VIP: The Blue Dragon: Chapter 10

-- CHAPTER 10: Seeing Sights --

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I didn’t have any immediate solutions to offer for Rae’s stated problems. Then again, perhaps solutions weren’t necessary at a time like this. If there was one thing I’d learned about dealing with crying girls - gay or not - it was that when their emotions were still raw like this, they didn’t necessarily want you to give them solutions. Instead, they wanted reassurance that you were on their side. Rae didn’t need answers, she needed emotional support.

So I supported Rae. I hugged her without feeling the slightest inclination to cop a feel. I repeated various phrases with a general theme of “I’m here” and “We’ll figure it out” and “We can do this together”. And after a couple of minutes, her tears ran dry and she went so still in my arms that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

We were still cuddled together like that when a voice softly asked from across the room, “Am I interrupting something?”

Rae apparently wasn’t asleep, because she immediately jerked her face out from the crook of my neck and slipped off of my lap. “What? No! Of course not! This isn’t what it looks like!”

Jade smiled and raised both hands as she effortlessly glided into the room, dressed in a slinky, sexy green silk robe and back to her cool, calm demeanor and unhurried pace. “Relax, young one. I am only teasing,” she stated with a confident laugh, although I thought I caught a glint of green jealousy in her eyes when she switched from ogling my firm pecs and ripped abs over to cute little Rae.

Meanwhile, Rae wiped her eyes and stood up, returning to the dining table. She picked up the brand-new iPhone and brought it over to us where Jade had draped herself against my side to greet me with a fierce but quick kiss. And she waited until Jade looked back up at her before extending the iPhone forward.

“This is for you,” Rae offered. “My number and Aksel’s number are already programmed into it. In case we ever get separated, not only can we contact each other, but the Find My locators are turned on.”

“Xie xie,” Jade replied politely as she took the phone, thanking Rae for it.

I frowned and pointed at the shiny device. “How come she gets a new model while I’m still stuck with the phone that has a thumb button on it?”

“I’d like to claim it was the only unlocked model the shop in Chicago had, but then I’d be lying.” Rae laughed. “At the time, I still thought of you as an unrepentant womanizer and I was just messing with you. If you really want, I’ll get you a new one.”

I waved her off. “Not a big deal right now, especially since I can’t log on to any of my social media accounts or anything like that. The phone works fine, although a newer model with a better antenna could end up being useful.”

“We’ve been in major cities with excellent cell service so far, but you’re right,” Rae conceded. “Nothing is for certain and we’d best be prepared for anything.”

Rae’s voice was thick with emotion for that last sentence, and I wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Is something wrong?” Jade asked curiously.

Rae took a deep breath before crossing her arms over her chest and then pacing to the left. “Before I answer that question, I have to ask if you have any more information about the Cao Wei’s plans. You gave us good intel about their operations in North America, do you have any information about their operations here? In Europe, if not Rome specifically?”

Jade shook her head. “I’m sorry. I already told you all I know.”

Rae pursed her lips and started pacing to the right.

“Is something wrong?” Jade repeated.

Rae looked a little green around the gills, her eyes unfocused and her expression anxious, so I spoke up to say, “She hasn’t been able to make contact with the other Shu Han.”

Rae’s eyes suddenly narrowed directly at Jade. “Wait, you didn’t tell them we were coming to Rome, did you?”

The viper girl jerked her head back, her expression alarmed. “Tell…? Tell the Cao Wei? No, of course not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am sure!” Jade insisted, looking confused.

“How can I believe that?”

“Because of Akserrr. Because we are on the same side!” Jade held up her new iPhone and waggled it for emphasis. “I would never betray the avatar of Qinglong.”

Rae pursed her lips, shook her head, and then suddenly stood up from the couch. She paced away towards the kitchen, still shaking her head, and spun back to face us just in front of the dining table. “I told you both that we would meet up with allies here in Europe, but I also warned Aksel that there would be greater numbers of enemies here as well. We were supposed to meet up with my teacher here in Rome, but she’s not responding to my messages and she didn’t show up at our rendezvous location.”

Jade’s expression was grave. “You believe she may have been compromised.”

“She may simply be delayed,” Rae muttered.

“But you believe she may have been compromised,” Jade repeated.

Rae sighed and shrugged, looking helpless. “I don’t know.”

“Do you have any other ways of contacting the Shu Han?”

“I left a message with the shopkeeper. He promised he would pass it along. But there are multiple safeguards to discourage tracing and it could take a while for someone to get back to me.”

Jade looked at me. “Faguang Long must be found. Your Shu Han allies may yet contact us. But we must be prepared to continue the quest no matter what, even without support.”

“Agreed,” Rae confirmed with a nod. “Problem is: none of us know where the third relic is.”

I frowned while interjecting, “Is that necessarily true?”

Rae gave me a confused look while Jade merely arched a sculpted eyebrow. I glanced to my right shoulder and asked, “Hey Dong, you’re supposed to be the key to all this. Do you know where the third relic is?”

The little blue gecko materialized into view in his typical upright posture on two legs, arms folded across his narrow chest with his oversized red eyes fixed directly at Jade. He didn’t respond at first, appearing to be dazed. But after a moment, he blinked and looked up at me, asking, “Oh? Were you talking to me? I was staring at a pair of beautiful things.”

Jade blushed, covered her mouth, and glanced over at me.

I rolled my eyes and repeated, “Do you know where the third relic is?”

“Not a clue!” he replied quite happily.

“Well that’s no help.”

“Although…” he drawled distractedly.

My eyebrows went up. And when he didn’t immediately continue, I led him, “Although…?”

