Gone But Not Forgotten(UC/CC/Slash Adult) [COMPLETE]

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Sexual Content

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 5: Part 7 of 7

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 5: The Rockin’ R
~ Biker Warrior ~

Timeline: The Next Day

“You're like an angel with the sweetest smile but when you use it you're one evil child. Oh oh, that's what brings me back again” “Behavior” by Majandra Delfino

“Hey. I am talking to you.” Rath looked up shielding his eyes from the sun as the blurry figure stepped into its shadow. Slowly the figure cleared up and Rath found himself face to face with Michael. “What is with you?”

“Me what is with you?” retorted Rath as he changed into his previous form.

“So that is what I looked like.” Michael eyed Rath up and down as he walked around him. “Not bad, not bad at all. Tell me are we packaged similar?”

Rath let out a loud laugh and smiled, “Haven’t had any complaints.”

“That is good to hear, means we must have had some action. So tell me how do the women rate on Antar?”

“Fine very, very fine, you would like, and yes we have had lots of action, as you so eloquently put it.” Rath felt the Dark Waters recede as he bantered with Michael. It was not the same as with Zan or Vilandra but it would have to do. Rath suddenly made a couple of chairs appear out of nothing. “Sit!”

Michael grabbed a chair and straddled it looking Rath in the eyes.

“Your eyes are funny colored, dark silver not black. Why?”

“I, no we, carry the last of the ancient blood lines; the original royal race had silver eyes.”

“You need a hair cut.” Michael noted as he picked up a hand full of Rath’s hair; it was platinum blonde in color, you could see a slight silver tinge to it. The tresses were thick and lush as they fell mid-way down his back. One side was done in four long braids encrusted with golden beads and bound together as it draped down his back. “What are these?” Michael reached over and pulled one of the braids forward looking at the beads.

“Warrior braids, each beads represents a battle that I was victorious in.” Rath turned his back to Michael allowing him to examine the beads.

“How many beads are there,” Michael was looking closely at them; there were finely etched markings that described the name of each battle and the number dead. “How is it that I can read these?”

“There are 178; the only battle I ever lost was the last one, the battle at Zalafar. You can read them because we are becoming one, merging with each other.”

Michel stopped and took his chair around and sat again in front of Rath

“What do you mean merging? Why have you been playing games with me? Why are we here? What is going to happen to us? Did it hurt to die?”

“Questions... questions... questions… Michael you are always looking for answers. Relax the time is coming soon when all your questions will be answered. Soon Antar will call for us to return, I can feel it.”

“Answer my questions what do you mean by merging, do you mean that I will become you.”

“You fear that don’t you? You fear becoming me. I was a warrior not some murderous monster.”

“You killed people, right?”

“Yes, thousands, millions, perhaps billions in the wars. I commanded a vast army and I am ultimately responsible for every death my soldiers took. However, it was in defense of Antar, my home, my King, the Crown. It was not murder, but duty.”

“It is because of you that I almost killed Max, why I feel this rage this anger deep inside me. It’s you to blame isn’t it.” Michael looked at Rath, he was angry.

“No, Michael, it was not because of me that you almost killed Max. You were not prepared for the seal and that additional boost of power sent you into the Dark Waters, it is the rage that you feel deep down inside.’

“I don’t understand.”

Rath sighed and stood up he paced a few feet then turned around. “You need to understand a few basics. So sit back, listen, and shut up for a change.”

Rath sat back down rubbing his chin and lips trying to decide how much information Michael could handle right now. “This is not the first time you were reborn,” Michael jumped forward to speak when Rath held up his hand, “quiet and wait. As I was saying, this is not the first time you have been reborn. The DNA used to create you, me, in our lives was from an ancient warrior known as Atarh. He was Antar’s greatest military mind and King. He lived thousands of years ago. His home world was dying and he reestablished his people on a new planet named after his home world of Antar. He subdued the local races in and around the known galaxy and every since then the House of Rath ruled Antar as well as the federation of the five planets, that is until a few hundred years ago when we gave rule to the House of Thardan, Zan is descended from that house.”

Rath paused for a minute to let the information soak in.

“Are you still with me?” Michael nodded his head yes. “Okay, whenever Antar had problems such as a civil war they would recreate Atarh to save the people and bring back justice, but unfortunately as time went on, the DNA degraded causing some major character flaws. The worst rebirth was Uthrox, a nefarious King who murdered for pleasure, in the end killed his own wives and children, and drank their blood. He was totally mad. After that the council forbade the recreation of Atarh.”

Rath again passed waiting for Michael to grasp what he was saying.

“Zan’s father and ours wanted to recreate Atarh and fulfill the ancient prophecy.” Michael tried to speak up again. “Please Michael wait, the prophecy is not of importance now. What is important is that they had us created in secret, illegally, using that DNA. Fearing that we would end up being like Uthrox, they altered the DNA slightly hoping to filter out the degraded material. Unfortunately, it left us very susceptible to the murderous rage that engulfed Uthrox.”

Once again, Rath stopped as he contemplated on the rest of the story and how exactly to word it.

“They decide to create a control device that would stop us from going into the Dark Waters; the absolute evil that controlled Uthrox, Vilandra was created for that purpose. She contains a piece of our DNA in her, she can control and stop us. Without her, I would again become Uthrox, without Isabel you will become Uthrox. You will kill everyone you love and destroy the earth before anyone from Antar could stop you.”

Rath looked directly into Michael’s eyes seeing the fear of his words,

“That is why you can never leave Vilandra, why you tied to her. She gives us the strength and control for battle, keeps the voices out and our mind clear.” Michael tried to interrupt once again but Rath just ignored him, “She has the power to stop us, to dominate us, and to force us to obey her words to keep us from ourselves. She can never leave us as her DNA was encoded to make our life easier.”

Rath now waited for Michael to ask his question. “Does that mean we never loved each other?”

“No Vilandra and I loved each other a great deal, I would die for her. We built that love; it was not given or fell into easily. We developed it over time. Just like you and Isabel have done, over time.” Rath sighed, “There is more.”

Michael nodded and prepared for the worst yet to come.

“Unfortunately, Vilandra cannot save us from the Dark Waters once we go in to far. Only Zan could do that. They made two people out of the one DNA. We are only one half; Zan is our other side, comprised of the same DNA but devoid of the violent tendencies. Instead, the scientists extracted the DNA that used in comprising of the political characteristics of justice, generosity, and respect for law. Zan possesses a king’s mind needed for the construction of institutions, establishment of laws promulgated in his government. But without the warrior DNA, Zan suffers from the attributes of naïveté, obstinately, and indecisiveness. You understand?”

Michael nodded his head, he has been blaming Max for those attribute for years.

“Yet, with all their careful gene splitting the scientist made one mistake, Zan also carries some of the rage DNA, he cannot control it and becomes violent. It is not Max’s fault when he hurts us, you, that you must try and deal with, it will be difficult. I still blame Zan for things he did to me. He can’t help it and neother can you. You will understand in time.”

Rath broke for a few seconds; his voice was growing tired.

“Zan is connected to us, mentally, genetically, physically, spiritually. Our souls are bonded for eternally, one to the other.”

Rath stopped and looked at Michael; this would be the most difficult part. “Zan is my confident, my lover.”

Michael, who was leaning on his chair, suddenly tipped over plopping him onto the ground. He immediately jumped up glaring at Rath.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You and Zan were lovers? What the fuck?” Michael started pacing. “That night, that dream it was you wasn’t it? Michael’s eyes grew large, “Oh my god it really happened. Max and me we had …Oh my god.” Michael was rubbing the back of his neck walking back and forth in a hurried style. “Shit… shit… shit… Max and I were lovers; are lovers. Oh fuck.”

Rath just watched him pace back and forth, making a rut in the dirt, he knew Michael would be pissed, but thus was just too precious to waste. Yes, he was a little sadistic in his tactics, but shit it was fun watching Michael freak-out. Rath had to up the pressure and see if Michael would literally explode in half.

“Zan is not the only one I have been fucking like a bunny.” Rath smirked in Michael’s direction.

Michael‘s face went pale as he stopped dead in his tracks. Turning towards Rath, “Oh please, please tell me it was not Kyle or Parker,” pleaded Michael. “I swear I will have to jump off the nearest bridge.”

Rath started laughing he hadn’t thought of Kyle, that might be fun, he had a good body, but Parker well she was Zan’s wife and technically a queen of Antar, and while that did not stop him from Ava, he really had no interest in this human. She was just too boring for his taste; he like his woman with fire, able to stand on their own and not back down, able to take him on physically, mentally, sexually. They needed to enjoy sex and reciprocate in the sexual act, he surmised that Parker just laid there like a dead fish; he felt sorry for Max. But then again Zan used to be that vanilla at one time also, and though he will never admit it, Rath was at one time very timid when it came to sex, but that was long ago.

“No neither of them, but Kyle is a possibility.” Michael narrowed his eyes, “Just kidding, get a grip,” laughed Rath.

“Maria you were there with Maria.”

“A little hard to hide when you two make so much noise,” Rath grinned. “Yeah I like your Maria; I accept her and looked forward to her bonding with us.” Rath smiled and then added “By the way treat her nicer. What’s the deal with generic shampoo? What do you thinks the vaults are for? Show?”

“What vaults? Remember I am just a poor nobody on earth.”

“Oh that’s right. Well when you get to Antar, you need to lavish jewels on both Maria and Isabel. They deserve it after what you put them through, got it? Be nicer to them, more loving.”

“More loving? This from a warrior.” Michael looked shocked that Rath even had a soft side.

“Hey, I didn’t spend my whole life on the battlefield. I did learn a few things on my own, Thought I pass along the advice. Take it or leave it, but don’t blame me when your back is cold at night.”

Michael then got the underlying message, “Vilandra, you and Vilandra, the blackouts right?”

“Right, we found each other. Thought you should know”

“Does Isabel know?”

“No I think Vilandra is still keeping her in the dark.”

