Ariel blew out a ragged breath. Relief curled in her belly. Her people were now safely on Zaron—well almost all of her people. She’d find Coridan and get back to the transport as soon as possible, then her duties to her people would be complete. Ariel paused, imagining what her new life would be like on the planet she’d never seen. Would Zaron be as beautiful as Earth? Would it possess the wonder this lush blue planet held for her? There was only one way to find out.

She closed her eyes for a moment as emotion overwhelmed her. The vision she’d had the night before of a warrior streamed through her consciousness like the currents of the wind, rustling the branches of a tree. His face was clear in her mind. A face she was quite familiar with. Her stomach clenched. Surely, she was mistaken. Ariel had always believed that her fate lay with her people, but now she was not so certain.

Ariel knew better than most, her visions could not be ignored. Psychic from birth, she trusted them with her life.

A white-throated toucan squawked and fluttered its wings in distress. Ariel looked in the direction of the cry, but saw nothing out of the norm. She brushed away the feeling of uneasiness and finished her task.

Ariel shifted one of the marked stones. The device shut down. She stared at the transport longingly for a few more moments, before reluctantly turning back to the village. With the goddess’s blessing, Coridan would be waiting by the time she returned. Ariel picked her way down the narrow trail, brushing past aromatic ginger flowers and purple orchids, soaking in their comforting fragrance, all the while cataloging the odor in her memory as things she would miss about this planet.

After a few moments, she reached the abandoned clearing. A light breeze caught at her blonde tresses, brushing the locks gently from her face and across her bare breasts.

It was quiet—too quiet.

The birds’ songs no longer filled her ears with music. Her temples began to throb. Not being able to hear the chatter of her people caused excruciating mental pain. In that moment Ariel realized the severity of Coridan’s punishment. Being left alone on this planet, no longer able to use her telepathic abilities to communicate, would drive her and any other Atlantean insane. Abandonment was tantamount to death.

Had Eros known?

No, she shook her head. He was a just King. He would not have knowingly sentenced Coridan to death. Knowingly or unknowingly no longer mattered for the end result was the same. The thought had Ariel’s lungs seizing, crushing inward with a pain rivaling only the icy fear of the unknown that she felt.

Her skin prickled as a rustling noise came from inside her dwelling. At first it had sounded like a breeze, moving the flap, yet the air was not powerful enough to move the heavy hide. Tension filled her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. A cry from a primate shattered the silence. Ah, so that’s what it was. Ariel relaxed.

Monkeys may have already taken up residence in her hut. Goodness knows she’d had a difficult time keeping the curious creatures out when she had lived there. The noise grew louder and something crashed to the ground. What had they gotten into? Ariel inched nearer. Perhaps Coridan had sensed the shift in energy that had taken place with the Atlantean exodus, and had returned.

She decided not to call out to him. It was best he be told about their success face-to-face, mind-to-mind. Her heart swelled with anticipation—and uncertainty. It was time to meet her destiny. Ariel stepped forward and threw back the hide flap, a tentative smile on her face.

“How nice of you to join us, my dear,” the red-haired man’s voice purred menacingly.

Ariel felt the blood drain from her cheeks, the normal warmth replaced with a cold chill of fear. She raised her hands to defend herself. Before she could fire off a single energy burst, two men stepped from the shadows, their strong grips shackling her as effectively as vines. Ariel struggled to no avail. The men easily kept her subdued.

Her full breasts bobbed as she put all her strength into escape. The brown hands holding her arms tightened, threatening without words to snap bones if necessary. Sweat beaded her brow, and dripped lazily down her chest. Her gaze narrowed on the devil sitting behind her small table.

As if in a trance, his gaze followed the movement of the perspiration droplets as they caressed her pink nipples and rolled down her abdomen. Ariel ceased her struggles. She didn’t want his eyes roaming any lower.

The professor’s ruddy face split into a cold snake-like smile. She could see no teeth, but knew without a doubt he could and would bite if provoked. “You’re not exactly who I was hoping for, but you’ll do,” he said, his voice coiling around her.

