Play Testers Wanted Pt. 09

"Well, let's pick a moon and take a look." I said and Traci landed us on the nearest of the two.

We landed in the middle of what could be best described as a grassy field. A hundred yards off towards the sunward horizon, what we would call east on Earth, was a raintree. Well, its silhouette reminded me of a raintree. The singularly straight trunk, no real low hanging branches to speak of, the uniform canopy above and its pale leaves. No one came to greet us. So, why did I feel afraid?

"Ghost?" Susan asked her voice trembling.

"Yeah, me too." Jenny added.

"If shit goes sideways," I muttered my voice cracking. "Head back to the ship and don't worry about me. Look out for each other." I demanded and received a kiss on each cheek.

"That is why I love you," they said in twin speak.

"Nice weather," MJ offered as she sniffed the air.

"I have your backs," Angela chimed in confident and cool.

"Follow me," I said wiping a bloody tear from my cheek.

The lone tree had me on edge and I couldn't point out why. The apparent flatness was in fact an optical illusion. I felt the steady rise from the landing site to the lip of the hill. We were even with the nameless tree now and looking over an entire orchard of the same damn species of raintrees. I cursed and drew the Darksaber. We would reach the first tree in less than twenty feet. The woods extended for as far as we could see. Each step brought that nameless dread closer and closer.

"Why am I afraid?" I gasped as the limbs of the trees shivered but I felt no wind.

"I do not know," Angela said her own voice weaker and unsure.

Susan and Jenny clung to each other as we walked under the first bough of the first tree while MJ whistled the song 'Chapel of Love'. That strange susurration occurred again, and I thought I heard a sigh pass from tree to tree. We were three or four trees deep when it happened. Susan cried out in surprise. I stopped and saw one of the pale leaves from the trees had fallen and landed on an exposed portion of her skin between her neck and her uniform. As I watched it seemed to flatten and the translucent veins that ran throughout the leaf turn suddenly scarlet. The entire leaf was a bloody crimson before it floated up to join the limb it had fallen from. I looked up as dozens, no hundreds, of the leaves began to drop and twirl towards us.

"Susan, forcefield... now!" I cried out as I raised a defensive dome over my head. The girls huddled within Susan's sphere while I ignited my weapon and went on the attack. "Die!" I howled as I slashed at the trunk of the nearest tree.

The entire woods took up the cry of pain from that single strike. A canopy of pale leaves lay atop both Susan's forcefield. They were trying to drink up the power she was using directly from the sphere. Susan was already on her knees weakened by their assault. Blind rage took over as I swapped out weapons. I drew Death Kiss from her sheath.

"Are you hungry sweetie?" I roared.

"Feed me Master!" She purred as I stabbed the same tree I had attacked before. Where the energy blade had left a shallow scorch mark Death Kiss pierced deep and drank deeper.

I leaned on her driving her deeper. Penetrating the tree and the bound collective of the entire forest. My cells drank up their power and I never heard the cry of warning from Angela. I was struck with enough force that normally would have killed me outright. Thanks to the enormous amount of life force I had stolen it barely registered. I stood and stretched out my hand. Death Kiss lovingly returned to my grasp as the watch dog towered above me. The lone tree that we had first spied upon our arrival stood there and raised its gnarly wooden limbs skyward ready to dash me to bits.

"Fuck you!" I screamed and leapt up and swung the rune sword. Death Kiss bit deep a second time and fed from the guardian tree. Since it didn't have the same connection the others shared it quickly withered and died. "Who's next?!" I cried out and the leaves retreated to their limbs and the forest fell silent. My body was coursing with power and I desperately needed to get rid of it before it burned me alive. I thrust my open palm skyward and sent a massive blast of sun bright lightning into the atmosphere. The thunder that followed was deafening.

"Damn Ghost, that was amazing!" MJ exclaimed while the twins and Angela were silent, and their combined gaze never left the purring sword in my grip. I sheathed Death Kiss and we continued deeper into the woods. We didn't have any further problems.

"Vampire trees?" I said as we neared the edge of the woods and faced a brightly lit shire. "English village?"

"I don't know. The thatching looks a bit tall for an English town. Norwegian? Icelandic?" Susan offered.

"Perhaps," Angela shrugged as she sniffed the air. "I smell mead! At least they are civilized."

We walked down the main lane of the town and saw flickering lights behind the covered windows. I guess I'd be scared shitless if I lived next to a vampiric forest. Angela's keen senses picked up the sounds of singing and music. She took over and led the way. The inn was by far the largest structure in the village we had seen so far. The alien script defied me to decipher it. The artwork on the sign was of a green dragon clawing at a rising sun.

