Chapter 159
They spent a great time listening to Serena’s tales of the years she had spent in the Peruvian capital, now specially since they knew the respect the Antares had for the Andes people and how faithful this race had been to the aliens.
- People from all over the world meet at Machu Picchu not only to see the awesome ruins from that amazing culture, but because flying saucers are constantly seen in that area. You can’t imagine the legends I’ve heard! - Serena noticed she had absolutely captured their attention at the mention of aliens and went for it. - One of them tells of this woman called Catalina Huanca. She had managed to get together this huge amount of gold from the coastal groups from the zone of Pachacamac, on the outskirts of the capital. The last Inca, Atahualpa, had been captured by the Spanish Conquistadors, and being an outstanding leader, he had immediately realized that they were after the abundant gold of that region. He had been taken to this city called Cajamarca, in the highlands, famous for the thermal springs, and the Inca chief had promised his captors to fill the room where he was being held prisoner, with gold as high as his hand could reach in exchange for his life. You can still see the mark on the wall of the ransom room, and anthropologists can tell that he was tall man. So the running messengers, called the “chaskis”, were sent all over the empire asking for the ransom to save their leader. This woman, representing the coast, started her trip with her share of the ransom, but when they had barely gone a few miles, a “chaski” gave her the dire news that although the promise had been fulfilled, the Spaniards had already killed their chief by the “garrote”, which was a rope around the neck fastened to a stick behind it. The executioner kept winding it until the victim choked to death. So Catalina hid the treasure in a cave and they say it’s still there, waiting to be found. My grandmother’s sister married this Peruvian gentlemen who was very interested in the occult, and with a group of friends, he contacted these spirits with a ouija board, who would guide them to the treasure. He said that each time they found the cave and were about to reach the spot to dig it out, the place would cave in and they would have to run for their lives. The spirits would tell them the guardians of the gold were protecting it and had moved it. He said it happened 5 times and then they decided that it simply wasn’t for them to find. -
- WOW! What are we waiting for? - Maria joked.
- That was so unfair, they had no right to kill him! - Liz said outraged.
- It was a shame because he was a very intelligent leader. The Incas had this kind of feudal system called “ayllu” that worked fine, and there’s this traditional story, by the fabulous local writer, Ricardo Palma, that says that during his captivity, Atahualpa watched the Spaniards playing chess. Just about a week later, one of the players was about to make a move, and the Inca stopped his hand from moving the bishop, and pointed to the knight. The soldiers laughed at the prisoner, but humoured him, and it was a check mate! - Serena enjoyed the attention they were paying to her.
- Go on, go on! This is so interesting! - Kyle surprised them.
- Well, I was lucky enough to meet Maria Reiche. She was a German lady who became fascinated with the Nazca lines. These designs on the desert are huge, with animals and other stuff covering several kilometers and can only be seen from the air, that’s why many say they were guidelines for alien ships. The lady insisted till the end that they were man made. But once, when I was having tea with her, I asked her confidentially if she really believed that. She said that whatever she believed, first she had to prove it right beyond doubts. Then she winked at me and said if I had noticed how everytime aliens were mentioned, you were automatically suspected of being a candidate for the funny farm. That got me thinking, but when I pursued it, she changed the subject and would not go back to it no matter how much I tried. Unfortunately, she died soon after.
- I’d love to see that place. - Michael had a weird look in his eyes and Liz knew he was visualizing River Dog’s cave and the desert floor when he had been sick, suspecting they were very similar
- And this one was amazing! I actually met the man: he had his arm badly mangled at the factory he worked at, and all the doctors in Lima told him there was nothing they could do about the amount of damage he had sustained. So he went visiting his family in the highland city of Huaraz, and they took him to this very high snow covered mountain range called Pasatoruri, where groups of people meet flying saucers, and the aliens heal them. The communication was totally mental, and they told him he would be fine, but his arm would turn into a magnet for a while and they it would just go away. I saw the pictures of how his arm had been, and he does have the scars to prove it, but it’s in perfect working order now. Dr., you must have some real good anecdotes to tell us too…- Serena turned to Stuart.
- Stuart, please…nothing exceptional, really, just the usual boring medical blotches that can never be helped, but are part of our experiences to make us be able to prevent them from happening again…-
- Guess Michael was a major one, huh? - Kyle felt his friends’ disapproving eyes immediately, but it was too late to go back.
- What do you mean? - Uncle Derek’s eyes went from Kyle to Stuart, who sighed buying some time to make sense without giving them away.
- Michael has a rare condition that could be considered in the range of what we call “awareness” during anesthetics. That means the patient seems to be asleep and unmoving, but is feeling everything. Michael’s case is different and the worst I have seen so far, because general anesthetics have no effect on him at all. A strong dose of a local kind, though, paralizes the area, but he can feel and of course, he’s awake. It’s very frustrating, but it’s the best that can be done. - Stuart hoped that would be enough to calm their curiosity.
- And when he needs an operation? - Uncle Derek frowned.
- I’m quite healthy, but I’ve got hurt many times, and it’s a real bitch…sorry, problem. - Michael apologized mostly to Serena. - I’m used to it. -
He noticed the way Serena was looking at him, her eyes scanning his body, and he felt as if they were going over each of his scars as she unfailingly identified each injury. It was so uncanny, but the vibes he got from her were full of love, as if she wished she could have spared him from the pain.
- How about some ice cream? - Serena decided it was enough, not only for Michael’s but for everyone’s sake.
The spell was broken, and most of them were smiling again. Then, Maria, Laurie and Isabel got in a fashion discussion that Liz simply wasn’t much interested in. She put in a word or two and moved away unnoticed to lean on the white fence that overlooked the garden. She could hear Max, Stuart, Kyle and Uncle Derek loudly discussing sports, and was surprised not to hear Michael. She turned towards him, and noticed his eyes were focused on her. He gave her a relaxed smile and closed his eyes. He had been lying on his side with his head on Maria’s lap, but now that she was gone, he rolled over on his stomach and Liz felt him falling asleep. She watched him snuggling comfortably and felt another pair of eyes were also on him. She turned to her right and saw Serena was also watching him, ready to warn him of any danger, but still knowing he was the protector and warrior, if it came to a fight. Liz had this eerie feeling that the old girl knew exactly what Michael was, and that Max and Isabel were part of the same package. She almost jumped when she saw Serena start walking towards her. At first she wanted to bolt over to Michael, to feel safe, but as the woman got near, she got this amazing sense of peace, and her smile told her everything was alright. Serena leant back on the railing just like Liz was doing, and kept looking at the sleeping Michael.
- He’s not your boyfriend, but you two are definitely close. A beautiful friendship, of a very rare and special kind, am I right? - She smiled.
- He’s very special. - Liz admitted, smiling back.
- Crush, huh? Maria’s your best friend, and she knows, but is ok with it. -
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
Liz turned to look at her and watched her close her eyes tight for a few seconds to open them again, her head jerking back almost imperceptibly.
It was as if she had expected Michael to disappear, like she just couldn’t believe he was really there. Like it was too good to be true and she couldn’t trust her eyes, suspecting they were playing a trick on her.
- Is something wrong? - Liz had to ask.
- We need to talk, but not here. Maybe you could find some time tomorrow? Anytime? - Serena said hopefully.
- We’re leaving tomorrow very early, to be on time for school. - Liz was sorry to see Serena sigh with disappointment. - But we’ll be back next weekend to be with Michael. -
- Michael is staying? - Serena looked confused.
- Yes, he’s still recovering, and the injury he has just suffered, is the reason we came here. He needs to get over some issues, before he returns to school. I don’t need to tell you we are all rather touchy about it so I would be for the best if…-
- We keep this conversation to ourselves. - Serena finished for her.
Liz felt completely at home with Serena, she trusted her more than she even would her own mother.
- Hey, Spaceboy! You ok? - Maria came out of nowhere and knelt by Michael’s side, kissing the corner of his mouth.
- He’s just sleeping. - Liz said loud enough for only Serena to hear.
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Liz watched Serena give her a secret smile and turn towards Michael. She knew something unusual was about to happen when she noticed Serena was moving in a very slow motion. She couldn’t help gaping as she saw her finally reaching him and kneeling on the floor beside him. Serena reached out and touched the corner of his mouth. Half of it was on the cushion, so she traced it as far as she could, to about the middle. His lips parted and Liz felt the tip of his tongue make contact with Serena’s fingertip. She giggled and sounded like under water. Then she slid her finger back to the corner of his mouth and kept going down. She traced his jaw, neck, shoulder, ribs, hip, thigh, and stopped just after his knee at the top of his riding boot. Michael purred and did his snuggle, shifting his body just a tad sideways, the leg Serena was touching bent a little in front of the other one, his foot over his other ankle. Serena smiled and waited until he was still again to retrace her finger just as slowly. Liz felt Michael shuddering with the pleasure of her touch. Out of the corner of her eyes, Liz detected movement around them as the others noticed the interaction, some stopping in midsentence, approaching them and taking ages to get there. When Serena’s finger returned to the middle of Michael’s lips, he kissed it and his eyes opened. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Liz was brought out of her trance by the sounds around her as time returned to its normal speed. She heard Maria’s amused voice.
- That’s a new way to wake him up! And it worked! I’ll try it next time. - She was also smiling at Serena.
- Hey, kid bro, we’re leaving, c’mon, get up. - Laurie brushed his hair off his face and reached down for his hand.
- Ok…- Michael slurred in his sleep filled voice and got to his feet.
- Well kids, nice having you here, anytime you want. Jeffreys will pick you up at 6am so you’ll be back home in an hour at the most. That ok with you? Maybe earlier? - Uncle Derek asked.
- No, it’s fine. - Liz said on behalf of the rest of the group. - We’ll just go to pick up some breakfast and straight to school. -
They hugged, kissed and shook hands with the old couple and Michael again was last and they seemed reluctant to let him go.
- See you tomorrow, kid. - Uncle Derek grinned at him and waved at the rest.
- What are you guys doing tomorrow? - Max asked Michael.
- I don’t know…whatever. I’m riding everyday, that’s for sure. - Michael nodded and Laurie nodded back, approving, and looking forwards to ride out with him after classes.
- And we’ll all be rotting in school for a lousy diploma! - Maria sighed as they started walking back.
- If you want I can call for Rubén…- Laurie offered.
- NO! - Everyone shouted back, laughing at their outburst.
- We need the walk, I’ve eaten like a pig! Everything was great! - Isabel exclaimed.
- Yeah, I don’t even dare proposing to carry you back, cause I’ll probably get a ruptured hernia! - Stuart watched Isabel’s reaction and skipped away from her approaching hand to whack him up the head.
- I can carry you if you want…- Michael locked eyes with Isabel, and she saw the glint of Gandarium in his eyes, recognizing Rath in them.
- The way I’m feeling, not even alien powers could lift me off the ground! - Isabel laughed.
Michael had her in his arms in a fraction of a second, and made her feel light as a feather. He twirled her around twice and then held her close to him, Michael chuckling and Isabel giggling uncontrollably. Liz sensed Rath-Michael with Vilandra-Isabel, but it only lasted a few seconds.
- Michael! Put me down! - Squealed Isabel.
There was no fear whatsoever in her voice, knowing she was as safe as she could possibly be. There was no way he would drop her, she knew how strong he was and could cope with her weight without the least problem.
- Here, man. - Michael approached Stuart and placed Isabel gently in his arms.
Stuart took a couple of steps, and on the third he almost faltered, so turning it into a joke helped him save face, in the embarrassing situation he had got himself into. He eased her to her feet and took her hand. He wasn’t about to admit she was a heavy load. No way!
- Guess we have both exceeded our share of food today…I can hardly walk by mysef, so milady will have to wait until I’m back in shape. Frightfully sorry! - He took a bow and had them all laughing again.
Max noticed Liz was distant, her eyes never leaving Michael.
- Liz, is something wrong with Michael? - His concern for his lover showed clearly in his eyes.
- Nothing’s wrong with him.- Liz assured him, but she spoke without looking at him.
Max knew she was keeping something away from him and the thought that Michael might be in danger had him full of worry.
- Liz, please, what is it, I know you know something…- He insisted.
- Trust me Max, I know nothing yet, whatever it is, I sense no danger for him, but it will be clarified in a week. I don’t like having to wait either, but that’s all I can do. Please, don’t say anything until I can be sure what it is about. Maria and Isabel will drive us crazy if you do. -
Max nodded, knowing Liz was absolutely right.
They arrived at Laurie’s and she asked Sylvia for chamomile tea, urgently. The day had grown cloudy and there was the possibility of a rainstorm. They went to the chimney room and soon the trays with the teapots and mugs were brought in by Anita and Sylvia. A couple of mugs later, they were all as good as new. Michael was sleeping in Maria’s arms, in the large couch, with his back to the room. Maria had beat him there, lying back and stretching out luxuriously but then she squeezed herself against the back of the couch so he could stretch out beside her. She reached out for him and pulled him against her. Max, Stuart and Kyle were totally concentrated on the TV set, some game, basketball, it seemed, and Laurie had left to make sure the evening meal was light, and just what they would need later on.
Liz saw Isabel sitting there by herself, looking down at her hands and she went to her, quietly patting her arm. Isabel turned and when Liz gestured with her head, they both got up together and ended climbing the stairs to Isabel’s room.
- What is it, Liz? - Isabel asked her as soon as the door was closed and they were sitting on the bed.
- That was Rath-Michael carrying Vilandra-Isabel, right? -
- Was it that obvious? Did they say anything? - Her eyes were wipe open.
- No, I got it through Michael, his eyes had the Gandarium streaks, but it just looked like a sunshine effect. -
- What happened with Serena? - Isabel got back at Liz as the human girl’s eyes widened just as hers had, just seconds before.
Liz told her everything, knowing she could trust Isabel.
- Do you think she’ll get close to Michael when he’s alone? Remember Laurie will be at school…-
- I hope so, I’m not sure what she is, but she loves him very much. I sensed no harm coming from her. Just this incredible tenderness… could it be his mother? - Liz wondered.
- No, my aunt died when Rath-Michael was a baby, and our mother raised him with us. If it had been her, she would have come to us too. It wasn’t her. -
- A lover? - Liz whispered, not sure of how Isabel would take it.
- NO! Rath-Michael only had eyes for me!...I’m sorry…-
- It’s ok, I just wanted to make sure, you’re right. Guess we’ll just have to wait. -
- Maybe not…I can dreamwalk him everynight, and you’ll be in touch with him, right? - Isabel beamed, arching her eyebrows. - Maria and Max will drive us nuts! -
- Yeah…- Liz smiled. - And Kyle probably too. -
Isabel got up and they went downstairs to find only Laurie coming to meet them.
- We’re having a vegetable cream soup and custard for supper, that ok with you? The guys can have some omelettes if it’s not enough for them. -
- Laurie, please have mercy! Don’t even mention food right now! - Isabel said dramatically.
- How about a Julia Roberts flick, in my room? - She tempted them.
- C’mon! - Isabel noticed Liz wasn’t moving.
- I’ll check on Maria. She wouldn’t like to miss it. Be right back. -
Liz tiptoed towards the couch and saw Maria was awake, playing with Michael’s hair and rubbing his back. Her leg was bent and resting over Michael’s hip. Liz crouched over Michael and told Maria of their plans.
- You go ahead, I’m fine here. - Maria looked so relaxed and happy with Michael in her arms that Liz knew she was in heaven.
- Ok, if anyone asks, we’re in Laurie’s room. - She smiled at her best friend, happy for her. The guys were hooting and bouncing around, totally focused on the tube. Liz shook her head and felt like an old married woman. She headed for the stairs and Laurie’s room.
- Maria’s glued to Michael because she’ll spend a whole week away from him. She doesn’t even know who Julia Roberts is right now. -
She lay back between Laurie and Isabel propping her upper body against the plush pillows as the other two girls and Laurie used the remote control to play the film.
When they went back to the chimney room, the game had just finished, and the guys were talking to Maria. Then they saw them coming from the stairs. They could hear the rain falling heavily outside and it was a little chilly.
- We can light the chimney and have supper here. - Laurie suggested. - Maybe there’s something decent in the tube. -
They agreed and went back while Laurie called Anita to get her some matches and wood. They started flipping channels and Liz cried out:
- Wait! Go back, slowly! -
About three channels back, Liz had her stop. It was the Discovery Channel and it was showing a documentary about the conquest of the Incas by the Spanish Conquistadors. They watched the whole thing, remembering Serena’s stories and thinking of the Andes people who were still living in Antar. Anita and Sylvia got the fire going and watched it with them. When it finished, they left to bring their supper as they started watching another programme about the possibility of alien intervention in the building of the ruins of Machu Picchu and the Nazca lines, even the lady Maria Reiche, whom Serena said she had met, appeared on the documentary. They had their supper while they couldn’t take their eyes off the screen, using the breaks to comment and compare it with what Serena had told them.
- That’s the first place we’ll visit if we ever travel abroad. - Isabel decided.
Everyone was ok with the menu except Michael who wondered if there was something else. Before Maria whacked him, Laurie told him there were omelettes for those who wanted something extra, but the guys surprisingly declined. Laurie asked Anita to get one for Michael with cheese carrots and mushrooms, and fresh lettuce and tomato slices, just as he liked them.
- If you’re going to be sick, do it tonight, cause I won’t be here tomorrow. - Max reminded him.
- I’ll be fine, I’m just hungry, what’s wrong with that? - Michael protested.
- I’ll be here for you if you need me. - Stuart assured him.
- Ouch! - Went Michael and they cracked up with laughter.
- Hey! Nothing’s funny where my ass is concerned! - Michael insisted and just made it worse.
- I know baby, but please, take good care of your ass while I’m gone.-
Maria kissed on on the lips and rubbed his ass.
- Maria, please stop it…- Kyle was holding his stomach and tears were falling from his eyes.
- Here, Michael. - Sylvia brought the omelette and Michael glared at Kyle and ate it with gusto. Then he went for the custard and even repeated a second helping.
- He’s a big boy, what do you expect? - Maria defended him.
- I totally agree. - Isabel sided with them. - And now bed or there’s no way we’ll be up on time tomorrow. -
Liz watched Serena give her a secret smile and turn towards Michael. She knew something unusual was about to happen when she noticed Serena was moving in a very slow motion. She couldn’t help gaping as she saw her finally reaching him and kneeling on the floor beside him. Serena reached out and touched the corner of his mouth. Half of it was on the cushion, so she traced it as far as she could, to about the middle. His lips parted and Liz felt the tip of his tongue make contact with Serena’s fingertip. She giggled and sounded like under water. Then she slid her finger back to the corner of his mouth and kept going down. She traced his jaw, neck, shoulder, ribs, hip, thigh, and stopped just after his knee at the top of his riding boot. Michael purred and did his snuggle, shifting his body just a tad sideways, the leg Serena was touching bent a little in front of the other one, his foot over his other ankle. Serena smiled and waited until he was still again to retrace her finger just as slowly. Liz felt Michael shuddering with the pleasure of her touch. Out of the corner of her eyes, Liz detected movement around them as the others noticed the interaction, some stopping in midsentence, approaching them and taking ages to get there. When Serena’s finger returned to the middle of Michael’s lips, he kissed it and his eyes opened. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Liz was brought out of her trance by the sounds around her as time returned to its normal speed. She heard Maria’s amused voice.
- That’s a new way to wake him up! And it worked! I’ll try it next time. - She was also smiling at Serena.
- Hey, kid bro, we’re leaving, c’mon, get up. - Laurie brushed his hair off his face and reached down for his hand.
- Ok…- Michael slurred in his sleep filled voice and got to his feet.
- Well kids, nice having you here, anytime you want. Jeffreys will pick you up at 6am so you’ll be back home in an hour at the most. That ok with you? Maybe earlier? - Uncle Derek asked.
- No, it’s fine. - Liz said on behalf of the rest of the group. - We’ll just go to pick up some breakfast and straight to school. -
They hugged, kissed and shook hands with the old couple and Michael again was last and they seemed reluctant to let him go.
- See you tomorrow, kid. - Uncle Derek grinned at him and waved at the rest.
- What are you guys doing tomorrow? - Max asked Michael.
- I don’t know…whatever. I’m riding everyday, that’s for sure. - Michael nodded and Laurie nodded back, approving, and looking forwards to ride out with him after classes.
- And we’ll all be rotting in school for a lousy diploma! - Maria sighed as they started walking back.
- If you want I can call for Rubén…- Laurie offered.
- NO! - Everyone shouted back, laughing at their outburst.
- We need the walk, I’ve eaten like a pig! Everything was great! - Isabel exclaimed.
- Yeah, I don’t even dare proposing to carry you back, cause I’ll probably get a ruptured hernia! - Stuart watched Isabel’s reaction and skipped away from her approaching hand to whack him up the head.
- I can carry you if you want…- Michael locked eyes with Isabel, and she saw the glint of Gandarium in his eyes, recognizing Rath in them.
- The way I’m feeling, not even alien powers could lift me off the ground! - Isabel laughed.
Michael had her in his arms in a fraction of a second, and made her feel light as a feather. He twirled her around twice and then held her close to him, Michael chuckling and Isabel giggling uncontrollably. Liz sensed Rath-Michael with Vilandra-Isabel, but it only lasted a few seconds.
- Michael! Put me down! - Squealed Isabel.
There was no fear whatsoever in her voice, knowing she was as safe as she could possibly be. There was no way he would drop her, she knew how strong he was and could cope with her weight without the least problem.
- Here, man. - Michael approached Stuart and placed Isabel gently in his arms.
Stuart took a couple of steps, and on the third he almost faltered, so turning it into a joke helped him save face, in the embarrassing situation he had got himself into. He eased her to her feet and took her hand. He wasn’t about to admit she was a heavy load. No way!
- Guess we have both exceeded our share of food today…I can hardly walk by mysef, so milady will have to wait until I’m back in shape. Frightfully sorry! - He took a bow and had them all laughing again.
Max noticed Liz was distant, her eyes never leaving Michael.
- Liz, is something wrong with Michael? - His concern for his lover showed clearly in his eyes.
- Nothing’s wrong with him.- Liz assured him, but she spoke without looking at him.
Max knew she was keeping something away from him and the thought that Michael might be in danger had him full of worry.
- Liz, please, what is it, I know you know something…- He insisted.
- Trust me Max, I know nothing yet, whatever it is, I sense no danger for him, but it will be clarified in a week. I don’t like having to wait either, but that’s all I can do. Please, don’t say anything until I can be sure what it is about. Maria and Isabel will drive us crazy if you do. -
Max nodded, knowing Liz was absolutely right.
They arrived at Laurie’s and she asked Sylvia for chamomile tea, urgently. The day had grown cloudy and there was the possibility of a rainstorm. They went to the chimney room and soon the trays with the teapots and mugs were brought in by Anita and Sylvia. A couple of mugs later, they were all as good as new. Michael was sleeping in Maria’s arms, in the large couch, with his back to the room. Maria had beat him there, lying back and stretching out luxuriously but then she squeezed herself against the back of the couch so he could stretch out beside her. She reached out for him and pulled him against her. Max, Stuart and Kyle were totally concentrated on the TV set, some game, basketball, it seemed, and Laurie had left to make sure the evening meal was light, and just what they would need later on.
Liz saw Isabel sitting there by herself, looking down at her hands and she went to her, quietly patting her arm. Isabel turned and when Liz gestured with her head, they both got up together and ended climbing the stairs to Isabel’s room.
- What is it, Liz? - Isabel asked her as soon as the door was closed and they were sitting on the bed.
- That was Rath-Michael carrying Vilandra-Isabel, right? -
- Was it that obvious? Did they say anything? - Her eyes were wipe open.
- No, I got it through Michael, his eyes had the Gandarium streaks, but it just looked like a sunshine effect. -
- What happened with Serena? - Isabel got back at Liz as the human girl’s eyes widened just as hers had, just seconds before.
Liz told her everything, knowing she could trust Isabel.
- Do you think she’ll get close to Michael when he’s alone? Remember Laurie will be at school…-
- I hope so, I’m not sure what she is, but she loves him very much. I sensed no harm coming from her. Just this incredible tenderness… could it be his mother? - Liz wondered.
- No, my aunt died when Rath-Michael was a baby, and our mother raised him with us. If it had been her, she would have come to us too. It wasn’t her. -
- A lover? - Liz whispered, not sure of how Isabel would take it.
