Author's notes:

This is an Alternate Reality story, where Atlantis, which the inhabitants called Baylon, was real and inhabited by a powerful humanoid race called Baylons.

About half the story happens in the bronze age and I've researched a lot for this story. If you find anything that looks like a mistake in the story, please double check to be sure that you're correct and then PM me about it. :)

A slight warning: This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

P.S. I haven't gotten an editor yet, so any mistakes are mine. Interested editors are welcome :) Just be warned that this is a LONG story :)

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Chapter 3 -- First day in the house

Saturday, 17th of June 2000, Outside Malaga, Spain

The next morning, I was awakened by Alice, who knocked on my door before she came into the room, carrying two cups of tea. She was dressed in a short kimono-like dress, which showed of her lovely long legs to great effect, and she looked absolutely lovely, as she sat on the edge of the bed and handed me one of the cups with a slight smile.

"Good morning." She said slowly.

"Good morning." I replied and took the cup. "And thank you for yesterday."

She smiled, but was silent for a moment, before saying. "We ... need to talk about that."

I sat further up in the bed and leaned back against the wall. "Yes?"

"I don't normally... go to bed with men I have just met, so I need to know... where you think this is going."

I raised my eyebrow in surprise, as I thought the answer was pretty obvious. "You are here on vacation and have to go home in less than two weeks, while I'll most likely stay here." I pointed out and shrugged. "I think you're beautiful, passionate and absolutely wonderful woman and I would like to... "

"Slower." She interrupted. "You're speaking too fast."

I repeated the last sentence in a slower tempo and added. "And I would like to share a lot of pleasure with you, but eventually we will go our separate ways when you leave."

For a few heartbeats, she looked stunned but then she laughed and nodded. "Good. As long as we agree on that, we can have some fun." She stood up. "I'll be back."

I watched her legs while she walked out of the room and shook my head. That was a seriously sexy woman.

Smiling, I drank some of the tea. All Baylons had power to some degree, be it mental or magical, and for some reason, that made us extremely sexy in the eyes of human women.

Back in the days before Baylon disappeared that had actually been a problem, since most Baylons also found power to be sexy and the attention of people without power was about as welcome as a dog humping your leg.

Since I like human women, I'm more fortunate, but not all women were young and beautiful like Alice, and some were even dangerous. Like the wife of a Persian general, who had tried to seduce me, while her husband was away and then tried to have me killed when I declined.

Alice came back after a little while, still dressed the same, but after she had closed the door behind her, she opened the kimono to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The sight of her made my dick harden immediately.

"Karen is taking the twins to the beach... Rita is gone as well." She said as she slowly walked towards me. "We're alone and I want you."

That was straight forward, so I placed my teacup on the table next to the bed and removed the covers from my body.

She smiled widely at the sight of my stiff cock and crawled onto the bed.

It was like watching a tigress on the prowl and in this case, I was the meat.

Again, she started out by licking the length of my cock, but instead of teasing, like she had done yesterday, she took it in her mouth as soon as she had reached the top.

"Oh," I moaned softly as the hot wetness of her mouth closed around me, her tongue swirling around and teasing the sensitive skin the head before working farther down my shaft.

Without stopping using her mouth, she sat down on her knees on each side of my left leg, so her pussy was in contact with my skin, and I could feel the wetness against my leg. Licking her way to the head again, she placed one hand on my balls, another on the shaft and started to move her head up and down.

I groaned my enjoyment and she clearly liked to hear that, because she started to take in more and more of my dick, until the head bounced off the back of her throat and I could feel her juices running down my skin, where her pussy touched my leg.

Alice drove her mouth down as far onto me as she could, before she pulled back again, her hand following her hot wet mouth. For a moment, she released my dick, her hand closing over my saliva coated head, twisting back and forth a few times, before she pushed her hot mouth down over my cock again, causing me to groan.

For a heartbeat, she looked up at me and I could her lips tighten around my dick as she smiled and winked at me, before she started to bob her head faster, concentrating on the head, while her hand sliding along my shaft with her lips to stimulate my entire cock.

She continued for a while, but then changed tactics, alternating between holding her hands still while only using her mouth and holding her mouth still, while using her hands and tongue on me.

For me it was pure joy and from the moans she gave and the wetness on my leg, it was clear she enjoyed it tremendously as well.

Finally, she stopped and looked at me with a grin, as she took a small package from a pocket in her kimono. It was a testament to her beauty and the effect the sight of her body had on me, that I haven't even noticed the kimono had any pockets at all.

Alice opened the package, took out something and started to roll it on my dick.

It felt cool and slightly moist, but since it was obviously some kind of protection, I smiled at her as she looked at me. She had no way of knowing that I had been sterile since I was about twenty-five and women tended not to believe me when I told them that anyway.