“You must be Professor Donald Rumsinger.” It wasn’t a question. She knew from Queen Rachel’s thoughts that this man could be no other. Ariel watched the man stand and come around the table. He looked at her as if she were a mere insect under glass. “What can I do for you?” she asked, willing her voice to remain calm.

He reached out with fat groping fingers and ran the rough pad of this thumb over her nipple. Her sensitive skin puckered and beaded under the abrasion. “There are many things you can do for me.” He licked his cracked lips. “But most will have to wait until I get more equipment.” He flicked her nipple as if he were tossing a coin in the air and then returned to his seat. The wood creaked under his weight as he sat.

“I am a lowly tribal member. I’m of no use to you. My people may not even miss me.” Ariel tried to act humble, but it was difficult given the circumstances. It wouldn’t do for the red devil to realize who she really was to her tribe.

“You’d better hope they do miss you.” The threat in his voice was apparent. “I’m counting on them to come looking for you.” His bushy eyebrows arched, challenge sparking in his expression along with anticipation. A native entered the hut and walked straight to the professor. He leaned down and whispered something in the red-devil’s ear, then turned and left without glancing her way.

Rumsinger stood abruptly. “Speaking of your people, where are they?”

Ariel shrugged.

His gaze narrowed, pinning her in place. Hatred mixed with disgust in his brown depths. “Don’t lie to me. I’m tired and patience is long gone from tramping around in this godforsaken place.” He all but growled. “If you don’t tell me who you really are and where your people are hiding, I’ll let my men take turns plumbing that tight ripe channel of yours.” He leaned across the table, nearing her face. “Do you understand me?”

Ariel swallowed her immediate response. He dare threaten her? Did he not know she was the Seer, a holy woman and guide to the beyond? Of course he didn’t, she’d just told him she was an unimportant tribal member. Not that she thought it would make any difference to him. Sanity had long ago deserted this man.

She glanced over to the hidden panel on the wall. If she had access to her potions, Ariel would have him believing he was a frog within minutes. She paused. Maybe a frog was too good for this wart of a man. Perhaps a slug…Ariel smiled to herself. Until she could get her hands on the mixtures, she’d have to go with another deception, since he didn’t seem to be buying her lowly position story.

“I am the Seer of my tribe. If you or any of your men violate me, then I’ll be unable to aid you. My power is great, but will not work if tainted by a male’s touch.” Her statement was the truth, for the most part. Now that her people were no longer on the planet, she wasn’t exactly needed in the same capacity. Fortunately, there was no way for Rumsinger to divine the truth. Ariel watched as her words sank into the slug’s twisted mind. His thoughts were instantaneous.

What if she’s telling the truth?

She smiled, this time showing him. “Rest assured, little man, I am telling the truth.”

The professor’s face grew as red as an overripe berry, before he finally released an anger-filled breath. “Take this blonde whore to the hut located on the furthest branch. Bind her, and then post yourselves outside the door. You are on guard duty until further notice. If she tries to escape you have my permission to sample any part of her flesh you like, but save her ass for me.” His brown eyes narrowed and he grinned in anticipation. “You’ll learn not to lie to me, bitch.”

Ariel’s blood seemed to thicken in her veins. The man’s mind raged with torturous thoughts. For a few seconds, she saw herself bound by vines and suspended up in the air, her long legs pulled apart to the point of pain, exposing her sex. He’d like nothing more than to plant his deranged seed inside her, not because he found her attractive, but because doing so would be an experiment he could document. This man truly enjoyed hurting people.

Too bad the mere act of fucking her wouldn’t do it. Only a true-mate could impregnate her, and then only after they’d built up enough power to perform an energy bind.

 The professor held no care for others—only himself. Like a parasite growing too big for its host’s body, he devoured souls instead of blood, never realizing that with the host’s death, he’d die, too. His sole focus, the purpose for which he lived was to locate the famous lost tribe. And he had…sort of. They were simply no longer here. Ariel read his depraved thoughts easily. He’d planned on plundering the tribe’s wealth, and bringing back a male specimen for experimentation and breeding purposes.

