Author: Tonati
Series: Original
Rating: Romance, Fantasy and Adventure. PG-13
for mild violence
Beta: Symshimself
Summary: After their wedding, Zhyan and Tonati
(Spark) enjoy their honeymoon.
Disclaimers: Zhyan Dekodoria is used with
permission of his author. Most of the massage scene was donated by Salix the
Dryad. Vague references to Thundercats Universe might be mentioned. Thundercats
is property of Lorimar and/or others. No copyright infringement is intended.
Tonati
and Zhyan meandered giggling into the room assigned to them for their Swedish
massages. Being still on their honeymoon, they had ordered the special service.
After the wedding�s reception, Zhyan had brought them here, to the wonderful
Spa Resort of the Mountain, to spend three days. This was the first one and it
had been extraordinary so far.
�Oh God, isn�t he beautiful?� She thought, trying to hold back another giggle. The things he had
just suggested to her made her face feel real hot. �I am the luckiest woman in the universe!� They walked into the
place holding each other's hands. With an effort, she diverted her gaze from
him and looked around.
She found lots of plants bearing sweet-smelling
flowers, fountains with fat cherubs poised on them with burbling water, the
walls were painted in soothing earth tones and the lights were dimmed
romantically.
�Mmmh, really nice.� She thought and tightened the grip on his hand. He smiled and his thumb caressed the back of her hand.
A
young man popped his head in the room and instructed them to strip down to
their underwear.
Zhyan
chuckled "I don't know if I want people seeing you in that state of
undress"
Tonati
only smiled as she pulled her tunic over her head, and her heart swelled with
pride at her husband's sharp intake of breath as he caught a glimpse of her
smooth brown skin.
::You do not have to worry, beloved. They can look all they want. The main feature is for your eyes only. Oh, dear. That look! You always make me shiver when you look at me that way, Zhy.::
She stood there in front of him, having only her underwear on. This was one of the sets Peachyra and Salix had given her: a dark red lacy bra with high cut panties, all in satin. Her eyes gleamed when her hands started to undo the hooks of her bra; never losing eye contact with him, she set her breasts free from the garment. He was also taking off his clothes, fumbling on the buttons and zippers when she played with the hemline of her panties. He managed to finish the unbuttoning of his clothing and Tonati saw the ghost of his wings appear on his back. He was having problems focusing to keep them in another dimension as he had been doing since they arrived at the resort. Smiling evilly, Tonati grabbed a sheet and used it to cover herself; she then slid the piece of lingerie down her hips.
When
they were undressed and wrapped in their sheets, the door opened again. A
blond, buff 6' 2" tall Swedish man entered the room and appraised the
couple.
Tonati froze as she watched someone opening the door but she recovered quickly. Turning swiftly to give her back to the newcomer and she fixed the sheet securing it around her. Smiling widely, Zhyan folded their garments on a nearby table setting their light weaponry at a side, his wings invisible once more..
Turning
to the woman, with a look a touch more than appreciative, the blonde said
"I am Sven, I vill rub"
Looking at the masseur, Tonati used her hand to disguise a smirk making it look
as if she hid a yawn. She was thinking about how fitting Sven was for a
promotional brochure; he was standing there and posing like a Greek athlete. He
signaled her to get on the massage table.
Tonati grinned as she lay down on a table. Yes she was married but,
just because she was on a diet, it didn't mean she couldn't peruse the menu! As
Sven�s large warm hands started working her muscles, she heard him tell Zhy:
"Olga be in a minute"
::mm, Olga� I bet she is
Sven�s twin sister�:: Tonati giggled.
:: A serious case of steroids. Mmmh... Sven has good hands.::
Tonati felt herself relax under his magic touch. All the tension from and prior the wedding ceremony the day before melted away. She was warm and fell into a slight doze.
Her
reverie was suddenly interrupted as she felt a breath of cool air waft across
her face; she opened one eye only to see that Olga had walked into the room.
Olga
was 5'6" with nearly white blonde hair, and wicked green eyes; her white
coat seemed a little too tight for her voluptuous body, as painfully obvious by
her bosom nearly overflowing the neckline, affording a generous view of her
deep cleavage.