“Why do you play these games with us? Why not tell us everything?”

“Why not? You are not letting me merge easily, so I have to find other roads in. Games are one.”

“And if I let your merge?”

“I will still play games. We have to merge there is no choice and the games keep me entertained.” Rath yawned, “I am tired, must have been all the excitement.”

“Yeah what was all that screaming I heard?”

“Nothing really. you will understand later, no need to worry now. I will answer one last question before I go and leave you to your body.”

“Did it hurt to die?

“Yes like a son-of-a-bitch. My death was slow, tortured for days by Ki’var and his demented dominions.”

“How did you die?”

“Vilandra poisoned me,” said Rath as he faded.

“Wait! Why? Why did she?”

“To save me, TellymonRath,” came the disembodied voice.

“TellymonRath,” Michael echoed, “that was my name.”
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Michael woke up, face down in the dirt field. He had been missing for three full days. His head was fogged in while Rath downloaded images and memories. Finally, he felt as though he could stand and headed back to the motel and face Maria.

When Michael finally showed up, he was riding a black Harley trimmed in silver, dressed in a black jeans, high black boots, black wife beater, black open buttoned shirt, sporting black silver tinted sunglasses, which made him look very alien like. Isabel noticed immediately his hair was lighter in color as well as longer.

Max went off on him for daring to leave as he did. Michael just sat there with his arms crossed, Max staring at his own reflection in the silver lenses. After he was done with screaming about the disappearing act, Max then questioned how Michael got the bike. The only words Michael said were, “Won it in a bet.”

When Max exhausted listening to himself talk, Michael got off the bike, grabbed Maria by the arm and went to their room, where the gang could hear them yelling and cussing each other out, suddenly their voices were silence but Max could heard a slight thumping against the wall. Afraid of what Michael may have done to Maria, he charged into the room to find Maria and him on the bed, her legs around Michael’s ass as he was thrusting his cock in and out of her.

They were so wrapped up in each other that Max's yelling and knocking on the door fell on deaf ears; neither of them heard the door burst open or saw Max standing there staring. Maria rested her head against the mattress her eyes closed tightly as Michael's lush lips were at her breast sucking the whole areola in where his talented tongue would flick the nub while still inside his mouth. Maria clawed his back, moaning in pleasure, the headboard of the bed gently thumped against the wall with each thrust Michael made.

Max watched transfixed as Michael slammed into Maria’s tightness, she moaned louder as he began to pump violently into her core. Michael continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper, his cock pounding in and out of her wet channel, his mouth on her breast and her hands drawing blood down his naked back with her nails. Michael growled; animalistic, feral, primal.

Max found it hard to breath, the air was thick, heavy, sex filled; all around he could feel Michael’s energy as if it were a separate entity enveloping him pulling him into the sex act itself. Max hardened under the intensity of the room’s ambiance. He wanted Michael at that point; he wanted to fuck him hard. Max shook his head.

Michael felt Max in the room and turned his head to send a look that Max would never forget, eyes of silver, flashing fire, hatred, and death. Then they softened beckoning Max in, luring him to fuck him, to take him while he continued his onslaught of Maria’s pussy.

Max backed out of the room and closed the door standing there shaking.

“Max what happened?” asked Isabel

“Nothing Isabel, I just walked in at an inappropriate time.” Max was sure what he had seen was Rath, the eyes he remembered, those liquid silver eyes.

The next morning Michael seemed normal, he was packed and ready to go. Max dropped any discussion of where Michael had been and was just grateful for the peace, for now.

~The fissure appeared to have stabilized, but down deep it was widening undermining the surface, making it fragile and dangerous~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 1 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ What the Hell? ~

Timeline: Fifteen Months after Graduation

“And I know things can't last forever but there are lessons that you'll never learn” “Pretty Baby” Vanessa Carlton

They were nearing Reno, heading into spectacular green and red mountain scenery. Max as usual was in the driver’s seat and Liz was in the passenger’s seat. Isabel was in the back sleeping and that left Michael and Maria in the center. Michael was letting Kyle ride the bike.

Kyle was in his own world, thinking about how only a couple of years he resented these aliens, he hated their existence, and now he considers himself one, and how he truly did love them all, even the big lug and the control freak. He kicked through a couple of gears as he climbed the hill behind the bus.

He was lonely, even though there were six of them in that tiny bus for days at a time, he was still lonely. He still thought of Isabel and how kissing her would feel; he also worried that his life would end if he did. He was sure that Michael would kill him if he dared to kiss or cross the line with Isabel. In fact, Michael came out one day and told him directly, after catching Kyle looking very sensually at Isabel, that he would kill anyone, anyone, he found in Isabel bed. ‘Is that understood, Valenti? I will kill anyone.’ Kyle thought back to those words, Michel had a far away look in his eyes, as if he was not there, kind of like that night when he threatened to kill Jesse.

“God grow a spine Valenti,” screamed Kyle out into the wind. Kyle took a deep breath looking at the van; he swore he could see Isabel’s hair in the window, the side of her face beckoning to him. “Get a grip.” Kyle looked at the scenery, Lake Tahoe area was incredible, the air was fresh and crisp and the mountains were incredible in their height and surrealism. Tonight they would be in Reno, maybe he could rustle up some fun at a local strip club or bar. Michael would probably help him in a little immoral behavior, unlike their supposed abdicated leader, whose idea of a sin-filled night is cheddar-cheese microwave popcorn instead of regular.

Kyle looked up and saw Max pulling off into a rest area; he followed and brought the bike to a stop next to the van. He had seen Michael get out and look around, probably seeing if his precious bike was still in one piece. Kyle had to admit it was one fine machine, it purred under your ass. He saw Isabel head for the restrooms and soon Michael was close behind. Kyle got off and stretched, as he walked around the rest area, getting his land legs back. He walked around the back of the restrooms, doing squats and leg lunges, when he noticed someone pass out of the corner of his eye. Moving his head just slightly he saw them up against a tree in a passionate kiss, they were making out like bandits and then suddenly he left her, her face showed the desire and want in her eyes and expression.

“Shit!” said Kyle as he reeled from the shock of what he just saw. He knew the best thing was to keep quiet and not to say anything, maybe it was a onetime event, but he had a deep down feeling things had seriously gone awry.

~ The crevice shook with fury as the adjacent surface fractured ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 2 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ Two Can Play That Game ~

Timeline: Same Time

“There is nothin' fair in this world. There is nothin' safe in this world. And there's nothin' sure in this world. And there's nothin' pure in this world” “White Wedding” by Billy Idol

Maria was staring out of the window as the road flew under their tires and Michael was asleep next to her. At least Maria thought he was asleep, in actuality he was awake, staring at Isabel, his eyes shifted to a liquid silver color and back again.

Maria sighed, looked at Michael, his eyes were closed she wished she could sleep like him as she shut her eyes, trying for a catnap.

Michael was lost in thought, so much had happened since his little biker episode.

His talk with Rath left so many questions and even fewer answers as he processed the information. He was trying to toe the line these last four weeks, his temper seemed under control and he was trying extra hard to be considerate to Maria. After all, he was in shit up to his brown eyes with her after his little stunt. Although she had allowed him back into her bed, it was not without a price, a price that he paid heavily for in many ways; Maria made his life a living hell.

Isabel and Maria had become fast friends. On his first day back, they talked for hours while Michael watched them, wondering what they were whispering to each other, what plans they were developing; unfortunately, he soon found out.

Maria, in collaboration with Isabel, decided to civilize Michael as punishment for his disappearance and breaking her heart. They drilled into Michael etiquette, from his atrocious table manners to his habit of grunting when answering.

Max was no help in rescuing Michael from his new doghouse status. He stayed out of the whole affair, actually, he was secretly enjoying watching Michael being tortured by the girls; it was entertainment for the group. They (Max, Kyle, and Liz) started taking bets between them on who could keep a straight face through dinner, because of the comical antics of the girls and Michael. It was a mild form of amusement, cruel yes, but funny as hell.

Every time Michael would grunt an answer to a question, Maria or Isabel would pinch him hard until he spoke up using words that their Mothers could hear. After suffering black and blue thighs and arms for three days in a row, Michael gave up and actually spoke when asked a question.

That was only the beginning, meals became miserable as Maria and Isabel would instruct him on how to eat without grossing out the whole table. Maria would kick him in the shins for eating with his mouth opened while Isabel stomped on his foot for everything else. Throughout dinner, Michael would grimace with each blow and try to ignore the pain, as the girls would go on yakking as if they were innocent in the whole mess. By the end of dinner, Michael would limp out the door, his shins bruised and his feet swollen.

Within two weeks the girls had Michael almost humanized. Michael let them torment him; he knew he was up shit-creek-without-a-paddle and was willing to endure anything punishment to get back in Maria’s good graces. In addition, he was secretly enjoying the attention from both of the girls, especially Isabel.

Ever since Rath’s little bombshell concerning what was going on during the blackouts, Michael has been watching Isabel more and more out of the corner of his eye.
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Michael felt Maria relax, her hand dropped onto his chest as she finally fell asleep. He tipped his head back as his mind wandered into space,

Some days I wonder if Maria really wanted to stay with me wanted to stay with me; think about it, she only came because she would be alone in Roswell, working as a waitress all her life instead of being on this great adventure. Yeah, some great adventure! Sitting in a dirty smelly old van, running all over the country, tired, hungry, fearful, waiting to be blasted or dissected is not what I would call a Club Med vacation.

To be honest, I am waiting to wake up one morning and the bed will be empty, she will have left, tired of the whole alien crap that she is being forced to deal with day after day. I can’t even give her the life she should have, no permanent job, no stable home, and probably no kids, who knows. We have been fucking for over a year now, several times week and sometimes a day. Not always, has the raincoat been in place, no accidents; with my luck, it means no kids for the future and another black mark against me. In addition, when she finds out about Isabel she will be gone no ifs, ands, or buts. As usual, I will be to blame; it won’t be the first time or the last that I am at fault, this time I really do deserve her leaving me.