The male would have made the professor famous amongst his peers or so he believed. He’d worked the whole thing out. Rumsinger would start by parading the poor caged specimen around, showing him off to all the famous scientific minds of the world, until the male was no longer of use to him. Then he’d run a barrage of tests on the male to determine his origins. Death would follow and it would not be swift.

Panic slammed into her chest, she desperately tried to drag air into her lungs. A slow chill came over her body and Ariel shivered, unable to draw warmth from the humid air. She could not let this human demon near the transport or Coridan…if he was still alive. She would die before she allowed her people to fall victim to his deranged mind. Escape was her only option.

The men jerked Ariel’s arms behind her back and quickly bound her. The vines bit into her tender flesh and she winced. They led her out of the hut, over to the lift, and then placed her into the basket. She didn’t miss the hungry looks the two natives gave her as the basket lifted into the air with a groaning creak. Ariel smiled to herself. She might be able to use their lust to her advantage. She considered no woman her sexual equal. In fact, she’d yet to meet a man who she thought could stand up to the demands her body would place on him.

Well perhaps there was one man…

Coridan wandered through the jungle aimlessly. His scratched body bled, but he refused to heal himself. What was the point? He’d be dead within days. The endless silence was like the slice of a razor across his mind, cutting out pieces of his sanity. Soon, there would be none left.

They were gone—all gone.

He’d sensed the energy shift a couple of hours ago, signaling his people’s departure, leaving nothing but gaping emptiness behind. In that moment, blind panic the likes of which he’d never experienced, lanced through him. A scream had torn from his throat, a primal wounded cry emanating from the depths of his bowels. Coridan had clawed at his flesh like a frenzied beast, allowing insanity to embrace him for a moment, before reining himself back from the edge of the abyss to clear thought once again.

He was alone.

Damn his selfish behavior. What had started out as admiration turned into jealousy, until he was no longer able to distinguish between right and wrong. Now he paid the price. Exile. He pushed a fern out of the way, wending his way deeper into the jungle. He’d continue to trample through the vegetation, not caring whether he destroyed the plant life, until madness overtook him. It would not be long now.

Coridan prayed to the goddess that his death would be swift and not a drawn out affair. He didn’t bother asking for her mercy, for he did not deserve it. He’d acted out of frustration. The frustration that came when a man realized there was no chance of finding his true-mate.

Now Jac was gone.

Gone with her true-mate, Ares.

Coridan hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself at the time, but the truth was now as clear as the azure color of Jac’s fiery eyes. The moment she’d taken to the river, risking life and limb to save Ares, he’d known that beyond a doubt she’d never been his true-mate. He’d been wrong about her. Coridan snorted. He’d been wrong about many things. There was no point dwelling on his past mistakes. He’d find no redemption here in the middle of the jungle, without his people. He deserved his fate and more.

He pushed on, ignoring the pain surging through his muscles. He’d been walking ever since he’d voluntarily left the Atlanteans, refusing to allow his body to seek nourishment or rest. He had no idea how many days had passed. It mattered not. Soon his limbs would collapse and he’d have no choice but to allow exhaustion to claim him. Until then he’d journey on, getting far away from the reminders of his shame, as far as his legs would carry him. Maybe then, he’d find a small modicum of peace before death’s embrace.

The men shoved Ariel into Eros’s old hut and followed closely behind. They stroked her ample breasts and plucked at her nipples until they engorged; bolstered by the fact they were concealed from the professor’s prying eyes. She sensed their pent-up frustrations. It wasn’t difficult to amplify them in the men’s simple minds.

Ariel made herself stand still and even lean into their clumsy caresses. Her tongue darted out in mock appreciation, leading the two men to believe she wanted their attention. She could easily convince them to please her and once she was free, she’d blast the male appendages right off these two.

The thought almost made her giggle. A bit of Jac must have rubbed off onto her. The men began to argue in their native language. From what she could see of their thoughts, they were trying to decide just how far they could take their fondling, before the professor’s wrath came down upon their heads.

Ariel became even more docile, shifting her legs slightly so that the musky aroma of her sex reached their nostrils. She shimmied until her skirt dropped to the floor. The men’s lustful gazes locked onto her shaven mound, an Atlantean tradition that affected human males and warriors alike.

