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Angel rose from her dressing table satisfied at last. She glanced at the clock 6.45pm. The Philosophy Circle met at 7pm. She had plenty of time; it took only five minutes to drive there. Her husband Mark would be ready to drive her there and pick her up at 9.30pm as arranged as soon as she was ready.

She was tempted to ask him to pick her up earlier this time, but something restrained her. She should have strength and character to deal with Igwe Orizu!

It is not as if she short of experience of using her looks and charm to twirl men around her finger. But Igwe was different! She suppressed the errant thought.

He was a man, and like all men mouldable and biddable when a pretty woman smiled. She would not allow what happened last time to be repeated. She would not!

Last week almost to the hour he had seduced her. She had been weak, unhappy, and he had exploited her mood to seduce her! She would not allow him to take advantage of her again!

She found herself thinking of his cock. That big thick black horse cock!

Her pussy started to moisten and she cursed her self, slapping her thigh hard to distract herself from such deviant thoughts.

She was happily married! She sighed, well not entirely happy. It had been 19 years and at times it seemed longer. Three children. She had given birth to Rebecca when she was just 17 years old to her own parent’s quite fury. They had been too hidebound by convention to prevent her marrying Mark once they realised she was pregnant. Mark had defied their fears by remaining loyal and steadfast. Even when she had been sectioned and sent off to that horrible mental hospital he had stood by her, helped her get back out again. Worked with tremendous patience to help her get back on her feet.

If only he had a bit more spark. She never once considered that her own random and frequently irrational behaviour had drained him in turn.

Not that her behaviour was really irrational. She had to bite her tongue when the doctors said things like that. Impulsive yes, she took opportunities as they arose. That was not irrational.

Then her uplifted spirits fell again. Reminding herself that she had crashed the car three times in the last month!

She looked at the photograph of her second daughter Amanda, now 18 years old. Born almost a year after Rebecca. Amanda was a beauty that reflected off her mother and could not stop a smile resurfacing.

The smile soon fell.

Here they were a successful, professional married couple, but their two eldest children were not with them, or at least not now. She felt their loss. Rebecca was still in England finishing off her sixth from studies and would not come out to Zimbabwe for months. Only after she had finished her A level exams.

Amanda should be here, but she was not. She was instead just 15 minutes up the road in an exclusive boarding school. It had seemed irrational and mad to put their daughter in a boarding school so close to home.

Until they landed at Harare and she had seen the black hordes swarm like rampant elephants towards and around their daughter. Amanda had always attracted male attention, but strangely seemed unaffected. She had never had a boyfriend. In England men were polite and interested and politely sought to court her. Here in Africa courtesy was in short supply and sexual demand high.

The first hand to get up Amanda’s skirt had been a black hand belong to a porter hauling luggage in the airport! Shocking, as that had seemed at the time it had been only a taste of the aggressive sexual forwardness of the African male.

Within a week of their arrival Amanda had her pussy stroked by a black man in the swimming pool of the hotel they had stayed at that first week.

Her breasts had been fondled by a wealthy African sitting at an adjacent table during dinner in the exclusive and expensive L’Escargo restaurant.

It was impossible to go to the shops without getting goosed and groped.

Amanda had found it all unsettling. Suddenly the image of an exclusive boarding school had seemed very sensible indeed.

They still saw her at weekends, but Angel struggled at times to understand how things had turned out. Giving birth to Robert two years ago had been a surprise. Soon that surprise had worn off as she had been reminded of the reality of young children!

Here in Harare they had a garden with two acres of land. She only had to open the patio door and Robert would disappear for hours. The African gardener kept a close eye on him.

Unfortunately Robert was fearless and only today had wandered back into the villa with his impish grin holding up for her inspection the green snake he had found. Angela had screamed in shock, setting Robert off in tears, and only agitating the snake.

A green snake! She had thought it was Green Mamba one of the deadliest in Zimbabwe. Kaifus the house domestic had ran into the room, and quickly ran out again. Daniel, the gardener had appeared soon after. He had taken the snake from Robert and taken it outside. Ignoring her screaming he had calmed Robert.

“Not mamba”, he said. “Boomslang.”

A Boomslang snake!

Angel felt faint.

The nearest antidote to a Boomslang bite was in Johannesburg, an eight-hour flight away. She might have been bitten!

So as she stood from her dressing table she was ready, indeed after today she felt a desperate need to escape and a night at the Philosophy Circle was just what she needed to clear today’s event and calm her soul.

She could deal with Igwe Orizu. He was just a man after all. She glanced at her perfection in the mirror. Yes, fully armoured and protected by her beauty she could deal with any man.

“Oh wow! You look terrific.” Mark looked up in amazed delight that his beloved Angel had taken trouble to look so good. After the last few months it was a relief to see her caring for herself again.

It still surprised him that at 36 years old and three children his wife could look just as stunning now as when he first met him. Her natural grace, and high cheekbones were all the classic signs of a stylish woman. She looked far younger than she was, and he was confident that he had been lucky enough to marry a woman who would probably always retain those classic good looks.

Now her eyes had a fire and determination in them he had not seen in months. Light touches of her makeup highlighted those eyes and her lips had a gloss that stirred his cock.

Her lipstick was not heavy and overdone, just the light touches that emphasised their natural shape. He was relieved she had refrained from the slapdash approach to her make-up that over the last months had seemed to be a barrier to the world.

His wife looked as though she had finally re-entered the world, and his heart soared in relief. She was getting her act together again.

“Are your ready?”

She nodded back at him. He paused for a moment looking at her. She noticed at looked at him quizzically.

“Not sure I want to take you anywhere looking that good!”

She frowned at him suddenly worried. Mark heart jumped at that frown. The last thing he wanted to do was set off her fragile temperament. This Philosophy Circle seemed to be doing her the world of good. He had even encountered her humming to herself this week.

“Just joking Honey! Let’s get going.”

