Raising his head and looking toward the Wall of Visions, a sense of urgency struck him. Pushing himself up off from the bed, he quickly moved into place in front of the wall. With a flick of his thick wrist, the Wall of Visions came to life. What it presented to him took his breath away. Maybe there was still hope?
There upon a crowded beach stood a voluptuous siren holding the Amulet To Ametheysea. The sun emitted streams of luminosity down on her hair giving her an angelic appearance, like the beautiful plump cherubs once painted in ancient times cherished and desired for their full, ripe figures. She was knee deep in the water, just staring at the amulet in her hands. What delicate hands she had. The amulet was almost the size of her palm. She was small in stature, maybe reaching just above his waistline. He moaned at the thought of her lips so near his cock. Those rosy full lips wrapped around his hardening staff were vivid, erotic images in his mind. “How luscious you are, my mate. You couldn't be more perfect if I'd dreamt you. Damn, I love those lips."
Seadale let his right hand brush down his taunt stomach until it rested atop the bulge between his legs. He pushed down the waistband of his flimsy harem pants, letting his erection spring free of its restrains. Wrapping his fist around his cock, he stroked it from base to tip, stopping to run his thumb through the liquid dripping at the head of his sex. It caused his eyes to narrow in pleasure and his tongue to rim his lips in hot licks, thinking about that wicked lush mouth pursed around his straining, hard sex. Seadale could just imagine her sprawled on bended knee, head buried face deep in his groin, working his cock over with a vengeance. His wet glistening sex pulsed and rocked in and out of her swollen lips and hollowed-out cheeks. The primal urge to come, curled up his spine, fast and furious. It startled him with its quick intensity. He'd never had an orgasm this quickly or this overpowering before. “Heavenly Fates I am going to come. A strangled roar erupted deep within his chest, as his cock sent strands of warm, white pearly liquid, spurting onto his fisted hand and floor. “Gods I needed that,” he groaned.
With his sexual appetite appeased for the moment, Seadale pictured in his mind that his cock, hand, clothing and floor were clean and tidy and then it was so. Magic was a wonderful thing to have at hand, so to speak. He cracked an arrogant smile at his own wittiness. “Sometimes I just slay myself."
He watched her diligently walk up to everyone she could to see if someone would claim the necklace. Seadale smiled at her honesty. If only she knew, she was the true owner of the Amulet To Ametheysea. His heart sped up in anticipation of getting his hands on his Mate-of-Souls. He conjured more images in this mind of her under him thrashing in ecstasy, submitting to him, begging for him. It made him growl with the unholy desires of the impending ravishment of his petite, fleshy morsel—his Mate-of-Souls...
* * * *
Kelsey had run an ad in the lost and found section of her local paper for a week, but everyone who called never came close to the description of the necklace she possessed.
Staring down at it in her opened jewelry chest, sitting on top of her dresser, it really would go perfectly with the all-black silk pants and oversized matching blouse she was wearing to the gallery showing of her paintings she was attending tonight.
She'd forgotten about the writing on the back, as she again looked it over in unbelievable awe. Going into the kitchen, she looked through her junk drawer in search of the retractable magnifying glass she'd bought to help her in painting the fine details on her paintings.
"Ah, there it is."
In fancy delicate script, Kelsey read aloud the engraving around the rim on the backside of the pendant, turning it slowly counter clockwise as each word was revealed beneath the magnifying glass. “Worn by my true love, the sea will bind thee from above, only a wish away from love."
She held the pendant dangling in front of her eyes fascinated by the mystery of the unknown owner and the romance attached to it. “That is so romantic. I wonder who this pendant was made for? Wouldn't it be grand if you could just wish for a man that you could truly love with all your heart to come to you? Yeah, right Kelsey. Keep dreaming."
The mirror above her dresser reflected the brilliancy of the stones in an array of multicolored sparkles. Holding it up to her black silk outfit, it would be the perfect piece to compliment and finish off the look of an up and coming artist. It was bold and different, just like her. Kelsey had to be honest with herself, she was happy that no one claimed this breathtaking piece of jewelry. She'd grown attached to it over the last week of having it in her possession, without even realizing it.
