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The Dark Muse Ch. 01

By: Lost Boy



It was a cold winter day with freshly fallen snow outside. I awoke and fixed a pot of coffee, relieved my aching bladder and fired up the laptop all in that order. After I poured my first cup I got on the Internet to check my email. The usual crap was there, advertisements, a few jokes from friends and one marked urgent. The tag said it was from the University of Johannesburg, South Africa. I shivered involuntarily as I opened it and to my surprise I was being offered a fellowship to study archaeology with a Professor Wellington. I blinked hard a few times and when I saw who had underwritten the whole thing an unreal feeling came over me. What was a diamond cartel of such influence in the region and the world as a matter of fact doing offering me of all people a fellowship? Not that I wasn’t good at what I did for my age. I had restarted my entire life at the tender age of thirty, going back to school to study history and then changing my major to archaeology and antiquities. I would have been a fool to turn it down, but to be sure I called a friend at St. Louis University to ask about such a thing happening.

“Antiquities.” Came the neutral voice of my associate Jim Meadows.

“Hey Jim, its Roger got a question for you.” His voice took on a measure of life and interest.

“Roger, what’s up?”

“I just got an email saying I received a fellowship in South Africa.” Silence. “Jim?” The laughter came over the phone in waves when he could finally control himself he asked me the usual questions.

“Did you apply for one? Whose is the Professor? Hold on,” he said at last. “Well I’ll be damned.” The soft hush of his voice told me that the email was only the tip of things to come. “I just IM’d a friend of mine in Cairo and he got wind of this startling event yesterday, his time. By god man you’re going to Africa!”

“You mean back to Africa.” I muttered under my breath.

“Back, what do you mean back?” He asked sensing there was a story I hadn’t shared about my past.

“It’s a long story I’ll save for later.” Just then the doorbell rang. “Someone’s at the door gotta run.” I hung up and still dressed in robe and slippers answered it. I young man in his twenties was holding an envelope and an electronic clipboard.

“I have a registered letter for a Mr. Roger Sterling?”

“That would be me young man.” I signed for it and as I expected it was a letter from the University, making the offer for the fellowship official. My heart was pounding in my chest at the thought of going back. But that part of my life was over with and I had moved on. I opened and read the letter and in so many words left a number to confirm my acceptance, where I could expect to find my plane tickets and how to pack. It was after all summer there, I hated the cold perhaps this was an eerie godsend of some sort?

My plane left Lambert Airport at ten p.m. four days later. My apartment and all my belongings were being seen to by the University until my safe return. The stewardess approached me after takeoff and saw my white knuckles clinging to the armrest. 

“Would you like a drink sir, to calm your nerves?” I love first class! I nodded and made it a double shot of tequila. Three shots later the world looked so much better. At some point I staggered to the airplane’s bathroom to relieve my bladder. After flushing I looked in the mirror and saw the fifty-year ‘young’ man with dark hair and a goatee trimmed nicely. My violet eyes gazed back unblinking, ‘you are really going to do this’ I thought to myself. I splashed some cold water on my face wiped it and cleared my head. I adjusted my ponytail and returned to my seat. Shortly after my return a different stewardess gently tapped me and I looked up and she smiled.

“Do you need anything sir?” I shook my head. “May I ask a personal question?” She seemed nervous so I decided to put her at ease.

“From such a lovely young lady as yourself, anything!” She actually blushed and paused for a long awkward moment.

“Are they real?” My look of confusion prompted her to continue. “You eyes, are they contacts?” I laughed.

“They are real, my mother had them, and it is a trait from her side of the family. You can look at them if you want to.” She placed a hand on each armrest for balance and bent close to look in my eyes. Her own features filled my vision, her heart shaped face, hazel eyes that were upswept almond shaped with a cute button nose and very kissable lips. Instinct took over and my eyes drifted from hers to her cleavage now straining in her blouse. She blushed again and stood back erect she then gave me that ‘naughty boy’ look. And turned to return to her duties, my gaze locked on her swaying hips and her bubble butt. Yes this was going to be a most agreeable flight!

We chased the night and had a layover in Cairo. As I unpacked in my hotel room I noticed a slip of paper in the book I had been reading on the plane. In spidery handwriting an address in Old Town offered an entertaining time. After showering and changing into more comfortable clothing I hailed a taxi and found myself knocking on the door a half hour later. Kim, the hazel eyed blonde who had looked so deeply into my eyes now staggered quite intoxicated into my arms.

“Hey its you! You found our note!”

“Our?” I was drug in and found two other stewardess’ awaiting my arrival.

“This is the man with the angel eyes I was telling you about.” Kim staggered past and stood between the other two. The other blonde with green eyes and a very athletic figure, “This is Jane.” The red head with a stunning face and body smiled as she was introduced. “This is Moira.” I returned her smile and took the bottle offered and downed a healthy mouthful followed by cheers and the bottle began working its way between the four of us. I settled onto the queen-sized bed with my back against the headboard. 

“Thank you for inviting me to your little decompression party.” I said as Kim turned on her CD player and some band I had never heard of filled the room at an almost deafening volume. The girls began to dance their scantily clad bodies moving to the music. I simply sat back and watched taking a bottle as it was offered and taking small sips let them do all the damage they wanted to themselves. 

The girls were talking and there were secretive smiles amongst them and so as the volume was lowered to a more tolerable level the girls joined me on the bed. Kim crawled up and sat on my left, Jane on my right and Moira between my legs. I smiled as I felt hot breath on one ear and a warm tongue on my neck and a gentle massage of my inner thigh. I closed my eyes as the blondes began to work on my head and chest and quiet Moira slowly worked her way up, anticipation forming a swelling in my shorts. 

Kim cooed in my ear, “My aren’t we excited?” Then her lips found mine as Jane nibbled on my neck and Moira lightly traced my growing hardness. Kim and Jane took turns kissing me, the taste of their lips a mix of scotch and tequila. Moira wasn’t being idle; as the other two tasted my lips she had freed me and was licking up and down my length. I shivered as she raked her teeth along my sensitive skin. Kim and Jane noticing this grew more daring and soon what little clothing they wore went flying and they were pressing flesh against me moaning for my full attention. My hands groped and caressed as my lips nibbled and suckled their tender young flesh. Jane sat on my chest naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat; she was pinching her nipples and staring intently at me.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.” 

The echo of those words brought back a memory of a fierce storm with sheets of rain and gusts of wind that threatened to lift us away. The world was black and gray and was visible only during the brief flashes of lightning. We had been drunk and foolish to leave the encampment during a storm warning. But I was much younger then and would have dared more to be with her. She led the way through the water and wind and jungle to an outcropping of stone. She wiggled through a crack between two monoliths and when I had transversed it myself I was scratched and bloody, my shirt shredded by the sharp stone. The storm seemed to fade as she once again took my hand and led me down a straight avenue lined with dark glittering stone. My eyes had now fully adjusted to the dark and her eyes were bright, almost feverish in that place. She stopped suddenly and said, “You have the most beautiful eyes.” 

Moira and Kim were taking turns tasting me, taking me into their mouths and bobbing their heads up and down on my length. As that vision of the past reasserted itself and I was drug down the gauntlet of stone to the steps. They were huge things ceremonial no doubt because of their size. No human could have walked these steps one at a time. So she and I walked and jumped down the gentle spiral of that cyclopean staircase into the black maw in the African jungle. As we moved ever downward I noticed that the steps were dark and slimy etched with some sort of ancient pictographs. And as we moved on a story seemed to play out on the stonework. A great thing lived here once, it and its children. They had ruled uncounted years ago and here the pictures became quite graphic. This thing had mated with our ancestors to spawn new abominations on the earth. But something came from the stars and there was a great battle and It was locked away and its children destroyed or driven away.

We had reached the bottom of the stairs and the air was stifling hot for the depth we had achieved. She drug me forward once more to a great black door with more of the pictographs upon its great surface. Without looking she pushed open the monstrous thing and it swung soundlessly open. She took my wrist and led me past the door into a temple. The stones on the wall glittered giving off enough light to see shadowy hints of forms and textures. She seemed so excited for me to see all of this. In the center of the chamber was a statue of some elder god, it was all suggested by the sparse lighting. I walked around it as she undressed and began to press herself upon it.

Moira unable to wait any longer took me in hand and straddling me lowered herself with a slow agonizing slippery decent. I gasped as she settled her entire weight upon me. I was fully engulfed within her and she began to ride me up and down. Just as my beloved long ago had found a phallic outcropping of this stone god to pierce her body. She had turned to face me as she lowered and pressed herself upon the carved deity. She cooed at me to join her but the horror of the coupling was just too much. 

Moira’s pace slowly built moving a little faster as she rode my stone hard spike of flesh. The vision of past and present began to merge as Moira and my old love moved with the same hypnotic rhythm both calling out to me. Then there was the hint of movement from the old god, as I circled the thing the shadows seemed to shift just a little. I closed my eyes as Jane moved forward and lowered herself onto my face my hands resting on her butt as my lips moved in silent worship. I licked and nibbled at Jane as I had my lover in the past caught up in her blasphemous spell. As she rode the god I helped her, giving her more pleasure with hands and mouth as she neared her climax. I heard Moira’s orgasm as she cried out muffled and far away. Then I felt Kim take her place on my erection. She was not so patient and rode me hard and fast but I was so distant then. I could feel it but it seemed to be light-years away. 

I looked up and in that unholy light watched her ride the dead god as its wet glistening stone cock pierced and pleasured her. Her breathing was labored as she neared completion, her cries of ecstasy echoed off the millennium stones. Faster and faster she moved in the stygian tomb covered in sweat that beaded and fell onto me as I consorted with the dead thing to bring my lover the pleasure she required. Somewhere far away Kim cried out and Jane took her place moving slowly joined in the flesh I could not feel. The stones rumbled as my lover cried out a long piercing sound of pleasure and pain. She fell away from the idol and lay there on the stone floor glistening her hair matted to her head panting from her experience. She looked up at me, feral and primitive, like the humans in the pictographs who had mated with the god-thing so long ago. She smiled and crawled toward me the unholy light fully revealed in her gaze.

“Its your turn my love.” I backed away from her the smile gone from my lips a terror building within. My flesh was mine once again as Jane rode both of us to orgasm. I felt that pleasure that was too large for my body to contain. Her long slow deliberate thrusts down upon me and her hidden muscles squeezing as she moved up. I felt myself swelling within her she moved quicker now pounding up and down our flesh and breathing as one. I felt the cold stone move around me felt the probing of its tentacle flesh. Jane thrust down one last time as I erupted inside of her, I cried out as I came. 

The stewardess shook me awake as the dream broke over me.

“Sir are you ok, it was just a bad dream.” I blinked as I got my bearings and looked about me. I was in first class and the other passengers were looking at me concerned. I smiled weakly as the voice came over the intercom.

“Please fasten your seatbelts as we make our final approached to Johannesburg Airport thank you for flying...” 

My heart tripped in my chest as I felt another scream building in my throat. The look of panic must have been evident as the stewardess tried to calm me as she buckled me in. The sound of the seatbelt clicking rang in my head, it wasn’t just a dream this was the beginning.

The Dark Muse Ch. 02



March 1, 2003

The hot water cascaded down driving away the last vestiges of the nightmare aboard the plane. I desperately needed a good shower to help orientate and regain my focus. After the last fatigue had been driven away I shut off the water and reached for a towel one was dropped into my searching hand. I looked hoping the cute stewardess had followed me back to my room but no such luck. 

"Otomba, I should have known it was you." The aging black man smiled.

