Elemental Summoner 2: A Chakra Cultivation Harem Portal series

by D. Levesque

  “Well, I am glad she is all right,” Leeha says with a sigh of relief.

  “You can talk to her even when she isn’t here?” the voice of Sara says suddenly. I look down on my other side just as she lifts her head.

  “Yep,” I reply with a grin.

  “Damn, I wish I could do that with my Fire Elemental,” Sara says enviously.

  “Yes. Same here. I have tried, and it won’t work for me when I try talking to my Water Elemental,” Leeha says, looking at me pointedly.

  “Hey, don’t look at me,” I tell her with a laugh. “Bridget has told us she was different. I think the way she said it once was, she is all of the Elementals together, but also her own person. I have all five Elementals in me, and she is like the controller for all of them.”

  “You know that still scares me some,” Sara says, putting her hand on my chest and laying her chin on it as she looks at me. “That you are this scary Elemental Summoner we learned to fear, yet you are the gentlest person I have ever met, human or otherwise.”

  “Trust me, I can be brutal at times,” I tell her with a frown, remembering that I have killed people in this world.

  “On Terra, I was a gentle person, would not even kill a bug if I didn’t have to. Here I am learning that I need to be tough, or I will die. I’ve already died once, and I am not looking to go to a Heaven or Hell world anytime soon, and I am pretty sure I am headed for a Hell world right now.” At least until I get more Blessed Tokens, I think to myself. As I think about that, out pops the information to tell me how many I now have.

  You have received 5 Heavenly Tokens.

  Heavenly Tokens: 22 of 200

  Damn, yeah. I have a ways to go before I can enter a Heaven world if I die.

  “Sometimes, you say the oddest things,” Sara says, looking at me piercingly. “This is one example—this Heaven and Hell worlds business. I know everyone dies, but for us, we just die and based on how good we have lived our lives, we either go to Hell or Heaven. But it’s not a world.”

  “Trust me. I have it on good authority that when you die, your soul goes to one of those worlds. And right now the Hell worlds are very full. Heaven worlds are not,” I tell her with a shrug.

  “So, how do we avoid that?” Sara asks with a raised eyebrow.

  “Going to Hell?”

  “Yes.”

  “I have no clue,” I tell her with a chuckle.

  I don’t want to tell her about Blessed Tokens, since I have not even mentioned it to Leeha yet. And I don’t think God has given it to anyone but me at this point. The option to gain those tokens, I mean.

  “Do you have any of that cooked rabbit left?” Leeha asks, getting up and stretching, and showing off her naked breasts at the same time. Her stretching like that makes her tits jut out even more, and I can’t help but stare.

  “No, we had the rest of it last night. I do have some of the fruit we found,” I tell her, openly smiling at her. Leeha looks down and sees me staring at her and she blushes, but instead of stopping, she stretches more and makes her breasts stick out even further.

  “I can see if I can find more,” Sara says, mimicking Leeha’s motions, stretching and making her own ample chest stick out, and hey, I am nothing if not an equal opportunity gawker, so I watch her stretch as well.

  “Or,” Leeha says very quietly. “We can eat that.”

  I turn back to look at her, and she is looking away from me and into a small bush near us. Glancing over to where she is pointing, I see a Macoa!

  “Oh, damn!” I whisper excitedly. “Need help?”

  “No,” Leeha says with a grin. Suddenly there is a magical Water Arrow floating next to her, just a single one instead of the double arrows. I know right away that this is her special arrow. It’s the one she used the first time she killed a Macoa in front of me. It’s attached to a string of water so that she can reel it in.

  Her arrow zips across the distance and pierces the neck of the bird. The Macoa, as I found out, is a bird that eats a certain plant that makes its flesh taste as if it’s been spiced with salt and pepper. I have no clue how it works, since I’m pretty sure on Earth there aren’t any animals that taste like what they eats.

  Just as quickly as the arrow left her side, it returns, reeling in the Macoa and stopping dead in front of Leeha. She turns to me and grins. “Let me clean it. Do you want to get started on getting those coals going into a fire again?” she says, pointing to the fire pit that is a couple of feet away from the carpet.

