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VIP: The Blue Dragon: Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2024-06-08 15:00:08 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 21: High-speed Rail --
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The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the bare breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her pajama-clad ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.
My nostrils wrinkled at the rough, almost scratchy texture of her hair. I’d been expecting silky locks, not a nearly shaven fade. The breast in my palm was also… well… not small… but not very large either, although the nipple was quite pleasantly plump between my fingers.
I belatedly became consciously aware of these observations as my rational brain slowly booted up. Two plus two equals four and nine times five equals forty-five and holy shit this isn’t Ziyi I’m holding and it’s not Hannah either!
Rae suddenly jerked awake with a gasp, immediately grabbing my wrist and yanking my hand down and out of her sleep shirt before twisting around within my arms at hyper speed and instantly starting to generate a crackling electric fireball in her right hand while grabbing my neck with her left hand and glaring at me with fiercely murderous intent in her glinting blue eyes.
“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” I gasped plaintively, not trying to fight back in the slightest while raising both hands in the air, keenly recalling the sight of Rae casually swinging the decapitated head of a Carabinieri last night. “Please don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!”
“Wha--?” Hannah asked sleepily from the other side of me.
“FUCK, Aksel! When the hell did you end up in the middle of the bed!” Rae exclaimed hotly, releasing my neck and letting her electric fireball melt away.
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed in honest confusion. There was only the one queen bed in this middle-tier hotel room, and I distinctly recalled falling asleep on the far-right side with Rae on the left and Hannah in-between us.
But then I seemed to recall Hannah getting up in the middle of the night, possibly to go pee, and when she returned to bed, she must’ve just crawled in next to me.
I still had my hands up when I started to babble out that explanation, but Rae just waved dismissively and popped up, shaking her head in disgust. The first thing she did after dismounting the bed was grab her phone and start fiddling with it. And meanwhile, a still-sleepy Hannah rolled herself up against my side, parked her chin on my shoulder, and smiled rather dreamily at me while scratching my chest with her fingernails.
“Mmm… morning, Aksel.”
“Morning, Hannah,” I greeted pleasantly. Although that initial wakeup had been somewhat terrifying in an adrenaline-pumping way, it was always really nice to open my eyes and see Hannah’s picture-perfect face so early in the day.
She gave me another sleepy grin before moving in to kiss me. The fashion model’s mouth was super-soft, super-pleasant, and even a little amorous as she slipped her tongue between my lips and let her right hand start roaming down my chest, across my belly, and beneath the waistband of my pajamas.
I inhaled sharply when Hannah’s hand found my morning wood, and she hummed happily into our kiss while stroking my stiff shaft. I felt the great machine of my libido powering up deep inside me, and I reached up to wrap my arm around Hannah’s head, tugging her face towards me while plunging my tongue into her mouth instead. Starting the day off with a bang sounded like a great idea to me, and from the way the horny blonde reacted, she seemed to agree.
But just when we started to take our morning makeout session to the next level, Rae suddenly exclaimed, “Guys! Guys! Stop snogging!”
Dammit!
Hannah pulled her lips off mine and turned to look at Rae. I groaned and likewise sat up to look.
Rae waggled her phone in her hand.
“I’ve made contact with the others!”
****
The three of us all assembled atop the one bed in the hotel room, with me in the middle, Hannah next to me, and Rae kneeling on the edge. The Whatsapp messages on Rae’s iPhone screen were all in Chinese, so neither Hannah nor I had any ability whatsoever to read them. My Liu Kang body back in Imperial China may have granted me a certain amount of familiarity with the local languages and customs, but that familiarity had not transferred back to the modern world with me.
“Well you did say a couple of phrases in Mandarin,” Rae pointed out. “Does wo ai ni ring a bell?”
I blushed and shrugged. “That was a short one, easy to memorize. But I certainly can’t read any of that.” I tapped Rae’s screen.
“This stuff includes various passphrases we use with each other to validate the other’s identity and to make sure we’re not compromised,” Rae explained. “Just to make sure the bad guys aren’t trying to catfish us.”
“Makes sense,” Hannah remarked.
