. 10

Author's notes:

This is the continuation of A Long Time from Home and if you haven't read that, I advise you to do so. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine, though I now have a proofreader, that can catch missing words ect. Thanks to Jessejames932006 for doing that.

Some of the chapters will take place in the ancient past and while I have done a lot of research for that, there might be small errors here and there. If you think you found such an error in the story, please double check to be sure that you're correct and then PM me about it, so I can fix it. :)

Due to its length, I placed ALTFH under the 'Novels and Novellas' section, but as you can see, ALTFH II is placed in the 'Sci-fi and Fantasy' section, which fits it better due to the elements of magic that's in it. At least in my opinion :)

Have fun and while you're at it, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)

About timing on uploads

Trust me, when I say that I do the best I can to upload as frequently as I can. Unfortunately, my RL is pretty hectic at the moment, and as this is a hobby and not a job, it can take a while from time to time.

About the notation:

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

Some warnings

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This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

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10 -- The week before the wedding pt 2

Late September/Early October 2000

Karen was sitting in her room, drinking coffee and doing her homework, when there was a knock on her door and a moment later Rita came walking in with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Hey, Angel," Karen greeted with a smile, setting her mug aside. "Come on in, make yourself at home."

"I am," Rita replied, flopping dramatically onto the bed. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before turning her head toward Karen. "I need your advice."

Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Karen saved her work and swirled her chair, so she was facing the bed. "Rick acting up?"

"No, no, he's still his usual sweet, irresistible self," Rita said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's my assignment. Professor Robinson loved it so much he wants me to write a full paper on it."

Karen nodded slowly and gestured to Rita to continue.

The brown girl sighed. "Well, since Ivan's drawing showed there was another tomb right next to the Royal tomb, I concentrated on that and found an American archaeologist, who searched for it as well, since it was mentioned in an old text. So, I searched the archive and found a translation of a 3000-year-old papyrus, that told of an attempt by robbers to plunder the royal tomb by digging a tunnel from another tomb belonging to a private individual." She gestured vaguely, her energy picking up. "Basically, everything matches what Ivan sketched for the twins. This time, X really does mark the spot."

Karen leaned forward, her eyes wide. "Seriously?"

"As a heart attack," Rita confirmed. "Professor Robinson has already asked if he could forward my assignment to a German professor, who is currently looking for the tomb."

"That's fantastic!" Said Karen with a wide smile and then tilted her head. "Wait, why're you not happy?"

Rolling over to stare at the ceiling, Rita slowly said. "Because I feel like I'm stealing Ivan's work. I mean, he has obviously done the same research as I have and came to the same conclusions... He might not remember it, with the memory loss and all, but it's not really something you can just make a wild guess at."

"Call him up and ask him." Suggested Karen. "Or send him an email... It's not like he's living on the moon. Just explain exactly how it happened or simply send him the paper you wrote."

Rita blinked, then slowly nodded. "That... actually makes a lot of sense. This way, he can see the sources I found and know it wasn't just me copying his work."

"Problem solved." Karen chuckled and tilted her head. "Your turn to solve my problem... which also happens to involve a certain blonde guy we met in Spain."

"Oh, Interesting," Rita teased, propping herself up on an elbow. "Do tell."

"Read this."

Rita took the piece of paper Karen gave her. It was a print of an email from Ivan, where he explained that a friend of his had asked for some suggestions for a ship name for a small cruise ship in Asia. Ivan had suggested Peach Blossom and the friend had been so satisfied with that suggestion, that he not only followed it, but also wanted the one that had inspired it to be present at the ship's christening, which was to happen... Rita blinked a few times... Monday the 2nd of October in Le Havre, France.

Rita blinked a few times before looking up. "Is he aware that we have matches on the 30th of September and the 3rd of October?"

Karen nodded. "Yes, and according to the plan he sent along, it can be done with a direct night flight from LA to Paris on the 30th, meaning I will arrive in Paris the next morning. Then I'll have most of the day in Paris, before flying to Le Havre on Monday, in ample time to do the christening. Then it's a flight back to Paris and then back home with time left to join the match on the 3rd. I'll miss some training, but that's all."