Angela never hesitated and opened the door and strode in. We got the typical silent greeting as the singing died off and the musicians lowered their instruments. They were near humans with elfin features but strange eyes that didn't have an iris but more of a speckled mother of pearl appearance. Angela tried several languages until she hit on something they recognized. A minute later she was talking, ordering drinks, and if not welcomed at least pleasantly tolerated.

"Gift of languages," Angela explained. "They call themselves the Elderan. They serve at the grace of She Who Sleeps." The Asgardian translated and my first thought was oh great another Disney Princess.

"At least the mead is good." I complimented the bartender.

The party broke up an hour later as the sun rose, and the villagers went about their lives. Angela explained that the days and nights came and went quickly. The spin of the moon was fast and produced six-hour days and nights. I felt like a tourist having Angela play translator. The citizens were easy going and spoke about the sleeping princess as I thought of her freely. They appeared to see her as benevolent and were very protective of her. When I mentioned or asked about the sleeper's castle or palace they laughed. They pointed to a set of standing stones on the side of town away from the forest. That was her cairn or more precisely that is where she was buried.

"Is she dead?" I asked and that is when things got strange. Each citizen seemed to have problems understanding the concept of death. When I asked about illness or injury, they all said that they joined She Who Sleeps on the hill. I wondered if it was a communal grave site or cemetery. I asked about visiting it and they reacted in a knee jerk way and then informed me that in just a few days the entire community would be placing flowers by the stones. Seeing as a day was a mere twelve hours it would be a short wait. "Could you ask the innkeeper if we can stay there or if there is a place we can camp?"

"Already on it," Angela said. "There is an empty house close by that no one is using currently. The last tenants were banished, and we can stay there."

"Banished? What the hell did they do to get banished?" I asked and wondered if they had been fed to the trees or went the other way.

"Blasphemy." She explained. "Don't bad mouth the Sleeper."

"Not everyone is tickled about her then, interesting," I mused as Angela showed us where the empty house was.

The homes were uniform with stone exteriors, thatched roofs, and wooden doors. Wood. I stopped dead in my tracks. Where the hell did the wood come from? I examined it closely to see if it matched the same pale trunks, I had plunged my blade into. No, it appeared normal like any earthly wood like oak or pine. I let out a sigh of relief and the ladies looked at me and then the door.

"Aw fuck," Jenny cursed. "Are we cool?"

"We will take turns sitting watch." I suggested and they agreed. "Good. Now that we know where we are going to be sleeping, we should rest after that vampiric shit storm."

"Yeah," Susan chuckled. "I need a nap."

"I am fine," I stated. "Get some sleep. Angela?" I asked since she was an Asgardian and a goddess.

"I am alright I will keep you company friend Ghost." She offered. "Do you think the eye is with the Sleeper?"

"We don't even know what the eye is. It could be anything." I said as the twins took the bed and were asleep in short order. "Speaking of eye. I'll understand if you refuse to answer but can I ask you a question?"

"Of course!" She said a bit loudly and then softened her voice. "What do you want to know?" She whispered.

"The Eye of Agamotto," I asked quietly. "Is it or maybe I should put it like this, was it crafted by the dwarves?"

"Ah, I see why you ask." She replied thoughtfully. "The metal could be Uru and the design appears to be dwarf make. I don't know. My time in Asgard has been limited. I am still acclimating to my home. Remember, I was kidnapped and raised in the tenth realm of Heven. I trained with angels. The history and culture of the other nine realms is little known to me. I am sorry."

"No! I wish you the best of luck with that." I added. "OH! Shit! Hey, since I've got you here. I've got something that is written in a cryptic language can you look at it for me?"

"Absolutely!" She laughed. "If I can help, I'd be happy to do so." I opened my inventory and took out the alien tablet. Angela took once glance at it and winced in pain. Her eyes narrowed and a fierce light came into them. "Put it away! Argh! Hurts my head!"

"I am sorry, I didn't know," I said.

"Nor could you have," Angela replied. "Where did you get it?"

I launched into everything that occurred beneath the Fink residence. The ship, the creatures, and of course the metal tablet that came from the ship. When she learned that the tablet might be tied to the Many Angled Ones she nodded as she rubbed her head. I moved behind her and rubbed her shoulders and neck. She whimpered and leaned against me.

"You are seriously stressed," I remarked as I worked the knots and tension from her muscles.

