by Porter, Jack
“Hannah, Layla?” I called. “I need to talk to you before I leave.”
“In here,” Hannah responded, her voice muted by the thick logs of the cabin.
The door had been crafted from a rare redwood tree from a few miles away, and it had a pine needle wreath hanging on it, which made me smile as I pushed it open.
But that smile grew even wider as I walked inside and found Layla and Hannah standing next to each other, naked, near a cushioned pile of furs.
“What a pleasant surprise,” I said, meaning it. I made quick work of shedding my own clothes again and tossing them into one corner.
Layla giggled, her upturned nose crinkling adorably. Her tail swished once behind her before she beckoned me closer with a seductive crook of her finger. “It wouldn’t be right to put all this work into building a home and not christen it, now would it, Captain?”
“A downright crime, Number Two,” I growled. With only my golden cloud swirling about my instantly hard body, I crossed the room and pulled the two goddesses into my arms. I kissed each of them in turn, leaving them panting.
This might be the last time I got to feel their soft skin on mine for days, even weeks. I was going to damn well make sure they wouldn’t forget it.
With one hand I brushed against the V of Layla’s inner thighs, with the other I brushed the pad of my thumb over Hanna’s full breasts.
Soon the cabin overflowed with their soft, breathy moans. God, it made me want to claim them right then and there. But I needed to do this right.
When they were good and warmed up, I maneuvered them down onto the furs with gentle motions, first Layla, then Hannah.
Hannah, ever the fired-up glutton for punishment from me in the bedroom, stubbornly locked her body up as soon as she was on her knees.
“What are you doing, Hannah? Are you going against my wishes?” I demanded, using the hard, rough voice that usually sent a flood of wet heat to her core. I buried my hand in her hair and yanked it until she was looking up at me.
Her eyes were molten pools of need. The sight of her pleasure made my cock twitch.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetie,” she said in her syrupy thick southern accent. “I just thought you were getting to have all the fun, teasing us and all.”
Her head bobbed forward with incredible speed. She was truly like a hawk then, dropping on her prey from above with surety.
The tip of her pink, fiery tongue dragged across the head of my cock and I let out a long groan. My hand tightened in her hair.
“Yes,” I hissed. “What a good little fuck toy you are.”
Her eyes glittered in delight and she put her entire mouth on me this time.
“Mm,” Layla chimed in, getting to her knees as well. “Looks fun. Scooch over, Hannah.”
Layla dipped underneath Hannah’s mammoth-sized tits to lick my balls. I tossed my head back. I’d forgotten how good they were together.
My stamina could be at risk if I let them continue too long, I thought. I won’t let them get the best of me, damn it.
Without breaking their focus, I twisted us around so we were laying in a sixty-nine position with my knees between the two goddesses.
Layla’s body had warmed up from my attention to her clit earlier. I circled it a few more times before sticking two fingers inside, finding that sweet spot almost instantly. She cried out and tightened her grip on my thigh.
Hannah was going hard on my cock now. What else was I to do, but return the favor? With a devilish grin, I brought my tongue to her center and began flicking it rapidly over the small bud hidden there.
She gasped, breaking her hold.
Because I knew her desires well by now, I gave her ass a solid, open-handed slap. “Don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
“Oh god. Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sir. Anything you want.”
“Good girl.” I praised her by rubbing the reddening spot with gentle circular motions. “That makes me extremely happy.”
She moaned around my cock, obviously pleased that she was pleasing me.
After a while, Layla began shuddering under my fingers. I knew she was getting close. “What do you think, Layla? Should we give Hannah’s mouth a break? Maybe you can replace it with your favorite position?”
“Fuck. Yes,” she said with enthusiasm. I chuckled and pulled away from Hannah.
Layla got off on riding my dick. Literally and mentally. She relished being put in charge, and I was more than happy to let her take my reins occasionally.
The fox goddess slid onto me with a long, low groan from both of us, and Hannah moved around to sit on my face. A position I personally enjoyed, especially with the ever-present bouncing of her pale breasts.
While Layla rode my cock hard and fast, grinding her hips with each downward thrust, I reached up to cup Hannah’s ample breasts in my hands. They were so large they overflowed my palms.
We stayed like this for a while, each building toward an amazing finish. The girls got louder and louder until their desire filled the room with evidence of their bodies riding the edge of their orgasm. The sound of it echoed off the walls and rang back in our ears like a symphony.
“I’m almost there,” Hanna whimpered.
Layla picked up her pace. “Oh, fuck. Me too.”
It was a good thing because these girls knew what to do to press all my buttons. I was about to explode. All I wanted to do was let myself go.
And as soon as the girls began to quiver and shake with their own orgasms, I instantly found mine too.
In the afterglow, Hannah lazily ran her fingers across my banded tribal tattoos. After a moment, she asked, “So what did you want to tell us? Before we distracted you.” She winked. “Sorry we ambushed you, by the way.”
Chuckling, I said, “Never be sorry about that. Goddess knows I’m not. Let’s see,” I blinked before closing my eyes. My brain protested the work involved in recalling my original intentions. I’d all but obliterated it from my memory as soon as I saw the girls’ naked bodies.
