Old World Magic Ch. 12

He told me of a way to return to my home. To refuse my consciousness to my body and awaken, battered, but somewhat healed. We practiced the magical form for an age, and I felt I would never learn the correct patterns. Shaping the mental image to shift my reality was far more difficult than any mind magic I'd ever done. I grew weary and I slept, and then we practiced more. There was no sun here, simply light, always. So I knew not how long I spent here, but I slept and practiced and grew stronger and then slept more. I finally spoke my fears, that I would not be able to complete the spell I needed to return, but Creaklimb only laughed at me softly.

"Fear not, I have prevented you from leaving for some time now. I wanted to make sure that you had the forms perfectly before I let you leave. Were you to go to the wrong place or time, the results would be... unfortunate."

I nodded my head, and found that I could not be mad at the elder as I believed he had only my best intentions at heart. "So I may leave now then Elder?" I asked eager to return, wondering what the world had done in my absence.

There was a long pause before he spoke again, "You may, but I ask a favor as repayment for my knowledge."

I nodded, "Anything you ask that I can do, I will. You've taught me much and I owe you more than I can give."

Creaklimb spoke again, "It has been a long time since a human has walked amongst the great forest. My last student, human John Runningdeer, has not been to see me in a long time. I would ask that you find him when you return to your world and let him know that my daughters miss his touch."

There was a sound then, the sound of animals running through the forest, scampering in the underbrush. It was the sound of twigs snapping and of water flowing through a stream also. Then Creaklimb laughed softly and said, though I felt he spoke not to me, "yes yes, I shall ask, in good time."

I spoke again in the long silence that followed, "There are many people in my world Elder, how should I find John Runningdeer?"

Creaklimb spoke to me again quickly as if he knew what my question would be, "human John Runningdeer was born on the world of man not far from where human Michael Gray was born. Beyond that, I know not. If you promise to make the attempt to find him, then that is enough for me." Again I heard the noises, animals, underbrush, a stream. "There is one other thing I would ask."

"Anything elder," I spoke far too quickly.

"Three of my daughters have become ready to bear young. They wish to have the strength of the life force of a human flow through them. I ask that you meet with them and speak, and if you find them worthy, grant one of them your seed. For while they would bear their own kind, their children would have the spark of humanity to them, and that is a powerful spark indeed."

I waited to see if there was more, but I waited in vain, as Creaklimb had little else to say. I sensed that there was nothing left so I simply touched the massive tree trunk and began walking away on the soft earth of the great forest. All around me, life bloomed. Glowing insects buzzed around, birds the colors of the rainbow flit through the branches, and I saw a butterfly with a wingspan the size of my body tumble around a shaft of light.

I walked away from Elder Creaklimb into the forest, in a random direction, knowing that I would find a sign. So it was with relief when I happened upon a babbling brook cutting through the forest. The water was no deeper than my knees, and rocks and stones, rounded and tumbled jutted from the bed. I realized that as long as I'd been here, Id neither eat nor drank. Nor was I at that moment even thirsty or hungry. But the water was cool and refreshing and I strode to the middle of the stream. I felt content, relaxed, at peace. But then I knew I was not alone. I turned and was amazed at what I saw.

Standing before me were three beings that I could describe as aspects I suppose. The first, standing in the stream with me was a column of pure clear water, shaped vaguely like a person, though lacking any real definition. Then on the bank next to the stream sat a large fox, it's head cocked to the side as it looked at me. The last further up the bank, where the plants and trees all grew was a sapling that was shaped like a person, long willowy limbs where arms and legs would be and the vague outline of a face below a crown of leaves.

I was unsure what to do or say, so I raised one hand in a vaguely human gesture, waving and calling out, "Hello."

Then before my eyes all three of the figures changed. The sapling shook and shivered. Leaves fell from it's crown, creating a veil of falling greenery. It's bark cracked, peeled, and fell away. The rough rounded shape, similar to a tree flaked and dropped to the forest floor. Then from the remnants of bark strode a woman. She looked like a human woman except for the fact that her skin was a dusky and mottled brown. Various colors streaked across her surface, reminding me of the look of bark, though the way her skin looked it seemed impossibly soft and I ached to touch it. Her perfect round breasts were capped by dark brown nipples and her face looked as statuesque and beautiful as if it had been carved by a renaissance master. All of this below a wild and untamed shock of green hair that was interwoven with an occasional branch or leaf. She strode forwards on perfectly shaped legs and stopped a few feet from me, smiling. Then she turned and looked at the large fox.

