17. Dragons’ Teeth
When he woke up the next morning, after dreams of fighting dragons and fucking damsels, he found Cara had curled up round him.
While, on a physical level, he felt warm and calm, his mind and soul were agitated.
He felt courage flowing through him, with no battle ahead.
He had felt powerless back home, but now he knew that was not the case.
Now he was ready to be a hero, but where was the enemy?
He moved off the bed, pulling the covers back up over Cara, before walking again to the living room and the incredible views of the city.
He felt the dark power still surging through him.
He flexed his arms and saw his muscles and veins visibly flow with energy.
There was something inside him that both was and wasn’t him.
At school they had been taught the signs of demonic possession, but there were no intrusive thoughts that were utterly alien to him, no strange voices.
Instead he felt like some kind of beast was awakening inside him.
This beast was not satisfied, could not be satisfied, by the life that had formed around him on Earth.
Looking down at the city really wasn’t helping. He really didn’t care enough about the people down below. He would happily have immobilised a million bag snatchers, but what would that do? A million more would take their place. He needed a better reason to use this power.
Slender arms wrapped round his chest, and hard nipples pushed into his back. He turned round to hold Cara, grasping her arse in his strong hands as she clung to him.
‘Fred,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Thank you for last night. That was incredible. But I’m starving now! Shall I make us some omelets?”
Cara talked Fred through how to make them both coffee, while she cooked omelets packed with spinach and cheese. As they ate their breakfasts the tension coursing through Fred’s body and mind began to dwindle, but remained as a niggling tickle at the back of his brain.
“I’ve arranged for us to take Shandy out to a country pub, and then go for a walk,” Cara explained between mouthfuls. “I think we should both tell her how we feel. I would hate to leave it too long and miss our chance somehow.”
There was a moment of silence where, Fred figured, they were both probably imagining just a few of the things they would like to do to Shandy.
“What if she says yes to you, but no to me?” Fred asked. “What would happen then?”
“Well…” Cara mused, running her hand down Fred’s arm.
“If I turn that around, if she said yes to you, but no to me, I’d still want you two to be together, as long as you still wanted me, and she still wanted to be friends.
It wouldn’t be easy, but I wouldn’t want to deprive you of each other.
That’s not what you do to someone you care about. ”
Fred was silent a bit longer.
“I don’t know what I would feel or what I would do if she wanted you and not me,” he answered finally. “Hopefully we won’t have to find out!”
They waited in the car outside the Rock Tavern, rather than go in and have Bob fuss over exactly what percentage human or elf Cara was now.
Cara had set up the satnav for the pub, and when Shandy arrived, they both bundled into the back seat, leaving Fred alone at the front.
They had agreed that the car was the best place for Cara to test the waters, and perhaps to make the first move.
While he drove, Fred worked hard at listening in on what they were saying. They began with the weather, moved on to talking about clothes, and then Shandy had a little rant about how unreasonable Bob could be sometimes.
“I’m so glad he took you in though,” Cara answered, her tone suddenly serious. “As I’ve been telling Fred, you’re so special to me.”
“Like a little sister?” Shandy asked, giggling.
“No. Like a friend. Like a friend I would really like more with,” Cara answered, her voice soft now, cracking with emotion.
“More what?” Shandy asked, giggling again.”More cuddles? We already have those. Or is this what you’re missing?”
In the rearview mirror, Fred watched as Shandy pulled Cara’s face down towards her and they began to kiss. Luckily the motorway traffic was fairly predictable, as Fred’s eyes flicked from the road to the scene developing on the back seat of Cara’s car.
“Did you want to be more than friends too, Fred?” Shandy asked, coming up for air, as they neared their destination. “Or can I just borrow your girlfriend from time to time?”
Fred gulped. “I want you too!” he blurted out.
“Well, that’s lucky!” Shandy laughed. “Let’s talk it over at the pub.”
When they got to the pub Cara and Shandy straightened their hair and clothes and piled out of the car, giggling.
Cara linked arms with Fred to his right, and Shandy linked arms with him to the left.
As they walked into the pub, Fred glowed with pride and his cock twitched with excitement at having two such beauties on his arms.
“Do you have a booking?” the waitress asked, raising an eyebrow as she took in the three of them.
