Debriefing

John took advantage of the ride back to the manor to check in with Anna and the other girls. He was glad that his girlfriend had been so understanding of him sleeping with yet another girl, but she was going along so well with June and his mother that it was seen as a very low cost to help solve the mystery surrounding them. Besides, she even joked that the poor seer deserved a bit of fun for her troubles helping them and to brighten her dull life. Anna seemed to have really enjoyed the show and the glimpse inside the club, but she had been worried when he blacked out and the feed stopped.

While John was chatting through his interface, Lorelei was snuggling with him, wrapped in her cloak. She had fallen asleep almost directly after getting into the car, but even in her sleep John could see that one of her hands was between her legs. He was still feeling really horny, from a mix of the drink and the aura of the club, so he couldn't start to imagine what impact it could have on an empath that literally relied on her other senses and the magical fields around her to compensate her blindness.

Using his ability to multi-task, John started to put together a written report on what he found out at the club, with transcripts of what was said and a few stills from his gallery. During the ride Lorelei started to get agitated in her sleep; John kissed her forehead and held her tighter against himself, which seemed to calm her instantly. When the car stopped and the door opened, John hesitated and almost carried the still sleeping girl, but he remembered that having her wake up in a place where she had no memory of going to would be confusing to her.

"Lorelei, wake up. You're home!" he told her gently, stroking her cheek. She moved and her white eyes opened. She initially seemed embarrassed by where she was, her head resting on his lap, his arm around her, but despite heavy blushing she regained her composure and exited the car. She took the helping hand of Reginald and tried to stay wrapped in her cloak, avoiding further exposure in front of people she was living with on a daily basis.

"John. We'd like for you to come with us for debriefing while things are fresh in your mind. Please come with me," asked Moira, seemingly oblivious of the threat that formulating a courteous request with an **** squad of Knights behind her conveyed.

"Sure, I even prepared a report that I sent to your phone. But you should let Lorelei rest and recover before she has to report. I think that the experience was a lot more intense for her because of her role in the plan, the stress associated with it and her powers," he replied. He could see Lorelei smile and blush further as she was being led away by the butler when he said it.

Once inside the Manor, the group split. Lorelei was led to the upper floors by Reginald and the young maid that had helped John get his suit adjusted, while John was led downstairs by Moira, surrounded by the Knights. He soon was back in the same interrogation room were the plan was devised. As they reached the room, someone arrived to deliver a few copies of the report that John had just texted to Moira; if the Order was one thing, it was down to business.

"Miss Varnik isn't here?" asked Lord Brighton, thumbing through the printed document.

"The whole experience has been rather staggering for her; I think she needs some time to recover. I don't think that anything you would get from her tonight is worth stopping her from resting a bit," replied John. He noticed a nod of confirmation from Moira that made her father drop the subject.

"If it is so... I'm impressed that you already produced a documented report. Please, walk us through what happened," instructed Lord Brighton.

John explained a watered down version of what happened during the night to the assembly. He could see the confessor twitching at times to what he was saying and the sage scribbling pages of notes. The knight seemed bored and almost disappointed to not have been called for an **** of the place. Moira and her father were listening calmly, only interrupting for a few questions.

"So there are Abyssal creatures in this club?" asked Sir Krieg, finally hearing something he found interesting.

"Creatures or people able to shape-shift at least, I'm far from being an expert in these things. We found nothing clearly nefarious, but they are well informed and our cover seemed to have been pointless. From what I gather, these creatures, or what is leading this cult, are feeding off sexual energy and create such places to concentrate it. I get that the lack of dead bodies or epidemic of sickly people rules out actual succubi and the sort, from our previous briefing," explained John.

"You took a sample of the drink that they **** you to ingest?" asked Cornelius, reviewing his notes.

"Not so much **** on us than offer as a welcoming drink, but yes..." said John, producing the rest of his cocktail from his inventory to give it to the sage.

"You have been elusive if not duplicitous in many parts of your tale, Mr Newman. And there is something really strange: you say that Miss Varnik didn't leave your side, yet she's not on any of the pictures attached to your file and your report says little of your interactions with her," prodded the stern looking confessor.

