Myth Protector Boxset

by Jamie Hawke

  “What was that?” the old woman said.

  “Let me taste you.” He tried to get a position to look at her, but it was tough with all the demon ladies and his odd position.

  She smiled at him, slapped his ass hard, and said, “Sure, sure. Just one thing first.”

  She motioned again and the demons now had him butt up in the air, face down on her crotch, and she said, “What do you think of this position?”

  His eyes went wide, very aware of the way that his legs were spread open in the air above him, but he just did his best to smile and say, “Bring it on.”

  Hands were on him again, caressing him and stroking him, fingering his asshole, and he knew without a doubt that this was the kinkiest shit he had ever done. College had nothing on this place. She moved forward, gave her pussy to him, and once again took him in her mouth so they were doing a sort of standing 69. The taste of her was like a hot tamale, somehow sweet and spicy at the same time, her heat more natural than any woman, more than any person should be alive with. But he enjoyed it, doing his best to rub his hands along her body and feel the heat. His whole body was twitching now, as he did his best to restrain himself, to hold himself back from cumming. Finally she thrust him back, straddled him and slid her pussy down on his cock. She leaned toward him, smiled and said, “Now you may come.”

  No sooner had the words left her mouth than he arched his back, his whole body going into release, pure bliss, as he shot his wad into her. Over and over again. Then she was laughing, and climaxing at the same time. He looked down to see that it wasn’t only thanks to him, much to his chagrin. The demons had their fingers on her clit, their tongues in her ears and neck and other places, and then, as her moaning subsided, they vanished.

  She collapsed on top of him, holding him as if they were simply two lovers finished with their lovemaking.

  “I believe you and I can have some fun,” she said as she ran her hand along his chest. “Next time, we’ll take it to another level.”

  Chris couldn’t begin to fathom what a new level meant, after what he’d just experienced. They lay in an after-sex sort of haze, feeling the pain, the pleasure, and with him trying to ignore the images, his mind kept flashing back to those demon ladies. Without a doubt, he would have nightmares for the rest of his life. Pleasurable nightmares, but nightmares, nonetheless.

  “So, what next?” he asked.

  “Next? Well, there’s a mission going out soon… I assume you’re interested?”

  He nodded, kissed her on the forehead in case that was the right thing to do, and said, “Yes.”

  “Very well then.” She reached down, tugged his dick hard, then laughed. “When things are ready to go again though, you come back and find me.” Then she stood up and walked off to the adjoining bathroom. He couldn’t help but watch her ass as she went, kind of loving his situation in spite of the insanity of it all.

  He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the thick oak beams crisscrossed above, wondering what sort of mission this would be, and how he was supposed to walk both lines, the line of good, while still pretending to be part of this coven. And after what he’d just gone through, and the hope for more, would he truly be able to?

  A knock came on the door, and it slowly opened to reveal Mirna standing there looking back at him. She motioned for him to come over. He glanced towards the bathroom door, heard the shower running, and jumped up, going over to her with his hands over his crotch. Her eyes ran over his body, the blood and scratches and other strange marks, and she shook her head.

  “You poor boy.” She tried to hold back a laugh but failed.

  “It is what it is.”

  “You heard of this mission?” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “I just heard about it myself, but didn’t know you’d be on it. And well… Be careful out there. And be smart.” Suddenly her eyes darted to the bathroom, she gave him a nod and took off.

  Moments later the old woman walked out, looking as if she hadn’t taken a shower at all, or even been involved in any sort of hijinks with him. She wore a long beautiful gown of dark blue with brilliant green emeralds on both the gown and in her hair. She smiled at him, cocked her head, and said, “Why are you still here?”

  “Oh, I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go.”

  She shooed him away, and so he left. He was still completely nude with his hands over his crotch when he exited through the door, He spotted Mirna at the far end of the hallway, and saw that she was beckoning to him again. He jogged over, passing a couple women in their doorways who smiled his way. and he was very happy to find that she had another outfit for him.

  “The job! Remember what we said.” She quickly handed him the clothes, and then walked off down the stairs, disappearing from sight.

  He quickly put the clothes on right there, and then turned, wondering what he was supposed to do. To his surprise a man stood in front of him with his hands in his pockets, eyeing the floor. “Get your ass downstairs.”

  That’s all the man said, before he turned around and went down the stairs as well.

  Chris wasn’t sure who this guy was, or what was going on, but he decided he would do his best to ignore any of that craziness. Instead, he simply followed the man downstairs where he found a group of six others waiting. Lucky number seven, he thought to himself. They eyed him cagily, but one of them had already filled them all in on what the situation was, it seemed, and he motioned Chris to follow him out the door. Chris noticed the witches ranged in age from what couldn’t have been more than nineteen up to their early forties. Mostly women, but one man besides himself. Not the man he’d seen at the feast downstairs.

  Chris quickly introduced himself to the group, then found himself following them out and down through a passage into the underbelly of the mansion and into an area that seemed to be the basement. However, as soon as the man opened the door into what could’ve been a furnace, it was clear they weren’t going into the basement or some secret passage, but in fact were going to enter a portal.

