Preview books by Jessica Seaques, Christian Pan & Dustin Midnight
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Mirror Secret Mirror by Jessica Seaques
This is an excerpt from the book ‘Mirror Secret Mirror’, by Jessica Seaques published on the 28th May. It’s dark, decadent, BDSM erotica. ‘Mirror Secret Mirror’ likes to throw the reader in at the deep end, so here’s an extract which begins right in the middle of the action.
Charlotte’s cake truly was a work of art: dense, spongy chocolate; generous fillings of jam and cream; lathers of dark, rich icing. Swirls and patterns of sculpted flake decorating the surface. Along with a bright ‘Welcome Home!’ message lovingly drawn in thick, red icing. The silver sprinkles were not scattered randomly. They’d been painstakingly arranged in a particular way: thin, metallic columns criss-crossing each other as they marched busily over and around the cake. It’d taken ages. She’d really outdone herself this time. Her best bake yet.
Her husband moved fast, pushing his wife’s head down whilst pulling her arms up, bending her body into a sharp right angle so her face splatted into the cake. Gasping mouth suddenly filled with chocolate. A muffle of surprise. He held firmly to squish her in, face plunging through icing and sponge, jam and cream. Squelchy, smothering softness.
‘Sweet enough?’ He twisted her head with his hand to spread the icing, rubbing her face in it. Standing directly behind and leaning over on top of her. Hard dick pushing against her puppy-tail butt-plug. ‘Eat!’
He held the scruff of her neck and ploughed her face through the thick chocolate. Swallowing sweetness clogging the throat. She tried to gulp it down, but more was piling in. Releasing her wrists, he used his other hand to shovel cake over her gaping mouth, slapping the creamy stickiness across powdered cheeks. Charlotte was choking on chocolate, but gorging it in. Forcing it down, eating it, tasting it, savouring it. Beautiful, rich, dark sweetness. She gawped her jaws to scoff, teeth grating against the ceramic. Her insides wriggled in the twist, the movements squirming her whole body.
She thrust her ass back to smear generously over his cock. Barely restrained in the loose trousers, his erection jostled and stabbed the back of her thighs, the thick shaft now bending to press horizontal against her ass cheek. She licked her tongue out lavishly, slavering and curling along with the writhe of her hips. He exchanged the grip on her neck for a looser hold around a sugar-coated pigtail, keeping a straight back as he leant forward to suppress her. Only his dick and groin touched her body as he pushed his weight on top. Pinning her solidly over the table, holding her down with his big, heavy manliness. The ass-plug tickled deeper, her inner thighs sweltering, tongue lolling in creaminess.
With a graceful shift of weight, he pulled away and stepped back. A tug reminding that his fingers still held her hair. Flakes and sprinkles and powdery snow as her face emerged from the once-beautiful cake. Blinkering eyelids heavy with chocolate. Body peeling away from the table, turning to follow his pull. Stumbling heels as she twirled around to confront. Feeling her moistness as the top of her thighs slid against one another. She scraped the gooey icing from around her eyes. The rest of her face was caked in sticky chocolate. He was still, except for the straining point in his tented trousers, intense look daring.
‘Is that what you want… sweetness?’ His whisper was a rusty graze.
Charlotte paused as if thinking. Head cocked, tongue poking teasingly from the side of her mouth, before slowly licking out… and around the top of her lips. Proceeding full-circle, waggling like a burlesque dancer on parade. Eyes melting in syrupy glaze. ‘Yes, it’s deliciously sweet.’ She leant forward to pucker her pout. ‘Welcome home. I love you.’
His reaction chinked open, a scoff of breath dropping from his nostrils. Snarl sinking in, eyes gleaming, evil expression now wearing the skin of a smile. ‘Always so sweet.’ He said with sincere bitterness. ‘Always! No matter what.’ His strong fingers flexed in frustration: they wanted to crush something cutesy cute… had wanted to crush it for a long time now. Couldn’t resist anymore.
He used his pinch on her pigtail to draw her head down and towards him at an angle. She looked up serenely as her body bowed, face full of beaming cheek. The tempo quickened as he released the hair and advanced to draw along her flank. His left arm coming down over her back, looping around the waist to shelve her stomach. His other hand hooking under the fist and lifting sharply, flicking her legs off the ground. The feeling of being plucked into the air, jolting as he launched into stride. Long, blitzing paces to propel his catch across the garden room, brandishing her underarm. Hard, lean muscles controlling pliant softness. She loved having all this strength deployed against her. And the feathery bounce of the pom-pom tail tickling against her thighs. The flush of blood to her face hot enough to melt chocolate: silver sprinkles glittering the floor in their wake.
