The Jackal Unshackled

Story by StGeorgesHorse on SoFurry

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#35 of Robbin Red

Ok folks. This is the long awaited continuation of the Robbin Red series, with our friend Jon-Tom Merriweather, the Spellsinger. If you'll recall, he got thrown through time back to ancient Egypt, where we find our hero befuddled and bemused.


           Jon-Tom, now firmly entrenched in

his role as Anubis, realized that he had created two solar collectors while

preparing to assist with the fortification of the wall at the Greendowns. If

his magic allowed those items to self charge, then why couldn't he pull that power

from them as he needed? The answer was that he could. So that solved one

problem.

He got thinking of Excalibur. He

had put his power into it, only at that time his power was limited. Now it

wasn't; not in the same way. If he could collect enough power, he might find a

way for them to go back home. But if he did go, what would become of the girl?

She was too young by his standards.

True, he was bringing this up only because he was back on his home planet. But

in a day and age when most of the population didn't live nearly as long as they

did in his day, her age was moot. She was old enough to be fertile and she was

from the royal lineage. Marriages had occurred at more tender years than hers.

So did he, as a god, marry her and

give her a high rank in her own lands, or would he take her with him back to

the other? He smiled knowingly. Sybeele would have a fit. Still, he knew he had

to allow his conscience to be his guide. Until he actually found a way home,

any conjecture along this line was pointless.

Lanana would have proved a fine

partner for the duration here, but now, yet again, he was entangled in the

affairs of someone he should never have even met. He rubbed his head for the

pain his thoughts were giving him. Here he was again, thrown into the past,

living in an age thousands of years before his own birth.

The worst part was, he found

himself sorely tempted by the offer. He had gotten a glimpse of that browned

body. She was a perfect model for the lithe figures that he remembered from his

history classes, painted on the walls of tombs. He had noticed how every female

here was slim, with perfect breasts (either visible through their light cotton

covering or openly exposed) and he found himself growing horny.

If all he cared about was sex, then

he had found nirvana. But he knew very well that there was no mention of any

gods coming down to Egypt in physical form. That would have shown up quite

distinctly in the old texts. Whatever he did here had to be within set

parameters or else he would risk creating a paradox. Sybeele's role in the

world had been minor, and only after his involvement with her had he found how

that role had changed. He would never know if what had happened had created a

change in the time line or was an integral part of it.

As a god, he found he liked it

here. This was a busy place, a lot busier than he would ever imagined from

reading about it in books and seeing photos of the ruins. There was something

going on everywhere he looked, even outside the city. It was days before he was

be able to visit this building site. The king was quite pleased with it, though

he had to admit that he had bitten off more than he could chew. It was a

construction project of immense proportions.

So for now, the major dilemma was

the matter of the marriage. He would take some time to think on it. And while

she seemed to think of the upcoming bedding as a great thing, Jon-Tom was

rather more prosaic about it. He had a lot of commitments still hanging in

place, yet from this perspective, even if the world those commitments were in

was unbelievably far across the cosmos, they were still commitments. He hardly

wanted to tackle another.

After a few weeks of putting things

off, he decided to have a conference with Lanana and Khepri. The latter had

been held content in his forced exile with the feasting he was enjoying in the

mortuary. He sucked the dead bodies dry, leaving a withered husk over bones.

Jon-Tom was glad had had acquiesced to restricting his diet to the deceased, as

with the building project, there were many fatal accidents.

The beetle soon had a following of

adherents, looking to find ways of duplicating his method for, as they saw it,

preserving the bodies. His help had saved them a lot of work in trying to get

them buried before the heat made them putrefy and stink. Being a wizard, he

knew a lot about chemicals, and was soon experimenting with combinations to

give the humans to use after he was gone.

