The Long Kiss of Night

[badbabysitter]

"And the LORD said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain,
vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a
mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him."
----Genesis 4:15

" Love is the ghost haunting your head, love is the killer you thought was your friend,
Love is the Beast that will tear out your heart, hungrily lick it and painfully pick it apart"
---- Concrete Blonde
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It was another dark and stormy night. There seemed to be alot of them these days, like all of Mother Nature decided to take a piss on the Big Apple. Crime was supposed to be down, the streets were safe allegedly. God bless the patriot act and pass the ammo. But murder was murder, and that was never going to change.

The detective lit a Marlboro as she stepped out of her "unmarked" police car, which screamed "police" to any out side of the village idiot. She was tall and slim with a strong build whch she kept under an ever increasingly wet tan trenchcoat. Her normally spiked wheat blonde hair was begining to wilt under the pressure of pellets of rain. She took a drag and looked around.

A shit hole alley in Alphabet City, the kind of place rats in Hells kitchen wouldnt be caught dying in. And naturally there was a dead rat in it, a big dead human one.

She crossed the street and slipped under the yellow police tape and into the crime scene proper. Already the looky-loos were gawking about. A few uniformed officers were trying to keep the peace, canvass so-called "witnesses" and generally look authoriative.

None of this mattered, what mattered was lying under neath the white tarp in fron of her. And the harried stress woman in the white jumpsuit beside it.

" Whatta we got" she said coming over to the woman.

The woman was the ME, a long time partner in business you might say. They shared the casuallness of people who spend too much time with each other professionally. Affection, but tired.

" Male, Hispanic, aged roughly 25 to 30, tatto of roses in a band under his left ear"

" Miguel Rosario" the detective snorted

" You know him?"

" From my days in vice, yeah, pimp and a middle man drug dealer for the Santo Diablos", also with a fondness for diddling underage girls, but there was enough creep factor already

" Then you probably know what you're going to see already Detective"

" Shit..." the detective kneeled down beside the tarp and rubbed the birth mark on the back of her neck, a nervous habit, " alright, unwrap the goods"

Miguel Rosario in all his glory. Strutted out in all his finest pimp daddy clothes. Top of the line designer ware and gaudy jewellery, all thrown together by an epileptic colour blind monkey. But it wasnt the clothes she was paying attention too.

Miguels neck had been slit from ear to ear in a huge wide gash, blood soaked the top of his shirt line, but little else. His wrists splayed comfortably at his side were testimony of the same.

" Another one.." she muttered.

The ME started to pontificate " I'd say he's been out here no less than an hour, and I know you've heard this before, but there should be a lot more blood.I technically wont know the COD untill I get him on the slab, but if its anything like the others.."

" I know I know" the detective stood up and looked around.

Cause of death, massive blood loss. Someone had slit open three scum of the earth drug dealers in the space of a week and half and drained their blood and left them in alleys in their own neighborhoods. Three diferent drug dealers, fronting for three different crime organizations, first the jamaicans, then the mob, now a huge hispanic street gang. This was getting ugly,, really reall fast.

" Detective !!" came a voice from beside her, she turned to it

FLASH! Bright light exploded in her eyes. The spots appaeared fro a second

" Do you have any new leads on the Vampire killer that a terrified city should be aware of"

The spots cleared and there was a vampire of its own light . Ned Lounds. "Intrepid" reprter for the New York Public Eye, a slick borderline tabloid that prided itself on the lowest common denminator.

" Just one, lounds"the detective said stepping towards the reporter

Lounds smiled nervously, not expecting the reply., but he was suckered into standing still. She grabbed him by the lapels and and all but thrust him 6 feet towards the yellow line, sprawling on his ass. Camara clattering, tape recorder flying

" if i EVER catch you in another crime scene, obstruction of justice will be the last think you're thinking of in Rikers!"

Lounds crawled up onto his knees, grabbed his camera and fled , whining behind as he fled with tail between his legs.

" This is police brutality, i'll have your badge"

" Good!", the detective yelled back, " Its Meaghan Saunders, thats, S-A-fuck you Saunders!"

He scurried off.

The next few minutes were just a recap of the same events as the last two homicides. No witnesses. Random phone call. Body was still warm.

