Spell, Crook and Handle Pt. 07

I agreed and she lowered her skirt. What the hell was in the water? Jon was missing and the twins and their mother were thinking about sex instead of how to find him. Were they that incapable of dealing with loss? I stopped and stood up. Who was I to judge? I had fucked my own mother to keep her from the mechanizations of a demonic god.

"I am sorry Heather," I told her. "I know what you're going through. When my sister was kidnaped I lost my mind. Please forgive me."

"I didn't know," she said as she pulled me into her arms. "Is she okay?"

"She is recovering from her ordeal. But she should be alright in the long run. Let's go find Charlie and see what was going on down here."

She clung to my arm and directed me up and out of the manors underground. We picked up the rest of Jon's family as well as Kat. Heather pointed the way but never let go of my arm. I had to admire Kat; she let it slide for now. The out building and Charlie's living space were quite a distance from the main house. There was a cobblestone path that we followed and ended near what appeared more like an industrial structure than what should have been living quarters for the help. It should have housed the male and female staff members. Instead was a building that had reinforced steel walls, thick glass brick windows and power lines that looked like they could carry some serious current.

I reached out and knocked on the door. I could hear her heartbeat as she hesitated before opening the door. Her breathing was a little ragged but she opened the door anyway. What the hell? I normally had to consciously enhance my senses but they seemed to be on overdrive since... since the damn injections. The woman was of average height, long dark hair and a very impressive bosom. The translucent top she was wearing gave me quite the view of her hard nipples and dark areoles. I looked up from my checking out her rack to find her smiling.

"Um... is Charlie here," I asked and she nodded.

"Charlie, you have company put some damn clothes on," she called out. "I'm Becca by the way."

"Louis, I am sure you know the rest," I said.

"Come on in, Charlie doesn't usually get up this early," Becca said as she sashayed into the kitchen. "Coffee, I am going to fix a fresh pot."

"Sure," I said and looked at the Masters clan and Kat but they all turned it down. "I guess it's just me then."

"Excellent, that means more for me," she purred. "Charlie! Get your ass up Kat is here you lazy fuck!"

Becca couldn't have been older than her late teens, early twenties tops and yet she reminded me of my mom when yelling at my dad. The pang of loss hit a lot harder than I expected. A figure appeared from around the corner and his eyes were half closed and mumbling something unintelligible.

"Cccc..." he began and cleared his throat. "Coffee you old witch... oh hey what are all these... Kat, Heather, Carol, Colleen... who the hell are you?"

"His name is Louis," Becca purred again. "He likes my tits."

"Oh he does, does he? Great, they are all natural by the way. She was born with those beauties. So what brings you guys?"

"Jon is missing," I said and the sound of a coffee cup hitting the floor could be heard. "Becca, are you alright?"

"Yeah, you caught me off guard," she replied as she went to get a broom.

"Missing, hey Tesla ping Umbra for me will ya?" Charlie said.

"No response," a voice said over hidden speakers. "I am unable to detect Master Jon or any of his A.I.'s."

"That's damn odd," Charlie said scratching his chin.

"Speaking of odd," I said. "We looked for him in your lab. Who etched that circle on the floor? Was it Jon?"

"No," Charlie said. "I did. You think a little floor decoration had something to do with him disappearing?"

"Interesting characters," I said. "Feng give me a virtual screen. I wonder if you realize you made a mistake."

I drew the proper configuration the runes should have been placed in. Charlie stared at the hologram and his jaw was wide open. Becca poured my cup of coffee and I fixed it with cream and sugar as Charlie walked around the hovering image three times. Becca lifted up her skirt and flashed me her trimmed pussy. She had shaped her pubic hair into a downward facing arrow. I giggled and she just smiled. The next sound was the familiar whine of a gauss pistol charging. I looked over at Charlie and he had it aimed at my head.

"Who the FUCK, are you," he asked his eyes narrowed in a mix or fear and rage.

"I am the guy sleeping with your boss," I said indicating Kat.

"Put the weapon down Charlie," Kat said even as Becca grabbed my ass.

"Did she just cop a feel," Charlie asked and I nodded. "Fuck man you scared the shit out of me!"