More text rapidly started scrolling in, so Rae held her phone in front of her face, scanned quickly, and translated, “Apologies for not contacting me sooner… Their group got hit by the Carabinieri too… They dumped their phones… Went off the grid… This morning my teacher made contact with the shopkeeper and he gave her my new Whatsapp I.D. number.”
I nodded slowly, none of this information coming as any surprise.
“Asking to confirm I still have ‘the package’. That’s you, Aksel,” Rae continued. “Also asking what is our condition.”
“Well we’re not dead,” I stated flatly.
Rae started tapping quickly, evidently writing a response that included more than just ‘we’re not dead’. Leaning forward, I frowned in confusion watching her type keys with various Chinese characters on them that didn’t necessarily match up to the Chinese characters that ended up on screen. It almost looked like she was building Chinese characters a few paintbrush strokes at a time.
She pressed send, and a few seconds later, more text started scrolling in. Rae glanced up at Hannah, saying quietly, “She’s asking why we have a… well… a ‘plus one’.”
Hannah smirked. “I’m guessing she didn’t use the term ‘plus one’.”
“Well no, but she didn’t use a derogatory word, either,” Rae said while she started typing back. “I had to stop and think of what the English translation would be. Something akin to ‘baggage’.”
I frowned. “Sounds kinda derogatory to me.”
“She’s not trying to be derogatory. Just… efficient. And no offense, Hannah, but as far as they know, you’re not exactly mission critical.”
The blonde hugged herself up against me. “Well if Aksel’s powers are truly dependent on him having sex, I’d say I’m the most mission critical person here! Well, unless you want to start having sex with him.”
“Hard pass,” Rae replied flatly, although she cracked a grin after that.
The three of us all laughed, Hannah slipped her hand into my pants again, and I groaned while she resumed stroking me. But this was a serious moment, and I tugged her hand back out again.
Rae rolled her eyes and finished typing. After she hit send, she looked up at us and said, “I told her that we’re safe and standing by for instructions.”
All of us stared at Rae’s screen expectantly, but no further messages came through the phone right away. There wasn’t even any indicator that the other party was typing. I looked up at Rae with arched eyebrows, and without even looking back at me, she raised her hand and said, “Be patient. She’s probably just formulating a plan.”
“Whatever plan she comes up with needs to include getting Ziyi back,” I said seriously.
Rae pursed her lips and gave me a look that said she would just as soon leave the snake yaoguaui behind, but she relented after a moment and nodded. She resumed typing and said, “I’m giving her the details about Ziyi’s capture and that woman with the electric lasso.”
“‘Electric lasso’?” Hannah queried.
I looked over at her. “I told you about the woman who snatched Ziyi.”
“You didn’t mention an electric lasso,” Hannah said curiously.
“Yeah about that.” I turned to Rae. “You used something similar back when we first captured… well… captured ‘Jade’. You were able to bind her wrists and ankles with glowing cords.”
“I did,” Rae confirmed. “But what that mysterious woman used was far more advanced. I can make short term bonds made out of electricity that mute a shapeshifter’s ability to transform, but nothing on the length or scale of the lasso she used to entrap Ziyi. Did you see the way it made multiple ropes that kept wrapping around and around her?”
I nodded grimly. “She didn’t stand a chance.”
Hannah frowned. “Are you sure there’s no such thing as an electricity elemental?”
“Well not in Chinese Wuxing,” Rae stated plainly before turning to me. “But I’ve told you before that the Chinese aren’t the only ones with supernatural beings. Given where we are and the woman’s Italian accent, I’d bet that whoever captured Jade… Ziyi… I’d bet that she’s actually a demigoddess. Specifically, a demigoddess of Zeus.”
“The Greek God of Sky and Thunder, hence the lightning-slash-electricity powers,” I said.
Hannah pursed her lips. “I thought you said she was Italian, not Greek?”
“The Italian name for Zeus is Jupiter, but he’s the same entity as Zeus,” I pointed out before looking at Rae. “But why would an Italian demigoddess be working with the Cao Wei to recover ancient Chinese relics?”
“No idea, but we’re on their home turf, and there could be more of them working against us,” Rae said grimly.
I made a face. “You mean now we have to deal with the Cao Wei AND Greek/Italian demigods at the same time?”
“Afraid so.”
