Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

to Excalibur in the corner, where it leaned against the wall, its metal glowing a light blue.

I paused, turned to give her a kiss, and grabbed Excalibur. There I hesitated again, because she still hadn’t put on her clothes. The others hadn’t either, and I had to stand there for a moment just appreciating what I had. Sure, the world was in danger of being conquered by Ra and other gods and evil fairy tales, or Legends. And yes, I was in Avalon, or the Fae realm, at risk of dying the moment we returned to Earth.

But all that aside, staring at Sharon’s curves, the way Red’s large breasts seemed to be calling for me to come over and take her nipples in my mouth, or the seductive way Pucky was staring at me… And damn, Elisa had just turned around to start dressing, inadvertently giving me the view from behind. Yeah, I was the luckiest man alive.

Now wasn’t the time for all of that though, as Arthur himself was about to train me. Arthur, who apparently became a vampire due to a curse, was going to train me to be a true Protector of the Myths.

“Tuck away your sword,” Red said with a chuckle, and I glanced at Excalibur, confused, only to realize that staring at them my cock had gotten hard again and was sticking out the top of my pants.

“Ready for round two?” Pucky asked. “We can tell Arthur to hold his horses.”

I chuckled, but shook my head. “As much as you know I’d love it… save it for when I get back?”

“If you get back,” Elisa said.

“Hey now.” Red hit her playfully. “Don’t tease him.”

“Is there… a risk of that?” I asked.

“As Nivian said.” Elisa winked at me. “Dragons.”

I gulped. “I’m… I’m gonna go now, before you all make me change my mind.”

I stepped to the door, only then pausing at the sight of Sekhmet with her cat sister on her lap, eyeing me with an arched eyebrow.

“Wait,” she said, a hand on my forearm. “You’ll be fine. You’re the Protector.”

“Thanks.” I tried to take another step, but the goddess stood and let the cat slink away. Her hand traced my forearm up to my chest, letting it linger there right next to one of the water tattoos that symbolized my tempest powers.

“That’s not all.” She leaned in, voice a whisper in my ear. “I wanted to tell you how hot you were, when you were fucking, your balls rocking back and forth. Maybe… Maybe I’ll talk to the girls, and we see about me joining sometime. Would you like that?”

I gulped, my cock stiffening even more, and all I could do was nod. At least she was wearing her beautiful woman face at the moment, because hearing those words from her when her face looked like a lioness would’ve been quite strange.

She gave me a grin, walking past as I finally remembered to put on my shirt.

“I’m really doing it,” I said, and gave them all one more smile, remembering the tastes of their lips and pussies, the sensation of their flesh pressed against mine, and cumming with them… all very fresh in my mind.

Taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate my thoughts on how terrified I’d felt at seeing that agent reveal himself to be Ra, anything right now to get my focus back on training and off of my amazing romp, I stepped outside to find Arthur and see what he was going to teach me.

47

Nivian was there at the doorway, speaking with Arthur. She gave me a slight nod of the head as I emerged.

“You look like you’ve already been training,” she said, eyeing me intently. “I sensed a spiritual awakening inside, so gave you all your privacy.”

I gulped, not sure how I felt about the ‘spiritual awakening’ being discussed around the king, a true hero of mine, one who I’d grown up loving and reading all about. Of course, I hadn’t known about all the vampire stuff back then, but then not many did.

“It’s perfectly natural,” Arthur said, the blue glow radiating off of him almost like a gentle blue flame, similar to what I’d seen on myself back there at the moment of climax.

“Your majesty,” I said, not really sure how to behave here, so giving him a Japanese style bow first, then feeling like an idiot and going to one knee.

“Aw,” Nivian said, and she had a hand to her mouth. “That’s sweet.”

“Please, none of that.” Arthur motioned me up. “I haven’t been a king in quite a long time.”

I stood, not sure what to do from there, and nodded.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Nivian said, and went to enter the house. “Are they… decent?”

“Rarely,” I said.

She laughed. “If I tell them you said that, are they going to kick your ass?”

“Most likely.” I chuckled, turning back to see that Arthur was smiling, his vampire fangs fully visible. The joking had helped to put me at ease, but that sight instantly set me right back again.

He eyed me, waiting for Nivian to go inside, then said, “Ah, the teeth.”

“I don’t understand,” I admitted.

“Long ago, in another world—quite literally,” he paused, chuckled at himself, and went on, “my life didn’t exactly go according to plan.”

I wasn’t sure if he was going to say more, so stood there, waiting. The sword started growing heavy in my hands, Arthur’s eyes on the sky as he was clearly lost in a memory. After a bit he nodded, turned, and started walking toward the lake.

Apparently, I was supposed to stay with him, because he started talking.

“The stories talk of Merlin like he was my helper, my right-hand man. They spin him as this wise sage, the ultimate defender of Camelot.” Arthur glanced over, blue eyes taking me in, weighing me up. “The truth is that he was a paladin who lost his way, a man who led me to a cursed sword, all part of a prophecy that he, but very few