Demigod

by Sam Ryder

  I had to be honest. “A lot more,” I said.

  She pulled back slightly, smiled. “Good.” She dropped down and got to work on my dick, licking it from top to bottom and then back up, opening her lips and pressing it between them tightly, sucking on it like a popsicle. Up and down, up and down, just the right amount of friction to make me feel every flick of her tongue. She went on like that for a while, until I said, “All right. I’m ready.” I wanted the same thing she did: for us to finish at the same time.

  Silk was back up from her sex-induced stupor, touching me from behind and kissing between my shoulder blades, goddesses love her. She rubbed her tits up and down my back. As I noticed before, she clearly liked to talk dirty, and she didn’t stop now. “Fuck Vrill so hard, Ryder. Do her like you did me. Oh, she likes that. Oh, so do I.”

  Silk’s running commentary seemed to spur Vrill on as well as she reached back to press her palms to her dragon’s back, arching her body and thrusting out her pelvis. It was an invitation—one I would never refuse. We’d never used this position before, which excited me. I couldn’t see her face because her backbend made her face away from me, but I could see the rest of her body, breasts jutting out, jiggling slightly from the dragon’s flying motion. And, of course, I could see her mid-section, which was waiting for me. My penis was officially at full salute now, and Silk reached around me to jerk at it a few times before guiding it inside Vrill’s waiting pussy. It was so warm and moist in there that my old non-upgraded self would’ve blown my load in two seconds flat. But my new body had plenty of time left, so I slowly and sensually eased into her, holding onto her hips to hold steady. She gasped. I pulled back out, and once more Silk gave me a quick hand job and then teased the tip of my penis with Vrill’s vagina, as smooth as ice. Moisture was leaking out of both our sex organs now, adding further lubrication. I reached further around to grasp her ass, pushing it up slightly as I entered her once more.

  We went on like this for a while until I was certain Vrill needed to change position so the blood would stop rushing into her head. So I said, “Come to me.”

  She came, dropping her behind and performing a stomach crunch to a sitting position. She clambered onto her knees and then worked her way back onto my dick as Silk helped me lie back. The cat-woman jiggled her tits in front of my mouth so I licked her nipples, which made her talk dirty again. “Lick me. Suck me. Taste me.”

  I did all three of those things, even while reaching forward to also touch Vrill’s chest and then lower to grasp her from behind once more. I helped her thrust against me, working me deeper and deeper inside her, until I was certain I was at the very back.

  “Make her scream, Ryder,” Silk said while I continued to suck on her nipples, which she pressed into my mouth one at a time.

  I lifted my pelvis to get even closer to Vrill, while she pressed her weight against me, grinding, pushing. Again and again. “Sam…” she said, rather breathlessly. My first name on her lips sent me over the edge, because I could hear the emotion in it, a mixture of love and lust and pure, unbridled pleasure.

  I thrust again and again and again. “Sam…oh, Sam,” she said again. “I’m close. So close…”

  Again, again, again, holding back, again, a rising tide trying to smash through the dam, again, again. “Sam, please, oh please, Sam, I’m right there, right there, so close, a little more, Sam, oh, Sam….Oh!”

  That last word had a different tone and timbre to it, filled with exhaustion and joy, her mouth open in ecstasy. Silk realized we were there and so she pulled back so that Vrill could press her face forward toward me, her tongue tasting mine as we ground into each other, my own orgasm coming swiftly now, bursting from me and exploding into her, filling her to brimming. We kissed and worked deeply into each other, enjoying the numbness and tingling and outpouring of pleasure that continued for a few beautiful minutes while Silk seemed to enjoy watching us, biting her lip and touching herself.

  The whole experience was next level awesome.

  Sex—no, mind-blowing sex with two drop-dead gorgeous, stunningly sexy women—on dragon back. It was a new experience beyond comprehension.

  Vrill finally stopped kissing me and said, “Was that good for you?”

  I laughed whole-heartedly. Her innocence amidst such experience and maturity was such an intoxicating contradiction. “Yes, Vrill, it was good. Beyond good. It was perfection. You are perfection.” I looked back at Silk. “You are, too.”

