Under the Nocturne City Moon Pt. 01

He began to fumble with his belt as he sighed. "What the hell...it's a win-win to hear you tell it, doll."

"Smart man." she purred caressing his thighs as he slipped his now fully erect cock from the confines of his zipper. She looked up at him and batted her deep brown eyes and said in a tone that was both sterile and clinical sounding while still positively dripping with raw sexuality, "Cum as quickly as you like, Mr. Dexter." before planting a light kiss right on the tip that made Henry's entire body tense up. "The quicker I swallow the quicker you can continue your investigation." another kiss brought a shudder, "Besides, I'm the sort of girl who takes that sort of thing as a compliment when I'm sucking cock." and with that she simply lowered her head, opened her plump lips and swallowed his entire manhood down to the root in one smooth, breathless motion. Henry couldn't help but shudder in his seat when he felt her tongue begin to flicker around the base of his shaft while her throat muscles flexed. She let out a soft, very pleased with herself little chuckle which he felt vibrate through him as she sucked. At this point she was simply showing off. Letting him know exactly how easily she could keep the length of him down her throat without choking. Satyrs were always sex magicians and they sometimes couldn't help but revel in it.

She was maddeningly slow on her pullback. Making sure he couldn't help but savor the incremental chill of the room's air as his cock was exposed to it in tiny, spit covered fractions of inches as she drew it out of the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue fluttered up the underside of the shaft as she pulled her head back until it began to orbit just the tip when that was the only bit left between her lips. She adjusted her position slightly when she felt his ass begin to lift out of the chair as she swirled the head of his cock with her snakelike tongue and then made a contented little moaning sound as she relaxed her throat and took him all the way down once again.

"Holy fuck..." was all Henry could manage as the light brown bun atop her head began to bob rhythmically up and down in his lap. He gripped the arms of the chair and realized he wasn't going to be going anywhere until he came. Normally he'd never let something this unprofessional happen in the course of his work but he also knew he'd have been distracted by that satyr dame's body the whole time and he'd been around the Fey enough to know the post-shot-in-the-mouth honesty thing with satyrs was on the level. His breathing became heavier as her head rose and fell at an increasingly rapid pace. The doctor seemed perfectly content in her work moaning breathlessly with each wet, slurping bob of her head. Kneading his thighs with her hands which trembled a bit with a sense of eagerness and urgency and making sure to make plenty of eye contact to urge him towards the finish line both by her enthusiasm and the truly divine visual of her smooth, olive toned cheeks hollowing as she sucked her way towards her ultimate goal. One of Henry's hands left the arm of the chair and shot out to grasp one of those magnificent tits that were swaying so tantalizingly as she sucked him off. Lyra let out a surprised "ooooh" or as much of one as she could manage around a very full mouth as his rough hands began to fondle and caress the soft, supple flesh of her breasts and decided to reward the behavior by quickening her pace and sucking even harder.

Her nipples were almost as hard as he was as she sped up the movements of her head and tongue and moved into her "end game" as it were. She'd sucked enough dicks in her time to know when one was about to pop and she could sense just how badly this particular mortal needed to cum. She opened her throat so that she could take him all the way down from tip to root with each rapid fire bobbing of her head and the more forceful grip his hand took on her sensitive breast was all she needed to let her know that she was on the right track. Her nipples turned to rigid little diamonds under his hand's attention and the sensation only made her more vocal as she slurped and moaned her way up and down the length of his shaft. She could feel it throbbing with desire as she milked it towards sweet, sweet completion with her mouth. It practically vibrated on the surface of her tongue and she could feel the pulsing of the blood inside the veins keeping him engorged as she worked him expertly in and out of the furnace that was her mouth.

"Oh fuck..." Henry groaned as he realized any attempts on his part to hold this orgasm back were going to prove futile. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum..."

She pulled her head away with a soft, wet popping sound just long enough to purr breathlessly "Was that not our stated purpose here, Mr. Dexter?" followed immediately by a hungry "MMMPH" as she proceeded to devour his cock once more and began bobbing her head at such a frenzied pace that nobody could have conceivably held back under the onslaught of sensation. His hands continued to massage he breast almost out of blind reflex at this point because at the moment there wasn't a single thought in his head except his all consuming need to finish. It felt like an eternity though in reality it was likely only a few moments of reclining back in the chair while he let the sensations of that hurricane of a mouth wash over him. Lyra moaned in anticipation and could feel his body tensing up as he neared his peak. She kept up her pace to hurry him across the threshold and was rewarded for her efforts by a cry of pleasure followed by a warm, salty flood filling her mouth, mixing in with her own saliva and sliding down her throat as she swallowed with genuine gusto. She kept sucking and didn't stop until she felt his entire body shudder and nothing splash across the surface of her tongue before she languidly pulled her head back up and off of his spent dick.

"There now, Henry. That wasn't so bad now was it?" she teased wiping a few flecks of stray cum from the corners of her mouth in a shockingly dainty gesture. She then looked him directly in the eye and said, mischievously, "Of the three I've sucked to completion in the past 24 hours yours was the second largest though produced the healthiest load upon orgasm." almost as a way of showing that the clock had begun on the post bj brutal honesty phase of the investigation. She rose and put her lab coat, though not her sweater back on as she resumed her perch on the edge of the desk. "Fire away."