“I do have a certain sensitivity to the other relics. I can feel them.” Dong shrugged and then gestured at Rae. “Like that bamboo scroll map. I can feel it on your person. And this close, I can tell exactly where you’re hiding it.”

Rae looked a little alarmed at the way Dong rather lasciviously eyed her, which made me wonder exactly where she was hiding it. But I forced myself to keep focused and sort out in my head what to do with this new piece of information.

“Wait? How precise is this sensitivity?” I asked. “Like, if we put up a map of the city, would you be able to pinpoint a relic’s precise location?”

Dong put on a big smile and nodded his head up and down quite grandly. “Nope! Not at all!”

I frowned, my shoulders slumping.

“I’m not a GPS locator or anything,” Dong explained. “Instead, think of me like a compass that points to a relic instead of pointing North, with a signal strength that grows stronger the closer we get to it. This close to the bamboo scroll, I have a very strong signal.”

“How far is your range?” I asked. “Like, when Rae went on her errands into the city this afternoon, could you feel where she was at all times?”

“Well, I was a little distracted watching you ramming your big dick up Jade’s tight asshole over and over and--”

“We get it,” Rae interrupted.

Jade blushed again and winked at the tiny gecko. Seemed she rather enjoyed the idea of Qinglong’s avatar lusting for her.

“But to answer your question: no,” Dong continued, turning to me after winking back at Jade. “I couldn’t feel the bamboo scroll’s presence after she left the building.”

“And I assume you can’t feel the next relic - either the Vermilion Bird’s red feather or the White Tiger’s sword - from here either?”

Dong shook his head. “But if you get me close enough, I could probably detect it.”

Jade looked up at Rae. “We need to explore the city.”

“We don’t know for sure that it’s even IN the city.”

“It has to be,” Jade insisted. “Why else would your teacher have brought you to Rome?”

“For all we know, Rome was merely a safe entry into Italy; a safe location where we could meet up with the other Shu Han,” Rae reasoned. “And then we were supposed to travel together somewhere else like the countryside to recover the next relic.”

Jade made a face that said she didn’t like Rae’s answer but couldn’t refute it either. “Still, it is possible for the relic to be in Rome. We should at least try to find it.”

“But where to start?” Rae asked.

I thought about that. “The first two relics were both hidden inside works of art: The Zellij Fountain and The Fremont Troll. It stands to reason the other two relics will likewise be hidden inside some kind of sculpture or fountain or other art piece.”

Rae winced. “There are literally millions of unique works of art here in Rome.”

“Not all of the artwork here has been around for two thousand years,” Jade pointed out. “We should begin with the most ancient sites like the Colosseum or the Pantheon. I have been here before and have some ideas of where to start.”

I shook my head. “The relics have been hidden and re-hidden time and again. The first relic was in The Zellij Fountain in Chicago, and the brochure said that was built by Moroccan artists in 2003.”

“The Zellij Fountain was installed in 2003,” Rae corrected. “I’m willing to bet the part that was actually holding the blue crystal key was far older, and it was only assembled as part of The Zellij Fountain when the relic was moved from Morocco to the United States to take it farther away from enemy hands. Not to mention the bamboo map inside a Volkswagen Beetle used in an American troll sculpture.”

I shrugged. “The point is, it could be anywhere: in something modern, in something ancient, in something in-between. Either we get in contact with someone who knows exactly where, or we hunt blindly around the city and hope we get in close-enough range for Dong to detect it.”

“Hunting blind sounds like a waste of time,” Rae criticized. “It’s only been a few hours. My teacher will make contact with us soon. I have to believe that.”

“I do not share your faith. We should hunt in the city,” Jade declared. “I would rather leave this apartment and attempt to find the next relic than wait inside hoping your teacher makes contact.”

“I dunno,” Dong interjected with a smarmy grin and waggling eyebrows. “-I- wouldn’t mind if you and Aksel stayed inside the apartment for a few days.”

I rolled my eyes and flicked Dong off my shoulder. This time, I kept watching to see whether or not he fell off, but my fingers passed straight through his intangible form. He looked solid enough, and yet it was clear that his body wasn’t actually here.

Turning to Rae, I asked, “Did you give the address to this apartment to the Shu Han shopkeeper?”

“No, of course not,” she replied. “Just a WhatsApp I.D. so that my allies can message me. Nothing that would trace me back to this location.”

“Then I don’t see any benefit in staying inside,” I declared before glancing over at Jade with a blush. “Well, apart from the obvious…”

Jade likewise blushed and smiled.

“I vote we explore the city,” I said, gesturing to Jade. “You said you’ve been here before, but it’s our first time for me and Rae and I wouldn’t mind doing some sightseeing if we have to wait. You can show us around town and we can familiarize ourselves with our surroundings if nothing else. And if we get lucky, we get lucky.”

“I’m all for getting lucky,” Dong volunteered, raising his hand.

“I meant getting lucky in locating the relic.”

“Sure you did.” He patted my cheek. “Sure you did.”

I rolled my eyes. A second later, my stomach loudly gurgled. The girls both giggled, and with a shrug, I added, “Besides, I’m hungry.”

Rae laughed and nodded. “Let’s go.”

****

The streets of Rome were absolutely packed, even on a Monday afternoon. Our first stop was a local osteria that had the most amazing tortellini I’d ever eaten in my life.

Or I was really, really hungry.

Perhaps a bit of both.

From there, Jade took us on a tour of Rome. Officially, she was supposed to take us to the sites most likely to contain a hidden relic and get us within range for Dong to sense its presence. But Rae and I couldn’t help but point at some famous landmarks and go, “Ooh! Can we go over there!”

