He who tortures his spirit with excessive self-control loses sight of his passions. Calem's lips turned up into a snide grin. And in particular, his mating passion s… uyo, I see you've succeeded in your lack thereof.
Tipping his head askew, his gaze dropping to Arjim's throbbing erection, Calem snickered. Our Tina is found after all these phases of silence, her body aching with need for us. Self-control has little to do with much at the moment.
Arjim sent Calem a mental growl and then barked silently, We are under orders!
With or without you, cousin I will find our Tina. Calem sighed. To kiss her sweet mouth … finally.
You will stay with your regiment, warrior, and since I outrank you, that's an order!
You outrank me by mere a single dial, brethren, my promotion coming only shortly after yours.
Pressing his lips tightly together, Arjim attempted to ignore the lusty thoughts coursing through Calem's brain. He instead concentrated on the task at hand, their orders to find the intruder who threatened the health and safety of the Tertani pe .…
Mmm … Images of running his tongue along their Tina's female crease caused Arjim to quake. What would she taste like? What would she …?
Cease, warrior! Arjim bellowed through the dense material his brethren called a skull. He was instantly annoyed. The ruminations assaulting his brain were extrinsic. They were Calem's and not his own. Still his nostrils flared as he thought about their Tina's scent and how her flesh might feel when he laid his lips upon her. Would she moan with …?
Calem laughed aloud, catching the lusty sensations coursing through Arjim's blood, drawing the attention of several comrades. Sobering immediately to avoid drawing further attention, he internalized his amusement, pulling his brethren toward his inward thoughts, feeling the tension of Arjim's muscles going rigid as if they were his own.
Integration problem brethren? Calem jeered, referring to the blending of their thoughts, sensing the tightening of Arjim's mind against the mental link that bound them together, and knowing the effort was futile.
Arjim retorted, If you lack the discipline to take lead of your musings, you will be feeble in managing your behaviors!
Is your shaft hard, Arjim? Mine is pulsating, craving to slide between her heated, wet labia.
Enough!
Calem's lips quivered as he bit back a smile. A vision of beauty she'll be as her legs slowly spread open, inviting us to enter her. The Triconjugal Hunts in this land are about to begin brethren. We should be a part of it.
This time Arjim physically turned his head and glared at his taunting brethren, only to catch the mental picture as Calem imagined moving his fingers in and out of their woman's sweet, hot opening, inviting and wet for the second set of fingers, for his. Arjim's jaw clenched, and his balls tightened. Abruptly he turned and stomped away from Calem, from his regiment, from his orders.
Where is it that you are going, brethren? Calem cracked a smile.
"To take a piss," Arjim grumbled as he headed straight for the forest.
Calem glanced toward Tren ot Alea and saw that his commander was still bargaining with the tribunal head. Only Aurus, another Tertani warrior who stood nearby paid them any heed, staring curiously. Calem shrugged at him and then turned, reacting in the only way that seemed natural. He followed after his brethren, catching up to him just inside of the forest's periphery.
"You lie, my cousin," Calem said to him.
Arjim halted and spun around, his eyes intense, the gold that encircled his irises sparkling with carnal purpose. "What would you know about my bodily functions?"
As he folded his arms, Calem returned a smug expression. "Such denial to the obvious answer. If you had to piss, your urge would've unpleasantly edged my brain."
Again Arjim grumbled. It was true. Still irritated, he clenched his jaw and began to gnash his teeth, knowing it would echo inside of his cousin's skull. Calem reacted with a nerve-fraying shudder, and Arjim smiled deviously. "Being of linked mind has its advantages."
Ever since they were small tots, Calem hated that sound, and Arjim relentlessly harassed him with it, torturing his brethren from the inside out.