I am an ass and I know it, I was the one that pushed Maria away, into that bastard’s Billy’s arms, just as I pushed Vilandra into Ki’var’s arms.

Michael let his arm encircle Maria as she snuggled deeper into his chest. He could feel Isabel behind him, she was dozing off and on.

I never noticed, or even cared to notice, that there were kinks in both past and present lines. I went on day to day absorbed in myself and in my duties. I only paid attention when they both left me; both left me for men who could make them feel life again; I am a void sucking their very essence until they both had no more left to give. They were caught up in me, their own beings crushed under my weight. That is the way I was and still am.

Rath is right I should be more loving, in both the past and now. I now remember parts of the past, my life was all-consuming, I demanded to be taken care of, expecting Vilandra and Zan to cater to me and they did, indulging me.

I hate to admit it but I really do enjoy the girls telling me what to do, making me behave; I guess I like them showing me attention no matter what that attention is? Maybe that is why I let Hank fuck me all those years. That was the only time he showed me any feelings. God I am fucked in the head aren’t I. Probably has to do with my abusive childhood. No one ever paid any attention to me except for Max and Isabel. And I still crave both of them as well as Maria.

Vilandra had to endure wars, jealousy, a rash temperament, a cold heart, and my mood swings, which finally cause her to seek solitude, peace, and attention. With Maria, it was always some alien shit that put our life in danger, or my work, or school, or bowling; anything and everything came first before us. I thought the work, the school, getting my life in order was for us, and I still don’t understand how I was wrong in that theory though. Oh well, big shit deal.

Michael brought his legs up and stretched them out, as a cramp began to take shape in his calf, the action disturbed Maria as she adjusted herself.

How could I do the same thing twice and not even realized it? Maybe because no one bother to let us in on who and what we were in our past lives so mistakes could be avoided in this. I mean when it takes your own mind having a conversation with itself to find out what your name was, that is the shits.

Answers, we needed answers not more questions. But no that would be too easy, just leave us high, dry and ignorant. Smart move our people. We are supposed to save our world and we did not even know its name until recently. Boy, some saviors.

Past memories are surfacing, with them dreams of our life and my tortured past. Rath has been letting me see more and more; history simply repeated for me. I am damned and never knew it.

Michael looked up at the roof of the van, his train of thought stopped as he contemplated how a sunflower seed encased in gum was stuck above his head. He was sure it was not there the other day, of course, that was before Kyle’s game of Seed Shooting at High Noon. Michael smiled as he remembered he beat Kyle in the distance event, but not in the sticking event. Obviously, they were hard up for fun as the seed above his head was a forgotten player in the game. Soon Michael mind returned to matters that were more serious as he closed his eyes.

The one thing I do know now after my talk with Rath is that I cannot live without Maria, Isabel, or Max all as one package unit. If one leaves, I will simply shut out everyone and move on alone, by myself this time or simply stop my life, a possible option I have considered more than once. I always believe that the time would come when I would be all alone. I am prepared. I have been waiting out the inevitable, biding my time, making everyone around me on edge, anxious, stressed, and unsure of what I will do. I know that this is wrong and I am trying to stop that behavior but it is so hard.

So, I am here, slowly the two parts of me emerging. One half desperately in love with Maria, who made me human; while the other half is still in love with Vilandra, my source of alien strength. It is so complicated, I feel myself slipping as I watch Isabel talk to Kyle, ‘he will have to die’ my mind keeps saying just like Jesse needed to die. I now know that feeling is the rage, the rage of Uthrox, the rage of a murderer. It scares me when I blackout that I will commit murder against those I love.

I am no longer afraid of Rath; I think I will be okay if I can just keep my head out of my ass.

Michael opened his eyes to see Max looking at him in the rearview mirror, he caught a look of desire before Max dropped his head.

I have not told Max about my conversation with Rath, I am afraid it would just be another black mark against me and I want Max to want me not to hate me even more. I wonder if Zan has communicated with Max, if so does he know about us, about that night. Does Max have the same feeling that I am experiencing? Occasionally I catch Max looking at me or I extract a feeling off his body, a sexual feeling, a feeling for me and not Liz.

I am not sure what to do about Max, do I grab him one day and kiss the hell out of him and see what his reaction is. Or should I just go for it and jump his bones. God I do not believe I am having this discussion with myself, I am thinking about fucking Max, shit have things changed.

I know that I need Isabel to be Vilandra just as I need to be Rath, inside I am burning for her touch, to feel her once again. No one knows how much as Rath I truly loved her, how her betrayal destroyed me, this time I will not give up so easily,

I want Vilandra, I need Vilandra, I will have Vilandra.
I want Maria, I need Maria, I will have Maria.
I want Max, I need Max, I will have Max.
I am certain if I am to survive, I need all three.
I will have all three.
No one will stop me.
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Isabel was curled up on the seat by herself, Max saw her in the rear view mirror lost in slumber land, probably thinking about Jesse. However, Isabel was neither asleep nor thinking about Jesse; she was staring at Michael, her eyes flipping from black to brown. She was fast losing herself to Vilandra, a battle she would eventually concede to.

I look over at Michael, he appears to be asleep, but I know he is awake watching me, I feel him. Michael and I both have this darkness down deep inside us, a darkness that is threatening to come forward, a darkness that we both will lose to, a darkness that enveloped our essences. What was our life like on Antar? I feel that when Max said the world revolved around Michael it was Zan talking, and we did revolve around him, it sounds silly but I felt threaten by Zan in his attention to Rath. I remember such odd details that Vilandra is feeding me. I remember Rath’s father pushing his son to have an heir, demanding it of him, reminding him constantly of his duty. I remember sleeping on furs next to Michael, no Rath as the rain beat on the windows. I remember four small girls, with blond hair, giggling while playing on the marble floors. I remember bits and pieces of a wedding, was that Zan’s, or mine I cannot tell. Was the information from the Mom-o-gram wrong? Could it have been a mind trick of Tess?

It is so frustrating not being able to remember, not knowing what I have done, afraid that I will make the same mistakes.

Michael, you and Max should have let me go when I begged you as Vilandra to let me leave. But no, Michael had to remember who betrayed whom, but was that the end of the story. Did I betray you Rath, were we just betrothed, did I kill you? That sounds horrible but I have a vivid memory of being the one who killed you, I gave you a kiss as you died in my arms. Is that why at times, I am so afraid of you? God I wish I could remember.

Did you know that I saw Lonnie and Rath kissing behind the partition at the UFO center, they had such passion, lust, and desire of each other’s bodies? They practically were humping each other right there in front of me. Is that what I was like? Is that what you were like, the fire, the lust when you were with Vilandra? Do you know she wants Rath back, I can feel the burning for him; I want to feel his flesh, his desire, his power again. That night on the cliff, it was Vilandra that surfaced and tempted me to find Michael; to make love with him as our dreams envisioned. Do you, Michael, still have the dreams? I know I still do, at first I though Tess forced them on me, but now I realize that it was Vilandra making her presence known.

I don’t know anymore what is Isabel and what is Vilandra, all I do know is that I do not want to be evil, cold, full of hatred as I know I can be. Michael, you and I have a long road to travel and I have no idea what will happen, but I do know that Vilandra will fight for you and I am afraid she will win.
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Maria woke as Max pulled into a rest stop outside of Reno, ‘Oh great another cesspool,’ she thought as she stretched and then snuggled in "Where's my morning kiss?" Maria asked Michael as she ruffled through her hair. “What is this,” Maria exclaimed as she picked a sunflower seed with gum attached to it out of her hair, “Ewww,” as she held up the seed that ensured a fast exist from the van by Michael.

Looking around for Kyle on his bike, Michael saw Isabel head for the restrooms. Maria hopped out of the van and stood right in front of him, “Michael?"

“What?” He then realized he was again being an ass and kissed her on the cheek, “sorry,” he mumbled and walked away in the direction of the restrooms.

Isabel exited the restroom and someone grabbed her arms from behind and started pulling her up into a wooded area just behind the restrooms.

“What the hell? Michael?" Isabel turned around; mad at him for grabbing her. Michael did not say anything but shoved her against a tree and started kissing her. She began to fight him but the kisses were stirring some deep inside her, something she was afraid to let surface. She gave into the kisses as they deepened; her hands found their way around his neck and down his back, resting on his butt.

Michael attacked her neck, his hands roaming across her body, drinking in her scent, her sex. “You are mine.” Michael whispered in her ear, “Never forget that.”

Isabel pushed Michael away and saw his eyes, eyes of silver, Rath’s eyes. Angry that Rath was using Isabel because she was still weak in his little game of property rights, Vilandra surfaced. “You forget I am still married, the divorce is not final and may never be. I may get back with him; being older and a human, he knows how to make love to a woman, not a boy stumbling in the dark.” Vilandra shot back, knowing that those exact words would insult and piss off Rath.

Rath took her lips again, as she moaned into his body, his fingers teasing her nipples through the cloth. “I am no child my wife,” he growled into her ear, “I am a warrior that knows how to please his women.” Rath had always been extremely pleased with himself as a lover. He felt he knew how to satisfy a woman despite his young age.

“Really? And just what women are we talking about, the scuttle maids at the palace or maybe some old fat charwoman.” Vilandra quipped back as she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

“Does it matter? If you won’t fuck me I will find something else to play with.”

That incense Vilandra, who remembered a particular incident that still soured her stomach, “Well then I guess I will find myself a real man, because you Rath are still a child, and I don’t fuck an adolescent, penis challenged, asshole.”

Rath greedily drank in her body; he was on fire for her that is until she said those words. She insulted his manhood as the anger welled up inside him tipping the balance, “Two can play at that game Vilandra.”

When Isabel opened her eyes, her face flushed, no one was near her. Adjusting her clothes, she came back towards the van seeing Michael ahead of her. He grabbed Maria and put her on his bike.

“Michael!” Max yelled, "Where are you going?"

