“Gordon!” Giving him a big, big hug. “You’re alive?”
“I certainly hope so!” he said, returning the hug. “The crew is fine too. Stratton is aboard Defender, making sure the injured are all being taken care of. We lost fourteen people, but as they say, you should see the other guy. Enlil lost thousands. I kept expecting more from him, but he was kind of a dumb-bunny really. Didn’t have a lick of strategy.”
Steven shook his head. “When Ashlyn said the mountain had been destroyed, I’d thought …” Steven shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re really here!”
“We did all right,” affirmed Novacek. “You would have been proud of the crew. They fought hard.”
“I am proud. Of them and you!” said Steven.
“So—it looks like you’re rather popular round here,” said Novacek looking around at all the wide-eyed people that were staring at Steven. “They seem to think you’re the Messiah.”
“Well let’s not promote those ideas any further. If they depend on someone else to solve their problems, they’ll never learn how to solve them for themselves.”
“Maybe, sir. But perhaps a little faith isn’t so bad. Considering all that we’ve overcome, don’t you feel like maybe—things worked out just the way they were supposed to?” said Novacek.
“I guess you would know—” said Steven, his look conveying far more than his words. “My brother.”
Novacek nodded warmly.
“Am I missing something here?” said Brooks.
Steven smiled, “When you get the chance, tell him everything, Gordon. We’re all family.”
Steven, turning to Brook’s, “Share the Gift with Gordon, Stratton and then give it to the rest of our crew. There’s also a man here, Erich Guerling. Goes by the name of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.” Seeing their look, “Don’t ask. Give it to him and his family. He’s earned it. After them—it’s all up to you. Some of them might be a little rough around the edges, so be careful.”
“I remember Erich Guerling. He’s here?” said Brooks.
“Yup, ask around. They have an underground city beneath the Citadel. You’ll find him there. Though, I’d wager he’ll find you first. They were living underneath Enlil’s nose the whole time.”
“We also found an underground city. The river’s diverging path to the right, led to it,” responded Novacek. “We only came out of hiding once we got news about Defender’s arrival. The news of Enki’s fleet traveled fast.”
“I’ll be damned,” said Steven.
Novacek smiled. “Oh, by the way.” He reached into his shirt’s breast pocket. “I have Ashlyn’s locket—can you give it to her for me? Believe it or not, Enlil gave it to me.”
“Wow. I hadn’t expected that,” said Steven. “She’ll be happy to have it back.”
“And—do you want to know what happens next?” added Novacek.
Steven cocked his head, contemplating his words. “It—it—it was you, Gordon? You gave Renee the vision. I couldn’t figure it out.”
He nodded. “I’m sorry if it caused you trouble?”
“That’s a hard question to answer. I don’t know, maybe it’s like you said—things worked out the way they were supposed to.
And no, I don’t want to know what you see in the future. If you say one word, I’m going to slap you up-side the head like a red-headed alien!”
Novacek, with a smile, “Ok, but don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, brother.”
“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Brooks of Steven.
“I’ll tell you after he leaves,” offered Novacek with a knowing grin. “Let’s just say, he’s going to have his hands full!”
“Keep your eye on him Brooks, he’s too clever for his own good!” said Steven with a laugh. “And Gordon—you’re right—I will have my hands full, both of them! I knew that before you did, ha.”
“You’re a lucky bastard!” said Gordon.
“Yes—I am.” Replied Steven, who then informed Gordon and Brooks that while Ashlyn was off retrieving the children that he was going to make a quick trip back into Enlil’s throne room, beneath the pyramid. He told them of the underground fortress and that he wanted to retrieve the Sword of truth.
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As Steven entered the underground chamber, he hastily made his way through the maze and into the weapons vault he’d seen when he was on his search for Phillip.
He’d paid little attention to the statue the first time he had seen it, but now—thinking back, he realized that the statue was of an Anunnaki, holding a sword. The sword stood upright, its point, touching the base of the pedestal.
Now, standing before the statue, he translated the Sumerian words, “The Sword of Truth.”
Removing the sword, he held it up with pride, wielding it. He had found his prize. He would return it to the Anunnaki home world, to Enki—to its rightful owners.
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Within hours, all the goodbyes behind them, and back aboard Destiny, The Keeper took them to the third moon, which concealed a cloaked Stargate that would take them to the Anunnaki home world of Heaven.
