Dark Redemption ((LitShark & LanaEide))

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It was a long way from home, that was what Kitch liked best about the island of Manhattan. So impossibly far from everything he’d known for hundreds of human lifetimes. From his fifty-third floor corner office, the whole city twinkled behind the glass, a million different colored of lights, all laughing with the sheer mirth of being above ground. The lights of the underworld never twinkled or glittered—only flickered as one writhing in agony might be said to flicker. Yes, he’d made it such a long way from home.

“*Beep* Mr. Hawthorne, I have Dr. Taguchi on line one, sir,” the voice of Kitch’s beautiful, twenty-something secretary rang out through the base of his sleek, black office phone.

“Thank you, Jenny,” Kitch answered, sweeping his fleshy human fingers through his long, human hair as he turned back from the window, “and thanks also for staying late, you can go ahead and go home now.”

“*Beep*Thank you, sir. Enjoy your weekend.”

“You too, Jenny,” Kitch answered politely as he sat back in his leather armchair behind his desk and clicked the phone over to line 1, “Taguchi San, I trust that your donors’ meeting went well.”

“It did indeed, Mister Hawthorne. Nearly all have confirmed to renew their positions for next year.”

“Nearly all?”

“Well yes, Mr. Hawthorne—“

“Please, call me Jason.”

“Indeed, Jason. Several of the donors were so moved by the images of the new wells in the Congo that they increased or even doubled their commitments for this year. The total of all the pledged donations totals over three million US dollars over the next year. Congratulations.”

“That’s great news Taguchi San—“

“Please, call me Ichi,”

“Of course, Ichi. Thanks so much for your continued patronage and make sure that all of your pledged donors have my sincerest gratitude as well. Arigato gosaimasu.

“It’s wonderful work you’re doing over there, Jason. We’ll speak again next week.”

“Yes, let’s do that. The children of Haiti thank you as well.”

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Jason Hawthorn was the founder and CEO of the nonprofit corporation The Global Clean Water Fund, an organization dedicated to providing access to clean and free water to third world countries and regions in crisis. Though the corporation itself does not turn a profit, its executives and preeminent employees were all paid very well for their services—this too, was part of Jason’s vision for his company. Pay for the best you get the best, and by most accounts, this maxim had paid handsome dividends. Upwards of fifty communities had been provided access to over 70 million gallons of fresh, clean water.

It was good work, to be sure—but no less profitable for its architects than if it had been selling water to the occupants of hell. There were no shortage of soft-hearted rich people, resolved to buy some peace of mind when it came to what sort of person they were, people who cared little for the specifics of what happened to their money after given and certified as a tax write-off.

Kitch, the escaped imp who lived inside the guise of Jason cared nothing for the developing world, or their access to water—his only driving desire was to avoid detection from his former peers and superiors—the ruling caste of hell, who had no doubt marked his absence by now and were no doubt desperately seeking him to end his time on this mortal plane and return him to the pits, drag him back to the flickering, gnawing hellscape that had birthed him. The righteousness of his cause was Kitch’s camouflage from hell, so long as his work was righteous and his heart was mostly clear of sin, he was all but invisible to hell and its occupants.

Nonetheless, the temptations of mortal flesh were difficult to resist for one born of hell.

As Jason walked the brightly lit streets of downtown Manhattan, it seemed that each and every light on street level was broadcasting enticements for sin: Liquor, Live Nudes, Sex Shows, Hot Live Girls—and so on. Kitch longed for the days when he and six or so of his fellows would ride down a new arrival and all take turns on her prone body as the others immobilized her with ropes of human hair… but these thoughts, these impulses were too dangerous to entertain for more than a moment. Jason’s soul needed to remain unsullied if Kitch was to preserve his anonymity.

From street level it was much harder to appreciate the twinkling lights of the city, harder still to ignore her incessant siren’s song of temptation, coke, molly, charlies—get em here. Jason didn’t do drugs, but Kitch couldn’t stop himself from wondering how and why their sale was so profitable to proliferate the shadows as they had. Yet another thing he tried not to think about.

It was then that a discordant outcry pierced through the symphonic clatter of sin and desperation, a threat, a cry, a struggle. As Jason passed a narrow and completely unlit alley, he heard an aggressive and decidedly hostile male voice, the silhouette of the voice’s owner leaning over what looked like a pile of garbage in the dark.

“…those blue eyes lookin’ up at me while I feed you my cock, you little bitch!”

