The Jackal Unshackled
#35 of Robbin Red
Ok folks. This is the long awaited continuation of the Robbin Red series, with our friend Jon-Tom Merriweather, the Spellsinger. If you'll recall, he got thrown through time back to ancient Egypt, where we find our hero befuddled and bemused.
Jon-Tom, now firmly entrenched in
his role as Anubis, realized that he had created two solar collectors while
preparing to assist with the fortification of the wall at the Greendowns. If
his magic allowed those items to self charge, then why couldn't he pull that power
from them as he needed? The answer was that he could. So that solved one
problem.
He got thinking of Excalibur. He
had put his power into it, only at that time his power was limited. Now it
wasn't; not in the same way. If he could collect enough power, he might find a
way for them to go back home. But if he did go, what would become of the girl?
She was too young by his standards.
True, he was bringing this up only because he was back on his home planet. But
in a day and age when most of the population didn't live nearly as long as they
did in his day, her age was moot. She was old enough to be fertile and she was
from the royal lineage. Marriages had occurred at more tender years than hers.
So did he, as a god, marry her and
give her a high rank in her own lands, or would he take her with him back to
the other? He smiled knowingly. Sybeele would have a fit. Still, he knew he had
to allow his conscience to be his guide. Until he actually found a way home,
any conjecture along this line was pointless.
Lanana would have proved a fine
partner for the duration here, but now, yet again, he was entangled in the
affairs of someone he should never have even met. He rubbed his head for the
pain his thoughts were giving him. Here he was again, thrown into the past,
living in an age thousands of years before his own birth.
The worst part was, he found
himself sorely tempted by the offer. He had gotten a glimpse of that browned
body. She was a perfect model for the lithe figures that he remembered from his
history classes, painted on the walls of tombs. He had noticed how every female
here was slim, with perfect breasts (either visible through their light cotton
covering or openly exposed) and he found himself growing horny.
If all he cared about was sex, then
he had found nirvana. But he knew very well that there was no mention of any
gods coming down to Egypt in physical form. That would have shown up quite
distinctly in the old texts. Whatever he did here had to be within set
parameters or else he would risk creating a paradox. Sybeele's role in the
world had been minor, and only after his involvement with her had he found how
that role had changed. He would never know if what had happened had created a
change in the time line or was an integral part of it.
As a god, he found he liked it
here. This was a busy place, a lot busier than he would ever imagined from
reading about it in books and seeing photos of the ruins. There was something
going on everywhere he looked, even outside the city. It was days before he was
be able to visit this building site. The king was quite pleased with it, though
he had to admit that he had bitten off more than he could chew. It was a
construction project of immense proportions.
So for now, the major dilemma was
the matter of the marriage. He would take some time to think on it. And while
she seemed to think of the upcoming bedding as a great thing, Jon-Tom was
rather more prosaic about it. He had a lot of commitments still hanging in
place, yet from this perspective, even if the world those commitments were in
was unbelievably far across the cosmos, they were still commitments. He hardly
wanted to tackle another.
After a few weeks of putting things
off, he decided to have a conference with Lanana and Khepri. The latter had
been held content in his forced exile with the feasting he was enjoying in the
mortuary. He sucked the dead bodies dry, leaving a withered husk over bones.
Jon-Tom was glad had had acquiesced to restricting his diet to the deceased, as
with the building project, there were many fatal accidents.
The beetle soon had a following of
adherents, looking to find ways of duplicating his method for, as they saw it,
preserving the bodies. His help had saved them a lot of work in trying to get
them buried before the heat made them putrefy and stink. Being a wizard, he
knew a lot about chemicals, and was soon experimenting with combinations to
give the humans to use after he was gone.
Lanana still had eyes for Jon-Tom,
but had politely bowed out of the way with the introduction of the little human
girl. The ocelot found her to be smart and pretty; for a human. He was of
course presently superior to her in looks with his handsome jackal head. In the
simple skirt of white linen and holding one of the golden staffs, he made quite
the striking figure. Better, she thought, than in his favored black leather pants
and purple cape.
