Training Days

Author's Note: This story is a fanfiction off of the Trinity Wars series. It's not very well known, but I love the universe and concepts so I decided to make a fanfiction for it. Be sure to check it out if you haven't. The first book is called Trinity Wars Book One: Behemoth by Joshua Roberts. If you enjoy my work, be sure to give it a look (since I wrote it).

Gripping the staff tightly in my hands, I tried once more to summon the words I'd spent hours pouring over in the grimoire. The miracle required tracing the Star of Solomon in the air, according to the text, so I began to slowly move it's tip. "It's like a paintbrush," I reminded myself, quoting Levia's instruction. "Every movement is graceful and has purpose. Focus your intent." I rounded the fourth corner of the star as I began to envision the staff turning into the Divine Chain...whatever that was. I began to sweat, trying hard not to control my arm so that it wouldn't shake. After having practiced these movements for hours, it felt like the staff was made of lead. I was on the sixth point now, and returning to the first, I did as the instructions indicated, hurling the staff like a javelin through the star's center.

Bright light erupted as the divine magic began to take hold in the ancient wood. This was it! As it slid through the divine symbol, it became an ashen gray before clattering to the ground with a heavy 'thunk'.

Curiously, I walked over to the staff where it lay on the ground. It certainly didn't look like a chain, in fact it looked more like...Nudging it with my toe to make sure it was safe, I picked it up and confirmed my suspicions. "It turned into stone. Great. It turned into freaking stone!" I looked upwards with a frustrated groan. "Excellent spell there, God! I know I've always wanted to make this stupid thing even heavier!" A loud clap of thunder made me immediately dive for cover. "Okay, I'm sorry! Stupid thing to say." That was when I heard the sound of the door opening. Sure enough, a soaking wet Levia descended into the Library, carrying two large bags of groceries.

"I find it absolutely incredible just how much food the world has in ready supply," she commented in her elegant Scottish brogue before realizing that she wasn't speaking to anyone. Turning her head she began to look around, puzzled. "Ishmael?"

"Here," I called out, clambering from beneath the desk where I'd been hiding. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Don't laugh. If you had God on your ass, you'd be jumpy too."

"God, as you say, is on all of our asses," she pointed out. "So...how goes the training?"

I flinched. I'd really hoped she wouldn't have asked that question. Noting my silence, she turned to look at me with those large seafoam green eyes. They were so beautiful, I noted, but in truth, I'd never given it much thought. Giving a sigh of surrender, I offered her the staff for inspection. Taking it, her fingers ran over the smoothed out stone before she raised an eyebrow seeking an explanation.

"It's supposed to be a chain," I murmured bashfully. "Look Levia, I just don't think…"

"For starters, the Divine Chain is not an actual chain," she interrupted, her eyes gleaming with recognition. "I can understand why you'd be confused though. It's not something you learn of in your typical 'Sunday School' as you humans have started calling it."

"Why am I having to do this again?"

Holding up her hand, she grinned and began counting off the reasons on her fingers. "You're the descendent of Job, you're being hunted by monsters, you've nothing better to do, the Trinity is about to be released, and I said so."

"Be glad you're cute," I muttered grumpily grabbing a bottle of Mountain Dew from the bag and twisting the top off. Chugging half of it, Levia's eyes widened.

"Holy Hell, you drank it?!"

"Umm, yes?"

"Ishmael, that stuff's practically poison! I only bought it because I thought it may come in handy against some of our enemies."

I took a deep breath setting the bottle down on the desk and rubbing my temples. "Levia, I know you've been sealed away for a long time. People today, we drink things that are probably unhealthy for us. We don't tend to question things. And while I certainly don't know what," I paused, taking a glance at the label, "'Natural Flavors' are, I can't deny that they taste good and haven't killed me yet."

Her grin became smug as I took another swig from the bottle. "It's castoreum."

"Don't know what that is."

"It's…"

"Don't wanna know what that is."

"Extract from a beaver's anal gland."

I sighed, putting the bottle on the desk. "Why do you have to ruin things for me, Levia? I mean, seriously. Why? I'm just trying to enjoy my Coke, and that's it."

"That's Mountain Dew, Ishmael."

I threw my hands up in frustration. "It's a Southern thing!" Taking another deep breath, I calmed myself. "Regardless, why the heck did the staff turn into stone?" Grasping it, she turned towards me and tossed it through the air. As I caught it, the thing reverted back to wood in my hands.

