Ancient Thought by Viola Grace (books for 6 year olds to read themselves .txt) 📕

He lifted his head and frowned. “Don’t mention him. I am still debating whether or not to remove him from this world.”

“You mean like... on a shuttle?” She was hopeful.

He gave her a dark look. “No.”

“Oh.” She looked around and shifted her legs. “Can I get up now?”

His expression softened. “No.”

She chuckled. “Why not?”

“You are delightfully tight around me, and I want to savour the moment.” He brushed her hair from her face. “You lived a lifetime, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“I did. I thought I was nearly done, and then, they asked me to go and play in the stars. I said yes, of course.”

She ran her hands up his chest and down again.

He smiled. “Am I an experiment?”

She shook her head and wrapped a hand around his neck. “I have enough experience to know a good man when I see one.”

He grinned and laughed when she flipped him onto his back and sat up. When he laughed, she felt him start to stir again.

“Okay, I am just wondering, is that response particularly normal, or has it just been a really long time for you?” She started to move on him, dragging herself nearly off him and then plunging back. She shuddered at the response of her own body, so she did it again.

“Both. The Dremarai are responsive to the wishes and desires of other species. We become what you need.”

She blushed and froze. “So, I am taking advantage of you?”

He flipped them again and thrust into her slowly. “No, but if you need me to, I shall rise a thousand times in the night... and the day.”

She leaned up, and he kissed her, their tongues sliding and moving against each other while he stroked inside her. She pulled her legs up to either side of him, and he groaned and hammered into her until their bodies concluded their efforts in a rush of light and groans.

She ached, and her body flopped to the side. She gasped, “Okay. I am done. You win.”

He laughed and withdrew from her. “It was not a competition, but I am glad you enjoyed the race.”

Blue-white fire started at her head and moved down her body. She went from hot and sticky to cool and tingly.

He flared into fire, and she squawked and sat up, groaning.

She watched as the fire faded. “What was that?”

“Cleansing fire. It was my first power and very handy when there is limited water available.” He smiled and glanced toward the door of the cavern. The night was firmly in control. “I suppose I should return you to the monastery.”

She grimaced. “I suppose so. Thank you for coming to help me earlier.”

“You are welcome. Thank you for not needing anything other than a ride.”

She grinned. “You are welcome.”

He helped her with her robe and sandals and thought of the first time he was in a storm. She copied the memory of a wild alien world and a bright recollection of being a child in the heart of the storm, and the storm moved toward him and began his transformation.

She pressed the crystal to her forehead and transferred the moment before she leaned against his chest and kissed his neck. “Where did your clothing come from?”

He chuckled. “It is magic. Come on, I need to get you home.”

“Luon is asking?”

“Yes. Apparently, Aloth is wanting you banished due to your action. Don’t worry, you have a witness. Climb on my back.”

She nodded as he shifted to the Simurgh, and she climbed up onto his back, settling on the obvious seat of him a moment before he streaked into the sky.

If Aloth raised a fuss, she had a memory that would deal with him. She had dealt with bullies like him before. Hell, she had been married to one.

Chapter Nine

The monastery was dimly lit, which was normal. Mathla’s garden was bright, and that is where Yelfon set her down.

Mathla looked at her. “This is serious. You assaulted an ancient?”

Aloth was standing there, looking foreboding and smug.

She smiled brightly, and Yelfon transformed behind her, and she walked toward Aloth. “Did I assault you?”

He blinked. “You struck me with the disk?”

“Did I? How could I have knocked you down. I can barely reach your face from here. What possible position could you have been in for me to actually make contact with your head hard enough to knock you out?”

He blinked and looked at the avatar. “We were having lunch—”

“You were feeding me herbal sedatives...” She smiled. “Just a moment. Let me give you a little something.”

She pulled the memory together and kissed him, using lust to break into his mind and give him one of the memories that had changed the men she sought in her life.

He stumbled back and started shaking. He collapsed and sobbed.

Mathla grabbed her arm. “What did you do?”

“I gave him empathy. When I was eighteen, I married, and my husband liked to use drugs and force to get his way. We were married for four months and legally entangled for five years before I was free of him. My father helped me get away and stay away. Aloth is reliving my wedding night.”

Mathla looked at him. “How long will it last?”

“It lasted until dawn, but I gave him highlights. He should be a little more empathetic in five minutes. You might want to ask any female novices who have been near him if he tried to engage in psychic or physical seduction.”

Her stomach rumbled. “I never did get any food.”

Mathla frowned. “It is far too late to get anything.”

Yelfon spoke. “Master Elizabeth, if you would care to have a snack. You have had a very tiring day.”

She turned, and a huge picnic was spread over the grass. Yelfon was kneeling, and he poured her a glass of wine. “It is safe, I promise.”

Mathla stared. “Yelfon? What are you doing?”

Libby walked over and took the cup of wine from him, sitting at the edge of the picnic cloth.

“I was the first to