by Jamie Hawke
“Agreed.” I took a lick of my popsicle, loving the sour strawberry lemonade, so refreshing. Not just in the heat, but with all the chaos lately, it was a cool reminder of simpler times, of a summer in the rose garden overlooking Portland. Of times with my mom, when she had still been passionate for the future, back when she still believed she and my dad were going places in life.
It hadn’t lasted long, and by the time I was twelve I was able to smell the bullshit, able to notice the empty bottles and all that.
At least there had been a time when it was all good. Then again, with a glance at Megha smiling so cutely in my direction, there was no doubt this was a great time—better, in many ways. I could create my future, a new kind of life.
For me and my team, there was a bright future. Maybe, when I was in the right place to do so, I would be able to help my parents do something more, too.
“How do you feel now?” I asked.
She laughed. “Like you got distracted. But that… I like you anyway.”
“Thanks.”
She laughed again, and I loved that laugh. Fuck, how was it I could be so into each of these ladies, and it not feel the slightest bit weird? I leaned over and kissed her. She smiled, licked her popsicle, and shrugged.
“The thing is, we’re all together in this.” She turned, eyes roaming over the architecture of D.C. “It’s a lovely world, and more lovely with us all together. We need to get back, figure out how this will all work… how to find Yenifer. To be together.” Her eyes took on a spark of mischief as she looked me up and down. “Think… I mean, do you think you can handle her?”
“In a fight?”
“In the sheets.” She winked. “I think she’d totally destroy you, but that you’d love every second of it.”
“Ebrill could heal me during, so… you know.”
Another laugh. “True!” She tossed the rest of her popsicle into the nearby trash, took my hand, and said, “Let’s go.”
I frowned, but then saw Steph walking back from the bathroom, and nodded. Steph wrapped my arm in hers, and the three of us took off. We walked around a bit more, stopped at a falafel cart to grab something to eat, and eventually headed back. We had a role to play in all this, and it was time.
“I’ll be honest,” I told Megha as we made our way back to the senator’s house, “I woke up today and thought you’d be gone.”
“Why’d you think that?” Steph asked.
“Because he’s smart,” Megha replied. “I was considering it. Maybe I’ll leave tomorrow, I don’t know.”
“Excuse me?”
“This is a weird time. We don’t know where Yenifer is and I don’t know, I’m not the type to be tied down. Never was.”
“Well, we’re glad you stayed,” Steph told her.
We made it back to the house and I paused, looking each of them in the eyes in turn. “I had fun today. Let’s… try to enjoy more of our lives like this, sometimes. Right?”
“I’d love that,” Steph said.
Megha nodded. “As long as I’m around.”
I chuckled, taking what I could from her.
The door creaked open, and Galahad stood there, smiling pleasantly. “Good, you’re back.”
“Was there trouble?” I asked.
“I’ve been talking with Riland, about,” he turned to Steph, “your friends.”
“My friends?” Steph frowned in confusion.
“The wraith knights. My old friends, no? Well, if that’s so… I think I might be able to help them get some of their self-awareness back, help them to be themselves again.”
Her eyes went wide, her lip twitching. All she could do was nod.
“Come, let’s talk,” Galahad said, guiding her to the family room nearby.
“Wait,” I said, and caught up to them. “Steph, does this mean… anything?”
She smiled, hand on my arm. “As far as us? No, they were like… brothers, in a sense. Best friends. But even if they came back fully, it would be as family, not any sort of lovers at this point.”
I nodded, knowing it was odd for me to even ask, considering my position with the witches and gargoyles. But I cared, and she seemed to get it.
As they walked off, Megha cocked her head in thought. “You know… I’ve been wondering. What he’s talking about—now that we have access to Avalon and the Dark Lands, well… maybe there’s something to be done about the idea of turning to stone during the day?”
“You think?”
She nodded. “It’s worth trying, isn’t it? Let the ladies rest a little more, but then, before nightfall, I say we try it.”
“Great idea,” I replied, giddy at the thought that, even if it was just a hope, we might be able to wake the gargoyles during the day. “What should we… er, do in the meantime?”
She bit her lip, nodded to the stairs, and said, “I can think of a thing or two.”
You can imagine, it didn’t take long for us to sprint up the stairs, for me to pick her up and smother her with my lips on her neck, to pull her new D.C. outfit off and toss her on the bed.
I undid my belt and then went for my shirt, feeling before it was half-off that she was dealing with the rest of taking off my pants. My hard cock rocked up and down as it was freed.
“Wait,” I said, taking her hand, looking at her beautiful body, then to her eyes. “Dance with me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on.” I pulled her in, bodies close, cock between her legs as we swayed back and forth. For a long, perfect moment we danced like that, her moaning and holding me tight. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she shoved me against the wall.
Before I could say a thing, my attention was drawn to the bliss of the warmth of her mouth as it engulfed my cock.
My moan was soft. I tossed my shirt aside and watched as her eyes met mine. She continued to stroke me, tip inside of her mouth, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I fumbled around for one of the condoms, quickly sliding it on. She eyed it with confusion.
