Insatiable - Chapter 3 - Grim Tidings - Sex Stories

Insatiable - Chapter 3 - Grim Tidings

... for a man in his early seventies, but half a head of white hair and the veiny wrinkles below the eyes gave his age away. The thin priest wore the traditional black top, pants and shoes of his order, along with the signature white collar. His brown eyes sparkled with warmth and a quick-wittedness that belied his age.

Enjami resurfaced from the desk holding a printout. He strode to Viktor and handed him the flyer he'd downloaded and printed from the web.

“The Scarlet Sanctum” Viktor read from it. “Tumwater, Washington. A biter sex club, huh? Those are always fun. To raid, I mean.”

“Not so much for Reynauld, apparently.”

“You sent him to do this with a rookie?” Viktor asked incredulously before tossing it on the table.

“You know how things are. Never enough agents. We're starved for resources. The church's numbers dwindle along with its coffers. This war is not going well.”

“Pffft, war!” Viktor took a long drink from his mug before setting it back down. “If there's still a war going on it's a cold one. And it's going to end the same way for us as it did for the Russkies. Total collapse, eventually.”

“It's true, the Chosen have grown smarter under their new leadership. Their tactics have evolved. They're blending in better than they ever have. Sticking to the shadows and waiting us out.”

“Right. There's no hot war anymore. That's why I retired.”

“And how's that going for you?” Father Enjami asked with a knowing smile.

“Great!” Viktor exclaimed with a ...

... shrug and an unconvincing smirk. “I watch sports. I play cards. I visit family here and there. Been down to Pismo a few times...”

“Don't act like you don't miss it.”

“Miss what? Almost getting killed or turned into a monster? Getting paid peanuts while the church denies my work even exists? Nah, can't say I miss that too much.”

Father Enjami settled into the chair on the other side of the coffee table. A twinkle entered his eyes as his gaze settled on the hunter across from him. “You're not fooling anyone, Viktor. I can see you've stayed in shape. The clothes you're wearing are no tourist's. Why go to the trouble if you're not prepared to head back into the field?”

“I came prepared because an old friend asked me to, but I'm still waiting to hear a good reason why I should.”

“Is an old friend asking not a good enough reason?”

The hunter sighed and leaned back into the sofa.

“Viktor, please... I need to know what happened to them. If it was an operation too big for Reynauld to take down, then-”

“There's someone pretty powerful, there” Viktor finished his sentence.

Enjami pointed at the flyer on the table. “The owner of this establishment, Ms. Ruthven, is almost definitely a matriarch. Possibly an ancient.”

“An ancient, huh?”

Sparks of anticipation lit up Viktor's eyes. An old fire was rekindled in the deepest part of his psyche. The siren song of a worthy foe called out to him. He studied the advertisement for the fetish den of sex and sin with ...