Deadliest of Sins
Deadliest of Sins A shrill police whistle broke the quiet foggy air and echoed down the streets alerting another who in turn relayed its call. A "rally to arms" so to speak for soon the early morning air was filled with the sound of running feet as several policemen clad in Victorian era uniform zeroed in on the original. "What's going on?" One canine officer asked as he joined up with a second, the two quickly looking around before spotting a third waving at them to catch their attention. "Blimey, must be another murder." The second constable muttered as the two set off towards their comrade. Nearing the waving figure they recognised Sgt Dickerson who while a normally calm and level headed man was panting deeply and looking at the two with wide eyes. "Sarge are you alright?" One asked as the portly raccoon leant against a wall to steady and calm himself. "No I bloody well ain't." He growled back before giving them both a stern look. "Collect who ever you can and cordon off this building, I want no one entering and I mean "no one" until the inspector arrives. You hear me?" The two constables looked to each other then back to their Sargent before agreeing and setting off to find more officers. Dickerson looking to the door he had been called to in one of the more posh parts of the city and shook his head. "It's really going to hit the wall this time." He muttered as the sound of more police arriving was heard; he turned and started to organise his men. * * * The early morning dank slowly gave way to day as the sun rose over London Town with the fog beginning to dissipate and the sounds of life awakening from its slumber. A young street urchin came tearing down the cobblestone street skilfully navigating the wet surface and dodging around street lamps and the occasional early morning fur who would frown as he tore past them. Ryan was the young pandas name and although he lived a life on the streets there were several places he knew he could go when it came time for a meal. Most recent of places he likes to hang out was the police station and despite various attempts to place him in an orphanage or foster home he would always return. He acted as a "runner" for some of the constables, often carrying messages of urgency in return for air payment of food or shelter. Turning down a lane Ryan looked about until he spied a familiar house and shot off towards it, banging loudly on the door as he arrived." "Inspector!" The boy shouted out while catching his breath and after a minute or two the door opened to reveal a portly skunk female in a dressing gown. Mrs Elton regarded the boy for a moment with tired eyes before recognising him. "Blimey lad, you're making enough noise to wake the dead." She said. "Sorry Ma'am." Ryan said quickly taking off his cap and holding it in front of him. "But Sargent Dickerson sent me right over to get the Inspector, he did." The home belonged to Inspector Stephan Weaver, a police officer of high standing amongst his men, known for his hard work and determination at see justice prevail, Stephan rose through the ranks to inspector and had been called on by Scotland Yard several times in the past to help out with cases. Mrs Elton was his housekeeper and was as almost as dedicated to her job as Stephan was to his, coming under his employ a few years earlier when he made the rank of Inspector to keep his home in order due to his increased work responsibilities. "Well then you'd better come inside then dear." The motherly female said making room for the excited child. "Knowing his Lordship he will be in the study." For Stephan Weaver the study was the best place for him to lay things out and think and this is where the black tiger could be found when not out searching for the perpetrators of crime. In fact the past few weeks the dedicated feline had seen quite a fair bit of his free time spent in this room. The desk was covered with reports and news paper clippings of a recent wave of killings to rival the infamous "Jack the Ripper" murders and began a few weeks ago with the discovery of wealthy banker. He lay dead in his bed, naked with small bite marks around his neck and shoulders. Initial discovery marked the death as "accidental" as it was assumed that the man picked up a street prostitute and during their frenzied lovemaking he had a stroke. Little was done to investigate, as the chance of finding the girl was slim to none as after what happened she could've run off not wanting to be blamed. In fact his family had preferred to keep things quiet as not to cause a scandal as he was seen as a respectable fur in his job. It wasn't until a second "killing" was reported that a third was revealed. All involving successful business dealers, all male and all dead in bed naked with the bite marks upon them. At first the higher-ups in the police force tried to keep the deaths quiet as it had been