by J. Sselxuyt
“Don’t keep his mouth busy too long,” Lisa says, oblivious to the events that have just taken place.
“Just keep licking my asshole,” Angela says over her shoulder. Rain drips from the dark woman’s hair, into my face, and I latch onto one of her brown nipples, using her body as a shield from the torrent. Angela is only about halfway down my pole, when I feel my head bump against her deepest parts. I also feel some other movement, and realize that Lisa must be fingering the succubus’s bung hole.
When her orgasm strikes, it washes over me with so much strength, that I’m reminded of the power of TanaVesta. I have to fight hard to retain a sense of my own identity as unadulterated bliss blasts through my soul.
When I’m finally able to grasp a sense of my surroundings again, I decide I’m sick of feeling sand against my back, and roll us over. Slowly, gently, I set an easy pace, wanting this time to last as long as possible.
Lisa comes around and plants her pussy on Angela’s soft lips, placing her own against mine. Her tongue dives into my mouth as she moans at the paradise the succubus’s tongue is taking her to. I can feel the martial artists fingers begin to rub against Angela’s clit, causing the four-hundred year old woman’s cunt to tighten on my own rod as she spasms in delight.
Breaking the kiss, I lean forward a bit, and take Lisa’s smaller tits in my hands, guiding one taught nipple to my lips. Dropping my right hand down, I find the blonde’s clit, and rub it vigorously as she rides Angela’s tongue to her own orgasm.
While I still feel the power of her climax washing over me, I stand up, pulling out of the dark skinned beauty, picking Lisa up, spin her around, and slam my cock deep into her vagina. Within seconds my balls are slapping against her clit as I pound into her.
Angela scoots back on the sand, and Lisa is flexible enough to bend in half. She starts to suck the other woman’s juices right from the source.
Watching the light skinned athlete eat out the ebony bombshell is really turning me on, and I know I’m getting close. As good as Lisa’s inner folds feel wrapped around my penis, I decide to dump my load into Angela. She’d wanted it before, and as long as I choose not to get her pregnant, we should be good.
I wait until I can sense Angela getting close by the sound of her moans, before pulling out of Lisa, dropping to my knees, and sliding back into the prostrate woman. Lisa has to plant her hands above Angela’s shoulders as I plant my mouth forcefully against her labia. The two women begin to kiss madly as I feel both of their orgasms wash over me. The sensations are too strong. I lose all sense of who or what I am as I fire my seed deep into the one-time slave’s womb.
Our souls mix and mingle, our minds becoming one, and for a bit my strongest desire is to be with these two forever. Or is it their desire to be with me? I can no longer tell, nor do I even care anymore as I continue to pump my cock into Angela, making squelching noises as I churn what seems like a never-ending stream of impotent cum inside her.
I don’t notice when I fall back into the sand breathless, but I do become slightly aware of who I am again, when Lisa slips my softening member into her twat. She leans forward, and tries to suck my cum from the succubus’s sweet cunt.
It’s going to be a long night, I realize, but I don’t think I’m going to mind. At least the rain has lightened to barely a drizzle. I’m also glad that the wind isn’t blowing in this incessant storm.
I just hope AnnaBelle is able to get some rest before we storm the home of Varun, the Pillar of Water, tomorrow.
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Chapter 14
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The Prophecy
“It’s no good,” I call out, looking at the spinning tires of my car. The Orange Bubble’s undercarriage is flush against the sand and no amount of pushing is going to get her free.
Thankfully all the dents and dings the dang Grindylows had put in her yesterday have healed and my car looks almost new again. I’m still finding it hard to believe that only a short while ago, it had been a burned up husk. The connection between the Orange Bubble and Angela still doesn’t make complete sense to me, but at least I have them both here now.
The succubus, in her Amazon form to help push, brushes off her hands, shaking her head. “It’s not far to Varun’s demesne, but it’ll take a while to swim that far, and we’ll be tired by the time we arrive. Not good conditions for rescuing someone.”
