Play Testers Wanted Pt. 11

"Start moving," Storm urged as her students began riding me. "Great rhythm you two! You should see your expression Ghost. That is so hot. Lie back, it is time to taste the lightning."

I whimpered as the girls slowly rode me and Storm sat on my face. This was being spoiled on a level I never deserved. I used the serpent tongue right off the bat. Storm cried out in surprise as I primed her pussy and ass. I cupped those luscious cheeks of hers and buried my face as close as I could. My tongue split slid into her, and then thickened.

"You are full of surprises!" She growled. "Eat me out Ghost!" Meanwhile I heard the contrasting voices of Kitty and Nightcrawler. Kitty's was higher pitched as she drove her hips downward harder and harder. The more force she applied the louder she got. Nightcrawler was more of a moaner and her voice lower and subdued but just as intense in her own way.

I felt Kitty climax as her tight little pussy clenched tight around me, but she recuperated quickly. Nightcrawler was next and she came so hard she nearly passed out. Storm was quite happy to let my tongues go at her. She waited until the girls had climaxed twice each. Only then did she take her place. Nightcrawler and Kitty knelt close and watched enthralled as Storm mounted both erections. They winced when my lower erection slid into her ass. Storm cursed a blue streak and the girls laughed hearing that kind of language out of their instructor. Storm's voice was loud and elemental crackling with power.

"...god damn hammer me... harder motherfucker... do I look fragile to you..."

I rolled her onto her back and then onto her shoulders. I jackhammered into Storm with complete abandon. Her first orgasm nearly sent me into the ceiling when her entire body discharged a massive electrical charge. I sat on the floor with wisps of smoke floating off my limbs and torso. I exhaled which sent a stream of smoke into the air.

"Damn woman," I laughed.

"You okay Ghost?" Storm asked as she hugged me and helped me to my feet.

"Who is next? Either one of you want to..."

"ME!!" Nightcrawler begged.

"Fine. You two sit tight. You, ass up head down." I growled as I approached the eager mutant and spat on her asshole. "Let's get you ready." I purred as I worked two fingers into her ass and let my stamina bar recharge. "How is that, you still okay?"

"UNNNN!!" She moaned. "More."

"Can you take another one?" I asked and she nodded slowly. "You can stop at any time, got it." I said as I worked another digit into her slowly. I glanced at Kitty. What a hungry expression on her face. "You want to hold them for me?"

"Me?" Kitty flinched for a second before nodding. "Let's do this!"

I withdrew my fingers and Shadow Cat took both erections in hand and aimed them. I pushed slowly and savored the noises Nightcrawler made. I grabbed her forked tail and that brought her head up. Storm placed her face next to Nightcrawler's.

"You okay kiddo?" She asked. "Good. I remember my first DP, it was epic. I got skewered between Logan and Colossus. Man, what a night!"

"I am so full." Nightcrawler whimpered and I stopped. She nodded after a few minutes. I used her tail for leverage and fucked her nice and slow. "Best night ever!"

"Tell me about it." I said. "I'm going to keep it nice and slow."

"That's fine by me," She groaned, and Storm gave me a nod that she was okay. I whimpered and fought the urge to cum, but she was just so damn tight. "He's getting bigger! Did I do that?"

"UH HUH!" I said through clenched teeth.

I pulled back and slammed into her and cut lose. She climaxed a few seconds later. I lay on top of her panting and gasping for breath. Our sweat mingled as we recuperated. I pulled out and she hit the bathroom to clean up. I washed up once she was done and discovered the second bottle of Wakandan champagne. I looked at Storm and she was as surprised as I was. I opened it and filled glasses. We snuggled on the bed as I let my stamina recharge.

'Trophy Earned: Blue Genes - Mother and Daughter. Trophy Earned: Riding the Storm Out. Trophy Earned: Unphased and Proud of it.'

When I read blue genes, I suddenly remember that Mystique was in fact Nightcrawler's mother. That made me a mother fucker. I wondered what mischief the shifter was getting herself and the other members of M3 into.

"I am sure Xavier and Jean will find Bobby." I tried to reassure them and keep on task.

"Can they help him once they do?" Kitty asked.

