by Dante King
I clapped Arun on the shoulder and led the way up the tunnel, toward the light. “Fuck ‘em,” I said. “It was that bunch of assholes that broke into my house and stole my Skeleton Key. What’s more, it sounds like they’re going to try and use that key to break into the Eldritch Prison. Those keys are probably pretty rare. If it can be traced back to me or my parents…” I punched my fist into my palm. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that we’re just going to have to stop them.”
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“... and then, the Horatio dude just stormed off. Arun looked at me like he’d just done something extremely witless, and I told him that we were going to have to stop Horatio and his crew from using that fucking Skeleton Key,” I finished.
The boys and I, along with Alura and Cecilia, were gathered in the kitchen. Janet had headed straight to her sorority to try and get hold of her father at the Eldritch Prison to warn him that he might have an impending jailbreak on his hands. There were shot-glasses in front of each of us, and a large demijohn of Bradley’s homemade Dew Bramble Liqueur sitting on the scrubbed wooden table. It was strong stuff, not so much packing a punch as packing a sock with a half-brick in it.
“And that’s what you want to do, is it, friend?” Rick asked. “You want to stop these guys from causing havoc in the prison?”
I was saved from telling Rick that I hadn’t thought of a plan yet by Janet’s arrival.
“How did you go, sugar?” Cecilia asked her.
Janet sat down in a vacant chair and pulled Damien’s shot-glass toward her. She filled it up and knocked back the orange liquor, winced, and said, “Not good.”
“Not good how?” Nigel asked.
“Not good,” Janet said, after she had downed another shot, “in the way that I couldn’t get hold of him at all.”
“Well, you know, he might just be… out, or something,” Damien suggested, trying and failing to get his shot-glass back.
“That’s the thing,” Janet said, “I have a portal door built into the back of my walk-in closet. It has a direct link to my father’s office at the Eldritch Prison.”
“And he wasn’t about?” I asked.
“No,” Janet replied. “I couldn’t even get to the prison. The portal is closed up. Blocked.”
“Under what circumstances would a direct portal like that be blocked?” Alura asked. Her white and gold eyes looked worried, as if she already knew the answer to her question.
“The only circumstance that I can think of is for a prison-wide lockdown,” Janet said.
A thoughtful silence filled the room.
“So, do you think that some sort of break-out attempt or other bit of trouble might be happening there, right now?” I asked.
Janet shrugged, but her hands shook slightly as she picked up the demijohn and refilled her shot-glass. “Could be a training drill,” she said, though she didn’t sound as if she believed this.
“The point is though, obviously, that you don’t know,” Bradley said. He was standing by the stove even though he wasn’t cooking anything. It was his default position when in the kitchen.
I made my decision in an instant. “Well, I’m going to be proactive about this,” I said. “I’m not going to fuck about like people do in so many movies, umming and ahhing and putting off what to do. I’m going to head up to the Academy and see if I can find Chaosbane.”
“He’s still not in the school,” Janet said. “I heard a couple of the girls talking about it when I was running up to my room. Hasn’t been seen for a few days. They reckoned he was on a bender.”
“Shit, then I’ll find Enwyn,” I said. “She told me where her private apartments are. I’ll take one of the Solarphine Sticks and be back as soon as I can.”
With that, I sprinted up to my room, grabbed my broomstick from the closet, dashed out of my balcony door, and threw myself off it into the air. I got the broomstick under me in one easy motion, pointed the nose toward the sprawling building up on the hill, and flew it toward the Academy.
I reached the Combustion Tower within three minutes, flying as fast as I could and narrowly avoiding a flock of pigeons that must have thought their end was nigh as I shot past. I landed on the only balcony that I could see on the entire tower, the furniture and decor of which proclaimed that surely this was the abode of a woman. It was all very tasteful, with many potted succulents and plants and with not a single empty beer can in sight.
The door to the apartments were open—I guessed Enwyn wasn’t expecting visitors to come in by air—and I let myself in.
