Terran Realm Vol 1-6

by Dee, Bonnie

  She was glad she wasn’t the only one suffering from the intensity of the act.

  Then the South Sister threw her two cents into the mix and began to send magma from deep within the earth on its way to the crater.

  “Fuck my ass, Carr! Now, goddamn it, now!” As she reached for his hips to pull him to her, he thrust fully inside. She grunted. “Oh, sweet blessed Gaia…”

  Panting, she held still while her rectum adjusted to the breadth of the intrusion. His thick penis stretched her to the point of pain-pleasure. She felt every throbbing, veined inch of him—and damn, it was good—different, but good.

  His face was fierce with concentration as he thrust two, then three fingers into her vaginal opening, stroking her clit with his thumb. “Tell me when to move, baby. Timing is everything now—your pace … all the way.”

  “Goddess, I love you,” she said between tiny puffs of escaping breaths. She couldn’t decide what throbbed the most—her womb, her clit, his penis or her ass. But it didn’t take long for her to ask him for what she needed. “Move—move—fuck my ass.”

  “Oh yeah, baby,” he said. “That’s what I’m talking about. So sexy, so hot.” He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster. Her hips met each thrust with vigor, demanding more and more. “So good, baby,” he rasped. “So fucking-damn-good.”

  She’d stopped counting the climaxes. Her pleasure from the act so intense she ignored her surroundings and concentrated on them—her and Carr—joined in a carnal act of love that bound them even further together.

  As Carr took her to levels of ecstasy she’d never dreamed of reaching, a niggling in the back of her mind warned her the magma pool was using her submersion in the sex act to force its way to the top of the volcano.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Carr soothed. “We’re good—just keep loving me. All we need to do is direct the energy we’re generating.

  Using the power from Carr’s masterful lovemaking, she shot her essence five kilometers into the earth, directly into the heat and the pressure of the erupting volcano, and began the intricate balancing act to dissipate the gigatons of power threatening to explode into the atmosphere.

  As she absorbed more and more of the energy, she funneled and dissipated it through herself into Carr, who parceled it into the earth and atmosphere, retaining enough to return it to her in a perfect circle of regeneration. All they had to do was keep the perfect circle going until the magmatic pressure was relieved.

  Time passed. Minutes. Hours. She didn’t know. All she could do was make love with Carr and work the seismic activity.

  Carr—come for me. Come in my ass.

  Carr stiffened. His back arched, he shouted to the skies as he let go and emptied his loins into her ass. The intensity of his orgasm threw her into what seemed like a never-ending climax.

  Their orgasms went a long way in dampening the volcano, but still was not quite enough. The bitch had a few tricks up her sleeve.

  Carr pulled out of her ass. He drew a condom on his still-hard cock before thrusting into her vaginal opening. “Let’s try this for a while, baby.” He leaned over and took her mouth in a tongue-thrusting kiss that had her hotter than the magma she fought in a nanosecond.

  We’ll save ass play for another buildup. I sense we’ve almost got this one put to bed.

  Yes … I agree. She arched into his thrusts. Sweet, blessed Gaia, the way you love me … it’s so good. His hips moved smoothly. Already they sought the peak of yet another climax. Carr? Help me … I… She grasped his hips as she screamed her way through another orgasmic spiral. The dual sensations of falling from a great height and being pressured by the gigatons of quake energy scared her.

  Gotcha, baby. He held her to his sweat-dampened chest, giving her his energy, feeding her ability to tame the earth and her orgasm at the same time. Okay, love?

  She nodded, trembling within his strong arms, her own sweat pouring down her face. Carr licked the droplets from her face as his hips gently thrust, maintaining a sexual plateau.

  “Hell, baby, can you hold on for a while longer?” he said. “This bitch of a Sister is not shut down yet.”

  “Just love me, Carr,” she whispered. “I can do anything as long as you love me.”

  “I do. I do.” He took her lips just as she climaxed once more.

  She moaned and screamed through two more climaxes before Carr came one last time—the volcanic activity was shut down for the time being. He rolled off her. She sought his arms immediately, silently demanding comfort, unable to be away from him for even a second. “I’m so tired.”

