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Past Lives

By: Tattletale



I worked at many different jobs to pay my way through college. I delivered pizza, waited tables, washed dishes and sorted books at the library. I pumped gas, trimmed trees, fried burgers, and walked dogs. I would take just about anything that I could fit into my class schedule. I was in between jobs and was getting desperate when I saw the following ad tacked to the bulletin board outside the cafeteria:

"Students needed for Psychology Department research project. Must be open-minded. Generous pay. Call Professor Kelly at extension 642."

I rushed to the closest phone and called Professor Kelly's office. If she was in charge of the project, that was all the incentive I needed to volunteer. She was the only beautiful female professor on the campus. I knew guys who took her classes just so they could stare at her cleavage for an hour every couple of days. I spoke to her assistant and made an appointment for that evening. 

I had butterflies in my stomach when I arrived at Professor Kelly's office for my appointment. She looked hot in a tight cashmere sweater that I assumed was a gift from an admirer. Her skirt came to just above her knees, the perfect length - not so short that it attracted criticism from her stuffy peers, but short enough to please her fans. Her pretty face was framed by fluffy, blonde hair. She had been conservative with her makeup, using only lipstick and two dabs of rouge. 

"Larry, do you know what reincarnation is?" she asked. 

"Isn't that a belief that we live many lives, that after we die we come back as someone else? Personally, I think it's nonsense."

"Yes, that's right. And I'm glad you are skeptical. You'll make a better subject than you would if you were a believer. Do you know what regression is?"

"No, I've never heard of that."

"It's possible to recall memories of past lives while under hypnosis. That's what this project is about. I have received a grant to conduct this research. I would like to hypnotize you and try to regress you to a past life. I think you'll find it interesting. It might even give you some insights into your present life."

After we discussed how much I would be paid, she asked me to stretch out on the couch and make myself comfortable. She dimmed the lights, took a seat behind me, and began speaking to me in a soft monotone. I immediately became drowsy. 

"Now you are relaxing more and more with each passing second. All of the tension is leaving your body. You feel as though you are floating on a cloud without a care in the world. Now I am going to count to three, and when I say three, you will fall into a deep state of relaxation. One... two... three. Now I want you to go back in time."

A short time passed and then I began seeing images. Faces came toward me out of the darkness. It was as though I were going back in time and passing these people along the way. Then it happened - I was reliving a chapter of a previous life. 

"Larry, can you see anything?" the Professor asked. 

"Yes. I'm in a large room among dozens of people wearing white togas. They are laughing and joking in a strange language. I'm completely naked. A beautiful young woman is kneeling in front of me sucking my enormous cock. I sense that she is a slave. I'm looking down at the many scars on my body and getting a sense of my identity. I'm a famous gladiator. When I fight in the arena, I fight naked so the spectators can see my enormous cock swinging between my legs. The fighting always arouses me, and by the time I finish off my opponent, I always have an enormous hard-on. I'm not a slave, but a nobleman who fights for money, fame and women. I don't know how I know these things, I just do."

"Behind the slave girl, I see an older woman of about fifty laying on pillows. She and I are the only ones naked. A smiling man sitting next to the woman motions me forward. I get the impression that he is an important man, maybe a senator. I can't understand everything they are saying, but I sense that they are husband and wife and that he wants me to knock her up. I'm mounting her and lining my cock up with her pussy. I'm pushing hard now as I try to penetrate her. Now I'm fucking her tight cunt. She's very slick inside but my cock is so big that I have to push hard to get deep inside her. She's bucking up against me. The husband is laughing and urging both of us on. She's panting, clawing at my back and shouting "mi figlio". I recognize those words; they mean "my son". I'm fucking my own mother! She shrieks that she is coming, and I'm coming with her. I'm getting off of her now. Two muscular slaves are coming forward, taking her by the ankles, and holding her upside down. I'm losing it now. It's fading away."

I awoke and found the Professor standing above me with a look of disbelief on her face. "Oh, my God, Professor, it worked. It was the most incredible experience of my life. It felt like the real thing. It felt like I was there, reliving the whole thing. All of my senses were functioning."

"I know all about it. You told me. " That came as a surprise, because even though I vividly remembered the experience, I did not remember narrating it to her. She handed me a box of Kleenex, and said, "I think you had better go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. You had a little accident."

My face turned as red as a beet when I saw the dark stain on my pants. I hurried to her small bathroom and did my best to clean up the mess. Even though I had never been more embarrassed in my life, I was also tremendously excited. I had always been skeptical about reincarnation. I suspected it was just wishful thinking by people who craved immortality. Now I knew that it was true. I had had an epiphany, and it changed my life forever. 

I returned to the office and tried to apologize. She told me not to give it a second thought, that it was a bodily function and nothing more. As we listened to the audio tape of the session, my face once again turned red. 

"Professor, I'm so sorry about the bad language. I don't remember saying any of this."

"Don't worry about it. Why don't you call me Irene? We're not in the classroom now. There's no question in my mind that you had a life in Rome, or at least, in the Roman Empire. It would be nice to know which era you lived in."

"Irene, please send me back. I'll try to find out."

"No. The chances of going back to that event in that particular life are virtually non-existent. Anyway, I never regress anyone more than once a day. I'm absolutely convinced that you had an authentic regression. I've never had a subject respond so quickly and provide so much detailed information. Come back the same time next week and we'll try again."

I tossed and turned that night. I could not stop thinking about my experience. I wondered about my life as a Roman gladiator. Had I died in the arena to the cheers of thousands of bloodthirsty spectators? Had I made my mother pregnant? I tried without success to hypnotize myself. I finally fell asleep. 

I don't know how I made it through that week. I couldn't think of anything but my regression experience. I wasn't getting enough sleep at night and my grades suffered. The week seemed like a month. 

I was early for my next appointment with Dr. Kelly. I prayed that my experience of the previous week had not been a fluke. Irene looked even hotter than she had the last time. She had applied more makeup and unbuttoned her blouse all the way down to her brassiere. I tried not to let her heavenly cleavage distract me. 

"You had better put this on before we begin," she said, as she shoved a foil packet across the desk. I went to the bathroom and masturbated to get my cock hard enough for the condom, then returned to the office and stretched out on the couch. I tried to clear my mind of all distractions as Irene began her intentionally monotonous spiel. Faces, some beautiful and some hideous, came out of the darkness. Suddenly, I was there, in some distant place and time. 

"Can you see anything, Larry," Irene whispered. 

"I'm naked and kneeling on a bed. A beautiful woman is lying naked in front of me. She is in her fifties, maybe even older, but still very beautiful. She is wearing a silver wig and a lot of jewelry. Baubles are attached to her nipples. There is a beauty mark on her cheek. Her arms are extended toward me. The bed is surrounded by dozens of people, some naked, some wearing clothes. I recognize the language from my French classes in high school. The people are shouting and laughing. They are saying, "Fuck her. Fuck your mother."

"Through an open door, I can see people dancing. The women are all wearing white wigs and long, floor-length gowns. Many of them have one, or both breasts bared. I have seen the dance in movies and know that it is called the minuet. I'm climbing on top of my mother now. She is trying to stuff my big cock into her pussy. I'm in! She's so slick that somebody must have had her before me. I'm pumping my cock in and out now while the others cheer me on. "Fuck her harder," they are saying. "Fuck your mother harder. " Oh, God, she's fucking me back. It feels wonderful. Her big soft tits are against my chest. She smells like lilacs. She's wrapping her legs around my waist and begging me to fuck her harder and faster. She's screaming so loud that my ears are ringing. I'm making my mother come. Oh, fuck, now I'm coming. I'M SHOOTING MY LOAD INTO MY MOTHER! The others are pulling me off and another man is going forward to take my place. I'm losing it now. It's fading out."

I came out of the trance in time to see Irene adjusting her clothes. I suspect that her scientific detachment had given way to lust and that she had her hand down in her panties. 

"It's just amazing!" she said. "Two times, and both times you recalled sexual experiences with your mothers. If I didn't know better, I would think you are trying to pull off a hoax. Have you ever had sexual thoughts about your mother in this life?"

"Well, sure. My mother is very beautiful. I wouldn't be human if I didn't fantasize about, well, you know."

She pondered my confession for awhile and then said, "That must be it. Your desire for your mother in this life somehow steers you toward those events in your past lives."

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. The tip of the rubber was full of spunk. There was so much of it that the rubber probably would have burst if it had been a cheaper brand. I tied a knot in it and tossed it into the wastebasket. I returned to the office, where Irene was rewinding the tape. 

"Well?" she asked. 

"Yes, I did it again. The condom was a good idea."

"Judging by your descriptions of the costumes, music and dancing, you lived in France. The minuet was popular during the reign of Louis the Sixteenth. French aristocrats frequently indulged in lavish orgies. The women often bared one or both of their breasts. It was considered stylish. Mother-son and father-daughter incest was common. I find it very interesting that the regressions end as soon as you come... er... I mean ejaculate. It's as though your sexual energy keeps them alive."

I wanted to take another trip back in time, but knew better than to ask. That night I lay in bed and replayed the French experience again and again. I wondered about my life as a French aristocrat. Had I made my beautiful mother pregnant? Had I ended up on the guillotine? Jacking off made me drowsy enough to fall asleep. 

"Larry, I would like your permission to write a book about your regressions. We've made a major breakthrough in the field of regression therapy and we must share it with the world."

It was a week after my French regression experience and I was sitting across the desk from Professor Kelly, who was becoming more radiant each week. 

"No way, Irene. You can't tell the world that I fucked my mothers in my other lives."

"Well, I wouldn't use your real name. Anyway, it was a long time ago. You haven't fucked your mother in this life, have you?" My cock jerked when I heard her say "fuck". 

"No, of course not. Well, I guess a book is a good idea. I'm convinced that reincarnation is real and I do want others to know about it."

I went to the bathroom and put a condom on my cock, then made myself comfortable on the couch. Irene began her spell-inducing monologue in her satiny voice. The real world faded out and I began another journey into the darkness. The disembodied heads floated toward me, some smiling, some scowling. Friends and enemies from previous lives, perhaps? Then suddenly I was regressed. 

"Larry, can you see anything?"

"Yes. I'm bent over a bed with a tit in my mouth. Another man is sucking her other tit, and another is between her legs lapping her pussy. An older man is sitting next to the bed playing with his cock. I'm looking at her face now. She's an older woman, but she is still very pretty. I'm running my hand down across her belly. She's a little plump, but very nice. The guy who is licking her pussy is getting to his knees. His big cock is fully hard. The other tit-sucker and I move aside so he can mount her. Now he's fucking her hard and fast. Their bellies are smacking together."

"I'm in a log cabin. I'm going to a window now to try to see where I am. I see nothing but wilderness for miles. There are snow-capped mountains in the distance. Now I'm at another window. Nothing here, either. I see a shallow pan on a crude table - a gold-mining pan. A few nuggets are scattered next to it. We're gold-miners in the wilderness of Alaska. The woman is the only woman within a thousand miles so we all have to share her."

"The oldest man is calling me forward. He tells me to do my duty to my mother. He must be my father and the other men are my brothers. My mother is telling me to hurry. I'm climbing on top of her now. She's trying to stuff my cock into her pussy. I'm in! Her pussy is making squishing sounds as I ram my cock in. Her belly is coming up against mine so hard that I can hardly keep my cock in her. She's howling like a wild animal. She's coming now. Her pussy is sucking at my cock. I can't hold it back. I'M COMING! I'm getting off of her now. My father is coming forward to take his turn. He's driving his thick cock into the mess made by his sons. It's fading out now. I'm losing it."

I awoke to find Irene on her knees next to the couch with her big, beautiful tits hanging out of her dress. She was fumbling with my belt buckle. I helped her out, and as soon as I had my pants loosened she pulled them down around my knees. As she tugged the rubber free of my cock, the spunk ran down over the shaft. Irene's warm, wet mouth closed around my cock. She sucked it better than anyone ever had. Her soft, wet lips stimulated the thousands of nerves in the head and throat. 

Having succeeded in her goal of keeping me hard, she straddled me, hitched up her dress, and impaled herself on my cock. There was a look of unbridled lust on her face as she posted up and down on my prong. "It's about time you fucked someone beside your mothers," she hissed. I finally shook off my catatonia and took action. Planting my feet squarely on the couch, I began thrusting up into her tunnel of love. I roughly fondled her soft tits and pulled them toward me. As I nursed on her, she began keening, softly at first and then louder until I feared we might be overheard. 

"Oh, my God, that's it! You're hitting all the right spots. I'm going to come. HUH... HUH... HUH... HUH... I'M COMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She came for a long time, and before she was finished, my load was deep inside her. From then on, all of the regression sessions ended with us fucking. I was getting more sex than I had ever had in my life. Irene's best-selling book had twenty-one chapters, and, in each one, I fucked my mother in that particular life. Irene jokingly called me "the world's greatest mother-fucker."

I gave my beautiful mother a gift copy of the book and she loved it. Of course, I didn't tell her that I was the protagonist. Now I wonder when I will fulfill my destiny by fucking her. 

Past Lives



Chapter 1

As Lukas rolled out of the portal, he landed on his feet and took a good look around, all his senses primed for danger. The place hit him with its hot and stifled air and sulphurous stench, and a dozen memories, all bad.

Still he felt excited rather than afraid or lost in the past, not in the least because of the weight of the gun tucked in his belt. People often called him good or even innocent, though never naive, but to Lukas that didn't mean much. He was just himself, and now he felt powerful because he had a big gun and friends on their way.

Part of him wished to take those friends, and the gun, and search these luminescent tunnels for a few of those demons and teach them a lesson, get his revenge on them for what they had done to him. But that side of him was not very strong and he could ignore it easily, so he waited for Melissa to come through the portal, keeping an eye on the tunnel on both sides.

And the next moment her beautiful face came through, looking around but focussing on him, and he held out his hands to help her through. It was quite a squeeze, Melissa was built on a very luscious scale and tall as well, and as he helped her stand up the thought of her soft white flesh underneath her simple linen dress gave him a flash of heat. 

But this was neither the place nor the time to think of making love, so he suppressed the feeling and kept a good look on the tunnels. His urges had gotten him in trouble often enough, but he hoped he was a bit wiser now.

Melissa's dad seemed to think so. He had not asked to speak with Lukas before they all came here, but he had spoken at length with Paul, and a few moments with his daughter, and both were in some distress afterwards. Lukas' newly awakened Gift had caught their strongest feelings, and both were worried that going to Lukas' world would damage their love for one another.

Jakob must have warned them that the different morals in the world they were visiting would not leave them untouched. Lukas knew this would happen, but he trusted in himself to right any problems springing up between them because they would be expected to share love more freely. He would keep an eye on their feelings, and if something went askew he'd just solve the problem.

The immovable bond between Paul and Melissa was the foundation of his own stability, the one thing that made his ever strengthening calling bearable, he was certainly not going to let that weaken even the slightest bit.

Everything would be all right.

As soon as she was on her feet, Melissa noticed Lukas keeping an eye on the tunnels, so she watched the portal for the next arrivals. Almost immediately, her own luggage came through, and Paul's, then Paul's head appeared, and she helped him out and on his feet as Lukas had helped her. When he was on both feet again, they simultaneously shouldered their backpacks and took a good look around.

They were in a large tunnel, natural or hewn, that was impossible to see in the dim lighting. Come to think of it, it was a miracle there was light at all, it seemed as if the walls gave off a slight luminescence, enabling them to see about ten yards ahead in both directions.

The air was hot and stifling, and smelled very unhealthy. It was a miracle that Lukas didn't suffer from a lung condition, having been kept captive here for months.

Melissa quickly checked on him, and he did not seem distraught by being in the place of his captivity once again, he seemed excited, actually. His voice broke the silence of the tunnel: 'This way leads to a large grotto, the other one leads outside, but you don't want to go there, it's horrible and dead and the stench is worse. 

Actually, I suggest we leave this place as quickly as possible. My father told me we can stand in a group and activate the spell once. Will you do the honours, Paul? Your Greek is well-accented, and you have the most power.'

Standing close together and holding hands, Paul now spoke the spell Hermes had taught all three of them, and Melissa immediately felt it take effect, making her dizzy, the floor seemed to drop a few feet, she couldn't see or feel her body anymore, but before she got really scared she felt a hard surface under her feet and the dizziness stopped.

The smell alone told her they were somewhere else entirely, it was still hot, but the air was no longer thick, and though it was slightly musty, it was fine to breathe.

As she looked at her companions in the bit of light a long narrow horizontal slit in the wall provided, she could see Paul was fine, looking around him warily but also excitedly.

But Lukas did not look so good. He was flat on his face as if he'd been struck with something, and reaching out to him she felt he was shaking, tiny tremors running up and down his body. His breathing was heavy and slow, he seemed to be suffering some fit.

Lukas of course had been taken along on these spell-bound journeys since he was a young child, so he knew the dizzy feeling and the lack of sensory input, he knew it would only last a minute. But as soon as he had found his feet back on solid ground, he was struck with a very powerful feeling, like a lightning strike but only slightly painful, and the overwhelming force threw him to the ground.

For a moment he could not move, his body was shuddering with the power moving through it, and his nerves screamed at him from the tips of his toes and the bases of his horns, and everywhere in between.

His body was still paralysed with the shock, and there were tremors rippling through his skin, but he was not in pain and he did not feel bad at all. On the contrary!

The first thing he became aware of, was Melissa holding him and calling to him in a panicked voice. He couldn't understand what she was saying, there was a rushing noise in his ears that drowned out every sound from outside, and he could not move, yet. There was nothing he could do physically until his body had completed its transformation, so he moved his awareness to his own insides.

The main thing he felt was power, more magic power than he had ever seen accumulated in any being, except his father just before he went through the portal. The power was everywhere, it filled his senses completely, it caused the rush in his ears, and the tremors on his skin.

As he started to become used to being so full of power, his attention started to broaden a little, and he found other changes. His legs, already heavily muscled, now seemed stronger than mere flesh, they felt as a coiled metal spring, ready for explosive action.

His mind no longer seemed to have a boundary, very scary at first, to have no limit to his thoughts, but he also found he could concentrate to the exclusion of everything else, and realized he had in fact totally shut off his connection to his friends. It had been totally automatic, and it had been total, for a few moments they had just ceased to exist.

That was when he realized what had just happened, the detachment he experienced proved to him without a doubt that he had just come into his own, had been transformed into a god. Again, Jakob had alluded to this, Melissa's father had known that the feelings he experienced when healing people were not supposed to stick with him. The mental trauma he lived through with his patients again and again, the physical pain he shared as if he was hurt himself, he was supposed to be able to let that go, to be detached from it, as he was now detached from the two people he loved most in this world and theirs.

His Gift had come upon him in a world not his own, and he had used it to help people, but the things he experienced whilst healing became part of his own experiences, part of his character. He couldn't let go of them.

Jakob had known that as soon as he set foot on his own world, his body would transform to house his enormous Gift properly, with the amount of power it needed to be used, and the detachment he needed to stay sane. The fears he had had from the moment his Gift had started to grow out of proportion to his person were no longer based on reality, he could let them go.

But the love he felt for his friends was now also in danger of being lost, the friends who had come with him to save him from his own Gift, who were risking their lives, and unknowingly, their love for each other, all for him. He did not want to lose the intense love he felt for them in this new detachment and in the expansion of his mind, and fortunately with a bit of searching he found that he still had it, exactly as it had been. 

He wanted to share his life with them so much, the crafting, the loving, the quiet life, hopefully soon enriched with some students and some children, sadly not his own, but Melissa and Paul's would be fine too, or even orphans.

