Date: Tue, 08 Mar 2005 09:09:41 -0500
From: Michael Marsh <bghrdpcs@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Guardian: Part 6

As with the previous chapters, the following disclaimers/conditions apply:
This story is a fictitious account. Any relation to any persons, living or
dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains male-to-male sex between
consenting adults. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal in
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Author's Note: For those who have been following this story, I do apologize
for the extended delay in posting the latest chapter. Writer's block can be
a real pip sometimes. I have worked hard on this chapter, and I hope that
you will find it enjoyable. As with all other chapters, feedback is
definitely welcome, be it good, bad, or indifferent. Thanks for reading, and
I hope you enjoy!

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In a blinding flash of fire and light, K'neth re-materialized in the middle
of Na'mor's home. He had followed Na'mor's trail, and knew that Na'mor had
returned to the safety and security of the home that he and Elira had lived
in for the last century. K'neth walked around the living room, a space that
looked like any mortal's living room. There were chairs, loveseats, a large
comfortable couch, several bookcases filled with books, CDs and DVDs, a
piano -- Elira used to play -- and several pictures all around the space of
the erstwhile happy couple.

K'neth walked around the living room, soaking in the comfort and loving
emotions that were remnant throughout. He was picking up lingering memories;
it was almost as if the walls could talk, and they were telling him Na'mor
and Elira's story. Waves of images came flooding over him, pictures of a
near-lifetime of joy and pain. In a flash, K'neth found himself seemingly
displaced in time, watching as an invisible observer as Na'mor and Elira
laughed and joked while they hosted a dinner party for Elira's close
friends. K'neth was then inside another memory, watching absently as Na'mor
confessed his love for Elira for the first time. They decided to join
together then, bonding to each other in mind and spirit, so that they would
always be connected to each other. In the next instant, K'neth could see the
fights and petty arguments they had over the paths they had chosen. Na'mor
was not sure as to whether or not Elira should continue on as a witch;
Elira, in turn, responded angrily that Na'mor should no longer continue
being a guardian. These fights were out of fear and love. The deep love that
each had felt for each other, and the fear that consumed them both that one
day they would no longer be together. These memories tore at the guardian's
heart. He fell to his knees and began to weep.

"Don't you dare weep!! It is your fault she is gone!" A voice thundered from
above. Before the guardian had time to prepare himself, he was flung across
the room by a powerful electric blast. The force of the blast would have
thrown him through the wall, had the walls of the edifice not been
reinforced, making the home near-impregnable.

K'neth felt himself pinned against the wall as a powerful beam of cosmic
energy held him in place, burning him, hurting him. The pain was intense and
he could barely think. He found no escape as his mind was bombarded with
images of pain, loss and anger. He could feel the hatred Na'mor had for him.
There was no mistake in his mind that Na'mor intended to kill him.

"Na'mor, please wait. I --"

"Silence!! I will tolerate no lies from you!!" Na'mor bellowed, increasing
the intensity of the claw-like beam of energy that held the guardian pinned
to the wall. Na'mor was walking toward him slowly, and there was no mercy in
his eyes.

"You... worthless... human!!" Na'mor roared, using the beam to launch K'neth
across the room, crashing him into the bookcases and tables in the living
room. "I knew that it was a mistake to let a... a PERVERSION like you to
ascend to our ranks. Your putrid, worthless kind could never handle the
glory of being an immortal. But the goddess chose you anyway, despite the
objections of HER people, she and her sisters endowed YOU with the gifts!
And look how you waste them! Look at the suffering that has been endured
because you were unworthy!! You disgusting mortal! You shall die for your
incompetence!"

Na'mor began his cosmic assault on the guardian again. He had produced two
balls of fire in each of his hands and was launching them savagely at his
prey. K'neth howled in pain at this onslaught. Na'mor had caught him off
guard and was attacking him with such a ferocity that the guardian couldn't
formulate coherent thought, let alone mount a counterattack. He needed to
get away from here... he needed to reason with Na'mor and tell him the Elira
could still be saved, but they would have to act fast. He knew that Na'mor
was not going to listen to reason.

"There will be a great consequence for this, I know," Na'mor said in a low
voice through clenched teeth. He had his scepter in his hand, and his eyes
began to glow a bright shade of purple. The energy in his hands was being
channeled into the scepter, and the crystal ball atop the scepter began to
glow. "But I shall suffer a thousand persecutions to know that I am rid of
you forever. You allowed my love to be stolen from me, and now I shall steal
your life!!"