  Chris still wasn’t sure how he felt about portals, his only exposure to them being through such ideas as sci-fi, ‘beam me up Scotty’ type adventures. Would real magic work the same way? Was he going to be pulled apart and then reassembled on the other side?

  It didn’t sit right with him somehow. But then again, he’d just gone through a hell of a lot to get to this point, both fun and scary. So when the man at his side looked at him and gestured for him to go first, he returned the smile, if that’s what it could be called, and stepped through. It was like passing through a cold bath where the bath disappeared the moment you stepped through. There was a jolt, and then he was there, in a forest.

  While it had been dark when he arrived in the mansion, and night before that, now it was sunset. He had to imagine this was to do with traveling between time zones, but really he had no clue. Watching the other witches appear at his side, he was overcome with an eerie sense of dread, at the idea of these evil beings with their magic out to bring chaos to the world. And he had just fucked one of them. A shiver ran up his spine but then he thought of Mirna, of the others who were working as moles, to help him and the others essentially save the world. He would have to focus on such positive thoughts as that if he was going to make it through.

  “This way,” the man said, leading them through the woods. Chris followed him along the ravine, over a stream, and past what looked like a tower of sorts, old stones crumbling and falling apart at one side.

  “Where are we?” Chris asked the one he learned was Mother Trudy.

  “You can’t tell?” She indicated to the right, past the tower through an opening in the trees where what he could now see looked very much like Stonehenge. He stared in awe, shook his head. No fucking way.

  “Down!” the man shouted, suddenly throwing himself to the ground as a wall of green light flashed over them. It scorched Mother Trudy’s arm as she threw herself out of the way, but hit Chris and the woman behind him without so muc
h as a singe. They both threw themselves to the ground anyway and shared a look of interest as around them a couple of the other witches moaned and groaned, smoke rising from their arms.

  Chris cocked his head as he assessed this girl, her cute little glasses, hair tied up in a bun behind her head. Not bad to look at in the slightest, and she was seemingly enjoying looking at him, too. Had the fact that neither of them been burned by the light meant anything? Perhaps she too wasn’t on the side of evil, and maybe that had been a spell that only affected the bad ones. If that was the case, he thought he’d better pretend to be affected fast, so he rolled over holding his side, and groaning.

  In a flash the other witches were up casting spells. The man led the charge, and Chris moved up behind him fast. Mother Trudy screamed out as she charged past, black robes hiked up. She leapt up as a broom appeared between her legs as she flew up into the sky, then circled around as she threw a barrage of icy spikes toward an unseen enemy in the foliage. Little creatures fell from the trees, some landing on the ground there to lie immobile, and some floating away into the shadows. Chris looked around confused, then some more of these creatures came flying in at him and the others. They had little wings fluttering like hummingbirds, but their bodies were tiny little naked people. Pixies? Fae? The attacks kept coming as the woman with the glasses threw up a counter spell, then a shield that helped to protect her as she clung to Chris.

  She leaned into him. “Stay close to me and we’ll be okay.”

  Chris nodded as he cast a couple of fire spells at tree branches near the Fae, to make it look like he was part of the fight. Meanwhile up above, Mother Trudy was doing her thing, now standing on the broom like it was a surfboard, as she cackled while more spells were cast and more deflected, protecting others from the Fae.

  “What are we doing here?” Chris asked the woman.

  “We found a meeting spot of the Fae,” the woman said. “Rumor has it Snow White herself is going to appear here. They, meaning the Fae, were going to escort her to meet up with the Protector, Red Riding Hood and the others. The witches mean to stop that from happening, and capture Snow White’s area.”

  Chris blinked, still not exactly sure about the idea of these fairytale folk being real. “I see…”

  “Do you?” She pulled him close again, spinning around to get behind a tree as a spell exploded part of it into flames. “I’m with you and Mirna, remember that. We need to figure out a way to stop this from happening.”

  Chris looked down at her hand on his collar, felt the brush of her skin against his neck and licked his lips.

  “Oh my God, you’re as bad as the rest of them.” Still, she leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his, and then grinned. “So am I.”

  At that, she turned back around the tree and cast a few more spells. One of them bounced off a tree and went up to hit Mother Trudy’s broom, knocking it slightly off course. Before she could turn around and see who had cast the spell, Chris and Mirna were running, sprinting along the side of the embankment, throwing out more spells to make it look like they were fighting an invisible enemy.

  Another flash of green light came at them. They threw themselves to the ground rolling to the side, and came up prepared to cast more spells. But there in front of them stood a woman with dark hair and incredibly pale complexion. Rosy red lips, leaving no doubt of who she was. She eyed them, frowned, and was then lifted into the air by a bunch of those little Fae and carried off toward Stonehenge. Chris shared a look with the woman with glasses, and said, “Was that her?”

  The woman nodded, and turned back as Mother Trudy appeared overhead. “You didn’t stop her.”

  Mother Trudy circled around them, eyes narrowing, hands up, as magic started to sparkle around her fingers.

  “Shit,” the girl in glasses said as she threw her own hands up to cast a spell.

