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The Blue Dragon: Chapter 23

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-- CHAPTER 23: Waterboy --

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A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. There was only a narrow opening in fancy drapes covering the bedroom window, but it faced to the east, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her naked back, skin to skin. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her dirty-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I remained like that for a good several minutes, just enjoying the feel of my lover’s warm body spooned up against mine. It was just the two of us - Rae, Tianshi, and the others had left us alone for the night and had not come to fetch us this morning. There was a hint of saltwater smell and crisp freshness in the air that made me want to remain snuggled in like this with Hannah all day.

And the feel of her tantalizingly supple body wrapped up in my arms made me want to resume what I’d been doing… to her last night.

I remembered Hannah screaming her lungs out, announcing to the apartment building (if not the entire city) just how great it felt to feel me hammering her over and over and over again. Her legs had been hooked over my shoulders and I dug my toes into the mattress to powerfully pulverize her poor pussy (and she loved every minute of it).

I remembered her crying out her climax while clutching me with all four limbs, her eyes rolling up in her head as she shuddered and jerked as if amidst an epileptic seizure. And the cataclysmic convulsions of her clenching cunt had milked me for all my creamy cum.

I remembered her begging me to pull out and splatter my liquid love all over her pretty face.

Remembering all that would’ve gotten me rock-hard had I not already been rock-hard this morning.

Slowly slipping my hand off of her bare breast, I reached downward to test the waters, so to speak. Hannah’s moist slit was still slick from last night’s lovemaking, so it was a simple matter for me to swab the tip of my prick through her increasingly wet furrow to spread out her natural lubrication as well as get my mushroom head coated. She then unknowingly helped me out when she moaned in her sleep and rolled forward a bit, raising her right knee and opening herself up a little wider.

“Holy SHIT!” Hannah gasped as she abruptly awoke the moment my fat cock invaded her primed pussy. Her right hand shot back and grabbed my thigh in surprise, her fingernails digging into my skin just a bit as I swiftly and smoothly shoved inch after inch of steel-hard schlong into her succulent snatch like a hot knife through warm butter.

“Buongiorno, fiore mio,” I greeted pleasantly, pausing for a moment. No matter how wet she might be, Hannah’s channel was always too narrow for full penetration right from the jump, and I gave her a minute to get used to the intrusion.

“Mmm… that’s a helluva way to wake up,” she moaned, setting her head down, closing her eyes, and letting out a long exhalation as she relaxed.

“Surpriiise…” I quipped with a chuckle.

She gave me a coy look over her shoulder with a smile. “Good surprise.” And then she set her head back down again.

Sliding my hand around her hip, I let my fingers do some walking to find her little love button and give it a little love. Hannah sighed and squirmed a bit while I gathered extra lubrication from her leaking pussy and lathered it around her little nub. Her snug-fitting snatch slowly slackened, giving me some room to maneuver. And with one final sigh, she groaned and relaxed enough for me to push myself the rest of the way in.

“Fill me up, baby. Fill me up,” Hannah crooned while reaching back to grab my ass and tug on it.

“Glad to. Anytime. Anywhere,” I told her with a tender kiss on her cheek. And with a good grip on Hannah’s hip, I thrust myself all the way in.

“Nnnngggghhhh…” she moaned along with the deep penetration. She then rolled partway forward onto her chest, stretching her arms out in front of her while surrendering her entire body to my steady plunges. “So big… So thick in me…”

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” I grunted softly, clenching my abs and squeezing my glutes to pump my prick back and forth. “So tight… So snug around me…”

“Aaahhhhhh…” she sighed with the sort of dreamy smile of pure contentment one smiles when slipping into a steaming jacuzzi at the end of a hard workout. “Ffffuuuucccckkkk mmmmeeeeeeee, Aaaakkkksssseeeellll…”

I fucked her slowly. Sedately. In no rush at all. For everything else that was going on in our lives, Hannah and I were all alone on a beautiful morning in Venice, Italy, comfortably cuddled together (and intimately joined) on a soft bed, and I wanted to enjoy the moment for what it was.

So we made love.

For several minutes, we quietly undulated together, doing the horizontal lambada at an unhurried pace. She sighed sensuously. I nipped at her shoulder and upper arm. And we languidly enjoyed the feel of each other’s body pressed so closely together.

At least until I felt her getting closer to climax. And then it was time to speed things up a bit.

Hannah no longer needed my digital manipulation so I went ahead and wrapped her up with both arms. My right hand went searching for her bountiful breasts and I busied myself rolling her nipples between my fingers. She gradually loosened up even more, allowing me to take deeper and deeper plunges. And when she finally stretched her right leg out and then lifted it straight up into the air with incredible flexibility, I took that as my cue to lean away, let her roll over onto her back while I ducked between her legs, and then thrust myself deeply into her missionary-style without my big dick having ever left her box.

“Oh, Aksel… Oh, Aksel…” she moaned breathily, wrapping both arms tightly around my neck and then pulling my face to hers for a fierce kiss. We made out hot and heavy, mashing our mouths together and battling our tongues while I steadily pumped my prick in and out of her steaming pussy.

“Oh, Hannah… Oh, Hannah…” I groaned as I picked up the pace.

“Fuck me, Aksel… Fuck me…”

“I’m fucking you… I’m fucking you…”

“Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!”

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonnaaaAAAAHHHH!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted as I pounded her three times in rapid succession.

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“AAAAHHHH!!!”

Just like last night, Hannah cried out her climax while clutching me with all four limbs, her eyes rolling up in her head as she shuddered and jerked as if amidst an epileptic seizure.

