Guardian

This is the second chapter of the novel, Guardian. If you have not, please read the first chapter of Guardian. It will help in following the story line.

I self-check, so any mistakes are mine. I am aware of a few I made in Chapter One. Wherever there is the word Ara, it should be AAIB. I do not know at this time if it is possible to make corrections without resubmitting. If it is not possible I may sometime in the future resubmit Chapter One.

All characters sexually involved are eighteen years of age.

Your comments are much appreciated. Please let me know your likes and dislikes.

Thank you in advance.

LIVE LARGE!!!

Bocur

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Guardian Ch. 02

Joy giggled, snuggling close as I carried her to the bed, laying her down, her flame red hair fanning out over the comforter.

Straightening, I stepped back to shed my clothes and froze in wonder at the enthralling vision of flawless skin and striking beauty, a perfectly sculpted work of art.

Her large, full, breasts proudly swelled, capped by half dollar sized dark areola, supporting fat, long pink nipples. Wide hips flared from a narrow waist, tapering to long, shapely legs, taut and contoured, rising again to connect with her torso forming a small open triangular space.

Above was her beautiful, hairless pussy, a perfect peach with the gentle swell of the mons, cleft by a large outer labia. Near the top, a large rose-colored clit extended beyond with its svelte hood and pretty swollen pink inner lips peeked through the slit.

She was everything desirable in a woman, a mixture of raw sexuality, poise, grace, innocence, wantonness and beauty beyond imagination.

Perfection exemplified, at least in my opinion.

Coming out of my trance, induced by her magnificence, in record time, I removed my clothes joining her in bed.

I started to kiss my way down her body, stroking as I went, but Joy stopped me.

She urgently pleaded, "Please Master consummate our union. I want to make love to you for hours and we shall, but first we need to bond, our energies to meld. Which can only be accomplished during our shared orgasms."

Spreading her long legs wide, she pulled me between them. I did not resist and my turgid cock found the entrance to her hot, wet chasm, redolent with a sweet musky aroma of arousal. Mewling she thrust her pelvis up and my dick plunged into the volcanic, silky wetness of her pussy.

I pumped in and out of Joy's warm, tight channel, to her moans of pleasure.

As her climax neared, she was surrounded a deep electric blue glow, spreading to envelope me. I quickly reaching a breaking point, one I couldn't delay, and spewing a torrent of sperm as she also peaked.

The blue aura surrounding us deepened to dark cobalt and remained.

For the first time ever I lost conscious from the ecstasy, collapsing on Joy.

I don't know how long I was out, moments or minutes, but was still on top of Joy, her arms around me, when I regained awareness.

I lay between her legs, my shriveled dick brushing her pussy. My torso resting against hers, slightly angled, with my chin on her shoulder and lips against her neck.

I raised up, starting to roll off her, apologizing, "Sorry."

Her arms went around my neck, pulling me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist, holding me in place.

"Nothing to be sorry for Master. You feel so good. You are so good!"

"I'm too heavy to be laying on you."

"Do not worry. Your weight is inconsequential. I'm much stronger than I appear," She assured.

Raising her head, pressing her lips firmly to mine, she passionately kissed me, deeply, tenderly and intensely intimate.

I sucked on her lower lip, nibbling, pulling it, before I broke the kiss expressing, "You are so very beautiful. Thank you Joy, it was wonderful."

I said giving her a gentle kiss, "It is heaven laying here with you, but nature calls and if I don't make it to the commode soon there's going to be a wet mess."

She released her hold answering, "I understand and thank you for our joining. It was my pleasure. I look forward to the next time with great anticipation."

Chuckling, I informed, heading toward the bathroom, "Me too but it will not be anytime soon. Along with frequent bathroom visits, age has considerably lengthened my recovery time."

70+ year old men, even those in good health, require an extended period before performing again, even with the encouragement of a very sexy woman.

After taking care of the pressing kidney business and washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror, fat, old and gray.

*What in the world does a beautiful young woman want with me?*

I returned to the bedroom where Joy still reclined, seductively waiting, naked on the bed.

In my opinion a naked woman is the pinnacle beauty and Joy was incomparable.