The drive from the Greendale suburb to the Borrowdale suburb was short. It was also typical of this area with high walled exclusive luxury villas. Tree lined avenues. Flowering shrubs, with high bougainvillaea trees swaying slightly in the breeze, and little traffic.

He passed a neighbourhood watch sign as they drove. He had joined the neighbourhood watch. Back in the UK he would have dismissed such an organisation as a just a group of nosy parkers.

Here where the police took two hours to cycle out to respond to a call, he had recognised that there was a real need for the community co-operation. He had been surprised to find Africans and Asians also in the group. It had so many members that he had only to do two 2-hour patrols a month.

The neighbourhood watch had been a way of meeting his neighbours that he had not expected. It had also been an eye-opener as to what went on after dark in even this respectable suburb.

The patrol members went out in different shifts. So far Mark had done four shifts from midnight to 2am and met a variety of mainly white members. In his first patrol he had been taken to what he discovered was their own Neighbourhood Watch Station. Here he had been inducted, shown how to use the handcuffs, and the police radio they were provided with. Not that they could contact the police with it.

The idea was to radio back to their own station which would be manned through by Geoff Stott. Geoff would then telephone around and Watch members and call them out to any trouble. Oh yes and tell the police, which was followed by a mix of jokes and bitterness about African police!

They had driven slowly and quietly around the suburb while George Cook, and Peter Roberts briefed him on procedures, what to expect, and how to react.

Mark had been surprised at the thoroughness and discreet way they responded to strange vehicles in the area. It surprised him at how quickly they recognised a car from outside the suburb.

They had cruised past the closed and darkened Greendale shops and pulled up a few hundred yards tucking themselves off road under the spreading branches of a large tree. George wound the window down and the sound of loud music and raucous drunken laughter drifted through the night.

“What’s that?” Mark asked.

“There is a bar up there. An African bar.”

“I had never noticed it before.”

“It’s set back a bit. It’s a cheap dive for the local domestics and gardeners. A place to avoid.”

“I have never been in a place like that!”

“You never want to be! It’s for blacks!” Peter’s outburst barely suppressed his racism. Mark had been astonished to find just how deep seated was the racial prejudice of the local white population. His own view of the black population was he thought healthily balanced. He would treat each African as he found them.

“We pulled over to warn you about it. You have a wife don’t you. Make sure she goes home from the shops via Stanton Road. You don’t want her walking past this place even in daylight!”

“You should let her walk anywhere after it gets dark! Their bad enough during the day but once it gets dark no one is safe!” George added.

Mark took their comments with a pinch of salt. He had found most Africans friendly and hospitable. Except those that were working for the controlling political party seemed to be an odd crowd with big chips on their shoulders, and just as bitter as these local white men he was sharing his car with.

There was a sudden silence in the car. Mark looked around to see what had taken their attention.

To his surprise a white woman was walking down the road. As she passed a streetlight he noted she was pretty Probably in her early 20’s. Wearing a typical lightweight flowery dress that seemed to flow around her as she strolled.

“It’s Sharon Bowles,” Peter mentioned. She lives nearby in Downing Road. Mark perked up. He and Angel lived in Downing Road. He had not seen this pretty woman before.

As she reached the dirt road, she paused. She looked carefully around. She glanced hard over at the car, but the shade of the tree hid them from her eyes. Then she looked again up and down the road. Mark could see her nod to herself, then she stepped off the road and headed at a slightly quicker pace towards the noise and ruckus of the bar.

“Bitch!” The retort burst from Peter Roberts. The vitriol in his voice was alarming. Mark restrained himself from comment. He was conscious that he was new and not wanting to upset potential new friendships.

“Filthy Slut!” George Cook’s comment dripped hate. Mark was even more alarmed. He struggled with his own thoughts and responses.

“It might not be what you think.”

George and Peter both turned to look at him. Disbelief and scorn on their faces. They struggled with their exasperation.

“Mark, have you ever taken your wife shopping in the Greendale suburbs?”

Mark nodded looking across at Peter. George butted in.

“Tell me Mark on those shopping trips has your wife ever groped and fondled?” Mark swallowed hard. It was impossible to take his wife or daughter shopping without some enterprising bold African, or two, or three demonstrating a physical interest!

His silence told.

“So what do you think happens at 1am in the morning when a white woman walks alone into a bar full of drunken Africans?”

At that moment he heard the door to the bar slam closed. Followed immediately by whooping and yelling breaking out in the bar.

Mark looked away.

The image of that pretty woman in her feminine flowery dress being fondled and groped….pulled across a bar table as horny Africans gathered around. He started fixedly out of the window and tried to suppress his sudden excitement at the thought of Sharon Bowles being repeatedly fucked by those rowdy excited Africans.

“Look Mark. I know you are fresh out from England with English ideas and tolerance and understanding but this is Africa.” Mark turned back to George, and Peter piped up.

“Believe you me Mark, when a white woman takes black cock in Africa. It’s just the start of the rot.”

“Not that a white man would have anything to do with her again!”

“Or even her own family if they found out!”

Mark looked at the Rhodies. He had no doubt their sincerity and passion. He wondered if they had any understanding if the depths of their own racism. He hoped he would never descend to such depths of despair as these two.

“Well I’m not sitting here, knowing what is going on over there!” George started the car and they drove off.

Strangely enough he never shared an evening patrol with George and Peter again. Not that he avoided patrols with others like them. Indeed their distrust of the Africans was behind their determination and perseverance with these night patrols.

He also learned a lot about Harare at night and his neighbours. Clearly not all were so fervently anti-black. He recalled the night with Joe Vogert, and Fred Smith. Their keen eyes had spotted a car deep in some woodland. Naturally suspicious they had approached from behind, parked quietly and closed with the vehicle.

It was a large estate, and the seats had been lowered. About ten feet from the car Joe said it was the Roberts car. It must have been stolen and abandoned. He was looking to see if any parts had been stolen, when the car seemed to shiver.

They stepped back a moment, then Fred seemed to glide forward silently.

“Bitch! She’s back to her old tricks!”

Mark stepped forward to look.

