“I-.” Logan began, but the hiss grew into a chatter of anger that cut him off and a single deep voice spoke from the haze.
“The glory of gods will be your folly, manling. Seek not those exalted heights and Pythia’s Heir will appear to you. A throne is emptying, and the heavens above cry for another lost son.”
“What-.”
“One led the Legions, but a second Falls… taking up the mantle. He will dry the river and lead the legions of dead past our gates and into the realms of living. The price for passage given Crown-wearer: no son born from a union of love will carry thy name.”
Logan kept his lips sealed, sensing the dark amusement from the Sentinels every time they interrupted him. Glancing over at the witches, Evelyn motioned for him to continue.
“Where-.”
“Passage is paid, the River… awaits.”
Logan’s frustration flashed into anger. The pressures of command, as well as his fears for his friend had frayed his nerves to the point he lost control for an instant. Temper flaring, he might have hit the other-worldly beings if doing so wouldn’t have ended his life; instead he grips his hands into fists so tightly the nails dug into the palms and a deep groan of anger arose from his throat.
For an instant, his thoughts went cold and remote and his gaze pierced the veil surrounding the beings. Instead of being hideous and ancient looking creatures as their voices hinted at, Logan saw children. Small beings of light, their inner glow was silvery, like that of the goddesses, but faint.
“You will answer my questions,” he growled, fixing each with a firm stare and seeing the sly grins melt into shock as he met all seven sets eyes and finally settle on the eldest. “What is Simon? And how do I get him free?”
“Pythia’s Heir sits in the center of the map, but you will not find him…” the girls voice trailed off weakly as she saw Logan’s eye flash once again, and not the golden one. “What are you… Crown-wearer? No… more, I think… Will you keep my sisters and I trapped forever, Crown-wearer?” Her sibilant hiss suddenly took on an air of flirty, playfulness that caused the hairs to rise on Logan’s neck and arms. “Perhaps your touch will finally give my sisters and I the…. Mhmmm… release, we’ve always wanted. Come, Crown-wearer… are we not the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen?”
The godling, or whatever it was, shifted in Logan’s perception, the teen girl growing so heart-breakingly lovely that his fingers trembled. A vision of beauty couldn’t break the bonds he’d forged with the women behind him, and Logan made fists of his shaky hands and dropped his brows into a glower of anger, masking the desire swirling in him.
“Thank you for the answers,” Logan said with sincerity, then with a difficulty he hadn’t expected, he uttered a single word of power and for a wonder the magics worked for him. “Begone.”
The Sentinels of the Damned, Speakers of the Dead, daughters of gods long forgotten and lost to time, laughed a merry sound as they faded from Logan’s vision, taking the alien-remoteness with it as well. When he turned around, every set of eyes were staring at him in an array of expressions.
Chapter 14
The witches looked awed, and a touch scared, while the dark elves just looked terrified. The high elf looked as though all her suspicions about the human’s wicked nature had been confirmed, while Becca and Dr. Ngyuen were staring at Logan as if he could do no wrong. The little demon girl’s red eyes sparkled with interest as they watched him from the shadows, and he thought he detected a hint of fear in her alien features.
“What you did shouldn’t have been possible,” Meryl said, her dark curls rustling as though a nervous bird moved around inside. “Not even the Gods can command Sentinels.”
“How long until you can open a gate?” Logan asked, then remembered his dream from the night before. “And do I guess right; I can only bring four through with me?”
“Yes… how did you know that?” Meryl asked, her unease obvious, but Logan ignored the question and turned to the others arrayed around the room. “I’ll leave it up to you to decide who accompanies me. But that one,” he pointed at the nearly invisible demon-girl, “is coming.”
“Why her?!” Iyllia asked with a sneer for the little demon.
“Because I saw it in a dream.” He looked around at the questioning faces but gave no more answer than that. “Be ready to go by the time I get back. Dr. Nguyen, you’re with me.” The older woman gave a start and jumped to her feet.
