Chapter 29

Bishop's Search

Moon City Police Department - Costal Precinct

Office of Jean-Yves Ticcoran - Chief Inspector

One Week Later...

11:00 AM

Bishop sat with his wings folded around him cloak-style and watched while Jean looked over the incident report that had been filed on his desk. "So, let me get this straight... Mr. Franklyn Martin, correct?"

"Yes, sir." Bishop said, using one of his many aliases. So far, Franklyn Martin was once of his recent favorites.

Jean continued. "So, you were going into the Heated Torch nightclub last night to relax and unwind, when a bunch of masked men with assault rifles stormed in, started shooting up the place, then planted a bomb in the club and blew it up, then proceeded to chase you down several city streets, forcing you to hide in an alley dumpster?" Jean wrinkled his nose while he looked at Bishop, doing his best to ignore the stench.

"That's correct, Inspector. I was lucky to escape with my life." Bishop answered, not surprised by the Inspector's reaction. After going into the club himself with two high-capacity assault rifles, shooting it up personally, along with planting the explosives himself and setting them off once he left. He then intentionally dove into a dumpster near the club several streets away and rolled around in it before calling the police. Though he hated every moment of the humiliating dumpster routine, he knew it was necessary for his story. Unfortunately, he had to stay at the precinct for a night in protective custody while they conducted the investigation of the club. Bishop was not nervous, he knew he had been careful not to leave behind any evidence to implicate himself, and even destroyed the security footage.

Jean was skeptical, regardless. "I see... Still, I don't understand what these mystery men had against you, Monsior Frank... You obviously made some criminal element in the city very, very angry with you. My men ended up retrieving 5,000 cases of spent ammo from the ruins of the club."

"I don't associate myself with any criminal elements, Inspector. I've told you that and have shown you my burden of proof." Bishop said, his tone still neutral. "Maybe the mistook me for someone else..."

Jean scoffed with a frustrated facepalm. "Monsior Frank! People with this kind of firepower don't make mistakes on who they track down! Who wound want you this dead?!"

"I. Don't. Know." Bishop said firmly. "That is why I came to you."

Jean sighed, then heard a beep from his smart phone. He looked at it, then got up from his chair. "I need to go check on some of the evidence retrieved from the club. Stay here."

Jean walked out of the office, shutting the door. Bishop took his chance. He stood up from the chair and went around Jean's desk to his computer. He pressed a key with the tip of his claw, bringing the computer out of screen-saver mode. Luckily, it was unlocked at the moment which meant he would not have to use the hacking modules in his wrist bands.

"Alright, Kyle Rhys, let's find out who you really are..." Bishop whispered, bringing up the planetary search engine for vehicles and registered owners. He input the data, typing on the keyboard with his claw tips. "Car type: Sedan... Make: Audi... Color: Black... Province: Aquaparadiso... Metro: Moon City... Species: Fox... Eye Color: Blue... Lock in data, and... Start query." He tapped the enter key with a claw.

The computer's search engine started going through all the possibilities, narrowing down the list to 14 people. Bishop tapped the arrow keys, scrolling through all the driver's license pictures in the database. "Hmm... La, la, la, la, la... Aha, Found you!" Bishop stopped the screen on a picture of the fox he saw from Pete's memory. His name was Mick Daniels, and he was a local resident. Even better, he lived not too far from the precinct.

Bishop smiled, clicking the print button on the data sheet, and running the job through the Inspector's printer. "You can't hide from me anymore, Mick Daniels... I look forward to paying you a visit."

After the sheet was printed, Bishop wiped the search history from the program and closed it, pressing the key that activated the screen saver. He then folded up the paper and tucked it into his pocket, sitting down in his chair once again.

A few minutes later, Jean walked back in. "Apologies, Monsior Frank... False alarm. Anyways, if you need anything, here's my number." He handed Bishop a business card. "Call me immediately if anything comes up."

"Will do, Inspector." Bishop took the card and placed it into his other pocket. He then walked out of the precinct, and into the vehicle garage to his Harley-Davidson Whiptail motorcycle, dawning his cybernetic biker goggles and started it up. Bishop took the paper out of his pocket, looking at Mick's address: 155 Beachfront road. Once he memorized the address along with other details that he deemed important, he tossed the paper aside and popped up the Harley's kickstand. He then revved the bike a few times before peeling out the garage, doing a wheelie once he was out on the road.

