Chapter Seventy-Eight: Mission with Celeste

Chapter 78

Mission with Celeste

Celeste and Jaxon lay in bed that morning, snuggling. The sun’s rays shone in on them. Jaxon fluttered his eyes awake to see Celeste next to him and smiled that he wasn’t dreaming. Celeste traced her nails over Jaxon’s bare chest and yawned. Jaxon shivered and snickered a bit. She looked up at him, smiling.

Celeste: “Morning, handsome man…”

She said softly. She kissed him and softly tickled his neck.

Jaxon: “Hehehe, morning, sexy lady.”

He kissed her back.

Celeste: “Gonna join me in the shower?”

She purred and lightly tickled his chest with her nails.

Jaxon: “Haha, stop that and get your ass into the shower!”

He grinned, smacking her butt and leading her to the bathroom.

Celeste: “Ooooh, demanding!”

She smirked and went into the bathroom with him.

~

After the shower, Celeste entered the living room wearing a bleached denim jacket and skirt, a bullet belt, and a Vixen T-shirt. She saw Fabien and Craig on the couch watching Varg the Viking. Fabien wore a black Bart Simpson tank top and flip-flops.

Celeste: “Hey, guys, what are you watching?”

Fabien: “Your boyfriend’s favorite show.”

He snorted.

Jaxon: “HEY! What the hell are you doing here?!”

He flared at Craig and Fabien.

Craig: “Watchin’ VARG THE VIKING!”

He grinned. Celeste watched Varg ride on his cow to Pizza Hutch to eat pizza.

Celeste: “Nothing is happening. He’s riding on a cow to eat pizza. Why would anyone want to watch that?”

She drawled.

Jaxon: “TURN. THAT OFF NOW!”

He rasped, marching over to the TV to turn it off.

Fabien: “Jiro-kun, why did you do thaaaaaat?”

He said in a high-pitched wail as he cupped his cheeks.

Jaxon: “DON’T CALL ME THAT!”

He glared at him.

Craig: “Why not, Jiro-Kun?!”

He whined in a high-pitched voice.

Jaxon: “BECAUSE, I HATE IT!”

He snapped.

Fabien: “Well, it’s on your ex-fiancée’s blog. She has a video of tickling you with her epic feather sword.”

He drawled. Jaxon’s heart sank.

Fabien: “Except for that one video, it’s all in Japanese, so I can’t understand any of it. She loves this Varg guy.”

He smirked.

Jaxon: “WHAT?!”

He snapped. Fabien rose to use the computer in the living room and typed in the URL of her blog. ‘Viqueen tickle Voyage’ the website had a poorly-drawn header with the tagline “Vikings make me horny” The photo of Yvette with Jaxon dressed up as Varg tiled across the entire background. The font was in yellow comic sans against a red background, straining your eyes. There were a bunch of posts and the latest was a video of Yvette tickling Jaxon’s feet with “Reclaiming my love for my husband by tickling his smelly feet” written in Japanese.

Jaxon flared.

Jaxon: “DELETE THAT NOW!”

He screamed.

Fabien: “What does it say, though?”

Celeste: “What’s that?”

She pointed to a sound file under “Me with Varg-sama” written in Japanese.

Jaxon: “I hate that stupid Viking!”

He hissed.

Craig: “Wahahaha! Let’s hear it!”

Craig leaned over clicking on it.

It played a burly-sounding man saying, “Ore no ōkina ashi o shabutte hoshī! Ore no ōkina ashi de fumitsukete ageru wa!”

Celeste: “Uhhh…”

Yvette said, “Varg-sama, atashi o fumitsukete! ONEGAI!”

Jaxon blinked mutely.

Jaxon: “EWW! She wants to be trampled by those huge feet and suck on them?!”

He gagged. Craig burst out laughing.

Fabien: “She gets horny… to that?”

He asked incredulously and laughed.

Jaxon: “Ugh, she always did say ‘Vikings Make me horny’.”

He groaned.

Fabien: “Of course, because Varg is one and she got her Viking fetish from a show for babies.”

