Well, Life will get really crazy in the next few days, so I'm taking a time out of studying to write down the next part and also, Max is very therapudic (I'm sure that isn't spelled right, but work with me). Oh, I wanted to let you all know that I have found my muse. He is Max Evans! He sits infront of me in my Econ course, and I'm not kidding, he could be him. His name is Ryan Becker(not like I'm stalking him) and he is so hot! Same hair, same amber eyes, same beautiful smile (ok, so maybe I look at him alot in class, makes it more interesting). But, I'm a good Katie because I have already found the love of my life, so I settle for just drooling, which is what I do when I watch the show anyway.
Ok, on with the next part
Part 11
Micheal pulled the horse to a stop infront of his tents that had been set up for him for the night. He lept from the horse and looked back at the sad bundle hunched over the horse's back side.
Maria had screamed and cursed and ordered him to release her this instant for about 10 miles straight, and by horseback, that was an extremly long time. At some point in her ranting, it began to slow and exhaustion over came her.
Micheal cut her lose from the ropes that had held her all day and she slumped off the horse into his waiting arms. She mumbled something close to 'Left me glow', but he was sure she meant to say 'Let me go'. He wish he could, but letting go of her was out of the question. She was his prize, and he had an image to protect, even if it meant this poor girl felt like she was being tortured.
He carried her into his tent and laid her down on his bed. She lay still in the spot he put her. She was so tired that a comfortable sleeping spot came in second to just plain sleeping. He decided he definetly liked her better sleeping. Her hair was fanned out across his pillows, her faced turned towards him, her eyes were closed, but Micheal could see the beautiful blue color just as distinct in his mind as he could if he were looking into them, her dark raspberry colored lips were slightly parted and she licked them in her sleep, moistening them.
Micheal could feel himself drowning in those lips, like this unearthly pull was drawing him towards her. He leaned down to get a closer look at her. He was inspecting her, to see if he could find what about her made him feel this way. he was a warrior, he was strong and calculating, but this beautiful set of lungs with legs had his insides all churned up and he wasn't sure what this meant. He leaned in even closer and felt the pull again and he just couldn't resist. He leaned down a pressed his lips to hers and he could smell her exotic scent and her lips tasted just like the raspberries they resmbled, better even. He pulled back just as quickly as he had moved in. She moved in her sleep but never woke up. He heard a breathy "Micheal" escape her beautiful lips.
He raked his hands through his unruly tresses and down his face. His insides were on over drive, so was his pulse. He looked down at her again and just shoke his head, I'm a warrior he told himself and warriors don't love, they fight, and besides, she would never love someone like you.
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Max awoke to look down at the sleeping bundle in his arms. The tears stains were still evident and he felt his heart twist. He felt so many emotions for her, but he knew he shouldn't. He was betrothed and Liz deserved someone better than a monster like him. He may be a king, but he felt like the lowest beggar when it came to being compared to her and what he had done to her ate him alive. He wanted to love her, to just have her love him in return, but his betrothal complicted that. How could he refuse a gift from the gods and his own grandfather? Then again, how could he marry someone he could never love?
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Alex dismounted and Isabel helped her down from her horse. He held tight to her curves and he felt every inch of her brush against him as he set her down. He pulled her flush against him and his pulse started to race. Isabel looked into his eyes expectantly and Alex leaned down to brush his lips against hers. The feeling was brief, but he felt a jolt of electricity come from her. It wasn't painful, it was exhilerating. He wanted to kiss her agian, but she turned away from him. He felt the cold night air and he missed the feel of her body, how it molded to him and fit perfectly.
"Isabel, I.." he started, but he cut him off "Goodnight Alex." she told him coldly. she put up her Ice Princess exterior in hopes that he wouldn't see how hard she was breathing, trying to get her heart rate under control again. She had felt the electricity pass through her too and she was afraid, afraid to fall in love and not be loved in return. She had only experienced deciet and disturst when it came to love, how could she know what love really was, but inside, she desperatly hoped Alex would love her, even if she would never tell him.
I'm scared that the way that I feel is written all over my face
When you walk into the room, I want to find a hiding place.
We used to laugh
We used to hug, the way that old friends do
But now a smile and touch of your hand just makes me come unglued
Such a contradiction
Do I lie or tell the truth
Is it fact or fiction
Oh, the way I feel for you
It's so complicated
I'm so frustrated
I wanna hold you close
I wanna push you away
I wanna make you go
I wanna make you stay
Should I say it
Should I tell you how I feel
Oh, I want you to know, but then again I don't
It's so complicated
Micheal reentered his tent after going for a walk to sort things in his mind out. He was exhausted and he knew if he didn't rest, he wouldn't be much of a champion for the battle in the coming days. He removed his battle gear and climbed into bed. If even for just one night, he could pretend like he wasn't a warrior and hold this beautiful creature in his arms.
He felt the bed shift under his weight and he laid on his back. Maria rolled onto her side and curled up to him, laying her head on his chest, like the most natural thing in the world. Micheal sighed. He had found is solace, he wished he could keep it.
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Isabel walked to her tent, her thoughts still dwelling on the kiss and how it had felt. She had made that vow on Olympus and she had planned to keep it, why was Alex making this so hard? Couldn't he see what he was doing to her, what he was making her feel? She saw the look in his eye after he had kissed her and it scared her and thrilled her. His eyes were full of love and desire, but she didn't want to lose her best friend, the only person she could turn to. If she loved him and lost him, she would feel so hollow that her insides would suck her in.
Just when I think I'm under control
I think I finally got a grip
Another friend tells me that
My name is always on your lips
They say I'm more that just a friend
They say I must be blind
But I admit I've seen you watch me from the corner of your eye
Oh, It's so confusing
Yeah, I wish you'd just confess
But think of what I'd be losing
If your answer wasn't yes
It's so complicated
I'm so frustrated
I wanna hold you close
I wanna push you away
I wanna make you go
I wanna make you stay
Should I say it
Should I tell you how I feel
Oh, I want you to know, but then again I don't
It's so complicated
Oh, I hate it
Cause I've waited
So long for someone like you
Oh, what do I do
Should I say it
Should I tell you how I feel
Oh, I want you to know, but then again I don't
It's so complicated
Complicated
Complicated
It's so complicated
Liz looked up at the sleeping face of the one man who could make her heart flip upside down, even in his sleep. Lover and enemy, all rolled up into one. She wanted him, more than anything, but she was scared. Love was a very scary thing, and she didn't want to give in unless he truely loved her, and planned on her being more than just a silly war conquest. She decided then and there that she wanted more, wanted him, and future filled with love and happiness, but it was up to him, he had to make the first move.
TBC...
The song is "Complicated" by Carolyn Dawn Johnson and I think it sums up the inner turmoil going on in the heads of our characters. I hope to be back soon with a new part, please don't give up on me. I still have ideas screaming to be let out of this blonde head of mine.
I'll be back soon, and hopefully with a few answers to the questions you'll all have over what is going on. Transitional chapter,all will get better soon.
Katie
Battle for the Heart - CC/AU M/L TEEN - [COMPLETE]
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Hey gang,
I got an interesting message in my bmail today, and I'm going to take this time to put up a play by play if you will of what is going on in the fic, so if you want to refresh in your mind the happenings, or you ar just plain lost, feel free to read this.
Ok, I'll start at the beginning:
Max and Isabel are twins and the prince and princess of Antar, a country in the times of ancient Greece. Their parents were king Phillip and Queen Diane. The king was killed by Khivar, who was sent by Zeus to return his daughter, Diane, who Phillip married without his consent. Max and Isabel were saved by Apollo and Artemis(also twins, and their cousins).
They are raised by them and kept hidden from Zeus, until Apollo brings them to Olympus to meet him. Zeus them blesses them with many gifts and promises to help Max. Max asks for gifts for his sister and for thinking of others, he is given Ava, the sea nymph as his betrothed, whom his is to marry after the fighting.
Micheal is contacted through the oracle at Delphi to become Max's champion and Alex is the greatest war strategist and follower of Athena. The gods have a giant banquet for Max and Isabel, and Hephestus forges a mighty shield for Max, with all the symbols of the gods on it, except Aphrodite. She will add her symbol when he has found his true love. Aphrodite over hears Ava's thoughts about lust and power and Aphrodite utters a curse and MAx feels all the true feelings she has for him. Aphrodite also hears Isabel's thoughts about not wanting to love any man, so she curses her to not know true love until she admits her feelings first.
The twins go to meet Michea and Alex on the shores of Antar and they are given many gifts from the gods, including Arrows that never miss their mark and disappear after they do and a cloak for Isabel, called the Cloak of Midnight, that makes her invisible.
Kyle is their cousin and he survived the war, so he has been leading what is left of the people. The reason they are on this quest is to save their mother who had been taken captive by Khivar and to return the rightful heir to the throne.
Liz and Maria are sisters and the daughters of the General Parkerteous, who Max kills in the town square after the town is taken. Liz and Maria are given as war prizes to Max and Micheal and the other heros are given the chance to choose their prize.
Max and Liz don't exactly hit it off, but Aphrodite meddles and sends a cloud with magic rain drops to find Liz and melt her heart. The cloud is whipped around the world by the winds of Aeolus, the god of wind, because Ava made a deal with him and she has been watching Aphrodite and she knows she is up to something.
Things are rocky between all the couples and Ava has her heart set on adding one more heroic notch to her bed post. Max and Liz shared flashes when they kissed and Max saw Liz's betrothed die through her eyes and her father's death. Max hasn't told Liz about Ava, but she will rear her ugly head soon.
Alex and Isabel are close to something, just neither of them know what it is. Micheal and Maria have a very interesting relationship and Micheal is so absorbed in being a hero, he won't even give love and option, although, Maria is trying her hardest to let him release her anyway. I have a feeling that some godly intervention may occur there too. Kyle is mostly on his own through most of these chapters. He won't become an important character for a bit yet, but you'll see.
Just so you know, their proper names are used in public.
Zandros=Max
Rathos=Micheal
Vilandra=Isabel
Ava=Tess(but she is just called Ava)
Alexander=Alex
Kyle=Kyle(sorry, nothing new)
Elizabeth=Liz and Maria is just Maria
I hope this clears up stuff for people. I left out some of the good details, but hey, I have to make and incentive to read don't I.
Oh, and I'd like to say that the list of top party schools came out again for the year, and PSU was 4th-we are so proud!
Ok, talk to you all later
Katie
I got an interesting message in my bmail today, and I'm going to take this time to put up a play by play if you will of what is going on in the fic, so if you want to refresh in your mind the happenings, or you ar just plain lost, feel free to read this.
Ok, I'll start at the beginning:
Max and Isabel are twins and the prince and princess of Antar, a country in the times of ancient Greece. Their parents were king Phillip and Queen Diane. The king was killed by Khivar, who was sent by Zeus to return his daughter, Diane, who Phillip married without his consent. Max and Isabel were saved by Apollo and Artemis(also twins, and their cousins).
They are raised by them and kept hidden from Zeus, until Apollo brings them to Olympus to meet him. Zeus them blesses them with many gifts and promises to help Max. Max asks for gifts for his sister and for thinking of others, he is given Ava, the sea nymph as his betrothed, whom his is to marry after the fighting.
Micheal is contacted through the oracle at Delphi to become Max's champion and Alex is the greatest war strategist and follower of Athena. The gods have a giant banquet for Max and Isabel, and Hephestus forges a mighty shield for Max, with all the symbols of the gods on it, except Aphrodite. She will add her symbol when he has found his true love. Aphrodite over hears Ava's thoughts about lust and power and Aphrodite utters a curse and MAx feels all the true feelings she has for him. Aphrodite also hears Isabel's thoughts about not wanting to love any man, so she curses her to not know true love until she admits her feelings first.
The twins go to meet Michea and Alex on the shores of Antar and they are given many gifts from the gods, including Arrows that never miss their mark and disappear after they do and a cloak for Isabel, called the Cloak of Midnight, that makes her invisible.
Kyle is their cousin and he survived the war, so he has been leading what is left of the people. The reason they are on this quest is to save their mother who had been taken captive by Khivar and to return the rightful heir to the throne.
Liz and Maria are sisters and the daughters of the General Parkerteous, who Max kills in the town square after the town is taken. Liz and Maria are given as war prizes to Max and Micheal and the other heros are given the chance to choose their prize.
Max and Liz don't exactly hit it off, but Aphrodite meddles and sends a cloud with magic rain drops to find Liz and melt her heart. The cloud is whipped around the world by the winds of Aeolus, the god of wind, because Ava made a deal with him and she has been watching Aphrodite and she knows she is up to something.
Things are rocky between all the couples and Ava has her heart set on adding one more heroic notch to her bed post. Max and Liz shared flashes when they kissed and Max saw Liz's betrothed die through her eyes and her father's death. Max hasn't told Liz about Ava, but she will rear her ugly head soon.
Alex and Isabel are close to something, just neither of them know what it is. Micheal and Maria have a very interesting relationship and Micheal is so absorbed in being a hero, he won't even give love and option, although, Maria is trying her hardest to let him release her anyway. I have a feeling that some godly intervention may occur there too. Kyle is mostly on his own through most of these chapters. He won't become an important character for a bit yet, but you'll see.
Just so you know, their proper names are used in public.
Zandros=Max
Rathos=Micheal
Vilandra=Isabel
Ava=Tess(but she is just called Ava)
Alexander=Alex
Kyle=Kyle(sorry, nothing new)
Elizabeth=Liz and Maria is just Maria
I hope this clears up stuff for people. I left out some of the good details, but hey, I have to make and incentive to read don't I.
Oh, and I'd like to say that the list of top party schools came out again for the year, and PSU was 4th-we are so proud!
Ok, talk to you all later
Katie
Go Team Zanaholics Anonymous!!!!!!!
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Ok, so I'm taking that break from finals studying that I promised I would (ok, you caught me, I really haven't started yet, but oh well)
Oh, today was a sad day gang, I had my last class with my Max look-a-like today
tear! Hopefully I'll have a class with him next year-now that I know his name, where he lives, and a couple other things like that-tehe.
Well, this next part has been rattling around in this head of mine for a while, so I'll get it out before it burns a hole.
Part 12
Ava had had enough. She had sat back and just let that little homewrecker move in on her man. Well, now she had had enough! She wasn't going to sit at the bottom of the sea and boil any more. Zandros needed a reminder of his destiny, and his destiny was her, whether he wanted it or not.
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Max was the first to wake in the entire camp. He looked down at the dark haired beauty curled up in his arms and she took his breath away for the infinite time. She looked so peaceful. He didnt' want to wake her. She looked like the angel he invisioned her as in his dream. She was the angel that could take all the pain of war and the burden of being king away by just one look, touch or kiss. Then her dark chocolate eyes opened, accompanied by a small yawn. She blinked her eyes and stared up into his. Her eyes were so innocent, so trusting, so beautiful. He wished he could just dive into them, into her, and never come out.
"Good moring" she said, breaking the spell she had him under.
"Good morning' he replied,"I trust you slept well"
"Yes, I did, thank you" she told him. Frankly, it was the best sleep she had ever gotten. She felt so safe in his arms. His strength and warmth had kept her content all night. She probably wouldn't have awakened if she hadn't felt him stir.
"We should get up and get ready to move out again. The troops will be up soon, and they will want to get moving quickly." he said.
"Where are we going Max? That is, if you don't mind my asking."she said
"We are going in a spiral pattern around the capital city. It helps us to fortify the cities on the edges, then if we have to fall back, we have a refuge. It also traps Khivar to the center of the country. He is so busy protecing the capital, that he is willing to sacrifice the surrounding cities, who inturn join our forces to help defeat him." he told her.
"That is a brilliant plan Max. I'm sure Khivar has no idea what he is letting himself fall right into, but I'm sure he is watching for a pattern to your battles." she said.
