Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali

Marlena giggled as she found a seat and deliberately sat with her legs wide open. The wet sex fully on display for her beautiful golden haired lover. "Please, Marlena!" Alison begged.

"See this is what happens to me!" the woman growled in frustration. "I have tasted you and I can feel Enyalius' essence inside you. I want you more. Goodness help me if I find myself with all of you at any time. I could smell Kelsey, Pauline and Jo from kilometres away. All of them full of him and his damned presence. The girls in the art class, their pussies wet and open as they drew his naked form, all of them glowing with his vitality.

"One day he will find that he gives a little piece of himself to his lovers as he couples with them. And do not believe that it is only when he fills them with his flexible weapon. His kisses, even his touch, fills them. Gives them something that they cannot define, but the mere thought of him watching them, thinking about them will make them reach for their clits or their cocks to dream about him.

"My brother spreads his essence as easily as the wind blows pollen from the most beautiful of flowers." Marlena's voice was soft and dreamlike as she explained.

"As you do yourself Marlena," said Jennifer softly to the apparition that sat at the end of the bed and watched the large cock of Sydney embedded comfortably in Jennifer's quivering sex.

"I do not know what you mean, Jennifer," the apparition told her.

"Every man or woman that has lain with you or been a part of your loving remembers you. It is only the other wives, Bonnie included, that do not feel your spirit in them. Though I am not so certain that Bonnie has not felt it now with her sharing with Alison," explained Jennifer.

Bonnie grinned as Alison rocked her hips hard on the large artificial penis that squirmed and pulsed inside her widely stretched vagina. The golden haired girl had barely been able to suppress her cries of joy as Bonnie lovingly yet ruthlessly used her playmate.

"I can sense, through Alison, a joyfulness and lightness that surrounds you, Aunty Marlena," Bonnie said. "It is very much like the feeling I have from Sydney after he has filled me to the brim with his cum. Stronger in the first few days of the week as I go to school, but ebbing as the week ends. I used to dream of Friday nights when I could be refilled again. This is like that, but for Alison, it seems that it has lasted much longer."

"Perhaps that is because she was me for the time I used her to bring Sydney back from his despair," suggested Marlena. The woman had a puzzled look on her face as she contemplated this additional similarity to the man she considered her brother.

Alison was in no state to comment as her pants and groans finally succumbed to full throated nonsensical babbling as her pussy exploded in a flood of fluids as Bonnie forced her down hard upon the fake cock that filled her.

"Ah my Bubby one," crooned Marlena, "to taste your sex now would be divine."

"I shall do it for you," giggled Jennifer as she leaned over the panting woman and dipped her tongue into the fluids covering Alison's thighs. Marlena noted that she did not lean too far in case Sydney's tool should slip from her own very wet confines.

Closing her eyes to the sights she continued.

At Alison's urging she stood and wrapped her skirt around her waist before she sat again. "Better?" she asked.

Alison grinned as she nodded. "What will you do Marlena? You cannot remain like this, you will end up simply turning up where ever he goes. You need somewhere that you can be comfortable, yet not confined to a limited space. In time you and the warrior must meet and deliver to each other the needs that both of you have for each other," Alison said quietly.

"If I could become Myra again, I would gladly take that role," Marlena said dreamily. "But there is no place that I know of that would be similar to the ancient cities."

"Does being an Artificial Intelligence appeal to you, Marlena?" asked Alison doubtfully.

"Not an AI, Bubby, a protector, a nourisher of thousands, perhaps millions of souls. To run free through the spaces in the electronic world. To become a weapon, a tool, anything that is wanted. It filled my heart and soul with joy when I became the twelve protectorates of the ancient world!

"Not only that Alison, I could see him. Touch him and his wives without them knowing. Though they were not his wives then, the old laws forbade it. But they lived together, he and the nine. Then the blackness came and Retsam Elam took away their dreams!" Marlena's voice dripped with hatred.

"Is that why you destroyed yourself when he killed Enyalius?"

"No!" cried Marlena, "I killed myself to take away the spoils of war from Elam and his minions. The world could have survived without the warrior for a time. But the snake lords raped the women and children. Some of them raped men as well. Everything of beauty was torn down and the base minerals melted to make weapons and other implements of destruction. The precious gems ripped from corpses and buildings alike, with no care to their beauty.