My will and want was great, but my body was failing. I was tired, much more than usual.

With the auction and my time with Joy, I badly needed rest. In addition to my exhaustion I felt strange. I could not pinpoint what was different but something had changed.

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over kissing Joy, stroking her hair with one hand while caressing her fantastic body with the other.

"Beautiful I'd love to continue but am un-able. I'm worn to a nub and feel odd. I could be coming down with something. I need to rest and sleep."

She grabbed my wandering hand, pressing it between her breasts while brushing my cheek with the other.

"Sleep Master. Lay beside me, I hold you will you do. It is alright, you are all right. The peculiar feeling you are experiencing is your transformation working. When you wake I'll be here and your transformation complete."

*Transformation?*

I did not understand what she meant, but exhaustion prevented my questioning.

I stretched out on the bed on my back and she rolled on her side, her head on my shoulder, arm across my chest and leg across mine.

Even with this lovely, desirable woman draped over me, my eyelids weighed heavy and in a few minutes I was out.

When I surfaced again, eyes closed, all my senses were elevated in acute clarity.

I was instantly aware of Joy lying next to me, touching.

I recalled the sphere events and knew with absolute certainty, (no idea how), that it was going on 9 am the next morning.

This by itself was cause for wonder. An early riser from my youth and with age and declining health, even more so. I could not remember the last time I had slept this late, if ever.

An amazing realization registered.

My constant nagging pains were absent, and feeling pressure in my groin I realized it was a rigid morning woody, the first in many years.

Opening my eyes I turned my head to gaze into Joy's warm, emerald eyes brimming with adoration and love.

She smiled, shifting, kissing me softly, saying, "Morning Master."

"Good morning. How are you Joy?"

"I'm wonderful! How are you?"

"I feel great but badly need to pee," I said, reluctantly pulling away to rise, quickly going to the bathroom.

I was surprised at the ease which this was accomplished, moving swiftly and smoothly. Usually getting out of bed was a slow, deliberate, uncomfortable endeavor. My body stiff, sore with aches and pains did not want to cooperate.

Pressing my stiff cock down I managed to direct a heavy stream in the toilet bowl, thinking it felt and appeared as if I had increased in girth and length.

I had always been well endowed, not porn star status, but above average....now!

This brought another change to my attention. I had no hair above my dick! I was smooth as a baby's behind!

*Had Joy shaved me while I slept?*

A pussy, any pussy, even one partially hidden by a bush, was a joy to behold, fondle, eat and fuck and when lucky enough be in close contact, I never turned one away because they were hairy.

With this given, I always preferred women to be clean shaven.

When it happened, about one out of every four women, my pleasure increased significantly.

Last night I could not help noticing Joy's lovely pussy was smooth and bald as if it never had hair. I now wondered if it because of my perception of a perfect woman she had transformed this way. If so I was thankful.

But I never had gone glabrous. Never wanted to or even thought about it.

Finished I went to the sink to wash my hands and received another shock.

A huge one!

The person's reflection presented was not the man I viewed in the mirror the previous night or for a long time. It was me, but as I was fifty years ago, a mature, 220 pounds of sharply defined muscles.

My military brush cut, which I had kept through the years, was the shiny raven black of my youth.

Through military service I did not have a mustache but had grown one, when I retired from the Army, which looked like Tom Selleck's. I had bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes, and was hirsute. During my prime by the end of the day, the morning shave would turn into a dense dark shadow. The hair on my arms, arm pits, back of the hands and fingers, shoulders, chest, stomach, back, groin, ass, legs, feet and toes was thick.

Yesterday my hair had been grey.

I gazed, mesmerized at the image in the mirror. I was cut, with a pronounced six pack, with at least an 8 inch dick dangling limply between my legs and completely hairless, except for my brush cut, eyebrows and eyelashes even though my eyebrows were not as heavy.

Joy spoke, standing naked in the doorway, "Master your transformation is complete. This is how you will remain forever if you are satisfied. You can change If and when you prefer."

She moved behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, pressing her heavy breasts against my back, and laying her cheek on my shoulder after giving it a kiss.

