Realms of Eden: B4 - First Battle

Thelma gently nudged Kel away continuing her scan of the guests at the table noticing that there was a little bit of darkness almost directly across from her. She did a double check, not darkness, loneliness rolled across her in waves from Ronnie Kelleher. She looked at the woman's face and saw the delicate aging lines around the woman's eyes and the sadness within them. As Ronnie rose from the table Thelma couldn't help but notice the changes that had happened to the woman in the past few years.

When Ronnie had taken up the position of Sydney's housekeeper she seemed a healthy if somewhat frumpy and quiet older lady even though she was only in her late 80's early 90's. Her husband had died a few years before that and she was happy to spend her days in the company of the strangely handsome black haired man and the gorgeous assortment of women that seemed to bounce in and out of his house.

Ronnie had come to know them all and in her own way she began to love and worry about them all without concern about herself. It provided the distraction she needed to prevent the depression that seemed to find her at odd moments when she thought about her departed mate and their lack of offspring. She had no other family and being around Sydney and his girls more than made up for her personal lack.

It was with Kelsey that she interacted with the most and with her help had decided to take up a few light exercise classes. Later she had found that Kel, as she preferred to be called, was also a trained psychologist and had helped her to talk out her grief and her problems.

It was also Kel's wicked sense of humour that she found most compatible with and they would spend delicious hours playing practical jokes on the others. Since they had become occasional lovers Ronnie had found the confidence to dress in more modern fashion. Her and Kelsey had given some of the men and women down at the shopping centres something to drool over as they strutted around town in the pretence of shopping for some item or another.

Though her and Kel found themselves very compatible in bed it hadn't stopped Kelsey from trying to arrange dates for her. Finally Ronnie had confessed that she was too shy to take a man home. Her one possible partner was Ian Creighton, Sydney's cricket coach but her plans had been temporarily halted when the man became very involved in the Australian team. There were times when she craved the touch and kisses of a warm willing body, male or female, she shyly admitted, she needed to find someone that reciprocated her feelings.

Kelsey's and Ronnie's first night together had been sweet and eye-opening for the older woman as it had been the first time that she had made love to another woman. Her deceased husband had always wanted her to join him in their bed on the rare occasions he brought home a girlfriend. She had never been uninhibited enough to let herself participate in the wicked fun that George and the woman indulged in. George had always warned her about his girlfriends, the fit old bugger had plenty to choose from with his good looks and sense of humour. His lusty responses to her afterwards were always a joy for her as he ensured that she knew that he loved her but needed some other fun occasionally. She knew that he never commented or worried about the odd fling she had had in their sixty years together.

It was her worry over what Sydney would think of her that caused her to run from Kelsey that first night. It had caused her to stay away from her work for several days afterwards. Sydney had almost gone into a panic when she did not answer his calls nor those of Kelsey who was extremely worried about her.

Kel's angry face and trembling body arriving on her doorstep three days later, her screams and almost total collapse made her realise that she had been a fool. Her urgent kisses and hotly insistent hands as they lay in her bed convinced her that she was making a mistake denying herself the opportunity to further participate in the pleasurable activities that occurred at her employer's residence.

While Kel properly tongue lashed her, verbally and physically, she confessed her guilt, loneliness and ardent desire to bed Sydney. Kel had smiled up at her from between her wide open legs and said, "I think we can plan that sweetheart." Later as they rested in each other's warm embrace Kel asked her about whom else she fantasised about and met each name with a soft kiss and whispered agreement.

Ian Creighton became a more frequent visitor to Sydney's house as he took over the coaching of the Australian cricket team and Kel ensured that Ronnie was always dressed nicely for the man's visits. Kel told her that her clothing was having the desired effect on the confirmed bachelor as she noticed him checking her out from the corners of his eyes as she fussed around the house cleaning or just simply being in the room with the men as they discussed tactics.

Ian was delighted when she provided some interesting insights into the game and never objected to her eavesdropping on their discussions; in fact he sometimes consulted with her and Kel, whom he knew had a deep passion for the game.

