Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 1 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Reconciliation ~
Timeline: The Same Night
“Ever since that night we've been together. Lovers at first sight, in love forever. It turned out so right, for strangers in the night." “Strangers in the Night’ by Frank Sinatra
Liz polled over in bed, stretching her arms out she felt the coolness of the sheet and smelled his cologne on the pillows but felt no warm body. Opening her eyes, as they adjusted to the darkened room, Liz could see the balcony doors opened but no Max in the bed. Max sensed that Liz had awaken and walked in from outside.
"Hey there,“ Liz’s ears absorbed the sound of his deep voice, "I'm still here, I was jus getting some fresh air.”
Max slide into the bed and slowly brought his hand up to caress her face, feeling no resistance he touched and stroked her cheek lovingly. It had been such a long time since they had any type of intimate contact; Max’s heart did a double skip wondering if tonight they could mend the fences.
Liz opened her eyes; the tears of sorrow for the last few months blurred her sight. Reaching out her hand, she touched his jaw, smooth and soft from a recent shave. Her fingers moved to his hair, still damp from a late night cold shower.
Bending down, Max covers her lips with his their kiss sparkled; causing light stars to appear upon Liz’s closed eyelids.
It was a kiss of lovers, who had been separated through different and unfair circumstance: a kiss that quickly began to burn into one of desperation, passion, fire, and desire.
"Let me make love to you." Max voice is just barely audible, as his lips capture Liz’s once again. "My body hungers for you, and craves the taste of your skin,” he whispered in a deep penetrating voice.
Liz moaned her acceptance, as she closed her eyes, as Max’s mouth, slowly makes its way down her neck, humming against her skin, the vibrations bringing sighs from deep inside her.
Max hovers over Liz, and with the faintest of kisses, as he covered her shoulders, she could feel the hot breath upon her skin. He made a trail down her arms and back again before he slowly inched his way down to the warmth over of her breast.
Liz’s nipples stirred as she arched her back slightly, wanting only to feel his lips upon them. Max denied her pleasure as he traveled to her other breast teasing it also unmercifully, barley touching yet not touching.
The bed shifts as Max continues his slow torture of Liz’s body, covering inch of her sin and back up again as she felt his hot breath again next to her breast. Liz is on fire wanting him to touch her, to suckle her, to nip at her flesh. Suddenly she felt a cool tongue, flicking across my left nipple. "Oh yes," she hissed, as the fire cools slightly.
Max is entranced with the feel and weight of Liz’s breasts, like two porcelain globes that tingle upon his touch. "You have beautiful breasts," whispers ax as Liz smiles. Max growls with pleasure as he sides his mouth along her breast covering it, moistening it. Holding her breast, he sucks gently on the protruding nipple, while his teeth nip at the exposed flesh. Liz feels her nipple hardening, rising, aching for his mouth.
Her back arched as he drew the rosy bud deeper into his mouth, gently roiling it with his tongue. Liz curls her fingers into his hard pressing him further to her breast. It had been so long and her body was yearning. Liz stroked his hair, running his fingers through the full richness of it.
She felt her skin heating up, as his tongue moved down across her stomach, sliding over the trembling flesh, as he tasted it, circling the belly button as he used to tongue to gently lap at the center.
Max then moved on over to the other breast, as the nipple is teased, licked, pleasured as he had already done to its twin. The cool air of the Reno’s night hit Liz’s breast as Max released if from his mouth.
He sought out her lips in a hot sexual kiss as his thumb ran over her harden peak. Their tongues danced as he slid his hand slyly downward to her stomach where she could feel the warmth of his palms moving against the taunt skin, warming it as he visited for only a few seconds.
His hands then went further, as his lips also trailed downwards along her hip stopping at her inner thigh. There he massaged and kneaded the muscle as he relaxed her legs, opening them, as his knees settled in-between. His finger skims lightly over her heat, brushing past the soft hairs. She then felt the warmth of his palm pressed against her mound, exciting it, as shivers went up and down her spine.
Liz then felt fingers, shivering along her wetness, he gracefully slide his tongue along her collarbone as he slide his fingers along the outer edge, driving her mad with desire.
“Please Max,” begged Liz, turning her head to the left, as she bit her lips in anticipation. Max slide one finger in, "Oh, yes," she whispered as a soft moan escaped from his lips.
Soon other fingers were added as he began an ancient tempo. Max loved to tease and taunt Liz, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy and then backing off. The he pulled out al together as he rose up above Liz, his arousal evident as he pushed into her.
Liz’s mind is in a rush; flashes come and go so fast she cannot comprehend them. All she knows is that she loves Max and wants him. She wants him forever, to be with her forever. She knows his body, hid heart, his soul, and his needs. She feels him everywhere she is.
Max picked up the tempo, the passage is slick and his need is great.
"Oh my god!" Max whispered as he swallowed a breath; his mind and thoughts are all focused on completing this one action.
With each thrust his own body cried out for more, he could feel her walls as they begin to tightening, urging him to expel more energy as he speeds up. He can feel the end coming as his balls fills and begin to tighten. Liz felt Max swell even larger in size as her own orgasm hit, clamping her walls down around him.
Collapsing onto the bed, Liz arched her back as the waves of orgasm hit. She began thrashing her head back and forth as each muscle tensed, holding, waiting then “Yes” she scream as her muscle relaxed leaving her fell like a pool of runny jello. Max followed her over the edge as he collapsed onto her , holding his weight with his forearms. Then slowly he slide out as he drifted off with her in his arms.
~ The fracture widened ~
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 2 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Chocolate ~
Timeline: The Same Night
“Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you. Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips.” "Do I Do” by Stevie Wonder
“Hey are you still awake?” asked Michael as he came into the room, seeing the TV on.
“Yeah,” yawned Maria. “Liz left a couple of hours ago. Where have you been?”
“Took Kyle for a walk,” Michael shrugged. “He needed some physical activity to work off some excess energy.”
“Energy huh,” Maria stretched up in bed like a cat, “You wouldn’t be in the need of some physical activity, would you?”
Michael’s eyebrow shot up as he smirked, “Well that depends on the physical activity.”
“Oh I was thinking along of the lines of push ups,” said Maria coyly as she crawled across the bed on her knees.
“Push ups?” Michael frowned. “That is more like a Kyle jock move,” he then winked and smirked. Michael then noticed a box of candy on the edge of the bed and some tissues. “I see you girls were watching another romance movie.”
“Of course! It was wonderful tale about a Princess and her knight.” Maria licked her lips as she popped a chocolate into her mouth. “Could be a true story?”
“Sounds like make-believe to me.” Michael scoffed, “Hey is there any Tabasco sauce.”
“Sorry Space boy you forgot to buy some.”
“Oh well are there any dark chocolate with mint?” Michael asked as he reached for the box.
“Yup one left,” as Maria snatched up the mint. “Do you want it?”
“Yeah thanks,” Michael reached for it when all of the sudden Maria took the mint and slid it between her legs and up into her core.
Michael just stood there with his mouth wide opened. “Holy fuck!”
“You want the chocolate come and get it?” Maria beckoned with her finger as she laid down, hoping the chocolate would not melt all over the sheets.
Michael jumped on to the bed, as he carefully parted her legs lifting her ass up as she placed her legs on his shoulders. “Damn I never knew chocolate could look so good.” Bending his head down, Michael took his tongue and slid it extensively over her outer lips, lapping up the melted chocolate mint. He started to lick her pussy intensely as his tongue nibbled on her stiffened clit, sucking all of the chocolate into his mouth along with her own scent. “Damn I never knew chocolate could taste so good either,” he said as he licked his lips.
Michael shoved his tongue in her as deep as he could while gently sliding one finger over her clit again; she bucked into his face as he did it again this time with his thumb as two fingers made their way inside of her, soon another one followed. That drove her over the edge as she arched her back, “Oh God Michael.”
“Like it?” he smiled as he again plunged his tongue in deep.
“Yesss,” she screamed as he continued to suck and fuck her with his hand and mouth.
She came hard as her walls held fast onto his fingers. Slowly after a few moments, she let go, taking her legs down off his shoulders. They felt like jelly.
Maria then realized he was still dressed. Taking her legs down she sat up and began to unbutton his shirt taking it off.
“Lay back Michael,” as she grabbed his belt and pulled it off along with his pants and shorts. He was hard, so ready for her. She stroked his cock, savoring in the feel of it as she sent shivers up and down his spine. “Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“After all that chocolate I need a little exercise. So I thought I would go for a ride.” With that, Maria straddled him, moaning, she slid slowly down onto his cock. “Mm… yess….” She then ground on his cock as hard as she could before she started up and down, faster and faster.
“Fuck yes, Maria. That’s it put my cock in. Oh shit! Fuck it!”
Leaning a little forward, Michael was able to palm her breasts; he twisted and pinched her nipples, they were hard as stone.
“Ohhhhh, Michael. That’s it.”
He could feel every inch of his cock being squeezed by her tight vagina each time he pinched her.
“Harder. Fuck me harder Maria. Fuck yes. Don’t stop.” Removing his hands from her breasts, he placed his hands around her waist and started to lift her up and down, crashing her onto his cock a little harder each time.
She bounced as hard and as fast as she could on his cock as the bed bounced with the force of their fuck. “I’m getting closer,” Maria stuttered out as he began to tremble.
“Fuck yeah. Come all over my cock baby.” He moved one hand onto her clit where he started to rub and flick it ever so gently with his fingers. He felt her as she tightened; her hips pushed down hard grinding themselves on his cock.
“Ohhh god, Michael”
He felt her juices run down his balls. Her walls were tightening; she was on the edge. Not being able to hold it in any more, his cock erupted deep inside her.
Spent, Maria fell to the side of Michael, breathing hard, her round firm ass was facing him as he harden again just thinking. Putting his thoughts into action, Michael turned Maria onto her hands and knees, leaning in his kissed her ass, right on the very hole itself as he licked his way around it. Then he let his tongue slide down the crack and under into her pussy where he lapped at her clitoris, causing Maria to buck. Slowly he withdrew his tongue and found its way back to the little rosebud, where he drew a ring around it; suddenly he pushed his tongue in elating a surprised yelped from Maria. Withdrawing he continued upwards; along the crack to her lower back.
“That tickles.”
“Does this?” Michael asked as he slid his harden cock into her core and began to slowly push in and out. Michael spread her ass apart as he watched his cock in slow motion. He was fascinated how her small body could take his cock, it was not small by no means.
It was torture as she felt every inch of him move in and out, Maria threw her ass backwards trying to impale Michael deeper and faster into her.
Michael softly smacked her butt, as he whispered in her ear, “Tell me you like my cock fucking you.”
“I like it… Fuck me faster.” She slammed her hips back.
That was all it took for Michael, faster and faster, he sped up as he fucked her. Maria was like a wild cat, as she growled and arched her back trying to kget in deeper.
Maria moaned loudly, as Michael slammed into her harder and harder. Reaching around Michael found her clit again and began to stoke it in a fast and hurried pace. He was ready to come, when her walls grabbed his cock like a vice causing him to explode as she milked him for all his semen.
“Fuck!!!!!!” Michael screamed into the night.
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Max shot up in bed
“Honey what is it?”
“I could have sworn I heard Michael scream,” Max listened for a few minutes. “Must have been a dream,” as he snuggled back down to a very naked Liz.
~ The fracture deepened ~
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 2 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Chocolate ~
Timeline: The Same Night
“Yes I got some honey suckle chocolate dripping kisses full of love for you. Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips.” "Do I Do” by Stevie Wonder
“Hey are you still awake?” asked Michael as he came into the room, seeing the TV on.
“Yeah,” yawned Maria. “Liz left a couple of hours ago. Where have you been?”
“Took Kyle for a walk,” Michael shrugged. “He needed some physical activity to work off some excess energy.”
“Energy huh,” Maria stretched up in bed like a cat, “You wouldn’t be in the need of some physical activity, would you?”
Michael’s eyebrow shot up as he smirked, “Well that depends on the physical activity.”
“Oh I was thinking along of the lines of push ups,” said Maria coyly as she crawled across the bed on her knees.
“Push ups?” Michael frowned. “That is more like a Kyle jock move,” he then winked and smirked. Michael then noticed a box of candy on the edge of the bed and some tissues. “I see you girls were watching another romance movie.”
“Of course! It was wonderful tale about a Princess and her knight.” Maria licked her lips as she popped a chocolate into her mouth. “Could be a true story?”
“Sounds like make-believe to me.” Michael scoffed, “Hey is there any Tabasco sauce.”
“Sorry Space boy you forgot to buy some.”
“Oh well are there any dark chocolate with mint?” Michael asked as he reached for the box.
“Yup one left,” as Maria snatched up the mint. “Do you want it?”
“Yeah thanks,” Michael reached for it when all of the sudden Maria took the mint and slid it between her legs and up into her core.
Michael just stood there with his mouth wide opened. “Holy fuck!”
“You want the chocolate come and get it?” Maria beckoned with her finger as she laid down, hoping the chocolate would not melt all over the sheets.
Michael jumped on to the bed, as he carefully parted her legs lifting her ass up as she placed her legs on his shoulders. “Damn I never knew chocolate could look so good.” Bending his head down, Michael took his tongue and slid it extensively over her outer lips, lapping up the melted chocolate mint. He started to lick her pussy intensely as his tongue nibbled on her stiffened clit, sucking all of the chocolate into his mouth along with her own scent. “Damn I never knew chocolate could taste so good either,” he said as he licked his lips.
Michael shoved his tongue in her as deep as he could while gently sliding one finger over her clit again; she bucked into his face as he did it again this time with his thumb as two fingers made their way inside of her, soon another one followed. That drove her over the edge as she arched her back, “Oh God Michael.”
“Like it?” he smiled as he again plunged his tongue in deep.
“Yesss,” she screamed as he continued to suck and fuck her with his hand and mouth.
She came hard as her walls held fast onto his fingers. Slowly after a few moments, she let go, taking her legs down off his shoulders. They felt like jelly.
Maria then realized he was still dressed. Taking her legs down she sat up and began to unbutton his shirt taking it off.
“Lay back Michael,” as she grabbed his belt and pulled it off along with his pants and shorts. He was hard, so ready for her. She stroked his cock, savoring in the feel of it as she sent shivers up and down his spine. “Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“After all that chocolate I need a little exercise. So I thought I would go for a ride.” With that, Maria straddled him, moaning, she slid slowly down onto his cock. “Mm… yess….” She then ground on his cock as hard as she could before she started up and down, faster and faster.
“Fuck yes, Maria. That’s it put my cock in. Oh shit! Fuck it!”
Leaning a little forward, Michael was able to palm her breasts; he twisted and pinched her nipples, they were hard as stone.
“Ohhhhh, Michael. That’s it.”
He could feel every inch of his cock being squeezed by her tight vagina each time he pinched her.
“Harder. Fuck me harder Maria. Fuck yes. Don’t stop.” Removing his hands from her breasts, he placed his hands around her waist and started to lift her up and down, crashing her onto his cock a little harder each time.
She bounced as hard and as fast as she could on his cock as the bed bounced with the force of their fuck. “I’m getting closer,” Maria stuttered out as he began to tremble.
“Fuck yeah. Come all over my cock baby.” He moved one hand onto her clit where he started to rub and flick it ever so gently with his fingers. He felt her as she tightened; her hips pushed down hard grinding themselves on his cock.
“Ohhh god, Michael”
He felt her juices run down his balls. Her walls were tightening; she was on the edge. Not being able to hold it in any more, his cock erupted deep inside her.
Spent, Maria fell to the side of Michael, breathing hard, her round firm ass was facing him as he harden again just thinking. Putting his thoughts into action, Michael turned Maria onto her hands and knees, leaning in his kissed her ass, right on the very hole itself as he licked his way around it. Then he let his tongue slide down the crack and under into her pussy where he lapped at her clitoris, causing Maria to buck. Slowly he withdrew his tongue and found its way back to the little rosebud, where he drew a ring around it; suddenly he pushed his tongue in elating a surprised yelped from Maria. Withdrawing he continued upwards; along the crack to her lower back.
“That tickles.”
“Does this?” Michael asked as he slid his harden cock into her core and began to slowly push in and out. Michael spread her ass apart as he watched his cock in slow motion. He was fascinated how her small body could take his cock, it was not small by no means.
It was torture as she felt every inch of him move in and out, Maria threw her ass backwards trying to impale Michael deeper and faster into her.
Michael softly smacked her butt, as he whispered in her ear, “Tell me you like my cock fucking you.”
“I like it… Fuck me faster.” She slammed her hips back.
That was all it took for Michael, faster and faster, he sped up as he fucked her. Maria was like a wild cat, as she growled and arched her back trying to kget in deeper.
