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Stone’s desire reached a fevered pitch and he reined it in hard. He very much wished he could reenact their joint dream last night—then she would be a true believer. However, he needed to get her back to Klatch as soon as possible before the Cunts found her. “As you wish, Princess.” He’d waited for years to touch and possess his betrothed, but he could not slide his aching cock inside her until her coming-of-age ceremony. She needed the sustenance of many strong Klatch men to fully attain her powers. Before that, emptying his seed inside her would be dangerous and most likely fatal.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t prove to her now that she already trusted him with her heart and body. Her heart-shaped face tipped up to him in a silent plea, her ripe lips softly parted, waiting. He threaded his fingers through her long mahogany ponytail. The hair flowed through his fingers like silk, the scent of honeysuckle scenting the air. He longed to see the cascade of hair surround her like a halo.

Her pale lavender eyes watched warily as he slipped the elastic band from her hair and let it fall to the floor. Freed from its prison, her hair fell in dark waves to her shapely waist. Pulling her tight against him, he ground his hard cock against her, enjoying the way her lips rounded in a surprised “o.” He feathered kisses over her face until she melted against him. “I told you I’d always come for you, Princess,” he whispered against her forehead. “And that we would be together.” She gasped. He knew she recognized the words he’d said in their dream last night. He swallowed the sounds of her surprise as he captured her mouth with his.

She tasted stronger in person, like honey and exotic spices, and his energy flowed into her with every touch and caress. She twined her arms around his neck and he pulled up the back of her skirt so he could touch the beautiful skin of her bottom through her thin panties. He hardened further as he remembered his two fingers buried deep inside her sweet ass in their dream joining last night. How much more intense would it be when he buried his cock inside her slit, taking her virginity?

He steeled himself against the urge to throw her to the ground and take her now. You are a Prince of Klatch, you have control over your urges. He just hoped it was true. Reluctantly, he pulled away and steadied her as she swayed on her feet, her eyes still closed in ecstasy. “Princess?” he asked softly.

Alyssa slowly opened her eyes, a large smile bloomed over her face. “It is you.” She traced his face tentatively with her fingers. “I’ve waited for you a long time. I’m ready for wherever you’re going to take me.”

“Leave now and I won’t kill you!” came a voice from the back of the apartment.

Alyssandra whirled in his arms to face the intruder. “Debbie, what are you doing?”

Stone stepped in front of his betrothed, protecting her from this Cunt bent on harming her. She may not be familiar with the ways of the witching world yet, but he was. He could feel the princess’s energy draining into this intruder witch’s aura. No wonder his beloved appeared drawn and exhausted. “I’ve come to reclaim the princess. You’ll have to find another victim to feed from, Cunt.”

“Debbie’s not—” Alyssa began.

“She is ours, Klatch. Step away from her, and I won’t kill you.” Debbie turned her attention to Alyssandra, her voice cajoling. “Come on, Lyssa. Are you going to believe some man over your best friend?”

Stone held his breath as shock clouded the princess’s lovely features. He couldn’t force her to come with him—that would only drain her powers further, and she was weak enough now that she might have complications from the trip between. She reached up to touch his face and he sent a jolt of his own energy flowing into her body. She moaned and stiffened from the contact and his cock throbbed.

“Lyssa, step away from him and go into your room. Now.” Debbie gestured toward the princess, increasing her drain spell, causing Alyssandra to sway.

He steadied her against him, then brought his hand down in a chopping motion across the field of draining energy, cutting the connection. Immediately, the Cunt’s legs buckled under her and she fell to her knees as her own spell rebounded toward its creator.

The princess straightened and whirled to face him. “What just happened?” She stared down at her pale roommate.

“She’s been draining your energy. The Cunts like to use the Klatch as a food supply of sorts. That’s why you’re always exhausted and tired.” Several emotions including hurt and shock flowed across her face one after another until finally, realization and then anger prevailed.

She stalked across the room where Debbie, still on her knees, knelt dazed and weak. “All this time, you’ve watched me take numerous medications and endure all those painful tests at the doctor every month and you continued to feed on me like…like a damned parasite? I trusted you…I wanted so much to be like you…”

Debbie raised a hand and as it connected with Alyssa’s ankle, she swayed again. Before Stone could raise his hand to hit the Cunt with another spell, Debbie’s hair began to stand on end and small sparks of static electricity popped and crackled along her skin. Suddenly the Cunt’s head snapped back, her eyes rolling upward until only the whites showed before she slumped to the floor.

