The best of friends (Nana, Chai and Razgris)

The waves, they were very soothing. When she woke up, an hour before sunrise, Shan can barely remember that less than twelve hours ago, she and her two partners had been out in India, hunting a creature that had walked the world since before man discovered words. Now the creature is gone, and their client can be assured that their government regime will no longer be controlled by an immortal puppet-master hell-bent on using humans as cattle for his slumbering god, more importantly, now they can take the money and go on a well deserved vacation.

It wasn't much, really, not for her. 3 Million Rupees may sound like a lot, but split it three ways, convert the total to dollars, and there are people with 9 to 5 jobs making more money than the trio. No, this isn't for the money. It has never been for the money.

Shan found herself unable to return to sleep once the sun began to peek out across the horizon. It was fine, she wanted to see the Sunrise anyways, it's why she chose this villa for this vacation instead of the highrise suite her husband owned in Mumbai, that, and there's less chance of him hearing about her adultery out here in their ocean villa. Bless her husband, he was a fine man, succesful, powerful, and not at all unatractive, but he was a human, he had a human's cock. That just doesn't do it for Shan, it took her three years before she realized just how her partner (The one still sound asleep) had ruined her for other men.

'damn you and your monster cock'

She took a quick shower, not bothering with her usual regiment of skincare products. She was on vacation, it was fine, one day without her whole leaves aloe vera and chamomile extract won't turn her into hideous old crone, not for another two decades at least, but the women of her ethnicity are notoriously slow aging, so maybe she'd be fuckable well into her fifties.

The wind greeted her bare legs as she stepped out onto the terrace, clad in nothing but a thin robe and a lace underwear. The fabric hug her feminine form snugly, causing her to shudder as the silk brushed against her breast. She didn't dress up, there was no point. The trio came to the villa for sex, they're going to spend most of the weekend naked and well-fucked, so really, why dress up?

Slowly, she sat down on a chair, staring out onto the sea and letting herself enjoy the serenity of it all. This was the part of her life she cherished most, the one she shares only with those she held closest to her heart.

The sea breeze made her reddish hair flutter, and carried with it a nostalgic scent of salt, something that reminded her of her childhood in Kowloon, across the water from that gleaming city of Hong Kong.

'Wake up you fools' she thought to herself 'I don't want to enjoy this alone

Jarlan Reinhardt, first assumed name Jared, currently lay slumbering as heavy snores buzzed from him next to the other female of the team. Fighting that demonic beast was no easy feat, quite frankly one of their most difficult assignments yet; but then, it had given him something their earlier hunts had not been able to accomplish. A challenge, an excuse to exert every last ounce of strength he possessed. And even with that much, he had taken serious damage; only with the help of his two female companions did they manage to fell the creature. And as it stood, it was unlikely he would wake any time soon.

And with him as he was - a seven-foot-tall pillar of muscle, a squared jaw covered in a bushy black beard and a head of mussed black hair - it didn't seem like much could even faze him. And while it was true to an extent, he wasn't completely untouchable; the armor he had worn - largely used as a means to contain his power - as well as the weapons he used lay scattered across the room. With the slime and the wounds from their battle, he didn't particularly care about where he put his armaments; it only took a quick shower so that he didn't sully her bed with the creature's fluids and some quick bandage work before he crashed into slumber with his team-mates.

Scars, once deep and grievous-looking wounds only hours earlier, decorated his figure; being a half-demon had its perks, especially when the mother responsible for his creation was an exceptionally powerful Succubus and his father having been a warrior physically competent enough to monopolize her affections. Something that had earned him more than a few sleepless nights, both with Shan and her friend. He didn't know the redhead's husband personally, but even if he did, it was doubtful it would have dissuaded him from indulging in that delicious figure of hers.

And for these reasons alone, he was incredibly thankful that they came here to this villa: The isolation and quiet serenity meant a true chance to relax, even with the meager payout they'd been given. But with his gifts, money became a non-issue; besides, the potential reward he was about to receive for their succeeding in their mission would be worth more to him than any sum of money could ever provide.