Perfectly Wicked, Chapter 13
Perfectly Wicked
By Jason D. Karl
Author's Note:
This story is dark, twisted, erotic fantasy fiction about killers with paranormal abilities. It is the product of the author's imagination and should not be construed as real in any way. This should be read only by adults of legal age. The story contains explicit gay sex and the type of violence found in vampire stories. Don't try this at home or anywhere else. The author neither condones nor promotes doing anything like this in real life.
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Chapter 13: Transitions
There was a certain symmetry to it: that afternoon Spencer had quite literally ripped his mother's heart out, and now he'd gotten a shot to his heart. Also, quite literally. He didn't think he cared for the experience.
When he'd shifted into a jackal, there'd been a tingling sensation, something like a ho-hum orgasm from a rushed jack-off session, except that it was body-wide. And now he had that sensation once again, only it was much stronger. He was shifting into something. But what? For an instant, he thought of a drawing he'd seen in a science lesson at the freak school. It was an artist's conception of the long-extinct dire wolf. And that's exactly what he shapeshifted into--only about three times too large.
The grin on Klootzak's face vanished as Spencer lunged at him. The cop emptied his pistol into Spencer, but that wouldn't save him. Spencer sank his teeth into Klootzak's neck and ripped out his throat. He ate him and licked the blood from the floor.
Sometime during the process, he heard Abuelita say, "Holy fucking shit!"
Spencer lay on the kitchen floor and felt his mind calling out for someone. Only it wasn't Kyle or Abuelita. No, it was Sven.
Moments later, Sven and Mikado emerged from the shadows. Or at least Spencer was guessing it was Mikado, since the form he now had was a rough approximation of Abraham Lincoln.
Mikado exchanged looks with Abuelita, but neither of them spoke. He waved his hand over what was left of Klootzak, and it vanished. Then he turned to Spencer, and a violet light emitted from his hand and surrounded Spencer, who shifted back into human form. Mikado cupped his hand and held it to Spencer's mouth. "You're not healing fast enough. Drink this."
Spencer felt like he was swallowing a mouthful of pure, unfettered power. It had a rich, almost sweet flavor. He felt the power settle in his spine and gently pulsate. In seconds, the bullets lodged in him were pushed out as his injuries healed and then vanished without leaving scars. Sven helped him sit up and started caressing his shoulder.
"Better?" Mikado asked.
"Yeah. What was that?"
"My blood. The blood of any Erkek has healing properties, but mine is a bit different."
Sven cleared his throat. "There's a human present. Should we even be talking about this?"
Mikado gave a stern look to Sven. "I do have the authority to decide who we can trust with our secrets."
Kyle glared at Mikado. "Okay. Just who the fuck are you, anyway?"
"I am the Emperor of the Erkek. Not all of the Erkek in the entire universe, just those in the Local Group." Mikado said this as if it were of no great importance.
Abuelita asked, "The Local Group?"
"It's the Milky Way, Andromeda, Triangulum, and a hundred or so smaller galaxies."
"And yet you have space in your busy imperial calendar to come here and help us with our shit?" Kyle scoffed.
Just then, Spencer gathered his wits enough to realize his clothes had been ripped by his shapeshifting, and he was now exposed before everyone. He grabbed some of the shreds and put them over his privates.
Sven said, "It's true, Kyle. But keep in mind that 'Emperor' is just a translation. There's no pomp or 'your majesty' crap. He's something like our top administrator and troubleshooter."
Mikado sat down at the kitchen table. "Kyle, didn't Kushim explain to you what usually happens to Abjos?"
"Yeah, they die really young. I think he said I was only the fourth or fifth Abjo to live past 10."
Mikado said, "That's technically true, but there's more at stake. Ordinarily, Abjos' Mana cores become so unstable that they don't just die, they detonate."
Abuelita asked, "What the fuck?"
"It's okay, Señora. Kyle has fully healed. But if he hadn't, then eventually he would have detonated and taken out pretty much all life on this side of the planet."
Mikado then addressed Kyle directly. "So, yes, you became my number one priority when I found out that you were an Abjo."
Kyle looked shocked. "So, what would you have done if your plan had failed?"
"I'd have tried anything I could think of to save you, but if nothing worked I would have done what we always do with Abjos."
"Which is?"
"We let Abjos live out as much of their lives as possible, but when their Mana core goes critical it puts them in unspeakable agony before exploding. So we cull them before that happens."
Spencer didn't like what he was hearing. "You mean, you would have killed Kyle?"
