Free Winded by Sherri L. King

a pearly spray as hot as lava. He groaned, his eyes shut tight, his
jaw clenched, his lips parted around gritted teeth. His creamy ejaculation
glistened on her skin, pale and beautiful in the silvery light.
    She arched her back like a cat when he rubbed his cream into
her skin. It tingled where it touched her, reminding her in no uncertain terms
how it would someday feel when he spent himself inside her.
    Vetiver wanted to drink his cum. There would come a day, and
that day would be soon—she vowed it silently—that she would suck him dry with
her thirsty lips. And then she would ride him until his sac was tight and
drained of all he had to give.
    Below, the eye of the hurricane moved over Merrymint.
    “Come, dearest,” Boreas said, still catching his breath with
some effort. Eyes still alight with the ecstasy of his release. “The doorway
lies open. We will pass through now, before the hurricane and the ocean closes
it against us.”
    He lifted her in his arms and flew them down to earth. The
eerie silence over the land held long enough for Boreas to carry her through
the opening in the ground beneath the stone that had seen his entry into her
world. As the darkness closed over her, the roar of the cyclone resumed,
consuming the island and the threat it presented to all mankind.
    “Goodbye,” Vetiver whispered, crying already as Boreas
swiftly took them deeper into the caverns that led to his home.
    She didn’t stop crying until he had laid her in his warm
bed—a real bed, not clouds as she’d half expected, but an incredibly plush
mattress and thickly piled blankets—and Ball shoved his nose in her face,
licking away her tears. He was back in the familiar doggie shape she knew best.
He harrumphed and sat on the bed, nearly unseating her.
    And that quickly, her sorrow abated.
    Nothing mattered so long as she had her family with her.
    Boreas and Ball, they were her family. Her world. They loved
her, witch that she was. And she loved them, her Shikar warrior and her
shape-shifting, immortal guard dog.
    The tears dried, forgotten, and Ball smiled at her as if to
say, I told you everything would be all right .
    And everything was all right. It was better than all
right.
    Everything was perfect.

Epilogue
     
    Vetiver handed the case to Boreas, watching him closely to
gauge his reaction. He opened it and whispered the words she had taught him
before lifting the gun. “It feels…” He shuddered and dropped it as the gun
suffused with a vibrant emerald glow in response to the magical words that had
awakened it.
    “Sorry.” Vetiver grabbed the gun just before it struck the
ground. Her agile reflexes still astonished her. She whispered the words to dim
it. “I did warn you.”
    “It still surprised me,” he admitted, eyes wide on the
weapon that, by her command, no longer glowed. “It was warm, almost hot, but
there was no pain.”
    “It took some time, but I made certain it was Shikar safe. Now
if any of the others who use these weapons run out of ammo, they can rely on
its light to protect them. It will burn any Daemon it touches. The gun itself
can be used to cut like one of your Foils when it’s lit up against an enemy.”
    Vetiver was now a Shikar, transformed by Boreas’ semen mere
days after they had arrived here. Ushered through the death of her human form
with the aid of Emily—another former human turned Shikar, a Traveler who had
shown her the way back from oblivion, to awaken in her husband’s loving arms.
Reborn, Vetiver Device was still a child of nature, able to walk in full
sunlight—so few other Shikars could claim the same ability—and she used that to
fuel her other natural abilities that had only grown stronger with her
transformation.
    Imbuing weapons with the power to burn Daemons to ashes had
quickly become a passion of hers. After coming here with Boreas, Vetiver had
become determined to prove her worth to his people. She’d cast wards on every
border of their underground city.