Chapter 12:
Recruit
The small waves bounce against the large towering building that extends from the beryl ocean and the hot sun is clouded to a faint breeze; the Acquavodo Planet is alive with fish dancing across the waters. Bruinen sits at the table, fashioned from Acropora Hyacinthus, a common coral, which sits on the balcony, connecting to a dock bobbing against the water’s surface. The planet is built mostly on water; the abundance of ocean that covers the planet leaves little room for land. The waters that river into freshness are scarce of land, allowing only peeks of small beaches and trees rising from the beryl liquid.
Marlin leans back in his chair, across from Bruinen, his elbow braces against the apricot, stone railing, engaging in conversation with Bruinen, while his eighteen year old daughter skims the waves behind them. She raises her palms calling the waters to her mercy, testing her abilities to surf over the waves; the water tickles under her feet as she playfully leaps from one wave to another.
Marlin’s scruff face observes Bruinen as his eyes shift from the talented teen toward him. Marlin continues mild chatter grabbing Bruinen’s attention “Was the Earth trip a success?”
“A nuisance.” Bruinen admits dryly to the Marlin.
Marlin is well built with defined muscles chiseling through his skin. His arms ripple and his hands are thick, his stubby fingers strong. His height is of only about 5’4, short for most Acquavodian males, but he is unsurpassed in the AWW, Acquavodian World Warrior, with strength of mind and body.
“Hey daddy! Watch this!” His daughter calls out forcing him to swing his thick neck toward the water, his dark blue eyes focusing on her as she shows off. She circles her wrists, enchanting the waters high in the air as she bounces off of one wave and flips to the next. The aqua grows taller in the sky as she climbs to the top, as if stairs were indented in each molecular step. She reaches the top off the wave, diving gracefully in the water, and after she crashes under the surface the liquid forms a pedestal, reintroducing her to the surface. Her face lights up as she gives a crooked smile and leaps back in the water treading against it naturally.
Her father gives a loud clap between his hands as a low chuckle bellows out from his throat. “Wonderful Tsu!” He calls out to the ocean.
Bruinen sips on his Niwesade`, a seaweed enriched drink, while he smirks at the carefree, young teen. Bruinen then turns his attention back toward Marlin and decides to address business.
“Honestly, things had an unexpected turn when on Earth. One not predicted.” Bruinen admits.
Marlin gazes in his direction prompting for him to continue.
“We may have clear access to our ancestors’ heritage, but it will no doubt come with a price.” Bruinen sips on his refreshing drink, the coldness flowing through his throat, energizing him through the hot rays peeking out of the puffy white clouds.
Marlin’s daughter, Tsunami, eases the waters as a natural bridge to the dock and her bare feet lightly hit the stone deck while she twist the water out of her long, dark, straight locks.
“Gathering the EFWR crew is out of order at this time?” he questions confused by Bruinen’s flakey response.
Bruinen gives a long sigh and relaxes back in the chair with his arms folded over his chest. He watches as Tsunami approaches them, sliding into the seat next to her father and leans her head on his shoulder while grabbing his glass. She takes a long gulp as her deep blue eyes focus on Bruinen. He hesitates to continue the conversation with her presence, but then decides to allow her ears to engage in the realities of the universe.
“Queen Sultana made an appearance at the meeting.” Bruinen announces getting straight to the point of his indecisiveness.
Marlin’s brows rise with surprise and Tsunami’s freckled face lifts toward her father, observing his reaction.
“The vampire queen?” She inquires of her father.
He briefly nods to her while maintaining eye contact with Bruinen. “I’m confused. Why would the Earthlings choose to invite a dark planet such as Divobite` into the Planeteers?"
“She wasn’t invited.” Bruinen discloses. “We will need the AWW prepared for options.”
Marlin takes a deep breath letting a sigh fall from his nostrils. He falls back against the back of his chair as his daughter perks up, prying into the controversy of the conversation. “She’s going to bring war among the Earthling, isn’t she?” He assumes.
“Father Onofre and Mother Chesna of the Cepae Planet believe so.” Bruinen admits.
Marlin rubs the scruff on his chin with an annoyed groan. “And we are positive the Atlantis Gem is still in the sunken depths?”
