Bezekira, more commonly known as hellcats are similar in appearance to one of the great cats among the animals, the panther. Aside from how the average Bezekira is larger, the glow of their eyes and the serrations of their teeth and claws. They and the hellhounds are the notable animals of the infernal host and while capable of speech tend to be silent. Bezekira are adept at stealth, shadow magics, tracking and rift running.

Kythia

The rest of the pack and me follow this equivalent to a denmother? I don’t like her smell, she is full of deception. We walk down the street before entering a building, where Miranda after motioning us to stay goes over to a counter to talk with another woman.

I could have listened in on their conversation, but I am otherwise distracted by the promise my mate made last night and my own to Moonlight Runner.

“Three” I hear Abagail answering a question I was not paying attention to.

I look back to the counter to see the woman there frown, “I don’t see why you would need that many rooms.”

I don’t want to go through the hassle of arguing with this innkeeper over rooms and price like Talia had so often in the past so I pull the satchel off of her shoulder.

Inside of it I quickly find what I am looking for, the green papers that my mate said we’re the currency of his people. I grab a few of them each with a different ruler's head and pass the to the woman, “the three best, alright?”

The woman nods before doing something with the letter filled rectangle before a glowing box. After which she passes us three thin squares and I hold one up to sniff it. Everyone but my elven packmates give me a weird look. “That’s a key” Abagail mutters softly, quiet enough that only the elves and me would hear.

I don’t get how this is supposed to be a key but there are many strange things in this land. Maybe it is magic, or the electricity stuff my mate talks about sometimes.

No matter how much I look at this ‘key’ I was unable to find out how to use it until Abagail had guided us to the rooms.

I watch as Abagail opens the door for the key she took by sliding the thin rectangle through a hole attached to the door. Mirroring her actions a green light flashes above the hole and the door unlocks.

Once I enter the room itself I cannot help but smile, never have I seen a bedroom of this size, or furnished so lavishly. To the left of the short hall leading in, there is a bathroom.

My pack sisters follow me into it. What we find inside brings a smile to each of our faces, a tub mounted into the floor that could hold all of us surrounded by what seems to be various oils and soaps.

Adrian

It is several minutes after the departure of General Fuller that my mother calms enough for us to leave. Following a sigh my mother asks a question.

“Do you know where they are having us stay?”

“No, but I can find them.” I respond before reaching out and warping my perception to find life similar to my own.

It is not too long before I feel a piece of me nearby, I don’t immediately find the life forces of my brothers. They are there but they lack something I can feel in myself and my mother. I guess I inherited something they didn’t then.

I reopen my eyes, now with a rough idea of where the others of our band are. I don’t say anything and just start walking out of the building and then down the street further into the city.

I enter the first building with the words hotel included in it’s name. Then ignoring the strange looks I was getting from the people in the lobby and my mother’s questions I go to the stairs.

I stop climbing and turn back around halfway between the fourth and fifth floor, I went too far and the distance between our destination and me started increasing.

Soon after turning around I am standing at the end of a hallway, a door before me and to both my left and right. I point to my left, “Anthony and Frank should be in that room,” then pointing rightwards “Abagail is behind this door.”

I could not really tell who was who from their life forces, but I didn’t think they would have divided themselves up another way.

All three of us knock on the doors, my mother and Bryan are quickly answered and let into their rooms. With a sigh I start to try to figure out a way to open the door.

It’s an electronic lock so I can’t just pick the lock, nor can I manipulate electricity to send the open command since I don’t know how to speak any programming languages.

Would it unlock if I removed all the electricity running through it? I don’t know so I knock again louder than before.

After a few more minutes, I am still unanswered. They are probably doing something, and can’t hear my knocking. Maybe I can take the lock out of the door?

I take a close look at the metal bits between the door and the doorway, the part that actually holds the door closed and try Translocation Grasp on them.

I look down at my hand, now holding the metal part as the door slowly swings open revealing a room covered in red and scarlet. Decorations near everywhere, unlit candles in many locations around the room. The sound of splashing and smell of scented soaps waft out of the bathroom.

I can’t help but smile as I close and warp the metal piece back into where it belongs within the door.

SC

With a grin, I walk into the bathroom to see all three of my girlfriends naked and washing each other. Soap bubbles everywhere and they look over to me as I am standing between them and the hallway light; they did not turn on the light in the bathroom.

I turn the light on and grin as the three of them turn to me, Lysan turning red from embarrassment as the other two grin as my eyes linger over their forms, they look even better than I remember. Is it because they are clean or that I really want sex? I quickly undress, walking to the bathtub, “can I join?”

