The Love Slaves

Serious Incest, but that's to be expected with aliens.

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Something started to creep into the picture, a slight growing darkness and the boy suddenly came to attention, dragging himself into sitting position and face intent and hopeful “HE’S coming, he’ll save me and you’ll die.” The alien stopped what he was doing and started to look around alertly, even a little alarmed “what by the gods of the pits is that? Where is it coming from?”

“What you see, father, is the raw fury of my true father. No matter what has happened in the past, no matter what you have done he has never lost his temper, never bee more than annoyed or irritated. But you have gone too far this time, you have hurt one he claims as his own and threatened its life. He’s going to punish you for this and if I die, you die, believe that.”

The alien said nothing, only glared at him as the darkness continued to creep inside and into the room. Two sudden explosions rocked the building. This was followed by the two 15inch steel doors blown open by an terrible wind, a figure walking calmly in while the bits of ice and metal blew in a dust cloud around him.

The figure was at least six feet ten inches tall, squared shoulders and muscles everywhere. He had shoulder length black hair, a pair of glowing fluorescent grass green eyes his only facial feature visible through the cloud. He wore a light brown suit of an unusual looking material similar to the father and son with us.

One of the enhancement suits all PADD members wore-a combination nanite technology and supreme tailoring. Each suit was created superficially for a certain person and them only, the nanites constantly monitoring their body functions to ensure they stay healthy. For some of the members it ensured they continued to live due to sickness of disabilities.

I suddenly realised something, that was what was keeping the gravely injured boy alive, his badly damaged suit was struggling to sustain his life. I was right for when I looked closer I could see the tiny fiber optic wires, ragged and torn, poking out from the material, tips glowing for a few seconds as they attempted to relay messages and instructions to the rest of the suit.

The figure made a casual motion with one had and another but much calmer gust of wind blew the cloud away, revealing the figure fully to them and us. What we saw was no different from any other human man, only the eyes glowing and the darkness flowing around his neck, shoulders and back-almost like a living cloak. It flowed around him as if reacting to a breeze, never still for even an instant.

Something strange began to happen, the darkness that had flowed into the room ahead of him began to withdraw and condense into a shadow, which then moved away towards the injured boy, flowing over him and into the damaged suit, touching and finding their entrance through various ways through his body. The boy closed his eyes and allowed it, drinking in the dark and obviously growing stronger.

Although not too strong, his legs continued to seep blood through the make-shift bandages and he was still grey and shook in pain and cold, unable to stand or even use or move them, but there was color in his cheeks and he seemed more likely to stay conscious.

The shadow then flowed up and around, surrounding the boy, a shield of darkness, I realized. His father frowned at the silent motionless figure until anger started to creep in “you reject me, ME, for a human!”

I shook my head at this. How stupid could this guy be? Even if I hadn’t heard his story, even if I had never seen him before, just looking at this guy I knew he wasn’t human! Even though we were watching it I could feel his power, his threat and darkness. Somehow though this guy felt like a familiar friend and it suddenly struck me. I had been feeling a low key of power and energy from the very earth since my return and he felt like a condensed version of that, as if he was made of the very earth itself!

The boy was looking at me closely “you feel it, don’t you” and I answered without hesitation “yes.” The picture froze and everyone looked at us with “feel what?”

The boy spoke again “Kerentara…Tommas, hasn’t lived so long because of his ancestry, or his connection to the sacred stone-although that’s part of it. Those gases that mutated him in the womb didn’t just affect his mind, his conscious.”

“He’s connected to the earth, a part of it” Harold said from beside my bed, “literally an embodiment of it.” To which the boy nodded “he was infused with the very essence of our world, its connection to the mortal world, its will and guardian in the flesh of humans. As long as the earth lives, so will he and can understand and communicate with it and it to him. The sacred stone is from the very bowels of the earth, our planet and contains the very essence of our planet-its soul if you wish. The earth itself raised it to the surface to allow communing with the planet, those with shards can directly talk or even access her life for feats at her whim…”

The man spoke out “in order to summon a storm or create a quake we need to pray for days for the right to be heard, yet HE can summon one whenever he wishes and more than that, he controls the very earths elements.”

“The Idars call him Mantarla cama, or loosely translated Earth Elemental.” The boy added this, “he can survive extended periods of time under earth, water, in flame and things like larva to him is a warm bath. Nothing natural can kill him-or made from the earth.”

“So guns…” Robert started and the man put in with “…Are made from metal with gun powder being charcoal and sulfur.” And the boy added for them “most poisons, knives and such are processed from natural elements and so are useless-they only hurt or damage for a while-even radiation and nuclear material.”

“Even Zimmer’s Ice Serum comes from nature in many ways, although we think his mixed heritage fixes that.”

“If Zimmer tried to gain the power of the Pensky-or more directly an Shanard it wouldn’t work and we think we know why. Can you guess?” To which Robert spoke out “it worked for Tommas’ clones and grandson because they are genetically related, probably Josef’s wife and her parents because they are related to Sooca, Carmen because he is Tommas’ chosen heir, but a full-blooded Toooilan…”

“There is no way in hell the earth would allow that” Bonnie said softly “that guy wants to conquer and destroy the earth, not help it.” The man nodded “that is part of the reason Sooca was laughing at Zimmer when he had him. The energy and magic of the earth running through his body protects him from the Ice Serum and even if he got a shard and learned the sacred ceremony, it wouldn’t work.” We understood this and turned back to the picture.

