Feature Writer: FantasyLover /
Feature Title: PERCHANCE TO DREAM 2 /
Copyright: © 2012 by FantasyLover /
Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, FF, Ff, Magic, Harem, First, Anal /
Synopsis: Stressed archaeologist seeks help from an unusual source by trying an ancient ritual–with unusual results /
Perchance to Dream
Chapter 2
The pleasant morning quickly gave way to another day of butt-numbing airplane and helicopter rides to get us to the village nearest the dig. As the helicopter took off leaving us alone, I was surprised at our reception. Always before, villagers crowded eagerly around us to see the new visitors and children clamored around hoping to coax us into tossing food, candy, or money their way. Village elders always waited for us to come to them.
This time, though, it was the chief and shaman who greeted us. Everyone else stayed a respectable distance away. “Welcome,” they said in their native tongue, bowing to us. Their bows brought an immediate and similar response from the rest of the villagers. “We are honored by your presence,” the chief said solemnly. I’d spent enough time in villages that I’d previously witnessed a lesser chief greeting a greater visiting chief to recognize the situation for what it was. I wasn’t quite sure how they knew but I could make a fair guess.
“It is I who am honored to revisit the land of my ancestors and to be able to help,” I answered as I motioned for everyone to stand back up. My break with the normal protocol surprised them, especially when I greeted them as equals. I explained what was going on to Amanda as we were led into the village–surprised to find that during the night she had also become fluent in the language. When I tossed handfuls of candies and coins I brought specifically for this reason, the kids quickly destroyed the solemnity of the occasion as they squealed and dove for the treasure. Seeing the huge grin on my face at the children’s antics immediately put everyone else at ease.
We were entertained clear through dinner. People from the dig showed up right before sundown with horses for us and for the supplies that the helicopter delivered. I was grateful to find out the dig was only an hour away as I hadn’t been on a horse for a several years and wasn’t looking forward to being saddle sore again.
When we finally retired for the evening, we had two final visitors. Chief Vakaki came by with a young woman I hadn’t noticed earlier. She had been made up carefully, and wore a ceremonial jaguar skin robe. Standing behind her and blocking the doorway of our hut, which shielded us from the view of anyone who might happen by, the chief slipped the robe from the girl’s shoulders. Amanda gasped at the naked dark-skinned beauty standing anxiously before us. Seeing the disapproving look on my face the chief quickly explained. “Itzel has a gift. She foretold this day on the day she became a woman. You will need her help to defeat…” and the chief looked around nervously as if someone were trying to overhear us. “You will need her help to defeat he whom you have come to do battle with. She is here tonight because she chooses to be,” he explained nervously.
“You must take me tonight so that I may join you tomorrow night in your dreams,” she said in the ancient language. She smiled as the surprise registered on my face.
“Welcome,” was all I could say when the shock finally wore off and I stepped aside so she could enter.
“Goodnight Father,” she whispered lovingly to the chief as she turned her head and kissed his cheek. Seconds later, we were alone with Itzel. I guessed her to be fourteen or fifteen and she stood even with Amanda. Her dark breasts were the size of half oranges and were capped with small, dark nipples that were already betraying her arousal. She walked nervously to Amanda and pulled their faces together for a kiss, blushing hard enough it was readily visible on her dark skin. “I have never been with a man or a woman but I watched you last night with the yellow haired woman,” she explained nervously.
“You were able to watch us?” I asked, astounded.
Her blush deepened. “That is part of my gift. Unlike you, though, I am only able to observe. After … after tonight, though, you will be able to bring me into your dreams and I will be able to help with your battle as well as preventing HIM from controlling your minds,” she explained.
When she was finally able to meet my gaze again, there was a fire in her eyes letting me know she really did want to be here–and not just for the reason she told us. While Itzel and I kissed, Amanda began removing my clothing. I could feel Itzel quivering under my touch as I gently caressed her soft feminine curves. When the last of my clothes disappeared, I pulled Itzel down with me to the makeshift bed in the middle of the floor where she rolled over pulling me on top of her as she spread her legs.
Moving down her body, I saw the look of comprehension in her eyes recognizing where I was headed. Obviously, she did watch us last night. She gasped when my lips touched the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. Her breathing quickened as my tongue moved north and slipped through her feminine furrow to taste her piquant oils. Her scream when my tongue found her clit and pushed her over the edge was drowned out by a fortuitous clap of thunder.
In spite of being nearly delirious, Itzel chuckled. “My father was concerned about me. I told him that when he heard the thunder tonight he would know I was okay,” she giggled. Moments later the skies opened up and any noise we made was inaudible more than a few feet from the hut for the next two hours, drowned out by the rain and thunder. I wanted to taste more of her young pussy before despoiling it but Itzel was impatient and pulled at me insistently until Amanda guided the tip of my cock to the opening of Itzel’s sex. Her face answered my final unasked question and I began gently pressing against her hymen.
“No,” she growled. “Take me now,” she demanded raising her hips up to meet me and to show her impatience.
She squeaked when my next thrust was hard enough that I shredded her virginity and sank my cock deep inside of her. I stopped until her rapid breathing returned to near normal. There were small tears in the corners of her eyes but a happy smile on her face when she looked up at me.
When she wiggled her hips impatiently, I started slowly. No words were spoken until we came simultaneously and I hosed her virgin womb with my seed, but I could see in her eyes that it was just what she wanted. Itzel held me tightly on top of her afterwards until my cock shriveled enough to slip from her intimate embrace.
Releasing me, she pulled Amanda over on top of her. I watched, mesmerized as she quickly responded to Amanda’s ministrations. Considering her lack of sexual experience and the attitude of her people about homosexuality, Itzel was surprisingly enthusiastic. Only after giving Itzel several orgasms and making sure she had found the majority of the cum I poured into Itzel’s body did Amanda crawl beside her and hug her.