  “On it,” I tell her with a smile.

  Having already seen the trick she does with the water to dissect the Macoa, I go to the fire pit and start using smaller pieces of wood to restart the fire with the coals that are already there. As they catch, I throw on larger pieces until I have a good fire going. By the time I am done, Leeha has already cleaned the bird and has it split in half and cut into pieces. Sara is staring at Leeha in amazement.

  “That was freaking awesome!” she blurts out.

  “Isn’t it?” I say to her with a laugh. “I’m pretty sure I had the same look as the one on your face the first time I saw it being done. I mean, no mess, with clean meat cut up and ready to cook? She would be an amazing butcher back in my world,” I say with a chuckle.

  “You think that’s a handy skill?” Leeha asks me.

  “Think about it. You have done that to a Macoa and a wild pig. You got some amazing pointers from Bryan, if I remember correctly, on how to better cut the meat, which I noticed you took advantage of with the Macoa. Though, let’s be honest,” I tell her with a huge grin, “Your skills would be wasted as a butcher.”

  “Yes. Yes, they would,” Leeha says with a laugh.

  “Well, let’s get this bird cooked so that we can eat and clean up. And maybe we can get dressed,” I say.

  “Or,” Sara says with a smirk on her face.

  “Or?” I ask her curiously.

  “Or we can have more fun like we did last night, and maybe this time Leeha can join in if she isn’t as tired?”

  Leeha looks at the two of us, and suddenly she gets a grin on her face. “Let me get this bird over the fire and clean my hands. You two start without me,” she says, scrambling to the fire quickly.

  I look at Sara and then I walk back over to the carpet where she is still lying down, and already I can feel my cock getting hard just staring at her. She opens her arms with a hungry smile on her face and as I grin, the thought occurs to me that this is going to prove to be a delightful morning.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  “Now what?” Leeha says, picking up a piece of burned Macoa and throwing it into the fire.

  Our session lasted longer than we all expected. Since Leeha had not been pleasured last night, Sara, who I found out was very bisexual, helped me get Leeha off multiple times until finally, it was her turn. And Leeha gave just as good as she got. By the time we were done, I lost count of the number of orgasms the girls had before it was my turn to give in to my own lusty needs. When we were done, we had washed off in the Lake of Ruins quickly and had come back out to dry in front of the fire, all three of us naked.

  The only downside was that we had almost let the Macoa burn to a crisp.

  “Good question,” I respond. “Bridget is not ready yet, and I think I need to bring my own up some more, since I have no clue how much I will need for this. I think we should let her sleep until tomorrow morning. I would love to explore the area. If Bridget were with us, I would say we could explore the Dungeon again, but I would rather wait until we have supplies for that.”

  “Dungeon?” Sara asks with a frown.

  “Yeah.” I tell her about the Dungeon that my God had created and what it does in terms of time compression.

  “Wow. The more I hear about what your God is doing, the more I like him. Except when you tell me the dick moves, as you call them, he has done. Like that Portal,” she says, and points towards the abandoned camp with the Portal sitting in the middle of it.

  “Yeah,
well, I hope to get rid of that soon enough,” I say with fervor. “But I don’t want to waste a day doing nothing. I could teach you both some of those fighting moves if you want?”

  “Your juju?” Sara says, and by now I know she is making fun of the name since I have repeated the word multiple times.

  “Yes,” I tell her with a laugh. “I can teach you some juju.”

  “I would not mind learning some of the fighting styles from Terra,” Leeha says, tapping her chin. “But I am still upset that you never told me you knew how to do hand-to-hand combat.”

  “Like I said,” I answer Leeha with a laugh. “I never had a chance to use it. With the Magic I learned when I got here, I was able to take people out at a distance.”

  “Are you going to teach her English?” Leeha asks me in English.

  “I am thinking about it. I already taught her one word,” I reply back, using English as well. “Sorry, Sara, Leeha was asking me if I would be teaching you some of my language, and I told her that I had already taught you one word. Bullet. So I think what we will do is hunt for either more rabbits or, even better, more Macoa and do some combat training with some English lessons. I wish I was better trained to teach you. I am not really a good teacher at jiu-jitsu.”