Just like last night, the cataclysmic convulsions of her clenching cunt had milked me for all my creamy cum.

Unlike last night, Hannah didn’t beg me to pull out and splatter my liquid love all over her pretty face.

Instead, she said something else.

“FILL ME, AKSEL!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“FILL ME! FFFIIILLLLLL MMMEEE!!!

“UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!”

“FFFFIIIILLLLLLLL MMMMEEEE!!!”

“UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

I filled her.

I filled her FULL.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH!!! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

And then she said something ELSE.

“PUT IT IN MY ASS!”

“UUUNNNGGGHHH???” I grunted, not quite processing her words yet, given that I’d just blown my brains out through my dick.

“PUT IT IN MY ASS!” she yelled again, slapping my shoulders rapidly as if that would help get my still-spurting schlong withdrawn from her still-spasming snatch.

To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly. Hannah was not an anal virgin, and I’d previously enjoyed the pleasure of buggering the beautiful blonde on several occasions. But she was built narrowly all over (except for her boobs, of course) and fucking her pussy was often difficult enough. Getting assfucked was rather uncomfortable for Hannah, so such anal excursions had been exceedingly rare and usually reserved as a special treat like for my birthday or stuff like that.

But just because anal invitations were exceedingly rare didn’t mean I wasn’t keen to seize the opportunity. I bore down with my big dick, cramming every last inch of my cock into her cunt while I kept on cumming. But as soon as I’d stopped spewing - and as soon as I gathered my wits back - I withdrew my steel-hard shaft from her saturated snatch, adjusted my aim just a little bit lower, and probed my prickhead at her puckered rear entrance.

Houston, we have a problem.

No, I was still erect. Keeping an erection after cumming was never a problem for me, remember? But we did have a different problem.

A diameter problem.

For those rare special treat occasions, either Hannah or I usually had time to prep. Not the case this morning. Fitting my big dick up Hannah’s butt would be impossible without artificial lubrication, so with a wince, I muttered, “I don’t have any lube.”

“Use your finger,” she muttered, her eyes aglow. “Do your magic thing.”

I blinked twice. “Excuse me?”

“Use your powers. Stick your finger in me and like… slicken me up.”

“I can do that?”

Hannah’s bright-green eyes glittered. “Try it and find out.”

Shifting my hips to take my dick out of alignment, I reached down between us and placed my middle finger at her crinkled sphincter. I pushed gently while Hannah relaxed, allowing just the tip. And when I concentrated inward while actively thinking about lubricating Hannah’s anal chute, to my surprise I found that I could actually feel my fingertip oozing a jelly-like liquid.

It’s not water, Dong informed me silently. But it IS a water-based lubricant. You’re pretty experienced with that kind of stuff. Don’t you buy that stuff by the gallon back in Santa Monica?

‘We’re not talking about that right now. Focus, Dong. Focus.’

“It feels… gooooood…” Hannah groaned, letting her head loll over to the side as she closed her eyes. “Whatever you’re doing to me, it feels… gooooood.”

Fuck yeah. It’s pleasure-inducing lube! Ooh, we’re gonna turn this one into a butt-slut just yet!

‘Fuck yeah,’ I agreed.

“Fuck me, Aksel…” Hannah groaned. “Put it in me and fuck my ass…”

“With pleasure,” I intoned with a grin, withdrawing my finger and then parking my prickhead at her puckered entrance.

Hannah tightened up briefly at the feeling of my gnarly knob knocking at her back door. But then it felt like I was leaking the same pleasure-inducing lube from the tip of my dick, and I could almost visualize a glowing light-blue slowly spreading across the surface of my cockhead. I waited just a moment for the magic lube to completely cover my entire mushroom cap, and when I finally pressed forward, it felt like there was absolutely no resistance from her anus at all.

“Oh, FUCK!” Hannah grunted as she felt my sudden stab through her sphincter, but she wore a broad smile as she realized how easily it had gone in. Never before had my big dick been able to burrow into her butt without having to batter down her defenses, and she giggled with excitement while grinning up at me.

“Ohhhhh…” I groaned with the sort of dreamy sound of pure contentment one utters when slipping into a steaming jacuzzi at the end of a hard workout. “… yeahhhhh…”

“So biiig…” Hannah moaned, grabbing my shoulders and clamping her legs around my lower back.

“So tiiight…” I breathed in reply.

Her ass really was tight. It wasn’t like she’d suddenly gotten bigger back there in order to accommodate my massive monster up her Hershey Highway. But the magic lubricant coating the entire length of my cock was practically eliminating any friction, and the pleasure-inducing nature of it was washing away Hannah’s discomfort from being so dramatically stretched. She could still feel me burrowing up her bunghole, but at least it didn’t hurt. So she merely held onto my shoulders, biting her lower lip cutely and shivering as she felt every last inch of my big dick slowly slide all the way into her bowels.

“Holy fucking hell…” she grunted as she suddenly went spineless, relaxing all four limbs and letting herself flop back against the bed. Her arms and legs went askew as she spread out like a starfish, panting heavily as she absorbed the sensations of feeling so full.

I leaned over her, briefly ducking my head to nuzzle an upright nipple and then nipping at it with my teeth. After that I kissed my way up her chest, tasting the fine sheen of sweat that had started spreading across her skin. And eventually I made my way up her neck (to much giggling), to her chin (to much sighing), and finally to her lips.

Hannah clutched my head and kissed me fervently before pulling back with a wet smack and then staring up at me.