We started at the Colosseo (Colosseum) and walked throughout the ginormous amphitheater. I knew that SoFi Stadium in L.A. could seat 70,000 spectators and had been finished in the year 2020. The fact that the ancient Romans had built a 65,000-seat stadium in the first century A.D. absolutely blew my mind. We took selfies in the stands overlooking the arena, we visited the underground spaces where gladiators and animals had been caged, and… oh yeah… we checked with Dong to ask if he sensed anything. He did not.

We explored the excavated ruins of the Foro Romano (Roman Forum) and the Palatino (Palatine Hill). We looked out over the Circo Massimo (Circus Maximus) and imagined epic chariot races. Throughout the journey, Jade told us about her past visits to the city dating back to over five hundred years ago. It was hard to imagine, but even though Jade was over a thousand years old, the structures we were looking at were still ancient compared to her.

It was Rae’s idea to stop by the Bocca della Verità (Mouth of Truth) and stand in line with all the tourists to put our hands into the gaping mouth and take a picture. A week ago, I would never have imagined in a million years that the marble mask might actually close on my hand, but I had to be honest: I was pretty scared the mouth just might snap shut around my fingers. Rae started teasing me when I hesitated to put my hand in, and I nearly exclaimed something stupid about The Zellij Fountain turning off or the The Fremont Troll’s Volkswagen bug opening its engine compartment for me. In the end, nothing happened, Rae snapped my photo, and Dong called me a “scaredy-cat”.

Moving into the heart of the city, we visited the Pantheon and bought overpriced gelato from a nearby stall. A visit then to the Piazza Navona and the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi (Fountain of the Four Rivers) stirred a memory to mind of the Dan Brown novel Angels and Demons, which wrote about the four natural elements on the Path of Illumination. The fountain represented water, while other sites around Rome represented Earth, Air, and Fire. I immediately decided that we should visit the Chigi Chapel, Saint Peter’s Square, and the Church of Santa Maria della Vittoria, plus Castel Sant’Angelo and probably the Sistine Chapel for good measure.

Jade took my suggestion under advisement and then calmly informed me that there were only so many hours in a day during which should probably try to find the third relic.

“The more distance we cover, the more likely Dong will be able to pick up on something,” Rae reasoned, after which she got that pained look on her face that told me she was worried about her teacher again. I’d been happy to see that the extensive sightseeing had helped keep her mind off of those worries for the most part. But in the slow moments between locations, she’d frequently check her phone for new WhatsApp messages to no avail.

In the interest of covering more ground and hitting more landmarks, we visited the Altare della Patria (Altar of the Fatherland), the Colonna Traiana (Trajan’s Column), the Fontana di Trevi (Trevi Fountain), and Dolce & Gabbana. That last one wasn’t actually an Ancient Roman landmark, but rather a high-end clothing boutique that Jade wanted to stop by and check out. While neither she nor Rae actually wore any clothes (I knew it! They were always naked!), it apparently was a common thing for shapeshifters to study name-brand clothing in order to replicate it on their own bodies.

That actually brought up a whole other discussion about the limits of the girls’ shapeshifting powers. Rae was quite happy to point out that even a thousand-year-old hui could only shapeshift between its native human form and its native snake, which Jade’s thin-lipped smile and even narrower-eyed glare appeared to confirm. Meanwhile, a nine-tailed huli jing could transform into almost anything, although Rae admitted that she was only a two-tailed fox and forming the sword had thus far been her most significant accomplishment.

The discussion itself proved controversial enough that I actually shivered from the frost growing between the two girls, and most of my focus was on getting them both to be nice to each other. In fact, I was so focused on playing peacemaker that I somehow completely failed to notice the temporary barriers that had been erected around the nearby Scalinata di Trinità dei Monti (The Spanish Steps). The sun would be setting soon, the Trinità dei Monti Church itself was bathed in glowing light, and there was a general buzz amongst the crowd gathered outside the barriers.

It was because of the crowd that I failed to notice the famous steps themselves had been cordoned off, with not a single tourist walking on them. It was only when Rae looked up and pointed out that fact that we realized something was going on. And my very first thought was to ask, “Did somebody get shot or something?”

Rae frowned at me. “Really?”

“It’s a photo shoot,” Jade observed coolly before gesturing to the large reflective umbrellas mounted high up on temporary scaffolding on the other side of the barriers, readily visible above the crowd. She started walking forward to take a closer look, and Rae and I quickly followed after.

I soon noticed two photographers wearing vests with a dizzying array of camera equipment on them speaking to an older gentleman with graying hair who wore a custom designer suit. There was a large silver Airstream - one of those shiny aluminum travel trailers - most likely for the models to change their clothes in privacy. A harried young woman with her hair in a too-tight bun wearing a headset with a boom microphone spent a lot of time staring at her clipboard while yelling into the microphone. And more than a dozen other people wearing small earpieces scurried to and fro within the perimeter of the barriers that were guarded by another dozen security officers in uniform.

With a sigh I muttered, “Well, looks like this is one landmark that won’t be making it onto my Instagram page.”

“None of these sights are going to make it onto your Instagram page,” Rae warned. “You can’t post any of these pics. You can’t even log onto your account.”

“I know, I know.”

“I don’t think that you do.”

“Well I didn’t mean today,” I insisted. “You know, like… a month from now… when the quest is over and I get to go back to my apartment in Santa Monica and resume a normal life.”

“You still think you’ll ever be able to resume a normal life?” Rae asked skeptically. “And even if you could, what does your new girlfriend think about moving to Santa Monica?”

