Misadventures of Ganymede Van Helsing - Ch.2
#2 of Misadventures of Ganymede Van Helsing
Chapter 2:
Sometimes They Cum Back...
Kasawan Sitchiwatcha strokes his long double black braids while sitting leaned back in a comfortable wooden chair. His mother stands on the main from floor of a auditorium-like small lecture hall, as a black man dressed in fine English clothing writes on the chalkboard, casually professing names, dates, figures and beliefs, all in fluent German.
The circle of seats surrounding them are filled with Dutch and Austrian collegiates interested in anthropology and cultures. The actual speaker of the house, a German professor, sits on the side whilecompletely enraptured by what's going on.
The black man, Kasawan's step-father, a former slave escaped from America to Canada via the underground railroad as a child, and having grown up with the Natives, not only explains in his Canadian accent every intricate little detail of what the lovely dark skinned First Nations woman is doing, but also translates what she says to him.
They're explaining the role and place of proper functioning and fully organized religion in North America before colonialism, and the place of religious items and elements. Right now, they explain the strict and orderly scriptures, all kept through intense oral historians, of Monotheism and it's clash with Christendom, who the _Sweet Medicinite_s saw as Tritheists. And other things, like "Water Panther," and blah blah blah blah.
Kas stopped paying attention 30 minutes ago.
He hates these lectures. He grew up with his step-father, the only man he's ever known as "dad," while only hearing of his biological father, but never seeing the man. Apparently, the guy was a jerk, like some people in any ethnicity or community on Earth can be. And his mother, with a newborn, moved on to greener and happier pastures. Despite a happy family, Kas got so sick of her telling him in Algonquin: "Why not support your parents as we lecture? Your daddy has a great job lecturing and teaching in the university, and you can become a fine professor in your own right."
((Me? A professor?)) he thinks. ((Shhhit...))
Who in the hell wants to sit here in a stuffy university for an hour, listening to your folks drone on and on and on? About old crap?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't crap. But it was old. But he knew the real reason she was always making him stay in on these lectures. She didn't want him gallivanting around with Ganymede Van Helsing. She wanted him to settle with a decent guy, primarily someone from America or Canada. Become a wife, in the old 2-spirit way. But become a professor too, sort of in a new way. She called Ganymede a spoiled whore.
Mom was wrong... Ganymede wasn't a whore! He's just...well...just....y'know.....uh....mischievous? YES! Mischievous. That's all. Why, he was the son of the one and only Abraham Van Helsing! Greatest specialist in diseases and uncommon sciences in the entire world. Feh, she didn't want Kas involved in exorcising anything either. Unless it involved a paycheck and a heft reputation as a respectable specialist.
"Welllll now, lookee there." his dad claps his hands, "Looks like we ran clear over the half hour mark past the lecture's end time." Mr. Odouquiano smiles in a thick Canadian accent and looks at the hosting professor. "But, I am very very thankful all of you have just been so damned thrilled with the subject matter."
His American way of speaking just seemed so foreign here. But exciting nonetheless.
Mrs. Odouquiano, A.K.A. Matoaka Sitchiwatcha, smiles lovingly, then nods respectfully to the entire auditorium. The students all blink, as if having just had a movie turned off on them in the middle of watching it, then suddenly break into a hearty table thrumming and applause. Kas joyfully takes the cue to stand up and take a bow beside his dad, while whispering in English "Thank heavens. You're both so damn long winded. Euhhh..."
"Real classy there, Kas. _Reeaaalll_classy." Mr. Odouquiano grits through a smile. The Dutch professor, Dr. Sunlittner, applauds joyfully, himself lost in the lecture.
After the classroom had cleared out and the professor pleaded to get them to return every day for the next week, they cleaned up their items and notes quietly. Kas looked at the clock and hurriedly undid his braids before shuffling his long slick black hair up into a bun.
"Where are you hurrying?" his mom says in that usual low, _I-don't-know-what's-going-on_innocent tone. It's a trap, so you feel comfortable enough to spill. She knows. But it's what moms do, isn't it? It means she's about to start some shit.
"Let him go, Matty." mumbles his dad in Algonquin. "You can't keep someone clamped under your arm every day, all day. It's a big beautiful world out there."
"Running off with that stinking little Van Helsing floosie, that's what's going on. Can't fool me."
"Matty, that's not..."
"Didn't you just get sassed? See? See?! That's all the Amsterdam hussy's influence! And where is the mother-figure for that bad seed?"
"Thanks daddy!" Kas says in that sweet little kid voice, making his dad melt like a easily played fiddle. But mom? She was on to him now. So, you know...daddy's "girl." Kinda. He dashed out the room, pretending he didn't hear her yell: "He DIDN'T say you could go! You get back here!!! Damn it, Mwodah, this IS YOUR FAULT!"
"Honey pie, listen, it's no-"
"DON'T YOU "HONEY PIE" ME!"
Kas scurries home to get his smoking blends: American tobacco. Gany had been given a phonograph for his birthday, and honestly, Kas couldn't get enough of it. It seems like brand new media inventions just seem to keep spilling out every year. But a phonograph? That's...that's some wild shit! Why, Kas could just sit there and listen to it ALLLL day. They danced away the night 2 nights ago, and he was aching to do it again. Or maybe, go see the new ape in the zoo. He'd heard of apes, but never seen one. He was dying to see what a "ape" looks like. A real one, not those ink sketches. Were they really 8 foot tall man-eating monsters?
He hurries to the Van Helsing residence and knocked on the thick, wooden door.
Nothing.
He rung the bell.
After a annoying 2 minutes, the door opens to show a sweat-drenched Ganymede Van Helsing in a leotard, like a ballerina without the tutu. His blonde curls hang down in straight, but thick and dense locks draping his caramel neck and face. His one piece is damp, revealing his flat belly and perking nipples.
"Took you long enough." he says in a side-smile, turning around and ballerina-walking on tip-toes back into the house. Kas rolls his eyes and steps inside, closing the door.
"What are you doing?"