He laughed.

Another sound file played with Yvette saying, “Issho ni Jirō-kun no nioi ashi o kusugurou, Varg-sama!” and the burly man replied, “Hai, Nariko-chan!”

Celeste: “What are they saying?”

Fabien: “I know whatever it is, it’s going to be HILARIOUS.”

He laughed.

Jaxon: “NO, FUCK OFF away from my feet! They don’t stink!”

He hissed.

Fabien: “She said your feet stink and she wants to suck on them or tickle them or something?”

He laughed. Jaxon pouted and groaned.

Fabien: “My God, I thought Clarisse was a bitch and a nuisance but this broad takes the cake.”

He cupped his mouth and laughed. He scrolled down and stopped when he saw Yvette dry-humping a Varg plush doll.

Celeste: “Oh, wow.”

She said flatly.

Jaxon: “STOP! ENOUGH!”

He rasped.

Fabien: “Why?”

He asked him.

Jaxon: “Because I don’t care for this bullshit! I’m sick of her shit!”

He huffed, exiting out of her site. Celeste rubbed Jaxon’s back.

Fabien: “I personally find her hilarious.”

He snickered.

Jaxon: “You wouldn’t if she was your ex!”

He hissed.

Fabien: “Yeah, except I do have a crazy ex-fiancée.”

He laughed.

Jaxon: “Oh, then maybe I should find her weird blog and laugh at you then!”

He smirked and laughed. Fabien raised his eyebrows.

Fabien: “Please do! I want to laugh at her stupidity, too.”

He chuckled and shrugged. Jaxon huffed.

He rose.

Fabien: “Welcome to the neighborhood! Glad to have you here.”

He smiled and clasped his hands together.

Jaxon: “Hmph, I’m only glad to be here for Celeste.”

He huffed.

Fabien: “Well, take good care of the stray cat then.”

He said earnestly.

Jaxon: “She’s not a stray cat anymore.”

He grinned. Celeste smiled up at him.

~

Later that afternoon, Celeste was outside washing Jaxon’s car in her Wicked Wolverine bikini. Jaxon strolled out and wolf-whistled.

Jaxon: “Ohh, what a delightful surprise!”

He smirked, lowering his sunglasses and watching her intently.

Celeste: “Hey, sexy man! Getting your car cleaned for ya…”

She squeezed the sponge on her breasts and began washing the car with her boobs. She bent over showing her ass off to him and rubbed her groin.

Jaxon: “Oh yes… I can see that… and turning me on!”

He grinned at her, checking out her ass and smacking it. She shivered and lifted her tiny foot flexing it.

Celeste: “Maybe you should get me another Wicked Wolverine bikini… something… racier?”

She bit her bottom lip and rested her hands on the wall of his chest and pressed her large, soapy breasts against his chest. Jaxon moaned and grabbed her breasts. She shivered and moaned.

Jaxon: “Oh yes, we need to go bikini shopping for you!”

He grinned.

Celeste: “And other things for the bedroom… The Cherry Store has nice stuff…”

She purred.

Jaxon: “Ohoho, your requests are my pleasure to fufil.”

He stroked her chest.

They heard heels stomping on the pavement and saw Jaclyn storming up to them in a black one-piece swimsuit from the 1940s or 1950s, a large sunhat, and high heels. Celeste smelled the potent odor of Jaclyn’s feet as she drew near.

Jaxon: “Eww, what’s that smell?!”

He winced and turned around to see Jaclyn.

Jaclyn: “Would you two terribly mind not displaying such… vulgarity in front of my beauty?! I don’t want to see her in her slutty bikini and you grabbing at her! It’s disrupting me admiring myself!”

She bellowed at them. Jaxon gaped at her and laughed.

Jaxon: “Nah, we don’t mind. Would you terribly mind not displaying your stinky feet in front of my beauty in her bikini? It’s disrupting me admiring her!”

He put his arm around Celeste. Celeste laughed and Jaclyn’s jaw dropped.

Jaclyn’s jaw dropped.