Lanana still had eyes for Jon-Tom,

but had politely bowed out of the way with the introduction of the little human

girl. The ocelot found her to be smart and pretty; for a human. He was of

course presently superior to her in looks with his handsome jackal head. In the

simple skirt of white linen and holding one of the golden staffs, he made quite

the striking figure. Better, she thought, than in his favored black leather pants

and purple cape.

He had dropped those due to the

heat, but he placed them in an ornate wooden chest for safe keeping. Of course,

no one would have the audacity to steal from a god, but still, there was no

point in taking any chances.

She wore something of the same,

reveling in the freedom of having her breasts exposed. Walking down the streets

brought her nothing but stares of wonderment, from men and woman alike. In the

company of him, they were lavished with bows and supplication. She could get

used to this!

But back to the meeting. Jon-Tom

sat down with them for a serious discussion. "I'd like to think that our

presence here was pre-ordained. So far, nothing we have done will have any

negative effect on history, leastwise as I know it. A lot of information from

times like this gets lost or damaged. Therefore, while there may be mention of

us in some papyrus or another, the likelihood of them surviving to my day is

slim. Certainly, I've never heard of anything like this coming to light. "

Khepri, being well fed, was amiable

to the point of being complacent. "I wish to go home human, though I do not

care how that happens. I would be a liar to say I care what happens to your

world, but I have found myself developing a strange liking for your kind. On my

world, any warmlander would kill me before speaking to me, whereas these humans

treat me as if I were a god."

"To them, we are gods." It was

Lanana. "Even I, who have little power of my own, can feel it in their minds as

I walk among them. It wouldn't matter if we had no power whatsoever; they would

do our every bidding. We could rule them without a fight."

Jon-Tom was getting worried. While

the ocelot was good at heart, the thought of having such power had corrupted

better folks than her. "We could. We will not. We must find some way of getting

home."

Khepri shrugged, as much as a

beetle could move its shoulders. "I'm in no rush. I find it entertaining to

give simple chemistry lessons to these beings. Food is plentiful, and I have

not felt so free of worry since I was a grub. Do not misunderstand me; I wish

to go home, but I am content to stay here until you figure out a way of getting

us back."

"Me get us back? It's not that

simple. It was a combination of your spell and the temporal tear I seem to be

part of that has stranded us here."

"You have been through time

before?"

Jon-Tom sighed. This would take a

lot of explaining. He was almost tempted to do a mind-to-mind transfer of the

information, but thought the better of it. Who knows what else might download

into the beetle's head that might cause problems later one.

"I have been sent back in time

three times. Two of those brought me back to my own world. The travel was

supposed to have been only to your time from mine, but the first try threw me

back to the right time, only to my world. The second was in dealing with

another wizard. Again, I went back to my own world. This is the third, and the

farthest stretch of time yet."

"So how did you get back before?"

"By the power of a real goddess."

The beetle made little noises that

meant he was unhappy with that thought. "If what you say is true, then how will

she find us? How did she find you before?"

"By luck mostly, I think. Since she

has no idea I snuck away, nor that I was involved in a battle on the

Greendowns, nor what my form was when all this happened, it may be a good long while

before we're rescued."

Kehpri sighed, a strange sound as

it came from his spiracles. "Then we are doomed to stay here until we die. I

would think, oh master of time and magic, that our presence here would disrupt

your history a great deal."

"Yes, yes it would."

"Then I cannot believe I am saying

this, but perhaps you should transform myself and this other creature to being

human."

"Your idea has merit, but at the

moment, everyone here accepts us as we are. I think leaving our forms alone is

the best bet. I have a weak plan for dealing with this contingency, but it's a

little soon to be worrying about it. And speaking of power, how is yours

holding out?"

The beetle was non-committal. "I do

not use it. so I do not really know. And yours?"

Jon-Tom held up the wands. "I came

equipped with batteries."

The term meant nothing to the

beetle. Batteries weren't something he knew of, though a quick explanation of

the chemistry involved intrigued him. "Hmmm. I might be able to come up with a

weak substitute here with the technology they have. A clay shell, a stick of

carbon, some copper and some vinegar might do the trick."