He lowered the weapon and I heard the comforting sound of him thumbing the safety. How the hell did Charlie even know about the character's Iyaden's people used? He was looking at me with the same expression. Charlie looked back at my configuration and smiled. He called it fucking brilliant and we became fast friends. There was something odd about Charlie and Becca. Was it his mannerisms or the way he spoke? Becca was a stone cold nympho and I was okay with that. It seemed like all the women on this property were horny as hell and I wondered if Jon was keeping them all happy. If so I was damned impressed.

"How long has he been missing," Charlie asked finally.

"He disappeared noon yesterday," I said. "There was a surge of tachyons that originated here."

"I fear we are in for a waiting game," Charlie said thoughtfully. "Coffee woman... um please?"

"Here you are you art fart," Becca said and then caught herself. "I mean... oh just take it already."

I glanced at Becca and she blushed as she sipped her own coffee. There was that weird feeling again. I pushed it to the side since finding Jon was top priority, but it remained on the back burner. Becca appeared to be in her late teens and yet she talked like she was in her sixties or so. She had an amazing body and was flirting for all she was worth and yet she seemed quite attached to Charlie. Maybe they had an open relationship? It was confusing as hell. Charlie was as odd as Becca so I guess they complimented each other just fine.

"Scan complete," Feng silently chimed in.

"So what have you found Feng," I said and Kat looked at me worried.

"The effects of the injections are ongoing," she said. "I could list the hundred or so subtle changes if you wish or I could simply tell you the major impacts to your health."

"For now let's just cover the important things I need to know." I said and found Becca holding my hand.

"I am going to display to your optical interface unless you wish everyone to know. This was your last scan at the hospital showing your neural activity. This is the scan I just performed. As you can see your activity is thirty percent higher than the high point during your training. The areas of highest impact cover sensory input, cognitive functions and memory. I suspect that if you were to take an I.Q. test you would score drastically higher."

"But that doesn't change does it," I asked and she shook her head. "So it has to be the injection. What else?"

"Besides heightened synaptic function it also appears musculature and reflexes have been improved as well. The upper limit won't be known until I can monitor you during training or some form of exertion."

"Alright, that's enough for now." I said and thanked her. "I will be fine it appears. No adverse reactions to what happened at Bob's."

"Thank goodness," Kat said smiling.

"I am happy for you," Becca said giving my hand a squeeze.

Talk about a one eighty, Becca went from flirty teen to motherly worry is seconds flat. We still had to find Jon and Charlie needed to explain the runes. I kissed Becca's hand and let go. I looked Charlie in the eye and headed outside. He followed me while the women stayed with Becca. There were two rocking chairs on the side of the house that faced a nearby pond. We sat down and he grilled me and I couldn't help but smile.

"How do you even know about the Heirorunes," he asked.

"Is that what you call them," I asked and he nodded. "I guess it doesn't matter now. I have a gift for languages, all languages. I encountered them first in a dream and then by a woman whose people created your Heirorunes. I learned the spoken word very quickly and the written over time. It is a very complex written language."

"Tell me about it," Charlie said. "Can I hear it? Will you say something in it?"

"Say what," I asked.

"How about I love you Becca," he suggested.

"Um... Sa'lsa'lon ual Becca," I said after a moment.

He smiled and burned those words into his memory. Then his story came spilling out in a series of jumbled narratives that talked about a life lived in shadow and haunted by dreams that he kept in a series of diaries that had his Heirorunes recorded in them. His life covered decades and I sat there staring at him until it finished with his story about a rogue A.I. named Sterling. It had been a woman under the influence of this Sterling that had laced drinks for both Charlie and Becca with some sort of crystalline nanites. These microscopic robots had literally turned back the clock for them both. That explained Becca's behavior as well as Charlie's.

We spent the rest of the time talking about how to find Jon. If he had somehow been catapulted backward or forward in our timeline it was indeed a waiting game. If backward he could be long dead anywhere on earth. If forward we would have to catch up to him. We were praying for the latter. Charlie got up and went in for another cup of coffee. I leaned back in the chair and enjoyed the view. It was a western view and I imagined how many sunsets they had watched together. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift for a bit. When I had trouble with a problem this would usually, as Gabrielle called it, shake things loose.

