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Rescue Mission Ch. 01

By: WerewolfatNight



Jeff leaned back, hands folded behind his head as the dwarf rather lazily lapped at his cock. Her hair was short and so black it was almost bluish, and her skin was distinctly grey, her body thick and muscular. Her name was Zakria, and he thought she looked sort of like a broken-nosed Sally Fields, but on the body of a pro-wrestler that got smushed down in a vise to about 4 feet tall. She wasn't beautiful, but she was definitely cuter than hell and distinctly feminine despite her physique. Even her tits were so firm and densely muscled that he wasn't sure she could feel it when he pinched and squeezed them. He had fucked her good and hard a short while ago and she was only gradually beginning to ready him for a second go, with no particular hurry or urgency.

As she worked on his tool, he reflected on the prospect of returning home. It had taken a couple of months to get a decent enough forged deed to sell the Willsmith estate, but doing so had resulted in more than enough gold to pay for the spell to send him home.

He had made the down payment already, and the wizard was doing the necessary research. In another couple of weeks or so he'd be home. It seemed like he'd been gone for years, but he realized it had only been a few months: not much would have changed. There'd be a new Super bowl champ, and Baseball season should be well under way. 

He'd need to find a new job, he figured, but that was no big deal, and his roommate had probably boxed his stuff up and booted him out, but he had a little stash in his bank accounts and would be fine. He didn't have any close family to worry about him, but wondered if his friends would have reported him as a missing person, and what kind of story he should come up with to explain his absence. 

But there were definitely things he would miss about this place, he figured. Sex was definitely a hell of a lot more open and available here than it was back home- he'd had as much quality pussy in the last few months as he'd had in his whole adult life back in his world. 

Like the little piece of work who was now squatting over his erect cock, her face poised with a look of pure lust as his head parted her dark, purplish nether lips. She grunted deeply as she slowly eased all the way down on him, and began shoveling her hips in a figure eight motion. He reached up and stroked her tits. She was a moaner, and he liked that- and she was plenty wet, and he liked that too. After a surprisingly short time, she began babbling rapidly in a strange language, and when she came her pussy pulsated and gripped him feverishly, although he was no-where near close to coming again himself. 

Zakria paused for a moment in apparent exhaustion, slumped over on his chest, then began to sluggishly ride him again as she leaned forward against his chest.

His mind returned to his musings as she slowly writhed on his pole. He would definitely miss the magic almost as much as the sex: he still had several chests of magic items that had come from Fergus Willsmith's sanctum sanctorum- only a few of which he had figured out and began to use, but the wizard sending him back had said that any magic on his person could alter the spell, possibly dangerously so. He would only be able to take the clothes on his back with him. 

This truly sucked, because for the first time in his life he was a wealthy man, and a man of some local reputation, at that. Formidable men, professional killers and hired swordsmen treated him with the respect due of a veteran adventurer, although his reputation was mostly from word of mouth, and largely unearned.

Hell, if he'd of known he was going to have to essentially give everything away before he left, he would have given Bette and Elvira bigger shares of the estate sale. As it was, they had enough to deck themselves out as ladies of some means and buy passage on a ship to Bette's island home, where they planned to open a hostel. 

His musing was cut short as the dwarf began working her way slowly back towards a faster pace, grunting softly like a boar hog rooting in the dirt. 

They had met in McDonalds- a place he just had to visit when he heard the symbol on the sign was a pair of golden arches. But the current owner had no clue what the original builder – aptly named McDonald- had meant by the sign, or what it meant in another world. But it was Jeff's kind of place- wide open, with loud, magically amplified music that approached rock n' roll and a loud and rowdy mix of customers. 

Jeff had watched as a bearded male dwarf half his size but with at least half again as much body mass and muscle began shouting at and berating a female of his race. The woman was not cowed in the least, but did not raise her hand or voice in response even when the male began shoving her towards the door. 

But Jeff caught a single almost pleading glance from her and all his chivalrous instincts instantly rose to the fore. Without another thought he reached out and placed his left hand on the male dwarf's shoulder from behind and spoke a word of activation. The ring on his hand sent a charge of magical force into the dwarf. Jeff had used a full charge of the ring- which he figured was enough to practically kill a normal man and the very minimum he would even think of using against this short mountain of muscle. 

The dwarf stiffened as if he'd been sucker-punched, but didn't look more than lightly stunned. Stepping around to face him, Jeff produced a black cloth about the size of a handkerchief. He quickly draped it over the dwarf's bushily bearded face and used a different word. The dwarf dropped to the floor, already snoring. 

The female flashed him a dazzling, delighted smile. "My hero! Now we better get the hell out of here before he wakes up." She had a deep, gravelly voice, and when she grabbed his arm and steered him towards the door, he had as little chance of not going along as a leaf in a stream. 

"Don't worry- he should be asleep for hours..." he was saying as the door closed behind him. They heard a bull-like roar from inside "WHERE IS SHE?" 

"Oh, shit! Run for it" She yelled, and they were off, eventually ending up at his room in the posh Empire Hotel. 

She began the chanting again as her pace quickened atop his shaft, and this time he felt the fire in his own loins rise. He reached out and grabbed her around her surprisingly narrow waist and lifted her up. She was surprisingly heavy, but he was a strong man, and he was able to flip her up and over onto her back. She spread her short legs wide as he began plowing into her with long, strong strokes. Her chanting rose and fell with his thrusts, and as he came closer he began to speed up, faster and faster until at last his hips were pistoning like a rabbits, and his own moans began to mesh with hers. 

When he came this time he gasped in shock. What felt like a knot of thickened flesh was running up and down his cock in waves- part of his brain immediately pictured Popeye's forearm after he swallowed his spinach and the muscle went up and down it. Zakria yelped aloud, proving she felt it too, and she began another sequence of orgasms instantly.

Whatever was happening kept Jeff coming and coming and coming, impossibly long and impossibly intense, until he finally just threw himself off her, panting beside her in the bed. The pulsing stopped the instant he left the folds of her cunt. Zakria flopped her arms feebly and curled up into a fetal position, a satisfied smile on her face as she recovered.

Eventually, she propped herself up next to him, her startlingly blue eyes twinkling as she grinned down at him. "Wow, that was intense. I was starting to think the spell would never work on you."

"That was a spell? I thought maybe just all dwarf chicks had magic puss's!" 

Zakria laughed. "Well, I like to think mine is a little more magic than everyone else', sure. And I had to show you I can throw a few spells around, too. It normally doesn't act like that, though- it usually makes humans come right away, and a lot of times they lock up like a dog in heat, so you have to throw water on them and everything. They even howl sometimes- it's supposed to be a joke. But this effect was better- way better."

"Well, I'd like to have that one cast on me again. Not for a while, though." 

They lounged about until they both agreed they were famished.

"So who was that in the bar? Your husband? Are we going to need to sneak out of here?" Jeff asked as they dressed, and he carefully selected a few items of various lethality to secrete about his person. 

She frowned. "That was my brother. He thinks it's shameful and an embarrassment to the family name that I'm out here in human society. He's a stick in the mud: I'm never going back home. Nothing there but stunty little men with tiny dicks and body odor that would stun a bloodhound." 

"If we run into him, is it going to get ugly?" He held the big revolver in its shoulder holster conspicuously in front of him, as if debating whether to put it on or not.

"If he's still drunk, maybe. Not to the point where he'd probably kill one of us. Not on purpose, anyway. He's not so bad when he's sober, and I tend to push his buttons a lot of the time on purpose, so it's partly my fault. But I can handle him, if it comes right to it. It'd embarrass him most to death, but if I had to stop him, I could. You shouldn't need that thing, but bring it if it makes you feel better."

He shrugged and tossed it back into one of the several chests in the room. He wore the hand-cannon only occasionally now, as he had found plenty of nearly as useful weapons amongst Willsmith's magic items, and most of them didn't leave the victims in gruesome piles of bloody meat, with everyone else in the vicinity's eyes and ears stinging besides. Still, when it came down to hammer time, there was no denying its brutal effectiveness.

He magically sealed the door behind them with a blue feather from his pouch as they left to dissuade burglary, and they made their way to the hotel dining room. 

As they ordered their meal, they became aware of a buzz going around the dining room. "What's going on?" Jeff asked the waiter.

"Word just came in that pirates took the Lusitan Empress. A boat with a handful of survivors came in to the docks just a while ago."

"Are you okay?" Zakria asked, looking at Jeff's pale face in concern.

Jeff nodded dumbly. Elvira and Bette had sailed on the Lusitan Empress less than a week ago. He rose quickly. "I have to get down to the docks."

(to be continued)

Rescue Mission Ch. 02



"Magic just doesn't work normally on you." The dwarf observed.

Jeff chuckled. Back in his world, that statement would have been an oxymoron. Here, where magic was normal, it was still odd enough to make him chuckle.

"Just because when you cast your little 'Hot Tongue' on me, my cock burst into flames, don't try and blame me. You're the one who botched the spell" Remembering his initial horrified panic as his naked pride and joy had burst into flames made him chuckle again, almost to the point of breaking into hysterical giggles. 

Zakria shook her head, frowning. "It's not just that spell- it's any one I cast on you. Going back to that first time I cast 'Dog-in-heat' on you, and every thing since. I think there's something about you that makes spells go crazy when they're cast on you."

She was riding his still flaming cock as they spoke. The flames had no affect or sensation whatsoever, but every time she raised up to where just the shaft of his prick was inside her, the multi-colored flames ran up and down his length, wavering as if in a wind, until they were drowned again as she plunged down on his shaft. 

It certainly was a novelty.

"Maybe." He remembered the transportation spell that had originally brought him into this world- Lisa had remarked how something must have went terribly wrong with the wizards' spell, it had sent them far away from the intended destination and knocked them for a loop besides. "And maybe you're just not exactly a master wizard."

Her eyes narrowed in anger at his jibe, and she grabbed a book by the bedside and threw it at the door. "Giton!" She yelled. "Get it here!"

Jeff yelped and reached with one hand for the covers as the scrawny young man entered the small cabin. Giton was a servant- Jeff's servant, albeit over Jeff's strident objections. Giton had been a survivor of the pirate attack on the ship Lusitan Empress. His previous master had been killed, and he had latched on to Jeff and Zakria when they came to question him on whether Bette and Elvira had survived the same attack, and he had quickly guilted Jeff into taking him on as a personal servant. 

Now Giton insisted on sleeping in the narrow hall outside the door- he would have slept at the foot of the bed if Jeff hadn't finally said enough was enough. 

Giton was a short, wiry young man with curly brown hair, and he seemed totally non-plussed at the sight of Zakria straddling Jeff, until his eyes wandered down to where wisps of multi-colored flame were peaking out of Zakria's cunt. He gasped aloud, and moved instinctively to the pitcher of water at the bedside.

Zakria waved him still impatiently. "Giton, I want to cast a spell on you. Is that ok?"

Giton's eyes were stuck on the union of Jeff's meat and Zakria's hole. "Doesn't that hurt?" His voice was hushed and halting, and he licked his lips nervously.

Zakria laughed. "No, it's really very nice." She ground her hips suggestively a few times, and then lifted herself off of Jeff's pole, leaving it standing upright in all its flaming glory. Giton's eyes were now feverish, and he started to take a halting step forward. 

"What the hell are you doing, Zakria?" Jeff growled, a little nervous about where this was heading. 

The dwarf was already chanting her spell, and with a gesture at the Giton it was done. "Come here." She commanded, and Giton stepped close to her. She held out her arm and pointed to a spot above her wrist. "Put your mouth here." 

Giton obeyed without hesitation, and Zakria smiled again. She grabbed Jeff's hand and raised it up. "Kiss his palm." She told Giton, and he did. Jeff was aware of the same warm/hot/warm sensations that Zakria's mouth had employed on his cock a half hour before. He was uncomfortably aware that Giton's mouth was soft and wet on his palm, and he pulled his hand away. 

"The spell works fine on me, and on him. It's you that's the problem."

Jeff scowled. "OK, fine. Whatever. OK, Giton, you can go now."

Giton had placed his own fingers in his mouth, and his eyes went wide again. "How long will this last, Mistress?" He asked eagerly.

Zakria shrugged. "Usually about half an hour or so."

Giton offered a little grinning half-bow and allowed himself another fleeting glance at Jeff's fiery staff before turning and scampering out the door.

"So he's found someone to show off to already. I wonder who the lucky lady is?" Mused Zakria as she began stroking Jeff's rod again.

"Lady, my ass." Jeff said. "He's been rolling around with a couple of the sailors on the aft deck." 

"Really? A shame, I thought he was kind of cute." Her eyes lit up mischievously. "Hey, I know a spell a wizard invented to get his wife to finally like giving head. It's supposed to make semen taste like honey. I wonder what that spell would act like on you? Your cum might taste like Cordilleran Brandy, or something."

He chuckled. "Yeah, and it might come out as acid or lava or something, too."

She frowned. "Yes, that's true. And I can't cast a healing spell if my mouth is burnt. Better just come on my tits, then."

Jeff cursed and grabbed a rope flailing from the forward mast to help him keep his feet on the pitching deck. He raised the wand to cast its spell again. The wand summoned a stone wall about a foot thick and about 20 feet tall by five feet wide- Jeff guessed it was usually used to form a barrier or a bridge. Jeff was summoning the things fifty feet up in the air and letting them come plunging down onto the pirate ships that were attacking his own ship. 

The tactic had been devilishly effective- one of the three attacking ships was already sunk, and another was sinking. Unfortunately, both of those ships had been attached to Jeff's much bigger ship by numerous grappling lines. He was afraid his ship- the passenger liner Queen Boudda- was slowly being dragged down by the pressure. 

