Power Mage 5 by Hondo Jinx

Author:Hondo Jinx [Jinx, Hondo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

17

Brawley had a busy morning.

First, he went to Red Haven. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the mysterious woman.

He’d been so damn busy lately he’d barely had time to wonder what she was doing or consider the implications of her being part of the Psionic Underground and their Voice of Freedom efforts.

He didn’t have time to worry about her now. He’d deal with her after they got back from Gatlinburg.

For the next hour, he rode Hazel’s renders. She had prepared a complete tour of the FPI facility by delving dozens of perspectives. Through their eyes, he studied every inch of the Chop Shop, stalking its grounds and twisting through all three floors like a cloud of poisonous gas.

With each twist and turn, accompanying information unbundled in his mind, facts bursting like seed pods, giving rapid rise to a sturdy forest of deep understanding.

By the time he was finished, he could have navigated the place on his own. Without a map. Walking backwards. And wearing a damn blindfold.

Amazing.

Planning followed naturally. He saw what they needed to do. And had a good idea of how to go about it.

Mostly.

One way or the other, they would leave shortly after the wedding. He had the whole trip to double-check his math and fine tune the details.

He teleported back to the ranch and called Jamaal.

The Key West hit had worked like a charm. The fuggle PD remained clueless. The Order was too busy to dedicate resources. And Valdez had launched an immediate counterstrike, killing another of the Coronado brothers.

News of the gang war carpet bombed the Latticework, fueling the all-important fire.

Tammy and the kids woke early, and the girls whisked them off to the main ranch, where Hazel would watch Ty and Hannah, and the girls would fuss over Tammy.

His wives were all wound up, drunk on matrimonial foolishness, and wouldn’t even let him see Tammy as she slipped from the house.

Women, he thought, glad to have some time alone. He needed to gather his thoughts and his gear.

But when he headed back to start grabbing ammo, a triumphant voice shouted “Ha!” and a tiny figure pounced from the shadows.

Brawley peeled the giggling cat girl off his shoulders and threw her onto the couch.

Stark naked and still laughing, the skinny little cat girl grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled her knees up, opening her pink and glistening sex wide.

“You said you would fuck me,” she said.

“You broken little nymph,” Brawley laughed. “I don’t have time for games.”

“You promised,” Callie said. Her big amber eyes pleaded. One tiny hand dropped between her legs and set to schlick-schlick-schlicking.

Brawley nodded. “A promise is a promise.”

He didn’t even bother undressing, just whipped his zipper down, pulled out his shooting iron, and went to town, hard and fast, no games, no side quests. He smashed her pussy like some halfwit caveman, pounding her through half a dozen orgasms before he pumped her little womb full of hot seed.

He stood over the shattered little Beastie, who moaned, transfixed in the afterglow, leaking a puddle of their mixed juices.

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