Judge Not - Chapter 9: Lek, Agranquost, and Hypnos (Mf Ff Mh MMF inc father/daughter bi creampie oral)

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Chapter 9: Lek, Agranquost, and Hypnos

My mind reeled.

My first impression was of being trapped in an endless sphere of water, but that wasn't quite right. I could breathe, though I struggled at first to get enough oxygen with my heart racing and the overwhelming sensation of plummeting making my stomach lunge into my throat. My arms and legs flailed, resistance to movement much like being in water, but, again, that wasn't quite right.

I tried to look around but found my brain unable at first to comprehend my surroundings. I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision, a dull grey blur all I could make out. I fought for stability, for balance, for anything I could decide was tangible and real. For an unknown amount of time, I failed utterly and retched in response.

"It will pass," a gravelly, masculine voice assured me. I turned, trying to source the voice but saw nothing, the grey aether shimmering around me.

I retched again, spinning and tumbling into nothing but grey. My feet were in the air, or in the water, but there was no bottom, no ground, nothing on which to arrest my fall.

"Focus," the voice said again, "we must be quick."

"Help me..." I uttered weakly, not so much speaking as forcing the aether to vibrate as if I had.

"I'm trying. You must focus."

"How?"

"Stop trying to comprehend this place and remember yourself first."

The words were meaningless in my state. I knew who I was, where I'd been minutes (or hours?) before. I remembered the enormous olive-skinned man covered with blue, shimmering tattoos. Aside from my present situation, somehow falling through nothing but grey mist and being uncertain how I might be oriented, I felt otherwise all-too-aware of myself. "I know myself," I said, struggling to breathe, "help me!"

"Use the essence and ground yourself."

I tried to sense the existence of the soul of a god which had been part of me for some days. It was there, as it always was, and I fought my urge to examine it and simply willed myself to feel some sense of context in this odd reality.

The spinning, tumbling, falling sensations halted immediately. I still wasn't on solid ground or in any place which felt reasonably like any I'd ever experienced, but my body relaxed a bit, my breathing slowed, and my eyes began to find detail in the swirling grey.

The giant was there in front of me, his form emerging from the aether. Like me, he appeared to be floating or falling, but his tensed muscles showed no additional struggle to remain still. I mimicked his calm and felt the nausea pass.

"Good," the huge man said in his boulder-grinding tone. "Now, follow me."

It was not like he turned or stepped or moved away in any normal physical sense, but I could tell he was gaining distance on me. I willed myself to keep a steady pace, if one could call it that, which matched his. The man's huge form shimmered a little as we passed through formless space until he finally halted, in a sense, and looked back at me. "Do you feel the wrongness trying to take your life?"

"Huh?"

"Feel it, host," the man told me, "an attempt is being made on your life, right now, in your past."

I shook my head, "That makes no sense..."

"Only because you are resisting the truth. Feel it, host."

And it was clear he was right. It was like watching a duck paddle across a still pond, creating gentle ripples on the surface. The surface was all which had been, up to that moment, the ripples an attempt to change what had occurred. It felt personal, directed at me, not a duck but a being, a powerful one, or at least one with access to great power. I felt threatened, fearful, as if my past was being altered in a terrifying and final way. "What do I do?"

"Go there. Go there now. I'll show you the path..."

In my mind, there was a sort of hallway. It felt familiar, drawn with heavy grey stones, like some of my experiences from days earlier. The man led my attention down one hall then around a corner, back and forth across the maze of stone and cold emptiness. I was shown a doorway like the others I'd seen before.

"Open it and go through and then fight the agent of chaos bent on destroying you. Before it is too late, host."

"I don't know how!"

"Then you must learn quickly. Everything rests on this moment. If you are allowed to be destroyed, the essence's path will have forever changed and the agent of chaos will now control enough power to threaten everything. The agent must fail!" His tone had taken on anguish and frustration.

I sucked in my breath, lost in the confusion, and tried to focus. I forced open the door and felt like I'd just been pulled out of an airplane rushing through the thin atmosphere. I didn't so much step through as be sucked into some passageway, grey stone mixing with the grey aether.

But then there was a presence. An evil, of sorts. Not evil because there was some fundamental light and dark, good and evil, in an easily defined dichotomy, but because the being's intentions were directed at destroying me. I felt it as strongly and as clearly as anything I'd ever known. It was so obvious that, for a few seconds, I simply could not believe it was real.