“Holy fucking hell…” she repeated with wide-eyed wonderment. After experimentally clenching her colon around my cock, she smiled and said, “It’s never felt like this before.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“A great thing,” she insisted. “Every other time I let you sodomize me, I knew I’d be walking funny for the next few days. I only put up with it to make you happy.”

I made a face. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Of course not. I was glad to make you happy.” She clenched her colon around me again and grinned, exclaiming, “But this? This doesn’t hurt at all! In fact: it feels awesome!”

I chuckled and flexed my shaft within her depths, gyrating my pelvis around to really carve her out.

She cooed and sighed at the sensations and then kissed me quickly again.

When she pulled back, I arched an eyebrow and asked, “What made you want to try this now?”

She smiled. “Same reason as before. I wanted to make you happy. Least I could do for the man who saved my life.”

“Well… okay,” I conceded with a grin before pecking her nose. “But you DO make me happy. Always. Even without offering to let me fuck your ass.”

“But do I?” Hannah took a deep breath and then winced in a way that had nothing to do with the baseball bat lodged up her butt. She held my head and stared up into my eyes searchingly. “Do I really make you happy? Because I’ve gotta say, there have been a LOT of times when I knew I was making you feel sad.”

I pursed my lips and frowned. “Sad?”

She cupped my cheek and gazed up at me. She searched my eyes again, took a deep breath as if she was collecting her thoughts, and for a moment, I thought she was about to speak. But instead she wound up shaking her head in disbelief and smirking.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation right now while your big dick is up my butt,” she muttered with a wry grin. “Normally whenever we do this, it’s all I can do to grit my teeth and endure the pain letting you wreck my rectum until you finally bust your nut.”

I frowned. “Hannah, seriously. If it really hurt you that much, you never had to--”

“Of course I had to. I wanted to. Just like I wanted to right now. For you, Aksel. For you. And not just because of the sex. I… It’s not exactly… Like, I’m not sure I’d go so far as to throw the L-word around, okay, because that’s not something I’d do lightly. But at the same time, you ARE special to me. You always have been. I wasn’t lying when I said nobody else makes me feel the way you do.”

I grimaced. “I told you about The Ax Effect. I’m not trying to actively influence the way you feel about me or artificially heighten your sexual attraction to me, but it IS a real thing and without it, I don’t know how much you’d still feel whatever it is that you’re currently feeling, L-word or not, and… Wait, did that sentence make any sense? Because that sounded really awkward to me.”

She giggled. “Yes, that made sense. And yes, I know you have your Ax Effect. It’s kind of obvious now in hindsight, given how often I’ve seen so many girls go gaga over you at first sight. So yes, I know that your mutant superpower is apparently to make girls feel for you the way that -I- feel for you. But all I can really say is that I don’t really care HOW or WHY I feel the way I feel for you. All that matters to me is that I DO feel the way I feel for you. And yes that sounded pretty awkward to me too, but did all of THAT make any sense?”

“Yes… I think,” I hedged. “Hannah, I just--”

“Fuckit. I love you, Aksel.”

I blinked twice. “Uhhh… I thought we weren’t throwing the L-word around.”

“Well try not to read too much into the emotional depth of this one, please. I’m just trying to come up with a word that properly describes the way I feel about you as distinctly different and distinctly greater than the way I feel about anyone else, and right now the word ‘love’ seems to make the most sense. I love you, Aksel. I do. And it’s soooo much easier to just say ‘I love you’ than to try and explain it any other way.”

Holy fuck. Hannah Hampton just told you that she loves you.

‘I KNOW! Right!?!’

I was happy. I was REALLY happy. Don’t get me wrong: I hadn’t forgotten about Ziyi and hadn’t forgotten about how important she was to me. But at the same time, I’d been sitting on my feelings for Hannah for YEARS already, never getting anywhere, so to finally have her say those three little words to me right now made me really fucking happy. And I couldn’t help but grin a shit-eating grin.

“You really love me?” I asked in amazement.

“I love you, Aksel Andersen. I love you.”

“Holy shit.” I blinked twice and then winced.

Now’s the moment when she wants to hear you say, ‘I love you, too.’

‘Yeah, I got that.’

“Hannah…” I began carefully. “You have no idea how much that means to me. But--”

“Oh! No-no-no, don’t freak out,” she interrupted. “I’m not trying to pressure you into telling me you love me too. This isn’t Happy-Forever-After True Love and I’m the one who said we weren’t gonna throw the L-word around and just because I can’t come up with a better word to describe my present feelings for you doesn’t mean I’m demanding reciprocation. Like, I’m not gotta kick you out of my ass if you don’t say the L-word back to me right now.”

I blinked. “Good to know.”

“It’s just… I’d like to think I always meant more to you than some of the other chicks you were banging. Like, I knew you had a bunch of hot girls in your contact list that you could call over for a hookup. But I told myself that I was… special…” Hannah pursed her lips and looked down at my chest for a moment, blushing as an uncertain expression crossed her pretty face. “I wanted to believe that you missed me whenever I left.”

“I DID miss you. You ARE special.” I reached down to lift her chin and bring her gaze back up to my eyes. “You DID make me sad whenever you left.”

“Maybe that’s why I kept leaving.”

I furrowed my forehead and frowned.

She looked a little embarrassed now. “‘Always leave them wanting more.’ That’s a saying in the industry, about the best way to keep a man’s attention is to not quite give them everything and… well…”

“Always leave them wanting more,” I finished for her. I gave her a wry grin. “Well you certainly always left me wanting more.”