- NO! Rath-Michael only had eyes for me!...I’m sorry…-
- It’s ok, I just wanted to make sure, you’re right. Guess we’ll just have to wait. -
- Maybe not…I can dreamwalk him everynight, and you’ll be in touch with him, right? - Isabel beamed, arching her eyebrows. - Maria and Max will drive us nuts! -
- Yeah…- Liz smiled. - And Kyle probably too. -
Isabel got up and they went downstairs to find only Laurie coming to meet them.
- We’re having a vegetable cream soup and custard for supper, that ok with you? The guys can have some omelettes if it’s not enough for them. -
- Laurie, please have mercy! Don’t even mention food right now! - Isabel said dramatically.
- How about a Julia Roberts flick, in my room? - She tempted them.
- C’mon! - Isabel noticed Liz wasn’t moving.
- I’ll check on Maria. She wouldn’t like to miss it. Be right back. -
Liz tiptoed towards the couch and saw Maria was awake, playing with Michael’s hair and rubbing his back. Her leg was bent and resting over Michael’s hip. Liz crouched over Michael and told Maria of their plans.
- You go ahead, I’m fine here. - Maria looked so relaxed and happy with Michael in her arms that Liz knew she was in heaven.
- Ok, if anyone asks, we’re in Laurie’s room. - She smiled at her best friend, happy for her. The guys were hooting and bouncing around, totally focused on the tube. Liz shook her head and felt like an old married woman. She headed for the stairs and Laurie’s room.
- Maria’s glued to Michael because she’ll spend a whole week away from him. She doesn’t even know who Julia Roberts is right now. -
She lay back between Laurie and Isabel propping her upper body against the plush pillows as the other two girls and Laurie used the remote control to play the film.
When they went back to the chimney room, the game had just finished, and the guys were talking to Maria. Then they saw them coming from the stairs. They could hear the rain falling heavily outside and it was a little chilly.
- We can light the chimney and have supper here. - Laurie suggested. - Maybe there’s something decent in the tube. -
They agreed and went back while Laurie called Anita to get her some matches and wood. They started flipping channels and Liz cried out:
- Wait! Go back, slowly! -
About three channels back, Liz had her stop. It was the Discovery Channel and it was showing a documentary about the conquest of the Incas by the Spanish Conquistadors. They watched the whole thing, remembering Serena’s stories and thinking of the Andes people who were still living in Antar. Anita and Sylvia got the fire going and watched it with them. When it finished, they left to bring their supper as they started watching another programme about the possibility of alien intervention in the building of the ruins of Machu Picchu and the Nazca lines, even the lady Maria Reiche, whom Serena said she had met, appeared on the documentary. They had their supper while they couldn’t take their eyes off the screen, using the breaks to comment and compare it with what Serena had told them.
- That’s the first place we’ll visit if we ever travel abroad. - Isabel decided.
Everyone was ok with the menu except Michael who wondered if there was something else. Before Maria whacked him, Laurie told him there were omelettes for those who wanted something extra, but the guys surprisingly declined. Laurie asked Anita to get one for Michael with cheese carrots and mushrooms, and fresh lettuce and tomato slices, just as he liked them.
- If you’re going to be sick, do it tonight, cause I won’t be here tomorrow. - Max reminded him.
- I’ll be fine, I’m just hungry, what’s wrong with that? - Michael protested.
- I’ll be here for you if you need me. - Stuart assured him.
- Ouch! - Went Michael and they cracked up with laughter.
- Hey! Nothing’s funny where my ass is concerned! - Michael insisted and just made it worse.
- I know baby, but please, take good care of your ass while I’m gone.-
Maria kissed on on the lips and rubbed his ass.
- Maria, please stop it…- Kyle was holding his stomach and tears were falling from his eyes.
- Here, Michael. - Sylvia brought the omelette and Michael glared at Kyle and ate it with gusto. Then he went for the custard and even repeated a second helping.
- He’s a big boy, what do you expect? - Maria defended him.
- I totally agree. - Isabel sided with them. - And now bed or there’s no way we’ll be up on time tomorrow. -
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So they called it a night and went to their bedrooms. Michael decided that it would be faster to use his powers to get rid of their clothing and Maria lay back on the bed and reached out to him. Michael was immediately all over her, kissing every inch of her body. Then she pulled him down on her and kissed him as her hands roamed all over him, caressing and scratching.
She grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, sending him all the love she felt for him through their connection, as he did the same. The joint feelings were overwhelming, and then Maria whispered:
- Michael, I want you to come with me, as soon as I do. I don’t want you to wait for me, ok? Then when you’re ready again, you’ll come with me again. As many times as you feel like it tonight, because I won’t be seeing you for five days…-
- And five nights…- Sighed Michael.
- No, only four nights actually. We’ll be back Friday after school. -
- Oh, great. - He whispered back to her.
Maria noticed Michael was moving in an unusual way, then he was moaning as if in pain and Maria was getting weird vibes.
- Michael, what is it? - She found it real strange when he chuckled.
- Liz is having a good time too…-
- Michael! Shame on you! Give them some privacy! - She scolded.
- Hey, I’m minding my own business! Liz sent me a jolt, I didn’t! -
- Well, block her out, I know you can do it. - She snapped.
- What if Max…-
- Max will behave. He has no way of knowing you’re blocking her out, so he won’t risk it, and as far as I know, he’s not drunk. Oh god, Michael, I’m going to miss you so much! -
- Don’t even remind me. I hate sleeping alone. - His lips were all over her face.
- Oh yes, Michael, that’s definitely you again…don’t stop! -
Their lovemaking went on and on just as Maria wanted. Michael did check on Liz every now and then, and yes, Max was behaving cause all he got back from her was pleasure. After three intense orgasms, Michael fell into a deep sleep. Maria loved to feel his mouth on her nipple and his other hand cupping her other breast while one of her hands cupped his ass and the other rubbed his back until it stopped in sleep.
Her name whispered softly in her ear had her eyes flying open to meet Liz’s.
- It’s 5:30. We have time for a quick shower and perhaps a mug of coffee before the helicopter arrives. - Liz smiled at Maria and couldn’t help tousling Michael’s already tousled hair.
- So Max behaved himself last night? - Maria gave her a knowing smile.
- As far as I know, so did Michael…- Liz said blushing.
- Oh, he always does in bed, right? - A couple of years ago, Maria wouldn’t have believed she would be sharing this kind of sex talk with Liz.
- Ok, I must get up. Help me with Spaceboy…- Maria pushed Michael just enough on his side with Liz’s help to slide from under him.
Michael groaned and whispered: “Maria” and winced. She kissed the corner of his mouth and he turned to capture her lips and push his tongue into her mouth. Maria sucked it and then very gently pulled away, frowning as he whimpered at the loss. “No…please…” he moaned.
- Yes baby, I must go, but I’ll be with you real soon, you’ll see. - When Maria stood up, Liz could see she had tears in her eyes.
Liz kissed Michael’s cheek and squeezed his shoulder. Maria took a fast shower and as she came out of the bathroom, already dressed, she saw the others coming into the room to say goodbye to Michael. Isabel kissed him and Kyle and Max just went: “See you, kid.” And squeezed a thigh. They all had steaming mugs of coffee and Laurie handed one to Maria. She had barely taken a couple of sips when they heard the chopper arriving.
Max and Isabel used their powers to cool them to a drinking temperature, still hot enough but not to burn, and they rushed out of the room to meet Anita with a tray for the mugs. They all hugged her goodbye and then Sylivia, who was coming up the stairs to announce the arrival of their transport.
- They’re not deaf, hija! - Said Anita, rolling her eyes, and Sylvia, of course, giggled.
- I got Michael some hot chocolate…- Sylvia said walking into the room, but Maria hooked her arm in hers and pulled her away knowing she had managed to get a glimpse of the stark naked Michael sprawled on the bed.
- He’s sleeping. - Maria said as she got her out of the room.
By the look in Sylvia’s eyes and her wicked grin, they knew she had seen what she wanted. Maria couldn’t blame her for trying, she was just having fun, getting some nice visuals, she had Javi, anyway.
- Wait until he wakes up, ok? He’ll just love it, I know. - Maria smiled at Sylvia, and hugged her goodbye. - Take care of him, alright? But not too much! -
Sylvia was dragged away giggling, by her muttering mother. They got their stuff and hurried out of the house. It was a different pilot, so they had to guide him to the parking lot of the hospital, where Susan was waiting for them, alerted by Stuart’s call. She asked about Michael and they got in Max’s car and left for the Crashdown to get some breakfast.
Once the helicopter took off, Laurie went to Michael’s room and lay back on the bed by him. She took his hand in hers and Michael sighed and snuggled back against her.
- You’ll be fine, kid bro, they will be back before you know it. You’ll be safe here, no one will hurt you, I’ll see to that. - Laurie felt very protective of her brother, wanting to make up for all the years they were apart.
- Just wanted to check on him before I leave…- Stuart said from the door, hating to interrupt the brother-sister interaction.
- Sure, go ahead. - She smiled, thinking how Stuart had become part of her new family, and hoping he and Isabel could get together as soon as possible.
Stuart checked Michael’s scarred ribs, getting a couple of moans, his pulse was normal, and his cheek just felt sleep warm.
- He’s fine. - He assured her. - I’ll leave you my pager number, so feel free to contact me anytime you want, ok? -
- I’ll be at school, so I’ll leave it also for Michael with Sylvia, cause I don’t think he’ll be up any sooner than 10 am. I know he’s going to Uncle Derek’s from what I heard him saying yesterday as we were leaving, so he’ll keep him busy and entertained until I come back. We’ll go riding then. -
- I’ll probably be working till late, cause I took the weekend off, but I’ll ring up Anita or Sylvia when I get my lunch break just in case, ok? -
- I’ll leave Michael a note so he’ll know what to expect, and where to find you if he needs you. Thank you so much Stuart. Oh by the way, you had no problems leaving the apartment you were renting? - Laurie asked.
- No, I was just two days shy from a month there, so it was ok. I hadn’t been able to find anything near the hospital anyway. - Stuart said.
- Well, you have Rubén’s cell phone, so you just give him a ring when you want him to pick you up and when you’re ready to leave. -
- I insist on paying at least what they charged me for the apartment…-
- C’mon Stuart, you’re just using a room here! Forget it! -
- I’m actually using a lot of the house…-
- You saved my brother’s life, I owe you too much. Please, feel at home, there’s no way I can ever pay you for what you did for him. - Laurie smiled.
- No, Laurie, I owe you guys a lot for the privilege of knowing you and making me feel like family. Hey, I’ve got to run. I can just take a taxi, cause Rubén has to drive you to school. -
- It’s ok, he’ll come back for me. I still have a lot of time, don’t worry. Knowing him, he’s already waiting for you at the door. Wanna bet? -
Stuart smiled and patted Michael’s shoulder, than kissed Laurie on the forehead and rushed out of the room.
So they called it a night and went to their bedrooms. Michael decided that it would be faster to use his powers to get rid of their clothing and Maria lay back on the bed and reached out to him. Michael was immediately all over her, kissing every inch of her body. Then she pulled him down on her and kissed him as her hands roamed all over him, caressing and scratching.
She grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, sending him all the love she felt for him through their connection, as he did the same. The joint feelings were overwhelming, and then Maria whispered:
- Michael, I want you to come with me, as soon as I do. I don’t want you to wait for me, ok? Then when you’re ready again, you’ll come with me again. As many times as you feel like it tonight, because I won’t be seeing you for five days…-
- And five nights…- Sighed Michael.
- No, only four nights actually. We’ll be back Friday after school. -
- Oh, great. - He whispered back to her.
Maria noticed Michael was moving in an unusual way, then he was moaning as if in pain and Maria was getting weird vibes.
- Michael, what is it? - She found it real strange when he chuckled.
- Liz is having a good time too…-
- Michael! Shame on you! Give them some privacy! - She scolded.
- Hey, I’m minding my own business! Liz sent me a jolt, I didn’t! -
- Well, block her out, I know you can do it. - She snapped.
- What if Max…-
- Max will behave. He has no way of knowing you’re blocking her out, so he won’t risk it, and as far as I know, he’s not drunk. Oh god, Michael, I’m going to miss you so much! -
- Don’t even remind me. I hate sleeping alone. - His lips were all over her face.
- Oh yes, Michael, that’s definitely you again…don’t stop! -
Their lovemaking went on and on just as Maria wanted. Michael did check on Liz every now and then, and yes, Max was behaving cause all he got back from her was pleasure. After three intense orgasms, Michael fell into a deep sleep. Maria loved to feel his mouth on her nipple and his other hand cupping her other breast while one of her hands cupped his ass and the other rubbed his back until it stopped in sleep.
Her name whispered softly in her ear had her eyes flying open to meet Liz’s.
- It’s 5:30. We have time for a quick shower and perhaps a mug of coffee before the helicopter arrives. - Liz smiled at Maria and couldn’t help tousling Michael’s already tousled hair.
- So Max behaved himself last night? - Maria gave her a knowing smile.
- As far as I know, so did Michael…- Liz said blushing.
- Oh, he always does in bed, right? - A couple of years ago, Maria wouldn’t have believed she would be sharing this kind of sex talk with Liz.
- Ok, I must get up. Help me with Spaceboy…- Maria pushed Michael just enough on his side with Liz’s help to slide from under him.
Michael groaned and whispered: “Maria” and winced. She kissed the corner of his mouth and he turned to capture her lips and push his tongue into her mouth. Maria sucked it and then very gently pulled away, frowning as he whimpered at the loss. “No…please…” he moaned.
- Yes baby, I must go, but I’ll be with you real soon, you’ll see. - When Maria stood up, Liz could see she had tears in her eyes.
Liz kissed Michael’s cheek and squeezed his shoulder. Maria took a fast shower and as she came out of the bathroom, already dressed, she saw the others coming into the room to say goodbye to Michael. Isabel kissed him and Kyle and Max just went: “See you, kid.” And squeezed a thigh. They all had steaming mugs of coffee and Laurie handed one to Maria. She had barely taken a couple of sips when they heard the chopper arriving.
Max and Isabel used their powers to cool them to a drinking temperature, still hot enough but not to burn, and they rushed out of the room to meet Anita with a tray for the mugs. They all hugged her goodbye and then Sylivia, who was coming up the stairs to announce the arrival of their transport.
- They’re not deaf, hija! - Said Anita, rolling her eyes, and Sylvia, of course, giggled.
- I got Michael some hot chocolate…- Sylvia said walking into the room, but Maria hooked her arm in hers and pulled her away knowing she had managed to get a glimpse of the stark naked Michael sprawled on the bed.
- He’s sleeping. - Maria said as she got her out of the room.
By the look in Sylvia’s eyes and her wicked grin, they knew she had seen what she wanted. Maria couldn’t blame her for trying, she was just having fun, getting some nice visuals, she had Javi, anyway.
- Wait until he wakes up, ok? He’ll just love it, I know. - Maria smiled at Sylvia, and hugged her goodbye. - Take care of him, alright? But not too much! -
Sylvia was dragged away giggling, by her muttering mother. They got their stuff and hurried out of the house. It was a different pilot, so they had to guide him to the parking lot of the hospital, where Susan was waiting for them, alerted by Stuart’s call. She asked about Michael and they got in Max’s car and left for the Crashdown to get some breakfast.
Once the helicopter took off, Laurie went to Michael’s room and lay back on the bed by him. She took his hand in hers and Michael sighed and snuggled back against her.
- You’ll be fine, kid bro, they will be back before you know it. You’ll be safe here, no one will hurt you, I’ll see to that. - Laurie felt very protective of her brother, wanting to make up for all the years they were apart.
- Just wanted to check on him before I leave…- Stuart said from the door, hating to interrupt the brother-sister interaction.
- Sure, go ahead. - She smiled, thinking how Stuart had become part of her new family, and hoping he and Isabel could get together as soon as possible.
Stuart checked Michael’s scarred ribs, getting a couple of moans, his pulse was normal, and his cheek just felt sleep warm.
- He’s fine. - He assured her. - I’ll leave you my pager number, so feel free to contact me anytime you want, ok? -
- I’ll be at school, so I’ll leave it also for Michael with Sylvia, cause I don’t think he’ll be up any sooner than 10 am. I know he’s going to Uncle Derek’s from what I heard him saying yesterday as we were leaving, so he’ll keep him busy and entertained until I come back. We’ll go riding then. -
- I’ll probably be working till late, cause I took the weekend off, but I’ll ring up Anita or Sylvia when I get my lunch break just in case, ok? -
- I’ll leave Michael a note so he’ll know what to expect, and where to find you if he needs you. Thank you so much Stuart. Oh by the way, you had no problems leaving the apartment you were renting? - Laurie asked.
- No, I was just two days shy from a month there, so it was ok. I hadn’t been able to find anything near the hospital anyway. - Stuart said.
- Well, you have Rubén’s cell phone, so you just give him a ring when you want him to pick you up and when you’re ready to leave. -
- I insist on paying at least what they charged me for the apartment…-
- C’mon Stuart, you’re just using a room here! Forget it! -
- I’m actually using a lot of the house…-
- You saved my brother’s life, I owe you too much. Please, feel at home, there’s no way I can ever pay you for what you did for him. - Laurie smiled.
- No, Laurie, I owe you guys a lot for the privilege of knowing you and making me feel like family. Hey, I’ve got to run. I can just take a taxi, cause Rubén has to drive you to school. -
- It’s ok, he’ll come back for me. I still have a lot of time, don’t worry. Knowing him, he’s already waiting for you at the door. Wanna bet? -
Stuart smiled and patted Michael’s shoulder, than kissed Laurie on the forehead and rushed out of the room.
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Chapter 162
Laurie felt totally relaxed and at ease lying there by Michael as he lay facing away from her. His arm was parallel to his body behind him and hers lay beside it, holding his hand in hers. His hip was pushed back against their clasped hands and she enjoyed the warmth of his body on them. She failed to recognize the flash she got from him as such, and thought she had drifted off to sleep and was dreaming. She saw a girl about 14 years old, thin and willowy, blond and very pale, coming out of a large smoky room full of bustling people, and going into the little garden that lay in a hidden corner of the large unending woodsy area of the castle. It was a rather small square, full of bushes and flowers, birds singing and walled all around it except for about a yard that opened to the open fields. A tree grew right it the middle of the only access to it and limited the way in.
There was a stone bench that her father, who was a mason, had made for her and her mother to sit and enjoy the small pleasure they got out of the place, when the elder woman got a break from her job at the kitchen. She had been trying to help her so she could finish fast and join her outside, but had only managed to get in everyone’s way. They all kindly asked her to go and have some fresh air because the place was too stuffy and smelly for a youngster, so she followed their advice. Somehow Laurie knew the girl was herself, in another time and another world, with strange clothes, a little worn but clean, which only meant she belonged to the working class. She was glad to be there, in her private haven, and started singing a song her mother always sang when she was happy. She was smelling the lovely pink flowers when she heard some rustling behind her.
She turned to find this beautiful boy, that looked so familiar, squeezing around the tree trunk into “her” garden. He seemed to be about her age, but stronger, stocky, not a wisp like her. He stood there, with his head tilted to one side, smirking, his eyes locked on her.
- What are you doing here? - She asked, not angry, but curious.
- I was coming back from the stables, and I heard you singing. -
His voice…she knew she had heard it before, low for such a young boy, but it was his clothes that gave him away. Her mother did the laundry for the royals at the castle, and she knew them and who they belonged to.
- You are prince Rath-Michael! - She sounded acusing, so he took her lead.
- Guilty, sorry to intrude. - He tipped his head respectfully at her.
When he looked up, she was curtseying, frozen in place. He went to her and took her arms in his, pulling her up.
- Hey, no need to do that, I’m just a kid like you. - He chuckled, as she looked back at him wide eyed.
- No, milord, I’m older than you, for almost three years. - She confessed.
- Then I’m the kid and you’re a young lady, so it should be the other way round. - He smirked and she burst out laughing.
- You’re Royal Blood, and I’m a cook and a mason’s daughter! -
- I don’t mind if you don’t either…May I use that bench? I’ve been riding for hours. - He gestured with his head towards his left.
- Oh, do sit on it, if you wish, milord, but it’s rather hard, it’s made of stone.- She frowned.
- I’m not planning to sit on it, and I’ll do something about it. - He walked up to it, and with a wave of his hand, a soft plush cushion the whole length of the bench, appeared on it. It was transparent, apparently inconsistent.
- What colour would you like it to be? - The boy asked her.
- Pink! I love pink, or blue? I like blue too. I don’t know…- She hesitated.
He solved her dilemma by making it striped blue and pink and she clapped her hands in joy.
- Go ahead, try it and tell me if it’s alright. - He grinned at her.
She went to sit on the right side end and bounced on it a few times, smiling happily .
He eased himself down, taking the rest of the bench, and placing his face on her lap, nuzzling her belly which smelled of the food that was being cooked inside. He had this disturbing sensation of knowing this girl, though he was sure it was the first time he saw her. He felt as much at ease with her as he felt with Vilandra, as if she were family too. She was warm and friendly, and he felt so comfortable with her. Then he felt her body stiffen and she gave a little cry. He was about to look up at her to see what was wrong when he felt three hard stinging blows fall across his ass, making him gasp.
- How dare you! - Screamed a man’s voice, full of outrage.
- Father! No! - Shouted the girl, struggling to get up.
Rath-Michael was snatched away from the girl with a hand at the back of his shirt and at the waist of his pants.
- Not a word from you! - The man warned her.
- I’m sorry, it’s not her fault…it’s mine…- The boy told the angry father, afraid he would strike the girl.
But the man had both his hands busy with Rath-Michael as he dragged him out the way he had come and once on the other side, he heaved him over his shoulder and carried him along the wall to the gate that lead to the yard in front of the castle. The girl and all the people from the kitchen followed silently not to interfere but wondering what had happened and what the man was going to do about it. -
- I demand justice! - He yelled as he stood before the royal guards.
The door of the castle opened and Warlord Ramthis stepped outside. The man tossed the boy on the floor. He landed on his side with his back to them, and lay still, biting down his pain.
- What has he done? - The royal asked, not even looking at the fallen boy.
- I found him over my daughter, with his face on her! - The man said loudly.
As the Warlord looked down at the culprit, his eyes widened in recognition, and the steps coming behind him, plus the gasp, told him the royal family had followed him and heard the accusation.
- Rath-Michael! How dare you? - The boy’s father voice rang out with anger. - Stretch out to receive your punishment! -
The boy complied, rolling over with his chest and cheek on the ground, his arms widespread and legs apart. Rath-Michael looked up to his father, his eyes pleading but he wasn’t denying the man’s words. Behind his father, to his left, he saw his uncle and aunt: the king and queen, then Vilandra, her eyes shining with tears and her mouth a thin line, with fury. His cousin Zan stood with his arm around her shoulder, the expression on his face clearly said he was the only one enjoying the show.
- A dozen! One each, I begin! - Said Lord Ramthis, receiving a whip from a servant, that looked almost as long and thin as the metal rod the affronted father held in his hand. The Warlord waved his hand and Rath-Michael’s tight riding pants rolled down to his thighs exposing his already lashed ass.
The three red welts looked about to bleed. The girl was held in a close embrace by her mother, as she sobbed and buried her face in the woman’s ample breast, not to see what was coming. Vilandra gave them a look of absolute hate, and turned to gloat on the deserved torture Rath-Michael was about to suffer.
The victim’s father struck the first lash, and the accuser the next, and they went on like that until it was over. Rath-Michael gritted his teeth and couldn’t help letting a few grunts escape his lips. This kind of physical abuse was part of his life, and he admitted he had even got worse than today for his insolence and rebelliousness, so he knew how to deal with it, though it hurt just the same. His eyes had shut tight as each lash fell, to open and lock with Vilandra’s between each blow, sending her vibes claiming his innocence. About halfway through, he saw her lips relax and knew she was getting his message, and beginning to doubt the man’s claim.
- My apologies, and deep regret. - The Warlord told the mason, once the ordeal was over.
- I thank you, milord. Justice has been made. I am satisfied. - The mason bowed respectfully, then backed until he was beside his wife with his weeping daughter, and stood there until the royals deemed to dismiss them.
Lord Ramthis stood by his bleeding son, and clapped his hands for the boy’s personal servant to approach and help the boy up.
- NO! I can manage! - Rath-Michael snapped.
