Realm Komiks Prequel Chapter 8: Discoveries

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Chapter 8:

Discoveries

The small space craft races through the sky reaching the short runway, slowing and coming to a halt, lowering itself parallel, as it hovers above the ground. Margret glances over at Colm, who is beaming, as he grabs his fancy duffel bag and pushes the button for the door to release itself. Steps appear from the craft,, bouncing to the ground, and Colm places his hand on the small of Margret’s back pushing into her gently. “After you.” He insists.

Margret slowly moves forward looking outside the aircraft to the ground. The weightless steps look a tad intimidating. As Margret begins to think 'it', Colm performs the actions by stepping in front of her and bouncing down the steps. He turns around and reaches his hand toward her. “A little bouncy but you won’t slip. I’ll have you.” He encourages her with his piercing blue eyes.

Margret leans forward and grabs his hands as she bounces down the steps, slightly tripping and flinging her body into his firm chest. Pushing herself up, as he helps to steady her, slightly embarrassed, she gazes toward him. He stands with that irritating yet endearing grin across his face. Margret's heart beats hard against her chest, but quickly fades as she hears a woman call from behind, pulling her focus in the direction of the chirp.

“Colm!” The woman chirps again, waving and rushing toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He embraces her tightly, swinging her in a small circle, Margret can’t help to notice the most angelic, white, full set of wings attached to the woman’s back. Her silver hair glistens in the light of the sun with a shimmer. As she releases Colm, Margret suddenly feels insanely jealous of the beautiful woman, who appears, no different in age from her. “Your family is anxiously anticipating your arrival.” She enthusiastically sings while staring up at Colm with soft violet eyes. 

“I am anxious to greet them. Someone I would like you to meet.” He takes his hand into Margret's and softly pulls her forward to the angelic woman. Margret fidgets nervously,soothing herself with a gentle rub against her elbow.

“This is Margret. Margret meet Natika.” Colm introduces.

Margret opens her mouth to speak but is abruptly interrupted when Natika flings her body around Margret, grasping her with open arms. “So wonderful to meet you.” She softly grins as she releases Margret from her grasp. She pulls away, warmly smiling at her, before returning her attention back to Colm.

Colm shifts and shrugs his shoulder toward Margret. “Different customs.” he explains warmly. 

Margret grins, slightly uncomfortable. “It’s okay.” She struggles to assure gracefully.

Natika pulls on Margret as a child would a new puppy. “Come, Margret! Everyone will love to meet you; especially Colm’s family.” She adds. "His transit is over here."

Colm follows behind trying to contain his boyish laughter as Natika tugs Margret to a small vehicle. “You two ride, I will meet you there.” She smiles, before embracing Colm and Margret once again, and thrusting herself into the sky, with her large wings, leaving a gust of wind behind her.

Margret gazes in amazement as she climbs into the silver hovering vehicle, Colm scooting to the other side.

“She is magnificent.” Margret manages to whisper from under her breath.

“Yes, Natika and I have enjoyed each other’s kinship since we were teenagers.” Colm confirms.

Margret  suddenly feels jealous again. The thought occurs to Margret ‘How can I be any soulmate for Colm, with this vision of perfect grace and beauty, around him for so much of his life?’

Colm chuckles, “What an awful feeling. What do you call it?”

Margret flings her head toward Colm. “What feeling is awful?” her voice pricks more defensive than she means to. 

Colm quickly decides to change the subject, “We are approaching the city soon. We will be passing through and then will arrive to my home which is on the outskirts.”

 Margret holds his smiling eyes, then shakes her head, knowing exactly that he once again manages to avoid her question. Margret is going to protest, but she looks ahead and sees the visual of castle type buildings, high into the clouds. Her mouth drops from the surprising site that quickly comes upon them. Each building appears to be its own monument, reminding Margret much of the famous Taj Mahal, on her planet Earth. For a city, it was light in traffic and the people whom are walking chat amongst each other, as if they have no urgency to arrive to their next destination. She sees more winged people, like Natika, flying through the skies as graceful as doves. Then, suddenly, the city disappears, just as quickly as it appeared; obviously small.

“Is that the only city?” Margret says sounding negative, not intending to. “I mean... it is just small. Beautiful but small for a city. How many cities does your planet have?”

“There are more around Cepae Planet. Maybe ten or less. Without sounding condescending toward the planet Earth, Cepae is not over populated, building cities is not a necessity for us.” Colm sweetly confirms.

“Fair Enough.” She admits as she continues to admire the scenery, “The skies are so blue here,” she mentions, “Breathtaking actually. Everything is so green.” She places her hand on the vehicle’s window in amazement as they cross over a waterfall that is slightly hidden beneath the shimmering rocks and greenery, “The water… so blue...yet so... clear.” 

She turns her head to Colm who smiles proudly as if the whole planet was personally his creation. Margret knows she would be proud, if this was the magnificent place she called home. “Earth has some wonderful, breathtaking places, as you are witnessing here.” Colm tries to positively suggest.

“Yes, perhaps we do. But the energy here is invigorating.” She sighs, deeply breathing in the air.

Colm steers toward a humongous house, much in the shape of the other buildings in the city. As the vehicle slows Margret gasps peering out the window. “This is where you live? You didn’t tell me you are rich. A prince or something?” She smugly adds.

Colm chuckles, “I’m not. We live in union. No one on Cepae is in poverty, like your planet Earth.” He gently reminds her as he stops the vehicle in front of the enormous building that also appears more of a monumental castle than a home.

“It’s difficult to wrap my head around the concept.” Margret admits, “It’s out of character for any human to be able to live in a real Utopia.”

Colm steps out of the vehicle and opens her door holding out his hand to assist. “Perhaps out of character for an Earthling,” he once again gently reminds her, as to not negatively speak of her home planet, “We are... compiled differently. You will adjust.”

As they walk to the steps, to the enormous architectural designed doors, Natika appears. Margret pauses at her radiant beauty for a moment, almost forgetting of her existence until that moment. Natika exclaims playfully, “I win!” in her high pitched, bird voice, smirking a beaming smile toward Colm.

“Always do.” Colm teases, giving her a small peck on her cheek. 

Margret finds herself feeling very small when they are together. They seem to have their own secret code, and once again, Margret finds herself envious of the extravagance and effortless beauty of Natika. As the feeling runs through her veins Colm quickly shoots Margret a confused glaze as he grasps the door knob, opening the door, and allowing the two women to enter. Natika’s large wings brush between the doorway as she moves through the entrance, and it is at this moment that it dawns on Margret that Colm has been sensing her jealously; embarrassing for Margret, is that he doesn’t know what jealousy is. The realization flushes Margret’s cheeks and Colm softly touches her face, acknowledging they are warm, causing Margret’s cheeks to grow redder. She quickly pushes his hand away, struggling to push her emotions to the back of her mind. Her eyes narrow as as the thought passes between her skull 'it is very unfair that Colm is able to read my emotions and thoughts, or whatever it is that he was consistently doing;' Margret fidgets at her self-consciousness.