"We thought of that,and we are sure that is why there were more men stationed in your city, but if we move fast enough, then we can take all the cities and have most of the people on our side beforehe has time to really put up a fight. The worst battle will be the captial city, and I do not look forward to it. Khivar will fight to the end, and death is the worst part of war." he said, looking remoursefull.
"I realize this Max, but it is something that must be done. The loss is uncomparable to the great things that will come after the sacrifice has been made." she said, looking directly in his eyes. What she wasn't sure how to say in words, she hoped he found them in her eyes. She wanted him to know that she didn't hate him anymore. She wanted him to know that, yes, she will miss her father, but he too had killed, and that had been in the name of war, making it all null and void. Every warrior's time comes, sooner or later.
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Maria woke up to a warm wall of flesh under her head. Tell me I'm still strapped to that damn horse, she thought. then she realized she wasn't moving and the flesh under head and hands was just that, flesh. Strong, warm, golden flesh and it didnt' smell like the horse, it smelled like sandalwood. The scent was crisp, clean, and very male. When her mind got that last report of what her senses were picking up, she snapped her head up too look at just exactly where she was.
She was laying on a bed, covered in soft, dark red fabrics, some of which were covering her still clothed body. Still clothed, thank the gods she thought. Then she looked up to inspect the being she was so closely cuddled to and she looked up into his face. Him! she thought, that barbaric beast of a human being was sleeping peacefully with her spooned into his side. His loud snore gave away to just how deep he was asleep.
This was it she thought, my chance to get away. She moved a little away from him and he didnt' move. She lifted her leg and drapped it out the side of the bed and turned her head towards the direction she wanted to move. That was as far as she got because he rolled over and pinned her under him, pulling her closer and murmuring "Don't leave angel" in his sleep.
Angel, she thought, did he just call me angel? or was it a dream? did he even know what an angel was? and does he know he is crushing my chest? Air, air!!!! She started to push on him to get him to move. He rolled over again, but kept his arm around her, and pulled her until every inch of her body was pressed up against his. She could feel every muscle on his chest and the heat rising from his body. She could feel his thighs and just a bit of his claves because her legs were just to short. She could also feel something else rub against her stomach. Oh, no, she thought, no, he is having a dream about an angel, and it's not exactly virginal.
She then felt his hand move on her back and begin to move up her back. He was caressing her and even though she was furiously angry, she could feel the slight touch affecting her. He was big and gruff, but he touch was light and soft. His hand moved to the top of her shoulders, while his other hand kept rubbing the small of her back, creating a tingling sensation through her whole body. His free hand kept moving and began to caress her neck and the back of her head. His head was in the hollow of her neck and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Her whole body was reacting. She was feeling this tingle inside her and this ache in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know what it was from, but she wanted something to happen to make it go away.
His hand kept exploring. It moved around her neck and down her long, white arms. His finger tips left a trail of fire whereever they touched. His hand moved to her side and massaged the delicate skin of her side and her abdomen. She shouldn't let him do this, he shouldn't be touching her. Why was she letting him do this, she should stop him, she didn't want him to stop.
Micheal walked into his tent and he found her laying on his bed, just waiting for him to return. He walked over to the bed and layed down on it. She went to move to give him more room and he caught her, "Don't leave angel". Thats what he thought of her, as an angel. He pulled her close to him, reveling in the feeling of having her this close to him. They fit together perfectly. Her petite body and lusciuos curves were intoxicating. He started to move his hands, and all he wanted to do was feel. He loved how she felt like the softest silk and her skin was so white and warm. He was having trouble keeping his breathing steady as his hands roamed her body. His hand moved over her stomach and traveled upward. His big hand moved until it was covering her full breast and he began to massage it.
He is touching my chest! He is touching my chest! He isn't supposed to be touching me! Gosh he is good with his hands. He is asleep! He is practically turning me inside out and he is asleep. well, if this is what he can do in his sleep. She let out a little whimper of pleasure. Her nipples were getting harder by thge second and that ache in her stomach had intensified.
He heard the whimper. He was so excited that he was the one giving her pleaseure. He wanted to worship her like the goddess she is. "Oh Maria, yeah baby" he hissed into her ear. His tounge snaked out and licked her neck. His mouth latched on to her creamy neck intent on leaving his mark. He wanted her to be his, and he wanted everyone to know it.
"Oh Maria, yeah baby" she heard. Oh, no, he is dreaming about me. Is he licking my neck!? He is going to leave a mark! Oh, that feels amazing. It feels like my toes are curling.
He felt her body react to him and his own reacted right back. His erection was getting to be borderline painful and if she didnt' stop moving like this, she'd find out all to quickly.
His mouth kept moving down her skin, leaving a trail of fire and dark red marks in his wake. She was arching herself into him, not sure what she wanted, btu she wanted something. Then his free hand moved and it pulled her top to the side and exposed her breast. His sleep clumsy mouth moved around for a minute and then found it's mark. He latched on to her nipple and sucked for all she was worth. "Oh god, oh god" she kept panting.
"Oh god, oh, god" he could hear her pleasure filled moans and they drove him on. Her breasts were perfect and he couldn't get enough. He licked and sucked and nibbled and was rewarded with several "oh Micheal"'s.
"Oh Micheal" His mouth was magical. The things he was making her feel were amazing. She felt his hand move from her top and start back down her stomach. He was nearing that fire she could feel in the pit of her stomach, but this was dangerous ground. She had already let him go way to far, but she was helpless against him when he made her feel this way. His hand moved lower, getting closer and closer. Her body was betraying her and arching towards his hand.
He was almost there. He could feel the heat radiating off her. he wanted to stroke the flames and make her really come alive, for him. She wanted to see her face, twisted in passion, shining with lust for him. He was almost there.
He is actually going to do that! No, I have to stop him. No, her mind was screaming while her body was screaming yes, oh, yes even louder.
"Micheal, we are going to OH MY GODS!" Isabel said as she walked in on a very unpredicted situation. She hid her face in her hands. "WHen you are ready, we are leaving" She turned and walked out of the tent.
His hand was just above where he knew she truely needed him and the was just about to touch her when a loud voice came screaming through his consiousness. He shoke his head, trying to clear the cobwebs, only to find more than he had bargained for in the world of the awake. There stood Isabel, with her hands hiding her face in shame, the blush even noticable on her ears and mentioning something about leaving when he was ready. He looked down to find a very surprised and equally embarassed Maria in his arms. She had red marks on her neck and her breast was exposed. The kicker was where his hand was currently resting, right over her mound. He pulled back only to hear the words that meant what his head was zscreaming was true.
"Some dream, wasn't it" Maria said to him, making his own checks fill with a deep scarlet blush.
TBC...
Watch out for the sea witch to appear in the next chapter. I know it wasn't Max and Liz, but I just love how Micheal and Maria interact. I promise for M/L next chapter.
Katie
Oh, today was a sad day gang, I had my last class with my Max look-a-like today
tear! Hopefully I'll have a class with him next year-now that I know his name, where he lives, and a couple other things like that-tehe.Well, this next part has been rattling around in this head of mine for a while, so I'll get it out before it burns a hole.
Part 12
Ava had had enough. She had sat back and just let that little homewrecker move in on her man. Well, now she had had enough! She wasn't going to sit at the bottom of the sea and boil any more. Zandros needed a reminder of his destiny, and his destiny was her, whether he wanted it or not.
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Max was the first to wake in the entire camp. He looked down at the dark haired beauty curled up in his arms and she took his breath away for the infinite time. She looked so peaceful. He didnt' want to wake her. She looked like the angel he invisioned her as in his dream. She was the angel that could take all the pain of war and the burden of being king away by just one look, touch or kiss. Then her dark chocolate eyes opened, accompanied by a small yawn. She blinked her eyes and stared up into his. Her eyes were so innocent, so trusting, so beautiful. He wished he could just dive into them, into her, and never come out.
"Good moring" she said, breaking the spell she had him under.
"Good morning' he replied,"I trust you slept well"
"Yes, I did, thank you" she told him. Frankly, it was the best sleep she had ever gotten. She felt so safe in his arms. His strength and warmth had kept her content all night. She probably wouldn't have awakened if she hadn't felt him stir.
"We should get up and get ready to move out again. The troops will be up soon, and they will want to get moving quickly." he said.
"Where are we going Max? That is, if you don't mind my asking."she said
"We are going in a spiral pattern around the capital city. It helps us to fortify the cities on the edges, then if we have to fall back, we have a refuge. It also traps Khivar to the center of the country. He is so busy protecing the capital, that he is willing to sacrifice the surrounding cities, who inturn join our forces to help defeat him." he told her.
"That is a brilliant plan Max. I'm sure Khivar has no idea what he is letting himself fall right into, but I'm sure he is watching for a pattern to your battles." she said.
"We thought of that,and we are sure that is why there were more men stationed in your city, but if we move fast enough, then we can take all the cities and have most of the people on our side beforehe has time to really put up a fight. The worst battle will be the captial city, and I do not look forward to it. Khivar will fight to the end, and death is the worst part of war." he said, looking remoursefull.
"I realize this Max, but it is something that must be done. The loss is uncomparable to the great things that will come after the sacrifice has been made." she said, looking directly in his eyes. What she wasn't sure how to say in words, she hoped he found them in her eyes. She wanted him to know that she didn't hate him anymore. She wanted him to know that, yes, she will miss her father, but he too had killed, and that had been in the name of war, making it all null and void. Every warrior's time comes, sooner or later.
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Maria woke up to a warm wall of flesh under her head. Tell me I'm still strapped to that damn horse, she thought. then she realized she wasn't moving and the flesh under head and hands was just that, flesh. Strong, warm, golden flesh and it didnt' smell like the horse, it smelled like sandalwood. The scent was crisp, clean, and very male. When her mind got that last report of what her senses were picking up, she snapped her head up too look at just exactly where she was.
She was laying on a bed, covered in soft, dark red fabrics, some of which were covering her still clothed body. Still clothed, thank the gods she thought. Then she looked up to inspect the being she was so closely cuddled to and she looked up into his face. Him! she thought, that barbaric beast of a human being was sleeping peacefully with her spooned into his side. His loud snore gave away to just how deep he was asleep.
This was it she thought, my chance to get away. She moved a little away from him and he didnt' move. She lifted her leg and drapped it out the side of the bed and turned her head towards the direction she wanted to move. That was as far as she got because he rolled over and pinned her under him, pulling her closer and murmuring "Don't leave angel" in his sleep.
Angel, she thought, did he just call me angel? or was it a dream? did he even know what an angel was? and does he know he is crushing my chest? Air, air!!!! She started to push on him to get him to move. He rolled over again, but kept his arm around her, and pulled her until every inch of her body was pressed up against his. She could feel every muscle on his chest and the heat rising from his body. She could feel his thighs and just a bit of his claves because her legs were just to short. She could also feel something else rub against her stomach. Oh, no, she thought, no, he is having a dream about an angel, and it's not exactly virginal.
She then felt his hand move on her back and begin to move up her back. He was caressing her and even though she was furiously angry, she could feel the slight touch affecting her. He was big and gruff, but he touch was light and soft. His hand moved to the top of her shoulders, while his other hand kept rubbing the small of her back, creating a tingling sensation through her whole body. His free hand kept moving and began to caress her neck and the back of her head. His head was in the hollow of her neck and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Her whole body was reacting. She was feeling this tingle inside her and this ache in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know what it was from, but she wanted something to happen to make it go away.
His hand kept exploring. It moved around her neck and down her long, white arms. His finger tips left a trail of fire whereever they touched. His hand moved to her side and massaged the delicate skin of her side and her abdomen. She shouldn't let him do this, he shouldn't be touching her. Why was she letting him do this, she should stop him, she didn't want him to stop.
Micheal walked into his tent and he found her laying on his bed, just waiting for him to return. He walked over to the bed and layed down on it. She went to move to give him more room and he caught her, "Don't leave angel". Thats what he thought of her, as an angel. He pulled her close to him, reveling in the feeling of having her this close to him. They fit together perfectly. Her petite body and lusciuos curves were intoxicating. He started to move his hands, and all he wanted to do was feel. He loved how she felt like the softest silk and her skin was so white and warm. He was having trouble keeping his breathing steady as his hands roamed her body. His hand moved over her stomach and traveled upward. His big hand moved until it was covering her full breast and he began to massage it.
He is touching my chest! He is touching my chest! He isn't supposed to be touching me! Gosh he is good with his hands. He is asleep! He is practically turning me inside out and he is asleep. well, if this is what he can do in his sleep. She let out a little whimper of pleasure. Her nipples were getting harder by thge second and that ache in her stomach had intensified.
He heard the whimper. He was so excited that he was the one giving her pleaseure. He wanted to worship her like the goddess she is. "Oh Maria, yeah baby" he hissed into her ear. His tounge snaked out and licked her neck. His mouth latched on to her creamy neck intent on leaving his mark. He wanted her to be his, and he wanted everyone to know it.
"Oh Maria, yeah baby" she heard. Oh, no, he is dreaming about me. Is he licking my neck!? He is going to leave a mark! Oh, that feels amazing. It feels like my toes are curling.
He felt her body react to him and his own reacted right back. His erection was getting to be borderline painful and if she didnt' stop moving like this, she'd find out all to quickly.
His mouth kept moving down her skin, leaving a trail of fire and dark red marks in his wake. She was arching herself into him, not sure what she wanted, btu she wanted something. Then his free hand moved and it pulled her top to the side and exposed her breast. His sleep clumsy mouth moved around for a minute and then found it's mark. He latched on to her nipple and sucked for all she was worth. "Oh god, oh god" she kept panting.
"Oh god, oh, god" he could hear her pleasure filled moans and they drove him on. Her breasts were perfect and he couldn't get enough. He licked and sucked and nibbled and was rewarded with several "oh Micheal"'s.
"Oh Micheal" His mouth was magical. The things he was making her feel were amazing. She felt his hand move from her top and start back down her stomach. He was nearing that fire she could feel in the pit of her stomach, but this was dangerous ground. She had already let him go way to far, but she was helpless against him when he made her feel this way. His hand moved lower, getting closer and closer. Her body was betraying her and arching towards his hand.
He was almost there. He could feel the heat radiating off her. he wanted to stroke the flames and make her really come alive, for him. She wanted to see her face, twisted in passion, shining with lust for him. He was almost there.
He is actually going to do that! No, I have to stop him. No, her mind was screaming while her body was screaming yes, oh, yes even louder.
"Micheal, we are going to OH MY GODS!" Isabel said as she walked in on a very unpredicted situation. She hid her face in her hands. "WHen you are ready, we are leaving" She turned and walked out of the tent.
His hand was just above where he knew she truely needed him and the was just about to touch her when a loud voice came screaming through his consiousness. He shoke his head, trying to clear the cobwebs, only to find more than he had bargained for in the world of the awake. There stood Isabel, with her hands hiding her face in shame, the blush even noticable on her ears and mentioning something about leaving when he was ready. He looked down to find a very surprised and equally embarassed Maria in his arms. She had red marks on her neck and her breast was exposed. The kicker was where his hand was currently resting, right over her mound. He pulled back only to hear the words that meant what his head was zscreaming was true.
"Some dream, wasn't it" Maria said to him, making his own checks fill with a deep scarlet blush.
TBC...
Watch out for the sea witch to appear in the next chapter. I know it wasn't Max and Liz, but I just love how Micheal and Maria interact. I promise for M/L next chapter.
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Well, I know I have been a bad posting girl, but I have been crazy busy. I’ve missed all of you terribly and I’ve been writing, so save the tar and feathers for another time.
Ok, on with the next part
Part 13
Max was left alone to his thoughts yet again. Seems he has been spending a lot of time deep in thought lately and all his thoughts were of Liz. He was in love with her, he was sure of it. He had been more sure of anything in his life.