“Reno,” Michael yelled back as he raced out of the rest area.

~ The crevice reflected the gray above ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 3 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ Marriage ~

Timeline: A few Hours Later

“And what’s to be the reason for becoming man and wife. Is it love that brings you here or love that gives you life. For if loving is the answer then who’s the giving for. Do you believe in something that you’ve never seen before” “Wedding Song-There is Love” by Captain and Tennille

The bike flew down the highway, ignoring the various speed signs along the way. Maria held tightly onto Michael’s back wondering what got him upset this time. She could feel the tension in his body, she loved him dearly and knew he was the most gentle of all the men she knew, but she also knew he had his moods, which she had to deal with. They pulled off the highway and cruised down the main strip of Reno, the lights beckoning them in. Turning down a side street, Michael stopped his bike in front of the Silver Bell Wedding Chapel of Love.

“Michael why are we stopping here?” asked Maria.

“To get married.” He replied matter-of-factually, as he got off the bike.

“What? You have not even asked me,” gasped a surprised Maria.

“All right! Do you want to get married?”

“Yes but...”

“But what? I want to get married now. If you do then lets go.” Michael crossed his arms and looked at her. “If not, then you need to get on with your life.”

“You mean I need to decide now.”

“Yes.”

“Why Michael?”

“Because I need some stability in my life. I want to be married. If you don’t, say so, I know where I stand. Yes or No?” What both Michael and Maria did not know and would never know is that they were being used as pawns in an evil, sadistic game of manipulation, conducted by the players Rath and Vilandra.

Maria looked closely at Michael; this was how he made most of decisions fast and impetuous. He could be the most unromantic and romantic all at the same time; it was baffling to Maria. For some reason he felt the need to be married, something deep down inside him was frightened that she would leave. How could she blame him she had left before, left him standing there as she walked away to Billy and a life of music and lights all her own. ‘That must be way he is acting so funny, he thinks I am going to run off again,’ thought Maria. Then the word tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it, “Yes.” Maria jumped off the bike and kissed him “What about Max and the rest?”

“Can’t I make a decision without Max’s permission?” retorted Michael, “Or are you one of his ass-kissers also.”

Maria did not noticed but as they walked up the sidewalk, he had discreetly changed her jeans and t-shirt to a white dress, similar to what she had worn at the prom including a halo of flowers. Michael took her hand as they entered the small intimate chapel. There were six small wooden white pews, three on each side of a short aisle. Facing the couple was a white draped alter, elaborate candle stands and white flowers decorated each side.

The couple that owned the chapel were a sickenly-happy well-fed folk that enjoying spreading joy through their weddings. The ceremony was short and sweet, the man performing the service put that extra bit of love and concern into the vows instead of a flat civil ‘I Do’ of the courthouse variety. Michael altered one of his silver rings, the one on his left index finger, for her.

In a few minutes, Maria DeLuca was Mrs. Michael Guerin. She could not believe it; she was still in a daze when Michael next stopped at the Circus Circus Hotel and Casino. He registered for a room and then paid for three others, leaving the keys at the desk telling them that the others would be along soon and this was his treat.

“Michael, why this hotel?” asked Maria as they waited for the elevators.

“I figured our lives were one big circus anyway,” he said grinning at his personal joke concerning their miserable existence on earth.

~ The crevice reflected the darkness below ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 4 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ Reflections ~

Timeline: That Night

“Through the mirror of my mind. Time after time. I see reflections of you and me” “Reflection” by Diana Ross and the Supremes

The elevator doors opened and soon they were on their way to the 11th floor, all alone. Michael put his hands around her waist while Maria wrapped her arms around his neck, their bodies pressed tight together. His kisses were filled with such a consuming passion that had Maria was instantly mindful of the heat rising from her center as he ground his body against hers. His mouth was hungry, and when she parted her lips, his tongue penetrated her in a sinful, lustful, pornographic imitation of the sexual act to come. The elevator soon stopped, as the lovers broke their embrace to follow the maze of corridors to their room.

Opening the door Michael took her in his arms, carried her over the threshold and threw her upon the bed, slamming the door shut with a single thought. There was a savagery in his touch, a need, as if he was afraid that she might disappear before his eyes. Turning to their sides, he held her back, while the other hand glided over her white dress, under the fabric where he squeezed her ass tightly, possessively, as if to mark his property.

Her panties slid off quickly, he could smell her sex, wanting her more than he ever imagine. Michael took the gathered waistband of her skirt and slowly, sensuously, brought it down over her thighs and legs, finally tossing it onto the floor. Maria moaned as the cold air of the room hit her naked ass, she felt his fingers meander up and down her smooth skin, one finger slipped down the tender silken crack where it circle her anus teasing the opening. Maria gasped at the touch, but Michael didn’t give her time to think, to act, to say yes or no, he was all over her, bearing down on her, his needs were as furious as his actions. He was overpowering her emotions, her senses; he was drowning her in a waterfall of lust.

Something deep inside Michael stirred and surfaced, replacing him, slyly melding with him. He attacked her neck, closing in on her ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Maria," he whispered hotly. "I'm going to fuck you so good you won't ever want anyone again.” With considerable restraint, Michael slowed the pace a little; his kisses became tender, trembling with a suppressed hunger. He kissed her neck, her throat, taking her lips again, she felt him poised on the edge of some terrible violence, and for a brief second of time Maria was afraid to move that she might set him off.

He removed her blouse and bra as he scanned her body, his eyes roaming up and down, confirming what he already knew. His eyes met hers again, where Maria saw a feral look, hunger, desire; she grew wet at that sight. Michael palmed her breasts moving his head down to circle the tips sucking them into his mouth. Maria arched into him, moaning, and then suddenly he flipped her over.

Maria tired to focus on the scene in front and to the sides of her of her, it was fragmented, abstract, challenging her senses and brain to formulate a clear image of the wall that now faced her. From floor to ceiling as far as the wall stretched, there were mirrors; large, small, fractured, angular, concaved, round, shards, beveled, convex, in all manners and forms. Each individual piece of glass was part of an enormous canvas with her and Michael representing the paint, a Picasso in living flesh tones.

Their bodies appeared in hundreds of fragments of glass, as Maria looked from one panel to the next each reflection same as the last; an exotic, cubist puzzle. There were a thousand lust filled eyes, a thousand straining hard cocks, a thousand wet pussies all waiting for the artist to pick up the paintbrush to create the long swift stokes that will enable his canvas to come to life.

Maria’s eyes grew large as she focused on one single image, herself; she was mesmerized with the sight. Turning her head, she scanned the wall, where from mirror to mirror, Maria saw the same image: a brazen young woman with long blond hair flowing down making circles on the bed; green dusted eyes drinking in the vision; arms quavering to hold her chest off the bed while her breasts hung down like two elongated cones; a sleek ivory back arched high in the air ending in a down sweep to the rounded ass checks displayed so prominently in the glass. Maria took a deep breath as she took a good look before placing her head down, there she was, ass in the air, legs spread wide apart, and a very wicked looking Michael behind her.

Maria had become a voyeur watching her own erotic movie in the mirror as Michael positioned himself behind her, she felt his hands travel up her legs, his thumbs were on the inside as they closed in on her cheeks. His thumbs parted her cheeks, one finger slipped up and down the crack dipping under towards her dripping center. Catching some of the fluid, the finger returned slipping easily now up and down the crevice before sliding back under for more fluid. Coming back his finger circled her anus, once again letting a finger slid barely in as Maria gasped at the intrusion, a new sensation.

Michael was unable to tear his eyes away from the vision in front of him, the small rose-colored circle, stretched to receive his finger; Maria trusted her hips backward pushing more of his slender long finger inward before he was able to remove it. He lifted her ass even higher in the air, forcing her head onto the bed, as he lowered himself until he was eye level with the pink lips, glistening in the light. “Oh! Fuck” he gasped, knowing he could enter swiftly the wet entrance. He gulped getting in control as his cock groaned against the bed.

Maria’s breath was as irregular as her heartbeat, she picked up her head to look once again into the mirrors, the sight was erotic, they made a wicked couple she thought her wantonness and his libidinous nature.

Michael bent forward taking a swipe with his tongue against the pouty lips concealing her heat. “Oh! Oh!” Maria moaned as he drew his tongue back and forth against the outer lips, teasing her, until with a small motion, his tongue parted the lips seeking the entrance where he drove his tongue in, as she shuddered and moaned loudly he licked her again; a raw, primal, a magical force was awaking inside her. Michael’s fingers slid between her lips as he began a rhythm, his tongue sought out her secret hidden bud of her clitoris, his touch almost too much for her to bear as he kept up the torture.

Stealing another look into the mirror Maria saw Michael rise up behind her, his face glistening with her scent, he licked his lips as he watched her in the mirror, an evil grin shone on his face. His fingers were still her, steady in rhythm, deep, penetrating. Their eyes met reflecting want, desire, carnal; Maria could see the urgency in his stare and that realization drew her even further on, when Michael whispered to the mirrors, “Tell me. Do you like this? Them watching us. Me watching you? I want you to watch to see my cock in your pussy, to feel my desire and love for you. Do you see it?”

“Yes,” screamed Maria, her legs and arms were trembling, the pressure was mounting. She arched her back as Michael keep the rhythm steady as the sexual urge grew exponentially, the women in the mirrors felt the same, as fingers worked their magic in and out of the multitude of pussies. This had to be debauchery at its best.

Maria spread her thighs, lifting herself up on her forearms; she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Do it!" she heard herself cry out. "Fuck me!" Maria was on fire for him, the aching between her legs multiplied by the second; she wanted his hardness inside her, she wanted to feel his fierce strength burn her soul, she wanted to be consumed by him.

Michael only response was a deep animalistic growl as his fingers receded and his hands grabbed the crest of her hipbones and pushed forward sheathing himself in her in one swift movement. "Oh!" she cried as her muscles fought to stretch and throb around him. "Oh God!" Michael stilled for a minute, making sure she was okay, waiting for Maria to start moving her hips.