several months after the Ripper murders started and mysteriously stopped, but due to the reluctance of some and the lateness of the reporting this was unable to happen and the press immediately jumped on whatever information they could find to start up a new wave of possible panic dubbing the perpetrator "Jill the Ripper" and speculating she was a gilded mistress seeking revenge due to a neglectful lover. Police were quick to dismiss this as nonsense as neither of the victims had mistresses nor did they have any secret lovers. All so far were decent men who had shown strong ambition in their field of work. But the news was what everyone read and believed, especially after rumours that the police were told not to find the Ripper killer because all he did was kill prostitutes and street trash, so public opinion was mixed when it was announced the police were going to do all they could to reveal what was happening. This is where Inspector Stephan Weaver came in. His past in dealing with criminals so diligently along with his level-headedness made him the perfect face of the police in this matter. He chose to overlook nothing and made it a point not to back down from the ridiculous questions the press put to him. It was thanks to Inspector Weavers efforts they discovered their first real breakthrough in the case when the next body was discovered. He and Sargent Dickerson were patrolling early one morning when called to the scene of another murder. Upon entering the housekeeper babbled about a young girl in an elegant dress who had accompanied her employer and while she wasn't able to give a good description of the woman's face the dress was something that was indeed hard to come by. This and the presence of a strange perfume that lingered after that also intruded the tiger as while to him it had a sweet alluring quality, to the raccoon Sargent it was a bitter smell. After this the police searched and questioned dressmakers and stores specializing in elegant clothing only to turn up nothing, the same when the tiger tried to pinpoint a fragrance at most perfume stores. It was at this point the feline deduced the one they were looking for might be of foreign origins and came into the country and while investigations along this line continued another murder occurred. Yet another successful man was found dead, tied naked to his bed with bite marks over his body. The mans family were very influential and demanded action, seeing the police efforts as "stumbling around in the dark". Sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose Stephan sat back with one of the many reports compiled so far. This one detailing the many similarities the five victims had so far. Each were considered high profile figures of society, having lived fairly normal lives that saw them climb the ladder of success, the one thing that did come out after a awhile though was each were very ambitious in their dealings to a point that would seem unsettling to their co-workers. "Obsession." The tiger said to an empty room and placed the paper down. He hardly slept when in his current mood, often pacing or looking over facts gained until he found a way to piece it together but this time he felt there was a piece missing, something that while evident in its absence taunted him with its presence. Closing his eyes Stephan tried to gather together once more what he already knew when his nose twitched and the same alluring smell wafted past him, he stiffened and his eyes shot open half expecting to see a beauty dressed in the same elegant gown as described by their only witness but instead he saw his housekeeper along with Ryan standing in the doorway. "Lad to see you Milord." Mrs Elton announced. "Says he's got more news for you." "Thank you, Delores." Stephan straightened in his chair, the usually neat shirt he wore looking ruffled. "Would you make some breakfast please, I'm sure Ryan will be hungry." The panda gave a slight grin as the Skunkette nodded and turned to leave. "Aye Mr Weaver, but he's not the only one I'm worried about when it comes to feeding too." She quipped and shuffled off leaving the tiger to sigh again. It had been true, this case was wearing on the feline to a point where he was up all night and eating little, something that began a day after he had breathed in the sweet perfume that was discovered at the scene of the earlier crime. "What news do you bring?" He asked the boy who fidgeting with his cap. "Its Sargent Dickerson Sir, he said to come quick. There's been another murder." He quickly said. "He also said to tell you this could be really, really bad." "Oh dear." The tiger said quickly standing as he recognised the code he and the Sargent had worked out. "Mrs Elton I need to leave immediately, please look after the boy." The elderly skunkette barely had time to answer before Stephan had picked up his coat and dash out the front door. "I