As if to reaffirm his feelings, Liz entered into his tent. She had found Claudia who had helped her wash up and brush her hair and got her fresh cloths. She had on a pale blue tunic and her skirt was a light cream color. Her dark tresses were swept back and the smile on her lovely face completed the ensemble. Max felt his heart skip a beat and his breath caught in his throat. Yes, he was in love with her and he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t know how.
“Well, I’m ready for the day. You had better hurry up or the army will leave with out you.” Liz scolded teasingly.
“Ok, ok, I’m getting up.” Max said rising from the bed. He walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. “You look beautiful today.” He leaned down and captured her lips. The kiss began to deepen.
“I want t see him right now!” a screechy voice sounded. “Look, I don’t care what your orders are, I am a goddess and his betrothed and I will see him now! Get out of my road!”
Max broke the kiss and looked up. He was sorry he had the instant he saw her coming. Ava was walking towards him briskly. Max tucked Liz behind him protectively.
“Ava, what an unexpected surprise.” Max commented to the furious blonde stalking towards him.
“Zandros, honey. I thought I’d come to visit you while you’re at war. Make sure you weren’t hurt or getting side tracked. The sooner you win, the sooner we can be married.” Ava said in a not so innocent voice.
Max felt Liz tense up behind him. This was exactly what he was afraid of. He hadn’t had a chance to come to a decision about what to do with Ava and here she comes, ruining everything. Now Liz knew about Ava. She probably hates me, he thought. Just great, the only woman you have ever loved hates you.
“Well, war does take a long time. You know Ava, you shouldn’t wait around for me. This war may take years. You should look for someone better than me.” Max tried.
“I already know went he war is going to end. I was just hoping you could speed it up a bit. The wedding is planned for the day of your coronation, 2 weeks from tomorrow. I thought that since we were almost married, we could be together now. There’d be no harm in it.” Ava cooed.
“I don;t think that is a god idea, Ava. Poseidon wouldn’t like this. Besides, war is no place for you. Go back home to Poseidon and we’ll discuss this when the war is over.” Max said walking towards Ava. e put his arms out and spun her around, walking her out of the camp. Ava put on her brakes and spun around.
“And why does she get to stay?” she said pointing at Liz.
“She is my war prize and she has no home to go to. Now, go home Ava.” Max said forcefully.
“No” screamed Ava in a fit of rage, “ I don’t want to and you can’t make me. If she gets to stay then so do I. Please Zandros, please.” By now Ava’s 3 year old tantrum had drawn a crowd. Her annoying voice carried very well. Micheal and Maria stumbled out of their tent and Isabel, Kyle and Alex ad joined the group surrounding Max, Liz and Ava.
“Fine, stay, but only if you act your age, and not your IQ size.” Max said the last part of that under his breath, but Micheal heard it and began to snicker.
“What is so funny Micheal?” Max questioned.
“Nothing your majesty. I’ll go round up the troops.” Micheal answered back with a smile on his lips.
One young soldier brought over Max’s stallion. Max reached for Liz t help her up. Liz shrank back and Max looked up to see the first tear fall. He caught Liz’s hand and pulled her towards him. He’d figure this out and he’d explain it to Liz as soon as they got on his horse. Max put his arms around her waist to help her into the saddle.
“I thought slaves walked.” Ava said in an icy tone behind Max. “Besides, as your future wife and queen, I should be the only one to share your steed. You wouldn’t want to insult me Zandros. Anger me and you anger my father and many other gods.”
Max was torn. He couldn’t’ afford to anger the gods and lose his country and everything he had worked for, but he didn’t want Ava anywhere near him. Her touch was painful and he could hear the disdain in her voice. He wanted to be with Liz, but he just didn’t know how.
“Ahem Zandros,” Ava said clearing her throat and Max out of his haze. “I’m waiting for you to tell that slave to walk and then place me in my rightful place.” He looked down at Liz and he could see her trying to be strong while the tears flowed freely. Alex walked up next to him.
“She can ride with me, besides I can always use the company.” Alex mentioned to him trying to help and lighten the mood. Max didn’t say anything. He just dropped his hands from her sides and let his head hang. Ava sauntered over and raised her arms out to Max. As if an automatic reaction, Max picked her up, placed her on the stallion and jumped up behind. Liz got on Alex’s horse, Maria on Micheal’s and Isabel and Kyle mounted their horses. Micheal called out to the army to pick up and they began the familiar steady march. Max didn’t hear any of this. All he could hear was Liz sobbing in another man’s arms.
Ok, on with the next part
Part 13
Max was left alone to his thoughts yet again. Seems he has been spending a lot of time deep in thought lately and all his thoughts were of Liz. He was in love with her, he was sure of it. He had been more sure of anything in his life.
As if to reaffirm his feelings, Liz entered into his tent. She had found Claudia who had helped her wash up and brush her hair and got her fresh cloths. She had on a pale blue tunic and her skirt was a light cream color. Her dark tresses were swept back and the smile on her lovely face completed the ensemble. Max felt his heart skip a beat and his breath caught in his throat. Yes, he was in love with her and he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t know how.
“Well, I’m ready for the day. You had better hurry up or the army will leave with out you.” Liz scolded teasingly.
“Ok, ok, I’m getting up.” Max said rising from the bed. He walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. “You look beautiful today.” He leaned down and captured her lips. The kiss began to deepen.
“I want t see him right now!” a screechy voice sounded. “Look, I don’t care what your orders are, I am a goddess and his betrothed and I will see him now! Get out of my road!”
Max broke the kiss and looked up. He was sorry he had the instant he saw her coming. Ava was walking towards him briskly. Max tucked Liz behind him protectively.
“Ava, what an unexpected surprise.” Max commented to the furious blonde stalking towards him.
“Zandros, honey. I thought I’d come to visit you while you’re at war. Make sure you weren’t hurt or getting side tracked. The sooner you win, the sooner we can be married.” Ava said in a not so innocent voice.
Max felt Liz tense up behind him. This was exactly what he was afraid of. He hadn’t had a chance to come to a decision about what to do with Ava and here she comes, ruining everything. Now Liz knew about Ava. She probably hates me, he thought. Just great, the only woman you have ever loved hates you.
“Well, war does take a long time. You know Ava, you shouldn’t wait around for me. This war may take years. You should look for someone better than me.” Max tried.
“I already know went he war is going to end. I was just hoping you could speed it up a bit. The wedding is planned for the day of your coronation, 2 weeks from tomorrow. I thought that since we were almost married, we could be together now. There’d be no harm in it.” Ava cooed.
“I don;t think that is a god idea, Ava. Poseidon wouldn’t like this. Besides, war is no place for you. Go back home to Poseidon and we’ll discuss this when the war is over.” Max said walking towards Ava. e put his arms out and spun her around, walking her out of the camp. Ava put on her brakes and spun around.
“And why does she get to stay?” she said pointing at Liz.
“She is my war prize and she has no home to go to. Now, go home Ava.” Max said forcefully.
“No” screamed Ava in a fit of rage, “ I don’t want to and you can’t make me. If she gets to stay then so do I. Please Zandros, please.” By now Ava’s 3 year old tantrum had drawn a crowd. Her annoying voice carried very well. Micheal and Maria stumbled out of their tent and Isabel, Kyle and Alex ad joined the group surrounding Max, Liz and Ava.
“Fine, stay, but only if you act your age, and not your IQ size.” Max said the last part of that under his breath, but Micheal heard it and began to snicker.
“What is so funny Micheal?” Max questioned.
“Nothing your majesty. I’ll go round up the troops.” Micheal answered back with a smile on his lips.
One young soldier brought over Max’s stallion. Max reached for Liz t help her up. Liz shrank back and Max looked up to see the first tear fall. He caught Liz’s hand and pulled her towards him. He’d figure this out and he’d explain it to Liz as soon as they got on his horse. Max put his arms around her waist to help her into the saddle.
“I thought slaves walked.” Ava said in an icy tone behind Max. “Besides, as your future wife and queen, I should be the only one to share your steed. You wouldn’t want to insult me Zandros. Anger me and you anger my father and many other gods.”
Max was torn. He couldn’t’ afford to anger the gods and lose his country and everything he had worked for, but he didn’t want Ava anywhere near him. Her touch was painful and he could hear the disdain in her voice. He wanted to be with Liz, but he just didn’t know how.
“Ahem Zandros,” Ava said clearing her throat and Max out of his haze. “I’m waiting for you to tell that slave to walk and then place me in my rightful place.” He looked down at Liz and he could see her trying to be strong while the tears flowed freely. Alex walked up next to him.
“She can ride with me, besides I can always use the company.” Alex mentioned to him trying to help and lighten the mood. Max didn’t say anything. He just dropped his hands from her sides and let his head hang. Ava sauntered over and raised her arms out to Max. As if an automatic reaction, Max picked her up, placed her on the stallion and jumped up behind. Liz got on Alex’s horse, Maria on Micheal’s and Isabel and Kyle mounted their horses. Micheal called out to the army to pick up and they began the familiar steady march. Max didn’t hear any of this. All he could hear was Liz sobbing in another man’s arms.
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Ok, so I know I’m spoiling you people, but I just can’t help it. (She smiles innocently)
Part 14
Why does she keep leaning into me like that? I don’t think I can lean any farther back on this horse. Pretty soon I’m going to fall off. Then maybe she’d get the hint.
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“I just can’t believe he didn’t tell me Alex. If I had known. maybe I wouldn’t be so crushed. How could he?” Liz said through her recently subsiding tears.
“Well, I don;t think it’s all that easy to tell the person you love, oh, by the way, I have a witch for a betrothed, and I’m not sure how to get rid of her.” Alex said, once again trying to lighten the mood. He was ever the comic relief.
“He should have just told me. I would have been prepared.” Liz told him.
“Liz, you can never be prepared for heartbreak. Trust me, I’ve done a comprehensive study.” Alex said in a slightly tight voice.
“I’m sorry Alex. You must hate to listen to me. I know I would.” Liz said whipping her face clean from her tears.
“It’s fine Liz. It’s better than listening to me talk to myself.” He joked. Liz finally laughed at that one. Thank the gods for Alex. He could take her mind of the problems with Max for at least a little while.
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Max could hear Liz’s laughter, and it was beautiful. He could just see her eyes sparkling and the little dimple on the side of her cheek that forms when she laughs in his mind’s eye. Se looked so
pretty when she laughed.
“Zandros, are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Ava questioned coolly.
“Oh, sorry, my mind tends to wander. “Max told her.
“Yeah, wanders right to a little slave.” Ava said in a nasty tone of voice. She tried to keep it low, but Max’s hearing was quite good.
“What as that Ava?” Max questioned.
“I said your mind keeps wandering back to that little slave of yours. And I can’t understand why. I mean, why settle for a slave when you can have a goddess?” she said in a very cocky tone.
“She is not a slave Ava, and you are not to refer to her in that manner. Her name is Liz and she deserves more respect than you have shown her.” he scolded.
“Respect?!” she half shouted, “I respect no one, I am a goddess and the future queen of Antar. People are to bow down to me, not the other way around.”
“What if I said I don’t want you for my queen, Ava? What if I said that the thought of marrying you makes my skin crawl? What if I said I was in love with that “Little slave” and that she would make a better queen and or goddess than you would anyday? Then what would you do?” Max’s tone became louder and louder. He was screaming by the end of it.
“How dare you? How dare you insult a goddess, the beloved daughter of Poseidon and the promised wife from the king of the gods? You will regret what you just said Zandros. My father will...” Ava started.
“Your father will do nothing of the sort. He is upset with you for running away and even more upset with you for the words you have just spoken. Too bad he can hear every word you say
because of Zandros’s shield. I think it is time for you to go, O’ Drippy Subordinate One” Aphrodite appeared out of no where. All of a sudden she was beside Max and Ava on a pure white stallion. Ava screamed in a fit of rage and disappeared into thin air. “Hello Zandros, I hope that was helpful.”Aphrodite said, directing her attention to him.
“Umm, yes, thank you, but now what do I do? I just rejected the gift from my grandfather, the king of the gods. How much trouble am I in?” Max asked.
“Well Zandros, I’m here to take you to Olympus and you’ll find out.” Aphrodite said and shroud of mist surrounded him and the next thing he knew he was before Zeus. Hera was seated next to him and the other gods were scattered about the room. Ava was in a corner and she looked like she was boiling mad.
“Hello again, my daughter’s son. It seems that you have just recently been involved in a rather interesting situation involving a gift that I gave you. I am rather shocked that you would reject the betrothed I chose for you and I would like to hear an explanation as to what is going on.” Zeus said to Max.
“Oh great and powerful Zeus, and my lordly grandfather, please do not be angry with me. I cannot marry this woman because I do not love her. She is not the kind of woman I would like to be my queen, my partner or my wife. I do not think she is the person you would want ruling the kingdom of your daughter or married to your grandson.” Max pleaded.
“What do you want then, my daughter’s son? If you are displeased with my choice, you should have come to me. I may be the most powerful god on Olympus, but I am still your grandfather
and I want you to be happy.” Zeus told him.
“I wish to be with Liz. She is the woman I love.” Max told him.
“And what of Liz’s feelings for you my daughter’s son?” Zeus questioned.
“I am not sure. I am afraid I have broken her heart beyond repair. I was not truthful with her and I should have been. I just hope she will be willing to forgive me.” Max confessed.
“Well, I think we should find out now, before anything else transpires. Elizabeth, please step forward.” Zeus told her, motioning to her to come towards him.
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Liz was really confused. One minute she was talking to Alex, the next a blonde haired woman pulled up next to them and waved her hand around her. Now she was somewhere up high in the sky and a large booming voice was calling her forward. Liz did as commanded and stepped out of the cloud of mist she had been standing in. Liz looked up and there before her were all the gods, and Max bowed before the god she assumed to be Zeus. Max was looking back at her with a very surprised expression. Funny, it matched her’s quite well.
“Elizabeth, my daughter’s son has expressed an interest in your hand in marriage. What do you say to this?” Zeus asked.
“He is already betrothed, and I will not marry a man already married. I believe in marriage between one man and one woman.” Liz answered back.
“Well my dear, his betrothal to Lady Ava hinges on your answer to this question. Do you love my daughter’s son?”
TBC... ok, I know I’m being bad, but I promise to update more regularly. TTYL
Katie
Part 14
Why does she keep leaning into me like that? I don’t think I can lean any farther back on this horse. Pretty soon I’m going to fall off. Then maybe she’d get the hint.
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“I just can’t believe he didn’t tell me Alex. If I had known. maybe I wouldn’t be so crushed. How could he?” Liz said through her recently subsiding tears.
“Well, I don;t think it’s all that easy to tell the person you love, oh, by the way, I have a witch for a betrothed, and I’m not sure how to get rid of her.” Alex said, once again trying to lighten the mood. He was ever the comic relief.
“He should have just told me. I would have been prepared.” Liz told him.
“Liz, you can never be prepared for heartbreak. Trust me, I’ve done a comprehensive study.” Alex said in a slightly tight voice.
“I’m sorry Alex. You must hate to listen to me. I know I would.” Liz said whipping her face clean from her tears.
“It’s fine Liz. It’s better than listening to me talk to myself.” He joked. Liz finally laughed at that one. Thank the gods for Alex. He could take her mind of the problems with Max for at least a little while.
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Max could hear Liz’s laughter, and it was beautiful. He could just see her eyes sparkling and the little dimple on the side of her cheek that forms when she laughs in his mind’s eye. Se looked so
pretty when she laughed.
“Zandros, are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Ava questioned coolly.
“Oh, sorry, my mind tends to wander. “Max told her.
“Yeah, wanders right to a little slave.” Ava said in a nasty tone of voice. She tried to keep it low, but Max’s hearing was quite good.
“What as that Ava?” Max questioned.
“I said your mind keeps wandering back to that little slave of yours. And I can’t understand why. I mean, why settle for a slave when you can have a goddess?” she said in a very cocky tone.
