Other Fan Fiction ❯ KISS Next Generation ❯ Back to the Future ( Chapter 8 )

 

by Trynia Merin
disclaimer: you know the drill by now... This part contains adult material, which put simply is
implied sex scenes!

 

"Shandi!" shouted Kelsey as the mist cleared. She was alone, in the darkness now. A strange red source of energy seemed to brush against her skin. Whirling about she heard a low growl in the darkness. Within a hearth burned a vast fire, and she peered at the weapons festooning the walls up to the open rafter ceiling. Ancient torture devices stood here and there in the cold stone chamber, dank and musty. Wherever she was, she was alone. But not for long.

"I'm gonna kill her," Kelsey grumbled to herself. Tentatively she wandered about the chamber, her sword at the ready position above her fall of red hair. Again she heard the low growl, and whirled about. Nothing.

"All right, come out and face me!" she shouted more bravely then she felt to the empty air. Eyes flickered back and forth in the sockets of her head, her hair rising on end when she sensed the presence of another. Another powerful and yet hidden from her hearing.

"Face me, coward! I am Lady Kelsey, of the Fire flash!" she shouted clearly.

"Are you?" came a low laugh crackling like fire. Kelsey backed away as a large shape loomed out of the fire, scattering coals on the stone hearth. Her eyes widened at the sight of a huge figure in a midnight cape shaking off the flames. Dark hair fell to his waist, spilling over the massive shoulders under large spiked epaulettes. Mighty dragon boots ground into the floor with the force of an earthquake. Her thoughts of Jeannie soared into her head at the sight of the black patches around the dark eyes, set high in a face as white as snow.

"Demon," she gasped her heart pounding. Sexual energy crackled across the gap that slowly closed when she saw how massive his body seemed, his muscular thighs gliding under tight black form fitting armor. Powerful hands enclosed in gloves of massive spikes spanned and relaxed, dark eyes fixing in amusement as they walked up and down her body.

"I understand you are a warrior," Demon said with a low growl to his voice. It sent shivers of desire all over the far reaches of Kelsey's body.

"Indeed," Kelsey breathed, her chest heaving up and down under her chainmail halter. Red locks curled around her smooth face, just beginning to lose its baby fat to middle age. The sword still rose between her and the Demon. Slowly he strode over toward her on massive boots that seemed to quake the floor with each step. Kelsey held the sword point toward him, matching his steps with her own backwards.

"Are you a lover as well as a fighter?" he asked, taking the point of the sword in his spiked gloved hand. His hand closed over the end, pushing the sword blade downward with incredible ease. Dark eyes fixed into hers, irresistible. This was not a fight to be won with swords, but by wits. Could she keep them around when his gaze alone made her melt inside? He dwarfed her, standing nearly nine feet tall, her head just coming to his mid chest. Massive armor sheathed his chest and upper shoulders, his long cape cascading to the floor. Within the dark patches on his face his eyes hungrily examined her body. All she wore was the chainmail halter-top and skirt that gave her greater ease of movement as a warrior woman. She had no shame or need to hide her body, her bare flesh smooth and dappled with the freckles, and the black paint of her warrior caste.

"What is your fancy?" she asked, with a slow smile.

"Name it, and perhaps we can eliminate the need for weapons between us," countered him.

"I should run you through right now, for what you're doing…" she hissed, trying to remain angry at him.

"And what am I responsible for, that is so reprehensible, that warrants a lovely warrior as you coming after me?"

"You know! You hold my friends in your dungeon! You captured the friends of the Dragon Womyn, and my companion Shandi!"

"I was not aware of that. Shandi is safe and well, in the chambers of Celestial. He very much wanted to meet her. And as for the Outworlders, they have not been harmed."

"But Jeannie, Elliott, and Tyler, not to mention Mona, have been banished to Blackwell's Island!" she shouted. "How can you do this?"

"I gave no such orders. They were to have been brought here."

"Well… what do you have to say for yourself?” she shouted.

"I will make sure they are found and brought hence!" he said, snapping his fingers. Still Kelsey kept her sword up, as the Steward approached in his long robe. A heated exchange ensued, and he rushed off with a look of extreme apology. "There. You have my word they will be taken from the Island and brought here. They will join you in the morning."

"The word of the Rose?" she demanded.

"Nothing but," Demon said, sincerity in his dark eyes.

"That is better," she said, steadying her angry gaze. "But you can answer me another question. How can you let such people suffer on a place like Blackwell's island?"