“Colm!” a woman’s screech suddenly echoes in the doorway. The woman’s arms are already stretching out ready to embrace him as she veers toward him. Colm falls into her arms, and as she pulls him in, the man next to her joins with a firm pat; Another man peers in the doorway, his appearance is just as breathtaking as Colm’s, and that man also embraces him warm and giddy. The crew then embraces Natika while Margret waits patiently for Colm to introduce her. 

Colm points each family member out one by one, “Rosalba and Wynne my Forbearers and Pundarak my brother. Family, I introduce Margret, from planet Earth.” He grins proudly making Margret smile wide with his boyish announcement.

Just as Margret suspects each one embraces her and in doing so, it feels as each hug is a little tighter, leaving Rosabala a moment of lingering. She pulls back and touches her palms to Margret’s face, staring in her eyes; Rosabala’s ultramarine eyes mirror Colm’s.

“I’m so honored to meet you. How are you holding up?” she ask softly rubbing Margret’s arm gently. Margret wasn’t sure how to answer. She hasn’t had anyone ask how she was doing through this process, since she had found out she was part Cepaen. Margret continued to live with the idea, learning and processing her reality every day. 

“It’s been a journey for you my dear. Come let me make you comfortable.” Rosabala wraps her arm around her, pushing Margret under her arm and helping her along as if she is an injured victim, needing special care.

Margret gazes toward Colm who slightly nods with approval as the family gathers themselves in the opposite direction down a hall.

Rosabala leads Margret into a large room. The windows are side by side from ceiling to floor overlooking the greenery outside. The room drapes with white curtains, wall carvings of spirals and wing shapes are etched in the border of the room; the bed is dressed in white with silver round pillows accenting it the sleeping area. The bed sits in the middle of the floor with a fabric, silver lined stool sitting by the window.  “It’s not much.” Rosabala sheepishly sighs, “But I wasn’t sure what you would prefer.”

“It’s lovely,” Margret admits. “Spacious for only me, but lovely. Thank you.”

Rosabala pulls Margret over to the bed by her hands and sits her down. “Are you okay?” she questions again as if she were Margret’s confidant since the day she was born.

Margret pauses, “I suppose I am?” she answers, accidentally making it in the tone of a question. “I haven’t really thought about my well-being to be honest. There are two little girls I’m to look after back on Earth, to make sure they stay out of harm’s way, and I am worried about them. I’ve kept a watchful eye on them for a couple years now; it feels odd to not have seen them for this long.” Margret thinks for a moment, chewing on her lip. She wants to ask Rosabala questions, as well, regarding her son and his mystical behavior; perhaps she should save those questions for Zulima. “I am not sure how I am doing, honestly. I don’t have much time to process anything I am given; each event just leads to more questions and I have to accept what it is.” Margret is surprised of her own words and the honesty spilling out.

“Beauty, you have been given a lot to handle.” Rosabala sweetly grins. “I hope this journey brings you clarity and gives you a chance to process all the fates that have been inserted in your life. I excel at listening and am here, when you need that someone to listen.”

Margret feels easy around this woman and the energy calms her, under all the questions and doubt she has felt. Rosabala’s golden hair wraps around her head, reminding Margret of a Dr. Seuss character, and it sparkles a gold shimmer, through the light, lining the ridge of her pale forehead. She appears younger in the face, than in her hand that rest upon Margret, her age shows more through the depths of her eyes than any faint lines on her body.

“The washroom is through that door.” She points across the room. “Natika has chosen a wardrobe that I hope appeals to you. Oh, and I wanted to gift you this.” She pulls out at necklace as if she is a magician and Margret finds herself naturally searching to where the pockets are hidden in her long violet robe that she fashions. The necklace is trimmed in a gold like material, a sparkling 'moon pearl' centering it, with gold dust particles subtly hidden within the stone.

“It’s beautiful.” Margret whispers from under her breath.

“It is yours. It’s actually a common stone of our planet; as you explore you might discover them. Many things are made from this rock material. This necklace, however, was my great forbearers. It belongs to you now.” She places the stone amongst Margret’s hand and she finds herself overwhelmed by the sentiment of the piece, trying to quickly hand it back.

“No, I can’t take something that belonged to your great forbearer.” Margret mildly demands.

Rosabala softly giggles as she closes Margret’s fingers around the piece of jewelry. She shakes her head, “Yes, it is meant to be on your neck. Clean up, won’t you? Please, then join us for drinks and food. You will enjoy the delicious taste of our planet against your tongue.”

Rosabala stands up from the bed and takes the necklace from Margret’s hands, placing it around her neck. After fastening the jewel, she adjusts it to lay flat against her chest, straightening her hair back over her shoulders. “A beautiful stone for a beautiful woman.” She smiles and kisses Margret’s forehead before heading out of the door.

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Susan takes a deep breath before knocking on the old Victorian home. Slowly, she tilts her wrist, hitting against the door; but before finishing, the door swings open. An older woman stands before her, gray tresses thrown into a perfect bun, a long skirt accompanies the shins on her legs and a nicely trimmed, old fashioned, black blouse perfects the sophisticated attire.

“Mother.” Susan announces. “May I come in?”

The woman moves her body to the side with her eyebrows buried in the temples of her head allowing Susan to scoot pass her into the inside hallway. The home appears to have stood still from the early 1900’s. Susan makes her way through the house to the living room and sits down on the maroon, cushion couch, trimmed with chocolate wood panels. Keeping her posture straight, a subconscious task around her mother, she folds her hands into her lap, waiting patiently.

Her mother soon enters with a silver tray, accompanied with a sterling silver tea pot and two tea cups on saucers. She braces herself as she sets the tray on the old wooden coffee table, pouring the hot water into the cup and handing it to Susan, while trying to steady her hand and pouring her own. Taking a seat on the red cushioned chair, across from her daughter, she fixes her skirt as sipping on her tea. Her eyes shift toward her daughter as she places the tea cup back to the saucer, it clinking delicately, as she lowers it in her lap. “I must admit I was surprised for the news of your sudden visit. Everything is well?”

“Yes, mother, all is well.” Susan confirms to the uptight woman, the outside world refers to as ‘Joan’. Her mother appears to have aged twice the amount from the last time she had seen her, which had to be around Christmas.

“Is this about money issues?” Joan bluntly asks raising an eyebrow toward Susan.

