Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage

by Viola Grace

“Yes, Lana. If it was possible, I would join you in your home if it means us being together.”

  Tears started to well into Lana’s eyes. “My darling Duncan, I can never ask that of you just like you could never ask me to be…a mortal. You have friends and relatives here. You would never see them again.”

  Duncan shook his head decisively. “Yes I do have friends, but no family. My parents are dead and I am an only child.”

  Lana put her hand to her mouth. “So you are saying you would join me in the ocean forever? You would do that…give up this world to join me in my world?”

  “In a heartbeat.”

  She stared at him for a long time and then reached over to her cap. She retrieved something out of it and clasped it inside her palm, while at the same time, turning sideways and donned the cap on her head. In mermaid form, Lana opened her webbed hand for Duncan to see. Nestled in her palm was a glowing green stone. “Duncan, this will grant your wish, if that is what you really want.”

  I don’t understa—wait a minute, are you saying…there is a way to convert me into a…merman?”

  Tears started streaming down Lana’s cheek. “Yes, Duncan. This small emerald will change you into a merman. Just remember, you’re life will change forever. Please think long and hard about this.”

  “If it means joining you, I will go to hell and back. Just tell me what to do, Lana.”

  Shocked, Lana put her hand to her mouth as tears flowed copiously from her deep blue eyes. She gave Duncan a tight hug, her body jerking in spasms as she continued weeping. Finally, she lifted her head off his chest, her face soaked with tears. Her composure somewhat regained, she said softly, “Okay, you need to swallow this. The chemicals from the rock will change your insides, especially your lungs so it will allow you to breath underwater. You will develop gills and webbed feet and hands, which will let you swim faster.” She paused. “Are…you sure you want to do this, Duncan. If not, remember, my deal is also forever. I will stay with you on dry land.”

  “No, no. I want to join you. You—that is—we belong down there.”

  Lana gave a huge smile of appreciation and placed the small glowing rock inside of Duncan’s mouth. “Don’t worry, it will go down easily.” She followed this with a peck on the lips.

  Duncan smiled and it went down his throat with just one gulp. They both waited until the pill took effect.

  Finally, Lana said, “Okay, it is time.”

  He started to rise from his chair, stopped suddenly and sat back down. “Are you sure it is okay. I don’t feel any differently.”

  “Don’t worry, love. You will feel it once you enter the ocean. I promise, I will not let anything happen to you.”

  Duncan rose, determined to see this through. They held hands as he opened the gate of the deck. He looked behind him and around him, taking one last look at the world above the ocean. They then looked at each other and dove in, feet first. Duncan thrashed as if drowning.

  Lana said calmly, “Duncan, relax. I told you I will not let anything happen to you.” She held up a red-feathered cap that came out of nowhere. “Here, this will help. Now, let’s go to your new home.”

  Duncan looked at his newly webbed hand. Surprisingly, it didn’t frighten him. He dipped his head underneath the surface. As if it were the most natural thing to do, he started breathing under water.

  Lana beamed a huge smile. “There. You see? You did it. You are now breathing like a fish.”

  Duncan was surprised Lana could speak clearly underwater and tried to do the same. “Yes, I can breath and…I can even speak.”

  “Yes you can. Congratulations. She kissed him fervently, her tongue plunging into his mouth.

  He gave into her kisses and then, still hand in hand, they swam to the deepest parts of the ocean where there kindred spirits awaited them.

  BANISHED

  A.J. Llewellyn

  The young man in the bed stirred as I walked into the room. He was facing away from me as I’d requested. Young, around twenty-five, his body strong looking and slim, he was perfect. Absolutely what I’d hoped. I slipped into the sheets beside him and I felt…what was it that I felt? His fear? Nervousness? Anticipation.

  We had never met before, but he was what I wanted.

  “Johnny,” I whispered and his body curved into mine. He looked and felt just like Johnny and just as I’d demanded, he responded to my calling him Johnny as I wrapped my arms around him from behind. I felt him leaning closer into me as I reached down and kissed his neck and shoulder. His arm curled up, moving around my head and I caught his sly glance.

