Jacque shook his head in frustration as he walked from the bedroom. The door shut behind him, but he could still hear Delila fuming in his head. Jacque stepped sideways, the world freezing around him. He stood still for a moment, closing his eyes. He could sense a trail of light in the air before him. Jacque brushed his fingers through it, bringing the glowing motes to his face. He sniffed them. Anita. Focusing on those motes, he opened his eyes. The trail glowed before him.   

Jacque jogged into the trail. The motes struck him in the chest. His skin tingled where they touched him. A light feeling suffused his body as he followed the trail. Jacque’s feet felt lighter, his legs stronger. Cocking his head to the side as he continued to jog into the trail, he felt himself starting to accelerate. Jacque laughed as the world began to blur around him. His ears popped as the world turned to crystal and sped past him.   

The trail before him started to thicken. Puzzled, Jacque began to slow down. As the world started to come into focus, he realized he was running across a large body of water. Jacque looked over his shoulder and saw a rooster tail exploding from his every footfall on the water. He shook his head, marveling at the effect. Jacque returned to the trail and saw that he was approaching a strange island. Jacque stopped when he saw Anita standing on the shore. He stepped onto the beach and stepped sideways.  

Anita stood on the shore, tears streaming down her face. Her brother, or the figure that took the form of her brother, stared at her in concern.  

“He was fucking his sister in my bed! MY BED!”  

Just then, the air popped as Jacque seemingly materialized next to them. Anita spun, her face filled with outrage and shock.  

“YOU! How did you find me here!”  

Jacque blinked, unprepared for the anger that poured off Anita.   

“I-I followed your trail.”  

“My Trail? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? You stand here with her juices dripping off your goddamn cock!”  

Jacque blinked and looked down at himself. It was then that he realized he was completely naked. His limp dick hung between his legs, still glistening with Delila’s fluids. Jacque looked back up to Anita and blushed.   

Anita turned to the figure beside her and pointed at Jacque, her face bright red with anger. Jacque finally got a good look at the figure. He felt the psychic waves and took a step back. Jacque’s eyes grew wide as he looked around at the island.  

“Oh shit,” he muttered softly to himself. “The devourer.”  

Jacque took a step backward. The figure beside Anita grinned, his eyes turning black and his features blurred. Anita stared at the figure, confused.   

“The what?” Anita asked.  

“Come towards me, Anita, slowly. Please,” Jacque said as calmly as he could, reaching for Anita. She looked from Jacque to the figure of her brother. She furrowed her eyes at the figure, noting his features starting to melt. The form began to swell, his head and neck melting together. In moments, he stood over ten feet tall. The body was made of sand, mud, twigs, and rocks that it had absorbed from the ground around it.   

Shocked, Anita turned from the figure and started to back towards Jacque.   

“Oh, come now, Anita,” the figure bellowed, its voice like the grinding of stones together. "You have nothing to fear from me. But this one! You had to bring HIM here.”  

The figure pointed at Jacque. Anita looked over her shoulder, confused. Jacque tried to grab Anita’s hand, but she pulled just out of his reach. The massive figure was continuing to grow larger. Trees were now being pulled up into its body. It took one shuddering step forward, the ground shaking as it did.   

“I’ve waited so long to find you, Jacque,” the figure bellowed even louder. Its foul breath blew Jacque and Anita’s hair back. “And now you come to me. How delicious.”  

“Shit,” Jacque cursed under his breath. The figure swiped one massive arm towards them. Jacque grabbed Anita and stepped sideways. The world froze around them.   

“How dare you!?” Anita started and saw that Jacque’s feet had sunk into the ground. She looked down and noticed that her shoes were beginning to sink. “Jacque?”  

“We have to go. Now,” Jacque said, trying to pull his feet free. “Fuck.”  

“Can’t you do that phasing thing?” Anita asked, fear starting to edge into her voice.  

“That is an ability my brother has. I can borrow it, but no. Not now. Give me a moment.” Jacque sank into a crouch, still holding Anita’s hand in his left hand. He held his other hand inches over the ground. Jacque closed his eyes and tried to sense what was different about the ground. He could feel the ground shifting beneath him. It was responding to his presence, the touch of his feet. Jacque looked up at the massive figure bearing down on them.   

“It’s all connected.” Jacque poked his finger into the ground around his foot, brushing the sand away from his skin. He cleared the sand off his feet, then a tiny groove in the ground around both of his feet. When he was confident, he could lift straight up without touching any of the sand, he stood.   

“Can you lift your feet?” Jacque asked Anita. Anita gulped and looked down at her feet. Then she looked over her shoulder at the slowly approaching giant arm. Its grasping fingers were now only a few feet from them. Anita tried to pull her right foot up. At first, it would not budge, but then it popped free, and Anita staggered in surprise and nearly fell over. Jacque grabbed her arm fiercely, trying to keep her on her feet.  

“Don’t fall! Don’t touch anything if you can help it!” Jacque exclaimed.  

