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It happened as Lady Debra predicted, yet it took us by surprise.
Kaye, Andrea, and I thought the main purpose of our expedition was to retrieve plant samples from a particularly remote area of the Brazilian rainforest, and interview a tribe about uses of those plants. That’s what we thought, and that’s what we’d planned.
As a whim, and having done this kind of thing before, we decided to book a week at a resort in Cancún on the way back -- we were in for a long, hard, ugly month of work, and the prospect of a week unwinding was quite appealing. Especially since afterwards, we’d be returning to a New England winter!
We thought we’d have to sneak that part past our advisors, even though we were paying for that week ourselves. We planned to do some research as well.
We thought Hoskins had caught us, calling us in two days before our departure. Waiting outside his office, we were worried. You don’t try and pull anything over on him. Get turned into a toad, you will, or worse!
When we were ushered in, I don’t think any of us had any idea...
“My Lady,” I whispered in surprise and awe... Lady Debra, as she wished to be addressed, seldom seen outside her quarters, a Lady gifted with Sight, sitting next to Hoskins.
“Gloria, Andrea, Katherine,” she intoned. “You seek brass, but you will return with gold...”
Uh oh... What were we in for?
“Andrea, take this,” she said, holding out a folded piece of paper.
Andrea stepped forward, bowed in respect, took it, and stepped back.
“You will find what you seek, yet when you stop seeking, you will find more,” she intoned, reading from her Book, reading the words which had come to her.
Oh great -- a simple field trip turning into a Quest!
“He will answer your secrets, in silver and grey. Though he wears his devotion to The Lady openly, and recites it to you, you will doubt him!”
“You must prepare him before he steps onto sacred ground, for he will call upon the Gods, and they will answer!”
Then with a wave of her hand, dismissing us, “It is written, what you need to review, what you need to take. You will not fail. You can not fail.”
She returned to silence, lowering her head. We bowed and backed out of the room.
Outside, Andrea was looking over the notes, wild-eyed. “Oh shit!”
“What?” I asked, moving closer.
She folded it up, shaking her head. “Not supposed to show you. We’ve got some more stuff to pack. God, this is weird! But it’s going to be a wild ride!”
She told us what else to pack -- materials for rituals of binding, the soft and sensual path, saying we’d all get a chance, and get a chance to use some of the materials we were to collect. What did that mean, I asked? Andrea didn’t know the answer. Materials for rituals of protection, for individuals, and for a group; materials for the ritual of the Spirit Warrior. That one I didn’t know. Looking around, neither did anyone else. That’s okay, Andrea told us, we’ll learn it.
We packed; things were waiting for us in our shared quarters, all save for what we’d be collecting. We reviewed, and studied anew.
In the ritual of the Spirit Warrior, we would bind ourselves to our Warrior, pledging our support, sharing with him our Strengths. There were two versions of the ritual, the hard path, and the soft path. The hard path was crossed out, the soft path circled. This was going to be interesting!
We studied and reviewed more, and when we reached Brazil, we forgot all about it, focusing on our collection tasks.
A month of hard work, hard travel, disappointment and success, challenging all our skills and training.
But we made it, collecting what we’d set out to collect, that and more. We worked together well. We gave our finds to a sister who would have them shipped back for us. It was only when she parceled out bits of some materials for us to carry that we remembered our other challenge.
All this work, this had been brass?
After a month in the rainforest, eighteen hours in Manaus, a seeming eternity of airports and planes, being tempted to use our skills against any number of petty male bureaucrats, through Mexico City, to Cancún, and finally the blessed relief of an air-conditioned room, a shower, and an infinite supply hot, clean, water.
We’d forgotten again, two days later, getting on the tour bus to the Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza. We’d spent two days doing some serious unwinding -- sleeping, eating, drinking, swimming in a beautiful pool, scrubbing ourselves clean.
Sitting on the bus, chatting gossiping among ourselves in Spanish and a bit of Portuguese, feeling quite smug sitting in a sea of Anglos, talking about the man sitting in the row in front of us. We watched him get on, walking with ease and a smile, sandy brown hair with streaks of grey pulled back in a pony tail, a silver ring holding his hair, something silver and sparkling in his left ear. An air of ease and confidence in him. He could be one of our instructors... Andrea laughed, the only profs we have that are that good looking are gay...
So unlike the fat pig we’d seen by the pool yesterday, belly hanging over a Speedo swimsuit! Yuk! Kaye wondered what the guy in front of us would look like in a swimsuit...
