One Hundred and Twenty-Three…

One Hundred and Twenty-Three: Good vs. Evil

Wolf in picture above found here: http://hikari-no-devil.deviantart.com/art/Bloody-Evil-Wolf-131260015

Contains hard-core pornographic content.

Reminder: Lucifer is 16, Mila is 17, Tristan & Justin are now 18, Azura is 16, Cody is 20.

Justin (pretending he was Tristan) approached Adyson to begin their date.

She waited for him.

Justin was a little on the late side.

She looked annoyed.

“Hi Adyson.”

She smiled; her face lit up. Obviously she was glad to see him.

“Sorry I’m a few minutes late. I had to get something from the store for my mom.”

“It’s okay.”

“You grew a beard. I like it. Makes you look… distinguished or something.”

“Thanks. And you look beautiful.”

They entered the restaurant.

“What would you like?” he asked.

“Stir-fry sounds good. Thank you.”

“Yep.” Justin went up to the counter and ordered.

Not long afterward, Justin had eaten nearly all his spaghetti.

Adyson just started with her stir-fry.

“Wow,” she said. “You eat fast.”

“Yeah. I always wolf down my food. I was born this way.”

“Uh, yeah.”

Silence.

“The stars are so pretty tonight. I love it when there’s a full moon.”

“Me too,” she said taking a bite.

The two made small talk for a few more minutes.

“I’m curious about something. Why did you give me your number, and not my brother?”

“Your brother came on too strong. He sounded arrogant. First impressions are important, and I was under the impression that you had the better personality.”

“You thought I—my brother was arrogant?”

“A little bit. Sorry if I’ve offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, no! I’m sorry. You should be the one who’s offended. I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that, Adyson.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Really.”

Once she finished her meal, a waitress came out and fetched their plates.

“What would you like to do now?” she asked, then smiled.

“It’s up to you, darlin’. I’m easy.” He paused. “But wow… you sure are a beautiful, gorgeous creature. One of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen, Adyson.” Justin forced his eyes to stay firmly on hers; as opposed to lowering to her tits.

Don’t wanna fuck this up now, he thought.

“Feel good, baby?” Justin hammered her. Mercilessly.

“Oh God… yeah.”

Leaning over, he slammed her ass.

“Am I big enough for you?” Justin drilled farther, harder until she cried out.

“Yeah,” she panted. “So big it almost hurts.”

“Do you want me to hurt you? Do you like it when it hurts?” He moved so violently Adyson’s body quaked, the bed scooted across the floor.

Crazed, frenzied sex.

“I love it,” she cried, gasping. “Fuck me, Tristan. Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…”

“I am fucking you, baby. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want any other dick but mine.”

“Yeah… only my cock will satisfy you... I’ll make sure you never forget me.”

Justin yowled and howled like an animal.

“You feel so good, smell, taste so good… I wanna eat you alive. Eat you while fucking you.”

Adyson moaned, cried as if he hurt her. But her cunt tightened with orgasm, the inside stroking his dick as he moved in and out.

She practically screamed.

He kept moving, undeterred by her climax. Justin only went crazier, his cock attacking her vagina like some weapon.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh.…” His body lurched and trembled as all the tension released from his dick. Out shot the magic fluid.

Sweat poured down his face.

“Ah, fuck me. That was incredible.”

Two days elapsed.

Mila peered around the corner.

Please, nobody be around so I can go to the bathroom.

When she’d first moved in, Lucifer had shown her where the crapper was. It was very close to his bedroom. She hadn’t gotten caught using it yet. Hopefully she wouldn’t get caught now.

After veering around the corner, she made a run for it.

She frantically looked around for any sign of… a certain something. All she saw was T.P.

Just great.

Now I have to ask Lucifer for it. Shit!!

Moments later, Lucifer joined her in his bedroom.

“I need to ask you a favor.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“I—I’m on that time of the month. I need… something.”

“That time of the month? Are you alright? I don’t really know what you mean…”

“Do I have to spell it out for you? I need a tampon! Can you find one for me? Maybe Azura has some.”

“Oh, God. Right. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Yeah. I’ll go look around for some. If Azura doesn’t have any, I know Mom will.”

“Th—thanks.”

Holy embarrassment, Batman.

He wasn’t sure whether to look in the bathrooms first, or Azura’s bedroom.

He began the search in Azura’s room.

This makes me feel really creepy for some reason.

I mean, getting ready to look through my niece’s things to find… yeah.

Gross. Girls can be so disgusting, but yet so hot at the same time. WTH?

He pulled out the top drawer. Any tampons in there?

Ugh. I soooo don’t want to do this.

“Uncle Lucifer? What are you doing in my dresser?” Azura questioned.

Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

“Uh, hi Azura.”

“So are you going to answer me? I’m not in the mood for games.”

“I hate to say this, but I need a… feminine product for a girl I know. Do you have anything? And can I borrow some?”

“You need tampons or something for a girl you know? Who? And why can’t she get it herself?” Azura’s face crumpled in confusion.

“You can’t tell anyone, Azura. But I’ve been letting Mila stay with me. She doesn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Shit, Lucifer. Take anything you need. I don’t give a rat’s ass. You could let the entire Dallas Cowboys football team live with you, and I wouldn’t give a shit. Nor would I tell anyone.”

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She headed for the dresser.

Azura found a brand new box of tampons. She handed it to Lucifer.

“Have fun,” she said. Lucifer made a face.

That night, he and Mila held each other in his bed.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore. It’s not a good idea,” she said. “I’ll miss sleeping with you. It gets lonely in the bunk bed. But holding each other like this—is asking for trouble.”

As much as it hurt, Lucifer knew she was right. He also didn’t need the temptation.

“This will be our last night together, okay?”

“Yeah.” She sniffled.

And somewhere far off in Lucifer’s memory, broken images flickered. It had something to do with the dope they smoked the other day. They did something romantic, it seemed, but he could not remember exactly what it was.

Was it a kiss?

What he wouldn’t give to remember kissing the love of his life.

Cody Haas paid a visit to Brent Novak. The sonofabitch.

Funnily enough, the tough-ass POS seemed to be depressed about something.

Oh well. Too bad, so very sad.

“Where’s Esha? She has my skull. I want it back.”

“Esha doesn’t have your goddamn magic skull, moron. You’re looking for the wrong person.”

“You’re a liar. Esha keeps getting inside my head threatening me. She said within a few months Shadowvale will be swallowed whole by shape-shifters. Everyone will be turned to monsters. Tell me how Esha has that ability, if she doesn’t posses that skull? Explain that.”