Myth Protector
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“Now from behind,” Elisa said, scooting back to make room. “With her lying flat, legs together so your hips are slapping up against her ass.”
Pucky didn’t give me a weird look this time, just went for it. As I straddled her from behind, loving the way her curves welcomed me, Elisa took a nice handful of paint and rubbed it along my pelvic bone, again stopping just short of my cock, and then sat back, taking the paint and rubbing it along her breasts. She gave me a look as if granting me permission to begin, which I found so strange yet equally hot. Bringing my cock down between Pucky’s thighs, I helped guide it until I found that now familiar wet opening, slowly slid myself in, and then started thrusting, pounding, and enjoying the feeling of the paint as it splattered across her ass and the sheets.
I put my weight on one arm, the other reaching underneath her to massage her clit as I thrust, and then it started. Pucky was moaning and Elisa was laughing, telling us to go faster, harder, for Pucky to let it all out, not hold anything back.
Pucky screamed and shouted my name. Elisa told her, “More!”
“Ram me!” Pucky shouted. When I did, she yelled, “Ram me with that huge cock! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee.” She gripped the bed, arched her back and held that position as her pussy clenched around me, and then she released, falling limp, and shuddering.
“Now cum on her back,” Elisa said, and looked toward the doorway, “with her help.”
I turned to see Red there, staring at us with her eyes as wide as they could possibly go.
“You want me…?” Red said, looking over her shoulder as if there might be someone else there. “To… finish him?”
“Just with your hand.”
“You all… you’re nuts,” Red said, but she hadn’t left yet. She was looking at me, then Pucky, then Elisa. With a deep breath that caused her ample breasts to rise and fall, very much in my area of attention now, she agreed, “Fine.”
Pucky turned slightly to be able to watch, but didn’t say anything. I found her hand, took it, and squeezed. If she didn’t want this, she would squeeze back, I told myself. Instead, she caressed my hand affectionately, and I slid out of her slowly as Red approached.
Red looked down at my hard cock, nodded, pursed her lips, and said, “It’s a nice cock.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but was glad to see I didn’t have to. She didn’t undress or anything, but simply moved the sheets around so she wouldn’t get paint on her, approached me on the bed, sat cross-legged at my side, then started jacking me off.
The whole thing was so sensual for me, and yet… strange. Red was biting her lip and staring at my cock as if this was her next challenge, but then her eyes flitted up to mine and she smiled, then went at it harder. Elisa was back at her canvas, painting, watching, painting, and I just arched my back, letting it happen, until finally I felt my balls warm, my abs clench, and cum fly out across the paint-covered form of Pucky’s ass and back.
When it was done, Red wiped her hand on the sheets, gave me another grin, and said, “Get some rest, we have training tomorrow,” then walked off.
I fell back onto the bed, spent, before moving over to lie next to Pucky, taking her hand and kissing it. She moved over and kissed me, and then Elisa cleared her throat.
“She’s right, you know,” Elisa said. “This project is complete. I’m not quite sure how to capture it all, but… we should get some sleep. Join me in the next room over.”
“That was amazing,” Pucky said. “Strange as fuck, but amazing.”
I laughed. “You’re telling me.”
We both stood, followed Elisa and heard the sound of running water. There was a shower there, and Elisa was already rinsing, the paint coming off easily enough. She motioned us over, but there was only one shower.
“Don’t be shy,” she said, “not after that.”
We approached, and she made just enough room for us both, then started running her hands along Pucky’s body to help clean her. At first Pucky looked surprised, then uneasy, and finally was loving it. She took the cue and started doing the same for me, and even turned and caressed Elisa’s breasts at one point.
This, of course, made me hard again, but it only lasted a minute before starting to go away, as spent as I was.
When we were all clean and dry, Elisa said she was going to the master suite, but showed us to our rooms. I hesitated at my door, Pucky at hers, and when Elisa was gone she came over and kissed me again, caressing my cock and kneeling to give it a quick kiss. “Good night,” she said to my cock, then stood and kissed me too before saying good night again and going back to her room.
I wasn’t sure if I should follow, but figured that if she wanted to sleep in the same bed, she would’ve come with me. And hell, I was so tired, it probably wouldn’t matter. I entered the room to find a king bed, collapsed into it, and was out.
18
Morning came early, but I was rested and ready to get at it. All the fighting without proper training had worked out in the end, but left me with an uneasy feeling. The ladies had said they’d expected more resistance, more Legends to be waiting for us at the hideout, but I’d already thought it was quite the challenge.
If we were going to face more next time, I needed to know what the hell I was doing out there. I woke up on my own, went to the window to look out over the city, and stared in awe. I’d been here many times before, but staring out at rich houses from the window of a rich house felt completely different. There wasn’t the sense of awe mixed with jealousy when normally seeing houses like this, or the curiosity of what life might be like within. Here I was with three beautiful, sexually inciting women, and I’d just had the best sleep of my life.
Now I knew—life like this was awesome.