But those intentions manifested in less abstract ways, solidifying, and when I saw the being, the agent of chaos, as the tattooed man had called it, my terror reached a peak. But I knew the being had not yet reached me, not on Earth, anyway. His form became that of a man, slender and dark-featured, and he carried a shimmering silver and white knife in one hand.

I saw the being's response to my sudden appearance as shock and disbelief. It seemed to struggle to accept my presence as I had struggled to accept his. I projected physically, destroying the man's grasp on the knife by breaking his fingers into a million pieces, forcing each molecule in the knife itself to separate as far as possible from every other. He gasped in horror.

"How dare you!" I screamed, about to do to the being what I'd done to the knife.

Distantly, I heard the gravelly voice of the olive-skinned giant warn me, "Don't destroy it! Capture it!"

I didn't really know what the man meant, but I had a sense of how to accomplish his goal. I conjured a small stone, red in color, very dense, almost as dense as the center of a star, but tiny, more like a neutron star than a real stone. I had no trouble hoisting it. I called forth to reality, identified the being, and forced his entire definition, his entire history, every aspect of its existence, to be sucked into the stone.

In the next tick of reality, the agent of chaos was gone from my vision, and the weight of the stone, enormous and unfathomably heavy, grew the tiniest fraction of its whole, and I knew I had successfully encased the being within.

"Return," the olive-skinned man's voice called to me, and in a flash, I was back within the shimmering grey aether, the giant nearby.

I saw him let out what looked to be an extremely relieved breath. I held the red stone in my fist. I knew its weight was beyond that of the Sun, but it felt little more than a feather in my fingers.

"What the hell just happened?"

"You just saved reality... for now..."

"Who are you?"

He let out another breath and his shoulders let go just a little tension. "Let us return to your friends and I will explain."

I let him travel me back to the sanctuary. Tristan and Theresa were still frozen in place.

The giant looked at them a moment, then turned to me, my heart beating in a rush of flutters and thumps. "Let me leave this be while I explain. They will not appreciate their condition..."

As if he was the most delicate dandy, the tattooed man very daintily took a seat on the grass, each movement suddenly effeminate and exaggerated. He picked a blade of grass out of the soil and held it in his hand like a butterfly, the blew it away, the green frond disappearing in a rainbow of sparkling lights and drifting up towards the faux sky above us.

I stood and waited for an explanation.

"My name is unpronounceable to your tongue, not that I hand it out lightly to anyone, but I am known to most as Lek. As you surely know, I am not and have never been mundane. But that is beside the point. I have a rare gift, the ability to see changes in the mundane past, a way to predict the abuse of time and space to alter what has happened to mortal realms. This happens only rarely as it takes a special sort of power or an even more special device to do more than view the past this way. Such a power exists in very, very few, almost all of them true, timeless gods. But there is a device. Two, actually, that I am aware of. It allows, with a lot of luck and preparation, a lessor being, like the one you trapped, to use the two-way flow of mundane time and intersect his existence with spacetime in order to change the past.

"This is no easy process, and it took this being more time than you can conceive of to find the path to the essence and its host. More time was needed to actually travel to the point, or... as you saw, attempt to travel there. The being's dedication is quite admirable, really." Lek picked another blade of grass and blew it, as well, more sparkling lights floating and blinking out of existence.

"The goal he sought was to destroy a host, you, as it turned out. To take the essence, perhaps. To try to destroy it, too, perhaps. I do not know the mind of this agent of chaos. But I felt it's attempt to alter the past growing more solid over a great deal of time. You might not yet have been the host at that point in your life, but the agent would have fundamentally altered the path of the essence by removing you from its future. I cannot be certain what goals he sought, only that he targeted you at that moment in time.

"It took constant effort for me to finally find the being's path and see its goal. Then I spent more trying to find you in the present. That... is not easy, host."

"My name is Tera," I said, tired of being referred to as if a piece of machinery in this confusing narrative.

"Do not give out your true name so willingly," Lek cautioned, "there are those who can manipulate you by knowing it." He went on, "I found you and came to you immediately. The being was not far from reaching your past, perhaps a few Earth days in mundane time. By the time you captured it, he was but seconds from finding your past."