The fox spun in a circle once then began to stretch. It's paws reached forwards and clawed at the ground while it hunched it's hind quarters upwards. It yawned once, exposing its long pink tongue. Then it began to change as well. Its muscles rippled and its form stretched out further and further. The limbs of the fox lengthened under the red fur and grew thicker and more defined. Its face shortened and grew wider as it's chest and hips grew wider. Its face turned towards me and it was now unmistakably human in appearance, save the dark black fox nose, and the triangular fox ears that sprouted from the top of her head. She, because the fox was unmistakably feminine with her wide and large breasts, ample hips, and rounded ass, looked at me and winked. Her eyes were a bright bronze color and she rolled over on the ground, exposing her body to me. Soft red hair covered her body, going lighter on her abdomen, breasts, neck, and face. Rosy pink nipples capped large full breasts that begged to be caressed. Between her furred thighs a thick patch of silky hair hid her most intimate of treasures. She stood up and ran clawed hands down her silken furred body, and I saw a large bushy tail swishing behind her as she moved to stand before me. Then she turned and looked at the column of water.

The transformation in the column of water was perhaps the least shocking. The water, which had little definition simply tightened and drew inwards, color coming to it's form as it did so. It's form stopped rippling and became more solid looking, like flesh, slowly as it grew to resemble a woman more and more. In moments a nude woman stood before me in it's place. Her skin was a light pale and soaking wet, water running down it in tiny sexy rivulets. The water came from nowhere but ran down her skin, dripping off her pert light pink nipples, running down past her small breasts, along her tight frame, caressing her hairless and dripping sex, to continue down lithe thighs and into the stream below. Her face was thin and delicate, with eyebrows and the crown of her head showing the only hair on her. Her hair was a light frosty white, almost a platinum blonde, and I realized it was the color of sunlight reflected on water.

I knew these must be the 'daughters' that elder Creaklimb spoke of, and I was stunned speechless by their majesty and beauty. The tree woman spoke first, "Greetings friend whom we shall call Michael. I am Turningleaf, and these are my sisters Sleepingkit and Brookesbend. Our father has said that you will bless one of us with your essence before you must leave."

I looked between the three inhuman beauties, and certainly each of them was gorgeous in a different way. But I smiled and said, "Only one of you eh?" I smirked at the thought of a four way with these three forces of nature.

Sleepingkit, the fox woman laughed and I saw that she had sharp pointed teeth, "Yes, only one of us. For while each of us is ready to bear young your time here is drawing to a close. If you dally too long with us, you will miss your window to return home."

The wet skinned nymph spoke then, "While it might seem worth it, to take the virginity of three aspects of nature like us, we wouldn't see you lost amongst these planes. You would lose yourself and become a wraith before too long. So you must choose one of us, and the other two will simply be glad for her sister."

Turningleaf, the green haired, spoke once again with a chuckle, "Though you can always come back for a visit later."

I smiled and looked at the three beauties. Turningleaf was statuesque in form, mankind's dream of the ultimate female form, curvy and flawless. But the mottled brown skin reminded me too much of bark, and while I could tell it would feel as soft and pliant as any human woman I'd ever known, I turned my eyes to her sister.

Sleepingkit practically radiated life and sex. Her curves were exotic and sensual. Her large breasts seemed to defy gravity and beg for my touch. In addition she seemed to have a spark of life, sexuality, vitality that was hard to describe. She was undoubtedly a wild woman and would be a ferocious lover. But her body was covered in soft silken fur, red and cream in color, and I was not a fan of body hair. In addition the sharp pointed teeth in her mouth were slightly off putting. I looked at her sister in the stream.

