"Uh…" Her eyes quickly snapped to his face as her cheeks flushed crimson. What in her virginal mind was she supposed to think, to say, to desire? They were only supposed to be imaginary playmates! "Are the two of you twins?"
"We are cousins," Calem answered.
Cousins? Oh my gracious! Sydney's libido slapped her cleanly in the face … er … crotch … boobs. Talk about fantasy sex!
Calem smiled approvingly, as if knowing what she was thinking. It set Sydney's insides ablaze, and she smiled back, her attention now clinging to his smooth, full lips--lips she wished her own lips were clinging to once again.
"Ayn, ayn!" she protested her physical reaction to them, speaking the word in their language, a language that over the years had become as natural to Sydney as her own.
"Ayn?" Calem asked. "We are not cousins?"
Her gaze shifted from his face to where Arjim's erection was still exposed freely, jutting in her direction as if declaring its claim on her, and oh snap her eyes got stuck there, the direction of her thoughts momentarily faltering. Hum … He had such a pleasant-looking…
PRICK! Sydney's vexation pushed through her tawdry fascination with his boner. "You will not do this to me again, damn it!"
"Do what, She'ami?" Arjim asked.
"Appear in my life at your own free will, uncaring of how you might be affecting me and my life, and then … then to keep vanishing like that!" Sydney spit angrily, glaring first at him and then Calem. "And stop calling me your woman."
"Let us explain, Tina." Calem took a step forward.
"No!" She held up her hands to stay him. "I want to know something."
"Ask anything She'ami," Calem returned.
"What is thing you do in my head?" Sydney tapped her forehead. "Are you controlling my emotions?"
"That is beyond the capabilities of the linking, Sydney," Arjim answered.
"But the pain in my ears, and the … the, you know …" Sydney pursed her lips.
"Your horniness?" Arjim grinned. Her sudden coyness about the sexing was delightful. It made him, both of them, desire her more.
"Well, yes that!" Sydney huffed.
"At certain sub-cortical frequencies we are able to induce certain situations," Calem told her.
Sydney's irritation escalated. "You mean manipulate?"
It was a known fact back on earth that mental states could be affected by low level electromagnetic waves. In fact it was used for many psychological interventions.
Arjim and Calem exchanged glances, and then Calem continued, "I suppose it is a means of manipulation, fear, sadness, euphoria, it depends on the subcortical frequency we decide to link at."
"We have been able to ease your pain, Tina," Arjim added.
"You have no right!" Sydney yelled. "And I forbid you to do it again."
"It is in our Tertian nature!" Arjim's voice raised an octave. His reaction was out of fear more than anger. Their experience with the link had been shaky at best and they both were now wondering if she actually had some kind of power to reject them. "And we link with you for as long as it is necessary."
Sydney folded her arms and glared at them. "You played a wicked and cruel game."
Arjim reached for her. "We were mere boys playing with rituals we were not yet mature enough to …"
"NO!" Sydney yelled. She recoiled, avoiding his attempt to touch her. Her body quaked with distress. For a moment she was silent, but when she spoke again her voice was lowered, the tone of it icy cool with warning. "I will banish you both again … forever."
All of the emotions she suffered from years ago, suppressed but unresolved came crashing in, along with the pain and a torrent of confusion. Their seizure and then retreat from her mind, her impressionable, young mind had been traumatizing, the withdrawal she'd suffered, from their absence in her life, from the drugs she so desperately needed to wipe her mind clean--oh god, she'd thought she'd made peace with all of that. Every muscle in Sydney's body went rigid--denial or resignation? She wasn't crazy. Had passing through the wormhole been destiny fated?
"I knew it." she finally relented, her shoulders slumping. Her chest tightened, and she swallowed back unbidden tears. "The whole time I just knew it!"
Calem frowned, concern etching his expression. They could tell she was close to tears. "Knew what, Sydney?"
"That you were real." Sydney glared at them as if daring them to deny it.
"I'm real." Arjim grinned. Imitating Sydney he pinched Calem's ear drawing a threatening glare from him.
