Tony and the Buccaneers: Tony Johnson Novel 01

by D. R. Rosier

  I grinned and said with faux confidence, “Well then, we should be good. After all, nothing is ever complicated with us. I’m sure they will not only forgive her, but let her keep her council seat, and perhaps sing happy songs together.”

  Jenna snorted, “You are crazy, you know that right?”

  I just nodded, obviously I was. I was also very turned on by the idea of being with Amara. She was fun, a good friend, and absolutely gorgeous. I supposed we even already had close relationship, we’d just never crossed the line into intimacy, so it wasn’t a hard leap to make in my mind. The question was, how did she feel about it, and how would Lia and Sharon get along with her?

  It seemed that at least I wouldn’t have to worry about jealousy. There was something to the magic and bonds that seemed to negate that. Still, that was just one complication out of many possible ones. Not the smallest of which was her race. She would still be young long after I’d passed from this world of old age. While the idea of being married to the second most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, who I got along with very well and who would never age, wasn’t exactly a turn off, but there would be problems from it as well.

  Of course, she could die in battle today. No one knew how much time they truly had left in the world. Would she give up a possible hundred years of happiness with the three of us, to avoid the possibility of centuries of pain afterwards? She wouldn’t just lose me, she’d lose Lia and Sharon as well to the ravages of time.

  Only time would tell, and now wasn’t the time to be focused on my love life. Though honestly, it was hard to think of anything else. I’d classified the attraction as natural hormones, a fluke due to the racial differences and her otherworldly beauty, and had put it behind me. I’d been resigned that it just wasn’t possible. I’d also been more than happy and satisfied with Lia and Sharon.

  But now that it was suddenly a real possibility, all of her playful flirting was taking a new meaning in my mind, and I yearned for it with a need that shocked me in its intensity. I realized she probably hadn’t pursued it more strongly because it would have been impossible to work out while she was a hidden spy. But now that she was outed…

  I shook it off and focused as we stood on the shore, and looked out at the ships which seemed to grow larger on the horizon. That helped me focus, and I pulled Lia and Sharon against me, steeling myself for the battle ahead. I let my protection and worry for them well up, and harden into a strong determination to see us all through to the end.

  That didn’t mean we’d win, life was full of risks, and this world had more than my old one. As a cop I was used to putting my life on the line, every day. I wasn’t used to risking two mates at the same time. But my determination did help me focus on what I needed to be doing…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  It worked too well, and not nearly well enough.

  There were five teams, each with a fire, air, and earth user, plus myself.

  When the enemy was a mile away, the captain gave the order to fire.

  I’d been half worried the waves of heat, gases, and pressure would cancel themselves out, or interfere with each other. It seemed that the opposite was true however, the waves seemed to support and if anything, increased the damage potential.

  Too well, because on our first volley of waves, we utterly destroyed a third of them, while damaging perhaps ten others. Twenty ships, and who knows how many people, all dead in the blink of an eye.

  Too little, because that left forty-two ships, with very angry sorcerers aboard bent on revenge. I’d half hoped they’d retreat, but if anything, the flotilla picked up speed.

  We fired a second volley, a third, and a fourth.

  The ships raised walls of ice and air, they also based on observation only, drained the heat and power from the explosive wave as soon as it reached magical distance.

  The second volley took out five ships, not completely, but it stripped the decks, and killed those on deck. The third volley they adjusted again, and only lost one ship. The fourth volley was completely blocked by the remaining forces. It had been a costly lesson, but they’d learned it well.

  I hoped we got the diviner, assuming there was at least one, but something told me they would be in the back, and not leading the charge to gain the beachhead.

  We sent a fifth volley, just because, and no other ships were taken down. That left thirty-six. We’d taken out twenty-six, more than I had expected to, but far less than I had hoped.

  We retreated then, to the lines of two thousand some odd sorceresses with a smattering of sorcerers. More than enough to push back just thirty-six ships worth of sorcerers, which made me more sure than ever there was still a diviner on the other side. They would be needed for the enemy to have a chance, both against me and to even the scales.

  Surely they’d have retreated, if they didn’t have one with them.

  War on this world was definitely different, and I discovered quite different on land than on sea. As the ships closed we watched fortifications build themselves on the shore, and the earth wielders on our side also brought up thick protective walls. There would be no defending walls of ice on land, here it would be walls of fire, air, and of stone.

  We waited as they’d landed about five ships of people, and as the ships retreated back with skeleton crews, I stole the earth fortification out from under them, and shattered it with a thought. More than aware that an enemy diviner could do the same to our side.

  Fireballs, compressed balls of air, tornados, stones, and even ice rained down on our enemy. From what I understood, topping off the town’s water supply was part of the preparations, so that we’d have access to all four elements.

  They reacted quickly, raising new protections, and firing counter spells to intercept the incoming attacks. They were all personal though, or small.

  I couldn’t stop all of them of course, but where I did steal a wall of air, or ice, or a thrown stone to send it back, more of the enemy died. Probably about a tenth of them as still more ships came in.