Smiling at her reflection, she set the magnifying glass down on her dresser and placed the necklace around her neck, pulling her long hair from beneath the pendant's chain. The moment it rested suspended between her breasts, a warm tingle shot through her entire body causing her pussy to dampen and her nipples to harden into tight pearls. A deep breath seized in her chest. She glanced quickly up at her image.
Kelsey always believed there were many unexplainable forces in the universe still to be known, and happening right before her eyes was one of them. The pendant hummed and glowed with unnatural radiance. It felt like it had a heartbeat of its own, pulsing against the hollow between her breasts. It even sped up to match the tempo of her heart. Her eyes opened wide with amazement and her lips slackened in awe. She also noticed a distinct smell, a fragrance reminiscent of the fresh sea air and something else, but she wasn't quite sure what the other was. It was elusive, there one minute and then gone the next.
She should be running scared, screaming at the top of her lungs, but she didn't feel threatened. Only the desire to watch the mysterious glow and lifelike rhythm kept her entranced. Reaching up and softly running her hands over the top of the glowing gemstones, gave her a feeling of peace—the essence of a warm gentle hug.
Something about the pendant spoke to her heart, bonding to her with hidden threads, as if meant only for her. The power it gave off made her feel loved and cherished. How could that be? She had never dreamed of something this magnificent, much less owning something this extravagant. Yet, it felt right. She was more interested in why her? Why now? Kelsey knew others didn't see the pendant as she did. It was going to be interesting tonight to see if the pendant would look any different to the people at the gallery showing. Would they still see it as a worthless piece of junk or as she did, a beautiful masterpiece fit for royalty now that it had revealed itself to her? A side she felt safe with even though she wasn't sure she understood it.
* * * *
By the time Kelsey was standing outside the gallery, her palms were sweaty and her clothing felt stifling. She'd only been to the gallery twice before, when she first talked to the owners, Seth and Tom, and the second time when she brought the three paintings in to them. She had an instant camaraderie with the two men.
Kelsey found out they had started the gallery together because of their mutual love of the arts and crafts and the people that ran in those circles. They named it the Gemini Gallery because both men were born under the sign of the Gemini. They laughed easily and were not shy about their sexual orientation. The love they shared was obvious and they could hardly keep their hands off each other.
One whole section of the gallery was dedicated to gay erotic art only. A few of the pictures that showed men engaging in oral and anal sex gave Kelsey a sexual thrill, turning her on, but she would never let anyone else know that. There were a series of black and white photographs with men in the sixty-nine position that had her shaking her head in wonderment, not because of the position, but because of how beautiful the men looked cupped around the other, sucking the other's cock with such passionate intent. Their sexual arousal clearly captured on their faces. They each had a finger in the other man's ass, spearing the muscled rosette; it looked like they worked in perfect rhythm with their mouths, their erotic love play captured in stilled frames. The exposed starkness of the black and white coloring lent to the beauty and arousal of the pictures.
Gathe
ring herself together, taking a deep-throated breath, Kelsey stepped through the doorway of the gallery. From the outside it hadn't looked busy, but it was packed with people. People were dressed in everything from shorts and tank tops to flat-out dressy.
"I am glad I did dress up, I need to make a good first impression,” Kelsey mumbled, while fussing with her clothing.
Before she could get her bearings, Seth and Tom converged on her.
"Oh, just who we were looking for,” Seth said with a slight lisp to his speech.
You could definitely tell who rode in the saddle and who went along for the ride in their relationship. Tom was big and dark, definitely more the complicated one of the pair, while Seth was a small and blond and very feminine. His personality was flamboyant and vicarious. He had a hip-swinger strut she'd have killed to have.
