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Author's notes:

This is the continuation of A Long Time from Home and if you haven't read that, I advise you to do so. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine.

Some of the chapters will take place in the ancient past and while I have done a lot of research for that, there might be small errors here and there. If you think you found such an error in the story, please double check to be sure that you're correct and then PM me about it, so I can fix it. :)

Oh, and notice, that I write in British English, so there will be slight differences in spelling certain words, like the British 'realise' versus the US 'realize' or the UK 'colour' vs the US 'color'.

Due to its length, I placed ALTFH under the 'Novels and Novellas' section, but as you can see, ALTFH II is placed in the 'Sci-fi and Fantasy' section, which fits it better due to the elements of magic that's in it. At least in my opinion :)

In the prologue, I stated that I would upload chapters of 'Into the Chaos' (my Star Wars: The Old Republic story) every other time, but I felt like the Prologue couldn't really count as a whole chapter, so here's a 'real' chapter.

Have fun and while you're at it, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)

About the notation:

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

Some warnings

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This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

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1 - Costa Rica

Late July 2000, Costa Rica

The garden in what used to be Parker's estate in Costa Rica, was a truly beautiful place and I was enjoying the smell of the flowers, as I relaxed with a cold cider in a comfortable chair in one of the gardens gazebos.

A lot of events had happened in a very short time and my mind was still trying to catch up.

Parker

, the criminal Mentat I had fought and subsequently defeated in Malaga, had built both a mercantile- and a criminal empire and to save more than thirty kidnapped children, I had decided to take Parker's place in both establishments. Mainly because I didn't know how closely related the legal and illegal organizations were.

The legal part of Parkers business was called

Starlight Merchant Group

and had its headquarter on Oldenburg Island in the Caribbean, so we had sailed there and started the process of taking over Parkers former company.

The take-over itself was fairly easy. Parker had been so sure that he would find the youth potion he was looking for, that he had meticulously planned and prepared how he could take over his own company: He would go away, take the potion, and come back as his own (non-existing) nephew, leaving time enough get a plastic operation to change his appearance. That way he could change identity, while retaining control of everything he owned, as he became the heir to his own empire.

So, my plan was to simply assume the identity of Parkers nephew and take over the company that way. Since Parker had meant to be a younger version of himself, the only fail-safe in his plan was that the new owner had to be able to use the mental trick and codeword to transfer the loyalty of all the top people in the company to himself. Considering that I had read his mind in Malaga, that wasn't a problem.

After some Ars Mentalis tricks Parker had been declared dead, complete with trustworthy witnesses and a dead body that was later cremated and buried at sea. Legal papers proving I was his heir had been put forward and accepted.

What I hadn't considered was the amount of paperwork that had to be done. Fortunately, Parker had already made plans for this and as I had the whole Board of Directors of Starlight Merchant Group to help, it had taken less than two weeks to get moving.

With everything in order there was little for me to do while the rest of the paperwork was brought in order, leaving me free to sail to Costa Rica, as had been the plan all along. Curtis had abducted a bunch of kids and my plan was to go free them as fast as possible, while still being careful enough so the various agencies didn't come after me.

On the bright side, I had discovered that Parker had files on just about everything and everybody and the delay gave me a chance to study the files Parker had on the estates and people in Costa Rica.

Parker had seen Costa Rica as one of the most stable countries in the area and over the years, he had bought large areas of land on both side of the county. True to form, he got it even cheaper than normal due to the financial crisis at that time and while ownership of an area in Costa Rica could be tricky, Parker had used his mental powers on various lawmakers that consequently made some legal trickery to ensure that the areas remained under his control no matter what happened.

An action that made sense, as Starlight Merchant Group owned more than fifty thousand acres in the Northwest, including a bay called Culebra Bay along with most of the Papagayo Peninsula.

Not only did that give him a sheltered bay with a marina, but also a good chunk of land in the so-called 'dry area', though I wouldn't call any area with an annual rainfall of 'less than 1500mm (59inches)' for dry.