The morning sun still hadn’t fully come over the hill behind us, but it was already casting rays of orange and pink across the clouds above and some of the rooftops nearby. A man in a bathrobe sipped a drink and read from his tablet on a rooftop not so far off, while a woman crossed below walking her dogs. Opening the window, I felt the cool breeze on my face and my senses awakened. It was time to learn how to be a warrior.
The first thing I saw when I turned towards the door was a painting on the nightstand that I hadn’t noticed before. It was actually quite amazing, the way Elisa had captured the sex-fest from the night before. Broad strokes captured our movements, various colors splashed on our bodies in an almost obscure fashion, but there was no doubt what it was depicting… especially by the clarity of a hand on my cock in one place where I was leaning back, the cock painted with the most detail of all the whole thing.
Staring at it, I started to feel uneasy. Had I actually done all of that? The paints and everything, the shower after? And Red… The idea of simply walking out there and acting like nothing had happened seemed impossible. So then there was no reason to act that way, right? I’d strut out and own it, I decided.
Putting on a fresh change of clothes Elisa had apparently left out—or maybe a servant?—I walked out to find that I didn’t have the slightest clue where all the hallways led. It took me a good fifteen minutes to find the dining room, mostly by following the scent of coffee and freshly baked lemon scones.
When I sat down and had my first bite, washing it down with a sip of coffee, I was in heaven. Elisa entered a moment later, carrying a pitcher of orange juice and a bowl of fruit.
“I hope you liked your painting,” she said, setting the fruit in front of me and pouring some juice.
“Yes, about as much as I enjoyed being the study of your art project,” I said, and her eyes darted over to mine, a gentle, caring look to them.
“I’m still learning my side, but you performed yours like a true champion.”
I laughed, hoping I wasn’t blushing too much. “Are Myths always so… forward?”
“We’ve been around longer,” she explained, sitting two seats over and serving herself some fresh strawberries and melons. “You could say there are less inhibitions, or you could
say more built-up sexual tension. Probably a case-by-case deal.”
“And with you?”
She smiled without showing her teeth, and then said, “A bit of both, maybe.”
The others entered then, Red grumbling about not being able to open her eyes without coffee, and Pucky looking chipper as could be.
“Good morning, handsome,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek and then stealing one of Elisa’s strawberries. “Hope you rested, it’s going to be a big day.”
“Honestly, I think I’m ready.”
“That so, hotshot?” Red said, sitting on the other side and sipping my coffee.
“Maybe you would’ve rested better if you’d gotten more involved last night,” Pucky said with a laugh.
“I know I would’ve,” Elisa said, looking seductively at me and then at Pucky over her orange juice as she took a sip. “Perhaps tonight? We’ll see how the energy flows.”
Pucky laughed again, taking a scone and nibbling on it. Before even swallowing, she said, “Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“Thanks,” I said, wondering if this directness would ever stop feeling awkward.
“And you, Red?” Elisa said. “Do you think that would help you sleep better?”
“Hmmm?” Red took another sip of my coffee, then stood to go warm it up. “Oh, it’s not that. I was up wondering again why the pizza shop hadn’t been more crowded… I mean, the dungeon below. They were clearly on the move, but where? Why?”
“All answers we’ll have,” Elisa said. “But first, we should be appreciative of the time we have to train up our new Protector.”
I couldn’t help but notice that Red had kind of skirted the question as it related to me and the bed, but knew this stuff was more important.
“Question,” I said, swallowing a bit of melon. “I get that I’m now a Protector—”
“The,” Elisa corrected me. “You’re now the Protector.”
“Er, right. But how does that help, really? I mean, you all are powerful Myths, why does having a Protector help? What makes it different?”
“Maybe you don’t see it yet,” Red grumbled, returning and handing me a full cup of coffee to make up for what she’d had, “but you have the potential to be much greater than any Myth.”
“The fact that you can specialize your class, really advance and add skills, for one,” Pucky added. “But also there’s more to it, such as what we talked about with the spiritual essence of past Protectors helping you, as well as being able to call on the Fae.”
“That last part meaning…?”
“When you reach stronger levels, truly connect with your spiritual side, just that. With their help, Protectors have been known to perform martial moves otherwise thought impossible—”
“Even fly,” Elisa said.
“Not true,” Red said with a scoff, now much more alert. “That’s all lies.”
“Believe what you want,” Elisa said. “I choose to believe it was possible once, and will be so again.” She ate a raspberry, watching me with eyes that seemed to dance across my face. “Some people use other words, not Fae. Many of our brother and sister Myths to the Far East refer to it as qi, while others have their own words for it.”
“Qi actually kinda makes more sense,” I admitted, having watched enough movies to be familiar with the concept. I’d read the term Fae before and knew it had to do with fairies or something like that, but growing up I’d gone through a major phase of kung fu and such related movies.
“Well then, consider it like that, in a sense. As you master your skills and inner self, you will be able to better connect with this energy—spirit energy, qi, some divine source, or Fae magic—in ways regular Myths and Legends can never hope to achieve.”
“But you do use those elements, right?” I asked, glancing over at Pucky. “Like your sister?”
“Riak, yeah.” Pucky scrunched her nose to think, then said, “Some can access it, but can’t harness it like a high-level protector can.”
