She shook her head and laughed. It must be the stress. Memory after memory swam through her brain allowing her to see her life in a different light. They had been there, but she always felt like something was keeping them from her. Now they poured in like a drain opened dumping the good and the bad on her. Jim wasn’t the only monster in her life. She was a walking magnet for evil, except she also attracted Colun, and he wasn’t evil. The power she had but couldn’t control kept her safe.
That’s why Colun’s power hadn’t returned to him. Not because it wanted to kill her but because it wanted to be closer to her power like she wanted to be closer to Colun. She thought about her house. It thought it was keeping her safe, but it wasn’t. It hindered her from achieving the control she needed.
She stood and walked until she found a tree. It wasn’t one of the old ones from the beginning of time. She knew this tree; it was around in her youth. She climbed it knowing where every handhold was. Leaning back against the tree, she closed her eyes and walked into the room in her mind one more time. This time, she paid attention. The walls of the room were a forest green, and she smiled because she liked green.
There were three treasure chests in the room. They were huge, the kind Sara thought a real pirate might want. The first one was on the right; it was the one that held her armor. She walked over to it and saw many other types of cloaks and shields. When this was over, she would come back and learn how to use all of them.
The second was sitting next to the back wall in the room, directly in front of her. That was the chest in which she found her ability to fight. She walked to it opening it to find different and strange weapons. She had an arsenal that she didn’t know how to use.
The last chest was on her left. It was locked; this chest had never opened for her and didn’t look like it wanted to open now. She walked to it and studied the lock before she touched it. It shocked her making her back away as she shook out her hand. Should she leave it alone?
A feeling of danger pressed through her body. She moved to the chest again. If this chest was dangerous, then she needed to deal with it. Maybe it held a killer inside or worse, but whatever it was she would stand strong. She grabbed the lock that burned her hand and held on as the flames heated up. She held on until the lock crumpled into dust.
She opened the chest refusing to look at her throbbing hand. Within the chest, lying in a bed of silk was a sword, highly polished and gleaming as if it were waiting to be picked up and placed on a dress uniform. She picked it up with her right hand the same hand that held the lock. It fused into her skin until it turned on her and pierced her in the heart.
She fell, unable to cry out.
*~*~*~*
“Have you ever wondered why we have the trials?” Colun asked Voyager as they walked out of the B&B.
“It has been my pleasure to witness different mating rituals all over the galaxy. I do not question them, but I do try to learn from them.”
“What have you learned from this one?” They were walking through the trees that were behind the house. There were no open areas back there. The trees were full and thick, the perfect cover for aliens that needed a place to run and play.
“From your ritual I have learned that coming together means being bare before the other person and being honest with yourself. Because you bond on a mental and spiritual level, you cannot lie to yourself. You have to know who you are, both the good and the bad.”
“Sometimes I wish we had a chance to get it wrong like the rest of the world.”
“You have that chance. I believe your kind is slower to love and commit because they are too aware of what getting it wrong means.”
“You say that, Voyager, but here I am getting it all wrong and Sara will pay for my mistakes.”
“Looks like you may be right after all, Colun.”
In front of them, Sara was lying in the grass.
“Sara.” Colun ran to her feeling for a pulse. “She’s still alive.” He picked her up and turned to face Voyager, but he was gone.
Not knowing what to do, he walked. The terrain changed; it was smooth and soon he could hear the sound of waves. He stopped on the edge of a beach, over to his right was a small house. He took Sara there; it was empty. He laid her on the bed and took off the cute little sandals on her feet. He gave a small laugh. He had never been as interested in footwear as he was since he met Sara.
Pulling back the cover, he laid her under it before going to find something to drink. Setting a bottle of water on the nightstand, he took off his clothes leaving on nothing except his jeans and crawled into the bed with her.
She opened her eyes to find herself in a comfortable bed with her head pillowed on Colun’s chest. Yes, she thought, score one for her. If this was a dream, she wanted to stay here forever.
She leaned over and kissed him, pressing her lips gently against his. His eyes opened to look at her before his hand came up to the back of her head and his lips opened allowing her tongue to sink deep into his mouth. Her tongue caressed him before she sucked on his bottom lip.
“Morning.” Her voice was husky with passion and drowsy with sleep.
“It is now.” He pulled her back and kissed her again until she could barely breathe. “How do you feel?”
“Fine, perfect, even great. I also feel like I want to make love to you.”
“Sara.”
“I understand if you don’t want to, but I’m going after the things I want in my life, and I want you.”
His groan, sexy and deep, made her pussy throb between her legs. She could think of lots of reasons he should turn her down. If he knew what she married or what she had entertained in her life, he would walk away from her. Heck, if she were him she would turn herself down and still she couldn’t help reaching for the one being in this life she wanted.
He flipped her over on her back. “You’re beautiful, that outfit is meant to make me hard.”