With Kel's help and planning she made her first tentative move into Sydney's bedroom. Though again the guilt she had experienced with that first move had stopped her from returning for almost a week as she agonised over the stealthy way she and Kel had set the boy up. Kel had lectured her for over an hour after she finally confessed that she was afraid that the attentions of his housekeeper had been somewhat forced up him.

She was delighted that when she had finally confronted him about what she had done and her sincere apologies had led to him taking her to bed to show him how much she was sorry. His care and attention to her needs had left her breathless and finally she felt that he totally accepted her as a woman with needs, not just a housekeeper who had satisfied her own fantasies with the help of his lovers. It was this confidence in herself that finally gave her the courage to ask Ian Creighton out on a date.

The night with Ian had been a wonderful success and even though she had awoken the next morning to an empty bed her heart beat crazily in her chest as she remembered the passion and joy from the previous evening. Kelsey did not know of her meetings with Ian and since the team's return from New Zealand Ian and her had more than made up for the time away from each other.

Now they were on the boat. Though she enjoyed meeting new people, Big Suzy was definitely a wonderful lady whom she might just enjoy some time with in her bed, she found that she was a little out of her depth. The undercurrent, no forget that she thought to herself, it's a full blown king tide, of lust that swept the boat from stem to some very delectable sterns, made her feel even lonelier. Her eyes crinkled with amusement at her little pun. She glanced around the table to find Kel and Thelma's eyes upon her and she smiled back at them.

Kel and Thelma indicated with their heads the small bar in the corner of the room and beckoned Ronnie to follow them. Shortly all three were ensconced in some comfortable lounge chairs that they arranged to form a cosy nook. Kel hugged the older woman giving her a quick kiss and sitting beside her in the two seater lounge held her hand as Thelma poured them each a wine and sat in the single seater opposite them.

Ronnie's eyes widened slightly as Thelma sat and deliberately spread her lean long legs revealing her shaven and obviously very wet pussy. "Tart," giggled Kel as she leaned forward slightly and gave her friend a light slap on the outside of her knee. "Close them or we will never get this plan started."

Thelma daintily crossed her legs and smiled. "You can feel it too Ronnie can't you?"

Ronnie didn't need to ask what and she shyly stated, "It feels like everyone on this boat wants to fuck their brains out."

"Exactly!" said Kel. "And the cause is those two at the top of the table that have been fucking each other with their eyes and every piece of food they stick in each other's mouth since they sat down." Their heads all swung to Sydney and Serenity who had eyes only for one another. They seemed to be glued together all the way from shoulder to toes as they sat side by side on the same wide chair.

"Not just them," said Ronnie. "Check out Paulie, Wendy, Lissa and Lucy!"

The women's eyes shifted to the other end of the table where Wendy sat in Lissa's lap and was deliberately dripping sauce onto her breast where Lissa's long tongue was capturing it off the nurse's heaving chest. The long tongue's caress was causing high pitched giggles of delight from her human dinner plate. Beside them her sister was receiving much the same treatment from Paul who had the tall amazon straddled across his lap.

Thelma's eyes glinted with mischief but she stopped from voicing her own wicked thoughts as she caught the look of envy and then sadness on the face of the kindly housekeeper across from her. "I say we go and find a few more friends for this trip before we leave town," she said instead and was rewarded with a flicker of hope that crossed the face of Ronnie.

"There is someone isn't there?" said Kel catching the same look, turned Ronnie's face to her and looked into her eyes. "IAN!" she squealed, giving the woman a fierce hug before she could reply, and felt Ronnie nod against her shoulder.

"Ok," said Thelma, "that settles it. Ladies let's go and get a few more party makers for this trip otherwise the cocks of those two," and she quickly nodded in the direction of the table, "are going to be as good as useless within a week.

"As good as Bonnie is with her strap-on I still like to have some gravy with my sausages!"

Ronnie's eyes bulged. Kel had told her that she was welcome to join the girls anytime but she had shied away only trusting her emotions to Kel, Sydney occasionally and more recently Ian. Now to find that one of her favourite fantasies was happening with the little firebrand that scooted around Sydney's house in little or no clothing most of the time, who was apparently quite proficient in the use of toys, made her heart race.