"I might be doing something perverse! Don't you see all this perspiration?" he giggles, cartwheeling along as if it's nothing.
"Will you stop that bull's shit and stand still!"
"Bull's shit....? Heehee, you yanks have the most peculiar terminology!"
"Are you dancing? WITHOUT meee?!"
"Nein, not dancing." he flips up to his feet and whips his head, sending his long blonde hair out of his face. "Just doing my exercises. Or else papa will be sooo mad."
"You're obeying your daddy?!" Kas gasps, laying his palm over his friend's sopping-wet forehead, trying to see if he has a fever. "Either you're sick or in a great mood."
He follows Gany downstairs in the house's basement, which has been turned into a massive exercise room. Like something a strong man from 1898 would enjoy. The phonograph loudly blasts a Beethoven tune, perfect for some hard core aggressive exercising.
"You know, war drum music is more aggressive... Better for exercising, dancing, hard-breathing things."
"Maybe over there. But my dear Kasawan, it is ever soooo uncouth. Ew."
"You know, the music from Mali sounds like yankee blues from the delta, right?"
"Pshhh! Yeah, right. Mali has nothing to do with yankee anything. And besides, what'd YOU know about Mali?"
"I've been!" Lying his ass off. But...well...dignity.
Gany hangs upside down from gymnastic rings, his soft and feminine yet hourglass shaped body perfectly balances himself on his own power. He flips and spins in the mid-air, tucked and rolling, until landing perfectly on his feet in a T formation.
Kas smiles, having seen it all before. "No wind or sound this time. You've really improved!" he claps his top four fingers into his pale palm with a light and fast _tappy-tap-tap_applause. Gany relaxes, looking down at his perky chest and jiggling his buds. "Gynomastia...look at it..." he says nonchalantly.
"Gynomuh-what?"
"Gynomastia, male breasts. Comes from a testosterone deficiency, or too much estrogen. But I'm a little weird. I naturally have been just...girly from birth. Like you."
"Go wash! You smell like sweat, Earl Grey tea, and bitchiness."
"UGH! Rude yankee whore."
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Kas dances by himself in the library, as if holding a bigger leading dancer. He imagines a big, strapping buck from maybe Virginia, or Toronto, holding him in a ballroom dance, and saying "You're my girl. You're mine, my beloved. My wife..."
The phonograph sings scratchily. Gany walks in, fiddling with his new set of dry clothes.
"You really are obsessed with that thing, yah?"
"Noo....I just....I appreciate the musical arts is all. You have all these goodies at your disposal, and I wonder, d'you even appreciate them?"
"But of course, my dear Kasawan. I am a lady of refined taste."
"With a penis."
"And more charm and beauty than those vaginal hogs slopping the streets, can you disprove THAT claim?"
"Heheh, I can NOT, my dear Ganymede." Kasawan curtsies in a British fashion with a crossed leg and holding up the ends of his long shirt.
"Well, I've taken upon myself to gather and prepare a bunch of your clothes."
"I thought you said you were taking them to be tailored."
"I did, spared no expense thanks to Mr. Holmwood, Lord of Godalming. But I'm afraid that now, we can no longer socialize pettily, for my carriage awaits! There is a east-heading train to catch."
"WAIT! WHAT?!?!"
"Yah, yah! Look, we made at least $450 worth of goods, and a slowly rising local fame to last week's little exorcism. So why not continue to cash in! Fortune waits for nobody, you must cling upon it, like a cat on zeh canary!"
"WAIT! .............. WHAT?!"
"Look!" Ganymede hands him a torn piece of newspaper before ballerina-ing away back upstairs to get the bags. Kasawan's dark chocolate face goes pale when he looks down at the paper.
[Four disappear inexplicably in Russian Georgia around ancient burial site, including governor's nephew. Governor of the area offers hefty bounty to anyone with clues or connections that may help retrieve nephew and find the cause.]
"THIS IS IN GEORGIA! _ IN RUSSIA! _ ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
"What's wrong with a little travel?"
"A _ LITTLE _?!?!?!"
"I've already written the baron of the area, and he's already paid for train, travel, all expenses met! Can you believe he's THAT desperate?"
"YES! YES, YES, I can believe he's that desperate! What I CAN NOT believe is that _ you _ have the unmitigated gall to j-j-just sign your stupid ass away to go all the way to the Russian empire on a whim! _ WITH YOUR DADDY OUT OF COUNTRY!!! _ An-an-and...all by your damn self?!"
"Ohh, you KNOWWW better than most that I am not that foolhardy, my dear Kasawan..." Gany hoists some heavy things as the sound of him walking while loaded down with items trembles from up the narrow hall of the going-up stairway. "A Dutch young 20-something alone in Russia? Tis not too wise."
"Well, finally. SOME common sense. I had the thought your crazy ass had gone 'n' don-"
"Why else would I sign you up to come along with me?"
"_ WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?! _"
"Yah! Excited?!"
"YOU NAPPY BLONDE BITCH!!!"
"You yankees and that silly euphemistic tongue! Tee hee hee!"
"I....I......I CAN'T JUST WHISK AWAY WITH YOUR DUMB ASS TO RUSSIA!!!!"
"You'll never get anywhere in life saying "can't," my dear squaw."
"MY MOM'S GONNA MURDER ME! AND THEN, MY DAD'S GONNA MURDER ME! AND THEN MY MOM WILL MURDER MY DAD FOR NOT MURDERING ME ENOUGH!!!"
"All this talk of murder and bloodshed...euch." Ganymede comes flying leaping down the long flight of stairs, covered in bags and suitcases, landing silently on the bottom floor like a bag covered ballerina. He then smiles beautifully, before stumbling backwards and landing with a loud *KA-LUMPH!* on his bubbly ass.
"YOWWW!.... still a touch stretchy from the wolf man."
"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?!?!?"
"Yes, and it only impounds upon me just how savage and bloodthirsty the North American lands must be. Heaven's mercy, no wonder the coloreds fled so feverishly, what manner of sane man could ever stand against a gore-infested menagerie of Europeans like that?"