As they reached the wide, wooden chair without armrests, he stopped and turned to sit. Swinging around to thump her stomach across his thigh: enough force to knock the breath out. Seesawing over his left leg as he stamped his right down to gather in her wriggling, lower limbs: forcing heeled feet together. Palm flattening across her back to tip the upper body downward, her hands trailing the floor. She was now bent double with her chubby, bubble-butt firmly over the knee – doggie-tail fluttering proud. He paused to savour the moment. A carnivore licking his lips, whilst casually deciding what to eat first. A pointing finger tracing along her thigh, following the frilled rim of the stocking, before cornering upwards at the suspender. A teasing mini-twang to test the elastic. He fondled around, whirling her tail in lazy loop, fingers brushing over her pussy. Flipping the tail onto her lower back. Presenting now, lush like a heavy dew… the scent itching in his nostrils.
‘I love you,’ she taunted with melodious chime.
She could feel the energy drawing as his hand rose in the air behind. A bird of prey hovering – zeroing in – before swooping down with violent speed. Smack! Charlotte squealed as his open palm slapped onto the fleshy round of her buttock. Red handprint scalding onto white skin, painting primal. The claw of fingers pulling off to kite up again… soaring ominously… and streaking back down. Smack! Stinging as the palm whipped away on the glance. She stifled her sob. She wasn’t going to break easy. The mistress had taunted that Charlotte would burst into tears on the third blow, but she wouldn’t. Fuck you, Katya! This time his hand clapped across both cheeks at once, bouncing back off to rain down the fourth, fifth and sixth strikes in quick succession. The pain blazed. Wild, determined eyes as she bit into her lip.
She used his pause to rebalance and readjust the enticing presentation of her behind. Could feel his hardness against her flank. Fingers skittering over her pussy playfully, before drawing away again. Her buttocks cringing as they tried to pose. He leant back to get a better angle on her left cheek, bringing his palm down vertically to spread the red – a flurry of flicking slaps. One strike thumping square onto her tail, driving the plug deeper with bone-shivering reverberation. His thumb slipping inside her pussy as he repositioned her body at a steeper angle. Her neatly paired ankles viced between the back of his right thigh and the taut muscles of his clenched calf.
His arm swept in lashing motion, hitting hard… again and again. Slapping down on her helplessness. Buttocks wavering like the sea under a furious storm. White skin spanking pink, rosing deeper as the brutal beating battered on. Reddening under the hail of stinging strikes, cheeks burning to glow – a heating ember. A powerful blow jarring the ass-plug again, juddering through her centre. Another vicious spank onto scalding skin. The agonised whelp irrepressible this time. Her sobbing cries unleashed like a panicking fool as his strong hand clapped down without mercy. Charlotte’s ass red-raw, the pain consuming, the escalation unbearable. No, not unbearable! She would bear it. Bear it for him! She’d take it all whether she could or not. Whatever he gave, more than the others… any of them. She’d take it. All of it. She was his wife and she loved him!
His hand stopped to hover close to her blazing cheeks, as if warming around the fire. A slim pant after the exertion. Sitting back to admire his handiwork: a nicely roasted rump, succulent meat all soft and tender, juices flowing to marinade. A satisfied sigh whilst idly massaging the flesh, clutching a handful of ass in his squeeze. The suspender cords had flown loose, but the stocking-rims remained neatly circled around the top of her thighs. The pain scorched an inferno, but she wasn’t going to be beaten both ways. The hold of his leg around her calves had loosened, so she was able to set her feet on the floor along with outstretched hands. She pushed her butt up atop the arch of her body, thrusting towards him, pom-pom tail twitching enthusiastically – beat me more.
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Eagle Eye by Christian Pan
In EAGLE EYE, we meet Ivy–a mother, wife, and teacher dissatisfied. But through her adventures in Princeton and Paris, with individuals and groups, Ivy will learn more about herself, and about sex.
Ivy led him back to the apartment, and was mildly disappointed to discover that Michael wasn’t there. She was hoping for some scandal, a dramatic confrontation, something “very French.” Where could he be? Maybe he ́s having a revenge-fuck of his own, she thought. Good for him. Ivy brought the stranger into the bedroom, and they began helping each other get out of their clothes as fast as possible.