As always, when dealing with real estate, Parker clearly knew what he was doing, as a new international airport had opened near the area, with a corresponding raise in the number of visitors to the five hotels Starlight Merchant Group, under the subdivision of

Starlight Hospitality

, owned in the area.

For those wanting a more rustic vacation, they had no less than seven great estates, where the visitors could experience the local wildlife, ride horses, bathe in waterfalls or just relax on the beach in-between surfing and swimming.

I wouldn't have thought such a vacation would attract any people, but I had overlooked how many people in this age lived all their lives in cities and wanted to see exotic nature when on vacation. In short, business was booming.

The same was health tourism and Starlight Hospitality not only owned a newly built hospital in Costa Rica, but they also had several health retreats, where people could recuperate after surgery at the hospital or just visit to relieve the stress of their daily lives.

That part of the business was actually a very old concept and one I had experienced before. I had even worked as a healer at a health retreat in Epidaurus in ancient Greece for a few years and visited the town of Aquae Sulis with its famous baths in Britannia during roman times. Naturally, things were very different now, but it was still similar enough to remind me once again, that while the world changed, people didn't. At least not as much as they thought.

Parkers home in Costa Rica was called

Villa Bonita

and was located on the east coast by the Caribbean Sea. Situated on the southern part of the coast, the seven-thousand-acre (28 square kilometers) area ran from the beach to the mountains in what used to be a remote area when Parker bought it in 1980. Much had happened in the twenty years since then and what used to be a remote area, was now a thriving tourist destination, taking advantage of the area's position on the Caribbean coast, bordering on of Costa Rica's many national parks.

Not only did the area have some fantastic beaches, but also a marina, several small hotels, a wellness retreat, some local farms and even a small village, all located in the lowlands. As the terrain quickly grew into low mountains, there was yet another wellness retreat and several lodges.

The villa itself sat on top of a large hill, surrounded by woodlands, with exotic flowers everywhere and a fantastic view over the Caribbean Sea. Once the villa had been the main building of a large cattle ranch and along with the house itself, there was two guesthouses, a swimming pool, a stable as well as various outbuildings. Before Parker had bought the place, it had served briefly as a vacation retreat and around the whole compound and its gardens and orchards, there was a wall, ensuring security and privacy.

Now it was mine, or at least would be as soon as the paperwork was done, and...

The sound of feet on wet grass interrupted my train of thoughts. Looking in the direction of the noise, I discovered Petra walking quickly through the rain as she crossed the lawn in the direction of the gazebo. Despite her summer dress and brown hair becoming soaked by the heavy rain, there was a wide smile on her face. The combination of her beauty and the way the wet clothes clung to the voluptuous body of the Ukrainian woman brought a smile to my face as well.

Like the other four female soldiers, I had liberated from Parker's imprisonment in Malaga, she was beautiful, tall, slim, and fit, with large breasts and long legs. Her exceptional looks weren't a coincidence, as Parker had used his criminal network to find exactly that kind of women to be mind-controlled into a combined bodyguard and sex-slave. A plan I had spoiled by defeating him and liberating the women. Unfortunately, they were all wanted in their home countries and couldn't return there. To make it worse, circumstances during their liberation had forced me to activate the loyalty codex and now they were all bonded to me. At least until I found a way to negate Parker's loyalty codex.

On the bright side, they knew a lot more about the world than I did, and had a lot of useful skills, that I didn't have. Driving a car was one of those skills and Petra had driven the car that brought us from the harbour city of Limon where the yacht was docked to Villa Bonita, while the rest of the women would join us later.

I would have preferred to dock at the local marina, but Captain Wolf had explained to me, that the marina simply couldn't take yachts the size of Dream Weaver.

"Couldn't you have found a place closer to the house?" Petra asked as soon as she entered the gazebo. Despite the words, she was still smiling. "In case you don't notice, it's raining out here."

Letting my eyes run over her body for a moment, I said. "I could, but then I would have missed the sight of you in a drenched and clingy summer dress."

