Supernatural Earth Pt. 05

Emily gave him a wicked grin as she tore the tattered remains of his cargo pants off and threw them aside. Then in one smooth move she was out of her elegant dress, standing before him in nothing more than a garter belt and hose and looking more radiantly beautiful than he'd remembered as her claws disappeared. His cock stood on end and saluted her nakedness. She crawled, slowly, up onto the bed and kissed its tip. Then she sank her mouth all the way down his shaft until her lips were firmly locked around its base. She sucked hard as her head came back up causing Carlos to groan deeply and arch his back as the wave of pleasure shot out from his crotch.

Doing that move a couple more times, Emily got his cock nice and wet before mounting him and sliding down the length of his hardness. While she rode him, Carlos couldn't help but wonder. "Bite me," he breathed. "Do what it is that you do, Emelina, whatever it is that you... uh... Vampires... do."

Needing no further prodding, Emily ground her hips down into his, arched her back, and bared her fangs. This being the first time he'd ever seen such a thing, it frightened and intrigued him all at once. He braced himself for the attack... for want of a better term... as she suddenly came down aiming for his neck. The moment her lips made contact with his jugular and he felt her teeth sink into his flesh, his body responded by exploding into yet another magnificent orgasm that he'd become accustomed to with her. His cock now moved within her at such a speed that he swore was usually reserved for high speed vibrators and his seed blew up into her womb as such a staccato that it felt like he was either riding a jackhammer or being sucked off by a high-speed vacuum cleaner.

Since she was getting her nourishment from him, Emily's body responded in kind, joining his in the throes of passion. Her pussy squeezed his cock in time with its throbbing, seemingly milking it for as much of his sperm as his body would let out. She bucked against him for as long as their shared climax lasted. When she was finally done both coming and sucking, she ran her tongue along his carotid artery, sending one more final wave of pleasure shuddering through his body as it was spent.

"Ah Dios Mio!" Carlos breathed. "Are all you Vampires like this?"

"Hmph" Emily had a sly smile on her face as she rested her head on his shoulder. She stayed in place, straddling him with his cock still inside her. "I'm told, it gets better once you know that you're sleeping with a Vampire or Vampiress. Our own scientists theorize that it's an evolutionary trait that we give intense pleasure to humans since we are, essentially, taking life force away from them. Otherwise humans would actively avoid us and we'd die out from starvation."

"I... uh... am not going to become a Vampire now that I'm bitten, am I?" Carlos asked, self-consciously rubbing his hand on his neck where she had biten him and finding no puncture holes.

"Of course not, silly," Emily gave him a wry look. "We're Vampires, not Zombies. We can't spread our condition through biting our companions and prey. Again, if we did, there'd be no food supply for us after a generation or two."

"Zombies actually exist?" Carlos asked incredulously.

"I can answer that tomorrow night." Emily yawned. "Dawn approaches and the death sleep is going to be on me. I've been staying here waiting for you for three days now, so I've already taken care of your window problem." She said sleepily as a casual hand flick indicated the windows to his bedroom that were not only closed all the way with shades and curtains, but blacked out with multiple layers of blankets that were tacked, nailed and stapled down over them. "We'll need a better solution if I'm going to be here more often."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Carlos said noticing the changes she'd made to his room. By his figuring, she'd ensured that no outside light would get in here while she slept. "So what are we going to do tomorrow?"

"I got to take you to the Princess," Emily yawned again. "She'll know what to do with our situation." With that, she slid off to one side and promptly fell still in his arms.

In the back of his mind as he fell asleep alongside of Emily, he couldn't help but be troubled by the sight of that Prison Creature and couldn't help but wonder what the people inside were going through.

He felt like a heel for leaving them behind, but at the same time he felt that he could do something to go back for them. Hopefully Emily and her Vampire friends could help.

*

It was pandemonium for Kaitlyn and Fiona as more women were added to the Prison Creature. So many voices inside of their heads at once was confusing. It was especially difficult as each one that was added came in panicked. At least I had quiet to figure things out at first... Kaitlyn thought.

