Cutting a Deal

John remembered a room just like this one the last time he was detained by federal agents. Barren, dreary, and it made him feel like a goldfish in a bowl. He knew there was somebody on the other side of the two-way mirror, so he gave them a sarcastic, cuffed handwave and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. Just then the door buzzed and the agent from the airport walked in carrying his service record.

"John Doe, is it?" she asked.

"Yeah, and since you have my record, you know that I was telling the truth," he said, "I don't work for her!"

"Nevertheless, you were on a plane that was illegally transporting radioactive materials," she said, taking the seat across the table from him.

"I had no idea what she was transporting either," he said, "She withheld a lot of information from me since I was only a prospective hire."

"What does a nice boy like you want to sign up with someone like her for, anyway?" she asked.

"Something to the tune of two-and-a-half million," he said, "Even you couldn't say no to that."

"I could if it involves compromising my morals," she said, "You know Dragonguard was investigated for warcrimes-"

"On five separate occasions," he finished for her, "Those were all dropped, so was what happened in Africa."

"And you still want to join them because they flashed you a massive paycheck?" Marquez asked.

"Are they officially a criminal organization?" he asked.

"No," she said, fuming.

"Well then I haven't done anything illegal," he said, "I'll admit that I do have my reservations though."

"Then help me understand why you're interested in her offer," Marquez said, "You're on record saying you hate mercenaries, so I know you're not the kind of man to whore himself to just anyone who pays you enough."

"She knows things," he said, "She knows the truth about things that scare the ever-loving crap out of me, and I think I have better odds of survival if I'm on her side."

"Such as?" she asked.

"Monsters and magic are real," he said.

"Ugh," Marquez groaned, "Don't tell me you're one of those crackpot conspiracy theorists who thinks she's a sorceress ."

"I know she is," he said, "I've seen it."

"Her "powers" are a combination of hallucinogens and good old-fashioned stage magic," Marquez said, "And all those photographs from the 1800's of women who look like her are just hoaxes or one of her direct ancestors. It's all an act."

"Uh huh," he said, "Tell me, what does my file say about my final mission? The one on the Yukon/Alaskan border." Marquez rolled her eyes but played along anyway.

"These are your own words," she said, "'We flew into a winter storm and experienced complete whiteout conditions. Ice must have formed on the rotors because our pilot lost all control of the helicopter. Then we spun out, and crashed. Shrapnel shredded my leg, but I found enough strength to check on my fellow servicemen, but they all died on impact.' You go on to talk about how you fixed the radio to call for help and your odd words about a wolfman and cannibals were delusions brought on by blood loss and hypothermia."

"Yeah, every word of that was bullshit," he said.

"Are you saying you lied in your report?" She asked.

"There was a coverup and I was **** to change my story," he said.

"You actually believe you were attacked... by a wolfman?" Marquez asked.

John pulled back his pant leg to show her the scar from the creature's icy bite.

"Does that look like shrapnel to you?" he asked. Marquez was struck dumb for a moment then regained her composure.

"You were in bear country at the time," she said dismissively.

"Whatever," he said, "Why am I still here?"

Agent Marquez sighed and sat down on the very edge of the table. Then she undid the top three buttons of her shirt giving him a better view of her slender neckline.

"Goddamn, it's hot in here," she said (it wasn't), "I'll be realistic, John. The warrant today, it's not gonna' stick. Emura's legal team will be here any minute now, and they'll pick it apart like a frog in a science lab."

"What does that have to do with me?" he asked.

"I can tell she hasn't completely sunk her claws into you yet," she said, "And her other "knights" are slavishly loyal to her. They're practically untouchable, so I wanna cut you a deal."

"I'm listening but that doesn't mean I'll agree," he said.

"We need a real case against her," she said, "That means real evidence, but her company is an impenetrable fortress. If we had someone on the inside-"

"What can you offer me better than two-and-a-half million dollars?" he asked skeptically.

"I can't. But we can pay you a million dollar bounty for any incriminating evidence you bring us," she said, "And in exchange for you cooperation, I can guarantee you immunity from the law for any non-violent crime you commit while you're under her employment."

"She operates all over the world," he said, "What would I do if I find something she did overseas?"

"Leave that to me," Marquez said, "We're not the only agency investigating her right now." She leaned back in a way that accentuating her slender torso and stretched her shirt over her breasts. Her body wasn't nearly as impressive as Emura's, but John still appreciated the view.

"Do we have a deal?" she asked and gently brushed her hand past his arm. Before he could answer, the door buzzed open again and a rather portly agent entered the room.

"Lucia," he said, "Ms. Maidenfire's lawyer is here."

"Right on schedule too," Marquez said then quickly jotted down her contact information and gave it to John.

"You're free to go, John," she said, "But think about my offer while you're thinking about hers."

"Lucia," the other agent said just as an extraordinarily beautiful woman pushed past him. While Emura just radiated raw sex, this woman was like elegance given form. She seemed to be late-forties, maybe older, but she apparently aged like the finest wine. Her hair was coppery with streaks of silver, and icy blue eyes with just the faintest crows feet which did more to make her look sophisticated than old. Her suit looked like it cost as much as a car but was less overtly sexual than Emura's usual choice of outfit. Her blouse was actually buttoned all the way for example, and her dress went much lower so it wasn't obvious that she was wearing lingerie. Her tits weren't any less impressive though.

