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

I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering back to the dream land I had visited last night.

“And that place… what was it?”

“Aerona told you,” Ebrill replied. “You’re trying to get to something else, wondering if it’s what you think of as Hell, right? I can’t help you there, but I doubt it.”

“That concept was around in our time,” Kordelia said. When I gave them a confused look, she added, “Been talking to Steph, trying to catch up on the world.”

“Okay, so maybe not Hell,” I conceded, glad to be done with that train of thought. “But it sure felt like it. How do we even know there’s something in that place for us?”

“Because,” Aerona said, and I turned to see that she and Steph had climbed up to join us. “I have a connection to the others, one the rest don’t have, exactly.”

“A mental connection,” Ebrill explained. “As if, she’s the hub… and we’re spokes on a wheel.”

“And what’s the wheel?” I asked.

“You. This world… maybe the next. All of it, as long as we can keep it together. The minute it falls apart, we’re all fucked.”

I nodded, watching as Aerona held out her hand, my gaze locked on her golden fingers.

“Please,” she said.

That’s all it took. I sighed and took her hand as the other three ladies watched.

“Come on, then.” She guided me by the hand back down inside, pulling me into the bedroom. Steph looked uncertain, somewhat confused, even. At least I could understand that emotion.

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Lying in bed this time, Aerona leaned up onto me, bit her lip, and said, “Thank you.”

Her cleavage was pressed together, almost begging me to look down at it, but I held her gaze. “I trust you.”

With that, she moved up on me, gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and then laid her head on my chest. The others stayed out of the room this time, and I lay there with images of demons in my head.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Aerona said, pushing herself up. “It’s important we make this work, so if it helps…”

This time, the kiss wasn’t on my cheek, but on my lips. Her tongue met mine, hand moving down along my abs, to my hips, and then off to the side.

Our lips parted and she smiled, nodded, and said, “There.”

“There?”

“I’ve heard, and found, that when your mind is focused on such things as I imagine it is now, you find sleep comes much easier.” Judging by the raging boner now pressing against my pants, I wasn’t so sure. Even worse when she said, “Why don’t you get comfortable,” and reached down, undoing my pants and pulling them off, eyes on mine the whole time.

“You’re… a tease.”

She giggled. “Only because what I’m saying is true.”

“Thoughts like this will help?” I glanced down, noting that she’d rested her hand on my thigh, very close to my bulge.

Her eyes followed mine, and she sighed. “I won’t pretend I’m not… curious. Interested? Sure, but… not ready.”

“I understand.” Although, that didn’t mean my cock understood one bit. He was lonely, pissed. About to give me blue balls. Lying back, not sure if I should be annoyed or not, I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild.

First came the image of her there on me, cleavage begging me to seize her top and rip it off. Then I was grabbing her by her red hair in one hand, a horn in the other while I plowed her from behind. Going animal style on her, and she loved it, about to howl when…

…A different sort of howl sounded. Distant, cold. I started, realizing darkness had taken me. Not the darkness of the room I had been in, but that of a cave. It smelled of dirt and stale water, and I could almost make out a sky above. No stars, but a sky.

Her trick had worked—I was asleep! Well, asleep and therefore taken to this land of the others. This place that wasn’t Hell although you could have fooled me. I knelt at first, glancing around, looking for red eyes. After a moment, and when my eyes had become more accustomed to the dark, I started to notice areas where more ledges led up and up. I stood and moved toward the closest one.

Pulling myself up and over, I took my time, not rising in case there was trouble. The ground here was hard like rock, but slick and, in places. rough. My gut kept telling me to be on the lookout for Glitonea or the Drow army that had attacked me last time, but so far there was no sign of either.

If my runes were working on Glitonea, it made sense that she wouldn’t be able to use them to access this place again, or my subconscious. But since the Drow weren’t in sight, either, I had to wonder if she had controlled them in some way? Had shown them to me as an answer to the question of how she was making changes. Had them attack me… for what?

Maybe she planned on bringing them back, them and all of the other vile creatures Rianne and the others had been fighting against long ago in Avalon. From what I had seen from her so far, that wouldn’t come as a surprise.

And if so, I had to ensure that didn’t happen.

Stepping up to the next ledge, I turned to look out over the valley of darkness, seeing wisps of what I had thought to be clouds, but were clearly not—they had more of a silver glow, and I swore I could see movement within, faces even.

Chills ran up my spine.

There had been a time when seeing visions like this would’ve caused me to curl up in a ball and puke my guts out. Was pissing one’s pants in fright a real thing? I didn’t know, but this kind of shit would’ve been right up there with the worst of it, I’m sure. In this case, however, part of me thought of it