The Ascension Project Pt. 3

Lieutenant Frank Conners, NYPD Rapid Response Unit, wiped at the blood streaming into his eyes and looked out from behind the wreckage of a RRU APC. The angel and demon continued to fight, their clash rampaging across the remnants of RRU garage, destroying everything in their wake.

“You’ve gotten weak, Arizath!” the demon laughed as it parried one of the angel’s broad slashes and slammed its fist into the angel’s face. “In the old times, you would have at least put up a fight.”

“Reduced to taunts already, Dellecmos?” Arizath laughed back as his flaming sword sliced through a support column, leaving a stripe of sparking and flaming molten cement. “You’re out of practice.” The angel ducked under one of the demon’s thrusts and slammed his shoulder into the demon’s stomach, sending the demon flying across the garage to smash into one of the two large garage doors.

“Nothing like a fight to make you know why you’re alive, is there?” Dellecmos said with a smile as he pushed himself out of the dented steel door and resumed a fighting stance.

“I know my purpose, hellspawn,” Arizath answered. “Ridding Creation of the likes of you.”

The clash of their weapons thundered through the garage as Frank checked the ammo load of his gyrojet pistol. Three taser rounds, one tear gas round, and two light anti-personnel. He clicked the revolver’s chamber shut and peered out from around the APC. The demon seemed to be gaining the upper hand in the fight as he forced the angel back into a corner with a furious barrage of slashes and thrusts.

“This is why they pay you the big bucks, Frank,” Frank said to himself as he took a deep breath and leaned around the APC. He sighted on the demon’s back and snapped off two taser rounds, watching as the rounds smacked into the demon’s flesh and sparked to life.

The demon roared and arched its back as it clawed behind itself. It soon realized the opening it had given the angel, but not swiftly enough. Arizath calmly lunged forward and swung doublehanded at the demon’s midsection, slicing cleanly through it and sending the demon’s upper torso crashing to the ground.

“Frank? Frank!” someone called out from the stairway. “You there?”

“Get in here, Jerry!” Frank yelled as he walked out from behind the APC, his pistol leveled at the angel. “Ok,” he said to it, “just put your hands up in the air and nobody gets hurt.”

“You have done well to aid me, human,” the angel said, oblivious to Frank’s command. “I see that there are still those who follow the Way and are foes to the evil surrounding them.”

“I haven’t been to church in nineteen years,” Frank said as he heard Jerry and what sounded like ten other cops trying to push the car that blocked the stairwell out of the way. “Just raise those hands and then we can have a nice long talk about whatever you want.”

“You should show more respect to your betters, human,” the angel said. “Your deed has earned my thanks but do not expect me to reward you.” With that, the angel turned and began to walk towards the garage door, his sword flaring in his hand.

“Hey, freeze, goddamit!” Frank yelled. “Jerry! Get in here!”

“We’re trying, we’re trying!” Jerry yelled back over the sound of metal scraping and cops grunting for breath.

“You dare take the name of the Lord in vain?” the angel said as he turned back towards Frank. “I see that perhaps you are not the pious soul I believed you to be. No matter, you shall be judged.”

“Son of a bitch,” Frank swore as the angel began to walk towards him. “Stop right now or-” he stopped, “-fuck.” He snapped off the remaining taser round, striking the angel in the upper right chest. Frank watched as the angel’s knees buckled and it snarled. But then the charge in the taser round ran out and the angel staggered back to its feet.

“Strong sorcery, human,” it said in an icy voice. “But not enough to defeat one of God’s own chosen-” It was interrupted as the first of two anti-personnel rounds hit it in the neck, sending blood splattering across the garage. The next caught it in the head, snapping it back with an audible crack and leaving a gaping entrance and exit wound staring up at the ceiling.

Frank felt his shoulders sag as he let his pistol point towards the floor, the acrid chemical smell of the gyrojet propellant filling the air. He looked around at the smashed wreckage of APCs, armor suits, and all the various machinery needed to maintain them.

“Son of a bitch,” he said.
 

“Hey, Synthea!” Bella Carranza called out as she poked her head into the dorm room and smiled. “Are we still on to meet with Professor Lilith?”

