by Jamie Hawke
“Into the car!” she shouted, indicating a black one that I was quick to assume belonged to the agents.
“If they’re FBI or Secret Service or whatever—” I started, turning to see that the agents were confused, but one had started to turn our way.
She took me by the back of my head, fingers gripping my hair, and said, “Sorry to do this,” before thrusting her lips on mine. When she pulled back, her horns were glowing a soft pink and she hissed, “In the car, now.”
No debate this time, I scrambled to do her bidding as fast as I could while she took the driver’s seat. She held up her hand that had been free during our crazy whatever-the-hell-had-happened moment and revealed keys, then quickly stuck them in the ignition and we took off.
“Phone!” she shouted.
“Huh?”
She held out her hand. “Give it, now.”
I handed over my cell, and watched in horror as she crushed it in her hand then tossed it out the window. First, holy shit was she strong. Second… “What the fuck?”
“Traceable,” she said. “They’re the government, remember.”
Damn. I sat back, watching trailers and buildings fly by, totally freaked that she was about to crash the car, unable to comprehend what had happened back there… and suddenly wondered where the hand on my leg had come from. A glance down showed her small hand gently squeezing mine. I followed it up her arm to her head, where the glow on her horns was just fading.
“Now, Jack, I want you to know that I had to get you out of there, to protect you.” She quickly glanced at me, then back to the road to focus. “When this wears off, you’re going to be mad, you’re going to—”
Her horns were back to normal—as relative as that word was in the case with a young woman having horns. Suddenly I burst out with, “WHAT THE FUCK?”
“See, Jack, I’m telling you—” she tried again, but I wasn’t hearing it.
“I don’t know what you did back there, how we got past those guys, or what sort of crazy bullets they were using, and I’m not even sure I want to know what sort of spell you put on me to get me in the car. All I want to know is why the fuck is this happening to me, and how do I get out?”
She moved her hand up my thigh a bit, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I breathed in and out a few times, and then her hand was right at the edge of my package, moving along my inner leg, massaging it.
“I’m not a slut or whatever but I need you to calm down, and I hear males are less focused on all that other stuff when this is going on.”
“No, don’t try to—”
“Jack,” she said, this time gently, seductively, as her hand finally moved up as if accidentally brushing against my balls. I bit my lip, closing my eyes, trying to focus only on that feeling. “Are we good?”
Eyes still closed, everything back there was starting to piece itself together and my mind was coming back to me. I had every right to lose my shit, but right now that wasn’t the best option, not if all of this was real—as I was now pretty damn sure it was—and not if Red and the others were in trouble.
“Are we good?” she repeated, and started to pull her hand away.
“Don’t,” I said, more of a pleading moan than anything. She hesitated, and I opened my eyes, turned to look at her, and said, “Don’t stop.”
She frowned, took the wheel with both hands to turn suddenly and avoid a red light, and then, while going down a side street, reached over and brushed the side of my bulge again. Then she took it in her hand, cupping my balls and running her hand up so that she felt it as my cock grew at her touch.
Her heavy breathing showed that she liked it too, and I reclined my seat so I could enjoy it, but also so I didn’t have to watch her crazy driving. There was no doubt those agents were chasing us and right now I needed answers, not more reasons to worry.
“Okay,” I said, loving the way she was moving as if measuring and loving every inch of me down there. “First, did you teleport?”
“In a sense,” she replied, squeezing my base with her fingers, a shiver running through her. “It’s more like time and place manipulation, which you could call that, but… in a sense.”
“Fine, good enough.” I closed my eyes again, feeling the blood throbbing in my hips, then my cock. I was fully erect now. Oh, god, I wanted her to rip open my pants and jack me off right there. “Second, did you use mind control on me?”
“Only to get you in the car,” she said. “It’s a little thing that happens with… intimacy.”
I opened my eyes and looked down at her hand on my crotch. She froze, noticing.
“Has to be skin on skin,” she said then added, “and no, I’m not controlling you right now. You’d see the glow. Should I… stop?”
“Only if you want to,” I replied. “It’s not like I’m using mind control to force you.”
That came out harsh, and for a moment she paused, hand pulled slightly back, but then she was at it again.
“Third,” I continued, “what happened to the last Protector?”
“Um…” She pulled into an alley while checking the mirrors, and then into a downward-sloping driveway. Her hand kept working, only now it went to my zipper and undid it, then the button—no belt—and she reached in, under my underwear. Her fingers were warm, her touch gentle as she explored the tip of my cock, letting her fingers get to know it, and then she reached down and grabbed it. Another loud breath, and she pulled it out, pretending not to look as she did, but totally staring out of the corner of her eyes. “Died. Just like the one before, and the one before that.”
“Oh, died,” I mumbled as she started stroking me, then leaning over to take my balls in her other hand and start caressing them. Suddenly I was alert and blinked, looking at her in horror. “DIED?”
She shrugged and moved her hand across my balls and kind of juggled them before taking my cock in both hands. “I hope you know that death isn’t a requirement of the job. We discourage it, actually.”