Jaclyn: “WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU! MY FEET DO NOT STINK!”

She bellowed at him, her face as red as her hair.

Celeste: “Yeah, they fuckin’ do.”

She laughed.

Jaclyn: “I will be speaking to the manager of this neighborhood about your filthy display and her trampy outfit!”

She growled. Jaxon laughed at her.

Jaxon: “Manager of the neighborhood?!”

Celeste: “Aren’t you cheating on your fiancé with Maxx?”

She asked. Jaclyn clasped her hand over her chest. Jaxon pulled a face and laughed.

Jaxon: “Eww. You’re with Maxx?!”

Jaclyn: “Nothing is going on between Maxwell and me! I ended it with him after he didn’t make his entire album about me but that fat moron!”

She snapped.

Jaclyn: “This isn’t over! I am not finished with any of you YET!”

She bellowed and kicked over their garbage on the lawn. She went over to Fabien’s house, picked up a bat, and started smashing the windows to Craig’s jeep. Craig burst out of the house.

Craig: “OI! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU CRAZY BITCH?!”

He rasped, marched up to her, and punched her across the lawn. Jaclyn flew across the lawn and passed out. Gus ran out, took off her heels, and started inhaling her feet.

~

Deimos helped with moving Ashley’s things into Lazaros’ house. Tristan watched him lift and move the big heavy objects and bit his bottom lip. He felt flustered. Deimos flashed Tristan a knowing smirk. He followed Deimos up to the guest room.

Tristan: “The guest room?”

Deimos: “Yes, Lazaros is moving Ashley into the guest room.”

It was a medium bedroom with warm tones. It had a brown queen-sized upholstered bed and a computer chair at a desk with a computer.

Tristan: “It seems so… impersonal.”

He twisted his mouth.

Deimos: “You thought Lazaros would have Ashley move into his bedroom? I think Lazaros is either not serious about this or he’s taking his time.”

He muttered with anger. Tristan massaged his shoulders and kissed him.

Tristan: “At the end of the day, it’s not our problem.”

He kissed him deeply. Deimos smiled and held Tristan close, feeling a love jones. He cupped his ass. Tristan’s cheeks turned a bright pink.

Tristan: “Deimos!”

He gently chided him and bit his bottom lip.

Deimos: “What? I saw you eyeing me up.”

He smirked at him. Tristan bit his bottom lip.

Tristan: “Do you blame me?”

He said meekly. Deimos brushed his fingertips against Tristan’s neck.

Tristan: “Hahahahahaha!”

He laughed and the two kissed.

Lazaros led Ashley up to the guest bedroom.

Lazaros: “There you are, Ashley! The best guest bedroom any house has to offer!”

He smiled and planted his fists on his hips. Ashley’s heart sank.

Ashley: “Oh… guest bedroom, haha.”

They forced a smile and laughed awkwardly at the unremarkable and barebones bedroom. I feel so foolish for thinking this was something more, they thought.

Lazaros: “Now, instead of coming over every now and then to eat my food, you can all day!”

He grinned. Tristan looked away and cupped his mouth. I should have known, he thought.

Ashley: “Oh…”

They forced a smile, feeling hurt and like Lazaros only saw them as a fetish fuel.

Lazaros: “It’s going to be great, Ashley.”

He said softly with a big grin.

Deimos: “For who?”

He asked and glared at Lazaros.

Lazaros: “For us, Deimos.”

He smiled.

Deimos: “Could have fooled me.”

He said flatly.

Ashley: “I-I’m just a fetish to you! Y-You only want me here so you can feed me as a GUEST!”

They blurted through tears at Lazaros. Tristan cupped his mouth. Deimos looked unsurprised. Lazaros was confused.

Lazaros: “I don’t do fetish stuff with you, Ash. I am not into that tummy tickling or tickling. That’s Deimos’ and Tristan’s thing, but it’s feet.”

He said and laughed.

Ashley: “YES, you do! Feeding is a fetish! You have a fat fetish for me and that’s all I am to you! I thought I was something more to you than my body! Well, I am into tummy tickling! I just wanted you to tickle me and care about me.”

