Authors: Corinne Davies
The legends told of a sacred group of warriors who would be protectors when the portal opened. Rock was the oldest out of them all and when he was born with the sacred markings on his arms the people of Lu’um knew the time had arrived. Many didn’t believe in the legends until Rock’s birth. Only male children had been born with the arm markings. When they met their warrior brother and clasped arms, the markings lined up into a perfect design. Being brothers allowed them to heal each other if they couldn’t heal themselves by clasping each other above the elbow and lining up the marks on their arms. The legends also wrote that they would be able to heal their Atan or draw her into a sleep state if needed but they didn’t know if that was true or not. His and Rock’s arm markings had started to glow with iridescence ever since they felt Destiny’s presence approaching.
He wondered again if they should delay the patrol a few days and claim her now. He knew that Rock wasn’t ready, nor did he want to push his friend into becoming a ruler before he was ready. But he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was about to go very wrong.
* * * *
Five days later, Jag waited at the entrance of the portal for Blade and Thunder to return and give an update on the situation. He and Rock had decided to put warriors on rotation guarding the entrance to their world. When they’d first crossed to the other side they’d learned that the imbalance of Earth’s energies was draining on the warriors.
“
Inlaketch
,” he greeted both of them when they arrived. They clasped arms and then sat down on one of the many rock benches that lined the area around the portal.
“The humans were still looking for Destiny or her remains.” Blade spoke first. “I’m impressed they’d continue to search for her for over a week.”
So far, Destiny hadn’t noticed the time difference, but in Lu’um the days were longer than on Earth. They’d been very careful with her over the last couple days, ensuring she lay down with one of them to rest on a regular basis. He and Rock both enjoyed the interludes where they had some private time with her and so far she’d been very responsive. Her internal clock would eventually adjust to their schedule without any permanent complications.
“Have you found anything that would prove the existence of another portal?”
Blade shook his head. “Not yet. We’ve been patrolling at night but haven’t found a single shred of evidence to prove that possibility. Falcon and Wolfe believe that if there are Kimil, they are descendants of some who were trapped on Earth when the portal was closed. There are legends of evil that kill both humans and animals. They call the creatures Chupacabra, but the remains sound suspiciously like a Kimil attack.”
“The police search did turn up some interesting information about where you found her.” Thunder pulled off his heavy black leather vest and laid it on the bench next to him as he spoke. “They found the decomposed remains of a large animal in the rocks.”
“I don’t understand the significance.” Jag wasn’t certain where they were going with this, but he and Rock both felt they’d missed a vital piece of information about that night.
Blade sat down on a chair and braced his elbows on his jean-covered knees. When they first crossed over into Earth, they’d scrambled to blend in with the locals. That meant wearing indigenous clothes. Blade and Thunder had taken an immediate liking to the black leather, large motorcycles, and rough look of the local bikers.
“I didn’t think anything of it at first, too.” Blade took off his black leather jacket and laid it over his leg. “There are animals all over the place and they die for a variety of reasons. But you said Destiny saw a black catlike animal with yellow eyes that night and we all agree on the possibility of it being a Kimil.”
“But we can’t figure out why it would leave her alive. It had to sense who she was, and inhaling her would have given the evil
et’el
immense power. Why would it retreat?” Jag felt sick knowing how close they came to losing their Destiny that night. He got to his feet and paced across the front of the portal and back as Blade spoke.
“That’s what I’m saying. I don’t think it did,” Blade explained, “we went back to those rocks and found the animal-shaped pile. It looked as though it had been poisoned and left out in the sun to rot. After you all described what happened, I found where she’d been hiding and the rock she hit her head on. What did she do to it?”
“Could the
Atans
have a natural protective response the legends never spoke of?” Thunder asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Jag shrugged. “If she had some sort of protective magic don’t you think she would have used it on Rock or me when she was…” Jag stopped dead in his tracks.
She did use something.
“Wait, she had a spray with her that night. It didn’t hurt me, but it was vile. She called it pepper spray. Could it be it was fatal to the Kimil?”
“I don’t know, but I’m willing to experiment.” Blade stood up and clasped hands with Jag. “Ask Destiny where she got hers. It might be a special mixture and I want to find the exact same one. Perhaps we will be able to create an equivalent here.”
“I’ll send the information with Storm and Derechos when they go across later and ask Wolfe and Falcon to bring some back with them.”
Blade and Thunder left to go to their rooms and Jag went to look for Destiny. Her vile spray could mean life or death in their world, but was he willing to risk their own world if it was damaging? His first instinct was to get as much of it as he could, but they would have to do tests first to see if it was safe.
* * * *
Rock rolled Destiny to her back and rose over her. He’d pinned her hands over her head and she loved it when he made her feel helpless like this. It was almost embarrassing how much she craved his and Jag’s touch. She’d never been alone since the trip to the market.
How many days ago was that?
She’d completely lost track of time because her internal clock was still confused. It was like having the worst case of jetlag, but Rock and Jag had both been trying their hardest to help her overcome it.
A sharp nip to the underside of her breast made her jump. “Hey!”
“You’re not paying attention.” Rock pressed his lips against the place he’d bitten.
“I
was
thinking about how wonderful I thought you and Jag were, but I might change my mind now.”
