Chapter 216
Michael snuggled again, pushing his chest deeper into the bed with a contented sigh, and twisted his hips a little sideways, slightly flexing his legs, to ease his still sensitive private parts,. Isabel and Serena couldn’t take their eyes away from him.
- I’m glad you’re now so close together, because unwittingly, it has saved Michael’s life. - Serena’s words made Isabel shudder, and she knew it.
- What do you mean? - The girl asked in a shaky voice, shuddering yet again when she heard the seer sigh.
- Alright, let’s see…Michael has only two ways to blow off his steam, peacefully, feeling loved by all of you, and violently, when it gets out of hand…when it’s just too much, in his wild sex. Harsh as it may sound, his masochism has also contributed in saving his life. The pain makes him feel alive. I’m sorry for the choice of words, but they are the ones that come nearest : like a prostitute needs sex to survive financially, Michael needs sex to survive phychologically. Believe it or not, it makes sense to him. -
- And I thought he blew off his steam listening to Metallica and watching Braveheart for the body count. - Isabel tried to lighten the atmosphere.
- That’s his indirect way, the one I’ve just mentioned is the direct one, and the really effective one. - Serena scoffed.
- Guess that’s what he means when he says “welcome to my world”. - Isabel scoffed too.
- Isabel, believe me, I wouldn’t ask this if I wasn’t sure you’re the only one capable of doing this for him with me…- Serena reached over Michael from where she was sitting across from her and squeezed her hand.
- You…you know I’ll d…do anything for Michael, b..but what is it exactly you…you want me to do to him? - Isabel stuttered nervously.
- We won’t hurt him physically, don’t worry, we’ll just make ourselves “welcome to his world”. Just like Stuart constanly gives him a physical check up, we’ll give him a psychological one. And in his case, you would need to be alien, which we are. - Serena calmed her down.
- But we’re not psychologists, not even near…we might make it worse, without meaning to…- Isabel protested.
- Trust me Isabel, I’m sure I qualify, in both lives. - Serena chuckled at the girls insecurity, and patted her hand. - Ok, here we go. -
Serena stretched out on her back by Michael’s left side, like Isabel was on his right. She took Michael’s left hand which lay behind him, along his body, in hers, and gestured to Isabel to do the same on her side. The girl reached over her body for Michael’s right hand which lay by his face, his arm bent upwards, and straightened it like his other one was, easing his hand into her right one. Michael moaned, but a smile curved his lips, recognizing immediately the source of the touches. He gave their hands a gentle squeeze and relaxed, writhing comfortably. Serena raised her head and looked at Isabel’s tense face. The girl felt her eyes on her and turned to meet them. Serena nodded, smiling, and Isabel smiled back, reassured. “Serena knows what she’s doing”, she thought, allowing herself to be convinced, mainly because her keen instincts gave her no warning, and she felt at ease with her mother’s best friend.
- Just concentrate in what you feel for him, let him have all your love, and it will be alright. Ready? - Serena watched Isabel lay her head back and close her eyes and she did the same. Their energies kicked in and he responded right there and then, in a pulsing communion of their feelings.
The women’s energies worked in their typically feminine strategy, soothingly coaxing their way into him, teasing and feeling the way, slowly imposing their gentleness over his stronger male one, softly gaining him over with their featherlike touch. Michael purred with the pleasure of their caressing invasion, willingly submitting to such sweet conqueror.
Michael’s energy, on the contrary, shook them like leaves in the wind, rushing up their arms with the strength of a storm, taking them over in the unstoppable tide of his desire, craving to possess them with the raging force of the fire in his body and at the same time, with the tenderness of his noble soul, his heart and his life in their hands to do with them what they wanted.
They were startled by his passion, so fierce but yet, never rough, giving and loving, trustingly placing his sensitive body and fragile soul in the hands of those he loved, ready to take any amount of physical pain, but also begging them to spare his vulnerable soul.
They felt him wince and writhe with the burning emotions tearing at his mind, and then he totally surrendered to them. They were in every cell of his body, in every drop of his blood, in every tortured piece of tissue. There wasn’t a single millimetre left where he didn’t feel them. He was full with them and thoroughly enjoying their presence inside him. He knew what they were doing to him and accepted it. They wanted to know his every feeling, but in his love for them, he could not allow them to feel what he did, incapable of knowingly causing them even the smallest discomfort, so he just let them sense it, satisfying their endeavour completely. One by one they summoned his feelings for those around him, Maria, Isabel, Max, Laurie, Liz, Kyle, Stuart, Jim Valenti, even Jesse Ramirez but only because of the closeness of their reluctant relationship, and last but not least in that category, Serena and Uncle Derek. A sub-category arose, including Amy DeLuca, The Evans’, Kal Langley, Suzanne Duff, the Kelly cousins who were the nurses at school, Julie, Hank’s wife, though he hardly saw her a few times, she had been nice to him, and Susan the nurse, realizing he didn’t know her surname. Then unable to control him, they were helplessly treated to his feelings of those already gone, and though some had hurt him deeply, he held no grudge. They passed before their eyes in a fast parade, Alex, Tess, Hank and his girlfriend Sarah, Zan, Lonnie, Rath, Nasedo, Pierce, who had almost killed him, and ironically, Hal Carver who had saved them all, still in the pods, feeling him shudder with the pathos of each of the deceased and what they brought out of him.
And then, just as it had started, it died down, and he relaxed and his mind went blank, completely at piece. His energy was in perfect flow. Everything had fallen into its correct place and Michael was at peace with himself and everyone who had interacted with him in his life, anyway they had. He let himself go and fell into an even deeper sleep.
Serena and Isabel felt their energies ebbing like a tide, out of his body and back to theirs. They opened their eyes and felt just as peaceful as the boy between them. Isabel sat up first and bent to kiss Michael’s cheek, watching him smirk and making her kiss him again. Serena sat up slowly and smiled watching the love between the cousins, who had been the closest and most loving couple in their previous life. She could still see some glowing embers there, but it had taken a different twist this time, perhaps for their own good, although their love was just as strong, whichever road it may take.
Isabel checked her watch and wondered where time had gone. Lunchtime at West Roswell High was almost over! “Let’s see,” she thought,”When Sylvia came in to check about Michael’s breakfast, it must have been at least 10:00, his breakfast time. By the time she left and Serena came, I must have dozed for about an hour or so. That makes it past 11:00, perhaps even half past. And our visit to Michael’s world…it’s impossible to calculate the amount of time it took. Sometimes these alien trances are real fast, but sometimes they can take forever without our even knowing. Oh, well, I’m glad Michael seems to be at peace.”
- Forty five minutes to be exact. - Serena provided, and shared a good laugh with Isabel, feeling as refreshed as the girl did.
- So his energy is in perfect tune now, right? - Isabel smiled.
- Up to this moment, yes, the events of his everyday life will make all the little changes that makes it fluctuate to the wrong side, but it’s slow, so he’ll be fine for quite a while. - Serena nodded.
They were heading for their usual table, when a couple of steps away, Liz apparently tripped, and as Max and Kyle kept her upright, she felt unusually weak. They sat her down on the bench with Max beside her as Kyle took the bench across the table. Maria, who had collected their money on the way over, patted Liz’s outstretched hand.
- I’ll get lunch ok? Kyle? I can’t bring four trays! - Maria didn’t like the way Kyle was staring at Liz so she turned to look at her too.
Liz’s eyes were blank and her hands were searching in front of her as if she were blind.
- Hey, what is it? - Max asked alarmed, holding her nearest hand and noticing her mouth trying to articulate the words that weren’t forming.
- Liz? - They all exclaimed, as Maria sat hurriedly beside Kyle and took Liz’s other hand.
The electric jolt, instead of repelling them, obeyed the need of having their hands stuck together, as was happening to Max, according to the half surprised, half frightened expression on his face. Kyle sensed something alien was going on and hurriedly grabbed Max and Maria’s free hands, to be part of it. The second their connection was made, they no longer had to guess what Liz’s hands had been searching for. Michael’s energy, as he focused his love on them, had pulled them into his mind, regardless of the distance, and reluctant to release them. To everyone around them, they were just in one of those mind control, or whatever trances, they had got into lately, and they paid them no attention. It was similar with the others going through the sudden blackout, their excuses ranging in the improbabilities. Laurie, for example, always had her lunch alone, in a corner, due to her lack of friends. She sat there with her eyes closed, her temple leaning on the wall beside her. They just thought she had fallen asleep. Due to the time, most of them were having lunch, some alone, some not. In the majority of the cases, dozing had been held responsible, in others, stress from too much work or some other equally sensible reason took the guilt. Where the remains of the deceased were concerned, those in a cemetery experienced a sudden glow, undetectable to the human eye because of their confinement. But those whose bodies were otherwise
stored, wherever or however, the glow may have been explained by a sudden gleam cause by sunlight creeping through a window, or just a fluke of artificial lighting. Except in the case of those found in inaccessible and unknown places, only witnessed by species with no talking abilities thus safe from the consequences of curious human interaction.
By the time Michael released them, they just opened their eyes not sure of what had happened, and accepting sleepiness or stress as the perfect excuse for whatever it had been. The four teenagers in West Roswell High knew otherwise. Liz was able to clarify her partners through their connection and her empathy, exactly what it was about, and when it was over, lunch was already as out of the question as hunger was from their minds. They managed to survive the rest of the school day and then rushed to Michael’s place.
Sylvia and Anita suddenly appeared at the door and seemed relieved to see them up and about. They rushed over to them.
- Oh, Miss Serena, Miss Isabel, are you alright? - Anita looked scared to death.
- Of course we are, why do you ask? - Serena said, very confused.
- I came again to check on Michael and you all seemed to be asleep. So I just let you be. Half an hour later, I came back again and you were still asleep. When I returned to the kitchen, Mom was pissed cause I hadn’t taken Michael his breakfast, so I told her what was going on. She came to see for herself and she started screaming. I heard her and came running. She was standing at the door, shaking and staring at you. She said you were all glowing! But you were alright when I checked on you. Just asleep and holding onto Michael’s hands. I didn’t dare touch you to try to wake you cause I was afraid to get another jolt, as Michael was holding on to both of you. I took Mom to the kitchen and gave her some herbal tea, and calmed her down the best I could. I stayed with her until she stopped shaking. Then I said I would come and check on you but she wouldn’t let me come alone. I wanted to call my Dad or Javi, but she said they would laugh at us, and yes, they would, so we came together and we found you awake! - Sylvia sighed and tried to catch her breath.
- Anita, you must have come when the sun cleared a cloud and came back in through the window, that’s all. I’ve seen than happen many times and it does give you the illusion of the room glowing. If the light fell on the bed, as it surely did, and we were on it, of course it shone on us and made us glow! There’s nothing weird about that! It’s a natural phenomenon! It happens all the time! Come here…- Serena got up and went to Anita, taking both her hands in hers. - See? I’m fine! -
Anita nodded, her lips quivering and her eyes still watering. She gave a nervous giggle, much like Sylvia’s and nodded again.
- I’m sorry, you must think I’m crazy, I don’t know what came over me. I’ll go get lunch ready now, please don’t tell Miss Laurie, she’ll laugh at me, ok? - Anita pleaded and both Serena and Isabel assured her they wouldn’t. Sylvia gave them a nervous smile, but not a giggle, and left with her mother.
- We should have locked the door. I’m getting old and careless, why didn’t I think of it? - Serena asked herself.
- I did, but I decided not to even close it. - Isabel told her about Sylvia’s earlier incursion and why she didn’t want to give her the wrong impression.
Serena told Isabel she had been right. She was able to explain the glowing in an acceptable manner, but how would they have explained the closed door? That would have been stupidly harder. Michael kept on sleeping, oblivious of what was going on around him. Isabel’s stomach started growling and Serena laughed and told her they had better get something to eat. When they reached the top of the stairs, they saw Anita and Sylvia about to climb to the second floor with two trays each of covered food. They went back to the room and let mother and daughter place the trays on the breakfast table, their way of apologizing for the strange incident. Michael began to stir at about 2:00 pm, and wolfed down everything they placed in front of him. By the time he finished eating and they had filled him in with all that had happened while he slept, it was already past 3:00 pm. Then Laurie arrived and took him riding.
Something similar was happening in Michael’s apartment in Roswell, as Liz took charge of informing the other three the current events. Then she took out of her bag some brochures and told them that since this weekend would be the last they would spent in Tucson before graduation, she had planned a little touristic trip around the area as a goodbye adventure.
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Chapter 217
Stuart arrived and joined Serena and Isabel as they watched Michael take Moonshadow over a rather difficult course with no problems whatsoever. The interaction between the boy and the horse was amazing, as if they shared just one mind, in perfect sync. Serena and Isabel kept giving Stuart these quick glances, because of the way he was staring at Michael, with such awe that it was a little disturbing. By the time the workout was over, and Michael and Laurie took their horses for a cooling walk on the path around the pond, Stuart headed for the stables. Serena and Isabel did too, guessing he was going to catch up with Michael as soon as he got back. The sun was still rather strong, so they went inside and sat on the bales of hay and heard Stuart rambling on about his day, still with the pregnant women. There was really nothing to laugh about, but the way Stuart put it, it was hilarious, without disrespect. Soon they heard the sound of hooves and Michael and Laurie’s voices getting close as they arrived. They went to meet them and Michael slid off the horse, bending his knees a little as he landed, to absorb the shock of the descent because of his weight and the horse’s height. Stuart stepped over to him, practically receiving him in his arms and squeezing him close to him from behind, as Michael slowly straightened up, rubbing his ass, which had been pushed back for the landing and ending against Stuarts lap, hard into him. Isabel and Serena watched the boy’s eyes shut and his lips part as Stuart smiled wickedly.
- Hey, thanks for the nice landing. - Michael said opening his eyes as Stuart let go of him.
As he went over to help Laurie down, Stuart whacked him on the ass making him wince and gasp, ending in a smug smirk. Michael received Laurie in his arms and set her down carefully. While he took care of the horses with Ruben’s help, Isabel decided that tonight she would have to make sure Stuart stayed away from Michael and realized he was not changing his heterosexual preferences around. Michael was just too sexy and Isabel was getting seriously worried about how those two would end up. She had seen how much sex with Michael excited Stuart and she wanted to make sure he could still function with a female after having someone like Michael. She couldn’t wait any longer of she was sure she would lose her, and she wasn’t up to it, to hell with her marriage.
The walk back was…weird, the three women walking together, trying to make small talk to keep their eyes and attention away from the interaction between the doctor and the boy, which was apparently just the typical “guy thing”. Just joking around, and arm punching, Stuart teasing Michael about the snug fitting pants, elaborating with a couple of playful spanks, Michael just laughing about it and taking it quite innocently, pretending to twist away, but not really making it. Stuart grabbing Michael from behind, his hands on his shoulders pushing him along, then moving to his side with his arm around his shoulder, fatherly for a change, but not fooling Isabel.
When they arrived at the house, they went their separate ways to take a shower and a change of clothes.
Serena excused herself and cut across the field back home. She exchanged a knowing nod with Isabel before she left.
Isabel was aware by now of Stuart’s fastidious bathroom habits, which he had commented with her making them their personal joke, so she knew he would take his time to go through his routine. She went straight to Michael’s bedroom. She stood just inside the door, while he waved away his clothes in a teasingy extra slow motion, with his back to her, knowing she was there watching him. Then he padded to the bathroom, giving her an inviting “c’mon” look over his shoulder. Michael knew very well what he was doing, making Isabel drool and drip, he could be such a whore! He knew how to activate the magnet for either sex, he had mastered it perfectly when he wanted to. Isabel followed him as if he were pulling her after him on a string. He stepped into the shower stall between the tub and the Jacuzzi, with his back to the spray he had turned on with his powers. Isabel watched open mouthed as the water washed over his flexing muscles and sliding down his spread out legs. He was putting on a full seduction show just for her, very conscious of every detail.
Isabel wanted to jump in with him and lick away every drop of water that dared touch his body. She was shaking with the desire to play his game and the struggle not to. He reached out for her, and she took his hand in both of hers and kissed it.
- Isabel…- He moaned huskily, as if her name hurt him to his soul.
- No, Michael, please no, not like this. - She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.
He pulled up her hands to his lips and kissed them both.
- You’re right, not like this. - He gave her a sad look. - You want to ask me something. You know I can’t deny you anything, Isabel. -
- I need to be with Stuart tonight, Michael, or he will absolutely lose his identity. That’s not right, and you know it. - She pleaded with him.
- Of course it’s not. Why do you ask me? You know I’ve always told you he’s perfect for you since you met him. He’s yours, Isabel, I would never do anything to keep him away from you. You’re the one who keeps pushing him into me. - He was visibly confused.
Isabel couldn’t help thinking who was playing who? Michael was right, she got them together, and now it was backfiring on her. She was stalling because she wanted to be completely free of her marriage to Jesse before getting really involved with Stuart, so she had got them together to keep Stuart with them, not to lose him. It hadn’t been fair to Michael, she had used him, with no respect for his feelings, and that was so wrong. She truly felt bad for what she had done. She ran to him and hugged him tight against her, crying into his shoulder as Michael kissed her hair and did all he could to calm her down. His love and concern made her feel even worse, guilty of being so thoughtless. Sobbing and hiccoughing, she whispered all these thoughts to him, asking for his forgiveness. He caressed her hair and soothingly told her it was alright, he didn’t mind, he was glad he had served her purpose, and kept him here for her. It did hurt Michael the way she had used him, but it wasn’t the first time she did it, and he would do anything for her. He just wished she would tell him what it was about, beforehand, to spare him the pain. It hurt to have been her substitute because Stuart knew he still couldn’t have her, but he hadn’t been getting those vibes from him. Maybe Stuart did love him too, in his own way, and hopefully, Isabel didn’t mind.
- Hey, give me a bath, ok? - Michael smirked, and Isabel knew she was forgiven.
She sensed how hurt he was he took it for her as he always did. She was thinking of a way to make it up to him, as she took the bubble bath and lathered him. By the time she was helping him rinse, she had it, and she knew he would just love it. She wrapped him in the huge towel and rubbed him dry. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, dressing him hurriedly with a big smile. Now he was worried about what her next step would be, and how he would fit in her plans.
When they were all bathed, changed and ready, they met downstairs where Laurie told them she had decided on an early meal and hoped it was ok with everyone cause it was already waiting on the table. Unknown to them yet, they had both lost their lunches for the blackout reason, which she still had no way of connecting it to Michael, though Stuart did have enough reasons to do so. They all agreed, but Michael just shrugged and followed her to the dining room totally unenthusiastic. Isabel and Stuart exchanged a surprised look behind him and hoped it was nothing. She made sure Michael sat between her and Laurie, keeping him away from Stuart who sat on her other side. The food was great as usual but Michael just played with it barely eating.
- Michael, honey, are you alright? - Isabel asked, concerned.
- Yeah, it’s just that Serena’s thing today was a little tough, you know? I guess I just need to sleep it off. Excuse me, please? - He said, sighing before he answered.
There was this look of such sadness in his eyes and Isabel didn’t like what she saw in them at all, cause it made her feel even guiltier than before. He got up slowly and Stuart jumped up and took him in his arms before Isabel could stop him.
- You ok, kid? - His hand automatically touching his face which was warm, but not alarmingly so.
Isabel gently pushed him away and gathered Michael in her arms. Laurie just stood there, looking as sad as her brother, wanting to join Isabel with him, but not wanting to interfere.
- Michael…- Isabel whispered against his silky hair, as her hands slid up and down his back.
- Please Isabel, I just need to sleep, ok? - He did exactly what she had just done with Stuart and started out of the room.
Isabel rushed to him and grabbed his hand, tagging along behind him as he unsuccessfully tried to pull it free. He reluctantly dragged her all the way to his bed and flopped down on it, with Isabel’s had still attached to him. She knelt on the bed beside him and let go to rub his back as he lay facing away from her, one arm dangling over the side of the bed as he breathed into the pillow.
- Michael, would you like to be with Maria tonight? - She taunted.
- Can you do it? - He turned half his face off the pillow.
- If it makes you feel better, I’m willing to give it a shot, I’m sorry I hurt you, and I want to make it up to you. I’ve haven’t tried to dreamwalk two persons at the same time yet, but I think I’ve found out how to make it work. Just go to sleep thinking of her and give me some time, ok? Say, about an hour or so. I’ll be back with you. I love you. - She bent and kissed his cheek, caressing his hair before she left.
When she returned to the dining room, they were waiting anxiously for her, so Isabel sat down and reached out for both of them. They nodded, receiving the mental briefing of what Serena had been about earlier with them. Now they knew what had happened at lunchtime, and Stuart laughed at the irony that for the first time in he couldn’t tell how many years, he had managed to get a lunch break at a decent normal time of day, and he had dozed off like a senile case. Both girls laughed with him as he shared his misfortune, and Isabel confessed she had promised to sent Michael a pleasant dream so he could be relaxed and back to his normal self next day. They all knew what, or rather who the dream would be about and Stuart felt a jab of jealousy, which he was sure Laurie hadn’t noticed, though he couldn’t say the same about Isabel. So it would be a TV night, in their separate bedrooms, and they retired right after their meal. Stuart gave Isabel a chaste goodnight peck at the door of her bedroom with a wistful look towards Michael’s, but didn’t dare suggest or plan a check up on the boy, specially because of the way Isabel was looking at him, as if she knew exactly what was on his mind, and for obvious reasons, wouldn’t approve of it tonight. There was no way Stuart would have her brand on Michael hurting and bleeding, if he tried to disregard her and have his way. He was about to turn away to his room when Isabel’s hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked up at her to see this mischievous smile adorning her lips and before she could say what she had planned, he beat her to it.