"It is a prison for those who have committed crimes. We have little to do with its creation. We are only judges, impartial. Other than that we are not permitted to interfere in human affairs."

"But innocent people are being sent there, even after you proclaim them innocent! I spent one year there, in that hell hole, trying to stop from becoming a whore to Blackwell himself!"

"I was not aware of this… your sentence was rescinded by my own hand!" Demon growled.

"How convenient for you! Your stupid Major Domo didn't think so! I was shipped off on the next prison boat! I managed to escape with the help of the Society of the enlightened, thanks to Shandi and Domino, and the Outworlders! But now Domino is going to be executed, with the Strangers, the Four who are One!"

"It will not go on," Demon growled deeply. "You have my word. Apparently there are those that veil themselves from our perceptions. Those whose grasp of the Black arts are immune to the probing of even master Morpheus. The Elder hold the ancient wisdom and knowledge, and maintain the ancient ways. But it is the Monarchs that rule the races of this Realm, and mete justice. We are but Judges… but there are those that will undermine us. Therefore it is time we stopped forgetting it existed."

"About damn time," Kelsey snapped.

"We cannot leave the Citadel, but we can act."

"Why can't you leave?"

"Our powers are not effective beyond this Citadel. We cease to be Elder, and would be
as ordinary Men. That is the price we pay for our powers. Only here at the source can we act. That is why we act through Champions, and Monarchs. But it appears there are those that have been ill chosen as of late,” explained the Demon in low growling tones.

"Horrible. That sucks," she muttered.

"It is tedious, watching what the others have in the outside world. Knowing that they can die and live with no fear of the centuries of immortality. They feel and live. That is why we welcome visitors to tend us and help us in our duties. Those that are brave enough to make the Journey from their own lives and come to dwell with us are indeed worthy to serve in many ways. Not only Champions live under the Rose."

"Your caretakers…" Kelsey nodded at the elfin sylphs that strode through the room to collect the dinner things and clean the chamber.

"Have you ever considered such a duty? You are more than worthy of it, and we would welcome the presence of a human woman,” he inquired.

"You have them…" Kelsey indicated the servants.

"One tires of the women of the elf races. They are fine passionate lovers and loyal servants, but their fire and passion is beyond human ken. They love on their own terms, and their hearts are hard and wild, unable to be turned completely to us beyond serving our physical hungers. The Ogres are strong and brave, but they mate for life. As soon as a female and male are of age they are matched with their own kind, and few would consider consorting with other races. The Dwarves have no use for liaisons with Immortals. But a human woman's warmth is closer to our own ilk, our nature. And you are a human and very much a woman."

"That is so," she breathed, as he moved closer. He pushed the sword lightly down, tracing a finger along her sword arm to her shoulder. Goose pimples rose on her sensitive skin at his touch. It was difficult to resist his soul piercing gaze much longer. He leaned down, tracing his soft tongue along the outer rim of her ear, lifting her soft copper hair aside. Uselessly her sword clattered to the floor now as she froze with shock.

"You no longer wish to fight me now," he asked softly. Slowly his arm worked around her waist, holding her as her knees turned to water. His tongue stroked down her neck to her shoulder, followed by a soft gentle kiss from his ebony lips. It had been so long since a man had touched her so tenderly and without force, she could not resist. Her body ached for tenderness in a way that screamed for his touch. He moved in front of her now, his eyes fixing into hers from his imposing height as he pulled her close to his armored body. Bare flesh pressed to cold metal, his hot breath surging into her face. Under her chin his hand slipped, raising her face to his. Slowly she closed her eyes, sighing at the feel of his hands running up and down her bare back. Soft lips closed over hers, large and full in comparison to any man's that had laid a kiss there. It was surpassingly tender for a creature of such awesome strength and power as the Demon. Her moan echoed in his throat, her lips moving hungrily over his.

For a moment she pulled out of his kiss, remembering Shandi. "My friend… she's…"

"Safe and well. And I promise we will find the others, and release them from the Island. In the morning you and I will meet them,” he reassured her.

"Promise?"

"Promise," he whispered, sealing her words off with a soft kiss. "And that is my pledge. It is late, and you must be tired. Would you consider enjoying my company this night?"

"Oh yes…" she nodded, her jaw dropping with disbelief.

"There are so many things I wish to show you, brave warrior. I sense the world of men has not been kind to you, and there are many lessons that they have inflicted upon you that I desire to unlearn."

"Teach me," she whispered, as he moved away. His hand held out to her, waiting for her decision.

