CREATION SPARK

The night passed as if we existed within a dream.

I had never been with a female before, human or otherwise, outside of a few fumbled encounters during my times in Londinium, and I treated Rainbow as if she was a complicated mystery I could not easily solve without an enormous amount of effort.

She, in turn, seemed to delight in my inexperience, and guided me with gentleness, both of us laughing at my mistakes, until I had achieved a deeper understanding of what carnal pleasure truly meant. That her pleasure is something to be savored and enjoyed far more than my own.

I was holding her in my arms as we rested for a few minutes, when she burst into tears. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I was just wishing Cornflower was here to share this night with us.”

I pushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Jack told me her death would hit you hard.”

She nodded. “Jack’s perceptive, for a male.” I stepped down hard on my retort as she curled up and laid her head on my abdomen. “I don’t want you to take this wrong, but I needed you to help me through this. Cornflower was my best friend as a child, and the first lover I ever had. I needed you to be carnal with me to help me grieve.” She tilted her head to look at my face. “I know that’s cold, yet that’s the way we are. Carnality’s so much a part of us… a burden really, when you think of it. Something we cannot change, even if we wanted to.”

Her words stung my heart like gentle bees, for in that moment I realized my feelings for her went far deeper as I made myself smile. “Not cold, just being honest. All of the girls I know back in England are never honest the way you are.”

“My mother mentioned that, saying it irritated her to no end. But she also told me they had no choice, living under the strange code of morality the British have.” She smiled. “Speaking of which, I’m sure those young women would be appalled at the way I’m corrupting your morals.”

“In the words of Martin Luther: ‘Go and sin boldly’.” Rainbow giggled before I kissed her, using my tongue to caress her breasts in the way she liked, before moving my head lower.

In time, the effects of the Aethyr diminished, and finding ourselves hungry, we made our way down the ladder to see if any of the stew remained. The flames had gone to coals, but the iron pot was quite warm to the touch, and I got the fire going again while Rainbow dished up what was left before making us more tea. I finished my bowl and then hers when she said she was full, and as I scraped the last piece of squash out with my spoon, she stared into the fire with an expression so serious that I set my bowl down and stroked her cheek with my finger. “What are you thinking?”

She looked at me and smiled. “That someone’s breaking the rules again.” I chuckled as her face became serious once more. “Do you wish your first time had been with a human and not with me?”

Rainbow’s tone was light, yet I could sense the underlying seriousness of her question. So, I decided to tell her what was in my heart. “Honest answer?” She nodded. “No, I am truly glad my first time was with you. Eldarions, at least the ones I have met, have all seemed strange to me, yet you are different.” Her eyebrows arched and I added, “Exotic, perhaps, or unworldly, like you stepped off one of those planetoids they draw energy from.” A lock of hair had fallen onto her face and I brushed it back with my thumb. “Beautiful.”

She took my hand and kissed my palm, sending shivers up my spine. “You are strange to me as well. All big and tall,” letting go of my hand to run a finger along my bare chest, “with hard muscles.”

“On the trip coming here, Drog made sure I kept up with my…” I shuddered with pleasure as she reached out and began running her forefinger down my abdomen. “Training,” I gasped.

Rainbow pulled her hand back and looked at me. “Mother told me about a human she had once, in the Olde Norse Empire after Shabaka was forced to leave her. Even though her body had healed from the wounds she had transferred to herself, her scars still hurt and her soul was ragged. She was angry, raw with hatred over the way she had been treated. Then she found a man, a human, who understood that her pain was like an infection, needing to be lanced. He used her savagely as she wanted him to do, letting her call him whatever vile names she wanted. But then, when she was spent, he listened to my mother without judging her and held her while she cried. No Eldarion would ever do that.”

“What happened to him?”

“She loved that human until she no longer needed him and they parted ways. Soon after, she traveled back here and eventually found one of our people who gave her a full blood child… just not the one she was supposed to have.” Rainbow looked sad for a moment. “Mother told me she still loved that human; her beast, she called him, with skin pale white as an ogre’s and as hairy as an ape.” I went to touch her but she grasped my hand. “I don’t know if you’ll understand this or not, but right now I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

Rainbow was breathing fast as she sat on the edge of the table and pulled off her robe. “I want to feel what she did when he treated her so cruel. I want to know what the ancient Eldarion felt like when their palaces were overthrown and the humans did to them as they wanted.” She leaned back. “Throw off the lover you’ve been tonight and take me as a savage human, no matter what I say to you.”

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The Aethyr still sang in my blood, muting my grandfather’s voice in my head and inflaming my passion. Rising to my feet, I grabbed Rainbow by her rail thin shoulders and pulled her towards me as I kissed her hard, grabbing her hands and holding them together behind her back when she tried pushing me away. “I could hurt you,” I gasped as I held her fast with one hand while my other grasped her breasts and began fondling them while she squirmed.

“Then I’ll heal myself,” she shot back, snarling, “Don’t you dare kiss me again like that, you ugly, savage human-” I pulled her close again and put my mouth on hers, my tongue forcing itself on hers. Then I pushed apart her legs. She gasped as I entered her and began thrusting, her skinny legs wrapping themselves around my hips as she began to moan. She began crying out, louder and louder in a rising crescendo as I felt ready to erupt again and forced myself to remain in check, her cries more ragged as she gripped my shoulders. Then her body spasmed as she screamed and, like a dam too swollen with water, I burst inside her.

