The Theron Residency (Brides of Theron Book 4)

by Anthony Lorino, Rebecca

  He tested her readiness with the tip of his cock. She rose to meet him halfway. He was already nearly mad with desire. He pushed into her a little harder than he first intended and her eyes went wide. He liked to see her surprised, even if it was just for a second. She fell into a rhythm with him. “Ahh…yes! yes!” she screamed and he pressed into her harder and harder.

  With each thrust, she seemed to glow brighter. Was this what Iain Moor was talking about? Is this what she could do that would make him live forever? He wouldn’t mind living forever if it meant that he could spend the entirety of it buried between her thighs. She was glowing bright white now with fine droplets of sweat beading on the tops of her breasts and on her face. He was at his limit now, just waiting for her to tell him to let go. “Now! Cum with me Ceran. Cum with me now!” she screamed. He let it all go at once, collapsing on top of her heaving chest. Her breaths were coming quick and the glow cast from her skin was slowly beginning to fade.

  He rolled off of her and lay on his back hip to hip with her breathing heavily. “Can it get any better than this? Because, woman, you’re going to kill me if it does.” She laughed and it was music to his ears.

  “That was awesome!” She turned to him and put her head on his chest. “I’m spent. It has been a long day and I’m sure I’m going to sleep well, now.” She traced her fingers along the lines carved into his muscular chest. She tilted her head to look up at him. Her eyelids were heavy and the shadows beneath them were dark.

  He kissed the top of her head and said, “Much has happened today. No one deserves sleep like you do. Go ahead and close your eyes.” She fell asleep in his arms, the slow rhythmic breathing starting to overtake the rapid breaths of the exertion from making love. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t long before he slipped out of the bed carefully, covering her with the woven blanket on the bed.

  After showering, he dressed looked around the room for a communications panel. He needed to find a way to contact the Eternity and speak to Zirlo. He checked the bedroom one more time to find her deeply asleep in the bed. After scribbling a note telling her where he had gone, he left their quarters on a mission to find the command deck.

  Chapter 31

  She was in a fog surrounded with the smell of peat smoke and heather with an underlying scent of baby soap and sour milk. The sound of a toothless mouth smacking on a tiny fist just over her chest. The feeling of dampness soaking through her shirt. A whine and whimper caused her breasts to harden to the consistency of rocks, and an urgent pain surged through them. When she opened her eyes, she looked down to find the downy, white blond hair on the tiny head of the baby strapped to her chest.

  She had to be dreaming, but this felt real. She wasn’t really sure, but it was possible that she was dreaming of the future. The baby looked up and her large eyes were a swirling combination of two shades of blue with many metallic golden streaks running through them. Each shade of blue came from the baby’s parents, her and Ceran. The tiny fist flew from the baby’s mouth as it reached out for its mother. She extended her finger and the baby clasped it tightly. “Are you hungry?” she said instinctually. The baby wailed now. She looked around her for a place to sit. Behind her was a castle and to the left of that was a loch. She was in Scotland. This was Dunvegan. She walked over to the knot garden of boxwood and sat in the grass.

  The baby started smacking, knowing it would be fed soon. She unstrapped the baby from her chest and realized the baby’s name. It was Leanora. The baby was a girl. She pulled up her shirt and freed her breast just as the baby hungrily clamped on. The milk let down and she felt instant relief of her milk letting down. The ground was a bit damp where she sat, but one could expect that in the Isle of Skye. She looked around the garden to see various types of rhododendrons in pinks, fuchsia, and white. It was a beautiful day with a clear blue sky dusted with several high clouds.

  In the middle of the baby’s second breast, she could hear the sounds of a child’s laughter. She looked behind her to find a young, red-headed child with her arms filled with dolls. A woman was chasing behind her. The baby was fast asleep in her arms now and she propped the baby over her shoulder and lightly patted her back while straightening her shirt over her chest. The little girl sat several feet away from her and dropped her four dolls on the ground in front of her.