He had dropped those due to the
heat, but he placed them in an ornate wooden chest for safe keeping. Of course,
no one would have the audacity to steal from a god, but still, there was no
point in taking any chances.
She wore something of the same,
reveling in the freedom of having her breasts exposed. Walking down the streets
brought her nothing but stares of wonderment, from men and woman alike. In the
company of him, they were lavished with bows and supplication. She could get
used to this!
But back to the meeting. Jon-Tom
sat down with them for a serious discussion. "I'd like to think that our
presence here was pre-ordained. So far, nothing we have done will have any
negative effect on history, leastwise as I know it. A lot of information from
times like this gets lost or damaged. Therefore, while there may be mention of
us in some papyrus or another, the likelihood of them surviving to my day is
slim. Certainly, I've never heard of anything like this coming to light. "
Khepri, being well fed, was amiable
to the point of being complacent. "I wish to go home human, though I do not
care how that happens. I would be a liar to say I care what happens to your
world, but I have found myself developing a strange liking for your kind. On my
world, any warmlander would kill me before speaking to me, whereas these humans
treat me as if I were a god."
"To them, we are gods." It was
Lanana. "Even I, who have little power of my own, can feel it in their minds as
I walk among them. It wouldn't matter if we had no power whatsoever; they would
do our every bidding. We could rule them without a fight."
Jon-Tom was getting worried. While
the ocelot was good at heart, the thought of having such power had corrupted
better folks than her. "We could. We will not. We must find some way of getting
home."
Khepri shrugged, as much as a
beetle could move its shoulders. "I'm in no rush. I find it entertaining to
give simple chemistry lessons to these beings. Food is plentiful, and I have
not felt so free of worry since I was a grub. Do not misunderstand me; I wish
to go home, but I am content to stay here until you figure out a way of getting
us back."
"Me get us back? It's not that
simple. It was a combination of your spell and the temporal tear I seem to be
part of that has stranded us here."
"You have been through time
before?"
Jon-Tom sighed. This would take a
lot of explaining. He was almost tempted to do a mind-to-mind transfer of the
information, but thought the better of it. Who knows what else might download
into the beetle's head that might cause problems later one.
"I have been sent back in time
three times. Two of those brought me back to my own world. The travel was
supposed to have been only to your time from mine, but the first try threw me
back to the right time, only to my world. The second was in dealing with
another wizard. Again, I went back to my own world. This is the third, and the
farthest stretch of time yet."
"So how did you get back before?"
"By the power of a real goddess."
The beetle made little noises that
meant he was unhappy with that thought. "If what you say is true, then how will
she find us? How did she find you before?"
"By luck mostly, I think. Since she
has no idea I snuck away, nor that I was involved in a battle on the
Greendowns, nor what my form was when all this happened, it may be a good long while
before we're rescued."
Kehpri sighed, a strange sound as
it came from his spiracles. "Then we are doomed to stay here until we die. I
would think, oh master of time and magic, that our presence here would disrupt
your history a great deal."
"Yes, yes it would."
"Then I cannot believe I am saying
this, but perhaps you should transform myself and this other creature to being
human."
"Your idea has merit, but at the
moment, everyone here accepts us as we are. I think leaving our forms alone is
the best bet. I have a weak plan for dealing with this contingency, but it's a
little soon to be worrying about it. And speaking of power, how is yours
holding out?"
The beetle was non-committal. "I do
not use it. so I do not really know. And yours?"
Jon-Tom held up the wands. "I came
equipped with batteries."
The term meant nothing to the
beetle. Batteries weren't something he knew of, though a quick explanation of
the chemistry involved intrigued him. "Hmmm. I might be able to come up with a
weak substitute here with the technology they have. A clay shell, a stick of
carbon, some copper and some vinegar might do the trick."
