Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali

"To Victory!" came the reply from the nine as they returned the salute.

A seagull fluttered above the group and Sydney chuckled. "Farewell mother!" he called as the bird flew high into the sky.

Jebidiah smiled as the mother of the warlord of warlords reverted to the essence of the mists of time as she rose to the night sky.

"Come on you lot," called a deep happy voice.

Heads turned to the big dark man who stood grinning on the opposite end of the field. "Showers then drinks are on me!"

"Where have you been?" asked Sydney as he stood beside his friend.

"Checking the future," Robert answered with a smile.

"You, my friend," said Sydney with a grimace, "are beginning to sound like a fucking realm master!"

"Oh no my friend," Robert's smile grew, "that is your job!" The big man clapped the startled man on the back and ushered him towards the sound of laughter as the rest of Sydney's army showered in large bathrooms.

Act 4 – Drawing the line

Chapter 1 – Heads

Sydney was on edge, his shirt stuck to his back and he had rubbed his hands down his trousers at least 20 times since he had put them on. Kelsey and Thelma watched him like hawks as he paced in the players' room. "This is going to be a fucking disaster if he doesn't settle down," whispered Thelma urgently.

"He will be fine, watch," came the confident reply from her sister wife.

All of the rest of the wives, except Belinda and Xavier, sat in a happy group in the stands just in front of the room. Jo, Bonnie, and Alison were comfortably giggling with one another as they discussed the various players as they saw them walking onto the field or back into the dressing rooms. The three women were as close as any people could be to one another, not just physically, but emotionally as well. Battling on the soccer field had brought out a declaration of further love from them towards not only each other, but for their warrior leader as well.

In front of the women sat Marion and Freyr, the couple were very aware of the three vixens behind them who found many excuses to reach forward and touch them. Freyr was quite amused by their display and antics, his lovely, long lost wife beside him, was as well. The ancient realm master was finding that his thoughts now belonged in a world that he had oft times ignored. Much to the despair of himself and his son when Marion had killed herself. Poisoning her body to escape the constant attention of medical and scientific staff that had discovered the Angel's Blood in her system.

Sighing he wondered where their son, Ethan, was. He had seldom let the man from his sight and grasp since Sydney had brought him back to him from the clutches of Seth. Marion nudged his ribs and pointed to the object of his concerns. Ethan, handsome but showing his age in a way that he should not have had his father kept him closer than he had, was sitting comfortably talking with Ronnie Kelleher and Suzy O'Dowd. The two older women of Sydney's army had taken a shine to the older men in the group. Freyr smiled as he saw Ian Creighton join the trio briefly before walking down to the field. Freyr noted the soft smile on his son's lips as Ian touched his shoulder before he left.

"It appears my love," said Freyr turning to Marion, "that our son is beginning to find his feet in the company of this army. Enyalius is beginning to rub off on him."

Marion's soft laugh as she gave her husband's knee a squeeze was all the answer Freyr needed.

Belinda Douglas, tall, beautiful and extremely nervous watched the ground waiting for the signal. Seeing the umpires and match referee heading out the players gate she turned to George Rahnti. The big islander gave her a flash of white teeth as he leapt to his feet and fell in beside her as they walked down onto the grounds. Belinda paused as she watched Sydney Douglas and his newly promoted vice-captain, Dean Paulsen, move out on to the grounds ahead of them.

Her and George fell into step about 20 paces behind them. George partially blocked the view of Belinda as she walked behind him. The happy crowd around the ground cheered as the four made their way to the centre. "Heads," called Sydney nervously then stopped even looking at the coin as he took in the opposition captain standing there with a nervous smile on her lips.

"Belinda!" he cried.

"Yes baby, I am the captain of the Solomon Islands' one day team," she replied softly.

Sydney fainted.

George Rahnti could not help the bellow of laughter that came from him as he watched the big Australian on the ground. However, he still quickly knelt down beside man and gently slapped his face. "Hey man, you didn't think Willy was worshipping a woman he didn't know did you? That wife of yours is the meanest spin bowler in our team. Plus she is a damned fine captain. You got your work cut out to beat us with her in charge man!" he told the dazed skipper as he sat up.

"So how come she doesn't play test cricket?" was his first question as he looked at the big batsman holding him up.

"Cause the bastards don't let women play tests with the men yet, but one day cricket is a different governing body," Belinda answered his question.

