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“Wait,” I said, but the women were already moving. The priestess slithered around my waist like a monkey, and before I knew it had control of the quad. I was forced to grab onto her waist and hold tight as she threw the quad into gear.
As Melissa took off north up the highway, Morgan drove us down into the town’s streets, hoping to lose our pursuers there. As we raced up the narrow streets, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja-vu. Once more, I was on the run from an army of women gone mad by the species imperative only this time there was no Vanessa and Nadia to help me fight my way free of the situation. I felt a creeping dread as the sun slowly sank to the horizon, and the tiny priestess led us on a winding path deeper into the heart of this strange town.
Part VI
A New Dawn
Chapter 36
The little white-haired priestess tore through the small town’s narrow streets, the sounds of jet engines screaming past overhead. My heart hammered in my chest as I was thrown side to side on the back of the quad, forced to reach back and grip the steel bars on the back to hold myself down because the tiny priestess was far too light to hold me.
“What’s Plan B?” I called against the wind but if the girl heard me she gave no sign, eyes intense as she wove us between abandoned cars, flicking off our headlights, darkness engulfed us and with a shock I realized the four quads Melissa had sent with us were no longer following. “Hey! Where are you taking us?!”
Still, the girl gave no indication she’d heard me. We were in a narrow residential street; the houses packed in close together, their overgrown yards creeping across the sidewalks and into the street, creating bushes between dusty cars. Reaching over the slender priestess, I gripped the handlebars and pressed the brake slowing us down.
“No one’s chasing us,” I growled, looking back, “we have to go back and find Loren and the others.”
“You’ll only bring disaster on your smart little friend if you go to her now,” Morgan said, her haunting voice soft as she leaned back against me, her body oddly relaxed, “The next part won’t be easy, especially on you, but they have to see you, to experience the truth. Before they will realize they’ve been fed lies.”
“Who?” I asked, confused and frightened, lost in a strange town with darkness surrounding us and the sounds of small weapons fire off in the distance. Overhead the jets still flew around, and somewhere in the darkness a helicopter’s blades thumped.
“The last piece of our puzzle,” the priestess said with typical vagueness, “If they find you, they’ll eat you. They think that’s where you power lies. It’s madness, but… they’re mad. Come,” she said, slipped her diminutive hands beneath mine and taking over the controls again, “they’re waiting, and I need something from you before they take us.”
“If they’re going to eat me and they’re waiting, why are we going to them?” I asked, “You’re fucking infuriating girl.”
“I know,” she said flashing a charming smile up at me, her tiny, tight little butt rubbing against my crotch, causing me to shift uncomfortably as I began to respond, “The place is nearby… are you as excited as I am?”
“About what?!” I nearly roared as she took us up into an expensive residential neighborhood.
“To commune with the goddess.”
The fervent faith shining on the girl’s face once again unsettled me and I worried she might be a madwoman. The neighborhood zipped past, and the town faded behind us, along with the sounds of the helicopter and gun fire. The road wound up into thick forested hills and I wondered just where in the hell this girl was taking us. Scenting the sea on the wind, I grew curious when the white-haired priestess pulled off the main road and through a twisted and bent set of steel gates.
We drove up into a strange private property. I wanted to look around at the odd little bungalows, statues and lean-tos chaotically strewn around the hillside, but something at the top of the hills called to me. I leaned forward on the back of the quad; the priestess pressed firmly against my torso, her delicate little form conforming to my body, firm ass gently grinding into my cock.
The grove of oak, redwood and maple parted as the hillside rose in smooth grass covered slopes to a rounded peak topped by a massive spreading oak tree. Ignoring signs and driving right over the walking paths, the priestess drove our quad right up to the edges of the great oak tree. There, hidden amongst her branches, out of our sight but not our minds was… something. Something vast and unknowable.
Dismounting, I stared up, eyes trying to pierce the darkness of the dense canopy enshrouded by night. Though I convinced myself I saw something, there was nothing to give evidence to what I felt. Only a smell that filed the air. Like freshly turned earth and molding leaves mixed with fresh morning dew.
