“That’s a relief. But…I didn’t mean to do this, Athene. I was just picturing you up there, next to me, floating like I am—only without the silk holding you up.”
“Wow. I mean, Terra, you’ve grown so much while we’ve been apart. I think your magical abilities are stronger than mine, now. Maybe even much stronger.”
“Really?” Terra couldn’t help letting her voice—and face—show the joy she felt upon hearing those words. It wasn’t that she wanted to be more powerful than her girlfriend; it was just that, after all these years of being so magically ungifted, growing in the opposite direction—far in the opposite direction—felt incredible. No, more than incredible. It felt, to use a silly word (but one that fit exceptionally well), magical.
But that thought was soon replaced with a few far more sexually themed ones, as her girlfriend’s levitating body settled down atop hers. It was then, also, that the silk dildo began to slip inside her slick, more-than-ready cunt. The silk dildo was the softest thing she’d ever felt inside herself; it met her flesh with the gentlest and most delicate kind of pressure, the gentlest and most delicate of touches. It was gentle, yes, but the sensations it caused still gave her reason to arch her back a little and gasp as its width and length spread her open, as it pushed its way deep inside her, deeper still, until it was all the way in. And then the caresses began, with each small, flowing movement inside her coming from every single bit of the silk dildo’s rigid—yet, also, surprisingly pliant—surface. It began to massage the best spot inside her, then—her G-spot—rolling and tumbling and pressing its silken cloth against it, causing little tremors of pleasure and warmth to roll back and forth throughout her entire cunt, and even her torso.
She was so lost in the dildo’s actions that it took her a few minutes to notice that the silk holding her midair had ceased to stay still. Instead, now it rippled across her skin, massaging it and kissing it with the push and pull of its fabric. The silk continued to brush her flesh as Athene leaned down and kissed her, too, her lips meeting Terra’s as the hips that the dildo was attached to began to roll and rock. Athene’s moves brought the dildo into motion, its silk girth sliding in and out of her, in and out and, yes, always massaging her G-spot. Then it began to rub against her clit, too, which almost sent her over the edge. But she (barely) managed to hold out. She wanted this pleasure, and this time with Athene’s body, above her…touching her…fucking her…she wanted it to last. Maybe not the four hours she’d joked about, but a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, oh, no, no, no.
A strip of the silk reached back as she thought this, and it ran its length against her asshole, swirling around it like a tongue might, only even softer, even gentler, almost a tickle of pressure, and always just the right amount of pressure, too. She only hoped that Athene was feeling just as much pleasure as she was in these moments.
Or, maybe, fingers crossed, even more.
Terra knew then, without looking (because her eyes were shut tight) that the silk had taken over now. She knew, somehow, just knew, that it was fucking her instead of Athene’s hips and body doing the work. And somehow, she knew that some of it was fucking Athene’s cunt now, too, sliding in and out of her as well. She just knew it all, without a doubt, and perhaps she knew it because, just as she had made Athene fly with only a few thoughts, she also must have used her magical abilities to make the silk move to her will, also with just the slightest of thoughts. It seemed like it was moving to her will, right now, as it slid in and out of Athene and touched her body in, apparently (and luckily), all the right spots. Just as it was doing to each and every inch of her own pleasure-filled skin.
The thrusts of the silk sped up, and more and more strips of silk slid across their naked bodies, dancing across their skin. Each strip pressed or flicked against all of their most sensitive parts—their nipples, their cunts, their asses and clitorises. The silk’s lovely movements also touched their two lower openings, the two that, in particular, were always capable of feeling the utmost pleasure. They were still kissing, though, even throughout all of this. And it was the kissing, Terra thought…yes, the kissing, and not the silk’s touches, or its thrusts, that brought her the most pleasure. Because while the silk may have felt good…wonderful…and amazing…each kiss from Athene felt infinitely better. And because each press of Athene’s lips against her own made love flow into her body, love that was the ultimate pleasure of them all. It was the thing she was aware of the most in these delicious passing minutes.
And Terra almost missed her release and her orgasm’s beginning. She was just so completely lost in the feeling of Athene’s lips. But as she came, and as Athene did, too, they joined their lips into one last kiss, each pair of lips locked tight against the other, a kiss that felt like it lasted days, or years, perhaps; a kiss that lasted until Terra’s orgasm finally subsided; a kiss that lasted until the firmness of the bed’s mattress pressed against her back once more.
The silk tethers slowly slipped off her body, floating back to their previous locations around the bed, and she relaxed into the mattress, relaxed against Athene’s perfect, lovely body, and soon she was fast asleep.
Chapter Twenty
When Terra next opened her eyes, a face was looking down at her, a face that was not Athene’s.
“Fuck!” She shot into an upright position and did her best to take in her surroundings as quickly as possible. She was still on the bed from the night before, but there was no tent around her, and she was completely naked. A few feet from the bed sat her car, and standing all around her bed were women dressed in flowered dresses and aprons. None of them looked like they were more than three feet in height, and all of them had short, black hair, over-sized feet and hands, and looks of concern on their round, chubby faces.
“Where am I, who the fuck are all of you, and where’s my girlfriend?”
