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Colliding Worlds (BurningWillows & Greeneyed23)

Elaya shook her head. "It is a good idea. I want to see tou dance. I want to dance with you."

She cupped her lover's facr and head softly. "Please... dance with me Seea? I've missed you so much. And you look so beautiful."

She gave that same whine, but did not try to draw Sera onto the floor. She would let Sera decide. And she would be happy with it.

She blinked finally and winced. "Oh Sera... i forgot about your dislike for touching. I'm sorry..." Her face drained of all color.

"I'm such a fool...I failed you." Tears began to fall without any warning and she buried her face in Sera's neck, just crying silently.

This was the flip side of her being in heat. Her emotions were on a offbalance scale. They would go from extreme to extreme in moments.

Amitiel noticed them and started forward just in time to see this and gulped as he now stood behind them. He bowed to Sera. "Lady of Flame. Your Grace."

Elaya just continued to cry.

Amitiel spoke softly. "May i buy you something to drink?" Elaya did not answer feeling as if she had failed Sera utterly and feeling as if her world had ended by doing so. She held Sera close.

Amitiel spoke again. "They have moonwater."

Elaya's head snapped up and her tears sizzled as her color and heat returned. "Sera you have to try moonwater." She moved past Amitiel to the bar, drawing Sera along, fully unaware of the eyes both women drew and creating an aura that made one and all move out of their way.

She helped Sera onto the bar then sat beside her while Amitiel sat on the redhead's other side. Elaya was grinning now. "One extrasized moonwater please. With some fire salts." The bartender obeyed and soon a massive mug of glowing red water was put before them.

Elaya leaned forward, sniffed, and smiled happily. "Perfect. Thank you." She raised the mug and looked to Sera her eyes flashing purple lightning and her upper teeth biting on her lower lip.

"To the most beautiful and wonderful lover, friend, and companion a woman could ask for. To my heart. Seraphina."

She took a long pull, and everyone covered their ears, and Amitiel actually put a pait of earmuffs on Sera. For goof reason.

Well Elaya set the mug down, now only holding a single swallow she threw back her head and howled. Despite her human form it was pure wolf and the volume overcame the music and the crowd. And it was met by howls, roars, snarls, and other cries on response.

Then the party resumed and Elaya grabbed Sera's hands kissing them, then holding them to her chest. "Sera please try it. It's like drinking the Moon Mother's own love, hunting, fighting, and kissing you all at once!
 
Sera was...well overwhelmed to say the least. She had never dealt with Elaya in this state. Nor did it help that people were staring, making the Phoenix anxious as it was, but Elaya was now...crying? Her normally hearty and strong wolf was crying, and Seraphina was at a loss. This was not her domain. Elaya had always been the one to guide her through these things. Sera was good at fighting, not socializing. And when she saw Amitiel's familiar face it helped little, worried that Elaya's mood might quick snap again.

"You failed no one," she tried to soothe, holding Elaya and wishing she had never made this call, "Elaya it's fine, honestly. Thank you Amitiel, but I won't be drinking tonight."

Her eyes gazed down to Elaya then back up to Amitiel as if that was explanation enough. She couldn't drink and watch her lover. And she was quite worried about Elaya now. Sera had never dealt with anything like this in her life.

The mention of something called moonwater flipped Elaya's switch and suddenly Sera was being dragged further into the busy club, pulled to a stool which she took thankfully, bristling anytime someone walked too closely past. She jumped when Amitiel put earmuffs on her, looking at him then at Elaya, then down to the drink. What was in that water?

"I'm alright Elaya but thank you," she tried, smiling as Elaya kissed her hands but still adverse to any drinking for the night, "I shouldn't be drinking anything tonight."

"It's only a little moonwater sweetie," the bartender nudged her on, refilling the glass as Elaya had drank next to all of it.

"Honestly I'm alright," Sera snapped back, getting more stressed, and not wanting to take it out on Elaya.

"Heard that gorgeous howl of yours m'lady," a man appeared, impressive in looks with his chocolate brown hair and golden eyes, pushing himself between the girls as he put his back to Sera and focused on Elaya.

"Not happening," the Phoenix growl and shoved him back away from the bar. His own growl was louder and more feral, his eyes glaring at her.

"Perhaps your friend would like to dance now that's she drank some of that divine moonwater," he purred, showing off his sharp canines, the sent of wolf strong on him. A few other were's had joined, all of them pulled in by whatever scent Elaya was giving off.

"Perhaps my fiance would not!" Sera snapped, feeling more and more like this had been a terrible idea. The heat emanating off of her was growing stronger, a sign she was feeling threatened and cornered.

"I'm sure what your fiance needs is a real wolf right now, not some redhead," he snarled, able to smell she was no were, and Elaya's hormones seemed to be driving them. One of them stepped forward to touch Elaya and then...

