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How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 01

By: SkinandSin



 For those who are reading my Tikbalang stories for the first time, this is the first chapter of the sequel to the 14-chapter How to Tame Your Tikbalang series I've already upped here on Literotica. I do recommend reading that series first so you don't get too lost at sea with this one.

For those who are waiting for the sequel to HTTYT, here is its first chapter. :)

I do appreciate feedback and it actually helps me see if I am able to execute my intents in the manner I've planned, so, yes, please do tell me what you think of this chapter if you are so inclined.

Thank you so much.

*****

The beat bit down to the bone, the full, thumping bass insistent and evocative of the pounding he wanted to give, to get, to meld to a melody of groaning need and wailing climax.

Kidlat stalked through the crowd of bodies inside Pepe's Pole on a Saturday night, his reddish-brown hair dark and still dripping from the sudden downpour that sent him into the kinky little bar in Malate, Manila in the first place.

It was when Kidlat skirted the dance floor and its gyrating bodies that he saw him: A tall human in a sea of Diwata, Tikbalang, Engkanto and Aswang, lounging with an ease that said "yes, I know I'm a sexy beast. Come and get me." One large, well-shaped hand was on a black denim-encased thigh, tapping out a sensuous syncopation on tight quadriceps muscle that echoed the pickup in Kidlat's heartbeat. 

The man was seated on one of the barstools, leaning back with a fuck-me-stupid smile highlighting a face made for the immortality of sculpture. His white linen shirt offset a tanned chest and arms and, when he took a long pull off his Cerveza Negra, the shirt's mandarin collar and three undone buttons framed a luscious throat Kidlat could imagine licking over and over again. His wavy black hair was cut in a carelessly tousled just-rolled-outta-bed shag that went well with his strong, angled brows and dark eyes ringed with almost girlishly thick and long lashes. His red lips glistened, their fullness sealed against the brown lip of the beer bottle and Kidlat just had to stare, teeth on lower lip as the man took another long pull and swallow.

Onstage, dancers took to pole and cage with artful abandon, their hips and thighs making bold statements of sexual desire as they looked out on the audience below with bright, feral eyes, their clothes coming off slowly and seductively to expose flawless skin neon-painted with tribal designs that drew the eyes to breasts, built chests, gorgeously cut abs and other parts down south worth second and third looks. 

Not that Kidlat noticed. All he saw was the man at the bar, swigging his beer and scanning the room. Obviously that gorgeous hunk of man was waiting for someone, what with his eyes going between entrance and stage.

Now, Pepe's Pole was a place where the beautful took center stage without shame, shook their booty and seduced the audience without hesitation. It was also a place where the Other World's denizens could let their hair down and find themselves someone to roll in the hay for an hour, a day, maybe even eternity.

It was just another monsoon evening in Malate, once the most notorious of red-light districts. Former Manila Mayor Alfredo Lim may have cleaned up the district, but that was mainly just for show. In this part of the City by the Bay, sex still happened in dark alleys and even duskier nooks. You could get your pounds of flesh any way you wanted if you knew where to look.

This Tikbalang was hunting and his prey was within sight.

***

Ulap Delubyo Batumbakal was sitting under an umbrella at the little outdoor café as the rain fell. Clad in his impeccable banker's bespoke tropical suit in charcoal gray over a pristine white shirt and red Versace tie and shod in the best black designer wingtips the Florsheim store had to offer, he looked every inch the chairman of the board that he was. His black hair was streaked with white wings at the temples, which only added a dignified air to his rakishly dark good looks and the natural tan of his skin. Not bad for someone with four children who were full-grown and living their own lives. Actually, not too bad, indeed, for someone who was about to become a grandfather at long last.

Ulap sipped his barako espresso and leaned against the wicker back of his chair, his coffee eyes taking in the slick asphalt of the designated space where he expected his wife to park her car. It was, after all, her turn to pick him up from work, but she'd gotten stuck in the monster traffic jams that make up Manileños' everyday calvary. Instead of waiting in his Manila office, Ulap decided to go out for a bit of a walk and a coffee.

The café was part of a small compound enclosed by a low brick wall that also housed a bar, full-service spa and what looked like a small gift shop and he'd come here for sentimental reasons. 

When he'd been wooing his wife, this patch of pavement was once a little restaurant run by a self-made Chinese businessman who'd married a full-blooded Spanish insulares lass. This was where he'd finally won a happy "yes" from Bulan's sweet, lovely lips.

Now it was owned by different people who had preserved the Spanish colonial architecture of the main structure and the art deco designs of the outbuildings that were added years later. They'd put these to multiple purposes, but the lot itself was still a space he'd some sentimental affection for—even after all these years.

It doesn't matter how long you've been married, Ulap thought to himself as he checked his wafer-thin Breuget watch for the third time in the last quarter hour. You make sure your woman knows you're taking good care of yourself for her sake.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

A masculine voice interrupted Ulap's reveries and he turned to look at the stranger who'd approached him.

"Actually, I'm just waiting for someone," Ulap said, his voice polite but carefully neutral. He was not happy with the assessing look the stranger had given him, like he was the café's dinner special.

"Are you taken?" This from the mortal in tight, white skinny jeans and black, torso-hugging t-shirt.

"Yes, son, I most definitely am." Ulap tried to keep the irritation out of his tone. 

"Too bad," the wiry young human twentysomething said with a cutesy smile. "I'd happily have taken you."

With that, the young man disappeared through a set of heavy mahogany double doors under a blue and purple neon sign proclaiming the bar's name: Pepe's Pole.

At which point Ulap's mobile phone sang out Bulan's ringtone, the sexy guitar riff of the Inxs' Need You Tonight.

"Oh, babe, I'm so sorry to be so late." Bulan's apology was shot through with an undertone of anger, the slight echo indicating that she was speaking over the hands-free feature. "Manila's so full of idiots behind steering wheels. They should be shot. That's the solution to our traffic woes: Get the stupid ones and the assholes off the road permanently and reduce their vehicles to cubes of crushed metal."

"Easy, Baylan mine, don't get mad," Ulap said with a small chuckle. "You might actually call lightning on the poor fool who offends you like you did last week. I'll just keep busy here, okay? There's a bar just past the café, Pepe's Pole. Let me go see what they have there and I'll meet you inside, okay? You can pretend to pick me up. It will be kinky, for sure. Should I play hard to get or haliparot?"

"You're such a bad boy, Ulap mine," Bulan was shaking her head at her husband's audacity as she maneuvered around yet another idiot and stifled a very, very bad word about that fool's ancestry. "Just make sure you're out of the rain and not too bored. If I do like the bar, I will definitely make a slut of you when I see you. I need to de-stress."

"All right, dear, I'll be inside, waiting to be propositioned by a goddess, then. After that, I'll be inside you. All night long. Love you."

Ulap rang off to Bulan's amused little huffs and smiled. Getting older did not mean losing the excitement that had brought him and his wife together, after all. With that thought top of mind, he pushed his way into Pepe's Pole, anticipating a good, hard shot of lambanog to get him ready for the advances of that buxom armful of goddess he called wife. The Old Gods knew he'd need fortifying first, because, as insatiable as he could get, his wife could definitely do him one better.

***

"Lambanog, straight up, please. No ice." Ulap shot his order to the barkeep, a Diwata in a skintight black baby tee with the words "Don't. Fuck. With. Me." emblazoned in white across her healthy chest and tight leather pants hugging curvy hips and long, lithe legs that said otherwise.

Gorgeous as the Diwata was, Ulap's thoughts were on his wife: Her lush body with its perfectly peachy-tan skin, her beautiful bow lips. Her gorgeous black hair falling perfectly straight down past her hips, the tips just level with her pink, feminine bits. Feminine bits he wanted to explore all over again in their wettest, neediest glory. With lips and fingers and hard, hard tarugo. And, just like that, his pants got too tight. Must not think too much about what makes that woman so delicious, Ulap chided himself. Well, not until she's within reach and we're near some conveniently cool, dark place. An alley will do, but maybe a hotel? There must be about six of them here.

He settled onto one of the barstools, facing the mirror behind the bartender. There, now I can take in the show without looking like a dirty old man, Ulap thought with satisfaction as he sipped the clear, fiery ethanol that passed for native liquor. Ah, yes, the best use of coconut water, ever. He sighed and kept right on thinking of his wife and how her little sounds of pleasure tickled his ear as he fucked her wildly just that morning and he knew there was no helping his arousal until she got there. Patience is a virtue, Ulap.

Ulap turned the barstool toward the stage so he could check the door to his left before tipping his head back and rolling his shoulders, feeling the day's tension ease away as he took another, deeper draught of his drink.

And immediately sputtered it out as he felt a hand rub firmly against his groin. Onto a male Aswang who was standing too closely between his splayed legs for comfort. 

"I must say I do like the way you got me wet," the Aswang said, not in the least put off by the lambanog shower that landed on his black silk polo shirt. He pressed his hand even harder against Ulap's unsubsided erection and drew all the wrong conclusions.

Which was why, when the Aswang leaned in to deliver an exploratory kiss, he managed to kiss Ulap's large, incoming fist.

***

Cocoy saw the man in black silk and denim fly over the dance floor and land with a bone-crushing thud, right in front of the pole-dancer at center stage. Thank goodness the man was shimmying his thong-clad glutes up the pole or he'd have cushioned the flyer's fall.

He winced in sympathy as he heard the impact of a large body on the polished wooden floorboards. Ouch.

Cocoy averted his eyes from the angry man. It doesn't do a body good to get in the middle of a bar brawl, no matter how one-sided, he reminded himself. 

So he let his eyes wander over the dance floor, to watch a gorgeous pair of biker-booted and blue jeans-clad legs maneuver some intricate footwork with masculine grace. His eyes roved upward, to take in the tight, round butt above the meaty legs and the soft, olive-green t-shirt hugging every delineated muscle on a back that was obviously strong and ripped, a shirt that set off the rich, deep red and dark chocolate tones of this man's curly hair. The slow sway of those hips had Cocoy so entranced that he suddenly needed to look away for a bit, if only to get himself composed enough to approach that specimen of prime maleness later on.

So he turned to the man beside him, a distinguished-looking gent in a gray suit and black wingtips who had thrown the punch that sent the other guy flying.

"Oh, hey, sir, can we calm down?" The barkeep had her hand on the older man's shoulder and was trying to signal to the bouncers at the bar entrance. "We're all friends here."

"You tell that maligno that," Ulap said, shaking his right hand vigorously his low voice shot through with barely-suppressed anger. "He shouldn't be touching my personal parts like that."

"Actually, sir, this is a place where that maligno was doing precisely the accepted thing," the Diwata said as Ulap glowered down at her. "This is a bar where people who like sex—whatever they are and whatever their preferences are—can find it. Sitting at the bar means you're fair game. Of course, most people refer to Pepe's Pole as a gay bar, but, really, almost anything consensual goes."

Ulap was taken aback and he would have argued with the barkeep when he heard a wonderfully familiar voice behind him. "Well, it was not consensual and I didn't know about that rule with sitting at the bar. Thank you for telling me that. I'll not make that mistake again." Dander up, Ulap was about to turn and take his leave when he felt a smaller, softer body press against his rigid back.

"I'm looking for a very, very bad man to take home for the night," a dulcet alto whisper drifted up his shoulder to his ear as a blessedly feminine hand traced its way up one of Ulap's legs and cupped his crotch, massaging the hard heft it found with practiced ease. "Perhaps that man is you, sir?"

"Thank the Gods of War you're here," Ulap said as he turned to Bulan and buried his aquiline nose into her night jasmine-scented hair and shut his eyes. "I was getting impatient for you."

Just then, a streak of lightning arced over the dance floor, striking the rising Aswang between the eyes, knocking him unconscious. "That should take care of that," Bulan said casually. "Nobody puts the move on my guy and gets away with it. Only lightning reaps no vengeance."

Bulan wrapped a deceptively delicate-looking hand around the knot of her husband's tie and pulled gently as she walked to the door. "Let's go. I need to get you in me in the worst way. At least thrice."

"I hear, I obey, Babaylan of my life," Ulap said with a grin lacing his straitlaced tone of voice. "Lead on."

***

From the dance floor, Kidlat had a prime view of the perfect arc of lightning that hit the Aswang onstage, though he did not see who'd called it. Someone got a Babaylan angry. Tsk. Or maybe it was a Bayot, the male priests who cross-dressed to access the divine feminine aspect of the Babaylan and marry it to the raw, male energy given by SkyFather Bathala to males. The Babaylan is already a powerhouse. The Bayot even more so, transvestism and effete rituals notwithstanding. Most Bayot were totally male, though some preferred guys.

But, if the Babaylan is rare, then the Bayot is even rarer, Kidlat thought to himself. But what I wouldn't do for a Bayot of my own, he cast a silent wish. Someone who can take all of me, undiluted, and give back as good as he gets. Because, hell, I know I like mine male, big and burly, wild and delicious. Ah, SkyFather, let me have some of that someday.

Lost in his wishing, Kidlat was caught unawares when a warm male front came up smack against his back and butt and a pair of hands caught his hips in a determined but careful grip.

"That shirt looks good on you. I'm sure I'll look even better on you," a husky voice slid a sexy baritone whisper in his ear. "Wanna try me on?" Hot breath on Kidlat's neck drew pleasured shivers as the Tikbalang turned to face the man behind him and he beheld the prey he thought he'd been stalking.

"Dance with me." Kidlat decided to take charge. He was the taller one, after all. This human was what? Five foot-eleven, six foot flat? At six-four, he was confident he'd get the upper hand. But there was this thrumming energy about the man that made his inner horse prick up its ears.

"I'm so glad you dance my way, lover-boy," the man in the white linen shirt said with a smile, not in the least bit intimidated by Kidlat's intense stare. He even ground his groin against the Tikbalang's leg. "Let's. My name is Cocoy, by the way. Just so you know what you're going to yell out along with 'OhMyGod' later."

"Kidlat. And let's see who'll be yelling first."

With that, they battled for control as Kidlat began a slow, hard grind against Cocoy and Cocoy answered in kind, grabbing Kidlat's behind in a hard, unspoken challenge.

***

Just when she was about to swear off men forever (ex number sixteen having done a number on her, again), Jinx found herself watching not one man, but two. Which was awkward. Because she was in the middle of trying to get into the hot and heavy with a beautifully exotic woman in a brief little bit of lace that passed for a dress only because it just about covered her hard nipples and wet puki in peekaboo strips.

Well, if you touch the right erogenous zones in just the right way, then you'll get the arousal you intend and the happy ending you seek, right? Riiiight.

Jinx had to admit it was intoxicating, watching two very sexy men all but fucking on the dance floor, their eyes locked on each other and their hands barely restrained in their roaming over ripped chests, cut bellies and firm, high buns of steel. Whew. Hot in here.

She felt her dance partner's hands roaming over her own rounded ass, felt a wet, thong-covered groin rubbing against her bare leg as the thumping four-four rhythm of the trance music now playing brought them to a very sexy how-low-can-you-go grind. She felt soft, womanly lips caress her throat lightly as her partner flirted wordlessly with her. 

They danced closely, their breasts pressed together, the girl quite obviously into Jinx and Jinx subtly into the pair of magnificent men, one tall and broad and the other tall and wiry, dry-humping to the music.

Jinx brought a hand up to tangle her fingers into her dance partner's salon-perfect raven curls and held her head in place as she closed her amber eyes and let her head fall back. The girl had a talented tongue and Jinx knew a moment of regret that she'd not connected on a deeper level with Adora. 

The woman deserves better. But hell, so did she.

"

Somehow, I know you're getting all hot and bothered," Adora said softly against Jinx's left ear, "but I also know I'm not the one doing this to you, sweetheart."

Busted. Jinx pulled away a bit and looked Adora in the eye. "Well, you do know which switches to flip and you're gorgeous..." Jinx began.

"I know that, dearling." Adora was smiling. "And I do like some eggplant myself on occasion, as well as mussels. But you? You're straight as a line made with a ruler, girl. Would you like those two making like horndogs in front of us? Something tells me you do."

"I do like, yes." Jinx blushed as she said this. She had no idea why she couldn't even tell a little white lie to Adora, but, well there it was. She couldn't.

"Then go get, girlfriend. I'm just as happy being a wingwoman. Diwatas, after all, can have anyone they want. I can get me mine later." Having said that, Adora gave Jinx a wink and a small shove that sent her straight into the manwich in need of filling. "You'll thank me later," Adora added as she turned and left the dance floor.

***

"Oh, dear me, I'm so sorry to crash into your manwich like this..." Jinx's composure was shot the moment she felt the forward momentum knocking her off her black as sin fuck-me heels and right between Cocoy and Kidlat.

"Manwich?!"

"Whoa!"

Both men blurted out their surprise simultaneously and Jinx was just glad they'd had the presence of mind to keep her from falling to the floor. That would have exposed her barely-there lace boyleg panties to all and sundry and, brief as her little red dress was (a bandage dress, after all, only covers the parts that are illegal to bare publicly).


How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 01



Then she remembered that she wasn't a sex goddess. That she'd chosen that dress because, well, she was slim, with nonexistent hips and only by the grace of her well-rounded ass and breasts could she be considered female. That, and she was too tall to be called petite. And her cropped black hair was almost masculine in its pixie cut...

