Chapter nine
...back in Massachusetts, USA—Interstate highway 95...
Finally, exited the city and luckily—faced no traffic jams as the busy roads were within Boston, being a Friday night. All, those wished to party and drink only had to travel to the nearest club—not from their workplace.
Taking the fastest way out of Boston and try to arrive in Franklin would seem to be a good idea of going through past Quincy then through towards Norwood—which had appeared to be slightly tiring than expected. Depending on when finally arriving to Franklin would be sometime the following morning as driving all-nighter would not help as he would rest at some point.
Rubbing his eyes, while trying to keep them open as the high-beams of other motorist passed by—going back to Quincy or possibly—Boston in the sudden falling rain that came from out of no-where. Quickly, softly glance upon his sister that slept soundly and comfortably beside him in the passenger seat—not noticing that another motorist had almost collided with him. Immediately slowed the speed and drove out of the way before colliding with the other up-coming vehicle that carelessly and incautiously drove towards him.
Slammed his foot on the brake, parked on the side of the road—quickly looked over his shoulder then leaned back, abruptly breathlessly sighed with relief as he trailed both palms over his face then heard slightly murmuring sighs. Raised both arms, stretched—opened her eyes and softly said. "We there, already?"
"No, not yet—just avoided another driver that sped along the road." Tony answered, sighing breathlessly. "Where are we, then?" Rachella wondered, looking about the surroundings. "Norwood." Tony replied. "Norwood?" She repeated. "Mm-hm." He humed, bemusedly softly glance.
"How long was I out?" Rachella wondered, slightly groaned. "Two hours—maybe three." Tony answered, adding. "Oh gosh, bro—you look exhausted. Let me drive." Rachella stated, concerningly. "Nah, it's cool—better find a hotel and get rest for the night then drive again in the morning." Tony suggested, kindly.
"Ok." Rachella agreed. "There should be one—down the road, somewhere."
"Would be better if could see past this rain." Tony frustratingly whined. Both jumped, when the phone vibrated. Rachella reached in her bag, opened the opened and saw the directions to the nearest and most possible hotel that is closest.
Hotel sunshine Inn—2 K's down the road along Norwood
"What does it say?" Tony asked. "Hotel sunshine Inn, 2 K's down the road." Rachella repeated the message, answering her brother's inquiry. "I know where that is." Tony added, starting the engine again and resumed driving.
...back in Egypt...
Finally—the warriors arrived to their destination, both dismounting from their camels as they laid without been verbally commanded. Merenese petted Hotep's neck, thanking him for his assistance but on the other hand—Aseta were more affectionately grateful. "Thanks Isis." The white camel, grunted softly and nudged her overly large snout against Aseta's cheek.
Removing the overly draping robes which only wore nothing more than their under-garments as they dressed into—western styled clothing, tight stealth clothing. Then strapping to each of their legs and forearms, their weapons—before finally putting their over coated black-leather jackets on then sheathing their swords upon their backs.
Merenese assisted her sister with her hair as it was slightly longer. Tying up in platted, pig-tail buns while Merenese had her hair, tied up as a half held platted tail. "Hadretik gahiz?" she asked.
"As ready one must, I do say." Aseta answered. Merenese gave her sister, a small smile—softly brushed the back of her fingers against her soft cheek. "Now promise me one thing, kay—if, ever at all. You think that you are unable to handle it—just shout. And I'll come running. Ok."
Nodding agreeably, saying. "Ok."
"Ok, let's go." Turned, faced the portal—held her hand tightly within her own and slowly walked to the travelling shrine. "Destiny awaits."
Closed their eyes and held their hands up—resited the verse of calling upon ancient Egyptian magic and open the portal. As they recited it for the last time—the portal begun to open, a white-blue doorway—soft as water and cool but not too cold though.
Opening their eyes once more—gazed to eachother, without saying a word—agreeably nodded then walked in the doorway, together. As they entered, the portal closed behind them. Both Hotep and Isis, worriedly grunted as they both laid on the sand then stood up as they were vocally guided back to the temple—calmly vocalic.
The camels obeyed, following the guiding voice back.
Standing by the portal, a cloaked figure watched—not, feminine. Masculine, colourful—as attractive like the lyrebird but more incredibly colourful. The cloaked flared as the gush of breeze, softly blew through or underneath—as it were, lifting gently feathers.
Turned and glance upon the portal with a smile that could shine through any darkness—his eye, flickered brightly like the sun and golden. "Time of Benu shall arise from the ashes—Morsara, time to rise and sor high in the skies—your birthright is now."
Turning then walked away—flared up in flames but desecrated like floating ash and disappear, leaving no trace of sulphur or synching flesh followed by his soft calling cry.
Sorry people, have to stop for a second for chapter info. *Warning* a slight description of sexual contents in this chapter scene, enjoy the show. Resuming, now!
...The forest, South America—few yards away...
"Hey wait—where we're going?" Mikey suddenly cautiously wondered. "Just somewhere—" Seductively trailed her fingers along his plastron. "We are able to be—alone." She seductively purred, erotically curled her lips as forming a seducing smile while lightly bitting her lower lip.
Falling deeper into the seductress masquerade—reaching for her light turquoise cheek, gently cusped within the palm of his hand. Softly brushed his thumb across her cheek, gazed deeply into the trasi colored pools of sea, sky like eyes—brushed a gentle, tender kiss.
Softly pressed eachother's lips together then slowly parted, slightly opening their mouths and gently entwined their tongues, massaging tenderly—softly murmuringly moaned. Bringing her close within his strongly muscled embrace, deepening the kiss—deploringly, explored her back before slowly moving both hands down around her thighs then lifted her up—making her to willing open her legs and immediately wrap around his waist while he supported slightly.