Susan becomes irritated, but tries not to let it show. “No, Mother. Daniel and I are financially peaceful.”

“Then why the sudden visit?” Joan probes.

Susan takes a deep breathe, “You know, Mother, Janet is doing well. Great in school, she is one of the smartest in her class.” 

Joan takes a sip of her tea while eyeing her daughter and then leans forward placing the saucer and tea cup back on the tray.

“Skip the small talk daughter and inform your Mother why you have decided to make a trip home.” She sternly suggests. "Lord, knows it isn't social. Without obligation, you'd never dare to stop in and visit with your mother. Go on. Get to it."

Susan gives a huge sign before beginning, “I’m doing some research on our family history, part of a gift for Janet,” Susan fibs, “I’d like to go through some of my old things and maybe some of grandma and grandpa’s old things. That is all.”

“Awe,” Joan rest her back against the old chair with a profound smudge drooped over her chin. “You flew 200 miles for family research?”

“That’s right Mother.” Susan admits.

Joan abruptly takes the tea cup from Susan’s hand and places it back on the tray and picks up the tray from the table announcing. “You can fly right back home. I know why you have taken a sudden interest. It isn't for Janet. Your aunt has already contacted me about the same thing.” She scoffs turning her back and taking the tray toward the kitchen. She pauses before exiting. "Only... I thought you'd to be smarter. Don't be curious. Go home to your family, Susan."

Susan finds herself fleeing from the reserved act and following her mother into the kitchen. “Aunt Donna or Aunt Patsy? Which one came searching?”

“What difference does it make?” Joan snaps, “Find something better to do with your time and money.”

“Where are grandma’s things? In the attic?” Susan probes.

Joan slams the silver tea pot against the tray agitated, her brows burrowing further into her temples as she faces Susan across the counter. “No good will come of any probing into your grandmother’s past. What’s done is done. Trying to seek some kind of salvation for that woman has far too past. Let her craziness be at peace with her soul and stop trying to bring it back in our lives.” She pauses for a moment as to gain control of her outburst,  “You can find your room upstairs for the evening but I suggest you head back home in the morning.” She storms out of the kitchen letting the door swing behind her.

Susan pauses for a moment and then steps to the other side of the door searching for her mother’s presence. When she appears absent Susan makes her way up the stairs, grabbing her suitcase on the way and flings open the second door she comes across. On the other side of the door is an old room that holds a twin a bed with a patterned blue quilt and old chest at the foot of it. Susan pushes her suitcase in the door, closing it a tad loudly, and then slinks her way to another door quietly down the hall. She keeps a watchful eye for her mother while cautiously opening the pale, brown, panel door; trying to keep it from creaking, then gently closing it behind her. Creeping up the stairs, she slightly steps back when one creaks, staring at the door for a moment to make sure she isn’t heard. Reaching to the top, she pushes the floor panel open to the attic and climbs in. Her head surveys the room, as she begins searching through the antique treasures, first opening a chest and peering inside, pulling out some old army clothes. She tilts her head with the sadness that fills her for moment, gazing upon a few pictures, placed in a Ziploc bag and wrapped up in the uniform; it was her father’s. She then faintly grins from the sweet memory of him and quietly places his things back into the chest, shutting it; Placing her index finger on her lip, tapping, as she scans the old attic seeking a clue of her grandmother’s things. Suddenly she spots an old wicker chest, that looks at one time to have been painted white, but chipped off to its normal brown color. “Grandma!” Susan exclaims in a whisper. She flies over to the basket and quickly fumbles to open the latch. It pops open and she peers her head into the basket to find… it empty?

Susan sits back on her heals for a moment pondering. ‘Yes, this was definitely the wicker chest all grandmas’ stuff was in’, she thinks to herself while inspecting the basket.  ‘My aunt must have beaten me to it.’ She decides. She pulls her cell phone from her pocket skimming through the numbers. It would most likely be Aunt Donna over Aunt Patsy. Aunt Donna was more of a free spirit and Aunt Patsy was more uptight like her mother. Either way, Aunt Donna would be in hoots to hear from Susan, providing information.

Susan dials and anticipates the answering as the phone rings. “Hello?” the voice on the other line announces.

“Aunt Donna, it is Susan,” She tries to quietly converse.

“Susan!” the voice exclaims. “It’s so wonderful to hear from you! How are you doing? How is the family? How is Janet?” She questions in sequence.

Susan finds herself on the line with her Aunt Donna more than she does her own mother.

“They are all great. We are all great. Actually, I’m in town.” Susan announces pausing for her wonderful aunt’s reaction.

“You’re in town!” Donna exclaims through the phone, “Wonderful! Where are you staying? I would love to see you and your family. I bet Janet has grown so much since Christmas. You should have stayed here! With me!”

“Actually, I’m at moms right now.” Susan informs.

“Your mothers?” Donna questions sounding confused. “Is everything okay?”

“It is fine.” Susan reassures, “I actually came to go through some of grandma’s old things but they appear to be missing…”

“Missing!?” Donna exclaims. “I was over there the other day questioning your mother for them. You know I have just as much right to our mother’s things as she does.”

“Yes, I know,” Susan agrees.

“And you don’t see them?! They were all in a white wicker chest at one time.” Donna confirms.

“Yes, I know.” Susan wonders, “But it is empty.”  Susan looks one more time as if they would reappear. She then turns her head and startles with a gasp from the figure standing up through the attic floor glaring at her.

“Everything okay?” Her Aunt probes.

“Um, yes. Everything is fine. I need to go. I’ll call later.” Susan assures tripping over her words as they quickly spill out.

“Make sure to come by and visit me. I’ll…” Donna begins.

“Yes. Yes I will.” Susan quickly interrupts her, “I’ll call you later.” And she quickly hangs up the phone.

“Mother.” She spills as if she were in presence of a dangerous stranger.

Her mother says nothing as she slowly turns away and heads down the stairs. Susan falls back against the wicker chest releasing a huge sigh.

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Margret finds her way outside to a balcony where the family is gathered having drinks with mild chatter. Natika’s arm is locked in Colm’s as they are engaged in conversation, and once again a surge of jealousy bolts through Margret. Perhaps, she had been more possessive of Colm than she had realized. Just as the bolt flung from her heart to her stomach, Colm slightly turns his head catching her eye, giving a confused glance.

“Margret.” Pundarik takes his arm into Margret’s. “It will be a pleasure to chat with you.” He politely says as he escorts her towards the others.

Pundarik is just as dashing as his brother and Margret is not sure who the older brother is. They both appear to be the same age. His eyes are as enchanting as the rest of the family and he also has golden locks dangling from his head, which he wears a little longer than Colm.  