“I always left ME wanting more.” Hannah sighed, cradled my cheek, and quickly kissed me. “I’d get to the airport, stop to look over my shoulder, and feel tempted to turn around and go right back to you. I’d find myself staring out the window at some tropical destination, wishing you were there with me. I’m not going to lie to you. It’s not that I wanted to give up my career, move into your apartment, and settle down as a stay-at-home girlfriend. I don’t think you would’ve taken me in like that anyways; it would’ve cramped your style. And I really do enjoy my career and flying off to all these exotic places.”

“Like Venice?” I asked with a wink.

“Venice has been great, apart from the whole bad-guys-trying-to-kill-me stuff.” She giggled and then took a deep breath, giving me a look that told me she wanted to say something serious. “But putting aside the whole fear-of-death thing - or maybe even because of it - I’m really glad I bumped into you in Rome. I feel like I’m getting to know ‘the real Aksel’. And I’m really glad I’m here with you now.”

“I’m really glad you’re here with me now.”

“You’re really glad I let you stick your massive dick up my ass,” she quipped while clenching her colon around my cock.

“Yes. Yes I’m very glad about that,” I replied, crunching my abs and flexing my tool in her tailpipe.

Hannah held my head and pulled it down to hers for a fierce kiss. She moaned and parted her lips to allow my tongue to enter her mouth, and I felt the energy building up inside me in rhythm with the way I slowly retracted my shaft just a few inches, pushed myself back in, and then slowly retracted to start again.

“You saved my life,” Hannah murmured softly with a pant. “You’re my hero, Aksel.”

“I have to warn you: I've heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.”

“OK.” She grinned. “We’ll have to base it on sex then.”

“Whatever you say, ma’am.”

And then I thrust.

****

Terminally-ill tyrant searching for a magical elixir of immortality? Yep, I’ve read that book. Evil sorcerer unleashing a plague on all of humanity? Yep, I’ve read that book too. But magic anal lube that makes sodomizing sexy supermodels super-easy? First time I’ve ever read that.

‘Clearly a failure of human imagination.’

Except for Hannah’s devious little mind apparently. Speaking of which…

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep! Fucking! My! Ass! Keep! Fucking! My! Ass!” Hannah howled with delirious ecstasy, half-turned onto one side so that I straddled her right leg with her left leg raised and bent at the knee across the mattress, giving me an excellent angle to really ream out her rectum.

Her left hand clutched my shoulder, her long French-manicured fingernails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood. But my sex-energy-fueled body instantly healed the cuts as fast as they were made, allowing me to concentrate completely on cornholing Hannah’s constricted heinie hole as hard as I possibly could.

“So! Fucking! Good! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Me! Fuck! My! Ass! AHH! AHH! AAAAH!!!!”

That last cry spiked in both volume and pitch in response to the audible [THWACK] of my hand’s impact, reddening her already reddened buttcheek.

[THWACK! THWACK!]

“AAAH! AAAH!” Hannah screamed, crying happy tears as she stared up at me and gripped my shoulder even tighter. “Fuck me! Spank me! Harder! Harder!”

It would be hard for me to hammer her any harder than I already was. I mean, I could feel that I had extra super-strength in my muscles from our athletic, aerobic activity. But I knew that Hannah was only human and that her body wouldn’t regenerate nearly as readily as Ziyi’s would, so I had to meter the force of my aggressive thrusting.

Still, I wanted to make Hannah happy, so I allowed myself to turn up the dial a little bit, digging in with my toes and adjusting my angle to put a tad more power into my drilling of her delectable derrière.

“SO BIIIIG! SO BIG UP MY BUUUUTT! SO GOOOOD!” Hannah cried as she started convulsing. “I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!”

The dirty-blonde babe’s spectacular body went into jittery spasms beneath my bulk as if she were having an epileptic fit. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her mouth gaped open in a gasping scream, and she shuddered and shook while wave after wave of carnal bliss washed across her slender figure from head to toe.

And I was suddenly cumming too.

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I groaned while slamming forward with perhaps a little more power than I’d originally intended, really burrowing every last inch of my big dick into Hannah’s bowels. Her hand slipped off my shoulder as I pitched forward, planting my forehead into the mattress. And I could feel every pulse of my powerful prick as I plugged up her anal depths with what felt like gallons of my sticky semen.

And then I collapsed.

My body was still flush with sex-energy, but I felt dizzy and a bit delirious myself from the incredible intensity of my orgasm. My elbows and knees buckled. My weight fell onto Hannah’s body with enough force to twist her torso completely belly-down. And our sweaty bodies remained pressed up together like that in the aftermath of such an incredible anal fuck.

[clap, clap, clap, clap, clap]

Hannah gasped in surprise beneath me, and I inhaled sharply and jerked my head around at the unexpected sound of deliberately slow applause. Without quite disjoining my still-hard shaft from her lewdly stretched sphincter, we both twisted in place to look towards the source of the sound and found… nothing.

Nobody.

Just disembodied clapping, at least at first.

The air shimmered as a pair of hands began to slowly emerge from the ether. Wrists, forearms, and elbows followed, and then the materialization process sped up a bit to reveal the rest of a woman’s figure.

Angelika was a different internet model this time: brunette, flint-grey-eyed, and supermodel-skinny in a lithe, flexible way, and clad in skintight Lululemon athleisurewear. The body was sexy enough to make me want to bend her over in half, rip a hole in her spandex, and give her a royal pounding at first sight. But the condescending expression on her face made me want to truly punish her as well.

Rae’s shimmering arrival short-circuited that impulse. The half-Chinese blue-haired girl was dressed in street clothes and did not have any kind of condescending expression. Rather, her expression was one of extreme voyeuristic interest, with parted lips in a soft pant, glistening eyes, and flushed cheeks.