Everything seemed to slow down all at once and yet it went so quickly Sera barely knew what she was doing. The man's hand reached out and suddenly he screamed as his skin melted back to muscle, and that charred and burnt away to bone. The searing burns travelled up his arm and covered his body quickly, and within seconds he turned to dust, his screams still cutting through the music. Everyone had stopped dancing and panic set in at the sight of death, people rushing to escape. The three other were's looked horrified and enraged at their friends death but Seraphina wasn't even thinking, like a frightened animal putting up it's last defense. A ring of flame jumped up around her, Elaya, and Amitiel and anyone near her began to burn. Luckily with the chaos, it was only the were's, but their screams added to the panic as they died and an alarm sounded, the room so full of smoke now that the sprinklers came on.

This all happened within a couple minutes, but it felt like seconds to Seraphina, blinking only twice and it was all done. As the realization hit her her hands flew to her mouth in silent horror, realizing she had just killed three innocent men. Jerks, but not monsters.

"Shit! No! I'm sorry!" she gasped, looking at Amitiel, prepared to see the judgement in his eyes. "I...I didn't mean to! It just happened."

Guards were most likely on their way, as the crowd escaped into the street and the club quickly emptied. They would not doubt arrest Sera, and she knew it. Knew that her hot anger and frustrated state had got her there. Why did they have to go after Elaya? Why tonight? She had the choice to wait, but they wouldn't understand, wouldn't give the Phoenix a moment to explain herself. And she wasn't about to part from Elaya, not again. Not ever.

"Hide this," she demanded Amitiel, "Please just fix this Amitiel. I...I have to get Elaya far from here. Before anything worse happens."

She caught Elaya's hand and pulled her in hard, holding her close as she pressed her forehead to the gorgeous raven-haired beauty.

"Don't move," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut, "I've only ever done this once, but I haven't had the strength to do it again in centuries...till now."

Opening her eyes, they were full of flame as her body melted into heat, turning red and hot and then hotter still, until her flesh gave away to fire. It wrapped around Elaya, coating her skin, Sera's essence holding her close and tightly in all areas. And then more. Elaya would be able to feel it, feel the odd sensation as if she was floating in a sea of heat and air, and nothing more. Elaya's body ceased to be as Sera drew her in, melting her solid form away but holding her essence in. It was dangerous and strong magics now that Sera played with, but she held on, as her firey form rose and snaked out of the club, flying higher into the sky like a shooting star then dipping down and diving, aiming straight for the cabin they had found. She flew as fast as she could, holding Elaya dear to her as the two soared and plummeted, nothing more than flame now. It felt...amazing. Never had a soul been so close to hers, wrapping around her. She could feel their heat mixing and churning, Elaya's firey hot soul with Sera's living flame. As they neared the ground Sera reared up, and the final few feet she slowed, so as to hit the ground softly. As she did she let the magic go, returning Elaya to her body, but not before the pleasure hit its max. An overwhelming feeling of euphoria hit them both, sweeping through Sera's flames and making her burn so bright and hotly she turned white. It felt like an orgasm, but better, waves of pleasure hitting both of them. Even as Elaya was given her solid form again, naked now as the heat had burnt their clothes away, and Sera returned to her own flesh, she still felt the quivers of it, and between her legs she was rather wet, as if they had been having sex for hours.

"That...was...unbelievable..." she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Never had she been winded from being flame before, but that had felt different. And drawing Elaya's heat in had tired her, pulling at her hottest parts, drawing from the core of her to do so.

"I...I've never...done that...with anyone," her chest rose and fell heavily, "I only...ever turned one to flame...and it was for seconds...but never...I've never done that...or felt...that..."

Pushing forward she slammed into Elaya, casting them to the ground as her lips pressed hungrily to hers, her body wanting more of Elaya, that taste of erotic euphoria not enough. She pressed their naked bodies together in the harsh sand of the lake's beach, kissing and fondling her, those anxieties from the club gone. Now it was just Elaya, and if her soulmate needed her, than she rightly had her now.

"Take me," she moaned, standing and pulling Elaya towards the cabin door, her hands holding Elaya close, her lips only a breath away, "Take me for hours. I want to feel it again. I want to feel all of you. Mark me a dozen different ways, touch me all over. Just take me Elaya. I cannot wait another moment."

~

The party had ended much sooner than Arya had thought it might, but that was fine. In the chaos, Arya gripped Narxis' hand and swept him into the crowd, unsure what was happening, but using it to her advantage. As they reached the streets she pulled him off to the side and into the side alley, before shoving him into the wall, pressing her body into his and kissing him.

"Inn. Three block west. My suite," she moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she stood on tip toe, her feet barely touching the ground to kiss him hungrily in want, her dress riding up against his pants. It was obvious what she wanted him to do now, knowing only a fraction of the powers he held. She wanted him to take them there and ravage her, without any more questions or subtleties.
 