The injured but shielded boy laughed sarcastically at the alien “you’re such an idiot dad” the last word dripping with sarcasm “if he was a normal human do you think I would have ALLOWED him to come here, even in my state? I would have done something to stop him, stop anyone, yet I am warning YOU. You are a fool to judge everyone by physical standards, by comparing them against you. EVERYONE in all the universes has a better, someone stranger, faster, smarter and even better looking, just as they have someone better than them and so on.”

“Pah!” the alien scoffed “he’s just a human, I’ve encountered him before, had him broken and bleeding and at my mercy!”

“You broke and bled the disguise, not the true person. What he truly is, is beyond your scope, father” again the term was sarcastic “what he truly is, is the source of the Pensky power, the source of all human, mutant and hybrid life on this world.” The alien laughed loudly “oh my child, don’t you remember what I taught you as a child!”

The boy hissed angrily at the reminder of his heritage and showed teeth again, snarling “humanoid life on this world was NOT created by your people as an instant source of sex slaves, NOT EVEN your ancestors, just like Richard and the others are NOT rebels who turned humans and such again them. This being in front of you was there for their birth, he is the oldest humanoid to exist in all the galaxy’s. He is the first humanoid and the first even earthling.”

“Pah!” the alien scoffed again to have the boy look to the silent man, standing on his spot so silent and motionless he was almost a tree. “Show him father. Let him see the true you. Perhaps he won’t be so disbelieving of his own eyes” he glared back at the alien “although knowing him, he’ll be too stupid even then.”

The alien snarled and made a motion with one hand, a shot echoing behind the boy. Only to be followed by a wet thunk and a servant nearby-the girls father-collapsed dead on the floor. It took me seconds to figure it out, Zimmer had ordered the servant to shoot his son, but the bullet had bounced from the shield with enough force to kill the very one whom used it.

The evil alien snarled in anger and frustration, to which his son just started pealing with roarers laughter, finding it, and his anger, oh so funny. In a way it was to me too. Here was a guy who refused to believe anyone was more powerful than him. The boy was surrounded obviously by a shield, yet he wouldn’t see it. How had he survived with such a narrow view?

“Show him father,” the boy repeated to the silent man “perhaps he will finally see the light and be afraid, instead of denying the truth.” After a long thoughtful pause the silent man nodded, raising his hands in the air-as if pleading to the heavens, and began to chant out loud what sounded like a mix of what the father and son with us had used and something ancient, human ancient-almost Latin.

The cloak of darkness closed around the figure like a cocoon, hiding his entire body from them, however something serious was happening inside by the violent jerking and an occasional streak of warm light that escaped. However that light that hit any Ice robot or servant dropped them within seconds, the robots exploding and servants convulsing into unconsciousness.

Suddenly the cloak was flung back dramatically to reveal the new figure.

“Behold Zimmer-rebel child of Toooilan, you are seeing something last seen at the dawn of humanity-the true face of Tommas Genarld, father of the Pensky race and source of their power-Kerentara earths spirit made flesh, first born earthling, co-creator of the human and mutant races, last of the ancient race

“Impossible! My ancestors killed them all!”

“There you are wrong,” the boy giggled almost drunkenly and we all noticed how the shadow shield was still flowing into him through the wounds, eyes nose and mouth, even THERE, but specifically the two sets of fanged teeth. “For your very slaves, including my mother, are the product of your people’s very greatest enemy.” The alien glared at him at this “what do you mean?”

The boy giggled again, “humans and mutants come from two beings-the co-creators of earths humanoid life-Hauleric and Kerentara, this being you scoff at and the first and god of the race now called Fire child’s.” The alien’s eyes widened “that means…”

“Yes father” the boy grinned widely “the very race you and your kind desire to enslave and control are descendants of your greatest enemies.” The alien man snarled in fury and back-handed the woman across the room, earning a glare from the boy “no wonder you rebelled, your blood bares the cursed nobility of those rebels, just as your brother and any future offspring I have by HER” he spun on the cowering woman, eyes evil with threat and intent “which makes you useless to me.”

“My lord?” she stuttered, terrified. With a casual flick of his wrist he flung something, there was a loud feminine scream of agony and denial and the naked woman fell back, body in a crumpled heap. “MOTHER!” the boy screamed in horror and betrayal-disbelief as he dragged himself-bloody slashes behind him on the ice-to her side, gathering her into his arms, her head in his lap.

A dagger was sticking out from between the perfect breasts, directly in the heart, a dagger identical to the two bloody ones on the ground nearby. Head down so long hair hid his face, sobbing with blood-tears splashing her face he begged her to ‘come back to me, please.’

After long seconds she stirred slowly, eyes fluttering open. To a stunning sky-blue, intense with sadness and love, not the clear emotionless white of before. “Carmen” she smiled gently, one hand raising to lay on his cheek and he blinked at her, stunned “mother, you’re free.”

“Yes” she murmured weakly “and for the first time in your life I can tell you how I truly feel about you and how much I love you” she reached up with her other hand “I’m proud of you, my son. You found the right path and allowed no one to sway you from it, not even that shell of me. I have loved you since you were born, not because you were HIS son but because you were mine and I’m glad you found your grandparents, they’re great people and will help you become the great person I always knew you’d be.”

