by Jack Porter
So I did the same to the other antenna, with the same result. Grinning, I thought that was an unusual place to stimulate arousal, but it made sense, given the butterfly DNA. Didn’t butterflies use the antennae to sense things around them? And how much fun would that be if Zera were just walking along and could touch her own antennae for enjoyment? It wouldn’t be like she was touching her nipples or anywhere else obvious, so she could pleasure herself without anyone knowing.
Laughing a little, I flicked them a few more times to see Zera’s reaction, and each time was rewarded with a tighter clenching of her walls around me.
Meanwhile, I heard Camille behind me. She had settled back in the wagon but left the flap open. And her gasps were louder than Zera’s. Apparently, she was finding her own pleasure back there, and I regretted not being able to help both women at the same time.
Maybe in the future.
Zera’s thighs began to quiver, and her moans became more pronounced. So I grasped her waist and began thrusting, carefully at first. And when her breathing rate increased, I pounded her harder.
Once I began, I wasn’t able to stop, and I felt my own orgasm building. My thigh muscles quivered from the effort of trying to wait for her, and before I’d even released this time, I felt the warm, tingling sensation gathering through my body.
Zera leaned forward, grinding into me as she rode up and down, and when she came, she bit down on my shoulder. A rush of wet warmth flowed over my shaft, and I let go with a harsh grunt. Holding her close, I felt the chi transfer from my body to hers, just like with Camille. But this time, it was a stronger, pulsing energy that moved between us.
Her skeleton didn’t glow green like Camille’s. Instead, Zera’s wings fluttered and glowed faintly blue, her body filling with chi as I filled her with my seed. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I felt my body lift weightlessly over the wagon as she lifted us into the air. We held onto each other there, our orgasms stretching out beyond what should have been natural.
“Ahhh!” she cried, more loudly than I would have expected from someone her size, and her warm walls sucked on my shaft until I had nothing left.
When we were completely spent, Zera fluttered us back down to the ground just behind the supply wagon. I could barely stand on my feet but managed not to fall over as I straightened my clothes. The butterfly girl also put herself back together, and we stood panting for a moment as the wagons drew further away.
There was no way Lady Gamma or even Ash hadn’t heard that. I knew Camille had and wondered if she’d found her own release as she listened.
Glancing around, I made sure the horizon was still free from sand walkers or anything else before taking Zera’s hand and walking her back to the caravan. Her wings still glowed a little, and she grinned at me as we walked.
“Do you feel better?” I asked.
“Much better,” she said. “That was… enlightening. Never have I felt so full of chi. Ever.”
I grinned back. I felt surprisingly refreshed, as well, and was glad that this particular method of transferring chi didn’t leave me feeling drained.
This wasteland had some benefits, after all.
41
I assumed that, like Lady Gamma (and Camille, who still hadn’t emerged from the supply wagon), Zera would spend her time in a wagon rather than out under the sun. But despite her delicate look, she seemed to need the open spaces more than the others. Perhaps it was something to do with her recent captivity, but I thought it more likely it was just who she was.
She was also talkative, happily chatting away about anything on her mind, as she flew, zigzagging between me and Ash without a care in the world.
In a matter of minutes after returning to the party, I learned that Zera had spent her whole life looking for others like herself, but so far had come up empty. Which was why she was making the dangerous journey across the Wastes. She’d heard about the Hidden Temple just as Camille and Gamma had done, and had made a random decision to see if she could find her answers there.
“So I decided to do it,” she said lightly. “Of course, now I’m thinking I should have spent a bit longer planning, and maybe attached myself to a bigger group for protection. But I figured I could fly, which is something not many others can do. I thought I would be okay,” she said the last with a shrug, looking a little chagrined, then launched into questions about Ash and myself. In no time at all, both Ash and I had told our stories, with me offering an edited one that didn’t go into details of my past life.
“So you don’t remember anything of your life before you fought the bandits?” Zera asked.
I shook my head. “I remember a different life, from a long time ago. But no, I know nothing beyond how to fight, how to use my chi, and little else.”
Ash chimed in. “It is true. His nature is not what it was before. It is like a he is a different person, more volatile and stiff than he was before.”
Zera looked me up and down with no more than curiosity, and turned to Ash, flying backwards through the air ahead of us. “What was he like before?”
It seemed a bit strange talking about me as if I wasn’t there, but really, it wasn’t me they were discussing at all. And, I’ll admit, I was curious as well.
“He was calmer. More sure of himself. More polite as well, with impeccable manners. He was the ultimate swordsman, a true champion, living to serve.”
“So, he was… better? Than he is now?” Her innocence was disarming. Zera meant no insult at all.
Ash favored me with a casual half smile, and I thought she would agree without hesitation. But she shook her head. “He used to be distant. Not really connected with this world. The Rogan Ward we have now may be brittle, a little uncouth, and given to mood swings, but it’s like he cares more as well.”
“What do you mean, connected?” Zera asked.
As for me, I wasn’t sure I was enjoying this character analysis. I frowned and knew I was being exactly the brittle, moody person Ash had described. This knowledge didn’t exactly make it better. Instead, it made it actively worse.