"Join me…" he whispered. Eagerly she gripped it, letting his fingers engulf her hand in his strong grip.

**

Elsewhere, Shandi gasped as she saw the torches flare on by themselves. She was not alone in the chamber high in the Citadel's central tower. What had her power done this time? Where was Elliott? "Oh no I did it this time!" she cursed. "Damn!"

Kelsey would kill her if she caught up with her for this. That is if she ever would find Kelsey again, if the guards didn't' find them both first! Out of the darkness chimed a soft voice like the stars themselves, "You are young, Maiden. But powerful. “

She whirled to see the tall figure in midnight and stars, his eyes set brightly in the flash of silver that festooned his narrow face. Soft brown hair curved around to frame the features of Celestial himself. Voice quavering she spoke, "I want to know where Kelsey is!"

"You are called Shandi, are you not?" he asked.

"Where is Kelsey?"

"She is with the Demon now. Apparently they have much to discuss about Blackwell's island."

"How could you let innocent people be tortured like that?" she cried.

Celestial's words were kind and gentle, "We had no idea. And for that we are truly sorry. You do not have to fear me, for I do not come to Judge, but to understand."

"That's more like it… but…"

"Join me hence in my rooms, and I will explain and listen to your grieves," Celestial offered, extending a long slender hand. Still his fingers were twice as long as Shandi's, pale and white skinned as she. Unable to resist, she put her small hand into his, and let the power of his Transport take them both away.

"We will not be disturbed here," he explained. She gasped at the expanse of stars stretching overhead, through a slit of what seemed a domed rotunda. Silver and bronze instruments stood on tables and chairs, gleaming in the firelight from a place far distant. It was the Celestial's lab, the place he studied the heavens. She gasped when she realized how few mortals had been here. Vials of powders and potions lined wooden shelves on one wall, disappearing into a long corridor. Each potion was priceless and difficult for even the highest skilled Mage to prepare.

"This is my world," he indicated with a sweep of his robed arm. "You are most welcome to partake of the scrolls of my Library, or the potions of my Alchemy."

Shandi was still speechless, unable to move from the spot on the floor. All of this was the greatest any Wizard at the Academy could ever hope to see. It dwarfed any institutions Lab that she could recall. In the presence of such ancient wisdom she felt so inadequate. Holding out his hand he asked, "Why are you still afraid, little one.”

"Because you are an Elder, and I am barely past Apprenticeship."

"How little you know of your true potential, Shandi," he sighed, shaking his head. "You are a bright star, who is yet uncharted by the Astrologers. In time they will all come to know your light and your prominence in the heavens. All have yet to be discovered in their purpose."

"You flatter me, Milord," she giggled, blood flushing hot in her cheeks.

"You deserve flattery, my little one…" he smiled, coming over and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She smelled starlight and moonbeams, gasping as her power flooded instinctively into a protective shield.

"Oh, how sweet your energies are," Celestial laughed, his cackle as silver bells. Silver energy merged around hers, lightly pushing it aside. He embraced her in his long arms that wrapped protectively around her shaking body.

"Why were my friends captured," she yelped.

"A mistake. Those that are responsible will be punished. But now it is a late hour, and you must be tired."

"Milord!" she groaned, as Celestial stroked his fingers through her soft hair.

"Do you wish to pass the night at my side," he asked.

"I'm only a maiden," she got out.

"There are many who have learned from the Elder. It is not uncommon to teach young ones. It is far better for you to learn from one of great experience then the fumbling hands of a boy."

"Please…" she begged.

"Let me taste your sweet lips for the first time," he whispered. Like a small child she leaned up for a kiss, puckering her lips and squeezing her eyes shut. Celestial grasped her waist in his slender hands and lifted her up to his face. Dark lips brushed over hers with the softest of touches. slowly growing into a sweet firm kiss. Shandi moaned, relieved at how pleasurable it felt. Eagerly she moved closer, gasping for breath.

"Put your arms around me, little one, and release your inhibitions," he whispered against her lips. "I will let no harm come to you."

Slowly he carried her to the expansive bed to one side of the star field, laying her
down gently. He sat her on the edge, standing before her. It was high enough that her face was on an even level with his, her eyes fixing into his soft dark ones. He swept his hand in a smooth gesture, and Shandi felt the chill of the night creep over her skin. Looking down she saw herself sitting on the midnight bedclothes wearing nothing more then what she came into this world with. Except for the Medallion of her Wizard's academy that hung between her breasts. She shyly folded her hands over her breasts, embarrassed at the curves of her young body.

