Gaias Champion Ch 09

An inhuman roar sounded as the creature leapt at Jason, its claws unsheathed. They moved in a downward strike, ready to flay the man's skin from his bones. The strike never landed, as a bolt of energy that flew from Phalmina's outstretched hand intercepted the creature. The bolt caught the creature in the chest, sending it flying back into some bushes.

Jason had recovered by this point and had tapped into his Gaian power, letting it suffuse him with its life-giving energies. The creature had recovered quickly and charged at the lovers again, but Jason was ready this time. Thinking about what he wanted to happen, he poured his power into the thought and it became reality almost instantly.

Tree branches shot out from the nearby trees, wrapping themselves around its arms. At the same time, roots burst up from the ground, entangling and trapping its legs, tripping it up. The creature growled and screamed in frustration, as it tried to fight to free itself, but was soon wrapped and tied up as neatly as a fly in a spider's web.

"Nicely done, Jason!" Phalmina complimented him.

"Read about this sort of thing being done by fictional druids in some books. Thought it was plausible and just did it, hoping it would work," Jason replied with a grin.

"I'm going to have to read some of these books, to see what they know!" Phalmina said with surprise, before turning to the struggling creature. "Ah, this is a troll!"

"A troll? You mean trolls are real too?" Jason asked.

"I told you that all creatures that mankind thought of as myth and legend to be real. That means the less than savory types too, you know," she told in a schoolmarm voice. "Looks like it's gone feral though. Sadly, we will have to put it down, so it won't harm anyone else."

Mina then uncased her wings, letting them out of their confines. Jason was about to ask how they bypassed the shirt, when he saw two immaculate cuts in the fabric, which would allow her wings to pass through. Jason then turned back to the troll, embracing his power, following along with Mina and what she appeared to be doing. The troll stared at them in fear and started blubbering incoherently, which confused him and surprised Phalmina.

"What is it saying?"

"She is saying that she's sorry for attacking us. She didn't know that we were servants of Gaia and she begs for our forgiveness," Mina translated for him.

"Can she speak in a language that I can understand?" he wondered.

"Yes... I can. But my knowledge of use... is... limit?" the troll said, her speech slightly slurred due to her being wrapped up.

"Will you attack us, if I let you go?" he asked, being cautious.

"I will not. You are more than... able of destroying me if you... choose. I wish no harm upon you, Druid... or your fairy guide," the troll said. Nodding and accepting her answer, Jason reversed what he had done, the roots and branches going back to their proper places.

"You can speak English?" Jason wondered.

"I... can. My knowledge of your... language is... limited. It has been... a long time... since I spoke with... anyone," she replied haltingly.

"Why did you attack us?" Mina asked, thinking out loud.

"The... chase he gave... you. I thought he was... after you and... intended... harm," the troll replied.

"Well, he kind of did, but not the bad kind," Mina said with a blush. "What is your name?"

"My name... Xaera. What punishment must I... endure for offending you and the Druid?" she asked.

"Punishment?" Jason queried, weirded out by the archaic question.

"For attacking you and your... fairy guide. There is punishment for that?" Xaera asked.

"No, there won't be any punishment for that. You attacked out of concern for Phalmina and for that, I can't fault you. You can stand up if you like. I'm not mad," Jason assured the troll woman.

Blinking and shaking her head to be sure she hadn't misheard him, Xaera stood up, looking at the human man and his fairy companion. She took in their appearance, and they looked like normal humans and smelled like humans, mostly. Xaera mentally chastised herself for not smelling the fairy before she closed in. She knew that a fairy wouldn't put herself in harm's way like that.

"I'm glad to see that you haven't gone feral like I feared. There are precious few of Gaia's creatures awake in the world these days," Mina commented.

"And fewer Druids, like yours," Xaera stated, agreeing with the fairy woman.

"My name is Jason, by the way. Feel free to call me by it if you like," Jason told Xaera.

Her jaw dropped open, being addressed by the Druid so openly! She blushed, mumbling a thank you for that invitation to speak to him as such! Xaera also felt a little warm under the rags she wore, as the Druid's presence was having an unintended effect on her.

"I caught a bit of an accent there in your words. Where are you from?" Phalmina asked, ever the inquisitive one.

