Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali

"And there are many more to come to us," said Jennifer proudly as she displayed the fierce features of the Australian, New Zealand and Solomon Island teams in the air above them.

Lucy stood beside her husband. Twin girls sat in her arms, the small children regarding the group with wide green eyes. "Syddy not sad now?" said the curly red haired one as she stretched her arms towards the big man.

"No Syddy happy now, Jenny," Sydney said as he wrapped the little one up in his arms as the group around him laughed gaily.

Chapter 11 - Battles of white and red

Alfred and Shika regarded the empty room in some dismay. "What happened?" Alfred asked Wendy.

"They took him Alfred. They were all here, even Bel. They glowed, he glowed and flash of bright green, just like on the boat and all gone," Wendy shrugged. Then she giggled. "I don't think they like modern technology playing with their man, Alfred."

"No they don't," the soft deep male voice spoke from behind them and all eyes turned towards the source. Sydney stood between the two diminutive goddesses, their eyes blazing in defiance, a deadly promise that should any of the people in the room touch him again there would be swift retribution.

"Thank you all for getting rid of the machines within me, but they have served their purpose and outlived their usefulness, Alfred. I no longer need them, as you knew I never needed them after Hyak Anali. I will leave the monitor ones alive for the moment, perhaps you can learn to love by watching me again, one day." Sydney's voice held a hint of regret as the man that he once considered a friend was no longer held in such esteem. Alfred had tried to use him for his own egotistical purposes and that did not sit well with him.

"Alfred I do not think you belong here at this time. You need to grow and experience life the way a man should. I am sorry that we did not see that but in time I hope you forgive me," said Jennifer softly. Her circlet flashed and Alfred was no more.

"What have you done with him Jennifer!" cried Wendy. Her hands dropped to her sides, her lips trembled, as the man was her love, she had already imagined a future with him and Paul. Her heart had hoped that she could convert Alfred, change him into another warrior in the battle to come. She also guessed that the man between the two women was also going to be part of her life, she could not imagine it otherwise.

"He will return to you one day Wendy. You will not remember him until then. I have sent him to the realms where the fates will allow him to be reborn, properly, as a man not something in between. Alfred was part of the realms, a Niven programmed him and that was why he was such a human like entity. Now he will truly become human," said Jennifer gently hugging the sobbing nurse to her shoulder.

"What about Max?" asked Shika, wondering if the same thing would happen with the green faced man who watched the activity below him impassively.

"Max is a computer program. Very large and very complex but he does not have the elements from the realms that Alfred did. He will never aspire to be anything but a very good supporting piece of software," said Sydney quietly. He waved to the green face that smiled back and then disappeared from the screen to sit in its cyber world waiting to be asked to do something.

Serenity and Jennifer surrounded Wendy and with a soft sound transported her from the room and back to the Majestic, where Paul waited for her in their bed. His loving, along with the two goddesses and Thelma repaired her heart and mind, as the experience of Alfred was cleansed. She would remember him as the computer program and his appearance as a man, but she would not remember her love for him or the way that he had used her to try to turn Sydney into a cyborg for Alfred's own purposes.

Shika and Margie regarded the man who was left, standing in the sterile room and wondered what he had in store for them. "I think ladies that there is a particularly soft mat in someone's bedroom that needs to be tested out to see if it is as soft as I remember it," he said huskily and the two women almost bowled him over in rushing him out the door, holding a hand from either side.

Margie's soft sigh as she lay back on the huge rug, the soft surface caressing her naked back was a heartfelt release of tension. The events of the past week had played on her nerves rather badly and she knew that Shika was wound up as well. The quite squeak that emanated from her mouth as the muscular man eased his weapon into her dripping sheath was the first happy sound she had heard from her in the past three days. Raising herself up on one elbow she watched her lover's face as the man firmly but considerately fucked the gasping bio-tech senseless.

Sydney left the two women, covered in a soft blanket, sleeping on Shika's bed. He knew that neither had slept much in the last three days, their minds in constant worry over his health, he kissed them before he left. He hoped that their wet and quite likely, tender, pussies would be a reminder to them in the morning when they awoke that he was back to his happy, healthy and fit self.