Brookesbend the woman of water was in some ways the least exotic of the three. She had the most normal form, well formed and proportioned but not very curvy. She lacked the assets of her sisters, being more lithe and athletic then buxom or statuesque. She also looked the most human, save the constant rivulets of water running down her face and body.

I nodded at her, "If I am only to choose one, I find that Brookesbend is the one that intrigues me the most at the moment. But I beg that the two of you," I said addressing the other two women, "Will not hold that against me, for you are certainly beauties and it is no easy choice."

Sleepingkit and Turning leaf each nodded and stepped away from me and retreated up the bank. Brookesbend came to me then and wrapped her arms about my shoulders. Her skin was cool and damp and I delighted in the feel of it on me. She pulled herself to me and our lips met. Our kiss was slow and moist, and I could feel the water on her body against my skin as my hands wrapped around her waist.

She was slick and damp, and I could feel her cool wet hair plastered along her back as my hands reached down to cup the curve of her ass. I pulled her towards me as my cock stiffened and pressed against her damp thigh. After a time, she broke the kiss and pulled me towards the edge of the water. I looked up and saw that her sisters had gone, no sign of the fox woman or tree dryad. But then Brookesbend pulled my head back down as she pulled my body down to the sandy stream bed beneath us. She wrapped my body with hers and the cool stream slowly lapped and flowed around our entwined bodies

I felt her reach down, one hand caressing my chest, leaving trails of water wherever her hand went. I sighed and pulled back from her for a moment ashamed. "Why do you draw away?" she asked, pulling back from me. Her pale blue eyes gazing into my own as damp white hair clung about her face.

I sighed and shook my head, "I don't know why I look like this. This was my old form. I wish I had the image of my new body, one that would match your beauty."

She smiled down on me and whispered, "So take it. Your body is not here, this form is what your mind made of it, and you can remake it as you wish. But do not think that I care about such things." Then she kissed me again, but this time her tongue entered my mouth. Suddenly my mouth filled with cool refreshing water. My eyes snapped open and I began to panic as she forced water into me. I swallowed, but it kept coming and then I choked as the water filled my lungs. I began to panic but she sat up and said, "Relax, you do not truly breathe here. Accept my gift and recognize its power."

I tried to calm down, but then I realized that I wasn't actually breathing. Once I had that realization the panic left me, and I felt like myself again. I looked down at my body, the older one, from my past life. I saw the beautiful nymph pressed against it, the water flowing around it, the feel of the forest all around me. Then I simply willed the change. From my chest I felt the water that Brookesbend had given me flow outwards. It radiated from my core like light from a candle until it suffused my flesh. Then I felt my body tighten and change and again I wore the body of young twenty one year old Michael Naughton. Hairless save my eyebrows, lean and muscular, and with a thick impressive cock.

The nymph laughed and reached down to stroke my turgid shaft with her water slicked palm, "Oh, maybe I should not have judged. For this is a change I like. Is it for me?"

I smiled and nodded, eager for the feel of her again. She rose up out of the water and swung one knee over my hips, her smooth and dripping wet vulva placed just over the head of my swollen dick. Still stroking it with one hand, she used her other hand to spread apart her dripping labia. "I've given you my gift Michael, now please give me yours."

With that she lowered her hips down. My stiff cock head split her wet pussy and still she descended. She felt much warmer in her core, and wet beyond belief. No woman I'd ever fucked had been as wet as her, and I could feel that wetness sliding down my shaft and into the brook between my legs. Then there was resistance, only the head of my dick inside of her, but I felt a pressure. Looking up at her face, I saw her bite on her lower lip and then force herself downwards. That pressure was firm for a moment then broke, and my cock slid all the way up into her. She cried out then, a mixture of pain and relief as she sank down onto me.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I looked up, unable to tell if the water on her face was tears or the wetness that covered her naturally.

She placed her hands on my chest as she began to rock her hips, "Oh yes lover, perfectly ok, but no more words now." She placed one finger against my lips and began to rock her hips back and forth harder. My cock slid smoothly up and down her wet passage. Previous to this I'd been with women who were squirters, women who were very wet when aroused, and even Ruby the succubus whose passage was a slick hot channel of erotic delight. But nothing in my experience could relate to the feeling of my cock sheathed inside of Brookesbend. I could say it was like fucking water, but that wouldn't give you the description of pure rippling delight that milked my cock. I could say she was dripping wet, but that wouldn't be accurate as her slickness ran from her like a faucet to coat my manhood and then mix into the stream we rutted in. Oh, she was wet, but she was also delightfully tight and warm, gripping and coaxing me.