She did have some trouble getting the thing rolled down, but eventually it got there and with a satisfied nod, she discarded the kimono, climbed on top of me and placed the head of my dick between the swollen lips of her pussy.

Licking her lips, she leaned forward and gave me an intense kiss before she sat up straight and started to move her hips in circles while she gently pressed down.

Her impressive breasts swayed in front of my eyes, and I let my hands slide up her legs and side until they reached those tempting balls of flesh.

She started to breathe raggedly when I caressed them, enjoying the feeling of her hard nipples against the palm of my hands.

I moaned as well, but that was because her circular motions were slowly working my dick further and further into her and the protection, she had put on me was so thin I could feel her pussy around my dick, applying pressure on different sides as the hips rotated.

Her moaning was getting louder, and I could see goose bumps starting to form on her arms and shoulders.

Using only the tips of my fingers, I slid my right hand down her body until it reached the small patch of hair between her legs and then I placed my thumb on her love-pearl, holding it still so the movement of her hips would press the love-pearl against it. For some reason the modern word for love-pearl suddenly popped into my mind and I discovered, it was called a clitoris now. With a mental shrug, I resolved to call it that instead to avoid any confusion.

Closing her eyes, Alice started to move faster and faster, as her body trembled, and small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.

I resisted the temptation to move, since that would throw her of her rhythm, and instead enjoyed the sight, smell and sound of a beautiful woman riding herself to an orgasm on top of me, while the feeling of my dick in her pussy sent wave after wave of pure pleasure through me.

Suddenly she slammed down her hips down on me, impaling her on my dick and came with a scream of pleasure, while the muscles pulsed around my dick as if it was milking it.

She sat there quivering as the orgasm ran through her body, but eventually she leaned down, gave me a long tender kiss and rested her body on mine, while I held her, with one hand on her neck and the other on her butt.

The kiss lasted a long time, but eventually she broke the kiss and pulled her head a bit back.

She had probably planned on saying something, but by now I had bent my legs and had the bed under my feet, giving me leverage and I used that to thrust my dick deep inside her. She gave a yelp of pleasure, followed by a moan when I did it again.

I strengthen my hold on both her butt and the back of her neck and started driving my dick into her wonderful warm wet pussy again and again. Her moans turned into whimpers and then into squeals.

Alice's body stiffened as an orgasm quickly overtook her and the squeals turned into another scream. Her pussy pulsed and tightened around my dick, adding to the pleasure.

The sex yesterday had shown me that when she had come once, she could easily come again and instead of stopping, I increased the pace, making sure I withdrew almost completely, before slamming it back in.

She moaned something I didn't understand and started to shake all over, building up to a big orgasm and I let go of her butt and slid my hand down to play with her love-pearl clitoris.

That pushed her over the edge and with a scream she came again, her pussy convulsing and squeezing my cock as she sat down hard, driving it even further into her.

Shivers ran through her body as she sat there with her eyes closed, gasping for air.

I tried to move again, but apparently, she was too sensitive, because she used her powerful leg muscles to propel her body off my dick and ended up lying halfway on top of me with her navel right in front of my eyes and her hips on my chest. I kissed her navel and hugged her hips.

Panting she rolled off me and collapsed on the bed with her face turned my way.

Smiling, I turned onto my side and let a hand slide down her back, over her butt and down the nearest leg.

She had soft smooth skin that was a pleasure to touch, and I continued to caress while she caught her breath.

"That... was very good." She said with a smile.

"Yes, it was." I agreed and gently slapped her butt. "You're gorgeous."

"Thanks... You too." Her eyes travelled down my body but stopped at the sight of my still stiff dick. "You didn't come?"

"Not yet but tell me when you're ready again." I said with a wink, causing her to smile and nod.

Then she turned so we were facing each other and reached out to let her hands slide over my body. For a while, we lay there, enjoying the feel of each other, but finally Alice moved close enough to kiss and soon we were making out again.

In the middle of the heated kiss, she rolled over on her back and spread her legs invitingly. I started to move my hand towards her pussy, but she grabbed it and whispered "No hand. You."

I placed myself between her legs, but instead of ploughing into her right away, I rested on my elbows and continued to kiss her. At first, she seemed slightly puzzled about it, but she quickly responded by throwing her arms around me and kissing me back.

The tip of my cock was pressing against her moist opening and thrusting forward I slid into her tight wet pussy, pushing it all the way to the bottom, where I stopped to enjoy the feeling of her pussy around my cock and her lips against mine, as we kissed again.

For a while, neither of us moved, but then she flexed the muscles in her pussy, giving my dick a gentle squeeze. I responded by flexing my cock, which for some reason made her giggle.

Still holding me tight, she wriggled her hips just enough to make me moan, as my dick was given a massage. Smiling, she turned the wriggle into a circular movement, that somehow made her pussy rub the head of my dick and sent shivers down my spine, before she lay still again.