“I’m trying, damnit! Where am I supposed to put my foot then?”  

“I, shit, just put it down in a different spot and try to lift the other.”  

Anita did as she was instructed. She strained, and then her left foot popped free. When Anita looked in the hole, she saw that parts of her shoe were embedded in the hole where her shoe had been. She looked over at Jacque in concern.  

“What about you?”  

Jacque shrugged. He pulled Anita towards him. She balked, leaning back away from him.   

“Do you trust me?” Jacque asked.  

“No.”  

“Damnit, Anita. We have to get off this island. Do you think you can get away before he clobbers you?”  

Anita turned and saw the approaching arm, now moving faster towards them. Anita shook her head and took a step towards Jacque.   

“I will try to leap free and take you with me.”  

“Okay.”  

“Will you let me hold you?”  

“No.”  

“Damnit. Please. We are running out of time.”  

“Fine! I fucking hate you, you know that. My life was FINE before I met you. Fuck!” Anita stomped her feet in rage. The sand kicked up, swirling around her feet. She saw it and stepped away from it, towards Jacque. “Fuck.”  

Jacque swept his arm under her legs and lifted her off the ground. Anita leaned against Jacque, placing one arm around his neck. Anita’s heart beat faster as she felt his skin against her. Anita bit her lip, thinking about that meat hanging between his legs. She felt a strange sensation in her gut and wondered what it would be like to touch him there. She shook her head violently, her eyes focusing on the approaching arm.  

“Hold on tight to me,” Jacque whispered. A shiver ran down Anita’s back as she wrapped her other arm around his neck. Anita could see the sweat on his forehead. She could feel his pounding heart against her body.  

Jacque crouched, feeling his leg muscles bunch. He closed his eyes and rebuilt the muscles, making them stronger and denser. Jacque could feel the sand eating into his feet, breaking his skin as it tried to consume him. He tried to imagine the bottoms of his feet turning to steel and shrugging off the encroaching tendrils, but they started to push through. Jacque redoubled his efforts, making his legs thicker and stronger.  

Anita could feel Jacque’s body shifting around her. She could see the sweat dripping down his brow. The approaching arm was only a foot away when Jacque suddenly sprang upwards. They shoot into the sky. The wind howling in their ears.   

“Delila,” Jacque whispered, “we need you.”  

A voice echoed in his head, tired, slow, drained, and far away. ‘I see you. Take comfort, brother; I won’t let you fall.’  

A strong wind whipped around them. The island shrank away below them as they hurtled through the sky. The winds screamed around them, snatching them from the air and hurtling them through the sky.   

Anita screamed. Her voice vanished against the howling winds that whipped and buffeted them through the air. Jacque kept his eyes closed. His arms clutched Anita tightly to his chest as they flew like a bullet through the air. As they flew through the clouds, Anita saw land below them. They were no longer over the ocean. The ground was a blur below them, growing larger by the second. They flew over vast forests broken up by the occasional small patch of open land. She could make houses far below them. Then she saw lakes and rivers, pristine and beautiful from so high.   

Anita looked back at Jacque. His eyes were closed, his face peaceful. The wind blew his thick blonde hair back from his forehead. Anita wondered if he was asleep. She studied the contours of his face. Anita could feel his heart beating against her chest. She pulled herself closer to him, nuzzling his neck. She breathed in the smell of him. There was something sweet about the way he smelled. She opened her mouth and kissed his neck, letting her tongue taste his skin. She shivered as the texture of his sweat tingled on her tongue. There was a sweet and salty flavor to his skin that was tantalizing and delicious. She suckled softly on his skin, enjoying the taste of him in her mouth. Anita grazed his skin with her teeth, marveling at how it felt to feel his skin catch against her teeth. She wondered what he would taste like if she bit down on him. Would his blood taste like sugar candies in her mouth? She resisted the urge to bite down, grazing his skin with her teeth. Anita closed her mouth, her lips still pressed against his skin. She inhaled deeply and sighed in his arms.  

Anita felt something was changing in their flight. The air was no longer howling past them. She opened her eyes and noticed that they were starting to descend. Jacque’s eyes were still closed, and his breathing was even. She looked at the quickly approaching ground.   

“Jacque?” she asked. He did not stir. She shook him, but his pulse remained steady against her chest. Anita looked back to the quickly approaching ground.  

"Wake up, you motherfucker!” Anita yelled into his face. Jacque’s eyes fluttered open.  

“I never fucked my mother,” he muttered as his eyes met Anita’s. Anita sighed, meeting his gaze. Her heart beat a little faster. She licked her lips. “Are we still flying?”  

“Falling now. Can you do something before we go splat?” Anita asked.   

Jacque laughed and nodded. “Delila?”  

Jacque heard only silence in his head. He imagined himself walking in the front door of Anita’s house. Through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom. He spied Delila, sprawled on the bed on her back. Snoring loudly. He walked over to her and ran a hand up her leg. He grasped her firm thigh and slipped his hand over her snatch. He ran his fingers through her pubic hair, then slid a finger inside her. Delila moaned happily.   

