"I...am going to have to ask you not to do that." Alicia hearing bits of Rebbeca's flirting with her own daughter, tensed. Protective as a parent, and while it was more difficult to explain, protective of her friend too. She didn't want to enforce rules too heavily with her daughter and given how much fun she had messing with him, she was aware she sounded something like a hypocrite. Forcing a smile, she looked over to the blond trying to remedy the situation the best she could with words. "Rebecca, you're lovely. Though, how do I put this...it's my hope that my daughter marries someone from our order. Not...that it's impossible. And the church actually doesn't have a problem with women together." She wondered why she needed to say it, but Alicia decided the best way to get the point across was to reach her arm across to the backseat, Rebbeca's face inching close as her palm stopped in front of it. It was easy to miss. Her palms looking mostly soft, though the lines and creases that remained still visible. It was faint, though now that she saw it, she couldn't unee it. While faded, on closer inspection, some of the palm lines, weren't actually palm lines at all. Rebecca being the doctor she was, could recognize scarred tissue when she saw it. Burn marks. And also the faded whiteness that came with long time knife wounds. Not all the scarring from the lines matched the others, ranging from what even suggested acid burns at one point, but...eerie. All of them perfectly straight. No excess damage. Probably too controlled and measured even for a trained person to do with the kind of tools to replicate the pattern. But while the sources of what made the scarred lines were different, they all met parallel to form something like a cross, if not for it having two extra horizontal lines on the top and bottom. Alicia wasn't sure that Rebbeca would recognize the cross of Salem, but it forced the mother to blush for a moment recalling that day, but quickly washed away and her face replaced by concern when she recalled the moment it happened. "Knights must take their oaths very seriously. I'm not sure how far the consequences go for ignoring the rules, but I didn't want to test them. Not...not...that there aren't ways around them..." Alicia's face went to looking ready to speculate, before forcing herself back into laughter looking at Alice. "But I'll just keep those to myself, so it doesn’t give you any ideas.”
The stall door slowly opens, and Zach stands in the doorway, breathless at the sight of her. "Mrs...M-Melissa... Oh my God." His pants are back up, but his cock pokes through the open zipper, long and veiny, looking painfully erect at the sight of the milf. "I-I've never done this before..."
She nods. "Yes, that was a vision." She smiles and sits down next to him, not seeming to mind his interest, either innocent and sexual. "I can't actually teleport people through the real world and make them ethereal, or make them possess other people's bodies. I wish I could, but few beings are that powerful." She giggles. "I'd love a drink, but I'm not actually here with you. Your brain is simply telling you that I am. I might have used the Bureau to help you, but if I actually went to the estate, I doubt things would go well for me. There's more protecting that place than just men with guns." "I do hope I haven't overwhelmed you with all this, James."
Alice gives a guilty and shy look, her confidence dissipated. "S-Sorry, mom, Rebecca. I just got a little carried away. I thought it was funny, the way that man reacted, but I shouldn't be so bold." She looks between the two women, hoping to stave off a confrontation by becoming the target. "Sorry, it's my fault. It won't happen again." She looks at the floor, as they travel towards the detective's address.
As she walks through the complex, Erika sees the gates open and the headlights of several cars enter the Estate. Out of one of the cars hops Tina, the female sibling she fought and then fucked. The woman spots Erika, giving a nod of acknowledgement.
'You're not here?' James repeated, sounding somewhat disappointed. He got himself a glass of water and sat down. He sighed, 'Maybe a little bit overwhelmed? Forgetting the situation with my mom, why did you want to stop my parents? You had some vendetta with them?'
She sees the truck and crane from earlier, and a few other warehouses across a space of open ground. As the assassin moves away from her scope, she sees the target dragged behind his limousine, and two of the three bodyguards moving towards Nadya's vague direction, looking for the sniper, taking care to take cover.
Ayrlea giggles again. "Don't worry James, we will meet in person someday. In fact, I'd be happy to come see you sometime when you're not on this base." She listens to his question, frowning. "I'm afraid that I'm not allowed to tell you much right now, beyond the fact that you're very important. Your parents found this out early, and were told to take good care of you. Unfortunately, as you got older, they got a better offer." She doesn't elaborate.
James chuckled, 'Maybe we can arrange it.' He frowned at her explanation or lack there-of, 'That sounds ominous. So if you're not allowed to say you're working for somebody else? Some higher demon?'