“Sure,” Synthea said as she looked up from her textbook at the girl standing in her doorway. Bella was dressed as she usually was in a mix of quasi-medieval fashion. A dark blue peasant dress with tied up the front was worn over a white peasant blouse with a high cut bodice. Synthea had seen many similar blouses worn with much lower necklines or even off the shoulder, but Bella was probably the shyest girl she had ever met. Bella wouldn’t say, but Synthea was pretty sure this style of dress was the most rebellious the Hispanic girl had ever gotten. “Seven o’clock, right?”

“Sounds good, do you want to get dinner before?” Bella asked, her head ducking when a passing male student whistled at her appreciatively. Though she’d never admit it, Bella was one of the prettier girls on campus, with or without the wireframe glasses she continued to wear in the age of contacts.

“Sorry, I usually jog right around then, how about afterward?”

“Ok,” Bella said cheerfully, the remains of a blush still on her cheeks. “I’ll see you there!” she called out as she headed off for class. Synthea called out a goodbye and bent back to her history text. She had asked Professor Lilith if she would look over their papers and help them out. The comely professor had agreed.

Synthea found herself not concentrating as she thought of Professor Lilith. Most of the guys in her class were there to ogle her, not to listen to her lecture. The professor looked more like a lingerie model than a member of the faculty, especially with a figure that screamed sexuality even when restrained by the most modest skirts and jackets. Synthea had a theory that the male students in her class would start whacking off during lecture if Professor Lilith ever wore something even as revealing as a t-shirt and shorts.

She could understand their feelings. After the first lecture she had moved to the back row after nearly starting to masturbate in class. Something about Professor Lilith’s flaming red hair, always tied back in a prim bun, and the way she moved, like a dancer. Synthea remembered one time when Professor Lilith had dropped her chalk and had bent over to pick it up. A groan had run through the men and some of the women in class at the sight of Professor Lilith’s bottom pressing against the grey fabric of her skirt.

“Think about something else, Synthea,” Synthea said as she tried to study some more. But if it wasn’t Professor Lilith it was Lucy, if it wasn’t Lucy it was the Shadow Emperor, if it wasn’t the Shadow Emperor, it was Quicksilver, if it wasn’t Quicksilver, it was...Bella. Synthea groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“Colonel Lucilla Danae, reporting for duty, sir,” Lucilla said as she stepped up the desk of the head of the UN Peacekeeping forces. Her shoulder length red hair was tied back in a neat bun and hidden under a blue beret that matched the UN patch on her right shoulder. Emerald green eyes looked out from a face that could have belonged to a model. A scattering of freckles seemed out of place on her cheeks.

“Good to see you, Colonel,” Kwaze Monroe said from behind the desk as he motioned for her to sit. He leaned back in his chair and sighed as he saved the latest in a long line of reports before blanking his computer screen. “Did you get the packet I sent to you?”

“Yes, sir,” Lucilla said. She had been heading to London for a vacation when she had been called back to the base and told to head to New York. From what she had read in the packet she’d be coordinating protection for the French ambassador to the UN and his daughter, both newly arrived in New York. “Is my team here yet?”

“They’ll be arriving shortly,” Kwaze said. “The ambassador has become the target of the group known as God’s Purity because of his views on superhumans and other issues. Our intelligence indicates that they plan to assassinate him publicly when he makes an address to the General Council.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucilla said. “The packet said as much. If I may ask, why isn’t the address being canceled until we can find the terrorists?”

“The ambassador is an exceptionally...moral man, he isn’t a strong believer in compromise. How he became an ambassador is anyone’s guess.” Kwaze shook his head and tried to ignore the tightness in his left shoulder, a souvenir of his time serving as a peacekeeper in western Africa. “He refuses to delay the address because he thinks that it will only make terrorists think that they can intimidate him.”

“How much information do we have on the terrorists?”

“It’s all included in there,” Kwaze said as he handed Lucilla a thick packet. “I’d like you to head over to the ambassador’s residence and keep him company until the rest of your team arrives.”

“Yes, sir,” Lucilla said as she stood and saluted.
 

Synthea stopped in front of the two-story house belonging to her history professor and looked up at the lone lit window on the second floor. She looked around and sighed when she saw no sign of Bella. Where had that girl gone? she wondered. Her friend was never late.

“Maybe she’s already inside,” Synthea thought to herself as she walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell. When she didn’t get an answer she knocked and was surprised to see the door swing open at her touch. “Hello? Professor Lilith?”

