Chapter 6: Awakening

Jean couldn’t believe her eyes. Well, given the legends she could – but then again.

A petite Asian woman was going to town on that boy’s cock. It looked consensual, given the way his eyes were rolling back in his head. She was gorgeous, but surely way out of that boy’s league. They were sex demons for a reason, she supposed.

Jean was perched in a vent above. It was starting to get uncomfortable, but she’d been in worse positions for longer, and besides, it was almost entertaining. If the stupid boy wasn’t about to give in and sell his soul just so he could cum on that woman’s face.

It was arousing though. Jean could feel herself grow wet as the woman bobbed up and down on the boy’s cock, slathering his penis with wetness. Jean daydreamed, grinding her clit against the woman’s soft tongue, up and down, smearing her with cream, using her tongue as a living vibrator. She blinked twice. Their magic was infectious.

Jean’s pussy ached with need, slowly leaking through her panties. She could start to smell her desire, smoky, sweet, sexy. What that woman would taste like – her soft sweet cherry lips, her alabaster skin salty with sweat, her bright nipples and her dainty nether lips puckering up, beckoning Jean’s fingers, her tongue.

Jean shook her head. She hoped it was not too late for this woman – that she could save her from herself and a life of possession, pleasurable though it would be. Ignorance is bliss, but this was clearly mind control. She hoped it was not voluntary. She knew the WuTong eagerly traded their souls for women - but the women themselves?

Jean focused on the Chi of the people below. Golden threads swirled around the boy, a brilliant yellow twined with a dark maroon that was threatening to take over. It was held back at bay only by ... the woman blowing him. The dark red tendrils were being sucked out of the boy into the woman, cloaked in her own red shadow. Maybe it was too late for her.

And yet ... all that glisters is not gold. The boy’s aura flashed bright, a lustre almost too bright ... a façade? Jean looked closer. Opened her eyes. There was a Chi dagger buried in the boy’s chest, it’s maroon poison seeping out and being drained by the woman’s mouth. But in exchange ... there was a flow of a more sinister darkness out of the woman and into the boy, spreading upwards through his penis throughout the rest of his body. Corruption.

Jean rubbed her thighs together. What was worse – the poison or the corruption? Short term versus long term. How strong was this Dragon?

‘She’s here.’

Jean’s blood ran cold. She could see the WuTong sniffing the air. Fuck.

The woman lifted her head with a whine and quickly scurried away, leaving the boy’s cock exposed to the elements. Hopefully that would sober him up.

She had an exit through the hole she had created. When she had mapped the subway tunnels out, she realised that the compass pointed to the Leica Building in downtown Manhattan. Shen must have corrupted someone with deep pockets who had access to the basement. Jean had to break a few walls, but she got there, climbing through the air conditioning vents. The hard part would be escaping with both of their lives. She wasn’t sure if the boy would fit.

It was swarming with clay men below, readying for battle. Knives, nunchuks, staffs at the ready. The boy looked like he was once again succumbing to the Chi dagger’s poison, fading into unconsciousness. At least he hadn’t given in. For now.

She hoped that the boy was strong enough. It would have to be something big.

Deep breath.

Jean inhaled deeply, drawing the oxygen in the room deep into her lungs, focusing on the electricity that coursed within her, ready to ignite. The cool air swirled, crackling with power, her skin increasing in temperature, steaming the water vapour surrounding her.

She was the Scarlet Phoenix. And she was on fire. She dived headfirst, a raging meteoric fireball accelerating towards the soldiers. She spread her arms, cloaked in flames and roared. She gathered speed, metre by metre.

The WuTong growled, and began to throw daggers and rocks at her, only to be blown back by her tailwind. Only Shen knew what was coming.

Shen screamed, shaking with violence. ‘Down to the ground before you are destroyed!’ Shen sank into the concrete, moving towards the boy.

BOOM!

Jean smashed into the ground, exploding in a mushroom of flames that spread centrally from the point of impact towards the WuTong. Some of the WuTong listened, collapsing into the ground. Some were stuck halfway with their torso sticking out of the ground, frozen in place by the fire. One man shattered on impact.

Jean rolled away, coughing. That had used up a tremendous amount of Chi. She was exhausted. It had been a long time since she used her powers like that.

The basement looked like a warzone, small fires threatening to get out of control. The chair the boy was sitting on was on fire, his ropes burning. If he really was the Golden Dragon he should be fireproof.

Jun coughed. ‘Help! I’m on fire!!!’ He tugged against his ropes, coming loose and rolled onto the ground.

Suddenly, Shen emerged from the ground and grabbed him. ‘Don’t worry Dragon. You’ll still be mine.’ Shen began to merge with the ground once more with his prize.

Jun struggled against his grasp. He really was on fire. But ... it didn’t hurt at all.

‘Let. Me. Go.’

Jun roared, breathing out an intense blue flame that engulfed Shen, burning his golden robe into ash. Jun’s eyes turned jet blue, and punched Shen with all his might, eliciting an audible crack and a cry of anguish. Shen moved backwards, snarling, his face contorted into a terrible anger.

‘How dare you, Dragon. You can still join us. You can have everything you ever wanted. Everyone you ever wanted will be yours.’

Jean called out. ‘Ignore him, boy. You will never be able to have everything you want. And you will lose everything you need. Everyone you love. Come with me. Quickly, before his soldiers recover.’

The WuTong were starting to emerge from the ground, drawing their weapons.

Jun nodded at the woman. His mind was clearer now without Roxanne’s glorious mouth on his cock, but the pain in his chest was back. He ran over to Jean’s side, stumbling over the debris as he did so...

Jean threw a fireball at the ceiling. Time for a cave in. She gestured towards the tunnel’s exit. No point trying to escape through the vents. ‘We need to go. Now!’