A Wicked Beginning (35 page)

“Open your eyes, chère,” Kayden said softly.

When I opened them, I jumped. “Oh! How did we get here?” I put my hand up to shield my eyes from the sunlight winking through the branches and peered back at the house. We were standing next to the tree.

“You did this, mon amour.”

“Did I? Just like that?”

“Just like that. I told you, your energy is building. It’s being released from the captivity of your mortal form again, as you remember who you are. You are re-learning how to use your wonderful imagination with your rediscovered energies.”

“Ohhhhh,” I uttered in delight. “Where shall we go next?” I jumped up and down with joy.

“Where would you like to go?”

“How about that beautiful beach we went to last year? Or the hot springs in the Olympic Mountains?”

“Pace yourself…” Kayden said with a small frown. “This is new…how about if you take us back to your home?”

“Kayden, what fun is that?”

“Chère, trust me. Take your time in learning new skills.”

Ignoring his advice, I closed my eyes and felt the ka and our connection, then imagined the island in the Banda Sea we had popped into last year. I brought to mind the mushroom shaped island, the verdant foliage, the smells of the sea, and the warmth of the sun…. And then…splash! Kayden and I were now bobbing in the middle of the ocean, miles from anywhere, trapped in a purse seine
fishing net amidst a few terrified skipjack tunas and other assorted denizens of the sea. There were shouts in a language I did not understand coming from a nearby trawler. The voices came from angry, astonished men, who had spread their nets to catch fish, not two human-looking things. They began reeling in the fish filled nets with a mechanized pulley, shouting at us and waving their arms.

“Kayden, where are we?”

“Who knows, chère, this is your little manifestation. I suggest you think of something quickly, else we’ll be hauled onto that boat in mere minutes.”

I started to panic, as the fishing net laced around us, restricting our movements. Small frightened fish squirmed and large cold, slick, scaly, skipjack tuna thrashed aggressively against my body in their struggles to get free. I brought my hands up to my face to prevent being smacked with writhing, scaly bodies. We were one wriggling mass of wet trepidation. “That’s the thing, Kayden. When I’m frightened, like I am now, I can’t seem to manifest anything but more fear.”

“I shan’t help you,” Kayden responded coolly. He gazed up at the sky. “It looks like a thunderstorm is coming.” He nodded towards the ominous looking clouds before someone cranked up the winch, causing his face to press into my head. “Looks like it will be a big one,” he said in a muffled voice, his mouth full of my soggy hair.

Noticing the surging waves and whitecaps only increased my fear. I don’t know how he could appear so calm under such circumstances. “Kayden…!” I shouted, water filling my lungs as I was being dragged through the churning water. A skipjack had wriggled underneath my shirt and was squirming against me in a most unpleasant manner. The sounds of the angry men were getting closer.

Kayden had swirled in a circle, releasing my hair from his mouth. “Not going to assist you here, chère.”

My face was now constrained against his back. As the boat pulley dragged us, we were cinched together liked two trussed hunks of meat with a couple hundred pounds of seafood slithering against us with frantic, bewildered spasms. I could now see the rusty, barnacle-covered boat up close. And here Kayden and I were, trapped in fishing mesh, about to be hauled up by a crane onto a boat of foreign men who would, no doubt, demand an explanation. I missed my house. I wanted to be back where I was safe and comfortable, delighting in the touch of Kayden. But then the ridiculousness of where we were hit me. It was a completely absurd moment. It was so absurd, that I started to laugh. Even though I couldn’t move, I started to laugh so hard that tears formed in my eyes, mixing with the salt water in which we were immersed.

“Is something funny, chère?” Kayden asked.

“This is…” I spluttered, as we were being pulled alongside the trawler.

“And what would you do about it? If you could, that is?” Kayden asked in a cool, arrogant voice.

“Take us home, I guess.”

“Would you, please? I’m growing weary of being constrained amidst sea creatures and fishing net.”

