But how could she explain that ability to warriors who depended on their strength and skill with a weapon? How could she make them aware of just how powerless they really were? At least to her? Where would she even begin?
“I am an Island Guardian,” Willow stated, finding no other way to say what she needed to other than just blurting the truth.
“And which power were you blessed by the goddess with?” Alexi asked matter-of-factly.
“It would have to be water or air,” Arik replied and glanced at Willow, taking in the blue top. “I am guessing water.”
Willow gasped with surprise. Why were they acting so calmly about what she had just shared with them? “Yes, I am the Guardian of Water. I can demonstrate if you do not believe me,” she challenged, sure that there was something that she wasn’t seeing.
“No need, little sister,” Arik replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “Your secret is safe with us. We are already in the service of two other Guardians.”
“What?” she cried out in astonishment.
“You will meet them soon enough,” Alexi spoke up. “My mate Farrah came to us from the princess. She was sent to find the Guardian of Earth and fate had my brothers and me finding her first.”
“The Guardian of Earth?” Willow questioned. “Farrah was sent by the Princess Asme to find this Guardian why?”
“It is a long story and probably best explained in detail by our mates,” Alexi said. “But suffice it to say that Farrah, my mate, is the Guardian of Fire. She is one woman who it is best not to make angry,” he stated. But the big grin on his face told how much he thought of his mate.
“And Erika, sister to your mates, is the Guardian of Earth,” Arik added. “She is amazing in the things that she can do.”
“Yes, Erika has been working with her powers since she was about thirteen,” Drago responded and looked to his brother Ulrik, who nodded in agreement.
“You knew that she was a Guardian?” Arik questioned.
Ulrik laughed softly. “Yes, the chit about scared us to death the first time she used her powers.”
“We followed her as often as we could,” Drago added. “She was always scampering off and we wanted to make sure that she was okay.”
“Then we saw her wield her powers and as she grew so did they,” Ulrik stated. “Are you saying that you didn’t know prior to the mating?” he asked Arik.
“Nay, we didn’t know,” Arik shrugged.
“But you followed her as often as we did,” Drago stated with a frown. “How could you have missed it?”
“Apparently she was much more discreet on the times when we were present,” Arik shook his head then looked up with a grin. “Erika will be so excited to meet you, Willow.”
“And Farrah as well,” Alexi added.
“I look forward to meeting them as well,” Willow gushed, filled with a longing to leave right this moment to meet these two other Guardians. She knew who they all were now. Well, everyone except the Mystic. And that would be revealed in good time, she was sure. “How soon ‘til we leave?” she asked again, turning to her mates. “Perhaps we should travel at night. The darkness would provide better cover should we encounter an enemy.”
Drago laughed and Ulrik squeezed her tightly in his embrace. “Yes, and it would allow the enemy to hide better as well, my love. No, we will leave with the dawn’s first light.”
“Yes,” Drago added. “It is time that we retire to our tent for the night. I am in need of attention before we find our rest.”
“Aye,” Ulrik agreed. “We are both in need of attention before we leave in the morn.”
“I believe that is our hint to make ourselves scarce, Alexi,” Arik said and both men got to their feet and with a bow of their shoulders took their leave.
“Attention, huh?” Willow smiled and flicked her tongue out to dampen her bottom lip, making both of her big warriors groan. “I believe that I can guarantee you all of the attention that you can handle.”
She pulled Ulrik’s mouth down to hers and captured it in a kiss of pure fire. She nipped his bottom lip and when he opened her tongue foraged deep, tasting every part of his wet cavern. She heard the tent behind them being opened and knew that Drago was watching and awaiting his turn. Reluctantly she pulled away from Ulrik’s kiss then couldn’t resist nipping his plump bottom lip one more time. She wiggled her bottom across his hard erection as she moved from his lap to crawl on her hands and knees through the opening into the tent.
She could feel the eyes of her mates on her and made sure that she wiggled her ass and kept her knees wide, giving them a view of what was in store once they were all inside and away from the eyes of others. She was barely in when she felt Drago palm her buttocks and squeeze them with his big hands. She went all the way to the back of the tent and turned quickly to face both of her warriors as they entered and Ulrik closed the tent tightly.