Amitiel soon found himself the only patron.

He sighed and grabbed the angel juice and poured himself some more.

When the guards arrived he sighed. "Marxis, Havish, Lars Bentfang, Junith, Varis, Peter Bleachpaws, and Hiram Reach. All wanted for the rape and murder of Jessica Mist, Erica Goldenberg, Miria Wittlestein, and Berundi Calvert. They attacked an innocent women. And were handled appropriately."

The guards stared at him and he glorified. "Get your magician to check if you wish."

They would find him right and utterly truthful.

~

Narxis snarled, scooped her up and manifested, taking her into the other plane his truth lived within. He took off, and then dropped like a stone into her suite, onto her bed, retaking his earthly form as he kissed her, his hands now roaming her body hungrily, removing her clothing while his seemed to leap off his body.

He was magnificently muscled with lithe knotty powerful bands of death made flesh. His erection was long, thick, and heavy, his hands attentive and hungry, his lips burning yet soft, his fangs sharp and smooth as he devoured her.

He kissed and licked his way down her body, then knelt and raised up, hanging her as he brought her ass tight to his chest and began to feast upon her sex, his hands dragging over her body with lust filled madness. His tongue grew long, rough, thick, and impossibly agile. It pressed against her gspot, while also looping her clit and somehow running up and down her sex.

His erection throbbed against her back, his legs keeping her from moving. He wanted to hear her scream in pleasure. He had trapped her arms between his heel and his own ass, thus not pinching them, but not giving her away to escape. She was pinned into place to receive pleasure, to be ravished as she wished, his way.

~

Elaya kissed Sera back, panting her own sex gleaming with the feeling.

At Sera's words she snatched up the redhead and bolted into the cabin, which locked and sealed them in. She threw them both onto the bed while diving into the maddened kiss.

She moaned into Sera' lips, whining still as she needed more and now. She pressed her sex against Sera's twining their legs together, and thrust and ground together, her overpowered body allowing her to make every movement a stimulating experience, sending her pleasure higher and higher.

Her hands meanwhile were everywhere. Caressing, stroking, gripping, squeezing, pulling closer. In Sera's hair, ove rher breasts, her back, her sides, her ass, her legs, Elaya could not get enough. But she never broke the kiss. She seemed both to be sucking all the air, fire, everything out of Sera, but also giving it all back even more quickly.

Sera had truly ignited Elaya's desires and now she was a maddened wolf, trying to simply give all of herself to her mate, who would be marked. Claws, handprints, and who knew what else. And still only in the first few minutes of their sexual reunion.
 
Arya dropped to the bed and felt the dress fly off, grinning in it's wake. Her lips were as hungry as her hands for him, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. As he pinned her down she let out a howling groan, arching her back as his tongue pleasured her. She had no where to go, and there was no where else she wanted to be at that very moment.

"By the infernal flame Narxis!" she cried, feeling herself grow closer to a climax within these minutes, a feat many could not accomplish. She wanted to touch and explore him but she was deliciously pinned down, left only to her pleasure and not a thing else.

~

Sera let out a squeal as she was tossed inside, but quickly righted herself and attacked Elaya with the same hunger, devouring her lips and body. Time seemed to cease to have meaning within their cabin, as the two intertwined their selves, lost in the throes of their passion.
 
Narxis did not stop, did not slow, did not hesitate, just pushing at her limits, drawing out her orgasm.

His hands went to her breasts squeezing tight, especially on her nipples, and still his tongue darted in and out, dragging over her clit, spearing her gspot.

~

Elaya moaned and only after screaming her orgasm into Sera's mouth did she break the kiss and roll, holding her lover close. She caught her breath quickly then grinned.

"You are even better now...and why do i feel..." she brought Sera's head up. "You took it... you took my fire didnt you?"

It wasn't an accusation. She felt herself. She still wanted Sera. Especially now, but the feral madness was gone. She smiled and stroked Sera's cheek. "How did you do that?"
 
Arya's carnal growls grew, trapped under his skillful arms and legs. She did not hold back, letting her body reach its peak and tumble, unravelling as she groaned out, her body shuddering from the pleasure of her first orgasm.

"If that's how your tongue feels...I can't wait for the main feast," she growled with a hint of wanting, her eyes still closed as her shoulders pressed deeper into the mattress.

~

Sera gulped air, as winded as Elaya. Their love making was never slow nor soft. It was perfect.

"I took nothing away," she explained between loud breaths, "I turned you into the heat...in your soul and carried that heat within...mine until we got here. It's a powerful...magic...only Phoenix's are supposed to use... with each other, as a means...to strengthen one another...or protect. But you are my eternal love, my soul mate...your soul was made...to handle me. Or well I prayed you were, and this proved it."