He pushed up on his hands and knees and slowly got on his feet. He pulled his pants up without using his powers, to make it more painful and spite those who were watching, and wincing, walked stiffly into the castle, with his family following. When the doors closed behind them, the crowd dispersed. They didn’t see the boy falling into the black man’s arms who, like the mason, carried him over his shoulder to his room. Vilandra hurried to the servant’s side, taking Rath-Michael’s hand, feeling him squeeze hers, and knowing he had not passed out. Once there, the man eased him gently on his bed, and backed out to the far wall. Zan approached the hurt boy but his uncle stopped him.
- Wait! No healing! I want to know what happened! Alright Rath-Michael, start talking! -
- I don’t know how to explain it…I heard her singing and was drawn to her. I meant no disrespect to her or Vilandra. She somehow felt as familiar as you…- He turned to face his beloved cousin. - As if I had known her all my life…as if she were part of me, like family, very close. It seemed so right to be there with her. There was nothing sexual about it…we just felt good with each other. The father just got the wrong impression. Nothing happened, I swear! You’re the only one for me, Lannie. -
- I know, my son. It’s my turn to apologize. - The Warlord sighed with relief. He reached his hand towards the door, and it opened, showing the “affronted” family flanked by guards who showed them inside. They looked terrified.
- Father, No! - Rath-Michael exclaimed, thinking the worst.
But the Warlord smiled, and waved them closer to him, everyone watching them reluctantly obey, trembling with fear.
- This is O’Sheeah. - He introduced the girl who bowed, tense and scared.
- This is O’Shandra - He introduced the mother, who looked up to him and she didn’t seem frightened anymore.
- I was infatuated with her years before I got married, but my Royal Status made it impossible to marry her. I could only have the privilege of being her first, and young and naïve as she was, she chose to get pregnant. This was a few years before I married, so O’Shandra was immediately wed to Lassell, who was an apprentice mason, promising to be as good as his father. He had no knowledge until today that the child was mine, and after she was born, he accepted his wife decision to have no more children. That makes O’Sheeah my daughter and your half sister, Rath Micheal. Your feeling for her were true, it was your Royal blood calling to each other. You are innocent, my son, Vilandra has no reason to feel offended. I feel bad for having kept her away from me, but it was better that way, for all of us. Neither mother nor daughter have ever lacked anything, I’ve discreetly seen to that. I am sorry, Lassell, you are a good man and you should have been told the truth, but the elders forbade it, and I obeyed. I need you all to promise it will stay our secret, and from now on, O’Sheeah will be allowed in the castle as lady in waiting to Vilandra, where she will receive the respect due to my offspring, but her status will be never disclosed. Is that clear? - He confronted everyone in the room, with the authority that only Royal Blood could expect and even the slightest disobedience would be considered treason.
Heads nodded all around the room, and the mason looked at his “daughter” with complete awe, as well as the wounded boy on the bed. He rushed to him and crouching by him on the floor, took his hand in both of his and kissed it.
- I deserve death, my prince, for having dared draw your Royal Blood! I had no right, I should have asked for forgiveness when I found out who you were instead of proudly and stubbornly pursue your unfair punishment! I am not worthy to be anywhere near you again in my miserable life! -
- Have you ever struck my sister? - Rath-Michael asked him.
- Never, milord, I swear, ask her yourself. - The man answered, not daring to look up from the floor.
- It is true, my brother, he has been a good father, loving and caring to both myself and my mother. - O’Sheeah knelt by her father, her hand on Rath-Michael’s shoulder.
The boy bent his head and kissed her hand.
- Then you only deserve the best, and we shall see that you always get it. You will always be with your family. I give you my word that you will never be recalled by the army, to endanger your life, and cause grief and worry to your family. May you always live in peace. - With Rath-Michael’s blessing and forgiveness, the man kissed the boy’s hand again and stood up with tears running down his face.
- Go home, and tomorrow, my daughter will have her own room, beside the royal children, and have absolute freedom to do as she pleases, as her Royal Blood entitles her. - The Warlord dismissed them and had the royal guards escort them home. O’Sheeah kissed Rath-Michael’s cheek and stood up. She went to her true father, who embraced her warmly and kissed her forehead, then she bowed to the rest of her new family and as she headed for the door, Vilandra hugged her and the two girls parted with big smiles.
A soft knock on the door had Laurie opening her eyes and watching her sleeping brother, thinking of the weird dream she had just had.
Laurie felt totally relaxed and at ease lying there by Michael as he lay facing away from her. His arm was parallel to his body behind him and hers lay beside it, holding his hand in hers. His hip was pushed back against their clasped hands and she enjoyed the warmth of his body on them. She failed to recognize the flash she got from him as such, and thought she had drifted off to sleep and was dreaming. She saw a girl about 14 years old, thin and willowy, blond and very pale, coming out of a large smoky room full of bustling people, and going into the little garden that lay in a hidden corner of the large unending woodsy area of the castle. It was a rather small square, full of bushes and flowers, birds singing and walled all around it except for about a yard that opened to the open fields. A tree grew right it the middle of the only access to it and limited the way in.
There was a stone bench that her father, who was a mason, had made for her and her mother to sit and enjoy the small pleasure they got out of the place, when the elder woman got a break from her job at the kitchen. She had been trying to help her so she could finish fast and join her outside, but had only managed to get in everyone’s way. They all kindly asked her to go and have some fresh air because the place was too stuffy and smelly for a youngster, so she followed their advice. Somehow Laurie knew the girl was herself, in another time and another world, with strange clothes, a little worn but clean, which only meant she belonged to the working class. She was glad to be there, in her private haven, and started singing a song her mother always sang when she was happy. She was smelling the lovely pink flowers when she heard some rustling behind her.
She turned to find this beautiful boy, that looked so familiar, squeezing around the tree trunk into “her” garden. He seemed to be about her age, but stronger, stocky, not a wisp like her. He stood there, with his head tilted to one side, smirking, his eyes locked on her.
- What are you doing here? - She asked, not angry, but curious.
- I was coming back from the stables, and I heard you singing. -
His voice…she knew she had heard it before, low for such a young boy, but it was his clothes that gave him away. Her mother did the laundry for the royals at the castle, and she knew them and who they belonged to.
- You are prince Rath-Michael! - She sounded acusing, so he took her lead.
- Guilty, sorry to intrude. - He tipped his head respectfully at her.
When he looked up, she was curtseying, frozen in place. He went to her and took her arms in his, pulling her up.
- Hey, no need to do that, I’m just a kid like you. - He chuckled, as she looked back at him wide eyed.
- No, milord, I’m older than you, for almost three years. - She confessed.
- Then I’m the kid and you’re a young lady, so it should be the other way round. - He smirked and she burst out laughing.
- You’re Royal Blood, and I’m a cook and a mason’s daughter! -
- I don’t mind if you don’t either…May I use that bench? I’ve been riding for hours. - He gestured with his head towards his left.
- Oh, do sit on it, if you wish, milord, but it’s rather hard, it’s made of stone.- She frowned.
- I’m not planning to sit on it, and I’ll do something about it. - He walked up to it, and with a wave of his hand, a soft plush cushion the whole length of the bench, appeared on it. It was transparent, apparently inconsistent.
- What colour would you like it to be? - The boy asked her.
- Pink! I love pink, or blue? I like blue too. I don’t know…- She hesitated.
He solved her dilemma by making it striped blue and pink and she clapped her hands in joy.
- Go ahead, try it and tell me if it’s alright. - He grinned at her.
She went to sit on the right side end and bounced on it a few times, smiling happily .
He eased himself down, taking the rest of the bench, and placing his face on her lap, nuzzling her belly which smelled of the food that was being cooked inside. He had this disturbing sensation of knowing this girl, though he was sure it was the first time he saw her. He felt as much at ease with her as he felt with Vilandra, as if she were family too. She was warm and friendly, and he felt so comfortable with her. Then he felt her body stiffen and she gave a little cry. He was about to look up at her to see what was wrong when he felt three hard stinging blows fall across his ass, making him gasp.
- How dare you! - Screamed a man’s voice, full of outrage.
- Father! No! - Shouted the girl, struggling to get up.
Rath-Michael was snatched away from the girl with a hand at the back of his shirt and at the waist of his pants.
- Not a word from you! - The man warned her.
- I’m sorry, it’s not her fault…it’s mine…- The boy told the angry father, afraid he would strike the girl.
But the man had both his hands busy with Rath-Michael as he dragged him out the way he had come and once on the other side, he heaved him over his shoulder and carried him along the wall to the gate that lead to the yard in front of the castle. The girl and all the people from the kitchen followed silently not to interfere but wondering what had happened and what the man was going to do about it. -
- I demand justice! - He yelled as he stood before the royal guards.
The door of the castle opened and Warlord Ramthis stepped outside. The man tossed the boy on the floor. He landed on his side with his back to them, and lay still, biting down his pain.
- What has he done? - The royal asked, not even looking at the fallen boy.
- I found him over my daughter, with his face on her! - The man said loudly.
As the Warlord looked down at the culprit, his eyes widened in recognition, and the steps coming behind him, plus the gasp, told him the royal family had followed him and heard the accusation.
- Rath-Michael! How dare you? - The boy’s father voice rang out with anger. - Stretch out to receive your punishment! -
The boy complied, rolling over with his chest and cheek on the ground, his arms widespread and legs apart. Rath-Michael looked up to his father, his eyes pleading but he wasn’t denying the man’s words. Behind his father, to his left, he saw his uncle and aunt: the king and queen, then Vilandra, her eyes shining with tears and her mouth a thin line, with fury. His cousin Zan stood with his arm around her shoulder, the expression on his face clearly said he was the only one enjoying the show.
- A dozen! One each, I begin! - Said Lord Ramthis, receiving a whip from a servant, that looked almost as long and thin as the metal rod the affronted father held in his hand. The Warlord waved his hand and Rath-Michael’s tight riding pants rolled down to his thighs exposing his already lashed ass.
The three red welts looked about to bleed. The girl was held in a close embrace by her mother, as she sobbed and buried her face in the woman’s ample breast, not to see what was coming. Vilandra gave them a look of absolute hate, and turned to gloat on the deserved torture Rath-Michael was about to suffer.
The victim’s father struck the first lash, and the accuser the next, and they went on like that until it was over. Rath-Michael gritted his teeth and couldn’t help letting a few grunts escape his lips. This kind of physical abuse was part of his life, and he admitted he had even got worse than today for his insolence and rebelliousness, so he knew how to deal with it, though it hurt just the same. His eyes had shut tight as each lash fell, to open and lock with Vilandra’s between each blow, sending her vibes claiming his innocence. About halfway through, he saw her lips relax and knew she was getting his message, and beginning to doubt the man’s claim.
- My apologies, and deep regret. - The Warlord told the mason, once the ordeal was over.
- I thank you, milord. Justice has been made. I am satisfied. - The mason bowed respectfully, then backed until he was beside his wife with his weeping daughter, and stood there until the royals deemed to dismiss them.
Lord Ramthis stood by his bleeding son, and clapped his hands for the boy’s personal servant to approach and help the boy up.
- NO! I can manage! - Rath-Michael snapped.
He pushed up on his hands and knees and slowly got on his feet. He pulled his pants up without using his powers, to make it more painful and spite those who were watching, and wincing, walked stiffly into the castle, with his family following. When the doors closed behind them, the crowd dispersed. They didn’t see the boy falling into the black man’s arms who, like the mason, carried him over his shoulder to his room. Vilandra hurried to the servant’s side, taking Rath-Michael’s hand, feeling him squeeze hers, and knowing he had not passed out. Once there, the man eased him gently on his bed, and backed out to the far wall. Zan approached the hurt boy but his uncle stopped him.
- Wait! No healing! I want to know what happened! Alright Rath-Michael, start talking! -
- I don’t know how to explain it…I heard her singing and was drawn to her. I meant no disrespect to her or Vilandra. She somehow felt as familiar as you…- He turned to face his beloved cousin. - As if I had known her all my life…as if she were part of me, like family, very close. It seemed so right to be there with her. There was nothing sexual about it…we just felt good with each other. The father just got the wrong impression. Nothing happened, I swear! You’re the only one for me, Lannie. -
- I know, my son. It’s my turn to apologize. - The Warlord sighed with relief. He reached his hand towards the door, and it opened, showing the “affronted” family flanked by guards who showed them inside. They looked terrified.
- Father, No! - Rath-Michael exclaimed, thinking the worst.
But the Warlord smiled, and waved them closer to him, everyone watching them reluctantly obey, trembling with fear.
- This is O’Sheeah. - He introduced the girl who bowed, tense and scared.
- This is O’Shandra - He introduced the mother, who looked up to him and she didn’t seem frightened anymore.
- I was infatuated with her years before I got married, but my Royal Status made it impossible to marry her. I could only have the privilege of being her first, and young and naïve as she was, she chose to get pregnant. This was a few years before I married, so O’Shandra was immediately wed to Lassell, who was an apprentice mason, promising to be as good as his father. He had no knowledge until today that the child was mine, and after she was born, he accepted his wife decision to have no more children. That makes O’Sheeah my daughter and your half sister, Rath Micheal. Your feeling for her were true, it was your Royal blood calling to each other. You are innocent, my son, Vilandra has no reason to feel offended. I feel bad for having kept her away from me, but it was better that way, for all of us. Neither mother nor daughter have ever lacked anything, I’ve discreetly seen to that. I am sorry, Lassell, you are a good man and you should have been told the truth, but the elders forbade it, and I obeyed. I need you all to promise it will stay our secret, and from now on, O’Sheeah will be allowed in the castle as lady in waiting to Vilandra, where she will receive the respect due to my offspring, but her status will be never disclosed. Is that clear? - He confronted everyone in the room, with the authority that only Royal Blood could expect and even the slightest disobedience would be considered treason.
Heads nodded all around the room, and the mason looked at his “daughter” with complete awe, as well as the wounded boy on the bed. He rushed to him and crouching by him on the floor, took his hand in both of his and kissed it.
- I deserve death, my prince, for having dared draw your Royal Blood! I had no right, I should have asked for forgiveness when I found out who you were instead of proudly and stubbornly pursue your unfair punishment! I am not worthy to be anywhere near you again in my miserable life! -
- Have you ever struck my sister? - Rath-Michael asked him.
- Never, milord, I swear, ask her yourself. - The man answered, not daring to look up from the floor.
- It is true, my brother, he has been a good father, loving and caring to both myself and my mother. - O’Sheeah knelt by her father, her hand on Rath-Michael’s shoulder.
The boy bent his head and kissed her hand.
- Then you only deserve the best, and we shall see that you always get it. You will always be with your family. I give you my word that you will never be recalled by the army, to endanger your life, and cause grief and worry to your family. May you always live in peace. - With Rath-Michael’s blessing and forgiveness, the man kissed the boy’s hand again and stood up with tears running down his face.
- Go home, and tomorrow, my daughter will have her own room, beside the royal children, and have absolute freedom to do as she pleases, as her Royal Blood entitles her. - The Warlord dismissed them and had the royal guards escort them home. O’Sheeah kissed Rath-Michael’s cheek and stood up. She went to her true father, who embraced her warmly and kissed her forehead, then she bowed to the rest of her new family and as she headed for the door, Vilandra hugged her and the two girls parted with big smiles.
A soft knock on the door had Laurie opening her eyes and watching her sleeping brother, thinking of the weird dream she had just had.
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Chapter 163
- Miss Laurie, Rubén is ready to take you to school. - Anita said softly, opening the door and peeking in, to pull back hurriedly when he saw Michael’s exposed body.
- Thank you Anita, I fell asleep! I’ll be right there. - Laurie stood up but didn’t get too far as Michael kept her in his grip. Laurie smiled and slowly pulled her hand away, finger by finger, hearing him moan after each one was set free.
- Nooo…- Michael protested, but Laurie had to leave.
She leant over to kiss his cheek and squeeze his shoulder.
- See you after school, ok? Have fun at Uncle Derek and Serena’s. - She kissed him again and watched grinning from the door as Michael turned his face towards her, his eyes closed, still sleeping, and snuggled into the bed.
Michael woke up as one of the dogs who were keeping him company, slid its muzzle up high between his thighs. Michael squirmed, grinning, thinking it was Maria. The dog’s hot breath was turning him on, and the warm tongue that followed, had him moaning and bucking his ass back asking for more. The dog whined thinking he was being rejected and moved its head to Michael’s thigh.
- Maria! Please don’t stop! - Michael pleaded loud enough for Anita to hear him as she was sweeping the hallway.
Alarmed, she opened the door and approached the bed to sent the dogs away.
- Perros mañosos! Que hacen aqui? Estan ensuciando toda la cama! Ya! Fuera, fuera! - (You sneaky dogs! What are you doing here? You’re soiling up all the bed! Ok, Out, out!) - Anita raised the broom menacingly and both dogs took off, one of them stepping over Michael as it headed for the open window.
- Ow! Shit! - Michael exclaimed opening his eyes to find out why Maria was pissed with him, to find Anita with her broom apparently about to strike him.
- Hey! What did I do? - He asked surprised and confused.
- Sorry Michael, it was the dogs, they were all over you! I’ve just chased them away, I’m not going to hit you! - Anita giggled, and Michael knew where Sylvia got it from.
- Mami, que pasa? - (Mom, what’s the matter?) - Sylvia called out coming into the room as Anita quickly pulled the sheet over Michael’s butt.
- Nada, nada, eran los perros. Vamos. - (Nothing, nothing, it was the dogs. Let’s go.) - She dragged Sylvia out with her typical giggles.
Michael shook his head, chuckling and suddenly realized he had easily understood everything Anita said, as if he had the power of simultaneous translation. “Wow,” he thought. “I will have to ask Langley about this.” And then the flash he had shared with Laurie hit him like a thunderbolt. “And what the hell was that? He never mentioned her, and she’s my half sister, much like Laurie is. Shit, I need Langley.” He went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. He now knew he could clean himself up with his powers, but he had grown used to showering for years, and enjoyed the tingling feeling of the cool water on his body. It was lonely, though, without Maria there with him, and the soft towel gave him the illusion that it was her hands drying him. He got into his riding gear with a wife beater cause it was hot, and took with him a rolled beach towel with the red swimming trunks that unfortunately, were the most decent of the three he had. As he reached the kitchen, Sylvia handed him a glass of o.j. from the fridge, and got the carton of milk placing it on the table with the box of special K, which Laurie seemed to favour and Michael didn’t mind. He wolfed down his cereal flooded in milk and accidentally saw the clock on the wall.
- Shit! - He cried out as he jumped off the chair. It was 10:50. - Hasn’t Uncle Derek or Serena called? -
- Yes, they both have, twice each, but when I told them you were sleeping, they asked me not to wake you up. - Sylvia gave him an apologetic smile.
- It’s ok, sorry…- Michael bent and kissed her cheek grinning, as he rushed out of the house, leaving her open mouthed with her hand over the spot his lips had been on.
- What’s wrong with you? A gnat bit you? - Anita jokingly asked her daughter as she popped her head into the kitchen.
- Yeah, a big handsome gnat. - She grinned, and then warned her mother placing her finger on her lips. - Don’t tell Javi! -
Anita rolled her eyes and continued with her sweeping. She hated the vacuum cleaner, though it made the job go much faster.
Michael got the big black ready and placed the towel over the blanket under the elastic girth so he wouldn’t have to carry it. He got on and let the horse burn some steam thundering across the field leading to the neighbours. Once he calmed down to a walk, a little over halfway there, he just walked him to cool him down. He was riding with Laurie after school, so he didn’t want to outdo it. Anyway, the horse would be resting and grazing during his visit. As he approached the house from the garden beyond the pool, the horse nickered and the couple got up from the deck chairs with huge smiles.
- Well, look who finally managed to shake off the sheets! - Uncle Derek chuckled, and Serena laughed out loud.
- Sorry, they should have woken me up, if they could. - He added as an afterthought and that got them laughing again at his guilty grin.
- There’s a corral right around that big tree with enough shade, lots of alfalfa to munch on, and a little brook for fresh water. He’ll be fine there. - Uncle Derek pointed to his left, and Michael nodded and got the horse going. - Oh, just hang the tack on the low limb of the tree just outside the fence, in case he likes to nibble. Ok? -
- Yeah, sure. - Michael took off and a few minutes later he climbed the few steps from the garden with his towel.
- You can change over there…- Serena pointed to a door.
When Michael came out, he noticed both of them checking him out appreciatively, and felt a little self conscious since they were wearing swimming gear but had t-shirts on too.
- Maybe I should get my shirt…- He wondered.
- What on earth for? We need protection for the sun at our age, but you certainly don’t. You’re nice and brown. - Serena smiled.
Michael nodded and lay on his stomach over his towel along the pool, dipping his hand in the cool water.
- Hey kid, don’t you want the deck chair? - Uncle Derek asked.
- No thanks, I just love it here. - He answered as he lay facing them.
Serena got up and knelt by him with some lotion.
- You better have some of this. It has a very mild sun protection, since you don’t seem to need it, but keeps your skin from drying in this scorching sun. Here, let me rub it on you. - Serena suggested.
She poured the smooth white cream and worked it into his back, and legs. Then she spread some on his arms. Michael closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch, surprised to feel some of the familiarity he had shared with the Antares Laurie in the recent flash, but not quite the same.
- There you go. - She gave him a pat on the butt, and returned to her deck chair.
- Excuse me sir, what’s your family name? - Michael remembered it had never been mentioned.
- It’s Lavoisse. (He pronounced it Lah-voo-ass) That’s spelled L…-
- a-v-o-i-s-s-e. - Michael finished for him. - French, huh? Like Dupree. -
- Yes, our families originally came from New Orleans and Montreal - Uncle Derek pronounced the last city the English way.
- Guess it should be Mont Real…- Michael said it flawlessly in the French way, which was really the correct one, since the city belonged to the French side of Canada. -
- You speak French. - It was a statement, not a question.
- Not really, I seem to handle languages pretty well, that’s all. - He was as surprised as Uncle Derek.
Michael heard Serena whisper something to herself and he turned to her with a question in his eyes.
- Just thinking aloud…- She smiled. - I remember Charles Dupree complaining that facility for languages was said to run in his family, but he didn’t have it, though his twin did. You must have got it from him. After all, he was your namesake, right? - She gave him a knowing smile, along with a taunting vibe, to see how he reacted.
Michael felt it on his back, right over his heart, as if he had been jabbed with the point of a sharp dagger. He gave a start and tried to make it pass like he was just snuggling to get comfortable, but he could tell he hadn’t fooled her, and when he turned towards Uncle Derek, it was clear he was on to it too. Still, he felt no threat of any kind, except for this unsettling familiarity. Michael felt himself falling asleep and knew for sure it was the result of Serena’s relaxing massage. How could he be so sleepy? It made no sense, he had slept for hours, and now this? But he felt so good that he just let go and hoped for the best.
- Miss Laurie, Rubén is ready to take you to school. - Anita said softly, opening the door and peeking in, to pull back hurriedly when he saw Michael’s exposed body.
- Thank you Anita, I fell asleep! I’ll be right there. - Laurie stood up but didn’t get too far as Michael kept her in his grip. Laurie smiled and slowly pulled her hand away, finger by finger, hearing him moan after each one was set free.
- Nooo…- Michael protested, but Laurie had to leave.
She leant over to kiss his cheek and squeeze his shoulder.
- See you after school, ok? Have fun at Uncle Derek and Serena’s. - She kissed him again and watched grinning from the door as Michael turned his face towards her, his eyes closed, still sleeping, and snuggled into the bed.
Michael woke up as one of the dogs who were keeping him company, slid its muzzle up high between his thighs. Michael squirmed, grinning, thinking it was Maria. The dog’s hot breath was turning him on, and the warm tongue that followed, had him moaning and bucking his ass back asking for more. The dog whined thinking he was being rejected and moved its head to Michael’s thigh.
- Maria! Please don’t stop! - Michael pleaded loud enough for Anita to hear him as she was sweeping the hallway.
Alarmed, she opened the door and approached the bed to sent the dogs away.
- Perros mañosos! Que hacen aqui? Estan ensuciando toda la cama! Ya! Fuera, fuera! - (You sneaky dogs! What are you doing here? You’re soiling up all the bed! Ok, Out, out!) - Anita raised the broom menacingly and both dogs took off, one of them stepping over Michael as it headed for the open window.
- Ow! Shit! - Michael exclaimed opening his eyes to find out why Maria was pissed with him, to find Anita with her broom apparently about to strike him.
- Hey! What did I do? - He asked surprised and confused.