A stab of pain reminded me. “Ah, that’s it,” I said, putting a palm to my forehead. “My headaches are becoming more frequent. The more power you use, the easier it will be to store my own god energy in your crystals. Try to use your powers several times a day while I’m gone.”
Layla nodded. “Will do, Cap. But what’s going to happen to you if you don’t find the sleeping goddesses or Megan’s crystal? If the headaches start causing you to black out again?” Her voice was filled with fear for my safety.
I took her hand and placed it on my chest. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, that I’d push through. But with how severe the pain was when only beginning, I decided to tell her the truth.
“I don’t know, Number Two. I don’t know.”
Five
Tears filled every female eye as the two groups parted. They hugged one another and made promises to take care of themselves—and each other—while we were apart.
Layla and Hannah both pulled me aside separately to make me swear to come back safe and sound. I told them I would, and gave each a kiss to seal the promise.
Then, with makeshift packs full of supplies on our backs, Yua, Megan, and I set off.
Immediately, I realized there was something my planning hadn’t accounted for. Both Megan and Yua were human. With short little human legs. I found myself having to shuffle next to them just to keep pace.
When that became unbearable, I grabbed each girl in one arm and set them on my shoulders so I could go at the speed I wanted.
“Weee!” Megan exclaimed, holding her arms out as if she had wings like Hannah. “This is a much better way to travel.”
“Speak for yourself,” Yua retorted. “He walks like a cave dweller. Lumbering and heavy-footed. It’s making me want to hurl.”
Megan and I laughed good-naturedly. “Sorry, Yua. My pace will smooth out once we clear this last section of trees. I’d rather you get a little sick than accidentally clothesline you with a stray b
ranch,” I said. “Hannah did a quick scout for us and said the rest of the mountain range is jagged with steep cliffs. I want to get camp at the base of the first mountain tonight, and begin to climb as soon as first light hits.”
Yua seemed to accept this. “Do you know what lies beyond the mountains?”
“Not a clue. Hannah didn’t travel that far. I’m surprised you don’t know.”
Yua grew quiet, as if she was thinking. After some moments, she said, “I know about parts of the island, it’s true. But most of my knowledge was learned from scrolls and books, not adventures of my own. I made a few journeys, but rarely traveled any real distance from my shrine, and climbing mountains has never been my forte. So no, I don’t know what is beyond them. Does that disappoint you, White Guardian?”
“Why would it, Yua?”
“I seem to have only lived most of my adventures within a small area of my home, even after a few hundred years of being here.”
“But you are still wise,” I said. “And you’ve already helped us more than you know.”
With the girls balanced on my shoulders, I had to turn my head to an odd angle to catch their expressions. Yet I still caught Yua smiling out of the corner of my eye, before she looked away.
We stayed quiet for a long while after that. I sped up my pace a little, but Yua didn’t berate me for it. There was a new urgency to the air that hadn’t been there before. After the mountains, anything could be waiting for us.
That thought sent my heart pounding. What other secrets did the island hold?
We were largely silent for the rest of the day as I began to push through the last of the trees that marked our home boundaries. Megan had said her crystal lay in this direction. As for the sleeping goddesses, we could only follow the directions Hannah had given and hope for the best. But she thought they were in this direction, as well.
Unfortunately, Hannah had also said that the island was “fucking gigantic,” much bigger than we’d previously thought. To say that we were searching for needles in a haystack was an understatement. I only hoped the magic that called to us would grow stronger as we grew closer to our goals, like a childhood game of Hot and Cold.
Finally, we reached the edge of the forest. Before us lay a more open, hilly span, complete with random rock formations and scraggly trees, which grew into mountains further ahead.
Excited, I strode into the open area, the grasses bending easily beneath my moccasin-covered feet.
What I should have been doing was watching where I was going more closely. Because all too soon, the ground became soft and pliable, like sticky mud. I pushed my way farther, thinking a little mud wouldn’t do much to stop me. Yet when the sticky warm goo brushed the middle of my shins, I knew something was very wrong.
“Girls? I believe I’m sinking,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. I glanced downward to study the ground.
Between clumps of grass that seemed to be floating on top, I could see what looked to be tar. Warm, sticky, gooey tar was sucking at my legs, gluing itself to my buckskin pants.
Damned magical island, I thought.
It wasn’t enough that we had to cross rocky mountains to find what we needed. It had to put tar in our path, as well.
I hiked each girl higher up on my shoulders while I thought about what to do.
“Shit. What do we do now, Dex?” Megan yelped. “I’ve seen what bubbles out of the La Brea tar pits. Those mammoths and dire wolves never stood a chance.”
With the tar covered in its layer of grass, it wasn’t easy to see where it ended. But the grass didn’t cover everything. There were patches of bare, sandy-looking earth, outcroppings of stone, and I doubted that the scraggly-looking trees were growing in the tar.
I can throw the girls to safety if need be, I thought.
As if hearing my thoughts, my body sank a couple more inches, despite me ceasing all movement. And damn it all. I went and jinxed myself. It looks like I don’t have much of a choice. I’m too heavy.