I know, right? Fiona's voice said sarcastically inside of her head. Are you birthing anymore of those things?

No, you?

No, right now I just have that last command of capture going through my head. Fiona confirmed. I-I'm still feeling pregnant and... hold on... AHHHHH...

Kaitlyn could feel Fiona's sudden orgasm as the biomass shifted to move Fiona from one alcove to another with everything still filling up every orifice of hers while still be latched onto her tits. The chatter from the other girls inside was beginning to wear on her as they too felt Fiona's orgasm and got their own arousal increased as a result.

Okay... People... Calm down... Come... come on already... She'd had enough. EVERYBODY! SHUT UP! Kaitlyn screamed in her mind.

Silence.

Wow... that worked. Uhm... okay, I think that I should explain what's going on then.

How about we just start with where we are and what the hell this... thing... is? An older woman's voice with an air of authority rang out. And what the hell were those things that busted into my house and grabbed me?

And where is Christina at? A younger voice, possible a teenager no more than nineteen asked in a frightened voice. I saw her get taken before Sheriff Zander went after her!

More voices started asking questions and Kaitlyn strove to exert control over them in order to calm them down. Easy! Easy! I'll answer what I can. My name is Kaitlyn and I lived at the old forestry station down by Crystal Lake just south of Newhaven. I don't know what this thing is that has us trapped.

Holy shit! Kait! You're alive! A woman's exuberant voice called out that she recognized.

Anna? Is that you?

Yeah! I was up visiting the Ancient Lurker when the Hunters hit the town. I'd heard about the attack on your place and we all thought that you were dead! Anna was a curvy girl with an hourglass figure, black hair and nice big tits that came in the E-cup size range. The Hunters were going to love her here if milking was really in their future as Fiona had told Kaitlyn earlier. I was the last one thrown in here.

I'm fine... relatively speaking anyway... we can catch up later. Who else is in here with us? Let's uhm... go down the line here all the way to Anna. I'm down here at the end... beginning... wherever the hell I'm at here.

I'm... Fiona... Fiona added, her body was still shuddering from the orgasm and her mind was all over the place while she recovered. I... uh... used to work here...

I'm Becky... I work with Christina at the saloon... the teenager said. How could this be happening to me? I just graduated for Christ's sake! I have my whole life ahead of me! Why-

Easy there, Becky, we'll get through this. Kaitlyn tried to reassure her. Who's next down the line?

I guess that's me. The older woman said. Mayor Mary Wollton of Newhaven.

They continued down the line, making introductions and doing a brief 'get to know your fellow prisoner' session. Kaitlyn couldn't help but find the perverse humor in the situation as it pretty much boiled down to a 'Hi, my name is whoever, and I'm a prisoner inside of this creature that is fucking me senseless.'

DEFEND! The Prison Creature's collective voice suddenly pierced in through their impromptu Tentacle Fuckers Anonymous session. Anna and a couple of the other girls at the end of the line screamed in pain, a scream that then resonated out and through each and every one of them as they felt something slash at the pink, fleshy mass of the Prison Creature. HEAL! PROTECT!

Kaitlyn felt her body being enveloped into the creature even further as more commands were issued. ATTACK! CAPTURE! The Prison Creature was then saying. In her mind's eye, and the mind's eye of all of the other girls, Kaitlyn noted, they could see the tentacles shooting out to capture some girl that was dancing around in front of them wearing nothing more than a latex catsuit. But Kaitlyn didn't want to have another poor girl captured and tried to stop her body from giving this creature energy. But blinding pain then erupted behind her eyes as the creature forced her to do it's bidding. She had no choice, at the moment, but to allow her mind to relax so that the creature could control her section of tentacles in its attempt to capture the new arrival.

The latex girl brought her arms up, slashing with swords that seemed to protrude from her arms, lopping off more tentacles. Kaitlyn screamed in pain and agony as if her own arms had been cut off. RETRACT! DEFEND! PROTECT! The Prison Creature then instructed, drawing in extremities in order to keep itself from harm. It turned out to be a moot point as the latex girl looked at something off to one side, and then ran towards it to leave them all alone.

