Changeling Heartbreaker

Changeling Heartbreaker
By : Dante Mendoza Bisexual pornstar and escort, Trevor Tanner, got more than he bargained for when he accepts a lucative offer from the alluring client Reegan Ambrose. It turns out that Reegan is an immortal sorceress and Demon Killer who is the daughter of the legendary wizard Merlin. Further complicating the situation is the fact that she is cursed as a changeling, a mystical being who can switch genders at will. Called Regan in her male form, Trevor must learn to reconcile his feelings for the two parts of this person just as the couple is embroiled in the middle of a magical conflict involving Demons from Hell, King Arthur's evil son Mordred, and attempting to free Merlin from his enchanted imprisonment.
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Table of Contents
Changeling Heartbreaker Chapter 1 The Client The Agreement The Garage The Healing The Preparation The Gala The Ethery The Flight The Trip The Betrayal The Boat The Prophecy The Cave The Sword The Lovemaking The Treachery The Attack The Prophecy The Darkness The Binding The Return Table of Contents 2
Changeling Heartbreaker The Resolution The End
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Changeling Heartbreaker : Chapter 1

Prologue Long ago when the belief in magic existed, legend tells of the story of the great King Arthur and his mentor, the grand wizard Merlin. With Merlin by his side, King Arthur ruled his kingdom wisely bringing forth honor and respect to both Camelot and England itself. However there were others who wished to dethrone the just monarch. The evil witch Morgan le Fay, Arthur's half sister, plotted to kill the king and take over the reigns of Camelot. Sending their bastard son Mordred to murder Arthur, Morgan succeeded inciting a vengeful war with Merlin. A magical battle ensued leaving both mystical warriors trapped in their respective prisons for centuries. Cursed with immortality by his mother, Mordred vowed to release Morgan le Fay from her cage searching the world for magical artifacts that will break the lock. The only one stopping him is Reagan Ambrose. Merlin's daughter. This is where our new tale begins... East Los Angeles, California Loud, booming bass beats echoed across the night sky. Reagan Ambrose observed the man entering the club. She took in his appearance from the expensive suit that he wore, the white blond hair, blue eyes, and pale, pasty complexion and instantly knew he was out of place among the throngs of Eastside cholos, gangsters, and Latino patrons waiting to get inside the dive bar. Then again, she stuck out like a sore thumb as well. At 5'9, the slender, jade eyed, red haired, fair skinned sorceress zipped up her tight black, leather jacket and adjusted the tiny belt of her black jeans that concealed her dagger. Her weapon of choice that she used many times to annihilate her opponents. The ornate detail of gold hilt connected to a intertwining, mythical serpent in the center as the short silver blade formed the point of the sharp metal. At the edge were engraved her family's given name Pendragon, a title bestowed by the late King Arthur to her father, the grand wizard Merlin. Merlin. A small tear formed at the corner of her eye. How long has it been? She calculated the figures in her head. About five hundred years since the great magical battle that took away her father. The war that raged between Merlin and the evil witch Morgan le Fay that left both combatants forever confined in their mystical penitentiaries. Morgan's soul trapped between the concrete walls of Stonehenge and Merlin's body encased within the willow trees near Glasgow, Scotland. Both of which their offspring have spent centuries searching for the cure to set them free. Now that time has come. The stars have aligned. Reegan had checked every constellation, astrological sign, numerology chart, Mayan and Druid prophecy each of which indicated that the opportunity to free her father would be now. She would discover it before Morgan le Fay's son Mordred beat her to the punch. Accuracy was very important at this time. There should not even be any margin of error if she wanted to break the spell to set Merlin free. She just needed an answer to her ancient riddle and right now the man that would be Changeling Heartbreaker : Chapter 1 4
Changeling Heartbreaker providing that for her was the blond gentleman in the business suit who just got past the bouncer. Rows of lowrider vehicles lined the front of the club as Reegan made her way past the small line of seedy individuals outside. Groups of cholos loitered near the bodyguards throwing up gang signs and smoking up a storm while they wagged their tongues noticing the pretty, red headed, white woman sauntering past them. "Hey gringa!" whistled one gang member. "Choo lost? Well let Perito here cho choo a good time!" He grabbed his crotch beneath his chinos waving it in her direction while his friends cheered him on. Annoyed, Reegan rolled her eyes. Concentrating her focus on the gangster's package, she visualized his manly sack tightening. The inner tubes of the cholo's testes twisting, enlarging, cutting off the circulation and bringing forth a sudden jolt of pain. It took just one second for her hex to work. It did. The man named Perito howled in anguish clutching his privates while his body collapsed on to the concrete sidewalk. "AYE CABRONE! IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS!" Blood soaked his pants spilling into a puddle on to he ground. His homies gathered around him offering assistance before one pointed a finger at Reegan's eyes that had now become completely void of any colored irises. Glowing white pupils stared at the offenders who by now starting shitting in their baggy jeans. "EL DIABLO!" the cholo screamed. "NO! LA LLORONA!" shouted another in reference to the legendary, ghostly Mexican weeping woman. Gathering their fallen friend, the gang members dragged him along down the street bellowing in fear disappearing into the slums from they crawled out from under. The white pupils of her eyes returned to normal showing back the beautiful shade of emerald green before the red headed woman cut to the front of line to enter the joint. Like Moses parting the red sea, none of the patrons including the bouncer, objected as they stepped to the side allowing Reegan to go in without any problem. She made her way past the doorman only to be bombarded by the sounds of a bad remix of house music and mariachi beats. A migraine started throbbing on her forehead. She needed a drink. Ordering a vodka sour at the bar, she left a generous tip for her bartender and scoured the room for her target. Blondie in the business suit had seem to vanish among the crowd of dancers at the club but her intuition told her better. She sipped her glass just as a trio of teenybopper, gangster girls approached her. Releasing a sigh, Reegan prepared herself to hear them bitching. "Choo're not welcome here puta!" the tallest of the three announced. The red headed sorceress took one look at their baggy sweats, plaid shirts, teased hair, and heavy make-up and started to giggle. "What's so funny pendeja?" Swallowing the last bit of vodka, she slammed the glass on the counter. "Shouldn't you girls be home? It's way past your curfew. Let the grown ups play for once." "Shut the fuck up gringa!" shouted the second chola. She dug into the sleeve of her sweatshirt and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. "Here's what we think of white bitches thinking they can do what they fuck they want!" Fist clenched wrapped in the metal rings, she swung toward Reegan's face. The red headed woman did not even bat an eyelash as the little female gangster stopped in mid-punch. In fact, the young chola did not even move. Her feet glued to the spot, she stood frozen with her arm suspended in the Changeling Heartbreaker : Chapter 1 5
Changeling Heartbreaker air with her eyes widened in shock. She was not the only one. Her two friends also found themselves grounded and unable to move. Their eyes lifted up toward Reegan whose green gaze now tranformed into white vacant pupils. All three wanted to scream but discovered that their vocal chords had been silenced. "Mira chicas," said Reegan in Spanish. Living as an immortal provided a vast knowledge of wordly language. "Por favor dejen." Her eyes returned to jade granting the girls mobility once again. Fearful of this strange woman's powers, the trio backed away. "Correle! She's a bruja!" the tall cholo stated. Reegan watch the foolish group push past the crowd of club patrons to a back exit. For the sorceress, it would a shortlived triumph though as he saw the blond businessman come out from the darkness to stalk the three gang members that had just left. Getting off the barstool, she slipped through the same door that led into the alleyway. Darkened shadows and black masses splattered outside across the dimly lit walls in between the two buildings of the club to the next structure across from her. Turning around, she searched for her target. Both the young cholas and the blondie had disappeared leaving a disgruntled Reegan alone to figure out her next strategy. She began walking toward the direction of the path that headed toward the street before loud screams caught her attention. With her adrenaline racing, she sprinted to the source jumping over the numerous cockroaches and other vermin that polluted the dirty alleyway. Cocking her head to the right of a narrow path of enclosured buildings sealed by a chainlink fence, Reegan found the blond businessman she had been hunting. However, the fair haired gentleman did not look anything like himself. In fact, he did not even look human. Patches of blond wisps had now become ashen gray across the balding scalp that riddled with welts and grotesque bumps. The man's face dripped with dead strips of molted flesh now rotted exhibiting the hideousness of a corpse grimaced with a row of jagged gray teeth and souless black eyes. His expensive suit had been torn displaying more of his decomposed hide beneath the layers of tattered clothing as long bony fingers attached with razor sharp talons oozed with dark red liquid from his nails. The beast roared before devouring a morsel of a bloody, beating human heart in his hands ripped from the victim of the tall chola who had accosted Reegan earlier lying lifeless on the ground. Her friends cowered in the corner of the building weeping while the creature making a meal of their amiga chanted Catholic prayers of forgiveness. Relishing in his savagery, he pierced the other female gang member, the one who owned the brass knuckles, with his sharp claws before tearing out her heart, swallowing it whole, and tossing the second body aside. He then started on the last girl curled in a fetal position on the ground. Instantly, Reegan knew it was time to strike. "Hey!" screamed the red headed sorceress. "Ramat! I speak your true name Demon! Face me!" Demons hated being called by their true name due to the fact it reminded them of the shame of being cast down from Heaven when they sided with Satan. This monster named Ramat was no exception. "I...know of you...Reee...gan," the Demon hissed. "We...all do. Daughter of Merlin... You're part of the Fae...The killer of our kind...Lord Mordred...would be please...in capturing you...alive..." "Let the last girl go!" Reegan ordered. "You've consumed two hearts already. You don't need a third! Release that body you've possessed and return to Hell or I shall send you back myself!"
Changeling Heartbreaker The Demon cackled. His long talons grabbed the sobbing chola by the chin and hoisted her up. Tracing a line across the gangster's face, Ramat nicked her cheek before a long forked tongue licked across the frightened woman's neck and mouth. "But she's just...a tasty morsel...I am Ramat...A Demon of Gluttony...Two hearts are never...enough...I want more..." Ramat raised a large claw toward the last victim causing the helpless chola to shriek at the realization of her death. It was now or never. Jumping across the opposite wall of the alley, Reegan's black boots made contact with the bricks allowing her to scale across at lightning speed. Reaching behind her hidden belt loop where her the Pendragon dagger was sheathed, she yanked it out striking the blade at the edge of Ramat's wrist that held the victim into place. Small droplets of acidic blood burned against the stone as Ramat released his grasp on his prisoner dropping the bruised gangster girl on to the ground. The Demon let out an anguished cry holding his damaged wrist as more toxic blood poured from the wound. Reegan did not have time to think as she grabbed the young gangster girl running with her down the path to safety. "Run!" she told the chola. The scared gang member did not argue as the two women raced to the other side of the alley. A large cracking sound like a whip vibrated through the maze as the Demon's tongue shot forward wrapping around Reegan's boot dragging her backward. Falling face forward, the red haired woman dragged her hands across the nearest object to hold her place. It was no use. Ramat intended on bringing her to him. "Keep running!" She told the girl watching her vanish into the night. Seeing the chola safe, the red haired sorceress now felt confident to deal with her assailant and clutched her dagger tight as the monster dragged her through the wet puddles of the alleyway. "Bounty or not...I'm going to kill you...for making me lose my meal..." "Well I'm going to give you Montezuma's Revenge," she snorted. Seeing herself coming closer into the Demon's awaiting claws, Reegan slashed at the tongue entwined around her boot with the dagger. More acidic blood splashed around the concrete burning the mortar and stone as Ramat stumbled back with his mouth full of blackened liquid. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the sorceress thrusted the dagger forward hoping to make contact with the Demon's heart. Ramat anticipated the attack bringing his decayed arm forward to block the assault before letting his other claw to strike Reegan's body sending both her and her weapon flying hard against the metal dumpster. Sharp pain seared across the back of her head, her spine and rib cage. A trickle of blood dropped from her forehead as she tried to fight the pain of her internal injuries. Scrambling to get up, she frantically searched for the dagger on the ground. Unfortunately, Ramat found it first as he kicked the weapon far across the other side of the alleyway out of the female magician's reach. "Time for Plan B then," she said still woozy. The throbbing agony weakened her but she gathered the strength to battle the Ramat. Raising her hand, she focused all energies of the elements. She could feel the power surge through her, form a base at the center point, and mold into one shape. Light glowed from her fingers as she pushed the energy a few times at her target and released. The first strike hit Ramat pushing his decayed form back a few inches. Then another and one more after that. Still the Demon remained unfazed. Reegan gasped at her magic not protecting her as the monster laughed Changeling Heartbreaker : Chapter 1 7
Changeling Heartbreaker opening his clawed fingers to allow a rope of tiny bells to fall from his talons. "Morrigan's Bells," the monster roared. "A deterrent...to all kinds...of Fairy magic... A gift form our Lord Mordred..." Ramat laughed again, tightened a talon claw around the red haired sorceress's neck, and slammed her against the wall. Reegan yelped feeling her already battered body taking another bit abuse at the hands of her enemy. Ripping away the leather jacket and black tank top from her body, the demon killer cringed at being exposed in front of this monster. A long, damaged tongue grazed her naked chest flicking her bare breasts and teasing the pinkness of her areolas before the grotesque creature began to reach for her belt with a talon finger. "I'm going to enjoy...fucking you to death..." Spine chilling laughter caused her skin to develop goosebumps as she glanced down to see the putrid horror of his monstrous erection beneath the shredded suit. Attempting to inhale a breath, the red headed woman found her oxygen being cut off by Ramat's psychotic hands around her throat. Out of options and with no other choice, she closed her eyes to focus. Clear the mind. See the image. It was her. Feminine. Soft. Innocent. Beautiful. Now alter the picture. The long, crimson hair shortening retreating to the base of the scalp creating a simple parting with of hair covering one eye. The face. No longer oval and triangular in shape but now square, boxy with structured cheekbones and a cleft on on the bottom of the chin. Slim shoulders now larger more defined connecting the silk roundness of her breasts which sank down becoming muscular right angles on the chest. Curved hips being replaced with wider, boxy ones as slender limbs grew more toned on both the biceps and thighs while the the forearms and ankles grew small wisps of reddish hair. The tender base of the neck began to protrude as the circular muscle started to show at the same time the sacred opening of her femininity sealed itself replacing it with the long base of a masculine shaft and sack surrounding by a patch of a crimson nest. The picture had now changed. It was still her but different. Deep voice. Handsome. Strong. A warrior. A soldier of superhuman strength. It was now Him. Ramat tightened his hold around the neck of his victim. This new stranger that appeared in front of the Demon had green eyes and red hair similar to the woman he had was in the middle of torturing. Clenched in his hand was a man and he looked pissed. "Where's...Reegan?" asked the Ramat. "Right here asshole!" snapped the shirtless stranger. Pulling his leg up, the red haired man gave a fierce kick to the Demon's eye. Acid blood poured from the wound forcing Ramat to drop his captive. Unable to get his bearings in time, Ramat slashed blindly against at the stranger who dodged the attack before landing a few kicks and punches to the monster's deformed face. Trying to shield himself from the blows, the creature collapsed to the ground but did not take into the consideration the superhuman nature of his enemy. With one swift kick to the Demon's abdomen, Ramat felt himself crashing against the chain linked fence at the back of the alley. Sprawled on the ground in pain, the monster could see his foe coming toward him with the Pendragon dagger in his hand. He would make one last attempt at mercy. "Mercy....mercy...Spare my life and I'll give you anything..." pleaded Ramat.
Changeling Heartbreaker A black leather boot crushed his neck. "Tell me where Mordred is!" The red haired man turned his foot slightly to bruise the windpipe. "He's...he's not here...He's in hiding...and won't come out...until the Demons he's summoning...brings him the key...." "The same key that will free his mother Morgan le Fay?" asked the stranger pressing harder on Ramat's neck. The monster winced at the pain. "Yes...the same key...that will free Merlin as well..." "Where is it?" "It's in Las Vegas with our Demon general...Naih'Sadrak...He has the seer...who guards the key..." "Why were you sent here?" "To...distract you...to keep you busy...so that you won't interfere...with Naih'Sadrak plan to obtain the key from the seer...Galowyn..." Looking the blackened eyes of the Demon, the red headed stranger had difficulty believing him. He released his foot to allow the monster to speak but carefully immobilizing Ramat by bracing his boot on his chest. "What would this Naihs'Hradrak want the key for himself? Aren't Mordred and him working together?" Ramat laughed as small trickle of toxic blood dripped from deformed mouth. "Demons submit to no one...and can never be trusted...The key not only frees the imprisoned by it mystically opens other doors...like the entrance..." "To Hell," the stranger finished his sentence. "If Naih'Shadrak is planning to put Hell on Earth, then..." "The Apocalypse shall happen...The Demons will destroy all of humanity...and take over...as revenge for God banishing the Fallen Angels to Hell...and choosing his precious humans over us..." Ramat cackled. "As you humans would say...you're fucked! Now tell me...who you are..." The red haired man glared at the Demon. "In this masculine form, I am Regan Ambrose. A supernatural warrior." With his strong fingers, he flipped the Pendragon dagger in his hand and plunged the blade into Ramat's heart. An Earth shattering roar shook the alley as a loud black cloud of mist erupted from the monster's body igniting the corpse into a ball of flame before being absorbed into the darkness of the ground beneath. Shirtless and shivering, the stranger slid the dagger in the hidden side pocket of his jeans as he began to walk away from the alley. "I am also the sorceress Reegan Ambrose. Daughter of Merlin. Cursed by Morgan le Fay to share both traits of masculinity and femininity, I can shift between genders. That is why I dubbed myself a changeling. A being who can walk in both guises in order to protect humanity from the evils that plagues them." Changeling Heartbreaker : Chapter 1 9
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Chapter 2: The Client