Synthea entered the house nervously and had to concentrate to keep from letting small sparks jump from her fingers. She walked through the entrance way and saw a light from the second floor landing. Synthea took one last glance back at the door and fingered the manila envelope containing a term paper she had asked Professor Lilith to look at.

“Hello?” she called out again as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. No hall light was lit, only the glow from underneath a door at the far end of the hall illuminated the hallway.
As she approached she thought she heard the sound of springs softly creaking, as if someone was lying on a bed. Swallowing nervously, Synthea knocked on the door and watched as it too swung open. “Professor Lilith, I’m sorry to interrupt you-” Synthea froze in shock at the sight of her young and exceedingly lovely history professor lying naked on the bed with another woman.

The professor was lying on her side facing away from the door wearing only a pair of lacy white stockings. Her brilliant waist length red hair lay across the bedspread and the creamy skin of the woman’s back, softly illuminated by the light of dozens of candles. Of the other woman, Synthea could only see the beautiful olive skin of the woman’s calfs and ankles.
“I’m sorry!” Synthea blurted as she closed her eyes and turned to run from the house, knowing that she’d be spending a long time in the shower with the image of Professor Lilith’s nude body, something any male student would have killed for.

“Stay,” Synthea heard Lilith say in a smooth British accent and to her surprise and horror, her body obeyed. Synthea watched in mute amazement as the bedroom door swung shut and locked by itself. She was about to teleport when she realized that she couldn’t let Professor Lilith find out who she really was.

Synthea watched as Professor Lilith stood languorously and stretched, her full, high breasts making Synthea’s mouth dry with sudden desire. Synthea looked up into Lilith’s deep green eyes and blushed when she saw the knowing look there. “Your friend was early,” Lilith said as she walked over to Synthea, her hips swinging in a lewd fashion. Synthea looked behind the other woman and gaped when she saw Bella stretched out on the bed, her glasses askew and her eyes closed in wanton bliss as she rubbed her quim. The young Hispanic woman’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her olive skin aglow in the candlelit bedroom. Synthea felt her blush deepen when she realized that she was admiring how beautiful her friend was, her medium sized breasts, her slender waist, the delicate curve of her hips, and her long, slim legs.

“What did you do to her?” Synthea managed to gasp. Professor Lilith was a superhuman, that was the only explanation for what was happening. She tried to tear her eyes away from the debauched scene as Bella moaned softly and suddenly jerked her hips upward in obvious climax.

“I just...let her live her dreams,” Lilith said as she reached out and ran her warm, soft hand across Synthea’s flushed cheek. Synthea’s eyes darted wildly from side to side as Lilith placed her other hand, still wet with Bella’s juices, at Synthea’s lips and slid it into her mouth. “Does she taste good?”

Synthea glared at Lilith and tried to bite down but found her jaw unwilling to move until Lilith had withdrawn her fingers. “You are a fighter, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve ever run into someone quite as strong willed as you. Most would have given in to their desire by now.”

“You’re doing this?” Synthea whispered as she felt herself staring at Bella’s body again. As she watched, her fellow student brought her wet fingers to her lips and licked them clean before sliding them down her taut stomach to her quim. “You’re the one who’s making me think about my roommate and Bella and Quicksilver?”

“Yes, I am,” Lilith said, “was it enjoyable?” Lilith smirked at Synthea’s outraged expression. “Is this that paper that you wanted me to check?” she asked as she reached down and plucked a manila envelope from Synthea’s unresisting hands. “Why don’t you and Miss Carranza occupy yourselves while I look over your papers?”

Synthea stared in disbelief as Lilith sat down in an overstuffed armchair and began to read the paper, still nude. “Go on, Miss Carranza, I know what you want to do and you have my full permission to do so,” Lilith said as she picked up a red pen and began to mark Synthea’s paper.

“Bella, stop, fight this!” Synthea said desperately as Bella slid off the bed and slinked towards her. Her normally shy and reserved friend was acting as wanton as any drunken cheerleader. “Please! You’re not a lesbian!”

Bella remained silent, her eyes filled with lust as she stood in front of Synthea and reached up to grab the frozen girl’s breasts. Synthea closed her eyes and gritted her teeth at the wonderful feeling of being touched in such a manner. She hadn’t been with anyone in any way for a long time and Bella’s caresses were bringing back old memories.

