The familiar row of blinding, beckoning neon lights searing his periphery as he drove through the hollow, nightfallen streets brought back memories of a journey Marco shouldn't have made in the first place.

This was near the Honeypot. Not necessarily where it all started, but where it all went downhill. Where reality blurred and things stopped making sense.

Still, Marco was confident he wouldn't make the same mistake.

He turned into the parking lot of the Lucky Wing. It was a rather normal apartment complex with a sign near its entrance depicting a cartoonish smiling crow raising its wing as if to say "welcome to this humble, family friendly abode of sin and debauchery."

As he got out of his car, he noticed a couple got out of theirs not too far away. A rather chubby, emo looking girl in a mini skirt designed to let her thick ass free and torn fishnets with her doughy leg flesh bulging through. She had an arm around a taller man who couldn't resist burying his fingers in her plump cheeks and couldn't wait to get his money's worth. Because with a getup like that, it was obvious their relationship would only last as long as the cash in the man's pockets.

Yup, Marco thought. Typical of this part of Echo Creek. He should've known some sick joke played by the universe would send him back here. In reality, Marco had every opportunity to drive back home, but his bullheadedness pushed him further towards his destination.

After stepping through samey, maze-like hallways and a few flights of stairs, Marco reached the 3rd floor. Then after asking directions from a Spanish-only cleaning lady who not so subtly flirted with him, he made it to his destination.

Room 8.

Marco raised his fist to knock. He took a very long drag of breath before his knuckles tapped to the lyrics in an iconic bridge of a classic song.

As soon as he finished the knock, Marco's heart went faster than the guitars following that set of lyrics. He stood there stone-faced but ground his teeth almost loud enough for it to drown out the world around it. He hoped the lady had some drinking water inside because his lips were drier than a desert.

Marco froze when he heard muffled footsteps on the other side of the door, immediately followed by the unlatching of the lock. The door slowly creaked open and Marco wasn't sure what to make of it.

He was greeted by a figure in a purple cloak and matching hood who was tall enough to reach his chest. Her face was half obscured by a black, birdlike mask that reminded him of what he used once for a Day of the Dead celebration.

"Uh. Night Raven?"

"Enter." She spoke in a raspy whisper, like one of those witches you'd see in fantasy movies.

Marco did as told and quickly realized Brantley wasn't kidding about the witchy voodoo stuff. There were decorations like bats, skulls, and lanterns hanging from the dull beige ceiling, obviously bought from some novelty Halloween shop. Pentagrams and other runes painted in red popped out from the beige walls, shelves with what looked like potions (which could just be some water with certain mixes of food coloring and glow stick fluid), jars with eyes, brains, hearts, and more skulls, and of course, actual voodoo dolls.

That was all in the living room. From there, Marco was led down a small hallway past a couple other rooms and a large closet into a room at the far end. It was very spacious, with a queen sized bed against the wall and a massage table facing it vertically. At the other end of the massage table was a tall glass cabinet full of glass bottles with some fancy labels. The cabinet was also flanked by shorter shelves with bottles but the sets on the shelves were a mix of glass and plastic. Probably the "kooky lotions and oils'' Brantley mentioned.

"Your palm." NR held out a slender hand.

"My palm?" Marco repeated.

"Yes. I wish to do a reading before we begin."

Marco shrugged. Even though he never believed that fortune teller or psychic BS, he obliged anyways. As she took his palm, she ran a pointed finger across every line on his palm, huh-ing and hmm-ing every few seconds.

"You experienced crippling heartbreak some time ago, haven't you?"

Oh here we go. Marco knew about these tricks. These so-called "psychics" always made these vague statements that anyone could relate to. And of course, those who came in believing it fully would marvel at how the "psychic" could figure out such a common occurrence .

"I wouldn't call it crippling, but sure. You could say that."

"And it happened...maybe two. Three years ago?"

"Uh yeah. Three." A shot in the dark that happened to hit. That was usually the next stage in a psychic's "readings". Throwing vague followup questions at a wall to see what would stick.

