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The Seventh Realm: Volume One

By Mantrid Brizon

Chapter 09: Torrent

Cy spins around, facing Zakera who stands a distance behind them. She breathes heavily, as though she had been sprinting, and the fur on her body is dark and matted from sweat on her sides, belly and shoulders.

“Zakera?!” Cy exclaims in surprise.

“Yes.” She nods.

Cy drops the buckets, the contents spilling out as they roll away. Johnny scrambles to set down his own and catch the others. She looks quite surprised as he dashes toward her. He stops just before her, reaching out and resting his hands on her upper arms. His thumbs gently stroke her damp fur. He quickly leans in, placing his head over her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her into a hug. She doesn’t immediately hug him back, purely out of shock that he would be so pleased to see her. When she doesn’t return the hug, however, he worries that he has somehow overstepped his boundaries. He backs away, glancing down at her.

“I’m sorry! I hope I didn’t… I just…” He stammers.

“You did nothing wrong.” She assures him.

She glances down, scanning his body. Her damp fur has soaked through his orange shirt, darkening it in several places.

“Oh, I apologize! I did not mean for that to happen. It is just so hot out today!” She says, embarrassed.

Looking down at his shirt, he silently chuckles. He takes a step closer, his chest only centimeters away. Wrapping his arms around her once more, he holds her tightly. This time Zakera returns the hug, her hands resting near his shoulder blades as she pulls at him. Her heart beats faster as she feels their bodies pressed together.

“I don’t care about that.” He says, giving her a squeeze. “It’s just so good to see you again.”

“It is good to see you too.” She smiles wide, bearing her sharp canines.

Her tail sways gently from side to side. Cy turns his head, his thin, straight nose brushing her neck. His breath tickles her neck, making her fingers coil. Her tail swings over and wraps around his waist, hooking the small of his back.

“Ahem…” Johnny clears his throat. “Maybe we should get back to the fort now?”

Reluctantly ending their hug, Zakera’s tail lowers and the pair pull away from one another. Turning back to Johnny, Cy’s hands rest on Zakera’s sides as he gives him a subtle head nod. They turn down the road and walk toward the fortress, Zakera and Cy walking side by side. With one hand he carries both empty buckets, while the other holds Zakera’s, leading her to the fortress. Entering the courtyard, her eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open at the sight of the massive structure. She has never seen such a place before. Cy turns to her, grinning at the bewilderment on her face. He rests a hand on the shoulder furthest from him, giving her a light squeeze. She turns her head, gazing at him with her brilliant cyan eyes.

She leans closer to him, digging her shoulder into his side as he leads her past the double doors and through the foyer. They enter the dining hall to deposit the two filled buckets into the water barrel, greeting Jack and Samantha who sit inside.

“Finished so soon?” Cy chuckles.

“What’s she doing here?!” Samantha snaps, glaring at Zakera.

“Old friends?” Johnny asks.

“I am here to see Cy. I-I owe him!” Zakera replies.

“You do?” Cy raises an eyebrow.

“Yes…” Zakera pauses. “For saving my life, I now owe you mine.”

“A life debt?” Jack asks skeptically.

“Y-yes. It is required by my people. I am to stay with him until my debt is repaid.” She answers.

“I don’t thi-”

“You don’t owe me anything, Zakera.” Cy interrupts Samantha. “If… If you want to go back, I can-”

“No!” Zakera exclaims. “I-I mean, it would be shameful if you did not allow me to repay my debt to you.”

“Alright. You can stay here as long as you want.” He assures her.

“Thank you, Cy.” Zakera bows her head. “I will be a good servant.”

“That will be easy; I don’t plan on asking you for anything.” He chuckles.

“Then what will I do?” She turns her eyes up to him.

“I don’t know. I could never ask you to be my servant; maybe you can be my friend instead?”

Her tail swishes, the tip flicking as she grins wide, the points of her long canines poking out from underneath her lips. Slipping an arm around the Ketlan, Cy leads her out of the room as the others watch in a perplexed silence. He eagerly shows her around the fortress, giving her a tour of the various rooms. Eventually, they reach a small room at the third floor. She looks around the rather cramped space, noting a hammock in the corner, Cy’s familiar rifle leaning against the wall beside it.

“Is this where you sleep?” She asks.

“Yeah.”

He sits atop the lid of his steamer trunk, setting his shotgun on the floor and leaning it between the corner of the trunk and the wall.

“It is quite small.”

“I don’t need much. I have everything I want right here with me.” He says, grinning at her.

