Chronicle - Mel and Chris Ch. 02

The woman had a microphone but held it down along her thigh, as if to indicate it wasn't being used.

"Hi," a modulated voice, smooth and just above Mel's timbre, without the demon's usual bit of rasp, "I'm Cat."

Sam and Mel turned when they heard footsteps behind them to see Anna and Bobby.

"There you are, my Amazon friend," Cat said, "I found you."

"I am here," no change in her intonation although a broad smile, "and this is my Bobby."

"So," Cat, apparently, said, speaking to Mel and Sam, "we've been gathering Halloween festivities from all age groups. Anna's a friend of mine and mentioned you all, would you mind if we caught some footage?"

Sam's mind reeled, Anna had been in town barely over a month and knew TV people? She'd never heard a Valley lifer like Chris ever say he knew TV people here. Sam had been in town over a year and barely even watched the local TV so had no idea who this Cat might be.

Chris trotted up to the group, a few others had spilled out the side door and Sam could see what appeared to be everyone else stare through the now-open front door or the front window.

"They want to film us," Mel said to Chris, who scrunched his face then nodded.

"Ok," he said, then he turned to Cat, "I'll put it up to a vote. If everyone agrees, come on through I guess. Just don't get the outside of the house or ID our house number, ok?"

"That'll work," Cat said, her cameraman nodded as he stood behind her.

Chris nodded then turned and spread his arms to ask people to gather, the mass agreement was easily discernible by the group near the van. Sam and Mel shrugged and turned to head inside, followed by the TV crew.

"We'll start as we walk into the front door? I'll stand alone just inside it, do my intro, he'll come in as I back up and I'll ask people to introduce themselves? No need to use real names on camera if you don't want to, it's Halloween! Mac has release forms in that satchel, anyone we film needs to sign one, your real names, but we won't broadcast those unless you use 'em on camera."

"Anyone not wanting to be on camera can head to the basement?" Chris asked Cat, who nodded.

"Oh, you, demon?" Cat said, Mel turned just outside the doorway, "We definitely hope we can get you and this angel together?"

"Fine by me," Sam said, then she held up the looped leash attached to Mel's waist, "and you need to get her with her leash on her prey!"

Chris smiled tightly at that. Sam wondered if his parents or his sister watched KPUD. Or any of a hundred other relatives did.

Anna

Anna and her barbarian stood at the back of the large upstairs rec room as Chris turned the big screen TV to the 10 pm KPUD news. Almost everyone else was sitting or standing and cheered a bit. It had apparently been a slow news day as "Cat's" report had been teased a couple of times. After the depressing weather report elicited groans it was on.

Anna felt the anticipation grow as "Cat" surveyed children's parties but a cheer went up when the Wizard and the Elven Queen appeared, Cat congratulated them on the imminent arrival of their "beautiful elven baby!"

"And now," the costumed reporter continued, "has this succubus captured her prey?"

An even bigger cheer as a beaming Mel stepped into frame leading the leashed, smiling Chris, the camera worked hard to convey Mel's long legs and luscious body without straying into an R rated segment, his tautly defined body clear to all, his apparent excitement as well. Her slightly sideways stance showed off her wings and her tail but only just obscured her rouged nipple and areola.

"Or can this sweet angel rescue him?" Was Sam's cue to take Chris's arm opposite Mel wearing her own beaming smile and only moderately more covered. She'd even put the white high heels back on for her cameo and walked smoothly enough in them, angled to show one feathered wing and a bit less rounded breast.

The segment ended as the camera panned across everyone as Cat said "from somewhere between heaven... and hell... this is your Cat reporting on Halloween."

"But does he WANT to be rescued?" someone said amongst the cheers, causing the noise to jump once more.

Anna noticed as the cute, curvy redheaded angel looked at her as if she was going to say something, but she just shrugged and went with Teresa to join the crowd and teased Chris. The other girl, this Mel, had done wonders with her costume, Anna thought, perfectly in tune with what her studies of the myths and the stories of her ex-lover had put in her mind a succubus should be. Anna smiled a bit at the thought that THIS was the girl's natural form, the sexy, ebullient whirlwind that her barbarian was so in love with was the disguise. She'd learned early in her education to recognise that emotion in one who was her lover, THAT was her test, convince him to move those feelings to her. It was a good start so far she felt. And she had plans.

