STORY EXCERPT

Jonathan shuffled all of his papers back into his briefcase, and fifteen minutes later the plane landed smoothly in Cairo.

Rene finally felt something of her old self. Dr. Selkis, woman in control, she chanted to herself.

Jonathan went before her, of course. His manners were impeccable. He wanted to be able to help her down and probably protect her from assassination, she thought wryly. She still hadn’t gotten that safety comment from her mind.

As she descended the stairs, something thick seemed to permeate the air. Not smoke or smog or anything that could be seen with the human eye, yet it felt as if something was waiting in the very air itself.

Rene shook herself mentally. She had to get hold of herself. Ever since she had started having dreams of Ralabos, everything seemed to have a shadow, a purpose, or a double meaning.

Jonathan reached the concourse first, then reached up to guide her down.

The moment her black-heeled feet hit the ground, a deafening crack rent the air. Rene could only liken it to a sonic boom. The ground roiled under her feet; she thought she was smack in the middle of an earthquake. In defense, she covered her ears, but it was too late. The sound happened so quickly, she wondered if she had heard it at all. Then the ground rested as if suddenly commanded to do so.

“Did you hear that? Feel that?” she asked Jonathan, grabbing his arm and digging her nails into his suit jacket.

“To what do you refer?” he asked, neutrally looking down at the beautiful, but clearly disturbed woman. A moment later, Rene abruptly released his arm.

“It was nothing. I’m just a little more tired than usual.”

Jonathan smiled at the woman and led her to the waiting car. Most certainly he had heard and felt the disturbance. It was meant to wake the dead or near-dead—he mused to himself.

She had heard the spell working, which could only mean one thing. He had finally found her, the one he had been waiting and searching for. She had finally come home.

The old one would be awake now and most anxious to see her. Finally, Jonathan felt as if he could repay the debt he owed his old friend.

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The fissure groaned and protested, but yielded to the greater power. Ralabos immediately stopped the Earth’s unrest, lest he cause damage and death to the natives. He opened his eyes, taking in the last scenery he had seen before his deep slumber. Little had changed in this land. It still appeared remote and barren.

As he stepped out of the huge crevice, dirt and earthen debris cascaded onto his body. Within seconds, however, he was free and clean of it. She had come; now he would go to her.

His storm gray eyes that could see both this world and the realm of sorcery and magick detected a thick ribbon of color.

Ralabos smiled. His friend had not failed him. It was a spell to lead him where he was awaited. Immediately another spell activated. Information tumbled into his brain at lightning speed. Basic things he needed to know about this new world whirled around in his head—laws, customs, even a new basic language. Thoth had been most thorough and helpful.

His body began to thin until it became a light, foggy vapor, which reshaped itself into the form of a large hawk.

He took to the air, his powerful wings beating slowly, yet with such power that they propelled him forward at an alarming speed.

ADULT EXCERPT

He disengaged himself from her grip and dropped before her gracefully. “Remove this clothing,” he demanded, eyeing her pants as the enemy. She hesitated, and then slowly and shyly she pulled them down until they rested at her knees.

She would not think about what she was doing right now. Maybe later. Maybe. She knew her underwear was soaked. She could smell her own scent now, and he, too, took a deep breath, filling his lungs with it.

She wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t prepared for the feel of his mouth placing a gentle kiss on her exposed cleft. His tongue darted between the folds, seeking her pearl, and he sucked on it.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to keep her balance, for her legs had just turned into an insubstantial, gelatinous mass.

His tongue was beyond talented—gifted, it would seem. It speared its way through her folds and licked the cream that he had caused to flow.

She gyrated against his face, pulling it closer. Then he began to hum, so low in his throat that it caused vibrations on her clit, vibrations that were deliriously sensual.

Then he added fingers to the mix. Hot, thick fingers prodded her to open her stance, and she greedily complied.

He rubbed her and heat seemed to emanate from his hands. He inserted one finger, then another, in rhythmic strokes, never breaching her hymen. Warmth coursed through her as he tuned her body into an Earth-shattering orgasm.

“Ralabos!” she screamed hoarsely, the waves breaking over her, drowning her. He placed his mouth against her clitoris and sucked lightly, wrapping his hands around her ass and pulling her close as she continued to come.

After, she slid down onto his lap like the puddle of nothing useful that she was. Parts of her still clenched and unclenched as small aftershocks echoed through her body.

The night air blew the scent of jasmine all around them. Their breathing was labored, but slowly returned to normal as they sat holding one another in total silence.

Until, that is, she became coherent enough to notice his still-hardened cock, which was nestled against her ass. “Let me.”

“No, zenj’a.” He stopped her. “This will be as far as we go this night. I cannot guarantee control if you were to take me in your mouth.”

“But ...” she started again. It was unfair; he had to be going crazy.

“I will be fine,” he assured her. He had taken her far enough this night.

“No, you do not get to control everything.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped slowly.

“Zenj’a,” he moaned as her initially-shy fingers became bolder. She cupped him and stroked him simultaneously. His cock was so hot and hard, unnaturally so, but she loved it and briefly wondered how it would feel to have it inside of her. She pumped faster, imagining him driving into her.

Ralabos picked up her thoughts and was lost in her fantasy. She had insisted. She was just as attentive a lover as he remembered; always she liked to see him come.

“I want to see you come,” she said softly, having never experienced this at any time of her life.

At the time, Ralabos could only groan a reply.

Sometime later, however, he managed to rasp out to her, “I’m coming, zenj’a!”

She scrambled off of his lap, still pumping his cock profusely, and when the first jet of cum spurted into the air, Rene bent down and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked, causing Ralabos insurmountable pleasure as he came into her mouth and down her throat.

She swallowed greedily, her first taste of cum, of him, and she loved it. She licked him, when at last it ceased, and lapped up the first wave that had landed on his flat belly and muscled thigh.