1. Filled 5


    Date: 3/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: Impax, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    drive it home in a few minutes. Just go wash the blood off your face, okay?” He listened for a moment, then spoke again, cutting her off. “Mom, just go get cleaned up, and come home. I promise I'll explain everything once you get here. Just wait until you're home, okay?” Chrissy watched as he hung up, then threw a barrage of questions at him. He laughed and held up his hand to stem the flow. “If you really want to know what's going on, go outside, and ask Emmanuelle to tell you. She's in the car in the driveway.” he told her, getting up and going to the front door. “Wait, what?” she said. “Where are you going?” “Tiana's.” he said tersely. “I need to talk to her father.” Scott didn't bother knocking on the door; it was still broken from being kicked in the day before. Both Morgan and Tia Bruce were sitting together on the couch, holding hands and talking quietly. Their daughter Tiana was still in her room, evidently packing to go. They were discussing what options remained open to them when the front door opened and their nemesis walked in, like he owned the place. “You!” Tia spat. Her husband put a restraining hand on her arm, but she threw it off. “You murdered over a hundred people in their sleep! You would give Dreamland to the Kalastiel uncontested!” “You are the last living members of the Council.” Scott said mildly. “I only suffered you to live at Tiana's request. Mind how your tone in how you speak to me.” “You... you would threaten me, in my own home?” she sputtered. ...
    She continued making noises of protest until she was lifted into the air by invisible bands with no give against her exertions, and she went silent and pale as she realized the full extent of Scott's power. “Here, this will teach you a better use for your mouth.” Scott said, forcing the woman to her knees. He went over to her, and stood tall right in front of her, stroking her hair with one hand. She had her eyes squeezed shut as tight as they could go, dreading what was to come next. After a long moment, when nothing happened, she opened her eyes, a millimeter at a time, until she was looking up at him. “There, that's better.” he said, smiling down at her. “I knew you could keep your mouth shut, if properly inspired.” “Now, Mr. Bruce, as I already pointed out to your sweet wife, you are the last surviving member of the Council.” Scott said. “I need you to call the dogs off me and mine, or it will be war, in which you will lose.” “I would rather not suffer the losses such a victory would cost me, however, so how about we call a truce, and spare both sides more sacrifice? As your sweet wife pointed out to me, the Kalastiel have gained as much as the Humans have lost.” “More.” Morgan Bruce told him. “You have done things, many things, that have never been before. There was a reason those things had never been done, but did you stop to think of any consequences? No, you went ahead and forged your own path, Wilder, and now you must tread it alone.” “The Council, whom you saw fit ...
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