“Oh?” I replied. “And… this?”
Her eyes darted to my cock in her hands, and then her brow furrowed as she pulled her hands free, using one to slap me. “Did you just accuse me of being a glorified hooker?”
“No. Shit.” I glanced down, not sure if I should put it away or what. “It’s just, we’re talking about the job, and you’re clearly doing this to calm me down while telling me I might die, and…”
She put a finger to my lips, stopping me. “Sorry. Sorry for slapping you, sorry for putting you in this situation, and sorry for… jacking you off.”
“Don’t apologize for that,” I said, almost laughing.
“No, I… it was wrong. All of the other Protectors have been women. I’ve used the mind control thing, but only via hand touching and the occasional kiss when in a hurry. Aside from that, no time for relationships. Too focused on keeping us safe, you know? All of this,” she looked down, timidly reached out and took hold of me again, “it’s new to me, and you kept wanting more, so—oh, shit, I’ve fucked this whole thing up, haven’t I?”
I couldn’t help but notice that she was stroking me again. She grinned.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I promised.
She laughed. “What, tell Red? She’s the biggest slut I know. Don’t tell her I said so though! But… yeah.” She laughed then looked down again, worried. “It’s not gonna, like, splurt on me, is it?”
“Only if you keep doing that, and faster. But… we don’t have to get to that point. Remind me again, what’s our situation exactly and what have you fucked up?”
“I’m on your team, you could say. You’re the Protector, the first male since I came on board, and you’re supposed to have a team working with you. It’s how Myths have survived this long, and the only way to keep on surviving.” Her hand was going faster now as she spoke, stroking me harder and with more passion. It was getting hard to focus, but I absorbed what I could.
“Okay, so you and Red are the team.”
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nbsp; “For now,” she said. “You’ll want more, and Red has some ideas of who we’ll need. The Swan Princess, for instance, though the enemy’s been targeting her for a while.”
“The… swan…” My body shuddered, pleasure warming in my thighs, my abs tightening, “… princess?”
“Right. Among others, and….” She stopped, focusing on jerking me off, and said, “Wait, are you close?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Because this is their car. This will be perfect. Turn if you can, to face me. Kinda, yeah, like that.”
She had me on my side, hips kinda in the air, and then she was going hard and fast, and started asking if she was doing it right. I just closed my eyes, moaned, and felt the orgasm hit. My cock throbbed with each release, my hands clutching leather, and then she was slowing, and I was done.
I opened my eyes to the sound of her laughter. She had this look in her eyes like she’d just opened the best Christmas present ever, or went to Disneyland for the first time. But this was far from that. She was excited because, if she were to be believed, she’d just made a man cum for the first time. More than that—she’d managed to move my dick around with the various spurts so that my jizz was all over the back of the car.
“You’re twisted,” I said, laughing.
“What, you didn’t like it?”
“Anytime you want to do that to an enemy’s car, I’m ready,” I said, moaning again as she gave me one last tender caress, and then we exited the car.
“Come on, there’s a safe house nearby,” she said, waiting for me to tuck myself away and stagger out after her. My legs were like jelly, my body still all tingly.
I caught up with her near the end of the block. She suddenly turned and grabbed me, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. Her hands went through my hair, then ran down my back and grabbed my ass, while her tongue explored mine ferociously. When she pulled back, I looked around worriedly.
“What, are they close? Was that to hide us?”
She laughed. “No, I just can’t get that image of your face, the way you looked when you were orgasming, out of my mind.” Her fingers lingered on my earlobe, and she gave me one more quick peck on the lips. “Sexy.”
“Are we like, a thing now?” I asked, as she took me by the hand and led me around the corner. This time she shoved me aside, diving after me as two black cars drove by, pulled a U-turn, then drove down the street where they’d find the car we’d just left for them. “Shit,” I said at seeing this.
“A thing?” she asked, still squatting out of sight in case they returned.
“You know, I mean… I haven’t done this in a while, and the only two girlfriends I’ve had were also the only two hookups I’ve had.”
She scrunched her nose. “Girlfriend… Huh.”
“No?”
“Is that what you want?”
“I… I don’t know. We just met.”
“Exactly.” She beamed. “No labels. Come on.” She was up again, pulling me to dart across the street.
Halfway across the street, however, another black car came swerving around the corner. Pucky was pulling me, time starting to slow—and then it wasn’t and our connection was gone as she stumbled forward, hitting the far curb as the car slammed right into me.
6
Being hit by this car was nothing like I’d expected. As it approached I tried to go faster, to jump or do anything I could to avoid it, but it felt like a magnet pulling me toward it and freezing me in place at the same time. When it made impact, I didn’t go flying and I didn’t roll up onto the windshield.
Instead, the car seemed to go right through me, and then I was inside the limousine-like vehicle, falling into a seat in the rear, time outside seemingly frozen. Sitting across from me was a woman with horns similar to Pucky’s, but longer and twisted, her skin purple. And next to her, staring at me through thick glasses, hair receding but with high cheekbones and broad shoulders, was a man in a suit like the others.