Unlike Michael, the man from the club was direct both in his movements and in his desires. He immediately grabbed her ass, squeezing it and giving it a little spank like a trainer inspecting a new horse. His mouth and tongue were warm around the nipples of her exposed breasts, and Ivy liked how he sucked and nibbled them with his teeth. Ivy arched her head back, opening more of herself to him. The pleasure almost felt painful, like a yearning, or heartache. Pain, Ivy knew, sometimes made the pleasure better.
She pushed the stranger down onto his back over the bedsheets, so she could pull his pants open and down below his knees. Ivy smiled at how this strong and powerful man, like all strong and powerful men, instantly became clumsy and helpless through the quick adjustment of their pants. Once his clothes were down to his ankles, she saw his cock, full and ready. From standing, Ivy immediately swallowed him up, bending forward from her waist, her hands on top of his thighs for support. She slid up and down with her mouth, occasionally stopping her slurps to spit on it, or to stroke his shaft with one hand and see the expressions on his face. The stranger had his eyes closed; he was absorbing each droplet of pleasure arising from his hips. Ivy could tell he was struggling not to come too fast. She teased him with her mouth and tongue, varying the rhythm, and sometimes she just went down on him until she began to gag. It was a little uncomfortable, but Ivy never met a man who didn’t like it when she gagged during a blowjob. She had complete power over him through how she moved her mouth and her tongue along his cock. This certain timeless knowledge turned her on.
At some point while she was sucking, Ivy felt someone looking at her–not from the bed, but from the doorway. Michael. Her hair covered most of her face while she bobbed up and down the stranger´s veiny shaft, but Ivy could see feet standing in the doorway. Michael didn’t enter the room, just stood there on the threshold.
My my, she thought. So my old college friend likes to watch. Wonder what other secrets he’s been holding out on me.
Ivy looked up at the stranger, whose eyes remained closed, and began stroking his stiff and slick dick with her hand. She turned towards Michael in the doorway. His mouth was open, and his right hand was jerking himself off. Ivy smiled, and let the tip of her tongue touch the bottom of her top teeth.
“You gonna just stand there and watch,” she said, “or are you gonna get over here and fuck me?”
Michael ́s eyes bulged open. The stranger lifted his head from the bed languidly, then let it flop back down as soon as Ivy resumed gobbling his cock. She pulled up and stroked it again with her hand, and turned towards Michael again.
“Well?”
He stood there, a weird look in his eyes. Had he gone out drinking somewhere, while I was out at the club?
“W-w-which,” he started, swallowed, then started again, “Which do you want–want me to do?”
“You tell me,” she said, and resumed sucking the stranger´s cock, slow and steady, drawing out his orgasm.
As she hoped, Michael eventually entered the room and stood behind her. Ivy could smell his lust off of him like a musky cologne, along with the smell of wine and tobacco. With one of her free hands, she lifted the back of her dress, but this time, he needed no coaxing. Her pussy was already dripping wet, and when he moved her underwear over to one side of her hip, Michael ́s hard cock slid inside of her effortlessly. His hands gripped Ivy ́s pelvic bones clumsily, and for a moment she thought Michael might stumble to the floor, bringing her down with him. But he quickly grounded himself, and began slow and deep thrusts deep inside of her, while she continued to suck the stranger lying on the bed.
Ivy liked threeways. During her senior year at Rutgers, she got the reputation as being “kinda wild”. After finishing school, she moved into the city, and her twenties was a decade of clubs, drugs, and sex. Why the fuck else do people have jobs, if they ́re not going to have fun, she remembers asking one of her girlfriends at the time. What was her name? The two of them were in a hotel elevator, leaving a party with four or five guys in the cheap room somewhere in midtown. Ivy liked all sorts of men–tall, short, older, younger. And yes, sometimes more than one. She hadn’t fucked more than one guy in years, though, since she got married, but Ivy still knew where everything went. Sex isn’t ́t really all that complicated.
Having sex with two men at the same time isn’t like it looks in pornos. Not that Ivy has any firsthand knowledge of being in a pornographic movie–my biggest regret in life, she would half-joke with one of the other moms, as they watched their kids play soccer back home in New Jersey. In her experience, most guys can’t handle the reality of actually being sexual with a woman in front of another guy. They like the fantasy of it; but one of them tends to get weirded out from being seen with their dick hard in front of another guy. They “lose their inspiration.” Or they come too fast. When fucking, Ivy was pretty good at sensing how close men were to ejaculating; she knew how to adjust her strokes and her moves to make it last as long as possible. All women knew how to make someone else feel good with their mouths, and with their pussies. When riding two instead of one, it just takes a little more concentration.