  “I know, baby. You sure as hell put that bitch down.” He stroked sweaty hair off her face and rubbed her back, holding her tightly against him.

  “We put that bitch down … for now.” She sighed and snuggled her head onto his chest, licking one sweaty male nipple, causing him to shudder. “It may take another, uh, ass-fucking to finish it … but we have some time to rest.”

  “Lily…”

  “You two okay in there?” Donovan’s voice called from outside the tent.

  “Fine, Donovan,” Carr answered with a voice a lot stronger than she could have managed.

  “Morrissey was impressed. That would’ve been a 7.2 quake and the top of the volcano was ready to blow to kingdom come.”

  “Lily says the South Sister has another round in her,” Carr yelled back. “So keep everyone on alert—and away from us.”

  “Got it!”

  Her weary gaze sought his. “Do you think he was close enough to hear me on that last climax?”

  Carr smiled. “Baby, I’m not sure anyone could get far enough away. We both were damn loud.”

  “Well, hell,” she said, her face warm, “I guess I need to get over this embarrassment, huh?”

  He kissed her forehead. “I kind of like that you’re shy about sex around others … but kinky with me. I want you never to be afraid to ask for what you want or need. When you need my cock, ask for it. Anywhere, any time—and in any orifice.”

  She wasn’t sure she could always be as explicit or demanding as he wanted, but she would try. If it made him happy, it made her happy. This partnership would last a long Terran lifetime—and they had a lot of sex acts in their future. If they survived, that is.

  At that moment another type of hunger made itself known. Her stomach growled. She looked around. “Anything to eat or drink here?”

  “Yep.” Carr rolled away and got up. He tucked the covers around her before he took care of the spent condom. Retrieving a cloth, he gently wiped the sexual fluids from her body before seeing to himself. She loved how her cared for her, and she definitely needed it, she could not sit up without the world spinning.

  Naked and utterly comfortable in his nudity, he moved to a small ice chest and pulled out two bottles of water, two bottles of soda with sugar and caffeine—fully leaded, her favorite kind—and some fruit and sandwiches.

  “Here, sweetheart,” Carr said as he offered her half his booty, “eat and drink. Once you get your blood sugar back up, I’ll give you a more complete sponge bath and a massage.”

  Lily smiled. “You take good care of me. No one ever has before.”

  He knelt on the air mattress and reached for her, tilting her chin for a gentle kiss. “When this is over, I’m taking you to the best hotel in San Francisco and getting us a suite. Then you’ll see how well I can care for you. Bubble baths. Massages. Love on silk sheets. Champagne and strawberries. All candlelight and romance—because you deserve it.”

  “As do you, my loving Protector.” She kissed him with all the love in her and felt it returned. Lying back, she let him care for her. She felt desired, cherished—and most of all, loved.

  Chapter Seventeen

  11:00 a.m. (EST), KOTE trawler, Atlantic Ocean.

  After Autumn agreed to attempt to equalize the pressure systems generating the hurricane systems, the director of the KOTE Gulf Storm Team had her and Trent flown to Florida, then helicoptered to the KOTE re
search trawler in the mid-Atlantic, straight east of Venezuela. The tropical depression feeding the hurricanes making their way to the Carribbean and, later, to the Gulf Coast was located there—and everyone expected her to equalize the air pressure enough to stop the feeding of the storms.

  “Trent?” She leaned into his strength as they watched the helicopter that delivered them move away from the ship. “I’m scared.”

  “Me, too, baby.” He gave her waist a squeeze. “No one expects miracles.”

  “Yes, they do.” She turned into him and rested her head on his chest, hiding her face and the fear she expected it revealed in his shirt. “How am I supposed to fix an atmospheric pressure imbalance in the middle of the ocean?”

  “You use your instincts and the abilities Gaia gave you when she chose you.” Trent kissed the top of her head, soothing her with a back rub. “You’ve been tested by evil and survived. You’ll survive this too. I’ll be at your back. I won’t let the power hurt you.”

