Heart of Stone (12 page)

Tyra gulped then steeled herself,
she’d do anything for Simon and Thex, even if it took her life.
“Whatever is required. May I ask you to watch over my men after I’m
gone.”

The Goddess walked up to Tyra and
stroked her face. “That goes without saying daughter mine. Now take
your top off and lie down before you fall.”

Tyra did as asked. The Goddess placed
her hand over Tyra’s heart for a moment, making some kind of
connection. Then her hand sank through Tyra’s tissues, straight
into her heart.

John was gobsmacked but watched frozen
in place. He had given his word of honour not to interfere. Tyra
lay as if dead while the Goddess rose up, her hand covered in
blood. She walked to the stone and chanted words in some language
he’d never heard before. His mind, however, seemed to know what was
being said, something like “Heart of stone, by love be free”. He
couldn’t believe it when the stone seemed to shimmer and a man fell
to the ground, unconscious. The Goddess then turned and walked
right up to him, placing a bloody hand on his brow.

“
John Samuels, you saved my
son and his mates...be blessed!” She then placed a silver skull
ring on his finger and simply disappeared.

Tyra was happy. If this was heaven it
was real good. She was snuggled up against Simon. She knew his
scent, a scent of leather and sin. Oscar was snuggled against her
tummy and purring.

She snapped awake and peered at the
cat “Oscar?”

Oscar licked the finger she offered to
scratch his chin with. Considering his minding duty done he got up
and sauntered off to find some food.

“
Ah, you’re awake finally.
Yan’s been threatening to cart you off to hospital if you didn’t
wake soon”.

Tyra rolled over to look at Simon.
“You’re really alive! We’re alive!”

Simon raised his eyes in a ‘but of
course ‘ look. “Mum was hardly going to leave me in the state I was
in”.

“
The earth Goddess is your
mum?”

“
She ascended to the next
plane of existence long ago and took over guardianship of this
planet. Since I was stationed here too she thought we might be able
to help each other from time to time.”

“
Uh...so what
happened?”

“
Surprised even me but it
appears the Major has been watching us for some weeks. He was
worried about you, that you were in some kind of mess up to your
eyeballs but he didn’t know what. He was watching through
binoculars when we entered the cabin. Must have seen me enter the
code. Anyway he got as far as the end of the passageway when he saw
that Din come through one of their portals, straight into the
cavern. I’m sorry Tyra, I had no idea they had worked out a way to
get past the cabin’s defences.”

“
Okay, so lucky fluke the
Major was there.”

“
I wouldn’t call it luck,
turns out the Major’s psychic to some degree. He doesn’t get
specific visions of prophecies but he did feel a need to follow us
that day and bring his machine gun. He didn’t know why.”

“
And the Din”

“
Thex took it to the woods
and incinerated it”.

“
Thex? Then that
means...”

“
It means I’m finally free
Tyra.” Thex strode into the room like some majestic ancient warrior
come to life.

Tyra subconsciously reached for the
relative safety of Simon.

Simon laughed. If you think you’re
safer with me I haven’t taught you well enough.

Thex shed his clothes and clambered up
onto the bed, rising over the top of her like a great apparition.
His penis huge with need. “I promise to work on making myself less
scary later but for now I really need you Tyra. Say
yes.”

Tyra’s voice nearly died with the awe
in her throat but managed to whisper “Yes”.

Simon sat up and moved to arrange some
pillows behind him then smiled like a cheshire cat. “Come here
Tyra, let me hold you against myself while Thex takes you. Let me
be your ropes”.

Tyra blushed, liquid warmth bathed her
crotch. “Oh, yes please.” Then she remembered the first time he’d
blindfolded her “Sir”. She grinned.

Simon rested Tyra in his lap then
spread her legs with his. Having secured her that way he then
grabbed her arms and held them out from her body. “All yours
Thex”.

Thex towered over them, positioning
his cock against her entrance. “I’m not sure how gentle I can be
Tyra. It’s been too long. I may lose myself”.