The Maria looked up, the lovers all around her, were reaching out to her, bringing her into their madness, as Michael’s cock throbbed inside her. She pushed back and that was all it took. He started withdrawing and then reentering her, she could see his cock as it parted her lips, “Oh my God,” Maria breathed in deeply, resting her head down looking at the orgy in front of her, this had to be the ultimate porn sight. Maria trembled and moaned, with anticipation as she watched the other women do the same. The moans became louder, voices echoing back to her, voices she did not recognize. She closed her eyes feeling his cock gliding in and out; she was in pure bliss.

Maria reopened her eyes, leveling them back to the mirror wall where she could see Michael on his knees, his hands tightly holding her hips as she knelt before him, subjecting herself to his onslaught. His eyes glazed over, his breath short and rapid, lips parted as he drew in air. Michael tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her all the way back, then without warning he propelled forward again impaling her on his cock. Maria felt him throbbing inside her as he pulled out again until just the tip was barely in and then slid back in, he repeated this motion but the distance grew shorter as he delved to stay in deep.

"Yes. Fuck yes.” Michael was panting, “so good, so fuc…," his voice trailed off, as he concentrated on the sensation, his cock was burning.

Michael was fucking her like a possession; she belonged to him, she had no purpose other than to serve him. He pumped in a silent rhythm as witness by the eyes staring back at them. Each woman had a smile of contentment; each man had a sinful grin. Michael balls were low, filled, holding back, as they slapped against her making her moan with each impact. Maria clawed the satin bedspread, her shoulders dropped down as her check rested on the cool burgundy fabric, letting him dominate her, take her like a some wanton streetwalker.

“Oh God,” Maria felt wild, her mind drew on a fantasy where she was the perfect Reno porno star performing for her audience of one times a thousand. They all smiled groaned approval as they fucked with her, matching her motions, her direction, her speed, her needs, her wants. "Fuck me harder!" Maria yelled. “Yes! Yes! Michael! Yes!”

She looked again in the mirror, her own eyes had grown unfocused, but she desired to see Michael’s face caught in the moment of rapture. He opened his eyes, flashing silver; Maria screamed out as she shut her eyes tight, sure, that she was delusional from the heightened sexual sensitivity.

Michael was lost when Rath took hold of his body and brought Maria into his possession with lust, desire, and passion. Maria shuddered and climaxed falling like a limp a rag doll as Michael pulled out and flipped her over. Then for a brief second his hand was back at her pussy, no next to, as Maria felt a short burst of pain before it subsided.

“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.” Michael then entered her again in one smooth move of his hips, as he started his pace once again. Maria was sure she had gone over the edge; she was feeling and hearing things that could not be happening.

”Can you feel it Maria?” he moaned into her mouth. “Can you feel my cock?” He didn’t stop the rhythm between her legs. “Make me come baby.” Michael growled out as he sped up, his cock was like a piston, hard and fast. “Can you do it? Make me come?”

She melted into him as the raw passion she felt from him washed over her again; it lit her body aflame, she could do nothing but give herself over to him once again. She felt her heart leave her body as she raised her ass further, her legs rested on his shoulders, her hips responded in sync to his thrusts and hands. He did not let up, faster and faster, his cock was beyond hard, it was steel, as she felt him grow even larger.

Maria climaxed again with a thoroughness that she has never felt before; it was as if her entire soul washed in brilliant white light. She felt Michael filling her, again and again as he grabbed her rolling her on top of him; she caught his brown eyes before he passed out. She found herself following him into the darkness and for the first time into the dream plain.


~ The crevice echoed the voices of love ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 5 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ My Life is a Circus ~

Timeline: The Same Night

“All of the ups and downs of a carousel that I know so well life is a three ring circus” “Three Ring Circus” by Blue Magic

“Max are you sure Michael is here?” asked Liz.

“Yes I can feel him.”

“You can feel him? What do you mean?”

“I cannot explain it Liz, it is just that I can feel where he is.” Max said as he stopped the van in the Circus Circus Parking Lot. He looked in the rear view mirror to check his hair and clothes when Max saw his own eyes change from light brown to coal black and back again. He blinked, Zan had surfaced, it was happening, he was merging, becoming one with him.

They entered the lobby and Max went straight to the front desk. “Hi, I was wondering if a friend of ours has signed in yet,” Max paused. “The room would be under Rath.” Isabel upon hearing Max, sucked in some much-needed air as she grabbed Kyle’s arm, he looked at her puzzled by this sudden display of affection.

“Yes sir, Mr. and Mrs. Rath registered a little over an hour ago. Mr. Rath left these for you, Mr. and Mrs. Robert T. Roy.” The desk personnel handed Max and Liz a key. “Miss Alexander I presume,” smiling at Isabel “and of course Mr. Harold Wall” handing Kyle the last key. “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

They rode the elevator to the 11th floor in silence, each one looking for their rooms. The rooms were deluxe suites each with a sitting area, a dining area, and a full size bath. Max went to check out the king size bed and bathroom while Liz took a tour of the living area. It was spacious and very plush. “Never thought Michael had such good taste,” she commented aloud. On the dining table, Liz found a note from Michael as well as tickets to a show downstairs. Max walked out of the bedroom drying his hands, “Max look,” handing him the note.

“Max did you see this?” Isabel came in with her note and ticket. Max held his up “What is going on?”

“Hey guys I got …” Kyle stopped in mid-sentence when Max and Isabel held up their tickets.

“So what should we do Max?” asked Liz.

“I guess do as the note says have dinner at the Steakhouse downstairs and see the show. You know Michael, he and Maria are busy as usual.” Max’s tone had an edge to it that Liz did not like, a quality that was more Michael than Max.

Their dinner that evening succulent, Michael had arranged to have the bill taken care of. The show was also excellent; the singer had a smooth melodic resonance that softened some of their ruffled feathers. That is everyone was soothed but for Max and Isabel, they were both seething, burning inside, why, neither could place their finger on it but something was different, Michael was responsible.

~ The crevice echoed the voices of anger ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Sexual Content

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 6 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ Fractured Mirrors ~

Timeline: The Same Night

“Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me why is my reflection someone I don't know. Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time” "Reflections” by Christina Aguilera

The knocking at the door was incessant; Michael stepped out of the shower growling about inconsiderate humans. Michael threw open the door to one very pissed off alien named Max who pushed his way in, despite the fact that Michael was half naked wearing only a towel, riding quite low on his waist and dripping wet. The rest of the gang followed looking for places to sit. Liz tried to advert her eyes at Michael’s attire, while Isabel bored a hole right through him. Maria came out of the bathroom in a short T-shirt of Michael’s, her hair wet, Max knew that he had interrupted a very private shower, but he could care less Zan was feeling his oats and wanting to pick a fight with Michael.

"Okay Michael. What did you leave us at the rest area?" Max asked him. “What? Just so you and Maria could come up here and screw around?”

Michael took a deep breath and looked at Maria for a split second. "Well, actually Maria and I..." Michael looked around the room and noticed Isabel glaring at him; he smiled at her as he finished the sentence. ” got married, so I figured we would stay here in Reno for a few days.”

There was silence for a couple of minutes until Max exploded. "How could you be so careless and do such a stupid thing?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Michael asked.

"It means exactly what you think it means. How could you, Michael. We are on the run for our lives. Remember Liz’s vision, they are after us right now. And you stop to get married!" Max yelled. “Why don’t we wait until they come and round us up? They can dissect us in a group study.” Max was livid. “How dare you without my permission?”

"And what did you do Your Majesty? Or is it only okay for you and your Queen there to get marry?” Michael yelled back. “I do not need your permission or approval. I do as I like.”

"You will do as I say." Max yelled getting into Michael's face. “I did not say you could get married.”

Michael's blood boiled. "Max, if you don't get the fuck out of my face right now, so help me God, I will smash you into pulp."

"You guys stop!" Maria yelled getting in-between them. "This is our marriage Max and you have nothing to say about it.” Maria started crying, “Why can’t you be happy for us as we were for you.” Maria sobbed as she ran out of the room.

“What is with you Max?” Liz ran out after Maria comforting her on the balcony overlooking Reno.

"Yeah, what the hell is with you Evans!" Kyle yelled as he stood up. “It is good that Michael and Maria finally got married.” Kyle slapped Michael on the back in a congratulatory wish, “Congratulations Michael.” Max snorted and stared at Michael. “God Max, you’re acting as if you are jealous.”

Kyle was more than glad Michael was married because that gave him a free run at Isabel, he was sure the incident at the rest area was just a one last fling. “What do you think Isabel?” Kyle was sure she would be happy for them, showing everyone she and Michael were just friends, after all, she had pulled away from that kiss first; at least that is what Kyle thought. “Isabel?”

Isabel had left the boys, she walked up to the wall of mirrors and stood there looking at herself. Michael came up behind her, his eyes flashed a glint of silver, as he whispered in her ear, “Think of me fucking Maria, my dear Vilandra, over and over, each mirror echoing my cock going in and out her drenched pussy.” Michael looked up at Isabel in the mirrors chuckling, “You want to be there in those reflections, having me in you, admit it.” Michael closed in, “Think of that tonight in your bed all alone. My cock in you; powerful, crashing, alien sex.”

“Who said I will be alone?” Isabel said in an icy voice staring at Max and Kyle behind them watching the two talking.

“If you are not, I will kill the bastard. Whoever it is.” Michael responded, his eyes indicating Kyle in the mirrors.

“You would never.”

“Do not tempt me Vilandra. I will kill whoever you sleep with.” Michael’s voice was void of any emotion as he turned and walked away closing in on Max and Kyle. Isabel knew he would kill any lover she took, ‘he did it before’ Vilandra whispered in her ear.

Isabel walked over to where Michael was standing and slapped him hard across the face, dragging her nails deep, drawing blood. Holding her head up high she walked out with Max following.

“Well that cleared up a lot,” said Kyle as he walked out the door.