- Are you dreamwalking me? -
- Perhaps…it may be more realistic than you can think…- she giggled in a flirty way that gave him hopes.
He slitted his eyes at her, in a futile effort to see what was going on in her alien mind. He didn’t know how and if she could stand up for Michael, but he thought they might be able to work out something real nice. She could read him easily, of course, and she thought, “just you wait and see”. She only hoped what she was capable of giving him could make up for Michael’s hopelessly addicting cotton candy.
Isabel lay on her bed and dialed Maria’s cell phone. She could hear the typical Crashdown noise on the background so she knew exactly where she was when she answered.
- Hey Isabel, you guys sure had one hell of an alien activity, huh? You had us all dozing like retards during our lunchtime, and our stomachs howling during the last periods from lack of food. What was all that about? Is Michael alright? - Maria’s having Michael constanly on her mind made Isabel glad for her tortured cousin.
- Well, it was a little rough, but he dealt alright then…now it seems to be belatedly kicking in, and he needs you. I wonder if you would be up to taking my latest “alien speed of light chopper” here to Tucson…-
- And what might that be? Some kind of newly developed dreamwalk technique, I presume? - Maria chuckled, delighted.
- Unfortunately it’s just on the experimental stage, actually the first
attempt ever, if you’re willing to give it a try. The worst possible outcome is that it might not work. - She waited anxiously for Maria’s decision, confident it would be affirmative, which of course it was.
- Ok, anything to be with my Spaceboy, if it will cheer him up. What do I have to do? - Maria asked.
- I need you in bed and snoozing. - Isabel said.
- What? It isn’t even 8:00pm! I haven’t even started my shift! Mr. Parker will kick me out and fire me! - She protested.
- Haven’t you still noticed what the hint of a girl’s period does to a father? Specially the protective way Mr. Parker feels about you? Like almost one? I know it’s not nice to take advantage of it, but there’s no other alternative, cause once I get you there, I’ll be too busy for the rest of the night. - Isabel gave her a suggestive giggle.
- Isabel! Really? You’ll really go for it? Congrats! It was about time! But Spaceboy and me first, right? I’ll do it! Give me half an hour tops! I’ll give you a buzz to let you know I’m ready! - She was absolutely sure of herself, and she knew once she told Liz what it was about, she would immediately side with her.
Maria rushed to Liz and they locked themselves up in the small downstairs bathroom for privacy. When they came out, Maria quietly left the diner and Liz informed her father what he needed to know, sympathetically asking Liz to give Maria a ring by the time she may have arrived home, to make sure she got there safely. Liz felt bad, but she just had to do it. Michael needed her help and she would need her new mental abilities to be able to block them off her mind if she expected to be able to get a decent night’s sleep with no possible disturbing wet dreams or worse still, if they kept her awake.
When Maria cut off, Isabel tossed the cell phone on the bed making sure it was in ring mode. She concentrated on the old romantic movie on the tube and still jumped when she heard the expected ring much sooner than she had thought possible. “Wow, the girl sure was in a hurry!” She laughed. She made sure of the callers identity and after waving off the TV set, she lay back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the mental picture of Maria.
Stuart arrived and joined Serena and Isabel as they watched Michael take Moonshadow over a rather difficult course with no problems whatsoever. The interaction between the boy and the horse was amazing, as if they shared just one mind, in perfect sync. Serena and Isabel kept giving Stuart these quick glances, because of the way he was staring at Michael, with such awe that it was a little disturbing. By the time the workout was over, and Michael and Laurie took their horses for a cooling walk on the path around the pond, Stuart headed for the stables. Serena and Isabel did too, guessing he was going to catch up with Michael as soon as he got back. The sun was still rather strong, so they went inside and sat on the bales of hay and heard Stuart rambling on about his day, still with the pregnant women. There was really nothing to laugh about, but the way Stuart put it, it was hilarious, without disrespect. Soon they heard the sound of hooves and Michael and Laurie’s voices getting close as they arrived. They went to meet them and Michael slid off the horse, bending his knees a little as he landed, to absorb the shock of the descent because of his weight and the horse’s height. Stuart stepped over to him, practically receiving him in his arms and squeezing him close to him from behind, as Michael slowly straightened up, rubbing his ass, which had been pushed back for the landing and ending against Stuarts lap, hard into him. Isabel and Serena watched the boy’s eyes shut and his lips part as Stuart smiled wickedly.
- Hey, thanks for the nice landing. - Michael said opening his eyes as Stuart let go of him.
As he went over to help Laurie down, Stuart whacked him on the ass making him wince and gasp, ending in a smug smirk. Michael received Laurie in his arms and set her down carefully. While he took care of the horses with Ruben’s help, Isabel decided that tonight she would have to make sure Stuart stayed away from Michael and realized he was not changing his heterosexual preferences around. Michael was just too sexy and Isabel was getting seriously worried about how those two would end up. She had seen how much sex with Michael excited Stuart and she wanted to make sure he could still function with a female after having someone like Michael. She couldn’t wait any longer of she was sure she would lose her, and she wasn’t up to it, to hell with her marriage.
The walk back was…weird, the three women walking together, trying to make small talk to keep their eyes and attention away from the interaction between the doctor and the boy, which was apparently just the typical “guy thing”. Just joking around, and arm punching, Stuart teasing Michael about the snug fitting pants, elaborating with a couple of playful spanks, Michael just laughing about it and taking it quite innocently, pretending to twist away, but not really making it. Stuart grabbing Michael from behind, his hands on his shoulders pushing him along, then moving to his side with his arm around his shoulder, fatherly for a change, but not fooling Isabel.
When they arrived at the house, they went their separate ways to take a shower and a change of clothes.
Serena excused herself and cut across the field back home. She exchanged a knowing nod with Isabel before she left.
Isabel was aware by now of Stuart’s fastidious bathroom habits, which he had commented with her making them their personal joke, so she knew he would take his time to go through his routine. She went straight to Michael’s bedroom. She stood just inside the door, while he waved away his clothes in a teasingy extra slow motion, with his back to her, knowing she was there watching him. Then he padded to the bathroom, giving her an inviting “c’mon” look over his shoulder. Michael knew very well what he was doing, making Isabel drool and drip, he could be such a whore! He knew how to activate the magnet for either sex, he had mastered it perfectly when he wanted to. Isabel followed him as if he were pulling her after him on a string. He stepped into the shower stall between the tub and the Jacuzzi, with his back to the spray he had turned on with his powers. Isabel watched open mouthed as the water washed over his flexing muscles and sliding down his spread out legs. He was putting on a full seduction show just for her, very conscious of every detail.
Isabel wanted to jump in with him and lick away every drop of water that dared touch his body. She was shaking with the desire to play his game and the struggle not to. He reached out for her, and she took his hand in both of hers and kissed it.
- Isabel…- He moaned huskily, as if her name hurt him to his soul.
- No, Michael, please no, not like this. - She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.
He pulled up her hands to his lips and kissed them both.
- You’re right, not like this. - He gave her a sad look. - You want to ask me something. You know I can’t deny you anything, Isabel. -
- I need to be with Stuart tonight, Michael, or he will absolutely lose his identity. That’s not right, and you know it. - She pleaded with him.
- Of course it’s not. Why do you ask me? You know I’ve always told you he’s perfect for you since you met him. He’s yours, Isabel, I would never do anything to keep him away from you. You’re the one who keeps pushing him into me. - He was visibly confused.
Isabel couldn’t help thinking who was playing who? Michael was right, she got them together, and now it was backfiring on her. She was stalling because she wanted to be completely free of her marriage to Jesse before getting really involved with Stuart, so she had got them together to keep Stuart with them, not to lose him. It hadn’t been fair to Michael, she had used him, with no respect for his feelings, and that was so wrong. She truly felt bad for what she had done. She ran to him and hugged him tight against her, crying into his shoulder as Michael kissed her hair and did all he could to calm her down. His love and concern made her feel even worse, guilty of being so thoughtless. Sobbing and hiccoughing, she whispered all these thoughts to him, asking for his forgiveness. He caressed her hair and soothingly told her it was alright, he didn’t mind, he was glad he had served her purpose, and kept him here for her. It did hurt Michael the way she had used him, but it wasn’t the first time she did it, and he would do anything for her. He just wished she would tell him what it was about, beforehand, to spare him the pain. It hurt to have been her substitute because Stuart knew he still couldn’t have her, but he hadn’t been getting those vibes from him. Maybe Stuart did love him too, in his own way, and hopefully, Isabel didn’t mind.
- Hey, give me a bath, ok? - Michael smirked, and Isabel knew she was forgiven.
She sensed how hurt he was he took it for her as he always did. She was thinking of a way to make it up to him, as she took the bubble bath and lathered him. By the time she was helping him rinse, she had it, and she knew he would just love it. She wrapped him in the huge towel and rubbed him dry. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, dressing him hurriedly with a big smile. Now he was worried about what her next step would be, and how he would fit in her plans.
When they were all bathed, changed and ready, they met downstairs where Laurie told them she had decided on an early meal and hoped it was ok with everyone cause it was already waiting on the table. Unknown to them yet, they had both lost their lunches for the blackout reason, which she still had no way of connecting it to Michael, though Stuart did have enough reasons to do so. They all agreed, but Michael just shrugged and followed her to the dining room totally unenthusiastic. Isabel and Stuart exchanged a surprised look behind him and hoped it was nothing. She made sure Michael sat between her and Laurie, keeping him away from Stuart who sat on her other side. The food was great as usual but Michael just played with it barely eating.
- Michael, honey, are you alright? - Isabel asked, concerned.
- Yeah, it’s just that Serena’s thing today was a little tough, you know? I guess I just need to sleep it off. Excuse me, please? - He said, sighing before he answered.
There was this look of such sadness in his eyes and Isabel didn’t like what she saw in them at all, cause it made her feel even guiltier than before. He got up slowly and Stuart jumped up and took him in his arms before Isabel could stop him.
- You ok, kid? - His hand automatically touching his face which was warm, but not alarmingly so.
Isabel gently pushed him away and gathered Michael in her arms. Laurie just stood there, looking as sad as her brother, wanting to join Isabel with him, but not wanting to interfere.
- Michael…- Isabel whispered against his silky hair, as her hands slid up and down his back.
- Please Isabel, I just need to sleep, ok? - He did exactly what she had just done with Stuart and started out of the room.
Isabel rushed to him and grabbed his hand, tagging along behind him as he unsuccessfully tried to pull it free. He reluctantly dragged her all the way to his bed and flopped down on it, with Isabel’s had still attached to him. She knelt on the bed beside him and let go to rub his back as he lay facing away from her, one arm dangling over the side of the bed as he breathed into the pillow.
- Michael, would you like to be with Maria tonight? - She taunted.
- Can you do it? - He turned half his face off the pillow.
- If it makes you feel better, I’m willing to give it a shot, I’m sorry I hurt you, and I want to make it up to you. I’ve haven’t tried to dreamwalk two persons at the same time yet, but I think I’ve found out how to make it work. Just go to sleep thinking of her and give me some time, ok? Say, about an hour or so. I’ll be back with you. I love you. - She bent and kissed his cheek, caressing his hair before she left.
When she returned to the dining room, they were waiting anxiously for her, so Isabel sat down and reached out for both of them. They nodded, receiving the mental briefing of what Serena had been about earlier with them. Now they knew what had happened at lunchtime, and Stuart laughed at the irony that for the first time in he couldn’t tell how many years, he had managed to get a lunch break at a decent normal time of day, and he had dozed off like a senile case. Both girls laughed with him as he shared his misfortune, and Isabel confessed she had promised to sent Michael a pleasant dream so he could be relaxed and back to his normal self next day. They all knew what, or rather who the dream would be about and Stuart felt a jab of jealousy, which he was sure Laurie hadn’t noticed, though he couldn’t say the same about Isabel. So it would be a TV night, in their separate bedrooms, and they retired right after their meal. Stuart gave Isabel a chaste goodnight peck at the door of her bedroom with a wistful look towards Michael’s, but didn’t dare suggest or plan a check up on the boy, specially because of the way Isabel was looking at him, as if she knew exactly what was on his mind, and for obvious reasons, wouldn’t approve of it tonight. There was no way Stuart would have her brand on Michael hurting and bleeding, if he tried to disregard her and have his way. He was about to turn away to his room when Isabel’s hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked up at her to see this mischievous smile adorning her lips and before she could say what she had planned, he beat her to it.
- Are you dreamwalking me? -
- Perhaps…it may be more realistic than you can think…- she giggled in a flirty way that gave him hopes.
He slitted his eyes at her, in a futile effort to see what was going on in her alien mind. He didn’t know how and if she could stand up for Michael, but he thought they might be able to work out something real nice. She could read him easily, of course, and she thought, “just you wait and see”. She only hoped what she was capable of giving him could make up for Michael’s hopelessly addicting cotton candy.
Isabel lay on her bed and dialed Maria’s cell phone. She could hear the typical Crashdown noise on the background so she knew exactly where she was when she answered.
- Hey Isabel, you guys sure had one hell of an alien activity, huh? You had us all dozing like retards during our lunchtime, and our stomachs howling during the last periods from lack of food. What was all that about? Is Michael alright? - Maria’s having Michael constanly on her mind made Isabel glad for her tortured cousin.
- Well, it was a little rough, but he dealt alright then…now it seems to be belatedly kicking in, and he needs you. I wonder if you would be up to taking my latest “alien speed of light chopper” here to Tucson…-
- And what might that be? Some kind of newly developed dreamwalk technique, I presume? - Maria chuckled, delighted.
- Unfortunately it’s just on the experimental stage, actually the first
attempt ever, if you’re willing to give it a try. The worst possible outcome is that it might not work. - She waited anxiously for Maria’s decision, confident it would be affirmative, which of course it was.
- Ok, anything to be with my Spaceboy, if it will cheer him up. What do I have to do? - Maria asked.
- I need you in bed and snoozing. - Isabel said.
- What? It isn’t even 8:00pm! I haven’t even started my shift! Mr. Parker will kick me out and fire me! - She protested.
- Haven’t you still noticed what the hint of a girl’s period does to a father? Specially the protective way Mr. Parker feels about you? Like almost one? I know it’s not nice to take advantage of it, but there’s no other alternative, cause once I get you there, I’ll be too busy for the rest of the night. - Isabel gave her a suggestive giggle.
- Isabel! Really? You’ll really go for it? Congrats! It was about time! But Spaceboy and me first, right? I’ll do it! Give me half an hour tops! I’ll give you a buzz to let you know I’m ready! - She was absolutely sure of herself, and she knew once she told Liz what it was about, she would immediately side with her.
Maria rushed to Liz and they locked themselves up in the small downstairs bathroom for privacy. When they came out, Maria quietly left the diner and Liz informed her father what he needed to know, sympathetically asking Liz to give Maria a ring by the time she may have arrived home, to make sure she got there safely. Liz felt bad, but she just had to do it. Michael needed her help and she would need her new mental abilities to be able to block them off her mind if she expected to be able to get a decent night’s sleep with no possible disturbing wet dreams or worse still, if they kept her awake.
When Maria cut off, Isabel tossed the cell phone on the bed making sure it was in ring mode. She concentrated on the old romantic movie on the tube and still jumped when she heard the expected ring much sooner than she had thought possible. “Wow, the girl sure was in a hurry!” She laughed. She made sure of the callers identity and after waving off the TV set, she lay back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the mental picture of Maria.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 218
(Thinking of you, Grace52373, just a hint of UC, but I'm sure you wont mind!)
Isabel felt Maria getting nearer and nearer, and then, there she was, slumped at the side of Michael’s bed, holding his hand which was dangling over the side of the bed, in both of hers. But Maria didn’t seem happy at all to be with Michael. Isabel couldn’t understand it so she glided in her dreamlike state towards her and noticed she was crying.
“Maria…” Isabel whispered and the weeping girl turned to face her.
“What is wrong Isabel? He isn’t responding to me, as if I wasn’t here, as if he didn’t know or feel I’m here!” She sobbed.
Isabel shook her head, bewildered and concentrated to identify the cause of the problem. Then it just came to her.
“Maria, I know what’s wrong, listen to me. I can see you, because I’m dreamwalking you, and I can see Michael because you’re dreaming with him like I asked you to, by concentrating on him. But Michael isn’t responding because, like you came to him here in Tucson, knowing he was here, and he`s also dreaming of you, and in his dream he has gone to you, to Roswell, where he knows you are! That’s why he’s not reacting to you, because he’s not really here. In his dream, he’s with you somewhere else.”
“This is so wrong Isabel, how can we get together? That’s what we both want!”
Isabel nodded and gave it a quick thought.
“Well, this was my original plan, to dreamwalk both of you. Of course I can’t do it at the same time to get you together. I’ve already got you here, so now I must go for Michael. Listen Maria, hold tight to his hand, don’t let go of him no matter what until I get you two together. We mustn’t lose contact with each other either, but if we hold hands, I won’t be able to go for Michael, so this is what we’ll do.”
Isabel squatted by Maria and took her left hand placing it on Michael’s butt, over her brand surrounded by Maria’s.
“Now we’ll be in contact with each other through him, and remember, you mustn’t let go of his hand or I won’t be able to get you two together, is that clear?”
Maria nodded, and Isabel concentrated on Michael who lay right there in front of her eyes. Isabel felt herself floating in space, and blinked. When she opened her eyes again, she was in Maria’s room in Roswell, where she lay still, with her eyes closed with a worried Michael hovering over her, kissing her and trying to make her react to him in any way. Isabel touched his shoulder and he turned his face to hers.
“Isabel, Maria can’t hear me, she doesn’t even know or feel I’m here!”
“Michael, don’t worry, she’s going through exactly the same thing with you. It’s because I’ve dreamwalked her and found her with you in your bedroom in Tucson, that’s why I’m also dreamwalking you now to take you to her and join your dreams.”
“Ok, how are you going to do that?” Michael whispered.
“Leave it to me, I’ve already worked it out. Here, take my hand and also hers, and don’t let go any of them, ok?” Isabel put Michael’s left hand in Maria’s right and placed her right hand in his, watching Michael smirk. He had already worked it out as she spoke, and was ready for it. They floated for a few seconds while she got her bearings and then she blinked and they were in Tucson. Isabel led Michael to his bed, where he lay over his body, integrating it, his left hand now in this Maria’s, whose Roswell part he had brought with him. Isabel smiled as Michael bucked against Maria’s hand and went “Owww!”
“Ok, Maria, give him a break, he’s already here.”
Maria screamed his name and pounced on him, and before she knew it, she was under Michael in a passionate kiss. Isabel decided they would be ok now, and she quietly left them on their own. It was both Michael and Maria’s joint dream now and nothing would change if she left them to go on with her own life.
Michael and Maria literally melted into each other, like candy in a microwave. They were both in a sweet lazy mood, which reflected in their lovemaking, the way they kissed and touched. They did their own special 69, their mouths and hands on and in each other’s bodies, lost in the ecstasy of the teasing and coaxing, until they were shaken by their mutual orgasms. Michael didn’t know how he eventually ended over Maria right side up, and he slowly slid into her, feeling her desire for him as she received him, making him feel at home. Her nails raking his back made him shiver, her soft whispers leading him into their game; “filling” him with he made her feel and sharing it with him, made their sexual bonding unique. Their mounting pleasure led them to such a climax, that they came in a burst of multi-coloured stars. Maria held him tight against her until he stopped shuddering and moaning in the exquisite death of his excitement and their bodies tingled all over as they were enveloped in the alien aftermath. Both, in their separate beds, looked relaxed and peaceful.
At this particular time, he was completely in her hands and she knew it, as she treasured the strong young warrior she was holding in her arms. He whimpered when her fingers dug into her brands, activating each one with a boost of her energy, feeling the still tender flesh reacting to her touch. His breath started coming in gasps and then hissed through his teeth as her palms pressed on Max and Isabel’s brands, and Maria knew they had felt her touch on their prized possession. She gloated on it, he was wrapped in her arms at her mercy, to do what she wanted with him. She sensed Max had jerked, covered in goose bumps, as if someone had walked on his grave. The way his brand pulsed, proved Michael was his weak spot, whether he admitted it or not.
Lacking her brother’s jealousy, Isabel’s brand warmed up, her love for Michael joining Maria’s, as the human girl felt it heat up before it cooled down, making Michael grunt with the stab of the sudden burn.
Maria sushed him, and soothingly caressed the whole area, hearing Michael sigh and shiver as he surrendered to her. She scratched her way up to his hair and tangled her fingers in his baby soft locks, burying his face into her neck. Maria giggled when she felt his lips sucking at her pulse point, and giving her a hickie. Then she bent her knees and rubbed her heels on the back of his thighs, finally snaking her legs around his, rendering him helpless in her grip. That’s how she liked to have him.
Michael loved being her victim, because she understood his needs and was always ready to please him in any way he wanted. Maria felt he was completely open to her, and could deny her nothing. She took advantage of the situation to unfold some mysteries and secrets he kept close to his soul.
“Michael, I need to know, was my protection the only reason you kept away from me for so long?”
“Of course, baby, what other reason could I have?”
“What were you protecting me from?”
“The `alien abyss´...”
“And?…Michael? I need to know, because I know there’s more to it.” Her heart broke when she heard him sigh.
“I was afraid I might get mean as Hank.” He confessed in a whisper.
“Michael, you had been with Sarah and Isabel before, were you mean to Sarah? Cause I know you weren’t to Isabel…”
“Of course not!” He was outraged at her thinking that way about him.
“Then what do you mean? I don’t get it!” Maria exclaimed.
