With water all around, will Lyden be able to overcome his fear of drowning? What will it take to save his childhood friend, the mermaid assassin? Fear builds as Lyden meets a new, very powerful being. Will he be able to make an ally, or a new foe?
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We sit motionless near the dim ocean floor, the recently recovered Orange Bubble’s headlights shining on two ornately carved columns. Fish swim around both my car and the columns, but not between the barnacle-encrusted edifices.
Shimmering between the two pillars is the portal back to the Shadow World and Varun’s demesne. None of us speak as we contemplate what lies ahead of us. Varun, the Pillar of Water, is holding my childhood friend, the assassin mermaid Brooke, captive. Despite her role in freeing him from the Pillar of Fire, he has imprisoned her for failing a past mission, which I know has to deal with my own past.
I don’t want to dwell too much on that. I’m afraid of what I might learn or realize.
“Is the plan to stare at that portal?” AnnaBelle asks, and I give a guilty start at her voice. The longer we wait, the longer Brooke suffers.
“Can my car go through that?” I ask, unsure now that I’m faced with going through with this. I’m not questioning the fact that we need to go save her, but whether we can pull this off. A succubus tied to the fire element, an Aikido instructor, a woman with more religious faith than I feel is emotionally healthy, and me; a generator with unknown skills and abilities. Oh, and the Orange Bubble, a magical Volkswagen Beetle.
“How do you think I got it back from the Cyclopes after getting it fixed up?” Angela gives a nervous laugh. It’s only then that I remember that Cyclopes are supposedly the offspring of Poseidon. I desperately hope we don’t run into Him! It’s taking all my effort not to freak out about being surrounded by so much water as it is, and the thought of facing a water god is daunting enough. Knowing that Varun is even more powerful than Poseidon doesn’t encourage me.
“Cyclopes?” I hear one of the women in the back seat murmur, but I ignore the question.
The water seems to press in all around me, and I have the strong desire to turn and go home, but my friend needs me. She’s saved my life more than once, and I can’t turn my back on her. Willing my car forward, I steer it between the two columns.
The car jounces as it lands hard on wet sand. Rain pours down from a dark sky above, but it’s still brighter than the bottom of the ocean had been. I can’t help but wonder where the light comes from in this world. It takes me a few moments to process the changes around us. Waves lap against the sandy beach as wind and rain buffet the Orange Bubble.
“Lyden,” Lisa states, her voice filled with awe, “we are going to have a long talk when we get home. There is a lot you haven’t told us.”
Once again, I’m riddled with guilt. She’d been willing to follow me into danger to save a woman that means nothing to her, and I’ve been keeping a wide range of secrets from her and Becky, my two girlfriends.
“Where to?” I ask, turning to the blue-haired succubus. I can’t look Lisa in the face.
“We’re going to need some help,” Angela says, looking at the two women in the back of my car, and then back at me.
“How did you plan on me doing this by myself?” I ask her. She’d wanted me to come here without her and rescue Brooke, but the further we go towards that goal, the more I realize I couldn’t have done this without her.
“I have no doubt you could have done this,” she says with enough confidence that I almost don’t doubt her. Her eyes gleam at me, and I wonder how much of her statement is how she thinks of me, and how much is her love for me. “We need to see an old acquaintance of mine.”
“Um, this isn’t going to turn out like it did with the Pillar of Fire, is it?” I ask, worry about meeting another one of the succubus’s ‘friends’ making my heart skip a beat.
“Only if you’re into men,” she tells me, a twinkle in her eyes. “I know he isn’t very particular about who or what he copulates with. In fact, he has a wide range of perversions.”
I open my mouth to protest that that’s not what I meant, but Lisa pipes up first. “What does she mean, Lyden?”
Angela seems to have been waiting for that question. “The last time I introduced him to someone I know, he screwed her in front of a huge audience. He didn’t even care that she was a huge fire-breathing dragon.”
“Now wait—” I protest, my cheeks going a deep crimson color.
“Lyden” Lisa cuts me off, and I can hear a smile in her tone, “I knew you were kinky, but I had no idea!”
“Ahem,” AnnaBelle clears her throat, cutting into the conversation, “If we’re done joking around, I believe a woman needs saving?” Chagrined, I realize she’s right. “And you berated me for my past,” she continues, directing her tone at me, undoubtedly referring to my outburst against her earlier this week. Even though I can sense the humor in her tone at her second comment, I can also hear an edge to it. She still hasn’t completely forgiven me.