“She is not a slave Ava, and you are not to refer to her in that manner. Her name is Liz and she deserves more respect than you have shown her.” he scolded.
“Respect?!” she half shouted, “I respect no one, I am a goddess and the future queen of Antar. People are to bow down to me, not the other way around.”
“What if I said I don’t want you for my queen, Ava? What if I said that the thought of marrying you makes my skin crawl? What if I said I was in love with that “Little slave” and that she would make a better queen and or goddess than you would anyday? Then what would you do?” Max’s tone became louder and louder. He was screaming by the end of it.
“How dare you? How dare you insult a goddess, the beloved daughter of Poseidon and the promised wife from the king of the gods? You will regret what you just said Zandros. My father will...” Ava started.
“Your father will do nothing of the sort. He is upset with you for running away and even more upset with you for the words you have just spoken. Too bad he can hear every word you say
because of Zandros’s shield. I think it is time for you to go, O’ Drippy Subordinate One” Aphrodite appeared out of no where. All of a sudden she was beside Max and Ava on a pure white stallion. Ava screamed in a fit of rage and disappeared into thin air. “Hello Zandros, I hope that was helpful.”Aphrodite said, directing her attention to him.
“Umm, yes, thank you, but now what do I do? I just rejected the gift from my grandfather, the king of the gods. How much trouble am I in?” Max asked.
“Well Zandros, I’m here to take you to Olympus and you’ll find out.” Aphrodite said and shroud of mist surrounded him and the next thing he knew he was before Zeus. Hera was seated next to him and the other gods were scattered about the room. Ava was in a corner and she looked like she was boiling mad.
“Hello again, my daughter’s son. It seems that you have just recently been involved in a rather interesting situation involving a gift that I gave you. I am rather shocked that you would reject the betrothed I chose for you and I would like to hear an explanation as to what is going on.” Zeus said to Max.
“Oh great and powerful Zeus, and my lordly grandfather, please do not be angry with me. I cannot marry this woman because I do not love her. She is not the kind of woman I would like to be my queen, my partner or my wife. I do not think she is the person you would want ruling the kingdom of your daughter or married to your grandson.” Max pleaded.
“What do you want then, my daughter’s son? If you are displeased with my choice, you should have come to me. I may be the most powerful god on Olympus, but I am still your grandfather
and I want you to be happy.” Zeus told him.
“I wish to be with Liz. She is the woman I love.” Max told him.
“And what of Liz’s feelings for you my daughter’s son?” Zeus questioned.
“I am not sure. I am afraid I have broken her heart beyond repair. I was not truthful with her and I should have been. I just hope she will be willing to forgive me.” Max confessed.
“Well, I think we should find out now, before anything else transpires. Elizabeth, please step forward.” Zeus told her, motioning to her to come towards him.
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Liz was really confused. One minute she was talking to Alex, the next a blonde haired woman pulled up next to them and waved her hand around her. Now she was somewhere up high in the sky and a large booming voice was calling her forward. Liz did as commanded and stepped out of the cloud of mist she had been standing in. Liz looked up and there before her were all the gods, and Max bowed before the god she assumed to be Zeus. Max was looking back at her with a very surprised expression. Funny, it matched her’s quite well.
“Elizabeth, my daughter’s son has expressed an interest in your hand in marriage. What do you say to this?” Zeus asked.
“He is already betrothed, and I will not marry a man already married. I believe in marriage between one man and one woman.” Liz answered back.
“Well my dear, his betrothal to Lady Ava hinges on your answer to this question. Do you love my daughter’s son?”
TBC... ok, I know I’m being bad, but I promise to update more regularly. TTYL
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Antarian Chica
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I got rained out of the field today, so I figured I wouldn’t leave you hanging for too terrible long and also, this story is on a roll. I know where the other ( Amazing Grace) is going, but I’m just having too much fun.
From Part 14
“Elizabeth, my daughter’s son has expressed an interest in your hand in marriage. What do you say to this?” Zeus asked.
“He is already betrothed, and I will not marry a man already married. I believe in marriage between one man and one woman.” Liz answered back.
“Well my dear, his betrothal to Lady Ava hinges on your answer to this question. Do you love my daughter’s son?”
Part 15
“Yes, but I do not wish to marry him. I trusted him and he
betrayed that trust. A marriage is built on trust and I will not marry anyone I do not trust. Yes, I do love him, but I do not wish to marry him.” Liz explained to Zeus.
“Liz, please. I’m sorry for not telling you the truth, but I didn’t know how. I love you more than anything and if you’ll let me, I’ll prove myself worthy of your love. Please Liz.” Max said as he came rushing towards her. He was now at her feet on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.
“Look at him sniveling like a coward at a slave woman’s feet. He is not fit to be king. I can’t believe you wanted me to marry him in the first place.” Ava commented from the back of the room.
“Watch your tongue, O’ Viperous One. If you are not careful, I will rid the earth of your true love and you have to spend an eternity miserable.” Aphrodite warned. Ava quickly backed away. She had upset the very old and very powerful goddess far too many times. She was also in trouble with her father, so keeping her mouth shut was a better option at this point.
“Zandros, she has chosen. Yes, she loves you, but you are not to be betrothed. It is up to you to win her heart. All the gods helped you as far as they could with Liz, it is up to you win her love. I am sending you both back to your comrades. They have already reached their destination and have made camp. I sent Hermes to deliver word of your whereabouts. They are expecting you. Now go my daughter’s son and the woman who holds is heart. Win back Antar and free my daughter.” And with that Zeus waved his hand and sent Max and Liz back to earth. “Now, as for you Lady Ava. I think your attitude is most unbecoming of a lady or a goddess. I think I shall send you to earth along with Zandros and Liz and you will be human until your attitude changes and you do 3 good deeds for other human beings.”
“What! Father, you can’t let him do this!” Ava cried to Poseidon.
“Don’t look to me. You are no longer my daughter, I disown you. Your insolent behavior and your horrid attitude has lead you to this. I will not save you for you deserve this punishment.” Poseidon told her turning his back to her. Zeus raised is hand Ava screamed.
She was sent plummeting back to earth and the landing from her fall hurt much worse than it usually did. No godly powers to fix it either. Great, just great. “I hate you Zeus. And you too father! And I really hate you Aphrodite. And I hate this planet and I hate humans and I hate...” Ava wailed looking up to the sky.
“If you can’t say anything nice, then you won’t say anything at all.” was whispered in her ear. Aphrodite followed her down and caught the nasty line of hatred she was announcing to the world. “This is my curse you nasty little nymph. Only nice things will spill from your vile tongue until you are again made immortal. Until then, your ability to speak will cease the instant something nasty pops into your little mind.” and with that Aphrodite disappeared.
“Why you...” and Ava’s voice ceased to work. “RAAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed and stormed off. She headed to the camp fires that were burning in the distance, hoping they were Zandros’s army.
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Max and Liz appeared right in front of the door to their tent. Micheal came over, followed by Maria, Isabel, Alex and Kyle. They all started talking at once.
“Where were you?,We were so worried, How could you just leave like that?, Who was the lady on the horse? Are you ok?” The questions all ran together.
“Calm down, we were called to Olympus to talk to grandfather and the gods.” Max told them while holding the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to get a headache.
“What about? and where is that nasty little blonde?” Micheal asked.
“About her, and she and I are no longer betrothed.” Max explained.
“How could you? Is my sister pregnant, because if she is I am going to beat you so bad you will feel it until the next age of man.” Maria screamed at Max. She came charging at him, but Micheal grabbed her around the waist before she could launch herself at Max.
“I am not pregnant, and that is not the reason they are no longer betrothed. I have had a very long day and I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Liz turned and entered the tent. Max looked at the still moving drapes over the door she had just entered.
“What happened Max?” Kyle asked. He was the only one brave enough to speak up.
“I screwed up. I didn’t tell her about Ava when I should have and now she doesn’t trust me. I have to fix it if I ever want her to love me again.” Max said with his head hanging.
“Zandros” came a small voice. “Zandros” then the owner of the voice came into view.
“Ava, what are you doing here? We are no longer betrothed, you are not welcome here.” Max said forcefully.
“I am not welcome anywhere Zandros. Please. I have been made human and I have no where else to go. My father has disowned me and the gods have punished me.” Ava pleaded.
“I will not take you in, but if someone else is willing, you may stay with them. I want you to come no where near me or Liz. Is that understood Ava?” Max questioned.
“Yes Zandros. I understand.” came a small reply.
“Will anyone of you take her in?” Max asked the group. Kyle stepped forward.
“She can sleep on my floor. If she does not have her powers and she is being punished, then she is of no threat to me.” Kyle said, offering his hand down to Ava.
Ava looked up at Kyle her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man in front of her. He was average height and had a strong build. He had light brown hair and beautiful eyes. They looked like they could see deep into her soul. She wondered if she even had a soul. She took his hand and he led her to his tent.
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Max said good night to everyone and thanked them for worrying. He turned towards the door to his tent and he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was safe to go inside. He didn’t know what kind of greeting he would receive after all the things that happened today. Well, here goes nothing he thought. Max pulled aside the drapes and headed in.
TBC......
From Part 14
“Elizabeth, my daughter’s son has expressed an interest in your hand in marriage. What do you say to this?” Zeus asked.
“He is already betrothed, and I will not marry a man already married. I believe in marriage between one man and one woman.” Liz answered back.
“Well my dear, his betrothal to Lady Ava hinges on your answer to this question. Do you love my daughter’s son?”
Part 15
“Yes, but I do not wish to marry him. I trusted him and he
betrayed that trust. A marriage is built on trust and I will not marry anyone I do not trust. Yes, I do love him, but I do not wish to marry him.” Liz explained to Zeus.
“Liz, please. I’m sorry for not telling you the truth, but I didn’t know how. I love you more than anything and if you’ll let me, I’ll prove myself worthy of your love. Please Liz.” Max said as he came rushing towards her. He was now at her feet on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.
“Look at him sniveling like a coward at a slave woman’s feet. He is not fit to be king. I can’t believe you wanted me to marry him in the first place.” Ava commented from the back of the room.
“Watch your tongue, O’ Viperous One. If you are not careful, I will rid the earth of your true love and you have to spend an eternity miserable.” Aphrodite warned. Ava quickly backed away. She had upset the very old and very powerful goddess far too many times. She was also in trouble with her father, so keeping her mouth shut was a better option at this point.
“Zandros, she has chosen. Yes, she loves you, but you are not to be betrothed. It is up to you to win her heart. All the gods helped you as far as they could with Liz, it is up to you win her love. I am sending you both back to your comrades. They have already reached their destination and have made camp. I sent Hermes to deliver word of your whereabouts. They are expecting you. Now go my daughter’s son and the woman who holds is heart. Win back Antar and free my daughter.” And with that Zeus waved his hand and sent Max and Liz back to earth. “Now, as for you Lady Ava. I think your attitude is most unbecoming of a lady or a goddess. I think I shall send you to earth along with Zandros and Liz and you will be human until your attitude changes and you do 3 good deeds for other human beings.”
“What! Father, you can’t let him do this!” Ava cried to Poseidon.
“Don’t look to me. You are no longer my daughter, I disown you. Your insolent behavior and your horrid attitude has lead you to this. I will not save you for you deserve this punishment.” Poseidon told her turning his back to her. Zeus raised is hand Ava screamed.
She was sent plummeting back to earth and the landing from her fall hurt much worse than it usually did. No godly powers to fix it either. Great, just great. “I hate you Zeus. And you too father! And I really hate you Aphrodite. And I hate this planet and I hate humans and I hate...” Ava wailed looking up to the sky.
“If you can’t say anything nice, then you won’t say anything at all.” was whispered in her ear. Aphrodite followed her down and caught the nasty line of hatred she was announcing to the world. “This is my curse you nasty little nymph. Only nice things will spill from your vile tongue until you are again made immortal. Until then, your ability to speak will cease the instant something nasty pops into your little mind.” and with that Aphrodite disappeared.
“Why you...” and Ava’s voice ceased to work. “RAAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed and stormed off. She headed to the camp fires that were burning in the distance, hoping they were Zandros’s army.
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Max and Liz appeared right in front of the door to their tent. Micheal came over, followed by Maria, Isabel, Alex and Kyle. They all started talking at once.
“Where were you?,We were so worried, How could you just leave like that?, Who was the lady on the horse? Are you ok?” The questions all ran together.
“Calm down, we were called to Olympus to talk to grandfather and the gods.” Max told them while holding the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to get a headache.
“What about? and where is that nasty little blonde?” Micheal asked.
“About her, and she and I are no longer betrothed.” Max explained.
“How could you? Is my sister pregnant, because if she is I am going to beat you so bad you will feel it until the next age of man.” Maria screamed at Max. She came charging at him, but Micheal grabbed her around the waist before she could launch herself at Max.
“I am not pregnant, and that is not the reason they are no longer betrothed. I have had a very long day and I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Liz turned and entered the tent. Max looked at the still moving drapes over the door she had just entered.
“What happened Max?” Kyle asked. He was the only one brave enough to speak up.
“I screwed up. I didn’t tell her about Ava when I should have and now she doesn’t trust me. I have to fix it if I ever want her to love me again.” Max said with his head hanging.
“Zandros” came a small voice. “Zandros” then the owner of the voice came into view.
“Ava, what are you doing here? We are no longer betrothed, you are not welcome here.” Max said forcefully.
“I am not welcome anywhere Zandros. Please. I have been made human and I have no where else to go. My father has disowned me and the gods have punished me.” Ava pleaded.
“I will not take you in, but if someone else is willing, you may stay with them. I want you to come no where near me or Liz. Is that understood Ava?” Max questioned.
“Yes Zandros. I understand.” came a small reply.
“Will anyone of you take her in?” Max asked the group. Kyle stepped forward.
“She can sleep on my floor. If she does not have her powers and she is being punished, then she is of no threat to me.” Kyle said, offering his hand down to Ava.
Ava looked up at Kyle her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man in front of her. He was average height and had a strong build. He had light brown hair and beautiful eyes. They looked like they could see deep into her soul. She wondered if she even had a soul. She took his hand and he led her to his tent.
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Max said good night to everyone and thanked them for worrying. He turned towards the door to his tent and he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was safe to go inside. He didn’t know what kind of greeting he would receive after all the things that happened today. Well, here goes nothing he thought. Max pulled aside the drapes and headed in.
TBC......
Go Team Zanaholics Anonymous!!!!!!!
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
Strawberry Shortcake 17
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
Strawberry Shortcake 17
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Strawberry Shortcake 17
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- Joined: Sat Sep 28, 2002 8:20 pm
- Location: good old PSU
Hi gang, I’m back. I have another rained out day here in Pennsylvania, so I figured I’d up date for the weekend and make you all happy dedicated readers-because I love you.
From Part 15
Max said good night to everyone and thanked them for worrying. He turned towards the door to his tent and he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was safe to go inside. He didn’t know what kind of greeting he would receive after all the things that happened today. Well, here goes nothing he thought. Max pulled aside the drapes and headed in.
Part 16
There she sat, just staring into space. She was seated on his bed, looking at but not really seeing his shield. Max looked at her and then at his shield. It looked the same, but he could tell there was something different about it. He walked over to his shield and picked it up. Liz’s eyes didn’t even register his presence in the room. She looked like she was in a trance, just staring at the shield.
Max ran his hand over the shield, and as his hand would pass over each symbol it would light up and he could feel which god had placed it there. Then he ran his fingers across the very middle of the shield and he found the new marking. There in the very center of his shield was a small heart with wings. The marking began to glow and then shot out a blinding light. Max shielded his eyes and then the light lessened. Before him stood Aphrodite in all her glory.
“Hello Zandros, I see you have found my symbol.” she said to him.
“Yes, I have. But I thought you had refused to place your symbol on my shield.” Max said to her. This was all becoming rather confusing.
