by C L Amos
Sasha continued, “Blessed are we who can take feathered form, my mother the raven, I honor you and dedicate my wings to your higher purpose…”
Tom started, “Blessed am I, the great mother has bestowed upon me the divine right to take the form of the mighty black hawk, I dedicate my wings to your higher purpose.”
Julia continued, “Blessed am I, the great mother has bestowed upon me the divine right to take the form of the mighty Harris hawk, I dedicate my wings to your higher purpose.”
Sasha felt a surge of electricity pass through her hands; she opened her eyes and saw a vision of the mother goddess, her blinding beauty acknowledging their dedication. Sasha nodded in humility, closed her eyes and continued, “Your wings are blessed, your dedication has been accepted and acknowledged, you may now learn to master the art of flying,” Sasha let go of their hands, “Raise your arms and feel the wind rush over them.”
The twins raised their arms out and up, mimicking a bird in flight.
Sasha inhaled deeply, “Now lower your arms, noting the change in how the wind rushes over them.”
Once again, the twins did as instruct.
“Envision yourself in your feathered form, feel the wind as you glide and soar, feel the power in your strokes, feel the weightlessness of your body, you are the bird within you and it’s time to set it free.”
Sasha rose slowly to her feet and gently removed her gown, letting it fall seductively over her curves as it meandered to the floor. Sasha placed her left hand on Julia’s head and her right hand on Tom’s head and watched them slowly rise to their feet. Sasha paused momentarily before carefully reaching over and removing Julia’s cloak… already she felt drunk with lust and had to take a deep breath to steady herself. She then turned to Tom and removed his cloak, and his pheromones struck Sasha like a wave. Sasha reached out and grabbed each of them on their shoulders; she needed to keep herself steady as her head spun drunk with emotion. She took a deep breath and repeated the mantra in her mind …channel the desire into the power of transformation… she took in another deep breath and centered herself. She turned first to Julia, “Are you relaxed?”
Julia nodded, “Yes.”
She then turned to Tom, “Are you relaxed?”
Tom nodded, “Yes.”
“Can you feel the hawk inside of you?”
Tom and Julia both nodded, “Yes.”
Sasha turned to Julia first. She could feel the heat of Julia’s body on her skin as she took in a deep breath to capture her scent. She felt intoxicated and overcome with lust as the pheromones took hold of her senses, temporarily driving her completely mad with lust… this time Sasha did not fight the intoxication, instead she rode it like little waves of varying intensity, and each one she took and harnessed the power, she lowered her hand to Julia’s clit and began channeling the waves through her base chakra. Julia moaned and groaned as she felt the pulsating in her clit drive up into her base chakra. Sasha continued to twirl and tug at Julia’s clit, increasing the intensity, and just as Julia was about to cum… she leant up and whispered in Julia’s ear… “Become the hawk.”
Julia let out a long, hard screech as she climaxed, she lifted her arms and felt the pinpricks of feathers popping from every pore, and she shrieked as she took the form of the hawk. She flapped her wings steadily as she hovered just a meter off the ground.
Sasha smiled and encouraged her, “You are doing it! You are flying!” She stretched out her arm and Julia landed on it, and she leant down and kissed her on her small forehead and placed her on the perch while she helped Tom with his transformation.
Sasha turned to Tom. Once again she could feel the heat of his body on her skin as she took in a deep breath to capture his scent; she felt intoxicated and even more overcome with lust as his strong Alpha male pheromones took hold of her senses which drove her to her knees… drunk and mad with lust. This time Sasha did not hold back as she allowed the intoxication to control her, she drove her wet, moist mouth over his erect penis and sucked it as she flicked the tip with her tongue. Tom groaned, barely managing to keep himself on his feet, and he placed his hand gently on the back of her head and guided her lips as she moved back and forth keeping the suction tight. She felt the energy rising within his shaft and pulled away just before he climaxed. She needed to stimulate his base chakra in order to complete the transformation and stuck her fingers deep inside to stimulate his g-spot. He was bent over, convulsing with pleasure when she smiled and finally released him, “Become the hawk.”