Jon-Tom nodded and let him head

back of to his underground lair. Whatever batteries he might devise would have

nothing compared to the charge his magically created ones could produce. Of

course, they had a different intended purpose when they were created, which couldn't

possibly have any use here.

Lanana came up to him, her eyes

half lidded, and sat on his lap. "So Jon-Tom, what have you decided about the

girl?"

He sighed. "Nothing. I don't feel

it's right to drag here away from here, nor do I think it's right to marry her

and stay. I have no idea what adding my sperm to the gene pool would do. I

would think it would have some sort of backlash."

She purred in his ear. "Good. While

you decide, you can tend to the needs of your fellow goddess."

He chuckled and pulled her in for a

kiss. "Only because we're away from home will I allow to you still seduce me.

My wives are presently spread across time and space, so not likely to voice and

dissent."

She bit him playfully on the ear.

"Wives? They are lucky females, these wives of yours. How many do you think

still lay claim to you?"

He made a face. "All of them. To

them, it may end up being like I was gone no time at all. I have to make sure I

don't ever forget them, or I'm sure there will be hell to pay."

"Hmmmm. You're an interesting male.

Of course, I knew that a while ago, but you have led an incredible life. I can

see why you catch so many eyes. It has nothing to do with your human looks,

which are less than adequate." She paused to let her jibe sink in. "It has

everything to do with your nature. You are a good man Jon-Tom."

"Thanks. I don't always feel it,

but I try to do my best."

"Your best suits me just fine. Now,

shall you show me how good you can be, or do I need to beg?"

He stood and took her paw. "No need

to beg. I've a need or two myself that's requires attention. Your quarters?"

She smiled. "I believe that will be

fine. You haven't even seen them yet, have you?"

In truth, he had been staying away

until he got his mind straight. It wasn't straight by any means, but he was

feeling better about the possible outcomes. "No I haven't. It's high time you

show me how they have been treating their little kitty goddess." 

She made a half joking meow and

fell in step. The guards along the way did everything in their power to ignore

the couple, but with her flipping her tail along their crotches, they couldn't

help but look.

Inside her room, it was the wonder

of the ages. The king had provided her with everything he thought she needed, right

down to her own group of servants. Jon-Tom had dismissed the idea for any for

himself. The little ocelot was getting the royal treatment while it lasted. The

fact was, she was hardly the needy type, and often sat in engaged conversation

with her waiting ladies. Once they got over the awe of her presence, they fell

into comfortable chatter with her, filling her in on palace details and daily

life outside of the palace.

He figured she would send them away

once they entered, but she glanced at him with a sly smile. "Let them stay.

Show them how gods make love!"

She dropped her skirt to the floor,

where a young girl dashed forward to grab it. He was hardly shy, though nothing

close to being an exhibitionist. Really, what harm could it do? He dropped his

garment and proceeded to fully impress the staff by enlarging his cock to a

size unseen in these parts. The ocelot giggled, knowing full well that he was

just showing off. He was a "god" after all, and from what she had gathered, he

had used this method to deter too much attention in that area a few times in

the past. Looking at it was one thing, but not a single one of these female

wanted to tackle something that now belonged on a horse.

She whispered to him. "Have your

fun. But if you try sticking that in me I'll claw your eyes out, god or no

god!"

He tried to look serious. "A lot of

good that would do you. I would heal right back up again."

She let an audible sigh escape her

lips. "There is nothing I can hold over you, is there?"

"No, not really. As if I would

force myself on you anyway. I thought we would impress the staff by making it

look like you could handle something that enormous. I'll just reduce it as I

push in."

She giggled. "You're a bad boy,

Jon-Tom. But I like the way you think."

She had a wonderfully carved bed, not

the type you might think of in modern terms, but the nicest thing this land had

to offer. It was a linen bag filled with the feathers of hundreds of geese, set

on top of cypress planks, supported by a carved and gilt frame.