“I said I would not place my symbol on your shield until you had found and recognized your true love. I placed my symbol on your shield right after you kissed her for the first time.” she told him. “Now, I know I am not supposed to be here, but your case young Zandros is a special one. I know that you fear that Liz no longer loves you, but I know that she does. She is only distressed because you were not truthful with her. I also know that because of yours and Liz’s combined heritage you are able to see flashes of each other’s lives. Use this to your advantage Zandros. Show her in the flashes what you cannot express in words. I must go now Zandros. May you and the other half of your soul find contentment and joy in each other.” and with that she disappeared.
Max put down the shield and walked over to Liz. She was still in a trance. He pulled her into his arms.
“Liz honey, wake up” he said, shaking her slightly. Liz stirred from her trance and looked up into his eyes. The happiness he saw at first in her eyes changed to a darker shade of distrust and
loathing. Liz tired to get free of him. “Wait Liz, please. I want to tell you how sorry I am. I should have told you from the beginning. I have never wanted to marry her, I was just unsure of
how I could break off the betrothal without bringing on the wrath of the gods. Please Liz, you have to understand. The instant Zeus said I was free to choose I begged him to let me have your hand. I love you Liz. I don’t know how to say it any better. Please let me show you Liz, please just let me kiss you so you can see.” he begged.
Liz didn’t move, she just closed her eyes and he took that as his invitation. His lips swooped down and captured hers in a searing kiss. Almost instantly the connection formed and Liz began to get flashes. She saw him kneeling in front of Zeus, begging for her to be his. She saw the hate he had for Ava and all the things she said to Liz. She felt the pain he felt listening to her tears as she cried on Alex’s horse. She felt is fear of the chance he might lose her and she felt the hollowness he felt when she said she could not trust him. All of these images and emotions came flying past her, but the one that stuck out the most was is love. He loved her more than life its self. She saw Aphrodite appear and explain the new marking on the shield. She had called her his soul’s other half and he truly felt that she was. His love her warmed her heart and she knew he had never meant to hurt her. She broke the kiss and looked up at him.
“I love you Max. I sorry for doubting you. If you will still have me, I would be honored to become your bride and complete our souls.” Liz said with tears in her eyes.
“I would like nothing better than to have you by my side for all eternity, my love, my life, my Liz.” Max said bending his head down to kiss her again. This time she met him half way and the kiss started out soft, but quickly became passionate. His tongue swept across her lips and she gave him access to plunder her mouth. His tongue inspected every last crevice of her mouth while her tongue did the same to his. Max hands moved from merle holding her sides to the left hand holding her head and the right roaming her side. Liz’s hands had come up around his neck and were holding on tight for fear he would disappear and this had all been a dream.
Max’s right hand started to become bolder and moved around her shoulder, massaging and molding her skin. She was like limp putty in his hands. His hand moved down her arm and to her rib cage. Liz let her head fall back and Max kissed a trail of fire down her neck, sending shiver of pleasure down her spine. Liz let out a soft moan and Max reveled in the joy of giving her pleasure. Liz’s hands were tightening and releasing the small hairs on the back of his neck and the pressure was exhilarating to Max. She moved one hand a started playing with his dark locks.
Max’s left hand still held her tight to him, but his right was moving upwards, ever so slowly. Max wasn’t sure if Liz wanted this. He knew she had said she wanted to marry him, but did she want to wait. He hoped she didn’t. If he didn’t have her he was afraid he might explode with need. Max’s hand came in contact with the swell of her breast overtop of her shirt and she let out another moan. Max cupped her breast in his hand, getting used to the weight and the feel of it. He wanted to memorize every last detail of this night. Liz said she loved him and she forgave him. Nothing else in life could feel this wonderful. Max started to massage Liz’s breast, but stopped when she felt her lift her head. Max looked up into her eyes and saw the raw passion in them. Her eyes were dark and sensual and that look made him desire her even more.
Liz dropped her hands from his neck and she felt Max tense. Oh no he thought. She wants me to stop. Then to his surprise she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Don’t worry Max, I want this just as much as you do. I want you Max, sow me that you love me.” she said, looking him right in the eye. Max let out a groan and captured her lips again. This time he
wasn’t hesitant. His hand reached up and cupped her small breast. Her moan was caught by his mouth as his kissed her with all the passion and desire he had for her. Her nipples were rapidly
getting hard and Max could feel this. He touched the nipple lightly with his index finger and felt
it harden even more with his touch. Max then rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger and he could feel Liz start to squirm under the pleasure. Her breathing had become rapid and her moaning was getting louder.
Max let go of her lips and again kissed and licked at her neck. His mouth kept moving lower and Liz’s moans were free to be heard now that his mouth was elsewhere. Max’s lips hovered right over the top of her breast. He had a split second of doubt as to her wanting this, but suddenly he felt her hands in his hair, coaxing his head downward. He didn’t argue. His mouth found her nipple and sucked hard.
“Oh Max!” Liz panted. This was amazing. The things he could do to her body with his hands and his lips, and that tongue. His tongue was scandalous, but it felt wonderful. Her entire body was tingling from her head down to her toes, but the one part of her body that wanted the most attention was right between her legs. Liz didn’t really know what transpired between a man and a woman, but if it fulfilled that ache between her thighs then she wanted all of it.
Max’s hand had moved again and this time it was resting on her leg. His mouth was happily attached to her breasts, showing both equal affection, but his hand had gotten adventurous again. He started to gather up her skirts until he came in contact with leg, beautifully soft and creamy white leg. Liz’s hands had also moved and they were massaging his chest. In the midst of her moans, Liz asked Max if she could see him too. He was happy to oblige. He first laid her down on the bed they had been sitting on and he stood up and removed his tunic. Liz was in awe of how perfect he looked. He resembled a statue in Athens of Adonis. She was sure it was his heritage that was responsible for the fine craftsmanship. He looked down at her and the sight took his breath away. She was naked from the waist down and her long hair was splayed across his pillows. Her creamy breasts and her flat stomach were on display for him, and for him only. That thought alone excited him to almost bursting. All this touching and tasting of Liz had made his erection painful. Her little moans weren’t helping either. Each moan was like an electric shock of pleasure right to his groin.
Liz felt bashful about being so exposed and she reached up to cover herself. Max reached out to stop her. “Don’t Liz, you are so beautiful.” was all he said. He laid down next to her on the bed and gathered her in his arms again. His mouth sought out hers and found each other in a passion filled kiss. Max’s hand was resting on her hip and it moved to the small of her back. He brought her flush against him and she could feel his hardness and the heat coming off his body. It scared and thrilled her at the same time. Max’s hand again began to pull up her skirts in search of the soft flesh underneath.
Finally Max had the skirt pulled up and out of the way and he started to rub her leg. Liz could feel the tingle intensify. Every time his hand moved, she felt a little pleasure jolt, right to her insides. She started rubbing her legs together in hopes of massaging the ache. Max’s hand moved lower to the inner side of her knee cap. Liz tensed up a bit. No one had ever touched her
there. Was he supposed to do this? She wasn’t sure.
“It’s ok baby, just let me love you. Relax.” he said, and with those few words, Liz relaxed and Max managed to slightly part her legs. His hand moved up her inner thigh and massaged the soft skin there. The tingles intensified for Liz. The ache she was feeling was becoming borderline painful. She knew only Max could sooth it. She wished he would.
Max’s hand inched up higher on her thigh and his fingers reached out to touch her hot center. Her legs fell open almost on instinct and her scent filled his nostrils. It was intoxicating. He was getting dizzy just from her amount of desire for him. His index finger reached out and touched her wet core and Liz let out a loud moan.
“Max!” she almost screamed. It felt so good. Max became bolder and stroked her heat. She was soaking wet, and all his. Max let his fingers wander and they found her sheath. His inserted one long finger into her. “Oh Max, OH!” she moaned. He moved the finger and began to pump it in and out of her. Liz started to arch her back. She was trying to get closer to his finger. He inserted a second finger and her moaning got even louder. His thumb found her pleasure point and started massaging that while his fingers pistoned in and out of her. Her hips were off the bed, rocking in time with his fingers’ thrusts. She could feel it. Something was coming. It felt like her whole body was tensed up into a tiny ball and then, she exploded.
“Maxxxx! Ohhh” she screamed as her hips flew off the bed and her insides began to quiver. Max kept his pace with his hands invading her hot wet body as she rode out her orgams and slowly came back to earth. When she finally started to breath normally and her eyes opened, Max removed his hand and looked into her eyes.
“I love you Liz, that was beautiful.” was all he said. She looked up into his eyes.
“Thank you Max, that felt amazing. I have one question though.” she said to him.
“What is that sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Can I do the same for you?” she asked. His only thought was she is going to be the death of me.
TBC.... teehee
From Part 15
Max said good night to everyone and thanked them for worrying. He turned towards the door to his tent and he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was safe to go inside. He didn’t know what kind of greeting he would receive after all the things that happened today. Well, here goes nothing he thought. Max pulled aside the drapes and headed in.
Part 16
There she sat, just staring into space. She was seated on his bed, looking at but not really seeing his shield. Max looked at her and then at his shield. It looked the same, but he could tell there was something different about it. He walked over to his shield and picked it up. Liz’s eyes didn’t even register his presence in the room. She looked like she was in a trance, just staring at the shield.
Max ran his hand over the shield, and as his hand would pass over each symbol it would light up and he could feel which god had placed it there. Then he ran his fingers across the very middle of the shield and he found the new marking. There in the very center of his shield was a small heart with wings. The marking began to glow and then shot out a blinding light. Max shielded his eyes and then the light lessened. Before him stood Aphrodite in all her glory.
“Hello Zandros, I see you have found my symbol.” she said to him.
“Yes, I have. But I thought you had refused to place your symbol on my shield.” Max said to her. This was all becoming rather confusing.
“I said I would not place my symbol on your shield until you had found and recognized your true love. I placed my symbol on your shield right after you kissed her for the first time.” she told him. “Now, I know I am not supposed to be here, but your case young Zandros is a special one. I know that you fear that Liz no longer loves you, but I know that she does. She is only distressed because you were not truthful with her. I also know that because of yours and Liz’s combined heritage you are able to see flashes of each other’s lives. Use this to your advantage Zandros. Show her in the flashes what you cannot express in words. I must go now Zandros. May you and the other half of your soul find contentment and joy in each other.” and with that she disappeared.
Max put down the shield and walked over to Liz. She was still in a trance. He pulled her into his arms.
“Liz honey, wake up” he said, shaking her slightly. Liz stirred from her trance and looked up into his eyes. The happiness he saw at first in her eyes changed to a darker shade of distrust and
loathing. Liz tired to get free of him. “Wait Liz, please. I want to tell you how sorry I am. I should have told you from the beginning. I have never wanted to marry her, I was just unsure of
how I could break off the betrothal without bringing on the wrath of the gods. Please Liz, you have to understand. The instant Zeus said I was free to choose I begged him to let me have your hand. I love you Liz. I don’t know how to say it any better. Please let me show you Liz, please just let me kiss you so you can see.” he begged.
Liz didn’t move, she just closed her eyes and he took that as his invitation. His lips swooped down and captured hers in a searing kiss. Almost instantly the connection formed and Liz began to get flashes. She saw him kneeling in front of Zeus, begging for her to be his. She saw the hate he had for Ava and all the things she said to Liz. She felt the pain he felt listening to her tears as she cried on Alex’s horse. She felt is fear of the chance he might lose her and she felt the hollowness he felt when she said she could not trust him. All of these images and emotions came flying past her, but the one that stuck out the most was is love. He loved her more than life its self. She saw Aphrodite appear and explain the new marking on the shield. She had called her his soul’s other half and he truly felt that she was. His love her warmed her heart and she knew he had never meant to hurt her. She broke the kiss and looked up at him.
“I love you Max. I sorry for doubting you. If you will still have me, I would be honored to become your bride and complete our souls.” Liz said with tears in her eyes.
“I would like nothing better than to have you by my side for all eternity, my love, my life, my Liz.” Max said bending his head down to kiss her again. This time she met him half way and the kiss started out soft, but quickly became passionate. His tongue swept across her lips and she gave him access to plunder her mouth. His tongue inspected every last crevice of her mouth while her tongue did the same to his. Max hands moved from merle holding her sides to the left hand holding her head and the right roaming her side. Liz’s hands had come up around his neck and were holding on tight for fear he would disappear and this had all been a dream.
Max’s right hand started to become bolder and moved around her shoulder, massaging and molding her skin. She was like limp putty in his hands. His hand moved down her arm and to her rib cage. Liz let her head fall back and Max kissed a trail of fire down her neck, sending shiver of pleasure down her spine. Liz let out a soft moan and Max reveled in the joy of giving her pleasure. Liz’s hands were tightening and releasing the small hairs on the back of his neck and the pressure was exhilarating to Max. She moved one hand a started playing with his dark locks.
Max’s left hand still held her tight to him, but his right was moving upwards, ever so slowly. Max wasn’t sure if Liz wanted this. He knew she had said she wanted to marry him, but did she want to wait. He hoped she didn’t. If he didn’t have her he was afraid he might explode with need. Max’s hand came in contact with the swell of her breast overtop of her shirt and she let out another moan. Max cupped her breast in his hand, getting used to the weight and the feel of it. He wanted to memorize every last detail of this night. Liz said she loved him and she forgave him. Nothing else in life could feel this wonderful. Max started to massage Liz’s breast, but stopped when she felt her lift her head. Max looked up into her eyes and saw the raw passion in them. Her eyes were dark and sensual and that look made him desire her even more.
Liz dropped her hands from his neck and she felt Max tense. Oh no he thought. She wants me to stop. Then to his surprise she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Don’t worry Max, I want this just as much as you do. I want you Max, sow me that you love me.” she said, looking him right in the eye. Max let out a groan and captured her lips again. This time he
wasn’t hesitant. His hand reached up and cupped her small breast. Her moan was caught by his mouth as his kissed her with all the passion and desire he had for her. Her nipples were rapidly
getting hard and Max could feel this. He touched the nipple lightly with his index finger and felt
it harden even more with his touch. Max then rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger and he could feel Liz start to squirm under the pleasure. Her breathing had become rapid and her moaning was getting louder.
Max let go of her lips and again kissed and licked at her neck. His mouth kept moving lower and Liz’s moans were free to be heard now that his mouth was elsewhere. Max’s lips hovered right over the top of her breast. He had a split second of doubt as to her wanting this, but suddenly he felt her hands in his hair, coaxing his head downward. He didn’t argue. His mouth found her nipple and sucked hard.
“Oh Max!” Liz panted. This was amazing. The things he could do to her body with his hands and his lips, and that tongue. His tongue was scandalous, but it felt wonderful. Her entire body was tingling from her head down to her toes, but the one part of her body that wanted the most attention was right between her legs. Liz didn’t really know what transpired between a man and a woman, but if it fulfilled that ache between her thighs then she wanted all of it.
Max’s hand had moved again and this time it was resting on her leg. His mouth was happily attached to her breasts, showing both equal affection, but his hand had gotten adventurous again. He started to gather up her skirts until he came in contact with leg, beautifully soft and creamy white leg. Liz’s hands had also moved and they were massaging his chest. In the midst of her moans, Liz asked Max if she could see him too. He was happy to oblige. He first laid her down on the bed they had been sitting on and he stood up and removed his tunic. Liz was in awe of how perfect he looked. He resembled a statue in Athens of Adonis. She was sure it was his heritage that was responsible for the fine craftsmanship. He looked down at her and the sight took his breath away. She was naked from the waist down and her long hair was splayed across his pillows. Her creamy breasts and her flat stomach were on display for him, and for him only. That thought alone excited him to almost bursting. All this touching and tasting of Liz had made his erection painful. Her little moans weren’t helping either. Each moan was like an electric shock of pleasure right to his groin.