“I don’t know, Maria! It’s just that I went crazy when I was near you, and I wasn’t sure of myself any longer, I didn’t even know I would react the way I did, you just made me lose all control, so I had to say or do anything to make you stop sending me those vibes or I would end up doing you right there!”
“Michael! You were the one sending me your vibes, and when I went for them, you acted the other way round! It was so confusing and frustrating!”
“Well, now you know why I did!” Michael growled.
“You should have gone right ahead!” Maria nodded.
“Oh sure! At that time, Valenti would have locked me up in jail and shoved the key up my ass. And your mother would have come visiting and gelded me while he held me down. No thanks!”
“Oh Spaceboy, I was so crazy about you two, and I know Max was making it worse giving you his stupid advice. You know? When two persons feel like that, no one should interfere, they have no right to do that damage! They almost broke us apart! I would have never forgiven it!”
“I couldn’t trust myself with you, not the way I felt. I just wanted to make you mine! I couldn’t just let myself go with you, we would have ended in bed right away. You see? Perhaps it was better this way, cause neither of us got in trouble and I love you just the same.” He nibbled her ear.
“I don’t!” She felt him tense and took her time to go on just to make him suffer. “I love you much more now that I don’t have to go nuts trying to figure you out!”
“Shit Maria, you sure love to torture me, don’t you?” He moaned.
She giggled and squeezed him tight, cherishing the way he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, safe in her arms.
Maria cursed when her alarm clock woke her up, and his warm body covering hers disappeared in thin air as she opened her eyes.
At the same time, in Tucson, another alarm clock did its mischief, waking up not only Stuart, but also Isabel, who lay pressed to Stuart’s side with her head on his chest. He gently got up easing her head on the pillow, thinking she hadn’t woken up. She played along, not wanting to see him go away. When he came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go, he kissed her forehead and she whispered “goodbye” with a smile.
- I’ll call you as soon as I can. - He whispered back, and also smiled when she just nodded.
Five minutes later, Maria’s phone rang and it was Liz.
- God, Maria! What was that? Wow! -
- I’ll tell you as soon as I get there, ok? I have to call Isabel. - Maria said.
- Hey! I’m your best friend! - Liz protested.
- I’ll tell you about that too! - Maria ended the call.
Isabel’s phone made her jump and she knew it was Maria.
- Hey! I want to know everything! But first, have you checked on Michael? - Maria asked.
- No, I’ll call your cell phone in five, ok? So make sure it’s on! - Isabel went to Michael’s room and found him fast asleep, so she lay beside him and had him snuggling into her right away. She reached out for the phone on the nightstand and called Maria.
- Ok, out with it! - Maria sounded out of breath and Isabel knew she was dressing up hurriedly to go to the Crashdown for the breakfast rush.
- C’mon, I’m on the “hands free”, go right ahead! -
- Well, I’m lying right next to your sleeping beauty, and he’s snuggled against me, all nice and warm. - Isabel teased.
- Ooooo, I hate you! I should be there. - Maria wished she was there.
- Just a couple more days, Maria, and you’ll be back together. Then I might be the one hating you. - She giggled.
- Well, I’m waiting! How was it? - She went straight to the point and wasn’t taking any nonsense from Isabel.
- What can I say…it was great! He treated me like a virgin…oh, I’m going Madonna! But honestly, yes he did, just like the song, it was as if it was my first time…- Isabel was so pleased with herself.
- Better than Michael? - Maria asked doubtfully.
- Don’t be unfair, Maria, Stuart’s human, and Michael is…well, special. Nothing can be better than him, or even close. But it was still wonderful. -
- Better than Jesse? - Maria insisted.
- Of course it was, because I could let go, not worried of doing or saying anything that could give me away, and worried of what he might find out of normal. I could just be myself, something I’ve never been able to do with Jesse. - She sounded wistful, and Maria understood her and pitied her.
- I’m so glad for you Isabel, go on, tell me the good parts! - Maria was so persistent!
- I’ll do it better still, tonight I’ll dreamwalk you again for a chat, that’s the best I can do. No way I’m letting you see it! - Maria emphatized.
- Of course not! Though it’s not fair, you know? You’ve seen me with Michael more than once! - Maria reminded her.
- Sorry, no way! And it’s final! Now hurry up or you’ll be late or worse still, you’ll end up strangled with the “hands free” gadget and you don’t want Michael to suffer…maybe I should rephrase…- They giggled together at the gross joke and Maria whispered a “see you then.” Then she was gone.
(Thinking of you, Grace52373, just a hint of UC, but I'm sure you wont mind!)
Isabel felt Maria getting nearer and nearer, and then, there she was, slumped at the side of Michael’s bed, holding his hand which was dangling over the side of the bed, in both of hers. But Maria didn’t seem happy at all to be with Michael. Isabel couldn’t understand it so she glided in her dreamlike state towards her and noticed she was crying.
“Maria…” Isabel whispered and the weeping girl turned to face her.
“What is wrong Isabel? He isn’t responding to me, as if I wasn’t here, as if he didn’t know or feel I’m here!” She sobbed.
Isabel shook her head, bewildered and concentrated to identify the cause of the problem. Then it just came to her.
“Maria, I know what’s wrong, listen to me. I can see you, because I’m dreamwalking you, and I can see Michael because you’re dreaming with him like I asked you to, by concentrating on him. But Michael isn’t responding because, like you came to him here in Tucson, knowing he was here, and he`s also dreaming of you, and in his dream he has gone to you, to Roswell, where he knows you are! That’s why he’s not reacting to you, because he’s not really here. In his dream, he’s with you somewhere else.”
“This is so wrong Isabel, how can we get together? That’s what we both want!”
Isabel nodded and gave it a quick thought.
“Well, this was my original plan, to dreamwalk both of you. Of course I can’t do it at the same time to get you together. I’ve already got you here, so now I must go for Michael. Listen Maria, hold tight to his hand, don’t let go of him no matter what until I get you two together. We mustn’t lose contact with each other either, but if we hold hands, I won’t be able to go for Michael, so this is what we’ll do.”
Isabel squatted by Maria and took her left hand placing it on Michael’s butt, over her brand surrounded by Maria’s.
“Now we’ll be in contact with each other through him, and remember, you mustn’t let go of his hand or I won’t be able to get you two together, is that clear?”
Maria nodded, and Isabel concentrated on Michael who lay right there in front of her eyes. Isabel felt herself floating in space, and blinked. When she opened her eyes again, she was in Maria’s room in Roswell, where she lay still, with her eyes closed with a worried Michael hovering over her, kissing her and trying to make her react to him in any way. Isabel touched his shoulder and he turned his face to hers.
“Isabel, Maria can’t hear me, she doesn’t even know or feel I’m here!”
“Michael, don’t worry, she’s going through exactly the same thing with you. It’s because I’ve dreamwalked her and found her with you in your bedroom in Tucson, that’s why I’m also dreamwalking you now to take you to her and join your dreams.”
“Ok, how are you going to do that?” Michael whispered.
“Leave it to me, I’ve already worked it out. Here, take my hand and also hers, and don’t let go any of them, ok?” Isabel put Michael’s left hand in Maria’s right and placed her right hand in his, watching Michael smirk. He had already worked it out as she spoke, and was ready for it. They floated for a few seconds while she got her bearings and then she blinked and they were in Tucson. Isabel led Michael to his bed, where he lay over his body, integrating it, his left hand now in this Maria’s, whose Roswell part he had brought with him. Isabel smiled as Michael bucked against Maria’s hand and went “Owww!”
“Ok, Maria, give him a break, he’s already here.”
Maria screamed his name and pounced on him, and before she knew it, she was under Michael in a passionate kiss. Isabel decided they would be ok now, and she quietly left them on their own. It was both Michael and Maria’s joint dream now and nothing would change if she left them to go on with her own life.
Michael and Maria literally melted into each other, like candy in a microwave. They were both in a sweet lazy mood, which reflected in their lovemaking, the way they kissed and touched. They did their own special 69, their mouths and hands on and in each other’s bodies, lost in the ecstasy of the teasing and coaxing, until they were shaken by their mutual orgasms. Michael didn’t know how he eventually ended over Maria right side up, and he slowly slid into her, feeling her desire for him as she received him, making him feel at home. Her nails raking his back made him shiver, her soft whispers leading him into their game; “filling” him with he made her feel and sharing it with him, made their sexual bonding unique. Their mounting pleasure led them to such a climax, that they came in a burst of multi-coloured stars. Maria held him tight against her until he stopped shuddering and moaning in the exquisite death of his excitement and their bodies tingled all over as they were enveloped in the alien aftermath. Both, in their separate beds, looked relaxed and peaceful.
At this particular time, he was completely in her hands and she knew it, as she treasured the strong young warrior she was holding in her arms. He whimpered when her fingers dug into her brands, activating each one with a boost of her energy, feeling the still tender flesh reacting to her touch. His breath started coming in gasps and then hissed through his teeth as her palms pressed on Max and Isabel’s brands, and Maria knew they had felt her touch on their prized possession. She gloated on it, he was wrapped in her arms at her mercy, to do what she wanted with him. She sensed Max had jerked, covered in goose bumps, as if someone had walked on his grave. The way his brand pulsed, proved Michael was his weak spot, whether he admitted it or not.
Lacking her brother’s jealousy, Isabel’s brand warmed up, her love for Michael joining Maria’s, as the human girl felt it heat up before it cooled down, making Michael grunt with the stab of the sudden burn.
Maria sushed him, and soothingly caressed the whole area, hearing Michael sigh and shiver as he surrendered to her. She scratched her way up to his hair and tangled her fingers in his baby soft locks, burying his face into her neck. Maria giggled when she felt his lips sucking at her pulse point, and giving her a hickie. Then she bent her knees and rubbed her heels on the back of his thighs, finally snaking her legs around his, rendering him helpless in her grip. That’s how she liked to have him.
Michael loved being her victim, because she understood his needs and was always ready to please him in any way he wanted. Maria felt he was completely open to her, and could deny her nothing. She took advantage of the situation to unfold some mysteries and secrets he kept close to his soul.
“Michael, I need to know, was my protection the only reason you kept away from me for so long?”
“Of course, baby, what other reason could I have?”
“What were you protecting me from?”
“The `alien abyss´...”
“And?…Michael? I need to know, because I know there’s more to it.” Her heart broke when she heard him sigh.
“I was afraid I might get mean as Hank.” He confessed in a whisper.
“Michael, you had been with Sarah and Isabel before, were you mean to Sarah? Cause I know you weren’t to Isabel…”
“Of course not!” He was outraged at her thinking that way about him.
“Then what do you mean? I don’t get it!” Maria exclaimed.
“I don’t know, Maria! It’s just that I went crazy when I was near you, and I wasn’t sure of myself any longer, I didn’t even know I would react the way I did, you just made me lose all control, so I had to say or do anything to make you stop sending me those vibes or I would end up doing you right there!”
“Michael! You were the one sending me your vibes, and when I went for them, you acted the other way round! It was so confusing and frustrating!”
“Well, now you know why I did!” Michael growled.
“You should have gone right ahead!” Maria nodded.
“Oh sure! At that time, Valenti would have locked me up in jail and shoved the key up my ass. And your mother would have come visiting and gelded me while he held me down. No thanks!”
“Oh Spaceboy, I was so crazy about you two, and I know Max was making it worse giving you his stupid advice. You know? When two persons feel like that, no one should interfere, they have no right to do that damage! They almost broke us apart! I would have never forgiven it!”
“I couldn’t trust myself with you, not the way I felt. I just wanted to make you mine! I couldn’t just let myself go with you, we would have ended in bed right away. You see? Perhaps it was better this way, cause neither of us got in trouble and I love you just the same.” He nibbled her ear.
“I don’t!” She felt him tense and took her time to go on just to make him suffer. “I love you much more now that I don’t have to go nuts trying to figure you out!”
“Shit Maria, you sure love to torture me, don’t you?” He moaned.
She giggled and squeezed him tight, cherishing the way he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, safe in her arms.
Maria cursed when her alarm clock woke her up, and his warm body covering hers disappeared in thin air as she opened her eyes.
At the same time, in Tucson, another alarm clock did its mischief, waking up not only Stuart, but also Isabel, who lay pressed to Stuart’s side with her head on his chest. He gently got up easing her head on the pillow, thinking she hadn’t woken up. She played along, not wanting to see him go away. When he came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go, he kissed her forehead and she whispered “goodbye” with a smile.
- I’ll call you as soon as I can. - He whispered back, and also smiled when she just nodded.
Five minutes later, Maria’s phone rang and it was Liz.
- God, Maria! What was that? Wow! -
- I’ll tell you as soon as I get there, ok? I have to call Isabel. - Maria said.
- Hey! I’m your best friend! - Liz protested.
- I’ll tell you about that too! - Maria ended the call.
Isabel’s phone made her jump and she knew it was Maria.
- Hey! I want to know everything! But first, have you checked on Michael? - Maria asked.
- No, I’ll call your cell phone in five, ok? So make sure it’s on! - Isabel went to Michael’s room and found him fast asleep, so she lay beside him and had him snuggling into her right away. She reached out for the phone on the nightstand and called Maria.
- Ok, out with it! - Maria sounded out of breath and Isabel knew she was dressing up hurriedly to go to the Crashdown for the breakfast rush.
- C’mon, I’m on the “hands free”, go right ahead! -
- Well, I’m lying right next to your sleeping beauty, and he’s snuggled against me, all nice and warm. - Isabel teased.
- Ooooo, I hate you! I should be there. - Maria wished she was there.
- Just a couple more days, Maria, and you’ll be back together. Then I might be the one hating you. - She giggled.
- Well, I’m waiting! How was it? - She went straight to the point and wasn’t taking any nonsense from Isabel.
- What can I say…it was great! He treated me like a virgin…oh, I’m going Madonna! But honestly, yes he did, just like the song, it was as if it was my first time…- Isabel was so pleased with herself.
- Better than Michael? - Maria asked doubtfully.
- Don’t be unfair, Maria, Stuart’s human, and Michael is…well, special. Nothing can be better than him, or even close. But it was still wonderful. -
- Better than Jesse? - Maria insisted.
- Of course it was, because I could let go, not worried of doing or saying anything that could give me away, and worried of what he might find out of normal. I could just be myself, something I’ve never been able to do with Jesse. - She sounded wistful, and Maria understood her and pitied her.
- I’m so glad for you Isabel, go on, tell me the good parts! - Maria was so persistent!
- I’ll do it better still, tonight I’ll dreamwalk you again for a chat, that’s the best I can do. No way I’m letting you see it! - Maria emphatized.
- Of course not! Though it’s not fair, you know? You’ve seen me with Michael more than once! - Maria reminded her.
- Sorry, no way! And it’s final! Now hurry up or you’ll be late or worse still, you’ll end up strangled with the “hands free” gadget and you don’t want Michael to suffer…maybe I should rephrase…- They giggled together at the gross joke and Maria whispered a “see you then.” Then she was gone.
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Isabel tried to reach out to hang up the phone and realized that while she had been concentrated on her conversation with Maria, she hadn’t noticed Michael had slid almost half over her. Her left arm was under him so she let go of the receiver and tried to push him away.
- Michael! - She protested finding it impossible to get him off her.
She was wearing a wrap around robe and it had come apart in most of her front, allowing his thigh to wedge between hers. His cheek lay on the outer side of her breast with his parted lips resting at her nipple, and his left hand had crept under the other side of the robe, which was still covering her, cupping her breast. The worst part was that he was getting hard, and she was beginning to respond.
“Oh my god!” Isabel thought, “how could this happen? What’s wrong with me?”
She kept struggling to push Michael away from her but he wasn’t budging.
“Oh well, so sorry, Spaceboy, but I will have to give you a nudge, just a small one, to get you back beside me, just relax, I’ll do all the work.” She assured herself.
She pressed her free hand against Michael’s ribs and gave just a small push, enough to send a human flying against the wall, but what would take to move a fellow alien the necessary inches away from her. Michael shuddered and moaned but stayed put. Isabel didn’t understand it, so she pushed harder. Michael growled and tensed and she saw him wince.
- Maria, don’t please! It hurts! - He writhed in pain but didn’t move away from Isabel.
Isabel froze, something wasn’t right! How could Michael take her for Maria? That was impossible, even asleep or unconscious, he could unerringly identify her. What was wrong with him?
- Michael? MICHAEL! - Isabel kept her hand pressed against his ribs, not wanting to hurt him again, but ready to do so if she had to.
Michael protested at the sudden pain his body was submitted to. How could Maria do that to him? She wasn’t alien…yet! There was no way she could have suddenly changed! Overnight? No way! He started noticing other changes too. Her legs and breasts were fuller, and yes, there was this alien quality to her…what the hell was going on? She even sounded like Isabel! Very slowly, he managed to open his eyes, and now he was able to positively identify the girl half under him as Isabel, though there was something of Maria lurking in her.
- Isabel? Where’s Maria? - His eyes were clouded with confusion.
- Michael, it was a dream, I got you two together, I dreamwalked first Maria and then you. Then I just left you guys on your own, that was all. - Isabel had to close her eyes, shocked by the surge of jealousy that flooded her mind, not knowing where it came from. She had had a great time with Stuart, finally, just what she had been waiting for, why was she getting these feelings like : “why wasn’t I the one with Michael like in Antar? We belong together! We’re both aliens! Maria and Stuart are humans, they should be the ones bonding, we shouldn’t mix with them!” - She shook
her head violently, to get rid of the disturbing thoughts which couldn’t be her own, She felt Michael grunt and his body went rigid.
Michael tried to push up, with a senseless urgency to get away from her and felt something warm and sticky spreading between his buttocks with a searing stabbing pain. He grunted and dropped back on Isabel, dizzy and shivering.
- Michael c’mon! Get off me, my whole arm is numb! - At first she thought he was just joking around to piss her off, having picked up from her about her night with Stuart and suffering a little jealous pangs, just like she had. Then she noticed he was breathing hard and he wasn’t relaxing at all.
- Michael? - Now she was alarmed! - Michael, what’s wrong with you? -
Fear gave her unexpected strength and she was able to pull her body from under him. She flexed and unflexed her arm a few times until she felt it was almost back to normal and using both hands, she raised his thigh enough to ease her leg from under it. Isabel’s eyes doubled their size when she saw the blood on her and on the bed. She bolted to her knees and hovered over Michael’s hips, which seemed to be the source.
- Oh my god! Michael! - She shoved her hand roughly between his thighs and spread him to find out where he was bleeding from. She had this sickening flash of that day at the trailer, with Kyle throwing his guts up. She lowered her face to make eye contact, but he was squirming and there was blood all over his ass and the inside of his upper thighs. She waved her hand to make it go away but nothing happened.
“Oh Max! I’m so sorry! Now I know how it must have been when you couldn’t heal him! What am I going to do? He’ll bleed to death before Stuart can get here!” Isabel kept her thoughts to herself trying to remain calm for Michael’s sake and find a solution. “Liz!” She thought, “her empathy might give me a hint!”
The receiver was off the hook stil lying on the bed where she had left it. She pushed it against her ear and clicked on the phone to get the tone. The phone exploded in urgent rings in her hand and she almost dropped it. It was Liz!
- Isabel! I’ve been redialing for the last five minutes I think! What’s wrong with the phone? - She screamed in a frightened voice.
- Forget the phone! What’s wrong with Michael? He’s bleeding! I think it’s from Max’s ritual scar but he was just with Maria and in a dream plane! It doesn’t make sense! - Isabel was beggining to sound hysterical.
- Isabel, calm down! It’s not Max’s, it’s yours! - Liz shouted to make sure she got through.
- What? No! It can’t be mine! I’m the one who got them together last night! How can it be mine? - Isabel was now sobbing.
- It is! We can find out later how it happened but now, Michael’s suffering and he needs you to make it stop. Find your scar and do it! RIGHT NOW! - Liz half demanded, half ordered, with a pale Max and Kyle flanking her and thankfully dumb with fright.
Isabel dropped the phone on the bed again and fought to steady her hand before she groped and found what she was searching for. She felt the warm blood pulsing out of the torn tissue and buried the tips of her index and middle fingers into the open wound. Michael gasped as he pushed up on his knees, spreading his thighs wider to give her a better access and view. He had no idea how she was going to heal him but something told him she could. She sighed with relief as the bleeding began to ebb and gradually stopped. Then, sure of herself, she waved her hand and cleaned up the mess effectively. She gently pushed his ass back down to the bed and heard him hiss as her hand made contact with her and Maria’s brands, noticing them unsually hot. She raised her hand and now she gasped, as she saw red angry lines crisscrossing her brand starting and ending on each one of Maria’s small crescents. Isabel picked up the receiver with a trembling hand and told Liz her shocking discovery.
- I have no idea what that can mean. I guess Maria should know, but we’ve been staying away from her until we could tell her it was over just in case she decided to pass out or simply lose it. We’ll find her right away, I think I know where she is, having a cedar oil session in the bathroom. We’re heading there. By the way, what do you think could have caused it? - Liz just had to know.
- Let me think back…- Isabel took her time to analyze her thoughts second by second and then it hit her, it had to be that. - Ok, I think I have it. It was this stupid thought, it lasted just a few seconds at the most, I’m sorry, I never thought…- Isabel was angry at herself. She couldn’t believe she had done so much damage in such a short lapse of time!
- Isabel, we’re not blaming you! You didn’t mean it! It’s ok now, just let it go! Michael’s alright and that’s what counts, relax! I’ll call you back as soon as I talk to Maria. - Liz broke the communication and Isabel lay back exhausted.
- Izzy, you ok? - Michael whispered and that did it.