Jon-Tom nodded and let him head
back of to his underground lair. Whatever batteries he might devise would have
nothing compared to the charge his magically created ones could produce. Of
course, they had a different intended purpose when they were created, which couldn't
possibly have any use here.
Lanana came up to him, her eyes
half lidded, and sat on his lap. "So Jon-Tom, what have you decided about the
girl?"
He sighed. "Nothing. I don't feel
it's right to drag here away from here, nor do I think it's right to marry her
and stay. I have no idea what adding my sperm to the gene pool would do. I
would think it would have some sort of backlash."
She purred in his ear. "Good. While
you decide, you can tend to the needs of your fellow goddess."
He chuckled and pulled her in for a
kiss. "Only because we're away from home will I allow to you still seduce me.
My wives are presently spread across time and space, so not likely to voice and
dissent."
She bit him playfully on the ear.
"Wives? They are lucky females, these wives of yours. How many do you think
still lay claim to you?"
He made a face. "All of them. To
them, it may end up being like I was gone no time at all. I have to make sure I
don't ever forget them, or I'm sure there will be hell to pay."
"Hmmmm. You're an interesting male.
Of course, I knew that a while ago, but you have led an incredible life. I can
see why you catch so many eyes. It has nothing to do with your human looks,
which are less than adequate." She paused to let her jibe sink in. "It has
everything to do with your nature. You are a good man Jon-Tom."
"Thanks. I don't always feel it,
but I try to do my best."
"Your best suits me just fine. Now,
shall you show me how good you can be, or do I need to beg?"
He stood and took her paw. "No need
to beg. I've a need or two myself that's requires attention. Your quarters?"
She smiled. "I believe that will be
fine. You haven't even seen them yet, have you?"
In truth, he had been staying away
until he got his mind straight. It wasn't straight by any means, but he was
feeling better about the possible outcomes. "No I haven't. It's high time you
show me how they have been treating their little kitty goddess."
She made a half joking meow and
fell in step. The guards along the way did everything in their power to ignore
the couple, but with her flipping her tail along their crotches, they couldn't
help but look.
Inside her room, it was the wonder
of the ages. The king had provided her with everything he thought she needed, right
down to her own group of servants. Jon-Tom had dismissed the idea for any for
himself. The little ocelot was getting the royal treatment while it lasted. The
fact was, she was hardly the needy type, and often sat in engaged conversation
with her waiting ladies. Once they got over the awe of her presence, they fell
into comfortable chatter with her, filling her in on palace details and daily
life outside of the palace.
He figured she would send them away
once they entered, but she glanced at him with a sly smile. "Let them stay.
Show them how gods make love!"
She dropped her skirt to the floor,
where a young girl dashed forward to grab it. He was hardly shy, though nothing
close to being an exhibitionist. Really, what harm could it do? He dropped his
garment and proceeded to fully impress the staff by enlarging his cock to a
size unseen in these parts. The ocelot giggled, knowing full well that he was
just showing off. He was a "god" after all, and from what she had gathered, he
had used this method to deter too much attention in that area a few times in
the past. Looking at it was one thing, but not a single one of these female
wanted to tackle something that now belonged on a horse.
She whispered to him. "Have your
fun. But if you try sticking that in me I'll claw your eyes out, god or no
god!"
He tried to look serious. "A lot of
good that would do you. I would heal right back up again."
She let an audible sigh escape her
lips. "There is nothing I can hold over you, is there?"
"No, not really. As if I would
force myself on you anyway. I thought we would impress the staff by making it
look like you could handle something that enormous. I'll just reduce it as I
push in."
She giggled. "You're a bad boy,
Jon-Tom. But I like the way you think."
She had a wonderfully carved bed, not
the type you might think of in modern terms, but the nicest thing this land had
to offer. It was a linen bag filled with the feathers of hundreds of geese, set
on top of cypress planks, supported by a carved and gilt frame.