The storm wasn't helping much, either- hellishly strong winds had come seemingly out of nowhere as the third pirate ship had sealed the trap on the Queen Boudda, and lighting and thunder ripped the skies. 

The ambush had started at mid-day, and they had run from the two pirate ships easily. As dusk approached, they saw the third pirate ship ahead of them, and realized their dilemma. 

The ship's captain had swore and complained viciously, because his ship was already on a ransom mission to the pirate city of Kadiz. It was an accepted practice that a ransom ship could fly the yellow and blue flag of ransom and be unmolested on its journey to Kadiz, he had moaned. Otherwise, how could the ransoms ever be paid by the families of those taken by pirates? 

But Jeff had heard one of the ship's officer's mutter that in that case they shouldn't sail these waters so often under that flag when they were not on a ransom mission, as that might get old with the sea-wolves. And anyway, these were pirates, after all. They could keep all the ransom on this ship and wait for yet another ransom to be sent. 

Jeff had taken part in the defense of the ship, as had many other passengers, warriors, mages, druids, etc. Zakria, who had very little offensive magic but was very skilled in healing magic, was serving below decks in the hospital section. 

Jeff had quickly learned that the pirate ships- like the Queen Boudda itself- were well-shielded from the standard offensive spells his selection of wands and what-not offered- lightning bolts and fireballs and the like. So much for the Harry Potter-esque thrill of flailing a wand around. It was to be arrow and spear, sword and cutlass for the most part.

Using the stone walls as aerial torpedoes had been something he had come up with in desperation, and had come only after the pirates had already began boarding in waves. 

Cursing again, he dropped the wand and pulled out his revolver as a pair of pirates rushed him, bloodied weapons raised. He wasn't sure how he hit anything while the deck was rolling like an amusement park ride, but they both went down as he emptied the chambers. 

He heard a crack that drowned out the roar of his pistol and turned to see the main mast come falling down and he was thrown violently to the deck as the ship pitched. In almost the same moment, a huge bolt of lightning struck somewhere aft with a deafening clap of doom, and though he could hear and see nothing more, he felt the ship shudder ominously beneath him. 

"She's coming apart. Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" People were yelling and shrieking, and a whole new level of pandemonium was presenting itself.

Pushing himself to his feet, he began to run for his cabin. The revolver was gone. All his magic items, all his gold- everything that gave him an even chance in this crazy world was there. He had to get it back.

"Master!" 

"Giton! Where are you?" He was flailing desperately in the pitching, roiling water, and a rope landed across his head with a stinging impact. He grabbed it and yanked on it like his life depended on it- which it did. 

Giton helped him scramble half atop the large floating chest. With a half-sob, he realized it was one of the three that he had packed along for the trip. "God bless you, Giton. God bless you!" 

"Where is the mistress, master?"

He shook his head, looking out at the storm-tossed waves in the darkness. 

The storm seemed to last forever, but long before the first gleanings of dawn brightened the eastern horizon the sky cleared and the sea calmed. Jeff and Giton began gathering every bit of debris and detritus they could find, and a rough raft was beginning to form. 

They found fellow survivors, too- Maritus, the halfling cook on the Queen Boudda, who had lashed himself to several half-kegs of ale, and a pair of sailors named Hansen and Louf who were riding a spar from a mast. As dawn came up they found a pair of nobles who were clutching a cask of water- a man calling himself Ules, Count of Aelion and his cousin Ardenn, who was draped in enough jewelry to nearly make up for the fact that her dress was in soggy tatters. 

Then they saw the pirates. There were two of them, easily identified by the gaudy, vari-colored jackets they had wadded atop the pair of planks they had lashed together. 

"We'd have a better chance together." Jeff noted, raising his voice loud enough for the pirates to hear. Ules sputtered.

"You can't be serious. They'll cut our throats the first chance they get."

Jeff frowned. "Oh, I'm serious, all right. This is about survival now, and I imagine they have at least as many skills that will come in handy as you do, count." Jeff had a wistful thought that he wished he had watched more episodes of Survivor on TV, but he'd never much cared for network television.

"Looks like one of them is injured, master." Giton observed.

Jeff nodded agreement. "See there, Count Ules? We have the numbers, and they don't even have a sword between them, and one of them is hurt."

Ules sniffed. "I still say it's a bad idea. But let it be on your head, then."

As they neared, Jeff saw with surprise that both of the pirates were female, and one that he had thought was black was in fact what he had been told was an ash-lander. An grayish-blue elf- with reddish-orange hair and startling green eyes.. 

"Ladies, can we offer a truce?" Jeff said softly as they drifted to within a few feet.

The ash-lander stared at him with baleful eyes. "We don't seem to have much choice." She glanced meaningfully at her partner, who was leaking clouds of blood into the water. She was pale and drawn and barely conscious. "What are the terms of this truce?"

Jeff shrugged. "We work together to survive. Equals. Partners. If we're rescued by our folks, we speak up for you, if we're rescued by yours, you speak up for us."

She smirked. "So if we're picked up by a Navy Cruiser out of Avincor, they won't hang us because you'll speak up for us. And if our mates pick us up, they won't draw and quarter the lot of you on account of us saying you're a swell group of fellows?" She had a deep, rasping voice and a sarcastic glint in her eyes despite her predicament.

Jeff smiled warmly. "Exactly. So you're in?"

Jeff frowned. He'd played the game of fantasizing what he'd take with him if he was ever shipwrecked on a desert island. A choice selection of CD's, an endless supply of bud light, a couple dozen Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, or maybe just Angela Jolie. 

But here he was, with none of the above, just a mixed group that was either scornfully disdainful of him or hopelessly dependant on him to get them out of here, to make it all right.

He thought idly about strapping Count Ules back onto the raft and pushing it out in the outgoing tide. That would be a definite plus. And the ash-lander pirate Saetha wasn't much friendlier. 

At least the island wasn't a desert one. There was fresh water, and fruit-filled trees, and the sea was full of fish. Lots of sun and sand. Hell, it was almost a tropical paradise. But they were hard at work getting the fuck out of paradise.

Because drums beat at night from the forested hills above the beach, and both the pirates and the sailors both knew many a tale of cannibalistic natives that inhabited the islands in these waters.

They had built crude huts, hidden within the confines of the treeline so a passing boat wouldn't spot them. Jeff had made strict rules about foraging inland, and they even confined their work on their makeshift boat to a few short hours when they figured the chances were shortest of natives being about. 

So other than the fact there was constantly at least 2 people on watch at all times, there was a lot of down time. Jeff was the only person who had his own hut: Giton stayed with the sailors, the nobles paired up together and the halfling stayed with the pirates in order to treat the injured pirate Mesthenes, who was recovering well under his care.

Jeff spent most of the time going through the items in his chest. To his dismay, this had been the least helpful of the three chests he might have ended up with: it contained mostly items that Fergus Willsmith himself had never identified or at least never catalogued, and so it was full of potential that wasn't doing Jeff a lot of good at the moment.

There was one item that he found especially intriguing, though. A jeweled skull- the jewels actually set into the bone in intricate patterns. He wasn't even sure it was a real skull, but it had an odd, eerie beauty to it, and he had found himself leaving it out by the side of his pallet. 

By the third night after he removed it from the chest, he realized it was affecting his dreams. He believed it was trying to contact him somehow, trying to tell him something. But the message was lost in the content of the dreams, because they were universally sexual in nature. Vividly, vividly sexual. He dreamed of hot, sweaty limbs and soft silken sheets. Buckets of cum strewn around piles of bodies, writhing in ecstasy. Moaning and groaning and lines of long, hard cocks penetrating hot, eager pussies in unison. Soft tongues and wet holes, and the frenzied plunging thrust of hips.

He woke every morning with a raging hard on, and he thought of Saetha with her long, lean, wiry limbs and her high, firm ass and those taunting eyes. He thought of Ardenn with her soft, voluptuous body and her heavy, hanging tits, framed by her luxurious black hair. Even Mesthenes, injured as she was, wasn't above a wicked thought or two, with her curly dirty-blonde hair and her soft brown eyes.

He stroked his rigid pole idly, tracing a finger down its length softly and cupping his balls gently. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, and the image of a gaping mouth eagerly awaiting his bursts of jism flooded his eyes.

He gripped himself around the very base of his cock and squeezed hard, and began stroking himself firmly. His other hand circled the knob of his cock and began a rapid, gentle drumming on the sensitive area underneath the shaft. He moaned again and began pumping with the top hand and twisting with the bottom. He felt the heat rise within the shaft, and released the lightly place his palm against the underside and begin a fast fanning motion, his other hand returning to his nuts to squeeze and cup. In his minds eye he could see the eager mouth, waiting for his seed.

He was breathing fast now, and he suddenly twisted upright to his knees and began savagely pounding the length of his cock with his fist. He grunted aloud when the first burst jetted forth with a clearly audible spitting sound, and watched as the pearly fluid arced through the air to land squarely between the jeweled skulls gaping teeth. 

Instantly he heard the voice in his head- a woman's voice, sultry and purring. "Ahh-ahhhh! At last! You took forever, you great dunce. Feed me more!"

Without hesitation, but with a feeling of sort of being outside his body looking on, he continued to aim his still spurting cock at the skull. His orgasm was strangely intense, like a focused needle of pleasure was forcing itself up and out of his cock. Even his last spurt managed to carry to the mouth of the skull, and in his mind he heard a distinct swallowing sound and a sigh of pleasure. Then the tone changed abruptly.

"I thought you were never going to get the message, you dolt! Do you know how long I've been without man-seed? What does a girl have to do to get what she needs around here? What are you, some kind of prudish priest, or are you just fucking incapable of getting it up?"

Jeff tilted his head, carefully scrutinizing the skull, which was unchanged and certainly unmoving. "OK, there's finally no doubt- I'm off my freakin' rocker."

"That might well be, O bright one, but it doesn't change the fact that you finally figured out how to invoke me. And I'm just about the best friend a guy like you can have...



Rescue Mission Ch. 03



Jeff scratched his head as he stared at the bejeweled skull sitting on the makeshift pillow- a folded blanket at the end of his sleeping pallet. The skull was mounted on a small ebony base by a metallic rod that ran up through the middle of it. It contained the entire lower jaw, and was posed in an open-mouthed position, and something about its shape was subtly different than a human skull. Longer, wider from front to back or something- but the jewels and the carvings on it seemed to distort the dimensions to the eye a little.

"So let me get this straight." Jeff asked aloud. "You were once some sort of wizard-queen or something, until you pissed off this demi-god or something, and so he cursed you to eternal life as a disembodied skull. " 

"Something like that," The voice in his head reminded him a little of Jessica Rabbit and he grinned at the thought. "A couple of minor details could stand correcting. For one thing, I was an empress, not some piddling queen. And not cursed to eternal life exactly, either 'Cuz this aint exactly living, stud."

Jeff shrugged. "Whatever. And now you're going to show me how to get the power to get us all out of here and off this island, and show me all kinds of stuff that'll make me a prince among men, etc, etc. And why exactly would you do all that, again?"

He almost felt the shrug get returned mentally. "Well, for one thing, there's not a whole lot else to do to pass the time. I can only communicate with my owner, and right now, that's you. And besides, you look like you're going to be a lot more fun than the last set of stuffy, fat old men who've had me lately."

"So why didn't Willsmith use you, then?" He asked. He had the feeling this was something like having a genie, and he remembered vividly that in most of the stories he'd read, the genies were usually at least latently resentful, if not downright malevolent.

"That limp-dicked idiot was too stupid to know what he had on his hands. He never even took me out of the box to see what he had. Too bad for him- I could have helped him out with his little problem with the demoness, among other things."

Jeff wasn't so sure if maybe Willsmith didn't have other reasons for not invoking the skull. Then again, maybe he was starting to get paranoid in this crazy-ass world of magic and mages. And who could blame him for that?

"OK- what do I call you, anyway?"

A dry mental sigh. "I went by a lot of names over the centuries I was alive. I always liked Maelithette EverBurning. Maelit of the hundred beds. Mael Sindrinker.' She sighed again. "Some of my favorite nicknames were the EverReady, Divine Harlot, or the Eternal Supplicant of Lust. I tell ya- there were whole cycles of myths about my skills in the bed-chamber, and a lot of it was based on fact. Ah, the good old days."

"Let's go with Maelit, then. I kind of like that." Jeff said. "So what can you do to help me? Can you show me how to use the rest of the stuff in the chest?"

"Pshaw. Those are toys. I can show you how to wield real power. How to control the minds of men- and women- and bend them to your own will and desires. How to have whatever you can want, whatever you can conceive, at the snap of a finger."

"OK- so show me something."

She sighed again, this time in exasperation. "You have to supply me with power first, wonder-boy. I haven't been in the presence of a serious orgasm in a couple of decades. I need some serious sex to start happening, and you jacking off is only enough to wake me up a little. Go out and bring a woman in here and bang the shit out of her, for D'bel's sake."

Jeff frowned. "You're like the third person I've met here who gets charged up by sex." He noted. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, mind you. But where can I get me some of that kind of magic?"

"Stick around, Stud-muffin. There's a lot of power on a lot of different levels involved with sex, and I know all the tricks to attune yourself to it. But first, I need to get more than this bare pulse of energy. Look- If you need help getting into somebody's skirts, I can help with that- but you have to get them close-at least inside the hut here. I can read most folks' surface thoughts, and even influence their emotions a little. But right now I'm so weak it's getting hard to even keep this little bit of communication up. So I'm going to shut down. Go get busy screwing something, dammit!"

 Panicked shouts from outside brought Jeff hurrying out of his hut. A scrawny figure was sprinting into camp, obviously terrified. 

"Giton! What's wrong?" Jeff called as his manservant came skidding to a halt in front of him, eyes wide with fear.