Reegan's Apartment Malibu, California Fresh from her morning shower, Reegan wrapped her wet hair in a towel and put on her terrycloth bathrobe as she propped her feet of her coffee table. Eating her favorite cereal of sugary goodness, she dug into her bowl and switched on the flatscreen on her remote. Already the local news bombarded the channel with late breaking coverage of two murders in Eastside Los Angeles of two female gang members whose bodies were discovered brutally murdered in an alley last night. The surviving witness informed police that she had seen their attacker but had no recollection of what happened that evening. Reegan smiled at her handy work. Amnesia spells were her specialty which proved to be advantageous in keeping humans in the dark about the existence of magic or Demons. She gulped down her saccharine, sweet breakfast before shutting of the television to go to the bathroom. Opening her robe, she examined herself naked analyzing the cuts and bruises she received while battling the Demon known as Ramat last night. Luckily, the purple markings healed quickly leaving only faint pink blemishes on her skin which was expected to go away in a few hours. Thank goodness for the herbal fruit of a rowan tree which had potent healing affects on a person of Fairy blood. Though she was granted immortality, she was not immune to the weaknesses of the Fae. Contrary to the myth, Fairies were not invulnerable and cannot regenerate themselves without magical help. Fairies can be harmed by other supernatural creatures and can be weakened by iron, an alloy poisonous to all members of the Fairy race. Human weapons proved to futile to the Fae unless manufactured from iron or contained elements of magic but usually harmless against her kind. Finally, when battling another rogue Fae it usually best to kill the opponent by beheading them. Thus preventing the creature from healing themselves through magical means. Thankfully Reegan Ambrose had managed to avoid an evil Fairy throughout the centuries so she never had to put this theory to the test. The phone in her kitchen rang, grabbing her attention as she closed her robe and headed to answer the device. Picked up the line, she was greeted by a familiar voice. "Hello?" "Ree Ree!" squealed an older woman with English accent. "How are you doing?" "Hello Mother," groaned Reegan. "Please don't call me that. It makes me sound like Chihuahua. I'm sorry I haven't called you this week." "You should be," corrected her mother. "I know you've been busy trying to find a way to break the curse to free your father but you could at least call the woman who gave birth to you once in a while." Nancy Ambrose, or Nivian, The Lady of the Lake as she is better known, scolded her offspring from across the sea in downtown London. The famous Fairy and guardian to King Arthur's legendary sword had decided to settle and assimilate into the world of humans after her husband became trapped into a willow tree during the great battle with Morgan le Fay. Concealed among mortals under a human name, Nivian taught her daughter the ways of magic allowing her seek out a cure to break Merlin's imprisonment. Now retired and living as a popular bohemian artist and cafe owner near the bay, Nancy often called her daughter to check up Chapter 2: The Client 11
Changeling Heartbreaker on her progress. "So any luck on finding a way to free your father?" asked Nancy. "The mystical signs this the year we break him out of the pokey!" "You really need to stop watching those prison movies Mother. Yes, I have a lead," answered Reegan. "It turns out a Demon general in Las Vegas has a seer in his mitts that might hold the key to freeing Father. Her name is Galowyn." "Galowyn!" gasped Nancy. "She is well known oracle that is closely related to the Fae goddess Morrigan. She's had a quarter of Fairy blood in her and her visions had been well respected over the centuries." "You should know Mother. You're over a thousand years old," Reegan clucked. "This whole immortality thing is not all it's cracked up to be." "Look honey, I know it sucks!" her mother stated bluntly. "But look at the silver lining. Living forever grants you the chance to experience all the wonderful change that happened in the world like music, art, literature. Take a look at the modern inventions like computers or 4-G I-Phones! I can't live with my Angry Birds app." "And let's not forget global wars, famine, pestilence, and nuclear warfare," the red haired sorceress commented. "Okay, now you're just being bitchy. Let me guess you morphed into your male body recently." Reegan sighed. "Yeah, last night during a battle with a Demon. He had Morrigan's bells that repelled my Fairy magic so I had no other choice but switch to my male self and finish the job of killing him." "Don't be ungrateful sweetie. Morgan le Fay's changeling curse on you was the best thing that happened to you. Regan is your secret weapon. He gives you superhuman strength, speed and agility to protect you in battle should your powers fail. Think of your male self as your ultimate bodyguard. Speaking of which, have you ever did the deed as Regan?" "Mother!" shouted Reegan on the phone. "No! I haven't had sex as a man!" "Not even masturbated? It's okay, I'm your mother. You can tell me. You're talking to a woman who did some heavy partying during the sixties and did some swinging in the seventies. I won't judge honey. I always wanted what it would be like to have sex as a men. So did you? It doesn't matter if was woman or man. Heck, gay sex is hot! Tell your Mother, have you done the horizontal mambo yet?" "Mother!" the red haired sorceress slapped her forehead while on the phone. "No, I haven't done any of those things as a man! Nor do I intend to!" "You're no fun," snorted Nancy. "Did you not get any tips from the Sex and City DVD's I sent you? Reegan, it's time you got laid! Start dating again honey. Put yourself out there..." "Okay that's it Mother," snapped Reegan. "I'm hanging up now." "Reegan, honey! This celibacy thing is overrated. So you lost the love of your life five hundred years ago due to the changeling curse! Get over it! I want you to get back on that horse and ride it until you're sore..."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "I'm hanging up now Mother," the sorceress emphasized. "And for your information, I've been intimate over the centuries as a WOMAN and each time was horrible. I'm going to spend the next few decades abstaining from sex, thank you for very much." "But..." Click. Grasping her robe, Reegan curled up on her couch. She hated to admit it but her mother was right. The sorceress needed to start getting back into the dating pool. Leave it to the Lady of Lake to guilt her back into the singles scene. She tried to reason it out in her mind. Being a changeling and given the ability to switch genders at will would be a fun experience for anyone especially in this new age where everyone embraces pansexuality and this anything goes mentality. Yet, her disastrous intimate encounters in the past have constantly haunted her. Shaking her head, she decided to focus on something else. Pulling her laptop off her coffee table, she placed it on her lap and began typing Naih'Sadrak in the Google search engine. Finding a few names under the title, she came across website about Demon names and learned that this general had been one of Satan's right hand men during the war with Heaven. Now resigned to Hell, Naih'Sadrak began corrupting human bodies by possessing them and killing off the hosts. Over the centuries under the orders of the Demon general, his minions have been sent to Earth to take over the bodies of innocent humans. To combat this, the Catholic Church has sent their best priests to exorcise these Demons and banish them back to Hell. In addition, the site also detailed other human names Naih'Sadrak had been rumored to have used under these guises. Brad. Antonio. Carl. Peter. She cut and pasted these names in the search engine along with the name Galowyn under Las Vegas events. It worked as a listing of sixty links flooded her page. Clicking on the one labeled Senatorial candidate Carl Vaughn fundraiser, she opened up the information to read it. Fundraiser for Republican Nevada Senatorial Candidate Carl Vaughn. Event is by invitation only and will be formal black tie and will be held at the newest hotel on the Las Vegas strip. The Paradise. Carl Vaughn has worked as a White House Aide for former President George W. Bush's term. In addition, he has supported traditional family interest groups and religious activist organizations. His stance on preserving good Christian values has made him a valuable asset for the GOP. Please donate to the our cause by joining us for the gala this weekend. Limit one guest per invite in attendance. All attendees must have an escort. No exceptions. Contact Galowyn Jones for any questions. She read the line again. Limit one guest per invite in attendance. All attendees must have an escort. No exceptions. Attending this gala was one thing but shit she had to bring a date! Damn. She was so close to completing her quest that she sucked up her pride and Googled the adult section of the internet. Intrigued by a link titled Heartbreaker, she clicked on the site which opened up a to a listing of photos of men in various states of undress from being shirtless to being partially naked to being fully frontal on the page. Her eyes darted down scrolling to an attractive gentleman's profile. Reegan clicked on the photograph which displayed the man completely nude fully erect exhibiting his impressive endowments for all the world to see. His body was well tone, muscled, and showcased an impressed six pack that rivaled her own when she became Regan. A tribal tattoo spread across the top of his chest to his right shoulder as he flashed his pearly whites while she read his short bio on the screen.
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Changeling Heartbreaker Name: Trevor Tanner. Occupation: Porn Star/Escort. Age: 26 Hair: Dark Brown. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5'10. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Fees: $400 an hour. $600 a night. $800 a full day. Weekend: $2000. Anything over that is negotiable. About me: I'm your ultimate fantasy. Whatever you want. I'm at your service. The red haired sorceress grinned. A tightness in her groin made her tingle but she struggled with putting away those thoughts. At this moment, her main objective was crashing that gala and she required a date to do just that. This escort will have do. "Trevor Tanner, this is going to be your lucky day." X-Celsior Entertainment San Fernando Valley, California Porn queen Geena Valentine rubbed her wet clit, first moistening the little ticklish ball with her thumb before spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers for the cameraman to see. Lounging on the satin pillow and queen size bed, the sex performer gladly raised her hips for the crew. Titillating her audience is what this industry is all about and she enjoyed arousing the consumers. She was the reigning X-rated superstar and she was going to prove it. Turning a strand of blonde hair from her face, she pushed her enlarged collagen lips to the director while lifting her legs wide open to form a V-shaped formation in the air. "Excellent Geena," complimented the X-rated director Johnny Southland. "Open that pussy wider." The adult film actress obeyed the man. "Good. That's what your fans want to see." "Oooooh..." the sex kitten purred. Pinching her enormous double D's, she played with her fake breasts tantalizing her fans with her uninhibited actions. She turned to the camera. "You like watching me...don't you?" "Beautiful," Johnny called out. "Now bring in the male talent!" Waiting behind the crew, Trevor Tanner stood in his robe slowly jerking himself off hoping to achieve wood. Normally this was never a problem for him but he just did not find his costar remotely appealing. To her fans, Geena Valentine might have been the ultimate sex goddess fantasy but to Trevor the porn queen represented another cookie cutter example of the manufactured plastic Barbie dolls types fresh off the assembly line in the sex industry. His dick finally came to half mast signaling him to go to work. Stripping off his robe, the tanned muscular man climbed on to the bed kneeling between the porn queen's legs. Upon the instruction of Johnny Southland, Trevor pulled Geena's legs up to his chest and placed his large, hard cock against the hairless flesh near her opening. Slapping his meat a few times on her skin, the adult film actress pinched her nipples then looked at him in annoyance. "Hey asshole!" she snapped. "Quit whipping me with your cock. I just got shaved an hour ago and I'm still sensitive! We have to fuck in a few minutes so let's just get through this scene!" "Sorry," Trevor apologized blushing. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off the main star of this film. Geena played with her breasts rotating them counterclockwise at the same time nagging her costar. "You should be! You're lucky I let Johnny hire you for this movie! I hate pretty boys! They always outshine me! Don't fuck with me!" Chapter 2: The Client 14
Changeling Heartbreaker Trevor's cock started to grow limp. Director Johnny Southland noticed this and called him out on it. "Cut!" Johnny yelled. "We got a problem achieving wood here! Trevor, what's a matter? Performance anxiety? You need a minute?" The dark brown haired, blue eyed hunk stroked his dick furiously hoping to achieve an erection. It did not help matters that the pressure was on him. "Sorry Johnny. I guess I do need a minute to get it up." "Shit!" Geena screeched. "I don't have a minute! Johnny, fire this asshole and get the other guy whathisname? Jeremiah Ronald!" "Look I can do this," the young porn performer protested. "I just need a minute." He tugged his shaft even more but no matter how much he jerked off Trevor's dick remained flaccid. Squeezing his shoulder, Johnny Southland sat next to him on the bed. "Sorry buddy but I'm on a tight schedule here. Why don't you leave for the day and I'll see about booking you for future work. I'll even pay you for half of the day's shooting." Trevor sighed. "Thanks. I guess you're right." Slipping on his robe, the gorgeous hunk returned to his dressing room to change. Along the way, he passed a naked Jeremiah Ronald down the hall just as he was walking toward the set. Like the younger performer, the experienced veteran had a cock that could easily be given its own zip code. Big dicks seemed to be a common job qualification for working in porn. The iconic, fat, hairy porn king slapped the depressed performer's back to comfort him. "Don't feel bad Trevor. It happens to the best of us, including me. But if it makes you feel any better, I can't stand that Geena Valentine. She gets off on making her male costars feel inferior. Plus, she fakes all her orgasms. Her screams are so over the top that it pisses the sound guys off and this is even before any guy puts their dick inside her. Tell you what, I'll cum in her eye just for you." Laughter erupted from Trevor. "Thanks Jeremiah but you don't have to do that. I always can count on you to make me feel better." Squeezing the young man tight with his large bear hands, Jeremiah Ronald shook his porn peer with glee. "Buddy, we may fuck for a living but here we're like family! Now I'll talk to you later." Jeremiah disappeared down the hall while Trevor retreated to his privacy of his dressing room. Once inside his manager and pimp Joel Sabatini sat on the lounge chair next to the dresser mirror chatting on his phone. "You want to book Trevor for a private meeting?" Joel wrote down the information on small notepad. "$400 for a private luncheon. No problem. I'll have him ready today." He turned off his cell to talk to his employee who just started to zip up his jeans. "Guess who just booked you an escort job?" Rolling his eyes, Trevor pulled on his shirt as he faced Joel. "I just got fired from this movie. The last thing I want to do right now is escort work." "But Trevor, this one sounds rich." Joel sold the spiel. "They always sound rich." "Yeah but my instincts tell me this one is different. This one is going to be a great moneymaker."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "That's what you said when you convinced me to switch from making gay porn to straight porn. I didn't know that guys paid extremely less than women." "Well I had to do something to make sure you still have a career," Joel pointed out. "You were becoming overexposed. Your gay fans were losing interest in you. Plus the industry was starting to move more toward the barebacking market. I wasn't going to let my star risk his health working with no condoms." "Straight porn is primarily no condoms," commented Trevor. "Even with mandatory testing there is a chance I could catch something. Plus, the guys I worked with in gay porn were a lot nicer and more of turn on than the bitches I'm partnered with now. Let's not forget the lousy pay where my female costars make ten times more money than their male counterparts. It's just not fair." "That's why you have escorting to fall back on," said his manager changing the subject. "Look there is a possibility this job could lead to something lucrative with this client. She is even offering more money than what you usually charge." "Correction, what YOU usually charge," remarked the hunk. "Remember your twenty percent cut per job I book." "True dat," noted Joel. "She sounds like she could be regular client. Think about it Trevor. You wouldn't have to do anymore porn work if a sugar mama is supporting us...I mean you." "Fine," the dark brown haired man clucked his tongue. "Who is the client?" "Her name is Reegan Ambrose and she lives in Malibu," he informed his employee. "She saw your profile on the Heartbreakers site and was interested. She wants to meet you later for lunch." "Okay I'll drive down," Trevor told him. "I could use the time to clear my head..." "FUCKING ASSHOLE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" "What the hell was that?" asked Joel rushing outside of Trevor's dressing room. "YOU CAME IN MY EYE! CALL 911! IT FUCKING HURTS!" A wide grin flashed across Trevor's face. "It sounds like Jeremiah Ronald just did me a favor."
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Reegan's Apartment Malibu, California Trevor parked his car several blocks down the street. His little Honda Civic paled in comparison to the flashy BMW's, Porsches, and Mercedes Benz lined up along the sidewalk close to his client's apartment. Getting out of the passenger seat, he checked to make sure he did not park in a tow away zone before heading up the steps to the gated complex that led up to Reegan Ambrose's residence. Dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a V-neck white tee, and navy blazer the dark brown haired hunk checked his reflection one more time in the window of a parked Jaguar before ringing the buzzer to greet his client. A few seconds later, the gate clicked open providing him entrance as he made his way down the hall to her door. Passing a few tenants along the way, he noticed a few attractive females checking him out boosting his confidence for this meeting. Locating Apartment 319, he knocked on the door. Silent creaking resonated from the doorway as it opened gesturing for him to enter. He wiped his feet on the welcome mat before going inside. Trevor stood in the foyer of the apartment before slowly shutting the door behind him. Looking around the place, he absorbed the atmosphere of the mysterious client that hired him for a few hours. The woman obviously had expensive taste. Priceless artwork from Monet to Pablo Picasso adorned the walls while international sculptures and pottery aligned the various shelves and expensive end tables around the room. The furniture itself could only be described as extravagant from the lambskin couches to the Tiffany lampshades and redwood dining table. Trevor almost did not want touch anything fearing he might something of value. He stood in his spot. "Make yourself at home," called a voice from one of the three bedrooms. "I'll be out in a minute. Lunch will be served outside on the patio. I have beer and wine chilling in the ice bucket. Help yourself." He walked toward the sliding door that led up to the patio. Sure enough, plates and flatware had been set up on the table outside with drinks and glasses prepared. Grabbing a glass, he grabbed some ice cubes from the bucket, opened a Heineken, and poured himself a beer. Taking a seat on a lounge chair nearby, he turned his head to take good look at the amazing view of the ocean in the distance. His client certainly got lucky with this gorgeous landscape. "Sorry to keep you waiting," apologized the mysterious voice. Trevor shifted his eyes to the direction of the sliding glass door and nearly choked on his beer. Reegan Ambrose was simply breathtaking. Carrying a silver tray of food wrapped in tin foil, she placed the dish on the table allowing the escort to fully absorb her appearance. Wearing a sleeveless, blue dress with ruffles that dipped low revealing just a peak of the perfect roundness of her breasts the gigolo almost shot a full wad in his jeans. Bending over to remove the tin foil off the platter, Reegan remained oblivious to the way the escort had been staring at her. Instead, she concentrated on her main entree while Trevor focused his attention to the way her dress hugged her slender hips and complimented the flawless curves of her buttocks. Yet, the most appealing thing about her had been her incredible beauty. Her crimson hair had been raised up and pinned with precision allowing her emerald eyes to be seen as they pierced his soul every time he observed her. Pale creamy skin Chapter 3: The Agreement 18
Changeling Heartbreaker drew him as the dark ruby redness of her lips mesmerized Trevor enticing him to kiss her. He refrained for now. "Hello, you must be Trevor Tanner," she greeted him. "I'm Reegan Ambrose." Extending her hand, the gigolo kissed it. "Please to meet you," he smiled with his blue eyes admiring her. "Though I have to say that the pleasure is all mine." "You certainly are a confident one," Reegan smiled. "Well you did hire an escort for a private lunch," he grinned. She blushed. Her nerves started to get the better of her. "You're right. I mean..." Reegan paused. "You know I forgot the salad." Rushing back into the kitchen, she grabbed the bowl from the fridge and returned to the patio. "I'm not much of a cook so I ordered this about half an hour ago from my favorite restaurant. Hope you like your steaks medium rare." The red haired sorceress explained serving them both the meal. "I'm sure it'll be delicious," Trevor smiled. Her groin tingled when he responded to her that she grabbed her glass of wine nearly washing it down. They ate for ten minutes in silence barely speaking a few words before the gigolo decided to break the ice. "Did you want to continue to more adult activities after lunch?" Reegan coughed up her wine. "Boy, you don't beat around the bush." Wiping her mouth with her napkin, she broke the news to him. "I guess it's time we get down to business." "I've been hoping we would get to that right away," he growled. The sorceress giggled. "I'm sorry Mr. Tanner but I think you've mistaken my intentions on what kind of business I hired you for." Curiosity flashed in his blue eyes. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me Miss Ambrose." "As you can tell from the way I live, I'm a very wealthy woman," she informed him. "I've built my career as an international attache for auctioning meaning I've been educated in the field of history, archeology, and the arts. The company I work for appraises rare treasures such as sculptures, paintings, and even antiques and sells them at various international events for a huge profit. I have contracts with major museums, global governments, and private collectors which has garnered me a handsome fortune throughout my career and has allowed me to live quite comfortably over the years." "Wow! You seem quite young for someone who has accomplished so much," noted Trevor. "Looks can be deceiving Mr. Tanner," she told him. "Just how old do you think I am? Go ahead and humor me." "You can't be more than 21," remarked the escort. "You're sweet," added Reegan. "I'm much older than that but then again a woman never reveals their real age." "Point taken," said Trevor. "So exactly why did you hire me?"
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Changeling Heartbreaker "This weekend in Vegas is a formal GOP fundraising gala for Senatorial candidate Carl Vaughn. My company is one of the sponsors and we will be auctioning off some priceless heirlooms and precious art. The only problem is that Mr. Vaughn is quite traditional and believes no woman should be escorted alone so..." "You need a date to attend this function," Trevor finished her sentence. "I don't get it. You're a beautiful woman. You should have no problem finding a guy to take you out much less be your date for this shindig." Reegan's face started to turn red again. No man has ever called her beautiful for a long time. Truth be told the flattery excited her. "You would think so. Mr. Trevor, I'm ambitious and have worked hard to get where I am today. That means being a ballbuster. Men are intimidated by me so I'm not exactly holding a little black book of names of guys who are willing to date me. That is where you come in." "So you're willing to pay my $4000 fee to spend a weekend in Vegas?" "It's strictly business," she emphasized. "That is why this arrangement will include no sexual contact whatsoever." "No sex? Really?" Trevor glanced at her puzzle. "Shit, I've never been hired by someone without some physical compensation involved. Now this going to be interesting!" "Just to show that I'm serious," stated Reegan. "I'm upping you usual fee to $10,000. This includes leaving for Vegas tomorrow and spending Thursday, Friday, and the weekend in the city. I've booked a hotel suite for us with two separate bedrooms and you're free to come and go as you choose. I'll just need you for Saturday night for the gala. Spending money will be provided as well as plane fare. Your tuxedo rental will be provided by me. Do we have a deal?" "$10,000, are you serious?" inquired the escort. "This is like Pretty Woman where I'm Julia Roberts and you're Richard Gere! Holy shit!" "So do we have a deal then?" "Deal!" "Good," smiled the red headed sorceress. "Now why don't we enjoy this lunch together. I am paying you for it." "Sure," the gigolo agreed. They sat down and ate but one thing still nagged him. Trevor finally posed the question. "So Miss Ambrose, can I call you Reegan?" "Reegan is fine," she answered pushing her fork into her salad. "Since we're business partners I'll refer to you as Trevor then." "Of course," he replied. "As I was saying, why would you agree to not having sex during this arrangement? No offense, I wouldn't mine offering a freebie..." This made the scarlet haired woman laugh. "Awww, you're sweet. To answer your question, it's complicated. I've worked constantly all my life and sex I feel complicates things. I'm not a believer in getting intimate so I practice celibacy and abstinence. I feel sex gets in the way of emotions and I don't want to get attached to anyone especially in the cutthroat career field I'm in. It can be quite...dangerous to be emotionally invested in someone."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "But you have to let yourself get close to someone sometimes," he suggested. "You can't live life without any kind of physical intimacy. You're denying yourself that connection." Her voice began to take a serious tone. "Maybe I am but it's my decision. Look Trevor, if we're going to do business you're going to have to respect the fact that I'm the client and I'm in full control of this arrangement. My choice not to have sex is solely based on my personal choice and not what you or everyone else dictates to me. I would appreciate it if we keep this strictly business. Understand?" "Absolutely," the blue eyed hunk answered meekly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to open up a can a worms." "Since we're being blunt," explained the sorceress. "I performed a background check on you before I decided to accept your profile on Heartbreakers. I know you've been shuffled around foster homes since you were five. You ran away from home when you turned seventeen and found your way to L.A. doing porn and getting involved in prostitution. Am I correct in assuming this?" "How did you..." Trevor began. "Yes, it's true." "Point is Trevor," said Reegan. "I don't judge what you do. Yes, you identify yourself as bisexual and yes you have sex for living. I don't condemn you for it so please respect my choice to remain celibate as it is strictly that. My choice." "Okay you win," he clucked. He finished his salad and beer and proceeded to get up from his chair. Tossing his napkin to the table, he made his way to the door. "I guess our session is over. I'll go home and pack up. What time is the flight tomorrow?" "Eleven o'clock in the afternoon," she told him. He headed for the entrance. "Wait, I still need to pay you for this appointment. I'll get my checkbook." "Keep it," Trevor griped. "It's on the house. Consider it a freebie from the bisexual pornstar escort who was only trying to be a friend! I'll see you tomorrow." He opened the door of her apartment and let himself out. Watching him leave made Reegan feel guilty. She always had habit of speaking too boldly and hurting someone in the process. Then again she has never had anyone she considered a friend to talk to. Something about Trevor made her feel different. Open. Vulnerable. Honest. Connected. Dropping on her couch, she thought again about what he said. Physical intimacy. Her body craved it, wanted it, and but was too scared to go after it. Then she thoughts drifted back to Trevor. He intrigued her especially his blue eyes. Soft, clear pools of indigo that reminded her of water that was lost to her forever. She hoped to find it again someday... Once outside, Trevor's anger seethed. How dare she run a background check on him? Who does she think she is? He got in his car and started the engine. He would show Reegan Ambrose the true meaning of physical intimacy. The woman had been supressing it for far too long. It's time that someone let it out. And he was the man who was going to do it. He always loved a challenge. Las Vegas The Next Day
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Changeling Heartbreaker The flight to Vegas went smoothly. Reegan booked coach seats for the short trip which saved up for the fun filled weekend that Trevor had planned in his head with her. Landing at the McCarran International Airport, the escort waited for his client to rent a car that would take them to their hotel right on the city strip. Instructed by the red haired beauty, the blue eyed hunk waited in front of the passenger pick up with his three pieces of luggage just as Reegan pulled in front sporting a silver convertible Ford Mustang. Tossing his bags to the side right next to her single Louis Vuitton carry-on in the backseat, he jumped in the front just as she sped off down the freeway. Turning his back to the rear of the car, he noticed her one bag and made a comment. "You're only bring one piece of luggage?" he asked. "I only need one bag for the weekend," she answered watching the road. "I don't need that many clothes for this trip." "I see," replied Trevor. The thought intrigued him. "I guess you won't be needed many clothes this weekend at all." Shooting a lascivious look at her, the sorceress glared back at him. "You're quite confident, aren't you Trevor?" she pointed out. "I prefer cocky," he teased. "Then again I'm always up for anything." "I'm sure you are," she snorted. "Remember our agreement. No sex." "Cross my fingers," he answered displaying the gesture in front of her. Somehow she did not believe him. The Mustang peeled into the parking structure of the Grand Simon Hotel where a valet assisted with their vehicle and a bellhop had been waiting to take their bags. After being checked in at the front desk, the hotel employee directed them to their suite located one of the high rise floors of the building. Once inside their room, Trevor's face nearly dropped. Their suite looked like a palace with high end decor, a living room, kitchen, a lavish bathroom, and a jacuzzi. Two bedrooms appeared on opposite ends of each other leaving the gigolo to wonder if he and Reegan would ever take advantage of either chambers. Reegan tipped the bellhop generously allowing some time for the escort to assimilate to this new lifestyle. Grabbing her carry on bag, she opened it up to retrieve a large manila envelope stuffed with contents. She handed it to Trevor. "Here you go," she informed him as he took it from her hand. "This envelope contains everything you'll need for this weekend. $500 in cash if you want to do some gambling. Gift cards totaling up $2000 and a debit card with a spending limit of $5000. Your pin number is the last four digits of your social security." "You got my social security number?" he asked surprised. "Of course," Reegan admitted. "Like I said I performed a thorough background check on you. You're welcome to order room service if you like. Just have the front desk charge it to my card. You're pretty much on your own for the next two days until Saturday. I'll be too preoccupied with work and dealing with art investors and clientele for the gala. Keep yourself busy in the meantime. If you want to bring someone back to your room, please be discreet and Trevor, no wild parties. I have a good relationship with the Grand Simon and would like to continue do so. Any questions?" Chapter 3: The Agreement 22
Changeling Heartbreaker "Yeah, where are you going to sleep?" inquired the dark brown haired hunk. "I'll take the bedroom on the right," the red haired sorceress remarked. "I need to keep my door closed in order to concentrate and conduct business. Please do not disturb me until I come out." She picked up her Louis Vuitton and proceeded to walk to her room. "Anything else?" "Will I get to see you at all before Saturday?" asked the gigolo. "Probably not," she said directly. "Now if you excuse me I have business to attend to." "Oh Reegan?" Trevor called out to her. "Yes?" "Thanks," he responded. Nodding her head, the red headed woman retreated into her room and locked the door. Alone in the huge empty suite, the dark brown haired man unpacked his three pieces of luggage in his room while he dialed his manager and pimp back in Los Angeles. "Hello?" greeted the voice at the other end. "Joel you'll never guess where I am," said Trevor. "Hopefully making the client happy in Vegas," droned Joel Sabatini. "Trevor, it's fucking $10,000 here! Don't fuck it up! Even the other guys on the Heartbreaker site are getting jealous! You're one lucky motherfucker to get a woman like Reegan Ambrose!" "Tell me about it," laughed the escort. "She's even given me spending money!" "Well don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Joel yelled from the speaker of Trevor's cell. "Cash those babies in! You're in Vegas buddy. What goes in Vegas stays in Vegas! Now get off the phone and make Miss Moneybags happy!" "But..." "Do it!" Joel commanded before cutting off the line. Sitting on the softest mattress which he could only guess were Egyptian cotton 500 threadcount, Trevor turned off his phone and stared at his bedroom door. He had a nagging feeling about Reegan Ambrose. She seemed to good to be true so she must be hiding something. Come hell or high water, he was going to find out. Back in her room, Reegan pulled out her laptop out of her designer carry-on. Leave it to the Fairy sorceress to have an enchanted bag that could literally hold its weight in endless storage space. Turning on her computer, she Googled employees working closely with Sentorial Candidate Carl Vaughn and came across a picture of an alluring older woman named Daniella Yarnell. Apparently, this Daniella Yarnell had been Vaughn's aid and was a huge fixture in the Las Vegas nightclub scene as seen in several tabloid snapshots. Concentrating her focus on the online photograph, she analyzed her face particularly Daniella's eyes and saw the through the illusion of deep, black pools in her irises.
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Changeling Heartbreaker Her instincts were right. Daniella Yarnell was a Demon. She plugged her Earth name into the search engine and came up with one single Demon name. Eolhk. Reegan needed answers and Eolhk was the monster to give them to her. She would stalk her, interrogate her, and finally kill her. Taking the Pendragon dagger out of her bag, she pressed the latch that folded up the blade for better concealment. She pulled out a skimpy, red dress from her bag. Tonight was Demon Season and she was hunting Demons.
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That evening... Reegan gathered enough intel about Daniella Yarnell that afternoon to hypothesize her whereabouts. A frequent patron of Club Hazard on the Vegas strip, she decided to try her hand there first before stalking her at the office where she worked at as an aide for Senatorial Candidate Carl Vaughn. Slipping on the sequent, lowcut, backless gown she twirled in the mirror to make sure that her weapon could not be seen. Luckily, the the hem length of her skirt was just right as she placed the Pendragon dagger on the secret holster of the garterbelt on the right side of her thigh. It also helped that the mystical arsenal easily folded up to the size of tiny amulet should she need to draw it out to battle her enemies with it. A woman of her position could never be too careful in these situations. Applying the right amount of cosmetics, she made small ringlets with her curling iron before slipping on her navy blue peacoat to hide her outfit underneath. Reegan hated lying to Trevor about her real occupation but keeping him in the dark allowed him to be safe from her dangerous enemies. Despite the scandalous career path he had chosen for himself, the dark brown haired gentleman had a good heart and proved to be the perfect cover for her mission. She just hoped that he did not get too attached. The man was just too sweet for words and the last thing she needed was a codependent male prostitute tugging at her heels. Cracking her bedroom door just a bit, she noticed that Trevor had left early making this situation easier for her not to explain herself. Heading down to the lobby, she flagged the hotel valet who got her Mustang for her and drove out. Navigating through the streets of the Vegas strip, she finally found Club Hazard and parked her car. Already patrons had been lined outside hoping to get through the velvet rope. Reegan tossed her coat to the backseat of her car and got out. Passing by the long line of impatient club goers, she made her way to the front pissing off a few of the party hoppers as she conversed with the bouncer. "Sorry Miss but these people are going in first," said the burly man. "You got to go to the end of line." He pointed to the edge of the sidewalk where the crowd stretched around the building. "Oh I'm on the VIP list," Reegan purred. Thrusting her cleavage forward, she showed off her amazing assets before focusing her thoughts on the bouncer's mind. It just took one second for the large man to be compelled. He looked down at his list. "Oh yes, you are," the bouncer replied. "It's right here on my sheet. Reegan Ambrose. Sorry about that Miss Ambrose, please come inside." He pulled the door open for her allowing her to pass without complication. "Thank you," she smiled walking in. Club Hazard was packed. Patrons filled every nook and cranny of the establishment from the dance floor, the balcony area, and the VIP lounges that offered complete privacy and bottle service. Loud music reverberated through the club as Reegan made her way down to the bar ignoring the sight of male admirers that kept staring at her risque outfit. Locating a vacant section of the building, she climbed a few steps to a small corner section overlooking the crowd in order to locate her intended target. Chanting a simple spell, her eyes scanned the room directing her energy toward the evil aura of a brown haired female dancing on the floor with a petite blonde partner. Immediately the red headed sorceress identified her. Daniella Yarnell in her human form. Eolhk in her real Demon guise.
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Changeling Heartbreaker Watching from afar, Reegan observed the two women groping each other on the dance floor. Smooth hands caressed the small shoulders of the blonde caressing her pale skin covered up by the small halter top she had been wearing. Daniella sauntered behind her dance partner pushed hands around her waist while planting a kiss around the nape of her neck. Male patrons did a complete one eighty cracking their heads to the center of the floor while the two female lovers fondled, touched, and kissed each other in front of everyone with wild abandonment. Both women gave the clubgoers a good show before stopping their PDA and opted to take their activities elsewhere. Holding the blonde woman's hand, Reegan watched Daniella drag her partner to the entrance convincing the sorceress to follow the duo outside. Outside of the club, Trevor ducked in between a row of parked cars from across the way. He had been trailing Reegan ever since he waited for her to leave the hotel lobby. The escort knew something did not seem right when she left their suite dressed in an peacoat in the middle of the night. Flagging a cab in front of Hotel Simon, he had the taxi driver follow her rented Mustang to Club Hazard where he waited patiently for her to exit. Sure enough, his intuition paid off. Two amorous women, one with brown hair and the other with blonde hair, made out in front of the club as they laughed and happily performed a show in front of the other patrons. Stumbling along the sidewalk, he watched the females walk up the stairs to the six level parking structure assuming they were looking for their car. A minute later, Reegan rushed out wearing an outfit that only be described as Jersey Shore meets Hollywood hooker and sprinted after the two females. Trevor's groin hardened in appreciation of her attire but managed to hold his composure as he noticed the red headed woman climb up the same steps to the parking level. He went after her. Echoes of giggles and clicking high heels on the concrete pavement vibrated through the fifth floor of the parking lot. Daniella Yarnell touched her date's face before pressing her lips to the pretty blonde's mouth. Tongues connected teasing her teeth and lips as the older woman shoved the eager female in the corner where a old Buick had been parked. Looking around, she realized that the garage had been deserted granting them a private opportunity. "Have you ever fucked outdoors?" asked the brown haired woman. "Plenty of times but I've never done it in a parking lot before," grinned the blonde. "Well let this be your first time," replied Daniella. Pushing the petite female against the hood of the Buick, she shoved the small halter top up to reveal her tiny breasts and pink nipples. Suckling each small areola, she flicked her tongue back and forth causing her partner to groan in excitement. "Mmmmm...eat my pussy lover," the blonde ordered. Eager to please, Daniella helped her lover out of her high heels before unzipping her skinny jeans and sliding them off her legs. Next came the thong, the petite woman had been wearing, which the older woman tore with her teeth tossing them to the side leaving her tiny partner's pink opening exposed and ready to be devoured. With her yellow hair spread against the hood of the car, the blonde woman placed her legs on Daniella's shoulders at the same time the older woman lowered herself down to taste a sample of her sweet treasure. Beginning with folds of her entrance, Daniella parted the velvet flesh with her mouth drinking in the secret nectar of honey that her blonde lover kept secreting. Her long tongue darted in and out of the petite female's Chapter 4: The Garage 26
Changeling Heartbreaker opening causing to buck her hips in appreciation as she grinded her pussy into Daniella's hungry mouth. Playing with the tendrils of the older woman's brown hair, the tiny blonde screamed in pleasure each time her lover entered and withdrew from her with that marvelous tongue while teasing her clit at the same time. "Yes....mmmm...yes...like that..." the petite blonde moaned. "Don't...stop...." Daniella refused to. Releasing her mouth, she used her two fingers to rotate her lover's clit while inserting a thumb inside her entrance. The sensation of both sent a jolt through her body causing her to grab Daniella's wrist. White heat shot through her body as she felt her climax building. The older woman brought her mouth forward to finish the job." "Yes...eat me!" her lover declared. "AAAAAHHHH!" Liquid silver gushed out from her opening allowing the older woman to sip ever last drop. Once the last droplet had emptied out of her, the petite blonde laid against the hood of the car completely in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "That was wonderful." A guttural growl escaped the older woman's lips. Daniella raised her head from the tiny woman's crotch to reveal decayed lips, melted flesh, and big, black dark eyes. The blonde woman screamed. Yet her cries proved useless as long, sharp talon fingers wrapped around her neck and lifted her off the hood of the vehicle. The monstrous Demon roared holding her prey as she brought the struggling female to her face. "Thank you...for being quite fun..." she hissed. "Now your youth and beauty...would be a fitting meal for me..." Screams tried to come out of the petite woman's mouth but nothing came out. Instead, dark mist poured out of the blonde's lips and entered the Demon's rotted teeth. Wrinkles began forming around the small female's face as her skin slowly started to decompose leaving nothing but a decayed husk of bones and flesh. Tossing the corpse aside, the female Demon laughed as she stood admiring her handywork. "Eolke!" The creature was pissed. "Who dares...to call me by my...real name? Show yourself..." Reegan stood in her shiny, skimpy, scarlet dress. Pulling the small weapon from the holster of her garter, she pressed the latch transforming it into the Pendragon dagger. She flashed it toward the Demon. "I did bitch!" She shouted. "Let me guess. You're a Demon of Pride. You feed on the youth and beauty of your victims. Figures since you enjoy putting a little girl on girl show for everyone to see." "Demon killer..." whispered the creature. She raised her long talons in defense. "We heard...you were coming... General Niah'Shadrak will be please...when I bring your body in..." "What about Mordred?" asked Reegan. "He summoned you. I heard he wants me alive." "Yesss..." stated the Demon. "He needs you...to break the curse...to free his mother Morgan Le Fay... He believes...General Niah'Shadrak sides with him...but he will betray him to bring Armageddon to this world...Demons shall rule over humans once more!" "What about the key?" inquired the sorceress. "The General has the seer Galowyn. What does he intend to do with her?" "Sacrifice...the key and all prophecies...be fulfilled...but yours won't..." Chapter 4: The Garage 27
Changeling Heartbreaker Talons raised, the Demon known as Eolhk leaped in toward Reegan. The red haired sorceress managed to evade her as she dropped and did a forward somersault to avoid being hit. With the Pendragon dagger in her hand, she slashed at monster's side making contact against her decayed skin as acidic blood secreted from the wound. Eolhk howled in pain clutching her side as she roared at Reegan on the opposite end of the parking garage. "I'll kill you...Demon Killer..." The Demon meant it as it leaped again narrowly missing her as she ducked and rolled in between the monster's legs on to the other side of her opponent. With the Pendragon dagger in her hand, she knew it was time to finish this. The Demon slashed again with both claws which Reegan easily dodged. Raising her hand, she concentrated on the light inside her, letting her eyes turn a ghostly white before flashing a blinding flash that pushed an invisible shield back at the monster. Thankfully, the creature had not brought anything to repel her magic which gave the sorceress a the homefield advantage. Another talon slash struck toward her forcing the woman to perform a backward flip that she miscalculated and landed on her back. However, she did not rest on her laurels for long. Spinning on to her back, she shot forward clutching her weapon as she raced toward the Demon ready to plunge the blade into its evil heart. However a figure in the middle of her path stopped her. "Reegan! Look out!" Trevor shouted holding a fire extinguisher in his hand. He sprayed at the Demon causing a mist of white foam to spread disorienting everyone in the lot. "Trevor! What the hell are you doing here..." She started to scold him but got interrupted when something large knocked them both back. Reegan's body flew against the hood of a nearby parked car causing her to land hard on the concrete ground. Small drops of blood dripped from the cut of her eyebrow as she tried to stand up and grab her weapon. Unfortunately, she had dropped it in the distance behind the creature while Trevor remained dazed next it. Eolhk angrily growled. With all her strength, the Demon picked up a parked motorcycle nearby and flung it toward Reegan. The vehicle made contact next to car that she had been trapped against as the horrible sounds of ripping metal and broken glass crushing her rang inside her ears. "Reegan!" screamed Trevor watching the debris smash the woman. His voice quickly got off as his something large grabbed his throat and lifted him in the air. Gazing in fear at the monster squeezing his neck, the thing cackled as it stared at him. "You're young and pretty..." the Demon grimaced. "I'll enjoy...consuming you..." Trevor felt his mouth being forced open as he watched in horror a black mist escaping his lips and enter into the creature's decayed opening. He felt his body weaken, his breath leaving him as he slowly started to succumb to the darkness. "Hey Eolhk! Get your own gigolo!" Eolhk turned her head toward the direction of the crushed cars. A shattered mass of metal was pushed back as a red headed male climbed out of the wreckage wearing a shredded sequent, scarlet dress and rippled black stockings. A small cut appeared on his eyebrow as he picked up a broken car door and lifted it over his head. "Who the fuck are you..." Chapter 4: The Garage 28
Changeling Heartbreaker "Regan, the Changeling!" he stated. With superhuman strength he threw the car door at the Demon forcing her to release Trevor from her grip and sent her crashing against a large truck. Through blurry eyes, the escort coughed for oxygen as he watched the strange male savior in Reegan's dress battling the monster that tried to kill him. He watched his rescuer dart toward the Demon pummeling the creature with a wave of punches and kicks spilling a wave of toxic blood on to the concrete floor. Bewildered from the beatings, Eolhk attempted to get up before the stranger suckerpunched the Demon in the abdomen with such force that she crashed through the passenger side of a Lexus in the garage. Enraged at her attacker, the Demon roared with such ferocity that she came charging at Regan at full force. The male part of the sorceress did not anticipate her movements as he was helping Trevor do his feet before the monster laid a deep slash against the back of the red headed man's bare skin. He fell backward letting go of the escort's hand at the precise moment the agony began. Crying out in pain, Regan felt the searing heat burning his flesh with his body starting to buckle and give way. A wave of nausea overtook him making him dizzy as he looked down at his naked chest and saw a row of crimson lines almost like spiderwebs spread across his body. Then he collapsed. Wicked laughter echoed in the parking structure forcing the helpless Regan to stare in the black eyes of his opponent unable to do anything. Rapid breaths came from his mouth as the creature raised her talons to display his blood soaked on her sharp nails. "Like my manicure..." teased Eolhk. "My nail polish is made from iron...venomous and deadly to anyone with fairy blood...Now prepare to die...Demon Killer..." For the first time Regan felt the fear in his blood and prepared for the worst. Saying a scared prayer of the Fae, he prepared for his demise the same time the Demon's sharp claw quickly lowered to finish him off. Then stopped. Angry screams came from the creature as Regan looked through his blurred vision a dark haired, blue eyed man jumping on her back stabbing her with a familiar weapon of choice. The Pendragon dagger. Trevor Tanner gripped the decayed tendrils of the monster who kept spilling droplets of acidic blood that burned through the concrete each time he stabbed the Demon in a sensitive area with the mystical blade. Like a wild stallion, Eolhk tried to throw her attacker off who managed to whip his body around to the front of her and plunge the knife into her evil heart. Lodged with the knife in her weak spot, the monster bellowed with rage shaking the ground of the parking garage. Eolkh's body spasmed forming a black cloudy mass that erupted from her decaying mouth that surrounded her before dissipating into the ground. Flames arose around the rotted hide transforming the husk of Daniella Yarnell into nothing but charred ash. Trevor backed away for a bit before picking up the Pendragon dagger that laid warm in the crumbled soot. Withdrawing it from the burnt body, he focused his attention to the red headed man in a dress that had been wounded. The only problem was that the gentleman disappeared and in his place lying sprawled on to the ground was a female Reegan in the same tattered dress and sporting a deep bloody wound on her back. Removing his jacket to cover her, he picked her up and carried her to safety. "Reegan?" the escort examined her. "You're hurt bad. I need to get you to a hospital!" "No hospital...Trevor" whispered Reegan coming in and out of consciousness. "Quick...take me back to the hotel...to heal..."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "No Reegan," he protested. "You need a doctor." "Trevor, trust me...please," she pleaded. He took one look at her green eyes and knew he could not refuse her. Carrying out of the parking garage, he flagged a cab on the street and the two drove back to their hotel suite. Trevor knew this would not be an ordinary business arrangement.
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Hotel Grand Simon The wound on Reegan's back had worsened spreading like tendrils across her chest and her shoulders. Red lines similar to thorns appeared on her skin making a cause for concern for the dark brown haired escort who had no clue to what was really happening to his companion. Gently setting the scarlet haired beauty on the sofa of their hotel suite, Trevor removed her torn dress leaving the sorceress topless except for the lacy underwear and shredded garter belt stockings. Being a typical male he stole a peek at her perfectly round breasts and pink nipples and felt guilty that he had been having naughty thoughts about her at that moment. For Reegan, her body racked with so much pain that she remained oblivious to Trevor's admiration of her physicality. "Trevor...get me my luggage...my bag in my room please..." she ordered him. Weak from the iron poison in her veins, she raised an arm then let it fall back on to the couch. Confused and frightened for her the gigolo grabbed her Louis Vuitton bag, which strangely seemed light, and the comforter from her bed returning with both items to the living room. Covering her nude form with the bedding, he opened the satchel to discover it empty. "There's nothing in here," he noted. "Reach down...and think about a flask...," directed Reegan. "Find it...it's there." Her eyes began to close. He went over to her and started to shake her. "Reegan? Reegan, wake up!" She did not respond. With what little faith he had, he rushed into her empty bag and reached in. Surprisingly his hand went entirely inside the bottom as did his arm as he felt around the luggage exploring such items as clothing, cosmetics, and a flat metallic cylinder that sounded like it contained liquid inside. He pulled it out. Sure enough, it was a flask but none of any he had seen before. Ancient Celtic symbols engraved the silver object to which Trevor quickly unscrewed the cap. Propping the unconscious woman's head on the couch, he placed the flask to her lips instructing her to drink. Small droplets touched her lips with sounds of the scarlet haired female gulping a few bits of the liquid. Trevor watched in wonder the spider web wound retreating back returning her skin to its original hue of ivory before the entire bloody gash on her back healed leaving only a faint pink mark that appeared to be fading away. Reegan retreated her lips from the container allowing Trevor's strong arms to support her around her waist. Emerald eyes looked up at him in appreciation. She would need a few hours to fully recover which her paid escort did not seem to mind. Slowly raising a hand to touch his cheek, she did it both as a playful gesture and because she wanted to. The blue eyed gentleman smiled down knowing she would be okay. "Hey stranger," he smiled. "I need to sleep," she told him. "Can you do me a favor?" "Of course," "Can you please hold me tonight?" she asked. Chapter 5: The Healing 31
Changeling Heartbreaker He nodded. Tired and weary, she slept letting the dreams finally take her. 15 Century A.D. She finally found the mammoth root. The trek into the deep forest near King Arthur's castle had not been a total waste. Reegan knelt down, clipped a few leaves of the plant, and pulled up the ground to harness the rest of the ingredients needed to make a healing potion for the castle knights plagued by an upset stomach. If truth be told, the blame should directed toward the cooks whose lack of culinary experience is the cause for many of the soldiers regurgitating their dinner. King Arthur needed to replace the staff if he was not loyal to them. Pulling up the long skirt of her green gown, she tried to not get the hem dirty. The King was planning on throwing a banquet in honor of her father this evening in gratitude in aiding him against the war with the Vikings. Merlin's spells proved advantageous on the battlefield and Reegan appreciated his ability to use his gifts to help the people of England. A rustle among the trees made her alert. She reached into the belt where dagger had been kept and withdrew. Scanning through the foliage, she saw nothing but her instincts informed her otherwise. A possible bandit or even a Viking assassin could be spying on her. Well, she would not be a victim in her enemy's game. "Show yourself!" she demanded. "Be aware that I am a grand wizard's daughter. If you wish to harm me, be warned. I'm not a meek little woman!" "You certainly are not," guffawed a tall figure entering from the brush. The red haired woman glanced at the man in armor with piercing blue eyes that reminded her of the deepest lakes and squealed. Reegan rushed to the man embracing him as their lips met with eternal devotion. Arms wrapped around her not wanting to let go once her mouth withdrew from his to stare into the chiseled face and soak in his long, dark hair and beard. "Zachariahs!" she smiled. "When did you return? We heard the war with the Vikings in Scotland still raged on." "We allied with the Scots and were able to squelch many of the Viking camps," the knight explained. "It still continues but the general has sent me a reprieve to meet with the king for our next strategy. I must return at the end of the week. In the meantime..." He picked her up and twirled her around the woods. Zachariahs had missed her terribly and absorbed her appearance. Creamy pale skin and jade green eyes combined with the her long flaming red hair made him submit to her. Crushing his mouth on hers, he did not release her. "Reegan," he whispered. "Do you love me?" "Zachariahs, how can you ask me of such of thing?" she replied. "You know my heart better than anyone. I do love you with ever soul and fiber of my being." "Then marry me," he said directly. "I shall ask Merlin for your hand. Surely, he would not refuse our union. I have proven myself to be a honorable soldier as one of King Arthur's knights. Your father would be please to have someone worthy of his daughter." "Zachariahs, you know my heart but Father still thinks of me as a child," Reegan responded. "I am one and twenty and he guards me as his most treasured possession. He may not grant us the permission to wed. He Chapter 5: The Healing 32
Changeling Heartbreaker foresees an even greater destiny for me though I do not know what." The knight sighed. "Perhaps I shall have to change his mind. Prove myself to him worthy of his daughter. Yet first please see me tonight after the banquet. Can you steal away?" "I will try," the red haired woman promised. "Father shall be busy with the festivities especially when it is done in his honor. I might be able to. Meet me on the far end of wood where cottage lies by lake just a short distance from here. I shall meet you there." Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed it softly. "I shall be waiting, my Lady. Before I part, please tell me again the words I wish to hear." "I love you," she answered. "Forever and eternity." Touching her lips to him once more, she sadly watch her suitor disappear into the forest. Her thoughts remained with him. She would not forget him dreaming of his eyes. Blue eyes so crystal and clear like the deepest lakes... Blue eyes glanced down at her. This time belonging to a handsome man with dark brown hair wearing a t-shirt and jeans and holding a cup. "Tea?" Trevor offered to her as she raised her body up on the sofa. Looking down she noticed her top form covered by a large comforter of her bed while her lower laid half exposed showing her lacy underwear and torn garterbelt stockings. She quickly tucked herself in. "Good. You're awake." "How long have I been out?" she asked sweeping a strand of red hair from her face. She grabbed the cup and sipped. "Eight hours," he said. "You kept muttering something in your sleep. A name I think. Zachariahs? Who's that?" "Nobody important," Reegan shook her head. Her worst fear became realized. Trevor had seen everything. Demons. The fighting. Her turning into a Regan. Swallowing a gulp, she directed her attention to the escort. "I guess you have questions." "Well gee, let's see where to begin," he commented in annoyance. "Let's start with with what the hell are you? I just saw some monster looking thing attack me and then saw you fighting it. Then I you turned into a dude. Care to explain?" Setting the teacup on the coffee table, she dropped the comforter revealing her beautiful assets before heading to the bathroom to grab a large hotel robe. After slipping it on, she returned to the living room to face Trevor. "Well I'm waiting." Inhaling a breath she began. "Okay, I'll tell you everything but first you can't freak out and try to listen with an open mind." The gigolo grimaced. "Lady, I have sex for living. I'm open for just about anything." Chapter 5: The Healing 33
Changeling Heartbreaker "Here goes," she said. "Do you believe in magic?" "Isn't that a song?" he kidded. "Trevor, be serious for one minute," pleaded Reegan. "I'm trying to level with you. He apologized allowing her to continue. "Magic does exist," she informed him. "It's just kept secret in this world because no believes in it. I should know because I'm sorceress and I'm immortal. I'm over five hundred years old." "Well you look good for someone over 500," he giggled. "What's your secret? Skin creams? Botox? Plastic surgery?" "Trevor, focus!" She snapped. The man shut his trap. "Have you ever heard of King Arthur and Camelot?" "You mean like Knights of the Round Table?" his eyes widened. "Excalibur and all that stuff? I use to watch all those cartoons about it as a kid!" "Well Camelot is not a cartoon," she said. "It's real. King Arthur did exist and so did all those characters you've either read about or watched on a television show. My father was the great wizard Merlin Pendragon and my mother was Niviane, the Lady of the Lake. She was a Fairy." "Ooookay," replied Trevor dripping with sarcasm. "So you're part Fairy and your dear old dad is some famous wizard named Merlin. Suuuure..." Annoyed, the scarlet sorceress raised her hand toward a lamp next to him. Focusing a small amount of energy, her eyes turned a ghastly shade of white as a tiny light flickered from her fingertips crushing the object to pieces. Trevor jumped away from the couch in disbelief. "All right...all right...I believe! I believe!" He admitted nervously. "You're magical! I get it!" Reegan grinned. Her eyes became green again. "As I was saying, when King Arthur was murdered by his evil son Mordred, it brought an end to Camelot. Merlin went after the person responsible for orchestrating Arthur's death. Mordred's mother Morgan le Fay, a powerful witch. A great battle took place between Father and Morgan leaving both parties to be magically imprisoned for eternity. My father was trapped in the willow trees of Scotland and Morgan le Fay in the walls of Stonehenge. I've been searching centuries for a way to free him." "And you haven't had any luck," added Trevor. "Nope," she answered sadly. "Until this year. I discovered that there is a woman named Galowyn who holds the key to freeing him but the problem is that she is safeguarded by Demons. Also, I'm not the only one who is after her. Mordred, who is also immortal, is trying to get to her free his mother as well which does complicate things." "I see," he remarked awestruck by this information. "So that thing that tried to kill us back at the garage is a Demon?" "Bingo," the red haired woman responded. "How well do you know your Biblical history like the battle between Heaven and Hell?" Chapter 5: The Healing 34
Changeling Heartbreaker "Not much, only that God and Satan exist. Though I guess I'm going to burn for being a person who sins a lot." "Let me explain," she taught him. "Long ago before humans walked the Earth, God had proposed the idea of creating people. Half of God's angels approved of the idea while the other half opposed it. This created a conflict with the main angel Satan waging a war against Heaven. In the end, Satan was cast down from Paradise along with his minions to become Demons in Hell. The remaining angels who remained neutral and refused to side with other God or Satan ended up trapped between worlds sharing it with God's humans but creating their own race of magical creatures. These new beings became the Fae or Fairies as they are well known." "Unfortunately the Fae began to die off due to the fact that God had taken away their immortality. As a loophole, they learned that if they breeded with humans they could preserve their race and gain back their immortality in the process. Our goddess Morrigan was part of the original Fairies and my mother Niviane is descended from her. For a long time, the Fae lived in secret on the sacred island of Avalon away from humans until a few began to make their way to the mortal realm and began marrying mortals. "Merlin was a product of such a union. As part human and half Fairy, he was taught a vast knowledge of magic which he used to aid and mentor the late King Arthur. He later met and married and my mother and had me." "Interesting," Trevor remarked intrigued by her story. "So where does the gender bending thing come in? Do all Fairies switch sexes or is it just you?" "No just me," she blushed. "Like I said, during the great battle with Morgan le Fay, the witch cursed me with a spell in order to get back at my father. She wanted me to humiliate Merlin by going after his offspring. That is why I can do this..." Switching her body at will, her red hair shortened along with her face to a more masculine appearance. Her ample assets shortened revealing a small muscular chest, broad shoulders, well toned limbs, and the masculine appendage concealed underneath the robe. Trevor watched in wonder at her transformation but instantly recognized her through the man's emerald eyes. "In this male form, I call myself Regan," he said in a deepened voice. "Unlike my female body, I don't have access to magic but I'm super strong, fast, and agile. I'm like some ginger superhero." "So it was you who took on that Demon in the garage?" he asked. Regan nodded. "It's weird describing what's it like to be a man. It's like I'm in another's person body controlling it like a puppeteer. As Regan, it's kept me safe during battles with Demons." "Tell me about Demons," Trevor wanted to know. "Are they all the same?" "Yes and no," said Regan. "When Satan took over Hell, many of the Demons were pissed that God chose his precious humans over them. To spite Him, they discovered a way to get back at humans through possession. Each Demon represents one of the seven deadliest sin and easily corrupts any mortal who allows it. The host dies and the Demon takes over. However Demons are constantly hungry so they will go after other mortals unless they are killedby being beheadedor stabbed through the heart with some enchanted weapon like this." He crossed to the coffee table where Trevor had placed the Pendragon dagger. "This my family dagger, the Pendragon, magically constructed from shard of the mystical sword Excalibur it has been used many times to kill a Demon." Chapter 5: The Healing 35
