TSWNC Chapter 9: Saint Marcel's Cemetery
Story by sangheilinerd on SoFurry
A Naga goes to a bar in an effort to quench his undying lust. What he finds instead may be more than he bargained for. And most certainly more than he could have ever hoped for.
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So this series is coming to an end. I think it may have at least one more chapter. I thank you all for supporting my work and sticking with me through this heavy, heavy story.
The blond man stood before the Stallion with his face blank. He stood at attention. The equine staring daggers at him, “They found her body?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Goddammit! What the hell am I paying you for, Shade. Your supposed to be the best in the business. Your Kazegami are some of the best trained assassins that money can buy. And yet here I stand with two black-and-whites sitting out front.” He slammed his large fist down on the ancient mahogany of the desk—a gift from the don of a large Mexican drug cartel—he looked the man up and down. Knowing that the assassin could turn on him at any second. He took a deep breath to calm himself, “I do thank you for retrieving the blades. But now I have to deal with these policemen without incriminating myself. Be gone before I return.”
“Of Course, Mr. Guerrero. We’ll be a call away.”
“Out with ya.”
The ninja disappeared in a flash of smoke. The equine rolled his eyes, “Always with the theatrics. Johnathan?”
“Yes suh?” the butler said in his British accent.
“Please tell the gateman to allow our friends in blue entrance to our humble abode.”
“Of course, suh. Right away, suh.”
***
Jon moaned out, “Harder. Fuck me harder!” And Ricky readily obliged him. His hips a blur as his palm tree of a cock slid in and out of his human lover. The spines scraping at his inner walls and sending tingles up and down Junior’s long spine. It felt so good to share pleasure with his longtime friend.
It wasn’t too long before Jon sprayed the bed below him with his seed. Which made his walls clench down with unrelenting force upon Ricky’s member. It sent uproarious amounts of pleasure straight to his brain. “Here I cum!” And came he did. By the bucketful. It was such a large amount that it started squirting around Ricky’s cock and creating quite a mess on his scutes and Jon’s ass.
He collapsed on top of his lover and hugged him. “I love you.”
“I…I love you, too” Jon replied below him. The Naga squeezed him. Then, lifting him up, he retreated with the human into the pile of his coils which sat behind him. He snuggled with his human lover and fell into a light doze, utterly exhausted.
***
Maxim sat in the office of the police commissioner. Brennan sat behind the desk staring at the Equine. “Mr. Guerrero, I cannot call off the investigation. I don’t care who you threaten, that’s willfully obstructing Justice. I cannot, will not do that.”
“I don’t think you understand, Commissioner. I know where your faggot son lives. I know whom he’s dating. I know he has a kid. Stewart and the Hatchling were a paltry display of what my men are capable of. Don’t make the mistake your predecessor did.
“I am not afraid of killing another police commissioner, Brennan.”
Brennan stood up at that. His arm ramrod straight pointing to the door, “Get the hell out! I will not be threatened in my own office!”
***
In Loving Memory:
Mary duPont
Jan 30, 1998-Mar 5, 2033
Loving Mother, Wife, Teacher
Kevin stood at the foot of the grave. He stared at the name. The name of the woman who had birthed him. He remembered that day so well. He remembered the steel of the hunting knife. The glint of the fluorescent light in the kitchen off its blade and the assailant’s fangs. He remembered every detail. “Hi, Mom. I know its been a while. I’ve met someone I really like. I think you would have liked him. I’m…I’m so sorry, Mom.”
The sound of scales on grass preceded the hug from behind. “So here she lies?” Richarde asked, reaching around to wipe the tears from his fiancé’s face. “You miss her still?”
He nodded. “I just felt so helpless in that moment.”
“They got the guy, though, right?”
“Yeah. As I showed Ricky. Commissioner Brennan shot him in the head. He was dead before he hit the floor. That man has saved me more times than I like to count.”
“He’s a good man.”
“That he is.” Kevin said, turning his head and kissing the Naga on his muzzle.
“That’s Marcus’s grave?” Rick asked, looking at the grave with a long dead rose set within the vase set in front of it. Another nod, “That rose for him?” Another nod, “Let’s do this together then.” Richarde finished before lightly placing his hand on his mate’s.
