Ride of the Valkyries

"FASTER!" Amelia shouted but they were already pushing a 100 mph. John glanced at the side mirror and spotted the Valkyrie flying, yes flying, after them and gaining on them.

"I don't think we can even go fast enough to lose her!" He said.

"Let's hope this works then," Amelia said and tossed a handful of dice onto the road. John looked to his right and left and saw an identical motorcycle on either side, with himself and Amelia riding them. They split off, one took an exit towards downtown and the other went offroad. Three more of the illusory motorctcles sped ahead of them and weaved through traffic then branched off on their own paths as well.

"Did it work?" John asked but the valkyrie answered his question by swooping past them overhead and flew right above them. He swerved to dodge a bolt of lightning and another, and then the valkyrie dove like a falcon. He braked just in time and she hit the ground right in front of them. She thrust a sword into the ground to stop her momentum then skidded to a halt.

She glared at them and retracted her vast golden wings. Cars honked and swerved around them as she walked towards them. Amelia pulled one last little totem out of her backpack, a chunk of magnetite carved into the vague shape of a bird. She twisted its head and then there was a clap of thunder.

The valkyrie stopped in her tracks and she and John looked upward. The sunny sky turned suddenly and ominously dark as thunderclouds formed then coalesced into the rough shape of an enormous eagle.

"GO!" Amelia shouted and they didn't wait around to watch. Neither did the Valkyrie who shot into the sky and flew away back towards the factory. She was chased by a bird of prey the size of a jumbo jet, with lightning arcing from its eyes and across its feathers.

"Take the next exit," Amelia said followed by the word, "Ignarus."

"Is this a glamor spell?" John asked, "What are we supposed to be?"

"A mail truck," Amelia said, "Slow down." He eased up on the throttle and coasted to an easy and relaxed speed. Amelia gave directions from there and they eventually drove out of the city on a quiet road. Their destination was a motel called American Inn.

"This is where you told your daughter to go in an emergency?" He asked, "I wouldn't bring a kid within a quarter mile of this joint."

"We aren't staying long," Amelia said, "I just need to call my family to come for my daughter and me."

They rented a room for a few hours, yes it was one of those places, and waited. When Amelia got off the phone, the smaller raven was nestled on TV stand and fast asleep. She scratched the bird on the neck and kissed it then sat down on the bed.

"Are we clear?" she asked.

"As far as I can tell," John said as he watched out the window. Then he closed the curtains and sat down next to Amelia on the bed.

"I don't mean to be presumptuous," he said, "but there are no chairs. What was that, back on the freeway? Was that a thunderbird?"

"If I could summon the Great Thunderbird at will I wouldn't own a tiny little store in Phoenix," she said, "That was just another illusion." She glanced over at him and bit her lip then looked away sheepishly.

"Thank you," she said, "I thought all of Emura's people were uncaring brutes."

"Give me time," he said, "This was only my first day."

"Well, I hope you don't turn out like that," she said and accidentally put her hand down on his. She flinched but was relieved that he didn't seem to mind, so she left it there.

"So where will you go after this?" he asked.

"Canada," she said, "I've had enough of human civilization for a while."

"Well I hope I see you again some time," he said.

"Yeah, me too," she replied and looked into his eyes. Then she leaned in and kissed him gently, the second magical, dubiously human woman to do so today. John's heartrate accelerated and he breathed deeply and he melted into the kiss, but it didn't last overly long.

"Is that all?" She asked.

"I mean," he said, "You're a beautiful woman, and I'd be flattered, but we just met, and-" she shut him up by planting her lips over his and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

He laid on his back in bed and she laid down on top of him, straddling his hips and his growing erection.

"Mama?" The little raven squawked. Amelia sighed, picked up the small bird, and carried it to the window.

"Go outside and play for now," Amelia said, "All your cousins will be here soon." Then she opened the window and the little bird flew out of the room. As soon as she closed the drapes John grabbed her hand and dragged her back into bed. Her checkered shirt was off in seconds, and though she was very flat chested, what breasts she had were absolutely perfect. She bent over and started making out with him all over again as she ground her hips against his.