  “Well, who are you?” Laura asked her.

  “You have a baby?” She answered.

  “I do. Her name is Leanora and my name is Laura. What’s yours?”

  “My name is Aurora, and this is Emberwi, Windy, Terwa, and Furn.” She raised each doll as she said their names. She realized just who this child was and looked into the familiar eyes of her baby’s namesake.

  “Aurora, I hope you aren’t bothering the lady.” The woman looked to Laura and smiled, “I hope she isn’t disturbing you. You have a beautiful baby.”

  “Oh, she is not disturbing us at all. I am Laura and this is Leanora.” She continued to pat the baby’s back waiting for her to burp. “Aurora is a beautiful name for a beautiful child. What made you call her that?”

  “She was born on a night that the Aurora Borealis lit the night sky. It seemed to be the perfect name for her.” She looked down at her lovingly and brushed her long hair over her shoulder as she played. “I’m Caitriona. It is nice to meet you. You sound like you are from America. What brings you to Dunvegan?”

  “Are you kidding? This has to be the most beautiful place I have ever visited.”

  “There are some fairy pools in the area that you must see then,” Caitriona said.

  “Burrrrp…” the baby was startled by the loud sound of her own making and opened her eyes.

  Caitriona looked into the baby’s eyes, “Och Aye…I have never seen such beautiful eyes.”

  “Thank you,” Laura said as the baby drifted back to sleep in her arm as she patted the baby’s behind.

  “Catriona!” a man yelled from the castle. “I need you for just a minute.”

  “Come on Arrie, Da is calling us,” Catriona said to the little girl who was happily playing with her dolls.

  “I know you don’t know me, but I would be happy to watch her for a few minutes. The baby is sleeping and I’m not going to leave for at least a half an hour. I promise I won’t take my eyes from her,” Laura said.

  “Are you sure?” Caitriona looked up at her husband who motioned her up with his arm, “I don’t want to impose upon you.”

  “It’s no imposition. Seriously, I promise that she will be alright here with me.”

  The woman looked up and back at the child. “I suppose that will be alright. I will be back in just a minute. Arrie, be a good girl for the lady.”

  “Yes, mummy,” Aurora said as she made the two dolls in her hands dance together in the grass. Her mother sprinted as fast as she could in heeled black leather boots up the hill to the castle. She said a few words to her husband as he put his arm around her and waved down to them in the garden just before they disappeared behind the wall.

  “So, do your dolls like it here at the castle?” Laura fingered the doll dressed in blue that she assumed was Windy. The doll had wings that were made of an opalescent fabric.

  “They say that they wove the caswel. They used to wive there a wong time ago.” She was so cute.

  “There was a great man that lived here. I have traced my family all the way back to the first Leod that lived here. I have a story about one of my favorite Lairds that lived in this castle. Do you want to hear it?” Laura said.

  “Sure,” she said as she continued to make her dollies dance.

  “There once was a man named William Dubh McLeod. He was a big, braw man with dark black hair, who fought his enemy with a big long sword. When he was a boy, he was hunting in the woods, when a beautiful woman spotted him from the trees. She was not from this place. She was from somewhere secret from the people that lived here. She stepped on a twig as he drew his arrow while hunting a stag. The stag ran and he was mad. Sta
rtled, she drew his attention and ran as fast as she could to return to her hidden home, deep inside the Earth.”

  “It would be years before they met each other again. But, when they did meet, it was love at first sight. Her name was Anora and she had golden hair that fell below her waist and eyes as blue as the sky. They married and had a child together. His name was Alistair and he was a very happy child. However, carrying the baby in her belly made Anora really, really sick. She was dying. The only way she would be able to get better was if she went home. Her father came from a distant land with many fighting men to collect her a year after her baby was born. The baby couldn’t come because his place was in this castle. One day he would be the Laird of Castle Dunvegan.”