Angelika followed the line of my gaze over to Rae’s mesmerized face and she chuckled while bringing her attention back to me. “I don’t think that I’d go so far as to pronounce you the greatest lover in history - not without sampling you for myself - but I will admit that was an impressive performance.”

I narrowed my eyes at Angelika’s mocking tone and protectively covered up Hannah’s naked form beneath me. “I don’t like having my privacy invaded,” I stated coldly.

“Not going to invite us to join in?”

“No I’m not. Please leave.”

Angelika clucked her tongue. “That’s not how you reacted when you learned of Rae’s voyeurism.”

“Rae was a lot less of an entitled bitch about it.”

The lithe, luscious brunette preened as every last millimeter of her clothing melted away, and she adopted a sultry pose with one foot turned perpendicular to the other, her hip out, one hand at her waist, and the other arm draped above her head. Clothed, Angelika had been gorgeous. Naked, she was intoxicating. My head felt a little foggy, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn she had her own sort of Ax Effect… uhhh… effect… on me.

“Come now. Not even tempted?” she challenged with a smile that was all teeth.

I’m pretty tempted, Dong volunteered.

‘No. She’s just fucking with me. Invite her to join, and she’ll refuse me just to maintain the upper hand.’

“Oh, it’s an honest invitation,” Angelika countered, having read my mind. “If you’d like me to bend over and let you plunge your massive dick deep into my tight asshole, all you have to do is ask.”

“My massive dick is just fine remaining in this tight asshole, thank you very much. Now leave.”

“Tsk, tsk. You don’t know what you’re miiiissing…” she replied musically, practically singing the last word as she let her body slowly get covered up with clothes again as she walked away towards the door.

Very slowly.

So slowly that her ass was still completely bare by the time she’d turned around to face away. The brunette was much skinnier than yesterday’s platinum-blonde, with a more compact and yet shapely “runner’s booty”. And she paused to give her delectable rump an extra wiggle while coyly looking back at me over her shoulder.

And then she was gone.

That foggy feeling in my head finally went away, and I blinked twice before looking down at Hannah. The dirty-blonde babe with my big dick still lodged up her butt looked back at me, concern etched on her pretty face.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“Me? Yes, of course. I’m fine,” Hannah replied with a nod, although that concern remained on her face. “Are you okay? Your teeth were clenched and you were all tense there for a minute.”

“Don’t take it personally,” Rae stated with a sigh, having never left. Her expression was much less… aroused… now. And she momentarily glanced after her departed teacher before giving us a shrug. “She likes to get under people’s skin.”

“I noticed,” I muttered.

“It’s her way of testing them. Probing for weaknesses. Challenging their willpower,” Rae added. “Try to take it as a compliment, actually. She wouldn’t bother wasting her time and energy if she didn’t think you were worthwhile. She did it with me, too.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And did you sleep with her?”

Rae’s bright-pink blush was back. “Uhhh… Well…”

I smirked. “Is she any good?”

That blush rose up into Rae’s ears. “She’s the best.”

I chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

****

Hannah and I had a continental breakfast with Rae at the one-bedroom apartment’s circular dining table. I asked if the others were in the adjacent apartments on the same floor, but Rae rather cryptically gestured with one hand palm-up, replying, “Something like that.”

“So what’s the plan?” I asked as the meal was coming to an end. “My goal is to rescue Ziyi, but your boss wants us to move swiftly in order to recover the next two relics before the Cao Wei can bring more forces to bear in stopping us. She said the Zhuque feather is next, right? Is it hidden nearby? Is that why we’re in Venice?”

“No, it’s not in Venice. The feather is back in Rome.”

I frowned. “Then why are we here? Shouldn’t we be going back right away?”

“We came here because things got a little too hot back in Rome, if you’ll recall, and we needed to escape and this place is a refuge,” Rae explained patiently. “Plans are being set into motion back in Rome for our return, so we’re staying here for now. But relax: I’m not going to keep you cooped up in this apartment all day.”

“That’s a relief.”

Rae wiped her face with her napkin and then set it down on the table. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

“Go? Where?”

Rae tapped her nose and grinned. “You’re on a need-to-know basis, and-- EEP!”

She just managed to duck the half-eaten bagel I’d been eating. Fox-spirit reflexes and all. And her laughter was so good-natured that I didn’t press her any further on the subject, instead deciding to just trust her and follow wherever she might lead.

When the three of us departed Appartamento 314 and stepped out into the third-floor hallway of the fifth-century Venetian apartment building, I half-expected us to walk through some kind of invisible magic portal into the Tesla-showroom Mission Control space once again. After all, that was how we’d gotten to the apartment in the first place. But instead we merely got to the stairwell, walked down two flights to get to the lobby, and headed for the street exit instead of to the boat dock exit.

We emerged into an incredibly narrow alleyway, so narrow that I thought if I spread my arms out, I’d be able to touch the buildings to either side. Rae immediately turned to the left, walking purposefully, and then she made a right onto a wider boulevard, and then another right that led us to a pedestrian bridge over the nearest canal. She acted as if she’d been here a hundred times, but recalling her fake-it-’til-you-make-it demeanor in Rome, I remarked, “You seem to know exactly where you’re going.”

She glanced back at me over her shoulder, immediately knowing what I meant, and she gave me a pearly-white smile, saying, “This time, I do know exactly where I’m going. I’ve been here several times with Tianshi.”

“Good to know.”

