byLost Boy©
Jon finishes his story about his time collecting the Library Stones. Below is a brief explanation of them and how they relate to technomagic. Viridian Mind Stone: Represents the direction of East, the element of Air or the powers of the Mind Fire Stone: Represents the direction of South and the element of Fire or the powers of Energy Chronarch's Sapphire: Represents the direction of West and the element of Water or the powers of Time Pharaoh's Pyramid: Represents the direction of North or the element of Earth or the power over Matter Aessence Stone: Represents the direction of Heaven or Above or the element of Souls or Life Qual Amethyst: Represents the direction of Below or the element of Space or Dimensions I hope that clears things up a little. Jon was sent to collect them by Nyarlathotep for reasons yet to be revealed. I hope you enjoy this installment.
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Dungeon:
Wind Sword Manor:
Mom had spent the entire time I told her about the Blind and Vana licking my cock perfectly clean. I was bordering on a painful erection at this point. She shifted positions now and knelt between my legs. She trapped my cock between her soft but firm tits. Now Mom was slowly tit fucking me as she looked up at me with a hungry smile.
"So I take it," she said as she licked the head of my cock when it popped out from between her tits. "...the plan was to save two girls and not just one."
"MMMMMMMMMM that was the plan... damn Mom you do suck a mean cock."
"That's because all the nice cocks are boring," she moaned.
"I take it that tight little pussy of yours feels the same way."
"You better believe it. But no pussy for you, until you shoot cum all over me," she demanded.
"Yes Ma'am whatever you say."
"Now what happened after you left with the girls?"
The Blind:
Crypt of the Solar Titans:
The three of us made our way up the hill. It looked like it was going to take a little bit so I decided a little small talk couldn't hurt.
"I like your tail," I told the girl on my left.
"Of course you do," she said coolly.
"Wow... okay," I said turning my attention to the gal on my right.
"You aren't J'Nai, are you related to them," I asked tentatively.
"As a matter of fact my people are," she said with a smile. "We share a common ancestor but living conditions on two worlds created two distinctly different races."
"That's interesting," I said and looked over at the other girl who had long ago let go of my arm and was walking by herself. "Did I do or say something to upset you?"
"No Master," she replied bitterly. "You did nothing, however the universe as a whole seems to have shit on my entire species."
"Okay I won't bother you again," I told her and turned back to the blonde. "...So you share a common ancestor."
"Yes, my people settled on an idyllic world and cultivated a society of scientists, poets and dreamers. While the J'Nai, in order to survive their hostile environment, became what they are brutal savage killers."
"Interesting twin gods and sibling races," I said to her.
"Indeed," she agreed. "The J'Nai are the children of Quin as we are the scions of Sar."
"I take it Sar is not a blood thirsty deity?"
"Not at all," she said. "She is the goddess of poetry, dance and inspiration."
"So in a combat situation the J'Nai would wipe the floor with your people."
"You might think that but the monks of Sar are quite gifted hand to hand fighters."
"So you would argue that finesse trumps brute force."
"An elegant way of stating my side of things, yes finesse trumps force."
I glanced over at the other girl and saw that she was looking pissy again. I knew that I had promised to leave her be but damn it the air needed to be cleared. We were nearing the next level of this terraced city. So when we were able to access it I led us to the left and found a nice spot to sit down.
"Sit both of you," I ordered. When they were both seated I turned to the blonde and touched her mind. "Sleep and forget," I said and she fell backwards quite comatose. Then I turned to other girl. "Okay sweet cheeks what is your fucking malfunction?"
"Why do you care? I mean all I am to you is a body slave and a whore."
"Scan me," I told her. "I can feel you are a gifted telepath. Take a look in here and tell me what you find."
She closed her eyes and I could feel her brush against my surface thoughts. Then suddenly she was diving deep and seeing things few people knew about me. Then I was once more alone in my mind.
"You wanted to save someone," she blurted out as tears fell.
"Yeah so can we lose the attitude and talk about what is really bothering you?"
"I guess it is all about learning that everything my mother ever told me was a lie," she said as the tears continued to trickle down her face.
"What sort of lie?"
"She told me from the time I was very young until I attended the Coda that I was special. She said that our people were special."
"What makes you think that you or your people aren't special?"
"We are the end result of a long term science project and nothing more!"
"I don't understand," I told her taking her hand and gently stroking it.
"My people were created in a lab. We are just piecemeal genetics from hundreds of other races. Do you know how that feels," she asked.
"Wait a minute," I said. "You are telling me that someone travelled across the galaxy collecting the best of other species. Then they spent god only knows how long working diligently to blend them into the gorgeous woman before me. You think that is plain or ordinary?"
Suddenly what I said hit her and stopped crying. She wiped away the tears and began to view things from a more logical mindset instead of an emotional one. I could see the gears turning and a smile slowly spread across her lips.
It was then that I took the time to really take in her beauty. The first thing that caught my eye was her unusual hair. It was long, straight and raven black at the roots. But by the time it reached the ends there was no color to it at all. In fact the hair became completely transparent and appeared made out of glass fibers. I slid my fingers into it and found it to be the softest hair I had ever touched in my life.