"I'll be honest with you. I don't know. I hope so." I replied and they were used to hard truths. I refilled my glass and sipped it. Two hours later the four of us entered the bar from the stairs that led to the second floor. There were more patrons now and Doc Connors was behind the bar. He gestured urgently at the big screen TV. We rushed forward and there was a shot of Avenger's Tower, you could see the broken window highlighted by a computer graphic, while the banner below read 'Suicide at Stark Industries'. My HUD chimed as it picked up the quest 'Taking its Tohl'.

"Let me drop you off at the Black Bird. I need to see what is going on with Stark." I said and they agreed. We linked hands and I used far sight to find the aircraft, but it was no longer parked by the bar. I told Storm and she said someone must have remote piloted it back to the mansion. I changed my target to the front door of the mansion and folded space there to push the range of that skill. One step later and we were there. "Okay, I got to go."

"Hold on," Nightcrawler exclaimed. "What was that? That wasn't teleportation I know the feel of that."

"Come here," I said, and she followed me out of ear shot of the others. "I can fold time/space. Instead of using an alternate dimension to teleport. I warp the fabric of space to hop around. That is just between us."

"I'll keep your secret the best I can. There are quite a few telepaths around here." She giggled. "Thanks for trusting me with this." She said and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for everything, it was worth the wait."

'Trophy earned: Folding her space. Trophy earned: A new phase for her. Talent gained: Ether Walk-Basic.'

I walked back with Nightcrawler and hugged them goodbye. They promised to keep me in the loop in the search for Bobby. I touched my subdermal comm link and tried to get in touch with Toni Stark. I got Jarvis instead.

"Ghost Fire, Ms. Stark is inundated now. I'm sure you understand." The A.I. shared gently.

"Absolutely, I want to help if I can." I said.

"Well, one moment... Ghost Fire is offering his help Ms. Stark." Pause. "I will inform him. Mr. Tohl has a sister. Can you go to the home they share and inform her and give her condolences until such time as Ms. Stark can do so in person?"

"Sure. I will do my best." I said.

"Ding!" Address of the Tohl household received.

"I need a taxi." I thought out loud.

"Hey! Ghost! Need a lift?" Harry Canyon asked as he pulled up in his armored taxi.

"Perfect timing Harry," I said and gave him the address of the Tohl house.

"I've been there before," he commented in his heavy Brooklyn accent. "Creepy place, almost as creepy as that brownstone on Bleeker Street. The lady there is nice enough but her brother, wow what a nut job!"

"He just committed suicide." I said and Harry dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Doesn't surprise me," Harry said. "That guy was always talking about all sorts of crazy shit. The Great Old Ones! Yog something or another. Kuh-Too-Lou and all kinds of insane stuff. The guy was batshit crazy I tell ya."

"I believe you Harry." I said. "I wonder what pushed him over the edge."

"Who knows. It is nice you trying to help his sister though. If you need a lift just stick out your thumb." He offered.

"Hey, is that a suntan you're sporting?" I asked noticing the noticeable tan lines.

"Damn straight!" He beamed. "I just got back from a month down south. Caribbean and all that. I still have money in the bank to boot!"

"Sounds like an interesting story," I said seeing if he would share or not. He did.

"So, no shit... there I was..." Harry began.

Fade In:

I was driving in front of the Met, the Metropolitan for you artsy-fartsy sorts, when all hell broke loose. This luscious thing throws herself against my cab. I looked up at the front of the building and there's this old guy full of holes and three other guys stepping through the shattered glass door they had just shot the living shit out of. Normally I don't get involved in other people's affairs but damn this girl was stacked. I unlocked the back door and let her in, big mistake. I drove off while two of those assholes shot at my cab! I decided at that moment to take her to the cops. That didn't go over at all. There she was passed out in the back of my cab. The police were too busy investigating a break in at the Met to even interview the girl. What's a guy to do? I took her back to my place.

"You saved my ass," she said as she stood up and looked around.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked her.

"Those assholes broke in and tried to steal something my father discovered in a forgotten tomb." She explained looking lost and forlorn.

"You can sleep on the couch for now until you find some place to lay low." I offered. Second big mistake sort of.

I was worn the fuck out and went to bed. I had barely got in bed before the cute little redhead came sniffing around for some good old American cock. In short, I fucked her senseless. After such a great job I fell asleep. The cops finally got around to doing their job. They showed up and asked nicely for the whereabouts of the girl.