"The Divine Chain," she explained smoothly, "is the hierarchy of creatures and elements. Think of it as a catalogue of everything in existence. From the lowest thing, stone as you've discovered, to the absolute highest thing: God."

"So...it summons God?"

She chuckled at my implication, causing my cheeks to burn red in embarrassment.

"Levia, I don't know as much about this as you do, okay? I wasn't alive back then. It's been nearly four thousand years since this stuff was common knowledge, understand? So please, stop laughing at me as if I were an idiot. I'm understanding about your lack of pop culture knowledge."

"Ishmael, I was trapped in a wooden horse for every one of those four thousand years, recall? I could see and hear everything that happened around me. I'm not completely lost on customs and habits of your world. I'm just new to them is all."

"Well, I'm new to this," I snapped. "I didn't ask to be attacked by the God-damned Kraken! Not even a week ago, I was just a kid working at a theme park!"

Approaching me with a sway in her hips, Levia's flirtatious nature began to shine through. Standing behind me, she ran her hands along my arms to my wrist, her chin perched on my shoulder. This close, I could even smell the scent of fresh seawater that she seemed to naturally exude. "Here," she purred in my ear, "show me exactly what you did."

In truth, whenever she got like this it really bothered me. Not that I didn't mind being flirted with or anything, just that I wasn't used to it. Girls only tended to flirt with me if they wanted something, so it just made it that much harder to trust her. Even still, I obliged. "So, first I traced the Star of Solomon," I explained.

"Good."

As my hands began to move through the air, I found myself picturing a chain once again. I knew that Levia had said it wasn't an actual chain, but if it worked like she was suggesting, I could turn the staff into any material. "I focused on the image I wanted."

"Stop," she instructed, causing my hand to freeze mid-air. "Ishmael, the Star of Solomon is a unicursal pentacle."

"A what?"

I could feel her soft lips curl into a smile just beneath my ear. "A five-pointed star, drawn in one movement. What you've been drawing is the Star of David. That's why it isn't working. The staff changed to rock because it's the lowest of elements. Now, follow my movements."

Her gentle touch guided my hand as she hummed softly in my ear, a sound so beautiful that I could hear it for hours. "You're making it difficult to concentrate," I informed her.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay," I replied, continuing to follow her guidance. Closing my eyes, I began to focus once more on the chain. Levia often told me to think of things in fine details, even if they were random, as it helped to solidify its existence. The chain was iron. It had forty, half-inch, links. As I continued to picture its different qualities, my hand reached the fifth point.

"Now, throw it," she whispered, giving me a playful kiss on the cheek for good luck and stepping back.

Taking a step back, I switched my grip on the staff and threw it like a spear. As soon as it pierced the heart of the star, the divine light blossomed around it and it clattered to the ground, a perfect iron chain. "Yes, I did it!" I cheered.

"Very good," she clapped. "Now, take a break and eat something would you? We wouldn't want you to go weak with hunger."

Heading back to the desk, I found myself in awe of it all still. Levia and I had first met when a giant waterspout formed over the ocean. She was a wooden carousel horse at the time, oddly, and when I tried to save some stupid kid, I ended up being grabbed by the Kraken. The actual freaking Kraken!

I managed to cut off its tentacle with my pocket knife, but when I tried to scramble back up the boardwalk, she'd come loose and slammed into me, knocking me into the ocean. I tried to keep myself afloat by grabbing onto her, and my hand touched the polished metal bridle.

This wooden horse started to feel really hot, like it was alive, but I was more concerned with the enormous squid and the giant water spout . Just as I got a breath of air, the Kraken pulled me under again. This thing was so massive, I saw it grab the ferris wheel and crumple it like tissue paper in its tentacles.

But, wouldn't you know, the horse had managed to knock my pocket knife out of my hand when I fell in the water. I swear, I thought I was going to die as I clung on to the horse for dear life, pulling it through the water with me. That was when her polished marble eyes blinked. I nearly screamed out all of my air right then and there as I tried to let go, but found myself unable to.

As she tugged backwards in the water, how I'm still not sure, she managed to pull me from the Kraken's grip. The horse dove back into the water and then...I'm not really sure what happened. At first, the water turned crystal clear, like all the mud and debris had been launched out from it. Then it became almost silver. It occurred to me later that the silver was the clear water breaking as Levia moved so swiftly through it that it wouldn't stop churning.

Finally, the water spout dissipated as the once silver water became a dark blue murky cloud. Then, out of nowhere, the horse rocketed towards me, grabbing me and throwing me on its back. I wanted off, but again I found that my body stuck to it like it was made of some sort of glue, no pun intended.

