Well, I have triumphantly returned, and I hope this part is good. The pieces have been brain floating, and they are making an interesting soup up there. I just wanna give some love to Vegas for nominating me for a Best AU author and best Author of a Fic w/out Aliens. That is a real compliment. Thanks hun. Oh, and don’t anybody else hesitate to nominate me either-I’d love to just be nominated.
Ok, my shameless plug is over, on with the next part:
Part 20
Michael walked into his tent to find Maria still fast asleep on his bed. He walked over to her and rest his hand on her shoulder.
“Maria, wake up, Maria” he called. She didn’t stir. He leaned down closer to her face so he could be closer to her ear. “Maria, wake up Maria” he called again.
He didn’t even see it coming. He didn’t know what was happening until he felt Maria’s lips on his own. Her arms had come around his neck and pulled him down onto her. Michael was shocked to say the least, and when he looked at Maria’s eyes, he found them closed and could see the eyes moving fast under her eyelids.
She’s dreaming, was his first conscious thought after her lips made their first contact. She molded her to him, bring their bodies flush against each other.
“Oh, Michael” she moaned. Her lips softened and the kiss deepened. Her little moan caused a tent to spring up under his tunic. She was moaning his name. How amazing. His hands grew bolder. He was glad he was the one awake this time. He loved the feel of her hair, her lips, her skin.
Michael kissed down her neck and across her collar bone. Maria arched her body to his lips, offering her skin to his lips. She was still asleep, but her little whimpers of pleasure were audible. Michael’s hands reached under her top and brushed the underside of her breasts. His hands kept creeping high and just about closed around her breast. He could feel her hardened nipple brush the palm of his hand.
A loud trumpet was heard in the distance. Several loud blasts followed, calling the men to assemble.
The trumpet was just enough to rock Maria from the world of dreams to bring her face to face with reality. There laid Michael, in the same position he had been in from her dream, with his swollen lips hovering over her neck and his body stretched tautly over hers. His hands were still a millimeter from cupping her breasts.
Maria looked down in shock. Now she had blurred the realm of dreams and reality. Michael looked up with a sheepish grin. He quickly pulled back and lifted himself off Maria.
“I’m sorry” he mumbled, “You kind of threw yourself at me.”
“Oh, well I’ll tell my dreamself to keep me off you from now on.” She threw back at him, hinting to his compromising position moments earlier. “What was that noise?”
“Oh, that, umm, that is the assembly trumpets.” Michael mumbled.
“Then you had better go see what your king wants. Run along Michael.” She said coldly.
“You’re going to want to come too, Maria.” He said plainly. He found his voice after she insulted him for the second time in 5 minutes.
“And why would I want to do a single thing that fool king of yours wants?” Maria asked, her voice thick with sarcasm. Michael had already walked towards her and pulled at her arm to get her off the bed. She was dragging her feet looking at him with defiance.
“Because Maria, a good woman does what her future brother-in-law says.” Michael said in his usual gruff tone and pushed her out the door.
The look on her face was a degree of shock not yet given name.
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“Good people of Antar and loyal soldiers to the true crown, I call you here to bear witness to my future wife, your future queen and my love, Elizabeth, of the house of Parkerous.” Rang out Max’s commanding voice from the stage. There standing next to him was Liz on a platform overlooking all the camp.
The entire audience let out a rousing cheer. The men were clapping and shooting their praise for the king and the queen, but not even the large Antarian army could drown out the shrill scream that erupted from the edge of the crowd.
The scream was so loud and so piercing that the entire army fell silent, and stared in the direction of the noise. What they found surprised them.
Michael had his arms wrapped tightly around Maria’s middle as she screamed her head off. The minute Maria heard the words future wife, she flipped. If Michael’s reflexes weren’t as good as they were, she would have been on the stage and pummeling Max by now.
“NO, NO, NO!” she screamed. She thrashed with all her might, but Michael was just too strong for her. Liz quickly descended from the stage to run to Maria.
“Maria, please, stop screaming. Everything is all right.” Liz tried to reassure her sister.
“No Lizzie, everything is not alright, but I will get us out of here and away from that monster who is forcing you to marry him.” Maria said with a sharp edge to her voice.
“You will do no such thing Maria. Liz and I love each other and we are to be married as soon as possible.” Max said coming to stand behind Liz. He knew this would be a tough sell, Liz and him being together, but he was king, and what he said was law.
“You inhuman beast, how dare you? You destroy my city, you murder my father in the town square like cattle and now you ravage and disgrace my sister. You are nothing but a well titled swine.” Maria spat at Max.
“Maria, that is no way to speak to Max. Now, I love him, and we are going to get married, and there isn’t much you can do to change that. I had hoped you would be happy for me.” Liz looked at her sister, searching her eyes for some semblance of softness. She found none.
“I will not allow this marriage, Elizabeth. Someone has to be the voice of reason around here.” Maria said in an icy tone.
“Neither will I!” Isabel yelled from behind them.
“Isabel, what are you doing?” Max questioned.
“How could you Max? She is the daughter of the enemy, and how could you do this and not even tell me?” Isabel questioned him with tears in her eyes.
“You have no say in this Isabel. I’ll marry who I choose,” he said, then turned to Maria, “and that is final.”
Maria put on a stern face, but her lower lip that kept quivering betrayed her. Isabel ran off into her tent and Alex ran after her.
Max turned Liz away from Maria and towards the troops and the people of Antar. “Come my love, our people wish to congratulate us.” Max said to Liz, loud enough for Maria to hear. “Oh, and Michael, keep Maria where I can find her. She and I are going to have a talk after I have introduced Liz to everyone.”
Michael drug a feisty Maria back to his personal tents and tied her up just for good measure. She may have been little, but it was all he could do to hold her from getting at Max.
Alex followed Isabel into her tents and found an empty room. She had her invisibility cloak on again.
“Isabel, please come out. I just want to talk to you.” Alex pleaded.
“No” came a meek reply from the far corner.
“Fine, then you’ll just have to listen. I think you should be happy for Liz and Max. They are happy and that is all that matters.” He told the room.
“No, it isn’t. He had no right to just say that.” Isabel whimpered under her cloak. “I’m his own sister and he didn’t even tell me.”
“That isn’t the problem and you know it, Isabel.” Alex mildly scolded her. “Now, come out from under that thing and go apologize to your brother.” Isabel pulled the cloak off of her head, making her visible again. The tears stains on her face gave her a very innocent and fragile look and Alex rushed to her and pulled her into his arms.
Isabel wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck as his arms crushed her to him. She buried her face in his strong chest and cried the remainder of her tears onto his tunic. Finally when she cried out all her tears, she looked up into Alex’s face. His eyes shown with kindness and understanding and what could only be described as love. Isabel was spell bound by his eyes. They were so deep and they seemed to suck her in.
Alex bent his head and caught Isabel’s lips in a searing kiss. His lips were soft and yet the kiss was firm. Her entire body tingled, from where their lips touched to the tips of her toes and back again, leaving a trail of sensitive nerve endings up and down her body, especially where their body’s touched, even with cloths on. Alex pulled her even closer to him and wrapped a hand up behind her head and tangled it in her long golden tresses, giving him the leverage he needed to deepen the kiss.
Isabel was shocked at the first contact, but as his kiss grew bolder, so did she. Her arms pulled Alex towards her body and her hands played with the back of his neck and his hair. Alex’s tongue probed her lips and with a gasp, she let his tongue invade her mouth. His tongue left no crevice undiscovered, and when her tentative tongue snaked out to touch his, Alex feared he would die with delight.
Isabel was making little mewing sounds and her grip on him tightened. Alex was getting light headed from the pleasure of just having her in his arms and kissing her. He feared that if he ever got to live out any of his late night fantasies, his heart would explode.
Finally, they had to break apart for air. They were still clinging tightly to each other and getting a grip on their breathing was becoming a difficult task. Isabel looked into his eyes again, and found not only love, but desire this time, and that look caused her to remember her vow. Isabel pulled back from Alex.
“Isabel, please, don’t turn away from me.” He held tight to her arms. “Please Isabel, I lu…, I lu…, I uv oo. Oh, why can’t I say it.” He said exasperated. “Every time I try to tell you how I feeee, feee, feee. My feee, feee, feee. Oh I give up. I just want to tell you what is in my hearrrr, hearrr, hearrr. ARGH!” Alex yelled. “Why can’t I talk when I’m around you?”
Isabel listened to his stuttering, and tried to pick up what he wanted to say. It almost sounded like he had said ‘I love you’. Isabel’s heart skipped a beat. But, it didn’t matter, she had made a vow, and whether she had feelings for Alex or not, she couldn’t take back her vow. It wasn’t just for some stupid reason, she was desperately trying to protect her heart.
Isabel quickly snapped her cloak over her head and slipped out of Alex’s grasp and out the door.
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Part 21
Max entered Michael’s tent and found Maria tied to a chair in the center of the room. She didn’t pick up her head to acknowledge his entrance and didn’t make a sound to show she knew he was there.
“Maria, I have come to make peace, and…”Max started.
“I do not want to make peace with you. All I want is to be let go, and to rescue my sister. I just want to go home.” Maria said with a sniffle at the end.
“Maria, I love your sister more than anything in the world, and I’m not going to let her go, or let your stubbornness get in the way of her happiness.” Max said, bending down on his knee in hopes of making eye contact with Maria.
“Nothing you could say or do could change my mind.” Maria said with more strength in her tone.
“That is what I feared.” Max said rising up to stand again, “So, I have called upon a neutral party to better explain what I feel for your sister, and hopefully change your mind.”
“What?” Maria asked, her head springing up at the absurd comment. Then, Maria had to put her head back down again, to shield her eyes from the blinding light that appeared in the center of the tent. There, standing in all her splendor was Aphrodite.
“Hello Zandros. What have you called me for?” Aphrodite questioned, “And why have you tied this poor girl up? Release her at once!” she said shocked.
“I will do just that, after you have done me a favor Aphrodite. This is Maria, Liz’s sister.”
“And the keeper of the warrior’s heart,” she interrupted.
“Who?” Max questioned.
“All will be clear in due time, Zandros.” She told him evading the question.
“Yes, well, I would like you to show Maria that the love Liz and I have is pure, and that she should”
“Stop being so stubborn?” Aphrodite added in, cutting Max off again.
Max just nodded, because it was easier than trying to get a word in edgewise with the goddess. Aphrodite walked over to Maria and placed her hands on either side of Maria’s head.
“Now, relax Maria, I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to breathe evenly and clear your mind. That’s it.” Aphrodite said in a southing voice. Maria instantly relaxed under Aphrodite’s touch and the connection flared up.
Then the images began to file her mind. Pictures of Max, looking at Liz with all the love in the world. She could feel Max’s self loathing for killing their father. She could see Max begging the gods to give him Liz. She could hear the joy in Liz’s voice when she agreed to marry him and Maria was almost overwhelmed by the love she could sense from both of them. It was all consuming and all forgiving. Then she could feel Liz’s pain at her outburst this afternoon and the anguish she was feeling, even now as she cried in her tent waiting for Max to return. Then, the very last image she saw was Michael watching her as she slept and the emotional turmoil churning in him was overpowering. But, she could feel his budding feelings of love for her, and she knew that the feelings grew as the days passed.
Maria gasped at the last image and that was enough to break the connection and Aphrodite stepped back. A blinding light engulfed her again.
“Wait goddess!” Maria called, “What did that last image mean?”
“You will understand soon enough. Please take good care of my warrior’s son.” And with that she disappeared.
Maria looked Max directly in the eye. “I need to talk to my sister, at once.”
“Can I trust you not to try and hurt her again?” Max questioned warily.
“Yes, your majesty.” Maria said in a hushed and humble tone.
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Liz lay on the bed, waiting for Max to return from talking to Maria. She had been so happy when she had agreed to marry Max. Why couldn’t her sister sense that? Why didn’t Maria want her to be happy? Liz couldn’t understand her sister’s irrational behavior. The tears slipped slowly down her face, wetting the pillow under her cheek.
Max walked into the tent first, and found Liz in the same position he had left her. She was curled up on the bed, knees beneath her chin, crying softly. Maria followed Max in quietly. The sight was the same from her vision from Aphrodite and Maria could still feel the pain.
“Chica” called Maria in a very unsteady voice.
Liz lifted her head from the pillow and turned to look at her sister standing in the doorway behind Max. Liz could see the tears that smudged Maria’s face and Maria’s whole stance gave off an aura of defeat.
“Oh Maria” Liz called to her sister and jumped from the bed and flung her arms around her sister’s neck.
“Lizzie” Maria said, letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. She wrapped her arms around her sister and held her tight. “I’m so sorry for how I acted. I had no right to make that scene I did today, but I just didn’t understand. You have to know that I want you to be happy, but how was I to know about all of this. I’m so sorry Liz, can you please forgive me?” she pleaded.
“Yes Maria, of course I can forgive you. I’m so glad you aren’t mad at me anymore.” Liz replied.
“Oh, Liz, I can’t believe you are getting married, and you’ll be a queen!” Maria squealed in her high pitched girlie voice.
“I know Maria. Isn’t this awesome. Will you be my maid of honor?” Liz asked, in a similar girlie voice.
“Of course I will!” Maria screamed. “Oh, there is so much to do. Dresses, flowers” Maria started off.
“Wait, ladies, does this mean things are ok?” Max asked. Everything had happened so fast that his head was spinning.
‘Oh, yes Max, everything is fine now. Thank you honey.” Liz cooed to him. Maria approached Max and turned him towards the door.
“Yes, and now Liz and I need some sister bonding time, so skoot!” and with that Maria pushed Max out the door of the tent. He turned around in time to see the tent door swing shut in his face.
“What just happened?” Max asked the tent door. He was standing on the outside of his own tent while his love was on the other side, and he wasn’t allowed in inside. He wanted the sisters to make up, but maybe it wasn’t his best idea.
“Strategic Tactical Error.” Replied Alex as he walked past. “You won the battle, but the women won the war.”
“Such is the way life is, and shall always be.” Came a voice out of nowhere. Hidden behind her cloak, Isabel snickered as the Max and Alex looked all around for the specter like voice. Men, she thought.
TBC...
I know it' short, but it's kind of transitional. Hmm, I wonder what will happen with M&M. (insert evil laugh here)
Max entered Michael’s tent and found Maria tied to a chair in the center of the room. She didn’t pick up her head to acknowledge his entrance and didn’t make a sound to show she knew he was there.
“Maria, I have come to make peace, and…”Max started.
“I do not want to make peace with you. All I want is to be let go, and to rescue my sister. I just want to go home.” Maria said with a sniffle at the end.
“Maria, I love your sister more than anything in the world, and I’m not going to let her go, or let your stubbornness get in the way of her happiness.” Max said, bending down on his knee in hopes of making eye contact with Maria.
“Nothing you could say or do could change my mind.” Maria said with more strength in her tone.
“That is what I feared.” Max said rising up to stand again, “So, I have called upon a neutral party to better explain what I feel for your sister, and hopefully change your mind.”
“What?” Maria asked, her head springing up at the absurd comment. Then, Maria had to put her head back down again, to shield her eyes from the blinding light that appeared in the center of the tent. There, standing in all her splendor was Aphrodite.
“Hello Zandros. What have you called me for?” Aphrodite questioned, “And why have you tied this poor girl up? Release her at once!” she said shocked.
“I will do just that, after you have done me a favor Aphrodite. This is Maria, Liz’s sister.”
“And the keeper of the warrior’s heart,” she interrupted.
“Who?” Max questioned.
“All will be clear in due time, Zandros.” She told him evading the question.
“Yes, well, I would like you to show Maria that the love Liz and I have is pure, and that she should”
“Stop being so stubborn?” Aphrodite added in, cutting Max off again.
Max just nodded, because it was easier than trying to get a word in edgewise with the goddess. Aphrodite walked over to Maria and placed her hands on either side of Maria’s head.
“Now, relax Maria, I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to breathe evenly and clear your mind. That’s it.” Aphrodite said in a southing voice. Maria instantly relaxed under Aphrodite’s touch and the connection flared up.
Then the images began to file her mind. Pictures of Max, looking at Liz with all the love in the world. She could feel Max’s self loathing for killing their father. She could see Max begging the gods to give him Liz. She could hear the joy in Liz’s voice when she agreed to marry him and Maria was almost overwhelmed by the love she could sense from both of them. It was all consuming and all forgiving. Then she could feel Liz’s pain at her outburst this afternoon and the anguish she was feeling, even now as she cried in her tent waiting for Max to return. Then, the very last image she saw was Michael watching her as she slept and the emotional turmoil churning in him was overpowering. But, she could feel his budding feelings of love for her, and she knew that the feelings grew as the days passed.
Maria gasped at the last image and that was enough to break the connection and Aphrodite stepped back. A blinding light engulfed her again.
“Wait goddess!” Maria called, “What did that last image mean?”
“You will understand soon enough. Please take good care of my warrior’s son.” And with that she disappeared.
Maria looked Max directly in the eye. “I need to talk to my sister, at once.”
“Can I trust you not to try and hurt her again?” Max questioned warily.
“Yes, your majesty.” Maria said in a hushed and humble tone.
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Liz lay on the bed, waiting for Max to return from talking to Maria. She had been so happy when she had agreed to marry Max. Why couldn’t her sister sense that? Why didn’t Maria want her to be happy? Liz couldn’t understand her sister’s irrational behavior. The tears slipped slowly down her face, wetting the pillow under her cheek.
Max walked into the tent first, and found Liz in the same position he had left her. She was curled up on the bed, knees beneath her chin, crying softly. Maria followed Max in quietly. The sight was the same from her vision from Aphrodite and Maria could still feel the pain.
“Chica” called Maria in a very unsteady voice.
Liz lifted her head from the pillow and turned to look at her sister standing in the doorway behind Max. Liz could see the tears that smudged Maria’s face and Maria’s whole stance gave off an aura of defeat.
“Oh Maria” Liz called to her sister and jumped from the bed and flung her arms around her sister’s neck.
“Lizzie” Maria said, letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding. She wrapped her arms around her sister and held her tight. “I’m so sorry for how I acted. I had no right to make that scene I did today, but I just didn’t understand. You have to know that I want you to be happy, but how was I to know about all of this. I’m so sorry Liz, can you please forgive me?” she pleaded.
“Yes Maria, of course I can forgive you. I’m so glad you aren’t mad at me anymore.” Liz replied.
“Oh, Liz, I can’t believe you are getting married, and you’ll be a queen!” Maria squealed in her high pitched girlie voice.
“I know Maria. Isn’t this awesome. Will you be my maid of honor?” Liz asked, in a similar girlie voice.
“Of course I will!” Maria screamed. “Oh, there is so much to do. Dresses, flowers” Maria started off.
“Wait, ladies, does this mean things are ok?” Max asked. Everything had happened so fast that his head was spinning.
‘Oh, yes Max, everything is fine now. Thank you honey.” Liz cooed to him. Maria approached Max and turned him towards the door.
“Yes, and now Liz and I need some sister bonding time, so skoot!” and with that Maria pushed Max out the door of the tent. He turned around in time to see the tent door swing shut in his face.