“How is your trip to a new planet thus far?” he joyfully questions.

“Wonderful thus far. A wonderful family host.” Margret entertains.

“I have never been to your planet. I will enjoy listening to your ventures there.” Pundarik says mindfully, as they approach Colm and Natika. “A drink.” Pundarik hands a glass to Margret.

“Thank you.” She smiles politely while trying to ignore Natika’s grasp on Colm’s bicep. Colm gazes at Margret, appearing slightly disturbed, as his parents surround them.

“The drink, much like your wine on Earth,” Wynne announces proudly.

“It is called Pare`,” Rosabala chimes in as if she is completing his thought.

“From a common fruit on this side of our planet called the Parendere`.” Wynne concludes the introduction.

Rosabala and Wynne smile at each other as if they are the only two in that moment, finishing one another’s sentences. Margret finds it grossly adorable and uncomfortable. It is like a scene out of a 'I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter' commercial. Colm tilts his head at her as she decides to pretend not to notice. “Cheers, then.” She forces a smile trying to ignore Natika’s beautiful silhouette hitting against the setting sun.

“Cheers?” Wynne shrugs, “Oh, yes, an Earth custom? Cheers!” he laughs tossing the flute glass in the air.

Rosabala laughs, “It is an Earth custom,” she reveals to Natika and Pundarik, but ignores informing Colm who already has his glass raised in the air. Natika and Pundarik raise their glasses to the air.

“Good fortune for the future.” Colm announces nodding his head toward Margret, the glasses all clink together through the dimming sunset.

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Black has fallen over the night sky and Cepae Planet is lit with stars brighter than Margret has ever witnessed. Four moons reside visible in the sky above the planet. Margret leans over the balcony resting her elbows against the edge. The long evening with food, laughter and much conversation leaves her exhausted. Natika prances out and approaches Margret. “I must leave sister.” She announces.

Margret turns her body to the glowing angel that warmly smiles at her. She takes Margret’s hand and kisses it with her pursed lips and once again holds her warm glow. “Sister is a special female relationship on Earth? Correct?"

Margret decides how to answer but finds it easiest to nod in agreement. "Um...yes, I suppose."

Natika's face glows with the revelation, "Then Sister, it is the most delightful pleasure to meet a woman such as yourself. We will cross paths again, until then, enjoy the night. It is one of the many gifts of being alive.”

Margret is speechless to the confident, marvelous, enchanting, winged woman that stands before her. “Uh, yes, my pleasure as well.” She manages to blurt in a sloppy manner.

Natika gives one last slight grin and whooshes off into the sky, with her amazing feathered wings, leaving a slight breeze against Margret’s face; She stands alone in the night feeling small compared to the enchanting winged woman, watching until she vanishes in the darkness.

Margret turns to head in but gasp, startled by Colm, who stands only inches away from her. “How long were you…”

“Long enough.” Colm finishes. “She really is delightfully one of the most enchanting woman, isn’t she?” He agrees with Margret’s thoughts, sending that bolt of jealousy right back through her bones.

Colm acts as though he is startled and grabs Margret’s arm quickly. “That! What is that dreadful feeling?” He pleas to know.

Margret becomes annoyed and embarrassed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Stop prying.” She insists.

“I’m not prying,” Colm slightly frowns.

He tugs on her arms gently, waiting for an explanation, she finally uncrosses them, allowing them to slump against her side while he rest his hands on her wrist. She decides to use Colm's change of subject tactic, “Why does she have wings? I saw others through the city flying. Are they angels?”

Colm belly laughs at the thought, “I suppose it would make sense for you to call them that. They are actually warriors.”

“Warriors? She is a warrior?” Margret challenges while trying to cross her arms, but Colm struggles to keep them by her side, her eyes drifting uncomfortably away from his.

“She is.” Colm confirms trying to find Margret’s eyes.

“Why does a peaceful Utopia planet need warriors?” Margret questions.

Colm opens his mouth to answer but instead a voice from the side of the balcony intervenes. “Because light energy is consistanly in danger of a dark one."

Margret turns her head to the familiar voice and screeches, “Zulima!” she runs to her, the familiarity of the face and energy almost brings Margret tears of relief. She wraps her arms around Zulima and hugs her tightly. Margret can barely allow herself to release and when she does Zulima softly wipes the tears beginning to form on her eyes.

“You are in wonderful hands, child,” she assures her nodding in Colm’s direction.

Margret turns to catch a visual of Colm whose eyes have also started watering slightly. Zulima takes Margret’s hand as if she was a small child and leads her toward Colm. The Cepaen’s are a very "touchy feely" society, but when they reach out it feels organic.

Zulima reaches in and embraces Colm while still holding Margret’s hand, as if she could stray into oncoming traffic. “Thank you, Colm.” She smiles to him.

“My pleasure.” He warmly grins.

“I’m sure.” She nods back with a slight tease in her voice.

“I have so many questions, Zulima,” Margret admits as if it is a confession.

“Yes, I know. We have much to discuss. You need to rest well tonight for your invigorating day ahead. I merely chose to visit before returning home tonight. I wanted to allow you to see I have returned.”

“Thank you,” Margret gratefully hugs her again, “Thank you so much”

“Give Colm the gratitude he deserves.” She says bluntly for Colm's ears to hear. “He has much information you yearn for. Keep your heart open to possibilities.” Zulima softly lectures as if it is only Margret and Zulima standing alone. Margret has noticed this appears to be common Cepaen behavior, acting as if others in the room have disappeared. She suppose privacy isn't an option with Colm's intrusion in her thoughts; but courtesy of Zulima speaking in private is less mortifying. Margret, embarrassed, simply nods to her mentor. Zulima kisses Margret’s forehead and then kisses the back of Colm’s hand, Margret quickly catching the obvious departing gesture of the Cepaen People.

“Until light.” Zulima nods with a smile and turns to the door exiting the balcony.

Margret fumbles with her hair trying to balance the weight of her tired feet. Colm swoops her in his strong arms and carries her to a stoned bench, the material is the same as in her necklace, and places her gently on it. He pulls her body toward him, placing her skirt respectfully back over her knee and strokes his fingers down the calves of her legs. “May I?” he ask wanting to remove her tiny slipper from her foot.

Margret nods speechless, secretly hoping her feet don’t hold a stench from sweating in the small fitting slipper.

He gently removes it off her foot and wraps his strong hands on the ball of her foot, kneading it between his thumbs. Margret closes her eyes and unconsciously moans from the tension being released of her muscles. Hearing the moan between her ears flings her eyes opens and her cheeks flush.

“It’s okay,” Colm grins in victory to himself, “It is my pleasure.”

