Don't Call Me Kitten! (11 page)

“What the
bloody hell do you think you are doing woman?” He growled but the
weight of manpower on him kept him still.

“Oh hush.” She
opened her heart at the precise moment she visualised him as he
would be if his life was full of love and happiness. A pale green
healing light of compassion streamed from her heart and a blue
healing ray from her mind, wrapping around his heart and mind.

The man
writhed, as if in pain then suddenly stilled. “What have you done?”
A confused smile lighted his face. “I’ve never felt...what is
this?”

Simon smiled
somewhat kindly at his old foe. “That would be joy old man.”

“Joy?”

“Come now, it
doesn’t feel so bad does it?”

“Joy, love,
happiness, trust and passion. You know they are foreign words to me
Seer.”

“Only because
you made it so fool. You and all your denier mates and your crazy
ideas that any emotion, even positive, clouded your experience of
the all-spirit. But connect now and tell me what you feel.”

Peter seemed
loathe to obey his old foe but grudgingly closed his eyes and found
his connection with the all-spirit. It was then that Tyra realised
what he was. Oh, my, he’s a Malakim isn’t he?”

“Technically
yes but his sect split from us long ago. They don’t believe the
relative world has any value so we call them deniers. They are
anti-love, pleasure, women, the sacred feminine...anything that
they think might divert them from what they consider a pure, mind
based and emotion free experience of the one mind. A few came to
earth to meddle, claiming to teach a path to enlightenment and in
part they did but it is that, only partial. In their ignorance they
remained stuck and couldn’t evolve any further. Isn’t that right
Peter?”

Peter opened
his eyes, stunned by what he’d just experienced. “The all-spirit is
not what I thought. Boundless light and spaciousness yes, that I
always knew, but the limitless love and joy, the power to create in
the relative world. It is all but it is also in all. I’ve been a
fool. Shit we should have been allying ourselves with you guys all
along, not the Din.”

Arion swore.
“You allied with the Din? Have you any idea of what they did to us?
What we suffered?”

Peter winced.
“Yes I did know and I thought it well deserved, your ways were
repugnant to us. In my defence I would say that we didn’t come to
this planet until long after the Din had taken it. We thought the
Din’s enslavement of mankind would create untold violence, greed
and suffering that would drive a few to our cause. I’m sorry, we
were so wrong.”

Thex let his
hold on the man go but kept a watchful eye on him in case he
reverted to earlier form. “All this is well and good but how do we
know you’re truly cured of your delusion?”

Simon mused
for a moment, rubbing his chin absentmindedly. “What we need is a
chocolate fudge sundae and a girly magazine.”

Tyra spotted
some cakes on the catering table and went to grab one. It wasn’t
traditional Malakim food but it would do for a test. Arion looked
amused for a moment then disappeared, reappearing with a magazine
in hand. “From my own personal collection back at Boswell.” He
handed it to Simon who opened it to the centrefold.

“Not bad, not
bad at all. What do you think Peter?”

Peter gave his
enemy of old a wary appraising look then grabbed the offending
publication. He stared at the luscious brunette who graced the
middle pages, his eyes raking over her image from top to toe.

“I think his
pulse is accelerating” Arion commented with some amusement

“There’s life
in the old man yet. Give him the cake to try Tyra.”

“Hey cut with
the old. I’m no older than you Simon.” Peter grumbled before taking
a bite out of the chocolate covered danish. “Oh my!” He licked his
lips. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Simon hmphed.
“You don’t really need that muck to enjoy good food but the once
won’t hurt you.”

Peter stared
at Tyra. “You I know. I killed you once, in another life. Forgive
me, I didn’t see the light in you as I see it now.”

Simon tsked.
“Let’s leave past lives alone shall we. Little good can come from
dredging them up.” He turned to Tyra. “Simply know that I will
always love you, what you were in the past, what you are now and
what you will be in the future. We are one.”

Tyra wasn’t
sure now was the time to cry with joy at her lover’s words. She’d
hold them to her heart to be treasured later. Knowing he could read
her mind and know the impact of those words on her was enough. In
the depths of her mind she felt her connection with him and knew in
her soul that he felt that way about all his mates and that pleased
her more than she could say. She made her way back to the podium,
she had a job to do.

People started
returning to their seats but continued to look warily in the
direction of their wayward councillor. It was a wonder that no one
had called the cops. Only Simon knew that he’d blocked that impulse
from the few who had started to think it. He gave Peter a hand up
to help him stand. “Might I have a word with you after the council
meeting, about this Din alliance of yours? We could always use
another double agent.”