"Boats, Master. Canoes- cannibals! A half dozen of them."

A chill of fear went down Jeff's spine. "Are they coming ashore?"

Giton shook his head, breathing heavily, his eyes wide with near panic. "They're rowing out past the breakers, moving along the shore-line. Like they're looking for us."

"Shit." Jeff said. Other castaways were drawing closer, drawn by the scene, "OK, calm down. They don't know we're here, or they'd be all over us. Nobody has any fire going, they aren't going to spot us unless we do something stupid."

He looked around the group. Everyone in the small community was present except the pirate Mesthines, who had taken a fever from her wounds. He thought about the skull and glanced at the two women present. Both were highly fuckable- Ardenn was soft and voluptuous and Saetha was exotic and enticing, with her fire-orange hair, ashlander skin and flashing green eyes. If Maelit wasn't bullshitting, all he had to do was get either of them into the hut and she'd do the rest.

But Count Ules seemed to sense his interest, and Jeff saw him dig his fingers almost cruelly into the flesh of his cousin's arm and pull her closer. Well, that made the decision easier. 

"We need to come up with a battle plan. Saetha- you're the best fighter amongst us. My hut in fifteen minutes?"

Fifteen minutes later Saetha knocked on the bamboo poles that framed the entrance to the hut and entered without waiting to be invited. She slowly took in the contents of the hut- the open chest and its various contents spread about the room.

"This one is a pirate through and through," noted Maelit silently inside Jeff's head. "She's thinking she could kill you right now and slip away with all this loot. If she decides to do that, I won't have time to warn you. I think she'll shift her weight onto her right foot before she makes her move."

"Um- how's Mesthines doing?" Jeff said quickly, hoping to get the pirate's mind off of mayhem. 

Saetha shrugged casually, locking eyes with him. "You wanted to talk about how we'd fight if they came?"

Maelit chimed in again. "She's very worried about her lover. If it wasn't for her, this one would have left you all on your own right off the bat. Wow- she really doesn't like men- was this the only woman you could get in here? She's going to be something of a challenge." Maelit sounded like she was having fun.

"Look- I might be able to help her." Jeff said to the Ashlander. "I mean, I'm not much of a healer, but I might be able to come up with something..."

"For what price, wizard?" Her eyes flashed angrily. She reminded him of Grace Jones in those old Conan movies- wild and feral and dangerous. "I don't go in debt willingly, and never to your kind."

He spread his hands helplessly. "If we don't get out of here soon, the cannibals will find us sooner or later. Probably sooner."

She shrugged. "They might get you all, but they'll never catch me, not in the woods."

"They'll get Mesthines, though. You can't keep her safe." Jeff pointed out.

"Hey- you're pretty good at this." Maelit said in his head. "Ah-hah; she knows a little about magic- tell her you're a follower of D'bel, and she'll know exactly what you want her for- and I can see how she reacts."

He shrugged. "Look- I know you don't like me much. But we have to work together. I -- I'm a follower of D'bel. If there was any other way, I'd use it. But the Count keeps a close watch on his cousin and...."

She sneered. "So that's it? You want me to whore myself out for your magic." She tilted her head and stared at him steadily. He had a couple of aces in the hole- when the ship went down he was wearing a magic ring on each hand: the one on his left produced a powerful shock when he touched someone with it, and the other threw out a sledgehammer of force for a couple of dozen feet. He figured he could put her down if it came to it, and if she so much as leaned to her right...

Maelit crowed with delight inside his head. "She's going to do it. She doesn't trust you for shit, and she's sure you're going to backstab her in the end, but she knows its' her only chance to get her girl out alive. Whip that puppy out and tell that bitch to get on her knees!"

Jeff frowned. "Look, Saetha- I can't make you believe me, but I'll swear to you, on anything you want me to, that I'll do everything I can to get you all off this island and safe somewhere. "

She shrugged again. "Come on, don't drag this out. Let's get this over with." Without another word she began to disrobe. She glanced up at him as she struggled with her boots. "What are you waiting for?"

"Get a move on, idiot!" Maelit snarled in his head. "I need cum. Buckets and buckets, and keep it coming."

Saetha stood naked before him and he took in the sight. She was tall and lean, and her tits were surprisingly full, the only soft looking thing on her. He felt the stirrings in his loins, and he finally began undressing. 

She glanced at his makeshift bed- an arrangement of palm fronds and blankets and shook her head in disgust. As his pants dropped to the floor and his manhood sprang free she pursed her lips and reached out a hand to stroke him.

"Apparently you're hung a lot better than the menfolk of her people." Maelit noted. "She's still faintly considering taking you out, by the way." Maelit said as the Ashlander dropped to her knees and engulfed his burgeoning manhood within her mouth.

"Great." He noted with trepidation. But a few bobs of her head and he was flying at full staff despite his unease. She wasn't an incredible fellatrix, but she was surprisingly energetic, and her hands stroked his thighs and buttocks as she serviced him. He'd had worse and still loved it.

"Tell her to stick her finger up your ass!" Maelit panted with excitement.

"Shut the hell up." He muttered beneath his breath. He moaned aloud as she worked his tool- she was only able to take about half his length, but her lips were soft and her tongue flitted around his head at the top of each stroke in a most pleasing manner. 

"Oh, shit. I'm already almost there." He said -- worried that she would get upset if he came in her mouth. Instead she grabbed his nutsack softly in one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his cock firmly and doubled the speed of her bobbing. 

He came hard, and his knees went weak as jets of semen poured down her throat. She kept milking him until he stopped spurting, and rose to her feet. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand as she faced him. "Is that enough?" She asked.

"Not even!" Screamed Maelit. "Hell, she was even digging that a little. She wouldn't mind if you ate her out. You ever taste dark elf pussy?"

He smiled at the comment and surprisingly enough Saetha returned the gesture. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder to pull her close. He kissed her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. One hand cupped a firm tit and the other reached around to cup her tight little ass. He was still hard enough to cut diamonds- he wondered if that was because it had been awhile or if Maelit had something to do with that. 

He scooped her up, amazed at how light she was, and lifter her high in the air. "Grab the ceiling poles." He said, and she did, taking most of her weight off him. He then lifted her in front of him and stuck his head between her legs, like a backwards piggy-back ride. Her muff was exposed to his mouth, and he inhaled her deeply. He dipped a tongue into her slit and he felt her legs quiver around his ears. 

She had an vaguely citrus-like tang, and he lapped at her cunt lips eagerly before tracing his tongue up to her clit, which was surrounded by a circular ridge he'd never encountered on a woman before. He licked his way around the circle and she moaned.

"Oh, the little bitch likes that!" Maelit croaked. "Her girlfriend sucks the whole mess into her mouth and works with her with her tongue. Yes- like that. Bite her just a little. Mmm- she's grooving on that."

She was- she was writhing on his shoulders and moaning so loudly that he knew the rest of the camp could probably hear what was going on clearly. Not that he gave a fuck at the moment. He alternated between her clit and her pussy, lapping at her juices, which were flowing freely, sometimes guided by the gleeful voice inside his head that showed him just exactly what she liked.

He dug his fingers hard into the globes of her ass and growled as he shook his head back and forth against her mound. "She's about to come!" Maelit announced.

He hardly needed the warning- she shrieked like a banshee and squirted cum-juices like a man, bathing his chin. She let go of the ceiling poles and collapsed forward, cradling his head as she moaned and humped against his mouth. 

When she stopped he lifted her off and placed her on the ground, then swiftly turned her around and bent her over. His cock found her engorged lips like a heat-seeking missile, and he plunged into her with an animal growl of lust. He held himself inside her and she ground herself hard against him. She reached forward and placed her hands against the top of the chest and he began rogering her vigorously. She grunted in time with him, and their sweat mingled as they worked themselves furiously against each other. Maelit was humming happily in his head, and he felt himself getting close again.

He grabbed Saetha's hips and lifted her off the ground with the force of his thrusts, and she began contracting around his cock as she came again, and that was plenty to send his own seed flying. They collapsed against the wooden chest, and lay against each other, panting.

He nuzzled her long, pointy ears and she arched her back in pleasure. "This isn't half as bad as I thought it'd be." She murmured, and Maelit giggled wickedly inside Jeff's head. 

"That'd be because of me!" Maelit exulted. "Hell, between the two of us, we might have turned her life around! Next time she captures a ship she might rape a crewman or two before she throws them overboard with a slit throat."

"Let's give that shitty little bed of yours a try." The Ashlander said in a sultry voice, and a few moments later Jeff was sucking and kissing her tits while one hand gently caressed an ear as the other flitted around her pussy. 

"Don't you ever go down?" Saetha asked as her own hand found his still rigid pole and began softly stroking it. He explored her body with his mouth and hands for what seemed like hours, and finally she pushed him down on his back and mounted him. She moved her body in strong, rhythmic arches that soon had them both gasping with pleasure. 

He lost count of how often they fucked, but at some point they both fell asleep. He woke when the Ashlander shook him on the shoulder. A glance thru the copious cracks in the shelter showed that it was night outside. 

Saetha was glaring at him. "You have to be getting somewhere by now. My cunt is sore, my asshole is sore, my tits are sore and I think I have lock-jaw. I feel like I've been through a fortnight with an imperial torturer. And you still can't do anything to break Mesthine's fever? She can't last long like this."

Jeff hung his head. "I'm sorry. Not yet- I told you I wasn't much of a healer. But go sit with her- I'm going to try to come up with something. I'll be there as quick as I can."

"You'd damned well better." She warned as she stalked away. They had come to know each other- you couldn't help but considering what they'd been up to, and Jeff genuinely had come to genuinely like the dark pirate, and thought maybe she felt the same. 

Still, he had no doubt that if Mesthine died, Saetha would try to kill him...

"The glorious fucking machine is finally awake!" Maelit exulted when he touched the skull lightly. Kind of like an on/off switch, he noticed. "Hey- where's your mount? You need to get to fucking, big boy!"

He shook his head, even though she couldn't possibly see it. "Not now. You need to come up with a few solutions, right away."

He could almost feel her pouting. "But I need cum. You've only just started to charge me up. Get that bitch back in here and bend her over that chest again. Or throw her ankles over your shoulders and pound her into submission. I love it when you make her start babbling incoherently."

"No more fucking until you come up with something." He said sternly. "Besides- you find a way to get the other girl healthy and we can have a real orgy in here."

"Hey- yeah. And that'd be an improvement- this half-way stuff is just leaving me hungry for more. Hmm...." Maelit was silent for several long moments, then she perked up. "That white wand has something restorative about it. The one in the brown case. Bring it here next to me." 

Jeff did so. "Take it out and hold it in your right hand." He did- it was only about six inches long and about as wide as a fountain pen. It was bone or ivory, and faint scratching wound around it. 

"OK," Maelit said. "Get your meat out and stroke yourself with your left hand and stick the thing in my mouth like it was a cock. Move it in and out at the rhythm that you pump your cock."

Puzzled, he followed her instructions. As he did so, he looked around at some of the other objects that came from the chest. If he had to do this with all of them it was going to get interesting when it came time to learn what the heavy-looking hammer or that black crystal ball could do...

He gradually hardened under his self-ministrations, and Maelit stayed silent for the entire while. 

"Hey- you getting anywhere?" he finally prodded.

"Shh. Keep stroking. Let me know when you're close to coming."

He frowned and concentrated on pleasuring himself. He thought about some of the athletics of the past night, and of the lithe, hard body and wickedly passionate instincts of the pirate he'd been fucking. Maelit had told him she was developing a real enjoyment in giving head, and the relative power it gave her over him. She was definitely developing her own little tricks- she was now able to take almost all of him down her throat without gagging, and her tongue was a wonder .

"OK- I'm getting close." He panted. 

"Give it to me, baby." Maelit urged. "Spill your come right onto my forehead. Don't stop fucking my mouth with the wand. There you go. Almost there.....come on.....come on.....yessssss! Spurt on me, baby. Give me everything you got."

Like always, his cum disappeared on contact with her skull, and he felt the tingle in the base of his skull that he was coming to regard as something akin to Maelit's own orgasm that accompanied his.

"Ah, that's better. Yeah- yeah; this thing has healing properties. I'll stick the control words in your head- just concentrate on the symbols- the one that looks like a sun is for wounds, the one with the winged snake is for diseases. Sounds like your little pirate princess might need both. It also can provide warmth and light and even keep away some minor types of undead, too. Kind of a handy little toy, really, if you like those sorts of things. So go get the cunt better so she can come over here and be a pivot girl."

Jeff shook his head in wonder as he stepped out of the hut. 

He heard the drums as he was halfway across the hearing. They weren't anything new- they'd been present nearly every night. But these sounded close- very close. He ran the rest of the way to Saetha's hut, and she was coming out the door, makeshift spear in hand. 




Rescue Mission Ch. 03



"Are we under attack?" She asked calmly, eyes darting around in the gathering darkness. 

"Not yet, but if they're that close there's no chance we're not found out in the morning." He waved the wand. "Get me to Mesthines- I don't know how long this will take." 

He concentrated on the symbols on the wand and the words came to him just like Maelit said they would, and almost instantly the pirate looked better, though she remained unconscious. 

"We need to move her to my hut. If I can figure out a way to get us out of here we might not have time to get back here." Jeff said.

Saetha nodded wordlessly and grabbed one end of the makeshift cot. As they wrestled her into Jeff's doorway they heard a shriek of pain, and they darted back outside. 

The sailor Louf was hanging desperately onto the legs of a huge, barbaric looking warrior, who was ignoring him as he choked the life out of the Halfling Maritus, holding him clear off the ground despite the length of spear sticking out of his side. 