".....................wh............w..._ WHAT? _ ..............I.........I don't know whether to be insulted or complimented...."
"Well, when in doubt, take the more positive choice. Now, I've gone through ALL the trouble to have all your personal effects and such in order..." he dumps a load of cases and bags near Kasawan's feet.
"...and we should probably be getting out soon." A knock on the door heralds the arrival of the carriage, the driver calls through the door for Van Helsing and Sitichiwatcha.
"BUT MY PARENTS!!!"
"It's your own fault, you should've made your vacation preparations earlier today."
"HOW WAS I........BUT YOU JU-...................._ youuuuuuuuuuuu _." Kas's chocolate fingers claw the air around Gany's graceful caramel neck, long white fingernails wanting to dig into the soft hairless flesh. Gany gayly slaps his hands away as if waving off a annoying moth.
"I got you a fresh barber blade as well. Wouldn't want to get stubbly, that's just unladylike."
"I.....WHAT?!?!..........Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
"Yah! M** e!** I am all ze reason for all ze men's lusting rages! Now, come come. We can't tarry!"
"_ I'm not going!!!" _
"Well, do you intend to pay back for the empty seat?"
"My father can affor-"
Gany shows him the bill.
"You...mother fucker."
"Eh...more like son-fucker, actually. Husband fucker? Sadly, yes. ...well, I'm sure I was the best lay of his life, but that's not the matter at hand." He grabs open the door, and a straight carriage driver, shocked at his own gay attraction for who answers the door, takes his hat off and bows.
"Evening, good frau. Er.....I mean........Mei...meister? Meister...."
"Frauleins. Danke."
"Ya....uh, ya, ....we have to go immediately."
"Gut! Kas? Come come!"
"You...y...." Kas struggles to hoist up his bags and wander to carriage, trying to figure what he's going to say to his mom, and just how he'll survive his return home. IF he survives whatever they hell they're off to.
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The train trip was surprisingly fast. Faster than Kas ever expected. Gany seemed rather bored, indulging himself on foreign wines, and....maybe....well....indulging on the step-son of a Dutch worker on the car. The young fellow at a mere 24 years, was easily 6 foot 4 inches tall, and built like a rugby player, strong as a bull, and as gentle as a lamb. Of course, Gany couldn't resist...corrupting such a quiet and studious young man. And while learning of the beauty of South Africa and about the ways of his Boer step-father, Gany decided to teach his newfound friend about...what being deepthroated feels like.
Trying to read your favorite book while your friend bounces up and down in a lap can be kind of...a hinderance to focusing on the pleasures of reading.
When the train stopped in the Russian empire's western border, along the edges of Georgia, Gany stepped out of the bathroom, licking what looked like honey glaze off his lips.
"I told you to leave the sticky buns alone before they make you fat." frowns Kas, awkwarding down the exit ramp.
"Sticky buns? ....ohhhh...yah, yah....STICKY BUNS. Heheheheh...very sweet, salty und sticky...."
"You're incorrigible!"
"I am not! I'm just...LEARNING about other cultures and peoples! I'm becoming WORLDLY. Well traveled and open minded to the world around me..."
As they exit the train and walk along the way, looking for the baron's carriage to pick them up, Kas leans into the long waterfall of blonde curls and whispers into the pretty brown ear. "So, fucking a Boer train chef's step son is becoming educated on a culture? REALLY now...."
"IT IS! I learned new facts..."
"LIKE WHAT?"
"Like.......well.......maybe I like a curved 6 inches better than a straight 10. But see, it's still GROWTH of experience."
"Sweet merciful...." Kas shakes his head.
A gilded and beautiful expensive carriage in the Georgian Russian fashion sat idly as a man held up a sign in German that read Van Helsing & Sitichiwatcha.
"Ah! Our carriage awaits, my dear timid and scary lady..." Gany snickers at how timid and scared Kas is.
"Then let us not tarry, my beloved harlot..." he hisses under his breath.
"What?"
"Nuthin'."
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After a long ride, the two arrived at a magnificent Russian manor, only to be greeted by servants who hurriedly took their bags and whisked them away inside. The lord of the manor was a olive-skinned (greyish-yellow hued) man with thick black eyebrows, curly black and blonde hair, a huge triangular nose, deep green eyes, and a massive greying handlebar mustache.
"He's ethnically Greek!" Gany whispers.
"SHUT _._ _ UP_." Kas elbows him.
The man pours 3 glasses of vodka, smiling gently, and speaking in a Russian-accent choked German.
"The one and only Dr. Van Helsing, killer of the Romanian vampyre count?! I am....I am speechless, and...I......forgive me, I am star struck."
Kas blushes hard, laying his braids down (honestly very attracted to such a strikingly handsome man), but prepares the bad news.
"My dear gracious, most handsome sir..." he bows, preparing.
"Thank you!" Gany breaks in, "...you mean the vampyre Dracula? Who attempted to masquerade and be associated with the great Christian hero, Vlad Tepes? I could never let a fiend like that get away with his deeds, let alone attempt to besmirch a Romanian hero's name."
"OH MY-" Kas looks up.
"This is my beloved good friend, Kasawan Sitchiwatcha! A specialist in exorcisms, mysticism, theological science, as well as the science of the supernatural. Perhaps you may know him better by his American stage name, Quincy Morris. The man who aided in Dracula's slaying?"
"WWWWWAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTT!!!" Kas hisses in a whisper.
"Oh wow...I thought the American had been...eh, slayed himself. It...it is a absolute honor!" the baron hugs Kas hard, kissing each cheek. A light giggle echoes out of the fem, as he pulls his shirt down, trying to hide his now rock hard and bulging 8 inches. He tries to think up a excuse for the big, strong, mature arms of that man to grip him again, and feel those hard masculine lips just...just...just TAKE his face. No, no....NO. MANNERS....MANNERS.