“Ok.” Kevin said almost inaudibly. The Naga guided the man over to Marcus’ grave lain in very close proximity to his mother. He took the brittle dead rose and replaced it with the new one and as soon as he did, the tears started. “Oh Marcus, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry I couldn’t have stopped them.”
“Don’t love. I can sense how long you’ve been beating yourself up over this. It’s not good. Marcus isn’t your fault. Neither is your mother. The fault for their deaths lay at the feet of their killers.”
“I…know. I know that up here,” he pointed to his head, “but it’s a little harder to understand here.” He pointed to his heart, “My two greatest failures.”
“Are not these graves. I’m sure. You were nine when your mother died? A scared little kid. You weren’t even there when Marcus got killed. Your fault, neither of those incidents are. You need me to force that into your head, my love? Cuz I will.”
“No…It’s just…I feel like I failed them, somehow. I know I didn’t, but I feel I did.” The Naga squeezed his human.
“I get it. I sometimes feel the same with my wife. She’s interred here, too. In the wall.”
“Aw, how sweet. The two faggots are sharing a romantic moment together.” A third voice of unknown origin called out.
Richarde’s rattler started up and he hissed involuntarily. He coiled up, placing Kevin within his coils to protect him. “Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, me? Just a shadow. A shadow with teeth!” With the statement three kunai flew through the air at Kevin.
Richarde’s tail came up at just the right moment to take the impact. He let out a feral scream. “You motherfucker! Come out here and fight like a man!”
“Man? Hah. That’s funny coming from a fucking faggot hoser!” Another set of kunai came flying towards Richarde’s head, this time.
He dodged. He handed Kevin his cell. “Call 911.”
“My gun. I have my gun.”
“Give it to me, love.” Kevin did as the Naga bade. Richarde scanned the tree line which surrounded the cemetery. Waiting for any sign of the ninja’s presence.
There was maniacal laughter from the tree line. “You think a gun can stop the Kazegami? You have no hope. Just give up to the inevitable.”
Kevin piped up from the coils and reminded his future husband, “You’re a pit viper. Aren’t you? Can’t you sense his body heat or something?”
“Not at this distance.”
“Damn. Do you remember where we parked?”
“Yes.” The Naga gave Kevin back the gun, before lifting the human up in a bridal carry and slithering off toward the parking lot as quick as his tail could carry him.
Another maniacal bout of laughter and a very chidingly said, “Oh no you don’t!” A trio of kunai impacted the ground in front of Richarde. He stopped. Coiling again, his rattler going insane.
“What the hell do you want with us?”
“Oh? I don’t want anything. My master wants you dead. So dead you shall be.”
Richarde slithered around the kunai and continued toward the car.”
“Oh, you’re brave. Aren’t you!” an insane giggle preceded a gust of wind and there before their eyes was the ninja who was molesting them so passionately standing on the hood of his police cruiser. He stood at a stocky five-four. His eyes were blue. He had white skin. He was human. He was wearing a cowl which covered his face. He had a headband draped on his neck with the Kanji for Kazegami on it. “Too bad, I’m going to have to end you for your stupidity.” He said, twirling a kunai on his finger lackadaisically. Then gripping it tightly he flung the blade at Rick’s chest.
Richarde actually surprised everyone by catching the blade. “Watashi-wa baka janai-yo!” Richarde shouted, “Shade da-ne?” [I’m not an idiot! You’re Shade aren’t you?]
“Oh, so you do know me. Too bad. It means you know my record. I always get the job done.” He chuckled.
Richard regripped the Kunai and flung it back at the ninja. It hit the ninja dead-on. Right in the heart. But instead of the squelch of flesh the thwack of wood resounded throughout the clearing. “Substitution? Fuck. Give me your gun, Kevin. I can sense him now. His tricks won’t work out in the open so easily,” Kevin handed him the gun, “Run.”
“Wait, why are you, the lawyer, telling me, the cop, to run? It’s my job to protect you.”
