The cold night air of New York greeted us once again as we stepped out into the alley, the wind slicing through the streets like knives made of winter. My breath came out in clouds, visible reminders that this city never truly slept, only shivered. Alucard walked beside me, his red trench coat catching the faint street lights. Enzo shuffled behind, hands jammed into his pockets, eyes darting at every noise.
We turned down a narrow street where frost glazed the cobblestone edges. The cold wind whipped through the buildings, making me tug my scarf tighter. "You sure we can trust Rodin?" Alucard asked without looking at me, his voice as calm and cold as the wind.
"For now," I said, watching a trash can lid roll past us in the wind. "But should shit hit the fan, don't expect him to lift a finger." Enzo's voice cracked in, trying to cut the tension. "Yeah, well… I've seen him help people before… kind of. He did help that one guy with a cursed prosthetic arm."
"Was that before or after the guy lost his soul?" I asked. Enzo laughed nervously. "...Touché." We came to a stop near a corner, and I handed Enzo a folded piece of paper. "Here. Sketch of Jeanne, saying I want you to find her, she's important." Enzo opened the paper, his brows lifting. "Yeah, I'll get right on it, boss."
I reached down, resting my hand firmly on his tiny shoulder. "Oh no, little man, you're mine now. And I meant what I said about settling down, finding a good woman, and making some kids. You want to retire peacefully someday, right? Well, start now by keeping tabs on my people."
Enzo gave a nervous chuckle. "Of course, the boss considers it done. I'll call you in a few days, promise." I smiled coldly. "You better, or I'm sending those two after you again." He paled. "Message received," he said, scampering off with urgency.
Alucard and I watched him disappear into the crowded streets. He exhaled slowly. "Well… that was"
"Interesting," I finished for him. We both chuckled. "I didn't expect Rodin to know so many famous forgers," I said. "He's older than he looks," Alucard replied. "And he reeks of power. Ancient and foreign, tainted by neither Heaven nor Hell. I don't think he even sides with anyone but himself."
"Same here," I muttered. "But for now, he's useful. Later? We'll have to see."
"Indeed," Alucard said. "Anyway, I'm heading back to the hangar. I'm tired of being dressed like a clown." I handed him the car keys. "Here. I'll catch up later. I want to pick up something for Sherry." He nodded, his coat billowing as he disappeared into the busy sidewalk crowd.
I walked alone for a few blocks, the energy of the city buzzing in my chest. I eventually stopped in front of a jewelry store with a frosted glass window and the faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla lingering from inside. The holiday displays sparkled with warmth against the bitter morning air.
The bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped inside. "Welcome in," a soft voice greeted.
The clerk stood behind the counter, elegant and poised. Her nametag read Tiffany, a beautiful Black woman with warm hazel eyes and rich brown skin. She wore a white blouse under a tailored black jacket, with subtle gold earrings that complemented her whole look.
"Hi," I said, offering a polite smile. "I'm looking for multiple gifts. Different people, different meanings." Tiffany leaned forward, intrigued. "I love a challenge. Tell me who you're buying for."
"I need something for a little girl, something bright but not tacky. Then a gift for… a lover, not girlfriend or wife, it's a long-distance thing. I want her to know I'm still thinking about her. Another one's an apology gift for a colleague because I'm about to give her bad news, and I want to not get in so much trouble when I do. Then… two matching sets for women who are friends but more like sisters."
Her brows rose slightly. "You certainly keep busy."
I smiled, "You have no idea."
She walked around the counter and gestured toward a display of silver and gemstone items. "For the girl, I'd recommend this silver necklace with a diamond-inset heart. Timeless, and when she's older, you can change out the chain."
"Perfect," I said.
"For the lover," Tiffany continued, "this earring and anklet combo is silver with tiny snowflake-shaped opals. Great for winter and subtle enough to wear every day."
" Looks good as well."
"For the colleague," she offered a thicker bracelet with sapphire studs, a matching necklace, and, off the record, threw in a matching earring set at 25% off.
"I'll take it," I nodded.
"And for the two women like sister's" she said with a mischievous grin.