"Its good to see you too old friend." I dried off and wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the shower. We embraced and I looked at him, he was the same man I called friend all those years ago but he was old now. His hair was graying in a sporadic salt and pepper pattern. There were now crow's feet around his eyes and deep laugh lines etched into his ebony skin. But he stood tall and carried himself with the quiet air of nobility he had never lost.

"It is so good to see a friendly face." I said as I walked to the bedroom where my clothes were laid out for me. "I see you have been kind enough to lay out clothing for me after all these years." I dropped the towel and reached for my boxer briefs when I heard a gasp. I turned to see a woman covered in a bright silk dress; hues of blue and silver covered her from head to toe. "Oh I am so sorry." I heard Otomba laugh behind me.

"I didn't lay out anything, this is my daughter Ryoko." I managed to stumble into my underwear before addressing the mysterious offspring. 

"Ryoko, that doesn't sound Masai?" His rumbling laughter filled the room and was joined by the light carefree giggling from his daughter. "No my friend, Ryoko's mother was Japanese. She was an art student who came to study some time after you had left my homeland. "It is she you can thank for laying out your questionable choice for clothing. I will take you shopping for more appropriate things for your stay here." I continued dressing catching furtive glances at the covered figure sitting so quietly in the corner. 

Once dressed I walked over and bowed, "Thank you Ryoko I am grateful for your assistance." She offered a gloved hand for me to take and kiss. I lowered my head and kissed the silky material. I sneaked a peek under the head covering and saw the pale white skin beneath. She was albino! That explained all the body covering; she was very sensitive to any light but especially sunlight. Her face was exquisite, an unearthly blend of Masai and Asian ancestry. She smiled and then covered her face from my gaze. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to stare, and you are quite beautiful." I turned to her father, "Please forgive me old friend." 

Again the full bellied laughter, "No forgive me of not warning you she was in the room before you dropped your towel. Besides you are being honest she is quite striking and single." I looked up shocked and his eyes were full of tears of laughter. "It is not what you may think. It would be an honor for my dearest friend in the world to marry my only daughter."

"I am not sure her mother would agree." I said and the room quieted. "Did I say something wrong?" Otomba walked over and settled a hand on my shoulder.

"Ryoko's mother passed away three years ago. A common enough illness here, but her body could not fight off the infection." The look of shock must have been heart breaking for him to see. "Do not blame yourself, you could not have known. Besides you are practically family, come let us get some food in your belly and catch up on old times. Ryoko hasn't heard all the tales of the great and famous Roger Sterling." I rolled my eyes as we left my hotel room and headed out into town Otomba on one arm and Ryoko on the other. 

"This place hasn't changed a bit." I commented as I washed the last of my lunch down with a local beer. I kept sneaking glances at the covered face of my best friend's daughter.

"Have you spoken with the Professor yet?" Otomba's voice drew me back to the present.

"Briefly before I left the States. He seems like a likable fellow." The other snorted before he replied.

"As long as things go his way."

"You seem to know him quite well." I said watching his reaction.

"Well yes we have been working closely since the big discovery." His gaze wandered about nervously not meeting mine for longer than a few seconds.

"Yes all this secrecy about the big discovery." I laughed but his mood seemed to steal the humor right out of the air. "What is this all about? Professor Wellington was not real up front with any great details."

"I should say not." Otomba said a cold sweat covering his forehead now. I waited for more detail but he grew quieter. "I hope I was correct in suggesting you for this job."

"You? You were the one responsible for this fellowship offer?" He nodded and took a long hard pull from his mug. I sat there staring at the table when I felt the most gentle of touches of silk on the back on my hand. It was Ryoko's gloved fingers reaching out to me as if in forgiveness for her father's actions. Instinctively I lay my other hand atop hers and nodded. "Well I guess I should be grateful for the reunion and the chance for such a prestigious honor." Otomba brightened visibly and did not miss the contact between his daughter and I. He ordered another round and soon we were back in good spirits retelling old adventures from our shared youth. 

"Professor, Mr. Sterling to see you sir." I was let into the cavernous office of the world-renowned Professor Magnus Wellington. The room was decorated in rich dark woods; the walls lined in tall bookshelves and curio cabinets with artifacts behind ultraviolet glass. The tall broad shouldered man who rose to meet me didn't match the seventy-year-old archaeologist I expected to find. He met me halfway with ground eating strides and a handshake firm and strong. His hair was ghost white but his eyes were unclouded and shone brilliant in the fading light. 

"A drink Mr. Sterling?" His voice was strong with a deep bass quality.

"No thank you Professor, I had drinks at lunch with a dear old friend of mine." I sat in the chair he directed me to. He sighed a bit as he settled himself into a fine leather chair of his own. 

"Ah that would be Director Otomba, fine chap."

"Director?" I was getting used to being surprised at this point.

"Oh yes, been heading up the dig, coordinating all the legal snarls with the local tribes. Couldn't have gotten this far without him." He took a leather briefcase from behind his desk and handed it to me. "Everything you need to know is in there, very hush hush so mums the word." I took it and set it on the floor next to me. "You come highly recommended Roger, you don't mind if I call you Roger?" I shook my head as he continued. "Well as you will read in those papers this is a very unusual find. And security is very tight, very tight indeed. There will be a guard on that brief until it is returned to this office. And before you ask, all the findings have been triple checked for accuracy." He rose to his feet and I followed suit we shook and I retrieved the case and soon I was walking back to my hotel shadowed by an armed guard. As I closed the door to my room I kept thinking the briefcase should have been heavier somehow. Like the weight of the world was somehow contained in its leather confines.

I sat on my bed reading the various reports written in a dozen hands and the dizzying feeling kept growing and growing. The drawings and photographs stirred memories of a past long buried and forgotten until now. I returned the papers and photos to the briefcase and tired more in spirit than body rose to my feet pinched the bridge of my nose. I opened the door and handed the case to the guard, "I have learned all I need to know, for now." He nodded solemnly and without a word took the briefcase back to the professor. 

I closed the door and leaned heavily against it, groaning I decided I needed a break from these four walls. Some fresh air was desperately needed so gathering up a light jacket and my room key I headed out. The town was filled with night sounds as I stretched my legs. After a bit I caught the rhythmic sounds of music and let my feet guide me to inn's front door. I stepped in to a nearly packed house of local businessmen and students. In the far corner away from the center of attention I found a tiny table with a single chair. Musicians were playing a lively tune as a dancer moved to the music. Her dusky skin glistened with sweat from the exertion of the dance and the body heat of her audience and admirers pressed so closely around. She had long muscular legs and an ass to be admired and caressed. Her face heart shaped with almond eyes that flashed in the flickering electric lights. My eyes drifted to her heavy cleavage swaying with every movement almost hypnotic combined with the music and the sound of her feet striking the hard wood of the makeshift stage. 

An old woman brought a pitcher of water and two glasses.

"Will you require anything else?" I looked at the two glasses and she simply smiled and left. The dance finished and the woman left the circle and walked over through the crowd to my table and poured two glasses of water. She lifted one glass and poured it over her head drenching her already wet costume. Shuddering from the cold contents she smiled then picked up the second glass and sipped it slowly. 

"Hi Roger."

"Hey Vivian, long time no see, what brings you around here?" She reached into a pouch attached to her waist and passed me the contents. I looked at the diamond necklace; it must be twenty carats at least. "Well that explains a lot." I handed it back and she placed it around her neck she looked like a princess. "Care for a seat?" She nodded and sat in my lap. I poured her another glass of water and saw that I was the envy of the Inn. "So besides the obvious why are you here?" 

"Dancing. I have been spending the past year studying with the various tribes sharing technique for technique. There are some pretty exotic moves I would be willing to show you later." She emphasized the last by grinding her butt into my crotch.

"Well…"

"He'll be busy." I turned to see Ryoko unveiled. Her pale skin and scarlet eyes staring hungrily into my own she was arrayed as before in blue and silver. But this time the scarves barely covered the naughty bits of her stunning body. I looked her over very obviously it was hard not to. Her mane of silvery white hair cascaded down to her lower back. Her face carried the best attributes of both parents, she had the upswept almond eyes of her mother, the delicate nose of her father the pale pink lips were tiny but full and well formed. Her high cheekbones and slightly pointed ears accentuated and gave that otherworldly appearance. Ryoko had a petite build but everything was long and tapered so delicately form but with a hint of underlying strength and for lack of a better word, sturdy. For her size and build she was nicely endowed with breasts that pressed nicely against their silken confinements. She smiled now; I assume my open mouth and Vivian's expression had a lot to do with it. 

"We could share." Vivian offered a wicked gleam in her eye.

"We can share." Ryoko agreed a wicked smile on her lips. "But for now he needs to be pampered and prepared for us." Ryoko waved over the matronly waitress and ordered food and whiskey. The men in the circle were murmuring a word over and over again.

"What are they saying?" I asked Vivian but it was Ryoko who answered.

"They are asking for me. They are calling for the Ghost Dancer. I'll be right back, this will be a prelude to later." She raced over and planted her hands on a man's shoulders and pushing off on him somersaulted over him and landed in the circle of men. The music began immediately and she began a feral erotic shake of her hips and breasts. Her feet beat the ground in time with the rhythm of the music. Each musician took a turn playing louder than the rest and she danced for him alone before returning to the middle of the circle. She moved with a sinuous snake-like motion of hips and spine undulating across the area teasing and enticing the men before her. Vivian's butt was moving in time with the music as well rubbing between my legs nicely. I joined the men groaning with the rhythm of sound and motion.

"You like?" Vivian whispered in my ear, I could only nod as her firm flesh teased mine to a similar state. Our food arrived and she began to feed me as we both watched Ryoko move from one dance to another. Each song invoking a whole new series of dance steps from her. After the plate was empty Vivian shifted position and her hand began to massage my flesh thru the material of my shorts. My groan deepened as my organ swelled, "I forgot how much you enjoyed this." She said in a husky voice. We set up our own little rhythm of her hand and my hips moving in time with her stroking. 

"I bet you want to stick this deep inside me don't you?" I was reduced to grunting by the primal urges awakening. "Good." She unzipped my shorts and freed me and pulling her thong aside adjusted her position once more sliding me inside her wet sex. She fixed her skirt so it wasn't completely obvious what we were doing although her face practically gave it away. We moved very little just grinding back and forth as the music built in intensity matching my arousal beat for beat. 

"Is it tight enough for you?" She taunted me again; she squeezed herself around me to accentuate her point. I lowered my head to stifle a moan of pleasure. "I'll take that as a yes." She bit her lip as I watched Ryoko spin and cavort in the circle wondering all the while what she would taste like, feel like, and sound like when we made love. My heart was beating in time with the drums and I felt my climax getting nearer and so must have Vivian she stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Shall I let you finish?" I pleaded with my eyes and the goddess of the flashing diamonds pronounced my doom. "I think not." Subtly she again shifted her position pulling me out of her, tucked me in and zipped me up. As she rose to her feet she 'accidentally' spilled the picture of water in my lap. With mock concern she got a bar towel and dried me off. It did take down the swelling, that's for sure. 

