Myths and Gargoyles

by Jamie Hawke

  “And that one?” I asked dreamily as she pulled back a tad.

  “That was for motivation, inspiration.” She gave me a peck, throwing one leg over mine, so that her thigh was pressed against my crotch. “And this one’s to get you in that ‘superhero’ mode, so that when we’re done you’ll jump up all inspired like you always are, ready to kick some ass.

  I was skeptical, considering our situation, but when her lips pressed against mine and our tongues met in a dance of rising passion, I started to see how she made a lot of sense. We were together. We weren’t exactly dead—which meant we stood a chance.

  The pressure in my crotch told me I was really getting into this, and she must’ve felt it too, because a second later she had her hand where her thigh had been, caressing my cock through my pants.

  “I could use some motivation,” Sharon admitted, and she joined us, kissing first Red, then me.

  “Should we… leave?” Sekhmet said, her face transforming to that of a woman instead of the lion. “Or stay?”

  Elisa and Pucky shared a look, then looked towards Red and Sharon.

  “I don’t… know,” Pucky said. She looked at me. “I suppose it’s up to him, since none of us seem to have a problem with it.”

  “I vote for stay,” Sharon said. “More the merrier.”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean…” Sekhmet laughed, nervously. “I didn’t mean join in. Sorry, I can see how… yeah… Not yet, at least. Just—do you want privacy? I’ll give you privacy. Unless… you like people watching? Where I come from, at least in the circles I ran, it was normal.”

  More looks at me, and I shrugged. “Sure…?”

  Sekhmet smiled, though tried to look like she didn’t care one way or the other, and Bastet purred, curling up on her lap.

  “Whatever, you all are weird,” Red said, turning back to me. “Just don’t clap or cheer us on or anything.”

  A couple of chuckles went around the room, but my mouth was interlocked with Red’s again, and my attention on her breasts, which were pressed against me. Her lips were soft, subtle, and couldn’t get enough of me. As we kissed, her hands found my clothes and tore them off. My eyes opened and darted over to Sekhmet, but she was standing there with her human face and a smile on her lips.

  The cat sat on her lap, purring.

  “So… weird,” Red said, following my glance.

  I flipped her over so she wouldn’t see it, though that put my ass and balls in view. That was no good, so I turned instead, flipping her over doggy-style and pulled her skirt up, her panties off.

  Then I paused, forgetting that we hadn’t taken this step. Her hand, however, reached down and grabbed my cock, guiding it to where it was pressed against her warm, wet pussy.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  She glanced back, bit her lip, and nodded. The others were watching, impressed, not making a move to join, and I supposed they wanted to let it happen this way. To make it special, just me and her… with them watching.

  As odd as that was, it was also hot. I let her guide it in, and soon we were rocking that place. She flipped me over and took me at the edge of the bed, riding me. My hands were all over her, grabbing her ass and breasts, feeling at one with her as we finally made it happen.

  When she clenched me close, rolling us over so I was on top, she moaned long and low and then released.

  She smiled up at me, glanced down to where I was still inside her and said, “Hot damn.” Motioning to the others, she said, “Get in there.”

  Now the other three were moving in, stripping and caressing me, loving it. Sharon came next, and then I had Pucky riding me, Elisa caressing her back as she kissed me, touching herself. Pucky’s breasts were rocking, my body arching as that moment took me.

  As I came, my body lit up like it had before. Unlike last time, though, now there were blue flames shooting out from me in bursts, as if I were a blue sun and solar flares were erupting. Fuck it felt good, like I was ejaculating from every inch of my body… as disgusting as that sounds after the fact.

  But there was more to it. Pucky was yelping and then saying, “Yes, yes,” and at first I thought it was all about the sex, but when I finally finished, I saw it hadn’t been. Those bursts hadn’t been random light shows or fireworks. Judging by the way they were still shooting off of me, some blue flames now hovering out there, shifting into shapes like little people—what I guessed to be Fae, or some form of them, anyway—I had connected with this place on a whole other level.