Maria moaned loudly, as Michael slammed into her harder and harder. Reaching around Michael found her clit again and began to stoke it in a fast and hurried pace. He was ready to come, when her walls grabbed his cock like a vice causing him to explode as she milked him for all his semen.
“Fuck!!!!!!” Michael screamed into the night.
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Max shot up in bed
“Honey what is it?”
“I could have sworn I heard Michael scream,” Max listened for a few minutes. “Must have been a dream,” as he snuggled back down to a very naked Liz.
~ The fracture deepened ~
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 3 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Wild on the Bike ~
Timeline: Five days later
“I like smoke and lightning, heavy metal thunder, racin' with the wind, and the feelin' that I'm under” “Born to be Wild” by Steppenwolf
The next five days the gang spent, mostly by themselves, well at least Max and Liz did, as Max extended Michael’s honeymoon into a second honeymoon for him and Liz.
Isabel and Maria went shopping together where the spent the money Kyle and Michael made on the gambling floors in the various casinos. Michael decided it was better to win a little here and there than all in one place. He mastered the ability to make the 3 bars or cherries come up on the dollar slots and was able by thought alone to change the cards at blackjack. Poor Kyle thought his rabbit foot was working overtime, and Michael just kept on letting him think that.
Vilandra and Rath had a couple more rendezvous’ and one near miss when they almost got caught.
Michael had a long talk with Maria, one night before they went to bed. He apologized for forcing into a decision on getting married; it probably wasn’t what she had envisioned. But that he was so worried, she would leave. Even though she assured him she never leave, Michael knew he was evil deep down and when Maria discovered his feelings and sexual contact with Isabel via Rath he knew he would be a eunuch and she would leave him.
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The bike was already purring when she swung her legs up and over the wide black seat; she could feel the powerful vibrating motor course between her thighs. Finding the footrests, she balanced herself, ready for the ride ahead. Isabel wrapped her arms about Michael’s waist, her knees snug against him, as they sped up the coast highway. Her touch was enticing on his back as she held him; Michael tried to shove off those thoughts and concentrated on the road. The scenery was breathtaking, lush forests to one side, steep ocean cliffs to the other. The morning fog had yet to burn off, the feeling was surreal, a fantasy in their made up lives.
Michael’s mind drifted back to Reno, just a few days ago and how he woke up in bed with Isabel. That encounter, whatever happened he still had no memory of, had stirred something deep inside him, something old, something familiar, something primal, and maybe at one time something forbidden. Isabel never said a word about that incident, acting as though it never happened and Michael kept silent.
Isabel hands were on his bare stomach, stoking and soothing his abs, these acts brought him back into reality, her touches were too strong to ignore. Feeling a little daring, Michael decided to test out the theory that his bike could create a strong sensation between a woman’s legs. The van was far behind them, the group still had not even packed before he and Isabel left. Seeing an exit up ahead he took the bike off-road along a path that followed the highway, it was rugged more tantalizing to the body. The gravel was loose with wide ruts that the tires bounce slightly against, causing Isabel to shake up and down as well as side to side. The constant action of sliding her back and forth ever so slightly, caused the seam in her leather pants to ride up against her, especially since she decided to forgo any panties. The shaking soon stopped as Michael returned to the black road, shifting through the next two gears, the bike screamed as she pulled in tighter, her core was beginning to ache for release.
Sensing she enjoyed the rough road, Michael went off again onto the gravel, this time the washboard road made the seat bounced up and down against her as she started heating up. He was enjoying the fact she was turned on by him via the bike. Michael could smell her sex as he thanked the heavens above for alien olfaction abilities. His cock leapt at that the thought of the heat that was being emitted from between Isabel’s legs.
Isabel could feel moistness between her thighs, her nipples stiffened as the wind swirled through the leather vest; she clutched to Michael’s back, her breath escaped in low hot moans against his ear. Michael slid back slightly against her as he climbed a hill, gears shifted, jerking her as she caught her balance. Michael reached down and placed a firm hand on her leg, up high, to steady her and he leaned into a sharp turn. Then suddenly the ride became smooth as the gravel road ended and Michael had turned back to the highway. Michael wondered if Isabel enjoyed her little ride. If not, she was going to him brain him for coming onto her. ‘Whichever, it was well worth it.’ he chuckled in his mind.
However, Isabel never got on the bike; it was Vilandra, who had been enticing Michael the entire time as she slipped her hands again under his shirt, feeling his taut stomach. Vilandra loved the thrill of the ground racing under them, the wind on her body, and the sun on her back. She laid her head on his back, feeling his muscles, kissing his neck, and licking his ear. Her hands played with his stomach, counting his ribs, finding their way north to encircle his nipples. The bike swerved as she pinched hard, "Stop it! You’re going to get us killed,” yelled Michael over his shoulder. Vilandra just ignored him and continued to pinch and tease that sensitive area.
Slowly she moved her hands downward, caressing his cock through the leather pants, her nails scraping against his hardness. She tugged at his belt releasing it as she shoved her hand down his pants. Again the bike swerved, Vilandra could hear Michael growl, his back tensed as he shifted to give her more access. He wanted her to touch him Vilandra was winning the battle.
The next rest stop was about 20 miles outside of a small town; they were supposed to meet the rest of the gang there. Michael had other plans, or should that be Rath had other plans. Seeing a small dirt road off to the side, Michael slowed down and took it going a few miles in before taking a rutted side road, then into the forest itself, finally about 700 feet in, he stopped concealing them in a lush under grove of ferns surrounded by thick tall tress.
~ The fracture lengthen~
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 3 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Wild on the Bike ~
Timeline: Five days later
“I like smoke and lightning, heavy metal thunder, racin' with the wind, and the feelin' that I'm under” “Born to be Wild” by Steppenwolf
The next five days the gang spent, mostly by themselves, well at least Max and Liz did, as Max extended Michael’s honeymoon into a second honeymoon for him and Liz.
Isabel and Maria went shopping together where the spent the money Kyle and Michael made on the gambling floors in the various casinos. Michael decided it was better to win a little here and there than all in one place. He mastered the ability to make the 3 bars or cherries come up on the dollar slots and was able by thought alone to change the cards at blackjack. Poor Kyle thought his rabbit foot was working overtime, and Michael just kept on letting him think that.
Vilandra and Rath had a couple more rendezvous’ and one near miss when they almost got caught.
Michael had a long talk with Maria, one night before they went to bed. He apologized for forcing into a decision on getting married; it probably wasn’t what she had envisioned. But that he was so worried, she would leave. Even though she assured him she never leave, Michael knew he was evil deep down and when Maria discovered his feelings and sexual contact with Isabel via Rath he knew he would be a eunuch and she would leave him.
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The bike was already purring when she swung her legs up and over the wide black seat; she could feel the powerful vibrating motor course between her thighs. Finding the footrests, she balanced herself, ready for the ride ahead. Isabel wrapped her arms about Michael’s waist, her knees snug against him, as they sped up the coast highway. Her touch was enticing on his back as she held him; Michael tried to shove off those thoughts and concentrated on the road. The scenery was breathtaking, lush forests to one side, steep ocean cliffs to the other. The morning fog had yet to burn off, the feeling was surreal, a fantasy in their made up lives.
Michael’s mind drifted back to Reno, just a few days ago and how he woke up in bed with Isabel. That encounter, whatever happened he still had no memory of, had stirred something deep inside him, something old, something familiar, something primal, and maybe at one time something forbidden. Isabel never said a word about that incident, acting as though it never happened and Michael kept silent.
Isabel hands were on his bare stomach, stoking and soothing his abs, these acts brought him back into reality, her touches were too strong to ignore. Feeling a little daring, Michael decided to test out the theory that his bike could create a strong sensation between a woman’s legs. The van was far behind them, the group still had not even packed before he and Isabel left. Seeing an exit up ahead he took the bike off-road along a path that followed the highway, it was rugged more tantalizing to the body. The gravel was loose with wide ruts that the tires bounce slightly against, causing Isabel to shake up and down as well as side to side. The constant action of sliding her back and forth ever so slightly, caused the seam in her leather pants to ride up against her, especially since she decided to forgo any panties. The shaking soon stopped as Michael returned to the black road, shifting through the next two gears, the bike screamed as she pulled in tighter, her core was beginning to ache for release.
Sensing she enjoyed the rough road, Michael went off again onto the gravel, this time the washboard road made the seat bounced up and down against her as she started heating up. He was enjoying the fact she was turned on by him via the bike. Michael could smell her sex as he thanked the heavens above for alien olfaction abilities. His cock leapt at that the thought of the heat that was being emitted from between Isabel’s legs.
Isabel could feel moistness between her thighs, her nipples stiffened as the wind swirled through the leather vest; she clutched to Michael’s back, her breath escaped in low hot moans against his ear. Michael slid back slightly against her as he climbed a hill, gears shifted, jerking her as she caught her balance. Michael reached down and placed a firm hand on her leg, up high, to steady her and he leaned into a sharp turn. Then suddenly the ride became smooth as the gravel road ended and Michael had turned back to the highway. Michael wondered if Isabel enjoyed her little ride. If not, she was going to him brain him for coming onto her. ‘Whichever, it was well worth it.’ he chuckled in his mind.
However, Isabel never got on the bike; it was Vilandra, who had been enticing Michael the entire time as she slipped her hands again under his shirt, feeling his taut stomach. Vilandra loved the thrill of the ground racing under them, the wind on her body, and the sun on her back. She laid her head on his back, feeling his muscles, kissing his neck, and licking his ear. Her hands played with his stomach, counting his ribs, finding their way north to encircle his nipples. The bike swerved as she pinched hard, "Stop it! You’re going to get us killed,” yelled Michael over his shoulder. Vilandra just ignored him and continued to pinch and tease that sensitive area.
Slowly she moved her hands downward, caressing his cock through the leather pants, her nails scraping against his hardness. She tugged at his belt releasing it as she shoved her hand down his pants. Again the bike swerved, Vilandra could hear Michael growl, his back tensed as he shifted to give her more access. He wanted her to touch him Vilandra was winning the battle.
The next rest stop was about 20 miles outside of a small town; they were supposed to meet the rest of the gang there. Michael had other plans, or should that be Rath had other plans. Seeing a small dirt road off to the side, Michael slowed down and took it going a few miles in before taking a rutted side road, then into the forest itself, finally about 700 feet in, he stopped concealing them in a lush under grove of ferns surrounded by thick tall tress.
~ The fracture lengthen~
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 4 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ A Motorcycle Fuck ~
Timeline: Same Day
…..Musical interlude … “Deep Forest Dub” by Aphrodite
Michael pushed out the kickstand and with a wave of his hand, summoned roots out of the ground to intertwine with the wheels and hold the bike fast in place. He then turned backwards on the bike, his eyes of silver; TellymonRath was firmly implanted; he reached out and caressed her check drawing her in for a kiss. His finger ran through her hair, as she wrapped herself around him. TellymonRath began to undo the buttons of her leather vest, pleased to find she had nothing on underneath, he liked her wild, ready for him at a moments notice. He took off the vest only to gaze at her breasts like some starving animal before he dipped his head to suck, lick, and nip at them first lightly, increasing the pressure as the lust mounted.
Vilandra moaned as she held his head to her breast with one hand while the other wandered south rubbing his cock feeling him hard and ready. She lowered his zipper and let his member free, into her hand begging for release that her ministrations earlier had caused. She ran her fingers up and down the length, stopping to spread the seminal fluid around the head, stroking him a couple of times before dragging her nails back down again. He groaned loudly pushing against her, urging her to stroke faster. Then she stopped.
“No,” his voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper, “more.”
“Lay back Tellymon,” said Vilandra as she handed him his jacket from behind her. “Lay back for me.”
TellymonRath looked at her questioningly and did as he was told. He balled up his jacket, putting it behind his head as he balanced himself on the bike and laid back. Vilandra smiled at him as she lean forward, freeing more of his cock from his pants. Her lips parted, as Tellymon’s heart stopped a beat, he waited, staring at her as if she was the most precious gift on this planet. Then she slowly lowered those lips until they encircle his cock sucking it in deep into her throat.
“Shit!” screamed TellymonRath. “Oh yes! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!”
Slowly she removed his cock out of her mouth, letting it slide out inch by inch, until it was free. The air made his cock twitch, desiring to be shielded in the warmth. She flicked the tip with her tongue, as his cock lurched forward, wanting her to take him again her mouth. Tellymon threw his head back, his eyes focused on the sky above; he was going crazy at the sensation. A small red-headed yellow-breasted bird mocked Rath singing his song of seduction as he coaxed his mate to him, she bending to his will as the act of coupling lasted only a few seconds, with the satisfied male, letting out a cry of completion. “Fuck,” TellymonRath cried out in frustration.
Vilandra laughed as she repeated the flicking action again, his cock grew even harder, he was straining not to take her head and shove his cock into her mouth, this was cruel; she had let him feel heaven and was now depriving him. His hands grasped the handles of the bike bracing himself as she continued slowly, methodically torture his cock. Her tongue started to wrap itself around the head squeezing it in a vise like grip, lowering down his shaft and back up again.
He let out a growl as she once again took the entire length into her mouth. “Fuck yes,” TellymonRath, breathed harder, his knuckles were turning white from his grip. “Yes suck me.”
Instead, she slid her tongue up and down his length, tracing the bulging blood vessels, feeling the blood race through. Her fingernails gently scratched his balls, drawing circular patterns, then suddenly his right ball was in extricating pain, as she seared her sign into it’s delicate skin, branding him; just like a steer is marked with a branding iron designating it’s owner, Vilandra had marked her dominion over TellymonRath.
“Ouch! You bitch!” Tellymon screamed in pain, he knew what she had done, he also knew if Maria ever saw that on Michael’s body there would be hell to pay. He chuckled at the thought of taking Maria in anger; the sex would be literally out of this world. “You do know Vilandra, Maria will be pissed off at Michael.” Vilandra laughed against his cock as she removed her mouth. “Oh don’t leave,” TellymonRath pleaded. “I am in pain here and need you to comfort me,” he smirked.
Vilandra grinned as she looked up at him, “I told you I would punish you for taking a wife without my permission.” She smiled at her handiwork “I like my sign on your ball, I claim this one; Michael’s Maria-person can have the other.” Vilandra leaned forward and kissed Tellymon on the lips. Pulling back, she smiled at him, “I have decided to make it official.”
“What official?” as TellymonRath started to stroke his aching cock.
Vilandra removed his hand and continued the movement as he found his way to the crotch of her pants, pressing into the leather around her core.
“To allow you a second wife, but no more, ever.”
”I thought you already agreed to that in Reno,” TellymonRath questioned, as he moaned from her ministrations upon his member.
“I did, but I really did not mean it then.”
“And now you do?”
“Yes, I have also decided to allow Michael’s Maria-person to live.” Vilandra leaned forward placing one hand on his chest.
TellymonRath chuckled against her hand that was on his chest, “You have?”
“Yes,” Vilandra slowly drew circles on his chest with her red nail as her other hand continued to stoke him slowly, toying with his cock.
“You are feeling generous I see,” noted TellymonRath as he played with her hair causing it to grow longer and blonder.
“Yes I am being unnaturally generous.” Vilandra sighed, “I guess it is Isabel’s influence. She wants Michael to be happy and she knows he never will be without Maria.”
“How does that make you feel Vilandra?”
“I can feel myself merging with Isabel, soon we will be one. I can now accept both you and Michael in love with Maria once you have merged, as long as you feel equal about me.”
“Deal you will be equals from your position to the throne to our personal life.” TellymonRath reached up and kissed Vilandra, “Thank-you” he whispered into her ear.
“A thank-you from TellymonRath?”
“I guess Michael is wearing off on me also.”
Vilandra sighed as she watched Michael’s cock in her hand, the head was turning purple as it wept seminal fluid. “He does have a nice cock, Tellymon, almost as nice as yours.”
“Hey it is me, just another body,” TellymonRath insisted, a little indigent.
“I know I am just still amazed at the changes in our bodies.”
Vilandra smiled as she pushed his body back down, she then lowered her head, and with one motion, she sucked his cock in with such forced pressure that he thought he was going to explode. She felt TellymonRath shudder he was on the verge of coming that quickly. She was pleased with herself, she could still bring him down, begging her for release; she owned TellymonRath, the warrior.
“Vilandra please,” TellymonRath wanted to be inside her. She let up the pressure since she wanted him inside as well and did not want to wait for him to come off cloud nine after effects for her fun time. She lifted her head to meet his eyes; he took her in his arms and pulled them both off the bike.
"Here," TellymonRath whispered in her ear as he placed her body where he wanted it. "Bend over the gas tank, and spread your legs." He dropped her pants onto the forest floor, taking them off her ankles as he spread her legs even wider forcing her to lean her elbows on top of the seat, her head down, her cheek on the cool leather. He ran his hands up and down her thighs as she shivered, exposed for anyone to see. He slid one finger in as she grabbed him in her tight muscles. A little know secret was that the alien hybrids had tremendous control over their muscles and Vilandra knew exactly how to contract those in her vagina. He slid in another and was rewarded with a low moan as she bucked her hips closer to him. His cock was so hard and ready he could wait no longer, the hell with foreplay, he wanted to fuck.
