Myth Protector Boxset

by Jamie Hawke

  The street was decorated for the holidays, though now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember if it was time for the holidays. With all the chaos he’d been through recently, everything that led up to him being tasked with this mission to join the coven and all, he had lost track of time; of everything really.

  To be honest, he hated the holiday season. In his previous life before all this had started he would have been out there with his friends going through the motions of celebrating, but when they’d been out driving along in the car, Christmas songs blaring at top volume on the radio, he’d always been the one in the backseat trying his best to ignore it all. So now when Onnet eyed Starbucks as if considering stopping there, he walked right past, took her firmly by the arm, and pulled her along.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Onnet asked, pulling her arm away.

  “We have a mission,” he replied. “We need to focus.”

  “He’s right,” Spectra said.

  Onnet eyed them both, shook her head with a sigh, and said, “Fine.”

  She motioned him to follow again, making her way to the alley between the Starbucks and the next building over. At first, Chris thought she was going to simply lead them into a different entrance to get her coffee, but when he noticed the slight glow of purple emitting from her fingertips, and a matching glow on the wall into the alley, it made sense. She was leading them to a secret door, a portal of sorts.

  She turned back, saw him staring at her, and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Are you ready for this?”

  “Girl, I was born ready.”

  She just stared at him, eyes narrowing, then shook her head. With a wave of her hand, the door formed and then she pushed against it. Purple light gave way to heavy shadows.

  “After you,” Onnet said.

  Chris nodded, stood tall, and strode forward into the portal. It didn’t feel like any portal though. He wasn’t whisked away or taken on some grand adventure. Instead he was simply standing in darkness. A second later, Spectra bumped into him.

  “You’re supposed to keep walking,” Spectra hissed. As she was still pressed against him, he turned and pulled her in even closer, smelling her beautiful scent of nutmeg and cinnamon. Perhaps a little too Christmassy for him though. “Is this where it starts?” he asked. “A bit odd, kinky even, but I’m good to go.”

  “What the hell do you think is happening here?” Spectra asked, giving him a push so that he stumbled back and away from her, hitting a wall.

  “Just keep walking,” Onnet said. “We’ll be there soon enough, and then you can have all the fun with the others that you want.”

  “Did I miss something?” Chris asked.

  Onnet laughed as she brushed past him in the darkness, an eerie sound considering he couldn’t see her at all. “Did you miss something? Considering we both know that you’re only here to infiltrate the coven, to steal our secrets… Yeah, I think you missed a lot.”

  “But you’re on my side…”

  “We are. However, we belong to the coven. It’s hard to describe, but imagine somebody wanted to enter your body and do weird things in there… that sounds wrong. But you get the point.”

  “You’re saying that I’m entering your body and you don’t want me to…?” He shook his head, then laughed nervously. “I’m sorry, I haven’t entered anything, yet.”

  Spectra’s response came from a distance now, and he realized he’d been left behind, as she said, “Nor will you. But the analogy is sound.”

  He jogged in the direction of her voice hoping he wouldn’t trip, and started to see a light, along with their silhouettes ahead. Realizing these two were kind of a lost cause, he slowed to a brisk walk. Soon he had caught up with them and they were walking through what appeared to be a forest. Evergreen trees brushed against his face, and he felt a cool breeze gently ruffling his hair, telling him that he was outdoors, but this was a completely different outdoors to the one he’d been in before. Indeed while it had been day just now, here it was night. Distant music sounded and he looked up to notice dim lights in the sky. But as he got closer, he realized they were windows. It looked like there was a large mansion up ahead of him.

  “This is it,” Onnet said, indicating the house. “This will be your home until you succeed, or they find you out and eat your heart.”

  “But you’re not going to rat on me, right?” he asked.

  “We’re loyal,” Spectra said.

  “Meaning…?”

  Spectra pulled him around, so that he was looking down at her, staring into her hazel eyes. “Meaning, you can trust us not to betray you. You can’t trust me to kneel down and suck you off right here, but I’m sure you’ll find plenty of that in the coven.”

  He swayed back and forth on his feet uneasily, the image of her taking his cock in her mouth very clear in his mind. Trying to ignore that, he asked, “How are we going to do this? I waltz right in there, and ask them to train me?” He looked back up at the mansion, and laughed uneasily. “Or is there like, I don’t know, a Hogwarts letter or something I need?”

  Onnet let out a deep sigh. “Someone on the inside will meet you. And… you’ll need a couple of spells to make do. You can handle that, right?”

  “Actually, I’ve never learned magic,” Chris admitted.

  “That’s on me, then.” Spectra stepped up to him, hand on his cheek, and looked like she was about to kiss him but instead whispered, “Pay close attention,” then began to chant. It was a soft chant, and as she did so Chris felt a surge of power—energy, and heat rising up within him. At first, he thought it was just the surge of blood below, his cock feeling like it was going to explode. But then it was everywhere, that exact same sensation taking over his body. He felt like he could conquer the world, and when he lifted a hand he saw little flames dance along his fingertips. To his surprise, it didn’t hurt one bit.

