Friday Freebie with Jack: Peace, Love, & Death #2

Peave, Love, and Death #2

I’d tried my best to keep out of Herman’s business since he dropped the bomb he as working for Balthazar the wizard. In fact, I’d been so strung out, that I didn’t even know what day of the week it was! Unfortunately, that all came crashing down when Herman stumbled into the apartment, bloody and with a set of donkey ears where his regular human one’s should’ve been.

I sat up and focused really hard, making sure I wasn’t high first. “Shit Herman, what the hell happened to you?”

“Well, you see…”

And he went into this long drawn out story about how he messed up a delivery he was supposed to make. The box he’d been assigned to drop off to an Imp apparently had been misplaced. By misplaced, he meant he lost it when he was trying to buy marijuana. Oh Herman…

As he finished the story, all I could do was sigh. “Do you even know what was in the box?” It took everything I had not to laugh at those stupid ears.

“No idea, Graham-ster. I just know when Balthazar found out, he gave me these unchill listening devices.”

Honestly, Balthazar could’ve done a lot worse. It also was kinda funny that Herman had no idea that this shit was weird and he probably shouldn’t be sharing it with anyone. Either Herman was high as a kite (probably) or just was so relaxed that he didn’t even consider this as an oddity (very likely).

I as in a position to help. Not get in too deep mind you, but I could at least help him get the box back and get rid of these ears. “Do you want me to help you go look for the box?” I asked.

High tried to give me a high five, but my hand wasn’t up. “Dude, Graham, that would be killer.” For a guy who had cursed ass ears, he wasn’t even the slightest bit upset.

I grabbed my coat and the two of us went down to where the drug deal took place. It was a dingy little bar called the Seventh Circle. I half expected the place to reek of Brimstone, but it turned out totally human. The surprises just kept on coming.

Inside, we strolled up to the bar. The guy slinging shots looked at me a bit funny. “Whaddaya want?”

Herman had told me the key phrase to ask when I got to this point. I felt like a fool for having to say it, though. “The mouse needs some cheese.”

The bartender winked and pointed off to the side where there was a small black door. “Just knock twice and be patient,” was his only words of wisdom.

So I did. And patient I was. What seemed like an eternity, the door opened and a hand grabbed me. Being dragged into the dark, I was totally taken aback when I could see what was going on. “Death, what the hell are you doing here?”

I knew that voice! “Azrael? Is that really you?”

The light shined down and the salty old angel was standing over me. “Shit, you being here complicates things.”

Considering I didn’t know what things were, I wasn’t sure what to say. “Listen, I’m just trying to find a box for a friend?”

“Herman?”

“Yeah – wait, how did you know?”

Azrael pulled out a box from the shelf behind him. “This is the box that stoner was carrying. Death, it contains a map showing the location of all four seals.”

“When you say seals, you mean –”

“Yep, the seals that would start the End of Days.”

Damnit all, I wasn’t high enough to deal with another Armageddon…

Friday Freebie with Jack: Enter The Crusades!

So, after a 2 week sabbatical, I'm back. I apologize for last Friday, I had a bad flight the evening before and spent most of my day in bed with migraines and such. Today is a new day and we've got an adventure to get back to! Let's see what Death has gotten himself into this time.

Enter The Crusades!: Part 3

Markos was incredibly strong, as all Wrath demons were. I used his weight against him, easing up on my blade. He stumbled forward as his axe slid down Leviathan and to the ground. Thinking I was quicker than him, I tried to attack his prone back. Markos was ready, using the backside of the axe to block it. He pushed me away and stood back up to his full height.

“I’m impressed. I was under the impression your reputation was inflated.”

Hmph, that was rather annoying. “Oh no, Junior. You didn’t just say I was overrated.”

He leaned forward and dug his foot into the broken floor. “I’m afraid I did.”

The Wrath demon came at me again, no fear in his eyes. That was quite the insult. He swung the axe hard and it missed, cracking even more of the floor. I danced away from a second and third blow, patiently waiting for my opportunity. When it came, I was just too far away. Not willing to risk it, I bit my instincts down and didn’t attack.

With his assault over, “Are you planning on avoiding me forever? Come now, you can do more than prance.”