The two looked as regal as two gods

could look. And sure enough, the Egyptian women and girls were murmuring

amongst themselves. Apparently they had never considered the sexual aspects of

their god Anubis before. In the old times that was the purpose of the great god

Min.

Lanana lay back on the bed and gave

him her best come hither look. She was stripped naked except for a gold collar,

giving her a most fetching Egyptian goddess look. He was still in his partially

human, partially jackal form. He had on nothing, and would have made an excellent

model for the stone masons when depicting their great god.

He climbed onto the bed with her,

willing it to hold their combined weight. He had always been tall, but he found

it astonishing how much smaller his ancient human counterparts were. Even the

king was barely over five feet, two inches tall. Jon-Tom, if you will recall,

was over six feet tall.

The boards creaked but held. Lanana

smiled at his trepidation. "I threatened to claw your eyes out and you worry

about the bed breaking?"

"I am trying to be a proper guest

here. I don't want to break their nice things!"

"I think that if you did, they

would display it in the public square and say, look! The gods broke this bed!"

She stifled a grin.

"You might be right, Shall we see

if that's the case?"

"Definitely!"

She spread her legs wide and

gripped the sheets. His cock was hard and ready, and still the size of a

horses. He pressed it against her and pushed, at the same time reducing its

size so that she could handle it. To the human servants surrounding the couple,

it looked like she was taking a third her body length in cock. In truth, he was

fitting inside perfectly. Of course, just to be funny, he made sure it was a

nice, tight fit.

She gave him a look that spoke

volumes. Still, she added a few words. "Don't get carried away my wonderful

human. I might like to try out a local or two, and I know they aren't as well

equipped as you are!"

He raised his eyebrows but said

nothing. After all, she was free to do as she pleased. He did wonder, however,

who she might have set her eyes upon. He had been too busy with his own

problems to see what else was going on.

She was as divine as any goddess,

and as sensual a partner in ways he knew had no equal on this world right now.

Hesmetep was a nice girl, cute and well endowed for her age, but he wasn't sure

he wanted to partake of fruit from that tree. Sybeele had been a youngster when

he had first taken her virginity, and he wasn't sure that this little brown

skinned beauty should meet the same fate. It hardly mattered if it was

something she wanted or not.

He might not have a choice, but he

was going to prolong it as long as he could. Besides, his needs were easily

filled by his friend Lanana. He did his best to push the one out of his head,

as he pushed his head into the other.

She was a wonderful creature, this

little ocelot. He wondered if their chance encounter had a deeper meaning, or

if this had already happened in his timeline, thus providing a basis for the

area's religious beliefs. It was so hard to tell.

She read his mind and hushed him. "What

will be will be, and what has happened, has happened. I believe that you over

think things. Enjoy yourself. If the girl wants you, let her have you. Would you

deny your newest wife the joys of your company?"

"Yes I would, if I thought it would

be the better choice."

She shut him up by kissing him. "Fine.

Whatever human. I hope you have no such qualms about me. I want what you've got

and I want it now, without talk and without thought!"

He sighed and complied. There were

times when he nearly strangled his mind with all of the thinking he did. He

concentrated on what he was doing, and to alleviate some of the bother caused

by his mental processes, pushed a little of his power to please into her,

making her gasp.

"No cheating!" she said

reluctantly. "I want you to work at it!"

He took her admonishment to heart. He

was already deep inside her, large enough in circumference to stretch her delicate

tissues to their max. He pulled out, mentally elongating as he did to impress

the locals. A few made gestures of protection, and a few others instinctively

put their hands to their crotches. One of the girls fainted dead away.

Lanana clawed at the covers, her

neck arched back, her ears flat against her head. He smiled and pushed back in

until the added length was halted in its progress. Now he had a good four or

five inches sticking out. He made a note of not pushing it too far and left his

length where it was. It would be good for tickling her cervix. A little flare

to its tip and he was all set.

