?"

"That certainly is the million dollar question of the day, now isn't it? For blood to turn to a powder like this would take a sizable heat source or be freeze dried. The outside of the body would start to burn at such a temperature -- but as you can see, no burns."

Vince turned to Cole. "You say there was a naked woman in the room when you busted in?"

"That's right. So?"

"Was she hot?" Vince snickered.

"I didn't have time to assess her attractiveness, smart ass."

Vince laughed. "Okay, okay. But here's something else interesting."

He pulled down the sheet to reveal the lower half of Travis' dead body.

"Notice anything?"

It was obvious, even to Cole. Travis may have been dead, but he sported an extreme erection.

"Why isn't it decayed like the rest of the body?" Cole asked.

"I have a hypothesis," Vince said. "The only time a dead man has a hard-on like this is if he was extremely aroused the moment he died. Whatever this mystery girl of yours did to him, they where having sex when she did it. Pretty hot sex, it looks like." He grinned at his own joke.

"Makes sense," Cole thought. He did see her on top of him when he entered the room. The wings, tail, and horns were at the front of his mind, however.

"Let me know if you figure out anything else. The captain put me on leave for a few days."

Vince shook his head. "I think you're fine. We've known each other since college. After what happened to Maria, no one would be able to handle it well."

Cole smiled. "Thanks, Vince."

*****

Cole came home after sunset to his empty apartment. He hung his trench coat on the hook on the kitchen door. The kitchen lay in shadow; only a small bulb above the sink provided light. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer. Maybe he could relax.

He had just popped the cap and taken a swig when he noticed the unusual chill in his apartment. This wasn't the first time he had thought to call the landlord to fix the heater, but the temperature outside wasn't all that cold before he came in.

Cole stepped toward the thermostat, and then stopped suddenly. A foreign scent tickled his nostrils. He recognized that smell, but it shouldn't be in his apartment - a mix of lavender, cherry blossom, and cotton candy. It was the same odor in the room where he found Travis' body. Cole's mind stirred uneasily.

He looked around his untidy quarters. Case files and evidence photos lay messily on every available surface. Nothing seemed out of place or missing. The windows appeared to be shut tight -- that was a relief. He glanced into the pitch-black living room and saw two small red lights in the corner. It all clicked in his brain at once.

He wasn't alone.

Cole quickly drew his service revolver and aimed at the lights.

"Who's there?"

The two beady lights began to move towards him. The sound of clopping heels could be heard against the hardwood floor. A womanly figure stepped from the shadows of the living room.

"Is that how you greet all your guests? By pointing a gun at them?"

It was her. The woman from the night club. The one that killed Travis. And now she had come for him.

Cole walked backwards into the light of the kitchen, his pistol still aimed at her.

"Guests are people I invite into my home," Cole retorted.

"There's no need to be snide," the woman said, and extended her arm. In a flash, Cole's pistol flew from his hands and into hers.

"This wouldn't do you much good anyway."

She reached into her coat pocket and threw three slugs from a handgun at Cole's feet. He realized these were the bullets he fired at her the night before. Cole's heart raced in fear, his adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was defenseless and unsure of what the creature wanted with him.

"What are you?" Cole asked, his voice trembling.

The woman stepped up to Cole, standing in the light.

"Have a seat."

The woman twitched her index finger slightly. One of the dining room chairs slid from under the table on its own and stopped at his side. Cole reluctantly sat. She scooted onto the table in front of him, leaning forward slightly, crossing her long legs.

Cole's vision involuntarily wandered from her knee-high leather boots to those toned legs covered in black silk stockings that disappeared under a black cocktail dress -- a dress very similar to the red dress she had worn the night before. The jacket, also made of leather, was unzipped. Her abundant cleavage looked ready to spill from her dress.

"My name is Zafira, and I am a succubus. You should feel honored. I haven't told anyone my name in centuries."

"Why tell me then?"

She grinned. "Well, most do not live long enough to say it, so why bother?"

Cole gave her a puzzled look. "So you're not here to kill me?"

Zafira smiled and ran her fingers lightly through Cole's short dark hair. "I always did like the smart ones -- they get me so antsy in my panties," she smirked. Zafira uncrossed her legs. "...if I were wearing any."

Cole could not help but look. No panties were visible under her short dress, only a glistening sheen of her inviting pussy, beckoning him to touch it.

"S-s-so, what is a succubus, exactly?" Cole asked, trying not to stutter.

Zafira sighed in disappointment. "Perhaps I spoke too soon." She crossed her legs again. "A succubus is a demon, a unique demon who brings vast amounts of sexual pleasure to weak-willed men." She leaned forward, lightly rubbing her foot against Cole's crotch and putting the deep valley of her cleavage inches from his eyes. "And consumes their souls in the process."

"A demon? Like, a demon from Hell? You can't be serious."

Lowering her jacket from her shoulders, two large wings spread out from behind Zafira's back, stretching the width of the table. "I'm very serious," she smiled coyly. 

Cole felt a shiver down his spine. This was not a dream and he was not going insane. She claimed to not want to kill him, but her advances suggested she did. He was uncertain and anxious about his fate by the end of tonight

"What do you want with me, then?"

The wings folded behind Zafira's back, disappearing inside her body. She slid fluidly off the table and walked around it to the wall covered in crime scene photos, police documents, and news articles. Everything piled throughout Cole's apartment was related to a single case. She plucked a photo from the wall and stared at it intently.

"It's a shame what happened to your poor wife Maria. You came home from a night of boring police work to find her bound to your bed where she had been raped, then shot three times -- two in the stomach, and one in the head. Why, just that morning, she told you she was pregnant."

Cole felt his blood boil as Zafira retold those hideous events.

"How did you know all that? No one knew of her pregnancy but me!"

Zafira turned to him. "I can read minds. I knew everything about you the moment your eyes met mine last night. Your name, your past, every secret and every kinky desire you ever had."

Cole was mortified. He felt violated of his privacy, his most intimate thoughts.

"But I digress. Let's get to the point, shall we?"

Zafira glided back around the table. She sat on Cole's lap and wrapped her strong arms around his neck. He tried to hide his arousal, and then realized it was an exercise in futility if she could read minds.

"You see, I care about only one thing: survival. For centuries, I've been able to exist among you morals, feeding every now and then, all because I remain otherwise unknown. Your barging in on me last night before I could dispose of that poor man's body has resulted in my being in the news. This is quite an inconvenience for me because there are certain entities that would, to put it lightly, put my head on a pike if they found me."

Sounds like these 'entities' would be good to befriend, and soon.

Zafira heard his mind working. She was slightly amused, and not at all worried.

"I'm assuming you want me to fix this somehow."

Zafira smiled. "You catch on quick."

"How?"

"How about we make a deal? I could very easily skip town to dine elsewhere but I rather like it here in Chicago. This town is so full of fun and exciting things to do, so many corrupt souls to claim. But I dare not spend too much time outside my lair now. Scanning the minds of men until I find a corrupt soul for my exquisite tastes can be very time consuming. You, being an officer of the law, should be able to bring me plenty of bad guys for my needs."

"And if I refuse?"

Zafira pouted her lips. "Then I will have to skip town, and that would make me very sad."

That doesn't sound too bad. Better than being an accessory to murder.

"On the other hand," Zafira said, staring into Cole's eyes, "if I were to skip town, you'd never find the person responsible for killing your wife. You know this case has gone cold; no leads, no witnesses, and no chance in hell you'll ever figure out what happened that night. It will forever be on your mind until you die an old man in an insane asylum. Sounds like a fate worse than death to me."

Cole thought about what Zafira said. It was true -- the casewas cold. He wracked his mind over Maria's death every night before passing out at this very table. It tore at his every waking thought. He wanted justice, but at what cost? Could she actually help him?

Zafira climbed off his lap and walked toward the door. "You can take the night to think about it. Meet me at Buckingham Fountain in Grant Park tomorrow at midnight with your decision. Don't make me come find you."

She opened the door, and then turned back toward Cole. "Oh, and Cole. If you decide to try to disclose my existence to anyone, I will kill you, and not in a pleasant way like Travis."

Zafira held the palm of her hand to her luscious mouth and blew Cole a kiss. A pinkish mist floated through the air and landed on Cole's lips like something straight from a Saturday morning cartoon. The mist felt exactly like a woman's lips and bore the taste of that sweet aroma. His body responded instantly -- and then the sensation quickly dissipated.

She winked at Cole and vanished into the night.





Purely Sinful



He looked at his watch: 11:59 p.m. He grew more and more nervous and apprehensive with each passing second. Was he at the right spot? Was she going to show? What if she didn't show? Maybe she had left Chicago already and...

"I'm so glad you came, Cole!"

Cole jumped as Zafira appeared on the bench beside him, seemingly out of thin air. "Shit! You scared the hell out of me!"

Zafira smiled wickedly. "Your fear amuses me."

As she stood, Cole could not help but stare at her perfect behind. She wore the same outfit as the night before: short black cocktail dress, black knee high boots, black sheer stockings, and an unzipped black designer leather jacket. He caught a glimpse of the patch of bare skin just above where her stockings ended. Cole had no doubt that her standing in such a manner was deliberate.

"Come. Let's go for a walk, shall we?" Zafira smiled.