Ohhh, he was really good at taunting. The best taunters are the ones who actually mean each word that comes out of their mouths. If you don’t believe what you’re tellin’, then it comes across as pathetic. Markos was right, if I wanted to keep going, I had to actually do something.

With Leviathan dragging against the ground, I came at him and performed a double jump at the very last moment. I somersaulted over him He hadn’t been expecting the move so it was no surprise when I was able to sink the sharp edge on my scythe into his unprotected back before he had a chance to do anything. From there, it was easy pickings. One more solid thrust into the back of the head as he fell to a knee finished off the impressive Wrath demon.

“Bravo brother.”

“Damnit War,” I said. There, as smug as ever, was my brother. “How long were you standing there?”

He pried his lazy ass off the marble wall. “Long enough to see if you still had it. Apparently, you do.”

The two of us fell in line, walking back towards the exit that led under the mausoleum. Who did this moron think he was, grading me? Ohhh, he was lucky he was my brother or I’d open a can of whoop ass on him.

As we wandered down the stairs, “Did you get all your jollies out watching humans kill each other?”

“It’s been a wonderful battle, brother. You should’ve been there,” he said. Was he reminiscing about a battle that was still raging outside? What a weirdo.

When the stairs reached the bottom, War bashed the wooden door open with the sort of bravado you’d expect from a guy named War. Inside, it seemed Hell had come to Earth. There were two Lust demons, a Wrath demon, and a human witch. The witch, who ironically seemed to be leading the demons in some sort of ceremony, reached out and grabbed a dagger.

Neither War nor I knew what to expect. I half expected the witch to try and throw It at one of us. Instead, she plunged it into her heart, blood spitting out of the wound and on to the demons around her. This was black magic like I was unfamiliar with. As the blood hit the demons, they all began to smoke and burn. Shit – this was a summoning ritual.

A portal opened as the demons fell to the ground dead. A burning pentagram appeared out of their ashes and a figure emerged from the smoke.

“Hello boys,” came a sultry and dangerous voice.

Oh shit – Lilith was here.

Next week we wrap this first adventure up. Have a great and bacon filled weekend everyone.

Jack

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Friday Freebie with Jack #2 - Enter the Crusades!

Who is ready for the second part of our story? I know I am.

Enter the Crusades!

“This place is creepy as hell,” I said to Khloros as we entered.

And not just from the smell of demons. The dead, they were restless here and the Reaper walking in was like an invitation to come out. These souls weren’t properly put to rest. They were given half rites, causing them to be trapped on this realm. My heart went out to them. Eventually, I would need to take care of this.

Unfortunately, that moment wasn’t right now. With War out giving into his need to slaughter things, I was left alone in this mausoleum crawling with demons. And the first batch to slaughter just arrived.

Imps, fifty to sixty imps shot out of one of the tombs along the wall. “Khloros,” I sighed. “It never ends…”

“That it doesn’t, Death.”

Imps are the lowest of the low in terms on demonic hierarchy. Think cockroaches with buggier eyes, really. As the army of imps flew, crawled, flopped towards me, Leviathan joined the party, as well as my celestial fire. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

The blade of the scythe met the first wave of poor assholes as they got into range. The familiar squish and splat associated with popping imp heads filled the air. Khloros, a bit more refined than I was, charged into groups of imps, using his hooves like a fighter would use his fists. He was getting pretty good at that.

The imp slaughter went on for a bit longer. I’ll save you the glory details, but the residents of the mausoleum weren’t pleased that their pristine marble home was being covered in guts, slime, and black, tar-like blood. Oh well, they were dead, they shouldn’t even be here.

As the last imp was sent to the Pit, someone began clapping. “Bravo, what a spectacular show put on by a wonderful showman.”

There was a stairwell that led down, deeper into the tomb off to the east end of the building. That’s where our new friend had risen from, a very large Wrath demon. “I aim to entertain,” I replied back with some snark.

“Forgive me, horseman.” The Wrath demon gave me an exaggerated bow. “I am General Markos, liege to the Arch Demon Baal.”

