Night of Fire (11 page)

Maia found it hard to believe that she, Taurus and The Lady
were in the stone structure where the priests lived and prayed, but although
she’d been afraid to enter, she’d taken courage from Taurus and The Lady.

When they’d walked down the hill and approached the priests,
the soldiers had drawn their swords. Looking determined and brave, Taurus had
held up his fire-maker and they’d shrunk away. Now The Lady was spreading her
herbal salve over the burned priest, and his moans had already given way to
sighs of relief.

“What if the soldiers come after us?” she asked. Even with
Taurus by her side and his seed inside her, she couldn’t quite grasp his power
over those who threatened to destroy her people’s way of life.

“They won’t, at least not unless the priests tell them to,
and that won’t happen today.”

“How do you know?”

Taurus nodded at the burned priest and the others who
hovered around him. “Whatever they were using on that poor soul didn’t work.
The Lady’s medicine did.”

That was true. However, she still feared tomorrow. “Taurus,
the stone—in it we were together.”

“Yes.”

She hated being in this small, dark place with rock walls
and a heavy wooden roof. How could people live like that? “Do you believe in
it?”

Instead of answering, he led her outside. The moment the sun
touched her skin, she relaxed a little. She should be exhausted from fucking
and dancing, but she wasn’t. In truth, she could hardly wait for his cock to be
inside her again. The dagger stone had shown that to be their future, but if
Taurus didn’t believe—

“I have to go back,” he said. “To my time.”

She swayed and might have fallen if he hadn’t wrapped his
arms around her. “I didn’t say that right,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. I want to
tell some people that they’re welcome to my company because I’ve decided to
fight for something more important. And I need to bring certain things back.”

Back? He was going to return?
“What things?” was the
only thing she could think to ask.

“Whatever it takes to convince the priests to back off. I’m
thinking—photographs and a video camera might do the trick. Something to
convince them that nothing they try will end Bel-fire, so they might as well
save themselves the trouble.”

“Photographs? Video camera?”

“You’ll see. I need to present them with proof that Bel-fire
continues up to my time. And if that approach doesn’t work, I have a pistol.”

“Your time?” Her heart hurt.

He looked down at her and began massaging her upper arms.
“Your time. My time. It worked, Maia. Whatever you and your people did to me,
it worked.”

“I—I do not understand.”

His sigh seemed to seep into her, and his eyes closed to
slits. “Neither do I, but I’m getting there.” He cupped her chin and lifted her
head. Their mouths joined, she felt the contact all the way to her pussy.

“Maia,” he said when they were finished. “When you first
called me Taurus, I thought you were crazy, but now it feels right.” He looked
around. “This place feels right—like home.”

“Home?”

“I’ve never felt I belonged anywhere before,” he went on.
She was aware of the nearby soldiers, and in the distance several villagers
were watching them as well. None of that mattered.

“It—it is different now?” she asked.

“Because of you. Of what we’ve started.”

“The baby?”

“That’s part of it. I’m needed here. I’m not where I came
from, not in the same way.”

“I—I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It doesn’t matter—not anymore. Honey, when I go
back, I’d like you to come with me. I don’t want us to be apart.”

“I do not either,” she told him. “We have mated. That
changed us.”

“Yes, it has.”

She might have said more, but he was kissing her again, and
her pussy felt hot and damp.

Her hand trailed to her waist and the dagger so they could
see the two of them together again. But it was missing.

Its job here was over.

“Of course I’ve time-traveled
to the ancient Everglades, infiltrated bondage strongholds, done wilderness
search and rescue, and spent a night trapped in a workout gym with Mr.
Universe.  How can I possibly write about something I haven’t experienced?”

Although I love telling
readers that, the truth is much more mundane. In my “day” jobs, I’ve been a
commercial pilot, brain surgeon, worked as a white-water river guide, bee
keeper, snake charmer and garbage collector.

And if you buy all that, let
me pitch the bridge I have listed on eBay.

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