Dropping down in the elevator to the workshop area, he called Richard Mornington to him and the little chief engineer gave him a happy grin as he rushed over to greet his smiling boss. "How goes the planning for the modifications to the Majestic, Richard?" he asked after giving the man a brief hug.

"Great, Sydney, I have even included a few other ideas if you have a few minutes."

"All the time in the world, Richard, all the time in the world."

Hours later he finalised arrangements with Richard and his team. His joyous response to the team's ideas and even taking on some other ideas that were suggested on the fly saw that he had gotten the team into even a better mood. When he had asked them how long they had been sitting around doing nothing he was not surprised to find that with the deterioration of Stanton's health that very little had been done for quite some time.

He threw them a few more bones and soon had them looking at blue prints of the rides and the town plan of the underground city of Cellarium. Leaving them with instructions that he wanted a project to bring it to the same standard as Camelot he finally left the men and women awestruck as they suddenly realised that they would be busy for quite a number of years.

A red skinned couple asked to speak to him privately as he rose from the table and he nodded to a nearby quiet area where some chairs and a small table sat.

"What can I help you with Rodney and Adele?" he asked as the couple looked towards him with hopeful, but nervous expressions.

"Mr Douglas," began Rodney and he smiled as Sydney interrupted telling him that only his unlamented father was called that. He preferred Sydney, Syd, Whirlwind, hell they could even call him an idiot but not mister.

Adele, her eyes shining with mirth nudged her husband. "See, I told you that Thelma was right, no ceremonies with this man, straight down the line, no tricks, no flowers!"

"Sydney," smiled the man as he clasped his wife's hand, "we would like to go back to Townsville. Our family is there. A lot of our families are there. I can," looking at his wife as she clasped his hand firmly. "We can," he amended, "begin setting up the workshops to get the rides started. There are lots of things we can do there and Thelma tells us that we have grandchildren and we would like to see them."

"Your last name wouldn't happen to be Branson would it?" asked Sydney softly.

Adele was startled and her husband's small nod confirmed that it was. "Then I have someone who you need to talk to," he said. Reaching out his hand Sydney transported them to the upper deck of the Majestic. He broadcast his request for everyone to meet him on the top deck.

Martha Ranatui was almost being carried by Lex Michaels and Greg Collins up the stairs to the deck. They had been making the little Tongan a plaything between them for the past hour and she was a little shaky on her legs. Sydney saw the twinkle in her eyes and knew that she had totally reconciled Lucy's death and was getting back on with her life in the best and fullest way she knew how.

Motioning the two visitors he had brought aboard to hide behind the bar he suggested that Lex and Greg take that little piece of sweetmeat over to the bar for some energy drinks. Greg Collins almost dropped Martha as his best friend and his wife casually asked them what they would like to drink. Martha's screech as she leapt the bar and wrapped her tiny frame around the astonished Rodney Branson would stay in the memories of everyone who witnessed it for many years.

Kelsey, Thelma and Penny surrounded the big man who had quietly retreated from the reunion. His eyes, like many others around him suddenly watering as the two couples kissed, cried and laughed as they tried to catch up on a million things at once. "You are back," Penny said softly.

"Doing what he does best," said Kelsey.

"Putting the balls in the right places to clean up the table," finished Thelma.

Chapter 12 - Completing the circle

The result of the second test did not occur as it had in Sydney's dream. Carefully he consulted his teammates, watching the scoreboard and planned his attack on the Island team's bowling to ensure that the Australians achieved their first test success in almost ten years.

Walking off with his captain, Peter Bond, George Rahnti and Aniki Trewalli he raised his bat to the chanting crowd. His not out score of 201 had got the team home by two wickets in the final hour of the last day.

It had been a hard fought match and he had revelled in keeping his mind alert and active. Examining the fields, talking with Peter, Gareth and Barry as they set fields, tempting the batsmen into mistakes and ensuring that they did not get easy runs.