He could see a pair of white legs; a pumping black body hid the rest. His heart leapt in surprise. He had never seen others make love. Never been close to others indulging in sex. Here just a few feet away a white woman was illicitly engaging in sex with a black man. One of his most deep- rooted fantasies taking place literally feet away.

Joe waved them back. As they climbed back inside the car Mark looked between them.

“Do I take it that was Mrs Roberts?”

They both nodded looking sour.

“I guess that was not Mr Roberts?”

“Mike Roberts was crippled in the war. A mine blew up his armoured car.”

“Aye, Africans planted that mine, and now his wife lets African men between her legs to get what she can’t get from her husband anymore!”

“It’s a disgrace.”

“Something should be done about it.”

Joe and Fred looked at each other, then as though remembering his presence looked at Mark. Then they looked at each other as though making a secret agreement before looking away.

On another evening he was out on patrol with Karl Voigt and Donald Mc Donald when they had come across a villa with its gates open at 1am in the morning. The normal practice at such a find was to pay a visit to the owner and ask if he knew his gates were open.

To his surprise Donald had said no, and they had pulled up a few hundred yards away.

“Watch and wait,” said Donald. “I know this house. I suspect her husband must be away. I don’t think he has a clue what goes on when he is away. This is the sort of thing you need to see for yourself.”

Karl wound his window down, and the subdued sounds of laughter and music came from the villa.

A few minutes later three African men strolled down the road. Each carried packs of canned bear. Without hesitation they turned into the villa gates.

Donald nodded his head.

“I heard Sue Clarke ran a wild house when her husband was away. Now we have seen it for ourselves.”

Mark looked across at Karl who nodded.

“Burglars would never have walked in so openly carrying beers.”

Mark could see the sense of that. They drove off shortly afterwards to look out for people who wanted protection.

Now as Mark drove Angel to tonight’s meeting he fell into what seemed a natural sweep of his surroundings.

Although it was evening the rich scent of flowering trees pervaded the warm African evening. The drive from the Greendale suburb to the Borrowdale was a seamless drive through secluded well maintained villa’s that anywhere else in the world would costs hundreds of thousands, if not millions, but in Zimbabwe fetched prices in the low tens of thousands. An amount that was still an impossible dream for ordinary Africans.

He glanced across at Angel. She was reclining with her eyes shut, and he revelled in the picture perfect beauty of his wife. At times like this he could disregard the confused insecurity her tempers frequently displayed. The last few months had seen a marked improvement.

Indeed this week they had made love to three times! He couldn’t remember the last time they had made love three times in a week. He would happily take Angel to this Philosophy meet, or any other event if it helped her recovery, and their sex life improved as well

He glanced back at her and his gaze focussed on her breasts. Remarkably full and firm after three children. The way in which Angel had relaxed back into her seat, had perhaps without intention resulted in her full breasts standing full and firm from her body.

For a moment a brief image of black hands clasping and squeezing those perfect white orbs came to mind. It was a hugely exciting vision, but one he knew would never happen. His wife was far too conservative to indulge in an affair, especially with a black man.

Although she denied it he suspected she had inherited a closet racism from her undoubtedly racist father.

He glanced back at her. She looked so peaceful in repose, with her head resting on the backrest. As usual she had applied very little make up, but even so she was lovely.

Another image flashed into his head.

An African holding her pretty head firmly as he pushed a black cock between his wife’s parted lips.

He suppressed the image, even as he did so he wondered if he wanted to suppress such a fanciful image. Fanciful indeed, in nineteen years of marriage his wife had sucked his cock only three times, and then only half-heartedly, and certainly not to completion!

The idea that a black man might persuade her to suck cock was mere fantasy. Though he mused it would be nice fantasy to think about. He loved his wife, but to say she was conservative sexually was a huge understatement.

It seemed ironic that such a beautiful woman could have such a low interest in sex. He had no doubt that many men would look at his wife and desire her. He smiled, as he pondered if their interest would survive discovering her low sex drive.

They arrived at the luxury villa in Borrowdale, which hosted the meet. As he arrived some cars were leaving. Others were pulling up, or parking at the main house. He turned in and drove up the long drive.

When she next saw Marius, two dark haired girls were pleasing him. Maya managed to keep down her jealousy, and only longing took her heart. Nassar decided around then that she had rested enough. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, tasting his soft skin, kissing the full mouth that was so easy to reach. He seemed to understand her earlier hint, and was working her nicely, delaying her release.

Opening her eyes as another orgasm reverberated on her soul, Maya noticed her Marius near her. Her longing had him there. Nassar left Maya, sat back on the cushions. Maya knelt before him, looked at her lover. As he nodded, Maya took the black cock on her mouth, just as Marius penetrated the channel her orgasms had tightened.

Maya paused to complain, then resumed her worshipping. The colors marring her vision were blinding her, her need almost too much to bear. The men exchanged places, and Maya tasted the more familiar shaft. Nassar’s fingers tried her backside, and at that Maya’s heart paused. Marius’ hands comforted her, held her face, making her wait, then he leaned forward, holding her by placing his arm securely around her, his hand resting under her armpit. Nassar pressed in as Maya let out a small desperate cry, as Marius held her close.

Nadir looked over the girl pleasing his cock to see what the matter was. Marius seemed to be guiding Nassar, and by the priestess’ moans, he was doing very well indeed .

Marius held her throughout, as Nassar fought to take her, and Ma’ayan did feel a little pain. No matter though, the feeling of it, to be stretched so much, to be held so closely by her own husband, as an offering it seemed, it was driving her insane. Maya fought to delay her release, to give Nassar more time to enjoy her many gifts, to make it last a little longer. Maya always felt everything so strongly back there, and he was going further, and further, in such a slow, calculated manner, it was hypnotizing her.

“Breathe, Ma’ayan.”

Ah, she did breathe, she had to, there was not enough air in the room for her to breathe, she was seeing things against her eyes, black, red, orange, black, and she was getting so carried on, with a stranger!