" Tellymon fuck me. I need to feel your thick cock inside of me, hard and deep!” Vilandra knew just the right words to use to make TellymonRath lose all consciousness and act on pure instinct. “Fuck me now!”
He loved her choice of words, lewd and crass to some to him they were poetry drawing him into a primal rage that would satisfy them both in the end. TellymonRath dropped his pants the rest of the way, kicking them off as they landed on a fern plant. He gently grabbed her hips with one hand; encircle the other around her front where he had access to her clitoris. He nuzzled his nose into her ear, pulling back a little to whisper to her, “I need you so much,” his cock was poised at her entrance, “never leave me again, I cannot exist without you. You remember, don’t you.” he pleaded with her as he plunged into Vilandra, burying himself in her heat, resting for a second, feeling the fire of ecstasy, the ice of agony.
The next several minutes found themselves lost in passion as he pounded into her from behind going deep with each thrust. Vilandra matched his speed, her hips crashing backward into him. They were both close to the end, when TellymonRath looked up and spotted the bike’s engine, his mind conjured up an image of a depraved thought. Then he did it, Tellymon upped the ante by staring the motor of the bike, the vibrations coursed through Vilandra multiplied the waves of lust and desire she felt coming off Rath, her screams were of elated bliss.
"That’s it! Fuck with me Vilandra!" TellymonRath moaned against her ear as she slammed back against him, the pulsating motor quickening their rhythm until finally they exploded together. TellymonRath was breathing hard as his back muscles contracted in a spasm, he pushed in even deeper, trying to drain himself of his liquid. Then he felt the blackness approaching, “Oh Shit. Vilandra I am going to pass out.” He did not want to hurt her if he fell into her.
“Wait! Pull out of me and lay back on the bike.” Vilandra was shaking also trying to keep in control for just a few seconds longer.
It took all TellymonRath had left not to black out as he pulled out of her still throbbing, still hard, wanting to be back in so bad to complete their ritual. “Oh god, Vilandra,” he moan in an almost crying tone. Turning off the motor, he laid down balancing himself and she jumped up placing her core over his cock, sliding back in.
“Yes," she gasped as their connection was made and she slowly slid down him. Tellymon was so sensitive, that he pushed upward into her deeper, coming again. Vilandra lay on top of him they both drifted on the dream plane, their bodies reacting as they continued to experience.
~ The fracture shook ~
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 4 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ A Motorcycle Fuck ~
Timeline: Same Day
…..Musical interlude … “Deep Forest Dub” by Aphrodite
Michael pushed out the kickstand and with a wave of his hand, summoned roots out of the ground to intertwine with the wheels and hold the bike fast in place. He then turned backwards on the bike, his eyes of silver; TellymonRath was firmly implanted; he reached out and caressed her check drawing her in for a kiss. His finger ran through her hair, as she wrapped herself around him. TellymonRath began to undo the buttons of her leather vest, pleased to find she had nothing on underneath, he liked her wild, ready for him at a moments notice. He took off the vest only to gaze at her breasts like some starving animal before he dipped his head to suck, lick, and nip at them first lightly, increasing the pressure as the lust mounted.
Vilandra moaned as she held his head to her breast with one hand while the other wandered south rubbing his cock feeling him hard and ready. She lowered his zipper and let his member free, into her hand begging for release that her ministrations earlier had caused. She ran her fingers up and down the length, stopping to spread the seminal fluid around the head, stroking him a couple of times before dragging her nails back down again. He groaned loudly pushing against her, urging her to stroke faster. Then she stopped.
“No,” his voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper, “more.”
“Lay back Tellymon,” said Vilandra as she handed him his jacket from behind her. “Lay back for me.”
TellymonRath looked at her questioningly and did as he was told. He balled up his jacket, putting it behind his head as he balanced himself on the bike and laid back. Vilandra smiled at him as she lean forward, freeing more of his cock from his pants. Her lips parted, as Tellymon’s heart stopped a beat, he waited, staring at her as if she was the most precious gift on this planet. Then she slowly lowered those lips until they encircle his cock sucking it in deep into her throat.
“Shit!” screamed TellymonRath. “Oh yes! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!”
Slowly she removed his cock out of her mouth, letting it slide out inch by inch, until it was free. The air made his cock twitch, desiring to be shielded in the warmth. She flicked the tip with her tongue, as his cock lurched forward, wanting her to take him again her mouth. Tellymon threw his head back, his eyes focused on the sky above; he was going crazy at the sensation. A small red-headed yellow-breasted bird mocked Rath singing his song of seduction as he coaxed his mate to him, she bending to his will as the act of coupling lasted only a few seconds, with the satisfied male, letting out a cry of completion. “Fuck,” TellymonRath cried out in frustration.
Vilandra laughed as she repeated the flicking action again, his cock grew even harder, he was straining not to take her head and shove his cock into her mouth, this was cruel; she had let him feel heaven and was now depriving him. His hands grasped the handles of the bike bracing himself as she continued slowly, methodically torture his cock. Her tongue started to wrap itself around the head squeezing it in a vise like grip, lowering down his shaft and back up again.
He let out a growl as she once again took the entire length into her mouth. “Fuck yes,” TellymonRath, breathed harder, his knuckles were turning white from his grip. “Yes suck me.”
Instead, she slid her tongue up and down his length, tracing the bulging blood vessels, feeling the blood race through. Her fingernails gently scratched his balls, drawing circular patterns, then suddenly his right ball was in extricating pain, as she seared her sign into it’s delicate skin, branding him; just like a steer is marked with a branding iron designating it’s owner, Vilandra had marked her dominion over TellymonRath.
“Ouch! You bitch!” Tellymon screamed in pain, he knew what she had done, he also knew if Maria ever saw that on Michael’s body there would be hell to pay. He chuckled at the thought of taking Maria in anger; the sex would be literally out of this world. “You do know Vilandra, Maria will be pissed off at Michael.” Vilandra laughed against his cock as she removed her mouth. “Oh don’t leave,” TellymonRath pleaded. “I am in pain here and need you to comfort me,” he smirked.
Vilandra grinned as she looked up at him, “I told you I would punish you for taking a wife without my permission.” She smiled at her handiwork “I like my sign on your ball, I claim this one; Michael’s Maria-person can have the other.” Vilandra leaned forward and kissed Tellymon on the lips. Pulling back, she smiled at him, “I have decided to make it official.”
“What official?” as TellymonRath started to stroke his aching cock.
Vilandra removed his hand and continued the movement as he found his way to the crotch of her pants, pressing into the leather around her core.
“To allow you a second wife, but no more, ever.”
”I thought you already agreed to that in Reno,” TellymonRath questioned, as he moaned from her ministrations upon his member.
“I did, but I really did not mean it then.”
“And now you do?”
“Yes, I have also decided to allow Michael’s Maria-person to live.” Vilandra leaned forward placing one hand on his chest.
TellymonRath chuckled against her hand that was on his chest, “You have?”
“Yes,” Vilandra slowly drew circles on his chest with her red nail as her other hand continued to stoke him slowly, toying with his cock.
“You are feeling generous I see,” noted TellymonRath as he played with her hair causing it to grow longer and blonder.
“Yes I am being unnaturally generous.” Vilandra sighed, “I guess it is Isabel’s influence. She wants Michael to be happy and she knows he never will be without Maria.”
“How does that make you feel Vilandra?”
“I can feel myself merging with Isabel, soon we will be one. I can now accept both you and Michael in love with Maria once you have merged, as long as you feel equal about me.”
“Deal you will be equals from your position to the throne to our personal life.” TellymonRath reached up and kissed Vilandra, “Thank-you” he whispered into her ear.
“A thank-you from TellymonRath?”
“I guess Michael is wearing off on me also.”
Vilandra sighed as she watched Michael’s cock in her hand, the head was turning purple as it wept seminal fluid. “He does have a nice cock, Tellymon, almost as nice as yours.”
“Hey it is me, just another body,” TellymonRath insisted, a little indigent.
“I know I am just still amazed at the changes in our bodies.”
Vilandra smiled as she pushed his body back down, she then lowered her head, and with one motion, she sucked his cock in with such forced pressure that he thought he was going to explode. She felt TellymonRath shudder he was on the verge of coming that quickly. She was pleased with herself, she could still bring him down, begging her for release; she owned TellymonRath, the warrior.
“Vilandra please,” TellymonRath wanted to be inside her. She let up the pressure since she wanted him inside as well and did not want to wait for him to come off cloud nine after effects for her fun time. She lifted her head to meet his eyes; he took her in his arms and pulled them both off the bike.
"Here," TellymonRath whispered in her ear as he placed her body where he wanted it. "Bend over the gas tank, and spread your legs." He dropped her pants onto the forest floor, taking them off her ankles as he spread her legs even wider forcing her to lean her elbows on top of the seat, her head down, her cheek on the cool leather. He ran his hands up and down her thighs as she shivered, exposed for anyone to see. He slid one finger in as she grabbed him in her tight muscles. A little know secret was that the alien hybrids had tremendous control over their muscles and Vilandra knew exactly how to contract those in her vagina. He slid in another and was rewarded with a low moan as she bucked her hips closer to him. His cock was so hard and ready he could wait no longer, the hell with foreplay, he wanted to fuck.
" Tellymon fuck me. I need to feel your thick cock inside of me, hard and deep!” Vilandra knew just the right words to use to make TellymonRath lose all consciousness and act on pure instinct. “Fuck me now!”
He loved her choice of words, lewd and crass to some to him they were poetry drawing him into a primal rage that would satisfy them both in the end. TellymonRath dropped his pants the rest of the way, kicking them off as they landed on a fern plant. He gently grabbed her hips with one hand; encircle the other around her front where he had access to her clitoris. He nuzzled his nose into her ear, pulling back a little to whisper to her, “I need you so much,” his cock was poised at her entrance, “never leave me again, I cannot exist without you. You remember, don’t you.” he pleaded with her as he plunged into Vilandra, burying himself in her heat, resting for a second, feeling the fire of ecstasy, the ice of agony.
The next several minutes found themselves lost in passion as he pounded into her from behind going deep with each thrust. Vilandra matched his speed, her hips crashing backward into him. They were both close to the end, when TellymonRath looked up and spotted the bike’s engine, his mind conjured up an image of a depraved thought. Then he did it, Tellymon upped the ante by staring the motor of the bike, the vibrations coursed through Vilandra multiplied the waves of lust and desire she felt coming off Rath, her screams were of elated bliss.
"That’s it! Fuck with me Vilandra!" TellymonRath moaned against her ear as she slammed back against him, the pulsating motor quickening their rhythm until finally they exploded together. TellymonRath was breathing hard as his back muscles contracted in a spasm, he pushed in even deeper, trying to drain himself of his liquid. Then he felt the blackness approaching, “Oh Shit. Vilandra I am going to pass out.” He did not want to hurt her if he fell into her.
“Wait! Pull out of me and lay back on the bike.” Vilandra was shaking also trying to keep in control for just a few seconds longer.
It took all TellymonRath had left not to black out as he pulled out of her still throbbing, still hard, wanting to be back in so bad to complete their ritual. “Oh god, Vilandra,” he moan in an almost crying tone. Turning off the motor, he laid down balancing himself and she jumped up placing her core over his cock, sliding back in.
“Yes," she gasped as their connection was made and she slowly slid down him. Tellymon was so sensitive, that he pushed upward into her deeper, coming again. Vilandra lay on top of him they both drifted on the dream plane, their bodies reacting as they continued to experience.
~ The fracture shook ~
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 5 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Wake Up Michael~
Timeline: Same Day
“Such a long time ago I had given upon finding this emotion ever again. But you're here with me now. Yes I found you somehow and I've never been so sure” “For the First Time” by Rod Stewart
A good hour later, Michael woke to find himself lying on his bike, nude in the middle of the forest, with a very naked Isabel on top of him. And as if that was not bad enough, his cock, hard and throbbing was in her, as he felt her hips sliding back and forth, side to side, ever so slightly against him.
Michael closed his eyes and moaned deeply, the sensation was overwhelming him, he could not resist as he started to move his hips. He had no idea how he came to be in this predicament, but right now, he did not care. All he knew was that now he wanted Isabel, her body and soul.
His gentle movements woke up Isabel who was surprised to say the least at her position on Michael’s chest. She could feel his skin enveloping her and his cock hard inside her moving. She pulled him closer to her, not wanting him to see her naked body, but also not wanting him to pull out. She closed her eyes as Vilandra sent the memories of the last two hours into Isabel’s memory. She smiled at the vision; Vilandra had poisoned her mind, slowly ebbing her way in, taking Isabel, merging with her. Isabel started kissing Michael on the chest, circling his nipples, teasing the tips with her teeth.
Michael opened both eyes wide when he felt Isabel’s teeth on his nipple. He arched his back and let out a loud groan of pleasure.
“Oh shit Isabel! Don’t stop,” he pleaded.
Isabel did not stop instead she kissed and nipped his chest and stomach, as he writhe inside her, teasing her, wanting so badly to come. Finally, he could take no more.
“That’s it. Off the bike!” he yelled, as he sat up securing her legs around his hips. He pushed himself off the bike and after a few steps; he slowly dropped her onto a warm luxurious deep fur pile blanket created from the cold moss covered ground with his special abilities. Michael was on top of her, kissing her for all he was worth. He saw the images that Vilandra left and felt TellymonRath inside him as he distributed his own panoramic view of their earlier naked dance.
Michael could not get enough of her kisses; she opened up to him as he saw her memories, hopes and dreams. Vilandra also opened up letting Michael in for a brief glance at their life on Antar and the love she had for Rath and now for him as well. He slid his hands down her body, his lips following his hands as they found her breasts and stopped delighting in their weight and soft texture. His hips start to move, at first gently letting her matching him in rhythm. Isabel was moaning loudly, grateful that no one for miles around could her them. She was clutching at Michael’s back, her nails raked across his shoulders and his ass drawing red welts. He was pumping like a fine oiled machine; she took each thrust on, matching it in speed and ferocity.
"That's it. Oh shit that’s it. Fuck with me,” panted Michael.
Isabel enjoyed each shock of pleasure as it coursed through her body, she moaned loudly as Michael took her nipple into his mouth and teased it gently with his teeth. She was so close; Michael could feel her insides start to close up on him, tightening the passageway.
TellymonRath stepped in and forced himself in deeper as he shot his seed far inside her, letting up and then pushing again into her again, depositing more of the salty liquid. He did this several times; Isabel was in tears at the emotion that this act was causing, the ultimate union of their bodies, souls, minds, and futures.
He then placed his hand near her pussy as Vilandra felt a brief sharp burning pain. “You are mine,” he growled into her ear. “You now wear my sign to warn any who dare to take what belongs to me, a warrior.”
Vilandra’s memories reminded her of what this action was, the impregnation rite of bonding, only that Isabel would had to have activated the sperm for conception to occur prior to release, and since she did not, they were safe from being pregnant. It is the Antarian women who decide when and what sex of the children they would bear.
Finally, TellymonRath backed out and allowed Michael back in leaving the memory of the act and its meaning with him. Michael was breathing hard and his blood was still racing.
Whereas the mating act makes the receiver compliant, emotional, and submissive in its wake, the giver becomes hyped up, on edge, almost savage in thought and actions.
Michael tried to get control of himself, his head was down on Isabel’s shoulder as she caressed his back calming him, feeling what he was experiencing. He gathered her in his arms as he rolled on his back. Gazing into her eyes, Michael saw himself deep inside her, a piece of his DNA fading into darkness.
~ The fracture began quiver as it fell ~
Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 5 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Wake Up Michael~
Timeline: Same Day
“Such a long time ago I had given upon finding this emotion ever again. But you're here with me now. Yes I found you somehow and I've never been so sure” “For the First Time” by Rod Stewart
A good hour later, Michael woke to find himself lying on his bike, nude in the middle of the forest, with a very naked Isabel on top of him. And as if that was not bad enough, his cock, hard and throbbing was in her, as he felt her hips sliding back and forth, side to side, ever so slightly against him.
Michael closed his eyes and moaned deeply, the sensation was overwhelming him, he could not resist as he started to move his hips. He had no idea how he came to be in this predicament, but right now, he did not care. All he knew was that now he wanted Isabel, her body and soul.
