Catch you on the flipside

That night, Sasha lay in the dark, contemplating Kennedy’s story. “Kennedy, are you awake?”



“No.” Came a short surly reply from the dark. The glowing embers were the only light and there was barely any beyond the hearth.



“That story…is that really what you believe?” Sasha asked, turning towards the dim outline of a Kennedy shaped bump.



“No. It’s what I know.”



“How do you know that?” Sasha asked, curious more than anything.



“I’ve seen it. Every time a slayer falls, every time something’s happened in the family. I see it.” Kennedy said softly.



“What do you think will happen?” Sasha asked after a moment. Unsure as to why she was having this pointless conversation with the slayer.



“Somehow well overcome this. Or it will finally be over.” Kennedy turned over to face Sasha. “That reminds me. Why can I understand them? I barely speak Spanish.”



“You made a deal with the broker; a deal with him comes with hidden perks. Such as hearing everything in English even though it’s not.”



“Latin?”



“No. It’s older than that.” Sasha looked toward the voice. “Why did you do it? Come after me I mean.”



“Five years ago you saved us, and left me very knocked up. The last four years Sheri has asked about you, this time when you disappear I would like to have more to tell.”



Sasha lay stunned. She knew from the short blunt way Kennedy was talking that she didn’t like the subject. And for the first time, Sasha turned away and stared into the dark. Idly wondering how it was she had lived so long and could still feel this alone.



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Raya stealthily stalked through the brush, her bow was ready, arrow poised. She sniffed deeply, filing away the scents of death and disease. Her senses long used to it, like a true hunter she picked up the faintest scent of deer, another scent tickled her nose but she pushed it away in her excitement. A deer, it had been so long.



Turning to Skye who stood perfectly still in her wolf form. Sykes blue eyes met hers, excitement danced through them. She smelt it too. Nodding Raya leapt into a tree, carefully moving in place she sat patiently, until the large stag stumbled into the clearing. Frowning Raya stealthily dropped from the tree and hedge around the beast. She could smell the blood and something else. Some sort of infection.



When the stag snorted and turned to her Raya felt her stomach drop. The stag’s eyes were bloodshot and yellowed. Rot and pestilence seeped from its nostrils and suddenly Raya realized what it was. As impossible as unbelievable…the day virus had jumped species. This was further proven when the stag suddenly began to charge her.



Years of training got her body to dodge out of the way before she was trampled. Crazed eyes followed her movements and before Raya could react the stag had shifted its attentions from her to Skye. Snarling Raya felt her body shift without conscious thought, tearing and wrenching her clothes.



Launching into a sprint Raya tackled the beast to the ground and snarled. Skye joined her mother snarling and snapping. At first the stag simply lay there but suddenly it snapped, fangs lined its gums versus the usually blunt molars. The ridiculous way in which its jaw appeared would have made her laugh at any other time. Instead she jumped up and nudged Skye to run and they broke out into a sprint, tearing through the brush and plant life with abandon, looking back Raya saw the stag was in hot pursuit.



Feeling hopeful she looked back to check her daughter and realized she didn’t see the girl.



Skidding to a stop so quickly Raya tripped she looked around wildly, see a flash of blood beyond some trees up ahead Raya panicked and ran straight for them. Leaping through she arrived to see the stag had pinned Skye to the ground with an antler and was snapping trying to reach Sykes furred legs.



Snarling from pure feral instinct alone Raya leapt forward and clamped her jaws around the stags throat and twisted her head until her teeth hit bone. Releasing the stag she stepped away snarling, looking to her daughter who had shifted to human form and was now staring at her in horror.



Suddenly feeling somewhat dizzy Raya lay down, then slumped to her side. “Mother?” Skye whispered out.



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The silken sheets shimmered in the candlelight, she could see the same lights dance like fireflies across her skin. Languid and sated Kennedy lay on the demons bed. The distinctly Arab feel to the sleeping room was intoxicating. Turning over Kennedy watched as her lover returned to the bed, carrying a silver tray laden with cheeses and fruits.



“Took you long enough.” Kennedy remarked. Sasha smiled and sat beside the dark haired slayer.



“Oh I think you’ll find it worth the wait.” Sasha said, her voice was rich and fairly screamed sex. Kennedy turned over onto her back and was pleased when Sasha’s gaze froze to her naked form.



“Try this.” Sasha said after she had had a moment to compose herself. Reaching onto the tray she picked up a slice of ambrosia, fruit of the Gods. And dipped it into a small bowl of syrup. Drawing it up she let the syrup trickle down in a long ribbon before guiding it to Kennedys lips. Kennedy smiled, showing her lone dimple before leaning forward and biting into the fruit, flavor instantly filled her mouth and she jumped when the warm syrup dripped onto her chest. Looking down she looked back to Sasha and smiled reminding Sasha of Aphrodite’s nymphs before taking her finger and wiping a small drop off her chin before inserting her finger into her mouth and sucking, never letting her eyes leave the demons.



Sasha shuddered and leaned down, dragging her tongue across Kennedys nipple, feeling it harden into a point before licking a trail up the mortals flesh until she reached the first strand of syrup, lazily she sucked the skin, thoroughly cleaning it of the rich treat. Looking up she was proud to see the slayers eyes were hooded and she was breathing faster.



Leaning back down Sasha trailed her lips and teeth down the slayers sensitive skin until she reached the apex of Kennedy’s hot cunt. Pushing her legs apart Sasha leaned down the blew softly on the slayers cunt, licking the hot cream as it came dripping and flowing out of the younger woman. Pleased when Kennedy arched her back and tried to coax more of Sasha’s mouth on her.



Sasha leaned back down and began to lick all the cum she could find, her hot tongue delving and stroking along Kennedys lips, her hole and slit. Guiding it up until she reached the slayers hard clit, before finally taking it in her mouth and sucking it. HARD. Kennedy mewled and lay panting open mouthed at the sensations that assailed her, her body gyrating and writhing under the demons mouth until she felt the sharp insistent pull of Sasha’s lips and she was gone. Coming hard and fast the slayer bucked carelessly as her body was wracked with ecstasy.



Jerking sharply Kennedy woke up. Looking around dazedly she realized not only was she not in Sasha’s war tent, she was not naked and coming down from an orgasm. Taking note of the signals her body was sending her she realized that she was wet, soaked even. And her clit was humming with the need to cum. Laying down she tried to quell the need but after a few moments realized it wasn’t going to work.



Looking to Sasha she could see the Goddess was asleep with her back to her, looking behind her Astropolis was also asleep on his pallet. Taking a deep breath Kennedy bit her lip and undid the top button of her jeans.



Dipping her hand inside she quickly found her clit, she tried to suppress the groan that caused and barely pulled it off. Taking a deep breath she firmly and quickly began rubbing her clit, circling and tugging until she felt the sharp spikes tingle up her spine as she came so hard her eyes teared.



Finished but not very satisfied Kennedy lay silently as the morning sun began to rise. Unexpectantly she dozed off peacefully.



Sasha lay awake on her side, she didn’t have to be a God to smell sex. She had woken up before the slayer had, hearing her name wrenched from the slayers lips during her dream had nearly been her undoing. And hearing her masturbate just now because of that dream…it had taken a lot of will power not to turn over and satisfy every desire she had regarding the mortal woman.



She shouldn’t be distracted, she needed to concentrate, find that cure or cause. Kennedy shouldn’t be such a distraction.



TBC

A/N: Reviews?