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strap attached to her own weapon s sheath which rested against her back. There was an odd
sound that came from the strap when the creature pulled on it. The strap loosened and then came
apart, and the creature rolled, the movement causing Jardia to gasp and spring backwards. She
watched as it separated itself from the shell on its back. She frowned. Curiously the shell looked
much like something one would sit in. There was another muffled groan that once again came
from an unseen mouth somewhere on its head.
Correction--its now removed head!
 Gehu a Mahatma! Jardia fell to her knees as she cried out to the divinities.
She was witnessing a metamorphosis. A spiritual birthing!
Awestruck, Jardia admired the exotic appearance of the soft feminine face that hatched
from the harder looking shell that covered it just moments before. Long, dark lashes graced the
curved edges of her closed lids. The jaw line smoothly angled, framed supple, pink lips that
pursed tightly. A petite and pretty nose turned up slightly gave the birthling an almost child-like,
innocent appearance as did its skin, unmarred and appearing as smooth as the cloths woven from
the siaa leaves. Slightly darker than hers, it had a natural tone unlike skin that was bathed in
sunlight as was Jardia s own flesh. Her hair was cut short in even lengths at her neckline& oh
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what a silky, dark tress it appeared to be!
Jardia craved to touch it. The creature, she was beautiful!
There was another groan, and it was then that Jardia noticed the trickle of blood oozing
from one ear. Now more awestruck than afraid, she moved closer and reached, turning the face
of the goddess to inspect the other ear. Indeed blood filled the crevice of that one, as well.
 Ka! Eviata! Jardia breathed out, the words a heavy whisper. Compassion seized her
heart.  Setfa!
The creature was hurt. A sensation, struck Jardia s insides, and immediately she knew.
The dawnings of fasting and sleeplessness, of the sacred prayer had finally brought her
the answer. And it was in this creature. Brought to the Tertian soil, spewed by its mother who
came from the heavens, a divinity was delivered to her in the flesh!
Jardia exhaled an awestruck breath. They would seek her endlessly, driven by their lusts!
No male would be sane enough to resist her charms. This was the divinity bird's virgin offspring
and Jardia had to protect her.
This was her destiny!
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Chapter Six
"We wish no harm to the clans of Cu cjani." Tren stepped forward, speaking in the
Tertian vernacular that had survived from the dawnings of old. With his arms extended forward
he presented the delta to indicate their spiritual unity and to express that their intentions toward
the tribe was peaceful. "We look for an intruder who seeks to harm us all."
Calem shifted uncomfortably, watching silently as the Commander interacted with the
indigenous Tribunal leader. The ancient tribe of Esotar might be agitated by their presence, but
he was suffering from some agitation, as well, in the form of a raging erection that wouldn t
retreat no matter where his thoughts went.
Our Tina is close, Arjim slid into his brethren s head. His balls were swollen with lack
of release, and he had a torturous hard-on of his own to deal with.
Amongst the direct descendants of the ancients? Calem questioned. How can that be?
Our Tina is from a faraway planet. That much we have determined. He indicated the primitive
tribe with a nod in their direction.
Arjim thought about that for a moment. My cock and my senses tell me otherwise. She s
here.
Your cock would sense a ruk jobbin hole for a mate if you were horny enough, brethren.
A growl pierced inside of Calem s head, but he couldn t deny the physical and instinctive mating
reactions stirring within. They both felt their female s presence. But where was she--who was
she? They scanned the tribe gathered before them a near desperate search for the female who
caused their brethren bonding.
She cannot be amongst those who accompany the Tribunal, Arjim returned. His gaze
dropped to the chain of interlocking circles the females wore on each ankle. Look at them. They
are all mated triples. She would not be with them here. It was true. Each female present wore
the fetter charms that confirmed they indeed were already bonded in a Trigon.
Their worst fears were realized, but it was Arjim who mentally gulped the words. She is
the intruder we hunt.
From what we perceived during our transdelta linking it would seem so, Calem silently
responded. But where is she? There was no sign of her near the wreckage we found, and we
know she is hurt or at least in some kind of distress.
Arjim had no answer. Mentally he sighed, the angst of his frustration matching Calem's.
So near, and yet still unreachable.
We need to keep linking with her to find out more.
If she's with any of the Tribes in Esotar, Calem paled. They might kill her&
The She'amatina might have found her first.
They would likely protect her. The thought of their Tina running with the virgin, female
tribe gave Calem only a margin of relief. If she was with them, finding and retrieving her would
be a challenge since the highly nomadic women were elusive and exceptionally practiced at
hiding, particularly when a Triconjugal hunt was occurring. Still, they would have to find her.
It is high moon, brethren. Arjim reminded his cousin. The males called to the Trigon are
beginning the hunt.
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It is a sacred event. The tribes will be disturbed by an outsider's presence.
Returning their attention to Commander Tren, Calem and Arjim listened to the exchange
he was having with Cu cjani tribe's Mahatma leader, Pontiff Gre'aecha. They struggled to
comprehend the ancient Tertian language he was speaking, a language the modern civilization
used little but was learned by all, though fluid interpretation proved difficult.
"You tread on sacred ground, stranger," the Pontiff spoke, his feral warning to keep away
clearly apparent in his expression. Identifiable by the maroon hooded cape draping his body, he
was one of four tribunal members who accompanied what was estimated to be about sixty or so
clansmen from Cu'cjani, an ancient Trigon tribe--mated triples that packed together in Esotar.
They'd been the first to intercept the sentry who assaulted their sacred grounds. Better them than
the more aggressive tribes of Sh'emati, the unmated male packs who had a tendency to attack
without question.
"We seek an enemy who travels in your lands, Pontiff Gre'aecha. Commander Tren ot
Alea took a step forward.  A dangerous enemy."
He spread his arms, his modern, metal talon arc gripped in one hand, the blade facing
backward. The stance was a long-understood gesture of amity. The twenty-five sentries, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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