Heart of Stone

by Arwen Jayne

  They lay, cuddled together, Tyra on one side of Simon, Thex on the other. Simon felt like king of his castle.

  Thex glanced mischievously at Tyra. “Is there anything you’ve ever wanted to do to Simon?”

  Tyra thought on this. “Since he gave me his essence I’ve always wished there was a way I could give him mine. What about you Thex, what would you like to do to Simon?”

  Simon smiled at the playful way they were discussing him as if he wasn’t there. He pondered, though, what Tyra had said. Was there a way he could make that happen? He mused on that.

  Thex lay there with his hands behind his head. “I’ve spent thousands of years watching and sharing his mind as he took others. I’ve always wanted to take control, to take Simon.”

  Simon stilled. “Um Thex, I’ve, ah, never...”

  “Yes I know, you’re still a virgin in that respect. I would like to be the one who took you across that line if you would let me. I want you at my mercy. I want your surrender.”

  Simon sucked his breath, it was better than gulping he thought. “I see... well you’d better be a damn sight more gentle with me than you were with Tyra just now.

  Thex bent over him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Their tongues met and they both groaned before Thex pulled away. “I give my word and Tyra will help too.”

  Tyra raised an eyebrow at that, feeling simultaneously uncomfortable and turned on. Uncomfortable because, while certainly not anti that sort of thing, it certainly wasn’t anything she was familiar with or had even thought much about. But turned on, yes definitely that, that the two most important men in her life might make love to each other. Hell yes!

  19

  Simon called out to his chauffeur and long-time friend. “George, can you secure the perimeter. We don’t want to be disturbed for a while.”

  George caught on to his boss’s nervousness, the new guy’s gleam that suggested he anticipated some kind of victory and Tyra’s bemused smile. So his boss was about to be on the receiving end for once. “Sure thing boss”. He left the house whistling cheerfully to himself.

  Simon glared after him. “Bastard knows.”

  Thex’s look was feral. “Come Simon, I’ve found just the place”.

  Having dispensed with their clothes they all traipsed into Simon’s office. Simon groaned to himself. Not the desk! He’d had that desk for about two hundred years, it had come out on one of the first European ships to arrive in this land.

  Catching his thought Tyra laughed. “Its alright Simon, I promise to keep the mahogany dry”. She placed a very thick bathroom towel on the desk and then hopped up to sit on it, facing them.

  Thex looked at Simon quizzically, “I’m not sure which you’re worried more about, your ass or the desk.”

  Simon took a deep breath and then breathed out a release. “I’d prefer if you were gentle with them both”.

  Thex walked up to Simon, well and truly invading his personal space. He lowered his mouth to Simon’s lips and took possession. Growling he released Simon, “Then you’d best not resist. Now go and turn and face Tyra and place your hands on the desk.”

  Thex undid a tube of lube and lubricated the fingers of his right hand. He smeared some more lube on a butt plug he’d found in Simon’s stash of toys. He walked up behind Simon and kneeled down, briefly kissing him on the ass, then he used his fingers to massage around Simon’s hole.

  Simon moaned. The anticipation edged with a slight fear of the unknown was killing him. He fantasized that if this was Tyra she’d be dripping wet by now.

  Tyra caught his thought and smiled, she was starting to be able to read his mind too. “I guess we’ll find out one day”. Although she wasn’t sure she would be any less nervous than Simon. She leaned forward and kissed him. Time to start a bit of distraction. Her hands came up to his chest. She used them alternately to brace him and squeeze his nipples.

  Thex used Tyra’s distraction to position the plug. “Gently push back Simon, give it a moment for the ring of muscle to relax.”

  Simon regulated his breathing, sinking into the breathing and pushed. He shuddered as he felt himself open and the plug slide in. Surprisingly his ass welcomed the intrusion and he sighed. He knew Thex would leave it in there for a few minutes, letting him adjust. He moaned in pleasure as Thex began to lick his back and Tyra his front, letting himself for once in his life be a passive recipient and just drift into the cloud of pleasure that enveloped him.

