Good Cop, Bad Cop, and Cop-a-Feel

Lady Maria Lucero, age 21. Heiress to House Lucero, the only remaining child of Miguel Lucero. First Blade of the Darkmoon Knights, U.S. chapter. Presently wants to kill Jayne Bronwen. The Luceros were a venerable house that had the distinct misfortune of being on the losing side of the English Civil War. Devout Catholics, the Luceros fled to Spain as Protestantism won the day, fortunately, their family had enjoyed good relations with King Philip IV of Spain amongst other Hapsburgs. Centuries later the Luceros would return to England just a few years prior to the Spanish Civil War, settling in just in time for the Second World War. Miguel Lucero would later be sent to the United States where he would oversee the founding of the first chapter of Darkmoon Knights in the Americas as well as fall in love with Maria’s mother.

She started towards Jayne like a woman on a mission only for the sleeve of her school uniform to be caught by Keeper Cecilia, “my lady, would you be so kind to guide me to sit next to Miss Bronwen?” Maria paused and took a deep breath, she knew that although the Keeper was blind she had no problem finding her way. Cecilia had graciously tempered the young knight’s anger. “Of course, good Keeper,” she managed while suppressing her rage at the young murderess Miss Mallor was harboring.

All while glaring daggers at Jayne, Maria guided the Keeper next to her and pulled out a chair helping her sit, before making her way around to sit opposite the redhead, with Beatrice on her left.

Beatrice began, “so Miss Bronwen... you are being accused of attacking the minds of, with the intent to kill the Watch’s seers,” she looked to Maria ignoring Jayne’s shocked face as it quickly drained of color. “By the way, Lady Lucero, how are they doing?”

Maria felt the headmistress’ cold disregard but knew better than to let herself be baited by now, “one is dead, one comatose, and Brother Jordan is restrained in the ward at the moment because he keeps trying to claw and eat his own face,” she studied the trembling redheaded witch. In her mind, the terrible fear was a sure sign of the girl’s guilt.

“A tragedy, I’m sure we all agree,” Beatrice said, “so with all of their seers, unavailable, Keeper Cecilia here volunteered to fill in and act as a neutral party.” The Keeper only nodded demurely to this. “So, let me explain what Miss Bronwen has told me, so she doesn’t have to repeat herself, and Cecilia will be able to confirm it.”

...

Several minutes later, Maria was glancing back and forth at Jayne and the headmistress as if the two were conspiring against the natural order of things. She worried about the Accord, her chapter of knights, a full-scale magic war unleased on the town as a result of this if anything they said weren’t true. With concern she looked over to Cecilia, “can you probe her memories, and confirm this is true?” An eldrich mage was already exceedingly rare, but to find a natural who had no idea magic even existed until today was unheard of.

Keeper Cecilia once again nodded, then offered her hand palm up to Jayne.

For her part, Jayne was doing all she could just to hold it together. She was glad she hadn’t eaten lunch after all. The young redhead looked at the Keeper’s hand, then over to Miss Mallor questioningly who simply nodded to her over those half-rimmed glasses. Reluctantly she accepted Cecilia's hand.

...

Jayne was suddenly back in the locker. The strong scent of her own sexual arousal filled her nostrils, she felt the tape over her mouth and bindings on her hands and feet. She felt the ridiculous vibrator and butt plug once more, and the taste of her own panties gagging her. Her joints ached from being crammed in such a confined space once more, tears fell down her face as her eyes were red and puffy from both crying and lack of sleep.

Then she heard Cecilia’s voice, “ssh, it’s alright. We’re in your memory... only I can see this, only you can hear me, and only I can hear you.” Jayne could feel the older woman’s sympathy for her and what she was experiencing. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Cecilia had never probed a memory like this before, she felt the girl’s arousal and distress but her curiosity grew as she felt something very unfamiliar between Jayne’s legs. “You have a...?”

“Yes,” Jayne replied in shame that was multiplied by this memory.

It was Cecilia’s turn to feel ashamed, she knew what she was about to suggest was highly inappropriate, but here in their combined mind’s eye, they were alone. “My order does not permit us to know a man... in the biblical sense if you will,” she paused. “But you are no man. May I give you a new memory to think of instead when you recall what you went through?”

Jayne’s mind was boggled as she realized what this beautiful, mysterious woman was asking. A very tiny part of her wondered why twice now sexy things have occurred to her at very inappropriate times but that aspect of her mind was quietly asked to shut up. She shuddered as she realized how much power Cecilia held over her right now. Not only did the outcome of this trial of sorts depend on her word, but Jayne also realized the woman didn’t have to ask. She was essentially at this woman’s mercy, the Keeper could literally do anything she wanted to her right now and there was nothing Jayne could do about it.