Then I noticed the two tentacle-like tails that emerged from beneath her hair and lay behind and beneath each ear. They were thin, smooth and tapered to a very fine end. When I lightly ran my thumb across one the effect was not unpleasant for her. Her eyes actually fluttered a bit when I did that. When I started to do it again she stopped me.
"MMMMMMMM please they are very sensitive," she purred.
"Do they serve a purpose besides a sensual one?"
"Yes," she said and paused. "They allow us to echolocate."
"Amazing," I said and she smiled again.
"Here," she said taking my hand and laying it against her neck. "Feel that?"
"Yeah it is like subtle ridges."
"Those are my gills; we were designed for nearly any environment."
I pulled open the top of my robe and tapped my chest. She leaned in and listened. Then I tapped the other side. She moved her head and giggled.
"You have two hearts, that is wonderful," she said.
Suddenly we were comparing genetic traits the way bikers compare tattoos. Soon we were both laughing and her mood was much improved.
"I have been looking at this the wrong way haven't I?"
"Yeah, someone perhaps many some ones put a lifetime of love and dedication into the birth of your race."
"My mother was right, we are special."
"So what is this Coda thing that you attended?"
"It is a kind of academy that selects the best students and polishes them until they shine."
"Sounds pretty damn prestigious to me," I said.
"Oh it is, only the top one percent get in. They hone physical, mental and emotional skills until we are ready to go out and represent our race."
"So what sort of work were you chosen to do?"
"I was to be a bodyguard, assassin or courtesan, but I hadn't decided which yet."
"So what happened?"
"Mutt," slurred the drowsy Sarithi as she began to wake up.
"That happened," the other said. "Wherever I went I was greeted with that vile word."
"How despicable," I said turning to look at the blonde as she sat up. "You are no better than the J'Nai."
"We are no worse either; at least we were conceived naturally."
"You are both artificial," I said. "You and the J'Nai were sent out as an experiment nothing more. I am sure your parent race views you as imperfect branches on the family tree."
"Take that back or..."
She never finished as the other gal struck her with a wicked back fist robbing her of consciousness.
"HMMMM I guess bodyguard it is," she mused.
"So that I don't have to call you 'hey you' all the time..."
"...I am Illiria of the N'Dostii," she proudly introduced herself.
I sounded out her name and race slowly to get it right.
"Il-LEER-ee-uh of the Nuh-DOSE-tie, is that correct?"
"The pronunciation is correct but you sound like you are brain damaged when you say it."
"Jeez I was just trying to get it right," I said laughing. "Brain damaged... really?"
"No, but if she ever says mutt in front of me again she will be."
"I'll handle it," I told her.
I stood up and tossed the unconscious Sarithi over my shoulder. Illiria and I finished our jaunt up to the crypt in blissful silence. The structure was even more impressive up close. It had to be at least a thousand feet in height and a full city block square at the base. The exterior of the thing was covered in windows. But not in the conventional way by any means. Near ground level the windows were narrow high and arched. The level above that was scenic stain glass murals depicting gods, demons and horrors best left to the dark twisted dreaming of the insane. Each level above that was yet another style of glass and art to dazzle the eye. This wasn't just a crypt it was a celebration of light, the sun and myriad cultures from a thousand scattered worlds.
My burden was beginning to wiggle as she woke up. I gave her a good slap on the ass to quiet her as I set her down on her feet. The bruise on the side of her head was darkening nicely. Once she was on her feet she spun around to face us and boy was she pissed.
"Who hit me," she asked ready to exact revenge.
"It doesn't matter," I told her.
Just as she was about to reply, we all heard the movement from behind one of the many massive pillars on the ground level. Suddenly she was behind me and the figure revealed itself. He was at least twenty feet tall as he drew himself fully erect. My first thought was some kind of crazy centaur but there was nothing equine about the thing at all. The lower half reminded me of a six legged dragon with its clawed feet and armored scales. The upper half was humanoid enough until you got to the face and its distinct blend of reptile, dragon and man. The torso also had scales but these were smaller and more iridescent like a fish or other aquatic. The entire color scheme was deep blues, greens and gold.
"What are you doing here," it asked in a deep booming voice.
"I was told to come here by Vana," I replied.
"Then you are most welcome Sublime Master to the Crypt of the Solar Titans," he said with a bow.
"It is an amazing structure; pity the lighting is so poor."
"Pity indeed," the thing said. "Once it shone with the glory of ten thousand suns. Now it is a dim mockery of its former splendor."
"I take it you are this place's guardian?"
"I was but no longer. My duty is done and now that you are here I will depart."
"You shouldn't leave empty handed," I said as I spun and scooped the Sarithi into my arms. "Here a parting gift from the Sublime Master for a job well done."
He took her squirming form into his arms and looked her over.
"She is attractive enough but a little petite than most of my lovers."
"Oh she is plenty fierce and sturdy I promise."
"I like the fiery ones," he said with a smile. "The louder the better is my rule of thumb."
"Oh trust me she'll be plenty loud."
"Farewell Sublime Master," he said and lumbered away down the hill with the Sarithi flung over his shoulder still kicking and wiggling.
I began to laugh as I watched their departure but Illiria was not so amused. She had her arms crossed under her ample breasts and was glaring at me.
"Jon Masters, is that any way to treat a lady?"
"Are we talking about the same woman here," I replied.
"I was trying to find something your mother would say. And no she deserves whatever the big brute gives her."
