by Jamie Hawke
As soon as the door closed, I turned to five, ravenous, sexy as hell ladies. For the first time in a while, I felt a little intimidated. Steph, Megha, Ebrill, Kordelia, and Aerona… all standing in the room. My frown and glance at Aerona made her shift in her stance, but I was kind of caught off guard.
“Aerona,” I said, taking a step toward her. “If you’re not ready…”
“Would I be here if that was the case?” She stepped up to me, running a finger along one horn. “But, what about you? I’m curious, how it is for you making love to us with these horns, the wings… the tail.”
My eyes darted over to Ebrill, who had tilted her head, waiting for a response. Steph and Megha both folded their arms, staying out of this one, while Kordelia chuckled.
“Is it wrong of me to find it sexy?” I asked. “I mean, it’s not…” Shit, I knew this was about to be a bad case of foot in mouth, but the direction couldn’t be changed now. “It’s not like I have a demon fetish, or in any way see the horns related to animals. That would be the common critique, I imagine. It’s… you, you know? I’m with you, and I find you all incredibly beautiful, incredibly sexy.”
“And Yenifer?” Ebrill asked.
Images of the massive beast of a gargoyle flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to try and fuck her. To have her massive hands engulfing my cock. I blinked, not sure how to answer that.
“Careful, now,” Kordelia said, “she’s not much larger than I am.”
“Don’t kid yourself,” Ebrill countered. “She has you beat by a long shot.”
“Not that long.”
I laughed. “Sorry, but isn’t it usually men who have the debates over size?”
Kordelia scowled, then pounced. “Just for that…” She lifted me up like I was a plaything, somehow managing to slide my shirt off in a swift motion so that she had me against the wall half-naked, pretending to feast off me while really kissing and nibbling.
My laughter was more of a giggle, and for a moment I felt like a girl, giggling and being held up like that. Before I could say anything, though, she had my pants off and held me up on her shoulders, then flipped me around upside down, going to town on my balls.
“Ahhh,” I started, but then grabbed her by the ass, nuzzling her pussy through her loincloth before moving it aside to get better access. We were diving right in, apparently, so might as well make the most of it.
“Over here,” I heard Megha say, and clung tightly as Kordelia moved us over toward the bed.
Turning slightly, I was able to see Megha’s feet as her dress fell around her ankles, then realized there were hands spreading my ass cheeks and a tongue working that side while Kordelia took my now rock-hard cock in her mouth.
“Now this is a show worth seeing!” Ebrill proclaimed, and clapped.
Aerona laughed, joining in. “Is this how it always is?”
“No!” I protested, but then dove back in, trying to get better access in this awkward position. Trusting Kordelia not to drop me, I reached around and was able to use my fingers to move her folds, to get my tongue on her clit and then start fingering her.
She spread her legs apart, moaning, and suddenly slurped long and hard on my cock before letting it go to basically howl! I couldn’t believe it. As her body shook, legs quivering, she howled again, then tossed me onto Megha—or dropped me, I wasn’t sure. Megha fell, my ass on her face, and then pushed me off, laughing hysterically.
“Holy hell,” Kordelia said, staggering over to the wall and holding her hand against it for support.
“She’s large, folks, but can’t last very long,” Aerona chided.
More laughter.
“Maybe nobody’s touched me like that in too damn long,” Kordelia countered, but then winked at me. “I’ll get you yours, soon enough. But, right now…” Her legs gave out and she slid down to her ass. “I need to take a break.”
Mind reeling with ideas of what she would have in store for me, I turned back to Megha, took one of her breasts in my mouth, and flicked the nipple around with my tongue. She clung onto me, tight, but then pushed me away.
“What?” I asked, confused.
She nodded, then pointed. Not away, I realized, but toward Aerona. I nodded, standing, very aware of how I was there nude in front of this golden gargoyle. Her eyes roamed over me, lingering on my throbbing cock. She stepped up, eyes meeting mine as her finger ran along my length, then her hand took hold.