She commented, looking at my image in the mirror, "So virile and sexy. Your slave loves her handsome Master. You no longer have your mustache, but may make it reappear if you want. Just concentrate on it."

My dick, which had gone limp after relieving the piss pressure, was instantly an easy 10 inch fat ramrod.

"No I like it. I have been thinking about shaving it off. I will not have to shave again?"

"Not unless you deliberately want to grow a beard. You can change your looks, becoming taller, shorter, heavier, lighter, hair color and length. The choice is yours."

"What do you prefer? I want to please you."

"What I like or prefer is not important. But thank you for your consideration. And in accordance to your request yesterday, I truly love you as you are and will love anyway you appear. It does not matter to me, I just love you Master."

I turned in her hold and grasping her plump shapely buttocks, kissing her upturned lips, my stiff cock sliding between her legs, rubbing her moist pussy.

"Beautiful I want to take you back to bed and make love to you, but we have to talk. I need to get a handle on this transformation thing. And as much as I love seeing you naked it is too much of a distraction. Please get dressed."

Smiling seductively, she stepped back, asking, "What would you like me to wear?"

*She made her clothes disappear last night. Maybe... a thick bathrobe?*

Instantly her beautiful body was clothed in a plush white robe.

"Does this meet your expectations?"

"Yes very good. I need to get dressed too."

As I finished speaking I was wearing a large robe matching hers.

Satisfied, I said, "This will do."

Before I could say anything further my stomach growled loudly and I realized I was famished, having not eaten since breakfast yesterday.

I told Joy, "I need coffee and something to eat."

"Breakfast is ready on the bar Master." She stated, taking my hand, leading me to the kitchenette.

Arrayed over the bar was my favorite breakfast, sunny side up eggs, bacon, biscuits and a cup of steaming coffee.

*How did she know?*

*I have your memories from the analysis.*

"I can hear you without you speaking."

*We do not need to verbalize to communicate.*

*Hmm..., Alright.*

There was only one place setting on the bar and I verbally questioned, "You're not eating?"

I immediately thought, *Telepathy will take some getting use to*

"Not an issue. Although I have a fully functional digestive track and can eat, I do not need sustenance. I will eat if you want me to. Do you?"

"Only if you want."

*I wonder...,*

*Yes Master. If I eat or drink I will dispel the waste by going to the bathroom and peeing or pooping. Otherwise that bodily function is inactive. I occasionally need a small amount of fluids to keep me producing fluids, lubrication or tears. This can be accomplished by the transference of your body fluids, semen, when we copulate and your spit when we kiss. Hopefully these will be frequent enough that I shall not need to drink anything. Even in the event these were completely absent, my body would function without issue.*

*It shall never be an issue, but you never need to unless you want," I promised, assuring, drawing her to me and giving a very wet French kiss.

She tasted so sweet, passionately moaning, as our darting tongues explored each other's mouth.

Separating I asked, *How was that?*

She huskily responded, face flushed, *SO GOOD! Please continue anytime Master.*

*DEFINITELY!*

*WONDERFUL!*

With mouth-watering food aromas wafting, my stomach rumbled again.

I said, "Now I need to eat to replenish my energy."

As I dug into the delicious meal, Joy announced, "You no longer need to take nutrients into your body to sustain energy and life. We are bonded, inseparable. My energy, from the Brae, is inexhaustible, and so is yours, drawn from me."

"I do not have to eat to survive?"

"I am immortal and as such so are you, regardless whether you eat or not."

*Immortal?!!*

*Yes Master.*

*If I don't have to eat, why am I hungry?*

*Your body is not yet familiar with the new reality. You enjoy the taste of food and drink and may want to continue indulging but it is not nutrient necessary.*

In the future I may decide to eat only occasionally but coffee? No way! I would continue to drink the hot, black, strong brew, often.

Joy sat watching me as I ate and drank my coffee, answering my questions.

She explained we were eternally connected. Our bonding infused me with her energy and vicariously that of the Brae.

Through this source I was rejuvenated to an optimum physical condition, greatly enhanced over my original young body, and medically perfect.

