Myths and Gargoyles

by Jamie Hawke

  “We fucking did it!” she said, then set me down with a grin. “Sorry, it’s just that the impact of it all is only now hitting me. Fatiha and the old Nine gone, us as the new Nine. It’s…”

  “Amazing,” Aerona said, kissing me on the cheek, a hand lingering on my waist as she looked out at the stars. “But this is only the beginning.”

  “A beginning?” Ebrill asked, hands to her head as she seemed to be having a harder time with waking up that night than usual.

  “More memories,” Aerona explained. “They came to me in the night. And… our next steps are becoming clearer and clearer.” Her eyes flashed gold, her head turning, a finger raising. When the gold glow faded, she laughed. “Sorry. That was… new.”

  “Is this going to be a normal thing?” Ebrill asked. “Because it’s kind of creepy.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  “Anything of relevance?” I asked.

  Aerona licked her lips, then nodded. “Yes, but… mostly stuff that will help us on our search for the stones. The biggest piece, I want to wait for.”

  “That’s just mean,” Kordelia chided her, earning more laughs.

  “You’ll see. When we reach Riland, I’ll be sure you’re all there to hear.”

  After ensuring nobody would be around to see us, but casting spells to be safe, we made our way to the vans and piled in, and soon were on the road on our way back. Comms open between us and the other van, I told them all more about what had happened with the final fight against Moronoe in Avalon, and we debated what the extra exposure to the land might mean, if anything.

  “There will undoubtedly be future enemies,” Ebrill said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if there are others who are aware of Avalon, others who try to access it.”

  “What about this new army of yours?” Kordelia asked, turning my way. “You think you can really trust them?”

  “I think we have to try, to make it work,” I replied. “Will we incorporate all of them without question? Not a chance. We will train them, check their minds to be sure they’re on the right path, or at least trying. Like an army, it won’t happen overnight.”

  “And then… the White House?” Steph asked.

  I chuckled, shrugged. “That’s Galahad’s plan for me. As for the reality… we’ll see.”

  From there, we chatted about what else we might do with free time, some chances to explore at night, and maybe travel. I wasn’t sure how we would do that, exactly, but Megha assured me we could find magical ways. Through the Dark Lands, if necessary.

  Before long we were past the beltway in D.C. We were all eager to get back, and Galahad was glad to see us.

  “You did well,” he said. “Get some rest. Tomorrow, we start on your path to the top.”

  “I’m ready,” I said, then grinned. “Or… will be.”

  To get this house to the point where I could truly consider it my home, it needed rebuilding. Fixing up.

  “Riland,” Aerona said, seeing him enter from the kitchen. “We need to talk.”

  He eyed us all, curious. “Did something happen?”

  “A memory. The princess—she’s alive.”

  His eyes went wide, and he wasn’t the only one in shock there. Ebrill and the others were all looking around at each other with confusion and excitement.

  “She’s involved, and out there,” Aerona said. “We will find her along the path to retrieving the stones. Thought you should know.”

  “Is there anything more you can tell me?” he asked.

  “Not yet, sorry. It’s all coming back in bits and pieces, and some of the memories seem… tainted.”

  “As in, you might not be able to fully trust them?” I asked.

  She nodded. “But, we’ll figure that part out. Maybe after I next sleep, I’ll have a better idea. For now, we can just go with what we have so far and proceed with caution.”

  “Let’s wash up,” Megha said. “At least, I’m going to. That night was… intense.”

  The others agreed, and we all headed to our rooms, rinsing and then meeting back up in my master bedroom. I had just thrown on a fresh pair of jeans and white shirt—my go to—and entered to find Ebrill going on about the need to find the stones above all else, and as fast as possible.

  “When the time is right,” Megha said, “but for now….” She nudged Steph with a wink.

  “What?” Steph asked.

  “Yeah, what?” I asked.

  Megha sighed. Then nodded toward the door.

  “Ohhh, right.” Steph grimaced. “We figured, since we had you already, we’d let you get some gargoyle time.”

  “Don’t need to spell it out for him.” Megha chuckled. “But since we’re doing so… also, Yenifer’s first time.”

  “My first time with what?” Yenifer asked, turning from where she was staring out the window.

  “You’ll see.” With that, Megha and Steph exited, arm in arm.

  “You don’t have to,” Ebrill said, approaching her large friend. “But each of us have pretty much… I mean, I don’t know why, but…”

  “We’re all fucking him,” Kordelia cut in.

  “Fucking…?” Yenifer turned to me, and I couldn’t help but be both turned on and very intimidated by the size of her.

  “Making love, if you prefer,” I said with my best attempt to look sexy.

  She laughed. “You… I would break you!”

  “You could try.”

  Judging by the way she arched her massive gargoyle brow, she liked that. Stepping toward me, room shaking with each step, she began to remove her loincloth—but didn’t need to remove a top, since she was always topless.