“I said you would find faith and wisdom on this journey,” Morgan the Priestess of the Goddess said, her thin legs flashing as she walked up the last few feet of slope, gazing up at the spreading oak trees limbs, “Wisdom I can’t help with but your faith… we can do something about that.”
“We?” I asked, following after the young woman and feeling an unnatural peace settling over me.
“The goddess and I, silly,” the girl said, turning and flashing a bright smile back at me, “Do you recognize this place at all?”
Drawing up short by her change in topic, I glanced down the hill’s slope and took in the ancient grove of trees and odd buildings with a frown.
“No,” I said with a shake of my head, “am I supposed to?”
“This,” the white-haired priestess said, spinning and waving her hands, indicting everything, “was once the heart of the Patriarchy.” I raised an eyebrow, but she grinned, nodded, “It’s true. The Bohemian Grove saw more men of power and influence over the last two centuries than any other piece of land upon this earth. Right here was where they made deals that broke our environment and ultimately unleashed the Man-Slayer Flu that brought us all here.”
I frowned wanting to argue with her but who was I to say it wasn’t true? The girl certainly believed it, and the sense of terrible loss I felt all around me only confirmed it.
“What is this?” I asked in a hushed voice, waving a hand about and indicating the tree and presence above us.
The girl flashed me another wide grin and stood on her tiptoes like a ballerina, hands raising above her head in a languid stretch that pulled her white dress tightly against her slender body. Mouth going suddenly dry, I found my eyes were unable to part from the sublime curves of her young body. Feeling a wave of shame, I shook my head.
“Stop that,” I said, anger pushing the shame away.
“Stop what we both want?” The girl asked, her voice having lost some of its eerie quality and gaining a throaty, breathy quality that put heat in my veins, “I told you already, Adam, you’re going to have to shed those tired old morals if you’re to help the Goddess forge a better world. But if nineteen’s too young for you…” her eyes flashed in the darkness, gaining a pale luminescence that raised the hairs on the back of my neck and arms, “We both know that’s not the case… so help me sanctify this land in your name Adam.”
“You’re speaking riddles,” I said, taking an involuntary step forward, the darkness beneath the tree parting as Morgan drew closer. The dress was still plastered to her body, large areola and nipples pressing against the thin material in a way that put steel in my manhood. Not to mention the way the dress pressed to her slender thighs, bending in where thighs met.
I’d always thought the young woman cute, but her madness had made it impossible to see her in such a way. There was no madness in her eyes now, and the look she gave me was frank and appraising. The curves of her slender body weren’t youthful, and the more I looked, the more I could see the truth. Tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth were at odds with the innocent beauty.
“She chose you Adam,” the priestess breathed, “She chose others too but they’ve failed or are failing… It’s a big world but we have to put this little corner to rights before we fix the rest. You see that right?” I didn’t know what she was talking about, but the breathless quality of her voice and the hypnotic sway to the young woman’s hips as she slowly approached sent a heat in my veins I’d grown used to feeling.
“She is love, Adam. The Goddess is love. Love in all its forms and from your seed springs forth a new race… a better race…”
The smell of freshly turned earth swelled in my nostrils and I looked over my shoulder with a quick glance, the feeling of another presence there was so strong. Something tickled my ankle, and I glanced down, shouting and hopping when I saw tall, thick green grasses growing all the way up to the base of the oak tree. They seemed to shoot up inches in the seconds I watched.
“What the fuck?!” I shouted, but warm hands closed on mine and once more peace stole through me and I stopped backing away. Looking into Morgana’s strange silver eyes, I felt such an overwhelming desire to take her that I was laying the slender young woman back on the soft grasses before I’d even realized what I’d done.
“I’m… sorry,” I breathed, but we both knew I wasn’t, the hands sliding up the girl’s slender thighs told the truth of my needs.