I immediately turned back to Jade. “Look, I’m not trying to run away from you. I’d be thrilled for you to come stay with me in Santa Monica if you like.”

Jade immediately held up both hands and shook her head. “Please. I am not some starry-eyed young girl you need to placate into not feeling remorse over giving you her virginity.”

“I didn’t mean--”

She waved me off and then hooked her arm through my elbow while leaning in to kiss my lips. We shared a quick peck and then she looked into my eyes, saying softly, “All we are, all we have, is today. Do not worry yourself about what may come tomorrow. In the words of the ancient Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu, ‘过去是历史，现在是礼物，未来是个谜’”

I gave her a blank look and replied, “I’m not following.”

Rae spoke up, “It translates to, ‘The past is history, the present is a gift, the future is a mystery.’”

I arched an eyebrow. “Master Oogway said that in Kung Fu Panda.”

Rae laughed. “A version of it, yes.”

Jade frowned. “Who is this Master Oogway? I have not heard of him.”

“Nevermind.” I shared a laugh with Rae. Then I looked forward and gestured at all the hubbub around The Spanish Steps, finally saying, “Let’s just move on. Hopefully the Steps will be open tomorrow.”

Jade nodded and then pecked my cheek again. I looked over at Rae, and we backed away from the barrier. But just as we turned, a new voice called out from the other side.

“Aksel? Aksel Andersen? Oh my god! You’re here!”

****

Huh huh-huh huuuuh huh…

The iconic opening bars of “True” by Spandau Ballet began playing in my head, accompanied by Dong’s voice singing the lyrics.

Huh huh-huh huuuuh huh / I knowww this… muuuch is true…

Dude. What are you doing? Why are you singing?

This is the sound of my soul! This is the sound!

Dong. Shut up, shut up, shut up. She’s coming over here.

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue / Dissolve the nerves that have just begun.

Intangible or not I swear I will find a way to disembowel you if you can’t shut the fuck up.

[record scratch]

Sorry, dude. She’s just… mmph!

In Dong’s defense, Hannah Hampton really was one of the most beautiful women in the entire world, and that wasn’t just personal bias. One might argue that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but women don’t get paid to be full-time models unless they’re empirically attractive to a significantly large percentage of the world population, you know?

Hannah wasn’t supermodel famous or anything. The average citizen wouldn’t recognize her name, she’d never done a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition or Victoria’s Secret, and the vast majority of her work was for designer fashion houses. But she had healthy follower numbers on Insta, TikTok, etcetera. And I’d be willing to wager more than a few metric tons of semen had been spilled by men around the world jerking off to her images.

Today the leggy lingerie model with bright-green eyes and shimmering dirty-blonde hair was all dolled-up with avant-garde makeup, an elaborately asymmetrical hairstyle, and an equally elaborate avant-garde dress more appropriate to be mounted in an art museum than worn by an actual human being. One of her legs was completely out of view, but the other leg had been left bare from the base of her transparent high heels all the way up to her crotch, where a tiny satin bikini barely concealed her mons. She was forced to walk in a sort of abbreviated shuffle, and shuffle she did after emerging from the Airstream in order to approach the barrier between us.

“Hannah! Heyyy!” I greeted warmly as I turned around and recognized her despite the alien-ish makeup and attire. I automatically went into my default socialization mode: that of a charismatic young man fueled by the confidence of past success and The Ax Effect.

Hannah absolutely beamed while basking in the glow of my amorous attention. “Aksel! It IS you!” she enthused happily, speeding up her shuffle.

The burly security guard nearest turned to look at her, and then he turned to look at me, and he took upon an expression I was used to seeing in other guys. It was the expression that clearly asked, What’s so special about this guy?

“Ohmigod, I’m so happy to see you!” Hannah came right up to the barrier and extended her arms to me for a hug, and I instinctively leaned forward to hug her, but she caught herself just in time and stopped, instead taking both of my hands and giving them a squeeze. “Sorry. Makeup.”

“Totally understand,” I assured her, squeezing back with my fingers and then letting go. I gestured up at The Spanish Steps, asking, “What are you doing here?”

“Me??? What are YOU doing here?”

“That… is a long story.” I glanced just behind me to where Jade had her arms folded over her chests while coolly evaluating the newcomer. She had that deadly viper look about her, the one whose smile promised a short but painful death if any dared cross her.

Rae, on the other hand, looked rather shocked and awed. Only then did I remember that she’d seen a photo of Hannah on my laptop (with her tit out) just before destroying it (the laptop, not the photo). As I recalled, her response was to say, She’s hot. Like… super-hot.

“Hannah!” another voice called, and we all turned to look back towards the Airstream where another model had just emerged. This one had flaming red hair, abundant freckles, and baby-blue eyes highlighted by her cerulean one-shoulder dress that was just as asymmetrically avant-garde as Hannah’s. “What’s going on?”

“Ma Dai! What is-a going on?” another voice added in a thick Italian accent, this one coming from the harried young woman with the clipboard, headset, and too-tight bun. “We have only a ten-minute-a window of perrrfect lighting that is-a going to start in less-a than five minutes!”

“Sorry!” Hannah called back, giving me an apologetic look.

“Well hello. And who might you be?” the redhead inquired rather saucily in a luxurious French accent as she sauntered up to the barrier and favored me with the kind of sensually inviting smile that made lesser men prematurely cream their underwear.

“I’m Aksel,” I replied with a charming smile.

“Madeleine,” she offered with a coquettish purr while extending her hand across towards me, knuckles forward and fingers loose. “Madeleine Cressy.”