- Sorry Michael, it was the dogs, they were all over you! I’ve just chased them away, I’m not going to hit you! - Anita giggled, and Michael knew where Sylvia got it from.
- Mami, que pasa? - (Mom, what’s the matter?) - Sylvia called out coming into the room as Anita quickly pulled the sheet over Michael’s butt.
- Nada, nada, eran los perros. Vamos. - (Nothing, nothing, it was the dogs. Let’s go.) - She dragged Sylvia out with her typical giggles.
Michael shook his head, chuckling and suddenly realized he had easily understood everything Anita said, as if he had the power of simultaneous translation. “Wow,” he thought. “I will have to ask Langley about this.” And then the flash he had shared with Laurie hit him like a thunderbolt. “And what the hell was that? He never mentioned her, and she’s my half sister, much like Laurie is. Shit, I need Langley.” He went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. He now knew he could clean himself up with his powers, but he had grown used to showering for years, and enjoyed the tingling feeling of the cool water on his body. It was lonely, though, without Maria there with him, and the soft towel gave him the illusion that it was her hands drying him. He got into his riding gear with a wife beater cause it was hot, and took with him a rolled beach towel with the red swimming trunks that unfortunately, were the most decent of the three he had. As he reached the kitchen, Sylvia handed him a glass of o.j. from the fridge, and got the carton of milk placing it on the table with the box of special K, which Laurie seemed to favour and Michael didn’t mind. He wolfed down his cereal flooded in milk and accidentally saw the clock on the wall.
- Shit! - He cried out as he jumped off the chair. It was 10:50. - Hasn’t Uncle Derek or Serena called? -
- Yes, they both have, twice each, but when I told them you were sleeping, they asked me not to wake you up. - Sylvia gave him an apologetic smile.
- It’s ok, sorry…- Michael bent and kissed her cheek grinning, as he rushed out of the house, leaving her open mouthed with her hand over the spot his lips had been on.
- What’s wrong with you? A gnat bit you? - Anita jokingly asked her daughter as she popped her head into the kitchen.
- Yeah, a big handsome gnat. - She grinned, and then warned her mother placing her finger on her lips. - Don’t tell Javi! -
Anita rolled her eyes and continued with her sweeping. She hated the vacuum cleaner, though it made the job go much faster.
Michael got the big black ready and placed the towel over the blanket under the elastic girth so he wouldn’t have to carry it. He got on and let the horse burn some steam thundering across the field leading to the neighbours. Once he calmed down to a walk, a little over halfway there, he just walked him to cool him down. He was riding with Laurie after school, so he didn’t want to outdo it. Anyway, the horse would be resting and grazing during his visit. As he approached the house from the garden beyond the pool, the horse nickered and the couple got up from the deck chairs with huge smiles.
- Well, look who finally managed to shake off the sheets! - Uncle Derek chuckled, and Serena laughed out loud.
- Sorry, they should have woken me up, if they could. - He added as an afterthought and that got them laughing again at his guilty grin.
- There’s a corral right around that big tree with enough shade, lots of alfalfa to munch on, and a little brook for fresh water. He’ll be fine there. - Uncle Derek pointed to his left, and Michael nodded and got the horse going. - Oh, just hang the tack on the low limb of the tree just outside the fence, in case he likes to nibble. Ok? -
- Yeah, sure. - Michael took off and a few minutes later he climbed the few steps from the garden with his towel.
- You can change over there…- Serena pointed to a door.
When Michael came out, he noticed both of them checking him out appreciatively, and felt a little self conscious since they were wearing swimming gear but had t-shirts on too.
- Maybe I should get my shirt…- He wondered.
- What on earth for? We need protection for the sun at our age, but you certainly don’t. You’re nice and brown. - Serena smiled.
Michael nodded and lay on his stomach over his towel along the pool, dipping his hand in the cool water.
- Hey kid, don’t you want the deck chair? - Uncle Derek asked.
- No thanks, I just love it here. - He answered as he lay facing them.
Serena got up and knelt by him with some lotion.
- You better have some of this. It has a very mild sun protection, since you don’t seem to need it, but keeps your skin from drying in this scorching sun. Here, let me rub it on you. - Serena suggested.
She poured the smooth white cream and worked it into his back, and legs. Then she spread some on his arms. Michael closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch, surprised to feel some of the familiarity he had shared with the Antares Laurie in the recent flash, but not quite the same.
- There you go. - She gave him a pat on the butt, and returned to her deck chair.
- Excuse me sir, what’s your family name? - Michael remembered it had never been mentioned.
- It’s Lavoisse. (He pronounced it Lah-voo-ass) That’s spelled L…-
- a-v-o-i-s-s-e. - Michael finished for him. - French, huh? Like Dupree. -
- Yes, our families originally came from New Orleans and Montreal - Uncle Derek pronounced the last city the English way.
- Guess it should be Mont Real…- Michael said it flawlessly in the French way, which was really the correct one, since the city belonged to the French side of Canada. -
- You speak French. - It was a statement, not a question.
- Not really, I seem to handle languages pretty well, that’s all. - He was as surprised as Uncle Derek.
Michael heard Serena whisper something to herself and he turned to her with a question in his eyes.
- Just thinking aloud…- She smiled. - I remember Charles Dupree complaining that facility for languages was said to run in his family, but he didn’t have it, though his twin did. You must have got it from him. After all, he was your namesake, right? - She gave him a knowing smile, along with a taunting vibe, to see how he reacted.
Michael felt it on his back, right over his heart, as if he had been jabbed with the point of a sharp dagger. He gave a start and tried to make it pass like he was just snuggling to get comfortable, but he could tell he hadn’t fooled her, and when he turned towards Uncle Derek, it was clear he was on to it too. Still, he felt no threat of any kind, except for this unsettling familiarity. Michael felt himself falling asleep and knew for sure it was the result of Serena’s relaxing massage. How could he be so sleepy? It made no sense, he had slept for hours, and now this? But he felt so good that he just let go and hoped for the best.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 164
He was standing in the courtyard, in full armour, getting ready to leave for battle, he could see O’Sheeah peeking from behind the door, where he had embraced and kissed her cheek goodbye, away from suspiscious eyes. He was now getting the usual last minute advice from Zan’s father and the elder retired advisor too, his wisdom and experience were always taken seriously. Although he had never been in a battlefield, he was still a master strategist, and like it or not, so was his son, the actual king. Zan was getting there, but still had a lot to learn.
- I don’t need to warn you, Ramthis, but your reckless young one here…- he reached out and gave Rath-Michael’s longish soft locks an affectionate tug, - has to learn that although he is the better warrior, the enemy is not stupid, and although they are defeated, those who manage to flee, will try to take revenge on the young warlord through the skills they’ve mastered. Be very careful, not only during the battle but afterwards. These Grunters are very cunning and unreliable, please, don’t let your guard down for a second. Trust me. - He just loved the boy, he reached over and patted his cheek, getting back his usual smirk. The old man had a special place in Rath-Michael’s heart, because he understood him, trusted his keen instincts, and was always on his side, over his own family. Rath-Michael embraced him and kissed his forehead, before turning to embrace the king, the queen and Zan, and then kiss Vilandra not caring who was watching and laughing at her father’s and brother’s disapproving glares. The queen’s face held only love for him and Rath-Michael winked impishly at her, making her smile.
As they rode out of the citadel, he heard the gates closing loudly, and though he was sure he had heard them everytime they left, today was the first time he noticed it. He looked up and saw what looked like a dark cloud over them extending in the direction they were going. No one else seemed to notice it and he felt this foreboding, as if something bad was about to happen, but just to him. Was this the day he would die? Would he never see Vilandra again, and his new found sister? Would they cry for him, would his aunt miss him? What would his father do? Would he become bitter and vengeful? He looked up again and the cloud was gone, so maybe he had just imagined it. But where did those grim thoughts come from? He just shook them away and concentrated on the strategy they had planned.
Everything seemed to go wrong. They set camp to attack the enemy early next day, and when they arrived at the appointed battlefield, the enemy was nowhere to be found. Scouts were sent to find them miles away, waiting for them. So they travelled the rest of the day and moved the attack for the following morning. But it kept happening for three days in a row. Then Ramthis ordered the scouts to stay away keeping the enemies within sight, and only sent someone to meet and inform them if they went on the move again, because apparently, they were avoiding the battle. Rath-Michael’s instincts told him it was a studied move, they were doing it on purpose. The reason wasn’t clear though. He told his father, but the Warlord shook his head and dismissed him. Finally on the third day, they caught up with them late in the afternoon, but although the time was far from propitious, they engaged in battle nonetheless and fought fiercely. Then suddenly, after just a little less than an hour, the enemy turned tail and fled.Every soldier knew the superstition about fighting in the darkness, when it was said your own shadow turned against you to become your enemy but it was still a good two hours before it really turned dark. Even Ramthis was baffled by this behaviour, totally unacceptable. Rath-Michael had noticed that the elite enemy warriors, had stayed at the rear of their army, and when half their soldiers had been butchered, they simply walked away, leaving what was left of their men to fight to the death and enable them to disappear safely into the distance before they also turned and fled. Rath-Michael could have sworn he caught a quick glimpse of the dark cloud he had seen as they left the citadel, hovering over the retreating enemies, hiding them effectively from view, and thought some kind of magic was at play here. He kept it to himself, remembering the look his father had given him when he had spoken to him before. The Warlord was furious about the outcome, not considering it a victory at all. Even if they had started marching home right away, they would still have to camp overnight along the way because of the unexpected distance they had been forced to cover. He calculated that the smartest thing would be to start marching until it got dark which by now would be about an hour away, and get a good night’s sleep to start out early in the morning and make it to Antar just after dark if they marched nonstop. At least he was thankful that Rath-Michael had just taken a couple of flesh wounds that were more painful and uncomfortable than serious, because that would have been a serious problem and could have cost the boy his life, something Ramthis would have never forgiven himself for. Rath-Michael felt something was very wrong, but couldn’t quite figure it out. Perhaps it was just because of the wounds he had suffered and the fact he would have to just grit his teeth and hang on till Zan could get his hands on him. A sword had entered exactly where his thigh met his buttock, where Vilandra loved to lick and nibble at him, and an arrow had got him smack in the middle of the same buttock, making every step he took send a piercing pain that branched out all over that side of his body. He sighed, thinking the ride back home was going to be pure torture. He had spent almost 10 minutes bent over a rock for the healers, inefficient where he was concerned, had butchered him to get the three pronged barb out. It wasn’t their fault, because the wounds they had to take care of, were simple nicks, since only the royals were protected from the poison the enemy weapons carried, causing instant death when they pierced the skin. His father had his shield on a constant basis during the battle, allowing only the blade of his sword out of it, so he could fight safely. Rath-Michael’s armour had its flaws, but at least it kept him alive neutralizing completely the poison, but unable to cope with a centain angle of slant which was usually accidental. No one had time to experiment on more than one stroke, but a few had been lucky on the first, to be killed immediately. Rath-Michael rode lying over his horse’s neck, the animals being used to carry their hurt master in that guise, and when it got too dark for safety, they stopped and camped. All the tents were exactly the same, making no difference with the one occupied by the Warlords, to mislead the enemy. Ramthis slept sitting down in the middle of the tent with his guards sitting all around him facing out. Rath-Michael sprawled face down also surrounded by his sitting guards, trusting them completely and heedless of his defenseless position, something his father could never understand. And then in the middle of the night, the boy inexplicably disappeared. Ramthis went out of his mind, when he was informed at the crack of dawn. The guards had tears in their eyes, they swore they had spent the whole night awake, facing all around the boy, no one could have got through them. There wasn’t even a hole on the ground. They had heard him moaning and squirming in his sleep most of the night, not needing to turn to look at him but keeping their eyes straight on. Then, when he had been unusually quiet for about 15 minutes at the most, two of the guards had decided to check on him and found him gone. The alarm went all around the camp, but the boy had vanished in thin air. Ramthis was beside himself with fury, he sent scouts in all directions but there wasn’t a single enemy or even the smallest village in sight. It didn’t make sense, it was absolutely impossible. When the army finally arrived, the women went out of their minds and their weeping could be heard all over the castle. Then the queen summoned her husband, her father in law and the Warlord with the elders who were desperately trying to find an answer to the mystery.
She said the only person who would be able to find the boy, dead or alive, was her half sister, who was the most amazing seer that existed. She lived alone and kept to herself practically like a hermit, because her gift scared her out of her wits, so very few people knew about her, only her close family, sworn to secrecy. A transport was arranged and the queen returned after five hours. How she convinced her sister to come with her and help them, was the best kept secret in the universe, but what counted was that she was there. A veil covered her face so no one could tell what she looked like, and if they saw her anywhere else, they would have no way of knowing it was her. They locked themselves in Rath-Michael’s and Vilandra’s bedroom where she finally disclosed her face. She was a very nice looking woman, with the typical intelligent dark eyes of her family, and a very nice disposition, once she felt safe. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes and let the absent boy’s essence envelop her. Then she scared all of them half to death when she sat up and let our a loud gasp. Her frightened eyes flew open as she whispered: “He’s alive!”
He was standing in the courtyard, in full armour, getting ready to leave for battle, he could see O’Sheeah peeking from behind the door, where he had embraced and kissed her cheek goodbye, away from suspiscious eyes. He was now getting the usual last minute advice from Zan’s father and the elder retired advisor too, his wisdom and experience were always taken seriously. Although he had never been in a battlefield, he was still a master strategist, and like it or not, so was his son, the actual king. Zan was getting there, but still had a lot to learn.
- I don’t need to warn you, Ramthis, but your reckless young one here…- he reached out and gave Rath-Michael’s longish soft locks an affectionate tug, - has to learn that although he is the better warrior, the enemy is not stupid, and although they are defeated, those who manage to flee, will try to take revenge on the young warlord through the skills they’ve mastered. Be very careful, not only during the battle but afterwards. These Grunters are very cunning and unreliable, please, don’t let your guard down for a second. Trust me. - He just loved the boy, he reached over and patted his cheek, getting back his usual smirk. The old man had a special place in Rath-Michael’s heart, because he understood him, trusted his keen instincts, and was always on his side, over his own family. Rath-Michael embraced him and kissed his forehead, before turning to embrace the king, the queen and Zan, and then kiss Vilandra not caring who was watching and laughing at her father’s and brother’s disapproving glares. The queen’s face held only love for him and Rath-Michael winked impishly at her, making her smile.
As they rode out of the citadel, he heard the gates closing loudly, and though he was sure he had heard them everytime they left, today was the first time he noticed it. He looked up and saw what looked like a dark cloud over them extending in the direction they were going. No one else seemed to notice it and he felt this foreboding, as if something bad was about to happen, but just to him. Was this the day he would die? Would he never see Vilandra again, and his new found sister? Would they cry for him, would his aunt miss him? What would his father do? Would he become bitter and vengeful? He looked up again and the cloud was gone, so maybe he had just imagined it. But where did those grim thoughts come from? He just shook them away and concentrated on the strategy they had planned.
Everything seemed to go wrong. They set camp to attack the enemy early next day, and when they arrived at the appointed battlefield, the enemy was nowhere to be found. Scouts were sent to find them miles away, waiting for them. So they travelled the rest of the day and moved the attack for the following morning. But it kept happening for three days in a row. Then Ramthis ordered the scouts to stay away keeping the enemies within sight, and only sent someone to meet and inform them if they went on the move again, because apparently, they were avoiding the battle. Rath-Michael’s instincts told him it was a studied move, they were doing it on purpose. The reason wasn’t clear though. He told his father, but the Warlord shook his head and dismissed him. Finally on the third day, they caught up with them late in the afternoon, but although the time was far from propitious, they engaged in battle nonetheless and fought fiercely. Then suddenly, after just a little less than an hour, the enemy turned tail and fled.Every soldier knew the superstition about fighting in the darkness, when it was said your own shadow turned against you to become your enemy but it was still a good two hours before it really turned dark. Even Ramthis was baffled by this behaviour, totally unacceptable. Rath-Michael had noticed that the elite enemy warriors, had stayed at the rear of their army, and when half their soldiers had been butchered, they simply walked away, leaving what was left of their men to fight to the death and enable them to disappear safely into the distance before they also turned and fled. Rath-Michael could have sworn he caught a quick glimpse of the dark cloud he had seen as they left the citadel, hovering over the retreating enemies, hiding them effectively from view, and thought some kind of magic was at play here. He kept it to himself, remembering the look his father had given him when he had spoken to him before. The Warlord was furious about the outcome, not considering it a victory at all. Even if they had started marching home right away, they would still have to camp overnight along the way because of the unexpected distance they had been forced to cover. He calculated that the smartest thing would be to start marching until it got dark which by now would be about an hour away, and get a good night’s sleep to start out early in the morning and make it to Antar just after dark if they marched nonstop. At least he was thankful that Rath-Michael had just taken a couple of flesh wounds that were more painful and uncomfortable than serious, because that would have been a serious problem and could have cost the boy his life, something Ramthis would have never forgiven himself for. Rath-Michael felt something was very wrong, but couldn’t quite figure it out. Perhaps it was just because of the wounds he had suffered and the fact he would have to just grit his teeth and hang on till Zan could get his hands on him. A sword had entered exactly where his thigh met his buttock, where Vilandra loved to lick and nibble at him, and an arrow had got him smack in the middle of the same buttock, making every step he took send a piercing pain that branched out all over that side of his body. He sighed, thinking the ride back home was going to be pure torture. He had spent almost 10 minutes bent over a rock for the healers, inefficient where he was concerned, had butchered him to get the three pronged barb out. It wasn’t their fault, because the wounds they had to take care of, were simple nicks, since only the royals were protected from the poison the enemy weapons carried, causing instant death when they pierced the skin. His father had his shield on a constant basis during the battle, allowing only the blade of his sword out of it, so he could fight safely. Rath-Michael’s armour had its flaws, but at least it kept him alive neutralizing completely the poison, but unable to cope with a centain angle of slant which was usually accidental. No one had time to experiment on more than one stroke, but a few had been lucky on the first, to be killed immediately. Rath-Michael rode lying over his horse’s neck, the animals being used to carry their hurt master in that guise, and when it got too dark for safety, they stopped and camped. All the tents were exactly the same, making no difference with the one occupied by the Warlords, to mislead the enemy. Ramthis slept sitting down in the middle of the tent with his guards sitting all around him facing out. Rath-Michael sprawled face down also surrounded by his sitting guards, trusting them completely and heedless of his defenseless position, something his father could never understand. And then in the middle of the night, the boy inexplicably disappeared. Ramthis went out of his mind, when he was informed at the crack of dawn. The guards had tears in their eyes, they swore they had spent the whole night awake, facing all around the boy, no one could have got through them. There wasn’t even a hole on the ground. They had heard him moaning and squirming in his sleep most of the night, not needing to turn to look at him but keeping their eyes straight on. Then, when he had been unusually quiet for about 15 minutes at the most, two of the guards had decided to check on him and found him gone. The alarm went all around the camp, but the boy had vanished in thin air. Ramthis was beside himself with fury, he sent scouts in all directions but there wasn’t a single enemy or even the smallest village in sight. It didn’t make sense, it was absolutely impossible. When the army finally arrived, the women went out of their minds and their weeping could be heard all over the castle. Then the queen summoned her husband, her father in law and the Warlord with the elders who were desperately trying to find an answer to the mystery.
She said the only person who would be able to find the boy, dead or alive, was her half sister, who was the most amazing seer that existed. She lived alone and kept to herself practically like a hermit, because her gift scared her out of her wits, so very few people knew about her, only her close family, sworn to secrecy. A transport was arranged and the queen returned after five hours. How she convinced her sister to come with her and help them, was the best kept secret in the universe, but what counted was that she was there. A veil covered her face so no one could tell what she looked like, and if they saw her anywhere else, they would have no way of knowing it was her. They locked themselves in Rath-Michael’s and Vilandra’s bedroom where she finally disclosed her face. She was a very nice looking woman, with the typical intelligent dark eyes of her family, and a very nice disposition, once she felt safe. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes and let the absent boy’s essence envelop her. Then she scared all of them half to death when she sat up and let our a loud gasp. Her frightened eyes flew open as she whispered: “He’s alive!”
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 165
Rath-Michael started waking up with the voices around him. Thinking they were getting ready to march, and as usual had left his tent be until it was absolutely necessary to wake him up, he started pushing up to get ready. He was surprised when he couldn’t. He could move alright but his wrists were tied and so were his ankles. He tried to lift his face from the floor but he felt sluggish, as if he were drugged. “What the hell…” He began, and the voices got louder. He realized they were not speaking in Antares, yet he could understand what they were saying and it wasn’t nice. They were calling his father stupid, and how he must be pulling his hair out by the roots to have had his son whisked away under his nose and that of his guards. “We’ll be feasting in Antar very soon, they’ll give us anything to get him back alive.That doesn’t mean we can’t have our fun with him.” Rath-Michael felt hands pawing his back and tried to move away but his movements were just too slow. A hand squeezed his hurt buttock viciously and he hissed not to cry out. “Who will go first?” he heard as large hands grabbed his hips and pulled his ass up cramming something that felt prickly under him. “I’ve heard he likes it, so let’s see if it’s true.” Rath-Michael felt something prodding him and before he had time to brace himself, it was rammed into him until he could swear it was halfway up his stomach. He growled and writhed and his attacker whispered: “Oh yes, he likes it, keep moving like that, you feel so good!” Two thin wiry arms circled his body and started squeezing his balls painfully to make his ass tighter still. The huge cock was pulled out of him and shoved back all the way in, over and over again. Then the man finally shot his load into him and another one took his place. Rath-Michael lost count how many times he was raped, and when the man inside him was about to come, they would burn his ass and thighs with a red hot iron to enhance the man’s pleasure as the boy writhed in agony. Rath-Michael had always realized that screaming wouldn’t take the pain away or even make it easier to take, so what was the use of losing energy in such a stupid way? He gritted his teeth, bit his lip, clenched his hands in tight fists, his body went so tense, that his young strong muscles stood out in the most amazing definition. But scream? What was the use, it didn’t help at all. He remembered what one of the last ones to fuck him that time had said: “Those Hintet women have the biggest cunts I’ve ever seen, and they were screaming for mercy when I fucked them. I have to give it to him, the boy has guts, no wonder those blasted Antares are invincible. Congratulations.” It took him a full minute to fill the boy up with his burning cum. Then he pulled out, kissed Rath-Michael’s unhurt buttock and whispered: “Hope I’m the lucky one that keeps you when we take your kingdom.” Someone screamed: “What are you waiting for? Clean him up. He’s going to be leaking cum for at least an hour, so put something between his legs to receive it. You! When it stops flush him with the steaming brew to heal his insides and make him as tight as he was. We’re going to eat now, we’ll be back after we rest and are ready for him again. Don’t you filthy bitches dare touch him otherwise! You’ll hang upside down till you die! Be careful with him now, that’s the best piece of ass we’ve ever had! And he’s worth a fortune!” “Rather a kingdom!” Someone else said.
- It would be better he had died. - The seer said with tears in her eyes.
- Why do you say that, Serena? - The queen asked her sister.
- They are torturing him in the most degrading way possible for a man. But he has gained their respect, by the brave way he has taken it. Hardly a few growls, they can’t believe it, because they are extremely well…endowed. - She whispered the last word, knowing the implications it held.
Now they knew what he was going through. Ramthis went death pale, and Vilandra clung to O’Sheeah and they wept together as quietly as possible not to disturb the seer and distract her from her purpose.
- How…did they capture him? - Ramthis asked spitting out the words.
- They have mastered the skill to become invisible. You had no chance against them. There was nothing you could do. -
- Why didn’t he alert the guards? - Ramthis couldn’t understand it.
- They injected him with a drug specially made to have instant effect on Antares Royal Blood. They shot it straight into a bleeding wound he had. He couldn’t make a sound, he could barely breathe. -
- What do they want? - The king asked.
