Soul Mates Cry: Witching Call Part 3

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Chapter One

COME TO ME, oh powerful One

Come to me, I will it done

Crossing over both time and space

The time is now to take your place

Adding a drop of her own blood to the table top cauldron, Adair waited for the results. 

She didn't have to wait long. She sensed his presence before he ever spoke. A look of fear and excitement mixed together crossed her face. Her eyes shone with a fanatical light. 

"I am here, Adair." The voice was low, well-modulated, and carried a slight accent.

"I was worried that you may not come," Adair said with a relieved smile on her face. 

There was a soft laugh. "Why, Adair, you are the reason that I have been able to re-enter this world. I will always come when you call." 

"That's so nice to know, Master." 

"Now, let us move forward with the ritual so that you can explain to me why you have called to me," the masculine voice said. 

"Of course, Master," Adair said eagerly. 

She went over to where she knew he was waiting. Dropping to her knees, she put her hands out and deftly unfastened then unzipped his pants. Taking his stiffening member into her hands, she wrapped her mouth around it and began sucking him diligently. She could feel him growing in her mouth and allowed her own excitement and power to grow. Her mouth and her skills were bringing her Master to his intense orgasm and she always felt so powerful each time it happened. It was part of the ritual of him coming to her when she called. They had begun this from the very first time she had been able to summon him. 

Once he had reached his pleasure peak and exploded down Adair's throat, she licked him carefully until his pleasure tool was completely clean. Tucking him back into his pants, she zipped and re-fastened his pants. Then she remained in place until he had patted her on the head fondly. 

That was her signal to stand up. 

"Now, Adair, tell me why you have called out to me." 

"I've met them, Master," Adair said eagerly. 

"You've met the two Soul Mates?" he asked. 

"Yes! The Council has informed them that they need to take over as rulers." 

"I see. And how did they react to that?"

"They didn't look thrilled. I feel that they'll most likely try to get out of it. But The Council told them that there's a terrible evil coming and that the only way to defeat it is if the true Soul Mates are ruling," Adair explained. 

"Did The Council give any details of what this great evil may be?" 

"No, Master. They said that they were not sure what it was." 

The man remained silent for a several minutes before speaking again. It was if he had been thinking things over. Adair waited patiently for him to reply. 

"That is all very good, then," he finally said. 

Adair waited, for she was positive that he still had more to say. Reading him was something that Adair had tried very hard to master during the last several months. It was not always possible to do, but she was getting better at knowing when to speak and when to remain quiet. 

"So you have met him," he said. 

It wasn't a question. 

"Yes, Master, I have," she replied. 

"What is he like?" 

"He is very much like you," she answered. 

She could just make out a smile in the shadows where he sat. He was pleased with this revelation and that meant that he would be in more benevolent spirits. Then she could feel safer and more confident in asking for what she wanted. 

"Master," she began. "As he is so much like you, he needs a strong witch beside him, but one who also knows her place." 

"I see," he acknowledged. "But the one he is with is his true Soul Mate, Adair. They have been together for many lifetimes." 

"Yes, that is correct," she replied. "But you can change these things. You have the power to do so. I only respectfully request that you remember my devotion to you in the days to come and that you will reward me with the position of co-ruler when the time comes." 

He reached out and gently touched her face. This one had been very useful to him thus far, and he had no doubt that she would be even more useful to him during what was to come. There was no need to let her know that she would never be part of any ruling body. Most likely, he would not kill her. She was very easily manipulated and could serve him in other ways. 

But for now, he needed her to believe that she would have everything she wanted, including the ruling warlock. 

"My sweet, loyal Adair," he said as he continued stroking her face. "You shall have everything that you deserve when the time is right." 

Adair smiled slyly. She was much more confident now that she would have Marcus when the dust had finally settled in the magical world. 

It would not be very long now until she took her rightful place as the ruling queen beside her king. 

Chapter Two

LOLA AWOKE SUDDENLY and reached over beside her to find that Marcus was not in bed. 

