The Wrong Road Taken Part 4 [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [Witchcraft]

Later that afternoon I sat with Lucretia relaxing.
“Lucretia I have some questions that you could clear up, I hope.
First, I don’t mind being naked all the time.
Modesty no longer means a hell of a lot to me, at least when I am here and in our private domain.
I’ve even gotten used to walking around with a semi-permanent erection.
Yet you had told me earlier that the “water” would not tolerate clothing that covers our body’s.
Yet you wear clothes and the “water” doesn’t seem to mind.
And second I keep calling this substance that has invaded my body “water”.
Yet it can’t be just water.” I asked.

“Luke I guess you could say there is one answer to both questions.
First I’m not wearing any clothes.
What you see is what the “water” has created for me.
Or better yet what I have created out of my imagination that the “water” brings forth.
When you have gotten a bit further in your education you will be able to craft clothing from the “water” that resides within you.
In answer to your second question I don’t know exactly what the “water” is.
There are times I truly believe that the “water” is alive and is capable of thinking.
Some times it acts on its own.
Yet it is benign and safe as far as myself and any that the “water” has seen fit to bestow it’s blessings upon.
When I was under the tutelage of Simone I asked her about the “water”, she was rather vague concerning its origin.
That not withstanding she explained to me that the “water” leads a symbiotic life within any practitioner of the arts.
She explained to me that with very few exceptions those of us in the arts need to have their own “water” residing inside of them.
There have been rumors of some who’s very nature is greater than what is bestode upon the majority of practitioners.
Those few have no need of the “water” or as they come into their own the “water” leaves them.

Before Simone joined with the wind she gifted me a small bottle containing an essence of the “water”.
All I needed was to find a place to settle down, create my own domain and place one drop into a pond.
This would convert the entire pond into a larger body of “water”.
The “water” is your second best friend, I Lucretia being the first.
She said with a hearty laugh.
It will keep you warm in the depths of a blizzard.
Keep you safe from fire or most any injury.
To some degree it is bullet proof.
If you were to be shot at the “water “ would act as a bulletproof vest.
Now while it will prevent the bullet from penetrating you will still receive one hell of a bruise.
I think that is a fair trade off.
However Luke do not become complacent, it will not protect you from every danger or your own foolishness.

When I was younger I jumped out of a tree to test its power.
The results of this was a broken leg,
The “water” didn’t make me invincible nor did it cure my stupidity.
Examples of which I will keep to myself thank you very much.
At that I couldn’t help but break out laughing at the mental images I had conjured up.
“Ha Ha, very funny, just you wait your time will come to show how stupid you can be and then I will claim my turn to laugh,”

Moments later both the “Gorth” came rushing into the yard.
One of them carried a branch in it’s jaws.
As they skidded and I do mean skidded the branch dropped from it’s jaw at my feet.
“Luke it looks like you mad some friends.
I’ve never seen them cozy up to anyone.
I tried to play catch with them once and all I got for my trouble was a raised eyebrow from one before they went back to sleep.” I said.
“OK Luke go and have some fun.
I have some things to do and won’t be able to be your teacher for a few hours yet.”

Walking down the path through the woods the Gorth bounding forward only to stop every few yards, turning back towards me waiting for me to toss the branch.
Most of the time I would toss it as far as I could or tease them with a fake toss just to see them turn about to run after nothing.
It was at those moments I observed just how dog like their behavior was.
Totally loyal, able to read the smallest nuances of those they chose to associate with.
Along with a sense of play that often times overrides everything else.
For the next hour the three of us played games
I tried hide and seek but that was a dismal failure.
I mean how do you hide when they can smell you half a mile away?

Taking a time out, I lay back upon a clump of moss to rest.
The soft cool moss was wonderful mattress on which to take sleep.
The Gorth were curled up on ether side of me with one resting it’s nose across my stomach.
I lay there stroking it’s head feeling the incredibly soft fur that was it’s coat.
Speaking to myself I said to the Gorth,
“I wish you could tell me all the answers I have questions for.”
“Well what do you want to know?” A voice off to my right asked.
Launching myself off the ground, I spun around looking for the source of the voice.
“Who said that?” I asked the wind.
“I did.” The Gorth said.
“What the fuck, since when could you talk?” I asked.
“Since I was about a year old.” The Gorth responded.
“Why did you wait till now to say something?” I asked.
“Well you never asked us a question before.”
“Why didn’t Lucretia tell me you could talk?”
“She doesn’t know we can talk.
She never asks us anything and when she talks to us it’s only to ask us to do something.
We don’t mind that, in fact we live to serve.
Except when we’re having fun, then everything else takes second place.”
“Shit, as if I didn’t have enough things to think about.
You understand now that I know you can talk I am going to pester you beyond reason for information.”