Saetha darted forward and flung the spear in her hands. It struck the cannibal in the side just below the armpit, sinking in the entire length of the knife-bladed spear-head. The pirate fell to the ground with a grunt, dropping the Halfling. 

Saetha ran up and retrieved the spear, thrusting twice more to be sure the cannibal was dead. "Were there more?" She snarled at Louf, whose head was a mess of blood. 

"He killed Hansen. Bashed his head right in." Louf rambled, and the Ashlander reached down and slapped him hard across the face. "Was he alone?"

Louf nodded, staring at the dead cannibal. "But he killed Hansen." He said numbly.

Jeff cursed. "When he doesn't get back to their camp they'll come looking for him."

Saetha nodded grimly.

"Baby? " The voice made them turn. Mesthines was leaning against the doorway of Jeff's hut, pale as a ghost and obviously on the verge of falling. "Is everything OK?"

As Saetha ran to her, Jeff moved over to inspect the dead cannibal. The man was massive- he had to be nearly seven feet tall, and his body was incredibly thick and stout- almost like an orc. His features were coarse and almost Neanderthal to Jeff's eye. He looked for all the world like a giant cave-man. 

He was scarred and tattooed in intricate patterns over most of his flesh, and his teeth were filed to uneven points. He wasn't quite dead yet, but it was happening as Jeff watched, the eyes filming over slowly, the body going slack.

Then Count Ules stepped forward and bent down to the dead man. He stuffed what looked like a burnt vegetable in the open mouth and began chanting and waiving his hands in passes. Startled, Jeff stepped back and looked around. Then he noticed Ardenn. 

The Count's cousin was standing directly behind him as he worked his spell, and her appearance had taken a decided turn for the worse. Her eyes were sunken in and staring, and she had a vivid wound encircling her throat. 

Jeff had seen Thriller often enough to note that they had actually done a pretty good job at portraying what she had apparently become- a Zombie. And as Ules rose to his feet with a gleeful cackle, the cannibal rose up to a sitting position with the same dead expression. 

Jeff stepped back in horror, staring at the man. The word popped into his head- Necromancer. 

Ules grinned. "What's the matter? They were both nearly dead and useless, and now they can fight to protect us all. And when I convert a few more of them before their very eyes, they'll probably flee in abject terror. Or maybe even fall to their knees in front of me....." His eyes were quite mad. 

To be continued...



Rescue Mission Ch. 04



The sounds of battle resounded through the little village of huts- the shrill screams and war-cries of the cannibals intermingling with the dull, mindless roars of rage from the zombies. 

Saetha and Giton stood at the door of Jeff's hut, where the last few remaining survivors of the shipwreck had taken a last stand. "Looks like Ules is getting more powerful- he can make a zombie out of a corpse almost as soon as it falls now- but the natives are hacking them apart so fast that this could still go either way." The Ashlander pirate noted with a professional detachment.

Whichever party won the battle outside, it wasn't likely to go well for the four people in the hut. Saetha had already killed a pair of cannibals and bashed in the head of a zombie as each came through rents in the hut, but for the most part both sides were concentrating on each other for the moment. 

In the meantime, in the midst of all this hell, Jeff was receiving a superb blow job in the middle of the hut.

"Gods dammit all to hell, Maelit." Jeff silently shouted inside his head. "Find us a way out of here NOW!"

The carven and decorated skull that was his telepathic mentor and confidant sighed mentally with exasperation inside his skull. She was currently using her arcane powers to sort through the dozens of magical items strewn about the room, trying to divine what their properties were and if they could help in the current situation. 

In Jeff's opinion, she lacked any real sense of urgency, and was much more interested in having sexual acts going on around her than actually helping. He wondered if she actually needed it like she said, or if she just wanted some way to have some sort of control over him. 

Still, she had undeniably been a help so far. "I'm trying, wonder-boy." She projected. "I think I'm sensing something that might help. Come all over blondies' face and I might just have it."

The other pirate was on her knees, blonde head bobbing back and forth on Jeff's jutting rod. He couldn't help but admire her talent and her focus on getting the job done- she was good enough to have him approaching orgasm despite the imminent danger and the general havoc going on around them. 

Mesthines was literally just off her sick-bed, too, still pale and weak. But as soon as Saetha told her about D'bel and what needed to be done for Jeff to get power- which was the story as far as the Ashlander knew it- she had walked over and dropped in front of him without another word.

She reached underneath now and gently stroked his nutsack with long fingernails as her other hand traced a line up the crevasse of his ass-cheeks. Her head began pistoning back and forth like a machine, and her soft lips brushed the length of his manhood, while her tongue laved his cock with warm wetness. He felt his toes curl up in pleasure, and when she suddenly grabbed both ass-cheeks fiercely and planted her lips all the way against the base of his cock, shoving him deep down her throat he felt himself go over the edge, and he spurted deep into her throat.

"On her face! Pull out and get her face. Yes- like that- all in her hair and everything!" Maelit crowed in delight inside his head.

His knees shuddered with the force of his orgasm. Since he'd come into possession of the disembodied skull-queen, his orgasms felt much more intense, and produced a ton of cum. He could also swear he was a little larger than ever, and there was absolutely no doubt that he could get harder faster and stay that way longer than ever before. 

But he was quickly distracted when the whole hut shook as a cannibal came crashing through the flimsy reed walls,

"Maelit!" He shouted it out loud this time, as Saetha instantly pierced the attacker with her spear. As he writhed in agony on the blade, scrawny little Giton came up from behind and whacked his head with a heavy club, ending his screaming 

"Ok, ok. Geez, give a girl a chance to swallow, for crying out loud. Hmm...There's a sash- it looks like a thick band of green canvas. Spread it out and say the words I put in your head and you've got yourself a nice little flying carpet."

"No shit? Will it carry all of us?"

"Well, the bigger you make it, the slower it is, and the less range. Better it's just you -- and maybe that blonde cock-sucker, too. Yeah, we're going to need her."

Jeff shook his head. He'd like to think the skull was joking, but he knew better. He picked up the green cloth and spread it out. "Giton- get everything packed in the chest- quickly. We're getting out of here. "

A few minutes later they were ready to go. The carpet was expanded to its maximum size: about the size of a queen-sized bed, and he sat cross-legged in fine Arabian Nights style at its front as it wallowed sluggishly into the air. He sat Maelit's skull in his lap and heard her make a contented purring sound as he did so. They eased slowly up through the rent walls of the hut and into the afternoon sky.

A cry went up from the combatants in the village as the fugitives slowly rose into the air. It was Jeff's first view of the battlefield, and it was a grisly sight. To kill a zombie you had to essentially decapitate it, or at least destroy the brain- although dismemberment was a viable alternative. The whole village was a mass of blood and limbs, and the battle still raged on. There were at least three times as many natives as there were zombies, but the odds changed every time a cannibal went down. 

Jeff spotted Count Ules in a makeshift tree-stand, chanting and gesturing, and a black beam of force arced forth from his hands to animate another fallen cannibal on the ground below. The Count spared a glance up at the carpet and Jeff's blood froze at the madness and rage in the face. 

"Flee, you cowards. My servants will hunt you down wherever you go. I will have my vengeance!"

"Whatever!" Jeff yelled back, having failed to come up with anything wittier. A cannibal's spear whizzed by- surprisingly close- and he quickly focused his attention back on getting the carpet higher. The island quickly fell behind them as they headed directly out to sea, away from the carnage. 

The chest was right behind him on the carpet, and the other occupants were spaced around it, clutching onto it for support. The carpet wasn't quite stable, and every once in a while it would sort of wobble in the air. Jeff figured they were about a hundred feet up and going hardly a little faster than a walk, or at best a slow jog, and that was as high and fast as he could coax it to go.

"Is this all she's got?" He asked mentally. 

"Look- I didn't build it." Maelit sniffed. "Get rid of some ballast if you want to go faster."

He turned to the dark elf. "Which way?" 

Her green eyes were surprisingly full of fear- something he'd never seen in them before. She nodded generally South East, clutching tightly to the chest in the middle of the carpet with both hands. 

Mesthines, on the other hand, was enjoying the trip, and laughed aloud in pleasure. Her face and hair was still coated with some of his dried semen, and he wondered at how it could make her look so good. He felt his cock shift at the thought, and Maelit purred again in his head.

They travelled all day without spotting a ship or any signs of humanity- just sea birds and schools of fish and pods of whales and dolphins. As evening approached, they saw a fair sized island slightly to the South of their course. It had a distinctive set of forested hills with high, red cliffs.

"I know where we are." Mesthines said, the wind swirling her blonde curls about. "We've stopped here for water, and to divide loot up before. There's a stream on the South side that runs down to the shore, and there'll be wood for a fire. Maybe we can catch some lobsters or crabs or something, and I think there are wild pigs here, too."

They eventually came in for a rather clumsy landing on a stretch of white, sandy beach not far from the promised stream, and in short order had a decent little camp set up, with a fire roaring and field-expedient pots made from woven leaves to boil the lobster that Saetha dove for." 

After the meal they washed up in the stream, which was clear and cold, and within minutes the two pirates were entwined in a passionate embrace. They were oblivious to the men in the stream as they began to fondle and caress each other, the dark, bruise-colored skin of the Ashlander constrasting with the sun-bronzed tan of the blonde. 

Saetha was lean and hard-bodied- whereas Mesthines was lusciously full-figured, with a set of full, heavy tits that Saetha buried her face in eagerly.

"Get closer" urged Maelit. "The elf is a man-hater, but the blonde loves cock- she'll spread those long legs for you in a heartbeat. Tell them you need to charge up again."

Jeff scowled as he leaned back against a rock, feet floating lazily in the water. "Let them be for a minute. Mesthines' has been sick- let them be alone with each other for awhile."

"Don't come off all high and mighty with me." The voice cooed in his head. "You're the one with a raging hard on while you're watching them stroke each other. At least let the little gay-boy come over and stroke you off. Look at him; he's dying over your man-meat."

Jeff glanced at Giton, who was indeed staring at his exposed manhood, and quickly dropped his hips deeper into the water to hide his erection. 

"You really have to get over this prudishness." Maelit lectured. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let another one get you off. Just keep your eyes on the tits and ass over there and imagine you're in there with them."

"How about you just shut the fuck up for a little while?" Jeff grunted. 

The pirates' were giggling and laughing like young girls and whispering to each other as they caressed, and they both looked over at him and smiled. Saetha crooked a finger towards him and beckoned.

"Yeah, baby; party time!" Maelit exulted.

Jeff waded across the stream into their open arms, and was greeted by a fierce kiss on the lips from the dark elf, who twined her hand in his hair and fairly raped his mouth with her tongue. "I owe you, wizard. It seems so far that you are the rarest of things- a trustworthy wizard, and a man at that. You saved my partners life, and we've decided to pay you back a little."

"She's still half-considering marooning you here and taking all your loot." Maelit noted inside his head. "But at least she isn't thinking of slitting your throat anymore." 

Jeff vowed to keep the activation words to the carpet to himself, but the thought quickly fled as the blonde took her turn kissing him. The contrast between her and the dark elf continued even to their kisses: this was soft and warm and sensual. 

A hand reached down to grip his turgid manhood and began stroking. He reached out and with each hand grabbed a tit, and the thought struck him that overall, life was good since he came to this crazy world.

They ended up on the carpet, with Maelit's skull atop the chest grinning down at them. Mesthines squirmed atop the Ashlander and buried her face between her legs, wiggling her ass enticingly. Jeff took the hint and moved in quickly from behind. He eased his mushroom-head between her puffy cunt lips and groaned as her wetness sucked him in. He began a slow, steady pace, pounding her pussy with the length of his rod. She ground against him and rotated her hips while Saetha moaned in delight at her ministrations.

As her moans increased, Jeff felt his own need quicken, and he began driving harder and faster, shifting his hips on each stroke to come in from a different angle. He grabbed her hips as he felt her pussy begin to contract around his shaft in orgasm, and at the other end the dark-elf screamed out her own coming to the gathering night. Jeff let loose with a torrent of come, and he heard Maelit sigh blissfully in his head as he fell to the carpet beside the pirates. 

Saetha caught his eye and motioned with a nod to the side. Giton stood at the edge of the little clearing like a lost puppy, stroking his cock slowly. Saetha raised an eyebrow in question, and Jeff paused, shaking his head slightly. Why did every woman on this world want him to turn switch-hitter?

"You want to let the little guy come on in?" Mesthines whispered. " At least he can clean up after you, or something?". 

Saetha snorted in suppressed laughter and dipped a hand down to the blondes' cunt. "There's ought to be enough man-juice there to satisfy him." She turned her head to the servant. "Boy! Get over here."

Giton half-ran forward, his face full of mixed emotions. Saetha pointed. "I intend to dine on that pussy several times tonight, and I don't like the taste of man. Get it clean and keep it clean every time this barbarian messes it back up."

In the blink of an eye the man-servant was at work. Mesthines cooed delightedly. "Ooh- he's very energetic. And his moustache tickles!"

Jeff was worried that when Giton was done cleaning there he'd try to clean his cock next, so he reached out and pulled the dark-elf on top of him.

Her green eyes glittered as she grinned down at him. "I'm not fully converted to man-meat yet, wizard. But one more ride for old times sake might do the trick." 

She eased herself down his still rock-hard pole until she was fully impaled, then sat there a minute with her eyes closed before beginning to slowly manipulate her hips. Mesthines pushed the servant away and came over to begin sucking on her tits, and Jeff watched as the dark-elf smiled and arched her back. 

He tapped the globes of Mesthines ass and she obligingly shifted over to place her over his face. He concentrated on the engorged clit and soft, inviting hole in front of him, letting the Ashlander choose her own pace on his cock. 