She breathed in sharply and when she breathed out a steady flow of blood trickled down her chin from the left side of her mouth, agony in her eyes as she spoke again “I never dreamed in my entire life that MY son would be an Idar-let alone a PADD” there was awe and quiet reverence in her whisper.

As if reacting instinctively to her pain Carmen took one of his mothers hands in his and lowered it to his lips, front incisors out and he started to nip her fingertips in a gentle soothing pattern and I knew he would break the skin soon and pump his sedative into her, letting her fall asleep and gently pass away, not feeling anymore pain.

Almost as if knowing this the naked woman yanked her hand away, snapped “no” in an authoritative tone and at his startled expression continued with “not before I’ve said everything I’ve waited fourteen years to say. Your wife, the girl you love has told you the truth about your father blackmailing her. He did things to her that sickened even me, things way worse than he did to me-I wanted to tell you so many times but I couldn’t.”

“I understand mother,” he sobbed, clutching her close.

“She’s damaged-scarred by it, which is why she couldn’t tell you about it and why she hasn’t been as sexually active as you as normal. You need to understand and sympathize with what she’s been through, help her heal from it no matter how long it takes, show her it’s possible to love, not just fuck.”

“How do I do that?” He managed.

“Let her be in control. No matter how much you want to fuck her, no matter how you want to top her-fight it and let her do everything she wants-even ask her as you go what you should do, what she wants of you. Be gentle and soothing-touch softly, I’m sure Sooca or Richard can tell you more.”

“I will mother” he sniffed, lowering his head to touch their foreheads together. “I want you to stop your father-your birth father-for good. But do it for all the right reasons, not revenge or hate but because it is right and means freedom for all the others like me.”

“Yes” he managed to sob out, tugging on her hand, but she still refused him. “You have a family on the way,” she rasped, Love them and give them what I could never give them-what I could never give YOU until now.” She nudged the boy until he moved his head and looked her in the eyes “I could never say no to you before when your father encouraged you to join him and me and I know you haven’t touched me since Debbie came into your life but you know that’s wrong, don’t you? That kind of love happens between husband and wife-a man who loves a woman and no one else, you understand? Parents don’t touch their kids that way, the kids don’t touch each other or their parents or relations, understand?”

He nodded solemnly and she added sternly “NEVER touch your children that way-ever-no matter the reason, promise me.” He managed to sob out a promise and she relaxed in his arms “good.” Then something occurred to the boy, eyes widening all the way while he whispered “children…”

The young woman smiled serenely “yes my son, Debbie is pregnant-to you. She didn’t tell you for fear of your reaction, your disbelief. She was afraid you would say they were Zimmer’s’ and reject her. But they are yours. When your father threatened to kill you, before she gave herself to him to save your life she went to your brother and told him her plan. Your brother told her as an full-blooded Toooilan to do that would make her pregnant to him, but she didn’t want that so Theral made another sort of serum to inject her with, one that-every time he spilled himself inside her, would destroy it before even a chance of pregnancy. Each time after-wards she was violently ill but to her it was a small price to pay. Theral left out a marker though, only YOUR DNA, of my genetics as well could make it through and make her pregnant, they are YOURS. When she got pregnant she went back to Theral and he did a DNA test-a paternity test. They are yours, twin girls.”

I looked to mother and we both shared the same thought, nodding to one another-we knew there was a reason she had said ‘we’ instead of ‘me’. The boy frowned “but the last time we had sex…” his eyes widened even more “I thought it felt strange, like she gave in to me body and soul. It’s because of father, isn’t it.”

The woman nodded, blood from her mouth dripping on his hand which he raised to his mouth to lick off, obviously hungry because of his blood-loss and bodies fight to survive and heal. His mother obviously realized this for she first asked “you will also free your brother from your father’s hold forever, no matter how long it takes to find a cure?”

“I have already vowed this to myself two years ago, mother” this knowledge he could give her without hesitation. “Good” she fell back against his arm, eyes closed in exhaustion and agony, but still denying him “and tell your brother I forgive him for what he did almost fifteen years ago to me, we both had no choice and he was only following his slave instincts.”

“Do you mean brother turning you into an Ice Slave? How father ordered him to rape you to make you his servant with brothers tainted sperm?”

“Something like that, he’ll know what I’m taking about” she reached out to grasp her son’s shirt urgently “he wouldn’t believe you, he doesn’t think he deserves forgiveness for his deeds, make him believe it, get your grandparents to forgive him too. If Theral is freed with all that guilt from his deeds at your fathers hands he’ll decide he doesn’t deserve to live and either kill himself or get someone to help him. You have to free his consciousness before you free his body.”

“I understand,” he sobbed, this time able to pull her fingers towards his mouth while she said softly, “I want you to take my blood, my son. I want to go knowing my blood is feeding you, giving you strength and feeding-increasing your human, I know you are still loosing blood even now and only your Idar is sustaining you, that every drop you loose is making you more and more hungry and harder to stay focused and in control. I want to pass over knowing I could at least give you this gift.”

“I…” he seemed about to protest, about to argue when something occurred to him and his mouth snapped closed, eyes determined after a few long seconds of thoughtfulness. “Carmen?” she seemed to know that look “what is it? What are you thinking?”