“Yes, well,” I say, swallowing my pride, and trying to get back to the matter at hand, “where to?”
“He’s not far,” Angela says, pointing inland.
Putting my car in gear, I press on the gas.
And go nowhere. The engine revs, and I can hear the tires turning but the wet sand is too loose, and my car with all of its enhancements, can’t gain traction.
“Anyone care for a walk?” I ask, dreading the prospect of hiking through the torrential rain.
“It might be better if it’s just you and me,” Angela states, and I look at her curiously. “He doesn’t like large groups. And while he isn’t very particular, having three women around may be too tempting for him.”
“I think I’m a little old for anyone,” AnnaBelle says at the same time Lisa states, “I can take care of myself.”
“I meant what I said about him not being particular, AnnaBelle,” Angela says with a meaningful look. Turning to Lisa, she adds, “I have no doubt you can handle yourself against regular humans, but Marchosias is a warrior of some renown.”
“So . . . he’s dangerous, then?” I ask, already afraid I know the answer.
“Have I introduced you to anyone who isn’t?” she replies, grinning widely as she opens the passenger door and steps out into the rain.
Sighing, I look into the rearview mirror at the other two women. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Sorry about this.” I don’t wait for a response, before stepping out.
It feels like I step into a waterfall, the water is coming down so hard and fast. My pants stand no chance against the deluge, and I’m immediately soaked. I still haven’t put on a shirt, after using my last one to bandage the succubus’s wounds. Placing my hand over my eyes, I try to look around. Angela is ahead of me, and I can just make her out on the edge of a forest.
Jogging forward, I kick sand up behind me as I move over to the blue-haired woman. “How far do we have to go in this?” I yell to be heard over the downpour, and squinting to keep the torrent out of my eyes.
Angela’s clothes are plastered to her lithe body, and I can easily make out her nipple rings through the thin material. “Just through here, there is a cave a little ways up,” she yells back, and then begins the trudge into the woods.
The trees slow the inundation a little, but thankfully it’s a warm downpour. I realize that I’m having very little problem being surrounded by this much water, and wonder if I can use this experience to overcome my terror of water. I try to imagine myself swimming through the forest, the swaying trees nothing more than flowing seaweed. While my heart rate rises, I’m able to keep my breathing under control.
By the time we reach the cave, the beach is no longer in sight. I hope Lisa and AnnaBelle will be all right. I feel bad about leaving the two behind, but if we’re going to see another of Angela’s acquaintances, they should be safer in my car.
Water sheets off the entrance to the cavern, but as I’m already soaked, I don’t mind stepping through it. The ground just inside rises slightly, and the air is just as warm as it had been outside. I’m surprised I’m not chilled at all, until I realize I’m completely dry. Looking down at my body, my jeans look slightly stiff, as if they had been hung out to dry. Running my hands through my hair, I find it lacking just as much water.
“Rather convenient, isn’t it?” Angela asks as she steps through the water curtain. “Though I was enjoying the way you were looking at me.”
“You noticed, huh?” I ask, feeling embarrassed for some reason.
“Your thoughts were a little loud,” she teases me, her smile growing. To my surprise, she reaches down, and pulls her shirt up over her head, displaying her tasty assets to me.
“I don’t think we have time to fool around,” I say, though my second brain is trying to argue that there is always time to fool around.
She hands me the shirt, and I notice it’s changed from what she’d been wearing. “You’d better put this on,” she says, and I look up to see that she’s already recreated another top for her to wear. I don’t miss the fact that this one is a little tighter. “No sense in tempting Marchosias. Come on, we still have a bit of hiking to go.”
I’m not sure if she was worried about her tempting this Marchosias, or me being the temptation.
I follow her for a ways, deeper into the hillside. Orbs of light are interspersed through the cave, providing a soft white glow. I approach one to get a closer look, and notice that the orbs are actually floating just off the side of the wall.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Angela warns, and I pull my hand back. I’d been about to touch it, but at her warning, I take a couple of hasty steps back. “They’re pretty, but they are also a trap. Touch one, and you’ll be stuck to it, until either Marchosias releases you, or something else eats you.”
Gulping, I wonder again just what sort of creature we’re going to see. “Tell me about Marchosias,” I say, and the smile vanishes from her face.