"To stop him from wiping out all life on half a planet, yes. But, fortunately, that won't be necessary. Which brings me to you, Spencer."
"What about me?"
Mikado said, "A Mana core is central to an Erkek's abilities. Yet you have our powers without one. And judging from the creature you just shifted into, you can do things Erkek can't. So, you are something that the Skapararnir claim is impossible."
Abuelita interrupted, "Kyle mentioned them when he told me about you. Aren't the Skapararnir your gods?"
Mikado shook his head. "No, the Erkek have no gods and no religion. The Skapararnir designed us and built the equipment that manufactures us. They've been doing this for billions of years and have similar operations all over the universe. But they mostly leave the Erkek to run missions by ourselves. Recently, they assigned us to a new planet in the Triangulum Galaxy. That was the first I'd heard from them in 300 years. And it will probably be a few hundred more before I hear from them again."
Sven said, "Sorry to interrupt the lesson, but Spencer just got shot. Won't the police be here soon to investigate?"
Abuelita let out an incredulous laugh. "This isn't the rich part of town. A murder takes them an hour to get here. Gunshots? The cartels pay them enough to look the other way, so they don't bother."
They talked a while longer and then Mikado left to do whatever it was an Emperor of the Erkek did with his nights. Kyle went to the Nitery to ply his trade. And Spencer spent the night at Sven's apartment.
§§§
After a long night of sex, Spencer lay in Sven's arms. "What are we to each other now? Are we boyfriends?"
Sven kissed him. "You know, the Erkek language doesn't even have a word for 'boyfriend'."
Spencer looked up at him. "I can read your mind, you know. So I know you were only planning to be on Earth for another month when we met. But you stayed here because of me."
"Kushim asked me to stay to try to figure out just what you were because your mental powers were beyond anything a hetero could do. But now I hate the thought of leaving you. Does that make us boyfriends?"
"Yeah, I guess it does."
"Okay. Just don't expect monogamy."
Spencer laughed. "Monogamy? That's hetero bullshit, and it hasn't exactly worked out well for them."
"How about some fun?" Sven suggested.
"What kind?"
"If you can shapeshift deliberately and make yourself look the part, we could have some fun at a sex club. We might even find some asshole to kill."
They went into the living room of Sven's apartment, where there was a full-body mirror. Spencer stood in the center, naked, with Sven's hand on his shoulder. "Okay, just picture in your mind what you want to be, release some Mana, and let your body follow," Sven instructed.
Spencer thought about being someone older and tried to make that Mana tingly thing happen. Suddenly, his dick shrank and then disappeared. In seconds he became a tiny, frail old woman. "Wow."
Sven snickered. "They don't get a lot of that look in gay sex clubs. Try again."
Perhaps Spencer needed to clear his mind better because he next shifted into a centaur. They both laughed. Sven said, "Let's try for something just a teeny bit more useful."
Spencer thought of a daddy bear he'd seen in a porn video. It worked. It wasn't a precise match, but it would suffice.
"We better test this," Sven said as he grabbed Spencer's now porn-size cock. They sprinted to the bedroom. Sven climbed onto the bed, got on his hands and knees, and wowed Spencer by using his Mana to magically lube and stretch himself.
Spencer slid his "daddy" cock inside and marveled at the sensations of fucking with a whole new cock. Sven's moans grew louder when Spencer started pounding into him. Then Spencer concentrated and felt his cock grow even longer. Sven shouted out obscenities of approval. So he figured, why not really go for it? "Just tell me when to stop."
He let his cock grow and grow and grow. No human ass could take what Spencer was now sporting--but his boyfriend wasn't a human. His meat must've been 18 inches long before Sven finally shouted, "That's it! Keep it there and remember you can't hurt me."
So Spencer pounded the fuck out of that ass. When he felt his orgasm building, he bent down and bit into Sven's shoulder just as he flooded his boyfriend's ass with hot jizz.
And then it was Sven's turn. He shifted into what looked like a badass covered with tattoos, with a cock that looked like it could split a man in two. Spencer got on his hands and knees. Sven thrust into him. Apparently his daddy bear form had an ass made for fucking because it took in Sven's supersize dick. He pushed back and urged Sven on. Spencer felt like he was on fire with every nerve ending alive with pleasure. And when Sven finally shot his load, what felt like a month's supply of cum flooded his guts.