I wondered aloud, in Spanish, if he was available for dinner...
Without turning or looking at us, he answered in perfect Spanish, asking if we meant tonight or tomorrow?
Oops!
“He will answer your secrets, in silver and grey ...” Her words came back to me.
I looked to Kaye and Andrea, goosebumps running up my arms. He was the one?
He introduced himself, we introduced ourselves. We moved up to sit with him; I sat next to him. He was the Spirit Warrior we were to bind, to protect? Ah, his grandmother a Native American witch... The sparkle in his blue eyes... He excused himself to visit the restroom in the back of the bus, taking his bag with him.
“He’s the one?” Andrea hissed.
“I don’t think so,” Kaye dissed with a shake of her head, frowning.
He returned, seating himself gracefully. A college prof -- physics, math, and yoga? It was an interesting grouping. We talked more. I wanted to look at his ring; he took it off and handed it to me. Smooth silver with an opal. It didn’t look commercial somehow. When I asked, he told us he’d made it, and the earring. Looking inside the ring, was there something written in it? Flowing script... Andrea’s eyes are better than mine; I handed it to her.
Kaye was holding it when he spoke, sending goosebumps over me again. The inscription was, “An it harm none, do what thou will .”
Kaye immediately said something nasty.
Andrea’s eyes went wide as she took the ring back and handed it to me.
I nodded. She’d said, “Though he wears his devotion to The Lady openly, and recites it to you, you will doubt him! ”
But he took it well, apologizing, I saw Kaye go a little pale; she must have remembered. We all apologized. I asked if he was going on the Grotto tour Thursday. I thought about practicing the Soft Binding there -- that would be intense!
And to reconfirm the point, when we got off the bus and watched others stream past, he pointed to a group laughing and drinking beer, and said, “They walk on sacred ground.”
If I hadn’t peed before I got off the bus, I would have, right there! We had to do it here? So soon?
Andrea diverted us quickly, pulling us to a bench, calling for sunscreen.
As he dug into his pack, I glanced to Andrea, who made a hand-sign for binding. I nodded and glanced to Kaye, who nodded and smiled.
We’d discussed it, somewhat abstractly, but now it was time... We’d agreed to go with our strengths. According to Lady Debra’s instructions, we were to do the first part of the Soft Binding, then the Spirit Warrior, before stepping onto sacred ground. We knew that abstractly, but when we got on the bus this morning, we had no clue it would be here, or with him!
Andrea would take him, that was her strength. Softly, with a touch, she would melt him into her, opening him. I would do the first part of the Soft Binding, my strength, and together we would do the Spirit Warrior. Kaye, young Kaye, fireball Kaye, would Protect us all -- small, fast, and nasty -- and we love her dearly!
When Andrea stepped in front of him and touched his head, we heard him sigh. Oh, she is so good at that! His head went forward against her body and she held him, a blissful smile on her face. I touched his neck, and started the Soft Binding, Kaye bridging from me to Andrea.
That was the first time we felt him, felt the strength, the potential, the hunger, and the pain inside him. And surrounding it all was a feeling of good, a desire to teach, to help. I repeated the words of the Binding; before they had been words, now they came from my heart, and I felt the same from my sisters; binding him to us, and us to him. Repeating the Spirit Warrior, opening him to new visions, sent a current of energy through us all.
We woke him, and started our quest. Our instructions were even more vague here. Well, that’s what you get from an Oracle.
We’d wanted to find the Spirit House. We knew where the building had been; Andrea was sure we could find it once we got a solid fix from one end of the ball court, so that’s where we headed.
He’s new at this -- he doesn’t know what’s happening! Have we opened him up too much? This place is a place of incredible power!
I was concerned when we passed through the first veil. I went through first, then looked back to see him follow, with a dazzled look on his face. Kaye stepped through and to his side, anchoring herself to him. He smiled, putting his arm around her, and becoming more solid again. Andrea stepped through and took the lead; I went to his other side.
Standing at one end of the ball court, while Andrea worked out her numbers. He was looking into the distance, looking through the veil.
“What are you doing?” I asked, steadying him.
He smiled, still looking afar, oh so far... “Hearing cheers and screaming, smelling sweat and blood, chocolate and cinnamon.”
We held his hands, pulling him back. Andrea had her mark. We knew it was on the other side of Kukulkan, but now we knew quite accurately. It made sense to visit the Temple on the way.