Lowering my head to the side of her neck, I kissed her from earlobe to the base of her neck, using an open mouth, that allowed my tongue to make small circles on her skin. At the same time, I pressed my pubic bone against and was rewarded with a loud groan, when it hit her clitoris.

Having found the right position, I slowly started to fuck her by only rotating and tilting my hips, making sure I kept contact with her clitoris.

Alice grasped, took hold of my head, and pulled it away from her neck so she could kiss me.

I kissed her back, making my movements faster as our tongues met in a kiss filled with desire.

Suddenly, she tossed her head back and came with a small shriek.

That was the signal for me to change tactics and I started fucking her with long hard strokes, pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in.

She threw her legs over my lower legs, her eager hips raising to meet every stroke, as she groaned loudly with each penetration, squeezing my cock with the muscles in her pussy as I went in and relaxed them when I pulled back again.

Then she grabbed my neck and looked me in the eyes as she almost hissed. "Faster."

I did as she wished and soon, I could feel the pleasure starting to overcome my self-control and a tell-tale pressure started to build inside me.

Alice heard my moaning, but instead of lowering the pace, it encouraged her to pick it up and my body started to tense up in anticipation.

"I'm gonna come." I whispered into her ear.

That sentence caused her to wrap her arms around me tightly, mashing her soft breasts against my chest, and then she exploded in an intense orgasm. That in turn sent me over the edge as her pussy tightened around my cock and a moment later, I came in an orgasm that made my ears ring and my body tingle from the sheer intensity.

We both lowered the pace until we lay still, panting for air, but after a while I moved over to the side, so I could lie down on the bed.

The protection Alice had put on me was dangling from my dick. I took it off and not knowing what to do with it, I tied a knot on it to keep the semen inside and placed it next to the bed. Deciding that I would throw it in the garbage later, I reached out and dragged her closer.

She didn't mind and for a time, we relaxed, enjoying the moment, which for me included the feeling of positive energy surging into me.

"I could stay here all day." Mumbled Alice in her slow accented Latin a bit later and traced a line over my chest with her fingers "But I have to do some work while the children are away."

Since she hadn't mentioned anything about work before, I looked at her "What kind of work do you do?"

"Oh... It's for school. A short - "she paused while she searched for the right words. "- story about our... eh... trip to Spain."

"So, you are teaching?"

"No. I'm still a student." She said with a sigh. "Taking care of the twins took some years."

Her face turned serious, and she took a deep breath, as if she was going to ask something important or serious. "Haven't you wondered why I have twelve-year-old daughters?"

That question caught me by surprise, but I calmly said. "No. I guess it's because you had sex thirteen years ago. That's the usual reason, but it's really not my business."

"It doesn't...eh... bother you?"

"No." I answered truthfully. "Most women become mothers at some point."

To my astonishment, Alice sent me a wide smile and gave me a kiss. "Thanks... you're sweet."

The sound of my stomach rumbling interrupted us.

Alice chuckled. "I agree. We better get a bath and some food."

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For some reason, Alice didn't want her daughters to know anything about us and just in case they arrived back earlier than planned, we showered separately and then met in the kitchen.

After some bread and cheese, Alice sat down with one of those items they call 'a lap top computer' and started to type. Thanks to my Ars Mentalis trick and the information I had gotten from it, I knew it was a normal thing to do, but when the letters appeared on the screen, it seemed a lot like magic to me, even if I knew it was technology.

Techno-magic, I thought to myself with a smile and went back into the kitchen where I wouldn't disturb her.

It would take a long while before I understood how this new electronic stuff worked and until then I was content with simply classifying it as 'techno-magic' in my head. To me, that meant I didn't have any idea how or why it worked, but that was fine since I knew that an item worked and perhaps even how to use it.

The kitchen was a good example of that, since I could see what the different appliances were and, thanks to the knowledge I had read in Alice's mind, knew how to use them, but I didn't know how they worked.

Not that it really mattered, since I have never been a good cook and it would take more than a little knowledge of how things worked to fix that.

Through the window, I could see a small garden, so I opened the door and walked out there. Apparently, the weather hasn't changed much the last two millennia: Spain, or at least this part of the country, was still hot, with a warm breeze and a sun that shone from a lightly clouded sky.

Contend I sighed and stretched. Despite having white hair and blue eyes, I love a warm climate and thanks to my father's darker colours, my skin had the same colour as a permanent tan, and I don't get sunburn easily.

For a while, I simply stood there, enjoying the sun against my skin, but I started to get restless and decided to take a closer look at my surroundings.

Walking around the house, I discovered that there was a pool on the other side of the house as well as a brazier to cook food on. A quick memory search revealed that it was now called a grill or a barbeque.

There was also a patio with a table, chairs, a sofa, and a large hammock hanging between columns. On the other side of the pool was a structure that looked like a stone tent without sides and in the shade under it, was more couches and chairs.