He licked and sucked and ate Mesthines to several shuddering orgasms before he heard the dark elf start to go over the edge. She was a very vocal lover, and as she began half-moaning, half-shrieking Jeff felt a warm tongue bathing his balls and the base of his rod. 

Since he still had Mesthines' pussy planted on his face, he knew who it had to be, but at this point there wasn't much he could do about it- his own come was boiling up out of him as Saetha planted her feet squarely on the ground to either side of him and began bouncing up and down on his rod like a pogo stick, screaming like a banshee as she came repeatedly.

She kept riding him as he came in surge after surge of come, creating loud, squishy noises and bathing his nutsack in overflow, which was quickly cleaned off.

Finally Saetha ground down to a shuddering halt and collapsed against the blonde, who rolled her off Jeff's rod and onto the carpet. She pointed an imperious finger at the servant, who was obviously at the brink of plunging his mouth onto Jeff's cum-coated wand. Jeff wasn't sure what he would have done, but he was spared finding out when the blonde pirate came to his rescue. 

"You. Get to work- there's another pussy that needs cleaning." She reached out and grabbed the servant's hair and pulled him close, whispering something fiercely in his ear. He nodded and gulped and quickly went to work between the dark-elfs' legs.

Mesthines purred as she lay alongside Jeff. "A girl could get used to this. I love Saetha dearly, but a hard cock is sure good to have around. And my goodness- you are still hard! Funny- you don't look eighteen years old..." 

He lost count of the times he came that night.

He awoke when he felt the net fall over him. It was a little past dawn, and he was still naked, wrapped in his blanket, and somehow the skull was trapped in the net with him, pulled tightly against his side. 

He was lifted smoothly off the ground feet first, and as he dangled, he saw both pirates struggling in a similar net. There was no sign of Giton. 

Jeff stared at his captor from upside down. It was a red-headed woman- as thickly muscled as a pro wrestler and easily ten feet tall. She was clad only in a large animal skin- it looked like an entire bulls' hide. 

The attire was something out of the Flintstones- it went over one shoulder, exposing one massive tit, and barely reached down to cover her pubic area. It was cinched at the waist by a length of thick rope. She carried a huge spear in one hand and held the net up high with the other, easily dangling him off the ground as her single eye surveyed him with interest.

Another Cyclops that could have been her twin except for her dark hair held the pirates up at arms length for the same sort of inspection with the same ease.

"I'm hungry." The one holding the women said in a deep, guttural voice. "We could eat one of them now and just tell Celeyth we only found two of 'em."

"Ya idgit. Celeyth's already seen 'em- she sent us here for them, remember? Let's get them to her- maybe she'll give us one to play with." 

The one carrying Jeff scooped up the chest, and they were off, leaving the carpet lying in the clearing.

The trip through the forest was nightmarish. The Cyclops threw their prizes over their shoulders like sacks of grain, and Jeff bounced around upside down the whole trip. He caught glimpses of Saetha and Mesthines once in while, and they looked like they were having no more luck than he was with the thick, heavy net holding them.

Their captors took them through a cave in one of the red cliff faces, and suddenly they were out of the forest and in a settlement of white stone buildings and smooth pavement, with marble statuary of warriors and fantastic beasts in various stages of battle and fornication- sometimes seemingly at the same time.

A marble fountain dominated the center courtyard formed by the buildings. Jeff was silently cursing himself for not scouting the whole island from the air before camping for the night. Now they were prisoners, and potential foodstuffs.

"Relax, wonder-boy." Maelit said in his skull. "They were bluffing about eating you. Trying to put a scare into the lot of you. One of them even thinks you're kind of cute."

They were carried into a large, temple-like building, its open doors flanked by huge marble lions that reminded Jeff of something outside a library, somehow. The interior was lit by a layer of large windows across the entire top, essentially leaving the inside open to the elements. 

"Hail, Celeyth. We bring thee gifts." The two Cyclops chanted in near-harmony. The slung the nets forward, and Jeff went skidding across the floor, colliding with the women and bruising his hip badly against the jeweled skull.

"Quickly: say the word I put into your head, and place me around your neck as you get up." Maelit said.

Puzzled and somewhat stunned, Jeff said the word, and the pressure of the skull vanished against his side. 

"Rise in the presence of Celeyth." An imperious female voice said in crashing tones.

Shakily, Jeff pushed himself out of the net and halfway to his feet. He felt something in his fist and saw a silver chain in his hand, from which hung a small, jeweled skull. "Maelit?" he thought aloud. The jewels in the eyes seemed to flash, but no answer came, and he slipped the chain over his neck as smoothly as possible as he rose the rest of the way up, hoping the motion wasn't too obvious.

He stared at the creature before him. If the Cyclops' were huge, this woman was gigantic: even sitting on her carven throne she towered over everyone, and he guessed she would have to be nearly fifteen feet tall. 

She looked for all the world like a female Satyr on a titanic scale, except that her legs were those of a tiger, striped and padded, with white fur lining the inside of her thighs and trailing up her naked torso in a fine pale triangle to her belly button. 

She was utterly naked, and was muscular on an entirely different level than the Cyclops: where they were massive, she was lithely muscled. Her tits were inhumanly perfect, better than any silicon set Jeff had ever seen, like something out of a comic book. Even sitting perfectly still she emanated strength, grace and power. 




Rescue Mission Ch. 04



Her hair was a shade of such pale blonde it was practically white, and her eyes were startlingly green, and piercing in their intensity.

She stared silently at her three guests for several long moments, and Jeff spared a quick glance at the pirates. They were standing upright and proud- not exactly defiant, but certainly not cowed, either. The sight cheered him, and made him stand a little taller himself: no small feat when you're standing naked in front of a being like this. 

Finally the giantess spoke. "You stand before Celeyth, mortals. Do you bring me challenge?"

The three glanced at each other, somewhat incredulously. The thought of challenging this being was utterly ridiculous. But Jeff felt a flash of quick cold against his chest where Maelit lay, and before he could stop himself he heard his voice answer. "I bring you challenge, Goddess." A little voice in his head- his own, not Maelit's- was screaming in terror at his own foolishness.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise and she almost laughed, then quickly smoothed her features into an emotionless mask. "So be it. In one hour. Go and prepare yourself, mortal. Eat, and rest. " She nodded her chin upwards, and the three of them suddenly felt like they had been released from a grip they hadn't realized they were in.

As one they turned, and saw the pair of Cyclops standing there, mouth agape in horror. 

"You have quite a set of stones, little man." Noted the dark-haired Cyclops called Iante. 

"Yeah, not bad for a little fella like you at all." Said the other, Dina. "I was checking your package out on the way up the hill. You could almost work. It's a shame you're going to be lying in a couple of pieces in a little bit."

"That's not exactly what I meant," Noted Iante, rolling her eye. "The question about a challenge is a formality- part of the Lady's curse- she has to ask it of all newcomers. All you would have had to do was answer no to the challenge and we could have gone on from there, maybe done a little business, made a deal or two. There's usually a big profit in it for your sort, if you don't try to cheat the deal."

"Yes- why exactly did you challenge her, Jeff?" Saetha asked curiously. She was still buck-naked- they all three were, their clothing still back in camp. 

They were seated around a massive table in one of the other buildings, and this one seemed to serve as a pub or dining area. The table was stocked high with fruit and meat and cheese and the most potent beer Jeff had ever even smelled. Everything in this place was built to a scale that made Jeff feel like he needed a child's booster seat.

He shrugged indifferently in response to the question, but fumed mentally. "Oh- it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Look, you mind if I take a little walk around?" 

Dina waived her tankard casually. "Sure-feel free- but if you try to leave the limits of the pavement, you'll be fried by lightning on the spot. Just so ya know."

Jeff nodded and walked out into the fresh air. "So, Ok, Skull-Queen. I'd kind of like to know why I challenged a fifteen foot tall half-tiger giant, myself. Are you trying to get me killed so you can go to work for her?"

Maelit chuckled mentally. "Not hardly. I wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell of her letting me get my kicks. Hell, that's why I had to hide in her presence- if she'd of even sensed me she would have shut me down cold. No, there's a lot more to this. Do you know who she is?"

"Well, I know you made me call her 'goddess' when I challenged her. Remember? When I CHALLENGED a freakin' goddess. IS she a goddess?

"Well, a demi-goddess, anyway. And she's in exile, of sorts. Sort of under a curse, like I am. Sort of. So all you have to do is beat her, and you reap big rewards. BIG rewards- like enough to get me out of this."

"Oh-ho! So that's it. And all I have to do is beat the goddess. Little old me. Should be no problem. Oh, I know- I'll just use the rope-a-dope, like Ali did to Foreman back in the seventies. No problem, at all."

"Would I put you in a situation where you couldn't win? Look- get into the chest and get the silver bracelet with the little lightning bolt on it."

He squinted suspiciously. "Wait a minute. You know how something works, and I didn't have to fuck anyone, or cum in anyone's face this time or anything. You're going to have to explain that."

She sighed mentally. "Because this place- this situation- is already charged with sexual energy. It's in the air. Look around you. My powers are at their fullest. Do you know what you have to do to beat her? You have to fuck her, and you have to make her come when you do it."

"Huh?"

"Well, first you have to keep her from killing you, of course. Then you hold her down and you fuck her little tiger brains out, and voila! She's free of this curse the second she comes, and maybe I'm free of mine too, and you get pretty much anything you can imagine."

"Wait- not only do I have to whip her fifteen foot tall ass, I have to fucking rape her, too? And make her like it?"

"You have a real problem with looking on the bright side, don't you? Look- she is not going to take you seriously, so you just have to take her by surprise. Listen- here's the plan...."

An hour later Jeff walked calmly back into the temple building. Celeyth still sat on her throne as if she hadn't moved a muscle in all this time. The pirates and the Cyclops were standing against the walls, along with a half dozen others of various races-humans- including the first black woman Jeff had seen on this world, elves, what looked like an orc, and even a centaur. All were naked as jaybirds. That seemed to be a pattern around here.

There was a glowing blue line in the center of the room that formed a perfect circle. In the middle of that circle was a massive bed- a simple stone slab with a large and very thick mattress on it. If Jeff got a running start and jumped as high as he could, he might have been able to get into the bed, but it probably would have taken a step ladder. Or maybe a pole vault. 

As he stepped into the circle, Celeyth rose smoothly to her feet. Her beauty was captivating as she padded forward, and only then did he realize she had a tail. When she stepped into the circle the blue line arched up to encase them both in a transparent blue dome of light. 

She faced him across the bed and smiled, and there was sadness in the smile. "I can show you no mercy, mortal. It is the curse of the challenge. I wish you had answered elsewise."

He returned the smile, and he suddenly felt released from fear. He touched the lightning bolt on the bracelet and whispered a word and he instantly shot up in size. Suddenly he was looming over her across the bed, a full half a head taller than her, and he smiled again. 

She stepped back in surprise, then narrowed her eyes in real anger. Suddenly she leapt across the distance covering them with a tiger's grace, hand's outstretched like claws.

Jeff raised his other hand and flung out a handful of powder, and as she passed through the cloud she suddenly slowed, like she was all of a sudden in super slow motion. He took his time and stepped to the side, carefully lining up his shot as she slowly fell towards him, and when she came to the end of the dustcloud, he punched her in the jaw with every ounce of his now-titanic strength.

She landed directly on top of the bed in a sprawl. "Holy fuck- I just cold-cocked a freaking GODDESS!" He thought excitedly. 

As he walked towards the bed he realized he had a raging hard-on. When it came about he had no idea- he was pretty sure he hadn't been hard a second ago. Celeyth lay there stunned, her legs spread wide. 

Jeff felt like something else was controlling him as he stepped between them and surveyed her sex. Her mound was lined in fine white fur, and he stroked it gently, provoking a soft moan from her. He flicked his eyes to hers- her eyes were open but glazed in a semi-conscious state, still stunned. 

He cupped one perfect tit as he bent down and placed his cock against her slit. As he plunged inside of her he gasped. She was wet and smooth and clingy and not quite like anything else he had ever fucked before. 

He lifted her hips free of the bed and held her almost upside down and began to fuck her. He plowed her furiously with long, savage thrusts that ended with his balls banging against the soft fur of her ass.

He felt himself rising toward orgasm very quickly, and he glanced down to see that her eyes were still glazed, but no longer with the fog of unconsciousness: now they were glazed with lust. Her legs- which bent at reverse angles to a normal humans'- rised up to lodge against his chest, and she exposed her claws just enough to sting slightly with a pleasurable pain. 

Her tail came up to gently swipe against his ass and inner thighs, sending tingles of excitement.

She did something with her cunt muscles that made him shout out loud, and he knew he was past the point of no return. He thrust with twice the energy, with every bit of strength he had, and at that moment she managed to catch his eyes with hers.  

He saw her smile, and close her eyes and sigh, and he felt her come even as he sprayed deep within her. 

Instantly there came a sound like bells pealing and glass cracking and gongs ringing all at once, and for only a brief instant- then there was utter silence for a long moment.

He stepped back from the bed rather shakily, and she extended a hand, which he took and raised her to a standing position. She smiled with her divine beauty. "I owe you much mortal. Receive my full blessing." 

She favored him with a kiss that quite literally made him tingle all up and down his spine, and he seemed to suddenly be aware of every cell in his body. He knew something was happening to him, something profound.

The blue dome of light was gone, and he suddenly heard cheering and shouting. Then an intensely bright light filled the room and a voice as loud as thunder shouted. "What has transpired here? A full eon before your sentence ends your curse is lifted- who has done this?"

A form that towered over everyone in the room could dimly be seen in the light. Celeyth stepped forward and bowed. "Enlil, Lord of the Storms- it is good to see you again." 