Cecilia sensed the hesitation, her shame grew “forgive me... I’m sorry for being so unprofessional, it was very inap-” she was cut off by Jayne, “no. Don’t be. I want this.”

...

The water was hot, it felt amazing as Jayne stood under the showerhead, letting it rinse over her and run down her nude form. It was then she felt Cecilia and her impressive bust pressing up against her own diminutive chest The mismatch of two might’ve been slightly humorous if she wasn’t lost in the older woman’s warmth. The Keeper’s arms wrapped around her and began to wash her with a bar of soap. It smelled like shea butter. Cecilia teased her, washing and soothing the sore muscles of her arms, her shoulders, her neck, working her way down her back, pausing to reach back to her front soap up her abdomen, dropping teasing low towards her erection before she began to focus on her small bust. The older woman was inexperienced, yet through their connection, she knew everything about Jayne’s body. She moaned wantonly as her nipples were played with. The Keeper then climbed to her knees and began to wash Jayne’s feet, working her way up one leg at a time. Cecilia’s mouth was teasingly close to her cock now, she leaned forward and gave her head a kiss, causing her cock to twitch in pleasure and the redhead to shudder. Then she reached around and began to lather up and fondle Jayne’s ass in equal measure. Her hands traveled to Jayne’s undercarriage and began teasing her female sex.

Cecilia stopped, she had Jayne mewling like a kitten with her every touch now. She lathered up her hands really well and put the soap aside, with one hand she began to clean and fondle Jayne’s balls, with the other wrapped around her hard cock, and began eagerly stroking it. “I want you to remember this instead when you think of that terrible night,” she said huskily.

Jayne thought she literally might break from the pleasure. The sexy hand job from Tasya had been one thing, but Cecilia had taken slow care to stimulate every part of her body. The wet redhead gazed down that voluptuous blond on her knees before her. Only now did she notice that she wasn’t just blind. Cecilia had no eyes at all. Eyelids closed over two empty sockets. She moaned again as the woman teased the most sensitive part of her cock, just underneath and to the left a bit, she shudder and felt her knee go weak. “I’m... I’m... coming!!!”

Cecilia moaned as they experienced Jayne’s orgasm together, “oh yes Jayne... cover my tits in your seed!” She had no idea how she could be so vulgar, maybe it was the link to Jayne’s mind, or maybe these desires were always there. She didn’t know. But she relished the feeling of the younger woman’s cum all over her chest, splashing a bit on her chin and lips as well. She dared a slight taste of the girl’s seed, “Hm. Did you know you taste like berries?”

The spent redhead collapsed, Cecilia held her close, her cum smearing on each other’s chest but quickly washing away under the hot water. Jayne embraced Cecilia and buried her face in the crook of her neck, a weak, “so I've been told... thank you” was all she could manage.

...

Then she was back in Tasya’s apartment. She relived their conversation and subsequent encounter. Cecilia said nothing but there was a slight feeling of mirthful pride from her, mixed with some embarrassment as she watched the two young women sexually experiment with one another. Following the climax of their encounter came the dream. But there was nothing this time. No church, no belltower, no crow-woman. Jayne thought she was staring into space, but there was something moving. No, not moving. It was growing. Deep unending void. As it grew the stars disappeared... snuffed out by the thousands as this nothingness grew. Her eyes were drawn to a new motion small black sprites with bright white eyes flying towards her. As they got closer she saw they came in all sizes, some tall, some short, some wide and stocky, no two of them seemed exactly alike as far as she could tell. They had no arms or legs, yet had no trouble moving about this ever-darkening space. It was just then she realized. They were not coming toward her, they were fleeing from the growing void. This time the dream ended with a frightful deep howl that carried a sense of sadness and insatiable hunger.

Then she was waking up in Tasya’s bed again. “That wasn’t the dream I had the first time,” she told Cecilia. “Odd that, instead of blocking the memory from me you experienced a new dream. A surprisingly prescient one at that,” there was a bitter appreciation, Jayne felt a sense of irony but didn’t quite understand it.

Cecilia could not read the letter nor understand the page either but was able to confirm their existence. Then she watched Jayne relive the terrible vision. She saw the naked girl try to stay upright and conscious while at the same time seeing all the perversions and grotesqueries she was being shown. That’s when she felt it... the moment that must’ve affected the Watch’s seers. Jayne’s mind let out a massive psychic scream unintentionally as she experienced the mental agony of her mind being rearranged. It was sound now burned into Cecilia’s memory, she now felt what Jayne had experienced, it was like her very soul being torn asunder and remolded, like hot steel folded on itself and hammered into shape.