  And when I heard Elisa gasp as she covered herself with a shirt, I turned to the door to see a body materializing there, forming from bits of blue sparks that were drifting over.

  Not a random form, nor a form with characteristics that I couldn’t make out, but the very distinct form of Arthur.

  When it was done, he stood there looking very much like the real version of him had, only with a blue glow that surrounded him entirely. His eyes, too, were glowing bright blue.

  “Thank you, Jack,” he said, nodding to me and then averting his gaze. “Please, dress. Bring Excalibur.”

  “I’m sorry?” I said as he turned to go.

  “You’re coming with me,” he said, not even stopping. “It’s time to begin your training.”

  THE END

  BOOK 3: Mystic Guardians

  46

  My heart still hadn’t stopped pounding from the intense lovemaking I’d just had with the ladies while Sekhmet had watched, and now it was in overdrive with the idea that I was actually about to go train with King Arthur himself.

  Or, his ghost? I wasn’t sure what exactly he was in this land, as he’d been sort of sacrificed and we thought gone, but then he reappeared only to tell me it was time to begin my training. Nivian—A.K.A. the little mermaid, A.K.A. the Lady of the Lake—had said he was a spirit, that he’d been sacrificed by Morgana to bring back Merlin… who was apparently not on our side? It was all so confusing.

  “What could that mean?” I asked Sharon, darting past her and the others, stuffing my mostly still erect cock into my pants as fast as I could and trying to find my shirt. “Training…?”

  “You’ll do great,” she said, offering me a supportive smile, motioning to Excalibur in the corner, where it leaned against the wall, its metal glowing a light blue.

  I paused, turned to give her a kiss, and grabbed Excalibur. There I hesitated again, because she still hadn’t put on her clothes. The others hadn’t either, and I had to stand there for a moment just appreciating what I had. Sure, the world was in danger of being conquered by Ra and other gods and evil fairy tales, or Legends. And yes, I was in Avalon, or the Fae realm, at risk of dying the moment we returned to Earth.

  But all that aside, staring at Sharon’s curves, the way Red’s large breasts seemed to be calling for me to come over and take her nipples in my mouth, or the seductive way Pucky was staring at me… And damn, Elisa had just turned around to start dressing, inadvertently giving me the view from behind. Yeah, I was the luckiest man alive.

  Now wasn’t the time for all of that though, as Arthur himself was about to train me. Arthur, who apparently became a vampire due to a curse, was going to train me to be a true Protector of the Myths.

  “Tuck away your sword,” Red said with a chuckle, and I glanced at Excalibur, confused, only to realize that staring at them my cock had gotten hard again and was sticking out the top of my pants.

  “Ready for round two?” Pucky asked. “We can tell Arthur to hold his horses.”

  I chuckled, but shook my head. “As much as you know I’d love it… save it for when I get back?”

  “If you get back,” Elisa said.

  “Hey now.” Red hit her playfully. “Don’t tease him.”

  “Is there… a risk of that?” I asked.

  “As Nivian said.” Elisa winked at me. “Dragons.”

  I gulped. “I’m… I’m gonna go now, before you all make me change my mind.”

  I stepped to the door, only then pausing at the si
ght of Sekhmet with her cat sister on her lap, eyeing me with an arched eyebrow.

  “Wait,” she said, a hand on my forearm. “You’ll be fine. You’re the Protector.”

  “Thanks.” I tried to take another step, but the goddess stood and let the cat slink away. Her hand traced my forearm up to my chest, letting it linger there right next to one of the water tattoos that symbolized my tempest powers.

  “That’s not all.” She leaned in, voice a whisper in my ear. “I wanted to tell you how hot you were, when you were fucking, your balls rocking back and forth. Maybe… Maybe I’ll talk to the girls, and we see about me joining sometime. Would you like that?”