We’ve tried digging the car out, but the constant rain just runs the sand back into our holes. We’ve tried to find some wood or something to put under the tires so that they can get some traction, but everything is just too wet.
“We have company,” Lisa says warily. I turn to follow her gaze. She was also helping push, while AnnaBelle ran the steering wheel and pedals.
A single Grindylow, old, wrinkled, tentacles crooked at odd angles beneath it, and stooped with age is watching us. By the way it’s holding its trident, I can tell that he needs it for support. At least, I think it’s a ‘he’. The large body of water sits behind the short creature as it examines us with its large, shimmering, bulbous black eyes.
“I don’t think he means us any harm,” Angela murmurs beside me.
“Are you truly a Generator?” the green creature asks me. His voice is rough as though speaking while out of the water takes some extra effort.
I nod, not really knowing what to say. This seems to get the little thing agitated, his many tentacles flapping against the sand. I prepare myself for some sort of attack. I notice Lisa and Angela doing the same. The sound of the locks on my car informs me that AnnaBelle isn’t missing out on the tension out here.
“Then the prophecy is coming true?” I’m not sure how, but I’m able to detect joy in the small monster’s rough voice.
“What prophecy?” I ask, remembering Arethusa mentioning something about a prophecy as well. In stories, prophecies are never a good thing for those they involve. Of course, this is real life, so maybe the prophecy is about bunnies and rainbows. . . .
Yeah, I don’t believe it either.
The Grindylow calms down and examines me again. Without warning, he begins speaking in his harsh voice. Even with the pouring rain, his words carry a sense of import that changes the mood of our group.
“When the air calms down,
And rain slows on Water’s door.
Comes the time for all to wail.
A deadly new enemy to abhor.
“A Generator comes forth,
To save all or completely fail.
A foe that’s timeless,
Even on our life's long scale.
“Colors swirl to hide our nemesis,
All destruction, he strives to make.
Only the blind can resist his will,
Unless his choice is a mistake.
“A blade to kill, and a blade to save,
A talisman to forge the path between.
To kill and save, or save and kill,
One path to both, yet choices lean.
“A pillar made, a pillar killed,
A pillar formed, all by his hand,
The powerful and Earth will quake,
When before him, they stand.
“Our hero’s life shall meet its end,
Unless he strikes the deadly beast.
His friends shall fall or rise,
Until all his efforts have ceased.”
I just stare at the green creature. I mean, what does one say after being told something so dark and dreary. Their hero’s life shall meet its end? Friends rise and fall? The powerful and Earth will quake? What the heck? Even the incessant rain seems to grow quite at the import of those words.
“The winds have lessened and yesterday the rain did to,” the ancient Grindylow states into the silence. “Generators have not been seen in either world for millennia. Witnesses saw you use your power to calm the rains, and we know the time is near, for air has lessened his blustering in his own realm.” He uses his t
rident to walk closer to us. I hold my ground despite my rising apprehension. “We will aid you on your quest, Generator.” He bows low to me, and I can feel my cheeks go scarlet as the other two women out here look at me. “We are yours to command.”
I jump as he lifts his weapon and slams the butt down in the wet sand three times.
“What the—“ I start to say as the water begins to boil behind the old Grindylow. Well, boil more than the rain was already making it churn.
“Get into your transport, Generator. My people will move you to the water, where you may continue your righteous quest.” The Grindylow bows to us, and I spare only a quick glance to Angela. Her eyes are wide as she stares at the sea. I turn back to see the green heads of numerous Grindylows bobbing in the surf.
“Best do as he says,” Angela states, and turns to open the car door. Knowing what a pain it is for her to get into the cramped Orange Bubble, I quickly send her original image to her, and marvel as her form shrinks to that of a 1600’s black-oriental slave.
Lisa follows her, and AnnaBelle awkwardly moves into the passenger seat, letting me drive. As soon as my car door closes, the sea appears to puke up a bunch of little green creatures.