"Of course, I am a goddess after all." She moaned. "Yes... right there."

It took little urging to get her naked. I opened cabinets and drawers extracting extra blankets and pillows. Angela was on her belly with her head cradled on the pillow. She lay on a blanket with me on top of her rubbing away her stress.

"I just wish I had some oil..." I commented when MJ said, 'heads up' and I caught the bottle of baby oil arcing my way. "...thanks!"

"Have fun." MJ giggled. I thanked her as I used pyrokinesis to warm the oil to the proper temperature.

"How is this?" I asked.

"OH! Yeah!" Angela growled as I applied the oil. Her skin glistened where I added the oil. She whimpered and moaned as I worked slowly downward all the way to her feet. She damn near climaxed when I applied the oil to her ass cheeks. I could see how wet she was when I worked on her upper thighs. "MMM... you are spoiling me."

"Yep." I declared. "Roll over."

Angela giggled with glee and patiently let me rub her front. I began with her feet and I didn't miss how hard her freckled nipples were. I reached her upper thighs and skipped to her lower belly. She let out a frustrated whimper. When I bypassed her tits, her eyes snapped open and the scintillating light gleaming there was a bit intimidating.

"Did I miss something?" I asked as I rubbed her arms.

"Yes, and you damn well know you did." She snarled softly.

"If I oil your breasts, I will be obligated to slide my erection between them. Have you ever given a lover that particular treat?" I asked and she shook her head. "Well, have you ever had a lover shoot his load over those lovely features of yours?" Again, she indicated in the negative. "Pity. I guess I am almost finished."

"Like hell you are!" Angela growled. "You will do these things or there will be consequences."

"Well, since you put it that way. Let me oil up them titties!"

Angela's mouth fell open and she moaned as I drizzled the oil on and between her breasts. I rubbed the oil in, and she gasped when I slid my cock in the valley between her tits. I ordered her to push them together and slowly rocked my hips.

"Does it feel good?" She asked as she chewed her lower lip nervously.

"UNNN!" I grunted repeatedly. "Pinch your nipples for me."

"Yes Ghost," Angela moaned. "MMMM, they are so sensitive. What do I say?"

"Give it to me. Spray my face. Things like that." I suggested. "I love fucking your tits."

"Yes!" She gasped triumphantly. "Fuck my tits lover! Stain my face with your cum."

"I am getting close." I warned her. "You may wish to close your eyes. I hear it burns like hell if it gets in there." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

"Ahh!" She greedily said.

I grunted as I climaxed. The first jet sailed and hit her lips and tongue. She automatically pulled her tongue in and smacked her lips. Her face was painted with gooey ropes of cum and she never looked sexier.

"Can I fuck you now?" I asked and she laughed gleefully. "I'll show you how to do the prone bone."

"Ooh, I want to learn a new combat form!" She growled as I wiped her face clean. I explained it was a position for making love and that excited her even more.

"Roll onto your belly. Good. Part your legs for me a bit. Excellent. I am going to part your ass cheeks and slide in nice and slow. How is that?" I asked and she grunted. "Now, you need to keep your body flat against the floor while I fuck you slowly."

"Aw damn," Angela whimpered. "Feels so good! I approve of this prone bone."

"Now that I am in, bring your legs together so I can straddle your legs. Perfect. Now lay there and take it."

I had to move slow and I felt every inch of her sugar walls grip me nice and tight. I felt her tremble and knew she was ready to holler. Instinct took over and I fashioned a ball gag out of the stuff of shadows and forced it between her teeth.

"MMMMM?!" She cried out aroused and confused. "MMM?"

"It is called a ball gag. It keeps you from waking the others." I explained. "It is a bondage thing."

"MMM?"

"More?" I asked feeling my cock get harder still.

"MMMore!" Angela moaned.

"Give me your arms. Good. Now, let's tie your wrists together. How is that?" I asked and her pussy squeezed me tight. "Excellent! Blindfold?"

"MMMHMMM!" She agreed.

Ten minutes later she was hovering in the air wrapped in thin lines of darkforce. I had her floating horizontally with her legs spread wide and exposed. I gripped her ass cheeks and began thrusting. We grunted in time as my erection sunk deep each time.

"Squeeze my cock you filthy little slut!" I whispered and she complied without question. Swish! Crack! Went the shadowy riding crop I had created. Her ass cheeks were crimson by now and we were both on the verge of climax. I slammed into her as hard as I could. Angela was one of the few lovers I had that could endure the full fury of my lust. "Come for me!"