  I gulped, my cock stiffening even more, and all I could do was nod. At least she was wearing her beautiful woman face at the moment, because hearing those words from her when her face looked like a lioness would’ve been quite strange.

  She gave me a grin, walking past as I finally remembered to put on my shirt.

  “I’m really doing it,” I said, and gave them all one more smile, remembering the tastes of their lips and pussies, the sensation of their flesh pressed against mine, and cumming with them… all very fresh in my mind.

  Taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate my thoughts on how terrified I’d felt at seeing that agent reveal himself to be Ra, anything right now to get my focus back on training and off of my amazing romp, I stepped outside to find Arthur and see what he was going to teach me.

  47

  Nivian was there at the doorway, speaking with Arthur. She gave me a slight nod of the head as I emerged.

  “You look like you’ve already been training,” she said, eyeing me intently. “I sensed a spiritual awakening inside, so gave you all your privacy.”

  I gulped, not sure how I felt about the ‘spiritual awakening’ being discussed around the king, a true hero of mine, one who I’d grown up loving and reading all about. Of course, I hadn’t known about all the vampire stuff back then, but then not many did.

  “It’s perfectly natural,” Arthur said, the blue glow radiating off of him almost like a gentle blue flame, similar to what I’d seen on myself back there at the moment of climax.

  “Your majesty,” I said, not really sure how to behave here, so giving him a Japanese style bow first, then feeling like an idiot and going to one knee.

  “Aw,” Nivian said, and she had a hand to her mouth. “That’s sweet.”

  “Please, none of that.” Arthur motioned me up. “I haven’t been a king in quite a long time.”

  I stood, not sure what to do from there, and nodded.

  “I’ll leave you to it,” Nivian said, and went to enter the house. “Are they… decent?”

  “Rarely,” I said.

  She laughed. “If I tell them you said that, are they going to kick your ass?”

  “Most likely.” I chuckled, turning back to see that Arthur was smiling, his vampire fangs fully visible. The joking had helped to put me at ease, but that sight instantly set me right back again.

  He eyed me, waiting for Nivian to go inside, then said, “Ah, the teeth.”

  “I don’t understand,” I admitted.

  “Long ago, in another world—quite literally,” he paused, chuckled at himself, and went on, “my life didn’t exactly go according to plan.”

  I wasn’t sure if he was going to say more, so stood there, waiting. The sword started growing heavy in my hands, Arthur’s eyes on the sky as he was clearly lost in a memory. After a bit he nodded, turned, and started walking toward the lake.

  Apparently, I was supposed to stay with him, because he started talking.

  “The stories talk of Merlin like he was my helper, my right-hand man. They spin him as this wise sage, the ultimate defender of Camelot.” Arthur glanced over, blue eyes taking me in, weighing me up. “The truth is that he was a paladin who lost his way, a man who led me to a cursed sword, all part of a prophecy that he, but very few others, knew of.”

  “The sword in the stone…” I stared at the sword in my hands in amazement.

  He nodded. “It was put in that stone for good reason. For when I drew it, the stone carried with it a very dark power. One that sent me down a dark path, and set up me and my knights to serve the former paladin turned sorcerer.”

  “I’m sorry, your majesty—”

  “Just Arthur, will do.”

  “Arthur…” I was relieved when we stopped, not sure if I should sheathe the sword or keep it at the ready. “I’m sorry, but how, er why, I mean—”

  “There’s too many questions, too many answers. Today we aren’t here to discuss the topic of my past, but to focus on your future. What I will say is that his paladin magic allowed him to have control over us dark beings, and his new magic grew out of that. The Merlin of reality was, and is, as dark as they come.”

  “So you know, at least?” I glanced around, lowering my voice as if that would change anything. “That he’s escaped?”

  Arthur nodded. “It’s funny, them bringing me back only to send me here again. I’ll tell you the rest of my story someday, but suffice it to know I found a way to escape Merlin’s captivity, rose up against him, and found my way again. So now I’m here, training the new protector.”