“Well, I have an idea. But you two won’t like it much.”
“Will it make me wish I had wings like Hannah?” Yua asked guardedly, her sharp mind already picking up the ‘save the damsel’ vibes I was putting out.
Megan gasped as I said, “Probably,” and shifted about a bit awkwardly until I had each girl in a hand, balancing their asses on my palms.
“No. Dexter, you’ll bruise my butt!” Megan shouted indignantly.
As my knees disappeared beneath the warm goo, I took solace in the fact that at least they would be safe while I figured how to get myself out of this.
“This way is better than the fate of those mammoths and dire wolves,” I said. “Bear with it, love.”
That was all the warning they got. I threw both of them in a low arc, fifteen feet or so, to where the muddy goop gave way to sandy earth. Wincing, I watched as they rolled unceremoniously across the dirt in a tangle of arms and legs.
“Are you alright?” I asked anxiously. I wouldn’t worry about my sorry ass until I was sure both girls were safe.
With a little complaining on Yua’s part and a lot of complaining on Megan’s, I watched as they both hoisted themselves up, rubbing their various bruises, and yelled at me to give them more warning next time.
Megan put her hands on her hips in a pose I fully recognized by now. Her long red hair wasn’t the only fiery part about her, and I could tell she’d be that way for a while.
“What now?” Megan asked, and despite the growling tone, there was a real worry in her voice “You’re still stuck.”
She was right. The tar was riding up to my mid-thigh now, and I was still sinking. For the first time, I realized I was in deep shit.
I struggled to remember what my training might have said about dealing with situations like this. But not much came to mind beyond ditching as much weight as possible and trying not to struggle.
So I shrugged out of my pack and sent it flying toward the girls, and wondered just how deep this sticky trap was.
Deep enough, I figured. On this island, it would be deep enough.
“Anyone got any ideas?” I asked.
Yua tapped her chin. “Dexter. Give me your sword.”
Giving her a mock withering look, I said, “Let’s not lose hope just yet. You can have Kain’s sword back when I’m about shoulder deep.”
I knew the joke was inappropriate, but was unable to stop myself. I was rewarded with a cobalt blue eye roll.
Yua pressed her lips together and replied, “I’m not attempting to take your sword because I want it back, Dexter,” she said. She inched closer to the edge of the tar, and I realized I had sunk low enough that we were now at eye level. “I think maybe I can reach it with my staff, tangle it in the rings, if you can stretch out far enough.”
It was a good thought, but measuring the distance by eye, I already knew the distance was too great.
But the sheath came with a leather belt to keep it in place, a makeshift baldric. Maybe….
It would be close.
I took it off, gripped the scabbard by the very tip, and leaned over as far as the sticky muck would allow. Then I flicked the leather belt toward Yua, who watched it settle on the grassy patch just in front of her.
She stared at it dubiously. I knew she was worried about that grass. Knew that it very likely hid more of the same tar pit I was in.
Yet she didn’t hesitate. “Megan,” she said. “Help?”
She held out a hand for the red-haired woman, and leaned out as far as she could, stretching out with her staff.
“A little further,” she said, but I already knew it was still too far away.
I reeled the sword back in.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” said Megan.
“I’m not risking the both of you getting stuck as well.”
“Then what…?” Yua said even as Megan helped pull her back to safety.
But I was already working on my next trick. Hip deep in sticky goo, I too
k the sword out of the sheath and tied the leather belt around the handle. Now, holding onto the bare blade, I launched the scabbard-end to Yua.
She reached it easily, capturing it with the end of her staff and twisting it around for good measure.
“Now what?” she said.
“Pull me out,” I said. I even managed to keep my face straight as I spoke.
I could sense the lady monk’s uncertainty. “You’re too big. Too heavy.” She shot a glance to Megan, who was trying to reach over to help. “And my staff will just disconnect.”
I couldn’t keep my face straight forever. I let out a laugh, then said, “Just hold onto it. I’ll do most of the work. The sword and staff are to provide stability.”
So saying, I lay as flat as I could on the grassy covering of the tar pit, and quietly prayed that this would work.
This was how you were supposed to climb out onto thin ice. Spread your body weight over as wide an area as possible, and sort of shuffle your way forward until you could get your legs out.
I was just hoping that I could work my way out of the tar pit the same way.
Gripping the sword end as tightly as I could without damaging myself, putting as much weight on it as I dared, I slowly and painstakingly worked my way forward, twisting my legs in an effort to free them from the muck.
The girls saw what I was trying to do. “You can do it, Dexter. It’s working,” said Yua.
“Yeah, Dex,” Megan chimed in. “We’re here. We won’t let go.”
I knew that this was a time when my added size and strength meant nothing. In fact, it actively made the job harder. But I had little choice.
I heaved myself out of the sticky mess with all the strength I had. The tar was sucking at my legs and I gasped as I pulled myself little by little. Finding the right leverage was difficult. But now that I held onto the sword for support, I knew I would make it.
Panting, I heaved against the tar pit again and again, gaining only inches of my body back at a time. The girls didn’t seem to breathe as they watched me, holding one another in their arms in vice grips, with the staff between them.