The third side of the house features a structure used for housing a car and the last side was small garden leading to the mountainside.

The whole area was surrounded by large walls to ensure privacy and as the house was built on the mountainside, there was a spectacular view over the landscape, with a hint of the ocean at the horizon.

There were no other houses to see in the area, so I walked back into the house, smiling a little when the scent of sex filled my nostrils. It struck me that the scent was going to pose a problem for Alice's wish about keeping it secret.

An Ars Mentalis trick could get rid of it, but according to the knowledge from Alice, any form for power that wasn't electrical, or 'techno-magic', was at best regarded as pure fiction.

Fortunately, getting rid of unwanted smells was not a new thing and while I might not have much knowledge of the modern world yet, the old methods would still work.

I walked into the other garden again and started to look around at the plants. A garden this close to the kitchen usually meant herbs and thyme was excellent to purify air.

I was in luck. Not only did I find thyme, but also rosemary, and I gathered what I needed and walked back into the kitchen.

Both herbs were put into a pot filled with water, which I put on the stove. Spotting some lemons in a net, I sliced two of them and added to the pot while I waited for it to boil.

A wonderful aroma started to spread in the kitchen, and I found myself whistling softly as I relaxed and enjoyed being alive.

Now I only needed something to keep it warm once it had boiled.

It took a while before I realized that the solution to the problem was right in front of me. I mean literally right in front of me, since there was an iron construction, called a tea warmer, on the dining table in the middle of the kitchen.

I lighted the candle under it, placed a bowl on top and poured as much of the liquid into the tea warmer bowl as it could hold, added a few more slices of lemon and carried it into the living room, where I placed it on a table.

When I turned around, I discovered Alice was observing me from her place by the other table. "That smells good!"

"Yes." I agreed. "And it should remove the scent of sex from the room as well."

"Oh. Good thinking." She rose from her seat and walked over to study the bowl. "What's in it?

"Just lemon, thyme and rosemary." I said with a shrug. "It's an old trick."

"Nice." She let a hand run down my back and pinched my towel-covered butt. "This is nice also."

I returned the favour with a smile "Take care or you will not get much writing done."

She signed, "Unfortunately I have to do it." Something caught her eye and she pointed at the window. "Look out there."

The rocky hills behind the house were clearly visible from the window and she pointed at a spot, where the green sides of the hill were interrupted by a patch in a lighter colour.

"You were laying in the bushes below that rockslide." She sent me a smile "At first we thought you had been hurt in the slide, but you didn't have a mark on you. So, we went with the next thing, which was you had been very, very drunk... and that is why we didn't call the police or doctors. As for why you were naked, I have no clue."

The spot she was referring to was about fifty yards away and a lot closer than I had understood from her story last night. It was basically in the backyard, meaning I could go get my things earlier than I had expected.

"Hmm... I will go look at it, while you write."

Now it was her turn to be surprised. "Dressed in nothing but a towel?"

Laughing I slapped her butt and slightly pulled at her bikini. "There's ten times as much cloth in this towel than in what you're wearing."

She looked as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Giving up she smiled "Have a nice walk then."

"And may your writing be successful."

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The rockslide had almost hidden the entrance to the tunnel, but it was only a small layer of rocks, and it didn't take long to remove enough for me to clear the opening.

Naturally, it was dark in there, so I used Vis Meditation to activate Oculos Cati (Baylon: Eyes of the Cat), a Vis power that enabled me to see as well in the dark as a cat, and carefully entered the cave.

The roof of the cave looked like it could fall down at any moment, making me hurry through the tunnel to the end of the cave.

It wasn't idle curiosity that made me go in there: One of the only ways to keep values secure over a longer period of time, was to hide them and I had done that many times during the years.

Not only when leaving an area, but also when going into a trance, since the only sense that works in a trance is hearing and even that is dramatically reduced. You can't feel anything, so if you're found and those people don't make a lot of noise or try to kill you, they could steal everything and walk away, without you discovering it before you wake up.

Consequently, whenever I go into a trance, I always hide my belongings and wear the cheapest clothes possible.

Looking at the wall behind the place where I had meditated, I used an Ars Mentalis trick to pulverize a four-foot block, revealing a small room behind the wall, where I had hidden my belongings.

At a glance, I could see that some of them were in good shape, while other things had turned to dust, including my lute, composite bow and every magical item I owned.

Highly irritating as it was, it wasn't really a surprise. Unless specially designed not to, permanent magic drew power from the item it was imbedded in and thus the drain would eventually consume the item. This process normally takes around two to three thousand years and had never been a problem. Now, it meant my magical tings were gone forever.

The first item I took out was my sword, which was safely encased in the black bdel scabbard. The leather wrapping on the scabbard was gone, rotted away by time, but besides that, the sword looked as good as new. Like the other things that had survived the passage of time, bdel wasn't a magical material by itself, but as it took magic to make and work bdel, I guess that one could call it magical assisted crafting. The same could be said about the sword itself.

