The Living and the Dead (Tyler G Book 3) (16 page)

The nipple was hard, which was
annoying, he decided. She was
trying
to use sex and her current body
shape to distract him for some reason. To keep him from seeing something. What
that was, he didn't know. It was right there however. In the back of his mind.

He fought to think of it, but
nothing came. It was like he was locked out of realizing what was really going
on. It could just be hormones, but it felt stronger than that.

"Walk me to the door
Tyler?"

"Um, yeah. Sure." The
two at the table looked glum, their faces both drawn and stark. Like war
refugees, which might have been closer to reality than not. They'd had awful
things happen to them. A small hand took his own, and when they got to the
door, the girl sank to her knees and started working at his pants front.

"Um. Is that a good idea?
You look a bit young." The words were thick in his throat, and seemed slow
as she started to work on him. After a bit she looked up into his eyes, her
green eyes stark and gem like in her otherwise ordinary face. He was in her
mouth, and couldn't really have told her no, even if it looked wrong. It
felt
nice, he had to admit, but it... There was something really unsettling about
the whole thing.

Lighting crashed outside as she
worked on him, her hands and tongue doing clever things that had him orgasming
after about ten minutes. She swallowed obviously as the wind picked up outside
the front door.

Then it clicked.

"The Storm?"

That got a laugh and a head shake
from the girl.

"Nooo. It's
me
,
silly. Lucy. I was just trying out my new persona. Like her? I just changed the
number for The Technician in your phone the other day. I know, it's a mean
trick, but I don't want you getting too close to her. I did play the thing in
the kitchen about right, for her. She is
not
going to be happy with
those two. In the end she'll let them go, because she loves Zack so much. It's
a weakness, but one I understand. I love you in much the same way." Then,
being a pervert, she took him back into her mouth. Right up until he rallied
and managed to get free of her. That involved a lot of pushing and a bit of slapping
at her, since she had a strong grip and didn't seem inclined to let him go.

"What the fuck. Mom?
That's...
Fucking creepy
! Why would you do that?"

She laughed at him and licked her
lips a bit suggestively.

"Really? Hello, son of my
heart,
Greater Demon
? Did you think that meant we handed out cookies to
orphans? Besides, we aren't really related. You're a corpse that I stole and
grew as a project. Yes, I do love you, but don't let that go to your head.
You're learning magic, and Zack wasn't wrong about us. You're basically the
other half of me. So if I want to blow you, I
can
. Or the other way
around. We'll have so much fun together. Don't forget,
I'm
the real
Greater Demon. You're just my dead bitch. Now, get hard again, so I can have
you take me from behind."

She started moving her hands on
him again, which he understood was wrong. Not just because his mother wouldn't
have done that to him. Moving back a step he smiled and shook his head.

"Nope. If
Lucy
had
told me to get hard, it would have just happened. No friction needed. You
aren't her. You aren't The Technician either. So you are The Storm?"

Moving back in she started to
play with him, trying to get him going.

"Okay, fine. That's right.
You caught me. Still, doggy style is fun. I mean you already came in my mouth,
so why not? Or I
suppose
we could fight, if you want? You can't win
against me, so, bitch, which way do I take my pleasure today? Either way would
be fun."

Then she slapped him. One time.
It didn't hurt, but he was laying on the floor across the room almost
instantly. Knocked there by what should have been a light tap. Standing he
tried not to shake his head. Something in his jaw popped, but it was only going
back into place, from the tone of it.

Tyler considered his options for
a moment, and noticed that he was pretty much hard again anyway. Since fighting
meant losing, and being damaged, he shrugged. There weren't a lot of other
choices at the moment.

"Get on all fours
then." He pushed at her, a bit more roughly than he would if he wasn't
being blackmailed like that. Coerced. It was better than having limbs ripped
off though, so he did it. It had been more fun before, when he'd figured that
he was just being a bit naughty with Allison, The Technician, but was a bit
less creepy this time, if he were going to be honest about the whole thing.
After she came he slapped her on the right half of her round, pink bottom.
Hard.

"Now get the fuck out of my
house. Next time we meet, I expect you to announce yourself first. Or we really
can
fight. I don't think you want that." He really didn't, on some
deep level, but moved back, button up his pants and waited.

The girl was saucier about doing
her own clothing up.
Not
that she was a girl. For all he knew she wasn't
even a female. As she'd sort of pointed out, being a Greater Demon meant being
whatever she wanted, at pretty much any time. Plus she was really, really old.
That helped a bit. Being tricked by a little girl would be harder than this.
Holding the concept calmness, since it wasn't a bad idea at the moment, he
pointed casually at the front door.

She laughed at him, and then
winked.

"Ah... Okay... I have
one
more thing to say to you then, before I go..." He waited, and she turned
to face him directly. "I'm actually Keeley. You like my storm though? I've
never messed with the weather before. I'll stop playing with you now, but you
need to think before you mess with me again like you did last night.
Ordering
me to have sex with one of my own slaves? Not that you weren't right, but
seriously? Most people would hold a proper fear of doing that. You got off
light here, too. I really should have held you down and grown a penis. Don't
forget this, or next time I'll get Anne to come and do you for real. Got
it?"

He shook his head and made a
face.

"See, now I have
no
clue who you really are."

"Good! You don't
deserve
to know if you can't figure it out. Though I really am
Keeley
. I didn't
change Darla's number, and she really will look like this when you see her
next. By the way,
I
look like a little kid.
Perv
." She
smiled at him, as if there hadn't been rapey coercion on her part in the whole
thing. "Now, give me a kiss, and we can be friends again?"