"Uhm, I'm sorry, gentlemen," Jinx began, her soft voice squeaking with embarassment. "I do hope I didn't spoil your, uh, dance. My lady-friend pushed me at you."

"Did she now?" Cocoy cocked a crow's wing of a brow up, amusement sifting through the irritation he still felt at being interrupted by a careening female. "Are you hurt?"

Kidlat was silent, looking intently over this creature in red splayed against his chest as he held her up by the armpits. He felt that thrum of energy, similar to the power he felt radiating from Cocoy, but vastly different. It was more—female—more earthy, but no less sexy.

"Would you like to sit down? Get something to drink or eat?" Kidlat's questions came out in a rush and he addressed Cocoy as much as the lovely (now where did that thought come from?) creature in his arms.

Cocoy nodded, feeling distracted by the soft, feminine hands still gripping his waist tightly as Jinx found her feet and steadied herself, her hips inadvertently brushing the hard-on he still had from necking with Kidlat.

The trio quit the dance floor, the opening they left filling quickly again with gyrating bodies as the music changed to a faster, more demanding song and some street-dancers replaced the cage-dancing women and pole-dancing dude.

***

"So, tell me more about the manwich to which you referred," Cocoy said after introductions were made and he finally got a good look at the face of the woman who'd shot right between him and Kidlat.

Her hair was so black its highlights were blue, something that contrasted beautifully with the light amber of her eyes and the strong lines of her jaw and brow. Also with the full, deep pink of her bow lips and that deep dimple in her right cheek that peeked out when she pursed those lips as she thought of her answer.

"Well, where do I begin?" Jinx blew her short fringe off her forehead as she tried to put the words together. "I was done with men. I mean, my last boyfriend was a nightmare. A gorgeous, masculine nightmare, but, still, a nightmare. So I came here, since Pepe's Pole is rumored to be a place where a girl can go wild without getting labeled a slut, you know. I wanted a change of pace, perhaps breasts instead of chest, you know?"

Kidlat looked intently at this woman sitting catty-corner between him and Cocoy, nodding at each 'you know' and hoping he looked like he did know (he didn't). He had to concentrate on listening to both of the humans, because, just as each one apparently spewed enough psychic energy to drive his libido crazy, the two of them combined made thinking an almost impossible task. 

It was all he could do not to grab them both and try to hump them simultaneously, on the café table, right in front of the road. Now why the fuck is this happening, now that I've finally made peace with liking men, not women? The Old Gods have a sick sense of humor, that's why.

Never in his life had Kidlat found himself drawn to females, unlike his elder brother, Buhawi, or his younger brother, Habagat, who had to be kept in the Other World when he discovered that his tarugo wasn't just for pissing out of and wouldn't stop choking the chicken when he discovered masturbation and girlie magazines at roughly the same time.

"Maybe you just picked losers," Cocoy said, trying to ease Jinx's anxious fidgeting by putting his hands on hers. "I'm sure the right guy for you is there. Don't lose faith." But, as he spoke his platitudes, Cocoy could feel Jinx's body heat and it was doing all sorts of good (BAD!) things to his groin, which was already in a lather thanks to Kidlat.

Okay, I know I swing both ways, but, wow. This borders on greed. Cocoy mentally shook his head as his eyes widened with the realization that he wanted both this woman sitting knock-kneed to his right and the man keeping a stolid silence on his left. Maybe I can... oh, why not?

"Yeah," Kidlat cottoned onto the conversation at last, "Maybe you just chose guys whose parents didn't teach them how to treat women right." Then he put his hand over Cocoy's and Jinx's and his brain got fried again.

"Look, Kidlat, Cocoy, don't take this the wrong way, okay?" Jinx bit her lip as she paused, looking first at Kidlat, then at Cocoy, both of whom were looking at her with increasing intensity that she wasn't quite comfortable feeling. "I found you both so hot, being lost in each other and all. I'm not being a fag-hag, I'm just being honest. But maybe we can talk when I haven't had too many cosmopolitans and you aren't looking at me like I'd make a good midnight snack."

Smackdown. Ouchies. Cocoy blinked back a wince and put the charm on full throttle, with an undies-melting smile, as he forced himself to relax and pull his hand away from the pile on the table so he could reach for the latte he'd ordered. "Hey, let me be just as honest: I find both of you really hot. I want both of you. Now that that's out of the way, can we exchange numbers and set a date?" The latte had gotten cold sometime into their conversation and Cocoy made a face. "Ack. Cold coffee."

Drawing in a deep breath that made his chest expand (quite the delighful sight, really, for one him and one her), Kidlat pulled his hand off Jinx's, as well.

"Yes, I think we need clear heads for what comes after this... thing we've triggered," Kidlat said somberly as he willed his stubborn cockstand down without success. "This is the first time I've found a woman I want like this and I need to wrap my head around it. No offense intended," he turned earnest eyes to Jinx.

"None taken," she responded with a relieved (and very, very appealing) smile, complete with deep dimple action and a touch of teeth on bottom lip. "I've never found myself this hot for two men at the same time, either."

"Okay, that's enough honesty for the evening, hmmm? Let's swap numbers and talk later," Cocoy's tone was brisk, masking the fact he wanted to explore Jinx's succulent mouth with full tongue action, then do the exact same thing to Kidlat, whose mouth he'd already explored and couldn't get enough of.

The three went their separate ways, since they'd all brought vehicles: Kidlat had his Kawasaki Ninja, Cocoy drove a Ford Everest and Jinx's car could have been her namesake if the backfire of the battered old Ford Cortina of indeterminate color (get-away car comes to mind) was anything to go by.

"It's a car," Jinx had said defensively when both men offered to bring her home or get her a cab. "It gets me from point A to point B. I promise you, it is safe."

It isn't that I can't afford a new car, Jinx thought to herself. I just can't be bothered with getting a new car. Besides, this is my dad's car and he loved it just as it was and I love it just as it is.

***

Cocoy made a beeline for the bathroom at his North Syquia apartment just a short drive down from Pepe's Pole. His raging hard-on needed immediate relief and he tried an ice-cold shower. That did not work.

So he took himself in hand and let the fantasy take him as he caressed balls and jerked hard on his tarugo after soaping up, his back and ass tense against the cold tile of his shower stall.

Ah, if only I could have Jinx's sweet lips around my cock. Have her take me down her throat while she sucks and licks at me. If only Kidlat would take over jacking me off while she licks my balls. He'd have one hand on her breast, I'd take hold of the other and she'd be playing with her wet puki, fingering it and her clit while moaning all over my groin. That would be so good. So good.

Kidlat looked down upon the magnificent view of Metro Manila from his lofty perch at the Grammercy Place penthouse and knew that, somewhere in the densely-packed metropolis, two gorgeous, delicious people who may or may not be Other would dream of him pleasuring them. Just as he'd dream of them. Hand on cock, probably. 

He sighed and reached into the narra bureau behind the leather sectional sofa and counted the red candles in it. Perhaps he'd have enough to work a bit of magic. First to get answers, then to find his pathway.

Jinx barely made it home to her Pasay City home, well, what used to be the clan ancestral home. The clan was long gone overseas and only she chose to remain Filipino. But home is home and the rococo décor still suited her just fine, thank you very much.

I'm not going to reach the bedroom, she knew that much. So she settled herself on an old plantation chair, splayed her legs over each long, hardwood arm, reclined into the wicker weave and began by caressing her generous bounty of chestiness, looking at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across it and between heavily-curtained windows.

Two hot men feeling each other up on the dance floor just got her engines revved. Now, two hot men kissing her above and below was a fantasy that would blow her mind.

Speaking of blow...

Jinx's fingers sped up under the lace of her underwear and beneath, as she lifted her ass off the seat and set her clitoris on fire with one hand and fucked her dripping pussy from under with three fingers of the other.

She presented an erotic picture with her face set in a rictus of pleasure, her nipples poking up at the ceiling through the Indian cotton of her bandage dress and her body splayed out like an offering on some pagan god's plinth, hips pumping and legs taut as she worked for her orgasm.

When she came, she came thrice, in succession, until she could barely stay conscious enough to shed her shoes and find her bed.

Yes, it would be a long night.



How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 02



The wee hours' darkness gave way to a glorious dawn of pastels and soft light filtered through the hamog, the morning dew that did not care if it touched cityscape or rugged countryside. 

Jinx stretched the kinks out of her back. Sleeping in a chair, no matter that the planter's chair she'd slept on was designed for napping, was still a bit harder on one's back than the soft, ergonomic mattress she should have lain in last night.

She drew her fingers lightly over the insides of her still spread thighs, feeling the skin that had heated so much under her touch in the semi-darkness of her living room just hours earlier and she couldn't help wishing she'd had Cocoy and Kidlat with her.

But, no, it was never a good idea to play genital hockey with men she'd just met while under the influence of alcohol, and she'd had way too much at the time. She thought of the two men wrestling for control over one another on the Pepe's Pole dance floor again and felt the rush of heat through her body, to the pencil eraser-points of her dusky brown nipples and down to her puki and clit, which were sore with friction burn from her frantic fingers' stimulation. 

She shook her head. It's time to get up and start the day, Jinx. Lazing around is for people who haven't any businesses to tend. You can call the men and be a slut later. They're probably still asleep.

Jinx got up, did a few torso-twists and stepped onto the plush area rug in front of the planter's chair. Then she stretched out in a sun salute before dropping into a downward dog to flex all the sore muscles in her body.

Good morning, sunshine! It didn't matter how badly she slept, Jinx was a lark who only needed to greet the first rays of sunlight to start the day right. Especially since she'd spent time with not one, but two gorgeous men who seemed to like her in that way. That does a woman's body (and mind) a lot of good, too.

Time for breakfast, then a quick shower, Jinx decided. She'd have to look over the stock for her boutique, Inocencia's, check if the essential oils and luxury toiletries she made and sold to a select clientele was enough, or if she'd need to replenish it from her farm in Tagaytay City. 

Well, when you are given a name like Janina Inocencia Paloma, you do something good with it, yes? Since Jinx had no liking for that name at all (but was stuck with it for life), she just put it to the best use possible. When life gives you kalamansi, after all, you squeeze all the juice out of them that you can.

It was between the first sip of strong, black coffee and the first bite of her hot pandesal, tomato and water buffalo mozzarella sandwich that it struck, that strange sensation of intense light flowing through her veins and bursting out of her skin.

The feeling was so totally alien that Jinx dropped both sandwich and statement mug on her petrified wood dining table in shock, her back arcing against the ladder-back hardwood chair where she sat.

Her hands splayed onto the tabletop to keep her from pitching forward, the energy so strong it was moving her torso forward, then back. Jinx turned her head to the wide antique mirror running the length of one wall over an ornately-carved sideboard made of dark molave wood and saw the light trickling from her eyes like tears, leaving blindingly bright tracks down her face. When she opened her mouth to scream, light flashed so brightly out of it that it obliterated her image in the mirror.

While that was already enough to totally freak Jinx out, she truly lost it when she looked at the scorch marks on her sandwich—finger-shaped scorch marks—as smoke began to rise from the old driftwood of her dining table.

***

Cocoy looked himself over critically in the mirror as he fastened the buttons on his black dress shirt and drew a deep breath. You are a good-looking man, Cornelio Colina delos Reyes, he told himself as he stretched his arms over his head in the victory pose. You have this interview in the bag. You are so gorgeous it hurts.

And he was. His wavy black hair was tamed (for now) into a slicked back style, his heavy brows the perfect highlights to eyes deep as the sea and ringed with sooty, long lashes over a straight, well-formed nose and the thick, sensuous lips that set off the cut planes of his chiseled jaw. Cocoy drew in a deep breath as he turned away from the mirror, satisfied he looked his best.

It never failed to surprise Cocoy how nervous facing the press made him, even after years of being one of the prime thespians on stages across Asia and Europe. He could go from Chinese opera to Shakespearean drama in the flick of a finger, but sitting in front of a posse of reporters always, always had him on edge. He came from an impeccable pedigree. 

His great-grand-aunt had played the most memorable Cho-Cho San to ever grace Milan's soaring La Scala opera house, the place where Madame Butterfly had made its world debut. He was a triple-threat actor, with a baritone as beautiful as his dance moves were graceful. And, yes, he could act, he even had the awards on his mantel from various well-respected award-giving bodies to prove that.

Now that he was embarking on something a bit less classical and a bit more pop culture, the butterflies in his stomach turned into pterosaurs. Enough of the jitters, you sexy beast. Go and wow them.

The first strains of his debut single, Swing Both Ways, began playing. He took his cue to leap to the center of the stage dominating the front of the Mariott Hotel's gigantic ballroom (so big it was a separate structure from the hotel, in fact). 

The floor lights came on, limning his crouched profile, caressing the hard curve of his butt, throwing his face into shadow, then playing across his chest and legs as he rose up and held himself spread-eagled to the gasps of the crowd at his feet.

The hard-driving heavy metal undertones overlaid with pop-rock guitar and synth thrummed through the room as he tweaked the wireless microphone headset embedded in his ear and began singing the opening bars of the song he'd composed weeks ago. 

He'd made this song as a break from the past, not just to exit the closet he'd been in, but to splinter the closet doors with finality. His usually cultured voice gave way to roars and growls, to screams of defiance and demands that would not be denied. Cocoy channeled all that into his song with an unleashed aggression that he'd never, ever shown.

Mama said I need a girl,

A good, good girl

But I want her nasty

With leather, with lace

With my hot kisses on her face.

I want a bad girl, give me a bad girl

Who swings both ways.

I want a man, 

Man as I am, hard as I am,

With whips and chains.

A bad, bad man with me in hand,

And my hand hard on him,

Who swings both ways.

I'm gonna make him kneel,

I'm gonna make her cry.

I'm the hard, hot man

Who'll make them swing both ways.

So give me the freedom

Of a pendulum, a trapeze rider

Who swings both ways.

Gimme it all.

Gimme it all.

Give me that woman.

Give me that man.

Let's all swing

The way my love does:

Swing both ways.

Tell my Mama, babe,

That we swing both ways.

You can't cage us.

We're not gay.

We're not straight.

No one can hold us

As we swing our way.

The only rules that count 

Are the rules we make.

We will be gods

Who swing our way.

The music swelled as Cocoy threw himself into the first live performance of this song that was climbing the local music charts and, thanks to YouTube, going viral with its raunchy video across social media.

He ended on a rebel yell, putting over a decade and a half of rigorous dance training to good use as he tore his shirt open (displaying a set of naughty nipple rings and the bad-boy tattoo of a rampant roan stallion across his back) and performed a flawless series of side-flip kicks that strained the taut leather of his pants and steel-toed black boots for the screaming fans behind the stolid line of entertainment press and photographers. 

Taking a towel proferred by his personal assistant, Cocoy sat himself down at the table fronting the stage and prepared himself for the questions—including the inevitable questions that would come about his sexuality. Oh, I am more than ready for this. Bring it on. He flashed an underwear-melting smile as he spoke into the handheld mic propped up in front of him, his manager and publicist flanking him.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I am sure you have questions for me, but, first, let me welcome you to the launch of a new recording label that I hope will revive the original Pilipino music industry and take it to the next level: Welcome to your first glimpse of Lintik Records, which will strike the world with original Filipino-made music the likes of which has never been made before."

The stage lit up with pinwheel fireworks and laser lights as a set of velvet curtains was drawn to reveal the Lintik Records label logo, red lightning shooting through three yellow stars and a white sun on a field of bright, deep blue. 

Several well-known Filipino bands and musicians were cast in silhouette for a second or two before they stepped forward into the spotlights that came on from above: Punk rock bands, world music artists, folk singers and not a few musical theater and classical musicians whose talent was world-class and undeniable, each one of them stepping up to a microphone speaking only one line: "I am Lintik Records."

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Lintik Records roster of musicians," Cocoy said, willing the audience to absorb his words well. "We will do so much more than rock your world. Come and get us."

There were a few seconds of dead air, as if the hundred or so people sitting and milling about in the huge ballroom had been spellbound.

It was there that it happened, amid a luxe selection of gigantic cakes and trestle-tables laden with cheese platters and cold cuts smorgrasbords, with chafing dishes of native delicacies and aphrosidiacs sitting cheek-to-jowl with the best wines from Europe and the New World.

Cocoy could feel the pull of the crowd's sudden arousal, the air grew heavy with the lust of an entire audience focused on him and it was all he could do to hang on to his confidence, to the huge ego that had served him so well in the years he'd spent onstage.

The crowd surged forward on a wild, animal howl. They were intent on Cocoy, and only Cocoy, and they engulfed him and the people at the suddenly small table he was at with a suddeness that took his breath away. He was only able to make a quick getaway from the unexpected melee by crawling under the skirts that surrounded the stage where he'd so recently sung and danced and making his gasping way to the side exit to the ballroom's kitchens.

***

Kidlat was exhausted as he rolled off his sectional sofa onto the cool teracotta tile of his living room floor. He'd spent the night burning candles and incense, casting black salt and green macaw feathers into his scrying. He'd never failed to find his path before and it was with immeasurable frustration that he swiped a hand over his face.

