Atlantis Allure

by eXtasy's Collective Mind

  She stepped back, hauling the muscular dog with her as the door whisked closed. Kyp turned toward the stairs. She and Petra skipped down them with ease and soon found themselves in the underground parking garage where she kept a car that she rarely used.

  Very quickly, they were at the airport. She bought their tickets, then boarded Petra on the plane. An hour later, she stored her bag in the overhead bin and stretched out in her chair. After takeoff, she turned on her Ipod. They dimmed the lights for the evening flight and with Red Hot Chili Peppers playing softly, her heavy lids drifted shut.

  The dream resumed as before. She was floating in the warm sea off the coast of Cyprus. This time, the handsome devil pulled her with him toward the shimmering doorway, his long, hair flowed softly in the water. His eyes drew her, teased her.

  He gestured to the door and she laid her hands over the triangular lock. She ran her fingers over the swirled design in an intricate pattern, not questioning or surprised with her knowledge. The sound of stone grating stone echoed in the depths as the massive door swung open.

  He grasped her hand and pulled her through.

  Suddenly, she was above the surface in a field of purple grass and blue flowers. The sky was a burnt orange color and she realized that she was no longer in a world she was familiar with.

  He leaned over her smoothing his lips over her jaw.

  She reached up to touch his face. “Who are you?” She breathed in question.

  He smiled. “I’m Theokritos. I’m the other half of you. You belong to me. Your mother promised you to me, long ago and you are mine. I’ll not let you go this time.” Questions crowded her mind, but he covered her lips with his and the answers no longer seemed significant. His tongue swirled into her mouth. His taste filled her soul. She moaned in delight.

  He lifted up to draw her nipple into his mouth and scraped his teeth over the peak.

  She arched her back and pushed the globe further into his mouth. Chills racked her body at the sensation. His teeth pulled and pinched, teasing each nipple. “Theo!” She shrieked in ecstasy. It felt so good. The pleasure-pain of his attention was mind-blowing. The danger and intrigue of the past day melted away.

  He kissed, licked and bit his way along her body until he reached her thighs. He turned his head and sharply bit the flesh on the inside of her leg.

  She groaned as feeling besieged her. His tongue swiped along her slit, tasting the cream.

  He growled and pressed roughly against her clit. Her scream briefly filled the air, but was interrupted as he rose up and flipped her over. He lifted her to her knees and spanked her bottom hard before he dominantly thrust into her. His wide cock pushed through the passage forcefully. He grabbed her hair in a clenched fist, holding her head steady as he leaned over and bit the curve of her neck.

  She felt full, aching, complete, but she wanted much more from this God of the Sea. He pumped a hard, aggressive rhythm that lifted her off her knees. His hips slammed against hers. The fragrant smell of the crushed purple grass lifted to her nostrils. She clenched her hands in the soft texture of it. Large brown hands squeezed the cheeks of her bottom with each thrust. He leaned over and licked a tickling, wet path along the knots of her spine. He rose up to follow the same path again with his teeth. Little shocks tripped along her spine following his ministrations.

  He ran a long finger along the crack to her anus and pressed there. He entered a finger inside her.

  She cried out and bucked against him in wild abandon. White heat enveloped her, muscles clenched and pulsed as release inundated her. It swept through her with an intensity that took her breath away.

  “I’ll see you when you get here.” He whispered and licked her damp nape.

  She drifted into sleep.

  She woke when the flight attendant politely shook her shoulder. After one stop, she was soon on another flight for the final leg of the trip. It was day in Cyprus. She would go to Pieter’s house, the dive master who worked for her father for as long as she could remember.

  He owned a boat and a crew that she would need to dive to the location where she and her father found the necklace. She planned to go to the museum on arrival, but more and more instinct was telling her to go into the sea. The answer wasn’t at the museum with the necklace—it was in the sea.

  After paying an outrageous fee for her and Petra’s transportation, Kyp arrived at Pieter’s house. She watched the beautiful, round woman’s face curve in pleasure when she saw who was at the door.