“Enwyn?” I called, moving quickly from room to room. I was in such a rush that I didn’t pay much attention to the furnishings or anything like that, although I did notice that Enwyn had a lot of plants, which I thought was incongruous for a Fire Mage. I recognized one of her jackets hanging from a hook by the door and a spare pair of her trademark glasses sitting in a fruit bowl. “Enwyn? It’s Justin.”
It quickly became evident, however, that there was no one home. Enwyn must still have been cloistered with the goddamn Arcane Council.
Carefully shutting the balcony door behind me, I climbed onto my broom and sped back to the fraternity house.
I arrived at the frat house, landing in a spray of gravel on the garden path. There was most definitely a gloomy vibe presiding over the whole place. When I walked briskly into the kitchen, everyone was still sitting around the table, nursing their shot-glasses.
“All right,” I said, determined not to get sucked into this negative mood that had taken hold of everyone. “Enwyn wasn’t home.”
Janet sighed in frustration.
“But, look, there must be a way for us to get our asses to the prison,” I said. “We’re grown-ups for fuck sake. It’s not like we have to give a shit about missing classes tomorrow. We have a mission to complete, right? Right?”
There was a murmur of ascent from the group and most of the chins picked up.
“Right,” I said. “You bet your ass we do. Now, to cut to the chase, can we fly there?”
Janet shook her head. “You can’t approach it by air. There’s a powerful magical force field around the whole facility. The only way into the building is through a portal or across a single bridge that cuts through the force field. Stray too far off that road though, and...” Janet drew a finger across her throat.
Nigel gulped audibly and touched his own throat.
“A more powerful portal is our best option,” Janet said, her voice strengthening as she warmed to the task at hand. “One that can get around whatever magic is blocking my personal portal. That dwarf in Nevermoor, he could rig up a special kind of portal that’d do it. He won’t like it, but I don’t think he’d have the nuts to stand against Cecilia Chillgrave, the Princess of the Gemstone Elementals, and Idman Thunderstone’s daughter.”
“We have a saying on my island,” Rick rumbled.
I saw Damien and Bradley roll their eyes.
“Hit us with it, big fella,” I said. “You know it’s not the start of something crazy without you filling our ears with some of your nonsensical wisdom.”
“The proverb runs, ‘When a woman says, “What?”, it is not because she has not heard you. It is because she is giving you a chance to run for your life.’”
All of us thought about that one for a second.
“Yeah, not bad,” I said. “Perhaps, not as irrelevant as I was hoping for, but not bad.”
“Okay, well if the dwarf can be made amenable, I reckon we take that route,” Janet said.
“Agreed,” said Nigel, who was clearly still thinking about that one deadly road.
“Right, well, we do not have much time,” Alura said. She stood, her radiant figure glittering in the dull light coming through the window. “I shall write a message to the dwarf. Cecilia, Janet, and I will sign it with our Inimitable Seals—signatures that cannot be forged. You men will run and deliver this message.”
“All except Justin,” Janet suddenly cut in, exchanging a knowing look w
ith Alura. “He is the most powerful mage among us, and he needs to be as ready as he can to face whatever’s waiting for us at the prison.”
Damien frowned. “Hold on…” he said.
“Cecilia,” Janet said, ignoring Damien, “you know what this means, don’t you?”
“I think I know what this means,” Nigel said, staring with open envy at the women and then at me.
“What’s that?” Cecilia asked.
“You’re all going to sleep with Justin in an attempt to boost his powers!” Nigel said.
“My man!” Rick growled.
My eyebrows shot up at this. I looked at three girls. Then I grinned. “Hey, if it’s got to be done for the sake of the mission…”
Bradley let out a little disbelieving laugh.
Cecilia’s bright blue eyes were gleaming as she regarded me. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she said. “Waiting for us to combine our bodies to help Justin reach a higher potency.”
At the word potency, Damien pulled a face and got to his feet. “Oh man, give me that message, Alura! I want to get out of here before the walls start shaking and the roof falls in!”