She closed her eyes and caught her breath before breaking into a grin and kissing Elayas jaw, "it felt better than I imagined. I've never shared fire with another. I tried with Jeziah once to keep him alive but it lasted seconds as I did not know how then...your truly my first Elaya."
 
Elaya smiled and kissed her lover's shoulder and neck. "No one has ever been able to touch my essence in such a way before."

She sighed happily and looked into Sera's eyes. "It was wonderful...beyond description my love." She kissed the soft lips she loved so much. "But you did take something...my heat is gone... somehow that vanished. You sated me. Thank you."

She studied Sera's eyes. She could not explain what Sera had done in mere words. Going into heat was a trying time for any creature. For a were it was a time of controlled madness. For a werewolf, especially during a full moon it was a time insane need that rarely could be properly met. Elaya knew that lesser mates had died trying to sate females in heat. But Sera had done so. Elaya had never experienced that before. Ever.

She smiled. "You are the first to get me safely through this time my love. No one else has ever been willing to try, let alone succeed."

She kissed the redhead again. "I love you more than words can ever contain Seraphina." She held the kiss, and her lover for a long time, then she giggled. she pushed Sera up and bit her lip. "So... could you do that fire trick? not the big one...the fire tongues thing? I've really missed that." Her eyes flashed with her desire, and some playful mischief.

But she wanted to stay in bed with her lover.

In time Sera would be astounded to learn that no other lover had ever earned such attention from the Metuzi princess. She had been known for being a demanding and rapid lover, even kicking still nude and aroused partners out of bed for boring or worse annoying her. And she never stayed in bed.

But with Sera she didn't want to leave. She wanted Sera. Fully and completely.

~

Narxis grinned and shoved her away.

And leapt with her. Now truly showing his own speed. He was no Elaya, and he could not even match Arya, but he could do things in shadows even she could not. And as she landed onto her knees, his hands gripped her hips, and thrust his length into her in a single spearing motion, including a knot near the base. The thing was made fo pleasure, and the knot swelled within her, pressing right against her gspot.

He brought his legs together over her's, thus making her clench about him, and also press upon her own clit with her own flesh. He gripped her arms at the elbows, sank his teeth into her left shoulder, snarled her name, then began to savagely thrust into her, letting her bounce back against him as he nibbled, bit, squeezed and sucked at her back, shoulders and neck.

His tongue snaked everywhere, even growing so long at one point that as he bit her ear it slapped over her asscheeks while it's length ran over her spine. He truly looked a slathering demon now, mad with lust.

For her.
 
Arya let out a loud howlish moan when he entered her, his whirlwind motions just her speed. She bounced on him, her inner walls tight as he thrusted between them. Every movement he made pressed against her g-spot and sent overwhelming waves of pleasures through her, her chest hot and panting from the ecstasy of it. Yet again he pinned her with his powerful form, but she loved it. The loss of control gave her a thrill, letting him choose how to pleasure her to the fullest. And yet while he had her in submission to his powerful urges, hers were much the same, and he did not force anything upon her. It was refreshing to say the least for the deathhound.

"Narxis..." she groaned as his teeth sunk in, her name growled in such a way by him making her shiver. Her head tilted back as he licked and bit her, each thrust getting her closer to another orgasm. When she felt his tongue slapping her ass she stiffened and moaned. Others might have found it disturbing how long his tongue could get, but Arya was a hellspawn. All he did was turn her on more.

~

Sera paused there, suprised. She had? How? She truly hadn't meant to.

"Oh," she hummed, looking a little shocked but happy, "It wasn't my intentions Elaya, but if you're happy I did it, then I'm happy."

She pulled Elaya in closer, kissing her cheek, "Then I am as much your first as you are mine. I will be here for every heat Elaya. Every good day and bad. I promise."

The love in her words could barely compass the love in her eyes as she bent down and kissed her passionately, throwing all her love at Elaya. She finally had found someone who understood her. Someone who she could not burn.

Leaning back she laughed at Elaya's request but didn't move. There was no need to. Sera was powerful enough now that even as Elaya asked a hot presence began to push against Elaya's sex. Chains of fire caught Elaya's wrists and ankles, spreading her out as Sera moved to sit on her hips, grinding her own wet sex down on her fiance's. Grinning madly, she now had Elaya tied down for her delight. Controlling her temperature, she made her lips hot to the touch an leaned down, kissing Elaya's lips, then chin, her neck and shoulder, leaving little red welts as she went, coating her shoulders then her chest with them, lowering towards her breasts. Below the fire grew, licking along Elaya's clit before pressing inside her. Slowly it filled her, growing and shaping until the heat coated her every wall, swirling in and out, filling her with heat in each thrust then coldness as she pulled out.

"I'm going to ravage you for days," she growled, moaning at the feel of her heat inside Elaya, "But for tonight, I'm going to pleasure you with my heat alone, till your screaming and I can barely stand."