swear, this job with be the death of the poor soul." Mrs Elton sighed with concern before leading the panda into the kitchen. "C'mon dear, let's get you fed. * * * By the time the feline policeman arrived there was a sizable crowd present, some curious as to what was going on, others using the scene to make their anti-rich sentiments know and those Stephan recognised as being from the press. All straining against the amassed force of officers to see who was next. The Inspector was let through once he was recognised and made his way to the portly racoon Sargent he called friend, the serious look upon his face wasn't a good one and the tiger knew the worse was to come. "Bert." The tiger said quietly as he looked about, scanning the crowd. "How bad?" "Something you need to see for yourself Stephan." The racoon shook his head. "If the Super doesn't blow his stack over this someone higher up will." He turned to lead the Inspector inside but stopped when he saw the tiger had hesitated. Stephan had only heard part of what his friend had said as a familiar alluring smell reached his nose. Everything became a slow crawl as he turned to scan the crowd once more, the faces blurring and their noises becoming background noise as the sound of his heart beat loudly in his chest. A set of piercing green eyes gazed squarely at him and he registered a hint of white fur, his mind slurred as he couldn't make out whom it was but the still rational part of his mind told him the killer was still here, watching them from the crowd. He took a short step forward and felt a firm hand on his shoulder. "Inspector are you alright?" Sargent Dickerson's concerned voice came and snapped the tiger out of his trance. He looked down at the junior officer before quickly scanning the crowd again to try and find those eyes. "I..." Stephan nodded. "Yeah, I just...never mind." The racoon nodded and led Stephan to the door, the tiger looking back just before he entered. * * * "Edgar Woolridge." Stephan groaned inwardly as he easily recognised the dead wolf on the bed. "Ministers aide." The naked grey furred male lay out on the bed, his hands tied firmly to the bedposts while tiny puncture wounds adorned his neck and chest, his tongue hanging out and giving him the look that his last moments alive were indeed a pleasurable one. "Word is news has somehow reached the Minister and he is furious that such a thing could happen." Dickerson said with a snort. "Not surprising seeing a scandal will most likely follow." Stephan looked around and saw the windows were locked from the inside, just like all the others. After talking to the housekeeper she told the Sargent of the same young lady as before, coming home with the Lord of the house. A hint of the perfume Stephan smelt reached him and the same green eyes flared in his memory, his heart thudding for a moment before he managed to calm himself. "What's going on Bert?" He breathed. "Sir?" The racoon asked raising a brow. "What sort of killer can make a man want to bring them into their homes and do this?" The feline motioned to the corpse lying on the bed. "And then disappear without witnesses, without a trace?" The Sargent looked his friend over and saw the stress build, it had been a maddening case to deal with almost as bad as the Ripper murders where police were left baffled at every turn. "What makes these men so special that they deserve this?" Stephan hissed as frustration began to set in. "I'm not sure Inspector, maybe there's something we've missed. Something small..." "Dammit Sargent we have all the pieces, all the clues but who ever is doing this is so clever the pieces appear all the same so its nearly impossible to fit them together." The tiger growled angrily and clenched his hands into fists. "When was the last time you got any sleep Stephan?" The portly Sargent asked as he barely recognised the tiger that once had been his friend. "You let this get to you that badly and the Super will kick you back down to constable if you're lucky." Closing his eyes the Inspector knew the racoon was right and let his anger drain away, the image of those eyes came back to him. "Sorry Bert, I just want to see this case solved, what after what happened with ole Jack running around I don't want the people loosing faith in the force full-time." "I understand your passion for the job Sir." Bert said placing a hand on the tigers shoulder. "You go home and get some rest, I'll see to thing here and send a report around." Stephan knew his friend was right, the case had grated on the tigers nerves more and more and now it was getting on top of him by ensuring his nights remained sleepless and his days long and tiring. "I think you're right old friend." He said finally relenting and listening to reason. "Keep me posted on what's going on, I'm fairly sure we'll hear from the Minister on this one." The Sargent saluted as Stephan left the