"Girl? Which girl? What's her name?" I asked and the strange thing is, they never said. Police corruption I tell ya. They left and I knew they were both hiding shit. She was gone and I was okay with that. I got what I wanted. Did I mention she gave up the ass too? Yeah, she did. I went on just like any other day. I hung out by the usual places. The Gate complex is a great place to pick up fares. You can teleport wherever you want, but you still need a taxi at the end of the road. I had just dropped off a fare at a hotel when she messaged me. There's this new system that Stark help fund, MessageCom. They are these flying robots that use the same jet things her suit does to flitter all over. She was so impressed with the night before she wanted another go at me. We snuck up to the torch of Lady Liberty and I fucked her into submission a second time. After that, and I don't know where she got the strength, she pulled out this weird suitcase. That isn't right either, it looked like a big ass cylinder, it was domed on top, with a handle to carry it around. It was about two maybe three feet tall and with a twist of the handle it opened halfway. Two panels on either side folded down revealing a green glowing soccer ball.

"This is what they are after," she said. "They offered us half a million for it."

"Sweet, I'll cover that sweet ass of yours and we'll get this over with." I told her and she kissed me like she would die without me.

So, we went back to my place until it got dark. We went down to Queens and made the exchange. She was so grateful she handed over the bitcoin purse to me and disappeared. I've never seen her since. Harry said with a forlorn expression on his ruggedly handsome features.

Fade to Black:

"So, there's some kind of glowing rock out there somewhere." He said.

"You killed her, didn't you?" I asked and he laughed.

"Would you believe that fucking slut tried to take me out, me... yeah I erased her ass." Harry admitted. "Don't tell May about this. She has been helping me get over that kind of thing."

"I got your back Harry." I said and he smiled.

"Tohl House, on your left. Thanks Ghost, I'm glad to get that off my chest." He said smiling.

"Take care of yourself Harry." I said and swiped my card to pay the fare and tipped him well. "Oh hey, did you ever get her name?"

"The archaeologist's daughter," he asked, and I nodded. "Nope and I don't care."

I watched him drive off and stood in front of the dark stone building. The exterior appeared to be fashioned from either granite bricks or some other similar material. The wrought iron gate was elegant and done in the fashion of ivy leaves and swirling creepers. I looked around and switched to street clothes before knocking on the front door. I opened the gate, mounted the stone steps, and knocked on the iron bound oaken door. The door opened and a middle-aged woman with long dark hair, bright green eyes, and a charming smile greeted me.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"I was sent here by Toni Stark," I said. "It is about your brother, can I come in?" I asked and she did the strangest thing. She reached into her blouse, took out a silver fob watch, and opened it to read the time.

"You are right on time," she replied. "Come in."

"Okay." I said and followed her in. I closed the door behind me and gasped when I saw the interior of her home. "Whoa!" I gasped at the beauty and majesty of the items upon display.

"Look around, coffee is almost ready." She said. "Talia, my name is Talia Tohl. Nice to meet you... Ghost man." She chuckled and I felt my jaw drop open. I never felt a hint of telepathic contact. "Not telepathy," she hollered. "I am a Chronomancer! I can read your history only, not your future."

"Holy shit, the Serpent Ring of Set!" I exclaimed as I looked under a glass display case. "Isn't that the Book of Epimetreus?"

"You should know," she replied to that. "Take it out and look at it."

I reached for the magical tome and the protective runes flared to life for a second and then faded. The book was your typical spell book, large, thick, and bound in metal and leather. I recognized the phoenix sigil on the cover and since there was only one Phoenix Mage in all history it had to have been written by Epimetreus. The interesting part was the straps attached at the top and bottom of the book's spine for easy carry. I held the book close and saw hundreds of small runes etched not only in the metal cage that helped protect the book but into the leather cover, spine, and back as well.

"It is a rune book!" I exclaimed. "Holy... wow!" I said as I touched the metallic catch and it opened with an audible click.

"I knew it!" Talia exclaimed as she carried in an antique silver tray with a matching antique silver coffee service.

"You changed your look," I noticed how her hair was now in a 1950's updo with matching apparel.

"I thought you'd find it sexier to be dressed more modestly." She admitted. "Open it for me please. Read to me Ghost man." She purred.

"Okay," I said licking my lips as she uncrossed and crossed her legs giving me a flash of bright red panties. I focused on the book looked at the cover page. It had an intricate magical seal laid out with runes and an incantation along the exterior of the outer circle. "It is a summoning spell."

