The Shadow of Time: Lost Pirates, page 19
She dropped his hand, twirling as the sunlight hit an old piece of stained-glass window, half remaining. It lit her up with yellow and blue, so that she looked like an angel with her robe fluttering out around her.
Frank smiled, watching, seeing how easily it must have been for his other self to fall for this girl.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“The first place you kissed me.” She stopped twirling, arms up and through the silvery streaks in her brown hair. “And the first place I went down on you.”
He gulped, feeling himself stiffen as she stepped over, first running her hand along his chest, then kissing him, before finally dropping to her knees. “I hope you don’t… mind.”
No answer was necessary. She had his pants open, his cock out, and was going at it right there in the relatively openness of this secret garden. A glance around showed that, at least so far, nobody was around to notice. So he closed his eyes and went with it.
Her left hand stroked him as her mouth moved up and down on his shaft. At first, she used her right forearm to pull him to her and keep his hips in place as she bobbed up and down. He understood though, thinking she was likely insecure about the metal hand.
“Grab my ass,” he said. When she started to take her left hand to do so, he put it back, moving it to his balls, and said, “Other hand.”
Her red eyes met his, creasing in smile, and she did as commanded. A bit cold, but it added to the pleasure. As she continued, a memory hit of that first time. To his surprise, it almost felt real, like it was happening in overlap with the current blowjob. She was moving up and down in one version, down and up in the other, so that he had double the pleasure. And to his surprise, she was all flesh in the old version—no metal shoulder or hand.
The pleasure took hold, distracting him from that thought, and suddenly he was leaning back, mouth open, trying not to shout out in that public place. His abs tightened and his legs almost gave out as the first shots went into her mouth, and she went with it as far into her throat as she could manage, taking him so that the orgasm was immense.
His breathing was hard and heavy, his eyes meeting hers as she pulled back wiping her mouth and grinning. “That was… fast.”
“Oh… my… God.”
“Yeah?” She stood. “Nice garden, you mean?”
“Amazing garden.”
She grinned, arms around him, staring into his eyes. It only hit him then that maybe the pigment of her eyes, red irises, had something to do with being raised in this place. They were stunning in their own way, and perfect when combined with the rest of her.
“Can I repay the favor?” he asked, already starting to bend his knees.
“No!” She pulled him up. “Here, out in the open? Are you nuts?”
“But you…” She laughed, taking him by the wrist again and over to the other side of the room, where a wall was completely missing, and they could sit on the ledge there like a bench, looking out over the city.
“You’ll get me later, I have no doubt.”
“With pleasure.”
“And this…” She gestured out at the city. “You miss home?
He had to consider the question for a moment. From here he could see two kids running down a street, a man with a cart of some sort of food at a corner, setting up shop for the morning. It was a weird city, and in some ways very normal. While he missed his parents, getting to know his grandparents when they were at a young age had been incredibly special. His team made his heart whole, and for that reason he was truly able to say, “My home isn’t a physical place. I’m with you all, I am home.”
She eyed him, chuckled as if she was going to make fun of him for being corny, but then lifted his hand to kiss the back of it. “That’s sweet. But also, scary.”
“Scary?”
“In a sense.” She shrugged. “Not really having home, becoming these Time Masters.”
“I like the sound of that. ‘Kneel before your Time Master.’” He laughed, feeling his stomach rumble.
“Hungry, huh?” she pushed herself off the ledge, to a small drop that led to another cobblestone walkway. “We’ll get something for the team.”
“That’d be great. But… do you think you should put on some real clothes?”
She glanced down, pulling the robe so that it would cover her panties, and then laughed. “Maybe, and especially since I don’t have any cred on me.”
“Cred? As in credit?”
“Actually, I don’t know what it stands for. It’s what the money here is called, and scans from a small card you carry around.”
“Yeah, credit card—just different name. No cash?”
She frowned and shook her head. “That’s only your world, sorry.”
“If I had my way, every country, every dimension, actually, would do away with cash. What a dumb concept. Oh, and Daylight Savings.”
Again, a look of confusion.
“Daylight sav…?”
“Better if you don’t know.”
Halfway back, she grinned up at him and said, “How hungry are you?”
“I mean… it can wait. Why?”
“Good.” She took his hand in her left, dragging him along another side street. “This place over here has the best toast with marmalade. If my old friend is there, we won’t have to worry about paying. They won’t have enough for everyone, but I figure you and I can grab a bite, maybe they’ll even have…” Her words trailed off as they rounded a bend to see a fork in the road, a building on the left side in ruins. “No.”
“Damn, I’m sorry.”
She released his hand and ran up to have a closer look, as if that would make it less real. When he caught up, he stood at her side and looked over the ruins, the scorched tables within, some on their sides. A sign hung on a brick at the edge that said, “Be Warned.”
“Warned of what?” Frank asked, shaking his head.