The woman closest to her was the first to speak. “You are in Herdwicke, our home, and we welcome you here, traveler. We are some of the Hoomes, and we request that you stay with us for a while.”
Then Terra finally remembered that yep, she was still stark naked. She blushed a little and pulled her knees to her chest, trying to hide what all these petite women had already obviously seen. None of them seemed the least bit offended by her nudity, but she still rushed to put on the underwear and clothes, consisting of a pair of pale-gray slacks and a white, flowered blouse, which happened to be lying on the bed. They could have been enchanted and able to suck the very life out of her, but right now all she cared about was getting her body covered and out of the view of whoever—and whatever—these “Hoomes” happened to be.
“So,” she said as she finished buttoning her shirt, “how did I wind up here?”
“We don’t know, but we do know that it seems as if it’s been awhile since you’ve bathed.” The woman who said this scrunched up her tiny face as she spoke, and Terra felt the flush returning to her face.
The time to be discreet was long past, so she sniffed her armpit, her own face scrunching up as the scent hit her nostrils. “Damn, I smell way too ripe.” Terra didn’t know how she had managed to reach this state of ripeness. Maybe it had been the heat of the desert? The lovely sex she’d had with Athene the night before, sex that could have made her work up a sweat?
She looked at the woman who’d mentioned her eau de stink and asked her, “Do you have anywhere I can bathe? I doubt your showers would be big enough for me.” If they even had them, she thought, because who knew how technologically advanced Hoomes happened to be? She had noticed a well only a few feet away from her, so maybe they didn’t even have electricity. They were sure to have one thing, though—magic.
Two of the women came forward and helped her off the bed. “We do indeed,” said the one holding her left hand, and for a second Terra thought the woman had read her mind. But she wasn’t talking about magic. “We bathe in some pools not far from here, pools surrounded by lavender and flowering ivy. They are especially beautiful, the ivy-flowers,
and smell like heaven itself.”
“That sounds much better than a shower.” Then, she thought to add, “I hope I’ll have a little privacy while I’m there?”
“I’ll be happy to provide some. I have no interest in seeing you completely naked…again.” That was Onyx, who thankfully had made it here with her.
“Of course I wouldn’t dare to disgust you with my naked body, my dear little kitty.” Terra patted him on the head.
“You can patronize me as much as you want, just as long as I don’t have to bathe with you.”
The two women who had helped her off the bed led her down a path lined with trees and a large number of tiny, one-story houses, the perfect size for these Hoomes, but Terra couldn’t go inside any of them. They were the perfect size for Onyx but not even close to the right size for her five-nine frame. She’d spent her life feeling tall for a woman, but here she felt like a giant.
About a five-minute walk from their village, they came to the pools the women had told her about. The water looked like it had traveled there straight from the tropics, a clear, beautiful aquamarine that glimmered and sparkled in the sunlight. Surrounding the pools—there were five, Terra saw—were the lavender and flowering ivy the women had spoken of, the ivy growing up the foot-high bamboo fence that surrounded the water. Onyx had followed them there, but he settled down on the other side of the fence, content in cleaning himself the cat way instead of the human way. Terra wasn’t jealous of him in that moment, though, as she stared longingly at the beautiful and very inviting pools of gorgeous water.
“I’ll get some privacy, right?” she asked the crowd of women.
“Of course,” said a Hoome with kind, smiling eyes and graying hair. But that Hoome almost looked a little nervous, too, Terra thought, or maybe regretful. She was so drawn to the pools, though, and so excited at the thought of sliding her filthy, naked body into one of them that she decided to ignore the woman’s possible signs of worry. She ignored the looks of nervousness and regret on the rest of their faces, too. Instead, she gazed with a silly smile at the water and waited slightly impatiently for the women to leave. One of them laid a towel by the pool, and another put down a sea-green dish with a few small bars of pale-pink soap in it. Then they all returned the way they’d come, and Terra didn’t wait a second before she stripped off her clothes and waded into the water.
It was the perfect temperature, and she found a hollow in the pool’s rock sides just the right size for her butt. She closed her eyes and felt herself practically melting against her seat. I’m just closing them for a moment, she thought. Just a moment.
But that moment stretched out for much longer than she intended, and soon, she was dreaming.
Her dreams held images of Athene, and Athene was trying to tell her something, something that Terra knew was very, very important. But what was she trying to say? She couldn’t quite make it out—it was too quiet, almost mumbled. Something like “For drawing,” or “You’re drawning,” or…what was it? She kept asking Athene to say it more clearly, but then Athene slowly faded from her dream.
Then she was dreaming of a tiger, but it was a small tiger, small and pale, with gray fur and white stripes. The tiger looked familiar somehow, and it was swimming toward her, out in the tropics, and then it reached her and sunk its claws and teeth into her skin.
“Ouch! Motherfucker! Fucking fuck!” Terra shot out of her dreams and shot out of the water, too. She looked down. Dark-red scratches were on her upper chest, and a pale blur of cat was rushing away from her and back to the water’s edge.
“You’ve got to get out of the water!” the cat-blur yelled at Terra. “It’s enchanted, the women enchanted it! Get out!”