"Well at least one of them will be happy. Besides I couldn't possibly keep her around. She was a liability to everyone's safety, especially mine."
"I will wait out here. The invitation was for you after all."
"I don't know how long this will take."
"Eh don't fret Jon I can take care of myself."
"I don't doubt that for a single moment."
The interior of the crypt was a series of concentric circular walls. Each set about one hundred feet apart like those Russian nesting dolls. After the fourth open doorway I found that I had entered the center of this level. There was barely enough light filtering inside to allow the low light option on the contact lenses to function. I didn't want to grope around remembering what Vana's true form looked like. But I didn't have long to wait after entering the chamber for her and her brothers to make their appearance. There were seven of them in total. Her six brothers opted for their insect form while Vana graced me with that stunning young woman I had seen earlier.
"Our Mother sends greetings Jon Masters," Vana said.
"Who exactly is your mother?"
"Are you not familiar with the Weaver?"
"That explains much," I said.
"I am glad that clarifies things for you Jon," she said in an almost intimate tone. "My Mother has an offer to make to you."
"Is She here," I asked trying to pierce the layers of darkness around me.
"No She is otherwise occupied. But has sent us as Her emissaries," Vana explained.
"Ah, so what can little old me do for the Great and Powerful Weaver," I said with the utmost respect.
"She wants you to work for Her," Vana said with a smile.
"In what capacity exactly," I asked.
"Mother needs a new Keeper of Secrets," she said.
"Oh is that all," I replied. "What is a keeper do?"
"Why you collect and keep secrets silly man."
"It is a great honor She offers me," I said and saw the fine line I was walking. "I will accept of course."
You don't turn down a being as old or as powerful as the Weaver, ever.
"I told you he was as wise as he was perceptive," Vana said to her brothers.
There came from them a sound like nails on a chalkboard and I assumed they were speaking.
"My brothers want to know when you can begin working," Vana asked.
"I have two more stones to acquire, prior commitment and all that."
"Mother understands, so once those stones are gained She will be in touch."
"Okay, I will leave you to it," I said and began to turn.
"Jon where are you going," Vana asked as she settled her hand on my shoulder.
"I thought we were done."
"Oh no Jon, we are just beginning."
More sounds came from her brothers and if it was laughter it was the sort that terrified little children and grown men alike.
"What more do you require of me?"
"You need to be prepared as a vessel for Secrets," she purred in my ear. "You poor mortal mind cannot possibly contain the knowledge you will gather for Her. You need to understand things better."
I had a flashback to the cave and what Nyarlathotep did to me and I shuddered. But I was way too deep to run now. Trust me that I wanted to run screaming from that place. I turned and was led to the very center of that place. The seven of them formed a circle around me and began to walk counter clockwise.
"Open your mind to us Jon," Vana crooned. "Drop all of your defenses and let Her in."
I closed my eyes and did as I was told. I lowered every mental shield that I could. Better that than what I felt might happen if I didn't. It began like a light whisper. It felt like a soft gentle breeze flowing through my hair. Then I knew someone else was in my thoughts. It was a dark cold intellect that brushed through my memories like they were nothing more than an inconvenience. Then She was triggering each and every life experience I had ever had. From the very first breath I took as an infant to that terrible sound of the jail cell door closing for the first time. My life was bare and naked before the all seeing eye of the Weaver. But it wasn't just the memories it was the emotion behind them that came flooding through. I was crying and laughing and climaxing all at the same time. Every dirty little secret was hers to know and She systematically went through them all. By the time She was done there was nothing She didn't know and I was raw from the experience. I felt like my skin was made of glass. A simple touch would shatter me and leave me broken on the floor of the crypt.
Then I felt Her power flow into me. It too started off small like a light spring rain. But all too soon it became a torrent with hurricane force winds. I think I was screaming at the end as more and more of her energy became my own. I felt like each and every cell of my body would burst into flames. Then it was over. But it wasn't done with me not entirely. I stood in a dark place that vibrated with the sounds from ten thousand worlds. Each precise note meant something profound. The birth of a new born or the death of millions and it was all the same to Her. Life and death were just a different song for Her to enjoy. I turned to face Her. There like the mother of all nightmares was the Weaver in all Her unbridled horror and glory. She glanced at me with those eyes that seemed to number like the stars in the sky. I was once more naked and defenseless before Her.
"Not so frail now are you Jon Masters," She said Her voice was like a choir of angels or a den of devils or perhaps both.
"I am what you made of me," I replied.
"Yes you are and you are beautiful," She said. "Are you ready?"
"Ready," I asked. "Am I ready for what?"
"Your fall from grace dear boy," She chuckled.
Then I was falling. Streaking through time and space and dimensions known and unknown I became a falling star. I screamed as I fell. Even when there was no air to carry my voice I screamed. Just when I thought my sanity would snap and it would never end, it did. With bone crushing force I impacted the stone floor of the crypt. Mask and staff spun off in two different directions as my stomach gave up it contents in violent protest to what I had just witnessed. I heaved so hard blood vessels burst as bile and blood mixed freely on the floor. I fully expected a cartoon like outline of my body on the stones themselves but I was denied that little pleasantry. However the pain from every cell in my body I was given in full measure. I wanted to cry out but could only mutely whimper in agony. I rolled onto my back and looked up into the smiling face of Vana the Weaver Spawn.