Tonati's
eyes narrowed as she watched how the bimbo instructed Zhy to lie down on the
table, and when she started rubbing his back, he didn't look unhappy!
::She
certainly does not look like Sven�s twin sister!:: She bit her lip and watched how Olga instructed
the archangel to lay down so she could work on him. ::She looks like a
Valkyrie�and I think Zhy agrees with me. But...:: She thought with a
pout ::I looked too, and I suppose there's no harm.::
She
did, however, resolve to keep an eye on the situation. She started to relax
again, letting the massage work her tense spots, again her daze was ruined,
this time by a throaty giggle. Tonati shot up on her hands glaring, that puta was purring to Zhyan in an intimate
tone of voice, how dare she!
::What in the Land of Death does she think she
is doing?:: Tonati emitted a low growl. She felt a tap on her shoulder and
looked up to see Sven, looking mildly irritated, his arms impatiently crossed.
Sullenly she lay back down, this time, keeping an active eye on the table
across from hers.
Not
even a minute later, Olga started to run her fingers through the angel's hair,
and said in a sultry voice: "Such lovely colour, violet, ja?"
Tonati watched how Zhyan shivered at her touch. That did it! In a flicker of an instant, the Aztec woman was off her table and from their belongings extricated her weapon. Tonati rushed behind the Swedish woman and had one hand buried in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck at the wicked looking blade. Somehow, Tonati had managed to barely keep the sheet around her body while handling Olga.
Tonati
rejoiced in the startled look of the woman. She was not surprised at all.
People tended to diminish her as a threat due to her small frame. "They do
not call me 'Little Lightning' since my childhood for nothing." She hissed
in her victim's ear. "Now I suggest, first of all, you get your hands off
my husband or you will find yourself providing this 'touching' service at the
underworld."
Trembling
violently, the woman did so.
"And
second of all, I would suggest you stick only
to your job from now on, am I clearly understood?"
The
woman nodded, petrified by the cool blade at her throat.
"Better
yet," said Tonati, throwing her hostage contemptuously to the floor.
"get out, I will do him myself."
Crazed
with fear, Olga sat there whimpering.
"I
said get out!" Shouted the Aztec woman. "Fuera! Pronto!� Tonati used
her blade to show the blonde the direction in which she should get lost.
The
other woman darted for the door, nearly ripping it off in her haste to get out.
Tonati
turned to her smirking husband. He was seated on the table with the sheet
wrapped around his waist. Never releasing the knife, she approached to hug
Zhyan and using her free hand, she caressed his lilac locks.
�Violet!
Ha!� Tonati snorted. �I bet she could not tell the difference between red and
maroon!�
Closing
her eyes she nuzzled his neck. Tonati liked the scented oil fumes that were
rising from his skin. The mixed aroma suited him. He began to caress her
shoulders with his strong hands.
"I'd
say that was a little less polite than she was used to." He noted.
"I don't care," Tonati purred, "I got a right to protect what is mine." Tonati continued with her nuzzling, pressing her warm body against his.
"What
about him?" Zhyan nodded to a spot behind her.
She
looked and there was poor Sven, not looking so buff anymore. He was plastered
to the wall in terror. The woman gazed longingly and then sighed; it was only
fair after all. She glared at the aghast Viking. He could have made a fine
slave, perhaps even a good sacrificial offering, but she would let him go. She
had very important issues between hands. More precisely, between her arms.
�You can go too." She said, waving her hand
imperiously.
Sven, hardly believing his luck, bolted from the
room slamming the door behind him. Tonati locked the door and sidled up to her
husband with a smile. She watched him with a predatory look in her eyes.
::Oh,
Zhy... you are so mine. I do not plan to share:: She
thought and grinned while she slowly approached the massage table, never losing
eye contact with him. She loved to get lost within those deep, alluring eyes.
His eyes gleamed, beckoning at her. 'What now?' He seemed to say with his
bright smile
::Oh, I
will show you.:: Tonati
caressed his pectorals and pushed him back onto the table. The archangel
reassumed his position and rolled to lie on his stomach. The sheet was over his
hips and it allowed her to see the magnificence of most his body. His broad
shoulders and the firm muscles denoted the good form he was in.