  There was no more talk, no real foreplay, simply her lifting me and pulling me onto her as she reclined on the bed. As I would have expected, one of the bed legs broke under our weight, but we went on as if nothing had happened, ignoring the chuckles from the others.

  “I really do find you beautiful, you know,” I said, straddling Yenifer. Lying down, the gargoyle didn’t appear so huge. Her body was firm, almost like stone because of her hard muscle, but her breasts were still soft as I pressed my lips to them.

  “Tell me more,” Yenifer said, body quivering at my touch. “While you fuck me.”

  I licked my lips, looking down at my massive boner, and figured if she was ready, so was I. If she didn’t need a warmup, then who was I to argue? To my relief, she didn’t try to break me. Simply let me slide in, ride her to the point that she was at climax, then she picked me up and rode me—each thrust filling me with terror at the thought that she could snap my dick in two with her weight, but she was gentle while being the perfect amount of wild. Her muscles tensed and any fantasies I’d ever had about fucking a female body builder were realized as my hands moved over her twelve pack, then grabbed her thick yet hard ass. Moving up to caress her breasts, I realized that I had to reach farther than usual, because of her size.

  She looked at me, humored, and said, “Well?”

  “Amazing,” I said between deep, heavy breaths as she brought me closer and closer to climax.

  “So are you,” she replied, and then rolled over again to let me finish inside her as she moaned low and long. Apparently, that was her orgasm, because then she pulled me in tight, one thick arm around me as I came.

  I finished, glancing up guiltily as I debated how to tell them I was spent, but saw that Ebrill, Kordelia, and Aerona were watching us with passion and touching each other.

  “Sorry,” I started, but remembered something. Going back to the moment Megha had put her hands in my brain, I used my magic to recreate the moment.

  BAM! Rock hard again, and ready.

  “That’s a nice trick,” Ebrill said, moving in for her turn.

  I grinned wide, nodded, and took her with passion. We were rocking, taking turns between her and Aerona first, then Kordelia when Aerona couldn’t take any more and reached a third climax thanks to Yenifer’s tongue, instead.

  For my part, three more orgasms hit
before I managed to bring Kordelia and then Ebrill to climax, and even with my new trick, I felt drained and exhausted. And in a state of complete bliss.

  Covered in their juices and undoubtedly some of my own cum, I staggered to the bathroom for another quick rinse. I leaned against the wall, letting the hot water wash over me as the images and sensations of what I had just done rolled past me. Holy hell, this was the life.

  A glance down, though, showed my dick was swollen in unnatural ways, and I had to laugh, although I have to admit there was a bit of worry mixed in there, too. What did I expect? Still, I’d have to be a bit cautious with my new trick going forward. Maybe. Whatever, maybe this ‘getting swollen’ thing would end up causing it to permanently grow an inch or two, which I wouldn’t complain about. Megha might, as she seemed to be able to barely handle what I had already, but I couldn’t imagine Kordelia or Yenifer ever thinking it would be too big.

  I rinsed again, turned off the shower, and exited while drying off. Megha and Steph had joined us with trays of grapes, mango, and some apple slices, along with jugs of lemonade. How could it get better than that, I had to wonder, but then smelled the leftover barbecue and corn bread, and had my answer.

  Standing there and looking upon my team, my beautiful ladies—gargoyles and witches alike—I felt my head swimming. I felt pride at this, anticipating what was to come. Excitement at the idea of my army out there, waiting. Troops who would be loyal in the years to come, whatever other problems might arise.

  “Ahem,” Riland said, followed by a knock at the door as he inched it open.

  “Hold up,” I said. He paused, but the smell of lasagna wafted in. “Wait, someone made lasagna?”

  “Yeah, found a recipe written on a note when I was searching the collapsed house, so did my best. Anyone hungry?”

  We all smiled and waved him in, some bothering to cover up, others not. It didn’t matter—all we could think about was how delicious it was. All the fighting, winning and all that, none of it made me feel as proud as seeing the smiles and looks of satisfaction as they dug in. Then Bob and Shisa were digging in, too, and I wasn’t even sure the little dog-dragon could really eat or digest the food. But whatever.

  Watching them, it was like the perfect package. Complete.

  I would do what was necessary for them. For the world. Transform into this man Galahad wanted me to become. Along the way, I would obtain the stones, find any others who had been part of the curse or who might join our army.

  Most of all, I’d have fun along the way—no doubt about it.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Jamie Hawke

  After working on Marvel properties and traveling the world, Jamie Hawke decided to settle down and write fun, quirky, and sexy pulp science fiction and superhero books. Are they all harem? Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhh.

  It all started when Jamie was eleven, creating nude superhero comics with his best friend. What perverts! But hey, they were fun and provided good fodder for jokes up into their adult years. Now the stories have evolved, but they capture that same level of fun. Hopefully you will enjoy them as much as the author loved writing them!

  I’m super excited and hope you’ll follow me on Facebook and Amazon (Click here and then ‘Follow’ under my name/pic). That way, you won’t miss it! It’s probably my best work ever.

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