  Marina threw open the door and emerged, her arms outstretched. “Kypris,” she wrapped Kyp in a powerful hug and pulled her into the aromatic kitchen. “Look at you, so sophisticated, so grown up! We’ve missed you,” she said with her hands on Kyp’s checks, “and look at this beautiful dog!” She went to the stove, pulled a piece of chicken out of a pot and placed it on the floor for Petra.

  “Kyp! It’s good to see you,” Pieter said as he entered and gave her a hug. A smile crossed his grizzled, familiar face, “I’ve waited a long time for you to come back. I started to think you might not, but I’m glad you’re here. It’s where you belong.” He patted her back. “Just a minute,” he said mysteriously and left the room. He returned momentarily and handed her a leather-wrapped bundle. “I found it on the boat. Your father must have hidden them there. I’ve waited to give you these.”

  Marina placed a steaming plate of chicken, rice and currants in front of her. They each hugged her, then gave her the privacy of their cozy kitchen while she opened the bundle.

  She gasped as she realized it was her father’s research notes on Atlantis. Every one of them, she realized in amazement and gratitude. Pieter saved them. When she couldn’t find them after his murder, she had assumed Minos’s men stole them as well as the necklace. More hopeful than ever, she settled into the leather chair to read. Four hours later, she watched the sun rise astounded and shocked by what she read.

  Her father, Alec, was fascinated with Atlantis after reading Plato’s theories on the subject. He became obsessed with finding and proving its existence. He moved to Cyprus when he became of age, leaving behind a life of leisure with his aristocratic family and a place at Oxford to follow his dream. Kyp opened the journal to read again the theory crammed into the margin and flagged with asterisks –

  Are the Atlanteans in fact what the Western Europeans refer to as the Fey folk? Could examples of mysterious artistry and craftwork, like the Pyramids and Stonehenge, be the work of Atlantean people and their advanced technology? It isn’t a stretch to believe this and to believe that Fey is what they were called.

  Reports of the physical appearance of the Fey are similar to those stories of Atlanteans appearance. Legend has long held that the Fey folk left earth for another dimension. It is my hypothesis that the Atlanteans are indeed the Fey folk and that they lived all over the world, advancing human societies, until a global call brought them all home when the elders decided to leave earth for another dimension.

  His research progressed as he discovered new clues that were meticulously detailed in his journal. Diving on a hot summer day, searching an ancient man-made wall, he noticed a human-shaped shadow dart behind one of the large stones. He unsheathed his knife and swam to investigate. He rounded the large stone to glimpse the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

  Kyp’s cheeks burned as she read about his obsession with the naked woman he found swimming in the sea—Aphrodite, her mother, the Greek goddess, also known as Kypris who was in reality an Atlantean and Kyp’s namesake.

  They spent the summer together, her parents, inseparable and in love. Her father wanted her mother to stay on earth, but it wasn’t allowed and Aphrodite couldn’t ignore her responsibilities on Atlantis. She disobeyed strict rules by being with him.

  Traveling to the mortal world was only permitted to help or advance a society, and only then with the approval of the elders. An intimate relationship with humans was not allowed. Punishment for not following the rules was banishment to Atlant
is, never to return to earth.

  Days passed. Aphrodite became pregnant. Months later, she left her tiny daughter with Alec and returned to Atlantis.

  Her father searched the rest of his life for the doorway to the hidden world, despite Aphrodite’s claim that it would not reveal itself to a human. His search was in vain. He never saw the woman he loved again.

  Atlantis is real, Kyp thought in wonder, as she dropped the book and sat back in the chair. It didn’t fall into the sea as historians hypothesized though there was some fact to that theory. The truth was that it simply entered another dimension and the doorway to that dimension was in the sea to protect its location.

  According to his journal, Aphrodite warned Alec that she couldn’t stay on earth. There was a judge who determined human interference and the amount of time each Atlantean stayed on earth. The safest, kindest thing she could do would be to leave Kypris with her father though it devastated Aphrodite to leave the two of them. She promised to return one day.