Sydney got to his feet to hear the screaming laughter of the rest of the players around the field and the crowd. It appeared that everyone else knew but him. "So how did you keep this a secret!" he spat at Dean Paulsen who was still doubled over with laughter.

"We didn't," said Ian Creighton who had rushed over to his prone captain. "We just didn't use her name, same as we did when we lined you up to play against the Australians in Brisbane two years ago. You need to watch more vid casts Sydney!"

His wife leant against him. "I even turned it on the other night when it showed me training with the team," she said huskily.

"If I remember rightly I couldn't see anything except your wet box," he shot back at her.

"Whose fault was that?" she asked sweetly.

Sydney grinned at her. Umpire Simon Wentworth looked at the players on the side of the pitch. "So what are you doing Whirlwind? You did win the toss," he asked.

"We are going to bowl," he told the man. Turning back to his wife he held out his hand. "Good luck," he said as she shook it.

The crowd cheered excitedly as the respective captains indicated the action of the first session.

The game was played in fierce competition with much banter between Glen Shields and George Rahnti as they took control of the game in the opening ten overs. The nervous new Australian captain watched them play elegantly, though at times brutal smacks of their bats against the leather ball made him wince.

At the end of ten overs the pair had put on 80 runs and Sydney was suddenly looking at chasing somewhere around 400 under lights. That had not been the plan he and Ian had decided on. Looking around him he spied Lou Johnson ambling to his position at square leg. "Lou!" he called, "Warm up!" The lanky spinner grinned as he began to stretch his arms.

"Dean!" he yelled and beckoned the man over to him. Dean Paulsen, new to the role of vice-captaincy waited for his captain to speak further.

"We need to take the pace off the ball," Sydney said quietly. "George and Glen are just deflecting and meeting the pitched up ball with hard bats. Anything that comes off them goes like a bullet. Fancy a couple of overs after Mike?"

"Sure skip," grinned Dean. "Just short of a length and make them come to it."

Sydney nodded and turned to his keeper, Cliff Wilson, "Up over the stumps to Dean, Cliffie?" he asked.

Cliffie nodded.

Mike Brennan concentrated on line and length with the field restrictions removed after the power play but George still managed to take ten runs off the over.

As Lou Johnson handed his cap to Simon Wentworth, Sydney surveyed the field. He banished Gareth to deep mid wicket and Peter Bond a little deeper at gully. "Do you want a slip, Lou?" he asked.

"Yes skip, I am going to try and give it a rip in the first couple. They might jump and come off an edge," replied Lou. He grinned at his captain, "And of course they could end up in the Pacific Ocean as well with the way George hits them."

Sydney chuckled. "Well I figure that if Belinda is supposed to be the meanest spinner around there might just be something here for you. We will see how it goes." Lou nodded then turned to bowl a practice ball to Caveman at mid on as Sydney ran back to his position at slip.

Lou Johnson's off break landed about a metre outside off stump and jumped back at Glen Shields. The confounded batsman never even played a shot as the ball smacked into the bails. "You fucking beauty!" screeched Sydney as he ran down to congratulate the delighted bowler.

"Well fuck me, Whirlwind!" cried Lou, "I never seen a ball turn like that ever!"

"I have," said Peter Bond quietly. He turned to the man who was now his captain, "From your fucking wife!"

"Oops," said Sydney with a grin, "looks like we are in for a battle then. But remember she can only bowl ten overs. So let's see how much damage we can do with Lou."

"Billy is a left hander Sydney," said Peter. "Lou has to spin away from him."

"So where has this guy been?" asked Sydney.

"No good for test matches, Whirlwind," said Dean, "he thrashes. Billy Franks either hits a fast 100 or bugger all. No patience!"

Xavier Douglas groaned loudly as the soft fingers of Sandy Williams and Annie Dinnane rubbed over her breasts and silver hair. The large cock of Robert penetrated her deeply as she sat astride his muscular thighs. Annie giggled as the hot woman began to undulate her hips more rapidly as her orgasm approached. "Fuck Sandy, she is going to explode!" she whispered to the woman who was now feasting on the erect nipple of Xavier's left breast.

Sandy only momentarily let her mouth open to respond to her sister wife. "Good, she needs it!"

