by Yvette Hines
“Only the emotional things. Reaching into the past to provide messages that had been left by loved ones in hidden places no one had discovered.”
Cyran knew that the people he met and attended his shows believed he played some illusionists game, that he somehow had used the Earth technology to get information on them. However, David’s retrieval power was real. Even now as they prepared to eat he was pulling things from the pantry and refrigerator even from the table.
If they didn’t have something he pulled from stores in town and left lists of what he had taken and money to pay for it.
She was pretty positive that store owners where flabbergasted in the morning when they opened their stores that were locked up tight and found money and a list without the security system being disturbed.
“I need a refreshing. It is the reason why over the years my manager and I have worked out only four months on and six off.”
“Good.” She inhaled the sautéed vegetable dish over rice, a grain she had learned to love on Earth. Her kind were not meat eaters. On her planet there were also no grains or nuts and she had come to love them a lot while here.
Her aversion to animal products didn’t stop David from carving into a steak along with his vegetables.
“Would you care for coffee, tea, soda or water tonight?” he asked his left arm appearing to be missing from his body as he rooted around in the kitchen.
“I still can’t get used to the sizzling of the soda on my tongue so tea would be fine.” When he pulled out a chilled glass of tea and set it before her, she smiled. “Thanks, David. I don’t know how I manage to eat when you’re not around.”
He chuckled. David was not much older than her when they averaged it in Earth years, however, the two of them had no chemistry or thoughts toward each other. She also knew that David was sweet on the grocery store owner in town. A lot of his night shopping came from her store and the notes he left always ended with a poem. If he had the ability to pass things into realms he collapsed to retrieve things, Cyran imagined he’d have left the woman with all sorts of gifts. Unfortunately, or fortunately, his powers only went in one direction.
“No need for me to ask about production of crops while I have been away, I see you have it all growing like a jungle around here. So, how have sales been?” He got himself a coffee then started in on his seared steak.
“Really well. I left the invoices and sales reports on your desk in the office. When we finish if you want to get them we can go over some of my additions.”
“What have you added now clever one?”
Finishing the forkful of savory vegetables, she began, “The restaurant now gets a daily delivery of fresh herbs and they place requests every Tuesday for their produce for the week. If things work out, you just may be able to retire from all your performances.” She sliced up some bok choy as she told him, “Next week the food stores committee have a meeting and they would like to talk with you about a Magic grown section.”
“As you’ve shown, you are just as competent in arranging these things as I can be.” David tipped his head and stared at her. “What are you up to my wily grower?”
“Uma is chair of the committee and will be there. No time like the present for you to ask her out to dinner.” Cyran winked at him.
“Match making added to your innate powers now?” His mouth was tilted in a smile he was trying to hold back.
She laughed. “No. I like her and I don’t think she should have to wait to be happy.”
“Can I return the favor? I know of a few men in town who questioned me about my aloof assistant before I left.”
Cyran ducked her head and focused on her food. “No. I’m perfectly fine with the fields.” When she even thought about a man, her mind played back King Rasp and being drugged. It still made her ill thinking of it.
“You can’t hide out forever.” That ended the conversation and they enjoyed their meal and talked about things coming up in town.
The only difference was that since earlier that day the heat in her core was rising. She had already finished one iced tea and had David provide her with a refill. She was anxious for the meal to end so she could focus all the energy within into the vegetation. If David thought his crops were growing and spreading now, come morning he would be shocked.
After all the hours she had been enduring the rising heat, she was certain that she was in the swell of a calori series. She just wasn’t sure how or why it was happening when it never had before on her planet.
Perhaps the drug Rasp had introduced into her system had triggered something dormant.
She shook her head mentally, because the effects of the synthetic drug were nothing like the hum going on in her body. It wasn’t violent and painful to her senses, just the opposite, it gave her a euphoric feeling.
If she was on Harveton she would have to go to the quarantine fields and swim in the healing stream since she was unmated. She’d spent many of series episodes with the princess, who had been looking forward to her wedding in the months her mate had been found.
Cyran felt sadness cloak her like a low hanging cloud. There would be no mate for her. Even now, as she sat across from David he probably felt a little energy from her but it would not incite desire or lust, others were immune to it. That’s what made Rasp’s attempts at bringing about what he’d only heard and seen between mates on her planet laughable, her body would have never responded to him.
“Earth to Cyran.”
She glanced up. Her food gone and her glass empty a second time. David had completed his meal and was taking dishes to the sink.
“I’m so sorry. I think I got lost in my head for a moment. Sorry, it was a bit rude of me.”
“You have had a busy day. You have a right to take a mental vacation. Go on. We can talk more tomorrow. I’ll clean up in here and then look over the reports and things. Then I will try and sleep for two days.”
Rising, she took her things to the sink. “I hope you do, David, you need to refresh yourself. I will blend some herbs for you in a drink and place it in the refrigerator for you to drink when you awaken.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re a special person, Cyran. Now off with you.”
