‘Another battle, another hellkat escape. This was getting old and exhausting fast,’ Feral thought as he hauled his tired body up the church steps. He was reaching for the door when a soft voice called him.
Frowning, he turned and looked down the steps. Standing there was a gorgeous she-kat dressed in what used to be expensive clothes that were now worn and dirty. The she-kat looked tired and lost. Concerned, Feral went back down to the sidewalk to see if he could be of assistance.
“Can I help you?” he asked solicitously.
“I… I just need a place to stay. Do you know of one, sir?” she said in a shaky voice.
“There’s always a free room in the church,” Feral told her.
“No… I can’t… please… churches hold bad memories for me,” she said apologetically, jerking back in fear.
Feral sighed and searched his mind for a likely place. There were many in the city, but they usually catered to males. Then, he remembered a sanctuary for females. “I know of a place that is just for females in need. I can take you there if you’d like?” he asked her.
“Oh, that would be wonderful… that is… if I’m not putting you out?” she asked hesitantly.
“No. It’s not a problem, happy to help. Please follow me… my car is just around the corner,” he coaxed her as he began to walk that way. He was pleased when she followed.
He helped her into his car then climbed into his own seat. Starting the hummer, he nodded reassuringly at the she-kat huddled in her seat as he pulled out and headed for the shelter.
“What’s your name?” he asked, hoping to get some info on her.
“It’s Gina,” she said quietly, not looking at him.
“That’s a nice name,” he said soothingly. She obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk, so they continued their drive in silence.
Feral was within a mile of his destination when two things happened. Gina screamed and dark things dropped down on top of his vehicle. He slammed on his brakes, tossing some of the things off, but others reached for the door handles and pulled its occupants out.
Feral struggled furiously as he scented the distinctive odor of sulfur. These were minions of hell… small gremlins that could cross into mortal space much easier than a hellkat could. However, they couldn’t stay long, so they were usually used for small mischief making or things like this.
His hellkat was raging to be released so it could take on these things. It was odd… despite the fact it was a creature of destruction… his other side had the tendency to take out the bad guys …whether they be hellspawn or kats gone bad . It seemed to have the same mission as its angelic side except for its propensity for killing the offender rather than turning them over to the law.
He was struggling on two fronts, trying to protect the female and himself and keep the hellkat contained. It was a losing battle as he hissed and clawed at the little creeps, but as he struggled, a new twist was added to cause him to stop in shock.
The female he was transporting suddenly dropped her helpless look. While the gremlins held him helpless, she dropped her coat and slowly stripped her clothes off to reveal seductive lingerie. Giving him a sultry look, she approached in a languid, erotic manner… swaying her hips and showing off her assets to their best advantage. She pressed her body against his and began to nuzzle his face. Her scent was heady and alluring, and he found himself aroused despite his shock.
His mind was confused, ‘What the hell was going on?’
His hellkat side that had been raging to get out was now captivated by the she-kat and wanted out for an entirely different reason. Feral had been celibate for a very long time, and the hellkat was panting for a little release and, if his angelic side didn’t want to indulge, then it would just have to take control. It pressed him in a way he’d never felt before. It urged him to take this female… …sending imagery to inflame him further.
Feral swallowed hard. He’d never felt like this before, and it was becoming harder to resist. An alarm was sounding off in his brain, and he tried hard to heed it. Just before he lost the battle, a voice cried out stridently.
“Begone… foul creatures… begone.. .return to the realm you belong!” it shouted along with an eerie glow that preceded it as whoever it was approached at a run.
The gremlins screeched, releasing Feral in a hurry as they popped out of existence to escape the glow. The female hissed in fury, her form altering to its true shape, a shape shifting hell creature. She too, finally popped away. Feral had collapsed to his knees and was shaking with reaction and unrequited lust. The hellkat was furious and battered against Feral but retreated as well when the glow was pressed close to Feral’s face.
A familiar voice asked shakily, “Ulysses, are you alright?”
He blinked his eyes that had been blinded by the glow until they cleared enough for him to see his rescuer. It was Rowena. “Uhh, yeah… I think so,” he said gruffly as he climbed to his feet again. “What are you doing here?” he asked, brushing off his clothes.
“I was in the area searching for that item when my amulet glowed, warning me that demons were present. I heard the commotion and got here as fast at I could,” she explained, checking him visually to insure he wasn’t hurt.
“I thank you. Apparently, my father is getting desperate. He used my need to aid others to set a trap that had almost worked until you arrived,” Feral said, truly grateful for her timely assistance.
“I am thankful I was nearby and could aid you,” she said, smiling warmly up at him. Then, she frowned. “It appeared they were using a different approach, though I’m not certain why he thought you would cave in so easily to an alluring female,” she said, a puzzled look on her face.
Feral’s face burned in embarrassment. He’d really rather not tell her something so personal, but his father could conceivably try that method again and his protectors needed to know all his vulnerable areas.
“Ah… well… I’ve been celibate all my life. Never really made time for it while building a new life here outside of Sanctuary. I didn’t realize I could be that deeply affected by that sort of thing,” he said uncomfortably.
She blinked in shocked surprise. ‘He’s never been with a female?’ she thought in amazement. Well, that certainly explained why his father chose such a method. Male hormones, being what they are, couldn’t do without sex forever. It was the perfect trap, and Feral was very prone to that kind of thing again now that his father saw how effective it could be.
It was her turn to be a bit embarrassed. “Uhm… well, that is certainly going to be a problem. As long as you are a virgin, your father will try this again and could very well succeed.”
Feral sighed. “Unfortunately, you are right, but I don’t know how to solve it,” he admitted grimly.
She was loathe to take advantage of someone’s shortcomings for personal gain, but this situation could not be solved any other way and it helped that she desired him. That eased her conscience only a little. She needed her grandfather’s advice on this before saying any thing else.
“I have an idea but need to check on it first. Please let me escort you back to the church. As desperate as your father is, I would not be surprised if he tried again before you reached sanctuary,” she told him in concern.
He grimaced; he hadn’t thought of that and nodded his agreement. They walked to his car and climbed in. He drove to the church in angry silence. She didn’t attempt to make conversation. Feral was both angry and embarrassed… not a good combination. He parked in his usual spot near the church, and they both walked up the church steps.
Rowena halted at the door. “I hope the rest of your evening is a peaceful one, Commander,” she murmured softly to him… daring to touch him lightly on the arm.
“Thank you. Good night to you to,” Feral said heavily then opened the door and disappeared inside.
She stared at the doors for a moment longer before going back down the steps and hailing a taxi to take her back to her own vehicle.
Later that night, she was in her grandfather’s workshop, watching him work on a commission. She’d already briefed him on what had happened earlier that evening. He wasn’t happy about the news but had no other comment to make on it.
“Grandfather, Feral needs to have a lover to protect him from this new attack by his father. I want him… I make no bones about it, but it feels as if I’m taking advantage of his situation to further my own hopes,” she said unhappily.
“Yes, that would be very true, granddaughter, but I feel strongly that you and he have been fated to be thrown together. It aids the cause that you are attracted… in this instance, the fact your wishes match a need is fortuitous. So, do not feel guilty and go with your feelings, granddaughter,” Katzmer advised Rowena
“You do not object that I’ll be involved with a half demon?” she asked, curious.
“Commander Feral has a mission in this world. I believe that implicitly. I am proud that one of my own will be associated with that so, no, I do not object.” Katzmer smiled at her then returned to his work.
She sighed to herself in relief. She told him goodnight and left for her room. Tomorrow, she would seduce the Commander and give him the much need protection and companionship he desperately needed.
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