How she cried out as he pressed, for his cock was thicker closer to the base, and he just took her, in and out, and the pain was gone, her fear was gone, everything was gone.

The orgasm in her belly wanted to go somewhere, it could be contained no longer. Nassar started to press really deep, and then the energy unraveled, her entire body contracted around his cock, folded into itself, and “he knew”, he knew to just press forward, slowly and to the hilt, as the one fierce spasm continued, on and on. It lasted as long as there was more of him to go.

Maya was screaming, she had to be.

Finally the orgasm died on, released, and something crucial happened, so important. She wished she could remember it. She would have, had she not passed out.

Out cold.

***

Nadir found Marius studying in the library, in the very early morning.

“I presume the fairy sleeps late.”

Marius smiled cordially. “Oh, she is no fairy, if one pulls her out of bed before she is ready.”

“An apprentice sorceress. I can scarcely believe it when I see her. And so well concealed. Three weeks dressed as the lowest apprentice, and no one notices.”

Marius closed his book. “That was a dangerous thing, I should have been more attentive of her.”

“I watched her more closely than you realize.”

“Thank you.” Marius paused, staring at the book, looking for the right words. “There is one thing about her I cannot understand.”

“If my ignorance can serve you…”

Marius acknowledged the Master with a smile, then went serious. “The karma raised by her ancestors sank Alrana into the mud, and all suffered from it, one way or the other. Why did it not affect Ranya, or her?”

Nadir thought a while, remembering with pain in his eyes. “Because her ancestors played all the way.”

Marius rejected this, sank back into the chair.

Nadir went on. “That power is not forbidden by itself. No form of power truly is. The use made of the forces existing in nature, is what causes harm, adds to the karmic burden. That innocent fairy girl, ill conceived as she was, ran away, and birthed another like her. They remained away from your blessed Alrana, struggled, until they found a safe place to flower, to grow.”

Marius had a tear in his eye. “Safe? She has suffered much, Nadir. These hands caused no small part of it.”

“Yet she gives herself to you, as if you were sustenance, the very air she breathes.” Nadir’s voice grew gentler. “When you lay with her, the entire place feels it. ”

Marius did not react to his last statement, lost in his own thoughts, his own pain.

Nadir sighed. “Marius, one mistake they did make, and it was a crucial one: they forgot to consider that, when the being they summoned finally became flesh, it would naturally seek peace and simplicity, value it more than anything. It would fight for it, and the Universe would help it achieve it. If she keeps finding you, then you are that peace for her Marius. Make yourself nothing more, and nothing less. Let it go.”

There was a long pause between them, until Marius regained control of his emotions.

Nadir approached the man gently. “Are any of your children anything like her?”

Marius shook his head. “There is one, the only girl child of hers which she named in the sacred language. I am unsure about her, only time will tell. The other ones are accomplished children, and that is all. Thank the heavens for that.”

***

Lazy days passed, one after the other.

Marius was probably doing some studying of his own, Maya could tell. One lazy afternoon, after they had satisfied each other and were resting, he laid her on her side, and penetrated her pussy for behind. He embraced her carefully, then did nothing else.

Maya relaxed and dozed off, the cock still buried in her. As her pussy started to close and contract, it found that it could not, for it was still full. That caused a chain reaction of twitching and contracting, which in turn woke up the sleeping cock, which made it a lot larger, which made her pussy all the happier. Soon Maya was pressing her thighs together, putting some attention at squeezing her internal walls to please him, until it all collected into a frantic orgasm for her. He just pat her hair, said nothing.

He did nothing.

It happened at least twice: her poor pussy trying to go to sleep, then finding better activities to concentrate on. When she had all but dozed off again, he turned her on her back, made love to her for a little while, obliged her with as much pleasure as she could want, only to go back to the original position. Her pussy was tingling continuously, and had lost its shape. Maya could feel him inside her, her walls hugging the poor cock that was also trying to go rest, and could not. She could feel herself against the bed, the air filling her lungs, her curled fingers. Her whole body felt.

Maya did not know how long it went on, but, many hours later it seemed, her state of mind had changed. Her vision seemed dimmer, but sharper. The orgasms filled her mind with a blue haze; she was completely aroused when he moved; completely relaxed when he stopped.

Somehow she knew that he was going to move for real now. Her pleasure gripped her immediately and did not let go. He gave her small instructions, as it lasted:

“Keep breathing normally.”

Maya’s training came to her help. As the “experience” continued, she allowed herself only to watch from afar. Closing her eyes made her consciousness sink away from him so she kept them open.

“Stay close to the surface.”

Flashes of light marred her vision, and when he finally came inside her, the thing did not end. Now she remembered all her past experiences of this exquisite pleasure, and relished her knowledge of them before they eluded her once more. Luckily she remembered little of this afterwards.

She might have wanted nothing else, ever again.

***

Marius left her in Ashwa once more, to visit this and that place, to keep his politics in order. Ma’ayan joined more of the lessons, became more involved in the daily life of the place. After the ceremony, she took to dressing her rank, as a teacher, and that naturally kept the students away.

Maya was alone before, and she was alone now. Maybe this was the way it was meant to be.

By a water pool she sat, in the middle of a magical garden. It seemed that all monasteries and schools had at least one of these; their very upkeep was a form of contemplation.

The writings of Ashwa were causing a great turmoil in her mind. Far from providing any answers, they presented a quest, an entire change of life, of direction. Maya understood now why so few of Alrana ever came here, and why they returned so troubled. Ashwa challenged her to become a better adept, to give up so much in the process, and she was not ready to do it. The fairy picked a single pink flower that had fallen to the floor, examined it. It looked just as perfect as the ones in the tree. It reminded her so of a woman’s secrets, that flower - so delicate - Maya caressed its petals just like she would caress her own body.

“I must be going nuts, I am embarrassing myself, and I am alone. Or am I?”

Then she looked up to see Nassar smiling, enjoying the scene.

“Aren’t you a quiet one?”