"Kelsey, you look divine and that work of art around your neck is just fabulous,” Seth gushed and then quickly changed the subject. “We have some potential buyers for one of your paintings. Come over and meet with the lovely couple. Here darling, have a glass of champagne.” Seth handed her the glass, then linked an arm through hers, leading her away, while Tom followed close behind.
Then it hit Kelsey. Seth recognized the beauty of the pendant. Would anyone else now see it as she did, something beautiful and not a piece of junk? What had changed she wondered? She'd need to stay on her toes tonight, it seemed anything was possible of lately.
Once introduced to the Randells, the couple ended up purchasing one of her paintings and talking with her for about an hour. After thanking the Randells and telling them to enjoy the painting, Kelsey wandered around the gallery, introducing herself and making conversation with the diverse group of people gathered for the showing. One gentleman in particular seemed to stare at her all night, watching her like a hawk sighting his prey. Finally, he walked up and introduced himself. His name was Keith Winters, and he too, was an artist with a showing at the gallery. He had a look about him that unsettled Kelsey. He was coming on too strong, asking personal questions. When he reached up to caress her arm, he let out a yelp. Shaking his hand, his smile forced, he told her, “You have a shocking personality, Kelsey."
She just stared at him, with a dumbfounded look on her face. When he touched her arm, she could have sworn she heard a low menacing growl in her ear.
"I am sorry what did you say?” Kelsey gave herself a mental shake. “I thought I heard someone growl something. Did you hear it?
Keith's raised eyebrow and lopsided smile let her know he thought maybe she might be hearing things. “No.” He quickly excused himself and walked off in search of another victim. Good riddance. Creep!
She shivered as he disappeared into the crowd. Just as she turned to tell Seth and Tom she was leaving, the pendant started to hum and pulse, giving off an eerie smoldering glow. Kelsey quickly put her hand over the pendant, looking around to see if anyone noticed, but the people still left at the gallery were too engrossed with doing their own thing to notice her. Thank God.
Without warning she again heard the growl, only this time, it was low and sensual, begging for her attention. The feeling of a hand running softly up her arm, working its way up to her neck to stop just below her chin. It felt like a thumb was lightly rubbing back and forth across her bottom lip. It sent shards of hot licks straight to her pussy, causing her to shift from foot to foot. God, it felt sexy as hell. It lit her up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. It felt like every neuron in her body was shooting electrical impulses straight to her pussy, causing her insides to tingle and twitch. She could even feel dampness between her legs.
Yes, it definitely was time to go home. Maybe the champagne was spiked or ... something? “Don't kid yourself girlfriend, some weird stuff is going on with this pendant,” she grumbled.
* * * *
Through the mental link that now connected them, Seadale could taste her. Smell her arousal, as he sent spectral caresses through the amulet to her. Once she'd placed the amulet around her neck, even when she took it off, they would be mentally connected to each other. Standing in front of the Wall of Visions, he stared intently at her life-size image. His hands itched to squeeze her ripe, plump body. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her long curly tresses, exposing her throat to his lips and tongue. He lifted his index finger to his mouth, curling his tongue around it, as if her taste had seeped into his very flesh.
Watching as that man walked up to her, his mate, he'd wanted to kill him. His blood boiled and his hands clenched. The man that dared to put his hands Kelsey was lucky he only got a low voltage shock and not a lightening bolt through the ass.
Stepping closer to the Wall of Visions, Seadale reached up and caressed the life-size image of Kelsey before him, the image wavered and distorted, much like a flat screen TV would do when touched.
He let out a low, wicked chuckle. “You are such a devious bastard."
With a pretentious snap of his wrist, the Wall of Visions went blank.
Chapter Four
Damp darkness surrounded Kelsey. She slowly turned around in place. She wasn't sure where she was or how she got there. A noise in the distance caught her attention. She turned to face it. Squinting, she could just make out a small beam of light coming toward her, becoming brighter as it did.
It became apparent it was a man, with light illuminating him. Craning her neck forward and squinting harder, she saw that the man was the true source of light and he literally lit his own path, as he made a straight line toward her.
