Deciding that the river banks would make for a restful reprieve for a few days, Aurora Dawson, General Calahaus of the Roman garrison, and Garameth the Ghost of the immortal shape changers felt a camp here would be ideal. Yes, there were trolls in the area but now with the assist of an A’Bomi named Skip whom was a 222 year old lad that controlled the Earth around him with precision, they fashioned a fort for safety. Aurora herself having miraculously adapted his powers although not as skillful as Skip’s lifetime of practice was venturing into Gaiamancing.
Skip while still untrustworthy did at least try to behave himself and get along with others. Working with Aurora did keep him close to the gorgeous giantess. He most certainly had a crush. As uncomfortable as it was that Skip looked twelve years old, regardless of his true age Aurora did find it in her nature to tease and flirt but dissuade him from getting frisky. ROCK BLOCKER!!! as Mathias Longfellow called her. Old dog, no tricks, she would challenge the pack member laughing. The bonds were tight.
“Thank you for helping us build a shelter Skip.” Aurora hugged the old boy from the side, his hand finding her ass cheek pleasant to reside, she let it happen and for once didn’t brush it away. “Don’t let that palm get too cozy there Rocky. I can use your whole body to skip you across that river there.”
“Come on Aurora I’m not hurting anything. Humor an old bloke.”
“Maybe not, but I do have scruples, maybe not many, but I do. I’m sensing disturbances in the ground beneath my feet like mini tremors. Is that natural?”
“Yeah, it’s the Earth telling me... now us I guess, when troubles around. The only problem is with your friends outside moving about it’s pretty much impossible to distinguish good from bad. Before you guys rode up I knew you were coming a mile away, just like the trolls. The world looks out for me.”
“So, your very own spider sense?”
“Spider?”
“Uhhh? How about slider sense? Like the vibrations in the ground sliding along until you sense them. Tectonic Fates? Ground control to Major Tom Thumb?
“Right! Slider sense!” He grinned with pride, “I like that.” About as much as his hand slipping lower and under her thigh gap. Tickle! Tickle! Tinkle! She pissed where she stood to alter his course. Working perfectly his mischievous mitt went right back to her ass cheek.
“Me too! Listen little guy...” She removed his hand carefully then knelt down over her urinary puddle to face him eye to eye as best she could. “I totally want to trust you Skip. I guess I don’t mind you patting my ass now and then but let’s get one thing clear! We are friends without benefits.”
“My touching your butt is a benefit.”
“Don’t make me take that much back.” She winked, “I’m just saying no more of that trying to have sex with me stuff. Which includes goosing my girly parts.”
“I can’t resist you Aurora. You’re beautiful and it’s been a really long time since...”
“Ever?”
“What?”
“222 year old virgin?”
“Nooooooo!” He blushed, “Maybe! Don’t spread that around.” Damn her!
“Considering you’re technically way older than me that’s sad. But the fact that you look so young I can see why you haven’t gotten laid. Are all Gaiamancer’s youthful in appearance like you?”
“A’Bomi heritage! We age differently than you humans. You are human, right?”
“Honestly, I don’t know anymore. A few weeks back I think I was but after my accident I’m much more now. Tell me more about you Skip. You mentioned Nova Scotia.”
“Yeah, my particular A’Bomi sect settled there long before even the Indigenous tribes. When they arrived we mostly went underground. I liked to go topside and fish so I went up one day without permission from my family and caught some big ones on the coast, but when I was walking back to the cave entrance I got lost. By lost I mean I just walked out of Nova Scotia and into here. Freaked me out but I couldn’t retrace my footsteps.”
“Do we even know how far back in time we’ve gone? As a Gaiamancer can’t you judge by the Earth itself how long ago we’ve all ended up?”
“I know from my A’Bomi history that our ancestral line went back by 100,000 years so there has to be some here in this time. Don’t ask the precise time periods I can’t guess but I could consult the ground to calculate it if you gimme some tongue. Or better yet, let me give you some tongue. Just don’t pee on it.”
Watching him wag his tongue at her she sneered playfully. “As fun as that might sound let’s not. Quit that!” Hormones escalating, she goofily tried to capture his tongue making the elder lad laugh.
“Is that even possible Oliver Twist?”
He lifted his brows at her name calling. “Let me work on that tonight when it’s quiet. Once everyone is in bed their movement’s won’t distract my meditation.”
“Good idea! We can meditate together you and I. I want to learn what I can from you Skippy.”
“I’m not sure I can concentrate around you.” He laughed, “It’s all I can do right now to keep from rumblin’ me Richter.” He made a jerking off hand motion.
“I don’t mind if you do that Skip, just don’t try and force sex on me like you did earlier today.” She looked around her for prying ears, blocking her telepathy from even her pups. “Wanna hear a secret?”
“Sure!”
“I’m still a virgin too.” Technically, she wasn’t lying. Every time she had sex nowadays her hymen returned to normal and sealed shut. “Well, kind of! Ever since I evolved, I become a virgin all over again right after I get laid. Trust me it’s confusing me too. I feel like a kid myself now thanks to that modification.”
“That’s freaky! So, you’re not really a virgin, just...”
“Divine SINtervention, I suppose.”
“Can we at least masturbate together?”
“We’ll see. No promises! Just learn to be trustworthy. I like you as a, I was going to say human but I guess that’s not even a thing. I don’t know a lot about A’Bomi so finding trust has to be top priority.”
“Gotcha! Question? Does the girl with no arms or legs or tongue have a boyfriend?” Aurora heard Odessi giggling in her thoughts. So much for blocking out others.
“Don’t you even go after Odessi or I’ll make sure your box of rocks dumb you further that you might already be.”
“HEY! Don’t insult my rocks.”
“Hard not to.” She chuckled. “Tomorrow we cross that river.”
“Bridge building?”
“Worked for Moses in crossing the Red Sea.”
“Oh! That was a Gaiamancer too.”
“What?”
“Yeah, a Gaiamancer named Mah’Sohn who lived in Egypt split the Sea like a bridge for the Israelites. He was tired of the bullshit too.”
“No shit? That is fucking cool. Wait! Mah’Sohn... Mason?”
“We were the first architects of Earth.”
“I guess that had to start somewhere. Know anything about Oak Island, you being from Nova Scotia?”
“Sure do! He laughed. “I buried that treasure so deep they’ll never find it.”
“Who?”
“The Knights that left it.”
“Templars?”
“Uh huh!”
“Holy Grail? Ark of the Covenant?”
“Golden Fleece too. Those guys had all kinds of cool stuff. Mine now! Well, if I ever get home.”
“What happened to the Templars?”
“They sailed away. Not sure where to.”
“Wonder if Garameth knows where they went? I’m big on History even if I hardly know it all. It’s the whole circa time table that I can never figure out.”
“I knew of a shape changer once that could turn into a wolf. My sire told me of his childhood encounter. He had a super hot daughter that was albino I hear.”