His erection was pressed into her crotch, but she still had those accursed shorts on. She felt him against her though, and gasped into his mouth.

"Spirits, your big!" She exclaimed and finally wormed out of her shorts and panties while John unzipped his jeans.

"Amelia, are you sure?" He asked, hoping she would say yes.

"We are way past that point!" she said huskily and sat down on hiscock. She shivered with delight as gravity did the rest and they sighed and moaned in perfect sync at the joining of their flesh. She was so tight it was like she had been wrapped around his shaft.

Then she rode him like the motorcycle they had ridden together, fast, loud, and hanging on for dear life. Amelia closed her eyes and smiled while running her fingers through her short black hair. She squirmed above him more like a snake than a bird, and he gripped her hips until his knuckles turned white to drag her down onto his aching cock.

"I haven't done this in years!" She moaned and then bit her lip hard as she came all over him. She lost balance and fell over sideways so John got on his knees and through her ankles over his shoulders.

"Yes take me!" She said and arched her back as he entered her. He sawed in and out of her with gusto, but not rough, just energetically. Amelia finally opened her enchanting gray eyes and stared up at him, daring him to keep to stop. There was no chance of that, not with such a pretty and needful woman as her. Every thrust was an effort of will, and the seal between their joined sexes was so tight that pulling out was just as difficult.

He felt pressure building though, and knew he was close. He wanted so badly to cum inside Amelia, but he remembered his contract with Emura. If he was going to get a woman pregnant, it was going to be someone who knew about the firstborn clause.

So he regretfully pulled his rock hard cock out of her sodden womanhood and came all over her firm, flat stomach and chest.

She tried to catch her breath, but just because he climaxed didn't mean he was finished with her yet. Before she could speak, be dove between her legs and kissed her lower lips like an old lover. Amelia squealed with joy and wrapped her legs around his head and shoulders, locking in place right where she wanted him. He stuck his tongue inside her as far as it would go and lapped up her lady cum inside. She reached her second orgasm in minutes and squirted all over his face and in his mouth. Then she collapsed in bed as limp as a fish and he climbed up to kiss her, giving her a taste of herself.

He came up for air eventually and rolled over next to her. She reached up to fondle his softening dick and grabbed his hand with her other. They inhaled and exhaled together and smiled.

"That was..." Amelia said.

"Amazing," he said.

"Yeah," she said, "You're not so bad yourself. For a mortal." The loving attention she was still giving to his now flaccid cock betrayed her true feelings though. Then she let go and scooped up his cum into her mouth and swallowed it while humming to herself.

"Emura won't be mad that I fucked her new boytoy, will she?" Amelia asked.

"I think she's already furious at you enough," he said, "And how did you guess that I've slept with her?"

"The dragoness wouldn't give her magic to just any mortal man," she said, "Hey, real talk."

"Hmmm."

"Be careful with your magic," she said, "Remember, it's not actually yours. Emura can take it away at any time, or worse, she could make you do things you would never otherwise do. She's a dangerous woman, and she has a very intimate connection to you."

"I'll remember that," he said. Then they heard cawing and flapping of hundreds of wings right outwide the motel. And suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at the motel door.

"That's my family," Amelia said and opened the blinds. Outside was a very large and old raven with gray eyes and feathers that weren't quite so glossy black anymore. It hopped inside when Amelia opened the window and cawed at her.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Amelia said then gave John one last kiss, "Look me up next time you're in Canada!" Then without collecting her clothes, she turned into a raven for the last time.

"See you around Amelia," he said. She cawed at him and then flew away with the rest of the flock. When the birds were gone he closed the window and sniffed himself. He grimaced and went into the bathroom for a very quick shower. He didn't want to stay in this motel room any longer, and the condition of the shower left him feeling dirtier than when he went in. Finally, he checked his phone and saw that he had five missed calls, all from Emura. He sighed and dialed her back as he got dressed.

"John, where the hell are you?" She asked.

"I'm at a motel just outside of town," he said, "We rescued Amelia's daughter and the two of them have left Phoenix. Is the bomb taken care of?"

"Not yet," Emura said, "There's been a complication. Get your ass to the Saguaro Building right now!"