“Has to be.” Bruinen admits. “If the Naldryd decide to attack again we need it to defeat them.” Bruinen reminds him. “You and I know they are gathering their resources for a second attack. They can’t survive without water and their planet continues to rapidly dry…”
“I know Nawfar has tried, but I must ask…” Marlin begins but Bruinen interrupts before he is able to continue.
“Yes, they will not come to agreement. Their greed shatters their clarity of reason. They want the Acquavodo. In an entirety.”
“Fools.” Marlin spits disgusted through his teeth.
Bruinen catches a glimpse of Tsunami’s distressed appearance. Her questions are evident but she holds back, worry they could cause her dismissal. Marlin turns his attention to his daughter noticing Bruinen’s observation. “You want to run in and start dinner?” Marlin kindly suggests.
Tsunami mildly shakes her head, her eyes shift to both men. Marlin easily accepts her answer, continuing to Bruinen, “Engaging in a war on Earth with Divobite` could allow us unnoticeable access to Atlantis. We will need a team of Acquavodians to enter Atlantis’ depths and retrieve the gem.” He pauses for a brief second before completing his thoughts, “After the success, we will still entertain the Earthlings by disclosing more information of our ancestry on their planet. Our planet will be protected with the gem we have retrieved, and we will not have the conflict of removing it conspicuously from under the Earthlings noses.”
Bruinen nods in agreement. “I’d like you to join Nawfar and me on our next trip to Earth. We leave tonight to a country they call Russia. Other land forms, they refer to as countries, will be meeting us there, along with some of the Planeteers.” Bruinen watches Marlin as he digest the information, his tattooed biceps twitching from the anticipation.
“I’ll be in touch with her mother and ready by nightfall.” Marlin finally agrees.
“Don’t call her, I want to go with you.” Tsunami suddenly announces confidently, shifting her sapphire eyes between the two men.
The men study the hour shape glass teenager as she rises to her feet to plea her case. “I’m perfect in the waters. I’m one of the best on our planet and I am only eighteen measly years of age; almost the best when it comes to interacting with our planet’s aqua, other than Sovereign Nawfar, of course.” She addresses Bruinen and then continues, “I am sure I can do the same on Earth, which will allow easy access for our people to find the gem in our ‘lost’ city.”
Marlin immediately protests his daughter’s request. “The energy and atmosphere vary on other planets. We do not know if you can manipulate Earth’s hydrogen oxygen molecules with the same capabilities on Aquavodo. Taking elders makes sense. They will be prepared to dive the depths for what we are seeking.”
“But I can part the waters so they don’t have to dive. Swimming and seeking will slow them down, no matter how quick they are. Parting the waters to the bottom will quickly allow them to search. Sovereign Bruinen will need Sovereign Nawfar by his side. I know I can do it, Daddy. Tsunami challenges her father.
“You do not KNOW.” Marlin reminds her. “We have not researched Earth extensively to know. Absolutely not. Your mother and co-father would never allow it. You will require proper training on planet elements. Go in and start dinner.” He quickly commands, “I will join you shortly.”
She eyes her father hesitantly before heading toward the coral doors and boldly addresses Bruinen, “Sovereign Bruinen, I look forward to the day when I am able to join Sovereign Nawfar and yourself in important expeditions on Earth.” She gives her father one last glare and heads inside.
“She is your daughter no doubt.” Bruinen grins to Marlin.
“As gifted as she is she is still a typical eighteen year old. She wants to be a warrior, she believes she is ready and yet has so much wisdom to live.” Marlin explains. "She's young and naive."
Bruinen adds an afterthought to Marlin’s statement. “Her passion is a valuable asset. I know it makes you proud.” and as an after thought, "Only you still see her a little girl, but she is a woman."
Marlin admits. “The conversation with her has not ended, but merely began. She will debate.” He sips on his drink standing from the chair and leaning over the balcony, staring into the waves. “I’ll see you at nightfall.”
“I wish we not continue to meet under these circumstances.” Bruinen rises from the chair. “Nightfall it is.”
****
Bruinen walks through the thick, stone opening to the house. He hears dishes clanking from a bottom floor, hesitating for a moment he steps into a sheer elevator and descends to the lower level. The doors open and Bruinen steps into the massive kitchen. Tsunami throws a stone plate over a blue flame, leaning in to grab another dish, she notices Bruinen observing her.
