02 Wrath of Flames

by Jr H. Lee Morgan

  Kanade wasn’t home the moment Ethan finally got a good look at her. Blue hair laid in a wild mess. Bloodshot gold eyes faintly glowed blue and her body was cleaned as if done by a pressure washer. She didn’t smell of soap or shampoo, but her cinnamon fragrance only he could detect was about as overpowering as her arousal. Never had her arousal been so pungent it nearly gagged. And it wasn’t just from the padded room. Her body produced copious amounts. So much that her mind was pushed aside for raw physical need.

  It was heartbreaking to see her like this and he was the only person in the universe who could return her sanity.

  A powerful thrust from below made her gasp and whimper before she ran her fingernails down his chest in a purr. Her nails broke the skin and his own growl came through as he didn’t bother with pleasing her as he would have any other time. She needed only something he could give. And she wasn’t her usual sensual seductress who wanted love. This side wanted semen. His semen.

  In minutes he roared as his seed spilled deeply within. As soon as she went on lockdown she bent low and sunk her teeth in his shoulder and he returned it on her collarbone. Coppery warmth was sweet nectar as he sipped.

  Within minutes of the quick joining she fell asleep with her legs wrapped around him. He didn’t. Ethan lay there holding her tight and listened to her heart wrenching mewling in sleep. So many times she whimpered and hugged him tighter and kept her head below his chin. Only his heartbeat seemed a balm. He could not hold back the tears to not only have gotten her back in his arms, but also at how much she too had suffered. His mind connected with hers, sending soothing thoughts. Her sleep was wrought with pain, but over many hours while her body got it’s fix, he began to see dreams rather than primal mating instinct which had made her lose who she was.

  Chapter 14

  Kanade groaned loudly and felt terrible, but one feeling in particular felt good. She felt her lower lips comfortably holding onto something it liked and didn’t want to let go. Slowly her eyes cracked and widened when it heard the best sound in existence. “Hey.”

  Not the most intelligent greeting Ethan ever used, but the heartfelt emotion in those three letters were unmistakable.

  “Darlin’…” Her shaking fingers touched his face like a blind man. “Am I dreamin’? Can this be real?”

  “I’m home, Angel. I’m finally home.” He thought into her mind.

  Dainty hands came up to cover her mouth to stifle a cry. Too bad her eyes had other ideas and ran like rivers. “My Love!” She hugged him tightly as possible. Boulders would have crumbled, but to him it felt wonderful. Especially breasts pressing tightly in his chest. Ethan’s own arms spun around even her wings to hold her tight, trying to become one body so they would never separate again.

  They cried into each other for a long time. Then a lot of kissing.

  “How are you doing, Angel?” He asked sincerely, wiping her cheeks with a thumb and hair out of her eyes.

  “I have you back. That is all that matters.” She choked and looked into slit red eyes full of concern. “Um, where are we?”

  “What do you remember?” He gently asked while rubbing her thighs and sitting up.

  “Darlin’, right now I want to have you fuck me. Save the Q&A after. I’m still feelin’ not exactly normal. I’ll talk when I’m not thinkin’ of the cock getting harder in my channel.” She smiled, but wasn’t lying. A haunted ghost of an expression took hold. One animalistic session wasn’t nearly enough. It just brought her back from the brink of insanity.

  And right now she needed intimacy, not to relive malice so soon.

  In answer, lavender flames burned the entire floor as he got to his feet and pressed her against the wall. Kanade was already moaning as he kissed her neck softly, tenderly and the inferno vortex inside her channel made her quiver. One rough thumb kneaded her breasts till the nipples were hard as diamond and she arched herself to have him kiss and gently bite them the way she remembered. “Yes!” she gasped as her ankles locked around his narrow hips and his supple tail bound them like rope. Her wings folded around and beneath his leathery wings while his wrapped all the way around her. Then he began to thrust and she matched him mind numbing shock for shock. Their lovemaking had the walls shake and the wall behind the padding could be heard cracking from each gentle blow. Gentle to them at least. Her peak was rising and her nails scratched his back like razors. “Mine.” She growled low in her throat.