“I do believe our current form turns you on.” She stroked me, feeling every inch of it in her hand, her eyes conveying that it turned her on, no end. “And… I do believe your current form turns me on.”
I gulped but reached up, tenderly taking hold of her shoulders and pulling her close. Tilting my head more than normal to avoid the curved-forward horns, I pressed my lips to hers. When I pulled back, while I half-expected her to tell me she wasn’t ready for that, she grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me in again.
One of her horns slammed into the side of my head and it hurt like hell, but I didn’t care. I kept kissing her, hands moving over her shoulders, feeling her nearly bare back, undoing the clasp that held her chest armor in place. When I pulled back to look at her, I noticed Megha grabbing Ebrill, and Steph joining them, but for the moment I had a singular focus—Aerona. She needed me, and I meant to please.
Lowering her armor, I was presented with two gorgeous golden breasts. I could only imagine this was what the first prospectors thought when they spotted gold in California, when they realized they were going to be rich. Me, though? With these beauties, I was richer than any of those people had ever been or went on to become. I took them in my hands, caressing, kissing, bringing her nipples—also gold—to my mouth, and felt her moan as a vibration through her body.
Then my hand had her loincloth off and found her bare, wet pussy waiting. Her hands were all over me, and she breathed heavily in my ear as she nibbled on my earlobe. Her tail went between us and came up to caress my ass, a new experience that Ebrill giggled at. I turned and saw her watching as she sat on Megha’s face, hands pulling Megha’s hair. Behind them, Steph was bent over, eating out Megha, while Kordelia still wasn’t moving except to run a hand over her breasts and watch us all.
“Focus,” Aerona said, taking me by the chin and guiding my attention back to her, which I gladly allowed. She took me by the hand, guiding me to a plush, white loveseat in the corner. One that had a tall fern-like plant growing beside it and a painting of a mountain landscape with a river behind it. Sitting me down, she knelt, hands on my thighs, and grinned.
“If my horns poke you, oh fucking well.” She winked, then gripped my cock firmly, moving her head in and watching it with fascination. Her tongue moved out, slowly tracing the tip in concentric circles.
No horns poking me, yet. I relaxed, wondering if the love seat had always been so comfortable. Had I ever sat in it before? I wondered how she was doing with everything. It seemed to me that she was throwing herself into this as a way of moving on, of helping her deal with grief. Watching her run her tongue down from the tip to my balls, then take one of my balls in her mouth and grin up at me, I was very happy to help the process.
“Your turn,” I said, taking her by the hands and trying to pull her up.
She moved, but only to straddle me, leaning back to give me a view of her perfect breasts as she said, “This is what I want,” and lowered herself onto my cock.
Oh, God! The feeling of her pussy taking me nearly sent me into a daze. My eyes rolled up in my head and my whole body wanted to give over everything it had to her. She rocked her hips, taking it, feeling it slide along inside her, then grabbed my head and pulled it to her chest as she rode me with quick, eager thrusts.
Her wings spread out, tail waving back and forth, and she leaned her head back with a scream that startled me out of my near-orgasm. Then another scream, and I pulled back, trying to push her off and ask if she was okay, but she pulled me close, whispering m
y name and not letting go.
There might have been tears at one point. There were definitely nails digging into my back. And then there was a flap of her wings that lifted her off me as she threw herself down at Kordelia’s side, the two holding each other, both smiling and watching me.
I sat there, confused, wondering if I was going to get blue balls.
“Don’t make the rest of us wait all night,” Ebrill said, pushing off Megha’s face and beckoning to me. “I’d hate to see your dick caught inside of me when I turn to stone.”
“Not funny,” Steph said, sitting up and wiping her chin. “Never joke about that.”
I couldn’t agree more. What came next was the trio of Megha, Steph, and Ebrill, passing me around and taking turns having me ride them and vice versa. Thankfully we had those condoms! Then, when I was just about to climax and all of them already had, Aerona was back on me, this time with Ebrill.