“As a part Idar I can’t turn others, even to save your life-I just don’t have the power, I’m too new.”

“I don’t want to be one” she said firmly “at the behest of another.” The boy frowned in confusion “that’s what Theral said even though I told him the fledgling Idars aren’t slaves. Ritchie doesn’t command me. Being who I am and what I am now, do you think I’d put up with that?”

“It doesn’t matter” she touched his cheek again “promise me you won’t do that to me.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to.” To which she said firmly “promise me.”

“I will, but mom, what if your body dies but there was a way you could still live on with me? Not as an Idar but alive and with me forever?” To which she was as intrigued as we “how?”

“Before I was brought here Sooca started teaching me spells, spiritual spells. There was one in particular he asked me never to do because it’s so dangerous to my soul-at least not to do without him or his fathers supervision-but we have the most powerful of them all here to watch over me” he motioned at the changed but still silent man “and mother he loves me, loves me like a real father should, I feel it” his voice was full of awe before he went on.

“Tell me what you aren’t saying” she looked him dead in the eyes and spoke firmly, not blinking or releasing him for a second “tell me what it is about this spell that is so dangerous to you.” And almost as if compelled-or hypnotized into telling the truth he said in an emotionless voice “if the spell goes right our two souls will become one, your memories, thoughts, feelings and emotions will become mine and mine yours.”

“And if it goes wrong?”

“We will be two separate souls in the one body, vying constantly for control of the flesh, each feeling and experiencing as separate spirits-male and female, each wanting control of the body so they can feel and touch like an addict.”

“No” she blinked, releasing him “I can’t risk it, let me go.”

“You don’t see mom. You were born and grew up as a normal human girl, knowing right from wrong. You were innocent and had experiences I could only dream of. Christmas with a loving mother and father, school and friends, first crush and the simple love of being girlfriend and boyfriend-all the sorts of things I could only imagine. Your determination to never be a slave again, your experience of being a slave to another’s whims and sick urges-all this will become my experience, will become ME as all my memories and experiences will be yours. You and I will be one and it is who you are who will give me the strength and power to be my ultimate self. I will never be used or abused again and your past-our past-MY past, will make sure I always know the truth and right from wrong. You will keep me from becoming my father.”

“But the risks…”

“Mother TRUST our co-creator to prevent such a thing. He loves me as his own flesh and blood son, he’ll watch over us. Do you think he would allow such a thing to happen to us both?” She seemed to accept this and her entire body trembled in agony “no he wouldn’t. I don’t have much longer, do it now before it’s too late.”

The boy nodded, yanking his shirt open with clawed fingers to reveal a small stone the size of an Australian one dollar coin embedded in the flesh at the base of his throat, directly over a Toooilans’ heart. It was a dark greyish brown stone that seemed to reflect the light in gold and blue flashes, the light making an unusually dark stone suddenly seem brighter and lighter in color.

I realized how perfectly it reflected the boy’s soul. Physically he RESEMBLED the truly evil race, but when you saw his true self-who he was inside-he had all these beautiful and noble traits. “What stone is that?” Robert asked with a frown and again the man froze the picture and sound with “what does it matter?”

“I just wondered what it was” he persisted so the boy sighed and answered for him “it’s called a Laborite. It enhances physic abilities, blocks negative energy to the soul and aura and allows you to see through lies and illusions. It also lets you use past lives to influence your current one.”

“This sacred stone is an Laborite?”

“Not exactly” the man said, “each Shanard who has an shard has one made for them only and tuned only to them. Each person is different and connected to them and their spirit, they need each other.”

“Too complicated father” the boy said and looked at us “the crystal adapts. Whatever type the bearer needs it becomes-complete with its powers and specialties.”

“You mean it isn’t really one of these Laborites? It’s something else?”

“Think of it like this. The sacred stone is the earths soul. Crystals are fragments of the earth with unusual properties. The sacred soul IS a huge crystal. Whatever the bearer needs the shard can sense it and instead of having to FIND the right one for that situation it merely becomes it temporarily.”

“You didn’t see it before Carmen moved his shirt but after being injured the shard became what’s called a red Chalcedony. That stone encourages the blood to clot, reduces hunger pangs and essentially says when to fight or not.”

“But it’s also an dangerous one to use,” the man spoke out “with more than the occasional and temporary use it can cause nausea and inhibits the absorption of nutrients in the body.”

“Is that why it took so long for the hunger to start affecting him? Because he was using that stone to stop it and the blood he was loosing from his legs?” The man nodded and I suddenly realized something “now he’s using this other one to help his mother he’ll start bleeding again and get hungry, won’t he” the man nodded solemnly again and Julius spoke out for the first time in a while “he blames himself for not killing his father when he first attacked him, he thinks if he had of he could have saved his mother.”

The boy nodded this time “he could have but the instant his father slashed his legs the shard took over. It wouldn’t let him move, changed the crystal and started to control his body functions.” I suddenly realized something else and added “that’s why he just laid there showing teeth, even when his father was doing that to his mother right in front of him. The shard wouldn’t let him move for his own good.”

“And the nausea he was already getting from it” the boy added “even if he had been able to stand, the nausea would have bowled him over anyway.”

We turned to the picture again.