"I see…" Night Raven paused. "A woman. Short. Curvy in all the places that mattered. Hair and personality like a wildfire and a razor sharp tongue to match. Easy to ignite. Hard to contain."

"Uh...huh." Marco stiffened uncomfortable. That was too close, even for a "psychic".

"Saw something you wished you never did. Made it a point not to never it again even if it means denying yourself companionship for the rest of your life."

"Okay." Marco snatched his hand away with enough force to make the smaller woman stumble forward. "I dunno how you're doing that, but I don't wanna hear any more. I didn't come here to get a vague recap by some fake psychic."

"Right. Of course not." NR chuckled darkly. "You came here to forget about all that and more."

"Yyyeah."

"And I can make that happen."

Marco pressed X to Doubt. "What, you got some magic potion that would instantly make me forget about my crappy love life?"

NR chuckled again, longer that time.

"I could. By giving you a night so unforgettable, you wouldn't even remember what you wanted to forget."

A bold claim, Marco thought. He wasn't sure how well she could back it up, but he was definitely curious to see how. If she could make an uncomfortably accurate reading she did moments ago, perhaps her words rung true.

"Okay." Marco said, feeling as sure as he's ever been in a long time.

"Good." NR shuffled to a nearby drawer, pulling out a large white towel. She tossed it to Marco.

"Take off your clothes and wrap that around your waist."

"Uhhh." Marco looked to the towel in his hand then back to NR. "Like, right here and now or…?"

"Heh. You may do it here. Or outside of the room. Doesn't matter to me. Second door on your left in the hallway is the bathroom. Perhaps you may need to use it before we begin."

"Uh, sure." Marco said, before leaving the room and finding the door she spoke of.

Compared to the rest of the apartment the bathroom was the most normal looking part. Usual sterile white tiled walls, floor, and ceiling with all the usual bathroom fixings.

He took off all his clothes like NR requested and wrapped the towel around his naked waist. Before stepping out, Marco looked himself over in the mirror.

Still the rugged, lightly shaven man he's known for several years now. He couldn't read what he saw in his own eyes. Too many feelings and thoughts and memories to get a gauge on how things really were.

One thing for sure though. He needed this. A lot.

He pushed the door open back into the hallway and back through the door into the large room. Raven still stood at the same spot in front of the bed and massage table.

She shuffled towards Marco, before her slender arm handed him something else. A long, flat piece of thin black cloth.

"What's this?"

"Blindfold." NR simply answered.

"Uh, not sure if I wanna be blind during this."

The woman waved a reassuring hand. "Relax. It enhances the experience, I promise. But first, please sit."

She tapped a hand on the massage table to direct Marco.

"Uh, okay?"

He approached the table, the cloth kept in both hands as he sat down. Marco was about to put it on when NR stopped him.

"Wait. Before you put it on."

There was a faint click and suddenly NR's entire cloak fell to the ground save for the hood. Marco's eyes widened at the sight of her naked body suddenly being presented before him.

Her complexion was a milky smooth tan brown. Her figure was lean, but her hips were of a moderate, yet substantial size that could definitely still play the part of handles if need be. Chocolate brown nipples pointed forward from moderate, yet still perky and hand-filling breasts which jiggled from the slightest movements.

She turned around, letting Marco see her smooth back and her small, yet round ass. She bent over, spreading her ass cheeks so her client could see the goods. A tight puckering, winking ass and a pussy that yawned and drooled with desire.

"Remember it well. Burn it all into your head." NR said without turning around. "You may not see this again for awhile once you put on the blindfold."

Marco licked his lips, not just out of lusty desire but because they became drier than before.

Once she turned back around to face Marco, NR seemed to look lower. He could scarcely make out a smile from beneath her bird mask.

"Seems you like what you see." She giggled, pointing out the slight rise in Marco's towel. "That's good. Makes the rest of the night that much more interesting. Please." She gestured to the massage table. "Put on the blindfold. Lay on your stomach."