The two looked as regal as two gods
could look. And sure enough, the Egyptian women and girls were murmuring
amongst themselves. Apparently they had never considered the sexual aspects of
their god Anubis before. In the old times that was the purpose of the great god
Min.
Lanana lay back on the bed and gave
him her best come hither look. She was stripped naked except for a gold collar,
giving her a most fetching Egyptian goddess look. He was still in his partially
human, partially jackal form. He had on nothing, and would have made an excellent
model for the stone masons when depicting their great god.
He climbed onto the bed with her,
willing it to hold their combined weight. He had always been tall, but he found
it astonishing how much smaller his ancient human counterparts were. Even the
king was barely over five feet, two inches tall. Jon-Tom, if you will recall,
was over six feet tall.
The boards creaked but held. Lanana
smiled at his trepidation. "I threatened to claw your eyes out and you worry
about the bed breaking?"
"I am trying to be a proper guest
here. I don't want to break their nice things!"
"I think that if you did, they
would display it in the public square and say, look! The gods broke this bed!"
She stifled a grin.
"You might be right, Shall we see
if that's the case?"
"Definitely!"
She spread her legs wide and
gripped the sheets. His cock was hard and ready, and still the size of a
horses. He pressed it against her and pushed, at the same time reducing its
size so that she could handle it. To the human servants surrounding the couple,
it looked like she was taking a third her body length in cock. In truth, he was
fitting inside perfectly. Of course, just to be funny, he made sure it was a
nice, tight fit.
She gave him a look that spoke
volumes. Still, she added a few words. "Don't get carried away my wonderful
human. I might like to try out a local or two, and I know they aren't as well
equipped as you are!"
He raised his eyebrows but said
nothing. After all, she was free to do as she pleased. He did wonder, however,
who she might have set her eyes upon. He had been too busy with his own
problems to see what else was going on.
She was as divine as any goddess,
and as sensual a partner in ways he knew had no equal on this world right now.
Hesmetep was a nice girl, cute and well endowed for her age, but he wasn't sure
he wanted to partake of fruit from that tree. Sybeele had been a youngster when
he had first taken her virginity, and he wasn't sure that this little brown
skinned beauty should meet the same fate. It hardly mattered if it was
something she wanted or not.
He might not have a choice, but he
was going to prolong it as long as he could. Besides, his needs were easily
filled by his friend Lanana. He did his best to push the one out of his head,
as he pushed his head into the other.
She was a wonderful creature, this
little ocelot. He wondered if their chance encounter had a deeper meaning, or
if this had already happened in his timeline, thus providing a basis for the
area's religious beliefs. It was so hard to tell.
She read his mind and hushed him. "What
will be will be, and what has happened, has happened. I believe that you over
think things. Enjoy yourself. If the girl wants you, let her have you. Would you
deny your newest wife the joys of your company?"
"Yes I would, if I thought it would
be the better choice."
She shut him up by kissing him. "Fine.
Whatever human. I hope you have no such qualms about me. I want what you've got
and I want it now, without talk and without thought!"
He sighed and complied. There were
times when he nearly strangled his mind with all of the thinking he did. He
concentrated on what he was doing, and to alleviate some of the bother caused
by his mental processes, pushed a little of his power to please into her,
making her gasp.
"No cheating!" she said
reluctantly. "I want you to work at it!"
He took her admonishment to heart. He
was already deep inside her, large enough in circumference to stretch her delicate
tissues to their max. He pulled out, mentally elongating as he did to impress
the locals. A few made gestures of protection, and a few others instinctively
put their hands to their crotches. One of the girls fainted dead away.
Lanana clawed at the covers, her
neck arched back, her ears flat against her head. He smiled and pushed back in
until the added length was halted in its progress. Now he had a good four or
five inches sticking out. He made a note of not pushing it too far and left his
length where it was. It would be good for tickling her cervix. A little flare
to its tip and he was all set.