Tom felt the electricity flowing through his veins and stimulating every pore to burst forth with a pitch-black prickly feather. He let out a massive shriek as he completed his transformation into the black hawk, his strong wings clapping the air as he flapped and hovered over the spot where he had just stood. Once again Sasha held out her arm and Tom grabbed onto it to steady himself. She kissed him on the head and placed him on the perch next to Julia.
Sasha stood there dripping, her clit bursting with electricity while it patiently waited for its turn to be stimulated. Sasha took a deep breath and bit her lip, and she had the cold, sobering thought that Jim was probably standing on the ridge watching her… that was enough to calm her down for now. After this training session she would have a very long and relaxing bath with her little toy. Sasha shook her head clear and focused on her fledglings. She was pleased that they’d managed to hold their own long enough to land on her arm; that was no small feat for a fledgling.
Sasha clapped her hands together, “That was excellent, you guys will be soaring in the sky in no time!”
Sasha proceeded to place a second perch a few feet in front of them. She leant in and whispered to them, “Remember it always feels strange moving in your new form, but you have to learn to trust your instincts and natural abilities. I want you to clear your head of any fear and just take the leap… do not stop to think, because that is when you will stumble and fall.”
She stood back and watched the two fledglings’ flap, immediately leaning too far forward they both flapped again and managed to steady themselves. Julia went first, nervously flapping as she glided off the perch. One… two… three… with each flap she felt the strength building in her wings as she confidently landed on the second perch. Tom followed closely behind, his confidence growing with each flap.
Sasha smiled and had the world of confidence in her two fledglings. She walked to the edge of the paddock about thirty yards from where they sat and looked at them and raised her arms.
Julia leapt up first. She was followed closely by Tom, and the two were now racing to Sasha, their confidence in their new wings growing stronger with each flap. Tom pulled just ahead at the midway point and managed to hold onto his lead as he came in and landed on Sasha’s arm first. Sasha waited for Julia to land and catch her breath before throwing them both up into the air and transforming into her own feathered form, the Raven, then she swooped down low encouraging her fledglings to follow and glided past the obstacles on the course, landing firmly on the top pole of the paddock. Julia tipped one obstacle with her wing and Tom’s claw skirted over another, but all in all it was another near perfect attempt on their first try. As they approached Sasha, she lifted her wings and chased them back to do the course over. They had to get it perfect and after the 20th attempt they landed next to her, breathing heavily and feeling exhausted.
Sasha leapt up and changed into her human form, and Julia and Tom followed. They hugged Sasha, their bodies clammy with sweat and their hearts beating quickly.
Julia gasped, “That was amazing!”
Tom concurred, “I have never felt such a rush!”
Sasha had to politely break herself free from their embraces as their pheromones were simply overwhelming. She held her breath as she leant over and kissed Julia gently on the cheek and passed over her gown. She did the same with Tom and told them both to go and relax for the rest of the afternoon as they would need their strength for tomorrow’s flying lesson across the country
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Chapter 11 It’s the Bastard you know!!
Sasha watched them enter the house and casually walked up the stairs to the cottage. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment that she had never felt before; somehow the thrill of the kill paled in comparison and she thought back to what Pete had said to her the night before. She hadn’t thought of him all morning and now that she was alone, she could finally allow her mind to drift back and process the information. She wondered if he was right. Did she have a special gift with new-born changelings? Or was he just trying to blow spoke up her arse so he could manipulate the situation to his favor? She shook her head and got lost in the memory of his caring, dark green eyes; she could spend days lost in there and had to shake her head hard again just to gain focus and perspective… “What the hell is wrong with me?” She took in a deep breath and wondered if it was something in the fresh country air. She was usually very composed and in control of her emotions… but out here in the relative wilderness she felt like her emotions were controlling her. It felt almost like she was a passenger on a train moving forward without forethought or, more importantly, control.