Cole rose from the bench. Zafira wrapped her arm around his back and rested her head against his shoulder. Despite knowing how dangerous she was, her touch was comforting, and her sweet perfume was soothing. It had been a long time since he had a woman on his arm. The fact she was a demon didn't make it any less pleasant. They walked the poorly lit path without saying a word.

"So," Zafira said, finally breaking the silence, "have you made a decision about what we discussed last night?"

"How would you be able to help me?" Cole demanded.

"You just leave that to me. As you already know, I have a unique set of skills you won't find elsewhere. Besides, what do you have to lose?"

"My soul," Cole quickly retorted.

Zafira laughed. "I already told you, I only consume the corrupt ones. Your soul is pure, which is a very rare quality in today's world."

"I don't understand. Pure?"

Zafira sighed. "Ever heard of the Seven Deadly Sins?"

"Yeah, sure. Wrath, Lust, Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Sloth and Envy."

"Very good!" Zafira declared. "Good to know not all knowledge is lost on you humans. Do you remember committing any of them?"

"No," Cole replied.

"That is why your soul isn't corrupt. However, that alone isn't enough to make your soul pure. You must also uphold the Seven Holy Virtues."

Cole looked at her, confused. "Seven Holy Virtues?"

Zafira rolled her eyes again. "It's no wonder there are so many corrupt souls. You humans only focus on what you shouldn't do and not what you should do. Love, Hope, Courage, Justice, Fortitude, Kindness, and Wisdom." Zafira looked as if she swallowed a bug. "Just saying those words makes my stomach churn."

Cole reflected on what Zafira said for a moment. "You make me sound like some kind of messiah."

"Messiah or not, it would be in your best interest to make sure your soul stays that way. Lest I be tempted to make a meal out of you." She eyed him appraisingly.

"How do I know you won't anyway?"

Zafira stopped. "I'm insulted you would insinuate such a thing! I am a succubus, a demon of lust, not some petty imp seeking to deceive you. I don't deal in lies, only seduction."

It appeared she was not lying. If she wanted him dead he already would be. She certainly possessed the power to do so -- though her potent seduction abilities could be far worse than any lie.

"What do I need to do?" Cole asked in a very solemn tone.

Zafira smiled and then grabbed Cole, squeezing him tightly. "That's the spirit! All I need you to do is find corrupt souls for me. That is all. You track down criminals all the time. That's what you do. So, this should be fairly easy for you. Instead of arresting them however, you'll just send them to me."

Cole became more and more comfortable with the idea as they took their midnight stroll. Rather than having criminals rot in a prison cell, they would rot overnight in sexual bliss. Plus, there would be no need for a jury when she could instantly know everything they had ever done. No matter how he looked at it, justice would be served.

A wiry man suddenly appeared from behind a tree. "That's a fine piece of ass you got there, buddy."

Cole immediately noticed the gun in the man's hand. He felt a shiver of fear. He had left his revolver in his car. Fuck! Didn't figure he would need it, considering he was there to meet Zafira -- who apparently was immune to bullets.

"Look, we don't want any trouble. What do you want?" Cole tried to engage with the man.

A larger man snuck up behind Zafira and grabbed her from behind, his arm around her throat.

"He must be rich," the second man said as he clinched the lovely succubus. "No whore who looks this good comes cheap."

They think Zafira is a prostitute? Come to think of it, she did wear suitably slutty attire, Cole realized. Nonetheless, they had no idea who or what they were dealing with.

The wiry man pointed his gun at Cole. "I want your wallet, your coat, and anything else you got!"

Zafira started laughing hysterically. Cole knew something was about to go down, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" the taller man said as he tightened his grip around her. She kept maniacally laughing, even as he choked her,

"Is she fucked in the head or something?" the man pointing the gun asked.

"No," Cole said, "she's laughing because you two just made the biggest mistake of your useless lives."

At that moment the first man's expression on his face turned completely blank. The hand holding the gun moved closer and closer to his own face, stopping with the barrel inside his mouth.

"You can let me go now," Zafira said.

The taller man released her immediately. He too had a blank expression on his face. Cole was stunned how quickly this situation had turned around.

"Are you... controlling them?" Cole asked.

"Why of course! Now, the question is: What should I make them do?"

The man with the gun pulled the hammer back, ready to fire.

"Wait!" Cole said. "Having him kill himself here would be messy. Not to mention the noise would draw attention here."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right about that. I've got a better idea anyway."

Zafira walked up and took the gun out of the man's mouth and tossed it to the ground. She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth. She broke the kiss and motioned for the taller man to come to her. When he reached her, Zafira grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers.

Cole watched as Zafira made both men strip completely. Their clothes drifted to the ground like dry leaves. He knew what she was going to do, but he did not try to interfere. They were as good as dead. There was nothing he could or would do to stop it.

The men touched Zafira, fondled her, stroked her. They undressed her, starting with her leather coat, followed by sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. The classic Little Black Dress slipped to the ground like a forgotten shadow. Her wondrous nude body was fully exposed.

Zafira mewled as each man took one of her breasts and began suckling at her erect nipples. The men stroked their engorged cocks while under their mistress' spell, completely under her domination.

Zafira looked at Cole. "Normally, I let them think they are in control. It adds a little extra pleasure for me. However, I feel the need to demonstrate what would happen if that pure soul of yours should ever become corrupt."

From what he just witnessed, having a corrupt soul didn't seem that bad. Sure, you die at the end, but being able to enjoy that perfect body was a hell of a way to go.

"So what you're saying is, you can't control me if my soul remains pure?" Cole asked.

The shorter wiry man knelt before Zafira and lapped at her wet pussy while the other continued to suck on her large tits.

"Mmm," Zafira purred. "Yes Cole. Having a pure soul provides certain immunities to my abilities. I can't control or alter your mind. I can only read it."

That's comforting. He was happy knowing he would not share their fate.

Cole watched the two mindless victims pleasure Zafira. Their mouths worked over Zafira's pussy and breasts. It made his own body start to betray him. He thought it was a perfume Zafira wore -- but the air became thick with the scent the moment her clit started being stimulated. It was some kind of pheromone, and the more that entered his nostrils the harder his cock became. His mind started to wonder what her delicious pussy tasted like.

No! He had to block out those thoughts!

Zafira smiled at Cole, knowing he struggled with his own desires. She pushed the kneeling man down on the ground to his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his thick cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head. The man's rough hands massaged the plump soft mounds of her breasts while he thrust deep inside her.

The taller man stroked his cock and positioned himself behind her. Zafira leaned forward, placing the nipple of her right breast into the hungry mouth of the man under her. The man behind her squatted down slightly, rubbing the tip of his hard cock up and down the valley of her lovely ass while she vigorously fucked the wiry man under her.

She paused for a moment, arching her back. The man behind her pointed his penis at her tight little rosebud. His cock was much longer and thicker than the shorter man, but that didn't deter Zafira. Slowly he inched his way into her super-tight ass. She moaned louder the more he stretched her, until he was all the way inside her.

Cole was mesmerized by the lewd sex in front of his eyes. The two men thrust in and out of her like two pistons in a well oiled engine. Zafira's mouth was agape as they fucked both her nether holes. She screamed pleasurably into the night. Cole hoped no one was around to hear her because she made no attempt to be quiet.

"Are you enjoying the show, Cole?" she asked, panting heavily.

It was a rhetorical question. Cole's cock strained against his trousers so bad that it hurt. His balls swelled from watching this beautiful creature get fucked in ways that he thought only existed in pornography. He wished he was inside her.

"Come to me, Cole."

Her voice beckoned him. Cole had control of his body but he stepped forward anyway. His brain told him he would die if he fucked her, but his dick said do it anyway. Her pheromones overpowered his ability to think. He stood in front of the sexy vixen, still being fucked by her two playthings.

"Pull your cock out, Cole. Don't be shy," Zafira said seductively.

Cole unzipped his fly. His throbbing member sprang forth, relieved to be free of the confines of his trousers. He was fully erect and of admirable size and girth.

"Mmm, that looks tasty!" Zafira breathed, licking her lips with her forked tongue.

He knew what she wanted him to do. He knew what would happen if he put his cock in her mouth. His balls ached like they never had before. They wanted, no, theyneeded release.

"Let me suck you, Cole," she beckoned. "It will be the best blow job you've ever had."

Cole's hand slid up and down his shaft. The pleasure he gave himself was better than any of the too-many other times he spent stroking himself to Internet porn after a long day's work.

Wait. Other times? That's it!

"No," Cole replied.

Zafira stopped, surprised by Cole's sudden refusal.

"You said my soul is pure, but I've masturbated many times in my life. That must mean that jerking off isn't a sin. If I let you suck me off, it would be lust, thus corrupting my soul and allowing you to take it."

Cole stroked his cock several feet in front of Zafira, never moving closer. He pumped his cock with the energy of a teenager.

Zafira smiled wickedly. "Oh, you clever, dirty boy! You teasing me like that makes me so wet!"

The added arousal made Zafira's horns grow from her head; her large black bat wings extended to their fullest. Her two slaves thrust in and out of her so fast that a normal man's lungs would collapse. Her eyes, now bright red, stared into Cole's while he kept stroking his cock. He was unfazed by her demonic appearance. Her beauty was eerily enhanced. The horns, the wings, and now the tail that wrapped around the throat of the man behind her -- oh yes, she was supernaturally sexy.

But still a demon.