Unlike most Baylon swords, this one wasn't made from the golden and magical metal Orichalcum, but from a light and hard metal-glass alloy called adamant.

Adamant resembled polished silver, except it had organic looking lines curving their way in the blade like veins in wood.

As with bdel, making anything of adamant involved a considerable amount of power as well as time and the result was one of the best blades ever. It's incredible strong, yet flexible, doesn't rust or corrode and if anything could harm the razor-sharp edge, I haven't found it yet.

In typical Baylon manner, the style of the weapon was simple, but elegant as blade, handguard and pommel was one solid piece of adamant. The forward curved blade was one edged and the recurve design allowed the wielder to deliver blows with the power of an axe, while still having the long cutting edge of a sword and the ability to deliver stabbing attacks. It's short enough to be carried by the side and not on the back, but long enough to get a good reach, and the handle was long enough to allow for both one and two-handed use.

The design of the blade was so efficient, that Ancient Greek had used it for their Kopis, though they had copied the smaller Diucultro (Baylon: Long Knife), which had a similar blade design. Though less efficient, it was easier to craft in bronze and later in the low-quality iron they had used.

Thinking about the Diucultro made me take it out of the opening. Traditionally, old style bladed weapons were made in sets consisting of a sword and a long knife and mine was no different, as the sword had a smaller companion in the form of a Diucultro in the same design.

Unlike the sword, which was normally only used for combat, the long knife was both an off-hand weapon and a tool, and I had used it for just about everything, from constructing a shelter, chopping up meat or wood, to cutting my hair.

Just to be on the safe side, I drew both weapons from their scabbards to study the highly decorated blades and they was in pristine condition even after two thousand years.

With a satisfied smiled, I placed them on the ground and took out the last two weapons, which was my adamant throwing knives. Smaller than the long knife and with another blade design, they were made from the same materials and a quick examination showed that they too had survived the passage of time, which was good news.

Not that I expected to have much use for the ancient weapons in this modern world, but not only had they been in my family for generations, but they had also been my constant companions for most of my life and losing them would had been like losing something of myself.

Placing the knives next to the other weapons on the ground, I looked into the room again, taking stock of rest of my items.

Fortunately, my best clothes were made from a non-magical material called Iron Silk, which was a rare and expensive form for silk that, like Adamant, could only be made with use of magic.

Iron silk clothes were expensive, incredible durable and were expected to be handed down for generations.

Once made, it's almost impossible to cut and when hit, it stiffens and spreads the impact over a much greater area, thus lessening the damage to the wearer. Great against melee attack, good against arrows and adequate against a crossbow, I seriously doubted the effect would work against the slug-throwing 'guns' I had seen in Alice's mind the day before, but it was still better than nothing and it gave me something to wear.

I took out the clothes, dropped the towel and started to dress.

For once, I was glad I had preferred to wear trousers like the Scythians and Persians, because it meant that that now I only looked somewhat old fashioned, instead of being dressed in a toga, looking stupid.

That by the way was the exact reaction I had gotten for hundreds of years by the Greek and Romans, who considered my dark blue trousers barbaric and ridiculous, while draped clothes and togas was the only civilized way to dress.

The shirt was a plain white shirt of Egyptian design but made from iron silk instead of the usual Egyptian cotton.

Both my leather sandals and low boots had turned to dust, leaving me with nothing to put on my feet, but my Iron Silk coat looked like it was made yesterday. Since it was too hot to wear a coat and the bags had rotted away, I decided to use it to carry the rest of the things in.

There wasn't many, as everything made from wood, leather, iron or normal cloth was destroyed, while items made from gold, ivory, stone, bdel, adamant or iron silk remained.

In quick order, I placed the knives with their bdel scabbards, medical instruments and my ivory-and-gold toothbrush and comb, on the coat, followed by what I usually call 'my value pack'. The value pack was a collection of jewellery, gold coins and precious stones, all of which have a lot of value while being light enough to carry.

I kept it in an iron silk bag along with a few souvenirs from various places I've been or lived.

Dropping the last items into the coat, I rolled it into a bundle along with the towel, took the sword in the other hand and left the cave.

It wasn't much to show for a life that had spanned hundreds of years, but unless I could find the hidden cashes, I had placed all around the world, that was all that I had.

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When I came back to the house, Alice was not in the living room, so I walked to the room I had been sleeping in and placed the bundle on the bed.

I considered what to do with the sword and ended up placing it on the top shelf in the closet, out of sight and reach of the children. The sword was sharp as a razor and there was no reason to invite accidents. The knives went the same way for the same reason.

Sorting through the items, l found what I was looking for: An adamant necklace with a gold pendent in the shape of a double-headed axe of the kind the Greeks had called a Labrys.

