by J G Jerome
I hug her with my left arm and kiss her. “I need to police weapons and ensure there’s nothing in the cars to implicate you or Trina.” She nods.
Trina hands me a pair of latex gloves and a bag. I make a quick tour of all the vehicles and all the pockets of the corpses. I wipe down the helmets of the bikers to ensure I didn’t leave any fingerprints on them during the battles. I take a chance on the leathers - you can lift prints from them, but it’s tricky at best.
I put the sword and bag of weapons in the back of our SUV. I hold the dagger and look at it. I hear the voice, ‘Tell it what form you are most comfortable with.” That’s strange, I don’t care who you are.
Alright, let’s give it a try. ‘4½” blade lock back with a clip and a gravity assist nub.” I watch in amazement as the blade transforms. ‘Clip on the other end.’ I watch as the clip absorbs into the handle of the blade and then appears on the other end. Creepy. That’s when I notice the wide band around my wrist. ‘Oh shit. Another one.’
I envision it as I first saw it, as a green gauntlet. It flows over my hand and up my forearm. I flex the glove and turn it over. I envision it in my mind’s eye as a Celtic knotted cord around my wrist. Then I watch it transform. ‘Inconceivable!’
I slide the lockback into my back right pocket, making sure the clip is engaged. Then I close the hatch of our SUV.
I walk up to where Trina is standing inside the driver door looking out on the field of corpses. I slide my arms around her waist and give her squeeze. “Thank you for your help,” I whisper into her ear.
“You’re welcome.” She puts her hands on mine and squeezes them in return. She pushes back into me, pulling my arms tighter around her. “I never get used to the killing,” she says.
I respond, “I hope you never do. Can you get us out of here?” She nods. I squeeze her gently one more time and release her. She mounts up and closes the door.
I walk around the SUV to Myra. I use my hands to turn her away from the field of destruction and pull her to me. “Hello my beautiful Princess.” I kiss her forehead gently. She wraps her arms around me. I tell her, “If you want to leave this all behind, we will. I will take you, and we will run.”
She shakes her head. “It wouldn’t matter. We could be careful, but we are the court of Air and Darkness. If I spoke my true name in air, they would find me. If I spoke it in shadow, they could catch me. For now, it’s better if I cooperate. My mother incentivizes me with small moments of freedom. In those times I will belong to you and Trina.”
“As you wish.”
“You and your damned Princess Bride,” she murmurs as the beginning of a smile appears..
I chuckle, “I wasn’t sure you were picking up on those.”
Her smile grows slightly. “I saw you putting the moves on Trina.”
“Hah! You’ve seen my moves. Did it really look like I was putting them on her?”
“She’s going to fall for you yet.”
“For you, I will suffer through it, my Love. Let’s get you safely to your compound, Beloved.”
She wraps me in a kiss, and then says, “Okay.”
We walk hand-in-hand back to the SUV.
Once we’re all buckled in, Trina twists something in her hands and throws it out the window. Then we carefully make our way to the highway and drive up to Sedona.
Myra asks, “Jack, will you hold me?” I look and I see her eyes are damp again.
“As soon as we’re back on the highway.”
Trina adds, “Just a minute, Darling. Be strong for me.” Myra nods, shivering in her seat.
Trina drives slowly over the unpaved ground to get around the SUVs that followed us in. She pulls back onto the pavement and edges up to the highway entrance. Looking left, then right, and then back left as she pulls out quickly with a “Here we go darlings.”
“‘Hmmm….Freudian slip,” I smile catching Trina’s eyes in the mirror.
“Ass,” she says with a smile.
I reach over and unbuckle Myra’s belt. She literally jumps into my lap. I catch her back with my left arm as she settles across my legs. She buries her face on the left side of my neck as she wraps her arms around my neck, sobbing quietly.
I hold her for a moment and then ask, “What’s the problem, Myra? You’re safe. They can’t hurt you.”