Marco did as told, wrapping the cloth around his head and laying flat on his stomach with the side of his head resting on his folded forearms. He was still wary about his vision being obscured, but he was glad he trained himself years ago to defend himself without it should anything happen.

There was the sound of clinking glass and the dull thump of plastic bottles behind him. Then he heard the turning of a lid and a pop of a cork.

Marco felt her presence close to his right. There came the sound of swishing liquid before something cold and viscous formed a small pile on his back. A palm clapped on his back, before making wide circles that spread it all around.

"I'm applying a special gel made of snail goo, mint, and honeydew." NR explained as her other hand joined in. Marco shivered slightly then stiffened as his back started to feel cold all over.

"This is meant to relax your skin and muscles." She said. "Don't worry, your body will get used to it and it will become warmer very shortly."

"Mmm." Marco was feeling the warming and softening effects already. His back started to feel less solid and more pliable. Even his spine felt less stiff than before. He felt like an invisible blanket covered his body. His wariness from earlier slowly faded as relaxation took its place.

Small hands and fingers started to dig into his flesh, getting into whatever nook and cranny they could find. Marco began feeling like the tightest knot ever tied being unraveled as NR seemed to find spots he never realized were sore. Every so often he felt sensual caresses in between her palms and wrists applying pressure to certain spots.

"You have an amazing body. You obviously eat well, exercise often and practice very good hygiene." NR complimented. "Better than most of my clients."

"Thank you? I guess?"

"But you hold yourself back."

"What do you mean?"

Marco didn't like the sound of her following giggle. "You'll see. Now you may feel some discomfort in a sec, but bear with me."

If Marco didn't already feel so relaxed, he probably would've jumped right off the table right then and there. He felt what was akin to a bolt of lightning near the base of his spine. A pointed finger dug deeply into that spot. Marco recognized the feeling and the technique.

"P-pressure point…" He grunted.

"Indeed." NR confirmed.

Despite it being his main Martial Art, Karate wasn't the only one Marco studied and practiced. He learned disciplines across the spectrum like Kung Fu, Muay Thai, Judo, as well as some obscure Chinese martial arts that utilized pressure points. He knew enough that certain combinations of pressure points would affect the human body in a myriad of ways. Whether for better or worse. The one that NR just hit basically exposed the rest of the pressure points on his back.

"I really, really hope you know what you're doing." Marco groaned, futilely trying to turn to her despite being blindfolded. "You could kill me."

"If I wanted to, yeah." NR giggled. "But I won't, of course. I need your business after all. That is, unless you decide to cross a line."

"So you learned pressure points as a precaution against your more unruly customers."

"That and I got a Glock in the room." She added. "Don't worry, I haven't used it… in a while."

While NR laughed again, Marco gulped.

The massage continued with the hooded woman plunging her fingers where there were pressure points. Every time, there was some brief pain initially before it passed. His body felt unclogged and loosened in places he never considered. He felt like a branching river smoothly flowing with clear, unpolluted water.

"There." NR said, with a tone of finality. "Sit up, please."

Marco did so and he was amazed at how quick and smooth he rose. Even with a full eight hours of sleep, he could never get up out of bed so quick and easy before. On top of that, his body felt like half his actual weight, maybe less. He felt more limber, being able to bend his arms directly behind his back. Before, he couldn't even do that despite how often he stretched every day.

"Whoa." Marco said, astounded by the results. "I'm not sure what to say but… thanks! I feel incredible. Like a new man!"

Marco reached for his blindfold before NR grabbed his wrist.

"Not yet." She said. "We're not done."

"Oh? We're not?"

"No. There's a reason we're both naked, y'know."

"Oh, right."

"Now then. Take your towel off and lay on the bed."

"S-sure."

He stood up as asked, unfolding his towel and letting it drop to his ankles.

"God. Damn." Marco barely caught NR whisper.

"Uh, what?"