Smiling, I reached out with the power of my mind and cleaned both the necklace and the pendent, before putting it on. The most important of all Baylon symbols, it was both a holy symbol for the goddesses of Life and Death and the two Artes Potentia, Magica and Mentalis, so only priestesses or members of one of the two Ordo's could wear them.

Even more important for me, it was a gift from my parents, given to me after I was accepted into Ordo Mentalis. It was also one of the only things I had left from them since the rest disappeared along with Baylon.

I hid the necklace under my shirt and slid my 'value pack' under the bed, where it was out of sight: There was no way, I could explain how I got that stuff.

That done, I sat down and used some time to continue the work I had started yesterday, by connecting the word in the languages I knew, with the corresponding words, objects, meanings, and concepts I had gotten from Alice the day before.

Since the world of today was clearly more complicated than the world I went to sleep in, it took more effort than I was used to and some of the concepts simply gave me a headache.

I stopped when the headache became too strong and then relaxed until it had gone away again, before I decided to do something else and walked out of the room.

I was on my way up the stairs, when I heard a door opened somewhere else in the house, followed by the sound of bare feet against stone.

The sound of another door opening, and another person walking reached my ear and a moment later, I heard Alice say "Hey." Followed by a voice I recognized as Rita's.

Out of curiosity, I silently walked to the end of the stairs, where I could hear what they were saying without being visible to them.

While I did understand some of the words, it quickly became obvious that I needed to do more work, before I could follow a conversation in English, so I opened the door and walked into the living room.

The two women were standing in the opening to the kitchen and the conversation stopped as soon as they saw me. Rita turned out to be almost as tall as Alice and despite having slightly bigger breasts, her body was the same alluring blend of curvy fitness.

Now that I wasn't as hazy as I had been the day before, I could see she was a bit younger than Alice.

"I see you found your clothes." Stated Alice in her slow Latin and smiled, as she looked me over.

"Some of it at least." I replied and bowed slightly to Rita. "Hello again."

She looked unsure of how to respond, but then said "Hey."

"Now I've seen you both standing up, I'm starting to wonder if I accidently stumbled into the house of tall beauties."

"Thank you." Said Rita, before she looked at Alice and switched to English "Oh, I like him a lot!"

"Down girl. " Alice replied in the same language and with a grin. "But he does have a lot of charm to go with the looks."

My statement to Rita had not been a joke or even a compliment. Being taller than most Baylon women were, they were easily among the tallest human women I've ever seen, and I had a feeling that it was more than chance they were here together.

"Are all your friends this tall?"

First Alice looked confused, but then she laughed and nodded. "More or less. We play ... eh..." She used an English word, "...volleyball for the Trojans."

I blinked in surprise a few times. Thanks to the knowledge from Alice, I knew what volleyball was, but how that fitted with Troy was beyond me. "What? Trojans?"

Rita chuckled and said in Latin, "It's the name of the team. We play for our university."

Still slightly confused I reached out with my mind and read Rita's thoughts and more importantly the meaning behind those thoughts.

The university she was talking about was called University of Southern California. Apparently, all their athletics teams had references to Troy, with the men being called Trojans and the women was referred to as the Women of Troy.

Another thing I picked up was that most of the players on the team were extraordinarily tall, with more than half of them being my height and at least three of them were taller. This however was not the norm for the world today.

Having gotten the answer, I gently started to withdraw, but at the same time, Rita and Alice started a debate about the connection about the height of the players on their team.

That caused Rita to look at Alice and her mind was suddenly filled with pictures of the two of them together. Most of those mind images were ordinary, but in an instant, they started to get extremely erotic.

It had to be a resent memory because it was in the living room of this house and it started innocently with her view of Alice, who walked towards me dressed in the same short kimono-like dress, I had seen her in earlier.

As always it was somewhat strange to see the world through another person's eyes and feel what they had felt, but needing knowledge, I dived into the memory anyway.

A shiver ran through me as Alice sent me a wicked smile and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her back softly and slipped my arm around her waist, groaning into her mouth as my hard nipples pressed into the soft material of her silken robe.

I just stood there with shaking legs, hugging Alice and enjoying the feeling as the orgasm slowly faded.

"Did it help your memory to find your things?" I suddenly heard Alice ask, causing me to snap out of Rita's memory with a speed that made me slightly dizzy.

Reading mind-images is exceedingly fast, but it had still taken some time and I needed to join the conversation, instead of just standing there, wallowing in Rita's memory of an orgasm.

"Not yet, but I hope it will come back soon." I said slowly, as I got my thoughts under control.

There was a thing we haven't talked about and I really needed to know. "Can I stay here for a few days? I will repay you as soon as I get the chance."

Alice hesitated. "I can't answer for all of us, but I will ask."

"Thank you."

"It's a yes from me." Said Rita and switched to English, as she whispered to Alice. "And if you don't take him to bed, I will."

