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“Whipped cream?” he asked.

Sedona stared. “How did you do that?” The bowl of whipped cream she’d made, what was still left, had appeared on the table.

“Yours is better.” Volcano put a heaping spoonful on his merry berry pancakes. “Ether storage.”

“Yes.” She watched him scrape out the rest for her pancakes. “You’re just full of delightful surprises,” she softly spoke, not knowing what to feel. “Does that mean I have to make whipped cream for you?”

“You’ll adore making whipped cream for me,” he promised, a sensual joy in his voice she’d never heard.

“The domestic angel, yeah, that was always my dream come true.” Sedona tasted her pancakes. “Heavenly, heavenly,” she ecstatic murmured. She couldn’t help herself. Relieved that he ate enthusiastically, she concentrated on her own and drank the huge glass of cold milk. Finally she sipped the divine peppermint hot chocolate, swirling it with the candy cane.

Then she realized she didn’t need to use the bathroom. Why? It was an odd sensation. “Manna food. Is that why the ladies’ room isn’t calling?”

“Mostly.” Volcano dabbed the tip of her nose with whipped cream, and finesse-licked it off. “My vibes are rubbing off on you.”

“Your vibes or your brute rubbing in me?”

“The incredible magic of a carnal cherub,” he deep lilting spoke. His gaze caressed her.

“It is!” She’d begun to rail at him, but decided against it. What was to be gained now? He’d already had his ‘brute rubbing’ way with her. “Truth is to be valued,” she sliced with the calmness of her tone.

“My truth angel,” he murmured his caress of her.

Sedona felt strangely respected. She sighed in resignation, habit from a long, mostly cruel life of having to accept the ‘truth’.

“If you’ll excuse me, if there is a ladies room, I need a few breaths to myself.”

Volcano lifted her up and over his lap, gently setting her on the floor. “The largest wreath,” he directed.

Spying the ostentatious wonderful creation, complete with jingle bells, Sedona headed in that direction, and noticed many appreciative male glances, a phenomena that hadn’t occurred in ages. “Benefits from the incredible magic of a carnal cherub,” she muttered, opened the door.

The bright shine of mirrors reflected off each other, sunbeams intensified. There were the usual facilities and there was not. Sedona stretched out on a white divan. She caught glimpses of her rejuvenated flesh as she fully cat-stretched. Resting her head on a roll pillow, she relished the moments of privacy. At least, she hoped it was private. Who knew these days?

One arm over her brow, she shut her eyes, wondered if this was their version of light therapy. Almost immediately a Hollywood version of a Mayan pyramid popped into her mind, the Kukulcan pyramid in gleaming white and gold. She stood at the base gazing upwards, the pristine pearl steps a mystical connection to the Feathered God Divine. Golden streams of light, fine as stardust, fed the golden serpents magnificently twining up the pyramid.

Shading her eyes against the radiance, she observed a tall angular man in a plain linen garment, standing reverently at the top. He was taller, thinner than ordinary humans, maybe ten feet. His face was oddly elongated. His hair, cornsilk white, flowed past his shoulders. His gaze while somber also seemed impossibly gentle. His eyes pierced her, sharp blue diamonds of truth. He held a staff similar to a shepherd’s crook, yet platinum futuristic in design.

Staring at her, he used the staff to move her eye away from him. Rivers of blood spurted from the top of the pyramid. Sedona screamed, horrified.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way,
echoed loudly in her mind. She opened her eyes, still hearing his words—
it wasn’t supposed to be this way
.

A sheen of sweat covered her. Sedona sat up, bursting breaths in and out. Pounding sounded on the door. The words remained, a broken record in her mind, the broken records in her youth. “Enter,” she managed, her heart rate slowing.

“Sedona, what’s wrong?” her cherub demanded. He knelt before her, concern deepening his purple spectacular eyes.

“At least, you knock,” she softly rushed the words. “A vision, I guess.”

“What did you see?”

Briefly, she told him, her pulse, her thought slowing to rational.

“Kukulcan,” Volcano calmed. “Kukulcan as he appeared to the Maya people. He had hoped to elevate them above a baser nature, a shining-spirit example to other races of how to live on Earth. He felt he was only partially successful.”