“What just happened?” Max asked the tent door. He was standing on the outside of his own tent while his love was on the other side, and he wasn’t allowed in inside. He wanted the sisters to make up, but maybe it wasn’t his best idea.
“Strategic Tactical Error.” Replied Alex as he walked past. “You won the battle, but the women won the war.”
“Such is the way life is, and shall always be.” Came a voice out of nowhere. Hidden behind her cloak, Isabel snickered as the Max and Alex looked all around for the specter like voice. Men, she thought.
TBC...
I know it' short, but it's kind of transitional. Hmm, I wonder what will happen with M&M. (insert evil laugh here)
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Part 22
Maria reentered Michael’s tent, a healthy, happy glow surrounded her. Her sister’s happiness had been infectious. Maria could just sense the love Liz had for Max when she was around her. Aphrodite’s visions helped Maria open her mind to the depth of their love and experience her sister’s joy.
Maria had gotten so caught up in her reconciliation with Liz that she had pushed the end of her vision to the back of her thoughts. The instant she stepped inside the tent, Michael’s crisp male scent enveloped her and the vision slammed into the forefront of her consciousness.
Her mind replayed that part of the vision over and over and the budding feelings of love she could still feel made her pulse race and her stomach fluttered. She still wasn’t sure what she felt towards Michael. In the daylight, he wasn’t all bad. He had been rough at first, but he had never intentionally hurt her and he had never knowingly taken anything against her will. Maria was still confused about that morning, as to whether she was truly willing or not. What confused her even more was her reaction to him in her dreams. In the dark, he was the star of her fantasy and in her dreams, she was very willing.
Her eyes scanned the room and found Michael sprawled out on the bed on his back. He was bare chested with one arm behind his head and another resting on his muscular abs. He’s so peaceful when he’s asleep, she thought.
He was on the far side of the bed, hoping that when Maria came back she might join him. He hoped to be awake when she returned to see if things had gone well with her sister. He could hear the pain in her voice when she had announced her disapproval of the wedding. His heart ached when he heard her pain. It was unbearable.
Maria walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He slightly stirred, but Maria saw his breath even out again and figured he had fallen back to sleep. She sat and studied him for several minutes. He had very strong and angular features, but now that he wasn’t scowling, like he often did, he was strikingly handsome. His sandy blonde hair that was normally wildly flying around his head now was fanned across the pillows, softly framing his face. Her gaze traveled lower to his broad shoulders and his strong chest. His skin had a golden tan that accentuated and gave his muscles more definition. Her scrutinizing gaze descended lower to his sculpted arms and rippling ab muscles. His legs were strong and athletic looking with the same golden tan. His large feet and his large hands sparked Maria’s curiosity and before she could stop herself, her gaze fell below the belt. She wasn’t disappointed. There, just below his skirt was enough of a bulge to give Maria a pretty good idea to the answer of her unspoken question. An instant blush spread across her face.
What Maria didn’t know was that Michael had woken up the minute he felt her weight shift the bed. Michael was an extremely light sleeper, but that was because his warrior instinct was always alert. His first reaction was to show that he was awake, but he saw her studying him and he decided to let her. Under lowered lashes, he followed her gaze. He was getting more and more turned on by her innocent inspection that by the time her gaze fell on the evident of his desire it was all he could do to control Mini-Michael.
Maria’s curiosity finally lost out to fatigue and she laid down and curled up into Michaels’ side. She rested her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. This was the first chance she had to really touch him. Her fingers slowly wandered over her chest, up his neck and touched his smooth cheek. She lightly caressed the side of his face and relished in her ability to touch him. His full lips drew her attention. They looked so lush and so kissably soft. Her fingers moved under an unknown force and brushed a tentative finger over his lips. The lips bellow her touch moved and left a soft kiss on the tip of her finger.
Her soft touch was killing him. He was holding his breath, waiting for her next move. When her fingers caressed his lips, he just couldn’t help himself. He opened his eyes to see a slightly surprised but not upset Maria. She did pull her hand away and placed it on her hip. He moved the hand on his stomach and used it to bring her hand back to his lips. He kissed her palm and each finger in turn.
The intimacy of the act shocked her. It was so tender and so sweet that it took her breath away. She could feel her skin tingle and flush with heat. Maria looked into his eyes and for the first time, saw just how beautiful they were. It always seemed like Michael was hiding something, but now his eyes expressed everything. He was totally open to her, and it took her breath away.
Michael rolled over and hovered over Maria’s face. His eyes searched hers for any sign of uncertainty, but he found none. Michael’s mouth descended and captured her lips in a tentative kiss. They explored each other with the greatest of care and hesitation. Maria softened under his lips and the kiss deepened. Michael was surprised when he felt Maria’s tongue lightly probe at his lips, trying to gain access. He willingly gave it to her, capitalizing on her mouth being open to explore hers as well.
Maria’s hand came up behind Michael’s head a pulled him down closer onto her. Michael moved over her and his body covered hers, head to toe. Maria loved the feel of his weight on her body and tried to get closer to him. Michael’s hand crept under her tunic and moved up her side, finally cupping the breast he had been dieing to truly feel. Maria’s body arched up into his hand, trying to get closer to his touch. Her nipples were practically pleading to be caressed and an ached had started to form in the pit of her stomach. His touch felt so good, but Maria wanted to feel her skin against his skin.
Thankfully Michael knew what she wanted and started to remove the offending garment. As soon it was over her head, Maria pulled Michael back down on top of her and into a searing, blood boiling kiss. His senses reeled from all the sensations and Maria’s unique exotic scent. Her skin was soft under his touch, and seeing her even only half naked thrilled him to near heart attack. Her round breasts were pressed up against his chest, stimulating her nipples into hard points.
Michael broke his lips free from their kiss and started trailing kisses down Maria’s white neck and chest. His mouth moved lower and finally closed around a nipple. Maria’s hand came behind his head and moaned as she wrapped her fingers through his hair, holding him fast to her breast. Michael moved to the other side and gave it the same loving attention. Michael kept moving lower, kissing the underside of her breasts and her abdomen, her little whimpers of pleasure encouraging him to continue.
He reached the waistband of her skirt and hooked his finger in the sides and slid it down her body, Maria arching off the bed to help him. Maria sat up after her skirt was off, reaching out to his to remove it. She wanted to see him, completely naked, totally male, all Michael. He stood and pushed his skirt to the floor. His erection stood proud and ready. Maria reached out a tentative hand a touched him. His groan of pleasure reassured her. She took him in her hand and started to lightly caress him. Michael’s head fell back in pleasure. Her tiny, inexperienced fingers were driving him insane.
“Stop” he panted. Her delicate touches were bringing him closer and closer to fulfillment that he was sure he wouldn’t last if she kept touching him.
She shrank back, putting her head down. “I’m sorry, I guess I did it wrong.” She mumbled, the insecurity thick in her voice.
“No, Maria” he said using his hand to lift her chin, “You did it too well.” He flashed a reassuring smile. Michael pulled her face into his hands and kissed her deeply. She pulled him back down on top of her. His body stretched out on op of her body, every inch of flesh touching. His erection pressed against her thigh, branding her skin. That ache in her stomach had moved lower and was now between her legs. She tried to shift her body to press her legs together and sooth that ache.
Once again, Michael knew what she needed without her even saying it. It was like he was in tune to her like no one ever had been before. His hand moved down her body and in between her legs. He slowly rubbed a long finger up and down her slit and he groaned when he found her wet and wanting. Her body nearly arched off the bed at the touch. It was electrifying. All her nerve endings felt like they had converged in that spot and were sending little pulses through her whole body. His finger pressed inward and found her little nub. He lightly rubbed it and was rewarded with a throaty moan from Maria.
This long finger moved lower and slowly entered her passage. She was dripping wet and he could hardly control himself. He wanted nothing more than to just ram himself inside her and find his release, but he knew this would be Maria’s first time, and this was reaffirmed when his finger made contact with her barrier. She arched into the touch. Adding a second finger, her pumped in and out of her body, loving the feel of her walls clamping down on his finger and her body quivering in pleasure. He pulled his fingers and Maria let out a frustrated moan. Michael quieted her with a kiss and he positioned himself at her entrance.
He looked down into her eyes, searching for doubt or fear. Michael feared that after this, there was no turning back and that Maria would regret it later. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want her to hate him and regret this. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. He had to be sure before he continued.
“Yes, Michael, please.” She replied. She had never wanted anything more in her life. She had never felt so cherished in her whole life as she did right now, in his arms.
Michael slipped the tip of his erection inside her young body and pressed slowly into her. Maria felt like a void in her was slowly being filled. He reached her barrier and stopped; he pulled back and with one quick thrust, broke through her barrier. Maria cried out in pain and Michael tensed up. He lay still, supporting his weight on his hands so he wouldn’t crush her. He knew it would hurt, but her little yelp tore into his heart. A small tear slipped down her cheek. Michael reached out to catch the tear.
“I’m sorry Maria. It will never hurt again. I promise.” He said, kissing the trail of the tear. “Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes, Michael, I’m fine.” She replied. “Now, Michael, please finish what you started.” She said, slightly rocking her hips, taking him in deeper. His breath was caught in his throat. He hadn’t been expecting that, but then again, he never knew what to expect with this one.
He started to move inside her again, the pace starting out slow, picking up speed as Maria’s moans got louder. Michael started pumping into her harder, moving at a frenzied pace. The slap of skin and the throaty moans of passion filled the tent. Michael worried he’d never make it. Her body was so tight and her noises were driving him crazy. His balls were tightening and her sheath clamped down on him harder.
“Oh god, Michael, oh god, oh OH!” Maria screamed as she finally came apart in his arms.
“Maria, yes, MARIA!” Michael screamed in unison as his orgasm washed over him and her body milked him for all he was worth. Michael collapsed on top of her, waiting for the quivering to stop and both their heart rates to slow down. Michael slowly rolled off her and pulled her close to him and pulled the blankets over their naked bodies. Maria snuggled up next to him. She didn’t say anything, but nothing needed to be said. What they had just done said it all. Michael kissed the top of her blonde head and wrapped a protective arm around her, pulling her close. They slowly slipped off to sleep, unknown to them, a goddess was smiling in the corner. Her son had found his heart.
TBC...
a little M&M this time, I'll try and have some K and A action next part.
Maria reentered Michael’s tent, a healthy, happy glow surrounded her. Her sister’s happiness had been infectious. Maria could just sense the love Liz had for Max when she was around her. Aphrodite’s visions helped Maria open her mind to the depth of their love and experience her sister’s joy.
Maria had gotten so caught up in her reconciliation with Liz that she had pushed the end of her vision to the back of her thoughts. The instant she stepped inside the tent, Michael’s crisp male scent enveloped her and the vision slammed into the forefront of her consciousness.
Her mind replayed that part of the vision over and over and the budding feelings of love she could still feel made her pulse race and her stomach fluttered. She still wasn’t sure what she felt towards Michael. In the daylight, he wasn’t all bad. He had been rough at first, but he had never intentionally hurt her and he had never knowingly taken anything against her will. Maria was still confused about that morning, as to whether she was truly willing or not. What confused her even more was her reaction to him in her dreams. In the dark, he was the star of her fantasy and in her dreams, she was very willing.
Her eyes scanned the room and found Michael sprawled out on the bed on his back. He was bare chested with one arm behind his head and another resting on his muscular abs. He’s so peaceful when he’s asleep, she thought.
He was on the far side of the bed, hoping that when Maria came back she might join him. He hoped to be awake when she returned to see if things had gone well with her sister. He could hear the pain in her voice when she had announced her disapproval of the wedding. His heart ached when he heard her pain. It was unbearable.
Maria walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He slightly stirred, but Maria saw his breath even out again and figured he had fallen back to sleep. She sat and studied him for several minutes. He had very strong and angular features, but now that he wasn’t scowling, like he often did, he was strikingly handsome. His sandy blonde hair that was normally wildly flying around his head now was fanned across the pillows, softly framing his face. Her gaze traveled lower to his broad shoulders and his strong chest. His skin had a golden tan that accentuated and gave his muscles more definition. Her scrutinizing gaze descended lower to his sculpted arms and rippling ab muscles. His legs were strong and athletic looking with the same golden tan. His large feet and his large hands sparked Maria’s curiosity and before she could stop herself, her gaze fell below the belt. She wasn’t disappointed. There, just below his skirt was enough of a bulge to give Maria a pretty good idea to the answer of her unspoken question. An instant blush spread across her face.
What Maria didn’t know was that Michael had woken up the minute he felt her weight shift the bed. Michael was an extremely light sleeper, but that was because his warrior instinct was always alert. His first reaction was to show that he was awake, but he saw her studying him and he decided to let her. Under lowered lashes, he followed her gaze. He was getting more and more turned on by her innocent inspection that by the time her gaze fell on the evident of his desire it was all he could do to control Mini-Michael.
Maria’s curiosity finally lost out to fatigue and she laid down and curled up into Michaels’ side. She rested her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. This was the first chance she had to really touch him. Her fingers slowly wandered over her chest, up his neck and touched his smooth cheek. She lightly caressed the side of his face and relished in her ability to touch him. His full lips drew her attention. They looked so lush and so kissably soft. Her fingers moved under an unknown force and brushed a tentative finger over his lips. The lips bellow her touch moved and left a soft kiss on the tip of her finger.
Her soft touch was killing him. He was holding his breath, waiting for her next move. When her fingers caressed his lips, he just couldn’t help himself. He opened his eyes to see a slightly surprised but not upset Maria. She did pull her hand away and placed it on her hip. He moved the hand on his stomach and used it to bring her hand back to his lips. He kissed her palm and each finger in turn.
The intimacy of the act shocked her. It was so tender and so sweet that it took her breath away. She could feel her skin tingle and flush with heat. Maria looked into his eyes and for the first time, saw just how beautiful they were. It always seemed like Michael was hiding something, but now his eyes expressed everything. He was totally open to her, and it took her breath away.
Michael rolled over and hovered over Maria’s face. His eyes searched hers for any sign of uncertainty, but he found none. Michael’s mouth descended and captured her lips in a tentative kiss. They explored each other with the greatest of care and hesitation. Maria softened under his lips and the kiss deepened. Michael was surprised when he felt Maria’s tongue lightly probe at his lips, trying to gain access. He willingly gave it to her, capitalizing on her mouth being open to explore hers as well.
Maria’s hand came up behind Michael’s head a pulled him down closer onto her. Michael moved over her and his body covered hers, head to toe. Maria loved the feel of his weight on her body and tried to get closer to him. Michael’s hand crept under her tunic and moved up her side, finally cupping the breast he had been dieing to truly feel. Maria’s body arched up into his hand, trying to get closer to his touch. Her nipples were practically pleading to be caressed and an ached had started to form in the pit of her stomach. His touch felt so good, but Maria wanted to feel her skin against his skin.
Thankfully Michael knew what she wanted and started to remove the offending garment. As soon it was over her head, Maria pulled Michael back down on top of her and into a searing, blood boiling kiss. His senses reeled from all the sensations and Maria’s unique exotic scent. Her skin was soft under his touch, and seeing her even only half naked thrilled him to near heart attack. Her round breasts were pressed up against his chest, stimulating her nipples into hard points.
Michael broke his lips free from their kiss and started trailing kisses down Maria’s white neck and chest. His mouth moved lower and finally closed around a nipple. Maria’s hand came behind his head and moaned as she wrapped her fingers through his hair, holding him fast to her breast. Michael moved to the other side and gave it the same loving attention. Michael kept moving lower, kissing the underside of her breasts and her abdomen, her little whimpers of pleasure encouraging him to continue.
He reached the waistband of her skirt and hooked his finger in the sides and slid it down her body, Maria arching off the bed to help him. Maria sat up after her skirt was off, reaching out to his to remove it. She wanted to see him, completely naked, totally male, all Michael. He stood and pushed his skirt to the floor. His erection stood proud and ready. Maria reached out a tentative hand a touched him. His groan of pleasure reassured her. She took him in her hand and started to lightly caress him. Michael’s head fell back in pleasure. Her tiny, inexperienced fingers were driving him insane.
“Stop” he panted. Her delicate touches were bringing him closer and closer to fulfillment that he was sure he wouldn’t last if she kept touching him.
She shrank back, putting her head down. “I’m sorry, I guess I did it wrong.” She mumbled, the insecurity thick in her voice.
“No, Maria” he said using his hand to lift her chin, “You did it too well.” He flashed a reassuring smile. Michael pulled her face into his hands and kissed her deeply. She pulled him back down on top of her. His body stretched out on op of her body, every inch of flesh touching. His erection pressed against her thigh, branding her skin. That ache in her stomach had moved lower and was now between her legs. She tried to shift her body to press her legs together and sooth that ache.
Once again, Michael knew what she needed without her even saying it. It was like he was in tune to her like no one ever had been before. His hand moved down her body and in between her legs. He slowly rubbed a long finger up and down her slit and he groaned when he found her wet and wanting. Her body nearly arched off the bed at the touch. It was electrifying. All her nerve endings felt like they had converged in that spot and were sending little pulses through her whole body. His finger pressed inward and found her little nub. He lightly rubbed it and was rewarded with a throaty moan from Maria.
This long finger moved lower and slowly entered her passage. She was dripping wet and he could hardly control himself. He wanted nothing more than to just ram himself inside her and find his release, but he knew this would be Maria’s first time, and this was reaffirmed when his finger made contact with her barrier. She arched into the touch. Adding a second finger, her pumped in and out of her body, loving the feel of her walls clamping down on his finger and her body quivering in pleasure. He pulled his fingers and Maria let out a frustrated moan. Michael quieted her with a kiss and he positioned himself at her entrance.
He looked down into her eyes, searching for doubt or fear. Michael feared that after this, there was no turning back and that Maria would regret it later. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want her to hate him and regret this. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. He had to be sure before he continued.
“Yes, Michael, please.” She replied. She had never wanted anything more in her life. She had never felt so cherished in her whole life as she did right now, in his arms.
Michael slipped the tip of his erection inside her young body and pressed slowly into her. Maria felt like a void in her was slowly being filled. He reached her barrier and stopped; he pulled back and with one quick thrust, broke through her barrier. Maria cried out in pain and Michael tensed up. He lay still, supporting his weight on his hands so he wouldn’t crush her. He knew it would hurt, but her little yelp tore into his heart. A small tear slipped down her cheek. Michael reached out to catch the tear.
“I’m sorry Maria. It will never hurt again. I promise.” He said, kissing the trail of the tear. “Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes, Michael, I’m fine.” She replied. “Now, Michael, please finish what you started.” She said, slightly rocking her hips, taking him in deeper. His breath was caught in his throat. He hadn’t been expecting that, but then again, he never knew what to expect with this one.
He started to move inside her again, the pace starting out slow, picking up speed as Maria’s moans got louder. Michael started pumping into her harder, moving at a frenzied pace. The slap of skin and the throaty moans of passion filled the tent. Michael worried he’d never make it. Her body was so tight and her noises were driving him crazy. His balls were tightening and her sheath clamped down on him harder.
“Oh god, Michael, oh god, oh OH!” Maria screamed as she finally came apart in his arms.