He wanted to go back to Victorian London very much, and right now he wanted to see and feel his friends again as well as love them.

When he directed his attention outwards again, he saw both Paul and Melissa really close to him, but averting their faces, eyes closed as tightly as they could. He realized he was glowing with power, so he slammed a shield in place. As soon as the light was gone, they looked at him, in worry and wonder.

His body could move again, and how!, so he sat up on his knees and felt their intense relief wash over him, and over that, their intense love, and this made him so incredibly happy that he laughed out loud, gathered both of them in his arms, and said: 'Wow!'

When Paul had found himself back on solid ground after the disorientation of the spell, he checked the room they were in and it was as dark as one would expect from a basement, the only light coming in from a ventilation opening high up in one wall. 

The room was empty, the walls made of rough plaster, the floor a magnificent multicoloured mosaic with detailed scenes depicting Hermes in all walks of his life. Looking around, he saw Melissa dropping to her knees, bending over Lukas' still shape. His body looked as if it had been thrown to the ground with force, and little shocks were still causing it to shudder, it was a horrible sight.

Quickly, he sank to the ground as well, reaching out for Lukas' neck to feel his pulse, and check whether he was breathing. 

His vital signs were fine, but his condition was still worrying, something was going on inside Lukas and it didn't look good. Melissa was distraught, she tried to get a reaction from Lukas but he was not responding. Paul put an arm around her to calm her a little, but in the meantime, he didn't feel all that calm himself. His dear friend seemed to have been struck by something powerful, but it could not have been the spell, it was just a simple translocation spell, and there was no-one here but themselves. 

Slowly, Lukas started to light up as if he was working magic, only the light intensified until it hurt his eyes and he had to avert his face. Then it suddenly went out, and at the same time his friend started to move. Lukas rose to his knees in one fluent move, wrapped both Melissa and himself in a loving embrace, and said: 'Wow!'

Just: 'Wow!' nothing more, no explanation, but Paul was so happy to see his loving friend alive and looking rather well, that he didn't say anything, he just enjoyed the three-way hug and the love it contained.

When kneeling became uncomfortable, Paul sat down on the mosaic floor and looked at the others. Melissa was clearly relieved, he knew she loved Lukas nearly as much as she loved him, a fact that had taken him some time to accept, but she had so much love to give, and he had learned to love Lukas himself, so he never felt cut short.

He took her hand and squeezed it gently, glad they had made it here safely after all.

And Lukas, whatever caused him to sprawl blacked out on the floor, it had clearly not done any lasting damage, and it had been quite profound. He was still a bit stunned, eyes filled with wonder, flexing his arms and hands, touching his incredibly muscular legs as if they hadn't been his for half a century.

Paul was nearly dying of curiosity, but he had never had the habit to ask people's minds, if one just kept quiet and gave them the opportunity, they usually spoke their thoughts all by themselves, and the extra time he gave them to formulate usually meant they made a lot more sense, and were often a lot more forthcoming.

In the months he had been together with Melissa, he had noticed that she had started to emulate him in this, which she did now, and so they watched Lukas together, sitting on the gorgeous mosaic floor hand in hand, until he would be ready to explain his exclamation.

Actually, Lukas had been one of the few people on whom Paul's method had not worked, when they first knew each other his persisting silence had often given Lukas a lot of stress, as he had been aching to tell Paul something but didn't dare to speak.

Lukas had no idea where his awe of Paul had come from, he had felt it from the first time he met him, and even a growing intimacy with the serious young man had left him still unable to touch him familiarly.

Of course, they hadn't started out on the best of terms, Lukas had dropped into Paul's life unexpectedly as the dependent alien lover of the woman Paul admired in secret, well, not exactly in secret, for she knew of Paul's interest in her, but at the very least silently, for Paul had managed to hide the depth of his devotion to Melissa incredibly well, so that she only found out about it much later, after she had taken immense trouble to hunt him down and get him to love her.

But Lukas had felt the intensity of Paul's love for Melissa from the start, and had not understood why the man didn't tell her about it, nor did he understand why his own presence was unwelcome to Paul, for he had no idea what jealousy was.

Still, Paul had always been friendly to Lukas, had never taken his jealousy out on him, so there was no reason for Lukas to be afraid to touch him. Except that as he got to know Paul better, through being taught by him, through the unfortunate affair with his horns, through working and living with him, he had fallen as much in love with Melissa's admirer as he had with her.

But by then he had learned that people existed who were strictly monogamous, unable to love more than one person, and Paul was one of them, setting Lukas up for rejection of his own still-growing love for the man he admired for his seriousness, and his artistry, and all right, for his beauty as well.

Was it his fear of rejection that had caused Lukas to feel such adulation, such an almost fearful love for this man who could have been his son?

By the time Lukas realized his reverence for Paul was not natural, he could no longer rationalize where it had come from, he could not even resist it anymore, he was hopelessly caught in an unending circle of admiring Paul, wanting to touch him, not daring to touch him, admiring him even more.

And Paul had not blamed him for that reverence, had accepted his love, had tried to wean Lukas away from his fearful admiration slowly, by becoming ever more intimate with him, by giving himself to Lukas as much as he could. Only when Lukas' real age had become know, at the same time that his Gift had begun to increase beyond human comprehension, had Paul started to become uncomfortable with the awe in which Lukas held him, but by then they had fortunately become so intimate already, that Lukas had gained a lot of trust in Paul's love for him, and he had managed to largely get over the feeling of awe and to just touch him whenever he felt like it.

So it was now, Lukas was no longer awed by or in fear of Paul, he used the silence Paul offered him for what it was meant to give, time to collect his thoughts, time to formulate what he wanted to say. And he was going to explain to them what had happened, but first he was going to give them a little love, for all the power that had been given to him was overflowing and he wanted to share it with the friends who had given him so much of their own love.

Melissa could clearly see something had changed, again, or maybe further was better, in Lukas. Paul's silence used to make him insecure or uncomfortable, but now he used it as Paul offered it, to collect his thoughts before he spoke, and this time Lukas' thoughts were lengthy and profound.

Still, he reached his moment of communication, and with it proved that he was no longer afraid to touch Paul, for he got up, kneeled in front of him, and at the same time embraced him and kissed him ardently.

That kiss was answered with fervour, and as usual, Melissa did not feel excluded by it, but very much stimulated. And after Lukas had satisfied his need to give Paul some love, he moved to Melissa herself, and kissed her as ardently and as lengthily, leaving her breathless afterwards.

Then he sat back down and said: 'I think I just came into my own. My body has changed and my mind has changed, they have adapted to the size of my Gift. 

Your father knew this would happen, Melissa. You will not believe how much power I have, you'll never need to feed me power again.

I no longer fear my destiny, the trauma and the hurt of the people I heal can no longer control my mind for I have been given detachment. But I greatly fear that the detachment will cause me to drift from my love for you. Will you remind me to stay close to you?'

Of course Melissa had been afraid to lose Lukas since his change had set in, pretty much after he had started healing regularly. He had been growing up so fast, often showing his life-experience, losing his rakishness. A lot of that was due to the things he had experienced of course, and being able to let those memories go might bring his innocence back.

But at the same time, to suddenly become detached from humanity was a real danger to his loving nature, the part of Lukas she loved most, the heartbreakingly sweet, cheeky rascal, was as far from a god as she could imagine. Melissa knew the coming days would be crucial. 

They would both have to stay close to him and remind him of his love for them constantly, for if they didn't, her fear would certainly come true. It was clear Lukas was now a god, at least in this world, and everyone knew Greek gods were notorious for their thoughtless treatment of mortals, even those they loved.

Whilst she was contemplating, Paul, always the decisive one, had already taken action. Lukas was in his arms, having his horn-bases very gently scratched, eyes half-closed.

Of course Melissa wanted her share of the loving too, sitting down next to Paul she kissed him, and soon felt a nimble hand moving up her dress and caressing her thighs with greed. She had had several dresses made in a style and materials suitable to a much hotter climate and much looser morals, taking advice from both Lukas and Frances, the latter having visited modern Greece only a few years ago.

The cream dress she was wearing now was long and flowing, made out of cool linen, it wrapped around her and was held with a mulberry coloured sash. She was not wearing a corset, Lukas had told her no-one did in his world, and it was an incredible relief to do without, for the heat already was oppressive, she didn't want to think of how a close-fitting, double stitched garment would feel against her sensitive white skin.

Her breasts missed the support and the protection of the corset, but she guessed they would soon become accustomed to their new freedom, it was clear that the men in her life already had, for besides the hand underneath her single-layered, loose fitting dress, now slowly moving upwards to a place she felt heating up rapidly, another hand, as nimble though a bit larger, was exploring the new dress' freedom by caressing her breasts, whilst its owner was still kissing her with fervour, and transferring his own rising ardour to the horn he was scratching ever more firmly now.




Past Lives



The guys still wore their customary linen shirts, and Paul his linen trousers, leather vest and even his high boots. Lukas had told him they would be too hot, but Paul didn't have any other shoes, and of course he could buy suitable shoes as soon as the boots became uncomfortable.

Lukas had ditched his shoes before he went through the portal, but had kept his trousers a little longer, he had gotten used to them, he said. But now they seemed to have magically disappeared from his body and he remembered his beloved friends clearly, no detachment in sight, on the contrary, he sported an impressive erection, and projected a growing need to become active.

First, his hand exploring Melissa's thighs made its move, inserting a few fingers into her moist and throbbing opening, causing her to moan and start unbuttoning some shirts. Then, with a little careful manoeuvring, and some nimble action of its slender fingers, Lukas' other hand unbuttoned Paul's trousers and took his solid erection in a firm grip. 

His mouth, with the dented lip and the cute, innocent expression totally restored, found Paul's as well, leaving Melissa's tongue free to find something more solid to pay attention to. Lukas soon felt where her attention had gone, and his kissing and touching intensified until he could no longer control his need to thrust. Despite their fervour, now totally unleashed, they managed to lose the rest of their clothes and rearrange their situations to accommodate Lukas' need for some action.

A few minutes saw him thrusting happily, hands now checking out Melissa's breasts, whilst Paul was distractedly contemplating how he had never expected to be watching his lover making the girl of his dreams shudder with ecstasy, whilst being given that same feeling by her mouth enveloping his penis, feeling her tongue explore every inch of its smooth head, causing him the same exquisite feeling, her one hand playing gently with his testicles, making him mad with lust, and eager to get something in his mouth as well.

But he soon forgot every rational thought as his ecstasy started to rise too high, forcing him to remove himself from her mouth, and kiss her fervently instead, not wanting this to end already, needing some time to compose himself again.

Now he wanted to lie between Melissa's legs and use his tongue to make her shudder with pleasure, and from the corner of his eye he could see his time was near, for Lukas was now in the throes of a climax coming up. Lukas did not wilt like cut grass after one climax, which irritated Paul sometimes, but on the other hand, it was nice to see him in such a moment of ultimate bliss, and at this moment it was stunning to watch him, for his already incredible stamina and speed seemed to to have been increased until he practically blurred to Paul's vision.

The effect on Melissa was apparent, her bliss had been rising steadily, and he had felt her get a high already when she still had him in her mouth, but now her expression rose to total surrender, and she physically shook at her release.

It was a little difficult to witness, for Lukas was clearly the master of loving, and Paul always felt barely competent compared to his superbly skilled friend. 

Melissa steadily denied that making love to Lukas was better, but how could that be, anyone could see that Lukas beat him on every score. The distinction with which Lukas had always treated Paul had always made him feel a little less inadequate, but ever since his steady rise to godhood Lukas' reverence had made Paul very uncomfortable, and now Lukas had his beloved shaking in bliss right in front of him.

At the moment of his release, Lukas had felt nothing but triumph, his love confirmed, his body still able to feel ordinary lust, his speed increased to inhuman heights. But as soon as the high left him, he felt doubt and inadequacy that was clearly not his own. Paul. 

Witnessing Lukas making love to the woman he loved beyond all reason had always been difficult for Paul, and watching the master of love improved with godhood had not improved that. Melissa had never managed to explain to Paul how making love was not a race, how making love to Paul was different and just as good, his patience, his steadiness, his undying devotion to her alone. Lukas understood perfectly, but the man who needed to, didn't.

There was only one solution, love. Paul needed to feel the love Melissa felt for him, and the immeasurable love Lukas felt for him. Lukas wished so dearly that Paul would allow him to make him shudder with release, but that would never be. Or would it?

Melissa could not pick up Paul's feelings as Lukas had, but of course she knew something was up as soon as Paul had quit kissing her and watched Lukas perform. He seemed to enjoy the sight at first, but then she had lost sight of him and now he was despondent. It was a mistake to make love together, they should have waited, but the last times had been so good, everything had worked out so well together. Of course Lukas had been very needy then, and now he was incredibly self-assured, and his speed was inhuman. Paul must be feeling unable to compete with a god, except, making love was not a competition, and not about speed. That was just something Lukas enjoyed doing.

Lukas sat down on Paul's lap, both still naked, Lukas' fervour spent for now, Paul's drained by a troubled mind. Putting his arms around Paul, feeling the muscles only years of forging could build, smelling his masculine scent enhanced by making love and by the Greek summer heat, Lukas felt his lust already stirring again.

He begged for a kiss, and got a surprisingly generous one from Paul, accompanied by a feeling of hopeless love. That gave him confidence and made him smile broadly, and a broad smile on Lukas' face was always enough to melt even the hardest heart.

'You still love me,' Lukas said huskily, 'that is good, for I want to make love to you too. Love is not a competition, Paul. It just is.' Talking clearly didn't help, it only made the hopeless feeling worse. Lukas now started to really feel it, detachment out of the window, smile gone: 'Paul, take care, you're making me sad, and you know there is a penance for making a god cry.'

Humour did help, for Paul's face cleared instantly, and he said with a genuine smile: 'I'm sorry Lukas, I suddenly felt so inadequate, and now I've totally spoiled the mood. Tell me what the penance is, and I'll pay for my crime to both of you.'

'You're not inadequate, and your penance to Melissa is, to prove it by making her shudder in total ecstasy. And your penance to me, is to subject yourself to my love,' Lukas brought this with a very solemn face, which cleared the mood even more.

Paul now hugged Lukas tightly, put him off his lap and bowed down before him, saying: 'I defer to your wisdom, master.' Of course this made Lukas all shy again, making him irresistible, and Paul moved over to kiss him, but Lukas said: 'Better get to it, your woman is waiting.'

Which she was, and as Paul kneeled between her legs, stroking her curves, kissing her, holding her breasts, Melissa said: 'It has always been you I wanted, Paul, and it will always be you. Lukas knows it, I know it, why won't you believe it?' 

'I do believe it, beloved,' Paul said with feeling, 'don't mind me, I was just awestruck for a moment. It has passed,' and then he resolutely spread her legs, kissed her coppery pubic curls then gently moved them to the side, and dug in greedily, licking her where she reacted the strongest until her whole body trembled with ardour and rising bliss.

Of course the taste and soft flesh of his beloved under his tongue caused his own ardour to rise again, and he was relishing the confidence Melissa's obvious enjoyment of his ministrations gave him, when he felt a very gentle touch on his own inner thigh. 

It was slightly disturbing, but also rather enticing, and he subjected himself to the feeling, wondering what would be next. But the hand did nothing Paul wasn't comfortable with, it stroked his butt-cheeks, running very briefly through the cleft between them, then handled his testicles very tenderly, stroking the soft skin, causing him to shiver as delightedly as Melissa was under his tongue.

When she froze momentarily in release, the hand on his most sensitive parts moved to his penis, taking it in a firm hold, guiding it into a warm and moist mouth, and as he felt a tongue caress the most sensitive parts he saw flashes before his eyes, ardour exploding inside him. Trying to concentrate on Melissa, keeping her in a state of constant bliss, helped to keep his own excitement down enough to really enjoy the feeling, usually it excited him so much he had to break off to last a little longer.

But of course this was the master of love at work again, and he knew exactly how to make a man last as long as he wanted him to. In fact, he was so good at it that Paul was still gasping for breath when Melissa laughed at him and told him she'd had enough, there was nothing left in her. Then she watched Lukas at his best, any time her beloved husband approached a climax, he shifted his attentions to another intensely sensitive part of Paul's body, his testicles, the place right behind them, another very sensitive place that no other person but Paul himself had ever touched before, he subjected himself to being stroked and licked everywhere the master wanted to, and when at long last Lukas allowed him to finally come to a blinding climax, he was totally speechless and filled up to the brim with pure love. Literally. He had never contained so much magical energy before in his life, but then, he'd never been loved by a god either.

Feeling totally drained of lust himself, he could see that Lukas had worked up quite a bit of ardour again, and though Melissa had been sated with one kind of loving, he knew that once her heat was up, it wasn't as easily drained as that, so he assured the two of them: 'I'm good, indulge yourself, the master of love has proven his point, he is the best, but that doesn't mean the rest of us are inadequate. I'd like to see you in action once more, filled with your love, Lukas.'

And of course that was enough consent for Lukas, who was dying to try out his new muscles once more. He invited Melissa into his arms, then draped her legs over his shoulders, as he had done before when other ways of stimulating her had been exhausted. Then he slowly, tantalizingly entered her, seeing her eyes widen as she felt him approach that one place inside her that he had touched just once before. 

When he had reached it, he thrust slowly and deeply a few times, already sending flashes of pure bliss through her, and then he started to speed up, more and more, until he had reached his former max, leaving Melissa gasping with pleasure until she climaxed with a little cry. And before that cry had died down, he went all out, lower body blurring again to Paul's mortal eyes, Lukas' face still cute as he laughed merrily, enjoying himself hugely with his newly found physical enhancement.

Then the laughing stopped, and Lukas became intense, as his own ardour reached that point in which it took over his being, driving him to go on and on until he climaxed in a series of spasms, and collapsed right on top of Melissa, who received him with indulgence and intense love.

She wanted Paul in her arms too, and he joined her with eagerness, feeling her warm, luscious body against him, and Lukas' hot, heaving shape on top of him, totally spent of course, too breathless to laugh but smiling his delicious broad smile.

Chapter 2

'Your new status has been well and truly initiated, master Lykos,' a voice sounded from across the room. Totally without shame, Lukas sprang up, naked, still breathing heavily, ran to the owner of the voice and jumped him, crying: 'Ophius!'

Not totally without shame, but too sated and lazy to care, Paul and Melissa looked up to see Lukas in the arms of a middle aged man, with rough curls and beautifully curved horns, who was wearing a shirt and not much else. They were hugging, and the large man had tears in his eyes. 

He said something to Lukas in a very emotional voice, and Lukas replied: 'Yes, I'm fine. No, father is right, we don't know who did it, but it all turned out for the best. I'll tell you all later. So you noticed? It just happened, the moment I set foot on the ground here. Let me introduce you to my saviours and best friends.' 

The other man laughed heartily and said something cheeky, Melissa was sure, and Lukas' answer proved that: 'Yes, and lovers, Ophius. But not just any lovers.' He beckoned them urgently, but Melissa was too much a Victorian to greet a total stranger who had caught her having sex with two men, without at least one layer of clothing between them.

So she picked up her dress and put it on, tied the sash, and then went towards the two men. Paul donned his trousers and did the same.

Lukas said something in his beautiful Greek, and when she heard: 'This is Melissa Kenwick, a beautiful lady from a totally different world, who saved my life,' she curtsied and said a simple greeting in her best Greek, which was still awful.

And of course Paul did speak Greek, so when Lukas said: 'And this is Paul Kenwick, Melissa's

husband, who taught me to craft metal and not a little about magic, when my Gift first awoke,' she heard him reply: 'Pleased to meet you, Ophius.' 