“Yes!” Cara said. “The booking is under Fred and friends.”
“But more than friends now…” Shandy giggled, squeezing Fred’s arm as the three of them followed the waitress, holding hands now as they wound around the tables.
They were seated at a corner table, where they could all squeeze onto the same sofa.
They looked at the menu together.
“I think I’m going to have the Sunday Roast, maybe with the Spotted Dick for dessert,” Shandy said, running her hand up Fred’s leg and looking up into his face as she spoke.
“I might go for the Eton Mess,” Cara said, creeping her hand up his other leg while smiling at them both. “It can be fun getting cream everywhere.”
Fred looked down at the menu.
“Maybe we could get a sharing platter?”
The two girls giggled.
“I’m definitely into sharing,” Shandy giggled. “The more the merrier, as long as everyone’s having fun.”
As she said that the two girls’ hands met over Fred’s already-erect cock. They grinned conspiratorially.
“Sharing can be really hard sometimes,” Cara mused, “Especially if there’s only one thing to share.”
“Well, exactly! What do you do? Do you take half each, or take it in turns?” Shandy asked, her face a picture of innocence as her hand caressed Fred’s cock.
“I guess a combination of the two is best,” Cara mused.
Under the table, the girls began to put their theory into practice. One moment, their hands would work in unison, the next they would take it in turns. Cara’s hand would slide over his cock, then Shandy’s, and then they would link fingers to fondle him together.
“If you want to be good at sharing, I think it’s best to get everything out in the open!” Shandy declared.
Under the table the girls worked together to wrestle Fred’s cock free. The pub was filling with the normal mix of Sunday diners: families, couples, groups of friends.
“It’s okay, Fred,” Cara whispered. “No one can see us.”
Just then the waitress came to take their orders, Fred was too flustered to speak, letting Cara order for him.
Now his cock was exposed, the two of them continued with their game of alternating and combining, joining and then splitting up again. One moment their hands were sliding up and down his shaft, one after the other, the next they clenched tight, pumping him mercilessly.
All the while they chattered, about the joys of sharing, where they could walk to, and what they both thought of Fred.
“He is very handsome, don’t you think?” Shandy asked. “I was gutted when you got your claws into him first!”
“You should have said something!” Cara retorted. “I would never have got in your way!”
“Honestly? I think it was love at first sight! From that very first moment I saw him, covered in other women, dancing like he ruled the room, I wanted him. And then he spoke! I mean, who knew an elf could be so sexy?”
“I love it when he gets all ‘manly’ during sex. He’s a bit Jekyll and Hyde in the bedroom… you’ll see.”
Fred’s heart swelled as fast as his cock did. Neither of the girls ever kept up their rhythm long enough for him to come, and when their food arrived, they both stopped playing to eat.
“So, where are we walking to?” He asked, once his voice was back, in between satisfying mouthfuls of gravy-drenched beef.
“Well… I think we’ll follow the path behind the pub to start with, and then go off piste for a bit. Did you know that sex in public is legal here, as long as you can reasonably expect not to get caught?” Cara said, flashing a smile at Fred and Shandy
This world’s obsession with ‘legal’ was quite confusing to Fred.
In his own world there were laws, but enforcement all came down to who did what to whom.
The wealthy had guards who maintained their safety, and the rest of the people could bring their grievances to the nearest land owner, or even the King.
But if a couple were getting busy in the bushes, who was going to go to report that? He pondered a moment.
“So, is it legal to have my cock out at the moment?”
“Absolutely not!” Cara gasped in mock horror. “That would be indecent exposure!”
“If you were caught,” Shandy added.
“So people still do things that are illegal, even though they know what is and isn’t legal?”
“Definitely!”
“Sex in toilets?”
“Illegal!”
“Ah…”
By the time they’d finished eating their main course, Fred was soft enough to tuck himself back away, but as soon as he’d paid and they started to leave, his cock remembered where they were headed.
Out in the fresh air again, the joy he experienced walking in the woods in Hampstead returned, but multiplied by the presence of Cara and Shandy.
They each held one of his arms, but while Cara linked arms with him calmly, Shandy was forever stroking and squeezing.
Where the path was widest, they walked three abreast, but even when they had to walk single file, both of the girls kept some point of contact with him, whether holding his hand, or a gentle hand on his back.