His gentle movements woke up Isabel who was surprised to say the least at her position on Michael’s chest. She could feel his skin enveloping her and his cock hard inside her moving. She pulled him closer to her, not wanting him to see her naked body, but also not wanting him to pull out. She closed her eyes as Vilandra sent the memories of the last two hours into Isabel’s memory. She smiled at the vision; Vilandra had poisoned her mind, slowly ebbing her way in, taking Isabel, merging with her. Isabel started kissing Michael on the chest, circling his nipples, teasing the tips with her teeth.
Michael opened both eyes wide when he felt Isabel’s teeth on his nipple. He arched his back and let out a loud groan of pleasure.
“Oh shit Isabel! Don’t stop,” he pleaded.
Isabel did not stop instead she kissed and nipped his chest and stomach, as he writhe inside her, teasing her, wanting so badly to come. Finally, he could take no more.
“That’s it. Off the bike!” he yelled, as he sat up securing her legs around his hips. He pushed himself off the bike and after a few steps; he slowly dropped her onto a warm luxurious deep fur pile blanket created from the cold moss covered ground with his special abilities. Michael was on top of her, kissing her for all he was worth. He saw the images that Vilandra left and felt TellymonRath inside him as he distributed his own panoramic view of their earlier naked dance.
Michael could not get enough of her kisses; she opened up to him as he saw her memories, hopes and dreams. Vilandra also opened up letting Michael in for a brief glance at their life on Antar and the love she had for Rath and now for him as well. He slid his hands down her body, his lips following his hands as they found her breasts and stopped delighting in their weight and soft texture. His hips start to move, at first gently letting her matching him in rhythm. Isabel was moaning loudly, grateful that no one for miles around could her them. She was clutching at Michael’s back, her nails raked across his shoulders and his ass drawing red welts. He was pumping like a fine oiled machine; she took each thrust on, matching it in speed and ferocity.
"That's it. Oh shit that’s it. Fuck with me,” panted Michael.
Isabel enjoyed each shock of pleasure as it coursed through her body, she moaned loudly as Michael took her nipple into his mouth and teased it gently with his teeth. She was so close; Michael could feel her insides start to close up on him, tightening the passageway.
TellymonRath stepped in and forced himself in deeper as he shot his seed far inside her, letting up and then pushing again into her again, depositing more of the salty liquid. He did this several times; Isabel was in tears at the emotion that this act was causing, the ultimate union of their bodies, souls, minds, and futures.
He then placed his hand near her pussy as Vilandra felt a brief sharp burning pain. “You are mine,” he growled into her ear. “You now wear my sign to warn any who dare to take what belongs to me, a warrior.”
Vilandra’s memories reminded her of what this action was, the impregnation rite of bonding, only that Isabel would had to have activated the sperm for conception to occur prior to release, and since she did not, they were safe from being pregnant. It is the Antarian women who decide when and what sex of the children they would bear.
Finally, TellymonRath backed out and allowed Michael back in leaving the memory of the act and its meaning with him. Michael was breathing hard and his blood was still racing.
Whereas the mating act makes the receiver compliant, emotional, and submissive in its wake, the giver becomes hyped up, on edge, almost savage in thought and actions.
Michael tried to get control of himself, his head was down on Isabel’s shoulder as she caressed his back calming him, feeling what he was experiencing. He gathered her in his arms as he rolled on his back. Gazing into her eyes, Michael saw himself deep inside her, a piece of his DNA fading into darkness.
~ The fracture began quiver as it fell ~
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Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 7: Part 6 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Lies and More Lies~
Timeline: Same Day
“Tell me lies, Tell me sweet little lies” “Tell Me Lies” by Fleetwood Mac
The sun found its way through the dense foliage of the oak tree they were laying under to send one ray directly into Michael’s eye forcing him awake. He blinked his eyes several times trying to get a grasp on where he was and after feeling the blond hair body on top of him, who he was with. He shook Isabel slightly as she lifted up her head and snuggled into the crook of his neck. For the first time ever she felt truly at peace with herself, no conflicts, no guilt, just an understanding of two lifetimes.
“Isabel we have to go. It is really late and Max will be pissed.”
Isabel shot up, “Oh my! That's right” she waved her finger between the two of them.” What are we going to do about us?”
“What do you want to do Isabel forget this ever happened?” Michael asked knowing that was the probable answer.
“No Michael,” Isabel was afraid Michael was going to dump her. “Not unless you want to forget.”
Michael looked at her, naked, the sunlight shinning off her supple skin, “How am I ever suppose to forget,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her.
Isabel felt herself getting lost in the kiss, and broke away, “We don’t have time. Remember the rest area.”
“Right!” Michael got up searching for their clothes. Isabel could not help but look at his long legs, his tight firm ass, narrow hips and broad shoulders. He turned around catching her looking at him. He cocked his head and smiled, “Like what you see,” as her eyes were drawn downward to his now soft but still impressive penis.
“Oh yeah!” she smiled accepting her clothes from his hand.
Michael threw on his clothes, took care of the roots that were holding the bike upright and started the engine. “No funny business,” Michael warned Isabel. “We need to fly and I have to pay attention to the road. Okay!” Isabel held a thumb up as she rested her head on his shoulders.
When Michael’s ebony steed roared into the rest area, they were well over 3 hours late. “Let me do the talking,” Michael whispered to Isabel as they were getting off. Michael waved his hand over the odometer adding an appropriate digit.
“Michael just where in the hell have the two of you been,” asked Max standing with his arms crossed by the van. Maria was next to him; her eyes were narrow as she stared at Michael and Isabel.
“Chill Max. I took a wrong turn back where the highway divided and we did not realize it until we were over an hour on the other road. By the time I stopped, got gas and turned around it took us until now.”
“Yeah Max calm down haven’t you ever made a mistake.” Isabel added. “Michael feels bad enough having to make me sit even longer on the back of his inferno machine and listen to me complain.”
“Did not you see the sign Michael?” asked Maria
“No I didn’t. The fog was still pretty heavy this morning and I guess I was just too tired to pay that close of attention.” Michael replied hinting at Maria why he was so tired that morning because she kept him up half the night. “I didn’t get much sleep remember.” Maria blushed, a deep shade of crimson, remembering last night’s antics. Feeling jealousy well up in her, Isabel bit her lip trying not to smack Michael for being with Maria.
“Isabel are you all right?” asked Kyle noticing her lip biting.
“Of course Kyle. It was a nice drive. Saw some scenery, met a nice old man at the gas station who made a silly pass at me.” Isabel laughed, she was very good when it came to lies, almost as good as Vilandra. “Except my back is killing me. I am going to take the back seat of the van that is after I use the restroom.” Isabel stated as she headed up to the restrooms.
“I agree with Isabel, my back is killing me also. Max, you and Liz want to give it a shot.” Michael dangled the keys in Max’s face.
“No thanks. I don’t want to end up dead,” replied a sensible Max.
“Your loss.” Michael put his arm around Max and leaned into his ear whispering, “You know what they say about a bike and the vibrations between the legs.” Looking around to see how close the girls were to them. Michael leaned in again to Max’s ear. “You have not had sex until you fuck her from behind, straddled across the bike, revving its engine, the vibrations coursing through the both of you. Come go have some fun.”
Max‘s ears turned red. “You should watch your language,” he looked at Michael and thought, no he then wondered, and then he got the nerve to ask, “Did sometime happen Michael between you and Isabel?”
“What? No Maxwell, now with Maria on the bike yes.” Michael pulled away from Max and smiled.
“Okay Kyle the bike is yours. The King here is chicken.” Michael threw the keys to Kyle and walked over to Maria leaning over into her ear, “Next time let’s plan on getting lost on the bike at least then I can have some fun instead of getting bitch out by the princess over there.” Michael kissed her forehead and went off to the restrooms. Maria smiled knowing her Michael was if nothing else faithful.
Isabel grabbed his arm as he exited the men’s room and dragged Michael behind a picnic enclosure. “Do you think they suspect?”
“No, we have them all fooled even Zan, my dear Vilandra.” Michael gave her a small kiss.
“Good we need to talk later. Isabel will not be Michael’s mistress; I won’t let her be used. I am your wife TellymonRath, and Maria is Michael’s. You bub have a major problem.” Isabel kissed him, “By the way I did not like you referring to your play time with Maria last night.”
“Jealous Vilandra,” Michael nipped on her ear.
“No, Isabel and I are jealous. I promised not to hurt Maria for you, but I will not be shoved off to the side, hear that.” Isabel was very stern in her actions and demeanor. “You need to make some decisions.”
“I know! Later okay. I need to figure out a few things first in my own head. Be patient. Let’s go before we get caught.” Michael started towards the van by himself.
Isabel emerged from the restroom area on the opposite side a few moments later, brushing her hair. “Rats and more rats,” she was spouting off in the air. “Thanks a lot Michael,” she complained walking past him. “Your bike gave me nothing but rats and bugs in my hair,” as she climbed into the van and sat down on the backbench.
From the side of the restroom a lone figured watched them kiss and talk. Using his alien ability of excellent hearing, he heard the truth; he smiled, his eyes turning to black, coal blackness of the King. Vilandra and Rath had awakened, that made Zan very pleased, but Max deep within had also seen the encounter and he was anything but pleased.
“Hey where’s Max,” asked Michael noticing the front seat was vacant.
“Oh, he went to the men’s room,” said Liz
Michael looked up to see Max standing by the restrooms looking in the direction where Michael and Isabel had been earlier talking. Max had a clear shot; he turned his head and looked Michael directly in the eye. ‘Oh! Shit!’ thought Michael.
~ The fracture became a chasm ~
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 7: Lush Forest Floor
~ Lies and More Lies~
Timeline: Same Day
“Tell me lies, Tell me sweet little lies” “Tell Me Lies” by Fleetwood Mac
The sun found its way through the dense foliage of the oak tree they were laying under to send one ray directly into Michael’s eye forcing him awake. He blinked his eyes several times trying to get a grasp on where he was and after feeling the blond hair body on top of him, who he was with. He shook Isabel slightly as she lifted up her head and snuggled into the crook of his neck. For the first time ever she felt truly at peace with herself, no conflicts, no guilt, just an understanding of two lifetimes.
“Isabel we have to go. It is really late and Max will be pissed.”
Isabel shot up, “Oh my! That's right” she waved her finger between the two of them.” What are we going to do about us?”
“What do you want to do Isabel forget this ever happened?” Michael asked knowing that was the probable answer.
“No Michael,” Isabel was afraid Michael was going to dump her. “Not unless you want to forget.”
Michael looked at her, naked, the sunlight shinning off her supple skin, “How am I ever suppose to forget,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her.
Isabel felt herself getting lost in the kiss, and broke away, “We don’t have time. Remember the rest area.”
“Right!” Michael got up searching for their clothes. Isabel could not help but look at his long legs, his tight firm ass, narrow hips and broad shoulders. He turned around catching her looking at him. He cocked his head and smiled, “Like what you see,” as her eyes were drawn downward to his now soft but still impressive penis.
“Oh yeah!” she smiled accepting her clothes from his hand.
Michael threw on his clothes, took care of the roots that were holding the bike upright and started the engine. “No funny business,” Michael warned Isabel. “We need to fly and I have to pay attention to the road. Okay!” Isabel held a thumb up as she rested her head on his shoulders.
When Michael’s ebony steed roared into the rest area, they were well over 3 hours late. “Let me do the talking,” Michael whispered to Isabel as they were getting off. Michael waved his hand over the odometer adding an appropriate digit.
“Michael just where in the hell have the two of you been,” asked Max standing with his arms crossed by the van. Maria was next to him; her eyes were narrow as she stared at Michael and Isabel.
“Chill Max. I took a wrong turn back where the highway divided and we did not realize it until we were over an hour on the other road. By the time I stopped, got gas and turned around it took us until now.”
“Yeah Max calm down haven’t you ever made a mistake.” Isabel added. “Michael feels bad enough having to make me sit even longer on the back of his inferno machine and listen to me complain.”
“Did not you see the sign Michael?” asked Maria
“No I didn’t. The fog was still pretty heavy this morning and I guess I was just too tired to pay that close of attention.” Michael replied hinting at Maria why he was so tired that morning because she kept him up half the night. “I didn’t get much sleep remember.” Maria blushed, a deep shade of crimson, remembering last night’s antics. Feeling jealousy well up in her, Isabel bit her lip trying not to smack Michael for being with Maria.
“Isabel are you all right?” asked Kyle noticing her lip biting.
“Of course Kyle. It was a nice drive. Saw some scenery, met a nice old man at the gas station who made a silly pass at me.” Isabel laughed, she was very good when it came to lies, almost as good as Vilandra. “Except my back is killing me. I am going to take the back seat of the van that is after I use the restroom.” Isabel stated as she headed up to the restrooms.
“I agree with Isabel, my back is killing me also. Max, you and Liz want to give it a shot.” Michael dangled the keys in Max’s face.
“No thanks. I don’t want to end up dead,” replied a sensible Max.
“Your loss.” Michael put his arm around Max and leaned into his ear whispering, “You know what they say about a bike and the vibrations between the legs.” Looking around to see how close the girls were to them. Michael leaned in again to Max’s ear. “You have not had sex until you fuck her from behind, straddled across the bike, revving its engine, the vibrations coursing through the both of you. Come go have some fun.”
Max‘s ears turned red. “You should watch your language,” he looked at Michael and thought, no he then wondered, and then he got the nerve to ask, “Did sometime happen Michael between you and Isabel?”
“What? No Maxwell, now with Maria on the bike yes.” Michael pulled away from Max and smiled.
“Okay Kyle the bike is yours. The King here is chicken.” Michael threw the keys to Kyle and walked over to Maria leaning over into her ear, “Next time let’s plan on getting lost on the bike at least then I can have some fun instead of getting bitch out by the princess over there.” Michael kissed her forehead and went off to the restrooms. Maria smiled knowing her Michael was if nothing else faithful.
Isabel grabbed his arm as he exited the men’s room and dragged Michael behind a picnic enclosure. “Do you think they suspect?”
“No, we have them all fooled even Zan, my dear Vilandra.” Michael gave her a small kiss.
“Good we need to talk later. Isabel will not be Michael’s mistress; I won’t let her be used. I am your wife TellymonRath, and Maria is Michael’s. You bub have a major problem.” Isabel kissed him, “By the way I did not like you referring to your play time with Maria last night.”
“Jealous Vilandra,” Michael nipped on her ear.
“No, Isabel and I are jealous. I promised not to hurt Maria for you, but I will not be shoved off to the side, hear that.” Isabel was very stern in her actions and demeanor. “You need to make some decisions.”
“I know! Later okay. I need to figure out a few things first in my own head. Be patient. Let’s go before we get caught.” Michael started towards the van by himself.
Isabel emerged from the restroom area on the opposite side a few moments later, brushing her hair. “Rats and more rats,” she was spouting off in the air. “Thanks a lot Michael,” she complained walking past him. “Your bike gave me nothing but rats and bugs in my hair,” as she climbed into the van and sat down on the backbench.
From the side of the restroom a lone figured watched them kiss and talk. Using his alien ability of excellent hearing, he heard the truth; he smiled, his eyes turning to black, coal blackness of the King. Vilandra and Rath had awakened, that made Zan very pleased, but Max deep within had also seen the encounter and he was anything but pleased.
“Hey where’s Max,” asked Michael noticing the front seat was vacant.
“Oh, he went to the men’s room,” said Liz
Michael looked up to see Max standing by the restrooms looking in the direction where Michael and Isabel had been earlier talking. Max had a clear shot; he turned his head and looked Michael directly in the eye. ‘Oh! Shit!’ thought Michael.
~ The fracture became a chasm ~
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ All Good Things Come to an End ~
Timeline: Late September
“You can't spend love; you can't lend love you must end love when the chips are down!” “Empty Pockets Filled With Love” by Perry Como
“Hey Mary is not that your husband waiting?” remarked Rosa as she looked out the motel window.
Mary turned around to see him straddling his motorcycle, dressed in black; his blonde hair glistened in the sunlight. The motel’s name, The Evergreen Pine Motel, reflected in his sunglasses.
“Yeah, for his afternoon kiss,” taunted John as he swept up the floor. “Bet he would prefer an afternoon quickie.”
“Husband, I am not sure anymore,” Mary sighed. “We barely see each other lately, with my job here and him working days at construction and nights as a bouncer.”
“Go on girl,” giggled Rosa, “you have an hour’s break and maybe a little more. You work so fast we are always caught up.”
“Sure you guys don’t mind?”
“No, you two barely see each other, that is no way to run a marriage. Is it John?”
John flashed his wife a smile, “No, number 31 is opened; just clean it when you are finished.” He threw Mary the key, “Have fun and don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.” John winked and went off whistling.
Mary turned, graciously exited the motel and indicated to her husband to follow her. She opened the door, drew the drapes, and entered the room while he parked his bike off to the side, hidden from view.
He entered the darkened room, closing the door behind him; the room had a facelift, the bed covered in black and red satin, perfumed whisped throughout the air, while seductive tribal music played quietly in the background.
