Ryan stepped back into his own time. The meeting with Circe had gone better than he had ever hoped. He was the same as when he had stepped back into history, yet he knew all too well the two years he had spent with Circe. There he had dicussed many topics but in the end she insisted he drink a toast to their mutual worth.
Circe had agreed to talk with Ryan and promise him a safe return to his time. In return Ryan was to spend two years tending the safety of her great house. The security guard which Circe had in mind was a large male African Lion.
As the drink for mutual benefit passed his lips the transformation was quick and complete. The boy became a full mature male Lion and as his mental ability degraded to her loving pet he prowled the mansion for two years.
Now he stepped back to his own time with complete memories of his two years as Circe's guard. This for most people would be enough but not for Ryan. It would have been a serious twist of fate if he had to stay a Lion or even returned in that form.
Standing before the time traveler he dropped his pants just to be sure that he didn't have sex organs of a Lion. Delighted he turned to the Traveler.
"Traveler, can I meet a female demon from Satan's harem?"
The Traveler's blue light changed to green and then yellow.
"Look into the waves of heat pouring from the furnace of Hell. Step into another dimension as a demoness named Azora longs for her time with you. Be prepared as she will tempt your soul, mind, and body. Beware she has greater power than Circe!"
Ryan was now a little unsure that this was a good idea or even should be an idea at all. Just then the yellow light changed to a deep red and Ryan took a step backwards. The mist parted and stepping thru was a smiling black form of a perfectly sexy woman.
"I am Azora, Princess of my Master's harem and keeper of the Orb of Powers!" she said clear and loud.
Azora walked around Ryan as he stood very still, wondering if he was soon to become a french frie. The Demoness reached out and her touch was one of that brought sensual thrill and horror.
Azora asked to go somewhere to bathe and put on her best face. Ryan pointed to the stairs and she smiled, taking his hand they walked together.
"Azora, I want to ask you some questions about Demons and Hell itself?" asked Ryan.
She smiled and said nothing till standing upstairs in the Ball room, Azora pointed to the fountain in the garden. Pointing at the tall french glass doors they opened without a touch. Walking straight to the still operating fountain she jumped in the cool waters.
A thick cloud of steam rouse into the air, as if some blacksmith had dropped a piece of white hot steel into a tub of water. Sitting in the water she lavished the cool clean water over her form.
Azora beconed Ryan to join her in the first true bath in a hundred centuries. Instead Ryan sat on the fountain's rim and began to ask his questions.