Isabel started crying like she hadn’t done in years, just like when she cried for losing him, but he was right there with her. She had hurt him and he was worried about her! Talk about irony! And she still had to face Maria, thankfully on the phone, but then literally in a couple of days, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Wait! She had promised to dreamwalk her tonight and she was dreading it already! She reached out both her arms to Michael and he automatically fell into them, holding her just as tight to him as she was doing.
- Izzy, I’m fine, really, it doesn’t hurt any longer, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad! -
He whispered trying hard to sooth her and make her stop crying. “Dammit!” Michael thought, “these girls don’t know what their tears do to me!” Feeling his heart doing flips.
A vivid sudden image of Max flashed in his mind and he knew he was shut up in a bathroom stall concentrating till smoke was almost coming out of his ears, using his scar and brand as communicators and making it happen.
- Michael, how are you doing? - Max’s face was a mask of mortification.
- Cool it man, I’m fine, honest. - Michael reassured him.
- You’re hurting…- Max’s voice trembled.
- It’s nothing, I’ve been worse. Just lay off, ok? You’re as dramatic as Maria! Get hold of yourself! What will Liz think of you? - Michael did sound ok.
- Michael…- Max pleaded.
- Max…go to Liz. - Michael smirked before he blocked him out.
- W…Was that M…Max? - Isabel sobbed. - He must hate me…-
- Why should Max hate you? What, he’s never fucked up? C’mon! - Michael buried his face in her hair and rubbed her arm.
A knock on the door pulled them apart as Michael slid beside her and Isabel sat up.
- May I come in? - Sylvia asked, having learned her lesson.
- Breakfast? Wow! You’re very welcome! - Michael rolled on his side to face the door and jumped up to help Sylvia with the tray. Isabel was lightning fast and waved him into shorts as the door was opening, just in time. Sylvia’s huge smile made it seems so normal, as if nothing alien had happened at all.
- Serena was trying to get to you, but the phone was busy, she wants you to call her to have lunch at her place. - Sylvia informed them as Michael carried the table to the foot of the bed where Isabel was already sitting.
- Thank you Sylvia. We were talking to Maria, she sent you her love. - Isabel smiled, back to herself, Michael just nodded with a full mouth.
As soon as Sylvia left, Isabel turned a worried face towards Michael, who was chugging his o.j. thirstily.
- Serena knows, Michael, I don’t know if I can face her! - Isabel shook her head.
- Iz, Serena is even closer to you than to me! She’s your aunt! What’s the problem? I’m sure she wants to tell you how to prevent this from happening again. Believe me, I’m all for it! - He was now attacking his cereal.
He stopped his spoon halfway to his mouth. Isabel’s eyes were telling him clearly there was more to it that he still wasn’t aware of.
- Michael! - She protested finding it impossible to get him off her.
She was wearing a wrap around robe and it had come apart in most of her front, allowing his thigh to wedge between hers. His cheek lay on the outer side of her breast with his parted lips resting at her nipple, and his left hand had crept under the other side of the robe, which was still covering her, cupping her breast. The worst part was that he was getting hard, and she was beginning to respond.
“Oh my god!” Isabel thought, “how could this happen? What’s wrong with me?”
She kept struggling to push Michael away from her but he wasn’t budging.
“Oh well, so sorry, Spaceboy, but I will have to give you a nudge, just a small one, to get you back beside me, just relax, I’ll do all the work.” She assured herself.
She pressed her free hand against Michael’s ribs and gave just a small push, enough to send a human flying against the wall, but what would take to move a fellow alien the necessary inches away from her. Michael shuddered and moaned but stayed put. Isabel didn’t understand it, so she pushed harder. Michael growled and tensed and she saw him wince.
- Maria, don’t please! It hurts! - He writhed in pain but didn’t move away from Isabel.
Isabel froze, something wasn’t right! How could Michael take her for Maria? That was impossible, even asleep or unconscious, he could unerringly identify her. What was wrong with him?
- Michael? MICHAEL! - Isabel kept her hand pressed against his ribs, not wanting to hurt him again, but ready to do so if she had to.
Michael protested at the sudden pain his body was submitted to. How could Maria do that to him? She wasn’t alien…yet! There was no way she could have suddenly changed! Overnight? No way! He started noticing other changes too. Her legs and breasts were fuller, and yes, there was this alien quality to her…what the hell was going on? She even sounded like Isabel! Very slowly, he managed to open his eyes, and now he was able to positively identify the girl half under him as Isabel, though there was something of Maria lurking in her.
- Isabel? Where’s Maria? - His eyes were clouded with confusion.
- Michael, it was a dream, I got you two together, I dreamwalked first Maria and then you. Then I just left you guys on your own, that was all. - Isabel had to close her eyes, shocked by the surge of jealousy that flooded her mind, not knowing where it came from. She had had a great time with Stuart, finally, just what she had been waiting for, why was she getting these feelings like : “why wasn’t I the one with Michael like in Antar? We belong together! We’re both aliens! Maria and Stuart are humans, they should be the ones bonding, we shouldn’t mix with them!” - She shook
her head violently, to get rid of the disturbing thoughts which couldn’t be her own, She felt Michael grunt and his body went rigid.
Michael tried to push up, with a senseless urgency to get away from her and felt something warm and sticky spreading between his buttocks with a searing stabbing pain. He grunted and dropped back on Isabel, dizzy and shivering.
- Michael c’mon! Get off me, my whole arm is numb! - At first she thought he was just joking around to piss her off, having picked up from her about her night with Stuart and suffering a little jealous pangs, just like she had. Then she noticed he was breathing hard and he wasn’t relaxing at all.
- Michael? - Now she was alarmed! - Michael, what’s wrong with you? -
Fear gave her unexpected strength and she was able to pull her body from under him. She flexed and unflexed her arm a few times until she felt it was almost back to normal and using both hands, she raised his thigh enough to ease her leg from under it. Isabel’s eyes doubled their size when she saw the blood on her and on the bed. She bolted to her knees and hovered over Michael’s hips, which seemed to be the source.
- Oh my god! Michael! - She shoved her hand roughly between his thighs and spread him to find out where he was bleeding from. She had this sickening flash of that day at the trailer, with Kyle throwing his guts up. She lowered her face to make eye contact, but he was squirming and there was blood all over his ass and the inside of his upper thighs. She waved her hand to make it go away but nothing happened.
“Oh Max! I’m so sorry! Now I know how it must have been when you couldn’t heal him! What am I going to do? He’ll bleed to death before Stuart can get here!” Isabel kept her thoughts to herself trying to remain calm for Michael’s sake and find a solution. “Liz!” She thought, “her empathy might give me a hint!”
The receiver was off the hook stil lying on the bed where she had left it. She pushed it against her ear and clicked on the phone to get the tone. The phone exploded in urgent rings in her hand and she almost dropped it. It was Liz!
- Isabel! I’ve been redialing for the last five minutes I think! What’s wrong with the phone? - She screamed in a frightened voice.
- Forget the phone! What’s wrong with Michael? He’s bleeding! I think it’s from Max’s ritual scar but he was just with Maria and in a dream plane! It doesn’t make sense! - Isabel was beggining to sound hysterical.
- Isabel, calm down! It’s not Max’s, it’s yours! - Liz shouted to make sure she got through.
- What? No! It can’t be mine! I’m the one who got them together last night! How can it be mine? - Isabel was now sobbing.
- It is! We can find out later how it happened but now, Michael’s suffering and he needs you to make it stop. Find your scar and do it! RIGHT NOW! - Liz half demanded, half ordered, with a pale Max and Kyle flanking her and thankfully dumb with fright.
Isabel dropped the phone on the bed again and fought to steady her hand before she groped and found what she was searching for. She felt the warm blood pulsing out of the torn tissue and buried the tips of her index and middle fingers into the open wound. Michael gasped as he pushed up on his knees, spreading his thighs wider to give her a better access and view. He had no idea how she was going to heal him but something told him she could. She sighed with relief as the bleeding began to ebb and gradually stopped. Then, sure of herself, she waved her hand and cleaned up the mess effectively. She gently pushed his ass back down to the bed and heard him hiss as her hand made contact with her and Maria’s brands, noticing them unsually hot. She raised her hand and now she gasped, as she saw red angry lines crisscrossing her brand starting and ending on each one of Maria’s small crescents. Isabel picked up the receiver with a trembling hand and told Liz her shocking discovery.
- I have no idea what that can mean. I guess Maria should know, but we’ve been staying away from her until we could tell her it was over just in case she decided to pass out or simply lose it. We’ll find her right away, I think I know where she is, having a cedar oil session in the bathroom. We’re heading there. By the way, what do you think could have caused it? - Liz just had to know.
- Let me think back…- Isabel took her time to analyze her thoughts second by second and then it hit her, it had to be that. - Ok, I think I have it. It was this stupid thought, it lasted just a few seconds at the most, I’m sorry, I never thought…- Isabel was angry at herself. She couldn’t believe she had done so much damage in such a short lapse of time!
- Isabel, we’re not blaming you! You didn’t mean it! It’s ok now, just let it go! Michael’s alright and that’s what counts, relax! I’ll call you back as soon as I talk to Maria. - Liz broke the communication and Isabel lay back exhausted.
- Izzy, you ok? - Michael whispered and that did it.
Isabel started crying like she hadn’t done in years, just like when she cried for losing him, but he was right there with her. She had hurt him and he was worried about her! Talk about irony! And she still had to face Maria, thankfully on the phone, but then literally in a couple of days, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Wait! She had promised to dreamwalk her tonight and she was dreading it already! She reached out both her arms to Michael and he automatically fell into them, holding her just as tight to him as she was doing.
- Izzy, I’m fine, really, it doesn’t hurt any longer, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad! -
He whispered trying hard to sooth her and make her stop crying. “Dammit!” Michael thought, “these girls don’t know what their tears do to me!” Feeling his heart doing flips.
A vivid sudden image of Max flashed in his mind and he knew he was shut up in a bathroom stall concentrating till smoke was almost coming out of his ears, using his scar and brand as communicators and making it happen.
- Michael, how are you doing? - Max’s face was a mask of mortification.
- Cool it man, I’m fine, honest. - Michael reassured him.
- You’re hurting…- Max’s voice trembled.
- It’s nothing, I’ve been worse. Just lay off, ok? You’re as dramatic as Maria! Get hold of yourself! What will Liz think of you? - Michael did sound ok.
- Michael…- Max pleaded.
- Max…go to Liz. - Michael smirked before he blocked him out.
- W…Was that M…Max? - Isabel sobbed. - He must hate me…-
- Why should Max hate you? What, he’s never fucked up? C’mon! - Michael buried his face in her hair and rubbed her arm.
A knock on the door pulled them apart as Michael slid beside her and Isabel sat up.
- May I come in? - Sylvia asked, having learned her lesson.
- Breakfast? Wow! You’re very welcome! - Michael rolled on his side to face the door and jumped up to help Sylvia with the tray. Isabel was lightning fast and waved him into shorts as the door was opening, just in time. Sylvia’s huge smile made it seems so normal, as if nothing alien had happened at all.
- Serena was trying to get to you, but the phone was busy, she wants you to call her to have lunch at her place. - Sylvia informed them as Michael carried the table to the foot of the bed where Isabel was already sitting.
- Thank you Sylvia. We were talking to Maria, she sent you her love. - Isabel smiled, back to herself, Michael just nodded with a full mouth.
As soon as Sylvia left, Isabel turned a worried face towards Michael, who was chugging his o.j. thirstily.
- Serena knows, Michael, I don’t know if I can face her! - Isabel shook her head.
- Iz, Serena is even closer to you than to me! She’s your aunt! What’s the problem? I’m sure she wants to tell you how to prevent this from happening again. Believe me, I’m all for it! - He was now attacking his cereal.
He stopped his spoon halfway to his mouth. Isabel’s eyes were telling him clearly there was more to it that he still wasn’t aware of.
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Chapter 120
- No, Liz, you’re not making sense, Isabel would never do that to Michael! How could she be jealous if she got us together? What’s wrong with you? -
Maria had almost gone into convulsions in the bathroom as Liz told her what had happened. She was totally in denial.
- Well, I suggest you call Isabel and get her version and get back to me when you’re sure they’re exactly the same. Oh, and, Isabel is feeling real bad about the whole thing, so PLEASE! Don’t lose it with her, ok? - Liz frowned, not very hopeful about the outcome of the issue.
Maria just scoffed and rolled her eyes, going into a stall and closing the door for privacy. Right now, she couldn’t consider Liz her best friend, so it was a relief when she heard her step away and close the bathroom door.
Maria dialed Isabel’s cell phone and she worried when she didn’t answer until the fourth ring. She had no way of knowing Isabel was having breakfast with Michael and she had caught her on a mouthful. When she finally answered in a hushed voice, Maria just knew it was all true and how sorry Isabel was.
- Maria…you can’t imagine how guilty I feel right now, and Serena wants us over for lunch to bite my head off, probably. Could you please wait until tonight? I promise I’ll dreamwalk you and we can talk it out, ok? Thanks, here’s Michael. - Isabel didn’t give Maria time to even say “hi”, chickening out completely and passing the phone to Michael, knowing the second Maria heard his voice, she would be absolutely reassured and just as Isabel expected, forget all about her.
Michael lay back and snuggled on his side, taking his omelette with him and munching as he spoke to Maria, or rather listened to her speaking to him. When he finally ended, he stretched and got up. He took Isabel’s hand pulling her up from the bed as she questioned him with her eyes.
- C’mon…- He led her to the bathroom.
- Michael…what? -
- Jacuzzi! Cause who knows what Serena will do to me today…-
- Michael, you just had breakfast! I don’t want to have to have to explain why you ended floating in the damn thing! - Isabel exploded.
- It’s cold water that paralizes digestion and gives you the cramp that drowns you, if it’s body temperature, it’s ok. I’ll heat it to 99.5 and set the thermostat to keep it there. That’s a little over mine to play it safe and warm enough for you, right? - He filled it up with his powers and did the rest.
Isabel looked on, kind of doubtful, but when it was ready, she shrugged and waved a bathing suit on. Michael climbed in and slid into the water stretching out with his arms on the edge, laying his cheek on them to face Isabel. She sat beside him, hugging her legs. Michael sighed and closed his eyes. The gurgling sound of water was having a hypnotic effect on him and he was invaded with these flashes which transported him to an incident the sound was reminding him of. He was hovering over this totally alien landscape as he watched three persons walking together. At first he thought he was having a kind of out of body experience and was seeing himself with Max and Isabel, but he was homing on them and though he recognized a younger version of himself, and the other two were Max and Isabel, they were a little different…not quite…but still…Michael scoffed realizing they were Zan and Vilandra! And then he was sky diving straight into his Antares self and merged into him, feeling he had taken a deep breath before diving into deep water and had just come up for air again.
Rath-Michael felt like a jolt of energy shoot through his body and squeezed
Vilandra’s hand. She squeezed back as they arrived at the remains of the trees that had fallen after being struck down in the last storm.
- Why here? - Zan asked, the place creeped him out.
- Because no one will come here and laugh at you. - Vilandra snapped.
Rath-Michael sat astride a fallen branch which was resting against another tree keeping it parallel to the ground. He watched smirking as Vilandra tried to teach his two left footed brother how to dance. He lay forwards resting his chin on his hands and bit his lip not to laugh.
- It’s not funny! - Shouted Zan, losing his temper and zapped at the tree in front of Rath-Michael.
The branch on which he was lying lost its support tilting down to the floor making Rath Michael slide forwards until his hands reached the ground and he pushed himself up. He stood up with the fallen branch still between his legs, startled by Zan’s reaction.
- Hey! What was that? - Rath-Michael protested.
- Shut up! - Zan shouted again, quite angry now.
He lashed out and zapped his cousin on the stomach sending him back astride the tilted branch. The blast had bent the boy’s upper body forwards and he landed violently on a knob of the branch which connected hard against his tail bone. Rath-Michael winced and toppled forwards hugging the branch with his arms and thighs.
- Rath-Michael! - Vilandra shouted and ran to him, shrieking at her brother over her shoulder. - You idiot! -
- He was laughing at me! - Was Zan’s weak excuse.
- Rath-Michael, are you alright? - Vilandra was kneeling by his head, trying to get him to open his tight shut eyes, and brushing the hair off his face.
- Dammit! It hurts! - Rath-Michael growled.
Vilandra went to his ass cause she had seen him sit back hard on the branch with the force of the blast. She waved his pants away and was relieved when she saw no blood.
- Where does it hurt you? - She asked and pushed Zan away when he tried to touch him.
- It feels like I sat on a sword! - Rath-Michael whispered.
Vilandra laid her finger low down on his spine and Rath-Michael jerked and shuddered, whimpering.
- Heal him! - Vilandra demanded.
Zan sat behind his cousin, waving open the front of his pants and started the connection. He was just pushing in and the boy was sobbing and shivering.
- Hold him down, this will hurt a lot, the tailbone is broken and splintered. - Zan frowned.
Vilandra knelt beside him and wrapped her arms around him pinning him to the branch.
- What are you doing to him? - The outraged scream made them all jump.
Vilandra saw this man running at them, stopping just to grab a thick stick from the ground.
- Wait, wait! My cousin’s hurt! He’s healing him! - She stood up and raised both her hands to stop him.
The man turned to look at the hurt boy and recognized him. He rushed to drop on his knees by his face, caressing his cheek.
- My lord! Prince Rath-Michael! - He exclaimed.
Rath-Michael opened his eyes and recognized the man as the prisoner from the Ashoktee (Flat Mountain) battle.
- Are you my enemy still? - Rath-Michael managed.
- No! I’ve joined your army, your father set me free this morning. How can I help you? - His hand was squeezing the boy’s shoulder reassuringly.
- Help my sister hold him down, cause this is sure going to hurt him. - Zan told him.
- What happened? - The man asked them.
- It was an accident. A “boy thing”. - Vilandra spat out, glaring at Zan. - His tailbone is broken. -
- I can carry him back, he needs help. - The man grimaced.
- I’m his healer. That’s what I was doing when you interrupted. - Zan snapped.
- I thought you were…- The man turned to the hurt boy, confused, and saw him nod.
- That’s how we connect. Sorry if you don’t like it. - Zan said sarcastically.
“So it’s true! I thought they were making fun of me! This must be the king’s son and Rath-Michael’s bride!” The man thought.
- I’m sorry. I thought you were attacking him. I’ll help you. -
He knelt where Vilandra had been, holding him against the branch, watching open mouthed the healing connection. Vilandra let him take her place as he was much stronger than she was, even if he was thin, he was wiry. She pressed Rath-Michael’s face into her breasts as Zan started all over again. Every millimetre that Zan pushed into him, made the pain flare all the way up his spine as high as between his shoulder blades and spread out as if he were on fire. Rath-Michael growled into Vilandra’s breasts and the vibrations carried into the man’s chest, pressed to his back. The man sensed how much the boy was hurting and sent his energy into him. He watched the healer’s cock disappearing into the shuddering boy and felt him sob when the two bodies finally came together. He couldn’t help thinking that if the boy’s tailbone was broken, the pain of the penetration must have been excruciating. He didn’t understand why the boy hadn’t passed out. The healer’s white glowing hand gently touched the damaged area and the boy gasped and jerked. The young body went rock hard in his arms and the muscles felt like steel. The man was surprised. As far as he knew, healing didn’t hurt, but this boy was really suffering. The light went out and the healer started sliding in and out of him, until the boy was moaning and spasming. The healer stayed buried deep and started shaking in what the man recognized as an orgasm too. Very slowly,
Rath-Michael’s breathing started stabilizing but he didn’t relax completely. Vilandra looked up and saw Zan going for the aftermath.
- Oh no you don’t! I want to know how bad he was hurt, now! - Vilandra demanded.
- The bone was shattered. It’s whole now, I’ve rebuilt it and mended together every single piece of it. Now let us be, he needs to rest! -
Zan snapped back.
- Sure he does, but not here. We must get him home and you know it! He’s still in pain. - Vilandra insisted.
The man stood up and Rath-Michael reached out and grabbed his hand.
- Thanks…- He whispered.
The man squeezed his hand and turned to Zan and Vilandra.
- Why is he still hurting? - He was confused.
- He’s Royal Blooded. Zan`s not, so he can heal him but can’t take the pain away. - She explained.
The man nodded. He watched Rath-Michael get up slowly, wincing, and taking a deep breath. Vilandra rushed to his arms and kissed him.
- I need to lie down, let’s go. - Rath-Michael turned to the man. - I don’t know your name. -
- Shenti, my lord. - He said, tipping his head in respect.
- Mine’s Rath-Michael, not my lord. - The boy smirked behind a wince.
Shenti smiled and nodded, as Vilandra’s arm went around Rath-Michael’s waist and they headed back towards the castle. Zan and Shenti walked behind them until the couple in front of them stopped and they heard Vilandra’s worried voice.
- Are you alright? -
- Yeah…hold it a sec, ok? - He was leaning forwards, bracing his hands on his thighs and breathing hard.
- What’s wrong? - Zan knew his cousin could take a lot of pain.
- I’m dizzy…it’s passing…- He started straightening up and his shirt was soaked in sweat.
- I don’t think he should be walking. - Shenti observed.
- If you follow the track you’ll arrive at the stables. Get Geehan, hurry up! - Vilandra agreed with him and sent him off.
Zan placed his arm around Rath-Michael’s shoulders and they started going slowly down the track. They had to stop a couple more times before Shenti and Geehan came running up to them.
The black man took the boy away from his cousins and into his arms, hugging him close. Then he gently eased him over his shoulder. As a slave, he had no right to ask any questions, but Vilandra told him what had happened, and Shenti found out at the same time. As they arrived at the castle’s door, the new Antares soldier respectfully took his leave and walked away reluctantly.