She didn’t argue as she left the main house and headed straight for the fields where there were peas, kale, green beans, spinach, okra and so much more awaiting her energy. It was dark out now, but she loved the cooler air as she played in the soil. Being outside she allowed every urge and desire to swell from within. She left her shoes by the garage before she started running thought the night. If this was her planet, she would have stripped and allowed the air to freely caress her skin. She restrained herself just a little.
In minutes she was at the far end of David’s property where she dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl back into the large garden digging her hands and feet in deep. She smiled and laughed as she felt the energy flowing from her fingers and toes into the ground and the whisper of plants as they reproduced, grew and ripened and caressed her skin.
Her body tingled and her breath came out in pants. She was shocked to feel a growing wetness at her center and the slick evidence on her bare thighs under her short skirt. The fertility energy she was as familiar with as each breath from her body, every Harveton had it. The lust and desire had never been a part of it for her. Barren. Defective. Those were things whispered about her by the older women on the health council of her planet. No demarcation in her to draw in a mate.
Before her abduction and the destruction of her planet she had been set to live the life of a royal servant. She was still grieved by what had happened to all of her people, but she enjoyed her freedom. Living her own life.
She stretched out in the field on her back with her fingers deep below the mint crop and feeling the roots of the aromatic plant brush along her fingers. She inhaled and enjoyed the hint of the night breeze that caressed her heated skin. Beneath her still form, she could feel the movement and rotation of the t
hird planet from Sol in the Solar System. Unlike on her world where the closest star could be seen all the time, Sol only showcased only half of the Earth day. The sky was clear and the billions of stars surrounding the planet Earth seemed close enough to touch at that moment. She missed being out there among them as she traveled the galaxy to get where she was. She would enjoy doing it again without the anxiety of being discovered, being caught by a deplorable king.
She allowed herself this time to dream, there was no haste to be made at this hour.
Her body tensed of its own accord. Lying in her favorite place in the fields, she should be enjoying life and experiencing nothing but the pleasure of being in the moment. It wasn’t so. All of a sudden, her senses became more heighten…more aware. It wasn’t just an awareness of the ground, the vegetation and the air, but something else.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to see if possibly one of the wild animals that inhabited the dry desert land had come in too close to the farm. However, it wasn’t the wild mangy odor of a beast that greeted her nose, but something closer to cedarwood or bergamot fruit. A blaze coursed through her body at the first notes of the scent.
Ever so slow, she pulled her hands from the dirt rolled to her stomach. She moved as soundless as possible. On her knees, she looked around. It wasn’t completely dark out with so many lights shining from above, but the area around her was filled with shadows.
Still crouched, she excluded all the known objects around the area and centered all her energy on the direction the smell came from. The only thing she saw was something that appeared to be a boulder of some sort. One thing she knew for certain was that David didn’t have boulders within the boundary of his yard.
Then what was it?
Chapter Four
The large mass shifted and she took off. Jetting into a full run toward the garage where she could get some kind of weapon to protect herself, her mind raced.
Had Rasp found me?
Did he send someone to kill me?
Did I kill him?
Maybe his people had come to Earth to destroy the planet because they were harboring an intergalactic fugitive. Flashes of the people she knew came before her and she offered a prayer to the Star Goddess that more who knew her would not lose their lives for her.
Only halfway through the fields, something big and heavy struck her in the back and she went down face first in the fancy lettuce. She bucked, twisted and fought against the weight pressing down on her prone body.
“Be still,” a deep voice growled.
“Get off me.” She wasn’t trying to take orders from some assassin. Just like with Rasp she would fight for her freedom. Digging into the soil, she attempted to drag herself from underneath the male who seemed to be keeping his body on and around hers in a way that didn’t crush her.
Whoever the person was, they were quick in reading her actions. First one of her wrists, then the other was grabbed and manacled together in the firm grasp of one big hand.
Not a female small in size or stature, it amazed her that he could just restrain her with a single hand. Arching her hips, she tried to toss him off as she’d seen on a rodeo that had played one day on a store television.
“Blazing star dust—” A hand took hold of her hip and held her still, thick and strong fingers flexed into her rounded flesh.
She wasn’t sure what grabbed her attention first and sparked the needed in her body to cause an avalanche to her senses. It was either the feeling of her ass pressed against him or the hard shaft resting along the seam of her backside.
It was becoming more difficult for her to think. Her breathing turned labored and her nipples were tightening. All she could do was try and stave off her reaction to the male. She forced herself to pull her hips away, but didn’t anticipate his hold that brought him along with her movement. It made her shifting seem more like a sensual dance between lovers.
He groaned and the vibration made her blood hum and her body tremble.
