Trials of a Planeswalker Ch. 02: Fall

"Oh rationalize it all you want, you know you want all of this." Blayne said, striking a pose as his shirt hit the floor.

Varia glared at him, but the sight of his bare chest made it difficult. Thanks to wielding all that magic and martial arts training, he was positively chiseled. Not bulky or thick-muscled, just very well defined and lean in a manner that it made Varia's panties wet. His muscles tensed in his pose and she could see them rippling under his toned arms. Her eyes darted from his flat pectorals to his cut six pack and she lost it.

"Rawr!" She roared and leapt on him, tackling him to the bed. She assaulted him with kisses, rubbing her bare breasts against his chest with all the burning desire in her body. It had been some time since she had felt such a raw, burning desire for her husband like this. They had been so busy and had been doing so much recently that they barely had a moment alone together. She straddled his waist, holding his face as she tongue-fucked his mouth.

"Holy shit." Blayne finally gasped as she let up on him, "What in the fuck was mmppphhh!"

She grabbed him again and pressed their lips back together. While she lip-raped him, her hands worked wildly to undo his pants. When his cock was free, she grabbed ahold of it and slipped off the bed. Before he could even speak, she had her lips around him and was deep throating his cock.

"Varia! What has gotten into you?" Blayne moaned, digging his fingers into the bed. Her throat was convulsing around his cock, sucking him in complete, maddening desperation. When she didn't respond, he actually started to worry. So he put his finger behind her earlobe and wiggled it a bit. She immediately coughed and tried not to laugh, jerking away from him in a wild escape attempt.

"Blayne! Blayne, you dick! You know I'm ticklish there!" Varia laughed hysterically as he put her sideways on the floor laughing.

"Varia, what is wrong with you? A moment a go you were half-awake and now you're attacking me like a demon! I just want a word of explanation." Blayne said, slipping down to kneel next to her.

"You doofus, it's you of course. I had forgotten how amazing your body looked with all the monk fighting you do." Varia gasped and sighed once he had stopped.

"Oh... really?" Blayne said in surprise, "Well now you know how I feel when I look at you."

He leaned down and cupped her face, meeting her lips with a deep, passionate kiss. His other hand slipped down her body and slid under the belt of her shorts. He found her panties a sodden swamp of lustful juices. His finger met absolutely no resistance as he slid it into her slit. She moaned into his mouth and her eyes started to roll back in her head. Her body was incredibly sensitive to pleasure right now and she was very close to orgasm. All it took was his fingers deftly pulling back her pussy lips and sliding over her engorged clitoris. She jerked and wrapped her arms around him, her pussy wetting her underwear even further. He could see a wet spot forming in the front of her shorts as the juices leaked out. She slumped from his arms, a dazed and happy look on her face.

"Does that help?" Blayne snickered.

"Uhhuhh..." She slurred, her lips barely moving.

"Good because now you're getting me." He said, slipping her shorts and boots off her gorgeous, slender legs. Her faculties slowly returned as he spread her legs and lined his cock up with her. Her eyes were transfixed by his dick as it inched ever closer to her cunt. She licked her lips and groped her breasts in anticipation. He slid gently into her, her orgasm-weakened womanhood letting him slide in easily. She moaned deeply and arched her back. The sensation of their genitalia being joined once again was exquisite for both of them. Such ecstasy was mind-blowing and Blayne had to clench tightly to not cum. Her maddening lust for him was very, very hot and he wasn't going to last long because of it.

"Oh Blayne, yes! Your dick feels so great inside me. Fuck me! Do it! Pound my pussy!" Varia panted wildly, her heart pounding out of her chest. When she first met him, she couldn't have imagined anyone as weak as he was. Now he was her vision of true strength and unending courage. The things she had seen him do and the power in his magic was a huge turn on for her.

His hips pushed harder and he shoved his dick as deep as he could into her with each thrust. His balls could barely be contained as he fought every bit of pleasure her pussy provided. It was quite the relief when he felt her clench with another orgasm, letting him quickly follow it with his own thick, sticky orgasm. Wondrously powerful splooge poured into Varia, filling her tight little womb to the brim. They both cried out and Blayne collapsed on her, his arms wrapped around her body tightly.

There was a loud kick on their door and an angry voice from Jhoira, "If you're gonna fuck on my boat, keep it down!"