She knew Michael better than this stranger from the Showcase club, obviously, so she decided to focus on her mouth and get this stud to come soon. Ivy could tell that he was close, and she lifted her mouth just off the tip of his cock while stroking the shaft faster and faster. She spat on it, but kept her tongue close to the eye at the head of his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he yelled with a French accent. “I ́m close!”
Hearing this turned her on. Ivy pushed her ass up against Michael behind her. She heard him grunt, then his hand slap her ass. Atta boy, she thought.
“Come on,” Ivy told the man on the bed. “Make it come.”
“I’m coming!” The man hit the bed with his fists beside him, trying to hold it in as long as he could. Ivy kept stroking. Michael kept pumping.
“Feed me,” Ivy said. “I need it. I need it!”
“Oh God!”
As Michael pounded Ivy from behind, the stranger´s pearly spunk squirted out of his cock. She got most of it into her mouth, and savored its salty taste as she licked her lips before swallowing.
She could tell from the way Michael ́s hands were clutching her hips now, from the way his thrusts were going deeper inside of her, that he was close, too. Spent, the man on the bed interlaced his fingers behind his head, and watched Ivy get fucked. She kept her hands braced on top of his bare thighs. Done sucking on the stranger´s cock, she dropped her head down and let her neck stretch out; but then Michael clutched her hair and yanked her head back.
“Ow,” Ivy said. She said that more just as an acknowledgement that his pulling her hair was a surprise, that it was merely uncomfortable rather than genuinely pain. His hand kept tugging her hair, though. Good boy, she thought, good boy.
“That’s it,” she grunted. “Give it to me, baby. I ́m gonna come.”
“Not yet,” he replied. “I’ll tell you when.”
Ivy turned and looked over her shoulder. She had never seen Michael looking this way–his eyes heavy, his lips snarling like an animal. He was totally in control. She had never witnessed him possess this sort of power within himself, much less thrust that power through his hips and into her. For the first time, Michael appeared confident, self-possessed.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” she said. “Give it to me. Ride me–”
“Shut up, bitch,” he said, slapping her ass again, harder this time. “Shut up and fuck.” Michael released her hair, but pulled on one of her shoulders, arching her back. The stranger sat up on the bed, her hands now resting upon his chest, his hands going to tease her breasts. He began twisting and pulling on her nipples, making her yelp and whimper. It hurt a little bit, initially, but she also loved how his playing with her tits made her pussy muscles contract, which made Michael thrust deeper. Ivy felt his cock swelling up inside of her, growing engorged and thicker. He was close.
The stranger let out a chuckle. “Ha ha. Where you going, my little slut?”
“Come on, Ivy,” Michael grunted behind her. Both of his hands were on her hips now. Not yet. She could feel him getting closer, but not yet.
“Can I come?”
“What did you say?” he asked.
“Can I come?” she shouted. The stranger put his fingers inside her mouth, and she sucked hard. Michael ́s cock was so deep it felt like he would reach her stomach. No one answered her question, these guys just kept playing with her, pounding her. Ivy felt like crying. Come on, I fucking need this give it to me let me fucking come you goddamn motherfucker.
“Yes,” Michael finally grunted behind her. “Now you can come.”
Ivy pushed the stranger back down onto the bed. She braced her hands on the edge of the king sized bed and lengthened her back. Her buttocks pushed against Michael ́s hips and stiff cock as she unleashed her orgasm. Ivy closed her eyes and saw red. Her voice must have woken the neighbors on either side of the apartment, but she didn´t give a fuck.
“Oh god oh god oh GOD–”.
Michael pulled out his cock just as he was about to shoot, and jerked his cum off onto the back of Ivy ́s ass and lower spine. It felt warm, at first, before
quickly cooling on her bare skin. When he was finished, he collapsed onto the bedroom floor into a fetal position, panting, catching up with himself. Smiling, the stranger began to untie his shoes, so he could finish pulling down the pants from his legs, his cock already showing the first stirrings of another round. Ivy shed the rest of her own clothes easily onto a pile on the floor, and then went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The steam quickly filled up the space. Ivy had already lathered up one of her arms when one of the men came in to join her. She couldn’t tell which one it was. She didn’t care. It didn’t matter.
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Bordello of Desire by Dustin Midnight
It had been three months since Luke walker had gone missing, Though when he mysteriously returns from Hell, with no memories of what happened or how he got back. He finds himself trying to go back to a normal life, Though when it’s revealed that they had declared him dead, Luke decides that there needs to be a change. So He take the bordello and goes down south to the Lone Star State of Texas.