Liz felt bashful about being so exposed and she reached up to cover herself. Max reached out to stop her. “Don’t Liz, you are so beautiful.” was all he said. He laid down next to her on the bed and gathered her in his arms again. His mouth sought out hers and found each other in a passion filled kiss. Max’s hand was resting on her hip and it moved to the small of her back. He brought her flush against him and she could feel his hardness and the heat coming off his body. It scared and thrilled her at the same time. Max’s hand again began to pull up her skirts in search of the soft flesh underneath.
Finally Max had the skirt pulled up and out of the way and he started to rub her leg. Liz could feel the tingle intensify. Every time his hand moved, she felt a little pleasure jolt, right to her insides. She started rubbing her legs together in hopes of massaging the ache. Max’s hand moved lower to the inner side of her knee cap. Liz tensed up a bit. No one had ever touched her
there. Was he supposed to do this? She wasn’t sure.
“It’s ok baby, just let me love you. Relax.” he said, and with those few words, Liz relaxed and Max managed to slightly part her legs. His hand moved up her inner thigh and massaged the soft skin there. The tingles intensified for Liz. The ache she was feeling was becoming borderline painful. She knew only Max could sooth it. She wished he would.
Max’s hand inched up higher on her thigh and his fingers reached out to touch her hot center. Her legs fell open almost on instinct and her scent filled his nostrils. It was intoxicating. He was getting dizzy just from her amount of desire for him. His index finger reached out and touched her wet core and Liz let out a loud moan.
“Max!” she almost screamed. It felt so good. Max became bolder and stroked her heat. She was soaking wet, and all his. Max let his fingers wander and they found her sheath. His inserted one long finger into her. “Oh Max, OH!” she moaned. He moved the finger and began to pump it in and out of her. Liz started to arch her back. She was trying to get closer to his finger. He inserted a second finger and her moaning got even louder. His thumb found her pleasure point and started massaging that while his fingers pistoned in and out of her. Her hips were off the bed, rocking in time with his fingers’ thrusts. She could feel it. Something was coming. It felt like her whole body was tensed up into a tiny ball and then, she exploded.
“Maxxxx! Ohhh” she screamed as her hips flew off the bed and her insides began to quiver. Max kept his pace with his hands invading her hot wet body as she rode out her orgams and slowly came back to earth. When she finally started to breath normally and her eyes opened, Max removed his hand and looked into her eyes.
“I love you Liz, that was beautiful.” was all he said. She looked up into his eyes.
“Thank you Max, that felt amazing. I have one question though.” she said to him.
“What is that sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Can I do the same for you?” she asked. His only thought was she is going to be the death of me.
TBC.... teehee
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Part 17!
Hi gang, I’m so sorry I have been neglecting my author-ish duties, but I have many good excuses. For one thing, living on a farm is no cup of tea and when the family expects you to work everyday, all day, not much writing gets done. I also had my birthday at the beginning of the month (Happy Birthday to Me) and I bunch of other things. But with the impending nominations for fanfiction, I saw that some people have nominated me in the AU without Aliens category (Nicola, Vegas312 = lots o’ love there chicas) for this story, so I decided that maybe I need to get back to writing and give a new part for others to read to make sure no one has forgotten about me.
Well, on with the new part. This one will be a little steamy, so make sure you have on the air conditioning and lots of ice on hand. (she says smiling while the halo melts over her head)
From Part 16
“I love you Liz, that was beautiful.” was all he said. She looked up into his eyes.
“Thank you Max, that felt amazing. I have one question though.” she said to him.
“What is that sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Can I do the same for you?” she asked. His only thought was she is going to be the death of me.
Part 17
“Um, yes, ah, yes you can, but I’m not sure if you are ready...” Max stuttered. He was so shocked that sweet innocent Liz would ask something so brazen.
“Please Max,” she pleaded.
“Well, first things first, lets finish getting out of these clothes.” Max said, hoping to step back for just a second and gather his thoughts. Max reached for her skirt and pulled it off her body. Next came her undergarments and after those were removed there was nothing to block Max’s view of the goddess sprawled out on his bed. Liz couldn’t handle Max staring at her naked body. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. She reached up to cover herself again. She could almost feel her blush covering her whole body.
“Liz, please don’t. Let me look at you. Your body is so perfect. I’ve never seen any being that could compare to your loveliness.” Max told her sincerely. Liz knew this was some compliment, considering Max was raised by the Gods. Max then reached to remove the rest of his clothing and Liz couldn’t help but stare as his pants pushed past his hips, down his thighs and his muscular calves. Then her gaze moved upward and she tried not to look but couldn’t. His manhood was standing proudly up in the air, almost like it was saluting it’s desire for her.
Liz blushed even harder and turned her head. She was ashamed at the wanton way she was acting. This sudden change in her attitude did not go unnoticed. Max laid down on the bed next to Liz and gathered her in his arms. His manhood brushed up against her leg and it was all he could do not to moan out loud. Liz eyes were downcast in hopes that Max wouldn’t see how naive she was.
“Liz, look at me. What’s the matter?” Max asked. He feared he had gone too far too fast. He would stop now if Liz asked him to, even if certain parts of his anatomy wouldn’t forgive him for it all night. Liz looked up into his eyes, uncertainty written all over them.
“I don’t know what to do Max. I don’t know anything about what happens between men and women. I never even been naked in the presence of anyone other than my sister, Maria.” Liz explained her fears to him.
“Liz, don’t worry. There is nothing wrong in showing the love you have for someone and them loving you in return. Let me prove it to you Liz. You have nothing to be afraid of. The fact that you are modest like this just makes me love and desire you more.” Max told her, hoping he could convince her to not be afraid. He wanted her so badly, but he couldn’t rush her into anything she wasn’t ready for.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you Max.” she said in a quiet whisper.
“Nothing you could ever do would disappoint me.” he told her. He reached for her chin and tilted her face so she was looking directly into his eyes. He slowly lowered his head and captured her lips with his own in a kiss that expressed just how much he loved and cherished her.
The minute Max’s lips touched hers, all her uncertainty melted and all her mind could process was how good it felt to be kissed by Max. His arms were around her and his naked, muscular body was pressed against her own equally naked one. Every where his skin touched hers, it felt like her skin was on fire, tingling with desire. Max’s hand caressed her cheek and played with her hair. He wanted to be sure she was ready before he continued. Max could feel her soften under his kiss and her body was pressing closer to his. Max started to kiss down her neck and her breath was coming out in quick pants. Max’s hands moved downward, one coming down to the small of her back, the other to her torso, massaging the skin of her flat stomach. Max could feel the sensitive skin quiver under his finger tips.
Max’s mouth moved lower and again latched on to her breast. The sensations were overwhelming to Liz. His mouth, his hands, his skin touching her entire body made her head swim. Liz arched her body into his touch, trying to get closer, hoping he would give her that same feeling he had moments ago, that feeling of flying and falling and landing in a warm bath of pleasure that she was sure only he could give.
Max’s hand moved down her stomach, over her mound and down between her legs. He let his fingers run over her center, testing her readiness. His fingers came away wet. She tried to arch into his hand and get him to sooth the familiar ache that was forming between her legs. He couldn’t help himself and he let one long finger slide inside her and pump in and out. Liz moaned at the contact and arced even higher, hoping his finger would slide in even farther. He pulled his hand away and Liz moaned in protest.
“Shh, baby” he hushed her. Both of their bodies were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat and their breath was coming out at the same ragged pace. Max moved his body over top of hers. Max settled himself between her thighs and his ragging manhood positioned itself right at her entrance. Max felt Liz tense up underneath him at the invasion. She looked up into his eyes. the uncertainty of what came next was plain to see on her face. Max kissed her on the forehead and said to her, “It’s ok baby, just let me love you.”
That was all she needed to hear. At Max’s confession of love all her fears were thrown to the wind and her body relaxed under him. Max took this as his signal to continue. He shifted his weight so that he wasn’t crushing her and slowly entered her. Liz felt like every nerve ending in her body was alive and focused on the spot Max was entering her. She could feel him slowly pushing his length inside her tight passage and the feeling was more amazing than anything she had ever experienced. Max kept pushing himself in until he met her barrier. He slowly pulled back and surged forward. Liz had been told as a little girl that when you first lay with a man, you feel pain, but the thing she felt other than the great pleasure of having Max inside her was a slight warming sensation at the small of her back. Max’s hand was there, healing her, even though she didn’t know it.
Max waited a minute for her to adjust to his size and when her hips moved slightly towards his, Max took that as her way of showing him he should continue. Max started slowly, moving all the way out and pushing in again. Liz started arching into the contact. Her moans were coming frequently between breaths, in time with his thrusts. Max picked up the pace. He was trying his hardest to go slow for her and make this first time special, but being inside her was like being in heaven itself. Now Liz’s hips were pushing up to meet his thrusts and Max held his needs in check through gritted teeth.
Max could feel the walls of Liz’s passage start to tighten and Max thanked what ever god was watching over him right now, because with every stroke he got seconds closer to embarrassing himself with Liz during their first time.
“MAX!” Liz screamed as she went over the edge, her body shaking from the pleasure she was feeling. Her walls clamped down around him. Finally he let is tightly guarded control down and let the pleasure wash over him. Liz could feel Max’s seed flood her body and the warmth from that and the tide of pleasure she was riding was almost earth shattering. Liz slowly came back to earth. Max could hardly breath from the pleasure he was feeling. It was so amazing, making love to Liz, being inside her. He kept pumping slowly, extending Liz’s and his own orgasms. Max finally stopped and collapsed on top of her. The two of them trying to catch their breath.
“Thank you Max, thank you for making me feel loved.” Liz said in a voice a little above a whisper. Max marveled at the fact that she could string together a coherent sentence. He just nodded his head that was laying on her chest and slowly drifted to sleep.
Well, was that hot enough for you. Maybe I’ll get nominated for love scene that made you go Whoa! We’ll see. I promise to update sooner than I did this last time. Thanks for the nominations, it really made my day.
Well, on with the new part. This one will be a little steamy, so make sure you have on the air conditioning and lots of ice on hand. (she says smiling while the halo melts over her head)
From Part 16
“I love you Liz, that was beautiful.” was all he said. She looked up into his eyes.
“Thank you Max, that felt amazing. I have one question though.” she said to him.
“What is that sweetheart?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Can I do the same for you?” she asked. His only thought was she is going to be the death of me.
Part 17
“Um, yes, ah, yes you can, but I’m not sure if you are ready...” Max stuttered. He was so shocked that sweet innocent Liz would ask something so brazen.
“Please Max,” she pleaded.
“Well, first things first, lets finish getting out of these clothes.” Max said, hoping to step back for just a second and gather his thoughts. Max reached for her skirt and pulled it off her body. Next came her undergarments and after those were removed there was nothing to block Max’s view of the goddess sprawled out on his bed. Liz couldn’t handle Max staring at her naked body. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. She reached up to cover herself again. She could almost feel her blush covering her whole body.
“Liz, please don’t. Let me look at you. Your body is so perfect. I’ve never seen any being that could compare to your loveliness.” Max told her sincerely. Liz knew this was some compliment, considering Max was raised by the Gods. Max then reached to remove the rest of his clothing and Liz couldn’t help but stare as his pants pushed past his hips, down his thighs and his muscular calves. Then her gaze moved upward and she tried not to look but couldn’t. His manhood was standing proudly up in the air, almost like it was saluting it’s desire for her.
Liz blushed even harder and turned her head. She was ashamed at the wanton way she was acting. This sudden change in her attitude did not go unnoticed. Max laid down on the bed next to Liz and gathered her in his arms. His manhood brushed up against her leg and it was all he could do not to moan out loud. Liz eyes were downcast in hopes that Max wouldn’t see how naive she was.
“Liz, look at me. What’s the matter?” Max asked. He feared he had gone too far too fast. He would stop now if Liz asked him to, even if certain parts of his anatomy wouldn’t forgive him for it all night. Liz looked up into his eyes, uncertainty written all over them.
“I don’t know what to do Max. I don’t know anything about what happens between men and women. I never even been naked in the presence of anyone other than my sister, Maria.” Liz explained her fears to him.
“Liz, don’t worry. There is nothing wrong in showing the love you have for someone and them loving you in return. Let me prove it to you Liz. You have nothing to be afraid of. The fact that you are modest like this just makes me love and desire you more.” Max told her, hoping he could convince her to not be afraid. He wanted her so badly, but he couldn’t rush her into anything she wasn’t ready for.
“I just don’t want to disappoint you Max.” she said in a quiet whisper.
“Nothing you could ever do would disappoint me.” he told her. He reached for her chin and tilted her face so she was looking directly into his eyes. He slowly lowered his head and captured her lips with his own in a kiss that expressed just how much he loved and cherished her.
The minute Max’s lips touched hers, all her uncertainty melted and all her mind could process was how good it felt to be kissed by Max. His arms were around her and his naked, muscular body was pressed against her own equally naked one. Every where his skin touched hers, it felt like her skin was on fire, tingling with desire. Max’s hand caressed her cheek and played with her hair. He wanted to be sure she was ready before he continued. Max could feel her soften under his kiss and her body was pressing closer to his. Max started to kiss down her neck and her breath was coming out in quick pants. Max’s hands moved downward, one coming down to the small of her back, the other to her torso, massaging the skin of her flat stomach. Max could feel the sensitive skin quiver under his finger tips.
Max’s mouth moved lower and again latched on to her breast. The sensations were overwhelming to Liz. His mouth, his hands, his skin touching her entire body made her head swim. Liz arched her body into his touch, trying to get closer, hoping he would give her that same feeling he had moments ago, that feeling of flying and falling and landing in a warm bath of pleasure that she was sure only he could give.
Max’s hand moved down her stomach, over her mound and down between her legs. He let his fingers run over her center, testing her readiness. His fingers came away wet. She tried to arch into his hand and get him to sooth the familiar ache that was forming between her legs. He couldn’t help himself and he let one long finger slide inside her and pump in and out. Liz moaned at the contact and arced even higher, hoping his finger would slide in even farther. He pulled his hand away and Liz moaned in protest.
“Shh, baby” he hushed her. Both of their bodies were now covered in a thin sheen of sweat and their breath was coming out at the same ragged pace. Max moved his body over top of hers. Max settled himself between her thighs and his ragging manhood positioned itself right at her entrance. Max felt Liz tense up underneath him at the invasion. She looked up into his eyes. the uncertainty of what came next was plain to see on her face. Max kissed her on the forehead and said to her, “It’s ok baby, just let me love you.”
That was all she needed to hear. At Max’s confession of love all her fears were thrown to the wind and her body relaxed under him. Max took this as his signal to continue. He shifted his weight so that he wasn’t crushing her and slowly entered her. Liz felt like every nerve ending in her body was alive and focused on the spot Max was entering her. She could feel him slowly pushing his length inside her tight passage and the feeling was more amazing than anything she had ever experienced. Max kept pushing himself in until he met her barrier. He slowly pulled back and surged forward. Liz had been told as a little girl that when you first lay with a man, you feel pain, but the thing she felt other than the great pleasure of having Max inside her was a slight warming sensation at the small of her back. Max’s hand was there, healing her, even though she didn’t know it.
Max waited a minute for her to adjust to his size and when her hips moved slightly towards his, Max took that as her way of showing him he should continue. Max started slowly, moving all the way out and pushing in again. Liz started arching into the contact. Her moans were coming frequently between breaths, in time with his thrusts. Max picked up the pace. He was trying his hardest to go slow for her and make this first time special, but being inside her was like being in heaven itself. Now Liz’s hips were pushing up to meet his thrusts and Max held his needs in check through gritted teeth.
Max could feel the walls of Liz’s passage start to tighten and Max thanked what ever god was watching over him right now, because with every stroke he got seconds closer to embarrassing himself with Liz during their first time.