  “When her father convinced them both that it would be best if she returned to her hidden home inside the Earth, she went with one condition. William had to promise that he would never allow the child to cry. If her baby cried, she would have to return to tend to him. William, despite his love for her, had no choice but to let her go. She looked horrible. It was like she would die at any moment. Anora really didn’t want to leave either, but she went back and after a time started to feel better. William was sad. He had a baby son that reminded him every day of his lost wife.”

  “Anora had several fairies that looked in on them from time to time. Their names were Windy and Emberli.”

  Aurora interrupted, “Hey, those are my dolly’s names.”

  “Yeah, I know. That is why I picked this story.” She touched the little girl’s nose with the tip of her finger and continued. “They told Anora that William was lonely and melancholy.”

  “What’s melancholy?” Aurora asked.

  “Melancholy means that he was sad and miserable. So sad, in fact, that he didn’t enjoy his life here in the castle with his son. She sent them to find him a new wife that could make him happy and they looked and looked until they found the perfect woman. They sent her to the castle when there was a big party. There were musicians, a bard, and a feast that had not been seen in the castle since Anora had left. The fairies cast a spell so that he would be happy. They did it for Anora because she couldn’t bear for William to be so unhappy.”

  “William spotted her across the crowd and rose to dance with her. The music was lively and the nursemaid went to the landing of the stairs to look down upon the great room. The night was magical and everyone was watching the Laird have fun for the first time in over a year. The baby started to cry and Anora felt it from far away. She merely thought about her son and was by his side. He quieted when she came and picked him up from his cradle singing a lullaby. Once he was fast asleep, she put him back in his crib and draped her silk scarf over his tiny body. She gave him one last look and left.”

  “Did you know that the scarf is in a frame inside the castle? It has been said that it has saved the people here several times, once from famine and once from a war with Clan MacDonald. All they had to do was wave the flag and it would bring help from Anora’s people. The MacLeod’s have one more wave of the flag before it is powerless, according to legend that is.”

  “I’m going to marry a man wike Wilwim one day,” Aurora said. “That’s what they say.” She pointed to the dolls on the ground.

  “I am sure you will. I will pray that you find him.” Caitriona was approaching them now. “It was very nice to have met you Aurora. I hope we see each other again one day.”

  “Was she a good girl?” her mother asked.

  The sleeping baby in her arms started to stretch out her tiny arms and legs. Her fists were closed tight above her head. “She is a splendid girl. Leanora doesn’t talk much yet, especially when she is sleeping. Thank you for allowing your daughter to keep me company.” Catriona nodded and smiled.

  “It was nice to meet you Laura,” she stroked the baby’s face with her little finger, “and you as well, Leanora.” Laura put the baby back in the band that wrapped over her shoulder and around her waist. “We must be off now.” She picked up the two dolls that were not in her daughter’s fists and picked up Aurora. “Now, say goodbye.”

  “Bye, bye,” the little girl waved as her mother walked back to the castle to rejoin her husband. When she was near, he took the little girl and gave her a tight hug and many fatherly kisses. It was clear that Aurora was well loved. She had to be almost four years of age.

  “I will see you in twenty years my sweet mother,” Laura said as she turned and walked away from the castle and into the fog. The smell of heather and peat smoke was fading away from her senses and her arms became empty, but the knowledge that she would have a child filled the entirety of her soul. Leanora would be her and Ceran’s future.

  The End

  Acknowledgements:

  I just want to thank my family and friends. They supported me and helped me bust through the writing blocks that seemed to happen more frequently this time around. The last book that I wrote, I had a time line that I needed to fill in. My goal was to show how Earth would be experienced by someone not from this planet. This time, I was developing that time line. Writing is much harder than I had ever anticipated. It just makes me respect my co-author even more. Her imagination is one that I would love to get lost in on a rainy day. I love you, Becka!

  I want to say that this book was a challenging endeavor for me. I had to figure out a way to weave five story lines, and come up with a story of origin for our leading bad guy, Gatton. I read many books that helped me along the way. The theories that Anora presents are not a representation of the author’s beliefs. I hope that the readers of this book do not find them offending in any way. I had to figure out a way to rationalize all of the changes from the learned history that I thought the characters would struggle with after learning that there was life on other planets in the galaxy.