What's good for the gruke is good for the other gruke. Calem shook the grating noise from his head and then snorted menacingly. He began clucking his tongue with a rhythmic beat knowing the habit would annoy his cousin. Arjim ignored him…for all of half a min before stepping closer to Calem, coming almost nose to nose with him. In return, Calem retracted his shoulders and sucked in some air, the action causing his chest to puff up. They locked gazes, the fires of passion burning in gold speckles around their identical irises. The Changeover began seeping through their veins, fanning the flames of the primal obsession to hunt their mate. Calem's nostrils flared, and Arjim sneered. Unbidden arrogance was revealed in the bearing of their teeth. Snarls resonated, first within their skulls, and then blazed from their throats in heavy guttural tones. Neither of them moved as intellect battled visceral, reality becoming hot in their minds. They were both sharply aware that without their Tina present to cool their less than demonstrative condition, a battle between them now could result in horrendous and irrevocable consequences that neither wanted to be the cause of … a winner in Dominance with the other's blood on their hands.
Unmoving they glared for what seemed like an endless amount of time. Finally, Arjim released a relenting huff that contradicted his internal battle to unleash his rising aggression. Without another sound, he turned and began to stalk away, leaving Calem staring at his back.
"Going to take that piss now, brethren?" Calem asked, his voice low and deceivingly calm.
Again Arjim halted, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his fists tightly clenched as if preparing to strike, but he didn't turn around. Instead he conveyed a mental thought, Your interest behooves me, cousin.
Interest in what? Calem asked.
My cock and what it is want to do. Reaching for his crotch, Arjim readjusted himself, attempting to find a better fit for his raging hard-on within the confines of his uniform trousers. Perhaps another male might satiate your interest.
Calem laughed out loud, ceasing when both their bodies quaked simultaneously. His expression sobered, his own cock swelling uncontrollably. Mirroring Arjim he clenched his fists warring against the raw animalistic craving within.
The urge is upon us, brethren. We are beyond the Flaunting. Arjim's heart thumped hard, driven by the equal force of Calem's heartbeat synchronizing with his own. Immediately they repelled each other. The Dominance battle grows near. We must claim our Tina.
We hunt, Calem felt the driving desire of untamed lust coursing through his veins.
Uyo, we hunt, Arjim answered. And then I kill you.
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Chapter Seven
Jesus, lord almighty! The pain in her ears was about as pleasant as having an ice pick jammed in each ear. Damn landing gear. It was Sydney's third last thought before considering egress. Damn, frickin' rocks ... she was speeding right towards them, and they were big … holy shit they were big! That was her second last thought. Slamming her fist on a switch, Sydney jettisoned into the air. At least she hoped it was air. Ugh! Inverted G's are so not a picnic in the park. That's when her ears blew. She had no choice. The billion dollar starcraft was going up in flames. God I hope I die because the Commander's going to kill me for losing his bird.
That was her last thought before she blacked out.
Silence .…
She was drifting. Sydney knew her parachute had opened, felt herself floating, swaying dropping downward.
A thud .…
My god, my ears are fucking killing me! Could be worse. Her necked could've fractured if she'd struck the canopy or anything else as she was being catapulted from the wreckage. Or Sydney could've been burnt to all hell--a crispy critter--had her egress equipment failed.
She couldn't hear squat. That was the bad news. The good news? If she could feel the pain slicing through her ears it mea
nt her head was still attached … or it might be bad news once NASA got hold of her and stripped her of all rank and honors. Sydney struggled to listen but heard only a buzz in her ear. Damn frickin' shit. I'm deaf. Did somebody say something? Shit. She couldn't hear, but at least she was breathing … and smelling, the odor of burning fuel and metal wafting through the air. Her lids fluttered open in time to see her parachute being slipped off of her. Someone leaned over her. Long flowing hair framed the head of a shadowy figure backlit by the sun, the bright halo around the form making whoever it was seem ethereal. Maybe the doc was right. She was seeing ghosts.
"Where am I?" she mumbled to her rescuer, noticing her own words sounded muffled and distorted to her own ears.
Ugh. Sydney groaned. The pain was unforgiving--so fucking excruciating! Mercy, how am I going to bear this? Oh god I'm going to puke. Where was she? How did she manage to crash land on earth when only moments ago she was in outer space? Was it even moments ago? There was a flash of colors and her craft spun. It was then that Sydney became disoriented. She was able to regain her wits long enough to land the vessel, albeit recklessly. Wait, there was something else …. There were other things Sydney saw … in outer space … things that shouldn't have been there. I'll think more about that later. Decidedly at the moment her situation could be critical, particularly if she was too close to her jet. Yah, I really don't want to get caught in that mess. She pulled off her gloves, reached for the buckle on her harness, and with a click, released herself. With muscles straining, she rolled out of the cockpit-turned-jettison seat. It was then she saw the person standing over her.
