“Temra, get us to that safe house, now,” Rose said, nodding for them to hurry. The others from across the water were standing, paying them more attention than was wanted. “We can discuss this there.”

  Frank couldn’t fucking wait. Apparently, neither could this other Esmerelda, because the minute Frank lowered his sword, she was up and coming at him. He almost defended himself, but she was too fast, hands on his face, lips pressed to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He spluttered, stepping back, confused, and the look of confusion and betrayal in her eyes broke his heart.

  “You—oh… You’re not my Frank.” She gulped, blinked, and then looked at Keisha. “Which explains why you’re with her.”

  “I don’t like the way you’re saying ‘her’,” Keisha hissed. “Something happen between you and another version of me?”

  Other Esmerelda nodded. “You betrayed us. Got… got the others killed.”

  Keisha’s eyes narrowed. “Wasn’t me.”

  “We know that,” Frank said, catching his grandma’s eyes and nodding. “We need to move.”

  They agreed and were all moving along now, following Temra, Shadow with a sword on Other Esmerelda in case she tried anything. As they went, Frank couldn’t help asking more.

  “You came here from another world?”

  She nodded. “After visiting World War II, we—”

  “I knew it!” Rose said, then chuckled. “Sorry, just… I was thinking another version of us had tried it. No luck?”

  Other Esmerelda shook her head. “Maybe if we’d had the army you have here, but no. It was just the three of us, and Merin tricked us.”

  “Merin?” Frank asked.

  “The boy,” Rose explained.

  Esmerelda scoffed. “Boy? Maybe he was once, but not anymore.”

  The way she’d said that sent a chill up Frank’s spine, and he glanced back, glad to see that nobody else seemed to be following them.

  “Well, this is different,” Frank insisted. “Our Keisha would never betray us, I guarantee you that.”

  “And… if you’re going to wear my face, you best learn to fit in real fast,” Esmerelda added. “Meaning you don’t touch any of us.”

  “Not in that ‘attempted murder’ way, at any rate,” Temra said, and then laughed.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Just that I don’t doubt Frank here would love to have two Esmereldas at once, isn’t that right?”

  Frank met Temra’s eyes, realizing he hadn’t even considered the thought but now it was the only image in his mind. He quickly waved it off, walking ahead, leaving Temra to chuckle after him.

  “That’s it,” Temra said, catching up and indicating a walkway that led to a decline on his left, between two tall buildings. Steam rose from the street vents nearby, giving a bit of a haze to the air that he could appreciate, as it would at least partially hide any view of them.

  Temra went up first, stepping to the left and moving a brick. Beneath it were three gears, which she moved like a combination lock, getting the patterns just right, before clicking them together. They turned, making a wall to his left—not the door in front that he’d expected—open up.

  “Quickly,” she hissed, ushering them all inside.

  Keisha went first, then Rose, followed by Esmerelda, Milly, Mary, Other Esmerelda, and Shadow. They were keeping a close watch on this newcomer, still not at all sure what to think about her attempt on Keisha’s life or the way she’d thrust her tongue down Frank’s throat. If it was the real Esmerelda, he couldn’t deny an affection for her. After all, Temra was with him, but he was another version of the one she’d grown to love. Was this any different?

  Thinking about it as he followed Temra down dark halls, turning to find a room on the right, he realized that maybe it was. If her Keisha had actually betrayed them, that meant alternate versions of themselves could be entirely different people, as he never for a second believed his Keisha would be capable of such a thing.

  He’d have to keep this other Esmerelda at a distance, at first anyway, until they knew more about her.

  “We’ll take first watch,” Rose said, nodding for Shadow to accompany her. “And have a chance to ask our new friend here a couple questions.”

  Other Esmerelda glanced my way, and I nodded. As if she needed my permission. Or maybe she didn’t trust them, but trusted that I wouldn’t let her fall into the wrong hands. Either way, she stood tall as she walked off with them in the direction Temra indicated, telling them where to find the bathroom, kitchen, and the way to a lookout room above.