The black man approached. “I saw your earlier in the library, you sat there for so long … I would say that you are reading above your ability, but in truth, I know not what your abilities really are. What you read, does it speak to you?”

“Yes, rather more deeply than I would have it. So much trouble to find peace of mind, and I had to find a text that would rob me of the little I have left.”

“Most here cannot see their meaning. They seek power, experiences mostly. What do you seek?”

“I learn what my teacher would have me learn.”

“That is rather remarkable.”

“If you say. What do you seek yourself, Nassar?”

“I thought I knew, when I started. When one is young, power to see further than others, to affect things, seems worthwhile. Now, elusive as all that may be, I am a lot older than I was then, and starting to fear that it would be useless.”

“So you found yourself. That is not a bad result.”

Nassar smiled. “No, it is not.”

The beautiful man picked the flower carefully, pat it again, the way Maya had done it. It affected her immediately, the parallel so clear to her mind. When he was sure she had understood, he held the flower with both hands, and inserted his rather large thumbs into the flower’s pinky depths.

Maya gasped at his directness, much too lonely not to respond.

Nassar looked straight into her eyes. “Do you wish to work with me? I noticed you avoid the ceremonies, I would, if I was you. I am hardly as crowned as your Master, but I have some accomplishments under my belt, and I only play safe.”

Maya smiled. “I noticed. I cannot answer though, without knowing exactly what you want.”

“I want to break the rules. Ashwa has too many of them. I just want to work unguarded, see where it leads me.”

Maya was startled. “I like rules, myself. Don’t you threaten all the progress you made until today, by going against them?”

“I do. I question that I progressed at all. If I must start from the beginning so be it. Though I understand if you are wary, after all, you don’t know me. We could work according to the rules for a while, and this way you would learn what they are in these parts. If you felt safe, then you might allow me to go ‘Alranan’ on you.”

Maya laughed at his audacity. In Ashwa the woman took the lead, allowing the male Initiate to experience his awakening under her ministrations, prolonging the experience impossibly so he could seek his answers within. Such a proposal was very attractive to her, for her Marius — so gentle and respectful - was very dominant in his ways.

Going ‘Alranan’ on her afterwards, meant that they would switch roles, and the tiny fairy would have to yield to the mysterious man again. Maya was interested on that too, to be held down under those powerful arms, unable to escape …

“I would make no firm commitment. Each session decided in separate.”

Nassar was game. “Very well. Though I wonder if you would allow me to pry on your status. It is curiosity mostly, Ashwa is a free place, and all these castes and rules and regulations you people have are mind-boggling. What I read about your marriage Alliance was absolutely shocking and it cannot be right: I saw the way your Master treats you. What is Marius to you really? Master, husband, guru?”

The woman shook her head, smiling, held her palm up so he could see the sign there. “All of the above.”

“And what is this highborn deal you Alranan’s have? What would it mean if I made you pregnant?”

Maya shuddered. “Oh, no, no. No pregnancies. It would mean a very cranky husband. It is dangerous for me, and I have so many children already.”

“We know how to avoid it here, if you like. Though you know, nothing is so sure. Indulge me. Would my child inherit your status? Would it be my child at all?”

“Ah, so many questions. Obviously it could happen, and what the gods decide, is not for me to judge. The highborn of Alrana are dying out. It gives no true advantage to be one these days, at least not on paper. Due to incessant meddling on the part of my ancestors, being a highborn assures a certain measure of innate power, real or perceived. It opens doors.”

Maya left out all the trouble it caused. No point sharing so much.

“Of course it does. Which is why we are so unhappy about the whole system. Birth means nothing here.”

“Ah, I wish I had known that when I chose where to live! ”

“Alranan’s are very conservative where paternity is concerned, and the way I am married is in itself an anomaly. Any child I birthed would be my husband’s, even if I got pregnant two hundred miles from where he stood. I am bound to him for life; those who believe would say the bond we share lasts even longer.”

It made Maya shudder anew, every time she thought of the vow she took. “I belong to him.”

Nassar showed her his arm, black as night, and smiled. Maya acknowledged him.

“It would call him father, if it was born black, red or even blue.”

Nassar imagined Lord Nayran, Marius’ father, holding a blue grandchild in his arms. “Oh, would I not like to see that.”

Maya caught that image all too clearly in her own mind, and she laughed heartily. “Me too. Nassar. Me too.”

***

Nassar taught her the ways of Ashwa, the small Rituals, the long preliminaries. He was patient with her when she faltered, for someone so seemingly accomplished, she was still much too eager. Must be her fairy blood talking …

Maya sat in the cool receiving hall, in the hottest hour of the day. Again she sat before the purple pattern on the floor, studying it, letting her mind go where it would. The heat played havoc with her senses, it was almost trance-like, the languor it induced.

After a while, she was found by Nassar. Maya was never left alone for very long, unless she retreated to the guest house.

Nassar sat before her, in silence, watching.

“Vishuddi.”

Maya looked up. “Pardon?”

“Vishuddi. The image before you. The one you seem obsessed with.”

Maya smiled. “I am not obsessed. It is hot outside. Alrana is a very cold place, and it agrees with me.”

“I am not buying that, little fairy.” “Your teacher, he explains little, does he not?”

The woman looked at the window, thought before answering. “When the time arrives, he explains enough.”

“Ah, but by that time, you do not need it anymore, right?”

“Marius believes my own experiences to be the most important. His opinions he offers only when I have formed my own.”

“That is a harsh method, in my opinion.”

“There are reasons.”

Nassar looked at her for the longest while, and Maya did not look away.

“So soon, Nassar? ”

The man then removed his robes.

“Here?”

Maya watched his naked body for a while, her mind so hazy from the heat. So easy to sink into the state he wanted her in …

The woman stood, removing her robes over her head, completely naked to his gaze. Nassar remained sitting, though he kissed her belly, her thighs. So much teaching, so much preparation, and Nassar seemed to want to start by breaking the rules.