While they shared yet another kiss, Amanda was shocked when Itzel pounced on top of her and performed a near carbon-copy performance of what Amanda had just done to her. This girl had obviously been taking notes last night while she watched us. When she was satisfied that her performance had been satisfactory, Itzel rolled over again, this time positioning herself below Amanda in the 69 position. Seeing me watching, she beckoned me forward behind Amanda and guided me into Amanda’s eager sex.
Again, I was surprised when I felt Itzel’s tongue on my cock and balls. This neophyte was a quick study and a very horny vixen. Watching the girls go at it had me all worked up again and it only took a couple of minutes before I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. “Cum for me baby,” Amanda moaned, sensing my nearness when I gripped her sleek hips tighter and started thrusting faster. When Itzel’s tongue slipped inside of Amanda’s pussy alongside my cock I exploded, driving into her as deep as I humanly could before releasing a torrent of my cum into her. Amanda’s arms buckled at the same time that she came, her face being driven forward into the makeshift bed by my energetic thrust.
I don’t remember ever cumming so hard before as my balls contracted repeatedly until I thought they might turn themselves inside out. Itzel continued eagerly lapping at Amanda’s oozing pussy when I collapsed off to the side of them. Drained and exhausted, I vaguely remember hearing their continued quiet moans and gasps of passion and pleasure as sleep overtook me.
Our first dream was a group instructional seminar of sorts with the girls on what Pacotamxo had been able to do to people while he was alive. Next, our instructor guided us through a series of exercises enabling us to change our form at will in our dreams. He explained that the lesson he planned to teach us to connect with each other was no longer necessary, but he had Amanda and Itzel specifically connect with their shaman ancestor. It seems that all of the elders of the entire modern Maya nation planned to be in communication with their ancestors the next evening to channel energy to me as I fought “HIM,” as they referred to Pacotamxo, afraid even to mention his name.
Itzel showed her ingenuity and prowess with changing form later as we fucked in our dreams. While Amanda fucked herself atop me, Itzel suddenly grew a cock exactly like mine and buried it in Amanda’s nether passage. I’m surprised Amanda’s scream as she came didn’t wake the whole village, even from inside our dream. Later, Amanda returned the favor. Knowing I hadn’t taken Itzel’s anal cherry she slipped a second cock into Itzel’s pussy as we double-teamed her. The girls even brought Janice and Becky into our dream orgy. I hoped it was a good omen for the real world when all four of them got along great in the dream world.
I should have been exhausted in the morning but it seemed that the more dream sex I had the better I felt when I woke up. Either that or I was going through that early phase of my relationship with Amanda where everything just seems right with the world.
Itzel’s mother came by before breakfast, ostensibly to wake us up. Itzel confided to us that her mother was checking on her. Seeing her daughter practically glowing and grinning from ear-to-ear, her mother smiled happily, and left us alone as we prepared to depart.
The soggy ground from the seasonal rains made our trip to the excavation site take a little longer than an hour, but not much. Itzel’s last-minute addition of her uncle Kaak, the village’s shaman, and his eleven-year-old daughter Nuk surprised me. Halfway to the dig I began to feel something ominous seemingly hanging in the air with the evaporating water vapor from last night’s rain. The girls felt it, too, and we made the remainder of our trip in silence.
I didn’t need to look for the temple when we got to the village to know where it was. I could feel it pulling at me, enticing me to enter. Visions of vast riches and hordes of naked women at my beck and call entered my mind. They disappeared when I started laughing at the mental offer. I already didn’t spend what I earned each year and had at least five years’ salary in savings. My newest book would soon be on the market and the publisher called shortly before we boarded the plane to tell me the first printing had been extended to five times what was originally planned as colleges and universities heard about it based on word-of-mouth and called in orders. It, and subsequent volumes I was sure would be published, would never make me rich but they would easily provide a comfortable living for the growing family group I seemed to be collecting. The visions of hordes of women simply scared the crap out of me. The ones I had lined up currently were more than enough to fulfill any fantasies I–or they–could ever dream up. After the last couple of nights, I’m not sure there were many things left about which I could fantasize.
Itzel smiled serenely at me at that point, almost as if she knew what I’d been thinking. I did notice, as did the girls, that the ominous feeling surrounding us suddenly vanished.
Work at the site had come to a standstill with everyone too nervous to proceed. Dithern showed me around, pointing out the temple and making sure he let me know they left it undisturbed once they got my message. The western edge of the temple had previously been mostly uncovered, to and including what had been the entrance Pacotamxo used to take the three virgins inside for the temple’s dedication. I could feel the energy coming from the temple much like one feels the heat pulsing from a large bonfire. Nobody else could feel it though.
Between the heavy layers of clouds that seemed intent on hiding us from the stars this night, and the dense canopy of the jungle, darkness came early. We shared dinner with the remainder of the crew from the dig but nobody was in a talkative mood, everyone sensing that something monumental was going to take place tonight. A couple of the students jokingly referred to us as the Ghostbusters but the joke was old the first time they used it.
We watched after dinner as the shaman mixed a concoction for us. I saw Itzel’s eyes widen when she saw what he was adding. I’m no ethnobotanist, but I knew enough about Mayan rituals and hallucinogens to recognize some of the ingredients–Morning Glory seeds, Wad toad secretions, one of the many varieties of Psilocybe mushrooms, and water lily bulb. I sure hoped he knew what he was doing, but I guess that was part of his job. Too much of any one of those ingredients could be fatal. Handing each of us a bowl he explained somberly while picking up his spear, “I will be here in case you lose the battle and HE takes control of you. HE cannot take over the mind of a child so my daughter will be watching me … just in case,” he added as his eleven-year-old daughter solemnly took up her own spear. They both drank a different concoction–one he explained was to help keep them alert tonight. I wasn’t sure if his daughter understood what was supposed to happen tonight, but the determined look on the eleven-year-old’s face told me she understood the gravity of it as well as of the task she had been assigned.