Cole let out a bestial roar when he reached the edge. Zafira screeched loudly like a banshee, her orgasm in full force, her energy magnetic. The two men moaned, unable to hold it back any longer. They sent their seed deep inside both of Zafira's hungry holes while Cole shot his flying into the air towards her. Like a vacuum, she sucked in every drop of Cole's cum, never allowing a single drop to touch the ground.

Cole saw at first hand what happened when Zafira consumed a soul. The two men rapidly shriveled and shrank like raisins under a merciless hot sun. Their eyes dried to fine powder. Their hair turned pure white. Their skin darkened and collapsed around their bones. Their lifeless components fell silently to the ground.

Unsure of what to do, Cole stood dumbfounded with his cock still protruding into open air, aimed at the unseen horizon.

"Mmm..." Zafira stood. She folded her wings behind her. "It has been centuries since I've tasted the cum of a pure soul. Such a sweet dessert after a large meal like this." She looked intently at Cole's cock, still in the open. A small dollop of cum hanging from the tip of Cole's penis slowly floated through the air to the tip of Zafira's forked tongue.

Cole quickly put his cock back into his trousers. "Now what are we going to do about them? We can't leave their bodies here for the CPD to find. Cops don't like unexplained corpses."

Zafira flashed Cole a smile. She raised her hands and clicked her fingers. In an instant, the bodies of the two men ignited like rags soaked in gasoline. The fire burned with such intensity that Cole had to step back for his face hurt from the heat. The bodies were charred beyond recognition within seconds.

The flames slowly dissipated. Zafira calmly knelt down, puckered her lips and blew air from her mouth. The charred corpses disintegrated into ash, blowing through the air until there was literally no trace there ever had been two men.

She pointed at the pistol on the ground where she tossed it earlier. She snapped her fingers again. The steel weapon crumbled into rust.

"Ashes to ashes," Zafira said, winking at Cole.

Zafira walked casually to her dress puddled on the ground. Her tail, wings, and horns all returned inside her body, leaving just a tattooed nude beauty in the moonlight.

"So where were we?" Zafira said as she slipped her dress back on.

Cole stood motionless, trying to sort out all that had just transpired. He was almost mugged, then he watched two guys fuck Zafira, and have their souls ripped from their bodies, then set on fire and vanish without a trace. All of that, while experiencing the best orgasm he had ever given himself.

She stood in front of Cole and clicked her fingers in front of his eyes. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Oh! Um. We were discussing terms. I think."

She gave him a stern look. "It's decision time, Cole. Do you agree to our deal, or not?"

Cole paused for a moment. He knew she had powers that he didn't yet fully understand. He also knew he had no one to turn to for help in finding Maria's killer. What choice did he really have?

"Okay, I'll do it." he replied.

"Great!" Zafira said, jumping up and hugging Cole. "If you are certain of your answer, then kiss me. It's how we succubi seal these types of arrangements."

He was hesitant, but he leaned forward and gave Zafira a small peck on the lips.

"You call that a kiss?" she scolded.

"Fine." Cole leaned in and kissed her passionately this time.

Their lips pressed together and fireworks exploded in Cole's mind. The way her kiss felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced with Maria, which he was ashamed to admit to himself.

"That was much better. I'm actually impressed," Zafira said.

"Thanks, I guess." Cole said.

Zafira looked at herself. "Whew, I'm sweaty and dirty from all that. I need a shower. Thankfully, my lair isn't far from here. Care to walk me home?"

Cole nodded. There were still things he didn't understand, plenty more that he needed to discuss with her. Visiting her lair would be a good place to start.

And so they walked, Zafira's arm around Cole's back and her head rested on his shoulder.





Purely Sinful



"Something like that," Cole admitted. He realized she was watching him.

Cole grabbed a soda from the fridge, cracked it open and continued to walk around. On most of the walls were paintings revealing a variety of lewd sex. Some paintings featured succubi while others showcased massive all-encompassing orgies. Lust, it would seem, was the general theme. One painting, however, was suspiciously out of place. It depicted a young blonde girl in a long blue dress looking over a cliff at a burning village.

"Do you like them?" Zafira asked. "I painted them myself."

"You paint?" Cole asked, visibly surprised.

"I do have hobbies, you know. I don't spend all of my time having sex and consuming souls. Just mostof my time."

Turning his head towards the room, Cole saw a small easel with a half finished painting that looked more abstract in its current form. Various brushes and several jars of paint were neatly arranged around it.

Cole did notice a few things that seemed out of place for a 'normal' living space. One wall was devoid of paintings. Instead, it was hung with all manner of cuffs, clamps, straps and a few whips. Something told Cole those were for more than decoration. He also noticed a shelf on the headboard of the bed that held a dozen or so skulls. Human skulls, to be precise. They were all clean and pristine, without any blemishes.

"Trophies," Zafira said. "Some men I couldn't bring myself to part with completely."

"Former love interests?" Cole sarcastically asked.

Zafira laughed, "Of course not! Some were celebrities. Most were important historical figures."

Cole thought about asking who exactly these skulls belonged to, but then thought it would be better not to know.

Something caught Cole's eyes toward the center of her dwelling -- some kind of pyramid-like rack made from rods of solid gold, which stood as tall as Cole's chest. Each rod bore a glowing purple glyph similar to the ones that appeared when Zafira opened the portal to her lair. A peculiar sword lay atop the rack. The blade curved like a snake slithering through grass and was made of some kind of crimson metal like frozen blood. Blue eyes glowed from the small dragon skull on its hilt. Cole walked toward the rack, curious of the sword and its strange holster.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Zafira warned, "unless you want your soul ripped from your body."

"What is it?" Cole warily asked.

"That is Ragnarok: The Destroyer. Even beings deemed immortal or invincible cannot withstand Ragnarok's power. No one knows its origin or the purpose of its creation. All that is known is, it has a will of its own. It chooses who can wield it, and those unworthy are torn asunder."

Cole stepped back from the relic. If what Zafira said is true, then what is she doing with such a powerful weapon? If the sword found her worthy, it must be a creation of absolute evil.

She seemed to read his apprehension. "Don't worry; I don't have the strength to wield it anymore."

Cole gazed at Zafira. "You mean, you used to be more powerful than you are now?"

"In my prime, there wasn't much I wasn't capable of. Certainly more than reading minds and controlling weak willed mortals. I possess but a fraction of my former power."

"Is that why you hide from the outside world? You don't have the strength to fight back against the 'entities' you mentioned before?"

Zafira sighed. "Partially, yes. I would be no match for an angel in my current state."

Cole gave Zafira a look of surprise. "Angels? They exist?!"

Zafira rolled her eyes. "You know for a fact: demons exist. How could you not know angels were real too? Just don't go believing all that God and Satan nonsense you humans conjured up."

"I try not to make assumptions," Cole said. "Otherwise, I would think you'd have severed heads and leech extract in your fridge."

"Touché," Zafira giggled. "Crusaders, on the other hand -- them, I could take care of, if they were alone."

"What are Crusaders?" Cole asked.

"Crusaders are an order of men dedicated to the extermination of demons. Their order is as old as civilized man and is well-versed in the art of magic. They are much more secretive and reclusive than they used to be. However, you can always spot one by the small cross branded on their neck."

Small cross? Brand? Gabriel! Recognition exploded in his mind.

"I saw one yesterday!" Cole explained. "He came to my apartment asking about the night club murder. Iknewsomething was off about him. He gave me some bullshit story about..."

"I can read minds, remember?" she interrupted. "I figured one of them would be paying you a visit after that night club fiasco hit the news. This is good news for you, Cole, because we need him to find Maria's killer."

Cole looked at Zafira inquisitively. "We need him? For what?"

"Hmm, how to put this delicately? We don't needhim, per say. Rather, we need his heart."

"I'm not helping you kill people, Zafira!" Cole scolded.

"You won't have to kill anyone. However, I never said you wouldn't have to do questionable things. You want my help, this is me helping you. One hand washes the other."

Cole thought about it. He was okay with her killing criminals -- but a priest? That is going too far.

"Since you're busy questioning your own morality, allow me to make this easy for you. While you were spending the day trying to find an alternative to my offer, I took the liberty of doing a little memory spying on Gabriel. Turns out, Mr. Holy Man has an affinity for young girls. Too-young girls, if you catch my drift."

"A corrupt soul..."

"That's right! It's a win-win for us both. All I need you to do is lure him to my lair. I will handle the rest."

"Isn't that a little risky?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Go ahead and tell him it's a trap for all I care. He will suspect as much anyway. I just need to get him to part with the prayer beads that hang around his neck. They are the source of a Crusader's magical power. Remove the beads, and they are powerless."

Doesn't sound too hard. "All right, I'll do it. I'll call him tomorrow and tell him to come to my apartment. Then I'll show him where your lair is."

Zafira rose from the couch, "Now that our plan is in order, I need to take a much needed shower. I'm still sweaty and dirty from tonight's dinner."

She walked to her large shower stall. Cole's eyes were affixed to her backside, staring at her perfect ass -- and the tail that swayed with every step.

Both shower heads sprung to life when Zafira turned on the water. One sprayed down her back while the other wetly massaged her front. It was apparent why her shower was so big: her wings would not fit in a normal shower. No shower curtains or door were apparent; Zafira soaked her body out in the open without a care.

Cole watched on from the couch. He definitely enjoyed the unintentional show Zafira put on. Or was it so inadvertent?