“Hey!” Jason called out, diverting into the alley, away from the light of the street and letting his slow, unaccustomed human eyes adjust to the darkness—imps’ eyes see better in the darkness, yet another sacrifice he’d made to facilitate his escape, “what’s going on over here?”

After what seemed like a lifetime, his eyes adjusted and Jason could now see clearly what was taking place, a homeless man—clearly altered by drugs, alcohol or some combination thereof, was grasping the collar of a young girl’s coat. It was difficult to tell much about the girl, as she was soaking wet to the skin and her long, dark hair was splattered across her face like a tangled mask. In his other hand, her attacker brandished a nine inch knife which he quickly turned toward Jason as he approached.

“Stay out of this, rich fuck! Unless you want this steel in your guts, you’d better keep on walking. Hear me?” the mugger’s hands were trembling, he was also very wet as a light snow had fallen earlier in the day, there were spots in the alley where puddles retained small, brown chips of ice.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jason said in a gentle tone, holding up an empty hand in the man’s direction, “just leave the girl alone, okay. I’ll pay you to leave… okay? I’m reaching for my wallet.”

It would have been easier to kill him, the man’s senses were addled from both intoxication and prolonged exposure, Jason was in perfect shape and completely clear-minded. He could have swatted the knife away, taken position behind him and slipped two fingers into his mouth, splitting his lips open and peeling off a football sized section of his face… Kitch had executed this maneuver no less than a dozen times, but Jason had to be better than that. Sympathetic, even to a strung out mugger and aspiring rapist. Money was most useful to him when he was giving it away. He extracted his Gucci wallet and extracted the paper contents.

“…five-six-seven-eight! That’s eight hundred dollars, right here,” Jason continued to advance on the scene, “you can take that, I won’t report it stolen or tell anyone about this. Okay? Just take the money, nobody has to get hurt. Just take it and go.”

For a moment the mugger looked frantic, grasping the girl’s collar in one fist and brandishing the knife at Jason with the other, deciding what he was going to do, weighing his options, what remained of his conscience… at last, he released the girl’s coat and snatched the bundle of bills from Jason’s hand and took off down the alley in the other direction, nearly slipping on the ice as he took off.

Once it was clear that the mugger was gone, Jason knelt down to the girl, instantly soaking the right knee and shin of his custom-tailored slacks in the wet. It was tough work, this Samaritan business. He reached over, slowly as he could urge his body to move, gently lifting damp clusters of hair back from the girl’s face.

“Are you alright?” Jason asked at last, gently trying to rub some warmth into the girl’s bony shoulder, “do you have some place to go tonight? Can I help you to get there?”

It was then that Kitch noticed her eyes, and strict adherence to the Samaritan playbook became that much harder. It was clear in an instant why she was a target.
 
Luna Nightshade was terrified. Absolutely terrified. Even though she had been through things like this before each time it terrified her. Each time she thought she would die. This time though no one else was around. No other homeless people to turn to. This time Luna really thought she was going to die. With the knife at her throat and the other homeless guy's hand on her coat, he said about feeding her his cock and she shook her head. She had no words, and only a small shake was all she could manage as she looked up at the guy with her big blue eyes. She almost hated how crystal blue and soft they seemed. It didn't help that when she looked up at someone they looked bigger. It instantly made her a target, easy innocent girl? Yep, they were the prize to be caught. Back to the situation Luna shut her eyes before she heard a guy's voice. Luna heard the voice and immediately her head whipped over, but she couldn't see him clearly and her attention was right back to the knife at her throat.

Luna stayed silent as she heard the guy speak with who was trying to rape her. She almost gave up even trying to think before she felt the homeless guy drop her, which landed her right in the wetness, just great. Well it wasn't any worse Luna guessed, she was already soaking wet from the top of her head to her feet. Her sneakers and socks did nothing in this kind of weather. Especially when some of the snow melted and became a lot of water. Luna was pressed back against the building again though now, huddled in a ball as the new guy came over. Though she could hardly see with her stringy hair was in the way. All of her thought faded away though as the guy pushed her hair back and she could see clearly, and boy was he handsome to her. Wait what was she thinking? Even as he spoke to her all she could do was look up at him with her blue eyes.