Oh, but we almost lost him on the climb up! I should have known, passing through the nine veils. As we climbed, the people around us faded. We were Bound to him, and he was pulling us into a different world! Hunched over, climbing almost on all fours, I glanced up to see him standing straight, walking, shimmering, fading! Kaye and I scrambled to catch up, scrambling after him as he went into the Temple at the top, reaching for him, barely able to touch him, pulling him back! With Andrea with us, we managed, and hugged him. Kaye looked so frightened! Andrea was still catching her breath.
He hugged us, oh that felt so good! He felt solid again!
Although we’d seen plenty of people at the top when we started our climb, we were the only ones present -- goosebumps ran over me as I realized we were the only ones present on this side of the veil .
He asked about the inscriptions, pointing to the start of a long passage. How could he know that’s where it started? I’d studied this material for years before understanding that!
I explained, reading it. As I did, I felt the room, the space around us change. Shimmering, roiling of power, of presence... I knew, somehow, I had to complete the inscription; it would be very bad to stop here. I felt Kaye at my side, casting Protection, casting with a strength and certainty I’d never experienced before. Part of me gave her strength, that it would be strong and certain enough!
Space around us shimmered, taking on a different feel.
He was Taken -- he stripped to his shorts, stepped out of his sandals. Hanging from a chain on his chest was a pentacle, a large central opal shining with fire.
He stepped forward, out of the temple and into the light. We followed. So hazy, shimmering -- I couldn’t see the ground! Or could I? Was it filled with people? The stone -- the edges were sharp, fresh! The inscriptions I’d been reading -- they’d been so clear, so clean!
He raised his hands, stepped one foot back, bending a knee.
He looked up to the Sun, the sky, and Called! I have never heard such a sound!
“He will call upon the Gods, and they will answer !”
The Call came from him. The sky roiled and darkened. Hands and eyes open, he Called. We felt Their Answer flood into him!
A last effort of sound from him, he bent forward, hands touching the sacred rock of Kukulkan. We rushed to him. Touching him was an electric shock, and more. We held him, pulling him back to the Temple, feeling the energy surge in us, pulling him back to us.
He spun, he shimmered, reaching for us, reaching through another veil.
I grabbed his head and kissed him.
Energy ripped through me as I held on, hearing Kaye screaming Protection, feeling her, feeling Andrea. I gave myself to him.
We fell back, all four of us. Once again, we were in a space which was warm and dark.
“We’ve got to get out of here, and to the House,” Andrea told us.
He was still dazed; they dressed him. I grabbed my camera and took as many pictures of the inscriptions as I could, trying to remember which areas had been especially worn. I grabbed Andrea’s digital videocam, flipped on the light, and started recording, going slow. Things were so sharp, so clear!
“Stop that! We have to GO!” Kaye hissed.
I packed away the goodies.
We headed out, and down. “Stay in the same veil; stay with him!” I called.
I scrambled down as quickly as I could, letting Kaye and Andrea lead him. As on the journey up, we passed through nine veils. With each veil, we saw more people, above and below us. The rock became more weathered and worn. People were abuzz; something wild had happened, but nobody was sure just what! One thing for certain, menacing dark clouds were overhead! I looked over my shoulder, down to the ground, and saw uniformed men rushing up the Temple steps.
Listening to people gathered at the bottom, it was scary. From where they stood, the top had gone blurry. An old native woman said that a plumed God came out and Called to the Winged God; he was tall, golden, plumed, and called to Chac Mool.
A guard called her an old fool. Others cried out that they had seen Him, and heard his Cry -- look at the sky! There is the answer!
Andrea and Kaye brought him to my side. He shimmered. I stood between him and the others.
Kaye flashed Protection again, stepping to the lead. The guard demanded in Spanish what we’d seen.
Kaye replied, “What?” in flat English, a hand behind her back waving for us to go.
The guard demanded in English -- what had we seen?
Kaye responded, lots of jungle, why? Is it going to rain? Do you sell Pepsi here?
He waved us away in disgust.
Andrea led us to a clump of trees surrounding a small clearing.
He slipped away from us -- and walked into the clearing, turning left, walking a ways, turning and walking -- into a door? Into a building we couldn’t see! I rushed along his path.
He walked a ways, took off his pack, and sat on it. He shimmered, still. I wondered what Patty, or one of my sisters who interpreted auras, would see if she were here?