She lathered-up a loofa and vigorously scrubbed her arms and neck. Water and suds cascaded through the valley of her pert breasts, past her flat stomach, and in torrents between her lithe legs. She massaged her soapy breasts; nipples protruded from the bubbles like flashing beads.

Bracing her foot on a ledge, Zafira scrubbed her legs one at a time, and then turned her ass in Cole's direction. Suds flowed from her loofa as she rubbed the small of her back just above her tail. Then she grabbed her tail with one hand and stroked it with her soapy other hand.

Zafira returned to her efforts. She extended her wings and tried to reach behind herself but could not quite catch the top of the saurian limb stretching from her back. Zafira struggled several times before Cole's voice caught her off guard.

"Do you need a hand?" he offered.

"No!" she grumbled, still struggling.

Cole walked over to the shower, pulling the loofa from Zafira's hand.

"Here, allow me."

Zafira was irritated but did not decline Cole's offer. He stretched to the top of her wings and lightly scrubbed them. The water spraying on her wings sounded like raindrops hitting an umbrella.

After lathering her wings, Cole returned the loofa and used his hands. The wings were smooth like leather to the touch. Zafira mewled as he rubbed the soapy lather all across both wings and traced his fingers down her phalanges. She jerked when he tried to rub the base of her wings at her shoulders.

"That tickles!"

"Sorry."

Cole rubbed up and down her back. He stopped to massage her shoulders. A mist of water bounced from Zafira's body and drenched Cole's clothes. He did not mind.

"You know, you're pretty good at this," Zafira purred.

"I used to wash Maria's back like this every day when we showered together. I always loved the way the water ran down her back, how her fresh wet hair smelled, how her skin got goosebumps if I got too close to her ribs." He backed off, realizing his mind had wandered. "Sorry."

Cole jumped slightly as Zafira's tail wrapped around his back, stopping his retreat. It squeezed him ever so slightly like a gentle hug.

"She was a beautiful woman," Zafira said.

"Yes, she was."

There was a dead silence for a while. Cole focused his thoughts on washing Zafira rather than dwell on how much he missed Maria. She stood quietly, enjoying the sensation.

"Can I ask you something?" Zafira said.

"Sure."

"Do you think I'm repulsive?"

Cole's hands stopped. "Why do you ask? You would just read my mind anyway."

"I'd much rather hear your answer, whatever it may be. Just be honest."

Cole paused for a moment, and then went back to washing Zafira's back. "You're beautiful. Just... different."

When Cole finished her back, Zafira turned around. She had a very genuine smile. "Thank you, Cole."

"You're welcome." Cole smiled back at her.

"We'll find out who killed Maria, I promise. I just need you to trust me, okay?"

Cole nodded his head in agreement.

"Its late, and you need your rest for tomorrow. I can send you home."

"Send me home?" Cole inquired.

Zafira stepped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off, and walked to the wall where they had entered. She placed her hand to the wall and the portal appeared again -- only this time, Cole could see his living room on the other side.

Zafira gave Cole a little kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Cole."

"Good night, Zafira."

Cole stepped through the portal and was standing in his own living room. The portal behind him vanished without a trace.

"Well, that's convenient."

Tired, Cole quickly turned towards the bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, full of uncertainty.

*****

"Over there," Cole pointed to the concrete wall under the overpass. "She made some kind of portal there."

Gabriel moved his hands across the wall. He stopped when he found what he was looking for.

"Ah, well done Mr. Harvey. There are definitely magical remnants of a portal here."

The priest turned to Cole. "Thank you for coming forward with this, Mr. Harvey. Succubi are a blight upon this world, seeking only to consume all in their path. You'd best leave now. If she sees you here, she will not hesitate to kill you."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Cole asked, pretending to be concerned for his safety.

"I've been ridding the world of demons all my life. I'll be fine. Go now -- it's too dangerous for you here."

Cole nodded. "Good luck, Father."

Cole walked to his car and drove off, leaving Gabriel to his fate.

The priest fingered the prayer beads that hung from his neck. He mumbled an arcane incantation. An eerie subsonic note filled the aural space. Purple glyphs appeared and spun clockwise. The portal to Zafira's lair dilated open. With his beads in one hand and a golden sacrificial dagger in the other, Gabriel stepped through the demonic gateway.

Once inside, Gabriel warily looked around. The tidy room seemed empty. Gabriel grasped his beads and thrust his dagger into the air.

"Show yourself, demon!" he shouted as a magical pulse shook the room.

Nothing happened. She was not here. "On a hunt perhaps,"he thought.

"You! You there! Help me! Please!"

Gabriel turned toward the sound of a woman's voice. He saw a very young blonde-pigtailed girl chained to the wall. She wore a parochial school uniform. Her wrists were cuffed high above her head while her feet were cuffed at the ankles over her knee high socks.

With prayer beads and dagger in hand, Gabriel carefully approached the girl dressed in the white button-up shirt and plaid skirt. This was surely a trap.

"Please! Help me!" she pleaded again.

Gabriel touched the girl's forehead with his prayer beads. Nothing happened. She was human and very much alive. He unfastened the cuffs, freeing the girl.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" the girl said, hugging Gabriel and sobbing into his chest.

"What is your name? I am Gabriel." he asked.

"Stacy," she replied. "I was on my way home from a friends house after making plans for our senior prom and then some lady jumped me. Next thing I know, I'm trapped here."

He grabbed her by the hand, "We need to get out of here Stacy, quickly!"

Gabriel put his hand to the wall and the portal reopened. He stepped through pulling her with him.

"Whoa! That is some door!"

Gabriel's mind was more focused on getting her to safety than trying to explain the intricacies of magic portals.

"Quick, get in my car. We must make it to my church. You'll be safe there."

Gabriel and Stacy entered the black Oldsmobile and sped off.

*****

"Are you sure I'll be safe here?"

Stacy peered nervously around the grand church with high vaulted ceilings. Its tall stained glass windows emanated bright colors despite the outside darkness.

"Yes, Stacy. I can't let you go home just yet. Not until I find who captured you."

"What about the police? What is going on?"

Gabriel put his hand on her shoulder. "All you need to know is that you are safe here. I need you to trust me."

Stacy looked into his eyes. "I trust you. You saved my life, Gabriel."

She had such a cute innocent smile. His mind started to wander as he brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes.

Stacy leaned in. "I want to thank you for saving me."

Gabriel's eyes widened. A small slender hand cupped his genitals.

"I um... really need to..."

"Please?" she pleaded softly, lowering down to her knees. "There's no one else around, is there?"

She wasa cute girl. A little old for his taste, but she was willing and legal.

He did not resist when Stacy unfastened his belt and pulled his black trousers down slightly. His eyes rolled back into his head when he felt her warm wet mouth engulf his swollen cock. Her mouth glided back and forth across his full length. Occasionally, she would stop, to let a string of saliva running from his tip to her mouth dribble down her chin. Oh, she was a dirty girl!

This couldn't be her first time, he thought. She was very good at it -- almost too good.

Gabriel had forgotten his duty. He could only focus on was how well this young girl sucked him. He looked down to see Stacy play with her pussy under her skirt. She was enjoying this as much as he was!

Stacy's oral pace picked up as she teased herself. The slurping noises of fellatio and Stacy's mewling filled the church's holy cavernous space. Gabriel felt his balls swell, and his cock twitch.

"Ah, ooh!"

Stacy stopped. She had more "thanking" to do.

She stood, and led Gabriel to a nearby pew. After sliding her panties to the floor, she sat him down and crawled into his lap. She unbuttoned her shirt.

Her breasts were not large, not more than a handful. But these modest mounds were pert and perky, with long hard nipples that could cut glass. Gabriel helped himself to her sharp nips, suckling with a primal need. His hand went under her skirt and felt her wetness. He inserted a finger inside her, and then another. She ground her pussy against his intruding digits.

Stacy rose above him and straddled his hips. She reached under her skirt and aimed his cock head towards her dripping sex. She lowered herself on him just an inch, teasing him mercilessly, while placing her hands on his prayer beads.

"What are these?" she asked.

Gabriel had to divert his mind from her tightness for a moment so he could speak. "They are prayer beads, symbols of a holy order."

Stacy smiled at him. "Can you put them on me?"

Gabriel hesitated. "They are never meant to leave my neck. Doing so is sacrilege to my order."

Stacy slowly lowered herself down on his aching cock. "Please?" she pouted, "I'll give them right back."

His little head overrode the one atop his shoulders. Her hot tight pussy convinced him to part with the beads. He placed them around her neck as she pressed against his pelvis.

She smiled. "They look good on me, don't they?"

"Yes," he hissed, thrusting deep inside her.

"You know, this is one of the kinkiest roleplays I've ever done."

Gabriel looked at her, confused. "Roleplays?"

"Oops! Sorry! Oh, now what were the words I was supposed to say? Oh yeah!"

Stacy cleared her throat. "Shinku Oni Demonica!"

Gabriel froze. His expression was one of complete shock.

"No. No!" he shouted.

The beads around Stacy's neck responded to her spoken words, glowing brightly. Gabriel scrambled to remove them but they were quickly absorbed into Stacy's skin.

"Wha-? What's happening to me!?" she screamed.

Her skin was burning hot. Her pussy, still around Gabriel's cock, was even hotter. She began to convulse; he tossed her to the side.