  I stood tall and proud.

  “But that brings us to you, Jack,” he added. “Why should we put our faith in you?”

  What the hell kind of question was that? Having been through what we had, already having proved myself to Red and the others, I didn’t know where to start. Then I remembered what he’d said about himself. It wasn’t about my past.

  “I’ve given up my life to do this, and I’m willing to see it through to the end. My end, if necessary. Whatever I’ve proven to this point, I know it’s just the start. I plan on training hard, being devoted to my Myths and the cause.”

  “Good.” He stared, waiting. “And we test that right here, right now?”

  “In what way?”

  “I’m glad you asked,” he said, and then took a step back, then another, until he was on the lake. He was a spirit, or something like that, so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. But then, drawing a blue sword of light, he motioned me to follow saying, “Catch me, fight me. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

  He took another step back, eyes taking on a ferocity of their own, before turning and running, darting across the water.

  My first reaction was to open my mouth and stand there like an idiot. I couldn’t fucking run on water!

  But he was going to train me now, apparently, and I was a Tempest… after all. So, I took a step, and my feet got wet.

  Damn.

  “We’re all losing faith here,” Arthur called from across the water, halfway to the middle of the lake now.

  I glanced back and noticed a couple of heads duck out of the window of the little cottage. It kind of annoyed me that they were watching, but then again it gave me courage. Made me want to prove myself. Not that I was proving how badass I was, but proving my loyalty, that I would never give up.

  So I took another step, water cold and up to my ankles with both feet now. No matter how much I wanted it to happen, it simply wasn’t.

  “Maybe we find another protector,” Arthur said, pausing now to turn around and taunt me. I could barely make him out, only a dark silhouette against the sun’s reflection on the lake. “Think your team would like that?”

  Taunting me wasn’t going to work. But something needed to.

  I glanced down at the sword, considering it. The Lady of the Lake had given it to me, right? The legends all played with that concept, and here I was at a lake, Excalibur in my hands. Pulling up the blade, I watched the blue glow that seemed to shift within the metal, considering the magic that was within.

  Slowly, I lowered the blade to touch the edge of the water, mentally asking for permission to go on, and then took a step up. The blue glow ran up my arm from the blade and filled my body, landing at my feet as the bottom of my shoe touched the surface, and I stood there
, bringing my other foot up. With first one step, then another, I was walking on water.

  “First lesson,” Arthur called out. “It’s not always about what you’re capable of, but learning to trust those around you, to think outside the box and try new things.”

  “That sounds like two lessons,” I shouted, running now, feeling the excitement charge through my body like currents of electricity. Each step hit like I was running across a massive trampoline, the sword in my hand feeling light as a toy.

  Arthur laughed and said, “That’s number three—always make sure you learn more than one lesson from an encounter.”

  Instead of running away this time, he charged me.

  When I stepped back, the water started to give way. Fear, apparently, didn’t jive with this part of my sword’s water power. Keeping that in mind I braced myself, stepping back onto the surface, and charged Arthur.

  Water sprayed up around us as we clashed, his sword acting every bit as real as mine, in spite of the fact that it appeared to be made of light. His sword connected with Excalibur and both of us were thrown back, tumbling and gliding across the water in a way that made it feel fun to fall.

  Then we were up again, charging forward, and I felt the thrill of the fight, the warm tingling of my Tempest tattoos coming to life. Arthur leaped into the air, snarling with his fangs extended, and came down with the sword high… Again, the blast hit and we were sent back.

  Only, this time he’d been ready for it, and dove under the water to come back up at my side, pulling me down.

  “Seems I can’t strike the blade that made me,” he said, pulling me under so that I lost the ability to respond. He was clearly working my grappling skills now, his blade fading and mine falling from my grip, in spite of how hard I was working to ensure that didn’t happen.

  My breath threatened to break free, the water pushing down all around me, and then a voice said, “Don’t let it win. You and the sword are connected now. Embrace it.”