Chapter 1: Mirage
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Magic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Horror, Paranormal, Vampires, Furry, Were animal, Zombies, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Mirage - Mirage suffered the curse of an ancient Greek goddess. She'd been alive for over three thousand she been untouchable. Those that had touched her went insane. Now she's found the one man who could touch her, the one man whose touch made her pant with need. Would he be the one to break the curse?
The screaming was loud and—she had to admit—annoying as hell. She reached down, pulling her weapon from the holster and cocking it, smiling when the ready light shone green. She ignored the sudden static buzz from her communicator and headed into the deserted factory.
It was as they'd been warned, a factory full of vampires and their victims. Blood and bodies were everywhere. Usually this wouldn't bother her in the least and she would go in and take out all of them, but this time, some of those bodies were the targets and she had to check each one out carefully.
She took careful aim and squeezed the trigger, watching the green ray slam against the blacked out windows. It made them glow for a quick instant and then the glass exploded outward, allowing the beautiful golden rays of the sun to shine inside.
There was screaming and then a swift poof as one of the Vampires caught on fire. She watched as the panicked running began and the Vampires searched frantically for somewhere that the sun couldn't touch them. She had her weapon cocked on her shoulder and she fired with a subtle thoroughness that began to clean out the survivors.
There was a loud scream from right behind her and she turned, leading with her weapon. The girl was hideous, her skin falling off her body, huge pustules growing and then bursting and the sun shimmered on her skin. She reached for Mirage who just smiled, letting the horrid beast touch her skin.
The buzz of the madness sounded loudly in her ears despite the horror going on around her. She tried to ignore it as the monster next to her dropped her arm as if it were on fire. She began to jabber, her words making no sense, and her fingers dug into what little skin was left, tearing at it. She turned to run and stepped right into one of the rays of sunshine, standing there as the power of the sun finally finished her off.
Mirage shook her head. "Stupid blood sucker. No one can touch me and stay sane." She snapped a few last shots then turned when the door of the factory burst open. Seeing the rest of her team standing there, she shrugged her slender shoulders, shaking her head. "Just like you, Hunter. Always too late for the party."
"Mira, honey, you can be the biggest bitch sometimes. You ever thought that maybe you need to get laid?" Hunter, the tallest of the group, stepped inside, lifting his own weapon to blast at another of the vampires who was trying to sneak out. "Damn, girl do you think just for once, you could clean up your own mess?"
"And wreck your chance at proving you're the King of the hunters?" She smirked over at him, her green eyes sparkling even as she pushed her hand through her short white blonde hair. She didn't wear the normal dark gray leather ASP uniform. Instead, she wore tight white leather pants that flared at the ankles. They were hip huggers, a thick white belt molding the band at her middle, leaving a good four inches of bare, tan skin at her waist. Her top was a tight white leather vest that zipped in the front. It molded across her breasts, the zipper left down far enough to show off the beautiful curves of her upper breasts.
It was far from ASP regulation wear but Mirage did what she wanted most of the time. She listened to her team leader, Dianna and worked with her other team members, Hunter and Beast, but she had a reputation of not playing well with others or with sharing her toys. Shadow, the Director of ASP here in the east, dealt with Mirage because she had a reputation of getting the job done and not bitching about the shit jobs. Since Dianna managed to reel her in and keep her from becoming too outrageous, she was dealt with.
Mirage had an entire file of complaints that had been filed about her and against her. She'd been busted from team leader more than once and had to go up in front of the council more than any other member of ASP. But in the end, she'd always been reinstated because she got the job done and she didn't bitch ... well, too much.
A tug on her hair had her head coming up to glare at Hunter. He got closer than any being had a right to, than any being should with the curse that the gods had left on her. An enduring sadness shone in her beautiful eyes for just a second before she shrugged it off. "What the fuck, Hunter? Are you trying to spend the rest of your life walking into walls?"
He tugged on her hair again, just to watch her wheel around and glare at him. With a wide grin, he followed Dianna further into the building, sending back a wink in her direction. She scowled at him, her fingers twitching on the barrel of her weapon.
Beast, who stood almost as tall as Hunter, growled in her direction, cocking his furry head to indicate she should follow them and then headed that way himself. He fired his weapon at another Vampire, a strange, high-pitched yowling noise coming from his mouth when the Vampire turned to ash.
"Quit bragging, Beast." Dianna called back the words as she opened another door that led deeper into the factory. "Mirage! Get in here!"
Mirage glanced around the room, shooting one last Vampire before heading into the interior. She could hear the sound of the blasters from just outside the door and she smiled, hurrying now that there was more "clean-up" to be done.
