Laugh of Destruction (Book 3 of the Death Incarnate Saga)

by Jr H. Lee Morgan

  “Dad…” He gulped down another heavy breath. “can I do it slow and get a better understanding?”

  “Sure,” Sean moved close and stared up not a foot away. He slowly, like in slow motion, made a sweep with the knife and his dad leaned back as instinct would do and stopped as Sean asked a question. “Yes, since your legs are short, when you do the initial strike it would be best to spin with and kick backwards to break the knee joint and follow with either slitting the throat or stabbing here,” He put Sean’s hand just above the waist. “in the kidney. Only those accustomed to great pain would ever recover enough to retaliate. The difference between a slit throat or kidney stabbing is if you want your opponent to die in seconds or hours. Good question, now try again till you get a feel of the move.”

  “But wouldn’t it be easier to kick a man between the legs. None can withstand that kind of pain.”

  Cage knelt to get eye level with Sean. “Son, there are two kinds of men when dealing with a groin kick. The first will cry out in pain and lay there bawling, the other will still fall, but when he can recover enough he’ll turn the pain to rage and you shall find yourself in a whole heap of trouble. With enough pain training, you can withstand a groin kick without being incapacitated. Still, deep down you will always be one of those two men. Personally I’m the latter. Any man who kicks me there will certainly wish he’d run far, far away.” Sean’s doubt was clear. “Don’t believe me? Kick me as hard as you can.” Cage stood proudly and his son didn’t hesitate to bring his shin swiftly up for a rather impressive strike, but his dad didn’t even wince or twitch a muscle to reveal an ounce of tenderness. So he did it again and like last time, his dad didn’t reveal anything.

  “It better work afterwards!” Brooke shouted beside the glowing fire.

  “No worries!” He smiled back after the laughter died inside the shelter. “Alright Sean, now that you see it won’t always work to incapacitate an opponent, get used to the feel of the move for in comparison, this attack is nearly undefeatable when executed properly.”

  For five minutes Sean practiced that move, slow at first and picking up speed with more and more confidence. Eventually Lanna returned from the woods with a large bundle under an arm. Everyone noticed her bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks, but said nothing and she was grateful to be left alone.

  “Breakfast is ready!” Meeka called over as she finished stirring the two pots of hot stew that smelled mouthwatering. Cage retrieved the robe and looked up to find the sky darkening with the increasing of wind apparent in the trees. Sweat dewed his lean body as it did to the gangly Sean, but only one wasn’t short of breath.

  Cage stowed his robe in a pack and sat on the spread fur bedding with his back against the cave wall, but close to the fire. Before the bowls were dished out he used a spell to search for any dangerous substances in the food and since his spell didn’t turn anything black he filled his bowl and retrieved the only piece of bread that had been evenly divided. He took his meal and sat against the wall again.

  Only, he didn’t sit alone. Meeka got her bowl of non-meat stew so he didn’t feel he got special meals while Brooke filled her bowl, wanting the meat. They greatly surprised him by each sitting thigh to thigh. Their silky soft thighs brushed against his firm and he found it hard to not concentrate on them while his hunger fought for dominance. He saw them also finding it difficult, but he was so hungry he spooned a mouthful and the flavors pushed other thoughts aside.

  He finished the food and watched as his women also found their stomach’s needing undivided attention. With the last of the bread gone, his second helping went without, but wasn’t any less satisfying.

  With the ever darkening sky approaching Cage felt a surprise as everyone ate their fill over by the fire and looked down to find himself being secretly double teamed as Brooke and Meeka each had a hand firmly stroking his lance which went rigid under their delightful assault. Beneath the sound of wind and crackling fire Meeka whispered “I had almost forgotten how immense your lance is…” the glazed look in her clear blue eyes said precisely what she wanted.