With a final nervous kiss, we each swallowed the contents of our own bowl. While not nearly as foul tasting as I had been worried it would be, it would never make it onto the menu of a fast-food joint. The girls bookended me, albeit still clothed since we had an audience. The next thing I knew I was floating somewhere before first Itzel and then Amanda found me and then disappeared again. I felt Amanda in my mind and somehow knew Itzel was watching us from just out of reach.
I felt his presence before I could see him. Then I felt pressure in my head. “He’s off to your right and not too happy because he can’t enter your mind with Amanda in there, too,” I heard Itzel coach. As I turned to my right, a Jaguar lunged at me from the fog surrounding me. I ducked and he missed my face but I felt the searing burn as his claws ripped through the flesh of my shoulder. Before I could react further, my right arm became a machete and buried itself in the soft underbelly of the Jaguar as his weight carried him past us. His shriek of pain was even worse than mine had been.
A second later, my arm was perfectly healed and the pain was gone. Unfortunately, the Jaguar was also back and healthy. He circled me warily, feinting several times trying to provoke a response. When he sprang this time, I turned into a huge porcupine and savored his second howl of pain. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be slowing him down any.
On the third attack, I went for Saber-tooth tiger. When I lashed out at the Jaguar, it disappeared in a puff of smoke. The real one hit me from behind as I started to spin, expecting the attack as soon as the fake disappeared. Fortunately, my current size prevented lethal damage but it still hurt like hell when he again caught my side. I managed to rake his face with my heavy-duty Saber-tooth claws as our deafening shrieks reached a crescendo.
“He’s hurt,” Itzel informed me as my wounds quickly healed. When the Jaguar finally reappeared, the deep red gashes in his face were still there. After several more feints, he struck again, this time changing into a snake as he struck. Score a victory for Mike Scissorhands.
Getting desperate, he finally appeared in human form, but still had the horrendous gashes across his face. A sudden flash of light blinded me momentarily, and I twisted backwards and to my right expecting his attack while I couldn’t see. The burn of something sharp pierced my shoulder and knocked me backwards. The wound healed almost instantly when he pulled his knife shaped hand out and concentrated on strangling me–or so I thought. His hand quickly became a knife again, directed at my throat as I struggled with him trying to keep it away. A sudden movement caught my attention when Itzel appeared, spear-hand penetrating Pacotamxo’s skull.
Instantly, we were back in the tent at the dig, with no residual effects from the drug. It took me a second to realize that we’d won. “Yes!” I whooped, pistoning my fist into the air. Instantly I was buried under two happily squealing girls. Amanda and I both turned on Itzel and smothered her in kisses. Only when we finally calmed down and looked around did we see the shocked look on the face of Itzel’s uncle as he stared at the severed human head skewered on his spear–a head with deep claw marks across the face.
“I realized that every time he attacked you he was aiming for your head. You just happened to dodge the attacks. Everything below your necks healed instantly,” Itzel gushed excitedly.
Her uncle had moved so that the head was over a bowl and the remaining blood was dripping into the bowl. “There is one more task we must perform,” he said solemnly. “We have to permanently seal the two portals in the temple.”
“Okay, how do we do that?” I asked excitedly.
“With the blood of the defeated, the blood of the victor, and the blood of an innocent,” he answered looking back and forth between his daughter and me.
“How much blood are we talking about?” I asked nervously.
“Not much,” he answered cupping one hand.
“I’m sure the camp’s medic can draw it,” I suggested.
“No, it must be done ceremonially,” he answered emphatically. My stomach lurched when Itzel’s eyes bugged out.
“When?” Itzel demanded.
“It will be dawn soon. We should go to the temple as soon after dawn as possible,” he explained.
“Fine” she huffed. “Wait outside and I’ll get them ready,” she ordered. Bowing slightly, her uncle turned and left the tent. Itzel hugged her cousin while they held a whispered conversation. Her cousin was nodding when they finished but her cheeks were streaked with tears. My stomach lurched again.
“This is going to be very strange and it’s going to hurt a lot, but everything will be okay,” she said as she hugged me tightly. Seconds later, she started removing my clothing.
“Ummmmm, we have company?” I half-asked nodding to Nuk. “It gets stranger,” she answered. When my pants dropped to the floor, Nuk’s eyes were glued to my semi-erect cock. Itzel pushed me down onto the floor and straddled my hips as she explained the process. I cringed with each new detail she explained. Evidently, there were lots of gruesome facts I didn’t know about the Maya. The ceremony hadn’t been practiced in hundreds of years, but the seriousness of this situation, which began more than four thousand years ago demanded it.
I turned my head when Itzel removed Nuk’s dress. Nuk gasped when Itzel performed the mandatory exam to assure that she was still “innocent.” Assured that she was, she had Nuk straddle my lap and lower herself, albeit nervously, while Itzel held my cock flat against my stomach to insure that Nuk stayed innocent. Nuk’s eyes widened in surprise when she began sliding back and forth, my cock nestled in the valley between her nascent labia. It was only a couple of minutes later when Itzel motioned for Amanda to get her uncle.
With Itzel holding Nuk from one side, I held her other. I still don’t understand why I was the one that Nuk bit. I don’t really blame her, but damn it hurt being bit, though obviously not as bad as when her father pierced her engorged labia. After catching a drop of blood on a sheet of tissue-like paper, the rest dripped into the bowl with Pacotamxo’s blood. Itzel continued holding Nuk after they finished and while the uncle turned to me.