"Help... me!" she pleaded, her eyes now a pale yellow in color, and feline.

Gabriel stood back and watched helplessly as the sweet young girl's body transformed. Her skin shed off, leaving new vibrant red skin underneath that looked like the worst sunburn possible. Sharp tiny horns extended outward from her temples. Her fingernails grew into sharp black claws. A long thin tail slithered out from under her skirt.

"Devilkin," Gabriel muttered.

Stacy stopped convulsing and lay still on the floor, breathing heavily. She still resembled her former self -- a little. Her hair was still blonde, and managed to stay in those tight pigtails after her violent transformation. Her body was more toned than before, however, with washboard abs and athletic legs. Her breasts seemed to have swelled slightly as well.

Gabriel moved slowly and quietly toward a font of holy water near the entrance of the church. If he could get to it in time he...

Stacy, now a fully formed she-devil, pounced on top of Gabriel. They struggled, but her super-human strength overpowered him. She pinned him to the floor beneath her body. Her inhuman yellow eyes stared into his. A very long forked tongue parted her lips. She licked the side of Gabriel's neck and cheek.

Just then, the front door of the church flew open with a loud crash! All Gabriel could hear was the clopping of heels against the marble floor. Then, the sweet aroma of perfume filled his nostrils.

"Your lust has gotten you into quite a predicament, Crusader."

Above him, Gabriel saw a dark haired woman. She stood over him and he could peer right up her black dress, her perfect little peach clearly visible.

"You! You're the succubus that's been terrorizing this city!" Gabriel cried.

"I am indeed," Zafira said. She grinned wickedly and walked closer to Stacy. Stacy purred when Zafira ran her hand through the new she-devil's hair. Stacy rubbed her face against her mistress' leg like an affectionate kitten.

"It's funny what college girls will do for a large sum of money," Zafira said. "Give them a wad of useless paper, and they're willing to pretend to be younger than they really are, to be chained to a wall, to follow a stranger to a church, seduce him out of his prayer beads, and say a few 'magic words'. Although, she was unaware those words were a demon transformation spell."




Purely Sinful



"Curse you, demon! This girl is innocent!" Gabriel roared.

"Hardly," Zafira scoffed. "Do you think she was born with that amazing cock-sucking ability? Please..."

Stacy moved down Gabriel's body, his cock still out in the open. He hadn't time to put himself away. She swallowed his cock in one gulp. Her mouth was hot like a moist massage towel. It did not burn -- but it was certainly close. Gabriel vainly tried to move; Zafira's magic held him in place.

"What do you plan to do with Cole Harvey?" he asked. "It isn't like a succubus to play with her food."

Zafira smiled wickedly. "Oh, I have big plans for Cole, don't you worry."

She looked down at Stacy, sucking Gabriel's cock with wanton abandon. Gabriel continued to struggle but it was no use.

"What's the matter, Crusader? I thought you liked them young. Why, she's barely ten minutes old. Doesn't get much younger than that! And look at how skillfully she pleasures you."

There was no denying his pleasure. The way her hot, long tongue coiled around his cock while her mouth bobbed up and down was unsurpassed. He was simultaneously being sucked and stroked.

Zafira swatted Stacy on the head. "But newborn devilkin lack discipline."

Stacy released Gabriel's member and cowered against her mistress, perched on all fours. Zafira slipped out of her dress and flexed her wings while her horns extended. Her tail whipped between her legs and wrapped around Stacy's neck like a makeshift leash. Stacy did not resist; she sat completely still.

"That's a good girl."

Zafira used her tail to pull Stacy closer to her by the neck. The devilkin's face was drawn directly to Zafira's pussy. Gabriel stared helplessly.

Stacy pleasured her mistress with long licks, up and down her demonic nethers, from her tight rosebud to her swollen clit. Zafira moaned loudly as her pet sucked and licked at both holes and between and beyond. Stacy's tongue then penetrated her mistress' pussy, snaking its way deep into her core.

Zafira exploded in a supernaturally powerful orgasm. The stained glass windows of the church shattered with her ecstatic climactic cry.

The alluring demon turned her gaze to Gabriel, now lightly covered in shards of glass. "I haven't forgotten about you, poor Crusader."

Gabriel's heart pounded. He knew his fate. It was all his own damn fault. Guilt, remorse, and fear filled his mind.

"Oh heavenly father, please forgive me!" Gabriel prayed.

"Shhh," Zafira said. "No one is going to spare you for what you've done."

Zafira climbed atop Gabriel's helpless body. His hard cock sank deep inside her. She rose, and slid up and down his shaft rapidly, coating him with her unholy juices. Her pussy was sopping wet from Stacy's tongue. She slammed against his pelvis with unparalleled ferocity. Gabriel's body betrayed him, giving in to the infinitely blissful pleasure her warm, tight, soaked, sex provided. Against his will, he thrust into her, desperately trying to clear his mind of all arousal.

He failed. It was too much for any man. Gabriel tensed, prepared to send his seed as well as his soul straight to hell.

Zafira felt his cock twitch inside her. He was ready. The moment Gabriel began to release his sticky cum into Zafira, she plunged her hand deep into his chest. The pain was completely unnoticeable compared to the pleasure of his final release. She pulled out his bleeding heart and held it in front of his eyes before those eyes shriveled into dust. His soul, as well as his heart, now belonged to her.

She stood and snapped her fingers in one hand while holding Gabriel's heart in the other. His remains caught fire. Gabriel burned completely to ash while Stacy watched, enthralled by the flames. Zafira ran her hand through her pet's hair while gazing at the heart in her hand that bled down her arm.

"One down, two to go."

With her new pet crawling in tow, Zafira's heels echoed against the walls of the chapel as she exited.





Purely Sinful



"It's a bunch of techno-babble you wouldn't understand," Cole said. "You and technology don't get along, remember?"

"And yet here you are, using my magic for confirmation. Oh, the irony." Zafira said with a smug look.

A man opened the front door of the shabby house just then, a very thin dark-skinned man with huge unruly curly hair. He stepped from the porch and walked to a car.

"That's him!" Cole said. "Get everything you can on him."

"I need him to look me in the eyes," Zafira proclaimed.

The man was just about to get in his car when Cole rolled down his window and whistled at Markus. The man turned his gaze towards them, and then showed Cole his middle finger. Zafira's eyes flashed red for an instant and went back to their normal color.

"Well?" Cole asked impatiently.

Zafira sighed, "I'm sorry Cole, but it wasn't him. He has never stepped foot in your house."

"What?" Cole shouted. "That can't be! His prints are on the fucking bullet casing found at the crime scene!"

"Stop your shouting!" Zafira countered. "You wanted me to tell you and I did. What reason would I have to lie to you?"

"So you can finish this ritual thing you keep vaguely mentioning that I still don't know what the hell it's for."

"It's to find Maria's killer. That is all you need to know. Performing it has absolutely no benefit to me. Now you can either take my word for it or I can leave Chicago. The choice is yours."

Damn it all! He thought for sure this was the big break he needed. Perhaps he hoped for closure so much that it, along with his rage, had made him act irrationally.

"I'm sorry," Cole said. "Thank you for helping me. I just want to put this all behind me, you know?"

"I'm aware," Zafira said. "But this ended up being a waste of time for the both of us. His soul isn't even corrupt."

"Wait. Not corrupt? At all?"

"Well, his soul isn't pure like yours, but he hasn't done anything bad either. Everything he was charged with has been his brother Antonio's doing. Apparently his brother blames him for the death of their mother who died giving birth to Markus. Now that Antonio is a big shot lawyer, Markus doesn't want to ruin his image. So instead, he takes the fall for everything Antonio does, including the armed robbery that Antonio did just for fun. All because 'family always sticks together' or some nonsense. You humans do the dumbest things sometimes."

Cole felt like an ass. Moments ago he was ready to hang an innocent man. Now he felt sorry for him. The CPD would be raiding his house tomorrow hoping to find the revolver that matched the bullet casing. If they find it, he would likely go to prison, and whoever killed Maria would walk away scot-free.

"Did he know anything about a 9mm Belgian revolver?" Cole asked.

"It was a gift to Antonio from their father. Markus doesn't have it, so it is likely with Antonio."

"Good," Cole said. "At least the CPD won't be able to pin Maria's murder on him."

"There's more," Zafira said. "Markus knows Antonio is one of many buyers in the sex trade organization you've been tracking. Travis Dunham was also an old acquaintance of his."

Cole started the car and put it in gear.

"Now where are we going?" Zafira asked.

"We're going to pay Antonio a visit. I hope you're still hungry."

*****

They arrived at Antonio's imposing upscale house on the far side of town. The lawyer lived in a large two-story brick house with a gated parameter and obvious security cameras.

"Well, Antonio is certainly living comfortably," Zafira observed.

"Yeah, at his brother's expense," Cole sourly replied.

"He either must not like visitors or he has something to hide."

Cole observed the premises. "How do we get to him? We don't even know he's inside."

"Leave that to me. You stay here," Zafira said.

Zafira slid from the car and walked to the gate. She fluffed her hair, adjusted her bust line, and then rang the buzzer while smiling for the camera.

A man's voice emerged from the small intercom a few moments later. "Who's there?" the voice said.

"Hi, my name is... Jenny. I represent the superiors of the late Travis Dunham and I'm here on their behalf. I'm here to discuss new potential business."

"Come inside," the voice said.