"Seconds?" I replied, "Are you saying this all took days for us to return here?"

Lek nodded, "Yes. Do you not feel it?"

I turned inward, paying attention to the way the essence could read endless layers and grain of reality, and saw that he was right, "Yes... but it didn't feel longer than minutes..."

Lek said, "Time has not moved here, or most realms. It is one of my... abilities... to do this. It costs me a great deal and it will take aeons for me to recover from it, but I could not risk this one," he said, pointing to Tristan, "or anyone, attempting to thwart what I must do. What you must do."

"So... everyone, everywhere is frozen like this?"

He shrugged, "Not everywhere, no. But mundane realms and places like this. Most higher realms do not experience time like this place. You were in one such place before with me. Dantos is my home, not so much a place as the absence of place. It is... difficult... to explain to one who was once mundane."

"So this being, the one who tried to kill me," I asked, "who was he?"

"Not a he, in your definition, but it took the form of an Earth man for convenience. It is easier to move about in mundane realms when one takes a mortal form familiar to reality. It takes less effort to convince reality to accept the intrusion. But, the being is one who was, to my understanding, favored by some of the gods as a sort of servant. Not in the sense you might think, a lessor or inferior class of being, but useful, efficient, capable in powers and abilities and willing to follow orders given to it. Many of the gods employ such beings and grant them enormous abilities as a reward. This one," he said, nodding towards where I clutched the heavy red stone in my fist, "was named Agranquost, in your tongue."

"Why me?" I queried.

"Accident and luck," Lek replied. "Agranquost was surely tasked with finding a host in the past. Likely, they fear you now, which, I must say, is quite something, to be feared by gods themselves. But it is much easier to travel into the recent past than the distant, requires less time and effort, though both are tremendous still. It was you because it was convenient. It could have been any host over the time since it became trapped in mundane bodies."

"And by killing me then... what would have happened to me?"

"Why," Lek said, "you'd be dead, from that moment on. We would not be having this conversation."

I shook my head, "But that makes no sense! How could I have memories and experiences which would just... disappear... if Agranquost had succeeded?"

Lek shrugged, sending another blade of grass to explode in rainbows of light, "That is the strange nature of time, I'm afraid. I don't pretend to understand it all, and it is but one sort of time, the mundane sort. Different realms travel different paths."

"Why, if you can sense things like this, didn't you stop him?"

"Because, Tera," Lek said, using my name for the first time, "I could not do one speck of what you are capable of doing. I could not have easily fought him while he traveled into the past. Even if I could have disarmed him and won the fight, conjuring an ang-trap is well beyond my abilities. Even if I had access to one, and I wouldn't even know where to look, I couldn't have trapped the being as you did so easily. It had to be you. No one with the power and ability to do this was likely to aid me."

I narrowed my eyes, "No one?"

Lek shook his head, "No one, most likely. Chaos is good for the gods in this. It would mean pulling the essence out of its hiding place and making it more likely they could find and incorporate it. I have little doubt that one or more gods aided Agranquost in his efforts. I have zero doubt that they will not be happy to have their agent now... indisposed..."

"So," I replied, understanding the deeper point, "I'm in more trouble than before?"

"Oh," Lek told me, "I doubt that. You were already in danger beyond what you could possibly understand. You may have even helped yourself, beyond simply avoiding your own death in your past, by removing one agent who would have otherwise been used against you at some point."

Lek grabbed a fistful of grass and stood up. "You did well, Tera, and I am eternally grateful, as is the rest of reality though it may not voice such things. I am growing terribly weary now. I said it took tremendous effort to locate the agent and then you. I fear I will be rather indisposed for aeons in recovery."

"Wait, you're leaving?"

"I must go."

"But what about the ang-trap? What do I do with this?"

"I'm afraid," Lek told me, "I do not know. Perhaps your friends can help you find a way to conceal it. You do not want it found and the agent recovered. That, I'm sure about."

"But..." I couldn't believe he was simply going to vanish, "what about time?"

He offered a small smile, opening his fist, the crumpled blades of grass shimmering in a rainbow flame a moment before expanding in a blink to encompass everything in my vision, "Goodbye, Tera," he said as I flinched from the bright colors.

Lek was gone.