In addition to the housemates and their partners there were only a handful of others still at the party as the Barbarian and the Amazon said their good nights a bit before midnight, most had taken their leaves after the news report. Anna had enjoyed meeting everyone this evening and was quite impressed with the efforts many had gone with what they wore, she knew they couldn't simply transmit pictures and have a perfect costume delivered. She knew that was cheating but Jayne had convinced her that was the only way she'd get something to fit properly. Jayne had no such problems, her proportions perfectly in line for her catsuit. Her one order to Anna had been to refer to her only as 'Cat.' Easy enough as they'd hardly spoken, and as it turned out Anna and Bobby were only on camera for a moment during the final sweep.

She'd watched Chris and Bobby move the mostly-empty kegs in their containers into the garage next to two motorcycles. The CO2 cylinder would keep it fresh for tomorrow night after racquetball. She'd agreed to attend but said she'd decide after watching whether to play or not on another night, athletics hadn't been a big part of her life she claimed.

She leaned into Bobby's muscular shoulder as they strolled down the driveway and along the sidewalk to her car. At the car he lifted the broadsword in its scabbard over his shoulder by its strap and set it in the trunk, she pushed it closed softly to not disturb the neighbors. She held Bobby's hand as he stepped over the curb onto the grass alongside the rear of her car, she nudged him and he turned to face her. His arms went around her shoulders as she reached around the small of his back. She leaned in and he returned the sentiment, his kiss hard, she moved a hand to his chin and guided him for the second round, as she remembered being taught in her turn.

He didn't fight her, as she hadn't fought then.

Their mouths worked into a firm but not overly hard meeting, their tongues made slow but steady acquaintance, he must have decided the best course was to let her lead and reply in kind. She didn't mind. She was desperate for this contact but she knew best would be to build this to a hopefully inevitable crescendo. She rubbed the exposed parts of his chest and stomach, muscles hard beneath slightly goose pimpled flesh in the air that had finally cooled. His hands were up and down her bare back, seemingly unaware or uncaring that her skin failed to respond to the chill air as did his.

Or maybe it was her thigh that rubbed against the firm flesh in his loincloth that prevented him caring. She knew the overall body size of a man didn't mean every proportion might match but in this case it appeared it would.

"Ready for your ride home," she said softly, but without other inflection, "my sweet barbarian prince?"

"I live alone, my red, white and blue Amazon," he said with more inflection, "no housemates to trip over and disturb."

"Good," she said as she nudged him to the passenger door and produced her key from a hidden pouch, "because I'm going to make you scream."

She pressed her left ass cheek against the hand that was gripping it as they kissed one last time before he folded himself into the passenger seat, he reached across, unlocked her door as she walked around and got in. The thrum that she so loved followed as she turned the key, his left hand rubbed her right arm and hand as it handled the stick shift and she pulled the car slowly away, making as little noise as possible but this car refused to pass unnoticed.

Sam

Sam slipped quietly out of bed, tried to not disturb a sleeping Teresa. The digital clock said 1:15, a raucous bout of sex hadn't knocked her out. She licked her lips and tasted her lover again, smiled, but Mel's earlier unease had infected her and she decided water would be nice. There was enough light to allow her to see a t-shirt in a pile of clothes, she lifted it and sniffed, it was one of Teresa's. It fit her much curvier body quite snugly but was long enough to allow minimal modesty, Dave had crashed on the sofa on the main level, too drunk to walk home easily but had refused the offer of the upstairs fold out bed.

She slipped out and quietly closed the door, went up the first flight of stairs and noticed the glow at the top of the next flight, a quick check she heard Dave's light snoring. Out of the basement the house still held some of the day's heat but she heard the wind outside that heralded the coming change. Were Mel and Chris still awake?

She filled a large, plastic cup with water and padded barefoot up the carpeted stairs, there was indeed light in Chris's room. She took a deep drink then tapped on the door.

"Chris? Mel?"

A heartbeat. Mel's voice, just audible.

"Come on in Sam. We're awake."

Sam opened the door slowly and stepped in, the overhead light was off but both side table lamps were on. Mel and Chris were both sitting cross-legged on the bed and Sam swallowed as she took in the scene.