"Smartass." She remarked, but the smile grew wider.

One of the advantages, besides the obvious ones, of having power, was that women tended to find it extremely sexy, and Petra and I had been sharing pleasure since I had liberated the five women.

"I might be a smartass, but you have a magnificent ass." I replied. "Anyway, what're you doing out here? Weren't you busy talking with the security women?"

"Yes, that's why I'm here." Petra took off the wet dress, revealing her gorgeous body as she stood there dressed only in her underwear. With a playful smile, she dropped the dress on a nearby chair and walked over to me. As always when I saw her naked, I marvelled over the toned muscles and soft feminine curves as they combined into a body that was both voluptuous and powerful at the same time.

"For some reason," Petra continued as she walked to the chair I was sitting in. "They're not allowed to have sex or even relationships with anyone and I find that cruel."

I activated my memory and discovered that she was right. The security force consisted of ex-military women from around the world, that Parker had bought using Erebus and subsequently mind controlled for loyalty. He hadn't planned to use any of military women for sex, but he had done that anyway from time to time when the need came over him and thus the idea of a combined bodyguard -- sex slave had been born. Unfortunately for the women, Parker had believed they lived only to serve him and had thus forbidden relationship and sex with anybody else than their 'master', just as Petra had said.

"I'll change it." I promised. "But you don't need to get undressed to persuade me to do that."

"That wasn't the reason." Petra said and bent down to give me a kiss, before saying "We were talking sex and I felt a sudden need to be naked with you. Besides, I've worn all the wet clothes I would ever wish to wear in the military."

Placing the bottle of cider on the table, I let my hand slide over the skin of her legs. They were slightly moist and cool from the rain, but smooth as silk, and I could feel the muscles under the skin as she took off the wet bra.

I got out of the chair, but instead of standing, I just went to my knees in front of her. "Well, at least I can help you getting out of those wet clothes."

"Good." Petra chuckled, and laced her finger through my hair as I pulled her panties down. Looking up, I discovered that her breasts looked even bigger seen from this angle and between them I could see her looking down at me smiling. Smiling back, I ran my nose through the well-trimmed triangle of light brown hair above her pussy, smelling her arousal.

Petra stepped out of her panties and spread her legs, giving me room to get between them. Taking the cue, I did just that, running my tongue over the top of her clitoris, causing her to moan. One of my hands went around her to grab her fabulous ass to pull her closer, while the other played with the lips of her pussy. Already slippery from the juices dripping out, I enjoyed the feeling as I slipped my fingers between them, running the fingertips up and down her lower lips, hearing her breath quicken.

With a happy sigh, Petra spread her legs more, reaching out with her free hand to brace herself on the chair, her body shuddering, as I slipped two fingers into her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench them in a welcome embrace. Petra gasped when I worked the fingers up and down while my tongue continued its work on and around her clitoris.

I took my time teasing her, changing the rhythm of both fingers and tongue from time to time, feeling her arousal rise steadily, and when I thought she was ready, I found her inner pleasure zone and gave it a hard rub, while licking her clitoris hard and fast.

A moment later, Petra came in a great crashing wave, her pussy spasming around my fingers as she bucked, swayed, and groaned, before she started to fall. I hurriedly removed my fingers from her pussy, so I could use both arms to catch her and ended up with her in my arms. She was still shaking from the recent orgasm and there was a big smile on her face, as she turned slightly to give me a long, passionate kiss.

I returned the kiss, letting my hands roam over her body as we kissed, loving the feel of her in my arms and her naked body against me.

"Fuck, that was good!" Petra said sometime later when she finally broke the kiss. "And it's nice to know that you're there to catch me if I fall."

"Well, on several levels you're a nice armful to catch." I answered with a grin and squeezed a well-formed buttock.

Feeling my hard-on against her, she wriggled against it. "Ivan, if you don't fuck me within the next few minutes, I'm going to go crazy."

