Chronicles of Han Storm, Preserving Creata Part 1, 2, 3

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 12

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 12

*** Twelve ***

    There was a warm pressure against my back.

    I moved away from the pressure, but it snuggled up to me, placing an arm over my chest, holding onto my naked body.

    I had no clothes on!

    Untangling myself from the person holding me, I managed to turn around and saw the young version of Ma-Mara waking up next to me. She too, was naked.

    She propped her head up with an arm, playfully looking at me.

    Universe, she was beautiful!

    Her body was trim, with what I regarded as perfect breasts. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall.

    “Make love to me Han Storm.”

    It was not a request.

    I had never been with a woman before, but as I looked into the pools of her chocolate coloured eyes, all thoughts of resistance dissolved.

    We came together, she guiding me expertly. For a while nothing existed except us.

    Our energies spent, we gently lay next to each other. She looked happy. I certainly was happier than I have ever been before.

    It suddenly seemed as if I was seeing the world from a different perspective.

    I could think and work things out at he same time. It felt similar to a computer running programs in the background. Busy with one thing, but still concentrating on others too.

    I could not stop looking at the woman playing with my hair. I did not want to think further than the moment, but my mind could not stay still, flitting through the repercussions of what had just happened.

    *There are none* Ma-Mara answered for me.

    Ma-Mara’s intrusion in telepathic conversation was handled by a different section of my brain. It interpreted concepts into words whereas the physical hearing section interpreted words into meaning.

    *That is correct.*

    “How is it that you can follow my conscious thoughts?”

    *I have had a long time to practice.*

    She stood up and started to make more tea. The fire danced on her brown skin and I felt embarrassed by my new stirring of desire.

    *And you portray your thoughts openly* she continued. *You may not notice it yourself, but your aura is constantly casting pictures, which I call illusions, of everything that is passing through your pretty little head. You must close yourself from doing so.*

    We were stepping away from the original subject.

    “You were saying that what had happened here” I spread my arms to include the Cavern, “will have no negative effect on our professional relationship.”

    *None whatsoever. To you, I will always be Mara. And you will always look at me and see me for who I am. Sex is an enjoyable tool to be used as needed. Are you not feeling happy and care-free?*

    “Yes. I feel more opened up to everything too.”

    *So have some tea now.*

    She gave me a cup and I looked at her suspiciously.