Xaera opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by a deep rumbling that sounded from her. The troll woman looked away from the couple, her skin flushing from a bright blue to a deep cobalt. Jason looked around, Gaian power flaring in his hands.

"Are there other trolls nearby?" Jason asked warily.

"No, it's just me here," Xaera whispered, still hiding her face.

"Jason, put that away! That growl was her stomach!" Mina said to him, exasperated.

"That was her stomach??"

"Doesn't your stomach growl when it hasn't been fed properly?" the copper-haired woman asked him.

"Yeah, but not that loud!" Jason admitted.

"You poor baby! When was the last time you had a decent meal?" Mina asked, walking up to Xaera, soothing her.

"It's been... years. I have had to make do with what I can find... which isn't much... right now. The berry bushes are... gone. I survive mostly on... garbage," Xaera said, shamefaced.

"That's something that needs to be fixed! Jason, we need to get this woman some food, now!" Mina told him.

"If that sound is anything to go by, she needs something substantial! What do trolls eat?" Jason asked.

"Meat mostly. Raw is what Trolls eat, but I like mine... cooked, but... not too much," she replied. "I also like... fruit and vegetables... more than most trolls."

"Hmm. Sounds like some burgers and fries could be in order. Mina, do you think you could find your way back to my apartment while I get the food?" Jason requested.

"Hah! That's easy!" she said while giving the man the 'Do I look like an idiot?' glare. "Your apartment was the first place I looked when I came down to find you. That was before I came down to where you worked."

"All right, then. Could you take Xaera back there and wait for me there? Shouldn't take over thirty minutes to get the food and be back there," he told her.

"Sure! Would you mind grabbing me a side of onion rings while you're at it?" she asked with a cute pout.

"No worries. How will you and Xaera get there without being spotted though? You can blend in, but a blue-skinned woman like Xaera? She'll stand out," he asked.

In response, Mina waved her hands, calling up the green energies of Gaia. She then directed them at Xaera, who immediately shrank in size. The troll woman squeaked in surprise at this and continued to shrink until she was about an inch tall. Mina then replicated the motions and cloaked the energy over herself, and she shrank. Mina kept going until she was maybe two inches tall, standing over Xaera.

"This is how!" she said in a singsong voice while giggling.

Jason chuckled and promised to bring the food while it was still hot. He walked out of the secluded spot and out of the park as Phalmina picked up Xaera and carried her while she flew. Jason saw the streak that was the Gaian women and laughed to himself as he picked up the pace. He drew from his Gaian powers, granting him enhanced speed and endurance, so he could get home faster than any bus could manage.

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Elizabeth and Eva came apart, both women sweaty and disheveled from their lesbian fuck session. The two of them just finished a second round of groundbreaking sex and were good to go for a third round soon. They had been celebrating Eva's new job as a florist's assistant. It wasn't much, but it was a start as it was something and something was better than nothing.

Both women lay there, breathing heavily with exertion as they let their bodies calm down. Eva's smile was so radiant, that it almost looked to be a permanent fixture on her face. She then grunted and groaned as she sat up. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek before crawling out of bed.

Elizabeth just lay there as Eva left the room, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss. She soon heard the water running and knew that Eva had gone to take herself a shower. She chuckled to herself, knowing that both she and Eva would be all sweaty again. She would have joined her right then, opting for a hot shower session, but Elizabeth's stomach had other ideas.

Standing up, she took one of her robes from the hooks on the back of her door, before heading downstairs. As she descended, Elizabeth notice Amy sitting her armchair, with a book in her hand. Once she got closer, she noticed that it was of Eva's romance novels and chuckled. She walked into the kitchen, taking some strawberries from the fridge, before washing and dumping them into a bowl.

She walked on out and saw that Amy hadn't gotten up from the chair. Her eyes were firmly glued to the pages in front of her. Elizabeth drew near and noted that there were some other items on the coffee table. Namely, a mug full of steaming tea, a pair of books stacked atop of each other, and a few girlie toys.

"Good book?" Elizabeth asked, smirking.

"Yes, it is! I'd say it's as good as the time you and my mom were having just a few minutes ago," Amy said coyly. Elizabeth blushed hard, blood filling her face until she was as red as a tomato.