Sitting up, she looked around the room and saw him sitting on the sofa in front of the fire. She got up from the bed and drew a silk robe around her body. Padding softly over to her husband, she draped her arms around him from behind and kissed his neck. 

He moved his head so that it nuzzled her. 

"Can't sleep, love?" she asked. 

"I had a rather odd dream," he replied. 

"Do you feel like telling me what it was?" 

"It's not something that I can really describe. It was more of a darkness, a feeling, more than anything else. There was something or someone. I can't describe it as anything more than a presence. But it felt bad." 

"Well, I can certainly see why it woke you up," Lola replied as Marcus reached up and pulled her over his shoulder and into his lap. She snuggled against him, laying her head on his chest. His heart was thudding heavily, which was a sure sign that he was still disturbed by the dream. 

Worried, she looked up at his handsome face. "Do you feel it has anything to do with what The Council said?" she asked him. 

"I'm not sure, but it definitely could be," he replied. "I've never dreamed anything quite that odd before. The last dream that felt this real was when I dreamed of you before you appeared on my doorstep. But that one was always a wonderful dream and woke me up for different reasons." 

She laughed that throaty wicked laugh that he so loved. It never failed to send a thrill of desire through his body when she did that. The sound was a promise of the delightful things to come. 

He instantly forgot about his worries and he concentrated on his wife.

Leaning his head down toward hers, he captured her lips in a light kiss that deepened into something much more very quickly. 

He slipped a hand beneath her robe and cupped her bare breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. This action was rewarded by Lola's quickened breathing, and a sigh of desire escaped her throat. He loved that he could excite her so easily. Of course, she had the same effect on him. Every time with Lola was like the first time. The excitement, passion and thrill were all just as strong as back in Louisiana. 

Sliding her off of his lap, he laid her back on the sofa and parted her robe. 

Kissing his way down her body, he came to rest at her pleasure center right between her upper thighs. Marcus knew exactly where to touch her and he used his tongue in an expert manner. 

Within seconds, she was crying out and soaking his face with evidence of her ecstasy. 

Still in the midst of her passion, Lola climbed onto Marcus's lap and exposed his very hard, excited cock. She wasted no time in impaling herself on his pleasure tool, riding him wildly like a stallion. As she felt his spasms of ecstasy begin, she threw her head back, laughing wickedly. 

He exploded and shot his seed deeply into her as she fastened her mouth onto his and kissed him.

Chapter Three

"WOW," she said as she was catching her breath. "That was unexpected!" 

"When it starts to be expected is when we have problems," he replied as he nuzzled her neck. There was a sheen of thin sweat on their skin. He loved the odor of their lovemaking. "It should always be exactly like this, Lola... spontaneous and passionate." 

"I couldn't agree more, my handsome, sexy husband," Lola said as she ran her fingers through his short hair. She kissed the top of his head then raised his chin. He was looking relaxed now. And she was glad. "Why don't you come back to bed, sweetheart? It's still way too early to be up."

"You're right," he agreed. "I'll be there in a minute. After that workout, I think I can sleep a little more now." 

She giggled like a schoolgirl but she never looked more beautiful to Marcus. He pulled her head back to him and kissed her deeply and hotly before he let her go. 

"Don't be too long," Lola reminded him as she crawled off of his lap. “I don't want to be away from you too long."

"I won't be too long because that's exactly how I felt, too, darling," he said.

She left him with a sweet smile before she went back to their bed. 

MARCUS STARED into the flames that were cozily blazing away in the fireplace. He would not tell Lola what his true dream was just yet. There were things that he had to figure out first. 

In the dream, he had seen his own face, only it was older. The part that had bothered him the most was the absolute evil that he had seen in those eyes. 

Marcus knew that he was not an evil person, so what did that dream mean? 

Was he going to become an evil entity in the future? Was he going to murder innocent witches and warlocks and other helpless magical creatures? His heart thudded painfully inside his chest. 

If that was true, he could not allow it to happen. He needed to understand his dream and he needed to do it soon. It was sickening that he might be the evil that was coming to attack the magical world. Lola, with her gift of sight, had seen more than he did, and what she had seen made her feel so horrible it brought her to tears.

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