"N-nothing." NR awkwardly cleared her throat. A bit of nervousness seeped into her tone. "You just… nevermind. On the bed please. On your uh. Your back."

It wasn't hard to remember where the bed was. Marco walked to his left, felt his knee hit the mattress and he fell onto it backfirst. The mattress bounced beneath his weight before quickly adjusting. The bed was extremely plush and almost seemed to mold to his form. Kinda like one of those at a Five Star hotel.

Marco once again heard the collision of bottles some short distance in front of him. Shortly after, he felt another body on the bed along with something much lighter right next to him. And before he knew it, NR sat atop his washboard stomach.

"Bear with me." She said again, not giving Marco any good thoughts on what would happen next. "I need you to open your mouth wide. Stick your tongue out. Like you're making an ahegao face."

"A what now?"

"Just...stick your tongue out."

Marco's mouth gaped wide and his tongue lolled out when a pair of hands clasped his cheeks. He knew what was coming when he felt NR lowering her upper body towards him. When their mouths collided, Marco almost choked when something warm, sweet, and syrupy engulfed his tongue. He squirmed, but didn't try to resist or even throw her off despite her giving him no choice but to swallow whatever it was.

When they finally parted, sticky strands momentarily tethered their lips together before NR sat back up again.

"What. What the heck did you just give me?" Marco asked, panting.

"I fed you an aphrodisiac made with wasp's honey, a drop of oyster oil, bee pheromones, honeydew, and frog's eye." She explained. "It needed to be transferred orally for the full effect."

Marco suddenly felt his body heat up and sweat like he was at a sauna. His breathing had become quick and labored. Most pressing of all was the even more intense heat and pressure building in his loins. He felt his dick stand tall and get so hard it hurt. An agonizing need to cum took over Marco's mind despite not even being touched down there yet.

He felt a pointed finger stab into each of his biceps. Suddenly his arms were locked in place, unable to move. Unable to resist.

"M-my arms… my body! Everything's all burning and weird! What did you do to me!?" Marco grit his teeth hard to endure his predicament.

"Listen very carefully." Raven spoke seriously for a moment. "That arousal and need to cum? Whatever happens, I need you to resist it. Fight it."

"The Hell are you talking about-"

"You know about Quaaludes right?"

"That… those sleeping drugs that were banned in the 80s? What about em?"

NR sensually rubbed Marco's chest as she explained. "Just like how you gotta resist the urge to sleep for 15 minutes for a mindblowing high, for this you have to resist the need to cum for 10 minutes for… unforgettable results."

"A-and my arms?"

"A precaution."

One slight touch of his dick sent Marco into a fit. His loins felt like they were lit aflame as NR gently swiped a finger from the head of his dick to the base. She did that several times, like testing the waters. She then wrapped the rest of her fingers around his thick cock, making painfully slow, lengthy strokes up and down his shaft, compelling Marco to buck into her hand like an angry bull.

After a few painful minutes, NR finally released her grip. The light weight next to Marco lifted off the bed, followed by NR herself being lifted off his body. He heard another lid snap open, though Marco didn't immediately feel anything poured onto him.

The Raven lowered herself onto him, back to a straddling position. However, he felt her lower body on his chest with her legs spread under his arms. Then he felt her breasts squished against his stomach. He noticed her body was simultaneously sticky and oily and smelled of something sweet and tropical, like a pina colada. She rubbed herself against him, spreading whatever coated her body all over his skin.

"Relax, this is just regular massage oil." The Raven assured. "Coconut based with the scent of pineapple and banana."

"Yeah… smells nice." Marco said, still fighting the buzzing, bubbling feeling in his crotch.

NR's breasts began rising up Marco's torso, till he could tell that her knees were on either side of his head and a familiar heat and odor wafted over his face. There were a few thick drops that fell on his cheek and Marco was sure they weren't from the massage oil.

The urge to grab the woman above him and eat her out matched the immense need to cum. He didn't know how much time had passed by then but if he had to endure for another minute more, he was sure to go insane.