Soon, she’d have these men eating from her hands. Until then, she needed to give them a false sense of security, convince them she was harmless. All the while making them believe beyond a doubt she’d bed them both. And she would, if necessary.

Ariel had never invited anyone to lie amongst her bed furs due to her vows to her people, but she had to admit she found the thought of having sex with a man intriguing.

Just not with these men.

She rolled her hips and one of the men groaned. Her actions seemed to be working. Their voices rose even higher as the argument grew heated. They turned their attention from her, but hadn’t released her.

Apparently, the slug had his men quite intimidated. The professor had somehow convinced the men he would share the riches he planned to acquire, once he accomplished his objectives. Ariel snorted. They were greedy fools. The professor would sooner kill every one of his men than share his find, and probably intended to do so. He was extremely dangerous. No doubt his men knew that. Then again, so was she. Humans, particularly men, assumed just because she was a woman they held the advantage over her. They could brutalize and bully her any way they saw fit. She chuckled.

They would be surprised, just like the people of Greece had been when they made the mistake of trying to invade Atlantis. Humans had no idea she could melt their hearts inside of their chests with little effort. Even Atlantean warriors, with their superior strength, knew the female of a species was often the most deadly, when cornered. Right now, the red-devil wasn’t aware of exactly how dangerous she could be, but soon he’d learn…like all the others who had tried to hurt her people.

Ariel grew tired of the men’s arguing. She’d finish her seduction some other time. She whispered thoughts in their minds, sending terrifying pictures of exactly what the professor would do to them if they didn’t stop immediately. The men released her and rushed out of the hut, leaving her alone.

She expelled the breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and walked to the bed of furs. Four stakes surrounded the sleep area, creating a crude frame. Taking care not to harm her bound hands, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate. Her mind reached out, searching.

Coridan, where are you?Silence answered back.

Ariel refused to accept the silence. She scattered her consciousness far and wide seeking any sign, any flicker, any tenuous string of hope that Coridan still lived. Something flared inside her for a second then evaporated into mist before she could ascertain what it was. She groaned in frustration, deciding to conserve her energy for the time being. She’d try again in the evening.

Coridan was so wrapped up in his misery that he almost missed the mental brush across his mind. It was as gentle as a lash as it flutters against a cheek, yet it was there. Or was it? Had he simply wanted a connection so badly that he’d wished it so? He wouldn’t allow the luxury of hope to fill him. He couldn’t. The reality was far too devastating. He was alone, ‘twas time he accepted his fate.



Several light years away, under a pale green sky, in the royal palace on the planet Zaron…

“We won’t let you leave her there.” Jac’s and Rachel’s voices rose in chorus.

Why is it you both insist on speaking aloud when the Atlantean way of communication is more civilized?

“Because we aren’t Atlantean and we want to make sure you’re both listening.”

“How could we not?” Eros groaned in frustration.

“It doesn’t matter how we express ourselves. You both have to do something.” They stared at the stubborn men, otherwise known as their husbands, standing before them.

’Tis not safe to send anyone until the Seer arrives. It hasn’t been that long.Eros crossed his massive arms over his chest, his impatience showing in the set of his handsome jaw.

“She’s been gone a month according to Zaron time. What if she doesn’t ever return?” Rachel’s voice quivered.

“Yeah, then what happens?” Jac added with barely concealed anger. “I can’t believe that stupid transport only works in one direction.” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Advanced civilization, my ass.”

Ares shifted, his gaze zeroing in on his mate.  My fierceness, we will retrieve your friend.

“When?” Her hands fisted at her hips. “What are you waiting for, the moons over Zaron to align?”

Ares shot Eros a quick glance, then cleared his throat. The King shrugged.

“I don’t friggin’ believe this…you were waiting for the moons to align.” Jac’s voice rose unchecked.

I’ll summon my half-brother Orion, my fierceness, and let him know he’ll be leaving on his mission ahead of schedule, instead of waiting another lunar cycle.

Don’t bother. I heard you. A strong masculine voice called out from the other side of the terrace. In fact, I’m sure the entire palace has heard you. He gazed at Rachel and Jac unflinchingly, as if waiting for them to contradict him.