Shortly afterwards Xavier's hands clasped into fists as her pussy clamped down hard on the firmly seated cock inside her. She almost cried in frustration as she could not lift her hands to thank the two women who held her upright as they continued to tease and caress her. Robert's cock continued to shift up and down inside her triggering little ripples through her stomach and into her chest.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as the women eventually helped her begin moving again to allow her pussy maximum pleasure. "Sorry," she murmured as the pleasure overtook her again.

"Hush Xa," said Sandy softly. Her hands brushed the silver hair back from the ancient wrinkled face of Sydney's dying wife.

Dean Paulsen gulped nervously as he rubbed the ball on his trousers. George had just thrashed him back over his head for six from the slow over-pitched ball he had sent down. The big islander grinned at him as he waited. The ball almost stuck in Dean's fingers as he let it go and Cliffie waited for the batsman to thrash it again. Surprisingly George danced down the wicket to meet it but the ball bounced even shorter. The ball was in Cliffie's gloves and smashed into the stumps before George could turn his big frame around.

Robert could feel the muscles in Xavier's pussy contracting against him again and he strove to match her movements with his own. Sensing her about to grind down to achieve her orgasm he thrust hard into her and allowed his cream to fill the silver haired woman. Their mutual cries of pleasure bathed him in a profound love for the dying woman. His big hands held her as she squealed in delight and lay against his chest. The ancient eyes regarded him softly. He kissed her lips.

"We love you Xa," he said gently. The silver hair nodded as she gave him another kiss. The lips, once dry and almost withered pressed against him as full and soft as they had ever been. Robert cried as the soft features above him reflected the woman that he had first met over a year ago. Beside them Sandy and Annie also cried as Xavier's body softened and filled out into the beautiful doctor that everyone knew.

"We cannot continue to do this without him knowing, Xa," said Annie softly as the woman arose from Robert's chest and regarded them.

"We must," said Xavier quietly, "I will not have him spending every minute of his days fucking me just to allow me to live a little longer. Eventually the poison in my system will overcome the essence that Robert, Sam and Maru pour into me. The occasional spending from his body is comforting and lasts the longest, but even that will not last."

"How long?" asked Robert.

"A week now," Xavier laughed as she rolled from his body and allowed his cock to flop against his stomach as she disengaged. Sandy bent her head and sucked the softening tool into her mouth with a wicked laugh. "Two orgasms from your wonderful weapon will give me the energy to last for that long before I must seek to suck the life from someone else's willing partner."

"They are all willing to love you Xavier," said Annie as she gently stroked Xavier's face.

"It is a pity that only those of the ancient Ville des Coeurs are compatible," she sighed. "I am sure that Dean, Gareth and a few others would willingly provide my sustenance."

"As would half the men out there," sniggered Sandy as she finished her love chore with a teasing flick of her tongue against Robert's sensitive cock head. "Even I love to bury my head between your silken thighs and feast on your wonderful cream."

"Well ladies, I am yours should you wish," Xavier called softly as her long legs spread to allow Annie to feast her eyes on the silkily smooth lips and surrounds of Xavier's sex.

"Me first," called Robert as he rolled over on to a woman he found he was falling more in love with every time he lay with her to push back the death that Elam's insidious minions had afflicted the woman with. Annie and Sandy giggled as the large dark man's tongue flicked out to savour the taste of the now gently squirming doctor.

From his position in covers Sydney looked to the scoreboard again. Australia had come back hard in the match with the slow down in the pace of the ball. Already half the islander team was back in the sheds with just over 200 runs on the board. Unfortunately it was Lou's last over. He had already bowled Dean out and Peter D had proved a good combination with Jason Williams. He had no other off-pace bowler left, soon he would be forced to turn to the pace of Gareth, Caveman and Quicksilver.

Sydney was aware that the Solomon's batted well down the list in one day cricket. Even Aniki and Abraham had form. The only one he was not sure of was his wife. The bitch had never played much in the training sessions on the boat. He knew she could handle a bat alright as he had seen her in the nets that they had set up in the old exercise room. Giving his leg a thump with his fist he knew he should have paid more attention instead of watching her tasty arse and jiggling tits.

Tossing the ball to Lou for his last over Sydney looked around the field. Clarry van Spink was giving a good account of himself along with Billy Franks who seemed to have the luck of the gods with him as he punished the bowling. "Lou can you go around the wicket to Billy?" suggested Sydney.