They cried. Lazaros rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Lazaros: “Well, you were upset Maxx was making fun of your body and made you feel undesirable and now you have someone who desires it and you’re not happy?”

He asked sharply.

Lazaros: “And I am not into that.”

He shrugged.

Ashley: “I like that you desire it… I’m not into being filmed and watched, but I did it for you! You couldn’t even do tickling for me!”

They cried.

Ashley: “I want to be desired for more than just my body… and I thought you did...”

They embraced themself.

Lazaros paused.

Lazaros: “So you don’t like my hospitality? Is that it?”

He asked sharply. Tristan covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Deimos: “He’s not going to commit to you, Ashley. Just save yourself the heartbreak and get out of here.”

He hissed. Tristan folded his arms and nodded in approval.

Lazaros: “What are you talking about?! This isn’t about commitment! I thought you wanted to be here and now you’re forcing me into something I never signed up for!”

He barked. Ashley gaped at him and their head spun with confusion.

Ashley: “I don’t understand! Isn’t having me move in with you a commitment? I do want to be here, but not as a ‘GUEST’ who performs fetish for your entertainment!”

They cried.

Lazaros: “First of all, it’s NOT a fetish. Don’t listen to the naysayers. Secondly, Celeste moved in with Tristan and Deimos at points in her life. They never dated? If you want something more…, then maybe you should hold off on this.”

He said firmly. Ashley embraced themself.

Ashley: “I’m not a fetish. I’m a person. I… thought you cared about me and wanted something more…”

They pursed their lips, trembling with hurt and confusion. Lazaros folded his arms and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Lazaros: “I don’t want to commit to you. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have offered. Sorry, I gave the wrong idea.”

He said coolly. Ashley gaped at him.

Ashley: “Then why would you want me to move in with you?”

Their head spun with confusion.

Lazaros: “I don’t know.”

He said evenly.

Lazaros: “But now I am sorry I asked.”

He huffed.

Lazaros: “I do SO MUCH for everyone and NO ONE is grateful for ANYTHING I do!”

He snapped and slammed the door shut on the guest room. It would help if you told them you went to me for help, Tristan thought. Ah, pride, one of the deadliest sins, he thought. Ashley embraced themself and buried their head into their hands.

Ashley: “I’m so stupid! I thought Makayla loved me but she betrayed me. I thought Maxx and Yvette were my friends, but they used me… and I thought Lazaros loved me…”

They cried.

Lazaros: “I do ONE BAD THING and now I don’t care?! Wow, I see how little you think of me! I never should have asked Tristan to expose your shitty friend and let her ruin you!”

He blurted and stormed past them. Tristan’s eyes widened. Deimos raised his eyebrows. Ashley froze.

Ashley: “Wh-What?! What are you talking about?”

They turned to Lazaros.

Lazaros: “None of it matters! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

He cried. Ashley recoiled with hurt, feeling like he stabbed them through the heart.

Lazaros: “NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME! NO ONE LOOKS OUT FOR ME AS I DO FOR THEM! NO ONE!”

He went to his bedroom, slammed the door shut, and cried. Ashley buried their head into their hands.

Ashley: “I ruined everything!”

They cried and rocked back and forth.

Tristan sighed.

Tristan: “Lazaros came to me so I could help expose Yvette because he knew something was amiss. I did in exchange for him not antagonizing me. He told me not to tell anyone but since he did, I may as well tell you.”

Ashley cupped their mouth.

Ashley: “...H-He did that for me?!”

Tristan nodded soberly.

Deimos: “He went to YOU for help with something Ashley was dealing with? That IS a feat.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Tristan: “I’m going to give you advice, Ashley, and you better listen to me…”

He cupped his mouth and gazed at them. Ashley swallowed hard and nodded.

Tristan: “Lazaros does care about you and adores you but he is NOT ready to commit right now. He never had a steady partner in his life. I think you should hold off on moving in and be patient with him. I know he has his issues but if you feel this is worth it, then follow through. If you don’t think it’s worth it, walk away.”

