Chapter Thirty-three
Hamel noticed how high the sun sat in the sky. Based on Earth’s time, he estimated they had shorter days. Great, just what he needed. Next time he came over, which better be never, he’d have Sefu drop him a bit closer. Like ten miles closer.
“Wilson, how much farther? I’m running out of time. I only have until sunset.”
Wilson turned to him. “You don’t see it, Clint?”
Hamel turned in a full circle. “I don’t see anything but dirt. No offense, but your planet isn’t the most beautiful.”
“It is not. I heard the land was once full of green plants and living creatures. But when the demons took over, it became this. It is truly sad.”
“So, what am I supposed to see that I don’t?” He squinted but only saw emptiness.
Wilson gasped. “The palace. You do not see the palace?”
“I’m going to say no to that.”
“Ah, you must not be a believer. You cannot touch or see everything that exists with human hands and eyes, Clint. Sometimes, you must let yourself believe.”
Hamel sighed. “You aren’t the first to tell me that today. How do I . . . believe?”
“Close your eyes,” Wilson instructed. “Now, open yourself to the world around you. Let everything in you reach out, and let all that is out, in. Only when allowing your sixth sense, the power of the mind, to roam freely will you see all that is there. By holding it in so tightly, so closed, you depend on your five human senses. Those are not enough for the truth.”
Hamel did his best to do what Wilson said. He felt a little change in him, but nothing earth-shattering. Then his animal instincts took control and opened to the world his human self wouldn’t see. His eyes opened, and he stumbled back and fell. Directly in front of him was a temple like only Hollywood could create. Marble walls rising fifty feet into the air. Sparkling floors with tall columns, statues, and stuff he’d never seen before.
“Holy hell. Where did that come from?”
“It has always been there, Clint. You just chose not to see it. Let us go to the throne room.”
“Hold up.” He lifted his sword, which had marked the trail to the return rock pile. “Help me put this in the leather thing on my back.”
“It is called a sheath, Clint.” Wilson floated behind him. Hamel poked the sword over his shoulder. “More to the left.” He poked again. “Too far away, get closer to your body.” He stabbed again. “Close, you almost made it.” He jabbed again. “No, now you are too far right.”
Frustration exploded in Hamel. “Wilson! Goddammit. Would you just put the fucking thing in?” He didn’t know or care how Wilson slid the oversized knife into the sheath. Just as long as he did. “Okay, let’s get going. Things to see, people to do.”
Hamel followed Wilson, taking in the magnificence surrounding them. Who would’ve thought demons lived so well? Why in the world would they want to come to Earth?
A warm hand touched his back. He turned to see three very beautiful women dressed in white draping toga-like dresses. Gold glittered on their fingers, ears, feet. One hurried around him.
“Hello, ladies.” The two giggled and stepped closer. Their fingers brushed down his arms and chest.
“We have never seen a man so well . . . taken care of.”
“Yes, I try to eat right and work out when I can.” The ladies circled him, fingernails leaving light trails across his skin. He felt a palm glide over his ass. That was going a bit too far. He was here to find his mate. Melinda’s beautiful eyes flashed into his mind.
He turned back to Wilson to find the third lady pushing him through a door then closing it. She hurried back to the group and joined in the maul. Their voices were soothing, cajoling. They glided him toward a side room. Inside, plush pillows and blankets covered the floor. Food and gold wine goblets sat on tables. A delicious smell perfumed the air, but he didn’t know what it was.
The women kept up their ministrations. Hamel relaxed, realizing they wouldn’t hurt him. From somewhere, more women came in, all touching, loving him. Succulent grapes were offered from fingers painted fire-engine red on the tips. A cup was shoved into his hand. They encouraged him to drink, drink.
Hamel’s head felt light, like he had nothing in the world to worry about. In fact, he couldn’t remember why he was here. He drank more from the cup. When had the room become so hazy?
He was guided deeper into the room and rested on the pillows. So soft, so comfy. He could stay here all day. Hmmm, he felt so good. Lips caressed his skin. Succulent, sweet lips. So good.
Hands glided down his chest to his buckskin pants. Wonderful pressure surrounded his cock. Hot and moist. He could come quickly, feeling light and horny. Melinda’s mouth was as good as her pussy felt. Melinda. His Melinda.
He opened his eyes to see a gaggle of naked women writhing around him and on one another. Tongues flicked plump clits, highly aroused. Mouths sucked in nipples, nipping and licking. Slender fingers pumped in and out of wet pussies, squelching. Moans filled the foggy air. What was he breathing? It made him giddy and hornier.
Melinda. Where was Melinda? A hot palm wrapped around his stone-hard cock. He was completely naked. Chills ran up his legs as more lips made their way along his skin. Goddamn, it felt so good. If he could just come with Melinda, he’d be perfect. Melinda.
The woman trying to put her mouth around his cock wasn’t his love, wasn’t his mate. He jerked away from the seductive orgy surrounding him. Fuck, if this wasn’t a man’s wet dream, he didn’t know what was. But he wasn’t into that anymore. He had a mate to find.
Yes, he was here to find Melinda, who they took. His head cleared enough to realize he’d been tricked by a harem of succubi. Hands reached for him, drawing him into the group. No fucking way. Not again. He tried to push away, sliding across the floor. Sunlight came from the corner of the room. He crawled toward it, hoping his mind wouldn’t succumb further, because his body wanted him to stay. Fingers latched on to his legs. Ah, shit!