Dragon Clans Book 2 - Lineage
Chapter 3

Copyright© 2009 by Vjax

Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 3 - The continuing saga of Michael Dane and his quest to understand who he is and what he is to become. His journey will criss cross the globe gathering pieces to an ancient puzzle. A puzzle whos final form will shape the course of history yet written. Book II of the Dragon Clans Trilogy

Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Reluctant   Mind Control   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Science Fiction   BDSM   DomSub   Group Sex   Interracial  

Time seemed to stand still as Aoife embraced Michael. Standing there, wrapped in a golden leathery cocoon, Michael was tense, his muscles flexing, ready to endure what was to come.

Aoife felt the tension coming off Michael in waves.

"Be calm Michael, there is nothing painful in this. It will be a sensation the likes of which you have never known, but it does not cause pain."

Aoife's calm, safe tone reassured Michael. He relaxed into her embrace, still pensive but resolute with his decision and more open because of her reassurance.

As he relaxed Michael took in the sensation of being so close to Aoife. Her scent spicy and warm, as if walking through some exotic tropical market within which the humidity and raucous smells mingled together to form a musk that was almost a physical presence.

Then there was her heat. It radiated from her like a furnace. Not so hot to be intolerable but several degrees higher than the surrounding air. Enshrouding him in a warmth that ebbed and flowed around him as her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

Reaching out a tentative hand, Michael gently touched the wings that surrounded him.

A small shudder rolled through and over Aoife at the touch.

Her skin was warm but surprisingly soft, it reminded Michael of the supple heat and texture of sun warmed leather.

Michael closed his eyes, relaxing into this moment of change and discovery.

"Good young one, that is good, relax. It is a simple thing that we do, simple but meaningful. You know me on a genetic level already Michael. You carry my essence within you. I am going to open myself to you now, we will share a connection deeper than lovers, deeper than mother and child. All of my experience, love, pain, fear, loss, joy will mingle with your own, as yours shall mingle with me. We will become more than we are in this moment. You will have my memories, as well as all those who came before you. It is a solemn and ancient sharing, a gift of unaccountable worth, for us both."

Aoife's words faded in Michael's mind as her soul, her essence, her energy and light engulfed his mind.

The images and feelings began to flash by at enormous speed. Michael immediately tensed, sensing bits and pieces of knowledge but having no perspective of the whole. He cried out both physically and mentally at the loss of those pieces he could not perceive as they came too quickly.

"Shhh, once the knowledge is given Michael, once it is a part of you, then you will assimilate it, nothing is being lost, all of it is yours. It resides within you, waiting until it is needed or summoned." Aoife comforted him once again as the transfer continued.

On and on it went, centuries of history, an ancient life given freely, born and made new once again in the sharing.

Tears streamed down Michaels face at the onslaught of emotion. The spectrum of feeling playing across his heart only to repeat again, over and over. Michael slowly slipped to his knees, Aoife's wings providing gentle support as he bowed under the weight of the responsibility he was being gifted. For that is what it was, a gift of such magnitude, encompassing millennia of experience Michael had no choice but to simply allow it all to flow into him. And in that moment of releasing the need to understand, of simply allowing it to happen, he was overcome by a comforting calm and yet the process still continued, Aoife's life becoming his life, as his becoming hers.

The rich tapestry of her life and his unfolding for each of them. Demanding that they live and breath and understand each of their evolutionary moments.

The warmth of a mothers wings embracing him...

Fear crystallized in the moment of first flight before the wind captured and held her in its cool embrace...

Rage from the betrayal of an ancient lover whose name ... slipped by too quickly ... but the after image of it's passing burned...

Unimaginable pain as talons rip through flesh...

Depthless loss as your kind wither and fade from the face of the world...

Joy unbounded found communing with a new race...

Untold deaths...

Untold births...

The unfolding and flowering of a new race...

All of it, everything in her long history played out for him, through him, became him.

For Aoife the impact was even greater.