And she wasn't lying. As the night went on she pleasured Elaya with her heat alone, filling her in an out, kissing and biting and enjoying her as Elaya remained tied down, unable to do anything but enjoy.
 
Narxis continued to pusb and thrust with her, his teeth and tongue finding places all over her body to wriggle over, flickering across them.

Everytime she needed a shift, whether in position, power, or his movements he gave it. He watched, listened and noted every single aspect of her form and used it to give her the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced.

~

Sera's words made the wolf smile in lustfilled delight.

And her delighted screams filled the cabin. She did beg to return the pleasure, and eventually managed to get her lips onto Sera's sex in return, and with every movement of the flames, Elaya licked and sucked at Sera hungrily. She gave back every bit of pleasure she received, bathing in her lover.
 
As the night wore on Arya could not account another time she had ever experienced such pleasure, or had so many orgasms. When she was good and soaked and barely able to breath from her moans and howls of pleasure she finally gasped at him to find release, before she would indeed collapse from exhaustion.

~

The night came with much pleasure for them both, as Sera ravaged Elaya and after an hour of hearing her beg, allowed Elaya to do much the same, impaling herself in her wolf lovers tongue that seemed to reach every corner of her insides. In the early hours of the morning the Phoenix collapsed and rolled into the bed, letting free the restraints and curling up against her lover, both of them hot and sweaty but content.

"I love you," she whispered, out of breath and ready for a few hours of sleep until she was sure they would have a round two, "never let me go."
 
Narxis lay beside her, his crotch against her ass, his hand on her hip, the other under her neck and mired in her hair, while his lips were on her shoulder. He remained still and silent, just holding her, enjoying the smell, taste and touch of her.

~

Elaya wrapped about her lover and nuzzled into her neck. "never Seraphina. Couldn't anyway. Love you too much. Can't live without you."

She kissed the redhead's neck then closed her eyes, and without warning drifted off to sleep. She had not been so relaxed or comfortable since before Sera had overstrained herself. And she had not slept even close to so well.
 
As they lay there, curled up, hot and sweaty from the hours of rough but erotic sex, Arya started to relax, feeling at little more at ease around the demon. Resting her head on his arm which lay under her neck and black hair she let out a soft sigh as her eyes closed and she began to drift off into sleep, comfortable within his embrace.

When first light would come in the morning Arya would not stir nor wake, fast and deeply asleep by the energy spent overnight, the alcohol in her stomach, and the comfortable warmth of being in Narxis' arms.

~

Seraphina smiled at the words, her eyelids growing heavily as they drooped. Within seconds both girl's were fast asleep, relaxed and unstressed. All night Sera dreamt of herself and Elaya, of what could be their future. In her dreams she saw white dresses and flowers, a cute house in a field, and children dancing in a field as Sera and Elaya chased them about and laughed. Her dreams made her smile, and as she fell deeper within her beautiful dreams she snuggled closer to Elaya, captured by her love.
 
Narxis watched Arya for some time, even while he let his body rest.

He didn't truly need it, but at the same time it soothed him greatly. But not as much as the beauty in his arms. She was strong, smart, clever, wicked, beautiful, and a fighter nearly unmatched.

He smiled as he let himself settle, not thinking too far ahead. Not with her. But he was happy. She was happy. That could be counted on and enjoyed.

~

Elaya smiled and drifted into her own dreams.

Herself in a wedding gown. Laying the crown of a princess on Sera's brow. Elaya herself before a mirror, holding her swollen belly while Sera stood behind rubbing her shoulders and behind them their older children played.

She smiled in her sleep and hugged the redhead closer and tighter, and breathed the woman's name with the same lilting love filled note it always had rolling off her tongue.

~

Amitiel had settled everything, and now was rounding up some troublemakers to keep the town focused elsewhere. He kept an eye on Arya's room, but never peeked inside. He had no wish to see such carnal activities, and no curiosity about them either. He stayed far away from Elaya and Sera's cabin. He would not give Lucifer himself good odds for survival upon encroaching on the Phoenix and wolf's true reunion.
 
Arya woke hours into the morning, and became aware quickly of everything she had done the night before. At first she smiled, having easily just had the best sex in her lifetime. And then guilt washed over her. It hit her so hard her eyes popped open in surprise and her body began to shake slightly. What was she doing? Octavia had just passed, and here she was in bed with a man, having turned her emotions off to drink her problems away and forget. So wait...why could she feel this guilt now? A growl escaped her as she clamped her eyes and her mind shut down, throwing those walls up high. He wasn't going to do this to her. Narxis wasn't going to crawl under her skin. She had half a mind to get up and leave then. She could be in the next city before he could assemble his little posse and follow. But turning and looking at him she had other ideas in mind. If he wanted to continue to chase her then why run? She could stay and sate her sinful needs with him. So you're going to use him for sex? a voice in her head chastised her as she grinned wickedly, Of course.