They had me bending in weird angles while bringing me to new levels of pleasure, and more for them. Aerona was starting to pull away, back arching and breasts heaving, Kordelia’s lips on my neck as her hand moved between our bodies to grab my shaft, when I felt my eyes roll back as a power pulled me.
Before I was fully out of Aerona, I felt my surroundings changing, transforming… fading. Gone.
132
Tall cliffs overhead to my right, clouds floating across the sky. The soft lapping of waves against sand. I sat up, confused, feeling the unpleasant sensation of wet sand on my bare ass. And of course, it was already getting where it should never go.
Brushing myself off as I stood, I turned to see three women by the water, one turned back toward me, the other two watching what appeared to be a small boat floating in the distance.
“The king’s journey to Avalon,” a voice said, and I started as the woman next to the water appeared at my side, eyes roaming over every inch of me. She cocked her head and laughed. “This is who they send us in his stead?”
“Sorry?” I replied, head spinning. By now, I should be used to strange travels when asleep, but this didn’t feel like the other times. For one, I didn’t see any of the ladies I had been with. Only these three. And, even more strangely, I hadn’t been asleep.
“Cover him, will you?” one of the other women said, glancing over her shoulder.
“Leave him be,” the third said, not bothering to look. “I’m sure he enjoys the attention.”
For the first time, I looked down to see that I was still fully erect—a side effect of being pulled out of my world mid-intercourse, apparently.
“Clothes would be welcome,” I admitted, covering myself with my hands.
The closest woman removed her shawl and smiled. “Keep it.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure what to do with the piece of purple cloth, as it still wasn’t much. I tied it around my waist. At least it kind of covered me, although it was still sticking out in a humorous fashion thanks to my erection. Trying to ignore my situation down there and appear confident, I asked, “Where am I?”
“Not where, but when,” the woman said.
“Of course.”
She arched an eyebrow. “My name is Mizoa. This is Gliten, and the one staring out after her king is Moronoe.”
The names sounded familiar, although I couldn’t place where from. I nodded, introduced myself, and then added, “When are we?”
“In the year of our dear king’s departure,” the one called Moronoe said, finally turning now. She paused, frozen at the sight of the shawl around me. When I thought she would laugh, she turned instead to Mizoa with a glare. “This is truly him?”
“He’s the one, the holder of the Liahona.”
I took a step back. “How do you know about the Liahona?” My eyes went wide, moving back to the boat. “And by ‘king,’ I’m guessing you’re referring to King Arthur?”
“Yes.”
Somehow, I had gone to a time before him, to an afterlife-type place that was more of a reverse of Avalon, and now to the days shortly after Arthur either died or simply retired to the magical land.
“But… how is it, I mean, how are you able to bring him to Avalon?” I asked.
“We cannot, but he will go,” Moronoe said. “Whether it’s to the true version of Avalon, or… the upside-down version, we do not know, thanks to you.”
“How do you know anything about me? About Avalon?”
Suddenly all three of them were around me, eyes focused on mine, threatening to pull me in and never let me go.
“Surely, you’ve put together who we are by now?” Moronoe said.
“He has, I see it in him,” Gliten said.
My eyes flitted over to Mizoa, a very real dilemma forming. On the one hand, yes, it was clear these women were three of the Nine Witches, or Nine Ladies. What I wasn’t clear on, at this point in time, is where that put them in terms of allegiances or alignments. For example, I knew from conversations with my team that Mizoa was one of the Nine, but had left them when she learned about their betrayal of her mother, Rianne.
That being the case, did she not yet know?
“Well?” Gliten asked.
I nodded, slowly. “But, what I don’t know is why you brought me here.”
Moronoe sighed in exasperation. “It’s quite simple, don’t you see? We have made a pact, along with a sacrifice. So that you might restore Avalon to us. In return, we have much to offer.”
“A sacrif—” My hand literally went to my mouth to stop the gasp. It took me a second to process that my action had been even more telling, my eyes on the speck at sea that was presumably King Arthur. They had sacrificed him to call me here, in hopes that I would, for God knows what reason, join them and give them access to the magic of Avalon?