After a minute though she finally registered his words. Oh. He thought she had a home. That was why he helped her. She spoke in her soft light voice and answered his questions. "Yes, I'm alright as I can be for almost being raped and killed. No I don't have a place to stay this is where I sleep, I'm homeless." Luna curled up more and looked at the guy, dirt on her face, plastered there and wet, looking like mud because she was wet and more dirt under it, her hair stringy and dirty as well. The only thing that remained the same was her eyes, her crystal clear eyes. What Luna would give to have a bath she thought and sighed. Still looking at the guy who helped her. Luna would never ask this guy anything, but it was clear he had money, that meant a house, and food and water and soap. Luna though would never ask to go home with the guy so she gulped and spoke once more, reluctantly though. "I'm alright now, I'm sure that guy won't come back tonight, you can go now." Lana then took one of the trash bags laying around and rested her head on it. She wanted to get some sleep before going out tomorrow and trying to find a job again, though with her appearance a lot of places wouldn't even let her in and most jobs you had to apply for on the internet. So Luna stayed homeless, trying to survive as a parentless 19 year old who even then tried to have a nice outlook on life. Though she was sort of jaded. She was still kind, just didn't have faith things could get better for her. Not after all this. She had been tossed through the system from the time she was 9. She wasn't a lucky one that got adopted. She was the unlucky sort. Why couldn't her parents have given her up before? Or given her to a relative? No they just had to give her to an agency when she was 9. Luna tried to look on the positive side though as she laid there, she was alive at least.
 

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Homeless? But how? Jason flinched a bit at how abruptly Luna stated that she was homeless and that she intended to sleep in that sleet-soaked alley, curled up against a bag of trash. It seemed that playing the Samaritan was a much more long-term investment than Kitch had anticipated, but he knew resolutely, it would be a sin to just leave her there.

“Oh no,” Jason cooed, sliding off his $3,000 custom Armani jacket and wrapping it around the soaking waif’s shoulders, “no, no, no, no. You can’t sleep out here… in this. Please, I have two empty bedrooms in my penthouse—please, come home with me. I-I’ll feed you, let you get a shower… clothes… oh, no… they won’t fit you. Buy them! I’ll buy you new clothes. Yes. Please, come home with me—I mean! Not like that… not… like sex. I just want you to sleep somewhere warm… I sound crazy… shit. I just can’t leave you here… like this. That guy could come back any time.”

Jason tried to be gentle as he helped the girl to her feet by her shoulders, her wetness soaking through the arms of his jacket where his hands were. The bottom of his jacket hung almost to her shins, but at least, he hoped she was warmer.

For some reason, Jason was loathe to let his hand leave the girl. Even as he leaned into the street to hail a cab. He’d been planning to walk the few blocks, but didn’t want to subject his nearly hypothermic ward to such a distance. He kept his palm gently and respectably between her shoulder-blades as he managed to wave down a cab and held both of her shoulders as he helped her inside. He was treating her like she was made of tissue paper.

“Fourteen-sixty, Park Ave.” Jason instructed the driver, “and could we get some heat on back here? Thanks.”

The cab turned away from the curb, and Jason noticed the elderly man’s piercing gaze back at them through his rearview mirror—he became suddenly and immediately aware how they must have looked, a man in a suit rushing a tiny sleight of a homeless girl into a cab. He decided that he should cut the tension with some light conversation.

“Sorry if I’m slightly…intense right now. I just really didn’t want you to have to sleep out there. I’m Jason Hawthorne,” he said with a practiced smile, instinctively flashing open his sterling silver business card case and handing the girl one of his cards, “I run a nonprofit that helps impoverished communities gain access to clean water… I guess I’ve been overlooking some more domestic poverty issues.”

The words “THE GLOBAL CLEAN WATER FUND,” were embossed across his business card in raised ink. The card itself was made of a square of clear plastic and his name and contact info were cut in with foil. He felt slightly embarrassed of himself, posing as a humanitarian with people like her hungry and cold in his own city.

As the cab pulled up to his expansive apartment complex overlooking Central Park, Jason reached into his wallet to find that he’d given all of his money to the girl’s attacker. He had no smaller bills or change on him.

“One fifteen there, big spender.”

“I’m really sorry… I… someone took all of my cash. Do you have a few bucks to pay for the cab. I promise, I’ll pay you back.”
 