Lukas now added: 'This is Ophius, who has been the keeper of my father's villa for as long as I can remember.'

Hearing Melissa's atrocious Greek, Paul realized she would understand what Lukas and himself said, but not a sentence anyone else spoke, and he regretted that he didn't know the spell that enabled a person to understand a foreign language, the one Hermes had used to talk English.

Of course they could ask Hermes to put that simple spell on her, it would make things a lot easier for Melissa if she could communicate freely with the people around her. But could they trust Hermes to put just the one spell on the woman he had desired, wouldn't he use the opportunity to add another one, to seduce her to his own ends?

Actually, that would have to be her own choice. Hermes could probably put any spell he wanted on any of them at any time, he was a powerful god on this world and they had only come here because they had information that he could be trusted. So Melissa would probably decide to trust him and let him put the spell on her, what else could she do, they were at his mercy anyway.

Paul put on his shirt and his boots as well as his trousers, and shouldered his backpack, as Ophius said: 'Your father is out for the day, Lykos, but he will be back tonight. He was going to fetch you tomorrow, but apparently time moves more quickly where you live. 

If you will all follow me, I will show you to your rooms, and then master Lykos can show you the house. After that, I will serve your lunch on the terrace.' 

And to Paul he said: 'Young master, no need to carry your luggage yourselves, if you tell me which pack belongs to whom, I'll take care it is brought to your room.' 

So Paul put the pack down again, translated what Ophius had said literally to Melissa and took her hand, then followed Ophius out of the cellar, Lukas chatting with his old friend, and Melissa putting an arm around Paul and looking up at him in wonder. She stroked his face tenderly and said: 'He is right, you do look young again. And stunningly handsome. I love you so much, Paul, you do know that, don't you?'

She looked so heartbreakingly sweet and beautiful, her hair worn loose, the little horses running around and around her white throat, where they had been ever since she accepted them as his gift, the simple loose gown setting off her generous figure even better than the most intricate of her Victorian dresses. He guessed most Greek women would be small and dark and slim, with huge dark eyes, but he was sure none of them would be able to match his tall, luscious white skinned lady with her wealth of copper hair and her intelligent grey eyes.

He stopped for a moment to kiss her with all the intensity of his love for her, and when they couldn't see Lukas or Ophius anymore, they broke off the kiss and ran after them, still holding hands, giggling like children.

The villa was beautiful, though smaller than Melissa had expected from a god's home. After they had been shown their chambers, a nice sized room with a white-washed wooden floor and a large double bed for Paul and herself, and a similar room with a slightly smaller bed for Lukas, Lukas showed them the house.

There were several more chambers like theirs all lined up beside one another. Three walls of each chamber were blind, the back one undoubtedly hewn out of the natural rock of the cliff this villa was built on, the others built out of smooth limestone blocks with little fossils embedded in some of them. Of course in Melissa, the engineer awoke: 'How do your people get these limestone blocks so smooth, Lukas, do you know?'

Turning to face her, Lukas answered: 'I guess they did it with magic, nearly everyone here has some magic, the craftspeople too. Though I think they cannot just take the power like you do, whatever they don't generate by themselves, they have to ask their god for.'

That sounded weird to Melissa, but they would undoubtedly discuss that further later, since they intended to study magic here.

The fourth wall of each chamber had a door and a window looking towards a long gallery that ran the entire length of the villa. And the gallery itself had a magnificent view over the terrace, which ended where the cliff dropped off, and beyond that what must be the Mediterranean sea, as far as the eye could see, and as blue as the London sky on a cloudless day. It was stunningly beautiful.

But it was also the exact villa and terrace that Melissa remembered from her lively dreams. 

It took her a few minutes to recover from that realization, until her logical mind had deduced that those elves could have picked Hermes' mind for the memory of this place as easily as they had rifled through everyone else's private thoughts.

Then she managed to give her attention to the house again, as they walked the gallery to its one end, a dead end with another view of the bluest of seas. Then they changed direction and found that this side of the gallery led back to the main part of the villa. There was a door ending up in a hall, and in that hall were several doors, one of which went down to the cellar where they had come from.

And one to a separate privy and communal bathing chamber, with a large pool, standing empty, and several smaller tubs, also empty. The design was beautiful, mosaic everywhere, even the tubs were tiled depressions rather than metal affairs. There was no boiler in sight, but of course it might be hidden. Lukas answered their unspoken thoughts: 'It all works with magic. I'll show you after lunch, or maybe tomorrow.'

Back in the hall, there was yet another door, which led into the kitchen, but that was the domain of Ophius, for he took his job seriously and told them their every wish was his command. The dishes he was preparing looked heavenly.

Retiring to the terrace they sat in the comfortable chairs, enjoying the view over the sea, as Lukas explained that this was not Hermes' main home, but merely the place where he had kept his one wife, Lukas' mother, and where Lukas had grown up, always in the company of his mother, and regularly in that of his father, who had lived with them a lot of his time, often out to do his duty to the gods, but coming home to his favourite wife almost every night.

After she had died unexpectedly when Lukas was twenty, Hermes had instantly stopped coming, had dropped all contact with his son, who had lived there for one more year, alone with the staff, totally dependent on them at first because the mosaic was the only easy entrance and it needed a Gift to operate, however slight. 




Past Lives



Telling his friends about the time just after his mother's decease, Lukas remembered his grief at having lost not only his mother, but also his father, who had been very much a part of his life until then. 

He told them: 'Of course the staff, especially Ophius, did their very best to help me cope, they took me where I wanted to go, but I resented my dependence upon them.

I had always shared my love freely, but now I became positively promiscuous, making love to someone else every night, taking them home with me if they had the Gift to activate the spell, staying with them if they hadn't.

After a month or so I decided to become less dependent, so I started to explore the surroundings of the villa. It was quite dangerous, you can see the drop if you stand on the edge of the terrace, but I didn't care. Maybe I hoped to fall down one day. Anyway, I soon found a route down the cliff that I could use to get to a path, and from there of course I could roam the coastal area easily on hoof, I was already very quick on my feet.

My territory expanded, and I loved every woman and a lot of men who were willing to give me a night's release from my loneliness, staying away from home for weeks at a time, seeking love and often finding it for a few days, or weeks, until I wandered away again.

Then about a year after my mother had passed away, one of my father's other wives heard of my plight and invited me to live with her. My father never spent much time with her, not even to give her a child of her own, and still she loved him and was faithful to him, preferring to spend her time alone rather than be untrue to her own feelings.

I visited to meet her, and we liked one another instantly, so I moved in with Ophelie and we talked a lot, about my mother, and my father, and loads of other things. She was very faithful to my father, so I never even thought of loving her, instead I went out regularly to seek lovers, and found plenty. But I never took them home with me anymore, and I never stayed over more than one night, usually I left in time to spend the night at home, so I could have breakfast with Ophelie and talk familiarly with her before finding another lover.

But after half a year I found myself thinking of her more and more, losing sleep over her, neglecting other lovers, feeling my loneliness even when spending time with the object of my love. And we had one glorious night together, in a moment of weakness, when Hermes had forgotten her birthday and had left her waiting all day, and broken-hearted at night.

I comforted her and was comforted myself, I thought I had finally found the love of my life, even though she was ten years my senior and married to my father. 

But the next morning she felt no love for me, only regret at what had happened, and when Hermes visited that very day with a lovely present and a very good excuse why he had not been able to come the day before, her regret deepened and though she never blamed me, she never touched me again either, not even in normal social interaction. 

I was devastated and became more promiscuous than ever, staying away for days and even weeks again, becoming ever more fey in my conquests, never without consent of my lover, but often against the will of family and friends, narrowly escaping attempts on my life and challenges from fathers and brothers.

Ophelie was still always there for me, and when she turned out to be expectant I behaved myself for a while, no longer tempting fate with forbidden love. But the loneliness was always there, and I still sought to fill it up with lover after lover, never succeeding.

Until Katarina was born and we became parents of a sort, for Hermes never gave up any time to her, and still only rarely to her mother. I was very happy with our little family for years, sharing my love with willing ladies whenever I felt like loving, raising Katarina with her mother, being her partner in every respect but the physical, until my father needed someone to place in Dionysus' court and he thought of me.

I could no longer live with Ophelie or Katarina, and though Dionysus did all he could to make me feel at home, turned out a good master and even a good friend, I missed my family, spending my nights sharing love, over and over again, until I went to my father's main house on Dionysus' business one day, went to sleep in a guest chamber, and woke up in the world where the portal is. The rest, you know.'

Lukas' elation was a bit dampened by the memories that the villa had stirred in him, but somehow they weren't as strong as they used to be, not as painful anymore. Being finally happy in love he no longer felt lonely, and the newly gained detachment also worked on his older memories.

Still, Melissa was affected by his tale, and she observed: 'You're not sleeping in your own room, are you? I don't know why you have your own bed, but I don't want you all alone in there with these memories.' Lukas replied: 'I guess my father meant well, but if Paul agrees I'd much rather stay with you.' 

Looking at his bossy friend for his reaction, he noticed that Paul looked different somehow, even more ravishing, wait a minute, younger, much younger actually.

'What is it, Lukas?' Paul asked, 'you look as if you've seen a miracle. Are you so surprised I'd rather have you with us than alone in a lonely bed?'

'No Paul,' Lukas replied, still amazed, 'you didn't even answer my question yet, well, actually you did just now, and thank you so much for that, but I looked at you in surprise because you look twenty again, awake and all. You're so gorgeous I could eat you.'

Melissa nodded and observed: 'You are, and you do. Gorgeous enough to eat, and look twenty years old.' 

'All right, enough is enough,' Paul said, suddenly bashful, 'are you two trying to make me blush? I want to see for myself, you're just fooling me around.' Lukas ran inside and fetched a mirror, and held it up for Paul to see himself.

Paul had always been of two minds about his looks. On the one hand, he rather liked the effect of seeming older than his age, it gave him an air of authority, and since he liked to have his way and be taken seriously, it served him well. 

But on the other hand, he knew he was handsome, and he liked being handsome, and whilst looking nearly thirty didn't make him look old yet, there was bound to come a time that looking ten years older would. And besides, since he had found the love of his life, he wanted to be as good-looking as he could to keep Melissa interested in him.

He had gotten used to his face as it showed up in the mirror, and he knew she had fallen in love with him as he looked when they met, but when she had told him he looked much younger asleep it he became afraid she would rather have him look his real age all the time.

So when Lukas arrived with the mirror, he looked at his own reflection expectantly, and he was not disappointed. His features were the same, the same finely chiselled, noble features his father showed, Paul knew exactly what he would look like when he was fifty, but the lines in his face were much smoother, all the worries and doubts he carried with him were removed. He saw a young man looking out of the mirror at him, very young, almost a boy still.

He was stunned. 'I do look younger, almost too young, I'm not a boy anymore, am I?'

'No, you are a beautiful, caring, immensely strong husband,' Melissa said, 'you only look like a boy about to run to his mother.' That last was said very cheekily, and she planted a kiss on his smooth forehead.

'But,' Paul asked out loud, 'if my sense of responsibility made me look older, does that mean that I will do irresponsible things now?' 

Lukas nodded fervently, and Melissa said: 'You most definitely will, yes, very irresponsible. This is our holiday after all.'

'And remember,' Lukas added, 'this is a totally different world to yours. Our customs will almost certainly tempt you to do things that will seem very irresponsible to you.' And when they found out exactly how irresponsible, Lukas would be there for them to set things right again, for they had made his loneliness a thing of the past, and he loved both of them to distraction.

At that moment, Ophius came in with their lunch, and it was very clear that he was happy to see Lukas again, for it was opulent. Bread, cheeses, nuts, olives, salads, everything looked fresh and healthy and delicious.

Despite living in an English city, Paul was used to eating light meals like this, and Melissa had adapted to his taste with pleasure, finding it easier to enjoy meals and still keep her weight acceptable if everything she ate was not laden with meat, cream and sugar, as it was in traditional English food. They both tried everything with relish.

But Lukas, he was just a joy to behold, he had missed this food so much, the quality of the cheese and the olives, it just couldn't be matched. He ate very slowly, to make it last as long as he could, in ecstasy over every morsel he tasted, and he always ate a lot despite his slight frame, so his intense pleasure lasted quite some time.

Ophius sat down next to him, watching Lukas eat with as much relish as they had been eating Ophius' cooking. He clearly loved Lukas very much, it showed in his whole demeanour, and Lukas thrived on it. Observing this, Melissa lost her fear of Lukas growing up past his innocence and his rakishness, Lukas had just been elevated from self-appointed loser to god, and he still felt even the smallest expressions of love intensely. The guileless man she had come to love so much, even though he had complicated her relationship with her true love often, was still the same innocent creature he had ever been.

She had never had real, fresh olives, and she had to really get used to their unusual taste, but at that very moment, the taste of olives to her became forever linked to a solid conviction that Lukas would be a force for good no matter what happened.

After watching Lukas eat for some time, Ophius said: 'Your father will get a mighty surprise when he returns home tonight. He told me you had developed a strong Gift, but I don't think he expected this.' Lukas asked, between two bites: 'Do you thing he will mind very much?'

The older man shook his head with the heavy horns, and replied: 'I don't think so, he has always had a special place for you in his heart, though for a long time he couldn't find it in him to show you his love. Your mother's passing hit him very hard, she was his favourite, and you reminded him of her very much.

Besides, he needs your powers, he is in tremendous trouble, with your sister's cult, but also with his own father and siblings. They want him to put the revolt down with force, set an example. Your sister is in grave danger, and all her followers with her.

Your father wants to save her, he has neglected her too, he has no influence over her, and neither has her mother. I would have loved to keep you here a little longer, but if you want to prevent a tragedy from happening, you will need to act fast.'

Lukas nodded and asked straightforwardly: 'What about those rumours that were spread about me, will they undermine my position?'

A short bark of a laugh was followed by a blunt remark: 'You have been away for too long, Lykos, or maybe you never knew because you didn't have any magic. But where do you think all that power within you comes from?' Lukas did not understand of course, he had never had any interest in power before. 

Spotting this, Ophius said: 'Let me explain. Have you ever noticed how everyone you have ever been in contact with loves you?' 

At Lukas' incredulous look, Ophius added: 'Well, maybe excepting half a dozen fathers and brothers, but yes, everyone who associates with you, loves you. People remember you fondly, whenever they hear your name they think of you with love. All that love translates into power, Lykos, you're a god now, people who think of you with love are your worshippers.'

Lukas' mouth fell open.

'Someone spreading a nasty rumour has no influence on your reputation, Lykos, no-one will believe it. But every time they hear of it, talk about it, deny it, they think of you with love, and the power of their feeling is yours. You are a force to be reckoned with, Lykos, you have worshippers everywhere, even in the courts of your father and Dionysus. You may be a new god, but you are not the least of them, thanks to whoever made up and spread that foolish rumour.' 

Ophius was not keeping their conversation to themselves, so Paul and Melissa could hear every word of it. Of course Melissa only understood half, and since she missed a lot of explanations,she didn't get the meaning of what she heard at all. As soon as he had his composure back, Lukas summarized what Ophius had told him, and this silenced all of them for some time.

Then Paul broke the silence by asking: 'How does magic work here, then? Do you have ley-lines, nodes?' 

Ophius' face was a study in incomprehension: 'What's a node?' 

Paul explained, and Ophius shook his head, and replied: 'We don't have those, all that power you talk of is taken up by a god, large or small, and all the love of their worshippers too. Then when someone wants to practice magic, they use their own magic power, or they ask their god, and are granted the power, or not. If they are a favourite, they may get a permanent link to their god, getting all the power they need.

Master Hermes told me he nearly died on your world because he had no worshippers there. Gods never wonder where their power comes from, they have plenty.

But you know now, Lykos, so keep treating everyone well and you will always have plenty of power. You have my love.' This last was said almost shyly, and Lukas melted on the spot, sitting on Ophius' lap and hugging him lovingly.

Paul had translated Ophius' Greek as he spoke it, and Melissa narrowed her eyes and tried her sight. So much had changed! Paul was full of blue power, but he also had a lot of pink power now, weirdly enough since he was clearly very human.

Lukas had the blue he'd always had, and loads and loads of that clean red power. He was also gathering the green power, quite a lot of it actually, diffusing right into his body, as she had witnessed in Hermes. He was well and truly a god here, including a right load of worshippers.

As soon as she had a grip on what she had seen, she asked Paul to translate for her, and asked Ophius through him: 'Do you know why Paul has the power love gives, when he didn't have that on our world, and why Lukas doesn't have that anymore, when he had loads of it on our world?' She noticed Paul said Lykos instead of Lukas.

Ophius stared at her, and rattled off a lot of Greek, and Lukas answered proudly: 'She can see right through virtually anything.'

Then Paul said: 'He wondered how you can see that, and he says what you probably see is the power a god gives to the worshippers he loves. The gods harvest all the power, and re-distribute it to their followers. Lukas made love to both of us, and that would bestow a lot of his power onto us.

Do you realize what that means, you two?'

Lukas and Melissa both stared at his stricken expression. 'It means that we have only a fraction of the power available that we're used to, Melissa. Everything else we'll have to beg Lukas for. Our roles are reversed in this world!' 

Lukas was stunned, and not pleased, and he quickly said: 'I'll give both of you a direct line, Paul, you'll have all the power you need.' 

But Paul had calmed down a lot already, and said: 'Actually, Lukas, this may be a good thing, remember I wanted to become more subtle? Having a limited supply of power is the best way to learn subtlety. Let me start out with my personal stash, and if I need more I'll pray for it.' 

This last statement had Lukas all shy again, and he moved from Ophius' lap to Paul's, clinging to his neck and nuzzling his bare skin, having his horns scratched just a tiny bit by his strong friend. He surrendered to the caress, until Paul said: 'But how will you know I really love you from now on? Maybe I just want a bit more power.' 

Lukas sat up instantly, then laughed hopelessly and leaned back against Paul: 'I just know you worship me, Paul, I just know.' 

And then Ophius spoke in Greek again, and Paul asked Melissa, not stopping his caressing of Lukas' horns: 'Ophius wants to know if you can see the power in him.' 

And Ophius asked Lukas something too, to which Lukas said: 'I broke them off, no-one has horns in my new world, so I had to, to be able to go outside.'

Melissa now looked at Ophius with sight, she hadn't before because he hadn't given her permission, and it seemed an invasion of his privacy, but now he wanted her to and she was curious. She was stunned to see him provided with an incredible amount of blue power, easily the equal of Paul's. And he seemed to have a link to other power, not filling him, but available at any time. Hermes' work? Why would a powerful mage like that be a house-servant?

She relayed this information to Paul, who translated it to Ophius, and the answer right back to herself: 'He is amazed that you have seen this. He was asked decades ago by Hermes to protect his favourite wife and her child, and did so for years, until Lukas moved out. Then up until a week ago he was living at Hermes' court as his prime mage, but at his own request he translocated himself here to receive Lykos, should he drop in unexpectedly, after Hermes had confided in him about his dramatic expedition to retrieve his son.

He has indeed so much trust from his god, that he can tap into that one's resources without limit and without asking first.

When Hermes was gone he had a rough three weeks, having to keep everything going, making up excuses to the other gods and to supplicants, doubting whether his master would ever return, with or without the son he'd searched for so ardently.'

After lunch Lukas wanted to swim in the sea, and it was so hot that the idea appealed to both his companions. But the path Lukas had once made was overgrown, and the way down was incredibly steep and dangerous, totally unsafe for either of them to try and climb down.