Blayne grinned sheepishly and pushed himself off Varia. As he sat back, he realized she was making an incredibly strange noise.

"Varia? You okay?" He asked, glancing down at her.

She was giggling uncontrollably, something he had never heard her do in the entire time he knew her. He had heard her laugh, guffaw, chuckle and snicker, but never giggle like a schoolgirl. He just groaned and shook his head. All this stress was must really be getting to her, he thought. Blayne was relieved when she finally fell asleep.

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Across the country, in the desolate Manhattan, a horrific beast was being born. In the dark of night, a pile of old corpses and bits of rotten animal grew together into a single form. Wings burst from its shoulders and great black claws grew from its hands and feet. The abomination's flesh grew hard with metal plates, unnaturally crafted together by the phyrexian plague. A head rose high from a strong pair of shoulders. Huge ram horns curled out from the forehead and six dark black eyes opened across its face. A mouth filled with razor teeth opened wide, taking its first repulsive breath in this life.

"The Phyrexians live again!" He roared, getting to his feet with great, rumbling steps. His black metal-imbued flesh glinted in the moonlight and globs of useless, rotten flesh flicked off his body. He spread his wings and took to the sky. At his whim, the plague moved and grew. It now had a leader, a great hive mind to rule it's every cell. This Phyrexian master took control of every spore on the isle of Manhattan and set it to grow an army to take over this planet.

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Blayne was happily snuggled in bed with Varia, their warm bodies entwined in a blissful sleep. So when the ship was rocked with a deafening explosion, he was rather unhappy about it. The entire ship swayed with the force of the impact, an impressive feat considering it was flying and only tied down by large ropes.

"What the hell was that?" Varia groaned, sitting up.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's gotta die." Blayne grumbled. He rolled out of the small bed and pulled on his pants. He tugged on his boots and tossed his shirt over his head. Varia got herself together as well before they walked out into the hallway. Blayne ran almost headlong into a grumpy but alert Henry.

"Whatever that was, it was big." Henry observed.

"No kidding." Blayne nodded.

They climbed to the deck and went out to the railing. The sight had Blayne's mouth hanging open. The Washington Monument was lying on its side, knocked over by a gigantic impact at the base of it. In the crater of the impact, a dark creature was stirring and rising to its feet.

"What is that?" Robin asked from behind them.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's gotta die." Varia said with a smirk. She casually tossed herself over the railing and floated to the ground on wings of dark magic.

"Robin, in one of the turrets. In case anything goes wrong, I want you and Jhoira out of here." Henry said.

"You, creature! What are you doing here?!" Blayne yelled, standing on top of the railing of the ship. Henry had slipped over the side and was climbing down the ladder. The beast was standing fully upright now. It was probably twenty feet tall and in the light of day, it looked like a horrid abomination. The bones and remnants of the people and animals used to make it were still partially visible in places. Six black eyes stared intently at Blayne and a wave of deadly Phyrexian spores flowed from its maw when it breathed.

"I am Phyrexia made anew and I am the one who shall be the master of this world. I shall raise our empire from the ashes and this world will be the origin of our renewed conquest of the Multiverse!" The creature said. Its voice seemed pierce their very souls. It was as if it spoke with the vocal cords of man and beast alike, and yet it was so much more... wrong.

"How can you know this? You are just a creation of a mindless plague!" Blayne challenged.

"Because all of Phyrexian's existence and knowledge is contained within the plague. Even one spore is enough to grow our mighty race anew! We shall inevitably claim the whole Multiverse! We are unstoppable. We are perfection. Your resistance shall only prolong the agony of your demise." The creature grinned horridly, showing dozens of sharp teeth.

"Blayne shut up and let us kill it!" Varia yelled from the ground.

"Yes, cease your words and bring war. I require more flesh to grow my armies." The beast said.

"Hold. If we are to trade blows, I wish to know exactly why. First, what is your name?" Blayne said, his face completely calm. He didn't want to bring this to a fight if he could avoid it. There were a lot of civilians and a lot of damage that could be done here.

"I have no name, for I am the rebirth of my race! But you may call me The Praetor, as I lead the Phyrexians of this world." The beast said with a tone of self-righteousness.

"I have one more question Praetor, for what reason is it you do this? Is it so difficult for the Phyrexians to settle on a world that is uninhabited and grow in peace?" Blayne asked, quietly gathering mana for his first volley. He could sense this horrid abomination was only interested in taking their flesh for his army, and that it only engaged in discourse for his own amusement.

