I leaned against the conference table, arms folded. "So what happens to those two now? The ones burning the hotel down?"
Seraphina closed the last holo-file with a flick of her wrist.
"We capture and detain them. Then we hand them over to the Succubi Division for intensive memory therapy and emotional reconstruction. Once they're stable, we offer recruitment. Two fresh hellfire wielders of that caliber? The Organization doesn't waste talent."
She gave us a small, almost maternal smile. "You're both off-duty until the next assignment. Go rest. You've earned it."
Kai and I stood, gave her the customary short bow, and left the room.
The doors hissed shut behind us.
Inside the conference room, the lights dimmed automatically. Seraphina (Chief Voss to everyone else, Lilith to the very few who knew her real name) exhaled slowly and leaned back in the high-backed chair. She tapped the desk once. A hidden panel slid open, revealing a crystal data shard. She slotted it in.
The wall screen bloomed to life with raw, unedited footage from our body-cams over the last week: hidden angles of me pinning my "sister" to silk sheets, Kai wearing the billionaire's face while he spread his "wife" open on the marble counter, every gasp and wet slap in crystal-clear surround sound.
Lilith watched, golden eyes half-lidded. One stiletto slipped off her foot and hit the carpet with a soft thud. Her thighs parted beneath the desk. Stockinged legs spread wide, skirt riding high. Two crimson-nailed fingers disappeared beneath black lace, sliding into slick, dripping heat. A low moan escaped her throat as her other hand shoved beneath her blouse, squeezing one heavy breast hard enough to leave marks. She bit her plump lower lip until it nearly bled, hips rolling in slow circles while the room filled with wet sounds that perfectly matched the ones on the screen.
Back in the corridor, Kai and I walked side by side, hands in our pockets, still riding the post-mission high.
"Man, I'm still half-hard from watching those guys break," Kai said, grinning. "Nothing gets me going like quality despair."
"Tell me about it," I laughed. "Think the younger daughter actually started begging for more by the end? Stockholm's a hell of a drug."
Operatives passed us in both directions, nodding respectfully.
"Great work up top, Ace."
"Nice glamour weave, Kai."
A pair of succubi in cropped tactical tops and skin-tight shorts practically purred as they sauntered by, tails swishing.
One (onyx horns, violet skin, silver hair in twin braids) hooked a finger in my belt loop. "Room 47's empty, handsome. I've got an hour before my shift."
The other (crimson skin, golden eyes, white hair cascading to her ass) already had her hand sliding down Kai's chest. "I've got toys and a tongue that doesn't tire. Interested?"
Kai and I exchanged a single glance and shrugged in perfect sync.
"Lead the way, ladies."
Minutes later, two separate doors slammed shut down the residential corridor.
Inside my room, the violet-skinned succubus was already on her knees, tail coiled around my thigh, lips stretched wide.
Down the hall, Kai had his partner bent over the desk, wings trembling every time he bottomed out.
The underground base echoed with muffled moans, the smell of sex and brimstone thick in the recycled air.
Just another night shift at Supernatural Headquarters.The Frost siblings stepped into the briefing room side by side, still trailing faint wisps of frost and steam. Reina's platinum hair was slightly disheveled from the wind on the burning rooftop; Riven's uniform jacket hung open, singed at the edges. The air around them carried the sharp scent of scorched concrete and hellfire.
Lilith looked up from her desk, golden eyes flicking over them with approval.
"Report."
"Targets acquired alive," Reina said, voice cool and clipped. "Hotel contained. Civilian casualties: zero. The two new hellfire users are sedated in Containment Wing Seven. Succubi Division has already begun memory reconstruction."
Riven placed the mission crystal on the desk. "They won't remember their families. Only the rage. Useful rage."
Lilith gave a small nod. "Well done. Dismissed."
The siblings bowed and left without another word.
Residential wing, Frost quarters.
The door sealed behind them with a soft hiss. Reina thumbed the lock to privacy-red.
Riven was already peeling off his shirt, kicking away boots. His belt hit the floor with a metallic clink. Pants followed. In seconds he stood gloriously naked: lean muscle carved from years of training, skin pale as moonlight, and his cock (thick, long, heavy even when only half-hard) jutting proudly upward. He didn't bother with modesty around his sister. Never had.
