THE SECRETS OF CELESTIAN BEYOND THE VEIL

Meanwhile, At the League of Enders' hidden base, deep beneath Celestian, Tatana Wolfect paced the command center. Elar and his team stood before her, heads bowed in shame.

"So, you let her slip away," Tatana stated, her voice devoid of emotion, yet radiating calm.

"She was too fast, Miss Tatana," Elar stammered. "And the rain… it obscured our vision."

"Excuses. The League of Enders does not make excuses. We eliminate threats." Tatana sighed. "You know if you had just gotten that damn briefcase with those unknown items, I would not have minded so much."

Tatana's brother, Jack Wolfect, leaned against a tactical map, his arms crossed. His eyes, sharp and intense, missed nothing as he noticed the uneasiness in her tone. "What was in the briefcase, Tatana?" Jack's voice was low and a little confused. "You said 'unknown items.' That's not like you to be vague."

Tatana paused, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It was a containment device. Whatever she had in there could shift the balance of power. We can't let her succeed."

Gus Benton, the leader of the League of Enders, sat silently scrutinizing Elar. "Elar, do you remember anything before you lost sight of her, like what she looks like or anything?" he asked.

"No sir! All I remember seeing is a Red Toyota Corolla, 2010 model driving away in the distance. It could be that she has a hostage." Elar fidgeted under Gus's intense stare.

Jennifer Griffith, the deputy leader of the League of Enders, frowned at Elar's response. She then shifted her gaze to another member who was kneeling on the ground. "What about you, Joss? Do you remember anything, dear?" she asked with a sigh.

"Sorry, Mother, but no. I... I... I mean, Lady Griffith, all I remember is running through the forest chasing the witch with the rain falling heavily."

"That's no help, the best we can do now is set up patrols and monitor the city. For now. That witch will show herself eventually. Although we do not have a description of her face, keep your eyes out for anything suspicious. With that said, this meeting is adjourned." Gus said, and they all left one at a time.

Back in Breaton's apartment, Olissa emerged from the bathroom, dressed in Breaton's oversized sweats and t-shirt. The clothing swallowed her slender frame, but her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. The briefcase was gone, presumably hidden.

"That's much better," she purred, her voice a low hum. "Thank you, Breaton."

Breaton, stirring tea in the kitchen, turned. "No problem. Are you feeling any better? Do you feel any pain?"

"None at all." She walked towards him, her movements fluid and graceful. "Actually, I feel… invigorated." She stopped inches from him, her scent, a mix of ozone and something subtly floral, filling his senses. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine.

"Olissa, what are you…" he began, but her eyes, now a swirling vortex of emerald and gold, held him captive. A strange, intoxicating warmth spread through his veins.

"Shhh, shhh," she whispered, her voice like a siren's song. "Just relax. This won't hurt… much." She leaned in, her lips parting as she kissed him; it was a tender but passionate kiss. But then he broke it off because he felt a sharp, fleeting prick on his neck, like a mosquito bite.

"I'm sorry, was that too forward for you? Sometimes I do things without thinking," Olissa said with a flushed face.

"Oh no! It's not you, I think a mosquito just bit me, that's all. I'm going to take a shower; I ordered some Chinese food; the money is on the counter." Breaton said as he went into the bathroom; just a moment later, the sound of the shower running could be heard.

"Excellent! Phase one is completed. He now has the vampire saliva, the melted claws of the werewolf, and the blood of a demon coursing through his veins. It's now time for Phase Two—get him to sleep with me and get me pregnant it may take a few tries. He will never suspect a thing and he will remain oblivious to what is really going on." Olissa said to herself with a smug smile, then she threw the syringe she was holding behind her back into the garbage bin. Just then, she heard a knock at the door.

"Ah yes! That must be the food," she said, then grabbed the money off the counter. As she opened the door, she saw there were four people standing outside.

Ten minutes later, Breaton stepped out of the shower and was heading to his bedroom. He noticed Olissa chatting with four people in the living room that he recognized: Patrick McCannon, Marry Winco, Tana Wilson, and her daughter, who just turned eighteen, her name was Jade Wilson.

"What are you guys doing here?" Breaton asked with a frown.