There he sat. If I wanted, I could see him golden and plumed, his skin dark and adorned.
“We need to bring him back, ground him,” Kaye said, stepping to my side.
“Uh, here?” Andrea asked.
“Take him again; take him deep,” I told her. “I’ll do the rest.”
She pulled up her top and bra as she reached into a side pocket of her pack for a sprayer. A light misting on her breasts, she stepped forward.
I’d seen her do this before; she’d done it to me before. I tingled, watching as she reached for him, holding his head, caressing, pulling him to her breasts, connecting him to a perfumed nipple. His arms went around her waist. She started her wordless song, and we heard him sigh.
That’s it; he’s done. I moved closer.
But Kaye stopped me.
In her arms, he took a deep breath and squeezed her! He squeezed her, inhaling, running his hands up her back!
Andrea moaned, her head back. She moved her hands on his head, her lips moving in incantation as her body buckled and wracked in ecstasy. She held on, squeezing him, moving his head around, her lips still moving.
His hands slowed and loosened, falling once more to Andrea’s waist. She took a breath and returned to her song, holding him, rocking him, taking him deeper.
Kaye pulled at me; we raced to Andrea’s side. Everyone holding on, I cast Binding as Kaye once more cast Protection. I’d wondered earlier, why the emphasis on Binding? I knew now -- we were his anchor, holding him in our World, on our side of the Veil.
The air around us shimmered once more.
I sighed, and heard Andrea and Kaye sigh. Opening my eyes I saw Andrea. She looked at me and hung her mouth open as if to say, “What a trip!”
I looked to Kaye. She was looking up into the green canopy above us. It was dark, and getting darker!
“Uh oh...” Kaye said ominously.
I could smell it before it hit. Rain!
We needed to find cover; the food stands near the bus parking were a few hundred yards away.
He was groggy waking up, Andrea had him so deep. His first response was to hold and suck on her more. He shook that off as the rain hit him.
He was confused, big surprise! We hauled him with us, listening to booming crashes of thunder.
People were hollering, running for cover. Ours was one of the few busses in the lot; we ran for it, hoping someone was inside to open the door! There were three people ahead of us, and the door opened for them! We won! We scrambled into the bus, and to more or less where we’d been sitting. He went in first, and I went in, pretty much on top of him. He clutched me, holding tight, his head between my breasts. I held him, whispering to him that he was safe.
Andrea slid alongside, moving his head so he was mouthing my breast through my soaked top and bra. She repositioned my hand; it instantly felt much better, and he moaned in agreement.
People piled back on to the bus, shrieking, laughing, shaking off water. It was pouring outside!
The rain let up a bit, to a minor storm. Our guide came along the aisle, counting us.
“Oh, two of you there!” he said, passing us. I’d forgotten how closely I was holding him, how good it felt.
A few more people on the bus. and our guide spoke up. “Any objections to heading back to Cancún?”
Chants of “No!,” and “Let’s go!”
“Good!” our guide agreed. The bus pulled out of the parking lot.
About fifteen minutes later, people on the bus were settling in, but still making noise about what happened.
Our guide spoke up, over the speakers in the bus. “How many of you saw him?” he asked. Murmurs from the crowd. “I swear by my saintly Abuelita ,” our guide said, “I saw him, and I heard him! I saw the Golden One, standing on the steps of El Castillo, and heard him call out. I hope this is the answer he wanted. I know we need the rain, but por Dios , not all at once!”
I looked down and saw Bob looking up at me. I nodded in answer to his glance.
Andrea got up, walked to the front, spoke to the driver, and took the microphone. “My name is Andrea Delaney; I’m an anthropologist. For any of you staying at the Village, if you have pictures, especially digital ones, I’d like to get copies of them. I’m willing to coordinate and share what people have.”
An idiot a few rows away called out, “What’s your room number, honey?”
The four of us were boiling with energy; I could feel it. Andrea glowered at the lout -- the fingers on her right hand flicked intricately and he made a gurgling sound as the curse hit him. I’d never seen her do that so quick!
“I’m serious about this,” she ended up, and walked back to us, not even glancing down at the clown she’d clobbered. Oh well, it looked like a temporary one... I thought of the lecherous Brazilian customs inspector who crossed her, and now had a passion for goats...
“Nice job,” Kaye whispered.
“Yeah,” Andrea huffed.