I was shocked to find that I was still erect. I sure didn’t feel horny after watching what he just did, or knowing what he was about to do. Rolling up the edge of the blanket, I bit down on it just before the sharp bone knife skewered me near the base of my erection. Nuk reached over and squeezed my hand sympathetically. I have no idea how much blood he took. I’m not normally squeamish, but the thought of seeing my cock being pierced was a bit more than I was ready to think about. I didn’t watch any of the procedure until I felt the sting of the Ek’ Balam shrub resin he applied to stop the bleeding.
While he worked, Nuk and I redressed. Once he finished mixing all of the herbs, he led us out to where he’d built a small funeral pyre. The gasoline he doused it with and the flares he added and shoved inside the skull made it burn hotter and faster. Once the flesh was gone, we left the fire to finish the job.
Using the Bobcat, it only took the crew from the dig a few minutes to finish clearing the entrance, moving the stones blocking the entrance to the temple. While they waited nervously outside, the shaman and I went in to seal the portals. I had to be the one to paint the blood and herb mixture along all four edges of both portals and was grateful for the chance to sit when it was time to let him do his shaman thing to finish the process.
First, he burned the two tissue papers, one with a drop of Nuk’s blood on it and the other with a drop of my blood on it. Supposedly, the scent of the burning blood was to get the attention of the Gods. Then he began praying and chanting. Finally, there was what I can only describe as a shudder as the barely-discernible crevasse in the rocks, the one outlining the two doors, seemed to press together tighter. Then suddenly, the joint in the rocks glowed a silver glow and simply wasn’t there anymore. “It is done,” was all the shaman said before we exited the temple. I knew the girls would insist on more details later.
The dream warfare last night didn’t have the same effect of leaving me energized as our dream sex did. In fact, I felt utterly drained. Between the battle, the bloodletting, and the ceremony in the temple, I wanted a good long nap before having to sit in that saddle suffering for an hour with a pierced cock. I felt even worse for poor Nuk since she’d have to sit right on her piercing. I had to admit, though, she was going to be a beauty in a few years. I chided myself for being jealous of the man who finally got to go where I’d been so close to earlier. It wasn’t that I was attracted to her young body. I’d actually felt like a letch this morning just doing what we’d had to do for the ceremony. No, I just felt close to and protective of her having shared what had to have been a very traumatic experience for her–hell, for both of us.
The makeshift bed on the tent floor rushed up to meet me as I collapsed in the middle of it, too tired to care how gracefully I landed. God but it felt good to lie down. Also fully clothed and equally exhausted, the girls quickly bookended me. I was floored when Nuk asked if she could join us. After a slight nod and happy smile from her father, I held my arm out inviting her in as Itzel relinquished her spot to her cousin. I’m not sure if I was asleep before she snuggled against me or not.
I felt rested when Amanda and Itzel invaded my dream. One look was all it took to see what was on their minds. Protesting, I reminded them about the piercing. “Looks fine to me,” Amanda purred after checking and finding no sign of the piercing. Her lips slid down the length of my cock a second later. “Note to self–real world injuries don’t carry into the dream world,” I thought. I was also relieved that the girls and I wouldn’t have to do without while I healed.
Itzel popped out of our dream briefly, returning with her cousin. She smiled when I protested, then smirked as she watched the look on my face as Nuk aged before my eyes. I was mesmerized when her tiny nipples poked out of her flat chest, followed rapidly by the growing mounds of her breasts until they were the same size as Itzel’s. At nearly the same time, random hairs sprouted in her pubic area, filling in and lengthening until she had a sparse but lickable thatch. Her hips widened, her ass filled out, and the rest of her body rearranged itself until she had a definitely feminine form. Poor Nuk was blushing bright red watching me view such a private thing, observing what the next few years held for her.
Itzel pulled her down on top of me and Nuk assumed the position she’d been in only a few hours ago. This time, though, Itzel wasn’t trying to prevent anything. Again, Nuk slid back and forth, massaging her now visible and erect clit along the length of my cock. This time when she slid a little too far forward, she found the head of my cock notched in the opening to her virgin sex. I froze, letting her decide for herself whether to proceed. Nuk knew what she wanted and her body understood enough of the basics to start the process. Holding her slender hips, I helped guide her, while Amanda gently stroked her back, and Itzel stroked the insides of her thighs. When I pressed against her barrier, I stopped, letting her make the final decision.
Nuk gasped a little when she forced me through her virginity, and then I took a more active role, raising and lowering my hips as I pressed deeper into her tight virgin pussy. With her eyes closed, she had the most blissful look on her face when I finally bottomed out inside of her–at least for a moment. The blissful look had turned to a raging inferno of lust when she re-opened her eyes. She offered no resistance when I rolled us over and took control, slowly pistoning my rod in and out of her until her actions made it clear she wanted more. Faster and harder, I pumped her tight pussy driving her to two orgasms before I filled her virgin womb with my seed. With a blissful, contented smile on her lips, she rocked our bodies gently, refusing to let me go until my shriveled cock slipped out of her.
Nuk gasped in amazement when her cousin buried her face between Nuk’s legs and then gasped louder when Itzel’s tongue began exploring. Itzel drove Nuk to three more explosive orgasms before poor Nuk pushed her away, unable to take any further stimulation. Meanwhile, Amanda had claimed me and I was jackhammering her. One nice thing about dream sex is that I didn’t need any time to recover and could come repeatedly. Nuk watched while I fucked her cousin next, and then insisted on another round for herself. In between, Itzel persuaded Nuk to get her first taste of Amanda’s cum-filled pussy.
We all snuggled together in a tangled heap of arms, legs, and assorted body parts afterwards. Then, suddenly, we were in a chamber with a stone floor, standing naked in front of dozens of people I didn’t recognize. “We understand that an offer of wealth and women was extended to you this morning,” a somber and serious voice said, although I didn’t notice anybody’s lips moving.