"Not tonight sweetie," whispered Kel in her ear, "play later, work now." She turned to find the woman smiling wickedly at her as if she had read her mind.

Ronnie blushed a deep scarlet then looked up. "So what are we going to do?"

"Well first I am going to make a couple of quick phone calls then we need to find someone who can handle one of those skiffs out there," replied Thelma.

Ronnie waved the second part of the answer away. "I can drive them with my eyes shut, George always liked to drink on his fishing trips so I was always the skipper!"

Thelma's smile was priceless as she flipped out her phone and moved away from the noisy breaking up of the party as cat calls and good wishes accompanied the oblivious Sydney and Serenity as they walked arm in arm out the door and down to the lower accommodation deck.

Chapter 5 - Old rewards finally given

Serenity was nervous, excited but very nervous. She had tried to calm her nerves with more wine but Bonnie had confiscated her glass after several drinks and had whispered in her ear, "You do not want to be drunk for this." The woman had then playfully nibbled her ear leaving her nipples even more painfully erect than they already were as she flounced off to join Anne-Marie and Big Suzy further down the table.

She looked up to the big woman sitting down the table and was encouraged by the wink she received. Her mouth involuntarily smiled as she retuned her attention to the warrior beside her. Sydney's eyes captured hers in a playful look and she couldn't help but let her smile grow wider and she found her nervousness abating somewhat.

Now they were walking slowly out of the room and she found herself just as nervous again as the fresh air from the sea played across her hair and set her short skirt swirling across the top of her thighs.

Sydney held her hand gently, not proprietarily, she felt that she could pull away from him and back out if she wanted. It was almost as if he was remembering their first attempt at this three millennium ago when she did break from his grasp and run like the hounds of hell were on her heels directly into the waiting clutches of Retsam Elam's minions. His minions had spirited her away through the temporary portal they had created and dumped her unceremoniously into a dank dark cell. There she had waited her fate and only through the mind link with Mollenny, her sister, did she find out that their warrior was on his way to rescue her and she planned to be able to fight with him and reward him, as she had so desperately wanted.

This evening it was different and as her heart beat threatened to drown out the sound of the waves lapping gently against the hull of the huge boat. She felt his arm encircle her waist as they stood on the balcony outside the room they had chosen. Turning to him slowly her eyes searched his face looking for some trace of doubt or something that would help her choose to flee or stay.

Seeing only love and softness in the man's face as his eyes searched hers. Gently he drew her into his arms and lowered his lips to hers. She murmured, "Enyalius," as she surrendered her lips to his and felt her body respond deliciously to his slowly moving hands and softly probing tongue.

Sydney broke the kiss. "Enyalius is gone my sweet Serenity, only Sydney remains."

Looking into his eyes seeing that it was true, she smiled and turned back towards the stateroom. With a small moan she said, "Then let Sydney make me his and repay Enyalius for his brave deeds."

With a small shimmer of her hips Serenity's skirt dropped to the floor and a shrug of her shoulders sent the already unbuttoned blouse beside it. Sydney's eyes drank in her delightful body; her grapefruit sized breasts topped with erect ruddy coloured nipples seemed almost too large for her petite frame. Her stomach was flat and her curves directed his gaze down to the briefest yellow panties he had ever seen that clung deliciously to the smoothly shaven lips of her vagina.

He lifted his eyes to her face and was amused to find her coyly watching his appraisal of her and allowing her look to drift down to the hardness that was obvious in his pants. He lifted his T-shirt above his head and whilst his view of her was temporarily blocked by the shirt he stifled gasps as he felt her hands reach for his shorts and ease them down over his hips. He discarded the T-shirt and was surprised to find Serenity kneeling at his feet, her eyes glued to his rampant cock. His breath caught in his throat as her delicate hands grasped it and gently begin sliding up and down its length.