She’s quiet for a bit as we walk, before finally speaking softly. “Remember me telling you about the demon that gave me a portion of his soul?”
I whistle softly as that sinks in. We’re going to see the creature that helped turn Angela from a human into a succubus.
She stops, and looks at me seriously. “We need to be extremely quiet through this next part.”
Perking my ears, I try to see if I can hear anything, but all I can make out is a constant, uninterrupted din that sounds unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. Slightly higher pitched, but the way it echoes off the rock walls distorts it beyond recognition.
“What’s up ahead?” I ask, suddenly nervous.
“Cyclopes, shh” she states, and then starts walking. Gulping again, I follow her; careful of every step I take. As we continue to travel deeper, the odd sound gets louder, until it starts hurting my ears. Why are we supposed to be quiet with all this racket? I wonder, but don’t say anything. I also start to notice an increase in heat, and when we turn a corner, I have to swallow a gasp.
A large ovoid shaped hole punctures the right side of the cave wall, and through it are a large number of big hairy creatures. Muscles bunch as hammers are raised, and then brought down on various things creating the unpleasant clamor. Their bulk is greater than the orcs that’d captured Angela and me, but their skin, barely visible under the thick mat of their hair, is a rich bronze color. Their humanoid faces could be taken for rather ugly men, if not for the large single eye in the middle of their foreheads.
Something tugs the sleeve of my shirt, and I turn to see Angela trying to pull me along. Suddenly very anxious to get moving again, I put my feet in motion.
When the clamoring of their hammers is well behind us, I speak up again. “Those were the creatures that fixed my car?”
The succubus shudders, but nods her head. I remember Brooke saying that they exact a heavy price for their work, and while I’m tempted to find out what she had to pay, another part of me decides I’m better off not knowing. For a demonic creature of sex, there can be only one real coin for payment.
In less than a few minutes later, we arrive at a wooden door. A large brass knocker sits above eye-level, cast in the shape of a snarling wolf’s head.
“Let me do the talking,” she says, before turning and using the knocker. Eerily, there is no sound as the brass ring strikes the wood, but the door opens a couple seconds later.
Angela leads the way, and I have to force my legs to carry me after her. Beyond the door is not what I expect to see. Lush carpets adorn the walls, except where various heads are mounted. Some are recognizable, like the roaring lion’s head or the saber-toothed tiger with fear filled eyes. There is even an orc’s head mounted next to a Cyclops’s cranium. The one with both an elephant’s trunk and a pig’s snout on the other hand is new to me.
A human skull sits white on a wooden table. Around the table are three large-backed reddish chairs. Only two of them are empty. Curled up in one is a wolf-like creature, with large feathered wings folded against its back and a serpent’s tail, replete with a rattle.
The beast raises its head as we approach and gazes at us with sharp golden eyes.
“Marchosias,” The blue-haired punk says, addressing the monster, “I see you were expecting us.”
The thing growls at her, before its outlines become fuzzy, and it morphs into the shape of a robed man. His head is hidden behind a cowl, but when he speaks, his voice is deep, and sounds familiar. “I always know what happens in my domain.” The cowl turns to face me, and I can feel the demon’s gaze wash over me. “So this is the young man in question,” he states, rather than asks. “Yes, I can sense a great deal about him. You know you really should have come to me first, instead of the Pillar of Fire. She’s been a little. . . unhinged lately.” The succubus stays quiet, and I don’t think I could talk if words were put into my mouth. “What a delicious treat you’ve brought me, Angelica.”
My heart pounds as the large creature approaches me. I can sense how powerful this being is and shudder in response.
“We’re here to seek your help rescuing a friend of ours from Varun,” Angela speaks up, and I sigh in relief as Marchosias turns away from me.
“Another Pillar that has become unsteady lately,” he says sadly. “What you ask for is no small thing.” He returns to his seat and indicates for us to sit. I wait for Angela to be seated, before I follow suit. “But I suppose you already have experience rescuing people and escaping from the demesne of one of our benevolent Pillars.” Derision is thick in his tone as he speaks of the creators of this world. “What aid can I offer you?”
“We have two others with us. The three of them will need to be able to breathe while in Varun’s home,” Angela says calmly, and my respect for the woman increases. My legs are shaking so bad, that I’m thankful I’m sitting. How does she stay so relaxed?