It was still the first time for me and for Hannah, though. We walked hand-in-hand, with Hannah getting occasionally distracted gawking like a tourist at one spectacular sight or another. We passed an incredible Gothic church with a large bronze equestrian statue in the plaza outside. Some of the pedestrian bridges over the canals were quite picturesque. And there were colorful varieties of shops to see, including a women’s clothing boutique that Hannah just had to drop into and buy a few new outfits.

But in the end we left the hustle and bustle of the main city behind, coming out onto the Riva degli Schiavoni at the southern end of the main Venetian island. There were a number of boat docks, and Rae led us directly to one of them. A sunburnt-tanned old Italian man stepped off a small fishing boat, the kind with an open cockpit beneath a white hard-shell canopy and a couple of outboard motors at the stern. He and Rae exchanged pleasantries in Italian (when did she learn how to speak Italian?) before the old guy departed, but not before flashing me a wink with an expression of jealousy for being in the company of two beautiful young women.

Rae took charge of piloting the boat (when did she learn how to pilot a boat?), and led us out into the Venetian Lagoon. The girls were dressed casually with linen shirts, sunglasses, and capri pants. Their hair flew in the breeze as we cruised around the eastern tip of the island and turned north. And Hannah went to go have her Titanic moment standing at the bow with her arms out and me holding her from behind.

Standing at the bow wrapped up in my arms turned into kissing at the bow wrapped up in my arms. But when the boat hit a wave and bounced into the air, making Hannah briefly shriek in my ear, we took our seats and resumed sightseeing.

I think it was an accident, that Rae hadn’t steered us into that wave on purpose.

I think.

“Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feeeeel you. That is how I know you go-- HEY!” Dong abruptly jumped off my shoulder like a cliff diver to avoid the small electric fireball zooming through the air that would’ve hit him square in the face.

I chuckled, Hannah asked, “What happened?” (since she couldn’t see Dong), and Rae blushed.

‘Wait, I thought you were intangible. Why would you need to dodge one of Rae’s fireballs?’

It was instinctive, the little gecko muttered without reappearing on my shoulder.

I chuckled, snuggled Hannah a little closer against my side, and let my hand drift up to cup her breast. She giggled and raised her hand to help me hold her boob and then offered me another kiss.

There were a number of islands scattered throughout the lagoon and Rae started playing tour guide, naming various distinguishing features and describing certain semi-comedic historical events that supposedly took place at some of the locations. Fishing was also exceptionally good, although the “best” spots were supposedly known to only the most experienced local fishermen (who would be happy to take tourists there for a small fee, of course). And I noticed a large number of fishing boats parked around various places around the lagoon.

But Rae took us away from the crowds and around the mouth of a small inlet where no other boats were nearby. She dropped anchor within the little cove, shut off the engines, and then propped herself with one elbow against the conn.

“Okay, Waterboy. Do your thing.”

I blinked. “‘Waterboy’?”

“You were a superhero in Imperial China, weren’t you? You need a superhero name, but ‘Iceman’ sounds too cool for you, and ‘Mr. Freeze’ reminds me of Arnold in that stupid Batman & Robin movie. You can’t talk to fish, so no ‘Aquaman’.”

“Hey, I did make a trident back in Imperial China.”

“Sure you did. Anyways, ‘Waterboy’ hits that sweet spot for me.”

“Whatever,” I drawled, shrugging at Hannah, who shrugged at me.

“Tianshi wants you to practice your water elemental skills. Hannah fucked your brains out this morning, so you should still be pretty charged up, right? Or you need her to bend over and spread her cheeks to top you off?”

I scowled at Rae’s crudeness, although the idea of Hannah bending over and spreading her cheeks did appeal.

I vote for spreading cheeks.

‘Dude, shut it.’

“I vote for spreading cheeks!” Hannah enthused giddily.

See! She agrees with me!

“As much as I’d love that, I’m fine. Don’t need any ‘topping off’,” I insisted, kissing the side of Hannah’s head. “Right now I want to know more about what your capricious bitch of a teacher actually expects of me.”

Rae shrugged. “You call her a capricious bitch, but everything she does with calculated intention. We’re in the middle of a war here - life and death and the fate of all humanity - and if she’s poking and prodding you, it’s because she’s trying to motivate you. She knows you’re the Chosen One of Qinglong, and that our success or failure - perhaps our very survival - may depend on you unlocking the full potential of your elemental abilities.”

“Makes sense,” Hannah chimed in.

“Well… Maybe…” I conceded.

“You’ve claimed a wide variety of abilities that you haven’t yet been able to perform in front of me: ice daggers, swords, floating platforms… transforming your entire body into water. And while I’m more inclined to believe you merely dreamed up being a Middle Kingdom superhero, she said she has reason to believe you’re telling the truth.”

“I am telling the truth,” I insisted.

Rae waved me off dismissively. “Not rehashing that argument. If you can, then awesome: you can. If you can’t, well I never expected otherwise, so no disappointment.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Bro, seriously,” Rae said rather kindly. “I hope you prove me wrong. I’m naturally skeptical, and even Tianshi will tell you that despite this magical world of monsters and demons that we live in, time travel is NOT possible. Novikov Self-Consistency and all that. But even though I believe you experienced nothing more than an incredibly vivid dream, I’m willing to grant the possibility that you dreamed of very real powers and abilities that lie dormant within you, just waiting to be discovered and unleashed. So that’s why we’re here.”

I glanced around the little cove. “Here?”

“Well we obviously can’t have you experimenting in the middle of downtown Venice where everyone can see, so Tianshi told me to find a quiet, out-of-the-way spot, and have you practice… well… out here.”