While her life encompassed much of known history, it's length also subdued the emotions. Where her long life was punctuated by moments of great pain and promise, the experience of Michael's short frenetic life took Aoife's very breath away.

Simple joy as bright paper is ripped away to reveal the treasures of childhood...

The soft brush of lips, the warm moist sensual heat of newly discovered connection...

Adrenaline coursing as a hand moves over a wild creature born of another realm in the early dawn...

Excited congratulations for the first big bid awarded...

Overwhelming comfort waking up in a warm bed, a lover curled around you...

Unending anguish trying to pry open a casket lid for one last look at love...

So much pain, so much passion, so much life lived in such a short time. Aoife wept along with Michael as their lives intertwined, mixed and became something so much more than they were before.

Time passed slowly on the small stone landing beneath Nogardshire Castle. The world moved on above, people loved and lost, found joy and sorrow. But at the same moment, time had stopped below their feet as an ancient life and a compact life became something very unique.

"How do you feel Michael?"

Aoife's voice was gentle as she slowly pulled her wings up and away to set lightly on her back.

"I feel ... whole Aoife."

Michael stood, arms stretching above his head, muscles slowly loosening from the tension of becoming.

"You have lived an amazing life my friend. Thank you for the gift of your memories and wisdom. I was so afraid to take this on Aoife, so fearful that I would not be up to the challenge. But I understand now."

"I know that I have already accepted, but I want to reaffirm that to you Aoife. I vow to do what is best for the clan, to stop those who try to create a world filled with chaos and pain."

Michael's voice was quiet as he spoke to Aoife. There was no need for great volume between them now. For as he spoke, his passion and commitment to her and to the clan were also effortlessly communicated.

"It will take you some time Michael, to understand the gifts that come with being a chosen, the responsibilities. Do not rush, time may be short, but there is time enough to learn. Give yourself the time Michael, rely on those close to you for support and guidance as you grow into your new place in the world."

"Will you stay here, now that I have become?" Michael asked, as he looked up into her golden eyes. His fear of the answer mirrored back to her from his own eyes.

Aoife shifted on the stone for a moment and then took flight. Completing a lazy circle around the cavern she came to a light landing on the island before answering him.

"I will stay here for a time Michael. Always you and I shall be close. Our physical proximity will always be shifting, as it was with Ian and those who came before him. But we are now linked in a deeper more tangible way than any physical interaction could bind us. I will always be with you Michael."

Her words eased him. The idea of losing her, of not having that which he shared with her now was something simply intolerable to consider.

Aoife regarded him for a long moment before what passed for a laugh escaped her mouth.

"Go now young one, the die is cast. Walk into the world for the first time as a chosen, find your mates, begin your journey. You have but to call and I shall be there for you." Her excitement was contagious.

With a last long look at her golden countenance Michael turned and sprinted up the stairs. Eager, as she had said, to begin.

...

"Michael went into the crypt, Ian's legacy is assured." Millie said to Nigel.

She sat down across from him, the barracks now his make shift command center.

Nigel sat back in his chair. A look of relief passing over his face. Focusing on Millie he stood up. He looked tired as he came limping around the desk to stand next to her. They had shared so much, lived such an uncommon life all thanks to the fates bringing them into Ian's life.

"And what of us Millie, where do you and I figure into this now that Ian is gone and the torch has passed?" There was resignation in his tone that Millie had never heard from Nigel before. Millie's hand moved to his where it lay on her shoulder. She didn't know what to tell her oldest friend about their future. So much of their lives had been lived on the run, putting out this or that fire. Now that their magnetic north had left them here, she had the same question as he. What now for us?

Before she could speak they were interrupted.

"What I hope the future will hold is that both of you choose to stay close, I have much to learn and understand, you two are ... uniquely qualified to help me with that." Michael's tone was honest and strong, this, coupled with his lopsided grin put them both at ease.

"We need to put off the trip a day. Valerie and I need to go to Oxford tomorrow to tie up our loose ends. Tera has some things to take care of as well."