Lana was about to go to sleep when she felt a jacket going over her and the guy speaking and she blinked, frozen in surprise and shock. It wasn't because he was doing anything bad or she thought it bad, it was just so unexpected. Luna just looked at him for a minute before tilting her head to the side in question. Luna was really puzzled as to why he was going to such lengths to help her. She was a dirty homeless person. What could he possibly get, well except for maybe some more media fame. Well Luna wasn't about to reject his offer either. She wouldn't be rude and ask to stay but she wasn't going to reject a place to stay for one night. She was dirty and hungry and tired. Maybe if she looked better she could find a job tomorrow. So Luna finally spoke. "Um, I don't really think the guy will come back, but it would be nice to have an actual bed to sleep in and a shower or something." Luna did get her shaking little hands to grip the jacket and pull it around her though, as she watched the guy who had saved her.

Next thing Luna knew though is the guy that saved her was hailing down a cab and then grabbing her shoulders and lifting her into the car. Not that it was hard, she weighed nearly nothing. She looked skinny enough to almost be a skeleton. Though her face wasn't too bad, it did have a few dents though from lack of food. Luna tried to keep eating but it was hard. She also needed her money for emergencies. After the man who saved her asked for the heat on she rubbed her hands, under the coat as she started to feel the heat, liking it. Luna knew she was gonna leave a wet spot on the seat from how wet she was though.

Luna then heard the guy who saved her talk and turned towards him, thinking that "intense" was an understatement. He had looked so panicked it was like he was talking to his daughter or something. Not that he looked that old though. He was quite handsome actually. Then he said his name and handed her a card and she blinked, it was shiny at least. Luna did speak a few words though. "If you could help to get a home set up for kids just coming out of the system, who have no other place to go that would help." Luna then noticed they were at the apartment and narrowed her usually big eyes at the guy in front as she heard Jason's words. "I'll take care of this." She then got out before opening the passenger front door and put a knee on the seat and glared her practiced glare. "You know it's not supposed to be fifteen, I only have 10 on me. Got it?" The elderly man sighed and nodded and she gave him the 2 5's and shut the door. After Jason got out the man went off, and she looked at Jason. "Sorry if I looked a little rough, we got her so quickly though that I don't think it was really fifteen dollars, and I really only had 10. well there goes my food money for the rest of the week, as you said you could pay me back please do, I need money for food, that was all I had left." She weakly smiled before looking at the apartment complex, thinking how fancy it was. This guy must be rich. Not that it mattered really, it was just for one night. Then she would be back on the streets until she found a place that would let her have a job.
 
Jason looked down at his young companion and smiled in response to her apology. She must have misheard the cabbie who asked for $1.15, and she’d hard-bargained him to accept a $10. He placed a hand gently on the small of her back, pulling open the thick, glass door into the marble and brass lobby of his apartment building.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have some money in your pocket when you decide to leave,” he reassured her, leading her to the elevator bank, “good evening Kevin, this young lady is my guest for the evening, please let her come and go as she wishes.”

“You got it, Mr. Hawthorne. Welcome home. Welcome to you as well, miss. I hope you enjoy your time here at fourteen-sixty. Let me know if you need anything at all, alright?” the well-dressed concierge stood and removed his hat at the two’s approach.

Jason summoned an elevator and instinctively rubbed his hand in small circles on the small of her back, what sort of instinct it was Kitch was sure he had no idea, but since it was in Jason, the imp decided to trust it. With a melodic chime, an elevator arrived in the bank they were facing and the burnished copper door slid open to reveal a burgundy velvet lined interior, with mounted smoked-glass mirrors on each of the three walls. Jason slid his slate keycard into a slot at the top of the elevator keypad and pressed the top oblong “PENTHOUSE” button and the carriage began to move. Seventeen floors later, the doors slid open to reveal Jason’s luxurious, top floor penthouse that overlooked the park with floor to ceiling windows.

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Everything inside of Jason’s home was modern and state-of-the-art, from the 3D flat-screen, mounted on an aluminum arm from the ceiling, to his elite washer/dryer stack in the laundry room, to his NEST home automation system which he activated with a word.

“I’m home,” Jason said to seemingly no one, only to have the entire floor light up and begin to function, sports highlights were playing on the muted television, soft music was playing in the kitchen and a digital display on the refrigerator began listing ingredients that were contained inside, “settings. Authorize new user, user profile…” Jason realized that he still didn’t know the girl’s name, “um, Guest.”

Profile: Um Guest created.” the house answered in a female, automated voice, “Begin voice recognition protocall.

“Say something,” Jason nudged his companion, wanting to make sure that she could operate everything within his home as easily as he could.
 