When Sydney had walked to the centre with Simon Hunter late on day four Australia needed four hundred runs to win or to bat for the whole of the fifth day to ensure a draw. By lunch on the last day Simon and Jason had been returned to the pavilion, their stubbornness and aggression being neutralised by the spin of Brendan Stewart who looked like having a field day on the deteriorating wicket.

Peter Bond proved a good foil for Sydney and as he chased the runs Peter carefully nudged and deflected, remaining solid as his young champion began to get on top. With Peter tiring Sydney increased his attack on the boundaries and he was still hopeful of a victory when Peter played a tired shot outside off stump and dragged the ball back into them off a slower ball from Ani.

When Dean Paulsen, Murray King and Lou Johnson had come and gone with Australia still needing 80 runs in the last hour or so Sydney began to farm the strike.

Barry Crawford had never been privileged to bat with Sydney before and his old boast about being able to stitch the young fella up was never more disproved as he found himself set on high alert as Sydney placed the ball for singles and threes to ensure that he needn't face too much of the attack.

The planning that went through the young man's mind astounded him and Sydney always kept him informed of what he was doing, exactly what he was doing. Barry could not believe that he could rattle off the fact that he would hit fours, twos, sixes in an over and then tell him to be ready to run on the last ball.

Freakishly Sydney danced, swayed and moved like a young man who had so much energy in his system that he could power a city block for days. Barry just enjoyed the ride.

He simply stood in awe as on 195 Sydney came down the wicket and told him that the next ball was going into the grandstand. "Then we win!" the big man had told him.

Caveman told the media conference after that he didn't think Whirlwind knew that he was so close to a double century he was simply seeing what score he needed to hit to get the team home. Asked by a reported why he simply stood at the non-striker's end with apparently no intention of running he grinned and told them Sydney said it was going into the grandstand.

In fact the ball was caught by a woman on the second tier who shyly held it out to the big man after the players had returned for presentations and told him that she wanted him to keep it as a souvenir. Smiling he took the ball signed and dated it and gave it back to the woman saying, "Auction it off for your community fund raiser."

The woman was flabbergasted and Sydney had a local reporter take a photograph of him and the woman with the ball to publish in the net papers to advertise the fund raiser as well. It was too much for the woman and she broke down in tears. Sydney hugged her gently and told her that he would come along as well, which just caused her to sob more.

The morning net papers were covered in the photographs and millions of hearts throughout the nation were captured and held by the gentle black haired giant and his lovely nature. The shock loss of the test team was relegated to page 5.

The next morning Sydney was on the beach at Dovanare surrounded by laughing children and adults as he, Peter, Tim and Murray entertained an endless stream of youngsters with bat, ball, throwing and catching. He gave lessons in batting and fielding until he noticed a brown eyed girl watching him as he instructed a young man in driving on the front foot.

The young woman was intensely watching him and he noted her firm high breasts and sexily curved buttocks. "Teach me to play, mister?" she asked.

She led him to the water and out to a platform that floated out in the warm sea, well past the breakers. As she slid down his stiff shaft in the shade of a canvas shelter, she transformed into the wickedly grinning Belinda, her golden strands of hair glinting on her head and through the dark curls of her clutching sex. The circlet on her head with its golden stone of amber diamond glowed fiercely as Sydney drove upwards against her making her orgasm intensely on his thrusting cock.

He transported her to his motel bed and gasping in happiness he filled her to overflowing with his seed ignoring the happy sounds of Kelsey and Bonnie as they coupled beside them. Bonnie impaling her aunt with her favourite strap on toy.

The purple glow that briefly touched Bel's stomach did not surprise her as the little goddess ensured that Sydney's sperm did not impregnate the fertile woman, again. "No more Stantons just yet," giggled Jennifer in her mind. Bel simply shrugged and set about making the man above her make up for the month that he had made her wait to have her excited pussy filled with him.

Bonnie and Kelsey attacked the woman's breasts, throat, stomach and, when Sydney finally withdrew, her heated sex savouring their combined flavours in delightfully sensuous attacks of mouths, tongues and fingers. Bel even allowed Sydney a little play time with his lover, Kelsey, as her niece introduced the woman to the delights of a never softening cock that vibrated, twisted and even spurted inside her holes.