  “Cage love, make us invisible and to not be heard. I can wait no longer to have the two of you. Do it now.” Brooke whispered demandingly and by the look Megdline shot their way with confusion before looking around and finally grey eyes of understanding, they knew she understood their intentions. To test his spell Brooke yelled “Can anyone hear us!?” the others didn’t even shift as they watched the outside storm grow worse. “Finally!” Brooke turned to Meeka. “I want you now. Cage, give me a few minutes with her before impaling us.” Before he could even reply Brooke untied her leather top and dropped her bikini-like leather bottoms in a flash yet Meeka found herself to be faster and in just as much of a fevered rush as her dress slid over her head. Brooke stared as heatedly as Meeka before rushing together, breast to breast with a mind-blowing kiss that dropped them with Brooke beneath. Brooke gasped when her bare back lay on the fur and Meeka’s tongue went right to work.

  For a moment Cage lost focus and nearly dropped the barrier so as a precaution he applied the active spell on one of his four black diamond eyes set in the skull on either hand. The spell no longer needed focus and drew from the stores of mana contained in the precious gems. He found it much easier at the moment.

  What a beautiful sight. He thought while watching his lovers made passionate love. They truly did love each other and that beauty alone would make the world a better place. Cage found himself glad to have been able to share such profound love with two of the most beautiful women in existence.

  Meeka’s curse made every sensation shared feel electrified as it heightened the nerves to feel the astonishing beauty they embodied. Though Brooke’s blessing prevented her from having a smell in any way, she tasted deliciously sweet. Meeka gasped as Brooke’s hand fully grabbed her large breasts and returned a hungry kiss while her thumbs teased her already pearled and sensitive nipples. It was like they were together for the first time all over again yet it felt so right. Meeka’s back arched up on its own for more attention and Brooke’s mouth began tenderly kissing her neck, leaving a wet trail all the way down till she sucked on the firm nipple which made Meeka wrap her fingers through her woman’s silky black hair and press her closer. The pleasure nearly sent her quaking, but Meeka wanted to repay all the efforts taken to save her from an awful fate so she eased her woman back down. Brooke hesitated till Meeka’s wet kisses trailed down to teasingly graze her teeth on Brooke’s nipple which gained a satisfied gasp. Her kisses and ministrations were enough of a diversion to sneakily deliver a hand down to her flower and make Brooke’s hips buck for more. The already wetness surprised Meeka for she felt just as ready as her own flower swelled so she lowered herself between Brooke’s legs and before she had time to react she thanked the spirits again as a cry of pleasure sent her into a quivering orgasm after a few skillful ministrations and teasing on the flower’s bud. Meeka then began kissing her love’s inner thigh for a moment before Brooke’s fingers wove themselves around her head and made her go back. “Again, please!” Meeka smiled and gladly fulfilled the wish.

  Meeka was surprised when Brooke’s cry of passion eased as she reached under her arms and somehow managed to reverse position and saw stars when Brooke’s own ministrations stroked her agonizingly slow. She worked expertly until the growing tightness in Meeka’s lower belly released into a full body shake of ecstasy. Brooke panted “Oh how I missed that sounds you make, My Love.” and crawled up to press her own amazing pair of large breasts on Meeka’s to give another kiss, but one more tender and loving.

  When she pulled back she stroked Meeka’s beautiful golden hair with a tender smile. “I missed you so much, My Love.”

  Meeka reached up and stroked Brooke’s exotic coppery cheeks with heartfelt joy. “And I knew the two of you would get me back. Brooke, no need to cry, we will not be separated like this again.”

  She received another kiss. “Now it’s time to let Cage share in our joy.”r />
  Brooke rolled to the side and together they saw Cage sitting casually with an odd look. Meeka asked seductively “Aren’t you going to join your mates?”

  “I will, but I just feel so grateful to be able to see us back together. In my whole life I’ve never felt the magnitude of worry I had when you were taken. This feeling I have for you two is still so new and confusing, but to see you and Brooke make love truly makes me feel proud that our efforts were successful.” He replied.