She sat down in the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She pulled out her phone and her daydreams screeched to a halt as she read the text from Jim:
Good job out there… it’s always a pleasure to watch you work (Winking smiley face emoji) A few more weeks of this and you will be free … keep the end in sight and keep your guard up. Pete will return and when he does, you will have to strike first and ask questions later.
Sasha threw her phone down onto the table and finished her glass of wine. She glanced over to the freestanding bath in the bedroom and smiled. She filled the tub with water and poured herself another glass of wine. Sasha stood in front of the bath and carefully dropped her gown, climbed into the bath and slipped below the bubbles, letting out a sigh of relief as her tense muscles relaxed in the hot soapy water. She put her head under and held her breath to clear her mind.
Her head was still under when she noticed the shadow lurking over the bathtub and she sat up in a flash, sending the water splashing out all over the bedroom floor. She gasped with fright as she struggled to wipe the water from her face and focus on the intruder standing in her midst…Sasha grabbed the soap and aimed, “Tom! You bloody bastard you gave me a fright…What the hell are you doing?”
Tom smirked, dropped his gown and climbed into the bath, leaning on all fours. He seductively looked into her eyes and said, “I thought I would repay the favor!”, and with that he lifted her hips and she let out a little giggle as he dived down with his mouth onto her wet clit. Sasha didn’t have the energy to fight him and her clit wouldn’t let her if she tried. She bit down hard on her lip as Tom moved in gently with his strong tongue. He had obviously done this before and masterfully alternated between quick flicks and long solid suctions, he could feel her excitement building as she moved and squirmed, begging for more. He could taste her strong scented cum in his mouth as she dripped with pleasure, and he smiled as he thrust his tongue into her vagina and felt the muscles in her back tense up as she arched in pleasure. She wanted him inside her and wasn’t going to wait another minute. She pushed his head up and back, looked at him like a crazed banshee and in one smooth move… flicked her hair back and thrust herself onto his hard-erect penis. She rode him hard! Bumping and grinding until they both screamed and convulsed with the multiple orgasms that pulsated like electric shocks through their entwined bodies.
Spent, they collapsed down into the bath. Sasha took some water and splashed her face… still panting and wriggling she laughed as she splashed him with water… “Get out of here… you are supposed to be relaxing!”
He smiled, “Are you complaining?”
Sasha smiled coyly, “No, but you do need to relax… you have a hectic day ahead of you tomorrow!” She splashed him playfully again… “Now get out of here.”
He raised himself up to his feet and climbed out of the bath, smiling coyly back at her, “I’ll see you in the morning, ma’am!”
She watched his cute, tight butt walk out the bathroom and slumped back down in the bath totally relaxed, had a sip of her wine and played absent-mindedly with her hair.
She took in a deep breath and slipped under the water for the second time; she loved the sensation of being totally submerged. To her surprise she saw a shadow appear over her bath again, she slid up slowly this time and playfully said, “I thought I told you to go home!” But this time as she wiped the water from her face, she got a different scent… one that sent a wave of panic rushing down her spine. Sasha had no chance to react as she felt the hard, cold needle stab her flesh; instantaneously injecting the toxin into her body. She tried to struggle and fight off the effects of the drug but within seconds she slipped back under the water. She lay there motionless for what felt like an eternity, unable to move or fight, and with each passing second, she slipped closer to the abyss of unconsciousness. With a hard and sudden jolt her body lifted out of the water and her lungs filled with air again. She got a good whiff of her assailant as he carried her over his shoulder and threw her on the bed like a sack of potatoes. This would be the last thing she would remember before she drifted into the pitch-black void of her unconscious mind.