“Hi.” She hesitates in wonder while throwing a turquoise crush station into the boiling pot. “Is there something my father wants?”
“Your father doesn’t know I’m down here. I wanted to address the situation that occurred upstairs.” Bruinen suggest.
Tsunami leans against the counter with her eyes focused against the window, that allows visibility under the ocean's water, as a school of fish swims by. “I’m sorry.” She grits her teeth not making eyes contact with him. “I was out of line. I know my body is young but my soul feels much older. However I crossed boundaries and disrespected my elder, let alone the Sovereign of our Planet.” she spills out the apology as if she were rehearsing it.
Bruinen ignores her forced amends with an educational lesson, “Nawfar wasn’t until the age of forty-two that she was completing water talents you demonstrated today. Her techniques started mild and simple. It wasn’t until she trained amongst the AWW that her skills became so enhanced.”
Tsunami’s eyes shift toward Bruinen taking interest in his words as he continues, “ Perhaps, your father leading the AWW has given you depth at a quicker pace. I believe having you on the Atlantis expedition could be beneficial.”
Her eyes beam toward him but she tries to mask her excitement, forcing her arms across her torso, “Why didn’t you tell my father that?” she pouts.
“Because Nawfar will.” He grins toward her walking back toward the elevator. “That’s her position, not mine.”
“Bruinen!” she clamors causing him to halt.
He turns toward her before stepping between the sheer doors. “Thank you.” She politely adds, her long lashes flashing above her wide eyes.
He gives a faint grin staring at her beauty, her innocence piercing through his heart. “Pack Tsu.” He instructs with a smirk as he descends in the elevator.
******
The light beams across the long tips of the palace that is no bigger than Colm’s house; yet, the regal appearance gives hint of royalty. Doors appear nonexistent as Margret and Colm approach the entrance way; an invisible wave falls silent as Margret and Colm cross the thresh hold. Walls are wide and ceilings deep, the carvings etched through pillars appear renaissance, yet the decorations are vibrantly contemporary. Zulima greets the duo in the midst of the hallway. Her hugs are brief and she remains quiet as her urgency tugs at them to follow her. Margret hastily walks along Colm’s side through the palaces quarters, her head rising toward the ceiling admiring the paintings of humans with wings, flying among unipegs, and some sort of colorful bird. In her world, she would have taken the winged humans for angles and the birds as peacocks; she now knows the Cepaen interpretation of the winged humans is their personal warriors, cliché of a planet known for peace. She pondered if the birds most likely had a connection to them the way the unipegs do. Colm failed to mention the depth of connection they had to unipegs, but at that moment she most likely would have found the information inconceivable anyway.
The wide halls begin to tunnel into one another and personal paintings quickly line the walls holding wonders of other Cepaen royalty. The paintings remind Margret much of Roman culture but the technology revealed in the paintings appears to surpass Earth’s current technology.
Colm holds her hand tightly as they walk through the halls, flirting as he pulls her shoulder into his armpit multiple times. She raises her neck toward him and his face beams nervously as he stares into her eyes. “Why are you nervous?” she feels her thought trail to him unintentionally.
He quickly turns his focus to a painting of Zulima, discreetly nodding toward it. Margret witnesses her painted figure sprawled out on a bed, naked bosom only covered by her long arms. She appears much younger in the picture, her long hair draping over shoulders and lingering on the pillow of the bed.
“You’re real good at that.” Margret whispers from under her breath, referring to his distractions.
Colm turns to her with a tight mouth grin and shrugs his shoulders.
“Don’t pretend to not know what I’m talking about.” Margret silently protests through her mind as she continues walking down the hall. “Did they teach you that in a school? ‘How do avoid your soul mates comments and keep them out of your thoughts’ 101. I’m sure it was an all boy class. Women wouldn’t have a class like that.”
Colm chuckles out loud grabbing onto her thoughts and let’s go of her hand, wrapping his arm tightly around her. Zulima pauses to make sure they are close behind as she leads them to a sharp right, the room quickly opening wider, and the floor transferring into a pearlescent white, lined with golden rhombuses across the floor.