  “Then come over here and feel how your efforts will be rewarded.” A kind smile spread deeper in Cage’s expression as he crawled the short distance and stopped when Meeka put a hand to his chest. “That won’t do. I want your lance firmer.” Before he could react she pushed him over and took him with her mouth. She couldn’t even consume half of him. He groaned as she stroked instinctively, but was a natural professional at that art. It didn’t take much to get him to her liking as she had to partially stand for what came next. She lowered herself down and struggled to fit him in her flower. When she succeeded she cried out in instant orgasm by intentionally consuming him whole on the first go.

  She nearly blacked out as he sat up and grabbed her shoulders. “Are you ok?” he asked in a husky voice as her wet tightness made it hard to think.

  Meeka bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, I found it hurts, but I like it so much more this way.” To show how much, she released another orgasm again, milking him as she gyrated her round hips. The feel of her sent his mind reeling and his lips came crashing down on hers. Her orgasm began to wane till he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist to remain of one body before a series of thrusts made her explode again. Meeka took him fully and was surprised when Brooke came in behind to hold her still while kissing her neck as Cage’s lance sent her reeling a few more times as she accommodated to the pleasure with which the lance could deliver. Long, slow strokes quickly sped to short and fast as his own success was imminent and just as he made her release again, his own rushed inside and she instinctively clamped her legs tightly around him until he lowered her to the ground, but remained inside her.

  Brooke kept kissing her woman’s silky neck as she knelt to say “Doesn’t it feel good to have his lance inside you after that?”

  “So deep.” She mumbled while nodding when her arms grew slack and tired and couldn’t clutch to him so hard. “I missed this feeling and want it always.”

  “Rest for a few minutes, Love. I want him in me now.”

  Meeka nodded and Cage lay his quivering love down. Brooke was less surprised this time to find him not needing a respite as she knew that he wasn’t like other men and could keep up with their desires like no other. She turned around and pressed her hot chest to the cool cave wall and made herself ready, wanting to try one of the positions he once told her about and wasn’t disappointed as her imagination did little to prepare her for the act. His lance eased its way in and she exploded vocally, telling the spirits of her great pleasure of love and gratitude to have both in her life.

  Meeka recovered not long after and teased Brooke while she felt the almighty power of their superior lover. None were fully satisfied in the least and that kept the lovemaking going.

  After four sweaty and orgasmic hours Cage draped his long arms around both women as they all lay blissfully together. His lance slowly lost its firmness, but Meeka insisted on claiming it within while Brooke lay behind her. Half asleep the priestess finished telling all it took to get her out safely from Eeroan’s iron grasp. He felt truly relaxed as he watched the two stunning women drift asleep beneath his watch.

  Over them he noticed that Daku had come down and lay asleep with Sean’s arm draped across his fur and feathery form. Zatal glanced over in Cage’s invisible direction from time to time while tending the fire while Lanna and Moril also slept through the storm and morning. Megdline and Frill seemed to be having a conversation, but because his spell denied the passage of sound, he couldn’t hear.

  Outside the cave though, the storm raged in full force. Hurricane force winds made trees sway violently as rain fell heavily in fat stinging drops. The cave remained relatively dry with some cool mist finding a way in.

  Realizing he still had stamina left over after that mind-blowing experience and that both women were worn out not only from it but also from not getting any sleep during the tense jailbreak last night.

  Cage slowly managed to extract himself from Meeka. She groaned, but thankfully didn’t wake. Still, even asleep she seemed to miss the connection. He carefully extracted himself from the stunning pair of naked beauties and removed his robe from the pack and used it like a blanket so they stayed warm.

  Eventually he focused on the diamond keeping the spells going and canceled them, reappearing as if out of nowhere. Maintaining such an unwavering spell drained the reserves greatly and would require more internal mana he created to replenish the loss. Zatal jumped till he realized what he saw and smirked when he noticed his priestess and new tribal sister fast asleep beneath a robe and his chief standing calmly and appearing relaxed. Frill also noticed and cut his conversation off to see the reappearance.

  The chieftain of the Utala walked over and sat beside the same aged warrior of twenty eight years tending the fire. “Get some sleep, Zatal, we had a long night. If I need you I’ll wake you up.”

  “Chief, you are remarkable… after all that you still go on.”