"Welcome back Jon how was your trip?"
"Fuck off bitch," I snarled.
"Tsk... Tsk... must watch that temper of yours," she said in dire warning.
"Or what you gonna do drop me off a skyscraper... been there done that."
"I suppose you have, haven't you."
I closed my eyes and ignored her. I thought about the Aessence Stone and the emerald light that had healed the Soulless. It was time to see if my healing factor could be given a little kick start. I imagined myself in a green cocoon of pure energy. I filled each breath with its light so that it flooded my body.
'HEAL,' I commanded with all my will.
The pain slowly began to fade. I could feel bones knitting back together. I knew that blood vessels and internal organs were repairing themselves. I guess Humpty Dumpty could put himself back together again. When the pain was gone I opened my eyes but the bitch was still there.
"What part of fuck off did you misunderstand?"
"Mother wanted me to give you something. But since you are being such a bastard about it..."
Suddenly the Weaver's presence was strong in the area.
"...Yes Mother I will do as you wish. I am leaving now. Check the stones in your staff Mother has added to your precious collection."
I sat up but by the time I wanted to apologize, Vana was long gone. It was probably better that way. I called my staff back to my hand and was surprised at how little effort it took. I did the same with Iyaden's Mask and began to head out when I heard it, the whisper of a mind below me in the crypt. The smart thing to do would be to just leave but when the hell did I ever do the smart thing?
"I am going to regret this," I said to the empty air.
I followed the sound to a spiral staircase set into the far side of the central chamber's floor. I walked down and found the next level lacking any available lighting at all. I was forced to use Umbra's hologram as a light source. Well at least I had company. The walls were covered with intricate carvings depicting various solar systems. Some of them had only one sun like my own and others with as many as three. I was beginning to get really confused. If this was really the Crypt of the Solar Titans why the hell were the tombs under the ground? I mean for any other race burial seemed a logical idea. But to shut up beings who worshipped the sun made no sense. I examined the carvings in greater detail and could almost pick out one or two of the solar systems. Then I noticed the plain flat areas between the decorations. There were placed at regular intervals and were all the same shape and size. I leaned in and touched the cold flat material. It was then that I realized what they were. Now it all made sense to me. Just then the mind that had gotten my attention was much closer. I turned and saw her huddled near a large outcropping of stone. The thing she was leaning heavily against was a sarcophagus! It must have been fifty feet or more in length.
"Titans indeed," I said.
"I am... I am... I am..." she muttered over and over then with a primal scream, "WHO AM I?"
"I am sorry I don't know."
"Who are you," she asked.
"My name is Jon."
"Jon," she said testing out my name. "My name is not Jon... give me a name Jon. I need a name. Please."
"Come closer so that I can have a better look at you," I told her.
She drew herself up to her full height which was nearly six feet. She was slender as a willow with average sized breasts and long ass legs. She reminded me of a female version of Storm with his albino condition. But this girl was different somehow. Was it her queer expression or was it the utter lack of imperfection? When she was close enough I could see what it was that was bothering me. It was her eyes; she was Qual or had Qual blood in her. Then right before my eyes her coloring changed like a pencil drawing being filled in. Her hair became black as night and her skin took on a healthy tan color. Those baleful red eyes turned a soothing cool blue in color. I decided to ignore her changes and find out more about her.
"How long have you been here," I asked her.
"I don't know."
"Do you remember anything?"
"Just a bright light and then I was here in this tomb," she said.
I reached out to touch her and she leaned away at first. Then she sniffed my hand just the way an animal would and only then would she let me get near her. I took her by the wrist and mirrored her action and took in her scent. It reminded me of Iyaden. She smelled safe and warm and loving.
"Do you mind if I make sure you are unhurt," I asked.
"You are very kind," she said.
"This won't hurt a bit," I told her as Umbra scanned her head to toe twice.
One scan was for surface injuries and the other a detailed medical scan of skeletal and internal organ structures. While Umbra processed the results of the UVIS (Ultra Violet Infra Sound) images we continued our little conversation.
"So, have you been hiding over there long," I asked.
"Oh no I spent some time speaking with the Singer," she said with a beautiful smile.
"Who is the Singer?"
In answer the strange girl grabbed me by the wrist and led me forward towards an open doorway. Once there I could see that it opened into a massive interior chamber like the one above. At the center of the room was a huge pool and fountain. In the center of the pool was a white stone obelisk with strange characters on it. But I saw no sign of a singer anywhere.
The girl headed straight for the large circular pool and I followed. Once we reached the pool she leaned over the lip of the pool and splashed the surface of the water. I couldn't help but admire the view she offered me.
"You are a very naughty man," she said but didn't move or try to cover up.
"With such a gorgeous young thing as yourself can you blame me?"
"I suppose not," she replied.
Then there came a disturbance in the water and up rose the Singer. It was one part star fish, one part octopus and the rest fearless curiosity. Its skin was navy, cyan and white with a marbled pattern of intricate curves and swooshes. The Singer's fierce gold eyes regarded me.
"Ah little one," the Singer said, "You have brought someone new."
"I am Jon Masters," I replied.
"You are the Sublime Master, or you are wearing his ring," the Singer chuckled.