When Ryoko returned to the table I was a man on the verge of sexual breakdown. She looked at Vivian and then at me a look of curiosity etched along with a hint of understanding. "Your doing I assume." Was all she said. "Its time to go." I rose to my feet a bit weak from Vivian's treatment and each girl took an arm and led me back to my hotel room. We walked in near silence, Vivian whistled a little tune until I unlocked the door and let them in. Ryoko announced to me that she needed a cool shower and that I should run one for her. This was so unlike the quiet creature I had spent lunch with but I barely hesitated before I was in the bathroom running her water. When it was ready I was allowed to undress her. My hands were shaking as I undid the cunning knots that held the scarves to her body. Piece by piece her body was revealed in all its perfection. The swell of her hips, the curve of her breasts, her flawless alabaster flesh shaved bare as any newborns. I guided her into the stream of cool crisp water she sighed with content and stretched cat-like in the flow easing her aching muscles. 

I heard a noise and turned to see Vivian waiting to be undressed and join Ryoko in the shower. Like a schoolboy I leapt at the task and soon her ebony skin was free of it sweaty coverings. She stepped into the shower and wrapped her arms around Ryoko caressing and kissing her. It was yin and yang, a moving tapestry of opposites. They contrasted each other in everyway and soon the passion reached a peak as Ryoko slipped her fingers in the others hair and gently but forcefully directed her between her legs. Vivian obeyed like I without question and with complete abandonment. She lapped away at her bare sex running her tongue along the lips in languid long strokes. Then finding her clit she flickered it with just the tip of the tongue teasing and sending spikes of pleasure through her. Ryoko's yelps of excitement were musical and soon my own flesh was rock hard watching this display of feminine lust. 

Through half closed eyes I was directed to enter the shower. I undressed and when both were standing once again I stepped inside. Vivian was at my back and Ryoko stood before me. Without a word they began to caress me and wash away the sweat and dirt from the road. Ryoko never broke eye contact with me even as her hand wrapped around my hard flesh I think I groaned. She licked her lips and lowered herself to her knees as Vivian's arms came around to caress my chest her breasts pressed against my back. I could feel her hard nipples tracing little circles as she moved to unheard music. I gasped as the albino lips wrapped around me and began taking more and more of me down her throat. I was unable to take my eyes away from her as her head moved forward and back along the length of me. Her tongue was moving and lapping at me as Vivian purred in my ear. It was she who broke the silence.

"You like that don't you? Her lips on you, her flesh teasing yours and I wonder what she will feel like when you are inside of her young little sex? Hmmm?" Her tongue teased my ear and neck. Ryoko had risen to her feet and then turned away bending over to shut off the water I stepped forward my sex finding hers. I impaled her in one fluid motion, she cried out and gasped shuddering with me inside of her. She hissed and her eyes closed as pain and pleasure mixed. I looked down to see the water trail of blood trickle down her leg. Vivian words spoke what I now knew. "Virgin." Ryoko began to move now forward and back driving me in and out of her. Vivian's hands snaked out from behind me and settled onto her hips helping to set up a nice long deep stroking motion. I stood there like some prized stud letting the women do all the work. But as the pace increased my own hands replaced Vivian's as our wet flesh met with a loud smacking sound. Over that I could hear Ryoko's sweet voice crying out each time I buried myself in her tight fiery depths. She began to moan, a long drawn out sound as her first orgasm built in her hard and fast. The single note of pleasure reached it peak as her body shook in climax. As she began to spasm around me I came right along with her crying out driving myself harder than ever the last few thrusts nearly lifting her off her feet. Ryoko turned the water back on and we washed off our lust play.

"I am sorry." I took her into my arms and held her quivering form and let the water do its work. Vivian took her position again at my back finishing our trinity of flesh.

"It is as it should be." Came Ryoko's childlike voice, her English only slightly accented. "Do not be sad, I chose you for this with Vivian's help of course." I stood up straight and spun around to face her.

"You set me up?" She grinned like a Cheshire cat and took my softening sex in hand.

"Yep and it worked flawlessly. I think we should move this conversation into the bedroom so we are not all pruned and ugly." With that she let go and dashed into the bedroom snagging a towel along the way to dry off before diving under the covers. Ryoko and I followed suit after turning off the water once more. Soon I was snuggling between the two of them and the whole story was revealed. "I arrived here a little over a year ago to study dance, as I have already said. I wandered among the various tribes for about six months sharing and learning moves to improve my repertoire when I return home." Vivian reached over and began teasing Ryoko's nipples. "The entire time I keep hearing about the Ghost Dancer and how she knows all the old dances from the dreamtime. I ask around and with the proper bribes set up a meeting. Little did I know I would fall in lust with this petit beauty? I taught her every move I knew and she opened up a whole new world of dancing I never knew existed." Ryoko buried her head in my chest and returned to the quiet creature I knew. 




The Dark Muse Ch. 02



"So where did I fall into all of this?" I asked as hands began to move downward and tease me again. Ryoko took up the story from here.

"I grew up with stories of the great Sterling. You were the hero of so many stories, the man with the amethyst eyes." I smiled remembering the times her father and I had spent together. "Well when Vivian and I started our physical relationship she mentioned her most memorable lover." Vivian's head disappeared under the covers at this point. "She spoke of a man of surpassing skill and his unusual eyes. I asked what was so unusual and she said he had violet eyes. I knew it had to be you and I begged every detail out of her about you." I groaned as Vivian's lips wrapped around me my flesh growing at her attention. Ryoko smiled and continued, "Vivian also began a relationship with a certain diamond broker living here in the city. He is the one who gave her that splendid necklace and he was responsible for getting you here."

"That's the unusual connection to this sorted tale. That was the only element that didn't make any sense." I was relieved that so mundane a reason got me here, lust and diamonds. Vivian's head was bobbing up and down on me now, my hardened flesh reaching its full length and girth. I gasped a little trying to stay focused on Ryoko.

"Actually the true connection for the diamond cartel is that the dig site is an old diamond mine." She threw back the covers revealing Vivian as she brought her hand into play, stroking and sucking at a nice pace now. "Well what have we here I thought we would share." 

Ryoko climbed on my chest facing away from me placing her damp sex in my face as she and Vivian took turns licking and sucking me. I took things in hand and began some licking and poking myself. My finger found her clit as my tongue traced her lips slowly. I was in heaven as Ryoko sat back and Vivian straddled me once more. She eased herself down my length till she was completely impaled. She moaned and sat there for a long moment before she began to move. I began to lick and suck the young lady atop my face with abandon she squealed and moaned as I attacked her sex. She ground herself against me as Vivian rode me slowly almost a torture of leisurely movement. 

"Damn, I missed you so much. Now this is a place a girl feels at home." Vivian cried out as she eased herself up and down. Suddenly she changed speeds and began to piston up and down without warning. She was like a woman possessed I could hear her breath explode out of her with each downward thrust. "Oh! Oh! Oh yesssss!" She ground herself down and did little circles with her hips, the sensation driving me to pleasure Ryoko the more. And then without warning Vivian stood up and Ryoko took her place. Lowering herself tentatively down my hard flesh and she sighed with contentment. She moved slowly at first but soon moved faster and faster still. Before long our flesh was slapping again and a sheen of sweat covered her ivory skin. Her eyes were unfocused as she let her body lead her towards orgasm. But again the sudden change as she rose and Vivian was waiting on all fours and wiggling her butt towards me. I rose and stepped off the bed and positioned her so I could stand and reach her. She lowered her head and moaned deep in her throat as I reentered her. Ryoko crawled to mirror Vivian's position on the bed, head down and ass up. I could reach over and tease her clit while I moved in and out of the other. The duet began to groan and whimper in unison, as I would stroke inside one for a dozen or so and then switch to the other my hands dancing along teasing clits when my cock wasn't available. I felt my flesh begin to swell signaling my nearing orgasm.

"I am going to…" They both withdrew and turned around Vivian took me in hand and began to suck and stroke me. Ryoko watched with great attention as when I cried out Vivian swallowed each and every drop. 

"I want to do that next time." Ryoko said as I collapsed to the floor my heart tripping in my chest. I just smiled as she continued, "anything to make you happy." She said with an intensity that nearly made my flesh swell again. 

"I need to rest. I am not as young as I used to be." I crawled back onto the bed and they covered me up. The last sight was of the two of them speaking in hushed whispers before sleep took me. 



The Dark Muse Ch. 03



I awoke late the next day between two sleeping beauties. I shifted slowly as not to wake them and checked the time. My watch read three in the afternoon! I kissed each on the cheek before I squirmed out of their interlacing arms to shower and make myself presentable to the Professor to discus the next stage of my work. By the time I was out of the shower the girls were up and dressing. Ryoko had once again adopted her daytime demeanor of the quiet shy young woman, Vivian was simply tired and in need of coffee. I walked over and brought them into a mutual hug.

“I loved last night.” I said as I nuzzled each in turn.

“Then,” said Vivian, “you’ll love tonight even more.” I must have blanched because they both laughed.

“Expect dinner and dessert tonight.” Purred Ryoko as she slipped for a moment back to the less demure creature of the night. I gulped and slowly disengaged myself from them.

“I am horribly late for my meeting with Professor Wellington. I will be back in three or four hours, will that be soon enough?”

In stereo they replied, “It’ll have to do.”

I arrived at the Professor’s office at three thirty and found him waiting patiently seated at his desk facing away from the door. He was staring out the window at the traffic in the street below. 

“I wasn’t sure you were going to return at all after reading those files.” His voice carried the distance easily and clearly. I stood for a long moment pondering a reply.

“The carbon dating was a bit, unexpected. I understand why you mentioned triple checking the results. This is a historic find, you will be famous the world round.” I said as I watched for some sign of a response. 

“I am afraid secrecy is paramount at this point. The labs doing the analysis work for the U.S. Government. The land is owned by a certain diamond cartel. And the local government wants it kept quiet as well. All three want complete confidentiality, is that understood?” I was stunned, a find of this magnitude and to keep it quiet.

“I understand, I don’t agree, but I will keep quiet.” My voice was steady but cold and emotionless.

“Your understanding is all that matters at this point and time. You will be leaving tomorrow for the site, be ready by noon.” At that I was dismissed, I turned and left, a gentleman at the door handed him a new briefcase.

“These are the latest findings and artifacts taken from the dig.” No other words were exchanged he followed me to the exit then returned to his duties. Disjointed at the forces coming to play I made my way back to my hotel room to view the photos and written reports.

The bed had been made and fresh towels were in the bathroom, ‘the maid must have been in,’ I thought to myself. I opened the case and set the manila folders on the bed and one by one began to read the reports and view the startling photos. The myriad symbols etched in stone that defied the world’s best cryptographers and linguists. There was a printout of the 2,600 characters to view and they appeared familiar somehow. The pottery and other artifacts were decorated with glyphs forming odd running patterns across their surface. I rose to my feet and taking out pen and paper began jotting down a list. I opened the door and handed the list to the guard again standing outside his door. The guard took the list and nodded, he whispered into a hidden microphone and awaited a reply. He then one by one read off the items on my list. When he was done he handed it back to me and silently waited. After a minute or so some animation took hold of his stony features.

“You will receive what you asked for by midnight tonight.” I smiled and stepping back closed the door and returned to the files. There was a pattern here, the symbols, the design but it eluded me right now. The hours drug on when there came a knock at the door. I put away all the files and returned them to the case. I opened the door and my two guests had arrived with food and wine. I handed the case to the guard and invited Ryoko and Vivian inside. The guard nodded and smiled, just a little. Vivian looked from the door to me a few times.

“What was ‘that’ all about?” She asked as she helped Ryoko set up the meal.

“My current job is very sensitive, I can’t say anything really.” Ryoko nodded as she corked the bottle of wine.

“My father has been very tight lipped about his work as well. He left for his new job site yesterday after lunch.” There came a loud Pop as the cork finally came free. “He has been coordinating things with quite a few high ranking officials over the past year when all of this mess started.” She filled three glasses and set the bottle on the kitchen table. Then she walked into my arms and kissed me fiercely I returned the passion my arms enfolding her. It was a long moment until we parted Vivian just sat there and smiled.