  Kyp stared at the textured ceiling, thinking. Her father’s journals covered his research up to his death. Two months before that fateful day, he found the necklace, similar to the one that Aphrodite wore around her neck. He knew immediately he found a link to Atlantis, possibly a key or a map. He felt the power contained in the otherworldly metal.

  Fearful that the necklace would be stolen, he had the design tattooed on her lower back where it would be hidden. He theorized that Kyp would be the one to discover how to use the key. As a descendant of Atlantis and the daughter of a goddess, she would be able to find the doorway. She remembered his words when he wrote about her getting the tattoo.

  Her eyes blazed iridescently and her hair lifted though the wind was not blowing. Her very skin glowed. She snarled, baring her teeth, then slumped in repose having swooned with the completion of the symbol on her back. She has her mother’s blood.

  She reached down to stroke Petra’s head. She was going back in the sea tomorrow to the spot where they found the necklace. She went to bed with the realization that the completion of her quest was on the horizon.

  Six hours later, she stood on deck with Petra basking in the sun next to her. Kyp’s feet were bare and instead of the jean shorts and a bikini top of her past, today she wore a wetsuit and standard dive gear. She put Petra in the cabin so she wouldn’t attempt to enter the water with her mistress.

  She was getting ready to drop in when she heard a speed boat quickly approaching. Oh fuck, Minos. She should have known he would watch for her to come back to the site. She jerked off her mask and tank. She was tempted to dive in, but wouldn’t leave Pieter here to face Minos’s brutality when it was her he wanted.

  Her mouth dried as she watched him climb onboard. Hardened, lethal men crawled over the side with him. Machine guns in their hands were soon trained on her crew who had no weapons other than diving spears. “Stand down guys, don’t give them the satisfaction of killing you.” she whispered softly, “Is this really necessary, Minos? Does it always have to be about intimidation and violence with you?”

  “Hello Kypris. I’ve looked forward to this moment,” he announced as he stalked to her with animalistic grace, ignoring her question.

  Retribution was promised in his gaze. She briefly remembered a time when she desired him with every fiber of her being and wondered how she misread him so completely.

  “You did a good job of hiding for five years, but now,” he tilted his head and stared at her intensely, “here you are. Mine again,” he reached out his hands to touch her face and leaned in to breathe her scent. His gaze was dark and heated when he warned, “I’ll break that independent streak this time. You won’t leave me again.”

  “I had to leave the first time,” she snarled through clenched teeth, “you were trying to kill me! Remember? Or did you conveniently forget that fact? Phaedrais nearly beat me to death under your orders! Isn’t that your plan again? Or are you going to do it yourself this time?” she asked in disbelief. When he reached for her, she stiffened and tried to jerk out of his grasp, but he clenched his fingers in her hair.

  No one on board moved, tensions were high. His men kept their guns trained on the crew. She prayed Pieter would not attempt anything in her defense. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and noticed the gun that rested securely against his temple. She didn’t want his death on her hands. She wouldn’t leave Marina a widow.

  “I killed him,” Minos snarled, “Phaedrais endured a torture far worse than you experienced. I cut him into pieces while he was still alive, slowly and painfully. He was an example to all as to what happens when you touch what is mine. He was only to capture you, not nearly kill you, and he still failed to bring you to me.”

  She bravely snorted at his gall—hiding the chills his merciless words evoked. “Fuck you, Minos. I’m not yours.” She said bitterly.

  He jerked her hair in anger and slammed his lips down on hers.

  At one time, his dark, sexy, masculine physique and dominant ways lured her into giving up her secret, her father’s secret—Atlantis and the necklace. She would have done anything for him and his love. Blinded by his passion and flattered by his attentiveness, she saw what she thought was love rather than the sick obsession he had for her.

  She knew not to tell anyone of Atlantis, but he thrilled her with his intense devotion and possessive ways. He was older and sophisticated with women throwing themselves at him. Kyp was threatened by that and wanted to be special to him so she foolishly told him everything. He took her knowledge and used it against her. He was the reason she had no one left, no family to call her own.

