Sato follows her into the sewers, where she sees a river of sewage between two walkways. Sato adds his flashlight beam to that of her spells. Walking along, she sees a small blood trail leading around the corner, into another tunnel.
Erika wastes little time in bouncing herself up and down Francis' manhood, her slit having been more than wet enough ages ago. She moans into Tina's mouth as she reaches out to grope her breasts, using it both to keep herself balanced and to continue pleasuring the other woman as well.
The blood trail was obviously the one to focus on, readying herself by blessing the bullets in her gun with holy energy and making Sato was close by to her as she took point in the investigation.
"Mmmh!" Melissa moved her left hand to muffle herself as the young man groped her bare tits. "Nnh. I-I was just..." She still couldn't come up with an excuse, especially not while a stranger played with her large breasts. Melissa's nipples were already erect by the time he pulled down her bra, and as he rubbed his erection on her soft, nylon-clad ass. The sexy milf shuddered, D-damn it, Sully. Just... just give me a sign if you're in trouble! She screamed inside her head, as she felt as orgasm quickly build up.
James knew the man wasn't innocent in the operation, but he didn't like to kill, especially defenceless people. He left the main sleeping at the backdoor and walked towards the door further into the sleazy place. @Mazoku James sent Rebecca a message, 'Backdoor is clear. I'm in.'
Francis thrusts upwards, meeting her thrusts, as Tina moans, her buxom chest providing a comfortable grip.
Heading through the sewer, she sees the blood trail increase, until she finds a severed hand in front of a maintenance door.
This was clearly the killing site, and she got alert outside of the door, moving to one side as she motioned for Sato to take other, cautiously sliding it open, so in the event of any sudden jumps, she wouldn't be taken out. The mutilation made her remember something though. Demons really did just deserve to die. Adjusting her gun for a brief second, she got ready to move in where her partner was.
Looks like I made her recall bad memories. Seres decided not to ask more about Celine's sister. “I'm sorry, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. Let's give the wine a try.” She tried changing the topic.
Through the door, she hears the words "On the bed, good boy. My, you're a tasty little morsel." The man behind her bites her earlobe as he gropes her. "You were just what? Coming to confront your cheating hubby, only to find that the sound of him with his whore turns you on like nothing else? Imagine if he saw you now, frigging yourself to the sight of him breaking your vows. C'mon." The man, who Melissa now sees is the janitor from before, tugs at her shoulders, trying to pull Melissa into a supply room. As he pulls Melissa back, she hears Sully cry out.
Opening the room, she sees an old abandoned office, with another door behind it. Through that door, in an unlit room, she sees something in the darkness moving. Devouring something. The shape is big and broad shouldered, on all fours.
"He's to sweet for that. Although don't tell him, I said that. No, feels like stress and... going into heat, all rolled up in something akin to a second puberty. Not quite sure what it is." Rebecca checked her phone and the message James sent. "Backdoor is free." Her skin hardened, losing its color stretching for a few moments before catching up with her expanding frame, becoming almost baggy and lose around the joints of her limbs. Both the fingers and toes of her hands and feet seemed to merge into a pair of flat hooves as Rebecca went down on all four. Like her previous claws, the horn growing from her lengthening muzzle was hardened keratin. A second bump showed up behind the first, curving upwards into a smaller, but no less dangerous horn. Stomping her hooves on the ground, Rebecca prepared to charge. Her voice came out as rough, barely intelligible grunts. "Let's. Go." The ground shook.
"I'm not uncomfortable, I just prefer to focus on the present rather than the past." She smiles coyly, taking a drink. "And the future, specifically later tonight."
Alicia has to guess it's a werewolf like she suspected, but doesn't want to spook it just yet, trying to get just a bit closer so she can spread out and move around instead of getting caught between a straight path down if it attacked. Her pistol probably wouldn't do the job on it's own even with blessed rounds unless she could get close enough to do it to get one straight in the head. Getting low, she started to circle, motioning for Sato to do the same on the opposite end so it couldn't catch the two of them grouped together as they got a better position.
“That makes two of us,” Seres agreed with a smile as she drank some of her own wine. “Mm, that's very good, as can be expected from a classy place like this one.”She nodded in approval. “Any preferences what we should order for dinner?”
Melissa's eyes widened as she heard how the woman was speaking. That's almost like she's about to eat him! And Sully, I don't think he's the type to be a "good boy." She began to panic, but with man behind her doing as he pleased. "Aahn!" Melissa let out a loud moan, hoping to distract the succubus. "N-no, it's not like that!" She protested, though with how close she was to an orgasm, her voice was far from convincing. With the Janitor pulling her to supply room, the sexy milf had half a mind to follow him, and get her itch scratched. But, as she heard Sully cry out. "I'm sorry about this." Melissa uses her magic to push the door to Sully's room open. "Stop!" She exclaimed, forgetting about her pulled up sweater, her pulled down bra, and the sex juice trailing down her nylon-clad legs.
Heading down the stairs, James comes to a small storage area, but it isn't long before he hears music coming from below, outlaw country music, as opposed to the heavy metal below. Moving a pallet out of the way, he identifies a trapdoor leading downstairs. As he does, though, he feels a hard crack against his skull, sending him to the ground painfully, though he retains his consciousness. A man steps out of the darkness, overweight, balding and wearing a handlebar moustache. He tucks in his sleeveless t shirt, from which he presumably pulled the .38 revolver with which he pistol whipped James. "The fuck are you, punk? Some kind of cop, or you a thief?" He points the gun at James. He turns to look upstairs, as a loud crash sounds. Yara chuckles. "Stress and going into heat? Well, one solution to that we're about to do right now. The other, you can take up with James." She nods, claws extended, ready to deal justice to those who tried to exploit her kind. Smashing through the doors, Rebecca sees about a dozen stunned bikers inside, with about half as many scantily dressed women, and a handful of non biker patrons. As she charges in, she sees a number of bikers drinking against the bar. They rush to the side in a panic, or jump over the bar, but one man, fatter and older than the rest, isn't able to escape, and Rebecca's horn impales him through his biker leathers. Someone screams, and the biker bartender pulls out a shotgun, before Yara jumps in, looking for the moment more like a panther than a domestic cat, and slashes the man's throat. The non bikers run away in terror, while the bikers scramble to arm themselves with guns, knives and blunt weapons like baseball bats and pool cues.
Sato nods, and silently the two of them take their positions. in the dim light shining from the office to the spare room, Alicia sees that it's not a wolf, but some kind of goat creature, with red, leathery skin, and curled ram horns, bipedal, but with curved legs like those of a goat. It kneels down, shoveling the intestines of a poor maintenance worker into its open maw, clearly not a herbivore like the creature it resembles.
'Ugh,' James groaned as his head thumped from the blow, his vision blurry. He looked to the gun-toting man, 'Ugh, what the? The guy at the backdoor let me in... for the auction?' James tried to concentrate a force spell. When the man was distracted by the crash, James rolled around and held out his hand towards him, slamming him into the storage shelfs with a gust of force.
