She glanced at her surroundings in incredulity. The world was beautiful. Colors were bright and intense. Strange animals roamed freely below the trees and in the distance, she could see what must be the city. Tall spires and open balconies were visible on every magnificent dwelling. There were no homeless people or squalid housing. Everything was beautiful and dream-like and unlike anything she had ever seen except in her dreams.
Kyp spoke to her mother for hours while Petra lay at her feet. Theokritos lounged beside her quietly, his warm hand on her knee in support–a constant reminder of his presence. Aphrodite told her daughter of the heartache of leaving the two people she loved behind. She told her why she couldn’t stay on earth and spoke of the rules of traveling to the other dimension. She explained that she left her daughter with her father so he wouldn’t be alone—that she always planned to bring Kyp to Atlantis once she reached twenty one and needed her mother’s guidance to go through the changes her maturity would bring. She told her of the love that never wavered for her and her father.
Aphrodite cleared her throat and shook herself as if to remove the melancholy. “Theokritos,” she said gesturing to Kyp’s wet dream, who nodded his head in acknowledgement, “caught me returning from earth. One of his powers is the ability to see earth by entering human dreams. He can also see the future. He knew about your father and me...and you. He could have forbidden me to ever see you again, but he recognized his soul mate in you, in your spirit, so we made a bargain. To see you again and escape permanent banishment from earth, I agreed to a betrothal between the two of you. In return, he agreed to wait for you until your twenty first birthday,” Aphrodite explained. A determined look filled her eyes, “But I only agree to the match if you accept him and of course it is your decision if you want to stay in Atlantis.”
Theokritos growled in defiance. “Don’t test me, Aphrodite,” he promised. His brow smoothed as he looked at Kyp. He stared at her as if he saw right through her to her innermost desires.
Kyp remembered her dreams and knew them to be real. He really had been with her in her dreams. He was her soul mate. She looked over his long, almost metallic hair now that she could see it above water. His brilliant, azure eyes shined with lust and desire for her. His muscular, tanned chest and arms covered in tattoos made her mouth dry. The braid lay on a sculpted shoulder. His pants, slung low on his slim hips, molded themselves to his firm buttocks and legs. Long feet peeked in casual sexiness from below the loose pants.
She was thrilled by him and the knowledge that he watched and waited for her all of these years burned inside her. Yes, yes, she would accept him.
He read the knowledge in her eyes and in an instant they were somewhere else—Petra left behind at her mother’s. They lay on a large soft surface that seemed to float as if on water, reminiscent of her dreams. “Welcome to our home.” He said as he ripped the sturdy wetsuit from her body as if it were paper.
She moaned and attempted to grab his hands to halt his assault, wickedly tempted to make him work for her seduction. The thought of the powerful man losing control was dangerously exciting.
He growled and wrenched her wrists above her head.
A smug look of satisfaction crossed his visage when two crystal bracelets appeared on her wrists. She gasped in delight, then moaned as they melded in the center together forming erotic handcuffs. The crystal was the same radiant color as his eyes.
He captured her gaze, then forcing her legs apart, entered her in one long thrust. He drove her up on the soft surface with his pounding thrusts and leaned over to lick the valley of her breasts and nipples.
Kyp writhed and thrust beneath him. When he grabbed the skin of her neck with his sharp teeth, she screamed and climax soared through her. He pumped until her release eased, then reached down and pinched her clit sharply. She gasped as he ground his hips against it. The friction upped the sensations another level as they flamed to life again.
“Do you take me as your mate?” A husky voice demanded. He thrust again deeply, conqueringly and Kyp closed her eyes against the feelings. “Do you take me?” He growled as he shook her tethered arms above her head.
She looked up at him. His eyes blazed in emotion, azure sparks mesmerizing. A snarl showed glistening white teeth with four long fangs, she swallowed, thrilled by her dangerous lover…and mate. “Yes,” she whispered wholeheartedly. He was her heart. He gave her a new home and a new life, and she anticipated an eternity of his exotic love.
He growled and roared as they reached climax together. He pumped three more times as the aftershocks rocked their bodies. They collapsed into the softness and the bracelets broke apart, but remained on her wrists.
They were Atlantean wedding bracelets, a mark of his ownership and she wore them with pride. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and new fangs glistening. For the first time in her life, she felt at peace. She was home. Her quest was fulfilled.
SCORCHER
D. J. Manly
The woman beckoned to him. Her intense blue eyes seemed to burn into his very soul. “We know what you need,” she whispered. Her voice sounded like velvet. Naked, he followed her down a narrow corridor. Around him were sounds not of this world. Strange shadows crept around him cautiously. Startled, he lost sight of her for a moment and quickened his pace. He was plunged into an open space, seemingly encased in a transparent room. Strange creatures swam in the water surrounding him. Invisible hands caught him suddenly and began moving over his body. A white light cascaded down on him, blinding him.
“Adonis,” someone whispered amidst the bizarre moans and groans reverberating in his ears. “We have been waiting for you.”
