A simple trip to the market sends Venya on a nightmare of kidnapping and threat of sacrifice. She stores up her energy and breaks free, stumbling through the forest to hide and hopefully return to the spaceport. Morrer is the emissary of Lassing, god of Morvigeth, he is searching for the lost psychic to save her, and when he finds her, his focus shifts to luring her into his arms and his bed. With years of butchered psychics on Morvigeth, Venya is skeptical of his intentions, but she accepts the touch of the star and it leads to a satisfying revenge.
Venya used her senses to look at Morrer and he glowed three times as bright as he had before.
When he turned and met her gaze, her knees buckled. In three long strides, he stood in front of her and held her in his arms. The blaze was riding him hard and when he leaned down to kiss her, it coursed into her with the power of a lightning strike.
His flavour was bright, clean and tasted like the fruit she had eaten. She moaned and reached up to hold tightly to him as she climbed him to press her hips against his through the dress and his trousers.
Power flowed between them until her skin was alive with it, his hands gripped her hips and pulled her against him as he pressed her to the side of a building. The bulge of his cock rubbed her clit once, twice and then she exploded in release, her mind scattering to the winds and waves of energy pouring through her.
Gasping, Venya pulled her lips from Morrer's and she felt her power surge again as he rocked her against the wall again. Her own reflection was in his metallic gold eyes and her normal dark rainbow gaze was a brilliant green.
There was a mind sharing her body where there had not been before. It was a faint presence but palpable for her nonetheless.
Venya literally knew her own mind and she was no longer alone. "Who is inside me?"
"Searaline, beloved of Lassing."
"Emissaries. Please, come with me. I have somewhere you can stay while you work on your…adaptation." Lorlie was taking their changed eyes in stride, the writhing men on the ground were looking at the couple in shock and one rapidly shifted to his knees as he bowed and begged forgiveness.
"I am not an emissary." Venya let her legs unlock and slowly slid down his body to the ground.
Morrer touched her cheek in a caress so gentle she almost cried at the affection implicit in the touch. "You are now."