  She tilted her head and looked into his eyes, saw his concern, his faith and most of all his love for her. “You have more faith in me than I do.” She sighed at his frown. “Okay, I’ll try. But hurricane formation also has something to do with water temperature. I can’t fix that.”

  “But we can.”

  Within the circle of Trent’s arms, Autumn turned to see who’d spoken. Two men stood to the side.

  “We’re Water Keepers,” one of the men said, gesturing to himself and his companion. “All you have to do is equalize the pressure to stop the updraft of the heated moist air. We’ll cool off the surface waters. Between the two operations, we should pull the fangs on these bastard storms.”

  Autumn smiled. “Bastard storms? Couldn’t they be bitch storms?”

  The second of the Water Keepers spoke. “She’s got you there, Aran.” He held out his hand. “I’m Stuart. We’re happy to have you here, Talisman. And your Consort also.”

  “Thank you, Aran and Stuart.” Trent spoke for the both of them. He acted very territorial, pulling Autumn closer to his body as if he could absorb her. “Just call us Autumn and Trent.”

  Trent? Are you okay?

  Just being a male animal, baby. They’re good looking, half-naked—and young.

  I hadn’t noticed, dummy. In case you didn’t know it—I’m crazy in love with you.

  I’m glad, because I feel the same about you.

  Trent asked the two men waiting patiently, “Where do you want us?”

  “How do you work, Autumn?” Aran asked. “In the open? Or below decks?”

  “I-I-I don’t really know. We calmed the winds on the Alabama coast from underground, but that only lessened them. I sensed we needed to be outside, but things happened so fast and lives needed saving.” She looked to Trent.

  “Wherever you want, Autumn. It’s your call. I’m there.”

  “I guess on the deck.” She held onto Trent as a particularly large swell tossed the ship.

  “Will she be safe?” Trent looked around. “I don’t want her in danger of going overboard. The seas are pretty rough.”

  Stuart laughed. “Yeah that’s like saying a roller coaster ride is smooth. We’re experiencing, at times, eighteen-foot swells.” He gestured toward some cables attached to the metal deck. “We’ll hook you both up in harnesses and hook them to the cables on the deck. Gives you enough room to move around, but will keep you from going overboard.”

  “That should work, don’t you think?” She turned worried eyes to her lover.

  He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Yes, sweetheart. And I’m your Protector. I won’t let you go anywhere without me.”

  “Well, I don’t want you going overboard either. Harnesses it is then.” She turned back to Aran and Stuart. “My gut is telling me to start now. I can feel the change in air pressure … although I think we need to go…” she turned a complete circle on the foredeck, “…more east, toward Africa. The worst low pressure system is there. We’re just at the edge of it. I will need to be in the center.” She closed her eyes, seeking information from the atmosphere. “Yes, east, maybe fifty miles. I’ll know when we get there. Until then, I need to rest.”

  She turned a heated gaze on Trent. I’m getting weaker just standing at the edge of the system. You need to make love with me—mind-body-spirit—or I won’t even have enough energy to begin processing the storm’s power.

  Whatever you need. He anchored her more fully to his side, feeding her some of the reserve energy he’d stored in Alabama.

  The two Water Keeper’s jaws dropped open, but they said nothing.

  She could feel the aura surrounding her and Trent, but couldn’t see it. It must be really something. The amulets sparked and hissed in the moist ocean air.

  Finally, Aran coughed. “Our instruments are telling us the same—actually, we were at that approximate location when the call came and told us about you. We traveled west to make the commute shorter for you and to pick you up in calmer winds and water.”

  She laughed. “This is calmer? I’m not sure I want to feel anything worse.”

  Stuart chuckled. “Well, you’ll see what Aran meant firsthand. We won’t have to call you on deck when we get there, you’ll be able to tell by the way the ship rocks and rolls.”

  Trent pulled her into his side, holding her steady when the shipped rode another particularly large wave. “Gentlemen, please show us to a cabin. Autumn needs to rest—and, um, recharge.”