He was as light as air, floating. The hands moving over his flesh were at first gentle, soothing, then, the touch changed. It felt different, the hands were more urgent, more demanding. “Adonis.” Fingers twisted his nipples, soft lips suckled his ball sac and a scratchy tongue moved over the length of his shaft. “Open yourself to us,” echoed a multitude of voices. Two hands sliced down between his ass cheeks. He felt something warm and sticky hit his anus, then the tip of what felt like a tongue slithered up inside of him, hitting every erogenous spot possible. He moaned. Something moved across his lips, then pried over his jaw. His head was forced back and what felt like a hard, slick cock was pushed into his throat. “Drink, Adonis, drink.” He was suspended in the air, an object now burrowing deeper into his ass and expanding. It began to pump him, and at the same time, the cock in his mouth began to fuck his face. Both invaded him at a frantic pace. He felt his cock being stroked at the same time, while expert tongues tortured both nipples.
* * * *
Adonis sat up in bed every single night at the same time, his body bathed in sweat. He was lucky if he got five hours sleep. He tried to explain to the many doctors he had visited that he wasn’t really sleeping when he dreamt. Rather, it was like he was rendered powerless, wide awake, but submerged completely in another reality. He’d been told he was overworked. He’d been told he had deep seated sexual desires that he felt guilty about. He’d been told he should take medication. In the end, he stopped seeing the doctors, convinced that these were more than just dreams. Of course, maybe he was insane. His colleagues on the seismological research team at the university certainly thought so, and even Devon, his ex lover began to act as if he thought something was wrong with him.
“Donis,” he’d told him last night as he sat on the sofa drinking a beer, “I hate to sound like a broken record, but I still say these dreams are related to all this Atlantis stuff.”
He always called him Donis when he was telling him something disagreeable. Adonis eyed him, folding strong, well muscled arms across his chest.
“See, you’re getting defensive,” Devon pointed out.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You’ve crossed your arms—”
“Stop playing amateur psychologist and be on my side for a change.”
“You know I’m on your side,�
�� he said. “And if you’d let me, I’d help you to sleep.” He smiled slyly.
“We agreed to remain friends, remember? Living together was hell.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t…” He trialed off and lifted his eyebrows up and down a few times.
Adonis laughed. Devon was cute, but sex with him had often been disappointing.
“See, I made you laugh. You’re so beautiful when you…” He got up off the sofa and came closer. He reached out to touch his cheek with his fingertips.
Adonis slapped his hand away. “Knock it off, Romeo. Look, these dreams are not just borne of sexual frustration. I had them even when we were together, don’t you remember?”
“Yes. I remember.” Devon met his gaze. “I didn’t realise how obsessed you were at that time with this Atlantis thing.”
“It has nothing to do with that.” He’d once thought it was because he was sexually frustrated, but he would have never told Devon that.
“When you get something in your head, you…well…you’re stubborn and pig headed…very Greek.”
Adonis ignored that. “I know Atlantis is real, and I know that on the Island of Santorini…”
“We went there. You didn’t find anything.”
“Yes, but I didn’t have the right information. Atlantis somehow disappeared under the Ocean and—”
“Under the ocean now?” Devon laughed.
“Now you sound like everyone else.” He threw up his hands. “They think I’m nuts and so do you. Well, I’m going back to Santorini. I think I know now exactly where to dive and…”
Devon placed a hand on his arm. “Look at me. I’m seriously worried about you. I think somehow you’re developing delusions about—”
Adonis jerked his arm away. “I got to go.”
He followed him out into the hallway. “You’re going to lose your job. If you continue your obsession, they’ll oust you from the university. I don’t want to see all your hard work go down the drain and—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Adonis cut him off. He didn’t tell him it was already too late for that. When caught up with at the elevator, he refused to look at him.
“Adonis, I love you. Forget about all this Atlantis stuff and come back to me. We’ll work all this out, find you the right doctor to help you with the dreams.”
The elevator door opened. He walked on and pressed the button for the lobby. He turned around and gave Devon a sad smile. “No thanks,” he said. “I don’t need any more doctors. See you.” The elevator doors closed between them.
* * * *
After three years of research, Adonis had developed a theory, a theory based on predictability and sound geological findings. Not only was he sure he knew the approximate location of where Atlantis once was, he was quite confident it still existed, that Atlantis and earth were separated only by the ocean itself.
When he’d told his colleagues he suspected there was another universe underneath the Indian Ocean, his declaration was met with derision. “You’re out of your mind,” Jeff Carter, the head of the Geology Department, scoffed. “Now there’s another world under the ocean?” He glanced around at the others.
“Look,” Adonis threw back at him, “given the predicted size of the earthquake which occurred there over eleven thousand years ago, we—”
Jeff held up his hand. “We can’t be sure with any accuracy an earthquake of that magnitude even happened.”
“This is ridiculous,” Anita Perkins burst out. She was a well quoted expert in the area of seismological research. “If you don’t stop this, Don, we’re going to end up being a laughing stock. I can’t believe you got funding for this Atlantis crap. It’s a myth.”
“First of all, Anita, my name isn’t Don,” Adonis told her, “and secondly, we know little about the ocean floor. We haven’t even—”
“Precisely,” she sighed. “Are you saying that somehow Atlantis passed through some portal under the ocean floor and…”
Some of the others had begun to file out of the room already.