~ The crevice shook and shattered ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 7 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ Together Again ~

Timeline: The Next Day

“Feels like the first time. Like we’ve opened up the door. Feels like the first time. Like it never will again, never again” “Feels like the First Time” by Boston

Max decided the next morning that they would stay in Reno for a few days to rest and relax a little. Of course, that decision had nothing to do with the fact the hotel was already paid for, or that Michael had already voiced that choice the day before. The difference was now the King had decided to stay.

Isabel woke in a foul mood, and nearly bit off Max’s ear for breakfast. After looking around the casino for a while, she returned to her room, where all night she had been privy to the noises Michael and Maria produced through her wall. Michael made sure she heard clearly through the manipulation of the wall molecules and his urging of Maria to talk to him while having sex; very graphic sex talk. If she was not already aware of it, Isabel now knew the size, girth, smell, length both before and during, texture, taste, and hardness of Michael’s sex organ thanks to Maria’s vivid descriptions.

That afternoon Liz and Maria decided to check out the stores on the strip, they both desperately needed new clothes. While Kyle gambled downstairs and Max pouted in his room, Michael took the opportunity to look in on Isabel. He knocked on her door and when Isabel opened it with a wave of her hand, Michael walked in to face the music.

“How dare you take a wife Rath?” Vilandra had finally surfaced in full regalia. “You know I did not approve.”

“I told you two could play your game Vilandra.” Rath smiled sadistically. “How does it feel my wife to see me happy?” He smiled even more “Did you enjoy the show, blind but not deaf.”

She reached out to slap him. “You bastard, I will kill her”

Rath grabbed Vilandra’s arms, “No, you will not Vilandra. You will live with it. It is my right to take another wife.” Rath stepped in closer. “You are my property to do with as I see fit. I own you; remember you were given to me in marriage.”

“That may be, my dear husband, but I hold the right of whom you may take as a wife and I have the right to deny you any.” Vilandra stood up to Rath challenging his words. “Kandahar frowns upon the disobedience of the law, even from their Prince.”

Rath suddenly smiled as he let go of her arms, “It is your right.” He acknowledged, “Forgive me, my dear wife.” Throwing himself down on the bed, he glanced up at Vilandra, she was so gorgeous in this body. “So are you going to approve or turn me into the council?”

Vilandra looked at Rath sprawled out on her bed, she like the vision before her, but Rath would have to pay for his transgression, later when he least expected it.

“I will allow you one and only one more wife Rath. But I am doing it not for you but for Michael because he loves Maria,” answered Vilandra as she slowly walked over to the bed. “Tell me why did you marry Maria?”

“I did not marry her it was Michael, I held back in a little corner letting him have the honor. I just gave him a kick in the ass to do it; he has wanted to marry her for a long time.” Rath yawned and stretched out as the memories of last night crept into the smile on his face.

“I see that you have been out playing though, did you enjoy sex with her,” a strained voice failed to cover up the hurt Vilandra felt.

Rath looked at her she was hurt almost crying. 'Shit!' he thought. ‘Vilandra hasn’t acted like she cared for years, yeah we have sex when she is desperate, but her feelings… I can tell are different, almost the same feelings as when we were first married. She is merging with Isabel. Maybe this Vilandra will be warmer, wanting me.’ Rath now felt guilty for using Vilandra in his recent games, he only did it to make her mad because he was hurt that she rejected him, for Ki'var, for Alex, for Grant, for Jesse, for others that he never knew their names before they died. Rath still acted like a child when he was hurt and angry.

Rath reached up and drew her down onto the bed, “Do you remember my name?” Rath wanted Vilandra so desperately; he needed her to be complete.

She looked at him questioningly.

“Do you remember what you and Zan called me?” he repeated the question in a different format.

“No,”

“You called me Tellymon.”

That word opened up a flood as memories as Vilandra began to remember their life together, fragments of their marriage, children, mistrust and finally death.

“Tellymon,” whispered Vilandra as she leaning into Tellymon and he lowered her onto the bed. He stretched out above Vilandra, holding her hands high above her as he stared into her eyes, spellbound, past life images circulated through that simple touch of their hands, the unknown, misconceptions, pain, denial, fear, so much for love to overcome. Tellymon closed his eyes and leaned forward pressing their lips together; they slid together like a puzzle, a silent prayer, a gentle beginning.

With no words spoken, they felt the connection in sync, one into the other, his mouth sought entrance as he rubbed his tongue over her lips. Vilandra moaned against him, her mouth opened and as their tongues touched, every nerve in them was awakened, the electricity crackled between them emitting soft blue glow. TellymonRath’s body melted with the need for her, as she grabbed his ass pushing his hardened cock to her, their clothing growing wet with anticipation. Their kisses grew stronger, wilder, deeper with each passing second, their hands more frenzied, their breaths shorter.

Tellymon’s mouth traced a line down her neck, sucking in the creamy flesh that was being offered up to his hunger. He brushed her hair aside as he softly whispered in her ear "I'm going to fuck you, Vilandra. I'm going to fuck you so good you won't ever want anyone again.” Unbeknownst to Vilandra. TellymonRath said those same words in Michael’s image to Maria only yesterday.

His hands roamed all over, her breast, her ass, her center looking for a way in, a way to feel her hot skin. Vilandra nipped at his neck and shoulders, her teeth sank into his shirt as he growled in pleasure.

“Did you dream of reflections, mirrors, us together, one dancing off the other in a series of endless images?” He had dream-walked her and saw her deepest secrets.

“You dream-walked me?” Vilandra was surprised Tellymon remembered how to do that.

“Yes, you wanted to see, to be a voyeur, to see me fucking you.”

Vilandra arched at his words, her head dropping back as her eyes saw the vision from her dreams. Forcing her eyes open, she encountered the ceiling staring back at her, as she froze; across the whole ceiling were mirrors, fragmented just like on the wall.

She looked down and into Tellymon’s sparkling silver eyes as he smirked. “I wanted to see my cock in you also.” He then bent down and attacked her neck, sliding open the buttons on her shirt.

She teased him rubbing her hips into his hard length making him shudder moaning loudly against her neck as he slipped her shirt off, followed by her bra. Her breasts were succulent like dates ripened in the sun waiting to be plucked. He wanted more; he wanted to feel her skin. She kept teasing him, making him beg for her love.

"I thought you liked to play," Vilandra breathe into his ear.

"I want you badly," Tellymon said through clench teeth as another wave of lust hit him hard in the groin. “I can't stand it,”

With a motion of her hand, Vilandra removed the obstacles from between them, wrapping her long legs around his hips guiding him downwards. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered in the air. "Now," she cried out.

A licentious smile crossed TellymonRath’s face; he slowly stretched her arms out, as he descended hitting his target on the mark. Theirs was an old dance made of years of secret knowledge, comfortable, familiar, and satisfying. Vilandra trembled as he entered, his whole length sliding effortlessly into her, she clawed at his back, biting his shoulder looking for the nerve, that one nerve that undid Tellymon, putting him under her control. Finding it, she bit down hard drawing blood. Tellymon reacted with a sudden spasm as he felt her enter him; his body was on fire. That was what they both were looking for, the joining of their minds, bodies, and souls, the beginning of the bonding process, a bond that would reunite them.

TellymonRath and Vilandra always had an explosive sex life, despite her ice appearance in public Vilandra was a hellcat in bed, taking Tellymon with her into the bowels of depravity.

TellymonRath quicken the pace, it had been so long, his body was more than ready to finish, his ass tightened as he catapulted over the edge taking her with him. As it was the custom with Michael, he too rolled at the last second bringing her to lie on top of him as they both float on a pure orgasm sea.

An hour later, it was Michael who woke to find himself in bed with Isabel. ‘Oh Shit!’ he thought, ‘What happened!’ He quickly got up and dressed while running out of the room assuming Isabel was asleep, which she was, but Vilandra watched him smiling.

The crevice shook and shattered apart.

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 8 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ Sex Reno Style ~

Timeline: Late that night

“So I sing you to sleep after the lovin', I brush back the hair from your eyes. And the love on your face is so real that it makes me want to cry.” “After the Lovin” by Engelbert Humperdinck

Kyle jumped as Michael suddenly appeared at his side. ”Hey Kyle what are you doing up at this hour?” Michael was having trouble sleeping; guilt about where he woke up that afternoon was playing havoc with his mind. He got up and told Maria he was taking a walk, it wasn’t unusual for him to sleep only a few short hours, aliens did not need much sleep.

“Michael, you scared the shit out of me,” sputtered out Kyle as he placed another bet at the black jack table. “Yes another winner. I love you,” said Kyle as he kissed a furry foot.

“Oh god you need a woman bad,” noted Michael staring at the sad sight in front of him.

“Why?”

“You are kissing a dead rabbit and even the whole rabbit, only a foot.”

“No I am kissing my good luck charm.” Kyle scoffed “Dad gave it to me when I was just a kid. I had it in my pocket at graduation, the only thing I have from home.”

Michael then felt bad about teasing Kyle, “Hey man I am sorry I shouldn’t had teased you.”

“That’s okay,” replied Kyle as he picked up his winnings as and took them over to be cashed in. “I really do need a woman,” he sighed quietly to himself.

Hearing that with his supersonic ears, Michael looked at Kyle knowing that it had been a long dry spell for his friend. “Come on lets go.”

“Where?”

“Don’t ask just grabbed your cash and let’s go.”

Walking down the street Michael pushed Kyle ahead of him into a strip club. The place was crowded. Going up to an employee Michael asked a question and the guy led them down a corridor to an empty room.

Kyle watched Michael made the arrangements. Then taking his hand Michael led Kyle into the room and positioned him in the center. He then whispered “Enjoy,” in his ear and vanished as the lights were extinguished. Kyle stood in the middle of the darkened room for what felt like several minutes. Soon he felt four hands come up from behind him as they started sensuously removing his clothes.

