"Ah ... then the die is cast ... you are my fate."
"What does that mean?"
"Only you can free us."
"Me? How can I do that when I don't really know where here is?"
"Only you have the power."
"I don't understand.” She looked at him and closed her eyes. What am I missing here?
"I know and I cannot tell you, even though I want to."
"Why can't you?"
"It is part of the spell. All I can tell you is that you are the key."
It saddened her to know she could free them and yet she didn't know the first thing about getting it done.
"Please do not worry about it. Our freedom will find a way through our desire.” He began to caress her arms. “I would rather get back to what we were doing."
All other thoughts flew from her head as she realized she too wanted to do that very thing. How can I be this turned on? I've only just met the man. Her body responded and it was what she wanted to do more than anything. It had been ages since she'd had a good fuck.
Dewin slid his hand up her leg and cupped her pussy through the blue jeans she had decided to wear. Sliding his hand up under her shirt, forcing her bra aside, he found her nipple and rubbed it into a hard, taut nub. “I would like you to take off your clothes. They are very foreign to me and I do not understand your underclothes. Most women in my time had very few things under their clothes."
Rachel stood before him, suddenly shy. It had been years since she undressed for a man and something told her that this time would be different.
"You do not need to be shy. I already think you are beautiful."
"I'm not,” she whispered.
He looked up at her stunned. “Who has made you believe you are not a beautiful woman?” he questioned harshly. “Every woman is beautiful in their own way. They just need to learn to be comfortable with that beauty."
"Remember that I told you society was a whole lot different than your time?"
"I do."
"I'm considered overweight."
"Overweight ... what do you mean by overweight?"
She sighed. How did one explain to another who didn't understand today's society? “I have too much meat on my bones."
He quirked his eyebrows. “Ah.” Dewin started at the top of her head and slowly scanned down her whole body. Again, there was a moment of being uncomfortable before he completed his assessment. “Whoever told you that is wrong. You appear to have curves in all the right places. Please undress and let me be the judge."
She swallowed hard. Rachel wanted this man to like her and her body. She just wished there were some way to turn down the light. “Can't we turn off the light?"
"I will dim them for you but there is no way I will turn them out. I want to see you and I want you to see me."
Rachel was happy when the lighting dimmed down quite a bit. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Reaching around, she unsnapped her bra and let it float to lie on top of her shirt. Next, she pushed off her shoes and pulled off her socks. She realized she went too quickly and slowed down. Biting her lip in consternation, she unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down her legs. Taking the elastic band of her panties, she hesitated for a moment before pushing them down around her ankles.
Suddenly, Dewin was by her side, caressing her body. His hand brushed the vee of hair between her legs, seeking entrance to her innermost places. His mouth swooped down and his tongue probed the inner recesses of hers demanding she give her all. She felt a moan swell in the back of her throat. His large hands rubbed her breasts, bringing each peak to full arousal. They were replaced by his mouth and she felt like a sapling in a strong wind. She gasped in surprise when his hands replaced his mouth, pinching them to an even greater response.
Rachel knew she had only dreamt of the things he would do to her. There was something more primitive about this man than any other she had ever known. He got down on his knees in front of her and spread her legs a little wider.
"I am going to make love to you like no one has ever done before.” Leaning in, his hands spread her vulva, allowing him full access to her clit. Moaning, she leaned her head back and enjoyed the feeling of a man worshiping her body, something she had never really experienced in all her life. Not even with the college boy.
Breathing heavily, she realized she was going to fall down. Magically, a soft cushion appeared behind her and she allowed herself to be pushed down into its plush depths. “Was that magic?” she managed to ask, each stroke pushing her higher than before.
"It has its advantages.” Running his hand up between her breasts, he caressed her jaw and neck, leisurely moving down to her breasts, caressing them again into hard nubs.
"This isn't fair,” she murmured. “I want your clothes off too."
Again, magic took care of the seemingly impossible. A smattering of dark hair dotted his chest which flowed into a flat abdomen and on down to his now-hard shaft. Reaching down, Rachel tried to touch and caress him.
"Not so fast. This first time is about you. It will be about me soon enough.” Holding her down with his hand, he leaned forward and licked her, his tongue hotly caressing her clit. She nearly jumped through the roof as he found her and suckled on her most intimate part. His fingers dipped between her legs and entered her slowly. “You are tight. Are you a virgin? I hope I do not hurt you."
"I'm not a virgin. It's just been a long time."
Slurping the liquid from her body, he continued worshiping her with his mouth. Rachel arched up to meet him and moaned, pushing her body even more into his mouth. This was wonderful, so new and different than anything she had ever felt before. This man actually cared that she was pleasured first. Licking her from top to bottom, she moaned again, as he slithered back up to suck her already enlarged clit.
Pulling the moisture from her body, he massaged it into the tight rosette of her ass. Pressing slowly into her, she was surprised just how easily his fingers entered her. She had heard other girls in college talk of the wonders of anal sex but had never experienced it for herself. Before long his fingers were going in and out of both her vagina and her ass at a pace that brought her closer and closer to fulfillment.