The baron does the same to Ganymede. Gany grabs his face and kisses him hard on the lips with a burning lust. The man's eyes bulge and his thick square handsome eyebrows raise in confusion. When Gany lets him go, he catches his breath, and rubs his ringed hand through his thick curly hair.
"Uhh....uh....Dr. Van Helsing, I..."
"It is a Dutch custom. But mainly among the higher class as a means of showing trust and respect. Also, it is only proper to kiss...the...uh....the NECKS of a visitor. For Americans."
The baron smiles, with a look of embarrassment.
"I am so sorry, I am not used to your western ways, heh..." He lightly kisses the side of Gany's neck, only causing him to flutter his eyelashes and smile at the pleasure. He then grabs the hands of Kas and quickly smooches each side of the dark chocolate colored neck, making the American absolutely melt and embarrasingly gasp loudly with lust.
"Eh...enough with the pleasantries. No disrespect meant." the baron smiles, handing out glasses of vodka. "But...I am...I am rended by grief and worry over my dear nephew. I have beseeched the police, the guard, everyone. And those who would dare search the abandoned kurgans, as few and far between as they are, have turned up nothing. Most refuse even a small fortune just to go looking."
"Kurgans, you say? As in, the ancient burial mounds?"
"Yes. My nephew wished to become a anthropologist and study the very oldest sites in our land. Starting with the most unvisited and completely wilderness area. And...now, he's gone. I would...I'd at least want to know if he was done in by wolves or a bear. SOMETHING. But not even clothing has been found, nothing. I fear he is lost, alone and afraid. I love my boy."
"I'd love him too if looks like you..." Gany whispers.
"Huh? I'm sorry, Dr. Van Helsing, I didn't hear y-"
"Nothing. Ahem!"
"But NOW, with the one and only Dr. Van Helsing, I am sure to see results! I still can't believe the actual Dr. Abraham Van Helsing is standing in my home!"
"I can't either." snides Kas.
"You look so young, I don't think you'd know what it's like to lose a kid."
"I do."
"DON'T." Kas hisses.
"His name's Gabriel Van Helsing."
"Oh?"
"Well, I shouldn't say a actual son. He's a big wer-..er, dog. Heh. But, he thinks he's people."
"....oh."
"Well, strong, strapping...mmm...Sir, if you can show us a map of where your nephew was last sighted, we can head there straight away and get on the case. After something to eat first, of course."
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Early the next morning, the two lovely adventurers don big brimmed Russian hats, warm clothing, and are dropped off on a old abandoned roadside by the baron's carriage. The driver makes a sign of a cross and waves a old, Slavic tribal talisman, before hurrying away as fast as the horses will go.
Kas looks at Gany, expecting him to look back equally uncomfortably. But only sees him look forward with that same dick-suckingshit-eating smile. Gany loads a large pistol, a big American gunfighter's 6 shooter, and then hoists a bag of items before begging Kas to follow.
"Did you bring a weapon?"
"Uhhh. NO."
"You SHOULD have a weapon."
"The only thing I know how to sling is a sewing needle!"
"Well, good." Gany giggles, pulling out a long, heavy silver needle and tossing it backwards. Kas catches it while trying not to drop it. He looks to see old Ice Age cave inscriptions have been carved in it's head.
"WHAT'S THIS!"
"The deadliest thing we got. If you see a pale person who runs along the ground like a spider and snaps their head around 360 degrees like an owl, beware that's a vampyre. They shoot out a long tongue with a barp on the end. So, y'know...stick him with that and it should kill him."
"WHAAAAAT?!"
"Ya. Did you think vampyres were sexy? Heh, nooo. They're like...possessed cocaine fiends. Well, not like we can turn back now. If we do, we'll get lost in the wooded roads by nightfall. Probably killed by a wolf pack. Or a bear. One of 'em. Ooooh! Maybe the wolves will kill us, but then they'll get ran from our carcasses by a bullying bear who will eat us and get blamed for our deaths."
Gany shrugs nonchalantly, flipping his curls and thinking about the absurdity of it all.
"You.....you truly are a foundation for blessing others with confidence and feelings of safety..." -_-
"Ya, ya, I am!" :D
Kas rolls his eyes and blows his long lock of black hair out of his face before they continue down the early morning road. Following the map and using a compass, as well as Gany's excellent trekking skills, they follow through the dense forests and wilds. Kas' frowns and groans, hating anything to do with wilderness, trees, hiking, and sometimes just being outside at all.
"What a house frau..." Gany teases, making Kas blow his breath in disgust.
Finally, on a hill, overlooking a running stream, they come upon a tall pointed miniature hill.
"Ahh HAH!" Gany smiles, stopping and turning left to right in a ballerina stretch.
"Ah hah what? I don't see anything!"
"But of course you don't, my dear Kasawan. Because you're not looking for a Stone Age style burial tomb. A kurgan, to be precise."
"I see nothing here but grass and trees."
"Look in front of you."
Kas sees only a small hill pointing upward.
"Yeah? And?"
"See the little mini-hill? That's a kurgan: a tomb of times long bygone. Named after a tribal nation from ages ago: The Kurgans."
"So, this is where we start?"
"Oh nooo...see, this is a common one. The baron-erection's nephew had go-"
"SHUT UP!"
"I saw the outline in your pants. You want those big Russian arms around you again, don't you?"
"No...........well.....maybe...I don't know! Hee hee!"
"Uhh! Such a tease! Anyway, if my suspicions are correct...then the baron's nephew may have bothered some elfs, or...awoke a pissed off drau-"
"Elves are fairy tales."
"On the contrary, my dear Kasawan. It's properly pronounced elfs , and they are not pointy-eared women as in those new books coming along, no. They are ghostly spirits, and LOOK like ghostly spirits. Some say they are the ancestors who still choose to walk the Earth. Some think they are nature spirits."
"Aren't elv-,er, _ elfs _ I mean, British?"
"They are not relegated to a ethnic group, i.e. the Celts. Names and approaches to that which transpires in our world all go with the religion. And where ever the Druid faith went, so did knowledge of the elf. If Christendom can spread across a ocean, then why couldn't a faith from Celtic lands travel through Europe? The Celts were not the only ethnic group to come Druidism."