room and made his way outside, the feline pausing to look around the crowd once more before starting off towards home. "Inspector Weaver?" A dry female voiced rang above the rest and the tiger turned to see and professionally dressed young rabbit walk up accompanied by a constable. "Look I'm not in the mood for interviews thank you..." The woman holding out a sealed letter cut him off. "I am not a reporter Inspector." The red headed femme almost sneered at the idea. "I am in fact from the Ministers office and was told to present this to you in person." Stephan looked at the letter and saw the official seal. "A summons?" He frowned and took it from the rabbit. "That is not for me to say as I have not read it." The bunny said with a hint of sarcasm before she turned and stomped off, obviously not happy at being used as an "errand-boy". Not wanting to open the letter in the public eye, the tiger pocketed it and made his way off home, thoughts of an official reprimand now adding to the woes already on his mind. * * * Dear Inspector, I hope you are reading this in good health as I have an issue of utmost urgency to reveal to you. Word of my aides' death has reached me I feel I have little options left to me so I must reveal to you the dire schemes of Edgar Woolridge. "Dire schemes?" The tiger frowned at the term and read on. My former aide was a very ambitious man, so much so he would often dig for dirt on those in high standing positions to blackmail them in order to advance himself and his ideas. I recently came upon this when he himself admitted to me of the information he complied on several politicians, myself included. Stephan sighed, as the case seemed to have taken on a whole new twist. Before his death he made mention of an accomplice who had helped him gather his "dirt" and now he has passed on it becomes a serious matter to find and dispose of this information as soon as possible. Now while I am unable to tell you who his partner was I can how ever point you to a small establishment called "The Broken Kettle". From what I understand it is a private men's club Edgar use to frequent often. I am not sure if this will help you in your investigation to catch his killer but I hope you are able to find and contain Edgar's helper and find their cache of information. Yours in confidence... The letter was unsigned but Stephan recognised the writing as coming from the Prime Minister himself. "This is just great." He sighed and folded the letter up, placing it in the drawer to his desk. A headache began to form as the tiger mulled over these new complications, first a killer had been targeting successful males and "pleasuring" them to death and now the makings of a Ministerial scandal were looming on the horizon. "Mrs Elton, could you bring the brandy in please." Stephan called out, with all that swirled in his mind he felt he would need some encouragement to finally find some sleep. * * * "You're looking somewhat better." Sargent Dickerson's voice came loud and clear as Stephan stirred from his slumber. The tiger groaning softly from under the covers of his bed and sitting up. He was still half dressed when he fell into bed after consuming quite a bit of alcohol. "Bert..." He mumbled by way of greeting. "Did I miss something?" "Not too much." The racoon said as he found a chair and sat down. "The Super ranted and raved for a bit, mainly for show, but he said the Minister still had faith in you although he didn't say why." Stephan groaned memories of the letter floated back to him, of course nothing would be done just yet until he was proven to be incompetent, and this wouldn't be until he failed to find the blackmail material the politician needed. "You know you shouldn't drink when you worry, you'll only end up drinking more," Bert said as the tiger pulled himself out of bed. "It was just one or two." He said looking bleary eyed around the room. "Yeah one or two large ones." Mrs Elton said from the door, the skunkette catching sight of her half naked employer and shaking her head. "Could you draw me a bath please Delores? I'll be going out this evening." Stephan asked as he stretched and yawned, the femme nodding and turning to fill his request. "Found something?" The racoon asked his ear perking with interest. "Not really, I just need some air to clear my mind." "Need some company?" "I..." Stephan started but shook his head. "We've been given enough I just need some fresh air. Besides I've kept you from your family enough on this." "Alright Inspector." Bert said as he got to his feet. "I got the lads roaming in pairs tonight, just in case." Stephan smiled. "Good work Sargent, and thanks." "Thanks?" The portly male asked tilting his head. "For your support through all this." "Why that's what friends are for Stephan." He gave a broad smile and headed out, leaving the tiger to pick out some clean clothes to wear after his bath. * * * As