Changeling Heartbreaker "Why the heart?" inquired the gigolo. "You've heard that the heart is the soul of everything," she explained. "When a Demon possesses a host, it's blackened soul corrupts the human's heart making it susceptible to sin so it can take over. The only ones Demons can't possess are humans whose souls are pure like priests, religious devotees, innocents, and other supernatural beings like myself." "But they can kill you," the blue eyed gentleman pointed out. "You almost died if you didn't drink whatever was in that flask." "It's called rowan," he remarked. "It's a sacred tree that has healing properties for the Fae. It's bark can be made into a potion should we get wounded. Fairies can be hurt or killed in battle. Not by humans, mind you, but magical weapons especially anything made of iron." "Why iron?" "According to legend, Satan's flaming sword was made of iron which he used to kill his enemies. When he became King Demon, he learned to harness the iron through mystical means to harm us with it. The Demon in the garage has traces of it on her nails just enough to slowly poison me. Speaking of which, I wanted to thank you for saving my life." Trevor stood up to the red headed man that was Reegan noticing that he towered over him by a foot. "Don't mention it. You would do the same for me." "No, I've dragged you too far into this," responded Regan. "I'll pay you an extra $2000 for your trouble totaling $12,000. You're free to go. I don't want you getting too deep into this. It's my concern, not yours." Placing his hands on his shoulders, he pressed his face close to . "I'm already invested in this situation. I'm not leaving. I'm going to help you." Regan glanced away. "But you have a life. It's too dangerous to be around me. Look, I admit to hiring you so I can infiltrate the weekend gala and get to Galowyn but I'm jeopardizing your life by getting you involved." Trevor smiled. "It's my life. Like I said, I'm not going. You're stuck with me for a while so if you're trying to get rid of me Regan, I'm going to let you right now I'm going to tag along for the ride." The red haired man sat on the couch. "Then I guess we'll have to see this thing through then. I obviously can't rid of you. If this is what you want, then so be it but let me do one thing to repay you for saving me. I'm granting you one wish." "A wish?" the escort asked. "Yes," said the scarlet gentleman. "According to Fairy law, any Fae saved by a human must repay their savior with a single wish. The only stipulation that it can't be more wishes or for love. It was decided long ago by my people that humans are too greedy to make a wise wish so they barred certain aspects of the request. So Trevor, what will be? More money? A happy life? You decide." "A wish you say" noted Trevor. "Can I save it for later? It's a lot to think about." "Sure but I hope you decide real soon," said Regan. "I'd like to get his over with. I still have mission to finish." Chapter 5: The Healing 36
Changeling Heartbreaker "And what is that?" "We're going after the seer this weekend."
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15th Century A.D. The mammoth root worked. Mixing it with the right herbs and potions healed King Arthur's knights afflicted with stomach sickness. Due to her success, all chamber pots would remain empty tonight in the castle. A succulent feast had been prepared that evening held in honor of her father Merlin in the banquet hall of Camelot. Various nobles and government officials attended the event mingling with the English monarch's soldiers and offering a dance with different ladies of the court. Only one did not share in the celebratory mood. Lady Reegan Pendragon had her mind elsewhere. She had thought of Sir Zachariahs and her vow to meet him at the cottage in the woods near the edge of the lake. Lying to her father about her fatigue, she politely excused herself from the festivities and walked into the forest at night to meet her beloved. Far off down the path, she saw smoke billowing from the chimney signaling that Zachariahs was waiting for her. Inside the shelter, Zachariahs built a warm fire in the hearth. He sat next to the stoned masonry tending to the flames by stirring the kindle with the edge of a wooden branch. Small rays of moonlight crossed through the creaking wooden door as Reegan entered wrapped in her purple cloak and orange gown. The dark haired, blue eyed knight smiled, slowly got up from his seat at the fireplace, and walked over to the red haired maiden. "I knew you would come," he whispered holding her to his chest. Inhaling her scent of lavender and jasmine, he embraced her tight enjoying the feel of her body next to his. Zachariahs refused to let go. Lifting her gaze to his, she placed her hands to both sides of his face before bringing it down to her lips. The touch of his mouth on her excited her hardening her nipples beneath the bodice of her gown while the knight's tongue plunged into between her teeth teasing her own palate making her want him just the same. "Wait Zachariahs," Reegan protested withdrawing her lips from him. A thin line of saliva connected their mouths leaving a transparent reminder of that passionate kiss. "I shouldn't. I'm sorry I did not meant to mislead you but I cannot do this!" She tried to pull away. "No Reegan!" He held her tighter. "I will not release you! Do you not see that you have taken my heart?" The red haired sorceress continued to struggle but the pain of his words affected her. "Merlin may not grant us permission to wed but I cannot die on the battlefield without being with you!" "What are you saying?" Merlin's daughter asked in shock. Finally releasing her, he crept to the bed nearby to sit. "The war with the Vikings is starting to become more brutal. King Arthur is sending me back to aid our allies, the Scots, in the North. The Vikings have joined with the Barbarians in the West. The King's armies are outnumbered. It is a death's mission from which I may not return." His eyes remained downcast. "I wanted you to know." Tears filled her eyes. "Zachariahs...I had no knowledge of how dangerous this conflict has progressed." Kneeling in front of him, she took his hands into her own. "Yes, my love. You are a soldier, brave and true. I understand that now. I know we must do things that seems unfair but it is for the greater good. For that I want you to know that my heart will and always be yours." She smiled providing him a sense of hope. "If you must go into back into battle, allow me to grant a gift that you will always have of me to take with you." Chapter 6: The Preparation 38
Changeling Heartbreaker "What is that?" inquired the knight. Staring in her emerald eyes, he could not love her any less that he did now. "My virtue." Zachariahs glanced at her with sorrow. Lifting her chin with his thumb and finger, he sighed the placing a sweet peck on her lips. "No, my beloved. I cannot and will not. I appreciate this gift you are willing to give me but I will not have you cuckold to your future husband. Reegan, I shall not compromise you." "But it is what I wish for," she replied. Raising herself up, she undid the brooch of her clock letting it fall to the floor. Placing her hands to her shoulders, she slipped her gown off her arms before pushing her dress down to her feet. Tossing her shoes aside, she stood bare allowing the light from the fire to bathe her ivory skin. "I beg you Zachariahs, be with me tonight." Responding to the straining erection in his breeches, Zachariah attempted to reason with the scarlet sorceress one more time. "Reegan, you do not know what you are asking. I am merely a mortal man, not a Fairy like you, and I am subject to temptations of the flesh. Do not ask this of me." Little by little, she approached him clutching his face in her soft hands. "I ask this of you." She kissed him hard and he submitted. Using his mouth, he caressed the base of her neck while lowering his lips to the perfect round shape of her breasts. Suckling the sensitive pinkness of her nipples, she groaned with each massage of his mouth on them. Once finished with celebrating their glorious admiration, he trailed his tongue lower making small circles on her flat abdomen laying playful kisses on her stomach. His hands found the nest of reddish curls near her sacred treasure to which he cupped the entrance with his right palm while separating her creamy thighs with his other hand. "Spread for me," he ordered. Standing up, Reegan did as she was told closing her eyes to the next wave of sensations that Zachariahs would be bestowing up on her. Suddenly a warm mouth covered her base of her opening. The red headed maiden bit her lip as her lover replaced his mouth with a long tongue. Moist strokes teased her velvety folds before discovering a special pearl near the top that tingled each time his lips explored the place there. The strength of his tongue massaged her entering her feminine entrance testing the small beads of honey falling like dewdrops on a lilypad. Placing her gently on the bed, Reegan's hair spilled against the goosefeathered mattress as she watch her lover pull off his boots, strip off his shirt, and unlace the breeches of his bottom half. Now completely naked, the scarlet sorceress observed his long dark hair cascading down his shoulders enhancing the indigo flecks of color in his eyes as he stared at her with such hungry ferocity. Kneeling in front of her parted thighs, Zachariahs took both her hands guiding them across his muscular chest allowing her feel the perfect toned lines and ridges of pecs, nipples, and ripples of his abdomen. Covering her body with his own, he kissed her in testament to his love for her and vow of protection. Soft hands grazed the back of his shoulders as he got up from her to display his need for her through the hardness of his sex. "See what you do to me Reegan," he growled. She stared at his erection with a wicked grin. "You make a mortal man submit." Slowing he tested her opening with a middle finger. Already soaked with dew, he knew she was ready for him. He kissed again before whispering instructions for reassurance. "I shall not lie Reegan. It shall hurt the first Chapter 6: The Preparation 39
Changeling Heartbreaker time but let me assure you that once it passes all you will feel is pleasure." She nodded as she parted her legs providing him invitation. Holding his hard sex in his hand, he glided the surface first into opening. Reegan clutched his wrist at the invasion but wanted more of him entering her. Her jade eyes signaled for him to continue. Zachariahs agreed and pushed in further. She gasped at his fullness but finding her sugar walls slowly accommodating the man inside her. Then without warning, the pain came quick. A twinge of discomfort and a slight whimper told the man to stop. He did. "Am I hurting you?" he asked concerned for her well being. Tiny drops of blood fell from her opening. The pain quickly subsided. She shook her head as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Zachariahs, don't stop. Give more." Her lover was happy to oblige. Thrusting forward, he picked up the pace rapidly meeting his desire with her own. Calling out his name in wanton abandonment, Reegan did not want their union to end as their bodies melded, bucked, and connected in glorious passion. "More!" Reegan called out. "More!" White hot heat shot through their bodies over again and again. Zachariahs climaxed first grunting in satisfaction before spilling his seed on Reegan's thigh. The red headed maiden followed suit with the eruption of liquid silver as the courageous knight sealed their tryst with a kiss. Basking in the afterglow, the dark haired warrior cleaned and held his woman close allowing their naked bodies to be illuminated by the fire of the hearth. Stroking the long tendrils of flaming hair, he kissed the top of her head before requesting a proclamation from his lover. "Reegan?" "Yes my Lord?" "Vow that you shall love me and only me," he commanded. "Forever and eternity," she replied. "I shall love you." Leaning back into the bed, they entertained themselves through the night learning the illicit secrets that lovers only know... Fumbling with his black tie, Trevor tried to make a fancy Windsor knot in the mirror. Already, the tuxedo dress shirt fit him perfectly as did the pants and sportscoat but he had difficulty trying to pull off an elegant look for tonight's political gala. "Damn tie..." he commented. "Here let me." Reegan Ambrose closed the door of her bedroom at the hotel suite that they shared while carrying her laptop in her arm. She had taken a nap earlier so she was well rested and ready to take on some Demons. Dressed to Chapter 6: The Preparation 40
Changeling Heartbreaker kill in a forest green, silk formal gown that showed off best curves, she looked like a Victoria's Secret model walking down the catwalk. Even her dress screamed sex. The strapped corseted bodice displayed her perfectly shaped breasts and the train of her skirt had a small slit to side to showcase the amazing shape of her legs. Trevor tried not to think of his companion being naked as she set her laptop on the couch while she assisted with his tie. "The trick is the double looping," she told him wrapping the tie with perfectly skill. She turned him around to face the mirror. "See there. Perfect. That Hugo Boss tux was made for you. You can keep it since it has been paid for." "I know this is going to sound weird," the escort apologized. "Especially coming from a male prostitute but I feel guilty about taking your money. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you." "Nonsense," she replied. "I know what I was paying for when I hired you. Besides don't worry about money. I'm loaded. Being an immortal Fairy who has lived for centuries does has some perks especially when you have amassed a fortune over the years. I'm richer than Oprah and Bill Gates combined. So don't feel guilty, take the gifts and the money I'm giving you. It's well worth it. Speaking of which, have you decided on your one wish yet?" "Not yet," he said. "I know I have one wish so I want to make it count." "Okay but don't wait too long. After this mission is over, I'm going to be busy with using the key to free my father from his prison." "Got it," Trevor remarked. "Since we're talking about keys, how do you know this seer Galowyn is the right person. Can you trust a Demon with the truth? You know their evil and they lie. Plus, how do you know what she even looks like? There's probably going to be some bigwigs at this party." Reegan grabbed her laptop on the couch, turned it on, and began Googling Galowyn Jones on her computer. Placing the device on the table, she showed Trevor a picture of a ravishing thirtysomething year old woman with dark hair standing to Senatorial Candidate Carl Vaughn. "According to the media, the Galowyn Jones is the aide to political VIP Carl Vaughn", she noted. "However that this is not the real Galowyn Jones. She pressed a key on the keyboard which displayed the pretty woman's deep, black eyes. "She's a Demon named Mik who is impersonating Galowyn." "How did you do that?" asked Trevor. "Is that some kind of secret government software program that can detect Demons?" "No," giggled the red haired woman. "Believe it or not, magic has gotten high tech over the years. Whether you're a witch, a warlock, a wizard, or sorceress like me we've learned to advance with the modern times. We no longer use spellbooks, ancient scrolls, or mystical tablets we have personal computers and laptops to enchant and use at our disposal." "So basically what you're telling me is that your book of spells is now using Wi-Fi networking?" the gigolo solved the puzzle. "Exactly," she said. "Unlike a normal internet find, we use magic to perform an online search and it tells us everything we need to know that is being kept hidden from humans such as the existence of Demons, their names as well as other supernatural entities." She typed a few words on the screen and turned the computer to Trevor to show him the image. A woman approximately eighty years old with gray hair graced the screen. Chapter 6: The Preparation 41
Changeling Heartbreaker "This is the real Galowyn Jones. Find her at the gala and we find the key." "And how are we going to do that?" the dark haired man inquired. "There are bodyguards and Demons around at this event." "Well that's where you come in," she grinned. "As my date, you'll be posing as a journalist for Time magazine. You're there to cover the fundraising efforts of the GOP. Political parties need the media to get their message across and get their candidates elected. Schmooze the crowd while I sneak off and locate Galowyn." "Easier said then done," Trevor commented slapping his head. "I'm not the one who can do magic or turn into a red headed superhero. I could be killed." "I could pay you more for your sacrifice," the sorceress offered. "You did want to tag along after learning about all this." "Yeah Faries, magic, Demons, the world possibly going to Hell," he sarcastically remarked. "What was I thinking?" "That you wanted something more out of your life than fucking complete strangers," answered Reegan. She hit the nail on the head. "While I've shared everything about me, I haven't learned anything about you except the basics from my background check of you. Exactly what makes a person choose to be a sex worker?" "Quick and easy money obviously," Trevor said bluntly. "There's not much to tell about my life. I grew up with a neglectful, alcoholic mother who worked as both stripper and hooker. My father split before I was born so I never knew him. Being a single mom, she had a kid to support so she did what could put food on the table. When I was five, one of my mom's boyfriends tried to molest me so I stabbed him in the privates." "Oh my God," said Reegan at his sad tale. "Did he die?" "No but I made sure that bastard remained a eunuch forever," he smiled. "Anyway, CPS took me away and I got shuffled from foster home to foster home. None of my foster parents wanted me especially a kid who was rebellious and struggling with his sexuality. It's one thing to be gay but to be attracted to both genders? Now that is confusing." "So when did you identify yourself as being bisexual?" she asked. "When I ran away from my last home at 17," he admitted. "I stole some money, got a bus ticket to L.A., and there I met my manager and pimp. He introduced to me to a world where it was okay to explore your sexual orientation." "Joel Sabatini?" "Yes Joel Sabatini. I know what you're thinking. Pick up some fresh face kid, exploit him, and ruin his life forever. Same cliche story. Believe it or not Joel is from the streets. He was a hustler back in a day and went through some rough times. He had started up the Heartbreaker escort website and became successful at it. Contrary to what you might believe, he took care of his employees. He fed us, gave us clothes, and a place to stay." "When I met him, he was trying to get me to a shelter before some other sleazeball got to me first. I already made my mind that I was going to sell my body and no one would stop me from doing it including Joel who Chapter 6: The Preparation 42
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The Paradise The valet kept staring at her. It did not take a rocket scientist to know what the parking attendant was thinking. All Reegan had to do was look down at the pop tent in the man's pants and she knew. Annoyed, she handed the man the keys to the rented Mustang and slipped her hand around Trevor's arm. "Be flattered," reassured her date. "You're one hot babe in that dress. Even I would want to screw you." Clucking her tongue, she shot dangerous look at him. "Trevor, focus. Here's the plan." She handed him a press pass. "You're playing the part of Mark Torrence, political journalist for Time magazine. While you're with the press junket, I'll mingle with partygoers under the name Stephanie Lawrence, cultural attache for the arts. I'll slip out during the candidate's speech to look for Galowyn." The pair agreed as they handed the forged invitation to the event coordinators leading to the event hall. "Wow, I haven't see this many uptight hypocrites in my life!" he commented scanning the room of so called Christian groups and attendees who promoted traditional family values. Something in the way they held their noses up made the gigolo sick to his stomach. "Just as long as these hypocrites keep Carl Vaughn preoccupied," stated the red headed sorceress. "Trevor, listen to me. This is dangerous. If things get heavy, I want you to run away! Don't worry about me, I can protect myself. I just want you be safe." He smiled caressing her cheek. Something in the way he touched her made her feel different almost like affection. She said nothing. "Like I said Reegan, I'm going to see this through. I live for danger. Besides you owe me a wish still." They separated to work the room. Hotel Paradise was busy especially with the GOP event occurring in the establishment. As five star rated attraction on the Las Vegas strip, the news media descended on the building covering all aspects of the upcoming election. Senatorial candidate Carl Vaughn had been named the front runner for the Republican party with talks that the politician would eventually be elected to the White House in the next ten years. It appeared that the traditional conservative groups had his full backing as he went around the lavishly decorated room greeting his supporters. In the guise of a news reporter, Trevor blended with other journalist listening to the Carl Vaughn on the pedestal make some blowhard speech about traditional values and returning to the importance of family. His supporters clapped in agreement. Then his words hit a nerve when the subject of gay marriage came up. The escort bit his tongue. "As you know one of the most controversial issues during this election year concerns the issue of marriage particularly with the homosexual community. Let it be known that my stance on the subject is this. Marriage is solely recognized between a man and a woman as emphasized by the Bible and God. Homosexuality is an abomination and a sin and to tamper with the moral fabric of our society shall be tolerated by the majority of the people. Once I am elected senator, I vow to all my constituents, the tax payers, and the American people that I will make an effort to ban the notion of homosexual unions in order to preserve the sanctity of family and of our children." Applause rang out from the attendees and the GOP. Irked by the man's contradictions, Trevor could not contain himself. He raised his hand to which the politician pointed to him to address a question. Chapter 7: The Gala 45
Changeling Heartbreaker "Mark Torrence, Time magazine," he lied. "If you are referencing in your speech to morals and traditional family values, do you advise that the American people should follow exactly what the Bible says?" "That is exactly what I believe," smiled the candidate. Trevor continued. "Well then, if we are referencing Leviticus stating that homosexuality is a sin, then should we not follow the Bible's teachings in all forms?" "Absolutely." "Well Leviticus did say that thou shall has no fins nor scales in the water, than thou shall be an abomination unto you. Technically speaking, God is speaking about shrimp and fish in general and from what I see at this event we're serving up some mighty fine shrimp cocktails here and a mean seafood spread! Accck! We're sinning people! God hates shrimp! No one touch your shellfish!" "I think that is misinterpreted," began the political nervously. "We're talking about fish here not homosexuality..." The gigolo refused to stop there. "And didn't it say in the Bible to love your fellow man regardless of his sins? Well gays are people so why can't we love the sinners as well?" Murmurs then jeers came from the crowed. Trevor ignored them as he threw his arms in the air and did a little dance. "Marriage equality for all! Woohoo!" "Mr. Torrence, we're getting off topic here," stated Carl Vaughn confused. Another reporter jumped in to ask another question deterring Trevor's comments as a few journalists blocked him during this uncomfortable situation. A tap on his shoulder defused his anger as the dark brown haired man turned around to face a white haired old woman in an evening dress. He recognized her instantly. "Galowyn Jones?" "Come with me quickly," she said. "We need to talk in private while the Carl Vaughn is busy." He did not protest as the crowd bombarded the political candidate with questions. The two escaped from the event hall leaving the escort to follow the seer on the elevator of the lobby. Meanwhile down at the main area of the gala, Reegan conversed briefly with a few wealthy elite discussing her knowledge of art and antiques as her eyes targeted a dark haired woman in slinky dress flirting with an older gentleman in a penguin suit. She identified the female. Mik, the Demon, impersonating Galowyn Jones. Watching the two casually leave the festivities, she excused herself from the partygoers and followed them out. Seeing them leave up the elevator, she ran after them losing the couple the moment the doors closed. Pressing the button, she waited a few minutes before getting inside of the next one. Removing her silver earrings, she cast a location spell letting the metal mold like clay into a white, grayish mist touching the exact button where Mik would be found with her companion. Floor 23 glowed in front of her providing the Demon's whereabouts. She pressed the button. The doors opened into a private hallway influencing Reegan to get off and follow the trail of discarded clothes left on the carpeted floor. Coming to a pair of torn undies, she noticed a pool of red now staining the fibers Chapter 7: The Gala 46
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Changeling Heartbreaker Watching her body leave her, a loud explosion from the door of the rooftop entrance surprised him. Tossing his head toward the direction, he saw a hulking figure approximately eight feet in height with cloven hooves approach them. Blackened eyes belonged to the face of a walking corpse sporting a deformed skull and jagged teeth. Its body though muscular could not conceal the decomposed flesh and rotted bone while the a pointed tail lashed out from behind the thing. Sharp talons flashed in front of the gigolo as a pair of curved horns formed at the base of its skull. Trevor stared in horror at the creature noticing the shredded suit the Demon had been wearing and recognized him recalling the name Reegan had informed of the Hell's general she had been hunting. Senatorial candidate Carl Vaughn was Hell's Mr. Big Bad. The Demon General Naih'Sadrak. "Release...my key..." Naih'Sadrak threatened. "Naih'Sadrak! I command you to stand down!" The dark brown haired escort glanced up to see another dark haired figure in a suit carrying a sword coming up the broken steps of the hotel rooftop. Something in the way his presence made Trevor dislike him even more. "I...no longer take orders from you...Mordred..." hissed the general. "Our truce...has been revoked...The key is mine!" Aiming his rapier at the Demon, Mordred opened his hand to conjure a ball of flame. "I never trust Demons especially when I summon them. I was aware you would betray me someday so I suppose we can end this charade. The key belongs to me and I will free my mother with it." Tossing a large fireball at the Demon, it bounced right off the monster and dissipated. Naih'Sadrak bellowed slipping a chain around his neck to reveal a tiny bell around attached to it. "Morrigan's Bells...It not only repels Fairy magic...but all magic as well!" "You might be shielded by magic!" shouted Mordred. "But not holy weapons! I stole this sword from the archangel Amitiel after I killed him!" He pointed it at the monster. "It's been used to kill Demons! Let's see how it affects you!" Racing toward the general, he jabbed at the grotesque thing who managed to dodge every driving assault, downward slash, and horizontal slash avoiding the blade making contact with its flesh. The Demon roared with glee as it swatted away Morgan le Fay's son like a fly landing him across the edge of the surface. "Naih'Sadrak! You're quarrel is with me!" shrieked Reegan who had witnessed the battle. Knowing full well her Fairy magic would not work on the creature, she tossed the Pendragon dagger at the monster piercing his arm causing his skin to bleed acidic blood. The Demon General screamed in anguish as she called forth the blade with her magic retracting it from its limb. "Merlin's daughter...You both shall die..." Mordred picked up his rapier and grinned at the red headed sorceress. "You save me Reegan. See, you still love me!" "Shut the fuck up asshole!" she spat. "Get over yourself Zachariahs...Mordred, whatever you call yourself now! I got over you centuries ago!" Looking across the way of the Demon, she saw Trevor holding a Chapter 7: The Gala 49
Changeling Heartbreaker unconscious Galowyn in his arms. She called out to him. "Trevor! Are you both okay?" "I'm am but Galowyn's dying!" replied Trevor. "Help her!" "Who's the pretty boy?" Mordred shot off annoyed. Jealously peaked in his voice. "My date," she answered without missing beat. "Oh and I'm paying him for sex and he gives me multiple orgasms." She lied. "Something you know nothing about." "Ouch," said the sorcerer. "Okay, Reegan I know you're still mad and you have every right to be. I betrayed you but know this. I meant when I said that I love you and I still do..." "I'm not listening to you!" she screamed charging after the demon. Mordred trailed after her as both attacked Naih'Shadrak on each side. Reegan started first slashing at his arms and hands while Mordred used his enchanted rapier to slice a few holes into his back. Toxic blood flowed everywhere as all three took the blows along with couple bruises and cuts in the process. Trevor observed the battle take place watching helplessly as the old woman in his arms started to float away. Not sure of what to do, he heard Galowyn whisper in his ear. "Use...your wish now," she said. "Wish for the ethery if you want to save her." "What?" "Wish for ethery." Deep inside, the escort knew this was right thing to do. He opened his mouth and said the words. "I WISH FOR THE ETHERY!" Lightning flashed across the night sky. The battle stopped as Reegan dodged the Demon's blow coming close to her. She heard his words as did Mordred. "NO!" yelled the sorcerer. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Tears filled her eyes as she stared at Trevor and heard the last sounds of Galowyn's final breath. Both knew she was dead. "Trevor..." sighed Reegan wetness appeared on face. "ENOUGH OF THIS...I GROW WEARY OF THIS BATTLE...I SHALL TAKE MY KEY NOW..." Lifting its deformed arms into the air, Naih'Sadrak reached to the evening sky and conjured a large ball flame. The inferno surrounded them from above as it grew increased in size and fell from the clouds down toward them. Reegan raced to Trevor calling out his name while removing her silver bracelet. "Trevor!" Finally reaching the man, she touched his shoulder as the silver bracelet glowed in to bright light lifting them away from the roof just as an enormous dome of orange and yellow flames erupted into an inferno covering the Hotel Paradise in a mass destruction and fallen debris... Chapter 7: The Gala 50
Changeling Heartbreaker Gradually opening his eyes, Trevor woke up in the bedroom of his hotel suite clad only his pair of Diesel boxer briefs. He looked toward the curtains of his room and noticed sunlight. It was morning. However it was not the only thing that he had been aware of. Next to him he felt a presence. A female presence. Lifting his head, he turned to see tendrils of red hair sleeping in a sexy negliee next to him on his bed. As usual Reegan Ambrose appeared alluring as the the silk chemise clung to every magnificent curve of her body. She tossed next to him and smiled. "Good morning."
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"Please tell me this isn't a dream," Trevor replied admiring the silk negligee accentuating each curve of Reegan's body. Tracing a seductive finger on his bare chest, the red haired sorceress grinned as she traced a line on his skin. "No lover, you're not dreaming. It's all real." She slipped the strap of her chemise down her shoulder teasing him with the sight of the top half of her breast. "Oooooh baby, you were the king last night." "I was?" asked the escort surprised. The comment boosted his self confidence. "Well let's try for a second performance." Reaching over to kiss her, Reegan leaned in close to his lips but stopped. Then she slapped him. "Asshole!" she snapped. Tossing off the sheets, she scrambled from the bed standing with her hands to her hips staring daggers into him. Soothing the soreness on his cheek, the dark brown haired man lifted his eyes to her confused. "What's the big idea? "That's for wishing for the ethery," the sorceress snorted. "Do you have any idea of what you've done last night?" Sitting up, he tried to recall. Memories flooded his brain of Reegan and some other guy battling some large hideous looking Demon on a hotel rooftop then an old lady with the glowing hands touching his face. Next came the big explosion and everything went blank. "Care to jog my memory?" he suggested. "I've keep remembering bits and pieces like being surrounded by fire then waking up in our hotel room." "The Demon General Naih'Sadrak summoned a huge fireball and exploded the rooftop of Hotel Paradise," explained the Demon Killer. "I was able to use my enchanted silver bracelet to summon a teleportation spell to get us out of there and back to our hotel room. I saved our asses but you had to make a foolish wish." "You mean when I wished for the ethery?" Trevor repeated. "Galowyn told me to say it before she died. I don't know why but I trusted her so I did what she suggested." "Do you even know what the ethery is?" Reegan directed her inquiry toward him. "Uh...no." "When a human saves a Fairy's life, by Fae law, we have to grant a single wish to the rescuer. If the human invokes the wish of the ethery, it is a scared oath between humans and Fae where both parties are bonded for life. By this I mean you're stuck with me and we're forever connected both in mind, body, and spirit until one of us dies." "So it's like we're married?" Trevor questioned putting two and two together. "Exactly," she griped. "And that includes being your servant and submissive to you at all times."
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Changeling Heartbreaker A wicked gleam appeared in the gigolo's eye. "So you're saying that you have to do exactly what I say including anything that involves PHYSICAL contact?" Reegan sighed making an annoyed gesture with her hand. "Yeah yeah and I can't refuse you. Note this Trevor Tanner, you might have trapped me with the oath of the ethery but my actions are not done by my own willingness or participation. I WILL NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU! I WILL NOT DEVELOP FEELINGS FOR YOU!" The escort stayed glib. "I didn't ask for this Reegan. The one thing that you should know about me is that I don't fall in love. I'm only about sex. It's physical pleasure that I crave where both people share their bodies with no strings attached." "Fine," clucked the sorceress. "If we are going to engage in any kind of intercourse, it is simply for fulfill a physical need and that's all! I will accept my duties of this binding agreement but I want to note Trevor that I'm not going to reciprocate any genuine feelings for you. I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE!" "I seem to recall otherwise last night," he commented. "Especially with the other guy you fought with against that Demon. Mordred, was it? Didn't you tell me he's your sworn enemy? He seems to brag about you two being lovers at one time. The one thing that made me curious is when you referred to him as Zachariahs. You mentioned his name in your sleep a few nights ago when I rescued you and brought you back here." Reegan turned her head away shyly. "I suppose I should tell you the full story. Before my father's imprisonment, he was working with King Arthur against the Viking armies who had planned on invading England. Merlin's magic proved to be the secret weapon in gaining the English an advantage in this conflict. During this time, I secretly fell in love with a young knight named Lord Zachariahs and we often met in private away from the prying eyes of my father." "It turned out that Zachariahs was not his real name. Mordred le Fay had disguised himself as one of King Arthur's knights infiltrating Camelot and gaining access to the king. I discovered Mordred's treachery after he had murdered Arthur and followed him to the location where Merlin challenged the witch Morgan le Fay on the battlefield. Mordred's mother cursed me into being a Changeling before being trapped along with my father into their mystical prisons. I've been fighting Mordred ever since for the cure to break my curse and to free Merlin ever since." Trevor wrapped his arms around his knees as he sat up to listen. "Well it seems that he still has feelings for you. He looked like he wanted to kill me after I made that wish." "Mordred is like his mother," she informed him. "He is a sorcerer and knows magic. Plus, he's a skilled swordsman and very dangerous. I wouldn't trust anything that he says. He is master manipulator so whatever feelings I had for him then are dead and long gone now. Mordred wanted to covet the key for himself but after Galowyn died we've both lost in gaining access to it so there is no chance of freeing our parents." "Not exactly," the gigolo corrected. "Before Galowyn died, she touched my face and her hand got all strobelighty. The next thing she tells me is that I'm the key and then passes away." Reegan shifted her head. "Wait. You're they key?" "I guess?"
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Changeling Heartbreaker "How is that even possible? All mystical signs pointed to Galowyn as the key. That is why the Naih'Sadrak and Mordred wanted her. She can't have passed it on to you. It doesn't make sense." "I don't know," he said. "Ask the dead old lady. All I know is that she said I'm the key and now we're here." "Trevor, if this is true, then you're even in grave danger," she noted. "It's not only Mordred that is coming after you but every evil Demon out there who'll stop at nothing to get to you. I can see why Galowyn convinced you to wish for the ethery. She wanted me to be bound to you so I can protect you from every evil thing out there." Covering his hands to his face, the blue eyed gentleman could not believe his bad luck. "Oh great I'm on every magical monster's radar! I'm a dead man!" She crawled on the bed and kneeled close to him. "Not if you're with me. Trevor, I can protect you. We'll find a way to figure this out. For now, we have to stick together..." A ring tone interrupted her comforting speech. Trevor reached over the nightstand to pick up his I-Phone and answered. "Hello?" "Trevor!" shouted a frightened voice. "Daniel?" "Dude! Things are getting heavy here in L.A.! I don't know how to tell you this Trev but Joel is dead! I guess he got involved with some really bad people because the police found his body completely ripped to shreds in his apartment! Not only that. Five of out Heartbreaker guys Pete, Alex, Chis, Dalton, and Justin have been killed as well. It's like we're all being hunted! The police have no clues and no leads! The LAPD have shut down the escorting site until further notice and asking all of us a whole bunch of questions! I don't know anything! I swear! They are looking for you too so Trevor stay out of sight! Lay low until all of this blows over! It's too crazy right now!" Trevor hung up the phone dropping it from his hand. Reegan noticed his face had turned completely pale. "Trevor, what's wrong?" "It's...Joel Sabatini..." he stammered. "He's dead..." Tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh my God! Demons...killed him...he's dead because of me...It's starting because I'm the key..." He collapsed into the scarlet haired sorceress's arms. Reegan held him close letting him soak her chemise with his tears. Stroking his hair, she brushed his cheek on his temple before kissing the top of his forehead. "Shhh," she whispered. "There. There. Let it out Trevor...let it out." He did clutching her body close. "He...was the only family I had..." whimpered the escort. "Joel...was like my father..." "I know," she reassured him. "I promise you this Trevor. We will avenge the Demons who did this. I swear it."
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Changeling Heartbreaker Tense warmth rose between the two. Advancing his face to hers, Trevor brought his mouth close and the duo connected. Reegan did not resist. Crossing her arms around his neck, she pulled him nearer to her lips allowing his tongue to graze the curve of her upper lip while plunging in and out of her mouth. Lowering her slowly against the pillow, their kiss melded not releasing as she opened her eyes to stare at the handsome man above her. "Be with me please Reegan," Trevor's blue eyes pleaded. "How can I refuse," the scarlet haired woman's green eyes blinked. Grinning with a wicked sinful smile, the gigolo's large hands assisted the sorceress out of her silken negligee. Delicate straps fell down her shoulders sliding across the creamy softness of her ivory flesh finally revealing the perfect satin pillows of her breasts. Tossing the garment to the side, Trevor lowered his face to neck sending a path of kisses to her neck before locating the flatness of her stomach and sending an affection caress on her navel with his lips. Next came the attention of her pink areolas already erect and waiting for his touch. His mouth pressed against the fine feel of her breasts tracing a finger against the flawless curves of her chest before his lips descended the sensitive area of her nipples. Suckling the erect nubs with his lips, Reegan spoke a few breaths of his name as he returned to mouth to reconnect to his lips. "Let's get these off you," he suggested pinching the side of her underwear. She agreed assisting him allowing the cotton fabric to slide down her thighs finally removing the lingerie from her legs. Exposing her hairless pinkness to him, he absorbed her appearance as he swiped the back of his palm against the waxed pale flesh of her groin admiring the satin feel of her skin. "So smooth," the gigolo complimented. "Thank you," she replied with a giggle. "I'm a big fan of the Brazilian." Trevor responded with a laugh making both aware of the joke. As sex worker, the escort has seen his fair share of shaved and unshaved bushes. Kneeling in front of her, the blue eyed hunk slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs before Reegan raised herself to cover his hands with hers. "Let me," she suggested. Tugging on the tight undergarment with her hands, she yanked the cotton down gradually showing just a hint of the dark bristles of his shaved groin. Her eyes remained downcast as the fabric fell to the small hairs of his thighs displaying the thick width of his sex until the rim of the Diesel brand finally introduced the extra long length of his shaft. She licked her lips the moment he pushed the entire underwear down presenting his enormous erection straining and ready to please her at this moment. Holding his package in her hand, she wanted just a taste of his gift and lowered herself to sample him but Trevor stopped her bracing her shoulders while she glanced up puzzled. "No Reegan," he told her. "You've done enough for me. Let me pleasure you." Easing her back against the bed, her crimson hair spilled on the pillows as the escort spread apart her thighs and positioned himself in between her with his mouth. Masculine lips teased her secret entrance pulling at the velvet folds of her opening while discovering the sacred treasure of her hidden pearl with his tongue. Reegan's hands raked through his dark brown hair playing with the soft tendrils trapped between her legs while kissing the most sensitive part of her with sinful hunger. Chapter 8: The Ethery 55
Changeling Heartbreaker A quick tongue darted into her femininity causing her to gasp and call out his name. "Trevor...mmmm...Trevor..." She bit her fist as she felt her a waterfall falling within her. Trevor's mouth danced along the rim of entrance while massaging the sensitive pearl delighting her insides and making her toes curl with pleasure. Lifting his mouth from her, he tested her folds with her finger pushing the digit just a bit and acknowledged her moistness. Reegan was ready for him. Lifting his mouth away, he covered his body to hers. More kisses rained on her mouth as she held the strong apex of his back to caress the tribal tattoo on his chest with her lips. Flicking his ear with her tongue, Reegan whispered the words he waited to hear. "Make love to me please Trevor," she begged. The escort turned to her and smiled. He agreed. Separating her legs even further with his hands, he pressed his hard sex into her opening and plunged right in. The red headed woman firmly clutched his well formed back gasping with delight at his fullness spreading her womb. However it was only the beginning. "Am I hurting you?" asked Trevor concerned. Blue eyes swirled like a river glancing down at her. "No," she reassured him. "Please don't stop." Trevor sank into her warmth. His hips rose and fell melting her sugar walls letting the desire possess their bodies in sinful delight. Small hands squeezed the taut firmness of the gigolo's muscular buttocks flexing in movement with each thrust of his manly girth happily being welcomed and accommodated by the flow of her sweet honey. "Trevor...Trevor..." she panted. Calling his name with each pace of her rhythm, she teased his lips letting her tongue taste the beads of perspiration on his neck. "How...long...has it been Reegan?" he asked. He cupped her face with his hands demanding to know the answer. Lost to the pleasurable sensations her lover had been giving her, she barely could utter a word. "Too...long..." she managed to speak in between pants. Reegan had been correct. Centuries of celibate vows and abstinence had been finally been broken down. The sorceress did not care as her body submitted to her lover's will connecting them into a bound that could not be explained. For now, she knew she wanted Trevor. Keeping up with the experienced man, she managed to hold her own. With each thrust, each push, and each pressing quiver of their loins they easily gave into their desires letting their libidos to speak for their bodies. Sweat started to form on their skin as white hot heat shot through both of them. Reegan grasped him tight as liquid silver gushed from her. "Trevor...AAAAAHHHH...." Her companion experienced the same. Withdrawing his sex from her, he climaxed shouting her name while his speed spilled on to stomach in the process. "REEEEGAN!" Chapter 8: The Ethery 56
Changeling Heartbreaker Falling against the mattress, Reegan felt her eyes well up with tears. Shifting her head to the side, she did not want him to see her like this. Pent up emotions began to break through making her realize she wanted this man more than just a sex partner. She wanted every part of him as dictated by the code of the ethery. Mind. Body. And soul. A strong arm fell over her breast holding her close to the masculine scent of his body. "Thank you," he kissed her cheek. "I needed to be close to someone." She wiped the tear from her eye. "Your welcome. Glad I could help." Noticing her distress, he raised his head to see the streak of wetness on her face. "Are you crying?" "No..."she lied. "I was just thinking," "Reegan," he began to say. "I want you to know that even with this wish, what happened between us...I mean I felt..." She darted out of bed. "We're going to have to go into hiding." She told him interrupting his speech. "With Demons hunting us and not to mention Mordred, we're going to need some answers. I mean you're now the key and puts you in danger. I know someone who can help us." "Who?" Trevor asked changing the subject. He sat up on the bed. "The Lady of the Lake," the sorceress answered. "Nivian, my mother. I'll book us a flight to London and she'll know what do. She's the oldest Fairy I know and can make sense of all this." "But what about L.A. and finding Joel's killers?" remarked the gigolo. "You said we'll avenge his death." "And I always keep my promise," she replied. "But right now we have to lay low. If Demons killed him and the other male escorts of Heartbreaker, they are probably searching for you too. Plus, the police is asking too many questions and you might be on their suspect list. We'll figure all of this out for now but we have to this safely. Agreed?" "Agreed," he said reluctantly. "Right now, let's pack what we can and head to the airport," she instructed. "We're flying out to London today. But first let me hit the shower." Heading into the bathroom, Reegan turned toward Trevor sitting naked on the bed and grinned. "You can join me if you like." Trevor jumped up and followed her.
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Wishing on the ethery does have its perks. Trevor Tanner discovered this with Reegan when the immortal sorceress agreed to celebrate the physical agreement of their union by blessing every area of their hotel suite. Emphasis on EVERY AREA from her bedroom, to his bedroom, the jacuzzi, the floor, the dining room table, the kitchen, and near the fireplace the couple took full advantage of their repressed sexual urges in every position imaginable. Now it was time to leave for their flight to England. Packing what little he could in one suitcase, the scarlet haired woman informed him that she would replace his belongings once they arrived in London. Never in a million years would the blue eyed escort believe he would be linked to a powerful magic user especially one who could switch genders at will. He began to drag out his rolling carry-on as he waited for Reegan to come out of her bedroom. A few minutes passed yet it had not been Reegan that stepped out of the chamber but a red headed, masculine looking, slender gentleman wearing a pair of designer jeans and a V-neck white t-shirt. Trevor looked surprised. "Regan!" he exclaimed. "You're going out as a guy this time?" "Yeah," said the magical being in reference to his male form. "If a Demon attacks us, I want to be prepared. Being in my male body would keeps us safe." He paused. "Plus, it will calm down our libido. I can think with a clear head when I'm a guy and that you won't come on to me even with the ethery binding us." The escort flashed a wicked grin. "Don't be so sure about that. Remember I'm bisexual so this little trick you're pulling isn't going to stop me from getting into your pants." Grabbing the belt loop of the Regan's jeans, he pulled the warrior closer holding him against him to feel the first stirrings of the gigolo's rising erection. Casting his eyes down, the scarlet haired man knew that his companion was not joking. Damn him! Keeping his composure, the magician pushed him away. "Trevor! There's plenty of time for that later," he noted. "We don't want to miss our flight." "I was hoping to catch the next one," the escort growled. Tossing the crimson strands of his lover's hair, Trevor leaned in for a kiss. "Trevor! Be serious!" Regan told him. Lifting the gigolo off of the ground, the dark brown haired man realized that the sorcerer was not kidding. "Okay! I give! I give!" "Good," smiled the immortal magic user setting him down. Slipping the handle of his magical Louis Vuitton luggage over his shoulders, Regan flashed a shiny, new metal watch on his wrist. Trevor took note of it and complimented him on it. "Nice watch. I haven't seen anything like it." He was right. The watch had a sleek feature with the face engraved with ancient Celtic markings. "Thanks. It certainly is a rare item," the red headed man remarked. "That's because it's the Pendragon dagger that I magically transformed into this watch. No Demon will know that I'm carrying a weapon and neither will Chapter 9: The Flight 58
Changeling Heartbreaker airport security." "Smart," said Trevor. "Ready to go?" "You betcha!" Checking out of the lobby of the Hotel Simon, no one suspected the two men leaving the establishment. The valet got their rented Mustang and the duo drove to Vegas's McCarran's International Airport. Once there, they checked in their bags and picked up their first class tickets. Regan conversed with the ticket agent before his eyes directed their attention to the overhead television set in the lobby broadcasting a late breaking story. "Police are still investigating the mysterious explosion that took place yesterday evening at the newest hotel, The Paradise, located on the Las Vegas. Investigators are still trying to determine if the fire had been caused by a gas leak or if foul play had been involved. Ten guests who had been staying near the fiftieth floor of the hotel where the the explosion took place have been admitted to the E.R. Two are in critical condition. The F.B.I. and the C.I.A. have been called in to determine if this had been possible terrorist attack especially with the G.O.P. event being hosted here last night. Law enforcement do not have any leads at this time..." "Holy shit!" Trevor whispered. "Last night's Demon battle got on the news. This is getting out of hand." "I agree," said Regan. "Let's keep a low profile until we get to London. We don't want humans mixed up in all this magical war crap. To them, Demons don't exist and we're going to have to keep it that way." An announcement at the gate gave them a sense of relief as they boarded their flight. Once in midair, the two men were able to relax in first class as Regan admired the view from clouds while Trevor ordered a drink from the stewardess. Sipping his glass of vodka, the dark brown haired man stared at the male redhead sitting across from him. "Care to share?" Regan shifted his focus to his companion. "I was thinking about what you said. About being attracted to me even when I shift into a guy." The gigolo gulped drop of his beverage. "That's because it's true. I am attracted to you no matter what Changeling form you take, man or woman." "How did you know you were bisexual?" asked the sorcerer. "I mean I know sexual orientation is determined by the individual not by other people say you should be but I've thought a person knows they are gay or straight. That there is no in between." "And I find insinuation that bisexuality is a myth insulting," noted the escort. "Like any sexual orientation, it is something you're born with. You either know you prefer the company of women or the company of men. Then there are people like me who are attracted to both genders." "In general or is there something specific that you like about each sex?" Regan inquired. 'I can find the appeal in both," the dark brown haired hunk described. "The alluring scent and soft feel of woman's feminine curves to the hard, strong exterior of a man's body. Each gender I feel connection and I have no shame in being in the company of either sex. So to answer your question, I enjoy both in my bed." "So being involved in porn helped you explore both sides of the coin?" Chapter 9: The Flight 59
Changeling Heartbreaker "Porn or even prostitution is mainly work," the gigolo educated him. "There's no intimacy or connection between people. You're doing it for the money letting the other person get off while you become desensitize to it. Just simply two bodies working through the mechanics without any emotion. While we're on the subject of grilling me, why don't I ask you a few questions? Regan, have you ever been with a guy?" A rough patch of turbulence hit the flight forcing the passengers to buckle up for safety as dictated by the signal light. Once the situation had passed after a couple minutes, Trevor again attempted reinstate the question. "I have to pee," Regan blurted out. "Excuse me." Unhooking his seatbelt, he proceeded to make his way toward the aisle. "You do know men pee standing up," the escort reminded him. "I know," the sorcerer drone. "I've been a guy for a couple centuries so I've learned to figure these things out." Walking down the aisle to the lavatory, the red headed man did his business and opened the door of the bathroom to leave. Blue eyes surprised him as strong hands pushed him back in locking the door inside. Trevor slammed the immortal man against the wall of the airline bathroom. Sexual heat emitted from the gorgeous escort's body as Regan felt himself submitting willingly to the hunk's control. "Ever joined the Mile High Club?" "Trevor!" Regan gasped. "I'm not going to have sex with you in airplane toilet. Not while I'm..." "A dude!" the gigolo finished his sentence. "Regan, you've never been with a man while you were in your male form, have you?" The magician shook his head. Smiling with satisfaction, the blue eyed gentleman kissed him letting feel the both the force of his lips and tongue with his own. An electrical surge flowed through the red headed man as strong, masculine hands unbuckled his belt and toyed with the buttons of his jeans. Regan broke away from the kiss. "Trevor! I've never even touched myself down there as a guy!" "Good," he reassured him. "I'll be your first." Sounds of the metal zipper being pulled down excited the sorcerer. Trevor's nimble fingers tugged the denim down to his ankles leaving Regan clad only his white cotton briefs. "Tighty whiteys!" Trevor teased. "I'll have to teach you about wearing designer men's underwear later." Peeling the fabric down to join the wrinkled denim at his ankles, Regan felt the blood starting to pump through his groin reaching his shaft now being massaged by his lover's hands. Exploring the small crimson hairs of the man's sack, the gigolo teased the undercarriage with his tongue forming a line of saliva across the skin moistening the round flesh with his mouth. Tickled by these new sensations, Regan sighed as the escort knelt in front of his groin slowly making his way to his sex that ached in response. A flick of a wet tongue massaged the opening of the head before masculine lips pressed into the awaiting opening. Rough hands found their way around his bare buttocks pressing into the flesh as the flaccidity of his Chapter 9: The Flight 60
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London, England An awkward silence drifted in the car that they rented. Since touching down at London's Heathrow Airport, the red headed sorcerer said nothing to his companion except for a few words such as get in the car and don't talk to me. Trevor could sense his lover's disapproval of him and gave Regan an opportunity to simmer inside the vehicle. It was going to be a long ride to his mother's place. Ten miles from city of London, the escort took in the scenic sights of the English countryside as the little Trident made its way down the road. Fascinated by idea of British citizens driving on the opposite side of the road, Trevor marveled at the panoramic view of the rolling green hills and lush foliage of trees. Los Angeles certainly paled in comparison to this majestic tourist attraction just ripe for photo capturing. The blue eyed gigolo appreciated his lucky opportunity. Inside their tiny Trident, Trevor hoped to break the ice. "You're mad at me. Look I'm sorry Regan." "I'm more than mad Trevor," grit Regan watching the road from the driver's seat on the right side of the vehicle. "I'm furious. I can't believe you took advantage me when I'm in a man's body on that flight! I didn't grant you permission to seduce me!" "That's not what your body was telling you," said the escort propping an elbow against the passenger window. "You wanted me just as I much as I wanted you. I don't know understand why you're becoming upset by this! It's just two men sharing an intimate, pleasurable moment." "You arrogant prick!" shouted the red haired gentleman. "Not everyone is susceptible to your charms! Maybe you forced me into receiving a blowjob! Ever think about that? This is rape! Sexual assault! Men can get rape too! I've watched Oz on HBO!" Shocked by the accusation, the gigolo set him straight. "Are you out of your fucking mind? When did this conversation turn into male rape? You were just as consensual as I was at that moment! And from what I've seen, you're weren't exactly fighting me off. Remember Regan, you're super strong in your male body so you could have broken me in half like toothpick if you wanted to!" "Shut the fuck up!" "No I won't!" Trevor continued. "I think the real reason you're lashing out is because you're scared! You terrified to admit that you enjoyed your first sexual experience as a guy! That you're too afraid to get in touch with the masculine side of yourself and would rather suppress it than accept it! Either that or you're a homophobe!" Screeching tires hollered across side of the dirt road when Regan slammed the brakes. Luckily driving along a rural area with very few vehicles driving behind them preventing them for getting into an accident. His flushed face turned to the gigolo sitting next to him to shoot a murderous look. "You son of bitch!" screamed the magician. "How dare you accuse me of being homophobic? I have funded GLBT causes for over four decades and have done activist work in support of gay message. I've met and worked with people who are transgendered even to the point of being counseled by them to help deal with my own insecurities and sexual identity! You don't know a thing about me asshole so shut the hell up! I'm not going to sit here and let some money grubbing whore tell me who I am! Especially one who fucks a woman Chapter 10: The Trip 62
Changeling Heartbreaker one day and chooses a man the next! How is a person suppose to compete with that?" Stunned by his words, Trevor practically figured out the origin of his resentment. "Who said anything about competing? What can't a person have both? Sharing is caring. If I didn't know better, it sounds like you're jealous of yourself." "What!?!" shouted Regan offended by the comment. "I AM NOT JEALOUS OF MYSELF! That's ridiculous!" "Oh my God you are!" the escort laughed. He guffawed loudly in the car as the sorcerer glanced at him completely pissed by his theory. Aching pains throbbed down his sides. "Hahaha! Oh this is too funny! You're trying to compete with your feminine half! No wonder you have schizo issues! Hahahaha!" Annoyed, Regan responded. "You're a dick! You know that?" "I...know..." Trevor managed to inhale some air. Wiping the happy tears from his eyes, he unbuckled his seatbelt to lean in close to Regan. Lifting his chin with his palm, the escort gave an affectionate peck on his lips. "Regan, you don't have to compete with your feminine side. I want you both in either form and this is not because of the ethery. I genuinely care about both your well being. Don't ask me to choose." He cared about him? Both sides. The sex worker empathized with the Changeling. No one ever really understood what he was going through. Not even his mother. Even after five hundred years, the Demon Killer still had not figured this whole gender thing out. Yet after speaking with Trevor, it seemed he finally found someone who comprehended his troubles. Regan's coldness melted. He never thought anyone really comprehended his perspective. Both their viewpoints. Someone who could sympathize with the feminine mystique that was Reegan or the masculine warrior that made up Regan. Here was a man who willingly exploited his body who seemed to know more about each personality and gender of both individuals and did not care what others perceived of him. Finding the confidence within himself, the scarlet haired gentleman unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned in close to touch Trevor's lips. One again an electrical surge shot through their bodies the moment the mouths met. Closing his eyes, Regan tasted the masculine feel of his tongue teasing him unleashing a flurry of moans, whispers, and pants that could only be explained as manly heat. Stroking the back of his lover's hair, the sorcerer lifted his gaze to the escort's blue eyes and knew it he truly belonged to him. Withdrawing from their arms, the magician shyly looked away. "Trevor, what I said earlier...I didn't mean...I was just angry..." The gigolo put a finger to the immortal man's lips. "Shhhh. It's okay. It's true sometimes. I can be a moneygrubbing whore but with you or Reegan, I love being YOUR moneygrubbing whore." His little comment caused Regan to giggle. The sorcerer turned on the ignition of the car and pulled out back on to the road. After fifteen minutes, the vehicle turned toward a stretch of highway with the sign saying Iantown. The Trident exited into the area where Trevor could see quaint, little town with a large fishing pier up ahead. Turning into the parking lot of a small, dilapidated, boarded up restaurant called The Lake Lady, Regan parked the vehicle in front of the establishment and got out. Trevor tagged along. "Well we're here," said the scarlet sorcerer. "My mother's cafe."
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Changeling Heartbreaker Silence surrounded the place as Trevor looked around to see the entire bay deserted including the fishing boats at the pier. "Where is everyone? It's like a ghost town here." "The townfolk are probably in the next village celebrating the annual Viking's Raid," explained Regan. "Iantown and their neighbors Allensworth plan a yearly festival where they reenact the famous battle between King Arthur's knights and the invading Vikings. It's a big deal with costumes, dancing, merriment, and parades. Usually both villagers will travel to the hosting town leaving the area deserted for the day. I guess Allensworth agreed to have the festival at their town..." A booming explosion shook the abandoned restaurant as flying debris of wood and plaster flew from the boarded up windows. Trevor and Regan ducked out of the way the moment they saw a wooden plank whiz past their heads. From the corner of his eye, the magician could see who had started the attack. Three Demons, ranging between various heights of 5'7 to 5'10, raced down the pier with their grotesque forms holdings bundle of cash in their hands. Chasing after them was an older woman in her late forties wearing a Bohemian dress. Running next to her was a three foot Demon, looking just as frightening, trailing after the monstrous trio. Regan and Trevor ran after them. "Larry! Stop those thieves!" ordered the older woman to the little Demon. The tiny Demon known as Larry stopped in his tracks before spewing a quick blob of acid at the shorter Demon hitting him squarely in the back burrowing a hole in the monster's dark, beating heart. Within seconds, the shorter of the three screamed and became surrounded by black mist which shot of its jagged mouth and dissipated into the ground while its body turned into ash and flame. Upon seeing their fallen comrade, the two Demons dropped the bundle of money on the pier and released their sharp talons in revenge preparing to attack. Lifting her hand to large a piece of broken glass nearby, she flipped her two fingers launching the jagged reflected surface with an invisible force striking the first Demon within view. Her strategy worked as the broken glass sailed through the hair slicing through the tough exterior of the monster's neck decapitating the hideous creature's evil head. Like clockwork, black mist shot from decayed mouth of the headless monster crashing into the bottom of the pier while its remains burst into a ball of fire. That left the last Demon. This time it was Regan's turn. Pressing the latch on his silver watch, the timepiece transformed into the Pendragon Blade which the sorcerer aimed the hilt at the final monster and threw it. Perfect precision took place as the weapon made contact to the creature's heart. Calling the blade back into her hand, she watched her target spew black mist which descended into the ground while the grotesque husk disintegrated in a pile fiery soot. Larry the Demon gathered up the rest of the cash in his arms just as the older woman came walking back up the pier to meet with Regan and Trevor. Holding her arms out for hug, the escort took note of how youthful she looked as her brown hair fell across her hippie dress. "Ree ree!" squealed the older woman. The gigolo noted the faint sound of an English accent in her voice. She sounded so prim and proper. "You've come to visit." She got a glimpse of Trevor. "And you brought a date! I'm so happy!" She gathered both men in an awkward group hug and kissed them both on the cheek. "Hello Mother," said Regan rolling his eyes. "Mother, this is Trevor Tanner. Trevor, my mother Nivian, the Lady of the Lake. Trevor knows all about me Mother so you don't have to pretend."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "At least I don't have to erase your memory then," her mother made a funny face. "Oh come now! I'm living in the human world! It's Nancy now! Nancy Ambrose-Pendragon but I prefer Nancy Ambrose." "I always wondered about your last name Pendragon," he turned toward Regan. "You should have kept it. It sounds so comic superhero." "A bit high falluntin' if you ask me," droned Nancy. "That's why I changed it over the centuries. Plus, I didn't want to be associated with the whole King Arthur and Camelot nonsense. Too many copyright lawsuits. That's why Regan here and I took the last name Ambrose." "Actually Pendragon is King Arthur's real last name," Regan added. "Merlin had been friends with his father King Uther Pendragon that he bestowed his last name to Merlin binding the monarch and Father as brothers. After Arthur's death and Merlin's imprisonment, I needed to disguise my identity in order to prevent Demons from hunting me. Ironically, I came upon a bard who went mad from his days as a solider on the battlefield. He had the gift foresight and had visions of Camelot and Merlin. He eventually was sent to an asylum where he died there. I took his last name to better suit my needs. His name was Merlinius Ambrosisus or Merlin Ambrose." "And that is where your last name Ambrose comes from," remarked Trevor. "Precisely. The name Ambrose has safeguarded us for centuries," she lifted an eyebrow at Regan. "I see Regan you're visiting me in your male Changeling form. I'm glad you starting to accept the part of you that is a man." "It's mostly for protection Mother," corrected the sorcerer. "Particularly when I'm guarding Trevor here. Mother, Galowyn's dead." "Galowyn's dead?" she gasped. "Oh my...then all is lost. We can't free your father without the key." "Actually that is the reason why we're here," said Regan. "Before Galowyn died, she said in her prophecy that she would pass along her power to Trevor here. Apparently, Trevor is the new key. Do you know what that means and if that is even possible." "Well if Trevor here is the new key, then there is hope that he can help us free Merlin," said Nancy. "The only thing I'm wondering is how and why such a legacy was past on to you." "I guess I was lucky," joked Trevor. "Anyway it doesn't matter," she responded. "The important thing is that you're all safe. My child is a skilled Demon Killer and will protect you from evil. Now that you're the key, your life is in grave danger so we have to get you to safety. The Demons won't stop until they have Trevor to use in their plot to unleash Hell on Earth." "Don't remind me," the escort remarked. "These Demons killed the people most closest to me." "And they won't stop until they finally have you in their clutches," Nancy informed him. "For now we must keep you safe." "But why would Galowyn make Trevor the key?" asked Regan. "This does not make any sense."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "I don't have the answer to that. That is why I'm enlisting the help of the Fae," reassured the older woman. "Trevor and Regan, we're going to Avalon! The Fairies there are even older than me and can answer all our questions! They know more than me and how to deal with situation. For now you must trust me." The duo heard clapping and turned around to see Larry the tiny Demon applauding. Stunned by evil thing's support, Regan directed his question to his mother. "Mother, what is a Demon doing here?" he asked. "Oh Larry?" Nancy laughed. "He's harmless. He's a sloth Demon. They are so lazy that they refused to do anything evil unless there is something in it for them. Even Hell doesn't want them since they're useless and take up too much space. I hired the little guy and he's doing a bang up job around the place." "What does he get in return?" the scarlet sorcerer inquired. "All the junk food he can eat and a marathon of Real Housewives of New Jersey on satellite television," said Nancy. "Larry prefers to sit on the sofa and watch television all day. No wonder Hell booted him out." "What about those three Demons that attacked us earlier?" Trevor jumped in. "Oh those," the older woman commented. "Greed Demons. Not as powerful but truly annoying. They possessed a group of hoodlums and stole money from my safe. That was my remodeling money. I was going to use it to makeover my cafe." The sign of the of the restaurant toppled over as soon as she said that. "Okay it needs a little work but I think it's coming along nicely. Trevor and Regan took a moment to review the appearance of Nancy's eatery. Broken windows dropped to the ground in bits of shattered glass. Wooded planks constructed around the walls seemed rotted and worn out. Up above the roof had been patched with bits of cardboard and paper. In short, The Lake Lady needed a lot of work. "Why don't you use magic to spruce the place up?" suggested Trevor. "Trevor, I've lived for centuries and one thing I've learned is that magic can't fix everything," Nancy explained. "Plus, where is the satisfaction of doing the hard work yourself if you make everything so easy? I want to be proud of the work I've accomplished by not taking the easy route." A rumbling noise vibrated at the pier. Larry the Demon slapped his claws to his face making impersonating either the image of The Screamer painting or the kid from Home Alone just as the group observed the building topple over into a pile of lumber, demolished glass, and concrete. Swatting at the enormous cloud of dust and dirt, Nancy widened her eyes in horror at her business now completely in ruin. Strong hands held her shoulders. "I think we should use magic to restore the cafe," Regan advised to his mother. "Good point," said Nancy. "We can work on that later. For now my house is on the other end of the lake from here. Larry makes a mean seafood chowder and we can chat a little. I want to know all about how you two met and if it's serious." "Mother!" exclaimed the scarlet sorcerer. "Trevor and I are not together! We're just friends." Examining the hunky man, Nancy eyed him a serious look. "You're sleeping with my son, aren't you?" Chapter 10: The Trip 66
Changeling Heartbreaker "Uh...yeah...sort of..." answered the escort not denying it. "Then you're in a relationship. Get over your baggage Ree Ree!" Nancy's House Trevor raked his eyes through the decor of Nancy's home. For a simple cottage atmosphere, the place was impeccably designed. From the antique furniture to the exotic artwork displayed on the wall, the gigolo could only assume one thing. The Lady of the Lake had expensive taste. Sitting at her dining table made of oak and Asian chippendale wood, the blue eyed hunk slurped the best seafood chowder he had ever eaten. To his right, Regan glanced down at his soup unable to face his mother who kept cross examining him at the table. Then Nancy did something unorthodox, she spoke up. "So Trevor how long have you've been a pornstar?" the Fairy mother asked bluntly. Both Regan and him nearly choked on their bowls of soup. "Mother!" shouted Regan. "You can't fool me Regan Ambrose!" she remarked. "I'm your mother and I have a sixth sense for things. Plus, I recognize Trevor Tanner from an adult film I saw online. I have to say Trevor that you have an impressive package. Then again you would know Regan first hand, wouldn't you?" The Demon Killer wished for Demon to attack him right then and there than to deal with answer his mother's question. Shifting his focus to the family room, he heard Larry the Demon snoring on the recliner with the television set playing episodes of The Price is Right. "Five years," admitted Trevor about his profession. "Are you talking about my gay films or the straight ones?" "The gay ones, of course," grinned Nancy. "I find gay porn films hot! Two gorgeous guys going at it! I saw one of your straight ones and I can tell that your female co-star kept faking her orgasms. Seriously, who screams that loud during sex?" "Uh...thank you?" he responded unsure of what to say. "Mother has a Doctorate in Psychology specializing in human sexuality and relationships," Regan informed him. "She is one of the leading sex therapists in the country next to Dr. Joyce Brothers and Dr. Ruth." "When you live as long as I have, you learn to try new things like getting an education," she revealed. "I have more degrees that I can handle from a being a medical doctor, to being a CEO of a fortune 500 company, and I can even enter the political arena and run for office. I'm more than just being some Lady of the Lake who goes around protecting some big metal sword. Dammit! I'm the Lady of the Lake whose an independent woman so hear me roar! Grrrrrr!" "No wonder you look familiar!" the escort exclaimed. "I read your article on how better please your partner in bed in Cosmo when I had to fluff myself for a scene! Regan, your mother's famous for improving sex techniques in the porn industry!"
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Changeling Heartbreaker The magician started to feel a migraine coming on. "Oh great." "Don't mind him," smiled the Lady of the Lake. "He's probably on his cycle. When he switches back to his female form, he'll even be more bitchy. Trevor, please tell me that you've succeeded in boinking my son?" "It's getting there," grinned the dark brown haired man. "I've tapped your daughter though. Many, many times!" Overjoyed with the news, the Fairy mother threw her arms up in the air in a fit of happiness. "Finally, my child has gotten laid again! Regan, what haven't you told me yet? I do hope you're using condoms though. Oh who cares, Fairies are immune to STD's! Glory Hallelujah!" Regan stood up from his chair and clapped his ears. "I'm not listening to this! Excuse me, I'm going to my room ALONE!" He raced up the stairs to shut the door. "Let him stew for a while," suggested Nancy. "He needs to cool off. Is there anything else I should know?" "Just one more thing," said Trevor. "I saved his life and was granted one wish. Well I wished for the ethery." The immortal Fairy turned her head away from him. A blank expression appeared on her face making the escort nervous. "I see." She said nothing for a few minutes for opening her mouth. Cocking her head to the side, she exhibited a wide grin and embraced him. "Welcome to the family!"
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Lying alone in bed, Regan thought about Trevor in the other room. He hated to admit it but his body ached for the gigolo's touch. Tossing to the side of his mattress, he forced his eyes shut and dreamed. 15th Century AD "Good form, your Majesty," complimented Reegan watching King Arthur practice his fighting stance with a mace taken from the armory shelf of the castle. Deep in the courtyard of Camelot, the English royal awaited news of the Viking conflict in the north from the red headed woman's lover. To rid himself of his boredom, he amused himself with an exhibition of his warrior skills. In her arms, she held the monarch's sword Excalibur, the blade that could cut through anything, while King Arthur made several hard swinging assaults with the metal weapon. Observing the beauty of the great ruler's warrior spirit, she silently applauded him each time the mace made contact with a dummy hanging from a laurel tree. "Your mind is elsewhere today Reegan," noted King Arthur slashing at the fabric of the dummy. "Why don't set down Excalibur and talk to me. I could use the company." "Forgive me your Majesty," she apologized setting down the royal's sacred weapon. Since he and her father Merlin were quite close, the monarch looked at her with the affection of an uncle. "I'm afraid my mind is truly elsewhere." "Is it due to your devotion of one of my knights?" asked the king. "Lord Zachariahs, perhaps?" Her cheeks turned crimson. The king could tell of her infatuation with his soldier. "I am afraid so, your Majesty. He has asked for my hand but knowing my father he will not allow such a union." Placing his hands on her arms, King Arthur kissed her forehead. "Merlin is a just a concerned father Reegan. He truly does love you and wants only the best for you. If you were my child, I would ask the same. Let me talk with him. We are friends and brothers, are we not? Perhaps I make him see reason." Small tears escaped her eyes as she kissed his hands. "King Arthur, if you can convince him that I am no longer a child tugging at his robes then perhaps he can see that my heart is true for this man. Please, make him believe." Embracing her close, he stroked her scarlet hair. "There there child. I will certainly make a case in your favor but I cannot promise you that he will see reason. However I shall try." "Thank you, your Majesty," she replied kissing his cheek. "Now please excuse me while deliver Excalibur to my mother." She picked up the heavy weapon and began to leave. "Please say hello to Nivian for me," said Arthur. "Let the Lady of Lake know my eternal gratitude to her and the rest of the Fae for protecting me." "I will," replied Reegan. "If ever you need your sword again in battle, your Majesty. Then simply call for it." With the mystical blade in her arms, she started to climb steps to the secret room to summon her mother. From there, the Lady of Lake would be called to safeguard the magical item from King Arthur's enemies. Chapter 11: The Betrayal 69
Changeling Heartbreaker She barely made it halfway down the hall when a loud skirmish grabbed her attention in the courtyard. Wrapping Excalibur in a cloth, she hid it the sword behind a wall tapestry and raced toward the battle sounds. Making her way to the center of the caste, she watched from the steps above an armored figure pressing a sword against King Arthur's battle axe who attempted to repel it. "Knave! You shall pay for your treason!" shouted the monarch of Camelot. "No you are one who shall pay Arthur!" hissed the knight. Pulling off his helmet, the figure revealed himself just as Reegan gasped from the stairwell. Tears welled up in her eyes the moment shock overcame her. "Zachariahs!" "His name is not Zachariahs!" screeched Arthur clashing his weapon against the rogue. Seeing the young waif in distress, he called out to her. "You've been deceived poor Reegan! It's Mordred le Fay! My sworn enemy's son!" "Do you not mean your son?" taunted Mordred. Murderous blue eyes shot through the English monarch as he confessed the revelation. King Arthur stared at him in horror. "Yes, Father! I am truly your flesh and blood begat from an incestuous union you made with my mother, Morgan le Fay! Your enemy and half sister!" "NOOOOO! YOU LIE!" screeched the monarch. "No Father!" laughed Mordred. "It's all true! My mother has sent me to avenge her honor. The very same one you stole from her when you decided to lie with her in her chambers! She is reclaiming what is rightfully hers by birthright!" King Arthur refused to hear anymore as he swung the battle axe at the rogue knight who dodged the attack. Mordred grasped his sword in his hand forcing the English royal to watch in horror as flames lit up along the blade of its wielder surprised by the fact that the fire had not burned its wielder. "Behold Father!" announced the evil knight. "The sword of the angel of vengeance Amitiel! A gift from my mother who killed the angel and stole it from him. Not as powerful as your Excalibur but useful for its task. The very weapon that shall be your undoing!" Thrusting the blade forward, it sank through the protective armor that monarch wore piercing through the metal and ripping through the heart of good king. Reegan cried in response to seeing her fallen king meeting his demise at the hands of her lover just as Mordred withdrew his bloody blade from Arthur's chest. "Mordred!" she wailed. Stomping down the steps, tears stained her dress as she lifted her eyes to what remained of her king. Staring at the body of her ruler on the ground, her face turned pale at the realization he was dead. "Forgive me Reegan," pleaded the rogue. "I did not wish for you to be involved in all this. Please understand that England shall be a better place once my mother ascends to the throne. We can still be together." Rage flashed across her tear filled eyes turning from green to a ghostly white. Connecting all energies of the room around her, she bent it to her will, shaped it into one giant ball, and focused on her target. Light flashed sending an invisible barrier at Arthur's killer knocking him back against the stone wall cracking the foundation. A sickening snap could be heard as Mordred felt his arm shatter. Pain shot through the right side of his body as he sadly glanced at his lover coming toward him surrounded by every ounce of Fairy magic in her blood. Chapter 11: The Betrayal 70
Changeling Heartbreaker He pleaded to her. "Reegan...please," he begged. "Forgive me for my betrayal. I love you no matter what you might think of me. This had to be done for my family's honor..." "Liar!" shouted Reegan. "You have no honor sir! You never loved me! You used me! You are incapable of love! You've murdered my king and his death shall not go unpunished!" Calling forth the energies again, she drew upon an even greater sphere of power and directed the light to shoot forward in Mordred's direction. The energy started to release with her pulling the trigger then... Another wave of power shot back at her disrupting her spell sending her toppling with such force down the flight of steps. Landing hard on the ground, she felt the pain rush through her body as she attempted to get up dazed from the attack. Feeling her body for cuts and abrasions, she slowly lifted herself up to see her sniper standing near her wounded son. Wearing a regal gold gown, Morgan le Fay's dark hair and blue eyes made her an alluring creature but that all quickly faded away as soon as the witch began to assault everyone in the room with her magic. Wicked laughter echoed from her voice as she glanced at the scarlet haired girl with loathing. "How dare you harm my son?" hissed Morgan le Fay to Reegan. "Merlin's daughter! You shall pay for your insolence!" "Mother, no...please you promised no harm would come to Reegan..." pleaded a hurt Mordred. "I love her..." "Hush Mordred!" snapped Morgan. "You are weak! You know nothing of this Fairy's seductive powers! I shall make her pay to serve as example to those who defy me!" Raising her hands, a huge fireball ignited from her palm which the evil sorceress meant to use on the red headed young woman. "Now die Daughter of Merlin!" Large gusts of wind blew out the flames out of her hand just as a large tornado descended upon the center of the courtyard. Once the winds stopped, Merlin in brown robes stood in full view of the witch ready to do battle. Striking the stony ground with his staff, he placed a palm toward her direction in objection to her powers. "Morgan le Fay!" instructed Merlin. "By the order of Camelot, I charge thee with murder and treachery and you shall be tried for the killing our great King Arthur!" "Camelot is mine old man!" shouted Morgan le Fay. "I am the true ruler of England! No one shall stop me not even you!" Propelling a few magical fireballs at the grand wizard, the great sorcerer deflected them all just as Merlin threw a few bolts of his own at the evil witch. However both appeared evenly matched while objects in their path became destroyed in their mystical battle. Neither could be harmed by their magic. "You shall not deny my birthright Merlin!" screamed Morgan. "Camelot was never yours to begin with," replied Merlin. "Now surrender witch!" "Never!" hissed the sorceress. "Very well old man, if you deny me my birthright! I shall destroy the one thing that you treasure most! Your daughter!" Pointing a finger at Reegan, a large streak of electricity shot from Chapter 11: The Betrayal 71
Changeling Heartbreaker her hand leaving the red headed woman vulnerable. "NOOOOOOO!" screamed Merlin. Hoping to avert her magic, he conjured a shield around his only offspring. However it was too late. The combination of the two magics surrounded her splitting apart Reegan's molecules separating them into the universe only to rebuild them from scratch. Each component restructured transforming soft curves into hard flat muscle. Slender limbs became more defined and well toned while the feminine aspects of her body became truly male. Reegan's long hair shortened to a small cut as her voice deepened into a lower masculine tone. Lifting herself from the ground, she glanced at herself in the reflective service of broken glass around her and saw that she had become a man. "Mother! What have you done?" Mordred begged. He attempted to rush over to his beloved only to feel an invisible shield barricading him. It was Merlin's doing. "You bitch!" snapped the great wizard. "Your abuse of power ends now! By the magic you've squandered in your quest for power, I invoke a special punishment for you. Imprisonment!" Raising his hands in the air, an unexpected lightning storm filled the sky. Large winds surrounded the two as a gigantic wave of energy crossed through duo threading them together binding them as one. Morgan tried to use her power but became unable to. "Merlin you fool!" shouted the witch. "Your imprisonment spell not only entraps me but you as well! You too shall be a prisoner" "So be it," he smiled. Morgan le Fay screamed as her body lifted in the air. Casting her eyes on her hands, the flesh started to harden into stone as her body, her spirit retreated into the walls of the monument that would be forever dubbed as Stonehenge. For Merlin, he happily closed his eyes as saw the willow trees of Scotland surrounding him embracing him into their bark and his arms became branches and his legs sprouted into roots. From him, the other wooded greens welcomed waiting for the day to awaken him from his eternal slumber. Back at the castle, the spell started to lift as a naked red haired sorcerer crossed over to a hurt Mordred, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him. Struggling to breathe, the young man ignored his cries. "Let this be a warning Mordred," he said. "Leave Camelot and never return. Crawl back to rock you escaped under. For next we meet, I will kill you!" Dropping his foe back to the round, the dark haired knight struggled as he came up for air. The scarlet sorcerer started to walk away. "Reegan...wait!" coughed Mordred. "Don't leave me... This new form my mother has cast you with does not matter to me..I can help you undo this curse...Reegan, please I love you!" Displaying a side profile, the red headed man spoke. "I'll break this curse on my own Mordred. You made a fool out of me and for that I can never trust you! You have broken my heart. For that I can no longer lover you. In fact, I will shall not love another." His bare feet padded up the stone staircase. "Reegan!"
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Reegan no longer a part of me. I am Regan!" Mordred watched with sorrow his lover leaving him. Open his eyes, Regan stared outside the bedroom window. Moonlight shown through revealing it was still night. 1:00 a.m. in fact as evident by the alarm clock by his bedside. Turning to face the ceiling, the crimson haired man analyzed his dream. Memories of his lover's betrayal still hurt and even though centuries have past he had not completely gotten over it. That is why he had shut his heart for all these years. Then Trevor Tanner opened it up again. Remembrance of the emotions started to flood back again allowing to experience the same joy that he had lost so many years ago. He got up from his bed and made his way to the hallway right across from escort's room. Debating on whether to disturb him, he knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before decided to head back to his quarters. His apprehension was quickly answered when the dark brown haired man leaned against the doorframe wearing not a stitch of clothing and appearing quite virile. "I...uh...sorry I didn't mean to wake you," Regan managed to say. Trevor grinned in response grabbed his wrist to pull him inside and locked the door behind them. Slamming the red headed sorcerer against the closed door, the blue eyed man kissed him hard teasing his mouth lips once more as Regan shut his eyes allowing the feel of his tongue do all the work. "What made you change your mind?" asked Trevor nuzzling his neck. "I don't know," replied Regan. "I was thinking." Strong well formed hands stroked the shoulders of the t-shirt he was wearing before sliding down the side of the sorcerer's body to the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms. Regan held him close laying his head against the gigolo's shoulder as he explored the bare flesh of the man's muscular back feeling the structured, sculpted grooves of his skin. "I've missed you," smiled the escort. Blue eyes looked at him admiration making the immortal magician sense the warmth in his belly. He connected his lips to the brown haired gentleman and teased their mouths repeatedly. Withdrawing his mouth, Regan soaked his lover's handsome face in the darkness. Dark brown hair that complimented his chiseled features. Blue eyes that reminded him of the bluest lakes. More importantly, it was the way the man looked at the sorcerer. It was more than affection, more than adoracion. It was completely beyond devotion. Something that transcended emotion. It was time for him to confess. "Trevor," said Regan. "I know we haven't known you long but I want to thank you for everything. For opening my eyes to my feelings that I kept locked up for a long time. It's true what you said earlier. I was jealous of the part of that was Reegan. She truly is the stronger person. I don't mean in brute strength but in the way she survived and lived through the pain. I was a coward not able to reconcile the male part of me and learn to compromise and live with it." "Trevor..." his lover protested. "Please let me finish," the crimson haired man replied. "When Mordred betrayed me, I didn't want to believe in love anymore. It hurt too much to invest my heart into someone only to have it broken in the end. That is why I closed myself off for so many years. Being a Changeling allowed me to do that. I used that excuse Chapter 11: The Betrayal 73
Changeling Heartbreaker exploiting the fact that being a gender bender would prevent me from being loved. I mean who would want a freak like me anyway so I hid behind Regan so I wouldn't have to feel." "That's where you're wrong Regan," answered the blue eyed escort. "I WANT YOU! Both as Reegan and as this. No matter which sex you decide on, I want the person inside and I'm not just saying that because of the ethery." "I know," the magician smiled. "That is why I'm not afraid anymore when I say this. I love you Trevor Tanner. I know you may not feel the same way about me but I wanted you to know. I can live with that but I thought you should know...' Trevor cut him off with a kiss. An electrical surge drifted through their bodies before he broke his lips off from Regan's. "Can I speak now? I love you too Regan Ambrose. Yeah, I know what I said about not giving away my feelings but you're nothing like anyone I've ever met. I didn't think I could feel love because of how damaged I was but you somehow broken through my barriers so I'm saying it again. I love you. Whether you are Regan or Reegan, you both are mine!" Soft tears drifted through the red haired man's eyes. Someone actually loved him. Sighing with happiness, he felt the hard embrace of the hunky naked man holding him tight as their lips pressed against one another in a moment of euphoria. Teasing a tongue inside his ear, he heard his lover whisper. "Let me make love to you tonight Regan," the escort suggested. "Let me teach the pleasures of being a man." "Yes," agreed Regan agreed. He held Trevor's hand as he led him toward the bed.
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"Do you trust me? The fact is that Regan did trust Trevor. Kneeling on the bed in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, he watched the gorgeous escort slowly approach the mattress. Lifting his hand to the blue eyed gentleman's lips, the crimson haired man inhaled a breath the moment his mouth touched his skin. Pulling his face toward the gigolo, their lips met providing time for their mouths, tongues, and teeth to massage each other in preparation for their passion. Rising his head to examine the muscular contour's of Trevor's chest, the sorcerer placed a hand to the hard grooves and concave lines of the hunk's perfectly squared physique. Tracing a line with his finger across the tribal tattoo on his chest, he lowered down the brick layered structure of the handsome man's abdomen right down to the shaved hairs of the escort's pubic area. In salute of him, Regan watched his enormous member grow large rising in response to green eyes watching him as it nearly touched the surface of his stomach. Amazed by his size and girth, the immortal magician felt nervous about that part of him being poised for Trevor's pleasured. "Go ahead it's all for you," grinned Trevor. Not wanting to disappoint his lover, Regan lowered his head. First suckling the top surface of his shaft before gradually allowing the erect member to enter into his mouth. Bare skin massaged his tongue as he listened to the man groan in pleasure. Little by little, his lips accommodated the enormous sex until finally he consumed it all allowing it to tickle his tonsils. "Oh shit!" remarked Trevor in surprise of the man swallowing his sword. He caressed the scarlet tendrils of his lover's scalp as he watched him work him over in approval. Even Regan seemed impressed by his oral skills. Enjoying the taste of his sex in his mouth, he learned to develop of rhythm of his mouth rising and falling on his lover's hard shaft as he playfully listened to Trevor grunt with each movement of his lips. A droplet of salty seed fell from his lover's opening granting the red headed a man just a sample taste of his lover's sex. Gently lifting his lover's head away from his groin, the escort kissed him tasting his own pre-cum in the process as he turned the sorcerer to his side and placed him against the bed. Lifting the t-shirt of him, Trevor teased his masculine chest before sending a teasing kiss on his slender stomach. Finding the elastic of the sorcerer's pajama bottoms, he yanked them off until Regan laid in front of him in his white cotton briefs. "Tighty whiteys again?" he teased. "I sooo have to get you designer underwear." "Maybe you would like me out of them," purred Regan squirming them off his legs. Trevor growled. Now bottomless, he stroked the scarlet haired man's member with his hand until it finally grew hard in his palm. Regan moaned as he felt his lover kiss his nipples as his sex demanded attention. Placing the erect shaft in his mouth, the gigolo reciprocated the same pleasure to the sorcerer swallowing and consuming his member tasting the desire of his throbbing sex as the crimson haired man bucked in his mouth. Lost in the pleasure, the magician called out his lover's name. "Trevor...Trevor..." Regan's lips groaned. Chapter 12: The Boat 75
Changeling Heartbreaker Withdrawing his mouth off his lover's groin, Trevor found the sorcerer's lips and whispered his ears. "Regan, I want to be inside you. Will you let me?" Nervous and confused, the magician reluctantly agreed. Trevor reassured him. "Don't worry I'll make it pleasurable for you," he said. "I promise." Retreating from the bed, Regan observed his lover pull open the top drawer of the nightstand to take out a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms. For some strange reason, the container of Astroglide did not scare him but the Trojan XL Magnums did. "Thank your mother for the gifts. She gave me these and figured I could put it to good use." Regan rolled his eyes. "In Nancy's next career path, I'll convince her to become a nun." Trevor giggled as he returned to the bed. Kneeling in front of his lover, the blue eyed hunk ripped open the condom package and slipped the rubber on. Unscrewing the bottle of lube, he squirted the contents on the sheath and rubbed it up and down. "You know Fairies are immune to human diseases," said Regan delaying the inevitable. "STD's, AIDS, HIV. You can't catch anything from me." "I remember what your mother said," grinned Trevor. "But old habits are hard to break. Plus, I'm a firm believer in safe sex and I never believed in barebacking. I guess that it is why I wanted to quit porn." The scarlet sorcerer remained surprised. "So you're saying you're quitting the sex industry?" Leaning in close to kiss him, the blue eyed hunk smiled when he touched his lips. "Exactly. Now that I have you, why would I have want to go back to selling myself? It's time to do something meaningful with my life. Besides, we're bounded by the ethery so we have a long time to figure out what we're going to do together." Parting his legs, Trevor lifted Regan's legs and placed them against shoulders. Now I'm going to go slow. The anus has some sensitive nerves ending and if you touch the right spots, it can feel quite amazing. Relax and breath and I'll test you out with my finger first. Spreading a line of lube around his index finger, he moistening the tip then slowly entered the sorcerer's masculine entrance. The sudden invasion felt uncomfortable for Regan. "It feels weird," winced the scarlet sorcerer. His body wanted to expel the foreign object but his lover kept it in place. "Relax," replied the reformed gigolo. "Let my finger feel right inside you. It wants to push out. Let is squeeze until feels right. Don't fight it." Regan nodded. His inner muscles wanted to remove the single digit but slowly the nerve endings learned to accommodate him allowing the object to feel heavenly. "It...starting to feel...good..." "Good," replied Trevor. "I think you're ready." Withdrawing his finger, the blue eyed hunk secreted more of the lubricant inside the magician's cavity letting the cool liquid to feel moist inside. Regan laughed at the tickling sensation before the large protrusion of a shaft's head slowly flowed through the surface. "Trevor..." he gasped grabbing his lover's wrist. "It's too big..." "Shhhh," the former escort responded. "Relax. Breathe. Let your muscles do all the work." Chapter 12: The Boat 76
Changeling Heartbreaker In fact it did. The tightness in his opening started to open up. Each pressure of his lover's shaft separated him letting feel full allowing to feel the sensitive wonder of desire and his insides clenched wanted him more of him to burrow his way through. Regan bit his lip impressed by his ability to absorb the something so enormous as the mixture of lubrication and heightened sensitive nerve endings of his body threaded a wave of pleasure over him. "Uhhh...Trevor...you're so big!" grunted Regan. "Fuck me...please!" Aiming to satisfy his lover, the dark brown haired hunk agreed. Pressing his hips deeper into the crimson haired man, he watched as sinful desire washed over Regan satisfied in the illicit teachings he had unleashed upon the sorcerer. Inner muscles clenched hard against his huge sex as Trevor picked up the pace building a crescendo of music in their lovemaking. Youthful hands massaged the spine of his back as both men felt the surge of white hot heat coursing through their bodies. With the pressure building in glorious pleasure through his body, Regan felt his climax first. One more thrust of his lover's shaft inside his sacred cavity and he erupted. "Trevor! I'm cuuuuuuming..." he shouted spilling his seed on his stomach. "Me too! Ahhhhhh!" Trevor cried out exploding his orgasm through the rubber still in positioned inside Regan. Carefully withdrawing from him, he ripped off the prophylactic and tossed it in the waste paper basket by the side of the bed. Shifting his body, he placed a loving arm over his partner. "Any regrets?" He kissed the side of red haired man's cheek. "None," beamed Regan. That night the two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The next morning Nancy met with Trevor near the dock where a fishing boat laid in waiting. Glancing at the window of the steering wheel, he saw Larry the Demon watching a soap opera through a mini black and white portable t.v. "He's driving?" asked Trevor concerned. "Of course," smiled Nancy. The Lady of Lake look ethereal wearing a flowing white tunic dress with flowers in her brown hair. "You didn't think we're going to swim to Avalon? I may be the Lady of Lake but even I cannot carry everybody over the water." "Since we're on the subject," said the blue eyed hunk. "I always wondered if the Lady of the Lake was a mermaid. I mean you do breath underwater?" "Of course I can," giggled the immortal Fairy. "But no I'm not a mermaid or a water nymph or a sea sprite. Though they do exist and are distant cousins related to us." "Mermaids exist?" asked Trevor shocked. "Of course," replied Nancy. "Every supernatural creature is related to the Fae. However their appearances are different and all are not created equal. Look at Regan, he might be a Fae but he doesn't have butterfly wings and he can't breathe underwater." Chapter 12: The Boat 77
Changeling Heartbreaker "Oh and another thing I've been curious about," added the former gigolo. "Do all Fariries have wings? I don't see any exactly on you." "Oh Heaven's no!" laughed the older woman. "You're confusing us with sprites. Sprites are teeny tiny Fae cousins who have insect wings. They about three inches tall and love to cause mischief around humans. Fairies have been accused of their crimes over the centuries for their shenanigans. If you remember our history, the Fae are related to angels who eventually clipped their wings when got stuck on Earth. Since then, none of the Fae have been able to fly. Well if you count buying a plane ticket." "Everyone ready?" The pair turned around to see a beautiful, emerald eyed female with her flaming hair pulled back into ponytail. Wearing an off shoulder ivory colored sweater with black leggings and boots, Reegan Ambrose greeted her lover and mother by the pier. "Sorry I'm late," she apologized. "I had to get ready." "Reegan! You're a woman again!" Nancy clapped. "Yeah," the Demon Killer answered. "I thought I would arrive in Avalon in my original form." Trevor winked at her acknowledging their early morning tryst. Reegan seductively smiled back happy to experience the sinful passions with a man who truly loved her in either gender she selected. In loving affection, she pinched his muscular behind in approval of the tight jeans he was wearing. Nancy quickly noticed the exchange and made comment. "Okay you two! Get a room later! I heard you two going at it this morning. The walls of my house are paper thin so I know you had gay sex today! Believe me, I'm happy for you both but please use good protocol when we meet with Morrigan in Avalon." Both Trevor and Reegan blushed. The former gigolo cleared his throat before speaking. "So exactly where is this enchanted Avalon?" "The mystical isle lies beyond these waters," explained Nancy. "It is concealed by magic and only supernatural beings like us are allowed passageway. Now if you two are done making googly eyes, let's get on the boat." "Wait, Reegan you forgot your Pendragon Dagger doohickey," noted Trevor. "You never leave home without it." "No problem," said Reegan giving a soft peck on the cheek. She raised her wrist to reveal a silver charm bracelet with a Celtic emblem at the end. "I turned it into a charm bracelet this time but it's sweet Trevor that you remembered. That's what I love about you. Your consideration for my well being." "Yeah yeah you love each other," clucked Nancy. "Can we go now? Avalon took longer to build than you two making a decision to board the ship." The trio boarded the fishing boat just as Larry the Demon pulled out of the harbor and drifted across the water. Soaking in the landscape of rocky mountains and green valleys, Trevor admired the scenic panoramic view while white cloud of mist began to cover the water. Immersed in dense fog, the former escort referred to Larry of their location.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Are we getting close Larry?" the reformed gigolo asked. "Yessss...thirty minutes...before we reach Avalon..." hissed the Demon. "Wheel of Fortune...is next...." Larry pounded the portable black and white television set hoping to get good reception. "We should be entering the island soon," noted Reegan holding Trevor's hand. Half an hour later, the dark brown haired, blue eyed reformed sex worker leaned against the rails as the mysterious fog lifted to reveal a large island in the distance. A modern metropolis of architectural wonder kept the mortal in awe as he watched in amazement the modern skyscrapers reaching the sky. Large thuds against the side of the boat captured his attention influencing the hunk to lean over the railing to see a group of beautiful topless women with fishtails touching the ship. "Mermaids," remarked Nancy pointing to them. "Real ones. Yes, they're beautiful but arrogant bitches. They'd sooner make you crash on to the rocks just out of spite." The fishing vessel got closer to shore allowing Trevor to take a better look at Avalon's residents. Mythical creatures such half man half horse centaurs and goat men called satyrs walked around wearing designer clothes or sporting the latest gadgets. Harpies, beautiful women with the bodies of birds, sported brand name handbags while wearing names like Dolce and Gabbana and Dior. Yet what surprised the former gigolo the most was a sphinx, half lion half women, driving a sportscar down a busy stretch of highway near the coast of the bay. Larry the Demon docked the fishing ship allowing the passengers to get out. No sooner had they reached the pier than two people, one female and one male, greeted them at the end of the pathway. "Sheila!" squealed Nancy giving the woman a hug. She looked to be of African descent wore a white business suit and seemed normal. That was until her eyes started to glow red. "Nancy, it's been ages since you've set foot in Avalon," smiled the woman named Shiela. She glanced at Trevor and turned cold. "Oh, you brought a human." "Oh lay off Sheila!" snapped her companion. The other gentleman wore punk clothing, sported a spiky green mohawk and began sprouting hair all over his body. A pair of canine teeth grew from his mouth as he growled. "It's good to have human visitors to shake this boring place up." "Forgive me...what is your name?" asked Sheila. "Trevor. Trevor Tanner," the reformed gigolo extended his hand. She refused to shake it. "Well Trevor Tanner," informed the woman. "We normally don't get humans in Avalon due to our bad history with them. Avalon is mystical sanctuary for supernatural beings and has remained secretive from the mortal world for centuries. We would appreciate it if we kept it that way. I am Sheila Robespierre. I am also a vampire and just to summarize my species. No, we don't glitter in the sunlight. Yes, we can walk in the daylight. No, we don't have fangs. Yes, we drink blood at least once a day. No it does not have to human. And no I can't turn into a bat. Any other questions?" Trevor shook his head. "Good," remarked Sheila. She then turned to her partner. "This is my mate Hans. He is a werewolf and has a rebellious streak. Sometimes I wonder why I chose him at all."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Because you love my big dick!" Hans the werewolf laughed. Ashamed, the female vampire turned red. "Oh that's nothing, Sheila is one screaming banshee especially when she lets me eat her..." "Okay," Reegan jumped in. "Uh...Sheila. The reason why we're here is that one of Hell's generals plans on unleashing the Demon gateway into this world. I'm trying to find a way to stop it. Trevor here is the key to opening such a portal. Mother suggested we talk to Queen Morrigan of how to stop it." "Of course," Shiela said with concern. "You couldn't have arrived at a better time. Come we must go to her quarters. She'll tell us what to do." The group followed the vampire into the big city. Hopefully, Morrigan had all the answers.
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Morrigan's Chambers "Fuck me you big stud! Come on and fuck me!" Queen Morrigan of the Fae screamed in delight as the three Drow elfen studs servicing her made her climax repeatedly. Taking turns consuming the hard sexes of two of them, she felt a big cock slam into her wet cleft from behind as dark masculine hands grasped her hips and guided himself into her. Drow elves, identified by their purplish, black skin, pointed ears, and pale white hair, have proven to be capable warriors both on the battlefield and in the bedroom so the trio had much to prove to their Fae monarch. Tossing her auburn hair to the side, she licked away each surface of the dark, erected shafts consuming both between her lips while her lips kissed the delicate flesh surrounding them. From behind her, the Drow elf named Harry made good use of his queen's moist pussy bucking his hips into her velvet folds sinking himself in her sinful decadence. Desirous moans vibrated around the room as the foursome submitted to the pleasure flooding the chamber. "I...want...another inside me now!" Morrigan ordered. Flipping herself on her back, she spread her pale legs in the air as the Drow elf Tom positioned himself between her thighs. Harry took his place next to the other warrior Dick sharing their shafts on the queen's eager mouth. Shutting their eyes, both elves drifted into the sinful sensations being experienced. Yet the pleasures had not stopped there, the wanton queen forced Tom on to his back while she rode him wildly as one riding a stallion. Capturing Harry's mouth in her mouth, she lifted her hips signaling for Dick to enter her as well. "Fuck me Dick! Fuck my ass!" Morrigan demanded. "I want both dicks inside me!" Dick heeded his queen. Thrusting his hard sex into her backside, the pressure of his hips combined with the overwhelming push of Tom's shaft inside her had been too much. Caving in to the wicked delights, she swallowed Harry's cock drowning out her cries of satisfaction as a wave of white hot heat surged through all their bodies. Both Drow elves erupted first. Dick's shaft spreading his seed across the surface of her bare buttocks while Tom's fluid shot on to her stomach. Not wanting the pleasure to go away, Morrigan kept Harry's sex trapped in her mouth the moment he cried out to fill her throat with the remnants of his saltiness. She happily swallowed every dropped. All four collapsed on the bed spent at the same time a loud knock echoing from her door. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" she yelled through the chambers. "I'M BUSY!" "Sorry your Majesty for disturbing you," murmured the servant at her door. "But Sheila Robespierre has brought visitors to discuss something important. They've even brought a human with them." She quickly sat up on the bed. "A human?" No human has ever set foot in Avalon for centuries except for the wizard Merlin. Pushing her Drow studs out of the way, she pressed her face to the door. "Tell them to meet me in the Grand Hall. I just needed to freshen up." Chapter 13: The Prophecy 81
Changeling Heartbreaker "Yes your Majesty," addressed the servant on the other side. Hearing the pitter patter of her employee leaving, the Fairy queen scrambled for her robe. "Don't just lie there you fools," she snapped at her Drow warriors. "Help me bathe quickly. I have guests to attend to." The three Drow servants eagerly obliged. The Grand Hall Thirty minutes past by giving time for Trevor to discover more about the mysterious place known as Avalon. The vampire Shiela Robespierre filled the former escort in on the details of the city and the daily workings of its supernatural citizens. From the mythical creature, the man learned that this mystical place had existed for centuries and serves as a sanctuary for the magical community away from the prying eyes of the human world. During this time Avalon's economy has flourished with the assistance of modern age inventions and innovations influenced by the mystical connections being shared in the corporate industry. Apparently the Fae has ties to magical creatures posing has humans and dominated the global market with their own secret weapon. Technology. In a world where gadgets, computers, and electronics control much of the planet's daily life, it came as no surprise to Trevor that members of the Fae created computers, the internet, software, video games, robots, and cell phones. No wonder the ancient city looks like a futurized version of a science fiction movie. "Well what do you think?" asked Reegan who caught her lover admiring an old Middle Age painting. "It's just incredible," remarked Trevor. "All of it. I just can believe that this is all real." "Realer than you and I put together," commented Nancy joining the pair. In the corner of the room, the vampire Sheila and her werewolf mate introduced an important individual coming up from a long hallway. Dressed in a designer business suit, the reformed escort noted the female's pointed ears that personified the Fairy image and commanded the room escorted by three burly dark, skinned elves with white hair. "Welcome everyone to Avalon!" greeted the woman. "For those new to our magical city, I am Queen Morrigan, one of the original Fae." She glanced at Reegan and her mother before casting an eye on Trevor. "Nivian, you've returned!" Embracing the Nancy, the Lady of the Lake smiled as the warm arms surrounded her. "How I've missed you." "And I as well," said Nancy. "Though I go by the human name Nancy now." The older woman turned to her daughter to introduce her. "Your Majesty, this is my daughter Reegan..." "The Changeling?" asked the Fairy monarch. "I've heard about you. Your exploits as a gender switching Demon Killer are legendary here on Avalon. Of course, I could not expect anything less from Merlin's daughter. Give me hug!" The Fae queen opened her arms wide as Reegan embraced the woman reluctantly. Sensing her apprehension, Morrigan pouted. "Oy vey! I don't bite!" commented the royal. "We're practically mishpocha! In fact, we are!" Chapter 13: The Prophecy 82
Changeling Heartbreaker Hoping not to offend the monarch, Reegan remained silent and confused. She turned to her mother for answers. "Honey, we're related to Queen Morrigan here!" remarked Nancy. "She's your great, great, great, great, great, grandmother on my side of the family, of course." "Give your Bubbe Morrigan some sugar," the Fairy queen leaned in close to the scarlet sorceress who have her a kiss. "Oy I'm all faklempt now. Anyone bring any Pepto Bismol?" None of her Drow bodyguards had any. "Oy, you think these cockamamie escorts would do their jobs. Ignore these nudnicks. Tom, Dick and Harry are useless!" "Umm I didn't know Queen Morrigan was Jewish," whispered Trevor to Reegan. "Actually I'm trying out Judaism," said Queen Morrigan. "The Fae have good ears! When you're immortal like us, you always want to try out some new things like religion. Catholicism, Kabbalah, Hinduism, Buddhism, Presbyterian, Mormon. I've tried Islam for a bit during the Holy Wars and found it wasn't my thing." She directed her attention to the blue eyed man. "And who is this good looking goy?" Licking her lips, she made the reformed escort nervous. "Trevor Tanner," he announced. "Human." "I can see that," she grinned. "But I sense something special within you. Though I'm not sure what it is. I know! You're Jewish!" "Well non-practicing," the dark brown haired man responded. "My real name is Rosenstein but I guess what you're sensing is the fact that I'm some mystical key." Queen Morrigan grasped Reegan's hand. "A human key and Jewish to match! I can just plotz! I bet he has big schlong too doesn't he? He looks like he does. No wonder you have a spring in your step." "Yes he does your Majesty," blurted out Reegan. Shocked by the admission, all Trevor could do was proudly smile. "Uh...er...that's beside the point. The reason why we're here is to discover the reason for Trevor being the key and what does this impending doom mean?" "Of course, what else would you be here?" remarked the monarch. "Now gather round and we'll start from the beginning." "As you know the great battle of Heaven and Hell occurred with the Fallen angels banished to the underworld for disobeying God's order. Those that remained on Earth were turned into the Fae. One such angel was the gatekeeper known as Sidheon. Sidheon's job was to ensure that all portals to Heaven, Hell and Earth were to be sealed off so that no one would cross into it. Instead of becoming a Fae, Sidheon relinquished his immortality and angelic powers to become human, marry and have children. In the end, his descendants would carry his bloodline that would serve as the doorway between worlds." "Demons have waited for centuries to open the doorway that connects Hell to Earth, the only thing that could open it is the blood of a key. None just any blood, mind you, but a Holy blood taken from God Himself. Only one man had God's blood in their veins and that was his son..." "Jesus Christ!" Trevor exclaiming solving the puzzle.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Exactly," continued Queen Morrigan. "If you read the Da Vinci Code, then you know all the conspiracies that Jesus had a child with Mary Magdalene were true. Jesus did have an offspring and from that union, his descendants were born carrying the blood of God in their veins. The Demons discovered that to fulfill the prophecy of unleashing Hell on Earth, they would have to combine the blood of a descendant of Sidheon with the blood of a descendant of Jesus Christ to open up the portal that would put an end to the planet." "And that is why they're after me," murmured the escort. "I'm the key. I have the blood of Jesus Christ in my veins. What Galowyn said was true, she was merely a pawn to find me." "Precisely," said the monarch. "But a key must require a door to open." She focused on Reegan. "Sidheon's children had children of their. Very special beings gifted with the power of magic. One in particular who is currently trapped in a mystical willow tree." "Merlin!" gasped Reegan. She and her father were related to Sidheon. She has his blood in her veins. "That means I'm related to Sidheon and that I'm..." "The gate the Demons will need to open the door," interrupted Queen Morrigan. Fear crept up on the couple as the monarch reassured them. "Do not worry child. Here on Avalon, we protect our own. No Demon would dare set foot on this place without us knowing. You're in safe hands." "I suppose that provides some comfort," said the scarlet sorceress. "Your Majesty, is there any way of stopping the prophecy from happening?" "Yes. Surviving."
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Whiltshire, England West of Amesbury and north of Salisbury, the monument of Stonehenge serves a testament to the prehistoric period that pre-dates Jesus Christ's birth and resurrection. Scholars believe it to the site to between the Neolithic and Bronze Age but for Mordred le Fay, it serves as a reminder of his mother's prison. Waiting for night to fall, the dark haired sorcerer knelt next to one of the tall columns to make a special prayer for the witch that conceived him. "Forgive me Morgan le Fay," he pleaded. "I have failed you." A rumble of the Earth shook the ground from where the evil magician stood. Attempting to get up, the dirt gave way under his feet causing the sorcerer to descend into a endless dirt ridden abyss. Landing hard against the ground, Mordred managed to roll on to his side to lessen the impact. Soil and dirt covered his face as he raised a hand to light the location he now had been placed. Bright rays mixed with shadows displayed an underground cavern compete with ravines and jagged rock. Getting up from the ground, his sides ached with pain as he took a moment to check himself for any broken bones. Not discovering any, he followed a path leading up a hillside slope. He made his way up the walkway until it led up to the edge before a chilling echo called to him. "Mordred...Mordred..." Searching for the origin, he found nothing. Then the voice called out again. "Mordred...Mordred..." It almost was a wailing sound resonating through the cavern. The voice cackled teasing him at every turn. "Where are you? Show yourself!" he demanded. The voice still would not. "Mordred...Mordred...Follow my voice Mordred..." The dark haired sorcerer heard it from the other side of ravine. Racing toward the other end of the path, he found the connecting rocky bridge and crossed. Then voice became louder. Believing himself one step closer to its origins, he sprinted in the direction of the sound passing the endless row of stalactites and stalagmites in his quest. Suddenly the voice crept up beside him. "Here Mordred...Here... Lifting his gaze, he focused the light from his hand to see a corporeal figure floating near the wall. Long dark hair blew against the shadows as her ornate gold gown reached over to touch him. Pale skin looked at him with sorrow as she reached her outstretched arms to him. "Mother!" he screamed. "I'm coming!" The transparent spirit vanished fading into the wall. Mordred climbed the endless amounts of rock pulling part each of the hard stone with his bare hands hoping to enter through the next corridor of the cavern. Leaving some room for him in the corner of the entrance, he squeezed himself through in time to see Morgan le Fay's Chapter 14: The Cave 85
Changeling Heartbreaker spirit guiding him forward. "Help me Mordred...This way..." Covered in mounds of dirt and dust, the evil sorcerer raced toward the direction of the witch's voice. Through the blurred darkness, he saw her in the distance remaining stationary at the center of a row of stone columns similar to Stonehenge. Lit torches on each side of the wall illuminated area exhibiting a circle with an inverted pentagram on the ground. Mordred looked at the spirit of his mother and spoke. "What is it you want me to do?" he asked. "Free me...Free me..." "How?" said Mordred. "I don't have the key." "Yes...you do...you're the key..." Dismayed by her words, the dark haired gentleman observed the ghost of Morgan le Fay flit around him until the hard stopping of cloven hooves forced him to turn around. Far off on the other side of the cavern, Mordred spotted an eight foot tall, large monster with horns and sharp claws roaring at him. Immediately, the sorcerer recognized his enemy. "General Niah'Sadrak," he gritted through teeth. "We meet again." Conjuring his flaming rapier, the blue eyed magician pointed it at the Demon. "Except this time, I'm going to kill you myself." "Arrogance...is a trait I do so admire...Mordred le Fay..." he hissed. "It's a shame that you won't be alive to enjoy your victory..." Charging after the creature, Mordred leaped forward with his rapier in hand and struck the first blow. Niah'Sadrak dodged the attack by jumping out of the sorcerer's path landing to second level of the stone circle. Wicked laughter spewed out of the monster's mouth as he watched his opponent carefully to toy with him. "Surrender now...your death shall be quick..." the Demon vowed. "Never bastard!" screamed the former knight. Climbing up the jagged wall to the next level, he poised for the next assault and prepared his rapier. Running toward the creature, he ran his sword through but did not anticipate the Demon's ability to parry warrior attacks. One quick swat with the back of his claw sent the sorcerer flying off the platform and down on to the dirt ground. "You shame yourself...as a warrior..." Enraged at this taunting, Mordred raised his hand drawing forth the energies around the room in one big electrical bolt. Aiming it at the target, he fired on shot. Blinding flashes hit the Demon squarely in the chest to which the monster laughed. Shocked by his magic failing him, the sorcerer felt helpless. "Merely a tickle..." Naih'Sadrak bellowed. He tossed a chain around his neck to reveal row of bells. "Have you forgotten...Morrigan's bells...as a deterrent to magic?" The Demon proved his point but wanted to emphasize it. Sharp talons opened wide into his decayed palm as ball of fire ignited his hand increasing his size. Another cackle screeched out its deformed mouth as the spherical flame flew from its hand and landed toward Mordred. Chapter 14: The Cave 86
Changeling Heartbreaker Managing to dodge out of its path, the former knight landed hard against the ground as fire licked at his legs. Small bits of pain throbbed on his skin as a pointed tail lashed at his back breaking open the flesh and ripping apart the back of his shirt. Scrambling to grab his fallen rapier, a rotted tendril ensnared him in its grip as it lifted him upside down to face the grotesque beast. Now at his mercy, Mordred could witness in frightened silence as the Demon examined him like a fish on bait hook. Beaten and bruised, his blue eyes scanned the cavern to see the corporeal spirit of his mother floating next to Naih'Sadrak. "Do you wish me...to be merciful?" asked the Demon. "Nooo..." replied the ghost of his mother. "Complete the bargain...bleed him..." Going in and out of consciousness, Mordred addressed his mother. "Why Mother have you betrayed me?" The spirit snickered wildly. "Because you have failed me. My own son could not free me from this prison so I bargained with the Demon in exchange for freedom and power. You are weak like your father, Mordred. You sired a child with a prostitute who became your beloved Reegan's lover. Yet, the biggest shame is the fact that you and your father are descended from the bloodline of Jesus Christ. That makes you a key. If the Demons cannot have your son, I offering them you instead." "And how will you be freed Mother?" he sneered. "Your corporeal body has been destroyed by Merlin. Even with my death, you shall not walk the Earth without a physical body." "Possession," she grimaced. "You die and your body shall prove as a suitable host for me. I shall have untold power when the Demons rule the Earth." "I tire...of this..." griped the Demon. "You die now..." Still entrapped in the monster's tail, Mordred realized his imminent death. The Demon marched over to the flaming rapier lying on the ground, picked it up, and crushed it with his deformed hands. Picking up the shards, he raised one of the broken pieces high in the air. The sorcerer screamed. "Know this Morgan le Fay! My death will be avenged..." Descending, the broken shard connected with the former knight's heart. Blood splashed everywhere spraying the cavern as large droplets fell on the ground. Setting a large vial underneath the body, Naih'Sadrak laughed draining the corpse of all crimson liquid. When finally done, he tossed the body to the side of the cave for Morgan le Fay to take control of it. Walking through the darkness, the evil witch found light at the end of the corridor and walked through. Opening her eyes, she glanced at her hands now masculine and strong. Dark hair and a bearded face glimpsed through the reflection of the broken sword as Morgan le Fay watched her eyes turn completely black. "One more thing...to seal the bargain..." hissed the Demon. "What is that?" asked Morgan le Fay adjusting to being a man. "We consummate this partnership...in an unholy union..."
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Avalon Trevor sat in corner of the window overlooking the city. Even through the evening stars, the magical metropolis looked amazing. High towered buildings of chrome and steel only matched the modern sculptures of futuristic street lamps and busy sidewalks below. His eyes then darted to the empty bed. Clean crisp sheets remained straightened and untampered he thought about Reagan and the shocking news that she and him were part of the prophecy that would unleash Hell on Earth. He was the key to her door. She needed some alone time to think. Thankfully Queen Morrigan offered to place all the guests in various quarters of her castle which coincidentally was a large ten room townhouse suite overlooking the city. Now stuck alone in the quarters they shared, the reformed escort considered what to do with his time. He did not have to think for long as a knock rapped at his door. Crossing to the entrance, he opened it to find Nancy and Queen Morrigan standing in his doorway. The Lady of the Lake wore silk pajamas while the Fairy monarch appeared in a satin nightgown and robe. Both women looked like they could appear in a Victoria Secret's catalog but Trevor kept that to himself. "Nancy! Your Majesty," he greeted. "By what do I owe the pleasure?" "Actually, it is us that owe you the pleasure," Queen Morrigan purred. "Do you have the chutzpah to please two women?" "Uhhhh...I'm flattered...really I am but I'm with someone," stammered Trevor not wanting to offend two magical creatures that could easily make him suffer with a simple thought. Loud laughter rang our in the suite. "I'm just shitting you!" The Fairy queen clutched her sides from laughing so much. "Humans they're so gullible. You should see your face!" "I'm sorry Trevor," sighed Nancy. "Morrigan has a mean sense of humor." "Oh hush Nivian," clucked the mystical royal. "If you can't have fun after living for a couple centuries, then what is the fun of being in charge." Wiping the happy tears from her eyes, Queen Morrigan displayed a more serious side. "Okay, okay on to business. Nivian and I want to show something. It concerns you being the key. Follow us." The reformed gigolo did. Heading out of the private suite, the trio boarded an elevator to wish the monarch press the button for the basement level. As the rode down, the Fairy queen opted for some small talk. "So Trevor, I hear you use to be a porn star?" asked Queen Morrigan. "What's it like?" "It's not it's all cracked up to be," said the man. "Lots of fake sex and money exchanged. I'm glad I'm finally retiring." "Oh when do you retire?" "This week."
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Changeling Heartbreaker Just then the elevator doors opened leading the trio down a underground cavern. Passing though a stone corridor, the Fairy queen led them down a flight of steps until to they came to an entrance where a large crystal clear pool had been placed. Mosaic tiles could been seen on the bottom as intricately carved symbols etched on the marble floor surrounded the water. At the center at the far end of the pool, a huge rock was placed and lodged in the rock was a sword. "Trevor Tanner," introduced Queen Morrigan. "This is the royal armory where we house the most powerful sword imaginable." "Excalibur," he whispered. "Ding ding, right on the money," giggled the monarch. Trevor watched in awe the beauty of the blade placed inside its stony prison. Marveling at the gold trip of its hilt to the silver edge of the metal, the reformed escort had an overwhelming need to reach his hand out and touch it. "You can sense it calling for you." A feminine voice told him. Through the clear waves of the pool, Trevor could see the ivory flesh of nude female figure swimming toward him. Scarlet hair cascaded down her back as she reached the edge and lifted herself near him completely wet and seductive. "Reegan?" "Hello lover," she smiled. "About time you got here. Since Excalibur requires a Lady of the Lake to protect it, I thought I would fill in for my mother." "And she's doing a fine job at that," commented Nancy who let out a sigh. "I had perky boobs like that once about five centuries ago. That's how I attracted your father." "Mother!" clucked Reegan still embarrassed by her parent's comments. She turned to Trevor. "There's a reason why we brought you here. It concerns you being the key." "As you know, Reegan's mother Nivian served as the Lady of the Lake," Queen Morrigan explained. "As guardian of Excalibur, it was her duty to make sure King Arthur have access to his sword in battle. After Mordred murdered him, Reegan brought the sword back to her mother who in return brought the sword to me for safekeeping. Now here is where the prophecy gets interesting. Trevor what do you know of rowan trees and Fairies." "Only that rowan trees are sacred to the Fae," he responded. "That they have magical healing properties so they are grown specifically for that reason." "That's one reason," the queen said. "But do you know how rowan gave us the ability to heal?" "No." "It again goes back to Jesus Christ," continued the monarch. "As you recall, God's son was crucified and nailed to a cross. The wood used from a rowan tree. As soon as his blood touched it, the wood became blessed with healing properties. After his death, we were able to harness the splinters and use it to regrow more rowan trees for the Fae. Then there are the nails." Chapter 15: The Sword 91
Changeling Heartbreaker "The nails?" asked Trevor. "Yes the nails," answered Queen Morrigan. "The metal used to crucify Jesus. We retrieved it and used the shards to manufacture two weapons, the Pendragon Dagger wielded by Reegan and the holy sword Excalibur." "So you're saying that both those items have been blessed by the blood of Jesus?" the reformed escort inquired. "Yes," the magical royal admitted. "But there is more. Remember when I told you the story of Jesus having a child and his bloodline passing through his descendants making them the key?" "Yeah," said Trevor. "Which means I'm the key and I'm related to Jesus. I'm sure my Jewish heritage is pissed about that one." "That's not all," the monarch noted. "Before Galoywn's death, the seer had a vision. She foretold of who possessed Jesus's bloodline starting with King Uther Pendragon, Arthur's father. Only Jesus's blood could be passed through a paternal bloodline." Wheels started to crank in the man's head. Images of his lineage started to make sense. "Wait what you're saying is if this King Uther is King Arthur's father and King Arthur had Mordred and Mordred had a son, then I'm related to Mordred?" "You're more than related to Mordred than you think," said Queen Morrigan. You ARE his son." "Holy shit!" shouted Trevor. He never knew his father and the man that had a relationship with his lover cannot be his paternal sperm donor. "That's impossible! I never knew my father! This Mordred person is evil! I can't be related to some evil guy!" His head began to spin. "This is like fucking Return of the Jedi where Luke Skywalker finds out his father is Darth Vader! I don't want to believe it!" Reegan got out of the pool and padded naked toward him. "Trevor, I know this is implausible but if there is a chance this is true then we have to find out." "How do we find out?" asked Trevor calming down. "DNA test?" "A much better way," said Nancy. "Excalibur. Only someone with Arthur's blood can pull that sword from the stone. Since Arthur is dead, Mordred would be able to wield it but obviously he's not here and I wouldn't invite him over to demonstrate. Well Trevor, you fit the bill." Placing a hand to the blue eyed man's shoulder, Reegan kissed her lover on the cheek. "It's the only way we'll know Trevor." "All right. Fine, I'll do it," he said. Stripping off his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Sensing the Fairy queen admiring his tattoo and well formed physique, he ignored her stares and placed his hands to belt buckle and started to undo his jeans. "Woohoo! Take it off baby! Take it off!" hollered the monarch waving two fingers in the air as if holding an imaginary bill. Reegan shot a jealous dagger at the royal with her eyes who quickly laughed it off. "Don't worry, Reegan. I get to look but I won't touch."
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Changeling Heartbreaker Shoving the denim down his ankles, he removed his underwear with it until was completely nude from head to toe. Glancing at the trio, he saw Nancy covering her eyes while Queen Morrigan observed awestruck by the enormous appendage between his legs. "Man, how do schelp that schlong around?" remarked the monarch. "It's huge! You could use it as a kickstand." Positioning a hand to her forehead, Reegan refused to pay attention to Trevor's gifted endowments and heard him splash in the water toward the center of the pool. Observing his reach the platform housing Excalibur, he got out of the water and stopped near the barrier of bells surrounding the sword. "Don't worry about the Morrigan's bells!" shouted Queen Morrigan. "It repels magic not humans! Whomever told me that blessing bells as a way of repelling magic should be shot! Now every shyster of the Fae is using this weapon against us!" She watched Trevor moved underneath the barrier and clutched the hilt of the sword with his hand. "Now what?" he yelled from far off. "Pull it!" Trevor gripped the hilt of the blade beneath his palm. Raising it up, he found that the sword would not budge as it locked itself tight inside the boulder. Come on Trevor. You can do this. Everyone is counting on you. He reached down again lifting it but still no response. He breathed heavily as he clutched the hilt even harder and pulled. Slowly, it felt it rising. Sounds of metal scraping against stone echoed in the chamber but the man refused to let that distract him. Little by little, the blade gave away. His arm reached behind pulling more and more and more. From his vantage point, Trevor could see the pointed edge leave from the surface. All of it finally came out as he raised Excalibur in triumph in front of the trio of women. "Looks like Excalibur has new owner," said Nancy applauding.
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"We'll leave you two lovebirds alone," suggested Queen Morrigan dragging Nancy along. "I'm sure you both have much to discuss." Watching them disappear up the stairs of the chamber, Reegan sat at the edge of pool near Trevor who plopped Excalibur near the edge. Pushing himself up, he positioned his drenched body next to the scarlet sorceress and put his hand into hers. It had been busy evening full of surprises. From discovering his birth father's real identity, to learning more about his role as the key, and to the fact that he now was the wielder of a powerful, unbreakable weapon became too much to take in. Luckily, Reegan was there to support and understand him during this difficult time. "How you holding up?" she asked placing a head to his shoulder. "Not good," he confessed. "Truthfully, I'm still a bit unsure of what to make of all this. I've come to terms with the person I love being a Changeling. I've accepted the fact we've got to stop the end of the world from happening. Hell, I'm getting use to this whole magical exists thing. However, finding out my father is the evil Mordred and I'm sleeping with his ex-girlfriend and that I now am in charge of an ancient sword is a lot to take in for a person." "I know," she cupped his face. "But know Trevor, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this together." Flinching from her touch, he had to pose the question that was bothering him. "Reegan, I need to know. Do you still love my father?" She sighed casting her eyes away from him. "Yes." Her words stung him. "Part of me will always love him but the path he chose for himself is what destroyed him in the end. He chose evil and for that he lost me. I know what I want for myself and it's not him." "Then what do you want?" he asked. "I want you," she reassured him. "Everything about you. Your kindness. Your compassion. Your goodness. Your capacity to love. Something that Mordred lost a long time ago." "But I am your father's son," he emphasized. "How can I not become him in the end? We share the same blood. Reegan, I'm scared I might follow the same path." Touching his cheek, she stroked his face with her hand. "I assure you Trevor, you are not him. I don't know why I didn't see it before." "What?" "His eyes," she answered. "You have your father's blue eyes. That's what made me fall in love with him. They exuded the same kindness and goodness every time I looked into them. His became cold and dark but you still have the light in yours that Mordred lost a long time ago. You are everything your father couldn't be and more."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Still I feel like I'm in competition with this man for your affections," Trevor inhaled. "I don't think if I can ever measure up." "Trevor," whispered the scarlet sorceress. "You are three times the man your father wasn't. You taught me to love again, reconcile both sides of myself by accepting both genders, and opened me up to a world of pleasures that I didn't know existed. Mordred could never do those things." She kissed him softly. "You, Trevor Tanner, are the man I love and nothing is going to change that." Caressing the back of her head when their lips touched, the reformed escort slightly backed away. "Reegan, I have to tell you something." "Yes Trevor?" "Before coming to the chamber, I had a discussion with Queen Morrigan and your mother," he told her. "It's about the oath of the ethery." "Trevor..." she began. "Let me finish Reegan," he advised. "They both brought something to my attention. Reegan, I love you. I love you in ways that I can't describe. You're everything to me but I want you to know that because you're immortal that I don't want to hold you from continuing on. I don't want you to bear the guilt that I might resent you one day. I don't want to hold you to the ethery." "Trevor, what are you saying?" gasped Reegan. "I'm saying that Queen Morrigan can revoke the ethery," he said. "She offered to break the connection that keeps us bound together." Tears began to form in her eyes. "You're...you're breaking up with me?" Blurred pools formed in his blue eyes as well. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. You have an obligation to protect me but I can't bear the thought of you dying for me. I'd rather lose you alive then to bury your body because some Demon killed you. I can't live with the that knowledge." "Trevor..." she pleaded. "Please..." Holding her close, he whispered in her ear. "I love you Reegan. Please believe that. I have Excalibur now and I'll be on the run if I have to. I just want you to be happy for once being able to live your life without worrying about someone else. Plus I'm human. I'll grown old and die. You can the life that you keep denying yourself." "I have no life without you," she sobbed. Embracing her tight, he did not want to let her go. "Be with me one more time please," he begged. Lifting her tear filled eyes to him, she agreed. Gently he laid her down against the marble floor to take a glimpse of her body one last time. Lowing his mouth, Trevor kissed her hard letting his lips unify while both their tears expressed their emotions. Reegan exhaled the moment he withdrew his mouth and touched the tingling part of her collarbone. Lowering himself further, he found the ripeness of her flawless breasts and placed a loving kiss on each of the glorious mammaries before suckling the pink nubs letting the sensitive bits prepare her for the union of their bodies. Chapter 16: The Lovemaking 95
Changeling Heartbreaker "Trevor...Trevor..." she whispered calling forth his name. Looking up at her lover, he smiled down at her caressing her lips with his thumb as he journeyed further down the apex of her thighs. Masculine hands separated her limbs providing him access to the hairless opening of her femininity. Pressing a thumb on her special pearl, he cause the red headed woman to gasp beneath his fingers as he inserted a digit in her velvet folds testing her wetness within. "Trevor!" exclaimed Reegan gripping his wrist. The reformed escort displayed a wicked grin toying with her special hot box while running through her moistness with his finger. "Ohhhhhh....!" Moaning with pleasure, she bit her bottom lip submitting to the illicit pleasures that her body has been creating. "Remember this moment," Trevor said kissing her hard. With his skilled fingers still inside her he massaged her repeatedly causing a wave of desire to wash over her. "No one but me can make you feel this good." Pressing his mouth to hers, he sly inserted another digit making the pressure of his hand taunting her body incredibly sinful. "No...one but...you Trevor..." she panted observing her body responding to his touch. "Only you..." Droplets of honey fell into his palm ensuring the man that his experience rivaled his father. "Trevor...please...put your mouth on me..." Trevor happily obliged. Releasing his hand now slick with her honey, he descended his mouth on her drinking in a bit of her nectar causing her to stir with unmentionable delight. Lips shook in her inner being as she felt his tongue dart in and out of her opening while his mouth tampered with her precious pearl sending shockwave of pleasure from her fingers to her toes. "Mmmmm...Trevor....ohhhhh!" she moaned lost in the emotions of that moment. Reegan wanted more of this man. Every part of his soul. His body. His flesh. Slowly cupping his chin from where he was feasting on her, she scrambled from her position and gently kissed him sliding a tongue across his teeth. Now it was his turn to be pleasured and the scarlet sorceress willing obliged. Helping him against his back, Trevor felt the cool surface of the marble touch his spine as he raised his eyes up to watch the woman that he loved staring down at him. Admiring the emerald gems of her eyes, he made a memory as he caressed her face absorbing the feel of her creamy skin beneath his palm. Bring her close, he kissed again before she left his lips to make use of the man ready and willing to be the subject of her exploration. Feminine fingers pressed against the structured grooves of his chest letting the smoothness of his physique be like sculpted artwork in her hand. Seeing the tribal tattoo splayed across the his pecs, Reegan placed a soft mouth in appreciation before tickling his stone hard nipples with her tongue. "When did you that?" she purred referring to his body art. "Four years ago when I began escorting," he told her. "I figured if I could suffer through the pain of getting tatted then I could endure selling my body for sex." Sadness displayed on her eyes. She nearly forgot that fact that he willing exploited his body for money. Trevor felt her sorrow and kissed her for reassurance. "It's okay Reegan," the blue eyed man replied. "I told you I won't do that anymore. I promise."
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Changeling Heartbreaker Reegan smiled knowing he would be okay even though it involved leaving her. She wanted him to remember her in every way possible. Placing a kiss to his well formed stomach, she located the large male part of him just below the brittles of his dark hair had started to sprout already engorged and in full salute of her. Clutching the enormous flesh with hand, she heard him gasp making making her smile as she lowered her lips to the surface. Her wet tongue flicked the entrance of his shaft allowing her to test first the width of his girth. Then with courage in her green eyes, she slowly descended on him with her mouth. Trevor gripped his hands surprised at her ability of taking him in but became concerned that she might harm herself in the process. He decided to guide her. "Uhhh...good Reegan...take what you can," he advise. She wanted to prove she could endure more. His sex disappeared all the way through her lips as she consumed him. Surprised by her skills, Trevor relented allowing her to swallow him completely up turned by the cute sounds of her technique. Entrapped within her mouth, the reformed gigolo gave in. "Oooohhh...uhhh...you don't know what you do to me," Trevor commented shutting his eyes. Sweet echoes escaped from her lips as she tasted her lover. Realizing how pleased he was with her performance, she did not want stop while his sex teased the back of her throat. Reegan relished in the control of her man. "Oh shit Reegan!" he exclaimed. "You're so good!" Rising from his member, she shot the dark browned haired man a lustful grin. Trevor answered the signal and slowly pushed her on her back. Parting her thighs again, he covered his body to hers to locate the moist entrance of her folds and plunged in. "Trevor!" squealed Reegan in delight. The thrusting of his huge sex sank into her warmth as the two lovers began to dance to their satisfaction losing themselves in their desires. Squeezing the well toned muscles of his buttocks, the red headed magician felt his muscles flex into her. In return, she squeezed tight her sugar walls while his sex melted into her opening. Warmth enflamed their desire as they moaned with delight at the rhythm they had established. "Trevor...you feel so good..." she moaned. "You...too..." he responded panting. Sensual noise of flesh contacted with flesh excited the pair as Trevor pulled Reegan up to straddle him. Positioned between his large sex, the sorceress wrapped her legs around his waist while her lover thrusted his shaft upward into her feminine opening. Clutching his back, she prepared for the ride while he bucked his hips into her drenched folds feeling his member disappear inside her. "Don't stop...please don't stop..." she pleaded with each push into warmth filling her to the hilt. "You're mine Reegan...uhhh....forever and eternity..." he grunted sinking further into her. Remembering those words, she knew them well. His birth father once said that to her but broke his vows in the end. In his place was his son who would make the same mistake. She did not want to think about it. Chapter 16: The Lovemaking 97
Changeling Heartbreaker Without warning liquid silver erupted from her forming into a glorious puddle on the tile but she ignored her climax as she pushed herself off from riding Trevor to stationing herself on all fours like a cat in heat. With hands spread against the ground, she lifted her hips up pleaded for Trevor to enter her aching entrance. Her lover did not disappoint. Grasping her hips with the strong hands, his sex located the wet folds of her entrance and plunged into her wet cleft. Reegan groaned once again allowing her moistness to consume his hard shaft. Tendrils of scarlet hair fell across her shoulders as she close her eyes submitting to the sensations her lover continued to bestow up her. The teasing of his sack grazing her opening while his sex slammed into her made her feel wanton and lustful but she did not care for she only was concerned for satisfaction and Trevor Tanner had ensured that for her. White heat surged through her body as another wave of climax shot through her. She cried out. "Trevor...I'm...I'm...cummmming...." Liquid silver gushed from her obstructed femininity. Trevor felt the tickle of Reegan's love water touching his skin as his own pleasure connected with hers. "Uhhhh....I love you...Reegan...AAAAAHHHH!" He emptied his entire seed into her. Copious amounts of his desire mixed with hers overflowed from her opening dripping on to the floor staining the marble tile with a memory of their union. Feeling his sex start to grow limp, Trevor remained inside her wrapping an arm around her breasts wanting to remember the feel of her for the last time. Kissing her as their bodies collapsed against the ground, he held her close for a while as they slept through the night... Early morning from what Trevor could guess. Then again he was not wearing a watch. Grabbing his clothes, he got dressed as he found a tarp nearby and wrapped Excalibur within its material. Carrying the weapon underneath, his arm he turned to see Reegan sleeping soundly, her nude form inhaling and exhaling with every breath. He knelt down and quietly kissed her forehead. He wanted to remember her that way. With his every ounce of strength, he crept slowly up the steps and out of the chamber. Pretending to be asleep, Reegan heard him go. She dreaded this moment arriving but she wanted to remember the feel of Trevor one last time. Listening to the last sounds of his footsteps ascending the stairs, she stared at the pool across from her and wept.
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Maneuvering around Queen Morrigan's multi-room suite had been an ordeal. It seemed that every room had been enchanted leading to a new maze of corridors and hallways. Coming down to one door which implicitly stated Queen Morrigan's Room, Trevor knocked on it hoping he had made the right choice. Sure enough, the sleep eyed Fairy Queen answered it wearing her scantily clad nightgown and yawned. "If you're selling vacuum cleaners door to door, I'm not interested nor do I want to become a Jehovah's Witness. I've converted to Judaism right now! Mazel tov!" Peering at the human at her bedroom door, she lifted an eyebrow. "Oh it's you! Come for quickie? Because right now I'm full up with Tom, Dick, and Harry snoring in my room right now? Though I'm willing to make an exception." She licked her lips. "Uhh...no but thank you, your Majesty," said Trevor. "I'm here because I took into consideration about what you said earlier. About breaking the oath of the ethery? I want to know if that is still possible?" "Of course it is," answered the monarch. "But Trevor, is that what u yoreally want?" He paused for moment. Memories of how Reegan and Regan felt beneath his fingers and how he did not want to let them go ripped his heart. Yet, he would remain strong. "Yes, this is what I want," he sighed. Waving her hands in one big swoop, Queen Morrigan snapped her fingers. "There. It's done." "That's it?" asked Trevor hoping for something magical to happen. "What do you expect?" asked the Fairy royal. "A Disney light show? Fireworks? A Harry Potter all out brawl? I'm telling you the ethery is broken. Now deal with it!" "Okay I believe you," he said still questioning the believability of it all. "Well then, I guess this is goodbye." "Where you going?" inquired the monarch. "Don't tell me you and Reegan are cutting the honeymoon short? Like I said, Avalon will protect you here from Demons so this whole Hell on Earth thing won't happen." "Thank you, your Majesty but Reegan and I reached an agreement," he informed her. "She can't protect me forever. Now that I have Excalibur, I now have a sense of purpose in my life. I'll be on the run if I have to but at least I know that I can't drag her into this whole Demon mess thing. I'll fight back then become another victim of this ploy. That's why I have to let her go. I love her too much." "Spoken like a true warrior," applauded the queen. "Though I'm a romantic at heart, I really did wish you and my descendant worked out. Oh well que sera sera." Picking up his weapon he waved a farewell to the monarch. "I guess I better be heading off now. Thanks again for everything, your Majesty." Turning away, he started to walk off before the royal called out to him. "Trevor wait!" she yelled. "Before you go, let me give you something." Pulling a gold ring from her finger she handed it to the reformed escort. "What this?" he asked glancing at the jewelry in hand.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "It's a Fairy ring," she explained. "It will teleport you here back to Avalon if ever you need to return but use it wisely because it can only be used once." "Wow!" he commented examining it with his fingers. "One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them..." "Yeah yeah," she groaned. "One ring to bring them all. One ring to bind them. I get the whole Lord of the Rings reference. Ughhh. That is the last time we let a fantasy author like J. R. R. Tolkien visit Avalon again." "The precioussssss..." Trevor mimicked Gollum. The queen did not appear amused. He quickly shut up. Slipping the ring in the pocket of jeans, he headed toward the elevators down the corridor. "Thanks again." The blue eyed man said to the monarch as the lift closed. Making his way out of the tall structure, he walked toward the direction of the city's bay. Reaching pier, he saw the fishing boat that took him to Avalon docked by the planks and walked over to it. To his luck, Larry the Demon had his feet propped up on the steering wheel munching on several bags of pretzels while watching something on his portable black and white television set. Trevor boarded the boat. "Larry, can you drive me to back to shore?" he asked. "Can't...waiting for Mistress Nancy..." Larry hissed. "What if I paid you?" Trevor offered. "200 English pounds..." Larry told him. "I want to...get a PSP..." "Deal," said the dark brown haired man handing him a wad of currency from his wallet. Luckily, Reegan had given him money on the trip so it made the exchange easier. Larry the Demon grabbed the cash into his clawed hand and headed out across the water. One mile out, Trevor watched Avalon vanish into the mist leaving his heart broken as they sailed away. Back in the queen's chambers, the horny monarch observed her three naked Drow studs scattered on her bed. Tapping the one named Dick on his dark skinned shoulder, she woke up the sleeping elf who rubbed his eyes. Shedding her nightgown, she pushed her impressive breasts together as she rubbed her clit with her finger hoping to attract his attention. It worked. Dick the Drow got up from the bed immediately grew hard and went over to his mistress spreading herself against the wall. Kneeling in front of her, she placed her bare thigh around his shoulder as his mouth found her moistness and tasted her. His tongue lapped up her wetness as she groaned in pleasure as he paid attention to her pleasure ball while his mouth invaded her opening. Long white hair fell across his back while mouth worked her velvet folds causing her to moan a command. "Eat me Dick...eat me..." she ordered. Dick happily pleased his queen. Clutching her bottom with his hands, he pressed his mouth forward grinding his lips into her wetness. Sweet honey fell into his mouth allowing the Drow elf to drink every last drop of his monarch's desire. Queen Morrigan squealed in delight at the incredible sensations her elf servant was bestowing upon her. Chapter 17: The Treachery 100
Changeling Heartbreaker "Oooohhh Dick...you feel so good..." she groaned. Hearing the noise from across her chambers, the other Drow named Tom watched the sinful exchange between the couple. Hoping for a sample of his queen's lust, he arose from the bed and made his way to her. While Dick pleasure from below, Tom cupped her face forcing an illicit kiss into mouth. Tongues wrapped in a special dance as the monarch felt one darted into her opening while another teased her mouth. "Suckle me Tom," she instructed. Lowering his head, Tom did just that. Kissing the beautiful form her large breasts while his lips perused the erected nipples of her pink areolas. Taking the enormous mammary into his mouth, he suckled his queen submitting to her sensuous delights that only two men could satisfy in her. However, she knew she needed another. Thankfully, Harry had got up from this point, viewed the exchange and joined in the fun. After a playful kiss to her mouth, Harry took her other breasts in between his lips and suckled her. Together all three awakened the wanton goddess inside Queen Morrigan as the the four of them relinquished their inhibitions and caved in to their desires. Not satisfied with her just a taste, Dick lifted his head up and stood fully aroused. With Tom and Harry's assistance, the pulled apart Queen Morrigan's legs as he slowly slid into her wet cleft. Clenched in between her thighs, the royal invited his hard shaft into her womb. "Yes! Yes! Like that!" she screamed feeling the pressure of his hips inside her. "Fuck me!" With Dick inside her, she grabbed both the erected sexes of Tom and Harry in opposite sides of her hands and stroked them. The throbbing need of her sugar wells became met as Dick met her pleasure while the other two Drow waited for their turn to come. They did not disappoint. Tom became next shoving himself inside his magical monarch while she managed to please the two dark skin elves with her mouth. Taking turns tasting their sexes with her tongue she greedily swallowed each of their shafts fully into her lips letting her tonsils tickle their skin while one fucked her with aggressive desire. Harry went next but opted for a slower pace. Surprised by this servant's prowess, Queen Morrigan enjoyed the ride even if the stamina became gradual. Still the satisfaction did not end there as she managed to please all three of her male Drow elves with her tongue, lips, and mouth. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she squealed in delight. "More! More! More!" To pacify her, Tom took the reigns of the control and pulled her on top of him on her bed. Plunging his hard shaft into her wetness, he began first pleasuring her in ways that only he had knowledge of. Thrusting upward into her folds, he signaled for Dick for Harry to follow who knelt behind her on the bed and entered her rectum. The combination of pressure having one cock in her ass and one in her pussy had been too much as she learned to curb her needs. "Don't stop...don't stop..." she begged. The fun had not even finished yet as Dick took his place in her mouth. Pushing his erected sex in between her lips, she inhaled him swallowing him whole as both the sensations of all three of her opening being fulfilled washed over her in wave of pleasure. She cried out for release. Chapter 17: The Treachery 101
Changeling Heartbreaker Yet it would only arrive in a semi-circle. All three of her Drow servants stood over their mistress watching her submit to their will. Grinning they tugged on their manhoods as each released their seeds on her face, neck, and enormous breasts. Queen Morrigan felt as if she were in heaven. "Cum all over me...cum all over me..." she pleaded. They did drenching her in a blanket of white. Slapping her special pearl, she too felt her orgasm building. It finally arrived. "YEEESSSSSS!" she hollered letting her liquid silver gush all over the mattress of her bed. Licking her lips, she wiped the remnants of her lover's residue from her face as the three servants joined in on the bed. A knock on the door broke the afterglow. Harry went to open up. A female Drow servant entered carrying a tray with four large goblets. "Forgive me, my Queen," apologized the female Drow. "But the cook thought you might want refreshments this morning after your...um workout." "Ooooh an energy drink," giggled Queen Morrigan. Naked, she grabbed one of the goblets and drank the sweet liquid down. "Mmmm, delicious." Turning to her manly servants, she directed them to take a sip of their own. "Tom, Dick, and Harry. Go ahead and take one." Each of the nude Drow males took a cup and downed the liquid. All were in agreement that it tasted marvelous. Suddenly, Queen Morrigan felt herself unable to stand. A feeling of euphoria came over her as she and her lovers collapsed to the floor." "We've been poisoned!" she managed to say. Watching her Drow escorts lying unconscious, she looked up to see the female elf observing her with an evil grin on her face. "What sort of treachery is this?" The Drow female cackled. Through her blurred vision, she saw the dark skin of the woman start to transform into a pale shade of flesh. Feminine features became masculine complete with dark beard, hair and dark black eyes as this new figure laughed watching the magical monarch's helplessness. "Enjoy the sleeping drought, your Majesty?" teased the assassin. "It has a bit of iron in it so your death will be slow." Queen Morrigan recognized the figure. "Mordred...le Fay..." "Not quite," growled the man. "Mordred is dead. My son made a willing sacrifice so I could have his body." "Morgan...le...Fay!" exclaimed the monarch attempting to remain lucid. "Yes Queen Morrigan," snarled the evil being. "How did...you escape your prison?" asked the royal. "By selling my soul to Naih'Sadrak!" bellowed the witch. "In exchange for my freedom and the promise of rulership, I offered Avalon as a bargain!" "You're going to bring Hell...on Earth!" screamed the queen.
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Pulling into the dock of Iantown, Trevor noticed the morning rays touching across the pier as he carried Excalibur under his arm shrouded by the tarp he wrapped it up in. Bidding farewell to Larry the Demon, the little monster ignored the man in favor of counting the wad of cash the blue eyed hunk gave to him. It seemed the tiny monster would finally get his PSP. Watching the dilapidated restaurant under renovation one last time, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his jean's pocket signaling that he was receiving a call. Checking the name on his menu, Trevor noticed the called ID stating Daniel and answered it. "Hello?" "Trevor!" the voice sounded frightened. "Thank God, you're there! Some thing, a monster, broke into my apartment and kidnapped me! It has me chained up and took me somewhere! Oh God! I think they said I'm in England! How's that even happening? You got to call the cops! Trevor!" The voice wailed. "Trevor! Help me! They're hurting me! They're asking about you and something about a key! NOOOO!" Terrified screams created a loud static on the phone. The dark brown haired man nervously attempted to connect with his friend. "Daniel I'm coming to get you! Can you tell me where you're at?" A horrifying hiss came from the speaker. "Yes...come Trevor...come and rescue your friend...bring the key..." "You motherfucker!" he shouted into the cell. "If you hurt him, I'll swear..." "You'll what?..." taunted the Demon. "You have no power...bring the key or we'll rip your friend...in two...he's in a warehouse...in downtown London's steel mill...Number 769 in Dovenshire..." Torturous agony could be heard in his cell before the monster hung up. Unsure of what to do, he unfolded the tarp to grip Excalibur in his hand. Sunlight rays gleamed across the silver blade making feel him feel like a warrior. A warrior who needed to rescue a friend in need. Finding his courage, he prepared to save Daniel. Rushing to the parked rented vehicle he and Regan took to drive to Iantown, Trevor opened the unlocked passenger's side of the car door. Lifting the glove compartmet, he found the car keys hidden inside and got in the driver's seed. Carefully putting the sword in the backseat of the car, the reformed gigolo started the ignition and drove off. Using Mapquest app on his phone, the blue eyed hunk discovered the correct location and drove 12 miles to get to his destination. After learning how to drive on the opposite direction of the traffic, Trevor finally reached the steel mill district of Dovenshire, England. Parking the vehicle in the lot, he got out and made his way to warehouse 769. Drawing Excalibur into his hand, he found an entrance of an unlocked door to the building and entered. Avalon Dipping her hand into the water of the chamber pool, a nude Reegan Ambrose thought about Trevor. The man left early in the morning with very few words leaving a hole in her heart that required a lot of mending. Small footsteps crept close to her as she glanced up to see her mother wearing one her Bohemian peasant dresses carrying a pair of jeans, a blouse, underwear, socks, and sneakers in both her hands.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Ree Ree, hon. You can't keep wallowing in self pity," her mother Nancy tried to comfort her. "Trevor made his own decision to leave. You know this was for the best. Even with the ethery, it would never work out." "I know," replied Reegan sadly. She gripped the silver charm bracelet, the Pendragon Dagger in disguise, on her wrist and tried to get her mind of her the departure of her lover. It did not work. Tears started up again in her green eyes. "I wanted ito twork Mother. I truly did but I guess my destiny as an immortal and Demon Killer is the burden I have to pay for this life." Nancy held her daughter close kissing her forehead. "I know darling. I, of all people, know the pain of losing someone who was your better half. Your father, Merlin, wooed me repeatedly, chased me, and still I resisted until the day I finally gave in and let him catch me. From the moment I married the wizard, I pledged my undying devotion to him and I still hold out the hope that he will be free from his prison and we'll be reunited." Slowly lifting her head, she glanced at her mother. She forgot how much the Lady of the Lake had pained when she lost her beloved husband but she managed to continue on through the centuries keeping faith that her father would return. Her mother had raised her and became the strength she needed to fight Demons and deal with the fact that her daughter had become a Changeling by keeping a healthy balance between both genders. "Reegan, if you and Trevor were destined to be together then Fate shall intervene and you will be reunited," said Nancy. "Have faith he will return to you." "Mother, I don't think that even Fate could help with this pain," replied the scarlet sorceress. "I felt my connection to him disappear. That could mean only one thing. Queen Morrigan made good on her promise and broke the oath of the ethery. It's official, we're no longer together." "Oh baby I'm sorry," apologized the Lady of Lake. Hugging her daughter even closer, she let the woman sob into her dress allowing her to have a good cry. "Everything will be okay I promise." After a few minutes, Reegan forced herself to be strong. Taking the clothes from her mother, she quickly got dressed joining Nancy to walk up the staircase out of the chamber. Both women saw the green mohawk of Hans the werewolf racing down the steps causing the pair to stop. A look of dread appeared on his face. "Hans, what's wrong?" asked Nancy. She sensed concerned. "It's...Queen Morrigan," he sputtered. "She's been poisoned!" "By who?" inquired Reegan. "By me!" An earsplitting discharge fired from the chamber doorway. All three could feel the power of magic pushing them forward propelling them down the stairs as the trio toppled jover hitting the marble tiled flooring of the armory chamber with a hard thud. Except for a few minor bumps and bruises none of them were seriously injured. Reegan shot her head up to see a male figure in a torn suit coming down the stairs. Recognizing the dark hair, beard, and unmistakable blue eyes now turned midnight black, she immediately identified the assailant. "Mordred le Fay," she gritted. Chapter 18: The Attack 105
Changeling Heartbreaker "Guess again whore!" cackled the male figure. The red haired woman tried to make sense of the cryptic comment. Then she saw it. Something sinister and evil housed in the soul of the male husk coming toward them. Once a beautiful woman with dark hair now masked by her lust for power and immoral ambitions. A regal woman who had seduced her own half brother, gave birth to his child, manipulated the offspring to murder his father, and curse her with being a Changeling. The very same wicked witch who helped imprison her father. Rage consumed her. "Morgan le Fay!" Regan screamed. "The only and only!" laughed the witch. "Like the new look? Mordred was a fool not to see his full potential. Instead he had to fall in love with a slut like you and in the end turned against me. Well his sacrifice will not be in vain!" Raising her hands to them she conjured to huge fireballs in her palms. "Behold lemmings! I'm more powerful that I ever was!" "What of my husband Merlin?" Nancy demanded to know. "How did you become released from your prison. He trapped you as he did himself!" "True he trapped our bodies," grinned the witch. "However he could trap our spirits. For centuries, our corporeal forms have wandered the Earth unable to be seen, heard, to touch, feel, or be sensed but during this time we have learned knowledge. The knowledge that we can possess bodies if we make the the right bargain with the right powerful people! Come meet my new master!" Booming clops on the stone steps resonated in the room, General Naih'Sadrak entered exhibiting his large eight foot frame, grotesque features, and horns on his head. Jagged teeth formed on his mouth as he smiled while long sharp talons pointed their fingers at the group down at the bottom of the stairs. "Hello...Reegan..." he hissed. "Miss me..." "Now that I have your attention," explained Morgan le Fay. "Surrender and bow down to your new queen! Once I take over Avalon, Naih'Sadrak will open the gateway to Hell and together we create a new world order once humans are purged from this world!" Hans the Werewolf growled. "We shall never surrender!" More hair sprouted from his skin as his face elongated producing a larger snout. Canine teeth grew longer as dog ears formed on the sides of his head. Huge claws extended from his fingers and the supernatural being crouched low transforming into a large hybrid wolfman. Leaning back against the ground, the werewolf launched himself toward Morgan le Fay and attacked. Unfazed by the feral creature, the witch smirked as a large decomposed arm sheltered her. Talon claws outstretched in front of her face as Naih'Sadrak caught the wild dog by the neck preventing Hans from snapping at her. Another sharp nail joined the other hand as it pushed into the side of the werewolf's neck slicing a gash that poured huge amounts of blood on the stone steps. Still fighting with every ounce of his breath, Han's sharp teeth nipped at the decayed flesh. Growing tired of this nuisance, the monster squeezed the collarbone of the wolf and turned. A hideous snap could be heard before a quick whimper and the hybrid lycanthrope reverted to his original form. Lying limp in his grotesque hands, the Demon tossed the dead Hans down the cold steps landing in front of Reegan and her Mother's feet. "You bastard!" screeched Nancy. "You killed him!"
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Changeling Heartbreaker Bellowing with sinister laughter, Naih'Sadrak pointed to the Lady of the Lake. "You're...next..." "Guess again fucker!" she screamed. Darting her eyes to the pool, she summoned the element of water. Concentrating on every hydro-molecule and fathomless energy contained inside the liquid, she imagined it in her mind swirling it over and over until it became reality. Spinning into a cone shaped tunnel of mass fluid, she directed the enormous tornado fluid at Naih'Sadrak. However she did not anticipate the Demon's protective charm. Pulling the chain containing small rows of Morrigan's bells on the necklace, the rotating water remained stationary and unmoving. Pushing her thoughts further for her spell to make contact with the Demon, Nancy's magic yielded nothing. The monster laughed at the Fairy's folly as the Lady of the Lake watched her abilities failing her. "Well that was pointless," snickered Morgan le Fay. Opening her right hand containing a huge fireball, she threw the flaming sphere at older woman. "Mother! Watch out!" yelled Reegan. Seeing the fiery object heading toward her, Nancy dived into the shallow empty side of the pool pit as the liquid tornado followed right after her. Morgan's fireball crashed against the edge just as the Lady of Lake's control over the swirling liquid deteriorated filling the pool back once again with fluid. Swimming within the safety of the waters, the older woman watched helplessly while her daughter faced their enemies alone. "I...grow weary of this..." growled Naih'Sadrak to Morgan le Fay. "Finish this...and bring me my gateway..." Not one to anger her master, the witch rotated in hands in a semi-circle. Staring upon Nancy concealing herself into the large pool, she focused her energies seeing the image of winter in mind. Pictures of snowflakes and ice flashed across her face as she felt the water in the pool freezing encasing the entire pit in frozen ice. Sure enough, her spell worked observing the poor Lady of Lake struggling to get out but the water but remained trapped by the oncoming barrage of ice surrounding her. The last thing she saw before being immersed in the deep cold was her enemy imprisoning her in a cryogenic sleep. "Mother!" Reegan called out her. It was too late. The cold had taken her. Angry tears fueled her courage as she tore her silver charm bracelet from her wrist, pressed the latch, and transformed it into the Pendragon Dagger. Aiming the blade back and forth at her foes she made a proclamation. "You want me? Your gate? Come and get me assholes!" "With pleasure," grinned Morgan wickedly. "Conjuring a larger fireball in her hand, she threw the flaming orb at the red haired woman. Hot heat came close to her feet but Reegan managed to dodge the attack. Continual flames shot toward her but the sorceress somersaulted away from the fiery assault providing her time to plan her offensive strategy. Directing her focus at the witch, she drew forth the energies around her and cast her spell. Emerald eyes turned blank white as a huge bolt of light drifted from her fingers hitting the Morgan le Fay in the chest. Unable to construct a shield to defend herself, the force of the impact struck the evil woman sending the host body she inhabited face foward down the remaining steps. Sickening cracks vibrated against the stone walkway as the body rolled down to the tiled marble below. However even that had not stopped the determined spellcaster who got up off the ground. Even with broken bones and a dislocated shoulder would not prevent Morgan le Fay from killing the scarlet sorceress. "Is that the best you got?" she cackled. A small flame ignited on her hand shaping into a long sword which the witch aimed at Reegan. "Let's see how you do against iron." Chapter 18: The Attack 107
Changeling Heartbreaker Flashing her Pendragon Dagger, the female magician smiled with conviction. "Bring it on bitch!" The clanging of metal vibrated in the chamber. With each strike of Morgan le Fay's iron sword, Reegan deflected the blade with the strength of her dagger. Slashing toward the experienced warrior, the evil witch discovered she did not inherit the fighting skills of her son. Instead Merlin's daughter proved to be the stronger opponent as she lifted her knee to made contact with the spellcaster's male groin. Piercing pain shot through the evil witch forcing her to drop the iron blade to clutch her privates throbbing with anguish. The scarlet sorceress closed her fist and threw a punch breaking the nose of the male husk of the Mordred's mother knocking her back against the cold hard tiles. Sprawled helplessly on the ground, Reegan gained the advantage while she placed a foot on the Morgan le Fay's neck to immobilize her. Pointing the Pendragon Dagger toward the witch's eye, the red headed woman claimed her victory. "It sucks to be you," sneered the Demon Killer. "Now release my Mother from your curse." Gasping for breath as Reegan's shot pushed into her windpipe, the witch grinned wickedly. The weapon was quick. Glancing down at the iron blade sticking from her shoulder, Reegan turned behind to see Morgan le Fay's Demon master Naih'Sadrak release the sword from its large claw. The growing red splotch on her sleeve grew bigger signaling the iron poisoning her system. "Enough of this..." the Demon snarled. "Bring the Demon Killer...to the roof...we'll bleed her fully to open the gate..." A line of crimson fell from her shoulder staining the beauty of the mosaic tile. Then all went hazy.
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London Dovenshire Warehouse District Noticing the broken lock of building 769, Trevor tightened his hold on Excalibur slowly entering the seemingly empty warehouse. Rows of cargo, packages, boxes, and crates lined against the aisles while tall shelves containing company goods filled the room obstructing his view of any evil Demon within his line of vision. Hiding behind a large wooden container, the blue eyed man peered around the corner searching for Daniel. Creepy sounds vibrated against the walls adding to the ambience of dimly lit light illuminating the establishment through the rooftop windows above. Trevor gulped nervously wondering what he was doing at this moment. Cursing his inexperience as a Demon fighter, the reformed gigolo reevaluated his life. What am I doing here? I could be killed. Daniel is a friend and I have to save him. Boy, am I screwed! Listening to the conversation in his head, the dark brown haired gentleman agreed with his conscience and bravely zigzagged his way to the center of the room. It took just a peek around the corner to see a figure tied up sitting in a chair blindfolded. Trevor darted his head both ways ensuring that no Demons might be near. The coast seemed clear. Gripping Excalibur, the former escort tiptoed to the captive and felt a sense of relief when he identified him to be Daniel. The young blond man appeared badly roughed up. Dried blood matted his face while deep scratches raked across the handsome man's face. Purplish bruises displayed on his right eye while a deep scab appeared on his forehead. Daniel looked badly injured. Ripping off the blindfold, the Heartbreaker escort felt relieve to see him. "Trevor!" exclaimed Daniel. Instantly the tears flowed from his eyes. "Shhh!" the blue eyed man replied putting a finger to the blond's lips. "Quiet! They might still be around!" "They're horrible!" whispered the Heartbreaker escort sobbing. "What are they?" "Demons," said Trevor without flinching. Cutting the robe with his sword, the dark brown haired gentleman freed his friend but first placed his hands on the sex worker's shoulders for instructions. "Daniel, listen to me. We have to get out of here. I need for you to trust me." Daniel nodded wiping his tears as they rush to hide behind a huge empty crate in one of the aisles of the warehouse. Signaling for the blond man to follow, Trevor led him through a serious of covered containers concealing their whereabouts from their enemies. Spotting the exit door in the distance, the former escort turned to his friend to inform him of his plan. "Okay Daniel," instructed Trevor. "The exit door is right there. When I give the signal run as fast as you can and don't look back." Daniel grinned and agreed on the his strategy. Carefully gesturing to his blond companion, the reformed gigolo started the countdown. "Okay, on the count of three. One, two, thr..." Chapter 19: The Prophecy 109
Changeling Heartbreaker Trevor's third count got cut off the moment two hands pushed him with such incredible force toward the other side of the warehouse aisle. He crashed into a stack of cardboard empty boxes which cushioned his fall but delayed his attempt at escaping. Still holding Excalibur in his hand, Trevor lifted his eyes up to see Daniel standing on the other side laughing at him. "What's the big idea?" he asked startled by the blond man's sudden burst of strength. "The big idea is...I have to keep you busy..." A sickening growl ruptured from the blond escort's throat. Trevor watched in horror as the eyes of his friend grew pitch black while flesh of his face started to peel away. Daniel's clothing tore apart shredding the material to reveal a series of decomposed skin underneath while large talon fingers sprouted from his hand. Clutching Excalibur tight in both his hands, a frightened Trevor Tanner prepared to battle his former friend without the aid of magic to help him. "What have you done to Daniel?" he asked demanding to know. "I'm right...here..." cackled the Demon displaying his row of sharp teeth. "I am Yent'Ruohk....the Demon of Envy...Daniel summoned me...to possess him..." "Liar!" screamed the reformed escort. "I know Daniel. He would fight for his soul! You stole it from him before you killed him! Admit it!" Yent'Ruohk roared with laughter. "You're a fool...human...Daniel was weak...because he was jealous...of you...An Envy Demon...would not lie...about such things..." "I don't believe you!" he shouted. "Daniel and I were friends. He wouldn't be jealous of me." "You would...think so..." slithered the Demon. "You...got all the attention...from Joel Sabatini...He was your pimp...but he was like a father...to you all...He helped you become...a successful pornstar...and escort...Daniel got nothing...sold his body...and got nothing in return...no attention...no friendship...no love..." "So he's blaming me for working in the sex industry?" Trevor questioned half believing in what the monster was saying. "That wasn't my fault!" "Everything is you fault..." teased the Yent'Ruohk. "You took the life...he wanted. You got everything in the end...so he wished for revenge...General Naih'Sadrak came to Daniel...with a bargain...let me possess his body...and he gets the power...to kill his enemies..." "What enemies?" he asked. "Daniel had not enemies." "Yes..." hissed the monster. "Joel Sabatini...the Heartbreaker escorts...He said they ruined...his life...so I possessed him...and he ordered me to kill them...just like he is telling me...to kill you..." Trevor grit his teeth. "You killed Joel and the other guys! You'll die for that!" "No...Trevor Tanner..." grinned the creature. "You'll be the one... who dies...General Naih'Sadrak no longer...needs your blood...to be the key...He found another way...I just had to distract you...so you won't interfere with his plans...to open the gates of Hell...starting with Avalon..." "That's impossible!" snapped the blue eyed warrior. "I'm the key!" Chapter 19: The Prophecy 110
Changeling Heartbreaker "Not anymore." The Demon lunged itself at Trevor who was still holding Excalibur. Swinging the sword repeatedly hoping to make a strike, Yent'Ruohk backhanded him with his claw sending the reformed escort flying against corner of the stocked shelving causing him to drop the sword next to him. Leaping to the top of one of the fixtures, the monster pushed with tremendous force the racks containing rows of heavy crates, metal containers, and large boxes toward the blue eyed hunk. It took only a few seconds for the domino affect to happen. One shelf connected with the next fixture and another after that as a barrage of goods descended on the poor warrior burying him in a pile of packaged products, heavy crates and metal bins. Crushed underneath these items, Trevor gasped for air discovering in sheer panic that his body now had been immovable. He felt his spirit leave his body as he made his way through the darkness. Avalon Reegan tried to pull the iron manacles around her wrists away from the wooden crucifix she had been chained to but it was no use. Even in her weakened state, her magic would not work on the breaking the iron bondage. The poison began to take affect on her body as she glanced down at her shoulder wound and realized that it was not healing. Trying to keep her eyes opened, she stared at the male husk that once was Mordred le Fay, now inhabited by his evil mother Morgan conversing, with the Demon General Naih'Sadrak on top the roof highest skyscraper on Avalon. "Wakey wakey," snicked the witch lifting her chin with the flat end of her Pendragon Dagger. "We wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun." "Quit stalling..." griped the Demon General. "Bleed her...now!" "Patience Master," smiled Morgan le Fay. "We want to savor this moment." Crossing over to the corner of the rooftop, the evil woman grabbed a bag and dumped small logs of wood around the crucifix. "I hope you enjoy heat because I'm going to burn a Fairy to the stake. However a proper burning would not possible if not for special firewood. Do you know what kind of wood?" Reegan stayed silent hoping to stay awake. Down below, the vampire Sheila Robespierre called for a specialized army from Avalon to stop the Naih'Sadrak from opening a portal to Hell. The Demon General had several of his underworld minions guarding the interior of the building barricading the organized forces of the city's magical citizens from entering the establishment. Using their magics and mystical arsenal, the army organized a break in. Reegan hoped it would be soon. "Hurry..." ordered Naih'Sadrak. "Queen Morrgian's troops...are preparing a rescue...Start the prophecy...now!" Morgan le Fay had no tolerance for impatience. Ignoring her masters demands, she returned to the red haired woman and posed the same question. "Answer my question. Do you know what kind of wood?" Refusing to play into the witch's evil game, the scarlet sorceress said nothing.
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Darkness. Was he dead? Is this Heaven or Hell? Trevor did not know wandering through the black void surrounding him. Padding barefoot through the opaque environment, he could feel the chilliness around him. It did not help that he was walking around naked. Heading through this surreal facade, he saw a light coming toward him at the end of his path. The bright glow increased coming closer to reveal a old man with a long gray beard dressed in brown medieval robes heading in his direction. Trevor instantly knew who he was. "Merlin?" "So you're the young man involved with my daughter," the wizard noted analyzing him. "Though I must say Reegan has always had poor choices when it came to men." "Exactly where am I?" asked Trevor. "Limbo my boy," replied Merlin. "The place between life and death. Neither Heaven or Hell where spirits dwell for bit before deciding to move on." The wizard scratched his beard. "Say, you didn't bring any popcorn with you when you died? I've been hoping to try some." Trevor shook his head stunned by question. Here was the great Merlin Pendragon, grand wizard extraordinaire, and he was asking about popcorn from a buck naked former bisexual escort and pornstar? "Pity," pouted the old wizard. "I so hoped to try popcorn. When you're a corporeal spirit living for centuries it is difficult when the living world can't see, hear, touch, and sense your presence. Thank goodness for the invention of movies which has kept me in touch with the modern world. Oh and television! Though reality shows are starting to really irritate me. What ever happened to fictional television?" The blue eyed hunk could not believe what he was hearing. The legendary wizard Merlin sneaking into movie theaters and households as an invisible spirit to get his entertainment fix? It boggled the mind! "So Trevor Tanner, you're wondering why you here," stated the sorcerer. "You've died temporarily but you're body hasn't moved on yet. There is a reason for that. You have to fulfill your destiny as the key to stop the end of the world." "How am I suppose to do that when I'm stuck in limbo?" Trevor stated the obvious. "I'm sure the the Demon General already started opening the floodgates." "He has," Merlin agreed. "However he hasn't fully released all of Hell into the world. That is why you were brought there. Divine forces are at work to ensure that Apocalypse doesn't occur. My boy, you've got some powerful friends helping you but first you need a partner to get you started." Merlin led the way down the darkened path letting his light illuminate the way. After a few minutes, they stopped allowing Trevor to peek over the wizard's shoulder to see a nude man sporting long dark hair and a beard kneeling to watch a male and female couple copulate in a passionate embrace. Crystal clear eyes observed with sorrow as the reformed escort recognized the individual. "Mordred!" The evil knight turned his eyes toward Trevor and Merlin staring blankly appearing completely lost at that moment. Upon seeing the image, Merlin embarrassingly covered his eyes. Chapter 20: The Darkness 113
Changeling Heartbreaker "Ugggh, no father wants to see that!" clucked the wizard. Trevor glanced at the image and figured out the magician's humiliation. Cavorting in front of the two men, a scene played out of Mordred and Reegan in states of undress rolling around on a bed. "Now I'll have to bleach my eyes after this." Kneeling next to the former villain who appeared disoriented, Merlin approached the depressed man. "Mordred, guess who I brought." Mordred's sad blue eyes said it all as he spoke. "They say you're my son. I don't see the resemblance except for the blue eyes, chiseled chin, and both our gifted manly endowments." Trevor had to agree with him on all three especially about their penis size. He and Mordred were built like Mack trucks. Noticing Mordred turning away, he attempted to reach out to the man. "Mordred, listen to me. We both love her too. I don't understand why we're both here but if there is chance that we can save Reegan then please help me! Tell me what I can do to protect her!" "You can't protect her," he said bluntly. "You can't even save her. My mother, Morgan le Fay, killed me in order to take over my body. She is a powerful woman and if she succeeded in deposing of her own son then she has already succeeded in murdering Reegan. We've lost!" "Not yet," replied Merlin. "It's true she sold her soul to Hell to escape this prison and possess your dead body Mordred but she has not claimed victory yet. The gateway to Hell has not fully opened. We still may have a chance but we need you two unite and work together to stop her. Trevor and Mordred, you both are our only hope." Trevor jumped up. "I say we do this thing! Mordred?" Extending his hand to his birth father, the evil sorcerer took it. "If it means kicking my mother's sorry ass," he responded pulling himself up. "Then I'm more than happy to assist." "Wonderful!" squealed Merlin performing a happy dance. "However you first must reconcile with your own personal pain before you are ready." "What do you mean Merlin?" asked Mordred. Merlin smiled as the bright light surrounding him flashed blinding the two men. Once their eyes adjusted they discovered that the wizard had vanished leaving a small glowing sphere that suspended itself through the darkness. Following the bright object, the two men walked a few feet before the orb faded out leaving them again in blackness. "What was that about?" asked Trevor. "I don't know but all these cryptic clues are starting to piss me off," griped Mordred. Suddenly an image appeared in front of them. Similar to watching a scene on a big movie screen, the picture grew clearer exhibiting a blond couple rolling around on a bed in a sensual tryst. Dark blond locks spilled across the bare shoulders of the gentleman who covered his female companion's body with tremendous passion. The two men viewed the players in awe of their illicit prowess and desirous stamina. "Who are they?" the reformed escort referred to Mordred. "King Uther Pendragon and Lady Igraine," remarked the former knight. "King Arthur's parents. Uther seduced the much married Lady Igraine who bore the bastard child of Camelot." "Talk about a Maury Povich moment," giggled Trevor. "Who your baby daddy?" Chapter 20: The Darkness 114
Changeling Heartbreaker Mordred did not laugh as the scene changed. This time the performers caught in bed involved a dark haired woman and a dark blond haired man. Something in this situation did not seem right as the reformed gigolo sensed a coldness emitting from the female's icy personality. Even during the sexual tryst, the two players appeared distant and emotionless. Quickly the image transformed again to exhibit the dark haired female pregnant at nine months giving birth to child similar to her features with the exception of his blue eyes. Trevor knew that the woman had been Morgan le Fay and the man was King Arthur. The infant was Mordred. "Funny how my conception was not born out of love," sneered the dark sorcerer. "The irony in all of this was the Oedipus Rex similarity where I ended up killing my father just to preserve my mother's honor. I was such a fool!" "Hey you couldn't have known," reassured the blue eyed hunk. "You were simply trying to be a good son." "Yeah and where has that got me?" Mordred pointed out at their current situation. "Shhh," said the reformed escort. "The movie is starting again!" A new scene played out. This time set during mid-eighties. Trevor could tell from the way Mordred had sported a permed mullet. Dressed in a Don Johnson styled suit, the dark brown haired man viewed his birth father with his pants around his ankles pumping himself inside a scantily clad woman with teased hair from behind. The former gigolo scrutinized the female counting a wad of cash in her hand and snarled. "That's my mom!" he exclaimed. "Melanie Rosenstein is your mother?" shouted Mordred turning red in the face. "Jesus Christ! I did impregnate a hooker!" Trevor glared at his birth father. "So how long were you fucking her? I mean you did hire her for sex! Did you know you knocked her up? Why didn't you take me with you?" "Look Trevor," said the evil knight trying to explain himself. "It was the eighties. I did a lot partying back then so hiring hookers for cocaine parties was the in thing to do at the time. She never told me she was pregnant. Otherwise, I would have claimed you as my son." The dark brown haired hunk rolled his eyes. "Sure you would. That's why I got stuck living in the foster care system. Thanks a lot Mordred." "Trevor..." A different picture popped up on the screen. This time showing a boy about five years old with messy dark brown hair and blue eyes. Racing into the kitchen, the little tyke grabbed one the drawers spilling utensils on to the floor. As piles of silverware scattered around him, the youngster grabbed a small sharp knife and hid it behind his back. Just then an older gentleman carrying a bottle of booze stepped in blocking the door preventing the little boy's escape. Grabbing the pant leg of the five year old, the lecherous man laughed as he dragged the child close to him. Spinning on his back, the tyke whipped out the blade forcing it hard into the screaming man's groin drawing large amounts of blood. Puddles of crimson poured from the mans crotch as he laid groaning in pain. "I thought I blocked that out completely," commented Trevor. A slight tear slid down his eye. "That pedophile tried to rape you?" interrogated his birth father. "Your mother did nothing to protect you?" Chapter 20: The Darkness 115
Changeling Heartbreaker "She was too busy being passed out from alcohol," replied the reformed escort. "I constantly had to fight her perverted boyfriends who tried to do things to me. After that incident, social services placed me in foster homes until I was old enough to run away." Mordred's heart broke for his son. He reached for him but the man pulled away. "Trevor, I'm sorry. I had no idea. No child should suffer like that. I wish I had known Melanie had a child. I would fight tooth and nail to keep you." "Too little too late Dad," snapped Trevor. "If these pictures that we're seeing is of our past then how do we deal with these memories and move on?" Putting his hands on the former escort's shoulders, Mordred smiled. "We see it through and we try to reach a mutual understanding. Some sort of reconciliation. Maybe a compromise. Trevor, we have to try for Reegan's sake." "Mordred there's more you need to know," his son advised. Trevor was right. More revelations were about to come. The film transformed again. This time showcasing a young seventeen year old Trevor getting off a bus in Los Angeles, meeting Joel Sabatini, and entering the seedy world of the sex trade industry. Several scenes flashed of Trevor participating in several explicit acts in front of camera working with men as well as women. Unable to speak, Mordred le Fay attempted to be supportive. "So you do porn?" Trevor's birth father managed to say. "That is quite an interesting career path." "Oh and I also escort on the side," the blue eyed hunk admitted. "But I'm fully retired from both professions. I swear." "That's nice," responded Mordred. Inhaling a breath, the sorcerer tried to give his offspring some sense of wisdon. "Look Trevor, I know I haven't been an active father so I won't judge the choices you made in your life. Hell, I'm one to talk. I murdered your grandfather and sided with your grandmother to end the world. The fact is that we have now have a second chance to make this relationship right. If you want to, we can start over and learn to be father and son. What do you say?" "I guess Mordred that the question is if you want to do this?" inquired Trevor hoping he would agree. "I absolutely do," replied the former knight. "I want to be your father." Trevor smiled. "Then I very much want to be your son." "Good." Within the darkened world of limbo, the two embraced reuniting the familiar bond that had been long overdue. Once again a small light brightened in front of them displaying Merlin clapping his hands in approval. "I see you two have made up," grinned the old wizard. "Now it's time for the final test." "What's that?" asked Trevor. "To see my daughter Reegan. Both your love for her can save her." Chapter 20: The Darkness 116
Chapter 21: The Binding

"Just a few more paces," mentioned Merlin weaving through the darkened area of limbo. The wizard's light flickered as Trevor and Mordred saw two nude figures on a wooden platform back to back with their hands, feet, and neck chained together. Stepping closer into view, the two men gasped in surprise to see the Changeling they were both in love with no longer present in one body but separated by their male and female forms. Long fiery hair belonging to Reegan touched the base of the short scarlet crowned Regan as they glanced at their lovers, both current and former, staring at them with curiosity. "This is your truest test," said the magician. "Your love for them is the only thing that will save them." With that advice, the wizard vanished in a blink of an eye leaving the duo to observe their lovers struggling with the confines of their binds. Trevor took the first initiative approaching Regan touching the man's face while Mordred caressed Reegan's cheek on the opposite end. "Tell what to do to release you," said Mordred tugging at the metal links. It was no use. The chains were unbreakable. "I knew you would come," said Reegan as her red hair fell down to her bare breasts. As she began her sentence, her other half finished her statement and vice versa. "I felt your presence," mentioned Regan. "It was quite strong." Raising her manacles in the air, the sorceress addressed the men. "This iron bondage..." "Is a symbol of the bond I have with you both," her scarlet haired male counterpart ended the quote. "Is it possible..." "To love us as we are?" asked the female Demon Killer. "Both male..." "And female?" the Changeling's male form inquired. "Mordred and..." "Trevor," said Reegan. "We are two halves of the same person." "We love. We feel." stated Regan. "Can you find it in yourselves to share us?" Placing his hands on both sides of the red headed man's face, Trevor glimpsed hard into his green eyes and kissed him fiercely. Mordred observed his son taking in his lover's lips surprisingly not in disgust of the fact that the two men were sharing a passionate attachment but in deep fascination of the union of their bodies exhibiting an untold connection. Envious that Trevor was uninhibited about his feelings, he secretly wanted to share the same relationship to search the joys of unexplored secrets contained within their bodies. In truth, he wanted to be Trevor. Pulling from Regan, Trevor placed his head in the crimson haired lad's lap. "You know I love you both. Like I said, I promised to love you no matter which gender, which form, which part of you decide to be. I want everything about you and even this curse won't prevent me from loving you." "Yet you still left us," Reegan responded sadly. "We gave you our heart and you stole it away like your father did." She turned to Mordred who directed his eyes down.
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Changeling Heartbreaker stirring a desire that only they both could comprehend. 'Trevor...mmmm,' moaned the male Changeling. Turning a sinful peek at Mordred, the red haired gentleman licked his lips at the former dark magician and gave him an enticing invitation. Intrigued by the green eyed man's seductive charms, Mordred quickly kissed the Changeling's female form before leaving her to join his son who had just finished with sampling his male lover. Politely tapping his offspring on the shoulder, the reformed escort got up from his knees. "Trevor...uh...you wouldn't mind if I...have uh...Regan?" asked his father. The dark brown haired hunk grinned and put an arm around his father. "Not at all but Mordred, are you sure you know what you're doing? Have you ever been with a man?" "Well I've seen your gay films," growled the dark sorcerer. Trevor did not want to know ask about where his father had seen his porn movies. "Why don't you teach me?" "With pleasure," smiled Trevor. "Start by positioning him." Gently placing the red haired lad on to his stomach, the male Changeling raised his bare buttocks to them both while grasping the side of the platform. Next to him, Reegan observed with lustful desire their education on her male counterpart. Fingering her pearl and velvet opening with her wet fingers, she cooed. "Don't keep me waiting." Who she was referring did not matter since both men were willing to please her. In this case, Trevor happily offered his services. "Now the rest Dad is entirely up to you," suggested the blue eyed man. Moving next to a willing Reegan, Trevor positioned himself between her legs and thrust himself in. "Of course...uhhhh...you have to keep with me..." "Let your old man show you how it's done," teased Mordred. Gut instinct told him what to do. Spreading the round flesh of Regan's bottom, he discovered the manly entrance of the man and teased the opening with his tongue. In response of being rimmed by the dark sorcerer, the scarlet lad called out his name enjoying the invasion of his mouth delighting his sinful senses. "Mordred...Mordred..." Regan called out his name. Gripping the platform hard, the crimson haired magician moaned a few times before turning his head in anticipation. On the other side, Trevor pumped his hips into Reegan repeatedly enjoying the rhythm of their bodies as pleasured washed over them. However, it was Mordred who focused his energies on his male lover. Spitting into his hand, the former dark knight slicked his hard shaft until it grew enormous at full standing. Releasing another wad of salvia on his palm, he coated Regan's opening making moist and ready for his invitation. Then slowly he entered him. The scarlet sorcerer gasped at his girth, both wide and long, stretching him touching the most sensitive parts of his nerves and opening a Pandora's box of desire. "Mordred...uhhh...Mordred..." the crimson haired man grunted. "Regan...ahhhh...you feel so good...so tight..." Mordred responded throwing his head back in pleasure. Grasping at his lover's hips he bucked into the pressure as Regan's masculine walls squeezed his sex to the point of oblivion. The dark knight did not want to release him.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Mordred...don't stop...fuck me..." pleaded the scarlet man. Lifting his body to touch the former evil magician's face, the red headed lad kissed his lover with wild abandonment. A deep connection ignited between the two men making Trevor's father aware that his attraction extended beyond loving Reegan. He also loved Regan as well. White hot heat shot through their bodies as the moment of climax came for them both. Mordred released first as his seed erupted inside Regan. "Regan...I going to cuuuummm!" the dark sorcerer cried out. "Me...too....AAAAAAHHHHHH!' A wave of seed exploded from Regan splashing against the wooden platform. Both men collapsed to the ground holding each other sealing their union with another kiss. "Can you love me as a male Mordred?" asked Regan. "I will love you in either form that is you," smiled the former evil knight. On the opposite side of the platform, Trevor embraced Reegan. Their lovemaking session became endless as both climaxed into a wave of seed and perspiration. Embracing her while staring at his father holding Regan, the two men smiled accepting the special relationship between the four of them. "Does this mean we're officially involved in a foursome?" asked Trevor. "Not..." noted Reegan. "Yet," finished Regan. Both figures vanished into the darkness leaving father and son to ponder what just happened. Quickly getting up from the platform, a bright light from behind them caught their attention. It flickered brightly before finally showing itself to them. "Merlin?" Trevor addressed the figure. "No quite," said the man. Wearing regal gold armor and sporting huge, white birdlike wings, the blond hair gentleman glimpsed both men with kindness through compassionate blue eyes. "It's not Merlin!" gasped Mordred shedding tears. "It's King Arthur Pendragon!" Collapsing to the floor, the former dark sorcerer groveled at his feet. "Forgive me Father for my treachery and betrayal! I accept whatever punishment you have for me for the wickedness of my deeds!" "That is not necessary my son," smiled King Arthur. "I have forgiven you a long time ago. Your dark soul is starting to diminish once you fully ask for redemption." "I do Father!" said the reformed dark knight. "I accept salvation in all forms. Tell me how!" "You started by accepting your son Trevor," said the ascended monarch. "Let him be your salvation as you unite to defeat your mother Morgan le Fay!" "But how we do did that Grandpa?" Trevor jumped in. "I mean they already started opening the gateway to Hell with the blood of Reegan and Mordred."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "True," remarked King Arthur. "But every door can be closed with same key." "My blood!" exclaimed the blue eyed hunk. "They haven't use it to open the gateway. That means I can close it with mine!" "Precisely," said the monarch. "Plus, you are related to me so you are able to wield my most powerful weapon. "Excalibur," noted Mordred. "But Father, once we close the gate. We still have the Demons that escaped through the portal to contend with. Two men can't take out an entire army with one sword." "Believe in the power of Divine intervention," laughed King Arthur. "You have friends in high places. I'll even help you. You're looking at the new Heavenly gatekeeper between worlds. After Sidheon vacated the position, the Big Guy upstairs offered me a promotion when I died." "So you're the new angel that watches the doors between worlds," responded Trevor. "Awesome!" "Yeah it is," giggled the royal. "I can seal the portal permanently but I won't be able to help you with the Demon invasion that escaped through. Now this is where you two come in. As single individuals, you can't battle an entire horde of Demons but if your bodies were joined together, you'll be an unstoppable force." "You want us to be bonded into one magical immortal being?" inquired Mordred. "Forever?" "Exactamundo!" exclaimed King Arthur. "Think about it. Two minds sharing one body! It's brilliant! Besides Mordred, you're a ghost now without a permanent body. Beggars can't be choosers. Think about the Changeling you love! It's a match made in Heaven. Plus, it'll strengthen your relationship as father and son! How about it?" Mordred stared at Trevor who looked at him back. "I don't know." "Come on Dad," suggested Trevor. "What choice do we have? We have to save the world!" A small tear came from the corner of the former dark sorcerer's eye. "You called me Dad. I didn't know our relationship had progressed to that point..." "We have plenty of time to decide what we'll call each other," said the blue eyed hunk. "Grandpa, bind us! Do your thing!" Flashes of light exploded in the darkness. Both men woke up in a body buried underneath a pile or rubble.
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"Trevor! Wake up!" Feeling the weight of the darkness surrounding him, the blue eyed man felt around the heavy wooden crates and metal containers pressing against his back while his body remained motionless on the floor. Drowned out by the growl of the envy Demon known as Yent'Ruohk the reformed escort listen to the creature pace across the warehouse of Dovenshire. Lifeless hands spread across the concrete ground as he heard his father Mordred shouting in his ear. "Trevor! Get up! We have to work to do!" Trevor wiggled his fingers. No pain emitted from them signaling no internal damage or broken bones. This was a good sign. Pushing against the barricade pressing into his back, he slowly began to rise from the floor. Gravity resisted pulling him down but the dark brown haired man continued pressing the obstacle upward. Another push and he felt it move. Now determined more than ever, he pushed again. And again until finally the containers shifted off him and toppled to the side. Loud crashes of objects falling resonated in the building catching the attention of Yent'Ruohk. Staring into the rumpled mess of goods cluttered in the one spot, the Demon glared curiously at the vibrating motion of the large crates, containers, and broken fixtures grumbling from a centralized area. Refusing to believe that Trevor Tanner was alive did not register with the creature. He had killed the man with his own two claws toppling all warehouse shelving and shipments on top of the human crushing him to death. No mortal could have survived that attack. Yent'Ruohk was wrong. Bursting out from the barrage of objects trapping him, Trevor rammed a fist through the debris of wood and metal surrounding him. Pulling apart the material like tearing paper, the blue eyed hunk crawled out of his prison unharmed and undamaged. The monster roared with rage. "Wow I'm super strong!" the dark brown haired man noted. He could feel the incredible power coursing through his body. "I'm like Superman." "Well your Kryptonite is magic! Trevor, watch out for the Demon!" Hearing his father's voice in his head, the reformed escort remembered what the angelic King Arthur told them in limbo. Sharing one mind and one body. Mordred and him were eternally connected. Even surprisingly, Trevor's body now had been made immortal. Trevor attempted to ponder this concept for a minute before the Demon charged at him knocking toward a row of broken shelving. "Told you! You should listen to me son!" He shook his head woozy from the surprise attack. "Not now Dad!" "Hey! Arthur said we had to work together! You're not doing a good job at it!" "Now is not the time to argue Dad!" snapped Trevor. "I'm a little busy!" Lifting his gaze to monitor his opponent's next attack, he shifted his eyes to a shiny weapon buried underneath a pile of rubble that originally had imprisoned him. Excalibur laid in wait for him. Yent'Ruohk roared with wicked laughter. "I'm going...to enjoy...killing you...twice..." Chapter 22: The Return 122
Changeling Heartbreaker "Go for it dickwad!" Trevor grinned. Offended by the human's arrogance, the Demon lunged toward the dark haired man. The reformed gigolo anticipated the attack and jumped out of the way landing a strong kick to the beast's shoulder sending Yent'Ruohk flying toward several fixtures containing crates and boxes causing them to bury him in an avalanche of warehouse goods. Seizing the opportunity, Trevor ran to grab Excalibur which had been trapped under the pile of debris. The former escort grabbed the sword by the hilt and pointed it toward the Demon. "Let me drive!" "No, I got this Dad," he replied. "No you don't. We're wasting time with this Demon. Let me take over so we can quickly finish this!" Trevor clucked his tongue. "Fine." Mordred felt his mind enter in the body of his son. Strong arms slipped through the sleeves as one would putting on a shirt while blue eyes slipped through the mask of the physical husk. He explored himself sensing the touch of his flesh as he now possessed the body of his offspring which he used to battle Yent'Ruohk with. Bloodcurdling growls echoed from the pile of broken junk the moment the creature tore its way out of its cage. "Die...Trevor..." it hissed. However it was not Tanner in control of the body. Mordred raised a palm to the monster just at it raced toward him. Concentrating all his energies, the former evil sorcerer felt the surge of power around him and fired one electrical wave at the grotesque abomination. Yent'Ruohk's hideous body shook as each bolt passed through its dark veins. Trapped in it wattage, Mordred prepared to strike. "Watch and learn son," he smirked. "What are you going to do Dad..." With sword in hand, the blue eyed sorcerer charged at the Demon plunging Excalibur through its sinister heart. Acidic blood spilled on to the ground while flames erupted around the Demon reducing the monstrous side into a hill of charred ash and embers. Still holding Excalibur, Mordred observed the creature before turning his head to the reflective surface of metal crate that reflected his appearance like a mirror. "Dad, what is it?" "Oh nothing," he assured him. "It's this eternal binding body thing. We just look a little different. Check out our reflection." Trevor could not believe it as he gazed through the eyes of his father. His face seemed a little different to the point others might question if he had any plastic surgery. Dark brown hair now resembled his father's long black brunette locks while a small beard sprouted around his mouth. Despite all this, the two men shared the chiseled features of a cleft chin and piercing blue eyes similar to water which made them appear quite indistinguishable. "Looks like Grandpa gave us a makeover."
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Changeling Heartbreaker "He did indeed," said Mordred pulling down his t-shirt to admire the tribal tattoo on his chest that once belonged to Trevor. "Okay the Demon's dead but we have to find a way to get back to Avalon quickly." '"I know. Queen Morrigan gave me a teleportation ring! It's in my jeans pocket." Mordred fished the ring out of son's pants. Slipping the gold band over his finger, the experienced sorcerer raised his hand and called forth the magic. "Bring us to Avalon!" Blinding light covered the warehouse as the image of the atmosphere altered sending them through a wormhole blurring their vision until it readjusted itself. The image in front them gradually became clearer until the rescuers saw beautiful skyscapers falling from the air landing in a heap of dust and demolished concrete. "What is happening here?" Mordred lifted his eyes to the tallest building to allow his son see what was occurring in Avalon. Above them the skies had turned blood red as a mysterious fiery bridge connected to a huge open portal that seemed to have cracked through this current reality. Hellish images appeared through the torn gateway just as swarms of Demons descended to the Earth. "We're too late!" "No we're not! Come on!" the former dark magician ordered. Dragging Excalibur along, Mordred raced down the streets until he stopped to see an army of supernatural creatures in fatigues and military uniforms battling the Demons crossing the threshold into the human world hoping to prevent them for leaving the magical city. Loud explosions and the sight of Hell's soldiers being reduced to ash made it difficult for magician to get through. Thankfully, he saw the vampire Sheila Robespierre ordering her troops to take out a row of invading Demons. "Come on men!" Sheila instructed. "Defend Avalon and exterminate every Demon that is trying to escape this place. We can't let them get into the human world!" Sounds of mystical gunfire and magic being used resonated through the city as the first set of Demons were eliminated only to have another row take their place. It seemed their army was outnumbered. "Dad we have to help them!" "How Trevor?" replied Mordred. "Even my magic is not strong enough to wipe out that entire group." "Not by one single person but two can. Remember what Grandpa said. Together we are stronger. I'm super strong. Maybe your magic is stronger since we're sharing power. Try it." "Okay." King Arthur's son shut his eyes and called forth all his power. He summoned the energies that resided everywhere from every element, every unseen force to the energy of the sun and nuclear power. From this power, he shaped it allowing it to spread, molding it into big huge tremendous beacon of light sending the waves through each monstrous creature. Then slapped the ground to release it. Sure enough the spell worked. Mordred quickly opened his eyes to see the light he created exploded every Demon into a pile of ash and flame. Groups upon groups became affected as each monster became destroyed Chapter 22: The Return 124
Changeling Heartbreaker allowing Avalon's soldiers to have advantage in this war. "Good job Dad! Told you could do it!" "We're not out of the clear yet," commented the sorcerer. "There's more coming." He was right. Even with annihilating the first few groups of Demons, more began dropping from the sky. Sheila Robespierre noticed their saviors heading toward them and quickly greeted them. "Thank you stranger," replied Sheila. "It's good you came to help us with this war." "Sheila, it's Trevor Tanner," said Trevor taking over temporarily for his father. "You know the human?" "Trevor the human?" gasped the vampire. "You look different. What happened to you?" "It's a long story but I'm here to help," he explained. He pointed to the tallest skyscraper where the gateway had been opened in the sky. "I have to get up there to close the portal." "We've tried," she told him. "But our forces are no match for the hundreds of Demons coming. We had to hold the fort here. Plus, we have an even bigger problem." She directed his attention far off in the distance. The gigantic General Demon Naih'Sadrak could be seen from a mile away swatting down attacking Avalon soldiers and other supernatural troops. He had been too large to defeat. "Holy shit!" remarked Trevor. "He looks like Godzilla!" "Exactly," said Sheila. "We're too busy trying to handle Naih'Sadrak and the Demon attacks here that no one get close to the building. I'm sorry Trevor, you're on your own." She returned to her troops who now raced toward the giant Demon General who was attacking the city. "We have no choice Trevor. We have to fight our way through. Let me take over for now." "Not this time Dad," answered his son. Clutching Excalibur, the blue eyed hunk prepared to battle. "Sit this one out this time." "Trevor..." Trevor ignored Mordred. Making his way past the hordes of Demons attacking him, the reformed gigolo managed to slash, hack, and slice his way through the lobby the skyscraper building where the gateway prophecy was taking place. Two hideous monsters came at him with both sides to which the superhuman blue eyed gentleman managed to tear out both their hearts with the strength of his bare hands. Discovering himself immune to the acidic blood of the creatures, he smiled to himself as he watched both Demons burst into flame while he got up on the elevator. "Show off." "You know it." Pushing the button to the top floor, the former escort climbed the steps to the rooftop where he watched a wall of supernatural flames engulfing Reegan's unconscious body that had been chained to the cross. A large bridge of fire connected to the gateway of the portal in the sky as he observed Demon after Demon descend to the streets below. Gripping Excalibur tightly in his hand, he made his way toward Reegan. Chapter 22: The Return 125
Changeling Heartbreaker Suddenly an invisible wave of power shot at his back sending him flying across the concrete surface of the ground. Morgan le Fay in the male husk of his father flashed an iron sword in the air and lowered the blade to Trevor's chest. Instinct told him to block which the man did but the witch sent another jolt of energy toward him knocking him across the rooftop and away from Reegan. "Trevor! Be careful! Morgan is a powerful witch! She could kill you!" "You don't have to tell me twice," Trevor shot back. He quickly stood up to face off with the evil sorceress. "You're a fool to face me Trevor Tanner," taunted Morgan le Fay. "Yes, I know you're the bastard offspring of my son so family means nothing to me! Power is what I want and desire and you won't take that from me! You won't close the gateway!" Trevor tried to run past her but the witch closed her hand to bind the man in his place before levitating him and throwing near the edge of the rooftop. Luckily, the reformed gigolo was able to hold on. "Trevor! Her magic is too powerful! Allow me control of this body so I can fight her with my magic!" "Agreed," said Trevor climbing back to the edge. By this time Mordred took possession of the body just as Morgan le Fay sent a fireball toward him. Raising his hand, the former dark knight snuffed out the flame. "What?" screamed the witch. "That's not possible! You don't possess magic unless..." "Hello Mother," sneered Mordred. "Long time no see. I love the new look. It's quite fetching especially when it was my original body." "Mordred," cackled the evil sorceress. "You're now sharing bodies with your bastards? I have taught you well." "Yes you have Mother," grinned the magician. "Especially this!" Flicking a hand at the villainess, a large bolt of energy flew from his hand landing squarely at Morgan le Fay's chest sending her backward against the concrete ground. "You go Dad!" Rage flew into her eyes as the witch opened her hands up to conjure large balls of flames which she threw at her son narrowly missing him as each fiery sphere exploded across the rooftop. Mordred, in turn, fired a few energy orbs of his own causing some damage to his former body as black blood seeped from Morgan le Fay's forehead. As the evil woman struggled to get up, the sorcerer formed a plan at that moment. "Trevor, can you hear and feel my thoughts?" "Of course Dad, we're bonded remember." "Morgan is going to strike," he explained. "I need you to get ready with Excalibur when the time is right." The witch finally stood up more furious than ever. "Ready Trevor?" "Ready Dad." "BASTARD!" screeched the sinister woman. "HOW DARE YOU STRIKE YOUR MOTHER! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" Clapping her hands tightly together, she summoned an enormous Chapter 22: The Return 126
Changeling Heartbreaker energy orb preparing to launch it at her son. "You never were a mother to begin with," snorted Mordred. He shifted his position a bit. "THEN DIE ASSHOLE!" the witch shrieked. Out of nowhere the orb flew from her hand the same time the former dark knight jumped into its path. The energy shard pierced through his shoulder sending him tumbling back in the direction of the flaming cross that held Reegan. Morgan le Fay realized her mistake as a wounded Mordred crawled over to the fiery lumber and spread the blood from Trevor's body that he shared on the wood. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Morgan le Fay wailed. As foretold by the prophecy, the gateway between worlds could only be closed by the holy blood of a descendant of Jesus Christ. Trevor's blood fulfilled the prophecy and his destiny fulfilled. The evil sorceress watched in horror as the flaming bridge connecting Hell's portal disintegrated as the tear in the sky rapidly healed itself. Blood red clouds returned to normal just the last of the Demons trying escape on to Earth were forbidden to enter. Morgan le Fay angrily stood up producing more magical balls of fire in her hand to finish off her son. However it was not Mordred that leaned against the cross of his unconscious beloved but Trevor who turned his head toward the wicked woman. "I'LL MAKE SURE I FINISH THIS JOB THIS TIME!" she hissed. Unfazed by her threat, Trevor called out to her. "Hey Grandma! You're a bitch!" Picking up Excalibur, he swung the blade like a boomerang tossing the sword at Morgan le Fay's throat. The weapon was swift and fast as it sliced through her neck decapitating her male body while her bloodied head rolled across the ground. Her headless corpse soon collapsed right after. "Good show son." "Thanks Dad." Blinding light filled the sky as the men looked up from the rooftop to see a pair of large angel wings and a coat of armor brightening the area of where the portal once stood. King Arthur flew through the sky as he addressed his family. "Good job Trevor and Mordred," he congratulated. "I've made sure the portal is sealed. Now begins the Demon purging. Raise Excalibur in the air please." Trevor pointed the sword to the sky. "Let the power flow through you..." Visions of the world was shared by both men. Trevor and Mordred saw and felt the brightest happiness imaginable. Indescribable words that flowed through their bodies representing everything. Kindness. Compassion. Empathy. Love. The light traveled through them but in truth they were the light. It shot to the sky weaving a spell before returning to Earth to make the rounds of the destroyed city of Avalon. The two men watched as the goodness of the light pierced through the hearts of every Demon, every monster, every abomination, every evil creature attacking the residents of Avalon. They observed these monstrosities burst into flame returning to the underworld to be further tormented for their crimes. Then the light found the gigantic General Niah'Sadrak. It suddenly transformed into a weapon of purity and courage turning into a blade of justice slicing through the the enormous Demon separating the living Chapter 22: The Return 127
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"Trevor..." Reegan moaned weakly struggling with the iron chains manacled to her wrists. Trevor ran to her, picked up Excalibur, and slashed the links breaking the metal releasing the scarlet sorceress from her the wooden cross. Falling toward her lover, the blue eyed man caught just in time tightening his hold while she slowly became lucid. "What...happened?" she groaned lifting her eyes up to peek at him. Seeing Trevor changed sporting longer dark hair and beard and appearing slightly different, she looked into his crystal clear blue eyes and instantly knew it was him. "You're...not the same..." "It's a long story," smiled the dark haired gentleman. "Let's just say that I'm two parts of the same person." "Don't forget about me!" "Sure Dad," he remarked. Reegan's eyebrows raised curious to whom he was talking to but saw no one. Instead her lover comforted her letting his lips communicate his true feelings. Electricity shot through their bodies sparking a memory for the red haired woman sensing that the man indeed had been two people. The touch of his mouth to hers recalled each happy memory of the men she loved. Mordred and Trevor. Father and son now embraced her sharing their love for her. "Move over son. I'm taking over." Sure enough, Mordred did. Embracing her refusing to let go, the reformed evil sorcerer kissed his beloved hard allowing the emotions that had been lost to be found again. Reegan remembered. "Mordred?" she asked placing her face against his. "How is this possible?" "Yes, it's me Reegan," he grinned. "Tell her Dad! Tell her." "I'm getting to that Trevor," he blurted out annoyed. "Give me a minute." "Are you all right?" she asked finding herself able to stand. She faced her former lover who had been watching her through the eyes of her current beau. "Trevor? Mordred? Am I going crazy or are you?" Mordred laughed. "No. No. Let's just say that an old friend helped us save the day in exchange that Trevor and I agree to share the same body for eternity." "What old friend?" inquired Reegan. "Wait. None of this makes any sense. You mean you and Trevor are combined in the same body. No wonder you look different." "I'm the cuter one." The dark haired man rolled his eyes in response to his son's comment. "Reegan, I know this is all a shock but can you accept us for who we are? Two people trapped together as immortal souls loving you as you are. Changeling and all?" Chapter 23: The Resolution 129
Changeling Heartbreaker "Can I speak to Trevor first?" she requested. "Of course." The reformed escort took possession. "Is this true?" she questioned him. "Are you and Mordred sharing one body?" Trevor laughed picking up the red haired woman by the waste and twirled her around. "One body. One mind. One soul. One heart. Reegan, we love you with every part of us. Even with the Changeling curse, we accept both sides of you. Male or female. We just want you as you are. Can you learn to do the same for us?" Grabbing his face, Reegan giggled pressing her lips to his. "Yes! Trevor and Mordred! I will love you forever! Now that you're both immortal, you're both mine forever and eternity!" He reciprocated connected his mouth to hers. "Yes! A match made in Heaven!" Even the angel flying above agreed. King Arthur's luminescent form descended down to greet the two lovers. Ethereal light radiated from his presence as the Reegan and Trevor bowed down to him in respect. "I see you two have kissed and made up," grinned the monarch. "We have and there's plenty of time for us to do a lot of making up," giggled Reegan holding her lover. "Lots and lots of making up." "Oh boy!" "Here I believe this is yours," said the angel handing the scarlet sorceress her Pendragon Dagger back. She thanked the divine being and accepted it with a heartfelt thank you. "Well I must be off. The portal is closed. The Demons defeated. The world is back to normal. I think I'll take vacation to Hawaii. I always wanted to try wind surfing." "Well Grandpa, don't be stranger," said Trevor shaking Arthur's hand. "I won't," replied the angel. "Oh and Trevor, if your father's listening. Tell him I'm proud of him and that I love him." "He loves me? Oh Man, can this day get any better? Bye Dad!" Trevor smiled. "I'm sure he already knows." King Arthur bid the couple farewell as he flew back into the sky disappearing in a flash of light among the clouds. Back on Earth, the blue eyed hunk kissed his scarlet haired woman but became interrupted by two figures kicking down the door of the rooftop. Merlin entered the roof carrying a shivering Nancy wrapped in a blanket. Upon seeing her parents, Reegan rushed over to them. "Father! Mother! You're free!" she cried. "You're finally free!" She hugged them both as the grand wizard carried his wife into the warmth of the sun. "I'm...never...eating ice cream again," Nancy's teeth chattered. She placed her head against her husband's shoulders who lovingly kissed her brow.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "I feel like Richard Gere from An Officer and Gentleman," grinned the old sorcerer. He stroked the faces of his wife and daughter with affection as he accepted the fact that he was no longer imprisoned. Booming detonators ripped apart the doorframe of the rooftop door sending the debris flying everywhere. Queen Morrigan dressed in hospital gown followed by her three Drow escorts stomped up the steps in fit of anger. "WHERE'S THAT BITCH MORGAN LE FAY?" she screamed. "SHE'S GOING TO RULE THE DAY SHE TRIED TO POISON A ROYAL OF AVALON!" "She's dead, your Majesty," said Trevor. "We chopped off her head and stopped the Hell from invading Earth." "Don't take all the credit. I helped too!" "Damn and I so wanted to give that bitch a swift kick in the tuhkus," said Queen Morrigan. "Oh well." Looking around the rooftop, she saw the Lady and the Lake, Merlin, Reegan, and different looking Trevor happily rejoicing in their success. Merlin approached the royal and greeted her with a bow. "Your Majesty, it is honor and a pleasure to meet you again," greeted the grand wizard. "On behalf of my myself and my future son-in-law, we humbly ask to accept our loyal gift of saving Avalon and the world from destruction." "Son-in-law?" asked Trevor. "You allowing me to get married to Reegan?" Merlin turned his head to him. "Of course, you and Mordred helped the save the world. It's the least I can do if my daughter...and son...allows it." "Well Reegan, all cards are on the table," said Trevor. "Will you marry me to live our immortal days as husband and wife, husband and husband, and whatever else this weird situation means?" She put her arms around Trevor. "Of course. If you can accept me as both genders then I can accept you as both Trevor and Mordred combined. In a way I'm the lucky one, I get two for the price of one!" She giggled as the blue eyed man met her mouth to hers. Queen Morrigan, her escorts, and her parents applauded the display of affection. The monarch squealed in delight. "Wonderful! We're having a double wedding!" she clapped. "Double wedding?" she asked. "Who else is getting married?" "Me!" the royal guffawed. "After I was comatose, my Drow escorts Tom, Dick, and Harry realized they couldn't live without me and asked for my hand. I accepted! I'm going to be the luckiest Jewish princess polygamist ever!" She raced to her trio of guards and kissed each and every one of them. "We're getting married! Okay Trevor, I want a bachelor party in Vegas!"
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Changeling Heartbreaker Avalon had a lavish Jewish wedding. Queen Morrigan was dressed in the most expensive Vera Wang wedding gown while her three grooms walked down the aisle wearing Hugo Boss tuxedos. Reegan Ambrose looked just as beautiful in a simple dress ordered from David's Bridal while Trevor took the reigns as future husband in his Armani suit. Mordred experienced it all through his son's eyes as they a rabbi satyr presided over the ceremony. The magical city flourished in the aftermath of the Demon invasion with Queen Morrigan ruling wisely over the mystical kindom. With the assistance of her three Drow husbands, the royal learned to heed their advice and stay stress free both in the office and in the bedroom. Sadly soldiers who gave the lives during the Demon attack were give a proper burial include Hans the Werewolf. His mate, the vampire Sheila Robespierre, cried during the ceremony finally revealing her true feelings about him. Sheila's quick thinking and courageous leadership skills did not go unnoticed. Appointed as Chief Secretary of Defense, she oversaw all supernatural activity happening in the world. Creating the Department of Extreme Affairs and Thorough Helping or D.E.A.T.H., Sheila recruited Reegan and Trevor as field agents to combat future Demon attacks and maintain order in the magical community. The newlyweds relished in their new career paths. Back in the human world, Merlin adjusted to the modern age of living. His skill for carpentry and eye for detail helped his wife Nancy properly remodel the Lady and Lake restaurant and tavern making it a hot tourist spot for Iantown generating revenue for the village. Even Larry the Demon agreed as he finally PSP playing with it in his office while watching reruns of BBC programming. Merlin finally got to taste popcorn which he tended to buy in bulk from London's Costco warehouse driving Nancy crazy with his constant snack food hoarding. As for Reegan and Trevor... Clutching the bed railing of the mattress, Regan banged the metal post against the wall. The pleasures Mordred was inducing into him were just to much to bear. His dark haired lover gripped his hips discovering his masculine opening slick with the excess of lubricant his blue eyed sorcerer inserted into him allowing easy access into his entrance. "Take it...take it..." grunted Mordred pushing his condom laced shaft into him. Internal walls caved in to the invasion of a hardness pushing through. The pressure tightened squeezing every last ounce of strength on the dark haired man's shaft leeting the pleasure receptors be switched on. Regan grunted raking his hands against the bed as Mordred's hips bucked into him slapping his sack in a sensuous manner tickling his manly entrance. "Oh Mordred...uh..uh.." the scarlet haired man panted. Placing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, the former evil knight reached his stomach to grasp the crimson man's erected sex. Strong hands gripped it hard stroking it as their hips danced in motion with moan of their desire. "Give it me Regan...ahhhh...give me your pleasure," the scarlet sorcerer heard Mordred whisper. A playful tongue licked against his cheek as a building of pressure opened up his body. Sinful sensations resonating through their bodies continued. Each synapse and feeling spread like wildfire experiencing the joys of illicit actions. Regan's body responded with the ultimate satisfaction as his opening gorged on the enormous girth of his lover appreciating him, tasting him by consuming his whole. In turn, Mordred pleased his partner waking the feral creature inside making him untamed and unbroken. White hot heat started to sure though them.
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Changeling Heartbreaker "Mordred...uh...I'm going to cum..." the crimson haired man cried out. He released his seed while his lover stroked him furiously spilling his pleasure on to the sheets. The reformed dark knight would follow after. "Me...ahhh...too...AAAAHHHH..." He ripped the condom off his shaft as he pulled out spreading his satisfaction all over the bare bottom of his lover. Spreading the cream in approval, Mordred raised his lover's chin to kiss him. "I love you Regan," admitted the dark haired magician. "I love you too Mordred," replied his companion. "Whew! All this sex is making me hungry. Let's get a snack!"
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Chapter 24: The End

Epilogue Kitty Kat Club "Trevor move a little to the right. I want to see the blonde's fake titties!" "Dad, we're undercover remember," replied the blue eyed hunk. Trevor scanned the room of patrons inside the strip club hoping the find the target they were searching for. Sure enough like clockwork, the person in question had arrived. Balding hair and a protruding belly, the robust older man took a seat to the front of the stage mesmerized by the fake breasted pole dancer rotating around the metal pipe. "Come on Trev, just one little peak. Do it for you old man." "No," said Trevor sticking to his guns. Dressed in a leather vest without a shirt and tight black jeans, the long dark haired man shaved his beard and slicked his hair back while he displayed his tribal tattoo on his muscular chest. Flexing a bicep, he noticed the other female dancers eyeing him as they licked their tongues hoping get his attention. Yet none of them did for the reformed escort had other things on his mind. On assignment from Avalon's D.E.A.T.H. department, both he and Reegan disguised themselves to infiltrate an exotic dance club to find a Demon in disguise who had been holding a spellbook that could potentially unleash a portal into Hell. It was their jobs as supernatural operatives to retrieve the stolen artifact. Posing as a bouncer for the strip bar, the agent watched his target flirt with the dancers. "Where's Reegan? She said she was going to disguise herself as a cocktail waitress." "She lied," he muttered. "What do you mean she lied? Trevor spill it!" "Look at the stage," reformed gigolo directed. Blue eyes drifted to the platform as a red headed woman in a negligee came out from behind the glittering curtains. Sauntering to the beat of the music, she crawled across stage to the balding man shaking her assets as she removed her nightgown to reveal her beautifully natural shaped breasts to the chubby man. In appreciation, the Demon in disguise slipped a twenty in her G-string as got close to whisper something in his ear. "Are you getting a boner also?" "You and me both," said Trevor feeling a swelling in his pants. Observing the exchange, Reegan got disappeared behind one of the private rooms with the balding man for a private lap dance. "Looks like he took the bait. Let's go." Following the couple to the hidden corner of the private room, he pressed his ear to the wall next door to listen. Reegan shoved the fat man to the chair while gyrating her hips teasing him with her topless display and mini-underwear. "Do you want me to get on lap?" she purred. Chapter 24: The End 134
Changeling Heartbreaker "Oh yeah," growled the stranger enthralled by her body. Sitting on top of his straining erection, she rubbed her bare ass against the material while she fumbled to grab the book clutched in his hand. Soft moans escaped the balding man's lips as he quickly grabbed the spellbook and did a somersault away to the other side of the room. "What's the big idea?" griped the man. Seeing his book in her hands, his quickly turned black. "Give that back!" "No Demon!" she shouted. Ripping the silver charm bracelet from her wrist, she transformed it into her weapon of choice. The Pendragon Dagger. "Come and get it prick!" "Demon...Killer..." growled the monster. Within seconds, the epidermal layer of the balding man ripped apart revealing grotesque decomposed bone and sharp claws. "I...am...Bor...a Lust Demon...You shall die...for your folly...Demon Killer..." Talon nails slashed at the scarlet sorceress as she rolled out of the way on to the floor and passed his legs. Kicking his ankles, the creature tripped howling at the attack while it attempted to get up to murder the sorceress. However, he was not given the opportunity as Trevor rushed in and stabbed the Demon's heart with Excalibur. A black mass of mist erupted from its mouth returning to the ground to the underworld Hell from where it came. The carcass itself burst into flame reducing the body into a pile of ash. Picking up the spellbook, the blue eyed hunk helped his lover up. "You okay?" "I could have taken him out," she said dusting herself off. "I was just biding my time." "Sure you could. That's why Trevor and I had to finish the job." "Shhh Dad," replied the reformed gigolo. "She's been at this out longer than we have. She can handle herself." "Thank you," she responded closing him off with a kiss. "Now why don't I reward my hero with a special private dance." Trevor grinned as she pushed him down on the chair. Stepping back, she removed her G-string to display her feminine goods to him. "Hey no fair! I want to be in this body now!" "Sorry Dad but you got Regan last time," he looked at the Changeling's female form. "I get Reegan this time." Unbuttoning her lover's jeans, the scarlet sorceress yanked down his pants and underwear to his ankles before straddling him. Trevor quickly found her entrance and buried his huge hard sex into her wet cleft. Heavenly warmth accommodated their bodies as the pleasure of his shaft fulfilled the aching need of her sugar walls. Reegan held her lover close, touching his lips with her own as his masculine member disappeared into her velvet opening. "You're too stiff son when you're fucking. Let me take the driver's seat." "No way...uh...Dad..." grunted Trevor. "Enjoy the ride...for once...uhhh...and please get out my head...ahhhh..." The rhythm of the bodies melted. Heartbeats touched as the flesh of their union met, connected, and expressed their wanton desire. White hot heat surged them as their climax erupted and his seed mixed with her liquid silver. Chapter 24: The End 135
Changeling Heartbreaker "Trevor...AAAHHHHHH!" she screamed. "I...love you...." "I love you too...AHHHHH!" his cries met with hers. "Me...too....AHHHHHH...." Remnants of their lovemaking became left in the room. The Changeling and the pornstar. Two bodies trapped in one vowing a pledge of love to one another until the end of time. Forever and eternity. The End.
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Chapter 2: The Client