"Are you sure of that, brethren?" Calem retorted by grasping Arjim's nipple between his thumb and index finger. He twisted it hard. Both men tensed, feral growls emerging from their throats, and it was clear a fight between them was imminent.
"Oh fuck this shit," Sydney murmured. Let 'em kill each other for all I care. "Thanks for the ride gentlemen." She began to turn away but stopped. "But I have an alien leader to find so I can get back home."
Like hell she was going to find the alien leader. Unprepared to deal with all of it at the moment, she just wanted to get away from them so she could muddle through this without distraction. No such luck. As soon as she turned to run, a hand clasped her wrist, and Sydney knew he was digging in his heels because her feet continued to move but her body was going nowhere. Annoyed, her lips pursed tightly, her gaze dropping to inspect where she was being held before snapping upward to look at Calem's face. Arjim came up from behind him.
"You have yet to truly experience the ride, evala'luso," he said, and Calem showed his agreement with licking his lips as his eyes meandered the length of her body.
The endearing words unexpectedly warmed her insides, softened her anger. Not to mention the way they were looking at her heightened her arousal. She liked the idea of being mated to them, but Sydney wasn't going to let either of them know that. Jerking her hand from Calem's grip, she was pleased that she'd escaped so easily. Alright, maybe he allowed her to escape easily. Nonetheless she was free and ready to take advantage of it.
With that, Sydney turned and glanced over her shoulder. Both their grins widened, golden sparks in their eyes igniting as their randy gazes remained fixed on her. It was if they were eagerly anticipating what she was about to do.
"You might think of me as your woman, and that surely might be true." Sydney's heart thudded, the excitement building inside of her as subconscious memories of their boyhood desires surfaced, of how they fondled her body later in their lives when they older. She dashed down the path yelling as she left them behind her. "But you'll have to catch me first!"
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Chapter Eleven
Sydney gazed upward, observing the figure crouching on the rounded peak of a burgundy-colored rock. Some thirty feet up she perched, weapon in hand, keeping watch. If nothing else, Gardenia was diligent … diligent and dedicated to her cause--her cause being protection. She'd made that sharply clear after she intercepted Sydney while she was dashing away from Calem and Arjim. They had chased after her when she bolted only to be ambushed by the women she was travelling with, which was likely the only reason she'd been able to get away. Sydney had no idea what happened after that because she didn't stop to find out. She knew they were okay though because they were making every attempt to get cozy in her brain ever since she ran from them.
Gardenia seemed to be aware of what Calem and Arjim were doing. Every time Sydney began to fall into a stupor Gardenia would shake Sydney back to reality. In regard to her bathroom break, she'd scolded Sydney for the hours and hours it took to trek the mountain trails, traverse the open fields, and then hike a large open path that brought her and the other tribeswoman who travelled with them to this estrogen-filled encampment she was now being hidden in.
Sydney skimmed her palm over the soft, warm grass she'd parked her rump on--the maroon grass. The blades felt like velvet. "This sure beats the scratchy crab grass lawn I have at home in Florida."
She glanced around, observing the others. All of the people in the nomadi
c tribe were female, most exceptionally fit and quite capable of self-sustaining.
"Hrias jgaih erfre." Dingy, or whatever her name was, murmured, but to Sydney, the words sounded like a mish-mash.
Sydney studied the tribeswoman who sat beside her and shrugged. Despite her hearing being back to normal, Sydney still didn't understand most of what was being spoken by the women. They were speaking a dialect different from the one Calem and Arjim spoke, although she did pick up a word or two here and there.
"Hrias jgaih erfre," the woman said again.
"Haven't got the foggiest," Sydney shrugged…or maybe not. She didn't understand any of those words.
Dingy gave her an understanding nod and then returned to plucking at the orange spikes sticking out of the yellow fruit she was holding. Bored, Sydney picked her own piece of fruit from the hand-woven basket, handling it carefully to avoid getting pricked by the sharp protrusions. She gingerly began twisting off its spines.