  Time and space had seemed to still. He was therefore surprised by the harsh realisation that Thex had stopped and was removing the plug. His nervousness returned. He guessed he felt like an innocent virgin must feel on her wedding night, although really he was anything but innocent. He’d thought after 100,000 years that there was little left to surprise him but then Tyra had come along with her pure trust and a heart load of courage. Now this. He determined then and there to relax and surrender to Thex. He’d show the same trust as Tyra would.

  Thex felt Simon’s surrender in his mind, it was time. He applied plenty of lube to his cock. He wanted this to be as good for Simon as him. He positioned himself and pushed part way into Simon, letting him adjust. “Okay?”

  Simon closed his eyes letting himself enjoy the feeling of deep physical connection with Thex. “Ah, yes”.

  “Just like with the plug, you push back when you’re ready, but take it nice and slow”.

  Simon let himself relax further on an outbreath and pushed. The thrill of Thex sliding all the way in nearly brought him. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last, whatever you’re going to do you better do it now.”

  Thex slid his cock part way out then ever so slowly impaled Simon again. Sensing no resistance or flinch of pain from Simon he repeated the slow move a few more times just to be sure then increased his speed. He fought against his urge to plunge into Simon and ravage him, instead he kept a tight rein on himself and kept the rhythm steady but moderately gentle. There’d be many years ahead in which he could take him fully. Which was probably for the best as Simon was so damn tight Thex was close to coming.

  Simon took one hand off the desk and pulled Tyra into an embrace. He wanted to take her up on her offer of taking her essence while Thex gave him his. He knew there was a way. He’d picked the idea out of her mind. It must have come from one of the fantasy romance novels she loved to read. He used his mind to create what he needed. He hugged Tyra close so she couldn’t see that two of his incisors were growing. Being able to manifest one’s physical body had more than a few benefits he mused to himself. As he felt himself and Thex reaching climax he grasped her by her hair, pulled her head to the side and plunged his incisors in, using his mind to block any pain it might cause her.

  Tyra erupted into instant orgasm, consumed. Thex came, no longer able to contain himself as he saw what Simon did. Simon came as he felt Thex drive to the hilt in his ass and felt their mutual orgasm. “Bloody hell!” No one was sure who said it.

  20

  George found them all in a cuddled heap on Simon’s office rug. “Sorry boss but the police guy is here. He’s most insistent.”

  Simon, who was on the bottom of the heap, groaned and opened his eyes. “Okay, tell him to wait in the lounge. Give us five, we’ll need to shower and get dressed.”

  Sergeant Wilson was pacing the lounge. Melissa, the waitress from the pub was with him.

  Simon frowned as he walked into the room, wondering at the visit. Usually Michael kept a professional distance from him as he didn’t want to know too much about Simon’s activities and the paperwork they might cause. “Michael?

  “There’s something afoot Simon. Steven and his cronies are meeting in the pub’s upstairs conference room. The barman sent Melissa over to let me know. “

  Simon’s frown deepened, that sounded ominous. “And you came here because...?”

  Michael gave Simon his official stare which everyone in the town knew translated to ‘tell me if I’ve got this wrong’. “Because when there’
s trouble in this town you either seem to be somewhere on the edge of it or somehow involved in putting things right.” He drew in a breath and seemed to be steeling himself to say something he didn’t want to. “Also, call me crazy if you want, but no one in this town has ever seen you age a day. Which mostly is none of our business so we don’t ask and we don’t say anything to those outside the town but if what my grandad told me before he died is true then you’ve been in this town a very long time. I’ve usually stayed out of your way because I just didn’t want to know and as long as you stayed within the law with your business I’ve left you to whatever it is you do. Steven and his meeting, though, has got the hair on the back of my neck prickling and when that happens something bad’s going to happen. Can you help?”

  “First you can stop your pacing. You’re wearing a hole in my floor.”