She lowers her head, struggling to conceal her smile. He rises to his feet and walks toward the balcony. Leaning on the railing, he glances over to Zakera as he hears her claws clicking on the wooden floor boards behind him. She stands by his side as she looks to the horizon, her tail swaying. Her eyes shift, glancing to Cy as he looks at the horizon. She takes a deep breath, smelling the sweet air as a warm breeze flows past the artificial outcropping.

“Is it not beautiful?” She asks, looking at the horizon.

“Very.” He replies, his eyes focused on her.

Marching through the field and toward the cove, the large group nears the Malevolence. Yasmin walks near the rear, a Sako rifle in her hands, the barrel pointing diagonally to the ground before her. She keeps an eye on a slightly overweight Norv and the elder Donald, both of whom struggle with the journey. She cannot understand why they would even bother to join them, the burden that they are. Barely a kilometer away from the cove, they hear a horrific screeching sound. The entire group takes notice, standing at attention. Amanda and Michael, near the front of the group, motion for the others to come closer. The siblings take up their weapons, using only primitive tools like the Kelanethaka, while everyone else draws a gun.

“What the fuck was that?!” Yasmin demands.

“Jahala…” Michael replies.

“I don’t know what the fuck that is…” She growls.

“The jahala are carnivorous pack hunters, usually in groups of four, with an alpha leading them.” Amanda answers.

“Stay together and keep your eyes peeled.” Chris instructs.

Yasmin brings her rifle to her shoulder, reaching her off-hand down and unsnapping the retention strap of the holster on her belt. Scanning behind them, she sees a bizarre creature standing there. Around four-feet tall, the beast is covered in dark yet vibrant feathers, both blue and pine green. The stripped pattern of the feathers gives it an odd camouflage effect. With the head of an avian and the body of a raptor, it’s tail is stubby, barely as long as the creature’s torso. It stares at her with glowing cobalt blue eyes, turning its head as if to get a better view. The glossy beak, a pale green in color, is either lined with razor-sharp canine teeth, or is naturally jagged, as though it had canines. From the distance, she cannot be sure which it is.

Aiming her rifle, it screeches again, three more creatures emerging from the distant tree line. Before the others can react, Yasmin pulls the trigger, shooting the alpha through the skull. Cycling the bolt as swiftly as she can, she turns to a lone jahala, firing a round that rips through its neck. Turning to the remaining two, the creatures close the distance at an incredible speed, at least as fast as the average horse. Unable to cycle the bolt in time, she drops the rifle and draws her pistol, rapid firing three shots as one of the beasts tackles her, trying to claw her with the four-fingered hands of its stubby arms. The creature lands atop her, its crimson blood running over her body and soaking her shirt.

Fueled by adrenaline, she shoves the nearly sixty-kilogram monster from atop her. The forth creature runs circles around the others, who bunch together. It seems to snap at Donald and Norv in particular. Chris, Donald and Rico shoot at the creature, keeping it at bay, but their aim is abysmal. As it circles again, trying to inch closer, Yasmin takes aim. Still lying on her back on the ground, she fires with her unsupported off-hand. The round flies through the air, striking the jahala in the back of the neck and severing its spine as it dashes at breakneck speed. It dies before its body falls limp on the purple grass, tumbling several times from its own inertia. She lies there for a moment, staring at the red sky.

“Holy shit!” Rico exclaims.

“That was… Impressive!” Chris says.

“Your welcome…” Yasmin grumbles.

Rising to her feet, Yasmin holsters her sidearm before running her fingers through her hair. The sticky blood stains her tan skin and clothes, gleaming in the sunlight. She looks to the others, who stare at her. She turns her head to the side, spitting out the taste of the beast’s blood.

“What?” She growls.

They say nothing. She picks up her rifle and cycles the bolt.

“Let’s get there already. I need to clean up.” She murmurs.

The final kilometer seems to take the longest. Eventually, they can hear the sound of the lake lapping at the rocks. Moored in the cove, the Malevolence sits patiently, waiting for her crew. Rushing aboard, Yasmin immediately heads for the quarters, returning to the room that she has always used when aboard the vessel. Stepping into the room, she sets her rifle against the wall, pulls off her bloody tank top and unhooks her bra, freeing her ample breasts. Using the bathroom sink, she washes the blood from her face, hair and torso. As cold water pours from the tap, she attempts to wash her bra and tank top. She thinks back on the short battle, her heart racing and her loins burning. A sudden tapping gains her attention. She shuts off the water.

“What?” She calls out from the bathroom.

“Yasmin?” Rico speaks.

“Yeah? What’s wrong now?” She grumbles.