“Before you answer,” Gliten added, stepping up, finger wrapping into the shawl around my waist and moving along my skin, “know what we offer.”
“I think I have a good idea,” I replied, eyes going to Mizoa to see if she would be of help here. Instead of the secretive, shared look of working together that I hoped for, I saw that the top covering her upper body was falling away, exposing her goddess-like breasts. Full, round, dark nipples that stood out, calling to be kissed. Fuck. My cock surged, throbbing, begging for release.
“This is only part of it,” Moronoe added, nodding to Gliten, who now disrobed, as Mizoa finished as well. In modern times, one forgets what a fully untrimmed bush looks like, and now there were two there for my viewing pleasure. Gliten and Mizoa both reached out, hands undoing the shawl, moving along my hips, the upper curve of my ass. “Us, most certainly. Physical, but also… our power.”
“Wh—what do you mean?” I stammered, brain a murky swamp as my blood had rushed south and my lower head was taking over.
“There are forces at work, powerful fae magic, and more. But our magic—yours included—is stronger, or can be… if we work together.” This time, she stepped forward instead of the others. Only, instead of removing her clothes, she reached down and grabbed my balls, firmly. “We can secure this partnership, right here, right now.”
I blinked, processing the cold touch of her on me. It felt amazing on a physical level, and wrong on every other level. This was, as far as I knew, one of the enemy! Judging by what she was saying, she clearly meant to see that through, and was already well on that path.
Perhaps part of my wakeup call was the fact that this woman hadn’t tried to kiss me, or offered me any sort of tantalizing, seductive looks or touches. Who walks up and grabs a dude by the balls? Someone who wants control, that’s who. The other two were pressing their breasts to me, their eyes starting to glow with a swirling storm of magic as their hands caressed my skin.
And, as much as most other men would have hated to do what I did next, I owed it to Ebrill, Steph, and the others.
I focused my gaze on her, sneered, and shook my head. “Not going to happen.”
Her fingernails dug into my scrotum, the other two pressing tight now, holding me in place,
but I had made up my mind.
I also wasn’t about to let her rip my nuts off, as I had no doubt she was capable of doing. Knowing my future children depended on my confidence in my abilities, I closed my eyes and willed myself out of there.
Pain shot through my balls, then my lower stomach. I opened my eyes, realizing I was still there.
“You’re playing by our rules, now,” Moronoe said, eyes taking on a wicked gleam. A prick down below, and I had to wonder if I was bleeding. My eyes darted to Mizoa, and I sensed something there—hesitation.
I was here under their rules, my magic not likely as powerful as the combined force of three of the Nine, but… if it was two on two, that might be a different matter.
“Okay, okay,” I said, going for the moment of reprieve that would buy me.
“Yes?” Moronoe asked, her firm grip turning into a gentle caress by one of her fingers. Fuck, my body was going through a mix of emotions and cravings. I both wanted to bash her brains in and unleash all over her.
Instead of answering directly, I tried another tactic. One that might not have worked, but had been of use with Riland. Directing my thoughts at Mizoa, I communicated, You, and you alone. I can get you to see your mother, Rianne.
An instant release from her side, and my magic continued from there. Eyeing the shawl where it fell, I transmorphed it into a venomous snake that bit Moronoe’s wrist. In hindsight, that could have gone one of two ways—either her hand letting go, or her hand clamping down. To my relief, the shock and pain caused her to release. With Mizoa not there to hold me in place, I broke free, running up the beach toward the cliffs.
The magic that swelled up behind me was so powerful, I could practically taste it. Something akin to spearmint gum, but with a lot of wild flavor crystals. Instead of running, then, I turned back to face them, knelt and prepared my defense, chanting the words and gauging them to see what I thought they might come at me with.
One advantage to using magic in the nude was fewer odd dangly bits getting in the way of a good fight. Still, as a young man thrusting my hands out and chanting while taking different stances to support my magic strikes, dodging from time to time, I was very much aware of things swaying about and how odd this would have been to watch if anyone else was within sight.