“Maria, yes, MARIA!” Michael screamed in unison as his orgasm washed over him and her body milked him for all he was worth. Michael collapsed on top of her, waiting for the quivering to stop and both their heart rates to slow down. Michael slowly rolled off her and pulled her close to him and pulled the blankets over their naked bodies. Maria snuggled up next to him. She didn’t say anything, but nothing needed to be said. What they had just done said it all. Michael kissed the top of her blonde head and wrapped a protective arm around her, pulling her close. They slowly slipped off to sleep, unknown to them, a goddess was smiling in the corner. Her son had found his heart.
TBC...
a little M&M this time, I'll try and have some K and A action next part.
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Part 23
Ava sat in the middle of the floor in Kyle’s tent, deep in thought. So, Zan really had chosen that little mortal. He had claimed his love and given her the throne. No, he has given her, My Throne! She was supposed to be queen, wasn’t she? Zeus had hand picked her to be queen, out of all the immortals. She should be queen. How dare that little harlot!
Ava was so busy fuming over her sudden loss of social standing, that she didn’t even notice the slightly glowing being that had entered the tent. The little being was garbed in a simple wrap, and had a large pair of pure white wings. Hanging in the center of his wings was a quiver of arrows. He slipped one arrow out of the quiver and placed it in his bow. He took aim for the center of Ava’s heart, through her back. He let the arrow fly.
“OWWW!” yelled Ava. She turned to see who had just dared to pinch her and found an empty room. That’s odd was her first thought, until Kyle walked in. Gosh, he’s wonderful, I think I love him. She stared at Kyle with this sappy, dreamy look.
“Ava, are you ok?” he asked, “I just heard you yell. Are you hurt or…OWWW!” Kyle yelped. It felt like something had just pinched him right above his left nipple. That really hurt. Who the, Wow Ava is gorgeous, he thought. I think I love her. His thoughts of pain or hurt pride from the invisible attack went right out the window when he looked down at Ava. He had the same sappy, dreamy look on his face.
“I think I love you.” they said in unison. Then before the other could process what had just happened, their lips crashed together. The kiss was pure and binding. As they kissed, their love multiplied hundred fold.
The little cherub stood off to the side, just watch the display. Ahh, love, his specialty.
“Good Job, my son.” came a mysterious voice only the cherub could hear. “You had better leave now, before Ava figures out that you are there.”
“Yes mother” replied Cupid. He made a small flap of his wings and disappeared in a flash of light that went unnoticed by the 2 lovers still wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and reveling in their newly found love.
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“Can I come in now?” Max asked. Maria had just left his tent, but with the suddenness of his last forced exit, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in.
“Yes, of course you can. It is your tent.” came Liz’s reply as she popped her head out the door. She waved to Maria, who had turned to waved back at her sister. A satisfied smile spread across her face. Liz looked truly happy. She also looked truly beautiful, and Max could hardly contain his desire to be alone with his future wife. He understood that Liz needed to repair things with her sister, but did it have to take 3 whole hours?
Max entered the open flap and before it had the chance to close again, Max had Liz’s face in his hands and was kissing her breathless. Liz was shocked at first, but returned the kiss with the same fervor when the initial shock wore off. Finally they had to break apart, or they were both going to collapse from lack of oxygen to the brain. Then again, Max wasn’t thinking with that part of his anatomy anymore. When he was in Liz’s presence, rational thought didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t a sex crazed maniac, but he knew what he liked, and he liked a very naked and satisfied Liz.
“Miss me much,” she joked breathlessly. He looked down into her eyes and found desire that rivaled his own, and a hint of mischief.
“What did you talk about for 3 hours?” he questioned. Liz pulled out of his embrace and sat down on their bed. Max followed and pulled her down on top of him on the bed. Her head rested on his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heart beat. A smile spread across her face. He had such a wonderful heart, she thought, so kind and pure.
“We talked about everything and nothing. We talked about our wedding and, ‘that Neanderthal of a friend of yours’ as Maria likes to call Michael. We talked about a few other things that only girls can talk about.” Liz told him. She felt him tense and try to sit up so he could look at her. “Sorry, but it’s strictly girls only information.” Liz felt him slump back into the pillows and heard his very unking like moping noise.
“So, things are better between you and Maria?” he asked. He hoped so. He couldn’t stand to listen to Liz cry. He knew there was nothing that he could do other than let her and her sister work it out. For the first time in his life, he had felt utterly helpless.
‘Yes, things are much better. Thank you for giving me back my sister.” She said in a soft voice. It sounded like she was drifting off to sleep.
That really wasn’t what Max had intended for the evening. He rolled her under him, and before she could protest, his lips were on hers again. She instantly relaxed under his kiss and wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him down on to her. His hands were wrapped up tightly in her hair, loving the feel of her long chocolate tresses. Max was convinced that it must be against the gods to desire a woman as much as he did Liz. Every little thing about her, her hair, her eyes, and the way she looked when she was sleep, the way she looked when she climaxed, the way she walked and talked and bit her lip when she was thinking. Everything, down to the littlest detail made him love her even more.
Liz started pulling his shirt over his head. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands over his muscular chest and massage his sculpted pecs. The shirt quickly slipped over his head and he was naked from the waist up. He quickly captured her lips again, as Liz’s hands roamed his exposed skin. Max reached for the bottom of her shirt and helped Liz remove it. She too was naked from the waist up and Max started to kiss down her neck and sucked on the sensitive spot right about her pulse. Liz arched into his lips. His mouth did wondrous things to her. She was already hot with desire for him, and he had only just kissed her. Max was having the same difficulties. A certain part of his anatomy was screaming to get free its confinements.
Liz started pawing at the rest of Max’s cloths. She wanted him out of them, just as much as he did. Max stood and slid his skirt to the ground and reached out a pulled Liz’s off. Now she lay naked before him in all her glory. All he wanted to do was worship at the temple that was her body. Max pulled her knees so that they hung over the side of the bed, having her positioned perpendicular to the ends of the bed. Max sank to his knees and pushed her legs apart. Her musky scent filled his nostrils and his mouth started to water. He had become addicted to her taste.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and his long tongue ran up and down her swollen slit. Moaning loudly, she grabbed large handfuls of his hair and held him to her heat. He started lapping at her center, drinking every last drop of her passion while brining her closer and closer to fulfillment. Liz was tossing her head from side to side. The pleasure was so intense. Every touch of his tongue sent little bolts of desire through her body.
Max reached up and inserted one long finger into her quivering body. His lips clamped down and suckled her pleasure nub while he inserted a second finger. “Oh God Max” she screamed as her body arched at the contact. Max was amazing, she felt amazing, this was amazing.
Max could feel her getting closer and closer to her climax. Her legs were quivering on both sides of his head and the walls of her passage were clamping down on his fingers. Max removed his fingers and Liz let out a frustrated moan, only to be replaced by her shouts of climax as she went over the edge as Max slipped his tongue inside her passage. Max drank her fluids greedily like a man who hadn’t drank in 20 years.
Liz slowly came down from her pleasure induced high as Max climbed up her body. He settled himself between her legs, but before he got himself comfortable, Liz flipped him over onto his back. He wasn’t expecting it, and his breath was totally knocked out of his lungs when he felt a small hand wrap around his painfully hard member. She tentatively began to stroke him and then she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head.
“Oh Liz,” Max gasped as his body lurched in the pleasure. It was all Max could do not to rock his hips upward and push himself into her mouth. He was gripping the sheets, trying to keep his hands under control. Liz slowly licked up and down his shaft and took the tip of him in her mouth. He tasted so good, so male. She took more of him in her mouth and was surprised when she felt him grow in size. She wasn’t sure that was possible. He was huge already. She began to lightly suck and bob her head up and down his manhood, earning a gasp of pleasure from Max. Her little hand was still wrapped around him and that followed her mouth as she sucked his length.
Max could feel his balls start to tighten in the first stages of his orgasm, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came. He wanted her screaming his name in pleasure as he made her come. Before Liz knew what was happening, Max flipped her onto her back and was rammed into her to the hilt.
“Oh yes Max”, “Oh Liz, Oh” came their shouts of passion from their joining. Max began a fast pace that quickly brought Liz to climax. She screamed out his name as she went over the edge and Max waited until the quivering stopped. He looked down at her and found her staring right back. The desire in her eyes was enough to knock the wind right out of his lungs and make him weak in the knees.
“God, you look beautiful when you come.” he told her.
“Have you been watching?” she asked coyly.
“I’m always watching. I watch you all the time.” he admitted. A light blush spread across Liz’s face.
“You shouldn’t stare. It’s rude you know.” She kid him.
“I can’t help it. Someone as beautiful and amazing as you deserves to be stared at all day long.” he whispered into her ear. He was still rock hard and buried deep inside her. He pulled back and plunged deep inside her, causing Liz to gasp. “Cum for me Liz. I want to watch you cum again.”
“I don’t think…” she started.
“You can and you will.” he reassured her. He started out slow, but when Liz wrapped her legs around his torso, he picked up tempo. They started crashing together, desperately seeking that ultimate fulfillment. Max was thrusting so deep he was touching Liz’s womb. Liz’s climax built and Max’s fervor pushed her over the edge and she felt like she was floating in the stars. She was riding a pinnacle of pleasure, waiting for him to join her. She didn’t have to wait long. Her walls clamped down hard on him, sending him over the edge and milking him for all he was worth. Max felt the pleasure explode all through his body and the joy of coming inside Liz filled his heart to almost bursting. They came down from their pleasure induced high and collapsed on the bed. Max rolled of to the side and pulled Liz into his embrace.
“I’m afraid you are going to kill me with pleasure, my love.” he teased while kissing her forehead. Liz had settled into his embrace and was quickly drifting off to sleep. Their lovemaking had taken every last energy reserve she had. She heard his comment and mumbled back a sweet, but rather brazen reply.
“Yes, but what a way to go.”
TBC…..
Ava sat in the middle of the floor in Kyle’s tent, deep in thought. So, Zan really had chosen that little mortal. He had claimed his love and given her the throne. No, he has given her, My Throne! She was supposed to be queen, wasn’t she? Zeus had hand picked her to be queen, out of all the immortals. She should be queen. How dare that little harlot!
Ava was so busy fuming over her sudden loss of social standing, that she didn’t even notice the slightly glowing being that had entered the tent. The little being was garbed in a simple wrap, and had a large pair of pure white wings. Hanging in the center of his wings was a quiver of arrows. He slipped one arrow out of the quiver and placed it in his bow. He took aim for the center of Ava’s heart, through her back. He let the arrow fly.
“OWWW!” yelled Ava. She turned to see who had just dared to pinch her and found an empty room. That’s odd was her first thought, until Kyle walked in. Gosh, he’s wonderful, I think I love him. She stared at Kyle with this sappy, dreamy look.
“Ava, are you ok?” he asked, “I just heard you yell. Are you hurt or…OWWW!” Kyle yelped. It felt like something had just pinched him right above his left nipple. That really hurt. Who the, Wow Ava is gorgeous, he thought. I think I love her. His thoughts of pain or hurt pride from the invisible attack went right out the window when he looked down at Ava. He had the same sappy, dreamy look on his face.
“I think I love you.” they said in unison. Then before the other could process what had just happened, their lips crashed together. The kiss was pure and binding. As they kissed, their love multiplied hundred fold.
The little cherub stood off to the side, just watch the display. Ahh, love, his specialty.
“Good Job, my son.” came a mysterious voice only the cherub could hear. “You had better leave now, before Ava figures out that you are there.”
“Yes mother” replied Cupid. He made a small flap of his wings and disappeared in a flash of light that went unnoticed by the 2 lovers still wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and reveling in their newly found love.
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“Can I come in now?” Max asked. Maria had just left his tent, but with the suddenness of his last forced exit, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in.
“Yes, of course you can. It is your tent.” came Liz’s reply as she popped her head out the door. She waved to Maria, who had turned to waved back at her sister. A satisfied smile spread across her face. Liz looked truly happy. She also looked truly beautiful, and Max could hardly contain his desire to be alone with his future wife. He understood that Liz needed to repair things with her sister, but did it have to take 3 whole hours?
Max entered the open flap and before it had the chance to close again, Max had Liz’s face in his hands and was kissing her breathless. Liz was shocked at first, but returned the kiss with the same fervor when the initial shock wore off. Finally they had to break apart, or they were both going to collapse from lack of oxygen to the brain. Then again, Max wasn’t thinking with that part of his anatomy anymore. When he was in Liz’s presence, rational thought didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t a sex crazed maniac, but he knew what he liked, and he liked a very naked and satisfied Liz.
“Miss me much,” she joked breathlessly. He looked down into her eyes and found desire that rivaled his own, and a hint of mischief.
“What did you talk about for 3 hours?” he questioned. Liz pulled out of his embrace and sat down on their bed. Max followed and pulled her down on top of him on the bed. Her head rested on his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heart beat. A smile spread across her face. He had such a wonderful heart, she thought, so kind and pure.
“We talked about everything and nothing. We talked about our wedding and, ‘that Neanderthal of a friend of yours’ as Maria likes to call Michael. We talked about a few other things that only girls can talk about.” Liz told him. She felt him tense and try to sit up so he could look at her. “Sorry, but it’s strictly girls only information.” Liz felt him slump back into the pillows and heard his very unking like moping noise.
“So, things are better between you and Maria?” he asked. He hoped so. He couldn’t stand to listen to Liz cry. He knew there was nothing that he could do other than let her and her sister work it out. For the first time in his life, he had felt utterly helpless.
‘Yes, things are much better. Thank you for giving me back my sister.” She said in a soft voice. It sounded like she was drifting off to sleep.
That really wasn’t what Max had intended for the evening. He rolled her under him, and before she could protest, his lips were on hers again. She instantly relaxed under his kiss and wrapped her arms around his body, pulling him down on to her. His hands were wrapped up tightly in her hair, loving the feel of her long chocolate tresses. Max was convinced that it must be against the gods to desire a woman as much as he did Liz. Every little thing about her, her hair, her eyes, and the way she looked when she was sleep, the way she looked when she climaxed, the way she walked and talked and bit her lip when she was thinking. Everything, down to the littlest detail made him love her even more.
Liz started pulling his shirt over his head. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands over his muscular chest and massage his sculpted pecs. The shirt quickly slipped over his head and he was naked from the waist up. He quickly captured her lips again, as Liz’s hands roamed his exposed skin. Max reached for the bottom of her shirt and helped Liz remove it. She too was naked from the waist up and Max started to kiss down her neck and sucked on the sensitive spot right about her pulse. Liz arched into his lips. His mouth did wondrous things to her. She was already hot with desire for him, and he had only just kissed her. Max was having the same difficulties. A certain part of his anatomy was screaming to get free its confinements.
Liz started pawing at the rest of Max’s cloths. She wanted him out of them, just as much as he did. Max stood and slid his skirt to the ground and reached out a pulled Liz’s off. Now she lay naked before him in all her glory. All he wanted to do was worship at the temple that was her body. Max pulled her knees so that they hung over the side of the bed, having her positioned perpendicular to the ends of the bed. Max sank to his knees and pushed her legs apart. Her musky scent filled his nostrils and his mouth started to water. He had become addicted to her taste.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and his long tongue ran up and down her swollen slit. Moaning loudly, she grabbed large handfuls of his hair and held him to her heat. He started lapping at her center, drinking every last drop of her passion while brining her closer and closer to fulfillment. Liz was tossing her head from side to side. The pleasure was so intense. Every touch of his tongue sent little bolts of desire through her body.
Max reached up and inserted one long finger into her quivering body. His lips clamped down and suckled her pleasure nub while he inserted a second finger. “Oh God Max” she screamed as her body arched at the contact. Max was amazing, she felt amazing, this was amazing.
Max could feel her getting closer and closer to her climax. Her legs were quivering on both sides of his head and the walls of her passage were clamping down on his fingers. Max removed his fingers and Liz let out a frustrated moan, only to be replaced by her shouts of climax as she went over the edge as Max slipped his tongue inside her passage. Max drank her fluids greedily like a man who hadn’t drank in 20 years.
Liz slowly came down from her pleasure induced high as Max climbed up her body. He settled himself between her legs, but before he got himself comfortable, Liz flipped him over onto his back. He wasn’t expecting it, and his breath was totally knocked out of his lungs when he felt a small hand wrap around his painfully hard member. She tentatively began to stroke him and then she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head.
“Oh Liz,” Max gasped as his body lurched in the pleasure. It was all Max could do not to rock his hips upward and push himself into her mouth. He was gripping the sheets, trying to keep his hands under control. Liz slowly licked up and down his shaft and took the tip of him in her mouth. He tasted so good, so male. She took more of him in her mouth and was surprised when she felt him grow in size. She wasn’t sure that was possible. He was huge already. She began to lightly suck and bob her head up and down his manhood, earning a gasp of pleasure from Max. Her little hand was still wrapped around him and that followed her mouth as she sucked his length.
Max could feel his balls start to tighten in the first stages of his orgasm, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be buried deep inside her when he came. He wanted her screaming his name in pleasure as he made her come. Before Liz knew what was happening, Max flipped her onto her back and was rammed into her to the hilt.
“Oh yes Max”, “Oh Liz, Oh” came their shouts of passion from their joining. Max began a fast pace that quickly brought Liz to climax. She screamed out his name as she went over the edge and Max waited until the quivering stopped. He looked down at her and found her staring right back. The desire in her eyes was enough to knock the wind right out of his lungs and make him weak in the knees.
“God, you look beautiful when you come.” he told her.
“Have you been watching?” she asked coyly.
“I’m always watching. I watch you all the time.” he admitted. A light blush spread across Liz’s face.
“You shouldn’t stare. It’s rude you know.” She kid him.
“I can’t help it. Someone as beautiful and amazing as you deserves to be stared at all day long.” he whispered into her ear. He was still rock hard and buried deep inside her. He pulled back and plunged deep inside her, causing Liz to gasp. “Cum for me Liz. I want to watch you cum again.”
“I don’t think…” she started.
“You can and you will.” he reassured her. He started out slow, but when Liz wrapped her legs around his torso, he picked up tempo. They started crashing together, desperately seeking that ultimate fulfillment. Max was thrusting so deep he was touching Liz’s womb. Liz’s climax built and Max’s fervor pushed her over the edge and she felt like she was floating in the stars. She was riding a pinnacle of pleasure, waiting for him to join her. She didn’t have to wait long. Her walls clamped down hard on him, sending him over the edge and milking him for all he was worth. Max felt the pleasure explode all through his body and the joy of coming inside Liz filled his heart to almost bursting. They came down from their pleasure induced high and collapsed on the bed. Max rolled of to the side and pulled Liz into his embrace.
“I’m afraid you are going to kill me with pleasure, my love.” he teased while kissing her forehead. Liz had settled into his embrace and was quickly drifting off to sleep. Their lovemaking had taken every last energy reserve she had. She heard his comment and mumbled back a sweet, but rather brazen reply.
“Yes, but what a way to go.”
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Part 24
“Athena!” bellowed Alex’s deep tenor voice, “I want to talk to you. This is important.”
