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Yes, when it came to battle they would surely be a force to be reckoned with. And that was just as it should be. They were, after all, key members of the prince’s guard, those chosen above all other warriors to guard and protect the prince and his family. And these two, her mates, had been hand selected by the prince to journey off island in search of a haven or allies. She had no idea what, if anything, they had found, no idea what had brought them back at this time. But she knew that eventually they would tell her. They had said several times that they expected her to travel with them, to be with them always. And they embraced the fact that she wore warrior pants instead of the skirts of an island woman. Yes, these two warriors were made for her.
Drew brought her back with a sharp cry and the pressure of his fingers pinching her swollen clit. She bucked between them and cried her own release as Sorran pinched her nipples and thrust deep inside her ass, spilling his cum as she clenched and released around him. Her body shuddered and collapsed. She couldn’t move, had trouble just catching her breath as she struggled under the force of the pleasure rocking through her body. It was more than she could stand, more than she could take. With a gasp she dropped her head forward onto Drew’s sweat-soaked chest and gave in to the darkness pulling at her.
Just a little nap before they left the relative safety of the cavern they were in. She had a feeling that they were going to need it. A journey lay just before them, one that could mean the very lives of everyone on the Isle of Altair. Something was in the air, and soon she would no longer be able to deny the pull in her soul. Destiny awaited them all. And something told her that more blood would spill before it all came to an end.
* * * * *
Asme stood before her mother, once the island priestess, and bowed her head in respect. She had entered the chamber of the goddess and called for the power to complete what was already begun. And in answer to her call, her mother had appeared to her, not in spirit, but in flesh.
“I have waited for this call,” Althea spoke softly to her.
“How long did you know that this was coming, Mother?” Asme asked. “How long had you foreseen what was in store for us? For me?”
Althea smiled softly and reached out to brush her hand across her daughter’s cheek. “Always. I have always known what would be expected of you. Your purpose was clear to me before you were ever even conceived.” She met Asme’s gaze and her eyes shone with moisture. “I knew and I grieved for what would happen. But I knew that you would also know great love before the time came. And I held that promise closest to me. And you have. You have experienced a love like no other. A love that was all that I could have wished for you.”
“And what of the betrayal? Was that foretold as well?” Asme asked, but in her heart she already knew the answer and her mother’s nod only confirmed it.
“With great joys also come great pain. It is the balance that keeps life moving forward. In your heart you know this.”
Asme nodded but knowing it and living it were two very different things. She closed her eyes for a moment and grieved for what could have been, for what briefly was, and for what was still to come. Destiny would not be thwarted or altered. She opened her eyes and met her mother’s with a resolve that showed in every line of her body.
“I’m ready,” was all Asme said as she slowly began to disrobe and reach for the ceremonial robe that lay on the altar before her.
Althea nodded but her heart broke for her child. In that moment she would have gladly traded places if only the goddess would have allowed it. But this was Asme’s destiny and Althea could do nothing. What must be done could not be stopped. For everything, the very Isle of Altair, depended on what Asme would set into place. The Mystic would finally fully awaken and come into her power. Then all would rest in her hands. The Guardians would be called and the last leg of the journey begun twenty-five years before would commence. Now all she could do was pray for the safety of each of the Guardians. For all would be lost if one should die.
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