Book 2
INTO THE
VOID
THE FLEDGLINGS’ MENTOR
Chapter 1 Into the Void
Sasha heard a faint echo in the darkness, “Hello?” her voice echoed back at her as she cried out a second time, “Is anyone out there?” …. Out there…. Out there… She heard her own voice echoing back at her and immediately realized she was disconnected, not only from her body but from her inner wolf, raven and cobra; their voices had gone quiet and she couldn’t sense or feel their presence. Fear grew inside her as the realization set in that she was stuck in the void! This was not the first time she had found herself in this place… in fact this was where her fear of dark silent places had arisen from. She had always thought of the void as hell. The Ancient Israelites called it Sheol and the Ancient Greeks called it Hades. She was trapped… for a minute? … An hour? … A day? … or for eternity? In her mind she always knew that this place, this empty void, this nothingness, would be her punishment for all the souls she had sent to the grave. Was she dead, or just teetering on the far edges of the great abyss? She didn’t know as her mind began to lose itself in the endless memories she had stored. There was no time and no order or structure in this abyss, only jumbled and confused memories all seeking your attention; moments of lucidity are few and far between.
Sasha tried to think, she tried to focus on how she’d ended up here, but instead her mind drifted back to when she was three years old. Sasha was a child again, and she sat reading a book. She tried to read the words, but they made no sense to her young mind; she looked over at the pictures, and she stopped and smiled as she remembered the book; Little Red Riding Hood. Suddenly a voice spoke, breaking the silence, “You know the wolf dies in the end?” She glanced back at the ghostly figures and as they slowly began to take form, she realized that this was the day she had met Marcelle and Jim … it was the day she left the orphanage! Strangely, it was also her only memory of the orphanage, and she wondered for a second if it had even been an orphanage at all? She couldn’t remember anything before that day…her memory from that age seemed hazy at best.
Before she could answer those questions, her mind drifted on and a new memory found itself playing back. She immediately recognized the memory; it was her first kill… her first human kill, in any case. She tried to remember his name, but before she could, her mind darted back in time once again.
She could feel her heart racing, the blood pumping in her ears, her lungs fighting for oxygen… she tried to pull the packet off her face but her hands were bound… she could hear Marcelle’s muffled voice, “Don’t give into her cries, Jim… this will force her to change….” Everything began to fade around her and she remembered entering the a
byss… the cold, eerily silent, black abyss.
Her memories shifted again; she was about 10, chained outside like a dog along with a few other students, the ice-cold hail stinging their flesh as the children cried out and fought in vain against their restraints. She remembered looking up at the back door as it opened, momentarily casting light over the dark, wet courtyard. Jim came running out with an umbrella… he was angry with them and began shouting, “Shut the fuck up, you are all useless pieces of shit and I am sick of your complaining!” With that he took out his cane and proceeded to beat the children. Sasha remembered feeling the cane bite into her cold, damp skin over and over as he struck her and the other children in an uncontrolled fit of rage.
Her memory shifted again, and she was back in the void. She remembered the blinding light of the Mother Goddess breaking through the dark, empty abyss and obliterating the silence with her angelic voice… “Become the wolf”… that was the first time she’d shifted… she tried to remember… it was just after she left the orphanage…
Sasha’s mind continued to wonder through her dark and painful childhood, each memory an integral part of the metaphoric wall she used to stay disconnected from the people she meets, as this is the only way she can do what she does… she has to block herself off from her emotions and stay numb.
Finally, Sasha’s mind drifted off into a brief moment of lucidity, and she heard the same angelic voice shattering the silence of the abyss, “You need to focus Sasha…I still have work for you… control your thoughts and go back.”
Sasha tried to focus and slowly started replaying her final moments in her head. Tom was there… she remembered Tom… she smiled… Tom was definitely there! She pushed herself to focus… she remembered slipping under the water… the shooting pain of the cold needle as it hit her arm… the shadow hovering over her and … and that scent… that distinctive fucking scent. Sasha felt the rage well up inside her like a volcano preparing to explode and let out a mighty scream as she jolted back into consciousness, her body twisting and contorting as she tried to break free from the bear restraints, “You fucking bastard… I am going to rip you to shreds!” Her bed groaned and creaked as she fought to free herself.