  His eyes glittered with relief and surprise. I could tell he liked what he saw. Maybe he had been expecting someone old and ugly. But I wasn’t either of those things. His eyes took in the tattoos all over my face and muscular body. I worked hard to keep myself in shape. He pressed his ass to my crotch and I paused, allowing the sensations that tight little ass was sending my starving cock.

  “Get your clothes off,” he hissed. “I need you inside me now. Please don’t make me wait anymore, Mahini.”

  He helped me remove my jeans, shirt, running shoes and socks, nibbling at my chest and neck, kissing me and our tongues met at last in a genuine exchange of heat. Oh, I was going to give him what he wanted, all right. He was pressing against my bare cock now, his ass pulling at me, willing me to go there, to take him.

  “God, you’re so big and hard,” he moaned. At heart though, he was still a rent boy and he had to be dreaming if he thought I was going to let him get away with pretending to take my cock all the way up his ass. I knew all the whores’ tricks. I knew how they could manipulate you into putting on a rubber and then, once you took them doggy style, they could convince you that you were inside them. Except that you were not.

  “Is this how it’s gonna be with us?” I asked him. Johnny gasped as I turned him over on his back and he watched my hands roam his toned chest, down his flat belly to his cock, which was so like Johnny’s.

  Now it was smearing pre-come on the soft palm of my hand. I rubbed it in slow, lazy circles, enjoying the buildup of erotic fire in the hustler I’d found on the Internet. Yeah, this little whore liked me as much as I liked him. I licked at my hand, making full eye contact now as I knelt between his legs. He was as lovely as his picture on the website indicated. His almond shaped eyes were dewy, a sleepy, fuck-me quality to them. And I planned to fuck him all right.

  His fingers grappled with the mammoth cock between my own thighs, but I pushed him back.

  “First things first.” I gave him what I hoped was a warm smile and not a lust-crazed leer. I was so anxious to be inside him, to win him over, to make Johnny love me…I bent and gave him a kiss and he accepted my tongue into his mouth, my hungry lips grazing his. I’d spent months combing the sex sites for the perfect man, the one who could be Johnny. Now we were here in a luxury hotel and I wanted to savor every second of being with this beautiful creature.

  But Johnny had a mind of his own, reaching for my nipples with his hands, sucking them one at a time. Oh, he had been paying attention to our late night phone conversations, that’s for sure. His skin, when I allowed myself the indulgence of inhaling the scent of his throat and chest, smelled just like Johnny. He’d followed my instructions, bathing in the pikake and ginger lei gel I’d left in the bathroom for him.

  His eyes widened now as I let my tongue do all the talking, sucking up his smooth, succulent cock. I worked him with a warm, relentless pressure, looking through half-closed eyes at the way he watched me bring him to his fulfillment. He was used to things going the other way. Well, maybe he hadn’t heard about me yet. I had never let a rent boy leave my bed without stumbling out on shaky legs, his heart racing, his body slick with sweat and sex. And already I predicted this one was going to be the best ever.

  He was bucking against my mouth now, anxious for release. I stroked his ass with a hot wet finger, feeling the rage of his blistering, quick orgasm.

  “The next time you co
me, I’ll be inside you, Johnny.” I smiled as he fought to recover from the unexpected ferocity of my mouth. “Just like we dreamed. Just like we planned.” I bent my head again, tasting his balls. “Very sweet, very juicy,” I murmured, looking up to see his eyes turn glassy. I pushed his legs apart until his fine ass opened to me. I had a good feel around with my tongue and lips and got to work pleasuring him. He started pushing at me as if he wanted my whole face inside him.

  He was ready for me.

  “I talked to the other guys. They say there’s something special about you. That your cock makes them come very hard.” He sounded breathless as I gently bit the inside of his thigh. It made him jump and quiver as my hands slid under his ass, holding him to my face.

  “Johnny…I don’t fuck anybody else,” I scolded him. “Everything you see here, everything I have belongs to you.”

  He immediately grasped my cock. His fingers and tongue pushed back the foreskin of my uncut cock and his mouth stopped, his eyes swiveling up to me.

  “What…what the hell are they?”