Rath-Michael spent two days burning with fever and in constant pain that wasn’t getting any better. Zan reluctantly accepted the healers’ back up, but nothing they did controlled the fever. They managed to bring it down for a couple of hours to have it flare back as bad as before. It was the queen who came early on the third day with a shaman, or healer, from the Andes people. She apologized to Zan and the healers, but they had to accept that the boy wasn’t getting any better. The shaman said he needed to know exactly what had happened, and Zan went red with shame as Vilandra told him what he wanted. Then he needed to see the place where it happened and Zan took him there. When they came back, the shaman said the problem was the tree. It had been planted by them from the seeds that came from their original planet. A sliver from it had entered Rath-Michael’s body and Zan had fused it into the shattered bone as he healed it, but it was in there and that’s what was causing the problem, until it came out. Zan couldn’t identify it cause he wasn’t familiar with it, as it didn’t belong to his planet. They needed to take him to their village, it had to be done there.
- I will go with him. - Vilandra clung to his hand.
- I am sorry, but it’s not possible. The man who helped you, who is he? - The shaman asked.
- He said something about being a prisoner from a battle, that had joined the Antares army and that uncle Ramthis had set him free that morning. - Vilandra remembered each and every word clearly. - His name is Shenti. -
- Right, from the Ashoktee battle. Rath-Michael stopped my soldiers from killing him when he surrendered, so I accepted him as his prisoner. He’s a good man, I trust him. - Ramthis confirmed.
- He must come with him. - The shaman said.
- I’m the one who should go with him! - Zan demanded.
- I am sorry, but I must insist on this man Shenti. His energy will be positive for the healing. - The man was adamant.
- Why? - Zan was getting very angry.
- Because he was an enemy and now he is not. Because he is not related, and will not be involved with his feelings. Because he is not a healer and will not interfere with our methods. That is what the boy needs if you want him to live. - The man’s reasons made sense.
- You are right. I accept your demands. Where do we have to take him? - Ramthis asked.
- We will come for him, and take him into the tunnels from right here. He must not see the sunlight until we heal him. We will be here at sundown. He must not eat but give him plenty of water. - The man nodded and left.
Vilandra and Zan stayed with him all day, following the man’s instructions. Ramthis went to talk with Shenti and asked him if he was willing to do what the shaman wanted. Shenti said it would be an honour. Ramthis took him to the castle and they spent the day with the half conscious boy, bathing his body with soft pieces of wet cloth. Rath-Michael’s constant moans and laboured breathing had his family on edge, he was delirious, writhing and muttering incoherently. By sundown, the shaman came with three other men, bringing a simple stretcher made of the limb where the “accident” had happened, cut in two pieces and held together by a strong multicoloured woven cloth with strange designs typical of the Andes people. They were all dressed in robes of this material and handed one for Shenti to wear as he carried Rath-Michael with the other three. They laid him on the stretcher very carefully as the shaman walked beside him with his hand pressed on the middle of his back over his heart. The trapdoor leading into the tunnel was cunningly hidden in the corner of a small inside patio, and the rough stone stairs going down under the castle, descended in a gentle slope. They walked for at least half an hour and the place was getting hot and humid. Soon, the sound of gurgling water was heard, and they arrived at a small cave with cascading water all around it, coming from inside the walls and falling in a steaming pool with two streams running against the walls on opposite sides and disappearing into underground rivers. Shenti discovered the source of hot water in the castle and was pleasantly surprised to find out it came from natural thermal springs. The place was lit by the spectral light from the moons than filtered through the cracks on the roof of the cave. Two of the men eased Rath-Michael into the shallow pool, one sliding his hands under his chest and the other under his thighs. His cheek was laid on a flat stone at one edge, keeping it above the transparent water so he could breathe. The shaman fished his hands out of the water and brought them up on the edge. He gestured for Shenti to come over and told him to sit by the boy and hold his hands in his. Rath-Michael needed to know he was there for him. He had been there to save his life and now the man would be there when they saved his. The shaman took a small axe from a niche in the rock wall and carved some slivers off the branch. The stretcher was wrapped in what looked like leather, and placed against the wall, looking like part of it. Then from a larger niche, a box peppered with holes was brought out by the shaman and when he opened the lid, Shenti eyes went wide with fright as a yard long silver snake was dropped into the water with the boy. The shaman tossed a few slivers of wood on the surface, and the snake seeked them out and ate them. It seemed still hungry, searching for more and then started swimming up between Rath-Michael’s thighs. Shenti started to let go off the boy’s hands to get up and do something about the snake, but the shaman moved behind him and leant down hard on his shoulders holding him down and whispering : “Don’t let go of his hands, the snake feeds on the wood of the tree which hurt him, and will get the sliver out that is poisoning his body. Let it do what it needs, trust me.” Shenti noticed the other men standing around the pool with relaxed expressions on their faces, he was the only one who watched open mouthed as the snake hissed before it bit hard into the skin over the boy’s tailbone. Rath-Michael gasped and grunted as the snake bit again and again, making the crystal clear water murky with the boy’s red blood. Rath-Michael was hissing and slithering much like the snake, as the shaman nodded and smiled. When the snake started leaving the pool, the shaman rewarded it with a handful of wooden slivers which he dropped in the box in front of it. It went to finish eating and the shaman covered the box and placed it back in the niche. The shaman sat by Shenti and told him they had to wait now as the thermal waters made Rath-Michael sweat the poison completely out of his body, and they would know it was over when the water of the pool in which he was lying became crystal clear again. While they waited, the shaman explained what he had done. He had captured the snake right after he left the castle. He knew that species feed on the wood many times a day, so he made sure it would be very hungry by now. The few slivers he had given it had just opened its apetite, and his senses took it straight to the one inside Rath-Michael’s body. It had no problem finding it and biting its way to it, as they had seen. The slivers from those trees were very hard to retrieve when they buried in the flesh, which was usually in the hands, as the cloth woven by their people was strong enough to prevent them getting through it. They were used to have the snakes pull out the slivers that way. They always did it here, because the hot and humid invironment made people sweat and the strong scent of the wood came out with it, so it was easier for the snake to locate where the sliver was and bite it out. The snake’s fangs were very hard and sharp so it had no trouble to get it out of the bone itself. The fangs were hollow so that once it found the sliver, it just sucked it up through them. He chuckled when he said he had never seen a sliver stuck in such an unusual place. Then he mumbled something in his native tongue and the other men broke out laughing with him. He translated to Shenti that they should fill with slivers the balls of the one who did this to him and have the snake bite them off. Shenti joined in the laughter and wished he could do it. When the water cleared out, the shaman called the two men and eased Rath-Michael out of the pool as he retrieved a thick blanket of their typical cloth from another niche and placed it on the ground near the wall. They laid the boy on it and the shaman took the box with the snake and told Shenti that they would have to spend the night there and he would have to make the boy feel comfortable any way he needed. He winked at him and took his leave.
- What are you going to do with the snake? - Shenti wondered.
- Let it loose, it is harmless to people, and has saved a life, it is fair. -
Shenti totally agreed and went to the boy.
- No, Liz, you’re not making sense, Isabel would never do that to Michael! How could she be jealous if she got us together? What’s wrong with you? -
Maria had almost gone into convulsions in the bathroom as Liz told her what had happened. She was totally in denial.
- Well, I suggest you call Isabel and get her version and get back to me when you’re sure they’re exactly the same. Oh, and, Isabel is feeling real bad about the whole thing, so PLEASE! Don’t lose it with her, ok? - Liz frowned, not very hopeful about the outcome of the issue.
Maria just scoffed and rolled her eyes, going into a stall and closing the door for privacy. Right now, she couldn’t consider Liz her best friend, so it was a relief when she heard her step away and close the bathroom door.
Maria dialed Isabel’s cell phone and she worried when she didn’t answer until the fourth ring. She had no way of knowing Isabel was having breakfast with Michael and she had caught her on a mouthful. When she finally answered in a hushed voice, Maria just knew it was all true and how sorry Isabel was.
- Maria…you can’t imagine how guilty I feel right now, and Serena wants us over for lunch to bite my head off, probably. Could you please wait until tonight? I promise I’ll dreamwalk you and we can talk it out, ok? Thanks, here’s Michael. - Isabel didn’t give Maria time to even say “hi”, chickening out completely and passing the phone to Michael, knowing the second Maria heard his voice, she would be absolutely reassured and just as Isabel expected, forget all about her.
Michael lay back and snuggled on his side, taking his omelette with him and munching as he spoke to Maria, or rather listened to her speaking to him. When he finally ended, he stretched and got up. He took Isabel’s hand pulling her up from the bed as she questioned him with her eyes.
- C’mon…- He led her to the bathroom.
- Michael…what? -
- Jacuzzi! Cause who knows what Serena will do to me today…-
- Michael, you just had breakfast! I don’t want to have to have to explain why you ended floating in the damn thing! - Isabel exploded.
- It’s cold water that paralizes digestion and gives you the cramp that drowns you, if it’s body temperature, it’s ok. I’ll heat it to 99.5 and set the thermostat to keep it there. That’s a little over mine to play it safe and warm enough for you, right? - He filled it up with his powers and did the rest.
Isabel looked on, kind of doubtful, but when it was ready, she shrugged and waved a bathing suit on. Michael climbed in and slid into the water stretching out with his arms on the edge, laying his cheek on them to face Isabel. She sat beside him, hugging her legs. Michael sighed and closed his eyes. The gurgling sound of water was having a hypnotic effect on him and he was invaded with these flashes which transported him to an incident the sound was reminding him of. He was hovering over this totally alien landscape as he watched three persons walking together. At first he thought he was having a kind of out of body experience and was seeing himself with Max and Isabel, but he was homing on them and though he recognized a younger version of himself, and the other two were Max and Isabel, they were a little different…not quite…but still…Michael scoffed realizing they were Zan and Vilandra! And then he was sky diving straight into his Antares self and merged into him, feeling he had taken a deep breath before diving into deep water and had just come up for air again.
Rath-Michael felt like a jolt of energy shoot through his body and squeezed
Vilandra’s hand. She squeezed back as they arrived at the remains of the trees that had fallen after being struck down in the last storm.
- Why here? - Zan asked, the place creeped him out.
- Because no one will come here and laugh at you. - Vilandra snapped.
Rath-Michael sat astride a fallen branch which was resting against another tree keeping it parallel to the ground. He watched smirking as Vilandra tried to teach his two left footed brother how to dance. He lay forwards resting his chin on his hands and bit his lip not to laugh.
- It’s not funny! - Shouted Zan, losing his temper and zapped at the tree in front of Rath-Michael.
The branch on which he was lying lost its support tilting down to the floor making Rath Michael slide forwards until his hands reached the ground and he pushed himself up. He stood up with the fallen branch still between his legs, startled by Zan’s reaction.
- Hey! What was that? - Rath-Michael protested.
- Shut up! - Zan shouted again, quite angry now.
He lashed out and zapped his cousin on the stomach sending him back astride the tilted branch. The blast had bent the boy’s upper body forwards and he landed violently on a knob of the branch which connected hard against his tail bone. Rath-Michael winced and toppled forwards hugging the branch with his arms and thighs.
- Rath-Michael! - Vilandra shouted and ran to him, shrieking at her brother over her shoulder. - You idiot! -
- He was laughing at me! - Was Zan’s weak excuse.
- Rath-Michael, are you alright? - Vilandra was kneeling by his head, trying to get him to open his tight shut eyes, and brushing the hair off his face.
- Dammit! It hurts! - Rath-Michael growled.
Vilandra went to his ass cause she had seen him sit back hard on the branch with the force of the blast. She waved his pants away and was relieved when she saw no blood.
- Where does it hurt you? - She asked and pushed Zan away when he tried to touch him.
- It feels like I sat on a sword! - Rath-Michael whispered.
Vilandra laid her finger low down on his spine and Rath-Michael jerked and shuddered, whimpering.
- Heal him! - Vilandra demanded.
Zan sat behind his cousin, waving open the front of his pants and started the connection. He was just pushing in and the boy was sobbing and shivering.
- Hold him down, this will hurt a lot, the tailbone is broken and splintered. - Zan frowned.
Vilandra knelt beside him and wrapped her arms around him pinning him to the branch.
- What are you doing to him? - The outraged scream made them all jump.
Vilandra saw this man running at them, stopping just to grab a thick stick from the ground.
- Wait, wait! My cousin’s hurt! He’s healing him! - She stood up and raised both her hands to stop him.
The man turned to look at the hurt boy and recognized him. He rushed to drop on his knees by his face, caressing his cheek.
- My lord! Prince Rath-Michael! - He exclaimed.
Rath-Michael opened his eyes and recognized the man as the prisoner from the Ashoktee (Flat Mountain) battle.
- Are you my enemy still? - Rath-Michael managed.
- No! I’ve joined your army, your father set me free this morning. How can I help you? - His hand was squeezing the boy’s shoulder reassuringly.
- Help my sister hold him down, cause this is sure going to hurt him. - Zan told him.
- What happened? - The man asked them.
- It was an accident. A “boy thing”. - Vilandra spat out, glaring at Zan. - His tailbone is broken. -
- I can carry him back, he needs help. - The man grimaced.
- I’m his healer. That’s what I was doing when you interrupted. - Zan snapped.
- I thought you were…- The man turned to the hurt boy, confused, and saw him nod.
- That’s how we connect. Sorry if you don’t like it. - Zan said sarcastically.
“So it’s true! I thought they were making fun of me! This must be the king’s son and Rath-Michael’s bride!” The man thought.
- I’m sorry. I thought you were attacking him. I’ll help you. -
He knelt where Vilandra had been, holding him against the branch, watching open mouthed the healing connection. Vilandra let him take her place as he was much stronger than she was, even if he was thin, he was wiry. She pressed Rath-Michael’s face into her breasts as Zan started all over again. Every millimetre that Zan pushed into him, made the pain flare all the way up his spine as high as between his shoulder blades and spread out as if he were on fire. Rath-Michael growled into Vilandra’s breasts and the vibrations carried into the man’s chest, pressed to his back. The man sensed how much the boy was hurting and sent his energy into him. He watched the healer’s cock disappearing into the shuddering boy and felt him sob when the two bodies finally came together. He couldn’t help thinking that if the boy’s tailbone was broken, the pain of the penetration must have been excruciating. He didn’t understand why the boy hadn’t passed out. The healer’s white glowing hand gently touched the damaged area and the boy gasped and jerked. The young body went rock hard in his arms and the muscles felt like steel. The man was surprised. As far as he knew, healing didn’t hurt, but this boy was really suffering. The light went out and the healer started sliding in and out of him, until the boy was moaning and spasming. The healer stayed buried deep and started shaking in what the man recognized as an orgasm too. Very slowly,
Rath-Michael’s breathing started stabilizing but he didn’t relax completely. Vilandra looked up and saw Zan going for the aftermath.
- Oh no you don’t! I want to know how bad he was hurt, now! - Vilandra demanded.
- The bone was shattered. It’s whole now, I’ve rebuilt it and mended together every single piece of it. Now let us be, he needs to rest! -
Zan snapped back.
- Sure he does, but not here. We must get him home and you know it! He’s still in pain. - Vilandra insisted.
The man stood up and Rath-Michael reached out and grabbed his hand.
- Thanks…- He whispered.
The man squeezed his hand and turned to Zan and Vilandra.
- Why is he still hurting? - He was confused.
- He’s Royal Blooded. Zan`s not, so he can heal him but can’t take the pain away. - She explained.
The man nodded. He watched Rath-Michael get up slowly, wincing, and taking a deep breath. Vilandra rushed to his arms and kissed him.
- I need to lie down, let’s go. - Rath-Michael turned to the man. - I don’t know your name. -
- Shenti, my lord. - He said, tipping his head in respect.
- Mine’s Rath-Michael, not my lord. - The boy smirked behind a wince.
Shenti smiled and nodded, as Vilandra’s arm went around Rath-Michael’s waist and they headed back towards the castle. Zan and Shenti walked behind them until the couple in front of them stopped and they heard Vilandra’s worried voice.
- Are you alright? -
- Yeah…hold it a sec, ok? - He was leaning forwards, bracing his hands on his thighs and breathing hard.
- What’s wrong? - Zan knew his cousin could take a lot of pain.
- I’m dizzy…it’s passing…- He started straightening up and his shirt was soaked in sweat.
- I don’t think he should be walking. - Shenti observed.
- If you follow the track you’ll arrive at the stables. Get Geehan, hurry up! - Vilandra agreed with him and sent him off.
Zan placed his arm around Rath-Michael’s shoulders and they started going slowly down the track. They had to stop a couple more times before Shenti and Geehan came running up to them.
The black man took the boy away from his cousins and into his arms, hugging him close. Then he gently eased him over his shoulder. As a slave, he had no right to ask any questions, but Vilandra told him what had happened, and Shenti found out at the same time. As they arrived at the castle’s door, the new Antares soldier respectfully took his leave and walked away reluctantly.
Rath-Michael spent two days burning with fever and in constant pain that wasn’t getting any better. Zan reluctantly accepted the healers’ back up, but nothing they did controlled the fever. They managed to bring it down for a couple of hours to have it flare back as bad as before. It was the queen who came early on the third day with a shaman, or healer, from the Andes people. She apologized to Zan and the healers, but they had to accept that the boy wasn’t getting any better. The shaman said he needed to know exactly what had happened, and Zan went red with shame as Vilandra told him what he wanted. Then he needed to see the place where it happened and Zan took him there. When they came back, the shaman said the problem was the tree. It had been planted by them from the seeds that came from their original planet. A sliver from it had entered Rath-Michael’s body and Zan had fused it into the shattered bone as he healed it, but it was in there and that’s what was causing the problem, until it came out. Zan couldn’t identify it cause he wasn’t familiar with it, as it didn’t belong to his planet. They needed to take him to their village, it had to be done there.
- I will go with him. - Vilandra clung to his hand.
- I am sorry, but it’s not possible. The man who helped you, who is he? - The shaman asked.
- He said something about being a prisoner from a battle, that had joined the Antares army and that uncle Ramthis had set him free that morning. - Vilandra remembered each and every word clearly. - His name is Shenti. -
- Right, from the Ashoktee battle. Rath-Michael stopped my soldiers from killing him when he surrendered, so I accepted him as his prisoner. He’s a good man, I trust him. - Ramthis confirmed.
- He must come with him. - The shaman said.
- I’m the one who should go with him! - Zan demanded.
- I am sorry, but I must insist on this man Shenti. His energy will be positive for the healing. - The man was adamant.
- Why? - Zan was getting very angry.
- Because he was an enemy and now he is not. Because he is not related, and will not be involved with his feelings. Because he is not a healer and will not interfere with our methods. That is what the boy needs if you want him to live. - The man’s reasons made sense.
- You are right. I accept your demands. Where do we have to take him? - Ramthis asked.
- We will come for him, and take him into the tunnels from right here. He must not see the sunlight until we heal him. We will be here at sundown. He must not eat but give him plenty of water. - The man nodded and left.
Vilandra and Zan stayed with him all day, following the man’s instructions. Ramthis went to talk with Shenti and asked him if he was willing to do what the shaman wanted. Shenti said it would be an honour. Ramthis took him to the castle and they spent the day with the half conscious boy, bathing his body with soft pieces of wet cloth. Rath-Michael’s constant moans and laboured breathing had his family on edge, he was delirious, writhing and muttering incoherently. By sundown, the shaman came with three other men, bringing a simple stretcher made of the limb where the “accident” had happened, cut in two pieces and held together by a strong multicoloured woven cloth with strange designs typical of the Andes people. They were all dressed in robes of this material and handed one for Shenti to wear as he carried Rath-Michael with the other three. They laid him on the stretcher very carefully as the shaman walked beside him with his hand pressed on the middle of his back over his heart. The trapdoor leading into the tunnel was cunningly hidden in the corner of a small inside patio, and the rough stone stairs going down under the castle, descended in a gentle slope. They walked for at least half an hour and the place was getting hot and humid. Soon, the sound of gurgling water was heard, and they arrived at a small cave with cascading water all around it, coming from inside the walls and falling in a steaming pool with two streams running against the walls on opposite sides and disappearing into underground rivers. Shenti discovered the source of hot water in the castle and was pleasantly surprised to find out it came from natural thermal springs. The place was lit by the spectral light from the moons than filtered through the cracks on the roof of the cave. Two of the men eased Rath-Michael into the shallow pool, one sliding his hands under his chest and the other under his thighs. His cheek was laid on a flat stone at one edge, keeping it above the transparent water so he could breathe. The shaman fished his hands out of the water and brought them up on the edge. He gestured for Shenti to come over and told him to sit by the boy and hold his hands in his. Rath-Michael needed to know he was there for him. He had been there to save his life and now the man would be there when they saved his. The shaman took a small axe from a niche in the rock wall and carved some slivers off the branch. The stretcher was wrapped in what looked like leather, and placed against the wall, looking like part of it. Then from a larger niche, a box peppered with holes was brought out by the shaman and when he opened the lid, Shenti eyes went wide with fright as a yard long silver snake was dropped into the water with the boy. The shaman tossed a few slivers of wood on the surface, and the snake seeked them out and ate them. It seemed still hungry, searching for more and then started swimming up between Rath-Michael’s thighs. Shenti started to let go off the boy’s hands to get up and do something about the snake, but the shaman moved behind him and leant down hard on his shoulders holding him down and whispering : “Don’t let go of his hands, the snake feeds on the wood of the tree which hurt him, and will get the sliver out that is poisoning his body. Let it do what it needs, trust me.” Shenti noticed the other men standing around the pool with relaxed expressions on their faces, he was the only one who watched open mouthed as the snake hissed before it bit hard into the skin over the boy’s tailbone. Rath-Michael gasped and grunted as the snake bit again and again, making the crystal clear water murky with the boy’s red blood. Rath-Michael was hissing and slithering much like the snake, as the shaman nodded and smiled. When the snake started leaving the pool, the shaman rewarded it with a handful of wooden slivers which he dropped in the box in front of it. It went to finish eating and the shaman covered the box and placed it back in the niche. The shaman sat by Shenti and told him they had to wait now as the thermal waters made Rath-Michael sweat the poison completely out of his body, and they would know it was over when the water of the pool in which he was lying became crystal clear again. While they waited, the shaman explained what he had done. He had captured the snake right after he left the castle. He knew that species feed on the wood many times a day, so he made sure it would be very hungry by now. The few slivers he had given it had just opened its apetite, and his senses took it straight to the one inside Rath-Michael’s body. It had no problem finding it and biting its way to it, as they had seen. The slivers from those trees were very hard to retrieve when they buried in the flesh, which was usually in the hands, as the cloth woven by their people was strong enough to prevent them getting through it. They were used to have the snakes pull out the slivers that way. They always did it here, because the hot and humid invironment made people sweat and the strong scent of the wood came out with it, so it was easier for the snake to locate where the sliver was and bite it out. The snake’s fangs were very hard and sharp so it had no trouble to get it out of the bone itself. The fangs were hollow so that once it found the sliver, it just sucked it up through them. He chuckled when he said he had never seen a sliver stuck in such an unusual place. Then he mumbled something in his native tongue and the other men broke out laughing with him. He translated to Shenti that they should fill with slivers the balls of the one who did this to him and have the snake bite them off. Shenti joined in the laughter and wished he could do it. When the water cleared out, the shaman called the two men and eased Rath-Michael out of the pool as he retrieved a thick blanket of their typical cloth from another niche and placed it on the ground near the wall. They laid the boy on it and the shaman took the box with the snake and told Shenti that they would have to spend the night there and he would have to make the boy feel comfortable any way he needed. He winked at him and took his leave.