  “Did I not structure the magic properly? How much did you hear?” Cage asked pointedly. If his spell didn’t work properly he needed to know and fix the error.

  Zatal blinked in confusion. “None heard anything, Chief. We simply guessed you were pleasing your women as is our duty as men. When you vanished Megdline explained you hid yourselves to not make anyone uncomfortable… Not to worry, Chief, I understand. When we return to our people my mates will be just as satisfied when I’m through.” He jerked his head pointedly to the sleeping Brooke and Meeka. The muscled warrior yawned “I will take the offer to sleep. Wake Moril in two hours, she asked that of me.” and crawled over to a patch of soft sand to begin snoring without delay.

  Cage looked up as Megdline approached to sit beside him. She laid her staff down and allowed Frill to consume her whole lap. The large cat’s gold eyes blinked before he directly said “Cage, we need to talk.”

  “About?” He wondered back to the feline.

  Megdline tucked a strand of short black hair behind an ear to casually claim his attention. “It has been weeks since I became your teacher and have heard nothing from my husband or any of the First Council’s decisions. Brooke’s recounting got the two of us thinking” She softly stroked the woodsy marked Maine Coon’s coat. “that we need to see what the situation is like back home. The lack of silence is unusual, but then again, you aren’t a typical person.” Megdline continued to explain as Cage’s disconcerting black eyes made her want to remain on positive terms and limit suspicion. “Frill and I believe that you have gotten strong enough to be a dangerous opponent and won’t need to worry so much as you can tap into the energy you’ve stored in your hands. And with Daku as your partner our worries as your teacher are significantly less than we imagined. We expect to be gone for six days and will reunite with you in Kote in the morning if our plans work out. I passed through that town a few years back so I can Jump there and resume your studies on your island, as we originally planned.” He went to state the obvious so she asked the nearly the same question. “What if I don’t return?” Since it was close enough he nodded. “I know you need to go help the Utala. I checked for them while you were… occupied… and found they’ve stopped and are residing along the coast where your island is well seen and very near Kote. Because there is over three hundred and winter is fast approaching I’ve decided to teach you how to rapidly grow food to feed your people.” Megdline dug in her pocket, whispered something and withdrew a brown sack the size of a softball, untied the end and opened it to reveal a sack of wheat grains. “Cage, take one and plant it out where i
t’s raining.”

  He took one and quickly rushed out in the downpour to shove the grain two inches in the soil before rushing back nearly completely drenched and quickly wiped the cold rain from his body and hair. “What now?”

  She gestured for him to sit before her and stare outside. From behind she lectured “To rapidly grow plant-life, you must search for what you wish to target. Since you planted it, it won’t be difficult to locate. This is not like manipulation or alchemy. At least not for this lesson. Send your magic to locate the wheat that was planted. She felt the common tingle of magic grow from him while watching the looped infinity mark begin to easily grow into four rings and waited for him to nod. “Knowing you, this skill will be remarkably effortless to master. Now that you can feel and understand the makeup of the grain, stimulate the sprout with some of your mana like you do when you store extra in the gems…”

  Cage listened to Megdline’s coaching methods as he felt the grain magically. The magic was a great sixth sense that proved invaluable on many occasions and it gave a profound understanding that went far beyond words, like his love for Meeka and Brooke. Although he couldn’t feel by touch, the gift from the magic felt everything and left the unique sense forever remembered. Megdline said to give it mana and he could feel it sprout as cell division split by the second rather than hours, feeling almost like he grew another appendage. Tiny roots sprouted and began absorbing the water from the rain exponentially faster than nature intended along with nutrients in the soil itself. As with magic, he proceeded carefully by giving his own energy over to the grain. The growth continued for a minute before it sprouted above the surface. His mana replaced the need for sunlight to begin the creation of chlorophyll by photosynthesis. Cage could feel the roots spread while absorbing greedily from the soil and capillaries pumped it up the stalk to the leaves with the speed of a fast flowing river. The sprout grew to a foot in height within ten minutes. As it grew it required more and more mana to keep the process going.