The thunder boomed once elsewhere in the city.

This was going to be a long night

 

[poohlive]

He found himself used to the dirt and scum in the city. It becomes less gruesome as months wear on, wading hip deep in the shit whenever Nick came out to investigate. He got used to it, even understood it. It had almost become a friend of his, a lover.

He wore it like a cheap suit on him, the grime, the shit, the stains, and even cold showers in the middle of night could not get him clean anymore.

Still, it didn't stop him from doing his job.

Nick found himself scampering away. Actually scampering, from Saunders little temper. He had come too far, he admitted, but she had been out of line. If he had any clout in this city, he'd have her badge by morning.

In truth, the only thing he could get by morning is a sausage biscuit with cheese. His spare tire of a belly protruding out told him to lay off that shit. He would need something healthier.

Like a cigarette.

He stopped next to a piece of shit sedan that came with a badge and a crappy job on law enforcement. Saunders car, it looked like shit. Better than his car. He saw a pack of smokes on the dash.

He checked the door, it wasn't locked.

Nick slipped into the front seat, picking up the pack. He lit up, dragging in deep, that wonderful blue smoke killing his lungs softly. He coughed, he hadn't smoked in four months, but even as he coughed he knew it felt good. Too good.

Almost as good as sex.

And then he was thinking about Saunders again.

He looked through her car, amidst empty coffee cups and molding take out, he saw some papers. Mostly nothing important, court dates, notes on crappy cases. In the dashboard compartment he found a gun, flashlight, couple of unpaid parking tickets.

How interesting. He made a note.

She must not have her notes here, they must be with her at the crime scene. He edged himself around, to look in the back seat, but he saw someone coming from the crime scene.

He quickly got out of the car, trying to act as naturally as possible.

He still had one of her cigarette's hanging loosely from his lips.

 

[caela]

Watching the crime scene from the top of a nearby building Lyra could only shake her head. Even from here she could see that there wasn't enough blood on the ground for the cut throat to have been the killing blow. No, something had fed on him first, she just didn't know who. What she did know what that she didn't like someone leaving dead bodies so close to her own hunting grounds, she didn't like having so many cops swarming around near the club she had intended on frequenting that night.

Grumbling to herself she spun away from the edge of the building, moving to the far side and simply stepping off. A small smile curved her lips as the air rushed past making her coat and hair whip around her body until she landed gracefully in the alley behind the building. No one looking would have believed the leap she'd just made and she wondered what sort of stories they would have made up for themselves if they had.

Stepping around the building she swept past the crime scene, giving it only a cursory glance now under the glaring eyes of the cops surrounding it. It was clear that outsiders weren't welcome and that was fine with her. She needed to feed and she couldn't do it here any longer. She was going to have to find somewhere else to hunt...at least for tonight.

"Damn humans and their street wars," she grumbled to herself as she walked swiftly down the sidewalk.

 

[rawkchik]

Helga heard the words of the police from her perch in the darkness and she wasn't the only one. What felt like a few of her kind were surrounding the scene, watching and listening intently. Though the killer was probably long gone, maybe at home awaiting the next news bulletin so they can bask in the glory of their actions. They made her sick. Human crime wasn't normally her problem, but thanks to this bastard killer she'd had to check every slight vampire connection to all crime organizations so far affected. Which had grown to the grand total of three.

"Beautiful." She whispered to herself, as a single solitary man emerged from the crime scene. He looked like a journalist and seemed to be the only one there. They were always easier to speak to than cops anyway. Careful not to damage or ruin her grey suit, Helga made three well judged jumps to get down from the window ledge she had spent most her night on. She would try the police later, but she needed information now to relay back to the Prince. The journalist entered a vehicle, she noticed in the distance, but it didn't start. Quickening her pace slightly, she calmy walked past the circus of detectives and officers and made her way to the car. He left the vehicle as she was halfway between him and the scene of the murder they'd both been giving their attention.

"Hello." Helga spoke in her thick German accent, only a few steps behind the journalist, having made up the distance unnaturally silently and fast.