  The remaining ladies took turns going to the bathroom, and when it was Frank’s turn, Temra took him by the arm, staring into his eyes as she whispered, “Be sure to wash down there. I want another taste.”

  He grinned wide, glanced back to see the other four smirking, and nodded. Apparently, they had plans for him. He didn’t waste any time, and was soon back in the room, nearly tripping when he saw all five nude on the small bed.

  Keisha and Esmerelda were each on one side of Temra, watching him as they caressed her curves. Mary and Milly were behind them, enjoying each other as they often did.

  “Thought we’d warm her up,” Keisha said, a hand slipping over Temra’s ass, slapping it playfully.

  “Get her all wet for you,” Esmerelda added with a laugh, hand moving along Temra’s inner thigh, then pulling away to move up from her stomach.

  “I… see that,” was all he could think to say. “And you’re okay with this, Temra?”

  She bit her lip, eyeing him. “If it turns you on, I’m willing to try anything. Well, almost anything. Let’s not get too crazy.”

  He laughed, nodding.

  Esmerelda took that as her cue, moving behind Temra and kissing her neck, so that the woman’s red eyes took on a distant, mesmerized look. Keisha followed suit, moving to one side and moving a hand to Temra’s breast, bending over to take her nipple in her lips and nibbling it gently. Temra’s soft moan pulled at Frank’s desire, so that he found himself walking toward them, stripping before he even processed the act.

  The three of them were true beauties. Esmerelda with her flaxen hair falling over Temra’s shoulder as she moved up to her ear, one hand now finding its way over her hips, down, lower, so close it was teasing all of them, really. Keisha with her mocha skin in stark contrast with the nearly pure white of Temra’s. As odd as the thought was, seeing their breasts pressed together as Keisha started kissing her reminded him of hot cocoa with swirls of marshmallows. He wanted to drink them up, even more turned on by the sound of Milly and Mary moaning as they touched each other nearby.

  Before he could get his underwear off, Keisha and Esmerelda were off the bed and on him, pulling it, yanking at his hard cock through the material. Keisha reached in and got his cock out first, Esmerelda pulling off his underwear and moving up to lick his balls, the two handling Frank like he was a carnival attraction.

  Mary, meanwhile, had Milly bent over, kneeling behind her and eating her out from behind. It was one of those sights Frank hadn’t even thought to imagine before, but now that he was seeing it, turned him on to new levels.

  When his eyes met Temra’s, he realized that was exactly what this was. Well, not exactly the type of carnival he was used to, but a show to be sure. And it was working, her hands caressing her breasts, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, her finger glistening as it moved over her pussy.

  “Go get ‘er,” Keisha growled into his ear, moving behind him and slapping his ass.

  “We’ll be right behind,” Esmerelda moaned, hands on his back, nails clawing as he walked.

  Temra stood up and met him halfway, lifting a leg and wrapping it around him so that his cock was pressed up to her pussy, feeling the hair and how wet she was. He turned to her now, pinning her there as the other two joined, kissing and caressing, and a hand had his cock, guiding him into Temra, though he couldn’t be sure whose, because his face was buried in her breasts. He came up to kiss her as the two became one, and then he was moving inside of her, slowly, very aware of the kisses on his neck and arms, the hands on his balls, ass, abs.

  He was going to use the full extent of his upgraded stamina, that was for damn sure. Soon he was clutching Temra’s breasts, hips slapping against her ass, and she bit her lip to keep her moan of ecstasy from giving away the hideout. She rewarded him with kisses, moving aside to give Esmerelda and then Keisha their turns.

  But they moved aside when Mary, wiping her mouth of Milly’s cum, approached. Her bright red hair was swept to the side, her bare chest already covered with a sheen of sweat.

  “I finally get my turn on this ride?” she said with a grin.

  Milly came up behind her, wrapping her arms around the lady and cupping her breasts. “That sausage looks prime for the taking. You don’t get in there now, I sure as hell will.”