Slowly two naked women came into Kyle’s view when the lights came on to a dim, as they continued their movements of stripping his clothes. Kyle was in erotic ecstasy, the feeling of the soft hands running all over his hard and toned body, never lingering for long as they teased his skin and senses.

“I am Spice,” said one with long auburn hair into his left ear,

“I am Sugar,” said the other into his right ear.

Kyle then felt himself being pulled into the floor only to be stopped by a large round bed that was close to him. They sat him down in the center of the bed and proceeded to kneel in front of Kyle, facing one another.

The two girls began to caress one another, Kyle watched on in fascination as Sugar and Spice kissed each other, their tongues playing. Parting from the kiss, Sugar took Spice’s very large breasts into her hands and licked her lips in anticipation. Using her fingers Sugar deftly manipulated the tips until they stood erect, two sweet pink balls asking to be suckled.

Kyle felt his cock grow hard watching these two pleasured with each other with their mouths and their hands.

Slowly Sugar leaned forward and took the tips into her mouth, as Spice arched her back forcing more of the breast into the eager mouth. Kyle eyes watched her tongue flick the tip as her fingers rolled the other nipple. Sugar’s long, long blond hair was falling over the other’s girl’s breasts, as Spice grabbed it keeping Sugar at her nipples sucking them.

They kissed again moving their hands over each other’s bodies in slow methodical fashion. Sugar then released Spice’s breasts as she leaned back. Spice smiling at Kyle Positioned herself between Sugar’s legs and spread them wide. Kyle could see her pussy glistening in the colored lights that spotlighted the action below. Slowly Spice began to kiss up her thighs, working her way toward sugar’s shaved pussy. Reaching her target Spice paused as her finger spread open the lips, showing Kyle the prize that lay within.

Spice then eased her tongue inside of Sugar, as her tongue softly traced Sugar’s clit in a big circle. She skillfully avoided the bundle of nerves, until suddenly she sucked it deep into her mouth. Sugar screamed with passion as Kyle cock shot straight up, pre-cum leaking down. He was going to explode watching these two.

As if the girls could feel Kyle’s cock calling out for release, they both sat up, Sugar got on her knees and took one ankle in her hands as she started laying down small kisses. Spice licked off Sugar’s scent from her lips as she followed Sugar’s lead on the other leg.

With excruciating slowness, they kissed their way up Kyle’s leg, each passing moment they got closer and closer to his cock. Kyle could feel their hot breaths as their hands and tongues explored his skin.

They licked his inner thighs as they glided their hands in-between spreading his legs slightly. Then in synergic moves they began to kiss his cock on each side; one ran her tongue up his cock while the other ran her tongue down. Sugar then began to deep throat him as she came up and over his tip engulfing him in her mouth, taking his length down deep in her. Spice opted for his balls as she nipped and suck them into her mouth. The two kept up this until Kyle was bucking his hips in ecstasy.

The two then broke away from his cock as they shared a deep kiss over his weeping tip before they exchanged places. Kyle had never experienced anything as erotic in his life as these two delicious tongues making a meal of his cock. Feeling that Kyle was close to coming, the girls stropped their ministrations. Sitting up they pushed Kyle’s body down onto the mattress.

Spice bent over Kyle taking his cock into her mouth where she expertly rolled on a condom before removing his hard shaft. Sugar then climbed on top of Kyle and slowly inserted his cock into her pussy, riding him. She gyrated her hips swiveling him inside of her, causing her to moan loudly as she yelled, “That is it baby, right there keep on fucking me.”

Spice placed her recently shaved pussy a few inches from Kyle’s lips, facing Sugar whom she began to kiss and play with her tits. Kyle looked up to see the pink lips beckoning to him. He reached up with his tongue tasting her; she was sticky tasting like strawberries due to the edible cream she had coated herself with prior to walking in the room. He began to play with her, fingering her center watching in fascination as she moaned above him.

Kyle caught glimpses of the girls kissing and pulling on each other’s nipples, which caused him to buck his hips and moaned deeply. Kyle send his tongue into Spice deeply when he noticed that she had a piercing there, he rubbed his tongue over the metal as she screamed and ground down onto his face. She pinched Sugar’s nipples extra hard making Sugar crashed onto Kyle’s cock with extra force.

Kyle was ready to explode with that action. He did it again this time taking the metal into his teeth and biting softly down. Spice went wild, as she kissed and sucked on Sugar. Sugar responded fucking Kyle until he came drenching her insides.

Sugar pulled off as Spice and her cleaned Kyle’s cock causing it to become aroused again. This was Kyle’s dream fantasy; the one he dreamt of night after night for the last two weeks. He had every action pictured in his mind, the same actions that the girls were doing. ‘How could Michael know what my desires were, it must have been a coincidence.’ Kyle let his head fall back as they continued to send him deeper into his fantasy.

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Michael had gone back to the main room of the club to wait for Kyle. Taking up a stool in a corner, he ordered a club soda and watched the action. The room was crowded, the music was blaring and the girls were not bad. The dancers were changing as a new stripper came on stage, she was not as young as the last one, you see it in her face, but still she had what the men wanted, large tits and knew how to move. The men who come into these places were not looking for love or art, they want raw, uninhibited, pure, fuckable, forbidden sex, so they could jack off or get it up with their wives later.

Michael was no different, sure he loved Maria more than he could have had ever imagined, and he was in love with Isabel/Vilandra, two incredible looking females, one alien and one human, but still he enjoyed looking at these naked bodies feeling his cock rise wanting attention.

The stripper was wearing the smallest pair of cut jeans short, a white shirt, a cowboy hat and brown leather boots. She basked in the attention of the men leering at her from the edge of the stage. As if in slow motion she walked to the end of the stage, squatting down, she leaned forward and shoved her big tits into some poor shumck’s face. Before he could take advantage of the situation, she withdrew to the security of the stage area.

She turned around and unbuttoned her shirt slowly dropping it off her shoulder, letting it slide downward, before she turned back exposing her breasts, the tips held in mystery covered by sequin pasties. She dropped her shirt as she made way to a pole across the stage. Taking a short run, she leaped onto the pole encircling it with her legs as she slid down the cold steel. Grinding her hips to the music, she fucked the pole wildly, letting her pussy slid up and down, rubbing her juices causing the metal to shine in the light, Twirling her self away from the phallic symbol, she stropped center stage as she squatted down. Slowly she brought one hand down going in-between her legs, running a finger up under the edge of her soaked shorts and into her cunt itself, as the other hand slowly lowered the zipper. Pulling her finger out she licked off the juice as the men started screaming in the audience.

Standing up she took each side of the waistband and bent over looking at her audience from between her legs. Her hair fell to the ground, her breasts swaying freely. She peeled down the shorts, revealing her crack wit a red string snuggled in between the tanned cheeks. She wiggled her ass, delighting in the moans and groans from her viewers.

Her tight asshole almost came into sight when she stopped and began to pull back up the shorts. A loud no erupted from the participants at this point in this sexual act. Looking over her shoulder, she laughed as she bent back down and pushed the shorts down to her ankles revealing her firm rounded ass. Using her hands, she spread the cheeks wide letting the cool air hit her hot throbbing hole.

The bar became full of cheers and wolf whistles as she stood up and kicked the shorts out of her way. She strutted over to the side again, letting her hands feel her breasts up, making sure the men could see her fingering her nipples through the pasties.

She leaned against the pole, letting her hands play with her nipples, slowly removing the pasties from as she continued to tease herself. The with careful balance she slid one leg up the pole holding it in position as the viewers got a god close-up of her pussy.

Michael could tell this one liked her job, you could see it in her eyes when she spread her legs wide right in front of their noses taking pleasure in the men’s lust filled eyes grow large at the sight of the g-string running between her waxed and wet pussy lips and her swollen clit.

Michael was all alone in his thoughts and desires as he watched her dance and symbolically fucked herself. ‘Shit, Michael thought, ‘what man wouldn’t enjoy watching this. He would have to be dead.’

Suddenly another girl entered the stage and walked over the dancer and started to lick her cunt.

“Shit!” said Michael aloud as his eyes shot wide open.

A couple of stools down one guy slapped another on the back and said quite loudly, “Fuck this is like having you own private harem.”

Suddenly Michael was gone.

~ The crevice exploded ~

[suicide_eagle_rath]

Warning: Explicit Sexual Situation / Slash

Book 1: Section 2: Chapter 6: Part 9 of 9

Gone but Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar
Section 2: The Crack Widens
Chapter 6: Silver Bells Peal in Reno
~ The Gift ~

Timeline: Late that night

“Aliek Asaal (Asking for you) “ from Best of Modern Belly Dance From Arabia

Zan lead TellymonRath down the back stairs, crossing the courtyard through private walkways hidden by stonewalls finally opening a secret door that lead away from the Royal living quarters of the Palace.

“Where are we going Zan,” asked a young TellymonRath.

“I have a present for you, for your anniversary.”

“What anniversary?” questioned TellymonRath.

“You have been at the palace for a year, today, so I got you a gift. Come on, Tellymon.” Zan smiled, it had been a hard year for them both.

A year ago, TellymonRath came to the Palace of the Silver Rose to live. In that year he and Zan had an affair, fought a war together and won, Prince Rath, (as he was known to all outside the Palace) became a battle hero among the Kandahar warriors, and the worst of all Tellymon (the name Zan and Vilandra always called him) almost died due to Zan’s rage. It was a year of rage, hate, friendship, love, revenge, and forgiveness.

They crossed into the courtyard of the Royal harem and went up some more stairs to a private yard enclosed by flowering hedges.

TellymonRath had never been here, but he did hear the older men at the court talking about the pleasures inside.

The enclosed yard was lush scented by colorful flowers said to heighten the sexual experience. Fountains were plentiful as the sound of water softened the stone floors and arches of the palace walls.

“My lords, how may we serve you today?” An older woman bowed low before them.

She stood as Zan whispered something in her ear. She bowed again and left, clapping her hands for the girls to assemble.