Lima, Ani and James officiated at the wedding that was held on the beach at the resort the Australian team stayed at near Christaville a week later. It seemed that the entire island's population stretched out along the beach and in boats and skiffs along the water.

Cameras, screens, loud speakers and security were everywhere. When the nine limousines floated into the cleared area, one by one dropping off the blushing bride and her attendant, the jubilant crowd cheered and clapped.

Kelsey arrived first. Her deep red dress clung to her curves and attending her was Keith Richardson. He stood quietly behind the woman as she stood on the raised platform that sat several metres above the beach.

Soon she was accompanied by Bonnie and Paul, in matching dark blues. Bonnie's shining eyes and playful smile capturing the hearts of many in the crowd as her beautiful face was shown on screens all along the beach. Her eyes stared out at them and, it seemed, promised them the most intense delights if they could capture her freely and take her to their beds.

Thelma stood proudly in her light green dress, its transparency leaving little to the imagination, with her ex-personal secretary, Sally, now wife of Bacchus.

Sally did not live in the realms with the Realm Master of Wine and Song, but rather in a luxurious home on the western fringe of Townsville. Thelma had grinned when she heard. Her old home had been vacant for almost the last twelve years and she allowed her secretary to do with it as she wanted. Buying it had been her first thought when Bacchus asked her to wed him.

Serenity and Jennifer stood with a tall handsome man who set many of the female hearts throbbing with his soft good looks and impressive suit of blue. The two petite women were stunning in matching dresses of purple and white. An even distribution of the colours across their softly defined breasts and flowing down across their hips to trail just above their ankles. A woman of amazonian proportions stood with them her hands rested slightly on Serenity's shoulder and her green eyes sparkled at something the little bride said to her.

The silver gown that covered Xavier hung from her firm full breasts, opening across her stomach where a shining stud almost glowed from her belly-button. The elegantly dressed man in dark grey who stood beside her was easily recognisable as her brother, the grey eyes and platinum silver hair matched the woman exactly.

The golden dress of Belinda, slashed across her chest, almost revealing the nipples of her high firm breasts, accentuated her coconut coloured skin. The combination of the displayed flesh and the soft gold folds of the material almost giving her the predatory look of a tiger with her golden eyes glowing as she stood with Rahul in his military dress blues.

Gasps came from the crowd at the tight fitting pink leather that Josephine Jepson wore. The material encased her magnificent body from neck to mid-thigh, the outfit complemented by a pair of highly polished black leather thigh-high boots and a matching collar gave the woman the look of a very talented and very gorgeous whore who had lucked out with the right man.

Many of the women around the bay found themselves imagined in a similar outfit by both their male and female partners. An entrepreneurial business woman, the original creator of the dress, made over a million dollars in sales of copies of the outfit in the first month after the wedding.

Jo was accompanied by Anne-Marie who was dazzling and glowing, the look of a new bride herself and many around them assured their friends that she was exactly that.

Lastly the bright blue tones of the softly clad Penny Rogers arrived. Her hair coiffured into ringlets that crowned her head along with the tiny blue blossoms that had been intricately woven into her headdress. The soft blue of her dress, sitting off her shoulders and plunging down between her full heavy breasts. Her belly-button too adorned with a shining blue sapphire stud. The long skirt split almost to mid-thigh on legs that appeared to be longer than they were, her feet encased in the high heeled shoes she wore that matched the sapphires in her ears and around her neck.

Penny emerged alone and proud from the vehicle. She had decided that the only companion that she needed was the man who would be appearing shortly to make her his wife, formally. She was on the verge of tears as the other brides gathered around her their hands clasping hers as the nine women stood and waited.

A hush fell over the crowd as they captured the scene on the beach, taking their own recordings or mesmerised by the scenes being shown on the big screens above and around them. The footage showed the elegant engagement rings each containing a crystal that almost perfectly matched the women's dresses. They marvelled at the way the beauty of the women radiated out, their friendly kisses and touches as they waited patiently for the one man who would unite them all.