Father Onofre and Mother Chesna stand mapping out a universe upon a translucent screen that hovers above the floor. Margret notices the familiar angelic wings that are joined with three others sets. The group points and mildly discusses in small chatter while adverting the detailed information.
Zulima clears her throat bringing the attention of the five on Colm and Margret. Natika’s fluffed pearly wings rise above her shoulders, her tasseled hair falls against her thighs and her face beams with a bright smile as she notices the trio entering the room. Without hesitation, she rushes at full force at Colm wrapping her arms around his neck; pulling his arms away from Margret, he naturally wraps them around Natika’s tiny waist, lifting her toes off the ground as they embrace. Margret’s heart twist against her ribs as the pang of jealousy pushes against her lungs and she walks away from the pair toward Father and Mother.
Colm let’s go of Natika and she bounces behind Margret, tugging her into a giant hug. Margret’s eyes widen when she is lavished by the angelic woman’s arms, wrapped around her, planting a kiss on her cheek. Natika releases Margret with a wide grin, pulling Colm back to her side, admiring for a brief second with her twinkling eyes she boast, “The radiance, you two. Overwhelming.”
Mother Chesna and Father Onofre approach giving quick hugs, while acknowledging the others in the room. “These are some of our allegiance,” Father Onofre announces, “Serafim, Zagzagel, and Harahel.”
The three men stand shirtless, chiseled bodies with large wings protruding their shoulder blades. Serafim’s wings are chocolate brown, Zagagel a jet black and Harahel’s a radiant blue with wisp of white at the feather’s tips. Each man is as radiant as Natika and Margret’s heart races as they stare upon her. She quickly swings her head back at Colm, trying to control her erotic thoughts and for the first time, she sees his eyes barrow into his forehead and a slight scowl upon his face. “You introduced me to jealousy.” He bounces in her head with a teasing tone. Her face immediately flushes as she turns her focus toward Father and Mother, but before she can say a word each warrior is greeting her with a sweet kiss on the hand. Her face flushes brighter red as she tries to hurry them along.
Zulima announces in the mist of Margret’s hesitation, “Mother and Father are eager to know what you have discovered with Dark Leake. However, we also have other challenges we are faced with and must address. Please inform us of the visions you’ve witnessed.”
Margret scans the room uncomfortably as their eyes are heavy on her. She feels a little intimidated until the calmness reigns over the room gently. Warmth, the light flows through her veins, and she abruptly is able to focus her mind on the visions she witnessed, earlier that morning. “Dark Leake plans to use amalgams to break through Cepae barriers of light.”
“Of course.” Onofre quickly speaks as if a light bulb had visually made appearance above his white head. His eyes shift to Chesna and stare heavily through her.
Their gaze holds strong for a moment and Margret now understands the pair’s long stares. They are actually sharing thoughts and feelings with one another and look so naturally doing so. Onofre and Chesna are soulmates, unable to hide thoughts and feelings from one another, able to understand and intertwine with one another. Margret’s eyes shift toward Zulima for a brief moment and she is watching her parents intently. Margret’s heart faintly aches of the thought of Zulima being alone. She has lived for centuries now, never experiencing what most of her planet’s people find. They don’t settle for anything less… Margret’s thoughts begin to drift as she feels an intruder among them, trying to bandage her tiny bruised heart. She snaps her head to Colm, for reassurance, and witnesses Natika’s head resting against his shoulder. He gives a wink toward Margret with a mild smile and the jealousy immediately pulses once more. She grimaces at him and watches as his face transforms to a serious tone.
“Those that are half Earthling and Cepae have the light to enter our planet with enough darkness. Dark Leake will try to pursue their hearts to his benefit.” Chesna reveals quickly turning Margret’s attention toward her.
“What is the time frame we have on all this?” Zulima wonders.
“He needs an army,” Margret informs.
“If he is trying to capture children? Or is he after adults...?” Father Onofre wonders.
“We need to intervene and find as many amalgams as possible. We must disclose their heritage and introduce them to the possibilities of our Planet.” The winged woman announces.
“We will need to send Margret with Natika. She needs physical endurance as a warrior while on Earth. She will need to be able to protect herself along with those we discover.” Chesna suggest.
“Agree.” Father Onofre walks toward Natika, “You will take Margret to the Alato Cavallo Catacombe and begin training.”