 

[kittenofdeath]

A pale redhead stands over the Hispanic body, muttering to himself "three times, three fucking times!" the police finally notice him and run over with their ands on their guns
"Sir, im gonna have to ask you to come with me" the rest of the officers are eyeing im now "sir! Please put your ands behind your head and walk over ere slowly!" they were getting edgy
"Im spoken for, sorry" e smiles, pulls a canister from nowhere, tosses t in to the air and running, a few of the smarter officers shield their eyes but the majority stare at the canister intently while drawing their guns. The canister explodes wt a bang, producing a massive flash. A few guns go off and someone screams before the officers can see again. The mystery man as vanished from the ally ad one of the older officers s on the floor clutching his shoulder.

Te redhead sits on a nearby roof and pulls a bandage from s bag and wraps up a wound on is left leg, the bullet didn’t do any real damage, e just doest want to leave a trail. "Shit, now I need more magnesium" e slides down a drainpipe and slips n to the darkness of the underground subway.

 

[poohlive]

Now that looked like a tall glass of trouble. He leaned against the car, taking a deep drag from his cigarette, tossing it helplessly into the street.

"You sure do look dangerous. All curves and smiles. I don't know whether to kiss you or run away."

He wasn't running though. Maybe he was just attracted to danger. It didn't matter, either way he would see just what she wanted.

"I hope there's a chance I can buy you a drink somewhere, get to know you. You didn't happen to see this crime here, know anything about the vampire killer?"

 

[rawkchik]

He seemed like the typical male journalist, at the sight of a woman thinks about fucking first and his job second. He must know something, however, and something was better than nothing to give the prince. Helga created a story and a plan for the night in a split second and was ready to spout as much bullshit as was needed.

"My name Sacha."

She hadn't tried that name in a while. Or the stupid German stereotype.

"I was visiting sister when I saw the man get kill." She didn't see anything, of course, but hopefully he didn't know that. "You're a journalist, no? Let's get drink."

He seemed suspicious. Well on reflection he had a right to be, everything about her at the moment seemed far from normal, but hopefully he was just as desperate for information as Helga. Maybe he'll even tell her whatever he knows if he thinks there's a fuck on the cards. Depending on how she's feeling, there might be. One thing was for sure, he wouldn't live to see sunlight again.

 

[poohlive]

"There we go," He nodded across the street, some low down excuse for a bar that pretty much catered to the bikers and the dykers. A few of them were out on the sidewalk now, scraggly beards, thick leather, nursing very large mugs of beer in their hands.

Ned thought she could be scared off by that, and it would make him very brave and intimidating. Girls were by their nature afraid. The weaker sex, and all that.

He eased her passed the onlookers, into the heart of a seedy bar. Girly posters up on the walls, some more revealing then others. A pool table at the back that had seen better days, low lamps that shed an awful pale yellow light around the place. It was more dark than light, more shadows than anything else. It looked as if someone could be swallowed up in the corners if they weren't careful.

Ned never was.

He ordered himself a big burly mug of ale.

Up against the counter, leaning as if he were as ever tough and ready to go as the place falling down around him, Ned gave his little plaything a playful wink, "Now, you said you were visiting a sister? You didn't happen to see anything did you? A face, a car, something?"

He ha taken notes out from practically no pocket at all. Simply it appeared in his hand, pencil and paper, eager to jot down whatever notes she had.

 

[rawkchik]

The bar seemed perfect. A place that only earns enough to keep purchasing alchohol and continue pumping it into the nomadic clientele. A journalist could get his throat slit and nobody would batter an eyelid, well maybe that was wishful thinking. Once inside, Helga noted how similar it was to the vampire bars she often frequented. This wasn't one of those dives, she prided herself on knowing the location of every non-human club, bar and blood bank in town.

Once they found a spot at the counter, the journalist ordered a drink, for himself. Either work was on the front of his mind tonight or he was just naturally a selfish bastard. Hopefully for any remaing conscience she had left it was the latter. Giving her a wink that managed to be seedy and condescending at the same time, the man with no name began his questions.

"My sister, yes. Saw from outside window." Go on, tell him false information, it won't matter in the long run. "It was a man. Definitely man. He kill other man with teeth. Bite."