What was that? Mayor Mary asked, her mental voice tinged with pain. What just happened?

Got me, that's a new one... Kaitlyn admitted, equally breathless from the sudden pain amid the non-stop forced pleasure.

*

Hand in hand, Emily and Carlos walked into the main hall of the top floor of Vanderheim Towers. Carlos couldn't help but feel like everyone around him wanted to either cut him down where he stood or introduce him to new and more unusual forms of torture. Probably both. He expressed this concern to Emily. "It's because you're a Hunter... and not one of ours."

"You have Hunters too?"

"Yeah; our Hunters are single humans under a single Prince or Princess to act as their enforcers. Vampire factions have their own police force in the form of a Sheriff, but that person is elected by popular vote. The Princes and Princesses appoint their own Hunter to keep that kind of power in check. The current Prince, James Parker used to be our Hunter until our Princess, Ashley converted him over.

"So he's a Vampire now?"

"Not... exactly." Emily winced. "No one is quite sure what he is. All we know is that he has some Vampire powers and somehow some Angelic powers. He's sorta like a Nephilim, but not really since he wasn't born of an Angel-Human relationship. Princess Ashley tried to turn him while on holy ground and something weird happened in the process." She gave Carlos a pained look. "Sorry, but that's the best explanation I can give you right now."

As they got to the end of the hall and stood in front of the twin thrones up ahead, Carlos got his first look at Senor Angel and La Princesa. He was about to say something when the man held up his hand for silence and just pointed off to the side. Carlos started to walk that way with Emily when James Parker spoke. "Just you," he said, pointing right at Carlos.

Giving one last look at Emily, Carlos walked in the direction indicated with James close behind him. James eventually took the lead, leading Carlos through the various hallways, going down two levels of stairs, to a more utilitarian area. He stopped at a door and indicated that Carlos should precede him in.

As it turned out, the room in question was an interrogation room. "So you're supposed to be some kind of angel or something?" Carlos asked when James closed the door behind him.

"More of the 'or something' category," James said, taking a seat across the table from Carlos. He folded his hands on the surface as he stared intently at him. It was a stare so hard that it seemed to create a buzzing sensation inside of his head.

Carlos squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. It was like James was staring into his very soul. "So... is this going to be good cop and bad cop time? Uh, so who talks first here? You? Me?" When James continued to stare at him, Carlos cleared his throat and tried to muster up a brave front. He gave an uncomfortable laugh. "Do I get to meet the Almighty now? Or maybe give you confession?"

"Why? Do you have a need to confess?" James asked with a slight cock of his head to one side.

"I have a lot of things to confess to." He went silent as he looked down at his lap and then back up at James. "I've done things that I am not proud of and I want to make sure my soul goes to heaven should you decide to kill me."

"Haven't we all done something that we do not like in our past?" James asked rhetorically. "Besides, why should you care where your soul goes to? Isn't that the mantra of you Hunters; you all believe that you're doing holy work and all of the 'evil creatures' will burn in hell along with those that serve them?"

Carlos rocked back in his chair, aghast. "That's not true!"

James pulled out a pamphlet from the inside pocket of his trench coat and casually tossed it onto the table. "We got that off of your inside man at the place you all killed a Lurker two days ago. It reads like a militant religious group manifesto. So by the definition of your organization, myself, my wife and your girlfriend are all going to rot in hell."

"I didn't write this!" Carlos protested. "I was just hired to do security work."

"I believe soldiers said the same thing at Nuremberg."

"I quit the Hunter Division of T.D.I. the moment I saw what my scum of a boss was up to! I even fired on him when he tried to throw me into that... that... that monster of his! You can't hang me in the same lot with the Nazis, pendejo!" Carlos was furious. "I don't believe that crap that they spew!" he picked the pamphlet up and tossed it back at James.

"What do you believe, Mr. Vasquez?" James asked, unfazed at the outburst.

"I'm a Catholic. That should sum it up."

"So 'thou shalt not kill' never crossed your mind when you killed that Lurker?"

Carlos shrugged. "I don't even know what that thing was."