A flash of pain struck the guardian. It wasn't the pain from Na'mor's
assault, it was the psychic image he received. Somewhere there was a group
of innocents being... eaten. One of the creatures minions was feeding on a
group of young men, destroying them. Their cries of pain were calling out to
the guardian, piercing his mind.

"Na'mor... please," K'neth whispered weakly. "The mortals... they need my
help--"

"No one needs you!! You are no guardian! You are no savior! You are weak!
You are a failure... and I shall DESTROY you!!"

The guardian raised his hand defensively and produced a shield to block
Na'mor's next attack. The force of the blast from Na'mor's scepter was
pushing the guardian against the reinforced wall, crushing him. All the
while the guardian could hear the suffering men crying out to the universe,
begging for someone to save them. He could feel their pain as they were
dying, and he knew that he was too late to save them when he felt the last
mortal's light go out forever.

The creature had finished feeding. K'neth had failed again.

That was the final straw.

"I... have had... enough!!" K'neth yelled, amplifying the strength of his
psychic shield. K'neth was braced against the wall with his left hand, while
his right hand steadied the force field that was keeping him safe. Pushing
himself off the wall, K'neth waved his left hand and produced an invisible
beam of negative energy, which ate away at the dark magic from Na'mor's
scepter, stopping his attack. K'neth got to his feet and braced himself for
whatever Na'mor was going to do next. Na'mor raised his scepter again,
seeking to increase the power behind his strike and kill the guardian.
K'neth had other ideas.

"Scepter!" K'neth called, and Na'mor's scepter disappeared from his hands
and reappeared in K'neth's hand. In the next instant, the scepter was
consumed in flames and disappeared.

"I shall show you why I am the chosen one. You neither respect me nor fear
me, Na'mor. But when I am through with you... you shall." K'neth lifted off
the the ground, fire burning in his eyes. The clothes he was wearing were
all destroyed when Na'mor attacked him, but that mattered little now. He
stood before Na'mor, naked, fuming.

Na'mor continued to fling balls of energy at K'neth, using all the power
that he could muster in each attack. His attack no longer had any effect.
K'neth knew the limits of Na'mor's power, and was mentally and physically
shielded from any further assault.

When Na'mor saw that his attack was no longer working, he tried to teleport
to the second level to regroup. K'neth had plucked those thoughts from
Na'mor's mind with ease, and knew Na'mor's next move before he made it. In a
flash, Na'mor was gone. In the next instant, he was right back where he
started.

"What? How is this possible?"

"I am stronger than you can possibly imagine. You wanted to face me? You
dared to challenge me? You presumed to attempt to destroy me? Well, then
let's test your mettle. You will not run away from me. I shall not allow
it," K'neth said coldly. K'neth knew in his heart that Na'mor was just
grieving, and he would not harm Na'mor too much, but he was tired. He was
tired of always being doubted, tired of being hated by the other guardians,
tired of always having to prove that he was worthy of the lot for which he
was chosen, tired of making sacrifices in vain, and he was tired of being
challenged. He would end this right here, right now.

Na'mor changed his tactic. Rather than attack with fire and brimstone, he
decided to fight fist to fist. He took a swing at K'neth, hoping to catch
him off balance, but K'neth was still inside Na'mor's mind, knowing Na'mor's
next move before he could think it. He blocked Na'mor's punch and countered
with a blow of his own, knocking Na'mor clear across the room. Before Na'mor
had time to recover, K'neth had leapt on top of him, assailing him with a
barrage of punches. K'neth's attack was far more ferocious than Na'mor
expected it to be, and with every counter Na'mor made, K'neth seemed to be
one step ahead and two moves faster.

The fight continued on this way for a while, Na'mor changing his tactics
from fist-fight to using magic, to trying to chant a spell, to doing
anything to attack K'neth. But with each new method of attack, he found that
K'neth was stronger, faster, better. K'neth pummeled Na'mor with
contemptuous ease, and when all was said and done, K'neth had Na'mor pinned
weakly against the wall.

"Now you listen to me, and listen well," K'neth warned, holding Na'mor by
the throat. "I am not your enemy. You don't have to like me and we don't
have to be friends, but I am not your enemy. We are warriors, we are
soldiers. We all serve the goddess, but I am the chosen one. I am neither
weak, nor am I incompetent. There is a war brewing, and the lives of the
goddess and her sisters are at stake, not to mention the lives of countless
innocents. I cannot defeat them all alone. But I will not stand for you and
your kind to constantly impugn my honor and my name because you have a
problem with my heritage. I am who I am, and this I cannot change. But I am
worthy of the gifts I have received, and I will not prove myself to you or
your kind any longer." K'neth felt a rush of anger as he said those words,
and his eyes began to glow and he was enveloped in light and fire, his voice
booming and echoing throughout the house. The sky outside grew ominously
dark and thunder roared in the clouds above. All of nature was in touch with
K'neth, and through his anger the earth unleashed its fury.