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Luna just let Jason lead her into the lobby, wincing as she noticed she was leaving muddy foot prints and a trail of water in her path. This was bad for the people working here Luna thought as she was lead along. Then she watched Jason talk to the man there and she pointed to the trail. "Sorry." That was all she said as she blushed slightly and stood there, fidgeting as they were waiting for elevator, feeling weird about the hand drawing circles on her back but liking the feeling a bit. It was sort of like what she thought a nice gentle massage might feel like, she had never had one. Then they got in and were going up, and Luna had noticed they were going to the top floor, the penthouse. Wow this guy was rich. Luna kind of felt bad she might make a bit of a mess. First thing she was doing was taking a shower so she wouldn't make much of a mess.

Then they went inside and when all the lights turned on at Jason's voice Luna didn't have time to wonder how he did it. Luna's jaw just dropped. Oh hell, this was magnificent. It was so luxurious that Luna had to wonder if she was dreaming. Luna didn't want to believe she was dreaming but wow, this place was wonderful. Well she was going to get a good meal a shower and sleep for one night at least, hopefully. Then Jason nudged her and she finally remembered she hadn't given him a name. "Ummm, my name is Luna and I really like this place. It's pretty amazing." Luna then fidgeted slightly. "Also I don't want to dirty this place too much, so where is the bathroom so I can take a shower? Also should I leave my shoes and socks here? My socks are really wet." Luna looked at Jason, it was his house after all, she didn't want to be rude or anything, she didn't know what to do, she had never been inside someone's house as a guest, just as a foster kid before she turned 18.
 
Luna, Jason smiled as he learned the girl’s name, the moon, it suited her. She seemed to be slightly uncomfortable still, for reasons that he couldn’t quite comprehend. She was safe now, soon to be warm and well-fed, yet she still seemed to be flinching away from any contact or comfort, like she didn’t trust her Samaritan yet. It defied his limited understanding of human-beings. Fortunately, NEST broke the silence, confirming its voice recognition protocols.

Profile: Um Guest, successfully created. Speech patterns verified. Awaiting privilege authorization settings from Primary User.” NEST chimed in through the speakers that ran throughout the suite.

Jason turned away from examining Luna’s face to respond to the house, “Edit profile name Um Guest, change to Luna. Allow full resident privileges to profile name: Luna.”

”Guest profile creation completed. Welcome home, Luna.”

“NEST, activate the floor heater in the master bath and turn on the steam faucet,” Jason instructed the house before turning back to Luna, “you can take them off if it makes you more comfortable, or leave them on if you’d prefer, you’re welcome here as you are. The master bathroom is just upstairs, through my bedroom. The tiles and towel rack should both be 85 degrees and the shower will be full of steam. There are eight different shower heads that each have six different water flow settings and you can set the water to whatever temperature you’d like. Here, I’ll show you the way.”

Jason laid his arm gently around Luna’s slender shoulders as he led her upstairs, at least she seemed to have stopped shivering for the moment. He led her up to the second level, mostly overlooking the living room and park-facing windows. The second story housed the master bedroom, master bathroom, a guest bedroom and a study on the far side of the balcony which featured a window that made up an entire wall of the room.

He led her from the carpeted hallway into the carpeted bedroom where it was clear that the heaters that ran under the stone tiles in the bathroom also ran under the soft carpet in the bedroom. He showed her into the bathroom, which like the bedroom had a skylight running across the ceiling. The moon was obscured by steam which filled the rectangular glass shower that kept the steam completely contained, long streaks weeping down the sides as more and more steam was added. There was a tile bench near the glass door which was heated just like the floor below.

“There are various kinds of eco-friendly shampoos and naturally made soaps from Costa Rica under the sink. The towels should be nice and toasty and they’re all clean. I’ll be right outside, getting dinner started. Take as long as you need. I’ll leave a clean bath robe for you just outside the door.”

With that, Jason left Luna in the bathroom and made his way back downstairs, “NEST, compose a list of recipes for what is currently contained in the refrigerator and pantry, upload to the kitchen surface tablet.”