"Who are you?" Sydney asked her rescuer. She struggled to separate her helmet from her head. It felt as heavy as a two ton bowling ball. Now free from some of her flight gear, Sydney tried to focus on the woman standing over her. She appeared to be non-military. Or at the least she wasn't on duty, otherwise her hair would be tied back in a knot as per regulations. Plus she'd have more clothes on. A maroon-colored bathing suit top and matching loin cloth were hardly approved as military apparel, especially one with pinkish tiger stripes running through it. Then again it was a camouflaged pattern … snort, that's not nearly enough material for a uniform … alrighty then, I'm disoriented … and apparently I think it's funny.
Tina ….
Sydney drifted, seeking comfort in the arms of old friends. They were with her and she needed them, something familiar to cling to right now.
Oingin abadonn--We will never let you leave us again ….
Time floated. Sydney felt her body being lifted, moved. As much as she wanted to know what was happening, equally she just wanted to shut down--to sleep. She chose to give in to sleep and the surreal existence that claimed her.
Time … space … voices … time … Sydney shifted to shake her confusion.
Oh mother!
Her muscles, her body … the groan she expelled echoed in her skull, and she grimaced at the cruelly painful ear throbs that followed. Again, she tried to move. Her bones felt like steel rods imbedded in cement. Every inch of her felt rock heavy and sore. It was as if she'd been hit by a train. Aw snap, train wreck, plane wreck, at this point, what was the difference? Sydney had taken a particularly long dive from the sky.
The pink sky.
Pink?
Tina ….
"Oh no, no, no," Sydney murmured as she closed her eyes. Go away. Contrary to her earlier opinion, they were the last thing she needed to interfere with her coherency right now. Of course they didn't listen. They never had before, so why start now? A strange sensation brushed the length of her body. Her skin tingled, the warmth she felt spreading, heating her within. It wasn't a woozy feeling, and Sydney didn't feel as if she was fainting. In fact it was almost as if she was sinking into an alternate state of perception, her mind being swept to a different time, or a different place, just as it had been years ago, whenever they came to her. Shadows emerged from darkness, two figures familiar to her memories, yet somehow not the same. They were different, larger, yes they were larger, grown, the energy that sizzled between them more powerful than ever, more intense than she could remember. It consumed her in a way that naivety could not know, appealing to her, not to her child's heart but to that of a woman.
Our mate … fosu'obua eonja--you are stunning to our eyes.
Sydney sucked in a breath. They were all over her, around her, seeping through her. She could feel the warmth of their presence, sense their emotions--distress, mixed with joy, voices unspoken yet audible in her mind, deep, gentle, soothing her.
Ut reah tseba--you are alive.
Don't answer them. Don't answer. DO NOT answer. Maybe they'll go away … Oh snap … Yes, I survived the crash.
Or had she? Was she dead and these were her angels coming to retrieve her, to take her to heaven? Two hands grazed Sydney's belly, two more on her legs, teasing her inner thighs, causing her to gasp, the frisson of heat on the flesh where they touched so real, so arousing, it dulled and then eclipsed the pain in her ears and the soreness in her body. A wave of delectable sexual desire began to simmer inside of her, an ache of need that intensified with each of their caresses. Oh no, no these were definitely not angels from heaven. They couldn't be because with all the lusty thoughts they were causing to run amok through her brain Sydney most definitely was not going to heaven.
She was going straight to hell!
Oh hell yes! Fingers slipped between her legs, grazing over her clothes and skimming along her labia, awakening her clit. Without giving it a second thought, Sydney drew up her knees, and parted them, begging for the contact to increase, to give her more. Awareness became an inner, somatic thing as her effort to regain a conscious existence faded. The tension inside of her melted away with the caress of her two lovers, the sense of their warm bodies veiling around her and stirring a wanton hunger deep within, a craving she had sensed even as a small child.