“What brought that on?” I inquired as she turned and began serving the food.

“You are going to be leaving soon, I will miss you.” Her tone was emotional as if she would break down any minute. “You are the first man I have been intimate with, there is a certain amount of attachment, no?” I smiled and watched her butt sashay as she moved about filling the plates.

“Yes, I am quite fond of both of you.” Vivian squirmed in her seat. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

“I didn’t get enough of you last night, I am itching to start the dessert before dinner.” Ryoko turned and gave her a look.

“He will need his strength. The meal will give you energy and not fill you up. My grandmother gave me the recipe.” She smiled wickedly as she sauntered over and handed me a plate and glass. “Use your hands and take your time the build up will do all of us some good.” Vivian groaned but did as she was told. I moved back to the bed set my glass on the nightstand and settled the plate in my lap eating, drinking and watching as Vivian flashed me from time to time. She would lift her skirt showing the fact that she was wearing no panties and lick her lips teasing him mercilessly. Ryoko on the other hand simply patted a small leather case near her on the couch and looked at Vivian with a knowing glance. I watched the exchanged confused but the sexual energy was building by the moment. 

I finished my food and got up to place my plate in the sink I had to dodge Vivian’s grasping hands. Then returned to my spot by the bed and sipped my wine. Vivian at this point had grown bolder and had lifted up her skirt and was eating with one hand and teasing her clit with the other. I noticed a look of the sexual predator in Ryoko’s eyes as she glanced over at the show and licked her own lips in anticipation. Vivian finished her food and rose to place her own dish in the sink she managed to find some excuse to bend over the let her bare ass present itself. Ryoko simply shook her head and continued eating daintily. Vivian walked passed her chair towards the bed but the albino stopped her with a word.

“No.” Vivian turned with a child-like face pleading but the other would have none of it. “Sit down, in ‘your’ seat.” Vivian pouted but did as she was told. The relationship between the two was complex and chaotic but they knew the rules and abided by them. After long grueling minutes Ryoko was down to the last piece of food on her plate and she began to play with it looking over at Vivian seeing her visibly squirm worse than before. She took the last piece in her fingers and popped it into her mouth, chewed slowly and finally swallowed. Then she rose to her feet and took the last plate to the sink. She stopped and grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled all the glasses. Ryoko remained standing and raised her glass for a toast; Vivian and I quickly rose to our feet and mimicked her motion. 

“To my lovers may our lust never end.” The glasses were touched together and rang; a single clear note and with it a certain finality struck me at that moment like the sound of the seatbelt aboard the plane. Fate seemed to be closing in on me. I raised the glass to my lips and drank deep. Ryoko took me by the arm and led me back to the bed. “Sit and watch we have quite a show for you.” Vivian stood up and did a little dance and strip tease. Pealing away the little clothing she was wearing. First to go was her silky black top, each shiny button undone then like a snake shedding its skin it was removed. Next came her wrap around skirt with the multicolored pattern spiraling off her body and coming to rest on the floor. Lastly came her black lacy push up bra that opened in the front for me to see her precious globes of flesh crowned with rosy nipples already hard in anticipation of tonight. Ryoko got a towel from the bathroom and laid it on a chair, then drug the chair close to the bed. 

Vivian sat in the chair and made herself comfortable. Ryoko opened the small leather case and retrieved the items within, a water bottle, baby oil, shaving cream and a straight razor. Then she knelt before the chair and Vivian’s spread legs and using the water bottle got her pubic area nice and wet then she applied some shaving cream to Vivian’s mound. She spread it good and around covering all the necessary areas. Then she unfolded the razor and let the light dance across its mirror-like surface. And with practiced strokes began to shave Vivian as bald as she was. I leaned forward to see every move of the blade as with each precise pass more and more hair was removed from the ebony mound. I licked my lips and felt myself grow hard by the act of a simple shave. But something primal was brought to the surface by this and alas too soon the whole event was over. Baby oil was applied to the area and Ryoko rose and lifted her own skirt to show matching baldness. 

“Its your turn.” I blinked at Ryoko’s words. As if in a dream they took me each by an arm and set me in the chair. My shorts were removed and my enlarged organ revealed. Ryoko splashed water on my crotch wetting my pubic hair and my erection. Then she knelt before me and applied the shaving cream and licked the head of my cock for good measure. Vivian knelt beside her and took me in hand and began to stroke my length up and down. The albino flashed the blade once more. “Don’t move I don’t want to cut you.” Vivian placed me in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on me. Ryoko began her work of shaving me, the blade passed smoothly over my skin as I felt Vivian began to stroke me as she sucked. Another pass of the blade and additional suction was added by Vivian’s mouth. I felt my toes curling as my orgasm built swiftly a lethal combination of the shaving and the excellent lip service I was receiving. My eyes darting between the razor and Vivian, back and forth my attention was split. Another pass of the blade and Vivian’s fist was blurring as she was determined to milk me during this ritual. “Nearly done.” I barely heard Ryoko’s voice as the final pass of the blade and my orgasm came screaming up from my toes. I felt my organ swell and pump into Vivian’s mouth as Ryoko said, “All done.” Like a good girl she swallowed every drop as it pulsed from me and my heart hammered in my chest from the dual excitement of tongue and blade. I had oil applied and a fresh glass of wine as I sat on the bed catching my breath from the experience. 

“Damn, that was the most intense thing that has ever had happen to me!” Ryoko and Vivian were all smiles. I looked down at my semi hard cock and very bald pubic area. I ran my fingers along it, “smooth.” After I finished my wine, “that was a fine dessert.” Ryoko shed her skirt and top and crawled up on the bed and bent down the kissed me between my legs.

“That was just the first course.” Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and her tongue twirled around it. Vivian climbed up and placed her recently shaved mound in my face. I traced the entire area with my tongue and then moved lower to her lips. Long strokes of my tongue traced them up and down until my attention was focused on her button of flesh that just screamed for attention. I flickered it with my tongue as my hands massaged her sculptured butt. She rocked her hips forward and back letting my tongue slide inside of her getting her ready for the second course. Ryoko meanwhile was swallowing my entire length down her throat and massaging me with tongue and hands. 

“I want to feel you inside of me.” Ryoko said as she tapped Vivian on the shoulder and they shifted positions. I was laid on my back with my cock sticking straight up. “I want you to watch it disappear inside of me.” She squatted above me and took me in her milky white hand and rubbed the head along the lips of her sex. She teased me for a while until slowly she lowered herself on it. I could feel as her sex opened for me, tight and hot and wet, I slid deeper and deeper into her. She didn’t stop until our shaved flesh was touching. Her red eyes were feral in the lamplight and slowly she began to move up and down on me. Her tight young flesh caressing me with each up and down movement. We groaned in harmony as the pace picked up. 

“Go get the guard and fuck him Vivian.” There was no questioning the voice that came from Ryoko. 

Vivian walked to the door and opened it and pulled the guard in. She lowered herself before him and unzipped his pants and freed his quickly growing specimen. She placed it in her mouth and sucked and licked until it was rock hard. The sounds and scents of the room were growing as time passed even the guard moaned as his organ was given excellent attention. Ryoko stood up and then got down on all fours and wiggled her ass taunting me. Again I stood by the side of the bed and pulled her into range and entered her hard and fast. My hands on her pale hips I slammed in and out of her with abandon our flesh slapping as we both cried out with each thrust. The guard was pushed into the chair and Vivian turned away from him and lowered herself onto his iron hard weapon. Supported by her strong dancer’s legs she moved up and down slowly at first making him grip the armrests of the chair tightly. Then moving faster and faster she fucked the guard till he was begging for release. “Where do you want to come big boy?” Vivian taunted him. He whispered something and she simply smiled. “Ok my ass it is.” She stood up and got the baby oil from the nightstand. She drizzled it carefully over his organ and then oiled herself up. “Ready?” He nodded and watched as again facing away from him she lowered herself but this time he took her by the hips and guided her to his cock. Slowly, like a snake swallowing an egg her rectum opened wider and wider until with a pop the head slipped in and after a short pause she pushed down and inch-by-inch his manhood disappeared into her until the base was resting against her cheeks. With the guard’s help she began to move up and down once more the tightness was exquisite as he began to breath rapidly. Then he was grunting and groaning as he moved faster and faster in and out of her.

“That looks like fun.” Ryoko’s words caused me to stop and look over my shoulder at Vivian and the guard. Watching him piston in and out of her and his face growing redder and redder until with a groan than blended with a shout he came. His body wracked with pleasure he shook and slammed it home a few more times until he was spent. 

Vivian rose on wobbly legs and turned and gave the guard a peck on the cheek. “Now that was fun.” She muttered as the guard snagged the towel from underneath him did a little cleaning up then tuck, zip, bang he saluted and returned to his post outside. 

“Fuck my ass Roger.” My best friend’s daughter had just asked for my fantasy. “Do I have to beg for it? Alright, I’ll beg, please Roger stick your hard cock up my virgin ass, please I’m begging.” I turned around and saw the hunger there, the hunger to please me. Vivian walked over and handed me the oil.

“I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be back for the next round.” Ryoko took the oil from me and oiled up her asshole. I watched as she drizzled it slowly over the puckered hole. And then with her finger began to work it in sliding her own finger deep in her butt. She moaned as she fingered her own ass, “I need your cock I please, please fuck my ass!” If it were possible I had gotten harder still after her pleas for me to violate her. I pulled out of her pussy and she oiled me up her tiny hands working over my feverish flesh. She guided it up and even leaned back into it as it slowly penetrated her last virginal space. My world became our flesh merging once again. Nothing else mattered but this moment when the head of my cock pierced her ring and we were together again. We both sighed when the moment occurred I paused to let her relax but stared at the magic sight of this instant. Then my hands once again settled on her milky white hips, “wait, I want to.” She pleaded to me for her to push back and impale herself. I nodded and she lowered her head closed her eyes and gently shifted her hips backward. I groaned as she enveloped me slowly and inexorably. It took every ounce of willpower not to thrust forward and finish it. She took me in millimeters at a time and made the moment last forever. 

Finally she was done and I was to the hilt in her once more. “Now Roger, fuck me, come in my ass!” I pulled back a bit and moved forward then a bit further then more still until I was thrusting in long slow strokes in and out of her. Faster and harder I drove in and out of her and every time I filled her she cried out, “Oh, oh, oh.” It wasn’t long before I felt my cock begin to swell signally my orgasm. I began pumping as fast as I could muster the slapping sound deafening in my tiny world of flesh and scents and pressure. I cried out as I thrust one last time burying myself as I came. Ryoko collapsed underneath me and lay there spent and panting for breath. 

We both heard clapping and looked up to see Vivian standing and smiling at the bathroom doorway. “Wow, that was intense! I can’t wait till it’s my turn.” I rose up pulling himself out of the albino with a sad little sigh. “I need to clean up and a bite to eat and a drink before the next round.” 

Ryoko watched me go with worship in her eyes. “I knew I could make you happy.” She whispered to no one.



The Dark Muse Ch. 04



I awoke the next morning alone with someone knocking on my door. Rising I threw a robe around me and opened the door looking like hell incarnate I am sure. The armed guard from the previous night was standing there with the laptop I had requested in hand. “There was a delay. Your transportation will be here shortly do you need help getting ready?” I stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

“As a matter of fact I do, can you pack my suitcases while I grab a quick shower?” He nodded and began to go to work and stopped. 