He said firmly but gently. Ashley’s eyes widened.

Ashley: “Oh… he’s never had a partner?”

They cupped their mouth, taken by surprise.

Deimos: “Just one-night stands.”

Ashley frowned.

Tristan: “The ball is your court. Good luck.”

Ashley swung their gaze to Lazaros’ door.

Ashley: “...I think he’s worth it.”

Tristan: “Go back to the Donati manor and only move in if you’re sure he’s ready to commit.”

He smiled and left with Deimos.

Ashley sighed and turned to Lazaros’ door. They swallowed hard and gently tapped on his door.

Lazaros: “What do you want?”

He sobbed.

Ashley: “I want to talk… I’m so sorry! It’s okay if you’re scared, I don’t want to make you scared and if you’re not ready that’s okay… I’ll move back if that’s what you want…”

They cried. Lazaros heaved a sigh and opened the door.

Lazaros: “I’m sorry…”

He sighed.

Lazaros: “I think you should move back. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I am not ready yet.”

He heaved a deep sigh. Ashley flashed him a smile.

Ashley: “That’s okay… if that’s what you want, I’ll do that. Thanks for looking out for me… you do care about me… I’m sorry. I never had anyone do that for me before…”

They sighed.

Lazaros: “You are forgiven. Thank you. I’m sorry but I need to be alone tonight. I have to think about stuff.”

He inhaled sharply. Ashley pursed their lips and nodded.

Ashley: “Sure… I’ll give you some space.”

Lazaros: “I can walk you home to make sure you get there safe. If you want.”

Ashley’s eyes lit up.

Ashley: “I’d like that, thank you.”

They smiled up at him. Lazaros smiled back.

~

Celeste and Jaxon were lying in bed that evening, listening to the crickets chirp outside. She straddled herself on him grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Jaxon grinned up at her.

Jaxon: “What’s that grinning about?”

She reached into his shirt caressing his bare torso and chest. She then started tickling his tummy.

Jaxon: “Haha ahahaha ha Nohohoho!”

He flopped around. She smirked and turned around to tickle his feet with her nails.

Jaxon: “HAHAHA AHA STOOHOHP! HAHAeheh DON’T!”

He wailed. Celeste bit her bottom lip and tickled his feet with her hair.

Jaxon: “Hahha haahahahah ahah ahahah haha hHAhahhahaAHAHAHAHA WHY?!”

He rasped between breaths of laughter.

Celeste: “Turns me on.”

She purred and fluttered nails on his soles.

Jaxon: “Hahahaha HAHAHAHA HEY! CUT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT OUT!”

He laughed and turned around, grabbing her ankles and tickling her feet with his fingers.

Jaxon: “Now you’re going to get it!”

She squealed with laughter.

Celeste: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

She flopped around and laughed. Jaxon climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed, smacking her ass, and turning over tickling her feet with his hands. Celeste arched her back and howled with laughter.

Celeste: “AIYEEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHO!”

She laughed hard and squirmed.

Jaxon: “TAKE IT!”

He teased, continuing to tickle her, strumming her feet like a bass guitar. She laughed hysterically and threw her head back as her mascara streaked her cheeks. Jaxon blew her a raspberry and released her feet from his grip, stroking her mascara stained cheeks. Celeste panted and looked at him as he stroked her cheeks.

Celeste: “I have more tools to use on you, you know.”

She teased.

Jaxon: “Oh, is that so?”

He purred, stroking her chest. Her nipples were erected under the palms of his hands.

Celeste: “Hey, Jaxon?”

She asked and took one of his hands, intertwining their fingers. He lifted her top.

Jaxon: “Mhmm?”

He purred, kissing her boob and sucking her nipples. Celeste moaned and held him close to her.

Celeste: “H-How would you l-like to come on with me d-during my missions?”

She said through her moans. Jaxon’s eyes lit up.

Jaxon: “Ooh, like partners in crime?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. She licked her lips and nodded.

Celeste: “Um-hmm…”

Jaxon: “I can heal you like this!”

