“Ahhhh yes,” she groaned, and I almost blew another load right then and there.
“Not poison cum . . . super cum!” I concluded as I watched one of the most powerful creatures in the school defenseless on the ground before me. In my estimation, what my nuts produced had just become one of the most prized substances on earth.
Even in my post-blowjob euphoria, I could see this was a double-edged sword. If my jizz was like crack cocaine to succubae, then my sex life would be nothing but fantastic. Every succubus would be lining up to get a piece of me. However, just like crack cocaine, there was a downside to something so potent and addictive. I’d be nothing but a commodity, milked like a cow day in and day out. Sure, it would be unbelievably sexy creatures that would be milking me, but that would be my life.
There was little doubt in my mind that a human like me could ever stand up to a bunch of supernaturals that wanted my nut butter. If they wanted it, they’d take it. If I ever wanted to be anything more than a tool, I couldn’t let that beaker get wherever Lilith wanted it to go.
I hurriedly pulled my pants up and grabbed for the beaker. Lilith was still a few knuckles deep in herself, and barely able to move, as I sprinted out the door. I looked fucking ridiculous with my pants in one hand, and a jar of my jizz in the other. Thank god Miller had run off at the first sign of trouble, or I’d have a real hard time explaining this.
***
Vernon watched the landscape pass by as the small caravan of vehicles pulled off the interstate at the sign for St. Vincent’s Academy. It was a sharp contrast to where he’d grown up. North Texas was all flat, open prairie as far as the eye could see. Then there was NYC, which was a monument to the gods of glass, steel, and asphalt. Despite being in the same state, upstate New York was nothing like the city. It was nothing but farms since they’d left Albany, and heavily forested areas full of rolling hills. As summer gave way to autumn, so did the trees start to change and shed their leaves.
The driver of the lead vehicle definitely knew the local area better than the GPS because Vernon nearly missed the sideroad that branched off to the school proper. In fact, if not for the landscaping staff cleaning with industrial leaf blowers, anyone would have missed the winding road up the side of the hill. Tucked behind a wall of trees, a security shack brought the convoy to a halt as the Sheriff spoke to the school’s security staff.
Instinctually, Vernon watched the landscapers. He paid attention to their body language and hands, but everything he saw showed a bunch of guys hard at work trying to fight back mother nature. Vernon was fighting back a bit of nature himself. He couldn’t help but take another deep breath and inhale the scent of the other passenger. The big, black, government-issued Tahoe could seat a fully-armed, eight-man tactical team comfortably; but today, it was just him and Co-Sheriff Becky Wood.
The Co-Sheriff was a position that had been around since the Revelation, and was a necessity for local communities. Vernon had been born a decade after the Revelation, so he’d never seen how things worked before. There were plenty of old timers in his pack back in Texas, and humans in the Response Division, that liked to talk about the good-old days.
Before the Revelation, the supernatural community policed themselves. The mages had their councils that put into place magical edicts bound by oath and sorcery. Shifters had their loyalty to the alpha and pack law, clan law, or tribe law; since a good chunk of the shifter population in North America was Native American. Whatever you called it, the alphas were judge, jury, and executioner for those they led.
Vamps had their covens and enforcers who put down their rogue members with violent precision. The Fae held fealty toward their courts when they bothered to cross into the mortal realm at all. Even the infernal cabals had rules in place to keep their people in line. People might have viewed the infernal supernaturals as hell’s spawn for millennia, but that didn’t mean they were any less organized than anyone else. In some cases, they really had their shit together.
With the Revelation, all of that was thrown into question. As one might expect, creatures that were stronger and more powerful than humans didn’t like to answer to mundane authorities. The justice system as America knew it had to fundamentally change and incorporate these new channels of authority.
Lacking a better term, there was now a separate-but-equal approach to the law in place. Each court, and law enforcement department, had their human lawyers, judges, and officers; while there was an adjacent court for the supernatural community. There was overlap, because there weren’t enough supernaturals willing to serve to have totally separate systems. However, at higher positions of authority – like judges and sheriffs – those were filled with supernaturals. In Hamilton County, that was Becky Wood.
She was a shifter, Vernon knew that much, and had a distinctive feline scent compared to his canine musk. She had the shifter body: tall, lean, and strong. He liked what he saw, and was going to ask her out for a drink once this pointless errand was finished. She caught him looking out of the corner of her eye and