He'd not get his father's Molave throne, that much he knew, since Buhawi had found a Babaylan whose power was their Inay's equal. Something he learned the hard way when he tried to stop their mating—since Buhawi's Tala had managed to use lightning—his namesake element—to knock him unconscious. Against a pink hibiscus plant. How embarrassing. 

But that was behind him already. Why his scrying kept replaying that moment was beyond him. The only new words that came of the hours and hours of ritual were a a few audible lines from a song by the Ibong Adarna, that overgrown poppycock. 

Kidlat had gotten so damn sleepy by the time the bird began to sing, ghosting against the deep black of the night skyline framed by his wall of double-glazed tempered glass windows. He was barely awake when the bird began to sing. 

Then, just like that, the song ended and he was wide awake again and the dawn had broken and bloomed into mid-morning.

Seek you the Bayot

SkyFather has granted you this.

Seek you the Diwata,

EarthMother's secret gift.

Seek you Sinukuan,

Makiling's sister,

For she protects she whom

You will have for your own.

Seek them, find them

Own them, bind them.

The path will clear

When they are near

When you've become dear

To him, to her:

Your light

Your map

The two who will

Keep you still

And move you.

Oh, well, now, that should be simple. Why didn't I think of that? Wry thoughts were, after all, Kidlat's metier. Being the younger, less-approved of son of the Tikbalang king and the First Priestess and Moon Goddess gives you that expertise. At least he was his grandfather's favorite.

Well, it was as good a time as any to call Cocoy and Jinx. Kidlat had to begin somewhere and, though his brother would be king, he would be the Chief Pathfinder. That meant getting his bearings, at the soonest possible time. Because killing Buhawi was no longer an option (not that it ever was, beyond his wishful thinking), it was time to pave his own road to immortality because a kingdom is not run by a king alone.

Oh, the resentment was there, make no mistake. But Kidlat knew when to hold them and when to fold them. Because walking away was definitely not in the cards. He'd have to swallow his pride. Again. But maybe, just maybe there would be someone (or more than one someone) who would make the swallowing bearable.

Kidlat took a quick shower and scarfed down some oatmeal and toast with jam, fortified himself with strong, sweet Batangas coffee and made his calls to Jinx and Cocoy asking them to meet up at his place in the late afternoon. 

That done. Kidlat called the Grammercy Place concierge to send him a wake-up call and escort his guests up to the penthouse and collapsed onto the black cotton sheets of his bed for a much-needed nap. So what if thinking about Cocoy's wavy hair and intense eyes and Jinx's lush ass and luscious lips made him hard? He'd worry about that when they got here.

***

Cocoy and Jinx stood awkwardly in the elevator as it rose steadily to the penthouse without stopping. This was Kidlat's personal elevator and the concierge had sent a snappily uniformed member of the housekeeping service in with them. 

They both wanted to touch each other, but there was a gooseberry in the elevator and they didn't dare. Jinx felt especially leery of touching anything or anyone, too, after nearly setting her house on fire. She was able to keep the 'sunshine' in, but only if she concentrated and held it back. The moment she was distracted, whammo, blazes (literally). 

"Hey," Jinx said gently as she waggled her fingers at Cocoy, her voice a soft, sweet sound that pinged off the mirrored elevator walls as she smiled nervously at Cocoy, who was doing his level best to look cool and collected.

"Hey." Cocoy said, returning Jinx's smile with one that promised an aggressive exploration of possibilities as soon as their gooseberry was out of the way.

Between them stood a petite woman with her caramel hair in a prim bun at the nape of her neck, her head bowed and her hands clasped tightly together. For all the coolness of the elevator, she was sweating, her hands going from her waist to the name tag (Sarah) on her uniform's right breast.

Once the elevator hit the penthouse, Sarah punched a button and cleared her throat. "Mr. Batumbakal is expecting you, so the front door should be open, Sir, Ma'am." 

The two stepped out and walked the bare few steps to the black door directly across the elevator and they heard Sarah sigh loudly in relief before the elevator doors slid shut and whisked her away. 

"Was she..." Jinx turned to Cocoy, cocking up a brow seeking confirmation of what she'd seen before the elevator closed. "Was she pulling up her skirt?"

"I'm afraid she was," Cocoy said, his voice just as astonished. "It's a long ride. I'm sure she'll be done before she gets to the ground floor."

"Has that been happening to you lately?" Jinx continued with her queries as she pulled a handkerchief from the tote bag on her shoulder and wiped sweat from her brow. "I've had people acting strange around me all day. Along those, ahem, lines. Also, is all the air conditioning in the metro on the fritz? Because, I swear, it's way too hot for the monsoon season."

"You have no idea," Cocoy replied shortly, his temper still on the edge from his narrow escape from the press conference earlier. "It's almost like I'm a walking aphrodisiac and, as much as I may have wanted to be a sex god, today was beyond too much."

***

Cocoy and Jinx walked into the foyer and beheld large, framed photos worthy of an art gallery. The biggest one was of Kidlat in mid-air, casting a killer lay-up into the NCCA finals hoop. This was the epic five-peat, the critical shot that won the Ateneo Blue Eagles their record basketball title. 

There was a small engraving on brass beneath the photo frame: "Kidlat Daluyong Batumbakal scores the winning shot of a five-peat."

His face in the photo was intent, feral, determined and oh so beautiful to Jinx, and to Cocoy, who stood tranfixed by it. 

"I wonder if his face looks like that when he comes," Jinx blurted out. "That would be a beautiful sight."

"Do you always speak so bluntly?" Kidlat's voice skated down the space between the three as he came into view, his chest bare and a pair of black cotton pyjama pants barely concealing the muscles (and other things) it covered. His hair was tousled into a cap of corkscrew curls and he crossed his arms over his chest.

Well, there went my panties, was Jinx's last coherent thought. The sight of Kidlat half-naked was hot enough to maker her spontaneously combust. Stop thinking about spontaneous combustion, woman. Instead of melting into a pool of wanton arousal at their feet, you're about to go ka-blooey. Great.

"Kidlat," Cocoy said turning on the charm full blast now. Because the zipper on his jeans was about to leave permanent marks on some very personal property now that he was standing between Jinx and Kidat. "Good to see you. We have unfinished business, you, her and I." 

"Have you eaten? Let's take this to the kitchen," Kidlat said, his face grim. "At least we should have some merienda while we sort a few things out."

"How about we get some of this sexual tension out of the way, first, boys?" Jinx blurted out again. "Because, I don't know how you two keep it in your pants but I'm literally on fire."

Kidlat and Cocoy both focused their gazes on Jinx, whose skin was beginning to glow along the veins and arteries beneath it as she spoke. Her eyes grew bright and the intensity of the light emanating from her eyes, nostrils, mouth and ears began to grow until they were looking at a being of light shaped just like Jinx.

"Guys, why are you shielding your eyes? I can't be that fugly..." Jinx's attempt at humor was lost on the two men, who were struck dumb by her beauty as the light ebbed slowly away to just a slight glow playing over her hair, skin and clothing.

"By the Old Gods, I never thought I'd see a changeling," Kidlat's voice was an awestruck whisper. "Or have one in the same room as a Bayot, for that matter."

And, having said that, Kidlat felt the impact of a fist on his jaw as Cocoy hit him with three punches to the jaw and chest in quick succession.

"Calling me a Bayot is fighting words, asshole," Cocoy said as he swept Kidlat's feet out from under him. "You're one to denigrate my preferences."

Jinx squealed and pulled at Cocoy's shoulders, trying to pull him off Kidlat, without success. "Get off him, Cocoy! Stop hitting him!"




How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 02



"Stop!" Kidlat held his hands palms up to Cocoy, who'd straddled his hips and who was now sitting on a monster erection with one of his own. "I did not mean that as an insult. I meant Bayot—the male counterpart of the Babaylan priestess. That was an epithet of respect."

Fist in mid-strike, Cocoy paused and looked Kidlat in the eye. "You'd better be sincere about that or I will hurt you so badly your mom won't recognize you." Jinx kept her hands firmly on Cocoy's still tensed biceps, ready to pull harder if needed.

Not that it was needed, since Kidlat curled up and put a hand behind Cocoy's head, pulling the man into an elemental kiss of dueling tongues that made Jinx want to touch herself.

The men rolled over each other, seeking dominance as they tore at each other's clothing and Jinx sank to the kitchen floor, her hands going madly at the button fly of her gray, boot-cut jeans. 

She'd gotten them and her pink lace panties down just past her pussy and pulled open the snaps on her blue and white lumberjack shirt and the front clasp of her bra when Cocoy and Kidlat stopped rolling and settled into a deep, aggressive exchange of feints and parries of tongues and lips, their hips grinding into each other.

That'll do, Jinx thought as she began pinching her nipples, her teeth biting down hard on her full lower lip, as if that would keep her groaning in. 

"Fuck that's so hot, please don't stop." Her voice was a hoarse rasp of desire chased with some satisfaction as her fingers traversed the wetness of her slit to circle the tip of her clitoris. The light touch sent her into orgasm, one she'd been needing all day, and her legs shook, curled and straightened out on the floor as her back arched, raising her soft belly and full breasts up to the late afternoon light.

When Kidlat and Cocoy surfaced from their kiss, they saw Jinx in the partially-clothed glory of her release, making incoherent words and inchoate sounds that made them stop and watch.

"That's beautiful," Kidlat said in wonder.

"Yes, it is. Would you like to see more?" Cocoy offered. "We can make that manwich she's been talking about, you know."

"Show me how it's done, man," Kidlat said in a moment of unavoidable honesty. "I've never pleasured a woman before." His voice was thick and so was his tarugo and Kidlat really, really wanted this woman, he realized.

***

Cocoy was holding Jinx in his arms, or, at least it would be Cocoy, she thought, seeing as Kidlat was the one in front of her. She looked behind her to be sure.

"Would you like us to make you come, Jinx," Cocoy asked from somewhere above her head. "Because, if you do, I will show Kidlat how to please you."

Jinx looked to Kidlat, her eyes half-closed with lust, her body fever-hot. "Yes. Please make me come, Kidlat, Cocoy. I need this. We need this. Don't ask me how I know, I just do." She held her arms out to Kidlat in wordless appeal.

"By Indianale's full breasts, you are gorgeous, woman," Kidlat said with reverence in his voice as he invoked the goddess of good deeds and bountiful harvests (she was his godmother, after all). "I want you. I need this, as you have said."

Cocoy sat atop the kitchen counter, pulled Jinx up after him and nodded to a barstool. "Pull her sandals, pants and panties off and grab a seat, then, Kidlat." His voice was stern with undertones of very horny. His eyes were on Kidlat's rippling muscles as the other man complied.

Jinx shivered as Cocoy began to kiss the side of her neck, making light, hot trails blaze where his tongue swept out to taste her, where his lips sucked at her softness, where his teeth drew gasps as he bit down on her with a gentleness that only made her want more.

"Sit down and shift her legs over mine. Look at how beautiful she is spread out over me like this. Look at these beautiful breasts, watch me make her nipples grow pink and stand up like hard little aratiles berries."

The air was caressing her puki as Kidlat followed Cocoy's instructions. Kidlat spread her vulva open and watched her grow wetter.

"She smells so good, Cocoy."

"Touch her, Kidlat. Feel how she trembles down there when I do this." Cocoy cupped both of Jinx's breasts, circling each areola with the lightest touches as she arched her back against his chest and turned her face to his for a deep kiss.

Jinx moaned into Cocoy's mouth as Kidlat traced her slit with his big fingers, lightly as Cocoy's fingers were caressing her breasts. She broke the kiss and made her demand: "More, please, harder." Not that they went any faster or harder, not yet, so Jinx writhed in Cocoy's lap, grinding into his hard tarugo.

"Patience is a virtue, sweetness. First we will give Kidlat a feast of your breasts," Cocoy bit down firmly on an earlobe and Jinx groaned. Kidlat was trailing kisses down her throat and she drove desperate fingers into his mop of red-brown curls.

"Please, please... I need this, I'm so close."

Kidlat's mouth made a trail down to her navel, his tongue dipping into the sensitive indentation and making Jinx tug at his hair as he raised his head to her breasts and began to lick slow, lazy circles around one nipple, then the other, before he began to suck each hardened bud in earnest.

She felt Cocoy's hands move to her thighs, pulling them more firmly over his as Kidlat's hands came up to her neck and belly, his mouth still suckling at her in long, hard pulls that made her puki flood some more.

"Oh, she's wetting my pants with her juices, Kidlat," Cocoy's voice was rough now, like gravel on silk. His fingers swept along her wet, wet pussy, slipping and sliding before he took them away and licked his forefinger. "You're definitely doing this right. Taste her. So delicious. The most delicious pussy, ever." 

Cocoy offered the rest of his pussy-wet fingers to Kidlat, who sucked them clean as his brown eyes glazed over with an even higher level of arousal.

"Pussy is the most important meal of the day, besides cock," Cocoy added, trying to control the trembling of his voice as Kidlat suckled on his fingers, his hot, sucking tongue making Cocoy's cock even harder. "Eat it the way you would savor an ice cream cone. Suck it the way you would a mango you've peeled. Fuck it with your tongue. Spread her puki open with your fingers."

Kidlat complied and Cocoy resumed his ministrations to Jinx's breasts, rolling and squeezing her nipples harder, with a bit more roughness this time as he whispered sensual filth in her ear.

"Do you like that, Jinx? Is he tongue-fucking you, flicking that hard little clit with his tongue? Do you want him to finger-fuck you while he sucks your clitoris?"

"Yes, oh, yes!" Jinx's voice went from a whisper to a scream as Kidlat ground his lips against her vulva and clitoris, French-kissing her womanly reaches, one hand going under her ass to brush knuckles against Cocoy's hard-on while raising her to his voracious mouth as the other hand began pumping one, two, three fingers in her. "Fuck! Don't stop, please, don't stop."

"Keep going, Kidlat," Cocoy said, looking intently down Jinx's body, enjoying his own personal porno of Kidlat eating pussy like a champ. "Curl those fingers inside her as you suck on her clitoris. I promise you she'll come so hard your face will be covered in it."

"Oh, stop, stop, it's too sensitive, stop!"

"Keep going, Kidlat. Give her multiple orgasms," Cocoy said before engulfing Jinx's screams in a long, hard kiss.

Kidlat did as he was bid and Jinx climaxed over and over again, screaming and yanking his head even closer to her pulsing puki.

"Now, slow down," Cocoy said. "Ease to a stop and let our woman catch her breath. She'll need it."

"That was beautiful, Jinx," Cocoy whispered his praise to Jinx, licking the shell of her ear as she lay lax against his chest.

Kidlat came up to look down at both of them and Cocoy caught his hair in a tight grip, drawing Kidlat's come-glossed face to his own for a carnal kiss that surrounded Jinx and brought her still pulsating core into close contact with Kidlalt's hard tarugo.

"You both taste so good," Cocoy grinned after they broke the kiss. "Now, let's get us some water and bring this fuckfest to the next level because we're still hard and we still have this beautiful female between us."

***

Jinx found set herself on all fours on Kidlat's coffee table and took Cocoy's cock in her mouth. That cock was a beautiful tool: Well-shaped, curving slightly to the heavens and thick enough that her fingers would not meet when she gripped it. She had Cocoy's jeans fly open and hadn't bothered to do more than draw the denim down to mid-thigh on the man. Because a delicious, hot, huge sausage awaited her hungry mouth.

It was so long that she couldn't get all of it into her mouth and so she used hand and mouth to blow it, alternating licking on the bulbous red head and sucking on it as hard as she could. 

Soon she found a rhythm that had Cocoy thrusting his hips back and forth almost without thought: One hand jacked him, her mouth suckled and the other cupped his balls and traced light patterns in the wetness building there from her saliva.

Kidlat, meanwhile, went with what his imagination built. He knelt before Jinx's ass and resumed eating her pussy, driving his tongue into her until she broke the suction on Cocoy's cock long enough to look up at Kidlat with lust-hot eyes and make her demands known: "Fuck that pussy with your cock, Kidlat. Fuck me until I'm sore."

Kidlat pulled his pajamas down to mid-thigh and began rubbing his cock against Jinx's wetness, coating as much of himself as he could and reveling in the slide of his tarugo against her pussy and clit, and the little mewls she made around Cocoy's cock. Cocoy shook and cursed each time Jinx mewled and he gasped out: "Whatever you're doing, Kidlat, keep at it because she's amazing when she vibrates around me like that."

Then Kidlat speared Jinx's hot, tight pussy and seated himself fully in one smooth thrust, his eyes opening wide and meeting Cocoy's as he did so.

"Awesome feeling, the grip of a woman's pussy," Cocoy said as he pulled Kidlat to him so he could lick at the other man's nipples and neck. "Keep pumping into her. Pump hard, she's shaking under my palm now. I believe our woman likes getting fucked by you while she blows me."

Cocoy kissed Kidlat and Kidlat lost control. He gripped Jinx's hips and began a furious tempo of fucking that had her screaming around Cocoy's cock, making Cocoy reach down to cup and massage her breasts harder as the three fucked their way into a massive mutual orgasm that left them speechless, boneless and absolutely dazed.