::Yes, in
such a good form...:: Tonati spanked him lightly, and
chortled when he grunted with faked outrage. Turning around she examined the
supplies at her disposition. Towels, oils, sea salts, volcanic clay, and
seaweed for body wrapping were the labels on display. �Mmmh�� She smiled.
Choosing the oils, she picked up a rose and cedar
mix. Tonati poured and warmed the oil in her hands before she started to work
on his back and shoulders. Zhyan gasped lightly when his wife began to touch
him, ever so gently. Her first strokes were light and her hands fanned over his
skin, softly pressing and kneading his muscles. He knew she was very good with
her hands and a couple of times Zhyan had wondered how and where she had
acquired such skill.
Tonati smiled and soon found a nice rhythm, always
keeping her hands on him. She was going to make him say this was the best
massage his wife had given him, ever! Tonati giggled. It was, officially, the
first massage Zhyan�s wife had given him. She would make it great
She caressed him, his shoulders, and his flanks and
listened to his breath and heartbeat set for a slow rhythm. And so, they lost
track of time.
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The noises coming from the locked door became loud
enough to finally call her attention. Blinking drowsily Tonati stood up
and wrapped the sheet around her body, to go and open the door just a bit. The
clock on the wall in front of her told her that they had used all their massage
time and a bit of overtime. Then she noticed the young couple in swimming
attire as they tried to make an entrance through the ajar door.
�Wait, wait, wait. Please restrain your ponies!�
Tonati held up her hand to prevent their intrusion. �This room is not on
duty. Sorry." Tonati smiled at them and tried to close the door.
�But Jenna and I arranged for a session!� said the
young man. His skin was pale, he was very thin and had a light muscle toning.
His blue eyes were apathetic though, as if he was very tired and his dark brown
hair accentuated his weary look.
�Indeed!� said Jenna. She was a medium height
blonde, with blue eyes of a different hue than those of the man. Her brow was
creased in a deep scowl. �And it is due now! We paid for it and we won�t
get a refund, so we are getting the bloody massage!�
�uh, Jenna�?�
�Shut up Alex, let me handle this.�
�Look.� Tonati frowned at the couple. �The masseurs
got sick and are unavailable. If you give me your data, I�ll��
�Our names are on the waiting list!� Jenna
exclaimed. �We are scheduled for a massage and we will get it!�
Tonati looked at Zhyan from the corner of her eye
and noted he had his eyes open and was trying to sit up. After a few attempts,
he succeeded and appeared to be listening to the heated voice. He looked too
dozy, though, to understand the words. He seemed to be totally focused on the
experience he'd had. There was a big smile on his face.
Closing the door, Tonati smiled at Jenna and Alex charmingly
asking them to wait an instant; she then walked to her husband who kissed her
deeply. In short time and after a few deikindrian whimpers, Tonati had managed
to get herself and a very affectionate archangel into a robe and off the
massage table. She placed all their belongings except her purse in a sheet and
hung them from her shoulder. She kissed Zhyan one more time before she led him
out of the room.
Immediately the young couple entered with Tonati
waiting outside the room. She whispered to Zhyan to go ahead while, through the
ajar door, she was able to see the smug face Jenna threw at her companion.
�See, Alex? Told you.� The blonde girl snickered.
�Told you we�d get it...�
�Oh, yes.� Tonati mimicked her in a whisper. �You
said you'd get it and you should get it.� Reaching into her purse, she
retrieved a small vial. As soon as she pulled out its stopper, a green mist
emerged from it. Tonati gently blew it inside the room and quickly placed the
stopper back in the vial. Once she heard some coughs, she closed the door and
followed Zhyan into their room to change for dinner.
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Tonati was happy and tingly. As she arrived to their
assigned quarters she walked softly around the suite, trying to locate her
husband, until her nose found a trace of moisture and soap in the air.
�The shower!� She smiled and strode her way to the
bathroom where she was greeted by a steamy cloud. She tried to find Zhyan
within the mist, but he was not there. By opening a small window she allowed the
steam to escape the room; turning around, she finally saw the note jammed on
the mirror�s frame.
�Please,
meet me at the Misty Dining Room.
I
am waiting for you there.