Even with my newly acquired and very limited knowledge about the language the sentence was so simple, that I could understand it easily, but I kept my face under control. There was no need to reveal that I spoke the language just yet.

Alice smiled and elbowed the younger woman in the side. "Now go out and relax, so I can finish my writing."

"Yes, Mother."

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After that, Alice went back to writing, while Rita and I went outside to talk by the poolside, taking some ice water and fruit along with us.

Her Latin was even better than Alice's was and much to my delight, she spoke an old version of Greek, since she was studying ancient cultures as well as languages. She also explained that the reason Alice and her both spoke Latin, was that it was part of what they studied at the university.

Even though I expected to be able to talk English within a few days, this was good news as it made life a lot easier for me until then.

It was also unbelievable lucky, that after almost two thousand years of trance, I just happened to wake up when the nearby house was occupied by people that understood what I was saying.

Despite that, it had happened, and I sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Goddess of Luck for watching over me yet again, before turning my attention back towards Rita.

I asked her about the Trojans and Troy and the conservation drifted to the Iliad, (Homer's epic about the battle of Troy) and onto the other great work of Homer: The Odyssey. Both of which I had heard, read, and told many times and apparently, they had stood the test of time despite being wildly inaccurate at times.

Being a student of ancient cultures, Rita clearly enjoyed talking about it and I happily followed her lead, as she had a habit of putting dates on almost everything, which was extremely enlightening.

The problem for me was that people 'back then' didn't really count the years like they did now and if they did, they tended to use a local calendar, like 'the third year in the rein of King Whatever'.

That way made it hard to know when anything had happened, but in this new culture, they had made an effort in placing everything in their own calendar system and it became almost a game for me to discover the major dates in my life.

It was both fun and interesting and it wasn't until Alice came out from the kitchen, now dressed in a short skirt and a T-shirt and carrying a tray with food, that I realized that Rita and I had been talking for hours on end.

"Karen called and told me that she is taking the twins to..." She mentioned something that sounded like Bouganvilla and I guessed it was a restaurant,"... so we're eating alone today." Alice said with a smile, placed the tray on the table and sat down.

"Fine by me." Said Rita and handed me a plate topped with food. "I love your cooking."

"Thank you."

A few mouthfuls of food later, I had to agree with Rita. Though foreign to me, the food was delightful, and I emptied the plate while the two women switched to English and talked about their school, the team they were playing on and what Rita and I had been talking about all afternoon.

The blonde smiled and glanced over at me. "It seems like you two found some common interests."

Rita looked at Alice with a grin and continued in English. "Yeah, how often do you find a tall, well #some words I didn't understand# guy that have read both the Iliad and Odyssey and who speaks Latin and Classic Greek?"

"Rarely." Replied Alice in the same language. "And it makes me a bit uneasy. When something seems too good to be true, it usually is."

Rita snorted. "Get your head in the game, girl. Of course, it's too good to be true." She drank from her glass. "We leave in ten days and chances are that we'll never see him again after that... unless you plan on #some words I didn't understand# and smuggle him back to the states. Just enjoy it while you can."

Alice looked thoughtful and feeling the two women needed to talk, I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

I could feel them looking at me as I walked out and heard Rita ask. "How old do you think he is?"

"Around twenty-five I would guess." Answered Alice and chuckled. "Give or take five years... "

She said more, but I walked out of hearing range.

When I came back, the table had been cleared and pool area was not only lit by artificial lights, it was also more crowded than when I left. Zena and Cyra were back and along with them, another woman had arrived, most likely the woman named Karen from Rita's erotic memory.

Though not as tall as Alice and Rita, she was still taller than most women and moved with a natural grace that reminded me of a well-trained martial artist. Like the two other women, her body was that of a long-legged athlete, with the hint of muscle showing under light bronze skin that looked as smooth and soft as silk.

She was also beautiful, extremely sexy and one of the few slanted-eyed women I had ever seen that wore her lustrous black hair short.

Alice introduced her as Karen Chai and as the only one of the trio, that didn't speak Latin. We exchanged a few polite sentences with Alice as a translator before the twins dragged Karen away to play some game along with Rita and I used the pause to walk into the kitchen to get some water.

Taking a glass, I filled it with water and drank slowly, while I looked out of the window. The pool was clearly visible from where I stood, and I enjoyed the sight of the two bikini clad women, as they laughed and played with the twins.

The sound of a door opening made me glance over when Alice entered the kitchen.

For a few heartbeats, I was afraid she would get annoyed by seeing me admiring her friends, but instead she grinned when she saw me standing by the sink and walked over to me.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Yes. They are both very sexy." I said truthfully and offered her a glass of water. "No wonder you all share pleasure with each other."

Alice fumbled and almost dropped the glass. "What? Who said that?"