".................okay."
"Did I lose you again?"
"NO! ....you just....y'know what? You ramble, you talk too damn much. That's all."
"Ya, ya, ya.....Anyway, religions, like ethnic groups, MOVE. The diaspora of a region or country will almost never remain the same. The form and face of a country or region in 300 BC will NOT be the same in 1300 AD. Except, in rare occurrences. One can not look at the people, culture and place of a nation today, and correctly presume the same ethnic group, culture, and look of that country was the same in it's past."
"What does any of this have to do with finding baron erec-....the baron's nephew?"
"Because we...." Gany kneels down, digging his fingers in the soil and roiling the sandy grit between thumb and pinky, "...we might be looking at a mess born from 3 different religions and 4 different cultures. A whole new kind of monster who's older than either of us can imagine."
"That sounds pretty queer..."
"Not as queer as us, but that is besides the point."
"Quite."
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After trekking for hours, they stop in a dense forest overlooking a silently trickling stream.
"So, I take it someone's to pick us up at the road before nightfall?"
Ganymede kneels over the river on his knees, pouring fresh water over the back of his head, sending his sweaty make-up to fall into the river. Kas stops and feels a strange feeling. He closes his eyes and focuses hard on everything around him, feeling out a odd feeling. It's one of the strange little tricks he learned from that British occultist: how to focus and feel out energy, or that thing normally people would ignore.
"D'you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"Something's kinda.....off."
Gany flips his head back up, flipping his long hair from up hanging down to make a beautiful coca cola commercial arc into the air and fall down his back. Not on purpose, but y'know...heyyy. He closes his eyes, listening. Something he learned from his father, staying in-tune to all the senses, not just the most famous 5.
"Means we're here then. See that hill over there?"
Kas looks out to see nothing but bushes, weeds, grass, and trees.
"I don't see jack shit."
"What is it with you yanks and your feverish fecal fascinations? Anyway, we're at the prime target I suspect."
"Where the nephew disappeared?"
"Nein, we passed that up 20 minutes ago. If you knew the archaeological signs, then you'd see the unnatural pushed stones and this obviously human-placed hill. A most ancient kurgan, no doubt. Written about time of the book of Genesis."
They walk up to the hill, which seems like almost nothing out of the ordinary. Gany pulls and pushes at a bunch of bushes, revealing what looks like a covered up cave entrance.
"Cave men? Neanderthal?" Kas ponders aloud.
"Oh no, this more modern Europeans. Yet, Slavs, specifically. Among the most powerful and legendary tribes of the region: Kurgan."
They bend down and slide into the cave hole to find the inside is slightly roomy. It seems like any other small mine, minus wooden struts. Gany burns on a lamp, illuminating the entire inside with flickering warm light.
"Ohhh sweet Je-"
"SHH!"
Roots and dirt coat the inside, and soil has poured in through the entrance to form a "throw rug" of gravel and debris. But deep, deep inside, fused to the stone through thousands of years of water drips and cold air is bear skulls. Stone or bone axe heads lay in the ground by themselves.
"These were ceremonial weapons..." he hushes, pointing to what looks like an absolutely crude copper sword. As if someone took a huge piece of copper, and banged it out flat into a blade. But with as much care and artistic genius as humanly possible. And it's HUGE. At least 5 feet long.
"That for ceremony? Being so big, it must only be for ritual display, like the giant weapons in Australia."
"Shhhh...." Gany reprimands him, "...no, my dear Kasawan. That was this ol' boy's actual sword. Used from horseback no doubt."
They see stone boot toes laying in the soil.
"Look, those were stone toes for riding shoes. For when on horseback."
"Why the stone toes?"
"So if his feet dragged the ground from horseback, it wouldn't tear the shoes up."
"Ah, I s-..........wait. When his feet DRAGGED THE GROUND?"
"SHHH!"
"Must've been tiny horses..."
Kas looks up to see a large horse skull, big as a mustang's head.
"Horses were normal sized. He wasn't."
They look up to see bear jaw bones hanging from a rotting gigantic hat of leather and wood. As they creep in, Gany hushes and points. Kas looks through the flickering dark to see what look like mummified legs. As he keeps looking, he starts to gasp and cover his mouth. The body of this dried out mummy must be 10 feet tall. Perfectly proportioned. The opened mouth shows double rows of teeth.
"Nephilim?"
"Nooo...nephilim were just rich and powerful "giants" of social and industrial means. Just socially and financially powerful people, "giants" of their societies. Yet this here? This is the actual, literal giant."
"Why are we whispering?"
"Because he should ONLY be a skeleton right now. A incomplete one."
Gany squats low, finding a modern canteen of vodka, and a buried milk pail.
"Bloody fucking fool..." his blue eyes bulge in horror.
"What?"
"We may have to get from here without nary a tarry..."
"W-why?"
"The stupid bastard made a sacrifice." He reaches down to touch the half-buried ceramic bowl. "YOWCH! Sss...." he accidentally nicks himself on a broken shard. Gany's eyes bulge open as he watches a big drop of blood drip from his finger and fall into midair. "NO NO NO NO NO!" he whispers, flashing his other hand forward to catch the blood drop.
He misses.
The drop splatters across the wet, milky soil entombing the empty vodka canteen. Suddenly, Gany grabs Kas' brown wrist and starts hurrying out the cave.
"What?"
"This is a Kurgan giant. He made the spell of the awaken draugr on this guy! I just finished the fucking spell by accident!"
They rush out the cave's small opening.
"Draugr?"
"Asatru religion's "mummy", but they awaken with uber mega strength, speed, stamina, and almost iron hard skin! Lemme explain it in yank for you: they'll fuck up anybody who comes traipsing into their cairn!!"
"What about a cross...or silver?"
"That won't do nothing but make him bored!"
As they rush out the cave, a sound like movement inside stirs.
"You mean he's alive???"
"YUP. His soul somehow loped back into the corpse, and it's restoring itself!"