“Is he returning? To Earth?”

“He never left. He resides in one of the crystalline cities, not seen usually because of the higher utopian frequency.”

Sedona blinked, studied her earnest intense cherub.

“I don’t suppose he’s attending Maya Toga Days.”

“He wouldn’t miss it. I don’t have a visual of his decided-upon physical appearance, yet.”

“His way of saying ‘hi’?” she asked, her tone delicate sarcasm.

“His way of showing you ‘truth’.” Her cherub grinned widely—a you-asked-for-it grin.

“A demonstration of ‘can you handle the truth?’?” she sourly murmured.

“No. Sacred respect for your ability to know the truth, Sedona. Come on.” He stood, offered his hand.

She put her hand in his, trusting him. It was a new fragile illumination within—one she was afraid of—her human side, that is.

Volcano tenderly pulled her up to him.

“I guess manna doesn’t eliminate perspiration,” Sedona joked on herself.

“Human is human, when on Earth, this frequency.”

“When on Earth do as the humans do.” Inwardly she laughed at herself.

“Yes.” Blatantly he rubbed her hand up his ‘brute’.

“Do I have to stroke it, just to make you happy!” she complained.

“Yes,” he seductive crooned, his nose nuzzling hers.

“I’ve already wiggled on it twice. What do you want?” she cranky whispered.

“Thrice.” He lightly pressed his lips to hers. “Later. Back on the road, Buffy babe.” He smacked her rear gently, then lead her out of the ladies room.

“This is unbelievable,” she muttered to herself. Her bottom had never felt so sexy aware of any man. Instantly deciding on the ‘put on a happy face’ approach, she smiled at all the faces curiously watching them as they passed by. She collided into his back when he stopped abruptly near the exit.

“Francesca,” he deeply spoke, a male caught by a woman he thought long gone.

Sedona peeked around him. Talk about ‘Buffy’ except Francesca owned a bursting ample bosom, her cleavage displayed in the top-open, pearl-button, tight western shirt. Fetchingly displayed, indeed. She subtly shook back silken waves of honeyed hair.

“Mission, Zerr Dann?” she southern-sweet lilted, smiled like a valentine cherub.

“Sedona Khali,” he introduced, bringing her beside him. “My charge.”

Sedona smiled just for the heck of it, watching Francesca’s amber dark eyes scan her for any ‘womanly faults’. “I take it you two know each other,” she brightly offered. “Isn’t he just too much carnal fun? We could have a ‘girl-on-girl’ chat about his lusting virtues. But I’m supposed to be somewhere. You know, time being what it is. It runs out on Earth.”

Francesca offered a brief glancing blink, then acted as if Sedona hadn’t spoken to her. “You give me a divine ring, ya hear, when your ‘mission’ is done,” she sultry lilted. Smiling coyly up at ‘Zerr Dann’, she slid past him, her breasts brushing his arm.

“Hang your dream on a star,” Sedona merrily called after her. “So nice to have met you. Maybe a ‘Barbie doll’ chat next time. Bye, ya all!” She princess-waved to the riveted group of faces.

Shaking with silent laughter Volcano pulled her out the exit, escorting her down, then up the stairs. Back into the garage.

“That was amusing,” Sedona began.

Volcano hungrily shoved her against the wall. He captured her with his body, pressing roughly against her curves. Capturing her head, he captured her mouth with his, kissed her deeply. He kissed her lips, so ferocious for her, she felt his passionate need, dark and hard. Unyielding.

Utterly surprised, Sedona yielded. My god! He could kiss! Her palms found his chest, her blood thrilled, racing completely untamed. Excitement claimed every part and particle of her as his mouth plundered hers. For long, long paradise moments.

Tenderly, he stroked his lips from hers, finally. “Thank you,” he murmured against her swollen mouth.

Her breath lost, half dizzy, Sedona was glad he held her up with his muscle delicious and demanding body.

“I know,” he murmur-continued, “you didn’t do it for me, but you did. Truth. Get on the cycle,” he male-commanded.