"Are we clear?" K'neth's roared, his voice echoing throughout the house,
shattering the windows as lightning struck the ground outside.

Na'mor shook his head weakly. He was shocked beyond words. He didn't think
that this human could possess this much power, and he never expected K'neth
to fight back with the ferocity that the did. He was truly the better
warrior. Na'mor was humbled, and ashamed.

"I understand," he said softly, then added, "it shall never happen again."

"Good." K'neth's rage had subsided. He remembered, of course, why he was
here. He released his hold on Na'mor, and Na'mor felt to the floor, coughing
as his lungs tried desperately to get relieve the burning sensation they
felt from the lack of being able to breathe. He watched as K'neth made his
way back to what was left of the living room. K'neth produced an emerald
ball of energy in between his hands. The ball floated in place for a few
moments while K'neth chanted.

"Lightness and dark, vacant space between, cause the seen to be unseen!" The
emerald orb floated throughout the living space, and everywhere that it
passed, the damage of the fight that K'neth and Na'mor just had came undone.
The charred edges of the chairs and bookcases were made new again, the walls
returned to their original colors, and the couch reconstructed itself. The
orb floated past Na'mor, too, healing his wounds as it passed. In a minute's
time, there was no evidence left that there had been a cosmic fight in the
room at all. The orb returned to K'neth's hands and, in a flash of emerald
light, K'neth was wearing new clothes and his wounds, too, had healed. He
was now dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a tight-fitting black
sweater, long black pants, and black boots. He looked like Morpheus from The
Matrix. He turned his attention back to Na'mor.

"The reason I came here, Na'mor," K'neth began, making sure to choose his
words cautiously, "was to tell you that I have found Elira's trace. I do not
believe that she is dead, but I do fear that she is in great danger. We have
to act quickly if we are to save her. Are you ready?"

Na'mor's eyes welled up with tears and a joy of new hope. He was nearly
overwhelmed at hearing the words that Elira was still alive. He would do
anything to save her. He could not lose her again. These past few hours had
taught him that he was not strong enough to live life without her.

"I am more than ready," Na'mor said, grabbing K'neth's forearm in the symbol
of warrior camaraderie. K'neth returned the warrior embrace and the two men
held each other's stare for a moment.

"Good," K'neth said, finally, releasing Na'mor's arm. He reproduced Na'mor's
scepter and handed it to him. "Then you'll need this." With that, K'neth
lifted off the ground, levitating over Na'mor's head. With arms extended and
palms and head upturned to the sky, K'neth summoned a beam of light energy
which enveloped the two men.

With the hissing cry of burning flames, the two men disappeared.

===============

"So... who is this creature?" Brad asked. It seemed to Brad as if he and
Shiara had only been talking for a few minutes, but when he looked at the
nearby clock, he saw that several hours had passed. He barely noticed the
fleeting hours race by, he was so captivated by all that he was learning.

"His real name is V'kor. Believe it or not, he was one of the first of the
guardians. What's more, he used to be married to the goddess."

"What? How's that possible? I thought he was --"

"Yes. I guess that is another story that is even longer than the others,"
Shiara said, getting up from the large bed and crossing the room. She
stretched her long, porcelain arms into the air, tracing a circle with her
outstretched fingers. As she did so, the light in the room seemed to distort
and bend, and soon a looking glass appeared in her hands.

"That's a cool trick," Brad muttered under his breath.

"Before I tell you his story, Bradley, there is something else that I want
you to know. You have heard of course of vampires, werewolves, witches and
warlocks, and other mystical and -- as far as most humans are concerned --
fictional creatures?"

"Yes, but what have they to --"

"They are real, Bradley," Shiara interjected, her voice booming with such
authority that Brad did not contest the veracity of her statement. She may
as well have said that the sun revolved around the earth and the earth was
indeed flat, Brad would have believed her.