The boy spoke, low and hypnotically to his mother, “watch the crystal mother, see how it glows, isn’t it fascinating? Keep watching it, don’t look away, don’t think, just watch.” Enchanted by her son’s tone and the flashing color in the dark crystal she watching it, unable to look away. The boy’s eyes were glowing darkly, reflecting some inner light as he lisped hungrily around his front incisors “that’s it mother, keep watching, let yourself go to the power, give in to the draw, relax and give up all fight, accept and FEEL all the love and dedication-the acceptance of who and what you were and are now I feel for you.”

Her eyes widened vacantly, her voice low and even, but awe in the words just a ting. “All your life I treated you as ‘Zimmer’s son’. I never showed you true love because at the time I was incapable of it, yet you love me so utterly? I can feel it inside you, filling you up and overflowing so you can barely contain it or even express it fully. How, how could I inspire such love?” her breath caught in her throat, tears in her vacant eyes, “you would even die for me, you would have taken your fathers blade instead of me if you had been able.”

“You are my mother,” he whispered emotionally as if that should explain everything. The tears began to flow, staining her cheeks “my son” she whispered back, kissing two fingertips before laying them directly over his lips for five seconds. She then let her hand drop, eyes closed and rolling her head back and to the left side, revealing her full right side to her son and knew the knowledge of her sons unconditional love for her had erased any last minuet doubts or hesitation she had.

If her son wanted this she wouldn’t hesitate to give him her heart and soul, everything she had been and was, the idea of helping him, by being his conscious and greater influence as part of him then just his mother was too good to be true. She gave herself completely to him, awaiting his discretion.

By now the crystal was throbbing madly with power, the sound of chants of many different voices filling the air around them and Carmen’s head went back, face hidden from view, body trembling visibly. When it lowered again they heard a visible if muffled crack and the bottom jaw moved back slightly in the head so the top jaw was more pronounced, the top front incisors sliding out to twice their current length so they hung to just below the chin, the clear saliva-like sedative shinning in the tips.

With an almost helpless snarl of ravenous hunger he struck the offered throat, mouth locking to the sensitive flesh, body from the waist up trembling violently as he heaved at the neck, fighting to drink faster than the flow provided, his hunger taking over as he had no reason to control himself, he could feed until dry now.

The crystals light encased them both, the woman’s left hand gently stroking her sons hair soothingly, accepting her sons veracious feeding at her throat with quiet strength, accepting early death at his hands rather than a long slow painful one. Besides, her motherly instincts would be telling her this was her last conscious gift to him, he needed desperately what she had to give.

She was quickly loosing her strength though, finding it harder to keep her arm raised-so didn’t try-letting it drop to her side and laying still, face dreamy and happy. The chanting got clearer and stronger, led by two almost identical male ones, one older and with an ‘old world’ twist to it and the other teenaged, pure and soothing.

“Probably Sooca and his father” I thought, but then changed my mind on one when I saw the motionless figure mouthing the words. Grandfather and grandson working together over an huge distance to guide the others and help the boy.

Suddenly he pulled away from her throat, voice thick with blood and barely distinguishable because of the bottom jaws position, he murmured “the mothers blood becomes the sons, your blood is my blood.” His fingers closed around the hilt of the knife and pulled it out with one fluid motion before burying his face in the wound. When he drew back from this he murmured “your life-force is now my life-force” and I knew he meant the electric current that kept the human heart beating.

He then lay his forehead against hers and intoned “your thoughts are my thoughts, your mind to my mind.” The chanting changed tempo, becoming faster and more intense so it lead me to believe the next part was very important.

He sat back, a couple of muffled cracks showing his jaw was back in place and he raised his wrist to his mouth, biting down hard but fast before sealing the bleeding wounds to her lips with “drink of me, mother.” He let her have at least three mouthfuls, chanting as he did, “the son’s strength becomes the mothers, my blood is your blood” before he pulled away and licked the wound clean. The cut glowed a few seconds then was gone, healed before our eyes.

Next he dug a deep wound just below the jewel and above his heart and pushed her face into it, her body suddenly bucking in his firm grip while he intoned, “the son’s life-force becomes the mothers, my life-force is your life-force.” When he pulled her away her face was bloody, again the cut healing almost instantly and she was shaking, her blood loss catching up to her as it was her son. Lastly he lay her down beside him, pressed his forehead to hers and whispered intimately “the son’s mind and thoughts become the mothers, our souls and flesh now become one.”

His eyes closed in exhaustion, as if unable to fight the effects of his injures any longer. As we watched he slumped and the glow around them moved up their bodies until two forms floated above the still forms, an naked woman and teenager-his legs floating uselessly under him and she had a dark stain between the perfect breasts. I knew we were seeing boths spirits, their very souls and true forms and both shone with an identical beautiful inner light that seemed more to do with being mother and son than what had just happened.

I knew it meant the boy had inherited his mothers ‘human soul’ her purity and strength as well as love and nobility. But still there was spots of darkness here and there in the light around his body\form, spots of evil traits, heritage from his fathers side that eat holes in the light almost like cancer, one particular nasty one near his heart and I realized his inheritance was fighting his souls basic goodness and nobility for control and I began to understand what he meant by his mothers spirit would stop him ‘becoming my father’ and I wondered if all Toooilan were born evil or if the darkness of their heritage consumed their consumed their innocence to make them the things they were.

