Gaia's Champion Ch. 01

Seeing as how she would not jostle around so easily, Jason then drove his cock deep up into her, as she was in the middle of another descent. She cried out in surprise, but was delighted at it all the same. Jason gripped her harder if such a thing was possible and started to jackhammer into the half-flying fairy. Phalmina's eyes widened in appreciation at his initiative, and she returned his hard thrusts with some of her own.

Not wanting to be outdone, Jason growled loudly, a deep and feral rumbling noise that came from his gut. The sound of it frightened both him and Phalmina for a moment, until he remembered what she had told him. That his more primal and feral side would want out and that he shouldn't deny it. He would need it if he was to break his block. Besides, this side of him was one he was not well acquainted with, but from what he could feel, it was a side that he should be.

"Give me that pussy, little fairy girl! I want it wrapped around my cock, milking me for every drop!" the young man ground out. Surprised by his words, Phalmina smiled devilishly herself, pleased at the outcome.

"Want it bad, don't you human? I give it to you because I want your cock in me just as bad! I love the feel of it stretching me out, making me feel like a woman again!" she replied, her voice dripping huskily. She continued her thrusts, slamming her ass down so hard that it jiggled in the man's grip. Phalmina stopped her motions to grind her hard clit into his pubic bone, feeling another orgasm rising.

Seeing what she was doing, Jason pulled her down with him, drawing her in for a kiss while he pressed himself to her hard. His tongue danced with hers a moment before he broke away from her, took a breath, then bit into her neck hard. She squealed in ecstasy as his teeth found the hidden nerves in her neck, which overwhelmed her senses. He continued thrusting as she shuddered in delight. Another orgasm was building within her, and that bite had opened the floodgates which roared through her.

Jason could tell that she was nearing release, so he sat up and propped her legs upwards onto his shoulders. With her wings beating as they were, Phalmina didn't stumble or shift as Jason continued to ream her open. Looking down briefly, he saw Phalmina's pussy frothing as his dick continued to pound her tiny quim. Grinning evilly, he increased his pace, driving into the poor fairy with everything he had.

Phalmina convulsed seconds later, as the building pressure mounted, then slammed into her like a hurricane. She wailed loudly, her keen loud enough to have a few birds in the tree boughs squawk at her in protest. Her eyes glowed slightly, but it went unnoticed by either of them as she continued to ride out the wave.

Her steaming channel clenched on Jason's dick hard, but it had little effect on him. Unknown to him, the magic she had poured into him had increased his resilience and was preventing him from cumming. The magic she had used was gathering magic from the glade and from Phalmina herself. Once he had built up enough of charge from the both of them, it would release. Then, it would break the block that was preventing him from using his own magics. The rest, they would have to do themselves.

Chest rising and falling hard, Phalmina stopped hovering and let herself down into Jason's arms, hugging him. Her head lying on his shoulder, Phalmina allowed herself to believe this man would differ from those who came before. Pulling her head away, she looked at him in such a way that spoke of... appreciation and... something else. Her breath catching in her throat, she felt something she had thought died centuries ago. She felt the stirrings of emotions she believed long gone.

Blinking away fresh tears, Phalmina kissed Jason with everything she felt and was surprised at her own vehemence. Jason kissed her back with just as much ferocity, their mouths and tongues locked in a perpetual duel. It continued on for several minutes before Jason ended it, as he pulled the fairy up and off of his cock. She whimpered at the loss but was happy again as he turned her around and lowered her back onto his turgid shaft.

With her wings mashed against his chest, Jason's hands went back to her legs and clung to them, gripping her under her ass. Using his arms, he lifted and lowered her along his slippery dick, using it to drive it deeper into her. Phalmina had never tried this position before, but it was doing delicious things to her core, which tightened in approval. She then felt his tongue along the bridge of her wings and felt sparks dancing in her eyes.

Phalmina yelped and yipped as her oversensitive pussy was sending out tremors for another orgasm. She didn't know how this human knew, but the fact he was caressing her wings as a fairy male would have was driving her crazy! The bolts of electricity that his tongue was creating arced from her wings straight to her pussy, and she convulsed again! But this time, it came in a series of miniature orgasms, causing her to quiver uncontrollably.