***

"Man, whatever it was you two wanted to talk to me about and whatever I wanted to tell you is gonna have to wait until later," Kidlat mumbled from the heap their three bodies made on the shag rug on the floor. "But you'd better know I'm going to want more of this, too."

"Me, too," Cocoy said, his voice hoarse.

"Me, three." Jinx said before passing out.

Last night's long night is nothing compared to this one, was Jinx's last thought as she drifted into a climax coma in the arms of two very hot, very big men. Dear God, give me strength. Because I need strength for this thing we've got that I find myself liking more and more each minute.

*****

A few words may be unfamiliar to those who are not Filipino: Pandesal (literally: bread of salt), which is a kind of soft bun that is usually eaten for breakfast, with coffee and various sweet or savory fillings. It is taken from the Spanish words pan (bread) and de sal (of salt), and pronounced in the Spanish manner.

Lintik (Lin-tek) is another Filipino word for lighting (like kidlat, the main protagonist's name). If you take Kidlat's full name, you translate it into Lightning Storm Surge (Daluyong or dah-loo-yong) Iron Ore.

Then there's merienda (mare-yen-dah), which is our word for a snack, usually eaten at mid-afternoon or mid-morning. At its simplest, merienda could be pandesal and coffee or tea. Or it could be as grand as a meal of viand and rice or sweet rice cakes and ginger tea.

Again, comments are welcome and I am happy to share what I write with you. I'd love to read what you think of this story. Thank you.



How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 03



Jinx stretched lazily, luxuriating in the tingles of utter satisfaction that ran up from the soles of her feet to her scalp and down again. She felt blessed coolness on her naked body, a counterpoint to the warm, solid arms hugging her waist and the hands cupping her breasts as she reached full consciousness. 

Those hands tightened over the bounty they seemed reluctant to release, even in sleep, and she burrowed back against the very male body to which they belonged. She felt so feminine lying against this very male body. She was taller than average at 5'9" and, while that kind of height was par for the course for a model, she couldn't help feeling awkward around most Filipinos who were shorter than she was (which was a pretty common occurrence). It's good to feel like I fit perfectly, for once.

It was dark out, a gibbous moon dominating the skyscape outside the plate-glass window Jinx was looking out of, the lights of three cities twinkling like a display of multi-colored gems set against deep black velvet.

"Hmmmmmm," Cocoy murmured sleepily against Jinx's nape, triggering pleased shivers from her. "Hold still, gorgeous, I like the way you fit against me."

"That tickles!" Jinx squealed as Cocoy woke up completely and nuzzled her nape with his nose and lips. Cocoy smiled against the juncture of Jinx's shoulder and neck and made a few lazy licks that made her writhe even more frantically in an effort to get away, her breathless laughter precluding any coherent speech. 

His arms remained wrapped firmly around her waist as he thrust his revived erection against the cleft between her buttock cheeks.

"Even your laughter is sexy, Jinx," Cocoy said softly as he took mercy on her and stopped tickling her, choosing instead to rub his legs over and between hers in sinuous motions that had her libido waking up and paying attention, too. "Especially when you wiggle against me like that."

"You two can save that for later, and not leave me out, mind you both," Kidlat said as he padded into the bedroom on bare feet. "It was hard enough putting you both to bed. Since you're up, dinner's on the table."

***

Jinx and Cocoy exited the bedroom. He in his red silk boxer shorts and she in a soft black t-shirt borrowed from Kidlat. They both sniffed the good kitchen smells with appreciation and anticipation and smiled happily when they saw the beautifully-set table before them: A steaming meat and vegetable soup was wafting up a mouth-watering aroma from a smoke-gray cut crystal tureen and three place settings were laid out—woven bamboo placemants bore beautiful, black octagonal plates which set off generous cut crystal bowls that matched the tureen. 

Silverware that looked to be well-loved heirloom antiques flanked the plates. Curvy clear glass pitchers held cold, freshly-squeezed kalamansi and apple juice, as well as ice water. Each of the three place settings had origami swan-folded black napkins on the side, as well as an octagonal highball glass and a long-stemmed cut crystal goblet that sparkled in the cool light of the dining room lamps. A lacquered black and red bowl by the tureen held piping hot brown upland rice.

"I hope you like pork sinigang," Kidlat said as casually as he could. "Because I'm too damn hungry to cook another option. There's pineapple pie for later."

For some reason, Kidlat wanted to impress these two with his kitchen skills—but he wasn't quite that ready to explore the why of it. But, hey, the kitchen is my turf. Not even Buhawi can outdo me here. Hell, if I didn't have to work on the family bank's internal communications, I'd have my own restaurant.

The trio ate in silence, enjoying the sour tamarind broth mildly spiced with long, green Tagalog chilies and the meltingly tender pork chunks that added richness to the broth. The swamp cabbage leaves and shoots and the perfectly thin slices of native white radish rounded out what was a beautifully done sinigang.

They dipped the pork chunks in little bowls of fish sauce spiced with potent little bird's eye chilies and fresh lime juice before scooping them onto steaming hot brown rice, then washing each mouthful down with spoonfuls of the soup.

"Mmmmph," Jinx said, turning worshipful eyes to Kidlat. "This is, bar none, the best sinigang I have ever eaten in my life." 

"And I can't wait to taste that pineapple pie," Cocoy said, his eyes, too, fixed on Kidlat in something that resembled adoration. "Sinigang is my favorite dish and pineapple is my favorite fruit. You're about to become my favorite guy, Kid."

Kidlat couldn't keep the blush from his cheeks. The praise felt so very good indeed, but he wasn't used to this, even if he'd slaved two sweaty hours over the food he'd prepared, working his perfectly flaky, buttery pie crust dough from scratch and peeling that damned pineapple (ouch, because it was pretty well armored and he'd cut himself on the sharp leaves at some point). "Well, then you don't need to wait too long. Let me get that pie." So he just got up from the polished glass and steel dining table to do that.

The pie, still warm from the oven, did not have a chance to cool. Cocoy ate half of it, scarfing it down like it would walk off his dessert plate if he didn't. Jinx savored her fourth of the pastry, making the sexiest sounds of pleasure after each bite. 

Now that's as a good reason as any to be barefoot in the kitchen, Kidlat thought, watching his two new lovers enjoy the food he'd prepared just for them. Bathala, what is it about them that's making me act like a bird feathering its nest, anyway?

"Since you cooked, I'm doing KP duty," Jinx said as she cleared the table. "It's the least I can do for someone who has gotten me closer to a food coma than I've ever come."

"I'll make us coffee," Cocoy volunteered. "I know how to work that coffee machine over there and we do still need to talk, so let's have a bit of a pick me up so we don't to the eat and fall asleep thing." 

***

Settling in the living room, with coffee Kidlat had laced generously with some fine Irish whiskey, the trio took up where they were supposed to have begun in the first place.

"So," Jinx said with a grin as she sat cross-legged on the cool tile of the floor and cradled her mug of spiked coffee. "Why did you ask us to come over? Besides the fantastic sex, of course."

"When I met Cocoy at Pepe's Pole, I had been wishing for a Bayot of my own," Kidlat began after taking a long drink of his coffee. "I saw him there, sitting like sex on a bar stool and felt more drawn to him than I'd ever felt drawn to anyone in my life. I was fine with that and I went for it. Then you got thrown our way," he turned his dark eyes to Jinx, "and, for the first time in my life, I was just as drawn to a woman. I wanted to see where this would take us and why this attraction between us is so strong."

Jinx and Cocoy looked at each other, then at Kidlat, and Jinx set her mug on a low coffee table by the sectional sofa and held her hands out to both men, who each clasped her hands in their own.

"I was just there to shoot the breeze," Cocoy said. "I was about to launch my indie music label, Lintik Records. So I went to Pepe's Pole to relax, enjoy a naughty show, maybe find someone who was game for a night of sex magic. Not literally magic, but maybe a good banging or two. Not that we got any from each other last night, but I've no complaints now. Then things went so well at the launch earlier today—too well, in fact—that I had to escape from the madding crowd. Thank goodness I've got really good PR people who managed to restore order and get the news of the launch out without me. Then you called me a Bayot. Don't get me wrong, I like what we've done with each other so far, but I'd love to find an explanation for the strange things that happened today."

"Me, too," Jinx said, her voice getting pitchy with agitation. "I was having breakfast when I got all 'the future's so bright, I have to wear shades.' You both blow my mind, but I need to know why you called me a 'changeling,' Kidlat, and what the hell that is."

"I'm just going to spit it out plain," Kidlat replied to his lovers, figuring that the fastest route between points A and B was a straight line. "I'm a Tikbalang." 

Kidlat let Jinx's hand go, stripped off his pyjamas and rose to his full height. "You're a Diwata changeling," he waved a hand toward Jinx, "and you are a Bayot, but I don't think you know that yet," he nodded toward Cocoy, his eyes pleading for understanding from both of them before he stripped his PJ bottoms off. The rippling of Kidlat's muscles drew Cocoy and Jinx's gazes down his defined eight-pack and lower. 

"I'll show you I'm not lying. My eyes are up here, people," he admonished his lovers softly as he pointed to his face, then allowed his body to take its Tikbalang form. 

Kidlat's beautifully-shaped, size 13 feet compressed into shiny black, unshod hooves. A glossy and soft roan pelt shot through with subtle black dappling grew over his skin. A long, wavy tail of dark brown horsehair shot through with red streaks flowed out over his tight, rounded butt and his head morphed into a warhorse's head, complete with a wavy mane that matched his tail.

Three golden hairs gleamed in the soft glow of the living room's recessed lighting: One atop the neat thatch of pubic hair at Kidlat's crotch between his tarugo and the stark black happy trail marking the midline between navel and groin, another in his tail and one near the crown of his hairline.

He held his arms out to his sides, palms facing Cocoy and Jinx, his dark brown eyes fixed on them both in a silent appeal as he sent up the most heartfelt prayer he'd ever made: Godmother Indianale, if I ever did anything good, please let its reward manifest now. Please, please don't let them be disgusted with me. I don't think I could take that. Please, let this be good for all of us.

Cocoy downed the contents of his almost full mug of coffee in one long set of steady swallows, his eyes focused on the Tikbalang in front of him. Jinx nearly sputtered the coffee she was trying to swallow all over the tile floor, then choked as she swallowed it down as Cocoy rubbed a gentle hand between her shoulderblades. 

Kidlat changed back to his human shape and returned to his seat on the sofa, his head bowed and his hands clasped loosely and hanging between his knees.

"So I can tame you?" Cocoy's words were warm, inviting and sensual and they made Kidlat bring up his head in pleased surprise. "Because I see you still have all three golden hairs." Ice broken, the three began to laugh, as much in relief as at Cocoy's audacity and the priceless expression on Kidlat's handsome face.

"So, if Cocoy gets the golden hairs, what's in it for me, o great Tikbalang?" Jinx managed to get a bit of a sigh and a bit of a joke into her mischievous tone as she gave Kidlat a wide, sexy wink. "I'm hoping for a good ride or two—if you know what I mean."

"You get both of us, changeling girl," Kidlat said as he reached over to scoop Jinx up off the floor and lay her on his lap. Cocoy scooted closer, wrapping his arms around Kidlat and Jinx, kissing Kidlat's neck as Kidlat snogged Jinx breathless. "And, yes, you will get to ride me as much as you want."

"Hey, I'd love to have her ride me, too." Cocoy waggled his brows at Jinx, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I'd be happy to have any reason at all to hang on for dear life to those wonderful, tasty tits. Come to think of it, I'll even let you ride me," he said in an aside to Kidlat, "so long as I get to ride her while you do. The possibilities are great and infinite."

"By Bathala's breath I thought you were both going to walk out of here just now," Kidlat said on a relieved sigh before leaning back to kiss Cocoy and give him a one-armed hug. 

"Now, why would I do that when I stand to get a better deal by staying here?" Cocoy's question was smooth as satin against Kidlat's cheek. "It must be a midnight sale in heaven. I got the best buy-one-take-one bargain. Besides, I haven't had enough of either of you and that's way stronger than how strange I find all of this."

Cocoy pulled Jinx into his lap and Kidlat's. Both men were stroking her bare legs and shirt-covered belly and back gently as they took turns kissing her senseless. OhMyGod, they taste so good. Jinx's world was spinning. Their fingers are so close to my... oh, my. And my... But, wait, there's more to talk about. Must pause this.

"Yes, yes," Jinx interjected as she levered herself slightly back from the men so she could speak as she pushed her lusty thoughts aside for the moment. "But can you tell us why you call Cocoy a Bayot and why you think I'm a Diwata changeling? Don't think I won't have my answers, despite all your hotness and drool-worthiness. But, no, I'm not leaving, either. How can I when you both look at me like I'm a goddess?"

"I'll do you one better, my gorgeous one," Kidlat said, not wanting to rock the boat by telling Jinx that she is a goddess, one who needs to upgrade her mortal shell into the divine version. "I'll show you both what I mean. My mother has been collecting what written records she could of what the Taga-Lupa may have on those of us from the Other World that they have seen." 

Kidlat pointed his lips toward an intricately-carved trunk made of molave wood before moving to open it, exposing rolled vellum scrolls and leatherbound journals. "She made it possible for all of us, her kids, to access those records. If you can read the writings in there, then you'll have the information you need—because those would be the texts that apply to our situation as a whole." 

***

"So, this is telling me I need to conduct certain, ah, rituals, in order to fully become a Bayot? And I have to dress in women's clothing while I'm at it? I may swing both ways, dude, and I may enjoy playing rough and dominant on occasion, but I know which side of the wardrobe divide I prefer—and that's the masculine one." 

The distaste was clear in Cocoy's voice, as he shook his head, his eyes wide as he again perused the illustrations on of the vellum scrolls that detailed in separate panels the process of transformation a Bayot must undergo when taming a Tikbalang and ascending to his power.

"Think of it as taking the good with the bad," Kidlat said, patting one of Cocoy's beautifully muscled forearms. "It's a means to an end and, at least, it involves quite a bit of pleasure for all of us."

"But these scrolls only show two people doing these rituals," Jinx spoke slowly, carefully, her eyes going from Cocoy to Kidlat. "They're not made for three."

"No, they're not, but there are other texts there we will need to read, cross-reference to the ones we've already looked at," Kidlat said just as carefully, looking at each of his lovers' faces to be sure he was getting through to them clearly. "We cannot leave you like this, on the cusp of fully becoming the Diwata you are. Those texts also detail processes for only two people, at the most."

"So we're going to have to wing it?" Cocoy's doubts were apparent in the sharpness of his cultured, deliberately modulated voice now. "Or blend rituals? That sounds like it has as much chance of blowing up in our faces as it may succeed."

"But, which should we do first?" Jinx's agitation came shining through—her eyes, mouth, fingertips, across her skin—as white light began flaring ouward from her like an expanding aura. Kidlat gripped both her wrists and pulled them off the leather-bound book she was holding before the heat from her burned it.

"Perhaps we'd better get your change done first," Cocoy spoke with a raised eyebrow. "We can't have you burning things without warning. It says here," he added, reading the text etched on a large, well-preserved anahaw leaf he'd unfolded "that once a changeling Diwata begins to manifest the natural force that is hers to control, she must find her path, her guardian and her true nature. She needs to gain control over that which is hers alone to command."

"'Find her path'? There's a map for this, I hope?" Jinx laid her hands on the tile beside her legs, hoping its coolness would contain the heat she could feel coursing though her, under her skin and in every vein like molten lava.

"Well, that's where I come in, I guess," Kidlat was rummaging through the contents of the molave trunk as he spoke, his calm tone belying the speed with which he was sorting through the documents. "Tikbalang are supposed to be pathfinders. We're the ones who are supposed to create ways and means of getting things done, as well as routes that will help us reach our destinations when we need to be there."

The three continued to rifle through the contents of the intricately-carved trunk, none of them noticing that some of the carvings on the upended lid had begun to glow as a coating of pure yellow gold rendered three images distinctly: A Tikbalang pointing to a nearly-hidden track into a rainforest, a carving that was clearly a man dressed in the gathered bark-cloth skirt of a Babaylan and wearing a definitely feminine headdress of beads and feathers, and a nymph-like figure standing at the foot of a volcano, her long hair seeming to be part of the lava flowing down the volcano's slopes.

***

"I found this translation of a text by a Fray Domenico Juan Santiago that you may find interesting," Cocoy said, excitement ringing loud and clear in his words and tone. "It says here that the religious who arrived in the archipelago were shocked to find that the natives of the Islas de los Pintados thought nothing of fornicating with one another in rituals for fertility and to honor their ancestors and pantheon of gods and goddesses. Let me read it to you guys."

Translation of the ledger of Fray Domenico Juan, on the sexual perversions of the natives, with annotations, by Dr. Isabelo Reyes, professor of anthropology, University of Sto. Tomas (July 14, 1963):

"... it is interesting to note that the Spanish friars who came upon the isles we now call the Visayas initially called it the Isles of the Painted Ones or Islas de los Pintados before renaming that area Islas de los Ladrones or Isles of Thieves. However, Fray Domenico Juan, OP, and a member of the third expedition to these isles delved a deeper than tattoos and petty thefts. He looked into the sexual behavior and pagan rituals practiced by the natives themselves and the reasons given for these. Fray Domenico had immersed himself in the culture and language of the people he studied and here is the translation of the observations he recorded in a total of sixteen (16) ledgers."