I pointed at two rings under a glass case, both silver, but one diamond surrounded by red rubies, the other by onyx stones in a princess cut ring. Tiffany's eyes sparkled. "You've got great taste. These two are part of our custom luxury line. They'll love it."
"Good, then I will take everything, thank you." I headed to the front, watching Tiffany ring everything up and wrap the pieces individually in deep green boxes tied with black ribbon. She was focused, but I noticed her glance at me a couple of times.
She finally looked up. "That'll be fifteen thousand, altogether." I chuckled while sighing internally and screaming. I slid out my black card, not the government-issued one, but my card. The one tied to my time in Raccoon City when I made careful investments. I had divided the money I got from Leo and the money I stole from the Iron Serpents.
Between stocks and business ventures of ideas, I stole from my original world. I'm not a millionaire, but I can do these types of purchases a hundred more times before I start to feel it. I made sure to give some to Billy Coen. He didn't trust the US government anymore, so I made him a secret agent for me. He works with Leo, running secret operations and gathering intel around the world.
Tiffany raised a brow, impressed. "These ladies will definitely be surprised."
"I hope so," I said. As she slid the receipt across the counter, I noticed her glance at me again, this time not just professionally. I leaned in just a little. "So… you got any plans for the holidays?" Her smile returned, subtle and curious. "Actually, I get off in five minutes. I live just up the street."
"Really?" I asked with a grin. "I'm only in town for a business meeting. I leave in a few hours private flight." She raised a brow. "Then we'd better not waste time."
"I agree, let me put these in the car and come back for you." Tiffany chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll see you in a few minutes." As I walked out with my bag of gifts, I let the cold slap me back into focus. One mission after another… but even I need to breathe, and for once, I didn't mind treating myself.
The streetlights of New York buzzed faintly above me as I stepped across the cracked sidewalk, the frigid air of winter cutting through my jacket and scarf. I turned the corner into the open-air lot, spotting the car we left idling, a sleek, jet-black Lexus LS 400, tinted windows and chrome rims catching every bit of street light.
Inside, Alucard sat slouched in the passenger seat, eyes closed, head tilted slightly as soft, gritty music poured from the speakers. Nirvana. I recognized the song Come As You Are. A strange choice for a vampire, but he seemed to like it, nodding slowly to the beat.
He cracked one eye open as I opened the rear door and placed the bags inside. "Is all that for little Sherry?" he asked dryly, gaze lingering on the wrapped boxes.
"No," I said with a smirk. "I'll explain things later. I'm going to talk to someone real quick back in a few minutes."
"Okay, don't take too long," he said, returning to the music. "No promises," I muttered, shutting the door. I walked briskly back around the block to the jewelry store. The cold didn't bite as hard now that my mutations kept me warm. As I approached, I saw Tiffany, now wrapped in a long, winter-stylish cream coat, standing at the door with a half smile and expectant eyes.
I raised an arm with a crooked grin. "Lead the way." She chuckled, looping her arm through mine. "Of course, my good sir." We walked together, her boots and my Converse's crunching softly against the snow patches. The city was calmer now, quieter. A thin mist rolled over the street, swirling around our ankles as we walked.
"So," Tiffany asked, her voice curious, "where are you from?" "Baltimore," I answered truthfully. "Born and raised." Technically true. It was true in my old life. "But these days," I continued, "I'm all over the place. Contractor work."
She perked up at that. "What kind of contractor?" I gave her a knowing glance. "The government is kind." Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh?"
"Yeah," I said casually. "The kind that signs a lot of non-disclosure agreements." She laughed nervously. "Well then, I guess I'll stop asking questions."
"Smart," I said, grinning.
She smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "I'm from Philly. Moved here for school, ended up staying after I graduated. My uncle hooked me up with the jewelry shop and a Unit in the apartment building he owns."
We reached her building, a classic brick walk-up with stone steps and a thick black door. She unlocked it quickly, and we entered a warm hallway that smelled faintly of maple and old books.