She laid her head on my shoulder, “It was worse then I imagined. The one I was talking to was second in line for the throne of Light and Illusion, Prince Corwyn. His sister would appoint a new lady before ever recognizing him as heir. He gleefully told me his plan. They were taking me to a retreat in Ireland where he would bind me permanently to a bed and fuck me repeatedly until I turned pregnant. They planned to keep me bound until I delivered and then murder me - giving the baby to a wet nurse. He would then tell my mother that I died in childbirth. So long as the baby survived and they killed me before the afterbirth cleared, it wouldn’t strictly be a lie. Then he would claim the baby was the legitimate heir to throne of Air and Darkness. Once the claim was certified, he would murder my mother and rule as regent. It would be tricky to time right because my mother could just declare a new heir at the moment of my death, but he claimed he had enough support in our court to convince her to recognize the child.”
“Thorns and ash, Myra. You have to tell the Queen.”
“I know, Trina. I will, but she will punish me for killing Corwyn regardless because it will cause more strife between the courts. She’s become almost more fixated with maintaining good relations with the golden bitch than building relationships within her own court.”
“I don’t know. My information says that everyone in Summer hated him anyway. Maybe they’ll put you up for Queen of Light and Illusion,” says Trina.
Myra smirks as I continue to hold her close. She burrows deeply into my embrace, and murmurs, “I could really use some life-affirming action right now, Jack.”
Trina quips, “I heard that, Myra. Honestly, there isn’t enough time for road sex, Honey. We’re just about to enter Sedona city limits.”
I ask, “You really need some touch, Myra?
She looks me in the eye, “I really could use to carry your love with me as my freshest memory instead of all that stuff back there.”
“Are you up for something familiar paired with something different?”
“With you? Of course.”
“Hey Trina, there’s a Safeway on the left up ahead. Pull into the parking lot, and look for a spot that is as isolated as possible,” as I reach for the tie-on Myra’s dress. I hear an “OK” from the front seat.
I pull her dress open and reach in to caress her lovely breasts. Myra sighs into my neck. She starts nibbling on my neck gently.
Trina pulls into the parking lot and finds a perfect spot with some shade and sparse cars nearby. She shuts off the car and opens her door saying, “I’ll get coffee to give you two some alone time.”
“Trina wait.” I catch her on the edge of the seat. “Please sit back down and close the door. I need your help.” She gives me an impenetrable gaze and slowly follows my instructions. Then she locks the door and turns around to look back over the console.
“Myra, please scoot off my lap for a minute.” She does, and then I quickly pull off my car coat. I roll it inside out and lay it down on the console.
“OK, Myra this will be a little tight, but I want you to recline on the console facing toward Trina. Leave your dress as it is.” She throws me a quizzical smile.
Trina picks up on where I’m going; so, she shoves the steering column all the way up and in.
She moves into position, and I decide that it may be too tight. “Hmm. We need to adjust a little, ladies.” Then Trina pulls Myra into her arms.
“Trina, keep your right arm available.”
“All good.”
I gather the train of Myra’s dress and lay it across her abs to get it out of the way. Then I put a towel on the seat in front of where Myra’s bum is pointing as it hangs in the gap between
seats. Her legs are splayed and her heels are on the back of the seat.
Trina is keeping Myra’s attention with repeated kisses and caresses of her breasts.
“Trina, you’re a natural. Now it’s time for my part.”
Trina interrupts her kiss, “You’ll never get in there to fuck her like that.” Both of them look perplexed.
“We don’t have time to do this right, but we can still do it well. Trina, be careful. Her screams are loud….oh, and be careful when she starts bucking.”
I take a sip of water, and then push about three gobs of spit onto the fingers of my right hand. I rub this up and down the seam of Myra’s labia. Her breath gasps between kisses from Trina, who is gently caressing the underside of Myra’s left breast, and occasionally tweaking her nipple.