Wiggling to face him she saw his eyes closed and his breath soft, signs he was sleeping and she pounced, pinning him down as she straddled him, hoping he'd wake.

"Narxis," she purred, her mind and heart guarded now as the want for sex came only as a lustful need. She bent down and kissed his neck before nipping at it, catching his skin with her teeth as he had done. Thinking about it made her touch the skin on her neck and shoulder and it felt sensitive and warm. Bets were if she checked it would be purple and bruised from his attentions last night, and the idea made her wet. She could easily heal from it, but he had been biting her till the early hours of the morning, and she had been loving it all too much. Now it was her turn to bite and kiss his neck, waking him as she rubbed her naked sex on his cock, enticing an erection from him.

~

As morning came, Lairia knew it was time to work with Tatia. Not that it was an easy task. After summoning a chair and using magic to get Tatia in it and bound, while she swore and yelled at her, Lairia rolled up her sleeves and stepped out of the cave, the barrier down again. There was a small fire going, and those who actually slept at camp were waking: Gerry, Rythert, and Amitiel. The girls were off in their cabin, and Lairia didn't linger on where Narxis might be.

"I need you all to stay out of the cave," she proclaimed, pulling her rings and bracelets off and dropping them into a pouch, setting them in her tent, "No matter what you hear, don't come in. Once I start I have limited time to work. If I stop, or make a mistake, I can easily scramble more of her brain. He's no doubt put traps up in her mind to stop her from unlocking her memories, and halt me from fixing her easily. This...won't be fun."

Turning, she walked back into the cave and stepped behind Tatia, who was still snarling and snapping cruel words at her.

"You're not going to enjoy this, but neither am I," Lairia breathed, and the box appeared in her hands, whispering to herself "I promise this will be the last time I use this."

Doning the necklace, she placed either hand about an inch from either side of Tatia's hand, her fingers outstretched. Tatia was bound to the chair with metal binds across her neck, wrists, and legs. They were all magically enchanted to do no harm to her but keep her bound no matter what magic touched them. Closing her eyes, the cave became dead silent as Tatia even fell quiet, looking scared. Electricity sparked to life between Lairia's fingers as she began to work a spell, her voice soft but her words strong. As the spell grew the air became thick and smelt sweet, and the electricity grew, dancing on her hands.

Suddenly the electricity surged and shot at Tatia's head, hitting both her temples as an unearthly scream left her throat. Tatia shook and writhed in her seat, foaming at her mouth as the electricity caused a seizure, her screams growing louder and louder, become a shrill and piercing shriek of a siren, a noise louder than any average cry. Outside the cave they could hear it all, the painful screams of Tatia, the soulful shrieks that would shake Rythert's very core.

Inside the cave Lairia was drilling into her head, her eyes closed as she made the connection and began her work, looking for those memories she had asked the others about. It made sense that the sorcerer would dig back to Tatia's first memories of each of them and alter those. If her primary memories were altered, everything would fall out of line. Like a first impression, those memories were important. Those moments Tatia became friends with each of them. All Lairia had to do was navigate to them and put them back in order, in the right way. All the while knowing she had limited time, and the sorcerer had no doubt put plenty of traps in her head to hurt Tatia, and anyone daring to help her. The electricity from Lairia's hands would not kill Tatia or leave any marks now, but it would start to burn her the longer Lairia remained in her head. She had maybe twelve hours to do this, but it all depended on Tatia, on how strong she was, on how long it took Lairia to find these memories. It truly was no tiny task.

To her luck she stumbled on one within the first fifteen minutes though. Tatia had never stopped her screams, and she was likely to keep them up until all was done. After all, it hurt. However this would hurt Tatia even more as Lairia stumbled on a memory clouded in darkness, hidden from Tatia completely. Lairia began whispering again, applying her magic to the current, casting the darkness away and bringing the memory to light. Rythert. She could see them, see their faces appear as Tatia lay in some kind of water filled hole, trapped. And then again, as they rescued her. A memory no one but Tatia and Rythert had was now exposed to Lairia as she watched it play out then stop, ending abruptly with more darkness. All those memories? That damn sorcerer took every memory of Rythert from her? Lairia growled and forced more magic in, working all the darkness away, revealing each and every memory of them. Tatia's screams grew worse as the pain doubled at Lairia's efforts, feeling as if someone was drilling inside her head, filling it with searing pain. As Lairia completed her work on these memories she pulled back a bit, letting her presence subside a little to allow Tatia to breath, to gain her composure. The electricity remained but it grew small as Tatia let out a shuddering breath, tears falling down her face.

"Rythert."

"Yes," Lairia breathed, her eyes still closed, remaining ever present in her head, "Remember them Tatia. They are here. For you. They've never left."