“MAX!” Liz screamed as she went over the edge, her body shaking from the pleasure she was feeling. Her walls clamped down around him. Finally he let is tightly guarded control down and let the pleasure wash over him. Liz could feel Max’s seed flood her body and the warmth from that and the tide of pleasure she was riding was almost earth shattering. Liz slowly came back to earth. Max could hardly breath from the pleasure he was feeling. It was so amazing, making love to Liz, being inside her. He kept pumping slowly, extending Liz’s and his own orgasms. Max finally stopped and collapsed on top of her. The two of them trying to catch their breath.
“Thank you Max, thank you for making me feel loved.” Liz said in a voice a little above a whisper. Max marveled at the fact that she could string together a coherent sentence. He just nodded his head that was laying on her chest and slowly drifted to sleep.
Well, was that hot enough for you. Maybe I’ll get nominated for love scene that made you go Whoa! We’ll see. I promise to update sooner than I did this last time. Thanks for the nominations, it really made my day.
Go Team Zanaholics Anonymous!!!!!!!
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Part 18
Max awoke the next morning feeling better and more refreshed after a night’s sleep than he had in his whole life. It might have had something to do with the fact that Liz wore him out, not once, but twice last night. In the middle of the night, certain parts of his anatomy awoke him from his sound sleep to remind him that a beautiful voluptuous female was in his bed and while he may be tired, certain parts were “up” for another round. He rolled over and was surprised to find Liz wide awake and staring at him in the middle of the night.
“I couldn’t sleep.” she told him.
“I’m sorry Liz. If you want me to sleep somewhere else, I will.” he said shifting his weight, moving to get out of the bed.
“No Max, that’s not what I meant.” she said grabbing his arm before he could climb out of the bed. “I couldn’t sleep because I wanted you to make love to me again, but I was afraid to wake you. I wasn’t sure if you could do that more than once in a night.” Her blush was visible, even in the dark.
“Oh,” he replied, “Well, to answer your curiosity, yes you can do it many more than one time a night. You can do it in the morning, at lunch, before dinner, after dinner, for dinner, in the dark, in bed, on the floor, outside and many more times and places I intend to make love to you at. But for know, I’ll keep you in my bed and make love to you here under the covers.”
“You can’t do this during the day, I’m sure it’s indecent.” she scolded him.
“Your right, it’s very indecent and I plan on being indecent with you at every chance I get. Having you for breakfast if not sooner is sounding very good to me right now.” he joked. He captured her lips before she could make any more protests to what an immoral man he was. If being immoral meant making love to Liz, then he swore then and there to become the most immoral man of all time.
He made tender, unhurried love to her under the covers and when they had both reached nirvana, Max gathered her in his arms and she quickly fell to sleep on is chest. Her soft puffs of air on his chest were enough of a stimulant for his certain parts, not to mention her naked flesh was pressed up against his, but he had to tell his little king no this time. He was so tired he could hardly keep his eyes open and he didn’t want to break Liz. The fact that she wanted to a second time nearly blew him away. She claimed to be innocent, but after a little taste of passion, her innocence melted away, leaving a passion hungry woman.
Max slowly untangled himself from Liz’s embrace. His body protested louder with every inch he moved further away from her body. He stretch and many muscles he wasn’t aware he owned ached, but it was a good ache. He woke up satisfied. He had the love of the most wonderful woman in the world and he had just gotten the chance to prove it to her twice in the same night. He was sure life didn’t get any better than this.
He looked back down at Liz’s sleeping form and watched as her chest and perky breasts rose and fell in time with her breathing. Her lips were slightly puffy from being well kissed and her hair was a tangle all over his pillows. He committed that pictured to memory. He was in the presence of the most beautiful work of art ever witnessed and thanked the gods she was all his.
He got up and got dressed. Staying in bed with her for the rest of the day had sounded more appealing, but he had many things to attend to. He was still king and he was still at war, and he also had a royal wedding to plan. If he had gotten Liz pregnant last night, then he didn’t want anyone thinking of her as a woman who was easy with her virtue or other things like that. He wanted Liz as his wife, his queen, his partner in life. His thoughts then drifted to children. What if Liz was pregnant? What if he was already a father? Well, he hoped they looked like Liz, because then they would be perfect.
Max leaned down and kissed Liz on the lips. Liz softly whimpered as he pulled back, but never woke. He exited the tent with a skip in his step and a grin plastered across his face. His smile didn’t waver when Micheal practically barreled right into him.
“I have been looking for you! Where did you go yesterday? Why the hell were you in bed for so long? Do you have any idea what time it is? For the gods’ sake Max, we are at war here!” Micheal bellowed. He was red in the face and he didn’t much care right now that he was screaming at his king.
“Calm down Micheal, I can explain everything, but it can wait until Liz is awake and we have assembled everyone. Now please, go get Isabel, Alex, Kyle and Liz’s sister...uh, what is her name?” Max asked. It was on the tip of his tongue.
“Maria, her name is Maria.” Micheal said rather snippingly. His temper was still in full roar, but he knew he wasn’t going to get any answers now. “ I don’t see why she has to be there.” he bit out.
“Because I’m going to be marrying her sister and I figured she would want to know about it. Oh, and by the way Micheal, would you be my best man?” Max asked catching Micheal off guard.
“Oh, uh, yeah Max, I’ll be your best man, oh, I, wow. Your actually gonna marry her?” he said slightly dumbfounded and saying the last part more as a statement than a question.
“Yes Micheal, now go round up the others. I’ll see you in the meeting tent in an hour.” Max said turning, leaving Micheal there to process the new information.
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Liz woke up to find the bed empty, but she could feel that the spot he had been laying in was still warm. She laid back down and basked in the wonderful emotions that were coursing through her. She had never had a more wonderful night in her entire life. She had become a woman in the arms of the most amazing man in the entire world. He had taken her to paradise many times last night and it was amazing. She had to admit that she was a little sore in a few interesting places, but she was no worse off. She pulled back the covers and sat up. Then she looked down at her lap and screamed.
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Max heard the scream, dropped the bow he was looking at for a soldier and ran. He came flying into his tent, only to find Liz still curled up in the bed. All the covers were wrapped around her and he could see a small pair of doe eyes poking out from the covers looking at him, but the fear in those eyes worried him.
“Liz, honey, what’s wrong?” he asked, quickly rushing to her side. He sank down onto the bed. Liz moved away from him. He tried to gather her up in his arms. She wiggled free and mumbled omething about getting Claudia. Max quickly got up and was surprised to find Claudia outside his door.
“Claudia, Liz needs you. I have no idea for what, but she needs you.” he babbled to her.
“Yes Max, I’ll take care of this.” she gave him the age old patronizing motherly voice that she could do so well and opened the door to the tent. Max followed in behind her, but she stopped him at the door. “No, I think it would be better if you stayed out here.” He tried to protest, but Claudia cut him off by closing the tent door in his face.
“Hello Liz, what’s wrong dear?” Claudia asked as she made her way towards the bed.
“I think something is wrong with my legs.” came the muffled reply from under the blankets. Liz was not coming out. Finding blood all over her legs was not a good thing and she didn’t want anyone to see.
“What could be wrong dear? Let me see.” Claudia said very sweetly as she ripped the covers off of Liz. Liz had underestimated Claudia’s strength and lay there open to nspection and very embarrassed. “Just what I thought. Wished he would have waited, but when you are young you just can’t help it. Everything is perfectly fine dear. This is very natural.” Claudia told her in that motherly voice. She explained to Liz why everything was ok and Liz felt rather silly for being so scared. “It’s ok dear, how would you have known. Your mother isn’t here and I’m sure he worked a bit of his magic on you so you didn’t feel it. Very sweet of him, that was. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and out to that king of ours. He happens to be very worried about you at the moment.”
Liz just nodded and let Claudia cater after her. Then Claudia stripped the bed and marched out of the tent. Max came flying in before the door had finished swaying closed. Liz turned, red in
the face with blush and explained to him what had happened. He was concerned that he had hurt her, but she pushed that worry from his mind by silencing him with a kiss. He looked up into her eyes and couldn’t help but smile. How lucky he was. Thank you grandfather he silently whispered.
“Well my love, we have a group of people who want to speak to us this morning. It seems they have been a little worried about us since midday yesterday, and they want some answers. Besides, I get the joy of introducing you as my future queen, if only not yet in formal title to my family, closest friends and the nation.”
TBC...
Part 18
Max awoke the next morning feeling better and more refreshed after a night’s sleep than he had in his whole life. It might have had something to do with the fact that Liz wore him out, not once, but twice last night. In the middle of the night, certain parts of his anatomy awoke him from his sound sleep to remind him that a beautiful voluptuous female was in his bed and while he may be tired, certain parts were “up” for another round. He rolled over and was surprised to find Liz wide awake and staring at him in the middle of the night.
“I couldn’t sleep.” she told him.
“I’m sorry Liz. If you want me to sleep somewhere else, I will.” he said shifting his weight, moving to get out of the bed.
“No Max, that’s not what I meant.” she said grabbing his arm before he could climb out of the bed. “I couldn’t sleep because I wanted you to make love to me again, but I was afraid to wake you. I wasn’t sure if you could do that more than once in a night.” Her blush was visible, even in the dark.
“Oh,” he replied, “Well, to answer your curiosity, yes you can do it many more than one time a night. You can do it in the morning, at lunch, before dinner, after dinner, for dinner, in the dark, in bed, on the floor, outside and many more times and places I intend to make love to you at. But for know, I’ll keep you in my bed and make love to you here under the covers.”
“You can’t do this during the day, I’m sure it’s indecent.” she scolded him.
“Your right, it’s very indecent and I plan on being indecent with you at every chance I get. Having you for breakfast if not sooner is sounding very good to me right now.” he joked. He captured her lips before she could make any more protests to what an immoral man he was. If being immoral meant making love to Liz, then he swore then and there to become the most immoral man of all time.
He made tender, unhurried love to her under the covers and when they had both reached nirvana, Max gathered her in his arms and she quickly fell to sleep on is chest. Her soft puffs of air on his chest were enough of a stimulant for his certain parts, not to mention her naked flesh was pressed up against his, but he had to tell his little king no this time. He was so tired he could hardly keep his eyes open and he didn’t want to break Liz. The fact that she wanted to a second time nearly blew him away. She claimed to be innocent, but after a little taste of passion, her innocence melted away, leaving a passion hungry woman.
Max slowly untangled himself from Liz’s embrace. His body protested louder with every inch he moved further away from her body. He stretch and many muscles he wasn’t aware he owned ached, but it was a good ache. He woke up satisfied. He had the love of the most wonderful woman in the world and he had just gotten the chance to prove it to her twice in the same night. He was sure life didn’t get any better than this.
He looked back down at Liz’s sleeping form and watched as her chest and perky breasts rose and fell in time with her breathing. Her lips were slightly puffy from being well kissed and her hair was a tangle all over his pillows. He committed that pictured to memory. He was in the presence of the most beautiful work of art ever witnessed and thanked the gods she was all his.
He got up and got dressed. Staying in bed with her for the rest of the day had sounded more appealing, but he had many things to attend to. He was still king and he was still at war, and he also had a royal wedding to plan. If he had gotten Liz pregnant last night, then he didn’t want anyone thinking of her as a woman who was easy with her virtue or other things like that. He wanted Liz as his wife, his queen, his partner in life. His thoughts then drifted to children. What if Liz was pregnant? What if he was already a father? Well, he hoped they looked like Liz, because then they would be perfect.
Max leaned down and kissed Liz on the lips. Liz softly whimpered as he pulled back, but never woke. He exited the tent with a skip in his step and a grin plastered across his face. His smile didn’t waver when Micheal practically barreled right into him.
“I have been looking for you! Where did you go yesterday? Why the hell were you in bed for so long? Do you have any idea what time it is? For the gods’ sake Max, we are at war here!” Micheal bellowed. He was red in the face and he didn’t much care right now that he was screaming at his king.
“Calm down Micheal, I can explain everything, but it can wait until Liz is awake and we have assembled everyone. Now please, go get Isabel, Alex, Kyle and Liz’s sister...uh, what is her name?” Max asked. It was on the tip of his tongue.
“Maria, her name is Maria.” Micheal said rather snippingly. His temper was still in full roar, but he knew he wasn’t going to get any answers now. “ I don’t see why she has to be there.” he bit out.
“Because I’m going to be marrying her sister and I figured she would want to know about it. Oh, and by the way Micheal, would you be my best man?” Max asked catching Micheal off guard.
“Oh, uh, yeah Max, I’ll be your best man, oh, I, wow. Your actually gonna marry her?” he said slightly dumbfounded and saying the last part more as a statement than a question.
“Yes Micheal, now go round up the others. I’ll see you in the meeting tent in an hour.” Max said turning, leaving Micheal there to process the new information.
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Liz woke up to find the bed empty, but she could feel that the spot he had been laying in was still warm. She laid back down and basked in the wonderful emotions that were coursing through her. She had never had a more wonderful night in her entire life. She had become a woman in the arms of the most amazing man in the entire world. He had taken her to paradise many times last night and it was amazing. She had to admit that she was a little sore in a few interesting places, but she was no worse off. She pulled back the covers and sat up. Then she looked down at her lap and screamed.
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Max heard the scream, dropped the bow he was looking at for a soldier and ran. He came flying into his tent, only to find Liz still curled up in the bed. All the covers were wrapped around her and he could see a small pair of doe eyes poking out from the covers looking at him, but the fear in those eyes worried him.
“Liz, honey, what’s wrong?” he asked, quickly rushing to her side. He sank down onto the bed. Liz moved away from him. He tried to gather her up in his arms. She wiggled free and mumbled omething about getting Claudia. Max quickly got up and was surprised to find Claudia outside his door.
“Claudia, Liz needs you. I have no idea for what, but she needs you.” he babbled to her.
“Yes Max, I’ll take care of this.” she gave him the age old patronizing motherly voice that she could do so well and opened the door to the tent. Max followed in behind her, but she stopped him at the door. “No, I think it would be better if you stayed out here.” He tried to protest, but Claudia cut him off by closing the tent door in his face.
“Hello Liz, what’s wrong dear?” Claudia asked as she made her way towards the bed.
“I think something is wrong with my legs.” came the muffled reply from under the blankets. Liz was not coming out. Finding blood all over her legs was not a good thing and she didn’t want anyone to see.
“What could be wrong dear? Let me see.” Claudia said very sweetly as she ripped the covers off of Liz. Liz had underestimated Claudia’s strength and lay there open to nspection and very embarrassed. “Just what I thought. Wished he would have waited, but when you are young you just can’t help it. Everything is perfectly fine dear. This is very natural.” Claudia told her in that motherly voice. She explained to Liz why everything was ok and Liz felt rather silly for being so scared. “It’s ok dear, how would you have known. Your mother isn’t here and I’m sure he worked a bit of his magic on you so you didn’t feel it. Very sweet of him, that was. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and out to that king of ours. He happens to be very worried about you at the moment.”
Liz just nodded and let Claudia cater after her. Then Claudia stripped the bed and marched out of the tent. Max came flying in before the door had finished swaying closed. Liz turned, red in
the face with blush and explained to him what had happened. He was concerned that he had hurt her, but she pushed that worry from his mind by silencing him with a kiss. He looked up into her eyes and couldn’t help but smile. How lucky he was. Thank you grandfather he silently whispered.
“Well my love, we have a group of people who want to speak to us this morning. It seems they have been a little worried about us since midday yesterday, and they want some answers. Besides, I get the joy of introducing you as my future queen, if only not yet in formal title to my family, closest friends and the nation.”
TBC...
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Part 19
Sorry I have been gone for so long. I’ve moved into the city and everything is great. The apartment is awesome, my roommates are awesome, I just hope my job is as awesome. It’s been a rough week though. I have to be here in the city while my BF Justin is at school and being without him is the hardest thing I have ever gone through. I’m hoping this period will make us stronger as a couple and as individuals, but there is this nasty little voice in the back of my head yelling about being away from him, and that I should just go back to school and put an end to the torture. I’m being strong, but when I get to see him next weekend, it will be really hard to leave and just ignore that voice.
