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

Oh, fuck, oh fuck! A laugh echoed through her thoughts as cum shot out and exploded through her, causing her to fly all over the room in bursts of raw energy and cum.

You… are… fucked… up. My instinct was to pull out of there, to leave while I still could. Going into Megha’s mind was quite possibly more than I was ready for.

Maybe next time you’ll keep your nose out of my business, Megha’s mind-voice conveyed, a hint of humor in her tone.

You have issues.

I watched the city for a minute instead, then felt a nudge from behind. Turning, I saw a door opening, a hand in the darkness motioning me to follow. My first thought was that I wasn’t ready for more raw-energy explosions, but there was something about this path, a welcoming feeling like a tree’s shade on a warm day.

Is this the real you?

No response, just the open door. A glance through her eyes showed us moving approaching an upscale neighborhood, which meant there wasn’t likely much time for this random exploring. On top of that, how often was Megha going to let me in like this? On that note, I realized this was a damn fun spell, so I set my magic to trying to replicate the way Mizoa had done it, to store for later in case any of the other ladies would let me enter them mentally.

Stepping through the door, I blinked at the bright lights.

I was in Avalon! Or, her mind’s version of Avalon, more likely, as I was still clearly seeing it from her point of view. The sky was a pristine turquoise like pictures I had seen of water in Belize, the hills rolling green peppered with shades of pink and yellow, which I assumed were flower patches. At the moment, the land was peaceful.

All alone, I—or maybe I should say, Megha—knelt beside a lake to trace her reflection—blurring the perfect vision of her in the nude. At first, I was confused about why she would be standing out there nude, but then she glanced over and there, on the ground where I hadn’t been able to see her before, lay a beautiful woman with her bare ass to the sky. Having seen A River Runs Through It, my first instinct was to warn her against getting a sunburned ass, but I remembered that not only could I not speak through Megha, especially in a memory, but there was no actual sun in Avalon that I could see, and therefore it might not have been at risk of sunburn.

Instead, I simply watched her as Megha did, the woman’s shoulders rising and falling with the gentle sound of her breath, a cool breeze blowing over us and tussling her hair. The woman moaned, turning enough that the side of her breasts became visible, and again I felt the moist warmth between Megha’s legs as my own.

Then the woman looked up with a pleasant, drowsy smile, and I stared in surprise upon realizing it was Rianne. Mizoa’s mother, the powerful woman who had led the fight that resulted in me leaving with the Liahona and separating Avalon from our world. She was lying there, nude, staring straight at Megha.

“Get back in here, you,” Rianne said, and then she was up and scooting close, reaching for Megha, kissing her.

Megha pulled back, hating that she had to. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“We must.”

“And if we fail? If they see through the plan, have me killed? You can live with that?”

“I… must.” Rianne pulled away, sitting with knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. “As much as I love you, there is a way to this world. One that requires sacrifice from time to time. Let’s hope this isn’t that time, but also be aware that we cannot simply love and fuck all day and expect the forces of evil to simply recede into the shadows.”

“Can’t we?” Megha stood, then ran and leaped—throwing herself into the lake. Water splashed and she stood, arms out and dripping water. “This is our life. Don’t you see? Me and you, here, doing whatever we please!”

“Don’t…” Rianne stood now, moving slowly toward Megha, seductively entering the water and gliding forward. “Don’t tempt me, don’t say things that sound like the enemy.” She took Megha’s hand, thrust it between her legs and let out a bit of a whimper, biting her lower lip. Holding her pussy through Megha’s memory, I wasn’t sure if I should feel guilty or ashamed.

“We will beat this, you and I,” Rianne said, but then pulled Megha’s hand away, kissing it. “But… as to the issue of sacrifice…”

“Say it.”

“We must make them, and for us, our sacrifice is this.”

Megha pulled her hand out of Rianne’s. “Don’t say it.”

“If they sense your feelings for me, they’ll be able to break you. To trace you back to us, to cast spells I won’t be able to counter.”

“Rianne, no…”

Rianne turned to the shore, kneeling to retrieve her clothes. “It’s the only way. I have seen it, and all others end in disaster. But trust me, dear, you will find another. Far in the future.”

“And if I don’t want another?”

“You will.”

With that, the surroundings faded, light descended on us and then transported us into the woods. Megha moved quickly, darting between trees, Drow at her side. Others were there, too, and in the lead, I could make out several orcs. This was a different group than any I’d ever seen before, for sure.

She hesitated at one tree, glancing out to see a Drow I was pretty sure I recognized. Her mind went back and forth with the idea of lashing out right there, to strike dead the Drow, maybe go all-out against the orcs and be ready for a stronger force that approached from the rear.

But instead, she cursed and carried on, knowing she had a larger role to play in all this. Still, I could feel her heart yearning for Rianne.

The darkness