"I could not stand the destruction. So I ignited the power grids, triggered the fail-safes that I had built into the city hearts. I had no choice, Bubby, I had to stop them," Marlena was sobbing as she spoke.

"There is one place that might be suitable, Marlena," suggested Alison softly as she hugged her aunt.

"Where?" the woman asked fiercely. Her eyes shone with hope and Alison almost regretted her words.

"I am not sure how suitable it is Marlena. We would have to go and see it. It is the underground city that Thelma, Sydney and others have begun to rebuild to make a home for the women of Project BF and the mutants that are beginning to come home. It is called Cellarium."

Jennifer ground down hard on Sydney's pelvis, her gentle rocking as Marlena spoke abandoned as she gave in to the passion of the feelings that Marlena evoked inside her at her death. Importantly her lover beneath her strove against her as he felt the intenseness of hope that came from his sister at Alison's suggestion of using Cellarium. Both of them cried out in joy as they orgasmed together.

Through half closed eyes Sydney watched the spectral image of his sister rapidly plunging her fingers into her own sex. He moaned as he recalled how the physical woman he held so long ago would do that above his waiting tongue. Filling his mouth with the fruits of her labours as she finally allowed herself to cum and rapidly removed her fingers to allow her copious fluids to flow.

"The fountain in the park, tastes like her Sydney," said Alison softly as she too watched from her position beside her father. "I know because that is how I was able to connect with her when she became the city."

A screech above them turned their eyes back upwards to watch Marlena's body convulse in orgasm. "So that is how you found out that I took your advice, Alison," panted Marlena.

"Well when you took me back to school and said that you would go and see I thought it must have been suitable. Even though I did not hear a word from you for almost eighteen months. Emails do not count Aunty!" the girl said. Bonnie laughed at Alison's face as she spoke to the figure above her. Her golden haired sister did not appear to be too happy at having her fantasy only fulfilled once.

"Is that why you were so happy to have me between your legs so much, little slut?" asked Bonnie. "You were missing your Aunt?" Bonnie's tone was teasing and Sydney chuckled as the three physical and one spectral woman in the room laughed together.

"So how did you get into the system Marlena?" asked Sydney.

"Alfred," came the fast reply. "When you were trying to chat up Penny for some cyber sex on the monitor she was playing with. I piggy backed on his communications program.

"Penny does have a very nice arse!" Marlena finished with a grin.

"Poor Penny thought she was going mad when that monitor began to talk to her," laughed Sydney. "She thought it was one of the gifted playing with her."

"No it was me," replied his sister. "I could smell you on her Sydney. She never bedded another person after you. The woman could have had her pick of dozens but she held herself in check dreaming of the day or night you would come back. You think Jo, Jennifer and Serenity are your most obedient women. You could ask Penny to do anything for you and she would."

"That's true Syddy," said Alison dreamily. "All of us would, but Penny more than anyone else. Even now I can sense her watching you."

"Show yourself Penny," called Sydney softly.

The tall blonde materialised at the foot of the bed. Her naked body was aglow with health, the cheeky smile on her face told Sydney that Penny had discovered things about herself in the last few days that even he was not previously aware of. With a shrewd glance at Alison, he realised that Penny was not the only one.

"I suppose you think you are pretty clever, my love," said Sydney with a broad grin.

"No, my lord, I just worry about you," came Penny's softly spoken answer.

"See Enyalius, only Esmeralda calls you lord. It rolls off Penny's talented tongue naturally," said Marlena.

Jennifer pulled the naked warrior woman to her and clasped her firmly in her arms as Sydney made room in the bed for her. "You are here now little snake charmer," giggled Jennifer. "You might as well listen to the rest of the story."

Marlena gave the women on the bed with her lover a slightly envious look before she continued.

When Penny passed out as Sydney tried to contact her Marlena scrambled from the bit stream coding that Alfred had penetrated the firewalls with and set about exploring. For many weeks she simply looked around.

"How do you traverse from corporeal to electronic, Marlena?" asked Bonnie confused. She had seen Alfred come out of the machine but that was with Jennifer's help. Also she knew that Alfred had been created by agents of Jebidiah's in the realms so there was a little bit of sentient life in the cyber man.