The woman’s form reached out a ghostly hand to touch the near his heart cautiously, curiously, only to snatch it back, nerveless hand cradled in her other, eyes wide on the others face. “You see mother” the disembodied voice seemed to come not from the picture but all around us in the room, like surround sound. There was a loud snap and the picture grew to consume one corner of the room-empty-until it appeared to be right her with us and happening as we watched, not in the past.

“What is it?” came her whispered question back, horror and concern in her tone, her eyes suddenly widening larger “it’s hurting you. They’re growing and as they do they are killing you slowly.”

“Not in the way you think mother” he replied softly, “my flesh lies undamaged from this sickness but my heart and soul, yes they are sorely damaged. This sickness affects who I am, my spirit struggles to stay pure but as you can see it is strong.”

“What is this thing? How can it be doing this to you!”

“This sickness started when I was very young and increased every time I did fathers will and hurt someone or thing or did something evil of my own. But I was unaware of it until HIM, my new father, made me see. It is fathers evil I INHERITED eating away at the pure and noble in me, the love and loyalty” he motioned at the huge black hole over his groin “every time I fucked you or Debbie instead of making love, every time I used either of your flesh to my peak instead of insuring your own peak this grew. Sooca and the others have been helping me, teaching me to fight it for my soul and to slowly heal sections by righting my wrongs and doing good, but how do I do good sexually when I can’t love any other than the woman I THOUGHT betrayed me?”

We understood this and he went on “now I know the truth I plan to spend days-perhaps even weeks-torturing her with pleasure, ensuring she spends each minute knowing I love her for her sacrifice even more than before, that I make every inch of her body scream in orgasm again and again until she begs me to be inside her, but I won’t. I have years to make up for.”

To all our surprise-as we watched-the hole over his groin shrank by a few inches, but shrank just the same. He looked down at it, startled, then back up at her in dawning joy, whispered in awe “but I haven’t done it yet!”

“It doesn’t matter, darling, only that you had every honest intention of doing it.” She reached out to touch the one over his chest, near the heart again “you were being completely honest to yourself and me when you said it and your spirit knew that, it knew you would honestly try your damnest to do so when you will, that you would value Debbie’s pleasure and joy over your own. That’s why she loves you, she knows you better than you do yourself.”

“I know that now” he murmured “and we’ll sit down together and have a long serious talk-if I survive this.” Someone had prodded him mentally and he quickly got back to the subject at hand, the ghostly hand reaching out to hers “now is the moment, mother, will you let go and move on to the other plain or join with me, become one and part of me.”

She hesitated only two seconds before reaching out to close her fingers around his, his long slim fingers matching hers except for the clawed nails-his hands were his mothers except for the fact he had his fathers three fingers and a thumb not to mention the tiny raised mounds on his palm.

His smile of joy took in his entire face and made him look even more innocent and purer than normal. Something flickered in his eyes and he spoke without moving “I want to give you something you have never had before of your own your entire sex life, I want you to feel it, to have it before you join me and become part of me, before you cease to exist as an separate entity, known only in memories of those who loved you.”

“What is it?” she asked curiously as he tugged on her hand, pulling her towards him. He pulled her into his arms, mouth seeking hers in a long seductive kiss. When he let go she drew back, flustered, as he asked seductively “do you trust me?” to which she smiled and leaned forward to press her lips to his again.

With a groan his arms surrounded her again, palms running up and down her back and shoulder blades, caressing her firm buttocks and I had the sudden inclination I knew what he was doing and what was going to happen. Then it hit me, from the moment she was sexually active Robin Bradely had been a slave-an automation programmed to do whatever she was told to-never once asked what SHE wanted, selflessly (because she had no sense of self) letting her master do what he wanted when he wanted to do it to her.

She was about to cease to exist forever as an separate entity and she had never experienced simple human love or love-making, had never had what Arthur and I had. She had been raped, fucked, beaten, bound, abused all to satisfy her master but never had felt gentle hands and touch, never brought to the fever pitch and over or even held there.

Even though Carmen was her son and knew his fathers teachings were wrong-including to do with sex-he loved his mother more than his own life and wanted to give her something she had never had or felt before, something all her own to comfort her before they merged-and him knowing he had been able to give her such love before she ‘died’.

Their kisses increased in depth and intensity, I knew somehow her tongue was playing with his fangs and even his wings joined in, the sharp talon at the top flicking her nipples delicately when they curved between them. He suddenly pulled away from her mouth, smiling at her for a few long seconds before bending down to take one of the points in his mouth.

She gave a long surprised gasp and pressed harder against him, his mouth leaving it with a wet smack and moving to the next, murmuring “when I was newborn you denied me this” his lips teased the peaks, followed by the gentle graze of fangs-front still-and I suddenly knew in spirit form he didn’t have to worry about the poison or sedative, they didn’t work with souls, only flesh, even though their spirit bodies were as sensitive as their flesh. What would it be like floating above your flesh while you made love? How freeing would it feel?