Soon, though, Dewin slowed down the tempo making each movement an exquisite torture that only he could fulfill. His fingers touched her innermost spot and she became a writhing mass of pleasure as her orgasm got closer and closer.
"I'm going to come.” Breathing heavily, Rachel couldn't believe the feelings she experienced. Her body was on the edge of a large abyss, hovering, ready to plunge over the edge for the thrill of a lifetime. When it did come, it quickly slammed into her and tossed her about like a feather in the wind, soaring ever higher until there was nowhere to go but down.
Gently, the afterglow enveloped her, yet her senses were still on heightened alert. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him up and kissed him almost savagely. She could taste herself on him, savoring the rather tangy flavor. Rolling him over, she gazed down at his handsome face.
"Your turn.” Rachel moved down his body and began to caress his hard cock. He was larger than most men she had seen or been with and that excited her. Pulling him into her mouth, she realized he filled her mouth as she began to suck the large head. On closer inspection, she could see it was purple with unresolved passion, a passion that burned for her. She wanted to get him as close as she could, thus giving him as much pleasure as possible.
She rolled her tongue along the underside of the huge organ and heard him let out a low moan. Slowly he began thrusting his cock ever further into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the groove of the large head, nipping and licking the full length of him. Rachel followed the shaft until it met his body and flicked out her tongue to caress his balls. Pulling first one, then the other into her mouth, she was rewarded with a shuddering response.
"If you keep that up, I won't last long as I've already lasted longer than I thought I would,” he murmured, caressing her head with h
is hands.
Rachel licked and nibbled him for a few moments more when his cock suddenly became slightly longer and harder. Backing off, she calmed him down before climbing on him. Unhurriedly, she straddled his body and impaled herself on his cock.
"You are so tight. I know I will want to fuck you again and again.” Dewin let out a guttural cry and pushed all the way inside her.
Rachel matched him stroke for stroke, amazed she could take him all in. It caused the most delicious of feelings to begin within her. She felt a shudder start that eventually ran through his whole body. She began to circle her hips and felt his large cock stretch her even more.
He would withdraw as much as his position allowed and thrust back in ever so slowly, inch by inch.
"Let go, give yourself to me,” he whispered. “Give into all those desires, all those feelings."
A thousand tendrils of emotion rushed through her body as she gave into the sheer wantonness of the moment. Her pleasure was alive as it rushed through her, even more intense than the first time as she climbed the pinnacle to fulfillment.
His own breathing became even harsher. Within moments, she felt and heard a cry welling from deep within him as hot jets of cum exploded into her, setting off the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. Screaming, she began to kiss him frantically and arched into him even more as the hot juices flowed from each of their bodies.
Slowly coming back to reality, she rolled to his side. “I could fall in love with you if we did that every day."
Pulling back, he looked at her intensely. “What did you say?"
"I said..."
* * * *
She was slammed back into her own time but there was a difference. Looking down into his warm blue eyes, which were now smiling, she prayed that they had clothes on. Looking around, Rachel was amazed no one even cared they were on the ground. Of course, it helped that the nearest person was at least a couple meters away.
"Okay, what just happened?” Her body was still warm and tingly from what she had just experienced with this man. She wanted to rip his clothes off again right in front of everyone.
He laughed. “I told you, you were the key."
Sitting up, she wasn't surprised to find herself fully clothed nor that he was dressed appropriately for the time period.
"I don't understand."
"You said you could fall in love with me, Rachel Hamilton. Love was the key."
Sighing, she was sure disappointment filled her face. “I guess this means you'll be off to greener pastures.” She stood up and began to walk away. She'd have at least one passionate moment to remember from this vacation.
A hand gripped her arm and pulled her back. “You're not getting away that easily."
Turning back to him, she looked at his towering figure. This man surely doesn't want me. “What are you talking about?"
"I remember why Merlin put me beneath the henge."
"Why?” She waited for an answer breathless.
"Merlin could see the future, you know. He knew you were going to be here and would need me. He knew we were meant for each other."
Smiling up at him, she held his hand. “So does this mean you'll be staying with me?"
"I've waited an eternity for you, there's no way I'm giving you up that easily, Rachel.” Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her deeply.
"There you are."
Turning, she saw Sam standing a few feet away holding Devon's hand. “Want to introduce me to your friend?"
Rachel looked at Dewin confused and not sure what to do or say.
Taking the lead, Dewin pushed out his hand. “I am Dewin Kingston, Rachel's fiancé."
Shock was etched on both of their faces. “The Dewin Kingston?” Sam gasped.
"At your service.” He bowed slightly. “If you don't mind, I need to speak to Rachel for a quick moment and then we can join you."
Pulling her along with him, he pushed her behind a stone and drew her in his arms again. “Now where were we?"
Smacking him playfully on the shoulder, she laughed. “What was that all about?"