“Nothing.” He says, entering the room. “I just wanted to say that you were amazing out there. I never saw you like that before.”

“Thanks…” She murmurs.

She gazes at herself in the mirror, looking over her form. Rico continues to praise her through the door, complimenting her marksmanship and quick action, but she isn’t listening to a word that he is saying. The burning consuming her, she reaches a hand down. She bites her bottom lip as she grins sinisterly at her reflection. Leaving her clothes in the sink, she swings open the bathroom door, stepping into her bedroom. Rico stands in the center of the room, stopping mid-sentence as he sees a topless Yasmin exit the bathroom. His eyes are fixated on her perky breasts as she moves toward the door, pushing it closed and locking it. He struggles to speak, trying to remember what he was saying.

She does not give him much time to talk, immediately pressing her chest against his as she looks up at him. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she leans in and kisses him quite roughly. He stumbles backward, his legs hitting the edge of her bed and causing him to fall over. She draws her pistol from her holster, holding it in her hands. She grips her belt, pulling it open and yanking it violently from the loops, still holding her sidearm. Her holster and gear fall loudly to the floor before she opens the top button of her pants. Rico seems both horrified and intrigued, lying on his back as he watches her. Setting the pistol on the nightstand, she hooks her thumbs underneath the waistband of her pants and panties, pushing them both off at once.

She pulls off her boots and slips out of her clothes, standing nude before him. His erection bulges visibly through his pants. Curious to see what she has to work with, she wastes no time in removing Rico’s clothes. Yanking his pants and underwear from him, she is sorely disappointed. Though not inadequate, he isn’t nearly the size that she is used too. Reaching forward she takes hold of Rico’s member, which is one and a half of her hand widths long, the diameter a little less than a quarter. Cy is a whole hand width longer, the tip easily protruding even when she held him with both hands, and thicker than an American half-dollar.

Rico’s testicles are also not quite the size of Cy’s, though that makes little difference. As far as Yasmin is concerned, few men are worthy enough to fill her; only Cy has earned that privilege. Unwilling to go without any longer, she climbs atop the bed. Grabbing his shirt, she drags Rico, lying him completely on the bed with the nightstand beside him. She straddles him, her hand holding his throbbing member. She grins at Rico, looking like a lioness eagerly waiting to pounce on her prey. The man looks quite nervous as he lay beneath the legs of the trained killer. She rubs the tip against her nether lips, teasing him at first.

“Hey.” She says softly.

“Y-yeah?”

“If you cum in me, I’ll blow your fucking head off.” She growls.

She then promptly lowers herself, pushing Rico’s member into her aching flesh. Gripping his shaft, she holds him in the proper place until enough has entered her body. She drops herself on top of him with a loud smack, his balls pressed against her firm buttocks as she sits on him. He groans loudly, gripping her hips tightly as she takes him to the base. Yasmin makes very little sound as she rocks her hips, rubbing her clitoris on his pelvis as she rides him, far more concerned with her own pleasure than his. She immediately notices the size difference, and pines for her former lover. Allowing him to fondle her breasts and shift his own pelvis, she hopes that talent will make up for his physical shortcomings.

Unfortunately, no matter what he tries, he is not quite as talented as Cy either. Yasmin almost laughs as she realizes how she is comparing the two men while in the middle of sex. She rests her hands on his chest as she begins riding faster, running her loins over the entirety of his shaft. He grunts, struggling against the pleasure as he feels her burning hot flesh on his member; she works him in ways that he never imagined. Yasmin feels herself growing closer to climax, bucking her hips so that her clitoris will grind against Rico’s flesh with every motion. Unable to hold back, Rico groans loudly. She knows what to expect; sighing in frustration, she rises from Rico.

“Oh fuck!” He grunts.

He grips his own member as he orgasms, several spurts of white cum landing on his bare belly and just missing his lifted shirt. Yasmin sits at his knees, waiting rather impatiently for him to finish. He gasps for breath, releasing his member. Gripping his shaft at the base, she runs her fingers upward, trying to squeeze out the rest of his seed. Once she is confident that he is empty, she climbs back atop him, determined to orgasm at least once before they finish. Slipping him back into her moist flesh, she rides hard and fast, repeating her previous motions. To Rico’s credit, he is able to maintain his erection after having already climaxed. Five minutes later, she eventually manages to finish, cumming on Rico’s member and smearing her thick white ooze all over him.

“God damn…” She groans.

“Holy shit…” He gasps. “That was-”

“I know.” She interrupts, climbing off of him.