Orion strode across the iridescent opaque plates that made up the floor, flanked by two fierce looking Phantom Warriors named Bacchus and Kegar.  The warriors were dressed in red combat fatigues, as if they’d been pulled straight off patrol to escort him. Their expressions were hard, wary.

Their red eyes flashed in the moonlight, giving them the appearance of hungry wolves.  Ebony hair, the color of night, hung past their broad shoulders, covering much of the tattoos that zigzagged across their necks. The sight was unusual and a bit awe-inspiring, considering the Atlantean people rarely saw Phantom Warriors in the flesh. The warriors kept to themselves, preferring their own kind to the company of outsiders. Originally, from Kantar—a distant planet— they’d settled on Zaron thousands of years ago.

As Orion stepped forward, the men stepped back, fading into the palace wall like ghosts or the perfect chameleon, making them invisible to the naked eye. One of the many strange abilities their kind exhibited.

I’ll be fueled and ready to go on the morrow. The group stared at the wall a moment longer. Orion glanced over his shoulder, his gaze tracking the warriors’ movements for a second, before turning once more to face Jac and Queen Rachel. He dropped to his knees and gave each woman, now ripe with babes in their bellies, a traditional Atlantean greeting before standing once more.

Jac and Rachel glanced at each other with raised eyebrows. It took everything ounce of willpower they had to prevent a burst of giggles from erupting.

With Orion standing this close, it was difficult to tear their gaze away from him. His unusual ebony and blonde striped hair hung unrestrained to the middle of his back. His uniform, black with jade colored accents, appeared as if it had been painted on like a second skin, lovingly gripping every ripple of muscle beneath. With a face that could only rival perfection, he’d built quite a reputation for sexual prowess amongst the women on Zaron.

In addition to the already devastating picture he presented was an artfully applied tribal tattoo, covering his cheek. The permanent paint gave him an air of the forbidden, like Eve’s apple, but far more tempting. One eye was aqua like the majority of Atlantean people, while the other flashed jade, signaling his family bloodline. As arrogant as Ares, yet with the spiritual continence of a Seer, he was as irresistible as the finest chocolate.

Jac and Rachel had both heard the tales of his exploits. Some of the stories included vague details about what he was able to do with his silver-ringed cock. Rumor had it the silver could make a woman’s body sing.

Curiosity alone made it difficult to keep their gazes on his face. Yet neither one had worked up the nerve to ask him about his gift, especially not under their husbands’ watchful eyes.

Remember us? We’re your true-mates.Ares and Eros burst into laughter. After a moment’s embarrassment, Rachel and Jac joined in.

“You know I’d never forget you.” Jac leapt into Ares’s arms and kissed him.

You had better not.

“Thank you, honey.” Jac gave Ares a devastating smile. “You won’t regret your decision of moving up the timetable.”

He arched a brow and looked down upon her face. I might not, but will Orion?Ares set Jac upon her feet, then turned to face his half-sibling. You are to seek out the Queen’s and Jac’s friend in the state known as New York. You’ll find her at something called a Sci-fi Convention. She apparently attends many of these events. We’ll send word if the Seer arrives with Coridan. Make haste and may the goddess be with you on your journey.

Thank you, my brother. Orion turned to leave, but stopped short. Cassandra has requested permission to join me on my task.

Why would she do so, when we’ve only just returned to our home?Confusion marred Ares’s voice.

Orion coughed, then glanced down before once again meeting his brother’s gaze. I believe she said something about finding her true-mate.

What about the warriors on Zaron?the King asked in disbelief.

Orion shifted uncomfortably. Apparently, she has found none to her liking.

Eros snorted.Surely she hasn’t met them all.

Color rose in Orion’s cheeks. I believe she’s been quite busy since your return, my King.

She’ll find no warriors back on that primitive planet. What is she thinking?

I know not, my King.

Jac and Rachel cracked up. The Atlantean women were as outrageous as their men. The friends found it refreshing that Atlantean women were comfortable in their sexuality. And to say Cassandra was comfortable was the understatement of the century. She’d gone through the men on Zaron faster than Rachel could get through a bag of M&M’s and considering she was pregnant, that was saying a lot.