"In this world and the two worlds parallel to it, there are fields of
energy. These fields of energy can be felt all around us. They are almost
like spirits, mystic entities that permeate the world around us. You can
think of it like an invisible force, kind of like the wind, or the heat you
feel from the sun's intensity. Gravity would also be an appropriate example.
The same way that birds and airplanes seem to defy gravity, there are beings
in this world and the next that can... manipulate, or defy, if you will, all
the forces that are around us. By adhering to the laws that govern the
earth, the sun, and the moon, some beings are able to do wonderful things.
What you come to believe to be witchcraft are actually just beings that have
learned to manipulate the forces of the earth and to circumvent the
restrictions this planet imposes, much like that gravity-defying plane."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Patience, my child. In our world, the world of the Eternals, there are
children of the sun, the moon, as well as children of the earth. Then there
are humans, a small lot of humans who know how to manipulate the forces of
the earth. Since they are not the children of the earth, their power is
limited. Most of them use what your science-fiction and fantasy stories
would call spells in order to 'borrow', if you will, the ability to use the
earth's energy. Those who are the earth's children, created from the actual
chains of energy in found in the earth need not chant these incantations in
order to use their power. The earth's energy is their inheritance, and they
are able to use it as they see fit, so long as they do not bring about the
earth's destruction in the process. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Kind of."

"Good. Now, Bradley, not every human will be able to manipulate the earth's
forces to use them. There have been several humans who have tried to become
witches or warlocks, and have died in the process. When you borrow the
earth's energy, the very power of the earth flows through your veins.
Imagine actually feeling the heat of the earth's core flow through you, or
imagine feeling the roaring power of the ocean course through your veins.
Humans are incredibly weak vessels, and there have been thousands who have
perished trying to use the gifts of the earth without being worthy. That is
why most of the children of the earth have gone to great lengths to create a
sort of lore around the existence of witches and warlocks, to prevent more
people from making the fatal attempt to harness and use the earth's power.

"But, you, Bradley, you are an extraordinary human being. You possess a
great deal of strength. It was part of this strength of your heart that
allowed you to survive the attack by V'kor himself. That is no small feat.
And even now, as I stand before you, I can sense within you a great power.
You are what we call a Blessed One. You, my dear child, are one that has the
potential to be a warlock. With practice and training, you will can become
one who manipulates and harnesses the power of the earth."

"Does this mean that I can become a guardian like K'neth?"

"Oh, no, my dear child. K'neth was an exception beyond all exceptions. He
was only partially human. He was a child of the cosmos. His mother was
human, but laying dormant within her genes were the latent abilities of her
ancestors, some of whom were the first of the earth's children. K'neth's
father was an immortal. He was raised in ignorance of his heritage, and when
the time came and he was going to sacrifice himself in grief, the goddess
called to the immortal within him and he awakened. Since then he has proven
that being part human has been his greatest asset, gaining in strength and
power from being a child of one of the most powerful immortals, but
tempering that with a passion and love greater than any Eternal could ever
dream of possessing. He is, beyond a shadow of all doubt, a most unique
creature. That is why he has become the most powerful guardian since V'kor
himself. Which brings us back to you."

Shiara released the looking glass from her hands and the pristine mirror
floated across the room towards Brad. Brad peered into the reflective
surface as it levitated before him. The mirror was odd: some parts seemed to
be reflective, and others refractive. Brad found himself looking both at
himself and through to the other side of the room at the same time. At the
very epicenter of the mirror, Brad noticed a small dot of darkness. He
reached his finger out to touch the dark spot. At first he touched the
surface of the mirror, and then his finger fell into the dark hole. When he
pulled his finger out, he noticed that his index digit was now covered in a
black crystal-like substance.

Brad turned to Shiara, perplexed. "What happened?"

"This glass can show you whatever it is that you want to see. No doubt you
have noticed that some parts seem to be like that of a mirror, other parts
seem to be a window, and as you noticed in the middle, there is a spot of
darkness. Well, Brad, I shall give you your first lesson. You have the power
to activate this mirror. You can either use it for reflection, looking into
yourself and seeing one of your infinite potential destinies; you can use it
as a window to see wherever you want to see in the world, or you can
activate the portal of darkness, and upon stepping through, be thrown into a
time far away. This is the reason your finger is covered in black crystal.
If you step through the portal of darkness, your whole body will be coated
in the same substance, so that wherever you reappear, you will be an
invisible entity, a silent observer to the history that is being unfolded at
the time."

"I see. So, if I wanted to find out K'neth's story...?"

"All you would have to do is utter the proper incantation and step through
the looking glass."

Brad chuckled. "Just like Alice."

"Just like Alice."

"What's the incantation?" Brad asked. He turned his attention from Shiara
back to the mirror. He ran his hands all over the crystalline surface. He
was amazed to find that the entire mirror was smooth, save for the dark spot
in the center, even though there were different sections to the mirror.

"Well, Brad, first you must decide what it is that you want to see. Do you
wish to find out about K'neth?"

