Oh...My...GOD!!!

Elicia:

Warmth radiated along my naked flesh as the darkness began to fade into golden hues of warm sunlight, and dry air. Tasting the sandy grit as the gentle breezes swirled delicately along the tiny hairs, shivering at the static charge that flooded my body like rain droplets during a storm.

Feeling the sandy ground, graze along my feet as the pressure pushed and swirled the gritty earth between my toes.

Gasping loudly as everything rushed past me in a hazy blur of distorted colors. Stopping in a grand hall with soft Egyptian music playing along the cleanly smoothed slabs of stone, etched with colorful and detailed hieroglyphics.

A loud whooshing erupted with silent breezes as the grand walls lit up with large, handcrafted torches, casting a majestic glow of bright ambers and golds.

“taal tafli.”

“Come my child.”

The celestial voice spoke with a soft feminine tone, automatically understanding her command as my feet skimmed smoothly along the smoothed limestone. Bowing as my long black locks draped delicately along my shoulders, smiling as my naked flesh shimmered like it had been painted gold in ancient times.

“Stand.” Her majestic voice dropped to a normal tone as soft footfalls approached my presence.

Gasping as a slender hand brushed away my silky locks, tilting my chin up so that I could face this “Goddess”. Her face was oval with dark chestnut eyes, highlighted in elegant brush strokes of black and red with her skin coated beautifully in gold dust.

Two black horns, extended from her head in a upside-down horseshoe design with an embellished red disk suspended freely between them with a strange humming of energy.

Standing to my feet as her hand slithered along my neck, trailing her middle finger along my sternum, feeling oddly relaxed at the sexual delicacy her smooth skin erupted along my blazing flesh. Moaning out loud as her fingers cupped into my inferno of dripping essence, trailing it back to my belly button before pulling her fingers away with a satisfied growl as her glistening pink tongue rolled and caressed her gold dusted fingers.

“So pure.” She moaned with a fluttering eye roll, feeling exhilarated with a rushing euphoria as she stepped back, displaying her thick curvaceous body with a belly dancers grace and fluidity of her arms.

“You must have questions?” Her words were sharp and spicy like a snake as she snapped her fingers and four, grandeur men appeared from thin air in white kilts decorated with golden belts of colorful hand scripting.

Gasping in shock as their hot mouths, consumed my blazing flesh with a chesty moan.

“The Guardians or Watchmen.” Her words faded away with the rolling waves of heat as forty fingers, kneaded my tender flesh as there headdresses clicked and chirped against each other.

Oh, my God!

“Goddess.” Her words mocked smugly with a soft smile.

This can’t be happening.

“Oh, but it is.” She sat along the red silk covered step with golden pillows, smiling devilishly as my innocent body was devoured by four “Godly” men.

Rational thoughts overpowered by burning desire as their hot lips kissed along my collarbone and neck, sinking slowly to the ground as their kilts swayed and clung to their girthy manhood.

“My Watchmen.” Humming out the familiar word as the “Four” came to mind with their bright smiles and goofy personalities.

Gasping loudly to a strange room as my hands clung to the soft velvety bedcover, slowing gaining my vision with a loud gasp.

“Shit!” Four tired, disheveled faces stared at me with bright smiles and steaming mugs of coffee centimeters from those luscious lips.

Adverting my gaze to the black and silver velvet bedcover, feeling the heat dusting gently along my cheeks.

“You want a cup?” Chris lifted his mug with a grin as Ben and Roger stood quickly from the gray sectional, grabbing a mug and preparing it with liquid sugar and Irish creamer.

Just the way I like it.

Smiling softly as they handed it to Elias walking over in a light foot, followed closely by the others all matching in their gray sweats and black t-shirts with minor differences.

“Thank you.” Taking the royal blue mug from Elias’ hand, feeling an eruption of electricity shoot through our fingers as they grazed briefly.

Scared to respond to the sensation as images of my dream, popped up like a traitorous villain in a great fantasy-action movie or novel. Blowing gently against the hot liquid as they looked a little perplexed and sad.

Why are they sad?

“Um…How are you feeling?” Ben spoke nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with a weird side glance to his brothers.