I envisioned my home, my garden, my bed, and my cats. With a pop and a clatter, we appeared in the back of the house next to the garbage cans, amidst a pile of boxes waiting to be recycled. One lone skipjack flipped back and forth on the ground. “Oops! How did he get here? Maybe I can get this to Manoko,” I mused. “He can make us a fine meal with this poor thing. Be still and surrender, friend,” I said to the fish with compassion. “Let your struggle cease.” The fish stopped its shudders and became still.

With a look of disdain, Kayden glanced over at it, and an ice chest appeared. The tuna disappeared from sight, packed in a bed of ice within the plastic chest. “May as well keep it fresh,” he said, shrugging. His arrogant eyes were trained on me as he said, “Perhaps you can prepare this for Manoko yourself. Imagine his surprise over your cooking skills.” He stood up and brushed himself off. He was completely dry and elegant, as usual.

I was, however, soaked to the bone. Seaweed dangled from my hair. “How can you look so composed?” I said, through fits of laughter.

“Practice,” Kayden said. He gave me a haughty glare. “You need some as well. Your accuracy is terrible.”

“Kayden, you said yourself this is new to me,” I wheezed, still caught in a fit of laughter. I pulled a long strand of seaweed from my wet, clingy pants.

“You used to know this better than I do,” he replied, hands on his hips. “You forget each time you come back here.” He brushed a hand down his arms, tugged his skin tight black t-shirt into position and shook his long black hair. “I am a patient man-like creature, but I do have my limits.”

I started to hiccup. “Kayden…” Hiccup! “Have some fun with this learning curve.” Hiccup! “I’ll get…” Hiccup! “Better at this…” Hiccup! “You’ll see…” Hiccup!

He gave me a look of utter condescension and pulled a glass of water out from behind his back. “Here…”

I gulped the water down, easing my hiccups into non-existence. “That was fun,” I declared with mirth. “Being in the sea like that.”

Kayden looked down his nose at me. “It was different. But I hope you are starting to see what you and your vast imagination can accomplish. Coupled with a bit of this…” His mouth quirked into a mischievous smile, and he ran a hand up my back.

I gasped as a sudden burst of pleasure shot through my system. “Oh, God, Kayden,” I managed to say before a wave of ecstasy overtook me.

Kayden laughed. “Do share with me, chère. Don’t keep this all to yourself.”

“I’ve…I’ve got…got things…to do…things to do…today,” I uttered, my body rippling with desire.

“Now, now…just a little sharing…”

“I know…you…can feel this…Kayden,” I breathed.

“I prefer to be given the gift of your pleasure, chère. See what you can do.”

“I don’t…don’t know…what you…mean,” I mouthed, my body surging with bliss. I was hanging a few feet from the ground, suspended by silvery strands of energy, undulating and writhing in unconstrained passion. My heavy lidded eyes fluttered open briefly to see Kayden tapping his forehead, indicating that I should use my imagination. I visualized Kayden’s essence being drawn up through my sex, through my solar plexus - my seat of power - and into my heart.

“Ahhhh, chère, well done,” Kayden groaned.

Opening my eyes, I saw that he was now suspended with me, and we were completely naked, skin to skin, revolving in a slow circle, around and around and around. The feel of his skin was intoxicating. He was a bronze mass of sinewy muscle, power and sensuous delight. His long, silky black hair tickled my shoulders. His chest pressed against my hard nipples. Still in suspension, he folded his legs into a cross-legged position. I wrapped mine around his hips so I could feel his erection pushing against my sex, causing my body to respond with honeyed wetness. I knew better than to draw him up into me; I knew that he’d disappear if I did that.

Kayden made small sniffs, inhaling my aroma. “Mmmmm,” he breathed, “you are my dulcet, delectable flower.” He inhaled deeply, his erection pulsed, and I felt myself wash up into him like an ocean wave. As he exhaled, I breathed him in in a similar manner, tightening my inner muscles as if encircling him. In a burst of inspiration, I imagined Cam’s large cock inside of me, filling me with physical sensation. The ecstatic feelings in me increased in volume, like jacking up the sound system at a concert. It was like standing before a set of ginormous speakers, feeling the vibrations of sound pulsing through me, causing my skin to shake.