"This is a disgrace!" she said in the most inviting British accent he had ever heard, "If you keep targeting my clients like this, I'm going to take it personally!"

"What, you mean the FBI can't go after criminals, Ms. Faye?" Marquez asked.

"Your agents didn't have sufficient probable cause to issue a warrant," the other woman said, "Nor did you find any radioactive materials in an empty crate!"

"Oh really," John said smugly.

"As your attorney I suggest you remain silent," she said then continued on a five minute long itemized list of infractions on the FBI's part, from memory, and concluded with, "Therefore, the charges leveled against my client, her employees, and guest have no merit!"

"Lucia, I tried to stop them, but it's out of our hands now," the other agent said. Agent Marquez rapped her knuckles and the table and glared at the other woman.

"Of course," Marquez rolled her eyes and uncuffed John's wrists.

"That was fast," he said as he followed the gorgeous attorney down the hall. Emura stepped out of another room and her handcuffs fell to her feet. They looked like they had been cut by a plasma torch.

"We'll talk later," she said in passing and fell into step next to the other woman.

"Hello, Mistress," Emura said and pushed the doors open with her magic, "I'm driving."

"It's my car, dear," the other woman said.

"I always drive!" Emura hissed.

"Oh wow," John said when he saw the car: a golden Rolls Royce with silver -not chrome, actual silver- highlights. He climbed into the back seat and sniffed with satisfaction. Emura pulled away from the FBI office and the two women kept talking.

"I hope this is the last time I have to get you out of jail," Emura's attorney asked.

"Oh, that is rich coming from you, Mistress," Emura said and floored it onto the freeway.

"Watch your tone."

"Wait. Mistress?" John asked. The woman looked back at him and gave him the same predatory grin he'd seen when he first met Emura.

"And who is this handsome devil?" she asked.

"Don't give her your full name," Emura warned him.

"Uh, Lieutenant Doe," he said.

"Charmed," the woman said in a tone he couldn't identify.

"Lieutenant... this is Morgan le Fay," Emura said.

"Wait, I'm sorry," he stammered, "Did you just say-"

"Yes," Emura confirmed, "That, Morgan le Fay. I was her apprentice."

"This is your attorney?" he asked.

"There's no lawyer more meticulous or irritating than one of the Fair Folk," Emura said.

"Yeah, but the Morgan le Fay?" he asked, "King Arthur's mistress?"

"His queen, dear," Morgan corrected him.

"How did you go from the Queen of Britain to being her attorney?" he asked. "No offense."

"After the **** of King Arthur-" Morgan said.

"You mean after you murdered Arthur," Emura interjected.

"Fine, after I orchestrated the **** of King Arthur, I was banished from the mortal realm for a thousand years," she explained, "When I finally returned, I wasn't allowed to hold any political office. Mortal law though was every bit as esoteric as sorcery, so of course it came naturally to me."

Emura audibly groaned and pulled off the freeway headed out of the city after which her phone started ringing.

"Hello?" she asked, "Yes, head back to the airport for now and get everything to the staging area. We're two hours behind schedule thanks to the feds, so don't dally. One last thing, I didn't see Woods at the airport, so let me know the second you see him."

"You sound stressed, Emmy dear," Morgan said.

"Do not call me that!" Emura snarled and John felt the heat radiating from her like a wall.

"You're not being very grateful," Morgan said.

"I don't owe you anything except legal fees," Emura said, "So don't try to wring an admission of debt out of me." Soon after that, Emura turned onto a road that led up into the hills. John looked up and out to see another huge mansion looming ever closer. The gate opened for them automatically and Emura pulled up to the main entrance.

"Don't be so sure about that," Morgan said as they all got out of the car, "You're not the only one who's needed my services as of late."

"What?" Emura asked.

"You don't pay me enough for my exclusivity," Morgan said, "Although I do have the documents you requested. They're in the boot of the car."

"Well it's about time," Emura said, "John would you please carry those for me?" He shrugged and opened the trunk, because you store things in a trunk not a boot, and grabbed a large and heavy briefcase. He glanced to the right and noticed an exquisite Chinese silk robe pressed in see-through plastic. Emura noticed it too and her eyes narrowed while blazing like miniature red suns. Morgan just smiled like the Mona Lisa, her expression giving nothing away, but John sensed there was some greater meaning to the article of clothing.

"Have fun playing army in the desert tonight, Emmy," Morgan said before pulling away from the mansion.

"That bitch!" Emura hissed and her eyes returned to normal. Well, normal for her. John meanwhile wanted to turn invisible even as he followed her inside. After dropping off the case in her office, she told him to come with her. Then she unlocked a heavy vault door and he almost got an erection from what he saw inside.