"You're the one laying on top of me." I pointed out. "I can't really move that much."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No, but as a tall and well-trained woman in good shape, you're not exactly light as a feather."

That made her laugh. "Damn, I feel like that 'are you calling me fat?' joke went totally over your head."

"It did." I assured her. "Where's the joke?"

She shook her head. "If you didn't get it from the start, it will take longer to explain than I'm willing to use right now. I want some sex and preferably somewhere softer than here... like on the giant sofa over there."

Glancing over, I looked at the sofa. As Petra had said, it was indeed big. Wide enough for three persons, it looked like it was built for sex and with the sexual appetite of the former owner, it was most likely bought for that exact reason.

"Sounds great, so move that lovely ass."

With a giggle she got up and gave me a hand, so I could get up. I did, but I didn't let go of her hand, using it to spin her around, so she stood with her back towards me.

"Bend over the chair." I told her.

She sent me a surprised look over her shoulder, but then nodded with a smile, as she arched her back, sticking her ass out and spreading her legs to give me access.

My hard dick sprang out when I yanked my pants down. Since moving with my pants around my ankles was awkward, I took them all off, before placing myself behind her, running my hand over her fabulous ass until I reached between the buttocks, and then dived in between them to rub her pussy lightly. She was dripping wet, so I coated my fingers in her juice and then spread it over my hard dick, before placing the head between the lips of her pussy.

"Oh yes." Petra growled and pressed backwards, getting half the dick inside her in one move, causing her to gasp. "Fuck, I love that dick of yours."

"Thank you." I said and placed my hands on her hips for a better grip. Then I pulled out almost all the way, before going back in, not stopping before my hips meet her ass.

Petra yelped and groaned loudly. "Damn, it's good."

"Yes." I agreed. Not only was Petra naturally tight, but her training had made her inner muscles unusually strong, adding to her tightness.

Despite the resistance, I pulled out and repeated the motion, slow hard thrusts that would have made her tilt forward, if I hadn't had a firm grip on her hips. It still made Petra groan, as I gradually picked up the pace, her hands on the chair shaking.

"Harder." She pleaded.

I let go up her hips and puller her upper body into a more upright position, before I grabbed her full breasts from behind, feeling the hard nipple against the palm of my hand. The position gave me a lot of leverage, and I used it to fuck her harder and faster.

It didn't take long before she came with a small shriek, her pussy clamping down tightly on my dick, making me grunt in appreciation. Her shaking legs threatened to give way under her, so I stopped thrusting, buried my cock as deep in her as I could and held her tight instead, enjoying the way her muscles quivered around my hard dick and the feel of her full breasts in my hands. The jolts of pleasure that ran through her made her hips jerk, causing her pussy to move and with the angle, my dick slid over her internal pleasure zone every time she moved, sending even more pleasure through her.

It was a fantastic feeling and I smiled to myself as I felt her pussy starting to contract again, signalling an incoming climax. I considered playing with her clitoris but decided against it. It was most likely hyper-sensitive now and the added stimulation might make Petra jump away. This slow build was much better.

Petra was heaving for breath and her quivering legs threatened to give way under her, so I focused on holding her up and keeping my dick inside her.

With a final jerk of the hips and a howl, Petra came again, her pussy grabbing and squeezing my dick, milking it as tremors ran through her body. Her body suddenly became heavy as her legs gave way under her, but I managed to hold her upright while the aftershock of the orgasm made her body twitch and buck.

Finally, the tremors subsided, and Petra turned in my arms, so we were face to face. "That..." She kissed me. "Was..." She kissed me again. "Fucking..." Another kiss. "Amazing!" The last kiss was longer, and she opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine.

I haven't come yet and the kiss along with the feel of her breast against my chest, only heightened my desire for her. Taking hold of her ass, I lifted her off the ground and carried her to the sofa, still kissing her.

Then I carefully placed her on her back. With a smile on her face, Petra spread her legs invitingly and without hesitation, I place myself between them and put my cock back where it belonged, as I buried it inside her.