"No one." I said with a smile, while I cursed inside my head. I really needed to be more careful until I had a better idea about their social taboos, because I felt like I was stepping on them constantly. "It's in the way you look at and touch each other. It's sweet."

"What?"

"It's sweet." I repeated. "I mean, given the chance I certain wouldn't mind sleeping with anyone one of you, so why should you?"

Alice stood there in silence and looked at me. Then she shook her head. "You are very different from the men I am used to."

"I hope that is a good thing." I replied with a grin.

"Oh, it is." She said with feeling in her voice and dragged me in close for a quick kiss.

Suddenly I could hear a faint telepathic voice saying "< Mom is kissing that blonde guy! >"

It wasn't as clear as a telepathic conversation between two Baylons is, but it was there and since it was a child's mind-voice and they were speaking English, it could only belong to one of the twins.

A moment later I heard another, but similar voice say, "< Well, he is good looking >"

"< As long as he keeps removing the growing pain, I'm happy >"

There was a mental laughter and the voices disappeared again.

Curious, I reached out with my mind, searching for mental patterns of Cyra and Zena and found them without any problems. Judging from the energy patterns of their minds, the twins didn't have a drop of Baylon blood in them.

I was stunned. The ability to speak mentally was normally linked to Ars Mentalis and that was something only Baylons had, since it required the development of a special part of the brain known as the Centrum Potentia (Baylon: "Centre of Power), which is the source of both magical and mental power, collectively called Artes Potentia, and unique to Baylons.

While I had met humans with mental powers before, they had all been descendent from Baylon ancestors. To hear pure humans use Telepathy, was like seeing a dog fly and yet I had heard them.

I started to compare their mental patterns with other humans and found connections that weren't normally there. In fact, those connections somewhat mimicked that of the Centrum Potentia, if to a lesser degree.

Unfortunately, that also meant that there was a good chance, that the slimy sending I had caught the other night was real and not something I had imagined.

A slight dizziness came over me and I had to remind myself, that I was still weak as a child. One day wasn't enough to get over two thousand years of meditation.

"Something wrong?" Asked Alice. "You look thoughtful."

"Just trying to piece things together." I said and drank some more water. "I think I need to go to bed early."

"I think you need a bit more than that." The blonde said slowly and lowered her voice, before saying. "I don't know what, but there's something about you, that makes me extremely ... lustful." She sighed. "Unfortunately, we will need to wait until we're alone again."

Moving to the side, so we couldn't be seen from the outside, I drew her closer and kissed the side of her neck.

Alice trembled slightly, causing strands of blond hair to tickle my nose, but the sound of the door opening made her take a few steps back to the kitchen table.

She had barely taken her glass of water when Rita stepped into the kitchen. As soon as she saw us standing close together, she stopped "Oh... I hope I am not interrupting anything."

"No, no," Said Alice.

I smiled and shook my head as well. "I need to go to bed early and was getting some water."

Taking the glass of water from the table, I walked past Rita and into the living room.

Behind me, I could hear the brown girl mumble in English. "God, he has a hot body."

"Behave!" said Alice in the same language and with a chuckle.

"Why? We're on vacation."

They continued to talk, but their voices faded when I walked down that stairs and they were completely gone even before I closed the door behind me.

Thoughts whirled in my head as I undressed and lay down on the bed.

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There was a real possibility that it was the children's mind talk, which had woken me from the slumber, instead of the sound of falling rocks, and I pondered that for a while until the sheer lack of information made me push the thought away.

I needed to know more about the world and the language, before I did or said something stupid, so I activated the Ars Mentalis trick again and continued my work from the night before, connecting the words I knew, with the corresponding words, objects, meanings and concepts I had gotten from Alice.

When I had done as much as I could, I started to think about the information Rita had given me.

My sister and I were born in Egypt the year Ramses the Great celebrated his 33rd year on the throne. To be more precise, according to my mother, I was born during a solar eclipse at the winter solstice, which made it rather easy to remember my birthday. People have been using a lot of different calendars over the years, but winter solstice didn't change.

Converting to the calendar the Americans used took a bit of calculation, but after I got used to the fact that they named everything before their year 1 as BCE, it became a lot easier.

Rita had said that Ramses the Great became Pharaoh in 1279 BCE, which meant I was born in 1246 BCE and that Baylon had disappeared in 1210 BCE, since I had been 36 when it happened.

For most humans, that was middle-aged, but Baylons usually lived around 300 years, and many were able to extend their life using Ars Magica or Ars Mentalis, so I had been a young man when my life had been turned upside down and inside out.

A stray thought made me chuckle softly. I wondered what how Rita would react, if she knew that not only had I visited Troy while it was still standing, but I had also met Ramses the Great.

Shaking my head, I smiled at the ceiling as I lay down to sleep. Of all the people, I had met in the hundreds of years, I had wandered the world, only a few had discovered that I didn't age, and I didn't see any reason to change that.