Oh how she loved watching him process this information and frantically jot it down. For a personal joke she even made a biting action, he wasn't the only one who could be condescending.

 

[poohlive]

Someone who actually saw it. Now there was a first, and something Saunders would definitely want to know. As far as he'd heard, there had been no witnesses.

The bar keep, a big bald burly man with huge snake tattooes crawling up his arm set down a mug of beer. Ned laid down a twenty, glancing over at her, "Aren't you going to order anything?"

If he got her nice and drunk it might ease the wheels a bit. Maybe those nice lucious legs as well. That twenty could buy a shitload of booze for her.

Those Germans were easy.

"That is great. No one's ever seen the vampire killer in action. We'd always assumed it was just someone scaring people, getting their kick out of renacting some dracula movies."

Either this person was crazy enough to think he really was a vampire, or some other cult freakish fetish was happening. And it was happening on some grand level, because these weren't just little punks getting killed.

"Vampires are territorial aren't they?" He asked her, but it was more for himself. He'd read that somewhere, back in the day of english lit classes, back in college when he still thought he had a future.

Yeah, vampires were very territorial. Almost like gangs. How interesting, a gang of night creatures.

"Is there anything else your sister saw?" He asked, taking a nice drink from his beer.

 

[rawkchik]

"Aren't you going to order anything?" Finally some recognition that she was more than a stepping stone towards a Pullitzer. Helga softly asked for the same, yet listened intently to the man as he gave his opinion on the vampire killer. She also had a soft laugh at his mention of how territorial the creatures of the night are, she was bursting to inform him.

"Is there anything else your sister saw?" At his question, her beer arrived. She mockingly sipped like a nervous animal at a crocodile infested watering-hole. She then, even more timidly, wiped the small amount of froth from her lips. Time to make a move. Helga grabbed his hand which held the pen that had probably caused so many, so much trouble.

"I tell, but want know things. Why man kill people?" So much spin had been applied to the police's info in the press over the past few days, an honest answer was needed. She stared at him for a while, knowing the power her eyes had. They'd made so many people do so many things. One beautiful day, she managed to get one besotted drunk to hang himself.

 

[kittenofdeath]

"What gives them the right to steal my kills?" the pale redhead yells as he sidesteps a train and walks in to a large hole in the wall "im gonna sake is hand, rip it off and beat him to death with it" he climbs down a ladder in to a large room, he goes over to a wall covered in pictures and information about the criminal elements of the big apple, he information on this wall could probably put half of the mob's and gags in the city behind bars if the cops ever got their hands on it. He grabs a red texta from the nearby pool table and starts to put a cross through Miguel Rosario's picture but his hand goes stiff and e drops the texta "guhaaa" e falls to the floor clutching his stomach "ahh, again?!" he drags himself over to the fridge ad pulls a cold pizza from the bottom shelf "sooo hungry" he try’s to eat some of the pizza but he cant, he lets out a wild scream and starts repetitively head butting the fridge before falling to the ground, shaking and swearing.

 

[poohlive]

He finished his beer with a resounding sigh, placing it on the bar and asking for another. He glanced down at his other hand, where she had taken hold of him. Her fingers caressing the back of his hand ever so lightly.

Was this seduction? He hoped so. He closed his eyes a moment, unable to remember the last pleasent touch by a woman.

Why, yes, he could... that would be Meghan Saunders, S A fucking Saunders.

"It was thought to be gang related at first, but after tonight people don't know. The first killing it was thought to be some emo kid on a vampire rush. The second it was some weird new gang retaliation, but this one? This would be the third killing of a third important high level gang member. I don't think it's on group going after another."

He clutched his hand over hers, running it along her arm as he looked up at her, "To be honest, I think someone is going after all the gangs. Sending a pretty fucking powerful message to anyone on the streets. Which fits into this whole vampire territory theory pretty well."

How much did some vigilante want to pretend he had fangs though? Was this some psychological nightmare, or simply means of which to scare someone? He didn't know, he needed to do more research into it, occult, vampires.

"But, you said you had more information," He thanked the guy who brought him more beer, gulping it down as he glanced back at her, "You know, anything you could help me with, I would be in your debt..."