She gave Tatia a few seconds more then regretfully pushed back in, that electric current growing once more as she dug down deeper, forcing more spasms and seizures from Tatia as she screamed for mercy and help. Now her shrieks were not just shrill screams of pain. Tatiana called out for Rythert, begging them for help, begging them to save her. Lairia had to trust Amitiel and Gerry to stop them from interfering.
 
Narxis had woken as the smell of guilt.

He knew it well.

He did not react, but within his mind he cursed. Another step back. But still there was hope.

He let her shift them about, and continued to 'sleep' until she purred his name.

Then he shifted and slid into her before pinning her legs beneath his own and smirked up at her. "So....round one was pleasing to you beauty?"

~

Gerry had come up with a solution that soothed both himself, and the Rythert. They had vanished their ears. It was rather odd, but now they simply could not hear.

He had his earplugs in, and his noise canceling headphones on as well so he couldn't hear the screams, and he was teaching the Rythert how to clean and prepare Tatia's armor and weapons. They had not been properly cared for under Nickens. Arya had kept them sharp, but had not cleaned or oiled them properly, and they were stained. So the Rythert were scrubbing away the blood and other stains, and helping him making new sheathes for her weapons.

It was a long, quiet process and kept them busy. Of course they would look toward the cave ever few seconds, but Amitiel sat just before the mouth, calm and relax. Gerry knew Amitiel had taken himself out of the earthly plane. So while he was present, and could and would stop the Rythert or anyone else from entering the cave without Lairia's permission, his mind was communing with his brethren on high.

He had flown into camp just before dawn and given that Gerry was the only other 'actual' group member present, they had filled each other in, made their plans, and now were seeing to them.

Amitiel was polishing weapons as well. Not his own, they could not be blunted, dull, or stained, but others, especially the many Narxis had collected over the years did. Gerry sometimes wondered if the demon lent the weapons out for cash or favors as even weapons he knew Narxis had not used would appear with fresh blood. he always intended to ask, but he rarely had a chance to get the demon alone.

Now it would likely be even harder with Arya about. Ah well.
 
She let out a happy moan as he slide in, grinning as he gave himself away for being awake.

"More than a little," she purred, riding him slowly, "and I plan on continuing such pleasure until the moon is high. You don't mind wasting the day away with me do you?"

~

Lairia continued her work well into the day. It was good that no one came in as her uninterrupted work went much faster. And as no one could hear it was for the best, as Tatias screams only grew worse. It would be near dinner when all sound died from the cave. Suddenly the camp grew still. And yet after several minutes still no one emerged. Inside the cave Tatia head rocked as she fell unconcious, and Lairia laid crumpled on the floor behind her, clutching Rey's gem for sheer strength as blood poured from her nose and ears.
 
he smirked at her. "Not at all. Though I can't call it a waste. Seems a perfect way to spend the day to me."

He pulled her closer and stole a kiss.

~

Amitiel turned when everything went silent and tried to peer in. Even he couldn't penetrate her shield alone, though he had other ways to get in if he had to. He just didn't know what to do.

Gerry had no advice or orders, still busy keeping the Rythert distracted, though he did show his own concern by glancing at the cave. He had noted the angel's disquiet and was not thrilled by it.
 
"I'll second that," she growled into his lips, moving faster on top of him. They say melted away, the round blurred as they spent themselves, cuddled, napped and repeated well into the night. Soon the room smelt only of sex and darkness, which clung to the walls as Arya begged plenty a time for him to manifest while inside her, to fill her with his darkness.

~

At Lairias fall the shield would fade, a sign that she was in trouble. Her work on Tatia was complete and successful, but she'd be unable to tell them, laying in a growing pool of blood under her head as she bled, having pushed past every limit in her body even with the stone, undoing what the sorcerer did in a week within a single day.
 
Narxis gave her everything she wanted, often before she could even ask. He could not get enough of her, and began to crave her taste even while partaking. He smiled at the thought and gave into his need, taking her to yet greater heights of pleasure.

~

The moment the shield fell Amitiel was within the cave. He saw the blood and knelt, flinching as he felt the stone through her blood.

He stood, crossed his hands, palms down, over her and snarled something in Enochian and she began to glow, then the blood was back within her.

He scooped her up and took her outside to her tent, where Gerry was already waiting. He lay her down and gerry sniffed, then looked at the angel. "The hell did you do?"

Amitiel held up his hands. "I reverse the bleeding. Put it all back... All i knew how to do...I can't heal this...what do we do?"

Gerry grunted and jammed a needle into his arm, then attached it to a tube and put the other end into her arm. "Emergency transfusion is the best i can do just now...Damnit...If Rey was here..where's the stone?"

"Still on her."

"Good enough...I hope this works."

Amitiel looked on, praying. Gerry had an idea. "Can you purify her blood?"