Of course I already knew her name. Everybody knew her name. Unlike Hannah, Madeleine Cressy had both shot a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition AND walked the Victoria’s Secret runway. But I still said politely, “Very pleased to meet you, Madeleine.” And then I took her proffered hand, raised it to my lips, and gently kissed her knuckles.

The gorgeous girl giggled cutely, bit her lip, and stared at me with the sort of expression that suggested she wanted to vault over the barrier and mount me right there in the Piazza di Spagna in front of everybody.

The security guard choked and started thumping his chest while coughing, all while gawking over at me with an expression that clearly exclaimed, Seriously?!? What the fuck?!?

“Girls! NOW!” the production assistant hollered. Behind her were two other models already ascending the steps.

“Coming, Lucia! Sorry. Gotta go,” Hannah apologized. “Will you be around? Can I call you?”

I winced, realizing that Hannah didn’t have my current phone number, and I equally realized that I probably shouldn’t give her my current phone number. “Well, how long will the shoot be?”

“You heard her,” Madeleine piped up. She gestured to Lucia and continued, “We’ve got a ten-minute window of perfect lighting coming up. After that…?”

I glanced back at Jade and Rae. “Mind sticking around for fifteen minutes?”

Jade narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, but Rae definitely looked interested.

“Girls. Up-a the stairs. Now,” Lucia the production assistant barked, much closer now that she’d come over to us.

“Right. C’mon, Madi,” Hannah said, gesturing for the redhead to follow as she turned. But she also glanced back at me over her shoulder with a beaming smile and blew me a kiss.

Madeleine likewise raised a hand a blew me a kiss before following after the blonde. Finally, Lucia looked over at me as if wondering why two of her fashion models had bothered coming over here in the first place. But a moment later, her expression shifted into one of wonder as a slow smile spread across her face.

“B-Buonasera…” she greeted pleasantly. “Pleased to meet you. Are-a you having a good day?”

“Lucia!” the gray-haired older man yelled.

The poor woman jerked stiff as if coming out of trance, gave me a blank look, and then spun around to run back to the photo shoot without a backwards glance, her heeled shoes making loud clopping sounds on the plaza cobblestones.

I simply smiled and watched her run away, used to that sort of reaction by now. I’d been getting my usual fond glances and stares throughout the city all day. My gaze then moved further to where the four fashion models were arranging themselves at various positions along the famous staircase, taking hold of their elaborate outfits and spreading out the shimmering fabric for maximum effect.

My ears also burned, and I glanced to my sides to find both Rae and Jade stepping alongside me. Jade wrapped an arm around my lower back with a touch of possessiveness, and I wondered how sincere she’d been with her Lao Tzu quote about not worrying about tomorrow.

Rae, perhaps, was on the same wavelength. She stared with shining eyes at the fashion models in front of us, and almost beneath her breath, she softly muttered the quote:

“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That is why it’s called the present.”

****

Bow-bow, Oh yeahhh… Chick, chicka-chicka… Doo bow-bow, Oh yeah…

I could’ve done without Dong providing a soundtrack, but I was a little too preoccupied with the tight pussy wrapped around my thick prick to really complain about it. And actually, when I stopped to think about it, I not only didn’t mind the thumping bass beat he managed to generate, but I kinda enjoyed it.

Such a good time, a really good time… Bow-bow, Oh yeahhh…

I laughed, squeezed Hannah’s hips, and redoubled my thrusting. Hannah squeaked and had to brace herself against the sudden increase in power, lest her face get overly smashed into Rae’s crotch.

Did I not mention Rae?

The petite half-Chinese cutie couldn’t take her eyes off of Hannah throughout the entire duration of the photo shoot at The Spanish Steps and beyond. Even after the photo shoot was complete, it was Rae who insisted that we stick around to wait for the models to change their clothing and scrub off their avant-garde makeup in the Airstream. And it was Rae who stated that we hadn’t gotten dinner yet, and would they like to join us? Her treat.

Hannah had been decidedly intrigued by the obvious interest from the blue-haired girl. I’d always known the sexy dirty-blonde was bisexual; our very first encounter had been a threesome with another model. And although since then the majority of our hookups had been one-on-ones, there had been quite a few that included an additional female playmate or two.

My long-time lover had given me several lingering looks, her inquisitive eyes decidedly curious to know more about what I was doing here in Rome with a pair of Asian beauties. And given that Jade was still keeping her arm around my waist and giving off that possessive air, Hannah was more than happy to flirt right back with Rae and continue her amiable conversation rather than attempt to insert herself between me and the cool Chinese girl with the reptilian gaze.

Rae of course had been thrilled with the turn in events, and the fact that she now had the “super-hot” babe between her thighs and licking her loins seemed to be blowing the blue-haired girl’s mind.

The huli jing was still “dressed”, although it still baked my noodle a little to consider the complications of her “clothing” being an extension of her perma-nekkid flesh. Rae wasn’t able to remove a stitch of clothing, at least not without our fun being halted by Hannah asking difficult questions about disappearing panties. So instead her top and bra had merely been shoved up above her breasts, baring both crinkled nipples. And the cute skirt she’d been “wearing” all day had been bunched up around her waist, the strap of her panties pulled aside to allow Hannah’s agile tongue to dart within to taste her sweet nectar.

Once again, I observed Rae’s partial nudity with a strange sense of detachment. I wasn’t sure if it was some sort of reverse Ax Effect thing that made me comparatively unattracted to her, or if it was simply because I knew she was gay and therefore didn’t have a chance. Whatever the reason, I didn’t pay much attention to the petite girl’s body. Instead, I was quite happy to focus on my end of our little threesome, staring down in rapturous awe at Hannah’s incredible ass put on perfect display with my powerful prick pumping in and out of her pleasurable pussy over and over again.