“And until I’m able to level up, to reach this inner place of super-awesomeness… I’m nothing special, exactly?”
“Just another pretty face and a great lay,” Elisa said, eyes moving to Pucky. “Or so I hear.”
“Right,” I said as Pucky chuckled. “In that case, what do you say we get down to some training? Sorry if I’m eager to be able to kick ass and not worry about getting killed. I’d hate to take away your sex toy.”
“Shut up,” Red said, rolling her eyes. “They joke, don’t get all emo on us.”
“Wow,” was all I could say—that, coming from her.
“No, he’s right.” Elisa stood, taking a scone for the road. “Let’s get to it.”
I was eager, so popped right up, glancing around. “You have a dojo, tennis courts we’ll train in or something? What?”
“We’re not training here,” she said with a grin.
“Oh, I just figured…?”
“No, this is my home but also a safe house. Set up like a fortress, it’s the most secure, but hasn’t been made into the type of training environment you need. You’re going to like this.”
“What?” I asked. “Where?”
“Come on, the car should be waiting.” She was already heading for the door, Pucky standing up ready to follow while Red took her time.
“You all really aren’t going to tell me?” I asked.
All three shared a look, smiled, and Elisa said, “Nope.”
We drove for some time, soon hitting traffic but going off onto the side roads and zooming around streets I didn’t recognize. I was pretty clueless, until I saw the Hollywood sign and realized we were in Los Angeles.
“Why here?” I asked. Not that I was opposed to the city, but rarely had a reason to come this far north.
“The real question,” Red said, gesturing out the window as we drove onto a movie studio, then past security for her dramatic pause, “is why here.”
“Fine, yes, this is even more confusing. Are you going to answer?”
She grinned, the other two very amused by it all. Finally, Elisa leaned forward, a hand on my leg, and pointed to one of the large, square buildings. “That stage is where we’ll be doing a lot of your training.”
“On a film stage?” I wasn’t sure if they were messing with me, but loved the idea. The practicality of it was also confusing, but I was open. Hell, the awesome HQ we’d stopped by wore a costume, so why not this.
We parked next to it and started for the entrance, my eyes drawn to several movie stars who I definitely recognized, but couldn’t quite place. The type that were always showing up in movies but weren’t quite big enough to be household names. One or two nodded back, and Pucky said they were Myths.
“Here’s the thing with movie studios,” Elisa said, opening the door to our training facility. “You think they could really do half the special effects they have without some form of magic? No way. I saw Avatar, and could point to the exact moments where magic was necessary. Not magic in that they really made islands float, but magic to get the technology where it needed to be.”
I entered the stage and stared in awe at all manner of movie sets set up in a sort of obstacle course, along with several people that I guessed were stuntmen, lined up with various kinds of weapons.
“Stations,” Red explained. “You’ll run through the obstacle course, going through various simulated experiences, some of which you’ll recognize from movies like Raiders, using actual set pieces.”
“Thought you’d like that,” Pucky said, beaming.
“Yeah yeah, it was her idea,” Red admitted.
“And then fight those guys?” I asked.
“Train with them,” Red corrected me. “Keep that in mind—everyone is here to make you be the best you can be. You’re only fighting your inner voice that wants you to quit.”
“Is that so?” I asked, chuckling. “Okay, so what next? When do you start yelling and telling me that pain is weakness leaving the body, and all that?�
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She gave me a humored smile, then said, “None of that. Just… try to keep up.”
Without another word or even pausing to stretch, she was off, Pucky letting out a whoop and going after her, Elisa motioning for me to get going.
“I’m observing, this time,” she explained. “And right now, you’re falling behind.”
19
Red and Pucky already had a head start, and I really had no idea what I was doing. The obstacle course was in three levels, set up along the walls of the stage—basically a hangar-like structure—complete with what looked like a jungle, buildings, and even a water tank.
“Today,” Red said, pausing at the edge of the jungle section, then leaping to grab hold of a tree branch and using it to swing up to the next section.
I tried it, and the damn branch tore at my hands, my swing not high enough.
“Shit,” I yelled, landing on my back with a thud. First part of the course, and already I was gasping for breath, the wind knocked out of me.
“This is going to be a long day,” Elisa shouted. “Get up, buttercup.”
“As you fucking wish,” I finally said. I was trying for sarcastic but it came out more like a wheeze. Then I was up on my feet again, and found another route up to the next ledge, using a rock and tree trunk that I could jump off from, American Ninja-style. I’d watched that show with my mom enough times to get a basic idea about some of this stuff. It’d been her favorite show when I was young. She was always trying to encourage me to go be a stuntman, because she’d played around with that field of work once… a long time ago. If she could only see me now.
“Pucky’s almost to the next round,” Red called out, appearing on another ledge that was made to look like the top of a short cliff. I grabbed a rope disguised as a vine, and climbed.
At the top, a burst of white feathers came at me and I nearly fell back, but ducked and was able to roll forward to avoid what I saw seconds later were the images of swans.
“Not fair,” I shouted down to Elisa.
“We’re trying to train you to go up against evil in its rawest form,” she countered. “If a few swans scare you, then we’ve got bigger problems.”