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

As we waited, I glanced up to see Kordelia watching me. Curiosity mixed with maybe a bit of seductive interest. I nodded her way, and she cocked her head, eyes not leaving mine.

“What?” I asked.

“For a small man, you’re… hot,” she whispered. “And pleasant to look at.”

“He’s not so small,” Ebrill said from my left, earning a grin from Kordelia.

“Not where it counts,” Kordelia agreed, causing me to blush.

“I thought size wasn’t supposed to matter,” I interjected.

Steph cleared her throat, holding up a finger. “To an extent.”

“Says the tiny woman.” Kordelia licked her teeth, then shrugged. “Maybe to some it doesn’t. To me, it does.”

“Me too,” Ebrill said. “I hate to be shallow, but… yeah. Good thing we’re not working with a shrimp here.” She cupped my package.

I frowned. “Aren’t we supposed to be working, here?”

“They’re giving you a compliment,” Steph said. “Take it and say thank you.”

“Thanks,” I said but shook my head. “Now focus.”

“Until they get here, does it matter?” Kordelia asked. “You focus on what you want to focus on, let me focus on you.”

This time I turned in confusion. “Sorry, but… what? You left the room back there.”

“Wondering if I made a mistake.”

“Oh.” I glanced at Ebrill, trying to judge whether Kordelia was fucking with me, but she was smiling my way like she was ready for more.

“There will be more opportunities,” I said.

“Wait a second.” Ebrill moved close to me and crouched at my side, hand on my abs. “Isn’t it true that your powers kind of amplify when you’re in contact? Like we did before.”

I gulped and eyed her and then Kordelia, nervously. “Yes.”

“Then it’s settled. Kordelia, you can touch it.”

“Hey,” I started to protest, but Ebrill was already undoing my pants.

“It’s not like we have to fight, here, or run. Not at first, right? You’re going to connect to the building, make them believe we’re inside, and make them regret sending their forces. So, this,” she had my cock out—semi-flaccid, but clearly growing, “this will only help.”

Kordelia looked to Steph first, who, smiling, gave her a nod to go ahead. Kordelia reached out. One cold finger found my tip, moved along the smooth skin, then traced it back toward the base as the rest of her fingers joined the first to wrap around it.

By that point, I was fully grown and had my hand on a nearby tree trunk for balance. My eyes closed as she gave me a gentle stroke, and then I was there, spreading out from the house and nearby streets, able to sense the incoming danger.

“They’re here,” I said, and felt her stroke me again. “Oh, my… Ohhh.” This time the flash came with a line of surging darkness that pushed through the ground, forcing its way up as it moved for the house. I mumbled something about not stopping, and then felt another hand, this one on my balls, then a mouth, although I didn’t know whose it was.

“Not so much that I break focus,” I had to say, but hated those words at the moment. I wanted what they were giving me, but if we fucked up our attack, literally, everything could be ruined.

“Sorry,” Steph’s muffled voice said. The mouth then moved off my cock.

I was the house. I was old pieces of armor and blades, and moved through the floor and walls, even the outer grounds to rise and meet the enemy in their charge. They hit, then, and I unleashed. A bit too much, maybe, but then again, with three women’s hands on me, how could I contain myself?

The first wave was completely immobilized, and I was pulled back to the gargoyles and Steph as I waited for another strike.

“What happened?” Steph said, hand under my shirt and caressing my chest.

Looking at her there, the other two with their hands on my crotch, I had to smile. “Wiped out the first round. No contest.”

“Damn,” Kordelia said, stroking me faster and harder now.

“Whoa, slow, slow,” I said, feeling the tingles of an orgasm threatening to take hold. “Save it for the big game.”

She laughed, going back to the gentle caress. “Suit yourself.”

“Can you use your ice and other magic when in there?” Steph asked. “From the house, I guess?”

“I’ll try.” My hand up, I turned back to meet another incoming attack. “Here goes.”

This time I was in there and ready for them with what felt like a haunted fun house. The floor undulated and the walls shook and smashed. I tried my ice magic but nothing happened, so I turned to my ability to warg. At first, I tried it on a demon, but was pushed back with a painful sensation. The way I figured it, the more intelligent the enemy was, the less likely I would be able to take it over. Or, maybe it had to do with magical power? Either way, I went instead for a lumbering brute of an orc and managed to make it work.

Three good slashes with its serrated sword ended three enemy lives, and then I was out as a blast of magic came its way. The orc exploded, but I moved through the walls, wanting to try something else. Seeing the caster of the magic, I tried warging again—it worked! My theory had been that magic users were drained right after using magic, so maybe that would be a time I could take over. In the body of this seemingly low-level sorcerer, I spun and let loose on the nearby enemies with my ice magic. I didn’t have much, yet, but my frost footing hit and then I created several ice walls to block the enemy in, so that as they slipped about they accidentally cut into each other. Some even got mad and burst into a killing frenzy, so that I turned their less-intelligent fighters against each other.

“Where are you?” a voice said. It echoed through the house and then hit the body I was in, sending pain shooting through me until I was forced to