"Let me see you, Shandi. Don't hide from me. I see more than most, and you are a fair maiden indeed," he smiled, moving her hands away. He took her wrists in his hands, gently holding her
arms at her sides as he leaned forwards and pressed a soft kiss to her breasts.

"Let me share the secrets of the heavens," he whispered, pushing her back on the bed. He lifted under her knees and set her more in the center. Spreading aside the blue counterpane he revealed the satin sheets that reached up to receive them both. For a time he leaned over her, dragging his leg onto the bed and pressing soft kisses up and down her bared skin. Soft secrets of Eternity escaped his lips that moved over her ears and neck, his silver power surging truths into her skin with each touch. Within her mind opened a door and strange truths began to seep through.

"You aren't being fair," she whispered.

"How so?" he smiled.

"I want to see what you look like…"

"Fair enough," he nodded, and moved off of her, waving his hand. The robe dropped to reveal his slender body, cloaked in black studded with diamonds as bright as a galaxy.

"I claim you as my precious one," he whispered. "My disciple, who is worthy of great feats. Will you let me teach you more?"

"Oh yes…" she gasped, a bolt of desire sweeping over her body.

***

The first kiss burned as hot fire all over the regions of her body. She lay down on a vast bed in his private rooms. Only the firelight illuminated the vast space furnished in rich red carpet and high tapestries. Weapons hung over the fireplace, gleaming in the flickering flames, opposite the huge bookcases to the other side of the hearth. Demon was a scholar, a fighter, and an Elder, and a lover of legend. She was just about to find out for herself.

"Release all inhibitions," Demon growled. "You are mine to do with as I please…"

Kelsey wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her hands past dark curly hair that fell around her face. He leaned over her on the bed, pressing her under his greater weight. It was as soft as silk, and tickled her cheeks. Under her body she relished the rich feel of satin against her battle weary muscles.

A long tongue danced in her mouth, wrapping around her own, and Kelsey captured it with
her lips. His own onyx lips continued to devour her own, his hands traveling up and down her body. For a moment he pulled her up into his chest, reaching to unfasten her halter top.

***

How delicious to have a new disciple to bequeath his knowledge and affection to, Celestial reflected. This one was younger than most, but just as worthy. He would enjoy this time immensely, and hoped she would come to stay with him for a long time to come. The distant roars of the Demon echoed in the Citadel, and brought a smile to Celestial's lips. Shandi surfaced from sleep to open her eyes to darkness. She forgot where she was, except for the breathing body wrapped around her securely, soft satin cocooning her. Over her shoulder she saw the gleam of silver on cheeks, dark lashed eyes closed shut with contented sleep.

"Is that Kelsey?" Shandi asked. She pursed her lips at the sound of the screams of ecstasy drifting to them in the distance.

Dark eyes opened to tenderly examine her features. Soft lips twice the size of hers kissed gently. "Yes, it appears she is learning at the tutelage of the Demon."

"Milord," she whispered, turning over in his arms to kiss his lips. "Come here…" he whispered.

"You don't have to ask," she sighed. Even though she ached from their lovemaking, she was hungry for more.

“I'm pleased indeed. You are so lovely… and there is so much to show you."
A pounding on the chamber door shattered their intimate moment. "Go away!" Celestial shouted. "I'm busy!"

"Forgive me milord, but we cannot find them…"

"What?" Celestial gasped, sitting bold upright under Shandi. Reluctantly he rose from the bed. He gestured his clothes to him once more, and strode over toward the door.

"Milord, we sent a boat to the island, but they are not there!"

"We must find them at once," Celestial nodded. "Are the other Elder awake?"

"Not yet milord…"

"Wake them. I will take full responsibility."

***

Tyler and Mona huddled together in the confines of the cell. Slowly Tyler clawed at Mona's costume, and she giggled. "Tyler… what are you doing?"

"You're driving me crazy with your scent," he purred. "Damn I wish I could overcome
this collar and change to human form."

"Are you sure? Does it really stop you from changing?"

"I keep trying to change back," Tyler growled. "I almost make it several times. But then I feel the shape slipping away from me. It's like I try to build up the chikara, but something sucks it away."

"Do these collars scramble our powers, or suck them up. Because if they soak up chikara, maybe there's a limit to how much they can take at one time," Mona muttered, petting his forehead.