 

[rawkchik]

His words were roughly what she knew already, mostly confirming what the prince was suspecting. A rouge vampire, possibly with a crazy vendetta, causing themselves a whole lot of trouble.

"You know, anything you could help me with, I would be in your debt..." Helga had no more information and neither did he, she also still hadn't decided whether her night could use a good fuck to accompany the certain kill. Freeing a hand, she slid it down his thigh to the only organ this man was good for. She squeezed it, quite roughly infact and loved the reaction she was getting. The guy was in a small amount of pain, but that sure didn't mean he didn't get an erection.

"Want to come my place for breakfast?" God, she wasn't seductive. If she didn't have a slight influence other people, taught to her by the prince, Helga probably wouldn't get half the men to come back with her. She began sliding her tongue over her teeth, displaying her fangs quite clearly. He probably saw, but hopefully didn't care at all.

 

[poohlive]

He felt her passion more than he was moved by her words. He winced, her fingers grabbing roughly what loved to be treated so gentle. He could not help but grow hard as a rock under that touch though, almost without his own knowledge. He smiled, moving closer to her, finishing his beer.

"We could go back to your place," He sighed, she had teeth, teeth that could bite. He watched her rough pink tongue run over them. More than anything he wanted her to bite him, graze those sharp fangs against his neck. He didn't know why, but that fueled him more than anything.

H leaned in, kissing her. A hard kiss, filled with as much passion as he could hold. His lips rough on hers, his tongue entering her mouth, tasting everything, wanting to run over those teeth of hers.

He did, and felt that sharpened edge, almost like a razor. He tasted blood, coming from his own tongue. Salty, rich like acid in their mouths. He didn't stop though, the blood just fueled him on, wanting and needing more.

 

[rawkchik]

The kiss was a complete surprise and intially unwelcome, until she tasted it. Blood. He was bleeding and the liquid was filling their embrace, sending Helga into a passion she needn't thought possible. She grabbed him, pulled him closer, her tongue entering every crevice of his mouth in an attempt to collect it all. There was no doubt he was misreading the signals, his wandering hands all but reminding her where she was. A few more seconds of that and she'd have probably ripped his face off.

"Let's go." She grabbed his hand from off her waist and led him through the bar and out the front door. At this point she needed to be fuelled, sexually and otherwise. The only problem is if they'd have time before instinct took over, meaning she'd have to take up a bit of DIY at home. Helga new these alleyways well and there was less than a minute of wild, blood-fuelled snogging before she located a suitable spot of undisturbed darkness. As she returned to the embrace, pinned against a rough wall that ripped and shredded the back of her suit, she managed a smile. That bar was probably the last place the nameless man will have ever been seen alive.

 

[poohlive]

He didn't even care that they had barely made it outside, barely gotten past the group of cops standing and waiting to clean up a murder. He didn't even register the sharp pain on his tongue, or how she had sucked so diligently against when when she tasted his blood.

He pushed her up against the wall, her hard body coming in contact with his own. Nothing mattered besides the flesh that he ran his fingers along. They came down her breasts, pausing to cup her, pinch at the nipples, and then further down to play along her inner thighs.

They had far too much clothing between them.

He grabbed for her shirt, pulling it from her body. He tugged, growling that it would not come off sooner. Her bra as well. He attacked her breasts when he could finally see them. His teeth sharp against her nipples, tongue lapping and licking wherever he could touch sensitive skin.

 

[rawkchik]

As he undressed her top half in a manner that could only be described as animalistic, a turn on in itself, the journalist really seemed to know what he was doing. It was almost a shame then, what she had in mind... Well, almost. As he began orally pleasing her by licking and sucking her breasts, Helga fiddled with his belt as she attempted to loosen his pants. What he was doing felt nice, so nice that she actually would let him have sex one final time.

"Stop." She mumbled, indicating the difficulty she was having downstairs. Understanding the problem he paused what he was doing in order to complete the task. Helga thought this as good a time as any to pull down the curve hugging remainder of her suit, enough to reveal the red thong she was wearing. She admired how he didn't immediately sense the prize, move the thong over and thrust himself in without any regard for her. As she previously thought, he knew what he was doing. Instead she was again pushed back against the wall, her ass cheeks scraping on the brick behind her. The pain was almost as good any pleasure he could give and made the whole affair that much more enjoyable.