Supernatural sex, or Erkek sex, or whatever it was called, was intense. There were no refractory periods, no running out of cum, and you could fuck or get fucked brutally and still enjoy it. When they were done, though, Spencer could feel the Need urging him on. "You know, I'm not in the mood to go clubbing. I want to kill somebody."
"I've got a list of people to kill. You want one of them, or do you want to go hunting?"
Spencer thought it over before answering. "Hunting. I want to kill a complete stranger."
It took some planning, including getting some clothing that would fit Spencer's daddy bear form; but the next night Sven took them shadow-riding to an illegal club in Salt Lake City. Sven had hunted there before and claimed the Mormon capital had enough depravity to keep them busy for a while. As soon as they arrived, the Need alerted Spencer that there were some sick fucks here. His boyfriend had chosen well.
Sven had taken the form of a girl with long blonde hair and an innocent face. They walked in. Spencer played the role of a father, desperate for cash, who was pimping out his "daughter" to the highest bidder. The patrons leered and made lewd comments, but no one questioned the setup. No one tried to help the little "girl."
Their bait worked like a charm. A man of about sixty offered them $200 for the "girl's" virginity. They followed him to what he claimed was his home, but Spencer gleaned from his thoughts that this was just a place he kept to indulge his perversions. The man wasted no time pulling out his dick and telling Sven's "girl" persona to suck it. For a moment, Spencer thought about shifting into some animal and devouring the man but decided against it. Instead, he grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him into the wall.
Sven took a step back to watch the show. "No pussy for you, motherfucker," he taunted.
Spencer choked the man but wasn't in the mood to let him die too easily. So he threw the man onto the floor and began pummeling him. Each hit sent waves of a burning satisfaction through Spencer's body, like hitting a heavy bag at the gym. But this heavy bag screamed and begged for mercy. Spencer broke the man's legs first, but the Need was not yet sated. He broke the bones in both of the man's arms, one at a time.
After an hour of torturing the man, someone started pounding on the door. Unlike Pior Fossa, it would seem the police in Salt Lake did respond to calls. With one final blow, Spencer broke the man's neck and felt the Mana rush that meant the asshole was dead. Sven grabbed his hand and used the shadows to take them away just as the police broke down the door.
They repeated this in London, New York City, Buenos Aires, and Miami. The results were always the same: a dead child molester and a satisfied Need. However, in Miami they did things differently. When their prey was isolated, Sven used the shadows to take them to some remote place in a forest in Canada. There, Spencer transformed into a dire wolf and ripped the man's throat out. Sven shifted into the form of some creature from another world, and the two of them ate their fill.
Afterward, in Sven's apartment, they lay on the bed, sharing a joint. Spencer asked, "Can I come with you when you leave Earth?"
"Seriously? You want to leave your whole world behind?"
"It doesn't feel like home to me anymore. Maybe it never did. Kyle and Señora Navarro have been good to me, and it turns out Kyle and I are half-brothers, but I have to make my own way. And I want to be with you."
Sven took a hit and passed the joint to Spencer. "I can understand that. But you have to realize that once we leave, it could be a very long time before we can come this way again."
"I know, but I've never felt like I belonged here."
Sven said, "Alright, but you'll need to be able to blend in. Among other things, you'll need a new name."
"A new name?"
"Surely you don't think 'Sven' is an actual space-alien name? Erkek have to adopt plausible names for the worlds we go to."
Spencer puzzled over this. It was obvious now that Sven mentioned it. "So, what is your actual name?"
"Instead of having fixed names, we just describe someone's actual nature and what he's done lately. In the Erkek language this is efficient, so it's not very long; but in English, what I'm currently called might be translated as 'Earth Orgy Poet Cassiopeia Connoisseur' -- well, it goes on for a bit, but you get the idea."
"Orgy Poet?"
Sven just shrugged. "I like talking about sex in colorful metaphors."
"Okay," Spencer drew out the word. "Moving on. What planet are you going to next?"
"It's the one in the Triangulum Galaxy that Mikado mentioned. The people there are just starting to build cities. They're at a similar stage to humans just before the Bronze Age, I believe."
"What are they like?"
"Well, they're bipedal, so that's a plus. But they're not quite like humans. Anatomically, they only have one sex, so they all have multiple sexual orifices and I guess what you could call cocks. 22 of them." Sven said this and then took a drag off the joint.
"Multiple cocks? Will we be able to fuck them?"
Sven chuckled, "Fucking is just fucking for them. To reproduce they have an extra step. The one who's functioning as the father puts several of his cocks into the other's acid bladder and lets the ends of them dissolve over the course of a couple of hours. As long as we don't do that, then it's safe for us to fuck them."
Spencer was beyond merely being shocked. "I think I'll skip getting my dick dissolved, but fucking with 22 cocks sounds like fun."
"Keep in mind that you can't bring any tech with you, not even something a simple as a knife. We have to blend in perfectly and live like they do. That also means you'll have to be able to shapeshift into their form."
"But the Erkek here have tech humans don't."
"Well, some of that was brought by Mikado just for the cover-up mission. The rest is disguised as something a hetero might have made. But this world we're going to is much more primitive, so we have to be extra careful."
Spencer took a hit off the joint. "Could we bring marijuana?"
Sven laughed. "What? You want to be an intergalactic drug dealer?"
"Why not? Weed helps people chill out. Maybe it would help them. I mean, if we could get it to grow there."
Sven took a drag as he considered it. "We'd have to use Erkek tech to adapt it to that planet's ecosystem and make sure it would even work on them. Can't just show up with Earth weed and start handing it out."
Spencer found himself liking the idea. "Would we even be allowed to do it?"
"I suppose I could persuade the mission leader to authorize it."
"Are you close to him?"
Sven took another drag and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Close to him? Spencer, I am the mission leader."
Spencer sat up. "What? You never said anything about that!"
Sven put out the joint. "It's just a small group. There will only be about a dozen Erkek on the whole planet. There's not enough of the species for any more of us to prey on them."
"So what do we call these people we're going to live with?"
"The species? They have their own name for themselves, but it's not something you can say with a human mouth. Their speech is kind of a hissing, gurgling thing."
"What do the Erkek call them?" Spencer asked.
"The Skapararnir have given them a designation, but it's just a string of digits, not a real name."
Spencer looked at Sven. "Can you shift into one of them and say their actual name?"
"Sure. I learned their languages as part of the mission prep. But if I shift into their form, I won't be able to speak in English."
"That's okay. I just want to know."
With a grin, Sven shifted into the alien species. His body elongated and narrowed, and his skin turned a deep shade of blue with swirling patterns of purple. He was still bipedal but now had two prehensile tails. The most amazing change was the array of cocks sprouting from his abdomen, each one twitched slightly as if eager to fuck. Sven spoke with a hissing sound, presumably saying the name of the alien people in one of their languages.
Spencer reached out and touched Sven's new form, feeling the alien skin, which was slightly oily but not unpleasant. He closed his eyes and focused on appearance of the creature, the texture of its flesh, the shape of its cocks, and the hiss of the alien speech. He felt his own body shift. On the first attempt, Spencer shifted into a grotesque parody of Sven's new shape. It took a few more tries, but Spencer finally got the form of this alien species correct.
Unable to speak the aliens' language, Spencer gestured to the bed to let Sven know what he had in mind. But Sven shook his head. Spencer got the idea that these creatures had sex standing up. Sven's 22 cocks elongated and began rubbing Spencer's corresponding holes.
His body quivered as Sven's cocks slid into him. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before--like having his entire body penetrated at once. He felt full in ways that defied human experience. And when Sven's cocks began to pulse, it was like every nerve in his body was baptized in pleasure. It took Spencer a bit to get the hang of how to use his new cocks, but soon had all 22 of them inside Sven.
Instead of thrusting, these tentacle "cocks" undulated and swirled. The feeling was astonishing. It was like getting butt-fucked in 22 holes while fucking 22 asses himself. The sensation was so intense that it dawned on Spencer that there would be no climax for this kind of sex: the entire time, it was like having 44 simultaneous orgasms that would last as long as they wanted.
Then something new happened. So far, only Mikado had been able to read Spencer's mind, and even then it hadn't been too personal. But now, he felt his innermost self open up to Sven. Their minds became a single consciousness. This impossible union was blissful and something deeper and more sublime than romantic love. They truly were one.
Much later, they shifted back to human form and cuddled on the bed. Spencer said, "Can we have that kind of connection with those aliens?"
Sven shook his head. "No. They're not telepathic. That was just you. When Erkek fuck each other, we can connect--but not at that level."
Spencer found that the decision was easy. "I'm in. I want to go to these aliens and fuck the good ones and kill the bad ones."
"Good. But first, we're going to need to stop by the Erkek Empire. The Great Pool will teach you everything you need to know about the aliens."
"Where is this Empire?"
"It's not a normal planet," Sven said. "The Erkek Empire is an artificial world in a pocket of enfolded space. The Skapararnir created it that way so no one who didn't belong could ever find it."