It seemed like so long ago that I had to think about it for a second. “Yes, and I ignored it,” I answered.
“We know. We would like to know why,” the voice intoned.
“I already earn enough to support myself and a large family comfortably. I don’t want my children to grow up as rich brats, but rather to understand how to support themselves when they are old enough to be on their own. I’m already with one woman who seems to have latched on to me, and I have the feeling she will be adding a couple more to our odd family. That is already more women than I am comfortable with trying to keep happy so why would I want more?” I asked. I swear I heard chuckling from somewhere.
“What would you consider an adequate reward for what you did this morning?” the voice asked.
“I didn’t do it by myself,” I reminded them.
“We are aware of that. We are simply asking what you would consider an adequate reward,” the voice repeated sounding slightly annoyed.
“I would consider Nuk and I not having to ride a horse or walk back to her village in pain an adequate reward,” I answered letting a little of my own annoyance show.
“Hardly adequate,” a different voice grumbled. “What wish could be fulfilled to make you a happy man,” yet another voice asked.
“Since I have no idea what you are looking for, there are two things that would make me happy. The first is always to be able to make the woman or women who choose to be in my life happy. The second is to be able to help remove the shroud of mystery from the civilizations that have gone before us, that they may be known for what they were and what they did, not what the preconceived notions of archaeologists think they were like,” I answered.
There was a minute of hushed conversation before the first voice addressed me again. “We are pleased with your answers but we are still concerned that you may eventually use the power for evil purposes,” it said, finally getting to the point of this whole confab.
“Then take it back,” I exclaimed.
“We are not allowed to do that,” he answered a few seconds later.
“Then I have an idea. On the trip here, I considered asking Amanda to use the power to make it impossible for me to hurt anyone or to force anyone to do something against their will unless they were a threat to my family or me. I hoped she would agree to let me do the same thing to her. Now that Itzel can also use it, I will ask her to do the same thing,” I suggested.
This time the hushed conversation lasted longer. “We see now why the Gods chose you as their champion,” the voice said.
“What?” I sputtered. “I thought I just kind of happened to be in the right place at the right time and I agreed to do it,” I said, flabbergasted.
“Yes, it was your choice,” the voice answered soberly. “While the Gods guided events leading up to your choice, they are unable to take away anyone’s free will. Had you decided not to face the challenge, they would have needed to come up with another solution–one that would probably have cost many thousands of lives.”
My mind was on overload. “You keep referring to Gods. How many are there?” I asked. This time I know I heard chuckles.
“At least one; cultures that worship multiple Gods are frequently worshiping different aspects of the same God. Many of the Gods worshiped around the world are the same God being worshipped in different ways or by different names. Which God or Gods one chooses to worship and in what manner one chooses to worship are unimportant. There are, however, two less Gods today after the ceremony in the temple. They tried to circumvent the law about not taking away peoples’ free will and have paid the price.”
“We hope you will carry through with your decision to limit the power but you will need to wait a year to do it. You can’t alter two minds at once,” he explained before they left us back in our own dreams.
“I think I should explain his last comment,” Itzel said nervously. “I had Amanda stay in your mind last night because Pacotamxo couldn’t attack your mind with two minds there. Amanda and I were safe because we’re both pregnant and he can’t harm an innocent,” she said. The last part was spoken so quietly I almost missed it.
“What?” I gasped excitedly, jumping to my feet. I don’t think she could hear me over Amanda’s excited squeal.
It was morning again when we woke up. Nuk blushed clear to her toes when I kissed her passionately in spite of the fact that she was back in her eleven-year-old body. It was a pleasant surprise to find that my request had been taken to heart and we wouldn’t have to ride back to the village sore. The piercings were healed.
The last piece of business before leaving was to have the remnants of the temple destroyed. With the help of someone connected to the Maya who had been waiting for us, I’d managed to purchase C-4 and detonators before boarding the plane that delivered us to the nearby Mayan village. Using all of the explosives, we blasted the temple, destroying for all eternity the most revealing evidence about what happened here so many thousands of years ago. When they woke up tomorrow, the archaeologists here would have forgotten most of the details about what happened here yesterday. They would only remember having to destroy the temple because it was so unsafe.
The ride back to the village was quiet, each of us caught up in our own thoughts. There were, however, many tender looks passed back and forth between us. It wasn’t until we got back to the village that I had the courage to ask Itzel if she wanted me to see about getting her a visa so she could join us. My heart sank when she said no. “Amanda already took care of it,” she added quickly when she saw my disappointment.
There were at least three times as many people in the village when we got back as had been there when we left. Most had no clue what we’d done, but knew we’d accomplished something extraordinary in an effort to keep them safe. Hearing that I already had two women, several girls spent a lot of the afternoon and evening hanging around hoping to be noticed. When they started getting more aggressive, Nuk asserted her presence–all four foot six inches–even creating a bit of a scandal when she parked herself affectionately on my lap for much of the evening. The fact that neither her father nor the chief had a problem with her behavior mitigated the censure from the women of the village, especially when her father’s quiet conversation with his wife led to her coming over and giving both her daughter and I a hug and kiss.
“I hope you have room for one more. You two just got her parent’s approval to get married when she becomes a woman,” Itzel chuckled. “Can we dream again tonight?” Nuk purred in a voice way too sexy for an eleven-year-old.
We did dream again. Amanda introduced Itzel and the older version of Nuk to Becky and Janice. Itzel had met the girls last night but we’d been a little too carried away for introductions. I was surprised not only that they all got along, but at how well they got along–all night long. Thank God (Gods?) for dream sex. There was no way I could physically keep up with them in the real world.