“
Thex, you're like some
kind of legend to me. If you lose yourself while fucking me I’ll be
over the moon. Now fuck me!” Tyra couldn’t quite believe that had
just come out of her mouth.

“
I do not yet understand
all your human sayings but over the moon sounds good.” He worked
his way into her with some difficulty. “all-spirit you’re
tight”.

“
Don’t take this as
anything other than a compliment Thex but its not that I’m tight,
it’s that you’re huge”.

Thex stilled. “I could think it
smaller if you would like”.

Tyra was aghast. “Absolutely not, most
women only get to dream of feeling so full and
complete”.

Thex grinned at that. “Then let me be
as much as you need Tyra Goodwin”.

She felt him expand within her and was
sure his cock grew in length as well. She shuddered from the sheer
pleasure of it.”

Simon smiled to himself at their play
but he knew what Thex really needed. “Ah, hmm, you two. When I’ve
trained Tyra for it I’ll take her ass and you can try that again
but I think now we celebrate our lives and your freedom. Let go
Thex, cum for us.”

Thex wasn’t so sure his needs should
come before Tyra’s but let his cock return to something more its
usual size so as not to hurt her with what he was about to do. Tyra
whimpered a complaint but stopped when Thex started up a steady
pounding into her vagina.

Tyra knew that this was sex at its
most basic, raw and primal. Simon had told her previously that some
called it yang sex. Whatever it was she allowed herself to become
one with the rhythm of it. She became the sheath to Thex’s sword.
She allowed the boundaries to dissolve until she was just the
rhythm and surrendered to it. They came together in a guttural cry
that seemed to shake the house.

They lay, cuddled together, Tyra on
one side of Simon, Thex on the other. Simon felt like king of his
castle.

Thex glanced mischievously at Tyra.
“Is there anything you’ve ever wanted to do to Simon?”

Tyra thought on this. “Since he gave
me his essence I’ve always wished there was a way I could give him
mine. What about you Thex, what would you like to do to
Simon?”

Simon smiled at the playful way they
were discussing him as if he wasn’t there. He pondered, though,
what Tyra had said. Was there a way he could make that happen? He
mused on that.

Thex lay there with his hands behind
his head. “I’ve spent thousands of years watching and sharing his
mind as he took others. I’ve always wanted to take control, to take
Simon.”

Simon stilled. “Um Thex, I’ve, ah,
never...”

“
Yes I know, you’re still a
virgin in that respect. I would like to be the one who took you
across that line if you would let me. I want you at my mercy. I
want your surrender.”

Simon sucked his breath, it was better
than gulping he thought. “I see... well you’d better be a damn
sight more gentle with me than you were with Tyra just
now.

Thex bent over him and kissed him
lightly on the mouth. Their tongues met and they both groaned
before Thex pulled away. “I give my word and Tyra will help
too.”

Tyra raised an eyebrow at that,
feeling simultaneously uncomfortable and turned on. Uncomfortable
because, while certainly not anti that sort of thing, it certainly
wasn’t anything she was familiar with or had even thought much
about. But turned on, yes definitely that, that the two most
important men in her life might make love to each other. Hell
yes!

Simon called out to his chauffeur and
long-time friend. “George, can you secure the perimeter. We don’t
want to be disturbed for a while.”

George caught on to his boss’s
nervousness, the new guy’s gleam that suggested he anticipated some
kind of victory and Tyra’s bemused smile. So his boss was about to
be on the receiving end for once. “Sure thing boss”. He left the
house whistling cheerfully to himself.

Simon glared after him. “Bastard
knows.”

Thex’s look was feral. “Come Simon,
I’ve found just the place”.

Having dispensed with their clothes
they all traipsed into Simon’s office. Simon groaned to himself.
Not the desk! He’d had that desk for about two hundred years, it
had come out on one of the first European ships to arrive in this
land.

