A new problem

Jess saw the bullet flying like someone turned everything around her to slow motion, unable to react. She felt Iris inside her body streaming out of her pussy once more, like she did so often to pleasure her. Only this time Jess didn't feel the joy of her orgasms, but fear overwhelming her. Or was it Iris' fear, who was far faster than Jess in understanding what was going on?

Still witnessing everything in slow motion, Jess saw Iris rush out of her and manifested in a shadow-clone in front of her. The bullet hit the Iris-clone through the stomach, but instead of flying through the dark mist of Iris, the bullet got stopped mid-air. The moment Iris stopped the bullet with its body, Jess got thrown back, like someone kicked her in the gut very hard and crashed to the ground. The time started to run normally again as Jess hit the ground very painfully. Her stomach hurt as well, even if the bullet hadn't physically hit her.

Growling, she tried to get up, but the woman with the gun fired a second time and Jess ducked. The bullet missed her head by only an inch.

“Demonic whore!” the attacker screamed and pointed with the gun at Jess. “Fucking die!”

Jess wanted to move, but the pain in her stomach hurt so much that she couldn’t get up in time to dodge a third bullet. The woman who shot at her just reloaded and now pointed with a triumphant face, slowly getting closer. She had to be a bit older than Jess, her brunette hair and her dark eyes gave her a very grim look. She wore a white shirt and jeans, on her belt was not only the holster for the pistol but also a walkie-talkie and a big knife.

“What a lucky girl I am,” the woman said satisfied as she aimed at the groaning Jess. “My Lady will be happy if I report that I killed one of…”

*WHOMM*

With a scream, the woman got blasted away from her victim, as Jess stretched out her hand and commanded Iris: ‘Get this slut!’

Iris, who had been inactive since her rescue from the bullet that would’ve hit Jess, now burst out of Jess’ pussy again. The shadow hit the attacking woman with such strength that she got flung through the whole reception and crashed with a scream in the wooden counter.

Jess tried to stand up again, but her legs were too heavy to move and she could only stare at the assassin, who got up faster. The woman pointed with the gun at her again with a face full of hatred, ready to shoot again.

“Fucking die!” she shouted and shot again. Again, the shot missed her for a few inches and Jess tried to crawl to some kind of cover. Maybe behind the counter...

Jess felt the bullet crash through her shoulder plate and screamed in agony, and in a swirl of pain, hate and fear, she felt Iris inside her do something on her own again…

Or was it Iris?

Hatred took possession of Jess and pushed her nearly to being nearly insane with anger in seconds. Anger that was very unlike her.

“YOU DUMB SLUT!” Jess screamed with a manic glimmer in her eyes. “YOU CUNT!”

With a scream, Jess let out a shockwave of black mist that flung the assassin through the room again, into a pair of cozy seats, where she crashed in with a loud yell.

“Jess!”

Jess looked up and saw a shocked Michael, right next to her. He looked from her to the woman, who now tried to got up from her crash. She'd lost her gun when she got kicked away and now pulled out her knife from her belt, her face an grimace of desperation and anger.

“I’ll kill you!” she shouted and started to rush to Jess and Michael, who stood in front of the first Iris-host. “I’ll kill you all!”

“No,” Michael said grimly and from his dark patches at his skin, two shadow tentacles raised and grabbed the woman by her shoulders. The two shadows also embraced her arms, her torso and her legs in a few seconds until the attacker couldn’t go anywhere.

Screaming and panicking, the woman tried to hit the shadows with her fists or the knife, but she would have had better luck holding water in her hands.

“NO!” she screamed. “NO! I WILL NOT…”

“Quiet!” Michael said loudly and the tentacles wrapped around the woman's throat until she could only gargle. With fear in her eyes, she had to watch how Michael now helped Jess back up.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned. “I heard the shots and felt a pain in my stomach that wasn’t from me. Your shoulder…”

“I am fine,” Jess muttered as she groaned at the ground, her wound on the shoulder slowly patching itself up. Blood stopped running in front of her eyes as the virus regenerated the skin from itself. Nonetheless, Jess still felt very weak. “Iris protected me, but…I felt something different too. Where are the others?”