Yet that was nothing compared to how I felt when Ash answered.
“Well, the old Rogan Ward was immune to passion and beauty. He would never have shown any desire for Lady Gamma, Camille, or yourself. Whereas this new Rogan,” Ash said with a sideways, teasing glance, “Well, it’s not hard to tell what he is thinking.”
I felt my cheeks burning red and wanted to hide within my cowl. I knew Ash was simply stating the truth as she saw it, but I would have been quite happy if she clammed up and said not another word, and willed her to do exactly that.
But the conversation had apparently not reached its finale.
Zera was grinning at me so broadly that her cheeks almost shone. She giggled as well and appraised me with interest. “And you, Ash? How does he respond to you?” she asked.
If I could have dug a hole in the earth, climbed into it, and covered myself with dirt instead of hearing the answer, I would have.
Ash barked out a laugh, but at the same time, her answer lacked some of the teasing quality it had had before. It was almost as if this truth she told disappointed her in some way.
“I am not sure Rogan even views me as female,” she said. “To him, I am a martial sister, a soldier in arms. Which, strangely, means he is more comfortable with me than he is with the others.”
I kept walking, kept pace with the others, but internally, I just wanted to die.
42
Zera had taken to flitting backward and forward, spreading her conversation between me and Ash at the front, and sometimes Lady Gamma in her wagon. Although Gamma seemed more reserved as the day wore on, and I wondered if it had anything to do with the very public sexual display Zera and I had shared.
As for Camille, she remained hidden in the supply wagon, although Zera still flittered in close every so often as if to check up on her as well.
I had to admit, the butterfly girl’s presence was like a panacea, an antidote t
o the overall grimness that had until then been par for the course. Zera’s bubbly, effervescent nature was like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise grim sort of day.
I found myself walking with a new spring in my step, but that could simply have been having ended a six-hundred-year drought when it came to sex—with two very different women. For Zera, the ongoing interactions seemed to give her new energy as she flitted around.
I also couldn’t help but think about what Ash had said. About how I looked at Camille, Lady Gamma, and Zera.
I admit it. I found all of them attractive, although I think I was dreaming as far as Lady Gamma went. Camille and Zera, however–I couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if we weren’t trying to keep ahead of the wraith and his army. At how they had both accepted my chi gift and seemed to want more. I certainly would have liked to give them more, and regretted my prickliness over the last few days. Certainly, it hadn’t hurt me to unbend a little. It had turned out very well, in fact. And as Camille hadn’t emerged from the supply wagon, I wondered if she had expected me to pay her a visit after Zera and I had finished.
As the day wore on, and we saw no sign of our enemies, I began to wonder if there was any reason not to do so now. Is that what Camille wanted?
There was only one way to find out.
I let myself drift back to the supply wagon, checking the distance once again with my AC lens, just to be sure I hadn’t missed anything in my lusty musings. But the Wastes were empty except for us, so I put my hand up to the back of the supply wagon and rapped on the wood with my knuckles.
Camille’s face appeared more quickly than it would have if she’d been asleep, and while she didn’t exactly greet me with a smile, she did grab my jacket and try to physically haul me into the back of the wagon.
I figured that was a good sign.
Hopping into the wagon with her, I glimpsed shelves of vials, dried plants, and other assorted things before Camille crushed my mouth with a kiss. I pulled her to me, and her body seemed to melt into mine. Her wonderful, unusual tongue caressed mine, and she bit down on my lower lip before drawing away.
“What took you so long?” she asked.
Her scent of wild roses permeated everything, and I ran my hand along her collarbone and then to the top of her shirt. “I didn’t know you wanted me here.”
Camille half-laughed, half-snorted, and then she placed my hand over one of her breasts. “And me watching you with Zera didn’t give you a clue?”
I squeezed her breast and attempted to pull her shirt down so I could see it. “Now that I know you like to do more than watch, I’ll invite you to join in next time.” My words made me sound braver than I felt, but my risk was rewarded with a smile and a slight blush of her cheeks. She really was beautiful.
It didn’t take us long to shed all our clothing.
Kneeling in front of her, I ran my hands up her smooth legs, feeling where scales turned to flesh and then back to scales again. Part of her abdomen was scaled, as well, but the part I most wanted to see and touch was not.
Camille ran her hands through my hair, letting her fingernails rake over my scalp. I planted a kiss on one hip and then moved to the next. Then I repeated the movement, this time moving closer to her moist center, where her bud and lips were already swollen. I was curious how the chi would replenish her. Did I only have to make her come? Did I have to come, as well? I suspected yes, but I was prepared to experiment to find out. When I planted a first kiss on her, tasting her, she sighed quietly.
Well, that wasn’t going to be good enough.
I grabbed her butt with both hands and pushed my face into her. My nose inhaled her scent, and my tongue quickly found her slit. As I pushed my way inside her to explore, she let out a throatier gasp.
That was better.