Her eyes bugged and she swallowed a gulp. What was going on? What did this man, a man that would dwarf an NBA basketball player and put Mister Universe to shame, want with her? For a man of his size and muscled physique, he prowled toward her with a light-footed arrogant saunter, shoulders rolling and bunching with each step that brought him closer to her.
As he grew near, there was no play of shadows cast, just pure light enveloping his being.
"Am I dead?” She asked aloud. Was this what heaven was like?
"No, my scrumptious Kelsey. You are not dead."
His voice had a low-based lyrical sound to it. It played along her senses, making her sex flutter and dampen with arousal.
With him just a yard or so ahead of her, Kelsey took in his full appearance. He was huge—much bigger than any man she'd ever seen—with muscles that were stacked bundles lining his frame, from his sleekly corded neck to his thick muscled calves. He wore see-through flowing pants that gathered at the ankles. He was barefoot, with beautiful, sculpted feet. Letting her eyes roam upward following the billowing lines of his pants, to where the waistband met the hard lines of his abs, she couldn't help but notice the area between his legs, too. His very prominent and clearly outlined sex was encased in high cut briefs of some type or maybe he had on a thong? She wasn't quite sure and she wasn't about to ask such a personal question.
If what was barely covered in his briefs got any bigger, it would be considered obscene. It would be more like a weapon than a tool of pleasure.
His bare chest was a smooth wall of cut muscles that tapered into building blocks that lined his stomach. She'd never seen a man that well defined or massive before. Compared to a bodybuilder, he was a Mack Truck and they were a Yugo. He was a girl's wet dream. Hell, men would want him. He was perfect in every way, maybe too perfect, too good-looking. His white-blonde hair curtained around his shoulders and back, a stark outline to his deep complexion. It glimmered and shone from the light reflecting off him and not around him, giving the impression of something otherworldly about him, almost saintly but not. His looks were too sinful ever to be considered in the same sentence as the word “saint".
When she finally stopped ogling his body and looked up into his face, she met eyes that were the color of a sun-drenched pool of blue-green water. His eyelashes thickly framed them. She would kill for a set like his.
His face was a work of art. It was perfectly symmetrical in shape, with smooth lines and angles. His slender
nose and slightly flared nostrils imparted a graceful line down to his lips; lips that were lusciously full, with a tingle of pink to highlight their fullness—kissable, desirable lips. She wondered what they would feel like upon her skin, working their way across and down her stomach to her needy, wet sex. Holy heavens, a couple of minutes in his presence and she was acting like a woman in heat. She had no control over her reactions to him. Reactions that completely took her by surprise, creating neediness she couldn't imagine ever being capable of; a sexual awareness of unbelievable sensitivity and lust. Yet, she wasn't really trying to fight it either. Heck, she wasn't even sure what was going on here anyway. Time to stop eating him alive with her eyes and ask some intelligent questions—if she could get her mind out of the gutter and function without sounding like an empty-headed twit. “Okay, if I am not dead, where am I, and are you for real?” There she did it. Putting more than two words together in a sentence. Maybe there was still hope for her.
"I am flesh and blood, Kelsey, and more than enough man for you.” His tone laced with arrogance. His smile was sinful and made her body just tighten that much more.
The man is too sexy for his own good and he knows it.
"Come, take my hand and touch me, Kelsey. You will know then that I am telling you the truth and that I am real—all man.” He lifted his hand, palm up, toward her.
Oh yeah, my brain is addled, it just dawned on me that he knows my name. That hot body and to-die-for face would distract any red-blooded woman. Kelsey gave herself a good mental swift kick and ignored his outstretched hand.
"How is it that you know my name, but I don't know yours?"
Again, he spoke to her in that I'm-too-sexy-for-myself voice, “I know a lot about you, and plan to get to know you much, much better. I will reveal all to you in time and answer all your questions, but first I want to take you out into my world. My name, by the way, is Seadale."
"Just Seadale? No last name?” She eyeballed him.
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