“What the fuck is that?”
I laughed. “Just… to help you not get pregnant.”
“This world of yours has some odd magic.” She stroked it, reminding me how annoying it was to have that extra layer between us, but a flow of energy coursed through her fingers that sent me into a spasm of lust and infatuation.
I lifted her and held her thick ass in my hands, gripping it tight as I lowered her onto my cock. Oh, fuck, her tight pussy felt like Heaven. The condom wasn’t even there, as far as the sensations were concerned.
The wall slammed into my back as she rode me, then we were on the ground and she was thrusting, our bodies like one. Her breasts heaved, then pressed against me. One second she had her face buried in my neck, then arched back, moving so I could rotate to be on top of her, face in her breasts, hands on her thighs, her ass, appreciating every inch of her. Every bit of her body.
She let out a soft yelp, then a long moan, nails digging into my flesh. For a moment I felt her hands on my head, fingers running through my hair and then… moving into my skull. Her hands were on my brain, and it was sensational—like every bit of pleasure one could imagine taking hold of me at once, my cock surging larger than it ever had before.
There was no holding it back, then, and I gripped her tight as I released into her. Well, into the condom, I guess. I was overcome with pleasure, obsessed with the beauty that was her… and those fingers retreating from my skull.
We simply lay there together, enjoying each other’s warm, nude bodies. Megha pushed herself up and eyed me.
“What?” I finally asked.
“You fuck like a champ, and you’re not bad on the eyes.”
“Thanks,” I replied, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad?” She laughed. “I’m fucking amazing.”
“I know.” We kissed again.
When she pulled back, she put a finger to my lips, tracing them, and then bopped my nose with a giggle. “I’m e
xcited to see what happened with Steph and Galahad.”
“Me too,” I replied. “To meet the knights.”
She nodded.
“Should we, then?”
“In a minute,” Megha said, adjusting herself to straddle my face and take my limp dick in her mouth. I got the picture, and it was a nice one—her cute little pink asshole in my face, her pussy waiting to be licked.
I dove in, eating her up, loving every second of it.
All that other stuff would come soon, along with the reckoning with Fatiha, then the rest of the Nine. There was no rush. It would all come.
But first it was our turn, again.
BOOK 6: They Come at Night
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Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling as a beautiful witch worked her tongue on my balls wasn’t the worst way to spend the afternoon, but honestly, there was a lot on my mind. Yenifer was out there and we needed to find her, see why she didn’t seem to recognize any of us. Some of the Nine Ladies, an ancient group of powerful women who had been around during King Arthur’s time, were being brought back—or maybe were already back—and would cause trouble.
“It’s not going to come back up, is it?” Megha asked.
I glanced down, taking in my limp dick and debating whether to give it a couple of strokes to see what would happen. The little guy was tired. Best to give him a rest. Shaking my head, I gave her a ‘sorry’ look.
With a quick kiss on the tip, she chuckled, then pushed me back and straddled my face. “That’s fine, you can finish me off again.”
No complaints there, and I loved a woman who could take control and tell me what she wanted. It helped that her pussy had a bit of a pumpkin-spice latte thing going on. Not that I actually liked those lattes. Too much sugar, maybe? But here, it was the perfect amount, like the way you expect the lattes to taste when you smell them, but they never quite do.
And it gave me energy, too! More than any caffeine could have. When she clenched up, legs pressing in on my head and fingers gripping my hair, pulling, it hurt but was like taking three shots of espresso. My tongue went into overdrive, rotating around her clit and then flicking across it as it hardened. Each moan came deeper and longer, each convulsion rocking her body in ways that made me feel like the fucking man.
One long “Mmmmmmm,” ended it, and she stared down at me with a dazed, affectionate look in her eyes.
As she rolled off, I was up, grinning wildly as I wiped my lips and chin.
“What?” she asked, eyeing me. “Why’re you grinning like you were the one who just had your pussy licked?”
“Wouldn’t know what that’s like, exactly,” I pointed out, jumping up and going to the adjoining bathroom for a quick wash and to take a piss. “What can I say? I’m a pussy eater and I love it. I’m addicted.”
She laughed, then threw a pillow at me as I came back in, dick swinging. Seeing me pull on my boxers, she sighed. “Putting it away so soon?”
“It wasn’t doing much for me, anyway,” I admitted. “Let’s give it a break so I can come back swinging with a vengeance.”
Her laugh echoed off the walls, gentle and fun. “I can’t wait. Mmm, the way your thighs were slapping against mine last night, your balls rocking back and forth.”
“Jeesh.” I ran a hand through my hair.
My timidness earned another laugh, and then she was up, kissing me fervently before turning to put her clothes on. I paused, watching her petite but thick ass, the curve of her mound displayed as she bent—no doubt showing off on purpose.
“How much do I owe you?” she asked, patting her ass as if there was a wallet in her dress. We both knew there wasn’t.
“Hardy har.” I finished dressing, then nodded to the door. “I was thinking we should go check on the others.”
“Yeah?”
“Steph and her wraith knights. Remember, Galahad and Steph were working to kind of make them more cognizant or something?”