The steel gates opened. Zafira gave Cole a wink and a smile, and then proceeded towards Antonio's front door.

Cole shook his head in amazement. "She makes it look so easy," he said to himself as the gates closed behind her.

Before Zafira could knock, a dark skinned man wearing a navy blue robe opened the door. Antonio looked to be fresh from a shower, his hair still wet and combed to one side. His eyes scanned her up and down. He marveled at her perfect body, and hungered. She also gazed upon him with hungry eyes.

"Please, right this way," he said, inviting her inside.

Zafira walked in. Antonio closed the door behind her. The interior was very upper-class, complete with an ivory-white grand piano in the living room, and impressive-looking paintings, sculpture, pottery, and other modern art pieces throughout the house. Antonio, it would seem, was quite the art buff.

"So, what is it you wish to discuss?" he asked.

Zafira turned toward him, invading his personal space. She drew a line with her index finger down his chest through the small gap in his robe. "First I'd like to discuss where the bedroom is."

"Pleasure before business, I like it!" he said eagerly. "Come. It's right upstairs."

He took her hand and led the way up the stairs to the master bedroom. Inside were a large four poster bed, sumptuous bedroom furniture, and an attached master bathroom with a large Jacuzzi tub.

"Classy," Zafira said as she left Antonio's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. She kicked off her stilettos, and then pulled up the skirt of her dress to her waistline. Antonio was instantly aroused by the sight of her alluring trimmed pussy in plain view. She lightly rubbed on her clit with her index finger, enticing him to come touch her.

And touch her, he did.

Antonio walked to her and knelt between her legs. The sweet smell of her sex was intoxicating. He touched her swollen clit with his tongue while she manipulated herself. His tongue worked with her fingers to quickly arouse Zafira. Her pussy juices flowed like a steady stream, coating his chin while he lapped at her clit.

She grabbed the back of his head, tangled her fingers within his hair, and bucked her hips against his face. It was hard for Antonio to breathe, but he was not about to complain. He ingested her sweet nectar like manna straight from Heaven. Zafira whimpered softly while Antonio drank of her dripping sex.

Antonio stood and disrobed. With his cock hard and his balls tight, he pressed his tip at her entrance and plunged deep inside her. Her warm damp pussy clenched around his cock like a vice.

"My God! You are so tight, baby!" he praised her.

Zafira rolled her eyes. "Spare me the pillow talk and fuck me!"

She commanded, and he obeyed. He pulled her legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward. Antonio thrust into her, faster and faster, with long deep strokes. His pelvis slapped hard against her pussy while she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

Zafira's pleasure built to a crescendo. She screamed, loudly, and again. Her orgasms cascaded into an avalanche of sexual bliss while Antonio fucked her.

With a quick twist, Zafira rolled over. "Lay on your back," she ordered.

Antonio positioned himself as directed. She hastily mounted him. His long dark cock slid easily between the slick folds of her slit. She lifted her red dress over her head in one swift motion and tossed it to the floor.

Antonio's hands grabbed hold of her silky soft mounds. Her erect nipples grazed his hungry palms. The bed squeaked loudly beneath them as Zafira bounced on his shaft with increasing ferocity.

She felt him tense, and she was ready to feed -- but suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

"Well, what do we have here?" asked a wavering voice.

Zafira looked over her shoulder to see a woman with long black hair in a white silk nightgown standing in the doorway holding a glass of wine.

"Shit! This isn't good," Zafira thought. In her haste to consume Antonio's soul, she forgot to check to see if anyone else was in the house.

"Come on in, honey," Antonio invited.

The woman stumbled a bit towards the bed. It was apparent that she had too much to drink.

"So, is she the latest purchase?" she asked.

"Nope, she's here to discuss future transactions."

"So she's an appetizer then?" The woman rubbed her hands across Zafira's breasts.

"Well this certainly is a surprise," Zafira thought to herself. "Maybe I won't have to kill her... yet."

"I'm Jenny, and you are?" Zafira asked.

"Clair," the woman answered, dropping her nightgown.

Zafira looked at this woman's naked body, and wet her lips. Clair's breasts were large, but fake, with tiny brown nipples floating on pale areolas. She showed an enticing hourglass figure, a flat stomach, and a completely bare pussy.

"Surely you don't think you get to keep her all to yourself.Do you, Anton?" Clair said with a coquettish smile and wink.

"I wouldn't think of it," he replied.

Clair climbed into the bed beside Zafira. Taking Zafira's nipple into her mouth, she suckled her while Antonio resumed thrusting inside her. Zafira ran her fingers through Clair's long thick hair while Clair fed off her breasts. Clair raised her head and planted her lips right on Zafira's. Their tongues tangled together while Zafira touched Clair's bald pussy, already slick from arousal.

"I have an idea I think we all can enjoy," Zafira said slyly.

Zafira motioned for Clair to lie on her back. She then spread Clair's legs and crawled between them. Zafira's fingers spread the folds of Clair's nether lips wide and lashed at her wet pussy with her tongue. She made long tender licks that quickly escalated into intense sucking of Clair's throbbing button.

"My pussy wants to be fucked more, Antonio," Zafira said suggestively before she dove back into Clair's sweet sex.

Antonio wasted no time. He positioned himself behind Zafira and inched his hungry cock inside her. Zafira mewled into Clair's pussy as Antonio picked up speed. Antonio's rhythmic thrusts slammed Zafira's face repeatedly into Clair's crotch. The room was a sinful symphony of lewd sex noises, between Clair's moaning, Zafira humming into Clair's pussy, and Antonio slapping Zafira's ass.

Zafira slithered her unnatural tongue deep into Clair's vagina. Very deep. Clair let out the scream of a banshee when Zafira's tongue lightly brushed against her cervix. Claire's orgasm wracked her mind and body. Zafira's tongue lapped at her spent pussy, ingesting all of her sweet arousal.

It seemed the orgasm and alcohol were too much for Clair. She passed out right after she climaxed.

"Not the first time for that," Antonio snickered. "Fucking lush."

Zafira turned over. "I guess we'll have to finish this party by ourselves then."

Antonio climbed on top of her again, staring into Zafira's face. Her eyes flashed red briefly, then back to brown.

"What the..."

Antonio's speech halted, his face now completely free of expression.

"Oh. Oh no." Zafira said with a sorrowful tone in her voice. "I had no idea you had that locked away in that pea brain of yours. You son-of-a-bitch!"

Zafira rose from the bed. Antonio remained motionless, and Clair was still passed out cold.

"How should I handle this?" Zafira asked herself as she paced around the room. After a few minutes of pondering, Zafira devised her answer.

Antonio's body came to life under Zafira's control. Like an automaton, he walked to a nearby desk drawer. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, and started writing. When he finished, he put the paper into an unmarked envelope and handed it to Zafira.

"That will do nicely. Now then, time to finish this."

Zafira sat on the edge of the bed. Antonio positioned himself between her thighs. He seized her hips. His cock slipped inside her. He fucked her with mindless bestial abandon. Zafira's horns and wings extended outward, preparing for his soul to be released inside her. He groaned and twitched and shot his cum deep inside Zafira's demonic pussy. His body shriveled instantly and collapsed to the floor.

Zafira sat up and peered at the desiccated husk formerly known as Antonio Santana. "You deserved much worse."

Satisfied, Zafira regained her composure and got dressed. She leaned over Clair's unconscious body. "You're in for quite a shock tomorrow. I don't know who will find your shriveled up husband first, you or the police. Either way, you're taking the fall for the night club murder. I can't thank you enough, Clair. It is, however, a fitting end for someone who enslaves young women for her own sexual pleasure."

Zafira dressed then collected the envelope and walked downstairs. She strolled into a small office filled with files and literature, all neatly organized. At the room's center was a large desk where Antonio spent most of his time. She opened the bottom drawer of the desk and extracted a small black lockbox. With a snap of her fingers, the box popped open. The 9mm Belgian revolver and its forged registration papers in Antonio's brother's name were inside.

"That should be easy enough for them to find," Zafira said to herself.

She left the opened lockbox on the desk and walked out the front door to Cole's car.

"What took so long?" Cole asked.

"I had an unexpected run-in with Antonio's wife," Zafira replied as she got in passenger side.

"Oh? Is she..."

"She's alive, but come tomorrow she will wish she wasn't."

"Why?" Cole asked.

"I'll explain on the way back to Markus' house. I've got a special delivery for him."

*****

It was late at night when Cole and Zafira arrived back at Markus Santana's slum house.

"Wait here," Zafira said.

She left Cole's car and carefully stepped over the front yard litter. She climbed the sagging porch and knocked on Markus' door. He cracked open the door slowly, then opened it fully.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked brazenly.

"Here," Zafira said, handing him the unmarked envelope.

Markus opened the envelope and read the letter. "What the hell is this? There's no way my brother would write something like this! He would never confess to everything he has done."

"You don't have to believe it," Zafira said. "But the police who search your house tomorrow morning need to believe it. They will come looking for a 9mm Belgian revolver, which you will tell them is in your brother's possession."

"And why would I do that, lady?" Markus asked.

"Because your brother is dead. There's no reason for you to protect him anymore. You can finally get on with your own life without being your brother's scapegoat. This is a fresh start for you, Markus. Don't blow it."

Markus stood there dumbfounded. Zafira turned her back to him and stepped off the porch.