Margret doesn’t argue and closes her eyes once again letting him work his fingers through her foot.

“So….” Colm begins casually, “What is that awful feeling called?” he inquires.

Margret opens her eyes and brings her bare feet to the ground while perching her hands against the edge of the bench.

“Why does it make you so uncomfortable?” he ponders in an endearing manner.

“Can’t you read why?” Margret asks.

Colm shakes his head bewildered, “No, I can’t see. There is this cloud of gray I can’t get passed every time you feel it.”

“Well good,” Margret pokes, “Because you don’t need to know all my thoughts and feelings.” She smirks as if she could be teasing but knows she feels very serious about the matter.

“Why?” Colm ask distraught.

Margret gives an exasperated sigh with a brief chuckle but notices Colm’s head hanging perplexed.

“You are serious?” Margret baffles.

“Of course.” Colm confirms. “I knew it would be different with someone that was half Cepae and half Earthling, but this situation between us is weighing heavy on my heart.” He shakes his head, “I don’t understand why you are so resident toward me.”

Margret’s heart suddenly feels an ache seeing this wonderful man in distress. His bright energy seems to dim and it is the first time Margret witnesses a sad Cepaen; and she is the cause of it.

Margret finds her hands suddenly feeling for his and grabbing them. He gazes into her eyes distressed and immediately Margret feels his soul bearing into her.

“Uh…” she tries to find her words, “I’ve never been good with feelings. That is all. It’s not you. It’s me.” She decides to feed a common Earth line to the Cepaen.

“I had expectations that once we resided on the home planet you would suddenly have the light blinded through you and feel our connection.” Colm grasp Margret’s hand tighter with a wisp of pain vivid in his eyes.

“See this is what I don’t understand.” Margret quickly turns away from his pathetic gaze that is grasping at her soul. She stands to her bare feet and crosses the balcony gazing into the dark wooded lands lit under the bright stars. She wraps her arms around her chest squeezing herself tightly. “How do you read my mind? How do you know what I am feeling and thinking? It’s weird for me, Okay?” she turns to him and again he is standing inches behind her. “And that. Always standing inches away from me at any given minute. Weird.” She confirms.

“What makes it weird?” he questions.

“Why don’t you tell me how you are able to see and feel those things? Are you psychic? Intuition is stronger than most? Is that your Cepae gift?” Margret interrogates.

Colm shakes his head, “It’s only you.” He answers very matter fact.

“Only me?” she doubts.

He nods, “Yes. Our souls are the two souls to make one. We are the two meant to be.”

“Like soulmates?” Margret questions backing away a bit.

Colm nods again with confusion, “I don’t understand why this scares you? Aren’t you thrilled we have finally found one another? In all the galaxy, you and I have finally met."

“So you never dated the enchanted Natika?” Margret begs to know, ignoring his fairy-tale.

Colm thinks for a moment, “Date?” he then laughs at the realization of the Earth word, “Oh, no. Why would I? She is not my ‘Soulmate’.”

“She is beautiful. Magnificent. Her body screams sex  and you have been surrounded by her since your teen years, puberty of puberty years, teenage boy years, and never thought about having sex with her?” Margret bluntly digs for information.

Colm chuckles, “That thing you feel, that awful thing is Earthling jealousy isn’t it? That is what that feeling is!” He exclaims at the revelation.

Margret quickly cowers with her pouting lips. “And you haven’t felt jealousy?”

Colm can’t contain himself from being tickled with laughter as he closes in on Margret’s pouting face. “No. Jealousy and Greed are not emotions we are capable of feeling. We know of them but do not feel them. Well, until today, when my soul intertwined with a jealous Earthling’s soul.” He teases flattered and grabs her by hips pulling her into his pelvic area.

“My Margret,” he suddenly seems to find confidence once again.

Margret feels her body temperature rise as her neglected parts throb against him when she feels his erection through his thin pants.

“No, I have never had sex with Natika.” He confirms pulling his one arm toward Margret’s neck. “In fact I have never had sex. You are the only experienced one standing on this balcony.” He grins at her leaning in to her neck closely kissing the nape. “However, I have well educate myself and am ready to show your soul all I have discovered.." he softens his voice as he continues, his breath heavy against her neck, "let your body feel all I know, discover one another together... when you decide.” He faintly whispers against her ear.

She slightly shivers from the sweet tickle. His breath gives her ear a thousand soft kisses as his head passes by her neck, allowing his face to meet hers. He softly touches her lips with his index finger, gliding it across the lower lip. Closing her eyes, memorizing the stroke as he tilts her head up, slowly he leans in and presses his lips against hers.

An immediate bolt of electricity fills her body with a  surge of bright energy racing through every polar force of her body. He grabs her waste tighter  thrusting her harder against him and she slightly moans from the desiring pleasure. She throws her body into him harder kissing vigorously with her tongue circling around his and clawing at his neck like a hungry beast.

He begins pulling her away to look at her but she flings herself back against him kissing him harder. He returns the kiss smiling from underneath the conquest.

She finally pulls herself together backing away for a moment while holding his porcelain face between the palm of her hands. Her sexual appetite has peeked as her breath has become short and heavy. She holds his gaze as it feels their souls have intertwined slightly above their heavy bodies. “I’m sorry.” She whispers from under her breath.

“Sorry for…?’ Colm begins.

“Sorry for resisting.” She warmly smiles.

Colm wraps his arms around her and pulls her in hugging her tightly. Her body feels weightless, twined within him. She closes her eyes tightly in the embrace, feeling safer than she ever has in her life.

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Realm Komiks Prequel New Worlds: Chapter 7 Alliances

Chapter 7:

Alliances

Bruinen and Nawfar enter a comforting lounge where some of the other Planeteers stand around having small conversation with one another. Nawfar stands close to his side as some eyes drift toward them.  Adeen and Adeus approach Bruinen and Nawfar with a warm smile on their faces.  

“Sovereign Bruinen. Sovereign Nawfar. Proud to meet once again, in the flesh.” Adeen proudly announces with a chuckle.

“Emperor Adeen. Empress Adeus,” Bruinen acknowledges, “Delightfully returned.”

“The conflict Sultana brought upon us, I believe this duo handled the heat impressively,” Adeen chuckles to Adeus who encourages his light humor.