He suddenly plunged his mouth around the entire flesh, tongue busy while he suckled as if trying to feed there from the milk long since gone. Robin barely managed to make any noise this time, her entire form bowing in half, top half thrusting closer for more attention. His wings meanwhile were running up and down her back, shoulder and buttocks, he continued suckling, first one then he pulled away with a gasp of breath as he released the suction he had started and moved to do the same to the next, opposite hand running up and down the wet breast, pinching the top hard so she felt it.

While he did this the other hand wondered slowly down her chest then belly to gently touch between her legs, one finger straying inside while the other two played with the flesh either side. She sucked in breath sharply, her legs shifting wider for him and it took only seconds before she was holding his mouth to her and moving longingly against his hand.

Many times, as her pleasure increased, she made a move for his groin, only to have him push it away, denying her as she had denied him earlier.

Finally-when it seemed she could wait no longer-he gave her what she so wanted. A cry of joy and excitement, they moved together slowly, his hands and mouth constantly moving on her spirit body. Every two minutes they swapped positions, trying every one in that intriguing book I read just after coming home, the same one I now had secret plans of trying on Arthur when we were reunited.

With each position her pleasure, joy and excitement increased, her cries coming faster and more intense. Her eyes were widening as well, as if her own pleasure surprised her, as if it didn’t occur to her there was anything beyond what she had felt all her life, as if she thought only men had orgasms.

Finally they were in the one called ‘the bee’-or the reverse cowboy-making a loud keening sound and gasps when she finally released, everything in her let go, she screamed, convulsing around him, unable to stop herself as fifteen years of repressed peaks and pleasure came at once upon her. As a slave her orgasms hadn’t mattered, only her masters.

As she came three things happened at once. One was the light around them flashed out briefly, blinding us for just a few seconds. Second was when it faded we saw her raise her head, tears of joy and love in her eyes “thank you.” The third was her arms raised to her sons so they stood\floated in identical positions, her form-from the feet up-merging with his, hands and fingers merging-even though he had only three and she had human four. At chest level she spoke one last time to him “thank you and remember I’m proud of you my child.”

“I know” even though we couldn’t see his head I knew he was crying, it was in his voice and words. Just before her head disappeared, superimposed and then merging with his, she spoke again once more “I love you.”

“I love you too” this time we knew he was definitely crying because we could see his face as his mothers went see-through and merged with his-even her cheeks were wet with tears and shone in her eyes depths and somehow the tracks down their cheeks were also identical because their tears merged identically.

The second the tops of their heads touched there was another flash of light that temporarily blinded us, only instead of disappearing like before it faded to an bearable level, the two spirits now a ball of light that slowly floated down to encompass the boys still body. There was a third flash of light-a scream of mixed triumph, agony and elation. When this one faded the woman’s body was gone, knife beside him on the ground.

The boy himself was floating above the ice floor, eyes closed and face solemn as his face and body shifted in front of our eyes.

Instead of the long and thin alien form his body seemed to fill out, taking on a more ‘human’ look, making him seem more of a normal teenager-just with longer legs. Next the outstretched hands and finger shifted, although the three fingers and one thumb remained as they were. They did-however-shorten so they were a normal length and widen so they appeared less like his fathers and more natural, almost exactly his mothers.

His skin color went a darker grey, making it more pronounced-due to his mothers generously tanned skin but I had the inclination it was also due to his massive blood-loss than anything else, that we wouldn’t see the true color until he was healthy and fully healed.

The limp almost dead shoulder-length black hair became wavy and bouncy, golden streaks throughout it and framing his face and head like a wild mane. The facial features-eyes nose and mouth, chin and head shape because more like his mothers than before, eyes slowly opening to reveal the red glowing cat-eyes shifting to an sea-blue so intense and pure I just knew it was his Valori heritage from his human side-and his mothers.

In fact his face took on such a purity I would have called him beautiful which reminded me that before now the only being I would have previously called that was my Arthur, you just don’t call men that usually. Men are handsome and Harold was, well, striking, but they couldn’t compare.

Or maybe it was the purity in their souls that made them so, we all could see the boy’s pure heart and I KNEW my Arthur was the same. The chanting seemed to reach its crescendo with “what was once two, now is one, son to mother, mother to son. By Atacka son of the moon and Rellca mother sun-let the will of mother earth now be done.”

Slowly the boy was lowered towards the blood stained floor and once down he looked over to his father and said in a thick but musical voice “I know everything now.”

“What…”

“Everything you told mother, every dirty little secret you revealed to her or around her thinking would be safe because she was your slave-I know now, her memories are my memories.” A slow smile spread across his face “I now know not only the key word to free brother but your big secret-the reason you hate humans so much.” To our surprise he laughed, “I wonder what Ritchie would say when I tell him, oh, he’ll be tickled pink.”

“You ungrateful little shit!” the alien snarled. The boy laughed again but it suddenly twisted into pain, he clutched his chest briefly then fainted dead away. I knew it was because of the damage to his mothers heart coupled with blood-loss and the effort to heal.

Once he was truly out a rich ‘old world’ voice filled the room, power in every letter of every word. “Finally he is out. I have been awaiting that since I arrived, he can not witness what I am about to do.” He turned eyes the same green as before, the same of the wilds as in tree leaves, raw fruit and fresh grass to the alien “he may hate you, what you are and what you have done but you are his father and a part of him still loves you-even though he also hates that part of himself. He is not ready now-nor may never be-to end your life. So it is up to me and me alone” he raised one glowing hand “it is appropriate, considering what we are-our races were ancient enemies.” The alien backed up and snarled to the room “get him! Kill him!”