“Ugghhh…” I groaned, rubbing my head before sitting up straight. “Wait, one more thing: Italian demigod lady demanded that I bring the relics to them. She acted like I should know who they are and where they are. Do you know the answers to those questions?”
“No, I don’t. But I’m asking my teacher if she does,” Rae replied, typing rapidly. A moment later, she sat back on her heels, nodding slowly. “She does know who the woman is, and she’ll tell us more when we meet up.”
“We’re going to meet up?” I asked, feeling a sense of relief at the idea of having more allies. For a month in Imperial China, it had felt like Ziyi and I were on our own, the two of us alone against the Forces of Evil. Even before my time-travel episode, it felt like Rae and I had been all on our own. Then ‘Jade’ joined us, and we’d flown here to Rome to meet the others, and I’d started to feel like the weight of the world wasn’t entirely on my shoulders. But then Rae’s teacher hadn’t shown up for their rendezvous, we’d been attacked at the apartment, Ziyi had been abducted, and I’d once again started to worry that Rae and I would have to figure this stuff out all by ourselves.
Rae nodded. “She’s sending instructions for where and when to go.”
“Thank god…” I sighed, exhaling slowly as I lay back down and set my head on the pillow.
Hannah must have taken that as her cue to pull down my pajama pants and pop my prick into her mouth, which… well… actually it felt really, really good. I’d initially raised a hand to insist that she didn’t need to do that, and that we really should focus on the problems before us. But the feel of the gorgeous blonde’s warm, supple lips rhythmically rising and falling on my shaft were just too good to ignore. So in the end I merely moaned, let my eyelids flutter a bit, and then set my hand down atop her head. And I simply enjoyed the talented fellatrix going to work on my knob while I contemplated the tasks ahead.
Get Ziyi back.
Find the red feather of Zhuque, the Vermilion Bird of the South.
Find the sword of Baihu, the White Tiger of the West (again).
Protect the two relics we currently had. Well, just one: the bamboo slip map. The blue crystal key was currently in the form of Dong, an intangible blue gecko, and I had no idea how anyone could take him away from me even if I wanted them to.
And ultimately, find the Faguang Long and change the world.
Somehow.
Stay alive.
Keep Hannah alive.
Hell, keep Rae alive, although I figured the huli jing shapeshifter with the electric fireballs and magic sword that could decapitate armed soldiers could do just fine at keeping herself alive.
Speaking of magical abilities, I needed to figure out how to recover mine. I’d gotten spoiled in Imperial China, wielding my water elemental powers with ease. Everything had felt so natural, so instinctive. And now that I’d lost them, I felt like I’d gone blind, deaf, and lame.
I’d felt such a sense of accomplishment after stealing the Baihu Sword, stabbing the warlord, and helping Ziyi escape. But now all that was in the distant past - quite literally - and there was so much still to do.
“Ohhh… fffuuuccckkk…” I groaned as Hannah suddenly deep-throated me.
I looked down to see her bright-green eyes glimmering as she stared up at me, keeping her nose buried against my pelvis while enjoying the rapturous expression on my face. It felt so good that I pretty much forgot what I’d been thinking about.
“Oh hell yeah, babe,” I murmured, reaching down to caress her face.
The gorgeous girl’s eyes twinkled and then she slowly pulled back, letting me feel the tight suction of her lips every inch of the way. And when she finally popped off my prickhead with a grin to gasp for air, she giggled cutely and asked, “Do you wanna cum down my throat or cream my pussy?”
“Yes,” I replied with a confident smirk.
Hannah laughed as she ducked back down to once again deep-throat my dick. But after giving me just a few bobs, she pulled up, pulled her borrowed t-shirt up to bare her big boobies to my hungry gaze, and then knee-walked across the bed to straddle me.
I felt the mattress shift of Hannah’s movement to mount me, but the mattress also shifted from Rae getting off the bed at the same time. I was a little busy ogling Hannah’s spectacular naked form as she guided my rock-hard erection into position and then slowly sank her steaming snatch down around my upright shaft. I groaned at the sight of the initial penetration and then raised my gaze up her taught belly, firm titties, and up to her perfect face. But once she had settled herself completely in my lap, I did look over at Rae.