Sha came up on her knees and reached a hand behind her to loosen the knots of her top. “Strip for me,” she ordered and was delighted when both men made quick work of their weapon belts and the laces of their brown warrior pants. She dropped her top and shoved her skirt down over her hips and thighs as she kept her eyes glued to the two huge erections now bobbing and swaying in front of her. When she was naked she crawled over to them and immediately swallowed Drago’s huge cock into her throat.
Drago cried out and clutched her head in his big hands, reveling in the tight suction of her mouth and throat. Just when he thought he might die of the pleasure she pulled back and gave the shiny head another slow lick before moving her mouth to Ulrik. She playfully blew on his cock, her hot breath making it bob and releasing a pulse of cum from the tiny slit. Willow used her tongue to lick every drop up and teased the hole with her tongue before finally sucking his length deep into the wet cavern of her mouth.
Back and forth she went, driving both of her mates crazy with her ministrations but never allowing either of them to experience the ultimate pleasure of filling her mouth with their juices. Finally it was Drago who pulled away and moved behind her. Instead of mounting her like she expected him to he lay on his back. She pulled her mouth from Ulrik and went to glance over her shoulder. Ulrik stopped her and instead helped her to turn so that she could straddle Drago’s thighs and mount his swollen cock.
Drago grasped her hips tightly in his hands and lined up the pulsing head with the slick entrance to her pussy. “Take me,” he grunted out to her, “take all of me now.” He slammed his hips up, shoving his cock deep inside her pulsing sheath, making them both cry out at the pleasure. “Gods, you feel so good around me,” he grunted as he thrust and withdrew again.
“Yes,” she hissed as she started to take over the rhythm, wanting nothing more than to ride him like a wild beast. But Ulrik’s hands stopped her, forcing her to lean forward. Drago eased her forward until her sweet plump breasts dangled above his mouth and he could feast on them, sucking and nipping at her turgid nipples with mouth, teeth and tongue.
She felt the slow drizzle of oil along the crease of her ass and knew that Ulrik was readying her with fire oil. The slow glide of first one then two fingers in and out of the tight pucker of her anus was torture. Ulrik made sure to rub against his brother’s cock with his fingers, allowing them all the sense of what would be in store when he pushed his cock into her sweet ass. The thin membrane of skin would allow each brother to feel the other when they were both buried deep in the hot, tight depths of the woman they loved.
“Now, Ulrik,” Willow demanded, pushing back against his fingers. “I am well oiled and burning for your cock,” she cried out. “Fuck me!”
Both men groaned at her crude warrior words and Ulrik quickly removed his fingers. He pushed the purpled head of his swollen shaft against the pink bud of her anus. She was still so tight here, like tongues of fire squeezing along his length as he
slowly worked farther into her silken sheath. He could feel the pulsing length of his brother filling her pussy and knew that he
was tightening her sheath around Drago’s cock with every new inch he claimed with his own. Finally he was buried to his balls inside her and it was heaven and hell at the same time.
He heard Willow cry out, felt the flex of her hips as she fought their hold, wanting to move against them. He shared a look with his brother and they both took up a rhythm guaranteed to pleasure their mate. In and out they moved, one filling while the other retreated only to switch places. Drago continued to suck and bite at her nipples and Ulrik leaned forward to gift her neck with the same exquisite torture.
Willow was on fire. Lust was raging in her blood like an inferno and there was no controlling her response to the loving her mates were giving her. It was pleasure. It was pain. It was a decadent mixture of both and yet it was so much more than that. She bucked between them, urging them to take her harder, faster, to surge as deep inside her as they could. She placed her hands on Drago’s chest, tugging softly on the hair there before zeroing in on his nipples and tweaking and tugging on them as well.
Drago bit down harder than he intended to on Willow’s reddened nipple when he felt the first hard tug on his own. She cried out, flinging her head back with pleasure and crying out “Yes” at the top of her voice. So she wanted it harder, he thought. He nipped her nipples, catching them between his teeth and pulling on them, giving her the slight bite of pain that she seemed to be demanding and in return he was gifted with a tight pulsing of her sheath as she reached orgasm.