Resuming the deepen, passionate kiss as his intriguing, eager and throbbing length—ached for emersion. Murmuringly sighed and lowly but softly breathed, pleading. "Want you inside of me, make love to me—mikey dearest."
Tearing her panties that she comfortably liked to wear as felt—appropriate then without, a second thought or hesitation. Emerging with her eager, aroused vulva—that suddenly felt quite warm and wet. Tightening his grip but gently, while supporting her weight within his large hands as he, at first lazily thrust—and deepening each time.
Murmuring moaned between each thrust, enjoyably sighly and inhaled as the orange clad terrapin begun to get alittle—frisky and desired for more. This didn't phase, the imposing salamander as she were enjoying it—greatly, also desired for more. Both were becoming, alittle hotter than normal as they were growing closer to their climaxes. "Faster—harder." She murmured, pleadingly.
Obeying her desires, deepening each thrust while going faster—harder, as requested. While the orange clad terrapin and his supposed lover, enjoyably made love—unknowingly they were stalked. Not for personal sickening thrill or disturbingly intervene but to be certain of what—should not be manipulating anything or anyone.
Stealthing through the forest, when he heard soft murmuring moaning that came from behind the trees and giant shrub. Walked towards the shrub, reaching up—drawing back the gigantic forest leaf down and there—he saw them, making love.
Turned away, for a second as he were slightly disappointed and repulse of himself but had assured himself that, there were a reason for this—stealth stalking. As he were about to release the forest leaf from his grasp and walk away, Mikey statedly whined out loud—slightly as he received a bite. "Ouch—what was that for, teala?"
"Oh—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She answered, pouting slightly. Resumed their love-making, as they were watched once more when hearing the slight cry—drawing to their desired climaxes, while tealana softly kissed along the terrapin's neck and widely opened her eyes—glancing across the forest to where Master Wong visibly watched.
Leaning her head against his—murmuring moaned, expressing her enjoyment as she widely opened her lips slightly—revealing her pearly white, vampiric teeth. Ready to sink into the overly sexually driven terrapin's throat—the old man watched on as he had realised, immediately his instincts were correct.
Mikey had finally reached his climax, this was her one and only chance to fully transform him into—a blood-thirsting murderer. His body trembled from the aftershocks, while she pretend to climaxed also but prepared to sink her white sharp lovely's into his throat. The old man abruptly shouted, loudly. "Wa'af!"
Retracting her teeth back then abruptly cried in disgust as to cover her tracks. "Oh my gosh—Father! What do you think, you are doing here?!" she disguisedly cried as quickly placed down while quickly sheathing himself—bolting behind the tree. "Sensei—totally not cool, dude—totally not cool." Mikey said afterwards, immediately. Turned away for a second until both were appropriate attired.
"I sincerely apologise my dear terrapin friend but I feared you were endanger." Turned, faced both the masked imposter and terrapin, son-in law. "Endanger? Endanger from what?" she repeated and wondered as she was taken by her waist within the sudden embarrassed terrapin.
"I feared you both were—y'know what, never mind. False alarm, I do sincerely apologise—won't happen again." Master Wong vowed, apologetically. Both humed, uncertainly believed the apologetic promise. Nuzzling in her hair, softly murmured as he wanted to resume their little out-dorsa game. "Maybe we should go back—wouldn't want the others come see us in an intimate moment like that, again." Tealana embarrassingly told him.
"Alright—got to admit, it were fun though." Mikey laughed, softly. "Yeah, it was." She repeated, lowly chuckled as they walked back to the cottage.
...Meanwhile...
Neesa, could feel that she were getting close—very close. Heard a crackling sound, immediately hid behind the first tree she came across—taking out a dagger from the side of her thigh and readied to drive it through crossed her path. As the twig crackling, drew closer—she took a deep breathe, calming her own heartbeat then fastly stepped out and drove the dagger down but quickly halted when realised the other party when he cried out.
"Dievieta, parada—por favor!"
"Nahuel? What you doing?" neesa hoarsely whispered. He stammeredly nodded and pleaded. "Dievieta, venir—venir. Este camino, Dievieta." Turned and lead the way, to where—the demon taken, which path to return back to the cottage. Neesa obediently followed, disappearing the forest—hunting down, chayton but had also ignored her instincts that screamed within as another—disguising herself, imposing as one of her closest.
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...to be continued in chapter ten...
Finally, finished that chapter—plus what an embarrassing moment, huh? Seeing his terrapin son-in law, showing intimacy with his wife which happens to be really an vampiric demon, thirsting for flesh and blood. Now knowing his instincts were correct, should acted upon them but didn't—why? Does he assume it could only be an illusion or dreaming? This is definitely an mission to seek conveyance with the other daughter.
Will Neesa be able to kill her sister? Let alone torture her to have answers? But first is, will she be able to do either to Chayton? But then, the real Chayton—she once knew is dead, anyway this should not be no problem at all. Question is, will she forgive the intentions of a demon that is experiencing his own transformation of redemption if he gives information of whom is the real threat to the clan and give information of getting to the queen—and, putting her down in the ground—sending her back where she belongs once again.
Alliances will form or crumble—which side will you choose if you were ever forced to make the immediate decision? Hmm, I tell ya'll now—I so wouldn't choose the side that only seeks to destroy all in the process. I choose life, wish to live forever—free and die free one day not become a blood whore, slave or blood meal or even something that will be torn apart then finally feasted upon. Miserable fate.
English/latin translations
Dievieta, parada—por favor!—Goddess, stop—please!
Dievieta, venir—venir. Este camino, Dievieta—Goddess, come—come. This way, goddess.
Egyptian/English translations
Hadretik gahiz—you ready?
Read and review—until next time, tootles