"You, uh... heard all of that?"

"Your screaming was likely heard by the whole neighbourhood," Amy snickered. "Hell, I'm half surprised we didn't have people banging down the door, asking us to be quiet!"

"I do not scream!" Elizabeth retorted indignantly.

"Yeah, you did. Though I'm pretty sure it wasn't just you doing the screaming. I'm sure that my mom joined you in that. More than once," Amy said with a sweet smile.

"OK. Maybe I screamed a little," Elizabeth mumbled while blushing again.

"Every second was clear as day and it's given me a few ideas of things I want to try out," Amy replied huskily.

"Oh ho! Please, do tell!" Elizabeth enthused. Amy went into detail about some ideas she had, voicing them out loud. Elizabeth had to admit that they all sounded good! If she was being honest with herself, she was getting a bit hot under the collar. As Amy went on, Elizabeth's desire came back full bore and she knew that she'd be paying Eva a visit in the shower for sure!

"That's all... wow! But it sounds like we'd have to have a man involved in some of it," Elizabeth stated.

"Of course! This whole idea is to literally fuck Jason stupid," Amy said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, I am so down for that! That man has worn us out every time so far! I think it's time that we wear his ass out so he can barely stand, much less walk!" Elizabeth said, grinning.

"It's not just him that will be worn out like this. You're going to get such treatment too. In fact, you're first!" Amy giggled. This admission had Elizabeth groan in lust as imagined all the fun and naughty things they'd do.

"Well, we're going to have to stop by a few specific stores before we ambush the man. Get him worked into such a lustful frenzy that he will have no choice but to go bonkers on us!" Elizabeth enthused.

"What kinds of stores?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," Elizabeth said with a wink before heading upstairs, snacking on her strawberries. Amy really wanted to badger the woman about where they'd be going, but let it be. Elizabeth hadn't disappointed thus far, and Amy trusted her on this.

Amy heard the door open and a feminine squeal sounded before it was abruptly cut off. The door closed just then, and Amy knew that Elizabeth had walked in on her mom showering. She shook her head and imagined the hot shower tryst that was happening right now.

She couldn't help but wonder what it was like for Elizabeth, who was fucking both her and her mom. Her friend had a young and vital woman in Amy, but also had an older and... MILF version of her in Eva. Forbidden thoughts wandered into Amy's mind and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with her mom.

Though it was incest, technically, nothing would come of it, if it happened. Strangely enough, Amy found herself getting turned on by the idea and looked to the table next to her. Several toys were standing there, almost begging to be used and some of which looked appealing in that moment.

Amy put down her book, having already finished a very racy part in it, which left her warm and gooey. Thoughts of her mother added fuel to that already burning fire, stoking it into a blaze. Slowly, she peeled off the leggings she was wearing, letting them slide off her. Her thong went with it, and she could feel the heat steaming from her nethers.

She touched herself and found that she wasn't only wet, but to the point where she was dripping! Casting aside all forms of caution and pretense, Amy reached for a large pink vibrator with a silicon skin over it and turned it on. She gently placed it over her puffy lips, the jolt of the vibrations sending her nerves into overdrive.

Though it was so very good, Amy knew that it would not be enough. With her free hand, she took a thicker vibrator, a meaty blue one and turned it to its lowest setting. With how slick her folds already were, the toy parted them and entered her honey pot without issue. She let her thoughts run rampant as they sent her careening down the path to total bliss and Amy knew that it would be a long night.

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Across the city, in an upper crust neighbourhood decorated with lavish mansions, Amy's father and brother pulled up to the most lavish one on the block. The gate's intercom buzzed, asking who the men were, and why they were there. Wayne spoke as it was his place to do so.

"Two Sons have arrived. We are here to speak of the past and ascertain the future," Wayne said authoritatively.

The gate buzzed once again, unlocking and opening, giving the men passage through. Wayne drove the car up the driveway, stopping at the front door. He stepped out, then handed the keys to a man who waited there, and who was dressed like a servant. He meekly took them and walked to the driver's side, while another such man opened Darren's door for him.