“Where are you going?” Evelyn asked.
“To Simon’s. We’ll need something with his scent, just in case.”
“It will take us two hours to set up the ritual,” Meryl said. “That should give them enough time to wrangle a team together.”
“You’re not going?” Eris asked the little dark elf.
“Too close to Hell,” Meryl said with a shiver. “And that place has been trying to trap me for millennia, no thank you.”
“What should we do about that one?” Gwen asked with a frown of distaste for the little demon who crouched in a dim corner glaring at everything.
“Leave her be,” Logan said softly. “Can’t you see how heart sick she is?”
The three witches blinked rapidly as they glanced over at the demon, but their frowns never shifted.
“I’m not sure about that.” Evelyn said.
“Doesn’t matter,” Logan said. “Just keep her here and safe til I return. I need her to help find Simon.”
While Becca and the other ladies were debating who should accompany him, Logan fired up the Triumph and Dawn swung up behind him. He could tell the woman was distracted with worry for her son, but if she was going to be staying with his body, it would be good she had a change of clothes and her own pillow at least. He wasn’t sure if something with his friends’ scent would even help find him, but it couldn’t hurt.
“You’ve been reading the book!” Dawn called forward, her arms wrapped tight around his waist and her soft, heavy breasts pressed to his back. “I saw you using its theories during the crisis. Decisive leadership and momentum… You did excellent! One thing,” Her voice dropped as he pulled to a stop at a light and her grip on him tightened. “You should learn to employ your… appeal when dealing with a room of women like that. The affect you have on them is… fascinating.”
“What do you mean?” Logan asked as the light changed and they took off.
“The pale… elf? The one with the blonde hair… I did not know when you mentioned other races how incredibly… gorgeous they’d be. Anyway, she took her direction from you as easily as that dark-skinned one with the big breasts, though she glared and frowned the entire time, her body language was the same. Her mind is telling her she hates you, but the body has its own truths.”
Logan pulled to a stop in Simon’s driveway and keyed off the ignition. He was about to swing off the bike, but Dawn held him in place for a second.
“Thank you for what you did for my son,” her arms gripped him tight as he could hear the emotion in her voice that she tried to suppress. “And for offering to help him. I can’t ask you to do it… it would be too cruel, but I will… Oh god Logan, I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose my baby!”
Logan twisted around and pulled the woman into the circle of his arms. She sobbed against his chest, her tears flowing freely, hands gripping his shirt tight. One of the Simon’s neighbors poked her head out of her house and glanced over with a frown that melted into a blushing smile when Logan glanced over. Then her smile shifted into an ‘O’ of shock and he realized his golden eye must be visible.
“Let’s go inside,” he said, helping the woman off the bike.
“I’m sorry, I’m just a blubbering mess. Hi, Helen!” She waved at the neighbor. “Nosey old bat…”
The woman grumbled under her breath as they entered the house. Dropping her keys, Dawn stood lost for a moment until Logan rested a hand on her shoulder. Then the woman whirled in his arms and pushed him back against the cabinets, her hot lips seeking his as her han
ds fumbled beneath his shirt and began tearing at his belt.
“Please, just help me forget the pain… just for a bit… I dream about you all the time… every night... Please!”
Logan gave into his own desire, arms circling his friends’ mother’s waist, he bent her back as their lips met. Tongues dancing together as their hands fumbled, freeing their clothing. Dawn’s hands were desperate, and Logan could sense the need within her. Desperate to feel anything good, the woman’s fingers fumbled free his manhood, and he tore aside her panties.
Picking her up, her whimpers filling the kitchen along with the wet sounds of their passionate kisses, he dropped her ass on the kitchen table and was inside her sopping wetness a second later. The MILF fell back, her ankles hooking around Logan’s ass as she hauled him in and out of her tightness.
“Oh, god… right there!... Right there!”