That was the first time I heard her beautiful voice. "Sleep." It was only one word, but she managed to compel my body to do just that with it. Next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed with my best friend Sam hanging over me.

"What's wrong?"

Her voice managed to tug me out of my memories. "Huh?"

"I asked you what's wrong. You're staring at me rather intently."

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking." Levia grinned, taking a bite of her own burger as I began to work on mine. "You know," I began after I swallowed, "that burger you're eating has just as many chemicals in it as the Mountain Dew. Besides, I thought horses were herbivores."

"Aye, horses perhaps," she agreed, "but I'm not a horse, Ishmael. We've been over this."

"Look, you use the term Kelpie, Each-Uisge, or whatever, but if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck…"

She blinked, confused. "I don't understand. I don't look, nor do I quack like a duck."

"It's a saying. It means 'things are as they appear'."

She covered her mouth, again to hide a giggle. It was an irritating giggle to be sure. I knew she didn't mean it to be, but it always came out like a condescending tinkling of a bell. "Ishmael, I think we can both agree that when it comes to Cryptids none of us are as we appear."

"I suppose so," I murmured, rather sadly. My best friend Sam, as it turned out, was not who she said she was. She ended up being a Cryptid herself, despite having claimed before that she had no knowledge of such things. The last I'd seen of her she blasted me with a wave of flames before leaping from a window and flying away.

"Ishmael? Are you still worried about Red?"

"She has a name, Levia. Her name is Sam. And yes, of course I'm worried about her. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, she did try to kill you," Levia pointed out, taking another bite despite my warning. "After all, you couldn't have known she was a phoenix."

"I suppose not, but still. She looked so sad when she attacked me. I don't think she really wanted to do it."

The young Scotswoman sighed, standing up and moving to the other side of the desk to sit beside me. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "I know she was your friend, Ishmael. But you have to let her go. You're on different sides now, but don't worry," her voice once more turned into a whisper as her hot breath rolled along my ear, "I'll protect you."

I turned to look in her eyes, the beautiful creature enthralling me with her gaze as I tried to back away. I found myself pressed against one of the old walls of the hidden library while she crept towards me. Despite her human appearance, I could almost see the bestial way she stalked me as if I were her prey and for a moment I felt a rush of adrenaline. Fear? Excitement? Both? "L-levia," I stammered, "what are you doing?"

With my back against the smooth stone, I found myself sliding down as she crawled over me, not breaking eye contact for a second. "Don't worry Ishmael, you know I'd never hurt you." Her words made my head feel like it was stuffed with cotton as my body surrendered itself, her lips seeking out mine with a passionate kiss.

It didn't take long for me to become invested in her actions even further before, I nudged her with my nose to break our kiss. "Levia, I appreciate it but...we've only just met…"

"Not one for love at first sight?" she teased.

I bashfully turned my head away from her, "W-well, I mean...love? That's a pretty strong word there." My complaints died off when her hands ran up my thighs to begin affectionately stroking my crotch.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"I-I j-j-just think, you're moving a little too quickly is all," I stammered, my eyes meeting hers once again. There was a cunning in them that I'd never noticed before, but even still her touch felt so wonderful, I wasn't sure if I could resist her advances for much longer. After all, I'm only human.

She smiled playfully, her body swaying from side to side as she gripped my belt and popped it open. My breathing became sharp and ragged as she leaned closer to me. "Are you certain that's what you want?" My heart was beating so fiercely, I was positive that she could hear it.

"Won't...you know...adultery and all that?" I tried, though my arms still rested at my side. I could probably push her off of me if I wanted to, I told myself, though I then argued that I had no idea if that was actually the case.

She let out a light giggle, unbuttoning my fly and slowly pulling down the zipper. "Check your dictionary, Ishmael. Adultery is when one partner is married," she hummed softly, sending a numb tingling all over. "You're not married, are you Ishmael?"

"No!" I answered a little too eagerly. "I mean...shouldn't we, you know...date...or something?"

Her hand paused, remaining where it was: resting on my bulge. For a brief moment, I thought that I'd managed to convince her to stop, until I realized that sly grin of hers had become even bigger than before. "So you want to date me, Ishmael?"

I chuckled nervously. "This...this is a joke, right? You're just screwing with me."