"You made it!" she breathed into his ear from behind, as he felt soft fur rub up against him, she had changed into a white fur cape that flowed to the ground.
Michael turned around, "I told you I would be here," he said soothingly. She felt the briefest of touch as their lips met in the dark. "Nothing would keep me from being here with you," he added. "No construction site is worth missing our time together!"
She kissed him with great passion, pressing her body into his. Michael’s hand slipped inside the fur cape, searching her body, pleasantly surprised to find very little amount of cloth under his talented fingertips.
“Fuck I always like you in fur,” he growled into her ear, kissing her deeply.
She ended the kiss and stepped back, Isabel slowly let the fur drop down her body exposing the very skimpy red lace teddy that hugged her body, exposing her flesh in just the right areas. Michael mouth dropped opened as he devoured every inch of her beautiful body, his throat swallowed hard, his tongue absentmindedly darted out to lick his lips as he took a deep breath before he pulled her into him.
“Holy fuck, you are beautiful.”
They kissed as their hands roamed all over their bodies. The fur cape fell to the floor in a heap, Michael pulled her into his strong powerful arms even tighter, as if he was afraid she would vanish if he just loosened the grip for a second.
"It's been too long," Michael, whispered his voice thick with lust, his hand already teasing a nipple through he lace material. "Too fucking long," he added emphasizing the desire he felt deep inside for her: the need, the want, the burning, the ice.
"Yes,” Isabel moaned softly into his ear. “Way too long,” as their lips met, tongues danced. Her nipple grew hard under his fingertips, as she could feel the lace dampen between her legs.
They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, oblivious to the sounds outside; the passing of cars as they entered or left the parking lot, doors slamming shut, kids screaming, men talking loudly one to another. For them, only the sound of their breathing could be heard, the excitement was escalating as Michael drew his hands all over her body tracing the pattern of the lace, feeling a bit of flesh here and there through an opening.
Following the curves of her body Michael ran his fingers along her sides as the shape evolved into that of her firm ass as he held the cheeks firmly pressing her into him, where she could feel through his jeans a very prominent bulge.
“I fucking want you so bad,” choked out Michael as he ground his hips into her.
Isabel reached for his belt, easing down his zipper while inserting her hand greedily into the opening, as his cock sprung free. She stoked the long thick length listening to him growl with pleasure. She spread the pre-cum over the tip, as she continued her ministrations, speeding up slightly as he moaned against her skin. His finger had found the material wet between her legs as he started to stroke the protruding lips, spread apart by the tight fabric.
Isabel felt her legs weaken, as he forced herself to remain standing. The fire inside her was growing finally desire overtook her. "Make love to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me, Please...now!"
Michael drew her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. Kicking off his pants and shorts, he straddled her. She reached up; unbuttoning his buttons, dropping it down his shoulders, then balling it up threw it out of her way. Her hands roamed across his chest, construction work had built strong muscles, as they twitched and flexed under her touch.
Michael bent down, kissed her lips running his tongue into her mouth, as he slowly dropped the shoulder strings down the milky white shoulders exposing her firm round breasts. Michael slowly slipped his lips down her neck and shoulders as Isabel arched and twisted her hands in his hair. Her outfit slowly dissolved as Michael continued his mouth assault. His tongue continued tasting her skin as he approached the slopes of her breasts, Isabel moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around, sucking on the tip gently, delighting in her moaning and the clutching of the satin sheets with one hand.
Her breast felt cold as he left trailing down her stomach, stopping at her naval where he kissed it before rimming it with his tongue causing her to inhale sharply. His lips continued to kiss her flesh; slowly moving even further downward they soon came upon the mound that he climbed with glee as he found the valley in-between.
His lips and tongue continued their slow torturous journey, searching for the secret hidden core, a treasure of pleasures that when unlocked hurls her into a frenzy. The moans became louder as Michael neared the spot; Isabel began to thrash on the bed, her hands now firmly interlaced with his hair. He lightly kissed the center, as Isabel arched up, pleading for more with her body. Again, he kissed, gently stoking the fire, blowing on the embers as it roared into life. Finally she could stand it no longer as she thrust her hips upwards, holding his hair as she forced him to her apex. Michael smiled at her impetuous behavior, which he rewarded by sinking his tongue deeply into her core, withdrawing only to lap his way through her folds seeking the nub of heated desire.
Isabel tasted like fresh flowers; her scent was overpowering Michael as she spread her legs even further to accommodate his body. He held her ass firmly pulling her into him as he simulated the pulsating erotic movements, which would follow shortly. He captured her clitoris in his teeth as she exploded with a loud moan,
Isabel pulled on his hair, interlocking it within her finger, as she moaned, hearing him sigh in pleasure against her lower lips. His tongue lips was again on her sensitized clitoris, exploring its wonders, leaving her in a world of indescribable pleasures that moved through her body in one wave after another. Isabel gave into the feeling, as she drowned in the sea of luxury: wanton lust, heated desire, fevered passion, fuckable sex.
"Michael,” she cried out, allowing him to know the intensity of her pleasure. Repeatedly she called out his name as his kissed, sucked, stroked, and fucked her. She felt the beginnings of her climax, she was teetering on the edge, ready to come, wanting so bad to come, needing to come. However, Michael denied he that pleasure as he changed tactics causing her emotional level to drop and then rise again. Three times, he brought her to the end; three times, he denied her the pleasure of fulfillment.
Isabel bucked and raised her hips up as Michael continued to tease and frustrate her. She let go of his hair only to grasp the iron worked headboard behind her as she started to thrashed her hips back and forth, she need to come. She was pushing back and forth fucking Michael’s fingers inside of her. He took one last small nip at her clit before he raised his head and smirked at her, he was supremely satisfied.
With a slight movement, Michael brought his cock up to her wet entrance, the surrounding flesh twitched hungrily as he held her in place as she tried to impale herself upon it. He rubbed it back and forth against her lips as Isabel moved involuntarily trying to capture the prize, yet Michael would teasingly move in a different direction. Each time she tried to realign herself up with the head of his cock, Michael would move backward, or side to side to thwart her actions.
"What do you want?" Michael asked innocently.
"Put it in!" She said in a rasping hoarse voice, deepened with lust.
“Put what in?” Michael let the head just barley slide in before retreating, “Tell me what is it that you want?”
"Fuck me!" Isabel screamed as Michael’s once again entered and back out. "Fuck me again and again!”
With that, he buried his cock, filling her to the hilt.
"Oh fuck!" she heard herself cry out, giving into the madness, the desire that had ravished her from the inside out.
Michael pushed in and out forcibly with intent and determination. The speed increased with each thrust as he began to maintain a deep penetration. They bought were on the brink one following the other into the blackness as he erupted into her, filling her with his seed.
Coming off their alien high, Isabel shook Michael awake. “Michael we need..” he shut her up with another kiss, drawing her down onto the bed once again under him, “Michael!”
“Not now!”
She pushed him off her. “Yes now.”
Michael rolled onto one side pushing his upper torso with his elbow. “Okay what?”
“You will tell Maria today or this is the last time we will meet,” Isabel stated bluntly.
“Isabel… what? I can’t do that just like that!” Michael shouted coming up off the bed to a sitting position.
“You will. I will not be your mistress; I am your wife and demand my rights.”
“Isabel she will leave me.” Michael began to rub the back of his neck, “I can’t”
“That I cannot help. If she is strong she will stay and work things out. If not...oh well,” Isabel stood up and picked up the fur cape, the dim light glowed off her skin, as Michael looked at her womanhood, desire building in him again. She turned the cape back into her work clothes. “I mean it. Tonight you will tell her. Or I will.” Isabel eyes turned to black as she dared Michael to speak.
Michael watched as she turned the elegant room that had catered to their sexual desires and fantasies back into the drab, cheap motel room. He got up and put his clothes on, he knew she was right he needed to tell Maria it was not fair to her.
He also knew when she found out he was sleeping with Isabel; Maria would cut off his cock and feed it the stray dog outside their apartment complex. How could he explain Rath and Vilandra it was all so strange even to him.
Isabel opened the motel door and Michael walked out. He climbed onto his bike as Isabel exited the room. She walked over and gave him a seductive kiss letting her hands knead his crotch. Then she headed back to work, letting him go home to grab some food before he headed for the bartending job that night. Neither of them saw the small blonde wisp of hair that the wind stirred up as the cold green eyes watched the display.
~The Chasm laughs as the Thread of Life overhead dangles precariously~
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 1 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ All Good Things Come to an End ~
Timeline: Late September
“You can't spend love; you can't lend love you must end love when the chips are down!” “Empty Pockets Filled With Love” by Perry Como
“Hey Mary is not that your husband waiting?” remarked Rosa as she looked out the motel window.
Mary turned around to see him straddling his motorcycle, dressed in black; his blonde hair glistened in the sunlight. The motel’s name, The Evergreen Pine Motel, reflected in his sunglasses.
“Yeah, for his afternoon kiss,” taunted John as he swept up the floor. “Bet he would prefer an afternoon quickie.”
“Husband, I am not sure anymore,” Mary sighed. “We barely see each other lately, with my job here and him working days at construction and nights as a bouncer.”
“Go on girl,” giggled Rosa, “you have an hour’s break and maybe a little more. You work so fast we are always caught up.”
“Sure you guys don’t mind?”
“No, you two barely see each other, that is no way to run a marriage. Is it John?”
John flashed his wife a smile, “No, number 31 is opened; just clean it when you are finished.” He threw Mary the key, “Have fun and don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.” John winked and went off whistling.
Mary turned, graciously exited the motel and indicated to her husband to follow her. She opened the door, drew the drapes, and entered the room while he parked his bike off to the side, hidden from view.
He entered the darkened room, closing the door behind him; the room had a facelift, the bed covered in black and red satin, perfumed whisped throughout the air, while seductive tribal music played quietly in the background.
"You made it!" she breathed into his ear from behind, as he felt soft fur rub up against him, she had changed into a white fur cape that flowed to the ground.
Michael turned around, "I told you I would be here," he said soothingly. She felt the briefest of touch as their lips met in the dark. "Nothing would keep me from being here with you," he added. "No construction site is worth missing our time together!"
She kissed him with great passion, pressing her body into his. Michael’s hand slipped inside the fur cape, searching her body, pleasantly surprised to find very little amount of cloth under his talented fingertips.
“Fuck I always like you in fur,” he growled into her ear, kissing her deeply.
She ended the kiss and stepped back, Isabel slowly let the fur drop down her body exposing the very skimpy red lace teddy that hugged her body, exposing her flesh in just the right areas. Michael mouth dropped opened as he devoured every inch of her beautiful body, his throat swallowed hard, his tongue absentmindedly darted out to lick his lips as he took a deep breath before he pulled her into him.
“Holy fuck, you are beautiful.”
They kissed as their hands roamed all over their bodies. The fur cape fell to the floor in a heap, Michael pulled her into his strong powerful arms even tighter, as if he was afraid she would vanish if he just loosened the grip for a second.
"It's been too long," Michael, whispered his voice thick with lust, his hand already teasing a nipple through he lace material. "Too fucking long," he added emphasizing the desire he felt deep inside for her: the need, the want, the burning, the ice.
"Yes,” Isabel moaned softly into his ear. “Way too long,” as their lips met, tongues danced. Her nipple grew hard under his fingertips, as she could feel the lace dampen between her legs.
They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, oblivious to the sounds outside; the passing of cars as they entered or left the parking lot, doors slamming shut, kids screaming, men talking loudly one to another. For them, only the sound of their breathing could be heard, the excitement was escalating as Michael drew his hands all over her body tracing the pattern of the lace, feeling a bit of flesh here and there through an opening.
Following the curves of her body Michael ran his fingers along her sides as the shape evolved into that of her firm ass as he held the cheeks firmly pressing her into him, where she could feel through his jeans a very prominent bulge.
“I fucking want you so bad,” choked out Michael as he ground his hips into her.
Isabel reached for his belt, easing down his zipper while inserting her hand greedily into the opening, as his cock sprung free. She stoked the long thick length listening to him growl with pleasure. She spread the pre-cum over the tip, as she continued her ministrations, speeding up slightly as he moaned against her skin. His finger had found the material wet between her legs as he started to stroke the protruding lips, spread apart by the tight fabric.
Isabel felt her legs weaken, as he forced herself to remain standing. The fire inside her was growing finally desire overtook her. "Make love to me," she whimpered. "Fuck me, Please...now!"
Michael drew her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. Kicking off his pants and shorts, he straddled her. She reached up; unbuttoning his buttons, dropping it down his shoulders, then balling it up threw it out of her way. Her hands roamed across his chest, construction work had built strong muscles, as they twitched and flexed under her touch.
Michael bent down, kissed her lips running his tongue into her mouth, as he slowly dropped the shoulder strings down the milky white shoulders exposing her firm round breasts. Michael slowly slipped his lips down her neck and shoulders as Isabel arched and twisted her hands in his hair. Her outfit slowly dissolved as Michael continued his mouth assault. His tongue continued tasting her skin as he approached the slopes of her breasts, Isabel moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around, sucking on the tip gently, delighting in her moaning and the clutching of the satin sheets with one hand.
Her breast felt cold as he left trailing down her stomach, stopping at her naval where he kissed it before rimming it with his tongue causing her to inhale sharply. His lips continued to kiss her flesh; slowly moving even further downward they soon came upon the mound that he climbed with glee as he found the valley in-between.
His lips and tongue continued their slow torturous journey, searching for the secret hidden core, a treasure of pleasures that when unlocked hurls her into a frenzy. The moans became louder as Michael neared the spot; Isabel began to thrash on the bed, her hands now firmly interlaced with his hair. He lightly kissed the center, as Isabel arched up, pleading for more with her body. Again, he kissed, gently stoking the fire, blowing on the embers as it roared into life. Finally she could stand it no longer as she thrust her hips upwards, holding his hair as she forced him to her apex. Michael smiled at her impetuous behavior, which he rewarded by sinking his tongue deeply into her core, withdrawing only to lap his way through her folds seeking the nub of heated desire.
Isabel tasted like fresh flowers; her scent was overpowering Michael as she spread her legs even further to accommodate his body. He held her ass firmly pulling her into him as he simulated the pulsating erotic movements, which would follow shortly. He captured her clitoris in his teeth as she exploded with a loud moan,
Isabel pulled on his hair, interlocking it within her finger, as she moaned, hearing him sigh in pleasure against her lower lips. His tongue lips was again on her sensitized clitoris, exploring its wonders, leaving her in a world of indescribable pleasures that moved through her body in one wave after another. Isabel gave into the feeling, as she drowned in the sea of luxury: wanton lust, heated desire, fevered passion, fuckable sex.
"Michael,” she cried out, allowing him to know the intensity of her pleasure. Repeatedly she called out his name as his kissed, sucked, stroked, and fucked her. She felt the beginnings of her climax, she was teetering on the edge, ready to come, wanting so bad to come, needing to come. However, Michael denied he that pleasure as he changed tactics causing her emotional level to drop and then rise again. Three times, he brought her to the end; three times, he denied her the pleasure of fulfillment.
Isabel bucked and raised her hips up as Michael continued to tease and frustrate her. She let go of his hair only to grasp the iron worked headboard behind her as she started to thrashed her hips back and forth, she need to come. She was pushing back and forth fucking Michael’s fingers inside of her. He took one last small nip at her clit before he raised his head and smirked at her, he was supremely satisfied.
With a slight movement, Michael brought his cock up to her wet entrance, the surrounding flesh twitched hungrily as he held her in place as she tried to impale herself upon it. He rubbed it back and forth against her lips as Isabel moved involuntarily trying to capture the prize, yet Michael would teasingly move in a different direction. Each time she tried to realign herself up with the head of his cock, Michael would move backward, or side to side to thwart her actions.
"What do you want?" Michael asked innocently.
"Put it in!" She said in a rasping hoarse voice, deepened with lust.
“Put what in?” Michael let the head just barley slide in before retreating, “Tell me what is it that you want?”
"Fuck me!" Isabel screamed as Michael’s once again entered and back out. "Fuck me again and again!”
With that, he buried his cock, filling her to the hilt.
"Oh fuck!" she heard herself cry out, giving into the madness, the desire that had ravished her from the inside out.
Michael pushed in and out forcibly with intent and determination. The speed increased with each thrust as he began to maintain a deep penetration. They bought were on the brink one following the other into the blackness as he erupted into her, filling her with his seed.
Coming off their alien high, Isabel shook Michael awake. “Michael we need..” he shut her up with another kiss, drawing her down onto the bed once again under him, “Michael!”
“Not now!”
She pushed him off her. “Yes now.”
Michael rolled onto one side pushing his upper torso with his elbow. “Okay what?”