“Yes Alexander.” a soft, but stern voice replied from out of nowhere. A lone figure walked out of the wooded area to Alex’s left and leaned on a nearby tree. She wore a full set of body armor, the same that she had been born in. Her owl had accompanied her and her bow and arrow were on her back. She may be a goddess, but her warrior instincts never let her leave home without protection.
“Athena, I need some answers. Something is going on here. Please tell me I’m not going crazy.” he walked over to where she was standing. He started pacing in a circle in front of her. It was quite amusing to watch this warrior so tied up in knots over the young princess.
“What answers do you seek?” she asked. She knew what he wanted to know about, but she could not let that be known. He would start asking why she hadn’t warned him and such things, but this problem was not hers to solve.
“Why can’t I tell Isabel that I love her?” he asked, picking his head up and looking right at Athena. The rawness of his expression took Athena aback. She did not understand love, only wisdom and war. She was glad she did not. She could see the way it was plaguing Alexander and she wanted no part of it. Alex had kept rambling, Athena had to tune him back in. “And I love her, I really do. But every time I try and tell her, my tongue melts into the bottom of my mouth and I can’t talk, literally. I want to tell her, with all my heart, but physically, I just can’t. What is going on here? What have I done wrong?”
“Alexander, you have done nothing wrong, but I am afraid you have found yourself to be the victim of a curse that was not of my doing. I cannot tell you what or why, but ask Aphrodite, she will have the answers you seek. You can call her now, or you can wait until she appears. She is often in this camp.” Athena said. Alex looked at her in shock. Athena had never held things back from him before. She had always given him answers when he needed it, this was a horrible first.
“But…”
“I’m sorry Alexander, but it is not my story to tell.” she softly answered as she faded into the forest.
“Ok, now I really am losing it. First I lose my ability to talk and now my patron goddess won’t help me. It’s been a one of those really bad days.” he said shaking his head. “Aphrodite” Alex quietly called. He had never called on the goddess of love, but then again, he had never had the need before. “Aphrodite,” he called a little louder, “Can I speak with you?”
“Sure, what can I do for you Alexander?” came a melodic voice from behind him. He spun around to find the Goddess of Love standing 3 feet away from him. He jumped back a bit; the closeness was a little alarming. Her long white blonde hair framing her face and a light peach tunic wrapped her shapely curves. Alex could see how so many men before him had fallen madly in love with Aphrodite, but she did not hold a candle to Isabel in his mind.
“I seem to have a problem, but I’m not sure what it is.” He said timidly.
“Well, I cannot give you answers until you identify what the problem is.” She said in a more teasing than scolding voice.
“Am I under a curse?” he asked.
“Yes” was her simple reply.
“Why?”
“Because, you have the unfortunate destiny to fall madly in love with young Vilandra.” She told him.
“I don’t understand.” He told her.
“Of course you don’t, but that is why you called on me, isn’t” she chided him. All he could do was nod his head. “I already know the questions you are going to ask, so I’ll just skip straight to the answer, although, I cannot come right out and tell you what you want to know. This is something you have to figure out for yourself. You are of quick wit; else Athena would not have chosen you to be her favored warrior. The answer you seek is wrapped in a riddle. When you discover the meaning, all things will become clear. Now, listen carefully.
Invisible Princesses
Do not make good brides
Confession is the only way
To get inside
Love must slip past
Her colored lips
Vow be broken
Curse undone in lovers kiss”
And with that, Aphrodite disappeared in a small flash of light, leaving Alex to ponder what it all meant, and what he was going to do now. He wondered if maybe Max could shed some light on this whole wacky situation.
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The next day dawned, filled with much promise. Many souls had found their mate that evening and one pair were soon to discover one another. And yet, the people were unaware of the trouble brewing on Mt. Olympus:
“What is the meaning of this?” raged Poseidon, “What is this nonsense about my daughter Ava being shot by Cupid? Why is she not still marrying Zan? Zeus, I demand some answers!” Poseidon’s fury could be heard all across Olympus, waking Zeus and the other gods from their godly slumber. Zeus and the other gods, one by one appeared in the great meeting hall on the top of the Holy Mountain. Zeus was seated in his throne.
“Good morning, brother dear.” He yawned, “A bit early to be in such a rage, don’t you think?” he asked casually.
“It is not a good morning, you lying back stabber! Why has my daughter been tricked into loving some other measly mortal? She was to be queen!” he roared. His normally blue tinted face was now red with anger. You could literally see the steam rising off of him.
“Now brother…” he started.
“Don’t you now brother me! I will not be brushed off, you pompous…” Poseidon started yelling again.
“Now that is enough!” Zeus bellowed back, just as loud, and angry. “I was not trying to brush you off, so listen to me for once, you thick headed tuna! I’ll tell you what is going on, and no more interruptions. You’d think the King of the God’s could finish a sentence in his own court!” Zeus had stood up and was now practically screaming in Poseidon’s face. The tuna crack hadn’t gone unnoticed, but Poseidon decided to pick his battles. “Now, will there be any more interruptions? No? Good!” he sat back down and counted to ten in hopes of getting his temper back under control.
“Now, what is this business about Cupid shooting Ava?” Zeus asked in a slightly nicer, but no less agitated tone.
“Cupid was sent to the mortal camp of your daughter’s children, and she was shot by him, making her fall in love with a mortal named Kyle. He is your daughter’s nephew, but nothing of true noble blood.” Poseidon explained. He was keeping his temper in check at the moment too, but it was a struggle.
“And is that true Cupid?” Zeus asked looking into the crowd of gods as it parted and Cupid stepped forward.
“Yes it is your lordship. I was sent by my mother to give Ava knowledge of her true soul mate.” Cupid answered timidly.
“Is this true Aphrodite?” Zeus questioned.
“Yes, it is,” came the reply from behind Cupid. “I sent my second son to the camp to make Ava fall in love with Kyle, and they are perfectly happy. You should be rejoicing in your daughter’s newly found happiness and love. You will have a son-in-law to welcome soon, Poseidon.”
“No, I will not stand for this! My daughter was to be queen, not the wife of some common mortal. How dare you?” he demanded.
“They happen to be soul mates, I just sped up the discovery process.” She said.
“I don’t care what you think you were doing. This is treachery. My daughter was to be queen, and because of your meddling, her title has been taken away from her. I want this fixed.” He turned his rage on Aphrodite.
“No”
“No?”
“”No, I will not. I cannot change love, and I don’t intend to start now.” She stood only 5’3”, compared to Poseidon’s imposing 6’2”, but she squared her shoulders and held her ground.
“I don’t care what you want to do, love goddess. But I will not allow another one of your fool headed schemes fowl up my daughter’s life.” He said, with the intent to insult her.
“And I will not allow your thick headedness screw up your daughter’s happiness.” She replied in an icy tone.
“Enough, the 2 of you!” Zeus roared. If he didn’t step in soon, these 2 were going to rip each other apart. “Poseidon, I think you are being a bit unreasonable…”
“A bit unreasonable, this is my daughter, my pride and joy. You yourself sent an army to rescue your own daughter and she was married to a king! Don’t speak to me about unreasonable. I can see I will not find any allegiance here. I will take my cause else where. I remove my support of this war. Do not summon me, brother, for I shall not answer.” and with that menacing speech, Poseidon disappeared back into the sea to contemplate his next plan of attack. He needed to go visit Khivar. He wanted that little brunette the king had bed and Kyle, oh how he hated that name, dead.
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“Athena!” bellowed Alex’s deep tenor voice, “I want to talk to you. This is important.”
“Yes Alexander.” a soft, but stern voice replied from out of nowhere. A lone figure walked out of the wooded area to Alex’s left and leaned on a nearby tree. She wore a full set of body armor, the same that she had been born in. Her owl had accompanied her and her bow and arrow were on her back. She may be a goddess, but her warrior instincts never let her leave home without protection.
“Athena, I need some answers. Something is going on here. Please tell me I’m not going crazy.” he walked over to where she was standing. He started pacing in a circle in front of her. It was quite amusing to watch this warrior so tied up in knots over the young princess.
“What answers do you seek?” she asked. She knew what he wanted to know about, but she could not let that be known. He would start asking why she hadn’t warned him and such things, but this problem was not hers to solve.
“Why can’t I tell Isabel that I love her?” he asked, picking his head up and looking right at Athena. The rawness of his expression took Athena aback. She did not understand love, only wisdom and war. She was glad she did not. She could see the way it was plaguing Alexander and she wanted no part of it. Alex had kept rambling, Athena had to tune him back in. “And I love her, I really do. But every time I try and tell her, my tongue melts into the bottom of my mouth and I can’t talk, literally. I want to tell her, with all my heart, but physically, I just can’t. What is going on here? What have I done wrong?”
“Alexander, you have done nothing wrong, but I am afraid you have found yourself to be the victim of a curse that was not of my doing. I cannot tell you what or why, but ask Aphrodite, she will have the answers you seek. You can call her now, or you can wait until she appears. She is often in this camp.” Athena said. Alex looked at her in shock. Athena had never held things back from him before. She had always given him answers when he needed it, this was a horrible first.
“But…”
“I’m sorry Alexander, but it is not my story to tell.” she softly answered as she faded into the forest.
“Ok, now I really am losing it. First I lose my ability to talk and now my patron goddess won’t help me. It’s been a one of those really bad days.” he said shaking his head. “Aphrodite” Alex quietly called. He had never called on the goddess of love, but then again, he had never had the need before. “Aphrodite,” he called a little louder, “Can I speak with you?”
“Sure, what can I do for you Alexander?” came a melodic voice from behind him. He spun around to find the Goddess of Love standing 3 feet away from him. He jumped back a bit; the closeness was a little alarming. Her long white blonde hair framing her face and a light peach tunic wrapped her shapely curves. Alex could see how so many men before him had fallen madly in love with Aphrodite, but she did not hold a candle to Isabel in his mind.
“I seem to have a problem, but I’m not sure what it is.” He said timidly.
“Well, I cannot give you answers until you identify what the problem is.” She said in a more teasing than scolding voice.
“Am I under a curse?” he asked.
“Yes” was her simple reply.
“Why?”
“Because, you have the unfortunate destiny to fall madly in love with young Vilandra.” She told him.
“I don’t understand.” He told her.
“Of course you don’t, but that is why you called on me, isn’t” she chided him. All he could do was nod his head. “I already know the questions you are going to ask, so I’ll just skip straight to the answer, although, I cannot come right out and tell you what you want to know. This is something you have to figure out for yourself. You are of quick wit; else Athena would not have chosen you to be her favored warrior. The answer you seek is wrapped in a riddle. When you discover the meaning, all things will become clear. Now, listen carefully.
Invisible Princesses
Do not make good brides
Confession is the only way
To get inside
Love must slip past
Her colored lips
Vow be broken
Curse undone in lovers kiss”
And with that, Aphrodite disappeared in a small flash of light, leaving Alex to ponder what it all meant, and what he was going to do now. He wondered if maybe Max could shed some light on this whole wacky situation.
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The next day dawned, filled with much promise. Many souls had found their mate that evening and one pair were soon to discover one another. And yet, the people were unaware of the trouble brewing on Mt. Olympus:
“What is the meaning of this?” raged Poseidon, “What is this nonsense about my daughter Ava being shot by Cupid? Why is she not still marrying Zan? Zeus, I demand some answers!” Poseidon’s fury could be heard all across Olympus, waking Zeus and the other gods from their godly slumber. Zeus and the other gods, one by one appeared in the great meeting hall on the top of the Holy Mountain. Zeus was seated in his throne.
“Good morning, brother dear.” He yawned, “A bit early to be in such a rage, don’t you think?” he asked casually.
“It is not a good morning, you lying back stabber! Why has my daughter been tricked into loving some other measly mortal? She was to be queen!” he roared. His normally blue tinted face was now red with anger. You could literally see the steam rising off of him.
“Now brother…” he started.
“Don’t you now brother me! I will not be brushed off, you pompous…” Poseidon started yelling again.
“Now that is enough!” Zeus bellowed back, just as loud, and angry. “I was not trying to brush you off, so listen to me for once, you thick headed tuna! I’ll tell you what is going on, and no more interruptions. You’d think the King of the God’s could finish a sentence in his own court!” Zeus had stood up and was now practically screaming in Poseidon’s face. The tuna crack hadn’t gone unnoticed, but Poseidon decided to pick his battles. “Now, will there be any more interruptions? No? Good!” he sat back down and counted to ten in hopes of getting his temper back under control.
“Now, what is this business about Cupid shooting Ava?” Zeus asked in a slightly nicer, but no less agitated tone.
“Cupid was sent to the mortal camp of your daughter’s children, and she was shot by him, making her fall in love with a mortal named Kyle. He is your daughter’s nephew, but nothing of true noble blood.” Poseidon explained. He was keeping his temper in check at the moment too, but it was a struggle.
“And is that true Cupid?” Zeus asked looking into the crowd of gods as it parted and Cupid stepped forward.
“Yes it is your lordship. I was sent by my mother to give Ava knowledge of her true soul mate.” Cupid answered timidly.
“Is this true Aphrodite?” Zeus questioned.
“Yes, it is,” came the reply from behind Cupid. “I sent my second son to the camp to make Ava fall in love with Kyle, and they are perfectly happy. You should be rejoicing in your daughter’s newly found happiness and love. You will have a son-in-law to welcome soon, Poseidon.”
“No, I will not stand for this! My daughter was to be queen, not the wife of some common mortal. How dare you?” he demanded.
“They happen to be soul mates, I just sped up the discovery process.” She said.
“I don’t care what you think you were doing. This is treachery. My daughter was to be queen, and because of your meddling, her title has been taken away from her. I want this fixed.” He turned his rage on Aphrodite.
“No”
“No?”
“”No, I will not. I cannot change love, and I don’t intend to start now.” She stood only 5’3”, compared to Poseidon’s imposing 6’2”, but she squared her shoulders and held her ground.
“I don’t care what you want to do, love goddess. But I will not allow another one of your fool headed schemes fowl up my daughter’s life.” He said, with the intent to insult her.
“And I will not allow your thick headedness screw up your daughter’s happiness.” She replied in an icy tone.
“Enough, the 2 of you!” Zeus roared. If he didn’t step in soon, these 2 were going to rip each other apart. “Poseidon, I think you are being a bit unreasonable…”
“A bit unreasonable, this is my daughter, my pride and joy. You yourself sent an army to rescue your own daughter and she was married to a king! Don’t speak to me about unreasonable. I can see I will not find any allegiance here. I will take my cause else where. I remove my support of this war. Do not summon me, brother, for I shall not answer.” and with that menacing speech, Poseidon disappeared back into the sea to contemplate his next plan of attack. He needed to go visit Khivar. He wanted that little brunette the king had bed and Kyle, oh how he hated that name, dead.
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Part 25
Ava woke slowly that next morning. Her body was snuggled up close to Kyle’s lean and powerful masculine body. She absent mindedly sighed. They had made love last night, and it was the most beautiful thing Ava had ever experienced. Frankly, she had never made love to anyone before. Sure, she had had sex, but she had never made love, or had someone make love to her. She felt Kyle stir next to her. He stretched awake. He looked down at her.
“Good morning love” he said as he bent down to kiss her fore head. Her little blonde curls tickled his face and he inhaled deeply. Her scent, her taste, her soft skin, her small body, her sweet smile, her little nose, her shapely legs, her ample breasts, everything about her was perfect to him. He had made passionate love to her and it was like nothing he had ever experienced. When he finally slid into her, it was like he was going home. He felt like she had been made especially for him and they fit together perfectly. He had never experienced something as powerful as this before. He could feel his heart swelling with love and his body tensing in lust and he feared he had no control over it. After he had climaxed with her last night, he had the distinct feeling like he was losing his balance. He couldn’t catch his breath and his world was spinning. It was exciting and alarming all at the same time.
“Same to you love” she said in the midst of a yawn. She stretched out, her body was spooned into his, and this innocent little stretch pressed her breasts and flat stomach inch for inch against Kyle’s side. He tried to hide his sharp intake of breath, but she heard it and smiled. She sat up and next thing Kyle knew, she was seated, legs thrown around his hips, poised right over his rapidly swelling cock. “Should I?” she asked innocently.
Kyle couldn’t find his voice. Her tempting body was hovering right over his and his mouth went dry at the sight. His cock was at full attention and he could feel the heat radiating off her hot, wet center. The only thing he had control over were his hands, so he wrapped them around her hips and guided her down onto him.
They groaned in unison. It felt so good, so right. Ava started to move, slowly up and down. Kyle urged her on, setting the pace with his hands as he moved her body faster, bringing them both extreme pleasure. Ava flung her head back; causing her breasts to stand out and Kyle couldn’t resist as he reached up and cupped them in his big hands. They were more than a hand full, and he wasn’t complaining. He rolled the little pink nipples between his thumbs and fingers and received a deep throated moan from Ava. She kept up the pace that she knew was driving him crazy. Kyle reached between them and expertly found her little pleasure button. After just a few flicks, she came apart. Her muscles tightened around him and the sweet torture was his undoing. He screamed her name was he surged up inside her and bathed her womb in his seed. Her heavy panting could be heard in his hazy mind. He looked up into her eyes and found love and desire raging in them and for him only.
“That was…” he started to say.
“Kyle, I hope you plan on getting up some time…Oh my Gods” Isabel shrieked. She covered her face with her hands, turning back towards the door.
Kyle quickly was snapped out of his pleasure induced haze, as was Ava. She yelped in surprise and Kyle rolled her off him to his side. “Izzy, you what are you doing in here?” he bellowed a little louder than he would have liked.
“I was just coming to tell you that Max wants to see you at some point this morning. Geeze, is everybody in this place having sex?” she mumbled, but loud enough for them to hear.
“Tell him I’ll be out in a bit.” Kyle softened his tone, but the surprise in his voice was still evident.
“Yeah sure fine, whatever.” was all she said as she briskly exited the tent. Kyle whipped his hand down his face slowly and then turned to find a very flushed Ava next to him. Her deep scarlet blush covered most of her upper body. She looked up at him and he couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled out of him. Ava looked at him quizzically, but couldn’t help laughing right along with him.
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“Are the troops ready?” Max asked Michael.
“Yes, your highness. Everyone has been alerted and is waiting your command.” Michael said bowing.
“Good, we march toward the Crystal City and we will attack at first light. Give the signal.” Max told him.
Michael nodded to the trumpet players and the horns blasted over the heads of the Antarian Army. All the soldiers as one took that first step and the sound of clanking metal and pounding feet filled the valley. Max placed Liz on his horse and jumped up behind her. Michael and Kyle did the same with Maria and Ava. Isabel mounted her horse with some help from Alex, who then mounted his horse and trotted up beside her.
The strategy session had gone well that morning. Alex pin pointed the next official target should be Scillia, The Crystal City. The troops had had sufficient rest and the Crystal City was not all that well guarded. The heart of the city’s economy was a large crystal mine that unearthed countless precious gems. These jewels were sold to royalty all around the Mediterranean. The Antarian crown held 5 gems from these mines. 1 ruby, 1 sapphire, 1 emerald, 1 deep purple amethyst and 1 flawless 5 caret diamond. They each symbolized a different element of the monarchy. The red stood for war, the blue stood for peace, the green stood for wealth, the purple stood for the people and the diamond symbolized the power of the king and the country.