They swarm my car, making it rock back and forth. Is this the mistake the prophecy had mentioned? Trusting these little creatures?
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Angela moans as the Orange Bubble continues to rock.
My fears about the Grindylows are quickly proven unfounded however as they’re able to lift us out of the sand, and carry us to the lapping waves. They continue to carry us, until the hood of the Orange Bubble is submerged. I feel my panic rise once again at entering the water, but I shove it down. It seems easier to do this time. My mental conditioning with the rain yesterday must be helping some.
Even after letting us go, the green little monsters swim next to us for a ways, before the elderly Grindylow, spry and fleet now that he’s in the water, waves his trident to us in a salute, and the Grindylows depart.
“Angela,” I turn and ask as soon as the last Grindylow vanishes, “what do you know about that prophecy?”
The succubus looks troubled as I let the car have its way. I know we need to get to Brooke, but the old Grindylow’s words are seriously bothering me.
“I don’t know,” she says after a few uncomfortable seconds. “This is the first I’ve heard of it.” She shakes her head as if to get rid of a bad feeling, before adding. “I wouldn’t put too much stock in it, though. Those creatures aren’t known for their intelligence and are considered rather gullible and superstitious. They likely believe anything they hear.”
I would be inclined to believe her, if for no other reason than that I really don’t like the line about the hero’s life meeting its end. Except, Arethusa mentioned a prophecy as well. Looking into Angela’s eyes, and a quick glance at Lisa, makes me drop it. Brooke needs us right now, and this prophecy business can wait.
As we drive, I remember something about my mystical car, and know that I should have time to get this question answered.
“Angela, you once told me that my car is powered by the same thing that generates energy for me, but never said what exactly that is.” Despite how much I’ve seen the succubus change forms, it still comes as a shock to see her as a short Asian/black girl.
“Ambient energy,” she says in that way of hers as though those simple words explain everything. Of course, I give her my ‘what do you mean’ stare, and she sighs before clarifying. “All around us is ambient energy. The wind, falling rain, even the ground has ambient energy. This car can tap into a bit of it, and keep running. Generators are a bit different, in that they can tap into a larger amount, turning it to their own use.”
“So, that’s why the rain lessened yesterday?” I ask, understanding why there seemed to be so much more energy from our sex than previously experienced. The cute black woman actually blushes a bit at my statement, but nods.
The rest of the ride is silent as I think about what she’s revealed, before Angela has me stop about thirty minutes later.
“Head to the surface,” she tells me, and the car begins moving without my direct control. Talk about a backseat driver! “It’s not too late to turn back,” she says to Lisa and AnnaBelle. She knows I’m going forward no matter what. “It will be dangerous down there. Once you drink from the vial, you’ll be able to breathe under the water, but if you fall asleep, or even get knocked out, it’s over.” I can tell she’s speaking more to AnnaBelle than Lisa. Lisa at least has some self-defense skills. AnnaBelle only has her faith.
“A young woman is in need of aid,” the mature woman states. “I will help in every way I’m able. Let us say a prayer, before we drink that.” She doesn’t even wait for acquiescence before bowing her head. “Dear Lord, which art above us, please watch over us as we descend into the inky depths of thine enemy. Allow us to see with your light, and guide our spirits, that we may find the young woman and bring her to safety. Amen.”
I hear a whispered “Amen,” from Lisa, and quickly mumble one myself. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the car actually brightens as AnnaBelle lifts her head back up. I can see the fervent glow of her faith behind her eyes.
I hand over the two vials, one to each of the normal humans, and watch as Lisa pops the cork off hers, taking a sniff.
“Hmm, reminds me of fishing with my dad, when I was a little girl.” I can see Lisa as a little girl, sitting in a metal boat, an older man with a fishing rod in his hands and hooks dangling on his vest. The girl sits staring adoringly at her father as he explains the intricacies of fishing.