Pride swelled in Stone’s chest. Alyssandra may not know how to use her Klatch powers yet, but she just proved to herself she had them.

She turned to him, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open with disbelief. “What did I do to her?”

“She tried to drain your energy and make you black out. You reversed the spell and took her energy instead.”

“How the hell…” She stared down at the still, pale form of the Cunt for several moments before turning to him. “I’m ready, Stone. There’s nothing here for me now. Show me who I really am.”

He concentrated, waved his hand in the air in front of him and opened a portal to the Klatch world. The air shimmered and expanded until it was an oval large enough for them to walk through. He raised the princess’s hand to his lips and brushed a kiss against the silky skin. “Come with me to your new life.”

Alyssa took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. The air around her sizzled, raising hairs all over her body. She shivered as the dark still air surrounded her, making it difficult to breathe, the tang of mold strong on the back of her tongue. Her only link to reality was his warm fingers twined with hers. Anxiety and doubts assailed her. What was this place? “Stone?” Her voice quivered. She hated the note of panic she heard.

“It is called between because it links the human world with our own.” His voice sounded distant and tinny. She squeezed his hand to reassure herself he stood right beside her. Each step became harder than the last, like walking through thick molasses. Her limbs, suddenly heavy, drug her down, her energy draining away. But just when she was about to ask Stone to stop and let her rest, a shimmering oval appeared in front of her, illuminating the blackness.

The oval grew until it was large enough for them to step through. The shimmering faded and a lush landscape appeared beyond the opening. A gasp sounded in her ears, echoing around her, and only when Stone chuckled did she realize the sound had come from her.

She stepped through the opening after him, unable to take her eyes off the sights before her. Dappled sunshine kissed green rolling hills that reminded her of pictures she’d seen of Ireland. Lush trees and plants of every color imaginable dotted the landscape in blues, greens, lavenders and reds. Birds and wildlife chirped and rustled, giving the impression that she’d stepped into a pristine rainforest. A crisp fresh breeze brushed the strands of her hair against her cheek and carried the sweet scent of flowers. Turning in a circle, she tried to take in every sight at once.

“Welcome home.”

His voice, dark and low, broke her out of her perusal and made her think of dark sweaty nights in his arms. Her nipples tightened to hard nubs and heat coiled in her stomach causing a new rush of moisture to dampen her thighs. She turned to Stone, and her heart swelled with hope and excitement for the first time in her life. The dream world she looked forward to every night had now become her reality. She was here with Stone in this amazing place. Even though the betrayal from the people she’d always thought of as her family still stung, she wasn’t ready to deal with those emotions yet. Instead, she concentrated on the here and now, a luxury she’d never let herself enjoy before. “Is this Klatch? And why is it daytime here, but night at home?”

“Actually, our world is called Tador. And the human world and ours are always on opposite schedules.” He pulled her into his arms and pressed the long line of his hard body against hers, his hard cock digging against her stomach. “You need more nourishment before we make the trek into the city.”

Thousands of questions flowed through her mind, but when Stone fused his mouth with hers, they all dissolved like dust on the wind. His tongue traced her lips before he dipped inside as if he sampled a delicacy. He tasted spicy and masculine, as if he’d drunk rum earlier. Kissing him greedily, she slid her fingers into his hair, and pulled him closer. Rough stubble scratched against her cheeks reminding her of how that same stubble felt against her swollen slit last night in her dreams. The thought immediately triggered another rush of moisture between her thighs. If her clit swelled any more, she thought it might explode.

Still kissing her, he pulled her down to lie on the soft grass beside him, in between two large trees, the leaves casting dappled light over their bodies. She wriggled closer, and pressed her breasts against his chest. A sense of power shot through her as he moaned into her mouth.

Her whole life she’d been timid and afraid, but with Stone, she could be confident and sexy. She planned to take full advantage of it. She ground her hips against the large erection straining at the front of his pants and ran a finger just under the waistband of his jeans to stroke the velvety tip of his cock. His surprised intake of breath made her smile.

“Alyssandra, you mustn’t tease me. I’ve waited too long for you.”

She tangled her tongue with his, gently pulled open the top button of his jeans, slowly unzipping them. She’d expected him to grab her hand as he’d done in her dreams. When he didn’t stop her, she reached inside his pants and finding no boxers or underwear of any kind, she wrapped her fingers around his large cock. He gasped, and his head dropped back onto the grass as if the sensation was too much for him.