"Not yet, I'm not," she purred. Drawing her hand away from me, for a moment I thought that was the end of her flirting, but instead she straightened and began to unbutton her blouse. "Do you know what my favorite thing about your world is?" Completely enthralled, I shook my head. "Your clothing. It's so much more comfortable than it used to be. I managed to find clothes for myself from a donation bin. The only trouble I had was, I couldn't find anything that really fit my bust." As it slipped open, it revealed a lacey black bra beneath it. I could scarcely believe that they had donated something so...provocative.

I was sweating bullets now, and Levia knew that she had me eating from the palm of her hand. Slipping her blouse off of her shoulders, she tossed it aside, running her hands along her body to further draw my attention to it.

"These new breast supports are amazing," she commented, running her fingers up her stomach to come to a rest in her cleavage. "They're much nicer than binding them as we used to. But there is one trouble." Turning away from me, she sat on her knees. "I'm afraid, though, I still have some trouble getting it off, could you lend me a hand?" Turning her head slightly to look at me, she gave me a flirty wink.

My hands trembled as they reached forward towards her bra. It barely registered in my mind that by doing this, I was all but telling her that she'd gotten to me. Reaching the clasp, my fingers felt so large and clumsy as she leaned back more, her hand rising to stroke my cheek affectionately.

Once the tiny hooks had come undone, she grinned, shrugging off the undergarment before covering her breasts with her arms and turning back to face me. I was certain that she noticed the desire that had made itself apparent down below, but she just sat there for a moment. "Relax, Ishmael. Don't be so uptight. You act like you've never been with a woman before."

"I...haven't…" I confessed, my eyes struggling to find a part of her to lock on.

"Ah, now the pieces fall into place," she giggled. "Well, still. No need to worry, I'll guide you, okay?" As her first arm fell, she moved closer to me, grasping my hand in hers and bringing them to her breast. "It's okay, you won't hurt me," she promised.

Shyly, I began to rub and massage them. I could tell by the way she closed her eyes and bit her lip that she was enjoying this. Her breathing became more ragged as she then guided my free hand to her other breast. They were so marvelously round and soft. I didn't think anything could be so soft. "Like this?"

"Yes, love. Just...like...that," she murmured. My fingertips brushed against her nipple, causing her entire body to become coated in goosebumps as she shuddered. As one hand fell away from her breast, she gave me the most adorable pout, but she had no reason for concern. The floodgates had already broken, I wasn't going back now.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her closer to me. Instead of playing along, however, she decided to pounce forward. Her lips crashed against mine as she let out a content sigh. Leaning slightly to the side, we continued our kiss as she lay against my chest. I now had one arm wrapped around her in a comforting embrace, the other still massaging her breast.

It was then she decided she'd reciprocate the feeling, running her hand along the thin stretched fabric of my shirt and tracing the muscles that were present with her fingertips. As her hand sank even lower to my waist, she slid her hand into my boxers. As she brushed against my member, I felt a surge of blood rush through it. A soft smile spread across the lips pressed against my own as she tenderly began to stroke it.

I'd touched myself before, of course, but the tenderness she used was indescribable. In order to make things even, my hand traveled a similar route to slide up her skirt only to find that her panties matched her bra in texture. Pressing against it with my fingers, I was surprised to find them already damp and eager.

Her head tilted back, letting out a soft moan of delight. Seeing an opening, I leaned forward and began to kiss and suck on her throat. "You're an absolute natural," she gasped. "Please, don't stop."

I obliged, my teeth running along her skin as my fingers brushed aside the thin fabric so that they could wriggle their way into her slippery passage. She took a ragged breath, tilting her head back more. Wrapping her hand around my cock, she began to run it up and down. Her fingernail ran just under the sensitive tip, and I wished I knew a way to pay her back for that.

Thinking that perhaps if I went deeper, I readjusted my hand, pressing my thumb upward against a hard nub just above her folds. She let out a loud moan, causing me to stop in surprise. "I'm sorry Lev, did I hurt you?"

Her cheeks were burning a bright red as began to stroke faster. "N-no. That was wonderful. I'm sorry if I scared you."

In response, I just leaned my head back down to continue giving attention to her collar. I could feel her fine patch of hair brushing against my fingers as I continued to pump in and out of her in rhythm to her strokes.

"Mmm...I think we can call it on the foreplay," she purred, tugging away from me. I looked up at her in disappointment. She was done? Now that she'd roped me in, I didn't want to stop. I started to get up, until I watched her undo her skirt and slip it off with her now soaked panties. "You know, I can't help but notice that there's a slight unfairness in the number of clothes we each have on."

"S-sorry."

