Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (nonfiction book recommendations .TXT) 📕

in and out of Gabby, who was getting juicier and hotter with every thrust. She was tighter than Bailey, but not as scorchingly hot. It was like Gabby’s pussy was sucking on him, wanting him to come inside her. He could feel all their lust, and it was a dynamo of energy.

Bailey couldn’t stop coming. And every time Jack slammed into Gabby, she cried out, getting closer and closer to an orgasm herself, until Jack joined her, filling her with his cum while she came around him, her pussy milking every last drop from his pulsating prick.

Again, Gabby’s light threw radiance that matched her orgasm.

It was heaven and light, and yet, there was also the musky smell of the demon and the bit of twisted darkness that made up her diabolical soul.

Bailey licked his lips with a forked tongue. “Yes, she is a little slut to have such a horny pussy. Such a sweet little whore that wants your spunk inside her. She came when you did. It’s sweet, and sexy, and we’re going to all fuck forever. Aren’t we, Jack? Aren’t we going to fuck forever?”

He felt like it might be an offer to eternally damn his soul. He didn’t care. He’d fallen in love with both Bailey and Gabby. They would all be together forever because if he could stop time, he could control forever. He could choose what to do with eternity.

“We’re going to be together forever, aren’t we, Jack?” Bailey asked, tears streaming down her demonic face. There was real vulnerability there, real love and desire.

He was still in the angel’s hot sex when he brushed the tears off Bailey’s cheeks. He kissed her gently. “Yes.”

Bailey sobbed, then sighed, as she kissed him back. Then the demon drew back and helped Gabby to sit. They were all naked, and they were all kissing, and while Bailey was crying, Gabby was laughing, cheerful, crazy with love.

“We have to do that all the time!” Gabby screamed into the night. “Every day! We can stop time and make love until the universe is dust!” The angel kissed Bailey, she kissed Jack, and then she couldn’t stop laughing. “The sex was all Ijjinaya, but it was also love, especially near the end, when our little succubus got so emotional. I felt it all! And I loved it all!”

Now that they were sitting up, Gabby could spread her bright white wings.

Jack touched Bailey’s dark leathery wings. “These are new. Why didn’t you show them to me before?”

“I didn’t trust you to love me, like this. As I am.” Bailey glanced down. “I didn’t want to be too monstrous, or I thought you wouldn’t want me.”

Jack stuck a finger under the demon’s chin and lifted her face. “I do love you.” He gave her a final kiss. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me.”

“We can be ourselves,” Gabby agreed. “We can be ourselves, and we can be in love.”

Bailey let out a shuddery breath. “I never expected this. I never expected to feel this much.” She blinked. Then she lost the horns, the wings, the tail, and her eyes returned to their usual, unusual color, one bright blue and the other a dark, dark green. Her eyes were as changing as her moods.

The demon patted Jack’s arm. “Okay, I think we’re done for a minute. Let’s make the hell keys, and then we can go home and fuck more.”

“I certainly hope that’s the plan,” Gabby giggled.

It was. It so was.

Chapter Thirty-Two

CREATING THE KEYS WAS a relatively quick process, but it wasn’t painless.

They had the fire blazing, sparks reaching up to the sky. No one in the park service had noticed Gabby’s halo, so it was just the three of them around the fire, making the hell keys.

Bailey drew symbols on flat rocks and put them at the points of another pentagram she drew in the dirt with the fire at the center. She set the same candles she’d used before on the stones. Luckily, they had a bit more holy water, hidden away in the duffel bag, because Bailey splashed the holy water on the five stones.

Bailey sliced open Jack’s hand with the spear, then chanted more bastardized Latin while holding the spear over the fire. The flames weren’t hot enough to melt the metal, but the demon’s spell soon had the metal pooling into a jagged key shape, floating in the flames. One end was a skull, the other had the grooves on the blade of the key what would unlock a door to hell. It was about the size of a dagger.

“How are you so good with spells, Bailey?” Gabby asked.

The demon shrugged. “It was part of going rogue. I didn’t have a duke or a horde to fall back on, so I had to be self-sufficient.”

“Wasn’t it lonely?” The angel asked the question gently.

Bailey got a hurt look on her face for an instant. “No. It wasn’t fucking lonely. I jilled my clit while watching kings fuck! I’ve seen every kind of depravity you could imagine. There was one Prussian guy who liked to jerk off on bugs. So, no, I wasn’t lonely.”

“Sounds lonely,” Gabby said softly.

The sex demon looked disgusted, and a little hurt, then marched to the car.

Gabby shot Jack a questioning look. “Am I wrong? Why did she get so upset?”

“Sometimes people like to pretend to be stronger than they really are. You wouldn’t know it, but Bailey can be really sensitive. It’s just best to agree with her. Yes, she’s a badass, a lone demon who doesn’t need anyone.”

Jack bandaged his hand. He wasn’t actively shooting anything with the Eternity Cannon, so he couldn’t convert the Kairos in his auxiliary storage to Corpus. He’d just have to heal the wound the old-fashioned way until he shot something. At some point, he figured he’d have more control over the Septua energies, but he had to be patient. He was only level two.

Bailey marched back, hands bloody from where they’d cut Jack.