  Finally, I want to thank the readers of this series and the many other books that have been written by my sister, Rebecca Pond. You have encouraged us to continue to tell the stories, as well as helped us to better our writing skills. Keep leaving your reviews. I assure you, we read them all! Yes, that even includes the bad ones. We do listen to what you have to say and we hope you have enjoyed this latest installment of The Brides of Theron series.

  References:

  The books I read for the development of Gatton’s character:

  Mack, C., (1998) A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels, and Other Subversive Spirits. New York, NY: Owl Books, Henry Hold and Company, LLC.

  Rosen, B., (2008) The Mythical Creatures Bible. London: Octopus Publishing Group.

  Davidson, G., (1967) A Dictionary of Angels: including the fallen angels. New York, NY: The Free Press.

  Charles, R. H., (2013) Book of Enoch. SaltHeart Publishers, LLC.

  Lumpkin, J., (2011) The Books of Enoch: The Angels, The Watchers and The Nephilim: (with Extensive Commentary on the Three Books of Enoch, The Fallen Angels, the Calendar of Enoch, and Daniel’s Prophecy). Blountsville, AL: Fifth Estate publishers.

  Dee, J., (1841-42) The Private Diary of Dr. John Dee and the Catalog of His Library of Manuscripts. Oxford, London: Printed for the Camden Society from the Original Manuscripts in the Ashmolean Museum at Oxford, and the Trinity College Library, Cambridge.

  Leitch, A., (2014) The Essential Enochian Grimoire: An Introduction to Magick from Dr. John Dee to the Golden Dawn. Woodbury, MN: Llewellyn Publications

  The books that I read to develop Anora and Laura Mason’s Characters:

  Tazkuvel, E., (2013) Auras: How to See, Feel & Know (Full Color ed.). Ashland, OR: Kaleidoscope Productions.

  Orr, G., (2013) Akashic Records: “One True Love” A Practical Guide to Access Your Own Akashic Records, (Self Published): Akashic Records ING

  McTaggart, L., (2007) The Intention Experiment: Using Your Thoughts to Change Your Life and the World. New York, NY: Free Press.

  Inner Earth story development: It should be known that theories of a hollow space in the center of the earth have been discussed for longer than you could possi
bly imagine. Admiral Richard E. Byrd, a highly respected member of the United States armed forces, has claimed to have flown into the North Pole and meeting the people of Agartha. It is also curious that when you apply the current belief that the earth is a solid mass, correction factors have to be used in physics computer models that display the orbital rotation of the earth around the sun. When you use a model with a hollow earth, no correction factors are needed. You can search on YouTube for the experiment that was performed by NASA (NASA Proves Hollow Earth Theory…Proof Evidence Earth is Hollow, published March 10, 2012) to see for yourself. I just thought it was interesting…

  Stjerna, M., (2013) Agartha – The Earth’s Inner World. Sweden: SoulLink Publisher.

  Smith, M., (2011) Adventure into Hollow Earth – The testament of Olaf Jansen: Ancient Word Series.

  Robbins, D., (2011) Telos: Original Transmissions from the subterranean City: Self Published.

  Development of the Interdimensional Council of Light and The Galactic Federation including Ashtar Command:

  Hofman, D., (2013) The Council of Light: Devine Transmissions for Manifesting the Deepest Desires for the Soul. Rochester, VT: Bear & Company Press.

  Trutwin, E., (2011) Lord Ashtar and the Galactic Federation. Self Published.

  The MacLeod’s of Skye: This family and its legends are of personal interest to me. When I started to look into my family tree, I learned that I am a direct descendant of the first recorded Leod. I’ve read many stories and thought it would be fun to weave them into this book. The Faery Flag of Dunvegan does exist among several other family heirlooms. There are many stories about its use through history that you can look up on the internet.