Eah crog wot--I've missed you both so much. It surprised Sydney that she could remember their language. Years had passed since she'd spoken the foreign words they had taught her.
Wase ve eah ut--as we have longed for you, precious Tina.
Lips, a perfect fit in shape and form, warm and comforting, arousing yet soothing wrapped hers. Calem …. Years had passed since Sydney had spoken his name, and his essence still felt just as good as always.
Evala'luso--our hearts' passion. Hot breath danced along the side of her neck as a different voice washed through her head. Arjim …. Sydney would know him anywhere.
Ve eddo ple she' ami--you have grown into a beautiful woman.
Wrapped in the essence of both of them, her body stirred, awakened, sought those whose beginnings early in her life had become so intertwined in her heart and soul they'd stripped the promise for any other suitors. Sydney had forgotten how much she needed them, how much she wanted them, how much she'd missed--grieved for them. Despair met her when she let them die. The memories were something she'd buried but had never forgotten.
We're coming for you, he whispered. Arjim gently nipped her shoulder and Sydney's body shuddered at the wave of sexual pleasure curling through her.
"Oh yes," she mumbled. Yes, cum …. I want ….
Her loins quivered with unanticipated lust. She craved it, craved them, but how … why? Deep in the recesses of her mind the answer was lurking but logic kept her from acknowledging it. Denial had always helmed her life--denial and societal dictates as to what made one normal. Memories pushed to the surface, and she began to reminisce.
We will find you, our woman ….
They left her. Almost as abruptly as she heard and felt them, they retreated, leaving Sydney feeling vacant and yearning. Forcing her eyes open she saw the vastness of the pink sky, and dots of rose-colored clouds drifting in lonely puffs above her.
Pink ….
There it was again. It wasn't the pink of an earthly dawn or sunrise. Something was different or perhaps her vision was skewed. Either way the thought was sharply disrup
ted with the return of pain that jolted through her. She squeaked. It echoed in her brain, which began to throb unforgivingly.
"Lord, I hope I don't have a cracked skull," Sydney mumbled to herself.
Muffled words that were not her own spoke to her, coming somewhere from her left … her right … her left … her … snap. With a push of physical determination, several grunts, groans and what felt like muscle-screaming spasms, Sydney sat up and the covering over her fell to her thighs. She looked down, and lifted the cloth draped loosely over her torso, breasts bared. Her cheeks instantly flushed.
Butt naked ….
Sydney was as bare-assed as a baboon's bottom. Hopefully it wasn't as red as one. At least she was relatively sure she didn't have a concussion. After blinking several times her vision was clearing and now that she was sitting up, her thoughts were becoming more lucid as well, clear enough to realize that someone had placed her on a stone slab that lay low to the ground, an altar she speculated, as if she'd been put there as a virgin sacrifice.
"Good god!" she yelped while fingering the covering, and then took note of its crudely woven quality, hand-made and dyed with irregular patterns of ….
She frozen mid-thought and the unnerving sense that she wasn't alone sharpened her awareness of her surroundings. There was a breezy sort of hum, the sound, she suspected was louder than she could actually hear, given her busted eardrums. Her attention shifted to the ground around her, and her body jolted in surprise. Three forms sat cross-legged at the foot of the slab, their bodies bent far forward nearly in half, heads bowed, arms extended outward and toward her, their fingers forming a triangular pattern. She'd seen that symbolic gesture before--the delta. I'm so not going to entertain that right now.
"Who are you?" Sydney asked. The sound of her own words were obscured by a slight ringing, making her wonder if she'd spoken loud enough for them to even hear her.
They did.
Three heads popped upward. Three female faces filled with awe and surprised eyes that seemed to shimmer with gold fixated on her. Sydney stared back, not knowing what to think, say or do, other than to slap her hands over her naked breasts. Murmuring sounds came from their mouths, wispy and indecipherable. It didn't matter. Sydney had a feeling they weren't speaking English anyway. The jungle-pattern wraps they wore, bare feet and a quick examination of the tropical surroundings was a pretty good indication that she was somewhere foreign--or alien.
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