Khivar would have left the Crystal City unguarded because he had a greater need for men closer to the capital. The Crystal City was a rouge city that while it was a loyal city to the monarchy; it kept to itself and out of political matters. It would be an easy take over and hopefully an additional group of recruits. Khivar had been holding a tight grip on the city’s gem distribution and the city preferred to do it’s trading without interference.
He also had some other plans in mind. He wanted to ask the master craftsmen to make a crown for his betrothed. He also wanted them to fashion jewelry fit for a queen. He knew Liz was perfect, and he wanted gems what would mirror her perfection.
He worried about this war. Now he had Liz, and he wouldn’t give her up for anything, but he feared Khivar would try to hurt her. When it came to her that was where he was the most vulnerable. He unconsciously hugged her tighter to him and she snuggled up to him. She had fallen asleep almost instantly when they had taken the saddle. He smiled to himself. He had worn her out last night, so she deserved the rest.
Michael rode up next to him, with an equally asleep Maria curled up into his chest. Max just smiled and nodded, not wanting to wake either of the peacefully sleeping women, but recognizing what Michael was showing him. Michael was showing him that Maria had finally accepted him, or at least she was now comfortable with him.
Max turned his head forward and spurred his horse. He turned his thoughts toward the coming battle and the still long and unclear road ahead of him. The constant drum of the marching troops lulled him into a semi unconscious state of a warrior on the move, where he didn’t think, just pressed on.
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“And just why should I trust you?” Khivar questioned Poseidon.
“Because, if you want to win this war, you are going to need at least one of the gods on your side.” He tried to explain to him. Either Khivar was extremely cunning, or an imbecile.
“I still have the faith of Aries.” Khivar told him.
“No you do not, you idiot. Zan does. His champion is Rathos, Aries’s favorite son.” Poseidon was getting tired of this conversation. He didn’t come here to argue with him, he came here to strike a bargain and that was all he was in the mood for.
“So, what do I get if I strike this bargain?” Khivar asked. He had forgotten about Rathos’s lineage, but if his parentage was true, then many of the other gods would be on Zan’s side as well, not including the ones that were loyal to Zan directly.
“You get command of my army and my daughter’s hand when you win the battle.” Poseidon told him.
“And what do you get out of this?” Khivar asked.
“I get the satisfaction of watching you kill Zan and his family, especially his cousin Kyle and his little whore Elizabeth.” Poseidon spat. He hated those names and used them like a curse.
“Zan has taken a mistress?” Khivar was intrigued. His spies hadn’t reported this yet; then again he hadn’t seen any of his spies in a few weeks.
“Yes, Parkertous’s daughter, Elizabeth. When he killed the general, he took his daughter as his prize. Now he fancies himself in love with her and wants her to be queen, instead of my more deserving daughter.” Poseidon explained.
“Yes, well, I think I will accept your offer, Water God.” Khivar told him while calculating his next move. He had met Elizabeth and her beauty had taken his breath away. He had cast Dianna aside years ago and was looking for a new tempting creature to be his new pet. Elizabeth would do wonderfully. He would take Ava too, but in name only. He wanted Elizabeth in his bed. He may even keep Zan alive for a while and make him watch as he pleasured Elizabeth and she screamed out his name from underneath him. The thought sent blood rushing to a different head on his body. He wanted this meeting done and over with so he could go and entertain himself with his leman. “I will serve you well, my patron god.” He said bowing in a showy gesture.
“I knew you would, King Khivar. I will send my armies and they will arrive in a fortnight.” With that, Poseidon disappeared in a pop of a bubble.
Khivar smiled. He would fool Poseidon just as easily as he had fooled Zeus and get exactly what he wanted revenge on Zan, his rightful title as king, and the very tempting Elizabeth.
TBC….
I know, this part is slightly evil.
Katie
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Ava woke slowly that next morning. Her body was snuggled up close to Kyle’s lean and powerful masculine body. She absent mindedly sighed. They had made love last night, and it was the most beautiful thing Ava had ever experienced. Frankly, she had never made love to anyone before. Sure, she had had sex, but she had never made love, or had someone make love to her. She felt Kyle stir next to her. He stretched awake. He looked down at her.
“Good morning love” he said as he bent down to kiss her fore head. Her little blonde curls tickled his face and he inhaled deeply. Her scent, her taste, her soft skin, her small body, her sweet smile, her little nose, her shapely legs, her ample breasts, everything about her was perfect to him. He had made passionate love to her and it was like nothing he had ever experienced. When he finally slid into her, it was like he was going home. He felt like she had been made especially for him and they fit together perfectly. He had never experienced something as powerful as this before. He could feel his heart swelling with love and his body tensing in lust and he feared he had no control over it. After he had climaxed with her last night, he had the distinct feeling like he was losing his balance. He couldn’t catch his breath and his world was spinning. It was exciting and alarming all at the same time.
“Same to you love” she said in the midst of a yawn. She stretched out, her body was spooned into his, and this innocent little stretch pressed her breasts and flat stomach inch for inch against Kyle’s side. He tried to hide his sharp intake of breath, but she heard it and smiled. She sat up and next thing Kyle knew, she was seated, legs thrown around his hips, poised right over his rapidly swelling cock. “Should I?” she asked innocently.
Kyle couldn’t find his voice. Her tempting body was hovering right over his and his mouth went dry at the sight. His cock was at full attention and he could feel the heat radiating off her hot, wet center. The only thing he had control over were his hands, so he wrapped them around her hips and guided her down onto him.
They groaned in unison. It felt so good, so right. Ava started to move, slowly up and down. Kyle urged her on, setting the pace with his hands as he moved her body faster, bringing them both extreme pleasure. Ava flung her head back; causing her breasts to stand out and Kyle couldn’t resist as he reached up and cupped them in his big hands. They were more than a hand full, and he wasn’t complaining. He rolled the little pink nipples between his thumbs and fingers and received a deep throated moan from Ava. She kept up the pace that she knew was driving him crazy. Kyle reached between them and expertly found her little pleasure button. After just a few flicks, she came apart. Her muscles tightened around him and the sweet torture was his undoing. He screamed her name was he surged up inside her and bathed her womb in his seed. Her heavy panting could be heard in his hazy mind. He looked up into her eyes and found love and desire raging in them and for him only.
“That was…” he started to say.
“Kyle, I hope you plan on getting up some time…Oh my Gods” Isabel shrieked. She covered her face with her hands, turning back towards the door.
Kyle quickly was snapped out of his pleasure induced haze, as was Ava. She yelped in surprise and Kyle rolled her off him to his side. “Izzy, you what are you doing in here?” he bellowed a little louder than he would have liked.
“I was just coming to tell you that Max wants to see you at some point this morning. Geeze, is everybody in this place having sex?” she mumbled, but loud enough for them to hear.
“Tell him I’ll be out in a bit.” Kyle softened his tone, but the surprise in his voice was still evident.
“Yeah sure fine, whatever.” was all she said as she briskly exited the tent. Kyle whipped his hand down his face slowly and then turned to find a very flushed Ava next to him. Her deep scarlet blush covered most of her upper body. She looked up at him and he couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled out of him. Ava looked at him quizzically, but couldn’t help laughing right along with him.
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“Are the troops ready?” Max asked Michael.
“Yes, your highness. Everyone has been alerted and is waiting your command.” Michael said bowing.
“Good, we march toward the Crystal City and we will attack at first light. Give the signal.” Max told him.
Michael nodded to the trumpet players and the horns blasted over the heads of the Antarian Army. All the soldiers as one took that first step and the sound of clanking metal and pounding feet filled the valley. Max placed Liz on his horse and jumped up behind her. Michael and Kyle did the same with Maria and Ava. Isabel mounted her horse with some help from Alex, who then mounted his horse and trotted up beside her.
The strategy session had gone well that morning. Alex pin pointed the next official target should be Scillia, The Crystal City. The troops had had sufficient rest and the Crystal City was not all that well guarded. The heart of the city’s economy was a large crystal mine that unearthed countless precious gems. These jewels were sold to royalty all around the Mediterranean. The Antarian crown held 5 gems from these mines. 1 ruby, 1 sapphire, 1 emerald, 1 deep purple amethyst and 1 flawless 5 caret diamond. They each symbolized a different element of the monarchy. The red stood for war, the blue stood for peace, the green stood for wealth, the purple stood for the people and the diamond symbolized the power of the king and the country.
Khivar would have left the Crystal City unguarded because he had a greater need for men closer to the capital. The Crystal City was a rouge city that while it was a loyal city to the monarchy; it kept to itself and out of political matters. It would be an easy take over and hopefully an additional group of recruits. Khivar had been holding a tight grip on the city’s gem distribution and the city preferred to do it’s trading without interference.
He also had some other plans in mind. He wanted to ask the master craftsmen to make a crown for his betrothed. He also wanted them to fashion jewelry fit for a queen. He knew Liz was perfect, and he wanted gems what would mirror her perfection.
He worried about this war. Now he had Liz, and he wouldn’t give her up for anything, but he feared Khivar would try to hurt her. When it came to her that was where he was the most vulnerable. He unconsciously hugged her tighter to him and she snuggled up to him. She had fallen asleep almost instantly when they had taken the saddle. He smiled to himself. He had worn her out last night, so she deserved the rest.
Michael rode up next to him, with an equally asleep Maria curled up into his chest. Max just smiled and nodded, not wanting to wake either of the peacefully sleeping women, but recognizing what Michael was showing him. Michael was showing him that Maria had finally accepted him, or at least she was now comfortable with him.
Max turned his head forward and spurred his horse. He turned his thoughts toward the coming battle and the still long and unclear road ahead of him. The constant drum of the marching troops lulled him into a semi unconscious state of a warrior on the move, where he didn’t think, just pressed on.
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“And just why should I trust you?” Khivar questioned Poseidon.
“Because, if you want to win this war, you are going to need at least one of the gods on your side.” He tried to explain to him. Either Khivar was extremely cunning, or an imbecile.
“I still have the faith of Aries.” Khivar told him.
“No you do not, you idiot. Zan does. His champion is Rathos, Aries’s favorite son.” Poseidon was getting tired of this conversation. He didn’t come here to argue with him, he came here to strike a bargain and that was all he was in the mood for.
“So, what do I get if I strike this bargain?” Khivar asked. He had forgotten about Rathos’s lineage, but if his parentage was true, then many of the other gods would be on Zan’s side as well, not including the ones that were loyal to Zan directly.
“You get command of my army and my daughter’s hand when you win the battle.” Poseidon told him.
“And what do you get out of this?” Khivar asked.
“I get the satisfaction of watching you kill Zan and his family, especially his cousin Kyle and his little whore Elizabeth.” Poseidon spat. He hated those names and used them like a curse.
“Zan has taken a mistress?” Khivar was intrigued. His spies hadn’t reported this yet; then again he hadn’t seen any of his spies in a few weeks.
“Yes, Parkertous’s daughter, Elizabeth. When he killed the general, he took his daughter as his prize. Now he fancies himself in love with her and wants her to be queen, instead of my more deserving daughter.” Poseidon explained.
“Yes, well, I think I will accept your offer, Water God.” Khivar told him while calculating his next move. He had met Elizabeth and her beauty had taken his breath away. He had cast Dianna aside years ago and was looking for a new tempting creature to be his new pet. Elizabeth would do wonderfully. He would take Ava too, but in name only. He wanted Elizabeth in his bed. He may even keep Zan alive for a while and make him watch as he pleasured Elizabeth and she screamed out his name from underneath him. The thought sent blood rushing to a different head on his body. He wanted this meeting done and over with so he could go and entertain himself with his leman. “I will serve you well, my patron god.” He said bowing in a showy gesture.
“I knew you would, King Khivar. I will send my armies and they will arrive in a fortnight.” With that, Poseidon disappeared in a pop of a bubble.
Khivar smiled. He would fool Poseidon just as easily as he had fooled Zeus and get exactly what he wanted revenge on Zan, his rightful title as king, and the very tempting Elizabeth.
TBC….
I know, this part is slightly evil.
Katie
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Gosh, you guys must hate me for the long time I have been gone, but the holidays are so hectic this year. Funny part is that it doesn't really feel like Christmas, it feels more like the Kentucky Derby with all the running around I have had to do. I finally got the next part finished, and I'm usre it will generate more questions than answers. Ok, hope you like it.
Part 26
The marching came to a halt, stirring Liz from her sleep. She looked up at Max, and found him starring off into the distance. She followed his gaze and the sight took her breath away. The Crystal City lie just head of them, and the sun was just cresting the horizon. The first few streaks of light caught the city and the countless precious gems that adorned the buildings bathed the valley in twinkling lights. Liz just sat there in awe of this amazing sight. She heard a small snort and could see Michael nudging Maria to wake up to see this. The very appreciative wow that was heard was the proper response to the dazzling picture before them.
Max nudged Liz and she looked up at him.
“I have to lead a battle, darling, so I cannot have you in my lap much longer.” He slightly teased.
“Yes Max, I understand.” She sighed. She loved being in his arms, but knew that she had no place on the battle field. She moved to slide off the horse when she felt a pair of strong hands come around her waist. She looked into the kind eyes of Alexander, waiting to help her down. She quickly looked up at Max, who lowered his head and kissed her sweetly. Then, Alexander plucked her off the horse and set her down on her feet. Maria and Ava quickly followed. Isabel walked over with her horse’s reigns in hand and waved for the women to follow her. “Stay safe my love.” Liz heard Max say before he turned his mount and Michael let out a battle cry. Liz, Maria, and Ava quickly followed Isabel out of harms way for their safety was peace of mind for their beloved warriors.
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The army charged down the mountain side, barreling towards the city like an ocean wave about the crest the shore. Max, Michael, Kyle and Alex led the charge, with banners waving and trumpets sounding. Their steeds were running at full force and the men were right on their tails. Just before he would have given his horse that one last spur to finish the charge, Max looked out in front of him and what lay before him was not at all what he had expected.
There on 3 horses, were 2 men and a woman, carrying a white flag, the flag of Antar and the Flag of Khivar. Max reined his horse quickly, as did Michael, Alex and Kyle. The officers of the army saw the halt and yelled for the men to do the same. This was easier said than done as the crashing of armor could be heard through out the ranks as men crashed head long into other men.
The bearer of the white flag approached first. The rider bowed to Max and stepped aside. The bearer of the flag of Khivar approached next. Unseen in his other hand was a torch which he brought up to the flag’s bottom and lit it on fire. Then he flung the flag to the ground. The woman who bore the flag of Antar approached Max and flanked his horse.
“My liege,” was all she said as she presented the flag to Max. The rider turned back and joined her other riders. Max sat on his horse rather stunned. Either they had just given him their loyalty with out a fight, or it was a trap. He looked to Alex, who seemed just as bewildered as he was. Alex shrugged his shoulders and nodded to Max. Max understood Alex’s unspoken reply of ‘what do we have to lose. If it is a trap, we out number them 3-1 and if it is real, then we have gained greatly while losing little.’ Max turned his horse and raised his hand, waving the flag for all the men to see.
“The battle is won!” Max’s booming voice yelled across the valley. The men, still slightly stunned from the sudden halt stood motionless for a few moments, until Michael let out a triumphant cry, which the men quickly joined. Max turned to Kyle. “Please fetch the women. I believe it is safe for them to return to us.” Kyle quickly nodded and turned his horse towards the rear of the army.
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Liz, Maria, Ava and Isabel were huddled under Isabel’s magic cloak. Isabel’s horse was nearby, but not too close, so as not to give away their hiding place.
“This thing is neat,” Maria commented, “But what it gains in enchantment it lacks in roominess.”
“Hush you,” Isabel hissed, “Do you want us to be caught?” She turned her head back to looking out the cloak. The interesting part about this cloak was the ability for you to see out of it, but for none to see in. Isabel’s rather frigid answer did not sit well with Maria.
“Well, If that is the kind of attitude you are going to take…” she started but was cut off when Ava’s hand came over her mouth. Maria’s eyes widened at the sound of the approaching hooves. Isabel drew a sword just in case.
“Isabel come out, I know you are here. Your horse Victoria has already greeted me.” Kyle called to them. Ava dove out from the cloak first and right into Kyle’s arms.
“You are safe my love.” she cried as she wrapped her arms more tightly around him. She was squeezing so tight he feared she would crack a rib.
“Yes sweetheart, I am safe, as are the others. The Scillians surrendered without a fight.” Kyle could hear the relived sighs of the other women. “Aren’t you glad my love? My love?” Kyle looked down at Ava and her eyes were open but they were blank. She was transfixed in an open stare over Kyle’s head, but nothing seemed to draw his attention. Kyle shook her and for what seemed like an eternity, Ava didn’t respond.
Finally that spark that Kyle loved returned to her eyes and she shook her head. She looked up into Kyle’s concerned face. “That was my father, Poseidon is calling all of his children home.” she told him. Kyle slightly untensed, but that meant that Ava would be leaving him.
“Must you go?” Liz asked from behind the entwined couple. The rest of the women had come out from the cloak, relief etched on all of their faces.
“I’m afraid I must. When father calls, he expects obedience.” Ava told her.
“Well, then may you return to us safely.” Liz said while reaching out to embrace Ava. Ava turned out of Kyle’s arms and embraced Liz. The connection was instant and the flash over took Liz like a thousand daggers digging into her brain. She cried out and slumped in the pain. The vision came in fast flashes and Liz tried to concentrate on what was unfolding before her. She could see a great cavern, but like nowhere she had ever seen. Then she could see a great throne, and an altar and Ava was bound to it. Kyle came into view and was clashing swords with a tall blue haired man. “Stop father” Liz heard Ava scream just as Posiedon drove his sword under Kyle’s armor to the open spot below his breast plate, dealing him a mortal wound. Kyle fell to the floor dead and Ava screamed trying to break free. Then a man with an evil laugh came up behind her and wrapped a strong pair of arms around her, while pressing a knife to her throat. She could feel the terror and the sharp blade of the knife. The last thing she heard was the owner of the evil laugh whisper into her ear “You are mine.”
Liz blinked her eyes and looked up into the expectant faces of her friends. She had fainted under the weight of the vision.
“Liz, what happened?” asked Ava, concern written across her face.
“You must not return to Poseidon.”
TBC ...
Katie
Part 26
The marching came to a halt, stirring Liz from her sleep. She looked up at Max, and found him starring off into the distance. She followed his gaze and the sight took her breath away. The Crystal City lie just head of them, and the sun was just cresting the horizon. The first few streaks of light caught the city and the countless precious gems that adorned the buildings bathed the valley in twinkling lights. Liz just sat there in awe of this amazing sight. She heard a small snort and could see Michael nudging Maria to wake up to see this. The very appreciative wow that was heard was the proper response to the dazzling picture before them.
Max nudged Liz and she looked up at him.
“I have to lead a battle, darling, so I cannot have you in my lap much longer.” He slightly teased.