Emperor Adeen and Empress Adeus are the mother and father to the planet Zeebla. It is rich in heat and fire, second closest planet to their sun, in their galaxy realm. Adeen and Adeus were not strangers to Bruinen and the Acquavodians. The two elements of water and fire had been alliances for Millenniums. Adeen and Adeus and their people appreciate the finer things in life. They have visited many planets, always growing their collection of elements, creating bigger empires among their lands. Their cities are amazing, buildings of Tungsten that scrape the skies, often the tops become invisible through the thick gray clouds but the tips shine with pure gold. The transportation vehicles are all air born, gliding above the seas of fire; The planet of heat is definitely not ideal for people who live their life in and around water, though the temperatures of Acquavodo peek at times, it has never been as unbearable as Zeebla, when Bruinen has made his brief visits. Adeen and Adeus love to entertain and aren’t short of throwing elaborate galaxy parties, entertaining the Fathers and Mothers of other planets within the realms. They share their clothing among their party guest, which is made from the tungsten material, broken down to a light weight fabric cloth with assortment of colors; but here, on earth, the couple both fashion a material called leather in the color black. Adeus wears a short, form fitting dress and Adeen wears pants that hug his lean body while a simple white cotton shirt accompanies the outfit; their skin a golden brown, glistens against the materials. Adeus’ heals give her an unusual height, her bright orange and golden locks spiral down her back and she props herself consistently on Adeen, as if her body is partially infused to his. Adeen’s black leather boots don’t give him the height to Adeus towering over him, though they are both very tall in height to the rest of the humans in the room, Adeus continues to rest her chin on his bright tangerine head. Adeus twirls her long stone necklace that dangles charms from different planets they have traveled, Acquavodia's aqua stone amongst it. The couples radiance and energy is contagious and it is difficult to not laugh and embrace their enthusiastic charisma.

Nawfar gives a nervous chuckle referring to the incident with Sultana, “I was feeding on adrenaline in there.”

“Survival at its best,” Adeus encourages. “Shall I grab you a fresh drink?”

“A delightful idea.” Nawfar agrees, “I shall join you.”

The women embrace arms as they head toward the beverage table. The gesture was a thoughtful one from Adeus; for Adeen and Adeus can go months without taking in water and food, a luxury their bodies have produced for survival of their dry planet.

Emperor Adeen leans into Bruinen and gets to business, “We are awaiting Father Onfre and Mother Chesna, they are currently consulting with few leaders, here of Earth, that have their own alliances.”

“Alliances on one planet… irony that one planet needs alliances.” Bruinen wraps his head around the idea.

Emperor Adeen nods his head in agreement, “Zulima is waiting with us.”

Bruinen gazes across the room at Zulima who stares out the high rise window, alone. Zulima is the daughter of Father Onfre and Mother Chesna of the Cepae planet. All planets of light are balanced with a male and female counterpart, but all have changed their ruling names to the familiarity connected to the leadership kno on their planet, except the Cepaen Planet. The Father and Mother name are reminders to all light planets that the balance is needed in genders for peace and growth, the unity has strengths and weaknesses needed to prosper the planets.

A man comes up behind Bruinen and Adeen squeezing between them. “Umberto.” He announces to Bruinen and he drapes his arms around the two.

Adeen confirms as he introduces the two, “Sovereign Bruinen, Czar Umberto, in the flesh.”

“Pleasure. Briefly may have bumped arms at a Zeebla affair.” Bruinen tries to remember.

“Indeed.” Announces Umberto. “Nawfar, your counter partner, wooed Herminia at an affair if I recall. Appears they have already rallied,” he gleefully announces with a slight nod in their direction.

Bruinen gives a warm smile as he appears across the room and sees Nawfar laughing in glee between the two women with an additional third woman, whom Bruinen thought he remembered her to be Leewana, from the planet Dwin. Nawfar’s petite figure in comparison to the taller women was endearing to Bruinen. Most planets’, Father and Mother Counterpart, had long bridged the liaison in their relationships, but Bruinen and Nawfar were the odd that hadn’t. Their love ran truly deep for one another, but when it came to intimacy they have found sexual partnerships in others on their planet. This lifestyle was common for the Acquavodian people; their life partner was not one they felt drawn to sexually. Sex and commitment were not a combination on their planet and having multiple sexual partners was common.  Finding sexual compatibly in your life partner was rare and they often remained celibate from their life partners. It was sometimes uncomfortable to be around the other planets’ leaders whom were so open in their sexual attractions; however Bruinen also knew cultures, as the Zeebla people, whom have sexual relationships openly with others, while enjoying the intimacy of their life partner.

Bruinen rarely found himself wondering what it would be like to intertwine his legs amongst petite Nawfar’s little body, but if he does, he quickly shakes the idea from his head.  Crossing the boundaries to their perfect partnership could be eternally damaging to their relationship. He would raise Nawfar’s child as his own and his offspring would find a partnership in Nawfar’s born; their children would then Sovereign the planet when it was time.

Umberto brought Bruinen’s attention back to the trio, “Lovely, they are.” He grinned about the women, “Have you noticed who is missing from the room?”

“Enlighten.” Adeen encourages.

“Ceniathiancs. If they are part of the Planeteers then where are they?” Umberto raises an eyebrow.

Bruinen scans the room or a moment and notices Adeen is doing the same. Umberto has raised more than a valid point. At that moment the door flings open and Father Onfre and Mother Chesna gracefully fill the room. Their aurora is so powerful amongst the room of light souls they are almost blinding. The immediate response would be to hug the duo, their empowering energy leads you to crave the embrace; but you must instruct your body to stand still so you can listen to what they need to speak.  

“Welcome everyone.” Father Onfre announces with a jolly tone in his voice. “Wonderful having us united together. Our energy of light, powerful amongst one another without a cloud of darkness to dim us. Please have a seat and rest your body.”

The commotions in the room dwindle as naturally each female and male counterpart drift toward each other and find a seat, Adeus choosing Adeen’s lap as her personal chair.

Onfre chooses two seats and holds one out for Chesna, after first waving his hand over the seat, a comfy white pillow vaguely appearing. She adjusts her sleek golden, sparkling, translucent dress before she gracefully lowers herself into the chair. She then slightly waves her hand over his chair allowing him the same comfort as he nods in appreciation before relaxing. They clasp their hands into one another and the room feels, immediately, a stronger, brighter energy through it. Zulima sits next to the window where she has been standing instead of joining her mother and father’s side.

Onfre clears his throat and begins, “Please remember as I speak, the Earthlings are made of different energies than us. Some light, some dark and some gray, if you will. We, Chesna and I, have chosen to invite only the light energies among us, if some of you have had any question to why the Ceniathiancs were not upon us.” Umberto proudly gives a head nod to Adeen and then over to Bruinen as Onfre continues, “Unlike Earthlings, whom also can loom with the gray energy, Ceniathincs cannot be swayed toward light or darkness, they just continue on the fence of a skewed moral compass, making choices that will benefit their kind and species. It is with this information, Chesna and I have great feeling that they cannot be trusted among the Planeteers.” He pauses for a brief moment with a glance at Chesna who stays silent and gently rubs her thumb against the back of his hand.