Bob held me, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. Oh, I wanted him, to be naked with him! To have him inside me, to ride him, to hold him and be in his arms! I felt the energy build again, from him, through him. I glanced across the aisle, where Kaye looked at me in panic.
I took a breath. It was still attached to him, still part of him, and as long as it was, it would affect us all. Wow! I took a centering breath, calming us both.
The feelings eased as he moved his head, nestling between my breasts. I held him and rocked him. Andrea hopped over. Whispering, she stroked the back of his neck, the side of his face, melting him in my arms. As I smiled to Andrea, she did the same to me, touching the side of my face as she pressed his head into my breasts. What a glorious way to go!
Yet aspects of it were deep, dark, troubling. Dark energy roiled on the horizon even as we shared the pleasure and comfort of contact.
I woke with such an itch -- I wanted to pull up my top and bra, to feel his mouth on my breast, to... I took another breath and sighed it out. When I turned my head, Andrea was smirking at me, as was Kaye. We were on the outskirts of Cancún, and it was raining like mad.
I started to move; Andrea slipped by my side.
“Let’s re-anchor,” she whispered. “Never know when we’ll need it.”
I nodded and let her work her part of the magic, feeling him respond in my embrace.
We’d had two guides at the start of our river journey. The second night out, something told me we should cast binding and protection. The first one, Carlos, went fine. He would not harm us. The second one was a far different story. Andrea and I opened him up enough to see that he was intent on ripping us off for whatever we found, and still entertaining ideas of selling us to white slavers. He met with a nasty “accident” the next day. He’ll live. We made our river journey with Carlos, and while we had problems, they were minor, and weren’t from him.
Andrea had him at the right depth. I did the binding, him to me, me to him. I moved and Andrea took my place. I’m good -- I can have just about anyone melt in my arms in two minutes or less. But Andrea has a special gift. Touching your hands, your face, you won’t last twenty seconds. The more of your skin she can touch, the better. And if she holds you to one of her nipples...
I heard his soft, muffled moan. “Will you do me, please, some time soon?” I whispered in Andrea’s ear. She gave me a lusty smile in return, and did something to make him moan again. She already had him bound to her in a way I couldn’t duplicate, but I redid the bindings my way. As I bound her to him she closed her eyes, sighing, smiling, holding him...
Andrea kissed him on the top of the head. I turned and waved to Kaye. She frowned, so I motioned again, as did Andrea.
“Why bother?” she hissed in my ear. “With you two around, why would he look at me? Wh ... ooh...”
Andrea’s touch once more... She helped me move Kaye into position, wrapping the two of them together. Bob settled in, his mouth searching once more.
Kaye has a self-image problem when it comes to men. She’s short, with a lithe, thin build. “Boyish” isn’t unreasonable. A year and a half ago at school, someone played a mean prank on her, claiming to have a sure-fire way to give her a curvy figure and C-cup breasts. They played her along for months before one of the senior instructors got interested, and turned it out as a cruel hoax. They were expelled through Monica’s Fire, stripping them of their skills and all memories of the school, and scattered about the globe. Kaye was told a day later, and made to promise she would not seek further revenge. She promised, but I still hope she never finds any of them.
And yet with all that baggage, she is such a minx in bed! She is so hot, so tasty, and so talented! And she did pass her required Tantra classes...
I could hear part of what Andrea was whispering to her, reminding her of two nights ago when we shared a bed together, the joy she gave, the joy she shared... Andrea nodded and I did the bindings. She held them together while I popped back to the loo. When I returned, we woke Kaye, who sighed and smiled, and hugged us both before moving back to her seat. I took Bob in my arms again, resting another few minutes before we pulled up to the resort.
Some people -- we had to yell at the driver to get him to turn the bus around, so we could run through the pouring rain from the bus door to the resort door without having to run around the damn bus! I woke Bob, gathered our things, and we dashed through the downpour.
“Our room,” Kaye called out, heading for the stairs. Andrea and I nodded. We needed to contemplate our next step, and we couldn’t do it in the midst of all these people.
Our room was a mess -- facing the ocean, the storm was blowing water past the door and the windows.
Bob’s room was on the other side, the lagoon side -- sheltered! We’d left our more exotic materials packed up, and under protection spells; we gathered those and toiletries and headed to his room.
His was a larger room, sheltered, and dry. The storm buffeted the building, the winds howling around us. Kaye started unpacking her Protection materials.
Andrea pulled me over to Kaye. “No, the first part we do without wards,” Andrea whispered to us. To Kaye’s questioning glance, Andrea added, “She says so.”