"—ou?!" Tristan shouted, eyes wide.

"He's gone," I said, slumping down onto the grass.

"Tera?" Theresa asked me, concerned.

I remembered Dad and Abby and sending them to Tristan's workshop. I traveled them back to the sanctuary in a blink, then, after calming everyone down, I explained everything which had happened.

When I'd finished, Tristan said, "Show me the ang-trap..."

I opened my fist, revealing the dense red stone. In my senses, I was aware both of its tremendous weight and of the presence of the being inside it.

"Jesus Christ..." Tristan muttered, "that is... impressive... Tera. You just leveled up in your abilities in the blink of an eye. This is something only a god could do, or at least, a higher-level being given an awful lot of power by a god."

"So what do we do with it?"

Tristan looked at Theresa, "I have no idea."

"Nor do I," Theresa admitted. "I don't even know who to ask."

"Might have one idea," Tristan offered, "but it's a long shot and he's rumored to be a rather moody son-of-a-bitch."

"Who?" I asked.

"Hypnos," Tristan replied. "He's probably done more research into higher-level abilities than anyone I know of, not that I've ever met him. Those who have rarely speak of him as terribly friendly, but those are usually higher beings with egos the size of whole universes. If he's anything like his mythical namesake, mortals, or former mortal, might be better received."

"It's worth a shot," Theresa commented.

I nodded, "Then let's go find him."

A blink took us away.

- - -

The cave was empty, as it has been when Dad and I first went there. The odd line of light and dark was still in place right at the entrance, and when I searched inside the cave, I found nothing different than how we'd left it before.

"You could reach out and contact him," Tristan told me, "but he might resist your call."

We were sitting along one side of the exterior after I'd conjured up large, soft pillows to rest on while we waited. "Can't I just force it?"

"You could," Tristan replied, "but that's terribly rude. Do like you did with the attendant, just put a sense of contact out there and see if he bites."

I did just that, trying to form an impression of Hypnos in my mind, not sensing him no matter how far I reached out. I didn't know exactly how to locate him if he was on some other realm though Tristan felt certain that I was able to do so. I hadn't mastered that trick yet. "Is it wise to just leave a request out there for anyone to find?"

Theresa said, "So long as you are seeking a specific being, no one else can see it. No one but a god or someone with very rare abilities, I think, and only then if they are actively looking. Plus, so long as you leave it anonymous, all that will be known is that one being is trying to contact another, and there are countless such attempts already in existence. One more would only add to the significant noise."

Tristan agreed, so I did my best to leave a 'message,' of sorts, for Hypnos. I got no immediate reply.

Abby came to sit next to me, looking a little shaken. "Umm," she said, "should I worry about getting home? Won't my parents notice I'm gone?"

"Probably," I replied.

"Time has passed normally before and after Lek froze things," Tristan added, "so if you're expected home, you will be missed."

"I don't really want to go... I'm still so... overwhelmed. By everything." Abby said.

"We don't need someone missing on Earth," Tristan replied, "who is associated with Tera. It would just be one more small warning flag if anyone is paying attention..."

"I'll have to send you back, then..." I said quietly, holding Abby's hand, "but if you'll let me know when you can get away again... I'll come for you."

"I'm probably late for supper already," Abby mused, clearly disappointed, "so... I guess I should go now..."

I kissed her cheek and smiled at my friend, "You're amazing, you know. All this and you still keep your head? I wish I handled things so well!"

Abby grinned, "I do what I can." She stood and gave my father a hug, "And you're special, too... what we did earlier... that was just the best."

Dad smiled, "I do what I can. Love you, Abby."

She said final goodbyes, and I traveled her back to my home so that she could take her car with her to her house.

- - -

The wait continued with no sign of Hypnos and no acknowledgement that I'd even attempted contact. I didn't so much grow tired as a bit bored. We'd discussed things until we'd tied ourselves in circles. Tristan and Theresa knew no one else who we might try to contact, and though they didn't know Hypnos, they felt he was the only one likely to be trustworthy enough to not seek to take advantage of our situation.

"He sort of fancies himself a friend of mortals, so I understand," Tristan explained. "Like a guardian angel of a sort. Rumor has it he's helped out Earthlings and other mundanes at times, turning his back on those of power whose arrogance he does not like. Just rumors, mind you," Tristan added, "but all we've got to go on. I hope it is enough."