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After Destiny made the jump through the Stargate, Steven opened up his pack, and pulled out the items he’d brought with him from Avenger. When Ashlyn saw the picture of Renee standing at the railing of the Eiffel tower—with a tight hug, she showed him how much she cherished his having saved something so important to her, to them.
Hours later, the kids fast asleep in their beds, the Destiny altered her course so that The Keeper could show Steven and Ashlyn the Meridian nebula. He’d said it was one of the great sights to be seen, a microcosm of the universe, a place where stars were born. Before them lay billions of years of history. Its depth of inspiration and beauty was beyond compare.
Leaning against the bulkhead, cuddled deep in Steven’s arms, “I have everything I ever wanted aboard this ship. My world, our world, is here and now,” said Ashlyn as she caressed her tummy and Steven’s son to be, “and tomorrow.”
Having Ashlyn so close to him, Steven’s passions blazed. His hands wandered cross her tummy up to her breasts, his spread fingers grittily clenching them, digging deep creases.
“Anxious are we?” as she felt his heavily engorged, throbbing shaft pressing against her buttocks.
“You have no idea how badly I want you right now!” answered Steven. “No idea at all.”
Steven grabbed the collar of Ashlyn’s blouse, and pulled hard, his passion ripping it from her. The popping buttons flew in all directions. His fingers traced her outline, running round the curves of her wobbling breasts. He slid lower, his fingers feeling the tremble of her stomach muscles tightening in response to his touch. He grasped the snap of her jeans.
“Easy there. We’ve got all the time in the world.” Staying his hands, Ashlyn turned round, and slipping out of the torn blouse, she tossed it into a corner.
Turning her, so that her back was against the wall, Steven pressed himself hard against her. Embracing, they kissed ferociously, Steven’s heated breath upon her neck, inflamed her. Ashlyn ripped his clothes from him.
Steven unsnapped the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper downward. His hand slipped inside, between her legs. His fingers went deep into the crevice in her panties, touching her through the silk. He could feel her clit hardening, her moisture beginning to soak thru.
As the star filled heavens behind them bowed in obeisance, Ashlyn forcefully spun Steven round, putting his back to the wall, “And you have no idea how badly I want that—right now!” responded Ashlyn, looking impatiently at his erection. “No Idea at all.”
Prodding him to lay down on the plush carpet, her eyes never straying from his cock, she stood above him, slipping out of her jeans. Wearing only her sheer white lace panties, she straddled him, settling her knees round his hips.
Rising and falling, Ashlyn moved stealthily, relishing the thick, engorged hardness of his shaft sliding between her folds, sliding against her clit through
her panties. Her breaths were ragged, expectant of quick satisfaction.
As she took advantage of him, hanging over him like a canopy bed, Steven wrung her breasts, playfully trying to catch her bouncing nipples. Ashlyn, ready, let him catch them and as he began sucking furiously—she pushed down harder, letting every long inch of him slide against her clit. Moving faster, she brought herself to orgasm.
To Steven’s panting breaths, she slowly kissed her way down his chest. With each kiss, her hunger to feel him throbbing inside her throat grew—inflaming her passions. Her hunger was matched only—by her thirst to taste him. With the tip of his cock pressed against her lips, she gave him hard, teasing, circling strokes from her tongue, her every move designed to hasten his release.
“Ouch. You bit me,” said Steven looking down at her.
“Just reminding you who’s really in charge—Lord Steven,” said Ashlyn, as she quickly bent over him, and took him deeply into her throat.
To each bob of her head, her wagging tongue working its magic upon him—the specialized muscles inside her throat and tongue sought to suck him dry.
Gasping, his back arching as he felt himself starting to come, he marveled at what she was capable of doing.
He now had all that he had been wanting—for so long.
He had a tall-ship beneath his feet. The wind was at his back and he was having his deepest fantasies fulfilled.
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Epilogue
Hades
Steven, as he had done every minute for the last four days, spent his time focusing, straining, moving stealthily along the walls, trying to find a weakness in the field of his cell. A weakness that would allow him to reach out and touch Ashlyn’s mind.
Enlil’s death had been a ruse. The sword, a lure. When Steven had removed it from the pedestal, he had triggered the trap that Enlil had set for him. As the door to the armory silently slid closed, locking him in—a generated field dampened his abilities.
Enlil had been hiding in the shadows, patiently watching, waiting. With the trap sprung, from out of the shadows, an old white-haired woman stepped forwards, “Did you really think me so easily beaten, Tin Man? I am surprised that you were so easily fooled.