A deep, angry manly voice filled with heavy bass mutters in a language like something between Russian and Turkish, with a African click said once or twice.
"Oh, great. You woke him up."
"Not like I did it on purpose!"
"First harvests, Gany! First jug of fresh milk from a single cow, first drop of blood from something dripping blood, first brewed brew from any form of alcohol. Trifecta!"
"I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!!!"
The deep voice bellows with rage and the sound of soil and wooden beams creaking and being tossed around fill the evening air.
As they run, the hill's doorway explodes in a tidal wave of soil and sand. Bushes fly into the air, and a half-dried looking mummy, looking more like a pale skinned and dried bog man, storms out. Nude, with odd tattoos down his rib's side, he stands up to a full 10 feet tall. She rolls his shoulders back and wide, cracking his old dried tendons into new furious life. He looks very Slavic in the face, with long white hair down his back and a long white braided mustach that runs down to his pecs. A single cornrow runs down the center of his head, and his eyes glow a bright white. He opens his mouth, filled with double rows of human teeth, and screams his outrage. He has 6 toes one foot, and a tiny scar above his buttocks shows where a tail was as a baby.
"Half angel?"
"Nooo, birth defects! Genetic! Why breeding people until they reach heights like this on average is considered a "aberration." Because it causes genetic problems, pain and misery for the innocent child!"
"Well, that's good and all, but now what? How do you fight a draugr?!?!"
"Oh, well that's simple, MY DEAR KASAWAN! WE JUST NEED ABOUT, oh I dunno, 100 BIG, STRONG WARRIORS. SIMPLE. ESPECIALLY, OUT HERE!"
I can FEEL you!screams the giant in his long gone native language. He hunches over in rage, and over-exaggerates his hands in a Swedish fashion, while making a face-of-irritation in a exaggerated Fulani way. His deep thundering voice bellows through the air, sending birds screaming into the sky. [[_ Two _ of you, THIEVES!!! I feel you, eunuchs! Man, woman, child, I CARE NOT what you are!!! You disrespect me, and the keepsakes of my mothers and their mothers, and I will RIP THEE ASUNDER!!]]
"What's he saying?" whisper-gasps Kas as they hide behind some trees.
"I think he just said "I'm about to stick my foot up your arses and use you two whores as shoes.""
"I'M SERIOUS!"
"Ya? _ Me too! _"
[[EUNUCHS!!! BARREN WIVES!!! WHAT HUSBAND OR FATHER PUTS YOU UP TO THIS?! IS HE AFRAID TO FACE ME?!?! AND SENDS HIS WIVES IN HIS _ STEADDD _?!?!?! ADMIT TO ME, AND I WILL SPARE YOU, and...then...REND HIM BEFORE THINE EYES!! OR ARE YOUR HUSBANDS MEN OF THE SPINELESS SCYTHE?!?!]]
"Whatta we gonna do?!?!"
"I'm _ thinking _...."
"What'd he just say?!"
"Something about....uh....he wants to beat the scheit out of our boyfriends....I think?"
"We don't have boyfriends!"
"Great. Then he'll just, how do you say? "Count Coupe" on us?"
The 10 foot tall draugr, with white greyish skin, and stark blonde and white hair, stands up, sneering his still alive looking face. His glowing eyes burn with fury. He reminds Kas of one of the shockingly well preserved bog bodies from Ireland, but now alive and moving around in rage.
FINE! Then I'll HUNT down you desecrators!!!
"Okay..." Gany drops his bag and begins to jerk and rip at his clothing.
"What are you doing!?!?!"
"I gotta LOOK the part..." he gasps, jerking his undershirt off and tying it around his waist like a long skirt. He then puffs up his coat, and starts furiously braiding his long air into two pigtails. "Little help?" he frowns, nodding his head at Kas while braiding the other side.
"Fine, but I don't get it."
"You better braid me, then undo that fucking bun and do yours just the same!"
"Why!"
"You come out there with a bun, he'll think we're Oiorpata and crush us!"
"Oiorpata??"
"The Amazons, the REAL ones, the ones the Greeks fought!"
"They were real???"
"YES! Oiorpata, the city of Samsun used to be Themyskira, but right now, we need to get together!"
Kas braids the other side of Gany's long, curly blonde hair, and then undoes his disheveled black bun, letting his long thick hair fall down his back, before rapidly braiding it. Gany rips at his inner shirt, tying it around his waist like a dress that falls to his feet.
"Okay, let's go!"
"WHAAAT!!!"
"C'mon!!!"
Gany folds his hands in front of his groin and humbly steps out from the tree, looking down at the ground.
SO....so, there you are. the draugr approaches, nude, with his big buff chest stuck out and his rippling arms folded. He steps within 30 feet of Gany, and hunches a little to get a better look. A eunuch.... he stares at Gany's flat chest and girly-boy looks. A barren woman....speak to me, woman. Why shouldn't I just murder you here?
Gany struggles to think of his Turkish, and what he knows of Russian. And tries to blend them together into some gobble-de-gook. He stands there for about a solid minute, trying to slap a sentence together.
Ganymede stares down at the ground and holds his "skirt" or t-shirt.
I tremble before your might, great giant, o mighty warrior.
But to the Kurgan, it came out as: I shiver(from cold) good(with good feeling), before/to you giant war who causes bullshit.
The draugr raises a eyebrow in confusion.
[[O mighty, great wonderful slayer of the enemies of Kurgan, have mercy upon me, for I was foolish. I am but a eunuch(just a gay man, or instead a castrated straight man), I am just a barren woman (trans m-to-f, fem crossdresser who lives as a woman, or/and just a literally infertile woman) with no husband. Yay, I was told to see the might of the giant warriors, I must come here. I seek to hear, to see, to learn, o mighty lord.]]
The glowing eyes shift a little in a WTF expression. Because what he heard was: [[O great Kurgan slayer of wonderful mighty, mercy is had upon those of the Fools (as in a tribe/clan). I am a eunuch and a barren woman. Husband has no gayness. I, a giant, was told to come to warriors. I hear to seek being able to see and lord-learn (learn like a lord or sub-chieftain).]]