I jumped when I saw colored lights appearing on the stone ground outside the cave. Up from the flat, grey and brown stone came vibrant plants, long stems reaching up, soon tipped with reds and oranges and yellows as flowers bloomed. All around us, clusters of poppies came into being. "That's a good sign..." Tristan muttered, though he didn't explain why.

For several minutes, the exterior of the cave transitioned from flat stone to rich beds of poppies and other beautiful flowers until we were surrounded by colorful knee-high blooms.

"What do you want?" a light masculine voice called from within the cave. I turned to see the speaker. He was a young man, appearing perhaps a teen near my age. He was slender, light-olive skinned, dark, curly mussed hair. His clothing was something I imagined might have been worn by Greek heroes, more a wrapping over one shoulder and around his hips, not so much a toga as a loose approximation of one. His feet were bare and his eyes dark and narrow.

"We need your help," I replied, taking a step forward but not crossing the light-dark divide into the cave.

The man looked me over, "Who are you?"

I hesitated, remembering Lek's warning about names, "A mortal... err... former mortal, now, I suppose. I've got a bit of a... problem... and I hoped you might be able to help me."

His face softened but his voice firmed, "Former mortal. Recent, then?"

I nodded, "Very recent."

"And what sort of being are you now?"

"Err," I stammered, "I'm not really sure. I..." Hesitating again, I turned back to look at Tristan for help.

"She's the host," he said bluntly. I cringed that the man had so clearly defined my role. "She holds the essence, and she just finished using an ang-trap to capture a being who traveled into the past in an attempt to change things by killing her."

Hypnos's eyes never changed, dark and contemplative. "Hmm."

We stood facing each other. It was an odd reaction, to be sure. I would have thought he'd have been curious, or furious, or at least showing some emotion beyond his soft, unreadable expression.

"And what is it you want from me?"

"Help," I replied, opening my fist and showing Hypnos the ang-trap, "I don't know what to do with this."

"What being is trapped within?" Hypnos asked evenly, still unmoved from when he'd first appeared.

"Agranquost."

"Hmm." We stood together another moment before Hypnos. Suddenly, the cave transformed into a lush chamber filled with overstuffed, ancient-looking pillows, rugs of many colors on the floor, tapestries of Greek-looking mythologies on the walls, and overhead were reliefs showing sleeping beings in a variety of contexts. "Dine with me. This is not such an easy problem to solve upon first consideration. I need to know more about how this came to happen."

I took a pillow near where Hypnos had seated himself near a low, flat stone table, Dad beside me, Tristan and Theresa on the other side of the young man hosting us in his cave. I felt Hypnos call an attendant and immediately the table was covered with plates of cheese and fruit, steaming strips of meat and hunks of bread, and bottles of oils and wine. Hypnos poured wine for each of us, then said, "Tell me how you came to capture this being..."

- - -

It took little time to retell my experiences, describing Lek and his home, Dantos, before explaining how I'd traveled to intercept Agranquost on his way to kill me before defeating him and capturing him within the ang-trap.

Hypnos nodded along, saying nothing, as he ate and listened. My appetite was weak, and though Dad, Theresa, and Tristan drank wine and ate from the feast before us, I mostly nibbled on a piece of bread. As I finished telling Hypnos the details, I realized I was becoming very sleepy. I could see the others yawning.

Hypnos spoke for the first time since I began, "My apologies," he said, "my presence tends to make one tired. If you would like to sleep, I can provide you beds..."

I shook my head, a little concerned, "You're doing this intentionally?"

He shrugged, "It is my nature. Hence, my name."

"I don't want to sleep," I replied, "can't you turn it off?"

Hypnos shook his head, "As I said, it is my nature. Perhaps you have the ability to counteract it..."

And of course, as soon as he suggested it, I realized I did. I mentally projected myself, immediately feeling a little more alert, and saw the others do the same.

"Better, then?" Hypnos asked.

"Yes..." Dad muttered. "So what do you think? Can you help us?"

Hypnos slowly wiped his mouth with a rich, golden cloth, then folded his hands together below his chin, staring down at the table. "There is perhaps a way I can help. But I want something in return..."

"What?" Tristan asked.