Nigel and Millie both smiled inwardly at his easy but forceful tone. There was no question in his inflection, he was not asking if they could, he was simply stating that's the way it is. It was both a happy and sorrowful moment for the pair. With one sentence Michael had replaced Ian as leader of the clan.

"Of course. That will actually work out better for me, give me more time to plan the itinerary, put assets in place." Nigel said. He had been sweating leaving in the morning with so much of the planning still up in the air.

"I'll want to spend some time with both of you this evening and tomorrow. There is a lot I need to be brought up to speed on and I am afraid we will have no where near the time needed." Michael said as he turned making for the door. Before getting two steps he stopped and turned back.

"Nigel, I would like Sims and Elise to come with us, wherever the hell it is we are going. Do you see any problems with that?"

Nigel thought for a moment. Sims would be no issue, he had planned on having him accompany them. Nigel hadn't counted on Elise.

"Sims is not a problem, he was going anyway. As for Elise, I'm not sure if..." Nigel trailed off as Michael interrupted him.

"Get Elise a passport and whatever other documents she'll need. I will talk to Sims and then Elise. I don't think there will be a problem, let me handle it." Michael said.

He had already turned and started walking away before finishing his sentence. Moving on to the next thing on his list.

Nigel and Millie smiled as they watched him walk away.

"So much like Ian," they both said, regarding each other with smiles as they turned back to the desk to work on the travel plans.

Michael took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He couldn't remember feeling more energetic, feeling so good.

Walking through the door to his room Michael came up short as he found a tearful Tera lying on the bed.

Every muscle in Michael's body coiled like a snake ready to strike at seeing one of his mates in such a state.

"What happened, whats wrong?" Michael almost growled as he crossed the room and scooped Tera into his arms.

...

The cool afternoon air felt good as Tera ran down the old cart path. Billowy white clouds paced her as Tera's long purposeful gait carried her across the low hills to the south of the castle.

Valerie had jumped into planning mode as soon as Michael left, leaving Tera to her own devices. Michael's revelations about who he was and what it meant for all of them still hadn't sunk in. She needed some time alone to come to grips with what those changes would mean and find a balance with them.

'Spending eternity with Michael and Valerie, there are worse fates.' Tera thought as she ran hard into an ancient stand of oaks, following the time worn path deeper into their shadowed depths.

Tera's life had always been something defined by moments of action and moments of waiting until the next action was required. There was never any great thought or energy put toward the long term of her life. A home, a family, growing old with someone.

'Well, at least I don't have to worry about the growing old part now, ' Tera chuckled to herself.

The path she was on widened, opening onto a small glade set at the middle of the copse of oaks. Dappled light filtered in through breaks in the trees providing a calming balm to Tera's whirling emotions.

Breaking from her run, Tera walked around slowly, hands on her hips as the pace she had been setting finally caught up with her. Taking deep gulps of air she moved toward the single stone at the center of the glade.

The stone was out of place, a rough hewn boulder of black obsidian that had no place in the heart of the English countryside. Tera was surprised to find a small bubbling pool at it's base, a natural spring that she was pleased to find as she had forgotten to bring water with her.

Dipping her hands into the cool liquid she brought them to her face, enjoying the cold against her heated skin. Dipping her hands in again she brought the water to her lips, taking a deep drink. The water was almost ice cold and sweet, it made her feel instantly refreshed and calm.

Moving to the side of the small pool Tera sat down with her back to the stone. As she had been taught in moments of turmoil, when balance and clarity eluded her, she crossed her legs, lay her hands on her knees and closed her eyes. Turning off her mental switches she opened her other senses, hoping to define her place in the grand scheme of a universe that had just been turned upside down.

The scents were what came to her first. The sweetness of the water balanced by the earthy damp of moss. These mingled with the dry bark of the trees, carried by the gentle breeze that that now caressed her skin. The feeling of the hard stone at her back, the tip of something that ran much deeper whose long journey over eons from below was followed by the water.