Chris was naked, save for his choker which had the leash attached. Black fingernails blindly wrapped the other end of the leash around his obvious erection and rubbed it. Mel's shoes were discarded by the side of the bed but she still had her stockings and skirt on, her position gave Sam a clear view of her pussy with its tuft of black hair. She was naked from the waist up, except for her half-hidden horns. The hand not playing with Chris had hold of her devil's tail and was idly caressing her own right nipple with the triangular tip. Chris's right hand made a circuit as it rubbed up her thigh and along her pussy. His other hand managed a set of papers spread on the bed that both sets of eyes seemed to study. His chest had what was apparently a permanent diamond outlined in dark blue, a fine tracery of red lines still looked like a soccer ball.

"Oh, hey," Sam said, "not disturbing anything am I?"

Mel looked at her and smiled broadly and seemed to shake the hard penis in welcome.

"No, angel, in fact we could use your advice. Let me have a sip of that water and sit."

Chris looked up and smiled too as Mel indicated a spot alongside Chris with the devil's tail. Sam raised one eyebrow but closed the door quietly and walked over. Mel dropped the tail to take the cup as Sam sat herself on the bed. She hesitated for an instant then shrugged and sat cross-legged, Mel smiled and her tongue touched her lips for an instant as Sam simply let the t-shirt rise to expose her matted red pubic hair, bushier than Mel's despite her having picked up the trimming habit from the demon.

Help me," Mel said as she touched Sam's right hand with the leash, pulled it to Chris's prick. She followed the leash and felt the hard flesh as it jerked slightly at her touch. Mel's hand and the leash joined hers. Mel took a long drink then handed the cup back to Sam's left hand and grabbed her tail again.

"So, uh," Sam stammered slightly, "what's up."

The papers had yellow highlighting but were otherwise some sort of incredibly strange text that had way too many parentheses and words like 'car,' 'cdr,' 'cons' and such.

"What is this stuff?" Sam asked, utterly perplexed, occasional words in yellow highlighter like 'Carole,' 'succubus,' 'green,' 'buzzy buzzy,' just made it more confusing. Another piece of paper had two lines of neat, cursive writing on it but was otherwise empty.

"It's LISP," said Chris, "a computer language."

"Take his word for it," Mel said, "and don't ask him to explain. PLEASE!"

A snort from Chris.

"We need to know if we're insane," Mel said, her tone of seriousness one that gave Sam pause, "after meeting Anna tonight."

"Anna? She seemed, well, yeah, she's an odd one. But I think she and Bobby are going to make the most gigantic children the world has ever seen."

Sam hoped her jocular comment would lighten the mood but if anything it had the opposite effect on two of the three people she'd come to love more than any others. Their smiles went slightly grim.

"That's actually what we're thinking might happen," Chris said, "actually, worried that's what will happen."

Sam's turn to stare at first one, then the other, serious expression. She just shook her head slightly, her mouth open, unable to work out words to use.

"Ok," Mel said, "you know we believe it was an alien satellite that crashed?"

Sam nodded.

"And that CS guy Peter was kidnapped by those same aliens? That Carole was one or working for them?" Another nod.

"Chris has been working with code Peter wrote, and I told you he stuck in comments about 'green eyes' and 'Carole' and stuff?"

"Yeah," Sam said, she pointed to papers with her free hand, how Chris was still hard was beyond what she thought she knew about cocks, though she didn't consider her knowledge extensive, "oh, ok, this stuff."

"Yup," Chris picked up the story, then nodded at the handwritten page, "but that paper there is supposedly from something they found in the crash."

"Jess...," Sam said slowly, before turning her eyes to the paper, "at the park."

Chris nodded. The writing was easy to read.

'Carole's crazy green eyes.'

'Tall. So pale. Green eyes.'

"Tall, pale. Green eyes. Green... eyes...," Sam said slowly, "tall, pale, with green eyes."

She looked at Chris then Mel, their soft smiles invited her to join them in insanity.

"It was supposedly written in English, on some sort of flat computers made out of glass, or something like that. Not like anything we have on Earth. Peter mentions lots about Carole and her 'crazy green eyes' in his code but we know she wasn't much over five feet tall."

"But," Sam said, then she took a breath, "but Anna's tall as fuck, pale as a ghost... And when you took that picture of her and Bobby, the green when your flash went off was, um, crazy."

"Yeah," said Chris, "I can't wait to develop those pictures."

"We'll make sure she and Bobby get their 8x10," Mel said with a smile, Chris chuckled.