Ulrik cried out when he felt the tight tremors of her ass as she pulsed and came all over Drago’s cock. Her skin was flushed with color, her eyes aglow with passion and he couldn’t stop the need to claim and mark her. He fisted one hand tightly in her tousled hair and pulled her head back toward him. He picked the pace up, pummeling his cock in and out of her ass as he felt his own release fast approaching. He felt the tingle along his spine, the tightening of his balls readying to fill her with his seed and he leaned forward and bit down on the tight muscle where her neck met with her shoulder.
Willow screamed, slamming her hips down so hard on Drago that it felt as if he filled her very stomach with his turgid length. She could feel the hot jets of cum filling her pussy and ass, hear the cries of pleasure from her mates’ mouths even as her release shattered her into a million tiny pieces. It was the most wonderful moment of her life. She felt a warm bubble in her womb and felt wonder that it might be the start of a child—a gift for her strong warriors. A part of each of them that would grow and nurture inside her, the ultimate representation of their bond and love.
She felt the tug of Ulrik’s arms and eased to her side to lie content between the warm sated bodies of her mates. The journey would begin for them all early in the morn and it would be a hard trip with so many of the enemy now among them. She could hear the call in the air. She knew that Alea would follow them soon and finally all four of the Island Guardians would be united in one place. It was not their destiny to travel to the central point with the others. No, their destiny lay in a different direction, one that would be forged with danger of a different kind. Willow wasn’t sure exactly what they would face but she had confidence in the Mystic and in her fellow Guardians as well. The time for the Island Guardians was close at hand.
Chapter Six
Alea sat in the tree, watching the sky for any signs of her beloved aqua-phoen Vulcan. He had taken to the skies earlier and she had not heard from him since. It was not unusual for the bird to disappear for days at a time but this was different. Alea could feel a change in the air, a call on the wind that could not be ignored. She was to make a journey tomorrow and somehow she was to make it alone. She had no doubt that her cousins would follow after her but her journey would begin without them. She only prayed that Vulcan would be back in time to go with her.
“You are sure that they are here?” Prince Micah questioned the young warrior before him. He didn’t recognize the boy but then there were so many new faces every day that it was hard to keep up. It was enough that he remembered the faces of all who had died. The weight of the fallen was a heavier burden to bear every day but one that he felt he deserved. It was his foolish pride that had brought this curse on his people. If only he had done things differently perhaps his brethren would not be plagued with constant battle and death.
At the boy’s nod Micah followed through the trees, eager for news of a different kind, eager for a reason to hope and rejoice.
The arrows came from all around and there was no way to protect himself from them all. He felt the first pierce his thigh. The next he took in his shoulder and then there were too many to keep track of. At least three pierced his back while many more stabbed into his chest and stomach. He fell with a harsh groan, knowing that the end was near for him. He could already taste his death in the blood that spilled from his lips. Thankfully he never glimpsed the face of the one who had betrayed him.
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Princess Asme slammed into consciousness from a deep sleep, the dream fresh in her mind. She could still feel the sharp pain of the arrows and patted her flesh to check for their presence. She glanced at the empty space beside her and knew without a doubt that her beloved was gone, betrayed by one he called friend, by one he called brother. Tears of rage and despair filled her eyes and she screamed her grief to the world. Gone, he was gone but thankfully she had seen that he never saw the face of the one who betrayed him. But she had and that one betrayal was almost more than she could bear. If she managed nothing more she would seek vengeance for her beloved.
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The old woman watched and took note of all that was unfolding on the Isle of Altair. The rise of the Mystic was coming. The first of the sacrificial blood had been spilled and let loose the flow of events that were the prelude to the dawn of the Island Guardians. Already the Mystic’s call could be heard strongly in the air, pulling the Guardians of Earth, Fire, Water and Air to the sacred valley. But there was more to be done before that time came and the fertile soil of the Isle of Altair would drink more blood, swallow more bodies into its depths before destiny would intervene. More would be demanded by the Goddess of Altair before she would allow her power to be invoked. Change was in the air and it saddened the old priestess to realize that so much had changed and that soon very few would even remember the glory of Altair in times past.
The end.
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