'Give me half an hour,' Lukas said, I'll make us a path down that is safe and still not too obvious. Paul offered to help him, and Melissa found a place in the shade where she could watch them, for to be honest she was starting to feel the heat a lot, and especially on her sensitive white skin. Their cycling expeditions had given her as much colour as a red-headed person could get, but that had been in England, this was Greece, and the difference was painfully obvious by now.

Ophius, clearing away the remnants of their fabulous lunch, was clearly very observant, for he noticed her discomfort, and immediately spotted the cause, stroking her reddened skin in sympathy, careful not to hurt her further. 

Apparently ancient Greeks were really hands-on, for he didn't have the slightest qualm in touching her, of course he wasn't a real servant but a high-ranking official in Hermes' entourage, but still.

Ophius called out to Lukas, who came running. 'Your skin has burned, love, that must be very painful,' he kneeled before her with his legs in that impossible angle, and kissed her carefully and tenderly, 'I'm sorry I didn't think of it, let me help.' 

She saw his eyes focus inward for a moment, he lit up a tiny bit, and the pain was smoothed over by a cooling feeling, reddened skin white once more. He did that so easily, so naturally, she ran her hands through his curls and kissed him.

'You need to stay out of the sun, Melissa, your skin is too delicate, it doesn't brown but burns instantly. I'll warn Paul as well, he's not as light as you but a lot lighter than any of us. And I'll think of a screen in the skin, maybe we can make one together, tonight. 




Past Lives



But first a path, I want to swim and I want a run. Be careful now.' And he kissed her once more and was back to the cliff.

Ophius came back from taking away the last trays, and he had a large white sheet and a large knife in his hands. He put down the knife and fastened a ring on one end of the sheet to a hook in the wall, then fastened the other side. The opposite ends had ropes trailing, and he tied those to trees growing from the cliff face. He placed a chair underneath this canopy, and invited Melissa to sit in the shaded area.

She sat down and thanked him in her atrocious Greek, and he bowed in acknowledgement. Her skin felt much better, and she was thrilled to have experienced Lukas' healing power for herself.

Ophius now picked up the knife, to give to Lukas she supposed, to help clear the vegetation.

As Lukas was looking for the remnants of his old path, clearing away rough bushes here and there, with no apparent fear of the hundred foot drop beneath him, Paul wondered if he would ever dare to navigate that path. Looking up at him, Lukas said: 'Don't worry Paul, I could fly us down if I wanted to, there will be no danger at all.'

Of course, magic. He was so unused to relying on magic, that he had not even thought about using it to stay safe on a steep path. He could do that himself, no problem even without node-magic, it just didn't occur to him to use magic in an every day situation, he was used to solving problems in a worldly manner.

This would be such good practice, and the tiny sandy beach and the blue water below him started to look even more attractive. Especially since he was starting to feel the sun burning his skin very uncomfortably, the sun was pretty strong here, much hotter than in England. Melissa must be feeling it even worse, her skin was so white and delicate.

Just then, Ophius' voice called out for Lykos, and Lukas ran up straight away. Paul followed him up to see what was going on, and he was just in time to witness Lukas kneeling before Melissa and lighting up. She was in pain, and he was healing her. 

They kissed and Lukas came right back, rounding a corner towards him, and asking Paul: 'Are you in pain too? The sun is too hot here for Melissa, and maybe for you too? We must find a way to protect your English skin.

Lukas' hands were cool on his burning skin, and his scent was as musky and enticing as always. Feeling Paul's heated skin, Lukas said: 'Please stay still for a moment, I'll heal it for you. But be careful of the sun from now on, or it will burn you again.' And with that his friend lighted up slightly and his skin cooled, taking the burn and the slight redness with it.

It felt good, and Paul wanted to kiss Lukas too, to feel his soft mottled skin and his warm mouth, and lose himself in that musky scent. Of course Lukas was always eager for a little love, and they embraced tightly, standing on that rocky ledge, kissing greedily, Lukas a bit overwhelmed by Paul's sudden forwardness but eager to accept it. 

After the kiss, Ophius offered Lukas a large knife to help with the pruning, and Paul and Lukas both went back to work, clearing a path down, Paul trying to stay in the shade as much as possible.

Chapter 3

As she went back to the terrace, lost in her thoughts, she ran headlong into Hermes, who was just emerging from the cellar-door. She jumped in consternation, and when she saw whom she had ran in to she excused herself for her thoughtless behaviour

Hermes was merely surprised and unspeakably happy to have her in his villa, and he took her in his arms to greet her properly. This was his world after all, and here friends greeted one another with love, not formality. Used to Lukas' need for love in every shape and form, and totally over her infatuation, Melissa answered his greeting with fondness.

At his own return to his world, Hermes had found himself totally restored to all his power, his strength, speed and godhood. But he had not been cured of his love for this mortal girl, with her extraordinary looks, so different from the women in his own country, even the goddesses and the nymphs who had always been ready to give him their love. And now she was in his arms, and not in one of those restricting Victorian dresses, but in a light flowing gown that hardly covered her luscious figure at all.

The wealth of her body, her light colouring combined with the richness of her hair, the copper horses of her husband's making still running their endless rounds around her delicious white throat, Hermes wanted nothing more than be allowed to touch her with love, to make her quiver with bliss under his skilful hands.

But she had denied her attraction to him, lust she called it, to stay true to her intense and talented mortal husband, and to his own son. He could not but respect her choice, his hubris and resulting fall had taught him a lot in just a few weeks. Being helpless and at the mercy of mortals had shown him they had a strength of their own. 

He could bend their wills, he could have this girl at his feet in a minute, begging him for his love, giving her all, but it would not be real, and he knew that now.

And he could not betray his son, who had risked his own life to save his father's, after years of neglect and then years of servitude, pulled away from his little family by the needs of his father, for Hermes was not blind, he had seen the love that bound Lykos to Ophelie and Katarina. He also knew his wife never touched her stepson, even though Lykos had loved her to distraction.

He had not treated his son well, bending him to his will repeatedly, then ignoring his sudden disappearance until he had personal need of him. The threats he had made him, the anger he had felt at the boy's righteous refusal to jump to heel once more, to leave a loving home for duty under duress once more. 

If a god could feel shame, Hermes did so very much, and though every nerve in his body ached for this beautiful, smart and talented girl, he would not touch her other than as a friend, and no-one would know of his secret passion, besides maybe Ophius, who knew Hermes better than anyone, and whom he had not been able to fool at any time. But Ophius knew all his secrets, and was certain to keep them.

Truly glad to see her father in such excellent health and humour, and used to showing her love to someone with the same needs as him, Melissa didn't protest being held a touch longer than she thought appropriate, and even returned his affection freely. This was a different world, with different customs, and she had to adapt.

Of course Hermes could feel her accompanying emotions, familiarity and fondness, but no love and no longer even lust. He couldn't believe it, she had conquered her infatuation whilst his had grown. What did Lykos have that he didn't? 

That question didn't even need thinking about, for he had felt the answer himself when he lay dying in the grass of an alien world: unconditional love.

And they both seemed extraordinarily fond of that artist, who was reasonably handsome in a rugged way, and a rather talented mage, but much too restrained and too ordinary to be a logical choice for such a stunning woman and his Gifted son.

'You look good, Hermes, you're clearly in excellent shape again, we're all very eager to hear about the situation in your realm.' She had taken his arm and walked towards the terrace, suddenly realizing she was making free with a god's time: 'I'm sorry, I'm just assuming you want to see Lukas straight away, but maybe you have other business elsewhere in the house?' 

Hermes of course was charmed, but he was not going to let her notice that, so he said magnanimously: 'No my dear, I indeed want to see my boy straight away, I'm so happy he really did decide to come, I want to hug him too, and even your austere husband.

That made her laugh, but it also let him feel the extent of her love for the over-serious guy, and it was huge, and unconditional. Incredible. Well, he was not going to use his will on her, the shell of this woman would still be enticing, but it would be very empty indeed. If he couldn't have all her love, he'd take whatever she'd give him, and for that he needed to be the perfect friend.

As they neared the terrace, it was as if Melissa got a little nervous, just a tiny bit, as if there was something she was afraid he'd be displeased by. To Hermes, this was a sign she did not completely trust him yet, that was something he'd have to work hard on. 

Of course she remembered him in his moment of shame, something no-one who had witnessed it would likely ever forget, but she must also remember him dying, and in agony, and he hoped that if he proved his consistency, she'd leave the memory of his anger in the past.

Lykos was still asleep in a chair, curls everywhere, he'd probably been swimming. Of all his sons, this one was most like him in his physical prowess, slight of build, but immensely fast and if rumour could be believed, an indefatigable lover. With true Victorian delicacy, George had consistently refused to tell Hermes any detail of his love-life with Lykos.

George. Leaving him behind with his wife and family still hurt, never in his centuries of life had Hermes felt safer and more at peace than totally helpless in George's arms. He still had to suppress the urge to leave everything behind and go back through that portal and be safe again, leading a quiet life, teaching a little, spreading a little love among the controlled citizens of Victorian England.

But his people needed him, and being all-powerful was also a good thing. And besides, he had never loved anyone past a few weeks, there would be others, preferably women. He might visit Ophelie again, she really loved him.

Kneeling beside Lykos, he gently stroked his rough curls, and his cute, narrow face, so like his mother's. Of course he was clearly a man, his jaws square, his cheeks stubbled, but that dented lip, the eyes, his mother's cheekbones and loving smile, her loving nature, Lykos certainly had inherited that. 

The lack of horns still offended Hermes slightly, but he remembered the way Lykos had removed them, with shame for his own behaviour at the time, and with the greatest of pride for his son. He looked for the stumps in the wealth of curls, and found one, damaged end protected by a silver cap with astonishing decorations, much like the mosaic in his bathroom here, beautifully detailed scenes of people making love. 

The artist's work, undoubtedly, and certainly on a par with the ever moving horses around Melissa's throat. Maybe he should take the opportunity to commission a few works whilst the fellow was here, his art might do very well to placate his sister, maybe his person would as well, she'd married a smith after all, and this one was much better looking. It would keep her mind off Hermes' people until Lykos could make Katarina see reason.

Beneath his caresses, the shape of his son started to become restless, waking up a little at a time, until he opened his eyes and exclaimed: 'Father, you're here! So good to see you!' He sat up and embraced his father tightly with genuine love.

Hermes could understand why everyone loved Lykos so much, he was so ingratiating and so sincere, one had to love him. There was something different about him, though.

In a mirror image of Melissa, Lykos now held him at arm's length, taking a good look and observing with great satisfaction: 'You look fine, you're totally restored, aren't you? Good.'

The same slight nervousness from Lykos, what were they afraid would displease him? He looked at Lykos intently, and then he didn't exactly see it as much as he felt it: his son had been transformed, had become a god himself.

No wonder they were nervous, it must have happened as he set foot on his native soil, his developing Gift coming to full bloom instantly. Did this please him, or did it not?

They knew he knew, but no-one said anything. The artist was awake too, instantly alert, helpless against Hermes of course, but on his guard nonetheless.

The silence gave Hermes a chance to decide his feelings. He checked his son's balance and found him possessed of a significant number of worshippers Where had he gotten those, he'd just set foot on the ground this morning? It must be the love again.

Looking at the cute face, the loyalty of his friends, his first and strongest feeling was pride, an immense pride that his son was set up by some enemy to fall into permanent disgrace, and had somehow turned the plot into an enormous victory for himself. And apparently, without losing any of his attachments, or his innocent goodness.

'Lykos, I can't believe my senses!' Hermes said, letting his pride and amazement show clearly, 'you've turned into a god! And clearly not the least of us either, you have a lot of worshippers! Please tell me how it happened.' 

He pulled a chair over to sit next to him, and they talked about everything that had happened until Ophius told them that dinner was ready to be served.

Of course it soon became apparent that Melissa couldn't follow the conversation, and Hermes offered to put the language spell on her. He added: 'I can teach your man to put it on you, his knowledge of Greek seems quite adequate. But the spell works best if it's bound to a native speaker, and that he is not. But if you don't want my mark on you...'

'Paul, Hermes, his name is Paul,' Melissa said, and Hermes was secretly pleased she dared to correct him that familiarly. 'And I made a decision to trust you, or I wouldn't have set foot on your world, so if it pleases you I'd like you to put this spell on me. I'll speak Greek like a native.'

And since that pleased him, very much, he asked her to sit down in front of him, and he touched her lightly and called forth a little power. This was the ideal moment to sow a little seed of love for him in her, he would probably get away with it beneath the language spell. 

A vision of the two of them together presented itself, but he reminded himself of empty husks, resisted the temptation and only modified the spell a tiny bit to make sure she would always be safe.

She would never know, unless she found herself in extreme danger, and then she'd probably thank him for it. 

Spell complete, he tested it himself: 'How do you like Greece so far, Melissa?' 

Her face lighted up, she'd understood, and replied: 'Very well, Hermes, your country is very beautiful and the food is astonishing, though I still have to get used to the heat.' It was so cute, the amazed look on her face as she heard Greek coming out of her mouth.

'Thank you so much,' she exclaimed, and she hugged him impulsively, causing his feelings to flare up, her shape against his, her face in his neck. He quickly composed himself, hoping no-one had noticed, saying: 'My pleasure, Melissa, I hope you will enjoy your stay, even though it is more a diplomatic mission than a holiday.'

As Hermes explained the situation in his realm, now in Greek, Ophius readied the table for dinner, then joined them. Together they decided it would be wisest to use translocation, what the cellar mosaic was for, to go to Ophelie's house, then travel on foot from there, towards the coast once more, a journey of a mere two days and very picturesque. Lukas knew his father's realm as well as anyone, having traversed most of it on foot for years.

During their talk, Melissa had joined Paul in his chair, sitting in his lap, neither contributing much to the discussion, the other three were so familiar with this country, but they suddenly realized they were total strangers here.

Paul seemed a little down anyway, Melissa feared the heat had gotten to him, and she wrapped her arms around him to be as close to him as she could, nuzzling his bare throat, tasting the salt of the Mediterranean on his skin. He smiled sweetly, holding her against him, enjoying her loving attentions a lot, and, fortunately, not feeling his heat rise. Maybe the temperature caused it, with the sun sunk behind the mountain the terrace was cooling off, he'd keep that in mind.

But what if he did let go a little, what was the worst that could happen? Lukas and Jakob had both told him he would put pressure on his marriage, not by letting go, but by holding on to his Victorian morals. 

Melissa had never claimed him, and besides, she had Lukas, though he might start sharing love seriously here, women would be throwing themselves at him now he was a god. Somehow Paul didn't think Lukas would share as he had been used to, he seemed to have picked up a lot of Victorian customs, though his own story suggested that whenever he had a powerful love in his life, he never shared love much, not even when he had never heard of England yet.

Well, both Lukas and Jakob had urged him to keep talking to Melissa, suggesting that everything would be all right if he did so. 

And since Jakob seemed to be the closest thing he knew to a priest, and Lukas knew both himself and Melissa best of all people, he was inclined to believe them. He decided there and then to do let go a little, but to discuss every single instant with his beloved first.

Mind made up, he felt relieved from negative feelings, and he kissed Melissa eagerly and started to listen to the conversation. But it was just concluded, everyone was ready for dinner, and to be honest, Paul was too.

During their meal, he found himself seated next to Hermes, who said: 'I saw your work on Lykos' horns just now, impressive. As impressive as the little horses, though a lot less obvious.' 

Wondering a little how Hermes had gotten to see the silver caps, he acknowledged the compliment: 'Thank you very much, sir, it is nice to have one's work appreciated.'

'Please call me Hermes, and I'll promise to call you Paul from now on. There is no need to be formal anymore, is there? If you didn't trust me, you wouldn't be here. You are the last person to risk losing his freedom, I guess, having fought hard to obtain the freedom to practice your art.' 

'I gained the freedom to be a craftsman, but as it turns out I wasn't free at all in other respects, being bound to a guardianship, and to the morals and values of my class.' Where did that suddenly come from? As soon as he had said it, Paul knew it was true, but he realized that only now.

'I'm guessing you will experience different morals here, and when your mission is over, you will be able to decide which ones work best for you and yours,' Hermes observed. 'And to me, you are not a craftsman, but an artist, with an artist's soul. I am very certain that before your visit comes to an end, you will start to miss your art, and I beg you to consider making a unique piece for me, as a present for my sister, to soften her heart towards me and my people.'

'Your sister, that would be Aphrodite?' Paul asked cautiously.

'Exactly, Aphrodite, my loving sister, who has threatened to level my realm and everyone in it if I don't punish my daughter Katarina for leading my people into independent thinking.'

'But she's married to a smith,' Paul objected.

'She is, and he's an artist too, but a winemaker wants to drink mead sometimes, and a baker's wife can like salad, don't you think?'

'Well, I don't have a forge, or any tools or materials, but I'm guessing you can easily provide them. My hands are aching to get to work, and I'm not even a day away from my workshop, so yes, please.' Just thinking of crafting made Paul yearn for the feel of metal, any metal, in his hands.

'Might I suggest that you start experimenting with the use of magic to be able to work your art with limited resources?' 

For a very short moment Paul thought that Hermes must be the devil, using his need for his crafting to tempt him on to a sliding path. But of course in this world it was totally reasonable to use magic for anything he wanted, and his mind was already thinking of ways to heat metal and to shape moulds with magic.




Past Lives



'My power is limited because there is are no ley-lines and nodes here, but I was going to practice being more subtle in my magic,' Paul mused. 

'If I commission a piece from you,' Hermes replied, 'it is my duty to provide all the things you need, including magic power. You wouldn't even have to pray for it.'

The thought of praying to Hermes was ludicrous to Paul, and it showed on his face. Hermes ignored it, the artist was from a world where the gods never showed themselves, he had always used his own abilities to provide himself with power.

He said: 'I was thinking of something like Melissa's little horses, something that moves, do you know of dolphins? My sister has an especial love for these beautiful creatures, and to have them jumping and playing around her throat would put her in a very mild mood.' And if he could find a way to get them to meet, Aphrodite would certainly want a piece of such a talented artist, providing all kinds of opportunities. 

His newly found conscience object strenuously against this idea, and he soothed it with the unlikelihood that such a meeting would ever take place within the few months Lykos' visit would last. 

Paul came to a decision: 'I will make this piece that you ask for, it is for a worthy goal and it will keep me focussed. If you provide the materials, gold, or silver? And maybe a likeness of a dolphin jumping, I've never seen one before.'

Suddenly the food tasted much better, and his excitement took a direction that suited him very well. He still meant to at least try to let go a bit more, but he knew how working metal relaxed him totally, and he inwardly thanked Hermes for providing him with a certain solution for a potential problem on this hot world.

Melissa and Paul decided to go to bed soon after dinner, the strangeness of the whole day catching up with them. Lukas said he would stay up a little longer, to catch up further with his father, and added in his thoughts, to allow them some time together. 

The young couple left the door to their chamber open, to let in as much cool air as they could, but also to hear some noise from outside, they were used to living in a city, and total silence was not something they were used to.

Meanwhile, Hermes had opened another bottle of wine, preparing to reminisce on their past in this villa, but Lukas had something on his liver. His enhanced empathy had set off an alarm at his father's emotions twice this evening, revealing emotions carefully concealed on the outside, but potentially harmful to his beloved friends.

He could do nothing less than confront his father, for once they were on their way to Katarina it would be much more difficult to abort this mission and to return home. They each had a device in their backpack that George and Tristan assured them would take them to their own cellar in an instant, but Lukas really wanted to put things right with his daughter first.

He would not risk hurting his friends for Katarina, though, she had her own responsibility as well, and his was with Paul and Melissa first.

'Father, before my friends and I leave this villa, I want you to tell me the truth on two things that have come to my attention today.'