"One other thing," Chris said, to get a nod from Sam, "you heard Dave say Peter had a Boss 351 Mustang. Different color, he told me more about it. That color of Anna's car isn't factory, well, I don't think it is, but it's definitely been repainted, missing some stripes the originals had. I have a relative who I can call tomorrow. He'll know. Our misspent youths as motor heads. There weren't that many Boss 351s built back in 1971, they were pretty prized. There can't be that many still around after fourteen years."

"Are you saying that was HIS car?" Sam exclaimed.

"Maybe," Mel said, "one advantage of too many relatives. Dave and Roger say Peter didn't have anything to do with his family so maybe they didn't keep the car."

"You two think Anna's an, um," Sam's mind simply stopped, she wished she'd had much more alcohol, she'd be passed out right now, "you think she's an... an alien???"

"Like we said," Mel took a slow breath, Chris just smiled with a crooked head turn at her, "are we insane?"

Sam licked her lips, felt Mel's fingers and they both squeezed Chris's cock and rubbed each other, as if reaching for comfort.

"Do you believe the note?"

"Yeah," Chris said, "Jess said she overheard her father. She also said he's scared as fuck. So is she, thinks we might be able to help. And it has to be someone with insider info, even most of Peter's old workgroup haven't read his code, wouldn't know about 'green eyes' and the like."

"And you two aren't going to forget about this?"

Both Mel and Chris looked at her, their mouths tight for a moment, then their faces lightened and they looked at each other.

"It's our satellite," Mel said, "well, the crashed one is mine. The two still up there are ours even if no one cares anymore. As I've mentioned, Black Cloud here crashed the one so he could get his cock up my ass. Too bad he got carried away and blew up that star too!"

Sam felt the insanity as it tried to seep into her brain as Chris snorted and leaned into Mel, the tip of her devil's tail pressed lightly to the twitching head of his prick.

"Why would aliens," Sam tried to keep the insanity at bay, "like Carole and Anna, be here? In secret? What do they want?"

"Isn't that obvious," Mel brightened even more, "they want our men. They're going to outfuck us human women until all of the men go to their side and they take over the earth. Might be fine with Teresa but I'm not quite of the same feeling!"

Sam started to laugh, thought that this was all an involved joke, but even though Mel was smiling her tone wasn't entirely jovial.

"You're serious, aren't you," Sam said, another open mouth moment as Mel raised her eyebrows and they both nodded.

"Lots we don't know yet, so we'll just keep an eye on Anna... while I'm sure she's keeping an eye on us," Chris said as he gathered the papers into a pile and Mel stood, took them and took the water cup from Sam and delivered it all to the desk a few steps away. Then she returned, got onto the bed on her knees, lifted the still attached leash.

"So, I'm going to demonstrate to this one that a human woman fucks better than any alien ever could. Why don't you sit on his face while I do that, unless..."

Mel pushed Chris onto his back just behind her, Sam's mouth dropped open as she understood what was being offered. She bit her lower lip. She shook her head slightly as she lifted her t-shirt off and Mel smiled and pulled her tail around to wave it at her as if to confirm the agreement.

Mel helped her balance as she straddled Chris's face, leaned forward a bit as she felt his tongue run the length of her slit, Mel straddled his crotch as she lowered herself and pushed his shaft into her body, her mouth opened by degrees as it achieved full penetration, she stopped and adjusted. Mel leaned in and kissed Sam deeply and slowly as three sets of hands worked at two sets of tits identical in shape, Mel's large, reddish-black shadowed nipples the contrast to two firm but smaller pink buds.

Mel ground her body on Chris and pumped vertically, paused every few strokes to allow him to use his strong thighs to pump up into her. Sam moaned as she admired his impressively skilled tongue. Especially for a boy! Mel's and Sam's tongues fought for dominance. Sam changed the game and reached down to finger Mel's erect clit as her fingertips felt the moisture running down Chris's pumping shaft. Mel returned the favor and she felt her third orgasm of the night coming. She squeezed Chris's head with thighs and groaned into Mel's mouth as the she came, the demon lifted and Chris sped up his pumping, she heard him moan.

As he was at the bottom of a pump Mel released Sam's mouth and half-leaped off of him, at the same time she turned sideways and put her hand on the back of Sam's neck as her eyes opened. She saw Chris's wet, gleaming cock, then Mel's demonic smile as she pressed on Sam's neck. Her climax-fogged brain didn't consciously understand but she obeyed.