He stopped her. "Wait! Are you an angel?" he asked.

Zafira turned and giggled, "I'm far from an angel."

A tear ran down Markus' face. "Thank you, whoever you are."

Zafira got back into Cole's car. Cole started the engine and drove off. An uneasy silence haunted their drive back to Zafira's lair. Cole parked under the overpass that Zafira called home.

"That was quite a noble thing you did," Cole said. "Not quite the behavior I'd expect from a demon."

"I did it for my own benefit. Don't get things twisted."

Cole snickered, "Well, everything turned out alright, even though we didn't find who killed Maria."

"Yeah, I suppose. Tomorrow I'll be free and clear of the night club murder. That should at least get your boss off your neck."

"Yeah, one less thing to worry about," Cole admitted.

Zafira turned to Cole. "They will probably try to pin Maria's murder on Antonio though, you realize this, right?"

Cole nodded his head. "It doesn't matter. We know the truth, and once you perform this ritual, we'll know for sure who killed my wife."

Zafira paused for a moment. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure, more than anything," he replied. "I can't rely on old fashioned police work for this. I have to knowexactly what happened that night."

Zafira sat in silent contemplation for a moment. "We'll make plans for the two remaining items we need tomorrow. Meet me here when you get off work."

"Okay," he agreed.

Zafira opened the passenger door, stepped out, then closed it. She watched as Cole put the car in reverse, easing back into the access road. He waved at her as he drove into the night.

Zafira stood there, reflecting on all that had transpired today.

"I hope you have the strength to live with the answers you seek, Cole Harvey."

A small tear escaped the corner of Zafira's eye.

"Some knowledge isn't worth the pain."





Purely Sinful



"It's going to be an open-and-shut case!" Frank said, returning from the interrogation room. He turned his gaze to Penny. "Well, hello there, beautiful."

Penny scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Frank stepped in closer to her. "You know, me and some of the guys are going to hit up the bar later tonight to celebrate. You should come join us."

"I'd rather not," she replied bluntly. "I'll see ya around, Detective Harvey."

"Thanks again for the coffee," Cole said as Penny walked away towards the elevator.

"It was my pleasure," she said, smiling over her shoulder.

"Would you look at the ass on her," Frank said after Penny disappeared behind the elevator doors.

"Are you always a douchebag like that?" Cole asked. "It's a wonder how you get as many women as you claim."

"Don't hate the player, Cole, hate the game," Frank said arrogantly. "Besides, she's a virgin, not really my type."

"And how do you know this?" Vince asked.

Frank stood with a smug look on his face. "If you two were in the game for as long as I have, you would know these things. First of all, no woman who looks that good dresses so conservatively for a receptionist unless she is a virgin. Secondly, the only person she gives the time of day to, is Cole. An attractive single woman who wasn't a virgin would be flirting with everyone."

Frank turned to Cole. "Speaking of, she has the biggest crush on you. You should ask her out. Maybe it's finally time for you to move on with your life? It could take your mind off things if nothing else."

Yeah, right. Like anything could take his mind off the fact that Maria's killer was still out there, or off the demon succubus who invades his every thought. The less people in his life right now, the better.

"Nah," Cole said. "I'm not ready to date again just yet."

"It's your call," Frank said. "Personally, I think it's an offense to the 'man code' to pass up such prime pussy."

Frank walked towards his desk and then turned back around. "Oh, I almost forgot. Due to the nature of this suspect having possible connections to Maria's murder, Captain Finnegan has turned the night club murder case over to me. I'll need you to sign an affidavit stating she was the one who you saw that night. You understand, right?"

Normally Cole would have a huge problem with someone else taking over one of his cases, especially if that someone was Frank. On the other hand, this should keep the CPD chasing their tail while he and Zafira found the real killer.

"I totally get it, Frank. It's all yours," Cole said.

Frank cracked his smug smile once more, then returned to his desk.

"Well, I have a shitload of work piled up so I better get to it," Vince said. "Before I go, listen -- I was planning on hitting up a strip club this weekend. Do you want to come along? It'll be like our old college days."

"I don't know if I'll be up for it, Vince," Cole replied.

"Oh come on!" Vince pleaded. "You've got to start living a little. Seeing some tits would do you some good."

He has already seen some tits recently -- Zafira's perfect pair. But yeah, he did need to liven up some, he admitted to himself.

"I'll... think about it," Cole answered.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," Vince said as he left for his lab.

Everything turned out as planned; even got a free coffee out of the deal. He looked at his watch -- end of his shift already. He grabbed his trench coat and headed for the main exit. He passed Penny at the front desk. "Detective Harvey!" she waved for him to come over. He walked to her, curious.

"I didn't want to ask earlier because of all the guys around," Penny said bashfully. "But I have no plans for tomorrow night and was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie with me."

Cole was caught completely off guard and unsure of how to respond. He had not been on a date since before Maria's death. Plus there was the not-so-little matter of Zafira.

"Well, I may have plans then, so..."

"It's okay, Detective Harvey," Penny said as she scribbled on a piece of paper. "Here's my number. Just give me a call if you're ever free or just want someone to talk to, okay?"

Cole took her note and smiled. "Thanks. I'll do that."

She smiled back as he left for his car. He did not have time to chat with her more -- he already had a date with a super-sexy succubus.

*****

Cole opened the portal to Zafira's lair using the crystal she gave him. This time he knew not to jump forward; he still had a bruise from his fall the last time.

When Cole stepped through the portal, Stacy, the she-devil, pounced on him, knocking him down to the floor.

"What the fuck is this thing?!" he shouted, struggling to no avail to get her off him.

"Stacy! No!" Zafira shouted from across the room.

Stacy whined, crawling off Cole. So much for avoiding more bruises. Zafira stood above him, completely naked in her all-natural demonic form. She offered him a hand and pulled him off the floor.

Cole brushed himself off. "I assume that's your new pet?"

"Yes, she's my pet devilkin -- Stacy."

Cole looked at Stacy, now perched on the back of Zafira's couch like a cheetah. She too, was completely naked. Cole felt a slight twitch in his groin after looking at her athletic, bright red body.

"Go ahead and pet her; she doesn't bite," Zafira said.

Cole walked over to the couch and lightly put his hand on Stacy's head. He ran his fingers through her blonde fringe cut hair and pigtails. She smiled, then licked Cole's arm with her unnaturally long forked tongue.

"I think she likes you," Zafira giggled.

"Where did she come from?" Cole asked.

"She transformed herself into a devilkin after stealing Gabriel's prayer beads. Honestly, I don't think I could have gotten his heart without her."

"She was human?" he shouted apprehensively.

Zafira sat on the couch and stretched. "That's right -- and spare me your goodie two-shoes routine." "That reminds me, something I've been meaning to ask you -- where do demons come from, exactly? I know you're from Hell, but..."

"Give Stacy one of your patented massages and I'll tell you," Zafira interrupted.

"Why?"

"Come. Sit next to me, you'll see." Zafira replied.

Cole stopped petting Stacy and walked around to the front of the couch. He was unsure of what she was up to. Better stay on my toes, he thought.

He sat down beside the naked demoness. She stretched her wings out and wrapped her left wing around his back. She whistled at Stacy, who crawled across both their laps, laying face down perfectly still.

Cole's hands started rubbing the back of Stacy's legs. Her bright crimson skin was very warm to the touch. It was such an odd sensation. Stacy purred, her head now directly in Zafira's open lap.

"Unlike humans," Zafira started. "Demons as well as angels, are created, not born. They are either created by magic or the natural transformation of a soul when a mortal dies. Most souls do not transform however. Only the purest or most depraved souls evolve. Pure souls becoming angels and corrupt souls becoming demons."

"So then, what happens to the souls that don't evolve?" Cole asked, moving his hands across Stacy's lower back.

"Souls in the middle ground, like Markus for example, will slowly disintegrate. All those humans who have had a one night stand, stolen a few things, or lived like a slob but at the same time did something courageous, gave another person hope, or are generally kind to others will have their energy absorbed by the planet when they die. The wind, tides, natural disasters, the constant rotation of the Earth, are just a few examples soul energy. It is this constant balance of life, death, and rebirth that keeps the universe going."

Cole dug his palms against Stacy's shoulders. Her tail wagged contently as she whimpered between Zafira's thighs.

"What happens to the souls you consume?" Cole asked.

Zafira paused, running her hand through her pet's hair. "Their energy is consumed by my body until there is no energy left. Then, they simply cease to exist."

Cole pondered Zafira's words, wondering where Maria's soul is now. She certainly would not turn into a demon. She had to be an angel now, he thought. What if he...

"When a soul evolves, do they have any memory of who they were?"

Zafira sighed. "No. The Maria you knew is gone, no matter how you look at it."

"Do you ever stop reading my mind?" he asked, annoyed.

"Do you ever pay attention to what you're massaging?" she retorted.

Cole looked down. Each hand was gripping one of Stacy's ass cheeks.

"Don't stop," Zafira pleaded before his hands could run away. "Devilkin thrive on being touched. The more you touch them, the more aroused they become."

Cole did as she requested. His hands massaged Stacy's hot soft bottom. He felt a molten hot substance upon his leg. It somewhat burned, but was bearable at least. Then it dawned on him; the hot liquid was coming from Stacy's aroused pussy.