Translation, Ledger 1

"While those of us who fear and obey the strictures of the Holy Mother Church and the One True God without question, the natives of these islands have not quite embraced our enlightened path yet. The rest of my comrades on this mission of salvation and mercy are working on that as I write this. It has been given to me as duty to learn the languages and customs of these savages. All the better to understand how to bring them to our wise and merciful Lord and the ways of his Son, Christ Jesus.

"I have been here three months and found that the best way to gain fluency in the tongues of these natives is to speak to them in their languages exclusively. I find that these people are good of heart and are generous with their food and space in their huts as they are with their bodies when the fishers come home, nets heavy with the bounty of the waters that surround us. They strip down to almost nothing but strips of beaten bark or loom-woven cloth to preserve their private areas from total indecency. They dance to songs praising their god of the sea, singing their joy to the EarthMother to whom they return and the SkyFather who guides their little [outriggers] home. They weep to the deities of the dead and of passage into the afterlife asking for clemency for the souls of those who have been taken as a toll for the bounty of each catch brought safely home.




How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 03



"I have seen much public lasciviousness at these fiestas. Apparently the joy of a risk taken and overcome, as well as the loss of souls at sea, drives these people into sexual frenzy. I have seen women bare their breasts to the suckling of two men, and I have witnessed women taking turns suckling men's genitals while they are penetrated from behind. I have seen men penetrate and suckle each other. Mercifully enough, no children are present at such revels, for the elderly take over watching the young ones and keeping them indoors. These children may yet be saved before they face perdition for the sins of carnality mark their souls, if my brethren work quickly enough.

"These people know not the concept of bastardy. All the children are the children of the community. I commend such charity that makes all the villagers treat each child with exquisite care and kindness, but I do find myself praying for God's forgiveness upon them, for they know not the sins of coupling outside of the sacrament of holy matrimony.

"Yet these same people act not like the fallen women or effete men who sell their sexual services for coin. They are joyful, almost innocent people regardless of age."

Translation, Ledger 6

"...I have come across a wise woman, called here a Babaylan, who has gained some rudimentary grasp of Spanish. That, combined with what I have learned of her language, Sibuhano [now called Cebuano, Reyes], we have managed to exchange stories.

"Alitana, the healer, said there are supernatural beings known as Diwata, goddesses of their mountains, who protect them and come to their aid in times of need. Many of her stories about these creatures are fascinating, but the most riveting of the tales deals with what we know in Europe as changelings.

"The changeling is a Diwata infant who, it is said, is born of the very mountain she is tied to. Thus do the mountains gain their names from the Diwata found at its foot. The adult Diwata destined to find and ensure the safety of a Diwata child does her duty by exchanging this supernatural infant with a girl-child of the same age whilst a family sleeps. She then enchants the family to accept the changeling without question, though the child looks nothing at all like the rest of her new kin.

"Once the Diwata has grown to adulthood, she will shed her mortal body, which her divine guardian had enspelled with a 'human skin' to keep her from harming the family in which she was placed. The human changeling will then be brought back to her family, again, under cover of night, and the young Diwata swapped for her and magic again used to make the exchange seamless, as if the original human offspring had lived all her life with her family.

"The young Diwata will need to catalyze her change, the healer told me, by seeking out the strongest male she can find in either the realm of the supernatural or in the world of mortals. Then she must couple with him, to absorb the male energy that will help her contain her divine power and gain control over it. Her guardian Diwata will help her with this by bringing her to the man she needs. In cases where the young Diwata is very powerful, she may need more than one man and may need to engage in more than the normal range of coital positons, my friend the healer told me.

"She will need to be exhausted often to keep her power contained until she can control them without thought, the Babaylan told me. This Diwata is a beautiful creature, without doubt, exquisite in the extreme, but her powers are of the elements and, without control, she will become a calamitous force of desolation."

***

"That reminds me of what happened when I first tried to scry the pathways we need," Kidlat snapped his fingers as he experienced his eureka moment. "The Ibong Adarna made a cameo appearance and sang about seeking Sinukuan—I presume we should seek Maria Sinukuan."

"Maria Sinukuan as in the Diwata of Mt. Arayat in Pampanga, Central Luzon?" Cocoy asked, his eyes filled with doubt and his full mouth set in a pout. "If you follow the legend, she has taken her leave of the Taga-Lupa who abused her generosity and will not leave the most inaccessible part of her mountain."

"Well, we're going to have to try, aren't we?" Kidlat countered with both eyebrows raised. "But we need to help Jinx get herself under control while we search for Sinukuan."

Both men turned to Jinx with tense anticipation in every line of their limbs, their fingers trailing over her forearms and thighs, lighting hot streaks of desire over her borrowed shirt and under it, teasing her, promising her satisfaction.

Jinx shook her head, bit the inside of her cheek and sent both men hot looks that raked over their bare chests, arms and legs like physical hands before she admonished them to return to the task at hand. "I'm going to need to know more about what we have to do before we begin the process, gentlemen."

It was only when dawn began to lighten the edges of night that the three finally stopped rummaging and reading. Some of the drawings and illustrated text that they'd found was definitely highly-sexual in nature and if the trio had been horny when they'd started searching for their path, they were definitely in need of sweet relief now.

"Do you think we can do this?" Jinx asked, holding up one very detailed, almost life-like sketch on delicate paper browned by age that showed a woman clad in what looked like gossamer and stars. 

The woman's long hair was spangled with what looked like sparks and she had rays coming our of her eyes as she knelt between the spread legs of a beautifully-made man reclining back against a bower woven of flowering vines. The man's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed tight. Probably because the kneeling woman was fellating him with one hand on his chest, pinching a nipple, and the other was wrapped around the root of his erection. Her nipples were clearly drawn, as was the rest of her, and those babies were at full attention.

"I think that is as good a place as any to start," Cocoy purred as he drew Jinx to her knees on the sofa and did the same with Kidlat. "I can get creative, since a very powerful Diwata may need more than one man to keep her in line, hmmmm?"

Cocoy motioned for them to stay put while he made a quick foray into Kidlat's bedroom before emerging in his birthday suit, with a condom on his cock and another in hand. 

He leaned down and kissed Kidlat when he returned to the sofa, one hand going to the shadowed cleft between Kidlat's butt cheeks, pressing and exploring as Kidlat's gasps filled his mouth. 

"Have you ever had a man in you, Kidlat?" 

"Yes. Did you bring lubricant or do I need to get mine?"

"I've got lube," Cocoy replied as he gently pushed the nozzle of the lube tube against Kidlat's pucker and squeezed a generous dollop and spread it around with frisky fingers. 

"You can ride me. Both of you, while Jinx sucks that gorgeous cock." 

Cocoy kissed Jinx as he lubricated his hard-on, and, with his free hand, brought one of Kidlat's hands to her breasts. They massaged her with increasing pressure until her groans spilled out. "I will be busy with both of you, so you're going to be in charge of Jinx's lovely tits, Kidlat. Take good care of them."

Cocoy pulled on a packed of wet wipes he'd tossed on the sofa earlier and used a wet tissue to wipe his fingers clean. Then he lay supine on the couch under both of his lovers and between their legs: His head directly under Jinx's mons and his cock pointing to the slick, shadowed cleft between Kidlat's butt cheeks and pulled Jinx down to his mouth and seeking tongue.

Kidlat gripped Cocoy's sheathed tarugo, pumping it slowly as he impaled himself slowly upon it, moving steadily until Cocoy's impressive lengs and girth were fully seated in Kidlat. Both men were hissing their pleasure and Cocoy started off by inserting two fingers into Jinx's hot box, scissoring them as they sank into her silken tightness. Her frantic fingers caught on Cocoy's nipples, making him arch his back and push hard against Kidlat, who wrapped one hand aroud Jinx's nape.

"Lick me, sweetheart," Kidlat begged Jinx as he looked down at her upturned face, "suck me." He rocked on Cocoy just as Cocoy spread Jinx open and gave her a series of long, languorous licks from the glans of her clit to her perineum and back again."

Jinx obliged, her little mewls of pleasure and low moans syncopating her suckling and the slow undulation of her hips as she found the rhythm that led them all in a slow, rollicking dance for three.

God, Kidlat feels so tight, so good squeezing me. Cocoy bucked his hips harder against Kidlat, reveling in the steady stream of dirty talk, hisses and gasps the man above him was spouting. 

He could feel Kidlat's hands moving over Jinx's breasts against the sensitive flesh of his belly, hear the muffled screams of their woman as he increased the pace of his tongue-fucking and bringing his slick fingers into play against the pucker of her tight little asshole, letting just the tip of his middle finger in as he began sucking at her stiff clit, his free arm wrapped about her waist to hold her steady.

Kidlat looked down Jinx's smooth, light caramel skin as he pumped back and forth between his lovers, lights chasing sparks behind his eyeballs as he felt his balls draw up tight.

"Fuck, I'm just about ready to go off like a Lolo Thunder, Jinx," Kidlat rasped out as he felt Cocoy's cock swell inside him. "I'd love it if you swallowed my come, but you don't have to. Fuck, you're sucking me so sweetly. Ahhhh..."

Jinx looked up at him, her light eyes glazed with pleasure as she answered his warning by sucking harder and taking him down to her throat as best she could, swallowing to control her gag reflex.

Susmarya and all the saints, Jinx thought as she caught a glimpse of their reflection in the plate glass window, this is beautiful. It feels so right. She looked back up at Kidlat as Cocoy inserted his forefinger into her puki and began fucking both her holes hard as he licked and sucked her clit, his moans vibrating against her and bringing her even closer to orgasm, sweet orgasm.

Both men came, bucking like mad, and Jinx went into a series of climaxes that built to the ultimate crescendo as she swallowed as much of Kidlat's tamod as she could before she raised her head to holler her pleasure into the bright early morning light.

That should hold me for a while, she thought as she collapsed onto Cocoy's chest, gasping for breath. I hope.

The two men caught their breath nd gently moved Jinx so she lay in their laps as they kissed. 

"You're right," Kidlat said to Cocoy once he could breath properly again. "She tastes wonderful. But I like her best flavored with Cocoy."

The men grinned at each other before Kidlat carried Jinx to his bedroom and Cocoy went to the bathroom for wet washcloths they used to cleanse the sweat from their Diwata changeling. Cocoy leaned down to kiss the still-dazed woman soundly.

"Mmmm. Kidlat tastes so good, especially with a generous helping of Jinx," he murmured licking a stray drop of Kidlat's come from the corner of her lip. "Now, let's hit the showers and get a nap, shall we?" He turned to Kidlat with this invitation as Jinx slipped into sleep. "I love Sunday mornings."



How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 04



Well, I finally got this chapter done as I wanted it to come out. Twenty-third is the charm in this case.

I do hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I liked writing it, OC tendendies aside. The best things are often difficult to obtain, and so was it with this chapter. Yes, the Diwata is hot in more ways than the obvious, at least in my version of her.

Working on Chapter 5 later, when I've had me some much needed sleep.

I think, at this point, we need to define the Diwatas and their mountains. So I hope I did them justice here. :)

*****

The nap refreshed Jinx and, when she woke up to Cocoy wrapped around her like the banana leaf wrapper on a suman rice cake and Kidlat's face tucked into the hollow of her throat where her hands held him, she was more than ready to tackle the reality of her being a Diwata. Imagine that. A Diwata. Wow. Okay, so maybe she wasn't quite ready for it. She did, however, need to face it.

This was definitely a good time to wake up between two people who were on her side. Especially with this huge thing to wrap her head around. In the five years she'd been without her family, Jinx had found it hard to cope with all the things she'd suddenly had to do alone. It was like she'd never existed in the hearts and minds of her parents, or her brothers and sisters. As if she'd been forgotten.

Oh, she made up so many stories for the why of it. They were busy getting settled in their new home. Her two younger brothers and three sisters were all still in school, after all, and she'd just been handed the reins of the family farm, so she was busy, too. That reason lasted all of a year. Then the first Christmas without them and she didn't even get an email. Not even a card. Hell, not even a tag on her youngest sister's family photo on Facebook with a cheery "Merry Christmas!" splashed across it. And she only saw this through family friends who were her Facebook friends.

On the second year, she excused them with another story, and on and on until five years had come and gone. She kept herself busy with business, with events and parties, with other friends who remembered her, and soldiered on, having faith that her family had all the best reasons in the world for being so distant.

Now she couldn't avoid the truth staring her in the face. She was not part of what used to be her family. She was not one of them. Oh, it had been physically apparent from her infancy: Her features were very different from theirs. Her face was all model bone-structure where theirs was soft and round, like the well-fed people they were. Her body tended to be lean and muscular, rangy and tall where theirs was the lot of those with dominant Indon genetics, to be petite and slightly stocky. Her eyes tilted up sharply at the outside corners where her family's were round and slightly goggled out. She walked with light, lithe grace, they with certain, firm purpose.

I guess I need to stop thinking of them as my family for real now. Jinx fought the sadness welling up in her chest and closed her eyes. Kind of like the Battling Bastards of Bataan, then: No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam. She tried to chuckle, but a sob came out instead. She snuggled back against Cocoy's body and thrust her fingers through Kidlat's curlylocks. At least I have them. For now. For now is better than nothing.

***

Cocoy was walking through dense triple canopy in a bark skirt, his feet bare on the soft leaves and humus of the path he trod with careful steps. It is here, I just know it. Just past that huge balete tree, perhaps even behind it. He pushed the beads and feathers of a headdress out of his eyes. WTF, a headdress? A woman's headdress? Seriously? A skirt? What's with the cross-dressing? Why am I cross-dressed? 

He paused for a while, leaning on the rattan walking stick in his hand, the one decorated with pure black chicken feathers, multi-colored stone and seed beads and leather strips to protect the hand gripping it.

I have to find it. The ritual jar. I have to bring it back for Jinx. But where is it? The path vanished from beneath Cocoy's feet. The trees became a solid wall. The balete he was looking at, so distinct just moment before, faded into a copse of other balete and rubber trees.

He tripped over something solid, something that totally wrecked the toe he'd stubbed against it and he looked down, curses at the ready on his lips. It was a squat, unglazed clay pot, its shape reminiscent of a Catholic censer pot, its wide rim emblazoned with black squiggles of Baybayin and another script that could have been even older than the recognizable writing of his ancients.

Cocoy knelt and reached out with his free hand to touch the pot. Is this the ritual jar? This squat, ugly thing is a ritual jar? I can't believe they put the petitions for the gods in this.

Yet so many things that carry power look deceptively ordinary, he reminded himself. So many things that one would miss in one's search for the remarkable are, in fact, magical. 

So he touched the pot-bellied jar, so similar yet so different from the ordinary cooking palayok of yesteryear. He grasped it from bottom to just under its lip with his hand and felt a surge of divine power throb through the clay and up his fingers, course through vein and nerve and over his skin until his body hummed like a too-tight guitar string plucked by a tone deaf player.

Holding the pot securely in hand, he reached for the opening of the bag of red and black tubao fabric and fine abaca weaving slung across his body. Then he looked around for a way out.

Ye gods, I could use a Tikbalang just about now, Cocoy thought in dismay as he found that there was no longer any forest around him, nor ground beneath his feet. 

He was in a void, where nothing but blackness and stars glistened coldly in a swath his eyes could not penetrate. Crapola. The headdress' feathers and beads fell into his face again and Cocoy blew hard to shoo the offending objects away from his line of sight, his mind working furiously hard on the problem of how the heck to get back to Jinx and Kidlat. Kidlat, you have to find me, dude. You have to. Freaking out now. Quietly, internally melting down now. 

***

Kidlat's body twitched in sleep and Jinx watched him clench and unclench his quadriceps and triceps, his biceps and the muscles running from the small of his back to his deltoids. I wonder what dreams come to sleeping Tikbalangs, she thought on a smile, holding her self-pitying tears back with a bit of humor. She brushed a curl that strayed to Kidlat's forehead and he frowned.

Where on this gods-forsaken plane is Cocoy? Kidlat could feel the thunder under his hooves as he galloped in full roan warhorse form across the strange, changing forest with its precarious dips and rises. The terrain was rough, unfamiliar and totally hostile to him. 

He slowed to a stop at the foot of a hillock of bare earth and called softly out to the Nuno within. "I need help, friend Nuno, I ask of you a boon." If his Inay had it right, the earth-dwelling Nuno would know how to find any being that touched the ground. Cocoy had feet. He was probably touching the ground right now.

Out came the Nuno, from the top of his punso. He folded his long angular, earth-brown body into an open-legged squat upon the hillock peak and looked down at the Tikbalang prince. "What help is it you need, Son of Ulap? What boon do you offer in exchange for the one you seek of me?" His catlike eyes glowed hot and icy, unearthly blue on green as he uttered his questions with deliberate caution. The Nuno cupped his pointy chin in a long, leathery hand as he awaited Kidlat's answer.

"I seek the whereabouts of a Bayot," Kidlat said simply, keeping his eyes level with the Nuno's chest as was proper. "I can sense him close by, yet I cannot see him. I offer a boon of service to you, to be fulfilled after I find the Bayot I seek."

