Chapter 4: It's True. Magic Plus Sex Equals Amazing Sex
Tags: Male Human (s), Group Sex, Orgy, Magic, Impregnate, Pregnant, Excessive Cum, Creampie, Anthro (s), Interspecies, Love, Intercourse, Breastfeeding, Lactating
Perhaps it was a few days later or a couple of years ago. Located one hundred kilometers away from the swampy lake was another section of pristine forests. This location was filled with trees similar to the great Sequoias of former Earth. Amongst these massive plants were the smaller cherry and mango hybrid fruit trees. The unique plants provided both sets of fruits for the wayward traveler to consume upon their desire.
Near one of these trees was that of a lonely human by the name of Cleiton. He had finished up taking a bite of one of the succulent cherries from the nearby plant. The taste was unique and sweet. He rubbed the long black hair that he had before he continued to move ahead through the great forested path.
"Incredible...," the man said to himself. "It's like every kilometer, and there are different fruits and vegetables to eat." His voice indicated a unique accent, and his shaven features marked him to be a man of former Brazil. Even his accent almost had the faint tone of Portuguese in it. However, the accent was also further muddled by the possible colony that he originated from. His complexion was somewhat tan, and he was lanky by appearance. He was not a muscle-bound character nor downright athletic. However, his facial features were quite handsome to some. He continued to walk forward in his nakedness.
Cleiton was somewhat bored, but he couldn't deny the walk was unadventurous. Even trekking through the area barefoot did nothing to harm his feet. The grass was smooth and soft to the touch. The man tried to look up as if he was looking for something.
"Ugh.....having a hard time seeing the pylons," the man lightly complained. He was standing in an open area where the beaming light of the New Olympian core illuminated. "These trees are blocking my sight of them. Wow, they are huge."
He kept moving forward. While it was easy to get lost in the Garden of New Olympia, it was bound for a person to find the great pylons to interact with eventually. Cleiton seemed to be at a point of giving up.
"It's all fine," he said to himself. "They said that most of the forest was uninhabited. I guess a day of wondering isn't always going to get you what you want."
He approached the base of one of the great Sequoia trees. Even if he had reached this location for the first time, the trees were nothing like he had ever seen before. He put his hand to the bark briefly before moving along.
"Almost as amazing as the great ice trees," he said.
He continued his trek for another ten minutes. He was debating if he was going to sit down and take a brief rest. Finally, something different started to appear before him. After he walked past another set of cherry and mango trees, he could hear the distant sounds of crashing waves. The line of the giant trees had ended. What lay in front consisted of shrubs, small trees, then sand. He had reached an area that led to an enormous lake.
The lake was an incredible sight to behold, but not necessarily because of the water. The massive clearing of obstructions provided a clear line of sight of New Olympia's interior. The lake was almost as large as Lake Huron of former Earth. While Cleiton couldn't see the entire section of it due to the monstrous size, he could see the brief outlines straight ahead of how far it went. New Olympia's extensive interior was curved, and the artificial light of the heavy core was nowhere intense as a star. The air was clear enough to provide a better visual range for human eyes to see. If he looked carefully enough, he could see a very brief side view of one of the small cities to his left, even if it was kilometers upon kilometers away.
Despite this, Cleiton didn't seem too pleased. He knew that he was near one of the boundary zones of the Garden of New Olympia. The great lake helped serve as a natural marker for the few travelers. He put his hands on his hips while looking at the clear pristine water waves splashing against the beach. Oddly, while there were plenty of beautiful scents, the lake had nothing. It seemed to have nothing that served of any particular interest besides the scenery.
"Ugh....," Cleiton groaned. "I've seen this lake before. Please don't tell me that I've been walking in circles."
He turned around and knew that the trees were different from what he had seen when he was teleported there.
"No, but I nearly did. I was walking south but slowly doubled back to the lake. Time to turn around."
Just as he was about to do that, he could hear the sound of something flying high above his head. He looked up to see that of a high-flying cylindrical vessel. It was barely visible, but it was a white vessel of some sort. It might have been one of the New Olympian dreadnoughts or, most likely, something smaller. It was so high that it was difficult to decipher anything else about it. Cleiton turned around and proceeded to head back into the wilderness.
This time, the man decided to head in a southwestern direction. Instead of heading directly away from the lake, he would head at a 45-degree angle away. This would help serve as a waypoint and decrease the likely chance of him reaching the lake again. The sounds of splashing waves of water were becoming less and less, till it was barely noticeable. Shrubs and small trees were blocking the view of the lake when he finally heard something that stuck out.
"Hmm....," he said. His ear tuned to the direction of the sound. The forest naturally consisted of the various small birds that lived in the woods. However, the auditory noise that they generated was nothing loud. It wasn't drowning out the other sound that was being created. It almost was that of......
"Moaning?" he questioned. "Hmm....,"
A part of him felt a wave of excitement that he might have finally found someone, but as he started to follow the source of the distant sound, he could decipher that it was moaning. It possibly sounded like that of a woman, but he was still too far away to tell the difference. He had a while to reach the area. Sets of small trees were still in the way, and he started to debate with himself.
"It's definitely moaning," he said. "Damn....finally found someone, and she's probably getting banged by some other man." He shook his head. "Not in the mood to be the second man getting serviced by some random woman."
Cleiton was slowly walking forward and put his hands to his hips. He had a distinguished frown on his face and wondered if the New Olympians were true to their word. There were generally more men in the UWA, and male bachelors were more common than ever.....at least from what he heard. But, even then, the stigma still remained. Were the New Olympians really that desperate to have humans move to their planet? His mind simply told him that it was best to move along and continue searching. It was best to give the lucky pair their privacy.
The moan was decipherable enough to sound like a young woman. Then, however, he swore he heard a squeaking sound. Even though he was still far from the commotion, it drew his attention again. He was near a set of bushes that was no more than 50 meters from the supposed activity.