If Hermes was surprised to be so addressed by his son, he did not show any sign. It was rather as if he knew what was coming, and was preparing to submit to his son's interrogation.

His silence encouraged Lukas to point out an embarrassing fact: 'Father, the elven statues we had set to spy on you told us you were still very much in love with Melissa just before you entered the portal.

Before we did the same, we discussed this amongst ourselves, and we couldn't imagine it surviving your return to godhood, and the availability of girls and women who were interested in sharing your bed. It appears we were wrong, I caught you thinking of her with distinct tenderness today, and yet you showed not a sign outwardly.

I want you to tell me exactly what you are planning to do about this, for I'd rather return straight away and leave my sister to the mercy of your father and siblings, than help her and lose my beloved friend to your selfish interests.'

Well and truly caught out, Hermes bowed his head in, pain it seemed, and spoke: 'I betrayed my feelings in an unguarded moment, you are truly worthy of your title of master of love, my slip cannot have lasted more than a second.

But you are right, I still spend a lot of thoughts on your beautiful friend, I've never met anyone like her, she is so independent and loving. Such a free spirit.

And I plan to do nothing about it. There is nothing I can do. I can bend her to my will, but that would destroy her spirit, it would leave me with nothing but a body. Plus, it would be wrong.

I hoped to get a hug now and then, or a chat amongst friends, I hoped to become her friend and at least get the love a friend gets.

For I know you love her, and your artist friend needs her, and you need him.'

Lukas interrupted him here and said in an imperative tone: 'He is not my friend, her husband, the artist, he is Paul. You are dehumanizing him, father, and that frightens me. You always used mortals, bent their wills, broke their spirits, ignored their needs, and this mortal is someone I love more than you. More than myself. I will not risk Paul, and I will not risk Melissa, in any way, to save your arse. Do you understand that, father?

For the second thing I caught, was your intention to have him taken by your sister, for her own immortal uses. You at least know better now, you know that bending a mortal to your will will break his spirit, but your sister doesn't. She would make him her slave and use him until she was tired of him, then discard the sad remains. And she has a very jealous husband, who would not hesitate to swat him like a fly. The thought of that happening to Paul makes me sick with fear.

I will not allow you to hurt him.

I came to this world for you, risking my life, and my friends' lives and well-being. I do not want to stay here, not even as a god, there is nothing for me here. One more thought on using my loved ones for your own purposes, and we are gone from here, sealing the portal behind us forever. Is that clear?'

Lukas could see that his father was taking him very seriously. And more importantly, he felt the shame and the guilt he needed to feel from him, to prove he could be trusted.

'Can I still let him make the necklace for Aphrodite? He seemed to relish the challenge.'

'You can if you promise to keep his identity a secret from her until we have left your world.' 

'You know I can't stop loving Melissa on command, I've tried to.' His father looked pitiable admitting this, and his feeling was hopeless.

'I know, father, and you can still hug her and talk to her, but no dehumanizing Paul because she loves him, and I'll check the spell you put on her before I go to sleep. If I find it more than you told her it is, we're gone, tonight.' 

His father nearly choked, and whispered: 'It is more. I gave her a direct link to my power, so she can always use her magic to save herself, and I'd know if she were in danger. I'd be there to help her in a fraction of a second.'

'How could you, father? You had no right, she is not your subject, she's mine.'

'No she's not,' Hermes retorted,' she's a free spirit, she belongs to no-one. Not even to you, Lykos. I'm still way more powerful than you, and if something happened to her on a mission to save my arse, as you so aptly put it, something I could have prevented, I'd never forgive myself.'

Lukas could not but see the truth in that.

'All right, you've made your point, as far as Melissa is concerned. But you don't love Paul, in fact, I think you despise him, how can I be certain you will not plot to cause him harm, to remove him?'

'I do not despise him, Paul is a true artist, and his talent makes him worthy of admiration. If I caused him harm, or removed him, it would seriously hurt both of you. I offered him the same link I gave Melissa, but he ignored me.'

'He doesn't trust you, father, and I think he is wise not to. I will not discuss this with Melissa, for she is in no danger from you and she'd better not know of your admiration. But I will tell Paul and if he fears for his life, his freedom or his happiness at your hand, we will leave.'

'Please don't, Lykos, and please don't leave me. I'm just envious of his power over both of you. How can one mortal have a right to so much love?' 

'By giving us everything he has, father, he has done so much for me, shared his love for me, though it was very hard for him. I may be a god here, but I still worship him.'

'If I promise to guard him as well as Melissa, will you believe me?' His father was practically flinging his feelings at him, desperate to convince his son of his sincerity.

The elves had told them he had changed, could be trusted. But that was before he was restored to power, on an alien world.

He replied: 'I'm still not sure, father, I'm risking everything here, I don't like negative feelings at all, but I cannot believe that you would let something you really want go to someone else. I'm not promising anything, I'm going to bed now. Good night.'

'Good night my son.'

Melissa couldn't sleep, it was just too quiet outside, and the voices coming from the terrace were too loud. After making love quietly, with Paul taking the greatest care to thoroughly please Melissa before even thinking of his own lust, Paul had fallen asleep, looking forward to the challenge Hermes had promised him. 

Still in his arms, surrounded by his familiar scent, she lay awake, listening to the voice of her other beloved, worried that he sounded different, almost angry, an emotion that only his father seemed to be able to call forth in him.

Was it a mistake to come here?

And what could they be fighting about?

Drifting in and out of sleep, still hearing Lukas' voice in anger, his father now almost pleading, she resisted the urge to go out and see what was going on. Moments later, Lukas came into the chamber, undressed, and crawled in next to her.

She took him in her arms and felt the tension in him, and his solid muscles, his chest, his stomach, and those huge bundles on his legs, hard as iron. His scent was strong, had he worked himself up in anger? Lukas?

Still stroking his hard, lean body, she nuzzled his neck and asked softly: 'You're angry. Do you want to talk about it?' He turned towards her, buried his face in her breasts for a few moments, then looked up again and said: 'Did we wake you up? Did you hear anything?'

Moving one hand to scratch his horns, she replied: 'No, I couldn't sleep, everything is so strange, it is so quiet. Except your voice, I couldn't make out the words, but you sounded angry, I don't know you like that.' Lukas leaned into the blissful feeling and felt himself relax, his hands now exploring Melissa's creamy curves in silence.

After some time, he said: 'My father can still make me very angry, he is so self-centred.'

She replied: 'Well, he is a Greek god, they are reputed to be very selfish and uncaring about mortals like us.'

'I'm not worried about you, he really likes you and I'm convinced he will do everything he can to protect you. But I'm afraid for Paul, my father refuses to acknowledge him by name, considering him just another mortal and as such, a pawn in the game between him and his fellow gods. Let's sleep on it, and ask Paul himself, and if he doesn't trust Hermes we'd better go back tomorrow. We can go to his parents' estate or to Ireland to have a holiday.'

This really hit home with Melissa, if Lukas truly feared that Hermes would bend Paul to some goal of his own, she didn't want to stay either. She said: 'That is serious, but let's deal with it tomorrow, together. Do you want to make love now?'

Lukas looked at her hungrily and his voice was husky as he confirmed: 'I do, very much so. But wouldn't that be asking too much of you, with Paul heated up so much, to have two men to have to make love to?' He was so sweet to think of that, but actually, the whole situation made her feel eager for his love, and to be honest, the heat was having its effect on her as well, making her feel horny most of the time.

So she breathed in his ear: 'The heat is turning me on, too, and I want to feel you really close to me, inside me.' The love in his eyes was just breathtaking, and his feelings broke through his shield for a moment, or he projected them on purpose of course, his love and his need for both of them filled her up and made her feel so incredibly wanted and loved, that the feeling nearly drowned out her lust.

Until he bent over her and kissed her, his lean body against her voluptuous one, his rock-hard erection against her thighs, his dented lip against hers, their tongues meeting.

She wanted to feel him inside her immediately, so she got hold of him with decision and guided him into her, groaning with pleasure at feeling him fill her up slowly, his flesh against the sensitive places within. The heat flaring up surprised even herself, but she merely blamed it on the climate and enjoyed the feeling intensely.

Lukas seemed to be in a very thoughtful mood, thrusting slowly, experiencing every movement intensely. That was fine for the second round, but first Melissa wanted some action, so she reached out for his horns and scratched them firmly, getting the explosion of ardour she wanted.

This was just incredible, his trusts followed one another so rapidly, they melted together and became one intense experience, leaving her no moment to catch her breath and causing her to have a wave of bliss within almost no time at all.

Then Lukas slowed immediately, his mood unchanged apparently, and he removed himself from her and settled himself between her legs, ready to indulge in a nice, long taste of her. His tongue licked, his mouth sucked, and she quivered under him, his tension draining out of him, and her heat rising steadily. He brought her to several highs, all different, and she didn't stop him, even when her own heat had dwindled to nearly nothing, he seemed to need this just now, and it still felt wonderful, if not exactly filled with extreme passion.

And then he was ready for some action once more, and because he knew she was sated, he guided her legs on his shoulders, to reach that one spot inside her that could always give her bliss once more. And this time was no different, as soon as she felt his touch inside, her heat rose one last time, and as he speeded up she saw his face, smiling happily again, until she lost all contact with the world and spun in ecstasy, round and round, higher and higher, until she came with a smothered cry, and watched him as he lost it in total bliss, thrusting furiously, until he shuddered in release and crashed on top of her.

Everything would be just fine, she just knew that suddenly, as she laid there in a strange bed, but with the familiar shape of her beloved behind her, and the heaving, panting goat-man on top of her. She clutched him to her with all the love she felt for him, and he smiled at her, undoubtedly picking up her certainty of a happy end.

He rested in her arms until his breathing was normal again and they were both ready to go to sleep, then he rolled to the side and they fell asleep in a tangle.

Neither of them gave a single thought to the centuries old god in the body of a stunning young man, who laid in his bed at the end of the hall alone, awake, and who heard some of the sounds of their loving with a mixture of desire and sadness, and who was even more determined to prove his reliability to them, starting to see that sharing love with the same person was not always a bad thing.

Chapter 4

The next morning, Melissa awoke early, of course by Lukas kissing her, saying: 'I'm off for a run, or a swim, depends on the state of the paths, I'll be back in a bit over an hour.' Though there were no clocks in ancient Greece, Lukas seemed to have an uncanny sense of time, and Paul had brought his copper watch which seemed to run fine, Melissa couldn't wait to find out if time did indeed run differently here.

She was too much awake to stay in bed, so she got up, dressed in another one of those flowing linen dresses, this time a light green colour, and she sat on the terrace. Ophius brought her a steaming drink, not coffee of course, they didn't have that yet in ancient Greece, nor tea, but a herbal mixture that approximated the taste of tea surprisingly well.

She wished him a good morning, in accent-less Greek that still surprised her a little to hear come out of her own mouth, and he replied: 'And the same to you, mistress. 

The master told me you were used to a hot beverage in the morning, this is what I came up with that resembled your English tea the most, according to him.' 

Melissa was touched that Hermes had gone through such trouble to make them feel at home, and she said so. 'And could you please call me Melissa? Being called mistress makes me uncomfortable, I'm from a humble family.'

Ophius nodded and replied: 'I will if it pleases you, Melissa,' quite pleased to find her so kind and unassuming. He had a great deal of love for the boy he had helped raise, and it eased his mind to know that he had finally found love with two such stable friends. He had observed them sharing love with extreme passion, sorting out a minor problem amongst themselves, they had clearly supported Lukas in his rise to power and they were keeping him connected to mortals. What more could a young man want?

His master's slip of the heart yesterday had not escaped Ophius, nor had he missed the conversation in which Lykos had taken his father to task. It did not surprise Ophius that Hermes would fall in love with a young mortal, he had done that before, and this girl was very exotic in her looks and quite a character. And though never before had a girl ever resist his charms, it did not surprise him that Hermes persisted, either, he usually got what he wanted in the end.

What did surprise him, was that his master had desisted from just making the girl fall hopelessly in love with him. He could, and he always had so far. The fact that Hermes was mooning over an unrequited love was the only surprise in the whole affair, and he would watch with interest how things would turn out.

Ophius was very proud that Lykos had talked back to his father, and he did not doubt that his favourite would pack up and leave if Hermes so much as thought of turning his will to either the girl, or the young man of his choice. 

Having heard his master's account of his sufferings in the future world, Ophius did not doubt that Hermes had learned a lot, the hard way, and that he would not betray Lykos and his friends. But that wouldn't stop him, Ophius, from keeping a sharp eye and ear out for information, for he was not going to let the son suffer from the father's selfishness ever again.

As Melissa sat on the terrace, enjoying the cool air for as long as it would last, she looked around in wonder and just couldn't believe she was really here. She could not imagine living here, it was way too quiet to her taste, and she really needed something to do, she could imagine Paul jumping on a chance to make a piece of jewellery for whomever, just to have something to do with his hands. She of course preferred to exercise her mind, and she would find a way to do just that.

After maybe ten minutes she was joined by Hermes, who looked as young and as fresh as ever. He wanted to greet her all over again, and she indulged him, reminded of Lukas and his constant need for assertion of their love for him. He was cute, like a sleek, handsome tomcat, but still cute, and he smelled very nice, and she did not mind at all to embrace him and even spared him a few chaste kisses.




Past Lives Revisited



Is this our only lifetime or do we have others? Have we had others? Many people think so. Under hypnosis and by other means, people have recalled what they call past lifetimes, many of the details from these being historically verifiable. There are reports of many déjà vu experiences, where a person knows people and/or places that they have never physically met or visited in this present lifetime. However, there are many others who believe that we're here for a while then there's nothing. I'm not going to judge one against the other or to try to analyse whether one viewpoint is more likely to be true than the other. 

But what if we did have many lifetimes? And what if we could choose what we did in these lifetimes? Who we were? Where we live? Who we meet? What would we choose? What would you choose? 

Many therapists use past lifetime experiences under some form of hypnosis to help clients resolve problems they have in their present lives. For example, from my own experience, dealing with chronic back pain in a past lifetime enabled me to heal that in the present. Several of my past lifetimes have involved ships and in several I have drowned. By revisiting these episodes in my past lifetimes I have successfully healed my fear of drowning and also explained my love of boats and the sea in my present lifetime. Very often it is the viewing of the manner in which we died in a previous life and the releasing of emotions that surrounded this experience that enable us to move on in the present life.

The consciousness of past lifetimes may also come through during hypnosis. I know of three women who have claimed to be Cleopatra in previous lifetimes; clearly this is highly unlikely. Yet if they had lived in the time of Cleopatra, it is very possible that the strong Cleopatra consciousness that existed at that time could have colored their memories of that time. Therefore while the visiting of past lifetimes under hypnosis is a valuable therapeutic tool, the visits are not necessarily accurate or factually correct. Nor do they need to be in a therapeutic sense; if the revisiting is beneficial to the healing of the person, then that aim is achieved and that is sufficient.

If we are able to experience past lifetimes, and if, as many people believe, time is simply a construct to prevent everything from happening at once, and if, as many people also believe, it is theoretically possible to move through time at will, then theoretically we could experience future lifetimes now. So we could preview what we choose for a future lifetime by experiencing it under hypnosis in our current reality. However, it is likely that in this case what we experience is simply one of an infinite range of possibilities available to us.

This is a story about a couple who believed this; believed they could experience both past and future lifetimes now, and believed they could choose to experience highlights of these lifetimes then return to the present.

This story is fiction but several of the past and future lifetime experiences described in this story are based on my own personal experiences of past and future lifetimes which I have visited while under a form of hypnosis. None of the characters are intended to portray any real person from any lifetime. Enjoy.

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Tom negotiated the twisting road, struggling to take in the views of craggy rocks and breaking surf as they approached their weekend accommodation. Julie, his wife of six years, sat by his side, eyes glued to the road as she nervously watched each and every corner. Another few miles and they arrived at the cottage, set in an isolated natural alcove against the towering cliffs, the sea close by their feet as it pounded against the rocks, sending spume flying upwards almost to the height of the ledge where the cottage was situated.

"What an amazing place," said Julie breathlessly, watching yet another giant roller from the Pacific smash itself to pieces on the rocks. "Just the sheer power of the waves is awe inspiring."

"Yes," agreed Tom, "So powerful, so incredible. What a great place to spend a couple of days exploring time, space and us."

They watched, entranced by the regular booming of the surf, before eventually walking inside and unpacking their bags in the single room. There was a kitchen in one corner, a basic but comfortable couch and reclining chairs looking out through the glass sliding doors, across the deck to the ocean, and a large, comfortable-looking bed in the far corner. Bathroom facilities were in a second small room on the wall furthest from the sea.

As Tom sat in one chair while Julie made some coffee, he thought about why they were here, reviewing the hypnotherapy courses they'd taken during the past few years with the express aim of allowing them to visit past lifetimes. They'd had some fascinating adventures, he recalled, and as they relived these he had noticed how each past lifetime he'd visited had seemed so real. He recalled almost getting lost in one, a journey to medieval China, and how concerned Julie had been when he'd stopped responding to her voiced suggestions and she'd been only able to bring him back to the present over a long period of time and with great difficulty. It had only been with very great reluctance that he'd managed to release himself from the hold that time period had on him and allow himself to return to the present day. It certainly had seemed so real to him then, easily as real as he felt in his current body. His body, he reflected, was probably simply an unnecessary burden in any exploration of past lives.

As Julie waited for the kettle to boil she also recalled some of her previous adventures into past lifetimes. She remembered vividly her experience as a deck hand on a sailing ship in the 17th century and her fall from the rigging to her death by drowning in a wind-whipped ocean, very like the one out the window. She shuddered involuntarily. She also recalled her panic when she had found it almost impossible to bring Tom back from his adventures in China and hoped there would be no repeat of this during their explorations this weekend. She poured the coffee and took the two mugs to the lounge, where Tom indicated she should sit on his lap, something they both really liked doing even after six years of marriage.

"So, are you ready for some more adventures?" asked Tom.

"Oh, yes, and also I'm ready for some love making with my favorite husband," she replied.

He sat back a little way from her. "You have more than one?" he asked.

"Well, I guess I've had lots of them in past lives, as well as lots of wives when I was a male, but you're the only one I have who has a body right now, and it's the body that I'm looking forward to exploring this weekend too." She bent forward and kissed him passionately. "I don't know why, just the power of the waves on the rocks makes me feel sexy. Maybe the water thumping on the cliffs makes me think of something else thumping somewhere else."

"Well, I'm sure we'll find time for that too. Do you want first trip or do you want to send me away for a bit?"

"I want you to go on your trip first. I do enjoy watching you when you visit past lifetimes and your present day body often responds as your past lifetime body would. Remember how sexy you felt that time when you were in a harem? Remember how great our lovemaking was after you returned?"

Tom grinned. "Yes, that was wonderful, just as wonderful as you were after you'd returned from your courtesan lifetime in 18th century France. God you learnt some tricks from that lifetime."

"Yeah, true. But what I'm really looking forward to is travelling to future lifetimes. All I can remember physically is being a woman, so I want to experience being a man in a few lifetimes this weekend."

"Yes, and I want to be a woman. I want to feel the sensations of having a large cock pushed into my willing vagina, of being able to have endless orgasms like you women can."

"Ooohh, sounds lovely, but really it's overrated. What I'm looking forward to most is the feeling of hot cum spurting out of my cock inside some luscious woman. Isn't it a shame that all these memories seem to be erased from our conscious minds between lifetimes?"

"Yes, it's certainly a pity, but I guess it means we can feel these again anew each lifetime. Otherwise we'd be carrying far too much baggage with us into each life, which would certainly weigh us down and prevent us from experiencing it all freshly. We'd have expectations, which we now don't have to begin with in each lifetime. It should be a great weekend."