The blue-haired girl had “gotten dressed” in clothes suitable to go out into the city and was already headed for the hotel room door. Hannah had placed her hands on my chest to start rhythmically riding me, and when the luscious dirty-blonde moaned, “Oh, Aaaksel…”, Rae glanced back at us.
She looked hurt.
Not physically damaged, but emotionally… hurt. Her lips were drawn downwards in a pout of disappointment. Her eyes were flinty. And maybe even a little moist.
But it was just for a moment, so fleeting that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t imagined it. Rae turned her gaze from Hannah’s undulating back and over to me. And as soon as she realized I was looking at her, she stood up straight and explained, “I’ll be back in an hour. Be packed up and ready to go. We’ll need to catch a train.”
I nodded, and Hannah glanced back at Rae over her shoulder with a giggle, saying brightly, “Sounds good! Aksel and I will be just fine right here!”
Rae rolled her eyes and immediately left, slamming the door behind her.
****
I did both cum down Hannah’s throat and cream her pussy, although not in that order. After that, I managed to create new crystal ice sculptures for her, including a delicate six-inch-tall unicorn that she found absolutely fascinating. But I still couldn’t make ice daggers, a sword, or anything else that would be particularly useful in a fight.
Well that unicorn did have a pointy tip. If you threw it hard enough you just might be able to--
‘Shut up, Dong.’
We then got packed up and ready to go, and when Rae returned to the hotel room, she brought Hannah a bunch of new clothes to wear and the kinds of basic feminine essentials that any girl would need, including makeup.
“You’re so thoughtful! Thank you! I love it! And everything’s in my size!” Hannah exclaimed happily while pulling Rae into a fierce hug and a friendly kiss on the lips.
Rae blushed and seemed much happier after that. Then it was time for us to go.
Staring out the window at the Italian countryside rushing past at three hundred kilometers an hour, I took a deep breath and tried to relax while sinking into my plush leather seat, mentally reassuring myself that the bad guys had no idea where we were and that Hannah, Rae, and I were perfectly safe for now.
You mean the way you thought you were perfectly safe in Hannah and Madi’s apartment before the Carabinieri busted in? And speaking of the cops, who knows what kind of Italian Homeland Security is trying to track you right now with “shoot first” orders? Is public transit really the best option versus keeping a low profile? Would a rental car have maybe been a better--
‘Dude, I’m trying to relax.’
Fine. Fine. Close your eyes and remain in blissful ignorance of the danger you’re currently in.
‘Thank you.’
So I did close my eyes. I did try to relax. And to be perfectly honest, doing so was easier than I thought given how supremely… comfortable… this train ride really was.
With plenty of space, legroom, and food, this was my most luxuriously posh train ride ever. The Executive Class car of a Trenitalia Frecciarossa high-speed train only had ten seats in the entire cabin. And after experiencing more than a month of “rustic living” in tenth-century China, this kind of climate-controlled luxury utilizing modern technology to cover vast distances at high speed felt… well… quite luxurious.
The ten Executive Class seats were able to rotate in any direction so that the three of us could face each other if we so chose. Rae, of course, turned her seat to face away from us while she fiddled with her phone. I knew she was most likely planning or researching or doing whatever it was she felt she needed to do in order to best ensure the success of our mission to recover the Faguang Long. But a part of me did wonder if she was merely playing mobile games to pass the time.
Hannah, meanwhile, had reclined her chair and then fallen asleep, even though it was only nine in the morning. For one thing, she must’ve been pretty worn out after last night’s multi-hour sex marathon (plus this morning’s sex marathon). She was only human, after all. But even besides that, I remembered her once telling me that she had a knack for falling asleep on any mode of transportation: airplane, train, even a bus. It was quite a useful skill for a fashion model who was always on the go.
So that left me alone with my thoughts for a few hours, and by “alone with my thoughts” I mean “alone with nobody but Dong for company”. And after being fairly quiet ever since we’d returned to the modern world last night, he now had plenty to say.
// Everything is awesome! Everything is cool when you’re part of a team! Everything is awesome! When you’re living out a dream!
‘Dude, I’m trying to rest.’
// Everything is better when we stick together… Side by side, you and I are gonna win forever - let’s party forever!
‘Dong…’
// We’re the same, I’m like you, you’re like me, we are working in harmony!