“With this information,” he continues with a slight sigh, “You must also know not all four walls are silent. We are among the Earthlings governments and many are not free from listening devices. We are currently free in this room and so it is why Chesna and I highly insisted we unite here.”

Distinctive worry and mild chatter amongst one another quickly spreads through the room. Bruinen turns to Nawfar and she simply shakes her head in disbelief.

“So the Earthlings spy on us and we are not to know when they do?” a woman named Chilam calls out. Her partner, Yas, nods in agreement.

“Precisely.” Onfre admits.

Disagreement begins to circulate the room but suddenly is interrupted by a peaceful energy that is emitted and everyone turns their attention back to the Cepaen couple. “The Earthlings are instilled with fear after the encounter with Queen Sultana. She has successfully added doubt in their minds; fear and doubt is ones’ own enemy, as you all know. We need to reassure the Earthlings of the Planeteers’ intentions, by allowing them access to knowledge of some of the realm portals throughout their land; Ones preferably that we know of and do not use for ourselves. The Cepeans actively use a portal between states, of the country we are currently residing in this moment; they are called New York and Massachusetts. We recruit amalgams on the Earth planet bring them to a temporary shelter we built underground, educating them of who they are. We also have to protect our species from a dark force who is trying to destroy our core; To tell the Earthlings of this portal, we use, would be problematic in preventing Nutrevene’s ruler from intercepting our planet’s amalgams.”

“Nutrevene is in another galaxy other than ours. Why are they after the Cepae people?” Adeen ask the question the Planeteers are all wondering.

“It has been a battle for centuries between our planets of light and darkness.  I do not know why they are taking amalgams from Earth. I find it difficult to spread the clouds of darkness to visualize their intentions.”

Yas speaks up to remind Onfre, “Cepae always has the Planeteers for aid.” As he speaks the words his counterpart nods in agreement as others do in the room.

Chesna grips Onfre’s hand a little tighter with a small grin to him. Onfre warmly smiles to his friends, “While we are honored to have your blessed light, we rather you stay safe than give your souls for ours. Thank you for the brave and kind gesture.”

Adeen changes the subject back to the original focus, “Adeus and I have the gateway on Earth, located in a dry land called the Sahara desert, much like the underground you described of the Cepaen people. It is located outside an area, the Earthlings call Egypt. Our descendants had built cities here and Adeus and I still use the undergrounds to recruit our miscegenation for training.  The ancient pyramids are already a challenge to navigate with Earthlings visiting the areas frequently. The monograms and artifacts hidden in the temples are of great importance to our teachings. To disclose that gateway is not ideal for our planet.”

“Very well.” Onfre agrees.

Bruinen glances to Nawfar for approval before he speaks. She nods in agreement and he begins, “Nawfar and I have decided that the portal above our old Atlantis ruins could be ideal. We would like our people to further research the area of our descendants before they fled to escape demise. We are willing to work with the Earth’s scientific research facilities to uncover Atlantis and educate them with what we already know.” Nawfar chews on her lip as Bruinen disclose the idea to Onfre and Chesna.

Suddenly Chesna finds her voice and excitedly claps her hands together before her wide eyes as she has surprising revelation. She turns to Father Onfre as if they are the only two in the room and exclaims, “It is brilliant! This will work! Do you see it?”

Father Onfre smirks at Chesna’s childlike epiphany and he gazes at her as he nods reassuring, “Yes. Yes I do.”

They stare at each other for a moment mirroring each other’s grins and facial expressions as if they are in a room alone. Onfre finally gazes in Bruinen’s direction, “Delightful idea, Bruinen. Nawfar and you will join Chesna and I in a conference when we disclose the information to the Earthlings.”

Nawfar squeezes Bruinen’s hand proudly and bashfully smiles. Somehow, being recognized by the Cepae Father and Mother is more delightful and energizing than one could imagine.

Umberto decides to speak, “The gateway the vampires use. Should we not disclose this?”

The Planeteers turn toward each other in dismay. Onfre gives a slight ‘hmmm’ as he ponders the idea. “It could have its benefits.  It could also be destructive. The darkness is thick for my vision. What do you amongst us feel?” Onfre inquiries from the others.

Rhian, the female counterpart of Gwydion, planet Scylitam suddenly becomes vocal, “This idea worries Gwydion and I. I feel most likely Queen Sultana would retaliate in the revelation. She could use our betrayal to benefit her justification against the Earthlings.”

Umberto adds another scenario to the table, “While I agree Rhian and Gwydion, the Earthlings could also become aware on the vampire tactic to intrude on their world, safeguard this gateway, and cease her from building an army with voluntary Earthlings.”

“Both are valid points.” Onfre looks upon Chesna as if he is only speaking to her. She nods with a concern brow upon her face.

“We should vote.” Chesna barely finds her voice in the statement. “The fates should decide,” she continues as the energy feels to dim in the room.

Onfre turns his bearded face toward the Planeteers. “Please decide among your counterpart to agree with the revelation on the portal or to disagree.”

Bruinen leans into Nawfar who nervously chews on her lip. “I don’t trust Queen Sultana.” She whispers to Bruinen.

“With powerful reason.” He agrees with Nawfar.

“Then we are in agreement?” Nawfar questions.

“Yes.” Bruinen nods.

Onfre announces, “Everyone has made their decision.” Onfre and Chesna could feel the vibes of the decisions made. The room filled with energy of light and goodness; there was no worry of dishonesty or betrayal, and all Planeteers were accustomed to the Cepae couple to simply announce the vote. “We disclose of Planet Devibote`s’ easy gateway to the Earth Planet.”

As Father Onfre announces this decision a powerful energy leaves Bruinen and a pit in his stomach feels unsettled, noticing Nawfar and some other Planeteers sense it too. Nawfar slightly digs her nails into Bruinen’s flesh allowing him to understand her disapproval.

Chesna words sound distorted as they leave her mouth, “The fates have chosen.” She warns, “There are moments for questions. There are moments for doubt. There are moments for fear.” She pauses gazing among the Planeteers, her eyes appear hallow as if her soul is somewhere else. “Let us not question our fate. Let us do what we are called upon to do.”

Father Onfre stands from his chair as if he has joined Chesna on another frequency he softly whispers, “She’s here.”

The Planeteers fall into mild confusion, Bruinen keeps his eyes peeled on the revealing couple. He holds on to Nawfar’s knee as Mother Chesna’s words flow out in slow motion, “I…..Know…. It’s Sultana. Its begun.”