  “You will do fine,” Leeha says, with a loving smile directed my way. “From the little I saw after waking up and watching you two fight, your style is something I have never seen before. I am intrigued to try it out.”

  “There’s no such thing as martial arts here? Where specific hand-to-hand combat moves are named something?”

  “Not really,” Leeha says, shaking her head. “We just learn to fight. Some are better at it than others, but that is it. The one movement you did where you threw Sara over your shoulder is something I have never seen. And trust me, I have seen a lot of bar fights. I have even been in some myself. With Mages, we just shoot stuff at each other. The first thing we learn is our magical Arrow spell, and sometimes a magical Shield, if we get a good enough teacher. Someone who isn’t a Mage? They fight with daggers, swords, or their fists. And usually, fists are only used as a last resort when they lose a weapon.”

  “What about fighting with a staff? Or a wooden stick?” I ask her, incredulous at the way they fight on this world.

  “You mean, fighting with a walking stick?” Leeha says, mystified.

  I stare at her to see if she is joking. When I see that she isn’t grinning at me or even smiling, I put a hand to my face and groan. “Seriously?”

  “Why would anyone fight with a walking stick?” Sara asks in a confused voice.

  I turn to her and I open my mouth and then close it again. I don’t have an answer and I’m really not sure how to respond. How can a world full of Magic not have Mages with staffs walking around? There is no way, in all this world’s time, with so many races, that no one has fought with a staff? I mean, I used to pretend to fight with the one weapon they had at the gym. The broomstick. We used to joke around with it since our teacher didn’t allow actual weapons on the premises.

  “Let’s get dressed and we can go do some sparring. I will show you how or what a staff can do. I suck at it, as we used to only play around with it, but it should prove interesting, if nothing else,” I tell them both with a playful grin.

  Once we finished getting dressed, I looked around the campsite for a piece of wood I could use as a staff. However, finding a perfectly long and straight piece of wood impeccably shaped like a staff was impossible. Leeha told me that was the reason that good walking sticks were worth so much. So instead, I decide to see if I can make something with my Earth Elemental. I put my hand on the ground and focus.

  Earth. I want a staff that is six feet long and an inch thick made of a sturdy wood that is smooth to the touch but easy to grip.

  You have used a Spell command. You have used 1000 points of power.

  As I watch, a staff starts to emerge from the ground, inch by slow inch. I wrap my hand around it and it keeps rising upward until finally, it stops growing. What is odd though, is that it seems shorter than the six feet I had asked for. I would say by at least half a foot. Shrugging, I go to pull it the rest of the way out of the ground, but it doesn’t budge.

  “What the hell?” I say in annoyance.

  “It’s stuck?” Leeha asks with a snicker.

  “Yeah.”

  I grab the staff with both hands and pull on it as hard as I can. I can feel my arms start to strain, the muscles in my arms bulging. Then suddenly, it pops out of the ground, almost sending me flying onto my ass, but Sara is there to catch me.

  “Thanks,” I tell her with a grateful smile, before looking down at the bottom of the staff.

  What the Hell? The bottom has a bulbous round wooden ball. It’s about the size of a grapefruit. I hold the staff out horizontally, and I twirl it experimentally. The odd thing is, with the wooden ball at the end, it’s pretty damn well balanced.

  “You’re welcome,” comes the sleepy voice of Bridget.

  “What did you do?” I ask her suspiciously.

  “I made it from steelwood. Even a sword won’t cut it,” Bridget says with a giggle. “And the top is a solid piece, but it’s a counterweight to the rest of the staff. It’s meant to bash peoples’ heads in. As you asked for it, I got ideas in my head. So I had the little Earth Elemental follow my instructions. Now, going back to bed. Don’t you dare hurt the girls!”

  “I won’t,” I say, laughing out loud at the protectiveness of Bridget towards Leeha and Sara.

  “What?” Leeha asks, head tilted.

  “Bridget helped with this,” I say, shaking the staff. “It’s made of steelwood, whatever that is. She was the one who suggested the counterweight, as she called it.”