“You will tell Maria today or this is the last time we will meet,” Isabel stated bluntly.
“Isabel… what? I can’t do that just like that!” Michael shouted coming up off the bed to a sitting position.
“You will. I will not be your mistress; I am your wife and demand my rights.”
“Isabel she will leave me.” Michael began to rub the back of his neck, “I can’t”
“That I cannot help. If she is strong she will stay and work things out. If not...oh well,” Isabel stood up and picked up the fur cape, the dim light glowed off her skin, as Michael looked at her womanhood, desire building in him again. She turned the cape back into her work clothes. “I mean it. Tonight you will tell her. Or I will.” Isabel eyes turned to black as she dared Michael to speak.
Michael watched as she turned the elegant room that had catered to their sexual desires and fantasies back into the drab, cheap motel room. He got up and put his clothes on, he knew she was right he needed to tell Maria it was not fair to her.
He also knew when she found out he was sleeping with Isabel; Maria would cut off his cock and feed it the stray dog outside their apartment complex. How could he explain Rath and Vilandra it was all so strange even to him.
Isabel opened the motel door and Michael walked out. He climbed onto his bike as Isabel exited the room. She walked over and gave him a seductive kiss letting her hands knead his crotch. Then she headed back to work, letting him go home to grab some food before he headed for the bartending job that night. Neither of them saw the small blonde wisp of hair that the wind stirred up as the cold green eyes watched the display.
~The Chasm laughs as the Thread of Life overhead dangles precariously~
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 2 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ The Truth ~
Timeline: Late That Afternoon
“Tell me, oh that it's not true. Tell me, that you too still love me. Tell me, that we'll be in love forever.” “Je Ne Peux Pas T'en Vouloir” by Dusty Springfield
Michael arrived at the apartment complex, walking up the steps to the door, he had a foreboding feeling but cast it away as he entered the empty apartment and made way for his room. Grabbing a new set of clothes, he took a shower and dressed. Coming out of the bathroom he practically ran into Maria standing in the hallway, staring at the door.
“Maria!” he exclaimed, “You almost gave me a heart attack.” Michael tried to kiss her forehead but she stepped back and retreated to the front room. Michael followed her watching as she stopped and leaned against the metal pole that supposedly divided the front room from the dining room.
Michael knew something was up she was acting different. He proceeded to the kitchen to make a sandwich, before he reported to work.
“So how was work today?” drifted Maria’s voice over the refrigerator door. Michael looked up his mouth full of extra sharp cheddar cheese.
Turning he saw her glaring at him. “Fine, like usual.”
“Like usual huh?” retorted Maria.
“Yeah,” Michael drawled as he placed some cheese and turkey on bread stuffing his mouth while standing by the counter. “How was yours?” he ventured a question.
“Oh mine?” Maria pointed to herself, “was interesting. I got off early before 11.” She paused as she eyeballed her two timing husband before dropping the death blow. “Since I was done for the day, I thought that Isabel would like to go to lunch. It has been a long time for just the two of us to talk.”
Michael dropped a hand on the counter steadying himself.
“Took a while to find the motel she worked at, guess I heard the name wrong. It wasn’t the Pine Tree inn, but The Evergreen Pine Motel. I arrived just in time to see her leave the office.”
He put the other hand down on the counter, facing it, bracing himself for what he knew was coming. He could not look at her, he knew her eyes were hurt and anger raged in her body.
“Imagine my surprise when I saw a black and silver motorcycle; a much blonder Michael look-alike follow her into a room.”
Michael finally got the nerve to look over at Maria, tears had already streaked her face, her eyes were glowing green; green with venom, green with hatred, green with scorn.
“A room that they did not exit until over 90 minutes later. This much blonder Michael look-alike got on a black Harley. Imagine my shock when Isabel came up to this blonder Michael look-alike and kissed him, caressing his cock through his jeans. That blonder Michael look-alike was no doppelganger or your dupe. It was you Michael,” Maria spat out the last words with poison.
"Baby, I'm ... I didn't . I'm sorry," stuttered Michel. “Maria please understand.”
“Understand? What? That you are a two timing unfaithful dog.”
“Maria I... I can explain!" he said, “it was Rath and…”
“Rath! What a joke. Every time something goes wrong, you three use your alter alias as an excuses. Well that bub just won’t cut it in this case.”
“Maria you have to listen to me.”
“Me? Why should I listen to you…you…” the front door suddenly opened as Kyle walked in.
Maria covered her face with her hands. "How could you do this to me?" Her voice was shaky.
Kyle looked at the two; you could see they were in a mist of a fight. Since that, was not uncommon Kyle just walked past and got some orange juice out, poured a glass, and sat on the sofa watching this evening’s entertainment.
“Maria you have to…”
Maria’s head shot up, “I have to nothing you… you … dirty loathsome fucking alien whore.”
Kyle eyes shot up, ‘this was getting good,’ he thought.
“Maria…”
“Maria nothing, you fucking bastard. How long has this been going on?”
“It’s like I don't have much control since Rath…”
“Oh yessss of course, blame Rath, your evil twin. How simply priceless: Rath made me do it, Rath wanted to, Rath did it.” mocked Maria. “So whose cock did he use his or yours?”
‘Whoa,’ Kyle thought, ‘what the hell is going on?’
“Maria you know there is only me, but I have memories…”
Maria stood away from the pole and started to pace
“Memories oh yes memories of you and her fucking up on the hill; memories, dreams, destinies. What a lot of bull.”
Kyle now had a good idea what the discussion was, as he figured it, about Michael kissing Isabel at that rest stop a couple of months back.
“I cannot control…”
“Well that is obvious or we would not be having this conversation,” huffed Maria as she sat down on the edge of the sofa.
Michael was running his hands through his hair, he looked like hell had just stamped all over his face. “Maria you have…”
“I do not have to anything Michael Guerin. I am not the one fucking Isabel day and night!”
Kyle almost choked on his juice as he heard those words His mouth dropped opened. “What did you say?”
“You heard me Kyle. I caught Michael and Isabel shacking up at the motel where she works, they were fucking like bunnies. Right Michael?”
Michael looked dumbstruck, he knew he was guilty ad could not deny the fact that he and Isabel were having sex, not sleeping together, no that was a phrase, they were having full blown wild orgy sex.
“Is that true Michael?” Kyle stood up looking at Michael. “Are you and Isabel having an affair?” Kyle could not believe his ears.
“It is not what you guys think. Vilandra...”
“Oh yesss…” Maria got off the sofa and began to pace again, her arms flinging up and down in the air, “Here we go again Vilandra and Rath, their destined to be together…”
“I did not say we were destined Maria” just then the door opened and Max and Liz walked into the battle zone.
“Hey we could hear you guys in the hallway. Keep it down okay,” said Max.
“Well maybe you should tell your own species there,” pointing a finger towards Michael, “to keep his cock in his pants and then I wouldn’t have to YELL,” screamed Maria.
Max looked flabbergasted at her outburst and choice of words. He looked over to Michael whose face was the poster for guilt. “What is going on? Michael?”
“Max it’s nothing. I…”
“Oh that is great, perfectly great. You fucking around is nothing. Great just…”
“Shut up Maria…”
“Me shut up? Maybe you should learn the fine art of zipping your pants up.”
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Max came over to Michael and took him by the arm off to the side, “Michael what is going on?”
“Maria is mad.”
“Yeah that is obvious. What is she mad about?”
“Well,” Michael rubbed the back of his neck. “That is hard to explain.”
“Michael?”
“She found out about me and Isabel.”
Max narrowed his eyes, “You mean about you and Isabel’s having sex together.”
Michael looked at Max shocked; his mouth just hung open no words came out.
“Yes I know, every since that little motorcycle wrong way story.”
“Max I …”
“Don’t Max me. I am not happy about the situation but I do understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, Zan has been having a great time with me also.” Max heard Liz gasp as he looked over in her direction. “It would seem that Liz is on the secret.”
“You know about Rath?” Michael looked at Max deep into his eyes, “I am sorry I should have told you about him.”
‘No it is okay; I thought I was going over the deep end myself.”
“I cannot help it, I want and need Vilandra, you remember. Don’t you how I need her and y…” Michael stopped in mid-word, how could he ever tell Max he needed him also. He was so fucking messed up. ”Rath has almost completely integrated with me.”
“I see, well they are married, but you are also married to Maria.”
“I know.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well I would wait until the steam quits coming out of her head before you try and explain the whole evil alien taking over my body routine.”
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When Max took off to the side, Liz took the opportunity to close in on Maria. “Maria what is going on? What did Michael do?”
Maria was crying, “Oh Liz it is terrible.”
“Shhh now,”Liz held her friend in her arms. “Tell me what happened. Did Michael hurt you?”
“Yes, he tore my heart out.”
“What?”
“He is sleeping with Isabel that is what.” Maria’s tear filled eyes glared in Michael’s direction.
Liz let out a loud gasp and Max looked up in her direction.
“Oh no. Are you sure?”
“Yes caught them outside the motel, they were kissing and she had her hand on his cock stroking it through his jeans.”
“Oh Maria I am so sorry.”
Maria started to cry again as Liz held her even tighter.
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While Michael was in consoling with Max and Liz soothed Maria, the door opened once more and Isabel walked in. Maria looked up her face was stained with tears, her eyes red and swollen. Michael also turned his head; guilt in big letters was burned across his face.
“Why don’t you ask your husband stealing sister for clarification,” spitted out Maria.
Isabel held her head up and closed the door she knew what had happened. ‘It is good that Maria now knows,’ thought Isabel as she took a seat on the sofa, while Michael slid down the metal pole to sit on the floor.
“Isabel tell me it is not true?” pleaded Kyle.
Max turned and walked towards Isabel, “We need to talk.”
“I see that it is out in the open,” Isabel finally spoke.
“You husband stealing whore,” Maria screamed at her trying to get out of Liz’s clutches to tear out her hair.
“I allowed you to live Maria do not tempt me,” Isabel said her eyes turning black.
Michael rose from the floor, “Vilandra you will not dare touch Maria in any harmful manner.” Isabel just looked away,”Do you hear me?”
“I said I would not hurt her for you, but do not push me Rath, my husband, I have a short fuse these days.”
“Husband? What the hell did you say?” Maria’s jaw dropped “Did she say husband Liz?”
“Yes Maria,” Liz held Maria even tighter and stroked her back.
“Yes husband, and if anyone stole anything it was you who stole mine.” Isabel stated.
“Yours? Why you fluff up piece of alien trash…” Maria leapt forward and Kyle came up and helped hold her back with Liz.
“Max do something about your sister,” yelled Liz struggling with Maria.
“Me? About Isabel? Why? She is married to Rath. She has rights and can demand them.” Max declared.
“Rights are you crazy Max your sister stole Maria’s husband.”
“No, she did not Liz, they,” he pointed with his fingers indicating Michael and Isabel, “are still married according to Antarian law.”
“It is up to me to allow Rath to take another wife and me alone.” Isabel held her head up; the Vilandra inside her was not giving up Michael or her heritage. “
"Why you piece of dirt..” Liz whispered in Kyle’s ear, and before Maria could utter another syllable Kyle threw Maria over his shoulder, with Liz in tow they took Maria to her bedroom. He threw her in and locked the door with Liz inside. Kyle took a placed against the door, then shrugged his shoulders, “Figured she needed to calm down.”
“Michael you go to work. I will speak with you later,” ordered Max
“Max!”
“Go!”
“All right,” Michael shoved his hands in his pocket and started towards Isabel, “Isabel I…”
“Michael now,” Max’s voice boomed he was not to be tested right now.
Michael growled in audible tones for all to hear as he stomped out of the door.
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The next three weeks were hell. Everyone in the apartment was under a great deal of strain, Liz ordered Max to throw Michael out of the apartment, something he refused to do. Therefore, Liz packed her bags and went to stay with Maria in her room.
Max was upset that Liz blamed Isabel for the problems between Michael and Maria. After all Liz and the rest had to accept, they were aliens and their bodies and minds worked differently. It was a part of them. The one thing though that Max was truly impressed with was the wide variety of names Maria came up with for Michael and or his actions. Some were very ingenious, and if the whole situation weren’t so serious he would laugh out loud every time she used one.
Kyle kept his options opened; he could not fathom what had happened with Isabel to lead her into an affair. He tried on various times to console Isabel; he was still in lust with her, his own personal fantasy. At night he slept outside her door, Maria was safe from Michael with Liz in her room, so he decided to guard Isabel. Michael was not pleased when he came in one morning at 3 am to find Kyle at her door.
“What the fuck are you doing Valenti?”
“Making sure you do not bother Isabel or Maria?”
“I warn you Valenti if you even think about my wife in any fashion I will rip your heart out and shove it, still beating, down your throat.”
“And which wife would that be Michael?” sniped Kyle.
“Both!” Michael shot back as the wall sconce exploded over Kyle’s head.
“Michael, Kyle quiet! What is going on?” Max asked sleepily as he came out of his room.
“Nothing,” Michael snarled as he left the apartment to sleep in the van
Michael was doing that a lot lately, sleeping in the van or sometimes he just slept at the bar while the girls were entertaining private parties. He was still working at the construction during the day picking up another shift on his off days. He rarely showed up at the apartment anymore, sometimes for as long as five days went by before Max or one of the girls saw him. Maria was still just as furious when she spied out his body, readied for a new quiver of poisoned arrows.
Finally, things started to settle down a little bit. Maria was no longer using a string of nonsense vocabulary when Isabel walked into the room. Now they just stared at each other, each hidden behind her ice dam.
“Maria!” Max walked into the kitchen one morning early. “How are you doing?”
“How do you think Max?” Maria wiped her eyes; “My husband is having an affair, not just with anyone. No! A supermodel alien.”
“Maria, I understand…”
“No Max you don’t understand. You cheated on Liz with Tess. Michael cheated on me. It is different for us women. To you men it is just another notch in the bedpost. No one has ever committed adultery on you. Have they?”
Maria grabbed her coffee mug and headed out the door to work. Max just sat there, deep in thought, as past visions began to infiltrate his consciousness. The cup Max was holding shattered in his hand spilling the contents onto the floor below. He could see it so clearly, the Water Palace, the bedroom, the sheets, the voices, Rath’s voice.
~The Chasm opened its gates to hell itself ~
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ The Truth ~
Timeline: Late That Afternoon
“Tell me, oh that it's not true. Tell me, that you too still love me. Tell me, that we'll be in love forever.” “Je Ne Peux Pas T'en Vouloir” by Dusty Springfield
Michael arrived at the apartment complex, walking up the steps to the door, he had a foreboding feeling but cast it away as he entered the empty apartment and made way for his room. Grabbing a new set of clothes, he took a shower and dressed. Coming out of the bathroom he practically ran into Maria standing in the hallway, staring at the door.
“Maria!” he exclaimed, “You almost gave me a heart attack.” Michael tried to kiss her forehead but she stepped back and retreated to the front room. Michael followed her watching as she stopped and leaned against the metal pole that supposedly divided the front room from the dining room.
Michael knew something was up she was acting different. He proceeded to the kitchen to make a sandwich, before he reported to work.
“So how was work today?” drifted Maria’s voice over the refrigerator door. Michael looked up his mouth full of extra sharp cheddar cheese.
Turning he saw her glaring at him. “Fine, like usual.”
“Like usual huh?” retorted Maria.
“Yeah,” Michael drawled as he placed some cheese and turkey on bread stuffing his mouth while standing by the counter. “How was yours?” he ventured a question.
“Oh mine?” Maria pointed to herself, “was interesting. I got off early before 11.” She paused as she eyeballed her two timing husband before dropping the death blow. “Since I was done for the day, I thought that Isabel would like to go to lunch. It has been a long time for just the two of us to talk.”
Michael dropped a hand on the counter steadying himself.
“Took a while to find the motel she worked at, guess I heard the name wrong. It wasn’t the Pine Tree inn, but The Evergreen Pine Motel. I arrived just in time to see her leave the office.”
He put the other hand down on the counter, facing it, bracing himself for what he knew was coming. He could not look at her, he knew her eyes were hurt and anger raged in her body.
“Imagine my surprise when I saw a black and silver motorcycle; a much blonder Michael look-alike follow her into a room.”
Michael finally got the nerve to look over at Maria, tears had already streaked her face, her eyes were glowing green; green with venom, green with hatred, green with scorn.
“A room that they did not exit until over 90 minutes later. This much blonder Michael look-alike got on a black Harley. Imagine my shock when Isabel came up to this blonder Michael look-alike and kissed him, caressing his cock through his jeans. That blonder Michael look-alike was no doppelganger or your dupe. It was you Michael,” Maria spat out the last words with poison.
"Baby, I'm ... I didn't . I'm sorry," stuttered Michel. “Maria please understand.”
“Understand? What? That you are a two timing unfaithful dog.”