Myra’s labia part to reveal the dark red petals underneath. I wet my fingers again, and stoke her petals, and then slide up to rub her clit. I pinch the hood back with my left hand fingers while I wet the right. I give her clit continued attention until Myra escalates to spastic whimpers. Now I give her petals a gentle pinch and then rub my hand downward until my hand is cupping her entire sex. I push the right index gently into her as I start rubbing the left index finger and thumb in circles with her clit hood in the middle. Occasionally the throbbing swollen button gets a stroke from the right thumb or my tongue, but I keep rubbing and pinching closer to her body causing her clitoris to get darker by the moment. Her hips are starting to squirm. I cross my right index finger over my ring finger and press them into her moist opening.
“Myra honey, I think you’re enjoying all the attention.”
“Goddess yes,” she blurts as I hilt the two fingers.
“Myra, do you remember what happened when Little Jack took a break last night?”
“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!”
“You have about a minute of consciousness left. Any last words, Beloved?” I begin the come-hither motion with my fingers before inching them out to get in position.
“NNNnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnNNNNNNN!” … “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa”
Trina traps her screams with her mouth as I pull my hand out in front of the gusher. The back seat is soaked immediately. I rub my right hand over her clit rapidly, still holding the hood with the left. Then she erupts again with a loud keening whine.
“Trina! Pinch her nipple hard!”
I think Trina is mesmerized by the powerful gushes coming from our lover, but she gives a sharp twisting pull as I keep rubbing Myra’s clit. Our efforts are rewarded with another gush.
Myra pulls Trina’s head down, so she can scream into her mouth again. Trina successfully catches all but the very beginning.
I stick my index and middle fingers back into Myra’s opening. I pump them in and out twice, which yields a small waterfall as a reward. I just let them rest there, enjoying the feel of her spasming walls around my fingers while Little Jack reminds me how much help he could be in this scenario. I encourage him to take a nap.
Myra is now laying in Trina’s embrace, gasping to catch her breath. Her eyes are devouring me. I raise the soaked digits and pop them in my mouth. I slurp them as I pull them out, locking eyes with Myra the whole time. I dip my fingers again, and then extend them to Myra. She repeats my performance. I dip them again and offer them to Trina, my eyes still locked with Myra. I feel a new warm mouth around them, and then I pop them out. I feel a vice-grip on my wrist, causing me to break my stare-out with Myra.
Trina has my wrist in both hands as she licks my hand from her grip to the tips of my fingers. She thoroughly cleans every bit of fluid from my hand, and then looks at me. She releases my wrist and says, “Please sir, may I have some more?” She keeps her serious “Oliver Twist” face as I load another portion and serve it to her. Myra and I are both absorbed watching her relish her second treat.
When she finally releases me, Myra sits up a little more and wraps her in a hug with a big kiss.
I say, “Now that is a Kodak moment!” They both turn to look at me. Myra says, “take it.”
I dig out my phone and do just that. After putting it away, I wipe up the seats and give my jeans a quick scrub. Then I reach for Myra and help extract her from the console without damaging her dress. She straightens the skirt and starts to wrap and tie it. “Not yet, Darling. We need one more picture. Trina, would you help me? I’m shit at selfies.”
She shrugs and says “sure” as she takes the phone. I pull Myra close and ensure that her nipples are framed by her dress. Then I press my face against hers, and Trina snaps the pic.
Myra says, “Lemme see!”
Trina gives me the phone saying, “I think it’s a keeper.”
I look at it and agree. Myra says, “It’s only focused on my tits!” Trina and I both respond, “Perfect!” Then Trina giggles and turns to get the SUV started.
Myra whispers to me in awe, “Trina doesn’t giggle.”
“I didn’t giggle,” is Trina’s defiant growl. Then she giggles again and gets us back on the road.
I help Myra get sorted and ask her, “Do you think Erica would like that picture of us?”
“Oooo! I bet she would love it. Send it to her.”
So I queue up the pic to send and add ‘Wishing you were here!’ Myra laughs when she sees that, and off it flies into the ether.
“Better mood now,” I ask.
“Much,” she says as she snuggles under my arm. “Gimme,” she reaches for the phone. She opens the one of the two ladies, and sends it via text to a number she keys in. The note with it says, ‘Jack’s phone. Thank you for being there for me. I love you so much. - M.’
