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              Anna woke in her bed. The dorm room was empty except for her. She felt completely exhausted, and her body ached from head to toe. She quickly looked over, but Kat's bed was still empty. The silver dreamcatcher was hung neatly above the head of Anna's bed. She didn't know how to feel or what to think. Her body felt either wonderful or completely destroyed. Her emotions were torn between the ache she felt at her missing friend and the sheer amazement of what she experienced the night before. The only thing she knew for sure was that her ankle itched like crazy. She was naked in her bed and pulled back the sheets to look at her leg. On the side of her right ankle was the source of the itch.

              “What the fuck?” Anna asked herself as she looked at her leg. On her skin was a bright blue tattoo. It was a very simple shape that looked like the S curves on a violin. She didn't remember that happening at all. She didn't have a clue what it meant. “Shit!” she piped out as she jumped at the sound of her phone. She grabbed it and looked. It was her mom.

              “Hi sweetheart,” Meredith said.

              “Hi Mom,” Anna groaned out. “It's totally not a good time.”

              “Oh sorry, baby, I was just worried about you. I haven't heard from you in a few days,” she said. “Are you just waking up?”

              “Mom, you're awesome, but I can't talk,” Anna said and clicked the end button on the phone. She looked up at the clock. It was already 5:30 pm, and the sun was setting outside the window. “Shit, I slept all day?” she asked herself.

              “Well, ok then,” Meredith said to the dead phone line. She reached over the edge of the tub and laid the phone down on the stool beside her towel. She leaned back in the steaming water and played with the bubbles. A little pout on her lips as she pondered the brief call. “Well, I guess she really is grown up then,” she said to herself as she laid back and slid down in the tub. “I guess I can tighten that screw back up on the floor board now that I don't have to worry about who's coming and going at night.” She lifted her legs from the soapy foam and stretched them out over the edge of the tube. As Meredith's hands stroked down the length of her leg, the bubbles slipped back into the tub revealing a small blue tattoo on her ankle in the shape of two small cursive S's. She leaned her head towards the open bathroom door and smiled. Standing in the doorway was a stranger. “Oh, it's you, Patrick. You startled me,” she said as she slipped up from the bubbles and reached for him.

*****

Dark Protector: Legacy of the Goddess

Book 2

Morgana Patrick

Meredith's long black hair drifted down her pale back as she straddled Patrick. Her legs folded back under her as she reached down and grasped his rigid cock in her delicate hands. Sweat dripped down her leg over the small tattoo on her ankle. The opposed S shape marked her as a protected possession of the House of O' Sheahan. She held him in her hands and felt his pulse surging through the shaft. She could feel the power of it building in her hands. She guided his head between her delicate lips and watched his eyes, his dark open eyes, as she rolled her hips downward over him. As she felt him forced inside her Meredith's skin grew hot. The sweat dripped down her breasts and over her hard, sensitive nipples. She felt his hips push up into her as his cock thrust deep inside her. Their eyes stayed locked on one another as the rhythm built steadily between them.

              “Oh fuck!” Meredith cried out. “Fuck me, Patrick. Fuck me. I've waited so long!” Her arms curled up and her hands grasped her aching breasts. The pulsing nipples became locked between her fingers as a jolt shot through her body. Meredith's eyes clamped shut, and her head rolled back. Her pale skin started to shimmer as the moist heat of her impassioned body erupted. “Oh God, Patrick, yes!” she screamed. “I'm close. Fuck me, damn it!” Meredith's head swung back and forth as she clutched her breasts tightly and rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumb. Patrick's hands gripped her hips tightly. His fingers dug into her flesh deeply, and he jerked her body down towards him with each stroke as if he wanted to fuck himself through her lithe body. Her inner walls gripped him tightly as they pulsed around him.

              Suddenly Meredith's body burst into a brilliant blue ball of flames. The lapping gas-like light wrapped around them both and grew so bright that the tightly closed curtains could hardly contain it. Her tight steaming walls exploded in a quaking spasm around Patrick's intruding shaft. He felt it, and he knew. It had been years, but he knew she was ready.