'MMMMM!" She cried as she bucked against her restraints.

"Bravo!" MJ purred. "Me next?"

"What the hell is... oh damn girl!" Susan saw the trussed-up goddess. "I knew it! Didn't I tell you she was a closet freak. She looks amazing!"

I lowered Angela to the floor and released her. She leapt to her feet and looked around. She sprang at me, took me into her arms, and kissed me. I had touched a part of her, and I promised not to share what had happened here. The others agreed to silence. We washed up and headed for the pub. I was thirsty and needed time to restore my stamina bar.

"I've dreamt of such things," Angela whispered as she walked between Susan and Jenny. "I've often had a dream about being attacked by a giant spider and webbed up completely. Often, I woke rather aroused. I had no idea why. Ghost has made me see the truth about myself. Am I damaged?"

"Absolutely not," Jenny snapped. "Desire is always healthy. In this case you need to find someone you trust though. Not everyone will understand."

"I agree friend Jenny." Angela purred. "I am aroused just speaking of this."

"Don't fret," MJ moaned. "Ghost won't fail us."

"He never does." All four of them said in a single voice.

"Oh boy." I chuckled as I looked over my shoulder at them. "I'll have to gag all of you lest we wake the neighbors."

"Yes Please!" They begged.

Three of the moon's days and nights passed quickly and blissfully. Dawn of the fourth day was a solemn one. The entire town gathered near the center and gathered wildflowers from garden beds between homes and at the edge of the village. We followed suit and plucked our own blooms. We joined the parade and followed them up the path towards the cairn and standing stones. The sun rose in the sky quickly and gleamed off the stones. Only they weren't stones. The dull metallic projections appeared more like portions of a massive aircraft. Had their ancestors crashed here, and this is where portions of the ship still protruded from the ground? It made sense. It explained why they settled here. I began to wonder at the true nature of the Sleeper. Was she a pilot or technician? I grew excited to see her if we could.

We formed a circle around the stones or what I suspected were damaged wings or perhaps stabilizers. The flowers were brought to the center as the headman of the village recited a litany of words that Angela translated.

"Oh, great Mah-Sheen! En-Nitch-Ee-Ate Pozzi-Teev Feed Bak Lupe!"

"Kum-Pleet the Sir Cut!" The villagers replied.

"Power Up the Mass Field Jenny Eight Tor!" He intoned solemnly.

"Kum-Pleet the Sir Cut!" They begged and the ground vibrated in response.

"Tog! Gull! Forward!" The leader cried.

"Kum-Pleet the Sir Cut!" They called out and the ground split open, a cold fog rolled out and a cryogenic pod was revealed. Within was a member of the ship's crew. I raced forward and looked at the controls. She was elven, but clearly not Svartalfar, maybe she was a light elf or perhaps even a Vanir.

"Computer, deactivate cryo pod!" I called out.

"In... insufficient... pow... er..." the ship replied weakly.

"I can fix that. Tell them to stand back!" I declared and Angela warned them away. I reached my hand skyward and the skies darkened at my command. "I hope this works." The blast raced downward and struck one of the exposed 'stones'. I was wrong about them. They weren't wings or fins but were in fact solar collectors. Nothing happened so I hit one of the other panels. I saw power course across the pod. That one was still working, good. I waited before hitting the second panel with another bolt of lightning. "Well? Computer... status report!"

HISS! Click! Whine!

The pod opened and she tumbled out. I caught her in my arms, and I felt her chest rise as her eyes fluttered open. I used the Force and sent healing energy into her as gently as I was able. She was clearly disorientated.

"Easy there." I urged. "You've been asleep for a long time."

"Where?" She asked in elven. "NO!" She cried out her eyes locked on my left shoulder. I looked at where she was staring at the Yautja shoulder cannon.

"I ran into them too." I said. "I killed three of them with help from friends."

"Thank Bor," She gasped as I helped her to her feet. "An Aesir?" She asked when she saw Angela. "My life is yours Lady! I am called Lincalan."

"Song of Light," Angela translated for the villagers. "I accept your oath of fealty. What happened?"

"We were on a rescue mission from Vanaheim. A ship was in distress and when we docked, we were attacked." She explained. "We never got a good look at them. I saw one of them use one of those," she said pointing and her lip trembling. "The blast killed my friend. I was ordered to make an emergency FTL jump to try and escape. What I didn't realize is that there was another ship attached to ours. When the FTL kicked in it tore a hole in time/space. The ship broke in half as we crashed. The last thing I remember is activating the emergency cryogenic unit."