the night settled in the air became cooler and Stephan felt glad his housekeeper had talked him into taking his coat, the tiger rubbing his hands as he casually wondered down the cobblestone streets, his mind worked around both the puzzling details of the crimes and the letter from the Minister. Apart from the fact all the victims were successful and ambitious there was little to link them, their deaths were marked as either a stroke or heart attack brought about by extra curricular activities. The only real evidence of foul play was the bite marks but no evidence of poison was ever found. If it wasn't for the extreme co-incidence of the deaths and the description of the possible culprit on two separate occasions they could almost think what was going on were a natural thing, except it didn't feel natural. Stephan feet the eyes in the back of his mind and stopped. During the investigation of the Ripper murders some of the press made the killer out to be some sort of supernatural being, a "murderous ghost" that was dismissed as easily as theory that ghosts were killing off prostitutes in the first place. The tiger growl with frustration, the walk had done him no good and now as well as a headache he was cold as well. Looking around to see where he was Stephan found himself staring at a sign hanging from an innocuous looking doorway. It had the picture of a black kettle on it, a kettle with a crack. "The Broken Kettle..." The policeman breathed silently. Surely this was more luck than anything that he had found himself here. His curiosity perked he approached the door and knocked, at first it sounded as though no one was present until a bolt was slid back on the other side and the door slowly opened. A white furred fox in a suit looked him over. "May I help you?" The vulpine asked with a curious look. "I am told this is a place a gentleman could come to warm himself." Stephan said, knowing that some places that provided a more mature source of entertainment would rather stay secretive to avoid things like angry spouses. "Now how would be telling you this Sir?" The fox asked giving a suspicious glance around. "Edgar Woolridge." Stephan replied taking a chance, one that seemed to pay off as the door opened more to him. "Ah yes, nice man, gracious tipper." The smaller male said with a sly grin. "A shame though now with what happened 'n all." "Indeed." The tiger said stepping inside, the dark hallway extended a short way to a second door, the fox opening it to allow the feline to enter. "Still one didn't expect to see you in here Inspector." The doorman said holding his hand out to take the tiger's coat. "Hard times I'm afraid," Stephan said giving the man his jacket. "The stress can be hard to deal with." "I can understand Milord, business has not been as good since it all started." Stephan wondered what sort of business they dished out and was answered as he entered a plush looking bar, not at all like the ordinary pubs he had been to. The counters were polished and well looked after, the pictures hanging on the walls all looked carefully hand painted and the drapes adorning the walls looked to be made of velvet. He saw there were several furs present, a few men sitting with drinks and chatting idly with women who sought to give favours for money, their gowns looking a lot like the one described to him by the witnesses in the murder cases he was working on. Seeing the fox had gone back to his duties Stephan walked in further, admiring the decorations around the place as he took a seat at one of the vacant tables, the place seemed quiet for what it was and the tiger began to question the reasoning for entering the place when he saw one of the girls stand and move to the bar. She was the same red haired rabbit from earlier when Stephan first received the letter from the Minister, he thought back to what he was told about Edgar having a partner in his dealings and now seeing the young lady dressed in a more provocative way and things made more sense. Edgar would "recommend" this place to important people he knew then this girl would find a way to seduce them into giving up any secrets they might have. Only thing was why was she here if Edgar was now dead? Unless there was more people than just her. There were questions he would've liked to ask the bunny but a soft hand rested on his shoulder and a sweet smell wafted past his nose. "I would not bother with that one Milord." The voice came from a young blonde woman dressed in a black velvet dress with gold embroidering and red frills that seem to dance along several edges, her long skirt billowed out covering her legs while a black cloak with red lining lay draped over her shoulders. On her head sat a black top hat and she looked the black tiger over through thin-rimmed glasses. "Green eyes?" The feline whispered and slowly stood out of politeness, the sweet smell seemed familiar