“Right now your job is to stay safe so your mate doesn’t lose his mind. As for why I’m protecting you, It’s pretty obvious that they’re after you because of the sword. They don’t want it investigated. They’re after me, because I went to the authorities about my sister.” He replied, racking the slide of the S&W 9mm. slithering away once Kevin had run off. He, himself grabbing his back up from a leg holster. “you know I can sense your body heat, you coward. Come out and face me.”
Silence. That was okay by Rick. He had the ninja dead to rights. His body heat radiated from behind an old Herse. “Gotcha.” Rick whispered. He rushed the car. When he rounded the corner, he found a dummy attached to a hot water heater. “Fuck.”
“No thanks. I prefer chicks.” The ninja had him dead to rights. He straddled the trunk of his tail, his kunai’s blade kissing his throat just enough to draw blood. “Any last words?”
At that moment, a loud shot rang throughout the clearing and the pressure on the assailant’s blade lessened. “Yeah, just two: Fuck. You.” Kevin said, dialing the precinct’s number, “Hey, Lieutenant. This is Detective Biel. Shots fired at Saint Marcel’s Cemetery. I have a 10-67 at the scene. I killed Shade, Lieutenant.”
Just then a kunai grazed Kevin’s arm, “I’m not dead yet, you fuck.”
*BANG* the shot of Kevin’s S&W impacted Shade’s skull and shattered it. Grey matter exploded out the back of his skull. “Now you are, prick.”
“Okay. Uh. I don’t even know how to handle this. Richarde just fired my S&W and blew his brains out. How are we going to handle that, Lieutenant?”
“You two are fine. You’ll both be interviewed by IA and they will decide whether to press charges.”
“Understood. You guys coming?”
“Of course. We’ve got three black-and-whites coming alongside CSU. Good job, Detective.”
After he hung up with the Lieutenant, Kevin was engulfed in a massive, squeezing hug by his serpentine lover. “Are you okay, love. He got you in the tail, right.”
“Yeah, nothing vital.”
“Thank god.” Kevin squeezed, “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I would have been dead had you not shown up when you did.”
***
“Elusive assassin, Shade, has been killed in a fight with local lawyer Richarde deVille Lawrence. The lawyer and his lover were attacked while visiting family graves at Saint Marcel Cemetery. The police have revealed Shade’s true identity as Hiroyoshi Yamada. Known to his friends as Yoshi. He was a student at Caulder University. We asked the Department for comment on the relation to the Stewart Garrison case and they stonewalled us. This is going to be a huge blow to the community, James. Yoshi was a beloved member of the community. Seemingly no one knew of his double life.”
“Thanks Sarah, well there you have it, the leader of the infamous Kazegami Ninja Clan a local college student. Just goes to show that not everything is as it seems, right Laura?”
“Very true, Ji—”
Jon turned off the television. The two lovers were cuddling in bed. Jon turned over to face his Naga, “Looks like your dad’s a hero.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if Kevin let dad take all the attention.”
“What you don’t think your dad actually killed that fucker?”
“No.”
“Well he did, Junior.” Kevin said from the door of Junior’s room.
“He did?”
“He did. I thought I had him, but apparently, I’d just grazed his cheekbone. Your father shot my gun at his brain from point blank range. He was dead before he hit the ground.”
“Damn, dad. You’re cooler than I thought.”
Richarde smiled at the compliment. “This ain’t over, guys. I want you to stay safe. We may have killed one of the most significant people in this whole ridiculous plot, but we still have to get Maxim for what he did to your aunt. He’s got a lot to answer for.”
“He does. And believe you me, Ricky. We’ll get these guys.”
“We do.” The teenagers said in unison.
***
When Kevin entered the doors of the precinct he was met with the roar of applause from all of his fellow officers. He blushed at the unnecessary attention. “Thanks, guys. But I really didn’t do much.”
“Oh, but you did. Rather, your mate did.” The lieutenant replied. “He killed one of the most notorious assassins this city has ever known. And to think he was only twenty.”
“Damn shame, that.” Ramirez said, “The kid got mixed up in his own heritage way too early.”
“Yeah. Now to connect this to Maxim.”
“Oh, no need.” A final voice added. Every officer in the room stood and saluted the Commissioner. “At ease, men. The man walked into my office and threatened me. That fucking horse had the balls to threaten me in my own office. And not even an hour later his lapdog attacks my son and his fiancé? Oh yeah, color me suspicious. Especially when we have an image of him raping Richarde’s sister in law. Oh, we have him good.”