She shrugs. "Like I said, I can neither confirm or deny." Ayrlea's expression drops, looking genuinely disappointed that she can't tell him what he wants to know. "Sorry, James... All I can say is that you'll learn it all eventually."
'Alright, I won't pry any further in that matter,' James nodded, 'Can you tell me about yourself? Or is that all secret too?'
"Mmh. Don't worry, just do what you think is right." Melissa cooed, spreading her legs to invite him in. Once Zach got close, the sexy milf embraces him, planting her lips onto his. "Now tell me, what part of me would you like first?" She whispered in a sultry tone, as her hand moves to stroke his length.
“It’s alright. I probably took it too far too. It’s just poorly advised for someone to try thinking the light won’t notice them going against their oath...at least wait until you’ve properly married and produced a heir.” Alicia in her head noted what a long time this was going to be for her. Though maybe not. Alice was nothing, if not clever with magic. Maybe she’d work out the same loophole Alicia did and...but maybe not. She wasn't going to share it anyway. Though Alicia didn’t really mention that at least 8/10 of the senior members all had the same mark since everyone had to try at least at one point and find out the hard way. They just quietly left to knock on the door of the current address.
"Me?" Ayrlea smiles. "I'm not special, just an average succubus." James is uncertain whether she's being obtuse, or just doesn't think highly of herself. "I have my interest in you, but apart from that, I've little to distinguish me. When I'm not...feeding, I help people with their problems. I run a private detective office in human guise."
He returns the kiss, entranced. "I want these..." His hands move to touch her breasts, hesitantly at first, but soon squeezing firmly enough to send shivers of excitement rolling across her body. His thumbs flick her nipples, as he looks into her eyes. "I never thought that I'd get to be with someone like you."
The motherly concern was quite sweet. "You are too quite lovely. But I don't think you need to worry, neither I nor Alice are inexperienced high school sweethearts with unrealistic and hormonal dreams of a life together. I... Marriage is not what I would be looking for with a woman like Alice or yourself, not before I've had time to settle into this new life at the Bureau." Her thoughts turned briefly to James, wondering what kind of things he was getting up to before she shook the thoughts away. "Might be easier to find love with people who know what you are and share the risks you do." Rebecca studied the lines of Alicia's hand. After all the times she had to shave the fur of animals to inspect the wounds that they had suffered she had learned to recognize the hints that separated accidental and the deliberate. These looked like the latter, and what shook Rebecca were they weren't simple and shallow branding and scarification. With Alicia's background, it wasn't difficult to guess that at least a few of them carried a religious significance. That kind of devotion turned knots of the veterinarian's stomach, unsure of how to feel about them. "I know. Or don't. Your life is not mine. The same goes for Alice." Alicia's laughter brought some levity back to the situation, and Rebecca smiled back. "Maybe one day." She turned to Alice, embracing her in a hug. It was kind, carrying nothing more than a genuine warmth. "You're the youngest one here. Your mother and I, we're supposed to lead by example." Rebecca released the woman. "Just keep being you."
'Does the average succubus run a private detective agency?' James chuckled, 'You can't be working and ... "feeding" all the time. What do you do in your free time? Any hobbies?'
"Aahn." Letting out a cute moan as he touches her breasts, Melissa's grin widens. "Then play with them. Mmh. Grope them, squeeze them, bury your cock inbetween them." She whispers once more as her nipples harden underneath his thumbs. "Aahn... let yourself loose. All those things the church said you shouldn't do. You can do them to me."
Alice goes very quiet when the discussion turns to her producing an heir. "I know, mom." The young woman smiles. "Thanks, Rebecca. For the moment, I'll focus on doing my job as well as I can." The address leads them to an ocean view apartment building, decently modern and tastefully decorated. After knocking on the door, it's opened by a man who's almost the stereotype of a detective, or at least what that stereotype was a few decades ago. Clad in a cheap suit shirt and pants, tie loose around his collar and top few buttons undone, stands a man in his early thirties, quite tall, with an unshaven face and lean build. His eyes widen as he sees who's at his door. "Hello? Can I help you?" (Are Rebecca and Alicia still in bikinis?)
“Yes? We’re here, because of one of your work friends.” Alicia wished she had time to change before arriving. A bunch of scantily clad women late at night would suggest...something else to the neighbours. But Alicia just wanted to speed through it. “You picked up something that might be useful for our own work.” She didn’t know how much he knew, so she remained intentionally vague.