Tera's breath caught the flavor of the breeze, the bitterness of wheat and oat spore brought forth on the wind from the now fallow fields after the harvest. The salty taste of her own sweat, the remembered flavor of Michaels lips, of Valerie's flesh.

Her senses deepened, her connection to the land and the sky, the wood and wind carrying her beyond the shaded glade. The castle, it's foundations rooted in the same stone that lay hard against her spine. The fields holding the after image of countless centuries of their gifts given and the promise of bounty yet to be to sewn and reaped.

Tera had taken such journeys before.

The rocky promontory in South Africa before the roiling power of Cape of Good Hope after a bloody ambush which left three of her six member team dead. Finding the connection with the unbridled power of the sea an experience that would strengthen her own force of will.

A mist shrouded plateau in the Himalayas shown to her by the monks she had been sent to rescue from extremists. The simple vastness of the place and connecting to it had provided her with a unique compass for navigating her own limitless internal landscape.

Sitting within the canopy of a south American rain forest, the battle not yet joined in which she would take the lives of guerrillas hoping to kidnap students from the only school within 200 miles. Tera found and connected with the wellspring of life, felt it's throbbing presence, was engulfed by it and therein found the overwhelming power and presence and wonder of her own life.

Down through the years, in places often never trod by another living soul, Tera found her own connection to life. Found the balance of being a creature of the universe. Found the comfort of being connected to the world within which she walked.

As she began the process of pulling back into herself, of releasing the sensory connection to the world around her. Something new pulled at her consciousness.

Never before in this state had something made it's presence felt. Always it had been a floating open allowing that whatever is ... simply is. Following the tendril of emotion she felt the subtle change in her awareness. She felt her emotions begin to build, break through the calm plane of her balanced mind.

Rage, untenable, endless rage washed over Tera. She felt every ounce of it, felt it consume her, she was afraid that it would simply be too much for her to handle, that its end would only come with hers.

As quickly as it came it was replaced by sorrow so deep and abiding that it was as if no other emotion had ever or could ever exist. Tears poured from her sightless eyes as she sat in the glade, its quiet shattered by wail of untold and unrelenting sadness.

A barren wasteland of nothingness swept away the sorrow, leaving a void within which Tera could find no compass point, no star, no light with which to chart a course across it's expanse. Never in her life had she felt so completely alone and hopeless.

Images came with the next tumult of emotions.

A hand placing a phone back on its cradle.

Lips lifting to a smile on a face which wore the the freshly cut lines of new emotions fought and bested.

The flash of an Asian woman, her body slumping in a seat.

Valerie's auburn hair caught for a moment by the sun in such a way that it glowed as if afire.

The curve of her own thigh as a hand lovingly traced its form.

Love

Joy

Completion

Ecstasy

Fear

All of them mixed and melded into one common emotion that encompassed and surpassed them all.

New tears sprang forth as Tera pulled back to her body, her essence, her soul finding foundational purchase once again within living vibrant heart of her.

Her hands covered her eyes as the tears continued unabated. It had been Michael she had touched.

His loss of Sasha

His Rage

His Sorrow

His emptiness

A new path found, a new reason for living, for loving, for moving forward.

He killed to protect himself out of instinct.

He loved her and Valerie with such overwhelming passion.

Desired them with such forceful intent.

Needs them as he needs air and sun.

Rising, Tera started off in a dead run for the castle. Her only thought to find him, to try and make him understand that everything he felt for her and for Valerie was returned ten fold. That he was not alone in his love, his desire and his desperate need to be with them.

She knew the night of their joining that he loved her. But in the instant she shared his emotions, unencumbered by the trappings of body and mind, that his love was so far beyond what she had ever conceived.

And in this understanding she found her own true love for him and for Valerie.

Found the undiscovered fathoms of emotion that now made her complete because they were now part of her.

...

"I couldn't ... couldn't find you."

Tera said as she lept from the bed and into Michael's arms.

Confused, Michael simply held her. This was not like Tera, something must be terribly wrong.

"What is it Tera, has someone done something to hurt you? Tell me what's happened."

