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him doing something else with his endless energy.

He smiled. “I suppose this is part of the taming.”

She glanced to the side, and there was a low table, cushions, and a decanter with cups. The enormous spread of food, meats, cheeses, fruits, and roasted vegetables was waiting. “Where can I wash my hands?”

He gave her a look, and her hands flared with blue-white flame. His went off a moment later. She scrambled off his lap and reclined on a bank of cushions but poured two cups of wine before she looked over the spread. He moved the cushions with a flick of his hand, and he took their place behind her. They ate, drank, shared their favourites, and then she learned that he knew every clasp on her dress and how fast he could find them.

The day definitely ended better than it had started.

Chapter Eleven

Libby didn’t want to go back to the monastery. She wanted to stay and explore Luon with Yelfon. She reluctantly followed him to the entry of the cavern.

“What is it, Elizabeth?”

“I am channelling an immature urge. I want to stay here.” She grumped.

He grinned. “I am flattered.”

“You should be. I never shirk work.”

He pressed her up against the cavern wall and said, “I can ask Luon to give you a day off.”

She sighed. “No. I still have more than half the ancients to meet. I also need to check on Aloth.”

“Why are you worried about him?”

“Because there was no malice. There was manipulation but no malice, if you understand what I mean. He was seeking personal pleasure, and the fact that they were living beings didn’t occur to him at all. He could have just masturbated then this wouldn’t have happened. He’s stupid, not evil. I have been in his mind a lot. Hm. That might be blurring my sensitivity to exposure.”

“It could be.” He kissed her neck, and she put a hand on his chest.

“Now, about those love bites you have been leaving all over me.”

He grinned. “I was surprised you didn’t notice earlier.”

“I don’t have a mirror. I saw it when I was getting changed in Mathla’s rooms.”

He cocked his head. “You do need better accommodation so I can visit you more often without running through the monastery. Some of the novices want to see if the blue rubs off.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Where are they rubbing?”

He grinned and lifted her against the wall, lowering her, and she felt his erection against her inner thigh as he moved her clothing out of the way.

The slow descent was enough to wake her body from its light dormancy from early morning sex an hour before.

He slid into her, and she shuddered, her head drooping back. He chuckled and spoke in a husky tone. “I love it when you do that. It is like your total focus is being wrapped around me.”

She was panting as her own body was pushing her onto him. “What else would I be thinking of right now?”

He lifted her high and released the clasp that covered her breasts. The fabric gaped open, and his lips and tongue coasted along her breasts while he lifted and dropped her onto him, then pinned her against the wall and thrust furiously.

She screamed when her body curled around his, and he groaned and shuddered as his own release struck. They panted together, and she whispered, “When are we going to try the slow one again?”

He chuckled and bit the side of her breast playfully. “When you stop writhing the moment I am inside you.”

She blushed, and eventually and with a little cleansing fire, she was ready to head back to the monastery.

It was two weeks later when she saw Yelfon again. Master Kiol was cataloguing the memories of the first rain, the first beach, and the first windstorm that the three ancients had offered to her. She only had two ancients left, and so far, they had both declined to meet her.

She returned to the monastery and got a message that she was to dress and meet Mathla-Luon in their garden. The outfit was Yelfon’s design, so she scrambled out of her robe and underwear and into the layers of pleated silk and gilded sashes.

She walked the halls with the scarf-sleeves billowing, and when she got to the garden, she looked around for Yelfon, but he wasn’t there. She scowled. She had been about to jump him.

Mathla-Luon smiled and beckoned her over. “Come and have a seat, Libby. You are looking bright this afternoon.”

“Um, thank you. This is the right outfit, right? Is Yelfon here?”

“You can’t sense him?”

Libby followed her instinct, and she saw the silvery cloud of smoke and mist that swirled, and where it passed, there was an addition to the monastery.

“He thought it was time that you had your own quarters, and I did agree to it when you became a Master.” The avatar walked up behind her.

She smiled. “Yes, it was agreed to. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Mathla-Luon smiled. The soul of the world said, “I could not have built this place without him. When Mathla and I drove out the inhabitants, we only managed to create what we have with Yelfon’s help. He is a dear friend.”

“I thought as much when I found out it was Dremarai genes that I was treated with. I was altered as much as possible while maintaining my Terran designation.”

“He said that you had discussed it. I am glad. You are doing very well for one who has just been introduced to this particular situation.”

“Have you contacted the Dremarai and asked them about any myths or legends about him?”

“I have. They are forwarding some of their documents and legends to us. We should have a fairly complete history soon. We have also contacted the great Alliance Archive to see what they can find. We have expanded the query to the other ancients as well.”

“What did Aloth think of my proposal?”

“He was very keen to know if there were actually women out there who would bear

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