When our plane landed in Villahermosa there was an American consulate official there with temporary papers for Itzel allowing her to come to the U.S. Her permanent paperwork would arrive within 90 days he promised. Amanda just grinned smugly when I looked questioningly. This was obviously not normal procedure. We could have caught a redeye home but I wanted some time to work out the kinks from the flights to Villahermosa before being stuffed into another flying sardine can for half a day.
Knowing we would be back that evening, we phoned Becky and she was waiting for us with (nearly) hot pizza for dinner. “I’ve had the strangest dreams,” she purred when she hugged and kissed me. She froze, staring at Itzel when she and Amanda came into the apartment.
“They weren’t entirely dreams,” I chuckled. Becky launched herself, collecting both Amanda and Itzel in an excited group hug and kiss. We did have to explain about the dreams while we ate, as well as why Nuk wasn’t with us yet. Itzel told us it would be less than two years before she would be ready to join us but that we could have her with us every night in our dreams until then.
I did call Ted at his home and let him know we were back and would make a full report to him in the morning.
As our dream fuck marathon was winding down that night, Amanda told dream Janice we’d be at work in the morning. If she wanted to join us, she should wear something sexy to indicate her choice. Otherwise, we would pretend nothing happened and would leave her alone to live her life in whatever way she saw fit.
Everyone was clustered outside of Ted’s office when we arrived and began clapping when they saw us. Evidently, Dithern had called the day we left the dig to thank Ted him for sending Amanda and me and told him that we had accomplished what we set out to do and the danger was gone. The native workers had returned and had made a small shrine outside of the tent we’d stayed in.
Then I saw Janice as she nervously pressed forward through the small crowd. She looked more like she was going out on a hot date than getting ready to start a day at work. She watched my reaction anxiously, afraid that everything had just been her imagination working overtime. Amanda saw her, too and hurried over. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked. Eyes darting back and forth between Amanda and I Janice nodded. She looked so hot chewing nervously on her lower lip.
There was a group gasp when Amanda pulled Janice’s face to hers and kissed her. The gasp turned to absolute silence when I did the same thing and then Itzel came from behind me and followed suit. “Your office?” I asked a stunned Ted.
“Uh … yeah … that would probably be a good idea,” he finally managed to sputter.
The crowd began leaving but several guys lagged behind to get a last good look at Janice before she went into Ted’s office.
“So, how long… ?” he asked motioning to Amanda, Janice, and I.
“That was the first time with Janice,” I told a skeptical Ted. “I could explain it but you probably wouldn’t believe me,” I offered. Ted just waved off the explanation.
“Actually, I probably would. Dithern said you worked some kind of Vu-doo to get rid of the evil presence down there, and with these dreams you keep telling me about I’d probably believe anything right now,” he sighed.
“Everything was tied to those dreams,” I told him.
He looked around the room at the three gorgeous women with me. “I wish I could have a dream like that,” he sighed which set the girls to giggling. I knew he was in for it when I saw the mischievous look in Amanda’s eyes.
“I was hoping I could ask one more favor,” I said. “If I had four assistants we could finish the work that much faster,” I offered.
Ted rolled his eyes but he was still smiling which was a good sign. “Mike, there’s not enough money in our budget for four assistants’ salaries. Besides, I’m assuming the fourth assistant will also be female and I’m a bit nervous about a lawsuit because none of your assistants would be male.”
“All four will work for the same thing the interns make so you would only have to hire two new interns. As far as the sex discrimination, any male or additional female who can readily translate previously unknown ancient Mayan dialects is welcome to join us,” I finished with a flourish.
“They can translate, too?” Ted gasped.
“Amanda and Itzel can right now. Janice and Becky will be able to in a day or two,” I said.
Ted’s jaw almost hit the top of his desk. He started to say something but stopped himself. “The dreams?” he asked. I nodded. You can always tell when Ted is flustered. He rubs his hands up and down his face rapidly several times as if he’s washing his face. He did that now.
“Fine, I’ll post the obligatory notices and we’ll do the interviews Monday. I’ll choose 20 glyphs and have each applicant translate them,” Ted sighed.
“Wait, who is Becky?” he asked as an afterthought.
“She’ll be a freshman here in the fall,” Amanda explained. I wondered if she had enrolled before meeting us or if Amanda “helped” with her enrollment.
“Freshman?” Ted queried as he again rubbed his face. “Fine,” he said almost grumpily. Handing us four blank applications he shooed us out of his office and told us to take the rest of the week off to recuperate. He even included Janice.
We didn’t exactly recuperate. We spent the day getting to know each other better with all of us together physically for the first time. Aside from a brief moment of nerves when she first started stripping off her clothes, Janice joined right in as if she’d done it many times before–which I guess she had in a way.
Right after we went to sleep, we found ourselves again before the tribunal we’d spoken to previously. The mood seemed more festive this time, though. The figure belonging to the original voice we heard stepped forward out of the shadows. Touching Amanda’s cheek, he said, “Your wishes have been approved.”
He then turned to me. “Of your three wishes, only the healing required any effort to grant and that was minimal. We, therefore, reserve the right to reward you as you request or as we see fit in the future,” he said.
We found ourselves back in Itzel’s village in the middle of a huge celebration. Itzel’s eyes and grin widened at the same time and she quickly guided us to her father. “It’s a marriage ceremony for all of us,” she giggled pulling us along as fast as we could make our way through the crowd. She pulled faster when she finally saw her father.
“Welcome,” he exclaimed excitedly when he saw us. The man next to him quickly bowed after looking surprised at the way Vakaki greeted me.
“Mike, this is Chief Nachancan, a relative of yours,” Vakaki said by way of introduction. Nachancan was surprised when I greeted him as an equal. I hated it when people bowed to me. In fifteen minutes, he gave me the Reader’s Digest version of the branch of my family tree still in the area. I guess my ancestors took advantage of an offer of a job not knowing it was in the U.S. They were illegally smuggled into the country and worked for years for the man who took them there before he died. Then they just blended in with everyone else and the rest is history.
