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Summoned by Venus: A Primeval Harem Fantasy, page 1
Jack Pinkhunter
Summoned by Venus
Copyright © 2023 by Jack Pinkhunter
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Afterword
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Chapter 1
Walking across the winding dunes of sand, I stopped for a moment to shield my eyes. With the exception of a couple of mountains and sandstones, the landscape of sand and cacti extended as far as the eye could see. There wasn’t much else to smell except for the arid air and my own sweat and body odor.
I was in the middle of the Sahara Desert at a national park called Tassili n’ajjer, which was famous for its prehistoric cave art. At twenty-six years old, I stood by myself. I preferred to travel solo, especially to national parks. I couldn’t give a damn about cities, alcohol or cars. I’d always been drawn to nature, animals and life outdoors, and nothing would ever change that, even if it meant spending time alone.
Because of my earlier decisions, to drop out and take my own path in life, I had become a bit of an outlier. I didn’t mind, since I’d never believed that following the herd would lead to a gratifying and fulfilling life. I felt proud of my own decisions. Even though my journey so far had been riddled with challenges: the death of my ex-girlfriend, my parents abandoning me and my so-called friends being so embarrassed because I was a dropout, they all ditched me.
But it didn’t bother me that much. During my time traveling solo, I had met so many natives across the world and learned so much about life; it was an enriching experience which couldn’t be replaced with anything else. Although I knew I was still seeking someone: a lover I could share my experiences and settle down with, but unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten close to finding someone yet.
I walked down the dune, letting the warm, howling winds blow through my dark blonde hair. Standing at six feet two, I was physically fit and in good shape. I worked part-time as a guide at Dunbar Cave State Park and spent the rest of my time traveling whenever I could. It wasn’t a prestigious, high-status profession, but it didn’t matter. I was myself and that mattered the most to me.
I reached the entrance of the cave, stopped and gazed around in awe. First, I noticed the depiction of a godlike man with horns and massive bicep peaks. There were shorter men or women on their knees begging or praying to him. Time just flew by as I stood there and stared, studying every detail of the cave art.
I came across another where women were dancing, men hunting and scenes of battles with bows and arrows. My jaw dropped. Whenever I came across wonders like these, I always felt icy shivers down my spine. It was magical in every way possible.
I had decided to travel here after experiencing a dream where a voluptuous, nude woman beckoned me with her finger. Suddenly, I found myself in the middle of the desert and she led me to these caves. When I woke up, I recognized and remembered the caves from a documentary I’d seen. I took it as a sign and booked plane tickets immediately.
I heard the slow slap of sandals on the rock, making me jump. “Tourist?” he asked in French. I whirled around and saw a native dressed in a blue robe and a matching turban like headgear.
“Yes,” I answered. I had studied some French before coming here since I’d heard their English wasn’t the best.
“Ah, so you’re from America?” he switched to English, speaking it perfectly. He unwrapped the blue mouth-veil and revealed his friendly smile.
I nodded, glad as usual whenever having someone to talk with, especially a native. “Correct … You have the best English in this country.”
He chuckled. “More and more learn these days,” he said. “But I used to work as a tourist guide, so I had an incentive to learn it.”
“Interesting, I have a similar job as you.”
“But you stand here alone,” he pointed out and cocked his head.
“I mostly travel solo.”
“You are unique,” he said and gained an admiration for me. “I don’t see many traveling solo, especially to remote places like these.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d been called unique. “I don’t know many people out there like myself. So it’s either travel solo or be a couch potato.”
“They are too busy with their phones and internet, eh?”
“Exactly,” I said and we exchanged grins. “You must know a lot about this cave by the way.”
“I do,” he said and nodded. “I know all the well-known things, but also the less well-known things.”
He caught my attention already. “Mind explaining what is less well-known?”
He turned to the art on the wall and jerked his head at it. “Some of us believe that these paintings are alive,” he started. “And there’s a possibility the paintings can pull you into a parallel world of some sort.”
I blinked, and my eyes flickered from the painting to the man … He was dead serious. “Do you mind explaining?”
“The painting or the cave art is very mysterious. If you are a true believer and a chosen one, apparently, you can be pulled into another world. Personally, I’ve never seen this myself, but these are myths passed down from generation to generation.”
“Huh,” I said and his words sent shivers up and down my spine. “I’ve never heard of anything like that. But these caves get a lot of visitors every year. Some of them should’ve noticed something.”