There were a few things Sydney had figured out. First and most importantly, she'd probably been sucked through that wormhole because Calem and Arjim apparently had some control over her body and they must've made it happened with whatever magical powers they had.
Sydney thought about her lost prescription. She'd been taking them for so long that not having them now left her feeling vulnerable. Her thoughts turned dark. It was Calem and Arjim's fault. Sydney's nostrils flared and she huffed out her irritation. How could they have failed to explain what they'd been doing with her all of those years? They nearly destroyed her life! Her parents … oh god. Wait until they found out that her imaginary friends were real! Sydney frowned. Her parents … she closed her eyes, imagining her mother's grievous wail when the military knocked on her door to inform her that their only daughter had been killed in the line of duty. Sydney's heart twisted at the thought. At least her father would be proud. A military man himself, he'd always said that serving your country was the only way to go. Of course he was now retired. But she wasn't dead! Moreover she wasn't insane either! Now, because of Calem and Arjim her parents would never know. The anger fired up inside of her and stuck in her craw.
Blowing out a gust of air, Sydney attempted to push her emotions aside. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life living with spite. She glanced down. When she'd wandered into the forest, she'd left her flight suit and boots behind, and Gardenia wouldn't let her go back to get it. So here she sat in her underwear, a sarong tied around her waist and a tank top. At least the weather was warm and having some clothes was better than being naked like she was on that altar.
Mmm … an altar… and your naked body to worship as we please ….
Sydney froze. Uh-oh, they're back.
Our Tina. We are close ….
We are coming for you, our mate ….
"O-o-h…" Sydney was suddenly woozy. Cumming … yes ….
We long to hold you, kiss and touch your body, all of it, all over ….
I just … you can't …, Sydney protested in thought. No, not now … I'm supposed to be pissed off at the two of you.
Phase after phase we've craved to touch you, to smell you, to taste you … your lips ….
Yes … I mean no ….
Your body ….
No ….
The sweetness that is between your legs ….
N … what? Oh yes!
A lust-filled and very male groan drifted into Sydney's brain. She gulped with anticipation. A breath, hot and enticing teased the flesh of her neck and then he nipped her gently. Sydney's libido shot from zero to mach five in a nanosecond, the wave of carnal passion blazing through her. Oh my ... . I'm so horny.
He chuckled lightly. We will pleasure you then, woman.
Did I say that out loud in my head? Sydney frowned. Did that even make any sense?
Your thoughts cannot be blocked from us during transdelta Edification Tina.
Well, I guess that answers that. How silly of me … and what the snap dragon is a transdelta Edification!
Arjim chuckled again and Sydney had no doubt it was him. She knew them both. She knew them both about as well as she knew the back of her own hand, which she'd like to slap them with. The thought gave her pleasure, and then she wondered. If given a choice out of several hands, would I really recognize my own?
So analytical our Tina, always the inquisitive child, always so curious, Calem murmured, his voice low yet arousing, reverberating through her, seizing her amorous senses, causing a slow, deep desire to begin its agonizing burn.
You told me that I asked too many questions. Sydney whispered as her body relaxed, settling into the seductive sensations.
There was much back then that we could not answer. His breath fanned her cheek. He was closer. Warmth wrapped around her, soothing the years of agony her heart had suffered after they were forced to leave her life. She never forgot, never quite got over her best friends … her best imaginary friends!
An image at this moment, Calem said. Though not imaginary as we have shown you.
But…
The rest of the thought failed to materialize when the incredible sensation of a mouth on hers thwarted her intention to rationalize. He suckled her bottom lip, his fingers threading through the locks of her hair holding her to the kiss.
So soft, so sexy our woman.
It was Arjim, and she could taste him, smell him, feel the warmth and softness of his lips as he pressed them against hers. This was no little boy anymore. Likewise, neither was Calem. She sensed him, as well, his essence moving closer, the sultry heat of his body intensifying, caressing and surrounding her. Calem stretched his body along her backside and cradled her to him, his presence as tangible as if he was truly with her in the flesh. Sydney sighed, delighting in the exquisitely sensual feel of being caught and held between these two men. It was as if a grievous loss had been restored, righting a world that had turned topsy-turvy. It was like coming home. She realized then that anywhere her hot, sexy mates were was truly home.