Brad hesitated for a moment. He did want to know about the mysterious man
who apparently twice saved his life, but there was something else nagging
away at him. More than his savior, Brad wanted to know about the one who
tried to kill him. He swallowed hard and looked at Shiara.

"I want to know about the creature. I want to know about V'kor."

"That is a story that is far too complex for you to understand. There is so
much history there that you couldn't possibly know where to ask the mirror
to take you. I shall be your guide, however, and I shall send you to the
time and place that will let you see exactly what V'kor is and what he has
done."

Shiara crossed the room to Brad and took the mirror in her hands. Brad felt
her inside his mind. The sensation was odd at first, but he was surprisingly
calm about the whole thing. In an instant, he knew to put his hand upon the
center of the mirror, knowing that once she uttered the incantation, the
black spot on the mirror would expand, coating his entire body and allowing
him to pass to another place in time. He would exist as an outside observer,
unable to interact with what was taking place at that time. He would be
merely a watcher, there to see and to learn.

"Guardians of the gates of time, an innocent needs his turn. Open the
passage to the creature's past, so that this soul may learn. Let him
observe, yet be unknown, to the things we couldn't see. Let him heed the
warnings of the past, and learn who this creature be." As Shiara finished
the incantation, the dark spot on the mirror liquefied. The dark substance
slowly dribbled down the face of the mirror. Instinctively, Brad reached out
a finger to touch the oil-like matter. As he did so, the liquid wrapped
itself around his finger and quickly spread to cover his entire hand. Within
moments, Brad's entire body was coated in the dark substance.

"Now, Brad, you are ready to enter into the past. Remember, you are but an
observer. The things you will see may disturb you, but you are not to
attempt to interfere in any way shape or form. The punishment for trying to
alter the fabric of time is severe. The liquid that coats you protects your
body while your mind is separated. If you try to interfere with the events
that you see, the coating will disappear, and your mind will be forever lost
in time. Without the mind, the body cannot survive."

"How do I get back?" Brad asked without words. He found that he was unable
to move or to speak, but that all his thoughts were remarkably lucid. It was
a sensation unlike any other he'd ever experienced.

"There are markers in the halls of time. They lead to doors back to your own
time. Although time is linear, the worlds that exist in any given time are
infinite. There is no limit to where you can go or what you can see at any
given moment in time. The marker will be with you wherever you go. All you
must do is touch the marker and the mirror will reappear. Step through the
mirror and you will be rejoined with your body. Are you ready?"

Brad took a deep sigh. He was ready, but he was also scared at the same
time. His life had changed so much in such a short period of time, and all
of this was a lot to grasp for a mere mortal. But he was never the kind of
person to shy away from an adventure or a challenge; that was one of the
many things that David had taught him. He looked to the mirror, which was
glowing brightly. He couldn't see where he was going to be, yet he knew that
he had to follow the cliche and walk into the light. As he thought this, he
felt the greatest out-of-body experience of his life, particularly since he
was literally having one. He looked down and saw his lifeless body standing
in the middle of the floor. It was crystallized within an onyx-like
substance. He directed his attention back to the mirror, which was floating
before him. He took a mental pause and then directed his focus to the
mirror, silently asking permission to enter. He saw the light brighten and
envelop him, and he couldn't help but scream as he was pulled into the
mirror.

===============

The flames scattered and K'neth and Na'mor rematerialized from the ashes.
Na'mor looked around at their surroundings, perplexed. He knew instantly
where they were, but he was amazed at the speed with which the Guardian was
able to bring them there. They found themselves standing in an alley in the
middle of Tokyo. It was a rainy night, but the streets were alive with cars
and people.

The Guardian walked from the alley to the main thoroughfare. He saw two men
sitting in the alley, drinking from a brown paper bag, staring at him with
fear and confusion in their eyes.

"Did you see that? Did you see what he just did? He must be a demon!" the
drunk man shouted in Japanese. He and his drunken cohort got up to run, but
K'neth held them both in psychic stasis. Their minds were frozen, but
active, and they were unable to move. K'neth could tell that they were
panicking, even in this static state of subconsciousness. He invaded both
their minds.

"There is no need to fear," he programmed into them in their native
Japanese. "This is merely a dream brought on by too much alcohol. You are
fine. You are dreaming. You will open your eyes and return to reality."
K'neth telekinetically moved the two men back to their seated positions, and
he altered the molecules of the alcohol until they were no longer drunk.
Once he and Na'mor were removed from the alley, he released them from their
stasis.