Dianna and Beast were back to back, Hunter was off to the side. The vampires were beginning to pile up, until one would burst into flame, taking the others with it. Mirage sighted, pulling the trigger and taking out her own targets until finally the factory was cleared, the Vampires little more than soot in the breeze and the humans that were left had been taken out by clean up.
Mirage stood, her hand on the butt of her blaster where it rested against her side. She glared at Hunter as he walked up to her side. "You're damn lucky, Mira love. Dianna's finally calmed down Shadow so it looks like he's not going to suspend you one more time. He doesn't take it so well when you walk into a Factory full of Vampire with no back-up."
"You three got here quick enough. I was in no danger." She smirked. "As if I'd be in any danger anyway. They can't touch me, Hunter, you know that."
"A blaster doesn't have to touch you, Mira. One of these days, you're going to find someone who will be able to touch you and I plan on paying them to kick your ass for me." Hunter reached out and twirled a lock of her silky white-blonde hair around his finger. "Then I might watch as he fucks you silly. I think you need someone to fuck you silly, Mira. You're just too damn cocky and sure of yourself."
"I haven't been fucked in over three thousand years, Hunter. Trust me, no man can touch me. Just getting close enough to fuck me would have them turning into drooling fools." She snarled the words before closing her gorgeous green eyes and hiding the pain that filled them. Hunter didn't know of the curse or of the reason it was put on her. He didn't know about the ancient gods and the horrid things that they would do when they thought they were being slighted or made fun of.
He wouldn't know that they'd forced her to watch as her beloved husband was killed, torturously slow until he screamed out his hatred of those gods. He wasn't forced to watch as her daughter, her one and only baby who'd only reached six years of age was killed, screaming in agony. Her shrill cries for her 'Mama' still rang harshly in Mirage's dreams.
"Then it sure as hell is time." Hunter stepped even closer and she felt the heat of his breath against her skin. She growled and took a step back, her hand going to the butt of her blaster. Hunter grinned, raising his hands in defeat. "I give, okay? Don't shoot me."
The anger in her eyes would have killed him dead and she turned without saying a word, heading for the door and her ride back to ASP headquarters.
Hunter grinned as Dianna walked up to him, then flinched as she smacked him across the back of his head. "Hey, what the hell was that for?"
"For being such a dick," Dianna said easily. "You know better than pushing her like that. You're lucky she managed to hang on to her temper."
"She needs to get shaken up a bit. She takes way too many chances. I mean, we're all on the same team, aren't we?" He ducked again when he saw her eyes but instead of smacking him, she reached out and tugged on his dark hair.
"Have you ever wondered why she takes those chances Hunter? Or why it irritates you so badly that she does?" Dianna glanced up as Beast came over to lean against the wall next to Hunter. He opened his mouth, letting out a loud yowl, as if he were agreeing with whatever Dianna was going to say next.
"And what the hell would you know about it, you hairy bastard," Hunter growled at Beast.
Beast glanced at Dianna and then back at Hunter, shrugging his furry gray shoulders. He leaned his arm against the shorter Dianna and looked down at her.
"He knows more than you might think, Hunter. We both do. I know first of all, that you bad mouth her because you're afraid she's going to get hurt. You get on her case like you do because you're afraid what it would do to you if anything happened to her." Dianna grinned up and into Hunter's stunned features. "Don't even try to deny it, boy."
"I won't deny it, Dianna. I'll just say one thing. You and the furry boy here need to quit putting meaning into things that have no meaning." He nodded once and then headed toward the door and the SUV that was waiting for them outside.
Dianna chuckled as she watched him walk out, hearing the growling gibberish that Beast emitted. "Yeah but he'll learn." She put her arm around Beast's wide shoulders. "Our little boy's growing up."
Beast's harsh, grumbling laughter echoed through the room and they walked out of the Factory. Dianna laughed even harder as she saw Mirage settled into the back seat of the car and Hunter with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the back end of the SUV. As soon as he saw them, he went to the front seat and climbed in behind the steering wheel.
"Are you two done? Or did you have some other kind of nonsense you felt like spouting?"
Beast snorted but Dianna just glanced at Hunter, climbing into the passenger seat beside him. "It's not nonsense. But I'll wait for you to come to that conclusion on your own." She sat back, relaxing as the truck moved under Beast's weight and then jerked as Hunter stepped on the accelerator a bit too hard. "Acting like an ass isn't going to change my opinion."