- They will exchange him for your kingdom. But the invisible army will kill all your soldiers and throw you into prison. The boy has been promised to the best soldier during the capture of the castle. You cannot accept their terms. They will threaten to kill Rath-Michael but they won’t. They have Vilandra’s skill of dream walking you and will make you watch them torture him every night in your dreams until you give up. You mustn’t, you must buy time until I find out where they have him and find a way to get him back to you. I have my own powers, but they are known only to me. Once I find out where they have him, you will pretend to accept their terms and sent me to get him back as you leave the citadel open for them. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. -
For a whole week, they watched Rath-Michael being tortured every single night, unable to wake up until it was over for the Grunters to eat and rest. They told them that the boy went through another bout of torture during the day too, but that was for their private pleasure, and they weren’t sharing it. On the eighth day, Serena was able to identify the filthy mess one of the Grunters was eating, being the typical dish from an area which was the only place in the planet where that kind of fish could be found. The army marched towards that area and hid completey out of sight. That evening, during Rath-Michael’s torture, the king accepted the terms during the dream and told them to bring the boy and they would send a woman to get him, then they would open the gates of the citadel for them to take possession of it as soon as she had Rath-Michael in her hands. The leader of the Grunters told the king it would take them two days to get there, starting the journey the next day before midday. The explosive missiles were prepared to be shot into the sky with just the press of a button. They would be the signal for the Antares army sieging the Grunter city to either attack or withdraw, depending on the colour. Serena had prepared the mix of herbs that would render their bodies unsubstantial. Whatever tried to touch them would just go clean through them, as if they were ghosts. She assured them the effect would be almost immediate, five minutes at the most, and they would stay like that for 24 hours unless they drank the antidote which brought their consistency back immediately too. Then they waited. By mid-morning, a scout came running, announcing that the Grunters would arrive in half an hour. The concoction was consumed by all the royal family while the inhabitants of the citadel were quickly hidden in the underground tunnels built by the Andes people. When the Grunters arrived and formed at the city walls, Serena was allowed out of the gates, totally in black, her face veiled, letting them see she was actually a woman, but her features were not clear. The leader came up to meet her and reached out to her but she raised her hand in warning.
- Do not touch me, as I am infected with a disease brought on by the sun, very contagious by mere touch. Only the Antares Royals are immune to it. That is why I must be covered from the daylight. -
The man pulled his hand back, his face contorted with disgust.
- Bring the boy! - He yelled, and Rath-Michael was brought out of a tent, trying hard not to wince and limping slightly.
It was the first time Serena saw him, and she was struck by the beauty of the boy, and the courage he was showing, as she knew what had been done to him. She approached him and whispered softly:
- I am not solid, but pretend I am, they must not know, be careful. -
Rath-Michael hugged the air around her, giving the illusion that he was embracing the woman.
- Come with me. - She ordered and they walked side by side towards the gates as she explained about the magic she was working on his family.
- Alright! We’ve kept our side of the deal, open the gates and come out! - The leader shouted. - Oh, and by the way, thank you for the boy! He is just delicious! Really enjoyed him. Who knows? We might do so soon again! -
The gates opened and the royal family walked out. The invisible soldiers were supposed to take them down the second they crossed the gates, but they kept on walking until they joined Serena with Rath-Michael. Ramthis run to the boy and covered him with his shield, as he was the only one vulnerable to the invisible soldiers. Serena watched how the Grunter leader’s face went livid and kept getting paler as the royal family advanced, oblivious of the attack they were being subjected to by the invisible soldiers that just went through them, they didn’t even feel them at all.
- What is going on? - The leader’s voice was trembling and breaking like a teenager’s.
By then the king stood right in front of him and told him his man, on the tower, was waiting for his signal to shoot an explosive missile, visible all over the planet’s sky, to order his army, sieging their city, to kill everyone there or to come back. The treacherous leader pulled out a sword from within his cloak and hacked at the king’s neck, but nothing happened. The king stood there staring back at the Grunter in contempt. After several unsuccessful lunges, the man brought his finger to the blade, thinking the problem was there, and cut it till it bled. He reached out for the king’s chest and his hand went clean through it. The man screamed and backed up with his eyes popping out of his head.
- Who are you? What are you? - The man babbled, terrified.
- That doesn’t matter, what matters now is that the lives of your people are in your hands. Are you going to leave peacefully with your invisible idiots, or do I order my soldiers to burn your village with everyone inside. -
- NO! We are leaving! Troops to me! We are going back! - The leader shouted.
The king waved his hand and the cannon fired a spray of black paint, raining all over the field and making the soldiers visible through the black stains spattering their armours. They rallied with their leaders and marched hurriedly away. Then the cannon spat a missile of orange lights, signaling the Antares soldiers to remain in hiding and wait until the Grunter army returned home to find everyone safe. Then return home by night undetected, and leave a group of scouts for a week to make sure they wouldn’t get ready to attack them again.
As soon as they were back inside the walls, the royal family drank the antidote and were able to hug Rath-Michael and welcome him back. Zan healed his cousin under the supervision of Serena, who stayed with them for a month, to make sure the boy was completely recovered, and back to his normal life. At the end of the third week, the army had to fight a rebel group from the east and Rath-Michael insisted on going. Ramthis was grateful to see his son was his usual self, fighting fearlessly like he always did, returning with a nasty slash across his lower back, to be healed by Zan and fall into Vilandra’s arms. Serena was constantly talking to the boy and grew very fond of him and his sister, who was always there to make sure he lacked nothing, and had become very close to Vilandra too. The day Serena was returning home, Rath-Michael clung to her and kissed her warmly, promising that they would always keep in touch and she would always be there for him should he ever need her. Rath-Michael walked her to the door of the transport and before she went inside, Serena cupped his chin and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, sealing their special connection. Then she backed into the transport with her eyes locked on his until the door closed and the craft took off.
Michael woke up with the sound of an airplane flying overhead. He opened his eyes and found Serena’s locked on his. He was facing the pool and she was in the water, holding her head out with one arm on the edge, so her eyes were level with his, and her other hand was holding Michael’s tightly.
- Serena…- He whispered.
Rath-Michael started waking up with the voices around him. Thinking they were getting ready to march, and as usual had left his tent be until it was absolutely necessary to wake him up, he started pushing up to get ready. He was surprised when he couldn’t. He could move alright but his wrists were tied and so were his ankles. He tried to lift his face from the floor but he felt sluggish, as if he were drugged. “What the hell…” He began, and the voices got louder. He realized they were not speaking in Antares, yet he could understand what they were saying and it wasn’t nice. They were calling his father stupid, and how he must be pulling his hair out by the roots to have had his son whisked away under his nose and that of his guards. “We’ll be feasting in Antar very soon, they’ll give us anything to get him back alive.That doesn’t mean we can’t have our fun with him.” Rath-Michael felt hands pawing his back and tried to move away but his movements were just too slow. A hand squeezed his hurt buttock viciously and he hissed not to cry out. “Who will go first?” he heard as large hands grabbed his hips and pulled his ass up cramming something that felt prickly under him. “I’ve heard he likes it, so let’s see if it’s true.” Rath-Michael felt something prodding him and before he had time to brace himself, it was rammed into him until he could swear it was halfway up his stomach. He growled and writhed and his attacker whispered: “Oh yes, he likes it, keep moving like that, you feel so good!” Two thin wiry arms circled his body and started squeezing his balls painfully to make his ass tighter still. The huge cock was pulled out of him and shoved back all the way in, over and over again. Then the man finally shot his load into him and another one took his place. Rath-Michael lost count how many times he was raped, and when the man inside him was about to come, they would burn his ass and thighs with a red hot iron to enhance the man’s pleasure as the boy writhed in agony. Rath-Michael had always realized that screaming wouldn’t take the pain away or even make it easier to take, so what was the use of losing energy in such a stupid way? He gritted his teeth, bit his lip, clenched his hands in tight fists, his body went so tense, that his young strong muscles stood out in the most amazing definition. But scream? What was the use, it didn’t help at all. He remembered what one of the last ones to fuck him that time had said: “Those Hintet women have the biggest cunts I’ve ever seen, and they were screaming for mercy when I fucked them. I have to give it to him, the boy has guts, no wonder those blasted Antares are invincible. Congratulations.” It took him a full minute to fill the boy up with his burning cum. Then he pulled out, kissed Rath-Michael’s unhurt buttock and whispered: “Hope I’m the lucky one that keeps you when we take your kingdom.” Someone screamed: “What are you waiting for? Clean him up. He’s going to be leaking cum for at least an hour, so put something between his legs to receive it. You! When it stops flush him with the steaming brew to heal his insides and make him as tight as he was. We’re going to eat now, we’ll be back after we rest and are ready for him again. Don’t you filthy bitches dare touch him otherwise! You’ll hang upside down till you die! Be careful with him now, that’s the best piece of ass we’ve ever had! And he’s worth a fortune!” “Rather a kingdom!” Someone else said.
- It would be better he had died. - The seer said with tears in her eyes.
- Why do you say that, Serena? - The queen asked her sister.
- They are torturing him in the most degrading way possible for a man. But he has gained their respect, by the brave way he has taken it. Hardly a few growls, they can’t believe it, because they are extremely well…endowed. - She whispered the last word, knowing the implications it held.
Now they knew what he was going through. Ramthis went death pale, and Vilandra clung to O’Sheeah and they wept together as quietly as possible not to disturb the seer and distract her from her purpose.
- How…did they capture him? - Ramthis asked spitting out the words.
- They have mastered the skill to become invisible. You had no chance against them. There was nothing you could do. -
- Why didn’t he alert the guards? - Ramthis couldn’t understand it.
- They injected him with a drug specially made to have instant effect on Antares Royal Blood. They shot it straight into a bleeding wound he had. He couldn’t make a sound, he could barely breathe. -
- What do they want? - The king asked.
- They will exchange him for your kingdom. But the invisible army will kill all your soldiers and throw you into prison. The boy has been promised to the best soldier during the capture of the castle. You cannot accept their terms. They will threaten to kill Rath-Michael but they won’t. They have Vilandra’s skill of dream walking you and will make you watch them torture him every night in your dreams until you give up. You mustn’t, you must buy time until I find out where they have him and find a way to get him back to you. I have my own powers, but they are known only to me. Once I find out where they have him, you will pretend to accept their terms and sent me to get him back as you leave the citadel open for them. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. -
For a whole week, they watched Rath-Michael being tortured every single night, unable to wake up until it was over for the Grunters to eat and rest. They told them that the boy went through another bout of torture during the day too, but that was for their private pleasure, and they weren’t sharing it. On the eighth day, Serena was able to identify the filthy mess one of the Grunters was eating, being the typical dish from an area which was the only place in the planet where that kind of fish could be found. The army marched towards that area and hid completey out of sight. That evening, during Rath-Michael’s torture, the king accepted the terms during the dream and told them to bring the boy and they would send a woman to get him, then they would open the gates of the citadel for them to take possession of it as soon as she had Rath-Michael in her hands. The leader of the Grunters told the king it would take them two days to get there, starting the journey the next day before midday. The explosive missiles were prepared to be shot into the sky with just the press of a button. They would be the signal for the Antares army sieging the Grunter city to either attack or withdraw, depending on the colour. Serena had prepared the mix of herbs that would render their bodies unsubstantial. Whatever tried to touch them would just go clean through them, as if they were ghosts. She assured them the effect would be almost immediate, five minutes at the most, and they would stay like that for 24 hours unless they drank the antidote which brought their consistency back immediately too. Then they waited. By mid-morning, a scout came running, announcing that the Grunters would arrive in half an hour. The concoction was consumed by all the royal family while the inhabitants of the citadel were quickly hidden in the underground tunnels built by the Andes people. When the Grunters arrived and formed at the city walls, Serena was allowed out of the gates, totally in black, her face veiled, letting them see she was actually a woman, but her features were not clear. The leader came up to meet her and reached out to her but she raised her hand in warning.
- Do not touch me, as I am infected with a disease brought on by the sun, very contagious by mere touch. Only the Antares Royals are immune to it. That is why I must be covered from the daylight. -
The man pulled his hand back, his face contorted with disgust.
- Bring the boy! - He yelled, and Rath-Michael was brought out of a tent, trying hard not to wince and limping slightly.
It was the first time Serena saw him, and she was struck by the beauty of the boy, and the courage he was showing, as she knew what had been done to him. She approached him and whispered softly:
- I am not solid, but pretend I am, they must not know, be careful. -
Rath-Michael hugged the air around her, giving the illusion that he was embracing the woman.
- Come with me. - She ordered and they walked side by side towards the gates as she explained about the magic she was working on his family.
- Alright! We’ve kept our side of the deal, open the gates and come out! - The leader shouted. - Oh, and by the way, thank you for the boy! He is just delicious! Really enjoyed him. Who knows? We might do so soon again! -
The gates opened and the royal family walked out. The invisible soldiers were supposed to take them down the second they crossed the gates, but they kept on walking until they joined Serena with Rath-Michael. Ramthis run to the boy and covered him with his shield, as he was the only one vulnerable to the invisible soldiers. Serena watched how the Grunter leader’s face went livid and kept getting paler as the royal family advanced, oblivious of the attack they were being subjected to by the invisible soldiers that just went through them, they didn’t even feel them at all.
- What is going on? - The leader’s voice was trembling and breaking like a teenager’s.
By then the king stood right in front of him and told him his man, on the tower, was waiting for his signal to shoot an explosive missile, visible all over the planet’s sky, to order his army, sieging their city, to kill everyone there or to come back. The treacherous leader pulled out a sword from within his cloak and hacked at the king’s neck, but nothing happened. The king stood there staring back at the Grunter in contempt. After several unsuccessful lunges, the man brought his finger to the blade, thinking the problem was there, and cut it till it bled. He reached out for the king’s chest and his hand went clean through it. The man screamed and backed up with his eyes popping out of his head.
- Who are you? What are you? - The man babbled, terrified.
- That doesn’t matter, what matters now is that the lives of your people are in your hands. Are you going to leave peacefully with your invisible idiots, or do I order my soldiers to burn your village with everyone inside. -
- NO! We are leaving! Troops to me! We are going back! - The leader shouted.
The king waved his hand and the cannon fired a spray of black paint, raining all over the field and making the soldiers visible through the black stains spattering their armours. They rallied with their leaders and marched hurriedly away. Then the cannon spat a missile of orange lights, signaling the Antares soldiers to remain in hiding and wait until the Grunter army returned home to find everyone safe. Then return home by night undetected, and leave a group of scouts for a week to make sure they wouldn’t get ready to attack them again.
As soon as they were back inside the walls, the royal family drank the antidote and were able to hug Rath-Michael and welcome him back. Zan healed his cousin under the supervision of Serena, who stayed with them for a month, to make sure the boy was completely recovered, and back to his normal life. At the end of the third week, the army had to fight a rebel group from the east and Rath-Michael insisted on going. Ramthis was grateful to see his son was his usual self, fighting fearlessly like he always did, returning with a nasty slash across his lower back, to be healed by Zan and fall into Vilandra’s arms. Serena was constantly talking to the boy and grew very fond of him and his sister, who was always there to make sure he lacked nothing, and had become very close to Vilandra too. The day Serena was returning home, Rath-Michael clung to her and kissed her warmly, promising that they would always keep in touch and she would always be there for him should he ever need her. Rath-Michael walked her to the door of the transport and before she went inside, Serena cupped his chin and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, sealing their special connection. Then she backed into the transport with her eyes locked on his until the door closed and the craft took off.
Michael woke up with the sound of an airplane flying overhead. He opened his eyes and found Serena’s locked on his. He was facing the pool and she was in the water, holding her head out with one arm on the edge, so her eyes were level with his, and her other hand was holding Michael’s tightly.
- Serena…- He whispered.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 166
Michael felt her hand give his a squeeze, under the water.
- Are you alright? - She asked.
Michael felt another hand give his other one a squeeze too, as his arm lay behind him.
- You ok kid? - Asked Uncle Derek from close by at his back.
- Yeah…sure…- Michael still felt drowsy.
- You were having a nightmare. - Serena watched Michael shake his head.
- It wasn’t a dream, I was remembering. It happened earlier today too. And yesterday, here, when you hugged me, I felt you inside me. Then when I fell asleep…you did something to me. -
- I would never hurt you. - Her eyes showed concern.
- I know, thank you for finding me and saving us. - He saw her face grow sad and tears started falling down her cheeks.
- I failed you, I didn’t keep my promise. I’m so sorry for all the pain I could have spared you. -
- What do you mean? -
- That day before I left, I said I would always be there for you if you ever needed me. You’ve needed me every day of your life on earth until you started living alone, and many times after that too, and I wasn’t there for you. It was my fault, I couldn’t find you. - She sobbed.
- Why couldn’t you find me? You’re a seer, right? -
- I was…in Antar. - She whispered.
- What? What happened here? How did you come here? -
Michael realized she had been speaking very softly, mostly whispering. Maybe she didn’t want Uncle Derek to hear? He gestured with his eyes towards the man behind him and whispered too.
- Does he know? - And Serena sighed and nodded.
- Of course he does, he’s my husband. -
- Sorry, I’m kind of lost here…you’re not a seer any longer? - Michael was trying to figure it out.
- Ok, listen. When you were sent here, I was chosen to come with you with the two protectors. I was supposed to check out your new environment and make sure you would be able to survive and blend in. But there were some issues between the man you called Nasedo, and the man you call Kal Langley and me. At the ceremony where the new king and the new advisor were presented to the Antar nobility, both Nasedo and Kal Langley had brought their sisters hoping the new advisor, who was unmarried, would choose one of them for his wife. They were ready to kill each other for the chance to become part of that elite group. I had brought my sister too, but just as company, as we were both unmarried, and the advisor was completely taken by her the second he set his eyes on her, and married her. Both men were very angry with me. At that time, we had no way of knowing that the advisor would become the king, due to the unsual circumstances, so my sister ended being the queen. When that happened, their disgust turned into instant hate. They did everything they could not to include me on the trip, but my sister would have none of it, and I was part of the doomed crew whether they liked it or not. I must admit that in spite of the whole thing, Kal Langley was a decent person, but I never trusted Nasedo. My gift let me see he was quite chummy with Nicholas, though he pretended to hardly know him, but he couldn’t fool me. When we crashed, both Kal and myself got banged up real bad, him worse than me. I was able to crawl out of the craft and Nasedo came from behind me and placed his hands on my head trying to turn off my energy, knowing that would kill me. I didn’t need to see him to know it was him. I defended myself coming out of my travel form, towering over him, and buying me some time as he did so himself. I managed to get away and hide in the shadows. I made my nails sharp to rip off the homing device that was implanted behind our ears, so he wouldn’t find me, to save my life. I knew there was no way to get it back, and unfortunately, it also disconnected me from the rest of the crew and prevented me from finding you. The blow to my head had caused some damage, and when the device was out of my body, I immediately became amnesic. I just wandered aimlessly, and an old, very nice couple picked me up in their car. I had no problems with the language because we had been programmed to speak it fluently the second we entered the Earth’s atmosphere. When they found out about my condition, they offered to take me to a doctor, but what little instincts I still had, warned me against it. I insisted I just needed to rest and my memory would come back eventually. Apparently they seeked advice from some doctors, friends of theirs, and they all agreed with me. They kindly took me to their home, and gave me a room, fed me and took care of me as if I were family. Then three months later, I started remembering, my powers started coming back, but try as I might, I couldn’t contact you or anyone from the craft. Then I saw this science magazine’s article about the crash and the possibility of survivors, and the autopsy of one of them. Of course, they laughed at it and called it a hoax. I started worrying I could get these kind people in trouble after I owed them so much, so I told them I had remembered that I had a family and wanted to go back to them. They begged me to stay for a few more days until their son came visiting because he wanted to meet me. So that week end he came and he took me out to dinner. We got along fine, and he asked me if I was married, so I assured him I wasn’t. Then he invited me a drink and I innocently took a few sips and started feeling very much at ease with him and just spilled everything out. I can still remember his eyes getting real big and his finger on his lips asking me to keep quiet. He paid and we went to a motel, just to talk. After a few hours the effects of the alcohol started passing and I went dumb with fear realizing what I had done. He noticed what I was going through and hugged me and said I was safe with him, but never to drink again cause I could get in serious trouble. He said under normal circumstances, no one would believe me, taking it as drunken delusions, but the problem was that I didn’t sound drunk at all. It was now clear that I really didn’t have anywhere to go, so he told me the best way he could protect me was marrying me. Yes, that was Derek. He said he was sure everything happens for a reason, and that things have a way of falling back into place. And he was right, cause I found you, thanks to him. I’ve been going into deep concentrations and gradually getting most of my powers back. That’s how I could tell who you were, because of our connection. I realized Max and Isabel were also aliens because of the jolt I got from their touch, but I just guessed who they really were. Then when I accessed your memory, I found out what had happened to queen Ava-Tess and felt sorry for her, cause I knew her family, her father was very ambitious but her mother was such a nice lady. Sadly to say, little Ava took after her father, and that was her undoing. Last night I passed all the information I got from you to Derek and he was also shocked by what your life here had been like and the horrible way you died in Antar. Yesterday, I reactivated our connection, that why you were able to flashback to your half sister, through Laurie, because she is her earth counterpart. The other girl, Liz, she has the same kind of empathic connection I had with you in Antar. She has a very special love for you, just like me. - She smiled at Michael and he could not only feel, but see her love for him in her eyes. The way Serena was looking at him reminded him of Liz.
- Why didn’t Kal tell me about O’Sheeah? I can understand his issues with you, but why her? - Michael detected some sadness in her voice:
- Kal envied your father very much, he wanted to be the best soldier possible, but he wasn’t, and when Ramthis told Kal’s father to have him recalled home before he got killed, Kal never forgave him. And O’Sheeah was Ramthis’s daughter, so he ignored her out of spite. Still, he idolized you, he obviously still does. Didn’t Max and Isabel make any comments about me? - Serena was sure they had felt the jolt too.
- Not that I know of, but then I slept for a while, Maria said she had stayed with me while the girls went to watch some chick flick. The guys were watching a game. So no, I don’t think so. - Michael was sure Maria would have told him if she knew anything about it.
- I told Liz I wanted to speak to her, so she said we would when they came back next weekend. I might be able to help her focus on her growing powers. She needs to get them under control for everyone’s sake. -
- She seemed very comfortable with you. - Michael observed.
- Friendship knows no age, you know? - She smiled.
- Is it ok if the others know about you from me? - Michael asked her.
- No, not at all, you’ll be speaking to them tonight? -
- Better, Isabel will dreamwalk me, and probably Max and Maria will share too, and Liz, perhaps. - Michael’s eyes were silently asking her for her permission.
- Sure, go right ahead. Saves a lot of time, cause I would have to go over the whole thing again for them. You hungry? Oh, what a stupid question! - She laughed at herself and waded over to the corner to climb out of the pool.
Michael got up and went to help her out to join Uncle Derek at the table just outside the house. The food was perfect, all kinds of salads and veggie quiches which Michael couldn’t believe he actually liked them, they were obviously home made. The look on Serena’s face as she watched him wolf them down, assured Michael she had cooked them herself. Then there were fruit sherbets in rainbow colours and fresh fruit juice, no sodas of any kind. Uncle Derek was very well taken care of, and Serena’s love for him was quite clear by the way she worried about his health. Half an hour later, Michael was snoozing by the pool when Laurie called announcing she had just arrived from school and was going to change to go riding with him. Serena woke him up walking her fingers up and down his spine, and whispering his name softly as she did so. She told him Laurie was waiting for him and reminded him she expected a full report of his dream meeting with the two other aliens, girlfriend included and perhaps Liz too. Michael thanked them for the awesome experience and went to get the horse ready. In just a couple of minutes he took off to meet his sister at the schooling ring.
- I’m sure Charles would have been so proud to see what came out of the merge of their DNA and the alien side. He looks just like them and rides just like the original Michael. - Uncle Derek smiled at his wife as they watched the boy head home.
- He’s a great kid, he has such passion for the ones he loves, that it’s hard to believe what a hard time he has had during his young life. He was just as amazing in his previous short one, such courage for one so young, and his essence prevails in his second coming, his beauty and fearless strength are just as present. I have no doubts that if the present Michael, even lacking the warrior’s experience, was placed in an Antares battlefield, his performance would be just the same. He is the kind of person who rises to the occasion, driven by pure unfailing instincts. He doesn’t need to think, he acts, and knows exactly what is required of him to take him to an overwhelming victory. He is a natural leader and they will follow him blindly because he sets the example, he won’t back down, no matter what, if it means dying for what he believes in, or for those he loves. That is Michael.-
Serena’s empathy had described him to the last detail, missing nothing.