Calem slid his hand to the back of her knee and he lifted her leg spreading her open, offering her to Arjim for exploration. Warm fingers slipped beneath the waist of her panties, and slid over the curve of her mons. Arjim pressed them against her labia and began massaging her in an easy circular motion. Her clit flushed to life, throbbing, and with it the rushing of her juices.
So wet, Tina, he said as his fingers dipped into her, gently opening her. He drew up her wetness, gliding his moist fingers over her pulsating clit, rubbing it.
Sydney's thighs parted further, her pelvis rocking, thrusting, craving ….
His erotic whispers ambled through her mind, bathing her in sultry warmth that heightened the sexual tension building within her. Sydney squirmed seeking firmer pressure, and he obliged, pressing just a little bit harder, rubbing her clit just a little bit faster, causing it to swell with need. A second hand skimmed along the front of her thigh, but it wasn't Arjim's hand. It was Calem who touched her, his fingers joining Arjim's beneath her panties. With a single finger, he stroked her opening, further smearing the moisture seeping from it, and then slipped just the tip of his finger inside.
Oh god! Sydney moaned. No one other than her ob-gyn had touched her there … no one … except them. For the first time she fully understood the hunger her friends had talked about, that crazed need, the wanton agony, the intense sexual arousal and abandonment that the touch of a lover … or two … could stimulate. She had a torrid need to be penetrated … by both of them. The inner walls of Sydney's vagina contracted at the thought, and she felt herself gush. Calem uttered a sound of pleasure and stroked her clit, now engorged and slippery.
Open up our love, Arjim groaned in her ear as he nuzzled her neck, his hand skimming over the slight swell of her belly and then upward, leaving Calem to continue playing between her legs. We desire to enter you with ease, to give you pleasure. Molding his hand around her breast, Arjim skimmed his thumb over her stiffened nipple, the titillating sensation causing sparks to
bolt straight to her crotch. Sydney shivered, every nerve in her body was being teased to life. It occurred to her then, they'd stripped off her clothes--save her undies, and she'd been unaware of it happening. She didn't care. All that mattered was that they were both there, her dream makers, her fantasy friends--childhood playmates who were now her grown-up friends…friends with benefits--sexy, exciting benefits. How could she ever let them go again?
We want to feel your orgasm, lovely Tina, Arjim said as he brushed his lips against hers. His breath on her face was warm, soothing yet arousing, the scent as pleasant as the morning spring air after the rain, clean and fresh.
Sydney whimpered, her arousal intensifying. Tipping her pelvis upward, she sought relief … and got more than she bargained for! Calem's tongue swiped at her clit. Sydney gasped. He swiped it again and then stuck his tongue in her opening, swirling it around. Sydney tensed, the muscles between her legs contracting hard as she spread her legs wider. And then he took her to the edge. He lapped at her swollen bud, licking her over and over again in rapid, short strokes.
Sydney exploded. She couldn't stop it! Not that she wanted to. The orgasm was unexpected, fast and frenzied. It flared in her groin and convulsed through her insides, and something, something she'd only heard about … something she'd never even experienced while masturbating … incredible … she was squirting her cum. Reaching with one arm, she sought Arjim's face. The other she stretched downward wanting to touch Calem.
There was nothing.
Empty air greeted her. Like a flash of lightening, they'd been there and then they were gone … gone ….
"Ouch!" Sydney yelped and jerked her hand back, dropping the fruit that she'd been holding. A small drop of blood began to bead on her thumb. "Damn prickers."
She stuck her wounded digit into her mouth and sucked. I wonder what it would be like to suck on their pri ….
A string of murmured words interrupted her thoughts, and Sydney's head snapped up. Dingy was staring at her. She murmured something again, the expression on her face giving Sydney every indication that she was horribly disturbed by … something.
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