Marchosias laughs loudly for a few seconds, before replying. “The two women in this mortal’s car? That is easy enough, but this man doesn’t need my help with that.”
I really wish I could figure out who he sounds like. I feel like I should know, but I can’t seem to put my finger on it.
Angela stares at me for a moment before evenly replying. “He has some of my skills, but I don’t think he is able to give himself gills.”
“Just so, he will be fine under the water.” There is no mistaking the mirth in his voice. He turns his attention back to me, and I feel my shaking increase. “What you need is through that door, mortal, but I warn you: grab only the two blue vials on the table in the very back. Have your playthings drink from them, and they will be able to breathe underwater for as long as they stay conscious. Should they sleep, the potion will wear off and they will drown. Take anything else, and the consequences will be dire.”
I don’t think I want to know what Marchosias considers ‘dire.’
“Go ahead,” the hidden demon encourages me. “The succubus and I have some things to discuss.”
Standing, I look to Angela. “Will you be fine out here?” I ask.
Marchosias roars with laughter, startling me and making me want to run for the door. I’d rather face the entire room of Cyclopes than stay in here with the demon a moment longer, but I won’t abandon my friend.
“The mortal has balls!” he croaks when he can get enough air into his lungs. “Run along now, little thing. I mean her no harm, you have my word on that.”
“He is honorable,” Angela vouches for him. I’m still not sure, but Angela nods to me and I head for the indicated door.
Despite my generator abilities, I feel so small compared to all the supernatural creatures in this world. No wonder humans rebelled against them. Even with Angela’s assurances, I’m terrified.
The knob turns easily, and the door swings open on silent hinges. With one last look, I turn to Angela, but her back is turned to me. Taking a deep breath, I step through into a long hallway.
Shelves line the walls, filled with more things than I can identify. I easily see why he warned me not to take anything else, though. A stack of gold bullion sits on one shelf next to what I assume is a diamond the size of my foot. Riches aren’t the only things in here, either, though I’m certain that everything has some sort of value. There is a mint condition, first edition of Action Comics with Superman, sitting next to a sword, its tang exposed and the blade made of something shinier than chrome that exudes power. Ancient scrolls sit beside a pile of straw, which calls home beneath a. . . .
Did something just move? I almost reach for the sword, something in it drawing me to its brilliant surface, but remember just in time not to touch anything else. Why didn’t I think to get some kind of weapon before coming to the Shadow World? Some rescuer I am!
A small noise catches my attention, and I turn to see what’d made it.
My eyes light on one of the glowing orbs, but I can’t see anything that would make a noise. I watch the orb for a couple more seconds, but give up. I need to get the vials and get out. This place is giving me the creeps.
“Please,” the voice is soft, and I barely hear it, but it catches my full attention.
“Who?” I ask, turning back to the globe.
A small creature walks around the light, its right hand brushing the glowing orb’s surface. This is a creature I recognize immediately, with its tiny golden butterfly wings and lithe form covered in a slight golden dress. Her golden hair hangs down to her shoulders, framing a delicate, but pretty face.
“You’re a fairy!” I exclaim.
“Darn it!” she pouts, stamping her tiny foot. “I was hoping for a smarter hero. This one’ll never do.” She tries to fold her arms, but it’s then that I realize her hand isn’t resting on the glowing light, but stuck to it.
“You’re stuck,” I say before I can think better of it.
“Wow! You must be a genius of your kind,” she says, her eyes going wide in feigned admiration.
Feeling my ire rising at her condescending tone, I state, “Odd to hear such comments coming from a four inch fairy stuck to a light bulb. I’m sorry I disturbed your rest. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
I turn to head deeper into the hallway, but she stops me.
“Wait! You can’t just leave me here! Do you know what he does to poor innocent fairies like me?” She gives a cute little shudder, but I don’t buy it.
“Poor and innocent? You must be taking me for a bigger fool than you look right now.” Okay, I know I shouldn’t treat her like that, but she started it!
To my surprise, she actually starts laughing. Has she gone mad?
“Oh, I like you,” she says after a moment, then seems to examine me. “What are you, exactly? You look like a human, but that’s impossible. No one would be dumb enough to bring any humans to this world, much less to that demon’s home. So what are you? A werewolf? Not many vampires come this way, and you don’t have that aura around you anyway. . . .” No one would be dumb enough to bring a human here, but I brought two. What does that make me?