”Compiling data… researching websites… six recipes found… uploading to tablet…”
 
Luna just listened as Jason created the profile, changing the name. Surprised to hear her name by a computer program. Then she heard Jason tell the NEST person to turn on the floor heater in the master bath and turn on the faucet and immediately Luna was dumbfounded. He had floor heaters and could tell NEST to turn on stuff. Was this house magic or something? No, magic wasn't real. Though technology was. He was very rich after all, so he was bound to have this kind of thing. Floor heaters in the bathroom though. Wow. Then Luna heard Jason speak to her and as he told her she could take them off she hurriedly did so, putting the socks in the soaking sneakers, her feet even dirty and wet, looking very cold. Like the rest of her body, though she wasn't shivering like before. Some nights it was uncontrollable spasming because for her she got colder quicker then others. Even as a child she would lay in whatever bed she was given, spasming a bit because it was winter and she was cold. As she took off her socks and shoes she heard Jason continue to speak and just nodded when she was done, the nod telling him that she understood. Though being homeless and not having any friends she really didn't know what to say back to him, a lot. "Thanks." Luna did have questions for Jason but wanted to wait until after she was done with her shower for those so just kept with the one word answer.

Then he put an arm around her shoulders and led her upstairs and she looked around as he did, amazed. Wow. She was then led into his master bedroom and wiggled her toes, feeling the heat coming from it. Wow, they weren't just in the bathroom but in the bedroom. Though the guest bedroom was probably different. Luna felt like she would never want to leave, but she would have to in the morning. Luna reminded herself that it was just for tonight. Tomorrow she would have to try and look for a job again, though she had no high school diploma and no prior work experience. Also she would soon be dirty again which didn't help her situation. Jason then showed her into the bathroom and again she was amazed, it was so luxurious. Luna then listened to Jason and nodded at what he said. "Thanks again." Then he left, saying he would leave a clean bath robe out for her. Luna after he left shed off her clothes and looked at the shampoos and soaps, finding a shampoo that smelled of strawberries and soap that smelled of flowers. Perfect. Not that Luna would have complained with any other stuff.

Luna then stepped into the shower, turning on a different shower head, that steam wasn't going in anymore, well not much at least and the water flow was soft, but steady, already washing off a lot of the grim and dirt off Luna. Finally when the water had her warm and had gotten all the dirt off that it could Luna put some shampoo in her hand and stepped out of the flow of the water, now the water dousing her back as she put the shampoo in her hair, massaging it through her scalp, making sure to take about 5 minutes doing that, also massaging it into her long hair that was to her right side now, as she got it from her back, again massaging the soap into it well. Luna then stepped back into the flow of the water and rinsed her hair out, now wet but not dirty as it had been before, a clear difference. Then Luna started on her body, first washing her face just to get it clean before going to the rest of her body. After getting herself clean she got out, putting a towel around her hair and then one around her body before looking in the mirror, satisfied. It was now clear she had about 36D breasts and her skin was a bit more pink then the usual pale it was. When clean she was actually very pretty. Luna then started drying herself from the top, completely drying herself, being careful and taking her time to get clean. Then she took her time drying off her hair, making sure it got mostly dry, just a few damp strands before peeking out and seeing the bath robe and went out.

Luna then went to the kithen where she saw Jason, the bath robe wrapped tightly around her, her breasts more noticeable now that she wasn't dirty. "Thanks for letting me use that, I feel better. Um I do have a question though. Why help me and even let me into your house? For all you know I could be a thief or something." Luna wasn't but was wondering if Jason had ulterior motives.
 
By the time Luna was finished with her shower, Jason was already well underway with his preparations of dinner for the both of them. The hearty, marinara sauce was bubbling, made from scratch and made even more delicious by the addition of Italian sausage, squeezed free of its skin. The water was boiling steadily into the submerged colander into which Jason was just adding the whole wheat pasta noodles as he caught a glimpse of Luna from the corner of his eye.

When he turned to greet her, Jason noticed for the first time how large and voluptuous her breasts were, made even more pronounced as they were on her slender, waiflike frame and pushed together by the sides of his bathrobe. Trying to avoid impure thoughts, Jason just cleared his throat and went back to stirring his sauce with a wooden spoon, avoiding her with his eyes, even as he welcomed her back.

“Welcome back, Luna. I hope you had a good shower. I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat so I figured that spaghetti was a pretty safe bet,” Jason remarked as the alluring scents of flowers and strawberries coming off of her cut through even the strong smells of garlic and basil from his cooking, he tried not to notice, “I hope that’s alright with you.”