“Of course,” Natika agrees.
Zulima turns toward Margret, “Mother and Father are right in this. If an incident were to happen as you already witnessed, you need to be able to defend yourself.”
“Margret will have to find amalgams and recruit them before Dark Leake.” Chesna instructs.
Margret nods and turns toward Colm who looks a tad a distraught. He walks next to Margret’s side and interlocks her hand within his. “With your permission, I’d like to take part of the training.” He announces. “Considering Margret and I are indeed soulmates, I will refuse to let her journey alone, I will be by her side.”
“Harahel, do you agree with this request?” Father Onofre inquires.
Margret feels her hand grasps tighter in Colm’s hoping she can take him with her.
“Of course.” Harahel agrees. “This is a positive idea.”
“Okay, then, Colm you will assist Margret in her missions.” Onofre confirms.
“You are dismissed then, Margret and Colm. Serafim, Zagzagel, Harahel and Natika will accompany you to training after we finish in here.” Onofre ensures.
“I feel it is of importance that she is part of our conversations.” Chesna reveals. “Her abilities are strengthening. She will be a promenade key in the war on Earth.”
“War on Earth!” Margret blurts out dropping Colm’s hand and pushing her body forward towards the group.
Onofre steadily breaks the news, “Margret, Queen Sultana, of the Divobite` Planet, Vampiress of vampires, is planning an attack on Earth.”
“What!” she exclaims. “Where? How did this happen? What is our government saying?” Margret begins blurting out questions as they press against her head not giving anyone the chance to answer. She begins to panic, pacing the floor, “What about family? I have family on Earth.” She feels annoyance as a burst of calmness trickles in the room. “I do not want to be calm about this.” She demands toward the group, gritting her teeth .
Zagzagel places his hand on her shoulder. “Dear, anger and fear only releases darkness. You must calm down and find some peace. These negative emotions cloud your light, weakening your mind. You will be vulnerable when you do face Dark Leake. It will be essential for you remember this.”
Margret takes a deep breath and her eyes shift toward the fellow humans standing before her, concern drifting over their faces. She cannot find it in her, to turn toward Colm’s concerning face. The realization is, she herself could be a danger to the Cepae Planet." Zagzagel’s words spoke all their deepest fear, "it could be a possibility that she would fall victim to Dark Leake’s plan, just as any other amalgams."
“You would never.” Colm’s subtle words pass through her mind trying to sooth her soul of doubts.
Mother Chesna approaches as Margret’s face openly reveals her apprehension. She clasp her fingers through Margret’s pushing into her palms, her eyes shifting into Margret’s. A muffling voice shadows through Margret’s head and she comprehends that Chesna is desperately trying to find a way to Margret’s soul. Margret struggles to open some sort of inner door to allow her to enter, but against her will, she is unable. “Sorry.” She mouths to Chesna as the words are stuck in her throat.
Chesna doesn’t acknowledge her words and instead she stares more intently into to her eyes, Margret’s body feels heavier as she feels the intrusion, Mother’s soul forcefully trying to communicate from within. Margret feels her inner self fumbling nervously for a way to let her in as if it were some sort of test she could fail. Her body then once again stands alone as she feels Chesna’s soul drift away, Margret focuses back on her violet eyes. “It’s okay.” Chesna tries to assure her with a tight grin, releasing Margret’s hands gently to her side.
Mother Chesna takes a step back and shifts her eyes toward Onofre who nods.
“I thought only soul mates could do that anyway. I’m confused.” Margret suddenly pleads as silence fills the room. “It’s like everyone knows some secret except me?”
Margret feels her hands begin to shake as her eyes begin to swell, her head pounding and throat dry as she holds her tears in. She feels empty and alone inside and tilts her head in Colm’s direction to see Natika holding tightly on his hand, with her arm intertwined in his. She needed him by her side and there he was interlocked in Natika, silent and elusive, not a spark of him reaching toward her.
Zulima approaches Margret, but Onofre marginally shows his palm to her, faintly next to his thigh and so Zulima stops. “Margret…” Onofre begins; but Margret has already witnessed the action between the two and it sends a shooting pang of doubt through her body. She is overcome by emotions, and soon finds her feet patting against the rhombuses, as she sprints quickly from the room. Her body brushes pass Colm as she dizzily finds the entrance way, not making eye contact with anyone, her eyes blur her surroundings with resting tears anticipating their spill.