Jac turned to her and arched a brow. “Who’s this Cassandra chick?”

“You didn’t get a chance to meet her.” Rachel mouthed ‘oh my God’. “After my mating ceremony, she and Ariel were on the ground, going at it like bunnies.” She added in a whisper, “It was enough to make a sailor blush.”

Orion cleared his throat. Do I have permission to take her along?

Ares looked to Eros once more. The King drew in a deep breath. Permission granted.

Orion turned to Ares.  If that is all, my brother.

He nodded.Our women are finished torturing you. Ares winked at his younger brother.

Orion stepped forward, acknowledging Ares’s and Eros’s rank and position with a slight bow, then pivoted and left, taking the two now visible Phantom Warriors with him.

Eros drew his very pregnant Queen into a loving embrace. Their child was due in a month. All of Zaron was aflutter. He rested his hand protectively on her protruding abdomen.  All was almost as it should be, now he just had to ensure the safe return of their remaining people.

The next morning, Orion’s ship launched on time. The thrust from the engines hurled him and Cassandra out of Zaron’s atmosphere in a burst of howling orange flame. They stared out the observation windows as the green planet quickly disappeared into a sea of black. The engine droned on, peppered by short gusts of air from the life support system. Earth’s coordinates had been programmed into the ship earlier, the flight pattern predetermined.

Orion glanced at the gauges one last time to check electromagnetic levels. Everything checked out as expected…everything but the weight of the aircraft itself. His gaze narrowed as he tapped the screen. The gauges held at two hundred and fifty cords over proper launch weight. His brows furrowed.

He turned to Cassandra who was staring excitedly out into deep space.  Did you bring anything I should know about onboard?

Cassandra tore her gaze away from the view panel to look at him. I brought only the bare essentials. You have seen my belongings. Why?

Orion shook his head, tapping the gauge one last time. According to the gauge, we’re overweight by two hundred and fifty cords.

I didn’t lie about my weight. Cassandra glared at him, daring him to challenge her statement.

Orion was an expert when it came to Atlantean women. He knew better than to touch that statement. Besides even if she had fabricated her weight, it still wouldn’t account for the discrepancy the gauges were showing. Luckily, the ship would make it either way.

He glanced over his shoulder, mentally going through their supply checklist. Everything was as it should be. He turned back to the systems panel in front of him and rolled his suddenly tense shoulders. He’d been a warrior for too many years to simply ignore his instincts. Whatever caused the override was in for the long haul, because he wasn’t about to turn the ship around now.

In his peripheral, Orion caught a gray shadowy movement near the bulkhead. Did you see that? His head whipped around to get a better look at the same time warning bells went off in the control panel. Quarg! Was it time to switch tanks already?

See what? Cassandra looked around the room.

Orion turned back to the panel, flipping switches and reading gauges quickly, before glancing over his shoulder at the storage crates. I thought I saw something move by the bulkhead.

I don’t see anything. She shrugged and looked out the window once more.

Whatever he’d seen had vanished…like a ghost.



Ariel’s body writhed as the vision came upon her. He was there on the bed with her, his blond head buried between her thighs, lapping at her engorged clit. His long serpent-like tongue probed her, drawing out her juices, milking her essence. Her back bowed, muscles tensing as he sent an energy burst into her core, setting off shock waves inside of her channel.

She moaned, coming hard from his enthusiastic ministrations.

Coridan looked up and smiled, flashing white teeth, his aqua eyes sparkling with intensity. Ariel’s bound fingers grasped the soft fur and her eyes flew open as shock ricocheted through her. The warrior in her vision wasCoridan. She could no longer deny the truth.

Quivering, her body lay covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her nipples stabbing skyward. The lips of her sex were plump, swollen, and flushed a deep red. The fire inside her burned on, only slightly dampened by her release and the knowledge of who had given her such a gift.

Coridan, where are you?