‘DONG!’
// Have you heard the news? Everyone’s talking. Life is good ’cause everything’s awesome.
‘Life is NOT good.’
// Lost my job, there’s a new opportunity. More free time for my awesome community.
‘Oh. My. God. Where the fuck is your off switch?!?’
He finally stopped singing. But that didn’t mean he shut up.
Bruhhh. Buddy. Big dude. C’mon, lighten up! Everything’s awesome, right?
‘Everything most certainly is NOT awesome.’
You saved the day. Protected your girl. Recovered the sword. Killed the bad guy.
‘Wait, did I kill the bad guy?’
Which bad guy?
‘Which bad… For fuck’s sake. The warlord.’
Zhu Wen? Oh yeah. Knife straight to heart is quite the effective way of murdering someone. Good job on that.
‘Wow. I wasn’t sure.’
Like I said: everything is awesome. You did your job back in Imperial China. I told you that you were always meant to complete your task and set in motion the events that would later shape the future. Yes, you had to sacrifice yourself and not directly recover the sword, but you still fulfilled your destiny. You’re a hero, bro.
‘Would you mind telling Rae that? You could’ve saved me a big headache last night when she wanted to insist it was all just a dream. Why didn’t you back me up? Whatever happened to ‘everything is better when we stick together’, huh?’
Well for one thing, you two were with Hannah. I told you that only supernaturals can see me.
‘So?’
Hannah was already trying to process everything else she had witnessed during a pretty traumatic night. The last thing she needed was to witness you and Rae conversing with an intangible entity she was incapable of perceiving.
‘That would’ve been like the fifteenth weirdest thing that Hannah had to digest in the moment, but okay, whatever, fine. But will you at least tell Rae that I really did travel back in time and that I really did have superhero powers the next time she and I are alone?’
Nah.
‘Nah?’
Nah.
‘Some wingman you’re turning out to be.’
Does it really matter? Maybe she’s right. Maybe it WAS just a dream.
‘What are you talking about? That was NOT just a dream. It was real.’
Was it? I mean, are you sure?
‘Of course I’m sure.’
How? How could you tell the difference between a dream and reality? Doesn’t it make more logical sense that you passed out, imagined you had all these crazy water elemental superpowers, and then woke up being the same old limited you?
‘Wait, are you saying it WAS just a dream?’
I’m saying it doesn’t make a difference. Real or dream, what you experienced is what you experienced. Real or dream, what you remember is what you remember.
‘Is this some Ancient Chinese Lao Tzu Confucian metaphysical philosophy on the nature of existence and the perception of reality?’
Do you WANT to have a long, drawn-out discussion pondering Ancient Chinese philosophy and metaphysics?
‘Well… not really.’
Me neither. All I’m trying to say is that you’re focusing on the wrong things. What’s important now is taking the necessary steps to get Ziyi back, to find the next two relics, and to complete your quest. Getting hung up about whether or not you can prove to Rae or to anyone else that you really did time travel is a waste of time and effort.
‘Okay, okay. I get it. I need to focus on what’s really important now.’
Fucking Hannah as often as humanly possible. Hey, if you fuck on an airplane, they call it ‘The Mile High Club’. What’s the equivalent for fucking on a train?
‘I’m not fucking Hannah on this train.’
Why not?
‘Because there’s five other people in this train with us! Plus an attendant!’
The attendant chick is pretty hot. Great rack on that one. No wonder they have her serving the Executive Class.
‘No, Dong. No. I’m not that kind of exhibitionist.’
You worried about other people seeing you? Who cares? Not like you’re gonna see any of them ever again.
‘Weren’t you just warning me five minutes ago that I should keep a low profile because Italian Homeland Security might be tracking me with “shoot first” orders?’
Yes, but big boobies trump mortal danger.
‘No. Just… NO. I’m not fucking anybody in the middle of a fucking train car cabin.’
What if you take her into the conference room?
‘What conference room?’
You didn’t notice? The Executive Class Car has a conference room in the back.
‘Wait, really?’ I swiveled my seat around to look, and sure enough, there was a small conference room in the back with frosted glass walls.
Go check it out.