  “Wait,” Sara blurts out in amazement. “That’s steelwood?”

  “Yeah. That’s the word Bridget used. What is it?” I ask, turning to Sara.

  “Wow, she must love you,” Sara says with an appreciative whistle. “Steelwood is expensive to carve and impossible to even find. It needs to be shaped by an Earth Mage, and it uses a lot of that Mage’s power and time. Even a dagger a foot long, goes for roughly 1,000 gold. And you have a staff made of it? That thing could go for 10,000 gold!”

  “Fucking Hell!” I say with a laugh. “Leave it to Bridget to bring shit up like it was, well, a blade of grass.”

  “Now I’m jealous!” Sara says with a pout.

  “I have to admit, as an assassin, I am as well,” Leeha says with a snort of laughter.

  “Well, I am sure if you are good to her, she can get you both weapons later on,” I tell them with a grin. “Though it is using my power and I don’t want to keep spending it as I am supposed to be recharging myself.”

  Leeha comes up to me and wraps her arms around my waist and looks up at me. “I can wait, but I am going to hold you to that. Both of us are,” she says, grinning at Sara, who had been looking at me with longing while Leeha had been talking. But then her expression turns into a full-blown grin, and she rushes forward and hugs me as well.

  “Yes, we will,” Sara exclaims.

  “Fine,” I say with a belly laugh. “Shall we go do some sparring? Bridget said I wasn’t to hurt either of you, so we should start slow.”

  “Wait. Before you do that, you might want to get that hot tub running again. Something tells me we will need it,” Leeha says, pointing to the now cold hot tub.

  “Right,” I agree enthusiastically. Fire. And with that mental command, I have in my hand a Fire Elemental.

  “Hey, buddy. Can you go keep that hot tub warm again? Using the same temperature in the command I gave you last night?” I tell the tiny Fire Elemental.

  The little Fire Elemental nods his head and jumps out of my hand and onto the carpet without scorching it somehow, and then he runs to the hot tub and jumps in without so much as a splash or steam coming out. Fuck, Magic is amazing, I think, shaking my head.

  “Now, shall we?” I say to the two girls. When they nod,
I head back to the spot where Sara and I had been sparring before. There are only some wind-blown leaves there, so it doesn’t take long to clear it again.

  “Give me a couple of minutes to get used to this staff, all right? I am rusty as Hell. The last time I practiced with that broomstick was about four years ago. I had quit doing juju as you call it,” I say, grinning at Sara, “when I was 22 years old.”

  “Take your time,” Leeha says. “I have to admit, depending on how this staff works, I might be changing my request from a dagger to a staff,” she finishes with a grin.

  “Oh no, I still want a dagger,” Sara says, shaking her head. “I want a weapon I know how to use.”

  “Fair enough,” I say, chuckling. “Give me a good fifteen feet of space. If I swing this, it will be a long swing.” At that, the girls back up and give me the space I asked for, and then some.

  Nodding when they are far enough away, I get into the ready position with the staff. The staff is horizontal, and I have my hands holding it a third of the way down on each side. One palm is facing down. The other is facing up. It’s an old technique that the Japanese used to fight with a Bo Staff, but this is slightly different, as I can feel the weight difference on the end with the ball of wood. I move my hands slightly more towards the bottom to help. Much better.

  Then I start to go through some of the moves we had been teaching ourselves at the gym when our teacher wasn’t there, as he would have shit bricks if he knew we were using his only broom to mock fight with.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  With a painful sounding cracking sound, the staff hits the dagger out of Sara’s hand, which had been coming at me from the side. I sidestep her kick and block her follow-up punch with my staff, sticking the end into the ground, so she ends up punching the now supported staff head-on. Unlike regular wood where it would bend, I’ve discovered that steelwood has no give. With a smack and a shout of pain, Sara backs away, shaking her hand.

  “Gods, I hate that staff now!” Sara says hotly. But then her demeanor changes as she sends a big grin my way. “But damn, you’ve convinced me that I want one now instead of a dagger. That thing is deadly, Alex! Even if I had a sword, with that you would be able to keep me at a distance and still punch it into my face with the top part.”