Michael met Laurie and enjoyed riding with her, it was wonderful to him to see her so happy and relaxed. They interacted as if they had been together and close to each other all their lives. They had a long walk in which Michael took her hand and briefed her in the accurate alien way of what his day had been like at the Lavoisse’s, and Laurie was just as happy for him. They showered and Michael helped her with her homework. She was surprised how good he was in Mathematics, and his incredible interpretation of James Joyce’s Ulysses had her open mouthed. It was as if he was inside the writer’s mind, and he knew just what he was thinking when he wrote it and what he meant, expressed with such ease and insight, that even his teachers, on those subjects, found it astonishing. They had an early supper and sprawled together in Laurie’s bedroom to watch TV for a while until he started growing sleepy. He told her Isabel’s plans for that night, and she lifted her head from where it was pillowed on the small of his back. Michael pushed up, kissed her goodnight and went to his tryst with his king and lover, and his still beloved ex fiancée.
Michael felt her hand give his a squeeze, under the water.
- Are you alright? - She asked.
Michael felt another hand give his other one a squeeze too, as his arm lay behind him.
- You ok kid? - Asked Uncle Derek from close by at his back.
- Yeah…sure…- Michael still felt drowsy.
- You were having a nightmare. - Serena watched Michael shake his head.
- It wasn’t a dream, I was remembering. It happened earlier today too. And yesterday, here, when you hugged me, I felt you inside me. Then when I fell asleep…you did something to me. -
- I would never hurt you. - Her eyes showed concern.
- I know, thank you for finding me and saving us. - He saw her face grow sad and tears started falling down her cheeks.
- I failed you, I didn’t keep my promise. I’m so sorry for all the pain I could have spared you. -
- What do you mean? -
- That day before I left, I said I would always be there for you if you ever needed me. You’ve needed me every day of your life on earth until you started living alone, and many times after that too, and I wasn’t there for you. It was my fault, I couldn’t find you. - She sobbed.
- Why couldn’t you find me? You’re a seer, right? -
- I was…in Antar. - She whispered.
- What? What happened here? How did you come here? -
Michael realized she had been speaking very softly, mostly whispering. Maybe she didn’t want Uncle Derek to hear? He gestured with his eyes towards the man behind him and whispered too.
- Does he know? - And Serena sighed and nodded.
- Of course he does, he’s my husband. -
- Sorry, I’m kind of lost here…you’re not a seer any longer? - Michael was trying to figure it out.
- Ok, listen. When you were sent here, I was chosen to come with you with the two protectors. I was supposed to check out your new environment and make sure you would be able to survive and blend in. But there were some issues between the man you called Nasedo, and the man you call Kal Langley and me. At the ceremony where the new king and the new advisor were presented to the Antar nobility, both Nasedo and Kal Langley had brought their sisters hoping the new advisor, who was unmarried, would choose one of them for his wife. They were ready to kill each other for the chance to become part of that elite group. I had brought my sister too, but just as company, as we were both unmarried, and the advisor was completely taken by her the second he set his eyes on her, and married her. Both men were very angry with me. At that time, we had no way of knowing that the advisor would become the king, due to the unsual circumstances, so my sister ended being the queen. When that happened, their disgust turned into instant hate. They did everything they could not to include me on the trip, but my sister would have none of it, and I was part of the doomed crew whether they liked it or not. I must admit that in spite of the whole thing, Kal Langley was a decent person, but I never trusted Nasedo. My gift let me see he was quite chummy with Nicholas, though he pretended to hardly know him, but he couldn’t fool me. When we crashed, both Kal and myself got banged up real bad, him worse than me. I was able to crawl out of the craft and Nasedo came from behind me and placed his hands on my head trying to turn off my energy, knowing that would kill me. I didn’t need to see him to know it was him. I defended myself coming out of my travel form, towering over him, and buying me some time as he did so himself. I managed to get away and hide in the shadows. I made my nails sharp to rip off the homing device that was implanted behind our ears, so he wouldn’t find me, to save my life. I knew there was no way to get it back, and unfortunately, it also disconnected me from the rest of the crew and prevented me from finding you. The blow to my head had caused some damage, and when the device was out of my body, I immediately became amnesic. I just wandered aimlessly, and an old, very nice couple picked me up in their car. I had no problems with the language because we had been programmed to speak it fluently the second we entered the Earth’s atmosphere. When they found out about my condition, they offered to take me to a doctor, but what little instincts I still had, warned me against it. I insisted I just needed to rest and my memory would come back eventually. Apparently they seeked advice from some doctors, friends of theirs, and they all agreed with me. They kindly took me to their home, and gave me a room, fed me and took care of me as if I were family. Then three months later, I started remembering, my powers started coming back, but try as I might, I couldn’t contact you or anyone from the craft. Then I saw this science magazine’s article about the crash and the possibility of survivors, and the autopsy of one of them. Of course, they laughed at it and called it a hoax. I started worrying I could get these kind people in trouble after I owed them so much, so I told them I had remembered that I had a family and wanted to go back to them. They begged me to stay for a few more days until their son came visiting because he wanted to meet me. So that week end he came and he took me out to dinner. We got along fine, and he asked me if I was married, so I assured him I wasn’t. Then he invited me a drink and I innocently took a few sips and started feeling very much at ease with him and just spilled everything out. I can still remember his eyes getting real big and his finger on his lips asking me to keep quiet. He paid and we went to a motel, just to talk. After a few hours the effects of the alcohol started passing and I went dumb with fear realizing what I had done. He noticed what I was going through and hugged me and said I was safe with him, but never to drink again cause I could get in serious trouble. He said under normal circumstances, no one would believe me, taking it as drunken delusions, but the problem was that I didn’t sound drunk at all. It was now clear that I really didn’t have anywhere to go, so he told me the best way he could protect me was marrying me. Yes, that was Derek. He said he was sure everything happens for a reason, and that things have a way of falling back into place. And he was right, cause I found you, thanks to him. I’ve been going into deep concentrations and gradually getting most of my powers back. That’s how I could tell who you were, because of our connection. I realized Max and Isabel were also aliens because of the jolt I got from their touch, but I just guessed who they really were. Then when I accessed your memory, I found out what had happened to queen Ava-Tess and felt sorry for her, cause I knew her family, her father was very ambitious but her mother was such a nice lady. Sadly to say, little Ava took after her father, and that was her undoing. Last night I passed all the information I got from you to Derek and he was also shocked by what your life here had been like and the horrible way you died in Antar. Yesterday, I reactivated our connection, that why you were able to flashback to your half sister, through Laurie, because she is her earth counterpart. The other girl, Liz, she has the same kind of empathic connection I had with you in Antar. She has a very special love for you, just like me. - She smiled at Michael and he could not only feel, but see her love for him in her eyes. The way Serena was looking at him reminded him of Liz.
- Why didn’t Kal tell me about O’Sheeah? I can understand his issues with you, but why her? - Michael detected some sadness in her voice:
- Kal envied your father very much, he wanted to be the best soldier possible, but he wasn’t, and when Ramthis told Kal’s father to have him recalled home before he got killed, Kal never forgave him. And O’Sheeah was Ramthis’s daughter, so he ignored her out of spite. Still, he idolized you, he obviously still does. Didn’t Max and Isabel make any comments about me? - Serena was sure they had felt the jolt too.
- Not that I know of, but then I slept for a while, Maria said she had stayed with me while the girls went to watch some chick flick. The guys were watching a game. So no, I don’t think so. - Michael was sure Maria would have told him if she knew anything about it.
- I told Liz I wanted to speak to her, so she said we would when they came back next weekend. I might be able to help her focus on her growing powers. She needs to get them under control for everyone’s sake. -
- She seemed very comfortable with you. - Michael observed.
- Friendship knows no age, you know? - She smiled.
- Is it ok if the others know about you from me? - Michael asked her.
- No, not at all, you’ll be speaking to them tonight? -
- Better, Isabel will dreamwalk me, and probably Max and Maria will share too, and Liz, perhaps. - Michael’s eyes were silently asking her for her permission.
- Sure, go right ahead. Saves a lot of time, cause I would have to go over the whole thing again for them. You hungry? Oh, what a stupid question! - She laughed at herself and waded over to the corner to climb out of the pool.
Michael got up and went to help her out to join Uncle Derek at the table just outside the house. The food was perfect, all kinds of salads and veggie quiches which Michael couldn’t believe he actually liked them, they were obviously home made. The look on Serena’s face as she watched him wolf them down, assured Michael she had cooked them herself. Then there were fruit sherbets in rainbow colours and fresh fruit juice, no sodas of any kind. Uncle Derek was very well taken care of, and Serena’s love for him was quite clear by the way she worried about his health. Half an hour later, Michael was snoozing by the pool when Laurie called announcing she had just arrived from school and was going to change to go riding with him. Serena woke him up walking her fingers up and down his spine, and whispering his name softly as she did so. She told him Laurie was waiting for him and reminded him she expected a full report of his dream meeting with the two other aliens, girlfriend included and perhaps Liz too. Michael thanked them for the awesome experience and went to get the horse ready. In just a couple of minutes he took off to meet his sister at the schooling ring.
- I’m sure Charles would have been so proud to see what came out of the merge of their DNA and the alien side. He looks just like them and rides just like the original Michael. - Uncle Derek smiled at his wife as they watched the boy head home.
- He’s a great kid, he has such passion for the ones he loves, that it’s hard to believe what a hard time he has had during his young life. He was just as amazing in his previous short one, such courage for one so young, and his essence prevails in his second coming, his beauty and fearless strength are just as present. I have no doubts that if the present Michael, even lacking the warrior’s experience, was placed in an Antares battlefield, his performance would be just the same. He is the kind of person who rises to the occasion, driven by pure unfailing instincts. He doesn’t need to think, he acts, and knows exactly what is required of him to take him to an overwhelming victory. He is a natural leader and they will follow him blindly because he sets the example, he won’t back down, no matter what, if it means dying for what he believes in, or for those he loves. That is Michael.-
Serena’s empathy had described him to the last detail, missing nothing.
Michael met Laurie and enjoyed riding with her, it was wonderful to him to see her so happy and relaxed. They interacted as if they had been together and close to each other all their lives. They had a long walk in which Michael took her hand and briefed her in the accurate alien way of what his day had been like at the Lavoisse’s, and Laurie was just as happy for him. They showered and Michael helped her with her homework. She was surprised how good he was in Mathematics, and his incredible interpretation of James Joyce’s Ulysses had her open mouthed. It was as if he was inside the writer’s mind, and he knew just what he was thinking when he wrote it and what he meant, expressed with such ease and insight, that even his teachers, on those subjects, found it astonishing. They had an early supper and sprawled together in Laurie’s bedroom to watch TV for a while until he started growing sleepy. He told her Isabel’s plans for that night, and she lifted her head from where it was pillowed on the small of his back. Michael pushed up, kissed her goodnight and went to his tryst with his king and lover, and his still beloved ex fiancée.
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Chapter 167
Laurie lay back on real pillows and went on watching the film. A few minutes later, she heard a soft knock on her door and Stuart’s voice.
- Hi Laurie, you awake? -
- Sure, come in. -
He opened the door and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the TV screen.
- Is Michael ok? I knocked on his door and called him but he didn’t answer. I thought maybe he was here with you. -
- Yes he was, but just before you came he went to sleep. Isabel is going to dreamwalk him and he has some stuff he found out today from Serena he wants to get through to them. -
- Maybe we should join him? Then we can all be briefed at the same time?-
Stuart suggested.
- Yeah, I’m sure he’s ok with that. - She got up and they went over to his bedroom.
Laurie opened the unlocked door and Stuart remembered he had been about to do just that when Michael didn’t answer, but decided to check on Laurie first. They walked into the room and made themselves comfortable on the couch in far left side, facing the bed. Michael lay all spread out in his typical face down sprawl, smack in the middle, enjoying having the whole bed to himself, which didn’t mean he wasn’t missing Maria. He was fast asleep, so Stuart and Laurie talked about their day, waiting for the action to begin.
- So how was it today? - Laurie asked.
- Oh, ok, rather quiet, still long but worth it. -
- School was the usual drag, but at least I had good news on the possibility of taking a few extra tests to give me the credits I need for a faster graduation. I’ll have to study my head off, though…- Laurie shook her head.
- Have you eaten at all? -
- Yeah, I had this delayed craving for a Hawaiian Pizza and made it come true during my lunch break at almost 3pm. I felt like a pig! I wolfed down the whole thing in about 10 minutes flat, and then I noticed everyone there was looking at me and trying hard not to laugh! It was so embarrassing! I’ve been supervising the gynecology ward too long, tomorrow I’ll demand a change, the cravings seem to be catchy. - He chuckled.
He noticed Laurie was very quiet and staring at the bed. He followed her gaze and saw Michael had this half wince half frown on his face and he started getting up to check him but Laurie grabbed his arm and stopped him. Then Michael’s hands which were palms up as his arms lay parallel to his body, went into tight fists, then they opened and clenched even tighter again. His hips started writhing as he pushed them up from the bed and fell back rubbing against it.
- Owww, Max! Ahhh, unghhh…- Then his upper body was squirming as the action moved upwards to his back area too.
- Maria! Yesss… Mmm…Izzz, don’t stop…- The last part had Stuart’s eyes wide open as Michael’s legs turned a little sideways, flexing slightly, one more than the other, and he bucked his butt back. His breath hissed through his teeth as it left his parted lips. Then he lay flat on his stomach again with his thighs apart.
- Liz! Go easy…it hurts…oh yeahhh…- Michael was slithering like an eel, what the hell were they doing to him?
- Miss you too, guys. - Michael took a few deep breaths and grinned. - Ok, here it goes. -
He let out a low growl that rumbled and vibrated through the room and then he seemed to relax. When his fists loosened some and he was smirking, Laurie nudged Stuart and they each took one of his hands in theirs as they slumped to the floor beside the bed. Michael’s breathing was now even but there was this blue sheen that both Laurie and Stuart recognized as the colour of Gandarium, as it hovered just an inch over Michael’s whole body for about a minute or two at the most. It started fading and Michael sighed and now there was no doubt whatsoever that he was fast asleep. Laurie had enjoyed it again, amazed by the fact that Serena was an alien and she had never had even the slightest suspicion that she was different. She kissed her brother’s hand and laid it back on the bed. Stuart was still digesting it all, sitting there open mouthed, his hand still in Michael’s, when he gave a little start and his mouth curved into a smile.
- What was that? - Laurie also smiled.
- A last minute message from Isabel, she’s dreamwalking me later on. -
- Then you’ll find out what they were doing to Michael, cause I really want to know too! - She chuckled.
Laurie had always been a quiet girl, sex was something adults did, and it didn’t concern her. The way it was a hushed matter among kids her age gave her the impression that it was probably something not nice to do, but necessary to have children, according to the sexual education classes she had in school and the way they were shy and reluctant to ask the questions they had about it, though the teacher tried to make it seem as the most natural thing. And now she was surrounded, enveloped in these alien-human sex situation and taking it like fish to water! Was it wrong? It did feel like the most natural thing. She had seen his brother naked so many times, and she just thought he was a gorgeous looking boy, nothing wrong with it, and when Max had entered his body, well, he had to heal him, he needed it, that was it, so what? She couldn’t believe how much she had changed since she discovered she had a kid brother, and that her grandfather had really been in touch with aliens and Michael and his two friends were just that. And now Serena. She felt she was living in a science fiction story! After her boring life at the institution where she had just vegetated, now she was really living and loving it.
Back at Michael’s apartment, where the gang had decided to spend the night “studying for an exam with Isabel’s help”, they were all relaxing and also having a pizza, but not like Stuart had. Liz and Max were getting along fine and Maria was very glad for them. Kyle was keeping Isabel busy with his silly jokes and they were actually enjoying each others’ company. Maria tagged along with them, missing her Spaceboy very much, finding it hard to wait until they were together again. They were being model children until next Friday, when they would again take off to Tucson. Maria couldn’t care less that she had been grounded for the rest of the month, cause she had no other reason, apart from her job, and now the “exam”, to be away from home. There was nothing her mother could do to keep her away from Michael, and she was beginning to understand it. Amy hated to admit it, but she really liked the boy.
Liz’s situation was the same as Maria’s, but she was with Max at school and at the Crashdown, where Max and Kyle were replacing Michael and making themselves extra useful, so that Jeff Parker was very grateful to them. Jesse kept delaying his return as if he thought his absence would strengthen his marriage, but he knew it was a losing battle. Isabel didn’t miss him at all, her life was too involved in her alien side now, and the friends who made her feel at home with it. Everytime Jesse spoke to his wife on the phone, he went out of his way not to make her feel uncomfortable about her alien side, and didn’t even mention it. The truth was that he was trying to accept it, but he hated to admit it wasn’t working.
Michael’s words: “She was mine first” kept ringing in his ears, and everytime he saw the boy, he couldn’t help observing what reasons she could have to be with him, and found too many.
Isabel enjoyed dreamwalking Stuart, getting to know him much better everytime, and seeing the kind of person he was, trustworthy and honest, she found it funny and ironic that he was totally heterosexual but had this infatuation with Michael. But then so did Kyle and Max, and the funniest part of it all, was that Michael had no idea of the extent of the effect he had on them. He just thought he was their toy when they couldn’t get what they really wanted. But he didn’t mind it, feeling so lucky to have Maria, and bad for them that they didn’t have her. They wouldn’t dare! It was better that they fooled with him, so they wouldn’t get any ideas about Maria. Michael could be the most cunning warrior, but he was also so innocent and naïve in some aspects, that it was endearing.
Max and Kyle were being extra careful in school now that Michael wasn’t there for them, and tried to be together most of the time, specially at gym, showering with the crowd to be sure they wouldn’t be surprised alone again. The coach had his eyes on them on a constant basis too, remembering what had happened, and wasn’t up to a second helping. No way! Jim Valenti seemed to pop up everywhere the gang went to, like some cross between guardian angel and Jack in the Box. At first it was kind of creepy, but now they were getting used to it.
And of course, there was Michael. He was the cog that kept them moving in sync, and the link that kept them together. Though sex was the common denominator, they were dealing with it quite well. The guys felt safe that the action would not be turned on them, cause it was absolutely clear that it wasn’t Michael’s thing, and the girls felt safe that nothing any of them did with him was kept away from anyone, so Maria, try as she might, could find no room for jealousy, which was truly unbelievable, specially for her. She knew where she stood, in her relationship with Michael, and finally had no doubts about him. She loved him like she couldn’t love anyone else, and she knew he would die for her without a fraction of a second’s hesitation.
Chapter 168
Michael loved the way those hands were touching him. As if they knew exactly what he needed, kneading and prodding at the right spots. They went all the way down from his shoulders to his calves, then back up, painstakingly slowly, not missing a single spot. They paid special attention to his scars, as if wanting to make them disappear completely. Now they were at the faint ones on his butt and thigh from the canes that day at the secret pool. As they touched it, he had this flash of the two wounds he took that day before he was taken by the Grunters in Antar. They had been in about the same places. The cane in his butt had splintered and it had been as bad as the three pronged barb from the battle. The cane in his thigh had been just a couple of inches lower down, in the thigh itself. Talk about coincidences, only this wasn’t the case. It was just happening all over again, that’s what it was. Man, she was good! He had no doubts it was a female, because he could feel the soft material of her dress bunched up on his thighs as she straddled them a little above his knees. She was back at his shoulders again but instead of repeating her routine for a fourth time, her hands travelled down his arms all the way to his hands, which lay palm up beside his hips. Her fingers reached his and she turned her hands so that the backs of them pressed on his palms as her fingers interlocked with his and gave them a squeeze.
- C’mon, wake up! - She whispered softly, coaxing him to comply.
She was too convincing and he slowly started opening his eyes. He knew it couldn’t possibly be Maria or Isabel, Liz was out of the question because their empathy would have kicked in, still there was a hint of it. Not Anita, please! That would be too creepy.
- Laurie? - He whispered back, because it had to be her or…Sylvia?
A peal of laughter made him look over his shoulder, his eyes growing wide.
- You’re such a sleepyhead here too. -
- Serena? What are you doing here? - He meant no disrespect, just curiosity, and her smile showed him she got his message loud and clear.
- Derek left for Phoenix at the break of dawn. I called Laurie early to tell you to come over, but she said the best way would be for me to come and wake you up. She told me where you were and to use the door from the terrace. Anyway, the dogs showed me the way. - She gestured with her head.
There was one dog on either side of Michael, dozing contentedly. Michael chuckled and sighed.
- What was that massage you were doing? - He asked.
- Oh, just a massage with a touch of shiatsu. Your ass is sore, I would say you had some very strong drugs shot into you and you are having trouble absorbing them. - She simply nailed it.
- Yeah, Stuart has come to the conclusion that it’s my alien side fighting them, and neutralizing them takes them some time. This one is a real b…- Michael winced, stopping just in time.
- Bitch. - Serena completed the word for him smiling at his smirk. - What was it? -
- Calcium. One on each side. -
- Shit! That is almost never given that way because of the damage it does to the tissues! No wonder you’re double sore! It has to be only in very extreme cases and under constant medical supervision! Is Stuart nuts? -
- It was an extreme case, he had to somehow justify Max’s boost to my healing so he could get me here. He knew it was risky but the results were very effective, and the X ray they took the next day convinced them I could make the trip. So the pain was worth it. It still is. It’s a little better every day. And massages, of course, help. - His typical smirk again and Serena could see Rath-Michael as if she were in Antar.
- It must hurt when you ride. - She grimaced.
- Sure, but it’s sort of a massage. - He scoffed and saw sadness in her eyes which she quickly shook away.
- Alright, now that the cat is out of the bag, there’s a lot of stuff I need to talk with you about. C’mon, get up, off to the shower with you! - She was about to whack his ass but changed to his thigh.
- I’m naked…- Michael knew it was obvious.
- You don’t say! - She giggled. - Michael, I’ve been doing a voluntary job
at a home for the old, which began with Derek’s parents, whom I loved very much. I give showers to the ones that are able to, males and females alike, so I won’t see anything new, I think, except for the fact that after them, you’ll be a treat! Must I drag you out of bed? Cause I will. - She threatened.
- Ok, ok. - He chuckled. - I’m coming! -
He winced at his choice of words, and pushed up, stepping out of the bed. He headed for the bathroom with Serena right behind him. She grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it a tug.
- Wow, you also have that gorgeous baby soft hair! - She said as they reached the bathroom.
- What do you mean? - He had stepped into the shower stall while she took care of everything, as if she did it everyday. He couldn’t help thinking of Maria and Isabel and even Liz, as she graduated the water perfectly to his taste, and maneuvered him like a doll, soaking him, soaping him and rinsing him to receive him in a towel and rubbing him dry as she prattled non stop the long version answer to his question. It was pure Maria she was reminding him of as she spoke.
-Well, Antares have dark brown kind of coarse hair, much like Max’s. But once in a while, actually very rarely, mostly someone of Royal Blood, or very rarely still, those almost there, manage to get a lighter shade going as far as blonde. But it only happens to women. Such was Vilandra, with her flaxen hair which was exotic, but much to the extreme to my taste. Your case was extraordinary, cause it was not only the first time it happened in a boy, but two in a generation, so there was no doubts whatsoever that you and Vilandra were meant for each other. Your hair was baby soft, much softer than hers which tended to dry with the sun, and abundant, curling at the ends, of a burnt gold colour which streaked bright gold with the sun. It was the envy of Antar, even Vilandra’s. Only the royal family knew of the two possible explanations. The elders had come up with the fact that since your mother had been in constant contact with the human boy whose DNA you have, when she was pregnant till she was almost giving birth, he must have had something to do with it, though it wasn’t clear how. Antares chromosomes are one for females and another, absolutely the opposite, for males, but human females are XX while male humans are XY, meaning they are part female. So his influence may have made that female trait possible in you. It didn’t make much sense, but they couldn’t come up with anything else. The Andes people came up with a better one. Their leader asked for a private meeting with the royal family and exposed his more sensible explanation: The reason your mother and twin brother died, was because your mother had this craving during her pregnancy for a tea made of an herb the Andes people grew and she had taken a liking to since childhood. It seemed to be the only thing that quenched her thirst while she was expecting, but the Andes Shaman was reluctant to give it to her. His real reason was that when taken during pregnancy, at least among his people, the Y chromosome was neutralized and the child resulted female. He wasn’t sure that would be the case with our race, but he wasn’t risking it, knowing how much a male heir was desired. Still he could recommend, but not order, so she kept taking it, much to his despair. When the twin boys were born, the first thing that was obvious was the hair. Antares are born with their definite colour of hair, it doesn’t change, or begin as a fuzz. The twin that died had the Antares hair, and he was conceived fighting the poison of the herb his mother drank. Obviously the Antares were stronger than the Andes, and he managed to survive as a male throughout the pregnancy. His mother’s nature was absorbing what it could of the poison out of them and into her body to protect the children. In normal circumstances, it would have been harmless to her, as it had during all the time she had taken it, but now her nature was fighting it and the effect on her changed for the worse.That’s why she died along with the older boy. The younger twin’s essence had more time to defend itself creating a deceiving half female chromosome, like in humans, so the poison was not so strong in him having already concentrated in the other twin. As the mother’s nature kept sucking the poison out of the boys into herself to protect the children, the poison kept attacking its chosen victim to level up what the mother kept taking away and practically ignored the other one because it was deceivingly female. In the end, his male chromosome prevailed and was able to fight what poison he received which was much less that his mother and brother. That explained the hair, where his female side concentrated, and was part of his beauty. Later on, it was suspected that it also had something to do with his bisexual tendencies, though his masculinity and courage were never in question. - As she ended her delivery, she also had him clean and ready to dress.