K'neth and Na'mor walked the streets of Tokyo, crossing the hustling
metropolis in the pouring rain. They crossed to a very large, imposing
building, one that operated under the guise of being an office, but was
really one of V'kor's strongholds. The person in charge of operation here
was an immortal who operated under the alias DeShawn.

K'neth paused to concentrate, searching the building psychically for a place
to enter. He sensed the presence of V'kor's oracle, Xiana, and he worked
skillfully to avoid her sensing him. As he efficiently probed the building,
he came across Elira's psychic signature. Xiana was attempting to reprogram
Elira, but the witch was proving to be a lot stronger than the immortal had
imagined. But Elira was only mortal, and he knew that all her skills and
protection spells couldn't fight off Xiana for long.

"She's inside, and she's hurt. We must move quickly," K'neth said, making
his way back to the side of the building. He connected his mind to Na'mor's
and showed him the safest place to enter. With a distortion of the space
around them, Na'mor "blinked" and they were quietly teleported inside.

With another blink of space, Na'mor and K'neth reappeared in the middle of a
rather innocent looking bathroom. Na'mor looked at K'neth and smiled. "Not
as much fireworks and showmanship as your methods, but effective
nonetheless, wouldn't you agree?"

"Why do you think I let you do the teleporting? I picked up multiple psychic
impressions, and all of them are formidable. I don't know if we can take on
everyone at once tonight, so we're going to have to go for a surgical
strike. We're already going to have our hands full."

"I don't care if we have to fight the whole immortal world, I'm getting
Elira back tonight."

K'neth saw the intensity in Na'mor's eyes, and he could feel the fire of
passion that burned within him. Na'mor was intent, and he was one of the
more skilled warriors among the guardian ranks. He was hellbent on rescuing
Elira, and K'neth was going to make sure that happened.

"Okay, she's being held three floors above where we are right now," K'neth
said, placing his hands on Na'mor's head, allowing the psychic images of the
building to flow freely from his mind into Na'mor's. "Xiana is weary from
assaulting Elira's mind for so long, and she is taking a break to find and
feed upon an innocent. If we can stop her, that would be great, but right
now we need to get through the defenses guarding Elira, and get her out of
her before Xiana returns."

"Is she the most powerful threat here?"

"No, DeShawn is also here. But, fortunately for us, he is not a psychic, and
he's currently... occupied with other non-psychics as well."

"Then let's move."

With that, Na'mor and K'neth made their way from the bathroom into the
hallway.

===============

"I feel insatiable," DeShawn quipped, walking around his large bedroom.
Seated upon his regal king-sized bed were two naked men. To be specific, one
naked man and one naked boy, who looked to be not a day older than 18. The
man had skin of copper -- literally -- and his hair was emerald green. He
was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and slight
hips, and incredibly long legs. On both hands his index finger and middle
finger were bound together into one digit, as was his third finger and his
pinkie. There was not an ounce of fat on his body, and his thick,
seven-inch, erect cock pressed proudly against his stomach.

The boy, on the hand, was pale and blond, with aquamarine eyes. His skin was
smooth and creamy, his hair wavy and dressed his shoulders. He had a very
slim build, not a lot of fat on his body but not a lot of muscle, either.
Yet he sat quite comfortably in the splits as he watched DeShawn pace the
room, impatient.

"That feeding was good, but it left me hungry for more," DeShawn added.

"But, sir, you ate every ounce of those men. You didn't leave anything left
of five full-grown human males. How could you possibly still be hungry?" the
copper-toned man asked.

"I don't know!" DeShawn snapped, his eyes glowing with light and power. "I
shouldn't still be hungry, I shouldn't still need to feed, but I am and I
do. Ever since V'kor turned me and I'm no longer connected to the powers of
the cosmos, I can't seem to get enough. The more I use my powers, the more I
need to feed to rejuvenate myself. And the more that I feed, the hungrier I
become." DeShawn was walking around the room at quick pace, his anger
building. He stood near a mirror and caught sight of himself. In a fit of
rage, he blasted the mirror to pieces.

"This retched curse!" he shouted to the sky. The intensity of his voice
caused the two on the bed to jump. It was the younger boy who crawled of the
bed first. As he did, he changed his molecules and skin to make the shape of
an innocuous puppy. That puppy started nestling itself against DeShawn's
feet. DeShawn looked down at the young dog and smiled.

"Iege... revert," DeShawn commanded. "There's no need to placate me.
However, you two will do just nicely for a snack. Lyre, you claim that your
connection to the sun's fire is never-ending. Your boss would like to test
that theory. The two of you should be enough to get me over this hump."