‘I don’t need to go ch--. Well… Okay now I’m just curious.’ Getting up from my seat, I walked to the back of the train car and opened the conference room door. Inside there were five swiveling chairs, and a very thin table with folding panels that could be dropped or raised to either create more surface area or create more room. It was a very cramped space, but still: it was a conference room on a train. Pretty cool.
There’s also a private lavatory, just like an airplane, but the conference room would probably be much more comfortable for fucking.
‘I… Uhhh…’
You’re considering it now, aren’t you?
‘No I’m not.’
Sure you aren’t.
‘I’m not. Hannah’s asleep, anyways. She needs her rest.’
I didn’t mean Hannah.
“Buongiorno signore,” a smoky voice greeted from right behind me. “Mi piacerebbe aiutarti con tutto ciò che desideri.”
“Oh! Uh. Hi… Uhhh… Am I not supposed to be in here?” I greeted somewhat lamely in surprise as I turned around to find that the Trenitalia attendant was standing in the open door of the conference room.
Real smooth, Casanova.
But if the beautiful young woman with dark eyes, tanned skin, luscious lips, and dyed-blonde hair was put off by my apparent lack of game, she didn’t show it.
“American?” she inquired with a beaming smile, standing erect and thrusting her chest forward. Dong was right: she really did have a great rack. And she was putting it on full display right now having unfastened the top two buttons, right next to the name tag above her right breast that read ‘Camila’.
“Yes, American,” I confirmed as I stood up straight with a charming smile and the wolfish demeanor of a man who knows he’s about to get laid.
“I love Americans…” she intoned breathily while stepping into the conference room with me.
And then she closed the door behind her.
// Everything is awesooommmeee!!!
****
“Così gustoso. Grazie mille,” Camila murmured while licking her lips. With a very long manicured fingernail, she then scraped a glob of jizz that had leaked down her chin and popped it into her mouth to join the rest of my cum that I had just finished pouring down her gullet.
“Ohhh, thank you,” I replied with a grin, still feeling flush with sex-energy and feeling quite happy after blowing such a massive load into her mouth.
“È stato un piacere,” she giggled while getting up from her kneeling position on the floor. Then she had to shuffle around a bit in the cramped space to fix the skirt that I’d bunched up around her waist while banging her from behind over the tiny conference table. Then she had to refasten the buttons of her blouse that I’d undone in order to get my meaty paws onto her big Double-D tits.
In fact, just watching her try to stuff her tits back into her bra kept my dick rock hard, and I was sorely tempted to bend her back over the conference table again.
So do it. Why not? We’ve got two more hours to go before we get to Venice.
‘What if the other passengers need her? Shouldn’t she be starting the meal service by now?’
Worry about that shit later. You’ve got a busty blonde staring at your dick. Use it!
‘The other passengers are gonna get pissed. There’s no way they can’t tell what’s going on in here. The frosted glass has transparent stripes in it and the walls are super thin. Train noises are pretty loud, but not THAT loud. Everyone can hear her screaming.’
What’s done is done. Can’t do anything to change the past. So might as well enjoy yourself. Camila certainly seems up for another round.
Indeed, the busty blonde was eyeing my massive erection quite curiously. Like most girls, she must’ve expected my dick to deflate after busting my nut. And the fact that it still seemed as thick and throbbing as ever had her fantasizing about Round Two.
C’mon, bro. Busty blonde wants some more big dick.
‘Well… fine.’
Reaching out, I drew Camila back into my arms, bunched up her skirt around her waist again, and hoisted her into the air with my super-strength while I sat down atop the conference table. She squealed when I lifted into the air and then gasped when I slowly - verrry slowly - began lowering her down atop my dick.
“Sei così forte!” Camila exclaimed in amazement when I held her up in midair without the slightest tremble, working to get her vagina lined up with my cock purely on feel.
I winked at her in lieu of a verbal response and went back to capturing her cunt like a spacecraft docking maneuver, and I knew I hit the jackpot not only when I felt her warm, wet, welcoming snatch start to surround my mushroom head, but also by the way she fluttered her eyelids and moaned in rapturous delight.
// You know what’s awesome? Everything!