Her hands on my chest were damp, and we were completely drenched in stream water, the water cascading down her body, and her delightful sexual fluids. She began gasping and moaning and I knew that she was driving herself to her peak. Her hands clawed weakly at my chest, leaving slight marks in the wet skin. Then she was there. Her head whipped back and forth, her frosty white hair whipping in an arc around her, spraying water in a halo. She cried out, and it sounded like a waterfall mixed with the wordless scream that women at their peak made.

I gripped her hips and continued to thrust up into her, causing her cries to echo again and again as she came against me. Finally, gasping for breath she opened her eyes and looked down at me, "I've given you my gift, now please, give me yours!"

I nodded and sat up partially. Holding her hips I rolled her over into the stream. Her legs came to wrap around my waist as I kneeled between her thighs. Around her face the stream ran, trickling over her body as it continued onwards. I reached down to grip my swollen and angry rod and lined it up with her slit. In one thrust I was buried back inside her. All the way to the hilt in the first thrust, I wasted no time. I began to fuck Brookesbend with a ruthless abandon. I slammed my hips down into her, fucking her brutally, violently, concerned only with my own pleasure now that she'd achieved hers. She cried out and moaned as her ankles locked behind my bouncing ass. I knew she was still enjoying it, but I also knew that she wanted me to cum.

I felt like I'd been here in the great forest for days. I'd talked with Elder Creaklimb for hours and hours on end before falling asleep and waking to do it over again. I didn't know how long I'd been here, but it had felt like days if not weeks. In all that time I hadn't so much as jerked off once. So when my orgasm approached I could feel that it was going to be a strong one. One that had the weight of time behind it, of need and desire.

It was undeniable. When I finally did cum, I thrust into her one last time, fully hilting my well endowed staff into her. Our flesh met and she cried out in pleasure as I grunted and released. I felt my cock swell up and then spew, depositing my hot cum inside of her. Again and again my dick twitched and spilled my seed. Finally, after I know not how long, I collapsed. I fell into the stream beside Brookesbend, my cock still twitching and slowly small amounts of clear ejaculate. The water felt cool and refreshing and I closed my eyes and let it wash over my body, taking away sweat and cum as it rolled slowly across my warm body.

I felt her shift next to me and lean close. She whispered in my ear then, "Thank you, your gift shall create strong daughters of the forest. Rest now, and awaken in your world, the passage will be open for you."

I felt myself drifting off to sleep and tried to fight it. I needed to move out of the stream at least, if not speak to her, cast the spells to return home... I needed.... I needed.... I drifted off to sleep with her words echoing in my mind. "...the passage will be open for you....will be open for you.... open for you.... for you...." then as black sleep claimed me I dreamt I heard the last words from her lips, "...for you, should you wish to return." Then all was blackness again.

- - -

Waking up this time was not like swimming up from the depths of a lake. It was just waking up. In fact it was that uncomfortable feeling of waking up in a bed that you know isn't yours. Somehow your brain knows it before you're even awake. So my eyes shot open and I looked around. There were windows to my left, but they were dark, it was night.

"Hospital..." I said through bleary lips that felt gummed and dry. I coughed once and sat up. In a bed across the room slept an old man. I wasn't in the emergency room. I turned my head and felt my neck crack in protest. There were flowers on the stand next to my bed. A cheap arrangement, the kind you might buy a co-worker for their birthday or tenth year on the job. But there was a note, so I plucked it off and read it silently.

"Mike,

Hope you're feeling better soon. I had to get back to Hideaway and couldn't stay away any longer. I'll send some of the girls who live in Vegas to check in on you, Cheyenne is threatening to drive over and sit at your bedside until you get over your 'sunstroke.' But Adam has kept her restrained, barely. Call me as soon as you can.