  Both cast at the same time, but it was Chris whose magic did the job. He didn’t have much, but he knew about the fire spell on his hands and had thrown at least one fireball, so he ran and leaped, grabbing hold of the broom and casting at the exact same time. As he did that, he reached his other hand to grab Mother Trudy’s robes, and pull her off the broom. Instantly she was aflame, and as she tried to counter the spell, the girl with glasses had hit her with a stunning spell. Both stepped back as Mother Trudy burst into flames.

  The girl gasped, put her hand to her mouth, and then said, “Now!”

  Together they pointed their hands in the direction the Fae had gone and shot as many spells as they could, though for Chris it was mostly streams of fire. At one point he even managed to conjure up a wall of fire that erupted out from him. He never would’ve thought he’d be standing near Stonehenge, shooting out fire spells with the badass hot library-girl at his side and Mother Trudy lying at his feet. He glanced down in deep thought. She was dead, no doubt about that. Meanwhile the girl at his side shouted, “No!”

  Chris didn’t understand why until two other witches and the man arrived. They all looked up in the direction Chris and the girl were shooting spells at.

  “She was here?” the man asked.

  “That way.” The girl pointed in the direction they had gone, but slightly to the left. A bit of truth made the best lie.

  The man nodded and all three took off after her, hoping to catch the famous Snow White. But the girl looked at Chris and smiled. “They’re not going to catch her.”

  “And what does that mean for us?” He allowed a nervous grin. “I don’t mean… us. I mean, what does this mean for the mission? For what we’re doing at the coven?”

  “Trust me.”

  She took his hand and together they ran after the other three, shouting curses and pretending to be irate at the loss of Mother Trudy.

  That was it, as she had said. The Fae had escaped. Snow White was off to meet with the others—with the good guys. And Chris had done his job, played his role in helping to form the teams that would be necessary to save the world. Whatever that meant.

  When they returned to the mansion, one of the women from before introduced herself as Nixie, Mirna’s sister, and told him that she and Mirna would meet him in his room after the festivities.

  “Festivities?” he had asked.

  “We used magic. We fought. Sure, we might have lost technically speaking, but hey… This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we celebrate.”

  Nixie gave him a wink as she walked off, leaving him there to wonder for the billionth time, what the hell had he got himself into.

  He avoided as much of the festivities as he could, but made an appearance. It was the same as his arrival, sodomy galore, men and women going down on each other, fucking like animals on tabletops, and more than once, someone pulling out his cock and playing with it. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the whole thing, and was starting to realize his old ways had been a tad crass.

  Then again, fuck it. He was one of them.

  He took a bottle someone offered him, chugged it down, and watched as magic formed around him; female demons once again appeared from the walls rubbing their breasts along his face and body, caressing him, and he stumbled toward his room. When he closed the door, the demons disappeared. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The Protector had his own mission, one undoubtedly a little less fun than Chris’s. But still, Chris wondered how it was going. How Red, the Swan Princess, Plucky, and the others were doing with his old college buddy who had become the Protector. Chris was excited for him really, but even more excited for himself. This was going to be insane.

  When the knock came on his door, he sat up, wondering if he had drifted off to sleep. He stumbled over to the door, but it opened before he had time to reach it, and there was Mirna and Nixie, both smiling at him, both ready. They pushed their way in and immediately began to strip him, smiling like they were opening their first-ever Christmas present.

  Mirna pressed her lips to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, and whispered, “You did great.”

  Nixi
e was unable to say a thing, because she’d already taken his cock in her mouth. He lay back, letting them work their magic of a different kind, and when Nixie leaned back after a moment of excitement, stroking his cock, he murmured, “I want you both.”

  “What do you think we’re here for?” both girls said at once.

  And so he took them, one at a time at first, then switching back and forth. With a magic wave of Mirna’s hand, he was duplicated. That felt strange. Here he was looking back at himself. And it was like he could feel both sets of experiences at once, feel himself entering Mirna while starting to slide into Nixie’s pussy. When it came time to climax, first both the laides and then him, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Like taking his orgasm and multiplying it. When he finally opened his eyes, his cum was all over the bed. Both girls were moaning, touching themselves and looking at him. They saw him looking back, and giggled.

  “What happened?” he asked.

  “That was just a taste of things to come,” Mirna said.

  “None of it technically happened,” the other girl said. “I mean, after that moment when I was giving you head, the rest of it was all sort of made up.”

  Chris looked at the bed, the mess he had made, and blinked. He couldn’t make sense of it, but he didn’t care. Whatever had happened, it was amazing. The fact that there was the promise of more to come made him smile wider than he had in years.

  “Remember,” Mirna said. “You’re in now. Keep it up, both figuratively and your cock. You’re going to need it with those fucking pervs, and us.”

  “And Hekate should be along soon,” Nixie added. “So… think you can handle it all?”

  “You bet your sexy asses.” Chris licked his lips, nodding. “I can’t fucking wait.”

  About the Author

  Jamie Hawke

  After working on Marvel properties and traveling the world, Jamie Hawke decided to settle down and write fun, quirky, and sexy pulp science fiction and superhero books. Are they all harem? Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhh.