The DSD can't wait - Kyle Adams, agent of your Lady Grace (Kyle's P.O.V.)

It’s been three days since you were **** by agent Kai. Despite the fact that you absolutely don’t regret it anymore you still think about it as ****. Over the last forty-eight hours you felt your body go through tremendous changes. You check your fangs in the mirror, good…

Yesterday afternoon, your received a phone call from Nick Galetti. He told you about the tragic events that took place at Simmons' apartment. Should this call have reached you earlier, you might have approached the DSD with the truth about your little run in with agent Kai, but by the time you got it you were already planning a visit to your neighbor Agatha, every man’s fantasy. You check your tie, good as well…

Agatha is in your bed sleeping off your torrid night. Legs spread, her long red hair in a chaotic mess all over her shoulders and face. You can see her natural beautiful breast raising steadily. If it wasn’t already so late you wouldn’t mind fucking her again. There’s still some sperm coagulating on her left thigh just by one of the many bite marks you left on her body. You check your pants, not so good, you have another hard on…

After jerking off over your very first victim you quickly exit your apartment and get in the subway. You usually hate the smelly morning crowd but today, your new senses in alert, you ravel in the proximity of so many unsuspecting innocents. The thought that you could just take them one by one, **** them and drain them is exhilarating.

At the station after yours a beautiful blonde gets in and manages to find some free space just a few inches from you.

“Sorry,” she says pushing your suitcase

“Don’t be,” you reply.

Nick told you about the mental control powers you were bestowed upon. You didn’t get to use them too much last night because, one, Agatha was already into you and, two, she had some kind of weird fetish for demons. You concentrate trying to trap the eyes of the girl into your gaze.

The train turns and the girl is projected into your arms. Instead of going back to her former position she stays tucked against you using the subway movements to rub her ass against your cock. The people around you don’t even notice either too busy trying to look somewhere else or trying to find a few more minutes of sleep before the impending doom of a new day of work.

“I must get out here,” the girl tells you.

“Do you really?” you ask her.

“I’ll be late for work,” she insists.

“Does it really matter?”

“No, not really,” she concludes letting the doors close on her stop.

Fifteen minutes later, she’s on her knees sucking at your hard cock in some public bathroom you found just outside your subway stop. Her lips around your shaft, her tongue laminates the head thoroughly. You already came three times in her mouth but just to be sure you tell her to bend over the sink. You lift her skirt and take a moment to admire her drenched panties. You pull on them and drive yourself inside the deliciously warm cavity, once, twice and finally you come again. You leave her with you card and tell her to call you in a couple of days. She nods still completly under the spell of the pleasure.

Harry Bailey, your section chief is waiting for you by your cubicle.

“Agent Adams, it is the first and last time you show up this late, am I clear?”

You’ll have to take care of him soon.

You say the first thing that pops through your mind.

“Yes sir, very clear, my apologies sir, I was delayed by a blind man that needed to cross the street.”

“And that took you forty five minutes?”

You’ll have to take care of that prick really soon.

“No sir, my apologies, sir.”

“Let it this be the last time…”

Okay, you’re taking care of the motherfucker today!

You sit at your desk and turn on your computer. You go through your mails, nothing relevant. A couple of office jokes you’ve read already twenty times, a follow up on a file you treated a few days before about suspected demon activity in a gang turf war, the daily security bulletin of the DSD; You take some time to browse through it.

Most of the articles talk about the events from the day before. A long eulogy to the Memory of Agent Simmons, a detailed report of the incident at her place, a note from the research department covering some of the specificities of the new powers of former agent Kai, an update on the hunt.

“Agent Adams?”

You turn around to find two suits looking at you.

“Yes?”

“Agent Adams, you will follow us; we have a few questions for you.”