Luna’s breasts, even mostly covered as they were, conjured illicit fantasies and recollections of his time in hell, when he and his fellow imps would occasionally be gifted a new arrival, guilty of wanton promiscuity and they were given free reign to rape and torment them however they pleased. Large breasts were Kitch’s favorite, as he could often suck on their nipples and sink in his sharp teeth enough that he’d dangle from the breast as it swung and jiggled while she was fucked from behind by one of his compatriots—No! That wasn’t his life anymore. He was Jason, the philanthropist and good Samaritan. He would never see, much less suckle or nibble those breasts—to do so would be taking advantage of her, and clearly a sin.

Then, as if she could read his thoughts, Luna asked him why he’d deigned to help her out of her predicament and invite her into his home. Jason swallowed hard, he hoped that it was because she was in need and he wanted to do good, to avoid the sin of indifference… but it was harder now to ignore the fertile possibilities of such a beautiful and vulnerable young thing sharing his home for the night.

“Could you grab the garlic bread from the refrigerator?” Jason asked, casually skirting the question for the moment, “the oven is hot and ready, I just want to make sure that everything comes out together. Then, if you wouldn’t mind, there’s a basil plant over there by the big window, if you could pluck five or six leaves and bring them here I should be ready to serve dinner in five minutes or so.”

Jason lifted the spoon from the sauce and tasted it, cautious of the heat, deciding to crack some more of the Himalayan pink salt that he kept nearby into it to bring the flavors forward in the mouth. Next, he used a fork to drag one of the noodles from the water and tasted it to determine its doneness—almost perfect.

“I mean, when I saw that guy attack you, I knew I couldn’t just do nothing, you understand,” Jason began, lifting the colander full of cooked noodles out of the boiling water after cutting off the flame below, letting them drain, “and then when you said you were homeless… that you were planning to sleep on that bag of garbage… well, I just couldn’t imagine leaving you there. I knew it would be a sin to do so. I hope you’re not a thief, you know? But I realize that you could be. Still, things are just things… there’s nothing you could take that I couldn’t replace—except my life, I suppose. Please don’t try to kill me. Honestly, if there’s anything here you want that badly, badly enough to steal it and violate my trust, I think you ought to have it anyway. But believe me, it’ll be much more lucrative for you not to steal my stuff, especially since I’m planning to buy a bunch of stuff for your tomorrow.”

After letting the pasta drain, Jason poured the noodles into a large bowl and drizzled a bit of extra virgin olive oil over the top to keep them from sticking together and carried the bowl over to the table. Next he poured the sauce from the pan into a smaller serving bowl and quickly chopped some basil to sprinkle over the top. Lastly, he retrieved and cut up the full loaf of buttery, fragrant garlic bread and arranged the pieces on a platter.

“Shall we?” Jason smiled, handing Luna a large dinner plate and some utensils that seemed to be made of real silver.
 
Luna smiled at Jason and took a deep breath, loving the scent of the sauce for the spaghetti. "Oh of course. I would be happy with almost anything but I love spaghetti, one of my favorite meals. I've only ever had it like once or twice though." Luna went towards Jason more as he cooked, loving the scents of basil and garlic. Once she was almost at Jason's side she stopped, feeling slightly nervous as she stood there in only a bathrobe. Luna watched Jason as he cooked, her eyes skimming over his figure. Even though she had just gotten off the streets and her mind should be nothing but grateful and focused on the food Luna was finding herself admiring his figure. He may be a rich generous guy but he also had a good figure. Luna shook that thought away though. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be thinking like this, she had no time for an actual life with fantasies and a boyfriend and fun. Luna had to learn to live on the streets. Maybe when she got a job and could actually support herself, then she could think about actually living and not just surviving.

Then after she asked her question Jason avoided it and Luna was confused as to why, but did as he asked, getting the garlic bread from the refrigerator for him before going over to the basil plant and plucking the leaves. Then she brought them over and watched him, amazed at how well he could cook. Luna didn't know men could cook, usually men were the business men and women stayed home. Luna was happy to see that not everyone was the same and that there were men that could cook. Then as he lifted the cooked noodles he began to speak and Luna listened, she had always been good at that. By his answer he really just had good intentions, nothing bad, he really was a very innocent man. That was hard in this world. Usually the innocent good people were poor or not doing well, not very often were they in a powerful position and rich. Usually the dirty bad people who did things that were evil were. Jason to Luna seemed not to be this way, which she was glad for. Then he spoke about buying her things tomorrow and Luna wanted to ask about staying for more then one night but held it in. Though it was clear she wanted to say something, finally she hurried to say something else. "I won't steal from you, and I surely won't kill you, the only reason I would ever steal anything would be for food on the streets because of no money. There isn't always a place for us to get food, and we can starve and die from it. Especially when we are basically just children who are thrown into this adult world, with basically nothing."