“Okay,” Kaye asked, “then what did she tell us to do?”
Andrea took a breath. “She wasn’t that specific.”
Big surprise, she’s an oracle, right? That’s the way oracles are!
“He’s obviously still connected...”
“No shit,” Kaye interrupted.
Andrea just nodded. “So we need to reconnect him, and help him release.”
“Release?” Kaye said. “Release?” she repeated, thrusting her hips.
Andrea nodded. “And here we do have some guidance. Kaye, you’re first, then Gloria, then me. Once we’re sure the release has worked, we need you to set the wards and protect us.”
“Okay,” Kaye said, without much enthusiasm.
Andrea gave her a hug. “Talk to him. Gloria and I need to do something.”
Kaye nodded.
He was standing by the window, looking out at the storm, still in wet clothes. We were all in wet clothes. He was holding himself, his shoulders hunched forward, rounded. Definitely not the stance of One-Who-Calls-the-Gods.
“Pull the mattress out of the sofa bed and put it on the bed,” Andrea told me.
“Why?” I asked.
“The right height -- images I got when he almost got away from me in the House -- taking us on an Altar.”
She saw the concern in my expression, and shook her head. “He, they, whoever it is, considers us his wives. We’re safe -- we’re not virgins.”
“That’s for sure,” I agreed as I helped drag the mattress onto the big bed.
Kaye turned him slowly away from the window.
“I... I’m responsible for this,” he said in a wavering voice.
“Have you ever hit a baseball through a window?” she accosted him.
He looked confused and responded, “No.”
She sighed in exasperation. “Is the baseball responsible for breaking the window?”
He took half a step back from her verbal assault. “No,” he managed to say.
She stepped closer, in his face. “Of course it is! The baseball broke the window! Can you deny that?”
I nodded, smiling. Good approach Kaye, but way too intellectual... He’s practically in shock right now, his intellect severely compromised.
Kaye gripped his arms, looking into his face. “You are no more responsible for this than the baseball is for breaking a window...”
“But... How... I don’t know...” He puttered out, standing there.
I stepped to his side, putting a hand on his back. He was tense, so tense. “She’s right. We’re witches. We entered sacred ground -- you realized that. We entered a place of great power. You are being used as a conduit, a connection. We need to break the connection, the circuit. We need your help. Help me, help us.” That’s the way, I thought, appeal to his inner desire to help. “Will you help me?” I whispered.
I glanced to Kaye, who smiled and stepped closer. “Will you help me?” she whispered.
I glanced back and saw Andrea setting her videocamera on a table, pointing it our way. Good girl! We’d get extra brownie points for that!
Andrea joined us, and with a hand on his back, relaxing him visibly, she asked, “Will you help me?”
He was a bit shaky, but he said, “Yes.” After a breath, he asked, “What do I do?”
Good damn question! Andrea turned him to the window, to the storm. She stepped partially behind him, pulling me to her side and pointing to his ears. I nodded -- one of us speaking in each ear, a very powerful technique. She closed her eyes slowly.
I took that as my hint. “Close your eyes,” I whispered to him.
As I did, Andrea whispered, “Reach out, as you did before.”
We were holding him, and each other. “We’re here with you,” I whispered.
“Relax and reach out,” “Relax, we’re here with you,” we whispered.
Lifting his arms, opening his hands -- and we felt it. We felt the connection with the awesome power around us, heard it in his breath, and felt it as he stood straighter, taller, poised yet more relaxed.
I’ve studied possession; we all have. But I’d not experienced it before. A flowing, ebbing and flowing, like the tide. I couldn’t pick a point in time and say, “it happened there ,” but just the same, I was aware it had.
“Help me; I’m scared,” Andrea whispered.
“Help me; it’s too much,” I whispered.
The presence in him solidified. He raised his hands higher. He was answered with thunder, lightning, wind. All the lights went out. I felt Kaye act behind us; the candles she’d set out sprang into light.
He turned more toward the window, the storm, and spoke. He spoke in a language I didn’t know. It felt right for where we were; ancient Indian roots. I hoped Andrea’s recorder was still going.
He paused and turned to us. As he looked into us, I felt strength, incredible strength, benevolence, and lust!
Quickly, so quickly, Kaye was out of her clothes, kissing him, touching him!