Little does he know that his troubles are only just beginning, not only does he have to deal with the bordello, and trying to figure out how he got out of Hell he has to deal with an Imp, who claims to know him, A french wizard who claims to be a former owner of the bordello, Oh and also Apparently he’s going to be a daddy now.
Whats the poor man like him going to do dealing with all this chaos going on in his life?
Chapter 1: Return to the Bordello
As he entered the living room, Luke shuffled his feet. His body was freezing after being exposed to the snow. Upon entering the foyer, he couldn’t resist the warm embrace of the Bordello. It was such a nice feeling. It was like returning to an old lover, a lover who held him in front of the fire all night long.
“It’s good to be home….” Luke said with calmness to him as he felt his eyes getting heavy. He felt like he could collapse to the ground at any second.
“Luke, what are you doing here?” He heard Cindy calling out as he turned around, seeing the shocked expression on her face. His vision slowly went dark.
“Could you give me a minute…” Luke muttered as he suddenly fell over; everything suddenly went dark as He fell, hitting the ground.
“Luke!” Cindy called out as she ran over to catch him but couldn’t. Cindy looked back at the young man, her mouth agape as she reached over, touching his back as she realized something. There were scars on his back, but one near the center. It looked like a hand. Just how it was burned into his back unsettled Cindy. She wondered what had left it there.
-000-
Luke lay in bed, his head tossing and turning, his body grunting as he got hit with images. Images he couldn’t recognize. Like pictures in photo albums bring back terrible memories— things he didn’t want to remember the way they sunk into his face. Luke saw a dark shadow figure that suddenly grabbed him by the neck.
Luke’s throat tightened up like something was choking him. Like the air sucked out of him. Luke shot out of bed. He was swinging fists as if his life depended on it. At the same time, Luke screamed out with a tired husk. He suddenly found a pair of hands grabbing his chest and pushing him down. Luke wanted to fight it off. Luke felt so weak. He waved his arms when he heard a voice.
“Luke! Calm down! We’re here; we’re here for you!” A southern voice said. Luke’s eyes shot open as he suddenly saw the cowgirl, her cowboy hat tipped over as she looked at him with those big eyes that looked concerned.
“Daisy? Is that you?” Luke said as he suddenly found himself hugged by the giant cowgirl, who nodded.
“It’s me, Luke! Where have you been?!” She cried out, holding him. Luke held onto her for a long moment embracing and taking in her scent. Luke had to admit he missed the cow as he held onto her as a child would to a mother. He forgot that soft apple scent.
“Well, it’s all good; I’m glad you’re back.” A grumpy woman said as Look looked back, seeing Astrid right there looking angry as she crossed her arms. Yet, he could see a smile on her face for a split second.
“It’s good to see you also, Astrid.” He smiled and even saw Ayame in the corner looking back at him. The hurt was visible on the kitsune’s face.”. Without warning, Ayame jumped at him. Her tail whipped in the air as she tackled Luke. They held onto him for the longest time,
“Ouch, Ayame, careful there; you guys hug me too tight.”
“Why did you leave us?” Ayame said, tears rolling down her cheeks while Luke looked away, almost ashamed.
“I didn’t mean to just, I had to close the gate, and there was only one way to close the door. So, I had to take it.” In truth, he wished he could remember what happened. His heart sank, and he felt terrible looking at the sad Kitsune. Luke cusped her cheek, rubbing it gently while giving a gentle smile.
“Hey, I’m ok, so that’s good.”
“Good, no, you left us. Do you know what happened? We all went downhill, and Daisy barely ate. I had to work myself so I couldn’t think about you; I know Astrid… Well, she’s Astrid. I don’t know what a dragon is thinking. But we were miserable, Luke-Kun.” She said, clearly angrier as she grabbed onto him. Luke wondered if Ayame would ever let him go. A part of him hoped so.
“Hey, at least I’m back, and I promise I won’t leave any of you guys to go. Even if I do, well, I’ll bring you along. Even if I’m going to hell.”
“Promise,” Ayame said while Daisy nodded as she kissed his head.
“I promise… Come on, Astrid, get in here; I missed you, ya’h grumpy dragon.” Luke smiled more though Astrid huffed.
“Thanks, but no thanks, I got something else to attend to.” She said before heading out the door. Cindy was right there, and Bellatrix looked at the three who remained.
“Well, I’m glad you are happy, but Trixie and I want to speak with him.”
“But we just got him back. We want to spend some time with him.” Daisy pouted, annoyed by what was happening.
“Hey, it’s ok; I’ll be ok when it’s finished. I’ll see you guys soon,” Luke smiled while Daisy looked over him, more hesitant than usual but nodded.