"Dude, it's Friday; did you forget? It's the weekend; we always have game night at your place," Patrick said with a smile.

"Of course he forgot! Don't you see he has a girlfriend over?" Marry said with a frown. She had always had a secret crush on Breaton and was planning to get him drunk tonight and sleep with him after everyone left, but finding out he had a beautiful girlfriend who was better looking than her changed her plans.

"Breaton! Why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend already? I brought my daughter over to meet you and everything," Tana said, her readable expression hinting at her original plan to get Breaton drunk and have a threesome with him and her daughter after everyone else went home.

Breaton was stunned; he could not speak. His co-workers were assuming that Olissa was his girlfriend.

Seeing an opportunity, Olissa got up and walked over to Breaton and kissed him, snapping him back to reality. "Honey, it's rude to keep your friends waiting. Go get dressed; everyone is waiting," she said, shooting a sidelong glance at Marry and Tana.

Breaton stood frozen, the reality of the situation dawning on him. "Uh… right, yeah, just a second," he stammered, retreating to his bedroom.

As he closed the door, he felt a mixture of confusion and anxiety. What had he gotten himself into? He could feel Olissa's gaze on him, and somehow, he knew this was only the beginning of something far more complicated than he could anticipate.

As the night wore on, different games were played, laughter filling the room. Pretty soon it was time for everyone to go home.

"Oh, before I go, Breaton, enjoy your vacation," Patrick said before he left.

"Finally they are all gone! Your friends are a lot of fun," Olissa said to Breaton.

"They are not my friends, they are just my annoying co-workers," Breaton replied with a frown.

"Okay if you say so, by the way, I had a lot of fun pretending to be your girlfriend. So what do you want to do now? I mean, the night is still young," Olissa said with a seductive smile.

"Honestly, I really don't know. What would you like to do?" Breaton asked, his heart beating fast.

"Well,! I have something in mind; we can finish what we started before that mosquito bit you," Olissa said, biting her bottom lip seductively.

"Woah... Woah there, let's slow down a little bit. First off, we just met; we should get to know each other a little more before doing anything else. Like for instance, my name is Breaton Goodheart; I am twenty-five years of age, I'm single, I live alone, and I am a security guard. Now it's your turn," Breaton said with a smile.

Olissa took a deep breath before she spoke. "My name is Olissa Eills, and I am twenty-five years old like you; I'm single, I work at a travel agency, I am currently on vacation, and like yourself, I am a virgin as well," she said, a belch escaping her lips as her face flushed red.

"Sorry! I think I had a little too much to drink," she said as she began swaying from side to side. But she wasn't actually drunk; she was faking it.

"Okay, it's time to get you to bed," Breaton said.

But before he could lead Olissa to the bedroom, she kissed him again, and he accidentally swallowed a tablet from her mouth. But this was not an ordinary tablet; it was an aphrodisiac. She actually had two of them in her mouth and accidentally swallowed one of them when she forced the other one down Breaton's throat.

"Oh shit! I swallow the other one, well there's no going back. She thought to herself.

Twenty minutes later they both became sexually aroused, no longer able to hold back their desires; they began to rip off each other's clothes.

With fierce urgency, the kiss deepened, their bodies igniting in a feverish dance. Breaton's hands tangled in Olissa's damp hair, pulling her closer as they stumbled toward the bedroom. Each touch sent sparks through his veins, the world outside fading into a distant murmur.

As they fell onto the bed, Breaton's mind raced. This was madness. He barely knew her! Yet, the intoxicating haze wrapped around him, drowning out the rational thoughts that screamed to stop. Olissa's fingers traced down his chest, igniting his skin. Her eyes gleamed with a predatory gleam, a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Breaton," she whispered, her voice sultry and low. "It's okay Just let go; I know you are well-endowed. Even though this will be my first time, don't hold back—I can take it."

And so he did as she asked, thrusting deep inside her. Her moans permeated the room.

In that moment, they became lost in each other, bodies entwined as they surrendered to the wild, primal urge that surged between them. The room pulsed with energy, their hearts beating in sync as if the universe itself had conspired to bring them together in that heated moment.