“They do get a lot of visitors,” he said and nodded. “My explanation is that most of the visitors live out of touch with nature, and the rising atheism has made them non-believers. My grandfather told me that a goddess could guide you here through dreams, if you were the chosen one. He was a great story teller, indeed.”
I guarded my tongue since I’d dreamed of being summoned here. I was a believer myself. I believed in myself and also kept seeking, knowing there was more to life than what the average Joe was living like. But what he was telling me right now … I wasn’t sure.
Someone was shouting for him outside, and he shouted back. “I’m really sorry, I have to go back to my family,” he excused himself.
“It’s okay,” I said, startled by what he’d just told me.
“Take care of yourself,” he said and kindly dipped his head.
“Thanks,” I said. “You too.”
He sauntered out, back to whomever was shouting for him.
I didn’t know for how long I stood there, but I had to remind myself that I couldn’t stand here for the rest of the day. I wrapped the mouth-veil around my mouth. As I was about to drag my eyes off the painting, I suddenly heard these whispers and syllables coming from the walls. I suddenly stiffened and wondered whether I was hallucinating or not. I turned abruptly around and studied the art, but then the voices died down, as if they hadn’t been there in the first place.
I moved away from the sandstones and onward across the crumbling rocks till I reached my tent. I sat down on my haunches and massaged my temples. I couldn’t stop thinking of what that man had just told me and at the same time the voices I’d just heard.
I opened a water bottle and splashed some on my face. There wasn’t much left of this day, and I decided to climb up a sandstone to get my mind on something else.
Climbing up to the top, I was dazzled by the sun’s final display of the day and the way the wispy clouds hung in the sky and reflected the golden, crimson light.
I’d never seen a sunset like it, and there wasn’t a single sound bothering me, just the light breeze sweeping silently through the desert. It brought me peace, which I truly needed.
I returned back to my tent and pushed the food aside. I decided to go to sleep instead since I had no appetite. I had always felt that I didn’t belong here, and if there w
Again, nature calmed my mind and I crawled back into my tent to get some rest.
Being exposed to nothing else than nature, I slept well and deeply. I descended into a strange dream about me running around pure, untouched land. I crossed sweeping valleys, swam in sparkling rivers, ate the freshest berries and inhaled the cleanest air. I had a quiver on my back and a spear and bow in my hand. I wasn’t accompanied by a gang of hunters but a gang of women. I looked around and pointed at a mega buffalo. I talked with the women in some archaic language, and we charged toward it. We threw our spears and brought it down.
I went on my knees, picked it up and lifted it over my head, earning admiring glances from all of my women. I carried the massive thing with me to our camp, making sure no one was in my way as I dumped it onto the ground. We helped each other skinning the animal, separating the meat from the bones and cooking it over the open flames.
I looked at my own hands and arms and flicked my eyes to my primitive women, who looked healthier, sexier and curvier than any other women I’d seen in my life. It was a paradise, and the dream I’d been chasing for all of my life.
I snapped awake and was greeted by the sight of my erection tenting my sheets. I sat up and sighed, pulling my knees to my chest. What if … It was a question I would never get an answer to if I didn’t go there. One part of my brain said it was ludicrous, the other clung to it and wanted it to be true. I knew why. It was because I didn’t even want to live in this world to begin with. I did everything I could to escape modern society. A chosen one, his voice echoed in my head.
I knew it would be difficult to sleep after such a dream anyway. I made up my mind and decided to go have a look.
Rising silently and getting dressed, I cast a glance in the direction of the caves.
Carefully entering the cave where I had heard the voices, I looked around the walls and the artwork I had seen earlier. I had to peer since the only light available was the stars and moon. I carefully approached the battle scene, sweeping my eyes over the artwork. It didn’t take long till I heard the voices again, but this time I didn’t only hear the voices, the artwork flashed alive. Baffled, I took a step back, my face a mixture of fear and wonder. A man ran with a spear in his hand, hunting an animal, killing it and bringing it back to the camp. I saw so many women, and wondered where the rest of the men were. The fear faded from my face, and I took a step forward, studying it even further and watched as they started dancing. I got so drawn into it. It was the life I’d dreamed about for so long after all. I extended my hand to the scene unfolding in front of my young eyes, believing I could escape. A voluptuous woman strode toward me and reached out her hand to take mine.
“Is this actually happening?” I asked myself.
