~~Eric~~ Four more people who looked perfectly innocent, four more people putting his nerves on edge. Two men, two women. One white guy, and the other guy looked Hispanic. One black girl, and the other looked Hispanic as well. Mostly average heights for their gender, but they all looked quite fit. Well dressed, with relaxed suits and revealing shirts for th...
~~Antoinette~~ She combed her hair over chest, and sighed. She was still dressed in the suit she wore, though she had dismissed the jacket, more comfortable in the white shirt and gray skirt. Sitting with one leg resting upon the other at the knee, she leaned back upon the couch in one of the many lounge rooms of her Elysium tower, and looked up at the ceil...
~~Eric~~ All things considered, that didn't go so badly. Into the belly of the beast, and then right back out. He half expected the Xnomina building to bite him during his escape, but it didn't. He groaned as he rotated a shoulder, and rubbed his trapezoid with his other hand. Course, that only redirected the pain back to the source, where Jeremiah had sta...
There was something wrong with Roland's dream. The fact that he was even aware that he was dreaming should have been proof enough, though that was merely the delirious prelude to the true terror to come. His head turned like he was underwater, his vision sweeping across the hazy landscape that surrounded him like a fog of indistinct colors. He was... in...
~~Antoinette~~ Oh no. She sat upon the highest floor of her tower, a tower she had built upon what she designated would be Elysium territory, where Kindred-on-Kindred violence was prohibited, where feeding was prohibited, and where discussion was encouraged. To place her tower within its embrace was a choice she had made, a political stance signifying her...
~~Jack~~ He looked at his phone, and sighed. "Avery says meet her at Eric's place." "Eric? Perhaps she is making progress in recruiting the man." Antoinette looked up over her shoulder at him, combing her wet hair with her fingers over her chest and down between her breasts. "Heh, maybe. She's just as rude as Jessy, and he seems to like Jessy." Shrugging,...
~~Jack~~ He pressed the button for the elevator to his apartment, and waited. Man, what a shit show. Walking alone with Jacob had been startling, but if his time with Antoinette had taught him anything, it was elders were like onions. You had to peel them to get to the layers. And they had a lot of layers. It wasn't the first time Jacob had taken interest...
~~Jack~~ Thank god. Thank. Fucking. God. He breathed in the smell of her, and chuckled between his sobs. She was undead, like him, but he could still smell a bit of her, the old her, the living her, the person he grew up with, the person who raised him. Memories crashed into him, him sitting on the couch with her watching movies, waiting at the table while...
There’s a gentle rain downtown. In the faint glow of the artificial light of gigantic billboards above the streets we reimagine the ladies of the Lodge of Sorceresses as beautiful futanari operatives in Night City. Some operatives have have gotten many enhancements to make their bodies take any cock or punishment while other perfer to give it. Their increase...
~~Beatrice~~ The two vampires jumped up and spun around, looking around in the dark. That voice. She recognized that voice. What the fuck, why was it here? Both of them pulled out their phones and started shining them around, but the catacomb was empty. "You... you can't be here," she said. "No one's... no one's been sacrificed." Jen stepped in closer to h...