  Michael stilled himself. He made a distinct effort not to see the bordello decor of the lounge and instead kept his focus well and truly on Simon, Tyra and a half naked Thex who hadn’t had time yet to put a shirt on. He indicated to Thex with an annoyed questioning look. “I don’t know this guy”.

  Simon deciphered that as ‘who the hell’s this stranger in my town and you’d better not be expanding your business Simon’. Simon’s mouth quirked in a half smile. “I guess it’s time to put the cards on the table then. Sergeant Michael Wilson, our local law enforcement, meet Commander Aleksios Thex, the galaxy’s guardian for this sector of the universe, recently rescued from his millennia of imprisonment. He’s also my mate, as is Tyra.”

  Tyra blushed but was overjoyed at that little announcement, well that put things out there.

  Melissa looked awed.

  Michael gave everyone an appraising look.

  Thex stepped forward and shook Michael’s hand. “You can just call me Thex”.

  They moved their conversation to the kitchen. Tyra, still smiling contentedly to herself, busied herself getting drinks for everyone.

  Thex paced thoughtfully then turned to Simon. “Could you do one of your thingies?”

  Simon rolled his eyes at the warrior’s well known disdain for all things mystical. “If you mean contact the all-spirit and see if it gives me a prophecy or vision, yes I could”. He sat down on the floor mat, away from any objects like chair and table legs, in case he fell. “Here goes.” He turned his mind to the all-spirit and listened.

  Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and just about held their collective breath. You’d hear a pin drop.

  Simon suddenly slumped forward, his breath stilled for a moment then he opened his eyes. He was back. “The enemy are coming, they have a ship. In the vision I saw them landing it on the football oval. They mean to take Thex and destroy him once and for all or destroy the town trying. If they can dispose of me and probably Tyra as well they’ll try for that too.”

  “Michael straightened his shoulders and glared, at no one in particular. “We don’t negotiate with terrorists. Thex stays, no one’s touching Tyra and as for you Simon, you are the town, you’ve lived here longer than any of us. Now how do we protect the town. Have I got time to call in the army?”

  “I’d advise against contacting the authorities. The enemy have infiltrated your world so thoroughly there is no knowing who to trust. They’re just as likely to engineer a situation that brands us as the terrorists, still results in Thex’s demise and the demise of half the town as well. They’ll cover it all up later as a gas leak or something similar. I’ve seen it done many times before. We can only trust the people in this town, Steven and his cronies excepting.”

  Michael sagged back in his chair, weighed down by the enormity of it all. “And the when”.

  “They’ll come tonight under the cover of dark”.

  The people they could trust most had gathered in Simon’s lounge. Simon had slid back a wooden folding wall divider and opened the the high ceilinged room back up to its original ballroom size.

  They’d listened intently, with more than a few mouths gaping, while Thex and Simon outlined the full extent of what they faced as well as a bit of background history on the enemy.

  Thex drew breath to finish. “So to sum up, we need to disarm the spaceship and take out the enemy on board, before they can harm anyone in the town.”

  Tyra winced “by take out the enemy, you mean kill them.”

  “I don’t see that there is any other way”.

  “We’re assuming they are coming in their full form. If they’re just hitching a ride in the aura of a human we’ll be killing humans. Either way it’s pretty final for them. You said once before that they came from a place between the dimensions, a place that was pretty unpleasant. If we kill their bodies here their spirits will just go back there and they’ll just use their portal technology to come back.”

  Sally stood to speak “What if we cursed them back to the lower planes you just told us about”.

  Thex shrugged his shoulders and looked at Simon for help. Simon just shook his head. “The beings of our plane don’t know such things”.

  “But I do.” This from Thomas, the irresponsible cat owner. No one was sure why he was here.

  Melissa glared at him but nodded in agreement “I don’t like to admit it but he probably can”.

  The townsfolk seemed a little amused at the friction between Melissa and Thomas but Thex and Tyra were just confused.

  Thex turned to Thomas “Care to explain”.