The moon, beautiful…

Bow-bow, Oh yeahhh… Chick, chicka-chicka… Doo bow-bow, Oh yeah…

Fuck yeah this felt good. It always felt good with her. Hannah Hampton was kind of my dream girl. I mean, I certainly liked my variety and wasn’t in a hurry to settle down and get married or anything. But whenever I was with Hannah, I always found myself wondering… well… maybe?

Moments later, I’d dismiss such thoughts. It wasn’t just that she was out of my league; a lot of girls I slept with should’ve been truly out of my league were it not for my supernatural ability. It was more that I knew Hannah wasn’t the “settling down” type. She enjoyed her variety as much as I did, she enjoyed her jet-setting lifestyle, and no amount of otherworldly sexual endurance would convince her to stay in Santa Monica with me forever.

Still, even beyond the amazing sex, I’d always liked simply being with her. With all the recent turmoil in my life, it felt quite reassuring to be together with her again.

It almost felt like being back home.

But of course I wasn’t back home. This wasn’t Santa Monica. Hannah and I were in Rome, halfway around the world. Nor were we alone.

We were with Rae.

And Jade.

And Madeleine.

The sun, even more beautiful, a ha ha…

Bow-bow, Oh yeahhh… Chick, chicka-chicka… Doo bow-bow, Oh yeah…

If Dong’s next lyric was meant to describe Madeleine Cressy, I would have to personally disagree about her being even more beautiful than Hannah. But I would also have to admit that was a matter of personal preference, as many, many men the world over certainly had a thing for the ravishing, freckled redhead with a big rack stacked on an absolutely incredible figure. The fact that such a famous model was half-naked only a few feet away from me was a little bit mind-blowing, even accounting for The Ax Effect. And the horny little pervert inside me couldn’t help but direct my gaze towards “Madi” even though I was currently buried inside of Hannah.

Hey, the horny little pervert has a name. I’m Dong, remember?

Shut up and enjoy this. And maybe go back to singing; that actually had a good rhythm.

Doo bow-bow… Chick, chicka-chicka

Perhaps I should start from the beginning.

Rae, Hannah, and I had of course not gone to dinner alone. We had been a party of five at a fancy Italian restaurant, eating a little and drinking a LOT. Rae and Hannah had spent a good percentage of the meal flirting with each other while Madeleine had been more interested in flirting with both me and Jade. The fiery redhead spent enough time ogling the icy cool Chinese viper and complimenting the other girl’s looks to make clear that she swung both ways. And as the wine continued to flow and the evening wore on, Jade started to be significantly more amenable to the redhead’s advances.

When Hannah had first suggested they accompany us back to our place, it had been Madi who volunteered that we accompany them to theirs after Rae’s sense of operational security made her hesitate. So that was how the five of us ended up at a spacious apartment just outside the southeast entrance to Villa Borghese. We started with another bottle of wine and some pleasant conversation. Giggles and flirting turned into Rae and Hannah kissing on the loveseat. Rae and Hannah kissing turned into Madi draping herself across my chest and kissing me on the couch. Then Jade leaning forward across the other side of my chest led to Jade and Madi kissing. And things just started snowballing from there.

Hannah was the aggressive one, slipping her hand between Rae’s thighs almost right away while the pair of beautiful babes swapped spit and shared breathy moans into each other’s mouths right there on the loveseat. I heard Rae’s excited squeak the moment Hannah’s questing digits first found the half-Chinese cutie’s moisture. But I only heard it because by then I was a little busy making out with Jade while Madi’s hands had slipped beneath my waistband to investigate the throbbingly hard tool that had been tenting my pants.

“Hannah said you had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen,” Madi breathed with eager anticipation.

Bow-bow, Oh yeahhh… Chick, chicka-chicka

I pulled my mouth off of Jade’s lips to look down when Madi slipped down to the floor, unzipped my fly, and extracted my rock-hard erection. The sultry redhead stared up at me with luminous baby-blue eyes and pouty lips gaping open in a sexy pant.

“Hannah was not exaggerating,” Madi declared quite happily. And she smiled at me with impish delight while wrapping her fingers around my steaming-hot shaft, stroking my meat up and down experimentally before giggling with obvious excitement.

Then Madi winked at me.

And then she ducked her head.

Doo bow-bow, Oh yeahhh… Fuck yeahhh…

Fuck yeah is right. Madeleine Cressy is giving me a blowjob. Madeleine Cressy.

It was quite the incredible sight to see. The subject of numerous worldwide magazine-fapping sessions stared up at me with her big baby-blue eyes, bright red freckles aflame on her forehead and cheeks, with her puffy lips wrapped around the thick girth of my rod. Her super-long eyelash extensions rapidly fluttered like butterfly wings as she took on an expression of deep carnal satisfaction, moaning around my meat as if savoring the most delectable delicacy. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, not trying to deep throat me or anything but rather just experimentally getting used to the feeling of me in her mouth. And she stared up at my face in rapturous wonder as if she’d never seen a more beautiful view in her entire life.

The sight of me.

It gave me quite the power rush.

No, literally. Sex was my superpower, and I felt a flood of energy coursing through my veins. My skin felt warmer. My muscles seemed to tighten and thicken at the same time. And the sensation of power surging through me made me feel like I could leap out the fourth-story window and start to fly.

Not that I was going to put that feeling to the test. I was more than happy to remain right where I was and continue getting excellent head from an incredibly beautiful girl.