Blinking, I return to myself, a bit surprised at the peek into the blonde’s past. Especially since this time, there was nothing sexual going on, until I see a sparkle in the blonde’s eyes as she winks at me.
AnnaBelle only shudders when she smells hers, but plugs her nose and downs it. Lisa drinks hers at the same time, but she smiles dreamily as she does so.
The smile soon vanishes as both women begin to grasp at their throats, making choking noises.
“He poisoned them!” I exclaim, worried that this is the mistake I might make.
“No,” Angela shouts, “the potion lets them breathe underwater, but it takes away their ability to breathe normal air.”
“You just think to say this now?” I grumble, knowing that the succubus hadn’t meant any harm.
Angela looks abashed as she tries to open the passenger door from the back seat, but with AnnaBelle turning blue against it, she can’t reach the handle.
Leaning across the older woman, I hit the lever, and she begins to fall back. I only have a second to gasp at the amount of water around us, before AnnaBelle’s hands grip my shirt, pulling me after her.
We land with a splash, and already I can feel water filling my lungs. I can’t breathe! Marchosias had been wrong. I needed the potion too. Gasping, I flail about, trying to get back to the surface, but I never learned how to properly swim. It’s been decades since the last time I was actually in water above my knees, not counting when I was a dragon. My actions are counter-productive as I lift my legs in an attempt to kick, while my arms waive uselessly. My lungs burn, crying out for air, and even though I can see the rain splattering down on the surface above me, I know I won’t reach it before I black out.
Firm hands grip me, and for a second I think it’s the water finally claiming me after all these years, until I see Lisa’s worried eyes in front of me.
Why is she worried? The thought flits through my panicked brain. She’s in the water now, and can breathe.
Somehow these thoughts are like a reset switch, and my mind calms down as I open my mouth, and fill my lungs. Air doesn’t flow in, but the water feels just as good as I take another watery breath. The sensation of something thicker than air filling my lungs is a whole new experience, and I focus on that thought rather than the water surrounding me, to keep calm and sane.
Lisa has a hold of my shoulders, and she�
�s looking deep into my eyes. “Angela needs you,” she says, and despite the water, I seem to be able to hear her just fine. I also notice bubbles popping out of gills on her neck. Knowing what I’m feeling, I wonder what that must feel like to her. I truly hope it didn’t hurt her.
With her and AnnaBelle’s help, I make it up to the surface, and spit out the water in my lungs, before I can talk to the succubus.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, seeing Angela is sitting in the passenger’s seat, her pretty feet dipping into the water.
“Were you just going to leave me behind?” She asks, arching one dark eyebrow.
“I can’t swim,” I remind her. “Come on, let’s go.”
“I can’t yet,” she tells me, and I realize what the holdup is. With the help of the other two women, I make it over to the car. I pull myself up to her level. Bringing my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply, sending the image of her as a mermaid, then wrap my arms around her, and fall back into the water.
She tries to yelp as the water surrounds us, but I don’t release our kiss. The succubus is still able to push me away, and I smile as I watch her look at her tail, and then at her naked chest.
Angela easily swims back up to me, and puts on the most demure look I’ve ever seen. “Is this how my mastah likes his slave?” she asks in an accent that sounds authentic. For some reason it rubs me the wrong way. I have no problem playing master and slave, heck I’d done it a couple times with Sheila, my boss, but knowing that Angelica had actually been a slave, takes on a whole different connotation.
“No,” I state firmly, my own voice sounding weird in the water. “This is how I want my dear friend.” The corners of her mouth turn down for a second as I call her a dear friend, and I realize she took it the wrong way, but I don’t know what else to say.
Seeing how easy it is for her to move around the water with her tail, I concentrate, and try to form my own legs into one, but it doesn’t work. What the heck? I can breathe underwater thanks to my time with Brooke, but I can’t make a fish’s tail? Hmm, would a dragon’s tail work? A couple seconds and a bit of a drain on my system later, my tailbone feels heavy. I give it a shake, and feel myself propelled through the water.