Serenity marvelled at the firm yet spongy feel of his cock and was pleasantly surprised at his gasped reaction as she slowly milked a drop of pre-cum to the tip which she flicked her tongue towards and captured it into her mouth. Swirling the slightly viscous liquid around feeling its texture against her lips. As her hands worked down and upwards again this time letting her fingers rub through the resultant moisture and finding it aided her smooth movements over the head of his cock and back down his shaft.

Her eyes were wide as she continued to jerk the throbbing flesh in her hands and felt Sydney buckle slightly at his knees. She looked up in concern that she had erred to find his smiling face looking down at her. He told her, "If you keep that up I will cum all over you."

She shrugged and replied, "I think I would like that." She set her hands in motion again.

Sydney's hands were restless as he very much wanted to hold the goddess at his feet, working his cock over so delightfully. However he controlled his hands. Jo had taught him that some times the women in this time wanted to feel in control and so he contented himself with patting her soft curls and stroking her ears and the top of her neck. Asking if she was doing it right and his oh yes brought a very pleased smile to her face as she instinctively firmed her grip and moved her hands faster as his breathing deepened.

He was struggling to control his orgasm but as Serenity added her tongue and lips to her hands he gave a little indication of his impending explosion and as his balls tightened she leant back a little. The first spurt from his cock landed squarely on her lips and chin. Opening her mouth in a soft groan the next spurt entered her parted lips before she sat up a little straighter and caught the final spurts on her breasts. She rubbed his cock over her nipples and milked the remaining drops from him over them.

Serenity had cum in her panties when the first spurt hit her face and her groans were from her little orgasm and the wicked feeling of having her warrior mark her with his seed. The next spurt hitting her tongue was unexpected and she barely registered the taste in her mouth before deciding she wanted more of his cream on her heated breasts. She was a little surprised when Sydney's hands moved to hers and removed them from his manhood but was delighted when the big man drew her up and kissed her firmly on the mouth uncaring that his seed still covered her lips.

Her investigation of the sexual acts and mores of this time led her to believe that men didn't like the thought let alone the taste of their own semen. He laid her on the big bed and with gentle strokes of his tongue captured his seed from around her mouth and sliding his tongue along hers as they kissed shared the white cream with her.

Sydney's tongue did not stop its downward travel when he left her mouth until it rested against her inflamed vulva separated by only the barest layer of saturated cloth as she felt him draw in her smell and her taste with his nose and tongue. Squirming under his administrations she realised that somewhere in her wriggling and gyrating against his face that her panties had gone and the hot tongue now penetrated her deeply and occasionally flicked upwards to tease her sensitive clit.

She was pleased he did not spend too much time tormenting her. With a gentle tug on his hair with her hands that had instinctively found their way into his locks she guided him back to her button and silently begged him to finish her. Her hips buckled convulsively as his mouth fastened on to her clit, sucking it out of her hood and fluttering it lightly then more firmly with his rapidly moving tongue.

Her mind blanked as she came hard her throat muscles tensed as she grunted and groaned her feelings of joy. The pain of his cock splitting her hymen was non-existent as slowly yet forcefully his weapon invaded her rippling and saturated tunnel.

The lovers' eyes blazed with fire as Serenity felt her pussy accept the welcome invader. Her legs involuntarily tried to wrap around his strong back as she felt his heavy balls come to rest against her trembling buttocks as their heat penetrated deliciously to the rosebud between them. She rolled her pelvis slowly, letting her body feel all of his cock inside her. As she felt him withdraw slowly she let her hips recede from him and then reversed their movement as he slowly returned to her depths.

They continued like that for many minutes and the sensations across their joined genitals became almost unbearable as Serenity felt the need to feel him pushing forcefully into her. Sydney responded to her urgings and soon his balls slapped hard against her delectable rump as he forcefully screwed himself deep into her wet welcoming sex.

She screamed as he thrust and her vice like grip on his cock tightened even further as she came and came again as he tried to move within her. He stopped moving when he felt her collapse underneath him and softly he rolled them over until she was resting on his chest. Her convulsing pussy milking at his firmly embedded tool as she babbled nonsensically against his chest.