She returns my phone to me, and we cuddle some more.
“Hey darlings, please put on your seat belts back there. We’re about to enter the dark castle.” After a pause, she adds, “Just kidding, Jack. There is no dark castle in Arizona.”
Chapter 11 - A Quiet Conversation
If you continue from the Safeway in Sedona northbound on 89A for another mile and take a left at the bank, you are heading north on Soldier Pass Road. Continue for about another mile, you come to Moonlight drive. Just before the end of Moonlight Drive, you’ll arrive at #151. There is a long driveway, and depending on where the sun is and how committed you are, you may see glimpses among the trees of a large concrete building.
This is the compound of the Winter Court of the Fae in Arizona.
I say to Myra as Trina pulls into the property, “Come to think of it, I would have thought the Winter Court would be in Flagstaff or the White Mountains.”
“We have properties near the winter resorts in both areas, plus another small lodge like this near Patagonia.”
She looks at me sternly for a moment. I make a ‘lock my lips’ motion followed by the ‘throw away the key’ motion.
She nods and then continues, “We tried to establish in the White Mountains back when western civilization tried to move out here, but we discovered the same thing the human government did. Namely ‘don’t fuck with the Apache on their home turf.’ We learned about guerilla warfare from them the hard way. Later, Sedona Miller married T.C. Schnebly and moved out here to Oak Creek. That’s important because the Miller family were Sidhe.”
“Wow! Sedona Schnebly is Arizona royalty!”
We pull into the drive and travel about ⅓ of a mile to turn off to the side before halting in front of a 4-car garage. One of the bay doors opens, and Trina backs into the two-vehicle-deep bay.
“Look at the old pictures. You can see it in her eyes. Regardless, the Millers were fed up with the constant juvenile shit that we always do; so, they pretty much ignored both Faerie courts. You could get away with that in Missouri in the 1800s. As a result, as the Millers grew to form friendships with Sidhe and lesser-fey from both courts. Sedona joined T.C. and built a home in Arizona. My mother was the Winter Lady, the heir to the court, at the time, and she was exhausted from playing politics and taking it in the ass from the Apache plus other issues ongoing at the time.
So she took a holiday for a couple of weeks to visit her old friend Sedona. One night as they were visiting, Sedona looked at mother and said, “Why don’t you give up the White Mountains? Why not build your court’s western manse here? Don’t even grow a sith, just build a big ranch house here and blend in. So that’s what we did.”
Myra grabs my hand. “I have to go, Jack. I’m going to be arranging meetings, brokering agreements, and quite honestly I will get the same treatment Corwyn intended for me from as many of our own court as my mother can convince. I need you to believe that I don’t choose this.”
“Myra, I firmly believe that I don’t get a say in what you do with your body or who you give it to. I don’t like how they treat you like a mindless broodmare, and I don’t like that you choose to tolerate it. That said, I know that you and I have something special. I know you and Trina have something similar. I know that you pushing me to her is a sign of your love for me and for her. I don’t like leaving you here, but I will go because you ask me to. And I will leave in the hope that I can hold you to me again soon.”
“Eyes are watching, Jack. Know I want one more embrace, but it might put you in danger. I’m trying to keep you off their radar. Bye for now, Beloved.”
She squeezes my hand and gets out. Trina looks back over the console, “Stay in the car if you can, Jack. If it becomes untenable, do that enthralled minion act you pulled on the asshats earlier. I expect this to take an hour to get her set and do the report on the asshats. Don’t call anyone because they will listen. Hopefully, this won’t fuck your plans worse.”
“Yes ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” I sit back in my seat. I drop my hands to my lap, straighten my spine, and hold my head in a neutral position. Breathing deeply, I meditate for 100 breaths.
Feeling much calmer, I decide to put the time to good use. Guessing there may be ears around, I use my inner voice to talk to the other one.
‘Okay voice number two, let’s have a chat while we have a few moments alone.’
*Yes, Lord. What would you like to discuss?*