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  “My father would never agree that!” I breathed my voice horse with shock. “This would have never occurred to him!”

  “That is why his constituents eliminated him and your mother, and the Triton was born.”

  “Eliminated?”

  “You don’t have to be alive to gather DNA, young one. The only unfortunate thing is that your parents managed to destroy our time window. We knew that they had to have another one, but you mother and father expired before they could tell us where they hid it. So we remained trapped like the Original Triton, the rulers of heaven and earth.”

  “The Tritons were defeated by their offspring,” I whispered as I stared at the thing that shared the same DNA as I. I was ready to throw up

  Both men laughed.

  “Too bad we need you alive. I would enjoy seeing you bleed,” my fathers clone said, all amusement suddenly washed away.

  I stared at him, but a glimmer of some kind caught my attention. Was there someone creeping up beside the two men? I quickly returned my attention to him, not wanting to give any notice that the men may be in for an ambush.

  “What about the people who live here? The rebels?”

  “That is what you get when you cross the DNA of a brilliant human with those of some of the plain life here. Play around with their structure, mutate a few genes, and you have the perfect solider. Too bad they refused to listen.”

  “You used brilliant minds,” I added, trying to keep him talking. “What did you expect? If you didn’t want independent speakers, you should have used a lesser quality DNA.”

  “We used what we had, because of your father trapping us here. But the time for our captivity is over! Like the mythical Tritons exploded out of Tarturus, we shall leave this rotting jungle and turn the barren wasteland of earth 3009 into our home.”

  “Not if the mirror is broken.”

  They turned to look beyond me, and there was Luster.

  From the expression on his face I knew that he had heard everything the men had to say. I also knew that he had figured out something while I was distracting them.

  “Look! It’s your son!” my father’s look alike crowed.

  Then the final piece fell into place.

  Luster could activate the time window because he had something of the other’s DNA within him!

  It wasn’t the letters or the box that had brought us together! It was him touching the mirror! His DNA and his voice activated the portal.

  In his hand, Luster held the mirror. It was a longish affair wide enough to pull a body through, but rather plain, like the one on my dresser.

  But Luster held it in such a way that we all knew that he was going to throw it.

  “You don’t want to do that,” The guards look alike said. “It is our window out of here, boy! Think of it! A whole new world! You have conquering in your genes! I planned you, Luster. I created the mixture that runs through your veins! It is in you to conquer!”

  “We will,” he said and the guard clone smiled. “Conquer you.”

  With that, he threw the mirror with some force against the rocks that stood beside the waterfall. The mirror shattered into countless pieces of glass.

  “No!” both clones wailed, but their screams of denial were drowned out by the loud battle cries of the rebels in full battle mode.

  “Like in legend,” I growled as I rose to my feet. “The Tritons will be overthrown by their offspring.”

  I pointed and the men turned and paled.

  There before them, a brilliant rainbow of glowing color, were the children that they themselves had created.

  The men backed away in fear, wanting to run away but having no place to turn. And their children were closing in for the kill.

  Epilogue

  With your touch you teach me

  You take me to new worlds, show me things that I never imagined.

  Touch me again, teach me all

  So that others will learn from us

  Be their guide, My Love

  Show them the way!

  From the letter box

  I lay huddled against Luster, still in quite a bit of shock.

  We had returned to the Citadel after the clones and their men disappeared under the wave of brightly colored warriors, all out for revenge.

  But there was still a lot that we didn’t understand. I figured that some things would never be explained.

  “How did you know that I wouldn’t be sucked into the void?” I asked as I snuggled against his chest.

  I wiggled as his large warm hands worked their way down my back to cup my ass. I held in a squeal as a wondering finger eased over the hidden rosebud there, making my body grow wet where I began to grind against his thigh.

  “You said it Sinopee,” he laughed as I wiggled closer to that exploring finger. “It was my voice and my touch.”

  I murmured in shocked delight as that finger pressed inward and invaded my tight hole. His other hand moved around to pluck at my clit.

  “Your touch,” I gasped as my whole body quivered in delight. I could feel my juices flowing over his hand as he began to play with my body.

  “Pay attention,” he laughed as his finger burrowed deeper, wrenching a moan from my throat.

  “I am,” I insisted as my hand slid up his chest to grasp his nipple ring. He groaned as I gave it a tug, his whole body shuddering in pleasure-pain.

  “Well, your parents gave you the letters in the box knowing that nothing would make you part from them, knowing that you would sit in front of their mirror and touch the paper, that you would feel connected to them that way.”

  He closed his eyes as my hand left his nipple with its ornament and slid down to grip his cock at the base.

  “Go on,” I insisted and purred as two fingers invaded my wet cunt.

  “So it was a safe bet,” he breathed as he slid me to my back and hovered above me. “That the stuff about disappearing into a void was a threat to make sure that if you ever got here, you would not let the box fall into wrong hands.”

  I felt a slick trail as the head of his cock, leaking precum, slid across my thigh and pressed against the damp fur guarding my weeping womanhood.

  “Yes,” I breathed arching against him, trying to force his finger and his erection deep into me.