“Sir, someone already seems to have taken the liberty of preparing your luggage, will there be anything else?” I looked at my bags with a growing sense of trepidation. 

“A pot of strong coffee would be greatly appreciated.” He smiled and called room service as I headed into the bathroom to wash away the drugged feeling in my head. After my shower and two cups of black coffee I actually felt remotely human. The guard took my bags and with my third cup in hand I followed him down the stairs to the waiting jeep. With my bags stowed securely the guard actually saluted me as the jeep pulled away, I didn’t miss the secret smile on his lips. The driver was a tight-lipped fellow of South African decent who kept his eyes on the road and evaded my polite attempts at conversation. With nothing else to do I admired the countryside and hummed a little tune until we reached the train station. My luggage, laptop and I were loaded onto the train and more armed guards appeared to play chaperone to myself and several other ‘guests’. None of my fellow travelers looked familiar to me, but then again it was a mixed bag on this trip. Two gentlemen of obvious Middle Eastern lineage were having a heated debate in Arabic, a striking young Asian lady and a tall blonde were casually chatting away sipping drinks as a solitary American Indian fellow was pondering a crossword puzzle. I walked over to the ladies and introduced myself. As I began to sit opposite them they both smiled and made room for me between them. A drink was promptly placed in my hand and introductions continued.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Prof. Sterling.” The Asian said in perfect English, “I am Akira Hirohito a Japanese national and my field of expertise is pictographs and ancient languages.” I covertly looked her over and had to admire the curves under her blouse and the long legs crossed so ladylike before her were something to behold.

“And I am Olga Detroskya,” her Russian accent was sending shivers down my spine. “I received my doctorate in psychological forensics from John’s Hopkins. A toast to interesting times.” I tipped back my drink and barely contained my urge to cough on the vodka. Olga refilled my glass before I could stop her and offered another toast. Her build reminded me more of a Norse Valkyrie than a Doctor of Forensics. I sipped my second drink and listened to the conversation quietly until I was abruptly drug into it.

“So Professor, vat do you think of these obvious outrageous carbon dating results?” Olga’s fierce blue gaze pinned me to my seat awaiting an answer.

“Well,” I stammered forcing my eyes not to drift lower to her dazzling cleavage, “I was informed the test results were triple checked. There must be some sort of anomaly distorting the dating process.” Suddenly I felt Akira’s hand on my thigh.

“You speak my thoughts exactly Professor,” Her silky voice cutting to the quick.

“Please, call me Richard.” I forced my voice to remain unstrained and natural.

“Very well, Richard.” She made eye contact with her nearly black orbs burrowing into mine. I took a healthy swig of the vodka and swallowed hard. There was something about these women’s behavior that left me feeling out of some sort of private joke.

“Please to excuse me, I must freshen up.” Olga rose and my eyes followed her out as she sashayed down the car’s length. I turned to face Akira again and again that enigmatic smile met me.

“So what’s that joke?” I asked her and her face practically lit up.

“The joke is this,” she leaned in close so that her lips nearly touched my ear, “Olga and I shared the room across from yours last night.” I could feel her breath on my flesh as she spoke. “You were very loud and we couldn’t help but hear both of the women’s voices with you.” My mouth was suddenly dry and I swallowed unable to speak. “I could barely get to sleep with the images running through my head.” She sat back and I fumbled around for something besides vodka. Thankfully a pitcher of water was nearby.

“Really?” I said as I poured myself a glass to quench my thirst.

“Yes, really.” Her smile was devilish as she lifted her drink and absently ran a hand over her chest. “I hope you are recovered from your experience.”

“Why yes I am.” Even as the words left my mouth I knew I had been baited. Her smile widened as Olga glided up to our seat and dropped something into my lap. It was her underwear of course. She sat opposite of us and my eyes were riveted to her skirt as it rode up just below her pubic area. I took her thong in hand and blatantly sniffed it before placing it in my pocket. There was nothing to lose at this point.

“I am glad you are feeling well,” Akira said, “we have a long train ride on hand I am sure we will see plenty of one another.” Olga lifted one leg and rested it on her knee giving me a perfect view of her well-trimmed sex. I took a long sip of my water before replying.

“No doubt about it.” Akira’s hand squeezed my thigh before she turned away to watch the countryside float by. Olga on the other hand reached for the bottle of vodka leaning over revealing her milky white breasts under her newly unbuttoned blouse. Impressive cleavage to be sure, I smiled and toasted to her tits.

“Here’s to joining forces for a common good.” Olga raised her glass and tipped the entire shot down her throat. And then muttered something in Russian I didn’t understand. I looked quizzically to Akira.

“She says she swallows.” I almost choked on my water. “She just got back from an artic dig, she was there for a year and a half with three men and her. Before you ask, they were gay, all three.” I looked at Olga and saw the growing hunger. Well that definitely explained her behavior. “And by the way, we are going to eat you alive.” She said it so matter of factly, Akira was definitely a classy lady. 

“I look forward to it.”

Lunch came and went and Olga kept right on drinking, she finished an entire bottle by herself and appeared quite unaffected. After a long lull in the conversation Olga slurred something in Russian, so much for unaffected. Akira translated, “She says she wants to suck you off, I suggest you let her so she can go sleep it off she is very determined about these things. I looked over at Olga who nodded. I rose to my feet and helped her to hers. We made our way to the baggage car without mishap and Olga spotted a nice crate she could sit on and work her magic on me. I helped her sit and she immediately went to work unzipping and freeing me from my pants. She smiled at my semi hard cock and began to lick its length. It didn’t take long for it to harden enough for her to slip it into her warm wet mouth. Olga was in heaven, her head bobbed forward and back taking most of my length down her throat. I on the other hand wanted to see more of her breasts and so leaned forward and finished unbuttoning her blouse. It only took two buttons to free them and they were gorgeous! Pale mounds of Russian flesh topped with snowy areoles that craved attention. I kneaded them and teased her nipples to erection and this drove her wild. Her suction increased and her head moved with more passion accompanied with a low groan. 

I began to whisper to her careful not to be overheard, “Suck me, come on make me cum down your nasty little throat.” Olga seemed like a woman possessed after that. She brought her hand to play and ran it up and down my wet shaft while she licked and sucked on the tip. I felt the first stirrings of my climax building and I am sure she did too. She looked up at me with an all-consuming hunger. She took my cock and trapped it between her breasts and I began to move my hips driving my dick towards her eager mouth.

“I vant you to come on my face.”

“But I want you to swallow.” She smiled and nodded I continued to pump between her flawless tits until I was ready to cum. “I am getting close.”

At that she took me back in her mouth and sucked and stroked for all she was worth. My breathing became labored and my heart began to trip in my chest as my cock swelled in her mouth. As I came Olga was true to her word and swallowed every drop. I tucked myself back in and zipped up as Olga adjusted her own clothing. We turned to see Akira standing at the door to the luggage car with her arms crossed and grinning from ear to ear.

“Nice show, and yes you have a lovely cock I can’t wait to meet it.” With that she turned and left. Olga giggled as she rose up to uncertain feet. I helped her button her blouse and then guided Olga to the sleeping berth and even tucked her in. Feeling a little tired myself I moved to my assigned slot, stripped and slipped under the cool covers to a disturbing slumber. 

Crashes of lightning and the sensation of being pulled along in that dream like quality of complete helplessness, I could feel the rain slapping my skin as we raced across the causeway leading to the steps of the gods. The pull was inexorable as time replayed itself again. The storm abated suddenly and there were the cyclopean steps leading down into the stygian darkness. Step by step the pictographs etched on the surface of the steps mutely dictated their story once again. The god-thing from beyond the stars that came to our world to imprison mankind and breed with our ancestors untold generations ago for a nameless purpose. The black iron door so massive yet pivots with the touch of a finger swinging open to darkness to the outer shrine of the star being. The stone idol with its alien symmetry moving seemingly in the lightning flashes of the storm above.

My dream self watched as my lover and fellow student disrobed and danced before the stone thing. I watched the steps of her dance, her intricate footwork and her undulating body moving in worship to the nameless idol of forgotten millennia. 

Suddenly another memory overlapped this one, Ryoko dancing in the inn. The Ghost Dancer moving with such fluid ease within the circle of men. Her stomping feet accentuating every move, every step that mirrored those of my long lost love! The steps were identical! The erotic movements of genetic memory carried in Ryoko’s blood from her Masai ancestors who had roamed these nations for time out of memory. 

The older memory reasserted itself and the ancient rite continued as the Old One appeared to waken in all its dark glory. The tentacles seemed to take on a semblance of life moving sinuously and lethargic in the intermittent flashes of lightning. All the while she pressed herself against the stone-like skin of the idol letting it fill her most intimate places. She cried out as she pressed herself upon the sacred flesh hard and unyielding letting it move in and out of her. The closer she came to climax the more life the statue seemed to possess. When she fell to the ground spent and her lust satisfied she looked to me to join with the god. 

I awake as I always do with a start and alone in the darkness my heart hammering in my chest and gasping for breath. However this time was different as the cat-like movements of the lithe form of Akira broke my nightmarish reverie. Her eyes flashed in the half darkness as she continued her progress moving up my body. She smiled as she straddled my body looking down from her obvious tactical advantage. Akira brought a finger to lips and began to undress. I relaxed as she reached down and pulled her shirt off, her body painted with shadows hinting at the fine breasts I would soon be feasting upon. She pulled the sheet covering me down and began tracing my chest with a finger she appeared pleased at my physical condition for a man my age. She bent over and rubbed her nipples across my hard chest gasping as shivers ran down her spine. Akira licked her lips and leaned further over so she could run a warm tongue over my nipples and chest. I moaned softly as she teased a nipple with tongue and teeth. Then her hips made a sensuous circular motion, grinding her crotch against my growing erection. Her lips left my nipple and moved up to taste my lips, her kiss tentative at first then with a groan of submission her tongue invaded my mouth and took my breath away. Time seemed suspended while our lips and tongues dueled in the darkness. 

When she finally broke the kiss I looked up needing her more than oxygen right then and there. I lifted my arms up and let my hands roam freely over the sumptuous curves of her young body. My nails leaving trails over her flesh stoking her passion and hearing the satisfactory moans and squeals of delight. I pulled the sheet down further inviting her to share their concealing folds. She wiggled and slipped next to me managing to loose her underwear somewhere in the process. I pulled the sheet up to hide us from unwelcome eyes then we moved onto our sides facing each other. I traced her cheek with a gentle brush of my hand she leaned into my touch.

“Why me?” I whispered to her. She was one of the most attractive creatures I had ever laid eyes on and could pick and choose from anyone anywhere.

“Why?” Her face screwed up in a comical mask of confusion. “You are a gentle soul who comes well recommended.” 

“Recommend? I don’t understand.” She leaned forward and began to chew on my shoulder as her hand moved down to take my sex in hand. As she stroked me and licked and nibbled my flesh she pondered how to answer. My eyes half closed at her attention.

“Ryoko is my cousin.” She gave me a healthy squeeze to make her point. “Now shut up and let me fuck you silly.” I simply smiled.