Michael's own emotions were kicking in. Before the change he was very protective of his family, that trait had only increased with his ascension.

She could feel his muscles tensing around her, hear the cadence of his heart jump with every passing second.

Pulling back from him Tera looked into his eyes. What she found there was a seething rage wishing to be unleashed, and it was for her. This power, this energy, thirsted to be loosed against whatever it was that had caused her the harm he perceived.

Her hands slipped to his face.

'Was his jaw line harder now, more defined? Did his eyes always have those golden flecks that danced in the light, can he possibly be mine.'

Her thoughts raced in that instant. Tera only knew the true answer to the last of her questions, the only one of them that really mattered.

Pulling him to her their lips met in a heated union. Michael was startled, the shift from perceived threat to intense passion left him switching gears for a moment while Tera was already redlining and about shift to the next gear.

Tera's hands moved between them, her hands curling into his jeans just above his rapidly swelling cock. With one quick powerful movement she pulled, two buttons losing their battle with the physics of force and tension, clattered to the wood floor below. Tera's hands loosed the now ruined waist of his jeans and claimed their prize, wrapping around his hardening member as her tongue dueled with his.

"You're okay? No one hurt you?" Michael gasped as he broke their heated kiss, his fingers grasping the front of her shirt at the neck and in a swift move tearing it down the middle.

"I'm fine, better than fine, you love me Michael, I knew it before, now I feel it and it's ... amazing, wonderful. Take me, god Michael take me." Tera's husky whisper inflamed Michael and as she pulled his shirt off he moved her back toward the bed as his hands slid her running shorts down and over her hips.

Tera moaned into his mouth as his hand found her center, two long fingers slipping easily into her pussy. A cry of need escaped between their lips as her thighs hit the edge of the bed.

With a firm but gentle shove Michael pushed Tera down on her back. Pulling her legs straight up he slid the remains of her shorts off. His lips and tongue found her calve. She tasted of salt and honey, her flavor pushed his ardor higher as her questing fingers found the tip of him. She was pulling him forward, needing to feel him inside her, to be joined with her physically as she was now and forever would be joined with his heart and soul.

Michael let out a long moan as Tera guided his throbbing maleness to the entrance of her pussy. She did not immediately place him within her. She lingered with him there a moment, playing the hard but spongy head of him over her lips, in tight circles around her clit. A small orgasm washed over her at the sensation and then she was simply taken by him, no longer capable of conscious action, only able to simply be and feel and experience the glorious connection.

Michael slid within her in one long stroke. Seating himself within her depths he paused, the sensitive nexus of him nestled under her cervix. Her muscles rippled around him, causing him to throb and grow harder, though how he had no idea.

As if in slow motion he pulled from her, feeling every millimeter of the passage as if it took an age, as if he could become lost in any of them but still amazed by the heightening of experience held within the next.

When only head of him remained within her he paused once more, reveling in the simple act of taking the moment, of taking her, of what was to come.

His thrusts were hard and needy. Full deep strokes that claimed her as his, eliciting a string of endless moans from both of them that grew in volume and power.

"Fuck me Michael, take me, fill me..." Tera moaned as his movements became more frantic, his need now overwhelming.

His teeth bit into her calve as his long fingers encircled her ankles above his head.

"Oh God!!!!" Tera yelled as this last tactile claiming of her pushed her over the edge into an orgasm unrivaled in her experience.

Tera's clutching spasming cunt pushed Michael over the edge as well. With a deep wailing cry and one final thrust that buried him within her they joined there in that moment of bliss. Her grasping muscles pulling forth his orgasm, his throbbing heat, so deep within her, feeding and fanning the flames of her own release.

The volume of his spend was enormous, quickly flooding Tera's quivering channel and spilling out of her at the point of their union. They clung to each other as they rode the waves of bliss. Tera's legs parting and Michael coming to rest on her chest. His lips and teeth finding her diamond hard nipples. Their breaths and heartbeats matching in ragged unison as they basked in the joy that can only be found in such joinings of body of mind of soul.