He simply smiled wide, revealing perfectly white teeth—one of them chipped—and said, “You’re welcome,” as he held out a hand for me to shake. At my confused stare, as I desperately looked around, he added, “For saving you.”
“And you are?” I asked.
“Special Agent Torrind,” he said, still holding his hand out. “I run the Bureau that has been set up to ensure the safety of humans, like yourself, against the likes of the one we saw trying to abduct you.”
“And you want to kill them all,” I said. “Why?”
Finally, he let his hand fall, eyebrows furrowing so slightly, it was barely perceptible. “Whatever they’ve told you, you have to realize that it’s them versus us. They are a plague. Toxic to our survival.”
I’d already made up my mind back in the car with Pucky. If there was anything toxic here, it was this fuckface. The doors were locked but oddly, the car still hadn’t moved. His eyes darted sideways to the window, and I thought he was noticing this too, and apparently surprised by that fact. Very interesting.
“There’s still time. You can still reject them, join us.”
“Respectfully, sir, you can go fuck yourself.”
And with that, I bolted for the door, taking the gamble that since he was surprised there had to be something outside of his control going on here. I needed to make an effort to escape. The door apparently wasn’t the problem though, because as I crashed through it I found myself tumbling into a storm of purple fog blowing past me, and that purple woman with the horns was there, walking toward me.
I went to take a step away, somewhere between almost pissing my pants and wanting to scream. But I stood my ground, put up my hands, and shouted. Dammit, this whole thing mom taught me about not hitting women needed to be clarified. Did it apply to werewolves or whatever that Sharon character had been? How about weird horned ladies like this one? I was clearly either out of my mind or I’d been taken to another dimension.
My eyes caught a glimpse of something nearby, a grasping hand in the fog, then it was gone. Petite, one I might have recognized, but couldn’t be sure.
“Jack!” Pucky’s voice caught my ears, sounding distant and scared.
“I’m coming!” I said, charging over toward the spot where I’d seen the hand.
The purple fog intensified, wind blowing strong and fast so that it started swirling around me, and yet I saw that woman with the curved horns as clearly as ever. Suddenly, inexplicably, there were two more dark, almost shapeless forms coming in for the attack.
What the hell was I supposed to do here? I was in some crazy mind-fuck with shadow monsters charging at me. As they grew close their forms morphed, red eyes appearing, hands outstretched and sharp teeth one minute, the look of the dead the next. I had no idea how to fight other than the stupid kung fu class my mom had made me take when I was in junior high.
But I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down, so I continued running, charging right for them. As I did, what little I knew came back to me and I jumped, attempting a flying kick. It probably looked stupid, but apparently that wasn’t what mattered because a force within took over and flung me, straightening my leg and causing green energy to fly from my foot as I made contact. The dark form fell back, exploding as it hit the ground and leaving behind a faintly glowing green light that eerily was sucked into me.
I landed, wondering what the fuck had just happened then turned, more ready than ever to take on the next opponent. This dark form doubled in size and made a horrible screeching sound as it tried to come at me, but I was confident now. Somehow I’d beaten the first one, and this one was going down too. When I attacked, that green light came out, stronger now, and a guiding force took my fist, connecting with a substance that felt cold and liquid. The darkness exploded, more green light sucking into my body, and then I saw the hand again, reaching for me through the fog. I grabbed it.
My surroundings instantly faded, all purple fog and any sign of that purple-horned lady gone. Instead there I was at Pucky’s
side, her hand in mine, that black car skidding to a stop ahead of us as other cars drove around it, trying to avoid a collision. No such luck for them, but great for us—three cars all hit at once. We ran, ducking into a side street. We found the back door of a restaurant and ran through.
“I thought you said safehouse?”
“That’s right. A safehouse doesn’t have to be an actual house. How obvious would that be?”
“Oh.” I felt kinda stupid. She turned and led me down a hall, past a kitchen entrance where a man on a wooden crutch who looked like a pirate walked by and nodded at us. Another Myth, I imagined, though I was thinking that he had to be Long John Silver, the cook from Treasure Island, so was confused.
“Pirates… aren’t all bad?” I asked.
She shook her head, stopping to scan her hand on a section of wall that looked like all the rest. A green light flashed then faded, and a door appeared.
Apparently, that’s all the answer I was getting on the matter. She led me into a darkened room with a dim orange glow. The walls had images on display, even Excalibur, but when I approached to see and maybe even touch them, they turned out to be projections—not really there. There was a bench on one side of the room, a nicely-made foldout bed, and a bookshelf with several books, mostly fairy tales.
“So… back there.” I turned to her, waiting for an answer. She had a screen open next to the door, inputting information. Probably who we were and when we’d arrived, I assumed.
“Purple mist?”
“You know, then? It was real?”
She nodded, finishing up and looking my way now. “They basically pulled you into another world, or more like a place between the two worlds, that’s more heavily influenced by the other side.” She went to the opposite wall, sliding her finger along sections that made screens appear with images of the streets and walls nearby. “No sign of them, but… damn, that was close.”