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Egad's Villa

Loft

11:30 __P_ M_

"Aaaahhh... A-ah... Ahh! Ooohhhh... Ohhh, gods above..." Tommy moaned, his head tossing back and forth on Zarch's upper chestwhile they lay on the bed, Tommy's wrists and ankles in the leather cuffs and chains that went the bases of the bed posts. Right now,Tommy was furthering the exploration of his sexuality as Zhal gave him a blowjob, the rest of the coven grouped around him, watching with gentle encouraging words. Egad, after showing the quick-learning and eager Tommy most of the other ways of sex so far, asked the dragon if he could slowly introduce him to pleasure bondage. At first, Tommy was very skeptical due to memories from his captivity with Cailus. But after reassurance and support from the rest of the coven, he decided to go along with it. Now, he was clutching the sheets above his head around Zarch's shoulders desperately in tight fists, his wings spread out beneath him, laying across Zarch's torso while the demon wolf nuzzled and held him in his arms, his knotted canine cock locked inside Tommy's tailhole. Tommy struggled to stay still, squirming slightly in total rapture as he was sucked off in bondage, loving every moment. Chaos and Hatred were worshiping Tommy's feet, licking his soles and sucking on his toes while also slowly jerking their own cocks. Egad, Galen, Amon, and Uniko were laying down next to Tommy, sensually kissing, licking, sucking, and stroking hands across his chest, abdomen, neck, and the back of his head while they also stroked themselves.

"So... How does it feel so far, Tommy?" Egad asked, running a hand from Tommy's chest down his abs, the other stroking his own cock.

"Oooooh.... Egad, this feels so good... Oh, so very good... Ahhh, yessssss...." Tommy whimpered in euphoria, his thick snake-like tongue slithering from his mouth as he panted and moaned. He felt the passionate feeling continue to shoot through his entire body, lighting up his nerves with a blissful fire that heated him down to his core. He could feel sweat dripping out from between his scales, drizzling over and down his body, which seemed to spur Galen, Amon, and Uniko further on with their kissing, sucking and licking. It even seemed to spur Zhal into sucking a bit harder, slowing the bobbing of his head down to draw out every moment. Tommy enjoyed every bit of this treatment, the heat feeling so good as Zhal's wet, course, feline tongue slid and swirled around his shaft and cock head while the two younger wolves continued to worship his feet, while feeling Galen, Uniko, and Amon's licks, kisses, and caresses.

"We're happy you are enjoying it, Tommy." Uniko said, starting to suck on one of his nipples. "I must say, you look very sexy when your body is wet... Seeing your scales and muscles in the light, with that wet, slick shine... You look so hot..."

Tommy's moans then steadily started to increase in volume and jubilation, his legs starting to shake as Zhal draped them over his shoulders while Chaos and Hatred switched from worshiping Tommy's feet to worshiping his biceps and armpits. Everyone watched on and continued with peaceful expressions of high libido, knowing that Tommy was close. Even Zhal looked up at Tommy with an erotic twinkle in his eyes while sucking him off, wondering what his seed would taste like.

A few moments later, he got his answer as Tommy came with a series of long moans as his hips shook in short thrusts, his orgasm lasting for a full minute. Tommy's cock shot his seed into Zhal's mouth, filling it up. Zhal enjoyed the taste of Tommy's seed, the flavor hinting a surprising reflection that he could only compare to salted pineapple. The tiger swallowed as much as he could, while letting the rest drip down his chin. The short hip thrusts sent Zarch over the edge shortly after, and he came as well, shooting his seed into Tommy's tailhole with a long, soft whine. Zarch's seed ran down from Tommy's tailhole and down across his waist, hips, and inner thighs. After that, everyone else came in succession, one after another.

Once Tommy's orgasm ceased and everyone had came, Zhal gently pulled his mouth off Tommy's endowment, licking his lips. All of them pulled away, watching on as Tommy panted, his body limp, head resting on Zarch's chest,facing Egad as he entered his afterglow.

"Egad... That was amazing..." Tommy said, caching his breath. "I never knew... I could ever feel this good..."

Egad smiled warmly at Tommy, nuzzling him as everyone cuddled up with him and Tommy on the bed. "I'm happy you enjoyed it. We all are."

With that, everyone went into a deep sleep. All of them felt happy, exhausted and sexually satisfied.

Tommy felt the most satisfied of all. He was happy he let the coven talk him into this.