Jeff realized he was suddenly normal sized again, looking up at the tableau taking place before him. The figure of the storm god paused momentarily as he watched the demi-goddess bow before him, then seemed to resume his anger. His divine attention turned to Jeff. 

"You." He said, and Jeff felt himself lifted off the ground to hover in the air before the eyes of an angry god. "But not just you. Who is this?" 

He felt the chain and miniature skull lifted off his chest to dangle in the air. Enlil frowned. "Let's see what you look like."

And suddenly floating in the air between Jeff and the god was a naked female form. Not human, certainly- though humanoid. She was facing the god, and away from him, but the four arms, the fur and the tail were pretty dead give-aways. When the god rotated her for his inspection, Jeff looked Maelit in the eye for the first time. 

She was a wookie, he thought. A four-armed, four-tittied, fur covered wookie. And when she grinned briefly and winked at him as she turned, he knew she would be a dynamite fuck, regardless of her species. As if that ought to be a revelation...

Enlil finished his inspection, and turned his attention back to Celeyth. "And what am I to do with you now? Your punishment is incomplete."

She knelt humbly and spread her arms wide, coincidentally displaying those marvelous breasts. "Do with me as thy will, Lord and Master. I was always only trying to be your loyal servant."

Jeff had the distinct impression that the storm god was developing something of a divine erection. "Harumph. Well, I have missed your...talents. And why don't we bring this one along as well- she might be entertaining, too."

And there was another crash of light and sound, and they were gone, leaving Jeff and the others staring dumbly at each across the temple floor.

stay tuned for the final chapter, coming to a posting near you soon...



Rescue Mission Ch. 05



Jeff stood on the aft deck of the ship- a sloop, actually, he'd been informed-and tried to strike a dashing pose in the best Jack Sparrow tradition.

After all, he was captain of a pirate ship- er, sloop- and he was sailing into the harbor of the greatest pirate city in the world for his first time ever, and he wanted to make a good impression.

He hadn't been able to find a hat or a long jacket like something out of Pirates of the Caribbean, but he at least had a loose-fitting white shirt with big, puffy sleeves, and a wide red sash with numerous edged and pointy things of various lengths thrust through it, and he was feeling kind of cool.

The sloop was a prize of war: his band had liberated it from its previous crew by stealing it away while those pirates had been engaged in attacking a large merchant ship. 

They had rowed close by in Jeff's folding boat- a miraculous little contraption in itself, which had several very useful properties, not the least of them being to be able to hide in plain sight (what Jeff thought of as a cloaking device)- until the pirates had committed most of their crew to the attack. 

Then they had swooped in and struck. The fact that there were only four of them, and that they had been cramped together into a little rowboat for hours was mitigated by the fact that one of them was quite the bloodthirsty pirate herself, one was a nearly ten-foot tall Cyclops, and another was possessed of numerous sundry magical weapons and contrivances. 

The fourth --his trusty manservant Giton-wasn't a whole lot of good in a fight, but he could serve the useful purpose of cutting the lines and grapnels that connected the sloop to the merchant ship and then steering them away while the others took care of the crew.

It had been neatly done, and when the pirates still aboard the merchant ship saw what had happened to their own vessel, they surrendered en masse, which made a grateful man out of the captain of the merchant ship. 

Grateful enough to give a handful of the pirates back, enough to make a skeleton crew for the sloop, a hand-picked lot that Jeff had no doubt would gleefully stick a knife in his back if they thought for a moment they could get away with it.

But Saetha could handle them well enough, and at any rate the ashlander pirate was planning to draft her own crew as soon as they hit port: once Jeff had ransomed his friends and returned them to safety the ship was going to be hers. 

The four of them had escaped the island of the Goddess for different motives, but all due to the same over-arching reason: the ascension of Celeyth to the court of the greater god Enlil had left a community of religious fanatics in its wake. 

Sure- the religion was largely based on sex, which in itself made it a hell of a lot more palatable than most to Jeff, but most everyone who had seen the events seemed to think of Jeff as semi-divine himself now. 

Which surprisingly enough got old in a hurry, despite making him the center of attraction at the nearly non-stop orgies that went on in the name of the goddess.

Besides, he was still headed to Kardis to save his friends Bette and Elvira from a life of slavery.

Saetha remained cynical and unimpressed with the whole god/goddess thing; Jeff figured it was just her nature to be naturally rebellious, anti-social and (some would say) borderline sociopathic. So she had jumped at the chance to get off the island, especially since her former partner Mesthines was practically the high-priestess of the newly forming religion, and out of the pirate business for good.

Dina was just bored: her sister was surprisingly enough also a pretty prominent figure in the faith, and Dina didn't see herself getting off the island anytime soon if she didn't go with them right now. Besides, since Jeff could now use the bracelet to shift to any size he wanted from six inches tall to over fifteen feet, he could occasionally be talked into shooting up to a size large enough to give her a good swiving. And with him gone the only other suitably sized cock on the island belonged to a centaur, who had both sharp hooves and a persistent odor. 

Giton was simply going to go where ever Jeff was.

One of the parting gifts of the goddess had been an understanding of the all of the magic items in the remaining chest. These had been hitherto un-catalogued and un-defined, and Jeff had found some of them to be the most powerful and useful items he had yet seen- the boat among them.

So here they were, coming into Kardis in style- and as captain of a ship, Jeff would get a discounted ransom rate on the girls.

They were being guided to a berth by a little pilot-ship, and they sailed up to spot on one of several long, wide stone quays.

There was a ship docked at the next quay, separated by less than a hundred feet of water. It was much bigger, and what crew it had left aboard was all leaning on the rails watching Jeff's sloop put in.

"Hey- aint that the Murderer's Row?" one of the men shouted across. "Where's Captain Boran?"

"Nope." Jeff yelled back. "This is the SS Minnow. Just got back from a three hour tour."

"You better watch your back when our first mate gets back- he's Boran's cousin!"

"Aw, shit." Jeff said. "We had to pull up right next to the last captain's cousin?"

Saetha smirked. "No matter- the story would have gotten around soon enough. Better we know where trouble might be coming from."

That made me a little uneasy. "What kind of trouble can we expect?"

She shrugged. "Let's get squared away first, then we'll talk."

The ashlander quickly saw to it that the ship was berthed safely, and detailed Giton and a couple of the rescued pirates who had stated they'd like to stay on as part of the new crew as a rear-guard. Jeff armed the scrawny little manservant with a couple of toys that would make sure he could keep the ship safe. 

As they gathered on the dock to head into the city, a stubby little man in a blue suit that had probably once been very expensive trotted out to meet them, flanked by a couple of soldiers armed with a pike and a crossbow, and a half-naked boy toting a big leather bound book.

"That'd be the guy from the harbor-masters' office." Saetha said to Jeff. "You're going to have to declare the ship in your own name. All you have to do is rename it and claim that you want to join as a free-captain in the brotherhood of Kardis, and we'll be safe enough for a while from being attacked.

The clerk pulled up in a huff, wiping at his forehead with a handkerchief. "You're flying the flag of the brotherhood- what ship is this and who is the captain?" He pulled out a big feathered quill from somewhere and the boy deftly propped the book open on a sort of shelf built into a pilon of the dock. 

"Um- that'd be me. My name is Prince. And the ship is the.....SS Minnow."

"The Minnow? Doesn't sound very pirate-like." The clerk observed. 

Jeff shrugged, cursing at himself silently for coming up blank- he'd seen the Pirates of the Caribbean movies a half dozen times, and even several books about pirates like Captain Kidd and Blackbeard, and then suddenly whiffed on the names of all the ships involved. 

Luckily all those Gilligan's Islands re-runs had come to the rescue.

"Anyway, I'm here to claim membership in the brotherhood." I said. 

Saetha stepped forward. "He means to petition the mayor for a Captain's rights straight off." 

"The clerk looked up over the page he was scribbling on and eyed me. "Does he, now? Then make haste: the new mayor will be eager to embrace her first captain."

"New mayor? What happened to Bloody William?" Saetha asked.

"An unfortunate argument at the last conclave resulted in a challenge. Bloody William declined to use a champion, while Captain Evans chose his first mate- the Minotaur called Taker. It did not go well for the late Lord Mayor. The Lady Xandes is mayor now."

Saetha sputtered. "Xandes? How the hell did that fish end up in the chair of office?"

The clerk raised his eyebrows as the two soldiers shifted uneasily. "Better watch your tongue, my dear lady." He admonished. "The new mayor runs no less a tight ship than the previous ones, and disrespect can be punished."

To Jeff's surprise, Saetha clamped her mouth shut and just nodded. She took over the proceedings in a more subdued manner, answering the clerks' questions about the cargo and making arrangements for porters to cart the goods to the shops.

That done, the clerk and his entourage trotted off to the next ship that was pulling in, and Jeff's party turned and began the trek into the city itself. Dina carried the wooden chest that held Jeff's hoard of magical weapons as they walked. Saetha cursed and spoke in a quiet voice as they walked. 

"Damn, Bloody William was an old ship-mate of mine. We had a guarantee of you being recognized as a captain with him in the chair. Now you're going to have to be interviewed by Xandes. She can do whatever she wants- demand money or cargo for a flat fee, or set some kind of test for you, or even give you a quest before she accepts you as a brother captain."

"What sort of test are we talking about?" Jeff asked, suddenly uneasy again. "And what about this cousin from the other ship- if I'm not a captain, he can just jump us, right?"

"No- you're registered already as an applicant. Until a decision is made you and your ship are as safe as anyone else's."

As they entered the city itself, there were streets running off in two directions. One was obviously full of warehouses, the other was full of saloons, shops and taverns. 

The streets were wide and neatly paved with stones. There were gutters with barred drains and raised sidewalks fronting the street with the shops. All in all, it was a remarkably cleaner and more orderly city than Avincor had been. 

At the first intersection of streets there was a sort of small courtyard in the middle of the square, and there were half a dozen naked folks of either sex chained by the neck standing in it. 

"Is that the slave-auction site?" Jeff asked eagerly, craning his neck for a glance of the green goblin skin of Elvira or the brown hair of Bette Willsmith. 

"No- that's in the main city courtyard and it's a lot bigger. Some of these are slaves who are being punished by their masters, but most are just free citizens serving time on criminal charges." 

As they walked by, a big, scruffily bearded pirate stumbled out of a tavern and suddenly pulled up short, peering at the prisoners. Smiling evilly through his beard, he walked over to one of the slaves- a thin blonde-headed young man with flaring mustaches.

The bearded pirate laughed cruelly and reached out to yank the chain that held the man, and dragged him over to a low railing. 

"So they finally caught you, Berty? I told you I'd get you back some day for cheating at dice, you little prick." The pirate said harshly. "Now bend over the fucking rail."

The prisoner glanced around wide-eyed, but a couple more of the guards were standing there watching impassively.

With helpless resignation the blonde man turned and bent as ordered while the pirate fumbled at his belt. 

"You mean people can do anything they want to these prisoners?" Jeff said as the pirate began trying to massage his dick to hardness, edging in close to the blonde man's exposed backside.

"Well, you're not supposed to actually do them bodily harm. But part of their punishment is to be for the use of the general public." Saetha said. 

Jeff scanned the prisoners. A couple weren't half bad looking women. Apparently the bearded pirate noted this at the same time. He pointed to a slightly heavy-set brunette with massive melons.

"Get over here and suck me hard, bitch. I don't want to keep Berty waiting."

"Damn- I might come back here later and get my box licked clean." Dina said, watching the brunette start to work obediently on the pirates' tool. "Too bad none of the guys have a decent sized cock."

Jeff snorted in restrained laughter. The Cyclops considered 18 inches of cock about the minimum for her needs. She wasn't likely to find her Mr. Goodbar amongst normal humans.

"So where is the mayor's office?" Jeff asked as they continued on. He didn't particularly care to wait around and watch the mustached man get plowed up the ass.

Saetha pointed to a large white marble building that dominated the skyline ahead. "In the middle of the palace. You're going to have to go in alone." She pointed to a three story building on the street up ahead. "That's the Reaver's Dream- the best hotel in the city. Dina and me'll get us rooms there while you go see the mayor. Whatever you do, don't decline whatever price or challenge she gives to you- if you do, your ship is free game, and if you live it all you'll end up on the slave block."

Jeff scowled. This had all sounded like such a good idea a couple of days ago...

He waited several hours to be admitted to the mayor's court. As he entered, he glanced around. Men and women were gathered in small groups, talking. He studied them as he waited to be announced. Some of them looked typically piratish- flashy clothes of silk and brocade and bristling with weapons, but some looked very normal and unimposing, dressed like merchants. 

Most turned to regard him as he was finally announced by a page. He had been told to stride up to within a dozen feet of the mayor's chair of office once he heard his name called, but about half way there he nearly stumbled.

There was a chair- a big throne-like wooden affair- but nobody was sitting in it. Instead, sharing the dais was a large glass tub filled with water next to it, and in this lounged a naked mermaid with verdant green hair.

He saw her start to smile with dark humor as he reacted to her, and that started to make him mad. "Bitch- I've went toe to toe with a freaking goddess. You aint shit to me." He thought to himself, and straightened a little taller as he boldly approached to the very edge of the dais.

He nodded a nonchalant greeting. "Lady Xandes. How ya doing today?"

Her brilliant green eyes widened with genuine surprise and humor this time, and she laughed, a high, trilling sound that carried throughout the room.

"So you are my first victim." She said. Her voice was rich and powerful, and he could sense the magic in it. Her voice had some power to affect the mind, but again his previous experience in the presence of divinity served him in good stead, and he ignored the affect.

He let his eyes deliberately drop down to her impressive bosom, and further down to where her human body merged with the fish part. He wondered of there was a slit there that concealed a vagina.