"That 'thing' as you call it is part of a race that is one of the oldest sentient beings in the known universe and it is certainly the oldest race on this planet." James said casually. While we were all basic primates when the dinosaurs bit the proverbial dust, the Lurkers were at large, in charge and getting ready to colonize this planet while it was in its infancy."

"No way," Carlos shook his head. "God created the heavens and the earth. You of all people should know that Senor Angel," he smirked. "Remember; the whole story of Genesis and all? There's no way these things are THAT old on our planet were created by our Lord and Savior. If what you say is true then they witnessed our whole so-called 'evolution' the whole time."

James matched his smirk and chuckled, which made Carlos feel uneasy. "You're talking like a Creationist where you think that everything was created in seven, twenty-four hour cycles. Here's a question for you; whoever said that evolution and creationism had to be mutually exclusive?" he smiled broadly at Carlos's dumbfounded look. "Let me make it easy for you in terms you'll understand: Humans... basic humans and not Adam and Eve since they didn't show up until much later... were created on day six, right? Lurkers were here on day five."

"You lie." Carlos spat.

"Out of everyone here, who as actually met the Lord and Lady who created everything?" James asked rhetorically while raising his hand as he stared Carlos down. "Anyone? Show of hands? Just me? Alright then." He put his hand down and folded them on the table again. "So let's assume that I have the story straight from the source, ok?"

The buzzing in Carlos's head seemed to increase in intensity making him irritable. "What is it that you want from me?!" he shouted.

"I'm already getting it... directly from your mind." James said, eyes narrowing in concentration.

Carlos got it then. That buzzing, that was James invading his innermost thoughts and secrets. Every thought that ran through his head. Every feeling that he'd ever had. Every single sensation that he'd ever felt before were all laid bare in front of James. He clasped his hands on either side of his head trying to will the buzzing to stop. It was starting to hurt and he screamed in pain.

But right when he thought that his head would explode. It stopped. Carlos looked up and gave James a questioning look. "You want a new job?" James asked.

Blinking, Carlos was confused. "Just like that?"

"Just like that." James said. "I just replayed events in your world from your perspective for the last few years going from when you first got job offers to when you met Emily to when you joined and subsequently quit, Raymond Tillis's employ. What happened at Newhaven hasn't sat right with you even if you were playing sheepherder to those Seekers of Tillis'", he explained. "So there's no need for a lengthy Q and A session accompanied with waterboarding."

"What about Emily?"

James closed his eyes and cocked his head as if listening for something distant. "She's being put through the same treatment by my wife right now." He opened his eyes and fixed Carlos with a hard look. "Unlike Tillis, I'm going to tell you exactly what your job description is going to be; it is going to be the total, unconditional devotion to the Vampiric Race. It is going to be your willingness to protect Vampires and the willingness to lay down your life for them, should it come to that. I will not tolerate a double agent of any kind in my ranks. You will either agree to these terms on the understanding that if you do anything... ANY thing... to bring harm down upon these people, I will personally see to it, that you suffer long and hard in whatever painful corner of hell that I can arrange for you to be stuffed into. Get it?"

"Got it," Carlos swallowed hard, not wanting to find out what all that entailed.

"Good." James then smiled brightly as his demeanor suddenly turned cheerful. "So, when can you move in and start work?"

***

CHAPTER 6:

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
-The Minions, "Despicable Me"

Carlos woke up the next evening the same time Emily snapped out of her death sleep. It was still a bit creepy to him, the way she suddenly jarred awake and sucked air into her lungs as if she'd been in the process of holding her breath underwater. But when he stopped to consider all that he'd seen and learned recently, he wasn't one to be judging. Once she recovered, she smiled sweetly at him and kissed him lovingly.

"I guess, I should be glad you don't wake up with coffin breath I suppose," he quipped. That earned him a sour look and a firm, but playful slug on the shoulder.

They made quick, passionate love before showering and dressing. Then it was out to the main hall where court had already started for the evening. "Do you all do this every night?" Carlos asked in a hushed voice as they watched the petitioners all file up to present cases to the Prince and Princess, to seek their advice or attend to other matters that required the attention of the ruling duo.