Fallon was startled to find the complete lack of magic surrounding the home she'd followed her target over to. He had no boundaries keeping unwanted guests out. No cameras watching who approached. Nothing at all.
It marked the first witch's house she'd ever visited and found completely unprotected. Was this witch reckless or just plain stupid?
But Fallon wasn't complaining.
Makes my life easier.
She ducked down in front of the door, idly picking the lock.
She'd taken this last hour or so as a chance to examine Seth and learn how he worked. After an hour, she felt she had a pretty decent idea of who he was.
Not a threat. Not in the slightest.
He was narcissistic, arrogant and self-absorbed. He didn't know how to take a situation seriously. Nor did he understand anything of empathy. He was unobservant to a fault and downright reckless. With the lock picked, she pressed her ear to the door, listening for sounds on the other side.
Nothing.
Safe to enter.
Judging by the quiet of the ground floor, Seth was a little busy upstairs with the demoness he'd brought home. Fallon rolled her eyes.
Woefully predictable.
Her latest target had a reputation for thinking through his cock.
She crossed the entryway for the nearest door, pushing it open to the living room. Oh Gods. Not only was the witch tracker a hoarder, but clearly he didn't know how to clean. Crushed energy drink cans lined the carpet, with jumpers and socks strewn haphazardly around. The coffee table was swallowed whole by tea cups, beer glasses and pizza boxes. The only saving grace of the room was the telly. She shut that door all too promptly, scared to investigate the kitchen.
The only thing Seth the tracker was a threat to was environmental health. Spotting an empty backpack by the front door, she grabbed it and lumbered up the stairs.
Loud moaning filled her ears already. She sighed. Fallon couldn't work out who was louder—the tracker or the demoness.
The door to the bedroom was wide open. From this angle, she saw the tracker lying on the bed, the busty demoness riding him cowgirl style. His hands were on her hips, guiding her backwards and forwards as she screamed incoherently.
Did the tracker look... bored?
The Amazon almost snorted.
She wondered if it was worth it. All the emotionless, pointless sex. What was the point if he was going to lay back looking half asleep like he had better things to do?
In the hallway, she inspected her nails.
A pity she'd have to break this shit up.
Alas, she had places to be, people to see and shit to get done.
She banged a fist against the wall, knocking the nearest portrait to the ground to make a ruckus. The demoness startled, but the tracker didn't care to stop. Either he didn't hear or he simply didn't care. He continued his lazy thrusts upwards. But when the demoness stopped bouncing on his lap, he noticed something then.
"You good?"
"I heard a banging," The demoness answered.
Seth shrugged it aside entirely. "It's probably the headboard."
"I think there's someone in your house."
"It'll be Evie. She'll fuck off if we ignore her."
Fallon passed the door, heading for the next door along.
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Moral Compass
Romance"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything." Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a lou...