  The two men barely contained their curiosity.

  She avoided their avid looks. Damn, does everyone know how Talisman and their Protectors generate energy?

  Probably.

  I may never look another Terran in the eye again.

  * * * *

  4:00 PM, PST, outside of Sisters, Oregon.

  “Mo, you old son of a gun.”

  “Ben Miller!” Morrissey grasped Darcy’s father by the upper arms and pulled him in for a bear hug. “What are you doing this far outside of San Fran? I’d’ve thought KOTE would have you on quake watch down there.”

  “We thought they’d…”

  Darcy tuned out the small talk as he watched his father greet his old school chum and shot him the bullshit they’d decided upon on the drive over from Eugene.

  Turning his back on the men, he spied out the territory. Under his feet, the earth had temporarily quieted down, but he could tell the seismic danger was not totally averted. Lily might have shot the volcano in the gut, but the old gal still had some fight in her.

  Energy from the dissipation snapped and crackled in the air. Fire Keepers and their Protectors were doing all they could to keep the forests from catching fire.

  This was one hellaciously dangerous situation—but Lily was here and he wanted her. So here he would stay until it was the right time to snatch her.

  He swore under his breath. “Damn, fucking Winbolt’s here.” He turned his back on the human and edged into the shadow of what seemed to be the headquarters for the quake and volcano operations. Winbolt would love nothing better than to put the hurt on him after what he’d done to the man back in Missouri. “Means Callahan is here also,” he muttered, putting on a baseball cap he had in his windbreaker pocket. “I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled.”

  “Darcy,” his father walked toward dragging Morrissey in his wake, “this is my old friend Mo. Remember, I told you about him?”

  He offered his hand to the older man. “Nice to meet you, Doctor Morrissey.”

  “It’s Mo to Ben’s son.” The old Terran smiled and shook his hand. “Hear you and your dad would like to help out here. Glad to have two more Earth elementals. I hear you are a Protector.”

  “That’s right. Got my Earth powers from both sides of the family.”

  Mo led them around the corner of the trailer. “We could use you to help protect the Earth Talisman and her Consort.”

  Darcy choked back a laugh of triumph. The old man was setting the fox amongst the chickens and didn’t even know it. “I
’d be honored. What are my duties?”

  Mo stopped and pointed toward the edge of the airfield where the forest began and a large outcropping of rock stood. “See that tent over there?”

  Darcy’s father came to his side, and they both stared in the direction Mo indicated.

  “Yeah, I see it.” He also saw Winbolt heading in that direction along with Callahan. Not good news for him. “Isn’t that Donovan Callahan and his aide heading that way?”

  Mo turned to him. “Sure is. They’ve set up a perimeter. Mark will be guarding it along with a rotating group of Protectors. I expect Donovan to come back and monitor the situation from the trailer.”

  His father stiffened at that news. Well, the old man would have to conjure up a story for the boss man or stay out of his way.

  “Works for me.” He’d handled the human once, he could do it again. He’d let Lily knock down the danger here, then he’d snatch her afterwards while she was in a weakened state and couldn’t fight him.

  He turned to Mo. “I’ll just head on over there and introduce myself to Winbolt.” Turning to his father, he added, “Dad, I’ll see you later.” He bent and whispered in his father’s ear, “Don’t let on I’m here—or Callahan will stop us before we even snatch the prize.”

  Ben nodded. “Take care, son. I’ll just help Mo and the others with energy dissipation.”

  “You do that, Dad.” He strode toward the tent, taking the long and most roundabout way. He wouldn’t be introducing himself to Winbolt until after Callahan left and after Lily did her thing.

  He found a spot about fifty yards from the tent in a thickly wooded area. Digging in, he sheltered under an evergreen, the pine needles making a comfy place to lie and keep an eye on things.

  Chapter Eighteen

  12 noon (EST) mid-Atlantic.

  Trent and Autumn entered the cabin set aside for their use on KOTE’s scientific trawler used for studying oceanic and atmospheric phenomena. It wasn’t luxurious but it had a bed and an attached bath.