An hour later Tom and Julie had finished their coffee, been for a walk as far down the rugged trail as they felt it was safe to travel with the huge ocean waves pounding so close to their feet, and were relaxing on the bed. It had always been their practice to make love with each other before embarking on a past life journey and today was no exception. This love-making and connecting with each other at all levels seemed to establish excellent rapport and develop the necessary trust in each other that was required when you placed your consciousness in the hands of another.

Julie was wearing her thong and brief bra and Tom a pair of brief undershorts as they hugged and kissed each other, Tom's erect cock pressing through the thin fabric against Julie's lower abdomen. He reached up and introduced his hand beneath her bra, cupping her left breast and playing gently with the nipple. In reply Julie reached into his briefs and cupped his balls, alternately pushing them upwards into their sockets, then pulling them downwards. Tom rolled her onto her back, then undid her front-fastening bra and lifted the cups off her breasts.

"Geez, you're a sexy vixen," he whispered into her ear. "I don't care what my future lifetime is so long as you're there with me."

"Yeah, except I might be a slave girl and you a princess, who knows? Or I'll be a prisoner and you my torturer. Guess you might just like that too," she giggled. "Just because we're together at the same time doesn't mean we'll get to do anything fun. Guess we just have to make the most of what we have right now."

"Guess so," he replied, kissing her nipples alternately as he thrust his fabric-covered cock against her covered pussy. "Time to play, methinks."

He stood up and removed his shorts, allowing his cock to spring free, then pulled her panties down and off her feet. They looked at each other's familiar naked bodies for what seemed to be a long time.

"I could watch you forever," he said softly.

"No you couldn't," she replied, spreading and bending her legs, "I'd be jumping your bones long before forever even started. Come and make love to be, loverboy."

Tom needed no further invitation and knelt between her knees, rubbing his fingers through her gooey trench and playing with her nipples.

"Ooohhh, yes, you waitin' for a written invite? Shove him in me now, darlin'."

Tom loved it when his wife talked dirty and his cock gave an additional lurch as he reached for the pillows and pushed them under her ass, raising her hips invitingly towards him. He simply had to lean forward and push his cock downwards slightly and he was perfectly aligned and slid all the way inside her drooling vagina.

Julie stopped breathing as she felt his cock run its way inside, then let out her breath as a soft moan, wrapping her arms around his back and drawing him downwards further onto her. They kissed breathlessly.

"Oh, I love you sweetheart," she whispered in his ear once her mouth was released.

"Mmmm, and I love you too, darling."

They began gently moving against each other, slowly but surely bringing each other towards higher and higher plains of arousal until after nearly fifteen minutes both were approaching the point of no return. Tom sped up his thrusting as Julie thrust back harder, seeking the stimulation in her clit that she so enjoyed. After only a few more thrusts like this Tom bent backwards as he thrust as far as he could into Julie and came hard, his copious hot cum spurting into the end of her vagina.

Julie let out a scream of ecstasy and began writhing beneath Tom, rubbing her clit against his hard body as her intense orgasm washed over her, taking her to other places, other times, then bringing her gradually back to the present as her breathing deepened and she began to relax, feeling Tom's sperm oozing out of her opening as his cock slowly deflated. They lay together for several minutes, kissing and cuddling, before they separated, rubbed each other down with a towel, talking of inconsequential things before walking naked to the kitchen bench where they poured themselves glasses of the beautifully tasting water from the rainwater tank.

"That's always so loving, so affirming, so relaxing," said Tom. "It's so easy to do the mind and time travel after making love because we seem to trust each other more."

"Yes, I agree. You ready?"

"Sure am," agreed Tom, taking cushions from the couch and setting them on the floor before covering them with towels. "We're fortunate that it's a warm day today and we can do this naked. It feels so much freer than when we're clothed."

"Yes, we are fortunate. It's so much easier when we're naked, almost as though removing clothing and being exposed physically allows us to be exposed mentally and spiritually as well. Now, darling, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths."

"So first off can we just go wherever we feel the need to go; to allow whatever lifetime, past or future, to just be here rather than directing us to go anywhere in particular? There'll be time for direction later."

"Sounds good to me," agreed Julie.

With practised ease Tom put Julie into a mild trance before asking her to go to another time. Julie's breathing changed as his mind and soul divorced themselves from his physical body and drifted, seeking another time and place that was calling to her. Once he made the connection with this time and place, his breathing changed again, taking on the breathing of the person he was in that lifetime.

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I felt myself drifting in time and space, saw endless possibilities for lifetimes unlived through aeons of time unspent until it felt like I was sucked into a vortex and I seemed to enter the body of a woman. As was our habit, I asked for name, age and location and was told that I was now a 38 year old woman named Elizabeth living in England in 1546. I was the at the center of a crowd of people who were chanting "Witch" at me. There was a powerful looking person, better dressed than most, who was pushing his way through the crowd and came to stand alongside me. He looked at me carefully.

"Is this true? Are you a witch as these people say you are?" he asked.

"No, I'm not a witch. All I did was to use some of my herbs to heal a sick baby. Everyone thought the baby would die but he didn't. There he is over there," I pointed to a mother who was holding a small child in her arms as he looked around himself.

"Come here," the man ordered the woman holding the child, "Was you baby sick?"

"Yes, he was almost dead," the woman answered, "But then this woman did something and he seemed to come back to life. It must be the work of the Devil," she said.

The crowd around me heard the word 'Devii' and began chanting 'Witch' again until the man held up his hand for silence.

"We will have to test this woman to see if she is indeed a witch," he said, "Come with me to the pond."

Holding me tightly he led me to a nearby pool of water where there was a chair set up on the end of a long pole which could swivel around. For some reason I knew they were going to kill me so I dissociated from this woman and looked down at the scene. It was totally out of control, the superstitious ignorance of these villagers was palpable and I knew that there was no way I could survive this. I drifted back through my lifetime, seeing myself as a child taking an interest in plants in the woods. My grandmother taught me how to use plants to keep people healthy, how to heal wounds and make dressings, then she died of old age. 

My own mother was very religious and shunned the use of plants, believing only that God would heal and that anything people did to heal themselves was from the Devil. She sent me away when I was still only 15, telling me never to return to the village. I went forwards in time and saw myself learning a great deal more from women who could heal other people before I returned to the village, hoping that my mother was still alive and that her attitude had changed.

I found my mother, who was reluctant to have anything to do with me but eventually invited me into her house for a meal. After I had eaten the woman whose child I had helped had come to my mother's door with her child looking almost dead and barely able to breathe. I couldn't simply sit there and do nothing so I had gone into the woods and collected some herbs, then made a concoction which I rubbed on the child's chest and held under his nose. Immediately he had begun breathing easier and I saw him recover over the next short time. The woman took her child and returned to the village.

From my dissociated viewpoint I watched as she went to the church and told the priest all that had happened. The priest was furious and called the magistrate, who was now leading me to the pool, followed by the villagers.

"You will be tried on a ducking stool as a witch," he announced. "If you are indeed a witch, then you will be able to survive on the stool and will then be burnt at the stake as a witch. If you are not a witch, you will drown, which will be an indication that you were nort a witch and had not sold your soul to the Devil, so you will be buried in the cemetery with a full religious burial service. Do you understand?" he asked Elizabeth, the woman I was in this lifetime.

I nodded, mutely, realizing that I was about to die either by drowning or burning. Several villagers grabbed me and tied me into the chair, then it was swung out over the pond by several willing men who dropped the chair with me attached into the water. I felt myself submerge completely and held my breath. My heart was racing and I felt the desperate need to breathe, but still I held on. Just when I knew for certain that I could hold my breath for no longer, I was raised out of the water, wet, bedraggled and gasping, and swung to the bank.

The villagers and magistrate immediately saw I was alive and the villagers moved away, afraid in case some part of the Devil, which was clearly in me, should infect them. I was sentenced to death as a witch by being burnt at the stake and was quickly untied and taken to a hastily built pile of wood in the square where I was tied to a vertical pole surrounded by tinder dry wood. After pontificating for a while about the dangers of making pacts with the Devil, the magistrate called in the priest to bells my soul and then the fire was lit around me. The flames quickly engulfed me, my wet clothing preventing it from burning for a few seconds while each breath of air I tried to inhale was filled with hot airless smoke. I quickly became unconscious but it took several more minutes before I felt my soul leave my body and I looked down at the fire burning my lifeless body at the stake while the ignorant villagers, priest and magistrate looked on. 

I felt really sad that such prejudice and ignorance could have persisted so recently, driven by the power of religion. I waited a short time only then headed towards the light.

I had been relating all that had happened to Tom and, as though from a great distance, I heard Tom's voice calling me back to the present. I had been so caught up in this lifetime that I had completely forgotten that it wasn't real but merely a memory, so I focused on Tom's voice and came back to present reality in my body as Julie.




Past Lives Revisited



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Tom noticed that Julie had stopped talking, stopped relating what he was seeing and feeling and was sitting there peacefully.

"Julie, you can return to the present now when you're ready," he told her.

Julie started, then, as though coming back to reality from a dream; she felt her awareness of the present place grow until she was able to open her eyes and look at her darling husband, Tom, a look of concern on his face.

"Welcome back," he said, smiling once he saw she was fully present again. "That was some lifetime."

"Yeah," agreed Julie slowly, "I can't get over how prejudiced those people were against anything that was even slightly different." She sighed. "Oh well, I guess that barbaric things like that still happen today, and we have the audacity to call ourselves civilized. Thank you for taking me through that, darling, I just hope we can have some happy ones this weekend too."

"It was a pleasure, as always, to guide you through a previous lifetime. Let's have a coffee then you can return the favor."

Remaining naked, they had coffee and a few snacks, sitting on the deck in the sun watching the endless waves beat against the cliffs below as the warm breeze fanned their skin.

"It's no wonder that the cliffs eventually give in and erode," said Julie, "Just the power of those waves would beat anything to powder, even supposedly solid rock. I guess at some time in the future this cottage will be gone and the waves will be pounding cliffs well inland from where we now sit. I'm sure we won't be around then, at least not in these bodies."

Tom agreed. "True, but remember that in even far longer time periods, the sand particles that these cliffs have been pulverized into will form sandstone and be raised up into yet more cliffs to be pounded by yet more waves. Such is the nature of nature; everything is simply part of a cycle, even us."

Tom was impatient to start his past life journey so cleared the mugs and plate, then they returned to their room and sat once again ready to proceed. This time Julie put Tom into a trance and indicated that he should travel back in time until he was in another body in another place.

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I was in a very high tower looking out over a city of old style buildings. I looked at what I was wearing and found it was silks and brocades, quite heavy and ornate. I was a woman and from the attitudes I felt I must have been of high breeding and very wealthy as I surveyed what I realized was my kingdom. I asked and was told that I was Lady Walburg and this city was Vienna. Curious I asked what the year was and was told 1573. I was interrupted by a servant walking onto the parapet where I was standing. He told me that my husband was waiting for me in my chamber.

I hurried inside and passed through several doorways before turning into an ornate room which had golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and was dominated by a large bed in the center of the room.

"You summoned me, my lord," I said as I approached the figure seated in the carved chair at my desk. I thought this was a strange way to greet my husband but the relationship that existed between us was soon clarified.

"Yes, I did," he replied coldly. Was this my husband, I asked myself, and immediately received the answer that he was, but that it was a marriage of political convenience. I was then shown a quick summary of my numerous infidelities and of his as well. It seemed there was no love lost between Lord Walburg and myself, his wife, and we both partook of extramarital affairs to slake our desire for mortal pleasures.

"I've been looking at these accounts and it seems you've overspent on brandy once again. I've warned you about this in the past and this time I intend to take action. You will be punished right now for your misdeeds and maybe you'll remember in future. Now strip yourself naked."

I felt my heart lurch in my breast as I wondered what my hateful husband had in store for me. I knew from past experience that whatever it was it wouldn't be pleasant and would probably involve him forcing himself on me at some stage, enforcing his conjugal rights, as he put it. I quickly stripped out of my gown and the intricate underwear which had been so carefully fitted by my personal servant a few hours earlier.

Once I was naked my husband rang the small bell which I usually used to summon my servant. This time, however, a burly man dressed only in a loincloth and face mask, appeared. He was carrying a short heavy leather whip.

"Beat her until I tell you to stop," ordered my husband.

The man grabbed my arm and threw me onto the bed, laying a stroke of the whip on my belly before I could move. He then flipped me over and pressed down on my shoulders with one arm while he began beating my back and ass with the whip. Each blow hurt badly and I felt myself involuntarily dissociate from the body being beaten, an automatic protective response I had noticed in other past lifetime experiences when the body in which I was temporarily resident was experiencing trauma. In this state I continued to relate to Julie what was happening as I watched.

Under the repeated blows from the whip my skin became red then began to tear and blood oozed out, each blow spreading the blood further until my ass cheeks were a blood covered mess of skin and flesh. I was pleased I'd dissociated myself as it must have been incredibly painful for poor Lady Walburg. Eventually Lord Walburg called a halt to the proceedings and I watched myself lie on the bed and sob in agony. I thought it was over and was beginning to re-associate myself into the body when Lord Walburg ordered that I be turned over. The beater easily flipped me over, causing me to feel pain in my ass as it pressed on the bed, then Lord Walburg walked over and looked down at me.

"This is what happens when you fail to curb your desires," he said. "Your other desires are well known. You're a slut and a whore and do not deserve to be called my wife. However, it is politically expedient that you remain so. Therefore, for a long time your forbidden liaisons will be either very painful or impossible."

I felt a shudder go through me, knowing that the punishment was not yet over. 

"Beat her more," ordered Lord Walburg, "Tits and cunt. Let's see how she likes fucking around then."

I struggled to escape but to no avail. The beater simply took a fistful of one breast and pushed his elbow into my throat as he struck me hard between my legs. I couldn't even scream and felt the pain in my groin as I quickly dissociated once more. As I watched and described the scene to Julie, I saw the beater place many blows on my lower abdomen, pussy and thighs. After a few strokes Lord Walburg, my husband, held my ankles and spread my legs far apart, allowing the thongs of the whip to impact on my most tender places. I was pleased I could not feel the pain and felt great compassion for poor Lady Walburg as she was forced to endure this savage beating. Eventually Lord Walburg called an end and instructed that her tits be beaten. By this stage she was barely able to move, let alone avoid the heavy strokes of the whip and very quickly her throat was hoarse from screaming as her breasts lost their shape and strips of skin under the repeated blows that rained down upon them. I felt that part of me which was still in Lady Walburg relax and knew that she was now unconscious. I watched as the beating continued for a few minutes then Lord Walburg dismissed the beater and he left the room.

Not having anything more to learn from Lady Walburg as she lay unconscious, I followed Lord Walburg as he went directly to another room, which turned out to be the quarters of one of his maid servants. He quickly ripped off her dress, laid her on the bed and entered her roughly with his raging hard cock. As I watched she first gasped at the savage attack, but then recovered enough to encourage Lord Walburg to greater efforts. She was rewarded quickly with his emission being released deep inside her cunt, followed by Lord Walburg lying on her, almost preventing her from breathing, until he had recovered, wiped himself on the tatters of her dress, then left the room.

I returned to Lady Walburg, who was now conscious and being attended to by her personal maid servant. Her wounds were being bathed with some form of herbal preparation and she was still in extreme pain. I attempted to re-associate with her but it was too painful; I had borne this pain in one lifetime, I saw no need to bear it in another. I decided that this was not a lifetime to remain in so went forward in time quickly, seeing Lady Walburg have several children, but none by her husband, and eventually being banished along with her husband after he was revealed as a despotic dictator out for his own ends. 

I re-associated myself with her as she died a natural death in poverty. I felt that she had some regrets about having been forced to marry Lord Walburg and certainly some ill-feeling towards the pain Lord Walburg had inflicted and the loveless marriage she had been forced to endure for so long. However, she was very grateful for the love she received from her children and from her loving and distraught consort who was there to console her at the end.

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As Julie noticed Tom relax and stop talking, she told him that he could return to the present when he was ready. It took many minutes for Tom to process this lifetime in silence as he gradually reintegrated himself into his present body. Then he opened his eyes and gazed lovingly at Julie.

"Whew, that was some lifetime. Those people were so hard on each other. I wonder who is now the person who was Lord Walburg at that time? Be really interesting to find out and see what they were doing now."

"Yes, well it's probably fortunate that we can't do that but can only revisit our lifetimes. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, most definitely, hungry for food and hungry for you, sweetheart. I certainly know when I'm well off and don't need to visit any servant to get my rocks off."

Julie noticed that his cock was standing to attention so leant forward and gently licked and sucked the head while he cupped her hanging breasts.

"What a waste of a beautiful woman to beat her like that," he said as he gently caressed her flawless breasts, "If I was me now I certainly wouldn't have wasted such a beauty."

"No, but you're now a different person and some of the person you are now is because of the lessons you learned back then. If that lifetime hadn't happened, you wouldn't be who you are today, and quite possibly we wouldn't even have met. Everything happens for a purpose and we can't judge what happened in the past by today's standards, we simply have to accept that what happened, happened, and move on with life. After all, I wonder how people will judge what is happening today in the future."

"Yes, darling, you're right. Judgement is pointless and a waste of time because we can't change anything, only accept it. It's still sad though that humans had to behave like animals, or worse than animals actually."

"Yes, but look at what's happening now. People are being killed by suicide bombers, being judged because of race, age or color, ripping people off financially. We're really no better that Lord Walburg, it's just that what is happening now is possibly somehow more acceptable. Maybe. I don't know. But then, everyone must have some motive for what they're doing so to them what they're doing seems to be possibly the best way to manage a situation. It's strange really."

"Yes, darling, what else is strange is that we're sitting here, naked, in this wonderful setting, hungry for dinner and each other and we're trying to solve the world's problems. Come on honey, tease me a bit and I'll tease you, then we can eat dinner, then we'll have dessert of each other."

Julie pounced on Tom, who lay on his back submissively, then she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, running her tongue around it as she gripped his balls in her hand and pulled downwards.

"Owww," cried Tom, wriggling from under her and quickly reversing their positions, holding her down with his hands on her breasts as he licked and sucked her pussy and clit. He soon had her moaning and helpless, her legs wide apart, his tongue teasing her clit while his fingers squeezed and twisted her nipples. She was close, so close to cumming; he sensed it, debated with himself whether to make her cum of leave her hanging, then she was there and the moment of decision was gone.

"YESSSSS, OOOOHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSS, I'M CUMMMMINGGGGGGG!!" 

Julie writhed in ecstasy as Tom watched her in wonder, marvelling at his beautiful, responsive wife. Normally at this time he would insert his cock into her flowing vagina, but tonight he wanted this to last, so he simply kept caressing her nipples until she returned to earth, then they kissed deeply, Tom lying on top of her and thrusting his cock inside her as their tongues wrestled. He kept his hips still, using his weight to hold her still, then after a few minutes he withdrew and stood up.

"The rest's for dessert," he told her with a grin. "Right now it's time for food."

"Tease!" she replied, "But I guess you're right. I admire your self-control."

She took his hand and stood up, then they wrapped gowns around themselves to keep out the evening chill and cooked a simple meal which they ate on the deck, watching the light from the waning moon play across the tumultuous seas below them.

After dinner they retired to bed and Tom lay on his back with Julie astride his hips. His hard cock had softened only slightly during the meal and was now fully hard and rampant, ready for further service. Julie lowered herself so his cock lay along her valley, then sat down, pressing it between her luscious pussy lips and his abdomen. The head poked out a little in front of her and by leaning forwards she could rub it against her clit, which she found very arousing. She placed her hands on each side of his head then lowered her upper body and kissed him, gently to begin with but with increasing fervor as she felt her juices beginning to flow.