.........okay. Wait.... he frowns, totally lost.
Gany then, turns and hisses for Kas to follow. What looks like the gayest Native squaw ever walks out, trembling hard.
The Kurgan's eyes twitch, seeing the slanted-eyed, black skinned Native fem walk out.
A Siberian? Or a Hun? They who follow T=ngri, the Almighty Creator of All?
Stop! Stop, stop...your accent is of the Scandzan tribes...are you of the tribes from Scandza?
"What'd he say?" Kas whispers.
"He wants to know if we're Goths."
"We're not of the Gothic style..."
"NO! The tribe, ethnic group....you know, Anglos, Dutch, Germans, Austri-"
"SHUT UP AND ANSWER!"
"Hope he doesn't kill us...."
"WHAT?!"
[[You're of the race Scandza language, loyalty to their tribes, and you worship their gods? If so, then that means you are of their race!]]
"How do we beat a draugr???"
"Ummm...well, there's fire, and just getting someone tough enough to outbeat him. Which would be like a guy who can lift a horse. But since we have no Beowulfs here to save us...I have an idea..."
Gany approaches the giant, standing no taller than his groin. He can't help but...enjoy the view of that huge, limp swinging cock. It makes his mouth water. He drops to his knees and bows before the titan who looks down confused.
I pledge myself to thee. he says, but thinks: (( Oh my heavens, I want to bend over right now! )).
Then, you are mine. MY woman. And I will have you, and love you, here and now... the giant gently grabs him by the hand and lifts him to his feet. The massive grey cock throbs to life, pulsing out and upwards into a massive, throbbing girth. It glows with a ghostly light, and the huge balls suddenly swell big and glow themselves. Gany gasps "NO!", but inside secretly squeals Yes! You beast! FUCK me...
The massive grey man, who Gany must admit is incredibly handsome, huge, and strong, slides his soft, warm hands down the small, hourglass body, sending shivers and goosepimples up Gany's back. Inside, he keeps begging for the giant to grab his ass. But he let's loose a "Stop! No...not here...in front of my friend....you'd take me?"
"Oh...I'll look like a whore...your whore." he almost cums in his pants, poking his ass out and letting the huge hands gently hike his skirt up and pull his pants down, revealing the bubbly caramel ass.
"Oh mein master, yessss...I mean, er, NO! NO!"
The hand slaps his ass, making the globes tremble. Gany's small balls shudder between his legs, encouraging his cock doubles in hardness in a second. He can't stop himself from gasping and throwing his head back against the giant's rock hard 6 pack, wishing he'd touch her neck. She wants this legendary giant of incalculable strength to kiss and taste her naked and exposed neck.. to just _ take _ him. Here. In front of Kas. Against his will. Unnhhh...he tries not to splatter in his pants.
The huge draugr drops to one knee, and smells like sweet milk, and Russian pine trees. And testosterone. A ancient, strong warrior's testosterone. A mighty warrior of long bygone days, grabbing his body gently and rolling his huge fingers across his pointed nipples. Gany gasps hard, tearing open his own coat to reveal his naked upper body. He digs his nails into the giant, trying not to premature cum from the huge hand squeezing and ravaging his naked chest. The soft, warm lips kiss and nipple his naked neck, and the other hand takes command of his hips, sliding his pants down and kneeding his ass cheeks like balls of dough. He feels the boiling hot throbbing giant cock head push against his bubbly ass.
[[Beautiful little eunuch, you are my woman now. And I will consumate you here, before all, to show all witnesses, man, spirit, and beast alike, that you are MY wife. As I mount you, and spill my seed into you, you will then become MINE woman. My treasured wife...]]
That did it.
The moment this giant penetrates him slowly and gently, and dominates him before anyone looking, he will then become the giant's woman. His girl. His.....unhhh godszzzzz....
Gany can't take it anymore.
He claws at the giant's hard, tattooed and scar-designed skin, and bites his ear, splurting cum all over the inside of his skirt and down onto his pants pooled around his ankles, like a ocean of sluttiness.
The giant smiles, Doth she spill her nectar so early?
I do.... she gasps back.
The giant's hand rips off her skirt loudly, making her almost scream a gasp of pleasure and joyful unexpectancy. Gany rolls her head back into this hard, strong man and feels the powerful warrior rub and fondle her small cock. Slickening this lovely up with her own cum, the giant lubes her groin up wet and hard again. He then uses her own cum to push his slick fingers up her hole.
"Ohhh gods!!!" she gasps, gritting her teeth and arching her back to push her ass backwards in order to pull more of those huge fingers inside. The giant warriors strong, muscular pale fingers slip between the caramel buttocks and push against the sphincter. The pink hole relaxes and lets those big, masculine dominant fingers push open her door and slide inside, slathering her own cum to prepare for her new master's cock.
UNHHH...godzzzzzzzzz!!!
Gany has never been this hot before. Yeah, she knows this is a undead warrior. Who is thousands of years old. And 10 feet tall. And maybe got back into his old body via some fucked-up Asatru spell, causing him to become a draugr. But damn...he's a 10 foot tall, buff, strong, over confident and dominant titan of a man. Who's about to mount and gently pump Gany in public. Making her his wife and woman.
"SCHEIZENNNNNNRRRRrrrrrrr!!!!!!" Gany's huge plump African lips open to scream through the air. A huge, white, lazy waterfall of cum floods her groin and covers her small little ball bag and inner caramel thighs with a white glaze. The massive warrior's hand, split in a Dr. Spock handshape, holds Gany's tiny girly little cock and cute little ball bag between the two middle finger and the finger next to that, rolling her into ecstacy with a muscular and scarred hand in a V-shape.
He's so fucking huge. And strong. He could snap me in half right now if he wanted to. He's so strong and dominant that there's nothing I could right now if I wanted to. UNHHHGGHHH MAKE ME YOUR WOMAN!!!!!!