The music of “Gonna Fly Now” from the Rocky soundtrack started playing.

// Duh d-d-duh d-duh d-duh…

Cue training montage!

Rae winked at me and adopted a faux Southern accent while encouraging, “You can do it!”

****

I couldn’t do it.

No, seriously, I couldn’t do anything.

Well, that’s not quite true. I could make water shields and ice shields and little crystal snowflakes that slow spun around an inch above my open palm (and anal lube, apparently), but I was still utterly useless at creating anything resembling an offensive weapon.

In fact, I was pretty useless at even creating defensive weapons - including basic water shields and ice shields - until Rae started throwing electric fireballs right at my face and pretty much forced me to throw up defensive water shields in order to protect myself.

That little discovery prompted Rae to create static “firewalls”: her version of my water shield, although they weren’t particularly good at blocking anything. Still, the idea was to give me an elemental barrier for which I needed to break through. But the first time I tried to punch my fist through the firewall while hoping my body would magically manifest some sort of ice gauntlet or other protective barrier around my hand, no such protective barrier arrived and I scorched my hand pretty bad.

Fortunately, sex is my superpower, and Hannah was more than happy to learn that giving me a blowjob right there in the boat would actually heal my wounds. And by the time I basted Hannah’s tonsils with all my pent-up baby batter, my hand was as good as new.

I was also suddenly able to form a thin protective barrier of ice around my fist the next time I tried to punch through Rae’s firewall. So of course, Rae promptly ordered Hannah to have full-on intercourse with me so we could see if that would unlock my other abilities as well.

Hannah didn’t take much convincing, and five minutes later, I was basting her womb with my next load of baby batter.

But no, I still couldn’t produce an offensive weapon. Even the ice gauntlet around my fist was considered more of a defensive thing to protect me than an offensive weapon.

“What if I bend over and spread my cheeks so you can fuck me in the ass again?” Hannah suggested.

Rae winked. “Worth a shot!”

I did give Hannah a shot - several shots actually, straight up her ass. But no, I still couldn’t produce an offensive weapon.

“How about a floating ice platform?” Rae suggested. “Those technically aren’t offensive weapons either.”

// It’s time to tryyyy defyyying gravity!

‘Dude, shut it.’

But no, I couldn’t make the floating ice platforms either, even though they technically weren’t offensive weapons.

That’s when Rae concluded that it wasn’t so much that my elemental powers were prohibited from making anything offensive so much as that I couldn’t make anything unnecessary.

“If I throw a fireball at you, your powers recognize that you’re in danger and manifest just enough to keep you from getting burnt - assuming you’ve had sex recently enough. But anything short of saving your skin… nothing. And even that, you still got scorched when you weren’t topped off with sex.”

“For now,” Hannah interjected while sitting sideways across my lap with her arms around my neck. “His powers aren’t manifesting for now. Not yet. I’m sure Aksel will discover his full potential in time.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I said, mussing up her hair. That earned me a giggle and a quick kiss. But when she pulled back, I sighed and added, “But I’m not feeling so sure.”

“Let’s take a break,” Hannah suggested.

“Sex break?” Rae asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Hannah laughed and said, “I meant a regular rest break: eat a snack, drink some water, decompress. But if Aksel’s feeling remotely horny, I’d be happy to--”

“No, no. I’m fine, I’m fine,” I insisted, waving her off before glancing up at Rae. The blue-haired girl looked a little hot and bothered beneath the collar, and I realized she’d been watching me give Hannah a complete trifecta over the past hour without jilling off or joining in. And with a chuckle, I added, “But it looks to me like Rae could use some special attention, if you’re interested.”

Hannah immediately grinned and shot Rae a saucy look, waggling her eyebrows as she intoned breathily, “Oh I’m definitely interested.”

I chuckled as Hannah quickly gave me a kiss on the cheek before hopping off my lap and crossing the boat to go cuddle with Rae. I watched the dirty-blonde promptly hop into the lap of the smaller, more petite half-Chinese girl, but Rae clearly had no problem holding her. And when the pair of gorgeous girls brought their lips together for a passionate kiss, I felt a little fresh starch filling my wood.

But while lesbian sex is hot, I found myself strangely uninterested in watching them. My lack of interest had nothing to do with Rae this time, but rather my internal frustration at not being able to manifest my other water elemental powers. I felt confused. I felt weak. I felt…

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‘Dude… That was actually… kinda impressive.’

Aww, why thank you!

‘Umm… that isn’t real, is it? Like… is there actually some kind of wonder-pill named Niagara you can give me that’ll help me with my… uh… little problem?’

Nope! Dong exclaimed quite happily. You’ve gotta figure out this one without me.

‘But didn’t you say you could help open me up to natural abilities I’ve had inside of myself all along?’

Yes I did.

‘Then?’

Hey I’m doing my part, bro. The rest is up to you.

Shaking my head, I sighed and looked up. At some point, I must’ve walked over to the stern of the boat, leaving Rae and Hannah to writhe and wriggle together in lesbian lovemaking on the wide cushion at the bow. I heard their soft Sapphic moans behind me but for some reason didn’t feel remotely tempted to turn and look. Instead, I swung one leg out over the gunwale and sat down on it, with one foot swaying just above the waterline. And I let my gaze drift aimlessly across the horizon.

‘What if Rae’s right? What if it really WAS just a dream? What if I never HAD awesome superhero powers, and I never will?’

That’s the spirit, Dong drawled. Keep up that kind of attitude and you’ll get absolutely nowhere!