Vakaki finally silenced the excited throng long enough to perform the marriage ceremonies. I was surprised when Nuk joined with us in full Mayan bridal garb and even more surprised when there was no protest at all. Then there was the obligatory dance afterwards with my wives. Even though I had paid attention while I was in the village for two years so many years ago, I still sucked at dancing. Amanda, Becky, and Janice seemed to catch on quickly and enjoyed laughing at my clumsy attempts. Hey, it’s not my fault that I was born with two left feet. Even my mother gave up trying to teach me the waltz when I nearly broke her foot at the age of eight. Their laughter was contagious and quickly the entire village was laughing. I guessed it was better than having them bowing to me.
Shortly after retiring to the hut provided for us, we were asleep and our honeymoon sex was even more torrid than usual–if that was possible. We were shocked the next morning when we woke up back home and still had Nuk with us. She was, however once again back in her eleven-year-old body. I guess whatever power put her here felt it was important for her to age normally since nobody here would have known if she quickly aged a few years. Nuk didn’t care as long as she was with us. Even though we’d included her every night since we left, she missed us during the day knowing we were so far away. We also discovered a complete set of immigration papers for her right next to Itzel’s.
Amanda had been busy during the night with things besides the sex. We went to the bank the next day and I added all five women to my account and ordered credit cards for them. I could see Amanda’s handiwork when the bank manager never batted an eye, not even when he added Nuk. Then Amanda opened an account using a bogus business name that the branch manager never batted an eye over. He also never asked to see documentation showing that the business really existed.
Ted called shortly after noon. “Okay, I believe you,” he gasped, laughing. Evidently, Amanda had filtered through his thoughts to see which women he was attracted to and then checked each of the women. Connie, the Asian intern, liked Ted as much as he liked her but both had assumed the other one wouldn’t be interested in them because of the age difference. Amanda put them together in a sex dream last night and today they caught each other checking the other out. Ted worked up the courage to ask Connie to lunch. He was blown away (literally and figuratively) when she went down on him in his car after lunch. I could see how proud Amanda was of herself for getting the two of them together.
The news that night was filled with stories of dozens of drug dealers turning themselves and their drugs in to the police all over the Eastern seaboard. Police were as baffled as the drug dealers were. Amanda grinned when I looked at her accusatorily. “I’m just protecting my community,” she answered innocently. “Besides, they each transferred all of their money into our new business account,” she gloated.
After a few minutes of online research, Amanda and I were headed to the airport for yet another butt-numbing flight. We got back Sunday afternoon after setting up dozens of offshore accounts that couldn’t possibly be traced to us. All of the money from the local bank was transferred to one of those accounts for safekeeping. Amanda was surprised to learn that I already had over $400,000 in my original account. By dinner, Amanda had rounded up five girls she knew and brought them to our place. After dinner, she took the five into the guest bedroom and made them as comfortable as five people can be in one bedroom.
When they drifted off, she entered their dreams and began her new hobby–detoxing the college kids already addicted to the drugs she was helping take off the street. She told me that they would sleep for three days and when they woke up their craving for the drugs would be minimal. All five of the girls had agreed to come with her even though they weren’t sure how she could pull off what she promised.
Nuk watched over them while they slept Monday, She had acclimated to her new surroundings well and insisted that she be allowed to take care of the apartment since the rest of us were working. Itzel assured us that everything would be fine and that she’d know a couple of days in advance if anything bad was going to happen to any of us.
With that reassurance, we headed for work. Ted was in an exceptionally good mood–for obvious reasons. He interviewed Becky and Itzel first, hiring them both as interns since the new positions were only available as interns. He explained to both of them that the intern positions usually went to seniors and grad students, but since I had personally recommended them, he would hire them. Janice had walked Itzel through the bureaucratic nightmare of registering for college. Fortunately, Amanda had cleared the way for her so it wasn’t quite so bad.
Next, he gave each girl a stack of glyphs to translate and put them at separate desks where they couldn’t see each other. Itzel finished in five minutes. The rest took a couple minutes longer but all finished in less than ten minutes. Of the other eleven applicants, not one knew even one of the glyphs. Finally, he had me translate them since he picked ones that hadn’t been translated yet.
“Okay,” he said after I gave him my list. Every translation matched. “Any chance I could ask how you do the dream thing?” Ted asked.
I was trying to think of a graceful refusal when Itzel rescued me. “Sorry, a shaman never tells how he does sacred things and Mike is now considered by the Maya to be the most powerful Mayan shaman ever,” she explained seriously.
“Somehow, I believe it,” Ted replied just as seriously.
While the girls filled out the obligatory paperwork for their new jobs, I finally went back to my office. I was surprised to find it had been moved into a much more spacious room. There were four additional desks in the room and each desk had a brand new computer, all hooked up to a humungous server.
The note taped to my monitor said simply:
Mike-
Congratulations.
Word is spreading like wildfire and every major university, museum, and research facility in the world is
hoping to send their work to you for help with the translation. Your new assistants will be earning the
regular assistant salary, and I do mean they will be earning it. Your work will bring in much more to the
university, both in money and in prestige, than the pittance I have to pay all of you. You are going to be
busy for years and I fully expect you to make time to publish regularly. I have somebody in mind to help
keep your work organized and get it ready to be published–if it’s safe for her to work near you.
Ted
I sent him back an e-mail.
Ted
It’s safe for her to work with us although my new office will
be a little cramped with five people in it. Maybe there is space
in your office that she can use.