“OK let’s start this way, what do I call you?
What are your names?”
“Luke, I don’t think you could pronounce them.
There is no equivalent sounds in your or any language that corresponds.
If you like you may call us anything you like.
“Hum, I’ve never had the privilege of naming anything beyond my pets and you two are no pets by any stretch of the imagination.
How about I call you Tom and your friend Jerry, would that be OK with you?”
“Luke those are good names, I like the name Tom it’s simple and direct.
I don’t even mind that you named us after a pair of cartoon characters.” Tom said with a laugh and a wink.
“Wait a minute, you know about Tom and Jerry?
How the hell do you know about them.?” I asked.
“Luke, Luke, Luke.
We know many things and it just so happens that we have often watched TV through the windows when Lucretia gets bored.
For some reason the more sophisticated and complex a person is the more they need the occasional break from reality.
For Lucretia it’s TV cartoons, she loves those things.” Tom told me.
While I was pondering this and everything else I heard Lucretia calling my name.
So off I went to see what she wanted.

“OK Luke, why don’t we try something a little different today?
I want to try working with one of the simplest molecules around, water.
Now water is an interesting item to work with it responds well to being changed and has the distinction of being one of the few universal solvents.
Do you remember the water at the two ponds?
Yes, good, now I am going to spill a bit on the table and I want you to think about how the molecule is arranged.
Two Hydrogen atoms and one Oxygen bound together at around one hundred and five degrees.
And while that won’t affect or be important at this point I tell you that to assist you in visualizing the molecule.”
“So what am I supposed to do with or to this water?” I asked.
“I don’t know, let’s just see what happens shall we.”
With that she poured about an ounce onto the table.
So I sat and stared at the water, and stared and stared.
Nothing, not a thing was happening.
For ten minutes I thought at the water until I began giving myself a headache.
“I don’t know, I’m trying to do the same thing I did to the acorn yet nothing is going on.
“Luke, I wonder if you are trying to hard?
You are trying to impose yourself on a fluid that has no determinable shape and goes where the least resistance is.
Try not to move it, try instead to just make the molecules vibrate.
Think about the arrangement of atoms and think about using the oxygen atom as the anchor for the other two.
Make the two hydrogen move around that axis.”
So realigning my thinking I set myself to the task.
Within a few moments there were bubbles forming in the liquid.
Suddenly the water burst in a spray of steam.
“Well what do you know, that was so cool.” I said.
“What were you thinking of when you made the water boil?” Lucretia asked me.
“I did as you suggested, I just saw the water vibrate and kept pushing until it happened.”

For the next couple of hours we played with water.
After a few attempts I found it was easy to cause the water to boil.
What I had great difficulty in making the water to move or flow where I wanted it to go.
The first few tries caused the water to just flatten out.
Time after time I generated the same results.
It reached the point of frustration.
So much so that I slammed my hand down upon the water causing it to spray out in all directions.
Lucretia responded with kindness and patients.
“Luke tell me what you’re thinking of when you are trying to make the water move.”
“I’m trying to make the water vibrate in such a way as to cause it to move.
Much in the same way I did when I made it boil.

“OK Luke if what you’re doing isn’t working, why are you still doing the same thing expecting different results?” She said.
“Well what should I be doing?” I shouted in frustration.
“What if instead of affecting the water why don’t you affect the table the water is on?” She hinted.
That simple statement caused me to stop in my tracks and stare at the obvious failure to think beyond my nose.
Affect the table, why the fuck didn’t think about that?
“OK Lucretia, let’s try this shall we.
I’m going to try and make the table more slippery in only one direction.”
Sitting there I was trying to picture the surface of the table as having no irregularities and a less porous surface.
Figuring that those surfaces I could think of that were slippery tended to be so due to these qualities.
Try as I might I was unable to cause an effect.
So frustrated I actually got angry at the water.
“Damn you, you little puddle.
Do as I command you!” I shouted and turned away embarrassed by my outburst.
From behind Lucretia called out.
“Luke look, look at the water!”
Turning I spied the water spreading outward.
No longer a blob on top of the table it had begun to spread outward in all directions until it formed nothing more than a very thin film.

In the middle of this revelation there was a sound from the edge of the woods.
A great thumping as if an elephant were running through it.
Seconds later both of the Gorth came running into the clearing.
They were obviously quite excited.
About what I couldn’t tell.
Try as they might they were unable to tell us what was wrong.
Both of them grabbed both Lucretia and myself lightly in their jaws and dragged us to the edge of the woods.
“OK, we get it!
Just lead the way we’ll follow you.” Lucretia said.