  “So that if you ever got here, you could show us how to use the things that the Triton left behind.”

  I froze at that.

  “The stuff... Oh shit yes!”

  As I paused, Luster took this opportunity to drive his cock home deep!

  “The... Stuff.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.

  I screamed as my legs flew up to wrap around his waist, driving him deeper into me. His finger began a counter thrust that almost over-stimulated me, almost brought me pain. But I screamed and begged for more. The lines between discomfort and ultimate joy were blurring! Right now, any sensation added to the sensations crawling thought my body.

  My world shifted, consciousness dropped away as my being became a thing of complete orgasmic delight.

  Colors swirled behind my closed eyes and each of his movements rocked me higher and higher.

  I could feel the sweat pouring off of me, felt his weight as he shifted to the side a bit to grind against me, mashing my clit against his soft pubic hair and adding yet another thrill to my convulsing body.

  His thrusts became rougher, harder as he grunted above me, setting a rhythm that my body had no choice but to follow.

  I began to shake as tension built and built. I trembled as I arched up against him, every muscle straining for completion!

  Then it broke!

  I screamed as my body began to convulse around him. I felt the muscles in my ass clench around his finger as my inner walls tightened around his cock, milking him intently, trying to drain the life out of his body.

  He, too, cried out as orgasm took hold of his body, making him writhe and quake above me.

  I felt the hot splash of his seed and it soothed me.
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  “Sinopee,” he gasped as he settled, shaking in reaction atop my still quivering body.

  I felt him ease his finger free of me, and then I was engulfed in a tight embrace, our body trembling together as we both began to calm.

  “Teach me to be a thinker,” he gasped as he rolled to the side, keeping our bodies joined even as he pulled my head to his chest.

  ‘You want me to...use my gifts?”

  “Yes,” be breathed. “This science thing has to be understood.”

  “But what about the magic? Have you given up on it?” I asked, as I stroked my hand across his damp back. His muscles still trembled.

  “I will never give up on magic, but I see the merit of science.”

  “Really?” I chucked weakly. Damn, these sessions with Lust left me totally drained.

  “Yes,” he replied as he bent low to take my lips with his. “How else will you explain us both touching the mirror at the same time or how you just happen to be my true mate?”

  I couldn’t argue with his reasoning. I couldn’t say anything anyway. I was too busy eating at his mouth, taking in his unique flavor, playing catch-me with his tongue.

  Besides, who could explain the greatest bit of magic ever created?

  Who could explain love?

  The Quest: Hunter’s Passion

  © Marilyn Lee, 2002.

  Chapter One

  Jemi Hunter stood in the middle of the dilapidated shack, shivering. A cold, damp wind whistled through the many holes in what was left of the walls of the only building still standing in the whole so called town. Coming there had been just plain stupid, not to mention superstitious. This was a hell of a way to spend Valentine’s Day: alone in a long abandoned mining town several hours from home and the romantic evening her boss, Mark LeFarr had wanted to spend with her.

  Used to women falling over themselves for the chance to be showered with diamonds, spend long weekends sailing on yachts in the New England harbor, and enjoying European vacations, the middle-aged telecommunications multi-millionaire found her attitude strange. Such delights were only enjoyable in the right company. The right company was no longer available to her. She sighed; at least not outside of her dreams.

  Not that she ever dreamed of Cody anymore. Her dreams lately had taken on frightening and inexplicable dimensions. In them, she had a new lover, whose face was never revealed, because he always took her from behind. His huge, hairy bronze body brought her incredible pleasure and joy. When she woke after one of those dreams, she always wished it could have gone on long enough for her to turn and see the face of her dream lover.

  This hardly seemed the place to fulfill fantasies, but this was where the letter, Cody’s letter, had instructed her to come. This was definitely not a good idea—unless, of course, the letter really was from Cody.

  Glancing around the interior of the building with its rotting floorboards and broken parts of tables and chairs, she decided it had once been a restaurant or a place where miners had spent their leisure time gambling or whoring. Why would Cody want her there? More to the point, how could Cody want her anywhere?

  Five long, lonely years had passed since the accident. She’d watched in helpless desperation as Cody struggled to recover. In the end, the massive injuries sustained in a police pursuit gone wrong had taken their toll. She’d lost him after just two short years of marriage. Before he lapsed into the final coma, when he knew he wouldn’t survive, he had promised to find a way to return to her. Now, according to the letters, he had.

  Remembering the anguish of losing him, she shivered again, her eyes filling with tears. She had spent weeks sobbing uncontrollably, unable to fully accept the condolences of Cody’s colleagues because she couldn’t accept that he was lost to her forever. It had taken a full year before she could talk about him without dissolving into helpless tears. Slowly, with the help of her friends, she had moved on with her life. Then, just as she was on the verge of deciding maybe her next-door neighbor, Jeff, could be more than a part-time lover, the dreams had started. Shortly afterwards, the letters began arriving.

  She had come home to find the first letter with no stamp or postmark in her mailbox at the beginning of the previous November. On recognizing the writing, her heart had begun to pound wildly. The letter had said simply: I miss you. I’m working on a way for us to be together again. Get ready. After that, a new letter had arrived each week. After each letter, she would experience another of the dreams where her dream lover came to her. Before long, she’d been living for the letters and had begun to embrace the dreams. Two days earlier, the last letter arrived.