“I’m a generator,” I tell her calmly, trying to keep my cool.
“A generator? No way! I thought they’d been wiped out. That’s so cool!” She grows silent for a moment, and the quiet gets uncomfortable. “So, umm, you gonna rescue me, or what?”
“And risk Marchosias’s wrath?” I ask, thinking about the scary being out there talking to Angela.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she tells me, shaking her hips suggestively.
This time, it’s my turn to laugh. “Ha, I’ve heard plenty of stories about fairies and their tricks. How do I know this isn’t another one?”
“Oh drat!” she pouts as she stamps her foot prettily. She seems to think for a couple moments, before saying, “I can give you my word three times.”
The way she states that so matter-of-factly makes me think that her statement should make perfect sense to me. It doesn’t, but I pretend as if it does.
“Go ahead,” I say, folding my arms and nodding my head.
She grimaces at me, like I just asked her to do the impossible, but she fills her lungs and says firmly, “I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. I promise to reward you after you rescue me, without any tricks. There! Now get me out of here.”
“Okay, now how do you propose I do that?” I ask. I know she didn’t say exactly how she’d reward me, but she did promise no tricks. “I have no intention of replacing you on that orb, and it’s not like you and it will fit in my pocket.”
From out of nowhere, she produces a minuscule blade. Well, miniscule compared to me. For her, it looks like more of a short sword.
“You said you’re a generator, right?” She waits for my nod before continuing. “So you can heal me?”
“Yeah, but—” I try to protest, but she cuts me short.
“I’ll cut off my hand, you heal me and we get away.” Her words make sense, but she doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
“It doesn’t work like that!” I hurriedly say, as she raises her left hand to lop off the right one. Thankfully she stops and looks at me, an annoyed expression painted across her cute little features. “The only way I can heal is through sex. I can’t just send the energy to you.”
She covers her mouth in a shocked expression, her sword clattering to the tabletop. “You’re one of those!” she exclaims, and the way she says it, makes it sound like I’m the biggest lecher in the world. She quickly recovers her blade and points it at me. “You stay away from me. I’m not that big of a fool. You’re not going to get my maidenhead that easily, monster.”
“You don’t understand!” I say, frustration building in me, but I’m trying not to be loud enough to be heard by the demon or Angela. “I’m not trying to take anything from you.”
“Ha! You almost had me believing that the prophecies were coming true. As if a generator could exist after centuries of being extinct.” Scorn fills her words now, and I just shake my head. What prophecies is she talking about?
I have more important things to worry about right now.
“Fine, stay here. I don’t know you, and I don’t owe you anything. I came in here to get something to rescue my friend. You’ll have to get the next hapless hero who wanders in here to help you.” Turning away, I look down the hallway and see the table with a number of vials on it. “You’re not worth me risking my life for, anyway.” Okay, so that last is a lie. I know I can’t just abandon her to the demon outside, but I can’t stand the way she constantly belittles me either.
Walking away, I’m surprised that she doesn’t say anything to stop me. I reach the table in short order, and groan. Vials of various colors are spread across the table. Some are bubbling, though I can see no source of heat, some glow, while others seem to absorb the light. I have no idea which two vials I’m supposed to grab. Oh, sure, I know I’m supposed to get the blue ones, but which ones are blue? There are days I really wish I weren’t colorblind!
I know I need to go back and ask for help, but then I hear the fairy sobbing, and realize that I can use her without losing face.
Walking back to the diminutive figure, I find her on her knees, head bowed and right hand still on the orb. Her short sword lies in her lap, and I can just make out the sound of her crying.
“Tell ya what,” I say, startling her, “I need your help. Promise to help me, and I’ll figure out some other way to get you free.”
“How?” She lifts her head to look at me, and I can see the marks her tears have left on her cheeks. “Only the demon can release me from this trap, or I have to lose my hand. This is my fighting hand, and I won’t give it up, but neither will I surrender my maidenhead to you. It’s hopeless.”
It takes a great effort of will not to try and comfort the little lady. The sword in her lap helps me hold back.
“We don’t have to completely have sex,” I tell her. “I just need to get off with your help. You can keep your maidenhood. I just need to borrow your eyes for a second.”
“My . . . eyes?” she asks, horrified.