“Ooh, I am curious.” She pushed me back onto the bed, pinning my hands behind my head.
“More?” I asked, eager to please but also confused.
She licked her lips but then shook her head. “No, just wanted another moment with you to myself. It seems that’s hard to get around here.”
“Right. Funny thing is, I’d always considered myself very serious when it comes to relationships and monogamy.”
“Oh, you’re serious. It just happens to be about a relationship with several women instead of one.” She cocked her head. “And if a guy wanted to be involved? Wanted to kiss your—”
“Sorry,” I interrupted, unable to consider it. “I don’t mean to be an ass. I have no problem with others doing what makes them happy, but for me? Females only, please.”
“Fair enough.”
I eyed her, waiting to see what she was really doing. Holding me there, eyes darting back and forth over mine, clearly debating how to say something.
“You know,” she finally spoke up, “I’ve been out, or free you could say, for a lot longer than the others.”
“To be clear, when you say out, you’re not talking about the ‘out of the closet,’ into women, out, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course, I’m into women, every bit as much as I’m into you. They’re simply too sexy not to be into them. But no, I mean… out of Avalon. Wasn’t held in stone like Ebrill and the rest.”
“I know.”
“So, you can assume I’ve heard things, been around to watch the realities grow into legends.” She ran a finger along my lips, smiling pleasantly. Then her finger stopped, and her expression grew dark. “The Nine are worse than legends say. Maybe not all of them, I don’t know, but there’s darkness there you couldn’t begin to understand. And their reach is deep. Stories passed down throughout the world, fairy tales and fables, much of them have some truth. Magical characters that have existed in one way or another, in a way that has made these tales—and many of the stories are there to make the original characters—seem less scary.”
“I don’t understand. You’re telling me fairy tales are real?”
She bit her lip as she nodded. “But not real in the way you would think. Some are more like demons. Is it such a surprise, though, what I’m saying? Galahad, Arthur, all of that was legend. Some question the reality, saying it never could have been.”
“I… guess?” I honestly wasn’t sure. There were articles online where so-called experts held forth on what they believed to be the legend of Arthur’s origins. Of course, they didn’t believe any magician named Merlin had actually existed, or at least, not one who had been able to do real magic, anyway.
Now that I knew what I did of the world, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if I met Merlin tomorrow. Okay, maybe a bit.
“There’s so much to this world, so many layers.” She leaned forward and nibbled on my lower lip. “Luckily, we have each other’s genitals to distract us from it all.” I cracked up at that, even more so when she reached down into my pants, basically tickling my balls and saying, “Distract me, Jericho. Come on, distract me.”
“Stop,” I said, pulling her hand out, then flipping her over to pull her dress down and take her nipple in my mouth.
A soft moan flowed from her lips, but then she pulled me up, frowned, and said, “We have work to do.”
“I… what?”
“Let’s go.” She moved out from under me, heading for the door. There was no way she could have not felt my growing erection, sensed my rising desire again.
“What happened to distracting ourselves?”
“You said it yourself. Mr. Happy needs a break, so that you can bring it next time. Come now, quickly. Snap, snap.”
She was out the door before I had a chance to tuck my boner into the waistline of my pants. I caught up with her halfway to the stairs.
“That was cruel,” I said.
“Oh?” she glanced over, then down. “Eh, I’d rather have you anxiously awaiting our next moment together. Makes every seco
nd between now and then more exciting.”
“You have a strange way of thinking.”
Her head bobbed up and down. “Never denied that.”
We came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, seeing that the group we had come for were in the next room over. Steph stood with Galahad and Riland in discussions with her wraith knights. To my surprise, the wraith knights hadn’t changed in form. They still wore their rusted armor and red hoods over shadowed faces.
At my look, Steph excused herself and came my way, lowering her voice to address Megha and me. “The change is on a spiritual realm, Galahad says. He won’t be able to bring them back to the point where they’re like him, but as for conversation and presence of mind, this is the real them. At least some of the knights.”
My arms tingled with the thought that now I was standing not only in the presence of Galahad, but other knights from the Round Table as well.
“Introduce us,” Megha said, nonplussed. In her time, I guess much of this wouldn’t have been a big deal, and if I remembered correctly, at least some of my team hadn’t likely heard of King Arthur. But Megha had been free, had lived through that, or at least come to our world and seen how others viewed it.
“This knight,” Steph said as she led us over, gesturing to the tallest one next to her, “is Sir Percival.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Percival said.
I bowed my head. “And I you, Sir Percival.”
She introduced the others as well, and I greeted them each in turn. When introductions were over, I scratched my chin, wondering.
“The rest?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t rude. “Lancelot?”
“You wouldn’t want him here,” Percival said with a boisterous laugh. A couple of the others chuckled, but in a dark way that made me very curious to hear the rest of this story. My guess was it had a lot more to it than simply stealing Guinevere from Arthur.
“All of the fighting, these moments with Steph,” I asked, eyes moving over our new friends to ensure I wasn’t stepping on any toes, “that’s the only place I’ve ever seen you before. Do you have any recollection of it?”