“Fine,” Daisy said while heading out of the room. Bending down as she walked out, Luke watched as the other girls followed behind her. Luke lay in bed; with a long sigh, he looked back at Cindy and Bellatrix standing around.
“So, what do you guys need? Um, how’s Joan?” Luke asked,
“She’s fine. Though sadly, she had to go back to California. But we’ve exchanged numbers so I can call her and schedule times to hang out.” Cindy said while adjusting her glasses. A small smile rested on her face. It looked nice on her, and Luke had to admit it.
“Well, hopefully, she returns; I didn’t get to know her.” He smiled as he leaned back, getting comfortable. The blanket was warm against his chest, making Luke feel relaxed.
“What were you wanting to talk to me about?”
“That’s the thing, Luke; we need to know something.”
“What about?” Luke said, looking back at the cougar and Vampire. They watched him almost as if he had just grown a second head.
“What happened? Is there anything that you do remember about hell?” Bellatrix cut to the chase. It looked at him; she admired the bed for a second as old memories returned from the past as she patted the fine wood.
“As I said, I don’t remember much. Maybe my mind is suppressing it. I remember that when I closed the door, everything went dark. Then pow. I’m standing in front of Bordello naked as a baby. And it’s snowing. How long was I gone?”
The two looked back at each other for the longest time.
“You were gone for three months. When you passed out, you were asleep for nearly three days.” Cindy reached over, touching the bed. “Honestly, we’re surprised you’re even alive. Yet how?”
‘I wish I knew, though it’s just… I wish I could remember.” Luke ran his fingers through his hair. Trixie smiled, her head tilting forward.
“You are an interesting Human. I hope I’ll be able to find out what happened. But for now, we have other things to discuss.”
“Like where Mjölnir is?” It was then Helga appeared, standing right outside the door. She was annoyed as she looked back at Luke. She was wearing a jumpsuit, her Cleavage showing off with her zipper down slightly. Helga’s arms crossed.
“I honestly don’t know. It might have gotten lost. While I was in Hell.”
“You lost Thor’s hammer….” Helga said; she turned around and rested her head against the wall; Luke felt tempted to get out of bed, yet he imagined if he did, she might just put him right back into the hospital, and that was something he wasn’t going to risk.
“I swear, this is just my luck. I accidentally kill Thor; I get his hammer, but now that’s missing. I swear I have got the worst luck ever.” Helga groaned, rubbing her temples. “What am I going to do? What are the gods going to say if they find out?”
“We’ll get there when we get there. I mean, it’s not like they noticed it was gone before.” Luke said, though his comment was met with a dirty look.
“When you’re all better, you’ll feel the burn.” Helga whipped around, walking out. Luke found himself feeling bad. Wishing he knew what happened to the hammer. Bellatrix and Cindy remained.
The three of them were alone once more. Luke groaned as he tried getting back up before Cindy pushed him back down.
“Listen, we have one thing to discuss since you came back. We never knew you were coming back?” Well. Cindy rubbed her back, clearly nervous, while Luke looked back at her.
“What did you do?”
“We ended up declaring you dead. But to be fair, we thought you did die in there. It was Hell, after all.”
Luke’s eyes twitched at that response, clearly annoyed as he rested his face in his hands. “Great, just great. So, I’m considered dead. What will I have to stay in the house for the rest of my undeath?”
“No, it’s not going to be that way; we know people can’t just remain in a single location forever. You’re not a prisoner; we must do something when possible.” Cindy looked back at Bellatrix for a second.
“So, Bellatrix here is going to help fix this situation. We’ll be moving house to a new location.”
“We can just do that?”
“Yes, though it takes a bit of power, and since the house has been weakened, we weren’t sure if it would work, but now that you’re here, and with Bellatrix’s help, We might be able to move a few locations. We’ll just have to be careful were we go. There’s only a few locations we can actually go.” Cindy said as she patted his shoulders.
“I guess it’s fine, though; it sucks… I mean, what’s left if everyone thinks I’m dead… Yet maybe it’s for the best.” He sighed while trying to think about what he would do looking back. He had loved the town even if the city, at this point, hated him. Luke is nothing more than a monster to those people.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I could do a couple of things before we finish?”
“Sure thing, we’ll start it when you’re in full health,” Cindy said as she rubbed his shoulders.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Luke said He wasn’t smiling. He just sat there.
“We’re here for you whenever you need us to be here,” Cindy said. Bellatrix nodded as she looked back at him.