- What are you going to do with the snake? - Shenti wondered.
- Let it loose, it is harmless to people, and has saved a life, it is fair. -
Shenti totally agreed and went to the boy.
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Me again, I just noticed my translator misnumber the last chapter 120 when it should have been 220. Apologies from me, the translator.
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Chapter 221
He kissed his back feeling his heart beating strongly, and lay beside him. The boy snuggled against him and when he laid his face and his hand on his chest, he took him in his arms. He reached down and caressed the boy’s smooth strong thigh and slid it over his legs so that the hard young body was half over his. He kept going up and dug his fingers into the firm muscular ass, as the boy purred and pushed back into his hand. He remembered what the healer had done to him and told himself this boy was quite sexually active in that way in spite of his age, and apparently with the girl too, from what he had sensed from them.
He had heard the soldiers’ stories of his interaction with the black slave how they would give anything to be in the slaves place, but of course, he had no reason to believe them. Soldiers loved tall tales, specially of their leaders.
He held the boy close to him feeling the reaction to his groping hand as the boy pushed his erection into his pubic hair, grazing his own hard cock. Was the boy seeking his submission instead? He had never been with a man, and that was definitely not what he wanted. He realized he was getting crossed signals because the vibes he was getting from the boy were completely the other way round.
- No my prince, as much as I want it, I can’t. It would be a total disrespect to your Royal Blood. I’m too little for you, it’s your fevered state that is doing this, not the real you. - He babbled, trying to convince himself that what was happening was just in his head.
He had a moment of confusion when the boy slid his thigh away from him and back to his side. Then his arm was raised above his head as he turned away from him and rested his cheek on it. He was thankful and at the same time disappointed that he had got his point through. But then Rath-Michael rolled his body back into Shenti’s, pressing his ass against his hip in a demanding way, confirming his intention. Shenti’s body reacted on instincts as he couldn’t stop rolling into him, with his arm still held captive under the boy and holding him against his body. His other hand glided over the tight soft flesh, caressing the boy’s ribs, then his hip to his thigh, his fingers digging into the back of it as the boy raised it higher, flexing his knee and trapping his fingers between the taut muscles of his leg. Shenti chuckled and pulled his hand free going up again and grabbing the round butt with his fingers groping into the warmth in the middle. Rath-Michael’s moans were turning into cat-like purrs as the fingers torturously eluded their mutually desired target and proceeded lower, tickling the boys balls. He growled and squirmed, then sighed as he felt them retracing and skimming against the sensitive opening. Shenti felt it contract against his pinkie and keep spasming over the other three, as he continued to the ticklish dip over the healing tailbone and up his spine to his waist. Shenti was so hard, his cock was glued to his belly and when Rath-Michael bucked back against it, Shenti slid his hand to the boy’s butt and spread him enough to nestle it in his warmth. Rath-Michael rubbed his ass up and down against it and groaned a protest when Shenti moved back and forced his cock down, pushing it high up between the boy’s thighs. Once there, he let it go and it bounced up rubbing against his balls and the base of his cock, also glued to his belly. Shenti’s concentration to hold back was losing ground when he felt his precum starting to reach the tip. He carefully slid back until the two openings were lost in a kiss, and he moved it in a circle, so the spilling precum slicked the boy up. The velvety tissues caressing each other were taking their toll and the boy’s constant bucking was making it very hard for Shenti to keep preventing the penetration the boy was going for. His groans of frustration were giving the man what his sensible brain told him he should consider false illusions of being worthy, and his common sense kept coming to his rescue…so far.
What happened then, was something he had never experienced before in his life. He felt his cum rising with the speed of light and the boy was obviously sensing it too, cause he timed his move in perfect sync and bucked hard. What little remained of Shenti’s control, allowed just enough of the head of his cock to ease in, making sure the unstoppable rush of hot sperm shot into the boy as deep as it could go under the circumstances. Rath-Michael, for once in his life, knew he had to relax to make it happen, and gasped as he felt the burning thick goop entering his body, and he lay still feeling every drop, to the last one.
Shenti simply couldn’t believe it! He had never jumped the gun before! It couldn’t be happening, but his senses had some good news : he had injected his load into the boy without an actual desecration of his body, so his dignity was somewhat intact. He felt a little better when his cock went soft and posed no further threat to the boy, but something was missing. Rath- Michael was writhing and moaning in dire need of relief. He was making him suffer and that wasn’t right. He rolled the boy’s hips what little was left to have him completely on his stomach and knew what he had to do when he watched him brace himself up on his knees, raising his ass to him. Shenti knelt behind the spread thighs and felt them moving further apart. His cum was beginning to drip out of the boy’s ass when he pushed his finger smoothly into the tight passage. The boy was clenching hard, apparently resisting him, but his husky whispers of “Yes, yes… hard… ungh!” had him complying to his lusty voice as Rath-Michael forced his body back into his hand. He had the impression that his cock would have barely made it in there, the way his finger was gripped, but he had seen with his own eyes, believe it or not, how the healer’s cock had, and it was as large as his. The boy was incredibly tight! He knew he had just joined the crowd of soldiers that wished they could be inside him. The boy was twisting every which way until he placed the tip of his finger on the pulsing spot towards his front. Shenti had heard what that gland did to the boy and attacked it mercilessly, his finger in a vice as the moaning, whimpering, sobbing boy started coming. He shoved another finger into him, in the opposite direction, thrusting as deep as it would go and boy’s contractions had his cock threatening to rise again. It took all his will power to keep it from happening, concentrating in what his fingers were doing to Rath-Michael. The boy’s last squeeze and sob held a wince, and Shenti slowed down, feeling the grip relaxing. Rath-Michael was breathing hard, sighing and still moaning. Shenti slowly slid his fingers out as the boy growled a protest, but let it happen, barely squeezing with what was left of his strength. One finger was softly pressed at the entrance and the man felt his abundant seed asking for release. He moved it aside, getting it coated to the knuckle, and then plunging it in and out a few times, cherishing the boy’s gasps and whimpers, holding him with his returning strength. When he finally pulled out and didn’t return, the boy gave a last writhe and combined a sigh with a moan. Shenti welcomed a shard of light from one of the passing moons, shining right where he wanted it. He used both his hands to keep the relaxing globes spread to gloat on the globs of his cum slipping out of the boy. That’s when he noticed them, they looked like two fresh tears, bright red, as if they wanted to bleed but didn’t make up their minds to do so. He touched them tentatively, and the boy jerked and grunted. They were burning hot, and sensitive to the touch as he had just found out. Had he been so rough? He felt bad, but on looking closer, turning the boy a little more towards the source of light, they now looked like scars, threatening to burst open and not quite getting there. What had they done to him! It must’ve been the black slave, the soldiers said he was huge! Then how could the boy be so tight? It didn’t make sense. He touched the one towards the front and the image of the girl flashed at him. He shook his head sure his mind was playing tricks on him. He moved to the other one and now the healer flashed in front of his eyes. It had been too much, that’s what it was. He was hallucinating! They couldn’t have done that to him! The healer perhaps, but the girl? No, no, impossible! He decided not to go where it didn’t concern him and let the boy rest and sleep. He didn’t know how lucky he had been that Rath-Michael had come without his cock inside him or he would have had the rage of Zan and Vilandra on him with the ensuing bleeding, which would have required their immediate presence to witness his guilt. She might have been able to compromise, but Zan would have wanted his head on a platter. Of course he would have had to get Rath-Michael and his uncle Ramthis to do it, and they wouldn’t have agreed with him. But still Shenti would have made an enemy of Zan, and that wasn’t good. The shaman and a helper arrived at the break of day and found Shenti already awake as the efficient soldier he was. The shaman had them ease Rath-Michael into the pool again and sent his helper to bring the boy’s family to him. Then, he had Shenti wash away all traces of the sexual interaction assuring him that part of the rite would be their secret to disclose only by the two involved, if they saw fit. Rath-Michael was still sleeping peacefully when they arrived, and it was Vilandra’s kisses and touches that finally woke him up. At the same time, Michael woke up to Isabel’s lips on his cheek and her hands on his hair and shoulder, worriedly asking him if he was ok.
He kissed his back feeling his heart beating strongly, and lay beside him. The boy snuggled against him and when he laid his face and his hand on his chest, he took him in his arms. He reached down and caressed the boy’s smooth strong thigh and slid it over his legs so that the hard young body was half over his. He kept going up and dug his fingers into the firm muscular ass, as the boy purred and pushed back into his hand. He remembered what the healer had done to him and told himself this boy was quite sexually active in that way in spite of his age, and apparently with the girl too, from what he had sensed from them.
He had heard the soldiers’ stories of his interaction with the black slave how they would give anything to be in the slaves place, but of course, he had no reason to believe them. Soldiers loved tall tales, specially of their leaders.
He held the boy close to him feeling the reaction to his groping hand as the boy pushed his erection into his pubic hair, grazing his own hard cock. Was the boy seeking his submission instead? He had never been with a man, and that was definitely not what he wanted. He realized he was getting crossed signals because the vibes he was getting from the boy were completely the other way round.
- No my prince, as much as I want it, I can’t. It would be a total disrespect to your Royal Blood. I’m too little for you, it’s your fevered state that is doing this, not the real you. - He babbled, trying to convince himself that what was happening was just in his head.
He had a moment of confusion when the boy slid his thigh away from him and back to his side. Then his arm was raised above his head as he turned away from him and rested his cheek on it. He was thankful and at the same time disappointed that he had got his point through. But then Rath-Michael rolled his body back into Shenti’s, pressing his ass against his hip in a demanding way, confirming his intention. Shenti’s body reacted on instincts as he couldn’t stop rolling into him, with his arm still held captive under the boy and holding him against his body. His other hand glided over the tight soft flesh, caressing the boy’s ribs, then his hip to his thigh, his fingers digging into the back of it as the boy raised it higher, flexing his knee and trapping his fingers between the taut muscles of his leg. Shenti chuckled and pulled his hand free going up again and grabbing the round butt with his fingers groping into the warmth in the middle. Rath-Michael’s moans were turning into cat-like purrs as the fingers torturously eluded their mutually desired target and proceeded lower, tickling the boys balls. He growled and squirmed, then sighed as he felt them retracing and skimming against the sensitive opening. Shenti felt it contract against his pinkie and keep spasming over the other three, as he continued to the ticklish dip over the healing tailbone and up his spine to his waist. Shenti was so hard, his cock was glued to his belly and when Rath-Michael bucked back against it, Shenti slid his hand to the boy’s butt and spread him enough to nestle it in his warmth. Rath-Michael rubbed his ass up and down against it and groaned a protest when Shenti moved back and forced his cock down, pushing it high up between the boy’s thighs. Once there, he let it go and it bounced up rubbing against his balls and the base of his cock, also glued to his belly. Shenti’s concentration to hold back was losing ground when he felt his precum starting to reach the tip. He carefully slid back until the two openings were lost in a kiss, and he moved it in a circle, so the spilling precum slicked the boy up. The velvety tissues caressing each other were taking their toll and the boy’s constant bucking was making it very hard for Shenti to keep preventing the penetration the boy was going for. His groans of frustration were giving the man what his sensible brain told him he should consider false illusions of being worthy, and his common sense kept coming to his rescue…so far.
What happened then, was something he had never experienced before in his life. He felt his cum rising with the speed of light and the boy was obviously sensing it too, cause he timed his move in perfect sync and bucked hard. What little remained of Shenti’s control, allowed just enough of the head of his cock to ease in, making sure the unstoppable rush of hot sperm shot into the boy as deep as it could go under the circumstances. Rath-Michael, for once in his life, knew he had to relax to make it happen, and gasped as he felt the burning thick goop entering his body, and he lay still feeling every drop, to the last one.
Shenti simply couldn’t believe it! He had never jumped the gun before! It couldn’t be happening, but his senses had some good news : he had injected his load into the boy without an actual desecration of his body, so his dignity was somewhat intact. He felt a little better when his cock went soft and posed no further threat to the boy, but something was missing. Rath- Michael was writhing and moaning in dire need of relief. He was making him suffer and that wasn’t right. He rolled the boy’s hips what little was left to have him completely on his stomach and knew what he had to do when he watched him brace himself up on his knees, raising his ass to him. Shenti knelt behind the spread thighs and felt them moving further apart. His cum was beginning to drip out of the boy’s ass when he pushed his finger smoothly into the tight passage. The boy was clenching hard, apparently resisting him, but his husky whispers of “Yes, yes… hard… ungh!” had him complying to his lusty voice as Rath-Michael forced his body back into his hand. He had the impression that his cock would have barely made it in there, the way his finger was gripped, but he had seen with his own eyes, believe it or not, how the healer’s cock had, and it was as large as his. The boy was incredibly tight! He knew he had just joined the crowd of soldiers that wished they could be inside him. The boy was twisting every which way until he placed the tip of his finger on the pulsing spot towards his front. Shenti had heard what that gland did to the boy and attacked it mercilessly, his finger in a vice as the moaning, whimpering, sobbing boy started coming. He shoved another finger into him, in the opposite direction, thrusting as deep as it would go and boy’s contractions had his cock threatening to rise again. It took all his will power to keep it from happening, concentrating in what his fingers were doing to Rath-Michael. The boy’s last squeeze and sob held a wince, and Shenti slowed down, feeling the grip relaxing. Rath-Michael was breathing hard, sighing and still moaning. Shenti slowly slid his fingers out as the boy growled a protest, but let it happen, barely squeezing with what was left of his strength. One finger was softly pressed at the entrance and the man felt his abundant seed asking for release. He moved it aside, getting it coated to the knuckle, and then plunging it in and out a few times, cherishing the boy’s gasps and whimpers, holding him with his returning strength. When he finally pulled out and didn’t return, the boy gave a last writhe and combined a sigh with a moan. Shenti welcomed a shard of light from one of the passing moons, shining right where he wanted it. He used both his hands to keep the relaxing globes spread to gloat on the globs of his cum slipping out of the boy. That’s when he noticed them, they looked like two fresh tears, bright red, as if they wanted to bleed but didn’t make up their minds to do so. He touched them tentatively, and the boy jerked and grunted. They were burning hot, and sensitive to the touch as he had just found out. Had he been so rough? He felt bad, but on looking closer, turning the boy a little more towards the source of light, they now looked like scars, threatening to burst open and not quite getting there. What had they done to him! It must’ve been the black slave, the soldiers said he was huge! Then how could the boy be so tight? It didn’t make sense. He touched the one towards the front and the image of the girl flashed at him. He shook his head sure his mind was playing tricks on him. He moved to the other one and now the healer flashed in front of his eyes. It had been too much, that’s what it was. He was hallucinating! They couldn’t have done that to him! The healer perhaps, but the girl? No, no, impossible! He decided not to go where it didn’t concern him and let the boy rest and sleep. He didn’t know how lucky he had been that Rath-Michael had come without his cock inside him or he would have had the rage of Zan and Vilandra on him with the ensuing bleeding, which would have required their immediate presence to witness his guilt. She might have been able to compromise, but Zan would have wanted his head on a platter. Of course he would have had to get Rath-Michael and his uncle Ramthis to do it, and they wouldn’t have agreed with him. But still Shenti would have made an enemy of Zan, and that wasn’t good. The shaman and a helper arrived at the break of day and found Shenti already awake as the efficient soldier he was. The shaman had them ease Rath-Michael into the pool again and sent his helper to bring the boy’s family to him. Then, he had Shenti wash away all traces of the sexual interaction assuring him that part of the rite would be their secret to disclose only by the two involved, if they saw fit. Rath-Michael was still sleeping peacefully when they arrived, and it was Vilandra’s kisses and touches that finally woke him up. At the same time, Michael woke up to Isabel’s lips on his cheek and her hands on his hair and shoulder, worriedly asking him if he was ok.
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Isabel was surprised when Michael called her “Lannie”. She placed her palm on his forehead and then the back of her hand on his cheek.
- I’m fine now. At least I didn’t see the snake…- Michael scoffed.
- What snake? What are you talking about? - Isabel’s eyes were huge.
Michael looked around and realized he wasn’t in the cave. It all looked so different.
- Where’s Shenti? Zan? - He was trying to figure out what had happened.
- Michael you’re scaring me! We better get to Serena right away, I’m sure she can explain it. It’s still too early but I would say this is an emergency! -
Isabel stepped behind him and started pulling him up with her arms around his waist.
- Wait, wait! - Michael resisted. - The trees, the shaman…yacu…- He shook his head.
- Ok, that’s it, we’re out of here! - She had Michael crawling out of the Jacuzzi, as she pushed his ass towards the bedroom. - Get up, c’mon! -
Michael obeyed as it all started falling back into place, much too slowly. Isabel waved him dry and pointed to riding clothes and jeans and t-shirt.
- Which? Right now I don’t mind riding behind you if it will get us there faster. - She watched him wince and took him in her arms.
- Are you hurting? What is it? - She whispered into his hair.
- I’ll probably pass out if I ride. Zan shattered my tailbone! - He emphasized. - And the snake had to…- He shook his head to clear it.
Isabel moved back and held him at arm’s length. She watched him wince.
- Michael, we’re in Tucson, at Laurie’s, your sister. She’s in school and Stuart, your doctor, is working at the hospital. Serena, next door? She’s invited us for lunch. She’s been…- Isabel gently reminded him.
- Taking us on a tour in Antar…it’s ok, now I remember. Sorry I scared you, it’s just that it was so vivid…yes, I’m sure she will explain the whole thing. - He sighed, blinking before nodding. - Yes, we’ll ride. -
She waved the right clothes on and they left for the stables. Michael walked quietly beside her and went to do his business like every day. He got on, sitting the horse gingerly at first, then wiggling his hips as Isabel watched the frown turn into a smirk, and she knew he was ok. He reached down for Isabel, and pulled her up behind him as if she were a light skinny child. The horse whinnied and danced around making Michael chuckle when Isabel gave her small cries and clung to him for dear life.
- Hey, he’s just feeling good, he’s showing us he’s glad we’re riding him, that’s all! - Michael patted the horse’s neck whispering something to him.
He calmed down after a few strides and they made it to Serena’s in one piece, to Isabel’s relief. She didn’t doubt Michael’s riding skills but right now, he wasn’t completely himself. He eased her down by the steps to the pool as Serena came out of the house to greet them.
- Well, I wasn’t hoping for help, but this sure is a bonus! - She smiled before she noticed Isabel’s worried look. - What is it? -
- Michael had some kind of weird dream or flashes…C’mon Michael, will you hurry up? - Isabel was very impatient.
Michael nodded and left to take the horse to the corrall. Isabel knew he would take his time to make sure the animal had everything he needed to be comfortable before he came back to them. She told Serena what she knew and saw her flinch when she mentioned the snake.
- It didn’t do him any harm, quite the contrary, as you will see, but the experience was far from pleasant. Your brother had one of his…- She was
wondering how to put it.
- Zan moments. - Isabel finished for her.
- No, Max had nothing to do with it, it was pure Zan. - Serena assured her.
- He didn’t have to do that! - Michael came up the steps with a wincing frown.
- Come here. - Serena received him in her arms and hugged him tight.
When she let go, the look that passed between them, made Isabel’s heart give a start. Serena took their hands and led them to the mats, placing three on the floor, close together. She gave them a small smile.
- We can always order lunch, or go to the mall. Michael, you in the middle, ok? - She lay down on one mat and Isabel on the other.
