The Lost Boy Ch. 21

Even now, as he was kissed again by a random wolf, he recognized the same green eyes from yesterday. The Urul he'd ridden yesterday pulled back, watching him longingly. He remembered how much she kissed him after the special time he gave her. Using his power to wring out countless orgasms from her in what was surely the best sex of her life.

He glanced across the table at another Urul, she too gave him a big puppy dog love stare, the six to eight wolves he fucked daily were all given the same offer from him. Mind blowing sex, for a favor. And while they were on the brink of bliss, none of them were able to refuse him.

They all wanted more and seemed to be becoming quite smitten with the young Incubus and what he could do to them. Every single Urul that he had handled was yearning for him to stay with the pack, continue to be their breeding bitch, and take care of their needy dicks. Ian knew that they weren't bad girls, they just followed what their Alpha told them to do. Only, now that Ian had bound the horny little puppies around his finger, all they could think about was sharing his company again. Behind the façade of rude indifference and callousness toward the little incubus, they secretly yearned to please him. Ian seemed to have quite a way with getting into the hearts of dick girls.

He used that to his advantage, using his position of 'weakness' to do a little recruiting of his own. It was critical to his plan that Helle remain unaware of his growing sway over the pack, so he continued to play the role of the helpless, beaten dog in public.

After nearly an hour of their lunch time jamboree, the waitress, whose name tag read 'Helen', finally came over with the check in hand. She looked more relieved than anything to finally be able to send the group off. It was going to be murder cleaning up the numerous dirty dishes and empty glasses/bottles scattered about the once clean table.

"Okay Miss...if that's everything..." She leaned over the table ready to lay the brown leather booklet down with the price of their meal.

Suddenly Helle put her hand out, stopping her from setting the check down. "Ah, ah, ah!" she tutted, "No, no, I won't be paying that check." The Waitress looked about ready to flip her lid, "Not in cash at least..." She turned her head towards Ian.

"What?" Helen asked confused.

"Well? Get to it boy!" Helle snapped her fingers again, "You got five minutes, take her to the back and make this lady cum her brains out." The amber eyed Waitress flinched in surprise, her cheeks burning pink. "You know how favors and shit work as money come on, five minutes and we're rolling out!"

Helen blinked a few times, setting her bewildered gaze on Ian. Her brain seeming to short circuit for a moment before she realized that this biker amazon was loaning out her boy to cover the payment for the meal. She looked him over, dressed in only a skimpy shirt and a pair of shorts whose hemline barely managed to cup his heavy booty.

"Uhh...um..." She stammered.

Ian intervened, suddenly hopping up off of his current lap. "Okay!" He said loudly, "Five minutes, four more than I need." He confidently boasted.

Breathless, the brunette waitress just dropped the check on the floor.

Helen burst through the door leading into the back 'employees only' room. A simple, small office for changing in and out of uniforms or document tracking. She hurried Ian through the door as well and slammed it shut behind them. A large smile on her face and a pink hue to her cheeks, she eyed Ian again, "Wow...it's been a long time since someone paid with their own pet." Her hands quickly undid the ties behind her neck, undoing her apron and throwing it to the side, "Not that I'm complaining of course."

Ian almost wanted to laugh at her excited demeanor. She must've been very stressed and ready to blow off steam after the ordeal she just had to put up with because of Helle. But Ian slowed her down, putting on a slutty façade. He wanted her to enjoy herself.

"I'm not complaining either, not every day I get such a pretty lady to have a little fun with." He flirted. Her blush seemed to deepen a bit as she frantically worked on undoing the belt on her pants, "Relax miss Helen." Slowly, Ian got down on his knees right in front of her, hands resting on his knees as he sat back on his haunches. "You'll be amazed at what I can do in four minutes." Looking up at her with his doe eyes, he opened his mouth, letting his little velvety tongue obscenely trace his lips.

Helen's heart skipped a beat, "Holy fuck look at you..." She undid the clasp of her belt and unzipped her pants. Ian raised and lowered his eyebrows once but otherwise didn't move, letting her get a good long look at his little open mouth and soft welcoming tongue. Her button finally came undone and out she pulled a large ten-and-a-half-inch monster slab of girl meat.

Ian actually was impressed by her size at first sight, and made an open-mouthed cooing sound at the sight of it. The waitress licked her lips and quickly approached, standing above Ian's upturned face and flopped her cock down onto it. Bigger than his whole head, she grinned at the boy, "Fuuuck..."

