“Lusheenn wouldn’t.”
“He left.”
“Yes, and now he’s returned.” Galan’s wings flared. The rays of hazy light cascaded out from his feathered tips. “We now know he didn’t die.”
“Hmm...”
Suddenly, the same demanding stiffness from earlier crashed through him. Galan’s wings spiked out and they groaned in unison. The random heat returned and set his eyes ablaze. When he glanced away from Sonhadra and down at his groin, where his sexual organ fought to be free, he was overwhelmed with the need to bury it... to bury it deep into something tight, something wet, something deep and quivering and allhis.
Why?
Sundamar released the restraints of his armored leggings and let them drop to the sandstone floor with a clank.
“Brother...” Galan growled somewhere off to the side of him. “What curse has befallen us?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he grasped his member like he had before and yanked on it. The sounds of Galan’s wings marking up the floor followed by grumbling and barely controlled groans filled his ears.
A vision of a raven-haired female flashed within his mind and his hips pistoned uncontrollably.
She was a beauty that aroused him, called to him, and was unmarked by any element on this world. A new valos, a new creation, one who was tall with long legs that could wrap around his waist and hair that he could slide his fingers through.
And in her hand, she held his heart. Sundamar gritted his teeth as his eyes beheld the fabled stone.
“The heartstone exists!” Galan howled out at his side, his seed spraying forth in golden jets.
“That female has it.” He pumped his member raw.
“Then we both see her.”
“She’s ours, brother,” he rasped out, eyeing the unusual valos girl with a mixture of all-consuming love and awed curiosity. If she were the first light valos, she was meant to be his queen. The connection he had to her grew as the vision strengthened.
Her face, marred with the untamed dirt of the world, was soft and so unlike his own. Where his skin was golden and bronze, glittering with precious metals, hers was pale and luminous.
She was newly created, a child to his world, he thought. Her skin would not be melded for the sun yet. It was his job as the first valos of light to teach her their ways.
Her eyelids fluttered open. His body ejected his flaming seed as he caught sight of her bottomless grey irises.
“She can’t be...” Sundamar gasped out. All Lusheenn’s creations had golden eyes. His heart fell although his connection to this strange female strengthened. “It has to be a trap.” One that he had walked into willingly. He let go of his still hard member and wiped his palm over the cold edges of his armor.
“I think we’re seeing through Quist’s eyes. He’s already with this female and the stone. Should we still move forward with such a reception?” Galan waved his hand around the large room while his other tucked and re-clasped his pants.
Sundamar tugged at the reins, stopping the molo. “We’ll go ourselves. The city will remain behind. If she isn’t Lusheenn, a creation of Lusheenn’s, then she’s a liability. Why is she holding the fabled stone? I don’t know. But I will find out.” His eyes narrowed.
The vision of the girl slowly faded until the horizon reappeared. He mourned its loss quietly but retrieved his sword and sheathed it at his back.
“I’ll destroy her for this trickery,” he hissed out between his teeth and turned away from the view, Galan’s heavy steps at his heels. Already the bells tolled in the courtyard, starting a chain effect that would lower the laddered-steps to the ground, a mile of zigzagging across the flanks of the molo. Unlike every other valos of light, he was the only one who didn’t have wings. But then again, Lusheenn didn’t have wings either.
“She didn’t appear to be another valos. The female looked like no one I have seen across the expanse of this planet. She could be an innocent in all of this. Maybe it is not she who has Quist, but Quist who has her captive. Our brother may have found the stone long ago and gave it to this girl.”
Sundamar ran his tongue across his teeth until he felt the sharp sting of pain. It wasn’t enough to clear his head. He itched to pierce this female with his blade... and to pierce her with other parts of him as well.
“Barely a dozen day-starts have begun and she has already done more to us than anyone since our creation.” They approached the gilded gates that led to the stairs still falling below. “How can we allow this to happen and not retaliate? If the other valos even thought we had a weakness besides that of the dark, our way of life will be destroyed.”
“What life? It’s already different! Listen to yourself, Sundamar. These changes are hard to wade through but you’re not acting like yourself.”
Sundamar turned on his heel, his sword already drawn and poised at Galan’s throat. A gulp of air would result in a cut. “No one has power over me,” he sneered. “No one who still walks this world.” He pressed his blade infinitesimally closer. “Until we know for sure who or what she is, she’s our enemy. And we’ll proceed as such.”
“She had our stone,” Galan hissed angrily. “Even if we’re being toyed with, I’d rather continue as I am now—with life—rather than go back to the wraith I was before. Even if she’s the enemy.”