"Ah, yes, the boon of service. I accept this, then. Know I will summon you when the time comes." The Nuno raised a long index finger and wagged it from side to side. His narrow face was intent, his wide, thick lips pursed sternly and his pointy chin jutted out in slight challenge. "Know that I, Bagtas, will have my due when I call you."

"Within the laws of the Tikbalang, honored Bagtas. Within the laws of Lupa and this world. Within my capabilities and as the SkyFather and EarthMother permit, yes, I will give you my service for a task that is important to you. This is my word and I give it freely." Kidlat answered with measured words. He remembered his father cautioning him to be mindful of each word spoken before and to a Nuno, for they were wont to hold people to the exact words they spoke, intents and all.

"Then I will tell you this," the Nuno said as he laid a hand on his bare chest. "You need to look with more than your eyes. The Bayot seeks a precious thing, something that once was common and is now rare. He will find it and be lost. He will be lost forever unless you can find him with your eyes closed. You must find him not in this form, but in your most vulnerable form. Then you will find him and bring him home to Lupa."

With that, the Nuno bowed his head and arose just long enough to re-enter his punso, leaving a disgruntled Kidlat hanging his head.

"Anak ng patola naman," Kidlat uttered, (despite the fact that the fruiting vine that bore such gourds could not possibly bear progeny as sentient beings define the term). "I can't believe I have to do this buck-naked. Fuckitall."

The Tikbalang willed himself back into his human form and closed his eyes. "Here's hoping this works," he muttered to himself as he tried not to feel the soft, cool wind on his gonads and sex. Focus on Cocoy, you jackass, not your cooling family jewels. He called the image of Cocoy's face to mind and let the energies of his Bayot guide him.

When he felt the slightest tug, almost like a whispered "where the shit am I?" query in Cocoy's panicked voice, he followed it, his eyes still shut as he let his feet and his innately phenomenal sense of direction guide him. No distractions, Kidlat. Just follow the pull. So he did just that, walking in measured steps for what felt like forever until he heard Cocoy calling his name like a mantra in that gorgeous baritone voice of his.

He found Cocoy crouched into a ball, his toes clenching and unclenching as if he were seeking ground to anchor himself to. Mindful of the Bayot, the Tikbalang spoke softly before touching his shoulder.

"Cocoy, you called me," Kidlat said. "I'm here."

"Holyfuckingshit!" Cocoy gasped in a rush, as if he'd been holding his breath way too long. "Thank goodness you're there. Where in the world are we and can you take this craptastic feather and bead beanie off me? As if being lost wasn't bad enough, I had to get lost in this and a fucking tapis skirt. Dammit. It's enough to make a grown man cry."

Kidlat shook his head, trying not to laugh out loud in relief. Trying not to cry because he did not understand what the hell this dreamwalk was all about. 

"Just hold still. I'm bringing us out of this dreamwalk, okay, buddy?" The Tikbalang kept his voice as even as he could, trying to sound like this was no big deal. At all. Hopefully, he was succeeding.

Cocoy shut his eyes and kept them shut as Kidlat embraced him fully and began a low chant that, if he ever got back to the real world would become a song. Because, yeah, that was comforting in all this strangeness, dammit.

***

Both Cocoy and Kidlat awoke with a start, as if they'd been dreaming they had fallen suddenly and alarmingly from a great height and landed on the bed with a thud. They both sat bolt upright on either side of Jinx, who was slower to rise. 

Kidlat's forehead clipped Jinx's chin and Jinx laid her hands on their chests as gently as she could while evading Kidlat's head and trying not to knock her noggin on Cocoy's face.

"Oh, hey, boys," Jinx said with concern threading through her softly-spoken words and a furrow bringing her arched eyebrows together. "That was just a dream."

Cocoy's hand shot to the top of his head, searching for something just before he sighed and fell back against the heap of pillows that had been their bodies' nest.

"Thank goodness that beanie isn't real," Cocoy said with relief. "It was just a dream."

"Not just a dream, Cocoy," Kidlat countered as evenly as he could while he took Jinx into a hug, perched his chin on her bare shoulder and leaned toward his other lover. "It was a dreamwalk. What were you thinking as you fell asleep? You have to know that Babaylan and Bayot dream true when they manifest what they want before falling asleep. We damn nearly lost you in that dream."

"Hey, I'm new to all this, Kid," Cocoy took hold of the anger that did not fade with wakefulness and which lent sarcastic sharpness to his words. "I have about zero knowledge of what the pagan priests and priestesses of old did, okay? I was raised Catholic."

"Well now you know. So deal with it." Kidlat's words were no less cutting, his earlier panic also flowing out into the words he spoke as his eyes flashed dark sparks at the man he'd so recently ridden to a screaming orgasm.

Putting her hands and body between the two males, Jinx felt an inexplicable surge of heat—not the sexual kind, rats—rise up like billowing steam and hot ash through her body. "You will both stop arguing or I will knock your heads together."

Jinx's voice came out in multiple tones—mezzo, alto and contralto—like several people were all speaking the same words in a synchronized speech choir kind of way. Her skin began to glow again and the bedding began to smoke under her splendidly rounded hindquarters.

Thinking quickly, Kidlat scooped Jinx up and set her on her feet on the cool terracotta tile beside the bed before her body's rapidly-rising temperature flayed the hide from his flesh. 

"Speak to me, Cocoy," Jinx demanded as she glowed anew with intense white light pouring out of her mouth, eyes and ears. "Answer Kidlat's question before I lose patience with you both."

Cocoy's mouth worked open and closed repeatedly, but no words came out. He cleared his throat, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he found the words to answer his lovers.

"Okay, I was dreaming," he started, giving both the changeling and the Tikbalang the details he remembered of the dream. "But it was a dream, okay? We all know dreams can be strange, but that they really aren't anything to worry or get upset about. I was thinking of a ritual jar before I fell asleep. About how great it would be to have a direct line to the heavens. How much it would help you, Jinx."

Jinx nodded at Cocoy's words, then threw her head back. "I could use a ritual jar. If only to ask what the hell to do with this... this whaever it is I am going through." 

Her eyes began to roll back into her head as her knees gave way. Kidlat caught her, but grimaced in pain as the heat of her skin began to burn his. Thank goodness Tikablang heal quickly, he thought as he bore the pain of the burns on his flesh. All I need is to get these in cool water and I'll be fine.

The tile beneath Jinx began to warp and crack from the heat of her feet and Kidlat cast a worried look at Cocoy. "We need to get her into the shower or bathtub, 'Coy. Move. Now."

***

Jinx did not recall losing consciousness. She did remember almost setting the bed on fire. With her molten ass. And being pissed that Cocoy and Kidlat were venting spleen on each other just before her body began to heat up all over again, worse than the last two 'hot zone' episodes. 

She remembered Cocoy's story about the dream and what he'd been thinking just before it. She remembered the sensation of being on fire from the inside out, intense fire, like that massive wave of of pyroclastic ash that swept down the flanks of Mt. Pinatubo on June 15, 1991, vaporizing everything in its path.

Funny how that's the exact date of my birthday, too, she thought to herself in a non sequitur to the monsoon-like dousing she was getting from several showerheads as somebody held her up against cool, white marble.

The cascading water felt so good on her molten flesh and, thankfully, the steam in the huge shower stall began to dissipate as her temperature returned to what could be called normal for a human.

"Your birthday is on the same day Pinatubo blew its stack?" Cocoy's question brought Jinx back to the real world right quick, especially since she realized that her internal dialogue was not so internal after all.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" She countered with a question of her own as Kidlat ran his hands over her shoulders and back, perhaps testing her temperature to see if they needed to keep the shower going. Jinx worked to regain her focus as the water cooled her down.

"That's a clue. You were born as Mt. Pinatubo erupted. We need to seek Maria Sinukuan, the Diwata of Mt. Arayat, which is close to Mt. Pinatubo, " a dripping wet (and exceedingly gorgeous and very edibly naked) Cocoy said, ticking each clue off his fingers as he looked into her eyes, then Kidlat's. "We're getting warmer."

"Actually, we almost went up in flames," Kidlat joked, canting his head toward Jinx. "But I get what you're trying to say. If we're seeking a Diwata, mayhap we should pay Pepe's Pole another visit, talk to that Diwata whose skirt you were trying to get under before you found yourself in a manwich, Jinx."

"Perhaps." Jinx's answer was unsure, but, hey, Kidlat at least had a plan. "It's worth trying."

"Before we do that, we're gonna need to institute, ahem, containment measures," Cocoy said, waggling naughty brows at both of his erstwhile bedmates (and couch-mates, and shower-mates...) as he lowered his head to lick water off the curve of Jinx's right shoulder. "Just to be on the safe side."

"I see the sense in what you're saying, Cocoy," Kidlat's voice lowered as the two men locked eyes and then began to caress Jinx's thighs, hips, flanks and breasts. "I also see the sensuality in what you're saying. Yes. Let's contain our changeling girl, shall we? Bend over, sweetness," he addressed Jinx with a wicked look in his eyes, "let me at that beautiful puki. We need to get you hot before we can cool you down."

"Yes, Diwata, we need to prepare you for the outside world before we step out into the early evening air," Cocoy said between ravaging Jinx's mouth with his and gently but firmly pushing her shoulders down so she was looking straight at his rampant tarugo.

Out of the corner of one eye, Jinx could see the full wall of mirror opposite the shower stall. She could see herself bent forward, about to take Cocoy into her mouth as he fondled her breasts, cupping them and squeezing the tight peaks of her nipples between his fingers. She could see Kidlat fingering her slit under the deluge of cool water as she felt him rubbing up and down and around her most sensitive places with one hand and cupping and squeezing one of her firm, round buttock cheeks with the other.

The men were crooning filthy, sweet words into the shower spray, Cocoy throwing his head back and hissing curt cusswords in Tagalog as her hot mouth sucked him in. Kidlat invading her body with two, then three twisting fingers as her thighs shook from the pleasure of him curling those same fingers against the sweet spot deep inside her, the pace of his finger-fucking moving faster and faster as he thumbed her erect clit.

Just as Kidlat thrust his huge, heavy battering-ram of a cock into her, Jinx saw him reach out and take Cocoy's hair in a firm grip. She saw Cocoy mimic Kidlat's move and watched the men kiss as if they were doing battle with one another. Then Kidlat thrust into her hard, pushing Cocoy farther down her throat.




How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 04



She swallowed and relaxed her throat then, allowing the invasion of Cocoy's body into hers and felt his heartbeat pulsing faster in her mouth, through that thick vein that stood out like a stripe of passion on the left side of his member. She remembered to breathe through her nose even as she moaned. And how could she not moan when Kidlat kept strumming her clit as he fucked her and Cocoy kept up his attentive fondling of her breasts. It was as if all three of them moved in perfect synchronicity with each other, knowing just what to do.

If this is bliss, I'll take it, Jinx closed her eyes, the sensations overwhelming her and bringing her to a roaring series of climaxes that slammed one into the other until all she could think of was how beautiful this threesome was, how right the elemental force of it was for her.

Kidlat was pretty much in hog heaven, with his mouth full of Cocoy and his hands cupping the wet cascade of him and Jinx reaching climax. Hell, he was in the heaven of Jinx's cunt, filling her up the way Cocoy was filling her mouth and throat. Wishes do come true, he thought with wonder. Oh, wow, do they.

"Dear Lord, I can't get enough of either of you," Cocoy said on a long exhale after he finally drew a steady breath. "You're going to be the death of me, but, hey, what a way to go," he said as they all sank to the shower stall's floor. "That orgasm was so fucking long. We need to do that again once I find out where I put my damned knees."

***

Once they regained the use of their legs, the three stepped out into Kidlat's bedroom again and got dressed, with plenty of totally necessary touching and kissing between them.

Kidlat tripped over a sling-bag bag of black and red tubao fabric and woven fine abaca as he walked across the room to retrieve a pair of shoes from his closet. 

"What the—ow!"

Jinx caught one of Kidlat's arms while Cocoy gripped the other. When Cocoy looked down at what Kidlat tripped over, his eyes grew round as saucers. "That bag was in my dream," he said wonderingly. "I didn't think the dream was real."

Ever the curious one, Jinx crouched to the floor to open the bag flap and see what was inside while Kidlat cursed at his stubbed big toe.

She reached in and felt the smooth, round edges of a pot. An unglazed, big-bellied pot of terra cotta clay, and pulled the thing out of the bag before rising with it held carefully in both hands.

"What is it?"

"It's a ritual jar," Cocoy said. "At least that's what I thought it was in my dream. You know, the kind of pot Babaylans and Bayots used to burn petitions to the gods in so that these messages would reach the Skyworld."

"Lovely." Jinx said, forcing a brightness into her tone she did not quite feel. "So what do we do with it?"

"I don't know just yet," Kidlat answered. "We'll need to find out more about it. Meanwhile, let me just get past this painful toe, get some shoes on and we can go to Pepe's Pole and see what answers there are there."

Half an hour later, the trio stepped out into the coolness of the Grammercy Place garage's guest parking, where Jinx and Cocoy had left their vehicles (car was to kind a term for Jinx's ride, really).

"I'm driving, you two." Cocoy said it just like that, as if it were a fait accompli. Not that either of his companions objected. The trip to Pepe's Pole was short and sweet and Cocoy managed to keep his cool even after a jeepney cut him on Makati Avenue, a suicidal tricycle nearly rammed him on Zobel Roxas St. at the Makati-Manila border and a bus that had absolutely no business being on Leon Guinto St. blocked his way and forced him onto Taft Avenue's insanity of Sunday traffic.

"These idiots should be shot. And shot again if they survive the first bullet," Cocoy muttered under his breath through gritted teeth as he swerved to avoid a jaywalker on Malvar St. "One day I will zap them with a kulam, I swear. I fucking swear. One day. One very ordinary day, there will be a culling of these dangle-shits."

***

Business is usually slow for night spots early on a Sunday evening in Malate, what with the number of homebodies increasing due to inflation and the government's refusal to legislate a hike in the minimum wage. That, and the predominantly Catholic Philippines sometimes stuck to its very conservative values. That included setting Sundays aside for Mass, family bonding and going to bed early in preparation for Monday's work.

Pepe's Pole was a different animal, however, as most of its clientele were neither Catholic nor human. Heck, they were rich and didn't really need to work—mostly because they knew where the precious metals and gems were and used that knowledge to be employers (if they chose) rather than employees.

Kidlat, Jinx and Cocoy entered the bar, which was crowded as per the usual, and made a beeline for the bartender. They ordered their drinks and Kidlat asked if Adora, Jinx's dance partner that night they met, was there.

"Now why should I tell you that?" The barkeep was in a snitty mood reflected on her lime green baby tee's bold black text ("Do I look like I give a rodent's buttocks?") "Adora was looking to get herself some action and went home dry."

"Actually, you'd better give a rodent's buttocks, lady," Jinx spit the words out like unwanted hackatooey. She'd had it up to here with being the nice one. "I need to find her, or find a way to meet up with my chick, Maria Sinukuan. At the soonest possible time." Her warm brown eyes flashed a cloudy, light gray like the ashfall and lahar from Mt. Pinatubo as she glared at the Diwata at the bar.

"Whoa, changeling," the barkeep held up her hands and the pink cleaning rag in one of them. "I see your point. But I have to tell you Sinukuan hasn't taken a call, answered a text or even a smoke signal in a very long time."

"Well, then, I'll just have to find Adora, won't I?" Jinx was this close to doing I-don't-know-what to the Diwata at the bar. "So can you help me find her?"

The Diwata let out a long sigh and looked at the three pairs of very intense eyes boring holes into her face as she waved her hand in the general direction of Adora's whereabouts. "Adora's the owner. She's in the back office with... well, with someone. Can you wait a while for her to, erm, be ready to meet you?"

"Just show me the back room, please," Jinx said on an exasperated sigh. "I'll tell her its all my fault she's being bothered."

The barkeep flung her long hair back over a shoulder as she shrugged. "I can't stop you and I can't leave the bar seeing as it's happy hour. Heed my warning, though: She's not likely to be pleased if you go in unannounced."

"Fine by me." It was Jinx's turn to shrug. "I haven't been pleased by all this weird shit happening to me over the last two days and I bet she isn't a volcano."

"Oh, changeling, if you only knew." The bartender whispered as Jinx sashayed off in the direction of the back office, Cocoy and Kidlat striding behind her. "Our land sits on the Pacific Ring of Fire because every mountain is a volcano."

***

"Mmmmmmh, yes, stroke me there, lover. Harder. Like that. Don't stop." The hotly-spoken words should have given Jinx pause as she raised a hand to knock on the office door, but she went ahead and knocked anyway. The knocking pushed the door inward and it swung open with a bang.

Adora was lying spread out on a tempered glass table (presumably of some high heat-resistant blend, considering the Diwata on it was glowing the way Jinx did when she got too hot).

The club-owner was clad in a blue silk halter dress that was pulled up to expose her bare southern reaches and with her breasts spilling out of the halter top's navel-deep vee. A man-shaped creature made of fire was kneeling on the floor, his mouth (or at least that's what the trio thought it was) was leaving a trail of licking blue flames that went from the inside of one knee to the crease between Adora's groin and thigh, one hand was slowly stroking the bare pink puki before him as the Diwata arched her back, the movement pushing her breasts further out of the dress and into the air, her berry-red nipples ringed with the same fire playing up and down her thigh.