****
“Hnnngggghhhh!” I grunted, pushing my pelvis all the way forward to burrow every last inch of my big dick down the busty blonde’s throat. In her upside-down position splayed out across the conference room table with her head dangling over the edge, I could literally see the way my cockhead dented out her neck from the inside. And I gripped her big boobies for handholds to really drive myself forward until my balls were draped right on her face.
Camila held her breath, but she was calm enough to maintain the position, allowing me to gently place my hand over her neck to feel the way her neck bulged. When she started to tense up and choke, I swiftly withdrew to allow her to cough and breathe.
And then I pushed in again.
And again.
And again.
“Ohhh, fuck,” I groaned, feeling flush with pleasure. Once, it felt so good that I was a little late in pulling back, so she had to reach up and grab my legs, and I was much better about pulling out in time after that.
So warm.
So tight.
So good.
I wondered how the rest of the Executive Class cabin would react when she and I finally emerged. Would they stare in shock and awe at the American traveler and the busty blonde cabin attendant who had spent the better part of an hour fucking in the conference room? Would they glare at us with bitter disgust? Would one of the stuffy businessmen complain that I’d interrupted their very expensive first-class train experience?
I didn’t know, and for the moment I didn’t really care. All I really cared about was busting my nut, which was going to happen very, very soon.
“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!” I grunted as I sped up my skullfucking. Camila took each thrust like a champ, repeatedly accepting my thick phallus that stretched her throat to its limits. She was drooling and gagging a bit, but still so eager to please. And when I thrust forward one final time to empty my balls into her belly, she merely grabbed my ass and held on tight.
“UUUUHHHHNNnngggghhhh…” I groaned as I spewed wave after wave of salty spending straight into her stomach. Camila audibly tried to swallow, even though she was unable to with my massive meat still blocking her esophagus.
“Uunngghh… Uunngghh… Uunngghh…” I repeatedly groaned, spilling the rest of my seed while still squeezing her tits. She gamely took it all, every last drop. Only then did I finally back all the way out, although a long, sticky string of spunk remained loosely tethered between my cockhead and her mouth.
Camila panted for breath with her eyelids fluttering. She didn’t resist when I took hold of my shaft and wiped that string of spunk against her lips. Actually, she sealed her mouth around my meat one last time as if getting a final taste. And then I took a step back to admire her upside-down, half-naked form.
“Grazie…” she thanked me. “Grazie mille.”
I grinned. “It was my pleasure.”
“And mine…” she sighed, rolling over onto her belly and sliding back to support herself on the tabletop. Folding her arms, she set her cheek down on them to catch her breath.
Only then did she seem to realize what we’d done.
“Mannaggia la miseria!” she exclaimed, suddenly popping up and sliding off the table. She hastily started rearranging her skirt and blouse, futilely trying to wipe off the cum stains on her lapel with her fingers, and generally panicking about how to make herself presentable to the passengers outside, all while babbling so fast in Italian that I couldn’t dream of keeping up. “Balbettare così velocemente in italiano che non potrei sognarmi di tenere il passo!”
I felt bad. After all, it was my fault that she’d been derelict in her duties. Under the influence of The Ax Effect, she couldn’t reasonably be held accountable for her decision-making; that was all on me and my rampant libido. But I had no way of explaining that to her, other than to apologize and say, “My fault. This was all my fault. I’m sorry.” And she brushed aside my concerns before yanking open the conference door and rushing outside…
… only to immediately come to a screeching halt.
“Buongiorno signorina. Mi piacerebbe aiutarti con tutto ciò che desideria,” a beautiful young woman with dark eyes, tanned skin, luscious lips, and dyed-blonde hair greeted pleasantly in a smoky voice. She was dressed in a Trenitalia cabin attendant’s uniform with all the blouse buttons fastened and the name tag ‘Camila’ above her right breast.
This blonde looked to be as fresh as a daisy, with every strand of hair in place and none of the disheveled, just-been-fucked-every-which-way look that my Camila currently presented. Plus, this blonde wore a pleasant, confident smile that was in stark contrast to the expression of horrified astonishment that my Camila wore.
That’s when my Camila started to scream.
But the sound was barely out of her mouth before the other blonde clapped her left hand over Camila’s mouth and then raised her right hand fingers-up in front of Camila’s face. The woman rapidly curled her fingers in sequence, starting with the pinky, to close her fist, and just like that, Camila passed out. Her eyes closed. Her legs buckled. And I needed almost superhuman reflexes to abruptly catch her in time before she hit the deck.