  As if it were a game they were playing, Milly reached back and cupped the other’s pussy, gently kissing her, then pulling away as she said, “You couldn’t go again if you tried.”

  Milly looked about to argue, but her legs nearly buckled and she laughed, shoving the shorter woman over to Frank. He sat up, not sure where to go with this but wanting it one-hundred percent. Mary fell onto him, pushing him back, and stared into his eyes. He noted a scar on her cheek that he wasn’t sure had been there before, thought it curious, but then was focused on her firm grip of his cock, the way she was easing onto it, and then the horrified look of pain in her eyes as she tried to lower herself onto it.

  “Slowly,” Milly said, hand on her back, guiding her through it, other hand, somewhere on her backside, it looked like, maybe even moving around her asshole.

  Frank put a hand on her cheek. “We don’t have to do this, not right now.”

  “Shut up and kiss me,” Mary replied. “Kiss me hard for this, you fucker.” She pressed her lips to him, devouring him as she pushed down further on his cock. A bite made him yelp at the same time as she yelped, and then he was lying back, staring at the ceiling in shock at how tight her pussy was. Or maybe he was just so turned on his dick was the largest it’d ever been.

  A few more movements of Mary up and down on his cock, working it slowly, and then she was going faster and faster, until she was hitting him in the chest as she moaned out, “Oh, yes, oh, yesssss.”

  And then she came, as fast as that, and was on him, kissing him again, before Milly took her back for a kiss, telling her how hot and brave she’d been.

  But Frank was left there with his bulging cock. Somehow, he still hadn’t cum.

  Maybe his stamina was too good now, he thought as Keisha and Esmerelda moved back in. But then Keisha pulled him to standing, grinned up at him as if accepting a challenge, and started stroking it hard and fast with both hands. The others knelt there too, all five of them, looking up at him and licking their lips when they weren’t licking him, and caressing him, taking turns with the strokes. Milly came in to take it all in her mouth, licking it, and then passing it to Mary. While Mary had fooled around with him before, she’d never seemed totally into it. That wasn’t true now—after what he’d given her, she was treating his cock like a god to be worshiped, caressing and kissing and nuzzling.

  Then he felt the warmth and tingling, and climaxed so that he was spraying his cum across all five of them as Mary laughed, flicking it about. It took all of his upgraded strength and stamina to not fall over as waves of bliss hit him, and he watched with a mixture of horror and delight as his cum hit their breasts, their necks, even a bit at the edge of Esmerelda’s mouth. She licked it up, diving in to take him in her mouth and ensure he reached his full orgasmic potential.

  They would all need to get cleaned up after this, but at the moment he was loving it, gripping her head and pushing his hips forward as warmth surged in his legs and abs, the final bit of climax leaving him.

  All smiles, the women pressed together, breasts against breasts, cum mixing, tongues licking it off. He was almost grossed out, but hey, as long as he didn’t have to do the licking, it was kinda hot.

  He was learning, after all. Going from college boy to kickass time traveler was one thing. Learning how to hang with these pirates and steampunk chick was a whole other level.

  And to think, there was more to come.

  The End

  Preview of Book 3!

  Frank sat in bed, eyeing the pile of women lying there with him. It was bliss, it was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of. And yet, his mind was full of unrest. He stood, going to the door and balcony where he could look out and see the city at night. Steam rose at all hours, tall mountains in the distance standing tall above the clouds.

  Was his mission seriously to find the boy named Merin and bring him back to that strange man with the glowing dagger? He had seen the figure in that strange room, the sort of fourth dimension place that wasn’t part of this world or, indeed, any really. Had it been himself that Frank had seen? The light had shone briefly, and while he hadn’t gotten a great view, he felt some connection there and thought he had seen at least a version of himself.

  And if that was true, if he wasn’t the only version of himself left alive, what would that mean?

  A shadow showed on the balcony first, then Temra stepping out. She wore only her panties and a tank top, hands folded in front of her, wide, red eyes staring at him with concern. Of course her metal right hand and shoulder piece were there, as always. As far as he was concerned, they were simply part of her.