Iege turned back into the lanky boy he was a few minutes ago, his dick hard
and pressing against his stomach. He was on his knees by DeShawn's feet, and
he used this angle to open DeShawn's robe and starting sucking on DeShawn's
tight asshole. DeShawn levitated off the ground, with Iege still at his
feet, and soon the two were on the bed where Lyre was still waiting. His
emerald green hair was now plumes of orange and red flames. The crackling
tendrils didn't burn the sheets or set the room ablaze, but burned
harmlessly atop Lyre's head.

As DeShawn lowered himself to the bed, Lyre moved toward him, taking
DeShawn's seven-inch dick into his mouth. Lyre was one of the hottest
entities in the universe, and heated moisture of his mouth felt wonderful
against DeShawn's tumid cock. DeShawn let out a soft moan and placed his
hands on Lyre's flaming head, feeling the searing heat of his hair as it
burned his skin.

"Burn me, Lyle, burn me. Yeah, that's it. Let me feel the heat of your
energy. Let me feel that cosmic fire blowing through me."

Iege continued to tease DeShawn's asshole with his tongue. While doing so,
Iege made his finger grow longer and thicker and used the new girth and
length as the perfect dildo, pressing it hard and firm against DeShawn's
expanding asshole. Although the intrusion of the expanded digit was more
painful than DeShawn was expecting, he neither flinched nor cried out as
Iege forced his finger into DeShawn's ass.

Lyre was still sucking on DeShawn's cock, getting the head of his dick
slobbery with saliva. DeShawn's cock was oozing thick, clear pre-cum, and
this salty excretion was like nectar to Lyre, making him hungrier for his
boss's cock. He swallowed DeShawn all the way down to his heavy balls, and
held his face there, enjoying the suffocating feeling of DeShawn's thick
cock lodged at the base of his throat.

DeShawn's asshole was incredibly sensitive, and as he felt Iege's intrusive
thrusts against his prostate, coupled with the way Lyre was greedily
devouring his cock, he could feel the fire of an orgasm building inside of
him. His toes began to curl and his legs were actually starting to feel
weak, so much to the point that he leaned over and rested atop Lyre's head.

Iege pulled his finger out of DeShawn's ass, grabbed DeShawn's hips and
pulled him down onto the bed, on top of him. While pulling DeShawn down, he
used his shape-shifting powers to make his dick grow large and thick. Iege
was still the same slight boyish-looking imp that he was a few moments ago,
but now he had the monstrous cock of a man three times his size. Even though
he had received no attention from either of the gentlemen, his dick was wet
and hard, and Iege was ready to fuck.

The head of Iege's new-sized cock was much thicker than DeShawn's asshole,
so much so that it seemed impossible that he was going to be able to get
inside. But Iege was hungry with lust, and he wanted to fuck DeShawn raw and
hard. Without being as gentle as he should have been, he forced the head of
his engorged cock into DeShawn's ass. DeShawn bit his lip hard and grimaced.

"Careful, Iege," DeShawn warned. Iege ignored his boss's admonishment and
pressed more of his eleven-inch dick into DeShawn's ass. He could hear
DeShawn's breath catch and he saw his body spasm as Iege pushed further
inside. Iege knew that no matter how much it hurt, or how much he warned,
DeShawn would never tell him to stop nor would he let on that he was in
pain. The sadistic side of the imp's nature was enjoying causing DeShawn
pain, and once he was fully inside of DeShawn, he caused his dick to expand
in girth again, until it was nearly as thick as beer can.

DeShawn drew in a sharp breath. Lyre was still sucking hungrily on his dick,
but the pain in his ass was extreme. Even though it hurt, DeShawn realized
that he was still hard. The pain was starting to subside, and he was not
going to give Iege the pleasure of letting him know that he hurt him.
Besides, with this new thickness and length, Iege was pressed so hard
against DeShawn's prostate that he knew he would be basking in orgasmic
pleasure in a few moments.

"Just endure the pain now, D," DeShawn thought to himself. "In a few
moments, you'll be howling with delight, that's how good it will feel."

And DeShawn was right. Iege started to slide in and out of DeShawn's ass
slowly, but his dick was so long and so thick that it didn't matter much; he
was always pressing against DeShawn's prostate. DeShawn leaned back against
Iege while Lyre continued to suck on DeShawn's hard, wet dick. Lyre changed
his point of focus and began to suck on DeShawn's heavy ball sack, taking
his balls into his mouth and rolling his hot tongue around them.

