Maykov rushed through the halls toward the Prime Minister's office. He was not one that a person kept waiting.
She pushed and shoved people out of her way as she ran. Complaints and yells were sounded, but she ignored them and kept running. When she finally reached the office, she burst through the door. The secretary looked up and gave a scowl, but didn't say a word. She knew who Maykov was and knew there wasn't time for reprimand. Maykov slowed her pace as she reached the inner door to the Prime Minister.
She stopped just short of it and straightened her uniform and smoothed back her hair. With a loud rap, she knocked on the door. A voice within bid her entry and slowly she walked in.
The form the Prime Minister took was of no shock for her. He stood with his back to the door, tall with elegant, long curving horns and equally impressive wings.
Chernoff only took on a human form when it was required to do so. He allowed those who gave their most trusted loyalty to see him as he truly is. Maltaus was one of the ruling classes of demons, an Ifrit. Ifrits are thought as folklore in many cultures along with demons. Unlike lesser demons evolving into greater demons, Ifrits are more "noble" class, born as one.
"You summoned me master," Maykov stated. You are slow with my summoning. "I am truly sorry my lord, I beg your forgiveness." Dispense with the pleasantries, I have raised you above that my most trusted servant. I have a task for you, one that you may find pleasure in if you desire.
"Ask master and I shall carry it out." Agent Spencer Reeds is more resourceful than expected. He is stronger than most humans, but still insignificant next to the Council. You are to gain his trust and lead him along in his mission.
"What do we hope to gain from him?" Confusion wrinkling her face, "What do we hope to gain from him that we don't already have?" Anger flared Maltaus' eyes. He cast it away before using that anger hastily. Maykov was the only human that showed such devotion to him and humans like her were so hard to find. I have taken an interest in him.
Suffering, hate, anger, all of which will lead him into despair. I will then turn him to our cause. He will take the opportunity and serve me as a valuable asset.
"What if he doesn't my lord?" She dared to ask. If he doesn't, then he will suffer an unimaginable death, marked with pain and regret. When the Council rules the humans, a leader will need to take the Councils place. "Will that be wise master?" Only if I have the warriors I need to defeat my enemies in the Council.
That is why my child I need him and that is why you will do anything to gain his trust. "He already distrusts me, I can see that much. The raid on the Rasputin and attack on the bus will surely lead him to believe I had something to do with it.
What can I do that will change any of that?" Use your feminine charm and appeal to his desires. A frown creased her face at the thoughts of things she'd have to do to accomplish the task.
A new thought flashed across her mind and brought a smile on her face. "I have a desire that needs to be met," she said coolly.
A smile formed on Maltaus as he transformed back into the form of Chernoff. He pushed a button on the intercom on his desk. "Have my appointments for the day cancelled." Chernoff walked over to her and he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. He leaned forward and kissed her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and twined it with hers. She clung to him. He lifted her up and set her on the edge of her desk. Then he reached his hand under her skirt. He brushed his fingertips over her silk-covered pussy, reveling in the dampness he felt.
He eased her jacket off her shoulders and unbuttoned her shirt. He reached for the front opening clasp of her bra. Her firm tits fell out, the nipples hard and erect. He kept one hand on her pussy and began sucking her nipples. She moaned and began tugging at the waistband of his pants.
Soon, she had him down to his boxers and with a low growl, he bit her nipple and ripped off her panties, and then thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy. He withdrew his fingers and licked the juices off his fingers.
Jennifer got off the desk and pulled off his boxers down to his ankles. She took his hard, pulsating cock in her hand and then she took it deeply in her mouth. Chernoff groaned deep in his throat, grabbing her by the hair and pushing her face into his groin. After several minutes she stood up and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She spread her legs and smiled at him. "Come on," she cooed.
He stepped between her legs and thrust his cock into her waiting pussy. Jennifer moaned aloud, and then leaned back against the desk as he began pumping his hips into hers. He put his hands on her hips and ground them into his.
He pumped his dick into her harder and faster. She was meeting him thrust for thrust.
Jennifer came and came again. She was having multiple orgasms. Pumping his hips into hers like a madman, he blew his nut into Jennifer's tight cunt just as she came again. Then he collapsed against her, both of them sweating, on the desk.