Gripping the woman’s hips, he watched her massive breasts swaying in her thick bra and top, and her expression tense up as her nails dug into his arms. His cock was hard as steel as her tightness gripped him and her body went stiff. Dawn shivered as the orgasm passed through her body and sagged onto the table, Logan stilling within her.
The older woman pulled herself up and dragged the young man’s lips to hers. Her kisses even hotter and more desperate than they had been before as she slipped forward and reached down to stroke his big dick.
“Let me do this… please, I need to taste you.”
“Top off,” Logan growled, as his best friend’s mom dropped to her knees before him.
The MILF smiled in pleasure as she unbuttoned her top and tugged it free of her skirt. Watching his face closely, she unhooked and let her heavy bra drop to the kitchen floor. Logan’s eyes went round as he took in their heavy sway, and the puffy, pale pink areolas capping each glorious breast and Dawn smiled in happiness.
The woman put all thoughts and worries out of her mind. The afterglow of her orgasm still filled her with euphoria, but the thick cock hanging before her lips had filled her mind every night these past couple weeks. Logan’s sigh of pleasure as she ran her thick lips over the head, spurred her on, and soon her tongue joined in.
The woman’s hands reached around and pulled on Logan’s ass, her dark eyes meeting his and crinkling at the corners in a grin of hunger. He could only watch in awe as most of his dick slipped down her throat, the tightness incredible, and then she pulled him back and urged him to drive forward again.
“Mhmmm…. Yes… take it,” Logan moaned, his voice joining that of the slobbering and whimpering woman whose face he was gently fucking.
Dawn had dreamed of this the past couple night, using her dildo to stretch her throat. The discomfort only made her pussy ache all the harder, and the sight of Logan’s face frozen in awed bliss had her on the verge of orgasm.
He let loose the bonds that kept him in check, as he had with the woman when he’d tapped into his demonic blood. Dawn moaned, as the young man’s dick drove in and out of her mouth. Sucking for all she was worth, her throat was pounded again and again by his insistent cock and then she felt his legs tensing and with a hungry groan, drove forward so his dick filled her throat.
“Cumming,” Logan moaned as Dawn’s throat worked, the spasming muscled milking every last drop of his cum.
Dawn wasn’t done though, sucking hard she didn’t release his cock until it was thick and throbbing again. Eager to drink down another mouthful, Logan had other ideas.
Hauling her up and spinning her around, he bent her over and thrust into her in one go. The MILF cried out in shocked pleasure and gripped the wall with one hand and the back of a chair with the other, her massive breast swinging beneath her as Logan took her with insistent strokes. The sound of her ass slapping against his hips, and their rapid grunts, grew as they neared their pleasure.
When Logan finally exploded in the woman’s soft pussy, she was barely standing, her legs a quiver from a half dozen small orgasms that reached their crescendo as his seed flooded her womb. Staggering to her feet, she fell back into Logan’s arms and rested her head on his chest.
“Thank you… I needed to feel something good.”
“I needed that too,” Logan said, feeling more clearheaded than he had in hours. “Come on, let’s get the stuff and head back. The gate should be open soon.”
“I’ve been thinking about what those things you spoke to…” she gave a shudder before going on, “said about, Simon.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
“They called him Pythia’s heir. Do you know the tale of the Oracle?”
“No,” Logan said, pulling his pants on and belting them as the woman bent low to pick up her bra. His manhood gave a brief twitch of desire when he saw her massive breasts hanging down, but he schooled his thoughts to concern for his friend and listened with interest.
“Pythia was Apollo’s highest ranked priestess. She was slain by Apollo and left to rot. Delphi was the location of her death, or some tales tell it. And it was her decomposing body that the priestesses would inhale to see their visions… members of my family have been prone to madness and mental illness. My own mother spoke in riddles when she wasn’t raving. That’s part of the reason I studied psychology in the first place… If what they say is true… what could it mean?”
“I don’t know,” Logan said with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as several clues fell into place. “But we should tell Evelyn and the others.”