“Yes Max, I understand.” She sighed. She loved being in his arms, but knew that she had no place on the battle field. She moved to slide off the horse when she felt a pair of strong hands come around her waist. She looked into the kind eyes of Alexander, waiting to help her down. She quickly looked up at Max, who lowered his head and kissed her sweetly. Then, Alexander plucked her off the horse and set her down on her feet. Maria and Ava quickly followed. Isabel walked over with her horse’s reigns in hand and waved for the women to follow her. “Stay safe my love.” Liz heard Max say before he turned his mount and Michael let out a battle cry. Liz, Maria, and Ava quickly followed Isabel out of harms way for their safety was peace of mind for their beloved warriors.
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The army charged down the mountain side, barreling towards the city like an ocean wave about the crest the shore. Max, Michael, Kyle and Alex led the charge, with banners waving and trumpets sounding. Their steeds were running at full force and the men were right on their tails. Just before he would have given his horse that one last spur to finish the charge, Max looked out in front of him and what lay before him was not at all what he had expected.
There on 3 horses, were 2 men and a woman, carrying a white flag, the flag of Antar and the Flag of Khivar. Max reined his horse quickly, as did Michael, Alex and Kyle. The officers of the army saw the halt and yelled for the men to do the same. This was easier said than done as the crashing of armor could be heard through out the ranks as men crashed head long into other men.
The bearer of the white flag approached first. The rider bowed to Max and stepped aside. The bearer of the flag of Khivar approached next. Unseen in his other hand was a torch which he brought up to the flag’s bottom and lit it on fire. Then he flung the flag to the ground. The woman who bore the flag of Antar approached Max and flanked his horse.
“My liege,” was all she said as she presented the flag to Max. The rider turned back and joined her other riders. Max sat on his horse rather stunned. Either they had just given him their loyalty with out a fight, or it was a trap. He looked to Alex, who seemed just as bewildered as he was. Alex shrugged his shoulders and nodded to Max. Max understood Alex’s unspoken reply of ‘what do we have to lose. If it is a trap, we out number them 3-1 and if it is real, then we have gained greatly while losing little.’ Max turned his horse and raised his hand, waving the flag for all the men to see.
“The battle is won!” Max’s booming voice yelled across the valley. The men, still slightly stunned from the sudden halt stood motionless for a few moments, until Michael let out a triumphant cry, which the men quickly joined. Max turned to Kyle. “Please fetch the women. I believe it is safe for them to return to us.” Kyle quickly nodded and turned his horse towards the rear of the army.
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Liz, Maria, Ava and Isabel were huddled under Isabel’s magic cloak. Isabel’s horse was nearby, but not too close, so as not to give away their hiding place.
“This thing is neat,” Maria commented, “But what it gains in enchantment it lacks in roominess.”
“Hush you,” Isabel hissed, “Do you want us to be caught?” She turned her head back to looking out the cloak. The interesting part about this cloak was the ability for you to see out of it, but for none to see in. Isabel’s rather frigid answer did not sit well with Maria.
“Well, If that is the kind of attitude you are going to take…” she started but was cut off when Ava’s hand came over her mouth. Maria’s eyes widened at the sound of the approaching hooves. Isabel drew a sword just in case.
“Isabel come out, I know you are here. Your horse Victoria has already greeted me.” Kyle called to them. Ava dove out from the cloak first and right into Kyle’s arms.
“You are safe my love.” she cried as she wrapped her arms more tightly around him. She was squeezing so tight he feared she would crack a rib.
“Yes sweetheart, I am safe, as are the others. The Scillians surrendered without a fight.” Kyle could hear the relived sighs of the other women. “Aren’t you glad my love? My love?” Kyle looked down at Ava and her eyes were open but they were blank. She was transfixed in an open stare over Kyle’s head, but nothing seemed to draw his attention. Kyle shook her and for what seemed like an eternity, Ava didn’t respond.
Finally that spark that Kyle loved returned to her eyes and she shook her head. She looked up into Kyle’s concerned face. “That was my father, Poseidon is calling all of his children home.” she told him. Kyle slightly untensed, but that meant that Ava would be leaving him.
“Must you go?” Liz asked from behind the entwined couple. The rest of the women had come out from the cloak, relief etched on all of their faces.
“I’m afraid I must. When father calls, he expects obedience.” Ava told her.
“Well, then may you return to us safely.” Liz said while reaching out to embrace Ava. Ava turned out of Kyle’s arms and embraced Liz. The connection was instant and the flash over took Liz like a thousand daggers digging into her brain. She cried out and slumped in the pain. The vision came in fast flashes and Liz tried to concentrate on what was unfolding before her. She could see a great cavern, but like nowhere she had ever seen. Then she could see a great throne, and an altar and Ava was bound to it. Kyle came into view and was clashing swords with a tall blue haired man. “Stop father” Liz heard Ava scream just as Posiedon drove his sword under Kyle’s armor to the open spot below his breast plate, dealing him a mortal wound. Kyle fell to the floor dead and Ava screamed trying to break free. Then a man with an evil laugh came up behind her and wrapped a strong pair of arms around her, while pressing a knife to her throat. She could feel the terror and the sharp blade of the knife. The last thing she heard was the owner of the evil laugh whisper into her ear “You are mine.”
Liz blinked her eyes and looked up into the expectant faces of her friends. She had fainted under the weight of the vision.
“Liz, what happened?” asked Ava, concern written across her face.
“You must not return to Poseidon.”
TBC ...
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Part 27
Max kept one eye on the ridge top, watching for Kyle to return with the women. He had felt Liz’s fear, and hoped it was only from the shock of Kyle. He would have rode off to find her himself, but he was in the midst of important diplomatic relations. He saw Kyle’s horse come over the hill with Ava and Liz in the saddle. Isabel and Maria rode up next to them.
“Go to her. She needs you.” Max heard the woman say. Max looked at her perplexed. How did she know? “I am a seer. Now go.” she answered. Max didn’t need to be told twice. He turned his mount and kicked it into a gallop. He was at her side in moments and plucked her out of the saddle and into his arms.
“Are you all right? I felt your fear.” he whispered into her hair while nuzzling her neck and holding tightly to her.
“I am fine my love, but I have had a vision and we have much to discuss.” was all she said. She didn’t want to tell him about it until she had fully digested what it meant. They rode to meet the group. Kyle had quickly mounted his horse behind Ava so he wouldn’t be left in the dust.
“King Zandros, please introduce us to your female counter parts.” the woman garbed in entirely white instructed him.
“Yes Lady Serena. May I introduce my sister, Princess Vilondra Isabel, Lady Ava, daughter of Poseidon, Lady Maria, and my future bride and keeper of my heart, Lady Elizabeth.” Liz blushed from head to toe and Max planted a sweet kiss on the top of her head.
“I can see that. I am Lady Serena, seer and prophetess of Hera. This is General Pierce, previous commander of the Khivarian army who now pledges his loyalty to Zandros and Governor Gordon of the Crystal City. We wish to welcome you to our humble town.” Lady Serena told them in greeting. “If you will follow us, we have already made accommodations for you and your parties. I fear we do not have enough space to house the entire army, but they are free to move about the town as they please.”
“Thank you Lady Serena. Your hospitality is most generous.” Max thanked her. He was still wondering if this had been a good idea. Lady Serena had informed him that she had foreseen his arrival and instructed the leaders of the town to ally with Zandros. Max hoped he had made the right decision and he planned on talking with Alex just as soon as he first talked with Liz.
They were led into the town with great fan fair. Michael had collected Maria off Isabel’s horse and held a tight arm around her middle. His possessiveness was quite comical. If any man dared look in Maria’s direction, Michael’s scowl would scare the boots off of them. Lady Serena and Governor Gordon escorted the king and his party into the Governor’s palace.
“We hope that our humble accommodations will suit you for the evening your majesty.” the governor told him. They all filed into the grand foyer and were awestruck with the grandeur of the palace. The entire room was covered in white marble and the ceiling had diamond and sapphire chandeliers. The carpets were of the same deep blue and made the entire place look more regal than any king’s palace.
“Anywhere is better than a tent in the hills Governor. Thank you for your hospitality. It is deeply appreciated.” Max thanked him.
“Splendid. Once you have rested and refreshed yourselves it would please us if you would join us in a feast in your honor in the grand dinning room.” the Governor told them. “Now, allow Serena to direct you to your rooms.”
“Follow me” was all she said as they turned down a similarly grand hallway. “Your majesty, yours and Lady Elizabeth’s room is the first door on your left. General Rathos and Lady Maria are across the hall to the right. Lord Kyle and Lady Ava will be staying in the second room to the right and Lord Alexandros and Princess Vilondra will occupy the second room on the left.” As she said each of the instructions, the couples entered their rooms. This left only Isabel and Alex left in the hall.
“I must protest Lady Serena, there must be some mistake. I cannot spend the night in the same room as Alex.” Isabel informed her.
“There has been no mistake. I have seen your coming and prepared the rooms accordingly.” Serena told her. With that, Serena spun heel and turned towards the grand foyer. Isabel looked at Alex and he just shrugged his shoulders.
“After you.” he said as he opened the door. Isabel put her nose up in the air and huffed on her way through the door.
“This is not seemly, and I am sure Max will not approve.” came her rather rude rebuke.
“We shall see.” was all Alex said.
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Max quickly closed the door behind him and gathered an unsuspecting Liz into his arms.
“Now, what was the matter?” he asked her while slowly caressing her arms and back.
“I had a vision.” she told him. She had to get out of his embrace, because whenever he came near her she could scarcely form a coherent sentence. She unfolded herself from his arms and went to the bed in the center of the room. She patted the spot next to her, indicating him to sit next to her. Max walked over, but chose to lean on the large bed posts.
“What was this vision about?” he asked, prompting her to tell the tale. He could tell it made her uncomfortable, but he had to know.
“I saw Kyle’s death and it was at Poseidon’s hand. I also heard a sinister voice claiming me as his.” Liz told him. Max shook his head.
“Liz, I’m afraid I don’t understand.” he told her.
“I wonder if I can show you.” Liz asked him.
“Show me?” he was still confused.
“When we saw those visions of each other and you said you could feel my distress. I wonder if we are connected somehow.” now her mind was at work. Her eyes came alive with the thoughts floating through her mind. This was a side of her Max had never seen and it made him realize for all the love he had for Liz, he didn’t know all there was to know about her. This scientific side of her was a real turn on. He reached out to touch her.
“That’s it!” she yelled. Max recoiled in slight shock.
“What’s it?” he asked. Liz was already moving towards him, and she reached out and placed her hands on either side of his face.
“Place your hands on my face just like I have mine on yours.” Max did as he was instructed. “Now, I’m not quite sure how this is going to work, but try and focus on our connection.” Liz closed her eyes and so did Max and he tried to focus on her.
“Is it working?” he asked.
“I think you have to give it longer than a second to work Max. Just breath deeply and relax.” she told him in a melodic voice. He felt his whole body relax at the tone and speed of her voice and instantly he was in. Images started flashing before him. Images of him through Liz’s eyes, colored with love and devotion and desire. He felt her tenderness towards him and his breath was taken away by the sheer depth of her feelings for him. Then he felt her consciousness brushing against his, trying to draw his attention. He followed her and found himself watching the vision Liz had had from her perspective. He saw Ava and the deadly sword battle between Kyle and Poseidon and then felt the cold steel like it was pressed against his own neck. Then he heard the menacing voice, a voice he had only heard once, right before the owner was about to kill him as a child. Max screamed and broke the connection.
“Did you see it?” Liz asked. The fear was visible on her face and his.
“Yes, I saw it, and your assailant was Khivar. I would know that voice anywhere.” Max said a full body shudder coming over him. That voice had haunted him and Isabel’s nightmares as children until Artemis had entered their dreams one night and changed the dream to a happy one. They never had the dream again, but Max would always remember that emotionless voice that had stolen so much from him.
Max quickly gathered Liz up in his arms and kissed her. “I will never allow him to have you. He will have to kill me first, and even then he will still not touch you.” he vowed. Liz’s sharp inhale at the mention of Max’s death did not go unnoticed. Max brought her face to look up into his. “Liz, look at me. Nothing is going to happen to me. We will win this war and live happily ever after. I love you more than anything on this earth, and nothing will keep us apart.” he told her with a sense of certainty in his voice. Max slowly lowered his lips and captured Liz’s as a small tear slipped down her cheek. Liz feared for Max’s life and this vision did not help to convince her of his safety in the future.
The kiss slowly blossomed from a kiss of reassurance to a kiss of need. Max’s arms pulled Liz closer as Liz arms came up and wrapped around his neck. Max turned Liz and lowered her to the bed. Within minutes their clothing was gone and the need to prove their love and momentary safety was overwhelming. Max parted her legs and in one strong thrust was buried deep inside her. Liz was just as eager as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. Their frenzied love making had them quickly reaching the edge as they climaxed together and flew to the stars. Max collapsed onto Liz’s chest, gasping for air. He rolled off her and gathered her up in his arms and pulled the covers over them. They both fell into a contented sleep, and a similar scene was unfolding in the other rooms, well all except Alex and Isabel’s. She had locked herself in the powder room and Alex had fallen asleep by himself on the bed waiting for her to come out.
TBC…..
PS. Seems like the sleeping arrangements will make for a rather interesting plot twist. Wonder what will happen next, cause I still don’t know. Maybe our fav goddess will make another cameo. Who knows?
Max kept one eye on the ridge top, watching for Kyle to return with the women. He had felt Liz’s fear, and hoped it was only from the shock of Kyle. He would have rode off to find her himself, but he was in the midst of important diplomatic relations. He saw Kyle’s horse come over the hill with Ava and Liz in the saddle. Isabel and Maria rode up next to them.
“Go to her. She needs you.” Max heard the woman say. Max looked at her perplexed. How did she know? “I am a seer. Now go.” she answered. Max didn’t need to be told twice. He turned his mount and kicked it into a gallop. He was at her side in moments and plucked her out of the saddle and into his arms.
“Are you all right? I felt your fear.” he whispered into her hair while nuzzling her neck and holding tightly to her.
“I am fine my love, but I have had a vision and we have much to discuss.” was all she said. She didn’t want to tell him about it until she had fully digested what it meant. They rode to meet the group. Kyle had quickly mounted his horse behind Ava so he wouldn’t be left in the dust.
“King Zandros, please introduce us to your female counter parts.” the woman garbed in entirely white instructed him.
“Yes Lady Serena. May I introduce my sister, Princess Vilondra Isabel, Lady Ava, daughter of Poseidon, Lady Maria, and my future bride and keeper of my heart, Lady Elizabeth.” Liz blushed from head to toe and Max planted a sweet kiss on the top of her head.
“I can see that. I am Lady Serena, seer and prophetess of Hera. This is General Pierce, previous commander of the Khivarian army who now pledges his loyalty to Zandros and Governor Gordon of the Crystal City. We wish to welcome you to our humble town.” Lady Serena told them in greeting. “If you will follow us, we have already made accommodations for you and your parties. I fear we do not have enough space to house the entire army, but they are free to move about the town as they please.”
“Thank you Lady Serena. Your hospitality is most generous.” Max thanked her. He was still wondering if this had been a good idea. Lady Serena had informed him that she had foreseen his arrival and instructed the leaders of the town to ally with Zandros. Max hoped he had made the right decision and he planned on talking with Alex just as soon as he first talked with Liz.
They were led into the town with great fan fair. Michael had collected Maria off Isabel’s horse and held a tight arm around her middle. His possessiveness was quite comical. If any man dared look in Maria’s direction, Michael’s scowl would scare the boots off of them. Lady Serena and Governor Gordon escorted the king and his party into the Governor’s palace.
“We hope that our humble accommodations will suit you for the evening your majesty.” the governor told him. They all filed into the grand foyer and were awestruck with the grandeur of the palace. The entire room was covered in white marble and the ceiling had diamond and sapphire chandeliers. The carpets were of the same deep blue and made the entire place look more regal than any king’s palace.
“Anywhere is better than a tent in the hills Governor. Thank you for your hospitality. It is deeply appreciated.” Max thanked him.
“Splendid. Once you have rested and refreshed yourselves it would please us if you would join us in a feast in your honor in the grand dinning room.” the Governor told them. “Now, allow Serena to direct you to your rooms.”
“Follow me” was all she said as they turned down a similarly grand hallway. “Your majesty, yours and Lady Elizabeth’s room is the first door on your left. General Rathos and Lady Maria are across the hall to the right. Lord Kyle and Lady Ava will be staying in the second room to the right and Lord Alexandros and Princess Vilondra will occupy the second room on the left.” As she said each of the instructions, the couples entered their rooms. This left only Isabel and Alex left in the hall.
“I must protest Lady Serena, there must be some mistake. I cannot spend the night in the same room as Alex.” Isabel informed her.
“There has been no mistake. I have seen your coming and prepared the rooms accordingly.” Serena told her. With that, Serena spun heel and turned towards the grand foyer. Isabel looked at Alex and he just shrugged his shoulders.
“After you.” he said as he opened the door. Isabel put her nose up in the air and huffed on her way through the door.
“This is not seemly, and I am sure Max will not approve.” came her rather rude rebuke.
“We shall see.” was all Alex said.
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Max quickly closed the door behind him and gathered an unsuspecting Liz into his arms.
“Now, what was the matter?” he asked her while slowly caressing her arms and back.
“I had a vision.” she told him. She had to get out of his embrace, because whenever he came near her she could scarcely form a coherent sentence. She unfolded herself from his arms and went to the bed in the center of the room. She patted the spot next to her, indicating him to sit next to her. Max walked over, but chose to lean on the large bed posts.
“What was this vision about?” he asked, prompting her to tell the tale. He could tell it made her uncomfortable, but he had to know.
“I saw Kyle’s death and it was at Poseidon’s hand. I also heard a sinister voice claiming me as his.” Liz told him. Max shook his head.
“Liz, I’m afraid I don’t understand.” he told her.
“I wonder if I can show you.” Liz asked him.
“Show me?” he was still confused.
“When we saw those visions of each other and you said you could feel my distress. I wonder if we are connected somehow.” now her mind was at work. Her eyes came alive with the thoughts floating through her mind. This was a side of her Max had never seen and it made him realize for all the love he had for Liz, he didn’t know all there was to know about her. This scientific side of her was a real turn on. He reached out to touch her.
“That’s it!” she yelled. Max recoiled in slight shock.
“What’s it?” he asked. Liz was already moving towards him, and she reached out and placed her hands on either side of his face.
“Place your hands on my face just like I have mine on yours.” Max did as he was instructed. “Now, I’m not quite sure how this is going to work, but try and focus on our connection.” Liz closed her eyes and so did Max and he tried to focus on her.
“Is it working?” he asked.
“I think you have to give it longer than a second to work Max. Just breath deeply and relax.” she told him in a melodic voice. He felt his whole body relax at the tone and speed of her voice and instantly he was in. Images started flashing before him. Images of him through Liz’s eyes, colored with love and devotion and desire. He felt her tenderness towards him and his breath was taken away by the sheer depth of her feelings for him. Then he felt her consciousness brushing against his, trying to draw his attention. He followed her and found himself watching the vision Liz had had from her perspective. He saw Ava and the deadly sword battle between Kyle and Poseidon and then felt the cold steel like it was pressed against his own neck. Then he heard the menacing voice, a voice he had only heard once, right before the owner was about to kill him as a child. Max screamed and broke the connection.