Normally I would dismiss the entire concept of time travel out of hand. But I knew that my, I stopped for a long moment when I tried to define my relationship with Yog-Sothoth. Was the demon god my patron, my friend or something else? He had tampered with my biology to remove what it viewed as human contaminants. Friends don't do that sort of thing so I could scratch him off that list. It had been a kind of mentor over the years. Did that make it my patron? I suppose it did. Now the question came to mind, was Nyarlathotep Jon's patron? It sure sounded like it from what little I had heard from the dark pharaoh himself... itself. Sure it could take on a human form but that didn't make it human or even a male or female. The pharaoh said that it and Yog-Sothoth both served the sultan. I had seen the image of the sultan on the apex of the dome of the dreamer. If these two demon gods were so far beyond me as I was above an insect how much more powerful was this sultan compared to them? It staggered the mind.

"Shhhh..." a soft feminine voice whispered as a weight settled onto my lap.

Her lips touched mine and I kissed her back. The surprise of the erotic contact stoked my hunger to a white hot flame. I slipped my arms around her waist and her tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss deepened to a new level. I knew by this time that the woman wasn't Kat. Call it experience, I knew how she kissed and this wasn't her. It could've been Becca or Heather; all I had to do was open my eyes. But that would ruin the moment so I kept them closed. It was the mystery woman that broke the kiss. It was only then that I opened my eyes.

"Um... who are you," I asked to the perfect stranger.

"It's complicated," she said and smiled.

"What did you just say?"

"I said that it is complicated Louis," she replied as giggled. "I must be a fairly good kisser to get you in such a state."

"Can't be helped," I said as I pondered which spell to cast.

"Don't even think about it," she said her mood darkening. "I don't take that sort of thing lightly."

"Gotcha," I said and she smiled again.

"Clever creature," she replied as she reached down and unzipped me. "My, that is an impressive weapon you have there. Let's see how well it works, shall we."

She rose up and impaled herself before I could react. Her pussy was unlike any woman I had ever been with before or since. She was tight, soaked and deliciously warm. I got a good look at her for the very first time. She was beyond the beauty of any mortal woman. She seemed surprised at what she was experiencing.

"Your first time," I asked and she nodded. "So... what do you think?"

"MMMMMMMMMM... I never knew copulation could be so pleasant," she purred.

"What do I call you," I asked as she began moving her hips.

"I would normally respond Goddess, but I suppose sweetie will do for now."

"Most women using the G word are arrogant and narcissistic," I said as I grabbed her by the hips. "But you I firmly believe fall into that category, sweetie."

I began lifting her up and thrusting up to meet her as I pulled her down. Sweetie's eyes widened in surprise but only let out a melodious moan as I took charge. The longer we fucked the louder she got and I half expected a rush of female bodies from the inside. That never happened, even when sweetie climaxed and she screamed no one came to investigate. I held her close as she collected herself.

"So that was an orgasm," she moaned softly. "I like them, give me more..."

I stood up with her still impaled and placed her back against the wall of the house. Her clothing seemed to evaporate and may never have really existed for all I knew. I thrust slowly at first and then built up speed and force. Sweetie wrapped those long ass legs of hers around me and dug her nails into my back. For a woman that had never had sex before she was learning quickly. Instinct kicked in and the dark magic wrapped around and penetrated her. If she felt it she did nothing to impede it. I dared to take a tiny portion of her life stuff. That, as they say in hindsight, was a bad idea, a really-really bad idea. She knew what I was doing and didn't bother stopping me. It wasn't like I could actually do her any harm. The jolt of power that struck me was like a bolt of lightning hitting a bug. The scream that escaped my lips echoed over the field and raced all the way to the manor house. No one came to my aid. I was still locked in the intimate embrace with this woman.

"Ah, you are alive," she said as she rode my cock. "I didn't want to waste a perfectly good erection."

"What are you," I whispered through dry cracked lips.

"I told you before. Gaze downwards and see my mark and then you shall know me."

While the rest of the world was hazy and out of focus, she was crystal clear. Oh gods, it hurt just to move my eyes, there just above her sex was a bright red hourglass. How the hell did I manage to miss that? Oh yeah she was dressed when she first sat on my lap. She was a black widow or maybe she was THE black widow. Was she going to kill me once she was done fucking me? No wait, she said she was a virgin.