"I love you so much," she told him between kisses, "You're just a wonderful, gorgeous man and I'm so lucky to have you."

"Mmmm, you say the sweetest things, darling. I think we're both fortunate to have each other. We seem to be so compatible. That doesn't mean we're the same but just that we're prepared to accommodate each other's differences. I simply cannot imagine life without you."

"Now who's saying the sweetest things? But you said it for me; life without you is certainly unimaginable."

Between her legs she could feel his cock hardening even more and twitching. She began slowly moving her hips back and forth, her now very wet pussy lips caressing his cock. As she was leant forwards, her breasts rubbed deliciously against the hairs on his chest and his cock head caressed her clit sending wonderful sensations through her body. She was glad she'd had her pre-dinner cum so she could hold out a little longer during the dessert phase of their lovemaking, but she knew she was good for several orgasms before they slept.

As her movements grew longer, the head of Tom's cock almost reached Julie's entrance before moving back to expose itself beneath her clit. Time and again Tom thought that he would penetrate her; time and again he was disappointed, though not really disappointed as it prolonged the teasing agony before bliss. Finally he couldn't resist. Impatiently he placed his hands behind her ass cheeks and gave a slight pull upwards when she moved forwards. It was just enough; his cock sprang upwards slightly and followed a different course, plowing into her vagina as she moved backwards again, penetrating her deeply. He felt Julie move as she sought to take his full length inside her. She sat upright, heavily on his hips, wanting more of his length even though his pubic bone was grinding against her vulva and the head of his cock was pressed against the end of her vagina. She stopped moving, enjoying the feeling of being fully penetrated by his rampant, twitching cock.

Tom moved his hands to Julie's breasts, caressing then gently, feeling the flawless skin beneath his fingertips, squeezing her hard nipples, elongated with desire, between his fingers. Julie closed her eyes and relaxed, fully experiencing the eroticism of the moment as sensations washed through her body before finally ending at her clit. After many moments during which she forced herself to be still, she began moving her hips back and forth, feeling him press alternately the front and rear of her vagina, stimulating her inside as well as outside on her clit. She lived in the moment, for the moment, and wished the moment could last forever.

Tom was fully aware of Julie's meditative lovemaking. He had experienced it many times before and knew that if he played his cards just right, Julie would have a series of mind-blowing orgasms. He held his hands on her breasts, maintaining the gentle stimulation, refraining from moving them to her hips where he could easily and quickly use her as his fuck toy and cum within a few seconds. Frustrating as it was, he had learned to be patient and had had his patience rewarded many times before. He allowed her to take her time, to be fully in control.

Gradually the sensations built inside Julie. Just when she felt certain they could build no more, they did. Her breasts were tingling from Tom's gentle stimulation; her clit also tingled from the gentle, rhythmic stimulation against the root of Tom's cock and her vagina clenched and unclenched as the head of his cock opened her deep inside, pressed repeatedly against the end, and massaged her cervix. She became aware that a part of her seemed to be outside her body, looking on as the lovers loved each other fully, sweetly, sensuously and gave of themselves completely to each other. It was a transcendental moment, one that occurred occasionally, one that was followed by amazing orgasms, one that was a melding of bodies, minds and souls with each other.

Time changes everything. Even this deep meditative merging of selves cannot last forever because if it did, it would become the norm and would lose its specialness. Tom's basic urges slowly increased until he began moving Julie's hips, pushing and pulling a little harder each time as his cock cried out for greater stimulation. Julie's body responded, as it always did, and within a few minutes both were fucking each other furiously until the inevitable happened.

"Yess, darling, I'm going to cum, honey, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS!!" shouted Tom as his cock erupted inside Julie, shooting potent sperm into the far recesses of her vagina.

The feeling of his hot cum ejecting so forcefully inside her pushed Julie over the edge and she went into spasms of ecstasy as she came hard, forcing her hips forward to press her clit against Tom.

"I'M CUMMMMMINGGGGGGGG!!" she yelled as her body stopped moving, rigid, impaled on his pole while she felt unbelievable sensations throughout her body; her lower legs and feet, as well as her arms and hands tingled, her mind felt like it was out of her body and her breasts were also tingling, her nipples hard and pointy.

It was over in a very short time. Tom relaxed beneath her; Julie slowly relaxed and collapsed onto Tom's chest, lying panting against him as she recovered from her massive orgasm. They lay like this for a long time before Julie gradually recovered enough to lift herself up slightly and kiss Tom gently on the lips.

"Thank you, darling, that was absolutely fantastic," she said lovingly.

"Indeed it was. God what a fantastic lover you are; so responsive, so sensual. I'm a very lucky man."

"We're both very fortunate to have each other," she replied, feeling her pussy once again twitching and wanting more. "But, wonderful as that was, I want some more. Is your poor old cock willing to please a girl once more, do you think?"




Past Lives Revisited



"Geez, you're a sexy, wanton harlot, and I love you for that too. You're certainly free to see what you can make him do if you wish," he replied with a grin.

Julie rolled off Tom, his cock pulling out of her slippery vagina and lying like a beached whale across his pubic hair.

"Oh, you poor little thing," said Julie teasingly as she stroked it gently, "Do you want a rest or are you up for some more work?"

Tom's cock twitched as once more it seemed to become aware that there was work to do. Julie expertly gripped the base tightly causing his cock to enlarge and become more rigid. She then wet the palm of her hand and began rubbing it slowly around and around the head, using their combined juices as lubrication. He felt his cock swelling in her hand as Julie heard Tom gently moaning from the stimulation. It took only a short time before his cock was usable once more.

Julie lay on her back, her legs apart and bent, looking like a frog with its legs wide apart, and her pussy fully open and exposed. Tom looked at his beautiful sexy wife, a small trickle of his cum oozing out of her opening. His cock lurched the final step to full erection and he placed himself between her legs, pulling several pillows under her hips as he raised her pussy to a better angle. Then, with no additional preparation, he plunged fully and deeply into the wide open vagina of his darling wife.

His cock went in like a snake up a drainpipe, fully implanted on the first thrust in her well-lubricated tunnel, the force of entry pushing out an exclamation of "Oooomph" from Julie. He then began moving in and out, fucking her hard, feeling his cock bottoming out with each thrust as Julie encouraged and assisted him with her hands wrapped around his ass cheeks, pulling him forward on each stroke.

If their previous coupling had been sweet, gentle and transcendental, this was an out and out slam, bam, thank you ma'am fuck. He felt his pubic bone pummelling Julie's clit, squeezing it between their bodies. He reached up with his hands and gripped her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard, twisting them, hurting them. It only served to increase Julie's responses as she thrust her hips up to meet his, their skin slapping together with each thrust. Predictably they couldn't keep up this pace for very long.

"Yes, darling, yes, yes, yes," chanted Julie with each thrust into her wet vagina, again and again, time after time, her cries becoming louder as she neared her release. "YESSSS, FUCK MEEEEEE. I'M CUMMMMMINGGGGGG!!" she screamed as her body went into uncontrollable spasms causing Tom to hang on for dear life or be thrown off the bed.

Julie lay on her back, panting, otherwise inert, eyes closed as she recovered from her tremendous orgasm. Tom lay on top of her, his weight taken on hands and knees as he watched her recover. He was panting also and was seeking release, having not quite cum during that frenetic coupling session. After a while Julie opened her eyes and gazed at her beloved husband.

"Hello," she said quietly, "Thank you, darling. I love you."

She drew him down to her and they kissed gently and sweetly.

"Did you cum, honey?"

"No. not that time."

"Do you want more?"

"Always."

"Then take what you want, what you deserve, after giving me two screaming orgasms."

"I will, in my own good time. Just relax and enjoy."

Once Julie was fully recovered Tom climbed off her and laid her on her side facing away from him, her knees bent upwards and her open, oozing pussy facing his still rampant cock. He reached up and turned off the light, their eyes rapidly becoming accustomed to the moonlight from the moon just above the horizon. He moved gently to her, his free right arm draped over her body, fondling her breasts as he positioned himself to enter her from behind, his cock easily penetrating her, enjoying her tighter vagina now her legs were closed and bent in front of her. Once fully inside, he moved his hand down between her legs and began stimulating her clit. She wriggled her hips in encouragement.

"Oooohhhh, that's nice," she murmured.

"Yes, it is," he agreed softly.

He moved his hips gently, enough to create beautiful sensations for them both, his hand caressing her clit, teasing it, squeezing it, stimulating her, pushing her towards yet another orgasm.

For the next long time they made love together like this. Tom occasionally kissed her neck or moved his hand from her clit to fondle her breast, but always returned to her clit, which he knew she found the most erotic thing he could do. He read her familiar signs carefully, noting when she approached orgasm by her increased breathing rate, easing off, keeping her on the boil but without quite enough steam to explode. He also managed his movements, keeping himself on the boil but easing off before he blew his wad inside her. He knew he could keep this up for several hours if necessary; he had before on many a sensuous Sunday afternoon. He also knew they both needed sleep and tomorrow was a big, and possibly exhausting, day.

After nearly an hour of this wonderful sex play he decided it was time to sleep. He increased the stimulation for them both, moving his hips more forcefully, tweaking her clit in a way which he knew would bring her to orgasm quickly. His own arousal increased and he was ready to cum when she screamed:

"OOOOHHHHH, YESSSSS, FUCK ME HARD, DARLING, OOOHHHH, I'MMMM CUMMMMINGGGGGGG!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!"

He did, thrusting into her hard as her vagina clamped around his cock and he felt his jets of hot cum spurt into her. She obviously felt this too as her writhings and shudderings increased as she lay in his arms, panting hard, while the end few squirts of cum left his body.

They lay there, like that, still connected, as they gradually came down from their peaks and each drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The following morning they awoke and made sweet, gentle and passionate love before eating a light breakfast in preparation for another day's exploration of past lives. Today, in particular, they were excited by the thought of attempting to explore future lives together.

They sat, naked, in the coolness of the morning and together watched the ocean rolling in, the waves destroying themselves against the cliff, and discussed how similar the waves were to some people, rearing importantly and majestically towards the heavens only to be shattered into a million pieces at the end of their lives, but only shattered, not destroyed, as the particles of the waves, and the people, joined the ocean of all that is for them, and reformed to become yet more self-important waves, or people, to repeat the process, again and again, endlessly.

Gently Julie became the facilitator while Tom closed his eyes as he was led into a deep trance state in preparation for his next revealing past lifetime. 

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I felt myself drifting back in time, seeing flashes of events that could have been glimpses of past lives or could have been something else. Then I began to feel fear; raw, naked terrifying fear. I looked around me, turning on my senses as I strove to find the cause of this fear. I then heard it; aeroplane engines; many engines, their roar echoing off the surrounding water and low hills. I looked around me, saw men dressed in German naval uniforms, looked down and saw I also was wearing such a uniform and came to the realization that I was on the bridge of a German warship and recognized the area as a fiord in Norway where we'd been holed up for a long time. I continued relaying this information to Julie, who remained silent for the time being, listening as I remembered this lifetime from my past. 

Our orders had been to wait, the simple threat of us being here was enough to cause the hated British to commit men and ships in case we sailed into the Atlantic. We'd been here a long time, it seemed, and finally, perhaps, now was the time the British had determined to destroy us. The day we had waited for and feared had come at last. I heard myself issuing orders, commanding antiaircraft guns to fire at the planes. I heard the din of them firing, watched as puffs of smoke appeared around the leading plane, but to no avail. Without altering course, the plane came on and released its bombs. I watched in awe as they fell, seeming to come directly towards our ship, then fall into the sea close by, exploding harmlessly and showering the deck with spray. From the size of the explosions they seemed to be the feared Big Boy bombs which the British used for special targets; we were obviously such a target.

"Go back in time," I heard Julie's disembodied voice say, "Back to when you were a child."

I dropped out of the scene I was reliving and drifted back to when I was six years old. My mother was crying helplessly.

"What's wrong, Momma?" I asked. I noticed that although I was thinking in English I was speaking German.

My mother couldn't or didn't answer. I disassociated myself and took an overview position and was shown that my father had been a German naval officer in the First World War and she had just learned that he had been killed in action. This was why my mother was so upset.

I drifted forwards and saw myself attending and finally graduating from school and then the German naval officer academy. Following my life I saw myself acting as a junior officer on several naval ships, gradually gaining promotions, and then, as war was imminent, I was promoted to second mate on the German battleship 'Tirpitz'.

I re-associated with my former self and felt the concussion of more bombs falling perilously close. I felt the ship list to one side, probably from taking on water through damaged plates. There was a general groaning from the structure, audible over the roar of the bombers and the detonation of the bombs exploding. We took more hits; more of our gallant sailors were killed; many were simply blown into the water by the bomb blasts. There was fire and shrapnel buzzing through the air. I had a really bad feeling about this. Was there any way to survive? Was there any way to save our gallant warriors? 

With a lurch the ship tilted more, partially sinking as water obviously poured inside through the badly damaged hull. I was holding on to the binnacle to maintain my balance. What to do? Should I try to save myself? Try to save my men? The decision was made for me; the ship lurched sickeningly and slowly, inexorably, capsized.

I found myself in the water and struck out for the surface but I was trapped by a rope around my ankle. I struggled to free myself, feeling the effects of loss of oxygen, dizziness, weakness, I needed air . . . . then blackness.

Once again I became dissociated and looked down at my body and at the wreckage of our once proud ship. Many men were in the water; many of their souls were around me, looking down at the carnage and at their bodies that they had so recently inhabited. I felt myself drifting away, travelling increasingly rapidly towards a bright distant light. After the tumult of the battle, everything was now peaceful. I relaxed and heard Julie's voice once more.

"Come back, Tom, come back to the present, back into your body, and when you're ready you can open your eyes."

It seemed to be an interminable journey to travel back to the present; the past had been so vivid, so real. It took several minutes to realize that I had moved on from that past lifetime and I had a different one in the present, with Julie, as Tom. Gradually my rapid breathing slowed and I opened my eyes to find I had tears running down my cheeks. I impatiently brushed them away as Julie reached over to hold me tightly. I buried my head against her neck and sobbed, trying to speak out my emotions through my tears.

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"How absolutely bloody stupid war is," Tom sobbed, "All those people, all dead. And for what? Did we make the world a better place? No, we did not. How stupid war is; how stupid is patriotism. Just because we have the privilege to inhabit a particular piece of dirt makes us imagine that we own it; that it's worth fighting and dying for. What idiots we are!"

Julie made gentle meaningless sounds, trying to allow me to release my emotions while bringing me firmly back to the present. It took a long time but slowly my emotional release ran its course and I was left drained, clinging to Julie, my rock in the emotional storm I had encountered. We separated slowly, looked into each other's eyes and kissed gently and lovingly. My gratitude for her was immense.

After that past life experience Tom and Julie needed a break so had a cup of herbal tea while they sat on the deck and watched the endlessly breaking waves shatter themselves against the cliffs below them.

"That was some past life trip you did, darling," said Julie eventually.

"Yes," Tom grinned at her, "Thanks for being there. I wouldn't want too many of those in a day."

"It seemed like you were really there and really feeling the emotions that you felt back then. I wonder what effect those emotions have had on your life this time round. Do you feel that they've had any effect on this life?"

Tom thought for a bit, remembering the times in this lifetime when he'd been fearful, when he'd felt helpless. Could those possibly be due to these same feelings back then, he wondered.

"Well, I've noticed that at times I've felt quite out of control, fearful and helpless to do anything. It seems that things just happen and I'm just a spectator, unable to direct events. I certainly felt that in the past life experience. I've also noticed that I have a love of boats of all types but also a fear of drowning which I could never understand."

"Yes, you would have, but the other thing to remember is that the real you came through that; not the physical body of the person you were then, but the spiritual body that inhabited that body. So one thing you can take from this is that nothing that happens to the physical body necessarily has any effect on who you really are. That's really reassuring."

Tom thought on that for a while. "I wonder if I'll find I respond to situations differently now that I've relived that experience. Perhaps revisiting past lives with the knowledge of who we really are is therapeutic and will enable us to live better lives and to move on through our present life more easily."

"Quite possibly. Anyway, I want to see where I go to so are you ready to facilitate my trip to the past, honey?"

"Yes, I'm fully recovered. Let's do it."

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As I listened to Tom's voice telling me to go back, I felt myself drifting back in time, way, way back to a land which was largely unspoiled and untouched by modern humans. I saw tall trees, a pristine river flowing between them, rocks, rapids and then I found myself in the body of a woman, holding a baby in a papoose. A native American man was standing beside me and we were both watching the river flow over the rapids, noticing the occasional salmon leaping upwards, swimming upstream to reach their spawning grounds. 

"It looks good," he said to me in a native dialect, "Soon the run will start, maybe when the sun starts to lower."

I agreed and unwrapped our child to put him to my breast to feed. We sat patiently waiting, listening to the sounds of the forest all around us. It felt really peaceful and pleasant being there in the place we called home. As I settled down to wait, I heard Tom's disembodied voice telling me:

"Go forward in time a little, go forward until the fish are there."

I did that, speeding through time until I saw many salmon jumping up the rapids. My husband was also standing on a rock in the rapids using a home-made net to pluck salmon out of the air as they leapt upwards against the water current. Each time he caught one he would wade to the bank and place the gleaming twitching fish on the ground well away from the river. While I guarded the fish to make certain they didn't flip back into the water, he returned to catch another.

I heard a sound behind me, a grumbling, heavy breathing sound and turned to see a grizzly bear walking towards me and the fish. My first thought was for our baby, but he was safely wrapped quite a distance away. To get to him I would have to walk past the bear. I called out to my husband, who looked up in alarm, then ran back towards me. 

The bear stopped on seeing the approaching running figure and reared up to his full height, towering above us both. My husband threw a piece of wood at the bear to scare him off, but to no avail. Instead it appeared to anger the bear who dropped to all fours and ran towards my husband. He retreated towards the river, closely followed by the bear. Once in the water, my husband was less mobile and the bear raked his face with the claws of one forepaw. I screamed as my husband was knocked over into the river, hitting his head against a rock and being washed downstream to end up face down in a pool, blood from his head wound slowly coloring the water red.

I continued to run towards him, oblivious of the danger from the bear, intent only on saving my husband. Such bravado is foolish, but understandable, and with a single swipe of his massive paw the bear broke my neck and I dropped to the ground.

Immediately I felt myself dissociate and hover over my dying body, seeing it twitch a few times before becoming still and lifeless. I was very soon joined by my husband's soul as it dissociated from his drowned body in the pool. Together we watched the scene; the bear ignored our bodies and returned to our fish, eating several of them, then snuffled at our baby wrapped in his papoose. Our baby! My baby! Anguish poured through me as I realized I could no longer care for him; that he must inevitably die from starvation, if from nothing else. It's a strange feeling being spirit and knowing that nothing can harm you, while I looked down at the beloved fruit of my womb, knowing he cannot survive. We consoled ourselves that this was obviously what was meant to be, otherwise it wouldn't be happening. We decided to wait for our baby's spirit to be released before heading to the light. 

After a few minutes of waiting I heard Tom's disembodied voice urging me forwards a little in time, so followed his command and saw our baby's soul join us before we all glided towards the bright distant light.

"Come back to the present and open your eyes when you're ready," I heard Tom say.

It took me a long time, it seemed, before I was ready to return. The pull of both my husband and son from that lifetime was strong and I was sorely tempted to simply remain in that lifetime, but knew that I could not. I had already lived that time; now it was time to live the present.