Zafira's pheromones filled the room, a sweet smell that clouded Cole's brain with thoughts of lust. He looked over to see Stacy's long tongue lapping at her mistresses' pussy. Cole kept at it, knowing what it was doing for both of them. His ears were flooded with the sounds of two demons moaning pleasurably.

"Mmm! Touch her pussy, Cole!" Zafira pleaded.

He did as she asked. His left hand reached around Stacy's plump red ass and found Stacy's molten wetness. Her nectar was super-hot and plentiful.

"Put your fingers inside her."

"But, wouldn't that constitute lust?" Cole hesitantly asked.

Zafira growled, "Touching isn't lust! If it were, every human doctor would be a sinner. Now do it!"

Cole slid two fingers inside Stacy. The heat was almost too much to bear. Her insides were hot, oily, and dripping. Stacy's hips bucked, her soft purrs turned into a loud whimpering.

"How does it feel?" Zafira asked, lavishing in her sexual pleasure.

"Hot," he responded. "Hot and oily, like..."

"...massage oil," his perverted brain thought. He wiggled his fingers inside Stacy's hot pussy, coating his fingers. When he pulled his fingers out of her, her pussy juice dripped off them like thick oil. Cole allowed a few drops to fall onto Stacy's back then plunged his fingers deep inside her again. He dribbled more of her nectar onto her back until there were small puddles all up her spine.

Cole took his other hand and massaged the molten hot oil from her pussy into her skin. Stacy was overwhelmed with the sensation, her orgasms made more hot cum for Cole to rub on her, and he took full advantage. He played Stacy's body like an musical instrument, and each note had positive effects on Zafira. The more Cole massaged Stacy, the further and faster her lengthy tongue darted inside of Zafira's hungry sex. He was making two sexy demons cum over and over again using only his hands. It felt eerily empowering.

Stacy's back was completely covered in her own slick essence. Cole used both hands to massage her muscular shoulders, which made Stacy eat Zafira's pussy with a primal need. Zafira's eyes rolled back into her head and let out a deafening demonic cry that made the walls shake.

Cole was not entirely left out of the pleasure. The more the sexy demons cried in pleasure, the harder his cock became within the confines of his trousers. He would free it and stroke himself with Stacy's slick oil if he could, but her body in his lap prevented him from doing so. No matter, he was close to cumming without touching it. All he needed was a little something extra.

His oily right hand fled Stacy's back and attached to Zafira's breasts. She gasped with the sudden touch, bringing herself out of her orgasmic trance. She gazed into his eyes while he firmly massaged her large soft tits.

Zafira smiled wickedly at Cole as she panted. She knew he loved it and relished in his denial of release the whole time. Because of the immense pleasure he brought her, she decided to be merciful.

Zafira quickly pried Cole's hand from her breast and stuck his index and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean of all of Stacy's nectar. Zafira's warm mouth and skillful sucking was all it took for Cole to cum right there in his pants. He roared as it felt like a geyser of cum had spurted out with nowhere to go. He felt his own cum oozing down his shaft and tickling his balls.

The three of them sat there motionless, breathing heavily. After several minutes of dead silence, Stacy sat up and gave Cole a small peck on the lips then slunk down to the floor. Cole licked his lips, which had a hint of Zafira's pussy on them. It tasted sweet, just like the smell of her pheromones.

Zafira giggled, "Told you she likes you."

"Yeah, I guess so," he smiled, still coming down from his epic orgasm.

"Seems you like her too," Zafira said, staring at the wet spot in Cole's crotch.

"I do, but I also liked making you cum, even if she was the one pleasuring you."

For the first time, Cole saw the succubus blush. There was a small awkward silence.

"So, um, back to the reason I'm here," Cole said changing the subject. "What's the next thing we need for the ritual?"

"Oh, right." Zafira said, regaining some composure. "We need virgin's essence."

"Virgin's essence? What is that exactly?"

"See that oil that came from Stacy? That; only from a virgin."

"So a virgin female's... cum."

"Yep. Time for you to put on your best suit, Cole, and find yourself a date."

"Me? Why me? You could do this easily," he inquired.

"My magic only works on males. I'm pretty sure you'd have a better chance than I would, given I know next to nothing about human relationships. Besides, she has to give it to you willingly. All that lovey-dovey stuff about how a virgin gives you a piece of their heart and soul when they have sex with you the first time - it's all true. Well, the soul part anyway. A very small amount of their soul energy is secreted the first time they have sex. This is what gives virgin's essence magical properties."

"Wait; how am I supposed to get the essence? I can't fuck a virgin without corrupting my soul."

"You could marry a virgin," she snickered.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Cole protested.

Zafira laughed, "I am kidding. I do have something that will help."

Zafira got off the couch and walked to a nearby cabinet. Inside were all manner of glass vials and beakers containing various colored liquids. She grabbed two empty vials and a tiny bottle full of an unknown black substance.

"Take these," Zafira said. "The two empty vials are enchanted to draw the virgin's essence directly inside once you pop the top off. Get her aroused, pop the top, and the vial will do the rest."

"What about this stuff?" Cole asked, holding up the black bottle.

"That is a highly concentrated incubus pheromone. Put a drop of that on your skin and you will have any woman instantly attracted to you, to the point they won't be able to resist your charms. Getting a virgin aroused will be easy with that."

Cole takes the top off and gave it a quick sniff before pulling his head away in disgust.

"Jesus! This stuff is putrid!" Cole said, who quickly put the cap back on.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you were female. One word of caution, though: only use a single drop. Use too much and it will attract every woman within a mile radius. Considering the size of Chicago, your body would probably be torn apart by hundreds of sex craved women."

Cole slid the items into his coat pocket. Now all he needed was to find a virgin. Hope Frank was right about Penny.

*****

Cole had taken up Penny on her invitation to see a movie. It was the first time he had been on a date since before Maria's death and it felt extremely awkward at times.

Nonetheless, Penny seemed to fully believe his feigned enthusiasm for their date. He felt like a douchebag, pretending to be interested in a woman he cared nothing for; and like a douchebag, he was trying to get her in the sack -- although without actually having sex with her. He still had no idea how he was going to pull this off.

The movie was a romantic comedy; Cole paid scant attention. During their time in the cinema he thought about how his time could be better spent doing other things. Even though he was doing this to find Maria's killer, it sure did not feel like it. He would much rather be going through his case files for the billionth time or giving Zafira another sensual massage.

His mind did drift a few times towards that sexy succubus that forced her way into his life. Her perfect body, how her silky smooth skin felt, and those powerful orgasms were often at the front of his mind. If he were any other guy, he would be focused more on Penny's body, which was impressive in its own right.

Just not as impressive as Zafira.

After the movie, Cole drove Penny home to her apartment. He parked the car at the entrance, "Well, I had a great time,Detective Harvey. We should do it again some time," Penny said, smiling cutely.

"Please, I told you to stop with the 'Detective Harvey' stuff. Just call me Cole."

"Well then, Cole, thank you for a wonderful evening."

Penny leaned in, giving Cole a small peck on the cheek. She opened the passenger door when Cole grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"I haven't had a wonderful night like this in a long time. I'd hate for it to end."

"Well, the night is still young," Penny said. "I can show you around my apartment if you want."

"I would like that," Cole smiled.

Cole parked his car into an empty space and then followed her up to her apartment. It was a cozy place, though it seemed a little bare. She had few furnishings. Only a couch and coffee table sat in her living room, with a small TV perched atop of an end table. Her minimal kitchen had a stove that looked barely used. A compact refrigerator and spotless microwave hunched on the counter. A dining room table was noticeably absent.

"Nice place," Cole said, as he sat down on the couch. "Did you just move in?"

Penny sat next to Cole and shook her head. "No; been living here for over a year now. I've been saving money for college and haven't been able to buy much. I tend to not live beyond my means."

"It's good you have your priorities in order."

Penny laughed. "A rare quality I know. But having your priorities in order doesn't leave much time for dating."

"I'm surprised you asked me then," Cole said.

"You seemed like a nice guy and I always liked older men better. Guys my age don't act very mature."

"Age has nothing to do with maturity. Hell, look at Frank."

Penny scoffed. "You have a point. Look up douchebag in a dictionary and you'll find his picture."

"I wouldn't doubt it," Cole laughed. "Just yesterday he was telling me about his oh-so-skillful ways of spotting virgins. He claims you're a virgin because you dress so conservatively."

"So because I don't dress like a slut for his entertainment that makes me a virgin?" Penny asked disapprovingly.

"According to the great Frank Wallace; yes, it does." Cole said sarcastically.

"He's such a pig!" she scoffed again. "I hate to admit though, that he's right."

"You mean, you really are a virgin?" Cole asked.

"Yes, and I'm not ashamed of it. I just haven't found the right guy yet. I always said that I would save myself for marriage and with college and work I've had no trouble keeping to my word. This doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Not at all," Cole replied. "I'm surprised is all. It's a rare quality these days."

Cole got his confirmation. Now all he had to do was to get her to somehow change her mind. Her priorities and headstrong demeanor could be problematic.

"May I use your bathroom?" Cole asked.

"Sure. It's down the hall and to the left."

Cole got up from the couch and walked into the small tidy bathroom. He looked into the mirror, slightly disgusted with what he was planning to do. Penny was a good person, and to deflower her with the use of magic seemed wrong on so many levels. He too had priorities, however, and at the top of the list was finding Maria's killer. At any cost.