  His hand lowered to squeeze her breast over the wetsuit. She tried to push him away, but he backed her against the side of the boat. He pressed his hard cock against her, and clenched his fingers tight and painful in her hair. She slapped him.

  He backhanded her and she groaned in pain. “Don’t hit me again, Kypris. I’ll retaliate. I like a woman with passion, but you better be prepared for the consequences.” He snarled.

  She lifted her hand to her throbbing cheek. Anger blazed through her. He grabbed her arm and swung her around. Her leg followed her body’s path and she kneed him viciously in the groin. He bellowed and bent in half.

  Pieter and his crew used the distraction the launch an attack on his men. She heard gunfire. Minos growled and swiped his arm out, punching her in the temple. She cried out. Vision blurred as she slid to the deck. She was dimly aware of the Petra barking furiously. The cabin door slammed against the wall as her lethal body launched into the fray. Minos raised his gun to shoot a charging Pieter. Petra leapt into the line of fire as she jumped for the man who struck her mistress.

  Kyp heard her yelp when the bullet entered her body. In horror, Kyp watched her fall limply over the side of the boat into the sea. She screamed in mental anguish. Would this man never stop destroying everything she loved?

  In that moment, her lower back throbbed, burning fiercely. Something was happening but she knew not what. Sound like a shock wave erupted and the boat tilted crazily on the peaceful water. The men hesitated for the briefest instant before resuming the fight. She heard a roar and chills encompassed her body.

  A man, a being of light, shot over the side of the boat onto the deck. It was her dream man –

  Theo. His hair swirled wickedly, sensually. Sea water sluiced off his body. His dark skin, tattooed with ruins, glowed. The black eel was alive and wrapped around his neck, displaying ferocious fangs.

  Black pants of the same silken material as before were his only clothing. He rushed Minos, his own fangs glistening in his open mouth and struck, tearing into his throat. He growled and shook Minos’s prone body until he consumed his blood. He dropped the empty husk, kicking it out of his way. He waved a hand and disintegrated the machine guns firing at him. With another wave of his hand, Minos’s men fell to the ground, dead.

  Theokritos. He had come for her. Her dream man was a real Atlantean. She stood with much effort
, shocked, afraid and dizzy and gracelessly fell over the side when a wave swayed the boat.

  He yelled out and dove in after her.

  She had no tank, no mask or air hose, but it was like her dream. The diving equipment wasn’t necessary. She floated as she did in her dream.

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him to the murky depths. Seconds later they tread water in front of a large stone on the sea floor.

  He gestured to the stone with one hand and suddenly she was facing the gilded doorway from her dream. The tattoo on her back throbbed again. There in the center of the door was the triangle lock. All it needed was a key. She ran her fingers over the triangular lock in the appropriate pattern.

  The door swung open. Her father was right. There was a key needed for the door and she was the key. They swam through. She felt a tangible change in water. She looked behind her, but the doorway had disappeared. Suddenly they were swimming in clear shallow water. Pink flora swayed to and fro with the current. She was in another dimension she realized in wonder and amazement—Atlantis!

  The broke the surface and made their way to shore. It was the world from her dream. There was purple grass, blue flowers, an orange sky and clear water visible for miles.

  A woman of indescribable beauty walked forward to meet them. Her gilded, diaphanous gown swayed with her steps. Long red hair curled around her voluptuous waist.

  Petra walked next to her, tail wagging and tongue hanging.

  “Petra!” Kyp laughed in delight and hugged Petra when she barked and licked her face.

  “Daughter,” Aphrodite greeted and hugged Kyp tightly with tears flowing over alabaster cheeks, “I’ve been waiting for this day. Let’s go to my rooms and get some dry clothes on you.” She lifted hands above her head and closed her eyes.

  Kyp frowned in confusion at her actions. An instant later, they were seated on a balcony. Blue forest canopies swayed below the towering terrace. She gasped at the sudden switch in location and blinked when some kind of strange fruit, arranged decoratively on a beautiful crystal surface, hovered before them in offering.