Marco didn't know if he should feel relieved or disappointed that she started crawling back down his body, straddling his stomach once again.

"Almost there. Just a couple more minutes." The masseuse said. "Let's see how well you can hold out while I do this."

A pair of soft, moist lips closed around the head of Marco's cock. Then they immediately climbed down his shaft before soon enough her lips puckered around the base of his cock.

"Ah-ahh!"

Marco bucked his hips again, the sudden explosion of pleasure from the sheer tightness and heat of Night Raven's throat too much to take at once. Usually girls would ease into it before trying to suck Marco off. A few licks and kisses first, then it's a matter of how much they could take before gagging. But not this one. Not only was there no sort of prep, but she went straight for it and took all ten inches down her gullet. Marco hadn't met a girl who could do that since…

He couldn't even get any words out. His mind and dick melted at such a bold, yet enthralling blowjob. Although he found enough wits about him to marvel at her oral dexterity.

"God how can you even- almost every girl could never- ha-haa shit!"

Marco was breaking down hard. He's been through the roughest endurance tests, both physically and mentally, for his martial arts training, but this was a level beyond him. Chaos exploded all over his body. If he wasn't blindfolded, he'd probably see stars or even an entire galaxy. He thought he was going to be pushed right off the edge the moment he felt his balls being rubbed between her fingers.

Marco gasped and panted for air like he'd been submerged underwater for too long when The Raven finally released herself from him. His cock bounced back and forth wetly as it felt cool air.

"There." NR said. "How ya feeling?"

Marco was about to protest when he realized the extreme heat he felt and the agonizing need to orgasm had long passed, replaced with more energy and stamina than he'd ever felt in his life. He felt another hard poke of his biceps before he managed to gain back control of his arms.

"Huh. Pretty… amazing! Yeah, like I'm ready to go for a marathon!"

"That's good."

"Are these the unforgettable results you were talking about?"

"Mmm, not exactly. Ya see…"

NR grabbed Marco by the shaft once again, reminding him that he was still very much erect.

NR jumped off Marco's body and there was a slight bounce on the bed, followed by the familiar feeling of hot, wet flesh rubbing along the head of his dick. A pair of palms laid flat on Marco's chest.

"...the real fun's just begun." NR said, her voice lowered to seductive levels.

"Well then..." With a smile, Marco laid his hands on NR's hips. Confidence bolstered by the renewed vigor brought to his body.

"...we got all night, don't we?"

NR giggled. "That we do."

The heat and tightness around his cock grew gradually as the Raven inched her way down his length. Unlike her blowjob from earlier, she took her time. But much like her blowjob, she managed to take him all the way to the hilt. She lingered briefly, letting their bodies get used to each other.

"I'm gonna start moving okay?" NR said. Marco responded with a nod.

Marco groaned and threw his head back, the feel of NR's pussy was unlike anything he ever felt. Or rather it felt like any other except magnified in multitudes. Every rise and fall felt like multiple pussies tightened and stroked him one after the other.

"How's that pussy?" NR asked, breathlessly as she rode her client with hunger and urgency.

"It feels… fffuck..." Marco struggled speaking between breaths as he matched his partner's speed and rhythm.

"Heh. That aphrodisiac worked like a charm didn't it, Marco?"

Even in the throes of pleasure, Marco had enough wits about him to notice something strange.

"W-wait, I never told you my name. How did you know?"

The Raven said nothing at first. She kept riding him, her pace remaining the same.

"Ah well," She spoke between shortened breaths. "ya got a reputation for being a badass Karate Master. Lotta people know about Marco 'Dragon Fist' Diaz."

"O-oh really?"

"Yup. And besides."

Marco felt his partner lay on top of him, her chest against his while their hips never stopped moving. Hot, husky air slithered into his ear as Night Raven whispered something that made Marco absolutely certain she wasn't a psychic.

"You make some damn good Birria Quesa."