Hypnos hesitated, starting to speak a couple of times before cutting himself off. Finally, he said quietly, "I have never lain with a woman..."

Theresa narrowed her eyes, "You're a virgin, Hypnos? But you were never mortal, right? Surely, you've had aeons to find yourself pleasure..."

Hypnos sighed, "Perhaps I have... but... my memories, some of them, are taken from me often."

"How?" she asked.

He swept out his hand towards the river beyond the cave, "I don't remember how I came to inhabit this place, only that I was the one who created the cave and the Lethe. Whatever I was once, I am now bound to my creation. I return here from my travels, my research, hoping to remember my past, but much of it is lost. I read more than any I've met, yet I retain so little. Perhaps I have known a woman, or many, but I have no memories of such things, and each time I return here, I long to know a feminine touch..."

I looked at Theresa, the woman watching Hypnos, "If that is all you require, I am willing to lay with you."

Hypnos looked up brightly, "Yes? You will? Oh, this is wonderful!"

"Let's ensure we have an understanding of what you offer, first," Tristan said. "What do you propose to do about the ang-trap?"

Hypnos looked at Tristan, then back at where my closed fist still held the dense stone. "I believe I may be able to trick those who seek it. You might say I could put it to sleep, in a sense, but that would be wrong. In reality, what I could do is put to sleep every other being regarding the one trapped within."

"What?" Dad said with a distrusting expression. "That makes no sense."

"It does from my side," Hypnos explained, "the host surely senses the being's existence, yes?"

I nodded.

"And so, then could others, if they reach out to find it. But if I can trick them, if I can cause that tickle of awareness to... sleep... whenever it gets close, I might be able to effectively hide it from anyone not allowed to see it."

"What about me?" I asked. "Will I still feel it?"

"Yes, I can leave you quite awake to the being."

"You've done this before, or something like this," Tristan mused.

Hypnos nodded, "Once or twice. I've... fooled a god or two... I seem to recall. The details are lost to me. I don't know why I'm allowed to retain some things and lose so many others..."

"And you're sure it will work?" Theresa asked.

Hypnos shrugged, "I do not know another way to hide the signature of the being inside. I have no doubt the agent's masters will look for it with enthusiasm. Hidden, it will be all but impossible to find unless one knows how to awaken the sleeping awareness. But I suspect you might be helped by creating a diversion, as well. A false trail."

"False trail?" I asked.

"A copy. Make it feel to those who look like the one you hold, the one we will hide. Oh, sure," Hypnos said, "a god or powerful being who looked close enough would see that it is false, but it would be a merry chase, perhaps, to reach that point. I assume time is important, yes? Nothing is eternal except the gods themselves and those the gods favor. If time is a concern, delaying things at every turn, a false trail will waste time of those seeking Agranquost."

Tristan nodded, "That seems plausible. You're sure you can do this?"

"Causing awareness of the true ang-trap to sleep in everyone? Yes. But I cannot create a realistic copy. I suspect, however, that the host can quite easily."

I closed my eyes and resonated with power. I didn't so much define the stone in my hand, and the being inside, as tell reality that there existed an exact copy, but without the being itself. The aura left from the being's presence was exactly the same in the copy, but there was no entity inside to give off that aura.

I opened my eyes and unfurled my fist. Now two stones were there, and it was as bright as day to me which was which, but it was also obvious that the similarities were enough to be difficult to discern without careful inspection.

"See?" Hypnos smiled, "Now... if we have an agreement..."

Theresa nodded, "We do."

"You sure?" Dad asked her. "He's basically trading your body for doing the right thing..."

The woman straightened and replied, "I would gladly trade my body a thousand times over if it gets me to my goals. Pleasure is something I give as I wish, and I can imagine few other things of value I would more gladly trade willingly.

Hypnos's eyes lit up. "Then give me a moment to do my work..."

I could feel his energy manipulating reality. Everything but the true ang-trap in my hand. Whatever he was doing, I tried to map it, to trace it, so that I might be able to replicated if needed. It was sort a twist of consciousness, a way of bending reality in such a way as to make the being within the stone hidden, sort of the way distant galaxies bend light from even more distant objects and can hide within, like a rock in a stream which is observed only because of the way water rushes around and over it.

