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Lost Pirates 3 - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2020-04-04 11:35:27 +0000 UTC(ROUGH - Not edited. Still, I'd love your thoughts!)
Chapter 1
Frank sat in bed, eyeing the pile of women lying there with him. It was bliss, it was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of. And yet, his mind was full of unrest.
He had seen the figure in that strange room, the sort of fourth dimension place that wasn’t part of this world or any, really. Had it been him, really? The light had shone briefly, and while he hadn’t gotten a great view, he felt some connection there and thought he had seen at least a version of himself.
And if that was true, if he wasn’t the only version of himself left alive, what would that mean?
A shadow showed on the balcony first, then Temra stepping out. She wore only her panties and a tank top, hands folded in front of her, wide, red eyes staring at him with concern. Of course her metal right hand and shoulder piece were there, as always. As far as he was concerned, they were simply part of her.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked.
He motioned her over, and when she was at his side, wrapped an arm around her as he kissed her cheek. “Not much. You?”
She shook her head. “Being back here for me, it’s… like waking from a dream, you know? Only to realize the dream hasn’t stopped, and now reality and the dream are overlapping in crazy ways.”
“I know the feeling.” He held her tight, leaning his head down to hers. Until recently, he had barely known her, while she had lived with a separate version of him, one from another dimension, basically. They had been in love, and now he was feeling the emotions that other version of himself had felt. Not only because he had been intimate with her and because she was great, but because he was had, to his knowledge of how it worked, actually absorbed the other versions of himself. Some of the memories would come back in bursts, emotions along with them.
At the moment, a memory of watching a sunrise with her came over, so that it was like the memory was layered on top of this one—the first moment other him had known for sure they were in love. The two had stayed up all night, laughing and talking, hiding out from a group enemy soldiers out to get them. Morning had come and they had committed to going out to fight them, no more hiding. It had been the beginning of the end for them.
And now, this sunrise was like a new beginning for this Frank and her. What had been pure dark was now highlighted orange, plumes of smoke rising from factories, steam from the streets and where it was being used to work all manner of machinery. A steampunk world wasn’t entirely accurate though, because Temra had told him of the tech the Scourers used. She had described them as elite bounty hunters who kept the fancy tech for themselves. The effect had been that, while elites kept power via force, the peasants and any would-be rebels had come to rely on a steam-powered world that likely defied all logic by Frank’s understanding of society and technology.
The night before, when they had arrived and before the insane love-making that had involved his team but also now Temra—though no Other Esmerelda yet, he had been stricken by the beauty of this city. Also by the way it made him shiver with dread, thinking of the dirigible he had seen with gatling guns at its sides and steam pouring from the boiler. It was all so far outside of anything he knew. Pirates were one thing, ninjas too. At least he had read about them. This steampunk stuff existed out there in the world of fiction, but he hadn’t read enough to truly make sense of it. Even if he had, he imagined this world would be different enough that none of that would have really helped him.
This was reality, after all, even if a twisted, weird version of it.
“Are you thinking about last night?” Temra asked, hand moving along his chest.
He was happy to find his worry replaced with images of her licking her lips, her breasts as he caressed them, memories of how amazing her touch felt.
“I certainly am now.”
“And… before?”
He nodded. “Some of it comes back. It’s weird, having memories of a life I didn’t really live.”
“And yet… it makes you so much more… mine. Not like, as a servant or slave, but… the version of Frank that loved me.”
He took her face in his hands. “And I do.”
They kissed, and when she pulled away she was grinning wide, then held up a finger. She ran inside, then came out a second later with a robe around her. Her giggle was so unexpected, so out of the norm for this badass steampunk tinkerer, that he laughed as she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him along. “Come, I want to show you something.”
“Is it safe?” he asked.
“I’ll be there to protect you.”
He laughed. “Well, that and leaving the others alone?”
She froze, turned to him, and stared. “Frank, you’re talking about not just one but two Esmereldas, M&M as you call them, Keisha, Rose, and Shadow. Seriously, you think they would ever not be okay without us for a few minutes?”
“Point made.”
He let her pull him along, away from the guild safe house they had taken up residence in. Up and along a curved path on the hill, a hill that was covered in old, abandoned buildings. Soon they were running, the orange glow now over the whole city, casting deep shadows along the cobblestone streets of the hill. She led him to a stone arch, which they ducked into and came to an old garden. No, not a garden he realized, but what had once been a living room maybe, now completely overgrown with vines, stunning flowers, and a strange type of tree he had never seen before. The tree rose up out of middle of the floor, spiraling up with branches that spiraled as well, so that the whole effect was quite mesmerizing.
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 her silvery 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, then going 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 her then that maybe the pigment of her eyes, red irides, maybe 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 they 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 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. 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 save…?”
“Better if you don’t know.”
They quickly made their way back to the safe house, a great start to the morning.