“This place,” Temra started, but had to breathe deep to catch herself. “It was one of my favorites. From the second floor there you could see past the other buildings and watch the factories at night, and… one night, I remember you came here with me… and…” She couldn’t finish.
He reached out, taking her hand. The memory flooded through him—the two on the floor in front of an open sliding door, a warm breeze as he entered her. The way she moaned and ran her fingers along his back, the soft, moist hold of her pussy on his cock.
Strange, to be having such memories of a man who wasn’t exactly him.
“It was great,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
Her eyes met his, full of love and appreciation, but she looked away. “I feel horrible.”
“You had nothing to with this.”
“No… I feel horrible because, as much as I loved him—the other you… I feel even stronger feelings for you. Is that wrong? You’re not him, and yet you are.”
Frank put his other hand on hers, taking a deep breath. “I have no idea how one should feel in this situation, because I don’t think there is any way someone should feel. We’re sailing through uncharted waters, you and I. Let’s remember that, and don’t be hard on yourself.”
She held his gaze, allowed a half smile, then turned back to the building. “I can’t believe it’s gone.”
“That old place?” a boy said, poking his head out from the shadows of the next building over, holding a book he had apparently been reading. “They said it was affiliated with the Rising Storm. Bombed that shit maybe half a year ago?”
She frowned, at the news and likely at the fact that he seemed to have been trying to get a glance at her panties while he spoke. Maybe she should have worn more clothes out here, but that was her bad.
With one last, sorrow-filled glance at the ruins of the building, she nodded for Frank to follow her along an alley that led to stairs descending down the hill. He went two stairs before wrapping his arms around her.
“Come here.” He lifted her chin, so her eyes met his. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Of course. Hell, I survived losing you—what’s a stupid building compared to that?”
He chuckled. “Okay, just wanted to make sure.”
She leaned in and kissed him, then put her arms around him, too, and let him hold her like that for a moment.
“I used to have this friend back home,” Frank said, the image of his buddy entering his mind as he spoke. “A nice guy, most of the time. Jerrod. Well, he started getting in with another group of kids, this is in High School, I mean. So not really ‘kids,’ but you get the idea.”
“Sure.”
“And so, in my world anyway, driving starts at sixteen, right? This idiot gets in the car with Mr. Showoff, the school’s biggest braggart. Guess what happens? Of course they get out of control, roll off the road at a beach. They were lucky it wasn’t a cliff. Still, one girl I didn’t know died. My buddy was in a wheelchair for a very long time, and mentally… not quite himself. We had been growing apart for a while before that, but I knew he was more alone after that, so tried to be his friend. He wouldn’t have it—kept pushing me away.”
“I’m sorry.” She frowned. “How’s this related?”
“Just that sometimes we have good memories of people… places,” he nodded back up the way they’d come. “Doesn’t mean the memories are ruined by what happens later. You know? Like, I still remember a camping trip with the guy where we were out in the woods, balancing on logs that we used as bridges. On one we had a bit of a chicken fight and I fell in the water below. He jumped in after me so that I wouldn’t be the only one wet and cold, and the whole way back we laughed and laughed. That moment was ours, the memory mine forever. Sure, we drifted apart. But that’s fine.”
“I get it.” She smiled, kissed him again, and they continued down the stairs. “And then we die someday, and really none of it matters.”
“The hell?”
She laughed. “Just saying, I wish they hadn’t bombed my favorite marmalade place. Would’ve been nice to fuck you there again. This you.”
He blushed, but nodded. “Sure, but you know what? We can make up for it by fucking in all kinds of new places. Our places.”
“I look forward to it.”
With that thought in mind, they quickly made their way back to the safe house, a great start to the morning.
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AUTHOR RAMBLINGS
Ahoy again, me hearties! I am truly grateful that you've returned to embark on another swashbuckling adventure with me, plunging into the second book of the Lost Pirates trilogy. Your trust in me as an author and your precious reading time are treasures I cherish deeply. I hope that the excitement I experienced while crafting Frank's journey through a world turned upside down, his mission to recover the stolen stones from the time compass, and his unexpected personal growth, has translated into an unforgettable reading experience for you.
But who is the wordsmith behind these tales, you may wonder? I am Jamie Hawke, an author dedicated to crafting fun Gamelit and LitRPG books, weaving stories in the realms of PNR, Superheroes, Pirates, and Fairy-tale retellings. Back in 2019, I was the top-ranked author for superheroes (per K-lytics), with my book Supers: Ex Heroes 1 soaring to #47 in the Amazon store and securing bestseller status in multiple categories, such as Superhero, Cyberpunk, and Colonization.
After my thrilling experiences working on Marvel and other games, and exploring the world, I decided to anchor myself and devote my time to spinning fun, quirky, and sexy pulp science fiction and superhero tales. As a passionate storyteller, I delight in blending genres and daring to venture into uncharted creative territories. My vivid imagination is the compass that guides me, inspiring me to conjure fantastical worlds brimming with adventure, humor, and more than a touch of spice.
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