  That made them both smile.

  Then Silk said, “Should we go again?”

  That made me smile.

  ~~~

  Mrizandr landed more gently than a 747 guided to the runway by an expert pilot. I had to admit: the dragon was growing on me. It didn’t hurt that the big fella hadn’t protested when Silk, Vrill and I had engaged in certain adult activities during the flight.

  We dismounted and headed for the ward shields while the dragon took to the air again to hunt. I turned to say something like, “Don’t worry,” to Silk, but found the space beside me empty. Both Vrill and I stopped and turned to find that Silk hadn’t moved, staring in the direction of the ward shields with an uncertainty I hadn’t seen in her since I met her. She always seemed certain about everything. But not this.

  “You left and returned?” she said to Vrill, as if to confirm she wouldn’t be the first one to do such a thing.

  “Grudgingly, but yes,” Vrill said. “Trust me, this place has changed a lot. Mostly thanks to Sam’s efforts.”

  Silk took a deep breath and nodded more to herself than to either of us, as if to say, “You can do this.” Then she marched forward until she reached us and then we strode toward the ward shields together in a line of three.

  I could see what was behind the shield, vaguely, while the other two would be blind. Which made me smile, because someone was headed in our direction, perhaps because she’d heard the leathery rustle of Mrizandr’s wings as he’d approached. “Look what the cat dragged in,” Beat said just after emerging from the ward shield. Silk flinched; to her, Beat would’ve looked like she’d appeared out of thin air. It must’ve been a long time since she was in this place.

  I quickly turned to Silk, wishing, for once, that Beat didn’t have such a quick wit. “She does that,” I said. “Makes jokes. She’s harmless, trust me. At least, harmless to us. To the monsters? She’s deadly.” I turned back to Beat, a smile creasing my lips. “Miss me?” Before she could answer with some well-considered joke at my expense, I said, “Beat, this is Silk. Silk, Beat.”

  “Hi,” Silk said, rather stiffly.

  “Hey there. Sorry about that cat joke earlier. I have too many of them because of Lace. She’s our resident cat-woman these days and not the friendliest type which makes her an easy target.” Beat maintained her goofy grin. I could tell she was rambling in order to avoid making another cat joke, which was likely on the tip of her tongue. “So, did she just tail you home or did you bring her purposely?”

  I groaned. “I thought you were going to hold off on the cat jokes?”

  “I tried, I really did. Sorry—Silk, did you say your name was?—it’s not my fault. I have a disease called diarrhea mouth. It’s not as gross as it sounds, I swear.”

  Silk looked shocked by the whole conversation, but not offended, so that was good. “I—it’s fine. I’m just…this is a lot for me. I’ve been gone a while.”

  “You’re from one of the tribes? An ambassador then. I take it this means the negotiations went well? I’m surprised Ryder didn’t screw it up. Where are all the artifacts you took with you? Did you pass them out like party favors?”

  Jesus, Beat, can you give us a moment? I knew she couldn’t. She was just Beat being Beat. We hadn’t avoided talking about the artifacts we’d unfortunately had to leave behind. We’d just not talked about them because there was nothing to say. It sucked that Fong would get them all free and clear to do with them as he pleased.

  “Beat,” I said, and she immediately stopped grilli
ng us. Because she knew me as well as I knew her. And if I wasn’t joking along with her, it meant something serious had happened. So I told her the whole story, leaving nothing out except for our sexual encounters during the return flight. I was sure I’d tell her later—I told her pretty much everything—but I didn’t want to make Silk feel uncomfortable. Or at least any more uncomfortable than she already felt.

  “Shit,” Beat said when I finished. “That Fong guy sounds like a real asshole.”

  “He wasn’t always like that,” Silk said quickly and somewhat defensively. “I would’ve left sooner if he had been. Once he was a courageous man who helped protect the tribe from the Morgoss just like our previous leaders had.”

  “What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious. What could make a man switch to the dark side so completely? In Star Wars it had taken a series of horrific events to turn Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader. (Sorry, maybe I should’ve said “spoiler alert” before that last anecdote. You know what? I’m not sorry if I spoiled that for anyone. If you haven’t seen Star Wars yet, shame on you!)