“Maria I... I can explain!" he said, “it was Rath and…”
“Rath! What a joke. Every time something goes wrong, you three use your alter alias as an excuses. Well that bub just won’t cut it in this case.”
“Maria you have to listen to me.”
“Me? Why should I listen to you…you…” the front door suddenly opened as Kyle walked in.
Maria covered her face with her hands. "How could you do this to me?" Her voice was shaky.
Kyle looked at the two; you could see they were in a mist of a fight. Since that, was not uncommon Kyle just walked past and got some orange juice out, poured a glass, and sat on the sofa watching this evening’s entertainment.
“Maria you have to…”
Maria’s head shot up, “I have to nothing you… you … dirty loathsome fucking alien whore.”
Kyle eyes shot up, ‘this was getting good,’ he thought.
“Maria…”
“Maria nothing, you fucking bastard. How long has this been going on?”
“It’s like I don't have much control since Rath…”
“Oh yessss of course, blame Rath, your evil twin. How simply priceless: Rath made me do it, Rath wanted to, Rath did it.” mocked Maria. “So whose cock did he use his or yours?”
‘Whoa,’ Kyle thought, ‘what the hell is going on?’
“Maria you know there is only me, but I have memories…”
Maria stood away from the pole and started to pace
“Memories oh yes memories of you and her fucking up on the hill; memories, dreams, destinies. What a lot of bull.”
Kyle now had a good idea what the discussion was, as he figured it, about Michael kissing Isabel at that rest stop a couple of months back.
“I cannot control…”
“Well that is obvious or we would not be having this conversation,” huffed Maria as she sat down on the edge of the sofa.
Michael was running his hands through his hair, he looked like hell had just stamped all over his face. “Maria you have…”
“I do not have to anything Michael Guerin. I am not the one fucking Isabel day and night!”
Kyle almost choked on his juice as he heard those words His mouth dropped opened. “What did you say?”
“You heard me Kyle. I caught Michael and Isabel shacking up at the motel where she works, they were fucking like bunnies. Right Michael?”
Michael looked dumbstruck, he knew he was guilty ad could not deny the fact that he and Isabel were having sex, not sleeping together, no that was a phrase, they were having full blown wild orgy sex.
“Is that true Michael?” Kyle stood up looking at Michael. “Are you and Isabel having an affair?” Kyle could not believe his ears.
“It is not what you guys think. Vilandra...”
“Oh yesss…” Maria got off the sofa and began to pace again, her arms flinging up and down in the air, “Here we go again Vilandra and Rath, their destined to be together…”
“I did not say we were destined Maria” just then the door opened and Max and Liz walked into the battle zone.
“Hey we could hear you guys in the hallway. Keep it down okay,” said Max.
“Well maybe you should tell your own species there,” pointing a finger towards Michael, “to keep his cock in his pants and then I wouldn’t have to YELL,” screamed Maria.
Max looked flabbergasted at her outburst and choice of words. He looked over to Michael whose face was the poster for guilt. “What is going on? Michael?”
“Max it’s nothing. I…”
“Oh that is great, perfectly great. You fucking around is nothing. Great just…”
“Shut up Maria…”
“Me shut up? Maybe you should learn the fine art of zipping your pants up.”
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Max came over to Michael and took him by the arm off to the side, “Michael what is going on?”
“Maria is mad.”
“Yeah that is obvious. What is she mad about?”
“Well,” Michael rubbed the back of his neck. “That is hard to explain.”
“Michael?”
“She found out about me and Isabel.”
Max narrowed his eyes, “You mean about you and Isabel’s having sex together.”
Michael looked at Max shocked; his mouth just hung open no words came out.
“Yes I know, every since that little motorcycle wrong way story.”
“Max I …”
“Don’t Max me. I am not happy about the situation but I do understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, Zan has been having a great time with me also.” Max heard Liz gasp as he looked over in her direction. “It would seem that Liz is on the secret.”
“You know about Rath?” Michael looked at Max deep into his eyes, “I am sorry I should have told you about him.”
‘No it is okay; I thought I was going over the deep end myself.”
“I cannot help it, I want and need Vilandra, you remember. Don’t you how I need her and y…” Michael stopped in mid-word, how could he ever tell Max he needed him also. He was so fucking messed up. ”Rath has almost completely integrated with me.”
“I see, well they are married, but you are also married to Maria.”
“I know.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well I would wait until the steam quits coming out of her head before you try and explain the whole evil alien taking over my body routine.”
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When Max took off to the side, Liz took the opportunity to close in on Maria. “Maria what is going on? What did Michael do?”
Maria was crying, “Oh Liz it is terrible.”
“Shhh now,”Liz held her friend in her arms. “Tell me what happened. Did Michael hurt you?”
“Yes, he tore my heart out.”
“What?”
“He is sleeping with Isabel that is what.” Maria’s tear filled eyes glared in Michael’s direction.
Liz let out a loud gasp and Max looked up in her direction.
“Oh no. Are you sure?”
“Yes caught them outside the motel, they were kissing and she had her hand on his cock stroking it through his jeans.”
“Oh Maria I am so sorry.”
Maria started to cry again as Liz held her even tighter.
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While Michael was in consoling with Max and Liz soothed Maria, the door opened once more and Isabel walked in. Maria looked up her face was stained with tears, her eyes red and swollen. Michael also turned his head; guilt in big letters was burned across his face.
“Why don’t you ask your husband stealing sister for clarification,” spitted out Maria.
Isabel held her head up and closed the door she knew what had happened. ‘It is good that Maria now knows,’ thought Isabel as she took a seat on the sofa, while Michael slid down the metal pole to sit on the floor.
“Isabel tell me it is not true?” pleaded Kyle.
Max turned and walked towards Isabel, “We need to talk.”
“I see that it is out in the open,” Isabel finally spoke.
“You husband stealing whore,” Maria screamed at her trying to get out of Liz’s clutches to tear out her hair.
“I allowed you to live Maria do not tempt me,” Isabel said her eyes turning black.
Michael rose from the floor, “Vilandra you will not dare touch Maria in any harmful manner.” Isabel just looked away,”Do you hear me?”
“I said I would not hurt her for you, but do not push me Rath, my husband, I have a short fuse these days.”
“Husband? What the hell did you say?” Maria’s jaw dropped “Did she say husband Liz?”
“Yes Maria,” Liz held Maria even tighter and stroked her back.
“Yes husband, and if anyone stole anything it was you who stole mine.” Isabel stated.
“Yours? Why you fluff up piece of alien trash…” Maria leapt forward and Kyle came up and helped hold her back with Liz.
“Max do something about your sister,” yelled Liz struggling with Maria.
“Me? About Isabel? Why? She is married to Rath. She has rights and can demand them.” Max declared.
“Rights are you crazy Max your sister stole Maria’s husband.”
“No, she did not Liz, they,” he pointed with his fingers indicating Michael and Isabel, “are still married according to Antarian law.”
“It is up to me to allow Rath to take another wife and me alone.” Isabel held her head up; the Vilandra inside her was not giving up Michael or her heritage. “
"Why you piece of dirt..” Liz whispered in Kyle’s ear, and before Maria could utter another syllable Kyle threw Maria over his shoulder, with Liz in tow they took Maria to her bedroom. He threw her in and locked the door with Liz inside. Kyle took a placed against the door, then shrugged his shoulders, “Figured she needed to calm down.”
“Michael you go to work. I will speak with you later,” ordered Max
“Max!”
“Go!”
“All right,” Michael shoved his hands in his pocket and started towards Isabel, “Isabel I…”
“Michael now,” Max’s voice boomed he was not to be tested right now.
Michael growled in audible tones for all to hear as he stomped out of the door.
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The next three weeks were hell. Everyone in the apartment was under a great deal of strain, Liz ordered Max to throw Michael out of the apartment, something he refused to do. Therefore, Liz packed her bags and went to stay with Maria in her room.
Max was upset that Liz blamed Isabel for the problems between Michael and Maria. After all Liz and the rest had to accept, they were aliens and their bodies and minds worked differently. It was a part of them. The one thing though that Max was truly impressed with was the wide variety of names Maria came up with for Michael and or his actions. Some were very ingenious, and if the whole situation weren’t so serious he would laugh out loud every time she used one.
Kyle kept his options opened; he could not fathom what had happened with Isabel to lead her into an affair. He tried on various times to console Isabel; he was still in lust with her, his own personal fantasy. At night he slept outside her door, Maria was safe from Michael with Liz in her room, so he decided to guard Isabel. Michael was not pleased when he came in one morning at 3 am to find Kyle at her door.
“What the fuck are you doing Valenti?”
“Making sure you do not bother Isabel or Maria?”
“I warn you Valenti if you even think about my wife in any fashion I will rip your heart out and shove it, still beating, down your throat.”
“And which wife would that be Michael?” sniped Kyle.
“Both!” Michael shot back as the wall sconce exploded over Kyle’s head.
“Michael, Kyle quiet! What is going on?” Max asked sleepily as he came out of his room.
“Nothing,” Michael snarled as he left the apartment to sleep in the van
Michael was doing that a lot lately, sleeping in the van or sometimes he just slept at the bar while the girls were entertaining private parties. He was still working at the construction during the day picking up another shift on his off days. He rarely showed up at the apartment anymore, sometimes for as long as five days went by before Max or one of the girls saw him. Maria was still just as furious when she spied out his body, readied for a new quiver of poisoned arrows.
Finally, things started to settle down a little bit. Maria was no longer using a string of nonsense vocabulary when Isabel walked into the room. Now they just stared at each other, each hidden behind her ice dam.
“Maria!” Max walked into the kitchen one morning early. “How are you doing?”
“How do you think Max?” Maria wiped her eyes; “My husband is having an affair, not just with anyone. No! A supermodel alien.”
“Maria, I understand…”
“No Max you don’t understand. You cheated on Liz with Tess. Michael cheated on me. It is different for us women. To you men it is just another notch in the bedpost. No one has ever committed adultery on you. Have they?”
Maria grabbed her coffee mug and headed out the door to work. Max just sat there, deep in thought, as past visions began to infiltrate his consciousness. The cup Max was holding shattered in his hand spilling the contents onto the floor below. He could see it so clearly, the Water Palace, the bedroom, the sheets, the voices, Rath’s voice.
~The Chasm opened its gates to hell itself ~
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 3 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Vision of the Water Palace ~
Timeline: Same Day
“I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces.” “I'll Be Seeing You” by Billie Holiday
Zan entered the Water Palace from a private entrance located just off the transportation pad outside the Royal suites. It had been three months since Rath had left the Palace of the Silver Rose and was conducting military exercises here on the original home of Antar. The planet, a vast wasteland devoid of life both on land and in the seas, still owned by the House of Rath ever since before Atarh. The Palace was old, technology was rarely used here, instead the people did things in the old ways, a trait of the Kandahar warriors, who protected and trained for war here in their ancient homeland.
Zan climbed the stairs, entering the center hall where state ceremonies were held. He crossed the expanse and climbed up the steps to the throne area, circling behind to find the door to the private areas. Once through the door and a common room, the hallway spilt into three sections, straight ahead up a flight of stairs was the royal chambers. Down the left were the servant quarters and access to the public area of the Palace. The right hallway led to the non-royalty, military personnel, and visitors who were granted occupancy within the Palace walls.
Zan started up the stairs to where Rath’s bedroom would be located, when he heard a noise down the hallway. He stopped for a second, and then started again before he heard the same sound, laughter, Rath’s laugh. Zan backtracked a few steps, turned and walked down the right corridor. He listened intently, hearing nothing, he was beginning to think it was all his imagination, then he heard it again, Rath’s deep voice, his chuckle; those rumblings in his chest when he had sex.
Zan tracked the noises to a choice between three doors. A guard appeared suddenly as he turned the corner and walked straight towards Zan.
“You,” Zan pointed to the guard, “whose quarters are these?” indicating the three doors.
Not recognizing the King, since Zan had chosen to dress like a common person, the guard assumed the man addressing him was an officer in civilian wear. There were plenty of officers in this section of the Palace and right now during the blood-moon festival few wore their uniforms.
“Sir that room,” pointing to the first, “belongs to General Whatall’s, the next is Captain Rapler’s, and the last there is Captain Tran’s.”
“Are any of these men at the Palace?”
“Only Captain Tran, he was out in the training field earlier assisting Commander Rath. He is probably at the blood-moon festival. Do you wish me to send for him?”
“No I will take care of it myself. Thanks.”
“Yes sir.” The guard saluted and continued down the corridor.
Zan placed his hand upon the solid wooden door, concentrating he could sense Rath within. Turning and walking a few feet to Captain Rapler’s door, Zan easily overthrew the seals and entered. Heading straight for the balcony he threw the windows opened wide, the night air was warm, sounds from the festival could be heard in the far distance. Stepping to the side of the balcony it was an easy jump up and over the rails to the next balcony. There Zan cautiously walked over to the doors, concealing himself behind the curtains. The door was a jarred; the inner intricate lattice doors were shut. Zan got closer until he could see through the pattern; the bedroom was small in comparison to the royal suites, it looked like what a Captain would have. Zan heard rustling on the sheets, the light was extinguished; the fireplace cast a glow upon the occupants there within.
‘Why would Rath and Vilandra be here in Captain Tran’s room,’ wondered Zan, ‘and just when did Vilandra leave the Silver Rose.’ Vilandra was still in her office doing some work when Zan secured the secret transportation to come here. Zan knew why he came in secret; after all as a King it was hard to go where he wanted, but Vilandra came at least once a week to the Water Palace, in fact she had been there only a few days prior.
Zan’s thoughts were interrupted by Rath’s deep growl. Zan looked up and saw Rath rise from the bed stretching his back as it arched jutting his bare chest forward. He threw his head back; his long platinum hair fell down his back covering the hawk. His mouth opened as silent words parted his lips. Zan could see he was on his knees, stretching his neck a little further Zan found another hole to see through. Placing his hand with the fingers spread apart over his eyes, he really did not want to see his sister nude, Zan carefully looked at the figure beneath Rath. His hand dropped to his side as Zan found his mouth wide open, gapping at the scene before him.
A dark hair man had his mouth on Rath’s cock sucking it like there was no tomorrow. Rath had intertwined his hands into the black hair, keeping his mouth close in contact with his cock. Zan could not believe his eyes as he watched the young man fucking his confident, the King’s lover, the bond between them was a binding as a marriage even more so. Rath was his, his to fuck not this non-royal. Zan took a deep breath as he got himself under control.
Zan saw Rath shudder and spasm as he came, deep inside the guy’s mouth, he slowly let his muscles loosen. The young captain pulled out from under Rath as he rose up his knees coming head to head with him, he kissed him deeply taking Rath’s tongue into his mouth. Rath moaned and returned the kiss, tasting himself in return. They kissed for the longest time, as Zan felt anger build up in his soul. Finally breaking the kiss, Rath turned the guy around as he gently pushed him onto his knees. Then Zan watched as Rath took his cock and rammed hard into the young captain. Tran yelled as Rath filled him to the end, feeling Rath’s balls slap against his ass. Zan watched as Rath’s cock went in and out of the guy's ass. Rath had his eyes closed enjoying the feeling he pounded into the tight firm hole. “Oh fuck,” Rath, shouted as he came violently into Tran their bodies shook with the orgasm. Slowly Rath pulled Tran down onto his side as he fell onto the coarse cotton sheets. He held his lover in his arms as he passed out.
It was all Zan could do not to attack Rath right there and then. He would wait until Rath returned to the Silver Palace where he could confront him. Zan exited the balcony hopping over to the neighbor’s ledge. Closing the balcony doors, Zan exited the room and headed for his transportation vehicle. The pilot was still there checking out the engine, when Zan walked up ordering him to return at once to Antar.
“You are to tell no one I was ever here, Do you understand? “
“Of course Your Highness,” the pilot affirmed as he climbed into the cockpit.
As they took off, Zan looked down upon the Palace; all he could see was Rath’s face, him moaning in pleasure. What Zan failed to notice was the empty wine bottles on the floor surrounding the bed or the fact that Rath was not forming Tran on his lips but Zan.
~The fire tongues lick their way to the surface ~
Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 3 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Vision of the Water Palace ~
Timeline: Same Day
“I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces.” “I'll Be Seeing You” by Billie Holiday
Zan entered the Water Palace from a private entrance located just off the transportation pad outside the Royal suites. It had been three months since Rath had left the Palace of the Silver Rose and was conducting military exercises here on the original home of Antar. The planet, a vast wasteland devoid of life both on land and in the seas, still owned by the House of Rath ever since before Atarh. The Palace was old, technology was rarely used here, instead the people did things in the old ways, a trait of the Kandahar warriors, who protected and trained for war here in their ancient homeland.