As we made our way into the wood we quickly discovered what the Gorth were so worked up over.
In the air hung the smell of fire.
As the four of us rushed deeper into the woods we came upon the source of the smoke.
Some morons had built a campfire.
When they left they failed to extinguish the embers that sat there and smoldered until it reached a high enough temperature to ignite some of the underbrush.
Both Lucretia and I grabbed fallen branches with which to beat out the flames.
The Gorth ran around stomping out the smaller flames.
Try as we might we were having trouble keeping up with the spread of the flame front.
Driven by the wind embers were jumping our makeshift firebreak, only to ignite areas behind us.

As we fought the fire an ember popped and flew off of a burning log only to land on my shoulder.
I yelped from the sudden pain and began swearing at the fire that was about to grow beyond our meager efforts to control it.
In my anger I failed to notice the sky turning darker.
Seconds later the sky opened up and everything in the nearby area, us included was completely soaked.
In seconds the fire was extinguished.
There wasn’t a hot spot to be found.

Lucretia turned towards me with a deeply questioning look.
“Luke, what did you do?” She asked me.
“Lucretia I didn’t do anything, you put out the fire while I was busy beating out the flames.” I told her.
“Luke listen very carefully, I did no such thing.
There was no time to craft an equation that would do that.
It would take me an hour to just figure out the right formula!
Luke I want you to think very hard.
Just before we got drenched what were you doing?”
“Lucretia, as I said I was busy beating out the flames.
And just before the downpour I was trying to knock off an ember that landed on me and burnt my shoulder.
Beyond that, like you I didn’t even have the opportunity to think of crafting anything.” I told her.

Nothing more was said at that time, yet as we walked back towards the house Lucretia mentioned that she needed to talk to some of her colleagues.
“Colleagues, What do you mean?” I asked.
“Luke something happened back there that I can’t account for.
There are times when I reach out to other practitioners who have been around longer and know far more than I about the arts.” She said.
How many others are there?”
In fact there are far more then you could imagine.
Not only that, there are many more who don’t even know they have the skills.
They are the ones who go through life who others say are born lucky.
Well nothing could be further from the truth.
There is no such thing as luck.
We all know these folks.
They are the ones who win major lotteries on more than one occasion,
they are the ones who get caught at a red light while the car that cut them off a second ago gets creamed in the intersection by another car.
Luke it’s not luck, some times the arts not only allow you to alter the world around you it can also protect you in seemingly random ways.”
“Lucretia I never really thought about it before but all through my life I have had what I just thought of as lucky accidents.
It’s like you said the car that sped passed me a couple of weeks ago got nailed by a cop just around the corner, yet I was going as fast as he was. He was just the one who got picked up by the cop’s radar.
When I think about it here were many such examples throughout my life.
I never equated it to anything other than dumb luck.” I said.

Once we reached the house Lucretia sequestered herself in the computer room.
Hours later she emerged with a smile on her face and a swagger to her walk.
“Well, what did you find out?” I was eager to learn what she talked to the other about.
“Luke as old as I am I am still amazed at how computers and near instant communication is capable of.
Just imagine, years ago you might have sent a letter and if it managed to get to it’s destination and if the other person was so inclined you might receive an answer in a few weeks or months.
Today just hit a button and poof there you are.” She exclaimed.

“Well, tell me what did you learn?”
“Luke, in about ten days time we are going to hold a gathering of practitioners.
I expect around twenty guests to join use here.
The last time there was this many together was in 1918.
We saw the onset of a world war and needed to decide whether or not to get involved or retreat en mass to some safe location and wait it out.
In the end we came to the conclusion that we needed to be part of the world rather than apart from it.
None of us were willing to take sides with the political powers that be.
What we did was try to make the war as short lived as possible and limit it’s spread.
We had calculated that if we stood by and did nothing the death toll would have been far in excess of the twenty million who perished.
The one thing we hadn’t considered was the influenza pandemic that followed.
You see this was the first time in history that so many people traveled away from home to other parts of the world and in doing so they carried with them the viruses that caused the ensuing pandemic when they returned home.
The estimate I once heard was somewhere between twenty to forty million died in the following years.”

After listening to her tale I was horrified to think what the world would be like had there not been some effort to lessen it’s impact.
As I sat mulling this over Lucretia came up behind me and began stroking the back of my head and neck.
When she began kissing the back of my neck, all thoughts turned towards one thing, making her happy.
From behind she reached around to stroke my already hardened cock.
Turning me around Lucretia sat me down in a chair while kneeling between my legs.
Within seconds my cock was engulfed by her mouth.
Let the ecstasy begin!

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