Great, this just wasn’t any old demonic shindig, this involved Baal. To give you an idea, Baal’s feared even amongst the angels, second only to Beelzebub in Lucifer’s fallen court. If he was here…

“My master sends his regards to any who try to oppose his plan,” Markos went on. “That would seem to include you, Reaper.”

Knowing an Arch Demon wasn’t underground waiting for me, I felt a little better. Still, I had a very impressive looking Wrath demon to take care of. “It’s a shame your master sent you. I do hope you enjoy your journey to the Pit, courtesy of yours truly.”

He unhooked the axe on his back and with my scythe, the two instruments of killing met in a shower of sparks.

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As always, come back next Friday and we will see what old Death gets himself into once again. Until next week!

Oh and make sure you check out Morganna Williams and her blog, as her Friday Freebie will be up later today: www.morgannawilliams.com

Jack

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Wip it Up Wednesday - The Electric Mile!

An Excerpt from the upcoming release, The Electric Mile

There was a lot of talking between the two girls. Ira had thought Ali was kidding with her plot to bring a user over from the real world to fight against Zeus Industries. Now that I was here, she was halfway to freak out town. “I know you talked about doing it, but seeing how he’s here… Oh my God, what if they find out?”

“Draxler was after me, not Vector.” How she knew that, I wouldn’t know. “He’s a secret for now and he’s already finding his way. In no time, we’ll be able to finally bring down Zeus Industries and live in this world in peace.”

She crossed her arms over her huge boobs. “You were always so reckless, Ali.” She then smiled. “I wish I had your wild streak.”

Ali got up and walked over to the door. “I’m going to talk to Norad. Can you keep Vector safe for me until I get back?”

Her face darkened, “Norad? That’s a lost cause right there.”

Ali grimaced at Ira’s opinion and shrugged her shoulders. “I have to try.” Her last glance was saved for me. “Stay with Ira and follow her lead. You’re safe here, so long as one of us is with you for the time being.”

I gave her a quick head shake and she left as quickly as we came in. No sooner did Ali leave than I was being swept up by Ira. “You must tell me everything about yourself! A real player, in the master file with us? How exciting!”

My life wasn’t nearly as exciting as what was currently going on, but I did my best to fill her in. I told her about the garage I lived in and even that my real name wasn’t Vector, that it was Ash Wilde. When she heard that she squealed with joy. “Does Ali even know you’re outside name?”

I’m sure she did if we’d been connected as she told me. “If she does, she doesn’t use it. She only refers to me by my gamer handle of Vector.”

“Then allow me to use it, Ash.” There was something very seductive about her smile. “It’s been a long time since I talked to someone as interesting as you.”

Ira got even closer to me, her massive chest pressed up against me. It was very hot and erotic. “Well, you seem like a very cool girl.”

In one swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head. In a flash, her hand undid the bra that held those mammoth globes in place and they flopped down, landing on my shoulder and arm. For the second time since coming to this world, I was in a spot where my mind wasn’t thinking clearly. And in a good way. I bit down on that big nipple that was lying there, waiting to be taken.

She let out a soft moan and I did the same to the other. Soon I was working both of them, rapid back and forth motions trying to keep pace. Her hand reached down and felt my hard-on through my jeans. She unzipped them and pulled it out of the boxers holding it. She began to stroke it so fast that in no time, I was cumming all over her skirt.

Before I could apologize, she did something so hot that I was back in the game. She wiped it up with her finger and plunged that digit into her pussy. The moan that escaped her lips was the perfect amount of pleasure and tease. Her hand hadn’t let go of me, so it began to fill her fingers once again as my cock hardened back up.

“That was a very naughty boy. Don’t waste this precious stuff on my skirt when you can put it in here.” She guided my hard love member into her already wet folds. I slid right in like I’d been meant to fit in there.

Half standing and half leaning, Ira was in total control from this angle. Her heels made this the perfect height for our little romp and she was having the time of her life. With each thrust downward, her eyes got a little bigger, rewarding me for getting hard quickly again. I looked down and saw a nice tuft of blonde hair around the lips. I loved girls with some hair.

I felt a twitch in my leg. It was coming on fast. “I hate… to ask… but is it safe… to cum inside?”

“I don’t knoooow,” she half moaned in my ear. “Do it anyways.”