"You said you were here last night when the break in attempt happened?" he asked finding his voice once more and putting his dick away. As she replied magical words began writing themselves on the notebook still hovering by his side.

"Yes. It's the reason they weren't able to gain access. The building was aware that I was already on the premises."

"And what were you doing here so late?" he asked.

"I work late quite often but last night I was checking on the growth of some cells clusters we've been trying to get to self replicate with...admittedly limited success."

"Can anybody verify you were here at the time this all took place?"

"The janitor and night watchman can both confirm my presence. I'm known to work in the nude when I know my staff aren't about and Piotr the night watchman likes to watch and pretend I don't notice him."

"And did he respond to the attempted break in?"

"No. I'm afraid unless the intruder had been successful in entering the building or one of our creatures had gotten out no actual alarm would have been raised. As far as the security system would be concerned it had functioned properly and no need for alarm would be warranted. Snooky would simply find the failed entry attempt when she checked the logs when she opened up and let the boss know."

"You said they couldn't get in because you were here."

"Correct."

"Mezzryk told me the arcane access codes were linked to the person directly. Are you saying that if you hadn't been on site that whoever it was might have been able to get in?"

"Not entirely. They'd still require some personal artifact of mine to convince the spell it was me. A hair sample, article of clothing with sentimental value that sort of thing and I'm rather careful about all of those things as evidenced by the fact that our would be prowler wasn't able to get indoors."

"Who else might have been able to figure out or steal your personal entrance code?"

"No one I can think of. Anyone who'd routinely see me entering mine would likely have one of their very own so no need to pilfer mine."

"Unless they wanted someone to think you were the one trying to get in. Might one of your three assistants have an axe to grind?"

"Not that I can think of? Bellana is nowhere near clever enough for that level of subterfuge and Rufus and Moore are quite happy hear as far as I know."

"What makes you say that?"

"They're well paid, the work is challenging and cutting edge and Bellana is something of a perk in and of herself."

"Oh?" Henry asked raising an eyebrow at that revelation. "You said yourself she wasn't too bright."

"She doesn't really need to be for this job. I hired the other two because they're both, despite their quirks and awkwardness, absolute geniuses when it comes to making chimeras. I hired Bellana because she's an empty headed river nymph slut who'll fuck anything she's asked to. Now I ask you, Mr. De...Henry," she corrected with a knowing grin. "In your brief interaction with Bellana, did she strike you as the sort of girl who'd go running to HR just because, say, a coworker felt up her breasts in the elevator or requested the odd handjob after watching her go at it with one of the chimeras?"

"No. I can't say as she did." he admitted.

"And in the real world can you think of any other place where two utter dorks such as Moore and Rufus would be able to put their dicks inside of anything that even remotely looked like Bellana without having to first take out a bank loan for the privilege?"

Henry couldn't help but laugh. "No I suppose they wouldn't. So according to you they're as sated as the beasties in the cages yes?"

"Bellana tends to have that effect on most creatures great and small. I also know for a fact that the two of them have some sort of role playing game they play with some friends which runs quite late and which they both attended last night. At least they talked about it throughout the day. Bellana had a train run on her late in the afternoon by several of our...creations and was exhausted so headed straight home though I can't confirm anything beyond how contented and tired she looked when she departed." she smiled. "She may have the intellectual capacity of a tray of ice cubes but she knows how to fuck and does so love her work. Sometimes I truly don't think she'll be satisfied until she's fucked at least one of everything in creation."

"I may need to ask them some questions and have a few more for you before all's said and done but for now I think all I'll need to get started on my job is the log in/out records and your records from the past few days. Logs of all the critters being under lock and key, that sort of thing."

"Already prepared and should be waiting for you in Mr. Mezzryk's office. You'll see that all of our chimera were in their cells and accounted for at the close of day yesterday and none were missing this morning. If you can find your way out I'll get back to work. I do hope I see you again sometime, Henry."

"You as well, Lyra." He replaced his notebook and rose from the chair.

"Oh and if you require another dose of honesty before you question me again should the need arise don't hesitate to ask." she added with a wink that damned near got Henry up again. Fortunately he kept his composure.

"I look forward to it." he said not lying and made his way back to the elevator. He let out a sigh as it began to take him back towards the lobby which was now empty when he stepped off of it. Mezzryk was still in his office as he'd said he would be. He smiled knowingly when he saw Henry enter.

"So what'd you think of our little Dr. Ploúsia, Dex? Ain't she a peach?" the short, stubby demon laughed.

"She's something alright. Ok, Mezz I'll take the case. Something don't smell right about this you were right about that."

"Good Good. I was hoping you'd say that." he said waving his pudgy three fingered hand and sending a packet of papers and a small baggie of what looked like illusion crystals floating the detective's way. "There's the doc's records as well as files on her whole staff. The crystals are copies of various security monitors placed around the building. They might help. I gave copies to the cops but they didn't say I couldn't provide my own agent with the same. Take a look. See if you can figure out who tried to get in here last night and prove once and for all that nothing got out of my lab either."