“Did you see it?” Liz asked. The fear was visible on her face and his.
“Yes, I saw it, and your assailant was Khivar. I would know that voice anywhere.” Max said a full body shudder coming over him. That voice had haunted him and Isabel’s nightmares as children until Artemis had entered their dreams one night and changed the dream to a happy one. They never had the dream again, but Max would always remember that emotionless voice that had stolen so much from him.
Max quickly gathered Liz up in his arms and kissed her. “I will never allow him to have you. He will have to kill me first, and even then he will still not touch you.” he vowed. Liz’s sharp inhale at the mention of Max’s death did not go unnoticed. Max brought her face to look up into his. “Liz, look at me. Nothing is going to happen to me. We will win this war and live happily ever after. I love you more than anything on this earth, and nothing will keep us apart.” he told her with a sense of certainty in his voice. Max slowly lowered his lips and captured Liz’s as a small tear slipped down her cheek. Liz feared for Max’s life and this vision did not help to convince her of his safety in the future.
The kiss slowly blossomed from a kiss of reassurance to a kiss of need. Max’s arms pulled Liz closer as Liz arms came up and wrapped around his neck. Max turned Liz and lowered her to the bed. Within minutes their clothing was gone and the need to prove their love and momentary safety was overwhelming. Max parted her legs and in one strong thrust was buried deep inside her. Liz was just as eager as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. Their frenzied love making had them quickly reaching the edge as they climaxed together and flew to the stars. Max collapsed onto Liz’s chest, gasping for air. He rolled off her and gathered her up in his arms and pulled the covers over them. They both fell into a contented sleep, and a similar scene was unfolding in the other rooms, well all except Alex and Isabel’s. She had locked herself in the powder room and Alex had fallen asleep by himself on the bed waiting for her to come out.
TBC…..
PS. Seems like the sleeping arrangements will make for a rather interesting plot twist. Wonder what will happen next, cause I still don’t know. Maybe our fav goddess will make another cameo. Who knows?
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Part 28
Max and Liz were the last ones to enter the dinning room and the entire room stood. Every eye was on them as the descended the stairs and walked through the crowd to the main banquet table and seated themselves at the head seats. As they sat, the rest of the room sat. Isabel was seated at his left side with Michael on her left and Maria on his. Alex sat on the right of Liz with Kyle and Ava next to him. The nearest table sat Lady Serena, Governor Gordon and General Pierce with several other military personnel and a stern looking woman seated on his right. Governor Gordon stood and turned to the large assembly of people.
“Thank you all for coming so soon. I am pleased to introduce you to our rightful king, his majesty King Zandros Maxwell, son of King Phillip and Queen Diane.” Governor Gordon said and was interrupted when the crowd stood and broke into thunderous applause. “I would also like to present Lady Elizabeth, future queen of Antar.” ending with another roaring applause. “Princess Vilondra Isabel, General Rathos Michael, Alexander the Cunning, Lord Kyle, Lady Ava and Lady Maria.” the crowd’s applause filled the hall as each of the other members of the royal party were introduced.
Liz blushed at her introduction. She couldn’t believe that she had been introduced as the future queen, and they had all cheered for her. She knew Max’s convictions to marry her were unwavering, but she worried that his people would not accept her. After her reception by this group, she prayed to the gods that the rest of the people would be this accepting.
The rest of the meal was rather uneventful. They ate a huge several course meal with suckling pigs and pheasants and breads and cheeses and a sweet strawberry wine. Then dessert was a cakes and pies and more wine and a minstrel entertained the crowd. He sang of the battles won by the great Zandros and his champion of Ares and of an invisible princess who shunned all men. Alex’s ears perked up at the mention of an invisible princess. His thoughts turned to the riddle that Aphrodite had given him to figure out, and although he had some parts of it, like Isabel being the invisible princess and that she had to confess something, but it was still unclear to him. He repeated the riddle in his head.
Invisible Princesses
Do not make good brides
Confession is the only way
To get inside
Love must slip past
Her colored lips
Vow be broken
Curse undone in lovers kiss
Aphrodite’s words were like a softly spoken chant. He turned his attention back to the minstrel.
“And a maiden with hair the shines like pale gold, made a vow to be loveless until her days grew cold. But do not despair, for her heart can be won. A man of strong will and sharp mind is the One. He seeks for an answer to a riddle like joke. When the vow is undone, the curse will be broke. Look into your heart and you’ll find the answer there. Then you can win the love of the princess so fair.” the minstrel sang then looked right at Alex and winked. Alex could not believe his eyes or his ears. Had the minstrel just spoken about the riddle? Did he just wink at him? Alex looked around the room and no one seemed to be paying attention. They were all caught up in their own conversations, even Isabel. He looked at the minstrel again, and found him bowing and leaving the room. Everyone stood up and clapped for him, but Alex was sure that the last part had been meant for him. He desperately needed to speak to Isabel. His mind was spinning with the answer to the riddle. Isabel had made a vow against love, and it was his job to undo the damage that she had done.
No one saw the minstrel exit to the rear of the castle or the minstrel’s cloths fade off.
“Did I do well mother?” Cupid asked. The goddess appeared in the shadows of the garden.
“Yes my son, quite well.” was all she said. Cupid disappeared in a small flap of his wings and Aphrodite faded back into the shadows. She had much to do tonight and little time to get it done in. Poseidon’s bargain with Khivar changed the entire playing field of the war, and her son and his king must be warned.
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“I need to speak with Governor Gordon, love. I will only be a minute.” he said as he kissed her forehead in and endearing fashion and then caught up with the governor. He planned to ask the governor about the crown and jewelry he wished to have made for Liz. Liz was patiently waiting for Max when she heard a deep voice softly call her name. She turned around and found herself looking at the imposing form on General Pierce.
“Lady Elizabeth, daughter of General Parkerous. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.” he said in a very cool tone. The hair on Liz’s neck prickled.
“As is yours, General Pierce.” she replied politely.
“I am glad to hear you have moved on so quickly after your father’s untimely death, Elizabeth, honoring him with bedding the leader of the rebellious group who killed him. You’ve even pushed Lady Ava out of her betrothal to Zandros and made yourself the prospective queen, bravo. I’m glad your father is not here to see this display.” he said in an icy tone, full of hate and malice, while giving off a pose of ease and comfort.
“You are too bold sir.” was all she could muster. She was taken aback by his comments and insulted by what he was insinuating.
“Excuse me your ladyship. I mean no disrespect, other than to remind you of your true heritage and your expected loyalty to the current and true king, Khivar.” he told her.
“I could never be loyal to a man who killed Zandros’s father and kidnapped his mother.” she rebuked him vehemently.
“And yet you would be loyal to man who killed your own father.” He hissed. Max approached them and General Pierce’s face softened. “Hello your majesty. I would like to congratulate you on your choice of bride. She is most intriguing and a wonderful conversationalist. You have made a wise choice.” he said smoothly. Max’s face lit up in a smile as he wrapped a protective arm around Liz’s waist. He had felt her anger prickle and wondered what could have caused it. It seemed that she and the general were getting along swimmingly.
“Thank you General Pierce. I believe I have made a wise choice too.” he looked down at Liz but all he saw was the top of her dark head. She felt rigid to Max, and he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Well, I believe that it is far past time to retire for the evening. I bid you goodnight, General Pierce.” Pierce just bowed and walked toward the grand stair case. Liz and Max had planned to talk to everyone in the group about her vision and they moved toward the rest. Liz quickly looked back and found Pierce staring at her with hatred in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at Max.
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Max and Liz had told them of the vision and everyone, especially Ava and Kyle looked worried. Ava kept trying to tell the group that her father would never do such a thing, but when faced with the reality that Liz may be right about the vision, Ava gave in to the news and resigned herself to believe Liz. They all promised to be on their guard until they could come up with a plan to keep this premonition becoming a reality. No one, especially Liz and Ava were not to be alone. They also told Ava that she was to ignore her father’s summons, and while it would be very hard for her, she would do her best to be strong and ignore the call. Ava hated to hurt her father, but right now he could not be trusted.
They decided to adjourn for the evening and try and get some rest. Isabel tried to catch Max as he and Liz went upstairs, but she just wasn’t fast enough as Max swiftly closed the door in her face. Max had an agenda and it involved making love to Liz and then figuring out what had been bothering her. Isabel stared at the door for a long minute, not being able to believe that Max had actually just shut the door in her face. She was so shocked that she didn’t even see Alex come up behind her.
“You and I need to talk.” was all he said as he grabbed her by the arm and drug her to their room.
“No Alex, we are not sharing a room. This is not right. You can’t do this…” she was cut off as the door closed soundly behind her and she was spun around and sat down on the bed. She folded her arms and turned her face away from him, turning on her ice queen persona.
“Oh no you don’t.” Alex told her. “You will not get out of this conversation that easily, Isabel. I have something very important I want to talk to you about and I’m going to ask you a few questions. I expect the truth. You owe me that much.” Isabel stared at him in confusion. She could see that he was certainly upset about something, but why he would be mad at her she had no idea.
“I have reason to believe that you are the reason nothing has happened between us. Is that true Isabel?” he questioned her.
“What are you talking about, Alex? I don’t know what you mean.” she looked at him even more confused.
“Oh, I think you do. I have been plagued with thoughts of you for sometime now Isabel, and every time I try to act on them, I lose the ability to speak. I know that this is not of my causing, and I’m wondering if you might help me understand. What sort of a vow did you make?” he asked. Isabel stared at him in disbelief. How did he know about her vow?
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” she lied.
“Fine. If you won’t tell me then I’ll tell you the riddle that Aphrodite told me. Then we’ll see just how much you know about it.
Invisible Princesses
Do not make good brides
Confession is the only way
To get inside
Love must slip past
Her colored lips
Vow be broken
Curse undone in lovers kiss”
“Now, mind explaining that one to me?” Alex asked her. Isabel could not believe her ears. Her vow not to let love interfere with her life had brought a curse down upon all men who vied for her attention. Most men had given up easily and she had just accepted that love was not for her. She had developed the ice queen image and she used it to guard her heart. Alex had not been so easily derailed though. He had been relentless in his pursuits and now he had even figured out what was going on.
“What was your vow Isabel?” Alex questioned. He could see the wheels turning in her mind as the reality of the situation dawned on her and she began to understand what he meant.
“Alex, I’m so sorry.” she sobbed. She placed her face in her hands and began to cry in earnest. She was a horrible person to do this to a wonderful man like Alex and he must hate her. Alex sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. He stroked her hair and whispered for her to hush. “It’s ok Isabel, I’m here.” he spoke softly into her hair.
“Alex, I’m so sorry. I made a vow not to love anyone. I didn’t want anyone like Ava lording over me someday, so I vowed years ago to not allow myself to love. I’m sorry I caused you all this pain Alex. You must hate me.” her sobs had quieted some, but she was still crying softly.
“Isabel, I could never hate you. I loovv, I loovv, I looo… Oh drat, I still can’t talk.” he mumbled. Isabel looked up into his eyes. She didn’t need to hear the words, because she could see the love in his eyes.
“You love me?” she questioned. Her tear filled eyes looked deeply into his. She begged the gods that he could love her, even after all the horrible things she had done to him.
“I always have.” was all he said. He had figured out that unless Isabel told him that she loved him, that he would not be able to express his feelings, so he had to choose his words carefully. “Do you loovv, loovv, loovv… argh.” He groaned.
“I’m afraid to say it Alex. I have scorned love for so long. I don’t know if I’m ready.” Isabel told him honestly.
“I can wait Isabel. I have been waiting for a long time.” he told her as he kissed her forehead. “Why don’t you lie down and get some sleep. You have had a long day. I’ll go find myself a blanket for the floor.” Alex said moving off the bed. Isabel reached out to him.
“No Alex, don’t leave me. Please, just hold me while I sleep. I need you.” She begged. All of her hopes and fears were hanging right out there in her plea for him. He came back to her and kissed her lips with a quick but tender kiss.
“Alright Isabel, I will sleep next to you. I will never leave your side.” he said as he pulled back the covers and she moved her legs under the sheets. Alex moved to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. He pulled her close to him and she rested her head on his chest. A fountain of blonde hair cascaded over the pillows and beside his face just as her intoxicating scent enveloped him. Her lush body felt amazing pressed against his, but he would be a gentleman and just hold her in her sleep as she requested. Nothing could make him go back on his word; even if his need for her was so great it almost killed him. Alex tried to get comfortable and slowly drifted off to sleep
“I love you Alex.” Isabel whispered in her sleep, and a satisfied deity left the room in a puff of white smoke and a smile on her lips as the curse was finally lifted, even if the cursed did not yet know it.
TBC….
Max and Liz were the last ones to enter the dinning room and the entire room stood. Every eye was on them as the descended the stairs and walked through the crowd to the main banquet table and seated themselves at the head seats. As they sat, the rest of the room sat. Isabel was seated at his left side with Michael on her left and Maria on his. Alex sat on the right of Liz with Kyle and Ava next to him. The nearest table sat Lady Serena, Governor Gordon and General Pierce with several other military personnel and a stern looking woman seated on his right. Governor Gordon stood and turned to the large assembly of people.
“Thank you all for coming so soon. I am pleased to introduce you to our rightful king, his majesty King Zandros Maxwell, son of King Phillip and Queen Diane.” Governor Gordon said and was interrupted when the crowd stood and broke into thunderous applause. “I would also like to present Lady Elizabeth, future queen of Antar.” ending with another roaring applause. “Princess Vilondra Isabel, General Rathos Michael, Alexander the Cunning, Lord Kyle, Lady Ava and Lady Maria.” the crowd’s applause filled the hall as each of the other members of the royal party were introduced.
Liz blushed at her introduction. She couldn’t believe that she had been introduced as the future queen, and they had all cheered for her. She knew Max’s convictions to marry her were unwavering, but she worried that his people would not accept her. After her reception by this group, she prayed to the gods that the rest of the people would be this accepting.
The rest of the meal was rather uneventful. They ate a huge several course meal with suckling pigs and pheasants and breads and cheeses and a sweet strawberry wine. Then dessert was a cakes and pies and more wine and a minstrel entertained the crowd. He sang of the battles won by the great Zandros and his champion of Ares and of an invisible princess who shunned all men. Alex’s ears perked up at the mention of an invisible princess. His thoughts turned to the riddle that Aphrodite had given him to figure out, and although he had some parts of it, like Isabel being the invisible princess and that she had to confess something, but it was still unclear to him. He repeated the riddle in his head.
Invisible Princesses
Do not make good brides
Confession is the only way
To get inside
Love must slip past
Her colored lips
Vow be broken
Curse undone in lovers kiss
Aphrodite’s words were like a softly spoken chant. He turned his attention back to the minstrel.
“And a maiden with hair the shines like pale gold, made a vow to be loveless until her days grew cold. But do not despair, for her heart can be won. A man of strong will and sharp mind is the One. He seeks for an answer to a riddle like joke. When the vow is undone, the curse will be broke. Look into your heart and you’ll find the answer there. Then you can win the love of the princess so fair.” the minstrel sang then looked right at Alex and winked. Alex could not believe his eyes or his ears. Had the minstrel just spoken about the riddle? Did he just wink at him? Alex looked around the room and no one seemed to be paying attention. They were all caught up in their own conversations, even Isabel. He looked at the minstrel again, and found him bowing and leaving the room. Everyone stood up and clapped for him, but Alex was sure that the last part had been meant for him. He desperately needed to speak to Isabel. His mind was spinning with the answer to the riddle. Isabel had made a vow against love, and it was his job to undo the damage that she had done.
No one saw the minstrel exit to the rear of the castle or the minstrel’s cloths fade off.
“Did I do well mother?” Cupid asked. The goddess appeared in the shadows of the garden.
“Yes my son, quite well.” was all she said. Cupid disappeared in a small flap of his wings and Aphrodite faded back into the shadows. She had much to do tonight and little time to get it done in. Poseidon’s bargain with Khivar changed the entire playing field of the war, and her son and his king must be warned.
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“I need to speak with Governor Gordon, love. I will only be a minute.” he said as he kissed her forehead in and endearing fashion and then caught up with the governor. He planned to ask the governor about the crown and jewelry he wished to have made for Liz. Liz was patiently waiting for Max when she heard a deep voice softly call her name. She turned around and found herself looking at the imposing form on General Pierce.
“Lady Elizabeth, daughter of General Parkerous. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.” he said in a very cool tone. The hair on Liz’s neck prickled.
“As is yours, General Pierce.” she replied politely.
“I am glad to hear you have moved on so quickly after your father’s untimely death, Elizabeth, honoring him with bedding the leader of the rebellious group who killed him. You’ve even pushed Lady Ava out of her betrothal to Zandros and made yourself the prospective queen, bravo. I’m glad your father is not here to see this display.” he said in an icy tone, full of hate and malice, while giving off a pose of ease and comfort.
“You are too bold sir.” was all she could muster. She was taken aback by his comments and insulted by what he was insinuating.
“Excuse me your ladyship. I mean no disrespect, other than to remind you of your true heritage and your expected loyalty to the current and true king, Khivar.” he told her.
“I could never be loyal to a man who killed Zandros’s father and kidnapped his mother.” she rebuked him vehemently.
“And yet you would be loyal to man who killed your own father.” He hissed. Max approached them and General Pierce’s face softened. “Hello your majesty. I would like to congratulate you on your choice of bride. She is most intriguing and a wonderful conversationalist. You have made a wise choice.” he said smoothly. Max’s face lit up in a smile as he wrapped a protective arm around Liz’s waist. He had felt her anger prickle and wondered what could have caused it. It seemed that she and the general were getting along swimmingly.
“Thank you General Pierce. I believe I have made a wise choice too.” he looked down at Liz but all he saw was the top of her dark head. She felt rigid to Max, and he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Well, I believe that it is far past time to retire for the evening. I bid you goodnight, General Pierce.” Pierce just bowed and walked toward the grand stair case. Liz and Max had planned to talk to everyone in the group about her vision and they moved toward the rest. Liz quickly looked back and found Pierce staring at her with hatred in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at Max.
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Max and Liz had told them of the vision and everyone, especially Ava and Kyle looked worried. Ava kept trying to tell the group that her father would never do such a thing, but when faced with the reality that Liz may be right about the vision, Ava gave in to the news and resigned herself to believe Liz. They all promised to be on their guard until they could come up with a plan to keep this premonition becoming a reality. No one, especially Liz and Ava were not to be alone. They also told Ava that she was to ignore her father’s summons, and while it would be very hard for her, she would do her best to be strong and ignore the call. Ava hated to hurt her father, but right now he could not be trusted.
They decided to adjourn for the evening and try and get some rest. Isabel tried to catch Max as he and Liz went upstairs, but she just wasn’t fast enough as Max swiftly closed the door in her face. Max had an agenda and it involved making love to Liz and then figuring out what had been bothering her. Isabel stared at the door for a long minute, not being able to believe that Max had actually just shut the door in her face. She was so shocked that she didn’t even see Alex come up behind her.