When he raised his eyes again to meet hers, he saw puzzlement and what might be either interest or anger or both. "Careful, boy." He told himself. "You've made your point- no need to piss her off outright."

"I'm at your service, milady." He said in what he hoped was a suave manner. 

She smiled again. "Tell me, Captain Prince. Do you like seafood?"

He smiled back, throwing as much charm as he could into it. If she was going to task him with something crazy like catching a shark with his bare hands or finding a monster-sized lobster or something he was going to take it in stride. "Sure- I love it." 

"Then dine with me in my chambers tonight- I will make my decision in the morning."

He showed back up at Xandes' wing of the palace at the appointed time, bathed and dressed in finery. He had bought a fine rapier, more for appearance than anything else: he did carry an entire arsenal of more subtle weaponry about his person.

She wore her hair back in a net of pearls and gold and wore a dazzling emerald that hung between her naked breasts, but was otherwise naked.

She waived him to a comfortably padded couch that put him in roughly the same position she was in. their heads only a short distance apart and their lower bodies extending away in separate directions. 

Between them was a massive platter of what Jeff could only describe as sushi and a chilled bottle of wine. 

She asked for his story as they dined, and he told her bits and pieces of it- how he came to this world, his adventures with demons and necromancers and goddesses and gods, and how he had come into possession of a pirate ship. 

He didn't give away his dependence on magical items or his relative inexperience with the standard weaponry of this world: if she assumed he was a mighty warrior-wizard, so much the better.

And on Saetha's advice he didn't mention his hunt for Bette and Elvira either. 

"So how did you come to be mayor of a city of humans?" He asked.

She smiled. "You might say I was the least volatile choice. There are three main factions amongst the captains: I am the only person that has worked with all three. And I have certain....gifts that enhanced my chances."

Jeff's eyes darted down to her tits briefly and back to her eyes. She noticed the glance.

"Not those, foolish boy." 

He shrugged. "Maybe not, but those would get you my vote any day of the week."

"Really?" She said, glancing down and trailing a finger idly around the aureole of one magnificently firm boob. "Do you find them that attractive?" Her eyes locked with his and he could feel the immediate affect on his crotch.

"This one feels like it's a little bigger than the other." She said, cupping both tits and jiggling them slightly. "Want to feel?"

His hands were on them instantly. The skin was warm and moist, and the flesh of the tits themselves were like no woman's he had ever felt before.

They were heavy and so firm they were almost hard. He had felt silicone tits back on his world that were almost rock solid, but this was different- this was living flesh that was apparently just increcibly dense. 

Her nipples rose as he stroked them gently, and they protruded almost half an inch outward, He lowered his mouth to one and gently sucked, and her hands came around to grab his head, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"You're getting your shirt wet." She noted, and he helped her haul it off over his head with urgent haste. He mouthed a tit again as he slipped out of his clothes. 

He was naked in a few seconds, and she half-pulled him into her tank with her. The water was room temperature, and his submerged legs brushed up against her scaled lower body. He fondled and massaged one mound of flesh while he laved the other with passion.

He felt her hands inch their way down his torso. One twined itself in his pubic hair while the other softly brushed the lines of his belly muscles. As he shifted his mouth to her other tit she ever so lightly brushed the top of his cock from base to head and back down, then lightly grasped the base and sensuously pumped up and down the length of him. 

Her hands left him and she felt him grab both his hips. He felt her lift him up easily- she was amazingly strong- ahd she sat him on her torso. His cock lay nestled between those wonderful globes. 

She squeezed them together, forming a valley that he began exploring with long, slow strokes. 

She chanted something that he recognized as a spell and he felt the valley between her tits literally shift around his cock. He gasped and looked down.

The flesh between her tits had merged. Where is cock was entering between them were what could only be described as cunt lips. She had created a vagina between her breasts!

She apparently got as much pleasure out of the new sensations as he did: she gasped and moaned, and he saw her eyes fill with lust. 

Groaning with pleasure, he began to work the hole with strokes of varying angle and depth. He had definitely noticed a change in his sexual experience since the goddess had given him her gift: his could swear his cock got harder than ever, and he had never gotten any complaints, and it was definitely more sensitive. He could seemingly last as long as he wanted now without even needing to think about it, and when he did come it was harder, longer and produced twice as much cum as he ever had before, and he could recharge from limp back to full like he was 18 years old again.




Rescue Mission Ch. 05



Best yet, his partners seemed to share the enhanced effects of the gift too, and Xandes certainly seemed to be taken by surprise by the sensations she was getting from her titty-cunt: she moaned out loud and as she came for the first time her tail began slapping up and down in the water, nearly bucking him off her torso.

This wasn't an ideal angle for him to really give her a first-class fucking, but he wasn't complaining. Her succulent flesh sucked at him gently as he slid in and out of her. 

She was coming repeatedly, and he felt a quiver deep within her body as she began a low, animal moan. He slowed his strokes until she stopped quivering, and then pulled out entirely.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him in alarm, but he was already shifting atop her: he had to taste what this artificial pussy tasted like before he dumped his load into it. 

He tounged the circumference of the perfectly hairless lips and she oohed in delight. There was even a clitoris at the top of the gash, although it was shaped exactly like a nipple.

Curious, he licked all three nipples in sequence, wondering if they were all connected, but the way she was writhing and moaning it was hard to tell, and he had waited long enough to taste her.

He poked his tongue inside her, tasting the familiar tang of pussy, but with a distinctly unique flavor as well Fishy (of course!) but in a decidedly good way- he was an instant fan.

He ate her up and down, giving her his best effort, moving from clit to nipple to clit to lips to hole. She had stopped moaning and was just laying back, gasping in pleasure.

Suddenly she gasped. "The spell! It's wearing off. Get your cock back in there!"

He shook his head as he lightly teethed the nipple/clit and pulled back slightly. "Cast it again." He growled.

"I can't. Not for a full day."

He shrugged. "Well, this tastes too good to leave." He began lapping at her almost desperately. He felt the shift begin back to normal, and he marveled at the sensations as it occurred. 

She purred in pleasure and lay back for a moment while he continued to worship her rack. Finally she pushed him off. "Now it's my turn."

With a quick athletic move she twisted him beneath her. Now his head was resting on the padding hers had been on, and she dived down onto his cock, her mouth engulfing him whole. She was totally submerged under water, and he saw the small gills open up in her neck. She didn't need to breathe through her mouth, so she could give excellent deep throat. 

He tilted his head back and enjoyed the sensations as she ministrated to his pole. Her hands fondled his floating nutsack and she trailed a finger down his perineum. 

She began a semi-circular writhing of her head, and he grunted in pleasure. He had to decide when to come now, and he felt like this effort was more than deserving of it, so he let go.

She could swallow without effort, and when he finally stopped gushing she pulled off him and came up out of the water, smiling happily to lay her head on his chest.

"Now this is the way to meet and greet a new captain." She sighed. "The hell with waiting for the morning- you are a full and honored member of the brotherhood as of now."

To be continued...



Rescue Mission Ch. 06



Jeff circled the flying carpet slowly, gazing down at the city and the gleaming marble palace in its center from high above.

If what he had learned in Kardis was true, this was the end of his long journey of rescue: Bette and Elvira had been bought as slaves by this petty king, hardly more than a pirate and bandit himself. 

"Well, Giton- I guess it's showtime." He said. The man-servant sat behind him, atop the heavy wooden chest that Jeff hoped would buy his friends' freedom. 

"I hope you know what you're doing master." The scrawny man whined. 

Jeff sighed inwardly. Nothing like your friends having faith in you, he thought with some sarcasm. But he had to secretly agree with the nervous sentiment to some extent.

He guided the carpet down in a slow, sweeping arc that brought him into the city from the direction of the sea, only a dozen yards or so above the masts of the galleys and ships- close enough to hear the exclamations from the crowd below as they passed slowly overhead up the main boulevard of the city at a slow, stately rate towards the palace.

This was a hot climate, and the natives- male and female alike- mostly wore only brief white linen kilts. Jeff tried not to ogle at more than one magnificent rack on proud display, and noted that the more affluent women had jewelry or paint accentuating their tits in most delectable ways.

He guided the carpet directly over the wide main street to the gates of the palace, which were open. He debated briefly going over the walls but decided a better message would be sent by gliding through the gates, and brought the carpet to a hovering stop directly in front of the gilded doorway of the main building.

A pair of guards in gleaming bronze breastplates and greaves shifted their spears and shields nervously, and a fat, white headed man in a short white kilt and sandals stepped forward, raising his hand.

"Greetings, great wizard. Welcome to Doria, home city and summer palace of the great Elephesias, King of the Argi and Dori, Prince of the Spear Coast tribes, Lord of the Western Marches. What brings you to this place?"

Jeff stared at the man with his best poker face. He had done his homework: these people were fierce and war-like, respecting strength and prowess in arms and disdaining magic. 

"Beware who you insult, fat man." He said with as much arrogance as he could muster. "It is no wizard that comes before you. I am Jeffrey, Prince of Disneyland. I would speak with your King, and ransom a pair of subjects of mine who have come under the protection of your lord."

"Indeed!" the fat man smiled in glee and his greedy eyes swept to the chest. "Pray come inside, mighty prince, and I will arrange your interview with my lord the king."

"Wait here." He said to Giton, and jumped easily to the ground.

Jeff was clad in war-like finery: heavily stylized light armor that showed off his large, muscular physique, with multiple edged items of destruction strapped to his body. But as always, if the shit hit the fan he would rely on the various magical items secreted about him. 

He followed the man inside, and was immediately impressed with the splendor of the place. He walked on deep, plush carpets amid polished columns to wait on a finely carven divan while the fat man went into the king's chamber. 

After only a few moments, the fat man beckoned him into the room- a large, open chamber full of people. 

As he entered the room, a man by the door smacked his staff on the floor twice, producing a curiously musical ring, and shouted out Jeff's name and title for all to hear.

Jeff felt every set of eyes in the room upon him- every set except for those of the rather buxom blonde woman who had her head buried in the lap of the man on the throne. 

Her curly hair swept around as she wiggled and bobbed her head on the shaft of the King.

There were probably twenty-five or thirty people in the room- a half-dozen of them guards, a few kilt-wearing types wearing gold and jewels standing close around the throne, and the rest were naked females in a line stretching from an open doorway near the throne to the blonde woman slobbing the knob at the center of the room.

The fat man stepped forward and waived Jeff to follow. As they drew within a dozen paces or so, the king waived a negligent hand and a big, bald black man next to him yelled "Next!' 

The blonde rose from her kneeling position and curtsied briefly to the king before moving off through another door behind the throne, and the next woman in line immediately took her place in front of the king's gleaming hard-on, a massive totem that jutted forth, gleaming with saliva. This woman one was a tall, angular, obviously elvish, with cascading black hair.

Jeff looked at the other women in the line. There were all types of races and builds present, but each one was a knock-out. Did this king really sit here getting blown all day long by one hottie after another? 

His eyes met the King's and he saw that the man was watching him closely, measuring Jeff's reaction to the scene. 

"Poker-face", Jeff reminded himself. 

The King smiled, and Jeff was reminded of a the menacing glare of a shark. He was a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard and no mustache. His naked torso bore various scars that attested to his history around sharp steel. "Greetings, my fellow prince." He said, his voice deep and even. "Laerdus tells me you have come with a ransom. I am always interested in visitors who come with gold."

Jeff nodded. "I am told you have two of my subjects in your holdings. Two women- a brown haired lass of some beauty, and a green-skinned goblin. I would refund your purchase price for them, along with a reward for keeping them safe for me."

The king scowled faintly. "A brunette and a green skin?" He glanced over at the fat man. "Laertus, is it possible I have such in my custody?"

Laertus shrugged. "You have two hundred women in your harem, lord. At least five of them are green-skinned, and brunettes number in the dozens.'

"Hmmm." The king mused. He glanced down at the woman in his lap almost distractedly and waived his hand again. The black man boomed out "Next!" and the elvish woman was replaced by an Asiatic looking girl with a shaved head and delicate silver chains and piercings joining her nipples to her ear lobes in a crossing pattern. 

He glanced back at Jeff. "Let's say I did have possession of these subjects of yours. They are most likely members of my harem. Almost my wives, if you will. I can hardly sell one of my wives like a common whore, could I? But.....if there were something else you could do for me- as a sort of princely favor, one ruler to another, perhaps I could be convinced to accept a gift for the return of your property."

"A favor?" Jeff asked.

"Yes. Or you could think of it as a sort of test- my way to assure your worthiness to claim not one, but two of my wives. Yes- that might be a better way to think of it."

Jeff nodded, keeping his face perfectly still. "And what would this test be?"

"There is a creature bothering my subjects in the mountain villages to the West. Normally I would enjoy the opportunity for a little hunt myself, but I am expecting an embassy from a neighboring state to arrive any moment now- some business about a war-alliance or some-such. Take care of this small matter for me- by the next full moon- and I shall consider your offer further."

Jeff kept his face schooled to an icy calm, but he was getting pissed off. He knew there was a lot more to this deal, and it wasn't something he should just jump into, but he wasn't going to give this pompous son of a bitch the pleasure of running his mouth any further."No problem. Have your fat man come outside and give me the details and I'll be back in a week." He bowed graciously, then turned on his heel and stalked out.

Twenty minutes later, he was soaring several hundred feet above the earth, cursing aloud for all he was worth. "You've got to be fucking kidding me! A ten-foot tall, fire-breathing monster that weapon's can't touch and is totally impervious to magic. How the hell do I beat that?" 