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President Euguen pours himself Tuica in a stubby whisky glass. He sips on it as he crosses the dim lit room toward the mahogany sofa in the corner room. It feels good to be an individual, as he has much information to process and report to the Prime Minister of his country.  He grabs the Washington Post off the decorative table and sits on the couch while grabbing a quick glance at the time on his cell phone. A little less than two hours before they would be dismissed to their hotels for the evening. He has secretly hoped the next meeting would take place in the morning where he could process information with a fresh eye. The taunt from the strigoi was a distraction from the information he needs to take home. He gulps down the rest of the Tuica and refreshingly gazes through the glass in front of him, as the hot liquid burns, sliding down his esophagus.

Euguen quickly startles as a glimpse of fluorescent light beats through the glass distorting a figure from across the room. The glass slips from his grips, dropping to the floor as the familiar figure slinks toward him, he cowers into the cushion, “Wha…What are you doing here?” He manages to blurt out. 

“Don’t panic,” Queen Sultana mocks at him, “Pathetic. You’re the President of Romania. Represent your country with pride.”

He vastly stands to his feet and distances himself from Sultana by pulling his body behind the couch. “I have nothing but pride for my country.” He makes sure to correct her. “You are a blood thirsty strigoi and I have plenty reason to be weary in your presence.”

Sultana halts in the middle of the room and slightly chuckles. “If I want your blood, that couch is not going to protect you.”

“It is closer to the door.” He reminds her. “How did you find your way in here?”

Sultana badgers him, “Does it matter? Let us talk, Euguen. All these games can be exhausting, don’t you agree?” Sultana slinks her body toward the couch and flicks at her fingers, pretending to not notice Euguen backing up toward the beverage cabinet and pulling the ice pick into his palm.

“Really, dear, an ice pick?” she announces. “Insulting. Sit.”

“And if I don’t you will try to make me. You are evil. Where is your mutt?” Euguen tries to distract her with questions as he feels around for the door knob.

Sultana glares at his direction, “Leeke is a Rottweiler." she stresses, "And if you step outside that door I will come to your hotel room, tonight, with other intentions than talking.” She puckers her lips in a pouting fashion and taps the couch with her hand, “Come, Euguen. Just to talk.” She seduces.

He pauses for a moment and then decides to head towards her. “To talk.” He confirms. “And you must stay away from my hotel room.”

“Unless you invite me in.” she wickedly grins, her incisor grabbing at the light.

Eugen hesitantly lowers his body sitting across from her on the couch.

“Any closer?” Sultana taunts, “I promise I won’t bite.”

“I’m fine right here.” He assures her.

“Very well.” She agrees. “Ask your questions.” She commands.

“I don’t have any questions for you.” He tries to sound confident.

Sultana winks, “Go ahead.”

He hesitates for a moment and then blurts out, “What is true? I need to know.”

“There are many truths.” She confirms. “You are week and have lost your voice," she pauses briefly, then with a slight raise to her eyebrow she finishes,"But your mind speaks loudly.”

His eyes widen and she slowly scoots her rear end against the couch toward him. She continues speaking as if she were answering his silent questions “I can tell you that your people have adequate suspicion. Much of my army has come from Earth; much has come from your country. There is no longer reason to fear the unknown. Join me, Euguen.”

He shakes his head at her. “My people would never join you. Why would we join what we have feared most over centuries? Romania is not joining a witless, bloodsucking strigoi.” He spits out at her from under his breath.

Sultana tosses her head in the air as if offended, “Words.” She mutters. “Words. Words. Words.”

She slides closer and he stands up from the couch. “Enough. Leave Sultana.”

“Careful, Euguen, you may put me in a feeding frenzy.” She warns as if she is slightly disgusted.

“No more threats, Sultana. Kill me or leave; either way, more of Earth will know what a monster strigoi is.” He struts toward the door not making it far before Sultana flings her body in front of him, grabbing him by his neck.

He gasps for air for a moment as she loosens her grip. Their eyes lock and the terror he had momentarily felt, quickly fades off his face. “Yes.” She whispers “You are afraid to die.”

“If I were one of you I would still be dead. I don’t have the evil your soul bares.” Euguen reminds her.

She peels her claws from his neck and runs her nails down his arm. “You want to hate me. But you want me. You want to have sex with Me.” she confirms to him.

His eyes wonder to her voluptuous breast for a moment and then rapidly returns to her amber eyes.

“Your disgusting.” He coldly announces.

She slides her hand down the outside of his pants seizing his erection in her palms. “How disgusting?” she smirks between her teeth.

His eyes grow wide as she clutches him tighter cupping his girth. His eyes close for a moment from the pleasurable sensation but he fights to fling them open. “So many beautiful women on my planet.” She informs him, as she slowly unbuttons his shirt, while she continues to stroke his hardness. “Lovely, sexy women. We have sex on my planet quite often as we are creatures of passion, Euguen.” She softly seduces working her fingers through his shirt and pulling it off his shoulders.

Euguen stands motionless. His hard erection wanting her to satisfy his dark urges. Her fingers slide to his pant's button and she pushes him backward toward the lonely couch.

“With a small amount of pain, you can live forever, with the fruit of life at your everyday pleasure. No one to judge you. No one to impress. No feelings of guilt or fear.” She pushes him on to the couch as she hovers over him, his eyes hungry for her breast, his hands fall upon them struggling to push them out of her brazier. She unbuttons his pants jerking them to his knees. He releases her breast from their restrain and as they free themselves above his mouth, he snatches one in his mouth, while gripping the other. Her eyes fall into her skull and her neck stretches toward the ceiling as the sensation in her body pulls her on top of him. She pushes his face in between her breast, grabbing his erection between her hands. He pulls her away and stares at her pale face and sultry red lips.

“Are you going to kill me?” he whispers from under his heavy breaths of air.

“I want you to say you will  join my alliance. Then I will fuck you.” She articulates.

Euguen slithers his hands up her dress pushing it over her knees. His hand glides toward her inner thighs searching with his fingers against her smooth skin. He pushes his fingers inside her as her body thrust upward from the sensational jolt. She wraps tighter around his hard erection as he thrust his fingers violently inside of her while grabbing her erect nipple between his teeth.

He pulls his hand back and releases her breast for a moment pulling her face to his. “I’ll join you,” his ample voice beats against her plump scarlet lips. Sultana smirks as she gently nibbles on his lips, then flinging her body back in the air. He wraps her thighs around him sliding his massive girth between her wet genitalia. His eyes fall as he throbs inside her. “I’ll be yours forever.” He passionately confirms as he grasp her pelvic thrusting harder.

Sultana screams out in pleasure and victory as her salacious breast bounces against his ripple chest, bringing him to orgasm. 

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