He holds himself up on his elbows, watching as she quickly dresses and retrieves her gear. He slowly pulls up his pants, watching Yasmin closely. She seems quite cold, not looking at him once or even speaking to him. She takes the Bersa pistol from the nightstand and slips it into her holster, before walking casually to the door and taking hold of her rifle. She grabs the door handle but pauses. She turns to Rico, staring at him as he sits on the bed.

“Well?! Clean yourself off and get to the cargo hold!” She orders.

Before he can respond, she pulls open the door and walks out, the clicking of her boots fading into the distance. Rico uses a box of facial tissue to wipe his stomach clean. He doesn’t know what to make of the situation, but he can’t help feeling used. As he slowly walks down the hallway toward the staircase to the lower decks, he wonders if Yasmin is really so cold. Did she choose him, or would she have done that to any man who walked in, even Norv or Donald? Entering the cargo hold, Rico find Yasmin and Chris directing the others as they set aside essential supplies, primarily tools and electronic devices. She turns to him, but rather than a pleasant smile, he is met with a harsh glare and her motioning with a hand for him to help the others.

After spending some time collecting tools and equipment, having already brought all of their weapons and ammo back to the fortress, the group carefully climbs up to the main deck. Latching shut the doors as they leave, they walk over the gangplank before pulling it away and setting it between two trees, as they always do. They march in relative quiet, away from the cove and back through the expanse of the field. As Rico watches Yasmin from a distance, he can see the unnerving smile on her face as she glances to the four carcasses. From his point of view, she appears to be reliving the short skirmish with the predators.

Though it takes several hours to walk to the Malevolence moored in the cove, the weight of the supplies slows their pace. It is nearly evening when the three trees, which jut from the center of the circular structure, finally come into view. Yasmin takes the lead as they march toward the fence that surrounds the courtyard, stopping in her tracks when she sees the vibrant colors of Zakera’s fur. The Ketlan sits beside Cy on the purple grass, underneath a goshan tree that sits in the courtyard. The off-yellow tree trunk acts as a backrest, the large teal leaves shading them from the sunlight. The pair appear to be quite content as they talk among themselves. Grumbling to herself, Yasmin storms past the others, quickly approaching Cy and Zakera.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Yasmin snaps.

“Well hello to you too!” Cy chirps.

Though most of the group enters the fortress, unwilling to bud in, Amanda, Michael and Daniel follow behind Yasmin.

“We left her at the village. What is she doing here?” Yasmin demands.

“First of all, calm down. Secondly, she came here because she says she owes me a life debt for rescuing her from the Kaladez.” Cy explains.

“A life debt?” Michael raises an eyebrow.

After losing their parents and the rest of the adults in their group, Amanda and Michael Judge spent years living with the Kelanethaka. Though not Ketlan themselves, Zikata declared them ‘Ketlanezav’, unclaimed or orphaned children who must be raised by the village collecting, until they come of age. Once adults, the siblings returned to the rundown fortress to reclaim their home, living on their own until a storm brought them the British expedition. Both of the siblings know that there is no such thing as a life debt in Ketlan culture. Daniel, a true scientist, spent many hours speaking with the Judge siblings about Ketlan culture and also knows this truth.

“No, she doesn’t! She saved you too, so you’re even!” Yasmin exclaims.

“Apples to oranges. She kept me from being stung, while I kept her from being killed.” Cy replies.

“So, what? She’s your personal slave or something?” Yasmin snickers.

“Hell no! I mean, she offered, but I prefer a willing companion.” He replies.

“Oh, bullshit!” She yells.

“She’s free to go whenever she wants.” He retorts.

“Then she can go right now.”

“If she wants too!” He yells.

Zakera looks over to the Judge siblings, both of whom she has known for quite some time. Her expression is that of great worry at the prospect of returning to the Kelanethaka. Michael and Amanda look back to each other before turning their eyes to Zakera.

“You don’t want to be here, do you?” Yasmin asks her.

“She has to!” Amanda suddenly chimes in.

“Uh, yes! Even though Cyrus let her go, she is still bound to stay.” Michael adds.

“Whatever.” Yasmin grumbles.

Daniel lowers his head to conceal a grin, chuckling silently as he returns to the fortress, Yasmin storming past him and into the fortress.

“She really does not like me.” Zakera says to Cy.

“Who cares. I like you.” He says with a smile. “Don’t let her scare you.”

“I will not.” She grins.

“It’s getting late in the day. We should probably find you a room.” He thinks aloud.

“She’ll stay with me!” Amanda blurts out. “It’ll be easier for her to adapt that way.”

“Sure, if you’re okay with that.” Cy says, turning to Zakera.

“I am.” She nods.