DARKER ( Supernatural Beginnings) Book Two

Another Shadow Warrior

Drake

The twins were smart enough to get out of dodge the moment I started slinging wet clothing. This world had awakened something that had been idle within my mate until now.

This power I had experienced once before and it's signature it left behind I would never forget. It was no surprise that Tonya would carry the essence of the soul healer. There was worry here too about the mix of her mother’s supreme witch blood flowing through her as well. One was aggressive while the other was gentle, adding the power of the Dark keys of the timekeeper. This combination could soon overwhelm her ability to reason. She had already shown signs of irritation. Could she handle all of this simultaneously?

Her exhaustion was evident, she was lying against my chest fast asleep at the moment of contact. The hidden hot spring was more than it appeared to be. Shrouded in mystery and guarded by ancient trees that have stood watch for centuries. This secluded oasis, just like the waterfall, lay untouched by the threads of Suxhen’s plague curse.

Framed by the smooth rocks and embraced by lush ferns and delicate wildflowers. The crystal clear water shimmered invitingly compared to the erotic view that the naked bodies of a gateway demon and witch displayed, submerged in the water, that now began to produce a magical flowing pink-colored foam.

Steam rose from the water’s surface, giving an otherworldly ambiance to the scene. The water now carried a sweet scent of rose and jasmine that overloaded my senses, making me suddenly feel hot. The water gently cascaded from a hidden source, adding a melodic babble to the symphony of nature. A moan of discomfort came from Tony. I frowned in concern, holding her a little firmer against me. Tonya wiggled around in pure abandonment in her sleep in my arms. Heightening the heat flowing through my body and stirring a big reaction from the lower part of my body.

“I need it, I need it,” Tonya murmured.

“What do you need Toto, tell me and I ‘ll help you,” I whispered in her ear. Would this be like back in the garden with the doors? Is this how I should comfort her? I arched my eyebrows. I wasn’t one to complain. With Tonya’s delectable curves in their naked glory before me, silky and wet. The choice was easy to decide. I lived to please both my mates.

“ I need you, Drake,” she said, now half asleep. Her hands were moving downward and between us. Wrapping both hands around my rod just barely, she slid me in with ease and took what she needed. Her eyes opened at the intrusion, they had changed in color. They were now a glowing purple, a sign of the soul healer's power. Her lips parted in ecstasy and I slid my hands down to hold her waist. Guiding her while she rode me intensely in a sensational rhythm, taking pleasure in one another. Her moans turned to cries at her first o****m hit, squeezing me tight. The flowing power within her had not calmed down yet and, like before, she would need more since it was just us two without Vincent. My tail came into play as it wrapped around her, she let out a gasp of surprise. She must forget I told her I had many gifts to give her and this was only one of them. My tail begins flicking and massaging her c**t similar to that of a tongues caress. One of my hands reaches up to cup one of her breasts, pinching her n*****s softly to add a higher sensation.

“Drake!” she moaned my name and I knew she needed even more. I leaned her forward just a bit in order to receive my second gift. Placing my feet firmly on the surface of the spring at the bottom. I spread my legs a bit wider to open Tonya's legs up on either side of me while she floated. I shifted but not into something else. I added a certain appendage just for her, as she felt it slowly slip inside her second hole, she began to shiver, shake and convulse. Tonya squealed and I kept up the tempo. Arching my eyebrows up in a bit of amusement. My woman would never admit she was kinky as f**k and liked double penetration, albeit just me or Vincent and I both.

“Mmmm. Mmm” she could only moan and I felt our bond and her residual power connect. This was the moment she needed. To release the build-up from the use of her new abilities. I felt a familiar pull, but without our cloaks that should not have been happening. I felt this spring had a lot to do with it, but I can’t get into it now. Right now I needed to focus on my woman, who was so close to an epic set of orgasms. How could I ever disappoint her pleasure?

We cried out together as I filled her up with my seed. Nathan was already two steps ahead, but I wasn’t one for competing. Fate will have its say as it was meant to be, whether now or in the future. Either way, Tonya was a blessing to me in itself and so was Vincent.

Enveloped in the enchantment of the place. Immersed in the warm waters of the spring. Tonya’s previous pale hue to her face and skin became healthier looking in its glittering glow. The activation of our keeper's powers during the sensation of pure bliss. The aura and power of the door that appeared near the spring changed the atmosphere surrounding the spring just slightly.

Any weariness and tension that clung to our bodies and souls had been gently washed away, leaving us renewed and revitalized. The healing powers of nature and magic united, offering solace, tranquility, and a connection to something greater than oneself.

A rustle among the trees caught my attention, followed by footsteps that did not belong to Bane or Harper.

My senses knew she was a female, but of what race I could not recall. It was as if she was purposely shielding herself, but her aura wasn’t menacing or filled with threats. Wrapped in black light linen clothing from head to toe, she looked like a ninja with only her cat-like eyes visible. They were unique in the color yellow with red irises. Strangely, she felt familiar, but I don’t ever remember having met her.

Her entire posture as she walked, coming to a stop just a foot before the spring, screamed that she was a warrior, but of what lineage? She was holding a large basket in her hand filled with what looked like towels, robes, and two pairs of sandals. We made eye contact while I was still soaked in the spring. Tonya is still in my arms breathing a little erratically from satisfaction. She had fallen back to sleep.

“Don’t worry, I won’t peak,” she said. She sat in the basket on the smooth stones. Then she turned around and walked forward several feet with her back now facing us. This gave Tonya and I more than enough space to dry off and change. For her actions and respect, I was grateful. There Kitana was strapped to her back. I didn’t have time now to look closer. Carrying my mate in my arms, I exited the hot spring. Unintentionally waking Tonya up. She grabbed my hand for a moment, then let go when she noticed it was me. Putting her down, she quickly grabbed a towel from the basket and I grabbed the other one and we made haste to get dressed.

The woman coughed, taking our attention away from each other, and she was still standing there and present. She was waiting for us to lead us to our accommodation. The expression on Tonya’s face was a little bewildered. Did she have some conflicts about the woman in front of us?

“Come with me.” the woman said. We followed her after she gave us a mask to put on.

As we walked, moving forward back into the town, we saw the effects of the spell Tonya had cast. In the air were floating flakes of the thread Suxhen had left behind. It had turned dull gray like ash, a single drop not to reach our person as it disappeared into nothing right before contact. The pull from the power of the fields was present now. It helped the town recover as well.

The mucky river we had passed flowing through had cleared up. Soon our feet reached our destination, standing tall and elegant amidst the healing town. The old charm of the townhouse made one enchanted by its aura. The front yard was surprisingly lush. Tonya and I glanced at each other in amusement. We hadn't seen this place coming in. It seemed that the fields had been testing us as well and we had passed with flying colors.

Entering the townhouse, the foyer was grand, with an opulent chandelier hanging high above the ceiling. The woman seemed unperturbed as she led us through the house toward the kitchen. It was spacious and fully equipped. Bane and Harper stood in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen.

A long polished oak table stood in the center, surrounded by plush chairs adorned with elegant embroidery. A banquet feast fit for the royal was displayed on the table before us. These two worked hard at welcoming us. This made them even more adorable to me in the long run. The woman slightly bowed to us, gave the twins a glare, and left. I knew she would be back soon and when she did I had a few important questions.

I finally got a good look at the Kitana on her back. Well, a good look at its handle. The Tsuka was wrapped in leather with a few soft black strips of silk with sigils that were indigenous to the Henry family. Who was she? Was she a part of the Henry family? What was she doing here? And had we ever met? The strong sense of familiarity would not go away. She was a shadow warrior for sure, but was she a friend or foe?