Her legs deliver her through the long hallways and as she falls solitary her cheeks flood with moistness, streaking down her chin, the salt liquid falling in between her lips. She wipes at her lids to clear her vision and escapes to the outdoor air. Her legs won’t stop, her lungs labored against her chest, heart hammering at her rib cage, her body accelerates through the garden where she finds Opal at graze alongside of Nacreous. She flings her body toward Opal’s back, but his wide neck flings upward, startled by her sudden motions; as her hands grasp hold of the unipegs bristled main, she is suddenly flung backwards with strong arms pulling at her waist.
Her body plunges into a muscular bare chest and she struggles to pull away from the human contact. “Margret! Margret!” She hears her name calmly shouted through Colm’s vocal cords as he struggles to contain her flapping arms. Finally both her wrist fall into his hands and her dizzy mind begins to focus on his concerning face. His eyes flow with uncertainty, his eyebrows resting above his temples, sandy hair in disarray, flopped against his cheek bones and his lips pursed with worry. Her breath becomes shallow as her tired body relaxes against the grass in defeat. Colm decides to remove a hand from her binding wrist to wipe her delicate cheeks. Her hazy eyes become clearer as she tries to calm herself, her heart still pounding heavily. She cannot find her voice, her vocal cords feel tight and restrained. Colm’s worry upon his face doesn’t loosen as he tucks her hair behind her shoulders and eventually pulls her body into him, holding her tightly against his chest, stroking her head and neck. His firm hug presses his rapidly beating heart to drum against her ear, which brings flowing tears to the surface of her eyes again, they subtly take turns falling to her chin. His damp chest clues him to her dripping faucets and he pulls her away, bracing her chin against his thumb.
“Hey.” He whispers delicately. “Talk to me.”
Margret is confused for a moment by the plea, but she falls back into a sob at the realization that he is disconnected from her thoughts and feelings.
“Hey. Hey.” Colm kindly whispers again repeating the gesture.
Her clouded caramel eyes desperately try to focus on him and she manages to mumble, “You can’t …” she pauses as her voice drifts and her head slips toward the ground staring in the grass.
“What happened in there? Talk to me.” Colm begs again.
Margret struggles to gather her thoughts, her emotions slipping in different directions. “Dark Leake could use me against you. Against all of you and Mother and Father fear it. The warriors fears it. Zulima fears it. And you….”
“And me?” He gently questions. “No, Margret we don’t fear the idea. We are aware of it and what Dark Leake could try to do, but you are strong, Margret. You have me. We have each other. Fear can bring darkness. There are parts of us that can’t comprehend your complexity of emotions. You must remember this.”
“You were jealous.” Margret softly tries to pry. “Jealousy is supposed to be darkness, right?”
“I was teasing you, Margret. I only can slightly comprehend it when you…” Colm doesn’t get to finish as Margret interrupts.
“Great. I’m just all kinds of darkness and introducing you to it all, aren’t I?” She pulls herself away from him and stands up, pulling her dress over her knees. "I thought of myself as a good person until I came here. But this... I can't compete with all of you..."
He quickly follows suit and takes her hands before she tries to wonder off. “You are so much light, Margret. If you were darkness you could not be my soul mate.”
She scoffs, “Sure it isn’t Natika? You two consistently appear rather cozy together.” Her eyes roll in circles of the thought.
Colm tries to prop her head toward his face as she works to yank it away. He subtly studies her head with his thumbs, gently pressing against her chin, his fingertips against her jaw. “Listen to me, please.” He begs again.
She releases a huge sigh as her eyes focus on his.
“Thank you.” He begins. “This is not Earth…” he starts and her eyes involuntary roll as he tries to grab her focus. “Hey. Listen to me.” He gently reminds her. “Not Earth. Imagine your world with the love it has. Mother, Father, siblings, children, um…. Pets? Earthlings have pets, right?” he searches in her eyes for an answer.
“Yes.” She pouts, “We have pets and people love their pets.”