“I’ll let you know.” Soon, the two left him, and Luke felt almost alone for once.
-000-
It had been three days since Luke had woken up, and with that, Luke had gotten something to eat and drink. Though it had been a long day stuck in bed, an order from Cindy. So he had pretty much stayed in there, playing a bit of strip poker with Ayame, and Daisy, till that eventually had taken his toll. It went on to the point that Luke finally pulled himself out of bed and let out a long groan. His legs felt stiff, yet with each step, he felt better.
“Finally, I feel like a million bucks,” Luke said before realizing what would happen soon and sighing in annoyance. The moment he had a chance, Luke asked Ayame to make a unique charm for him as he looked over towards the bedside seeing the small gold ring with a ruby in the center.
“I guess I can give this place one last goodbye and see Uncle Frank one last time.” Knowing it would be the last time he would see him again, he sighed and figured it would be short. Luke put on the ring, feeling a tingle run down his body as he looked into the mirror. His appearance changed to a heavy face, his hair turning bright red and covered in freckles; he imagined people would call him Red or Irish.
“I better go and make my peace.” Luke sighed as he stepped out and headed off toward town.
-000-
Driving into town, it seemed like nothing had changed. The flakes of snow that fell down didn’t bring Luke much comfort as he limped down the road; the pain felt agonizing with each step. The girls had decided to return his Charger to his uncle sometime after he had gone to Hell. So, he didn’t have much to drive.
It might have been good because it would look odd if someone were driving his car. Yet simultaneously, he was keen on seeing his uncle one last time.
He saw the small town; some shops he knew were closed. Kids ran around playing and having fun. Yet a part of him was curious as he continued. Luke wondered if anyone would ever really remember him or if he would be just another old secret that this town would lay buried under its soil, never talking about. That is, if the town lasted long.
Frank’s garage had an open sign, Though business was slow as Luke walked inside. No one paid attention. He saw the Charger off to the side; the way it rested there, looking untouched, caused Luke’s heart to ache, he wanted to take the poor girl, but he didn’t have the keys now as he saw Frank sitting in his chair. His eyes looked red like he’d been drinking as he looked over at Luke,
“What do you want, Red?”
“Oh, I just saw the Charger out there and wondered who it belonged to?”
“Well, it’s mine and not for sale,” Frank grunted while watching the red-headed man.
“No, not that, just admiring it, that’s all.” Luke smiled lightly, though somewhat glad he wouldn’t sell the car.
“Yeah, it was my nephew, and he’s gone. I don’t want to talk about it.” Frank was more to the point, not wanting to discuss the situation.
“Well, it’s a very nice car. Did you rebuild it?” Luke wondered, just trying to strike up a conversation.
“The kid and I worked on it. Fuck I’m going to miss him.” Frank muttered as he grabbed another drink. He downed that bottle more than anything.
“I bet he was a fine guy.”
“He was a pain in the ass, but he was my pain in the ass, and I will miss him. His life was getting better after a shit storm… Now I’ll never see him again.” There was a second when he turned around. Like he was doing everything, he could not cry in front of another man.
“I think I should get going; sorry I brought up some painful memories.”
“Yeah, it might be a good idea… I think I’ll close up and head home to my wife.” He muttered while turning around, his head down as Luke walked out. His heart broke he decided it was for the best he had left. He wished there was more he could do.
“Please have a good day, and sorry for your loss.”
“Appreciate it,” Frank said while just heading into the back. Luke went out the front, and for a moment, he wanted to look back and tell his uncle who he was, but… He realized it was too late.
He walked out of the Garage. As he looked back at the Charger, a part of Luke wanted to cry as he touched the hood. He remembered all the good times he had. The way she drove and how fast she was. In many ways, she was his first love. A car that wouldn’t let you down. Now they would be separating at this point, as he said.
“Take good care of him, girl. Please, this is all I ask for, don’t let him down.” It was his last request, as he almost imagined the engine purring in confirmation. Luke sighed as he walked away. His hands in his pocket as he looked over around, Luke headed down the road,
“Goodbye; you might not have liked me, but I’m gonna miss you; in a way, you’ll always be my home.” He walked away, never looking back.
-000-
The following day Luke stood in the foyer of the Bordello, the signs of chalk running around forming strange and mysterious symbols. The way they created around It was fascinating—things he couldn’t recognize.
“So, you guys said this will transport the house?”
“It should; Trixie has done it a few dozen times,” Cindy said while finishing the circle.
“Yes, this isn’t the first time; one time, we had to move to Germany and quickly get out after the events of World War II; we weren’t having any of it.”