XXX
Zhy.�
Tonati took the note and read it twice. With a
delighted grin, she prepared herself for the shower. This was the first one and
it had been extraordinary, so far. Besides the Valkyrie incident, all the
service had been excellent. And the Jenna incident promised lots of fun for
later. She knew the food would meet the standards, but she was not sure if her
actual cravings were of nourishing nature.
�mmmh, this is nice.� Tonati was enjoying the
shower, without noticing the lack of the apprehensive feeling she usually had
at the Fortress while having a bath.
She knew there wasn�t much time, so she hurried.
From her wardrobe she chose a red strapless gown, with matching shoes and gloves in a cream
colour. She combed her hair in a bun and wore the obsidian dragon necklace
Zhyan had trusted her with; the same one her father had placed on her neck at
the wedding. She added a plain pair of silver earrings to the attire and a
simple style of make-up to finish it all.
In matter of minutes she was outside the Dinning
Room expecting for the Maitre to lead her to her table, quite aware of the stares
as she walked to a table in one of the more private areas of the room. The
place was decorated in dark earth tones providing a more secluded atmosphere
for the customers, allowing them to be in a dim illuminated room.
Tonati smiled as soon as she saw him. Zhyan was
wearing a tailored black suit with a grey shirt and a silk tie. His lilac hair
fell on his back with a few rebel bangs framing his face, as he sipped an amber
liquid from a crystal goblet. When Zhyan saw her approach, he emptied his cup and
licked his lips. His eyes followed her all the way, making her heart accelerate
its beat. He stood up and his greet made her blush deeply. As the gentleman he
was, Zhyan had taken her small hand and delicately placed a tender kiss on the
back of her palm.
�Very beautiful.� He told her, his shining eyes
never leaving her face. �I am the envy of all the males in this room.�
Chortling softly at his wife�s deep blush, he
escorted Tonati to her seat and asked for some appetizers while they perused
the menu.
�Ÿœ �Ÿœ �Ÿœ �Ÿœ �Ÿœ
�Could you please, stop that?� Zhyan said.
�Stop what, dear?� asked Tonati, looking at him.
�That!� He gestured at her with a plea in his eyes.
Tonati looked around, confused. She had been
nibbling on a piece of buttered bread while she was considering the lasagna
over the grilled snarf salad. Some of the butter was adhered around her mouth
and she had licked it. As she was searching for the source of Zhyan�s distress,
she did it once more.
�That does it!� Zhyan exclaimed and Tonati watched
him move closer to her. He took a quick glance around them and his hand darted
to her nape. She felt him hold her in place, knowing he could sense how much
she was trembling. She observed his mouth and watched as he made his tongue
flick on her flesh, finally picking up the butter. She was breathless and
whimpered at the hunger she saw in his expression.
Tonati felt helpless; she wanted to move but was
unable to do so. She wanted him, longed to feel his touch once more but she
remained seated there, paralyzed under his scrutiny. She parted her lips and he
accepted the invite. She felt herself being pulled into a predatory, zealous
kiss and her fingers crumpled the menu in her hands. She kissed him as well,
giving back as good as she got.
They had started to devour each other, when a polite
cough broke the spell and the kiss. Their waiter had arrived with their
selected wine. The man did not blink and kept a professional face on, while
Zhyan approved the wine and ordered.
�Why did you stay behind, love?� Zhyan asked when
they were leisurely trying the main course.
�mmh?�
�After the um... massage.� Blushing slightly, he
offered her more wine, which she accepted. �Why did you stay behind?� He
observed the evil glint in her eyes as she recalled the event. �You�re going to
tell me, aren�t you?� he asked.
�Sorry, dear.� She blinked and smiled at him. �Of
course I will. Do you remember a young couple who wanted to use the room?�
�Yes.� He said, �Yes.� He said, and speared some of
his vegetables. �I remember the woman had a loud screeching voice.�
�And she was not very polite either.� Tonati�s eyes
glared for a moment. �So, I decided to teach them some manners.�
�Oh? What did you do?� He smiled and took her hand
to rub her palm with his thumb
�Nothing much. I only added a special mist to the
room.� Tonati chortled. �It will make them, umh� let's say that each time they
argue, their hormones will trigger a special reaction in their dermis. They
will become candidates for the ehh... scientific study of modern werewolves.�
She emitted a humorless snigger.