Jacque crawled up onto the bed between her legs. He gently grasped her thighs and spread her legs so he could slide up to her. He slid his knees under her thighs and placed the head of his cock against her mound. Delila moaned happily in her sleep. Jacque grasped the shaft of his cock and pushed it through her labia, sighing in pleasure as he slid into her.  

Delila’s eyes flashed open; she sat up and met his eyes.   

“Fuck! Where are you?” Delila cried out.  

“Falling to our deaths if you don’t do something about it soon,” Jacque answered.   

Delila ground her hips against Jacque’s groin, sighing in pleasure. She winked as she spoke, her voice low and sultry, “Oh, don’t be some melodramatic. You’ll survive the impact just fine.”  

“But Anita won’t.”  

Delila planted her feet and lifted her groin off Jacque. She groaned as his dick slid out of her. She rolled over on her hands and knees, shaking her ass in front of Jacque.  

“Cum in my ass first. I need to feel you inside me before I go save your little hussy.”  

Jacque slapped Delila’s ass sharply, eliciting a small yelp of pleasure from Delila. Then he slid his cock into her ass. Delila moaned loudly. Jacque grabbed her by the hips and pulled himself entirely into her. His eyes slipped closed as he pushed into her tight depths. With his groin firmly pushed against Delila’s ass, he let go of her hips and grabbed her by the hair. Jacque pulled hard, causing Delila to gasp and moan. Her back arched as she looked over her shoulder at Jacque.  

“Save us now, or I won’t be fucking your ass again for a long time,” Jacque growled. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. He pulled back and thrust into her hard. Delila yelped again, this time in pleasure. She moaned as Jacque pulled back and thrust into her again even harder.  

“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me harder,” Delila moaned. Jacque pulled out of her and slid off the bed. He walked around the side, Delila eyed him balefully. Jacque walked up and shook his finger in her face.  

“Save us now.”  

“FINE!” Delila moved off the bed and stood before Jacque. She reached for his cock, but Jacque backed out of her reach. “You better fuck me good after this. Real good. You bastard.”  

Delila’s hair started to whip around her. She closed her eyes and began to float in the air. Jacque sighed and returned to his physical body.  

Anita was shaking Jacque, screaming in his ear. He blinked and looked at her. The ground was hurtling up to meet them. They only had seconds left. Jacque pulled Anita close and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her open mouth. Anita blinked in surprise, then melted into Jacque’s arms. Her heart pounded as a shiver of desire ran down her back. Her stomach knotted up with a feeling she could not explain.   

‘If I have to die, there are worse ways to go,’ she thought as she kissed Jacque back.  

The wind became stronger and more intense around them. Anita felt the descent slow. She opened her eyes and realized Jacque was now standing in a small clearing in the woods. Anita had not noticed when he touched down. She broke the kiss and pushed away from Jacque. He let go of her in shock, and she fell to the ground.   

“Damn you!” Anita cursed. “You did that on purpose! How-how dare you kiss me!”  

Jacque offered a hand to Anita to help her up, but she slapped it away. Anita pulled herself to her feet. As she did, she noticed Jacque’s dick was large, throbbing, and dripping with fluids again. A small bead of white had formed at the tip. She had a powerful urge to run her tongue over it and savor the taste of it. She started forward, then looked up at Jacque’s face. He was watching her with a curiously amused look. She saw something else in his eyes, a hunger she had not noticed before. A shiver ran down her back. She stood and took a step back from him.  

“What are you doing?” she demanded.  

“Watching you.”  

“Why did you kiss me?!”  

“For several reasons,” Jacque answered calmly. “I wanted to taste your lips. You are just as delicious as I imagined.”  

“I-,” Anita started to say, then stopped. She wanted to be angry. He had violated her. Yet, he had tasted good. The kiss had made her tingle in places she never knew existed. She tried to keep her eyes on his face, but she had to glance down to his large throbbing cock. Again, she felt that powerful urge to reach out and touch it. Jacque watched her.  

“You can, if you want,” Jacque said softly.  

“No,” Anita answered. She took a step back. “Why is your dick wet again?”  

Jacque sighed. He scratched behind his ear and looked away. Jacque met Anita’s eyes, and she could see embarrassment there. He did not blush, but she could tell she would not like the answer to her question.   

“That is a little harder to explain,” Jacque said softly. “Just know that that is how I stopped us from crashing into the ground.”  

“You fucked her again. Your sister. Delila,” Anita spat out her name like a curse. She felt her blood boiling with rage. Anita paused. Why was she so angry? Was she jealous? With a small gasp, Anita realized that was the problem. She clapped a hand over her mouth and stumbled backward. Anita stumbled into a rock and sat down hard on it. Jacque watched her, amused.   

Jacque walked closer to Anita but stayed just out of arm's reach. He felt his erection starting to wilt and shrugged.   

“I projected my awareness to her. She was asleep, and we needed...