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

can’t have Megha getting hurt out there. Riland, let the guards know to check in with Galahad instead of me. Tell him what we’re up to, and to be ready in case there’s trouble.”

“Will do,” Riland said, and went off to find Galahad’s guards.

“As for us,” I held out my hand for Megha, with a nod to Mizoa, “we’ve set up a panic room, of sorts. A bunker for situations like this. It will be our safest bet.”

“Lead the way,” Mizoa replied, and the rest went to their stations, ready for our infiltration mission and any repercussions that could result from it.

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We set up in the bunker, what had once been Gertrude’s secret room and that I had changed to work on a massively defensive scale. While we set up, I turned on the runes and went about applying new runes in strategic places with the help of my elemental spell and a bit of lightning on the end of my staff.

“If there’s an attack, this will give us time,” I said.

Megha nodded, clearly distracted, while Mizoa gave me a humored smile. “You have a long way to go.”

“And still, I kicked Fatiha’s ass.”

“Hardly by yourself,” Megha countered, giving me a sideways glance.

“Right, sure. And we stopped her portal, didn’t exactly defeat her.”

“With all the power she has absorbed, I imagine we’ll have some real problems when the time comes,” Mizoa pointed out. “Stay on guard.”

“We will,” Megha replied.

“Then, let us begin.”

She had Megha and I sit facing each other, cross-legged, and then circled us, saying, “Duck, duck…”

“Are you shitting me?” I asked. “You have a sense of humor?”

“A shitty one,” Megha added, frowning.

Mizoa shrugged. “I’ve enjoyed learning about today’s world, but haven’t had enough chances to play. What, you don’t like playing?”

Megha and I shared an ‘oh, boy’ look, but then there was a flash of light, some chanting from Mizoa, and suddenly I was looking at myself. Not a bad sight, honestly. Looking at oneself from someone else’s eyes is quite different from looking in a mirror, because when looking through their eyes you are also affected by their emotions. Kind of how a person looks better if their personality is awesome, but once they prove to be an ass, not so much. In this case, Megha seemed to find me strong and sexy.

I tried to speak, but instead it came out as a thought. This is weird.

“You’ll get used to it,” Mizoa said, then motioned to the door. “Megha, go ahead. I’ll stay here to keep a watch on him. If the situation gets too bad here, I should be able to notify the two of you through him.”

“Understood,” Megha replied, and stood. Being in her body, feeling the way she walked, a shorter gait, wider hips, breasts but nothing dangling between the legs… was weird. She made her way up to the roof, where I was able to see the others through her eyes, watched as she said farewell, and then called the creature she had flown on last. Translucent, with those rainbow light patterns.

We were off. What I didn’t anticipate, however, was the way I could travel through her thoughts as she went. On one hand, I could simply enjoy the ride, looking out through her eyes and seeing D.C. float by beneath as she rode her strange see-through creature. On the other, it was like there were mental passages and doorways I could explore.

As she flew, I wandered down one and entered to find a fantasy of her walking into a room to see me lying there, legs spread, balls and hard cock—much larger than I was pretty sure I was packing—ready for her. But, not only that. This other version of me was surrounded by jars of various colors. She approached other me, mind reeling with excitement and craving for that hard cock, her longing to feel my fingers caressing her, my lips pressed to her neck, moving up, nibbling at her ears.

Kneeling at my side, she took red with one finger, tracing a line from my chest to my belly button. Then came more red lines, followed by blue, and she knelt, licking it off of me. Something edible, and apparently delicious, because she kept going. More colors, more licking. Oddly, in this scenario I was in her psyche, so I felt her sensations instead of mine. In a way, it was like being pleasured while watching a video of someone pleasuring me. Only, I was in the first person point of view, which made it exceptionally weird when her fingers felt the silky smooth skin of the tip of my cock, rubbing purple onto it, or when her tongue licked a line through that purple. I could honestly say that, at that moment, I don’t think I had ever felt anything weirder. Since then, sure, plenty, but never before that. Her mouth then took that cock fully into her mouth and throat.

I could feel all of this as the real her imagined it. Could feel even the sensation of the warmth between her legs, a slight dampness.

Moist.

The word entered my head as a mocking jest, and I realized she had thrown it out there. Maybe she was one of those types who found the word obnoxious, or maybe she thought it turned me on and was thinking it on purpose to tease me. Suddenly, she had the colors and was scratching them into me as she started riding my cock, and I squirmed at the sight of other me.

You want this? I mentally asked. You’re kinkier than I realized!

Just a test to see if you’re looking around in my mind, Megha replied. Try this one.

In a flash, she had other me pinned against the wall, held there with clawed hands that emerged as if they were part of the wood. Good thing that wasn’t the real me, because those claws were literally ripping into my flesh while she was still there, one wall hand holding up her leg to help