"Erin?" Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "That's exactly what I was trying to find out from that asshole." She looks to Hipper, who's pinned down by Rebecca's animal form. As she speaks, Hipper opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out but a terrified squeak.
Priscilla nods. "Of course. If you wish to have some more, feel free to come up when you're off duty."
The first thing Erika did after returning was to take a shower. Stripping off her gore covered gear, she let the hot water rush over her body. Perhaps because of the aphrodisiac combined with the remaining adrenaline flowing through her, it felt like every droplet splashing against her skin caused a tingle of pleasure to radiate through her. At first her hands moved only to clear away the grime but, once that was done, they remained to run up and down her torso. She started by tracing the shape of her abs, something she had always at least been a little proud of, running her forefingers over each individual muscle as her right hand slid upwards and the left one began to go downwards. She let her right hand's fingers slowly stroke over each breast before cupping the right most one with her palm. She may not have been the titty monster some of her new crew was but she knew she had a nice handful at the very least and she shuddered slightly as she felt her still stiff nipple brush against her palm. Her left hand stroked the inside of her matching thigh, not yet touching the secondary source of moisture that was in the shower. Her pussy lips felt like they were quivering with need and she could not help being a tease even to herself as her left hand moved slightly higher to brush the stubble of shaved, black pubic hair that rested above it. Eventually, she could not resist any longer and let her forefinger trace the shape of her womanhood, drawing a groan from her. Deciding to waste no more time, she quickly shifted her hands at both areas, harshly pinching and pulling at her nipple as she buried her fore and middle fingers up to the second knuckle in her all but dripping wet cunt. Once again, it seemed the little present the imp had given her enhanced the experience as it almost felt like that alone had her on the edge of orgasm. Yet still she went to work, her hips jerking with each motion of her fingers against her inner walls as stroked and thrust with them. She bit her lower lip in time with each twist and tug of her tit, and the twin stimulation did not take her long to reach her release. She removed her hand from her breast, using it to brace herself against the shower wall as her body shook from the powerful waves of pleasure that ran through her from her aching pussy. However, once the initial rush of release faded, she was frustrated to learn that the need still buzzed in her head. She knew, logically, that was to be expected from what she had learned about demon aphrodisiac but it was still irritating to know that her hands alone did not look like they were going to do the job. After washing off her hands and the space between her legs (which gave her another quick thrill) she got out of the shower. Throwing on a very basic pair of black bra and panties, as well as a plain white bathrobe, she stepped out into the hall, deciding to see if she ran into anything... interesting while heading towards her own debriefing.
@Mazoku @unisol_gr44 He looks up at Alicia. "M-Maybe dead... Maybe at the art gallery, maybe somewhere else. I sent men after her, to get the book, but she took some of them out. I sent some more. T-That's what I was talking about on the phone."
“Thank you for the offer, Priscilla, I might take you up on it later.” Seres gave her boss a smile before turning serious again. “Well then, if there's nothing else I will leave you to your work, director.” She prepared to leave and head back to her own room for some well-deserved rest.
"I see." Alicia's eyes closed for a second, smile widening. But then she lent closer to him. She never did really have an idea of the exact distance she needed or if it even made the effect stronger. "Are you sure, you're telling me everything though? You must have some idea of what she wants and where she's going to get it."
"She wants to bring back her sister, but she needs some amulet to do it. That's why she was going to the art gallery. Don't know if she's still there, though." @unisol_gr44 @Mazoku The three of them hear the sound of sirens coming towards them. Chelsea grunts at Alicia. "Now you've done it, idiot."
'Yes, Erin. We're looking for her too,' James told Chelsea, 'You going to play nice and not beat anybody up? Uh... really sorry for the bike, it's nice seeing you again, by the way.' @Auraicide 'Just grab him and get in the car,' James cursed, 'We gotta get out of here before the police show up.'
"Oh?" Surprised at her sudden visitor. She answered the door before she managed to do anything. "Yes, who is it?"
Hmm? Who might this be? Seres wondered as she made her way to open the door. If it was for work she would have gotten a call instead, so this was likely something else...
Her ears perking up at the noise, Erika drifts towards the room in question, her curiosity now aroused as well.
Alicia just gave a laugh as if she was telling a joke. "Oh, no. Looks like your in trouble~" The sing song voice that meant she wasn't really bothered by losing Chelesa. "Is taking her along necessary though? She knows even less than we do and isn't the only thing she managed to do is almost kill our only lead before we have anything to go off?" Alicia was generally all for saving people, but she had very little reasons to be invested into liking this woman or considering her at least important enough to take along. "Get the pervert loaded in and let's go."
Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "I wish I could say the same, James. See you at the gallery." She gets into Hipper's muscle car, the key still in the ignition, and backs out of the parking lot, speeding away and leaving the rest of them in the dust. James hears the sirens blaring, and judges that they're going after her, so he probabl has a little more time. The four wheel drive pulls up alongside the group, helpfully.
A heavily muscled man is at the door. He looks Melissa up and down. "Apologies for bothering you so late. I'm Agent Sully, Bureau Intelligence. May I come in?"
'Oh, great, now it's a race with her,' James sighed, he dragged and shoved Hipper into the backseat. @Mazoku He petted the leopard's head, 'You got him good, Beccy, great work. You want to sit in the back with him and growl at him a bit more?'
"Well, I guess I should undo some of this damage." Alicia being the adept at holy magic she was, took a look over Hipper and his wounds, letting the palm of her hand rest on the bruises from where he was struck. It stung for a moment, but then the strangeness of a cool warmth came over the battered areas, reducing the swelling with an almost certain tenderness. It eased off a lot of the pain, but Alicia soon took her hand off, not seeming interested in actually healing everything. On some level, it was clear he was still far from her favorite person and her face actually seemed puzzled of what she should be doing. He was a pervert and actively involved in demonology. What was the thing she should be doing here? Looking to the front for her companions to weigh in, she had her arm halfway ready to finish healing him, but not looking like she particularly wanted to either. "Should you always treat those who need help even when they're pawns of the devil?"
Opening the door, she sees one of the maids, carrying a tray. "Hello, ma'am. Madame Director asked me to give you this." She takes a bottle of scotch whiskey and hands it to Seres. "If you ever need anything else, feel free to ask me or one of the other staff members here." She gives a pleasant smile.
"Good evening agent, uhm. Sure, please, come in." Melissa was at a loss on why an agent would visit her, but she moves away and opens her door to let him pass. "So, what can I do for you, agent?" She asked with a smile as she closes her door.