Talia

I can’t help but grin as I watch him undress, revealing the well-toned muscles normally concealed by his shirt; a tingle between my legs appears as I watch my lover undress. His pants follow the shirt and my eyes rove downwards.

I don’t notice as Kythia moves to the side to let our lover join in on the bath; only that sister’s soap covered hands begin to rove over his form, washing him removing the scent of our travels. Both my hands and Kythia’s follow, washing our lover as we enjoy feeling his muscles and form. I lean in and whisper in his ear “I missed doing this.”

“Me too” he answers before kissing me, my hands begin to wander to his legs. As much as I would like to start playing with his manhood I avoid it instead, sister joins me, quickly washing his legs as Kythia washes his hair.

Just as she finishes, she presses herself against his right side and says, “lets start mating already.”

“But there’s still a part of me that is dirty” he responds with a smirk.

I push him back and he braces himself on the top of the tub, my favorite part of him on display as I straddle him. His length presses against my slit as I start rubbing against him, as he quickly becomes longer and harder as the soap and water both cleans and lubricates. After about a minute he groans something underneath me and the tingle between my legs has grown into an itch.

Adrian is holding the other two tightly against him as he kisses them, I move atop him faster, jealous of the attention he is giving to the other two. Then he shifts his hips and I can’t stop myself from giving a yelp as he suddenly pierces me.

I enjoy the feeling of Adrian stretching my insides as our union deepens. Gods I love doing this. “Is it time to move to the bed already?” I say teasingly to my lover.

“We’ll get there eventually” he says, letting go of the other girls and lifting me up before bracing me against the wall and thrusting into me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, my head pressed against his chest, the water from a metal pipe falling over us. My screams of delight are muffled by his chest until the pleasure of being a woman races through my insides and I claw at Adrian’s back.

Adrian stops as I convulse around him, he moves in a different way for a few seconds before the hardness of the wall is replaced by the softness of what must be a bed.

As soon I feel the bed I release my grip and spread my legs further to help him enjoy himself; an action he immediately begins to take advantage of, taking me roughly but carefully as each thrust of his strike the deepest parts of me, deeper than what we managed in the bath.

I quickly find myself moaning and screaming in happiness as he gets rougher and faster. I scream while arcing my back as waves of pleasure spread outwards from the union between us. Soon afterwards I feel him expand inside me before a warmth erupts from him filling my womb, his heavy breathing echoing in my ears as a look of delight is shown on his face.

Moonlight Runner

I don’t like watching my mate mate with another female, but sister had me promise to play nice. Its my fault anyways; I pushed sister to get him more females. It's not that he is mating with others but that I have to watch.

My thoughts stop as my mate tenses for a moment before rolling off of Talia. I can’t help but immediately move to him, tackling him to the bed and kissing my mate. I grin as my mate reciprocates my advances, his hands running over my body, making me want to moan as his desire for me physically manifests itself. His manhood poking against my inner thigh.

I quickly line myself up and impale myself on him before rocking atop him; milking him for his seed and my pleasure. This is mine, I’m the alpha female. I should have gotten this first.

He begins to thrust upwards and my breasts jiggle as my breathing quickens. I get rougher as I feel him moving around inside of me, parting my folds as I stretch and take his shape.

It is not long before I feel his girth expand asking to fill me with his seed, I slam myself down as he pushes up. I feel him strike my deepest part and howl as his warmth spreads from there, I stop for a moment as all I want to do is enjoy this but he begins to shrink inside me.

I begin to move again, I want more and he answers, becoming large and hard again before fully leaving me. I feel someone begin to hug me but am too busy using my mate to stir and drive his seed deeper as I tighten around him once more.

Lysan

I watch as my love beds my sister and Kythia begins to ride him. My own loins itch as I patiently wait for my own turn. My face red as the idea of interrupting and asking for my turn but I find it too embarrassing to act out. Yet it keeps coming back to the surface of my mind.

I feel a tug on my hand, my heart flutters as I see it is my love pulling me to him. I follow his pull and find myself straddling his face before I know what is happening. My embarrassment skyrockets as he starts to use his mouth as if it were his manhood. It feels weird at first but a good weird.

Soon I begin to enjoy it, I think my love is getting better at whatever it is he is doing. Then he stops, instead of continueing he just holds me tightly as his manhood pulses, Kythia howling as if gloating that she is receiving the seed of our lover. Even so after a few seconds she begins to ride him some more, my love never exiting her.

My love returns to his licking and sucking and his teasing of my womanhood slowly drives me crazy, it feels too good for me to interrupt it but it also only makes me want my love inside me more. I hug Kythia tightly to keep myself up as my legs become too weak to support myself.

I lose track of time until I feel my love stop.

