Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon Vol. 3
Copyright© 2022 by aroslav
Chapter 60: Something More
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 60: Something More - "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 HAVE SOME experience with South Sea Islands. Might have spent a few centuries there if I remember rightly. I suppose Areola was influenced as much by the South Seas as by the Mediterranean. I loved soft white sand and warm salty water. I loved the clear skies and bright sun. I loved the skimpily clad or unclad beauties playing on the beach.
Well, on one of those islands, I met a kind of chieftain named Hamalamadingdug. For convenience’s sake, I’ll just call him Doug. Anyway, he wasn’t a big king or anything. The island wasn’t big enough to have a king. There were only a few hundred or maybe a thousand people. He wasn’t even the richest man on the island. The richest man was a woman, and he owned her.
“Why would I want only her money?” he asked. “If I own her, do I not automatically own her property as well?”
“It would be more humane if you only owned her money and not her,” I objected. Have I mentioned that I don’t like slavery?
“You want her?” Doug asked. “How about if I sell her to you for all the money she owns?”
“Why don’t you just keep the money and set her free?” I said reasonably.
“But it’s her money and she has not attempted to use it to buy her freedom.”
“And you think I would take her money from her to pay you for her? That doesn’t make sense.”
“Oh, you couldn’t do that!” Doug said. “That money is hers. You would have to pay me that amount of money and then I would give you her and all she owns.”
“So, if her money isn’t yours, what’s her value to you?”
“She spends it as I say. But there isn’t really that much to spend it on. I provide her meals and shelter, so she doesn’t even need to spend her money on that.”
I looked at Ilona, the chieftain’s wealthy slave. There was something strange about the whole thing. There weren’t many slaves on the island. In fact, Ilona was the only one I’d met.
“So, you would sell her for a certain amount of money,” I said. “How much?”
“Hmm. I could price her by the pound. We can put her on the scale and you add as much gold as will balance her,” Doug suggested.
“I don’t think it’s very fair to price a person by the pound like you’d price a pig. I don’t plan to eat her,” I said.
“You should consider it,” Doug said. “She’s very tasty and enjoys the attention.”
“What?”
“What?”
I looked at Doug, gradually realizing he wasn’t talking about butchering her. The guy could be rather confusing.
“Okay. What if we price her by the day? I’ll sell her to you and you pay me a piece of gold for every day of her life,” Doug said.
“Forever? That’s more like paying rent,” I said.
“No, no, no. Of course not. I couldn’t charge you for what is yours. Every day so far. She’s twenty-two years old. Let’s see: 365 days per year times twenty-two would be ... Give me some help here, Bob.”
I’m not particularly good at math, but I looked in my satchel and could see Josie through the portal. She was holding up a sign that said, ‘8,030.’ I gave Doug the answer.
“Whoo! Can you count that high? She must be worth all the gold in the world!” Doug said.
“That just shows it’s not a good measure of her value. People aren’t worth time. People aren’t worth money.”
“What are people worth?” Doug said. “It’s the price of her life.”
“Her life is the price she pays for living,” I countered.
“Deep,” Doug whispered.
I think at the time we were drinking some kind of fermented coconut water. It was a little vinegary and I definitely preferred wine, but this was doing the trick. The trick being getting me drunk.
“Would you trade your life for her?” Doug asked.
At the time, I was seriously considering trading Doug’s life for her. I don’t like slavery and I don’t like slavers. There was just something different about this one that made me withhold my vengeance. There were those in Areola who would have killed him first and skipped the philosophical discussion. I glanced over at Ilona, sunning herself naked on the beach. My goat was stirring.
“One of two things would occur if I traded my life for hers. Either I would be dead, or I would be your slave. I don’t think either of those is a good trade,” I said. “You need to understand that people’s lives are beyond price. There is nothing I can pay that is equal in value to the person. They are not to be valued by the pound or by the hour or by any measure of usefulness. They are valued because it is their life. Life is the value and you can’t own another person’s life!”
I was getting heated up and was taken aback by Doug’s snore. My diatribe on the value of life fell on deaf ears. I picked myself up and wandered over to sit down beside Ilona. She smiled at me with brilliant white teeth and bare breasts. Don’t ask me how she smiled with bare breasts. That certainly wasn’t all of her that was smiling. Or bare.
“Bob, are you enjoying your visit to this bit of paradise?” Ilona asked. “Is there anything I can get for you? Anything you see that you want?”
Perhaps my alcohol addled mind was playing tricks on me. I didn’t just blithely go around seducing women who were attached to other men, whether I agreed with the attachment or not. If I chose to have sex with Ilona, I’d probably have to kill Doug. I really didn’t want to do that. He seemed so harmless otherwise.