The sight in front of me got even better when Jade stopped nibbling on my neck and ear and slid down to her knees beside Madi. The redhead seemed happy to share, popping off my prick so that for a few seconds, I had two gorgeous beauties staring up at me with broad smiles featuring expressions that clearly said, I crave to feel your dick inside me.

I found it somewhat novel to see Jade’s “human” face in front of me like this. I mean, it wasn’t like she’d gone hybrid at any point throughout the day that we’d been sightseeing around the city. Still, I knew that she relished the fact that I accepted her in her “demon” yaoguai body, and I knew that she would have transformed into semi-viper had the two models not been with us.

Not that Jade seemed to mind. She still flashed me a toothy grin, letting her fangs briefly extend and then retract before giggling and sealing her lips around my shaft. I reached down to caress the serpent girl’s face, and she briefly let her scales emerge beneath the cover of my hand on her cheek. The fact that I didn’t recoil but instead cupped her skin even tighter made her hum happily and then promptly deep throat my dick.

“Mon Dieu! C’est renversant!” Madi exclaimed, quite impressed. “You took that monster so easily!”

Jade flinched slightly at the term “monster” but quickly recovered. She managed to smile around my schlong and I felt her prehensile tongue slathering my shaft while she smugly winked at Madi. And perhaps showing off a bit, she pumped her face up and down several times, revealing the full length of my long dong to the tip of my mushroom head before swallowing every last inch of me and hoovering the very base of my column with incredible suction.

“Laisse-moi essayer. Let me try,” Madi breathed.

Jade smirked, shrugged, and pulled off me. She held my shaft aloft with one hand, tilting it towards the redhead while teasing my testicles with her sharp fingernails. Her expression was straight up reptilian, as if to say, I have over a thousand years of experience. Don’t even think you can compete with me.

Not that Madi was really paying attention to Jade’s expression. The redhead’s gaze was entirely on my throbbing meat as if it had its own siren’s call. She panted softly, which made her bountiful bosom heave quite nicely. And as soon as Jade pulled her hand away, Madi immediately bent over to take dick back into her mouth, cramming as much of my cock down her throat as she possibly could.

But she couldn’t take it all. The redhead certainly tried, briefly gagging herself as my thick prick repeatedly penetrated her throat. But she kept getting hung up, her baby-blue eyes watering as she choked. And in the end she sat up to gasp for air, wipe away her tears, and give a resigned shrug. “Is it me, or did his cock get even bigger?”

Jade silently waggled her head and stared at my prick, an evaluative expression on her face. She’d become quite intimately familiar with my turgid tool over the past couple of days, perhaps enough to know my size. But even to me it seemed like my dick might’ve actually gotten both a little longer AND a little thicker.

“No matter. I have another solution,” Madi finally pronounced. And she proceeded to sit up straight and whip off her cashmere V-neck sweater.

Both fashion models had changed into “regular” clothing after the end of their photo shoot, and by “regular” I mean “hideously expensive designer luxury attire”. It made sense since the girls got the clothing for free under their contracts, and Madi quite obviously favored wearing clothes that showed off her considerable assets.

But even though that cashmere V-neck had done a great job showing off her big, buoyant tits all throughout dinner, I was much happier to see the garment being tossed onto the floor, followed quickly by her satin bra. Madi’s chest freckles were flushed and carried that red color all the way to the upper slopes of her massive melons capped by pale pink nipples. And the saucy redhead bit her lower lip, smirking at me in a moderately successful attempt to draw my attention to her face instead of the big, pillowy breasts she was palming and jiggling right in front of me.

“See something you like?” Madeleine-effing-Cressy from Sports Illustrated and Victoria’s Secret teased with a wink.

“Oh hell-fucking-yeah…” I breathed, staring straight at her boobs without a hint of shame. They were big, they were round, they were firm, and they were… glorious.

God I was such a tits man.

The buxom bombshell giggled with amusement at my obvious appreciation for her ample assets, and she leaned forward, quickly tucking my massive meat between her mammaries and then mashing her melons around it.

Chick, chicka-chicka…

Fuck yeah.

“Mmm… mmm… mmm…” Madi moaned as she humped her torso up and down my fuckstick, keeping a tight grip on her tits to maintain the tunnel of titflesh. Her baby-blue eyes gleamed watching the contorted expressions crossing my face from both the physical pleasure and visual stimulation of her titfuck. And she laughed gaily with obvious joy when I clenched my washboard abs and shuddered in response.

Speaking of my washboard abs, Jade had raised my shirt and started playing with them while leaning in to bite my ear and moan in obvious heat. She seemed to delight in feeling her fingertips slip through the grooves between my six-pack muscles and then rather hungrily turned my head to hers for a fierce kiss, forcing my tongue to play tonsil hockey to keep her suddenly forked prehensile tongue from slithering down my throat.

All this while hearing Rae and Hannah moaning and making out and probably fingerbanging each other from the wet squelching sounds coming from the loveseat.

Chick, chicka-chicka…

Doo bow-bow… Oh, yeah…

It was rapidly becoming too much. Madi took to bending over and sucking on my knob in addition to massaging my meat with her mammaries. The extra stimulation of her swirling tongue atop my tip was rapidly bringing me to a boil, and I moaned into Jade’s mouth while feeling every muscle in my torso start to twitch. My explosion was imminent, and both girls knew it.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” I grunted as soon as Jade pulled her lips off of mine. I turned to stare down at the glorious sight of gorgeous Madi with my mushroom head in her mouth and the rest of my big dick between her breasts. She abruptly pulled her tits off me and ducked her head, cramming my cock back into her throat and trying to deep throat me one last time. She did not succeed, only making it halfway down. But the sudden tight constriction around my cock proved to be the catalyst for my creamy combustion and my ass thrust up off the couch, shoving another inch of my dick down Madi’s throat, and she promptly gagged before jerking her face away to try and breathe.