“No, don. . . “

Then I am on my back and feel something plunge into me. I hold my love’s hips trying to get more and more of him in me as he gently thrusts and rocks atop me, as I fail to keep from making more and more embarrassing noises as each of his thrusts knock against the entrance of where I will grow his children.

His hands run over my body as I regret not being tall enough to kiss him. He is enjoying my finally clean skin for the first time as I hear the wet noises of lovemaking come from our union as both my limbs and insides grip him tighter and lossen as releif and pleasure flood through me.

Eventually I feel my love quiver within me as he finds the release of pleasure he had been giving me for himself, I feel myself get stretched further as his seed seeks my womb. He rolls off of me pulling some of the fluids filling me out with him, both of us drifting off to sleep. The last thing I feel is his arm surrounding me as we drift off to sleep.

Adrian

I don’t drift off to the Grey Dream this night, but lie asleep holding and being held by my girlfriends. It is not long before I feel like I could get up and start doing things, start getting ready for what needs done today but I don’t I continue to lie still and enjoy the warmth and softness of the bed and it’s occupants.

That is until I hear a rather loud and unpleasant knock at the door. That’s probably the grunt Fuller said would come get me in the morning. I don’t really want to go but I won’t be able to get all that I want here if I don’t.

Muttering apologies to the still sleeping girls, I separate from them before dressing myself and opening the door slightly to see as I guessed a man in a military uniform, though the uniform was too large for him. I make sure to block his possible view of the rest of the room as he tries to look around me.

“What is it?”

“General Fuller wants to see you, follow me” the soldier states with a frown before turning around and walking down the hall.

Great I got an escort with an attitude, he's not even telling me where we are going or what will happen there. With a sigh I walk after him, I might as well get this part over with. I need to play this to my benefit but how?

What is the relationship between the forces here? How friendly are these Althaen; didn’t the government start attacking them over a week ago?

Such questions circle my mind as I follow the soldier to a conference room within the hotel. As he opens the door he offers up an apology to it’s occupants, one that is detrimental to me.

“Sirs, sorry for the wait, he was not in the room assigned to him.”

“Where is the other?” General Fuller asks with a frown.

“I only saw the one sir.”

“You are dismissed.” The soldier salutes in response before leaving the room.

I look around the room, there are over a dozen men and woman in either military uniform or suits, most of them have pins and medals adorning their uniform. Not a single bureaucrat among them aside from a few secretaries. After a few seconds of silence, it is General Fuller who speaks, an introduction.

“My fellow generals this young man is Adrian Ravnos. He arrived yesterday with a few others but it is not the tale of his travel I brought him here for. Yesterday I asked him about the otherworlders and was impressed by how much he knew about them.

I want you to advise us on the subject of the otherworlders as we discuss our plans.”

An older man speaks next, “what is there to discuss, we should just do what we did during the cold war; imprison or destroy the 'supernatural'.”

“That won’t work.” I interject as some of the others were nodding to such an idea.

“And why not?” the old man responds irritated over my interruption.

“Logistically, how would you kill or imprison an entire world's worth of people?

Realistically, not everything that has come into our world can be killed by guns. Some things can only be dealt with using the supernatural.”

“I have yet to see anything that did not die when a bullet goes through it’s head.”

“The Special Affairs Division of my organization has encountered such things. We call them negative bodies, some of which are unaffected by conventional weapons. You would have known that if your were reading your breifings” states a man in a black suit.

“I don’t want to hear about your time chasing superstitions in the early nineties. We need real facts, and decide on real actions before the president gets convinced by politicians and the media to rescind our authority” interrupts yet another of the men in the room.

“Then how about video of something real? Jessica please take control of the projector.”

The woman standing next to him, nods and then walks over to the computer in the corner of the room, a USB drive in her hand. The lights dim as a video of what seems to be a drug deal is being played, the audio is just a man explaining the situation before he switches the camera to infrared.

As he explains, one of the buyers does not have a heat signature. His body was the same temperature as the room then there appears to be an argument as some police officers barge in and attempt to arrest the lot.

The attempt goes poorly, gunfire follows and the man without a heat signature begins tearing everyone else apart, bullets passing through him only to have the holes close up as he bites some of what I can now only call victims. The battle ends but the man looks around for a bit before running towards the camera man, his speed leaving a blur behind him, preternatural speed of some sort. The video feed cuts off after that.

The room is silent for a moment before someone asks, “how did you deal with that monster?”

The man’s answer brings a frown, “we didn’t. When we tracked the man down he was being attacked by another negative body for causing problems with ‘mortals’ if the conversation they were having is to be believed.”

“All the more reason we need to cage or kill these things” the gun nut general states as if it were fact.