“Do your worst, I am your prisoner.” She purred in my ear and licked it as she began to roll me onto my back once more. Then again her hips began to grind against my naked sex but this time there was nothing to hinder the sensitive petals of her sex from making contact with my iron hard flesh. She ran her sex up and down mine as she dangled a firm young breast for my lips to devour. Unable to refuse her offering I leaned up and took her nipple into my mouth with a gasp of pleasure from her. I flickered her nipple with my tongue as I felt my hardness become slick from her growing wetness. Suckling her breast I nearly bit down when with a deft shift of hips she impaled herself on me. I could see her bite her lip remaining silent with much difficulty. Her tight warm depths gripped me like a velvet glove conforming and squeezing me. She remained still for a time gasping from the entry of my length and girth. Then she slowly lifted her hips nearly letting me slip out but then moved down again setting up a snail’s pace rhythm of lovemaking. I settled my hands on her firm bottom while my mouth moved from one breast to the other, alternating teasing and biting her tender flesh. I kneaded her cheeks wanting more than anything to plunge upward meeting her downward motion but I let her keep control waiting patiently for her to make me climax no matter how long it took. Without warning I felt her sex spasm around me at the same time she bit down on my shoulder stifling her scream of release. Akira collapsed atop me impaling herself once more I felt her teeth break skin as a second orgasm tore through her. The thrill of her pleasure and my pain mingled into something profound.

I held her close as her body shook for a long time finally becoming still, when she was able to lift her head from my chest she looked down at me with wonder and a touch of worship. I rolled her onto her back never letting my sex slip from hers and like a good girl she became completely submissive beneath me. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and began to move in and out of her slowly at first by then more quickly wanting to cum inside her more than anything in this life. Akira grabbed my pillow and bit into it to keep her screams muffled. I looked down viewing her flawless body in the half-light as my hips began to piston forward and back. 

I pulled the pillow aside and held her gaze with mine, “Don’t close your eyes no matter what, please!” I whispered as I felt my toes start to curl in anticipation to something powerful she nodded and stared unblinking upward. My hands once more settled on her hips as I drove deep into her in long fierce thrusts stabbing into her body with all my strength. I grunted with each movement as I felt my sex begin to swell signally my imminent climax. Akira wanted to scream so she took the pillow and bit it and true to her word she kept her eyes fixed on mine as with a final thrust I began to shoot inside of her. I locked my gaze with her and time again seemed to dilate suspending between heartbeats as something primal passed between us. I saw in the depth of her eyes a kindred soul, a hollowness filled and at that very moment we completed each other. Then like a fist slamming in my chest time reasserted itself and I found myself gasping for breath and collapsing atop Akira like a puppet having its strings cut. Her legs scissored around me as she pulled me close. I felt her tears falling as she cried in great heaving sobs. I was able to roll onto my back and hold her as whatever powerful emotion manifested within Akira worked its way thru her. I on the other hand felt complete and was at peace for the first time in many years. Without another word we fell into a dreamless slumber in each other’s arms.

I awoke half expected to be alone but the lovely Asian girl still clung to me deep asleep still. I lifted her long hair away from her face and absently stroked her face causing her to stir and awaken with a smile. 

“Morning.” My voice was surprisingly soft and filled with an unnamed emotion she only smiled and settled her head on my chest once more. Then she murmured something too low for me to hear. “What?”

“Kouryou.” She repeated so I could hear this time. A term of endearment I supposed.

“What does that mean?” She reached down and gave me a gentle squeeze.

“It means,” she paused for dramatic effect, “cunning dragon. You shared your hoard with me last night.”

“Well you did share your cave with me.” Her giggle was just too cute.

“True I did, perhaps after breakfast you would like to explore it again?” 

“Spelunking is my deepest passion…” And that was how the morning passed between us.

Late that afternoon the train arrived at a stop where we would continue to the dig site by jeep. I expected after all these years that everything would be hauntingly familiar but thankfully that was not the case. We set out in five jeeps, our equipment and luggage evenly distributed among the vehicles. Akira shared my jeep and we passed the time holding hands and making eye contact. That was more than enough after our time on the train. Olga seemed too hung over to care and appeared pleased that we had hit it off so well. The drive was an equal mix of hot, dry and wet, the terrain changed from a dry grassy plain to thick hot jungle criss-crossed with streams. Crossing the streams was a venture of sprays of water drenching driver and passengers alike. It was a nice relief from the parching passage of the plains. Then abruptly our journey ended at a small city of tents pitched amidst the jungle. Something was wrong, if this was so secret why all the tents? Unless of course this was just a base camp for something further on, I decided to observe and wait till we were instructed before becoming alarmed. The cases of food stuff and raw materials stored at the edge of the camp seemed to indicate that indeed this was merely a supply area for the real dig and most of these workers probably had no clue what was really going on. As we walked on our drivers took our belongings to a tent near the center of the camp. We were being led to a massive pavilion that could sleep twenty comfortably. Not surprisingly this was the officer’s tent, what was surprising was Otomba and silk clad Ryoko being here. My shock must have been evident as Otomba simply smiled and addressed all of us at the same time.




The Dark Muse Ch. 04



“Welcome ladies and gentlemen. I will remind you that secrecy is of utmost importance; there will be no discussion of our work here in this camp. You are here to rest and prepare for the next step in your journey.” He looked each and every one of us in the eye before continuing. “That said please enjoy the hospitality of this camp. You will find some surprising amenities that your employers have provided. I will give those who wish it a tour and those who would like to simply wander may do so. Tomorrow morning you leave for the actual dig site under armed escort of course.” Olga and Akira paired off thankfully avoiding a scene with Ryoko being here and the rest decided on the guided tour. “Oh Richard.” 

I turned as Otomba tossed me something; I caught it instinctively and turned the walking stick over in my hands. I looked up in shock as my property was returned after all these years. I had thought it lost long ago during my speedy exit from this country and that part of my life. The metal shod staff had weathered the years well; it still bore the tribal marks I had etched into it as well as the odd glittering alloy I myself had attached. The whorls and scratches were more elegant than I remembered but otherwise it was as I had left it. Taking hold of the dark wood I used it to point my way out away from the camp where I could clear my head and speak with Ryoko alone. She followed as I knew she would clinging to me only once were out of eyeshot of anyone in the camp. 

“I missed you beloved.” Her voice carried traces of her nocturnal character, the ghost dancer.

“So what did you tell your cousin?” My voice was level and clear of emotion. She stopped and looked up with a pained expression, she chewed her lip nervously.

“Everything.” She whispered fearing my reaction. Though most of her face was covered her body language was easy enough to read. 

“I see, you know that she and I spent ‘time’ together on the train ride up here.” I let the thought of that sink in before continuing. “And yet you call me beloved, I am confused.” I could see tears well up and sparkle in her eyes. Her body shook as she realized her mistake of coming to the camp. “I never promised anything, I never wanted you to get hurt I mean your father and I are old friends after all.” 

“But I thought?” Her mouth snapped shut and she turned to leave. I spun and caught her arm. “I have already said too much. Please let me go.”

“You thought what?” My voice grew a bit harsher as I questioned her, snatches of dream flashing in my head. “Please tell me. Your father and I are old friends and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship.” Ryoko paused for a long moment forming the words into coherent form.

“I thought our marriage was already arranged.” That stung, hitting me right between the eyes, I hadn’t seen that coming. Though perhaps I should have Otomba seemed more than eager for her and I to meet once I arrived. 

“I am sorry, but nothing has been arranged. I don’t want to hurt you Ryoko, I care about your feelings. But let’s be friends for right now and see what happens.” She nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. It was the most honest I could be with her right now. She brightened and left me to my thoughts and for that I was thankful. I walked around for a bit my walking stick feeling so comfortable in my hands but soon I was back at camp and being led to my tent. It was a nice set up for a temporary stop along the way. A large cot dominated the far wall of the tent with my belongings already sitting nearby it. There was a large cooler which I discovered contained bottles of water and juice and cans of Guinness! There is a god. I decided to sit and have a few and look over this fellowship with a clearer head.

Several cans of Guinness later I pulled out the laptop and the portable scanner and one by one began scanning the images of the artifacts onto the hard drive. I isolated the markings from the relics and created a database of the images and that feeling of familiarity struck me once more. I created a smaller database of those images that I thought I recognized. But the more I looked at one particular glyph the more it felt ‘wrong’ somehow. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I sat there for a long time twirling my walking stick in nervous circles, my buzz was wearing off as my concentration became more and more fixated on the screen. But fate intervened when the flap to my tent opened and Olga stepped in. She was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt both clung to her leaving modesty far behind. 

“I hope I am not intruding.” Her accented English working its magic yet again as she crossed the distance to my cot and sat next to me. “What a lovely staff you have.” I snickered at the bad joke and let her hold it. “It is lighter than I supposed, what is the metal bound here?”

“Not sure, it came from a fallen star I found over twenty years ago. Here in this region of South Africa. Otomba and I carried it back to his tribe and with a little help I smelted it, and forged what you see all by myself. There was a matching bracelet but that was lost long ago. I was studying African artwork, so I etched the characters you see in the wood. The metalwork I learned in my time spent in Damascus.” She handed the staff back and I absently let my fingers trace the grooves in the wood.

“It is very beautiful work, why did you quit?” Blunt and to the point I like that in a woman. She saw that she had touched a nerve. “I am sorry if I am asking too personal a question.”

“No, it’s about time I actually talked about it I suppose. My first visit here I met Otomba and we became fast friends. There were other students studying here at the time, there was a girl.” Olga leaned over and kissed my neck.

“There is always a girl, please continue.” She planted feathery kisses down my neck to my chest. She moved to stand before me removing her shirt freeing her imprisoned breasts. 

“This girl was studying some of the ancient stonework in the area.” Olga then removed her shorts her shaved sex gleamed in the lamplight. “She was from Australia and tough as nails and beautiful as hell. Olga knelt down and pulled my shorts down and off. She licked her lips before leaning over and taking me in her mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned as she began to work on me I managed to find the strength to continue, “we fell in love very quickly, hell we were both young and ohhh yessss and very naïve.” Olga’s head was moving up and down getting my sex nice and wet for her. “Well she found some ancient ruins and took me there during a fierce thunderstorm. There were pictographs on the steps leading down to the shrine.” I pumped my hips up meeting her descending mouth burying myself deep in her mouth. She stood and facing away from me lowered her drenched flower down onto my hard flesh. “After leaving the shrine we lost each other in the storm,” I groaned as she transfixed herself atop me, “and I never saw her again.” Olga nodded and began the movement, up and down slowly and inexorable. Then the pace quickened as she began to bounce up and down. I didn’t hear the female voice over the slapping of flesh as Akira entered my tent smiling from ear to ear.

“Well now what a sight this is.” She began to undress as she walked towards us leaving a trail of clothes behind; she had the good decency to turn off the electric lantern. The tent was thrown into darkness but soon I felt her touch so soft and deft caressing my back and pressing her breasts into my skin. “Kouryou I am here.” I shuddered as she spoke those words of endearment.

“I know.” I was grunting in time with Olga now as she raced towards her first orgasm. Akira nibbled at my neck and made little circles with her nipples against my back. Olga’s muffled cry announced her climax and on wobbly legs arose and we all got comfortable on the cot. Akira shifted so she could lick Olga’s juices from my dick. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see Akira backlit by the camp’s other illuminations. Her eyes glittered in the lighting as she ran her tongue up and down my length lapping and sucking from tip to base. 

“Do you want to go exploring Kouryou?” I nodded spellbound by her utter sensuality and the delicate scent of her musky sex. She turned around as Olga had done and with her tiny hands guided me into her tight depths. Akira did all the work shifting her weight forward and back, ever so slowly ever so carefully. She was in no hurry and wanted me to enjoy each moment, dragging them out for our mutual pleasure. Olga had recovered and watched for a moment only, she leaned forward and fed me one of her gorgeous breasts to nibble on while my cock was occupied. I divided my attention between the fiery nadir of Akira and the warm yielding flesh of Olga. 