She stroked the length of him, enjoying the silky feel of his skin against her palm, and the firm hardness when she squeezed him. He was long, thick and hot in her hand and she longed to trace him with her tongue or even better yet, impale herself and fuck him until they were both exhausted. Stone arched into her touch, and suddenly braver, she leaned down until she could trace a tentative line over the head of his cock with her tongue.

His breath hissed out, but when he didn’t push her away, she wrapped her lips around the engorged head, and caressed it with her tongue. She loved the silky texture of his cock inside her mouth. The taste of his pre come, tangy and sweet, burst across her tongue and she made an “mmm” sound deep in her throat. A surge of energy flowed through her body, traveling along every nerve ending until she was ready to burst.

When she slid her lips down over Stone’s shaft, taking him as deep as her throat would allow, a sudden orgasm burst over her and a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before her eyes. Then suddenly, the world began to spin until darkness swallowed her.

When her mind finally cleared, she was lying on her back, the soft grass tickling her arms and neck. Stone kneeled over her, his magnificent cock still hard and proud against his belly, protruding from the open fly of his jeans. She thought back over the last few minutes and gasped. How embarrassing! I finally get his cock in my mouth and I come…I must have bitten him or something!

Stone laughed. “You did not bite me, little one. My essence was too strong for you before your coming-of-age ritual. Only then will we be able to fully enjoy one another.”

She bolted upright and her head swam with the sudden movement. “How did you know what I was thinking?” Fear and embarrassment warred inside her.

He reached out to steady her. “Don’t worry, I can’t read your mind—not yet. The look on your face made it clear what horrible thing you thought you had done.” He brushed a wayward strand of hair out of her face. “You blacked out when my pre come overloaded your system. But on a bright note, you have enough energy now to make it into the city.”

Looking between them, she nodded toward his cock, still hard against his stomach. She reached up to smooth away the line of strain between his brows. “I have lots of questions about this coming-of-age ceremony, and everything else. But right now, you need some energy of your own.” She wrapped her fingers around him. After everything he’d done for her—even if most of it was in her dreams—she refused to leave him unsatisfied.

He placed a hand over hers, stopping her motions. “You can’t let my essence touch you, not yet. As you’ve already seen, it would be too dangerous.”

“I agree.” She pulled away from him before kicking off her boots. Then she stood to remove her jean skirt.

“What are you doing?” He sounded almost panicked.

Enjoying his discomfort, she continued to strip, dropping her clothes in a small pile beside her. “You obviously need energy, and from what I understand so far, anything sexual will do, right?”

Stone’s brows knit with confusion, but he nodded slowly. “Yes, anything sexual. But—”

Alyssa dropped her bra into the pile of clothes and stood bare before him. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way. This has been one of your fantasies for years, so why not make it come true? “Then let me see you, all of you. You can…take care of yourself, while I do the same.” When he only continued to stare at her, she continued quickly as if to ward off his impending rejection. “I just thought we would still be able to share sexual energy that way.”

A slow smile spread across his rugged face and he jumped to his feet, kicking off his boots while pulling his shirt over his head. “I love your creative thinking, Princess.”

Within seconds, he stood before her naked. His sculpted muscles were just as she’d imagined, his olive skin lightly dusted with dark hair. Following the line of his tapered waist, and the intriguing line of dark hair that arrowed down toward his groin, she studied his cock, now freed from his clothes and nestled in a patch of mahogany hair. His balls hung tight against his body and she wished she could feel their texture with both her mouth and her fingers.

She’d never touched a man’s balls before, in fact before a few minutes ago, she’d never held a cock in her hand, or tasted come. It was a day for firsts and she didn’t want to waste one minute.

Taking Stone’s offered hand, they knelt in the grass facing each other, their legs open, bent at the knees and tangled around each other. She giggled as the lush greenery tickled her bare ass and she leaned back against a large boulder, the stone cool against her bare back.

Stone grasped his cock and slowly stroked its impressive length. “Fuck yourself for me, Alyssandra. Let me see you.”

Reaching down tentatively, she rubbed her first two fingers against her aching clit. Sensations and energy flowed through her as her own juices coated her fingers, lubricating her movements. Stone continued to stroke himself, and she imagined his cock filling her, stretching her, his hot come spilling inside her. “I’ve always wanted to watch you pleasure yourself while I masturbate.” The flower-scented breeze played across her ripe nipples heightening her arousal.