 

[poohlive]

He pressed her against the wall, his hands like mad along her body. They cupped her swelling breasts, ran down her gentle neck, even against her hips and between her legs. His fingers trailing into that thing, slipping it aside, finding the true treasure there.

Wet heated lips to meet his fingers. He moaned against her neck as he felt them. She had been excited, for how long? Had she wanted to fuck him all night?

He hoped so. He hoped she had been knee deep in her own juices waiting for this moment.

He got down on his knees, in this deep dank dark alley. He got to see her beautiful sex, just beyond that small piece of fabric. It had to get out of the way, pushed aside, no further use for underwear as he licked at her. His tongue was more forceful than his fingers.

Her taste filled his mouth, sweet husky scent that drove him into a frenzy. His tongue worked quickly, lapping, licking, trying to catch all of her sweet juice as it ran down. He moved inside, tongue forcing, probing its way, desperate to touch her heated core.

 

[rawkchik]

He really did know how to treat a woman as he gently carressed every part of her heated body. After a while around the thong covered area, he moved the garment aside and touched a couple of fingers to her wet pussy. Helga was wet for a number of reasons and if he fingered her to orgasm there and then, one would be off the list. Instead he fell to his knee's, dirtying most of the garments remaining on his person. That was when he did with his tongue what any fingers could do, but didn't feel half as good.

"That feels good..." It seemed such a silly pornstar thing to say, but it was truthful. The way his tongue collected as much of her rapidly gathering juices as it could before slipping deep inside. It felt so odd, a type of sex she was only used to having with women. Coming from a man, he seemed to be doing better orally than his dick could probably ever do. It was to nobodies surprise that after mere seconds, she could feel an orgasm storming into view. His wondering hands gently brushed her clit, each small connection causing her to squirm uncontrollably. But she had to compose herself. As soon as Helga orgasmed, he had to die. The journalist having no more further uses, having used up info, fuck and food. "Keep going."

 

[poohlive]

He worshipped her dripping pussy. His tongue was wild inside of it, touching everything, reaching as high up into her as he could, licking, sucking caressing. He had turned animalistic, rutting and groaning against her wet sex. Nothing could stop him.

One hand flicked against her clit. He could feel her desire, her orgasm building up inside of her body. He grabbed one of her legs, throwing it over his shoulder, so she could arch up against him and the wall. His other hand found its way to her entrance, pushing inside. Two fingers slick with her desire running deep into her warm wet pussy.

And his tongue refused to stop its torment against her.

"Cum for me," He begged her, beneath her, looking up with lust deep in his eyes, "Cum for me. Cum all over me. Spill your juice all down my mouth. Make me dirty... oh God, cum for me."

He begged, pleaded, his words turning into groans of lust as he dove back into her sex.

 

[rawkchik]

His two fingers couldn't go as deep as some would like, but there thickness and aim was more than enough. Helga had trouble standing at the absolute pleasure of it all, her knee's buckled as his tongue flicked across her clit. Her leg had some how rested on his shoulder and she'd begun to push into his fingers which seemed to be moving at an ungodly speed. The scene couldn't have felt more dirty and damn erotic.

"Cum for me. Cum all over me. Spill your juice all down my mouth. Make me dirty... oh God, cum for me." She stood corrected. His words were spoken quietly, but with a mad passion. It seemed he'd really rather have her cum than himself. She was more than willing to oblige of course. Helga's hips were still grinding on to his stiff fingers when one final brush of her clit sent her over the edge.

She said no words, just a loud scream that slowly turned into fulfilled moans, then breathless panting. The initial shock thrust her chest forwards, so all that touched the wall was her ass and shoulders. Cum sprayed out of her through the cracks between his fingers and her pussy, the sign of a squirter. As if using her thighs as a guide, Helga's juices covered his face, more than pleasing the man before her. But it wasn't completely over, she was still hungry. As he remained on his knee's, licking her cum off of his face, she lowered herself to his neck. Juice still seeped from her contracting hole as Helga showed off her flexibilty, her leg never moving from it's rest on his shoulder. So close now, he'd been great, she hoped he'd taste as well as he fucked.