Looking up at the sky, both women were glad it was cloudy, so the sun wasn’t hard on their eyes. Michael had no problems, comfortable lying the other way round, he faced Serena with closed eyes, while he held both their hands. Still the older woman wisely played it safe, not risking it if the clouds decided to move on. She waved a large parasol over their bodies, keeping them cool and protected.
- Serena, shouldn’t I be in contact with you too? - Isabel thought that was missing.
- No need, dear, we’re all family here, remember? - Her last word already sounded under water and they were in Antar reliving what Michael had just gone through. For Michael, it would be a guided tour, so he would understand what he hadn’t been aware of before. By the time they arrived at the moment in which Michael had woken up, it became new to him too.
- Rath-Michael, Rath-Michael, please, open your eyes! - Vilandra was kissing them as she begged him to do what she asked.
Rath-Michael raised his arm to keep her away and be able to comply without getting her tongue in his eye. He took a deep breath and woke up with Vilandra’s worried face in front of his as she bent over him with his head on her lap. He smirked and a scoff made him turn to find Zan giving Shenti an ugly look. Rath-Michael pushed up and winced as he felt electricity travel up and down his spine when the Shaman reached down and helped him up. It had really been a reflex action, as it was more tickly than painful. Vilandra’s eyes turned anguished as Shenti took a step towards them and she also saw the murderous glare Zan was giving him. The look on the older man’s eyes froze the soldier on the spot. He nodded and obeyed. Once Rath-Michael was on his feet, he went to Zan and his eyes shot Gandarium blue fire into his cousin’s coal black ones.
- Why did you zap me? Do you know how many times you deserved to be zapped and I didn’t? You almost got me killed once and I was real hurt for protecting you, but I didn’t even zap your stupid ears when I still could. And we hadn’t done the ritual yet. So you’re taking advantage of the situation, is that it? That’s real low Zan, even for you! - Michael spoke very calmly, his way of showing his fury, biting every word out. - I’m glad Shenti was here with me, because I wouldn’t have accepted you along, if you had begged. You aren’t worth it! You would have soiled your clothes if you had seen what had to be done to me. -
Vilandra paled at his words, not wanting to imagine what had gone on in that cave. Shenti looked at Rath-Michael in total confusion, sure the boy had been wracked with pain and unable to see what was happening behind him. The Shaman caught his eye and Shenti remembered Rath-Michael’s wince when the older man had touched him. That’s when he must have passed all the information to him.
- You still might do it…- Rath-Michael turned to the Shaman and ordered : - Show them! -
He held Vilandra and the queen in his arms and pushed their faces into his chest to spare them of the shocking sight.
- No Rath-Michael, we have to know! - The queen gently disentangled herself from her nephew’s arm and Vilandra did so too.
They stood beside him, clutching his hands as the Shaman did his magic, and like in an Earth movie screen, he replayed the snake’s healing ritual since their arrival at the cave until they left the boy with Shenti. The queen and her daughter had tears running down their eyes. Zan was shaking, white as a sheet, and the king and Ramthis looked on, stern as was expected of the king and warlord. Shenti looked shaken but stoic, seeming even worse, now that he was reliving the horror and knowing what was coming. When it was over, Rath-Michael went to stand in front of his dumbstruck cousin and took his revenge.
- Good for you! You didn’t even pee yourself! There’s hope for him, huh? - He turned to his still shocked audience with a smirk and quick as a flash, he moved beside Zan and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt dragging him along with him.
- No Rath-Michael, please, whatever you have in mind, don’t do it! - Zan’s voice was shrill as his younger cousin stopped a couple of steps away from the pool. - It’s a trick! I’m sure it’s full of snakes. They come in the water, right? The box thing was an illusion, to trick me, I know! -
Zan had managed to stand in front of Rath-Michael, not wanting to look at the water, and mostly because he had been allowed to. He had fallen into the trap as Rath-Michael chuckled and pushed him back into the pool. Zan’s screams had everyone covering their ears, only Rath-Michael was enjoying them as he watched Zan do his frog-like dance with his spindly legs like he had some years ago in another shallow pool.
- SHUT UP ZAN! - The king’s voice boomed almost like Ramthis’ in his exasperation, as he was still covering his ears not to hear his son’s shrieking.
Zan’s mouth closed like a trap door on a spring when he heard his father.
- There are no snakes and the pool is so shallow you can just sit on it! Now, get out of here! I don’t want to see you until I’m up to it again! - Zeolan was livid.
Zan got up and ran out of the cave. The queen approached the Shaman and thanked him, apologizing for the unpleasant incident. The older man gave her an understanding smile and turned away in the opposite direction from which they had come, back to his people.
- Let’s get out of here! - Zeolan spat in an irritated voice, and turned to Rath-Michael. - Are you alright, boy? -
- Yes uncle, sure. - He knew the king was seething.
- Are you in pain? - This time from his father, the warlord.
- I can take it. - The boy shrugged and turned to walk between Vilandra and the queen, who had their arms around him.
They left him in his room with Vilandra, where they stayed all day. She asked him what had happened with Shenti, as they had felt the jolts from their brands but knowing it somehow hadn’t been consummated. They were lying on the bed, knowing Zan was at his spy hole, so Rath-Michael had his back to him to drive him nuts. He whispered in Vilandra’s ear, making Zan pull his hair by the roots, not being able to hear a thing. Rath-Michael teasingly, had Vilandra’s face in Zan’s plain view, so he could see her every reaction to his words and gnash his teeth in fury. “Oh sure,” Rath-Michael thought, “he’ll make me pay dearly for this. Well, bring it on cousin, and let’s see who is the better man, or the man, period.” Zan didn’t come out of his room until next day for his classes. His face was pinched and the couple next door to him knew he had been jacking himself dry as they had been fucking Zan’s eyes off. Even the king, angry as he was, had to ask.
- Zan, you don’t look well. -
- I just didn’t sleep much, that’s all. -
Rath-Michael had a terrible day at the barracks. The second he had sat his horse at the stables, the sharp pain shot up his spine and spread all over his body. But stubborn as usual, he decided not to let it get to him. He wisely walked all the way to the training area biting down the pain. There, he nudged the animal into a trot and he almost passed out. Ramthis watched him slump down wincing on the horse’s neck and walked up to him. He placed his hand on his thigh and squeezed it.
- You don’t need this. Go lie down and rest until the pain goes away. Don’t do this to you. -
Rath-Michael felt another hand on his other thigh and the familiar voice.
- You have nothing to prove. Everyone knows the man you are. I should know. -
Struggling, Rath-Michael turned to that side and met Shenti’s eyes, full of admiration and love. He received him in his arms, easing him off the horse beside him and let Geehan, who had run up to them, carry him on his shoulder to the small guardian’s room. He laid him down on the bed and let him rest until he was breathing easy again and the pain was bearable enough to relax.
- Take care of him. - Shenti smiled at Geehan, now he was sure of their relationship and couldn’t feel jealous, seeing again the black slave’s love for the boy.
- Shenti, thanks. - Rath-Michael’s voice was husky.
- I’ll be back after the training, you’re not rid of me yet. - He laughed and he had barely placed his hand on the boy’s ass when he became self-conscious and started sliding it away.
The black hand held his wrist and kept the hand where it was. Shenti turned to look at the slave, and met his friendly smile. He smiled back and nodded as the man let him go. Shenti gave the warm butt a squeeze followed by a couple of pats.
- Try to sleep, ok? - He whispered before he left.
- Sleep, Rath-Michael, your friend’s right. I’ll help you. - Geehan’s expert hands started massaging the boy’s back area, covering every spot, but the sore one.
Soon the boy was sleeping with the slave sitting beside the bed, the boy’s hand held fast in his. By the time his father and Shenti came to him, he had slept easily over three hours. Ramthis’ booming voice had his eyes opening
and wincing as he tried to jump up, thinking he was about to go into battle.
- Hey, easy there, we need to get you home. I have called a small transporter…- Ramthis began.
- What? I’m not crippled! I can ride back at a walk the same way I came. It was the trot that almost killed me! - He got up and felt really up to it.
Ramthis looked at Shenti and rolled his eyes. They all tried to convince him but the boy was adamant.
- Alright then, but under one condition. - Shenti said as they all turned to him.
- Your father rides beside you, and Geehan and I walk on either side of your horse in case you go into acrobatics. - Shenti kept a straight face for just a few seconds before he started laughing and the others couldn’t help joining in.
Even Rath-Michael himself smirked and accepted the challenge. Geehan brought his horse and this time he accepted the leg up he had refused in the morning and regretted later. The pain was there, all right, but Rath-Michael knew he could make it home. He spent a full week in bed, submitting to what would be acupuncture on Earth in the hands of the Shaman, who had been summoned again by the queen. He used these spines from medicinal plants grown in their village, and though he jab was painful, and it hurt dully until the spine was removed, the pain was gradually going away. The king kept Zan learning some badly needed special diplomatic techniques every afternoon at the queen’s insistence, so that Shenti and Vilandra could hold Rath-Michael’s hands while he suffered the Shaman’s torture. Vilandra made a special friendship with the man, and assured him that her scar on Rath-Michael would never bleed for him. She hoped she would find the way to convince Zan but she wasn’t very hopeful. Isabel promised them she would find a way to get them together in spite of the threat of Zan’s scar, and was working on it very determined to do so.
The first day of the next week, Rath-Michael was riding again as if nothing had happened.
Isabel was surprised when Michael called her “Lannie”. She placed her palm on his forehead and then the back of her hand on his cheek.
- I’m fine now. At least I didn’t see the snake…- Michael scoffed.
- What snake? What are you talking about? - Isabel’s eyes were huge.
Michael looked around and realized he wasn’t in the cave. It all looked so different.
- Where’s Shenti? Zan? - He was trying to figure out what had happened.
- Michael you’re scaring me! We better get to Serena right away, I’m sure she can explain it. It’s still too early but I would say this is an emergency! -
Isabel stepped behind him and started pulling him up with her arms around his waist.
- Wait, wait! - Michael resisted. - The trees, the shaman…yacu…- He shook his head.
- Ok, that’s it, we’re out of here! - She had Michael crawling out of the Jacuzzi, as she pushed his ass towards the bedroom. - Get up, c’mon! -
Michael obeyed as it all started falling back into place, much too slowly. Isabel waved him dry and pointed to riding clothes and jeans and t-shirt.
- Which? Right now I don’t mind riding behind you if it will get us there faster. - She watched him wince and took him in her arms.
- Are you hurting? What is it? - She whispered into his hair.
- I’ll probably pass out if I ride. Zan shattered my tailbone! - He emphasized. - And the snake had to…- He shook his head to clear it.
Isabel moved back and held him at arm’s length. She watched him wince.
- Michael, we’re in Tucson, at Laurie’s, your sister. She’s in school and Stuart, your doctor, is working at the hospital. Serena, next door? She’s invited us for lunch. She’s been…- Isabel gently reminded him.
- Taking us on a tour in Antar…it’s ok, now I remember. Sorry I scared you, it’s just that it was so vivid…yes, I’m sure she will explain the whole thing. - He sighed, blinking before nodding. - Yes, we’ll ride. -
She waved the right clothes on and they left for the stables. Michael walked quietly beside her and went to do his business like every day. He got on, sitting the horse gingerly at first, then wiggling his hips as Isabel watched the frown turn into a smirk, and she knew he was ok. He reached down for Isabel, and pulled her up behind him as if she were a light skinny child. The horse whinnied and danced around making Michael chuckle when Isabel gave her small cries and clung to him for dear life.
- Hey, he’s just feeling good, he’s showing us he’s glad we’re riding him, that’s all! - Michael patted the horse’s neck whispering something to him.
He calmed down after a few strides and they made it to Serena’s in one piece, to Isabel’s relief. She didn’t doubt Michael’s riding skills but right now, he wasn’t completely himself. He eased her down by the steps to the pool as Serena came out of the house to greet them.
- Well, I wasn’t hoping for help, but this sure is a bonus! - She smiled before she noticed Isabel’s worried look. - What is it? -
- Michael had some kind of weird dream or flashes…C’mon Michael, will you hurry up? - Isabel was very impatient.
Michael nodded and left to take the horse to the corrall. Isabel knew he would take his time to make sure the animal had everything he needed to be comfortable before he came back to them. She told Serena what she knew and saw her flinch when she mentioned the snake.
- It didn’t do him any harm, quite the contrary, as you will see, but the experience was far from pleasant. Your brother had one of his…- She was
wondering how to put it.
- Zan moments. - Isabel finished for her.
- No, Max had nothing to do with it, it was pure Zan. - Serena assured her.
- He didn’t have to do that! - Michael came up the steps with a wincing frown.
- Come here. - Serena received him in her arms and hugged him tight.
When she let go, the look that passed between them, made Isabel’s heart give a start. Serena took their hands and led them to the mats, placing three on the floor, close together. She gave them a small smile.
- We can always order lunch, or go to the mall. Michael, you in the middle, ok? - She lay down on one mat and Isabel on the other.
Looking up at the sky, both women were glad it was cloudy, so the sun wasn’t hard on their eyes. Michael had no problems, comfortable lying the other way round, he faced Serena with closed eyes, while he held both their hands. Still the older woman wisely played it safe, not risking it if the clouds decided to move on. She waved a large parasol over their bodies, keeping them cool and protected.
- Serena, shouldn’t I be in contact with you too? - Isabel thought that was missing.
- No need, dear, we’re all family here, remember? - Her last word already sounded under water and they were in Antar reliving what Michael had just gone through. For Michael, it would be a guided tour, so he would understand what he hadn’t been aware of before. By the time they arrived at the moment in which Michael had woken up, it became new to him too.
- Rath-Michael, Rath-Michael, please, open your eyes! - Vilandra was kissing them as she begged him to do what she asked.
Rath-Michael raised his arm to keep her away and be able to comply without getting her tongue in his eye. He took a deep breath and woke up with Vilandra’s worried face in front of his as she bent over him with his head on her lap. He smirked and a scoff made him turn to find Zan giving Shenti an ugly look. Rath-Michael pushed up and winced as he felt electricity travel up and down his spine when the Shaman reached down and helped him up. It had really been a reflex action, as it was more tickly than painful. Vilandra’s eyes turned anguished as Shenti took a step towards them and she also saw the murderous glare Zan was giving him. The look on the older man’s eyes froze the soldier on the spot. He nodded and obeyed. Once Rath-Michael was on his feet, he went to Zan and his eyes shot Gandarium blue fire into his cousin’s coal black ones.
- Why did you zap me? Do you know how many times you deserved to be zapped and I didn’t? You almost got me killed once and I was real hurt for protecting you, but I didn’t even zap your stupid ears when I still could. And we hadn’t done the ritual yet. So you’re taking advantage of the situation, is that it? That’s real low Zan, even for you! - Michael spoke very calmly, his way of showing his fury, biting every word out. - I’m glad Shenti was here with me, because I wouldn’t have accepted you along, if you had begged. You aren’t worth it! You would have soiled your clothes if you had seen what had to be done to me. -
Vilandra paled at his words, not wanting to imagine what had gone on in that cave. Shenti looked at Rath-Michael in total confusion, sure the boy had been wracked with pain and unable to see what was happening behind him. The Shaman caught his eye and Shenti remembered Rath-Michael’s wince when the older man had touched him. That’s when he must have passed all the information to him.
- You still might do it…- Rath-Michael turned to the Shaman and ordered : - Show them! -
He held Vilandra and the queen in his arms and pushed their faces into his chest to spare them of the shocking sight.
- No Rath-Michael, we have to know! - The queen gently disentangled herself from her nephew’s arm and Vilandra did so too.
They stood beside him, clutching his hands as the Shaman did his magic, and like in an Earth movie screen, he replayed the snake’s healing ritual since their arrival at the cave until they left the boy with Shenti. The queen and her daughter had tears running down their eyes. Zan was shaking, white as a sheet, and the king and Ramthis looked on, stern as was expected of the king and warlord. Shenti looked shaken but stoic, seeming even worse, now that he was reliving the horror and knowing what was coming. When it was over, Rath-Michael went to stand in front of his dumbstruck cousin and took his revenge.
- Good for you! You didn’t even pee yourself! There’s hope for him, huh? - He turned to his still shocked audience with a smirk and quick as a flash, he moved beside Zan and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt dragging him along with him.
- No Rath-Michael, please, whatever you have in mind, don’t do it! - Zan’s voice was shrill as his younger cousin stopped a couple of steps away from the pool. - It’s a trick! I’m sure it’s full of snakes. They come in the water, right? The box thing was an illusion, to trick me, I know! -
Zan had managed to stand in front of Rath-Michael, not wanting to look at the water, and mostly because he had been allowed to. He had fallen into the trap as Rath-Michael chuckled and pushed him back into the pool. Zan’s screams had everyone covering their ears, only Rath-Michael was enjoying them as he watched Zan do his frog-like dance with his spindly legs like he had some years ago in another shallow pool.
- SHUT UP ZAN! - The king’s voice boomed almost like Ramthis’ in his exasperation, as he was still covering his ears not to hear his son’s shrieking.
Zan’s mouth closed like a trap door on a spring when he heard his father.
- There are no snakes and the pool is so shallow you can just sit on it! Now, get out of here! I don’t want to see you until I’m up to it again! - Zeolan was livid.
Zan got up and ran out of the cave. The queen approached the Shaman and thanked him, apologizing for the unpleasant incident. The older man gave her an understanding smile and turned away in the opposite direction from which they had come, back to his people.
- Let’s get out of here! - Zeolan spat in an irritated voice, and turned to Rath-Michael. - Are you alright, boy? -
- Yes uncle, sure. - He knew the king was seething.
- Are you in pain? - This time from his father, the warlord.
- I can take it. - The boy shrugged and turned to walk between Vilandra and the queen, who had their arms around him.
They left him in his room with Vilandra, where they stayed all day. She asked him what had happened with Shenti, as they had felt the jolts from their brands but knowing it somehow hadn’t been consummated. They were lying on the bed, knowing Zan was at his spy hole, so Rath-Michael had his back to him to drive him nuts. He whispered in Vilandra’s ear, making Zan pull his hair by the roots, not being able to hear a thing. Rath-Michael teasingly, had Vilandra’s face in Zan’s plain view, so he could see her every reaction to his words and gnash his teeth in fury. “Oh sure,” Rath-Michael thought, “he’ll make me pay dearly for this. Well, bring it on cousin, and let’s see who is the better man, or the man, period.” Zan didn’t come out of his room until next day for his classes. His face was pinched and the couple next door to him knew he had been jacking himself dry as they had been fucking Zan’s eyes off. Even the king, angry as he was, had to ask.
- Zan, you don’t look well. -
- I just didn’t sleep much, that’s all. -
Rath-Michael had a terrible day at the barracks. The second he had sat his horse at the stables, the sharp pain shot up his spine and spread all over his body. But stubborn as usual, he decided not to let it get to him. He wisely walked all the way to the training area biting down the pain. There, he nudged the animal into a trot and he almost passed out. Ramthis watched him slump down wincing on the horse’s neck and walked up to him. He placed his hand on his thigh and squeezed it.
- You don’t need this. Go lie down and rest until the pain goes away. Don’t do this to you. -
Rath-Michael felt another hand on his other thigh and the familiar voice.
- You have nothing to prove. Everyone knows the man you are. I should know. -
Struggling, Rath-Michael turned to that side and met Shenti’s eyes, full of admiration and love. He received him in his arms, easing him off the horse beside him and let Geehan, who had run up to them, carry him on his shoulder to the small guardian’s room. He laid him down on the bed and let him rest until he was breathing easy again and the pain was bearable enough to relax.
- Take care of him. - Shenti smiled at Geehan, now he was sure of their relationship and couldn’t feel jealous, seeing again the black slave’s love for the boy.
- Shenti, thanks. - Rath-Michael’s voice was husky.
- I’ll be back after the training, you’re not rid of me yet. - He laughed and he had barely placed his hand on the boy’s ass when he became self-conscious and started sliding it away.
The black hand held his wrist and kept the hand where it was. Shenti turned to look at the slave, and met his friendly smile. He smiled back and nodded as the man let him go. Shenti gave the warm butt a squeeze followed by a couple of pats.
- Try to sleep, ok? - He whispered before he left.
- Sleep, Rath-Michael, your friend’s right. I’ll help you. - Geehan’s expert hands started massaging the boy’s back area, covering every spot, but the sore one.
Soon the boy was sleeping with the slave sitting beside the bed, the boy’s hand held fast in his. By the time his father and Shenti came to him, he had slept easily over three hours. Ramthis’ booming voice had his eyes opening
and wincing as he tried to jump up, thinking he was about to go into battle.
- Hey, easy there, we need to get you home. I have called a small transporter…- Ramthis began.
- What? I’m not crippled! I can ride back at a walk the same way I came. It was the trot that almost killed me! - He got up and felt really up to it.
Ramthis looked at Shenti and rolled his eyes. They all tried to convince him but the boy was adamant.
- Alright then, but under one condition. - Shenti said as they all turned to him.
- Your father rides beside you, and Geehan and I walk on either side of your horse in case you go into acrobatics. - Shenti kept a straight face for just a few seconds before he started laughing and the others couldn’t help joining in.
Even Rath-Michael himself smirked and accepted the challenge. Geehan brought his horse and this time he accepted the leg up he had refused in the morning and regretted later. The pain was there, all right, but Rath-Michael knew he could make it home. He spent a full week in bed, submitting to what would be acupuncture on Earth in the hands of the Shaman, who had been summoned again by the queen. He used these spines from medicinal plants grown in their village, and though he jab was painful, and it hurt dully until the spine was removed, the pain was gradually going away. The king kept Zan learning some badly needed special diplomatic techniques every afternoon at the queen’s insistence, so that Shenti and Vilandra could hold Rath-Michael’s hands while he suffered the Shaman’s torture. Vilandra made a special friendship with the man, and assured him that her scar on Rath-Michael would never bleed for him. She hoped she would find the way to convince Zan but she wasn’t very hopeful. Isabel promised them she would find a way to get them together in spite of the threat of Zan’s scar, and was working on it very determined to do so.