“I’m not sure how it was done, except that the size of the earthquake was powerful enough to-”
“No earthquake is that powerful,” Jack interjected.
“Maybe it had some help. We had an ice age, didn’t we? Why not a—”
“Adonis, I think you need to take a break. You’ve been working too hard,” Jeff pointed out. And that was the end of that conversation. He was told to take a sabbatical, so, that’s what he’d do. He was going to take a sabbatical to the Island of Santorini.
* * * *
He hadn’t slept since he’d arrived on the island, but it didn’t mean the dreams were far away. If he closed his eyes, he could see them. He took a jagged breath, his heart beating hard in his chest. He felt breathless. A trickle of perspiration ran down his temple.
“Yes,” a soft voice whispered, “we know you’re here.”
His eyes flew open. He glanced up at the huge rock which diligently guarded the ocean. The water was icy blue tonight. The moon grinned down on it prudently. At most, he would be able to dive one thousand feet, which meant that he’d get no where near where he needed to go. “Help me,” he whispered. He shivered in the night air, placed his head down on his arms and again closed his eyes. It was the dreams, which told him he was right, but no sane, learned man, would allow himself to be guided by dreams.
“Your theories are pure speculation, Adonis,” Jeff had told him before he left the university. “I don’t understand it. You’re a brilliant scientist. In fact, it’s rare to see such brilliance in a man of your age. Get help, save your sanity and your career. Give up on this nonsense. Next, you’ll be telling me you believe the Gods actually existed!”
Suddenly, he couldn’t breath. His eyes snapped open and he began to struggle. No, it couldn’t be. He was no longer sitting on top of the hill. He was under water and there was a current dragging him deeper. His life flashed in front of him as he kicked out frantically with his arms and legs. Then he saw her again. Her face was so close to his. Flimsy material floated around her body and those intense blue eyes scorched his very soul.
“Don’t struggle. Sleep,” she whispered, “sleep, Adonis”
Everything faded.
When he opened his eyes, he was sure he was dead. It was exactly like his dream. He was surrounded by what seemed to be transparent glass. Outside of it was water. He was horizontal, but there was nothing supporting his body. He was floating in mid air. He tried to move his arms, but they were caught with something over his head. There didn’t appear to be anything attached to his ankles, but yet his legs felt heavy, like they weighed five hundred pounds. He couldn’t lift them at all. He tilted his head down to his chest and noticed that he was naked, but he felt no chill. In fact he felt warm, as if he was housed in some kind of a cocoon. He glanced around the room.
Suddenly, he caught sight of a strange looking creature. It was bright green, and although it seemed to have a human face, it also had fins, webbed hands and a long tail. It paused, glanced in at him, and its face, neither male nor female, widened into some kind of a grimace. It was frightening. Adonis cried out. “Where am I? Please, don’t just leave me here.”
Other creatures swam by now. They paused, floating there in a congregation, gawking in at him. It felt odd being on display like this, naked, with a multitude of humanoid sea creatures ogling him. Then he gasped as he felt his body shift from horizontal to vertical. He was being slowly turned around from one angle to another, affording the onlookers a better view of his nudity. His entire body was being gradually thrust forward toward the glass, his legs spread of their own volition, as his hips pushed outwards. He glanced up to see that his wrists seemed to be suspended by something, but whatever it was, it was invisible to the eye. It was as if he was suspended in mid air, attached to nothing.
His cock and balls hit the partition, and although glass like, it felt soft, pliable. The material seemed to bend to accommodate his genitals. Webbed hands
reached up and stroked the definitive bulge in the partition. Adonis gasped as he was yanked around so that his ass could be displayed. His legs spread open even wider and his body was bent at the waist. He tried to struggle as he felt the slightest tickling over his anus. “Okay, enough,” he shouted. “What in hell is this? What are you?” His body dropped to the floor and everything went dark.
“On your knees,” someone shouted as Adonis squinted his eyes from what was gradually switching from darkness to an icy blue hue. “I am the Goddess Cleito,” a voice said.
Hands pressed his shoulders, keeping him on his knees. He blinked to see the woman he’d seen so many times in his dreams. She was tall, her body moving as if in one fluid line as she approached. The sleek body suit she wore was aqua, the same colour her skin appeared to be. In fact, one couldn’t tell where the clothing ended and the skin began. She was beautiful in a strangely exotic way, those intense blue eyes now boring down into his as he looked up at her. “Release him,” she said. She turned away and floated ahead of him, bidding him to follow.
Adonis checked behind him, but there wasn’t anyone. The woman mounted a two step platform and sat on a stone throne. “I’m dreaming,” he said softly.
“I assure you, you are not.”
“Where am…I?”
“You already know,” she acknowledged her head. “Welcome to Atlantis.”
Adonis choked back a sob. “Then it’s real. It’s real.”
“It is.”
“How did I—”
“You are here, Adonis, because we led you here.”
“But why?” he looked around him. He paused, letting his hands fall in front of his genitals. It was kind of difficult moving into scientist mode when he was standing there naked.
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