              “Cum!” he barked loudly. His voice carried a trembling vibration that caused the blue flames surrounding them to shimmer and spread wide around the bed. “Cum for me, Meredith. Cum for me now!” His cock throbbed wildly inside her as his fingers dug into her flesh until his nails turned white. He felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock swell. “Meredith!” he cried out.

              “Oh God, yes, yes!” Meredith screamed as her hips bucked frantically down into his. She felt his head swell as it drove into her, and her body lost all control. “Fuck, Patrick. I'm cumming!” she screamed and then let loose a long, trailing series of cries. The ball of light, it's flaming fingers lapping intensely, curled around them and shrank with a brilliantly bright shimmer. Then it burst like a bubble on the surface of the water as Meredith's body convulsed so uncontrollably that Patrick leaned up and wrapped his arms around her to protect her from herself. Even as his cock erupted inside her and his cum shot into her again and again, his first thought was to protect her. He clutched her tightly to his chest. Her rock hard nipples dug into him as she flailed against him. He felt her body around him, inside him as much as he was inside her, and he poured everything of himself into her.

              As Meredith fell from her orgasm, she leaned into Patrick's arms. Then they collapsed back onto the bed, the last of the blue flames twinkled and fell around them like fireflies. She laid her face on his chiseled chest and stroked his arm gently.

              “I've missed you so much.” she said as tears started to roll from her eyes onto his chest.

              “I know, baby,” he said as he held her tight, his cock still buried deep inside her as they held onto one another. “I've never been far.” It was true. All these years, he was there. She would catch sight of him out of the corner of her eye. He was hidden in the crowd just out of sight, out of reach. But he was always there. “I've never been far,” he said again as he kissed the top of her head.

              “Is Anna safe, Patrick?” she asked him as she stroked his chest. “Are you sure she's safe?”

              “She is safe, Meredith,” he told her as his eyes drifted towards the window and stared out into the darkness of the night. “She's safe for now, I promise.”

              “What about Kat?” Meredith asked. Patrick remained silent as he watched something in the distance beyond the window, beyond the darkness.

*****

              Anna was curled up on her bed. She was clutching the silver dream catcher in her hands. She looked out the window. Her mind raced with the ridiculous insanity her life had been recently. Moving away from home and starting college had been the biggest change in her life. Or so she had thought it would be. The fact her sexually charged nightmare had somehow become real was a factor of college life she never expected. She wasn't even sure now if she wanted to call them nightmares. The once terrifying scenes of mysterious sexuality that filled her restless nights and fueled an ache deep inside her she felt she could not control had transformed into desires she longed for. Her body started to grow hot and tingled as she thought of the night before, of her mysterious stranger, the man of her dreams, literally.

              “Conner,” she said softly under her voice. It was all too confusing for her to deal with. The man she had been dreaming about for years had come straight out of her heated nightly dreams to take her body, and she surrendered it to him. Not just willingly either, she surrendered herself to him with great yearning and desire. Even now as she laid curled in her bed trying to comprehend the troubling events of the semester, her body burned for him. She could feel her skin heat up, especially between her sore thighs, where just last night she had held him so tightly, so intimately, while the other strangers watched silently. Her shame and vanity tossed aside as she surrendered to this stranger in front of a room full of people, and yet she still had no idea who they were.

              And then there was Kat, her roommate, her first and only real friend since arriving at Saint George's University. After an awkward first night when the two young women discovered they shared the same secret dreams, dreams that woke them both each night aching and soaked between their thighs with a burning lust. They had quickly become inseparable. Even their dreams joined together. They laid side by side on altars covered in red cloth as their bodies were ravaged each night, only to wake in their room together looking to one another for comfort. They had easily accepted the unusual situation and embraced it. Each was struggling inside with a troubled past and an emptiness that the connection between them seemed somehow to fill. But now that emptiness was almost overwhelming. The coldness of the empty dorm room was enough to even douse the normally uncontrollable flames that had begun to brew between Anna's legs. Kat was gone, vanished in the middle of the night without a trace except the Christmas gift Anna had given her just before.