He flopped face-first onto the oversized bed, sprawling on his back. Within three breaths he was out cold, chest rising and falling in slow, even rhythm, cock resting against his abs like a sleeping python.
Reina watched him for a moment, something soft flickering behind the ice in her eyes.
She unfastened her tactical top, let it drop. Bra next (full, pale breasts spilling free, nipples already peaked from the chill she carried everywhere). Skirt and panties followed in one smooth motion. Her body was a study in lethal elegance: long legs, narrow waist, the neat pink slit between her thighs glistening faintly in the low light.
She crawled onto the bed beside him, sliding under the heavy black comforter. Riven stirred in his sleep, instinctively rolling toward her warmth. One arm looped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His cock, hot and rigid now, nestled snugly along the seam of her pussy, trapped between their bodies. His face burrowed naturally into the soft valley of her breasts, lips brushing a nipple.
Reina smiled (small, private, tender) and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers threaded through his messy silver hair, stroking gently.
"Good night, little brother," she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of his head. "Sweet dreams."
His only answer was a sleepy, contented hum, hips shifting just enough to drag the length of his cock slowly along her slick folds.
Within moments their breathing synced, deep and steady. Frost and steam mingled in the air above them like silent guardians.
Two perfect weapons of the Organization, curled together like innocent children.
The base lights dimmed to nighttime cycle.
Somewhere far away, hellfire still smoldered in ruined penthouses, and broken men were being remade into monsters.
But here, in the quiet dark, there was only the soft hush of breath and the steady thump of two hearts that had beaten side by side since the day they were born. Morning light (cold, artificial, filtered through the base's subterranean vents) crawled across the bed when Riven stirred.
His cock was still wedged snugly between Reina's thighs, the head slick and resting right against her entrance, pulsing lazily with his heartbeat. He'd been half-hard all night, kept warm by her body. He exhaled through his nose, gave one slow, involuntary roll of his hips that dragged the full length along her folds, then forced himself to pull away before instinct took over.
Reina made a soft, sleepy sound of protest when the heat left her, but didn't wake.
Riven slipped out of bed, bare feet silent on the chilled floor. Shower first: thirty seconds of scalding, then ice-cold needles that snapped the last drowsiness away. Water streamed down carved abs, over the heavy sway of his cock until it finally settled. He toweled off roughly, dressed in matte-black riding leathers that hugged every line of his body, pulled on fingerless gloves, and slung a slim obsidian dagger to his thigh (just in case).
He leaned over the bed. Reina's eyes cracked open, glacial blue and instantly alert.
"Big sis, heading topside. I'll be back tonight."
She propped herself on one elbow, sheet slipping to reveal the curve of one pale breast. "I'm coming with you."
"No." The word came out sharper than he meant. He softened it. "I need to do this alone."
Her brows drew together. "Riven—"
"No buts. I'll be fine. I just… need air that isn't recycled. I'll check in every two hours. Promise."
Reina studied him for a long moment, then sighed, the frost in the room thickening a fraction. "Be careful. If you're not back by dawn, I'm coming to drag you home by your ear. Understood?"
He flashed a crooked, boyish grin (the one that always melted her). "Understood."
One last stroke of his fingers through her hair, then he was gone.
Residential corridor → armory checkpoint → vehicle bay.
His bike waited in its slot: a matte-black supernatural-tuned Yamaha YZF-R1M, runes etched faintly along the frame, engine humming with restrained demonic energy. He swung a leg over, visor snapping down. The garage gate spiraled open to a disguised ramp that spat him out into an abandoned service tunnel.
Thirty seconds later he exploded into real daylight for the first time in weeks, tires screaming as he carved onto the coastal highway.
Wind whipped past at 180 km/h. Salt air, real sun, the roar of an untamed engine between his thighs.
For the first time since the hotel fire, Riven smiled without any ice behind it.
Wherever he was going, whatever he needed to outrun or find, he'd deal with it alone today.
The road stretched wide and endless ahead of him, and for a few precious hours the Organization, the missions, even his beloved sister, all of it fell away in the rear-view mirror.