04-05-2023, 10:29 AM
Zef snickered at Jaxen's reaction to her comment. Men were so predictable. She tried not to lick her lips, her body was still feeling the ache of need and this shit had to happen. She hadn't really known what to expect when she asked Jaxen to help. Fireballs and danger but not two of him. She stood slack jawed and watched him taunt the creature. She seemed confused as much as Zef was.
It should be in her nature to lay the god out on the ground while he was distracted. But then she'd have to deal with the harder to kill creature. But there was something more about Jaxen now. His power, while not as good at fighting monsters seemed useful. He was useful, and while not a hunter he might be controlled by womanly wiles. The whole scene made her want him more. Either that or it was the drugs playing with her mind.
She blinked when the creature fell to the ground gurgling on her own blood. The boy they'd saved lay thrashing in whatever nightmare his drug induced sleep provided him. They couldn't leave him lying right there.
Zef quickly sent a text off to the cleaners. She'd get the boy to a safer location and then get Jaxen fixed up. His ear looked gross. Zef tore a piece of clothe from the boys t-shirt and handed it Jaxen. "We'll get that stitched up right as rain. Someone will come clean up the mess and do the detail work. You and me and him need to scram." Zef didn't wait for Jaxen to offer any help she bent over, ass in the air, tantalizing the man behind her as she lifted the boy up and over her shoulder. He slump across her back, his arms dangling past her ass and his head precariously close to the hem of her short skirt.
The boy was heavy. And after the first turn or two Zef tossed him down on the ground with little care. Only enough so as not to damage the boy. He had friends in places she was ill prepared to fight just now. Maybe soon, she thought.
Zef turned to Jaxen and smiled. "Your place? I'll clean you up, stitch up the ear and then we'll see where the rest of the night takes us?"
It should be in her nature to lay the god out on the ground while he was distracted. But then she'd have to deal with the harder to kill creature. But there was something more about Jaxen now. His power, while not as good at fighting monsters seemed useful. He was useful, and while not a hunter he might be controlled by womanly wiles. The whole scene made her want him more. Either that or it was the drugs playing with her mind.
She blinked when the creature fell to the ground gurgling on her own blood. The boy they'd saved lay thrashing in whatever nightmare his drug induced sleep provided him. They couldn't leave him lying right there.
Zef quickly sent a text off to the cleaners. She'd get the boy to a safer location and then get Jaxen fixed up. His ear looked gross. Zef tore a piece of clothe from the boys t-shirt and handed it Jaxen. "We'll get that stitched up right as rain. Someone will come clean up the mess and do the detail work. You and me and him need to scram." Zef didn't wait for Jaxen to offer any help she bent over, ass in the air, tantalizing the man behind her as she lifted the boy up and over her shoulder. He slump across her back, his arms dangling past her ass and his head precariously close to the hem of her short skirt.
The boy was heavy. And after the first turn or two Zef tossed him down on the ground with little care. Only enough so as not to damage the boy. He had friends in places she was ill prepared to fight just now. Maybe soon, she thought.
Zef turned to Jaxen and smiled. "Your place? I'll clean you up, stitch up the ear and then we'll see where the rest of the night takes us?"