He pulled back until the newly enlarged

head hit her opening, where it promptly stuck. She opened one eye. "You had

better leave me in one piece! I don't care if you can heal me afterwards."

He leaned down a kissed her nose. "Now

who's thinking too much!"

She bit his nose.

All the while the servants were staring

totally spellbound. It was one thing to watch or participate with another

human, but this was totally off the scale. Many of the females were in complete

awe of both of the gods in their presence. They kept shifting position, trying inconspicuously

to watch the intimate act between their supposed deities. Jon-Tom was purposely

putting on a show for them.

 He grabbed her legs and thrust them forward,

not so much for any need for a particular position, but because it allowed the

others in the room a better view. It soon captured their attention and their

imagination as they watched his extraordinarily long cock moving in and out,

sinking impossibly deep. They had no idea it was merely an elaborate trick of

magic, because to them, magic was something new and foreign. To them, it was

the fantastic power of the gods.

He thought that it might have the

side benefit, if such information made it to Hesmetep, to deter her from

tackling him in the future. He was sure the little princess was well acquainted

with the horses in the royal stable. It was impossible not to have seen a horse

cock, and to then imagine such a thing penetrating her most private parts.

Hopefully, it might scare her enough to dissuade her.

The ocelot had no such misgivings.

Then again, they had already been through a lot together. Jon-Tom reveled in

her supple body, and her sinuous form was a delight to take as his own. And

right now, he was in so snugly that with each push and pull, he could feel the

ridge of her pelvic bone pressing against his cock.

Each move made her squeak, and her

sharp nails were tearing at the white linen. Soon, stray white down escaped in

little puffs as he launched into a series of hammering plunges. On occasion he

would pull back, drawing her body down towards the base of the bed before

resuming his normal thrusts. This pulled her down and away from the head board,

allowing him to get a little wilder without giving her a concussion.

Lanana's throat began emitting a

series of sounds, starting with those squeaks, and rising to groans before

hitting something akin to a muffled yell. She hit her vocal stride when her

orgasm hit, sending her into a paroxysm of fits, shaking her body and the bed

they were on like it was in the throes of an earthquake. She clamped down on

the intrusion inside her with demonic force. In the back of her mind, that

little portion that was still working, she hoped he would drop his size to

something more reasonable.

He didn't. Right now, her cunt

walls had contracted until they fit like an undersized condom. He let her

scream off her pleasure for as long as she needed. When she started on the

downside of rapture, he resumed his plowing, sending her through the roof once

more.

"Stop!" She cried, vainly clawing

at him. "I can't take it anymore!"

He leaned down and whispered to

her. "Really? You keep carrying on like this and you're going to scare the natives!!"

He grabbed the headboard and used

his arms as well as his legs in working her over. The servants were biting

their knuckles, or cowering behinds curtains as he continued to drive into her

body. She had said no cheating, but he pushed in a little extra boost into her

body, sending pins and needles throughout her nervous system. It was enough to temporarily

silence her cries.

He felt that familiar rise in his

body, the one that foretold of the flood soon to burst its banks. With a small

female like the ocelot, he might have held part of it back, but since he wanted

to make an impression, he let it loose in full. Lanana's belly soon bulged from

the load he delivered, and when he finally pulled out of her, his cum spilled

out in a wave and soaked the bed.

He leaned down and kissed her

soundly before rising and standing. He smiled at a few of the ladies in the room,

each who fled to the farthest corners. He felt satisfied in more ways than one,

not the least being that he was likely to be left alone from now on. If only

Hesmetep would get the idea and forego her claim to him as a bedmate.

He doubted she would, but a man

could hope. At this point, all he really wanted to do was go home. It wasn't

that he didn't enjoy his time living in his own history; it was just that, amazingly,

he found that to him, home was his adopted world, not this one. And he missed

it more than he ever thought he could do.