"Ready Skip?" Aurora Dawson rubs her palms together briskly with anticipation.
"You bet your green glowing..."
"You best be thinking the word palms, and not the slapping on kind." Aurora winced at the youthful A'Bomi lad who looked as if a 12-year-old in appearance. Skip's obvious choice of eye contact was on her perfect and quite naked ass and delicious thigh gap. Noting the friction of her massaging palms turning green she made a point to shut him down.
"You may be 222 years old Skipper but I can still wash your mouth out with soap Old Boy. If we had soap that is!" She corrected herself then grimaced at an odor surrounding everyone within distance. "God we all smell like fish from the river. At least the road dust is off of our asses though."
"You can talk about asses and I can't?" He stepped next to her then one step back to whistle at her butt cheeks. "Not touching... just licking my lips."
"As long as they're not my lips Codger!" Aurora Dawson chuckled running her green hued right hand through the A'bomi Gaiamancer's hair. Even though he was 190 plus years older than Aurora due to his breed he still looked and acted like a child to her. He adored her for more than just a lustful thrill, even though he had stepped over boundaries in his long time stuck here alone in whatever era it was. Even as old as he truly was, he was hardly sexually active. Virgin perhaps! Just his luck!
"Come on Aurora it's impossible not to look at you. At least I'm behaving and not trying to tap dat ass still. Unless... you're changing your mind?" He wiggled his brows up at her and wagged his tongue.
"Not gonna happen. Don't go letting me distract you from your work. Check it out on your own time Geezer. Just don't touch. By the way I can see how edgy you are at my green palms going through your hair. You're magic based so don't go getting a receding hairline on my account." He loved how funny she was even under tension. Skip was well aware how deadly her touch could be to living creatures that had no magic involved in their DNA. At least what he had witnessed thus far. A certain horse she accidently patted was still alive, no explanation as to how, but she was grateful to not have harmed it. "Ready Skippy?"
"One bridge over troubled waters coming up." He chuckled and stretched his muscles via concentration, those within his mind, his body was spindly and lank. From beneath the river bed he dislodged bedrock, creating bubbles and froth, fish swimming by darting for deeper water. Rising to the surface the muddy bedrock mounded up for as far as the eye could see. With the river extraordinarily wide at two miles across by the looks of proximation the bedrock made it a dam. Which meant the water was going to rise all around them.
While Skip began hand gestures that sculpted the mounds into a flattened surface, he needed an assist to prevent tidal catastrophe. "Add to it my Pretty Protégé. You make a coastal wall. The hills around us here rise up to both sides of us but along the shore line we're going to get wet if we don't sandbag it. I do make you wet, right?" He smirked at Aurora, she knew he was talking dirty about her being wet because of his immense power and ego.
Digging her feet in, legs parted as if seeking leverage Aurora Dawson orchestrated her own hand motions and began curling up the ground along the stretch of beach. The uprooted soil conceived a ten foot tall wall that prevented flooding at their feet. To the Roman soldiers behind them it was a feat designed by Gods. Even Aurora's ancient wolf pack admired the handiwork of their Den Mother and this youthful elder. Wielding forces that were incomprehensible was breathtaking. She was giddy at her achievement, still finalizing her sculptures. Skip the sly snuck behind her and knelt down just enough to look up between her thighs at her clam, which breathed at bit in her stretching about as if some sorcerer casting a spell. Saliva dripping the heard a growl and felt a heated exhale on his neck. Swallowing dryly he stood up and turned to see a curling snout and grumpy eyes. Garameth the Ghost especially worried that Aurora's powers were becoming too much for her had her back. She might let her adaptation powers consume her someday. This annoying little man was just to mischievous and needed to be watched.
Up on a hilltop at a safe distance General Calahaus stood with the other's of the pack. To his opposite side, his youngest soldier Amoreus stood with his back to the banks so that his limbless burden Odessi Kilpatrick could witness the event with awe. The Roman soldiers themselves were divided on whether to watch the land continuing to erupt or focus on Aurora's perfect ass. Either way they were pondering on building a statue of their new Goddess but in the end none of them were artistic. Her perfect body in it's stance was all the statue they required. That and her slightly dangling labia through the part in her thighs, statues always added extra features. Harmless enough! Goddess yes, respect tedious. They were men after all.
"Well, I'll be a puddle of mud in the Sahara." Just below the hilltop Mathias Longfellow aka Yukon growled looking from side to side at Aurora's first real large scale attempt at masonry. Building their shelters last night was mostly on Skip's talents, but a bridge the length of the Golden Gate in San Francisco, possibly longer even was beyond remarkable. Not only that but a humongous wall holding the river back from a tsunami that could easily have swept away everyone here? "Yep! Just pissed on that sand dune. Den Momma is coming right along."
"Who would have thought our beautiful Isolationist would grow up to be so majestic." The shape changer Boogie aka Jean-Paul Boutcher of France questioned, "A week ago she was throwing snowballs at us for amusement. Then that damned plane crash happened."
"Everything happens for a reason." Blue Eyes, aka Blue, aka Dashiell Corisante also of France from the 16th. century added.
"At least she's alive." Lingo dubbed in, "I'd miss her scratching my belly... in wolf form. Nothing creepy!" As if that wasn't.
"Look at that, A'Bomi Boy busted up boulders to make the bridge flat enough the horses can cross." Orion found respect. "Kid... has talent. I wonder if he'd sculpt me a bust? In my Hercules form flexing my moustache."
"I don't trust him. If anything, he's going to build these here Roman's a lot of tombstones without names." Kyoot worried. Kyoot aka Kierron McDougal had a strong sense of dread, he being of Irish upbringing, his accent long gone over the hundreds of years living in North America.
"Like us, he's immortal." Boogie reminded them, "The Roman's aren't. He can't kill us, we can't hurt him. But the General's posse? Doomed at some point."
Canuck stepped up from a walk along the ridge keeping track of any Troll activity after their recent battle. "Let's just hope Odessi or Aurora's visions warn them ahead of time if the kid ever decides to betray our kindness."
"Leaving your watch Soldier?" Orion growled.
"Bosco's still up topside scoping the terrain. I wanted to watch the current swell. You know that wall won't last forever. We have maybe three hours to cross before the dike is over taken. Might be a different story if the river was smaller."
"General Calahaus is thinking the same thing." Blue pointed with his snout toward the hill overlooking chaos. "I can hear him barking commands to mount up and be ready to move."
"Then so should we." Mathias grumbled, "Garameth is looking our way. He knows we're eavesdropping."
Orion turned away and headed down toward Aurora and Skip, "Time to sink or swim Brother's."
"Rather walk!" Mathias scoffed, "Had my bath yesterday." He and the rest of his pack followed the larger wolf. Orion was known for charging into battle. While this was not any such war, just he in the lead was worthy of noting his past. Reason being he chose to forsake his original scrawny form to become a much larger man, in the end wolf when not set in his place by Garameth.
Finishing up their bridge sculpting Aurora dusted her hands off smiling, "This is fun. Thanks for educating me on my groundbreaking." Patting Skip on the shoulder she pulls him to her hip like a true Mother and stared out at their achievement with pride. "We make a pretty good team Skipper." Basking under her shadow Skip cast his much smaller arm around her bare ass and hugged her backside. At her seven-foot height compared to his 4'8 it was obvious there was no arm around her shoulder. Admiring their finished work Aurora felt Skip's hand lower to palm her ass cheek, even if he was playing it cool by pointing out where they could add support. Letting him have his way, she felt it harmless enough to cut him some slack as long as he didn't... he did.