“Does that
mean you have one already?”

“All in good
time Peter, you’ll have to earn our trust. All the Malakim as well
the other beings on this planet have suffered because of your
complicity with the enemy. They will need to be convinced by your
future actions that you have truly turned the page. In the meantime
go and enjoy a bit of life. The world is a way for the all-spirit
to express itself on the material plane. It’s a kind of playground,
or at least it should have been. It was never meant to be turned
into violent, competitive, misery laden hell you guys promoted as a
force to drive people to escape into, at best, a purely mind-based
half-enlightenment and at worst a mindless, unquestioning belief in
a dogma that their suffering would buy them a piece of nirvana. The
world was meant to be a supportive, nurturing childcare centre for
young growing souls,a school for growing compassion and an
understanding of the true nature of the cosmos not the brutal
detention centre you guys turned it into. Use the power of your
intent to create a better world for yourself and those you’ve
caused untold suffering to. You can enjoy the world just don’t get
stuck in it. You know it isn’t all there is.”

Peter looked
contrite. He pretended to study his shoelaces for a moment then
looked up and stared Simon squarely in the eyes. “Yes, I know
Simon. I’m truly sorry. I will go and try to undo the mess I’ve
made.”

Simon looked
on him a little more benignly “Don’t judge yourself or your
colleagues Peter, you acted out of ignorance, not from evil intent.
Undo the damage in your own mind, heart and soul, the rest will
come of its own accord. Dissolving the collective mindset happens
one changed mind at a time. When enough minds are changed, and it
won’t have to be as many as you think, neither the Deniers or the
Din will be able to stop the coming global transformation.”

The rest of
the meeting had been...well ... not uneventful. A lively and
vigorous debate over Tyra’s more radical ideas had ensued but in
the end the councillors had given agreement to most of her ideas
and small scale project-based trials of some of her others. All in
all it had been a gruelling night. The foursome were glad when they
could bid their still invisible companion John a good night and
pile into the car to head home.

“Well that was
all a bit of a challenge.” Tyra moaned, not even feeling like
speeding.

“It’ll get
easier as time goes on. The mantle of responsibility and power
takes time to wear in.” This from Simon who seemed rather pleased
with the evenings events but yet still preoccupied.

“Yeah
right!”

Arion didn’t
like the tone of uncertainty in Tyra’s voice. “You doubt yourself
too much Tyra, you were great. People have had enough of
politicians with charisma and overconfidence. They’re ready for
real people with real ideas. They want someone they can relate to
who sees their problems the same way they do.”

“An
ex-librarian with three mates, that’s what they relate to?”

Arion laughed.
“No that’s what they aspire to in their dreams.”

A while later
they reached the hills that looked down over the town. “Pull over
here.”

Tyra looked
quizzically at Simon, wondering why he was commanding her to stop.
There was an ever so slight edge of urgency in his voice. She
slowed the Bentley and brought it to a stop in the parking bay of
the lookout. “Here?”

“Yes this will
do fine.”

Arion turned
the DVD player in the back off. Thex was already on edge, alert
“What’s up Simon?”

“Nothing we
can’t handle but we’ll need something special to deal with it. Got
any reserves left for a bit of friskyness?”

Tyra looked at
the open to view car park. “Here?” she asked again. Not that she
minded the whole sex in the open thing but hey, just a veneer of
privacy helped.

“That’s ‘Here,
Sir?’ Isn’t it Tyra?” Simon fondled her hair lovingly.

Tyra gulped.
Game on. “Yes Sir. What would you like me to do Sir?”

“That’s
better. I think our new mayor needs to be reminded who her masters
are don’t you Thex?”

Thex chuckled
in agreement. “I have an idea. Did you know that Upal’s treated the
surface of this car with a coating of carbon and then hit it with
stone fire.”

“He did what?”
Tyra’s rarely seen temper flared.

“Be at peace
beloved. Thex and I asked him to.” Simon reassured. “ Upal’s been
working on a number of ways to protect us, not only from the stone
fire but to harness it for good. Your Bentley now has a protective
but invisible coating of Sama crystal that can’t be scratched or
dented. If anything it enhances the paintwork.”

Tyra wasn’t
sure that she wasn’t still annoyed at the presumption of it all but
knew it had been done out of the best of intentions. Her mind then
worked over the potential of it. “So it can’t be dented...Sir?”