Mike
The girls finally finished with all of the obligatory paperwork and trooped into the new office. While they were oohing and aahing over our new office there was an excited feminine squeal from down the hall and then the sound of running feet coming our way. I turned around just in time to see a very happy Connie run into the office and launch herself at me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squealed giddily as she clung to me, kissing my cheek between each thank you.
“So much for it being safe for her to work around you,” Ted chuckled from my doorway. Connie stuck her tongue out at him and kissed my cheek once more, daring him to say anything. “Send her back when you’re done with her,” he snickered as he headed back to his office. When she finally let go of me she looked up and thanked me again.
“Careful,” I warned. “If you try kissing me anymore the girls may insist on equal time with you.” Grinning, Connie made the rounds giving each of the girls a chaste kiss on the lips before sticking her tongue out playfully at me and scurrying back down the hall.
By the end of the day, we had prioritized the 27 requests we’d already received and e-mailed everyone to let them know where their project stood. By the end of the week, it became clear we would need a secretary just to answer the phones and open the mail we were getting. I told Ted, offering to pay their salary myself if necessary but he waved off my offer. “Are you kidding? You’ve already finished two of the projects this week and paid for the salaries of your entire team for six months. Heck, I’ll get you two secretaries if you need,” he offered.
“I know someone,” Connie called out from the office next door to Ted. Something in her voice caught my ear.
“If Connie recommends her, I approve,” I told Ted. Something about the playful way she said made me think it might put Ted in an uncomfortable position if he had to make the decision. Connie’s evil grin at Ted before she hugged me and kissed my cheek again confirmed my suspicions. I e-mailed him to make sure I hadn’t put him in a bad position.
“No, you did me a huge favor, and I’m catching up with you,” was his reply a minute later, complete with a smiling emoticon.
Every day more drug dealers turned themselves in to the police, and our offshore bank accounts grew. Amanda’s request for her “reward” from the tribunal had been for her to be allowed to make drug dealers and other dangerous criminals turn themselves in to police. Rather than start with the college as ground zero, she started 200 miles to the north of us so that nobody could pinpoint the college as the location the impetus was coming from.
We quickly had to get a larger house and found a beautiful and rather pricey one not far from school. It was big enough that Amanda could keep ten new addicts in bedrooms on the first floor for the necessary three nights without bothering us on the second floor. Only twice did Itzel warn Amanda not to bring home a specific person. Evidently, they had intended to agree to go to the intervention but planned to rob Amanda on the way back.
Work slowed down once classes started. I had two lectures Monday/Wednesday and two lectures Tuesday/Thursday, along with assorted homework and papers to grade. In addition, I had graduate students to watch over. Amanda and Janice tested out of many of the classes they needed for their Master’s degree. The school finally granted them Doctorates at the end of the semester pointing out that it was silly to require two of the five best ancient Meso-American linguists in the world to take classes when they clearly knew more than their professors. The degrees were awarded in a private ceremony so as not to raise any cries of foul play from other students. Itzel and Becky were doing excellent, and after a slow start, Nuk was excelling as a sophomore in high school. Her paperwork listed her age as sixteen even though anyone could look at her and tell she was nowhere near that age. We told everyone she had been severely malnourished as a child. Aside from the tutoring the girls and I did for her, Nuk was evidently learning a lot from us literally by osmosis in our dreamtime. That and she was a smart girl.
By winter break, the university had become the hub of all study of ancient Meso-American languages and cultures. The school had four times as many applications for graduate study as usual and poor Ted had twice as many male applicants and six times as many female applicants to be interns this summer. I declined Ted’s offer to help pick the interns explaining that my wives had been hinting that we needed more help. I could still hear him laughing ten minutes later. I did help him, though. I went through the applications for the guys and rated them best to worst. Itzel helped with my ratings, picking out several guys I would have skipped over. I did pass along a message to Ted from Itzel that he should strongly consider the application from Mexico City–whatever that meant.
I could also see the handwriting on the wall and began grooming Amanda and Janice. I started having them fill in for me occasionally, giving my lectures so they would be ready next year to teach sections for the surplus of students now applying to the school. Ted’s boss Phil, the department head, thanked me when he figured out what I was doing since it would save him from having to recruit a less-qualified candidate from another school. In addition, having both of them available part-time would make scheduling much more flexible and nobody could argue with their qualifications since they were universally accepted as the best in the world.
Janice’s first class was almost a disaster. Fortunately, Itzel warned her ahead of time. Everyone was expecting Dr. Miller to teach the class but they were surprised to find Dr. Janice Miller (she legally changed her last name). One of the male students whistled lightly when she turned around to face the chalkboard. When she finished what she was writing she turned back to the class. “Edward Hartman, I’m teaching this class because I take the study of ancient languages very seriously. If you feel the same way, feel free to stay. If you find the study of women’s asses more compelling, I suggest that you leave right now,” she said sternly. She could see him fidgeting and wondering how she knew it was him.
“In case you were wondering how I knew it was you, might I remind you that the present-day Maya consider my husband to be the most powerful Maya shaman ever to live. You should see what he likes doing to guys who treat his wives disrespectfully,” she chuckled as she turned back to the board.
“Actually,” she continued turning back towards the class “I guess you wouldn’t be able to see it when he does,” she finished and turned back to the board. Aside from a minute of laughter at her tormentor by the rest of the class, the rest of the time in class went smoothly. He even went up and apologized after class.
Late April was hectic when Amanda and Itzel both delivered a day apart. Suddenly we had an impromptu nursery set up in the office. Gratefully, the mothers were able to control when and how much the babies slept using their dreams. A week later, the girls and I made good on my promise to make it so that none of us could use the power to hurt anyone or make them do anything against their will unless they were a threat to family or friends or if they were criminals and dangerous to the community. We also discovered that the ladies could still have dream sex right after delivering and enjoy the physical closeness as well as the energizing effect it had on all of us.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO