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  “Fuck, I can’t take it any more,” she panted, her mouth leaving my cock. “I need you inside me. Now.”

  Nothing in the world sounded better. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted, tearing off the last of my clothing and climbing onto the bed. “There’s condoms in the drawer over there…”

  Anna followed my gaze, then shook her head. “Not necessary,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist. “It’s safe.”

  Was it? I supposed I didn’t really care. Anna was probably on some form of birth control, but even if she wasn’t—the thought of being inside her bare was too good to resist. With a girl this hot, on a night like the one we’d just been through, we weren’t thinking about safety.

  We were both glad to be alive—and we wanted to feel alive. Putting anything between my cock and her pussy would have just ruined that, and we both knew it.

  Anna wrapped her legs around me as I mounted her, locking her ankles behind my hips. She’s not going to let me go, I thought with a smirk, feeling the way she offered her pussy to me. Fuck, I don’t want her to. This is going to be amazing.

  I thrust my hips forward, impaling her with my cock in one smooth stroke. Anna’s tight, wet walls welcomed me deep into her core, clenching around me like a fist as I pulled back.

  “Jesus,” Anna whimpered, arching her hips to meet mine. “Fuck, Eric, you’re so big…”

  I found myself grinning from ear-to-ear. No man with red blood flowing in his veins could resist a compliment like that.

  Anna cupped my face in both hands as we fucked, her eyes staring deep into mine. For a few moments, I thought she was going to kiss me—then she guided me into her cleavage, offering her hard nipples to my mouth. I pulled one in and sucked it greedily, swirling my tongue around the sensitive nub. Anna came apart, her nails digging into my back as she fucked me back with a vengeance.

  “Fuck yes, just like that!” she panted, squeezing the tit I wasn’t currently giving my attention to. “They’re so fucking sensitive, Eric. Do you like them? You like seeing those big, soft titties bounce while you fuck me?”

  Let’s make them bounce, I thought. Raising myself onto my knees, I grabbed Anna’s legs and brought her ankles to my shoulders. The position forced Anna further onto her back, giving me all the control. I squeezed her legs together around my cock, making her already oh-so-tight channel even tighter.

  Then I fucked her like a goddamn jackhammer. I’d never been like this with a woman before—in other instances when I’d been lucky enough to take a woman to bed, I’d asked to do things like this. I’d been gallant, chivalrous, focused on my partner’s pleasure...nice, in other words.

  Tonight, with that strange power flowing through me, I was anything but nice. Anna and I weren’t making love—we were fucking. Hard, primal, sheet-clawing fucking.

  I’d never had the balls to use a girl like this before. And the rewards from Anna were beyond measure.

  “Oh fuuuuck,” she whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets as she held on for dear life. The bed slammed against the wall on every thrust, threatening to wake up the neighbors. Fuck ‘em, I thought savagely. Let ‘em hear. Let them know how a real man fucks…

  “Yeah! You like that, don’t you, Anna!?”

  More waves of energy and passion rolled off her body, like heat from an open oven. I could no longer tell where Anna ended and I began—the two of us were totally locked in, completely on the same wavelength. We knew each other’s bodies like we’d been married for decades, but fucked like teenagers getting their rocks off for the first time in the backseat of Dad’s car.

  Holy shit, this girl’s my fucking soul mate, I realized, exploring every inch of her tight interior. Our sexual compatibility’s off the fucking charts!

  “Holy shit I’m gonna cum,” Anna groaned, her voice dropping an octave on the last word. “Oh my gawwwd don’t stop fucking me, Eric! Hard and deep just like that, baby! That’s just the way I like it! Oh fuck here it cummmms!”

  Anna’s words became a scream of pleasure as she shattered beneath me, climax overtaking her. The walls of her inner channel spasmed around me, her pretty little pussy boiling over as she shuddered and writhed with bliss. Her legs squeezed me tight, completely losing control as a flood of juice coated my cock. Everything between Anna’s legs was even tighter and wetter now, ready for me to erupt.

  I couldn’t hold back—I didn’t want to.

  “Come for me,” Anna begged as she came down from her peak. Her toes dug into the back of my neck, her thighs locked around me like she wanted every drop from my balls go deep into her womb. “Fill me up, stud! Come for me—pump my tight little pussy full! Ahh, I want you to leave me dripping with it…”

  A moment later, I hit the peak and sailed right over. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as my cock jerked inside of Anna and erupted, shooting thick ropes of liquid lava deep into her pussy. I grit my teeth and thrust forward as hard as I could, burying my cock inside of her as I unloaded. I swear it felt like she came a second time as I painted her walls, the muscles of her pussy clenching around me like a vise as my balls drained into her.

  Her lips met mine as the last few bursts of seed shot from my cock. The great wave inside of me began to ebb, the release leaving me weak in the knees. I felt like I could collapse on top of her and go instantly to sleep, but Anna kept on kissing and caressing me for what felt like hours.

  “That was so good,” Anna panted, nibbling at my earlobe as she held me inside of her. “Fuck, Eric, that was exactly what I needed…”

  It was what I’d needed, too. Strange thing inside of me or no, I’d just about forgotten the weird encounter I’d had with Eliezer the Peak Supreme God as I sank beneath the covers next to Anna. She snuggled up against me, still giggling as she came down from her own pleasure. God, I really liked this girl.

  “So I was thinking,” I said, stroking a lock of her ash-blonde hair. “Why don’t you crash here tonight? I could fix you some breakfast in the morning...maybe we could do this again…”

  Anna grinned. “That’s exactly what I was going to ask you,” she purred, pressing her face against my chest. “Except I like the part where it’s you who makes breakfast. I’ll definitely have a little treat for you first thing in the morning, though—”

  I stopped listening. A strange amber glow filled the bedroom, as if daybreak had come several hours early. Only there was no way we’d spent that much time getting busy. And the curtains were still closed.

  I blinked—and letters formed in the air. They floated a few feet away from me, in the same style and font as the statement about the Black Core had in Eliezer’s tent. Only this time, there were a lot more of them:

  Black Core (Dual Weapon Cultivation)

  Activating Sacred Skill…

  Dual Cultivation → Weapon Creation

  “What the fuck?” I clutched Anna tighter, as if the reminder of her skin against mine could banish the illusory text. “Babe, are you seeing this…?”

  Anna rolled over in bed—and as she did, a wave of white light cascaded over her naked body. Her back arched like a bow, her ass leaving the bed as the brilliant light saturated her skin, penetrating to the core of her being.

  As it spread, it split into a rainbow, like the light going through that prism on the Dark Side of the Moon album cover. A kaleidoscope of color filled the room, bathing the walls in every shade imaginable and more than then a few that were beyond human imagination.

  “Oh fuck,” I growled, scooting back on the bed. Maybe everything that happened at the fair was some kind of crazy acid trip, and the exertion of sex released some after-chemical into our veins. I sure as shit felt like I was going through the tunnel with Willy Wonka, with no earthly way of knowing where the boat was going…

  The light pulled back from the walls, retreating to Anna. As the bright glow faded, I found myself looking at a woman who bore only a passing resemblance to my date. She was still naked, but the gentle curves of a girl who worked in an office ha
d been replaced with the sleek muscle of a female athlete or fitness model. Her blonde hair lengthened down her back, a reddish tint spreading through it until her ash-white locks looked somewhere between pink and purple.

  If the changes had stopped there, I might have been able to accept it. But then the horns emerged from her forehead, and I started to freak out.

  They were long and slender and golden, tilting inward at the tips like the curve of a knife. They looked like they could cut you like a knife, too—made of some sharp, tough material that wouldn’t break easily. For a weird, horny moment, I pictured myself using them as hand holds the way some guys used their girlfriend’s ponytail for leverage. My cock throbbed against my thigh, then I reminded myself this was serious.

  Her ears lengthened as well, coming to points like one of the elves from Lord of the Rings. Anna looked like she was all dolled up to do some killer cosplay, and all she’d forgotten was her outfit. Only both of us knew she hadn’t looked like this thirty seconds ago.

  Her cries echoed louder and louder against the walls as the transformation completed, but she didn’t sound like she was in the slightest bit of pain. More like pleasure. As her body tensed, the light washed over her again, bathing her in that strange multicolored glow.

  Anna’s moans of pleasure stilled, replaced with the kind of high, piercing note only dogs could normally hear. I winced as it faded, closing my eyes for a few moments against the glare.

  When I opened them again, Anna had disappeared. In her place was a scythe.

  Chapter 3

  A thousand different questions filtered through my mind as I stared at the weapon on my bed. The scythe lay there, for all the world like I’d brought it out for a bit of casual sparring and forgot to put it away. But I didn’t own a scythe. And even if I did need to do a little farming on the side, which I didn’t, I wouldn’t have bought one like this.

  A sharp, curved blade rested on the covers. They were all bunched up from the sex Anna and I had just shared, propping the weapon up on its blade. That edge looked as if it had been honed by the Grim Reaper, as sharp as death itself. The handle was the same purplish-pink shade that Anna’s hair had turned right before she disappeared. A number of jewels had been inlaid into the surface of the scythe, glittering like eyes in the darkness.

  I switched on the lamp, expecting any moment for the weapon to appear and Anna to be laying on my bed again, freshly fucked and giggly. No such luck.

  “Shit,” I muttered, standing at the foot of the bed. I pinched myself, then jumped up and down a few times, but the reality of the situation refused to fade.

  This was no dream. The scythe, the strange shit I’d seen on the drive home, the crazy visions in Eliezer’s tent—all of them were real, all of them had happened.

  Only I wasn’t in the tent anymore—I was home. And the crazy shit just kept on happening.

  “Anna?” I looked around the room, half-expecting her to jump out from behind a door or slide from under the bed. This had to be a prank, right? Where had my date gone? What was that strange horned creature she turned into, and why did she leave this bizarre weapon behind when she disappeared? Had I brought her back to my apartment in the first place, or did I really drop her off, come home, get blasted on that bottle of whiskey and hallucinate I’d had crazy, unprotected sex with my hot co-worker?

  No. No, I had one hell of an imagination, but even I couldn’t have come up with this story. Anna and I had made love.

  Well, neither of us would have called it making love, exactly, but you get the point.

  Which left this strange scythe sitting on my bed. Either I was still hallucinating, seeing things that weren’t there, or Anna had...transformed into this weapon somehow. The thought of it twisted my stomach, made goosebumps break out on my skin, but there was no other plausible explanation.

  My hand felt for that strange lump on my side again. I could’ve sworn it was pulsing gently, as if it resonated with something inside the scythe. Maybe if I touched the thing…

  No, I said, letting both my hands drop. No, this is crazy. Anna did not turn into a scythe. I’m going to go to bed, and when I wake up in the morning, that thing is going to be gone. I’ll call Anna, and we’ll have a laugh over this whole thing…

  I stopped myself. That’s what the old Eric would have done, sure. The Eric who’d never been stabbed in the chest by a guy who called himself the Peak Supreme God—and the Eric who would have been a perfect gentleman with Anna in bed and never satisfied her the way I had tonight.

  Did I really want to be that guy any longer?

  The power can be yours, Eliezer’s voice echoed in my head. If you only reach out and take it…

  “Fuck it,” I said out loud. I grabbed the scythe, waiting for something to happen. For it to transform back into Anna, maybe, or for Eliezer to appear in a burst of smoke from my bathroom.

  Instead, a blinding pain seared my brain.

  It was like every ice cream headache I’d ever had in my life, all at once. I dropped the handle of the scythe, both hands going to my forehead as a band of iron contracted around my temples. I screamed low in my throat, like an animal who’d just caught their leg in a trap. What the fuck was this…?

  But suddenly I knew. As the pain cascaded through my brain, my eyelids fluttered of their own accord, blinking rapidly. Each time they did, my eyes opened not in my own bedroom but other places, other worlds. New sights, sounds, smells and memories coursed through me, like the hard drive on a computer getting a fresh new download. I trembled at the onslaught of information, the thing inside me that Eliezer called a ‘Black Core’ pulsing like a jellyfish.

  It ended as quickly as it began. My vision cleared, and I found myself holding the scythe again, staring at the bedroom wall. Words flashed across it, as if someone had used the surface as the canvas for a projection TV. Only I knew no one else looking would see a thing.

  Black Core (Dual Weapon Cultivation)

  Activating Sacred Skill…

  Martial Mastery (Scythe) successfully activated!

  A strange sensation filled my brain at the sight of those words. I vaguely remembered reading an article a while back about adults who were illiterate, and I’d tried to imagine what it must feel like to look at words on a sign or in a book and have no idea what they meant. I assumed it would probably be like seeing arcane symbols in a language you didn’t understand, only able to guess at the meaning.

  That’s how I’d felt about this scythe until that strange feeling of fullness inside my head. Now I knew the weapon like the back of my hand, with an intimacy that normally only came from thousands of hours of practice. I knew that my earlier crack about using this scythe as a farming tool was dead wrong, because farm scythes were only bladed on a single edge while this weapon kept both sides sharp. I knew instinctively that a long-handled weapon like this was excellent for fighting in the open, but that I should switch to something shorter for close quarters fighting, or in a narrow hallway.

  But in a hallway, I could hook them, I thought, testing the motion with both hands. I extended my arms, dropping the curved edge of the scythe well past where my opponent would be standing in actual combat. Then I pulled backward, like in an old-time cartoon where the hook comes out to pull a character offstage who’s being booed. Only this blade wouldn’t tug—it would slice someone in half.

  “Slashing, hooking, long-range slices,” I said, ticking the words off on mental fingers. “Could also use that handle as a staff in a pinch. The edge is sharp enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about the blade catching on a rib, either. Metal armor would give this thing a hell of a lot of trouble, though…”

  I shook my head, confused. Why was I going to be attacking people in armor, again? I wasn’t some kind of warrior—shit, I was in IT for God’s sake. I fixed computers. I didn’t slaughter my foes on the field of battle.

  Yet I knew how to do it, if I needed to. That knowledge centered me, calming my heart rate as I lifted the scythe and
put it through a few exploratory moves. Somewhere deep and primal inside of me, I knew I was a master at this weapon. I could do some serious fucking damage with it.

  All of a sudden, I wanted to do some damage.

  As if summoned by my thought, Eliezer stepped into the room. The Peak Supreme God hadn’t ridden into the apartment in a puff of smoke, the way I’d anticipated, or sailed through the window on a bolt of lightning like Zeus. He just stepped in from the hallway, as if he’d been waiting for just this moment to make his grand entrance.

  Hell, he probably had. I wondered if he’d been spying on me and Anna. I didn’t like that idea one bit.

  “Hello, old man,” I said, twirling the scythe. It felt good in my hands, like it belonged there. “I told you the last time I saw you that I’d kill you. But if you tell me what the fuck you did with Anna, I might be inclined to be merciful…”

  Eliezer’s shaggy brows furrowed together. “Anna? Who is Anna?”

  He didn’t even remember her. His words about women being a ‘distraction’ echoed through my brain, turning my vision red. “My date, asshole! The woman who was with me in your tent!”

  “Oh,” the Peak Supreme God said mildly. He gestured at my scythe. “She’s right there.”

  I glanced over, expecting to see Anna sitting on the bed. Then I realized he literally meant the scythe in my hand, and wasn’t trying to get me to glance away from him so he could strike.

  “This isn’t a woman,” I snarled, spinning the scythe in the kind of flashy move that would’ve left me on my ass a few minutes ago. “This is a weapon. If you don’t tell me where Anna is, I’m gonna bury this blade in your chest the way you did to me…!”

  He shrugged. “You’re holding her in your hands, Eric. Caressing her with no less love than you did a few minutes ago in your bed.”