Simon ignored
her question as he always did when they were only requests to
reassure. He demanded trust. “Go and bend over the bonnet
Tyra.”

“Are you going
to do me Sir?”

“No, I think
your other master wants his turn. I’m overdue to have a little
one-on-one with Arion.”

Arion gulped
and looked at Thex uncertainly. “That’s alright with you?”

Thex embraced
Arion. “Only if it is alright with you too.”

“You know I’ve
never been with another man but you.”

“He’s not
another man, he’s Simon. He’s mine, he’s Tyra’s, he’s ours. We all
share Tyra but this would bind us further. You know his mind and
soul Arion. You bonded with each other long before I was ever
free.”

Simon looked
at them both. “It’s alright, I won’t force you Arion but I really
could do with the element you represent for the magic we need. Thex
is fire, Tyra earth, I’ll stand for air. We really need to
strengthen our four way bond if what I’m trying to do is to
work”

And that would
make me the water element, not that he knew what Simon was up to.
Arion took a deep breath. “No its alright, I’m cool. Just a little
shy that’s all. I’ve fantasised about you but I’m loyal to Thex. We
might be mates on a spiritual level but I was never going to act on
my feelings for you unless it was okay with him. So we get the back
hood of the car do we Simon?”

Simon relaxed,
looking greatly relieved. “Thank you, I am honoured you would
accept me, even want me. Although I admit I knew of your fantasies.
They’ve invaded my dreams a time or to.” He embraced Arion, drawing
him into a passionate kiss, both melting into each other. When he
finally pulled away for breath he held out his hand to Arion and
led him to the back of the car.

Tyra had
casually undressed while watching their negotiation. She was glad
Arion had accepted Simon. She trusted Simon with her very soul and
knew he’d take care of her lover. Watching them walk away she knew
it was time to get herself arranged to best effect. Just the
thought of Thex’s large cock and what it might do to her already
had her squirming. She leaned on the cool of the metal bonnet and
tried not to shiver from the cold of the night.

Thex’s hand
stilled against her back and gave her the warmth she needed. “I’ve
been wanting to test this bonnet out, ever since Upal got at it. I
knew it had potential.”

She listened
to the rustle as he dispensed with his pants. His firm flesh was
suddenly there, pressing against her need. She wanted that firm
flesh driving into her. “Now, Thex. Please, Sir.”

“You don’t
need to Sir me Tyra.” He lightly tapped the inside edge of heel,
not so subtly suggesting she spread her legs further. “Just yield
to me Tyra, let me in. Let me all the way in.” And then he thrust.
In one smooth movement he was in, sheathed within her. “I love you
Tyra, I always have and I always will.”

“You too ay?”
Tyra remembered Simon’s words from earlier in the evening. She
pushed back against him taking him deeper into her being. “Don’t
hold back Thex. You know you won’t hurt me.”

Thex was
beginning to struggle to find words as his body’s instincts took
control. “You want it long, deep and pounding fast?”

“Oh yeah, hell
yeah.” Her brain disengaged as he started to find his rhythm,
gradually speeding it up until she felt like she was melting. The
car beneath her was her only support as he hammered into her long
and hard and oh so good. Her consciousness found its spaciousness
and she let her mind, that had become sex hazed mush, dissolve into
it. There was no boundary. Only her and Thex. They were the whole
world. Her consciousness expanded further and then she touched the
essence that was Arion and Simon. Simon holding Arion face down on
the back hood of the car his right hand firmly grasped around the
back of Arion’s neck as he drove into him. She felt herself merge
with Arion. She felt what he was feeling, the sheer brazen lust of
being taken by another man, the trust but also a deep abiding love
for the man who had cared for his trapped soul over the millennia.
A man who couldn’t free him but who had seeded his prison cave with
crystal that would connect him with the outside world and keep him
company. She felt Arion merge with her, feeling Thex’s relentless
pistoning into her deepest cavern. What was happening to Arion and
what was happening to her was a blur as Thex and Simon synced. A
vast light seemed to open up with the space which was now all of
them as one heart. That light began to pulse. It was like breath,
life itself. She felt it expand within her forcing her to yield the
last vestiges of her ego identity. On some level she was vaguely
aware they were all about to explode and she didn’t care. From
within her depths a great scream ripped through her as the
explosion of limitless love, lust and ecstasy took them. Then
everything went rainbow colored before dissolving into white...