‘I’m serious. I mean, the logical part of my brain tells me that Rae’s absolutely right about time travel not being possible. But then the other logical part of me insists that Ziyi recognized me. She knew my name, which suggests that the whole thing was very real. Then again, maybe we simply shared some kind of shared dream. Rae said that divination and clairvoyance are real. Maybe Ziyi loved some other guy named Chezhou a thousand years ago, and present-day me dreamed about his time with her, but present-day me ISN’T Chezhou. Present-day me certainly doesn’t have Chezhou’s body, which means that present-day me doesn’t have Chezhou’s abilities. Some of his knowledge and experience perhaps, but not the abilities. I’m like… like Captain Picard in The Inner Light. I’m full of some other guy’s memories, but that doesn’t make me him.’

I think you’re thinking too hard about this and stressing yourself out.

‘Am I?’

Seriously bro, you’re staring out at nothing when you could be staring at the wicked-hot naked babes having a contest to see which one of them can shove her tongue farther up the other’s hoo-ha right behind you.

‘For once, I’m honestly not interested in sex.’

Man, you are really broken, aren’t you?

‘And you’re not helping.’

I told you: you’ve gotta figure this one out without me.

‘Can you promise I will figure this one out?’

Unfortunately no. I can’t.

‘Is this a closed loop? Has this already been written?’

Oh no. This is the present. ‘Seize the time, Aksel. Live now! Make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again.’

‘Am I supposed to recognize that quote?’

It’s The Inner Light, dude. You’re the one who brought up Captain Picard.

I waggled my head. ‘It wasn’t the most quotable episode, you know.’

I know. But take heart. I said you’ve gotta figure this one out without me. I never said you had to figure it out on your own.

‘What’s THAT supposed to mean?’

“Whatcha doin’?” Hannah asked excitedly while she hopped into my lap, still naked and sweaty and smelling of wet pussy.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t expecting her to hop into my lap, and her momentum pushed me over the side of the gunwale with enough force that we both nearly toppled into the water. But I dug in my right foot against the side of the boat, arresting our lateral movement. And although she let out an ear-piercing shriek that nearly deafened me, we both managed to stay dry.

“Holy shit that was close!” Hannah exclaimed breathlessly while gripping my neck and shoulders.

“Ehhh, I was hoping he’d manifest one of those floating ice platforms to stop your fall,” Rae remarked, having manifested herself some new clothing.

“Would’ve been nice,” I agreed, shaking my head. “But it would appear that I’m completely useless.”

“Not completely useless,” Hannah insisted, pecking my cheek. “You didn’t even need magic superpowers to stop us from falling. And defensive superpowers are still better than NO superpowers.”

“True,” I conceded. “But it’s just so frustrating to feel like I know how to become a living weapon of water, to know what moves to make, to know what things to focus on, only to have… nothing… absolutely nothing… actually happen.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Hannah encouraged. “I know you will. I believe in you.”

“Well that makes one of us.”

“Maybe that’s the problem: you need to believe in yourself as well.”

“I DID believe in myself. Back in Rome, I started executing moves in the full belief that I’d be able to do them. Didn’t work back then.”

“Well you didn’t have ME by your side back then.” Hannah hugged herself around my shoulders, closed her eyes, and stated solemnly, “I do believe in Aksel. I do. I do.”

Rae chuckled. I smiled. And I kissed Hannah’s cheek in thanks for the effort at the very least.

“I do believe in Aksel. I do. I do,” she repeated, still with her eyes closed. “I do believe in Aksel. I do. I do. I do believe in Aksel. I do. I do.”

“Okay, okay. That’s enough of that,” I said with a sigh, rubbing Hannah’s leg and then grabbing her boob when she didn’t immediately open her eyes.

She squeaked and laughed and cupped my hand against her naked breast, leaning over the side of the boat again as she wriggled. I dug my foot into the side of the boat to keep us from falling again, but she resisted me when I tried to straighten us both back upright.

“Ooh! Fish!” Hannah exclaimed, pointing down into the water.

I glanced down and indeed saw a few fat seabreams, quite visible in the calm water with their bright pink and red color. Without really thinking about it, I extended my hand with two fingers pointed and my thumb tucked in, swirling it in a counterclockwise motion.

The water started moving.

One large seabream in the middle froze in place, uncertain what to do. Faster and faster I swirled my fingers. Faster and faster the water swirled, becoming a wide whirlpool around the trapped fish.

Hannah gasped. Rae muttered something in Chinese. I pivoted my hand palm-up and slowly raised it, and Hannah started hopping in my lap with excited squeals as the whirlpool elevated into the air, forming a V-shaped tornado funnel of water, carrying the seabream with it until the fish was right in front of our faces.

“Holy shit,” I muttered in surprise, abruptly opening my fingers. The airborne whirlpool dissipated within seconds, dropping the seabream back into the water. And then I gawked at Rae and Hannah both, with Rae’s expression of disbelief mirroring my own.

But Hannah was beaming, and she hugged me close once again.

“I do believe in Aksel. I do. I do.”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue & Chapter 1: The Ax Effect: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102225387

Chapter 2: Santa Monica: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102437478

Chapter 3: The Zellij Fountain: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102691018

Chapter 4: Euhemerism: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102919819

Chapter 5: The Fremont Troll: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103191700

Chapter 6: Jade: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103443053

Chapter 7: The Blue Gecko: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103699709

Chapter 8: Yaoguai: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103978374

Chapter 9: Rome: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104213388

Chapter 10: Seeing Sights: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104466709

Chapter 11: Liu Kang: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104728056