But, before she could shift her girl meat down to dip it into Ian's mouth, he suddenly raised his index finger. "Ah! Before I suck you off, and drain a months' worth of unborn babies from your big balls..." He started, halting the Waitress in her tracks. "I need you to agree to get a message to my moms..."

An Hour Later: On The Way To The Roadhouse

Liline pressed her boot down on the gas unadulterated anger burned in her purple eyes. At her side, Sin looked equally enraged, but tempered with an eager determination. The two of them were in Liline's police cruiser, followed by another nine cruisers behind them. Travelling Shelters roads in a single file convoy without the sirens sounding off. Wanting to keep a semblance of surprise on their side.

Melody was in the car directly behind them, Cassiel and Samantha in the back seat and the Fallen Angel herself, Agrat riding shotgun.

Liline had called in the entire police force, eighteen deputies total for this. She was fuming and ready to bring down fire and brimstone on the ones who kidnapped her baby boy.

The station received an anonymous tip about where Ian had been taken and that he needed to speak with Liline as quickly as possible. The drive was long, despite the Roadhouse not being far from the station, but eventually they pulled up to the building. Wretches were scattered everywhere. Even from this distance Liline and Sin could smell Ian's influence in the air. They assumed he was controlling them to get the repairs underway, fixing whatever chaos had destroyed the roof and blown off the front of the bar.

They appeared to be using their bodies to sculpt the bar back into place, their muddy essence working to mold the materials and solidify them after being set. "Why is he using his magic to fix this place?" Sin asked upon seeing the reconstruction.

"Probably being forced to by the Alpha wolf." Liline muttered, setting the cruiser into park and unbuckling her seatbelt. She snatched the Sherriff's hat out of the back of the cruiser. She hardly ever wore it except for when she was very serious.

Sin looked at her confused, "Why are you taking that?"

She shrugged, "It's high noon isn't it?" Then opened her driver's side door, stepping out into the parking lot.

Meanwhile, inside the bar, Ian sat at one of the tables off in the far corner. His brother Fenr sat across from him with an antique chess set laid out before them. Some quiet classic rock music playing low on Fenr's cell phone.

"Knight to H3." Fenr said, moving his piece an announcing the move. "Checkmate."

"Ugh..." Ian groaned, at this moment wishing that he had another Werewolf to entertain rather than lose another game to Fenr. Helle was upset that he still refused to submit despite the obvious humiliation she put him through today, so she just left him to his business with Fenr for right now while she tried to think of another plan. And while she did that, Fenr had offered to pass some time with a little game, Except he seemed to be a much better chess player than Ian was. "How do...? Ugh...We need a different game. Do they have like...Life? Or...Betrayal at house on the hill or something?"

"Nope." Fenr replied plainly. "Check."

"Ian?" The half-breed perked up, swiveling in his seat excitedly.. Wretches quickly scurrying away to make room for the powerful array of Succubi approaching the Roadhouse. Liline's boots crunched the few scattered bits of debris as she entered, eyes wildly scanning about until they landed on the familiar figure in the far corner. "Ian!"

In that moment, Ian felt his heart fill with sudden relief at the sight of his loved one after so many days and so much conflict. To see the smile on her face as she rushed towards him, he couldn't help but scramble out of the booth, abandoning Fenr and dashing over to the Sheriff. The two of them nearly crashed into each other, colliding with an overwhelming sense of happiness and love at finally being reunited. Ian threw his arms around her neck and she caught him around the waist, literally lifting him off his feet and holding him in a crushing embrace. The tightest she could manage.

Fenr drew in a breath in and then back out through his nostrils, standing up from the booth as well. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he took one slow lumbering step after another towards the hugging couple. Judging by how close they seemed to be, he was pretty sure he was going to get yelled at for his part in all of this.

Ian's face nuzzled deeply into the nape of Liline's neck, "Oh Mommy...I missed you."

Liline peppered Ian's face with kisses, "Thank God...thank God you're okay." Even she couldn't believe her own words. And this was not the first time she caught herself thanking the Lord for helping bring her back to her Ian. Love was a crazy thing. Her lips smooched all over his cheeks, his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips, everywhere she could kiss him she did, earning the cutest of giggles from Ian. "God...it's only been days but I missed that voice..." Tears brimmed in her eyes until she looked over Ian's shoulder, spotting the figure behind him. The tall muscular man with the wild mane of hair, sheepishly approaching them. "You..."