"Can you read it, I mean, is it legible to you?" She asked practically moaning.

"Um let's see," I said and yeah, the spell was clear to see. "Yes, it is quite legible. I don't know about this. I could be summoning anything." I heard her moving around in her seat and something soft and fragrant struck me. I caught her panties before they fell to the floor. "Upping the ante, I see." I said and then sniffed them.

"Naughty boy," she growled.

I closed my eyes as I felt a critical moment arriving. This was going to change my character on a fundamental level. 'Anackire? What should I do?'

'I hear you Ghost Fire,' a voice said but it wasn't Anackire. It was in fact the goddess Istus, she who rules Time, Space, and Fate. The colorless deity whispered in my thoughts. 'Destiny awaits.'

I remembered how Conan the Barbarian had recognized me as Epimetreus and now Istus says that destiny awaits. I opened my eyes and glanced at Talia. She looked like she was ready to jump my bones. She looked hungry. Was it for me or what was about to happen? Fate awaits. I read the spell and it was surprisingly easy. I adjusted my grip on the book and brought my left hand towards the sigil and the two repelled the other. It felt like two magnets fighting one another. I swapped hands and the sigil didn't mind my right hand. I placed my palm against the design just as the spell directed and I invoked the spell. With each syllable spoken the air grew warmer and warmer until I felt the entire room would burst into flame. I recognized the piercing cry and the room, hell the entire world fell away, and it was just me, the book, and the blazing figure swooping down at me.

I let out a scream as the horizontal column of red-gold flame slammed into my chest. I held onto consciousness as if it were a life preserver. I failed. There is only so much the mind can withstand. When I awoke, I was sprawled on Talia's comfy couch. She was sipping her coffee from the antique teacup. The translucent porcelain let just enough light to pass through it so show her cup was half empty.

"I feel half full." I muttered groggily as I sat up. She had changed her clothing, no, she had changed her entire look. Even her ethnicity had changed since I had last laid eyes upon her. When I first met her, I would have guessed her parents either Germanic stock or perhaps Eastern European. Now, well now, she appeared half Latin or Brazilian and a good portion Celt. Her skin now had a healthy tan with freckles decorating her soft flesh. Her hair hung loose and fell to the seat of the chair she occupied. Even her eye color was different. What had once been bright green like Sunkissed grass now the color of honey or amber. "You've changed."

"Are you sure?" She asked smiling and helping me from couch to opposite her on the small serving table. "Coffee is still warm."

"Thanks, mmm this is tasty." I commented on the brew. "What happened?"

"You opened the book and cast the first spell in it." She said. "Quite the light show."

"Yeah, tell me about it. Should have seen it from my point of view." I replied.

"After coffee I'll show you the famous Tohl collection if you want." She said completely unphased by the death of her brother.

"I'd like that," I told her. "About your brother..."

"He predicted his death down to the minute. He was a prophet. I can only see people's past. He could view all their possible choices and follow the most likely path they would take."

"So, you can see mine then," I said, and she shrugged.

"Yours is like braided rope. You are a time traveler I take it. That is the only thing that makes sense. Your past and present and future all overlapping one another." She said filling her cup and adding sugar and creamer.

After coffee she showed me, as she described it, the famed Tohl collection. It was one of if not the largest private collections of occult books and artifacts in the world. It rivalled what I had seen in the New York Sanctum and matched some of what I had seen in Kamar Taj. The artifacts were many and varied while numerous tomes had been procured from the Golden Goblin Press located here in New York. She took a key from around her neck and unlocked a thick iron bound oaken door.

"What's in here?" I asked and she just waved me in and let me discover it on my own. The room was dimly lit, but I could easily make out ten free standing tables. Hanging from the ceiling above each table was a small ornate lamp. They weren't big enough to be called a chandelier or simply a bulb. Each of the lamps were hand blown glass sculpture that reflected the thing below it. The nearest of the tables had a mermaid themed lamp. But instead of cute human female the upper torso was monstrous. The strange structure on the table beneath the mermaid hurt my head to look at for too long. "What the hell?!"

"Yeah, after all of these years it hurts me too." Talia chuckled. "My grandfather travelled the world and inspired by unique locations he made these. You will find no other dioramas like these anywhere else."