  “Fong was captured,” Silk said.

  “What?” the three of us said at the same time. The monsters didn’t ‘capture’ anyone. The only thing they knew how to do was kill and destroy.

  “I know, but it’s true,” Silk said. “It was during the Black and we were up against a mixed group of monsters like I’d never seen before. The different types of monsters were even cooperating with each other. We weren’t doing too well and for a few seconds I feared our entire tribe would be destroyed. Then the monsters managed to isolate Fong from the rest of us. He was fighting like hell, killing monsters by the dozens, but finally he was overwhelmed when a troll joined the battle. Except the troll didn’t smash him or stomp on him. It just scooped him up while Fong hacked at its fingers with a blade. The troll was obviously in pain, but it kept murmuring something under its breath: ‘Grab leader. Return to master. Grab leader. Return to master.’ It kept saying this as it strode away from us, moving far faster than we could ever keep up. As soon as Fong was gone, the rest of the monsters took off too. Retreating. I’ve never seen them do that before, especially when they have the upper hand.”

  This was not good news. “The Morgoss had such a hold on the troll’s mind that they used it to abduct Fong,” I said.

  “It’s not out of the realm of possibility,” Vrill said, speaking from firsthand experience. “But a troll’s mind would be much harder to control than any of ours. Their primal instincts are strong and deeply engrained. It went against everything it knew to not kill Fong and instead carry him back to the Morgoss.”

  Which, of course, meant they were getting even stronger than we knew. “So what then?” I asked. “They brainwashed Fong and returned him to the Creed unharmed?”

  Silk shrugged. “Pretty much. Physically, he seemed fine—not a scratch on him. But mentally? I could tell right away something was off. Others in camp told me I was being paranoid. Fong had given us some bullshit story about how he’d managed to outsmart the Morgoss and escape. But then, little by little, he began to change that story, telling us how the Morgoss had been good to him and promised him a place in their kingdom once the Three were destroyed and Tor was theirs to rule.”

  “And the other members of the Creed went for that?” Beat asked, incredulous.

  “Not all of them. But those who challenged Fong were put to death. The rest either liked what they were hearing or, like me, laid low, biding their time. It was a time of chaos. The Morgoss began to provide monsters to use in their service.”

  “Including the Maluk’ori,” I said, for Beat’s benefit. Her mouth dropped open. “It’s true. They were locked up until the Black. Then they were released to fight alongside the Creed.”

  “Fight whom?” Beat asked.

  I winced, the memories of the slaughter coming back to me in an instant. “Another tribe. They never stood a chance.”

  “And you were a part of this?” Beat said to Silk, an accusation in her tone.

  “Yes. No. I don’t know. I had to go with them to fight, but I hid my true feelings. I pretended to fight, but I didn’t kill anyone.”

  “But you didn’t save anyone either. You let it happen.” Beat was in judge and jury mode, and I needed to cut her off. We couldn’t fully understand what Silk had been through.

  “Beat,” I warned. “Stop. Once Silk had our support, she fought back. She helped us when it mattered the most.”

  Beat opened her mouth to say something else I could tell wouldn’t be too nice, but then stopped, pursing her lips. “Sorry. You’re right. I wasn’t there. Sorry to judge. Old habits. You are welcome here as long as you’re not a monster lover.”

  “I’m not,” Silk said. “Well, except for Shadowflash.” A hint of sadness had crept into her tone.

  “Who’s Shadowflash?”

  “My galut. We’ve been through a lot together.”

  I preferred not to have to contradict her, but sometimes saying the hard thing was the right thing to do. “Shadowflash may have been a good steed, but he was only carrying you because the Morgoss wanted him too. At the core, he’s still a monster.”

  “What do you know about it?” Silk fired back. I could see the defensiveness in her fiery eyes.