“Ilona, I have been attempting to negotiate your freedom from Doug.”
“Freedom?”
“Yes. I believe in the self-worth of all people.” I picked up on my diatribe from where I’d left off before Doug went to sleep. Ilona propped herself on one elbow, turning to face me. It was very distracting. She was breathing. “People are meant to be free, to make their own choices, and to determine their own fates. We are not meant to live in slavery. No amount of money can be assessed to pay for a life. I am fighting—figuratively—for your freedom from slavery to Doug.”
“Bob. Bob, if your ears are hearing my voice, even as your eyes are devouring my breasts, you need to know something.”
I tore my eyes away from the hypnotic rising and falling of those beautiful mounds.
“Yes, Ilona?” I said.
“I am not Doug’s slave.”
“What? But...”
“I’m his wife.”
Seldom in my life have I felt the instantaneous shriveling of all that is between my legs. I was certain my balls were crawling up inside me to take up residence next to my kidneys. Wife?
“He ... I ... thought ... He said he was not the richest man on the island, but he had you and you were the richest person, therefore, he was rich.”
“That’s true enough. He doesn’t have much money. We have the beach and the island, and people come to Doug for his ability to settle quarrels and pass judgments. He’s pretty good at it. Mostly talks around in circles until people give up what they were arguing about.”
“But he doesn’t own you?”
“How ridiculous. What’s his is mine and what’s mine is my own. This idea of freedom you have ... I’ve never heard that word before. You mean living? What you describe as freedom is what we would just call living,” Ilona said.
“Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I mean,” I said.
“Good. Now, I’ve not finished my nap. Since you seem to enjoy it so much, why don’t you just sit here and watch me breathe while I sleep. We’ll all get dinner after our naps.”
Of course, I should have just left the island and gone back to Areola where my wives and possessions and concubines and priestesses were waiting for me. But Ilona’s breasts were mesmerizing. I sat there all afternoon watching them rise and fall, slightly stretching as she breathed.
Did I mention I like island living?
Back to Annie. I delayed my flight out of Hawaii another day. Annie and I spent every minute together. Of course, no one in Areola would have known anything was amiss if I hadn’t had to slip into a bathroom a few times a day to change camera operators. That was when things broke loose in Areola.
“Bob! This is great stuff!” Doug shouted when I stuck my head in the second time. “You picked up a new hottie out of the blue. But you still need to catch your flight to Singapore. One more day. That’s all you can spend in Honolulu. We have a schedule to meet.”
“She says she filled out the paperwork and signed the releases,” I said. “Is there anything I should know about her? Any red flags.”
“She was my top choice!” Deedee said. “I know she’s in the rotation somewhere. Go tie her down, so to speak. She’ll be perfect!”
“But I have to interview three more!” I said.
“That’s just this time,” Doug reminded me. “If this all works, you’ll need to interview at least three every ten days until we have a full season in the can.”
“I might die,” I said.
“Don’t bet on every girl you meet being that ready to jump in the sack with you,” Eun-ha said. “The Asian girls aren’t that fast. Well, most of them.”
“We’ll play it all by ear. I’m not out there to set a record for how many women I’ve slept with,” I growled.
“That would be some record to break,” Peninnah said, glancing around the pool at all the concubines who were out sunning themselves.
Annie and I didn’t just fuck. She wanted me to show her other moves—like on a surfboard. I admit, I had the ideal surfer body. I was strong and tan. My sandy hair looked like I’d just come off the beach. The problem was that I’d never been surfing before. One more new experience.
I managed to get out beyond the breakers and waited my turn for a good wave. I didn’t need to wait long. I got on top of the board and caught the swell just at the right time. On the other hand, it took me half way to the beach before I was fully standing up. And no one had told me how to land. I sprawled on the sand with the board lying a few feet away. I looked up to see Annie laughing at me.
I was momentarily distracted by her bikini. Rather, by her body as displayed by the bikini. One reason I hadn’t seen much in the way of tan lines is because her bikini didn’t cover much.
“You look a lot better than you surf!” she laughed. “Seriously. Have you ever done this before?”
“Uh ... No,” I answered truthfully. I’d been afraid I’d need to transform into my demon body if I’d been washed off the board. I really wasn’t a strong swimmer as a human.
Annie picked up my board.
“I’ll show you,” she said. Before I could respond, she’d headed into the surf and started paddling out to the waiting line.
In a couple of minutes, she’d spotted and called her swell. She was on the board, waiting for the water to lift her. I had to say that she reminded me of Aphrodite emerging from the waves on a sea shell. Of course, it hadn’t been a sea shell that brought Aphrodite to the shores of Cyprus. She rode on my back. And then she rode on my front.
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