“Still fucking,” Michael replied, looking above to the ceiling with a frown. “But they had to feel it too…”

“Yeah, but maybe we are not as fast as you,” Maren’s concerned voice came from the stairs.

Jess heard hasty steps before Maren, followed by Jack and Mira, burst from above into the reception and looked down to the scene. Maren used her wings to fly the few metres to Jess, who still was lying on the floor. Mira and Jack slowly got to the captured woman, who looked at the quintet with fear and disgust. Maren came closer to Jess and looked at the wound with a mix of concern and professionality.

“Just a flesh wound,” she muttered. “Hold on. I can patch you up faster.”

She laid her hands on the open wound on Jess' flesh and for a second Jess felt a very strong jolt of pain that made her groan out. But the next few seconds, a warmth took over her wound and calmed her. Jess looked carefully to the side and saw how the last bits of blood disappeared under her renewed soft skin. Maren had closed her eyes, her hands still on Jess shoulder. “Feeling better?” she asked Jess.

“I’m good,” Jess agreed, even though her stomach still hurt as if someone hit her with a hammer in it. “Iris did the work there, I think.”

All eyes went to the woman in the middle of the room, Michael hold in place. Jess felt that she recovered slowly and with a bit of help from Maren, she could stand up by herself. The shock from nearly getting shot down still was the most present thing in her memory, but the more she looked at the brunette woman who stood bound in front of her, the more she felt something different: anger and hate.

“Who is she?” Mira asked, who looked with a very disdainful face at the woman.

“Good question, I have a few of them myself,” Jess grumbled. “Michael, give her some space to speak.”

Michael nodded and released the tentacles from the woman’s throat. Jess had expected screams, insults, maybe getting spat on. But as the woman was able to speak again, she just looked at Jess with a disgusted face, her eyes blinking in fear and anger.

“A name won’t kill you, Miss Assassin,” Jess said and quirked an eye-brow. “Get on with it.”

“I won’t tell you anything, monster,” the woman replied coolly.

“No?” Jess asked and slowly traced a finger over the woman’s cheek. “You don’t want to make that messy, girl. And I assure you: I can make it messy.”

That was actually a lie, because Jess had neither killed someone with her power nor ever thought about it. But now, where she nearly got shot down herself, she felt that she could kill someone with her powers if she wanted to. Maybe even worse: she kind of wanted to hurt this assassin, a deep hatred still boiled inside her that somehow felt not like anything Jess had ever felt before. Maybe it was just the shock and the fear that she nearly had been killed.

“I don’t speak with your kind,” the woman replied, but has to close her eyes as Jess’ finger got to her neck. “Never.”

“Never?” Jess repeated and went with her finger over the white blouse of the woman. “Mmmh. Never. I don’t think so.”

She reached the collar of the shirt and looked with her dark eyes in the woman’s face. Now, where she looked at the woman, she noticed how good looking and well-built she was. She could’ve been a very good looking model or a movie-star who played a role as special agent in a thriller.

“You are infected, right?” Jess asked randomly, to watch how the woman would react. To her satisfaction, the woman opened her eyes and her grim face turned into shock.

“Aha,” Jess grinned. “Gotcha. So why is an infected, gorgeous woman trying to kill other Infected? Lost the fun in sex? Have you never been really satisfied? Are you trying to **** other Infected because you are just arrogant as hell?”

No answer. Jess expected that. The woman just looked at Jess, her lips trembling.

“Well,” Jess mumbled after a moment of silence. “Iris. Can you tickle it out of her?”

‘Sure.’

Iris materialized out of Jess' pussy and looked to the woman with its faceless shape. The woman’s eyes first got bigger, before she opened her mouth. “No,” she whispered. “No. Never.”

“Cooperate,” Jess said softly. “Tell me anything I want to know, slut. Simple as that.”