  “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked.

  He motioned her over, and when she was at his side, wrapped an arm around her as he kissed her cheek. “Not much. You?”

  She shook her head. “Being back here for me, it’s… like waking from a dream, you know? Only to realize the dream hasn’t stopped, and now reality and the dream are overlapping in crazy ways.”

  “I know the feeling.” He held her tight, leaning his head down to hers. Until recently, he had barely known her, while she had lived with a separate version of him, one from another dimension, basically. They had been in love, and now he was feeling the emotions that the other version of himself had felt. Not only because he had been intimate with her and because she was great, but because he had, to his knowledge of how it worked, actually absorbed the other versions of himself. Some of the memories would come back in bursts, emotions along with them.

  At the moment, a memory of watching a sunrise with her came to the surface, so that it was like the memory was layered on top of this one—the first moment other him had known for sure they were in love. The two had stayed up all night, laughing and talking, hiding out from a group of enemy soldiers out to get them. Morning had come and they had committed to going out to fight them, no more hiding. It had been the beginning of the end for them.

  And now, this sunrise was like a new beginning for this Frank and her. What had been pure dark was now highlighted orange, plumes of smoke rising from factories, steam from the streets and where it was being used to work all manner of machinery. A steampunk world wasn’t entirely accurate though, because Temra had told him of the tech the Scourers used. She had described them as elite bounty hunters who kept the fancy tech for themselves. The effect had been that, while elites kept power via force, the peasants and any would-be rebels had come to rely on a steam-powered world that likely defied all logic by Frank’s understanding of society and technology.

  The night before, when they had arrived and before the insane love-making that had involved his team, but also now Temra—though not Other Esmerelda yet—he had been stricken by the beauty of this city. Also by the way it made him shiver with dread, thinking of the dirigible he had seen with gatling guns at its sides and steam pouring from the boiler. It was all so far outside of anything he knew. Pirates were one thing, ninjas too. At least he had read about them. This steampunk stuff existed out there in the world of fiction, but he hadn’t read enough to truly make sense of it. Even if he had, he imagined this world would be different enough that none of that would have really helped him.

  This was reality, after all, even if a twisted, weird version of it.

  “Are you thinking about last night?” Temra asked, hand moving along his chest.

  He was happy to find his worry replaced with images of her licking her lips, her breasts as he caressed them, memories of how amazing her touch felt.

  “I certainly am now.”

  “And… before?”

  He nodded. “Some of it comes back. It’s weird, having memories of a life I didn’t really live.”

  “And yet… it makes you so much more… mine. Not like, as a servant or slave, but… the version of Frank that loved me.”

  He took her face in his hands. “And I do.”

  They kissed, and when she pulled away she was grinning wide, then held up a finger. She ran inside, then came out a second later with a robe around her. It had one arm torn off to make room for her metal shoulder piece, which only added to the sexiness as far as he was concerned. Her giggle was so unexpected, so out of the norm for this badass steampunk tinkerer, that he laughed as she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him along. “Come, I want to show you something.”

  “Is it safe?” he asked.

  “I’ll be there to protect you.”

  He laughed. “Well, that and leaving the others alone?”

  She froze, turned to him, and stared. “Frank, you’re talking about, not just one, but two Esmereldas, M&M as you call them, Keisha, Rose, and Shadow. Seriously, you think they would ever not be okay without us for a few minutes?”

  “Point made.”

  He let her pull him along, away from the guild safe house they had taken up residence in. Up and along a curved path on the hill, a hill that was covered in old, abandoned buildings. Soon they were running, the orange glow now over the whole city, casting deep shadows along the cobblestone streets of the hill. She led him to a stone arch, which they ducked into and came to an old garden. No, not a garden he realized, but what had once been a living room maybe, now completely overgrown with vines, stunning flowers, and a strange type of tree he had never seen before. The tree rose up out of middle of the floor, spiraling up, with branches that spiraled as well, so that the whole effect was quite mesmerizing.