Before she could make sense of her vision, the flap to the hut was thrown back and her two guards stepped inside. Their gazes darted from side to side ensuring that she was still alone before dropping the flap to once again cover the entry door. Her legs were still spread wide in welcome, as if the Atlantean warrior had actually been there. But she knew he hadn’t.

This was the second such vision she’d had of the exiled man, but until seconds ago, she had not realized his true identity. Oh she’d suspected. Perhaps even denied it. But now…she began to wonder if there wasn’t more to her visions than met the eye. Could he be? Surely not. Her people needed her.She wasn’t meant to be with a warrior or any man for that matter. Was she? And what of her magic? What would become of her powers if she joined with another? Experienced the energy bind? Would she still have visions?

For the first time in her existence, Ariel was unsure of the answers. One thing was for certain, she couldn’t take the chance no matter how much her body ached. Her people needed protection from the professor whether they realized it or not.

Ariel’s attention returned to the two men eyeing her hungrily. Her body needed release again. She knew neither of these men would actually penetrate her. They’d face death at the hands of the professor if they did. So perhaps they could be of use.

One man stepped forward until he stood at the foot of the fur bed. He glanced over his shoulder, giving the other man a quick nod. The second native followed suit. With speed that astonished her, they moved, untying her hands and then re-tying them to the stakes that formed the bedframe.

After they’d finished, one man grabbed one of her legs, while the other slipped a vine over her ankle, securing the other half to the stake at the foot of the bed. Soon she was spread-eagle and at their mercy.

She laughed to herself. Actually, they were at her mercy. Ariel sent a mental command to the first man. Drop to your knees.He did so, instantly, surprise lighting up his face. He was now level with her aching sex and so enthralled he hadn’t noticed she’d sent the command telepathically.

“What is your name?” She purred out the question.

“I am Santo.”

“Well, Santo…” She bucked her hips suggestively, urging him on. With each gentle rock, the fur beneath her bottom licked across her cleft, causing her skin to rise in gooseflesh. “I want you to feast upon me.” That suggestion didn’t require any compulsion. The man bent at the waist and buried his face in her sex, his small tongue greedily seeking her clit.

Ariel moaned as sensation shot through her. His technique wasn’t near on a par with her vision of Coridan, but it would do, since she had no intention of acting upon her visions with the real warrior.

Next she focused on the man standing closer to her hands. “What is your name?”

The native swallowed hard, his bulging arousal pressed against the zipper of his pants, straining for release. “M…my name is Raoul.”

Raoul, I want you to play with my breasts and suck my nipples—now.He took a couple of steps, then dropped to his knees and latched onto her nipple. His free hand sought her other breast and began to knead. Ariel groaned, as her body once again raced toward completion. Her clit felt as engorged as her nipples.

Harder,she demanded from the man between her legs. He grasped her thighs, spread them even farther, then pressed deep, tonguing her. She was close, so close.

Raoul bit down gently on her tight bud of a nipple. The pleasure/pain sent Ariel’s body into spasms. She cried out as her orgasm burst forth. Her fingers dug into the fur and she tilted her pelvis, willing Santo to keep going, her sexual need voracious.

Goddess help her, the vision of Coridan had left her with a raging case of Atlantean heat. Impossible!

All women from Atlantis experienced Atlantean heat at one time and one time only in their life—when they discovered their true-mate. That is, all women but Seers. The physical reaction triggered by a true-mate’s pheromones was one hundred times more powerful than the natural aphrodisiac found in the bama bama plant. Of course, the true-mate was normally in close proximity, not gone and quite possibly dead.

No! This cannot be. Her body flamed.

Until this moment, Ariel had believed Seers immune to Atlantean heat, but there could be no other explanation. She burned from within like an eternal flame, flickering in wait for the spark that would once again cause an explosion. Why him? Why now?

Moreover, if she could experience the Atlantean heat, then could she also experience the sacred energy bind that bonded the women of Atlantis to their true-mates?  The thought terrified her.

Was Coridan powerful enough to have done this? She didn’t think so, but…if he were, would he sense her pheromones from her multiple orgasms, and come for her? Ariel didn’t know. She didn’t even know if he was alive or if she just wished it so.

Ariel decided to come once more just in case.

