by Jamie Hawke
“I just—”
“Don’t stop,” she repeated, face contorted in what I took to be pain, but if she liked it, who was I to argue. So I kept going to the sounds of her moaning, “It’s so deep, oh, it’s soooo deep.” She let out a long, wordless moan as she gripped the sheets, then let go of them to grab my hair and pull, so that I imagined I felt some of the pain mixed with pleasure she was experiencing.
She released me, but suddenly flipped me with some sort of judo-like technique. Now she was on top of me, gasping, breasts swaying as she moved up and down, my cock sliding in and out. I grabbed her breasts, caressing them, loving and adoring them with my hands and eyes. I wanted every moment of this to be stuck in my mind forever. But then she let out a sudden surprised yelp as paint splashed across her chest.
For a split-second, she paused, confused, and looked down to see it—green.
“Don’t stop,” Elisa said, grinning, and now we were both confused as Elisa splashed paint again, this time blue across my chest. When we looked at her she smiled, lowered her shirt so that her perky, petite breasts were exposed, and took a tube of white paint and squeezed it onto her breasts. Then she started rubbing it around as she repeated, “Don’t stop.”
This lady was a freak. And… it was kinda sexy.
I pulled Pucky down onto my cock as I rocked my hips. She gave me a confused look but then the pleasure hit her again and she was back at it. More paint hit us, but now we didn’t care. Then Elisa was on the bed, dressed only in her panties, caressing us with paint from a palette at her side, then rubbing the paint from us while we fucked and wiping it onto herself.
At one point between moans Pucky reached out for her, but Elisa took her hand and gently guided it behind her back and down to my balls and left it there. I looked at Pucky, admiring the graceful arch in her back and the way her breasts lifted even higher as she stayed bent backwards to fondle my balls while riding me. Elisa followed up with more paint on my legs, close to my balls, but stopping just short and going back again.
“This is my most beautiful painting yet,” Elisa said, “I don’t want it to be anything more than that. Not this time.”
As weird as it all was, looking up at Pucky as she rode me and then at Elisa’s mostly nude body, both covered in various colored streaks of paints, it was a new level of being turned on like I’d never experienced before.
“Now from behind,” Elisa said, scooting back to make room. “With her lying flat, legs together so your hips are slapping up against her ass.”
Pucky didn’t give me a weird look this time, just went for it. As I straddled her from behind, loving the way her curves welcomed me, Elisa took a nice handful of paint and rubbed it along my pelvic bone, again stopping just short of my cock, and then sat back, taking the paint and rubbing it along her breasts. She gave me a look as if granting me permission to begin, which I found so strange yet equally hot. Bringing my cock down between Pucky’s thighs, I helped guide it until I found that now familiar wet opening, slowly slid myself in, and then started thrusting, pounding, and enjoying the feeling of the paint as it splattered across her ass and the sheets.
I put my weight on one arm, the other reaching underneath her to massage her clit as I thrust, and then it started. Pucky was moaning and Elisa was laughing, telling us to go faster, harder, for Pucky to let it all out, not hold anything back.
Pucky screamed and shouted my name. Elisa told her, “More!”
“Ram me!” Pucky shouted. When I did, she yelled, “Ram me with that huge cock! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee.” She gripped the bed, arched her back and held that position as her pussy clenched around me, and then she released, falling limp, and shuddering.
“Now cum on her back,” Elisa said, and looked toward the doorway, “with her help.”
I turned to see Red there, staring at us with her eyes as wide as they could possibly go.
“You want me…?” Red said, looking over her shoulder as if there might be someone else there. “To… finish him?”
“Just with your hand.”
“You all… you’re nuts,” Red said, but she hadn’t left yet. She was looking at me, then Pucky, then Elisa. With a deep breath that caused her ample breasts to rise and fall, very much in my area of attention now, she agreed, “Fine.”
Pucky turned slightly to be able to watch, but didn’t say anything. I found her hand, took it, and squeezed. If she didn’t want this, she would squeeze back, I told myself. Instead, she caressed my hand affectionately, and I slid out of her slowly as Red approached.
Red looked down at my hard cock, nodded, pursed her lips, and said, “It’s a nice cock.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but was glad to see I didn’t have to. She didn’t undress or anything, but simply moved the sheets around so she wouldn’t get paint on her, approached me on the bed, sat cross-legged at my side, then started jacking me off.
The whole thing was so sensual for me, and yet… strange. Red was biting her lip and staring at my cock as if this was her next challenge, but then her eyes flitted up to mine and she smiled, then went at it harder. Elisa was back at her canvas, painting, watching, painting, and I just arched my back, letting it happen, until finally I felt my balls warm, my abs clench, and cum fly out across the paint-covered form of Pucky’s ass and back.
When it was done, Red wiped her hand on the sheets, gave me another grin, and said, “Get some rest, we have training tomorrow,” then walked off.
I fell back onto the bed, spent, before moving over to lie next to Pucky, taking her hand and kissing it. She moved over and kissed me, and then Elisa cleared her throat.
“She’s right, you know,” Elisa said. “This project is complete. I’m not quite sure how to capture it all, but… we should get some sleep. Join me in the next room over.”