Rita snorted. "You're gonna get cramped. Flights are not good for us tall people."

"Not a problem. First class all the way." She smiled and then grimaced. "I really don't know what to do... On one hand, it's a once in a lifetime experience. On the other hand, it's a lot of flying for very little time on the ground."

"If that's your only worry... get a grip and tell Ivan you're going. We spend more time than that on the team bus during volleyball season." Rita said seriously. "Besides, they're paying for everything, right?"

"Oh yeah." Karen nodded vigorously. "I did a little research and apparently shipping people take both christening and this Godmother business very serious. Everything is paid for, up to and including any outfit I would like to wear, a trip to the beautician and some spending money."

"Girl, you're going!" said Rita firmly. "And if you happen to miss the match on the 3rd, it's not a disaster... We can beat Irvine without you."

"Good point." Karen said slowly. "I think I'll ask the coach if I can sit that one out and return for the match against UCLA on the 6th." She smiled. "Getting a few days in France would be nice."

"Do that." Said Rita and then looked like she remembered something. "... Oh... talking about dates... I tried to use the computer at the university to determine Ivan's age."

Karen looked confused. "I don't get it... How could you do that?"

"Well, you did say that Ivan's mom told him that he was born in Egypt during a solar eclipse at the winter solstice, right?"

"Yes."

"Then his mother lied." Said Rita with a sad expression on her face. "The solar system moves in predictable ways and in archaeology we use solar eclipses to determine dates, using a program developed by NASA. If we find a manuscript saying that there was a solar eclipse in this or that area in the year whatever, we can just enter the area and year in the computer, hit enter and it will give us an exact date."

"Nice! And you tried it with Ivan?"

"Yeah. No luck. The last time that happened was December 20th..." She paused for a moment, before adding "... 1246 BC."

Karen blinked a few times and then laughed. "Petty... It was a good story."

"Yeah." Said Rita with a sigh. "I can't bring myself to tell it to him."

"Then don't tell him."

----- Ivan and Petra ------

"This is going way too fast!" Complained Petra as she carefully packed yet another piece of clothing. She looked at me. "And don't laugh!"

I wasn't laughing, but I also wasn't stupid enough to point it out to a stressed woman. Especially not one who had brought the stress upon herself.

For some reason Petra had decided that Karen, whom she had never met, would be lost if allowed to travel alone. So, instead of taking the plane from Rastede to Miami and then to Paris, Petra had asked me for permission to use one of the company jets to fly to Los Angeles, pick up Karen while the plane refuelled, and then continue to France. That way they could stay in France a few days, use the same plane to fly home and, since they had to land in LA anyway to drop Karen off, pick up Alejandro and the twins and then continue to Oldenburg. Due to a family celebration on the weekend, the twin's friend Chloe would have to take a regular flight to Oldenburg Monday or Tuesday.

I had agreed, since it solved all the logistical problems and lessened the number of things that could go wrong.

While it wasn't a big deal, a tropical hurricane, for some reason called Keith, had appeared in the path of her planned flight at the worst possible moment and in order to get around it, Petra had to leave Oldenburg earlier than she had originally planned and that seemed to stress her. So now, she was running around in her kimono like a headless chicken, packing way too much for what was meant to be a short trip.

"Stop!" I said, my voice firm enough to make her freeze mid-motion. She turned to me, wide-eyed, clutching a pair of shoes.

I waited until she put them down before continuing. "You've got your company credit card, right?"

"Yes, of course," she answered automatically, still clutching the edge of the suitcase like it might escape.

"Okay, now name one thing you could possibly need on this trip that you can't buy if you forget it."

She frowned, clearly running through a mental checklist. Finally, she sighed. "I can't think of anything."

"Exactly. You're stressing over nothing." I crossed the room, wrapping her in a hug before she could protest. At first, she was as rigid as a wooden plank, but eventually, her shoulders dropped, and she melted into the embrace. I kissed her briefly. "You'll do just fine, Babochka, but you need to relax."