“Well, that’s something I didn’t need to know, but alright,” Luke said as he looked around. So where are we going?”
“That’s what we’ll be checking out a few locations, the house will appear, and you can decide which one we’re going to?.”
“I guess we can give that a try.” Luke wondered some while Bellatrix nodded,
“We better get this going. The faster this is finished, the quicker I can go home.” The Vampire Queen said, looking more tired.
“Oh, you’ll be leaving soon?” Luke said, more curious.
“Yes, after we finish the final part of the deal, I shall go back to my Manor; my girls shall be waiting for me so that I can train them in the ways of the Vampire.”
“Well, I hate to see you go, but yeah, we should make this quick,” Luke said while turning around. The room glowed as Bellatrix began reciting the spell. The blue light grew rider as it continued to build; without warning, there was a flash of light.
When the light dimmed, Luke rubbed his eyes as he groaned; Cindy stumbled for a second; “Just great, well go out there, check it out, and tell us if you like it.”
“You’re just using me as a meat shield?” Luke said while the girl shook her head. He looked at them suspiciously though he shrugged it off, opening the door.
The Sun was out even if it didn’t melt the snow. He looked outside, seeing what looked like a nice neighborhood. There weren’t many houses, except one across the road. He looked over and saw it was quite the manor.
“Hmm, this place isn’t that bad.” Then without warning, he heard a loud, powerful scream like someone being murdered as he watched trees flying into the air while another voice somehow called out,
“Not Again! Someone grabs Tinker! Jennifer is on the loose again!”
“Nope.” Luke quickly closed the door and looked over at the girls.
“I think we should go somewhere else.” Luke looked outside, wondering what the heck was going on out there. He shook his head, imagining it wouldn’t be a good idea.
“What was wrong with that place?” Cindy asked though Luke said,
“No idea, but I feel we’d deal with trees thrown at the house, so we might want to move.” It was then the ground shook, and Cindy nodded,
“Alright, let’s try somewhere else.” Luke returned to the center as the Bellatrix started speaking the strange language.
The light flashed in Luks’s face before he turned back towards the window. The house looked like it was in the middle of nowhere on a tundra as he closed it.
“Nope, frozen; I don’t think we would survive.”
“Ok, well, suggest somewhere.”
“Well, most likely not Florida. That place would try and run us out of town. Alabama might shoot one of you girls… So, most likely somewhere in North America.”
“All right, nowhere cold, set in America. Think we could settle for that, Bellatrix.”
“I would have suggested Texas close to the border of Mexico; I could imagine some fine young boys needing help. Besides, everything is bigger in Texas.” Bellatrix said. The way she smiled added to it.
“Well, let’s just hope it’s warm wherever we go.” It was then that Bellatrix began turning on the charm swaying her hips, her breasts jiggling as she started firing off the magic, and without warning, the light hit, a powerful blazing blue light hit.
Luke looked outside; the sun shined while they stood in the vacant lot. The ground looked dry, like that of a desert. It would be time before the grass entirely grew back. He turned, looking over and seeing a few trees how they twisted and without their leaves reminded Luke of hands pulling themselves out of the ground and giving the Bordello a more haunting look.
“So, where are we guys?” Luke said, feeling the hot sun hit him from the window as he looked back at Cindy.
Cindy reached down to check her phone and got comfortable for a second; she quickly updated it by simply reading over it.
“It looks like we’re in Texas.”
Luke stood there for a second as he rolled his shoulders,
“I mean, not like anyone will know who I am here in Texas. Hopefully, we don’t get shot.” He looked around for a second, wondering what life would be like here, as he couldn’t help but think about what could happen here in good ol Texas. He chuckled, imagining one of the girls dressed as the Dallas Cheerleaders.
He thought of the warm weather, “You know what? Yeah, how about it? We’ll stay here. If it goes wrong, we can always move. Guys, we’re staying in Texas” Luke smiled.
“Fine, we’ll have to change your last name; you can’t risk someone fully finding out who you are when we get established. If you want to think of something while we begin setting up, having the bar and other parts of the house connected and transferred here.” Cindy ran her hand through her hair, clearly annoyed,
“This will take a lot of work, just trying to get the right paperwork for this state. But we’ll make do. We’ll make do.”
“I think I’ve got a name, at least for now,” Luke said while looking outside the window into the desert land, The Lone Star State. He imagined this as the beginning of his life, a new name and life. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent.
“I think I’ll take the last name… Ripley.” Luke looked back to the window for a second and decided, Yeah, Luke Ripley, now that was a name for a new man.
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