Her throaty voice made the choice an easy one. If there were to be consequences, damn them. I arched my back a bit and felt the rising tide about to erupt from my erection. As soon as it did, her vaginal walls began milking my cock for all it was worth. Cumming inside of her felt so good, like this was a vagina meant for me.

The moment we both finished, I slumped over, tired from all the exertion of the day. I was still inside her as she ran her hand over my eyes and whispered, “Sleep well, Ash. We still have a lot of time left to play.”

 

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I woke up to the feeling of a hand gently stroking my cock. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ira sitting beside me, massaging the full length of the shaft. “Wakey, wakey sleepy head.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Not too long, maybe an hour? Ali came to check on you and was pleased that you were resting. She wanted me to tell you to keep that up and she’d be back in a bit to take you exploring.”

I was excited to see Ali again, yet I wasn’t disappointed to be left alone with Ira for a bit longer. There was just something so amazing about the girl. “I guess I’m in your capable hands until she gets back.”

The soft palms of her hands continued their task at keeping me turned on. I hadn’t really noticed what color her eyes were until now, as the deep hazel color was locked in on me. “I hope you don’t mind, but I really need some more of what you’re giving.”

What guy would mind an insanely hot chick wanting him to fuck her brains out again? Especially an insanely hot chick who probably had a submissive side. Oh yes, I could tell.

I pulled Ira down gently, allowing her skirt to ride up and expose that precious ass of hers. Unlike Ali’s, which was firm and toned from being a warrior, Ira’s was soft, plush. I liked it much, much more. I started slowly with a gentle tap, just hard enough to gain her attention.

“Ash!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Did you just spank me?”

“Yes I did.” I spanked her just a bit harder. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No sir!” she answered with the right amount of husk in her voice. The way her voice squeaked was so hot. “I just wanted to make sure I was pleasing you.”

Oh she was, for sure. I loved to hear the crack of that ass under my palm. I gave her two more, which produced even sexier, kitten-like squeals. Ira was mine and we’d barely just begun.

Unlike Ali’s ass, which went red right away, Ira’s held up under the tingling swats I gave her. This one was going to be a challenge and I loved a good challenge. With a few more well-placed moves, that luscious white skin began to turn pink.

Another difference was the way her ass had some jiggle to it. I was mesmerized with the movement each time my hand came across. It was making my very hard member even that much more turned on. I took a mental picture of this perfection.

I couldn’t help myself, I continued to spank her. She cooed with acceptance. “My life has been programmed to be a servant and I am yours.”

“Not a servant, a partner,” I corrected her.

The way we were laying, she continued to hold on to me as I reddened those cheeks up. When I thought she was sufficiently under my spell I said, “That beautiful mouth of yours would do such a fine job on my cock.”

She didn’t even need to say anything. Her red lips found their way to the hardened member and went to work immediately. Every so often she’d look up at me with her pretty eyes, almost as if she needed my assurances. She received them.

I wasn’t going to finish in her mouth. Oh no. She deserved much better than that. I took my hands and guided her face off my cock. “I think we both know where this needs to go.”

“If that pleases you, it most certainly pleases me.”

Not knowing how much longer I could’ve lasted under those skillful lips, I slid into her awaiting hole, eager to accept me once again. Unlike Ira, who was determined to wait for me, her inner needs weren’t so passive. The muscles of her sweetness began contracting around my shaft, working it over and over, wanting nothing more than for me to finish inside her. Who was I to say no?

The time came to unload another round of liquid passion deep inside her digital womb. Her eyes practically begged me to finish the job and without hesitation, I did. Over and over again, squirting with each thrust into her. It was pure magic.


Jack
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Incoming: Friday Freebies

As some of you may know, I have two writing mentors. Morganna Williams, who has helped me in so many ways, does a free Friday short story each week. After a good conversation with her, and some emails asking for more info about Derrick's and Roxanne's past, I think I'm going to start up that segment, too.


We're going to kick it off this week by going back into Death's past, well before he was even Derrick Grimm (or Graham Reeper for that matter). These shorts will be little mini series, so it won't be an adventure per week, but rather over three or four weeks. I hope you enjoy the new segment, as this will also make me blog a lot more often.


Keep it real team,


Jack
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