Maya closed her eyes, sinking into herself. Nassar brought her forward, her legs forced slightly apart, his large hands running all over her body. The hazy mind was a perfect conduit for her raging desire, which she was allowing to rise, unbound. The hand stopped at her mound, his fingers trying her folds, crushing her clit, moving to her entrance. Maya bent her knees a little, allowing him in, and his fingers went further, further, stretching her, opening her, so much.

Nassar had no intention to hasten his advances, so Maya relaxed as she was, posed as a warrior, feet firmly planted on the ground, her back straight, her knees bent. A finger entered her wetness, snugly held at first, then less so as he moved it sensuously, in and out and around, encouraging her to open herself as much as possible. Maya remembered well how he had felt, in that Ritual a few weeks ago. She contracted around him unwittingly, as the memory of an orgasm coursed through her.

“Don’t wander.”

Nassar helped her lower herself, crouching impossibly until her secrets touched his erect cock. Almost out of balance, she lowered herself further, and further, stretching her entrance, even hurting it a little, teasing it with the large mushroom of a head. Wetness accumulated all around, as Maya let only the head in, fighting not to moan in desperation, fighting not to simply sit on him all the way, her mind so hazy. How could she give herself, and remain in control?

“Simple enough. ”

Maya kept lowering herself further and further, letting more and more of him in, feeling her own weight heavily on her stretched legs, teasing herself by pulling back, then letting only the head in and out, penetrating her each time anew. Nassar soon tired of that, and a hand on her back made her go down lower, and lower, feeling more of him each time. Only when his cock touched her womb, brushed past it - truly as far as it could possibly go - did he help her turn her legs around, kneel over him.

Maya continued the moving, keeping him interested, and herself safe. Nassar moved to kiss her, opening her mouth with his tongue, the first sign that he wanted all of her, everything she could give. Soon his arms were directing her moving, lengthening her swaying, bringing her crashing down the oh so hard erection.

Nassar picked the tiny woman by the shoulders, lifted her gently, then sat her in the floor. Swiftly he made her lay face down , lifting her hips so she could not fight his invasion. When he was firmly buried in her pussy, he started moving, without mercy, exacting her first orgasm within the minute. Harder and harder he pressed, as she cried out, overwhelmed, and she tried to move away. Nassar just held each of her palms to the floor, as he thoroughly pounded the ever tightening walls, one orgasm after the other flooding her pussy with moisture aplenty, as the woman got so completely lost. Ma’ayan screamed continuously as he drove her to the conclusion he wanted, to show her what he meant, the measure of what he could give.

Nassar failed to ask only one thing: did Ma’ayan want to get there this way?

The moans coming from her were frightful, not pain, not that, they were fear. Something was happening to her, and she seemed so unsure, even as Nassar felt he was giving her something no one else had. That one powerful orgasm finally gripped her, and her pussy gripped his cock continuously, limiting his movement, as she screamed one impossible long scream, and he drove into that very scream like mad.

Just before it happened, when she should not have been coherent any longer, by no means, Ma’ayan broke free from his arms.

“How?”

Nassar stared in confusion, and the next thing he saw, was Ma’ayan across the room.

“That is such a dangerous thing to do, fairy!”

Maya eyed him in a way that scared him to the bone. He made to move, but his own body did not respond.

“Are you all right?”

The woman just left.

Nassar must have passed out, or something along those lines. He woke up as the sun was setting, and it took a while, until he came to his senses, understood what he was doing naked on the receiving hall. The memories came down upon him hard, and he questioned his recollections.

“How could I lose control like that?”

Nassar went straight to the guest house, refusing to allow the thoughts in his head to form. “She will never forgive me for this.

Her teacher is going to kill me.”

Ma’ayan opened the door, looking weary, he must have woken her up. She seemed dizzy too, so she excused herself, and went back in. Nassar followed, as she laid in her bed. He made to sit on it, but then remembered himself.

“I am not sure what happened there.”

Ma’ayan smiled bitterly. “Unfortunately I am well aware.”

Nassar was contrite. “It never happened like that before. You must believe me.”

“I do. It has happened before. I should have known: you told me you wanted to break your own rules. Well, before you do that again, you should learn a little further. You are right that it was dangerous.” ” The one in danger was you!”

“You are hurt, are you not?”

“It is nothing. I can take care of these things myself. I do wish to rest though. Could we talk of this at another time?”

Nassar rose to leave, and in his heart he knew they would not be speaking of this again. Well, it was his fault. “I am so sorry that it ended this way. If you change your mind, there is a Healer among us, by the name Raziel. He lodges in the teacher’s quarters, and he knows what to do in these cases.”

“Thank you.” Maya’s gratitude was sincere,

“Farewell then.”

***

Maya did visit the Healer after all. If she neglected herself, her husband would be mad at her. Certain things she just could not bend far enough to see.

“There is nothing to worry, pretty one. You are looking just fine.”

Maya smiled, dressed herself again. “May I ask a question that might seem prying?”

“Of course.”

“Where are the midwives in this place?”

“Not here, as you noticed. We send the pregnant women to a village a little higher up, where they can raise their children more happily for a while. Imagine it, being a child in such a place, having to be silent all the time.”

“That makes perfect sense.”

“Ah, your husband did not tell you that. He should have, he worked there himself for quite a long while.”

“I heard a thing or two.”

“Such a Healer that one. Hasn’t Alrana some dried up administrator to spare? Heavenly gifts wasted on politics. A shame.”

“I know not of all their reasons, Sir. Though he still learns, when he can. We all do what we must in this life.”

“That is very true. Well, be careful with those Ashwan so called Masters, little fairy. What you are attempting with them, must be a physical impossibility.”

Maya laughed. Healers were always amusing her, how they would say what no one else would dare to. “I will keep that to heart. Thank you.”

***

Maya felt her heart jump when she came back to the guest house. Could he be back so soon?

Her pace quickened when her instincts fed her hopes. “Please let it be so.”

She lost all caution and ran the rest of the way as if she was fifteen years old.

Marius took her in his arms as soon as she entered the room, picked her up, swung her around, threw her in the bed playfully.