“Sounds like it, Commissioner.”
The Commissioner ran over and hugged his adopted son. “I’m just glad that you’re okay.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
They stepped back and cleared their throats. “Thank you, Commissioner.”
“And thank you, Detective. You’ve done this city a great service.”
“I just did my job.”
“Off duty.”
***
Richarde, Kevin, Ricky and Jon sat in the crowd as the Lawyer from Richarde’s old firm looked haggard. He looked like he hadn’t had a lick of sleep. Probably looking for any way he could save his client from the slammer.
The bailiff entered the room and announced, “All rise for the honorable Judge Lang.”
The court room rose. “You can all sit. Today we have final statements and then the verdict.”
The court room sat. The lead Juror rose and spoke, “Your Honor, we’ve already reached our verdict.”
“Well then speak, man.”
“In the case of the State vs. Maxim Guerrero, this Jury finds the defendant guilty on all counts and recommends the maximum sentence.”
“Then I, Judge Victoria Lang, hereby sentence Maxim Guerrero to death by lethal injection.”
“What? None of these charges ask for lethal injection.” Maxim stood and shouted.
“Order. Order in my courtroom, Mr. Guerrero. You know the charges. Substantive Rape. Racketeering. Conspiracy to commit murder. Substantive Murder in the first degree. Attempted Murder of the first degree of an officer of the law. Grand Larson. The manufacture, distribution, and selling of Narcotics. As you are not only a flight risk, Mr. Guerrero, but are also extremely dangerous. This judge suggests you be thankful I didn’t suggest hanging.”
To see the horse so utterly defeated as he sat down brought a smile to Kevin and Richarde’s faces. “I call this case to a close. Bailiff, please escort Mr. Guerrero to a holding cell. His execution will take place at noon tomorrow.”
***
Jon sat on the bed, surprised by how masterful his lover was at oral, considering his different mouth shape. But he used his prehensile tongue to coil around and stroke his member. His lover stroked his own members with both hands as he administered the best tonguing the Jock had ever received.
Ricky smiled. He could feel how close his lover was. He flicked his forked tongue against the human’s balls and that was it. The human groaned and painted the roof of Ricky’s mouth white with his seed. Ricky moaned at the taste. He slurped up the remains of the man’s orgasm and swallowed. Making sure to lift his head and show his gulping to his kinky boyfriend. “So, about our relationship,” Ricky spoke just above a whisper. “I have something that I want to ask you.”
“Hmmm?”
Ricky chuckled at his boyfriend. “Well I want to claim you as my mate. Do you trust me?”
Jon nodded. Ricky smiled at his mate. “Yes, my love. I trust you.”
“Ok. I’m going to bite this time when I climax.”
“I understand, my love.”
Ricky grabbed Jon’s legs. His very muscular legs. He lifted them up, exposing his passage to his leaking spires. “Right or left?”
“Right!”
Ricky grasped his right phallus and aimed it at the human’s rosebud. Gently pressing in. Hearing his lover moan out. He loved making Jon moan out. He eased ever so gently in as inch after spiny inch entered the human’s hole. Soon, Ricky’s slit was pressed against Jon’s ass. He was buried completely inside the warm tunnel for a moment before sliding out almost to the tip. Adjusting his aim, he slammed back in, his spines stimulating Jon’s prostate perfectly as the human cried out in ecstasy. Pulling out again, he slammed in even faster. He started to work up a rhythm. Thrusting and pulling out in quick succession. His thrusts accompanied by animalistic grunts.
“Getting close!” Jon managed between moans, “Do it. Now!” he shouted as he ejaculated. Spears of cum lanced through the air and hit the human on his chin, before painting his chest and abs in slimy love juice.
Thinking for a moment and concentrating on the correct chemicals, Ricky struck. He bit down on Jon’s shoulder. Causing the human to let out a scream. Then it calmed into a satisfied groan as he felt his insides warm with sticky, viscous Naga sperm. The Naga’s left spire made a mess of his ass and his bedsheets, but he didn’t care. He’d finally claimed his human. He had himself a mate for life.