"Because there is no life there! Nothing to feed upon and grow! Now that is quite enough! I shall devour you all!" The Praetor yelled, lunging forward.

"So be it!" Blayne roared, leaping into the air towards him. Lightning crackled in the air around him as he began to let loose his first spell.

Thunder crashed loudly in the sky and a blinding explosion of electricity engulfed the Praetor, striking his wretched flesh all over. Blayne landed a few feet in front of Varia and a Henry. The Praetor roared in anger, spewing forth a great cloud of plague spores. Henry countered with a flick of his wrist, sending out a huge wave of golden mana that burned the spores away to nothing. But It passed over the monster without much more than annoyance.

"Duck!" Robin yelled and she fired one of the ship's mana cannons.

The blinding laser struck The Praetors full in the chest, heating the metal of his flesh to white hot in seconds. He paused his advance, trying to hold his ground against the powerful assault. Unfortunately as soon as Robin let go of the trigger, it was apparent that the attack had done almost nothing. His armored flesh was hot, but he did not appear bothered by it. His great, clawed feet continued to move towards them and he raised an enormous fist. When it came down, Blayne met it with a powerful barrier. He grunted under the strain, but his spell held strong. The Praetor grumbled in annoyance and pushed down on his shield.

"Henry, help me!" Blayne exclaimed.

White mana surged in Henry's hands and enormous, glowing arms engulfed his shoulders. These grabbed The Praetor's head and pushed him back.

"Just the arms?" Blayne laughed, watching Henry shove him back into the crater.

"I figured they were enough." Henry smirked, flexing the titan-sized arms high above his head.

"They certainly are strong. But no manner of physical strength can stand against the Phyrexians." The Praetor growled as he stepped back out of the crater.

"We'll see about that!" Without missing a beat, Henry lunged forward and punched the Phyrexian across the face as hard as he could. As The Praetor stumbled back, Henry raised both fists and brought them crashing down on his head. He didn't relent for a moment, smashing him repeatedly into the ground until sweat dripped from his forehead and he was panting with the strain.

"That'll shut him up." Henry grinned, letting the titan arms disappear with a cloud of golden sparkles.

"Nice one lover!" Robin called happily from the ship railing.

By this time there were a dozen cop cars parked nearby and a crowd was gathering. Some military vehicles had also joined them and there were armed soldiers waiting near the edges of the grass. Blayne looked around at them and strode over to the nearest police officer.

"What in the fucking..." The officer said, quite lost for words.

"Everyone needs to get out of here. This is not a place for any of you." Blayne said in an urgent but commanding tone.

"And who the hell are you to give us orders?" A soldier challenged him.

"Hey, if you think your guns will do any good against that," Henry yelled, pointing to the creature in the crater.

The ground rumbled and The Praetor rose again. His crippled and broken body was restoring itself, the organic metal rejoining and the black flesh stitching together. Blayne gritted his teeth and turned his back on the soldier. Power filled his body, although not nearly as much as he would've liked. The Mox Ruby was still in the cabin on the ship and the lack of mana on Earth was really starting to take its toll on him. Before long he would need that Mox to recharge or he wouldn't be able to make half a lightning bolt.

A short burst of magic launched him towards his foe. Before the others could react, Blayne's fist slammed into the beast like a bolt of lightning. Thunder crashed all around them and he stood on top of The Praetor's great horned head. Electricity coursed around his fist and he brought it slamming down on the tough skull beneath him. His power flashed brightly and The Praetor grunted in pain. He shuddered and thrashed his head, hurling Blayne across the grass.

"Blayne!" Varia yelled loudly. Her voice was cut off as Robin pulled the trigger on the turret again. The mana beam struck The Praetor full in the face this time and the scent of roasting flesh permeated the area. He roared in agony and rampaged about, trying to escape the attack. Before it could truly hurt him though, the beam died off.

"Robin, don't stop! That was good!" Henry yelled up at her.

"It won't fire! It stopped!" Robin called hysterically.

"Fuck." Blayne grunted as he got to his feet. He was a good distance away from them, lying in the soft dewy grass.