Thankfully, I did catch Camila in time before she hit the deck, and with my extra boost in sex-energy, I hoisted her into a bridal carry in my arms. Only then was I able to take the time to look around, noting that Hannah was still asleep in her seat and that all of the other passengers were going about their business without a single glance in our direction. Most of them even had food and drink in front of them, indicating that somehow the meal and beverage service had continued even though I’d kept their cabin attendant otherwise occupied.
But Rae wasn’t in her seat, and once I realized that the huli jing shapeshifter wasn’t in sight, I frowned at Camila’s doppelgänger standing in front of me. “Rae?” I asked in surprise. “Is that you?”
The blonde in front of me that looked like Camila laughed and then shook her head. “No, I’m not Rae. Although she was certainly right about you. You really do always think with your penis.”
Dong suddenly materialized on my shoulder. “My fault. My fault,” he explained. “I’m the one that talked him into banging her in the conference room. To be fair, I knew you had everything handled out here.”
Now it was the doppelgänger’s turn to take on a look of wide-eyed astonishment. She clapped her left hand over her mouth to stifle a scream while gawking at the little blue gecko on my shoulder. But after just a second or two, she managed to regain her composure and remove her hand while stating to me, “So it’s true. You really ARE the Chosen One of Qinglong.”
I shrugged and gave the woman a casual smile. “That’s me. So may I ask: Who are you?”
Camila’s doppelgänger smiled, although it wasn’t a particularly casual smile. If anything, it was a quite… predatory… smile. She’d seemed servile and eager to please when I’d first emerged from the conference room, adopting the manner of a helpful cabin attendant. But now she was transforming into a woman much more confident, poised, and very much self-assured. And that wasn’t the only thing transforming about her.
Her facial structure shifted. Her irises turned bright blue. Her dyed-blonde hair lightened into more of a platinum-blonde color. Her clothes were changing also, the Trenitalia uniform transitioning into an ultra-tight, ribbed crop-top with three-quarter sleeves and a mock turtleneck collar, along with capri-length cargo pants and fashionable wedge sandals.
Her body shapeshifted as well. Camila’s already big Double-D tits got even bigger and firmer somehow, creating spectacularly round shapes in that white, ribbed crop-top. Her waist narrowed while her hips flared. Her legs thinned to create a wide thigh-gap. She grew a few inches taller. And by the time she was done, she bore a striking resemblance to a certain Canadian internet model I’d been paying a LOT of attention to online over the past year.
“Whoa…” I breathed in astonishment, unable to keep myself from ogling this supremely gorgeous woman up and down.
She favored me with a smile, the kind of smile that invited me to fantasize about ripping her clothes off and ravaging her right here on the floor, all for the low, low price of a monthly subscription to her OnlyFans channel.
“Who ARE you?” I repeated.
“I am Angelika: Rae’s teacher. But you can call me ‘Angel’.”
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Chapter 22 will post on June 12. For anyone who can't wait, Beta Tier will be maintaining a 7-chapter lead from that date on until the story is complete.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Prologue & Chapter 1: The Ax Effect: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99894240
Chapter 2: Santa Monica: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100614606
Chapter 3: The Zellij Fountain: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100887440
Chapter 4: Euhemerism: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140816
Chapter 5: The Fremont Troll: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101373122
Chapter 6: Jade: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101713211
Chapter 7: The Blue Gecko: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101962728
Chapter 8: Yaoguai: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102225122
Chapter 9: Rome: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102437581
Chapter 10: Seeing Sights: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102690886
Chapter 11: Liu Kang: https://www.patreon.com/posts/102919633
Chapter 12: Ziyi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103191800
Chapter 13: Huodou: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103442859
Chapter 14: Longmen: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103699616
Chapter 15: Difficult: https://www.patreon.com/posts/103978317
Chapter 16: Wo Ai Ni: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104212975
Chapter 17: Shu Yaoguai: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104466776
Chapter 18: The Way of water: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104727883
Chapter 19: F-CK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/104949752
Chapter 20: Just A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/105600415
