by TylerRose.
“Harder,” she gasped when he let her come up for air.
Half his hand jammed up into her as her legs went weak. Once more and the liquid of her first non-masturbatory orgasm splattered in all directions. He put her on her back on the floor.
“You can do better than that,” he admonished, working his entire fist into her virginal channel.
Rather than exorcising a demon out of her, he was awakening the demon within. He’d let her out of her tightly locked cage.
“There you are,” he smiled to the black-eyed beauty that snarled back at him.
She let her hands dig and scratch, loving every second of her most raw passions.
“There’s my favorite girl,” he purred, hand slowly moving shallow and deeper. “Doesn’t matter who touches you after this. You are mine.”
One more staff power infused kiss that he ended slowly, disengaging their mouths and his fingers. Still he held onto her a few seconds, looking into her soul as she looked into his.
“Stay strong. Don’t let anyone or anything stop you,” he said.
She could only nod. He left her there, weak and shaking on the floor. A few seconds to get up and she ran to the door to see him fly up and over the top of the rock cathedral.
That familiar hurricane of sound and colors overtook her. She sank to her knees in pain as the brain went into the Widening the soul had already endured once before.
Julian came to help as he had before, understanding they were very close to finally getting the endeavor underway. Letting loose the abilities that had been contained and trapped within for all these years while she grew up was one of their last steps.
When she came to, she was on Sanctuary.
“I need to see Landra Ahr. Bring him.”
“From when?” Jiogaard asked.
“Halfway through his trip to Earth.”
She ate a meal and the mechanoid was brought to her.
“Who are you?” he started with. “You are the girl who owned Crecorday station.”
“You are chasing the staff I need. It’s safe, but you need to get to Earth faster. Go directly there rather than follow Adamantine. You need to get ahead of him and get there much sooner. Find Jerome Black and convince him of the fight to come. When you start giving them the genetic modifications, don’t be conservative about it. Give all three of them as much as you can of their specialties. For Jerome, give him every damn ounce of every damn thing you can. I have it directly from him, many decades after the fact, that he can take it.
“Will you be there as well?” he asked.
“Well after you’ve done the modifications, yes. During a blizzard, he’s going to have a single night with a blonde version of me. You have to let him do it. You have to let him let her go the next day. When you see me—“ she tugged a spiral of brilliant red hair. “You will know it’s time.”
“What else should I know?” he asked.
They talked for several hours. She told him about her planet, the mountain, about Thomas’ attack on her.
“I don’t know if we’ll ever need to use that information. He may not ever do anything like that,” she said.
“I will be prepared if he does,” he promised.
“Know that you cannot ever speak a word of any of this. Not even to me. I may forget things. You won’t.”
“I understand that very well. Thank you for trusting me. For the first time, I see a path to success. We may be stacking the deck, but no one else has followed any rules in any of this.”
“You got that right,” she had to smile.
He offered a hand for shaking and she took it.
“See you soon enough,” he said.
Jiogaard escorted him out, to return him to his ship. For all the things she’d told him, there had been a great many things she couldn’t tell. L’Roc-ai’s early death, for example. It might not happen this time around. She had to let it be.
“I’m ready to go back to the village,” she said when Jiogaard returned to her.
Within weeks,through many hours of intense practice, every ability she’d had before was present. She had gained more.
“I’m ready to go,” she declared before bed one night. “There’s nothing more to gain by waiting.”
“Wait until tomorrow, please,” Chen said. “There’s one more thing that needs to be done.”
He wouldn’t tell her what, however. She came out from a good night’s rest to find a small urn glowing red hot over a bed of coals on a fire pedestal. Chen was sitting on the floor waiting for her. Her eyes questioned him.
“You’re ready, daughter,” he said, not moving from the spot. “While there is always more to learn, there is nothing more I can teach you.”
She saw Jiogaard off to the side in the doorway to Chen’s bedroom, there to perform his part as already discussed over a year earlier. Julian stood with him.
She had not thought she would ever be learned enough in Kung Fu, the philosophy of the Tao, in all the things necessary to perform the Urn Ceremony. Taking a big breath and exhaling all negative energys, she walked forward and lifted her arms. Pressing hard against the sides, grunting with the searing pain, she lifted the small urn and moved it to the second pedestal with the stone top. Putting it down, she fell to her knees with the shock to her body.
Jiogaard came out at once and took her arms in hand. Speaking words she heard in her soul rather than with her ears, the burns went through a healing process until they were bright pink and no longer hurt. Tiger on the left, dragon on the right, clear as day. Another set of words enchanted them so that they could only be seen if she swiped her hand over them. They would fade again within seconds. Thus, she had the scars of the Shaolin Master, could still feel them in the final stage of healing, but no one would see them unless she wanted to show them.
“What date do you want to return to Earth?” Jiogaard asked.
She had been thinking about that a great deal.
“Mid-June, 1992.”
“Then go. Find the energy that calls to you, speaks to your soul, and you will arrive in the correct place,” he told her.
She sat in meditation, removed herself from the planet to see the vast array of possible timelines as she’d seen them when she was an energy being. She felt for that particular throb of energy from the Jerome she’d known on the mountain, the one who had very intentionally claimed her body and her soul as his.
If this planet was her own Sanctuary, then it was her own place in space and time where everything converged. It existed in no one timeline, but in all of them. They flowed through her planet to come out the other side. When Landra Ahr had been brought, he’d been brought from all the timelines and returned to all of them. It was Jerome she had to find. When she felt the same throb in her belly as when he’d fisted her, claimed her, she lunged headlong for him.
With a flash of light and sizzle of electricity, she and Chen arrived in his empty Kwoon courtyard. The sky above was dark, filled with stars in darkest night.
“When will you go to meet Jerome?” he asked.
“In a few days. I want to acclimate first.”
Julian appeared on Sistair,his arrival a hard jolt that left him shaking. He found a news display to learn the date. About two hundred years before Tyler would make her appearance. He realized he was in his own body with a second soul. Rather than his own body, she’d merged him into the same physical form as the indigenous Julian. They swiftly made an agreement to share.
Two souls, one body, better to help and serve the Immaculate. Better to gather and hold information to bring Earnol to justice. One from this line, one from another, they both knew precisely what their father was capable of.
Earnol had enough power and skill to pull himself out of one timeline to look into another. Something he hid as much as possible but used frequently to make sure all his schemes were working. He was beginning to go the way of Fate on Gethis, thinking he was more powerful and important than he really was. Julian could hardly wait to c
atch up to Tyler and bring his father down.
A few days turned into a couple weeks as she couldn’t get her body to acclimate to the planet. She was always cold. Food sat hard on her stomach until she was barely eating anything.
Fed up, knowing it wasn’t going to get better anytime soon, she went to the video store Jerome owned. Standing by a window and looking out into the parking lot, feeling his eyes on her, she looked up to a camera. In seconds she felt that powerful energy that was him rushing across the second floor to the stairs, rushing forward into the shop. Her heart pounding, palms growing damp, ears and neck heating she felt his every step as he approached.
“Hey there, gorgeous.”
She looked sideways up to him, saw knowledge in his good eye. She remembered he’d had two natural eyes when he’d come to visit her in the village. At some point, he would be able to grow a new one.
He knew who she was, what they had to do, was as unsure how to start as she was. Time to get the party started and prepare for a war.
“Hey there, handsome.”
About the Author
TylerRose. is a pseudonym, of course.
I live in NYC, crochet for friends and family,
and quilt and crochet blankets for kitty cat rescue centers.