Santo’s chin dripped with her sweet juices. His lashes lowered to half-mast as if the mere act of pleasuring her intoxicated him. Continue, little man. He growled in appreciation. His tongue swirled and he nibbled on her clit with his white teeth. His mouth made little sucking noises as he gingerly explored her nether lips. Ariel could feel renewed pressure building. Raoul glanced down at the native between her thighs.

“My turn,” he said.

So you want a taste, too.She licked her lower lip. His eyes filled with such longing that she almost felt sorry for the man—almost. Do you think you can do better?He nodded, her nipple slipped from his mouth. Fine. You down there enjoying my tight channel, our friend here would like a turn.

Santo glanced up, anger darkening his mocha features. He reluctantly rose, allowing Raoul to take his place. Raoul’s technique wasn’t quite as good as Santo’s, but he had a lot of enthusiasm.

Santo, you may lick and bite my nipples until I tell you to stop.

Santo dropped down beside her, then gave his partner one last scathing glance, before grabbing her breasts with both hands. If they were jealous of each other, it would make them easier to control.Ariel smiled. Santo’s moist lips toyed with her nipples as he rasped his tongue over her beaded flesh.

For a human male, his sensual skills weren’t bad, although he was a little on the small side for her tastes. He had cropped dark hair, haunting black eyes, and mocha colored skin. If the size of his diminutive body were any indication of the size of his shaft, he’d be unable to satisfy her no matter how many hours he put into the task.

Only a true warrior could sate her body.

The thought sent shivers through Ariel. Once again, she pulled herself up short. There would be no warrior’s cock thrusting into her. ‘Twas the oath she’d vowed the day she became the Seer.

The musky odor of sex filtered through the air as the men feasted upon her. Ariel’s pheromones surrounded them, enticing them, sending their need raging through their bodies. She was the match to their tinder, a banquet to their raging hunger. Any sign of control had been lost the moment they touched her. The scent was too much for Santo and Raoul to take, they became ravenous. Ariel shuddered in release one last time as the flap to the hut was pushed aside. She blinked, half expecting to see Coridan standing in the doorway.

The two guards lapping at her flesh glanced up disoriented. Their eyes rounded to the size of camu camu fruit as they recognized who’d interrupted their carnal feast. They quickly wiped their mouths with the back of their sleeves, as if by removing the moisture they’d somehow erase all evidence of what had occurred.

It was a pity that the professor chose this inopportune time to arrive, considering Ariel was just getting started and beginning to enjoy their efforts.

The professor stood in the doorway, hatred gleaming in his bug-like eyes. “What are you two doing? I told you to stand guard outside.”

Santo and Raoul backed away, fear replacing surprise on their faces. “We…I mean…she…uh…”

“Don’t say another word. I want you both back at your posts immediately.” He moved deeper into the room and the men scrambled past him. “As for you, I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I will find out.” The professor turned to leave, but stopped short. “I thought you said your powers would diminish if you had sex.”

Ariel kept her gaze locked on his repulsive face. “What I said was I’d lose my powers if I joined with anyone.”

The professor reached down and twisted her nipple to the point of pain. Ariel bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to cry out. The sound would give the slug too much satisfaction.

“I suggest you make sure that you keep that body of yours unoccupied, unless you want me to allow the men to truly show you a good time.” He leered a second longer before releasing her. His hand trailed down her belly and over her shaven mons. He dipped one finger into the moisture of her weeping channel, stroking her clit in the process. Ariel’s muscles tensed. He brought the digit up to his nose and inhaled deeply. His face twisted in disgust. “But then again, from what I just witnessed you’d probably enjoy that.” Before she could register what he was about to do, Rumsinger took his moist finger and plunged it into her anus.

Ariel shrieked in surprise as her body was rocked by an unexpected orgasm.

Rumsinger slowly pulled his finger out of her ass and wiped her juices on his pants, then leaned next to her ear. “I guess I’ll have to think of something you wouldn’t like.”

Ariel panted, gasping for breath. Anger surged through her muddled mind. “Don’t strain yourself.” Her voice came out on a hiss as she jerked her head away.

She was going to derive great pleasure in destroying this man.


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