But it went deeper. The being's aura was a unique signature which was no longer available to anyone but me. I knew it instinctively. However Hypnos massaged reality, the effect was immediate. When he looked up at me again, I asked, "Won't someone have noticed that going missing?"

He shrugged, "Perhaps, but even so, there is now a replacement, close in time and space. Without looking very closely, and already onto what you've done, I suspect the change will largely go unnoticed."

"So what do I do with the real one now? What of the fake?"

"Hide the real one you in a safe place. Take the false trail and make it difficult to reach."

Tristan, I reached out, your workshop?

Good for now, he replied.

I sent the real stone away, leaving only the fake one in my hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine what in reality might lead someone in pursuit of Agranquost as far away as I could reach. The possibilities were endless, and not knowing much about what I was doing, I flung the fake stone into a place which felt both heavy and distant, a complicated location which took even me some effort to reach with my senses.

My hand was now empty.

"So, this is satisfactory?" Hypnos asked.

I nodded, "I think so..."

Theresa stood and asked, "Would you like privacy?"

Hypnos shrugged, "None is required..."

The table disappeared, replaced with a pillow, of sorts, several feet square, brown and edged with fringe and lace. I stepped back and Dad came with me. Tristan didn't move.

We huddled together as Theresa began to kiss Hypnos, both of them now naked. Dad asked, "You think that's going to work, whatever you did? Whatever he did?"

"No idea. I sent the real one to Tristan's workshop. He agreed it was a good choice. The other I sent... somewhere. Not really sure where, honestly. Far away, in several senses of that phrase."

"Do you think we can trust this guy? I mean, he claims to lose his memory about things, but seems to recall enough to do some pretty elaborate tricks. I'm wary..."

"Me, as well," I replied, "but what choice do we have? I could feel Agranquost in the stone, Dad. Others could too, if they were looking. It had to be hidden somehow."

"Can you still feel him?"

I nodded, able to project into the mundane and feel within Tristan's workshop, "Yes. I'll know if it is tampered with."

Dad nodded.

We watched a moment as Theresa slipped her lips over Hypnos's cock, which, like the young man's appearance, was thin and slender and olive in tone. To my surprise, Hypnos motioned Tristan to him, and Theresa pulled her mouth away so that Tristan could suck the dick in her hand. I knew Tristan was not limited to heterosexual acts, but to actually see him, now naked, sucking another man's penis was a bit of a shock.

And incredibly arousing.

Tristan seemed to know exactly what he was doing, bobbing on Hypnos's cock, slurping, before releasing it so that Theresa could take a turn.

"Didn't think I'd see that," Dad whispered.

"Does it trouble you? Seeing two guys?"

Dad watched a moment, "Suppose not, no... Not really something I want to do with another guy, but, I suppose it's hot, in its own way..."

I asked, "So... if it wasn't a guy... would you suck my dick?"

Dad's eyes jerked to my face, "Err... Tera... I dunno..."

"Just a thought," I replied, a little disappointed by his reaction. I don't know why the idea of that act turned me on, but it really did.

"Tera..." Dad replied after watching Tristan kneel further up, letting Hypnos suck his cock while Theresa mounted the young man and started to ride him, "I... I've never much thought about guys, you know. Not judging, you know, its just that I'm not... gay... or bi... or whatever..."

"Well... it would still be with me... and... I can have anything down there I want... but I don't want to weird you out, you know? Just a thought..."

Dad watched the threesome starting to writhe together, moaning, pleasant cries echoing around the cave. "Tell you what," he whispered, "I'm willing to try anything once... I don't want you sticking it up my butt or anything... but since it's you... I'm willing to try anything once..."

"You sure?" I asked.

He nodded, I blinked away our clothes, then kissed me, and as soon as I felt his hand sliding down my stomach, I grew my clit into a small penis, hoping that a small, three-or-four inch dick would make it less difficult for Dad to enjoy this unusual moment. His fingers were tentative, slowly testing my girth, then carefully wrapping around my shaft. I moaned into his mouth, breathing, "Oh, Dad... stroke me..."

We kissed as his movements became more certain, his fingers drawing up and down my length like he was enjoying the reaction it drew from me. I felt his uncertainty return when I throbbed and spurted precum against his thigh, but Dad returned to gripping me and stroking my length. I loved his strong fingers, whether touching my pussy or my cock, and Dad seemed to begin to enjoy this new experience the longer it went on.