Darren stepped out, smiling as he felt that he was being treated as he was due. He stepped up next to his father, and they walked in the front door together. Another servant waited for them there, taking their coats before bustling off with them. Both men ascended a lavish marble staircase, to a landing where several other men waited.

Darren noted several of his friends there and went to speak with them before they were called in. Wayne did likewise and started a few conversations with men he knew from the church. They had spoken for maybe five minutes before another man, this one dressed much like they were, opened a large ornate door where they all waited.

"The Pope has convened the meeting and you are all instructed to attend," the man told them all solemnly.

As one, the men and boys nodded and entered the door, walking past the man as he held the door open. The room they walked into looked like a medieval boardroom, with a large ornate table and chairs that matched it. Tapestries and relics from ages past decorated the room, making it feel as though they had stepped back in time. Every man and their son took chairs next to each other and stood next to them, waiting.

Once every man was present, the man who held open the door for them walked back into the room and headed for a door opposite the first. He opened it and walked through the portal, before emerging a few minutes later. Only when he came back, he was helping an elderly man with walking into the room and to the table.

The man looked to be old, almost impossibly old, but no one truly knew for sure. He had been the leader and Pope of their order for some time. Despite his decrepit body, his eyes shone with the intelligence and curiosity of a young man. Leaning on an old and gnarled cane as he walked, he came to the head of the table and was seated. The moment he was in his chair, one by one, everyone else sat down, as their rank denoted.

"I am glad to see that everyone has come to this meeting of the Council of Elders. Welcome, Sons of Caesar. May the wisdom of Caesar never fail!" he intoned.

"May the wisdom of Caesar never fail," the men repeated after him.

"Before we get to business, I must say I am saddened to see that there are so few of us left. Have you all not tried to recruit more into our order?" the old man asked.

"We have made efforts, my Pope, but with the way the world is turning with women becoming empowered as they are, it is proving more difficult each year," Wayne told him.

"It's a pity that we couldn't get to those overseas who are a part of ISIS. Their views would make them excellent candidates to join our order, your Holiness," Paul, Chad's father, replied.

"They would be, if it weren't for the fact that they are so horribly addicted to their holy scriptures. The truth would either crush them or set them against us and we have too many enemies as it is," Wayne told him.

"Granted, but we need to look into alternatives for our order, or risk it becoming defunct here," Paul stated.

"That is something that I will not allow to happen. Cleric Paul, you will begin scouting those who share our ideologies, but do not approach them yet. I want full comprehensive backgrounds on anyone you think might be a viable candidate," the Pope told him.

"Holiness, I mean no disrespect, but are we to invite unbelievers to this table then?" Bruce, another Cleric, asked.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, once they witness the raw power that we wield, they will understand and become believers themselves," the Pope told him. This answer seemed to pacify the man, and he sat there, contemplating the idea of it.

"Now, to the matter at hand. High Cleric Wayne, I believe that you have some trouble in your own home?" the Pope asked.

"Yes, Holiness. My wife, Eva, and my daughter, Amelia, have left my home. I have tried tracking them, but to no avail. Everything that we had on their electronics was circumvented and they are currently lost," Wayne reported. This admission was met with a series of shocked looks and disbelieving outcries.

"How is this possible?" Bruce asked.

"Are you not able to track them through the Link?" Paul asked.

"I have tried to do this and even attempted to Compel my wife to return home. But my link to her is... weakened to the point of... fracture," Wayne elaborated.

"That's impossible! How could a Link become fractured?" Paul worried.

"Through an intense connection to someone else, or with powerful magic. Those are the only two ways known," the Pope declared confidently, but even his voice was tinged with worry.

"I am working on locating them and restoring our Link, though it might require the ritual once again," Wayne stated.

"You were warned that the woman was powerful and keeping her under control was your duty!" the Pope berated.

"It was and is, but I fear she may have had help in breaking the Link," Wayne replied.

"How so?"

"Chad?" Wayne asked, and the boy stood up.

"As you all know, the High Cleric and now the Pope, have given their blessing to marry Amelia to me. Like her mother, she has a power which can be tapped into, but it must be done carefully. I had heard through the mundane members of the church that she was off camping with some friends," the boy stated. There were some mumblings among the men, but Chad kept going.