He pulled back until the newly enlarged
head hit her opening, where it promptly stuck. She opened one eye. "You had
better leave me in one piece! I don't care if you can heal me afterwards."
He leaned down a kissed her nose. "Now
who's thinking too much!"
She bit his nose.
All the while the servants were staring
totally spellbound. It was one thing to watch or participate with another
human, but this was totally off the scale. Many of the females were in complete
awe of both of the gods in their presence. They kept shifting position, trying inconspicuously
to watch the intimate act between their supposed deities. Jon-Tom was purposely
putting on a show for them.
He grabbed her legs and thrust them forward,
not so much for any need for a particular position, but because it allowed the
others in the room a better view. It soon captured their attention and their
imagination as they watched his extraordinarily long cock moving in and out,
sinking impossibly deep. They had no idea it was merely an elaborate trick of
magic, because to them, magic was something new and foreign. To them, it was
the fantastic power of the gods.
He thought that it might have the
side benefit, if such information made it to Hesmetep, to deter her from
tackling him in the future. He was sure the little princess was well acquainted
with the horses in the royal stable. It was impossible not to have seen a horse
cock, and to then imagine such a thing penetrating her most private parts.
Hopefully, it might scare her enough to dissuade her.
The ocelot had no such misgivings.
Then again, they had already been through a lot together. Jon-Tom reveled in
her supple body, and her sinuous form was a delight to take as his own. And
right now, he was in so snugly that with each push and pull, he could feel the
ridge of her pelvic bone pressing against his cock.
Each move made her squeak, and her
sharp nails were tearing at the white linen. Soon, stray white down escaped in
little puffs as he launched into a series of hammering plunges. On occasion he
would pull back, drawing her body down towards the base of the bed before
resuming his normal thrusts. This pulled her down and away from the head board,
allowing him to get a little wilder without giving her a concussion.
Lanana's throat began emitting a
series of sounds, starting with those squeaks, and rising to groans before
hitting something akin to a muffled yell. She hit her vocal stride when her
orgasm hit, sending her into a paroxysm of fits, shaking her body and the bed
they were on like it was in the throes of an earthquake. She clamped down on
the intrusion inside her with demonic force. In the back of her mind, that
little portion that was still working, she hoped he would drop his size to
something more reasonable.
He didn't. Right now, her cunt
walls had contracted until they fit like an undersized condom. He let her
scream off her pleasure for as long as she needed. When she started on the
downside of rapture, he resumed his plowing, sending her through the roof once
more.
"Stop!" She cried, vainly clawing
at him. "I can't take it anymore!"
He leaned down and whispered to
her. "Really? You keep carrying on like this and you're going to scare the natives!!"
He grabbed the headboard and used
his arms as well as his legs in working her over. The servants were biting
their knuckles, or cowering behinds curtains as he continued to drive into her
body. She had said no cheating, but he pushed in a little extra boost into her
body, sending pins and needles throughout her nervous system. It was enough to temporarily
silence her cries.
He felt that familiar rise in his
body, the one that foretold of the flood soon to burst its banks. With a small
female like the ocelot, he might have held part of it back, but since he wanted
to make an impression, he let it loose in full. Lanana's belly soon bulged from
the load he delivered, and when he finally pulled out of her, his cum spilled
out in a wave and soaked the bed.
He leaned down and kissed her
soundly before rising and standing. He smiled at a few of the ladies in the room,
each who fled to the farthest corners. He felt satisfied in more ways than one,
not the least being that he was likely to be left alone from now on. If only
Hesmetep would get the idea and forego her claim to him as a bedmate.
He doubted she would, but a man
could hope. At this point, all he really wanted to do was go home. It wasn't
that he didn't enjoy his time living in his own history; it was just that, amazingly,
he found that to him, home was his adopted world, not this one. And he missed
it more than he ever thought he could do.