Maya was so completely happy to see him. “I was not expecting you for a while. Have your wanderings been successful?”

“Some of my plans have changed. Where were you, no one knew what to tell me.”

Lie to Marius? Bad idea.

“At the Healer’s.”

He went all concerned at once.

“You are well I hope.”

“Yes, just making sure.”

Marius knew his wife enjoyed what little privacy she had. But he worried sick about her. “Can I help you with anything? Maya, what happened?”

“Shh, Lord Marius. Just a precaution, to appease my ever worrying teacher. Nothing more.”

Marius let it pass for now. He would know what happened, someone would end up telling him. “How are your studies going?”

“Ah, very troubling. I know not where that stuff ends, and ” I ” start.”

“Ha, and all these years you were pressing me to let you read these things. See how much I spared you.”

Maya smiled lightly. “True, you are such a sweet teacher.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“I have actually, though it is only marginally connected. The concept of the Alliance, how did it start?”

Marius sat forward. “You ask something I have no answer for. I am not sure anyone has.”

“This entire sub-religion of a concept, surely it did not appear from thin air?”

“I may tell you what I think: no one knows. The magical part of it happens very much at random, and ever since, people have tried to find explanations for it. It is always what cannot be explained, that gets involved in so much superstition, so many protective Rituals. When it was forced it failed, when it failed, it was a disastrous waste of time. When it happened on its own it worked, and when it worked, it was dangerous, and the results, made others afraid.”

Maya stared at Marius blankly, as if he had switched to another language mid-sentence.

He smiled and bent to kiss her. “If I come across any writings on this subject, I will tell you.”

“How come I have had visions of the patterns on the Ashwan floor in my mind for the past ten years?”

“That is another question. Are they really visions, Maya, or do you lack a better word?”

Maya continued staring.

“Learning not to answer, eh, pretty fairy?” “Please answer me, Maya.”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“It will all be clear to you in time, rather sooner than I planned. I myself am afraid that I must ask for you for a great favor, which is why I am back.”

Maya smiled. “Of course.”

“Not so fast, dear fairy. So much might it cost you, that you are free to refuse without knowing what it is.”

“Am I free to refuse it “after” I know what it is?

Marius nodded gravely. “Yes.”

The fairy smiled wickedly. “Spill it wizard.”

“Do you remember when you had your visions of the famine, and you shared them with me?”

Maya’s face contracted as if she wanted to cry, and she backed away half a step. “I do. ” “Why mention that now?”

“Have you had more? Do you remember anything from the ones you had? You said plague then, and I corrected you.”

“Sorry Marius. I am bad with remembering still. Today I am able to know that something happened, even the extent of what happened when I am in a trance, but that is as far as it goes.”

Marius sighed. “It is common, Ma’ayan. It is a protective mechanism, really, it keeps involuntary abilities safe as long as it is place.”

The man regarded her for a while. “Something is up, definitely, and we are all in danger from it. The famine that struck last year, it was just a taste of what it is to come. Am I lacking as your teacher, if I want to know what it is, from you?”

“If there are means by which you could access that information, I would surely allow you. Is that what you wish?”

“Yes.”

***

Ma’ayan, Nadir and Nassar met in their guest rooms later that evening. Marius dressed Ma’ayan in a white silk gown and nothing else, which made her so uncomfortable, with the moon being dark …

“They don’t mind it, sweet. You should not either.”

Her husband was going to drug her out of her mind. Sounded like a simple plan, had Ma’ayan not been such a difficult patient, and drugs had not done such crazy things to her. Tonight, that was the very side effect they wanted to exploit.

Marius held the chalice with the unusual drug, regarded her for a while, then he whispered.

“As always, if you are afraid, take it as a sign, and don’t do it.”

Maya was not afraid. She was curious, and that was all. She took the chalice from his hands, looked into his eyes.

“Only half for now. We will see how it goes.”

Marius helped her lay down comfortably, and Nadir guided her on relaxing her every limb. His voice was so soothing, and she would have relaxed, had not her mind started working so hard. Drugged, she could not fight it really, and when Maya’s mind went free, it thought about her favorite subject: her, Marius, the bed. Inspired by the herbs, her thoughts moved to include Nadir and Nassar as well.

Such a party it all made.

Maya opened her eyes, startled. Marius and Nadir could surely read minds!

Her husband was standing over her with another chalice, smiling.

“Don’t worry. No one but me is touching you while you are drugged. You know how I work.”

“Hmm, so you are touching me?”

At that, the man dipped his finger into some other drug, and brought it to her lips, and she let him slip his finger under her tongue. Maya sank really deep almost instantly.

” So many doors. “Maya rushed from door to door, running free through many white corridors, but she was not happy, she was uneasy. She had a mission here, what was it? Was she lost inside her own mind?

Her awareness rushed by her own thoughts and recollections, flashes of consciousness, searching for something she could not find. It continued long, the rushing, the running, and seemingly a long while later, she opened her eyes again.

“Did you sleep well?” Marius seemed so happy, that she had dreamt instead of working.

Maya tried to sit up, then gave up the idea when he nodded to her lightly.

“It did not work, did it? Why are you so glad?”

Marius smiled some more, proud even, as he spilled what was left of the dangerous drugs, washed the cups, the Healer never left him. “If I can’t force you by drugging you, I, the one you trust, no one else can.”

That would certainly have been a reason to celebrate, had she not “wanted” to help them.

“Well, I am glad of that, but now I cannot help, can I?”

Marius helped her set up, gave her some water, and Nadir eyed him so strangely.

“No.”

Nadir turned to his son. “Please leave us, Nassar.”

Maya eyed both of them curiously. “What is it?”

Marius shook his head as Nadir continued.

“We can make it happen, make you remember. It has a catch, though. Once you are fully awakened, there is no going back. Your teacher feels your powers work in balance, and that we should never interfere with them. ”

“Well, he is right, Sir, there is a lot more inside me than I can handle. In the past few years I have got some voluntary control of these things, and I have been in a load of trouble ever since.”