“Okay, good. Good.” Colm’s voice raises hopeful when she decides to engage. “Okay, all kinds of love. Friend. Friend love is what I have with Natika. The sexuality on Earth and some other planets is different than here on Cepae. Yes, Natika is radiant…” Margret immediately finds herself trying to pull away from him as he tries to steady her hands with his. “BUT… Wait, Margret. Please listen.”
She halts, her body shifting away from him with her lips puckered tightly. “Try to understand, it is different than what you have learned on Earth. Natika may beautiful but she is a sister to me. She wants to be a sister to you. Everyone female on this planet is my sister. Every male on this planet is my brother. I know not a stranger. Natika and I have grown together since a young age, she is my closest sister I have. Without finding you, there will still never be a Colm and Natika, I would simply live my life with a piece of emptiness in my heart. I am in love with you, Margret. I am connected with you like I will never be or know how with another.” His eyes fall deeper into hers as her walls slowly crumble allowing him to enter her fortress. His soul presses deep against hers and her heart begins to flood with overwhelming love. “I LOVE YOU. You will NEVER be alone again.” his voice circles around her heart hugging her soul.
Her voice is lump in her throat and she can do nothing now but ravish him with her overwhelming love and desire pulsing through her veins. Her lips force upon his, his eyes widen with surprise, quickly closing to feel her tongue glide into his mouth. Their hands come alive, clawing at each other’s clothes, her fingertips pressing into his neck as she kisses him harder. He falls into the grass pulling her onto him while his hands desperately climb up her dress; her hands eagerly jerk down his pants revealing his erect penis. He grasps himself sliding his naked skin between her wet thighs. He moans as the tip of his genital presses inside her, vastly rising with fullness as the tingly sensation of semen rises from his balls. The tips of his fingers grasp her behind and her nails press into his chest as she begins moving faster against his pelvis. Their passion is intense as their souls grip at each other, heavy between their aching bodies. Colm quickly rises to the point of inevitably thrusting her faster against him, pulling her behind tighter as it slaps against his balls. He then rapidly climaxes, ejaculating against her g-spot, sending her body pressing against the air, as she simultaneously contracts her inner muscles against his throbbing genital. He bellows out a tenor moan as his body begins to settle from the last sexual waves pulsing through his body.
Margret’s body collapses on top of him, her head fallen to his chest as their hearts intensely beat against one another and they catch their breath. She rests her chin on his pec, staring up at him with her dry, tired eyes. He brushes the hair away from her face, pulling her closer toward him and delicately kissing her forehead.
“Come here.” He tenderly suggests pulling her body upward so her eyes are peering into his. “I love you, Margret. I love you so much.” He presses his lips into hers and pulls her away to admire her once more, giving her his wide toothy smile.
She gives a sighing laugh with an endearing grin. “Colm.” She faintly whispers, “I’m not going anywhere.”
He sheepishly smiles at her, leaning in with a swift smooch accompanied by a small chuckle.
“I love you.” She gradually announces. “I really do love you.”
He pushes a strand of hair away from her eye as the breeze dances with it against her face. “I know.” He smirks, placing another peck on her lips. She gasps with a giggle in disbelief by his cocky answer, playfully hitting his chest and laying her head down on it. "I just want to stay like this forever." she whispers tracing her fingers over his naked body.
His hand falls to the small of her back, gently stroking against her sleek, silk dress. "Me too." he tenderly whispers and then subtly changing his tone he adds, "However, we need to go be warriors."
"Oh, yes, you and I, like Superman and Wonder Woman." She tugs out a laughing sigh. She gives a faint grin to herself as she feels him searching for the answers to who Superman and Wonder Woman are. She raises her head to see his face. "Got it yet?" she teases.
He lifts his head to meet hers, brushing his hair back and gives a slight chuckle, his teeth fall into his bottom lip and his head lowers back to the grass as he stares into the sky. "Unexpected in my life to say the least. Never would have believed I would be one of the few trained warriors without wings attached to my back." he processes the idea with a hazy glare upon his face, as he continues to roll his thumb against her lower back. "I do not hold doubt in the matter, just much unexpected, my love."
Margret's eyes are exhausted from laboring over her emotional escapade and can no longer pry her eyelids open. They fall shut and the rhythmic pattern of his heart, against her ear, quickly drifts her to dreamland.