Zan climbed the stairs, entering the center hall where state ceremonies were held. He crossed the expanse and climbed up the steps to the throne area, circling behind to find the door to the private areas. Once through the door and a common room, the hallway spilt into three sections, straight ahead up a flight of stairs was the royal chambers. Down the left were the servant quarters and access to the public area of the Palace. The right hallway led to the non-royalty, military personnel, and visitors who were granted occupancy within the Palace walls.
Zan started up the stairs to where Rath’s bedroom would be located, when he heard a noise down the hallway. He stopped for a second, and then started again before he heard the same sound, laughter, Rath’s laugh. Zan backtracked a few steps, turned and walked down the right corridor. He listened intently, hearing nothing, he was beginning to think it was all his imagination, then he heard it again, Rath’s deep voice, his chuckle; those rumblings in his chest when he had sex.
Zan tracked the noises to a choice between three doors. A guard appeared suddenly as he turned the corner and walked straight towards Zan.
“You,” Zan pointed to the guard, “whose quarters are these?” indicating the three doors.
Not recognizing the King, since Zan had chosen to dress like a common person, the guard assumed the man addressing him was an officer in civilian wear. There were plenty of officers in this section of the Palace and right now during the blood-moon festival few wore their uniforms.
“Sir that room,” pointing to the first, “belongs to General Whatall’s, the next is Captain Rapler’s, and the last there is Captain Tran’s.”
“Are any of these men at the Palace?”
“Only Captain Tran, he was out in the training field earlier assisting Commander Rath. He is probably at the blood-moon festival. Do you wish me to send for him?”
“No I will take care of it myself. Thanks.”
“Yes sir.” The guard saluted and continued down the corridor.
Zan placed his hand upon the solid wooden door, concentrating he could sense Rath within. Turning and walking a few feet to Captain Rapler’s door, Zan easily overthrew the seals and entered. Heading straight for the balcony he threw the windows opened wide, the night air was warm, sounds from the festival could be heard in the far distance. Stepping to the side of the balcony it was an easy jump up and over the rails to the next balcony. There Zan cautiously walked over to the doors, concealing himself behind the curtains. The door was a jarred; the inner intricate lattice doors were shut. Zan got closer until he could see through the pattern; the bedroom was small in comparison to the royal suites, it looked like what a Captain would have. Zan heard rustling on the sheets, the light was extinguished; the fireplace cast a glow upon the occupants there within.
‘Why would Rath and Vilandra be here in Captain Tran’s room,’ wondered Zan, ‘and just when did Vilandra leave the Silver Rose.’ Vilandra was still in her office doing some work when Zan secured the secret transportation to come here. Zan knew why he came in secret; after all as a King it was hard to go where he wanted, but Vilandra came at least once a week to the Water Palace, in fact she had been there only a few days prior.
Zan’s thoughts were interrupted by Rath’s deep growl. Zan looked up and saw Rath rise from the bed stretching his back as it arched jutting his bare chest forward. He threw his head back; his long platinum hair fell down his back covering the hawk. His mouth opened as silent words parted his lips. Zan could see he was on his knees, stretching his neck a little further Zan found another hole to see through. Placing his hand with the fingers spread apart over his eyes, he really did not want to see his sister nude, Zan carefully looked at the figure beneath Rath. His hand dropped to his side as Zan found his mouth wide open, gapping at the scene before him.
A dark hair man had his mouth on Rath’s cock sucking it like there was no tomorrow. Rath had intertwined his hands into the black hair, keeping his mouth close in contact with his cock. Zan could not believe his eyes as he watched the young man fucking his confident, the King’s lover, the bond between them was a binding as a marriage even more so. Rath was his, his to fuck not this non-royal. Zan took a deep breath as he got himself under control.
Zan saw Rath shudder and spasm as he came, deep inside the guy’s mouth, he slowly let his muscles loosen. The young captain pulled out from under Rath as he rose up his knees coming head to head with him, he kissed him deeply taking Rath’s tongue into his mouth. Rath moaned and returned the kiss, tasting himself in return. They kissed for the longest time, as Zan felt anger build up in his soul. Finally breaking the kiss, Rath turned the guy around as he gently pushed him onto his knees. Then Zan watched as Rath took his cock and rammed hard into the young captain. Tran yelled as Rath filled him to the end, feeling Rath’s balls slap against his ass. Zan watched as Rath’s cock went in and out of the guy's ass. Rath had his eyes closed enjoying the feeling he pounded into the tight firm hole. “Oh fuck,” Rath, shouted as he came violently into Tran their bodies shook with the orgasm. Slowly Rath pulled Tran down onto his side as he fell onto the coarse cotton sheets. He held his lover in his arms as he passed out.
It was all Zan could do not to attack Rath right there and then. He would wait until Rath returned to the Silver Palace where he could confront him. Zan exited the balcony hopping over to the neighbor’s ledge. Closing the balcony doors, Zan exited the room and headed for his transportation vehicle. The pilot was still there checking out the engine, when Zan walked up ordering him to return at once to Antar.
“You are to tell no one I was ever here, Do you understand? “
“Of course Your Highness,” the pilot affirmed as he climbed into the cockpit.
As they took off, Zan looked down upon the Palace; all he could see was Rath’s face, him moaning in pleasure. What Zan failed to notice was the empty wine bottles on the floor surrounding the bed or the fact that Rath was not forming Tran on his lips but Zan.
~The fire tongues lick their way to the surface ~
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Book 1: Section 3: Chapter 1: Part 4 of 6
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Mickie ~
Timeline: Same Day
“They swore to be true to each other, as true as the stars above” "Frankie and Johnny" by Elvis Presley
“Max I am going.” Liz waited a few seconds, “Max!”
“What?” as Max snapped out of his vision. “What did you say?”
“I said I was going to work now. You better get going also.” Liz waked out the back door wondering what had him in such a deep thought.
“Yeah sure,” groaned Max as he walked to his bedroom to dress. Combing his hair in the mirror, Max never saw his face; all he could see in front of him was Rath, his lips as they moaned. At work, he was constantly distracted; soon his boss came over asking if he felt okay
“I think I am coming down with the flu,” as Max faked a sneeze
“Better take the rest of the day off, tomorrow the work will still be here.” His boss insisted as she shooed him out the door.
Max went back to the apartment it was barely 10 am. All he could do was pace back and forth reliving the scene over and over again, their tongues intertwined, his mouth on Rath’s cock, their passionate kisses, Rath fucking him. The rage deep inside began to issue forth poison and hatred as Max keep on thinking about Rath and Tran, how Rath would pay for his adultery.
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“Hey Mike your wife is here.”
Michael looked up to see Isabel standing in front of the mangers RV across the construction site. He threw down his hammer and jumped off the 2 by 8 joists as he walked over to her.
“Thanks Mr. Reilly,” Michael indicated to the big beer gut of a foreman. Taking Isabel by the elbow, he led her over to the side.
“What the hell are you doing here? Is Max okay?”
“Why are you worried?”
“No, why are you here? This is no place to rag on me about Maria.”
“I am not here to argue with you. I brought you some food. You are not eating right lately.”
“Oh thanks.”
“As far as Maria is concerned she had to come around on her own, until then Max thinks it is wise for us to stay apart.”
“Yeah Max would come up with such a dumb plan.”
“Don’t worry you are not the only on ice, Liz moved into Maria’s bedroom when Max refused to throw you out.”
“She wanted to get rid of me’’
“Yeah she and Maria are a strong team.”
“They are harassing you pretty bad huh?”
“You could say so, but I am enjoying the war of words. Maria is pretty good she comes up with some real doosies for you and me, although slut, whore, and husband stealer are getting a bit old.”
“I am sorry Isabel,” Michael pulled her into his arms, “for putting you through all this.”
“It will be okay, I always come out on top you know that. Maria though may be a different matter.”
“Yeah I know,” Michael, sighed, “It is not going well.”
“No. Did you expect her just to fall into your arms and be happy you are sleeping with two women?”
“Two incredibly gorgeous women you mean,” as he kissed her full on the lips.
“Hey Smith get your balls back to work. Hear me!”
Michael broke the kiss and waved to his boss, “You had better go. Thanks for the food.”
Michael walked back to project and jumped back up on the wood beams.
“Hey Mikey, who was the broad," asked Pete a concrete man who came over and popped his elbows on the floor joist looking across the expanse at Michael.
“I heard the foreman say wife. Is that so?” Bill added his unwanted opinion.
“Damn that is too bad I would mind shoving my dick up her cunt,” replied Pete.
“Knock it off,” Michael growled warning them with a glance as he began driving nails into the wood.
“No wonder you take off right after work. If I had a piece of ass like that I would leave early and come late.” Bill snorted as he laughed.
“Shut up and don’t talk like that about her.”
“Oh come on Mikey we can all share and share alike.”
“I get first dibs on cramming my 10 inch cock up her tight pussy. It is tight isn’t it Mikey?” moaned Pete as he fucked the air with his hips.
Michael growled and turned with such speed no one saw him take Pete and lift his 300-pound frame up and over the floor joist, where he then shoved a nail gun into his temple.
“One more fucking word and I will drive your skill full of nails.”
“Hey dude we were just kidding,” yelled over Bill. “No one meant anything.”
A couple of the other guys yelled for the foreman who came running over to see Pete petrified under Michael’s arm.
“Hey Mike get off Pete and put down that nail gun.”
Michael just ignored him as he growled out. “Never say anything like that about her again. Do you understand?”
Pete who literally peed his pants, nodded yes. Michael let him up and threw down the nail gun
“That is it you are off the site Mike Smith.”
Michael walked up to the foreman and sneered in his face. “Take your fucking job and shove it up you lily white ass you fucking cocksucker.”
Then Michael strolled across the site and straddled his Harley, as the men looked on shocked by his actions. Michael started up his machine and roared out of the site.
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Michael slammed the door to the apartment shaking Max out of his delusions.
“Michael what are you doing here?’
“Want to take a shower. Have a problem with that?” Michael was in no mood for small talk.
“No go right on ahead.”
Knowing he would be out soon, looking for a cold drink Max proceeded to warm up the refrigerator, leaving one can of soda with only a couple of sips left in it. Concentrating Max changed the chemical makeup of the drink, adding an alien mickie, intended to trash Michael’s head and hopefully delay his powers for a while.
Then Max sat back with the soda can next to him and waited. Soon Michael came out of the shower, with just a towel covering his waist. As predicted, he went to the refrigerator to find a cold drink, dismayed to find it warm.
“Hey Max everything is warm.”
“Yeah I know called the manager he will be here in a few minutes to fix it.”
“Shit I was looking for something cold.”
“Here there are only a couple of sips left, last one from the vending machine across the courtyard.”
“Thanks man,” as Michael tipped the contents down his throat in one large gulp. Before Michael could act his head started feeling fuzzy, his eyes could not focus anymore.
“Max something is wrong.” Michael looked at the soda can in his hand. “What did you put in the can?”
“Just a little insurance,” Max replied before he struck Michael hard across the back of his head with a wooden stick dropping him unconscious to the ground.
~The fire tongues lashed forward out from the bowels of hell latching onto the ankles of the unsuspected ~
Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 3: Life Goes On
Chapter 1: Where The Hell Is Michael Now?
~ Mickie ~
Timeline: Same Day
“They swore to be true to each other, as true as the stars above” "Frankie and Johnny" by Elvis Presley
“Max I am going.” Liz waited a few seconds, “Max!”
“What?” as Max snapped out of his vision. “What did you say?”
“I said I was going to work now. You better get going also.” Liz waked out the back door wondering what had him in such a deep thought.
“Yeah sure,” groaned Max as he walked to his bedroom to dress. Combing his hair in the mirror, Max never saw his face; all he could see in front of him was Rath, his lips as they moaned. At work, he was constantly distracted; soon his boss came over asking if he felt okay
“I think I am coming down with the flu,” as Max faked a sneeze
“Better take the rest of the day off, tomorrow the work will still be here.” His boss insisted as she shooed him out the door.
Max went back to the apartment it was barely 10 am. All he could do was pace back and forth reliving the scene over and over again, their tongues intertwined, his mouth on Rath’s cock, their passionate kisses, Rath fucking him. The rage deep inside began to issue forth poison and hatred as Max keep on thinking about Rath and Tran, how Rath would pay for his adultery.
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“Hey Mike your wife is here.”
Michael looked up to see Isabel standing in front of the mangers RV across the construction site. He threw down his hammer and jumped off the 2 by 8 joists as he walked over to her.
“Thanks Mr. Reilly,” Michael indicated to the big beer gut of a foreman. Taking Isabel by the elbow, he led her over to the side.
“What the hell are you doing here? Is Max okay?”
“Why are you worried?”
“No, why are you here? This is no place to rag on me about Maria.”
“I am not here to argue with you. I brought you some food. You are not eating right lately.”
“Oh thanks.”
“As far as Maria is concerned she had to come around on her own, until then Max thinks it is wise for us to stay apart.”
“Yeah Max would come up with such a dumb plan.”
“Don’t worry you are not the only on ice, Liz moved into Maria’s bedroom when Max refused to throw you out.”
“She wanted to get rid of me’’
“Yeah she and Maria are a strong team.”
“They are harassing you pretty bad huh?”
“You could say so, but I am enjoying the war of words. Maria is pretty good she comes up with some real doosies for you and me, although slut, whore, and husband stealer are getting a bit old.”
“I am sorry Isabel,” Michael pulled her into his arms, “for putting you through all this.”
“It will be okay, I always come out on top you know that. Maria though may be a different matter.”
“Yeah I know,” Michael, sighed, “It is not going well.”
“No. Did you expect her just to fall into your arms and be happy you are sleeping with two women?”
“Two incredibly gorgeous women you mean,” as he kissed her full on the lips.
“Hey Smith get your balls back to work. Hear me!”
Michael broke the kiss and waved to his boss, “You had better go. Thanks for the food.”
Michael walked back to project and jumped back up on the wood beams.
“Hey Mikey, who was the broad," asked Pete a concrete man who came over and popped his elbows on the floor joist looking across the expanse at Michael.
“I heard the foreman say wife. Is that so?” Bill added his unwanted opinion.
“Damn that is too bad I would mind shoving my dick up her cunt,” replied Pete.
“Knock it off,” Michael growled warning them with a glance as he began driving nails into the wood.
“No wonder you take off right after work. If I had a piece of ass like that I would leave early and come late.” Bill snorted as he laughed.
“Shut up and don’t talk like that about her.”
“Oh come on Mikey we can all share and share alike.”
“I get first dibs on cramming my 10 inch cock up her tight pussy. It is tight isn’t it Mikey?” moaned Pete as he fucked the air with his hips.
Michael growled and turned with such speed no one saw him take Pete and lift his 300-pound frame up and over the floor joist, where he then shoved a nail gun into his temple.
“One more fucking word and I will drive your skill full of nails.”
“Hey dude we were just kidding,” yelled over Bill. “No one meant anything.”
A couple of the other guys yelled for the foreman who came running over to see Pete petrified under Michael’s arm.
“Hey Mike get off Pete and put down that nail gun.”
Michael just ignored him as he growled out. “Never say anything like that about her again. Do you understand?”
Pete who literally peed his pants, nodded yes. Michael let him up and threw down the nail gun
“That is it you are off the site Mike Smith.”
Michael walked up to the foreman and sneered in his face. “Take your fucking job and shove it up you lily white ass you fucking cocksucker.”
Then Michael strolled across the site and straddled his Harley, as the men looked on shocked by his actions. Michael started up his machine and roared out of the site.
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Michael slammed the door to the apartment shaking Max out of his delusions.
“Michael what are you doing here?’
“Want to take a shower. Have a problem with that?” Michael was in no mood for small talk.
“No go right on ahead.”
Knowing he would be out soon, looking for a cold drink Max proceeded to warm up the refrigerator, leaving one can of soda with only a couple of sips left in it. Concentrating Max changed the chemical makeup of the drink, adding an alien mickie, intended to trash Michael’s head and hopefully delay his powers for a while.
Then Max sat back with the soda can next to him and waited. Soon Michael came out of the shower, with just a towel covering his waist. As predicted, he went to the refrigerator to find a cold drink, dismayed to find it warm.
“Hey Max everything is warm.”
“Yeah I know called the manager he will be here in a few minutes to fix it.”
“Shit I was looking for something cold.”
“Here there are only a couple of sips left, last one from the vending machine across the courtyard.”
“Thanks man,” as Michael tipped the contents down his throat in one large gulp. Before Michael could act his head started feeling fuzzy, his eyes could not focus anymore.
“Max something is wrong.” Michael looked at the soda can in his hand. “What did you put in the can?”
“Just a little insurance,” Max replied before he struck Michael hard across the back of his head with a wooden stick dropping him unconscious to the ground.
~The fire tongues lashed forward out from the bowels of hell latching onto the ankles of the unsuspected ~
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