When he calmed down, he turned to face Giton. "OK- here's where you go to work. I'll drop you off a mile or so out of town, and you go in and snoop around. I want all the dirt you can dig up- on the king, on whether Bette and Elvira are even here, and especially on this fucking monster. Where it holes up, how many people it's killed, all that. Find out ab0ut anybody that went up against it- I need to find out what its weakness is, or anything at all about it. Or if will it be easier to just bust the girls out after all. You understand? You'll have plenty of coin on you, so buy whatever you need. Got it?"

Giton nodded eagerly. "Sure, boss. I saw a couple of hostels that looked like promising places to start a conversation, and there was a public bath, too. I'll meet you right here first thing tomorrow morning."

The next morning, closer to noon, Jeff had just about decided to go into town himself and start looking for Giton, wondering if he was now going to have to pay another ransom, when he saw the figure of his man-servant hove into view in the distance. 

Jeff winced as he realized the man was walking with a limp, leaning on a staff- had he sent his servant into harm's way? 

"Gods above, what did I get him into?" He thought in panic, and jumped on the carpet to zoom over to the tottering figure.

As ne neared, he could see the huge grin on Giton's face, and he realized the man was still at least partly drunk, accounting at least in part for the staff. Jeff had never seen the little git take more than a glass of wine at a time.

"What the hell happened? Where have you been?" Jeff demanded, vaguely aware that he sounded like an over-wrought parent.

Giton squinted up at his master, a dozen feet above on the carpet. "Well- you remember that public bath? It started there, and I don't really know what happened after that. But there was this shiny little black man with the most wonderful prick! My poor asshole might never be the same..."

Jeff groaned aloud. "Great. Just fucking great. Some spy you are."

"Well- about that- I did find out who you need to talk to...."

"Oh, yeah?" Jeff asked skeptically.

Giton nodded firmly. "Yup. There's a seer on the top of that mountain." He pointed at a far off peak. "She's the one you need to talk to. She'll tell you just how to beat that prick. Oh, yes, that marvelous... prick...." Saying that, Giton pitched forward on his face, snoring. 

Cursing again, Jeff hauled him up onto the carpet and sped off towards the mountain top.

The seer was a middle aged woman, kind of heavy-set and very plain looking. She was hoeing in a garden patch when the carpet approached, and she looked up without surprise when Jeff spoke a greeting to her.

"No need to climb down." She said. "You need to go talk to the Selme. She's the goddess of the river that runs down yonder valley. You'll need to lay naked on the banks of the river, polishing your pole. When she comes to you, she aint gonna give you nothing until you beat her at her own game: you're going to have to fuck her into submission. If she makes you come first, she'll pull you under water into her cave for the next twenty, thirty years. But if you make her come, she'll have to answer any question you ask- she'll have to tell you what her brother's weakness is."

Jeff shook his head in confusion. "Wait. Wait a minute. I didn't even ask you anything...?"

"You aint all that bright, are ya?" She said, waiving her arms and bowing slightly. "Hello? You know what a seer is?" 

Jeff nodded sheepishly. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry- I thought I would have to burn an offering, or something."

She spat. "Not for this one. Now remember- Selme is a shape-shifter. You're in for a wild ride, sonny-boy."

Jeff nodded, somewhat uncertainly. "And then she'll tell me how to kill the monster. And the monster is her...brother?"

"Well, half-brother, anyway. They got the same momma. God's tend to throw some strange off-spring sometimes."

"Um... If you're a seer, can't you just tell me how to kill the thing yourself?"

She snorted. "Being a seer doesn't let you know everything, sonny. Now go fuck your watery tart silly. And when you get done with the monster, bring its carcass back here before you go back to see that so-called king."

With that, she turned and began hoeing the garden again, humming slightly.

An hour later, Jeff had found himself a comfortable spot next to the small, quick-moving river and finally convinced himself he wasn't crazy to strip naked and begin jacking off. 

Well, not totally crazy. But if this was some sort of weird practical joke, somebody was going to get a lightning bolt right up the ass, he thought.

He stroked himself idly, his cock jutting up towards the billowing clouds above. It seemed like only a few minutes before he heard a curious bubbling laughter, and he looked up to see a blue-skinned woman leaning out of the water. Her skin was translucent, and her hair and eyes were both a brighter, more electric shade of blue- even her teeth were blue. 

"You must be Selme." He said.

She raised an eyebrow, although her eyes stayed riveted to his staff, which he continued to slowly pound. 

"Another mortal who seeks knowledge?" she said, her voice high and musical. "The last one who challenged me is still beneath the waves, waiting for me to return to my bed. Would you like to take his place?"

Jeff smiled. "Not particularly, no. I need to know how to beat your brother."

She laughed, a high, trilling sound. "You must mean poor Wekend. He's quite mad, you know- it would be an act of mercy to put him down. Still, there are rules. To get what I know, you have to make me come. If you come first, or are unable to fuck more for any reason, you are my slave for as long as I deem it pleasing to me. Agreed?"

"As simple as that?" Jeff replied. "We just fuck?"

"Pretty much." She said as she stepped out of the river. In a flash, she was on top of him, and she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground, and just that quick impaled herself on his wand. 

It all happened as fast as a wave breaking over him, and Jeff had the subconscious impression that had in fact just happened.

Her cooze was somehow cool and warm at the same time, and he gasped in pleasure as she began humping up and down on his length.

She laughed out loud. "Some men come right then and there- I'm glad to see you have a little more stamina than that." She peered down into his eyes. "Where shall we begin, then? How about we throw a little scare into you and see if you stay hard?"

Suddenly her appearance morphed. He felt spiny, bristly hair burst out of her flesh, and her face contorted into something monstrous, with huge yellow, bulging eyes and green tusks and fangs that gnashed down at him.

But she kept riding him, up and down, and the pussy was still good. After a few strokes she growled fiercely and changed again, and suddenly it was a goat-like thing atop him, and she brought both cloven feet up beside his flanks in a squatting position, still riding the length of him.

He chuckled. "I always thought only the males had those curling horns like that?" 

She bleated in anger this time, and the sound turned to a hiss as she changed into some sort of human-dinosaur thing. This time he felt even the physiology of her cunt change against him- she was dryer now, and much tighter. Her belly and tits were covered in square yellow scales, and the rest of her was in some sort of pebbly, orange and black mottled hide, with a huge tail that was waving frantically in the air as she pushed herself up and down on his fuck-stick. 

"Oh, that's good, baby." He groaned, getting into this big-time now. 

She brought her snout down towards his face, rows of dagger-like teeth opening up and one baleful eye staring into his, but when she made contact it was once more her own blue lips that met his, and she was back into her normal form, her pussy once more wet and hungry. He could see the lust and passion in her eyes, and her brow furrowed. "OK, we'll try something else, then." She said.

The arms that trapped him became greenish-gray tentacles, covered with suckers, and several more flailed and probed about his body. Her own body was only an elongated oval that hardly covered the length of his cock, and a ring of muscle seemed to pulse up and down it's length, squeezing with exquisite force. 

He smiled in pleasure. "This is as good a fuck-session as I've had in a long time," he observed.

She flashed into a giant snake, his cock impaling her body somewhere towards the middle and her coils keeping his arms trapped. Her human face swayed high above him, in rhythm with the thrusts that he began pumping up into her. 

Suddenly she was herself again, and her hands came off his arms. His hands went immediately to her boobs, kneading and pinching. Then they started to expand, and she changed into what he guessed was some sort of grotesque troll or ogre woman, with rolls of fat and warts and boils all over her.

But the fucking was still fine, he noted, and he started wiggling his hips at the top and bottom of each stroke, pulling at those massive tits. 

She began to shrink, becoming almost skeletally thin, and for a moment he was reminded of the goblin Elvira, who was a dynamite piece of ass. But she kept shrinking until she was only a few feet tall, black skinned and horned. 

He couldn't see how his cock was possibly fitting inside her now, but she kept gamely humping against him. "What is that- a kobold?" he asked. 

She made an eerie, hyena-like sound and morphed again, and now it was a full-sized skeleton that rode atop of him. He could see his cock thrusting up through the bones of her pelvis- but even though there was no flesh, the sensation of a cunt surrounded his cock, so he kept pumping away. He had the random thought that this would have helped him pass anatomy back in school, and then she was morphing again, back into her normal form.

She collapsed a little on him, and he grinned. He grabbed her waist and bunched his feet up under him and rose to a standing position with her still impaled on his sword. 

She grunted heavily, then stared again deeply into his eyes. "I see now that you are god-touched. I took you too lightly: now we'll start getting serious."

She must be able to get inside my head, he realized, because suddenly it was Madonna who was wrapping her long legs around his back, dancing atop his pole. He grinned in pleasure: if she was going to start going thru all the women in his head he wanted to fuck, this was going to be fun!

Sure enough, in a few more strokes Madonna was replaced by Brittany Spears, and she oohed and ahhed as he stroked into her. Brittany turned to J-Lo, and he just had to reach around and grab that ass, which played equally well when she shifted into Beyonce. 

He started holding her out onto the very tip of his cock for a few seconds before slamming her down the length of his shaft- no mean feat of strength- and she began gasping. 

When she shifted into Angelina Jolie he let her slump down backwards so that her shoulders were on the ground, and he was thrusting down into her. 

Ashley Judd caught the next few thrusts, and when she turned into Jessica Alba, Jeff shifted her legs up over his shoulders and began to seriously pound her pussy.

She changed back into her normal shape and her mouth opened wide. "Ohhhh!" she screamed in a voice that echoed like the surf, and she came fierce and hard, her cunt muscles clutching against him fiercely. 

Only when she was finished did he pull out, still erect and unsatisfied.

She rose to stand before him, looking down at his weapon and sighing. "I could have used that for another decade or two." She said with regret. "You want to know how to defeat my brother. His father was a sun-god, arrogant and fierce. Wekend's hide cannot be pierced while the sun shines on it, and his wounds heal in its light. His fiery breath comes from it's rays. But water is his nemesis. Perhaps Mother arranged that so he could never threaten me. Douse him in water and he weakens instantly."




Rescue Mission Ch. 06



Jeff nodded. "Sounds simple enough. And his mom or dad won't be mad at me for doing away with him?"

She snorted. "He destroys large tracts of forest every day. Mother would have taken care of him herself at some point- perhaps she is doing through so you. Hmmm." She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at the notion. 

He shrugged. "Well, I guess that's it then. Thanks for the information. It was a pleasure getting it- that was one of the best fucks ever."

Her eyes gleamed eagerly. "You never did get to come, though. How about another round, just for fun?"

"No talk about me being a prisoner if I come first this time?" he asked.

"No- that's only if you come to me for information. This is just an offer of a good fuck."

Jeff grinned. "Will I get to taste some of that pussy this time?"

She grinned back. "We can taste each other. There's no hurry this time."

"Cool." He said. "Um- can you do that octopussy thing again?"

"Damn, I knew I should have stayed with that one!" She laughed.

Two days later Jeff pulled up to the seer, the dead body of the monster Wekend sprawled out over his carpet.

"You did it, huh? Knew you would." She said.

He shrugged. "It wasn't exactly a heroic battle. Digging the pit and filling it full of water was a lot more work than tricking him into falling into it."

"Well, the story-tellers will come up with something a lot more exciting, I'm sure. You leave it here with me- I have some friends that will see to making some powerful mojo out of it for you."

He frowned in curiousity. "Won't I need to take some sort of proof to the King?"

She snorted derisively and spat on the ground. "Don't think that's going to be a problem, stud. You go on into the city, and come back here in a week or two. You're stuff will be ready, and you're going to need it down the road a bit."

"Um...Ok." He said, thinking how fucking strange seers were as he rolled the body off the carpet to fall with a crash to the ground.

He arrived back into the city about dusk. There was a party going on- a vast combination of feast, dance and orgy, the whole scene lit up by torches. He guided the carpet to the palace doors, gearing up for the confrontation he expected to come. He had no doubt the king would try to renege on the deal, and when he did Jeff was going to open up a can of whup-ass.

The guards at the door waived a friendly greeting as he pulled up, and opened the door for him. 

"You were expected, sir. Straight into the royal chamber for you."

Jeff nodded, not letting down his guard for a second, and moved to the room in question.

Only when he entered the room, he was surprised. Where Elephesias' throne had stood, there were now four throne, and in the one on the far right sat a figure he knew well.

"Bette!" He called out in surprise. "What the hell?"

If she was supposed to keep some sort of queenly demeanor she failed miserably; she came flying off the throne to jump into his arms with a happy squeal.

Jeff glanced around warily, still thinking this could be some sort of cunning trap. "Where's that bastard Elephesias?" He asked.

She smiled. "Well, his head should have been nailed to the gate, along with most of his piggish advisors. You probably missed it with all the partying going on."

He nodded stupidly, taking in the other occupants of the thrones. One of them was the oriental --looking woman he had seen in the line to give the king head, and the others were ravishing beauties too. 

"So..the queens took over?"

Bette nodded. "The four of us led the way, but it's going to be something like the democracy you told me about. We're working our way through that now."

"Where's Elvira?"

"She's the commander of the army- she's out mopping up the last of the resistance. Should be back tomorrow or the next day." She turned to face the other queens. 

"This is him!" She said eagerly, then turned back to the Jeff. "I kept telling them you would come for us, and it became almost like a prophecy. And when you did, it was the signal that the time for our uprising had come."

"Well, I don't guess you needed a whole lot of rescuing after all." He said, still unsure of what all the events that had transpired meant.

The oriental woman spoke. "Bette has told us so much about you. Some very interesting stuff. How about we all retire to the royal bed-chambers and get to know each other a little better?

His brain might have been confused, but his cock knew what it wanted- he felt it stir in his britches. 

"Sure." He grinned, thinking what a long, strange road it was he was on.