Feeling her go over the edge again so soon was not something Jason had expected, but it was something he'd hoped to do. As her limbs danced, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close as her pussy clenched again, this time setting Jason on the path to his second orgasm. His balls heated, and he knew he was getting there. It was time to embrace his inner animal and let the fairy have it!

Without giving her any time to recover, Jason picked the woman up and off his dick once more, before laying her down on the stone slab. After carefully depositing her onto the now warm and slick surface, he brought his now throbbing shaft to Phalmina's slippery cleft. In a single stroke, buried himself into her, right up to the hilt.

Gripping her legs again, Jason pumped his hips hard, hammering the delirious fairy with everything he had. Her tits wobbled this way and that as his cock continued to plunder her depths. Although her body was being pillaged violently, her mind had recovered enough, so she was coherent, surprising Jason.

"Yes... human. Fill me with.... that glorious.... cock! I need it! I need your body.... and your mind.... please! Make me.... feel... loved!"

Those words had a profound effect on Jason. He had been in many relationships, and the sex in them had been good to OK. But he'd never had a woman who was so willing to surrender to him like Phalmina was just doing. She wanted him to let it all out and was asking for more than just sex. She was asking for love, something he'd been reluctant to give but, with this woman, he would give it.

His balls had churned their offering to her, and his pace continued unabated. He grunted sporadically now, feeling himself losing control. He pulled his new lover up into him as he felt his seed race down his shaft and kissed her hard. Jason's cock expanded in her sloppy quim, before exploding and filling her up to the brim with his seed.

He growled and screamed into the kiss, his actions setting her off once more, as she broke their embrace to scream with him. While hers was a high-pitched keening wail like before, his was a screaming, wordless roar that echoed across the glade. As he came, a burst of green light erupted out of Jason's chest, blanketing the entire area in its glow. As his cock deposited its contents into Phalmina's womb, he felt his mind go blank and slip away from him. Before he even hit the ground, he was gone.

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Jason blinked his eyes against the massive torrent of whitish green light. The light faded to a muted greenish glow that illuminated where he was. He looked about his immediate surroundings and saw he appeared to be in a cavernous space. He checked the walls of the space and found that there seemed to be no way out. Something felt wrong about this place, like he wasn't supposed to be here. That he didn't belong here.

Sensing something or someone nearby, he set himself into a fighting stance and prepared himself for whatever came at him. He looked about and found that he wasn't alone. He saw what seemed to be men, standing in the shadows, just outside of the glow so they couldn't be seen.

"You're not supposed to be here," a voice stated dispassionately. It was coming from one man that stood close to him. It puzzled him, as he knew that voice that was speaking to him. He recognized it but couldn't put his finger on it and wracked his brain trying to figure it out. The man stepped closer to him, speaking again.

"You should leave and never come back."

Realization dawned on him as he figured it out. The voice that the man spoke in was his own voice! His mind tried to come to grips with what exactly this was, but by then, the man had stepped into the light and revealed himself. The man was him! He was looking at a replica of himself, down to the very last detail! He stared at him thunderstruck why this man, clone, whatever, was saying these things to him.

"You cannot win. We constructed this place with the purpose of keeping this hidden."

"Why?" he asked, trying not to make his voice tremble. His clone snorted, but not out of mirth, but cold, dispassionate malice.

"Why? Because these things you believe in, that you were just told, are figments of your imagination! You have imagined everything you saw! You didn't find that glade, you passed out on the trail! You have a vivid imagination, boy! I'm just stating what is fact as opposed to what you've been dreaming."

"None of what you thought you experienced is real," it continued. "Phalmina, Magnus, Gaia, it is all an illusion, concocted by your mind to cope with your poor constitution. The trail you took was far too much for you to handle. Be a good boy and wake up from this dream," it finished authoritatively.