You were so kind, even having one of the Guardians carry me home. No one thought to suspect the fragile, little woman who walked in from the desert, alone,” Enlil said mockingly. “If they only knew.”
The woman then changed into Enlil, again taking his natural, tall, white haired form. “You were boringly predictable. It was all very disappointing. I thought you to be so much more than you were.
And now, look—” Enlil transformed into Steven. “You have lost—everything!” Putting his arms out wide, he gloated.
“I now have a powerful Anunnaki ship to take me to Heaven, where my father will bow before me, begging me to spare his world, his people! He will beg my forgiveness—as will he curse me when I burn Heaven beneath his feet!” Enlil’s eyes were like, fire. He laughed haughtily, staring at the cavern’s ceiling. His vengeful mind picturing the attack.
“You’re insane!”
Hearing Steven’s words, Enlil’s eyes lowered to meet Steven’s. “I’ve had thousands of years to plan. And you played perfectly into my hands. I lost a fleet, but you have brought me a ship more powerful than all of them.
I played the part—letting your people think I was weak. I seemingly sacrificed my forces for no reason. Do you not see, by pretending to lose everything—you felt secure, letting your guard down. You have given me back more than I lost.
You killed my Anunnaki females, but I now have your whore. Is it clear to you now? All that was yours is now mine.
Soon, your whore will be spreading her legs for me, and I will think of you, Tin Man, sad for all that you will be missing—as I impale her, ramming myself into her for days—her screams always begging me for more.
And I will think of you as I suckle upon her.” Enlil drifted away, reminiscently, “It has been thousands of years since I have sucked upon the soft, engorged breasts of an Anunnaki female. My craving is beyond desperate—I long for the contentment their touch provides.
For your whore, it is no different. She will come to me often—wanting to swallow my seed.
You see Tin Man, just as her breasts give me contentment, so does the seed of the Anunnaki male release chemicals that deepen a female’s passion, heightening their sense of pleasure and happiness. The more they get, the more passionate and happier they become. They are like a baby wanting to suckle from its mother’s teat. They need it often—and they want it constantly.
This is the Anunnaki way. As the females tongue pleasures us, so does ours, pleasure them.
I tell you this—so you will know what you are missing—as the tongue of your whore licks me, her mouth seeking to suck me dry—her moans begging my thrusts to squirt my seed into her throat. She will gorge upon me, seeking to satisfy a craving thirst that cannot be satisfied—and my seed will fill her belly.
Her addiction will make her a slave to me.
And I will also think of you—as I make her cry out—my tongue deep inside her, filling her, driving her insane with passion. She will be amazed at the things a shape-shifter can do. Amazed.
Should she ever come to know of my trickery, the strength of her cravings will force her to do my bidding, for they cannot be resisted—but of course, I can always threaten to eat your children, should she not kneel before me to suckle.
And, if you are thinking that you will be found by your friends above—don’t. I made it easy for you to find this chamber, purposely leaving the tunnel beneath the throne open for you to find. Even the scanner was false, letting you think you were so clever, as to have found it. But never will the tunnel be found again. I will be moving the throne, forever sealing off the tunnel. Once it is locked into position, it is impossible to move. The pyramid will make a fitting tomb for you, don’t you think—even though no one will ever know.
Enjoy your new home, Tin Man,” said Enlil as he took a step backwards, starting to depart. “You must excuse me, but I am in painful need of having the mouth of your whore upon me,” said Enlil, grabbing his own desirously swollen shaft. “Yes, great need.”
And with those punishing last words, Enlil, in the image of Steven, smiled sadistically and turned away.
Steven’s screams chased after Enlil, until long after he was gone from sight.
Steven tore at the bars, searching for the powers that had been given him, but within the field, he was powerless.
Steven heard the throne, its large, stone mass grinding as it moved. It was followed a moment later by a massive thud as it dropped into place, forever sealing him in.
As the days slipped away, he tried using the tools within the armory, all to no avail.
He was without water, without food.
Steven could only hope that the Gift of Life was at work slowing his death, but he was also aware, that even with the Gift, with no sustenance, death was an inevitability.
And yet, it was for Ashlyn and his children that he would continue to hold on. For they knew not of the horror that was standing at their side.
With each breath, as his mind sought to escape his cell, he implored, “Ashlyn—I beg of you. Hear me!”
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