“I asked for footnotes, Miss Jacobs,” Lilith said as Bella slid her hands into the waistband of Synthea’s jogging shorts. Synthea found she could move her head enough to look down in dread as Bella jerked her shorts down, leaving her wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and her thin t-shirt. “Hmph, commas should not be abused in this fashion, Miss Jacobs.”

“Why are you doing this?” Synthea asked in a near hysterical voice as Bella pulled her t-shirt off and flung it into the corner.

“I find life offers so few pleasures these days,” Lilith said. “This is one of them.”

Synthea let out a brief cry as Bella yanked off her panties, the waistband tearing. She groaned and closed her eyes as Bella licked her belly, the girl’s tongue sliding around Synthea’s navel before diving down into her quim. Synthea whimpered softly in pleasure as Bella continued to lick her there, the girl’s hands reaching up to squeeze and knead Synthea’s breasts.
Synthea cried out as Bella attacked her clit with her tongue, eliciting so much pleasure that it was almost pain. Synthea felt her head lolling back as Bella continued to pleasure her and screamed as she felt herself climax. Her vision blurry, Synthea managed to look down and absently noticed that Bella was gripping her breasts so hard that she was leaving red marks.

“You would be amazed at the fantasies that Bella has had about you, Miss Jacobs,” Lilith said with a smile on her face. “Such decadent and deviant thoughts from such a shy girl.” Lilith looked at Bella and smiled again as she saw the girl rubbing her face against Synthea’s quim and belly. “Miss Carranza, you may act out that fantasy of yours that we were discussing before being so rudely interrupted.”

“Bella, what are you doing?” Synthea whispered in a husky voice as Bella led her to the bed and pushed her down onto her stomach. “What are you doing?” she asked again, her voice tinging with panic and the urge to teleport no matter what the consequences rising in her mind as she heard the night table drawer open. “Bella?” she asked as she heard the tinkle of metal and then felt cold metal on her wrists with the distinctive snap of handcuffs being closed. “Oh no,” Synthea moaned as she tugged and felt that her arms had been handcuffed behind her.

Synthea swallowed nervously as she was flipped onto her back, her arms pinned uncomfortably beneath her, and tugged to the edge of the bed until her bottom was just on the edge. Bella pushed her legs apart and knelt between them with an eager smile on her face.

“Quite a good paper,” Lilith said as she sat on the bed next to Synthea and idly caressed her breasts as they were thrust upward from the position of her body. Synthea watched in horror as Lilith swung her leg over Synthea’s face and looked down, her back to Bella. Lilith smiled and ran her hand across Synthea’s hair before she lowered her quim to Synthea’s mouth.
“A B+, I think.”

This was too much for Synthea to bear. Her heart hammering in her chest, she began to teleport, feeling her body starting to disintegrate into a stream of electricity. Her vision began to shade white as it always did before a jump when she was suddenly jerked back to normal. “Naughty, naughty,” Lilith said in an amused voice. “I’ve blocked your powers, Arc. You won’t be able to get away from me so easily.” Synthea began to struggle and scream as Lilith lowered her quim back to her face. “But if you please me I’ll be very kind.” Her heart racing, Synthea cried out as Bella began to lick at her quim again and Lilith began to slowly rub her quim against Synthea’s lips.
 

“Alexandra Ross?” the demon said, its wings folded back against its back as it stood in front of the mahogany desk.

“Do you have an appointment?” Alex said as she continued to read the paper. She noted the arrival of the French ambassador and took a sip of red liquid from a wine glass.

“I have no need of an appointment, you stupid whore,” the demon said. It leaned forward and slammed its hands down onto the desk, cracking the wood as two more of its companions stepped forward out of the shadows in the corner of the office. “My master demands your full cooperation and obedience.”

“And if I refuse?” Alex said as she folded her newspaper and grinned at the demons. The demon leaned forward further, it’s reddish skin shining dully in the dim light. He looked down at Alex, his eyes traveling over her glossy jet black hair tied back in a neat ponytail. He looked into her eyes, admiring the mixture of asian and european features of her face and reached out to run one claw down her cheek.