Zan then lead TellymonRath over to an enclosed tent parted the fabric and entered. Rich deep amethyst and gold silk fabrics draped down from tent’s twenty-foot center pitched roof. These same fabrics covered the length and breath of the massive the ten-foot tall walls. The tent was expansive, over a hundred feet in width and length. Large bronze columns braced the roof separating the space into intimate areas. Thick intricately design carpets covered the stone floor, while large copper braziers were light for light and warmth. Fresh flowers were everywhere, their perfumed scent heavy in the room. Candles glowed from the many tables scattered about while patters of fresh fruit and pastries were abundant.

“Why are we here Zan?” TellymonRath looked around nervously.

“Like I said I have a gift for you. Now sit.” He guided TellymonRath to a soft mattress that lay upon the floor surrounded by silk pillows.

“Comfortable?” TellymonRath nodded yes.

Zan clapped his hands.

Music started flowing surrounding them; soft flutes, lyres, and bells started as the rhythm increased a steady beating drum could be heard. From the side TellymonRath saw six of the most beautiful young maidens entered the room.

Five sat down in a line, while the sixth came forward and stood before Zan and TellymonRath. They all bowed lowed, waited motionless for a few seconds before raising their heads. The girl in front was exquisite, her eyes were foreign; they sparked purple with gold dust evident in the iris.

She began to dance, slowly, voluptuously, with an animalistic sensuality. Erotic sways of her hips start, followed by her hands moving with minds of their own. She was like water, fluid, agile as her back bent backwards rotating her hips in large circles. Behind her, the girls clapped and snapped their finger in time to the drums rhythmic lure, singing songs of erotic love.

The rebaba and the tabla drums were beating into their veins while as they watched the dancer clasped her hands over her head while her pelvis gyrated in a constant, smooth, powerfully, sensual movement.

TellymonRath’s eyes were transfixed on the creature in front of him; he licked his lips as his breath shortened. Zan smiled and leaned back on his elbows enjoying the show.

The dancer was gently cupping her large breasts confined by a flimsy piece of translucent blue cloth, TellymonRath could clearly see her nipples as she ran her over them making them strain and harden under the pressure. He gasped when he realized that the nipples were pieced and good rings encircled them. TellymonRath felt himself harden at the sight. The dancer titled her head back and moaned as she pulled on one of the golden hoops. She continued to sway her hips, grinding them in front of the boy’s faces.

She glided over the carpets barefoot, her arms floating above her long flaxen hair, the red-painted fingers flickering like snakes' tongues as the air became heavy with lust and desire.

Zan looked over to see TellymonRath shift his position, the bulge in his pants was obvious; he smiled at the thought of what was to come.

The dancer allowed slide one of her hands inside her skirt, moving the fabric aside as her long legs came into view. Her body kept pace with the music as her hand slipped between her legs, disappearing from view. She writhed in pleasure dancing wildly as she knelt on the floor. Slowly she removed her hand from her center; wetness was evident upon the fingers. Looking at TellymonRath, she extended a finger for him to suckle. TellymonRath leaned forward taking the offering, tasting her, before he released her finger back, clean of her juices

The beat of the drum picked up still more speed, causing her dance to became even more exotic. With unbelievable flexibility, her hands slide down up and down her body, removing items of her clothing. Her breasts soon where bobbing up and down to the delight of TellymonRath and Zan’s eyes. Her nipples were large and brown; the gold rings made the flesh stand up more pointed than normal. She pressed her breasts together, squeezing the tips licking her lips all the time her eyes were locked on TellymonRath.

Her body was on the move as it gyrated, shook, rolled, the muscles moving on perfect in harmony one with the other. She moved her shoulders in rhythm to her pelvis in time to the exotic, sensual, raw, tribal music.

Hip circles, hip slides, rib circles, shoulder shimmy, snake arms and hands, one hip, then the other, circles forward, accelerating into thrusts so violent and impudent

Whirling and turning her dress soon feel down revealing her flat stomach, smooth rounded ass, and inviting core. The bracelets on her wrists and ankles were the only items left on her body as she now shook and slithered, slowly advancing on TellymonRath until she stood just above him. She dropped down gracefully arching her back as her private area jutted forward and her head dropped back when her hands hit the floor. She was totally exposed to TellymonRath’s wide eyes; she was his bridge to his new life as she initiated him with sex.

Zan closed in on TellymonRath to see the view. He breathed out at the sight; her pussy was drenched, pink and inviting to the touch. “Go on,” nudged Zan, “touch her, fuck her.”

TellymonRath just looked, he had never touched a woman before; he was not ignorant though, he had already had sex, both forced and consensual, but never with a woman. “Go on open your gift,” Zan smiled as TellymonRath hesitated. Reaching over Zan took hold of TellymonRath’s finger and helped to slide it into her awaiting cunt. TellymonRath inhale shapely. “You like?”

TellymonRath nodded and slowly began to slide his finger in and out. The girl moaned and shuddered as he stroked her. TellymonRath grew bolder as he put in two fingers as he began a rhythm that was steady. The poor girl could barley hold her stance. Finally, she brought her body back up, but kept her legs opened for TellymonRath to explore.

She looked at the young prince; he was a great beauty for a man, long blonde hair, full lips, and silver lustful eyes. She brought down her knees to impact the mattress as she leaned forward placing one hand on his strong muscular chest and the other on his crotch where she ground against his prominent bulge. He was still fucking her with his fingers; the speed was increasing as she began to move her hips.

TellymonRath was breathing hard as she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong chest. She pulled in closer to him as her fingers enticed his nipples causing him to moan and buck into her hand. Getting the message, she began to lower his pants; soon his long hard cock was free as she took it in her hand.

“Fuck!” he spouted out in between pants. “Oh fuck.”

Zan looked on watching TellymonRath being seduced. He enjoyed it as the dancer exposed his chest and took his cock into her hands. The scene was incredible, both on their knees, she naked, TellymonRath’s shirt open falling down his shoulders as his arms moved the finger inside her cunt, and her hand stroking his incredible cock.

Zan came up behind TellymonRath, taking the shirt he slowly began slide it off his shoulders, kissing him on the neck causing TellymonRath to growl at his touch. The other girls now came forward, gently up behind Zan knowing what he like as they began to seduce him. Zan tipped his head back, smiled at the two lapping at his neck as he laid back and let them do their magic.

The music continued to play as the concubines placated their craft with skill and exuberance. Zan looked over and saw TellymonRath now on his back, the dancer riding his cock, one of the singers was sitting above his face as he fucked her with his mouth and she kiss and sucked on the dancer. Another was watching, rubbing his feet, waiting her turn to please TellymonRath.

Zan growled as the two women on him were sucking his cock as they took turns kissing and licking his skin. He turned one of them over and started to fuck them one by one. As soon as he came in one, he switched to the next. The singers as each was done would fondle and kiss each other in his sight, making him every more desirous of them.

Zan heard TellymonRath moaning loudly as he was now also fucking them one by one, Zan was sure TellymonRath like his gift.

Upon fucking the last singer, Zan rolled off and stretched looking over at TellymonRath who was on his knees, ready to enter another girl. Zan could not resist the sight. He closed in on TellymonRath, caressing him with his hands, tracing the hawk tattoo on his back, nipping and kissing the flesh. TellymonRath arched his back at Zan’s intrusion and tipped his head back as Zan took him in a feverous kiss. The girls looked onward mesmerized by the sexuality of these two princes.

Zan then slowly dropped his hands down TellymonRath’s back massaging the skin pushing him gently foreword, encouraging him to put his cock in the girls core. TellymonRath complied and sank in deep, as she clutch around him and tightening her insides.

These girls were very well trained, being slaves from Harak, they were genetically created to be perfect sex toys for royalty and powerful figureheads. throughout the known galaxy. They were exceptionally beautiful, completely docile, and sterile. The fact that they were sterile eliminated unwanted royal children and their training ensure their silence about the bedroom antics of their masters. These six were a gift from a King Yartan, in a distant solar system for soldiers that Antar provided in defending them against a common enemy.

Zan pushed TellymonRath forward a little more as he leaned further into the girl, his hands resting on the mattress as he continued to pump away. Zan then ran his hand down the cleavage between TellymonRath’s ass cheeks and slide a finger in, TellymonRath acknowledged the action with a primal groan and slammed his body first against Zan and then into his partner.

Zan knew TellymonRath would like what he had planned. Removing his finger, he positioned his body against TellymonRath and slowly slid in, until his balls slapped up against TellymonRath’s butt.

TellymonRath moaned and growled as Zan began to slide in and out of him matching TellymonRath’s tempo in the girl. It was an incredible feeling for TellymonRath, he never tired of Zan and after tonight, he would never tire of the girls either.

“Oh fuck,” TellymonRath almost whimpered as he laid his head down on the girl’s breast as he came inside her. Zan stopped for a moment he was just starting.

Motioning to the girls for an arched ottoman, he had them slide it under TellymonRath as the girl slid out so he would be comfortable. The arches below the ottoman made it possible for another girl to slide under TellymonRath from the side where she could suck on his still hard cock. TellymonRath felt her mouth and shuddered causing Zan to start his movement.

Another girl came close and bringing a seat to the end of the ottoman and placed her pussy within TellymonRath’s reach. He eagerly began sucking and biting on her as the action below and behind him continued. Two others came up on each side of TellymonRath where they rubbed and played with his arms and back. TellymonRath was in heaven, his senses were so overloaded that he was having trouble keeping the walls in place, but he did as he bucked against Zan. He was so close to coming again; the mouth on his cock was tracing and biting his flesh while Zan’s cock grew inside him ready to spill. “Oh my fucking… Fuck.. Zan I am… Fuck.. I …”

“Hey Michael are you ready,” Kyle shook Michael out of his dream, “Shit buddy, thanks that was the best gift anyone ever gave me.”

“Yeah sure, but it wasn’t my idea.”

“Whose was it?”

Michael laughed and said, “An old old, friend”

~ The crevice became a fracture ~