"What opinion?" Mira asked, grabbing hold of the 'oh shit' strap on her side of the SUV. Beast might look soft but bumping into him would do the same thing to him that touching her hand down to the hoary Vampire earlier that evening. She happened to like Beast, though he never knew when to shut his damn mouth, and she didn't want to see him hurt.
Before Dianna could spin any stories for Mirage, Hunter spoke up. "They think I'm in love with you."
Mirage met his eyes in the rearview mirror then threw her head back and burst out laughing. "I hope you explained to them that we work together and have done so for the past five years. While I do love you, Hunter, we both know that being in love with you would be a damn waste of time. For two major reasons. One, we can't even touch each other. Two, you're too damn in love with yourself."
Beast snorted and Hunter glared at him before turning those heated eyes back at Mira. "I think you've got that wrong," he said with a glare. "You're the one that does everything but strip down and wave your arms in front of me to get my attention. I'm just a bit more into self-preservation then that."
"So now you're what... ?" She met his eyes then shook her head sadly. "You're actually implying that I'm in love with you now?"
She laughed, sinking back into the seat and wrapping the seatbelt more tightly around her waist as he swerved the big SUV. "You wanted to watch the driving there, speed. I don't think Beast would like to be a drooling idiot for the rest of his furry life."
"Not much different than he is now," Hunter grunted. "And before you somehow come up with the opinion that I want to have crazy babies with you, don't worry. You're cute but you have a big fucking mouth, Mira. I like my women with a little bit of tact."
"Oh, so you don't want them laughing at you when they get to see the size of your ... package?" She whispered the last word but everyone in the cab had no problems in hearing her voice. "Don't worry, Hunter, Dianna already threatened the last time to cut off the next person's head that called you Hunter Little Dick."
Mirage grinned when she saw the telltale ruddy hue of Hunter's chiseled cheeks. She had heard stories of the size of his ... but not a single one of them was about how little he was. Hunter was rumored not only to be well endowed but also in knowing how to use what he had to please a woman. But she had him on the run now and she wasn't about to let him go without the kill shot.
"Of course, we both heard what happened with that last ... thing ... that you dated. What the hell was she anyways, Hunter? I don't think I could have fucked that, little dick or not. Anyway," she said with a heavy sigh, sitting forward in her seat. "You really need to teach those dogs the little trick of keeping their fucking yaps shut. She was spouting all over the locker rooms about you and how you failed in the relationship."
She had spouted, Mirage remembered because Mira had threatened to tear her throat out if she didn't shut the fuck up about Hunter. She'd cried and she'd whined that Hunter was a player, that he fucked her until she could barely stand up and then left her without a backward glance. Even now, some of the things the girl had said still sent tingles through her pussy. It had been one of the first times she'd ever really missed that intimate act between two people. And it hadn't been the first time that dreams of Hunter had woken her in the middle of the night. But she'd never tell him or let anyone else know about that little weakness.
She'd learned the hard way that feelings and emotions were wastes, that caring meant the opportunity for pain. It was easier not to learn to care or to love, because it kept the hurt factor out of a relationship, even a working one.
"Did anyone ever tell you what a bitch you are, Mirage?" Hunter asked callously, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as if to keep them there and not flying into the back seat to cold cock her one.
"Better beings than you," she said with a sassy toss of her head.
"Did they ever tell you to Shut the fuck up!"
Mirage chuckled. "Numerous times, Hunt. So I guess you can tell that it didn't work for them and damn well won't work for you."
"Maybe you two need to work it out on the mats?" Dianna offered. "We got some down time coming after the job we pulled today."
"Last time I offered to settle something on the mats, you fucking yelled at me because he had to be stitched back together," Hunter complained.
"What, did he laugh himself to pieces?"
Hunter glared back at her, noting the thick leather gloves she was smoothing onto her slender arms. "You're on."
"It's about fucking time you said something worth listening too," Mira said with a snort.
"Maybe if you'd shut your own constant bitching up, you'd be able to really hear what others are saying." Dianna relaxed even further in her seat. "You two will keep this fair and it's over at first blood, got me?" When neither of them answered, she sat up. "Do you understand!?"
Her voice was loud, like a clap of thunder and it had the two of them answering her quickly. "Yes, ma'am." That was the thing about Dianna. She could be low keyed and one of the guys but when she gave an order, she expected it to be heeded. It was one of the biggest things that Mirage liked about her. She was no wuss. "I might even leave some of him left to let him have his couple days down time somewhere besides the clinic."
Dianna chuckled. "Want to make a bet to see who wins this?" she asked, looking back at Mirage.