He demonstrated, grabbing her breasts as a red glow surrounded them. The healing sensation slightly tingled. She laughed and ran her fingers through his hair.

Jaxon: “You need a medic and I need some hot action!”

He exclaimed.

Celeste: “I get the sexiest medic, too.”

She purred and kissed him.

Jaxon: “Ooh, and I get the sexiest warrior!”

He kissed her back.

Someone knocked on their door.

Noah: “Celeste? Someone is here to see you. It’s Professor Stewart Murphy.”

He said on the other side. Celeste nodded, pulled her top down, and straightened her clothes as she rose from the bed.

Jaxon: “Professor?”

He quirked an eyebrow.

Celeste: “Yeah, I never actually went to school but… he gives me my jobs.”

She admitted.

Jaxon: “Oh, I didn’t peg you for the college type.”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Because I never went. He works at a college. He gives me my…”

She leaned into his ear.

Celeste: “Jobs to kill others.”

She whispered into his ear. Jaxon’s ear tingled with the sensation and the spicy curiosity.

Jaxon: “Oh! He’s THAT guy, huh?”

He laughed. She took his hand.

Celeste: “Come with me.”

She led him out of their bedroom and into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa having a glass of coke was a short, stout older white man with a bulbous nose, friendly gray eyes, and wore his dark purple hair parted in the middle. He wore a brown knit sweater over a pressed white shirt and black bowtie, brown pants, and brown loafers. He was 62-year-old Professor Stewart Murphy, Celeste’s handler.

Celeste: “Hey, Murph. This is my boyfriend, Jaxon.”

She nodded to him and leaned on his shoulder. Stewart’s eyes lit up when he saw Jaxon.

Jaxon: “Yo!”

He waved his hand at him. Stewart had a wide grin when he saw Jaxon. They sat down in front of him.

Stewart: “You’re very lucky, Celeste.”

He chuckled. Celeste smiled and looked up at him.

Celeste: “I am.”

Jaxon: “More like I’M very lucky!”

He draped his arm around her.

Stewart smiled, put his glasses on, and cleared his throat.

Stewart: “A client has a job for you, Celeste. He wants you to retrieve a stolen artifact from a couple of thieves who took it.”

He slid a piece of paper on the table with a picture of a scroll.

Celeste: “A scroll?”

Stewart nodded and adjusted his glasses.

Stewart: “Correct. The Copper Demons took it. It’s a duo of thieves and what they call themselves. Their names are Phanto and Grope.”

He cleared his throat.

Stewart: “Their hideout is located in Weepingfall. I had Sylvia look into it.”

He nodded.

Celeste: “That’s some swampy place like thirty miles outside of Pink Top.”

She raised an eyebrow.

Stewart: “About an hour from here.”

Jaxon: “Ooh, I feel like I’m in a Jones Bianco movie!”

Stewart: “Yes, and you should!”

He licked his lips.

Celeste: “All right, when do you want us to go?”

Jaxon: “Do I get a sexy suit and a gun?”

He asked.

Stewart: “No, sadly, not.”

He sighed.

Before he could answer her, Tristan came in. Stewart gaped at him with a wide grin.

Stewart: “Wow, so many handsome men spilling in here.”

He fanned himself. Tristan cupped his mouth and chuckled.

Celeste: “What’s up, Tristan?”

Tristan: “Weepingfall?”

Celeste: “Yeah, Jaxon and I are going there.”

He nodded and kept his gaze on Celeste and Jaxon.

Tristan: “I wanted to apologize for Papa sending Oliver in here.”

Celeste sighed.

Celeste: “Well, that’s Vic for you.”

She shrugged.

Celeste: “You have nothing to apologize for, Tristan.”

No, but I am glad I came, he thought. Jaxon shrugged.

Jaxon: “He needs to accept that he lost.”

Stewart was swinging his gaze from Tristan and Jaxon, smiling widely.

Celeste: “Hey, Murph, when you’re finished staring at Tristan and Jaxon, can you tell me when you want me to go?”