  Truthfully, I didn’t know much, only that certain monsters, including the galut, were helping out the Creed because Fong had been brainwashed by the Morgoss. Which, in my mind, meant Shadowflash could no longer be trusted. Unless… “Sorry, I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions. We’re all just used to monsters trying to tear out our intestines with their teeth.”

  “Thanks for the visual,” Beat said dryly.

  “Shadowflash isn’t like that,” Silk insisted. “Well, maybe he was once, but not anymore. We connected somehow. It’s hard to explain.”

  “Like your brains are on the same wavelength, wired together so that you feel like you know what he’s thinking,” Vrill said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement that came from her own existential experiences with Mrizandr.

  “Yes, exactly,” Silk said. “What she said. And anyway, you trust her dragon and he’s a monster. So why not Shadowflash?”

  She had me there. “A fair point. Look, if you ever find a way to get Shadowflash here, we can consider whether his nature will put us at risk or not. Deal?”

  “Yes,” she said, looking surprised at how easily she’d convinced me to see her side of it. “Wow, things really have changed around here.”

  Of course, that’s when Airiel chose to make an appearance, her preternaturally glowing form flying from the cliffside over the rugged terrain and then landing before us.

  Silk flinched visibly and then took two steps back, her hackles clearly up, her tail falling between her legs.

  “It’s okay,” I said to her.

  “But I’m a traitor,” she hissed.

  “So was Vrill,” I said. “Wait, that came out wrong. No one is a traitor. You all just made the decision to go your own way. You had every right to do that.”

  “Yes, you did,” Airiel said, chin raised in that manner of hers that made her appear regal without coming across as snobbish. Her endless legs were visible beneath her short, paper-thing dress, which blew around her pristine skin like drapery by an open window.

  “So you aren’t angry that I left? Last I checked the Three didn’t view deserters too kindly.”

  “My sisters were wrong. I was wrong,” Airiel said, though I knew that most of the really bad shit that had gone down was well after Airiel’s life meter had tumbled to such a level that she was in a coma of sorts about ninety percent of the time. Kind of hard to blame her for anything from that point on. “You are welcome here as long as you want. Your strength is an example for all of us. Escaping the Creed was no easy task.”

  “Wait,” I said. “You know? How?”

  “Scrying,” Airiel said. “We watched.”

  I was dumbfounded. Scrying, I knew, was something practiced by b
elievers in witchcraft or the occult, in which one looked into a suitable medium, say a crystal ball or glass mirror, in the hope of seeing visions. None of the Three had ever mentioned this was a skill they had at their disposal. Which pissed me off more than a little, because we had all agreed there would be no more secrets. I was about to say as much, but Airiel spoke first. “We didn’t purposely withhold this information from you,” she said quickly. “Scrying, like many other things, is something we take for granted. We forget that mortals do not have the same abilities as we do. We assume things we shouldn’t. I’m sorry, truly. I thought you knew considering I appeared on the tower to assist you against the Morgoss knight.”

  Although I knew Airiel wasn’t a mean-spirited person, I also knew she was smart. This was an example of her using brainpower to employ a very clever tactic: reminding me of how she saved our asses before. “You were watching then, too?”

  “My sisters were. They awoke me with the news. That’s when I chose to muster what energy I had left to fly to your aid. But yes, we watch the activities of our Warriors, Protectors, Seekers and Demigods as often as possible.”

  “Then you could’ve come to our aid when we faced the Creed and their horde of monsters,” Vrill said, acid in her tone.

  It was a damn good point, but I could immediately see the pain the comment caused to Airiel. She was no actress—by far the most genuine of the Three. “I wanted to. I—I tried. I had just transported Eve on a Finding mission and then produced a substantial amount of primordial ooze. I was weak. I’m…sorry.”

  I believed her, but Vrill wasn’t convinced. “How convenient,” she said.

  “It’s true,” Beat said. “Eve left several hours ago. Airiel has provided three tubs of ooze since. At one point we saw her fly forth and then tumble from the sky. She was in a bad way when we found her, so we used some of the ooze to mend her wounds. Then we carried her back to the caves.”