mysticism surrounding
your ancestors. I’ve often wondered if all the time ancient
shaman spent communing with the spirits was really just opened
neuro-pathways in their minds. Parapsychology was never my passion in
school. I did take one class to fill as an elective. There is a lot
about the human brain science doesn’t understand. Maybe you are
descended from a shaman—and genetically you have some penchant
for telepathy.” Was she trying to convince him it was normal…
or herself?
“There’s something else I need to
share with you.” If she could accept this, was she ready to
know her true heritage?
A loud whistle echoed through the falls. “Oh,
my God, that’s Maggie.” Gwen jumped up and quickly put
her bathing suit on while Arka watched mesmerized hardening at the
sight of her. She looked at his rising erection and giggled. “Come
on, lover. She’s not very patient.”
Arka collected Gwen’s bottles bobbing
abandoned in the pool and followed her path to shore at a slower
pace. A heavier dark skinned girl with a young, almost childlike face
and chin-length black hair stood next to Enrique. Gwen hugged her.
“You’re all wet.” The girl laughed returning the
hug. Arka started out of the water and the girl’s eyes traveled
his body. “Oh, mymymymy …” He realized she was
older than she first appeared.
Gwen looked over her shoulder. “He’s
mine.” Arka felt his knees go weak. I’m hers. She
didn’t yet know she was a goddess. Or that being claimed by a
goddess could bind him to her for all time.
He again dropped to one knee and bowed to her.
“I am yours, Goddess.” He completed the bond she
unwittingly started.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking
about,” Maggie exclaimed. “I want a guy to bow at my feet
and call me goddess. Think we can clone him?”
Enrique cleared his throat and Arka looked up
into his nephew’s incredulous expression. His gaze shifted to
the amused expressions on Gwen and Maggie’s faces. The women
had no idea what he’d just done … but Enrique did. “You
should dress, uncle.”
Arka rose to his unsteady legs. Maggie extended
her hand. “You must be Arka.” He shook it. She leaned in
and whispered. “And you better keep worshiping the ground she
walks on or I will remove that stick of beef you’re sporting
personally … got it?”
“Maggie!” Gwen’s mouth gapped
open. Maggie turned and led Gwen away with her arm over her shoulder.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Gwen’s
voice trailed off as the two disappeared into the trees.
“Enrique, did she just threaten to …”
“Cut your dick off? Yep.” Enrique
nodded. “Of course they don’t realize you just did that yourself when you knelt and declared her ownership of you. Are
you out of your mind making yourself impotent to any other woman?
What if she’s called to the heavens tomorrow?”
Arka pulled on his shorts. “It doesn’t
matter. I love her. I’ve always loved her and I always will
love her. There will never be another whether she’s called to
heaven or not. Thought I couldn’t bear it if I lost her now.”
Chapter
Seven
“Where are we going?” Gwen dug
through her clothes for something clean.
Maggie tapped her fingers at the table. “To
civilization. I want one night of fun before I spend the rest of the
weekend digging in the dirt.”
“It’s not like I brought party
clothes.” Gwen fished out a pair of denim short-shorts and a
light blue t-shirt that read “archaeologists do it in the
dirt.” “Will this work?”
Maggie snorted a laugh. “Perfect.”
She stood up. “How do I look?” The frilled, tie-dye skirt
and green lacy-topped tank looked adorable. Gwen would look like a
redneck hillbilly next to her.
“You know you look great, Mags.”
She lifted her shoulders with false demure.
“Good. I think Enrique’s hot.” Gwen grinned. If she
had never seen Arka, she’d think Enrique were pretty hot too.
Enrique and Arka emerged from their
your ancestors. I’ve often wondered if all the time ancient
shaman spent communing with the spirits was really just opened
neuro-pathways in their minds. Parapsychology was never my passion in
school. I did take one class to fill as an elective. There is a lot
about the human brain science doesn’t understand. Maybe you are
descended from a shaman—and genetically you have some penchant
for telepathy.” Was she trying to convince him it was normal…
or herself?
“There’s something else I need to
share with you.” If she could accept this, was she ready to
know her true heritage?
A loud whistle echoed through the falls. “Oh,
my God, that’s Maggie.” Gwen jumped up and quickly put
her bathing suit on while Arka watched mesmerized hardening at the
sight of her. She looked at his rising erection and giggled. “Come
on, lover. She’s not very patient.”
Arka collected Gwen’s bottles bobbing
abandoned in the pool and followed her path to shore at a slower
pace. A heavier dark skinned girl with a young, almost childlike face
and chin-length black hair stood next to Enrique. Gwen hugged her.
“You’re all wet.” The girl laughed returning the
hug. Arka started out of the water and the girl’s eyes traveled
his body. “Oh, mymymymy …” He realized she was
older than she first appeared.
Gwen looked over her shoulder. “He’s
mine.” Arka felt his knees go weak. I’m hers. She
didn’t yet know she was a goddess. Or that being claimed by a
goddess could bind him to her for all time.
He again dropped to one knee and bowed to her.
“I am yours, Goddess.” He completed the bond she
unwittingly started.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking
about,” Maggie exclaimed. “I want a guy to bow at my feet
and call me goddess. Think we can clone him?”
Enrique cleared his throat and Arka looked up
into his nephew’s incredulous expression. His gaze shifted to
the amused expressions on Gwen and Maggie’s faces. The women
had no idea what he’d just done … but Enrique did. “You
should dress, uncle.”
Arka rose to his unsteady legs. Maggie extended
her hand. “You must be Arka.” He shook it. She leaned in
and whispered. “And you better keep worshiping the ground she
walks on or I will remove that stick of beef you’re sporting
personally … got it?”
“Maggie!” Gwen’s mouth gapped
open. Maggie turned and led Gwen away with her arm over her shoulder.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Gwen’s
voice trailed off as the two disappeared into the trees.
“Enrique, did she just threaten to …”
“Cut your dick off? Yep.” Enrique
nodded. “Of course they don’t realize you just did that yourself when you knelt and declared her ownership of you. Are
you out of your mind making yourself impotent to any other woman?
What if she’s called to the heavens tomorrow?”
Arka pulled on his shorts. “It doesn’t
matter. I love her. I’ve always loved her and I always will
love her. There will never be another whether she’s called to
heaven or not. Thought I couldn’t bear it if I lost her now.”
Chapter
Seven
“Where are we going?” Gwen dug
through her clothes for something clean.
Maggie tapped her fingers at the table. “To
civilization. I want one night of fun before I spend the rest of the
weekend digging in the dirt.”
“It’s not like I brought party
clothes.” Gwen fished out a pair of denim short-shorts and a
light blue t-shirt that read “archaeologists do it in the
dirt.” “Will this work?”
Maggie snorted a laugh. “Perfect.”
She stood up. “How do I look?” The frilled, tie-dye skirt
and green lacy-topped tank looked adorable. Gwen would look like a
redneck hillbilly next to her.
“You know you look great, Mags.”
She lifted her shoulders with false demure.
“Good. I think Enrique’s hot.” Gwen grinned. If she
had never seen Arka, she’d think Enrique were pretty hot too.
Enrique and Arka emerged from their
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