As promised, even if not on time, the next part.
Part 19
‘Max is getting married!’ Michael’s mind screamed in a voice that was rage, confusion and understanding mixed. He should have seen it coming. This is going to be a royal mess, literally. She is the daughter of the enemy. What if she was there was to spy on them? No, he thought, that’s impossible. Slipping in and out of this camp is impossible, even for the best spy. Besides, this girl is Maria’s sister.
He hadn’t meant to think about Maria. He didn’t want to think about Maria, but she just seemed to be in his thoughts no matter what the topic. His brain was programmed to the all Maria/ all the time station and he felt powerless to change the channel. His mind would wander, creating daydreams that would become vivid passionate dreams at night. Thankfully he hadn’t acted upon another one of his dreams like he had the other morning. God that had been embarrassing.
The most intense part had been the look in her eyes. She looked utterly shocked, but he could see the thinly hidden passion behind them. Her hair was messy and free from sleeping. Her breast was exposed and the nipple was red and hard from his attentions. Her body was arched and pressed against his own. She looked absolutely ravishing, or ravished might be a better way to put it.
He often wondered what would have happened if Isabel hadn’t walked in on the scene. He wondered if he would have woken up before or after they had finished. He truly hoped before, because he wouldn’t want to have missed that.
There you go again, he chastised himself, thinking about making love to Maria when you are no closer than you are to sprouting wings. He always heard the phrase ‘Not until pigs fly’ and he was often called a giant pig, so he was just going to wait until he saw the first feather.
He had to go find Maria and tell her first. She was the bride’s sister after all. If Liz was queen, would that make Maria a princess? Then she would be much too good for him. ‘No’, his mind yelled at him, ‘you don’t want an infuriating creature like Maria. You want someone who is sweet and innocent who is soft spoken and does what you tell her to.’ ‘And what fun would that be?’ his heart asked. ‘Maria has spirit; she makes your blood boil and your head spin.’ ‘She is the biggest pain in the ass you have ever met!’ yelled his mind again. ‘Feisty is a better word for it’ chimed in his heart.
Michael shook his head, trying to get the voices out of his brain. Although no matter how hard he tried, one nagging voice rang out. “A man at odds with himself is fighting a losing battle.” That was his mentor’s voice. Michael had grown up in a monastery in the Far East, surrounded by men of great wisdom. A lot of good wisdom did them, he thought cynically. Invaders from the north rode in and killed them all except Michael.
He left after he had single handedly buried every last brother, 67 of them to be exact. He made a stone mound for each man and built an alter at the front of the cemetery. There he said a hushed prayer for the brothers, thanking them for taking him in as a child that was left at their door step. His mother may not have wanted him, but the brothers never made him feel unwanted. At the time of the massacre, Michael was the ripe old age of 11, but he aged many years that day.
He started walking away from the monastery, only the cloths on his back and 2 days food in a small pack. He just started walking, not in any real direction, just away from the sorrowful, awful scene. He prayed that the farther away he got, the pain would lessen with each step. He walked during the night and slept during the day in hiding places in hopes of not being found by the invaders. He was almost caught several times, but his ability to hide in plain sight kept him alive each time.
He walked for 3 weeks, finally stumbling upon a town where he stole food and ran out of the town. He didn’t want to steal from them, and was ashamed of himself, but his desperate need to eat won out. He continued on his journey, but his strength was very low. He had walked too long and too far. His persistence was wearing him down, and his body would soon win over his determination. His frail young body was soon to quit, but he managed to drag himself to the steps of a temple. He reached the top step and collapsed. Over his body, a blonde woman in flowing robes appeared. He was sure he had died and an angel had come for him.
Aphrodite looked down at the handsome young boy. She gathered him up in her arms and carried him into the temple. She laid his body at the foot of the statute of Ares, her lover.
“His journey has been long and hard, my love, please take pity on this boy who no one has. Not even his mother would love him. Now, take back your son and make him the champion he was destined to be.” Aphrodite prayed.
In a flash of light, Ares appeared by Aphrodite’s side. “I will accept him, my love, and claim him as my own. He will be the greatest champion the world has ever seen. Strong, fierce, loyal, and cunning. He has shown all these qualities on his long journey. Awake, my son, and receive the blessing of your Olympic father.”
Michael heard the muffled voices, but the last statement rang out in his ears. ‘Awake, my son… your Olympic father.’ He was sure he had to be dreaming, but he opened his eyes and gazed upon a face that was a striking resemblance to his own. The only difference was the jet black hair, in contrast to his sandy blonde. His mother must have had sandy blonde hair, he thought briefly.
“She did my son, very lovely sandy blonde hair and your same fair complexion.” Ares commented in a wistful voice.
“You’re my father?” Michael asked in a voice much squeakier than his normal voice.
“Yes, son, I am Ares, the god of war and you are my first born son. You have a great destiny before you my son. You are my heir, and will be the greatest champion ever known.” Ares said in his godly, booming voice.
“Not so loud Ares,” Aphrodite scolded, “You’ll scare the boy.”
“I am not afraid,” Michael said, standing with strength he didn’t know he had, “I am ready for my destiny father.” Michael said looking Ares right in the eye.
“Spoken like a true warrior. Come, we go to Olympus. You have much to learn of the arts of war, my son.” Ares said, wrapping a strong arm around Michael’s shoulders. Michael was sure he would never get tired of hearing someone finally calling him their son.
The honeymoon soon ended. Ares was very violent and abusive, but what should you expect from the god of war. Aphrodite often comforted Michael, until the day Hephaestus caught Ares and Aphrodite in bed together. After that, there was no one to protect Michael from his father’s wrath. By then, Michael had grown to be a very strong and independent 16 year old. He could hold his own against Ares, but he was still no match for his godly father.
The turning point in Ares abuse came on Michael’s 18th birthday. Ares stumbled into his temple, drunk again after a night of carousing and celebrating his latest victory with the latest army to take his fancy. Ares found Michael asleep in his room after training all day. Like the dutiful son that he was, Michael had cleaned the entire place, and prepared a light supper for Ares in the chance he might be hungry. Ares ripped Michael’s blanket from his bed, dragging Michael to the floor.
“Couldn’t be bothered to wait up for me, huh? Couldn’t stay out of bed long enough for me to return, you lazy boy. Why didn’t you come out with us? What’s wrong with you? You aren’t any son of mine.” He raged through the room. He had a good jag on tonight and Michael had to be careful.
“I made you supper father. Venison is your favorite with boiled potatoes.” Michael tried to throw that in to distract his father.
“Who taught you how to cook? You’re not a woman, or maybe you are. Maybe that’s why you don’t come out with us. You’re a woman; you’re my daughter in disguise. You’re just as pathetic as your whore for a mother.” Ares said, half slobbering on himself in his drunkenness.
Ares didn’t even see the punch coming. Michael clocked him with a right hook to the side of the face, knocking Ares out on contact. His father fell to the floor in a heap. Michael’s hand was on fire, but the tears streaming down his face burned more. He had never met his mother, but no man, not even his own father could talk about her that way.
Michael packed his things again. He left a note on the table:
I am sorry for striking you father, but it was for your own good. I have gone to join whatever war I can find. Do not try to bring me back, for I will not return. I will still be your champion, but I will never be your son ever again.
He didn’t even bother signing it. Ares would know who it was from. Michael left and joined the Trojan War. He fought on the side of the Greeks, and helped win the war. He helped Ulysses build the Trojan horse and led the men from the other side of the island. It was only by mistake that he wasn’t on Ulysses’ ship toward Greece.
That was 6 years ago. He had left Olympus a year before Max and Isabel had arrived.
Michael found himself standing in front of his tent, just staring at the door. He had gotten himself lost in his painful childhood memories once again. He shook the ghosts out of his mind and opened the tent door. Maria would want to know about the marriage announcement. Maria, he thought wistfully, his Maria…
TBC…
Lots of Love
Katie
As promised, even if not on time, the next part.
Part 19
‘Max is getting married!’ Michael’s mind screamed in a voice that was rage, confusion and understanding mixed. He should have seen it coming. This is going to be a royal mess, literally. She is the daughter of the enemy. What if she was there was to spy on them? No, he thought, that’s impossible. Slipping in and out of this camp is impossible, even for the best spy. Besides, this girl is Maria’s sister.
He hadn’t meant to think about Maria. He didn’t want to think about Maria, but she just seemed to be in his thoughts no matter what the topic. His brain was programmed to the all Maria/ all the time station and he felt powerless to change the channel. His mind would wander, creating daydreams that would become vivid passionate dreams at night. Thankfully he hadn’t acted upon another one of his dreams like he had the other morning. God that had been embarrassing.
The most intense part had been the look in her eyes. She looked utterly shocked, but he could see the thinly hidden passion behind them. Her hair was messy and free from sleeping. Her breast was exposed and the nipple was red and hard from his attentions. Her body was arched and pressed against his own. She looked absolutely ravishing, or ravished might be a better way to put it.
He often wondered what would have happened if Isabel hadn’t walked in on the scene. He wondered if he would have woken up before or after they had finished. He truly hoped before, because he wouldn’t want to have missed that.
There you go again, he chastised himself, thinking about making love to Maria when you are no closer than you are to sprouting wings. He always heard the phrase ‘Not until pigs fly’ and he was often called a giant pig, so he was just going to wait until he saw the first feather.
He had to go find Maria and tell her first. She was the bride’s sister after all. If Liz was queen, would that make Maria a princess? Then she would be much too good for him. ‘No’, his mind yelled at him, ‘you don’t want an infuriating creature like Maria. You want someone who is sweet and innocent who is soft spoken and does what you tell her to.’ ‘And what fun would that be?’ his heart asked. ‘Maria has spirit; she makes your blood boil and your head spin.’ ‘She is the biggest pain in the ass you have ever met!’ yelled his mind again. ‘Feisty is a better word for it’ chimed in his heart.
Michael shook his head, trying to get the voices out of his brain. Although no matter how hard he tried, one nagging voice rang out. “A man at odds with himself is fighting a losing battle.” That was his mentor’s voice. Michael had grown up in a monastery in the Far East, surrounded by men of great wisdom. A lot of good wisdom did them, he thought cynically. Invaders from the north rode in and killed them all except Michael.
He left after he had single handedly buried every last brother, 67 of them to be exact. He made a stone mound for each man and built an alter at the front of the cemetery. There he said a hushed prayer for the brothers, thanking them for taking him in as a child that was left at their door step. His mother may not have wanted him, but the brothers never made him feel unwanted. At the time of the massacre, Michael was the ripe old age of 11, but he aged many years that day.
He started walking away from the monastery, only the cloths on his back and 2 days food in a small pack. He just started walking, not in any real direction, just away from the sorrowful, awful scene. He prayed that the farther away he got, the pain would lessen with each step. He walked during the night and slept during the day in hiding places in hopes of not being found by the invaders. He was almost caught several times, but his ability to hide in plain sight kept him alive each time.
He walked for 3 weeks, finally stumbling upon a town where he stole food and ran out of the town. He didn’t want to steal from them, and was ashamed of himself, but his desperate need to eat won out. He continued on his journey, but his strength was very low. He had walked too long and too far. His persistence was wearing him down, and his body would soon win over his determination. His frail young body was soon to quit, but he managed to drag himself to the steps of a temple. He reached the top step and collapsed. Over his body, a blonde woman in flowing robes appeared. He was sure he had died and an angel had come for him.
Aphrodite looked down at the handsome young boy. She gathered him up in her arms and carried him into the temple. She laid his body at the foot of the statute of Ares, her lover.
“His journey has been long and hard, my love, please take pity on this boy who no one has. Not even his mother would love him. Now, take back your son and make him the champion he was destined to be.” Aphrodite prayed.
In a flash of light, Ares appeared by Aphrodite’s side. “I will accept him, my love, and claim him as my own. He will be the greatest champion the world has ever seen. Strong, fierce, loyal, and cunning. He has shown all these qualities on his long journey. Awake, my son, and receive the blessing of your Olympic father.”
Michael heard the muffled voices, but the last statement rang out in his ears. ‘Awake, my son… your Olympic father.’ He was sure he had to be dreaming, but he opened his eyes and gazed upon a face that was a striking resemblance to his own. The only difference was the jet black hair, in contrast to his sandy blonde. His mother must have had sandy blonde hair, he thought briefly.
“She did my son, very lovely sandy blonde hair and your same fair complexion.” Ares commented in a wistful voice.
“You’re my father?” Michael asked in a voice much squeakier than his normal voice.
“Yes, son, I am Ares, the god of war and you are my first born son. You have a great destiny before you my son. You are my heir, and will be the greatest champion ever known.” Ares said in his godly, booming voice.
“Not so loud Ares,” Aphrodite scolded, “You’ll scare the boy.”
“I am not afraid,” Michael said, standing with strength he didn’t know he had, “I am ready for my destiny father.” Michael said looking Ares right in the eye.
“Spoken like a true warrior. Come, we go to Olympus. You have much to learn of the arts of war, my son.” Ares said, wrapping a strong arm around Michael’s shoulders. Michael was sure he would never get tired of hearing someone finally calling him their son.
The honeymoon soon ended. Ares was very violent and abusive, but what should you expect from the god of war. Aphrodite often comforted Michael, until the day Hephaestus caught Ares and Aphrodite in bed together. After that, there was no one to protect Michael from his father’s wrath. By then, Michael had grown to be a very strong and independent 16 year old. He could hold his own against Ares, but he was still no match for his godly father.
The turning point in Ares abuse came on Michael’s 18th birthday. Ares stumbled into his temple, drunk again after a night of carousing and celebrating his latest victory with the latest army to take his fancy. Ares found Michael asleep in his room after training all day. Like the dutiful son that he was, Michael had cleaned the entire place, and prepared a light supper for Ares in the chance he might be hungry. Ares ripped Michael’s blanket from his bed, dragging Michael to the floor.
“Couldn’t be bothered to wait up for me, huh? Couldn’t stay out of bed long enough for me to return, you lazy boy. Why didn’t you come out with us? What’s wrong with you? You aren’t any son of mine.” He raged through the room. He had a good jag on tonight and Michael had to be careful.
“I made you supper father. Venison is your favorite with boiled potatoes.” Michael tried to throw that in to distract his father.
“Who taught you how to cook? You’re not a woman, or maybe you are. Maybe that’s why you don’t come out with us. You’re a woman; you’re my daughter in disguise. You’re just as pathetic as your whore for a mother.” Ares said, half slobbering on himself in his drunkenness.
Ares didn’t even see the punch coming. Michael clocked him with a right hook to the side of the face, knocking Ares out on contact. His father fell to the floor in a heap. Michael’s hand was on fire, but the tears streaming down his face burned more. He had never met his mother, but no man, not even his own father could talk about her that way.
Michael packed his things again. He left a note on the table:
I am sorry for striking you father, but it was for your own good. I have gone to join whatever war I can find. Do not try to bring me back, for I will not return. I will still be your champion, but I will never be your son ever again.
He didn’t even bother signing it. Ares would know who it was from. Michael left and joined the Trojan War. He fought on the side of the Greeks, and helped win the war. He helped Ulysses build the Trojan horse and led the men from the other side of the island. It was only by mistake that he wasn’t on Ulysses’ ship toward Greece.
That was 6 years ago. He had left Olympus a year before Max and Isabel had arrived.
Michael found himself standing in front of his tent, just staring at the door. He had gotten himself lost in his painful childhood memories once again. He shook the ghosts out of his mind and opened the tent door. Maria would want to know about the marriage announcement. Maria, he thought wistfully, his Maria…
TBC…
Lots of Love
Katie
Go Team Zanaholics Anonymous!!!!!!!
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
Strawberry Shortcake 17
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
Strawberry Shortcake 17