"Welcome to my armory," she said. The walls were adorned with guns and blades of every kind, but there was a also a glass case containing a stack of what looked like scrolls, and a square pillar in the middle of the room was just covered in sticks. No, not sticks, staffs. Staffs and magic wands.

"Have you ever used a sword?" she asked.

"Can't say that I have, no," he said while drooling over a light machinegun.

"Hmm." Instead of a sword, she grabbed a short axe.

"Here," she said, "This is Aesir steel. Tonight, we may encounter beings that won't even notice if you shoot them, but you're not ready for one of my own blades yet. This axe can cut through the defenses of most monsters. Give it a try." He gave the axe a few swings and a flourish to test the weight. It was heavy enough to do its job, but perfectly balanced so that he wouldn't tire his swinging arm too soon.

"Only use it in an emergency," she said.

"I thought the mission was tomorrow," he said, "And what do you mean by one of your blades?"

"My knights' swords were forged by me," she explained as he practiced with the weapon on a foam dummy, "And we start tonight at midnight, so get familiar with that axe then get some rest."

They didn't get much rest before nightfall. John was underneath with Emura lying stretched out on top of him and straddling his hips. Her divine tits were pressed into his chest while she massaged his upper arms. Their lips were mashed together like they were trying to fuse together at the mouth while playing with each other's tongues.

At her request, they had moved outside since it was such a beautiful night, warm with just the slightest breeze which ruffled Emura's hair. Their clothes were still on, but they both knew they wouldn't be for long.

After they made out for a straight minute, Emura pulled away leaving behind a thin string of their mixed saliva. Then she sat up straight and pulled off her cropped shirt, tossed it aside, then dove back in for another long make out session, grabbing his head and pinning him in place. He fiddled with his pants trying to wrench them off while she ground her hips against his throbbing boner. Next he yanked down her pants and she fished his cock out of his underwear.

Lining him up with her burning hot pussy, she slammed her hips down and screamed with joy into his mouth. Her breath was almost searing, but somehow he wasn't harmed, probably her magic keeping him safe. Next he grabbed hold of her strong thighs and she squirmed on his cock before falling into a rhythm of thrusting back and forth.

She stopped kissing him and said, "Oh yeah baby! Oh you know how to handle your cock so well!" Then he heard footsteps and tilted his head sideways to see an incredible pair of legs with high heels. He followed them up to the woman's wide hips, flat but curvy torso, massive bust, then ended at Emura's face. He looked back down and there she was still riding him.

"How good are you at multitasking?" second Emura asked shimmying out of her skirt just as a third Emura appeared kneeling down next to the first. Second Emura squatted over his face and pushed his head up into her pussy. She tasted quite different from the last time he ate her out. Compared to her sweet nectar he remembered, now her pussy tasted more smoky, but not bad. Was this second Emura even physically real or just an illusion? For that matter, was the real Emura's body just an illusion? He didn't know, and right now he didn't care, not as the first Emura pulled his cock out of her and the third one took him in her mouth.

She deepthroated him without gagging and then clenched the muscles in her throat, massaging his shaft and glans she pulled out. As soon as he was out of her throat, the first and he guessed the real Emura joined her duplicate in worshipping his cock.

Meanwhile second Emura bucked her hips on his face while moaning like a whore. Instead of cum though, she leaked something like a mist, or perhaps smoke which drifted into his nose. It smelled a bit like incense.

"I want some of that," the Emura who was riding his face said. She bent over to sixty-nine with him, joined the other girls licking up his precum, and squeezed his head between her muscular thighs. Now that her but wasn't entirely covering his head, he brought his fingers up to play with her pussy and prod at her rosebud. She shivered and moaned onto his cockhead which almost made him cum right there.

"I wasn't finished yet though," said the one who he thought was the real one, and straddled his hips again. However, instead of taking him inside, the third one joined her and they sandwiched his cock between their pussies.

He paused just a minute to watch the show. The two of them humping his cock were making out like lesbians and while the one whom he was eating out reached around and grabbed the closest one's tits. The first one broke the kiss with her duplicate and glared at him lustily then the other two peaked over their shoulders and did the same. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen, and he discovered that he could actually look into the eyes of Emura's duplicates. He was glad for that because her gold eyes were so sexy.

"Cum for me stud," the real Emura said as she and her duplicate worked their hips faster and faster. The feeling of sliding between their sopping wet labia was driving him insane and his waist was covered in a mix of her lady cum and his precum. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the real one by her hips and slammed his cock as deep in her as he could. The one riding his face grabbed his head and shoved his nose between her soft, warm ass cheeks, and the third one moved behind the real Emura to suck his ballsack while they fucked.

Just like the last time they fucked, he didn't feel himself tiring at all and felt like he could have gone on all night long. However then there was a humming like an engine the distance. A few minutes later a blackhawk helicopter zoomed over the mountain and made a circle around the property.

"That would be Kristen," Emura said, "Go ahead and cum." He involuntarily blasted his seed into her cunt and she writhed like a cobra on top of him as she shared in his pleasure with her own orgasm. The two illusory Emura's appeared to cum as well and dissipated into smoke with a lingering moan. She planted one last kiss on his lips as the helicopter came in to land.