  “Black obsidian, the seer’s stone.” I enjoyed seeing the mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. I’d had the four stones surgically implanted around the head of my cock under the foreskin. Inside a man, any man, the sensation of those stones on his prostate rendered him senseless, giving him orgasms that took a long time to get over and many lifetimes to forget.

  “Suck it, baby. Suck it, Johnny, then we’ll come so hard together.”

  His tongue was tentative at first and then eager to pander to me. For he already knew I intended to provide him ultimate pleasure.

  Pushing him back on the bed, I moaned, “I love you, Johnny,” and I plunged into him before he had time to catch his breath. I saw the shock of pain skitter across his face, but then I was moving inside him, in and out, allowing the shiny black obsidian to work their magic on him.

  He screamed at me to fuck him, to pull out and push myself back in again. He gripped me to him with ravenous fingers, his words insensible as he felt the stones touch him in a way nothing and nobody ever had before. His body shook and a powerful orgasm ripped right through him. It washed over my cock, up through my crotch like a warm, wet wave. I watched over my shoulders as his feet flexed, his toes flattening out, his thighs beating against my chest to get me in him, deeper, harder…longer.

  And then he started to sob when it was all over.

  Oh, he was the best Johnny yet. I let him recover with my cock still buried deep inside him.

  “Mahini.”

  The tears kept spilling down his face. I wanted to spend the rest of my life making him feel this way.

  “I never knew passion like this. I never…I never came like that.”

  “Johnny, I’ll make you come like that over and over again.” I held his face in my hands and spoke against his trembling lips as he wrapped his long legs around my waist. The obsidian implant surgery had almost killed me—the pain was so great for weeks after the procedure. With each fresh conquest, the feeling of power, of supreme joy given and received was a source of gratification for me.

  Oh, I enjoyed the feeling of being the greatest fuck my Johnny ever had as the small clock on the nightstand showed me we had twenty minutes left.

  “You didn’t come.” My petulant lover’s hands stroked my thighs, melded to his on the crisp, new sheets.

  “Not yet, my love.” I smiled and saw the lust flare in his eyes as I started working on his tight little hole again, his sweet, smooth cock stiffening in my hand. There was a knock at the door and I frowned. Who would be interrupting me when I’d paid a thousand bucks to enjoy my rent boy?

  Removing myself from him was difficult. I saw his watchful eyes take in my whole body as I got out of bed and looked through the peephole.

  Oh God, no.

  I would have to let them in, I had no choice. With a sigh, I glanced at my new lover. “Johnny, get dressed, darling.”

  “But—”

  “The party’s over, my love. I’ll be in touch.”

  “But I want to stay with you. Off the clock. I—” He could hear the sound of chanting outside the door, saw the sweat on my brow.

  “I have to go,” I croaked, despair washing over me. “I’ll go out there…just get dressed and go.” My hands and feet shook as I dressed and hurriedly opened the door. The three tribal elders waiting for me stood in an impassive line. They looked over my shoulder at the young man throwing on his clothes in a haphazard fashion.

  “Go!” I pushed him far away from us. One of the elders tried to stop him, but the rent boy had nothing to do with any of this. They only wanted me. I saw Johnny’s feet moving, his long, reedy body trying to keep up with them as he hurtled down the corridor.

  Yes, the elders wanted me. They’d come to arrest and try me and I knew already by the looks on their faces that the outcome wasn’t going to be good.

  “Come.” The first one took my hand and we disappeared from the hotel room. We were in a forest now and I was alone in the middle of a circle of old men, sitting, talking. A few had drum gourds.

  “Sit.” Another voice, a disembodied one demanded, and I sat, fearing I would be dead before I could even hear the charges read against me.

  “For crimes against Johnny Kaimana, we have judged you guilty.” A very old kahuna stood, staring at me. It galled me that my private love matters had become so public. “You sent him a death bundle, you cursed him.”

  “I loved him! I was stupid! I have paid dearly for what I did!”

  A tremendous heat filled the circle and I could have cried. He was here, the only one who could save me. I saw him appear as if by flames. His power was very great now. I smiled as the great kahuna, the great high priest, Kimo Wilder, nodded to me, taking his place in the circle surrounding me.