and was befuddling his thoughts a little. "I... I shouldn't?" The girl smiled and ran her tongue along her red lips. "Oh no, she and another are up to no good and must be avoided." Her eyes wandered down to the tiger's chest and back up. "I see..." All thoughts of asking the bunny about the blackmail material had gone and replacing it was the vision standing before him. "I'm Stephan Weaver." "Oh my Inspector, you are very well known from the papers, it is almost an honour to meet you." The blonde purred and started towards the bar, the tiger following her more by instinct than choice. "My name is Jess." More fragrance reached him and he had to stop and think about what to say next. "That's a nice name Jess." He managed to get out; it surprised the tiger, as he had never had trouble talking to strangers before. "Do you frequent this place?" The girl gave a soft giggle and looked him over a second time. "Oh my no. I am simply passing the time while searching for something important to me." "Searching? For what?" He asked and inhaled more of the sweet essence filling the air, he looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the fragrance but the other occupants of the establishment seemed oblivious. "It does not matter." Jess purred and stepped closer to him, her eyes twinkling as she leant closer. "Our time is wasted here, perhaps a young handsome tiger like yourself would care to show me the hospitality of your home?" Something nagged at Stephan, the smell, her eyes, both seemed familiar from somewhere but he couldn't tell. She reached out and touched his neck and thoughts of this sexy young kitten suddenly filled his head. "Yes..." he breathed silently as something stirred deep within him. "Would you like to come to my place, perhaps for a nightcap?" "I would love to." Jess smiled and took hold of his arm, her large fluffy tail flicking out behind her. Stephan wasn't sure how but he found himself leading the girl out of the club although in some way she was leading him, an elegant carriage waiting outside for them, the driver wrapped up against the cold and possible prying eyes. As they journeyed to the Inspectors home Jess smiled and giggled as she touched and kissed the tigers neck, the sweet smell filling the interior and swamping the black felines senses as he felt his body react to her teasing. Upon arriving no words were said as Stephan escorted Jess up the stairs and in through the door, at this late hour Mrs Elton had retired and the place was dark and quiet. "Bedroom?" Jess breathed in question and Stephan looked up the stairs to where he slept. The girl starting up and while looking coyly over her shoulder, the skirt of her dress seem to melt and disappear leaving the girl showing off her bare rump and red stocking clad legs. "Wh-what...?" The tiger blinked in disbelief but another wave of perfume reached him and he began to follow her white rear up the stairs. Slipping off her cape Jess winked to him as her top began to dissolve, her full breasts swinging free as she took off her hat and entered the bedroom, Stephan feeling little choice but to follow the sweet scent she was giving off, all the while something important grated at the back of his mind. Entering the room Jess closed and locked the door, skilfully tossing her cloak and hat onto a chair, the girl clad in naught but a black corset with red frills. "My handsome tiger, how long have I searched for you." The kitten whispered and stepped over to him, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt so she could run her hand over his chest. "Searching for you?" Stephan repeated quietly as he felt his skin warm to her touch, the phrase rolling over and over in his mind until. "W-wait..." But Jess ignored him request, peeling open his short and rasping her tongue over his firm chest. "You are a strong one, this is good." She smirked and tugged the felines shirt down and off. "Y-you are the one killing people..." Stephan groaned deeply as Jess took hold of a nipple with her teeth and tugged it, the hot feeling of desire shooting through him. "Yes my tiger." She admitted, and fumbled with his belt and trousers. "Wh-why?" The male said as he struggled with the feelings of arousal she was giving him, he wanted to resist her, use his strength to hold her and call for help but there was something about her he couldn't fight against. "Tell me my lover." The girl said as she kissed down his chest and abs, his pants coming down as his sheath filled and his length throbbed. "You know why." "Why?" The black feline repeated as his mind reeled with the mix of facts they had collected, the heat of the girl's breath on his shaft making it hard to think. All those who had died were successful men how had done whatever they could to further themselves; they were driven by ambition, a desire to be better than everyone else. Stephan's eyes snapped open as it came