...

Cecilia was screaming. Maria and Beatrice looked on in horror. Jayne quickly let go of the Keeper’s hand. She wanted to hug her, but some part of her knew touching her wouldn’t be a good idea right now. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry,” she felt bad, she couldn’t apologize enough. Was this what those seers Maria had mentioned went through. She was frightened, not for herself, but afraid she somehow hurt Cecilia.

Maria’s horror had changed to anger, afraid the witch had cast some foul spell on her friend. She wouldn’t allow it. Jayne had to be stopped. With surprising speed she launched herself across the table, a blade not dissimilar from the one on her pendent materialized in her right hand as she drew it back and grasped Jayne by the collar of her jacket ready to strike and drive it right through the fiend’s heart.

This was it, Jayne thought. This was the moment she was going to die. She didn’t see her life flash before her eyes, but she thought of her mother and sister. She thought of her cat they were taking care of for her while she was at the academy. She thought she’d die a virgin. She thought of an afterlife, of heaven, hell, or purgatory. Or maybe she’d just cease to exist at all. After all, she was clearly fine when she didn’t exist, why would it matter to her when she no longer did, she thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. No matter what happened she didn’t want to see it coming though, she closed her eyes and brought her arms and hands up as a reflex, her body’s basic instinct being to try and protect herself even if her mind had accepted her demise.

That’s when Maria saw it. The silver ring on Jayne’s finger. The stylized blue crescent moon. She froze and stayed her hand, the blade barely an inch from her target. She opened her mouth but no words would come, her lip trembled. Maria let go of Jayne, the blade in her hand dematerialized. She sat back down. A deep horror and unremitting shame struck her, the kind that cuts deeper than a blade ever could. She had nearly slain someone who bore the mark of the Blue. A promise of her order’s protection.

Cecilia’s long scream and anguish ended, it took a long moment to process what just happened. Before she could explain what happened her first response was to hug Jayne tightly and give her a kiss on the cheek. “It’s okay...” she sounded exhausted, but did her best to reassure the girl, and everyone else she would be well, “it’s okay. I’m okay. Give me a moment, please.”

That was the second kiss Jayne had received today from someone she’d just met. Also, somehow she was still alive. She opened an eye to peek and no longer saw a vengeful warrior about to kill her, but instead someone who looked shaken to their core. Almost as though she were defeated and had no idea how or why. When Cecilia let go of her, Jayne dared to drop her hands down from their pitiful attempt to shield herself. She was trying to keep up but had no idea what the fuck was going on anymore.

In stark contrast, Beatrice sat there calmly with a deeply unamused expression on her face. She had some concern for the well-being of everyone in the room, even if she didn’t show it. However, she also knew the wards of this room would prevent people from harming one another, something she would continue to neglect to mention. “Well, now. If everyone’s got that out of their system. I’m interested to hear what Keeper Cecilia has to say,” she said in a droll voice.

“It’s true. All of it. There was no malicious intent on the girl’s part. That page she read affected her so deeply you could hear her soul screaming. I’m fortunate it was just a memory.” Cecilia managed after she had calmed down. “I should still question the one who found her this morning though, Tasya Grothia,” she could sense Jayne start to protest “don’t worry, I have no reason to suspect her of anything, due to her... special circumstances. But I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t at least speak to her,” she smiled in the redhead’s direction.

Maria and Beatrice looked at one another. Neither of them was sure that this made the situation any less tenuous. Jayne would be pardoned of any wrongdoing. No one would question the word of a Keeper. But now they had a mage capable of a frightening amount of power, who was also a traumatized 18-year-old girl on their hands. Maria had no idea how Jayne had received a mark of protection... but that meant it was now her order’s duty to protect her. The question of where the ring came from would be one she’d have to leave up to Cecilia for now. Their biggest issue now was the Watch. They would see Jayne as dangerous and want her locked away in a well-warded cell or otherwise somehow firmly under their control, and no one could truthfully argue she wasn’t potentially very dangerous.

Though her face didn’t betray it, Beatrice had a mischievous idea... or she thought it was her idea. It was, wasn’t it? Why did she question that? Of course, it was her idea and therefore a good one. “Miss Bronwen it seems a full education about what you’ve stepped into is in order, but the more pressing concern is you need a change of living arrangements until another matter is sorted.” She began her next sentence looking at Jayne, “how would you like to live in,” she turned her head to look at Maria, “a mansion for the time being?”

In unison, both girls replied, “what?” For very different reasons.