“Kouryou we must move to the ground. Poor Olga needs a place to sit and this bed will not survive our combined weight.” I nodded and she slowly drew herself up and off my length. We made a bed of padding and blankets on the floor of the tent. Again I lay down and the two women took turns licking and sucking until I was painfully erect. Akira once again took her position straddling me but this time she was facing me. She took me in hand and ran the tip up and down the lips of her sex before allowing me entrance. Inch by inch my Asian goddess descended until my cock was buried to the hilt. Her face was angelic in her private ecstasy. Olga waited until Akira had once more lowered her body before straddling my face. My tongue snaked upwards to stab at her dripping sex. I could hear her moans muffled by her thighs surrounding my head. I traced the lips first running my tongue up and down before attacking her clit. Lapping at the button of flesh and tasting her sweet nectar and feeling Akira moving up and down my cock. I felt someone place their hands on my chest, at first I thought it was Olga needing balance but once the pace of Akira moving from slow to a very rapid pace the mystery was solved. I renewed my assault on Olga increasing my attention on her clit and labia. My toes began tingling signaling a huge orgasm rising and it was coming fast. I could hear Akira panting louder and louder crying out a string of syllables in Japanese I could only guess at. But when I felt her spasm around me her hips were moving in long quick trusts our flesh smacking as she came. She never slowed and soon Olga and I were crying out together as we both climaxed moments later. They both decided I needed cleaning and put their mouths to good use. Sensory overload is the only way to describe the feeling. My skin was ultra sensitive and each lap and suck nearly pushed me to come again. Finally they decided I had suffered enough and smiling cuddled after cleaning themselves off. I drifted off to sleep with Akira to my left and Olga on my right with a smile etched on my face.



The Dark Muse Ch. 05



I awoke to warm wet lips wrapped around my cock. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the morning blowjob. Small deft hands moved up and down my length as a talented mouth got me raging hard. I enjoyed every stroke and lick. The mouth left for only a moment and then something warm and tight pushed down upon my length slow and sure. It was much tighter than I remembered last night. It took a long moment until I was hilted then the snug sex moved up and down slowly at first but soon it was moving faster and faster. 

"Oh Akira that feels so good!" I groaned out loud.

"What feels so good Kouryou?" Her voice was right next to my ear. I opened my eyes and looked over and saw her smiling face. 

"It must be Olga." I said as I looked in the other direction to see the sleeping Russian. Finally I looked down and saw my cock buried in Ryoko's ass. 

"Mmmmm," Akira purred, "that does look like fun." I had mixed emotions about Ryoko's actions but decide to enjoy it and accept her peace offering. "May I?" She asked. My jaw dropped open. "I'll take that as a yes." Akira rose to her knees and crawled to my feet. "You should see her face Kouryou, she is in ecstasy, make her come for me." I shifted my position and got on my knees behind and took over. 

"Head down and ass up." She complied without a word. I settled my hands on her hips and began moving in and out while Akira sat before Ryoko looking deeply into my eyes her lust evident. With a cry Ryoko shuddered in climax. I pulled out and let her roll onto her back trying to catch her breath. Akira silently took her position head down and her finely sculpted ass up. I leaned down and began licking her nether hole getting it wet and relaxed enough to accommodate me. I lashed her hole with my tongue while she purred deep in her chest. I tested her readiness with a finger it slid in easily. She groaned as it entered and moaned as it moved in and out.

"Another." I placed a second finger inside of her, a deeper groan this time. "Another." A third finger followed the first two and moved in unison with the others. "Your cock Kouryou I need your cock." I removed my fingers then placed the head at her entrance. I slowly pushed until the head entered with a pop. I waited for her to adjust then inch-by-inch buried myself deep in her ass. She sucked in her breath when I hilted in her. "I have dreamt of this since I heard your love play. I didn't have the courage to cross the hall and throw myself at your feet. Fuck my ass Kouryou please make me come." I was startled by her sudden confession but the way she said it was like throwing gasoline on a fire. I grabbed her hips fiercely and began to move in and out of her. She began to grunt with each of my thrusts a little louder each time the louder she became the faster I went. Soon I was fucking her ass with long rapid strokes and my cock began to swell in prelude to my orgasm. That seemed to be the final straw for Akira her grunts were became a loud wailing groan. As she cried out and went silent I pushed over the edge and shot pulse after pulse into her. I collapsed atop of her driving deeper still a whimpering sound came from her, "no more, please Kouryou, no more." I laughed and slowly extracted myself and rolled next to Ryoko and let her cuddle with me for a moment.

"Why Ryoko?" It was all I had the strength to say.

"Why, I wanted to repay the kindness and give you the gift of pleasure for my stupidity." I pulled her closer and looked deep into her red eyes.

"Who taught you to dance?" She stiffened but didn't look away the pause seemed to last forever.

"I cannot tell you Kouryou." She flinched as I sat up and looked down at her. My shock must have pained her because she wept openly. 

"When you can tell me come back, until then leave." She dressed and her faerie like body was covered once more and she left without a word. 

"There is a cruel side to your nature Kouryou." Akira said without emotion. "But, you are a just man. You have the right to ask such a thing and it now falls on my cousin's shoulders to reveal or remain silent."

"Will you leave me?" I suddenly could not imagine my life without her. My heart tripped in my chest as I looked over at her.

"Leave you? I would sooner die than leave your side." I smiled and took her into my arms and kissed her fiercely. She returned my kiss with a matching passion. Olga stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes to see us kneeling near her feet.

"Did I miss something?" She asked groggily.

"Not much," I replied, "we are going to marry after the work on the dig is done." Akira looked at me a bit shocked but smiled and laid her head on my chest.

"Nice proposal Kouryou." She whispered for my ears only. "What do you think Olga?" She asked for all to hear.

"Think, I think we need to have a celebration." Olga said smiling and sitting up to stretch. She yawned as I moved over to kiss her cheek.

"I am glad you understand." She hugged me and winked.

"We can still get together until you get married, yes?" I looked over at Akira and she nodded.

"Even afterwards if he wishes. Lust and love are two different things." I looked at her stunned at the truth of her words. I indeed loved her but the accuracy of her words struck a deep chord. 

"You have the same freedom of course." She smiled but I felt that she might not take advantage of it. We cleaned up, dressed and walked to the mess tent with sidelong looks from many of the people walking thru the camp. Ryoko had been rather loud at the end there, so I just smiled and glowed with the aftereffects of my morning wakeup call. 

Otomba sat down at the bench where I was eating my breakfast. His deep voice carried a profound sadness, "Ryoko is not allowed to speak of these things to you, even were you her husband." 

"I recognized the steps from…before. Can you answer the question she cannot?" A painful expression crossed his face as he remembered my lover lost these many years.

"I wish I could help but even I may not speak of this thing, for that I am sorry. Richard my friend I was hoping you and Ryoko would one day wed but I fear that is not to happen." I pondered his words for a time as I finished my meal. 

"Otomba, your daughter is like a creature from another time. She is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But I do not love her and for that I am sorry." He actually smiled which surprised me.

"Perhaps in time, but no not now." He smiled again, "You will always be my friend you have lost so much and deserve what joy you get." I was relieved that our friendship was not compromised. I am sure the look of relief was evident because he actually laughed and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Ryoko will always be there," his face took on a reflective expression, "she is so much like her mother in these things, determined and headstrong."

"I am sorry I never met her." I replied, "She sounds like a remarkable woman." A range of emotions crossed his face but the wistful look of love never truly faded.

"That she was, that she was. You better finish, your guide will be leaving soon for the dig site, you don't want to be late your first day on the job." He smiled, rose to his feet and left. I watched him leave the tent and knew today was going to be a long one. 

I went to my tent and found my gear packed and a pair of hiking boots next to my backpack. Whoever had done me the favor of packing my gear felt I would need the boots; only a fool discounts what is probably sound advice. Sitting on the cot I changed my shoes, slipped the backpack into place and took my walking stick in hand. I was ready to see this site for myself. Excitement mixed with a shadow of fear raced down my spine as I stepped out of my tent and noticed a small group gathering near the edge of the camp. I strolled up and recognized the group from the train along with two new faces. One was a stunning red head attired in safari green. The other was a native boy in his late teens that I guessed was our guide. 

"Professor," Akira broke the silence, "this is Doctor Emily O'Malley our mathematician." I took her hand and shook it as I gazed into her emerald green eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you at last," her Irish accent cut through me like a hot knife thru butter, "I have heard so much about you." She said. It took every ounce of control not to let my jaw drop and act civilized.

"The pleasure is all mine. I have read some of your papers on non-Euclidean geometry Doctor, impressive work to be sure."

"What's all this doctor nonsense, please call me Emily." She smiled brilliantly and I couldn't help but return her smile.

"Then you must call me Richard." I could hardly hear my words for the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

"As long as I get to call you." She whispered as we turned our attention to our guide. My jaw finally dropped but Akira did me the favor of gently closing it for me.

"Honored guests," the young man greeted us, "I am Utulu and your humble guide. The dig is not far but the country can be a little tricky. The undergrowth will be heavy in spots but we have trailbreakers to help clear the way. They have already moved ahead of us so we should have a pretty easy go of it. If there are no problems we should arrive at the dig by sunset so let us get moving and stick close. He turned and led the way without another word. I let the ladies go ahead of me so I could get a good view of Emily's backside and it was fine indeed. For a world-renowned mathematician she was in excellent shape! 

The day seemed to blur on by as the jungle again gave way to the hot dry grasslands. We followed the path cut by the trailbreakers and walked thru the sea of golden blades. We rested twice because of the heat; I drank deep each time from my canteen. I spoke little conserving my strength for the rest of the trek. But the girls seemed to have boundless energy and chatted away switching languages as easily as one changes shoes. I would catch snatches of Russian or Japanese or what I presumed to be Gaelic. Each fluent in the others native tongue and every so often Emily would look back and smile at me like a lion assessing its next meal. I would smile back nervously being left out of the conversation and left to my own thoughts. The longer the day went on the more I relied on my walking stick. I was covered in sweat, but Emily, Akira and Olga wore their perspiration nicely as their clothing clung to every curve of their luscious bodies. 

We halted suddenly and Utulu addressed us once again. "We are nearly there we should be able to reach the bottom before nightfall so gather your strength and do not delay, they paths down can be treacherous in the dark." The group began to move and the grass suddenly gave way to open ground as the dig site was revealed. I stopped dead in my tracks, as did everyone else. The man made canyon was huge, a massive gash in the earth layered with played out diamond mines. I have heard of such places but the enormity of the thing was staggering made beautiful by the prismatic light of the dying sun. Before long we were winding down into the cool pit as we rounded a corner I could make out a wooden building at the very bottom. It looked tiny from our vantage point but steadily grew as we neared the floor. True to his word we reached the bottom just as the last failing light disappeared from the sky. I would hate to have to navigate the narrow trails by night; one false step and you'd be pitched into the canyon falling to your death. 

The three story wooden structure done in a Victorian style was painted a deep umber with bars over many of the windows. A tall Englishman dressed in jungle camouflage met us at the head of the trail; he escorted us to the base camp building in silence. It wasn't until we were settled that he spoke at all. 

"My name is Paul Anthony, I am the security officer for this dig. Anything and everything that comes out of any the site's various chambers will be documented and be placed in my safe keeping. The only exception to this rule," his eyes locked on me, "is professor Sterling." There were gasps and murmurs amidst those I knew and those already stationed here. "He has been given cart blanche in this matter. So if any of you have any questions talk to me." With that the meeting was over and I sat until only Paul and I remained.