"Hey! What the fuck are you two doing there?" A cop with a torch at the end of the alley, probably attracted by her screams. How long had he been there? She'd never know, her orgasm had robbed her of any sense, at all. Carrying this guy's body off would have been easy, but two? The new arrival seemed rather large anyway and cops were strictly off limits. Sliding her soaked thigh off of him, Helga cowered in embarrassment. A vampire, caught topless with trousers round her ankles by a human, whilst fucking one as well. She hoped the prince would never find out about this.

 

[poohlive]

Hot damn, it was fucking everywhere. He opened his mouth, catching only a part of the spray. It ran down his face, over his neck. He didn't even realize what was going on until he felt her hot against his neck. He bent it up to her, wanting to feel her mouth, her tongue, her teeth grazing across his skin...

He had to squint at the light as it shined in his eyes. No, he'd been so close. He would have fucked her next, good and hard. Given it to her the only way she knew how. He had been a good lover, always taught to make them cum first, then they were putty in your hands.

She was now putty, and he sighed as he saw the cop coming up.

"Just a little fun," He admitted, getting up from the floor. He hadn't even taken his pants off, his cock throbbing painfully inside of his pants. It was so close to release, he would have made her get down on her knees in this filth to suck him off, before he took her from behind.

Just thinking about it made his cock twinge again with bitter sweet pleasure.

"We had some drinks, came out here, didn't think..." He tried for a likely excuse.

"Do you know someone was killed right over there in an alley not two hours ago? What the hell is wrong with you? This isn't safe, you could have both been..."

Ned nodded, trying the best to look like a dumb fuck who just got caught, didn't know any better. Best to get off with a warning. He watched as Sacha got dressed, those lovely curves of her body hidden back under that fabric.

"Wait, you're Ned Lounds, aren't you?"

Oh, someone who recognized him, this could be good, "Yes, officer. I was investigating..."

"Oh Saunders is gonna love this. You're coming with me." The cop shoved him up against the wall, almost the same way he had done to Sacha a few minutes ago. He felt the cuffs being slapped on him, and his rights being read.

"Come on, the girl and I were just having some fun, do you need to arrest us?"

"Us? No, she's free to go. Have a good night Ma'am, next time go somewhere with a lock, and some walls."

He took Ned out of the back alley. Ned only had time to look back, smiling over at his girl with her cum still dripping from his face.

"I hope you had a lovely time. Call me."

The cop shoved him back to the scene of the crime.

"Hey Saunders... you will never guess what happened. I got a present for you."

 

[rawkchik]

"Wait, you're Ned Lounds, aren't you?" Heck, even she recognised that name. Most cops she'd spoken to only ever reffered to him as 'that pain in the ass'. Maybe killing him wouldn't have been such a good idea after all. As Ned was arrested, Helga held back a smile. She guessed not getting fucked was punishment enough for his existance tonight. Who knows, she might pick up where they left off. His dick as hard as a board and her teeth wrapped around his neck. "She's free to go. Have a good night Ma'am, next time go somewhere with a lock, and some walls."

"Thanks Mister officer." Helga winked at Ned as he was dragged from the alley. Just looking back must of killed him, her breasts were still open to the world and her thong was stuck to the side of her pussy. The cop certainly wouldn't forget this incident for a while.

"I hope you had a lovely time. Call me." Probably wouldn't be the last murder and she'd be at the scene of the next one before the police even knew. They'd see each other again. She pulled up her dirty trousers so they were back, hugging her wet hips and grabbed the cell phone from the back pocket. Helga was the only one who had direct line to the prince. For emergencies of course, she'd never randomly dial just to hear his voice...

"Hello sir." She spoke with a smile whilst making an attempt at putting her shirt back on. Being braless, she felt quite excited talking to the prince in that state. "Don't listen to anything the media says, I fed them false information. Sorry sir... I thought I had a lead. You're right, third crime boss. I didn't get a good look at his body this time. Still could be anyone. We have more chance predicting the next hit than catching them red handed... Okay, goodbye. I love-"

He never said it back and always cut her off.