  I tried to put myself in my enemy’s mind. They would either have to retreat, or bring up their diviner. As things were going, we would bleed them dry if they didn’t. I didn’t know anything about him, but I hoped he was a coward. Probably not though.

  We had about five hundred wielders on defense, and almost three times that on offense. They had maybe a little over a hundred wielders on the beach right now. With maybe a thousand more out on the other thirty-one ships. The odds would seem very much in our favor, but with diviner magic I knew things could turn quickly.

  We had no problems blocking their attacks, and I continued to help whittle down their numbers by stripping away their protections. Something I was sure that they’d never had to deal with before.

  The next offloaded ship gave me my answer.

  As soon as I felt the diviner magic enter my range, I pounced and tried to suppress it.

  The answer to my question was, it wouldn’t have mattered if I hadn’t hesitated back in the city. I couldn’t get a handle on it. I was connected to it, just like everything in my range, but when I tried to suppress it, it was like trying to climb a greased pole. My intent just slid right off.

  His however, did not, he crushed my magic and once again I had nothing but a trickle to work with. Then he tore apart our stone wall, and people started to die on our side. He couldn’t suppress much more than I could at once, thank god, but he made enough difference that wielders on our side started to die.

  We had three or four layered defenses in front of each group, so he could only help take down two groups at a time, sometimes just one, because he kept having to use some of his focus to stop our counter attacks.

  I felt suddenly useless. I couldn’t do anything, and as soon as he found our group, me and my mates would die. I needed to learn how to do whatever he was doing to protect his magic, if I lived at all.

  Then, I thought I really had gone crazy, and was hallucinating, as I saw hundreds of dolphins jump out of the
water, and transform into tigers, bears, and other large animals as they landed on the sand. Then they tore into the enemy from behind. My eyes widened, as I saw the two approaching ships moving in to unload more troops, covered in more animals, and I heard the sharp tearing of wood.

  The ships started to sink slowly, and then with increasing speed as the water wielders must have been taken out. I looked down at the shore again at the battle, and my eyes widened as the animals easily dodged the flying earth, and ignored attacks of fire as they mauled their way through the enemy. Some few of the animals died, but much less than I would have expected.

  I breathed a sigh of relief, as my magic was released, and I could no longer feel the diviner, who had no doubt met his end. I focused, and concentrated on suppressing as many attacks as I could. I already knew the battle was won, the only question was how many could I save before it was finished.

  I was highly motivated; I’d had no idea elves were shape changers, but I supposed it made sense given they used the magic of nature. Still, there was a good chance Amara was down there, so that’s where my efforts were spent until the beach was cleared. I wasn’t worried about us anymore, without the diviner on their side we more than outnumbered them, and our defenses solidified quickly without the enemy diviner picking at them.

  It wasn’t long at all before they were entirely on the defensive, and then it was over.

  I could figure out the conservation of mass problem later. I mean, how does one go from a hundred and twenty-pound elf, to a dolphin, and then a tiger that looked to weigh upwards of eight hundred pounds, or a bear at over half a ton?

  Magic was weird, and seemed to get a free pass from physics. I was almost sure that was an illusion though, and it just seemed that way, because man didn’t really know everything.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  The elves had disappeared back into the ocean after the battle, not one stayed, not even Amara. I hoped that didn’t mean she was one of the wounded or dead. There were several animal carcasses on the beach.

  I doubted it though, somehow I thought I’d know if she were dead. She’d just gone home because… I had no idea. But that was my hope.

  After the battle was finished, things turned quickly into a celebration. We would mourn those we lost, and perhaps regret those we were forced to kill, but the adrenaline rush from battle, and the need to affirm we were still alive meant a celebration of sorts. Even the council unbent enough for it, and didn’t bother me about my need to explain myself. Yet.

  Sharon and Lia were glued to my side for the next hour, and were as attentive and loving as possible in public without crossing the lines of bad taste. They both kissed me often, but briefly, and constantly touched me, but kept it clean enough for public.

  I couldn’t keep my hands off of them either.

  We shared food and drink, and the intimacy between us was hard to describe. I loved them both without limits, and they felt like a part of me. I also had no doubt that they felt the same as I did. I don’t know how much of that was the bond, the relief at being alive, or hormones, but we left the celebration early to start our own back at our small house.

  I didn’t try to analyze it, I just drowned in it, and reveled in their company, and the joy they brought to my life within me.

  The door had barely closed, when we started to strip each other and kiss passionately, while each pair of our hands freely wandered the other two. By the time we made it into the bedroom, none of us had a stitch of clothing on our bodies, and we were all breathing rather hard.

  Lia, my sweet sexy petite Lia, pulled me toward the bed, and on top of her as she lied back.

  I went with it, letting them lead things, because I didn’t think I’d be able to choose who to slip my cock into first if I’d been asked.

  She arched her back and sighed in pleasure as I slipped into her very wet, snug, and ready heaven. She felt incredible as she tightened and rippled up and down my length. There had been no need of extensive foreplay, the last hour at the celebration had been foreplay, and all three of us were more than ready.