  He slammed to the hilt hard enough to make her gasp and watch he eyes roll into the back of her head. “Mine.” He growled from deep in his chest. She barely managed a nod and bound her mind to his to share the rising experience.

  Her explosion had her scream out loud and bite down on his neck as he hammered into her relentlessly. Bloody lips met his and her tongue darted to combat his as she experienced the bliss of having him back. It broke as his roar of triumph shook the entire castle again, but was due to his growing power. Wards were less effective now. He bit down on her neck and she moaned as the momentary pain turned to exquisite pleasure that can only be dreamed so long as it was intimate.

  As she was coming down from her own highs, she kissed him relentlessly. Rubbing her scent till their scents blended. Biting his chest all over to mark him for all the females to see he belonged to her and her alone. He felt no pain at all. Just pride she was coming back to normal.

  Eventually she stopped licking his wounds and said though new tears “Darlin’, I’ve missed you sooo fuckin’ much.”

  He ran his fingers down her lower back and loved how her wings shuddered and moaned. “And all I thought of was coming back to the woman I love.” He kissed her small, adorable nose and smile softly. “I hate to break the moment, but what do you remember?”

  She leaned back and chose her words carefully. “After your abduction, Floa and the team were with me in goin’ all over the world tryin’ to find you. I even did the spell I used on Panther, used on myself, to lead me to my love. After five days I got irritable over the oddest things and knew my matin’ instincts were takin’ over. Morgane tried your spare blood to help, but it didn’t do anythin’ except make things worse. My last memory was a week and a half after you were taken from me… a few days ago when I threw a vase at Floa and then nothin’. I don’t remember anythin’ else.”

  “Kanade, I’ve been gone almost two months.”

  Kanade went still. “Two months?”

  “I broke out today. Sheedan is dead at least. I came as soon as I could.”

  Her eyes looked deep into his. “Darlin’, your hidin’ things from me in your mind. Are you afraid I’ll not understand torture? Let me in.”

  “I’m afraid you’ll hate me when you discover something I found out?”

  “Does it have anythin’ to do with the Demon Energy I tasted? Or the amulet around your neck I can’t figure out.” She swallow hesitantly and bit her lip.

  “You’ve figured out I have demon ancestry? When?” This time he was surprised.

  She looked down at her blood soaked breasts. “After your wings came out… It was faint, but I’m very sensitive to Demon Energy more than most in my clan. Even Mother. It is what made me an excellent Spirit Guide. But now…” She licked her bloodied lips. “it’s stronger. Your blood. I’ve suspected it, but never said anythin’. It’s never happened before you know… Demon and Spirit Energy blendin’. Demons do not have a soul and Spirit Energy will either destroy Demon or be destroyed. Even the weak Demon Energy I taste in your blood should have been destroyed, but it’s blendin’. It can’t be possible, but it is. Somehow you are both Demon and Spirit. If others knew what I do, you’ll be killed out of racial fear on sight. Demons feed on Spirit Energy, but your case likely allows your Demon side to feed off your own soul without repercussions. I figured it is why your fist glows purple rather than blue or red. Caster and Shaman. Am I right to assume that amulet has combined Order and Chaos… and you did it?” He nodded. “Shit!” She laid her head down in his chest and lightly beat against hi
m. Without lifting her head she said “No one can know. No one. Not Mother, Daddy. Not anyone. If they knew, they would put you away for eternity or kill you. Most likely the latter.” She met his gaze and had never been more serious. “Ethan, tell no one. Whatever you do… I’m your angel and will love you if you were a real Demon aligned to Order like Reevy’s cheetah Shifter teammate or Geri and Freki. But if those that fight to keep the two energies apart learned you have both, they will send countless armies to pursue and kill you.”

  “Who do you mean by ‘those’?” he asked with hesitation.

  “Fate, the Spirit King, Death, Life, Calamity and all the Spirit World realm administrators. The transcendent beings will kill you if discovered. They have no tolerance and will see you as an abomination. And who knows what the Fire King, Queen of Ice, and Chaos’ bein’s will do. You could be the final straw on the camel’s back that could restart a celestial war you do not realize exists that could destroy the very universe we know.”