  He was a handsome man. Massive, around six four or six five, a proud member of the Hawaiian race. A descendant of the last King of Maui, he was a majestic man I respected and admired, even when we didn’t agree with each other.

  But he’d gotten my message that I was in trouble and he was here.

  “I am here in defense of Mahini.” Kimo’s authoritative tone soothed me, but I knew from the murmur of dissent he was the only one who wanted me spared.

  “Why?” the first kahuna shouted. “His own sister tried to murder your husband!”

  Kimo Wilder stared at him. “I am certain Mahini had nothing to do with that and his sister paid for her crimes against me with her life.”

  There was a pause and then the whispering started again.

  “You’re too late.” A smug voice I recognized as one of the real old farts, one of the men who had vehemently opposed Kimo Wilder remaining an elder himself.

  “Why, Nanalo, he hasn’t been pronounced dead yet.” Kimo’s silky voice sounded like a big cat’s purr. “And I just know I haven’t missed anything. I am The Keeper of Secrets, after all.”

  That drew a few smiles that fell as he stalked toward us now, his movements leonine. Oh, he was good, his magic stronger than ever since declaring his love for another man and wanting to live openly and honestly with him in the sacred bonds of marriage.

  The kahuna had tried to disown him as one of their own. They thought up every test imaginable and he’d passed them all. I knew this because I was there.

  “When I needed a friend, Mahini was there for me.” Kimo stated what they all knew to be true. In the distance, I saw his husband, Lopaka, hovering on the edge of the circle. He had a small child with him. Smart move, I thought. This was the couple’s son, also named Kimo, and people said that at the age of two, this child’s powers were already tremendous.

  People said he was able to bring dead animals back to life. They said he would one day be the strongest and most powerful kahuna the Hawaiian Islands had ever seen.

  The kahuna wanted this boy. And he was here in my defense.

  “As his chosen protector, the protector Mahini prayed for and, as The Keeper of Secrets, I believ
e I have the option of offering him life over death.” Kimo stared at me.

  “No! He performed ancient magic. He brought grief…terror…a terrible curse on a man whose life was almost destroyed,” said one of the kahuna.

  Kimo held up his hand. “What he did was bad. He did wrong, but what he did was out of a foolish belief that he needed to exercise control in order to win the love that he desired.”

  His magic had to be extraordinary to keep him here this long. I knew it was causing the real Kimo undue stress and great human pain to keep his Spirit here in the circle. I also knew with a flick of any physical wrist present, I could be stone cold dead.

  “Mahini.” Kimo’s voice was wavering. “I don’t have any more time left. Tell me now. I can give you life. A second chance. Some place else, far away. You will never see any of us again. You may never come back to Hawaii. But tell me now and it is written. And I will never tell a soul where you are banished because I am The Keeper of Secrets.”

  I looked at his face, the other, vengeful faces, saw a couple of hands move.

  “Do it,” I screamed and then the world went flat.

  Just like that, I was gone.

  Banished.

  He had a sense of humor, Kimo. I found myself waking up in the middle of a dense field of green, but I knew I was far away from home. For a moment, I adjusted to the dizzy sensation, looking out over an ocean of impossible blue. I knew I was on an island. But I knew I wasn’t in Hawaii anymore. Though wan sunshine polished the lush green foliage, everything sagged under the weight of what had obviously been a very heavy downfall. My running shoes, which had been fine for a hotel tryst, were already feeling soggy in what I realized was mountain terrain. I could see no houses, no streets. No traffic lights. No people.

  I felt immense bitterness at the knowledge that the lovely warm islands I’d come to take for granted were no longer mine. In the distance, I could see land, far, far away and an immense black cloud coming toward me. More inclement weather. I felt depressed to be in this cold place, the familiar scent of tropical flowers gone. I should have taken a really good, long sniff before I left. Ah well, at least I got laid. I sat up, feeling like I’d been hit by a bus and looked around me. Yeah, it was green all right. But it was the scent I missed…Mark Twain said it best, and of my Hawaii, it is still true.