              Despite the mystery of the dreams, of the strangers, turning into a lustful reality that she ached for, the mystery had a dark side as well. There was something else out there. Anna didn't know what it was, but she had heard the sounds of it, felt it chasing if not hunting her the night that Kat had disappeared. Even remembering the sound piercing the darkness of the night made her shiver to her core. But then there was Conner. He had protected her. He had taken her as well and made her a woman. She had to wipe away the tears now and steel herself against her fear. She was no longer a child who could hide in a glass of her mother's warm milk as the thunder and lightning raged outside her window. She was grown now, a woman, Connor's woman. And the tattoo she had awakened with on her ankle proved it. She didn't know what the symbol really meant. It was two elegantly curved S's facing one another, inscribed somehow on her skin while she slept after her surrender. But to her, it was his mark, and that was all that mattered. She remembered what the one stranger had said. His rumbling voice still made her insides shake.

              “The bride must surrender openly,” she remembered his words and wondered. Was she a bride? Was Conner her husband? She had so many questions. So much she didn't even begin to understand. But what she did know was that Kat was gone, and she couldn't stand to be alone in the cold empty dorm room. She felt hollow and cold down to her bones.

              “I need a fucking hot shower,” she said to herself and rose up from the bed. Still holding the silver chain, the dream catcher pendant suspended and swinging as she walked, Anna grabbed her shower basket and headed into the hall. As she walked down the long hallway she noticed the other students. A lot of people just left their doors open on their hallway. She saw some people studying with their earphones in while others roamed around sociably. They all ignored Anna, though. She was used to it. She and Kat had quickly become outsiders in the dorm. The fact they were constantly together mixed with the nightly screams of illicit passion wrought from their dreams had labeled them the creepy gay lesbian couple of the campus. Something that the two of them had often played up when the occasional guy made an unsolicited attempt to get in their pants. But now that she was alone the fact that not a single eye turned towards her as she walked the full length of the hall made her feel more like an outsider than she had ever experienced.

              In the bathroom Anna stripped off her clothes and placed the plastic basket full of bathing supplies on the tile floor of the shower stalls. The third shower on the left was the shower of choice as it seemed to have the hottest water. She carefully dialed in the knobs with the correct combination and waited for the steam to arrive. As the water rained down and the steam rose towards the ceiling, Anna stepped under the stream and closed her eyes. The heat sank into her skin and quickly washed away the chilling numbness that had consumed her. The change was more than she could handle. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the blue tile wall as her tears streamed down her cheeks and got lost in the raining shower. As she stood there motionless, she remembered the sound of Connor's voice.

              “You're very special, Anna,” she remembered him saying on the night they actually met for the first time. He had said it again the night he took her. And God, how he had taken her. Anna remembered it vividly as it had played out in her dreams so many times. But nothing had prepared her for the intensity of real life. Her body had been stripped by the other women and laid down on the altar. Her hands and ankles bound in thick leather straps. The memory of the course leather wrapped tightly around her wrists made Anna's clit tingle. With her head still leaning against the wall and her eyes closed, Anna's hand slipped down over her belly button and across her pelvis. She pictured it in her mind. The stranger’s eyes were on her bare exposed body as the two women spread her legs wide and bound them in the straps. The exposure alone had made her drip. She remembered aching as the wetness rolled down between the cheeks of her ass before the bonds were even tied. Even though she had always been a very modest even shy girl, it had thrilled her to be exposed so openly like that. As the water poured over her in the shower, Anna's fingers pushed their way between her swollen lips and pressed firmly to her now pulsing clit.

              “Fuck!” she whimpered and then bit her lower lip between her teeth. Anna's legs wobbled slightly with the first few circles that her fingers made around her tiny nub. She clamped her eyes and leaned into the shower wall as she started to work herself vigorously. The images of the night before swelling in her mind until nothing else would fit. She remembered Connor between her legs, his mouth and how amazing it felt to have his tongue flicking out over her lips. Anna's legs stiffened as her fingers spun faster and faster circles wildly maneuvering over the thundering pulse of her clit. The water of the shower had started to cool but she didn't notice at all. A pale blue light emanated from her skin, and the heat flowing from the surface of her body caused the water to steam up and drift away. Her legs jerked as the memory of Connor's cock spreading her lips filled her mind. Her fingers worked to keep pace with her growing lust. Anna grabbed the edge of the stall wall tightly to keep herself from slipping to the floor. Her teeth still gnashed at her lip, her hips bucked against her fingers as they pressed hard to her body and worked frantically with her building need.