“That was amazing,” Pucky said. “Strange as fuck, but amazing.”
I laughed. “You’re telling me.”
We both stood, followed Elisa and heard the sound of running water. There was a shower there, and Elisa was already rinsing, the paint coming off easily enough. She motioned us over, but there was only one shower.
“Don’t be shy,” she said, “not after that.”
We approached, and she made just enough room for us both, then started running her hands along Pucky’s body to help clean her. At first Pucky looked surprised, then uneasy, and finally was loving it. She took the cue and started doing the same for me, and even turned and caressed Elisa’s breasts at one point.
This, of course, made me hard again, but it only lasted a minute before starting to go away, as spent as I was.
When we were all clean and dry, Elisa said she was going to the master suite, but showed us to our rooms. I hesitated at my door, Pucky at hers, and when Elisa was gone she came over and kissed me again, caressing my cock and kneeling to give it a quick kiss. “Good night,” she said to my cock, then stood and kissed me too before saying good night again and going back to her room.
I wasn’t sure if I should follow, but figured that if she wanted to sleep in the same bed, she would’ve come with me. And hell, I was so tired, it probably wouldn’t matter. I entered the room to find a king bed, collapsed into it, and was out.
18
Morning came early, but I was rested and ready to get at it. All the fighting without proper training had worked out in the end, but left me with an uneasy feeling. The ladies had said they’d expected more resistance, more Legends to be waiting for us at the hideout, but I’d already thought it was quite the challenge.
If we were going to face more next time, I needed to know what the hell I was doing out there. I woke up on my own, went to the window to look out over the city, and stared in awe. I’d been here many times before, but staring out at rich houses from the window of a rich house felt completely different. There wasn’t the sense of awe mixed with jealousy when normally seeing houses like this, or the curiosity of what life might be like within. Here I was with
three beautiful, sexually inciting women, and I’d just had the best sleep of my life.
Now I knew—life like this was awesome.
The morning sun still hadn’t fully come over the hill behind us, but it was already casting rays of orange and pink across the clouds above and some of the rooftops nearby. A man in a bathrobe sipped a drink and read from his tablet on a rooftop not so far off, while a woman crossed below walking her dogs. Opening the window, I felt the cool breeze on my face and my senses awakened. It was time to learn how to be a warrior.
The first thing I saw when I turned towards the door was a painting on the nightstand that I hadn’t noticed before. It was actually quite amazing, the way Elisa had captured the sex-fest from the night before. Broad strokes captured our movements, various colors splashed on our bodies in an almost obscure fashion, but there was no doubt what it was depicting… especially by the clarity of a hand on my cock in one place where I was leaning back, the cock painted with the most detail of all the whole thing.
Staring at it, I started to feel uneasy. Had I actually done all of that? The paints and everything, the shower after? And Red… The idea of simply walking out there and acting like nothing had happened seemed impossible. So then there was no reason to act that way, right? I’d strut out and own it, I decided.
Putting on a fresh change of clothes Elisa had apparently left out—or maybe a servant?—I walked out to find that I didn’t have the slightest clue where all the hallways led. It took me a good fifteen minutes to find the dining room, mostly by following the scent of coffee and freshly baked lemon scones.
When I sat down and had my first bite, washing it down with a sip of coffee, I was in heaven. Elisa entered a moment later, carrying a pitcher of orange juice and a bowl of fruit.
“I hope you liked your painting,” she said, setting the fruit in front of me and pouring some juice.
“Yes, about as much as I enjoyed being the study of your art project,” I said, and her eyes darted over to mine, a gentle, caring look to them.
“I’m still learning my side, but you performed yours like a true champion.”
I laughed, hoping I wasn’t blushing too much. “Are Myths always so… forward?”
“We’ve been around longer,” she explained, sitting two seats over and serving herself some fresh strawberries and melons. “You could say there are less inhibitions, or you could say more built-up sexual tension. Probably a case-by-case deal.”
“And with you?”
She smiled without showing her teeth, and then said, “A bit of both, maybe.”
The others entered then, Red grumbling about not being able to open her eyes without coffee, and Pucky looking chipper as could be.
“Good morning, handsome,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek and then stealing one of Elisa’s strawberries. “Hope you rested, it’s going to be a big day.”
“Honestly, I think I’m ready.”
“That so, hotshot?” Red said, sitting on the other side and sipping my coffee.
“Maybe you would’ve rested better if you’d gotten more involved last night,” Pucky said with a laugh.
“I know I would’ve,” Elisa said, looking seductively at me and then at Pucky over her orange juice as she took a sip. “Perhaps tonight? We’ll see how the energy flows.”
Pucky laughed again, taking a scone and nibbling on it. Before even swallowing, she said, “Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“Thanks,” I said, wondering if this directness would ever stop feeling awkward.
“And you, Red?” Elisa said. “Do you think that would help you sleep better?”
“Hmmm?” Red took another sip of my coffee, then stood to go warm it up. “Oh, it’s not that. I was up wondering again why the pizza shop hadn’t been more crowded… I mean, the dungeon below. They were clearly on the move, but where? Why?”