Chapter 2: The Client

Chapter 2: The Client

Chapter 2: The Client

Chapter 2: The Client

Chapter 2: The Client

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Chapter 4: The Garage

Chapter 4: The Garage

Chapter 4: The Garage

Chapter 4: The Garage

Chapter 5: The Healing

Chapter 5: The Healing

Chapter 6: The Preparation

Chapter 6: The Preparation

Chapter 6: The Preparation

Chapter 7: The Gala

Chapter 7: The Gala

Chapter 7: The Gala

Chapter 7: The Gala

Chapter 8: The Ethery

Chapter 8: The Ethery

Chapter 8: The Ethery

Chapter 8: The Ethery

Chapter 8: The Ethery

Chapter 9: The Flight

Chapter 9: The Flight

Chapter 10: The Trip

Chapter 10: The Trip

Chapter 10: The Trip

Chapter 10: The Trip

Chapter 10: The Trip

Chapter 10: The Trip

Chapter 11: The Betrayal

Chapter 11: The Betrayal

Chapter 11: The Betrayal

Chapter 12: The Boat

Chapter 12: The Boat

Chapter 12: The Boat

Chapter 12: The Boat

Chapter 13: The Prophecy

Chapter 13: The Prophecy

Chapter 13: The Prophecy

Chapter 14: The Cave

Chapter 14: The Cave

Chapter 14: The Cave

Chapter 15: The Sword

Chapter 15: The Sword

Chapter 15: The Sword

Chapter 15: The Sword

Chapter 16: The Lovemaking