"It is by design and not by omission. The extent of my interaction with Miss Varnik are hers to tell, and I wouldn't do anything to tarnish her honor or reputation, especially in her absence. As for why there aren’t any picture of hers it is for the exact same reason; I wouldn't add to the difficult experience of tonight the knowledge that people who see her everyday have access to a full folder of images of her in her most **** state. I thought that you would understand, out of concern for her modesty..." said John, putting him in the role of the lascivious pervert in his stead. The truth, but not all of it. Protecting the privacy of Lorelei didn't stop at her naked body; John was more concerned by hiding what he learned about her past and her motives to accept the mission.

"Ohh, of course... I didn't think you would... I mean with your rep..." tried to explain a confessor as red as his surplice while all eyes turned towards him.

"You did well tonight, young mage. You helped us learn some more about this possible threat and kept the young Miss Varnik safe in the process. I get it that you will be willing to help further in the investigation?" concluded Lord Brighton.

"I made a promise to find the truth behind this cult. I hope to help you look further into this and that you will share with me any relevant information you uncover. I want to know what this is all about, one way or another," said John, trying to sound as serious as he was able to. John got up and extended his hand to shake, which the Lord Protector accepted.

"Until next time, Mr Newman. And don't think one second that you were sneaking this suit past us. Since it is your size and colors, you can keep it for the length of this investigation, but we expect it back after this," he said, which made John smile. He had hoped that they would forget about it for a moment.

After saying goodnight to Moira, John was escorted outside of the Manor, at which point he just vanished back to Arcadia.

Velvet cave: lowest level. 

The room was decorated in the same luxurious and warm colors and themes as the upper floors. Tryxie entered and followed the long path towards the throne. On each side of the room, two masses of naked bodies were swirling and sweating, interlocked in two frantic orgies. 

Totally naked and now of a bright magenta skin color, Tryxie fell to her knees in front of the throne, her forehead on the ground. 

"He was here, like you said. So much potential, exactly what we expected. But restraint, he did not fully commit, not yet..." she said.

"And what do you personally think of him?" replied a voice so sultry that it made the entire room shiver with pleasure. 

"Cute and a mind twisted just the way I like. He's not their tool, he's using them. He went so far, yet so far away. A shame I didn't get a go with him, I'm not used to men resisting me," replied the hostess, one hand busy between her legs and panting. 

"He'll be back. It isn't over with him. Trust me," replied the voice, each word a tremor, the whole room exploding in orgasm at the end of the sentence. 

"Of course... Mother!" replied Tryxie after catching her breath. 

Townhouse: center of Springfield

Three large muscular men were busy on the bed, roughly fucking a girl, her long black hair held backward to control her.

Suddenly the door opened, and an older man, balding and fat, entered the room totally naked and kneeled in front of the bed.

"Mistress, Mistress! I found him!" said the newcomer.

The girl snapped her fingers, and the three jocks stopped; she removed the large cock she had in her mouth and spat a glob of cum at the man on the floor, doing nothing about what was filling her other holes. Her hair parted revealing first the cruel snark that barely eclipsed the cold beauty of her face and then her pointed ears, pierced by multiple trinkets.

"Talk, worm! And it better be worth it, or I'll take this little thing you like so much from you and give you to them," she barked. The three burly men had eyes of a pitch black and absolutely no expressions on their faces now that they had stopped.

"Divine Mistress, Immortal Temptress! I... I... Was at the cave, I know you said not to, but I... I saw him! The boy you showed us! He was there with a lanky hooded girl. Weird stuff happened! And then they went under! I saw it!! I swear! Please, you promised!" he begged.

"So, the little boy likes his fun. I can use this! I can use this. If I bring him in, no way this bitch Priscilla gets the credit; the master will see how poorly he chose when he replaced the senile, old fool."

"Mistress!"

"Oh yes, your reward. Don't worry, you deserve it. I'll let you please me."

"A thousand thanks, Mistress!"

"As soon as you lick these three clean, I'll let you suck their cum out of my ass; we have been doing this for 12 hours straight. Am I not a generous mistress?"

"The most generous, none is greater in this world or any other than the most perfect Kuralae!"