"You'd bet against me?"
The hurt in Mirage's voice made Dianna chuckle. "Nine times out of ten, no. But this time, I just don't think you can win this one, Mira. One way or another, I think this time you're going down." She laughed when she heard Beast's yowl. "Yeah, I got you for twenty, furball." She pulled a small black notebook out of her pack she wore around her waist and started writing on a new page. But put it away when she saw where Hunter was turning.
At the gate, he rolled down his window and fixed the guard in the stand with a look. Hunter handed the man an identification tag for the truck and took the slips that he was given. Handing them to Dianna, he rolled up his window and headed down and into the parking structure, following the steep curve around and around until they reached the bottom floor.
Then he turned down the far yellow lines and pulled up to a solid wall. Dianna reached into her pack again and pulled out something that looked like a garage door opener, except this one had a number pad instead of a plain button. She keyed in her code and the wall in front of them began to shift, sliding slowly along an almost indistinguishable track.
Hunter pulled through and then waited while Dianna closed up the doorway before pulling up to what amounted to a building inside of a building. The Agency of Supernatural Police or ASP as it was more commonly referred to, was stationed in this building. It was some fifteen stories of offices, gyms, cafeterias, and one of the best computer systems around. It also had a garage and living quarters for some of the more diverse of their kind. The bottom five floors were used for housing the criminals that weren't slated to die. Death sentences were carried out rather quickly in the supernatural world.
The building was rather non descript. Cinderblock seemed the preferred building choice which had then been painted white to distinguish it from the rest of the parking structure. Hunter pulled into the small parking lot that held the other twenty SUVs. He grunted when Dianna reached over and slid the keys out of the ignition, before dropping them in her pack.
"If you two plan to take care of this today, you might want to go and reserve the gym." She slid easily out of the SUV, closing her door and waiting for her team to disembark. Then she pressed a button on the keyfob that locked the doors before turning to walk into ASP proper.
Just inside the front doors was a large waiting room. As per almost everyday of the week, it was filled to bursting, the sound of tears, the screaming of young children and the cursing of teenage boys was almost deafening. Dianna didn't even slow. She waved to the Vampire who ran the front desk and went through the door in the back of the room.
It closed behind the group, cutting out half the insane racket. Mirage sighed and then dropped behind the rest of her team, slapping a button on a small console in the wall. There was a bing and then the sliding doors of the elevator opened. Slipping into the sanity of the elevator, she hit the button for the gym.
"You know, Hunt. I'm not trying to hurt you here with telling you these things about Mirage. She'll never admit to how she feels about you either." Dianna grinned up at the much taller man watching as he disgustedly shoved his fingers through his hair.
"Maybe because she doesn't have any feelings about me," he said slowly. "I don't really need to go and kick the shit out of her for this, Dianna. We both know you're full of shit this time."
Dianna chuckled. "Sure you do. Did Mira ever tell you about how she came to have her curse? Or of how she lived before that?"
"I've never asked. I always figured if she wanted me to know, she'd tell me." He shrugged his wide shoulders before moving to the chair that sat in front of her desk. The office was a small room and one that seemed even smaller with him in it. Hunt nodded at Dianna as she fixed him a cup of coffee from her own private stash and then one for herself as well, before sinking down into her chair behind the desk.
"I think you need to know," she said after sipping the warm brew. "Mira hasn't had it easy, Hunt."
"None of us has, Dianna. I mean look at Beast. You'd never have known that he'd been a man with a family and a job before that Wendigo bit him. If the poison of that bite hadn't reacted strangely in his blood, he could still be out there, living life with the human race. But he's had to run and to hide for so long, he doesn't know of any other way of life."
"Yes, for someone like Beast, living here in ASP is perfect. But Mirage is different, Hunter. She had a husband and a daughter once, a long, long time ago. She'd been happy, living her life. Then a rumor was spread about her, a vicious lie made up by a woman who was jealous of Mirage and of her life. That rumor caught the ears of the gods."
"Which ones?" Hunt felt his own interest perk. He'd often wondered about what had happened to Mirage to make her the hard, almost calloused woman he'd come to know. He'd seen the hurt in her beautiful green eyes; he'd even seen the regret, though he hadn't understood it.
"Greek," Dianna answered, rolling her eyes. "I don't think anyone else would have gotten so bent out of shape for what was really no more than wasted breath. Anyway, they decided that she needed to be punished. The Greek gods are good for almost nothing, except they know how to take things too far and how to be complete asses." She shook her head and took another sip of coffee.
"So ... what did they do?"