Then, I positioned myself with one knee between her feet and half-supported her body while my lips and tongue did more exploring. She was divine, and I soon replaced my tongue with first one finger, and then two, curling my fingers around to find her g-spot and working my tongue over and around her bud.
Camille almost fell over as her knees buckled, and she leaned forward, her hands still tugging at my hair. Her panting came in breathy, harsh gasps, and her thighs began to quiver. Still, I didn’t let up, instead finding which rhythm caused her gasps to turn to moans and staying there.
I took her all the way. The lizard woman came with a wail, and her juices coated my hand. She fell backward, and I followed. We crashed into one of the shelves and then fell onto the floor. Camille continued to shudder for a moment as I slowly released my hold on her.
She clenched her legs together as if she couldn’t stand anymore stimulation, and I grinned. Sitting back on my heels, I waited until her breathing had calmed somewhat. She hadn’t glowed green yet, and my suspicion was confirmed that the transfer of chi would require my orgasm, as well. Only I didn’t know if it had to necessarily happen at the same time.
There was only one way to find out.
I grabbed Camille’s legs and pulled her toward me. Then, in a moment of inspiration, I turned her hips to the side so that she was in a twist. Her right leg, I bent and pushed to the floor of the wagon. Her left leg was stretched down between my knees. I was so ready to be inside her at this point that I was uncomfortably hard, and when she smiled at me, I lifted her hips, moved her tail aside, and pushed inside her all at once.
She gasped, and her wet walls squeezed around my shaft. At this angle, I could find new ways to pleasure her, so I began to thrust, watching Camille’s face for when I hit her just right.
It didn’t take long this way because it made her even tighter than she already was, but having already been sated once today, I was still able to drive into her for long enough that she began gasping and moaning again.
“I’m going to—” she said before cutting off with another cry. Her face contorted as her mouth opened in pleasure, and I felt her shudder around me once again.
Then I began to pump her with everything I had, faster and faster until my own intense orgasm hit me like a punch to the gut. Only way better. I doubled over on top of Camille, groaning with some sort of primal, guttural call.
And then the transfer of chi kicked in, and the now-familiar tingling turned to waves of ecstasy rolling over me and into Camille. She shuddered again and grasped my arm as we rode it out together. This time, I saw the green glow of her skeleton for far longer, and it seemed to light the entire inside of the wagon.
When it was over, we laid there in a heap, unable to speak. I had tried to prop myself up on my elbow to keep most of my weight off her, but even that felt like too much for a time. Finally, I rolled off the lizard woman and pulled her into my arms.
It was the most incredible post-orgasm feeling I’d ever had, and I wondered if the original Rogan Ward of this time knew of this power or if he had used it. He hadn’t with Lady Gamma, I was certain, because she’d bound him to her as a subordinate. And by the way she talked of his manners, likely he hadn’t tempted her with such delights.
I wondered what Gamma would think of all this, because if she hadn’t heard Zera and I, she most certainly would have heard my antics with Camille. Still, I didn’t feel the compulsion change either way, so she must not have cared.
Good, because I fully intended to do this again if at all possible.
But for now, I’d already been in the supply wagon far longer than I should have, and we still had enemies to watch out for.
With a regretful sigh, I kissed Camille’s shoulder and found my clothes. She watched me get dressed but made no move just then to do the same. With a nod and a smile, I hopped back out of the supply wagon and went to check on Ash.
43
I was starting to feel pretty good about life in this strange new world. But that all changed not long after the sun hit its zenith and began its long descent.
Zera had been buzzing around behind us, singing to herself as she bobbed about like a balloon on a str
ing. Then, suddenly, her singing stopped. She put on a burst of speed to rejoin me and Ash at the front, and for the first time all day, she fluttered down to the ground.
She was pale and trembling, and I knew at once something had happened. But Ash responded the fastest, dropping the reins of the cow-beasts and kneeling down to Zera’s level. The huge troll-woman even reached out to comfort her, placing a huge, gnarled hand on her shoulder.
“What’s the matter?” Ash asked her.
“They’re coming,” came Zera’s trembling reply.
As soon as she spoke, I turned and headed to the back of the wagons. But I could see nothing. Just open desert behind me, with blurry patches where the breeze picked up some of the dirt and dust to hang in the air.
To gain some height, I climbed up the ladder on the back of the supply wagon, prompting Camille to poke her head out in concern. She was finally dressed.
“Do you see something?” she asked.
“Zera did,” I replied.
But I still couldn’t see what the butterfly girl had seen. Once more, I used my chi to awaken the AC lens and toggled the distance setting.
It took a few seconds, but I finally spotted what Zera had already seen.
“Tink’s got good eyes,” I murmured. “The sand walkers. Vesh’s army. They’re behind us, maybe six, seven miles.”
“What do we do?” she asked anxiously.
Holding onto the back of the wagon as I balanced on the top rung of the ladder, I scanned the Wastes in all directions. “We try to keep ahead of them,” I replied. “For as long as we can. And then find somewhere to make a stand.”
On my way back to Ash, I stopped by Gamma’s wagon to let her know what was happening.