Giggling at their strange behavior as those warm hazels stared back at me, causing that heavy ache in my core to erupt into a violent swirling ball of molten lava.

Flinching back as my fingers went to brush through my matted locks.

“Careful. Mom and Mama Eve said to leave the stitches alone.” Roger held his hands up panicked, noticing they all were acting panicked.

“Guys. Relax. It’s me, Elicia.” Sipping my cooled coffee as the rich coffee bean, burst delicately along my tongue with the perfect sweetness to mix harmoniously with the rich bit of the bean.

Smiling softly as they visibly relaxed, taking seats along the bed and floor in relaxed poses.

“Mama Eve? Like the same Mama Eve that happened to be seated next to me on my flight. That Mama Eve?” Taking another sip with the mug between both hands, sucking in the warmth that seemed to have escaped my hands.

Chuckling softly as they nodded in agreement, looking a little out of place in this beautiful home. Looking around the room as the black and silver of the materials, blended nicely with the gray furniture and classic hand-crafted pieces that decorated the room in a dark masculine vibe.

“It’s our house. I-I mean “our” house”. N-not our house with you unless you would like that. Would you?” Elias face palmed himself, causing us to laugh deeply as I sat down my mug on the nightstand, sliding over the bedcover to hug Elias.

“That’s very sweet but I am staying at Randi’s, remember?” Looking at their confused expressions as Elias exhaled a heavy sigh.

Pulling back from Elias, feeling the anxious atmosphere suffocating us as the guys shared a strange silent understanding.

“Elicia, Bain’s in London. We don’t know where, but we will find him.” Roger spoke with a scary calm, tucking my legs under my butt examining the large gray t-shirt that covered my upper body but nothing underneath.

Oh…My…GOD!!!

Jumping up in a hurry as my wobbly legs, struggled to carry my half-naked ass across the warm wide-planked flooring into the bathroom with a loud slam of the door.

This can’t be happening.

“Elicia.” Chris called from the door, knocking enough to spook me away from the door as images of Chris and Peyton fighting, filled my head as they mixed with vivid flashes of my dream.

“What did you do?” Shouting in panic that one of them, if not all of them, undressed me and only placed a shirt.

OH GOD!!

Sliding down the tiled wall, hugging my knees to my chest as another knock sounded but softer.

“Elicia, sweet girl. It’s Mama Eve, can I come in?” Her regal voice spoke with a gentleness as the handle slowly turned.

“s-sure.” Responding softly, knowing it was a win-lose situation.

Smiling softly as her gentle face smiled softly, stepping past the door with a quick hand as four voices sounded out but greeted a closed door.

“How is it everyone I have met knows “you”?” Asking point blank, before she was able to find a seat on the tub edge.

Her amused chuckle, only added to the swirling heat that bubbled up from depths within.

“I’m a popular woman. But seriously, “The Watchmen” are my grand nephews and Randi, he is a family friend. We just happened to be destined to cross paths.” She shrugged her shoulders lightly like this was all planned by a “Deity” only described in words among the people.

“Bullshit! There’s no way that our meeting leads to now, in this place with them out there.” Waving my hand in disbelief as she stood gracefully, smoothing out her denim jeans fixing her plain white blouse.

“Oh. So, it was just coincidence that your ex-boyfriend’s brother was an instructor at your school, or a coincidence that we met?” She pointed between us with an amused smirk.

Wow! She’s got a sharp mind for sure.

“Wait! How do you know about p-Peyton, m-my ex’s brother?” Standing slowly from the cool tiled marble floor, pulling the hem of the shirt smelling Frasier fir on a crisp morning.

Relaxing into the scent with a strange purr of contempt.

“My niece, Izzy, and I addressed your wounds, while the guys handled Peyton.” Her hand laid gently against the door handle as she looked over her shoulder with those soft jaded eyes.

“Izzy and I are the ones that dressed you but seeing the boys are bachelors, we didn’t have any panties to give you. The stores open in a few hours if you want to go shopping. “Her smile confused me, but I felt at ease knowing the guys didn’t see my lady parts.