Marius sat beside her. “Maya, if you were a student in Ashwa, and Nadir had met you when you Initiated, what he means to do to you today, he would have done then.”

Nadir added. “I would not even have asked your permission.”

Maya smiled, cunningly. “You should inquire to your own son what not asking for my permission does.”

The Elder smiled back, acknowledging her, crossed his hands. “I will leave you two alone.”

Marius kissed the fairy. “What is your first instinct, Maya. Answer without thinking.”

“That it is time. I cannot be controlled by my teachers any longer, which means I have to control myself.”

Marius held her hand. “I think you are more than ready, Maya. Truly, I have waited too long. This has far ranging consequences, but since it is something that could happen anytime now, even in your sleep, I guess this is a good opportunity. Nadir is a true Adept, and you are safer than I could possibly make you.”

Maya lowered her head, then looked up again at the one man she loved. “We should bring him out of the cold, then.”

***

Nadir started one of those Rituals of weird worshipping that Nassar had been teaching her. They took a new meaning to her now. This was not a case of two students playing magician anymore. The men before her knew what they were doing.

Ma’ayan had never met anyone that could find his way around her powers. Now, as she laid naked in the bed, being worshipped for what she was, Maya thought that those two could actually manage it. She could not help but fear it all a little.

Marius played with her secrets so gently, and she knew this was going to last a while. Too bad the moon was dark, she hoped she would not suffer from this greatly. People such as Nadir believed that women held special magic at this time of the month.

“Marius makes magic with me all year round. ”

Marius entered her pussy slowly, filling her so completely, and pulled her with him so they laid side by side. She knew what she must do, please him without moving, such a strange request it had always seemed, but by now Maya knew what it did.

Maya sank into blackness, as her desire built into that strange way, collected, under her control, because she was the one doing everything. Avoiding peaking, she built as much as she could, and now and then Marius would move, and it felt so good, so really good, her walls coated with magic, so exquisitely sensitive, and when he stopped, she resumed her motionless loving.

Marius turned her around, entered her pussy from behind, so he could kiss her breasts, her mouth. It felt so seemingly perfect, this union, to love him under such a golden haze, without aiming for anything. They needed to prove nothing to each other.

They both knew where this went.

Marius started thrusting into her pussy, very slowly, and Nadir now joined then. His fingers touched her clit, playing with it, intensifying her hunger, her need, and the fire building up on her belly, she could already feel. Marius slowed down without allowing her release, and by now she really, really wanted it.

Again she was turned, her back turned to Nadir, who now played with her other, tightly closed opening. A finger he sent in, skillful, no doubt, because Marius hard and inside of her left so little place for this sort of thing.

Nassar then teased her with oil, a lot of oil, why, he even squirted it into her using a who-knows-what. Maya had a little moment of panic, when she understood how exactly those two were going to work together. She feared them, because they were going to succeed. Marius pat her head, understanding.

“It is not a given, Ma’ayan. You are not going to be forced to do anything. If it does not work, we will leave you be.”

That did help her, to hear it from him, though she knew it already. Nassar started pressing a curious, smooth object into her, and immediately it heightened her sensations, so crowded she felt now. Nadir pushed the object in and out of her, teasing her tight opening, stretching it. The object was not so thick, and how long it was, she could not see.

Marius moved a little more, reminding her to stop thinking. She did, she concentrated in the colors, in the flashes of color against her eyes, as the object seemed to go deeper, and deeper, past her inner gates, past her husband’s head on her depths, past anything she had ever experienced.

Maya pressed against it, as her husband gasped in spite of himself, so tight she was holding him, but when she threatened to finally come from all this crazy pressure, Nadir stopped, removed the thing just as slowly as it had gone in.

Maya forced herself to keep her thighs apart, for they wanted to crush her clit into an orgasm, “right now.”

Nassar entered her with his own member, which was thankfully not like his son’s at all, and much more manageable. Still, it stretched her, encased in such a tight space, and Marius’s cock - who was definitely not in the manageable category - was already in. Maya was afraid again, as they started shifting her positioning, so Nadir could go further, easier, and now she was so entangled with them, she could not move, and her legs where apart, her arms widely open, in a symbolic gesture of welcome.

Welcoming the unknown.

Nadir and Marius kept turning her, entangling her more and more, and Maya knew that at the final moment, the three of them would be so tightly interlaced, so perfectly joined, it would be impossible for her to offer any physical resistance. As she always did in such cases, instead of fearing, or fighting, she gave in.

Two warm bodies were pressing against her, crushing her, kissing her mouth, doing such sweet things to her breasts; her body twisted so strangely. Maya now understood why she had to practice every morning: no way she could have been comfortable otherwise. Nadir moved a little in her ass, and Maya tried to breathe all the air in the room into her lungs, to heighten her endurance, to make it last. Marius moved a little just then, and her pussy came alive, impossibly stretched, she was.

Both men drove into her, and the orgasm that threatened, she could not hold any longer. Maya, who had managed to be silent, gave out one primal scream, shaking, praying, cursing, as both cocks moved in unison, opening her so completely, so irrevocably making way.

They slowed down when the orgasm intensified, for there was truly no space to move. Two points came alive in her, one closer to Marius’ head, and another, deeper inside, and Nadir’s cock was pointing straight at it. Then more points came alive, that one in her back, the one she always thought was an old injury, then her heart felt light, beating slowly, if felt strained, ready to burst. Maya listened to it for a long while, until her throat clenched, her tongue moved in her mouth, twisting back to touch the roof of her mouth. The colors against her closed eyelids shifted, and then, she saw that flower.

Maya should have been happy, really, this was the result of so much work, and not a small measure of suffering.

But Maya was trembling, and soon, she was crying. Now she remembered her visions, the forgotten rituals, all the memories she was not meant to retrieve. Everything came back to her at once, and she was so confused, she just came undone.

Both teachers comforted her silently, obviously they expected this.

Now she remembered her visions. Every single one of them.