“Really?” Rock climbed up her body and straddled her waist and reached over her head. It felt like he was wrapping her wrists with the blanket, but when she tried to look over her head and see what he was doing she couldn’t get the right angle. “What are you doing?” She laughed as she tried to tug her hands from his.
“Be still.” The tone of voice was harsh, but his mischievous grin alleviated the hint of nervousness that washed over her. His hard cock lay along her upper torso. The head nestled between her breasts.
“You do realize I can’t play with your cock if you tie my hands up.” She tugged on her hands but couldn’t do more than wiggle them slightly.
“But I can play with you without distractions.” Rock eased his cock down her body and she arched up against his chest trying to gain some friction against her nipples. He chuckled at her and dipped his head. Wrapping his fingers around one breast he feasted on the other. Alternating between sucking hard and light flicks with his tongue, he played. Destiny rocked her hips seductively, but he wouldn’t move enough so his cock brushed against her clit. “I get to play this time,
Atan
.”
“But I want to touch, too.” She wasn’t above begging and would if she had to. He and Jag had never made her wait before and as much fun as this might be she wanted to feel him plunge his cock into her.
Now.
“You’re spoiled.” He flipped her with ease and swatted one cheek of her ass. “It’s a good thing Jag and I like you this way.”
The impact of his open hand on her ass didn’t hurt, but it created a warmness on her ass she hadn’t expected. She wiggled between his legs as she decided how to needle him into doing it again. “I’m hungry. What’s for lunch?”
She heard his growl a moment before his large hand landed on the fleshy part of her other cheek. The warmness spread and she felt her pussy gush in excitement. “Maybe too spoiled. I should keep spanking you until you are about to start screaming my name. Then I’ll go find lunch and leave you here to think about why you should never try to manipulate me.”
“Okay, I take it back. To hell with lunch, fuck me now.” Destiny propped up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder. Rock’s eyes were the brilliant blue they turned whenever he was about to fuck her silly.
If he gets off on spanking, I might regret prodding at him.
She wiggled her ass, but he grinned at her and shook his head no.
“Please, please, please,
Nohchil.
” She’d heard the other men use that title with him and figured it was a term of respect. When his eyes blazed with blue fire she knew she’d hit a hot spot with him.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her hips up into the air. The bed followed the movement and before she knew it, her hips lay cupped in a soft mound with her ass propped up in the air. Her pussy was so damn wet she wiggled her legs together, trying to find some relief, but Rock pushed her knees apart on the bed, preventing her from any relief. She felt a cool breeze on the wet insides of her thighs.
“I’m going to have to lay my hand on your ass more often. Look at you creaming from a couple taps.”
She felt his fingers swirling around in her syrupy cream, stopping short of touching her where she desperately wanted. She arched her back and pressed against his hand, but he wouldn’t give in to her silent demand. He teased her with light strokes over her pussy lips and then slid along the slit to her entrance where he’d gathered more cream but not penetrated.
The anticipation was killing her. Every touch drover her closer and closer to exploding in pleasure, but he avoided giving her what she needed to push her over the edge.
“You are an
oyama
, a gift, my beautiful Destiny.” He continued to tease her, and she creamed over his fingers every time he circled the entrance to her body. This time, instead of sliding forward, he brought all that cream up and painted her anus. She hadn’t had anal sex in so long. She loved it, but her last boyfriend thought it was dirty and her strange for asking for it.
She crushed that memory under the immense weight of pleasure Rock bestowed on her. He and Jag liked to play with her ass and did it as often as possible but only used their fingers, not their cocks. She’d imagined a number of times what it would feel like to have them fucking her at the same time and it never failed to make her hotter and wetter. “Fuck me, Rock. God, please, I need you so badly.”
“Where do you want me,
Atan
?” He pushed a finger slowly into her ass and then retreated at the same speed. He added a second finger on the next stroke. “Shall I plunge my cock in here?”
She felt him move behind her and his cock pushed against the entrance of her cunt, making her shake. She clenched around the tip of his cock, trying to keep him where he was, but Rock decided to only use shallow thrusts with his cock as he stroked the length of his thick fingers into her ass.
“God, Rock.” She tugged on her wrists and tried to push her body back against his. He smacked her hip in retaliation.
“You’re not in control here, I am.” Rock added a third finger to her ass and pushed his cock farther into her body, making her see stars. It felt like someone had replaced her nerves with sparklers and lit the ends. Her body shook and she couldn’t formulate the words she wanted to say.
He thrust deeper into her body. She clenched her sopping cunt and gripped his length as he started pumping in and out of her body. His fingers worked her ass and she could feel herself racing for that pinnacle of hedonistic delight. Her back arched, and she was panting and reaching for the top when Rock pulled out of her body.
“No, no!” she cried out, but the wide, blunt end of his cock pressed against her anus. He felt ten times bigger than the fingers he’d been working in her ass. She took deep breaths and relaxed her body and ass.
“That’s my
Atan
. Press back, you can do it.”
She felt him enter her body, stretching her ass till it burned. He slid his hand from her hip around and stroked her clit as he moved, gaining depth inch by inch. The shock of his intimate invasion wore off quickly and her body remembered the dark pleasure in this. His balls slapped against her pussy and she felt him tremble over her back.