"You were a virgin right," I asked and she nodded as she thrust her hips downward on my hard spike of flesh.

"I was, but now I am your whore Louis," she giggled. "Your cock is the first and only one that will ever pierce my flesh. You should feel honored."

"I am very honored, hell I'd actually enjoy this if every nerve ending wasn't on fire."

"All you had to do was ask," she said and the pain was gone. "Ooh that got you even harder. I like that."

"So you are my divine whore huh," I said and shook my head. "You know, when I was a kid I never even believed in god. I thought people that went to church were idiots and fools. Then I went to the Black Cathedral and encountered Yig and the Dreamer in the Depths and saw the image of the sultan and his court. I have walked around the last few years with a demon god in my fucking head. It decided I was too puny to survive and changed me in ways that it saw fit. I have a deranged angel hunting my ass for killing the First. Nyarlathotep wants me to impregnate women to make up for getting my Inquisitor girlfriend pregnant. Then there's you, some spider goddess from who the fuck knows where and the one thing I don't know is why. Why the fuck, do all of these things keep happening to me! Do I have a goddamn target on my fucking back?! Can you tell me why?"

"Because," she said as she climaxed. "It's your dad's fault."

I came two more times and the Weaver, as she called herself, got off a whopping six more times. Then as suddenly as she appeared she was gone. But those words of hers burned in my mind. It's your dad's fault. I returned to the rocking chair and sat back down. I looked out over that pond and spewed out a litany of curses. Who or what the fuck was this guy that pissed off gods and demons? I must not have mattered since he never showed his ugly mug from day one. So I was just a one night stand. Great, just fucking great, if I ever meet this fucker I am gonna bust his jaw and then ask why.

"Louis," Kat said snapping me out of my fugue.

"Oh hey, I guessed you missed all the action," I said.

"What are you talking about," she asked confused.

"All the noise from out here," I said and she made another confused face.

"Louis, there is an open window right above your head," she said pointing. "I came out to check up on you. You've been out here for hours."

"Hours... I don't think she was here that long," I said. "Never fucking mind, I am hungry."

"Let's go back to the manor house and get a bite." Kat suggested. "Does it smell like sex out here?"

Sword of the Time Wind:

We had all returned to the manor house for lunch. I was offered a spot on the couch with Carol and Colleen to watch the news. I was in the middle and as I munched some stew they took turns sniffing my hair. I put my bowl of stew down and looked at one of the twins and then the other. I paused and pondered how I was going to delicately ask my question.

"Do I need to take a shower," I asked. "You keep sniffing me."

"Man, he does smell good," Heather said from behind the couch.

"Oh," I stammered. "Sorry I just... Carol why is your head in my lap?"

"I'm colleen and I didn't think you'd mind," she purred.

"Kat isn't going to..." I began as Kat appeared.

"I'm not going to what," she said and then saw where Colleen's head was. "You're right... move it blondie!"

Colleen made a noise like 'humph' and sat up. I picked up my bowl of stew and glanced at the television screen. They were interrupting the broadcast. What followed made me almost drop my bowl. There was a devastating series of explosions. Both government and private prisons were involved. Thousands of violent offenders had been killed but amazingly there were few if any guards injured in the incident. Apparently, according to what few records remained, alarms and claxons sounded signaling an evacuation. The guards didn't learn until it was too late what was happening. A single hacker was taking credit for the event, Demogorgon.

"Who the hell is this Demogorgon?" I asked and Feng chimed in.

"It will take time to crack the security around the DoD, but I will do what I can." She replied.

"Wait, are you ordering your A.I. to hack the Department of Defense?" Heather asked.

"No, she is offering to do it all on her own," I replied. "There is a difference."

"What makes you any different from this Demogorgon character," Heather fired back.

"I want to find and stop them and I didn't just blow up a bunch of maximum security prisons."

"Hey did I miss much," Jon asked from the front door.

The ensuing chaos left me with mixed feelings. The Masters family was reunited and he appeared unharmed. I had a lot of questions but they would have to wait for his homecoming. I gestured to Kat and she nodded. It was time for us to leave and let them have their moment. Jon had other ideas.