"I know..." she murmured, though her voice was tinged with doubt. "It just feels like I'm back in the army, prepping for a mission."

"Well, you're not. And Jan den Adel has everything under control in Europe. You're not responsible for anything except showing up."

"But--" she started, only to stop when I placed my hands gently on her shoulders and channelled Vis in a calming pattern.

A soft laugh escaped her lips as the tension visibly drained from her body. "You, sir, are cheating with your unfair tricks."

I grinned, kissing her again. "I just want you to relax and enjoy this. You can even take a direct flight back to Oldenburg if it makes things easier."

Shaking her head, she smiled faintly. "No, I promised Cyra and Zena I'd pick them up. And honestly, I like them. We spent a lot of time together in the warehouse in Malaga. They really helped lighten the mood." She chuckled. "They remind me of my little sister, Nadya."

Since Petra rarely mentioned her family, I asked. "You miss her?"

"Yeah, from time to time." She answered. "We were close before I joined the army, but then we grew apart somewhat. I was busy with my career, and she was busy with school."

"Invite her to come visit some time."

Petra hesitated, her smile fading. "I can't. I'm still a wanted criminal. I don't want her involved in this mess."

I paused, debating for a moment before deciding to share. "Well... I was going to save this for Christmas, but with all the travel and being a ship's godmother it's probably better, you know now. I had Giles Cornell dig into your case. It's been reopened, and the investigators found out it was your ex-boyfriend who committed the crimes, just as you told me. This included getting rid of you by selling you on the black market. He's now arrested and as a result, you're not listed as a deserter or criminal anymore. You're technically still 'missing', but that is not a crime."

For a second, I wasn't sure how she'd react. Then she threw herself into my arms, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. Her lips met mine in a passionate kiss, and when she pulled back, her face was lit up with joy.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she gushed, her voice trembling.

I hugged her back, not bothering to say anything--mostly because, for once, I didn't know what to say. Since I couldn't remove the loyalty codex Parker and Curtis had implanted in Petra, Riya, Esther and Delina and as I had become the focus of that loyalty, the least I could do was to make sure that the loyalty was deserved. Making the false charges against them go away didn't even take that much of an effort, since Giles had taken care of it. I had just paid the bill for bribes and whatever else was needed, using money I hadn't even earned myself.

Still, seeing her like this, lightened by the news, I couldn't help but feel it had been worth every penny.

Sensing that the feel of Petra's body against mine was having an effect, I gently tried to push away, but she just tightened her grip on me and rotated her hips slightly on my erection as she whispered "Oh... I love the feeling of your dick against me."

Giving up, I stopped trying to push her away and pulled her in for a kiss instead.

As always, her lips were incredibly soft as she pressed them gently to mine. Her tongue gently touched and teased my lips until I opened, and our tongues slipped into each other's mouths, playing a little duel of lust. My right hand wandered over her body, until I found her large soft breasts and started massaging them gently, causing her to moan.

Her hands went to my front, where she opened my pants and pulled them down, wrapping a hand around my cock as soon as it was free and started to stroke it.

Breaking the kiss, Petra bit her lips and whispered. "I want to be fucked... roughly... Use your powers."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded again as she let the kimono fall to the floor and stood naked before me. "Just fuck the shit out of me. I need it."

With a nod, I levitated her off the floor and activated an Ars Mentalis trick called

Vinclum

(Baylon: Restrain). Ropes of mental energy appeared around her wrists, locking them together. A slight wave of the hand secured the other ends of the mental chains to the wooden roof beams in the ceiling. A heartbeat later, similar ropes secured her legs by the knees to two other wooden beams, dragging her legs upwards, forcing them apart and giving me free access to her pussy. More ropes of mental energy appeared, tying her body to the bed, so it wouldn't swing. Another went around her head, gagging her.

She stared at me wide-eyed, the expression on her face one of disbelief.