“Blame the trials for that. I woke up with it on, but I didn’t complain; at least the trial gave me clothes.”
“You look so feminine.”
She beamed up at him. “Thank you.”
There was a time in her life when that compliment would have embarrassed her. She would have thought she had to deny it or justify it, but not now. Today she was willing to hear and believe whatever Colun said because she believed in him.
He leaned over and licked at her neck making her smile because he remembered. His teeth nipped her there before he sucked on her skin. Her body heated up; she ran her hand over Colun’s back feeling the muscles there. Taking the pads of her fingers, she traced his muscles hearing the catch in his voice when she touched a spot he found sensitive.
“I want to be inside you, Sara, buried deep. I want you to feel me in you while your tight little pussy is contracting around my cock, and I pound into you making you cream all over me.”
“Colun,” she breathed. “I want that. I want to feel your cock in me.”
“Let yourself go, Sara, you don’t have to hold on too tight.” He reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Mmm, looks what’s waiting for me.”
The trial hadn’t provided her a bra, so her girls had been dancing around all day. She was surprised they weren’t sore from their braless state.
Colun leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth sucking on it as his hand caressed her other breast. He stroked her breast before he squeezed it still sucking on her other nipple.
She made little mewling sounds of appreciation as she caressed his shoulders and down his back.
“I want to touch you, Colun,” she whispered as the pleasure he was giving her was making her want to shout.
He lifted his head looking into her eyes before he lay on his back and she rolled over to face him.
Her hands went over the expanse of his chest caressing him. She ran her nails over him liking the way he growled from it. She leaned over and bit the skin on the side of his neck.
; “Harder love, bite me harder.”
She did, and his hips punched the air. She kissed down his chest until she got to his nipples. She hummed before she took the first one into her mouth, she was so happy.
Colun whispered dirty words telling her how good her mouth felt on his nipple. How he loved her sucking and nipping at it. Then he told her how he was going to fill her tiny pussy to overflowing. She took the other nipple in her mouth whimpering at what he was saying to her.
He pulled her up his body and turned her so she was lying on the bed. He stood on the bed and undid his jeans before he slowly pushed them down his legs.
Her eyes caressed every inch of his skin. When he lay down, she undid her skirt and pushed it down her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties, so she was bare for him. She clenched her hands to keep herself from reaching for the cover.
“You are so beautiful.” He ran his hand down from her breasts to her hips. “I want you, Sara. I’ll try to go slow.”
“No, Colun, I want you too. I need you.”
He kissed her as his hand went down to her pussy feeling the wetness that was flowing out. He touched her driving her passion higher. Her eyes were slightly dazed as she allowed her hands to stroke the length of his cock.
“If you keep doing that,” he choked out.
“What will you do?” she asked as she stroked him.
“Hang on love, the road ahead is bumpy.”
His body covered her, allowing her to get used to the feel of his weight before he lifted up and grabbed his thick cock. He placed it at her entrance and pushed.
Her mouth opened wide as she felt his cock begin to invade her pussy.
Her hips lifted up trying to get more of him in, but Colun maintained his control not sinking in too fast.
“So thick,” she panted clutching onto him.
“You can take me, love.”
She nodded her head breathing deeply as he planted himself all the way in her.
He laid there supported on his arms allowing her to get used to his thick length within her.
When’s he going to move she wondered as the desire to wiggle her hips went through her. She thrust up, not to make him move, she was calling it an experiment. She liked it so much she did it again.
“Sara.”
“Move, Colun.”
He lifted his hips and dropped them.
“Again Colun, do it again.” Her voice was high pitched and soaked in desire as she met him move for move.
She had sex, she knew sex, but she didn’t know this. This was more than she thought sex was. Her body was on fire, her pussy was clenching around him. Contracting, determined to hold him in. Every time she tightened around him, his nose flared, his voice growled. He liked every move she was making, and it only increased her pleasure. The sound of her voice as she moaned was driving her crazy with desire.
She was hot, sweaty, and loving every minute of it. Colun’s cock was pounding into her faster and faster. Her body was on a roller coaster, and the inclines kept getting higher so the drops were more extreme until finally she was falling and couldn’t stop. She screamed and screamed, and Colun held her tight roaring his pleasure with her. She felt the kick of his cock as he poured into her. She held on tight wanting every bit of him.
Finally, she was lying still, breathing hard.
“Colun,” she whispered, “I have something that belongs to you.” She returned his power, closed her eyes, and fell back to sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Colun held Sara for hours before he finally fell asleep. His power buzzed along his skin and licked at hers as if she was the one for them. That’s what made him eventually close his eyes and sleep. He was longing for someone he couldn’t have. He needed to release her to her old life, keep an eye on her from a distance, and not try to get into her skirt any chance he got and no playing house. For once his Arbrin and Matra agreed on something. They decided he was being silly, and they would take over in the morning.