- Where are we going? - He wanted to decide what to wear.
- To my place. There’s no one there and we can talk and act freely. -
- Guess I’ll ride with Laurie in the afternoon, so we’ll walk or… you don’t mind riding double with me? -
- Ok, I’m not a rider, but I’m sure I’ll be safe with you. I watch you ride, you know? Like I feasted my eyes with Rath-Michael during that month that we were together. - The sadness again returned to her face for a few seconds.
- Should I take a bathing suit? - It was hot and he would need to cool out in the pool a few times during the hot midday.
- By all means. - She followed him to the closet and standing on tiptoe, she watched over his shoulder as he rummaged among his stuff.
She reached around him and took the white bathing suit he had just set aside.
- I like this one. You don’t need to take a towel, I’ll give you one there. Let’s go. -
- Mmm…I better take the black one…- He mumbled, trying to make the switch.
- What’s wrong with this one? - She wondered.
- It’s see through when it’s wet. - He smirked, thinking it was obvious.
- So what? Derek won’t be arriving till the evening. It’ll be just the two of us, and I don’t mind it. - She arched her eyebrows, daring him to prevail.
- Ok, let’s go. - Michael surrendered and tossed the black bathing suit back into the open drawer.
He had no restrains in using his powers in front of her and with a wave of his hand, he had his riding pants, boots and sleeveless t-shirt on, with the bathing suit close to his skin, as he headed for the back door. Serena smiled to see how cocky and sure of himself he was among his own, but he had seemed just as uninhibited with his human friends. It was the typical “I don’t give a damn” Rath-Michael characteristic, naturally Michael’s too. She waved her hand and change the skirt of her dress into pants.
They went to the stables and Michael got the huge black ready, sure that it would walk calmly after a the good workout he had yesterday. He got on and reaching down, he lifted Serena effortlessly with one arm. He eased her behind him and they rode to her house. She wrapped her arms tight around his chest and he could tell she was a little frightened.
- It’s ok, I know him, don’t be afraid. - He whispered over his shoulder.
- I know. - But she buried her face into his back just the same, and Michael let her deal with it in silence.
When he helped her down and slid off the horse, she watched him with this look of total adoration as he made the horse comfortable and walked to the pool with her. They had just climbed the last step when she waved her hand behind him and had him standing in his white indecent bathing suit, as she saw his body give a little start of surprise. He turned and smirked at her and she laughed at the way he was looking at her.
- I can do it too, you know? - She teased. - Ok, down to business. -
She also rearranged her outfit to become a decent one piece old fashioned bathing suit and pushed the unsuspecting Michael into the pool diving right behind him. He came up laughing and she gestured with her head for him to follow her and swam to the edge. Michael heaved himself up and then turned and reached for her pulling her out. She was giving him this funny look and struggling to keep a straight face.
- What? - Michael asked over his shoulder as he stretched out on a towel that had been waiting for him on the very spot along the pool where he had been lying the other days he had been there.
- You were right, they are transparent when wet. - Her eyes on his ass.
- Shit! Maybe I can…- He reached back but Serena grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.
- I’m just teasing you, it’s alright…- She kissed his hand and let go. - Ok, how are you doing with your powers? -
Laurie lay back on real pillows and went on watching the film. A few minutes later, she heard a soft knock on her door and Stuart’s voice.
- Hi Laurie, you awake? -
- Sure, come in. -
He opened the door and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the TV screen.
- Is Michael ok? I knocked on his door and called him but he didn’t answer. I thought maybe he was here with you. -
- Yes he was, but just before you came he went to sleep. Isabel is going to dreamwalk him and he has some stuff he found out today from Serena he wants to get through to them. -
- Maybe we should join him? Then we can all be briefed at the same time?-
Stuart suggested.
- Yeah, I’m sure he’s ok with that. - She got up and they went over to his bedroom.
Laurie opened the unlocked door and Stuart remembered he had been about to do just that when Michael didn’t answer, but decided to check on Laurie first. They walked into the room and made themselves comfortable on the couch in far left side, facing the bed. Michael lay all spread out in his typical face down sprawl, smack in the middle, enjoying having the whole bed to himself, which didn’t mean he wasn’t missing Maria. He was fast asleep, so Stuart and Laurie talked about their day, waiting for the action to begin.
- So how was it today? - Laurie asked.
- Oh, ok, rather quiet, still long but worth it. -
- School was the usual drag, but at least I had good news on the possibility of taking a few extra tests to give me the credits I need for a faster graduation. I’ll have to study my head off, though…- Laurie shook her head.
- Have you eaten at all? -
- Yeah, I had this delayed craving for a Hawaiian Pizza and made it come true during my lunch break at almost 3pm. I felt like a pig! I wolfed down the whole thing in about 10 minutes flat, and then I noticed everyone there was looking at me and trying hard not to laugh! It was so embarrassing! I’ve been supervising the gynecology ward too long, tomorrow I’ll demand a change, the cravings seem to be catchy. - He chuckled.
He noticed Laurie was very quiet and staring at the bed. He followed her gaze and saw Michael had this half wince half frown on his face and he started getting up to check him but Laurie grabbed his arm and stopped him. Then Michael’s hands which were palms up as his arms lay parallel to his body, went into tight fists, then they opened and clenched even tighter again. His hips started writhing as he pushed them up from the bed and fell back rubbing against it.
- Owww, Max! Ahhh, unghhh…- Then his upper body was squirming as the action moved upwards to his back area too.
- Maria! Yesss… Mmm…Izzz, don’t stop…- The last part had Stuart’s eyes wide open as Michael’s legs turned a little sideways, flexing slightly, one more than the other, and he bucked his butt back. His breath hissed through his teeth as it left his parted lips. Then he lay flat on his stomach again with his thighs apart.
- Liz! Go easy…it hurts…oh yeahhh…- Michael was slithering like an eel, what the hell were they doing to him?
- Miss you too, guys. - Michael took a few deep breaths and grinned. - Ok, here it goes. -
He let out a low growl that rumbled and vibrated through the room and then he seemed to relax. When his fists loosened some and he was smirking, Laurie nudged Stuart and they each took one of his hands in theirs as they slumped to the floor beside the bed. Michael’s breathing was now even but there was this blue sheen that both Laurie and Stuart recognized as the colour of Gandarium, as it hovered just an inch over Michael’s whole body for about a minute or two at the most. It started fading and Michael sighed and now there was no doubt whatsoever that he was fast asleep. Laurie had enjoyed it again, amazed by the fact that Serena was an alien and she had never had even the slightest suspicion that she was different. She kissed her brother’s hand and laid it back on the bed. Stuart was still digesting it all, sitting there open mouthed, his hand still in Michael’s, when he gave a little start and his mouth curved into a smile.
- What was that? - Laurie also smiled.
- A last minute message from Isabel, she’s dreamwalking me later on. -
- Then you’ll find out what they were doing to Michael, cause I really want to know too! - She chuckled.
Laurie had always been a quiet girl, sex was something adults did, and it didn’t concern her. The way it was a hushed matter among kids her age gave her the impression that it was probably something not nice to do, but necessary to have children, according to the sexual education classes she had in school and the way they were shy and reluctant to ask the questions they had about it, though the teacher tried to make it seem as the most natural thing. And now she was surrounded, enveloped in these alien-human sex situation and taking it like fish to water! Was it wrong? It did feel like the most natural thing. She had seen his brother naked so many times, and she just thought he was a gorgeous looking boy, nothing wrong with it, and when Max had entered his body, well, he had to heal him, he needed it, that was it, so what? She couldn’t believe how much she had changed since she discovered she had a kid brother, and that her grandfather had really been in touch with aliens and Michael and his two friends were just that. And now Serena. She felt she was living in a science fiction story! After her boring life at the institution where she had just vegetated, now she was really living and loving it.
Back at Michael’s apartment, where the gang had decided to spend the night “studying for an exam with Isabel’s help”, they were all relaxing and also having a pizza, but not like Stuart had. Liz and Max were getting along fine and Maria was very glad for them. Kyle was keeping Isabel busy with his silly jokes and they were actually enjoying each others’ company. Maria tagged along with them, missing her Spaceboy very much, finding it hard to wait until they were together again. They were being model children until next Friday, when they would again take off to Tucson. Maria couldn’t care less that she had been grounded for the rest of the month, cause she had no other reason, apart from her job, and now the “exam”, to be away from home. There was nothing her mother could do to keep her away from Michael, and she was beginning to understand it. Amy hated to admit it, but she really liked the boy.
Liz’s situation was the same as Maria’s, but she was with Max at school and at the Crashdown, where Max and Kyle were replacing Michael and making themselves extra useful, so that Jeff Parker was very grateful to them. Jesse kept delaying his return as if he thought his absence would strengthen his marriage, but he knew it was a losing battle. Isabel didn’t miss him at all, her life was too involved in her alien side now, and the friends who made her feel at home with it. Everytime Jesse spoke to his wife on the phone, he went out of his way not to make her feel uncomfortable about her alien side, and didn’t even mention it. The truth was that he was trying to accept it, but he hated to admit it wasn’t working.
Michael’s words: “She was mine first” kept ringing in his ears, and everytime he saw the boy, he couldn’t help observing what reasons she could have to be with him, and found too many.
Isabel enjoyed dreamwalking Stuart, getting to know him much better everytime, and seeing the kind of person he was, trustworthy and honest, she found it funny and ironic that he was totally heterosexual but had this infatuation with Michael. But then so did Kyle and Max, and the funniest part of it all, was that Michael had no idea of the extent of the effect he had on them. He just thought he was their toy when they couldn’t get what they really wanted. But he didn’t mind it, feeling so lucky to have Maria, and bad for them that they didn’t have her. They wouldn’t dare! It was better that they fooled with him, so they wouldn’t get any ideas about Maria. Michael could be the most cunning warrior, but he was also so innocent and naïve in some aspects, that it was endearing.
Max and Kyle were being extra careful in school now that Michael wasn’t there for them, and tried to be together most of the time, specially at gym, showering with the crowd to be sure they wouldn’t be surprised alone again. The coach had his eyes on them on a constant basis too, remembering what had happened, and wasn’t up to a second helping. No way! Jim Valenti seemed to pop up everywhere the gang went to, like some cross between guardian angel and Jack in the Box. At first it was kind of creepy, but now they were getting used to it.
And of course, there was Michael. He was the cog that kept them moving in sync, and the link that kept them together. Though sex was the common denominator, they were dealing with it quite well. The guys felt safe that the action would not be turned on them, cause it was absolutely clear that it wasn’t Michael’s thing, and the girls felt safe that nothing any of them did with him was kept away from anyone, so Maria, try as she might, could find no room for jealousy, which was truly unbelievable, specially for her. She knew where she stood, in her relationship with Michael, and finally had no doubts about him. She loved him like she couldn’t love anyone else, and she knew he would die for her without a fraction of a second’s hesitation.
Chapter 168
Michael loved the way those hands were touching him. As if they knew exactly what he needed, kneading and prodding at the right spots. They went all the way down from his shoulders to his calves, then back up, painstakingly slowly, not missing a single spot. They paid special attention to his scars, as if wanting to make them disappear completely. Now they were at the faint ones on his butt and thigh from the canes that day at the secret pool. As they touched it, he had this flash of the two wounds he took that day before he was taken by the Grunters in Antar. They had been in about the same places. The cane in his butt had splintered and it had been as bad as the three pronged barb from the battle. The cane in his thigh had been just a couple of inches lower down, in the thigh itself. Talk about coincidences, only this wasn’t the case. It was just happening all over again, that’s what it was. Man, she was good! He had no doubts it was a female, because he could feel the soft material of her dress bunched up on his thighs as she straddled them a little above his knees. She was back at his shoulders again but instead of repeating her routine for a fourth time, her hands travelled down his arms all the way to his hands, which lay palm up beside his hips. Her fingers reached his and she turned her hands so that the backs of them pressed on his palms as her fingers interlocked with his and gave them a squeeze.
- C’mon, wake up! - She whispered softly, coaxing him to comply.
She was too convincing and he slowly started opening his eyes. He knew it couldn’t possibly be Maria or Isabel, Liz was out of the question because their empathy would have kicked in, still there was a hint of it. Not Anita, please! That would be too creepy.
- Laurie? - He whispered back, because it had to be her or…Sylvia?
A peal of laughter made him look over his shoulder, his eyes growing wide.
- You’re such a sleepyhead here too. -
- Serena? What are you doing here? - He meant no disrespect, just curiosity, and her smile showed him she got his message loud and clear.
- Derek left for Phoenix at the break of dawn. I called Laurie early to tell you to come over, but she said the best way would be for me to come and wake you up. She told me where you were and to use the door from the terrace. Anyway, the dogs showed me the way. - She gestured with her head.
There was one dog on either side of Michael, dozing contentedly. Michael chuckled and sighed.
- What was that massage you were doing? - He asked.
- Oh, just a massage with a touch of shiatsu. Your ass is sore, I would say you had some very strong drugs shot into you and you are having trouble absorbing them. - She simply nailed it.
- Yeah, Stuart has come to the conclusion that it’s my alien side fighting them, and neutralizing them takes them some time. This one is a real b…- Michael winced, stopping just in time.
- Bitch. - Serena completed the word for him smiling at his smirk. - What was it? -
- Calcium. One on each side. -
- Shit! That is almost never given that way because of the damage it does to the tissues! No wonder you’re double sore! It has to be only in very extreme cases and under constant medical supervision! Is Stuart nuts? -
- It was an extreme case, he had to somehow justify Max’s boost to my healing so he could get me here. He knew it was risky but the results were very effective, and the X ray they took the next day convinced them I could make the trip. So the pain was worth it. It still is. It’s a little better every day. And massages, of course, help. - His typical smirk again and Serena could see Rath-Michael as if she were in Antar.
- It must hurt when you ride. - She grimaced.
- Sure, but it’s sort of a massage. - He scoffed and saw sadness in her eyes which she quickly shook away.
- Alright, now that the cat is out of the bag, there’s a lot of stuff I need to talk with you about. C’mon, get up, off to the shower with you! - She was about to whack his ass but changed to his thigh.
- I’m naked…- Michael knew it was obvious.
- You don’t say! - She giggled. - Michael, I’ve been doing a voluntary job
at a home for the old, which began with Derek’s parents, whom I loved very much. I give showers to the ones that are able to, males and females alike, so I won’t see anything new, I think, except for the fact that after them, you’ll be a treat! Must I drag you out of bed? Cause I will. - She threatened.
- Ok, ok. - He chuckled. - I’m coming! -
He winced at his choice of words, and pushed up, stepping out of the bed. He headed for the bathroom with Serena right behind him. She grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it a tug.
- Wow, you also have that gorgeous baby soft hair! - She said as they reached the bathroom.
- What do you mean? - He had stepped into the shower stall while she took care of everything, as if she did it everyday. He couldn’t help thinking of Maria and Isabel and even Liz, as she graduated the water perfectly to his taste, and maneuvered him like a doll, soaking him, soaping him and rinsing him to receive him in a towel and rubbing him dry as she prattled non stop the long version answer to his question. It was pure Maria she was reminding him of as she spoke.
-Well, Antares have dark brown kind of coarse hair, much like Max’s. But once in a while, actually very rarely, mostly someone of Royal Blood, or very rarely still, those almost there, manage to get a lighter shade going as far as blonde. But it only happens to women. Such was Vilandra, with her flaxen hair which was exotic, but much to the extreme to my taste. Your case was extraordinary, cause it was not only the first time it happened in a boy, but two in a generation, so there was no doubts whatsoever that you and Vilandra were meant for each other. Your hair was baby soft, much softer than hers which tended to dry with the sun, and abundant, curling at the ends, of a burnt gold colour which streaked bright gold with the sun. It was the envy of Antar, even Vilandra’s. Only the royal family knew of the two possible explanations. The elders had come up with the fact that since your mother had been in constant contact with the human boy whose DNA you have, when she was pregnant till she was almost giving birth, he must have had something to do with it, though it wasn’t clear how. Antares chromosomes are one for females and another, absolutely the opposite, for males, but human females are XX while male humans are XY, meaning they are part female. So his influence may have made that female trait possible in you. It didn’t make much sense, but they couldn’t come up with anything else. The Andes people came up with a better one. Their leader asked for a private meeting with the royal family and exposed his more sensible explanation: The reason your mother and twin brother died, was because your mother had this craving during her pregnancy for a tea made of an herb the Andes people grew and she had taken a liking to since childhood. It seemed to be the only thing that quenched her thirst while she was expecting, but the Andes Shaman was reluctant to give it to her. His real reason was that when taken during pregnancy, at least among his people, the Y chromosome was neutralized and the child resulted female. He wasn’t sure that would be the case with our race, but he wasn’t risking it, knowing how much a male heir was desired. Still he could recommend, but not order, so she kept taking it, much to his despair. When the twin boys were born, the first thing that was obvious was the hair. Antares are born with their definite colour of hair, it doesn’t change, or begin as a fuzz. The twin that died had the Antares hair, and he was conceived fighting the poison of the herb his mother drank. Obviously the Antares were stronger than the Andes, and he managed to survive as a male throughout the pregnancy. His mother’s nature was absorbing what it could of the poison out of them and into her body to protect the children. In normal circumstances, it would have been harmless to her, as it had during all the time she had taken it, but now her nature was fighting it and the effect on her changed for the worse.That’s why she died along with the older boy. The younger twin’s essence had more time to defend itself creating a deceiving half female chromosome, like in humans, so the poison was not so strong in him having already concentrated in the other twin. As the mother’s nature kept sucking the poison out of the boys into herself to protect the children, the poison kept attacking its chosen victim to level up what the mother kept taking away and practically ignored the other one because it was deceivingly female. In the end, his male chromosome prevailed and was able to fight what poison he received which was much less that his mother and brother. That explained the hair, where his female side concentrated, and was part of his beauty. Later on, it was suspected that it also had something to do with his bisexual tendencies, though his masculinity and courage were never in question. - As she ended her delivery, she also had him clean and ready to dress.
- Where are we going? - He wanted to decide what to wear.
- To my place. There’s no one there and we can talk and act freely. -
- Guess I’ll ride with Laurie in the afternoon, so we’ll walk or… you don’t mind riding double with me? -
- Ok, I’m not a rider, but I’m sure I’ll be safe with you. I watch you ride, you know? Like I feasted my eyes with Rath-Michael during that month that we were together. - The sadness again returned to her face for a few seconds.
- Should I take a bathing suit? - It was hot and he would need to cool out in the pool a few times during the hot midday.
- By all means. - She followed him to the closet and standing on tiptoe, she watched over his shoulder as he rummaged among his stuff.
She reached around him and took the white bathing suit he had just set aside.
- I like this one. You don’t need to take a towel, I’ll give you one there. Let’s go. -
- Mmm…I better take the black one…- He mumbled, trying to make the switch.
- What’s wrong with this one? - She wondered.
- It’s see through when it’s wet. - He smirked, thinking it was obvious.
- So what? Derek won’t be arriving till the evening. It’ll be just the two of us, and I don’t mind it. - She arched her eyebrows, daring him to prevail.
- Ok, let’s go. - Michael surrendered and tossed the black bathing suit back into the open drawer.
He had no restrains in using his powers in front of her and with a wave of his hand, he had his riding pants, boots and sleeveless t-shirt on, with the bathing suit close to his skin, as he headed for the back door. Serena smiled to see how cocky and sure of himself he was among his own, but he had seemed just as uninhibited with his human friends. It was the typical “I don’t give a damn” Rath-Michael characteristic, naturally Michael’s too. She waved her hand and change the skirt of her dress into pants.
They went to the stables and Michael got the huge black ready, sure that it would walk calmly after a the good workout he had yesterday. He got on and reaching down, he lifted Serena effortlessly with one arm. He eased her behind him and they rode to her house. She wrapped her arms tight around his chest and he could tell she was a little frightened.
- It’s ok, I know him, don’t be afraid. - He whispered over his shoulder.
- I know. - But she buried her face into his back just the same, and Michael let her deal with it in silence.
When he helped her down and slid off the horse, she watched him with this look of total adoration as he made the horse comfortable and walked to the pool with her. They had just climbed the last step when she waved her hand behind him and had him standing in his white indecent bathing suit, as she saw his body give a little start of surprise. He turned and smirked at her and she laughed at the way he was looking at her.
- I can do it too, you know? - She teased. - Ok, down to business. -
She also rearranged her outfit to become a decent one piece old fashioned bathing suit and pushed the unsuspecting Michael into the pool diving right behind him. He came up laughing and she gestured with her head for him to follow her and swam to the edge. Michael heaved himself up and then turned and reached for her pulling her out. She was giving him this funny look and struggling to keep a straight face.
- What? - Michael asked over his shoulder as he stretched out on a towel that had been waiting for him on the very spot along the pool where he had been lying the other days he had been there.
- You were right, they are transparent when wet. - Her eyes on his ass.
- Shit! Maybe I can…- He reached back but Serena grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.
- I’m just teasing you, it’s alright…- She kissed his hand and let go. - Ok, how are you doing with your powers? -
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 169
- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to control them like Max and Iz can. When I’m relaxed, I manage ok, but when I’m upset in any way, they just go nuts. The good thing is that when that happens, the blasts are nuclear strong, but they get real hard to aim. Not that I’m putting any of us in danger cause they can’t make a u-turn, but I might miss the target which is not good, but I can still scare the shit out of our enemies. - He assured her.
- I’m sure you can. Let me check your energy flow. I need you to lie as comfortable and relaxed as possible, ok? -
- Ok. -
- Well? - She had waited a full minute and he hadn’t moved.
- What? -
- You comfy and relaxed? Cause you musn’t move at all while I do it. -
- Totally. Wait…- He pushed up his hips on his knees, wiggled his ass a bit, and lay back down. - Ok. -
Serena shook her head rolling her eyes and smiling at the boy. He was a masterpiece, that one. She would have loved to watch him grow and guide him along the way. Such a shame that a life threatening situation, totally beyond her control, would force her to make a choice that would rob her of that pleasure!
Serena knelt between Michael’s thighs at the same place she had been straddling them earlier: just a little above his knees. She reached back closing her eyes and placed her hands on his calves, above his ankles. Her touch was feather soft, she wasn’t massaging, just skimming over the velvety skin. She slowly slid them up over his legs and as they reached the beginning of his thighs, she turned them so that her fingers were now pointing upwards and continued feeling his energy coursing under her hands. She opened her eyes as her right hand stopped briefly over his mid-thigh, sending a jolt on the bullet scar, then the left one did the same thing on the scar from the cane, causing slight winces each time. She started rising over his buttocks, her thumbs grazed his balls on the way up as she pushed them between the round muscular firm globes, into the warmth contained there. Her fingers reached the bullet scar on the right and the cane scar on the left simultaneously, giving him a double jolt and a grunt with the wince. She remembered they were just beside the calcium injections sites and gave him another double jolt right on those. This time he growled, low in his throat, animal like. She now turned her attention to her thumbs, nestled in the warmest place in his body, his centre, his core. In this particular boy and only in him, the proportional energies that were in play when he was conceived, made this precise place the seat of his passion, and that is what made him so special, one of a kind. The best possible lover and the bravest invincible warrior. Some would find it ironic, but men still craved his body and feared him in battle. What a combination! No wonder he was unique. Michael felt Serena’s thumbs on his ass, right there. The right one stopped as it reached the opening, the other brushed over it, as he involuntarily contracted, although she wasn’t prodding him or anything of the sort. Her left thumb stopped at its highest point, pressing on the scar left by the cut Max made for their bonding ritual. The jolt she sent there made him gasp and shudder with pleasure.