�You turned them into werewolves?� Zhyan started to
chuckle. �Half animal creatures?�
�No.� Tonati loved to see him smile, to hear him
laugh. �They, at least she, already is that. I only gave them such a bad case
of hirsutism (1), no electrolysis will help them in a looooong while.�
Zhyan�s chuckle became a full laugh as he imagined
the outcome.
�And then...� Zhyan looked at her, perplexed. He
changed the rub of his fingers on her hand to a tight grasp. �Their limbs will
turn purple as gangrene eats their flesh, unstoppable and�� Tonati smiled
sweetly at her husband, winking. �But that would happen only if they are stung
by a rare and otherwise harmless black scorpion.�
The archangel grinned and took her palm to his lips,
kissing it softly. �And so evil too. We need to talk more about this.�
:By
Xochiquetzal�s feathered fan...: She thought. :The way he makes me feel� does he have an
idea of what he does to me?:
The priestess blushed. "Really, the more they
fret, the more hair will grow. I didn�t have a scorpion at hand."
Zhyan was going to make a comment but a young
waitress who appeared at their side called his attention. She was pushing a
small chart filled with silver trays.
�Here is dessert!�
Zhyan said happily at the covered fountain the waitress placed in front
of them. Only then, Tonati noticed that the remnants of their meal had been
cleared from the table. She did not remember it happening and smiled, amused
with herself. She had been too busy, talking with Zhyan, to notice.
�Would you try some of these?� Zhyan�s voice called
her. He was still smiling and he was offering her a small cup with the biggest
strawberries Tonati had ever seen. �Cream or chocolate dipped?� he asked. �Or
do you want them... au natural?�
�Can I try them all?� Tonati took one berry and
dipped it in the cream. She licked the cream off of the fruit before she sucked
it in and ate it. She took off her glove and grabbed another fruit to be dipped
in chocolate this time. She rubbed the fruit against Zhyan�s mouth, making sure
that her thumb touched his lips when he accepted her gift.
�Love�� Zhyan whispered.
�mmmh?� Tonati smiled at him and moved her fingers
to caress his jaw line.
�Let�s go to our room," He sighed when her
thumb caressed his lower lip. �Now�.
Tonati could see his need and love, matching her
own. Her first impulse was to acquiescence his husky request, but she felt too
playful to comply easily
Both
could feel the quickening of their hearts when their eyes locked. Zhyan gulped
down the rest of his wine and signaled a waiter for their bill. He put his
signature on the bill without more than a glance at it, for Tonati was
distracting him. She was dipping a strawberry in the cream, stirring it before
she slowly licked it clean, just to dip it in the cream again.
Zhyan
left the pen on the small tray with the bill and pulled her close once more for
a kiss, surprising her. Tonati did not fight him and surrendered immediately;
she closed her eyes and let her other senses sing. His right hand cupped her
nape and with his left one he held her waist.
Tonati
trembled as he tightened the grip on her body. She moaned when his kiss turned
more fierce and stole her breath. Conscious only of how his body was closely
touching hers, she attempted to match her breathing to his to try and get some
air into her lungs, hesitating to break contact. But she wanted him madly and grunted in her need. She kissed back
as hungry with their tongues wrestling wildly.
Tonati
became dizzy, but the sensation lasted for just a moment. She felt her back against a wall and opened her eyes to see that they had returned to their room; Zhyan had teleported them. She was breathless and pinned under his weight, gazing at him with wide shinning eyes
"I
love you, Tonati, my wife." He smiled at her.
"And
I love you too, Zhyan, my husband." She responded and kissed him tenderly
before resting her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "Mi Se�or
Pr�ncipe..." She sighed happily.
He kissed her head before he pulled the sheets
around them. Caressing the raven black hair he fell asleep next to her.
TBC�Day Two
Author notes:
(1) Hirsutism: Or hypertrichosis, is a condition in which too much hair grows on the face and body. Hypertrichosis, especially from birth, is rare, but well documented. In the past and even today, people with the condition have appeared in circuses as "wolf-men" or "dog-boys.