  I teased her nipples with my thumbs, and it didn’t take long for her to adjust to my rude entrance. My cock twitched and surged when Sharon joined us and started to suckle on one of Lia’s breasts.

  Lia tightened around me, arched her back, and thrusted.

  I took that for the green light, and started to rock in and out of her fast and hard. There were times for making love, and this wasn’t one of them. We all surrendered to our instincts, and I fucked her hard and fast, while she fucked me from below. She was wild, and passionate.

  Lia’s sweet sexy gasps and breathy moans spurred me on as I stared into her eyes. I spared a hand and caressed Sharon’s back as I rocked my body, and then ran my fingers down, caressed her ass for a moment, and then reached around farther and cupped her mound.

  Sharon’s moist ready labia practically sucked my fingers in, and tightened as I worked my fingers in completely, and then started to finger fuck her in the same rhythm as I speared Lia’s sex over and over.

  “You feel incredible Lia, you’re both a dream.”

  Sharon started to rock her body as she continued to assault Lia’s breasts, fucking herself back on my hand, and I heard her sweet but muffled gasp as I lightly thumbed her rosebud.

  I groaned as Lia tightened around my girth and gasped out my name, and I picked up the pace, fucking her faster and harder with my sensitive swollen length to enhance her pleasure. My fingers picked up pace as well, and I pulled one out to start teasing her clit, while I curled the other finger inside of her and started to massage her walls as I moved it in and out quickly.

  Lia was so damned tight, and I was on the edge already when Sharon went over, her body trembling on my fingertips. I heard her loud moan as she sucked Sharon’s nipple even harder and thrust, bucked, and shook on my fingers.

  The moment was far too erotic, my mates too beautiful, desirable, passionate, and sexy, for me to hold out anymore on the first round. I grunted and buried myself twice more, and then stretched Lia out further as I expanded and then exploded in ecstasy.

  Lia and my eyes locked on each other as I filled her up, and she immediately rolled into a second even more powerful orgasm.

  Sharon had stopped and now looked at us both, a look of deep love and lust in her eyes as she watched me fill Lia with my seed.

  Then Sharon kissed Lia softly, and then me before she said, “You are both so hot together. I need you Tony.

  I was oversensitive, but I knew I could get passed it quickly if I suffered through the first minute or so, and I pushed Sharon’s head back down to Lia’s, and pulled her over so she was straddling Lia’s leg. Then I drove into her from behind. She was so tight, and I was so sensitive it actually hurt, a lot. But I started to ravage her from behind, and in a very short time, I was as hard as a rock, and in heaven feeling her soft body accept my hard length as the sensitivity passed.

  Sharon started to buck back against me, and met my every thrust. She felt amazing around me, pure silken wet heat that squeezed and pleasured my entire length. It was our first time doing it doggy style, and she most definitely approved.

  I sensed more than saw Lia move, and then I heard Lia aggressively suckle and play with Sharon’s perky B cups. I couldn’t see it, but I could picture Lia’s sweet lips teasing and pleasing Sharon’s perfect light pink tightened nipples, as I took Sharon hard and fast from behind.

  I gasped when I felt Lia’s hand cup my balls and tease my taint lightly as Sharon continued to buck back against me with wanton abandon.

  I was so in awe of my two sexy mates, and decided if I ever lost that awe, and started to take these two ladies for granted, that I’d be the dumbest shmuck alive.

  Our night of sex after the battle was wild, and I filled them both at least twice before we called it a night. We took a shower afterwards, and then cuddled up for bed. If it wasn’t for a slight doubt, and tinge of worry for Amara, I’d have been the hap
piest man alive.

  Actually, I was pretty sure I was anyway…

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Weeks passed with no word from the elves, or the king, but I got a lot done. But there was so much left to do.

  I’d developed the spells I’d theorized. A network of warded objects, like small ball bearings, that supported each other, and could communicate in a grid, so the last three diviners couldn’t subvert the whole thing, only a small part of it.

  I’d also created a spell that would pass sound between objects, using another grid network for communications over the town. There was also a different spell for the objects that used the network, which turned into a very primitive phone system.

  The spells were difficult, long, and exacting, but it was also easier than I’d have guessed. An earth wielder, or me wielding earth, could make thousands of little ball bearings. The easy part, was that the very difficult spell could be set on all of them at once. The disparate pieces would communicate, and automatically form a grid, it was all part of the ward.

  Sharon and Lia had been supportive of my little projects, and it probably helped that I’d never said no, when they told me to put it away to spend time with them, or eat. I also thought they were worried about Amara as well, but we didn’t really talk about it. We just hoped the elven woman would return, soon.

  It took the council about a week to both forgive me, and trust the princess enough to remove her bracelets. They truly were a paranoid bunch. I supposed as far as Amara went, they had cause. She’d been part of their community for sixty years, and had a seat on the council for a third of that time.

  The young princess spent a lot of time with the three of us, and I began to think of her like a little sister. Lia and Sharon seemed to get along with her as well, which was very welcome.

  Though, I never forgot I’d be trying to put her on the throne, and when that happened I would bow to her along with everyone else.