to him. "Lust." His mind exploded in pleasure as Jess ran her rough tongue along his cock. "You have spoken my name pet, but please call me "Mistress"." The tiger found himself frozen in place, his desire for pleasure fighting off his reasoning for self preservation as this sexy young feline continued to rasp and coat his length with her saliva. "Not...possible." He moaned and felt his hips rock as she serviced his need. "And yet here I stand." The girl gave him a sly grin and stood. "Be a good pet and go lie down, you will be duly rewarded." Stephan wanted to turn and ran, to cry out for assistance but instead found himself shuffling towards the bed, his length dripping with her saliva and his own hot pre. "What in God's name are you?" He hissed hoping in some way to fight but a light touch along his spine and yet more resistance faded, the tiger crawling onto the bed and rolling over. "God shall not help thee." Jess smirked as she joined him on the bed, the girl's moist lips teasing the tip of her captives cock. "As for who I am sin given life for without sin there is no God." "Lust." Stephan moaned as the this succubus given form continued to tease his aching erection. "Why me?" It was a last ditch effort to gather what was left of his strength to avoid a dire fate but deep down Stephan knew he had lost. "Lust, the desire for something." The girl purred and slurped around the male's hard meat. "Some for money, others for power. You are different from all, there was but one thing you sought that no other did." With this she started to suckle and bob on his prick, savouring his musky taste as one word came to Stephan's mind. Justice. It was this need to see justice served that drove him, which made him complete and now had dammed him. He barely felt the girl stop her suckling and slowly crawl over him, her piercing green looks looking into his as his body burnt with lust. "Yes my pet, and even when others have abandoned themselves to my touch you still fight, still hope to escape, but you are mistaken." She give a soft giggle and slowly lowers herself on his raging shaft, her sex giving way to his girth as the tiger arches beneath her, his hands going to her hips as he seeks to bury more of his cock into the liquid heat of her pussy. "You were mine from the start." All thoughts of his impending death were now gone, the last of Stephan's rational mind was consumed by the incredible feeling of lust the girl was giving and he began to pump her dripping snatch, words were now useless as the two moaned and grunted. Jess leaning to bite and nip at the tigers neck and chest, leaving tiny bite marks as she enflamed his desires, stoked his need to mate to an extreme level. The tiger growling as his claws dug into the girls hips, his balls tingling as he felt his climax near, the girl squealing in delight as she rode the males stiff length hard until he strained and hilted, his seed exploding deep inside the girls belly, the tigers flooding warmth sending Jess over the edge and she too orgasmed, the feel of her nectar washing over his skin sending jolts of pure bliss into his mind. "Marvellous." The Sin of Lust breathed as she looked down at her now dead lover, the experience too much for him, she slowly pulled herself from his slick shaft and kneeled next to him, her hand hovering over his chest. A bright light rise from the tiger and settled in her delicate hand and she brought it close to look at, within the glow the form of Stephan Weaver lay curled up. "Be brave my pet, your soul will live on and please me as many lovers before you." She purred and slipped off the bed to collect her cape and hat. Jess stretched before moving to the door, passing through it as though it was not there, in the morning the poor Inspectors body will be found and mourned over but his killer will never be found. Exiting the house naked but for her corset, hat and cape the girl stepped lightly over to the waiting carriage, the bitter cold not bothering her in the least. "Well I have it." She grinned up at the driver while holding out the black tigers soul in her hand. "The life force of one who cares not for power or money." With a snarl the Sin of Anger pulled down his scarf and bent closer to look, the glow illuminating his red tiger-like face. "You got lucky girl." He sneered and sat upright again to lift the reigns. "Admit it." Lust chuckled slyly while feeling the mixed juices of the earlier lovemaking ooze from her sex. "People under my influence will do anything, therefore making me deadliest of all Sins." "Whatever." The angry red tiger muttered as he prepared to depart, the girl beaming as she entered the carriage. "To my place pet, you have a wager to work off." The carriage pulled away with a jerk and faded away into the foggy night. * * *
Jess aka Sin of Lust (C) Jessica Elwood; Stephan Weaver & Sin of Hate (C) Jaffah; Story (C) Jaffah 2008