"It is my ring."
"And you are its," the girl whispered.
I looked at the girl her color now returned to its albino coloring in the presence of the Singer.
"Kadaena here is an empath," the Singer explained. "Her shape, coloring and form are dictated by those around her. When nothing in particular is desired, she returns to her natural state."
"How do you know her name," I asked.
"It is written all over her," the Singer replied. "Kadaena, it means the Hidden Strength."
"The hidden strength," I repeated looking at her more closely.
"Yes," the Singer continued. "Why is a chain so strong? It is the links that bind that give it resilience. She possesses that connection through her empathy."
Like most riddles once you know the answer it all makes perfect strength. Then Umbra told me that the medical scans were done and I failed to hide the shock of the results.
"Chain indeed," I gasped.
"What is it," Kadaena asked. "Am I sick? Am I dying?"
"No you are healthy as can be," I told her. "Just some surprising results to the tests is all."
"Tell me," she demanded.
I looked at the Singer who nodded. The truth hurts and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
"I am not sure how to say this so I will just show you."
Umbra displayed a holographic image of Kadaena. Outwardly she was perfect in every way. Her biological symmetry bordered on the preternatural. But it was the internal workings that were most disturbing. The next image showed her skeleton and there highlighted for easier understanding were blue lines where the surgeries had been performed. The lines were located at the base of the skull, the armpits, the wrists, the hips and the ankles. Then there were the internal organs and the vast array of improvements that had been done. Her augmentations made mine and Liz's look pale by comparison.
"What does all of that mean," Kadaena asked.
"It means that you are the sum of your parts," I told her.
"Just tell me damn it!"
I blew out a heavy sigh before I could continue.
"Okay here goes," I said. "As far as I can tell you are perfect in every way. Physically both outward and internally you have not a single flaw that we can find. But to make you that way you were created from at least seven different female donors."
"What?"
"He means little one that someone handpicked the most attractive features of seven different candidates and brought them together to form you," the Singer added.
"Yeah, and that doesn't even begin to cover the internal modifications that you have undergone."
"So I was not born," Kadaena murmured. "I was put together in a lab somewhere."
"I am sorry," I said.
Kadaena sat down and I could see on her face that she was taking this news in. The Singer and I waited patiently. Then she turned to look at me.
"You said you were sorry, why did you say that?"
"Most people would take that news with some trepidation."
"Apparently I am not most people. I am the culmination of a life time of research and dedication. I will honor my creator by living a long and prosperous life."
I couldn't help but blink a few times and admire her attitude. The Singer appeared equally impressed with Kadaena.
"Little one you do us all proud," it said.
"I couldn't agree more," I added.
"Speaking of little one," Kadaena said leaning over and peering into the pool. "Where is it?"
"It," I asked following her example and bending over to look. "What is it?"
Something leapt from the pool and then everything went black. The next thing I know I am looking up at the ceiling and feeling violated.
"Did it rape me?" I asked feeling around my head for something attached.
I was greatly relieved to find nothing there. I sat up and took inventory. My staff was on the floor some feet away, rolled there when whatever the hell happened occurred. Iyaden's mask was nearby as well. But my watch was powered off and that struck me as very odd indeed. I turned it on and waited for Umbra to check in. I psychically yanked the staff and mask to my hands.
"Okay what the hell happened?"
"Oh it's gone," Kadaena mourned.
"What is gone?"
"The little creature that was living in the pool," she said pouting.
"Where did it go?"
"Away," she said.
That is all I ever got out of either of them. Whatever tackled me had simply gone away. Why did that not fill me with confidence? My exploration of the crypt was officially over.
"Fuck this noise," I cursed. "I am leaving. Singer, it was an experience. Kadaena, I wish you a long and fruitful career... whatever that ends up being."
"Wait! You aren't just going to leave me here are you?"
"Huh? You want to come with me?"
"Yeah silly," Kadaena said with an evil smile. "You found me."
"Now technically the Singer found you..."
"...Actually she found me. Besides I am not even near her species. Would you condemn her to a life here... in the dark?"
"Oh hell," I cursed again. "Alright but you have to behave."
"Then it is settled," Kadaena said with a huge grin.
She entangled her arms in one of mine and we were off. I looked over at her and she was now a stunning redhead with the green eyes. Though this time her eyes appeared like normal human eyes. She really was a chameleon of sorts. Umbra appeared next to us and her expression mirrored my own. It was that whole 'what the fuck just happened' look.
"Master, I have some missing time I cannot account for."
"That makes two of us. Scan Kadaena and me and maintain an ongoing medical update. Do periodic scans to make sure nothing is going to hatch out of my chest."
"Yes Master," Umbra said with a worried expression. "I see you have acquired another 'friend'."
"If that means lover," Kadaena said. "Then yes I am his newest friend."
"The manor house is going to get very crowded Sir if you keep this up."
"Yeah, tell me about it. And we are not lovers..."
"...Yet. When the time is right I will impress you I promise."
"That's a big ticket to punch there little one," I said.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM I think I will like big," she replied.
"Aw hell."
The rest of the walk to the exit was in silence thank god. But of course we couldn't leave without Vana making an unscheduled appearance. She seemed amused by Kadaena's tight grip on my arm.
"Listen," I began. "I am sorry about my rude behavior earlier."