The pads of her fingers stroking his chest woke him up.
“Hi,” his voice deep with sleep greeted her.
“Hi, yourself.” She went up on an arm and gave him a kiss. “It’s a beautiful day; I can hear the waves rolling in. Are we at the beach?”
“We are.”
She grinned at him making his cock hard with her sexy mouth and those eyes that held his heart tight.
“Can we go walk on the beach?”
He nodded; his heart and mind were too full to say anything. They got up to find swimwear waiting for them on the dresser.
“Well, I will say this much about your trials, at least it dresses us.”
He gave a deep rumble of laughter and led them out the door. The sand was minutes from the back of the house, and they walked to it with bare feet. Sara stopped. The look of pure bliss captured her face when she dug her toes into the sand.
“I’ve always wanted to do this, Colun. To come to the beach and forget about the horrors of my life that were haunting me, but this is even better. It’s better because I’m not escaping. I know I can shield myself, I know I can fight back, and I know I have the control I need.”
He walked up to her taking her hand. The beach was empty, and the sand was so pure it was almost white, this was just like in her dreams. The water was a green-blue, the green reminding him of her eyes.
They took their time and walked towards the incoming waves.
“How did you gain control?”
“I started off by holding a lock that burned my hand, but I held on. I now know that real control won’t show itself when times are good but shows when times are bad.”
She held her hand up to him; in the center of it was a rough raised burn mark. In the center of the mark was a key-shaped impression.
“When the chest opened, there was a sword inside; I picked it up. There was a key on the hilt that matched with the shape I just showed you. Then against my will, I plunged it in my heart. That’s when you came upon me.”
“Why?” He wanted to shake apart thinking she could dead right now, but at the same time he was proud of her for overcoming the fears of a lifetime.
“Because control doesn’t start in the head, it starts in the heart.” She gave him a smile and the ran off to play in the waves.
“Come join me,” she called to him as she splashed around.
He went to join her appreciating her laughter.
“Look, I’m a mermaid.” She dived underneath the water and then stuck both legs out perfectly held together like they were a tail. She surfaced laughing; her green eyes sparkled and her black hair highlighted with a sprinkle of silver gleamed in the sun's light.
That’s the minute he stopped lying to himself. He loved Sara. He loved how she stood up to the problems in her life, how she stood up to him. He loved how she made his body feel and how his heart raced to be around her when they were doing nothing at all. He enjoyed her company and her laughter.
He was sitting in the water; he stood and walked to the beach. His heart was breaking already because how could someone as special as Sara want to spend her life with him?
“Colun?” The smile fell from her face as she watched him leave the water. What had she done?
She stood and followed him. There would be no more shying away, forgetting that he existed, or how she felt about him. There would be no more hiding in her house away from life. That was over and although she wished she had of done this earlier in life, all that mattered to her was that she was doing it now. The thing she now loved about change was that it could happen at a moment’s notice.
“Colun?” She sat on the sand beside him leaning her shoulder into his. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Have you ever had the most exciting, most illuminating revelation only to realize that what you wanted wasn’t for you?” He snaked an arm around her and drew her close. He knew he needed to let her go, but all he wanted was to touch her.
“I think I’ve been there a time or t
wo. Tell me about your revelation.”
He turned so he could look her in the eyes. “I love you, Sara. The real you, the one you tried to keep hidden, but she got out. The you that likes to let a curse word slip here or there. The you that’s spent a lifetime debating what beauty was, so now you can no longer see how beautiful you are. I love the you that displays courage in the face of unimaginable odds. I love the you that screamed my name last night and begged me to make love to you again. I love you.”
She looked down and blinked real fast then thought fuck it. When she looked up, her eyes were wet.
“I love you, Colun, but I didn’t want to scare you away. There are so many reasons why you shouldn’t love me. My life wasn’t easy, and there was a time I stuck my head in the sand. But none of this stopped me from loving you. The male who let me take his power even though he knew we might both die. You came here to get me home safely; I realized that when I finally gained control over my power. If you took yours back from me, I would die. So you decided to die so I could live.
“How could I not love you, Colun? I love how you treat me as an equal, how you have faith in me. The best kind of faith. You’re not out there doing some cheer; you simply stand behind me and let me figure it out on my own. At the mall I accused you of wanting to control me by telling me what I needed to do, gain weight or lose weight, but I was wrong. Your only interest in my weight was my health. I’m sorry.”
The apology that had been living in her head came out.
He leaned over and kissed her until she moaned with passion.
“You ever make love in the sand?” His voice was thick and she laughed.
“You ever get blown in the sand?” His eyes went wide, and she pressed him down on his back.
She threw a leg over him and perched on his chest before leaning over and giving him slow drugging kisses.
“I love the way you kiss me, Colun,” she said, kissing him again. Her tongue moved over his starting a slow burning fire that she planned to fan into life as she kissed the side of his mouth and down his neck.
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