“You and I need to talk.” was all he said as he grabbed her by the arm and drug her to their room.
“No Alex, we are not sharing a room. This is not right. You can’t do this…” she was cut off as the door closed soundly behind her and she was spun around and sat down on the bed. She folded her arms and turned her face away from him, turning on her ice queen persona.
“Oh no you don’t.” Alex told her. “You will not get out of this conversation that easily, Isabel. I have something very important I want to talk to you about and I’m going to ask you a few questions. I expect the truth. You owe me that much.” Isabel stared at him in confusion. She could see that he was certainly upset about something, but why he would be mad at her she had no idea.
“I have reason to believe that you are the reason nothing has happened between us. Is that true Isabel?” he questioned her.
“What are you talking about, Alex? I don’t know what you mean.” she looked at him even more confused.
“Oh, I think you do. I have been plagued with thoughts of you for sometime now Isabel, and every time I try to act on them, I lose the ability to speak. I know that this is not of my causing, and I’m wondering if you might help me understand. What sort of a vow did you make?” he asked. Isabel stared at him in disbelief. How did he know about her vow?
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” she lied.
“Fine. If you won’t tell me then I’ll tell you the riddle that Aphrodite told me. Then we’ll see just how much you know about it.
Invisible Princesses
Do not make good brides
Confession is the only way
To get inside
Love must slip past
Her colored lips
Vow be broken
Curse undone in lovers kiss”
“Now, mind explaining that one to me?” Alex asked her. Isabel could not believe her ears. Her vow not to let love interfere with her life had brought a curse down upon all men who vied for her attention. Most men had given up easily and she had just accepted that love was not for her. She had developed the ice queen image and she used it to guard her heart. Alex had not been so easily derailed though. He had been relentless in his pursuits and now he had even figured out what was going on.
“What was your vow Isabel?” Alex questioned. He could see the wheels turning in her mind as the reality of the situation dawned on her and she began to understand what he meant.
“Alex, I’m so sorry.” she sobbed. She placed her face in her hands and began to cry in earnest. She was a horrible person to do this to a wonderful man like Alex and he must hate her. Alex sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. He stroked her hair and whispered for her to hush. “It’s ok Isabel, I’m here.” he spoke softly into her hair.
“Alex, I’m so sorry. I made a vow not to love anyone. I didn’t want anyone like Ava lording over me someday, so I vowed years ago to not allow myself to love. I’m sorry I caused you all this pain Alex. You must hate me.” her sobs had quieted some, but she was still crying softly.
“Isabel, I could never hate you. I loovv, I loovv, I looo… Oh drat, I still can’t talk.” he mumbled. Isabel looked up into his eyes. She didn’t need to hear the words, because she could see the love in his eyes.
“You love me?” she questioned. Her tear filled eyes looked deeply into his. She begged the gods that he could love her, even after all the horrible things she had done to him.
“I always have.” was all he said. He had figured out that unless Isabel told him that she loved him, that he would not be able to express his feelings, so he had to choose his words carefully. “Do you loovv, loovv, loovv… argh.” He groaned.
“I’m afraid to say it Alex. I have scorned love for so long. I don’t know if I’m ready.” Isabel told him honestly.
“I can wait Isabel. I have been waiting for a long time.” he told her as he kissed her forehead. “Why don’t you lie down and get some sleep. You have had a long day. I’ll go find myself a blanket for the floor.” Alex said moving off the bed. Isabel reached out to him.
“No Alex, don’t leave me. Please, just hold me while I sleep. I need you.” She begged. All of her hopes and fears were hanging right out there in her plea for him. He came back to her and kissed her lips with a quick but tender kiss.
“Alright Isabel, I will sleep next to you. I will never leave your side.” he said as he pulled back the covers and she moved her legs under the sheets. Alex moved to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. He pulled her close to him and she rested her head on his chest. A fountain of blonde hair cascaded over the pillows and beside his face just as her intoxicating scent enveloped him. Her lush body felt amazing pressed against his, but he would be a gentleman and just hold her in her sleep as she requested. Nothing could make him go back on his word; even if his need for her was so great it almost killed him. Alex tried to get comfortable and slowly drifted off to sleep
“I love you Alex.” Isabel whispered in her sleep, and a satisfied deity left the room in a puff of white smoke and a smile on her lips as the curse was finally lifted, even if the cursed did not yet know it.
TBC….
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BDjamilah
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Hey, I'm back and not soon enough. I know, I'm a bad poster, but school starting up made my ability to write fly ring out the window. I hope this part is ok. If not, let me know. I'll do better in the future.
Part 29
“Liz, what’s wrong?” Max asked as he closed the door. Liz was turned away from him, her whole body a posture of tension. She was folded in on herself and distant. “Liz, baby, what is the matter?” he asked as he walked towards her. He put a hand on her shoulder and she shrugged him off. She turned around and he was stunned to find tears in her eyes.
“You, that’s what’s wrong.” was all she said. Max was stunned. Max couldn’t understand where this coming from.
“Liz, please talk to me. What have I done?” he moved in front of her and placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. He was nearly knocked over with the pain and uncertainty in them.
“You killed my father. You made me forget all about what a horrible person you are and you made me forget the difference between right and wrong.” Liz was sobbing. All the hurt came flooding back to her. She didn’t want to love him, but she couldn’t help it. He was like breathing, she couldn’t live without it. “You made me love you with all my heart when I should hate you. I’m so confused. General Pierce was right, I am a horrible daughter.” she mumbled, but Max heard her.
“I’m so sorry darling. You know I would take it back a million times over if I could. Had I known he was your father, I would never have had Michael kill him.” Max said, wrapping her up in his arms. He started to tear up, feeling the weight of the pain he had caused her.
“He speaks the truth you know,” came a sweet breathy voice from the middle of their bed. Both heads turned to find Aphrodite calmly sprawled across their bed. “He would take it back if he could, Liz. His regret is real and his love is pure.”
“But my father…” Liz questioned.
“Your father approves.” Aphrodite told her.
“You’ve seen my father?”
“Yes, and he wanted me to tell you how happy he is that you found your soul mate. He forgives Zandros and Rathos for his death and understands how it fits into the divine plan. He also wanted me to tell Zandros how sorry he is for taking his father. He and your father have made amends on the Allegan Fields and are quite happy for you two. Your mother is there also, and sends her love.”
Liz was crying freely now at the mention of her father and mother, but they were tears of happiness. They had made it to paradise and were happy for her. “I wish I could see them, to tell them how much I miss them.” she told Aphrodite.
“I think I can arrange that. Come closer Liz, I have something to show you.” Aphrodite pulled out a small bottle and a bronze bowl from her cloak. She poured the contents of the bottle into the bowl and waved her hand over the liquid. Liz had moved to the bed and was sitting in front of Aphrodite. Max had followed, still a little out of the conversation, but curiosity was getting the better of him. “Look” was all she said as she pointed to the clearing liquid.
Liz looked down into the bowl and saw a green field and people in white togas walking and playing. Then she saw a group of 3 people. There stood her father with his arm around her mother and a fair haired man with Max’s features standing beside them. They were all smiling and glowing.
“Hello Lizzie,” her father said.
“Daddy.” she said with the tears audible in her voice.
“Oh Elizabeth, I’m so happy for you.” her mother beamed.
“Thank you mommy. I miss you.” she told them.
“We miss you too sweet heart, but you don’t need to worry about us anymore.” her father told her. “And we want to congratulate you on finding love. King Phillip has assured me numerous times what a wonderful son-in-law King Zandros will make. I don’t want you to worry any more. I have forgiven Zandros and so should you.
“Yes daddy. I will.” she told him.
“Yes, and tell that son of mine to take good care of you. I’ll be watching.” King Phillip’s rich male voice rang into the conversation.
“Father?” Max asked. He hadn’t heard that voice in so long, and the memory of his father was so distant. He could barley remember what he looked like.
“Come look Zandros,” Aphrodite told him. Max moved closer next to Liz and looked down on the people in the water.
“Hello son.” King Phillip said.
“Hello father,” Max said with a strained voice. How he wished he had been given the chance to really know his father. He had not wanted for love from the gods and Apollo, but he had never known his true parents.
“Congratulations are in order. I see you have chosen a wonderful woman to be the next queen of Antar and you are well on your way to reclaiming the throne and the family honor. I’m proud of you son.” King Phillip told him.
“Thank you father.” was all Max could say. He was in awe of how well and happy his father looked. There stood Liz’s parents, smiling at him. “I apologize General…” Max started.
“No need son, all is forgiven.” Liz’s father told him. “Take care of my little girl.”
“I will sir, I love her very much.” Max told him. He meant it too. If anything was sure in his life, it was his love for Liz.
“They must go now. I cannot hold the portal open much longer.” Aphrodite told them.
“We love you Lizzie,” her parents’ voices rang out.
“I love you too.” she called back.
“I love you son. The road ahead will be difficult, but I have faith in you son. Tell your sister I’m awed by the beautiful woman she has become and rescue your mother. Tell her I miss her and love her. Good bye son.” King Phillip called out to Max.
“I love you too father.” he told him as the liquid clouded over and the connection was gone. Liz collapsed into Max’s arms, crying over her parents and how much she missed them. Max’s own eyes were glazed with tears. He had finally talked to his father, all these years and his father had told him he loved him. His heart was swelling with joy over his praise and Liz’s parents’ acceptance. This was the last great obstacle between them and Liz’s father put all their worries to rest.
“I’m sorry Max. I’m sorry I said all those things. I really do love you.” Liz said looking up into his eyes. All her worries disappeared when she found nothing but love reflecting in his eyes. Max didn’t say anything. He just swooped down and kissed her. Liz sighed with relief and melted into his kiss.
“Ahem,” came the sound of Aphrodite clearing her throat. Max and Liz broke apart. “As much as I like to see lovers like you 2, I do have some other things we need to discuss.” she told them. Max and Liz blushed.
“Now, Liz, I know all about your vision and you were right to trust it because Apollo is using you as a vehicle to warn Zandros and his followers. General Pierce is not to be…” Aphrodite started when a loud knock came from the door. Max got up and opened the door. Lady Serena briskly entered the door.
“General Pierce is rallying troops loyal to Khivar and is planning a surprise attack.” she announced.
“I was getting to that.” Aphrodite told her. Serena hadn’t even looked around the room to notice that more than 2 people occupied it.
“Ah, Aphrodite. I had a feeling you were around. I know how intertwined you are with these mortals.” Serena commented.
“So, as I was saying, Pierce can’t be trusted. He hates you and is loyal to Khivar.” Aphrodite finished.
“We have to get Michael.” Max said as his pushed out the door.
“You don’t want to do that.” Aphrodite warned him and Max quickly walked into Michael and Maria’s room without knocking. His haste was rewarded with a very unwelcome sight. “Oh, gods! Sorry!” Max yelled as he retreated from the room. Maria’s shrill scream of shock still ringing in his ears. “Now I know how Isabel felt.” he commented to himself.
Max could hear Michael grumbling as he stalked towards the door. The door flew open and there stood a very upset Michael. “This had better be important Zandros.” he growled. A towel was the only covering he could find and his hair was messy and sweaty.
Max was having trouble making eye contact. “Umm, yes, it is. Pierce is trying to rally troops for an attack. You had better get dressed.” was all he could say in his severe state of embarrassment.
“Oh Zeus!” Michael exclaimed. “I’ll be ready in a moment.” The door closed in Max’s face and he turned around to find Liz, Serena and Aphrodite all standing there smiling at him.
“He’s so cute when he blushes.” Aphrodite giggled and the other women followed suit. Max just shook his head and proceeded to knock on the next 2 doors and inform the occupants of the situation, after they had come to the door and opened it for him.
TBC...
Katie
Part 29
“Liz, what’s wrong?” Max asked as he closed the door. Liz was turned away from him, her whole body a posture of tension. She was folded in on herself and distant. “Liz, baby, what is the matter?” he asked as he walked towards her. He put a hand on her shoulder and she shrugged him off. She turned around and he was stunned to find tears in her eyes.
“You, that’s what’s wrong.” was all she said. Max was stunned. Max couldn’t understand where this coming from.
“Liz, please talk to me. What have I done?” he moved in front of her and placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. He was nearly knocked over with the pain and uncertainty in them.
“You killed my father. You made me forget all about what a horrible person you are and you made me forget the difference between right and wrong.” Liz was sobbing. All the hurt came flooding back to her. She didn’t want to love him, but she couldn’t help it. He was like breathing, she couldn’t live without it. “You made me love you with all my heart when I should hate you. I’m so confused. General Pierce was right, I am a horrible daughter.” she mumbled, but Max heard her.
“I’m so sorry darling. You know I would take it back a million times over if I could. Had I known he was your father, I would never have had Michael kill him.” Max said, wrapping her up in his arms. He started to tear up, feeling the weight of the pain he had caused her.
“He speaks the truth you know,” came a sweet breathy voice from the middle of their bed. Both heads turned to find Aphrodite calmly sprawled across their bed. “He would take it back if he could, Liz. His regret is real and his love is pure.”
“But my father…” Liz questioned.
“Your father approves.” Aphrodite told her.
“You’ve seen my father?”
“Yes, and he wanted me to tell you how happy he is that you found your soul mate. He forgives Zandros and Rathos for his death and understands how it fits into the divine plan. He also wanted me to tell Zandros how sorry he is for taking his father. He and your father have made amends on the Allegan Fields and are quite happy for you two. Your mother is there also, and sends her love.”
Liz was crying freely now at the mention of her father and mother, but they were tears of happiness. They had made it to paradise and were happy for her. “I wish I could see them, to tell them how much I miss them.” she told Aphrodite.
“I think I can arrange that. Come closer Liz, I have something to show you.” Aphrodite pulled out a small bottle and a bronze bowl from her cloak. She poured the contents of the bottle into the bowl and waved her hand over the liquid. Liz had moved to the bed and was sitting in front of Aphrodite. Max had followed, still a little out of the conversation, but curiosity was getting the better of him. “Look” was all she said as she pointed to the clearing liquid.
Liz looked down into the bowl and saw a green field and people in white togas walking and playing. Then she saw a group of 3 people. There stood her father with his arm around her mother and a fair haired man with Max’s features standing beside them. They were all smiling and glowing.
“Hello Lizzie,” her father said.
“Daddy.” she said with the tears audible in her voice.
“Oh Elizabeth, I’m so happy for you.” her mother beamed.
“Thank you mommy. I miss you.” she told them.
“We miss you too sweet heart, but you don’t need to worry about us anymore.” her father told her. “And we want to congratulate you on finding love. King Phillip has assured me numerous times what a wonderful son-in-law King Zandros will make. I don’t want you to worry any more. I have forgiven Zandros and so should you.
“Yes daddy. I will.” she told him.
“Yes, and tell that son of mine to take good care of you. I’ll be watching.” King Phillip’s rich male voice rang into the conversation.
“Father?” Max asked. He hadn’t heard that voice in so long, and the memory of his father was so distant. He could barley remember what he looked like.
“Come look Zandros,” Aphrodite told him. Max moved closer next to Liz and looked down on the people in the water.
“Hello son.” King Phillip said.
“Hello father,” Max said with a strained voice. How he wished he had been given the chance to really know his father. He had not wanted for love from the gods and Apollo, but he had never known his true parents.
“Congratulations are in order. I see you have chosen a wonderful woman to be the next queen of Antar and you are well on your way to reclaiming the throne and the family honor. I’m proud of you son.” King Phillip told him.
“Thank you father.” was all Max could say. He was in awe of how well and happy his father looked. There stood Liz’s parents, smiling at him. “I apologize General…” Max started.
“No need son, all is forgiven.” Liz’s father told him. “Take care of my little girl.”
“I will sir, I love her very much.” Max told him. He meant it too. If anything was sure in his life, it was his love for Liz.
“They must go now. I cannot hold the portal open much longer.” Aphrodite told them.
“We love you Lizzie,” her parents’ voices rang out.
“I love you too.” she called back.
“I love you son. The road ahead will be difficult, but I have faith in you son. Tell your sister I’m awed by the beautiful woman she has become and rescue your mother. Tell her I miss her and love her. Good bye son.” King Phillip called out to Max.
“I love you too father.” he told him as the liquid clouded over and the connection was gone. Liz collapsed into Max’s arms, crying over her parents and how much she missed them. Max’s own eyes were glazed with tears. He had finally talked to his father, all these years and his father had told him he loved him. His heart was swelling with joy over his praise and Liz’s parents’ acceptance. This was the last great obstacle between them and Liz’s father put all their worries to rest.
“I’m sorry Max. I’m sorry I said all those things. I really do love you.” Liz said looking up into his eyes. All her worries disappeared when she found nothing but love reflecting in his eyes. Max didn’t say anything. He just swooped down and kissed her. Liz sighed with relief and melted into his kiss.
“Ahem,” came the sound of Aphrodite clearing her throat. Max and Liz broke apart. “As much as I like to see lovers like you 2, I do have some other things we need to discuss.” she told them. Max and Liz blushed.
“Now, Liz, I know all about your vision and you were right to trust it because Apollo is using you as a vehicle to warn Zandros and his followers. General Pierce is not to be…” Aphrodite started when a loud knock came from the door. Max got up and opened the door. Lady Serena briskly entered the door.
“General Pierce is rallying troops loyal to Khivar and is planning a surprise attack.” she announced.
“I was getting to that.” Aphrodite told her. Serena hadn’t even looked around the room to notice that more than 2 people occupied it.
“Ah, Aphrodite. I had a feeling you were around. I know how intertwined you are with these mortals.” Serena commented.
“So, as I was saying, Pierce can’t be trusted. He hates you and is loyal to Khivar.” Aphrodite finished.
“We have to get Michael.” Max said as his pushed out the door.
“You don’t want to do that.” Aphrodite warned him and Max quickly walked into Michael and Maria’s room without knocking. His haste was rewarded with a very unwelcome sight. “Oh, gods! Sorry!” Max yelled as he retreated from the room. Maria’s shrill scream of shock still ringing in his ears. “Now I know how Isabel felt.” he commented to himself.
Max could hear Michael grumbling as he stalked towards the door. The door flew open and there stood a very upset Michael. “This had better be important Zandros.” he growled. A towel was the only covering he could find and his hair was messy and sweaty.
Max was having trouble making eye contact. “Umm, yes, it is. Pierce is trying to rally troops for an attack. You had better get dressed.” was all he could say in his severe state of embarrassment.
“Oh Zeus!” Michael exclaimed. “I’ll be ready in a moment.” The door closed in Max’s face and he turned around to find Liz, Serena and Aphrodite all standing there smiling at him.
“He’s so cute when he blushes.” Aphrodite giggled and the other women followed suit. Max just shook his head and proceeded to knock on the next 2 doors and inform the occupants of the situation, after they had come to the door and opened it for him.
TBC...
Katie
Go Team Zanaholics Anonymous!!!!!!!
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
Strawberry Shortcake 17
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
Strawberry Shortcake 17