"What's going on?" I asked. He reached into one of his many pockets and extracted a sealed envelope. I took, opened it and read the contents. The crisp handwriting on the page belonged to Professor Hyde-White and the words were chilling. 

'…Richard it is vital that you have complete access to all aspects of this project. I have given you administrative privileges in this matter so that you can piece this together. Why? It is because of the past that you are so loath to discuss. Paul will help you in this matter he has my complete confidence.'

The letter went on and on but it was clear the old man expected great things from me. I looked up from the letter and Paul handed me a color-coded key card.

"What is this?" 

"This is your security pass to the archives and the storeroom where most of the artifact are kept. Keep this safe it cannot be replaced." I took the card and placed it in my breast pocket. 

"Anything else I need to know?" He shrugged.

"I am giving a tour of the site in an hour, after that if you can think of anything just ask." I nodded 

Akira was waiting for me in the hall. She moved into my arms and laid her head on my chest my arms slipped around her instinctively. 

"What is going on Kouryou?" Her soft voice drifted up to me.

"I have history in this region of the world. Let's talk while we talk, we have a bit of time before the tour." She looked up and took up a position next to me. "It was over twenty years ago. I was a young art student studying woodworking and metal craft from the tribes in this area. I had already studied in Damascus under master black smiths and weapon smiths. My parents paid for my education and after Damascus I came here to South Africa. I met another student and we fell in love." Akira stroked my arm and I looked into her eyes there was understanding and not a hint of jealousy. "Her name was Amanda Clark." Suddenly her face popped into my mind's eye piercing the veil of space and time. The flash of gray eyes, her heart shaped face and button nose. I remembered the tilt of her head when she laughed at one of my stupid jokes or the sound of her voice when we made love. I could almost feel the silky touch of her skin, her breasts and the way she felt wrapped around me. "I fell hard and fast for her. She was driven to know, secrets were her drug of choice and she had the dizzying intellect to solve nearly any conundrum. And that is what led to her untimely end." Akira looked curiously at me I continued. "There was a storm…"

I awoke to Amanda's face over me. "It's time to go." She dragged me to my feet and I dressed in a sleepy fog.

"Amanda what's going on?" I jumped at the peel of thunder like the voice of god loud and deafening. She smiled and counted silently three seconds later a flash of lightning lit my room with a pure white blaze. 

"Come on time is running out!" I followed her down the stairs and into the storm. The rain was falling in moving walls of water that shifted direction without warning but Amanda seemed impervious. I wished I shared her immunity but I had to shoulder myself thru the wind and rain as she led me into the jungle. The trees offered a bit of protection but clearings bore the full fury of the storm. I pulled her close pressing my lips to her ear to be heard.

"Where are we going?" She simply smiled and waved me on thru the torrent and flares. The ground began to rise steadily and became rockier. I was thankful for the relief the new terrain provided and barely had the sense of mind to notice markings on the stonework we were racing past. They were similar to those still being used by some of the tribes I studied with yet more complex. Like a parent tongue etched there for anyone to see and Amanda had found it! "I need to rest." Amazingly she heard me and nodded. "How did you find these?" She smiled and handed me a key on a chain.

"This opens my foot locker, the answer lies there. I want you to have it all." She rose and smiled a flash of lightning illuminated her features giving her an almost fevered gleam in her eyes. I slipped the chain around my neck and felt its chilling weight. Not another word passed between us until we arrived at the steps. The scale of the construction was all wrong, too large for humans and the aging pictographs told their story as we descended.

"What is this place?" I knelt on one of the steps and saw a line of glyphs framing the pictograph; they were etched into the living stone black on black. I traced some of them and I almost made a connection. It was like a blind person reading brail, my fingers seemed to recognize on some level the sound of each symbol and tried to whisper it to me but it was just below my hearing threshold. Amanda watched looking up from two steps below.

"The stone is speaking to you." It wasn't a question it was fact. "This is holy ground Richard, this is where advanced humans were born." I was stunned by the revelation because deep down inside I knew somehow that she was right. Finally the steps ended and the ebony door stood before us…

"I fled the sanctuary up the stairs into the storm, I never saw her again." We ended our walk outside where a group was gathering for the tour of the dig site. Akira stood quietly for a long moment.

"What was in the foot locker?" Her voice was level and controlled.

"An old leather bound book and her translation of the work. There was also a sketchbook with some very 'unique' work within." 

"O.K. people let's get moving." Peter's voice drew me from my reverie. I squeezed Akira's hand. We walked hand in hand towards an electric tram and took a seat near the back. Emily sat just ahead of us she looked over her shoulder and winked. The tram began its journey over the rough ground. The redhead rose in her seat and turned around facing us. She had adjusted her shirt having undone the last three and top three buttons and tied it under her quite ample chest. The effect left little to the imagination and she seemed quite happy to tease me as they jiggled in time with the tram's meandering passage. Akira's hand settled between my legs feeling my growing hardness at the stimulating view of the fiery Irish lass' jiggling breasts. Emily's eyes watched as my flesh grew harder with the one two combination. She licked her lips and looked at Akira who nodded, with a fluid motion the redhead slipped back into our seat positioning herself so I was between them.

Peter drove the tram up a wooden ramp and into the abandoned mine. The rough-hewn rock was poorly illuminated by the tram's headlight as we traveled into the bowels of the earth. In the darkness I felt two hands in my crotch and soon my hardness was exposed to the chilly air of the dig. Shortly after that a hot wet mouth wrapped around the tip and I knew without a doubt it was Emily. Her technique was different and oh her yearning was fierce. She deepthroated me with abandon and her head was soon bobbing up and down fast and hard on my length. She reached up and took my hand and placed it on her head. My fingers laced in her hair and I began to dictate her speed and depth of her very talented tongue and mouth. 

Deeper and deeper we traveled and the vibration of the pitted passage translated into my bones jarring my teeth delivering a deep ache throughout my body and nearly gagging the lovely redhead. I was so close to climaxing I was slamming her head up and down as the tram slowed. Akira watched with a glitter of unveiled lust in her eyes. My fingers became a fist as my toes curled in an amazing orgasm. 




The Dark Muse Ch. 05



"Swallow it all or else!" I whispered as her throat worked furiously to catch every last drop and much to my surprise she lifted her head wiped the side of her mouth and smiled brilliantly. Akira tucked my shrinking organ back into my pants and zipped me up. I looked at Emily dead in the eye challenging her but she returned my gaze unflinching. "When we get back I am going to fuck you silly."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" She whispered back.

"Yes." I responded, her only answer another dazzling smile.

When we stopped I was grateful for the time to recover before the tram unloaded its cargo. As amazing as the blowjob had been it was forgotten by the sight before me. The cavern was anything but natural and the rough opening into it hinted at an antiquity that humbled everyone. I was not alone in the feeling of being a guest in this chamber of eternity. The domed ceiling rose into darkness, I had read the ultrasound reports giving the full measurements to the inch. Over a million square feet in this chamber alone, and the glyphs amazingly covered every square foot of the walls and floor.

Scaffolding still lined parts of the walls where workers were taking photographs of the growing string of individual symbols. We had all read the reports of the discovery of how a small earthquake, common in this area, had caused an opening in the wall. The cartel sent in agents to see if any structural damage had been done and lo and behold the primary chamber was revealed! The cascade effect had occurred and now I stand here standing in the presence of a society that existed twenty million years ago! The archaeologists were going ape over the readings coming out of these caverns. The accepted history of the human race was being turned upside-down, there were even rumors of non-human sentience being attributed to the glyphs. The language was completely alien according to any linguist that had yet been brought on board. But I felt a connection to the symbols and the artifacts were the clue of that I had no doubt. 

"Is it okay to touch?" I asked a nearby worker. He smiled and nodded.

"Whatever peculiar composition makes up these walls, the acid on your fingers is actually good for the surface. Touch all ya want."

I reached up and traced a nearby symbol and again reestablished that connection between the symbols and myself. The process, which created these etchings, felt smooth and almost machined yesterday. I ran the flat of my hand over several symbols my lips moving of their own accord forming alien syllables that hadn't been spoken in uncounted years.

"Kouryou?" I blinked and looked down at Akira. "Kouryou are you alright?" I nodded and attempted a smile that never reached my eyes.

"I will be alright let's continue."

We visited several smaller chambers where in some artifacts were still lying about. Some items it was obvious their purpose at just a glance, but some defied analysis. They almost appeared to be parts of some larger object but no matter how they were ordered they made no sense. There was a sense like a word on the tip of your tongue, but more profound. After the last chamber was visited we made our way back to the tram to be returned to the base camp where we could sleep or discuss what we had seen or whatever we chose to do. 

I caught Peter alone; "I want everyone working on this dig's bio when it is convenient." He nodded without a word. I found my seat next to Akira she looked sidelong at me. "I made a request that's all."

"I can read lips by the way, why that particular request?" I raised an eyebrow and pondered answering her or not.

"Truth be told I want to know the resources that are being used here. I am curious what the average IQ is." She snickered but returned to her serious demeanor quickly.

"You have other reasons but I can wait." She smiled knowing she had read me correctly. I didn't mind but kept my own thoughts until a nagging question was answered and only the bios could answer that question. 

There came a knock at my door. 

"Come in." Paul opened the door and a burly guard carried a small filing cabinet and set it next to the desk on the west wall. The guard turned without a word Paul sat on the edge of my desk.

"May I enquire why you want this information?" I paused for a long moment before answering him.

"I don't want to sound crazy." There was a slight tremor to my voice.

"We are sitting on a site that is twenty million years old I seriously doubt you could say anything that would sound crazy." I handed him a piece of paper with a list on it. Paul read the list and a confused look came on his face. "Alright I may be dense at times but what do these programs have to do with anything? I mean one is a 3-D modeling program, some are medical software what is the connection?" I gave him a pained look before answering.

"I want to take the DNA from each person and make comparison of breeding results."

"Breeding results?" He seemed completely baffled.

"I want to see if any unusual permutations are possible. My gut instinct is that no one here is present out of chance, there is a very subtle plan playing itself out." His face lost color when he looked at me, as if my vision infected his sense of sanity and took away his last bit of innocence. 

"You are talking about eugenics, planned breeding for a very particular outcome." I nodded shocked at his quick grip of the situation I was describing. "Who could plan such a thing, I mean the time you are talking about? Its inhuman, the patience required is unthinkable."

"You put your finger on it, inhuman. An intelligence that is far alien from ours and perhaps even immortal. What the end product cannot even be guessed at but I want to at least try." Paul rose to his feet and folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. He looked at me one last time before leaving my room closing the door behind him.

"You asked." I said to the empty air.

I was lying in my bed when the door opened and the redheaded Irish lass entered on sly feet. She closed the door behind her and as she crossed the floor her clothing seemed to evaporate and as I lifted the cover her nude body slid in next to my own. Our bodies fit together ever so nice, she molded to the crook in my arm like she was born to be there. Her emerald eyes found mine, "You said something between a threat and a promise earlier I am here to find out the truth of it." I smiled and pulled her up so I could kiss her, it was like an open current when our lips met. I was lost in the moment there was only the unbridled passion as our lips and tongues dueled. My breathing came in ragged gasps as she drank my life with a simple kiss. 

"The truth is between my legs." My voice came ragged after our lips broke contact. Her hand snaked between my legs and sought the genuineness of my words; she smiled as her fingers touched the reality of the situation.

"I am yours." She whispered in my ear.

"I know."