The woman now appearing to sit on the bed beside them all gave a small, shy smile. "How did Sydney go into Alfred's cyber palace?" she countered.

Sydney shook his head. "It was a transposition of atomic particles. In other words I let my body break down into its most basic materials and then merge with the computer. Alfred had his cyber palace with him all the time. It really is just a programming construct. I just melded with it and gave him my image to his sensors. The reality is I could only hold there for a few seconds." he replied.

Marlena howled with laughter. "You fibber Sydney!" she exclaimed. "You made all of that up!"

Penny looked up from the man's chest and into his face. "What science fiction did you read that in?" she asked. "You don't merge with programming constructs. You become one." Her fingers traced a path downwards over his stomach. "A very well written one," she whispered to herself.

"You don't know do you Sydney?" Alison said with a small giggle.

"Well Alfred tried to explain it to me like that, I thought it was the most likely thing that could be done," the man confessed.

"Well I didn't do it that way. My consciousness can become a stream that I can feed into the appropriate vessel. Computers, crystals or, " she paused to regard Alison quietly, "another mind if they are open and receptive.

"Let's just say it was magic," she finished brightly.

"Marlena, when you touch the mind of the machine, what do you feel?" asked Penny softly.

"The machine does not have a mind, Penny," said Marlena just as softly. Penny was very interested in what the woman beside her was telling her. The computer technician had a very curious mind. Marlena found it fascinating. "It is for all intents and purposes a portal. Depending on what it is connected to it can be deaf and blind. The machine Alfred and Sydney were trying to chat you up on was connected to everything. I could see the whole city, or at least as much as was active.

"From there it was a simple matter of transferring the rest of me to different parts of the city. I now am it entirely. Its water, power, internet, communications, light."

"This transfer, does it happen all at once? Where is your storage point?" prodded Penny.

"I store myself in the realms until I can find the correct connection streams. Sometimes I have to make sure that I put monitor programs and automatic tasks in place to get all of the chunk to be received and assimilated. I still have a couple of million gig to go before I am finished."

"What about your body, aunty?" asked Alison.

The woman lifted from the bed and began to drift to the ceiling. "My body becomes other things. You my dear," she gave Alison a humorous look, "have bathed in my beautiful pussy and womb when you swum in the fountain. Other things around the city will give you a clue as to where other parts of me are."

Quietly Sydney watched his sister drift closer to the ceiling. Beside him Alison, Jennifer, Penny and Bonnie were becoming heavy eyed as the strenuous nature of the day both physically and mentally sunk into their bones. "Goodbye for now, my brother, my lover, my life," came the whisper above him. Marlena faded to nothing.

"Soon my love," Sydney mentally set after her.

The Majestic and the Lucy drifted quietly across the sky before finding their moorings once again on the clear calm waters off Christaville. Sydney smiled as he felt the gentle rock of the water. His own eyes closed slowly then he felt nothing more.

Chapter 7 – Warrior Games

There was only one over to go in the final day's play and the Islander's needed two runs to win the match and tie the series. Australia needed three wickets. Glen Shields was at the wrong end as far as his captain and coach were concerned. Big George was chewing his nails again and Kelsey slapped his hand, again, as she told the big man to stop it. He grinned at her and dropped a hand to her knee to squeeze it playfully before turning his attention back to the match.

Gareth Peterson was still talking to Whirlwind causing Willy to remark to his captain, "Fucking Whirlwind has something up his sleeve, Georgie. This fucking game is not over yet!"

His words proved prophetic as Sydney took up an unusual position at a very deep first slip. The big fielder was almost two thirds of the way to the boundary as Gareth steamed into bowl. The young batsman. Les Collins, swung hard at the rising delivery outside off stump and couldn't believe that it flew off the edge. He stood watching with his hands raised for victory as he was sure the ball would run to the boundary. Sydney's hands plucked it from the sky and the crowd around him screamed as he safely held the catch. The batsmen had not even crossed.

"Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" screamed George as he belted his hands on the seat in front of him.

"That's what you said last night, just about where Sydney took the catch," grinned the little she-devil beside him as she cheekily winked at the man as she clapped her husband for his clever positioning.

The players around Kelsey howled with laughter as big George dropped his head and inexplicably could not stop chuckling. "You are a bitch, Kelsey!" he said.