Her apartment was just off the lobby, first floor, corner unit. Inside, the air was toasty and thick with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Her place was clean, elegant, and tasteful. A blend of soft, feminine touches, lavender curtains, scented candles, and bold colors and shapes that screamed independence. A space lived in, not posed.
I looked around as she took off her coat and hung it by the door. "This is a nice place."
"Thank you," she said. "It's quiet and cozy." She gestured to her bar cart, stocked with top-shelf tequila, rum, and wine. "Drink?"
"Yes, thank you, tequila please," I said. "Dealer's choice." She smiled. "Handsome man with good taste. You can put your coat on the hook, and shoes off, please."
I complied, noting the soft carpet under my feet. Tiffany moved with practiced ease, grabbing a bottle of El Tesoro Añejo and pouring us both a double shot. As she worked, she untied her bun and let her straight black hair fall to her shoulders, framing her hazel eyes and radiant brown skin beautifully. Her outfit, a fitted black pencil skirt, stockings, and her white dress blouse, was office formal, but somehow intimate now, like the shift in setting had redrawn the lines.
She handed me a drink. "To meeting new people," she said, raising her glass, and I raised mine. "And unexpected nights." I and we clinked our glasses. The tequila we sipped burned smoothly, warming the belly as the cold outside faded from memory.
She held her glass to her lips but paused, blushing a little. "Just so you know, I don't normally invite random strangers to my home. Especially customers, no matter how handsome they are."
I stepped closer, placing my finger softly on her lips. "I didn't think that at all." She blinked, frozen in place. "I was thinking," I continued, voice low, "how attractive you are… and how I want to taste and devour you. To make you scream my name. Again and again."
Her blush deepened, but she didn't break eye contact; if anything, her gaze burned brighter. I towered over her at 6'2, while she barely came up to my chest. I let my presence weigh on her, deliberately, watching her quiver.
"If you want that," I whispered, "then finish that drink and show me to your bedroom. Or we can do it right here, right now."
She swallowed, biting her supple lip. "What about after?" she asked breathlessly. I smiled. "I'll leave my number. But I have to go." As I unbuttoned her blouse, her breath hitched. She downed the tequila in a single gulp.
"Bedroom's beyond the kitchen," she said quickly, kissing me hard and wrapping herself around me. I finished my drink and placed both glasses on the kitchen counter. Then I scooped her up in one arm like she weighed nothing, carrying her effortlessly through the apartment, still kissing her.
Her breath was hot against my cheek as she murmured, "Do you… have protection?"
I paused at the doorway. "No. Is that a deal breaker?"
She smirked. "No. I have some in my nightstand."
I pushed the door open gently. Then placed Tiffany on her bed. I pulled off my shirt. Showing off my ripped muscles, the light of the room shining on my black skin. Tiffany stared at me with lustful eyes and bit her lip. I took off my pants, showing off my manhood, erect and ready to go. Then Tiffany's eyes opened wide. "I don't think I have a condom that big!" She said, sounding amazed. Surprised, and slightly nervous.
She handed me her largest condom from her nightstand. I opened it and put it on, pulling the latex down my shaft. A popping sound occurred. We looked at each other with slight grins on our faces.
"Is this a deal breaker?" I asked, "If none of the condoms fit?" Tiffany's eyes gazed longingly at me. "I don't care. Just don't cum inside me even if I beg you to." I smiled, "I'll think about it." I said, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I pulled her stockings off her legs.
I noticed a lavender-laced thong underneath her pencil skirt. I took her out of her skirt quickly and tore her blouse with ease, revealing a matching laced lavender bra. The buttons rolled on the ground. "I'll pay for that," I said.
She smiled, licking her lips. "Oh yes, you will, as she brought me in closer, flipping me to the bed. She pinned me and mounted me. My manhood stood up straight against her subtle ass. She took off her bra, revealing her perky, fat tits. She looked like a triple C cup.
She started to kiss me hard. Then, she moved her ass so she could grind her pussy on my shaft. She moaned and moaned. As she kissed me. Then she moved lower and started kissing and sucking my neck. Chest. Nipples. Then she had her face all the way down at my manhood. Her tiny hands grabbed it tight as she started licking the shaft. Up and down her throat went without stop.