"So how do you get there?"
"There are gateways between the Erkek Empire and the worlds the Skapararnir have assigned us to. But even then, you have to be able to shadow-ride or be brought along by someone who can."
§§§
A few weeks later, Spencer and Sven were ready to embark on their intergalactic adventure. They'd even given themselves new names for the new world. When in human form, Spencer had joked that his new name was Gurgle-hiss-spit-gulp and Sven's was Slurp-gargle-snort-gurr. And, just between the two of them, Spencer had started calling this species in the Triangulum Galaxy the "polycocks."
Spencer had briefly gone to the Erkek Empire. The Great Pool (which not only manufactured Erkek but also held the vast repository of knowledge the Erkek had amassed) had filled his mind with the languages and culture of the alien world they were about to infiltrate.
The only thing Spencer was being allowed to take with him were his marijuana seedlings that had been reengineered to be suitable for this new planet and to actually be healthy for the aliens. They planned to introduce themselves to the "polycocks" as herbalists from far away who were settling into the city.
Spencer had only one thing left to do on this planet: say goodbye to Abuelita and Kyle. They'd talked about going out to eat, but Spencer wasn't much for that. It didn't seem fitting for Sven to come (he barely knew Spencer's foster family), so it was just the three of them. Abuelita cooked a nice dinner, but nothing too fancy. Then they smoked one last Purple Kush joint together. He was going to another galaxy, so he couldn't exactly say he'd keep in touch. So he just said goodbye.
In two hours Spencer would be making love to Sven on that distant world.
§§§
Señora Navarro closed the door as Spencer departed for the last time.
Kyle said, "He's never coming back, is he?"
She shook her head. "No, he's not. I've been doing this for over forty years and said goodbye to lots of boys. Some might call once or twice, but it's better for them to just make a clean break."
"How so?"
"They come to me at the worst part of their lives. I do what I can to help them, but they need to put it all behind them so they can move on. It took me a while to figure that part out."
"Are you going to miss this one?" Kyle asked.
"Well, he is the only one who turned into a giant wolf and ate a cop in my kitchen; so I'll probably think of him from time to time."
They watched the news as they talked. While in front of a backdrop of the Family Values Tabernacle, a reporter talked about the exodus of members following Reverend Jackson's arrest for the murders of Sandra Williams and Kurt Vierme and for his confession of being The Bleeder.
Kyle lit another joint. "It's not really over."
"I know. Jackson was just one man. That whole cult of his gobbled up his bigotry like it was candy. Hate sells. Hate empowers. Always has."
Kyle took a hit. "Yeah, but it's not just selling hate. He was buying and selling babies. 'Sufficiently white' babies (as he put it) for 'adoption'. But he was getting the babies from Ferreira's cartel."
Navarro lit a joint of her own. "You know the cartels will just find new buyers. It never stops."
"I know. I can fucking do magic and even I can't save the world. But Ignacio Ferreira is a different story."
She smirked. "You're planning to kill a cartel boss?"
"When the time is right. First, I'm going to start a cartel war." Kyle took a long drag, held it in, and then blew out the smoke. "I just hope I can keep the right people alive."
Navarro laughed out a plume of smoke. "Alright, out with it. Who is he?"
"Huh?"
"Brujo, boy, you're pining! I don't need your space vampire magic to see it written all over your face. Who is he?"
Kyle sighed. Busted. "Carlo Namorado. His brother forced him to join that gang I killed, the Fraldas. I let him live because he was decent. But he's in too deep, and now Ferreira's making him work for the cartel. Thing is, he doesn't even know I exist because I had to wipe his memory."
"Never thought I'd see the day you fell in love."
"No, he's just a cute guy I--"
Navarro interrupted him. "Mm-hmm. You just keep telling yourself that."
Just then her phone rang. She spoke for a moment and then disconnected. "Children's Services are sending a new boy over."
"Is he gay?"
"Of course he is. That's the only kind I take now."
Kyle put out his joint, got up, and started to leave. He paused for a moment and then said, "You know, I liked calling you 'Abuelita', but that's a Spencer thing. It won't feel right now that he's gone, but I don't want to go back to calling you 'Señora Navarro' either."
"What do you want to call me?"
"How about 'mamá '?" Kyle suggested.
Navarro chuckled. "I ain't nobody's mom."
"Whatever you say, Mamá."
"Just shut the fuck up and go get yourself some cock." Navarro laughed as she said it.
Kyle chuckled and left.
He had a war to start.
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