Catching his thought Tyra laughed.
“Its alright Simon, I promise to keep the mahogany dry”. She placed
a very thick bathroom towel on the desk and then hopped up to sit
on it, facing them.

Thex looked at Simon quizzically, “I’m
not sure which you’re worried more about, your ass or the
desk.”

Simon took a deep breath and then
breathed out a release. “I’d prefer if you were gentle with them
both”.

Thex walked up to Simon, well and
truly invading his personal space. He lowered his mouth to Simon’s
lips and took possession. Growling he released Simon, “Then you’d
best not resist. Now go and turn and face Tyra and place your hands
on the desk.”

Thex undid a tube of lube and
lubricated the fingers of his right hand. He smeared some more lube
on a butt plug he’d found in Simon’s stash of toys. He walked up
behind Simon and kneeled down, briefly kissing him on the ass, then
he used his fingers to massage around Simon’s hole.

Simon moaned. The anticipation edged
with a slight fear of the unknown was killing him. He fantasized
that if this was Tyra she’d be dripping wet by now.

Tyra caught his thought and smiled,
she was starting to be able to read his mind too. “I guess we’ll
find out one day”. Although she wasn’t sure she would be any less
nervous than Simon. She leaned forward and kissed him. Time to
start a bit of distraction. Her hands came up to his chest. She
used them alternately to brace him and squeeze his
nipples.

Thex used Tyra’s distraction to
position the plug. “Gently push back Simon, give it a moment for
the ring of muscle to relax.”

Simon regulated his breathing, sinking
into the breathing and pushed. He shuddered as he felt himself open
and the plug slide in. Surprisingly his ass welcomed the intrusion
and he sighed. He knew Thex would leave it in there for a few
minutes, letting him adjust. He moaned in pleasure as Thex began to
lick his back and Tyra his front, letting himself for once in his
life be a passive recipient and just drift into the cloud of
pleasure that enveloped him.

Time and space had seemed to still. He
was therefore surprised by the harsh realisation that Thex had
stopped and was removing the plug. His nervousness returned. He
guessed he felt like an innocent virgin must feel on her wedding
night, although really he was anything but innocent. He’d thought
after 100,000 years that there was little left to surprise him but
then Tyra had come along with her pure trust and a heart load of
courage. Now this. He determined then and there to relax and
surrender to Thex. He’d show the same trust as Tyra
would.

Thex felt Simon’s surrender in his
mind, it was time. He applied plenty of lube to his cock. He wanted
this to be as good for Simon as him. He positioned himself and
pushed part way into Simon, letting him adjust. “Okay?”

Simon closed his eyes letting himself
enjoy the feeling of deep physical connection with Thex. “Ah,
yes”.

“
Just like with the plug,
you push back when you’re ready, but take it nice and
slow”.

Simon let himself relax further on an
outbreath and pushed. The thrill of Thex sliding all the way in
nearly brought him. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last,
whatever you’re going to do you better do it now.”

Thex slid his cock part way out then
ever so slowly impaled Simon again. Sensing no resistance or flinch
of pain from Simon he repeated the slow move a few more times just
to be sure then increased his speed. He fought against his urge to
plunge into Simon and ravage him, instead he kept a tight rein on
himself and kept the rhythm steady but moderately gentle. There’d
be many years ahead in which he could take him fully. Which was
probably for the best as Simon was so damn tight Thex was close to
coming.

Simon took one hand off the desk and
pulled Tyra into an embrace. He wanted to take her up on her offer
of taking her essence while Thex gave him his. He knew there was a
way. He’d picked the idea out of her mind. It must have come from
one of the fantasy romance novels she loved to read. He used his
mind to create what he needed. He hugged Tyra close so she couldn’t
see that two of his incisors were growing. Being able to manifest
one’s physical body had more than a few benefits he mused to
himself. As he felt himself and Thex reaching climax he grasped her
by her hair, pulled her head to the side and plunged his incisors
in, using his mind to block any pain it might cause her.