The cloak of darkness went back all the way to fully reveal the figure. He was the perfect combination of Valori and Toooilan, almost as if god had created him as a template-a prototype to model the rest of the human race off. He wore the cloak of darkness like a part of him, but underneath the brown suit had become pure light so his arms and legs were obscured unless he moved them away from his sides or just moved them.

We all also saw signs of the elements of the earth on him, from the green of his eyes symbolizing the trees and grass, earth brown tinge to his skin tone. His hair was white with red streaks through it, the same red as the two males with us and the same white as the entire room, water-or ice-and fire.

He had them all, light and darkness, fire and ice, earth and-if the cloaks movements were right-wind.

At their masters command the robots, servants and cyborgs in the room all turned their attention to the other being. As one they acted, the servants and robots firing weapons while the cyborgs stepped forward with various hand held weapons-from nightsticks, clubs, baseball bats and even some swords.

The cloak of darkness folded around him, shielding him from the blows while light from his body flashed out and like a heat-seeker hit each Servant in turn, doing exactly what had happened earlier, throwing them into convulsions and then unconsciousness.

The same with the robots, exploding them in a shower of metal and oil, so only the cyborgs were left, unemotionally beating at the dark shield, restlessly. As we watched the edges of the bottom of the cloak suddenly jerked downwards, driving into the ice floor and extending down further so not only did the shield extend underground but he was anchored there like some great tree.

But that wasn’t all. There was a loud rumbling, the entire place shook and something popped up behind each cyborg. The things moved, wavering, seeking something and one by one found it. As we watched tentacles of darkness wrapped around each cyborgs ankles and at the exact same time yanked them off their feet and into the air, upside down.

In union with more which lifted the unconscious Ice Servants they were encased in a black shroud-kind of like a cocoon, hanging from the ‘limbs’ of a tree of darkness so in a way the entire thing looked like a grove of dark trees baring weird fruit, some moving violently.

It took barely twenty seconds before they ceased all movement but a full five minutes before something happened. The dark ‘cocoons’ split open, their victims being spat out to lay, moaning and coughing in an heap under the ‘trees’. When one looked up, confused and uncertain, I suddenly realized something at the same time everyone else in the room did “they’re free of the Ice Serum!”

“That’s not all” Bonnie gasped, “look, look at the cyborgs!”

We did and gasped in shock and surprise. The cyborgs were now men again, their cybernetic components removed and flesh, blood, bone and organs replacing them. The metal and components melted and merged with the dark trees.

The men-as if hearing some sweet hypnotic music-all rose and shuffled on legs unused to their own orders towards the being, to have part of the cloak surround them protectively, almost like the boy had only hiding them from sight. When the alien screamed for reinforcements in frustration they were barely in the room before the dark trees seemed to come to life, the empty pods resembling Venus fly traps as they caught up the cyborgs, servants and even Renegade Idars, swallowing them and sealing closed while claw-like branches grew to attack the robots.

These men spat out were also healed and freed-even the Renegade Idars-wandering over to join the first lot of men in the shield. Except one man who stood under the tree, screaming at the being for freeing him from the Renegade Idar strain, claiming he had WANTED what he had become, he joined Zimmer so he could kill and feed and ‘bathe in blood’, it excited him, demanding he ‘put him back the way he was.’ The dark shield around the being parted and he looked at the furious man “there is no going back.” The man froze “what do you mean?”

“The cure is permanent,” he said and the man snarled “then I’ll go get turned again by another Renegade…”

“The cure is permanent,” the man repeated firmly and the other frowned at him dangerously “you can’t cure us, no one can, just like Idars.” The ancient man looked at him intently as he said firmly, “I most certainly can. I created those the Renegades and Idars came from and while there is even an iota of it left in the modern or ancient strains I can manipulate it however I like.” A voice spoke from the group in the shield, thick and rasping with years of unsure but full of emotion “you mean I’ll never be a slave again?”

“What you once were, you shall NEVER be again” the being said and the man under the tree exclaimed “you son of a bitch!” snapped up an discarded weapon and snapped off a number of shots that bounced off the cloak. As if reacting to protect the being one of the trees reared back with its own life, the pod snatched him off the ground and swallowed him.

The man screamed, there were muffled gunshots and the pod began to do what could only be described as chewing, the violent movements and screams of terror, fury and indescribable agony showing I was right. It then swallowed him, the tree absorbing the flesh, blood, bones and organs and I had the sneaking suspicion it had needed it to replace energy used replacing the parts regrown for the cyborgs not just because he was obviously too dangerous to keep alive, but sheer coincidence.

A few in the freed group shuddered in horror at the sight but the first man-the one who had earlier looked up in confusion and uncertainty, suddenly spoke out “you mean I could never be one of HIS Ice Servants ever again, but I could still be a Renegade or Renegade Slave?” When the being nodded solemnly and added “but you can SHARE your immunity” to which the first man frowned “what do you mean?”

“I think I know” one of the ex-cyborgs said softly, “he’s saying not only did he cure us but left something in our bodies-probably our blood and probably an enzyme that means if we get too an lab or hospital as quickly as possible we can synthesize an serum from each other and inoculate each other.”