Cecilia scribbled the message on parchment, and the three ladies finished it with their Inimitable Seals.
Damien snatched the message from her. The boys, with much good-natured jostling and whistling and all the rest of it, filed out of the kitchen.
I heard the front door slam. I turned my attention back to the girls.
Cecilia took a step toward me. She shrugged one shoulder out of her dress and cupped my cheek in her hand.
“That message run should keep them busy for a while,” she said.
“Man oh man,” I said, looking up at her, “I bet it won’t be nearly half as long as I’d like.”
Chapter Nineteen
It was proving to be somewhat of a common theme for my sexual encounters of late; this sort of self-imposed, rushing time limit. Not that I was complaining.
I watched the trio of beautiful young women in front of me all start to disrobe simultaneously. Janet came up behind Cecilia and gently pulled down her dress, exposing her perfect petite breasts. Cecilia shivered as Janet ran her fingers over her nipples, and I felt my cock going from Caterpie to Metapod in an instant.
“I’ve-I’ve never been with a woman before…” Cecilia said as she tilted her head back against Janet’s shoulder.
“Don’t you fret about that,” Alura said, her ethereal clothing blowing away like river mist caught in a sudden high wind. “Janet and I have some experience.”
Janet laughed throatily, watching as Alura stepped forward and began to pull my pants down. “That’s right,” she said, “and anyway, how long have you and I known one another, babe? You know I’ll take care of you and see you right.”
Cecilia’s eyes glittered naughtily as she watched my cock spring free of the confines of my pants. Then she gasped as Janet’s hand slipped down her navel and began playing with her box.
I pulled Alura to me, enjoying everything that was going on around me, but very aware that we were on the clock somewhat. I wanted to make use of this time. The whole slow build-up, which I usually took so much pleasure in, would have to be bypassed.
Alura turned so that her ass was toward me and settled herself in my lap in the time-tested reverse cowgirl position—a personal favorite of mine. She let out a groan of pleasure as she straddled my dick, while I slouched in my chair so that she had more freedom of movement. As she lowered herself onto me, and I immersed myself in her strange micro-abrasive coolness, I watched as Janet continued to slowly but forcefully finger-fuck Cecilia right in front of me.
It felt like every time I slept with someone new in this world, or found myself in some sexy scenario, I was freshly amazed at the way my life had turned out. I constantly caught myself thinking, ‘Holy shit, this is the coolest thing that I’ve ever seen or experienced or been a part of.’ Fucking Alura while watching those two women pleasure each other though, really did take my sexual experiences to a whole new level. I had said it once—and I hoped that something would come along in the future that would have me saying it again—but seeing the two women was one of the hottest things I had ever witnessed.
Janet was sitting on the kitchen table, completely nude. Cecilia was leaning back against her, her head on Janet’s shoulder, while Janet strummed and stroked her like an overtly erotic musical instrument. Every time that Alura came back down on my cock, Janet would echo the movement and slip two fingers into Cecilia’s obviously soaking sex. Each time that she did this, I noticed the hoar frost spread out from Cecilia’s crotch, wrapping around her thighs and ass and running up her navel.
Watching Cecilia getting off at the strong, sure hands of Janet made me want to mix things up. Janet was the only one not getting anything directly out of this little formation that we had adopted, and I was nothing if not a teamplayer. I smacked Alura on her glittering, shimmering gemstone ass, and she gave a little cry.
“Mmmm, you’re a rough boy today, Mr. Mauler,” she said, sliding off me.
“Got to share the love, Your Highness,” I said.
Cecilia kissed me hungrily as Janet continued to play with her, sticking her tongue into my mouth and rubbing my cock that was sticky with Alura’s juices. Gently, taking her by the hips, I moved the elven aristocrat aside so that I could get at the Storm Mage, Miss Thunderstone. Cecilia pouted, but was quickly distracted by Alura coming in and kissing down her neck in a way that sent more swirls of frost rippling out from the sensitive areas.