I slowly opened my eyes and nestled into Tom's loving arms, sobbing "My baby" over and over against his shoulder.

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After they had recovered from Julie's traumatic experience, they moved inside and made lunch, avoiding alcohol as it could affect their planned afternoon experience. As they ate they discussed what they hoped for later in the day.

"I'm really looking forward to this afternoon," said Julie. "The future lifetime experience will be fantastic. Imagine knowing exactly what life you're going to live in the future."

"Well, it's not quite like that," replied Tom. "It's really like quantum physics. In quantum physics everything is simply a sea of possibilities until it is observed, after which it is fixed in place. Even random number generators operate like this. In her book 'The Intention Experiment', Lynne McTaggart explains how a machine can generate strings of billions of ones and zeros randomly. The probability of it generating a one or a zero is exactly half. But if someone has the intention of more of one than the other and focuses on the machine as it's operating, then the machine produces more of one that the other. As if that's not woo-woo enough, if the machine records its output onto a tape and a person then has the intention that what is on the tape is more of one than the other, it again will be so long as the record on the tape has not been previously observed. Now even I reckon that's freaky."




Past Lives Revisited



"Wow, I agree. So we really do have that much power over things then?"

"Apparently we do, but usually we don't use it," replied Tom.

"So any lifetime we visualize this afternoon won't happen until we actually live that lifetime. Is that what you're saying?" asked Julie.

"Yes, I believe that's right. It is simply one possibility in a sea of infinite possibilities. What I do wonder is whether in the future when we live our lives, we'll remember where we went on this experiment and be able to change what we want to change to prevent anything we disliked from happening. That would be amazing if it happened. We might even be in the same future lifetime together. Some people believe that very often we've met in other lifetimes in different roles, e.g. while we're husband and wife in this lifetime, in the past or future we may be mother and child or grandparent and child, or any other relationship."

"Mmmm, sounds good. I wonder if we could be lovers in a future lifetime and I could coax you away from your wife," grinned Julie, "And we could make mad passionate love for days on end." Julie left her chair and went to sit on Tom's knee. She reached down and kissed him lovingly. He kissed her back, hard on her lips, while his hands caressed her pert nipples. "Mmmm, you can keep that up all afternoon. Maybe you could get something else up too," she added, reaching down to fondle his hardening cock.

"Well, if we're going to make love this afternoon, I strongly suggest it's after we've done our next session. It will be an excellent way to rebond afterwards," suggested Tom.

Julie gave him one last kiss, then stood up. "I agree, enough time for love afterwards. Let's do it."

They cleared the plates to the kitchen then sat once more in their comfortable chairs.

"Let's have the intention that we meet on the other side in a future lifetime together," suggested Tom, "Nothing like programming destiny, eh."

"That'd be great if we could have a future lifetime together. I wonder what roles we'd play. Do you think that our subconscious thoughts and desires will influence what we see ourselves doing together in the future?" asked Julie.

"Well, I don't know. But I do know that suggestion and intention are very powerful, so if we have the intention that we will experience a future lifetime together and that we see ourselves in that lifetime this afternoon, then just maybe it'll happen; maybe not. Who knows?"

"Let's try anyway," urged Julie. "Let's hypnotize ourselves simultaneously and see if we can experience a future lifetime together now."

"Ok, ready? Let's do it."

Together they relaxed and used self-hypnosis to drift into another dimension, a dimension of timeless space and peace. 

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I felt myself drifting, drifting until I 'landed' on a beach, waves lapping at the shore, a blue sky with twin suns shining down. Twin suns? Does that mean . . . I must be on another planet in another solar system. Omigod, I think, can this be? Can I return? Will I be marooned here forever? I feel panic rising inside myself; relax, I tell myself, it's not real, it's only imaginary. I notice how warm it is; no wonder I'm naked.

After I calm down I look around me, see the beach, some strange looking trees further inland, an estuary along the beach further. The beach is covered in sand, at least that part's the same as on Earth. So who am I? I look downwards and notice that I am naked, my physiology is the same as women on Earth, my black hair is in two plaits reaching to my waist, each tied near the end with a red fabric ribbon. Ok, so I'm a woman now while in the lifetime I just left - my real lifetime maybe, I wondered questioning what exactly reality is - I was a man named Tom. The Tom memory in me appraises my new body and admits that right here and now I'm a pretty good looking woman. So what am I doing here?

I see signs in the sand above high tide of many footprints so I follow them inland, over a sand hill, and reach a house amongst some tall bushes. Is this my home, I wonder. Who else lives here with me. Curiosity gets the better of me and I open the door, which was ajar, and walk in. A young naked girl, maybe three or four I guess, runs up to me and hugs me around my knees.

"Mommy," she cries, "I'm hungry."

"Hello, Mara," my body replies, "I'll get you some food."

I look around and the person whose body I'm in moves towards a kitchen and begin preparing a simple meal from food on shelves. I feel that I'm more or less inside this woman and watching things through her eyes. I wonder how she's feeling; does she sense that something has changed, somebody is inside her. A naked boy of about eight or nine comes into the room.

"Hi Mom," he says, "I'm hungry too."

I hear myself answer my children. "Yes, sweethearts, I was having a walk on the beach. Sorry, I know it's past lunchtime. Go and select a piece of fruit each from the trees outside."

I watch through her eyes as they quickly race away through the door, to return in a few minutes, each carrying a piece of fruit that I don't recognize. They seat themselves at the table where the woman, me, has placed their lunch. With minimal fuss they wolf the food down.

I move forward in time, feeling the afternoon pass and then see an older woman, also naked, which seems to be the norm here, arrive, who I greet as Mom and the children greet as Grammy. 

"Hi, Lovira," she greets me, "Had a good relaxing day?"

"Yes, been very quiet, thanks. I know I need to relax today so the procedure can go well tonight."

"Are you looking forward to it?" she asks me.

"Yes, I think so. It's been nearly five years since I was impregnated with Rela so I know it's time I had another child to help restore the population after that devastating war. I hope it's another girl though; they seem to be so much easier than boys, even though I know the planet is desperately short of men."

"Maybe they're easier at this age, but wait till they're teens, then they can be diabolical. You certainly were," my Mom joked. "I have no doubt that they'll be able to control who you get someday, but till then you'll just have to accept what is given to you and be thankful that you're allowed to reproduce. There are so many severely damaged people these days who cannot that it's a real privilege to be permitted to live in a healthy remote area away from the devastation."

"Yes, I'm very grateful for that," I hear myself reply.

I feel the need to leave this body for a bit and have a more elevated and general look at this planet. I will myself to disassociate and drift through the roof of the house upwards to gain greater perspective. I see a city in the distance, smoke in the atmosphere from factories. As I approach closer I see areas that seem to be vacant and are fenced off. Many areas are covered in some heavy fabric as though to contain some dangerous chemical beneath. I descend to ground level and look at the people here. The vast majority are women, many are pregnant, all have an air of worry and hurry, as though they have to get away from here as soon as possible but don't know which way to run. There is an air of helpless hopelessness about them all which I have never encountered in any other lifetime. I retrace my path to re-associate with Lovira. At least she feels peaceful.

I project myself forwards to the evening when the two children are in bed and Lovira and her mother are waiting, I can feel anxiously, in the main room. A knock on the door and Lovira answers it. A tall, handsome man, wearing only a small loin cloth, steps inside and greets Lovira, me, with a hug. Is this her husband, my husband, I wonder. Then I feel a very strange feeling that I somehow know this person. I dissociate from Lovira and immediately meet Julie, who has just dissociated from the new arrival. 

"Oh, so you're him and I'm her," I say to my wife from the real present, as if that actually exists.

"Yes, darling, and from what I know I'm here to impregnate you with another baby, hee hee. This should be fun, I think," replies Julie. "Better head back into our bodies. Enjoy. I might even teach you something."

"Thanks, honey, I'll do my best to enjoy your impregnation of Lovira. I'm really looking forward to seeing what you've got under that loin cloth."

Once back inside I can feel the suppressed excitement Lovira is feeling as she carries on light and inconsequential conversation with Jolta, the impregnator in whom Julie resides at present. Without very much ado, I usher Jolta into my bedroom and close the door. 

Jolta approaches me and hugs me tightly, asking me how our two children are. It appears that healthy, fertile men are in such low numbers that each man is responsible for impregnating a large number of women in the hope of increasing the population. I sense that Lovira is simply one of those assigned to Jolta. With little hesitation Lovira kisses him hard and long on the lips while simultaneously sliding her hand over his back and around to his hip, where she unties the knot of his loin cloth, which drops to the floor. I feel a pressure against my pussy as Jolta's semi-hard cock rapidly engorges. I then feel the unfamiliar feeling of his hands caressing my breasts. So that's what it feels like when I do it to Julie. I must do it more often. Jolta picks me up effortlessly and places me on my back on the bed, gently spreading my legs to provide unimpeded access to my vagina.

"So, I see you've shaved," he says, rubbing his hand gently between my legs. "Was that for me?"

"Oh, yes, darling. It's been so long since we made Mara. I feel so sexually frustrated having sex with you only once every few years. How I wish there were enough men so every woman could have a husband of her own, like I've heard it was in the old days before the wars killed most of them."

"Hush, darling, we can't wish for that for us. Just hope that our children will know such times again."

Jolta bends forward and begins nuzzling then nibbling my nipples while caressing my smooth pussy. I reach downwards and stroke the length of his cock, spreading the drop of precum over his head, then reach further down and cradle his balls.

"I hope you've been looking after these babies so they're full of potent sperm for me."

"Oh yes, it's three days since I ejaculated so they're full to overflowing for you," he reassures me.

I feel my pussy flooding with lubrication as he introduces first one then two fingers into me, pressing upwards against my G spot and clit. The sensation is wonderful; oh how I've missed it since he was here last time. However, he wastes little time in foreplay and quickly removes his fingers from me and replaces them with his hard cock, pushing it slowly, sensuously and completely inside me. The feeling is amazing; so this is what Julie feels when we make love like this, the Tom part of me thinks. I feel his gentle warmth prising my vaginal walls apart as it slowly, powerfully and relentlessly pushes inside me, the head of his cock spreading then caressing the inside of my vagina, then finally prssing gently, then more firmly against the end as his pubic bone presses against my clit. I store this memory away so I will no longer have to wonder what it feels like to make love as a woman.

Once fully inside he rests for a few moments; I wish he would rest there forever but know that is not possible. Then he begins moving in and out, gently, then more forcefully as his arousal grows. Very soon we are humping each other hard, grunting, panting, thrusting until he goes rigid and I feel the heat of his cum spurting into the end of my vagina. Oooohhhh, I feel so sexy, so frustrated. He's cumming and I'm not quite there. I try to move my hips, to gain more stimulation, but he's too heavy and the Tom part of me realizes what Julie must feel when I inadvertently do this to her. I make a mental note of this feeling, vowing never to allow her to feel it again.

As I lie there, frustrated, he withdraws slowly and carefully then places a pillow under my ass to tilt my pelvis upwards to allow my cervix to soak in his sperm.

"Is that all there is?" I hear myself say.

"Yes, darling, did you enjoy it?"

While I want to yell 'NO, I want more' I hear myself meekly answer "Yes, it was wonderful, thank you."

The Tom part of me feels angry with Lovira, who I am inside. I try to pass on the message to stick up for yourself and demand more, but she lies there unmoving and silent. Jolta lies on the bed beside me, his arm over my body and we both sleep, although the me inside Lovira is angry and frustrated. I dissociate from her and meet Julie who has dissociated from Jolta.

"I'm sorry," says Julie, "I guess now you know how I feel on the rare occasions you cum too soon."

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm really sorry about that. I'll be far more considerate when we return to our real bodies in our real dimension on our real planet. Do you want to leave now?"

"No, not yet, I want Jolta to fuck Lovira to a screaming orgasm first so I'm going to try and repress his urge to cum next time. Wish me luck. Let's fast forward until they wake up."

We both move back into their bodies and speed up time until they are waking. This time Lovira quickly mounts Jolta as he lies on his back.

"You want more?" he asks. "I'm really only supposed to deposit one dose into you so I can spread them around, but if you wish, because you're you, we can do it again."

"Thank you, darling, I'm so frustrated after not cumming last night. This time I want you to make me cum hard."

"Oh, so this is a pleasure trip now, not a simple impregnation. Well, that's not really in my contract but go ahead for a while and see what happens."

I feel Lovira lift off Jolta's hips and begin caressing and stimulating his cock, just enough to get it hard, then she sits down on it. I feel it penetrate my vagina and I grind my hips to gain stimulation for my clit while minimizing stimulation for Jolta. Ooohhh, it feels great and I can sense that my, Lovira's, body is responding to the stimulation. I grasp my breasts and begin squeezing my nipples, a very unfamiliar sensation for me. It pushes me along the path towards my orgasm. I feel funny fluttery feelings in the pit of my abdomen and realize these feelings are part of the stimulation. I continue to grind my hips harder, pressing downwards, rubbing my clit against Jolta's hairy pubic bone, waves of stimulation pour through me, I feel my orgasm coming, almost there, close, closer . . . 

"AAARRRGGGHHHH," I hear myself scream as my senses overload and I writhe in pleasure. I hear my breath panting, feel my breasts rise and fall with each deep breath and slowly wind down from the fantastic sensations that continue to course through my body. I lean forward, my hands on each side of Jolta's shoulders, bend my head and give him a huge sexy kiss.

"How was that?" he asks.

"That was wonderful. Now I want another one please, and I want you to cum as well."

I continue my hip movements, feeling his huge cock moving inside me, the head rubbing the end of my vagina, feeling sensations begin to emanate from my clit and vaginal walls once again. This time he moves his hips, thrusting further into me, if that was possible, pressing himself against my clit, seeking to give me more and more stimulation. I'm close, I feel the approaching tidal wave of passion as he begins grunting, thrusting harder, then I'm there, the sensations wash over me and I hear his grunts increase and feel him thrust deeply into me and yell his orgasm to the world. Mine increases still more as I feel his hot cum bathe the end of my vagina.

I dissociate from Lovira and meet Julie, who has just dissociated from Jolta.

"Does that make you happier?" asks Julie.

"Much happier, thank you," I reply.

"Have we seen enough or do you want to stay?"

"Let's go and do this physically ourselves instead of through other people's bodies," I suggest.

"I totally agree. See you back in the present."

I remain dissociated and gently drift back in time, seeking my present day body on a remote planet called Earth. With a jolt I feel myself re-enter my body and I slowly accustom myself to being both physically and spiritually me. After a while I open my eyes, to see Julie sitting opposite me, rubbing her eyes which have also just re-opened.

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"Wow, that was some lifetime," Julie said, "You feeling OK?"

"Yes, dear, I'm feeling fine thanks, how about you?"

"Yeah, good. So now you know what sexual frustration feels like, huh?"

"Yes, I do," replied Tom a little shamefaced, "I'm sorry, but at least I get you there most of the time."

"True, you do. I'm very grateful for that too. Feel like showing me how now?"

"I need a drink of water, then this body is yours to plunder."

We stood and filled two glasses with water, drinking it quietly and thoughtfully.

"You know, that would be a pretty dire situation to be in, to have had so many men killed in a war that the population was mainly women and those few remaining fertile men would need to circulate among them, impregnating them so there is some hope of repopulating the planet. I guess we could reasonably easily get into that situation at present on Earth," commented Julie.

"Yes, it wouldn't take much. Already there is a marked and concerning decline in male fertility. The main problem would be the decreasing gene pool. As they say, variety is the spice of life, but it is also essential for the continuation of life if we are to retain a resistance to disease. Otherwise we may as well clone ourselves, but that makes the whole population susceptible to being wiped out; if one person gets a disease then we would all get it. However, that lifetime hasn't come round yet and may never come round for us; it was just a possibility. Right now I want to take the Julie of this lifetime to bed and make mad passionate love with her for the remainder of the afternoon before we have to return to so-called civilization."

Julie squealed as Tom picked her up and carried her to their bed, placing her on her back. He spread her legs wide then attacked her pussy with his tongue. Julie lay there, relaxing, feeling once again her clit and vaginal entrance being stimulated by her beloved husband. How different it felt from when she was a man a short time earlier. She felt his tongue enter her, then as he continued to lick and suck, she felt his hands cup her breasts and gently twist and squeeze her nipples. It seemed Tom had learnt something from the future. She reached down and caressed his cock, remembering how that had felt when Lovira had done it to Jolta, then cupped his balls. As a man, she had wished that more attention had been paid to these, so she spent a long time gently squeezing, moving, stroking and pulling Tom's balls as his ministration to her pussy increased with his increasing arousal. She felt his cock was enormous and wanted it inside her - now.

"Put it in me, darling," she pleaded, "Fuck me with it hard but don't you dare cum before I do."

Tom moved up her body, replacing his hands with his mouth on her breasts as he gently positioned his cock at her wet, gaping entrance. With a small push he was inside her as he lowered his lips to hers and they kissed sensuously. A little more pressure and he slid into her completely, filling her to perfection, his lower abdomen pressing her clit deliciously as she wriggled her hips to gain greater stimulation. He moved slowly, gently, deliberately, back and forth inside her, his hands stimulating her breasts and nipples as she had his in that future lifetime a short while ago. Gradually their movements became more intense, faster, more urgent as their needs became more pressing. Then Julie let out a little cry and tensed her whole body as she came unexpectedly. Tom supported his weight on his arms and watched her writhe beneath him until she was again relaxed.




Past Lives Revisited



"Ohh, I don't know where that came from," she said slightly breathlessly, "But it was very enjoyable. More please," she grinned.

Tom resumed his movements, feeling his own stimulation rise once again after the brief hiatus. He felt that Julie was close once again so thrust hard into her, pressing his pubic bone against her clit, squeezing her nipples harder, then feeling her once again tense, give a small cry, cum, then relax after a few seconds and writhe her body against his.

"Ooohhh, you've become such a wonderful lover," she complimented, "Again please."

Tom once more resumed his movements, feeling himself almost ready to cum, feeling his balls contracting upwards, ready to ejaculate, as he thrust deeply time and again into Julie's welcoming vagina. He was close, so close, another thrust, then . . .

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" yelled Julie as she came really hard. 

Tom also came deep inside her, causing Julie to cry out once more as she felt his hot cum spurting against the end of her vagina.

"OH, YESSSS, YESSSSS, FUCK MEEEE, Oh darling, that was wonderful," she ended, wriggling beneath him to milk every last drop of cum, every last sexy feeling from his cock and from the experience. "Ooohhhh, you're a wonderful, gorgeous lover, darling."

They lay together, relaxing for a short time then showered together and dried each other lovingly.

"Do you want a walk down the cliff again before we go?" Tom asked.

"Yes, darling, like we are, naked against the elements."

"Sounds exciting. Let's go."

The two lovers followed the path down the cliff, the waves still surging and crashing against the rocks below them. They stopped once they were low enough to feel spray on their skin and stood watching the endless waves destroy themselves against the hard rock.

"You know, people are a bit like that," said Julie philosophically, "Lifetime after lifetime they spend their time struggling against whatever they find in their way to getting what they think they want. In the end they just end up as so much spray, only to come back and do it all again next lifetime. I wonder how long it takes before a person decides enough is enough and just goes with the flow."

"Hmmm, yes, life could be so easy," agreed Tom, "But we make it so hard, so much struggle and strife. Even wars about nothing really, in the big picture. I guess we'll learn someday, some lifetime."

They watched the mesmerizing waves for a long time until the lengthening shadow of the cliff and the chill of evening sent them climbing back up the trail to the cottage. They dressed, then drove home to their real lives in their real world, at least for this time.