She asked with some irritation. Stewart reddened. Tristan cupped his mouth and looked away grinning. Jaxon grinned and winked.

Jaxon: “Take it all in. I know I’m hot.”

He said smugly. As modest as always, Jaxon, Tristan thought dryly.

Stewart: “Tomorrow is good!”

He said sheepishly.

~

The next day that afternoon, Jaxon drove him and Celeste to Weepingfall. He wore a black button-up shirt with the buttons undone to expose his dragon tattoo, black leather pants, black Chelsea boots, and a black leather jacket. He had his shades on and was smoking a cigarette as he drove. Celeste wore her catsuit. She stared out the window as they traveled down the empty road. She then gazed at him and bit her bottom lip.

Celeste: “You look very sexy…”

She purred.

Jaxon: “I know.”

He grinned at her, putting his arm around her.

Jaxon: “So do you in your sexy cat costume!”

He purred. Celeste cuddled him and traced her fingertips on his chest. He shivered and snickered.

Celeste: “Thanks.”

She kissed his neck. Jaxon shivered to her kiss and kissed her back.

They arrived at a vacant lot with a worn sign that had “Weepingfalls” inscribed. Jaxon parked the car and they got out. There was a wooden bridge leading into a dark forest. They walked across the bridge to enter the wooded area. It was a dark, murky swamp with no signs of life anywhere. There was a mist that filled the air. There was an old boat with some floorboards missing sitting in the swampy water.

The two came to the end of the bridge and entered the woods. Celeste held onto Jaxon’s arm and leaned on his shoulder.

Jaxon: “Ohohohoooo, spooky!”

He teased, tickling her sides. Celeste burst out laughing.

Celeste: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

She squealed and squirmed in his grasp. Jaxon put his arm around her as they headed deeper into the woods.

As they traveled deeper, the mist was getting thicker and there was nothing in sight but trees and debris. She leaned into Jaxon’s chest and smirked at him.

Celeste: “Gotcha!”

She teased, tickling his sides.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHA HAHA HEY!”

He squirmed and laughed. She rested her hands on his chest.

Celeste: “Are you okay?”

She asked softly and caressed his face.

Jaxon: “I’m fine! I’m not scared!”

He assured her, patting her head. She stood on her tippy toes to kiss him.

Celeste: “That’s good.”

Jaxon kissed her back and took her hand, heading deeper into the woods.

As they headed deeper into the woods, they heard a twig snap. Celeste swerved her head back and to the right and left. Jaxon jolted, gripping her hand and looking around, feeling his heart racing. Celeste intertwined their fingers and braced her legs apart for impact. They heard a voice call out, “I see you.” It sounded like an old lady.

Jaxon: “Yeah?! We don’t see you!”

His voice trembled.

Suddenly, someone in a cloak jumped hard on the ground before them. Celeste bared her teeth and charged after them. They kneed her in the stomach, sending her flying into a tree. Celeste keeled over clutching her stomach. The cloaked figure swiftly grabbed Jaxon and ran with him. Celeste gasped.

Celeste: “JAXON!”

She screamed.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He called out for her.

A tall burly man in a masked helmet with horns, a full beard dressed in overalls, and old boots raised his ax at her. Celeste growled at him and leaped at him, kicking him hard in the face with both of her feet, dislocating his jaw. She kicked herself off him and ran in the direction the other figure took Jaxon.

~

Jaxon was taken to a lone swamp with a wharf. He was thrown to the ground near the shore of the swamp. The figure took the cloak off revealing an obese woman with a large hook nose. Her make-up was caked on, tattered red hair, and wore an old dirty shirt with overalls and work boots. She was Grope, one of the members of The Copper Devils.

Grope: “Ain’t you a cutie-pie?”

She drawled and knelt to cup his chin and squeeze it.

Jaxon: “Eww, you aren’t!”

He countered with disgust.

She laughed and rubbed his inner thigh. Jaxon shuddered to her touch.

Jaxon: “Hey! Hands off!”

He growled at her. She glowered at him.

Grope: “You’re not the one giving me orders, boy!”

She grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the wharf.

Jaxon: “NO! Get the fuck off me!”

He yelled and squirmed. She threw him into the swamp, grabbed a stick, and used the butt of the stick to hold him underwater. When he emerged, he had leeches all over his face. She laughed at him.

Jaxon: “ARGHH! NOO, GET THEM OFF ME!”

He groused and squealed, shuddering with disgust at the leeches on his face. She plunged him under the murky water again. He pulled himself with more leeches on his face, neck, and chest.

Jaxon: “FUCKING GROSS! STOP THIS SHIT!”

He rasped, trying to fight against her and punch her.

Jaxon fell into the water, struggling against the reeds and murky water. She turned around and zipped and came back with Tristan in her arms and rubbing his groin. Tristan winced and bared his teeth at her.

Grope: “Oh, another cutie-pie!”

She licked her lips. Tristan panted that she caught him at such speed. He raised his hands to use his ice powers but she slammed him against the wharf and used the butt of the stick to ram into his knee pit. He screamed in pain. She grabbed him by his ponytail and shoved him into the water with Jaxon.

Tristan: “Oh my God!”

He cried as he emerged covered in leeches.

Tristan: “GET THESE OFF ME!”

He screamed. Jaxon shuddered and winced with disgust, screaming with him.

Jaxon: “FUCKING LEECHES!”

He wailed, flailing around in the water. She shoved them both into the water again and pulled them out. Tristan cried as leeches covered him. Jaxon winced and whined.

Someone grabbed Grope and a fist came through her chest. She froze as her eyes rolled back into her head and blood oozed out of her mouth. The fist pulled out and she dropped to the wharf with Celeste standing over her. She delivered a chop cutting her jaw off and kicked her corpse into the water. Deimos was behind her.

Deimos: “TRISTAN!”

He cried.

Celeste: “Jaxon! I’m here! I’m so sorry!”

Celeste grabbed Jaxon and pulled him out and Deimos pulled Tristan out.

When they got to the surface, Tristan put his arms around Deimos and sobbed. Deimos held him close taking the leeches off him and healing his wounds. Jaxon coughed and gagged on the dirty water and blood from the leeches. Celeste caressed his face, gently peeling the leeches off.

Jaxon: “That was NASTY!”

He shrieked, dancing on the spot to get the leeches off him. Celeste helped him remove the leeches. She was careful and tentative. Jaxon placed his hands over his leech bites and a red glow came out, healing his bites.

Celeste: “I think we got them all. Are you okay?”

She asked tenderly and caressed his face.

Jaxon: “I’m fine, how about you? Need some healin’ ‘n feelin’?”

He wiggled his fingers at her breasts.

Celeste: “Yes.”

She purred. He pressed his hands to her breasts, eliciting a red glow as he healed her wounds. She giggled and blushed. Deimos and Tristan gaped at this. Deimos drew a long breath.

They heard rustling in the bushes. The same helmet man appeared with his jaw broken off and his arm limping.

Celeste: “I forgot to kill that bastard. I had to get Jaxon from that other fat fuck.”

She growled and rose to brace for impact.

Jaxon: “Go get him, Celeste!”

He cheered.

Icicles flew out and shot at him, impaling him all over. His legs buckled under him and icicles protruded out of his eyes, mouth, ears, and all over until he exploded, splashing guts, brains, bones, and blood all over them. Celeste wiped the brains from her face and squashed his eyeball under her shoe.

Celeste: “Damn, Tristan, you’re brutal.”

Tristan gagged, wiped the blood off him and spit out the teeth caught in his mouth.

Tristan: “God, I am nauseated!”

He cupped his mouth. Deimos patted his back while Tristan threw up in the shrubs.

Jaxon: “Eww, that’s nasty.”

He groused. Celeste picked up the scroll with her fingertips, full of blood. She brushed the fragments of hair off it.

Celeste: “I hope we still get paid.”

Deimos drew a long breath and patted Tristan’s back.

Tristan: “I just want to get out of here.”

He shuddered.