“Nice touch,” breathed Kayden. “Let’s use the Neanderthal in our play.” He laughed, arching against me. “He’s going to have some wake up this morning, won’t he?”

He moved his lips towards mine, and I took in Kayden’s pleasurable energetics while imagining Cam’s lips and tongue exploring and probing. Kayden and I made a mutual harmony of satisfied moans. At the same moment, both of our heads fell back, and a torrent of energy fountained between us. A stream of sounds emanated from our throats. Entwined as we were in an exchange of ecstasy, there was no goal, nothing to reach, nothing to seek; each breath was pure, fulfilled bliss. We were not seeking the big O, the great orgasm; we were simply twirling in one continuous state of climax.

I don’t know how much time passed, or if any time passed. I believe I passed out into the bliss-spheres, unable to maintain awareness of our incredible shared pleasure. When my eyes opened, my head was in Kayden’s lap, we were fully clothed, resting in the grass. Kayden was stroking my hair with languorous, unhurried movements as he gazed out at the cloud specked sky, taking in the world around him. Sensing my return to consciousness, his amber eyed gaze fell on me. His face was awash with innocent delight. “Beautiful, sexy girl,” he said in his deep delicious voice.

“Beautiful, sexy man-like creature,” I responded, rolling over to sit up. “That was stunning.”

“Mm hmm,” Kayden breathed. “J’adore, j’adore, j’adore, mon amour…”

“Moi aussi,” I responded, before clamping my hand over my mouth. Where did that come from?

Kayden raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What, you are retracting that statement – you don’t feel the same?”

“No, I do…I do feel the same. I just didn’t know I knew how to speak in French.”

“You know many things, chère, many things. As your energy bursts free, you will remember more and more.”

“Yes, but why French?”

“…because it is a beautiful language, n'est-ce pas?”

“Oui, très belle,” I agreed. “Whoa! A sudden command of French? That’s a bit freakish, don’t you think?”

“It is natural, not freakish,” Kayden said, shaking his head, before changing the subject. “Didn’t you say you had things to do today, ma chère?”

“Oui…I mean, yes. Zuri and I are going shopping. We’re going dancing next week.”

“That promises to be fun.”

“Yes, I hope so. That is where we met, remember, on the dance floor at the Re-Fly High Club?”

“Of course I remember. That is where we met
this
time, chère.
This
time…sometimes your poor memory alarms me. We have met and re-met so many times I have lost count. They’re always amusing and interesting, I must say. You do take delight in entertaining me. But I tire in waiting for you sometimes. This time I thought you would never return.” He appeared sad as he said this.

“Kayden…” I soothed. “If I am truly the ka’kriyayaga, and I cannot exist without you, why ever would I not return to you?”

“I thought you had become too enamored of the Neanderthal this time,” he replied sullenly. “You and the choices you make…”

“Kayden!” I said, shocked. “I can’t do any of this without you. You told me this yourself. What’s the matter with you?”

“You are right, chère. I am playing the fool and failing to tell you something of significance.”

I frowned, plucking a piece of errant seaweed from my hair. “What is it?”

“The shrew-cow… Remember I told you Natalie was keeping tabs on that deviant shrew, Jill Primcott?”

My stomach clenched in fright. “Yes, I remember…”

“Natalie caught a whiff of disturbance in the Earth’s energy field last night. She thinks the strumpet is up to something.”

I shivered. “Oh! That’s horrid! What does Natalie think is going on?”

“She’s not sure,” Kayden said pensively. “She thinks it has something to do with the Neanderthal.”

“Cam!” I cried in alarm. “What can we do?”

“Not a thing, ma chère, not a thing. Our job is to aid and assist, not rescue or remove personal responsibility.” He shook his head, causing his thick, lustrous hair to swish back and forth. “How many times do you think I have watched you in perilous danger, unable to snatch you from danger?”

“I don’t know. A bunch of times, I guess.”

“More than a bunch… Think in the thousands.”

My eyes widened. “Are you kidding?”