"Well, I could not very well be a penniless sot, now could I? I was brought here to love and provide for you forever.” He smiled down at her.
"It still doesn't explain everything.” She reached her arms around his neck.
"Why does everything need to be explained? Some things are just meant to be. Even if they had some help from magic."
"But you changed your future with magic. Isn't there some rule against that? Is that a paradox?” she questioned and watched him closely.
"I really didn't change anything. I was never in your world in the first place. So, I just added myself back into the present.” He kissed her gently on the nose. “There really isn't any harm in magic, you know. After all, magic was the reason I was beneath the henge and magic brought us together."
True. Their relationship would always be magical, in more ways than one.
THEFT OF SOULS
by
RaeLynn Blue
The Falling season had come early and the trees of the Western Forest had shed their leaves prematurely, leaving the forest naked. Against the biting cold, frosty puffs escaped Trace's lips as he removed the blue sphere from his pocket. It was no larger than a grapefruit.
The ball was the bluest Trace had ever seen.
"Let us be quick,” Trace said.
Aryl, his guard, frowned, crinkling his smooth, dark skin in serious concentration.
"Of course."
Even in the fading light, Aryl could see Trace snarling like a coyote—his full lips pulled back, his teeth a dim white. Pointed incisors stood out against his velvety dark skin.
"Dinji won't be pleased if we fail.” Aryl's voice rose slightly above a whisper.
Trace's wooly black hair stuck out in stubby dreadlocks. Yanking his hood over his pointed ears, he nodded. With one tough tug, he adjusted the robe's square silver clasp tight against the icy wind.
"No, he won't. The ceremony is tonight.” Trace's eyes seemed to glow as they caught the last few rays of sunlight. “We will not fail."
Aryl followed Trace's gaze to a clump of interlocking trees where a campfire burned.
"Three humans,” Trace whispered, his lips wet in anticipation. He gripped the ball and descended the cliff. As he reached the edge of the woods, he crept in with but a quick glance back at Aryl.
Aryl followed closely behind him.
Trace blew out the budding anxiousness. Aryl's job was to provide back up for him. Despite his scrawny frame, Aryl's strength could rip through any human—bone, muscle and all. Always faithful, dedicated, and efficient, Aryl's skill was flawless.
Then why am I so nervous?
Trace stepped forward and was swallowed up by the dark night. His boots crunched on the layers of snow, and he whipped in and out between the trees. Since they carried no lantern or light, his midnight robe blended into the gloomy patches that huddled in crevices. Trace knew he was practically invisible to the humans.
And yet, the shrill worry remained knotted in his stomach.
Ahead in the tiny camp of two handmade tents were three humans. A scattered bunch of colonists camped throughout the Western Forest. This camp appeared unprotected by others. Perhaps they were new arrivals to the land.
A woman spun around, her heavy blonde braid thudding around her waist.
"Shush!” she said to the others, dropping her voice to a whisper.
Trace could see her scanning the cheerless, unlit forest. In her arms she hugged more kindling to her chest. Close to the fire the two others fell silent, watching her with wide eyes. When they could hear nothing further, the two giggled uncomfortably.
"Be quiet!” the woman hissed, her posture rigid with fear.
They huddled close together, hearing the terror in her voice.
And Trace eagerly sought them. His own anxiousness melding into excitement at their horror. Trace heard the panic curdled in the air about them.
He'd stopped at the edge of this camp. The sphere pulsated and glowed in his black-gloved hand. The shadows hid him from view. The sun's slow descent was underway and it hugged the horizon.
Aryl fidgeted. “You're thinking too hard."
Trace nodded but said nothing.
"If it's Dinji who plagues you, know there is nothing we can do about his demand for more souls."
Trace nodded again. The night was almost upon them.
"At your mark,” Aryl urged.
Trace dropped his usual grin, but fought to bring it back. This time too, it failed to reach his eyes. It waned like his interest in so many things.
Aryl was right. He had to get to work.
Without warning, he zipped into the forest, moving faster than any human eye could track. Aryl was right behind with a large, carnivorous grin, for he too could smell the humans and knew the eating would be good tonight.
"Who's there?” the woman asked, for it seemed the woods stirred restlessly. “My husband is asleep! Do not make me wake him!"
But from her voice, Trace could discern that she did not speak the truth, nor did it matter. Her soul was the treasure he'd claim this night.
"Please! Show yourself. You're frightening us."
"As you wish,” Trace said calmly as he broke through the forest trees. They seemingly parted to be away from him.
She gasped.
"Goddess of Algora ... elves! Elves! Run, run for your mother's sake!"
She tried to force the others to run, but they stood, rooted to the spot. Frozen, they only gaped and burrowed further into the folds of her dress.
Cackling coldly, Trace threw the sphere. It stopped just before them, hovering in the frigid air. It cracked in the middle and a flash of searing blue light erupted from it. The illumination filled the forest. Aryl could hear them screaming, loud and wretched into the night before falling quiet. The sphere closed up and returned to Trace's gloved hand.
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