“Then we do our best to...convince you,” he leered.

“Then tell your master that I refuse,” Alex said with a faint smile.

“I was hoping you would say that,” the demon said with a motion to his companions. Their faces split open in leers they advanced on Alex, tentacles bursting from their bodies. “Feel free to scream as much as you want,” the demon said as he extended several tentacles towards Alex. He frowned slightly when she didn’t beg for mercy or try to scream for help. Shrugging to himself, his tentacles darted forward towards Alex’s mouth and breasts.
 

Synthea’s moans filled the bedroom as she buried her face in Bella’s shoulder, her body pressed against that of the other woman as Lilith lay behind her. Synthea’s hands, free from the handcuffs, clutched at Bellas waist as Lilith kissed the back of Synthea’s neck and slid her fingers deeper into her quim.

Synthea felt as if her mind had been separated from her body by a great distance. Try as she might, she couldn’t make herself do anything but struggle in the most feeble way. Even as Professor Lilith slipped two fingers into her virgin ass, all she could do was whimper quietly.

“What are you doing to me?” she moaned as Bella kissed her neck and slid two more fingers into her quim beside Lilith’s.

“Ravishing you,” Lilith said as she rubbed her breasts against Synthea’s back and licked the student’s ear. “Don’t worry, we’re almost done,” she said as she and Bella rolled Synthea onto her stomach, the girl’s face between Lilith’s thighs. Synthea moaned into Lilith’s quim as she was forced to lick and rub her there, her breathing heavy as her bottom was raised into the air.

Synthea cried out, her voice muffled by Lilith’s body as Bella began to lick at her from behind. The other student began to use her fingers relentlessly on the blonde haired woman, filling her to the limit. Synthea moaned in pleasure and pain as she continued to lick at Lilith, her tongue sliding over the woman’s quim to lap at her clit before sliding into the woman.
“Very good,” Lilith moaned as she buried her hands into Synthea’s mass of rich golden hair. “Very, very good.”

Lilith groaned, a sound coming from deep in her chest as she forced Synthea’s head into her quim and arched her back upwards. She gritted her teeth and jerked her hips up towards Synthea’s head, once, twice, three times, before she came with a throaty yell, her juices soaking Synthea’s face. “Very,” Lilith gasped as she let Synthea slide from between her thighs, “good.”
 

Alex spat in disgust as she wiped demon blood from her fingers onto her skirt. The remains of the demons lay scattered about her office, their bloody carcasses staining her Persian rugs with their disgustingly salty blood.

“Rowan!” she yelled as she kicked one of the carcasses with the toe of her high heeled shoe. Inch long fangs shone brightly in the dimly lit office and her eyes flashed red with anger.
“Get in here!” A few seconds later a young woman, in her early twenties and dressed fashionably but conservatively, walked in through the office door with an digital notepad.

“Yes, Ms. Ross?” Rowan said.

“Who let this filth in?” Alex snapped.

“No one, Ms. Ross,” Rowan said. “The guards have reported nothing since early this evening when your last appointment left.”

“Teleporting,” Alex spat as she stomped back to her desk and swept the remains of the first demons arm off her chair. “Get me the corpse, he has some explaining to do.” Rowan bowed and retreated from the room as Alex sullenly glared at the blood splattering the walls and ceiling. The cost to clean it would be ridiculous, not to mention the waste of all that demon blood. “Rowan?” Alex said as she pressed the button of her intercom. “Get me dinner too, something smooth.”

“AB negative?” Rowan said.

“Yes,” Alex said. “And bring in one of the studs too, I want something to do after dinner.”
 

Synthea awoke with the sun shining in her eyes. She blinked groggily and struggled to remember the events of last night. She had gone to get help with her paper, then she had gone to dinner with Bella, and then what?

“Mmm,” she heard someone sigh. Synthea looked down her body and stared at Bella’s head as the other girl nuzzled against her breasts and sighed deeply. Synthea’s eyes widened in shock as she lifted the covers and saw that they were both naked in her bed. She glanced around the room and saw her jogging clothes and Bella’s dress and blouse scattered across the
floor. Their underwear was nowhere to be seen. Synthea closed her eyes as she let her head fall back to the pillow and stroked Bella’s soft hair. The other girl sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to Synthea.

“Oh god,” Synthea moaned.