Suddenly, Dad knelt down and looked right a my dick which was inches from his face. He grinned and said, "Here goes something..." His lips slid right over my glans and I swooned in pleasure as my father began sucking gently on the tip of my cock.

"Oh, Dad... Oh..."

He slurped, not taking much in his mouth, but showing me an eagerness which surprised me. I swelled between his lips and soon was growing tense and seeking release.

"Oh, Dad," I moaned again, "I'm gonna cum... Oh... Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."

My dick twitched between his lips and Dad didn't pull back even when it was obvious I was about to start to orgasm. I made a small change in what came out, making it taste like the cream from my pussy instead of semen, and my first blast splashed against the back of his throat as Dad's tongue massaged my shaft from below.

He held his breath as I ejaculated, filling him with pussy-flavored cream. Dad moaned and I could tell he was stroking his own cock as I came in his mouth. Before I'd even finished spurting, Dad pulled me down and rose over me, cum drooling out of my dick. I'd left my vagina in place, no testicles blocking his way, and in a smooth motion, Dad penetrated my cunt and sank deep into my body.

"Oh, God, Tera!" he moaned, pulling closer to kiss me. My cream was still in my mouth and it tasted as good as I'd hoped, just like when I creamed myself from arousal, sweet and tart and pungent. He moaned into me, pumping me, our bodies locked together.

I heard someone cumming nearby, but I was caught up in mating with my father. I lifted my legs higher and wrapped them around his body. Dad slid a hand between us, soon stroking my cock as he thrust his own in and out of my pussy. I started to build again, quickly, tension tightening first in my groin, then spreading out to my thighs, my stomach, my puffy breasts.

When I felt Dad's penis swelling and throbbing, I knew he was ejaculating his load right into my tight, wet pussy. That set me off, and when I came, it was from two organs at once.

My vagina clenched and clamped down on Dad's spurting cock while my penis unloaded between us, splashing cum onto Dad's chest and my stomach, more firing up to splash against my tits, then my chin. Dad looked down as he came in me and I ejaculated between us. The rush I felt from my dual orgasm was unlike anything I'd ever known.

Dad's penis throbbed the last of his semen into my vagina and he stilled, my own dick still drooling white cum against his stomach. "God, Tera!" he breathed, "God, that was so hot!"

I smiled and kissed him, "Oh, my God, yes..."

We coupled together a while, kissing and touching each other. I let my penis return to normal, my clit in its place, Dad's erection slowly drawing back and softening. As it slipped out of my pussy, I felt sticky cum leaking from me, much more of my own all over my chest and abdomen, a glob still hanging from my chin.

The threesome nearby was still, sharing soft kisses, Theresa still mounted on Hypnos, Tristan pulled back, his single cock deflating and leaking cream, some hanging from Hypnos's lips where Tristan had clearly ejaculated his load. I'd missed most of what they'd done together, but the pleasure on each face told me it had been a wonderful experience for all. Theresa smiled at me, and when she rolled off of Hypnos, I could see his semen rushing out from her gaping hole.

Suddenly, Hypnos stood and stretched, "I need to bathe now, join me?"

I blinked and rose with my father, the four of us following the young man to the Lethe river nearby. Tristan stopped everyone short, saying, "I don't think we should get in there..."

"Why?" Theresa asked.

"Just remembering a bit of mythology. This may be the reason Hypnos loses his memories. The Lethe was a river, and a goddess, known for ruling forgetfulness. Hypnos... that's the reason, I suspect."

Hypnos looked longingly at the Lethe, the water rushing by with some force. "I cannot resist," he said with resignation, "I must drink from it and bathe within."

"But you'll forget things again."

Hypnos gazed back at us and replied, "Then that is my fate." Without further explanation, the young man knelt down beside the river, cupped his hands, then drank deeply before swinging his feet over the stone and disappearing into the rushing water.

We didn't see him surface, but I could sense that he was now distant again, no longer in the sanctuary. "He's gone," I announced.

"Do you think he'll remember any of this?" Theresa asked.

"Doubtful," Tristan replied quietly. "Maybe that's for the best. The less he remembers about how he helped us, the less chance there is of someone else finding out..."