Jason thought for a long while about what he was just told. Everything was just a fabrication of his mind? None of it was real? It sure as hell felt real to him. Being a logic thinking being, Jason went over everything it told him in his mind and realized that this clone of his must be telling the truth. Everything it was telling him made logical sense, and he was deciding to leave this dream.

That was until two things happened and they happened fast. He made to turn around and his fingers brushed the moss that was lining the cave and casting the light. The moment his fingertips touched it, it pulsed with a thrumming boom that echoed throughout the cavern. The cavern shook violently, causing everything else within to be heaved about.

He got a look at his clone's face, and the smug look it had worn was now gone. It was now replaced with fear and in that moment, he realized, everything it had told Jason had been a lie. Designed to trick him into leaving his block untouched. Phalmina had told him he would have to remove his block, but he didn't know how. Speaking of Phalmina, where was she? She was supposed to be there to help him, but he didn't know what had happened to her.

"She can't help you. That fairy is using you, just like she used every other one who came before you. You weren't the only one you know," his clone went on, trying to sound confident in his oration and was doing a damn good job of it. Jason knew it was lying though, as he had a moral sense of how people were and the fairy he had just been with was no exception.

There had been hesitation regarding him, mainly out of disbelief. Also, disgust, he noted, but that had changed when he was open and honest with her. The compliments he had given her didn't hurt either, and she was genuinely pleased at this. Maintaining his focus, Jason closed off his mind and let the venomous words roll off him. Closing his eyes, the redheaded man steadied his breathing and shut off his mind from hearing his clone speak.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the rest of the men in the shadows had stepped into the light and, like the one who was speaking; they were also clones of him! Dozens of replicates of him stood nearby, watching his every move. They seemed to know what he was planning because they were all uncomfortably close to him. His eyes shifted back and forth, and he saw that they hadn't closed to the same distance as his clone. They kept on coming.

Reacting as fast as he could, he reached out for the moss he had touched, only to be stopped mere millimeters from it. At least a dozen of his clones had leaped upon him and held him down, attempting to restrain him. Sadly, it was working as they all grinned at him, with the lead clone taunting him.

"I told you; you cannot win. You are not allowed to win. Only we will win, as that is how it must be. You could have left, and you would have been free to do with your life as you wished. You failed and now you will suffer the price for even thinking to defy us," it gloated.

From out of nothing, a dagger appeared in his hand. It was simply made, though it looked old. The only adornment on it was a singular rune upon it. Unlike the runes he had seen in the glade, which were all curvy and flowing, this one was sharp, harsh and angular. The rune itself almost seemed alive, like it wanted to jump into him, and likely, that's where the dagger was headed.

"Keep him still. I must be precise," the leader said to the others. Jason tried to struggle but found that there was nothing he could do to move much, if at all. Anger and rage pulsed through him at the helplessness he felt. He didn't know what would happen, but whatever it was would mean the end of him.

As the leader stood in front of him, Jason waited for the stab that would end him. The lead clone smirked, so confident of his supremacy, he almost sauntered in his movements. When the motion finally came, it came hard and fast, and Jason didn't hesitate. Dropping to the ground hard, he put all his weight behind it and fell like a sack of beans.

The movement caught the whole group by surprise as the dagger meant for his heart missed. Instead, it pierced the head of the clone holding him from behind. The effect was instant as he witnessed the replica of him cry out for a moment, then vanish in a conflagration of red fire. Wasting no time at what had just happened, Jason turned and smashed an uppercut into the lead clone's jaw.

The blow was hard enough to send him flying backwards, but not off his feet. He staggered and cursed, trying to call for the rest of the clones to restrain him again, but all that came out was garbled blubbering. The clones hesitated for a moment, and those few seconds were all that Jason needed. Leaping for the luminescent moss, he got both hands on it before any of his clones could react. The effect was immediate and staggering.

Instantly, the whole cavern quaked far more violently than it had before with the impromptu finger brush. Cracks had formed on the walls, and everyone but him was thrown to the ground. He didn't know what to do next, but he didn't need to know. Words whispered into his head, almost like a ghost of some sort was trying to speak to him. Not knowing what they meant, but seeing as there was nothing for it, he spoke them out loud.