  “You’re just going to give it to him, like that?” Onnet asked.

  Spectra closed her eyes to concentrate, then said a couple more words in her chant. Finally, she opened her eyes and turned back to Onnet. “Without it, he wouldn’t survive.”

  “What a shame that would be,” Onnet said.

  “Listen, you want me to succeed, or you want good to win at least, right?” Chris asked Onnet. “So what’s up with the bullshit?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re kinda being a big bitch.”

  Onnet stepped toward him, hand up with tendrils of blue ice leaking out from her fingertip and moving close toward him. Spectra stepped between them, a flash of her hand making the ice disappear.

  “She’s bitter, that’s all,” Spectra explained. “If we meet again, pretend you don’t know us. For your own safety, as well as ours.”

  “But mostly for his,” Onnet said.

  Chris nodded, turned toward the mansion, and froze. “So, to be clear, I can do some magic? How?”

  Spectra stepped up to his side, pulled her arms across her chest, and said, “Just do it.”

  “So, Nike had the answer all along.”

  Spectra chuckled, then nodded. “You don’t think a company becomes that successful without a little magic, do you?”

  He hadn’t thought of it like that. Moviemakers, the president, and anyone else out there who had been super successful might have had a little bit of magic to back them up. He nodded, thinking that kind of made sense.

  “But my spells are limited?”

  “Very,” Spectra replied. “But you know, try some things. If you want to cast a fireball, imagine it, and make it so. You have magic, but it’s limited to your imagination and will.”

  “And if I believe I could do anything?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “That would be irrational, and definitely not very smart of me to give you all of my magic. There’s a ceiling, for sure.”

  He looked at her anew, wondering if that meant that she’d actually had to give some of her power to him. If so, he appreciated her on a
whole new level. With a nod of thanks, he stepped away from them, walking toward the mansion. It was time to begin his training, or whatever the hell it was he was going to do in the witch’s coven. Mostly, he was excited to see more hot witches.

  Chris gave the annoying women one last glance before walking toward the mansion. He really had no idea what to expect, except that he’d been told he would go to a coven. He had the impression that he would find himself some very attractive women who would quickly take him into their confidence, and then some.

  So far, based on what he’d been through with the two he was now leaving behind, he was starting to have his doubts. He walked up to the massive door, where he stopped for a moment and tilted his head to take in the splendor of the large building. Massive stone columns stood on each side of the door supporting the huge arch overhead that stood twice as tall as himself.

  Very extravagant. Very unnecessary.

  In many ways, it was like any house he might find in rich neighborhoods such as Bel Air, Beverly Hills, or even where his own parents lived in La Canada Flintridge. Yet, there were signs that only the trained eye could spot. For example, the runes etched on the upper inside of the doorway. Protective ones, he imagined.

  He was supposed to be part of this world now, and had been told he should enter as if he now belonged. So he opened the door. It wasn’t locked as he had expected it might be. Not even protected by some spell to repel him and throw him across the yard, or even make him burst into flames.

  Nothing happened.

  Inside was a massive entryway with a spiral staircase on each side. Large vases lined the walls. A chandelier hung slightly off balance it seemed, or maybe that was a distortion caused by the lighting, which was quite dim aside from a flickering light that came from the room to his right, where he assumed candlelight must be providing the glow. As he had no idea what else to do, he went in that direction.

  With each step, he started to finally question what the hell he was doing. This wasn’t exactly English 101, or his high school PE class, areas he felt he excelled at, and wouldn’t have minded simply strolling into as if he belonged.

  This was a witch’s den. Each one of these men and women in here could likely spy him out, learn that he was a mole by reading his mind or something. Maybe they would turn him into a frog. Yet he had a duty. He had made a promise. He was going to do his part. And hell, he’d had a taste of this, and that meant no going back.

  He knew that the others would join him again soon, though he certainly wished they’d been able to accompany him in the first place. He thought it was the way Hekate had tantalized him before, drawing him in with talk about what it might be like to be part of the coven, and then promising to make sure that he would be able to complete the mission. Unfortunately, she’d been called off to other duties. He looked forward to finding out what those were, and why she found it worth her time to go after them, instead of ensuring his safety. Regardless he walked forward and found himself at the entryway to a room filled with candles.

  For the first time since his departure, he found himself very happy to be in this situation again. For one, what he was looking at was a living room surrounded by half-burned-down candles, and in the center of the room was a woman lying flat on her back, arms and legs spread out in the middle of a pentagram drawn around her. A magical light was flowing around her nude body forming the shape of a man, bits and pieces and all, with his cock of light going in and out of her. Chris stared dumbfounded, amazed, and loving life.

  A woman moaned, and he turned to see that there were others in the room who he hadn’t noticed at first. One woman lay on a couch with another woman’s head buried between her legs, both completely nude. There was a man pressed up against the wall getting a blowjob, his fingers in the woman next to him who was heavily engaged in kissing another woman. They were caressing each other’s breasts. And more.