              “Unnnnn!” Anna groaned out as her body shook. The bathroom lights flickered over head but she didn't notice as she rode the waves of pleasure that were swelling inside her. The aura, like tiny fingers of intense blue flames, surrounded her body and lapped off her into the steamy air of the room. She quivered violently as her knees buckled, and she fell slightly into the stall wall. The light fixtures flashed as sparks sprang out and rained down into the showers streaming flow. The pipe fitting on the sinks began to vibrate and groan along with the sounds that were now flowing from Anna's open mouth. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt, something inside Anna broke free, and her body burst into convulsions. “Fuck!” She cried out as her orgasm shattered her. She collapsed to the tile floor as the sink pipes behind her burst and the room flooded quickly. The light fixtures exploded in a final burst of glowing sparks that spilled down over Anna's writhing body. As she lay on the floor, her empty core throbbing and her legs shaking, the entire dorm fell into darkness.

              Anna was laying on the floor as her body cooled. Now the shower water rained down like winter sleet. The cold drops striking against her steaming flesh like tiny knives. As the emergency lights flickered to life overhead, her eyes managed to open as she tried to take in her surroundings. As she looked across the bathroom she saw the devastation. The sinks had burst, and the flood was too much for the clogged drain in the floor to process. Her body was laying in a three-inch pool as she tried to recover her senses. Just then she noticed him standing there beyond the stall opening. She was too exhausted to jump and simply gazed up into his eyes.

              “Anna, you're going to have to learn to control it,” he said as he looked down over her naked body. Anna thought for a moment she should try to cover herself, but she simply just didn't care anymore.

              “The whole campus could walk in and have a peek,” she thought to herself, and then quickly let the thought slide by as her skin started to tingle again. She just looked up at him. She looked into those eyes that had once made her so nervous and afraid, and she felt nothing but longing.

*****

              “Come on, baby girl. You can't stay here like this,” he said as he draped a towel over her and knelt beside her. Slipping his arms under her legs and around her back, he easily lifted her from the tile. Anna leaned into his chest, too weak to struggle, too weak to do much of anything. She just wanted to be in his arms.

              “He called me baby girl,” she thought as she snuggled into him, a warm sense of pride washing over her. As he lifted her, he moved effortlessly across the room as if her weight was nothing at all to him. As he passed by the emergency light, it turned off leaving the entrance to the hallway dark. He carried her down the hall toward her room. As his steps drew them near another light, it faded into darkness so that none of the other people in the dorm seemed to notice a tall man carrying a naked woman down the middle of the hallway. They all seemed to be caught up in the frantic celebration of the power outage anyway. He reached her room. The door simply opened before him as he walked through and laid her down on the bed.

              “My pendant!” Anna said, suddenly realizing she didn't have it as she tried to rise up off the bed despite her body's complaints.

              “Hush,” Connor said as he drew the blankets off Kat's bed and walked towards her. Anna's body instantly fell limp and she dropped into the pillows. Connor laid the blankets over her naked body and tucked them around her. “I have it here, little one.” he said as he pulled the silver chain from his pocket and slipped it around her neck. Anna grabbed hold of the pendant and gripped it to her chest as she reach out toward him with the other hand.

              “Don't go!” she pleaded meekly as she took his hand. Connor looked down at her, her wet hair sticking to her face and he smiled. He stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. He took hold of her body wrapped tightly in the blankets and moved her to his side. He seemed to manipulate her body effortlessly. Anna rolled over and draped herself across his chest and snuggled into him tightly. “Mmmm, thank you.”

              “Just rest, Anna,” Connor said as he wrapped his arms around her. The closeness of him made her feel safe, a feeling she was desperate for. “I'm going to tell you a story so just lay still and listen.”

              “Ok,” Anna said as she held close to him. She was starting to love his commanding presence and would have done anything he wanted. “Anything he wants,” she thought to herself as her body began to shed its chill more rapidly.

              “Hush, Anna,” he said again as his hand stroked her back. “Try and stay calm. You've already done enough damage for one night.” There was something to this command he seemed so fond of. When she heard it roll off his tongue, it vibrated through her like the soft thump of a bass guitar, and every muscle in her body instantly relaxed. She instantly calmed down, and the heat settled between her thighs again.