"If they thought they had enough to prove something got out you'd already be in cuffs, Mezz."

"Proof in a court of law is one thing, pally. Proof in the court of public opinion is something else altogether and I don't need to tell you what kinda field day the press would have if they thought I wasn't keeping my chimeras properly contained? I want people to associate Chimera Laboratories with safety."

"That might be a bit of a tall order but I'll do what I can to make sure everyone knows you were on the level as far as last night goes at any rate. I'll take this and get started, you know my usual fee."

"Consider it doubled. I want this taken care of."

"Done and done. I'll be in touch when I have something. Night, Mezz." he said donning his hat and tipping it to the demon as he departed.

"Take care of yourself, Dexxy boy. It's a jungle out there."

Once he was on the street he lit up another Brimstone and made his way to the corner to catch the streetcar back to his office. Nocturne City was fully alive now that complete darkness had finally fallen and the streets were abuzz with pimps, whores, hustlers, demons and a slew of other creatures all trying to make it through another Nocturne City night. He closed his eyes on the ride home and reviewed the facts of the case in his mind such as they were as the rumble of the streetcar lulled him nearly to sleep. He was pretty sure Lyra wasn't lying but doubted he was getting the whole truth from her and he was absolutely positive he wasn't getting the whole truth from Mezzryk. One never did from an imp. He stopped at the liquor store on the corner and bought a fifth of bourbon and a fresh pack of Brimstones from the geriatric golem behind the counter and walked the rest of the way down the street, up the three flights of stairs and into the dimly lit hallway where one darkened door near the end read "HENRY DEXTER: ARCANE INVESTIGATIONS" on the frosted glass. A door which he'd closed and locked when he'd headed out to see Mezzryk but which now stood open just barely.

Henry sat the brown paper bag with his hooch and smokes on the windowsill by the stairs as quietly as he could and slowly reached into his shoulder holster and pulled his trusty .38 out flipping the safety off and activating the blood red spell focusing crystal in the grip with his thumb as he did so. He muttered the first few syllables of the spell he was preparing to fling and felt the arcane energy within him begin to stir as he pressed himself flat against the side of the door and gently pushed it the rest of the way open with his foot. No gunshot or spell came flying through the door but that didn't necessarily mean he was safe.

"Dak lo thorakka prestak, draz'lecktor?" said a sultry female voice in the infernal language of the demons which Henry's brain instinctively translated to "(Did anyone ever tell you you were paranoid, detective?)"

Henry recognized both the voice and the speaker and uncocked his gun, replaced the safety and let the charge of the spell dissipate before he replaced it in its holster and stepped into the doorway fully. The adrenaline surge of a potential gunfight faded as a whole new type of dread fell over him. The crimson haired vision which sat in the worn office chair behind his cluttered metal desk somehow managed to stand out even in a town that had the likes of Lyra Ploúsia and Belanna running around in it. Her black spike heeled shoes did wonders for a pair of black silk stocking clad stems that could stop traffic even in a place like Nocturne City. Her skirt was too short and slit so far up the side that it should have been illegal and Henry didn't need to stare to know that this dame wasn't wearing anything but a bra under her black, buttoned sport coat. Her teeth were pearly white and slightly more pointed than a normal humans though not as overtly fangy as a vamp's canines were and made a striking contrast to her blood red lipstick that was almost as vibrant as her well coiffed hair. Two tiny red horns poked out beneath her hair but they were different than Lyra's. This lady was a succubus and her entire bearing screamed DEMON from the bottoms of her fuck me shoes to the tip of her tiny black pillbox hat with its barbed wire brim that perched seductively atop her head.

"Hmph..." Henry snorted after taking in the admittedly breathtaking sight of her. "Trixie Tribulation." he said naming the woman in his chair. "Just when I thought my night couldn't get any worse."

"Oooh naughty, naughty detective." she said allowing a wicked grin to cross her luxurious lips. "Keep that up and I won't help you at all."

Henry waved his fingers and the items he'd left in the windowsill down the hall floated towards them. "Oh no. Whatever would I do then?" he said sardonically collecting them once more.

"So grouchy." she jibed with a leer. "I thought getting their dicks sucked was supposed to put men in a good mood. At least that's usually the case with men who've had theirs in my mouth." she added with a wink. Succubi had an annoying ability to tell when someone had just gotten off and Trixie loved reminding people of that.

"Yeah, yeah magic succubitch powers. Sell that crap to the tourists, doll. How could you possibly help me?"

That earned a throaty laugh that echoed down the empty corridor in the largely deserted office building. "Oh, detective so...so many ways. Ask me really nicely someday and I might show you some of them." she languidly crossed one leg over the other making sure he got a good look at both before continuing. "But seeing as somebody's already had himself a busy evening," her evil smile widened at the sight of Henry's clear annoyance at being reminded of that a second time in a row. "Let's start with something simple. Don't you want to know why your dear old friend Syg Mezzryk is lying right to your pretty face?"