“Yes, you are the chosen one.” And upon feeling her warm touch, she yanked me into the cave art, so quickly I didn’t even have time to say a word.
Chapter 2
Opening my eyes, I found myself in the middle of a meadow in a hazy dream state. I wasn’t sure whether I was dreaming or not, but a woman suddenly appeared in front of me and strode toward me. When I noticed her flawless beauty, my jaw dropped, and my eyes strayed to her perfect, nude boobs and the curviest and fertile hips I’d ever seen. She glowed with health, beauty and fertility, but most importantly, I recognized her. I’d seen her in my dream. She was the reason why I’d traveled here in the first place, and she was the one who had extended her hand to me.
She turned her back on me, flashing her full moon and strode away, making sure to sway her hips on her way. I followed her and caught up with her, desperate to do anything to please her. “So you’ve come, Kyle,” she said with the sweetest voice a woman could have.
I was about to say something, but I couldn’t figure out what. I was speechless.
She threw a sideways glance at me and halted, pointing at the beautiful meadow. “What do you think?”
“You are gorgeous.”
“Not exactly what I meant, but it’s okay.” She covered her mouth and tittered. Two colorful butterflies landed right on her nipples and covered them. “You don’t seem to fit in where you were born.”
“You’re right.”
“I don’t blame you … One of my daughters is terribly ill, but the other is healthy.” She drew in a deep breath. “They grew up side by side, but one changed and became so perverted while the other one thrived, but even my healthy daughter has some issues now and then.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I said and wasn’t sure why she was telling me this.
“You want to leave my sick daughter, correct?”
“Leave your daughter?” I questioned and looked at her blankly.
“Your world,” she said, trying to sound less cryptic.
“I do,” I said and watched her closer, wondering why she referred to Earth as her daughter.
“I have chosen you, so I can fulfill your wish … if you’ll take care of my healthy daughter’s women.”
“I …” Found it difficult to speak. So many questions flooded my mind that I wasn’t sure which one to pick. But she waited patiently and sympathetically. “What about your sick daughter?”
“You don’t have to worry about my sick daughter,” she said wistfully. “I’m afraid she’s a lost cause.”
“I don’t understand,” I said and tried to decipher the cryptic message.
“You’ll soon.”
“What kind of women?” I asked.
“The women are feminine, beautiful and loyal … but every tree has its bad apples. I only ask for you to protect those who’ll be loyal to you.”
She made the choice much easier. “Alright,” I said and wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into.
“I will equip you with some skills, a weapon and an ability which will help you, but you’ll have to discover the way of life by yourself … only then will you thrive.”
I didn’t have a clue what she was referring to when mentioning ability and skill, but it didn’t matter if she’d bring me somewhere else than the world I lived in. “I’m ready.”
“Sweet dreams,” she said, leaned forward and pressed her lips right onto mine. The touch of her lips against mine was so powerful it knocked me out.
I was thrown out on a patch of grass, landing on all fours. Clutching my chest, I breathed rapidly and pressed a hand to my forehead. I felt dizzy for a second, which quickly faded, leaving me alone and confused. Finally, I raised my gaze and looked around. I was no longer in that hazy dream state, but what I had in front of me shocked me nevertheless.
“Where the hell am I?” I asked myself and noticed the thick, emerald grass, and the rising hills and numerous streams. I rubbed my eyes and opened them up again, and my jaw dropped as I drank in the beauty of this land. It looked pure, untouched and clean. I couldn’t see any smog in the sky nor hear the sounds of engines. Could it … be?
I shook my head and tried pinching myself to see if I were dreaming. I started regaining my memory, and my heart rate eased. I had visited the cave art during the night and I got pulled right into it. A woman had taken me to this dreamy intermediate place and kissed me. It was real. I wasn’t dreaming, but it was so much different than the world I was accustomed to. The air was so much cleaner. The trees were so much fuller and thicker, green leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, breathing out oxygen. I lowered my gaze to the dark brown soil and stiffened when I realized I was dressed in a loincloth made out of animal skin. Not far from my feet lay a spear. Intrigued, I made my way to it and reached for the end. When I picked it up, I expected it to weigh a little, but it felt as light as a leaf. I watched the spearhead, which was attached with the help of sinew.
Lowering my spear, I looked around and was clueless about where to start. I knew I just couldn’t stand here all by myself, and I just hoped I wouldn’t be as alone here as I had been on Earth, or whether this was Earth or not. It certainly looked like a younger and cleaner Earth.