"A bitch in heat last night, Georgie," she crooned back at him as she fluttered her lashes at him.

Bonnie, Penny and Serenity high-fived and said almost as one, "Got you there baby!"

"Who said this all sitting together on the last day was going to be a good thing!" cried Willy Jackson as he turned to Ian Creighton with a disbelieving look.

"I believe it was you, Willy," replied Ian calmly. His eyes danced with merriment as they regarded each other.

"Well if Gareth takes another wicket now you all better cover your ears," the islander coach grinned back at him.

All eyes returned to the field as Aniki Trewalli asked for centre as Sydney, Gareth and Peter Bond met in a group at the top of the bowler's run up.

"Sydney, where do you want me to bowl this?" asked Gareth. The big bowler was almost spent mentally. Last night and now today had taken a big toll on him. Physically he was fine, just he couldn't seem to find a way to think past the delights of last night. The wonders he had seen and experienced had kept him pumped up all day but if it wasn't for Peter, Caveman and Sydney telling him what to bowl he would have been hopeless.

"Just outside off, matey." said Peter. "See if we can't panic a run or another snick!" Gareth nodded and looked down the pitch for the mark he wanted to hit.

Sydney raced back to first slip as Peter took his place at gully. Gareth began to move.

In the players' room the combined group held their breath as the ball whistled past the edge of Aniki's bat and the stumps and landed without further incident in Cliff Wilson's gloves. "Thank you Bel!" yelled Willy.

The next ball slammed into Aniki's off stump and Willy Jackson caused the room to go into stitches as he threw paper cups, shirts and strangely a bright yellow pair of bikini briefs into the air. Hurriedly the man raced after the small piece of cloth and clutched it to his chest, whatever cursing he was going to do cut off by his frantic need to retrieve the gift he had received from his goddess last night.

Abraham Jefferson trudged out to the pitch. He knew that if he got out his coach, his teammates and quite likely the rest of the world was not going to let him ever forget it. Stoically he asked for centre from Harry and looking around the field saw just about every fielder within a three metre radius of him. Sydney grinned at him from first slip, he was probably the furtherest away of all of them apart from Gareth who was up the top of his mark again. "Come on Abe, you can do it!" the big man called.

"What?" asked Abe as he turned to the grinning man behind him.

"Concentrate!" ordered the warrior. Abe turned to watch Gareth.

Kelsey found herself clutching George's hand tightly as well as Alison's on her other side. George had Willy's hand in his grip as Gareth pounded into the wicket. The ball miraculously came off the middle of Abraham Jefferson's bat as the rangy batsman closed his eyes and prayed. It sped past Gareth in his follow through. Dean Paulsen dived but the ball slipped away from his grip as Abe and Glen scurried through for a single that tied the match.

Two balls, one run or one wicket. Many in the crowd couldn't watch and buried their faces in their hands or into the shoulder of the person beside them. It was much the same story in the player's viewing room with its crowd of people sitting tensely inside. On the pitch Glen Shields walked down the wicket and prodded his bat on the few rough marks he saw. Glen was 299 not out and he would be the first man to ever achieve triple centuries in both innings of a test match and not out in either innings. It was the furtherest thing from his mind. All he wanted was to find a way to get a single from one of the remaining balls in this last over.

Gareth and Sydney talked for a long time before Sydney came back to his spot at first slip. Every fielder was on their toes, even Cliff had moved a little closer to the stumps to prevent the chance of a bye. Gareth began to move in.

The ball screamed through at around chest high to Glen and he couldn't get his tired arms up to bring his bat into play. He let the bouncer go through to the keeper. Fuck it! he cried in his mind as at the same time Willy screamed it out in the room in the grandstand.

The last ball of the test series. Gareth found himself trembling at the top of his run as Sydney tried to calm him down. "Just put it in the same place as the ball that bowled Ani," said his vice captain's calm voice. "Gareth!" he yelled at the bowler.

Gareth looked up to his friend. "No-one is going to blame you if Glen wins this for them. Hell they deserve to win! Shieldsy has been the standout for the whole game. A single now, considering the way he has batted will not be the worst thing that happens. Remember mate it is just a game!" Sydney gripped the man's arms as he spoke. Gareth nodded and took a deep breath.