Her supple lips open wide as she places her mouth around the tip of my manhood. Her mouth slowly took the tip and the shaft. She didn't gag but took the whole thing at once. I grunted in pleasure, thinking not even Jill could take my new size completely down her throat.
Tiffany's moved he mouth up and down, sucking on my manhood. Her hot, soaking wet throat was contracting like it was massaging my dick. It felt amazing, but it sounded like Tiffany enjoyed it more. She was moaning through the slurping sounds, and I saw her free hand was in her pussy, touching herself. I felt myself getting closer to climax, and Tiffany could tell. She started sucking harder and harder. Her tongue licked the tip like it was a lollipop, and her throat convulsed and hugged my manhood tightly.
I grabbed her head as I was getting closer to finishing. I thrusted harder and deeper in her throat, causing her to gasp slightly. That turned me on even more. So I kept fucking her throat. Harder and faster, going deeper and deeper. I heard the squishing sound of her hand in her pussy. Her moans louder and louder. I grunted, grabbing her head tight and bringing her all the way to my groin. I climaxed hard, releasing a fat and thick load deep down her throat.
I grunted in pleasure, holding her head at the base of my shaft. She pulled her head up and showed me her wide-open mouth and tongue sticking out. She swallowed it all. "Damn, that was good." Tiffany smiled, her lustful eyes still on me. As she stood on the bed, taking off her soaking wet thong. "Can you keep going?" She asked.
I stood up my manhood throbbing bigger than before. "I'm more than ready not to turn around and bend over." Tiffany smiled, turning around, face down, her fat ass up in the air as she wiggled it. "Please fuck me hard." I pulled her ass towards my manhood. I hear her loud moans as I slowly enter her hot, soaking wet, tight pussy. I heard a squishing sound as it reached all the way to her cervix, and I felt the wall of her womb.
I repeated those long. Hard and deep strokes inside her. She moaned, screamed my name again and again. I felt myself close to coming again. Tiffany moaned and screamed twice, squirting on me. "I'm close." I said, "She looked back slightly. "You can cum inside. I want it so bad." I pulled her long hair. "No, you're gonna take on the face and have your mouth open wide." She smiled, nodding, "Yes, sir."
As soon as I pulled out. I pulled her face to my manhood; her mouth opened wide. I busted another fat load on her face and mouth. Her face was covered in my hot white cum. Her face was covered in sweat and my cum. And pleasure. I looked at the clock on the nightstand it was 9:10 pm. I was here for at least an hour. Alucard must be pissed.
I smirked, looking at Tiffany. "Want to go a few more rounds?" Tiffany, with her shaking legs, nodded. "Don't you dare stop until I'm passed out." I nodded, "I like the sound of that."
I made my way back to the car. As he got in, Alucard woke up from his nap, looking annoyed. He stared at the car's clock, which said 11:45 pm. "Who the bloody hell were you talking to for almost four hours? Then, before I said anything, Alucard looked at me with a telling expression. "You were in bed with someone. And from the smell, it was someone from that jewelry store. The same scent is all over those boxes in the back. So you fucked one of the employees. You fucking slut."
I chuckled, "That's actually impressive. Anything else you can tell me, oh Lord Tepes?" I said mockingly. Starting the car and driving us off. Alucard just turned the radio and said, "From the pheromones you're secreting. You have a biological, almost demonic way of attracting potential mates. Probably the virus and the demon blood are trying to procreate and pass on."
"Shit," I said. "Oh, great, now I wonder if women like me because of my charm and looks or because of my pheromones." Alucard said, "Don't doubt yourself, Jasen. You were always ugly; at least now no one will notice." Chuckling. "Haha. Fuck you." I said with a slight smirk and chuckle.
We drove down the highway back to the Hangar. Back at Tiffany's apartment, in Tiffany's bedroom. A sleeping Tiffany was lying in her bed, covered in sweat and a blanket. Next to her on her nightstand was a cup of water and a business card from Jasen with his personal number.