“I think they already suspect,” Dawn said. “I’m going to grab a blanket and change of clothes. Meet you back here in five.”
Chapter 15
Logan found Simon’s room and packed a small bag for his friend, careful to keep everything neat and orderly. Unhooking the lucky rabbit’s foot that hung from Simon’s desk chair, Logan figured it would be good enough to get a scent, or maybe use in a fetish to find the boy. Turning to go, he spotted Simon’s notebook, filled with carefully annotated details of his game. On impulse he stuffed it into the backpack along with Simon’s laptop and ran down to meet Dawn.
When he arrived back at home, he found Becca pacing the living room with a “put-out” looking Iyllia. The brunette hurried over when Logan came in, her expression tight with eager excitement.
“Eris said the gate will open for only a few seconds. Syn’s getting ready in your room. Jex’Amina is going to stay with the witches, and so is Meryl,” Becca let out a snort of laughter. “You should have seen her trying to wiggle her way out of coming.”
“Why didn’t she want to come?”
“Turns out there’s no magic in the underworld,” Becca said with a wink.
“Who’s all coming then?” Logan asked.
“Syn, Dystra, Iyllia and me of course. I hope you weren’t planning on leaving me behind.”
“Never,” Logan said, he glanced back at Dawn, but his friend’s mom had slipped into the seat beside Iyllia and was gently probing the pale skinned elf with questions. “I’m going to pack.”
“Don’t take too long!” The tense excitement in the brunette’s voice followed him down the hall, and he heard her booted feet take up their pacing once more.
Poking his head in the ritual room, he saw the three witches and Meryl hunched over a large black tome. The dark elf was gesticulating wildly, her voice especially acerbic and she spoke as though explaining to children, and stupid ones at that.
“No, no, no! The third quadrant bisects the second and fourth, it isn’t interwoven!”
The witches wore patient expressions, but he could see the twitch of muscles around one of Eris’ eyes as the redhead gripped her skirts to keep from saying something that would set the ancient sage off even more. When she noticed me pop my head in, the witch flashed a grin of relief and hurried over.
“Get me away from that one before I tear her hair out!” Turning back to her sisters she said, “I’ll prepare the warding’s. Let me know when you’ve figured things out.”
Gwen and Evelyn sh
ot the redhead looks of longing, as Meryl began her explanation again and Eris bustled Logan before her and slammed the door shut.
“Everything’s good?” Logan asked.
“Oh yes,” The witch said, pushing a thick strand of curly locks over one ear and letting out a great sigh. “Well, a few complications, but nothing we can’t handle.”
“I hear there’s no magic in the underworld. I guess one good thing is we won’t have to fight it.”
“That’s not entirely true,” Eris said, popping into her room and grabbing a bag of clinking bottles. “The energy of the worlds flows through the Underworld, but neither living nor dead may touch it. Think of Earth and Fae like an egg. This world would be the yolk, and Fae the egg white. Purgatory is the shell that holds everything together. It touches upon both yolk and white, but nothing passes through, that it doesn’t allow… typically.”
“What’s outside the shell?”
“The realm of gods and dragons,” Eris said with a shrug. “Even with my new gifts, I know very little about it.”
“I have your bag packed, Sire,” Syn said, holding the bedroom door open for him.
“Thank you, just give me a minute, please.”
The witch and warrior had been about to push into the room with him, and from the considering looks the pair were sharing, had more than talking or packing on their minds. He needed some peace and time to think, though. Flipping the lock, he sat down on his bed and dropped his head into his hands and let out a long, slow exhalation. Closing his eyes, Logan offered a silent prayer to any who might listen to look over his friend.
Rising, he took up the baldric of his sword and slung it over his shoulders and slipped the belt through its buckle. The weapon felt heavier than usual, as he moved to leave. The previous adventures had been important but now the life of the best friend he’d ever known hung in the balance and there could be no room for errors.
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