rulers of this land. Never fear, my reluctant Halfling, your
place within your warriors lives. This land, and magick itself, is assured from
this moment forth.”
“You will help me with this?” Arabella wondered if she
possessed the knowledge, the wisdom to be such a person.
“I must leave soon…”
“You must not.” Reaching out, she grasped the hand of the
one magickal being called a god and became trapped, pulled into knowledge, into
secrets, into a world of a woman’s aching needs, the torment of twins she
believed would not be hers and the passions they shared.
“No!” Muse jerked back, cradling her hand to her chest,
shock and despair filling her violet eyes. “You were not to see such things.”
Arabella sat back then, not at all sorry, pleased to know
this exceptional woman before her had her own place within the magick Arabella
would come to know.
“So many secrets the Guardians know,” she whispered. “And so
much you do not know. You will not leave me here within this place alone, for
we are to be honed within this place by a most powerful friendship. This place,
the Vale, the Causeway, merges our destiny, Guardian. I wish you to stay for a
while longer, as is my right as the Sentinel of the Land, the first seeded by
the magick of the lands and planted by the One who created us all.”
Lips parted in surprise, Muse drew in a harsh breath as
Arabella revealed the destiny even she herself had been unaware of.
“Sentinel of the Lands?” she whispered.
“There will be four,” Arabella told her then. “Princess
Serena will be the second once she has found her path back to her magick.
Sentinel of the merging Cauldaran and Covenan lands. The third shall merge the
hidden magicks.” The third, Arabella knew, would be this gentle child of the
gods of Sentmar. “The fourth shall be found in human lands once more, to
rebuild the magicks humans have desecrated. That land shall be painted with
blood,” Arabella whispered sadly. “Sentmar was created to protect all magick,
and the humans brought with them the evil that would destroy it. They will
become beings of magick, or they will die upon the blades of their own hatred,
it shall be their choice.”
“And what of Sentmar’s Guardian Select?” Muse whispered.
“The gods who have guided this land for so many eons?”
Arabella smiled, a smile of brilliant peace, of love and
joy. “The One gave them a promise, Muse, long before humans came to this land.
When they alone heard his message and tamed the magick beneath the lands. Would
he break the covenant he made with them?”
Muse shook her head. “He swore it was ever reaching.”
“Ever reaching for the unit they became and for the children
who followed their teachings and the magick the One created,” she agreed. “Have
no fear, Muse, for your destiny as well is far more than you could ever
imagine.”
* * * * *
Caedan and Daelan entered their chambers, the hunger
haunting them becoming a vicious beast as they saw their Consortress awaiting
them.
Her magick reached for them, merging with the luminous
threads of pale-white magick the Ogre possessed as it began curling from within
them, reaching out to her.
Clothing was shed instantly, their magick obliterating it
with no more than a thought, leaving muscle-hardened, battle-scarred flesh
bare, the powerful spears of their erections standing out from their bodies.
Going each to the opposite sides of the bed, they crawled
upon the fur-draped sponge stone harvested and molded into the bedding magickal
beings slept upon.
It firmed instantly as their weight was added to it.
Immediately, their Sorceress Halfling reached out for them,
awaiting them, well prepared for the hunger she was meeting.
Their time in the Vale had ensured she knew what awaited her
this night.
Taking her kiss, Daelan could feel the silken-soft hand
curling about his cock as his brother tasted the cherry-tipped mounds of her
breasts. Finally, Caedan’s lips
place within your warriors lives. This land, and magick itself, is assured from
this moment forth.”
“You will help me with this?” Arabella wondered if she
possessed the knowledge, the wisdom to be such a person.
“I must leave soon…”
“You must not.” Reaching out, she grasped the hand of the
one magickal being called a god and became trapped, pulled into knowledge, into
secrets, into a world of a woman’s aching needs, the torment of twins she
believed would not be hers and the passions they shared.
“No!” Muse jerked back, cradling her hand to her chest,
shock and despair filling her violet eyes. “You were not to see such things.”
Arabella sat back then, not at all sorry, pleased to know
this exceptional woman before her had her own place within the magick Arabella
would come to know.
“So many secrets the Guardians know,” she whispered. “And so
much you do not know. You will not leave me here within this place alone, for
we are to be honed within this place by a most powerful friendship. This place,
the Vale, the Causeway, merges our destiny, Guardian. I wish you to stay for a
while longer, as is my right as the Sentinel of the Land, the first seeded by
the magick of the lands and planted by the One who created us all.”
Lips parted in surprise, Muse drew in a harsh breath as
Arabella revealed the destiny even she herself had been unaware of.
“Sentinel of the Lands?” she whispered.
“There will be four,” Arabella told her then. “Princess
Serena will be the second once she has found her path back to her magick.
Sentinel of the merging Cauldaran and Covenan lands. The third shall merge the
hidden magicks.” The third, Arabella knew, would be this gentle child of the
gods of Sentmar. “The fourth shall be found in human lands once more, to
rebuild the magicks humans have desecrated. That land shall be painted with
blood,” Arabella whispered sadly. “Sentmar was created to protect all magick,
and the humans brought with them the evil that would destroy it. They will
become beings of magick, or they will die upon the blades of their own hatred,
it shall be their choice.”
“And what of Sentmar’s Guardian Select?” Muse whispered.
“The gods who have guided this land for so many eons?”
Arabella smiled, a smile of brilliant peace, of love and
joy. “The One gave them a promise, Muse, long before humans came to this land.
When they alone heard his message and tamed the magick beneath the lands. Would
he break the covenant he made with them?”
Muse shook her head. “He swore it was ever reaching.”
“Ever reaching for the unit they became and for the children
who followed their teachings and the magick the One created,” she agreed. “Have
no fear, Muse, for your destiny as well is far more than you could ever
imagine.”
* * * * *
Caedan and Daelan entered their chambers, the hunger
haunting them becoming a vicious beast as they saw their Consortress awaiting
them.
Her magick reached for them, merging with the luminous
threads of pale-white magick the Ogre possessed as it began curling from within
them, reaching out to her.
Clothing was shed instantly, their magick obliterating it
with no more than a thought, leaving muscle-hardened, battle-scarred flesh
bare, the powerful spears of their erections standing out from their bodies.
Going each to the opposite sides of the bed, they crawled
upon the fur-draped sponge stone harvested and molded into the bedding magickal
beings slept upon.
It firmed instantly as their weight was added to it.
Immediately, their Sorceress Halfling reached out for them,
awaiting them, well prepared for the hunger she was meeting.
Their time in the Vale had ensured she knew what awaited her
this night.
Taking her kiss, Daelan could feel the silken-soft hand
curling about his cock as his brother tasted the cherry-tipped mounds of her
breasts. Finally, Caedan’s lips
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