Still connected, we collapsed on the table, panting. She winced, and I felt a pang of guilt. “Are you alright?”

Rainbow gave me a wan smile. “Honest answer, I’m going to feel that in the morning, but I’m not going to heal myself. I need that pain. Now I understand why very few of the Eldarion-Maya are allowed intimate contact with humans: we enjoy it far too much.”

I smoothed away a lock of her hair, wanting to kiss her and not sure if she wanted me to. “Is that so bad?”

“Not from where I’m sitting.” We shared a laugh before her face grew serious. “Yet, from the standpoint of my people, I think it is. Carnality among the Eldarion has rules of behavior, as does everything else in our lives.” She laughed again. “I thought our people bad, but my mother told me the Europeans are far worse, while the Chinese-Eldarion have taken ritual to an art form. But with a human, all the rules get thrown out the window.” She stroked my face with her fingers. “I have always wanted to be taken like that and I wonder if the ancients felt the same way. No code of ritual rules to follow, just carnal pleasure.”

“How many Eldarion rules went out the window when I forced you to kiss me?”

“At least a dozen.” I leaned down and put my lips to hers, our tongues touching a moment before I pulled back. Rainbow smiled. “You see? I liked that, and I want you to continue doing so, yet no Eldarion would be so bold as to say that to me. We need our rituals as a way of keeping our society together. Ran-Li thinks the other, ancient Eldarions of the world lost sight of that, emboldening the humans to overthrow them, and that led to the decline of our race everywhere except among the Maya.”

“How long do you think your people will be able to keep the outside world at bay?”

“Not much longer,” she admitted with a sigh. “When Catherwood stayed with us the last time, he told us a lot about Londinium and the rest of the world. We can recreate much of what the Koncava devices do, yet creating Artifacts to sell to humans seems beneath us. Catherwood said there are a few craftsmen on Londinium’s South-side who enjoy what they do, while the rest only make Artifacts for other races if they cannot make money any other way.”

“Koncava do not have that problem. They would never build devices without getting something in return, of course, but they have begun producing simpler products for the common people to use, or selling large devices, like train engines, to her Majesty’s government or private companies, which everyone can take advantage of.”

“You see? We are walking on the edge of a precipice, trying to find the right path for our people.” Before I could respond, I gave out a huge yawn and Rainbow’s smile turned sardonic. “The Aethyr’s wearing off. Come on; let’s climb back up before-” She gasped. “I just felt it.” I gave her a puzzled look and she took my hand and placed it over her belly. “Feel that?”

Her abdomen gave off a strange heat. “Your belly feels warm.”

“The creation spark. My grandmother used to talk about it, how the ancient queens of the Eldarion would know the moment they were pregnant with a fighting queen who could transform into her spirit companion.” My eyes grew wide while hers teared up, Rainbow’s hands to her mouth as panic entered her voice. “What did that old woman give me?”

I pulled out of her and held onto Rainbow as she began to shake. “Shh, it will be alright.”

“But Jonathan, this baby-”

“Our baby.” I had not, until that moment, realized what this might mean, and I was just as terrified as the fear echoing on her face showed her to be. But I kept my own face calm. “I am not abandoning you.”

Her expression turned wary. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we are not going after Bella. In the morning, we are finding a way to get you somewhere safe.”

“What about your grandfather and the others?”

I looked away from her. “I cannot help him anymore,” I sighed as the truth stared me in the face. “To be honest, I could not have helped him even if we had not encountered the giant. This was a fool’s errand.”

Rainbow took a deep breath. “No, it wasn’t. Maybe this was my grandmother’s intention all along, to get us to this place where the last priestess of Ix-Chel could work her magic. Maybe all of this was one of Great Grandmother’s predestined events.”

“Maybe. In any case, tomorrow morning we turn around and head back the way we came.”

“Acorn said there’s a path leading to the shrine, and if the others are alright, they’re probably using it to come after us.”

I gave Rainbow a firm nod. “Tomorrow we find the shrine and work backwards, if we can. Great Grandmother will likely help-” I gave a massive yawn. “Us. Sorry.”

She squeezed my hand. “We’ll talk more in the morning. Right now-” Rainbow yawned as well and we both laughed, climbed the ladder into the loft and crawled back into bed. She curled up against me, the warmth of another person sleeping beside me a comfort I had never known, and as I began drifting into sleep, I wondered if I truly wanted to return to England at all.

I slept like the dead until a hand shook me awake. “Wha… what is it?” I rubbed the grit out of my eyes as I opened them.

Dame Kerry grinned as she stood over me. “Wakey, wakey; your rescuers have arrived.”

As I understand it, the Eldarion-Maya are having something of a crisis right now with other Eldarions. A movement has begun among the Eldarion race to ‘Get back to our roots’, with a number of them seeking to take refuge within the Eldarion-Maya homeland and escape from human society.

Unfortunately, they are bringing their own rituals and prejudices with them. Unlike the half-blood Eldarion females in the rest of the world, the Eldarion-Maya half-bloods refuse to be anything except who they are: respected members of the community, which includes full blooded Eldarions themselves. This is causing no small measure of angst among all of them, with calls on both sides for the other side to change.

Were I to take a side, it would be with those who were in the Yucatan first.