The tight embraced shared by the lovers slackened, Ian leaning back and looking at Liline in confusion. Quickly he noticed the look of growing rage in her eyes directed at his brother. "Oh...um Liline..." Ian tried to start.

Before he could however, Liline had already set him back down on the floor, not removing her piercing glare from Fenr. "You..." She growled again, moving passed Ian and taking quick, angry strides towards the much taller male.

"Crap." Fenr thought.

Liline ripped her Glock 21 pistol from the holster on her belt. "You mother fucker!" She raised it high leveled with his head, only using one hand to aim it but still needed to raise it up almost comically high above her in order to point it directly between his eyes. "You're with the fucking wolf cunt who took my boy!" She shouted. "I'll fucking blow your fucking head off you fuck!" Her voice reaching an octave higher pitch and screeching with anger.

Unmoved, Fenr stared down the barrel of the gun. Blinking a few times and almost going cross-eyed for a second to look directly into it. Then he couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape, knowing fully that it wouldn't help the situation. Still, the fired-up Sister must've known that the gun would do practically nothing to him and yet she still seemed so determined of her ability to end him..

His light laugh only served to fuel the flaring fire of wrath within Liline's body, her pale face flushing red and her eyes beginning to brighten up to their natural violet.

Only before she could scream at him more, Ian quickly inserted himself into the space between them" Wait! Stop, stop! Mommy...Mommy look at me..." He cupped her cheeks, repeatedly tugging on her face to try and direct her attention away from Fenr and back to him. "Please put the gun away, it's okay. Please, he's okay, you don't have to be mad at him alright? Please Mommy? Please?" He asked repeatedly.

The baby blue eyes Liline had fallen head over heels in love with quickly dousing the flames heating her heart. Se glanced between the target of her anger and the target of her affection, unable to deny him what he asked. His face just seemed to soften whatever hardness there was to her, she could never resist.

So albeit, begrudgingly, she lowered her gun, letting her arm fall limply to her side, then touched her forehead to Ian's. Taking a few calming breaths to try and relax herself out of the whipped-up state.

Ian gave her a smile and lifted his head to plant a soft butterfly kiss on her lips, then a few more on her hot face. Peppering her with soothing kisses and quieting the beast.

Before Liline could return any of them though, Ian was suddenly jerked away from the Sheriff. "Whoa! Mm!" Was all he managed to get out as a pair of thick, kissable lips smashed against his own.

A long demonic tongue slithering down his throat, literally wrapping around his own in an incredibly violating and unexpected kiss. His body bent backward at an angle as he was swept up into the arms of his other mother, Sin.

Her mouth was practically raping his own, invasively sticking her tongue down passed his gullet, licking and tasting the almost forgotten sweetness of her child. Her hands reaching and groping at him, clutching at the smaller boys' body like he was the source of life itself. Her voice moaning with one long 'Mmmmmmm' into his mouth. Liline's eyes whirled in the most annoyed display of eye rolling Fenr had seen in a long time.

Once Sins lips finally disconnected with a sloppy smacking noise, she looked at Ian, eyes pleading, "My Shakar'i...Why didn't you call us? You're...You're not tied up? You should've come home! Or called! Or anything!" Sin's attention then seemed to be grabbed by the pillar of masculinity standing a few feet back behind Ian. Her jaw dropped upon sight of the Greek like God of a man whom she recognized almost immediately...

Fenr was almost startled with the look she gave him, a tough feat in his old age. She just looked at him not like Liline did with rage and wrath, but more like...determination?

At this point several of the other deputies along with the more recognizable faces of Melody, Cassiel, Samantha and Agrat began to arrive. Entering through the debris laden entrance that was the crumbled wall.

"I'm surprised to say I agree with Sin on that." Liline said, stepping back up to Ian's side, still being coddled by his biological mother. "The Waitress told me that you were being held against your will...again. Why didn't you call for me earlier? You could've invoked my name."

Ian shook his head, "Because there's a lot more going on here and I needed time to think about what we had to do." He stood upright, wiggling a bit to get some breathing room away from Sin. "I'm in big trouble, we all are really. But I was being kept prisoner here because-"

"Sort of." Fenr interrupted, moving his hand back in forth in a 'more or less' fashion.