He shook his head.

"Oh, hells no. You'll bite
my tongue off or something and tell me that I deserve it for falling for the
faked up Keeley line. Get out. I can't trust anything you've said."

"Which is the lesson of the
day. Not just for me, either. All the Greater Demons. Okay, you can trust Eve,
since she's your mentor, but also not one of us really. Really though, hold
those concepts. She wasn't wrong there. In fact you seem to have a bit of
talent with magic. Use it carefully. If you get too good, too fast, the others
will destroy you, and possibly your mother, for it. Don't let anyone know what
you can do until you can take one of us out. Not that you'll be given a choice
if that happens. At that point, no matter what people think you are, you'll
need to be ready. Greater Demons aren't on top because we play fair." She
moved to the door, and opened it, then waved her hand at the outside world.
About six seconds later the rain stopped and the wind died down. "I'm
really
me
. The Mistress of Souls. Don't fuck with me again like that, or
next time I won't be nearly as much fun for you, understood?"

He nodded, still not believing
her, but wanting to. Really, even if she were The Technician
or
The
Storm he could handle it. Anyone but Lucy. That would be far too much for his
little brain to handle.

A few paces outside the door she
stepped to the right, and vanished into thin air. Walking the lines, which was
a thing that all Demons seemed to be able to do, more or less. So at least she
was probably one of those. Looking at the space he tried to hold the concept of
what had just happened in his mind. It was too confused though, and didn't mean
anything to him. That was probably why you had to be a Demon to use the things.
It was just baffling to regular people like him.

When he went inside he felt
dirty. It wasn't a physical thing, just a mental one. Whoever that had been did
look a bit too young for him, but that wasn't it. He was too open minded for
mere appearance to throw him off that way. It was the thought that he didn't
know
who
it had been. Plus the threat that had gotten him to have sex
like that. It was pretty much him having been raped. He'd done it, but hadn't
wanted to, and didn't feel he had a real choice at the time. That fit the
definition, all right.

Which if it hadn't been the
person, Allison's, goal, then he didn't know what was. If it
was
Keeley,
well, maybe it was fair? He'd sort of basically ordered her to have sex with
Steve, after all. She'd done it too, which had made it seem like it wasn't a
real issue, the night before. If she'd put all of this together on the fly...
Just to make him pay for
that
...

Then it really was a good lesson
in not screwing with her kind, wasn't it?

He hadn't been harmed physically,
so no one would care about it, he bet. It was just another thing that a guy
like him had to put up with in life. Women, and even girls, could do things
like that to men, using threats of violence or intimidation, and nothing he
said to anyone would make it seem like anything other than him having been in
the wrong. Even if the girl was in her twenties, looking like that would be
enough to get him into legal trouble, he bet.

Even if she flat out told
everyone the
truth
.

The saving grace there was that
he really doubted that was the goal. If she'd wanted to hurt him that way, by
getting the cops involved, all she'd have to do was lie. Sure, he'd left a DNA
sample with her, but a Greater Demon could
fake
that, unlike a regular
Human girl. So it had been about something else at least, not just that kind of
thing. Even getting pictures of them having sex wouldn't be needed, since those
could be faked now, without much more effort than doing what she had.

So he could rest easier that way.

Maybe.

He was still unsettled and felt
unclean so went to shower for about an hour. He scrubbed and scrubbed, but it
didn't really help, after the first bit. He still smelled like her, in his
head. It wasn't unpleasant, but it lingered in his mind for some reason.
Probably just trauma. Working as hard as he could to hold the right concepts,
he let that go, and after a while felt better.

Then, because he didn't have
anything better to do with his time he sat in the living room and meditated for
several hours, holding one concept after another. The idea of warmth was
interesting, since he tried to turn it into a feeling all the time. He couldn't
tell if it was working at all however. Not until his right hand, which he was
imagining as being like an ember in a fireplace started to smoke and smell like
roasted ham. He stopped then and went back to calmness. It wasn't burnt or red
when he looked at it, thankfully. There was a lingering smell however, so it
had really taken place.

That meant more food might be in
order, in case he actually managed to add power to the concept and it wasn't
all just in his head. They were out of delicious soup, so he made a cake and
used canned frosting on it, then ate the whole thing himself.

Looking up he saw Zack come into
the room, and had to resist getting up suddenly. Instead he finished the cake
not speaking, and got up slowly, as the thin, slightly Asian looking guy smiled
at him, and set the three large boxes he was holding on the counter with a
light thud.

"The first of the food I
promised. You'll have deliveries starting tomorrow. Is everything all right?
You look funny." The words were kind and gentle. Polite even.

Rather than try to explain it
all, Ty held out his hand, which was taken over the top, like they were holding
hands on a date. It was silly of Zack to do it that way, and made Tyler wince a
little. After a bit, not long at all, the Greater Demon smiled softly.

"Ah. No, that was really
Keels screwing with you. I can tell. It had her signature all over it. Not bad,
faking being Allison like that. Darla's version is a little less heavy set. Not
much. You'll like her. Or really, you might not, after all that. Still, what
did you expect? Just be glad it wasn't her growing a dick the size of your arm
first. She can do that, and... Yeah. She must like you."

He didn't deny that, or ask what
Zack was trying to tell him. He'd heard a Zack related tale of horror already
and the hints he'd gotten were more than enough for him.

So Tyler gestured at the clock on
the far wall, on the right, behind where the kitchen table was.

"So, it's five. We should
get going? Unless you want to visit with them? I think that, um, Allison there
scared them pretty badly. I wonder which Greater Demons are the six she thinks
will go after them. Or was that all talk?'