Stone relaxed against the tree trunk, one hand cupped his balls, stroking his cock faster. Noticing pre come that glistened on the tip, she licked her lips and couldn’t wait to taste him again—hopefully when she could do it without blacking out. She rubbed her clit faster and with her other hand, rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and then pulled on the ripe bud, enjoying the fresh spurt of energy that surged through her. Her arousal continued to tighten inside her, energy flowing through her veins like lava. He stroked faster now, his breathing labored and uneven, matching her own.

“Come for me, Stone. Let me see you come, push me over the edge. Please…”

As if triggered by her words, Stone’s body shuttered and creamy fluid spurted from his cock. At the sight, her own orgasm broke over her in a rolling wave. Almost peripherally, she noticed he aimed to the side, so his essence wouldn’t touch her, and kept pumping, milking his cock until every last drop escaped.

Her head swam as the energy flowing through her threatened to overwhelm her. She slumped sideways, lying flat on the grass, and closed her eyes. Her nipples and her pussy still tingled with delicious little aftershocks and her bare skin prickled with goose bumps as the gentle breeze teased her already sensitized system. God help me, he didn’t even touch me and that’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

Stone pulled his T-shirt on over his head and turned to see Alyssandra pulling up her jeans skirt. “Well, witch,” he said with affection and smiled when she blushed. “It seems you’ve given us both enough energy to make it to the city and back ten times over, even with those orgasms.”

Her eyes widened with shock, but then her face softened and a smile blossomed across her face. “Anything I can do to help. And what do you mean, even with the orgasms?”

Stone knew she didn’t have much experience with compliments or praise. He planned to change that. “The sex helps you build your energy, but until you can harness it—until your coming-of-age ceremony, the orgasm drains some of it away again.”

“At least now I know why you left me hot and bothered every night and dissolved away.” She sat on a nearby boulder and pulled on her cowboy boots.

“Believe me, I would’ve liked nothing better than to finish what I started. I too was left ‘hot and bothered’ as you put it. But don’t worry, your ceremony will take care of that problem.” A mental picture of him sliding his aching cock inside her hot core sent a sudden flood of arousal straight toward his groin and he had to adjust himself inside the tight jeans more comfortably.

“How am I supposed to remember all this stuff? I feel very out of my element.”

The vulnerability in her eyes made him ache. This woman should have been raised as royalty, not treated like a pet for the Cunts. He fisted his hands at his sides, containing his anger. “You’ll learn, give yourself time.”

She nodded slowly and combed her fingers through her hair, smoothing the mahogany locks into a ponytail. Before she could slip the elastic band in place, he snatched it from her hand, pulling her into his arms and fused his mouth with hers. Threading his fingers through the silky waterfall of her hair, the scent of honeysuckle surrounded him and he inhaled, trying to imprint her smell into his memory.

Pulling back reluctantly, he leaned his forehead against hers. “This is your world, Alyssandra—yours and mine. We will rule together and the world will prosper.” He took a deep breath and then said with obvious strain in his voice, “And don’t bind your hair. There’s not a bigger crime against nature than hiding your beautiful crowning glory.” He kissed her forehead and took her hand as he resisted the urge to undress her again and spend the entire day discovering every secret her curvy body held. “Ready for the walk into the city?”

She nodded and bent to pick a small blue flower, bringing it to her nose to inhale the musky vanilla fragrance she knew it held. “Tell me about the city. What’s it like?”

They walked hand in hand, picking a path through the trees, the wind whistling through the leaves and branches high above them. The path before them dappled with sunlight. “It’s beautiful, built from balda, the white stone which is native to Tador. Throughout the city, there are waterfalls and fountains that feed into bathing pools and several large grassy areas dotted with trees and flowers.” He pulled a branch back, allowing her to pass before letting it spring back into place.

“It sounds lovely. And a bathing pool sounds great about now.”

Trying not to think about all the wonderful things he wanted to do to her inside a bathing pool, he swallowed hard and willed his erection to relax. “Soon enough. But for now, I think we should discuss your parents.”

She stopped walking and turned to face him, all the blood draining from her face, leaving her pale and drawn. “My parents?” Pulling her hand from his grasp, she slumped down against a large boulder. “I’ve thought about it a few times since I found out about my parents—my real parents. But I think I was afraid to ask.”

“Why?” He knelt in front of her and placed a finger under her chin, raising it until she met his gaze. “They have been looking for you for twenty-three years. It was extremely hard for them to wait until I reached maturity and could psychically connect with you. Until that day when I turned sixteen, they didn’t know if you were dead or alive.”