Ignoring it, I took a step forward and touched her soft wet pussy, playing with it as I stroked up and down her slit, running my finger over her hard clitoris and then back down again until I reached the entrance to her hot tunnel. Wetting my fingers in her juice, I did it time and again, while she moaned and yanked against the mental ropes each time my wet fingers rubbed her clitoris.

With her arms above her head and suspended in the air as she was, her beautiful breasts looked even bigger than normal and as they were the same height as my head, I leaned forward just a little, taking a hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over it.

My finger continued to stroke up and down her slit, sliding across her clitoris, but without warning, I pressed two fingers into her wet tunnel, which lovingly gave way to the intruders.

Petra moaned against the gag and then squealed when I fucked her hard and fast with my fingers for a few moments, before taking them out to stroke her clitoris again.

I repeated the process of stroking her clitoris, then fingerfucked her roughly, before returning to stroke the clitoris again several times, each time driving Petra closer to an orgasm.

Just as she had grown accustomed to the rhythm, I went down on my knees and licked her clitoris the next time I fingerfucked her, causing her to squeal even more against the gag, before I removed the fingers again, but continued to tease her pussy with my tongue.

She shivered and several drops of sweat dripped down her beautiful body.

With a smile to myself, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue, before slowly working my way down the slit, using my lips and tongue to tease, lick and nip everything.

When the tip of my tongue reached her pink little butthole, I gave it a long, wet lick and to my surprise, Petra moaned louder as she trashed against the ropes.

I gave her pussy the same long wet lick and while the reaction was good, she had moaned louder before, so I slurped my way down to her ass again and ran my tongue in circles around her pink star. The groans grew louder again and soon, she was panting and mewling.

I kept caressing her clitoris and pussy with one hand as I slowly licked her anus, kissing and nipping the edges and lightly poking it with the tip of my tongue, teasing her.

Licking my way back up to her clitoris, I removed my fingers from it and as I flicked my tongue over it, I gently nudged a fingertip into her butt. Petra moaned louder, shaking all over her body.

Egged on, I wet a finger in her juices and eased it into her tight ass, while sucking and licking her clitoris. My tongue danced, playing with her clitoris as I carefully started to fingerfuck her ass.

Tremors of pleasure ran through her body, only to be magnified, when I inserted the two first fingers of the same hand into her wet pussy.

Her body started to trash against the mental ropes, and she screamed against the gag as she came, shuddering and panting as she did, while her juices flowed down my hand and arm.

When it felt like the orgasm was over, I removed my hand and stood up. A few mental commands later, the ropes had lowered her, so her pussy was at exactly the same height as my cock.

Taking hold of her hips, I pressed my hard cock against the wet lips of her pussy, stroking up and down a few times to make it slick and then pressed it inside.

"Mmmmmmm!" Petra groaned, as the head reached deeper into her tunnel and then slid deeper and deeper into her.

Since she was hanging almost as in a swing, I stood still and used my arms to pull and push back and forth over my dick, taking my time to enjoy her wet hot pussy around my dick.

I fucked her like that for a while, ignoring the sounds and trashing she made as she came again.

Instead, I strengthened my grip on her and started to fuck her hard, using my body to ram my hard cock into her again and again, driving myself towards an orgasm.

Petra was moaning and groaning almost constantly, adding to my pleasure of just fucking her.

A thought removed the gag from her mouth, and I kissed her hungrily, while pounding her.

She kissed me back, clearly loving the treatment.

So did I and not holding back in any way, made me reach orgasm a lot faster than usual, as the telltale feeling started to course through my body.

She had just come again, when I withdrew from her. The mental ropes lowered her to the ground and as soon as she reached it, I took hold of her hair and stuck my dick into her mouth.

She didn't need to be told what to do, as she started to suck and lick it almost immediately.

Holding her head with my hands, I fucked her mouth roughly, using it as a pussy, until her lips and tongue made me explode in her mouth with a groan.

Surprised, she still managed to swallow my load while I moved my cock back and forth between her soft lips.