- This bonded you to your king. - Her voice had that underwater sound he had heard before.
She pressed below it with her other thumb, and the jolt was just as erotic as the previous one, with the same effects. Serena heard Michael’s breath hiss through his gritted teeth.
- This one was made by Vilandra and Isabel, the first time they entered your body. Vilandra made her fingernail jagged, for that very purpose, to mark you as hers. She knew what she was doing. Isabel did it by instinct, though she didn’t know why she was doing it, but it served her purpose just the same. Can you feel it? - She rubbed it lightly and Michael felt clearly the small scar towards the front and to the right. He nodded. - Isabel did it when she was almost 13 in earth years, and though you were at least two years younger here, they thought you were their same age. Vilandra did it when you were younger, at the same age the girl Cheryl did it to you here on Earth, but of course she didn’t mark you. -
Her thumb travelled up to join the other one, then together, they ascended giving him a last double prod in the dip over his tailbone, making him jerk and purr, not wanting her to leave that area. When she did, he moaned in protest, but lay still, letting her do her thing. Her hands spread out over his broadening back, her thumbs now tracing his spine. She gave him jolts over the rest of the scars: the bullet at his kidney, at his lower ribs and at his lung on his right side, the broken ribs on his left side, the bullet wound from Grant Sorenson. When she reached his shoulders, her left hand continued over it and pushed under to the front to jolt at the scar of the exit wound where the possessed human’s bullet had gone clean through him.
And lastly, the burn scar from the Antar seal. Her right hand tangled on the curling tips of his hair grazing his shoulders and let the soft locks glide through her fingers. Then, just like she had done to wake him up, her hands went sliding down his arms to capture his hands.
- It’s alright, open your eyes. - She whispered softly.
- What was that? - His eyes were streaked with the Gandarium blue for a fraction of a second and then became the liquid honey pools again.
- You can’t imagine the amount of damage all those wounds had done to your energy flow. All the pain you suffered as a child prevented you from developing your powers as Max and Isabel did in their protected lives. I’ve channeled it in the correct direction, but we have to go slowly, ok? You’ll be fine, you’ll see. We mustn’t rush them though, so we’ll start practicing tomorrow to give it time to readjust and make sure it’s back in sync. How are you feeling? -
- Weird but kind of nice, I’m tingling all over. - He gave a general wriggle to illustrate his condition, making her laugh.
- Ok, since you just need to relax, is there anything you want to ask me? -
- Oh yeah, the names. - He said.
- What names and what about them? - He caught her off guard.
- My aunt is Wyteeah, and my sister is O’Sheeah, then her mother is O’Shandra and there is Vilandra. The endings mean something, right? -
- Right. - She echoed. - Your mother was Ish’Mandra. The ending “Andra” means the sun, and the ending “eeah” means the moon. It’s common among the high class of Antares. -
- I thought you said my sister’s mother was not in my father’s league…-
- I know, your father gave her that pet name, but she was otherwise known as O’shayen. That was her real name. -
- What does it mean? - He wondered.
- Nothing, it’s just a name, like Lucy, or Helen, or Anna. As far as I know, they mean nothing either. - She shrugged.
- What about the men’s names? Did they mean anything? -
- The royals’ did, of course. Rath meant storm. Very appropriate for you. -
- Go on. - Michael’s curiosity was piqued.
- Zan, coincidentally, meant the calm after the storm. His father’s, King Zeolan, his name means clouds in the sky. Your father’s, Ramthis meant falling rain. Did you know your original namesake was the most powerful archangel, the only one who could fight and defeat evil in the shape of the devil? The warrior? And your name means: “who is like god”? -
- I don’t believe in god, I think he was the invention of the first wiseass born in this world who realized it was the most effective way to have by the balls all the bunch of idiots he would have to live with. If there was a god, where was he when I was a kid and needed his help? - He scoffed.
- I should have been there for you, and Kal Langley. We are the ones who let you down. - Her eyes were full of tears, but Michael ignored her and continued his rant.
- Giving him the benefit of the doubt, if this god existed, I think his best description would be the Roman god Janus, the one with the two faces. The devil and god are the same entity, one face is god, when he’s in a good mood, very rarely, I must say, and the other one is the devil when he is pissed, which seems to be most of the time. I’ll go with the devil any time, at least I know what to expect, while with god, he’s supposed to be the good one, but I don’t see him move a finger to make the world a nice place to live in. He can’t even deal with his devil side, he needs the warrior archangel to do that. -
- That’s you, Michael, the warrior, always ready to fight for your loved ones.
- Fat good it did me. - His eyes were also shining with tears.
- I can’t say you’re right or wrong, Michael, because I have no way to prove it. But I believe in you, and in Derek, who was the best thing that could happen to me here on Earth. - She moved nearer to him.
- I’m glad you were all in good hands. I don’t care what happened to me, maybe I deserved it. If I hadn’t been so stubborn to do what I wanted instead of my duty, probably none of this would have happened. Perhaps I could have done my “Fuck you” thing in Antar too and become a rebel warrior king. Then when the elders saw it worked, they would have had to accept it and allow me to go on with it, at least while I lasted. -
- Come here. - She opened her arms to him and he pushed up on his knees and fell into them.
He sobbed into her neck, like he had never done as a child, no matter how bad he was hurt. He had always just gritted his teeth, grabbed hard whatever he could get a grip on, and shut his eyes tight, keeping it all inside. It had finally caught up with him that night he ended at Maria’s, and she was able to understand him, and let him cry on her bed, no questions asked. That was the day he realized how much he loved Maria, and Serena loved her for it. She rubbed his back until his breathing stabilized, moved by the emotional vibes she was getting from him. Then he sighed and squeezed her gently in his arms before he relaxed. She squeezed him back.
- I love you Michael. I love you more than you can possibly imagine. My sister adored you too, but had to be careful not to show it too openly, so she wouldn’t raise more negative feelings from her conflictive son. She knew what he had done to you, and was so repulsed by him, that it took her very much to forgive him, and forced herself to keep on loving him and act as if she respected his decision, which of course, she simply couldn’t. But Zan was her son, and nothing could change that. She just had to go on loving him. Believe me, Michael, it was as tough there as it is here. - She held him at arm’s length as he wiped the tears from his eyes with his fists.
He was as tough as they came, even after breaking down.
- Yeah, sorry about that, I just needed to get it off my chest. I should have asked you first if you were a religious person, not to offend you with my personal opinions in the matter. - He smirked.
- What do you mean, Michael? I’m Antares, we don’t have that there. I just go along with the culture here, to blend in. You can tell me anything you want, I won’t judge you for it, I have no right. You are Royal Blood! I should have asked for your permission before daring to lay a finger on you! -
- No, Serena, you can do anything you want to me. I would be dead if it weren’t for you. I owe you my life. And I love you very much too. -
Then to her surprise, he slumped over her, sprawling beside her on the ground, his face half buried on the towel, as he winced with his arms around his stomach.
- Michael what’s wrong? - Serena screamed in alarm.
- I’m fine…just…wait a sec…- He shuddered and moaned.
Michael took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
- Ok, just Liz’s empathy kicking in. She must have felt I was upset. -
- Does it hurt you so much? It shouldn’t…- Serena was baffled.
- It doesn’t. She must be having her period, I don’t have ovaries, so whatever discomfort it causes her there, kicked in smack in my balls, that’s what hurts. It’’s passed now. - He sighed. - I have another question. Kal Langley said what killed my mother and brother was a spice, not an herbal tea. He said it grows in Antar and the Andes people had warned my mother about it. -
- Right, the fresh herb is made into tea, but when it’s dried, it is used as a spice. It grows in Antar cause the Andes people planted it there, from the seeds they had from their original lands. Of course they knew about the effects, they were totally familiar with them because they had brought it to Antar. - Serena clarified the information. - Are you hungry? -
- Don’t even ask. - Michael grinned and Serena signaled to him to stay right there with her hand and disappeared into the house.
She came out with a tray full of her great salads, and sherbets, so they had a feast by the pool. He was soon taking a nap while Serena did the dishes. When she came back out, Laurie was sitting by Michael, playing with his hair.
- Laurie! Wow! Is it that late? - Serena checked her watch and yes, it was a quarter past three.
- I knew he was here so I had Ruben drive me over from school. I’m going to kick his ass for wearing these near to nothing bathing trunks! -
- Don’t, I grabbed the first ones I found when he asked me from the bathroom and just chucked them in my bag. I gave them to him here, so it wasn’t his fault. - Serena lied for him. - Do you want something to eat? -
- No, it’s ok, we should be riding as soon as I wake him up. -
- It’s just salads and sherbet. - She tempted.
- Oh, ok then. - She took the dish from Serena and started eating. - So, how did it go, everything ok? -
- Yeah, I think so. I rechanneled his energy flow which had been thrown completely out of whack by his many injuries, so we’ll have to let them settle down and see how he’s doing tomorrow. He’s strong, he’ll have no problems. I think we’ll have a busy day tomorrow. - Serena nodded.
- I’ll make sure he goes to bed early and have a good night’s sleep. Thing is, Isabel will probably dreamwalk him again as he promised him she would everyday, but that doesn’t tire him out, does it? - She asked.
- No, not at all. It’s important that he keeps in touch with them. He will be more relaxed knowing they’re alright. It’s just about killing him not to be there with them if they need him, so it’s up to us to keep him distracted because worrying is not good for him. Have Stuart check him out when he arrives, ok? His restored energy flow may affect his human physical side but only slightly. Still, it’s better to play safe. - Serena could see the fear in Laurie’s eyes, proving how much she loved her brother.
- Don’t worry, it’ll just be a touch of fever, or a little sore somewhere, that’ll be all, I promise. The correct flow will balance everything out, you’ll see. -
- Ok, thanks. I better wake him up. - Laurie turned to Michael. - Hey, kid, c’mon, the horses are waiting, wake up! - Laurie shook his shoulder and whispered against his cheek.
- He’s very ticklish on the inside of his thighs. - Serena provided.
Laurie arched her eyebrows at her and grinned. She used her fingernails in the extremely sensitive area and had him squirming and moaning. He opened his eyes, meeting his sister’s amused ones.
- Hey! You already home? - He slurred, sleepily.
- It’s about 3:30 pm. We’ll ride double to get Sundown. - She grinned back.
- What are we waiting for? Let’s go. - Michael got up and went to give Serena a hug and a kiss. - Thank you. -
- My pleasure...You sleep tight, huh? I need you rested by tomorrow! -
- You bet! See you, Serena. - His smile made her day and she watched them go to get the horse, Michael’s arm around his sister’s shoulders and hers around his waist. She sat there on the stone steps and a few minutes later, they walked by astride the huge horse, Laurie’s arms wrapped around her brother’s stomach, her face buried in his back.
- Be careful, now! - Serena waved at them.
Laurie waved back and Michael kissed in her direction, as he did in Antar for Vilandra. To Serena, that familiar gesture was an honour.
- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to control them like Max and Iz can. When I’m relaxed, I manage ok, but when I’m upset in any way, they just go nuts. The good thing is that when that happens, the blasts are nuclear strong, but they get real hard to aim. Not that I’m putting any of us in danger cause they can’t make a u-turn, but I might miss the target which is not good, but I can still scare the shit out of our enemies. - He assured her.
- I’m sure you can. Let me check your energy flow. I need you to lie as comfortable and relaxed as possible, ok? -
- Ok. -
- Well? - She had waited a full minute and he hadn’t moved.
- What? -
- You comfy and relaxed? Cause you musn’t move at all while I do it. -
- Totally. Wait…- He pushed up his hips on his knees, wiggled his ass a bit, and lay back down. - Ok. -
Serena shook her head rolling her eyes and smiling at the boy. He was a masterpiece, that one. She would have loved to watch him grow and guide him along the way. Such a shame that a life threatening situation, totally beyond her control, would force her to make a choice that would rob her of that pleasure!
Serena knelt between Michael’s thighs at the same place she had been straddling them earlier: just a little above his knees. She reached back closing her eyes and placed her hands on his calves, above his ankles. Her touch was feather soft, she wasn’t massaging, just skimming over the velvety skin. She slowly slid them up over his legs and as they reached the beginning of his thighs, she turned them so that her fingers were now pointing upwards and continued feeling his energy coursing under her hands. She opened her eyes as her right hand stopped briefly over his mid-thigh, sending a jolt on the bullet scar, then the left one did the same thing on the scar from the cane, causing slight winces each time. She started rising over his buttocks, her thumbs grazed his balls on the way up as she pushed them between the round muscular firm globes, into the warmth contained there. Her fingers reached the bullet scar on the right and the cane scar on the left simultaneously, giving him a double jolt and a grunt with the wince. She remembered they were just beside the calcium injections sites and gave him another double jolt right on those. This time he growled, low in his throat, animal like. She now turned her attention to her thumbs, nestled in the warmest place in his body, his centre, his core. In this particular boy and only in him, the proportional energies that were in play when he was conceived, made this precise place the seat of his passion, and that is what made him so special, one of a kind. The best possible lover and the bravest invincible warrior. Some would find it ironic, but men still craved his body and feared him in battle. What a combination! No wonder he was unique. Michael felt Serena’s thumbs on his ass, right there. The right one stopped as it reached the opening, the other brushed over it, as he involuntarily contracted, although she wasn’t prodding him or anything of the sort. Her left thumb stopped at its highest point, pressing on the scar left by the cut Max made for their bonding ritual. The jolt she sent there made him gasp and shudder with pleasure.
- This bonded you to your king. - Her voice had that underwater sound he had heard before.
She pressed below it with her other thumb, and the jolt was just as erotic as the previous one, with the same effects. Serena heard Michael’s breath hiss through his gritted teeth.
- This one was made by Vilandra and Isabel, the first time they entered your body. Vilandra made her fingernail jagged, for that very purpose, to mark you as hers. She knew what she was doing. Isabel did it by instinct, though she didn’t know why she was doing it, but it served her purpose just the same. Can you feel it? - She rubbed it lightly and Michael felt clearly the small scar towards the front and to the right. He nodded. - Isabel did it when she was almost 13 in earth years, and though you were at least two years younger here, they thought you were their same age. Vilandra did it when you were younger, at the same age the girl Cheryl did it to you here on Earth, but of course she didn’t mark you. -
Her thumb travelled up to join the other one, then together, they ascended giving him a last double prod in the dip over his tailbone, making him jerk and purr, not wanting her to leave that area. When she did, he moaned in protest, but lay still, letting her do her thing. Her hands spread out over his broadening back, her thumbs now tracing his spine. She gave him jolts over the rest of the scars: the bullet at his kidney, at his lower ribs and at his lung on his right side, the broken ribs on his left side, the bullet wound from Grant Sorenson. When she reached his shoulders, her left hand continued over it and pushed under to the front to jolt at the scar of the exit wound where the possessed human’s bullet had gone clean through him.
And lastly, the burn scar from the Antar seal. Her right hand tangled on the curling tips of his hair grazing his shoulders and let the soft locks glide through her fingers. Then, just like she had done to wake him up, her hands went sliding down his arms to capture his hands.
- It’s alright, open your eyes. - She whispered softly.
- What was that? - His eyes were streaked with the Gandarium blue for a fraction of a second and then became the liquid honey pools again.
- You can’t imagine the amount of damage all those wounds had done to your energy flow. All the pain you suffered as a child prevented you from developing your powers as Max and Isabel did in their protected lives. I’ve channeled it in the correct direction, but we have to go slowly, ok? You’ll be fine, you’ll see. We mustn’t rush them though, so we’ll start practicing tomorrow to give it time to readjust and make sure it’s back in sync. How are you feeling? -
- Weird but kind of nice, I’m tingling all over. - He gave a general wriggle to illustrate his condition, making her laugh.
- Ok, since you just need to relax, is there anything you want to ask me? -
- Oh yeah, the names. - He said.
- What names and what about them? - He caught her off guard.
- My aunt is Wyteeah, and my sister is O’Sheeah, then her mother is O’Shandra and there is Vilandra. The endings mean something, right? -
- Right. - She echoed. - Your mother was Ish’Mandra. The ending “Andra” means the sun, and the ending “eeah” means the moon. It’s common among the high class of Antares. -
- I thought you said my sister’s mother was not in my father’s league…-
- I know, your father gave her that pet name, but she was otherwise known as O’shayen. That was her real name. -
- What does it mean? - He wondered.
- Nothing, it’s just a name, like Lucy, or Helen, or Anna. As far as I know, they mean nothing either. - She shrugged.
- What about the men’s names? Did they mean anything? -
- The royals’ did, of course. Rath meant storm. Very appropriate for you. -
- Go on. - Michael’s curiosity was piqued.
- Zan, coincidentally, meant the calm after the storm. His father’s, King Zeolan, his name means clouds in the sky. Your father’s, Ramthis meant falling rain. Did you know your original namesake was the most powerful archangel, the only one who could fight and defeat evil in the shape of the devil? The warrior? And your name means: “who is like god”? -
- I don’t believe in god, I think he was the invention of the first wiseass born in this world who realized it was the most effective way to have by the balls all the bunch of idiots he would have to live with. If there was a god, where was he when I was a kid and needed his help? - He scoffed.
- I should have been there for you, and Kal Langley. We are the ones who let you down. - Her eyes were full of tears, but Michael ignored her and continued his rant.
- Giving him the benefit of the doubt, if this god existed, I think his best description would be the Roman god Janus, the one with the two faces. The devil and god are the same entity, one face is god, when he’s in a good mood, very rarely, I must say, and the other one is the devil when he is pissed, which seems to be most of the time. I’ll go with the devil any time, at least I know what to expect, while with god, he’s supposed to be the good one, but I don’t see him move a finger to make the world a nice place to live in. He can’t even deal with his devil side, he needs the warrior archangel to do that. -
- That’s you, Michael, the warrior, always ready to fight for your loved ones.
- Fat good it did me. - His eyes were also shining with tears.
- I can’t say you’re right or wrong, Michael, because I have no way to prove it. But I believe in you, and in Derek, who was the best thing that could happen to me here on Earth. - She moved nearer to him.
- I’m glad you were all in good hands. I don’t care what happened to me, maybe I deserved it. If I hadn’t been so stubborn to do what I wanted instead of my duty, probably none of this would have happened. Perhaps I could have done my “Fuck you” thing in Antar too and become a rebel warrior king. Then when the elders saw it worked, they would have had to accept it and allow me to go on with it, at least while I lasted. -
- Come here. - She opened her arms to him and he pushed up on his knees and fell into them.
He sobbed into her neck, like he had never done as a child, no matter how bad he was hurt. He had always just gritted his teeth, grabbed hard whatever he could get a grip on, and shut his eyes tight, keeping it all inside. It had finally caught up with him that night he ended at Maria’s, and she was able to understand him, and let him cry on her bed, no questions asked. That was the day he realized how much he loved Maria, and Serena loved her for it. She rubbed his back until his breathing stabilized, moved by the emotional vibes she was getting from him. Then he sighed and squeezed her gently in his arms before he relaxed. She squeezed him back.
- I love you Michael. I love you more than you can possibly imagine. My sister adored you too, but had to be careful not to show it too openly, so she wouldn’t raise more negative feelings from her conflictive son. She knew what he had done to you, and was so repulsed by him, that it took her very much to forgive him, and forced herself to keep on loving him and act as if she respected his decision, which of course, she simply couldn’t. But Zan was her son, and nothing could change that. She just had to go on loving him. Believe me, Michael, it was as tough there as it is here. - She held him at arm’s length as he wiped the tears from his eyes with his fists.
He was as tough as they came, even after breaking down.
- Yeah, sorry about that, I just needed to get it off my chest. I should have asked you first if you were a religious person, not to offend you with my personal opinions in the matter. - He smirked.
- What do you mean, Michael? I’m Antares, we don’t have that there. I just go along with the culture here, to blend in. You can tell me anything you want, I won’t judge you for it, I have no right. You are Royal Blood! I should have asked for your permission before daring to lay a finger on you! -
- No, Serena, you can do anything you want to me. I would be dead if it weren’t for you. I owe you my life. And I love you very much too. -
Then to her surprise, he slumped over her, sprawling beside her on the ground, his face half buried on the towel, as he winced with his arms around his stomach.
- Michael what’s wrong? - Serena screamed in alarm.
- I’m fine…just…wait a sec…- He shuddered and moaned.
Michael took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
- Ok, just Liz’s empathy kicking in. She must have felt I was upset. -
- Does it hurt you so much? It shouldn’t…- Serena was baffled.
- It doesn’t. She must be having her period, I don’t have ovaries, so whatever discomfort it causes her there, kicked in smack in my balls, that’s what hurts. It’’s passed now. - He sighed. - I have another question. Kal Langley said what killed my mother and brother was a spice, not an herbal tea. He said it grows in Antar and the Andes people had warned my mother about it. -
- Right, the fresh herb is made into tea, but when it’s dried, it is used as a spice. It grows in Antar cause the Andes people planted it there, from the seeds they had from their original lands. Of course they knew about the effects, they were totally familiar with them because they had brought it to Antar. - Serena clarified the information. - Are you hungry? -
- Don’t even ask. - Michael grinned and Serena signaled to him to stay right there with her hand and disappeared into the house.
She came out with a tray full of her great salads, and sherbets, so they had a feast by the pool. He was soon taking a nap while Serena did the dishes. When she came back out, Laurie was sitting by Michael, playing with his hair.
- Laurie! Wow! Is it that late? - Serena checked her watch and yes, it was a quarter past three.
- I knew he was here so I had Ruben drive me over from school. I’m going to kick his ass for wearing these near to nothing bathing trunks! -
- Don’t, I grabbed the first ones I found when he asked me from the bathroom and just chucked them in my bag. I gave them to him here, so it wasn’t his fault. - Serena lied for him. - Do you want something to eat? -
- No, it’s ok, we should be riding as soon as I wake him up. -
- It’s just salads and sherbet. - She tempted.
- Oh, ok then. - She took the dish from Serena and started eating. - So, how did it go, everything ok? -
- Yeah, I think so. I rechanneled his energy flow which had been thrown completely out of whack by his many injuries, so we’ll have to let them settle down and see how he’s doing tomorrow. He’s strong, he’ll have no problems. I think we’ll have a busy day tomorrow. - Serena nodded.
- I’ll make sure he goes to bed early and have a good night’s sleep. Thing is, Isabel will probably dreamwalk him again as he promised him she would everyday, but that doesn’t tire him out, does it? - She asked.
- No, not at all. It’s important that he keeps in touch with them. He will be more relaxed knowing they’re alright. It’s just about killing him not to be there with them if they need him, so it’s up to us to keep him distracted because worrying is not good for him. Have Stuart check him out when he arrives, ok? His restored energy flow may affect his human physical side but only slightly. Still, it’s better to play safe. - Serena could see the fear in Laurie’s eyes, proving how much she loved her brother.
- Don’t worry, it’ll just be a touch of fever, or a little sore somewhere, that’ll be all, I promise. The correct flow will balance everything out, you’ll see. -
- Ok, thanks. I better wake him up. - Laurie turned to Michael. - Hey, kid, c’mon, the horses are waiting, wake up! - Laurie shook his shoulder and whispered against his cheek.
- He’s very ticklish on the inside of his thighs. - Serena provided.
Laurie arched her eyebrows at her and grinned. She used her fingernails in the extremely sensitive area and had him squirming and moaning. He opened his eyes, meeting his sister’s amused ones.
- Hey! You already home? - He slurred, sleepily.
- It’s about 3:30 pm. We’ll ride double to get Sundown. - She grinned back.
- What are we waiting for? Let’s go. - Michael got up and went to give Serena a hug and a kiss. - Thank you. -
- My pleasure...You sleep tight, huh? I need you rested by tomorrow! -
- You bet! See you, Serena. - His smile made her day and she watched them go to get the horse, Michael’s arm around his sister’s shoulders and hers around his waist. She sat there on the stone steps and a few minutes later, they walked by astride the huge horse, Laurie’s arms wrapped around her brother’s stomach, her face buried in his back.
- Be careful, now! - Serena waved at them.
Laurie waved back and Michael kissed in her direction, as he did in Antar for Vilandra. To Serena, that familiar gesture was an honour.
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