"Whatever you need, you will let me finish with my elemental, changeling," Adora said as she looked toward the three at her office door. Her brown eyes had turned into the red-gold of a lava flow. "You may watch if you want to. I like being watched as I take my pleasure, too. But you will not speak. Unless you want Mt. Mayon to erupt with more force than necessary."

Now how do you refute a statement like that? Cocoy was still a tad confused, though he couldn't for the life of him lie and say this strange sex show wasn't making him hot. He stood behind Kidlat, his hands on the Tikbalang's shoulders. Hands that itched to hold the Tikbalang's hips as he ground against his ass. 

So Cocoy went with what felt good and did just that, attacking Kidlat's sensitive neck and ears while he was at it, telling Kidlat that "I'm going to be fucking you like that soon, Tikbalang. I'll be riding you into a lather."

Kidlat was just as weirded-out and turned on by the sex happening in front of him. He wanted to do to Jinx the exact same thing the fire elemental was doing to Adora. He watched the Diwata in blue taking her pleasure, running her hands over the elemental's head and bucking her hips into its fiery mouth in a rhythm that was working into a crescendo. Without thinking, he began to draw Jinx to him, press her back to his front and undo the fastenings on her pants so he could shove a hand against her pussy as his other hand reached up to clasp a breast.

The fire elemental looked just like a well-built man, except that he was, well, all flame flickering from red to blue to white and back again. The creature mounted the table and pushed Adora's legs wider. His flames were dancing on every bit of Adora's exposed skin now and the Diwata was cooing and biting her strawberry-red lips hard as the fire elemental thrust a very large cock on fire into her and fucking her to a brutal rhythm that no human would be able to withstand. 

Adora, on the other hand, looked like she wanted more as she grasped the fire elemental by the ass with both hands and ground her pubis up at him with even more fierceness than the creature she was fucking displayed.

"Oh, my gulay," Jinx said as her knees buckled under her like they were just as solid as the vegetables she was referring to. "Kidlat, if you stop, I'm going to cry."

"I won't stop, sweet thing," he said, nipping her neck and earlobe to punctuate each word. Kidlat also punctuated each word with a hard grind of his tarugo against her ass and his fingers fucking her and rubbing her clit hard, just the way she liked it. "And Cocoy's dry humping my ass, too. While licking my neck and biting my ears. By the Old Gods, I could come just from this."

"Oh, my gulay!"

Looking over to the threesome maximizing the power of friction as she got fucked on her office table, Adora smiled and felt her climax run through her body like an intensity 9 temblor. "That's it, you beautiful ones, come. I knew there was a reason—oooooh—there was a reason I shoved you together." 

And, on that note, they all felt the earth move under their feet.

***

"Thank you so much for not interrupting me, Jinx and manwich." Adora said once she'd dismissed the fire elemental to whatever plane it came from and gotten her office back to shipshape and changed into another dress (the one she was wearing as she did the fire elemental had gone up in smoke). "Now, how may I help you?"

Jinx, Cocoy and Kidlat were sitting on the three-seater couch across from Adora's desk, still catching their breaths. Cocoy and Kidlat were done cleaning up their emissions (thank goodness Jinx carried face towels, plural, in her tote bag). They'd had to take their underwear off in the club's co-ed bathroom, but, hey, going commando was good, too.

"We have to find Maria Sinukuan for Jinx," Kidlat got to the heart of the matter with his trademark bluntness. "She's a changeling and needs to transition into her full Diwata body. Will you help us, or are we wasting our time with you?"

"Now, how do you know that it is Sinukuan you seek, Tikbalang?" Adora cupped her chin in a delicate hand as she cocked her head toward Kidlat.

"We know because that's what the Ibong Adarna told him," Cocoy couldn't keep his silence as he leaned forward to look at Adora and rested his elbows on his thighs. He was anything but silent as a rule. It wasn't a rule he was breaking now.

"Fair point." Adora was brisk as she said this, looking at Jinx. "But I need to hear the changeling speak first. She has to be the one to ask me for what she needs, not you men. You're containment units, not her spokesmen."

Yowtch. The males winced, but held their tongues as they looked to Jinx, silently giving her the cue to begin talking. 

Jinx drew a deep breath. "Okay, here goes. I didn't know I was this... this Diwata thing, or changeling, or whatever," she stammered. "But I can't lie and tell myself I'm completely human, so, yeah, I need help. If it is Maria Sinukuan I need to find, then I want your help finding her. You knew what I needed when you pushed me toward these two. That was help. Will you help me some more? Please?"

"Let me tell you Sinukuan does not appreciate the mortal world, changeling," Adora said as her face fell into serious (and seriously beautiful) lines. She could almost have been carved from fine marble or granite the way her face was set.

"I understand this, but I have to try," Jinx said. "I need to know how to do this and Sinukuan would likely be the best one to help me."

"Well, you aren't a Taga-Lupa," Adora said slowly, her hands held aloft to frame Jinx's face. "Only he," she nodded in Cocoy's direction "is Taga-Lupa, but he is Other, too, so acceptable. I can talk to you about Sinukuan, then, and give you the help you seek." 

Adora finally smiled, her beauty flooding the room as she unleashed it. "I also liked that you were honest even with your bodies. Not everyone is. Not even with a Diwata before whom all lies fall." She nodded her assent and called the lovers to her table. "Come closer and I will tell you a story that should give you the answer you seek."



How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 05



For those who are unfamiliar with the words "vinta" and "caracoa," these were warships. The vinta has a prow made for ramming other ships with and was propelled by both wind in their sails and rowing, as was the caracoa. The difference between the two is that the caracoa was larger, had two decks and carried a poet on board who served as both timekeeper and lore-keeper. He beat the rhythm to which the oarsmen moved on a drum while chanting the epic of his people's oral history-no mean feat, I will tell you, especially in a pitched battle. If push came to shove, the poet had to be a warrior as well and he was proficient with spear, short sword and shield. 

I also introduce you to my favorite dessert: Halo-halo (direct translation is "mix-mix") and the pronunciation is hah-loh-hah-loh. Just in case you do decide to visit and give it a try. :) 

*****

"Sinukuan used to be the most beautiful of us all," Adora began slowly. "She was the most open-hearted and joyful of us. If you were sad, she would dance and sing to cheer you up. If you were hungry, Sinukuan knew and she responded quickly by bringing you food prepared by her own hands. She was a very good cook, something that went well with her generous soul."

"You said she used to be the most beautiful of you," Jinx said when Adora paused for breath. "Why the use of the past tense?" Her brow furrowed in confusion, Jinx met the sadness in Adora's eyes with the puzzlement in hers.

"Well, changeling, we are tied to our mountains—or volcanoes, as the case may be," Adora began fidgeting with an ornate black and gold fountain pen she'd taken from atop a short, metal filing cabinet to the right of her desk, the motion betraying how disturbed the Diwata was with this part of her tale. "When our homes suffer, so do we. Mt. Arayat, which is Sinukuan's home, has been neglected, abused, even. Its flanks have been shorn of its old glory of forest. Some parts near its base have been pocked deeply with mine shafts for the minerals and metals deep in the roots of Arayat. She is no longer the beauty she once was when the people she sheltered had loved her well."

"Wait a minute, I thought Diwatas were goddesses, immortal? How can mortals harm them?" Cocoy couldn't help shooting this question, but he knew he needed answers, if only to keep Jinx from suffering the same fate if he could.

"Being immortal is not the same as being invincible," Adora said as she smiled ruefully at the trio, flipping the fountain pen in her hand yet again. "If only it were so. Sometimes it is a curse, immortality. Especially when you are as badly hurt as Sinukuan, who loved the people who lived at the base of Arayat as if she'd given birth to them herself." 

"These people had come to her seeking shelter, for the goddess Bulan no longer answered their appeals for help and protection, for it was usually Bulan who sheltered the gentle folk when the warriors clashed," Adora said with a sigh. "I understand that Bulan was battling her brother Arao then, and so could not help for she herself was sorely besieged. Thus were the tribal wars killing these people, simple farmers and fishers who fled the spears, arrows and spells cast by the warriors of both tribes intent on annihilating one another. You have to remember that these islands we live in were once peopled by warrior tribes, headhunters, cannibals, even soldiers who went out on the sea in their vintas and caracoas to patrol and battle pirates along the sealanes—as well as by gentle folk who tilled the land and went out on the ocean's breast to catch fish. This archipelago, after all, is the cradle of the brave."

The Diwata of Mt. Mayon closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she continued, her face strained, as if she were reliving a very bad memory. 

"These people arrived at the foot of Mt. Arayat with nothing but whatever rags they wore and small packs of food that would, at best, last them ony a day or less. They were rail-thin from the forced rationing of extended conflict that had left their fields and boats scorched, their skins broken with scratches from trekking through rainforest and leech-bites from traversing streams and they bore infections in those wounds. They were limping from the distance they'd walked across forest and plain and Sinukuan saw them, her tender heart melting in pity," Adora's voice was threaded through with something close to sad pride, as if she admired Sinukuan, even if she thought the Diwata had acted foolishly. 

"Sinukuan healed their hurts and brought them fruit from her own gardens. She sent clear, cool water down to them, forming the Pampanga river while she was at it. Eventually they settled down in peace and welcomed her when she walked among them. They danced with her and some of their strong young men worshipped her body as it was meant to be adored when she needed their touch. They even made songs in her name that are still sung today, but not so often anymore," Adora said, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"So what happened to Sinukuan?" Kidlat was losing patience for the long-winded tale, but he did his best to inject some respect in his tone as he uttered the query. It would not do to piss off Mt. Mayon's guardian—he'd just seen how hot she could get and that kind of heat would be deadly to him, considering that he remained mortal and untamed.

"The descendants of the Taga-Lupa Sinukuan sheltered and cared for forgot her," Adora said, her voice bitter and angry. The temperatures inside her office began to rise subtly, air-conditioning notwithstanding. "The people of the town began to think of her only as a myth, a legend lost in the mists of the past. They inter-married with the Spanish colonists, and the Americans who bought the Philippines from Spain, with the Chinese traders, with travelers from India and the Arabian peninsula who had come to trade or spread their own religions as evangelists."

"By this time, some of the men had lost their respect for their women and Sinukuan's trysts when she sought out the men she needed became brutal assaults on her body instead of worship. They treated her like a whore instead of the goddess she is," Adora's body vibrated with remembered anger as she spoke, bitterness giving her voice a hard edge. 

"That was bad for Sinukuan and it resulted in her assailants burning to death before she was sated. Though even that was not as bad as Sinukuan's beloved townsfolk forgetting their own roots, their own history, and Sinukuan with those things. They lost who they were as the blood of their tribal ancestors became more and more diluted," the Diwata added, her voice wry and pitchy as she continued with the harsh fate Sinukuan suffered. 

"They stopped passing the stories of their ancestors from parent to child. They forgot who they were and they forgot who she was as they lived and died and had children who now live in these modern times. They brought in massive illegal logging and pit-mining and forgot the debt of lives they owed to gentle, sweet Sinukuan."

Again, Adora drew a breath and looked each member of the trio in the eye to make sure they'd absorbed what she said as she gently set the fountain pen down on her desk. Then she continued her story, her shoulders a bit less proud than when she'd begun the tale.

"Sinukuan would walk among the Taga-Lupa each time their transgressions scarred her, bringing them food as was her habit. She would gently sing the song they'd made for her to remind them of how they had once loved her, of how she loved them," the Diwata's voice practically dropped to a whisper. "Each time they would remember, but for shorter and shorter periods, until the mines dug into her mountain pocked her face and limbs so badly that she became unrecognizable as our beautiful Sinukuan." 

"When she saw she could no longer sway them to honor their relationship, she left a final gift of a feast in the town plaza and the people gathered to watch the old, ugly crone she had become throw off her shawl and reveal the damage they had done to her by pitting and shearing the trees from her mountain." Horror had crept into Adora's voice, as if the story of Sinukuan's abuse had happened just moments before this conversation instead of centuries ago. 

"Then she told them she'd had enough, that the Taga-Lupa could not keep their word. She told them she would no longer provide for them or love them, for they no longer loved her, or even respected her. She has retreated even from us, the Diwatas who loved her and had been warning her not to get too close to the Taga-Lupa. She withdrew even from us, who would have healed her and held her as she cried. I know. I tried to see her. So did the Diwatas of Mt. Banahaw and Mt. Apo. We used to be closer than what you humans call sisters," Adora nodded in Cocoy's direction. 

Jinx could feel the storm surge of emotion Adora was transmitting to the three of them within the confines of her office. The heavy beat of the club's dance music felt so far off, as if they'd been teleported to a space apart from Pepe's Pole.

Adora concluded her tale with this warning. "This is a cautionary tale to all Diwata, to all who are of the Other Land. This is why we don't reveal ourselves to just any mortal. They do not understand their own lore, are either afraid of it or draw all the wrong conclusions from it and abuse us. Oh, it would be so easy to annihilate them, but the SkyFather will not have it, nor will our EarthMother. It is so ironic that we are the elders in this beknighted place, yet we must hide to thrive."

"With all due respect," Kidlat spoke up, rising from his seat to pace to Adora's desk and back, pausing between to and fro to ask his question, "when was the last time you saw Sinukuan?"

"The last time we saw Sinukuan was in 1991, when Mt. Pinatubo erupted. She was carrying a changeling in her arms and she had chosen a family for the changeling. The infant she took in exchange came into my care and I raised her until it was time to again make the change," Adora said. "That changeling Sinukuan brought to Lupa was you, Jinx, I can feel it now. You were born into troubled times, my dear. When she switched you and that human girl back, she didn't even make herself felt to us."

Reaching for a handkerchief from her tote bag, Jinx dried her eyes and blew her nose. She didn't realize she'd been crying until the hot tears began plopping on the back of her right hand. Cocoy and Kidlat both reached over without thinking to stroke Jinx's back in an attempt to soothe her crying.

"Surely she knew what harm would come of a Diwata coming out of her human cocoon," Cocoy said with a worried voice. "Surely she would not abandon Jinx, especially since Mt. Pinatubo is a stratovolcano, one capable of destroying both the provinces of Pampanga and Zamables with another eruption?"

"Surely she does," Adora said on a tired sigh. "But I don't know if she even cares now. Think of a battered woman who has borne much abuse of spirit and body from a violent husband. She'd be suffering from the trauma and stress, right? She may become either uncaring or violent if she is not given help to heal. Sinukuan went through much, much worse than that. Add this: She has been celibate for centuries and her emotional turmoil has had no outlet or containment. I think the mild earthquakes the Philippine Institute of Volcanology and Seismology has been recording from Pampanga could mean Arayat is coming out of inactivity. She needs healing."

"We need to find Sinukuan, Adora," Jinx said in a slow, easy tone as she stood and walked to the Diwata and put a hand over Adora's. "I need her to help me break out of this mortal skin without harming the people near my mountain. From what I read of the news reports about the Mt. Pinatubo eruption, I cannot allow another disaster to happen. I can't be the reason for another calamity. According to what you just told me, we need to head off two violent eruptions instead of just one."

"I see you channeling Sinukuan like another fool," Adora's voice was shaky and angry still. "Very well. You have asked me for help and I am bound by honor to give it. Though I don't see why Taga-Lupa lives matter, brief as they are."

"Look, I understand where you're coming from," Cocoy interjected with a bit of anger in his voice as well, "but these people you are talking about, Adora, have done nothing to deserve your anger. As you said, human lives are brief. These are not the people who harmed Sinukuan."

"Then you can tell her that yourself, Taga-Lupa," Adora spat out. "Once you find her. But I will add a price to the aid you seek of me: If you find Sinukuan, bring her to me, that I and the other Diwata may help her heal. You," she said to Jinx in particular, "were born for a reason. We all are. Perhaps part of that reason is to bring Sinukuan back to us."

"If that is the cost of the help Jinx needs, then we will do that," Cocoy agreed, even as he reined in the urge to pick a fight with the Diwata looking at him with lava in her eyes. 

Her story told, Adora helped the trio find the likeliest place where Sinukuan would be on Mt. Arayat and sent them a digital copy of the satellite map (via Bluetooth to their smartphones, of course) of Mt. Arayat's topography that they'd used.

Cocoy, Jinx and Kidlat left Pepe's Pole quietly, each of them lost in their own thoughts as they picked up clothes at Jinx's Pasay manse and Kidlat's penthouse suite before they returned to Manila and Cocoy's place to get some sleep and to determine their next course of action. After all, the fastest route to Balintawak in Quezon City and, from there to the SCTEX highway that would take them to San Fernando City in Pampanga was through the City of Manila. That's where their search for Sinukan would start.  

The lovers slept snuggled against one another in Cocoy's king-sized bed, falling into each other after doing their pre-bed ablutions together in his black-and-white tiled bathroom with its vintage 1920s décor. While they all would have liked a turn in his antique claw-footed bathtub (it was modernized, of course, but still gorgeous), sleep was coming for them fast and they all agreed that the bed was their best option. To sleep in. For starters.