  Her dream lover had ravaged her all that night. She had lain in her bed, shuddering with pleasure as he filled her with a huge, impossibly long cock and fucked her to oblivion. She had clutched her pillow to her face to silence her screams of pleasure when she came. When she opened her eyes, she’d screamed at the sight of the face of her lover who was definitely not human.

  The next morning she’d awaken tired and shaken, unable to recall what her lover had looked liked or why she’d screamed. As she ate breakfast, she had sat staring at the two rose like long-stemmed flowers with purple petals and red and green centers that had come with the letter. The letter had instructed her to come to this place on Valentine’s Day and ended with the promise:

  The time for us to be together again has arrived, Jemi. Our being together again will require that you be very brave and trust that I would never ask you to do anything that would cause irreparable harm. It will also require a great sacrifice of you. If you long to be with me as I do with you, come to me here on February 14th and we will enjoy a wonderful and exotic Valentine’s Day that we can both cherish forever.

  Cody, who loves you still.

  She opened her long wool coat and looked down at the dark brown leather outfit she wore. With its short skirt, halter-top, and long dark boots, she looked like something out of a Hercules movie. She grimaced. Well, she would if her thirty-six-year old body was more buxom and buff. She had let herself go somewhat after Cody’s death. Well, hell. It was too late for regrets that she hadn’t started working out more vigorously sooner. She’d have to work with what she had.

  She smiled. Cody had always loved her in short, tight leather outfits with no panties. He hadn’t minded the fact that she had a slight tendency to be overweight. He used to say he liked his woman to have a little meat on her bones. When she’d complained that her butt was too big, he’d grin and tell her it was perfect for clutching as he ate her. He would then proceed to bury his face between her legs and give her the most delicious oral sex she’d ever had.

  She had come here today, hoping that somehow Cody had found a way to be with her again. She shook her head. That was crazy. Cody was dead. Long dead. She was going to go home and go straight to Jeff’s apartment. They would spend the night together and once and for all, she would put thoughts of Cody and what they’d lost out of her mind and heart. And that went double for her dream lover.

  A loud crash sounded behind her and she spun around. The wooden door hung open on one hinge. In the fading light she saw a huge cat with the body of a beautiful bronze panther but the dark golden mane of a lion crouched in the threshold. And she knew why she’d screamed the night before.

  Every muscle in her body, including those in her throat, froze. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t think of anything except the fact that she was about to die.

  Then, without a sound, the big cat leapt at her. Her legs gave way and she collapsed onto her back. In an instant, the animal straddled her body. The big head lowered. She felt the hot breath on her face. Looking up into the green slitted eyes, her throat muscles relaxed and she opened her mouth to scream.

  Jemi, don’t be afraid. It’s me, Cody. Trust me, Jemi.

  The words were projected directly into her mind. This strange, huge cat could not be her Cody. Yet, he felt familiar. He smelled familiar...he looked familiar...the long, bronze body with the r
ippling muscles and the Hunter green eyes.

  It’s me, Jemi. Trust me.

  “But...how?”

  Trust me.

  “Cody, I do trust you. What should I do?”

  Trust me. I’m going to lay on you and cover you completely. It will be frightening, but when you awake, we will be together again in a special place.

  Heart thumping, she closed her eyes and held her breath as the big cat lay its body on hers, covering her completely; suffocating her. When she opened her mouth to scream, it was too late.

  * * * * *

  His sleek, thick cock emerged from its sheath. In the act of draping his big body over the back of the female he held between his forepaws, he paused, his big maned head turned to the side. Jeroni, propped on her elbows in the damp grass several yards to his right in the clearing of the forest, got a good unobstructed view of his pink-headed cock. Now why couldn’t she meet a two-legged male with a foot and a half long dong? It was all well and good having a flexible, contracting pussy, but no matter what the elder women of Volter said, when it came to cocks, bigger and thicker was definitely better than small, short and slender.

  Hunter settled over the female. Through the psychic bond she shared with the big cat, Jeroni felt Hunter’s pleasure as he slowly pushed his length into the feline’s warm, tight passage. Sighing softly, she lowered her upper body until she could rest her chin on her folded arms and watched Hunter’s lean flanks pumping his length deep into the female’s tunnel. Ever since she could remember, watching Hunter mate had provided her with a secret sexual thrill like no other. Now that the time for her life mating was at hand, watching the big cat mate gave her an ever-increasing erotic high.

  She licked her lips and smiled. Nothing Hunter liked better than a good, hard fuck. Fuck? She frowned. What did fuck mean? She dismissed her confusion as she sensed Hunter’s pleasure. Smiling at the sounds of the two cats mating, Jeroni rolled over onto her back, pushed up her short leather skirt and touched a finger to the small knob above her mating passage. Moving in time with the thrusts she felt through their bond, Jeroni dipped two fingers between her thighs. The muscles of her cunt tightened and the walls shortened until her passage fit like a glove around her fingers.