Unknown Love and Destiny Pt 1

Sitting next to him, she gently moved her fingers through his hair. She loved him more. She was his first blowjob. Maybe his first for other things as well. But she\'d let him rest. They walked a thin line just now. She knew it. She had pushed him. Slowly she laid her head on his chest and watched him. The position wasn\'t completely comfortable but she didn\'t mind. He was with her for the moment.



"You know that we could get in REAL trouble for this" he said very winded.



"I know." rubbing her cheek on his chest, closing her eyes. "But I\'m special and I should get what I want. Besides, what can they really do?"



"Well, they can expel me. Remove me as your Guardian" he answered. Having her close like this was feeling good. Sure, they had been close together before, but this was something else. This was love.



Opening her eyes. She looked at him. "Let them try." her eyes shifting color darkening then returning to her sea green color.



"You should not allow anger fuel you. That is what they are afraid of. Having a relationship with me could fuel your anger"



She raised an eyebrow at him. "If they don\'t want to anger me then leave you alone. Every time we are together, I feel different. What we just shared was amazing and I won\'t lie to you I want more. A lot more." Sitting up. "I know that there is a lot for me to learn but you fuel me. You give me what I need to reach for and use the power that is out there. I need you more than anything else."



"Please, don\'t say that. As your guardian..." he stopped for a moment, it was one of the facets of his duties. One she would hate. "It is my job to die to protect you if necessary."



"I understand that as a guardian that is your job. Protect, kill or be killed." Shifting her weight, she straddled his legs, placing hand on either side of his face. "I won\'t let that happen. I can\'t. I love you and that is all there is. I can\'t change that no one can." Shaking her head, her hair fell over them making a curtain of honey blond, giving the illusion of blocking out the world.



"You are more important then I am. If you die, the world as we know it will fall into darkness" Hearing the door open he sighed as one of the monks entered the room. There he was, his pants open, his dick out and she was almost naked. He cursed as he watched the monk become very angry.



Looking over her shoulder at the monk, she frowned at him. "Don\'t you know how to knock? This is a woman\'s room now you know."



The monk didn\'t care, he bolted out of the room, running down the corridor towards the main room yelling that blasphemy had occurred.



Michael sighed. "Well, it was nice knowing you" he said as he was sure he would never see her again.



"It was more my fault than yours." She stated climbing off of him. "You\'d better make yourself more presentable."



He got off the bed and tucked his manhood inside the pants again as he prepared for the worse, It wasn\'t long until the head monk came running in with a long stick. "What have you done?!? You have defiled the child of prophesy"



Folding her arms over her chest, she stepped between him and the monk. "He did no such thing."



"It is strictly forbidden for the guardian to have any kind of relationship with the child of prophesy!" he moved her out of the way and slapped the stick straight across Michaels face, causing him to lose balance a little. No sound escaped his lips or display any sign of pain.



"HOW DARE YOU!" pushing past the monk. She walked up to Michael and looked at his face. Tears in her eyes. "I am so sorry." Cupping his face, running a thumb over the welt left there.



He smiled at her. "Don\'t be, if this gets me out of trouble. I will gladly take it" he leaned close so he could whisper in her ear. "And I would do it all over again" he grinned as he moved her to the side.



Smiling. "So would I."



He looked the old monk in the eyes. "What now?" he asked. The monk glared at him. "Now you will receive a hundred lashes of the whip





It wasn\'t long until they were in the courtyard, Michaels arms stretch between two large old stone pillars with his upper body bare and ready to face the whip.



"NO! You can\'t" She tried to stop them but the other monks blocked her way. "Oh, get out of my way." Respectfully they still did not move, not looking at her. She growled in frustration.



Soon the punishment started. One to ten was pretty easy to handle, but as it went on it became more and more difficult to not show pain. At seventy, he was practically hanging in the restraints. At one hundred he was just about to pass out.



Tears ran down her face. She couldn\'t see but she could hear. I wasn\'t fair, she should be receiving the same. She tried again to get past the monks but still they didn\'t move. It was over but they wouldn\'t let her by. Her heart broke into pieces, she sobbed and ran the other way. She ran blind, coming to stairs she ran up them and inside the building. Only stopping when the path ended and she looked around. She was in the temple. She hiccupped then looked at the statues, pictures and writings on the walls. She shouldn\'t be able to read it but she could. It was all about her and the prophecy.



The monks cut him down from the stone and just let him lay there. To them, he wasn\'t worth being guardian anymore. But he had paid the price.



She really didn\'t care about the temple or the prophecy. All she could think of was Michael and her love for him. Suddenly a breeze started to blow, candles were blown out. Magic. She could feel it. It tingled over her body, creating a electrical charge to run through her veins, muscles and even bones. Closing her eyes she opened herself to it. It was amazing, more than before she could feel things shift inside of her. A tingling sensation began at her feet slowly raising up her body, over her shoulders, up her neck ending at the top of her head. As quickly as it began, it was gone. Opening her eyes she looked down. No longer wearing the shirt, she wore a white

Mandarin dress with light blue flowers on it. On her feet she wore sandals. Reaching up, she touched her hair. It was swept up into a bun on her head. Turning she walked back out of the temple, walking swiftly. Things had shifted. She could feel it still with her. Head held high she marched forward. The monks saw her and immediately dropped to their knees and bowed. She ignored them. There was only one person she wanted to see.