Iege started thrusting hard and fast, and DeShawn's ass was so wet and tight
that the squishing and slapping sounds echoed throughout the room. Because
DeShawn was being fucked so hard, his dick was slamming in and out of Lyre's
throat just as hard and fast. Lyre revelled at feeling his boss's balls slap
against his chin. He didn't even notice that tears were running down his
face and that he was nearly choking himself by having DeShawn's cock so deep
in his mouth.

Lyre pulled his mouth off of DeShawn's dick and licked his way up from
DeShawn's torso, pausing to suck on DeShawn's taut nipples. When he was
face-to-face with DeShawn, he kissed him hard. He pressed DeShawn's legs up
against his chest and DeShawn wrapped his arms around his own kneecaps,
keeping his legs in place. With Iege still fucking away like mad, Lyre
pressed his own bare cock against Iege's cock, slowly sliding up to
DeShawn's hot hole, which was getting the fucking of its life.

When Iege felt Lyre's cock against his own, he stopped fucking DeShawn and
pressed himself in to the hilt in DeShawn's ass. Lyre used this pause to
press his own dick into DeShawn's ass, spreading DeShawn's hole even wider
with the invasion of a second cock. DeShawn bit his lip hard at this new
pain, but he was reluctant to give any more indication that this was
painful. In a few moments, Lyre was pressed deep in DeShawn's ass.

And the real fucking began.

Iege used his ductile body to shift his thrusting angle, giving him more
freedom to pound away at DeShawn's ass. Lyre, positioned on top, was also
free to fuck as he pleased. The two worked in alternate rhythms, Lyre
thrusting while Iege pulled out and vice versa; the sounds of their balls
slapping DeShawn's ass was more like a drummer banging out a rhythm.
DeShawn, for his part, grimaced as he felt the constant invasion of his ass,
never finding relief or release as one dick filled the void the other
vacated.

"Ah, fuck," DeShawn panted, his face twisted with the pleasurable pain his
ass was receiving. Normally he'd want to be on the giving end of such a
brutal fuck, but as his eyes rolled back into his head and his toes curled,
he was lost in ecstasy. As his hard cock slapped against his stomach in
rhythm, he felt the pre-cum ooze out of his dick and slide down the side of
his torso.

"Keep taking my dick, baby," Lyre panted. His whole head was consumed in
flames, and as he was getting more aroused, other parts of his body ignited.
First his hands -- which he quickly used to singe DeShawn's smooth, copper
flesh -- then his feet. As the friction built inside of DeShawn's punished
ass, Lyre couldn't keep his dick from igniting, adding a whole new level of
pain to the violent mating taking place.

Iege felt the added heat and knew what happened. He could feel DeShawn's
body tense even further, and part of him reveled in the torturous pleasure
he and Lyre were giving. He decided to change his rhythm, so that now he and
Lyre were fucking in tandem, both engorged cocks slamming in and out of
DeShawn's tight ass at the same time. Iege could feel the orgasm burning in
his balls, and he knew that it wasn't long before he would spawn.

"I'm coming," Iege spat in short breaths. He was thrusting even faster and
harder than before, his eyes rolled in the back of his head with pleasure.
As the first rope of cum shot into DeShawn's ass, a long, tube-like objected
began to emerge from the back of Iege's neck. With each shot of cum, more of
the puttied object slithered from Iege, until the entire entity was
released.

The moment the new being was free, DeShawn dug his fingers into Iege's
flesh, his own orgasm overtaking him. While DeShawn started blasting his
jizz onto his own chest and face, he began to suck all the life energy from
Iege's body. By now, Lyre was also on the verge of orgasm, and began to
shoot his flame-filled sperm into DeShawn's asshole, too. With this new
heated invasion, DeShawn opened his mouth wide, his canine fangs sharp and
menacing. He bit down hard onto Lyre's neck, and started feeding on Lyre's
incendiary body, draining Lyre's life from him as well as Iege.

The two creatures began to scream as their lives were sucked out of them.
The tables were turned, and it was now they who were in intense pain, and
DeShawn who was deriving his pleasure from it. Soon, Iege's amorphous body
was a dried-up vessel, and the flames within Lyre were extinguished, his
once-copper skin now dull and corroded. DeShawn pushed Lyre's lifeless body
off of him, and as he separated himself from Iege, Iege's body crumbled to
pieces like a shattered rock.

DeShawn crossed the room to the elastic object ejected from Iege's body.
Using his newly stolen power, he caused his hands to ignite, and upon their
ignition he projected the fire onto the inchoate creature, destroying it.

"Thanks, guys," he said with a wry, cruel smile, "that was just the meal I
needed."
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