Levia stared at me, touching her lip with her finger as if she were contemplating something, all the while, I could see the glistening flesh between her legs that called to me. "Simon says, shirt off." To accent the command, she pointed her finger at me before jerking it over her shoulder.

Obediently, I slid it from my body, only to find a curious thought to begin to form in my mind. How would she taste? I'd heard (and seen) that in porn guys sometimes did it for girls, but I'd never given it much thought. Now the question was burning in my mind. Adjusting my position slightly, she seemed to be deep in thought again.

"Okay, next comes your paaants!" She let out a surprised squeal as I interrupted her commands by placing my lips on her mound. Her taste was far sweeter than I had expected, and soon, I found myself falling love with the taste.

I pressed my nose against the same hard nub, and her legs began to wobble weakly as she grasped my hair for support. She bucked her hips against my tongue, my eyes looking up into hers as if I were her pet.

"Ishmael, I thought we were d-done with foreplay," she gasped. Despite her protest, she didn't seem to mind much, rather she began to pull me further into her gushing pussy. "Oh, yes! You're such a liar Ishmael, no one can be this good on their first tiiiime!" Her legs began to buckle beneath her as her muscles tensed up and rewarded me with a wave of the sweetest creamy treat. She tugged my head back, managing to regain her balance. "No...no more…" she pleaded, "I want to save some energy for you. Now will you take off your clothes?"

I shyly complied, finding myself naked as she lowered herself towards me. Her knees straddled my thighs as she placed her hands on my shoulders. She began to guide herself down onto my cock, causing it to spread her apart as it was coated in softness and warmth. This felt so unbelievably wonderful, my mind was exploding in fireworks.

I could feel every wonderful pulse of blood that pumped through her body as she tightened around me. My hands returned back to where they'd started: at her breasts. As she began to grind her body against me, I could feel my mind slipping away to her control ,my lips parting in a silent moan before I wrapped them around one of her nipples and began to suck.

When she didn't protest, I began to suck more roughly. I dragged my teeth along her nipple, causing her to raise and sink on me just as fiercely. I knew I'd be sore later, but God it just felt so good, I didn't care about anything. I didn't care about the Trinity or the end of the world; all I cared about was making sure that Levia didn't stop showering me with her sexual desires.

Running her hand beneath my chin, she tilted it upwards and kissed me again, this time, her tongue tangling with mine in our mouths. It was then that I realized she was tasting herself on my tongue. The thought was so erotic that when she tensed up and came for a second time, it took every ounce of will I had to stop myself from cumming on the spot. "L-levia, I can feel...s-something…" I explained to her, causing her to smile and clamber off of me.

"Fair's only fair," she whispered. "I don't do this often though, so don't get too used to it." Leaning down I watched her lick her pussy juices off every inch of me. Each stroke of her rough tongue made holding it even more difficult than before. When at last she'd cleaned me completely, she wrapped her lips around my dick and began to slide them up and down the tender flesh.

I couldn't believe it, but her mouth felt even better than her pussy did. My fingers wove through her short black hair, pulling her as she had on me further down suddenly. I heard her retch as I felt my tip slip into something even warmer and tighter. It wasn't until she pushed back against my hand to gasp that I realized it had been her throat.

"Ishmael, you've got to warn a girl before you do that," Levia lectured. "Here, just let me, alright?"

I nodded sheepishly, allowing her to continue the mind-numbing process. My hands didn't leave her head, stroking it affectionately as I felt the familiar twitching coming back. I opened my mouth to warn her, but I couldn't speak as my hips raised from the ground. I could feel something coming out of my body and into her mouth. "L-levia, I'm so, so, sorry…" I began, but then I watched her pull from me,as another spurt of white arced from my tip on to her face and breasts.

Holding out her tongue, I could see the first few jets still resting there in her mouth before she tilted her head back and swallowed, causing ripples to run down her sexy gullet. She crawled closer to me, snuggling into my arms as she wiped my semen from her body before licking it seductively off her fingers. "How was it?"

I could feel the blissful high still rushing through my body as I weakly muttered, "Fantastic."

"That's nice of you to say," she teased, drawing small circles on my chest, "you weren't so bad yourself lover." She and I lay down on the carpeted floor of the library, her body on top of and cuddled against mine as we embraced one another to keep warm. "You're probably going to fall asleep, now," she informed me before giving a yawn of her own, "and that's okay. So long as you still hold me while you do it."

"I promise," I whispered, kissing her once more before the two of us closed our eyes to take a nap.

To be continued...