"Might as well mate, anything else he just swings at," grumped Lou.

"Ok, go a little wider and I will give you two gulleys. See if we can't get him to thrash one to either me or Peter," said Sydney as he began to move off.

"No skip!" cried Lou. "Put Peter D in beside Bondy. Gully is a strange place and Peter D is good there. You stay here." Lou pointed to a spot about 5 metres adjacent to the non-strikers stumps. "Going to try something else if the first one doesn't work," he added with a smirk.

Sydney nodded and made the necessary adjustments. Simon Wentworth told Billy that the bowler was coming around the wicket. Billy Franks grinned as he acknowledged the change in tactics.

The ball flew from Billy Frank's bat straight at Peter D. The solid all-rounder screamed in delight as he tossed the ball high into the air. "Bugger," mumbled the dark batsman as he wandered off four short of his century.

The cheers that erupted from the crowd set the hair on Whirlwind's neck up. With an involuntary shiver he turned to the gates where the batsman came onto the field. The tall well built player that emerged set his mouth into a grin. "Not only does she look like she means business but I am getting an erection as well," mumbled Sydney to himself.

"Not the only one skip," grinned Dean beside him. Simon Hunter and Jason Williams also chuckled as the woman continued to walk onto the ground acknowledging the calls from the crowd. Belinda looked as sexy as hell in her green and yellow trousers and tight fitting blue top. The chest guard on her left side did nothing to take away the shape of her delightful breasts as she walked past the men.

"Are we going to play cricket or are you going to just check out my tits and arse like you always do," she quipped as she walked past Sydney. Her eyes held his for a moment and Sydney almost gasped at the hot look she gave him.

Pulling himself together he rapidly set the field before receiving an inquiring look from Lou. "Slip, skipper," the man said. Sydney ran to his position then called his players to clap the opposition captain.

Lou Johnson's first ball sailed into the waiting hands of a spectator who looked up as he heard the crack from the bat. Joyfully he received a kiss from the woman beside him as he tossed the white ball back to the waiting fieldsman. Belinda looked upwards as Lou Johnson disbelievingly took the ball back. He glared down the wicket and began his short run up again.

Four balls later Lou Johnson's bowling spell was over, Belinda Douglas was 26 not out. "Thank you baby!" the woman called as he disgustedly took his cap and banished himself to deep fine leg before his captain could catch up with him.

Sydney stopped Peter D from taking the next over, instead he called Gareth up to the crease. Waiting at the top of the big bowler's mark he watched his wife talking with Clarry in the middle of the pitch. "I want you to take their heads off, mate," he told Gareth as the big man flung his arms around in preparation. Sydney had given him no warning.

"Ok!" Gareth said as he accepted the ball.

Looking around Sydney found Caveman and indicated to the stocky bowler to warm up. Cavemen gave him a grin before he stretched down to touch his toes.

Sixteen overs to go and thanks to Belinda the Islanders had set another challenge. Even the 240 they had now was going to be a challenge under lights. Sydney new that Belinda had three spinners in her line up.

Clarry's curses at the sudden barrage of balls that whistled past his chest guard or threatened his throat had Sydney chuckling at first slip. The maiden over got the crowd humming. The hum became louder as he stood waiting for Cavemen to finish measuring out his run up and drop the marker on the painted CM on the ground. "Do not go easy on her Caveman!" he warned as he gave the ball over.

"No way, Skip, she's a fucking batsman!" came the reply.

Standing at first slip Sydney was conscious that every eye in the ground watched his fastest bowler run into the crease to deliver a ball that could hurt his own wife if she were not good enough. The thought almost made his stomach churn. The ball was short and aimed to come up directly into Belinda's throat. Her bat flashed as she stood tall and hooked hard and high. Sydney gave almost as deep a sigh as the crowd as it sailed into the stands.

Caveman scuffed the popping crease with his foot then stormed back to his mark. "Not only a fucking batsman," he muttered darkly, "but as bad as her fucking husband!"

His next delivery whistled past Belinda's nose as she swayed late to avoid the bouncer. Barry chuckled then abruptly turned and was back at his mark before the ball arrived. The next ball Belinda defended stoutly with a straight bat as the Caveman aimed for her toes. "That's it, keep dancing baby!" snarled Barry as he retrieved the ball as it rolled back along the pitch to him.