Far Pangaea 82 : Amazon Grace

"You know I like my rocks. But , hey, I'm happy here. You can go if you like."

"I would never leave you behind Dear Trevor. We have come so far together. While I do not love you Old Goat we did indeed travel here as one. I would be lost without you."

"Moral compass, eh? As if I really have a choice where we end up."

"Precisely. Now be a good Caretaker and make Jack comfortable. I think perhaps I will let him rest a bit before our own private love making."

"Rape. You know he didn't deserve this right?"

"Shush! Go on. Make our bed. Don't eat the sheets."

"Whatever."

Jack Ramse was gaining a bit of awareness. He recognized his latest conquest. Well, their conquest. He just came along for the ride. The Amazon Pan called Grace straddles his monster erection. Her long blond hair silky and divine. He recalled her blue eyes and almost wished they would return. The white possession look was unattractive.

"Grace?" He mutters, "If you can hear me. Be yourself. Don't let Circe control you."

The woman eases her rhythm as if comprehending his words. Fighting it might be a better explanation. Yet, she fails and resumes her steamy unbridled passion. Jack suddenly, realized that might be the key. Control. Body regaining composure more now than before he lifts his hands up to grab her wrists. Grace pausing only to sense his grip before increasing her gyrations. A few moments more Jack tried again. Reaching higher he squeezes her massive breasts. His nails sinking deeply into her flesh. Maddening nipples stabbing his palms. A hand releases and snatches up her dangling hair. Utilizing the last bit of strength he had he pulls her forward and kisses her hard on the lips. That did something. A resistance. Inspiration to fight harder. Another rush of adrenalin Jack forces her to topple left. Rolling with her until he lay missionary between her trickling thighs. Feathers. Everywhere beneath her. Her eyes returning to normal. Crystal blue persuasion.

"Welcome back." He hisses. Her innocence alarmed she trembles.

"How dare you defile a Warrior Angel of the One True God."

Jack Ramse swallows dryly, "I'm going to need to repent aren't I?"

Hordakians rally around the stone huts location. Dozens of Technorides gather and begin their search. Discovering the dead bodies of their fallen comrades. Fear immediately unsettles them. So much blood. Orders are barked. Seeing the congregation O'tah winces and peers over her shoulder at Bianca. Obstructed from view the Sprite prepared for an inevitable fight. Wiping blood still on her face in streaks of war paint she clenches her fists. Wings firing up and glowing a rash of ashen armor covers her nudity. A dark shimmer in her gaze that she wasn't fond of. Dark magic. It was needed.

A loud roar abruptly makes her reaction switch off the armor. Gulping she sees a shadow fall over her and hears a loud thumping as if thunderous steps. A hand swats her aside. A very large hand. With a Rams Head ring enlarged along with her bones increased density. Swooping out of harms way Iota bulges her eyes. Horror creeps into her soul.

"Move on the domicile." An order is given.

Before a single step the domicile moved in on them. Erupting with a force to be reckoned with stones fly like missiles. Crushing Hordakians under their weight. The entire structure crumbles as a giant steps into the light. A massive 8 foot tall Satyr. A very unattractive Satyr at the moment. Fury in feminine eyes. Massive breasts like swollen melons shimmering from sweat. Hair covering half of her face. Hiding the frenzy brewing like a cauldron of hate. Bubbling. Boiling. Volcanic.

Another roar expresses her strength. Muscles rippling. Mighty hooves digging in tearing at the soil. Veins trembling beneath tightened flesh. The Hordakians unify into a sonic barrage. Twelve rifles vibrating at once into a single assault. She would not be moved. Iota claps her hands together.

"Bianca Smash."

That she did.