“You,” I said, lust shining in my eyes as I looked over the athletic, naked form of Janet.
“You,” she said, her eyes shining and her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Janet pushed herself back onto the table and then turned around so that her glorious bubblebutt was pointing in my direction. Then, in a phenomenally filthy display, she got ever-so-slowly onto all fours and spread her legs wide for me.
Damn, if she yawns I’m going to be able to see the opposite wall through her mouth, I thought.
I was a good foot taller than Janet, and this placed me at the perfect height to fuck her from behind as she knelt on the head of the table. I grasped the sporty young woman by her hips and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit. Then, as Janet moaned in anticipation, I thrust hard into her so that my pelvis smacked onto her ass with a meaty thud. Janet was jerked forward and cried out through gritted teeth. Her hands clutched at the parallel edges of the table.
She growled. “That’s it! Just like did the first time!”
I was going to have to interpret that instruction as best as I was able. Thanks to an inordinate amount of bourbon, the aftermath of the Iron Maiden concert where Janet and I had first met was somewhat of a blur. I was going to be relying on her to fill in any specific details.
I started banging Janet hard from behind. She had that flawless ass of hers stuck up in the air and was giving out animal grunts and groans of delight with every thrust. We were going at it so vigorously that Alura and Cecilia stopped with their canoodling so that they could watch us. Then, almost shyly, Cecilia hopped onto the table and crawled in front of Janet, her smaller, tighter ass swaying invitingly to and fro in front of Janet’s face. Janet was a minx when it came to bedroom athletics, and far from a prude. She clapped her hands to Cecilia’s ass-cheeks, pulled them apart to reveal the glistening pink slit between her milky thighs, then stuck her tongue into it. Taking her lead from Cecilia, Alura climbed onto the table and knelt in front of Cecilia. With as little or less hesitation than even Janet had shown, Cecilia buried her face between the Gemstone Princess’s buttocks and began vigorously eating her out.
From my vantage point at the back of this insane train, I could watch all three women moaning and groaning and writhing, their backs arching, their heads flinging back every now and again as the person behind them hit some responsive spot. I almost laughed out loud at the thought that this was how the Huma
n Centipede should have turned out. It would have been a bit more of a feel-good film.
As it was, it was turning into an extremely feel-good film—or would have been had there been any cameras present. At the angle that I was penetrating her, my rock-hard cock must have been slamming into Janet’s g-spot because it wasn’t long before she was crying out, louder and louder.
There was a definite tingling building within Janet’s sex, and I didn’t mean that I was starting to tingle. The sensation was most definitely coming from Janet, as if her vagina was resonating and vibrating at a low, pulsating frequency. She was also getting wetter and wetter, so that my dick slurped and slapped as I pounded in and out of her. Then, to my amazement, little dancing strands of her electricity starting running over her ass and up her back. The tendrils sparked in and out of existence intermittently, running across her body like violet and white lightning. With her increasing wetness and the humming sensation that was emanating from her box, I couldn’t help but get the impression that a storm was building inside of her.
As Janet’s moans and cries got louder, Cecilia began to grind her ass harder into Janet’s face. Janet’s building arousal seemed to be spreading through all three women, I suspected. This supposition was strengthened when I noticed that the miniature filaments of violet and white lightning had started running and jumping from Janet to Cecilia and on to Alura too.
Watching all this, as well as fucking Janet’s tight, vibrating, electric va-jay-jay, it came as no surprise that I felt my own climax fast approaching. I picked up my rhythm even more, jackhammering away at Janet, pulling her ass toward me so that I could nail her as deeply as possible.
“Come on, Justin!” Janet panted. “Come on! That’s it! Send me over the fucking edge, baby!”
I drilled Janet for all I was worth, my head thrown back, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling as I tried—in Damien’s uncouth but, admittedly, fairly apt words—to touch Janet’s breakfast. My breathing became ragged as I drew to the brink of orgasm, my thrusts getting wilder. I looked down at Janet just as her back arched and her whole body locked up into the throes of ecstasy.