Amitiel shrugged.

"Try anyway."

Amitiel obeyed, though he used an ability to purify water. He didn't know if could work on her, but they couldn't let her die. He prayed he hadn't killed her in trying to help.

The Rythert looked at the cave and longed to go in, but they knew they could not dare. Not unless Lairia gave the word.
 
Between the two women, Tatia was the first to wake, almost about half hour after they had taken Lairia out. Lairia was still quite unconcious and unstirring but there was a heart beat there, however faint it might be. For now, Gerrys transfusion seemed to be helping.

"Mm," Tatia stirred, her head a pounding mass, her body feeling like it had been fighting for days. She was exhausted and spent, but...alive.

"Rythert?" She whispered, blinking her weary eyes and expecting to see them next to her. Then she felt the binds, "Rythert?!" She said louder, more panicked. What was going on? Where were they? Were they safe? Why was she bound? Her head couldn't focus on her last memories, as if they were out of focus.

"Rythert!" She yelled, fighting the binds but her strength was no match for thick steel, "where are you?! My sun and moon!"

She could smell them on the air, knowing they were close. She wouldn't mistake that smell for anything. She never would. She...she loved them.

Her memories hit her in that instant. The torture. The pain. The endless pain within Nickens fortress. And she had endured it all for them. Praying they were safe.

"Let me go!" She screamed, fighting back tears as her body and mind throbbed and all she could do was think of her lovers, if they were safe. If Nickens had gotten them she'd never forgive herself. Tatia didn't know it then but she was missing a large chunk of memory. Her last thought was being bound to the sorcerers table, enduring hours of electric torture. And now she was in this chair bound. Nothing good was coming. Right?

"Rythert!" She screamed over and over, wanting just to hear thier voices, to know they were alive.
 
Amitiel sensed the difference in her voice and whistled. The Rythert turned, then rushed in at the look on his face, their ears regrowing.

Hearing her cries they burst into tears even before they reached her.

Then they knelt at her feet and began to kiss her hands and fingers. "Oh Tatia! Our world!" They sobbed against her legs as they touched her arms and face, trying to soothe her. They could not have undone the bounds even if they knew how.

But that did not matter. Tatia, their Tatia, had called them, and they had come. Even they could sense the hurt and change within her, and did not push further. not that they could. They had her back.T hey could scarce believe it. Each put their faces into her hands, then cupped her face with their own, gazing up at her with their sea green and blue eyes filled with the sorrow and love only she could command.

Ebony and Rhaeghal watched from the cave entrance. The screams had been too much for their sensitive ears, and Ebony was especially cranky with worry about her mother.
 
Seeing them rush in her heart relaxed and she let out a long breath she had been holding in, scared she might have lost them. They could not free her from the chair but they kissed her hands and she touched thier cheeks with her fingers, whispering to them to kiss her as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Your safe," she sighed, "I was so scared he took you too. I couldn't bear if he tortured you like he did me. I..."

Speaking out loud about Nickens brought a wave of guilt and pain as more memories surged and she started to remember all the foul things she had done lost under thier mind control. Fresh tears sprouted as she shuddered, feeling horrid.

"I'm so sorry," she cried, "I did not realize what I was doing. They tortured me endlessly, they made me believe..."

She gulped and sobbed wishing she could just hold Rythert and make the pain go away. She knew now why she was in the chair and thanked Lairia in her head over and over for saving her, for bringing her back to Rythert.
 
They smiled and pressed close to her, then sat on her lap, weightless, and each kissed her softly. "We forgive you. Elaya made sure we were kept safe for you."

They stroked her hair and face, searching her face with hungry love. They had missed her so very much.

The cats would still not enter, but Amitiel had opened his wings and blocked the entrance to give the lovers privacy.

Her Moon leaned in and kissed her softly. "We were worried sick about you Tatia."
 
Touching them, having them so close, made everything feel better. Even if she did feel...feel just horrid. The memories were trickling in now, each worse than the one before, every detail vivid of her time there. Of what she had done. She shuddered with each, her cheeks red from the tears. They might be willing to forgive her, but would she ever forgive herself?

"I'm glad Elaya kept you safe," she croaked, closing her eyes at their touch, "I was worried about you too. I was terrified you'd get caught and tortured...like me..."

She pulled against the binds a little harder, wanting to hold them, to be held, "Why am I still bound? I remember...I remember Lairia coming in and then the pain, my head hurt so badly...but I'm better now. Why won't they let me go?"
 
"because they aren't sure whether or not it was safe at first. Now because lairia isn't awake they can't unbind you. Well Amitiel might be able to...."

Amitiel turned. "No. If i tried i might just make them worse. Angelic power and 'normal' magic rarely mix well. And never when another life is involved. it could kill her. Just hang on. Lairia should be up and about soon."
 
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