Time Jacker, Aaron Crash [most important books of all time txt] 📗

still, something about a naked woman made their features interesting rather than ugly. Each woman shone with beauty in her own way.

His eyes went down to a huge variety of breasts, from pert tits with upturned nipples to big saggy jugs to women with only just nipples. Which brought up the subject of nipples. Big wide pools of pink flesh, puffy areolas, inverted nipples, tiny nipples, big nipples, all kinds. And then the myriad of pussies. You had your shaved snatches, your wizard sleeves, your sleek, tucked-in lips, or your big clits peeking out from between smooth thighs. Asses were dimpled, saggy, flat, rounded, slightly spread, or closed up tight. Then there were the hips and the legs, all kinds, though these women were obviously athletes, so even the chubbier ones still had the hint of muscle.

Jack got hard. End of story. He was suddenly overcome by how natural they looked, how wonderful, and damn it all to hell, sometimes being a man who loved looking at women was the best fucking thing in the world.

After the initial shock of seeing a dozen lovely women in the shower, he saw his quarry. Standing near a tall brunette with a big ass was the lady in the red. Her inky hair sparkled with moisture. Her makeup was also a little smeary, and her dress had gotten wet and stuck to her skin. Big nipples stood on her chest, poking through her dress. At first, she was just a woman in a dress and black come-fuck-me heels in the shower. Then Jack noticed the horns, sharp and black, rising from her forehead. Then he saw the tail—there must’ve been a slit in the back of that dress because she had an arrow-headed tail. Had it been a spike before? He thought so. Maybe it was customizable.

She wasn’t human, this lady in red. She looked like the devil herself.

She grinned. Her canines were long and pointed. “And here the mystery man is. I thought you might be too much of a prude to follow me in here. Normally, I’d know if you were a perv or a prude, but not you, mystery man. Can’t read you.” She stretched, showing off her tits and hips and ass, right there. When her hands came down, she cupped her tits, then pinched her nipples. “Fuck, I love having a body. With the Tempus Influunt stopped, I can really feel it respond. You know what you’re doing is fucking evil and dangerous, right?”

“And what am I doing?” he asked.

The demon seductress put both her hands on the chunky ass of the woman in front of her. “This is Elaine. She thinks her ass is too big. She can’t really see it, but she thinks it’s too dimpled, a little dumpy, but she likes to wash it. You spend a little too much time washing your ass, Elaine. She gets off on it. If she wasn’t so dreadfully human, she’d have far fewer issues with her ass.”

The demon blinked her eyes—one ice blue, one burning red—at Jack. “Do you like big, chunky asses, mystery man?”

Jack laughed. “You didn’t answer my question. I’m not going to answer yours.”

The woman in red sighed. “Stopping time. It’s dangerous. And illegal. In so many ways. And you’re going to get fucked here at some point. Until then, I’m going to enjoy it. I fucking love a good crime.”

“Because you’re a demon?” He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, but he didn’t really expect her to answer.

“Because you like big chunky asses?” She smiled. She turned to another woman, with darker skin and thinner hips, but a cute butt, wet with droplets. The lady in red wiped some of the water off and then licked her fingers. “This is Angelica. She likes to get rough with guys. She likes to slap them right before she comes. Oh, Angelica, you are a dominant bitch, aren’t you? I’d let you slap me. But look at this ass? Now I don’t care who you fucking are, but this is a perfect ass.”

The lady in red pulled apart the woman’s ass cheeks to show the treasures underneath.

Jack frowned. “When I touch people, time starts again. Why do you get to do it?”

“Our little question game is fun, mystery man, but I want the answer on the kind of asses you like. Or are you a tit man?”

That was too good of a setup. Jack smiled. “I love tits, but I must be an ass man. My friends are always saying, ‘You’re an ass, man.’”

That made the lady in red roll her eyes. Both colors.

“Fine. Yes. I like women’s asses,” Jack said. “Big ones, small ones, I’m in for them all. I’m basically just happy to be fucking when I do get a piece.”

“Desperate?” She let go of Angelica’s butt. “You’re not going to answer that, and you don’t need to. So you like women. Good. I like women too. If I get a horny woman, I can eat for days, because women burn slow. Men get hard, fuck, and come. Yeah, I get a little snack, but it’s not like with women.”

“So you’re a succubus?”

“Suck the best!” the lady in red cackled. She crossed to a thin blond woman and caressed her breast. “This is Hayley. She’s an exhibitionist. Her fantasies are mostly of faceless men watching her undress. Sometimes, though, she likes to fantasize about older women watching. She has these delicious thoughts, this wonderful lust, and I get to eat it up. I don’t eat the Kairos. That’s what the Fugs do.”

Jack put it together. “So you can touch them because you’re eating their lust?”

That made the lady in red laugh. “No, I can touch them because I’m an infernal demon of the infinite abyss. But all this talking is stupid. I want to fuck one of them. I think I want this one.” She hurried forward.

The talking certainly wasn’t stupid for Jack, but he wasn’t going to admit that. “So do infernal demons