“How…how do you know that?” But instead of waiting for an answer, she followed his advice, because the cat-blur, otherwise known as Onyx, seemed to truly believe what he was yelling at her. He must have believed it, to have scratched her chest like that—and to have tainted himself by touching a naked human woman. She got out of the pool in record time, her body cold and wet and her mouth full of questions. “What happened, Onyx? Tell me, please!”
Onyx shook himself from head to rear. “I went back to the village when I was done grooming myself, and all the women were gone—indoors, it seemed. But one of the houses had an open window, and I overheard two of the Hoomes. They were talking about a horned man who had threatened them with fire, and he’d told them they had to do away with you or he would burn their homes to the ground and then kill each and every one of them. After that, they started talking about what they were going to do to get rid of me, and so I rushed back here, to wake you up and get you to burn rubber. Oops, please excuse my choice of words.”
While Onyx had been talking, Terra had gotten dressed again, not bothering to dry herself. She wasn’t too happy about the fact that, in order to get to her car, she would have to go back through to the Hoomes’ town, a town full of women who had tried to kill her.
She scooped Onyx up into her arms—they would be able to move faster that way—and rushed back down the path. She was pissed, mightily pissed, and a not-so-small part of her wanted vengeance.
But when she reached the village, a few women were standing outside their homes and weeping. They didn’t seem to notice her right away, and the one in the middle of them was speaking. It was the woman with the graying hair, and as Terra stood there and watched, she wrapped an arm around each of the other women. “Yes, I know, I know, my dears,” she was saying. “We did not want to kill her, but we had to protect ourselves. There was no other way.”
Terra’s anger dissolved into nothing at those words, and she cleared her throat. The women jumped at the sound, and they all spun around to face her. The Hoomes shared a few very nervous glances with one another, but Terra had just come up with a plan. Hopefully, after she shared it with them, they wouldn’t have to be afraid any longer. “I think I might have a solution to the horned man’s threat,” she said.
“W-what is it?” The woman with the gray hair shook a little as she asked this, but Terra’s voice was calm, and as she told them what she thought she could do for them, each of the tiny women’s faces slowly changed from terror to apprehension, which finally faded to slight, hesitant smiles.
“You really think you can duplicate it?” asked the shortest of the three women.
“I’m not certain yet, but yeah, I’m pretty sure I can.”
About twenty minutes later, each of the women was wearing a miniature version of Terra’s magic jacket. She felt a little nervous giving it up, but she couldn’t just leave these women here to die, no matter what they’d done to her. She understood how afraid they were of this monstrous man. After all, she’d come face-to-face with him, and she couldn’t deny her own fear of him.
As she got into her car with Onyx and drove off, she couldn’t help thinking about the horned man, and whether she would see him again. More like when she would see him. She really, really didn’t want to go up against someone as powerful as he seemed to be.
But a part of her thought that if she did have to battle him, now that she had all this magic inside her, that maybe, just maybe, she would win.
Chapter Twenty-one
As she drove down the road from the village of the Hoomes, she hummed the song they’d taught her right before she’d left. They’d said to sing it if she ever needed their help, and they would come to her aid. She didn’t want to endanger them again, so she’d decided exactly when and where she’d use the song. Her plan didn’t include any danger or threat, unless you included a bit—a fair bit—of anxiety and nervousness from her and Athene.
Now a ways down the road, she couldn’t help thinking of the man who had threatened first her and the forest folk, and then the Hoomes. She just wanted to complete the last part of the quest and get back home to Athene, and she hoped to avoid coming face-to-face with that evil bastard for the second time.
She came to an on-ramp for a freeway, but she quickly realized it was
n’t an ordinary freeway, as when she reached it and got ready to merge, she saw that she was merging into a lane not filled with cars, but chariots! Horses of many different colors pulled them, and the horses looked like they were made out of jewels, sparkling and glinting in the sun. The chariots didn’t look like they were cheap either, all of them either gold or silver in color. Men and women in long, black robes cracked whips against the jewel-horses, urging them on with each loud snap of their whips’ tip.
And then, something slightly less dazzling happened. About a hundred feet past the on-ramp, Terra’s car dropped onto the pavement. She watched with supreme disappointment as her tires “deflated,” the water she’d made them with flowing out and away from where it belonged, then splashing against the side of a chariot that was quickly passing her in the next lane.
The chariot that had been behind her backed up a little and moved to her side, but instead of rushing right on by and ignoring her, it stopped, and a man with a shaved head and rather large, shockingly orange eyes climbed down from his ride and walked over to her car.
“I see your chariot has stopped moving. Do you need a ride?”
Terra didn’t know whether she could trust him, but did she really have a choice? No, she realized, she did not, and so she took her bag out of the backseat of the now-useless car and got out of it, Onyx following her.
“Thank you, whatever your name is.”
He helped her climb up next to him, and she secured her bag over her shoulder, placing Onyx inside. “Sorry, kitty, but I think you’re safest in here.”
“Fine.” He didn’t sound like he thought it was fine, but they both knew he didn’t really have a choice, either, unless he liked the idea of being trampled to death or crushed under a chariot—or both.
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