  “Chaos knows.” He revealed and a look of horror the likes he’d never seen gripped her. If her pussy wasn’t still on lockdown she would have tried running as far away as she could. “It’s why I was kidnapped. General Zandri of the Ice Dragons was the one who stole me from you. Sheedan was trying to break me and almost did, but you get me through. I overheard Zandri tell Sheedan to not break me, but to make it so I could be controlled for her queen.” He emphasized. “And I have a protector from some other powerful Demon sent to protect me. The queen could be the Queen of Ice. And I hate to assume, but if she wants me used for a weapon to take control of Demon World it wouldn’t be a stretch, but logically the Fire King or one of his minion lords sent a Balam to watch over and protect me. Tokala and the Balam are the ones who freed me so I could fry Sheedan’s lair.”

  Kanade trembled and his touch didn’t help. “Darlin’… please tell me that Panther isn’t General Panther. The Balam’s leader.”

  “Sorry, Mistress Kanade.” Purred from outside. All that could be seen from Panther was the back of his unarmored silky shoulder as he leaned against the wall. “All you need to know is Ethan is my master and you are my mistress. If you learned anything about me, you know I serve and protect from any threat, be they friend or foe. Since you do not wish my young master’s heritage revealed, I will entrust you wish my secret. Master promised to tell no one else, but both of your deductions are correct. Until Master transcends mortal limits, he is in grave danger. He is a hybrid that will change everything. I will protect from the shadows if you protect him from the light, Mistress.”

  “No no, no… This can’t be happenin’.” She denied again and again. “Panther… is… is it the… prophecy? Is Ethan the one?” She whispered almost inaudibly as if they were being eavesdropped on.

  “He is. Speak freely. I’ve destroyed all recording devices just as you discovered when you spoke of his blending of energies. Light is still blind. I need you to keep it that way.”

  “Hold on a damn minute! What prophecy? What the hell are you two going on about?” he asked as he stood and slid out now that her inner muscles unclenched.

  “I will let the mistress tell it. I’m forbidden.”

  “I’m not your fuckin’ mistress!” Kanade snapped in anger.

  Panther remained cool tempered as he said “Ethan is my master. As his bride, you are my mistress. Any children born will be protected faithfully by my children and their children and so on. Mistress, I’m forbidden to speak of it, as are all faithful Demons. Look to the master’s temples and see the proof of yourself. You are my mistress… now and forever.” He said with finality.

  Barely a flicker of demonic energies came from nearby as Panther assumed his cat form and left. At this range only they could have sensed it.

  “Give me a minute, Darlin’” Kanade said as Ethan turned back to her, looking green around the gills with the back of her hand on her forehead. Her cheeks puffed and she ran through the hole in the wall like a wrecking ball and found a nearby waste bin that survived their lovemaking and she retched mostly bile. She felt warm hands gather her hair up and out of the way as she heaved. Her mind blocked him so he waited patiently. She sat down with a distant, vacant look against the wall as he moved to a nearby sink and filled bucket and used a rag to clean her up. She didn’t react at all as he sponge bathed her and brushed her hair tangled in knots. He even fixed her feathers till they were immaculate again. Shards of glass and pieces of stone were extracted from her hair as he used his fingers to brush the knots out.

  He cleaned up as well and sat silently for over an hour trying to understand the exchange between the Balam and Enchantress. He was afraid, mostly because Kanade had never been so distant. But he worried how she would feel.

  So he gently let his power go and linked his mind to hers. She had calmed down and thought “Darlin’, I’m so sorry for doin’ it.”

  “You’re leaving me aren’t you?” he thought with utter resignation and heartbreak.

  Kanade’s yes snapped lucidly to his. “Never think that!” she mentally was pissed. “I do not care what you turn into. You are mine now and for all eternity! I’ll love you as long as you are good, kind and Just. I’m your angel and we don’t have divorce. The only way we’ll be separated is if our souls are destroyed. You still have a vibrant soul. That will never change.” She crawled unto his lap and became as small as she could and held onto him for dear life. “What I meant was I’m scared to lose you if it is true. We must use only our minds for what I have to say, but first… let me see your temples.”