"Shut up you're not helping." Ian quickly shot back, then was about to continue to explain.

But before he could, the back door to the Roadhouse opened up. And through it marched in the Alpha wolf herself, a few Urul accomplices at her back. "Alright boys! Enough game time, I..." She halted. Eyes flicking back and forth around the main room, it was filled with Succubi and other supernatural beings. Not just Ian and Fenr as she thought, dozens of them. Cops too.

There was a stillness that flooded the room, neither side moving a muscle as the opposing creatures sized up one another wordlessly. Ian felt his heart rate pick up as he glanced to Liline again, the anger and blood lust returning to her big beautiful orbs as she spotted the woman who kidnapped and raped him. Helle could too sense the animosity, not only among the Sheriff, but with the other woman beside Ian too. Several of the police officers behind them also began to carefully reach for their guns.

"...You bitch..." Liline grumbled and lifted her pistol again.

There was a sudden burst of movement from everyone, claws coming out from the Urul who all hunched down and bared their teeth. Growling and barking ready to charge. The police officers all drew their firearms, pistols and some shotguns being raised along with their own claws coming out on their end as well. No humans were here to witness aside from Ian, so this was bound to be more than just a regular old gun fight.

"Wait! Nonono! Stop!" Ian tried to shout but his smaller voice was overpowered by lots of shouts.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!'

'GET ON THE GROUND NOW!'

'FUCK YOU SUCCUBUS CUNT!'

Piercing voices yelling back and forth on both sides, Liline's accompanying them. "You fucking stupid wolf bitch!" She screamed, now gripping her pistol properly with two hands and aiming down the sights at the platinum blonde amazon woman. "You crossed the fucking line!"

Fenr and Ian both nearly tumbled to the side with the former helping to catch his little brother's balance. The near force field of demonic energy bursting through the space was enough to take anyone unprepared off their feet. All sides were ready for a bar fight, Ian needed to stop it, and he needed to stop it fast before shots were fired.

"Stop! We need to talk!" He tried to yell, but too many voices covered him. Spouting obscenities and screaming, daring the opposing side to make a move. "Stop!" He tried again to no avail. Even Fenr now was beginning to ready himself, on the chance that this went bad he would have to make a few moves to stop it and to help protect Ian. However, before anything too violent could initiate, Ian balled up his fist, needing to silence this before anyone got hurt, he knew he could. He just needed to show it... "ENOUGH!"

A mild shockwave of his aura radiated from him, kicking up dust and dirt and flinging it to the other side of the room. Liline and Helle's hair flung over their faces as what felt like a strong gust of wind blew by them as Ian's voice boomed loud enough to silence all others. The surge in his energy snuffing out all others for just a moment, then fading away.

'...' The voice was silent...

Now all eyes were on him, the power behind the energy push wasn't enough to knock anyone down, though it certainly could've been if he wanted it to. But that wasn't what he brought everyone here for, "Everyone...put your claws...away...We need to talk." He said, unclenching his fists.

A moment of hesitation went by for all except for Liline, who abided by Ian's request nearly immediately. Shoving her pistol back into its holster, "Lower your guns." She ordered her deputies, quickly following suit.

The Urul as well seemed to quickly begin tucking their claws away at the behest of Ian. Helle did as well, but she looked much less perturbed by this display. "Hmph, had me fooled Ian. And here I thought we were getting somewhere, you and me maybe having something special, and you go and call the cops on me."

"Helle that's enough." He replied, his voice firm, unwilling to continue playing games with her. "We can't keep dancing around this and playing whose got the bigger dick. Shelter is in danger. Our home is in danger." He stepped into the center of the room, speaking out loudly to all the people surrounding him. "The angels are coming, I know it, you know it, and you know it too." He said pointing to Helle and then to Samantha. Catching a quick glimpse at his friend he hadn't seen in a while, Cassiel. For a second he wished they'd been reunited with less dire circumstances but there was no time to complain. "We can't keep fighting amongst ourselves while they're coming to destroy the town and everyone in it. We need everyone to be on board, and work together if we want to survive this. And yeah, I know we're different, we all have different ways of life but we if we live under the same roof, we've at least got one thing in common, and that's that this is our home. We have to work together to defend it."