"Is she one of your other lovers?"
"No," I said.
"Not yet," Vana added with a smile.
"Oh don't you start that."
"Jon you are so much fun to fuck with," Vana said smiling even more now. "Apology accepted by the way."
"Thanks. So what can I do for you or um Mom?"
"How astute of you, Mother has decided to facilitate your collection of the library stones. She is in need of your services earlier than expected."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"Check your staff," Vana said repeating her statement from our earlier meeting.
I held my staff of office horizontally and silently told Sterling to open up. The small alloy panel covering the slots allocated to the stones opened and revealed that all the slots were filled, all seven of them. There was now a seventh stone added to my collection besides the six I had been sent out to find. I looked at the three new stones and their individual beauty. There was the tear drop shaped sapphire, the pyramid cut yellow diamond and then there was the oddly cut black gem. The new stone had seven facets and though as dark a pitch glowed from within unlike the other six.
"What's the seventh one represent," I asked Vana.
"Well as you know Mother has provided for you the Chronarch's Sapphire and the Pharaoh's Pyramid but in Her infinite wisdom She has also given you the Black Library. It is a deep and compelling compendium on the subjects of Dark Matter and Dark Energy as your people call it."
"So what does the Weaver need me to do?"
"She will contact you soon Jon Masters," Vana said as she turned to leave. "Oh and I have something for you as well."
She walked over and got close enough that I was unsure what she was about to do. She lightly touched my left arm and a brief electrical discharge could be seen.
"Imagine that," she moaned. "...Sparks between us. I will see you soon Jon, keep a light on."
"Oh I will."
Then with that queer wavering effect she was gone.
"I got to figure out how she does that," I said to no one in particular. "Umbra, are you alright?"
"Yes Master but I am running a full level diagnostic just to be sure."
"That's my girl; tell me if you discover anything amiss."
"Who was that Jon," Kadaena asked.
"That little one was the daughter of the Weaver," I said. "Someone so far out of my league they have to use astronomical measurements just to calculate it."
"She's that important?"
"That and she is that dangerous."
"Oh."
"Yeah, but let's have some fun now shall we?"
"I like fun," she purred and grabbed my arm again.
I led her outside and there still on watch was faithful Illiria. Who took one look at Kadaena and just shook her head.
"I swear you find them in the most unlikely places."
"It's a knack," I replied. "Want to see a magic trick?"
"I love magic," Illiria said.
"Good because this trick will bring the house down. Now I just have to find a sweet spot."
"Um Jon what does a sweet spot look like," the two asked as one.
"I am looking for a fissure in the rock," I said.
"You mean a big crack," Kadaena asked.
"Yeah."
"Like that one up there," she said pointing up ahead.
"Perfect."
We all walked up and I looked at the fissure and it was perfect. Then I went to the side of the tower and opened one of the windows and directed the girls to stand inside. Next I altered the end of my staff into a sharp alloy spike. I drove the staff deep into the fissure and joined the girls at the edge of the window.
"Ready for some magic," I asked and they both nodded. "Okay Sterling you are on. Let's start with a nice deep tone."
Though I could hear it and Illiria could feel it poor Kadaena just shrugged and waited.
"Okay let's try another octave down and more power say twenty percent," I said to Sterling.
Now Kadaena felt it in her toes and so did every Blind in the valley below.
"Jon what are you doing," Kadaena asked.
"Well on my world there are trained singers who can break a crystal goblet with just there voice. This is the same concept at work. I am setting up a resonance or vibration in the ground. If I can hit just the right power and tone I can shatter the stone around the tower."
"Why the hell would you want to do that," Kadaena asked alarmed. "You will tip over the entire tower!"
"No I won't."
"Yes you will!"
"No I won't."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because little one when I found you I also discovered something else."
"What did you find?"
"Windows," I said smugly.
"Huh I don't get it. You mean someone built this tower with windows below ground. That doesn't make any sense."
"It does if you take into account that this tower is very old. So old in fact that a hillside grew up around it," I said.
While we were talking Sterling made adjustments on the fly and a deep rumbling ended our conversation. The three of us looked out as the staff was vibrating so much it appeared blurred to us. Then I looked at the ground around it and saw loose stones hopping and bouncing all over the place. Then there came the earth shattering kaboom. Okay it was more like a combination of an ear splitting cracking sound melded with an ultrasonic pop. I yanked my staff back to my hand just as the entire cliffside fell away in a shower of dust and an avalanche of furious destruction. The tower shook to its core but remained upright, thank god.
What had once been ground level was now at least eight hundred feet in the air. Once more the whole of the Crypt of the Solar Titans was revealed! Damn I was good.
"Um Jon, how do we get down from here," Kadaena asked.
I was in such a good mood I scooped them up by the waist and teleported us down to view my handiwork. Sadly the Blind were not so blissful about the massive amount of wreckage I had wrought. We were soon surrounded by a mob of angry giants but to my astonishment it was Red that came to our rescue. Or maybe he was coming to theirs.
"Master why have you done this," Red asked his voice trembling in fear. "I know that the wearer of Black angered you but to this extent?"
Before I could even speak it was Kadaena who answered.
"My companion and I require clothing, where can we find some?"