I would remain this way forever.

I remembered the changes I had seen earlier in the bathroom mirror.

When my mission was complete and if I wanted, the Brae would transport Joy and I to a beautiful, virgin, uninhabited planet in their dimension to live the Life of Riley in paradise.

I had expanded mental capabilities and instant access to unlimited knowledge. All the information on the World Wide Web, WWW, was available and even more, the Brae knowledge. Earth's internet information was just a drop in the Brae ocean.

Not only could I recall all this information but could understand, deduce, speculate, extrapolate, conclude, decide and act on it.

I had extraordinary powers, in addition to the increased physical abilities far beyond previous, I was able to perform paranormally, telepathy, telekinesis, and materialization, to name a few.

With Joy's instruction, guidance and support, over the next few days, weeks or months I would become familiar with and use all my abilities.

I questioned my mission and she suggested I research, via Brae information.

Following instructions given by Joy on how to accomplish this I was able to get details.

The Brae, in addition to observing their Earth experiment, kept tabs on this dimension's universe, specifically the Milky Way galaxy. There were thousands of sentient life forms across its vast expanse, ranging from primitive to advanced and pacific to bellicose.

All of the sentient beings currently capable of space travel were decades or more from contact with Earth except for one, the Koogar, an extremely militant race.

Large, voracious, bipedal, with reptilian features, the Koogar had conquered, enslaving or annihilating several of the less advanced worlds in their scope of travel.

If the Koogar continued on their current space exploration, in the next 2 or 3 years they would reach Earth.

If their past actions were repeated, they would wage vicious war and at this time Earth, with its current technology level, would not be victorious.

The Brae, even with the specter of Koogar's manifest destruction, would not become actively involved. Like they had done numerous times in the past, they would provide indirect help.

A recent example of such influence was man's tentative going into space. In less than a 100 years, man went from horses as a common means of transportation to putting a person on the moon.

Passively, individual's, like Tesla, Einstein and von Braun, and many other of the great minds were infused with ideas and concepts to help man journey into space.

But since NASA's Apollo program, the struggle to conquer space had stagnated, with no significant advancements.

Now with Artemis program, through passive visions, dreams and ideas given to a number of people around the world, in different scientific fields, hopefully will germinate. This effort would produce fruit to prepare Earth to repel and defeat any space marauders, while exploring the wonders and vastness of space.

Sadly Earth would not be ready for the Koogar. Like lambs to slaughter they would be decimated. It probably was a minimum of a century from this time and place to where they could even began to protect themselves from hostile space invaders.

This where I come in, what my mission was, Earth's protector, its guardian. In a covert role I would be Earth's defense.

The only one receiving an AAIB, I was to captain a spaceship, standing in the breach against the coming horde.

Giving my military and police experience, it was a position of which I was familiar and comfortable.

The spaceship was parked on the far side of the moon, invisible and undetectable, whose defensive and offensive capabilities were far superior to anything Koogar could field.

I was going to have to master all the ship's operations and be able to handle them in battle conditions seamlessly.

I would need to become expert in the Koogar strengths and weaknesses, their armor, weapons and tactics.

All this would take time, many tests flights and shakedowns.

Once I was comfortable with my transformed self and new abilities, Joy and I would transport to the starship.

I would begin my course of study in becoming a journeyman starship captain.

The Brae had set this plan in motion years before, sending the sphere containing the AAIB, who would become Joy to the Earth dimension, to seek out a qualified recipient.

Time passed with no human meeting the established criteria from those who came in contact with sphere.

With time running out the Brae were almost ready to disregard the failsafe criteria and run the risk of allowing someone who may ultimately use their powers for personal gain, to access the sphere.

Although not used in ages, there was always the Jing.

Then I entered, stage right, purchasing the contents of storage unit #53, which included the sphere and the Brae's plan was back on track.

According to Joy I met all the criteria and was more than willing to be active participant in Brae's plan for the salvation of Earth.

Leaving my current life behind would not present a problem.

An orphan, I had no family. Annie and I were never blessed with children and all of her relatives were deceased. All my few friends had passed away. The closest people in my life were a few distant acquaintances.