She sort of nodded. His hunk cherub body deserted her. Hand to her brow, she followed him. He put her helmet on, and swung astride. Still weak from his kiss, she mounted behind him. Then she hung on for dear life. Not her physical life.

Wheeling the cycle around, he zoomed out of the garage as if the demons of hell chased them. For all she knew, they did.

They followed an old worn-out highway, obviously not part of the North American Union toll system of roads. The beauties of the desert flew by too swiftly. Sadly, she wondered what would change if the amount of sun permanently lessened from the constant volcanic eruptions. Occasionally she saw the large shadows of eagles, of hawks, blurry in the ash-diffused sunlight.

For breathtaking moments three mule deer ran parallel to them in the distance. Jack rabbits burst from brushy cover several times, their speed amazing her. She caught glimpses of darting lizards. Sedona was used to being alone, the silence of it. She enjoyed it. But she became concerned about him. The cherub seemed too silent.

Maybe cherubs entered the male cave of leave-me-alone. The sun lowered to florescent spectacular blazes of pink and orange. She immersed herself in the colors, feeling the colors run through her. She waited. Watched. Wondered if the evil enemy lurked somewhere, waited. Watched.

A shadowy form appeared up ahead of them, on the roadside. Automatically, she reached in his pocket for her weapon. The shape transformed to shadow unicorn, then swiftly to a black elegant unicorn. She was about to aim when she heard,
no.

She is Magician’s friend.

Who wouldn’t be his friend?
she asked, and felt him smile. The next moment he swerved after the lovely galloping unicorn, following her over the desert terrain, toward a mammoth outcropping of rock. It looked more shadow than real in the twilight.

But like shadow the unicorn galloped into it. Sedona clenched her eyes shut just as they sped inside one of the giant boulders.

Illusion,
she heard.
Been here since the first age of human civilizations
.
We’ve been invited to rest here.

She cracked one eye open. They still followed the jet black unicorn along a gently winding cobblestone road. Wherever they were it looked to be late afternoon. There was enough light to see thick fields of grass, so tall the grass had gracefully fallen over. Before they entered a small woodland, she saw a herd of black sheep grazing serenely. Around them, the trees stood straight and tall, their branches beginning so high she had to crane her neck to see the silvery green leaves, slightly fluttering in a high breeze.

The cobblestone road wound upwards, through a carpet of vines sprinkled with clumps of tiny crimson and periwinkle flowers. Huge marigold butterflies winged from bloom to bloom. Tan fluffy rabbits hopped, pausing to nibble. When they slowed, she noticed a small cottage made of creamy stone ahead of them. Unfamiliar birds dived and swooped about happily, obviously at home.

They dismounted the moment Volcano stopped before the cottage. The black unicorn approached, her obsidian eyes glistening curiosity. She stretched her muzzle toward Sedona, blowing daintily.

“So you think that Magician is a pretty handsome guy, huh?” Sedona crooned to her, offered the back of her hand. “Do unicorns like carrots? Too bad I don’t have any.”

“She likes angel kisses,” Volcano amused spoke. He moved to the unicorn, stroked her gleaming neck. “Don’t you, my sweet girl?”

The black unicorn nodded, waited expectantly. Sedona leaned over, kissed her adorable velvet muzzle. It was even more delightful than other horses she’d kissed. Sedona kissed her again and felt sparkly magical.

“Kiss the tip of her horn. She’ll let you,” Volcano encouraged, still stroking her slender neck.

When the unicorn lowered her face even more, Sedona stretched, pressing a soft kiss to the shimmery tip of her ebony horn. Suddenly Sedona’s feet left the ground. She floated, glitter tingles flowing through her. When she opened her eyes, teensy stars swirled between them.

Volcano caught her waist, held her. The black unicorn was immersed in swirls of brilliant stars, a blissful expression on her face. Slowly she disappeared. “Her home,” Volcano whispered before his Sedona could get upset.

“Wow. That was amazing. Where are we?”

“I’ll tell you when we leave. There’s been a breach in Cherubim security. Francesca should not have been at the diner. Someone used her to locate us.”