His response was so surprising -- for each meridian she touched, stroked, he inflamed a corresponding meridian on her. Soon she was trembling in his embrace, moaning and fluttering as he held her in his arms, her feet dangling off the floor. As if she was light as a feather, he put her atop our makeshift altar and quickly stepped out of his own clothes.
I hope the camera caught that ... How much of this would he retain? Impressive, very impressive.
But rather than impale her as I’d expected, he ran his hands over her body, chanting. Swirling his hands around her breasts, she moaned, arching her back. He slid his hands down her body, squeezing her waist, caressing her hips, speaking strongly, rhythmically.
He parted her legs...
And knelt on his right knee, moving in to eat her!
The storm was noisy, but she was noisier!
After bringing her to a number of strong orgasms, he stood, placed her legs over his shoulders, and entered her. Thrusting, chanting, as she moaned. Things approached a climax -- her sound and movement, his movement, his chanting, the storm around us.
Climax all around us, torrents of energy flowing. But the storm lessened, Kaye whimpered a bit and sighed, going limp. He leaned forward, kissing her, caressing her. Slipping out of her, he picked her up and carried her to an open spot at the head of the bed. He put her down, kissing her once again.
He stood and walked to the window, looking out. He raised his hands to shoulder level, his head looking up, palms up in silence.
He turned and looked at me.
Lust filled me -- he was my Lord, and I needed him, now! I tore off my clothes and rushed into his arms, kissing him, feeling his arms around me, needing him.
His touch was electricity and fire. I felt him, kissed him, needed him.
He turned me to my stomach, leaning me over the altar, grasping my hips. His voice, so strong; his hands, so strong. I turned my legs, my hips, opening myself to him.
He pushed into me, filling me with his heat. Holding my hips, thrusting into me as I pushed back. So good, but I wanted more! His hands moved up my body, searing, tingling. Touching my breasts, my first orgasm as I pushed back against him and he pulled into me. His weight coming down on top of me, I tucked my chin and felt his lips and teeth on my neck, sending me over the edge again. Coming, intensely, continuously, finally feeling him fill me, oh so good. The edge of his teeth turned to the softness of his kisses, his hands caressing me, turning me, carrying me. A full, deep kiss -- I whimpered as my Lord left my side.
Some part of me needed to watch, to observe, to be present. Kaye moved against me, touching. Her mouth found one of my nipples, crashing us both to orgasm once again.
Things on the bed moved -- the mattress we’d put on it moved to the floor. Holding Kaye to me, part of me flooded with warmth and pleasure, I watched him.
He looked at Andrea.
She smiled and undressed, slowly, provocatively. She sat on the mattress, holding out a hand to him.
As he moved to sit by her, her hands moved over his body, oh with such skill! I heard him draw a sharp breath.
And as he drew her closer, her head went back and she moaned as a flush spread down her body. He pulled her into his lap, impaling her, reaching under her arms and pulling down on her shoulders.
Her head back, face filled with pleasure, she moaned and writhed in his grasp. He moaned and bit her neck, squeezing her.
Oh what a battle! I could tell by the way she moved, by the way her stomach undulated, she was doing everything she could. And yet everything she did influenced her as much as it did him. He squeezed, held, stroked. She did the same, urging his head to her breasts. I think he realized that would be his doom, a soft, sensuous doom. Ah, what a way to go!
They both moaned and sighed, a duel both would eventually win!
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a fair fight. I rolled off the bed behind him, moving quietly yet quickly, dripping gloriously as I did.
Andrea got a hand free, and danced it up his neck as she did something delicious. He moaned, his head going back for a moment, his eyes closed.
I moved on my knees, pulling him to a nipple, my hands holding his head instinctively.
I held on through a crashing orgasm, cradling, holding his head as he sucked and moaned.
It was happening, so close, so strong! I felt Kaye’s touch, her hands on us, saw her tongue go into his ear, throwing us all over the edge.
“Kaye, protection!” I managed to call.
She managed to stand. I collapsed, feeling the coolness of the wards as they formed around us.
“Let’s move to the big bed,” Kay suggested, pulling on me.
Bob was barely with us; we dragged him to the bed. Andrea was glowing; I imagine I was as well. Kaye definitely was -- and she looked different, somehow. Moving around, he got an arm around me. I pulled him to a nipple, settling him in. That first contact was electric! As my eyes closed, I saw Kaye wrap herself around Andrea. I think the storm faded as I did.
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Phantasy in Progress
Rev 11/21/2004
Capturing the Eye of the Storm
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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