The first day of the next week, Rath-Michael was riding again as if nothing had happened.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 223
A gust of wind sent the parasol crashing away and Serena and Isabel sat up in fright. Michael just slept on and Isabel’s opened wide remembering what they had just witnessed. Serena nodded and Isabel shook her head.
- As you have seen, Zan did change a lot in the end, though his jealousy for Rath-Michael was never under total control, but in those early days before he came out in the open about the way he loved him, his behaviour towards him was so erratic, that it made it very hard for Rath-Michael to deal with. Zan could go whoring at the brothels, but he wanted Rath-Michael to stick to him and Vilandra. Rath-Michael had only one woman in his life and that was Vilandra. The fact that he was with many men, didn’t affect her, because she couldn’t consider competition guys he had to be with for political reasons. She was actually glad for the three guys who were nice to him, and for Geehan and Shenti, though the last one was their secret. Shenti was with Rath-Michael in the dream plane, thanks to Vilandra, who did just what you did last night to bring Michael and Maria together because of a distance problem. With Rath-Michael and Shenti it was a different problem, but it worked out just the same. Vivid though it was, Shenti wanted it to be real. He had the chance with the deals. The father of an old army mate was making helmets and Shenti got in touch with him to help him close a deal with the Antares army. The man was elderly, very straight and serious and he was outraged at the way the deals were closed, using the boy. Shenti told him Rath-Michael was his friend and he would close the deal with him because of their friendship but it had to be just between them, and the man agreed to let him do it. Of course in Antares, everyone thought the man closed the deal, only Rath-Michael and Vilandra knew it was done through Shenti. It broke the soldier’s heart to see the boy bleed and to have to rough him up at the end so Zan wouldn’t suspect. So it all came to Vilandra, his only female mate, and Zan, Geehan and Shenti, plus the three pleasant political links. It was nothing compared to all the women Zan used on a constant basis when he couldn’t have Rath-Michael, cause it was really him he craved after. Shenti loved Vilandra because she loved Rath-Michael just like him, truly caring for him, they considered themselves soul mates linked through the boy. Kind of like Stuart is, right? I’m so sorry to see that Michael has gone through such a lot of abuse and injustice here too, though he has found four girls who love him in their own way, though Laurie doesn’t count in the sexual plane cause she’s his sister, and a few guys too. I can say without margin of error that Kyle and Stuart really love him. Max is getting a little better than Zan, but he has his moments too. Still, he has suffered much more here because of the lack of a family plus the psychological torture along with the physical one as a child without the security of a home. That’s why he needs to feel loved here much more than he did in Antar. I’m glad you and Maria are getting along so well although you’re staying away from him sexually. Maria is making him bear it well, and I understand your reasons, Isabel, and Michael does too, but the attraction between you is still there, disguised as friendship. Michael is not afraid to show it openly and let go every now and then, and he understands and respects your reasons not to. So do I. - Serena smiled. - It wasn’t your fault, Isabel, and he didn’t blame you, but still you watched him die. I would also be scared to death to have to go through that again. -
They turned to look at Michael and both couldn’t help shuddering. Isabel, like Maria, hated to see Michael suffer, and they had seen him go through so much. She hoped after graduation, they would be able to find a way to live together and in peace. She doubted Maria would share Michael with her, but Stuart was a decent nice guy, and she would be happy just to have Michael near enough to make sure he was alright. Michael moaned and writhed in his sleep and they were both all over him.
- Michael, honey, I’m here, are you hungry? C’mon, wake up…please? - The girl coaxed, caressing his cheek and running her fingers through his hair.
- Isabel…- Michael whispered, and smiled.
- You see? - Serena arched her eyebrows at her and the girl blushed.
- C’mon kid, we’re hungry here, wake up, let’s go get some lunch, ok? -
Serena shook his shoulder gently.
Isabel winked at her and they rolled him as far as his side as he struggled and protested when they held him there. His eyes opened slowly and his wince turned into a smirk. He sighed.
- Ok, I’m yours. What do you want me to do? - He asked, still sleepy.
- We’re hungry! - They said together, glaring at him.
- You want to eat me? - He asked surprised.
- Michael! - Scolded Isabel. - Shame on you! We mean real food! -
- Ok, I’m in, anything you want…- He watched them shake their heads at him.
- Let’s go to the mall. - Serena decided and they went to get in her van.
Michael stretched out in the back seat and snoozed but they knew how to wake him up. By the time they got down and started walking towards the restaurants, they realized the stares they were getting were directed at Michael, in the middle, in snug riding pants and boots with a black sleeveless t-shirt. His arms were over their shoulders and theirs were wrapped around his waist. Isabel whispered to Serena behind Michael’s back.
- I’m an idiot! I should have changed his clothes in the van before we got down. Maria is going to kill me! - She giggled.
- Not if we keep him safe from all those drooling women. And we’re two! - Serena fisted her free hand and they broke out laughing.
- What? - Said Michael trying to look at himself over his shoulder, thinking maybe Isabel had waved his pants away.
- We’re getting you into normal clothes right away or we’ll end up in jail beating all those women away! - Exclaimed Isabel.
They maneuvered Michael into a store, and got him jeans and the hightop sneakers he liked. Isabel distracted the salesman as Serena waved the tight boots and pant off Michael as he stood behind the curtain. They were bagged and they paid and left. As they came out of the store, Michael said he would take the bag to the van and hurry back to them. They decided to meet at the Chinese. So Isabel and Serena patted his butt as he turned away from them and kept going. Soon after they saw Michael walking over with the female population still watching and drooling after him. As Michael sat down across from them, he noticed Serena and Isabel kept giving him these looks.
- Well, what now? - He asked innocently.
- Nothing! - They said amused and started eating.
Then they went for an ice cream and Michael was getting a little uncomfortable at the way the women kept looking at him, with these knowing smiles and talking quietly to each other.
- Alright Iz, what’s going on? - He knew they knew something, cause they were looking so smug and exchanging these weird smiles.
- Well, it’s definitely you…- Serena giggled.
- Oh yes…- Isabel agreed and giggled too.
Michael’s confusion came to an end when they both stuck their hands on the tears on both sides of his snug jeans showing part of his butt and thigh.
- Shit! Maria will kill me! Why did you do that? - Of course, he didn’t give a damn.
- Cause it looks good on you…- Isabel said innocently as Serena nodded.
- Ok, let’s go home. - He said, sighing and heading for the parking lot.
As they were arriving at Serena’s, Isabel’s cell phone rang and it was Laurie wondering where Michael and Moonshadow were, as she was already at the schooling ring. Isabel told her he would be right over. She waved Michael back into the riding outfit and made the tears in the jeans disappear. As Michael thundered towards Laurie, Isabel and Serena walked over at their own pace. Isabel received a second call from Stuart saying one of the other doctors had a family emergency and he would have to replace him in the night shift. That meant he would probably arrive at around 2:30am and sleep about 4 hours to be back at 7:00am. So tonight Stuart was out of the question, and anyway, she had promised to dream-walk Maria. Well, sometimes thing did happen for a reason. They sat by the fence and watched the riders until they finished the work out. As Michael was filling the bucket with water, he got this funny look and turned to Serena.
- What is “yacu te’empushian”? - He asked.
- Michael, you said “yacu” when you came out of the trance! - Isabel interrupted.
- It means “hot” or “boiling water”, that is what the Andes Shaman called the thermal waters of the pool where he took you for the snake ritual. -
- What? - Said Laurie, perplexed, as Michael just nodded and went on.
Isabel pulled Laurie aside and told her Michael had had a flashback and they would give it to all of them on the weekend.
By the time Michael and Laurie had showered and changed, they had a chick flick ready at the chimney room, and sent Michael flying to his room thankfully, to watch a hockey match. Sylvia was sent to get him for supper, so he taped what was left and joined them at the dining room, having some fun as Michael carried a giggling Sylvia down the stairs and placed her back carefully on her feet. She pretended to fall back and went to tickle Michael from behind, going for the inside of his thighs as he laughed trying to get away. They arrived at the dining room and tried to look serious, not very successfully, to the stern look Anita gave them. Sylvia rushed to the kitchen as Michael winked at her eliciting more giggles, before he dropped on a chair. Serena, Laurie and Isabel rolled their eyes shaking their heads and just had to laugh too. Those two behaved like kids, it was so innocent… Michael knew Sylvia was married to Javi and Sylvia just loved Laurie’s cute brother. That was all, Anita was the only one who didn’t understand it. Then it was another flick and Michael rushed to check what he had taped. He was half asleep when Isabel passed by to kiss him goodnight just after Laurie.
- Where’s Stuart? -Michael asked.
Isabel told him the change of plans and that it was ok because of her plans with Maria.
- Should I brace myself? - Michael winced.
- As far as I know, this has nothing to do with you…I don’t know about Maria but she wanted me to tell her… - Isabel stopped and looked down at her hands.
Michael took her hands in his and knew immediately what has happened.
- About Stuart. - He finished for her and sighed. - Congrats, Iz, I’m really glad for you. -
He leaned over and hugged her. She felt his sincerity and loved him even more, if that was possible.
- All right, go to her, and if you need me, I’ll be right here. - He smirked.
Isabel gave him a loud kiss on the cheek and watched him get comfortable and shut his eyes before she left.
Once in her bed, she lay back and closed her eyes. She summoned Maria’s mental picture and concentrated. Maria appeared in front of her, in a rocking chair with a multicoloured patchwork quilt over her legs. The image was rather disturbing.
“Maria! What are you doing there? You look like a granny!”
“Sorry, but this is how Grandma DeLuca looked in the only photograph I’ve seen of her. She died when I was 1 year old, so there’s no way I can remember her. I’ve always wanted to have a rocking chair and this is the quilt she was making for me and never finished, that’s why it only covers my legs.”
“Ok, Maria, well, I’m here, just like I told you.”
“Tell me about Stuart…no, first tell me about Michael. Is he ok now?”
“Oh yes, he just had this weird Antares flash in the Jacuzzi…-
“You were there with him?”
“Yes Maria, I was wearing a bathing suit…-
“And Michael?”
“You know Michael…”
“Commando, huh?”
“Yes, you definitely know him!”
“What was it about?”
“It’s rather long, I’ll tell you guys next weekend. I’m sure Liz can give you quite a preview.”
“Yeah, sorry, don’t let me keep you from Stuart, I know it was great, you’ll tell me about it when you feel like it, ok? I’m cool with it.”
“Stuart won’t be home until after 2:00am. He’s replacing a doctor who had and emergency, so I’m in no hurry.”
“Then take me to Michael, I need him, please?”
“You expect me to sit and watch you?” Isabel made a face.
“Unless you want to…play with us?” Maria gave her a wicked smile.
“Let’s go!” Isabel matched Maria’s smile and took her hand.
A gust of wind sent the parasol crashing away and Serena and Isabel sat up in fright. Michael just slept on and Isabel’s opened wide remembering what they had just witnessed. Serena nodded and Isabel shook her head.
- As you have seen, Zan did change a lot in the end, though his jealousy for Rath-Michael was never under total control, but in those early days before he came out in the open about the way he loved him, his behaviour towards him was so erratic, that it made it very hard for Rath-Michael to deal with. Zan could go whoring at the brothels, but he wanted Rath-Michael to stick to him and Vilandra. Rath-Michael had only one woman in his life and that was Vilandra. The fact that he was with many men, didn’t affect her, because she couldn’t consider competition guys he had to be with for political reasons. She was actually glad for the three guys who were nice to him, and for Geehan and Shenti, though the last one was their secret. Shenti was with Rath-Michael in the dream plane, thanks to Vilandra, who did just what you did last night to bring Michael and Maria together because of a distance problem. With Rath-Michael and Shenti it was a different problem, but it worked out just the same. Vivid though it was, Shenti wanted it to be real. He had the chance with the deals. The father of an old army mate was making helmets and Shenti got in touch with him to help him close a deal with the Antares army. The man was elderly, very straight and serious and he was outraged at the way the deals were closed, using the boy. Shenti told him Rath-Michael was his friend and he would close the deal with him because of their friendship but it had to be just between them, and the man agreed to let him do it. Of course in Antares, everyone thought the man closed the deal, only Rath-Michael and Vilandra knew it was done through Shenti. It broke the soldier’s heart to see the boy bleed and to have to rough him up at the end so Zan wouldn’t suspect. So it all came to Vilandra, his only female mate, and Zan, Geehan and Shenti, plus the three pleasant political links. It was nothing compared to all the women Zan used on a constant basis when he couldn’t have Rath-Michael, cause it was really him he craved after. Shenti loved Vilandra because she loved Rath-Michael just like him, truly caring for him, they considered themselves soul mates linked through the boy. Kind of like Stuart is, right? I’m so sorry to see that Michael has gone through such a lot of abuse and injustice here too, though he has found four girls who love him in their own way, though Laurie doesn’t count in the sexual plane cause she’s his sister, and a few guys too. I can say without margin of error that Kyle and Stuart really love him. Max is getting a little better than Zan, but he has his moments too. Still, he has suffered much more here because of the lack of a family plus the psychological torture along with the physical one as a child without the security of a home. That’s why he needs to feel loved here much more than he did in Antar. I’m glad you and Maria are getting along so well although you’re staying away from him sexually. Maria is making him bear it well, and I understand your reasons, Isabel, and Michael does too, but the attraction between you is still there, disguised as friendship. Michael is not afraid to show it openly and let go every now and then, and he understands and respects your reasons not to. So do I. - Serena smiled. - It wasn’t your fault, Isabel, and he didn’t blame you, but still you watched him die. I would also be scared to death to have to go through that again. -
They turned to look at Michael and both couldn’t help shuddering. Isabel, like Maria, hated to see Michael suffer, and they had seen him go through so much. She hoped after graduation, they would be able to find a way to live together and in peace. She doubted Maria would share Michael with her, but Stuart was a decent nice guy, and she would be happy just to have Michael near enough to make sure he was alright. Michael moaned and writhed in his sleep and they were both all over him.
- Michael, honey, I’m here, are you hungry? C’mon, wake up…please? - The girl coaxed, caressing his cheek and running her fingers through his hair.
- Isabel…- Michael whispered, and smiled.
- You see? - Serena arched her eyebrows at her and the girl blushed.
- C’mon kid, we’re hungry here, wake up, let’s go get some lunch, ok? -
Serena shook his shoulder gently.
Isabel winked at her and they rolled him as far as his side as he struggled and protested when they held him there. His eyes opened slowly and his wince turned into a smirk. He sighed.
- Ok, I’m yours. What do you want me to do? - He asked, still sleepy.
- We’re hungry! - They said together, glaring at him.
- You want to eat me? - He asked surprised.
- Michael! - Scolded Isabel. - Shame on you! We mean real food! -
- Ok, I’m in, anything you want…- He watched them shake their heads at him.
- Let’s go to the mall. - Serena decided and they went to get in her van.
Michael stretched out in the back seat and snoozed but they knew how to wake him up. By the time they got down and started walking towards the restaurants, they realized the stares they were getting were directed at Michael, in the middle, in snug riding pants and boots with a black sleeveless t-shirt. His arms were over their shoulders and theirs were wrapped around his waist. Isabel whispered to Serena behind Michael’s back.
- I’m an idiot! I should have changed his clothes in the van before we got down. Maria is going to kill me! - She giggled.
- Not if we keep him safe from all those drooling women. And we’re two! - Serena fisted her free hand and they broke out laughing.
- What? - Said Michael trying to look at himself over his shoulder, thinking maybe Isabel had waved his pants away.
- We’re getting you into normal clothes right away or we’ll end up in jail beating all those women away! - Exclaimed Isabel.
They maneuvered Michael into a store, and got him jeans and the hightop sneakers he liked. Isabel distracted the salesman as Serena waved the tight boots and pant off Michael as he stood behind the curtain. They were bagged and they paid and left. As they came out of the store, Michael said he would take the bag to the van and hurry back to them. They decided to meet at the Chinese. So Isabel and Serena patted his butt as he turned away from them and kept going. Soon after they saw Michael walking over with the female population still watching and drooling after him. As Michael sat down across from them, he noticed Serena and Isabel kept giving him these looks.
- Well, what now? - He asked innocently.
- Nothing! - They said amused and started eating.
Then they went for an ice cream and Michael was getting a little uncomfortable at the way the women kept looking at him, with these knowing smiles and talking quietly to each other.
- Alright Iz, what’s going on? - He knew they knew something, cause they were looking so smug and exchanging these weird smiles.
- Well, it’s definitely you…- Serena giggled.
- Oh yes…- Isabel agreed and giggled too.
Michael’s confusion came to an end when they both stuck their hands on the tears on both sides of his snug jeans showing part of his butt and thigh.
- Shit! Maria will kill me! Why did you do that? - Of course, he didn’t give a damn.
- Cause it looks good on you…- Isabel said innocently as Serena nodded.
- Ok, let’s go home. - He said, sighing and heading for the parking lot.
As they were arriving at Serena’s, Isabel’s cell phone rang and it was Laurie wondering where Michael and Moonshadow were, as she was already at the schooling ring. Isabel told her he would be right over. She waved Michael back into the riding outfit and made the tears in the jeans disappear. As Michael thundered towards Laurie, Isabel and Serena walked over at their own pace. Isabel received a second call from Stuart saying one of the other doctors had a family emergency and he would have to replace him in the night shift. That meant he would probably arrive at around 2:30am and sleep about 4 hours to be back at 7:00am. So tonight Stuart was out of the question, and anyway, she had promised to dream-walk Maria. Well, sometimes thing did happen for a reason. They sat by the fence and watched the riders until they finished the work out. As Michael was filling the bucket with water, he got this funny look and turned to Serena.
- What is “yacu te’empushian”? - He asked.
- Michael, you said “yacu” when you came out of the trance! - Isabel interrupted.
- It means “hot” or “boiling water”, that is what the Andes Shaman called the thermal waters of the pool where he took you for the snake ritual. -
- What? - Said Laurie, perplexed, as Michael just nodded and went on.
Isabel pulled Laurie aside and told her Michael had had a flashback and they would give it to all of them on the weekend.
By the time Michael and Laurie had showered and changed, they had a chick flick ready at the chimney room, and sent Michael flying to his room thankfully, to watch a hockey match. Sylvia was sent to get him for supper, so he taped what was left and joined them at the dining room, having some fun as Michael carried a giggling Sylvia down the stairs and placed her back carefully on her feet. She pretended to fall back and went to tickle Michael from behind, going for the inside of his thighs as he laughed trying to get away. They arrived at the dining room and tried to look serious, not very successfully, to the stern look Anita gave them. Sylvia rushed to the kitchen as Michael winked at her eliciting more giggles, before he dropped on a chair. Serena, Laurie and Isabel rolled their eyes shaking their heads and just had to laugh too. Those two behaved like kids, it was so innocent… Michael knew Sylvia was married to Javi and Sylvia just loved Laurie’s cute brother. That was all, Anita was the only one who didn’t understand it. Then it was another flick and Michael rushed to check what he had taped. He was half asleep when Isabel passed by to kiss him goodnight just after Laurie.
- Where’s Stuart? -Michael asked.
Isabel told him the change of plans and that it was ok because of her plans with Maria.
- Should I brace myself? - Michael winced.
- As far as I know, this has nothing to do with you…I don’t know about Maria but she wanted me to tell her… - Isabel stopped and looked down at her hands.
Michael took her hands in his and knew immediately what has happened.
- About Stuart. - He finished for her and sighed. - Congrats, Iz, I’m really glad for you. -
He leaned over and hugged her. She felt his sincerity and loved him even more, if that was possible.
- All right, go to her, and if you need me, I’ll be right here. - He smirked.
Isabel gave him a loud kiss on the cheek and watched him get comfortable and shut his eyes before she left.
Once in her bed, she lay back and closed her eyes. She summoned Maria’s mental picture and concentrated. Maria appeared in front of her, in a rocking chair with a multicoloured patchwork quilt over her legs. The image was rather disturbing.
“Maria! What are you doing there? You look like a granny!”
“Sorry, but this is how Grandma DeLuca looked in the only photograph I’ve seen of her. She died when I was 1 year old, so there’s no way I can remember her. I’ve always wanted to have a rocking chair and this is the quilt she was making for me and never finished, that’s why it only covers my legs.”
“Ok, Maria, well, I’m here, just like I told you.”
“Tell me about Stuart…no, first tell me about Michael. Is he ok now?”
“Oh yes, he just had this weird Antares flash in the Jacuzzi…-
“You were there with him?”
“Yes Maria, I was wearing a bathing suit…-
“And Michael?”
“You know Michael…”
“Commando, huh?”
“Yes, you definitely know him!”
“What was it about?”
“It’s rather long, I’ll tell you guys next weekend. I’m sure Liz can give you quite a preview.”
“Yeah, sorry, don’t let me keep you from Stuart, I know it was great, you’ll tell me about it when you feel like it, ok? I’m cool with it.”
“Stuart won’t be home until after 2:00am. He’s replacing a doctor who had and emergency, so I’m in no hurry.”
“Then take me to Michael, I need him, please?”
“You expect me to sit and watch you?” Isabel made a face.
“Unless you want to…play with us?” Maria gave her a wicked smile.
“Let’s go!” Isabel matched Maria’s smile and took her hand.
ALIENS FULL TILT!