  “What Melissa and her wiccan wannabees hate is that I’m a ritual magician, they consider me the dark side. I can do you a banishing spell. But I’ll need something to bespell.”

  Melissa restrained herself from going over to punch him, wiccan wannabees indeed. “We’ll be using bullets I gather, why don’t we get Thomas to bespell those. We don’t need to shoot to kill then. One shot anywhere on their body should be enough to send a Din entity to the lower planes and if they happen to just be in the aura of a human at the time it will free the human. If they’re in human form we’ll need a way to see auras though, that’s a bit of a problem”.

  Simon smiled, he still had his herbal dust. “Nothing insurmountable and we could use heavy duty tranquilizer darts on any possessed humans, if Sally has some to spare from the vet clinic.”

  Tyra was still disturbed “That’s all very well but what if they surrender? If they give up peacefully we shouldn’t just throw them into the lower worlds. We have to give them an option, some way they could stay in this world if they promised to leave us alone.”

  Thex sighed, Tyra’s compassion was going to complicate things but he still admired her for it. She was after all a follower of filia, the path of love and compassion so he couldn’t very well blame her for being true to her path. “Only if they surrender and you’ll have to come up with a convincing option or we go back to plan a.”

  Tyra gave a quick nod and looked to Simon for support. “I’ll go seek the Goddess’s advice”.

  Melissa looked excited at that, “Could Rob and the rest of our coven come with you?”

  Simon thought on this “I can’t see why not but we’ll need either a sacred place or a place of death if we are going to call her”.

  Melissa had an idea. “There’s a grove where we perform our rituals, will that do?”

  “Yes that will be fine.”

  Thex cleared his throat to interrupt. “Okay we’ve got that bit sorted. We still need to contain, board and disarm the ship, not necessarily in that order. We also need a place to hold those who surrender or who we capture. Like Simon and me the Din can’t be contained easily. They only manifest a material body through choice. They’ll just zap out of anything we put them in.”

  Thomas laughed arrogantly, bemused at their collective lack of knowledge. “Not if you put them in a Circle of Solomon.”

  Simon raised an eyebrow. “I thought that was just a ring sorcerers like you put on their fingers”.

  Thomas shrugged. “It can be but it can also be a ritual space on the ground. At its most ba
sic you only need two concentric circles with a Star of David in the middle. A paint marker and we could mark one out as big as you like on the football ground. Football club might not be amused though.”

  Thex absentmindedly scratched his head and looked confused. “Explain to me Thomas what a Circle of Solomon does and how its going to help us?”

  “Simple, its a ritual circle for containing demons. Throw them in and they can’t get out. What I’m thinking is if we mark one out on the football ground then when the ship lands it won’t be able to take off.”

  Thex was starting to like the idea but it sounded too easy. “Won’t they see it and just land elsewhere?”

  Thomas shrugged his shoulder, the whole thing was so obvious in his mind. “Not if we mark it out in a colour that doesn’t show up in the dark. Anyone got some grey paint we could use?”

  Michael thought he knew where there was some left over from when they last painted the fire station. “We’ll find some.”

  Well that sounds like a plan Thex thought to himself. “Okay then how do we take the ship?”

  George stood to speak. “That’s where the Major and I come in. There’s some real cool weapons back in Jack’s hut including a Barrett M82 that can shoot heavy calibre .50BMG rounds from at least a kilometer away, maybe two. Simon could zap those back here. I’ll take sniper position on top of the disused church tower with the Barrett. I’ve had a quick word with Ally, the local electrician, who now has it as her home. She’ll let me up there. I should be able to take out even weapons from there. Although a grenade launcher would have been nice as well.”

  Michael grinned, finally pleased he could offer something to help. “As it turns out there’s one stored at the station, would you believe in case of civil unrest or invasion or some sort. I think we can class this as fending off an invasion. There is also the old cannon that sits out the front of the Returned Services League club, I think they still have a few cannon balls that go with that.”