Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon Vol. 3
Copyright© 2022 by aroslav
Chapter 70: Back to Italy
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 70: Back to Italy - "Hi! I'm Bob and I'll be your demon tonight." But Bob is not your ordinary textbook demon. He was not imbued with any traits of evil. He's just your everyday, slightly horny, happy-go-lucky (mostly lucky) demon with 4,000 years of history as his teacher. This is the way Bob remembers it happening and he was there! (Tell that to your history prof!) It's a romp through the annals of time from a unique perspective. A little bit spooky. A little bit sexy. A lot funny. Vol 3: Current Era (Mostly)
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Demons Polygamy/Polyamory
“I THINK YOU’VE BEEN holding something back from me, Bob,” Mia said on my next visit to Italy.
There were lots of things I was holding back. And Mia was certainly holding a little something in reserve as well. She hinted at intimacy, but never quite got there. For my part, there were so many possible answers to that suggestion that I thought it best to just keep silent and let her proceed.
“I’ve looked into a couple of the references you gave me on temples built with magic. I must say it isn’t at all what I expected.”
“I’ve tried to give you some appropriate examples that I felt illustrated the concept. Of course, I’m not making an outright statement that magic was involved, only that it had the appearance of something magical,” I defended myself.
“But I think you know,” she said. “You’ve carefully avoided claiming the exact knowledge, but your statements about how such buildings were created have led me to believe that you know more than you’ve let on. I believe you know—or think you know—the actual magic that was used. Say to enchant the bricks of the duomo in Firenze or of the excavated temple in Mesopotamia. You want to avoid a witch-hunt, as do I, but I want to see the magic used. I want to know for sure there is a power that moves through the earth that is greater than our feeble minds have comprehended. Show me, Bob. Show me how the spell was cast on bricks to make them more durable and to weld them together.”
“Ah. Well, Mia, it’s like this. I don’t know for sure that the magic still works. It hasn’t been used in centuries,” I said. “It seems that as technology is developed that supersedes what could have been done by magic in a different age, the magic falls into disuse and then finally disappears altogether.”
“For example?”
“It was said that certain sorcerers and witches could fly and get to a place far away faster than any pursuit. Well, now all we need to do is get on an airplane. Who needs to fly? Though, I admit that I’ve sometimes wished I could fly, even though I have a pilot’s license for small planes.”
“But from that, I detect that you do know the spell, but haven’t tried it,” she persisted.
“I have access to certain ancient manuscripts which purport to have that knowledge.”
“And you can read them.”
I nodded. I was thinking it might be time to tell her I was The Bob, but really, the only thing that I’d revealed about The Bob that could be considered magic was my portal. And that was shrouded in mystery and widely supposed to be a television special effect.
“How about if you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” I think she meant ‘spell’ but I was certainly willing to exchange glimpses of other things.
“I think it calls for something special,” I said. “What would you say to a weekend away with me to someplace very private?”
“I would say yes under one condition,” she said.
I assumed she was going to put a stipulation on how intimate it was.
“And that is?”
“We could go away for a nice weekend someplace very private if we were already in an intimate relationship, don’t you think? Why don’t we go to your hotel, Bob?”
“F.! Gotcha!” I called. “H! Has anyone seen G?” I got hit in the back of the head and a message came up: ‘Game Over.’ I took off my goggles and turned to Sally. “What was that for?”
“New realism I’ve built into it. Now if you get hit in the game, you get hit in real life,” she giggled.
I had a feeling she was just using that as an excuse to hit me! She could be very physical at times. Sometimes that was a very good thing. I pulled her into my lap and before long one of those times was taking us to a peak as I thrust into her.
“Oh, Bob. I need to figure out how to build that into a game,” she panted.
“People would never stop playing,” I said. “When are you going to name those characters instead of just having them labeled with letters?”
“I’ll get around to it. This is only a pastime I use to unwind after I’ve been studying,” Sally said.
“And how are the studies going?”
“I think I’m making progress,” she said. “Nimia has been a great help, but every time I think I understand something, we end up having sex.”
“That can be a problem.”
“Naw. I like that as much as studying. Nimia knows more about all the magical stuff in the library than I ever will,” Sally said.
“She told me to ask you about this. She said that while you were working on the portal research, you came upon various binding spells like the one we used for bricks back in Bathra.”
“Oh, yeah. It was cool. And the librarians brought me five other scrolls that had similar spells and a manuscript from the Middle Ages. I did some comparisons and it looks like the fundamental elements are all the same, but there are different invocations used. It was a bit of a rabbit hole that I dove down, but I’ve got my head back in multi-dimensional portals now.”
“Right. How would you like to have a discussion with another researcher who has been looking at how the structures of the fourteenth century were created without the aid of modern tools and technology? She could use a little demonstration of how the spell works.”
“I’d love to meet and talk to her,” Sally said. “But just because I can read the spell, doesn’t mean I can work it. I um ... tried,” she said as she tucked her chin down on her chest.
It wasn’t against any laws to practice magic in Areola, but no one had unveiled any real talent for it. Areola provided all the magic they could want. Actually, they worked magic, but didn’t recognize it as such. Developing a screen and network to project entertainment onto was considered science and engineering. The thing was that they used little understood foundations of Areola that were decidedly outside the science of the natural world. Their science and engineering were built on Areola’s magic.
“Hey,” I said, lifting her chin so I could kiss her. “Why don’t we try it again in the natural world. It might just be the environment.”
“Hmm. Dimensional interference,” she said. “This could help in my study of dimensional portals. If the sorcery of one world doesn’t work in another world, it might mean the portal sorcery would be different in Areola than it is in the natural world. Let’s do it!”
I laughed and left Sally to her plans in Areola while I caught a flight to New York.
I was ready to rename the whole mini-series My Double Life. Only I’d need to have it be triple life or quadruple life. I was leading so many lives as I met and dated these women that I was sure I’d mess up and be the wrong Bob at the wrong time.
Fortunately, there were some who were an instant ‘no.’ Like the racist Lorelei. She wasn’t the belle in Georgia, but the boutique owner in New York. I walked into her shop with Lakshmi on my arm, out for a day of sightseeing and shopping. I thought we might find some nice gifts for the girls in this shop and get to know the owner informally as well.
After a few minutes of being ignored, I started toward Lorelei to ask a question.
“We really don’t carry any ghetto clothing here,” she snapped, looking at Lakshmi. “Just look at the posters around the shop and you’ll see what our girls should look like.” I glanced around. There were full-size posters of women in the lingerie offered for sale in the shop. Every one of them was white and blonde. I hadn’t seen a display like that in years. Something grated against my sensibilities. I turned to her.
“I see. So, you only cater to women with huge oversized tits. Well, that definitely brings our business to a close.”
Lorelei huffed.
“You’re a decent looking guy who obviously has money. You could have any one of those white girls on your arm. You don’t need to eat dark meat.”
That was it as far as I was concerned. I reached in my pocket for a business card. It was simple and I’d not had a reason to use one before now. On the front, it had our show logo and a smiling picture of me in my other guise. It said, “To Boldly Go, starring The Bob.” On the back, it simply said, “You have been eliminated.” I took Lakshmi’s arm and led her out of the store as Lorelei spluttered behind me.
The thing is, if she watched the show and applied to be on it, she had to know that I had all races on with me. Whatever her intent, I didn’t plan to even show her shop or mention her name on the show. She didn’t need any advertising from me.
I took Lakshmi to dinner on the rooftop of our hotel where we could watch the lights of the city come on. It was lovely.
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