She was just in time for my dick to explode. The first spurt sprayed out with the power of a paintball gun, splattering a sticky wad straight against her face from forehead to cheek over her left eye. She gasped and the second shot spurted between her lips and down her chin. The third lost a little steam and coated her neck.

“Ffffuuuucccckkkk…” I groaned.

By then, Jade had seized my shaft in hand and started stroking it while I simply turned to jello and melted into the couch. The only part of my body still hard was my still-spasming dick, which Jade aimed into the crevice of Madi’s mammaries to pump out the rest of cum all over the redhead’s freckled chest. I had quite a lot to give and Jade coaxed out spurt after spurt until the fashion model was quite covered. And then once she realized I was out of juice, Jade promptly tackled Madi onto the floor, stabbing her tongue out to lick up as much of my creamy cum as she could.

Chick, chicka-chicka…

“You go girl!” Rae called enthusiastically, watching Jade climb all over the topless redhead and eventually seal their lips together, sharing her found gold with Madi with sloppy, wet kisses. Madi seemed quite happy to make out with the exotic Asian babe, and when I stole a glance over at Rae, I saw the blue-haired girl’s eyes glittering with voyeuristic excitement.

Rae was seated on the loveseat with her legs spread wide. I already explained how her top and bra had been shoved up above her breasts and her skirt had been bunched up around her waist to allow Hannah on all fours to demonstrate her expert cunnilingus. Hannah herself pulled her face out of Rae’s crotch for a moment to look over at Jade and Madi making out, smiling at the girls before turning to look at me with a smirk and a wink.

And then she waggled her naked tushie at me.

Bro, that looks like an invitation, Dong announced in my mind.

I can tell.

Still rock-hard despite my recent ejaculation, as per usual, I took a brief look at Jade and Madi and realized the two of them were good with each other for now. Madi had slipped the strap of Jade’s panties aside beneath her dress and started fingerbanging the Asian babe while Jade was aggressively nursing at Madi’s cum-covered pink nipples. So I slipped off the couch and knelt behind my heavenly Hannah’s shapely bum.

“Oooh… Aaaaksellll… So biiig…” the dynamite dirty-blonde moaned in obvious satisfaction as she felt my steel-hard schlong slowly stretching her snatch. As usual, the too-tight stick-figure with tits and hips always took a couple of minutes in order to adjust to my monster member.

“So tiiight…” I moaned back appreciatively.

“So fucking hot,” Rae praised approvingly before reaching up to grab Hannah’s head and guide it back down to her crotch.

Bow-bow, Oh yeahhh… Chick, chicka-chicka… Doo bow-bow, Oh yeah…

So now you’re caught up.

I was banging Hannah doggy-style while she ate out Rae. Madi and Jade were tangled together on the floor and moving into a wicked-hot sixty-nine. As Hannah’s ultratight twat started to stretch and better accommodate my thick dick, I sped up and started to think about where I wanted to blow my next load. And once I decided on giving the sexy lingerie model an internal combustion and then seeing which of the other three girls in the room might be willing to go after the creampie, I started making further plans for how the rest of tonight’s orgy should go.

Of course I wanted to sample Madeleine-effing-Cressy’s pussy as soon as possible. I loved being inside Hannah Hampton, but new pussy would always hold great appeal. I wanted to ram my dick into Jade’s rear end, idly curious to see if doing so might spark Madi’s sense of competition and let me up her supermodel ass, or perhaps trigger Hannah to grant me one of my oh-so-rare opportunities inside her Hershey Highway.

Feeling the pressure in my balls starting to build, I sped up the pace of my pumping. Hannah moaned at the increased sensations. Rae groaned and gazed adoringly down at Hannah’s face between her thighs. And Jade and Madi both squealed and cried out in ecstasy somewhere behind me.

My world faded into infinite white.

No, seriously, over the course of about five seconds my vision of the world faded away, replaced by infinite white. Hannah, Rae, Jade, and Madi were no longer in sight. The apartment. The loveseat. Even Hannah’s hips in my hands. Gone.

The infinite white then started to fade away itself. As it cleared, a new sight slowly revealed itself. There was a clear blue sky, lush green fields under golden sunlight, majestic mountains in the distance, and a man-made canal of calm, mirror-smooth water running beneath a high-arching stone “Moon Bridge” adorned with decorative posts and ornately carved railings.

Beyond the bridge was a large terrace surrounded by several buildings with pagoda rooftops, each corner of the tiled roofs curved sharply upwards. There were many other buildings beyond the pagodas, these with more regular gable rooftops built with a mixture of wood and thatching. There wasn’t a single glass window in any of them, and the Asian people milling about the town were attired in the kind of rough clothing that I’d only seen in drawings depicting time periods from many centuries before.

Dong’s voice then spoke up.

Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.

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Chapter 11 will post on April 24. For anyone who can't wait, Beta Tier will be maintaining a 7-chapter lead from that date on until the story is complete.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Chapter 1: The Ax Effect: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99894240

Chapter 2: Santa Monica: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100614606

Chapter 3: The Zellij Fountain: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100887440

Chapter 4: Euhemerism: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140816

Chapter 5: The Fremont Troll: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101373122

Chapter 6: Jade: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101713211

Chapter 7: The Blue Gecko: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101962728

Chapter 8: Yaoguai: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102225122

Chapter 9: Rome: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102437581