“Not like that! I’m colorblind, and need to know which two vials over there are blue,” I explain, and see her visibly relax.
“I still think you’re a pervert, and if you’re lying to me I’ll make you pay.” She brandishes her thin blade at me, emphasizing her point. The way she does it, however, shows me that she isn’t very experienced with her left hand. “But if it will get me out of here, then I’m willing to give it a try. How do you propose I help you?”
I blink, realizing that this is going to be a problem. At about four inches tall, she can’t exactly give me a blowjob, and I don’t particularly care to get my cock that close to the orb anyway. I don’t think even my size changing prick will accommodate her tiny kisser. I don’t think we have time for me to fall asleep to enter her mind.
I remember the first night Becky and I had been together, and how I had received energy from Lisa as she’d masturbated while watching us. Could it work the other way? Wow, I am a pervert!
“You’re going to need to masturbate,” I tell her, feeling my cheeks go red at the request.
One delicate eyebrow rises at my words, but she just mumbles the word, “Pervert,” before sitting back down and lifting the hem of her golden skirt with her left hand. She’s wearing nothing underneath, and I watch as she glares at me while her free hand goes to cover her crotch. I can just make out a tuft of golden hair above her tiny slit, before her hand covers it, and she begins to move her fingers from side-to-side. Her eyes never leave mine, even when I unzip my pants and pull out my own member.
Despite the atmosphere in here, I’m already hard as I begin stroking my length.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” she demands, heat in her voice. “Did you want to watch me play with myself, while you stroke yourself? Do you like humiliating little fairies like this?” Despite her words, I notice her hand picking up speed, and her eyes dropping to my man-meat occasionally. “Maybe if I spread myself wide for you, it will help with your perverted nature, and we can end this sooner.” She matches words to actions, and I watch as she uses two fingers to spread her lips, showing me the delicate canal inside. Despite her behavior, I can easily see that she’s wet and enjoying herself.
I only grunt in response, not wanting to take my eyes off her.
“Not enough?” she demands, and though it sounds like she’s angry, I can see a smile in her eyes. “Maybe I need to expose my chest to you as well.” She’s able to slip the strap of her dress off her left shoulder, but with her hand still stuck to the light, she leaves the other strap up. It’s enough to bare one breast, though, and I watch, enjoying the way she twiddles her fingers around her already stiff nipple.
I pick up the pace on my own member, moaning softly to let her know that I’m getting close. Is it just me, or is this hallway getting brighter?
“Still not enough?” she asks, but ruins it with a slight moan. “I guess I’m going to have to get really depraved.” Leaving her breast exposed, she returns her hand to her pussy, using her pointer finger and pinky to spread her labia, she drives her middle two fingers inter her noticeably dripping snatch. Her eyes close slightly as her head drops back, and she furiously moves her fingers in and out. She can’t deny she’s enjoying this anymore, as moan after moan escapes her, and when the energy from her orgasm starts to wash over me, I finally reach my own climax.
Hoping it will help, I aim my first shot at her, and it almost knocks her over as it blasts into her chest.
Her head snaps up as my second string arcs its way to her, and quicker than my eyes can follow, she grips her small sword, and swings it at her right arm. Her scream is barely muffled, as the sharp blade rips through her flesh. She gets her stump up in time to catch the third volley on it, grunting again at the force of the impact. To my orgasm-fuzzed surprise, she even begins to scoop up my spunk and shovels it into her mouth.
Finally spent, I place my left hand on the table to keep my balance, and new worry starts to fill me, as I notice a number of objects in the room start to dim, including the sword. It had gotten brighter in here, I realize, worried about what it all might mean. Did those objects react to my ability, or just to our actions?
My worry over that is short lived however, as another is presented to me, in the form of a very sharp blade pointed at my nose. Pointed may be too soft of a term. In truth, I can feel the blade pricking me sharply. I don’t miss the fact that the blade is held in her newly formed right hand.
“You’ve had your fun, pervert, now I demand you get me out of here.” Her tone brooks no nonsense, but I back away, shaking my head and rubbing my tender nose.
“Not until you identify the blue bottles I need,” I tell her. “You promised three times to help me when you were free, remember?”
“Wasn’t your vile act reward enough?” She demands at me, wiping at some of my cum still stuck to her, and I bark a laugh at her.