  She leaned back and with shaking fingers brushed back his hair that covered them so as to help herself relax and not go back to the vacant void she left him alone in. She couldn’t do it. Her own fears and the tremors in her fingers couldn’t get close. Then she saw the long tail come up from behind to pull the red mane back and do it for her.

  Clear as the sun stuck out an ivory white bone. It was dome shaped, but there as proof. It made her sigh not in relief, but for a cruel reality she had to keep from everyone. “It’s true. It’s all true.”

  “Take your time.” He pushed gently while not making any sound that can be overheard.

  “Darlin’, it isn’t easy to explain or say. I thought it was all just a story. If Fate had known what I do, he would have had me shove you directly in Nothin’ness instead of givin’ a second chance.” He swallowed dryly. “This goes back billions of years, but before Order sprung from Chaos they were ONE all powerful energy. No one but the most ancient beings know what occurred to cause the split, but it also created the material universe from the void. On the first day of the universe the oldest beings, Time for Order and End for Chaos, spoke a prophecy that one day both Chaos and Order will be challenged by one born on the material world that can reunite the energies…” She looked away. “and end them if so chosen.”

  “End them as in…”

  “Yes.” She said in the privacy of telepathy. “When the Spirit King learned this he created Fate to keep it from happenin’ with any and all species be they denizen or soul. It was thought Thor to be the only hybrid. Fate’s touch, however light, has the power to not allow blendin’ of the species. It is why you’ve seen there aren’t any Ogre-Pixie half breeds or Nymph-Gargoyle or Human-Nagai… aside for Thor as I said. Not even Demons can crate blended offsprin’. It’s either goin’ to side with the mother or father. Only evolution makes any changes.”

  “So my very existence undermines the very laws Fate rules with?”

  “Precisely, but it is worse. I’ve heard stories that anyone suspected of havin’ both energies are irrevocably destroyed by the strongest in Spirit World. We cannot stay here anymore. You and I must leave this world and go somewhere else. I’ll not watch you die if it is found. The Spirit King won’t bother askin’ you questions or get to know you, he’ll send assassins… and armies if you put up a decent fight. He won’t care. Death will not separate your soul from your body. If you die a mortal death, she won’t let your
soul survive. It will be as if you never existed. Yes, Death is a she. Spirit King though will see you as a threat. Nothin’ more.”

  “Where would we run?”

  “To your ancestral father if possible.” She touched the smooth horn. “If he sent General Panther to protect you and not kidnap you, means he wants you to be more than a weapon. I do not know what his plans are or if they’re benevolent or malevolent, but Panther is his top assassin and guard who has never failed his duty in over six billion years.”

  Ethan’s eyes bugged at the astronomical number. “We’ll go back to that later. You said ‘ancestral father’ like you know who he is.”

  “Remember the tapestry you were so curious about in Spirit World that hung in Fate’s crystal palace?” He drew a momentary blank till his eyes flew wider than Panther’s age. “Yes, him.” She was serious and shook with the willies.

  “Fire king? As in THE Fire King. As in Zagan.”

  “Only the Fire King can control General Panther. No other being can control a single Balam in all of…”

  A powerful presence infiltrated both their minds. It shredded their privacy like Fate, but didn’t take away or search anything, but it wasn’t happy. “You called me by my name, Boy. Who told you it?” Zagan the Fire King of Demon World growled.

  “Oh shit.” Kanade thought.

  “Calm yourself, My Sweet.” His mental voice gruffly held them in place and seemed to delight in controlling them. “I have no quarrel, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m not well known for patience and I always get what I want. Tell me, who gave you my true name? NOW!”

  “Valande!” Ethan gasped holding Kanade like a life raft and she was in the same boat as they shook naked and alone in the hallway.

  “Ah, that mouthy pain in the ass. No matter. Well, it is as you’ve finally and correctly concluded for once. I am the progenitor, the origin of the original line which produced Ethan Volorum. I am he who is responsible for his very existence. And Armid thought he could kill my last descendant.”