“All answers we’ll have,” Elisa said. “But first, we should be appreciative of the time we have to train up our new Protector.”
I couldn’t help but notice that Red had kind of skirted the question as it related to me and the bed, but knew this stuff was more important.
“Question,” I said, swallowing a bit of melon. “I get that I’m now a Protector—”
“The,” Elisa corrected me. “You’re now the Protector.”
“Er, right. But how does that help, really? I mean, you all are powerful Myths, why does having a Protector help? What makes it different?”
“Maybe you don’t see it yet,” Red grumbled, returning and handing me a full cup of coffee to make up for what she’d had, “but you have the potential to be much greater than any Myth.”
“The fact that you can specialize your class, really advance and add skills, for one,” Pucky added. “But also there’s more to it, such as what we talked about with the spiritual essence of past Protectors helping you, as well as being able to call on the Fae.”
“That last part meaning…?”
“When you reach stronger levels, truly connect with your spiritual side, just that. With their help, Protectors have been known to perform martial moves otherwise thought impossible—”
“Even fly,” Elisa said.
“Not true,” Red said with a scoff, now much more alert. “That’s all lies.”
“Believe what you want,” Elisa said. “I choose to believe it was possible once, and will be so again.” She ate a raspberry, watching me with eyes that seemed to dance across my face. “Some people use other words, not Fae. Many of our brother and sister Myths to the Far East refer to it as qi, while others have their own words for it.”
“Qi actually kinda makes more sense,” I admitted, having watched enough movies to be familiar with the concept. I’d read the term Fae before and knew it had to do with fairies or something like that, but growing up I’d gone through a major phase of kung fu and such related movies.
“Well then, consider it like that, in a sense. As you master your skills and inner self, you will be able to better connect with this energy—spirit energy, qi, some divine source, or Fae magic—in ways regular Myths and Legends can never hope to achieve.”
“But you do use those elements, right?” I asked, glancing over at Pucky. “Like your sister?”
“Riak, yeah.” Pucky scrunched her nose to think, then said, “Some can access it, but can’t harness it like a high-level protector can.”
“And until I’m able to level up, to reach this inner place of super-awesomeness… I’m nothing special, exactly?”
“Just another pretty face and a great lay,” Elisa said, eyes moving to Pucky. “Or so I hear.”
“Right,” I said as Pucky chuckled. “In that case, what do you say we get down to some training? Sorry if I’m eager to be able to kick ass and not worry about getting killed. I’d hate to take away your sex toy.”
“Shut up,” Red said, rolling her eyes. “They joke, don’t get all emo on us.”
“Wow,” was all I could say—that, coming from her.
“No, he’s right.” Elisa stood, taking a scone for the road. “Let’s get to it.”
I was eager, so popped right up, glancing around. “You have a dojo, tennis courts we’ll train in or something? What?”
“We’re not training here,” she said with a grin.
“Oh, I just figured…?”
“No, this is my home but also a safe house. Set up like a fortress, it’s the most secure, but hasn’t been made into the type of training environment you need. You’re going to like this.”
“What?” I asked. “Where?”
“Come on, the car should be waiting.” She was already heading for the door, Pucky standing up ready to follow while Red took her time.
“You all really aren’t going to tell me?” I asked.
All three shared a look, smiled, and Elisa said, “Nope.”
We drove for some time, soon hitting traffic but going off onto the side roads and zooming around streets I didn’t recognize. I was pretty clueles
s, until I saw the Hollywood sign and realized we were in Los Angeles.
“Why here?” I asked. Not that I was opposed to the city, but rarely had a reason to come this far north.
“The real question,” Red said, gesturing out the window as we drove onto a movie studio, then past security for her dramatic pause, “is why here.”
“Fine, yes, this is even more confusing. Are you going to answer?”
She grinned, the other two very amused by it all. Finally, Elisa leaned forward, a hand on my leg, and pointed to one of the large, square buildings. “That stage is where we’ll be doing a lot of your training.”
“On a film stage?” I wasn’t sure if they were messing with me, but loved the idea. The practicality of it was also confusing, but I was open. Hell, the awesome HQ we’d stopped by wore a costume, so why not this.
We parked next to it and started for the entrance, my eyes drawn to several movie stars who I definitely recognized, but couldn’t quite place. The type that were always showing up in movies but weren’t quite big enough to be household names. One or two nodded back, and Pucky said they were Myths.
“Here’s the thing with movie studios,” Elisa said, opening the door to our training facility. “You think they could really do half the special effects they have without some form of magic? No way. I saw Avatar, and could point to the exact moments where magic was necessary. Not magic in that they really made islands float, but magic to get the technology where it needed to be.”
I entered the stage and stared in awe at all manner of movie sets set up in a sort of obstacle course, along with several people that I guessed were stuntmen, lined up with various kinds of weapons.
“Stations,” Red explained. “You’ll run through the obstacle course, going through various simulated experiences, some of which you’ll recognize from movies like Raiders, using actual set pieces.”
“Thought you’d like that,” Pucky said, beaming.
“Yeah yeah, it was her idea,” Red admitted.
“And then fight those guys?” I asked.