She sighed, the sound sad and vulnerable. “How much worse for them. I spent my entire life not even knowing they existed.” Her eyes sparkled with tears and a lone drop slid down her cheek.

He caught the tear on the end of his finger before he placed the salty liquid on his tongue, her energy and her grief surging through him from the contact.

“What do I say to them? How do I know they won’t be disappointed with who I am?”

He pulled her against his chest and buried her head against his shoulder, as Alyssa let the sobs come. “Shhh, beloved. They will love you as I do.” She stiffened in his arms at his words. She would have to come to terms with his feelings for her, but not now. He knew she hadn’t thought him real all those years, but he had always known one day they would be together.

He’d lost his heart to her over the course of the first several months of their dream contacts. Meeting the real woman all these years later only assured him of his love. “They are your parents and would gladly have traded places with me all these years. I got to connect with you each night and they were forced to wait until I came into my powers and was able to search for you in the human realm.”

Gently rocking her, he let her sob. He knew years of frustration and loneliness had finally caught up to her as well as the betrayal of those she thought were her family. Through her dreams, he’d learned enough to know that the Cunts had eroded her self-confidence and sense of worth from infancy. She’d spent her life hiding behind baggy clothes and developed an uncanny ability to blend into the background. He’d done his best inside her dreams to show her how special a woman she was, but each dream connection took so much energy, he often didn’t have time to do anything but give her sustenance and retreat before having to recharge himself.

She pulled away far enough to raise her tear-stained face to his. “Do they look like me?” She looked so hopeful and fragile, he was glad to reassure her.

Wiping away her tears with his thumb, he nodded. “Your mother looks just like you, except her hair is longer. King Darius looks much like me—all the Klatch do. Dark hair and lavender eyes are the easiest ways to identify the Klatch.”

“Darius…” She looked up at him, her teary eyes sad. “I can’t believe I don’t even know their names. What’s my mother’s name?”

He swallowed hard. How would she react when she learned of her mother’s illness? “Annalecia,” he said softly and kissed her forehead. He knew he’d have to face it and tell her eventually, but not while she was still so fragile. She took a deep breath and smiled, hoping to lighten her mood. “If you continue to cry, all your energy will be drained before we even get into the city. And if that happens, we’ll be extremely late getting back.”

She laughed, as he’d hoped. The sound twisted around his heart, warming him.

“I suppose I should pull myself together so I can meet them.” Wiping her eyes on the tail of her oversized shirt, she straightened and stood. Will I have a chance to get a shower before I meet them? I don’t want them to see me like this.” She gestured down at her rumpled clothes and looked so beautiful, he was tempted to get her out of them again.

“Earth to Stone,” she said, and waved a hand in front of his face.

He laughed as he realized he’d been staring. “Yes, you’ll have a chance to get cleaned up before your parents see you. I just wish I could help.” He pictured her naked and glistening with water in the bubbling baths, surrounded by dozens of other voluptuous Klatch women.

Turning to him with desire smoldering in her lavender eyes, she asked, “Why can’t you?”

“Because there is too much of a risk that some of my essence would reach you within the waters. Women who have not yet gone through the coming-of-age bathe together in all-female baths. It’s not a matter of modesty for them to bathe apart from the men, but necessity.”

Her beautiful brow creased and she chewed her full bottom lip. He already knew from their short time together that this meant she was pondering something. “So, all Klatch women have that issue, not just me?

Smoothing the crease from her brow with his fingers, he took her hand and they began to walk again. “Every Klatch has a coming-of-age, both men and women. But you are a princess and have more tolerance. What you experienced from just a small taste of essence is nothing compared to what effects a nonroyal would have.”

“What about the men, do they have a bad reaction to ‘female essence’?”

“Actually, they do. Female juices are just as dangerous for males before that time, but fortunately, males have their coming-of-age at sixteen, not twenty-four.”

She whistled and he stared fascinated with the way her lips worked together to make the sound. “Another sexist society.” She smiled, removing the sting from her comment, and stopped walking, turning to face him. “You said once the ceremony is performed we’ll be able to…finish what we started. We’ll be able to do anything without worrying about me blacking out. Right?”

Stone smiled at her enthusiasm and took both her hands in his, placing a gentle kiss on the back of each. “You are exactly right, Princess. And I can’t wait.” He just hoped she’d still be so enthusiastic once he explained the ritual to her.