"De chumhacht Ghaia, tá an bealach soiléir." ("By the power of Gaia, the way is clear.")

The words were quiet, but the effect they had were profound. The cracks in the walls widened, and the cavern collapsed. Some falling rocks were as big as he was, and though some of them fell nearby, he knew they wouldn't touch him. Some falling debris instantly crushed several of his clones.

"STOP! DON'T SAY THAT AGAIN! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!" his clone screamed as he tried to pick himself up, but wound up stumbling to his ass again. Jason thought that to be a good idea, as his clone had done nothing but lie to him. Smiling grimly, Jason said the words again, louder this time.

"De chumhacht Ghaia, tá an bealach soiléir!"

Again the walls trembled and shook, and again, the cracks became deeper, deep enough for Jason to see light spilling out of them. Knowing that was what he needed to do, he steeled himself as the cave continued to collapse around him. Many of the clones that had him surrounded now lay dead. Almost none of them had survived that second incantation. If he had his way, none of them would survive his wrath once he was done here.

"DE CHUMHACHT GHAIA, TÁ AN BEALACH SOILÉIR!" he screamed defiantly.

With the last syllable spoken, the cavern itself cracked open like an egg. White light poured into the area as the rubble fell around him, but none of it hit him. His clone, once cocky, now ran as though its life depended on it. He tried to outrun the light, but then tripped and fell on a large rock. It tried to pick itself up, but it was as though its strength was sapped by the light.

The light itself then coalesced into a vague but humanoid shape. It looked at itself, almost as though in disbelief, then turned to look at Jason. He didn't shy away from the presence but stood proudly before it, sensing that this being meant no harm to him. With the light gone, it revealed the area surrounding them to be a glade, not too unlike the one he had found Phalmina in.

Only it was different, shaped in a way to please Jason's personal tastes, and it was green and glowing with life. Instead of a pond, there was a small brook babbling happily through the grassy floor. A small circle of stones, that looked almost like seats, sat the center, surrounding a small dais. The dais was empty, but that didn't detract from its importance. Lush and vibrant trees surrounded the glade, except for what appeared to be a small opening.

In the opening was a vista like viewpoint that overlooked a beautiful mountain range. The trees that sloped up the mountainside were just as green as the ones in the glade. The sun sat low on the horizon and the sky had darkened to an orangey color. It was just before twilight, Jason's favorite time of day, and he looked through the vista with a profound sense of awe. A hand touched his shoulder, and he turned, looking back at the being of light.

The being stared at him curiously, but in such a way as though it was gauging just how Jason could do what he did. It looked as though it was about to address him, but then a slight noise caught its attention. Heads snapping to the source of the noise, they both saw that Jason's clone was trying to crawl away from them. Failing to do so quietly, it tried to run and crawl, but barely managed a shambling scramble. Fear etched its face as it tried to hurry away, but the glowing figure was on it in an instant.

Grabbing it by the throat, it hefted the clone upwards, holding it in the air as though it weighed nothing. The clone clutched the hand holding him, then shouted in pain as its hand smoked at the mere touch. The figure whispered a feminine voice, and the power behind the words could not be denied.

"You are ended."

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" the clone of Jason shrieked, but it did no good. In a few seconds, the entire form of the clone was smoking and burning up, vanishing into the air. Despite the clone burning up like paper soaked in gasoline, the flames didn't seem to bother the light shrouded being. Its arm dropped when the last of the clone had burned up into nothingness, carried away by a wind that blew through the glade.

It then came to stand before Jason, each step measured and precise. Jason was a little apprehensive at the display of its sheer power, but something told him he could trust this being. It stopped before him and placed its hand on either side of his face. The hands were warm and inviting, like those of a masseuse, but comforting, like the hands of a mother. It spoke to him softly and with notes of gratitude.

"Your awakening has begun. Go now and bring balance back to this world, Druid."

With that, it pushed him backwards, and he fell, but it was a fall he welcomed. Around him, the world spun and faded away as he too, faded away from this place of dreams.