"Enough of this." The Praetor growled. He breathed deep and threw his head to the sky, roaring a deafening beastly yell. Spores filled the air and dark clouds started to move in overhead. The flapping of great leathery wings could be heard coming from the north.

"Blayne! Henry! We got another problem!" Robin called down to them.

"What is it?" Henry yelled desperately.

"That!" Robin pointed.

From the north came a great flock of horrid beasts: demons and abominations of all kinds. They hurtled through the air towards the radiant dawn, answering the call of their overlord.

"Ohhh fuck me." Henry groaned, his face falling.

"What the fuck is going on up here?!" Chandra yelled loudly, a great eruption of fire announcing her arrival on the deck of the ship. Apparently she and Maria were very deep sleepers, to have not heard anything up until now.

"Look around!" Robin snapped, "It's not good!"

"Yes, my army comes. You stand no chance now, not that you even did before." The Praetor said straightening up to his full height, "You will all die screaming."

"The hell we will." Henry said, pulling his Mox Pearl from his pocket.

"Henry! Give me the Pearl!" Varia shouted, suddenly grabbing his arm.

"Uhhh, kinda need it right now," Henry replied in exasperation.

"Just trust me on this! Robin I need the necklace as well!" Varia yelled up at her.

"Sure!" Robin pulled it off her neck and threw it down at her.

"Whatever you're doing better work!" He grumbled, handing over the mox.

"Oh it will." Varia smiled, golden light starting to swirl around her, "Guardian of Innistrad, I call on you! Avacyn!"

Holding the necklace in one hand and the Mox Pearl in the other, a beam of holy light enveloped her. It shot into the heavens; bursting through the dark clouds and making the Phyrexian abominations freeze in awe. Even The Praetor was momentarily blinded by her spell. From above them, the golden light spread outward and it formed into a magnificent form. Out of the bright skies, a host of angels appeared. A rapturous choir rang down from the clouds as more and more of the shining angels arrived.

Finally, from amidst the beautiful congregation, a blinding golden meteor hurtled towards the ground. It struck the ground between the defenders and The Praetor, exploding in a glorious shimmering flash. A glorious being stood in its place. Her wings snapped wide and her spear struck the ground, letting out a single note that sounded like the ringing of a thousand bells. It reverberated through the entire city and everything around them fell into total silence. Even the song of the angels was muted by her command.

"You, beast of the dark, are not welcome in this world." Avacyn's voice rang with a heart-wrenching clarity. She raised her glimmering silver spear and hurled it with glorious perfection. It pierced the Praetor's flesh and he roared in agony, feeling true pain for the first time. The angel's light penetrated to his very core. Now the Praetor knew fear: If this continued, he would fall before Avacyn's might.

Once the first blow was struck, carnage erupted in the skies above them. The hosts of angels that had been singing of Avacyn's glory a moment ago turned to the north and assailed the stunned Phyrexian hordes. Their majestic powers cut through the enemy's numbers like fire through a field of corrupted wheat.

"Angels. Disgusting, light-loving angels! I hate you with every ounce of my being." The Praetor said through clenched teeth, gripping her shining spear with a clawed hand. He ripped it from his chest and threw it to the ground before him. His wings spread wide and he leapt into the air.

"You shall not escape my retribution so easily, foul beast!" Avacyn said, dashing forward. She picked up her spear and leapt after him, soaring upwards on beautiful white wings.

"Protect me!" The Praetor roared. His minions obeyed, abandoning their fight with Avacyn's forces. They dove past them and towards Avacyn. Before the grand archangel could raise her spear, she was mobbed by dozens of horrid abominations. They tackled her from every angle, crippling her wings and forcing her to the ground. The Praetor, a grin crossing his dark face, fled from the battlefield. The brave angels that tried to block his path were easily cast aside; tumbling earthward bathed in Phyrexian tar.

"Yahh!" Avacyn yelled, a sphere of golden light erupting outward from her body. It vaporized the Phyrexians clinging to her and she stood up, "Angels! After the great one! He is the leader!"

"Avacyn, no! We must protect the people!" Blayne called, pointing to the lesser Phyrexian abominations that had begun preying on the city's inhabitants.

"So be it. Clean up the weaklings, protect the innocent!" She commanded the hosts above her. They returned to their crusade on the Phyrexians while the Praetor made good his escape. It only took a few minutes for the hundred angels around them to cleanse the area of any surviving Phyrexians and their plague.