Luna then watched as Jason started setting dinner up. Luna wanted to help but didn't even know how, and soon enough Jason was handing her a larger plate and utensils. Luna took them and looked at the fork, wondering if it really was silver or just looked like it was before looking back to Jason. "Thank you for the meal, I'm sorry I have nothing to pay you back for your help, I wish I could, but I was homeless so I don't really have anything." Luna wasn't gonna say her body either, she may be in a tough spot but she was not going to be a prostitute, she had survived this long without doing that and she wasn't about to start. Soon Luna though saw Jason had gotten his food and also got hers, separating the bread from the spaghetti, putting it on a napkin, Luna then sat down, waiting for Jason to also sit down and once he did she started eating, doing slowly and as neatly as she could, which was pretty good for a homeless person who had always just eaten fast food without utensils. Luna did fight not to eat fast though like she really wanted to, but was focused on her food, not noticing that her robe slipped just a little, showing more of her shoulder, on both sides, it was just a bit though and harmless but her milky white skin had seemed to attract guys before, when she hadn't been dirty. As she ate though Luna was bothered by the silence, she just didn't know what to talk about and decided when she was halfway through, to ask something again. "Um, you said you were going to buy me a lot of things tomorrow, um what happens after that? I am very grateful for your help, but I really don't know what to do once I leave, I won't ask to stay, you already let me use your shower and fed me and are letting me stay for the night but I really have nowhere to go....." Luna trailed off, her eyes showing her worry and that she was overwhelmed, but even then took another bite of her spaghetti, again looking at Jason with the same helpless look in her big blue eyes, one that had made some men try to rape her, but none had succeeded, yet.
 
Jason’s heart broke a little as Luna once again mentioned her circumstances, her life on the streets. He’d been half joking about her stealing from him, he had no real fear of that, nor any real love of the things he’d acquired in this foreign realm. He only cared about keeping his conscience clean and remaining invisible to the realm below. As he joined her at the table Jason began coiling his noodles around his fork, using a spoon to keep them organized as he did so. He looked up at Luna to see how she was dealing with the task, but his eyes were arrested by the sight of her milky white shoulders exposed and the long line of her smooth breasts where they cleaved together. His robe was too big on her, he ought to have expected this, but it was hard to keep his mind free of sin with such a bounty of supple flesh laid out to him.

Jason cleared his throat and looked back at his own plate.

“It really is a tragedy that we aren’t doing more for young people like you,” Jason remarked, careful not to look back up, lest his mind slide back to impish desires, “there really ought to be a program or something to help young people on the streets. Maybe my organization could do something to help… maybe there’s an opportunity here.”

Jason looked up again, this time meeting Luna’s deep blue, plaintive eyes and feeling his human cock instantly begin tugging inside of his pants. He wanted her, carnally—what a mess he’d gotten himself into. He swallowed hard when she asked what was to come next, asserting that she had no way to repay him—I wouldn’t say that, child—some dormant, demonic part of him answered before he was able to clear his mind. He drank from his glass of wine deeply before answering.

“Luna, please, you are my most welcome guest. I didn’t introduce you to the doorman and program you into the security system because I expect you to be gone by tomorrow. You can stay here as long as you need—or would like…” Jason answered, deftly avoiding eye contact to try and keep his libido in check, “think of this as your home too. Until you can get on your feet, you’re welcome here. Whether I’m around or not. Don’t even think about repaying me, your company is more than enough repayment for the bare minimum that I’ve done for you. Would you like some wine?”

Jason moved the crystal wine glass from its place in the table setting next to Luna, readying himself to pour, not considering that she wasn’t old enough to drink. She was mature enough to survive on the streets for years—the girl could have a glass of wine with dinner.

“Tell me, what skills do you have? There must be something that you’re good at. I have a lot of friends who wield a lot of influence, I’m sure we can find you a good job in the next few days. What would you like to do?”

Kitch knew what he wanted to do—what he would have done if it wasn’t for the threat of discovery. He wanted to grab those pale shoulders hard enough to leave bruises and plunge his hard cock into her tight, young pussy until her pretty blue eyes rolled back in her head and only the whites peeked out through half lids… For the first time ever, Kitch the imp felt nostalgic for his time in hell.
 
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