"Your collar smells different," Tyler sniffed at her neck, tickling it. "Different then mine. Maybe the collars only work for a specific chikara. I wonder…"

"Wonder what?" She felt a paw on her shoulder, and soft licks on her cheeks, his breath soft and sweet. He shifted onto his side, nuzzling her nose with his large muzzle. "Stop it that tickles!" she laughed.

"Moni, take your clothes off," he purred into her ear, meowing softly for his large bulk.

"Here?" she asked.

"Yes, here," he whispered. "I want you now!"

"How could that possibly help us?” Mona whimpered. Insistently his muzzle nudged at her costume, his tongue and teeth nipping at the straps that held her halter on. He tugged off her cape and it floated to the floor, his hot pants heaving his side under her. A purring shot through her as he continued to lick her neck around where the collar was.

"Tyler…" she warned.

"Love me," he whispered. "Love me now. I want you!"

"Tyler," she choked. "We're in a cell!"

Despite her protests she felt a shiver come over her, and let him bite and tug at her costume. Soft kisses she pressed to his chin and neck, her fingers stroking and kneading his powerful muscles. Could this work, she wondered, his body so different from hers in such an awkward position. Would he hurt her?

"Never," she whispered. She trusted him, as awkward as this seemed for him she could not resist stroking and scratching his ears. Both of his paws rose up into the air, kneading as if he were a small kitten in intense pleasure.

"Mona, grab my collar," he growled. "Feel the power building in you! Can you feel it?"

"What… is happening?" Mona gasped as she felt the silver energies building at the base of her spine. Emerald chikara erupted from deep inside Tyler, building ever steadily as his passions awakened. Green energy slammed into her body, only to abate again. Tyler built up his strength once more, thrusting upward powerfully into her, his roar shattering her ears with its force.

"Now! Shock me!" he shouted. "Do it!"

Green chikara merged with her silver, flooding her body in a wave of energy that forced past the pain. Mona realized in a flash what he was doing, lending her his power in this most intimate of acts, the sharing of souls. Both her hands clamped on his collar, channeling the force of their chikara together. Silver sparks exploded past her pain and scream of sweet pain. His collar fell free as a melted bit of scrap. Mona collapsed on top of him, whimpering. Tyler leaned up, clamping down on her collar with his jaws and biting quickly. Sparks fizzled along with a second jolt of pain that seared her brain for an instant. Then it was gone.

"Tyler," she gasped, sobbing against him.

"You did it baby, you did it," he purred, licking her gently. Bones ground into other shapes as he merged and blurred into a more familiar form under her. She sat in his lap now, as he rocked her softly and fondled her hair.

"How did you know? You knew how to stop the collars?"

Calmly he purred, "The scent of your collar was different, kitten. I knew that it had to be tuned to stop just your power. So there wasn't anything to stop you from using your power to short out mine. I just gave you my chikara so you could overcome your collar."

"The energy seemed so vast!"

"When we made love, I felt the power move inside us both. It caused me to transform that time. I realized that when I change, there is a chikara buildup. Together our chikara blends, into one. As one we overcame."

"I'm so weak I don't think I can teleport us out," she sobbed.

"Rest baby," he urged, and helped to slip her clothes back on again.

She sat in the straw as he stood up, and glanced at the bars. "How can you possibly help us get out of here?"

"Let me handle this," he soothed, stroking her hair. Arms spanned as he reached inside again for that mental switch. Green mist wreathed his body as he shrunk and dwindled to a much smaller shape, which looked up at her with a soft meow. A gold and black calico housecat rubbed up against her body, purring softly. Easily he poked his head through the bars, and wriggled his body through to the other side. Seconds later the housecat stretched, merged and crackled into a huge lion. Raising his paw of obsidian sharp claws, he slashed at the lock, breaking it cleanly. The muzzle nudged the door open inward. Shifting in another crackle of green, he moved back into the cell and scooped her up into his arms protectively.

"Relax baby. There's more than one shape this cat can take…" "I thought you only had the one shape."

"Dad taught me some new tricks," he purred into her ear as he carried her along effortlessly. "Hold on… I need to change again."

Under her he crackled into Lion form, resting her across his broad back. She clung to
his mane as the Lion moved out into the labyrinth of the dungeon. His nose curled, tracking the
elusive scent of their guards outward. "You're still shaken baby. Rest and let old Tyler take care of you…" he purred under her. Silent paws padded along with movement as fluid as mercury. She knew he could find his way out of this hell hole into the light. It amazed her how his talents seemed so natural here. Her own seemed to have failed her yet again, she thought bitterly.

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