  Chris stood there for a moment, unsure exactly what to do. He licked his lips and smiled, then quickly undressed, tossed his clothes to the side of the room, and entered. Hell, the best way to stand out here would be to walk around with his clothes on, so he figured he fit right in like this. Judging by the way his cock was standing at attention, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. A woman stepped up beside him, hand cupping his balls, while her other hand snaked around to the side of his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss his earlobe, before running her tongue along his neck and back to his ear. She whispered, “That was dangerous.”

  He went rigid, then turned, grabbed her bare ass and pulled her close as he kissed her, pressing his lips to her mouth, allowing his tongue to play gently with hers, and then moving his lips down to her neck. Between kisses he whispered, “And you are?”

  “Your new best friend.”

  The woman was still massaging his balls, but moved her hand up to his shaft and started stroking. As she did, she guided him to the corner of the room. There she pressed him up against the wall and slid his cock between her legs. The candlelight lit up her features and Chris had to force himself to breathe, she was so gorgeous. Full lips that formed a bit of a pout—the type he could easily envision around his cock. Round, innocent eyes, and blonde hair pulled into pigtails. Her breasts were perfection, smaller than some might like but exactly the sort of perky he liked best. Enough to have fun playing with, but not so much that they got in the way. He reached out, hand between her legs over the base of his cock to feel her completely shaven pussy. It was so smooth, though, that he had to think maybe it was waxed.

  She licked her lips, pressing up close. Making it look like they were fucking, but actually not, she leaned into him, let out a fake moan and held him tight. “Listen, Chris, right? I don’t want you to get killed your first day. My name is Mirna, and I’ll be your person on the inside.”

  “On… the… inside?” Chris could hardly concentrate on anything she was saying, her wet pussy sliding up and down along his cock, well… Anyway.

  “Hekate told you I’d be here, yeah?”

  He nodded, moaning.

  His hands ran up her back, then one slid around to the front to cup her breast, and he was kissing her again.

  She pulled away, chuckled softly, and kissed him back with her lips nibbling on his. “This is part of the charade,” she whispered. “You realize that, right?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “We need to talk, but not here.”

  He grabbed her ass squeezing tight, lowering himself to a better angle to let his cock slide in, and said, “Anywhere you like.”

  She pulled away. Stepping to his side, she took his hand. “Good. Follow me.”

  He followed, but was in a daze. All of his blood seemed to have rushed to his cock, and all he wanted was release. With her.

  As they passed the others, nude groups making love, strange light swirling around them, he had to wonder if he was high. He had to ask himself if this was really happening or if it was just a dream, a strange trip thanks to his friend, or some crazy trick they were playing on him. But he watched the woman’s ass as she led him out of the room and knew there was no way that could be anything but real.

  He tapped it playfully, and she giggled, but when she looked back her eyes did not show playfulness. He frowned, confused, following her up the stairs to the right, into a hallway, and then to the first door on the left. It seemed to be some sort of closet, though it was twice as large as any closet he’d ever seen. Hand still in hers, he tried to pull her close, but she resisted.

  “You need to focus.” Her eyes roamed over him, down to his engorged cock. “But that’s not going to be possible, is it?”

  “I’m very focused.”

  “Yes, just, maybe not where you should be.” She studied him for another moment, then her gaze moved back up to meet his, and she said, “Do you want to take care of it?”

  “Wouldn’t you rather?”

  She smiled, shook her head. “I’m going to do this fast. Not for me, not for what you think it is,
but to get your mind where it needs to be. We have a lot of work to do here. All of this,” she gestured around and pointed at his cock, “this is icing on the cake.”

  “Whatever you want to call it.” He chuckled.

  She sighed as she stepped close. Her smooth hand took his cock in her hand and began stroking hard and fast. Oh God was it hard, and oh God was it fast. He wanted to reach out for her, to ask her to lie down or ride him right there against the wall. Instead, all he could do was moan for a second, before releasing all over the closet floor. As fast as that, it was done.

  “Oh my.” He twitched again, staring at his feet and the mess on the floor. “I swear, it’s usually not that fast.”

  “With me, it is if I want it to be.” She took her hand and wiped it along his chest. “Now that that’s over, let’s get down to business.”

  He glanced down at his slowly softening cock, and said, “I might not be able to…”

  “I mean real business.” She stepped close. “Listen, did they teach you any magic? You know how to do anything that will make it at least feasible for you to maintain this cover?”

  He nodded, held up his hand, and did the fiery finger thing.

  “Good.” She eyed him. “Look, you’re going to have to get in with the inner circle. I haven’t been able to crack them, but I’m not a man. Some of them prefer male witches, warlocks if you want to call them that, and you have a better chance. But if you’re only thinking with this,” she said, flicking the tip of his cock playfully, “you won’t get very far. You need to be smart about this, and then work that magic.”

  “You’re saying you just jacked me off so that I wouldn’t be distracted by their beauty? I mean, so that, I could focus on getting in good, not getting in their panties.”

  She laughed and nodded, then frowned at the way his eyes were roaming over her body again. “It doesn’t seem to have worked.”

  She took him by the shoulders, turned him around, and showed him a rack of long black robes. She said. “I’ll go downstairs and get rid of your other clothes.”