James looked puzzled, 'Make the world a better place? I hadn't really planned on doing anything of such grandeur.' He looked shocked at the revelation, 'You tipped them off about the ritual? That was you? But why? I have far too many question right now. Uhm, thank you for saving my skin back there then. I'm not sure why you did, but thank you.' He chuckled, scratching the back of his head and blushed a little at her calling him lovely, 'Oh, stop it. Are you going to tell me what the gift is or is it a surprise?'
This late at night, there' no one to see nor interrupt the milf as she follows behind the young man into a nearby deserted men's room. He enters into one of the stalls, and she hears the sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper being pulled down and jeans falling about Zach's ankles. Soon she hears another sound, the wet schlick of hands moving up and down a cock, and then soft moans. "Melissa...Oh fuck...God forgive me..." Zach groans, still jerking off. "Fuck I want her so bad...Help me, lord, she's so perfect..."
"No need to thank me. It was the right thing to do." She smirks as he blushes. "Of course, why beat about the bush?" She snaps her fingers, and suddenly James is no longer on his bed, but in a white, sterile hallway. Ayrlea stands before him, and takes his hand, leading him down the hallway, with doors on either side, cell doors. Through the reinforced glass on each door, he sees a mental patient, garbed in white, some of the cells inside with padded walls, some of the patients restrained. Where Ayrlea leads James, however, is quite different. The succubus begins to lead James through the halls, when the young man sees a thirtysomething orderly in medical scrubs, carrying several bags. The man walks directly towards them, and James is sure he's been spotted, when the orderly passes through them, totally oblivious.
The young man jumps in his seat, frantically pulling his pants back up. "Who's there? Who just spoke?" He's unaware for the moment of where the noise came from.
Cautiously, Zach opens the stall door, moving out to look at the discarded clothes, gulping heavily. "If I got...you? M-Melissa? Is that you?"
[Interesting scene, but yeah maybe a bit too much.]"No need to thank me. It was the right thing to do." She smirks as he blushes. "Of course, why beat about the bush?" She snaps her fingers, and suddenly James is no longer on his bed, but in a white, sterile hallway. Ayrlea stands before him, and takes his hand, leading him down the hallway, with doors on either side, cell doors. Through the reinforced glass on each door, he sees a mental patient, garbed in white, some of the cells inside with padded walls, some of the patients restrained. Where Ayrlea leads James, however, is quite different. The succubus begins to lead James through the halls, when the young man sees a thirtysomething orderly in medical scrubs, carrying several bags. The man walks directly towards them, and James is sure he's been spotted, when the orderly passes through them, totally oblivious.
Following the orderly, James and Ayrlea are led up several sets of stairs, to a far more hospitable floor, less security minded and more homey, painted in warm colours. James manages to spot a sign, reading Innsbruck Institute for the Criminally Insane, as he passes several nurses and security staff, none of whom see him either. The orderly stops at a wooden door, knocking. A voice strangely familiar to James says "Enter", and the man steps through. The room on the other side can't even be called a cell. Unlike the bare padded rooms downstairs, this one is tastefully decorated, equipped with a large wardrobe, comfortable looking bed, a flatscreen television and a laptop sat on a desk. Honestly, James thinks that it's not far off from his own luxury room at the Estate mansion.
The familiar voice sounds again, from a female figure browsing the internet on the computer. "Did you get everything?" The orderly nods. "Yup." He puts down the bags and begins to withdraw the contents, revealing high end makeup, expensive clothes and gourmet foods. "Very good. I suppose you'll be wanting your payment, now." The orderly gives a lustful grin, and nods, pulling off his scrubs. The familiar woman stands and as she begins to reveal her incredibly busty body, James realises that he's looking at his mother's face. She always was one for luxury, and apparently even locked up, she's not unwilling to do what she needs to to get her fix. She gets into position once she's naked, and the orderly needs no more pressure.
The image of what's about to happen flashes through James' mind, and Ayrlea turns to him to explain, her words inaudible to the occupants of the room. "Your mother was responsible for the ritual, after all, so I thought, 'what better way to get compensation than through her body?'. I can temporarily let you take control of the orderly's body, and enjoy Mrs Templeston in whichever way you want. What do you think?" To demonstrate, Ayrlea snaps her fingers briefly, and James feels himself in the man's body, with control over his movements and senses, before she snaps them again and he's back outside. "Want to take her for a ride?" She giggles. The orderly approaches James' mother, about to make the image he just saw a reality, apparently none the wiser to the fact that he was temporarily possessed.
(Too much?)
(Fair enough.)
"I, um..." Zach is silent for a moment, before his voice comes through more clearly and loudly than before. "God forgive me, Melissa, if I had you, I don't think I could stop myself. I'd fuck you."
The sudden touch around her waist forced her to jump, but an unusual tingle of warmth welling up from feeling her daughter's bust right against her. Why does this...?
James looked a bit confused that Ayrlea was in his room now, he rubbed his neck, looking up at Ayrlea, 'It really wasn't the surprise I was hoping for. It's alright... you couldn't have known. I'm sure there are plenty of guys who would've jumped at the chance to... get revenge in such a way. My mother did many horrible things, but I'd like to keep the memory of her as she was before my eighteenth birthday.' He got off the bed, 'How'd you do all of that teleporting and possession stuff anyway? Was that all in my head too?'
The cop nods, quickly grabbing grabbing his notepad and reaching into his car to check the address on his phone. As he does, Alice lets go of her mother, barely holding herself from bursting into laughter. She hides behind Alicia to keep her expression from being seen, as the cop hands over the address. "There you are."
"Thank you." Taking the address, she was glad to have her location. After they left to the car, Alicia opened her mouth. "Alice..." She wanted to talk about it, but remembering Rebecca was there, she didn't add anything. Maybe she was just too old fashioned. But then she let Anabelle do just about anything and that ended up....she might just be paranoid for no reason. All in all, wasn't good that Alice was getting out her shell more often? She wasn't sure of it as they sat in the car on the drive, Alicia's eyes flickering around the car, but between Rebecca, Alice and the mirrors capturing the reflection of her own busty body, there wasn't really anywhere safe for her to look during the whole trip. She was trying to formulate the plan. They didn't need all three to go. So she should go and leave Alice and Rebecca....no. So Alice should go and she'd just stay with Rebecca and...no. So just have Rebecca go and....no. None of it worked. She couldn't even trust how things would go just between her and Alice, so it seemed like they would all have to stay in a group as they approached and knocked on the door.
The car ride had been uncomfortable, ever since Alice had started rubbing up her body against Alicia, the latter had been flustered and unfocused. Even just before the car ride, she had tried saying something, clearly wanting to talk with her daughter but the glance she had cast at Rebecca had quickly shut her up. Not that she could exactly go away so they could talk, not when they still were busy chasing the lich.