***

Monday's daylight hours saw Jinx delegating tasks to keep her business running smoothly without her for two weeks, while Cocoy and Kidlat made similar arrangements with their own offices. 

Thank goodness Cocoy had finished the master recordings for his flagship artists before the Lintik Records launch, so he could leave the rest of the tasks on his table to his most able and seasoned managers. Multiple label launches across the country's urban centers would not go so well, otherwise, and while the groundwork for those needed to be done, the events themselves could be scheduled for when Cocoy could be at them physically.

Kidlat, meanwhile, got a summons from his father, the Tikbalang King, and went to see him. It was something to do with his brother getting married and some other business that sounded ominous and potentially upsetting, but it was not done to refuse his sire and king.

They'd brought the carved "research" chest from Kidlat's place to Cocoy's apartment and, while the roan Tikbalang was off meeting his father, Cocoy and Jinx went back to their reading and research as the afternoon wore on, looking for anything that would help them convince Sinukuan to listen to what they needed to say.

Cocoy had donned his favorite navy blue and white batik board shorts with a loose gray t-shirt that was so soft from being washed so often that it hid none of his magnificent abdominals as he slouched on the couch. Jinx was in a brief (very, very brief, as in ass-basing brief) pair of button-fly white denim cutoffs and a baby pink crewneck t-shirt that clung to her breasts and waist quite fetchingly. Kidlat had to tear himself away from both his lovers after unlocking the chest with an incantation, muttering that they'd better be ready for more strenuous activity when he got back.

It was between dry translations of Fray Domenico Juan's ledgers and maddeningly incomplete snippets of lore about Tikbalang taming, Diwata transitions and Bayot rituals that Jinx found herself sitting cross-legged on the hardwood planks of the floor of Cocoy's apartment, leaning back against his white canvas sofa between his legs. 

She set her temple against Cocoy's right knee, his right hand ruffling her hair as she closed her eyes for a short spell, tired from all the reading and from her mind racing mile-a-minute from one revelation to another.

Cocoy was silently cursing his luck, or lack of it, as he could not find anything remotely resembling a way out of cross-dressing, or anything to help them create guidelines for the relationship he, Kidlat and Jinx were forming with all the inexorability of tectonic plates scraping against one another. Hell, he couldn't even find a reliable text for how long they had to find Sinukuan before Jinx (and Mt. Pinatubo and, possibly, Mt. Arayat) went nova.

Then he felt the heat under his right palm, which was pressed against Jinx's nape. Great. I love this woman's body and I love fucking it, but this demand created by her change? It's not the best of reasons to be doing this. I want to make love with her because I can't help myself, not because the situation and preventing an apocalypse do. 

Cocoy stoppered the part of his brain that wanted to pick at the thought of "making love" and its implications as he slid his hand down to wrap sensuously around Jinx's neck and angle her head up as he bent forward to kiss her softly, persuasively.

"You're getting hot again, Diwata mine," Cocoy forced lightness into his voice, hoping it disguised the uncertainty he felt about handling a changeling on his own, without a Tikbalang in the room to back him up. "You need more, ahem, containment. Just enough to hold you until Kidlat gets here. So you don't set anything on fire but us."

He teased her with naughty eyes as he pulled away from her mouth and ran his thumb across her swollen lower lip before tracing a path down her chin and neck, down to the erect nipple poking through the fabric of her thin lace brassiere and baby-pink crewneck t-shirt.

Cocoy nudged Jinx forward before sitting behind her on the floor. He traced Jinx's belly under the hem of her shirt before grasping the cotton tee and pulling it up off her and divested her of the lacy blue froth of her bra before cupping her hot breasts in his tanned hands and pinching both nipples simultaneously between his knuckles.

Jinx groaned as Cocoy's mouth sucked a trail of wet, open kisses and licks over the flesh of her earlobe, the side of her neck, her shoulders. Her hands went up to his head, fingers spearing though Cocoy's soft, wavy hair and gripping tight as he bit down on that tender spot between neck and shoulder as he rolled and pulled at both of her hard nipples with rough fingers. She'd lost all capacity for words as her eyes slid closed in pleasure.

"I love this puki, how it smells, how it tastes, how tightly it squeezes me when you come," Cocoy's voice was a hungry rasp against Jinx's ear as he spoke, punctuating his words with sharp nips of the shell of her ear and hot licks into it. "I enjoy finger-fucking you and I would love to get my tarugo into you. Will you let me in tonight, my sweet? Will you allow me to fuck you into the next dimension?"

"Yes. Ohmygulay, yes," Jinx's response was made with harsh intakes of breath interspersing it as Cocoy slowly undid each of the buttons on her cutoffs' fly and gently slid his right hand in past the lace panties that matched her discarded bra. She levered her butt and hips up off the floor as Cocoy's nimble fingers slid about over her slick cunt, spreading her swollen lips, massaging them with wicked intent.




How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 05



Dear Gods above, this man is lethal with his hands, Jinx thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth to hold in the profanities that demanded utterance. Please put those fingers in me, please...

Cocoy slid two fingers into Jinx, his thumb pressing hard circles around her upstanding clit as she uttered his name on a small scream. He found the sweet spot inside her, knowing just when he'd made a bingo when she tried to pull her thighs together.

"Ah-ah-ah, you don't close your legs on me, missy," Cocoy bit firmly on Jinx's shoulder, adding an edge of pain to the mix and making her throw her head back hard against him as his free hand pulled up one of her thighs. "You will let me fuck this pussy without opposition or I will have to spank your gorgeous ass. I just might spank it anyway, come to think of it." 

His fingers moved harder, faster as his thumb slid to the hood of her clit and pressed it down firmly against the fingers making sweet, sweet friction in the clenching depths of her puki. Jinx felt her body jerk against Cocoy's hand as she heard him command her in a hard, aroused voice: "Cup those breasts and play with your nipples while I finger this cunt, Jinx. Pinch those nipples hard for me."

Jinx did as Cocoy bid, the firmness in his tone adding another layer of heat to her already inflamed senses. She could feel him release her thigh, all the better for peeling the denim down her hips. Jinx raised herself up off the floor, as much to grind against Cocoy's talented hand as to help him strip her of the shorts and her French-cut panties.

The front door to Cocoy's apartment opend and fell shut with an audible click as Jinx spun into her first orgasm. Cocoy's fingers didn't falter even when she screamed and bucked against him. He held her fast with a hand tormenting one breast as Kidlat came into view and Cocoy looked up from watching Jinx squeezing his thrusting fingers.

The tableau in front of Kidlat made him forget whatever it was he'd discussed with his father and mother. All that dominated his thoughts now was how hard his tarugo was, thanks to the view right in front of him: A naked Jinx sprawled against a fully-clothed Cocoy, whose hands were delving into her very wet, very swollen cunt as Jinx arched and writhed in pleasure against his hand. Jinx all flushed from the paroxysms of her orgasm, begging for mercy, then looking at him with passion licking red flames in her chocolate-brown eyes as her hips bucked and her thighs shook with the intensity of her coming. 

Oh, I just have to be part of that, Kidlat held that thought as he took in the heat glittering in Cocoy's eyes, the horny, taut lines of Cocoy's shoulders and legs, or whatever of them he could see beneath Jinx. Magnificent. I have two gloriously gorgeous lovers, thank the SkyFather. Time to get fucked. 

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like being left out?" Kidlat tried to inject some sincere exasperation in his voice as he toed off his loafers, shucked his olive-green cargo pants and stripped his black t-shirt. The words came out strangled, betraying how horny he already was. 

Kidlat's clothes flew in haphazard directions as the Tikbalang strode to the woman coming on the floor and the man who kept up the brutal tempo of his fingers fucking her silly despite her almost incoherent protests that the sensation was too much.

"We're going to keep you coming, sweet thing," Kidlat said as he and Cocoy lifted Jinx up off the floor, each man slinging one of her thighs over one arm. 

Kidlat swallowed Jinx's groans as he took over finger-fucking Jinx where Cocoy left off to lift her. His voice was harsh with arousal as he lifted his head from Jinx, looked to Cocoy and demanded a kiss from his Bayot.

"We missed you," Cocoy said, his feelings leaking out just the same way his cock was leaking pre-come. That said, he used his free hand to grab Kidlat by the hair so he could plant a firm, searching, hungry kiss on Kidlat's mouth.

Both men were grinding hard cocks against Jinx's naked clefts, pussy and ass, and the smooth skin of Kidlat's tanned chest was rubbing against her very sensitive nipples.

"I want you both inside me," Jinx said when she had enough breath to form words. "Please, please don't make me wait."

"We will be," Kidlat promised Jinx. Then he sent Cocoy another terse demand, his pupils dilated with arousal as his gaze raked hotly over the other man's face. "Strip out of those clothes and help me fuck our woman silly, Cocoy."

The two men let Jinx's legs back down to the floor and Cocoy stripped faster than lightning as Jinx sank to her knees and proceeded to lick and suck Kidlat's cock, her hands going to her crotch to touch herself as she did this.

Kidlat's knees buckled for a second before he managed to lock them, his hands moving down to grip Jinx's head as Cocoy gripped his head to kiss him harsh, hard and hot, plunging a seeking tongue to play with his. 

"Hold on to that orgasm, buddy," Cocoy said through audible breaths. "I want to be inside her and coming when you do." Kidlat groaned and nodded when their eyes met, his lips puckered and tight with concentration as Jinx intensified her sucking, raising hands wet from her pussy to add slickness to his cock and balls as she took him to the back of her mouth and into her throat.

"Wow, you don't ask for a lot, do you?" Kidlat meant the words to come out sarcastic, but they came out on a tortured moan instead.

Cocoy pulled at Jinx's hips until she was bent over on her feet while Kidlat supported her shoulders. The Bayot peppered the smooth globes of her buttocks with small, light bites and sucking, licking kisses, drawing moans that vibrated through her mouth and along the length of Kidlat's thrusting tarugo until the Tikbalang let loose a stream of barely coherent and very filthy words.

"So sweetly tight," Cocoy bit out the words as he entered Jinx in one hard, smooth motion and fucked her to a hard primal rhythm until he felt her gripping his cock in the foreshadowing of another climax. 

"Put it back in me!" Jinx tore her mouth from Kidlat's member to scream at Cocoy, who was busy inserting his fingers in her pussy, thrusting hard, but the finger-fucking was not what the Diwata wanted and her eyes were going gray again in her frustration. 

"Trust me, we're just getting started. You will have satisfaction, my love, just hush and let me get you ready for it," Cocoy said amid the groans of both of his lovers. "You're going to want to be on the couch for this, Kidlat. Go and sit down and let Jinx straddle you."

Kidlat sat on the couch with alacrity and Jinx clambered aboard, impaling herself on his cock with a sigh of relief. Her two loveres exchanged wicked looks and, before Jinx could so much as move her hips, Kidlat clamped an arm around her waist and held her fast. "You're going to wait, our Diwata. I think I know what Cocoy has planned and you're going to like that even more than this. Patience is a virtue."

"I need to come, dammit!"

"You came thrice already, woman, you will damn well wait for us to come right along with you this time," Cocoy's voice was stentorian, brooking no opposition as he pushed Jinx's shoulders toward Kidlat and Kidlat spread his legs wider, widening her straddle as well.

Jinx felt a slick finger at the pucker of her anus, rubbing around it and waking up nerves that began to shoot messages of "oh, yes, you bet!" to the pleasure center of her brain just before one finger slid in past the first knuckle. Then the whole finger went in and began fucking her last virgin place with a slow, steady rhythm, then exited only to come back in with another finger.

Kidlat felt Jinx clenching around his cock and threw his head back against the sofa cushions behind him. Desperate to move, Jinx licked her target of opportunity: The throbbing vein at the side of Kidlat's throat. The Tikbalang took firm hold of her hair with his free hand and returned the favor still holding her fast as he kissed and suckled a trail of hickeys to one breast, then the other, nipping and suckling hard on each nipple until she began screaming his name, her ass, pussy and breasts on fire from all the very intimate attention she was getting.

Finally, Cocoy lubed up and poised himself to breach Jinx's nether hole, his control left hanging by a thread slim as spider-silk as he gently, but firmly, pushed steadily into her until he was balls deep, breathless and mindless. 

Cocoy could feel Kidlat's hard length as he slid in and Kidlat's cock pulsed as he felt Cocoy through the thin walls of flesh that separated them. Both men groaned as Jinx panted and bit her lip to hold back a scream.

Kidlat pulled slowly out of Jinx, almost completely out, before he surged back in with a violent thrust that rattled Jinx's teeth. Cocoy was no less brutal in his thrusts, but that just made the burning Jinx felt blossom into a firestorm of need and pleasure. The men established a rhythm that had all three lovers melting into moans, gasps and hollers where gods were called and saints were named as they fucked their way to a blinding three-fold climax.

"You're going to be the death of me," Cocoy gasped as he collapsed on his lovers. "But what a way to go."

***

"Thank the Old Gods I brought takeout," Kidlat told Cocoy as they cuddled against Jinx's sleeping body on Cocoy's white-and-gold sheeted bed. "Because we're going to need it and I don't think I can handle cooking right now."

They'd fucked themselves raw, going from couch to floor and back again, drawing more orgasms out of each other than they'd ever had in their lives. The final fuck session on the bed, with Kidlat bucking Cocoy hard into Jinx over and over again in a feverish crescendo did them all in and they'd slept the sleep of people who were dead to the world until the first pastel fingers of dawn crept in.

"I'm just happy you put the food in the ref before coming to join us," Cocoy said with a smile. "Let me go shower and then I'll fix us some java to go with breakfast so we can set out bright and early, hmmmm?" He laid a soft kiss on Jinx's lips and Kidlat's before rising from the bed.

Kidlat cradled Jinx against his body, reveling in her softness and running his hands over her hair and naked back as he breathed her scent in, thanking the Old Gods yet again for his incredibly good luck in finding both of his mates. Mates? Now where did that thought come from?

But, just as much as the idea bothered the logical part of Kidlat's brain, it brought unexpected comfort. Mates. He smiled a silly little smile as Cocoy exited the room clad in boxer shorts and sorted out their breakfast.

***

The three kitted themselves out to climb a mountain and set out after breakfast, their bags stowed securely in the trunk of Cocoy's SUV. They arrived at San Fernando City by lunchtime and went to the bustling city market to find a meal of local delicacies: Frogs stuffed with ground meat and bell peppers in a spicy-savory sauce, twice-cooked razorback boar adobo, venison tapa and pandan-fragrant, hot, steamed white rice washed down with pineapple juice. 

They also ordered the traditional Kapampangan dessert people from far and wide traveled to San Fernando to enjoy: Huge bowls of halo-halo—shaved ice soaked in evaporated milk and sugar syrup layered with candied jackfruit and banana, kaong preserves, nata de coco, sweet red mung beans and popped rice crisps topped with leche flan and purple yam jam. After all, they needed to fortify themselves to climb Mt. Arayat which, though it is not the highest mountain in the country (that would be Mt. Apo in Kidapawan, on the outskirts of Davao City to the south), it would be a challenging climb for the rough terrain and because, well, Sinukuan did not want to be found.

Cocoy drove them to the town of Magalang, then up to the Arayat National Park, a lofty name for a government project that has since been abandoned to the local resort-owners (and looked it, with the gaudy tourist trap trinkets and trappings, as well as the over-charging guides). The three took care of paying for long-term parking for Cocoy's Everest and hauled their bags out.

They waved away the hovering crowd of hopeful would-be trail guides and set off in the direction Kidlat chose: Off the trail and straight into whatever forest was left.

"Step where I step and, no matter what, do not point at anything or cut any trees or undergrowth with those knives you brought," Kidlat cautioned Jinx and Cocoy. "Trust me on this."

They'd hiked a winding, upward trail for what felt like hours before stopping for a break in a clearing that had obviously been a logging camp, with tree stumps scattered about them and no new plantings in sight. The Tikbalang took in the desolation of what looked to have been very old hardwoods with lips thinned by anger. He couldn't do anything about the loggers right now, but, someday soon, they'd be fortunate if he didn't find them and get them helplessly lost in some forest sans logging equipment. Preferably with razorback boar or bayawak lizards. Maybe near a swamp, with huge crocodiles.

The air was cooling and the three knew night would fall soon, so the three pitched a tent and made camp. Well, okay, the Tikbalang and Cocoy did, since Jinx grew up in the city and never in her life, ever, had to rough it.

They settled down to heat the ready to eat meals Kidlat had prepared and vacuum-packed in Cocoy's kitchen (the man could also cook and had a home vacuum-packer, halleluja). 

"Okay," Jinx had her nose in the notebook she'd jotted directions and copied the text of the documents they'd been reading in as she spoke. "We need to find the entrance to Sinukuan's cave, according to Adora. It's covered in shiny white stone distinct from the mountainside's sandstone and granite..."

"You mean like that white slab over there?" Kidlat interrupted Jinx's rambling swiftly, pointing his lips in the direction he meant. Some twenty feet from their position, to the west, was what looked like the mouth of a cave sealed up with—ta-da!—luminous white rock.

"Fuck me," Cocoy said. "Something tells me this easy find isn't as easy as it looks."