“That vile act saved you and your hand. All I want you to do is tell me which vials are blue, and then you can go your own way.” She contemplates me for a few seconds, before flying over to the table with all the potions on it.
“These two,” she says, examining them. “You need to have someone breathe underwater?”
“I need to rescue a friend,” I tell her, not wanting to give away too much, but thankful that the vials do what their supposed to.
“Well, these are the ones you want, and as promised, there is no trick.” I’d wonder at her words, if she didn’t look so serious.
I stare at the two thin bottles, and while I know they’re the right general color, I have to take her word on the rest.
“Thank you,” I tell her graciously. “Now you can go as you please.”
Grabbing the two vials, I turn and walk back down the cluttered hallway.
“Wait!” the fairy yells, but I don’t stop. I feel something land on my shoulder, but I refuse to look at her. “I can’t get out of here on my own. You, Pervert, will help me leave.”
“First of all, my name is Lyden, not Pervert. Second, I don’t like your attitude, and our agreement has been met. I got you away from the orb, and you told me which vials to take.” I’m trying hard not to smile, but somehow I keep the grin out of my voice.
“You drive a hard bargain,” she says in my ear. “What do you want in return for your continued assistance in getting me out of here?” I open my mouth to say that I don’t need anything, but she stops me. “No! You can’t have my maidenhead. I would rather die, than give up that, Pervert.”
“You want out of here?” I ask in annoyance. “What I want from you is a bit of respect. I’ve given you my name, pixie. Use it, or I leave you here.”
“That’s it? Done, done, and done. There, I’ve agreed three times, Lyden. I will treat you with respect, my savior, until we are free of this place,” she agrees quickly, and I curse myself for getting annoyed. I probably could have gotten some weapons or something else to aid in saving Brooke, but instead I got a tag-along.
“Fine,” I grump. “Hide in the back of my shirt while I walk out.”
She opens her mouth to say something, and by the look on her face I won’t like it, but she seems to choke, and I realize that she truly can’t break any word she’s agreed to three times. Frowning, I feel her lift up the back of my shirt, and plant her feet on the waist of my pants. Her small hands grip my skin, and it feels like tiny pincers. Uncomfortable, but as safe as we’re going to be, I head out.
“Find what you needed, mortal?” Marchosias asks, as the wooden door closes behind me. I can feel his eyes on me, and a sudden irrational fear overcomes me that he knows that I have the fairy hidden away.
“I-I did,” I stumble over my words, as I hold up the two vials, as if to say, ‘See, I have what I came for, and nothing else. Nope, nothing but what you see. . . .’
Why did I agree to save the rude fairy? I wonder, as I can feel my heart beating uncomfortably in my chest. Because I can’t leave a woman in distress, I answer my own question. Dang my gentlemanly sensibilities.
“Good,” Marchosias’s voice booms, startling me. I need to be less jumpy, or he’ll know something is up. “We have finished our talk as well. I’m sure you can find your own way out.” He points to the door, and I have to work hard not to run for it.
“Thank you for your help and advice,” Angela says respectfully.
I’m almost to the door, only a couple more steps to freedom.
“You are most welcome, Angelica.” Angelica? That’s twice he’s called her that. My hand is on the knob to open the door when he speaks again. “I’m sorry, Arethusa, but did you really think escaping would be that easy?” Who’s Arethusa? The sudden tightening of the fairy’s hands on my skin gives away the answer. “And Lyden, didn’t I warn you that the consequences would be dire if you took anything else?”
Desperately I turn the knob and pull, but the door won’t budge. In horror I watch as the wood fades, and becomes a solid rock wall. Turning, I face the cowled demon, and wait for his attack.
“Lyden, what is he talking about?” Angela asks me, her own voice filled with confusion and fear.
“I’m sorry to tell you, Angelica, that your associate is a thief.” The demon raises his hand to point at me, making me flinch, but nothing else happens. Again, I think I recognize the voice, but I still can’t place it, and have other more important things to worry about. “I think he needs to learn a lesson.” With that being all the warning I get, the hand pointing at me flashes, and I throw up my arms to uselessly block whatever he’s throwing at me.
“What?” I ask after realizing that I’m not in pain, or dead. Looking down at myself, I find that I’m completely nude.
“A fairy?” Angela asks, and then turns back to Marchosias, her eyes growing wide. “No, you can’t! Don’t make her do that,” she demands, but after a wave of the demon’s hand, she loses her voice.