“You feel… ohh! You feel an edge of their madness… their need… It’s finally happening… my Adam… my love!”
I knew what she spoke of because it was increasingly hard to think straight, desires and lusts driving into my mind and corrupting the thoughts in strange ways. Anger and frustration met the girl’s giggling laughter as I finally drew the dress over her head.
White hair floating around her head as if it was lighter than air, I finally beheld the angel in her true form. I don’t know how I could have missed the perfect slender body hidden beneath the thin dress, right before my eyes all this time. Swallowing hard, trying to moisten my dry tongue, I ran gentle hands down her silky-smooth skin, feeling a shiver pass through her body at the touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, the moon’s silver light reaching through the tree above to highlight firm nipples and her perfectly elongated naval.
“I’m only half the beauty,” Morgan sighed, her lips curling as her fingers found the front of my pants, the buttons parting as if by magic, “half the love… Come my lord… my hero and husband… take me… Plow my fields with your seed and sanctify these grounds in her name… in your name… Ohhhh, you’re so hard for me… so hard it’s aching.”
Her delicate little lips curled further as I groaned in need. Her tiny hand stroked down my cock, tightening around the base and drawing me forward. Thin legs parting, I realized I was naked as well, the cool evening breeze caressing my bare cheeks as the girls’ hands gripped my ass and pulled me between her legs.
“Goddess!” The girl cried, her wet sex, tighter than any I’d felt as she drew me in, “Witness!”
I felt her innocence part before my throbbing cock and then the madness stole my thoughts away once more and I became a rutting lustful beast. I was man made flesh. All need, desire and the strength to take it from the delicate little flower beneath me. She was innocence and desperate beauty, eager to sate and slake my burning needs.
The grove beneath us writhed, roots twisting around the rickety structures, wood and steel snapping as branches shook in angry winds. The earth itself cried out in retribution to the damage done to her, real and imagined on behalf of my species. The wildness of testosterone flooded my system, and it was a struggle not to let the anger overcome my desire. Anger at a world gone mad, at the race of man for ignoring the destruction of this beautiful blue and green world.
Lights buzzed around my head as I gripped the young woman’s slender body tight, my hips driving into her again and again to the sounds of our mingled cries of pleasure. The lights were fireflies; I realized with shock, something I’d only ever seen back east. As my balls tightened and I felt the orgasm sweeping through me, unable to hold it off, colorful flowers trembled all around us. Their pinks, yellows, purples and golds muted under the moonlight, but the scent of them nearly overwhelming.
“Please… my Lord … Complete the bargain! Oh Goddess! I feel you!”
The girl’s narrow sex clutched at my cock, the walls of her pussy milking me as the orgasm hit her hard. A burst of juices flooded my crotch as she gushed, then I was flooding her womb with my seed. Stars appearing before my vision as my toes curled, sensations of almost painful pleasure raced along every nerve.
We held one another for long minutes, the grasses, flowers, and buzzing insects crowding in close but respectful of the moment Morgan and I shared. Laying on our sides, I couldn’t help staring into her pale eyes, feeling another shiver run down my spine at the knowing look in hers.
What dreams has this strange young woman had? I thought, What prophesies lie within her head about my future?
I almost opened my mouth to ask, and from the amused, knowing look on her face, the priestess knew what I wanted to ask. Instead of asking, I let the hand on her hips slip down and grip her firm little ass, pulling her close. The girl let out a giggle of delight as I rolled her beneath me, pressed her down into the earth as I slipped back into her.
We made slow love under the spreading oak tree so many times I lost count. I should have been worried about Loren, Hahn, and the others, amongst so many other things, but stress and worry seemed so far away. We slept for an hour or two but woke with lust flooding our veins and were at it like jack rabbits once more. For hours we made love in every position conceivable, leaving no part of the other’s body free of touch, tongues or cum before passing out one last time.
Chapter 37
I woke as if from the most amazing dream. Cradled in a cocoon of soft grasses, I sat up, yawning, and looked around in stupefaction. The gnarled old grove we’d ridden into the night before had been transformed overnight.