Winding her fingers into his hair as he lay upon her, Tera whispered...

"Tell me of Sasha Michael, introduce me to the other woman who lives in your heart."

Michael started at the mention of her name, but his tension quickly fled as all of the passion and love and need of his former love came to him.

"Sasha was..."

By the time Michael finished telling Tera about the first love of his life they were both weeping silent tears. Michael, overwhelmed by vocalizing the story of her. Tera honored to be counted in such company.

"I love you." Tera said with a smile as they slowly sat up, the deep russet hews of dusk now enveloping the room.

Michael pulled her to him, chest to chest, warm skin on warm skin.

"I love you too Tera, always."

She touched his face as she smiled at his statement.

"We should get cleaned up for dinner." she said slipping from his arms and walking to the bathroom.

Michael watched her walk away, marveling once again at his fortune of finding such women as she and Valerie.

...

Valerie was the last one to show up for dinner.

Michael and Tera had sagged into their chairs, a happy satiated aura around them both as she came in.

Taking one look at her lovers Valerie's lips parted in large knowing smile.

"Hard day?" She asked, kissing first Michael then Tera. She was unable to banish the smile as she gently touched each of their faces before sitting down on the other side of Michael.

Michael and Tera simply smiled sheepishly as they all began to eat.

After dinner the three of them joined Nigel and Millie in the library. It was getting late, but Michael needed answers.

"It's been a whirlwind for all of us since Ian's death. I feel ... a bit overwhelmed by the amount of responsibility that is now mine and I don't have a clue as to where to start."

Michael shifted on the couch between Valerie and Tera, his need to know about his role, his duties, what was expected of him, made him antsy. He was not one to go into any situation behind the curve.

"I really need a thorough outline of everything, who I can trust, who our allies are, who are the opposition, what resources do we have..." Michael's voice trailed off as he was a bit overwhelmed by the volume of things he didn't know.

Michael's tone calmed as he sat on the soft leather couch, Valerie and Tera snuggled within his outstretched arms.

"We have already started putting together information on all of those things and more. I know that this has all come at you rather fast. You don't have to worry Michael, we will make sure that by the time we land at our first destination you have all the information you need."

Millie was standing by one of the tall windows looking out into the night.

"I will put together a summary of the clan holdings and what oversight is required of them. I had planned on having it ready before we leave so you can review it on the flight."

Michael smiled at Millie before he answered.

"Thank you Millie, I appreciate you and Nigel both agreeing to stay. I don't know what I would do without either of you."

Valerie squeezed his thigh lightly. Looking down into her eyes he saw the fatigue there and knew it was time to head to bed.

"I will have something similar for you, outlining a brief history of the other clans, what their strengths and weakness are and their current status."

Nigel had moved over to Millie, his good arm gently wrapping around her waist.

"Excellent Nigel," Michael said as he stood walking over to the older man. Michael had been so caught up making his decision to take on the mantle of clan leader he had forgotten the wounds Nigel had taken.

Closing his eyes, Michael placed his hand on Nigel's shoulder.

Nigel felt a sense of vertigo and Millie stiffened ready to support him if he fell.

The moment passed quickly.

Michael gave Nigel's shoulder a small pat as he stepped back from him.

"You should feel much better in the morning."

Nigel had seen what Michael was capable of. He had no doubt that the cane and sling would not be needed with the coming of the dawn.

Offering a hand to his women he pulled them to their feet.

"I'll see you both in the morning." Michael said to Nigel and Millie over his shoulder as he guided Tera and Valerie upstairs.

Sleep did not find Michael as quickly as he hoped it would. The day had held revelations and they did not slip easily to the background to make way for rest.

Tera was spooned at his back, one leg over his, her arm draped across both he and Valerie.

Valerie lay in front of him, her warm body pushed back into his, his own arm over her, fingers intertwined with Tera's. They had both fallen asleep quickly leaving him to ponder thoughts that only come in the deep dark of night.

 
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