“He has stolen from me, and as punishment, he will get to keep what he’s taken,” the demon states, anger in his voice. “Forever.”
I can see the succubus shaking her head, and mouthing the word ‘no,’ but a noise behind me makes me turn around. I don’t expect what I find.
The fairy is no longer four inches tall, but four feet tall. She’s even shorter than Becky is, though not by much. She is also just as naked as I am.
“Don’t look at me,” she cries, but when she lifts her head and our eyes meet, there is a . . . well, I don’t know what else to call it, but a spark. Immediately we’re drawn to each other. Her lips against mine ignite a flame inside me, and even though I’d gotten off just a few moments ago, my cock is almost painfully hard and demanding more.
My entire world shrinks down to just the two of us, as I passionately kiss her back. My arms pull her body tight to mine, careful only of her large delicate wings.
“I can’t stop,” she gasps, as I move my lips away from hers, and run them along her jaw line. “We can’t do this, but I can’t resist.” Her words remind me of our situation and I realize we’re being controlled.
Anger floods through my system, and I try to fight back, but my lips continue their journey until they reach her soft left breast. The same one I’d masturbated to just a bit ago. Thankfully my ejaculate was removed along with her clothes. I can feel her hand rubbing up and down the length of my wood, as my right hand drops to her rear, and gives it a firm squeeze.
No! I cry out mentally. This isn’t right! I need to stop this before I hurt her.
“Please,” she begs me. “Fight it. If you take my maidenhood, it will be all over for me.”
“I’m trying,” I pant, as my mouth moves to her other breast. A moan escapes my mouth as I feel her rub my sensitized head. Nothing I’m doing is working though. It seems the harder I fight, the less control I have. “He’s too strong.”
Part of me just wants to submit and let this happen. I’d tried to steal from the demon, and been busted. Sex with the fairy—what did Marchosias call her, Arethusa?—can’t be the end of the world. I should just get it done and over with.
I feel an ounce of control return to me, and an idea forms in my mind. She is getting ready to impale herself on me, but I throw my efforts not into stopping this, but modifying it. I’m able to move my hands to her arms, and turn her around. Grasping the base of my prick in my left hand, I spit into my right. Using the saliva to lube the head of my penis, I aim it for her pussy.
“Please, no!” she cries in anguish.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I thrust my hips forward. She cries out in pain and agony as my cock penetrates her.
“Good,” Marchosias gleefully cackles. “Now you two are permanently bound to each other!”
I have to fight hard to keep myself under some modicum of control. Looking down, I can see that I’d been successful, as my penis slips further into Arethusa’s tight rectum. I can see that it’s trying to conform to her tight hole, and feel terrible for the pain I know I’m causing her, but I don’t have enough control to stop. I aim a couple more shots of saliva at where we’re connected, and within a few seconds, I’m fully ensconced within her colon.
I can feel her crying as her body shakes, and I whisper, “It will be over soon.”
Making sure my thighs are together so that the demon can’t see that I’m not in the proper orifice, I grip her hips, and as slowly as I can manage so as not to cause any undue pain, I pull out of her. I’m a little uncomfortable like this, as short as she is, but know I need to keep up the ruse. Just when I think I’m going to be able to pull all the way out, I feel my hips move forward again, and she grunts as my hips hit her soft rear.
Despite the fact that I’m being forced to do this, I can’t deny how good her sphincter feels as it glides along the length of my schlong. Deciding that I need to attempt to give her as much pleasure as possible, I bend forward, and let my right hand slide around between her legs, until I find the soft hair at the top of her crotch. My fingers dig for her clit, and she gasps as I pinch it.
“Yes,” Marchosias croons in his deep baritone, “give in to your desires, and enjoy it.”
I’d almost forgotten about our audience, but I concentrate on my task. I can’t even spare a thought for Angela. My left hand moves up her back, avoiding her wings, and then around to her hanging breast. I begin tweaking her nipple while still working on her clit, and after a few moments of me still pounding into her rectum, she actually begins to moan.
Knowing that I’m no longer causing her complete pain, allows my climax to come quicker. “I’m sorry,” I tell her again, as I start to unload into her colon. For a second I can feel my energy levels droop, as a portion of my soul transfers to her. Then my energy levels rebound, and I realize that she’s also climaxing.