The three of us were directed to one of the structures far enough away from the landslide to still be standing. Inside was a vast assortment of robes sadly all of them had four arms. Kadaena and Illiria picked out one robe each that fit their height well enough. I knelt in front of Illiria and hummed a little tune while I focused my thoughts on the excess sleeves. I imagined the material falling off and sealing like an open wound. To my pleasant shock it worked better than hoped for. When the bottom sleeves fell to the ground the open gaps closed up as if they were never there. I took a moment and did the same for Kadaena and they were now dressed in costly silks. I noticed that there was a stack of black robes in the corner.
"What is to be done with those robes there," I asked.
"Why they are to be burned Master, it is our custom. Unless they would please you then feel free to take them with our blessing."
"I accept your gift, girls if you will. Now about the crypt I will be taking that with me as well."
If I could choose an emotion to tie to the collective expression it would have been shock mixed with relief.
"Master," said Red. "You are going to remove the crypt?"
"Yes it deserves to be bathed in sunlight so that its true glory is revealed."
"This I have to see," muttered one of the Blind.
The girls had gathered up the wearer of Black's robes and as per my instructions left the domain of the Blind. They then headed directly back to Wind Sword Manor. I stayed behind to shift the tower from its current location to a more discrete one. Yes I put it in the backpack. No I wasn't sure if it would fit or not but I had to try.
The Blind were so put out over the events of the day that when I turned to say goodbye they were all gone. Not a single solitary soul remained. I shrugged and headed back to the passage and my way home. But sadly I was not to reach it unhindered.
I reached the triangular platform in a good mood and at a brisk pace. That's when everything went to hell. I was about two thirds of the way across it when something slammed into my chest. The next thing I know I am on my back looking up at twelve figures standing on the perimeter of the platform. Some of them were still dropping their active camouflage. It was something out of Predator or Halo or your worst nightmare. The dozen J'Nai warriors were armed to the teeth and wearing some sort of organic body armor. I didn't see the girls so I assume they passed unmolested. They wanted me and they had me at a great disadvantage.
"I am not sure if I should be honored or upset that you brought eleven people to back you up," I called out looking for the leader in the group.
"Give us the Shintai and we will kill you quickly," said one of the taller and older of the J'Nai.
"Are you the fucker who shot me?"
"Yes, now give us the Shintai..."
"Blah... blah... blah...," I said interrupting him. "The stone belongs to me. Now I am guessing you are the father of the pair I ran into on that moon, am I right?"
"Yes they were my children."
"Ah," I said looking down and seeing that my wounds were not healing and I was bleeding profusely. I didn't have much time. "So you noticed that I burnt your little girl to a crisp before I cut off her head and took it as a trophy."
"You dare dishonor her memory," he snarled.
"Speaking of dishonor," I said lightly touching all twelve J'Nai minds at once. "She squealed like a little girl for mercy before I turned her into a living torch."
"You are a dead man," he said bringing his weapon to bear.
"But at least I have my honor intact unlike a coward who brings so many for one man."
"They are family," he replied. "They are here to witness your execution."
Now I performed my little smoke and mirrors in their heads. They saw an image of me extend my staff of office and rise to my feet. Then he looked at each and every one of them in the eye.
"You are all a bunch of fucking cowards. When I die they will sing songs of how one man slew a dozen. When you die it will be in shock and dismay of how did this happen. So if you think you got the balls to take the Shintai from me... then fucking shoot already!"
I lay flat on the ground as the wicked exchange of crossfire ensued. The twelve J'Nai opened up with their deadly weapons and fired at the image in the middle. Like I warned them most of them died in surprise as they shot and killed each other. A few lay whimpering on the platform in their last moments. This time I really did use my staff to stand. I looked at each of them. One of the warriors was carrying what appeared to be a handsome looking crystal. I yanked it out of his startled grasp with my mind and took it as a reward.
"Now you fuckers can die," I said as I limped away.
Oh but not before one of those determined fuckers shot me in the back. If it weren't for Marvin hiding out in my hood I wouldn't have survived. The shuriken aimed at my head deflected off of him. So I turned and with a rush of rage fed energy shoved the lot of them off the platform telekinetically.
"Just fucking die already," I moaned as I bled out.
Dungeon:
Wind Sword Manor:
Mom was lowering her tight little pussy around my raging erection. The anger had returned and she was ready to fuck it out of me. She rode me slowly squeezing my cock on the upward motion. Then she was dropping down suddenly letting gravity do the work for her.
"UHHH... UHHHH... damn I need this," I told her.
"I know baby," Mom moaned as she impaled herself. "Let mommy do all the work."
And she did. She rode me nice and slow. Mom fucked me senseless. Every man should have a woman like her in their life. As I sat in the comfy leather chair she leaned forward letting me see as my cock slid in and out of her tight hole.
"Like the view Master?"
"UH HUH," I groaned as her pussy massaged me like a velvet fist.
"MMMMMMMMMM good," she said as she dropped down. "UNNNNN god I love how your cock fills me up just right."
Then she was moving faster now. Driving her hips up and down hard and quick and I could tell she was close.
"Are you going to cum Mom?"
"Am I that transparent honey?"
"No, I just know you that well is all."
"MMMMMMMMMMMM that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside," she said as she lifted up and dropped down. "I am so close baby... can I cum?"