"FUCK ME!!!" Ganymede screams. The draugr's eyebrow raises in confusion.
"I don't know what you just said...but I just came twice...and I'm gonna cum again..."
The huge white cock head rising out of the greyish-white foreskin pops inside her anal ring gently.
"GUNNNnnhhhhh yyyaaaaaaaaaaaaa.........." she bites her bottom lip and rolls her ass back, clenching down around his cock. Her insides feel full, with a heavy but pleasant pressure. Like having a big, wide but short plug inside.
"GUH!!! Yesssssssssssss....Moooreeee..."
The giant Kurgan wraps his hands around her naked waist, his big powerful fingers pressed against Gany's weak, small abdominal region. The Kurgan bends his knees, while thrusting in slow and easy.
He holds Gany's hips and pulls her back, helping his monstrous cock slide into it's new home.
"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she locks and tenses hard, blue eyes rolling into her head. Another "white mudslide" or cum glazes her inner thighs. The Kurgan laughs, kissing and licking up the valley between her shoulder blades.
"UNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" Gany screams, cumming harder due to all the sensual overload. He's never been this fucking hot in his life. The thick, long cock keeps filling the inside. It's short, thick, and arches up like a banana. Perfect prostate g-spot banger.
As the greyish-white cock finally sinks it's final inch inside, the big thick white head pushes and rolls against her prostate. The giant stands up to his full, muscular height, lifting Gany off her shoed feet. Now swinging in mid air.
He's holding her up, in a bent over position, feet dangling 3 feet from the ground, and prostate being squeezed like a lemon.
Her entire chin runs with drool like a broken faucet, and her eyes roll into her head. Gany rolls her head in circle, groaning in long, low, beast-like moans of absolute passion. It's a insane pleasure, beyond anything she's ever felt before. So fucking good, feeling SOOO powerless and SOOO safe at the same time. _ UNHHRRRR!!! _
I want to have your baby!!! she screams, shocking herself at what just came out of her mouth. But she doesn't care. She wants him. And she wants him to do this to her forever.
[[That will have to wait. There are magicks where a woman such as you can become able to carry a warrior's child. Perhaps...I will find a way to make it so, and plant my seed in you. Make you mother to my children...]]
Another wide arc of spunk shoots from Gany's little penis, showing she's cumming again. The fact Kas stares in shame for the both of them just turns her on worse. Gany's prostate thunders through her entire taint, sending a feeling like a vibrating storm to thunder from her anus and colon down through her taint, her balls and the entire length of her whole penis, the part that sticks out of her body, and the other half of the penis length inside the body. It's the most brutal orgasm she's ever had in her life, and she never wants it to stop. Drool runs down her caramel chin from her plump big pink lips without one ounce of shame or wanting to hide, as her caramel toes with pink paint clench and lock. Her entire body shudders, and her chocolate nipples protrude out like pen tips. Gany violently shakes her head left to right, sending her long Shirley Temple curls flying around her ahead as her blue eyes roll up into her head. She feels so dominated, so taken, so bitched out. By this huge, powerful warrior. A warrior that even 500 men couldn't stop, and he's making her his. _ UNNNFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! _
The huge giant from bygone times begins to tense up slowly, making his already massive muscles bulge bigger and harder. Gany can't take it, feeling his huge iron thighs bulge and harden beneath her feet planted and clenched on them. A clear arc of spunk dribbles out down her thighs, along her blonde pubes and caramel skin. She throws her back against the massive warrior's rippling body, feeling her dominator's huge swollen chest and iron grip. A real man. A mega man. She slams her head into his chest cumming again. The giant warrior's glowing eyes begin to dim a little, and he starts slowing his thrusts, keeping them deep. He's about to finish.
The giant grunts a long, hard unearthly grunt like a powerful weight lifter hoisting a ton of iron. His glowing eyes dim, and his grip begins to weaken.
WHAT?! he gasps, before spasming again in another cum-less orgasm. His eyes dim even more, and his grip weakens. Gany's eyes begin to glow a unearthly blue, and his bellybutton begins to shine with a supernatural light. The Kurgan grunts a long low orgasm, while trying to scream, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! <strong><em>SUCCUBUS!!!</em></strong> YOU'RE SUCKING ME INSIDE YOU!!!!
Gany cums hard again, making her eyes glow brighter than the draugr's. The giant's eyes snap with light like a lightbulb going out, and the huge mummy goes limp on his feet, before dropping to his knees like a rubbery ragdoll.
Gany's eyes blaze a white-blue, as does his bellybutton, as he screams a hard loud yell as the giant falls on top of him.
"GANY?!?" Kas screams, running to the now limp mummy giant laying in the grass. He struggles to push the giant off, feeling the being get lighter and lighter by the second. A loud, wet mmPOP! sound echoes as the huge grey cock, now limp, pops free from Gany's loose, chocolate-colored anus. Her glowing bellybutton begins to dim down, and her little erection droops now as she gasps hard, long and low.
"ARE YOU HURT?!"
"No...just....just enjoying one last le petite mort...."
"HUMPH!" Kas frowns, as Gany lays in the grass, composing herself. Her ass is limp, sore, and loose as a sock.
And she _ loves _ it.
Her eyes stop glowing and everything seems to return to normal. Kas drops to his knees, trying to lay some tattered clothing over Gany. "What did you do? What just happened?"
"I took him inside of me...LITERALLY." the caramel girly hands rub and pat her belly. "His spirit is trapped inside me, until I release or exorcise him."
"What?"
"When you orgasm, it's not just fluids, you know? There's a bit of energy too. Not bio energy, but the energy generated by your soul shoots a bit out too. For all his draugr invincibility, his spirit was not very strong, meaning he did not seek any form of enlightenment during life. So, all I had to do was clench his shaft with my physical, and lock down on his energy with my spirit's....anus. So to speak."
"Sweet heavens..."
"I learned it from a Succubus."
"WHEN?! HOW?!"
"I'll tell you about....grnnn....later. Help me up..."