The trees had all flourished, their branches spreading and laden with heavy fruit. Where bare ground had been the night before, nothing growing underneath the oak trees or well-trodden trails, now it was all covered in lush dark green grasses and wildflowers of every color imaginable. The smells and sights were staggering, and I rose to my feet on unsteady legs, not sure if I was still dreaming or not.
Turning around, I staggered and nearly tripped on the long grasses twisted from me sleeping on them. The old spreading oak from the night before hadn’t been immune to the changes as well. Leaves once dark green and lovely were now a pale pink and soft, like cherry blossoms, but still shaped like oak leaves. The limbs were strong yet supple, bending with a grace rarely seen in the dense trees, and each was laden with fat black acorns.
Walking forward, bare feet parting the thick, soft grasses, I reached up and plucked down one fat acorn. Seeing that it was unlike any acorn I’d ever seen before. The cup was flakey and so pale as to almost be white, giving off a sweet citrus smell. The nut was a deep black and dense.
Mind in a fog, either from my wild night with the priestess and lack of sleep, or the odd mélange of perfumes reaching me from all the wildflowers. Not really thinking, I popped the acorn in my mouth and moaned in dreamy bliss as I chewed and swallowed the delicious bite. The flavors were an explosion in my mouth, especially the nut which tasted rich and creamy while the nut had a pastry like quality to it. (Is one of these nuts supposed to be a cup?)
Turning to offer another to Morgan, I looked around the hillside in puzzlement. Slower than it should have, it dawned on me the young woman and the two quads were missing. I didn’t panic at first, in fact stress and worry still felt distant and difficult to imagine. Walking to the great oak tree’s trunk I rested a hand on the rough silvery surface and felt a great presence fill my mind, sharing with me a single overwhelming emotion.
Love.
Stepping back, I noticed my hand had left an impression on the trunk’s surface, a large smooth handprint surrounded by radiating fractal patterns. My puzzlement fading, I walked out from under the spreading limbs and looked up at the glittering spot high in the heavens. It was only then that the steady thwump, thwump, thwump of helicopter blades reached me.
The peaceful lassitude faded, and I felt the edges of real panic as the four Blackhawk helicopters swept down from the clouds. Each had a door gunner with a massive machine gun swinging this way and that, filling me with terror every time one of those 50 caliber muzzles swept over me.
There was nowhere for me to run. The grove offered nowhere to hide except beneath a tree, and those machine guns would make short work of the wood. Without the quad I couldn’t hope to escape before they caught me, so I stood, letting the peace of the great oak push back the feeling of betrayal and terror.
Morgan abandoned me to this fate. I couldn’t deny the fact as two attack helicopters landed on the lower slopes of the hillside. The other two flying around us overhead on lookout and ready to cut down any they spotted.
A tall woman with close cropped silver hair, and a uniform festooned with badges stepped off one of the Blackhawks with a familiar grace. Her cold hard eyes locked on mine and I saw them widen, dropping to take in my nakedness before hardening further. I thought she’d approach, but instead she barked an order and two squads hopped out of the helicopters.
Ten women dressed in combat fatigues and loaded down with weapons and ammunition. Most had grenades dangling from their belts and a few were lugging around heavy machine guns. They fanned out with practiced and efficient movements, muzzles sweeping the hilltop as they advanced on me.
I saw several give shocked starts when they first beheld my nakedness, but their discipline was iron hard. That is until they’d pushed passed the wild winds kicked up by the propeller blades and I saw the effects of the Goddesses’ Grove hit their senses.
The first to be affected was a hatchet-faced woman with twisted teeth who’d come within a dozen feet of me. Her eyes grew suddenly wide and her limbs slack. I watched the rifle tumble from suddenly nerveless fingers as she gazed at me with a strange awe. As another woman drew near, her face gaining the same mixture of awe and love, the first fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks.