"Not yet," I said as I stood up driving her to her feet. "Kneel on the seat of the chair for me."
Still impaled on my cock she did as she was told. Then I grabbed her by the hips and began to hammer her pussy.
"OH GOD JON!"
My fingers dug into her meaty ass as my cock penetrated her over and over again. Her cries of pleasure became one long rant of foul words begging me to let her cum.
"When I slap your ass you can cum and not before," I commanded.
"Yes Master... slap my ass... oh god please hit me... do it... god damn it Jon... HIT ME!"
There was a long moment of silence as my cock pounded her pussy as hard as ever then... my hand came down in a deafening slap. The crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the walls just before it was followed by her epic orgasm. When I looked down Mom's back was arching as she came. My cock was buried deep in her pussy and she was grinding up against it as she climaxed.
Mom was covered in sweat and panting like a bitch in heat. I stood behind her smiling from ear to ear. If I had been at a counselor he would have called this a break through moment. Of course I was still trying to figure out whose break through it had been.
I eased my cock from her pussy slowly and without warning flipped her onto her back. It was an awkward position for her with her ass hanging off the seat of the chair but for me it was perfect. She looked up at me still catching her breath as I rammed my cock into her pussy again. But this time I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. The dark hungry light lit her eyes in a smoldering mask of defiance. Then my hips began to jack hammer my cock in and out of her. Mom's eyes closed and a sharp cry came from her.
"Take that you fucking cunt," I snarled as I felt the anger and something else rise to the surface.
I allowed enough air to pass into her lungs to keep her conscious but that was all. She was panting and gasping now as I brutalized her pussy. But a small rictus smile curled on her lips. It said to me 'Is that all you got?' and in answer I fucked her all the harder.
When her back arched and I felt her pussy squeeze me I knew that she had come without my permission. What happened next surprised us both. I let go of her throat and slapped her, hard. Mom's eyes snapped open but instead of anger or pain there was a deeper hunger kindled. She somehow pushed herself up and into my arms. Now we were fucking standing up and her hot lips were on mine. Her tongue was down my throat and her pussy was squeezing me tighter than ever before.
That long ago imaginary line was crossed, passed and disappeared back behind us somewhere. Her back crashed against the wall of the dungeon as I thrust up into her. My fingers dug into her nipples and squeezed as I drove my hips up and into her repeatedly. She bit my lip and drew blood. I felt her tongue lapping up the thick fluid and she moaned deep in my mouth. Then it was her teeth on my neck. As my cock penetrated her, her canines sliced flesh and she drank greedily. The mixture of pain and pleasure shot through me and with a titanic thrust of my hips I shot into her. My climax surprised me as much as it did Mom.
She pulled her mouth free of my flesh and looked down at me. My blood trickled down her lips, over her chin and fell between her tits. She licked her lips and smiled revealing her extended canines and then I noticed her elongated irises.
"Did you think you were the only one Sterling would listen to? Or the only one who ever dreamt of physical augmentations?"
"So what's it like?"
"MMMMMMMMMMM fucking amazing," she purred. "I can hear things so soft or so high pitched no one else even notices. I can smell you when you are fucking the twins. I can catch their scent too." Mom licked her lips again. "All my senses are on fucking steroids. Your touch is like ten times more sensuous lover. I can't even begin to tell you how much better sex is. Your cock feels like a steam piston inside of me. I can actually survive off of blood if I have to. But I can eat and drink too."
"Strong, fast and sturdy," I said as I began fucking her again.
"Oh yeah, but I keep it well hidden so don't fret."
"How long have you had this fantasy about vampires Mom?"
"Oh since I was a little girl. Ever since I read Dracula in school and I discovered all the hidden erotic messages the teachers missed. I wanted to fuck Vlad for so long. But you are way beyond any woman's dreams honey."
Mom's legs wrapped around my waist as my cock impaled her over and over again. She leaned up and licked my neck wound and it healed like magic.
"Is that another augmentation?"
"Yes, that way my dates don't freak out. It also removes any evidence of my naughty behavior."
"My mom is a vamp how appropriate."
"You mother is a cock hungry slut with a very high pain tolerance and don't you forget it mister."
Another involuntary slap flew from my hand and she became docile instantly.
"I am sorry Master," she whispered with her chin to her chest trying to hide her smile.
"No you're not," I said. "But you will be."
This brought a toothy grin from her.
"Are you going to punish me Master?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to fuck my ass?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to tie me up?"
"Yes."
"Goody."
"But not today," I said with a wicked grin of my own.
I bent my knees and eased out of her pussy. She stood there and pouted.
"But Master..."
The next blow sent her to her knees and she saw stars.
"I said not today, now get dressed and get the fuck out!"
Without a word she picked up her clothes and left. But I suspected she was smiling the entire way to her bedroom, evil bitch.
I looked around at all the toys and furniture that had once been a torture chamber. I was thinking about designing a play room with some of these. Yes that would work out nicely. Standing in the doorway were Louisa and Mary. Louisa whispered something in Mary's ear and she smiled.
"I have just the place," Louisa said before turning to leave.
Mary slunk over and dropped to her knees. She eagerly licked and sucked my cock clean of cum and mom's fluids.
"Is there anything else I can do for you Master," Mary asked looking up at me.
"You know as a matter of fact there is..."