The urge to spread her legs and arch into him so that she could feel the stiff rod against her hot center assailed her. She whimpered at her own neediness. Now she could understand why the leaders of Harveton had insisted the unmated females spend their calori series away from the mass population. The desire to bond and breed was so forceful around a male, it seemed a female would take anyone available to slack the need.
Then why no response to David?
Cyran couldn’t reason at the moment. Couldn’t make sense of anything but one, how good his touch felt on her skin.
She realized he was no longer holding her wrists as he was stroking along her fingers—up, around and between them. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. When he brushed along the delicate, sensitive connective skin at the base of a finger small quakes went off inside of her.
Crying out with the pleasure she had to use a lot of strength to restrain herself from asking him to do it again.
“You must release me.” She turned her head and tried to see the male that held her, who’s touch brought her so much pleasure.
His face was still a mystery, but his breath danced along her jaw as he leaned closer to her. “I know.”
He didn’t.
Instead the hand that once held her plump hip was stroking up along the back of one of her thighs, dragging her skirt up with it. As it rose higher, she began to panic. Not out of fear, but because she could feel within the marrow of her bones that if this male touched her most secret place she wouldn’t be able to hold back her response, which could lead to actions she would possibly regret taking.
His hand was now at the top of her thigh. So, close.
“Witch, what power is it you hold over me. How have you vexed me so?” His teeth grazed along her jaw as he spoke, just before he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked.
“Ohh…ah. Ah!” Her legs spread wide as if on their own accord. She would have believed that he was more of a Warlock and was casting a spell over her. Maybe he wasn’t from Vorhal and he was one of the men in town that David had said approached him about her. There were so many different species of beings in Magic it was more reasonable this male had some mythical talent to drive a woman out of her mind with lust. “It is you who…holds the wicked influence. Release me of your enchantment.”
“I can’t,” he growled. His hand was right at her center, a breath away from complete touch.
She ached and her sex wept. “Please…” Please don’t. Please do. Please go away. Please don’t make me wait. Which of these represented her plea she couldn’t decipher.
Then he cupped her pussy as his thumb stroked the crease of her ass and she exploded.
Not one but two orgasms shot through her body, sending her to Sol and back again, only to return among the stars. As each quake road from her core up her spine and out to her fingers and toes, she found her cries smothered by the male’s mouth. His tongue slipped deep between her lips, dueling with her own.
He wasn’t kissing her; they were feasting on each other. Her hands and his other were intertwined, linked. The need to be connected to this male on a molecular level was beyond her comprehension.
Could this be what the aged female leaders on Harveton spoke of as she and the other defective ones sat along the wall as they talked of passion and pleasure unimaginable bestowed by the goddess.
She wanted more. Needed more. The shudders and quivers of satisfaction were just not enough. Schooled in physical bonding, she clearly understood what came next with her internal demands. With her mouth to occupied to speak, she encircled his ankles with her feet then arched into his hand and ground her wet heat into his fingers.
Picking up on her bold hint, he played along her labia, circled her clit until she was thrashing beneath him. When two of his thick fingers pressed inside and stretched her untried walls, she found herself thrusting and riding him into another earthquake.
The male ripped his mouth away. “I must have you or cease to exist.”
Cyra
n understood his words. Even being separated from his touch in the slightest was like a death, destruction from the inside out.
Later there would be time to analyze this. Discover how he had brought her to this point of meteor shower insanity. Now, there was just sensation. Just them. Just this male that held the key to unlocking the door to a world of passion.
First her skirt was ripped away. Shortly after her top followed. The ripples and delicate leafs of lettuces cooled her hot skin along the front of her body. After a few snaps she was blanketed by the muscular heat of the male’s hair covered skin. The short silken hairs tickled her, excited her.
“I am not a small male, but a warrior, spread yourself wide for me, witch.”
Witch? He was no warrior but a warlock of the first realm. However, her mind may disagree with his words, but her body complied. She dragged her legs out wide, to a painful limit, however, she didn’t care as long as he came into her.
At last the crown of his shaft pressed at her opening. He paused.
She whined, not understand why he waited.
He licked along the shell of her ear. “Grant my cock permission to spear through your walls to your heart.”
My heart? Even though this male spoke metaphorically, that word gave her pause. Only a mate had the right of a heart’s claim.
“Do you not grant?” he growled. His struggle for control evident in the roughness of his voice.
Moon hell, she’d couldn’t deny either of them. “Do not delay, warrior. Take me.”
Adhering to her plea, he drove forward and claimed her body. Her walls were stretched tight and she was stuffed beyond her imaginings. His cock sat so deep it seemed as if her heart beat around his crown.
He swallowed her scream of pleasure and pain as he devoured every moan, cry and sigh and fed her his lust and groans of satisfaction.
In and out, his shaft stroked along her walls, as she painted him with the slick heat of her desire. Every time he slammed into her with force that drove her into the fertilized enriched soil, she arched up and met his thrusts.
