Eye of the Storm

The Eye of the Storm

Chapter 4

The sun was setting and the sky outside smudged with orange and magenta; a servant came into the room and bowed “Mistress, she has returned.”

Turning from the balcony the tall woman looked thoughtful. “All is well? Everything went to plan?”

“She is unharmed Mistress, the plan worked, he followed her right into the trap.”

“Good, good, send someone to bring him here – is he … alive?”

“I am unsure Mistress; I will make all the necessary arrangements.”

The Servant left the room and a black cat walked in. Bending to the cat’s level the woman stroked the creature’s sleek head. “I was worried about you my sweet – you have done very well” She scooped the cat into her arms and walked from the room “let’s go get you something to eat my dear.” She left the room and headed the same way as the servant, carrying the cat with her.

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Lucius woke to find himself in a room he had never seen before “where am I?” he muttered as he tried to sit up and found his entire body was aching from head to toe. Falling back against his pillows with a defeated sigh “urgh… how long have I been here?” Glancing around the room from where he lay, before he tried to sit up again and then finally he was able to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. Looking down he saw that he was wearing what appeared to be white linen trousers and shirt, these were definitely not his clothes, Lucius wondered where his own clothing was, and then even more importantly; where his cane and of course wand were.

The room was huge, the bed he was sitting on was very sumptuous and the four columns that stood at each corner of the bed were a dull golden gilt colour, the bed linen was very good quality white cotton. At the foot of the bed there was a gold and cream chaise, the entire room was dressed with rugs, antiques and paintings that Lucius could see were exquisite quality. Two large cream chairs and a long low daybed stood in front of a large fireplace which took up most of one of the walls.

It was then he realised that the room only had three walls. The wall opposite the bed was completely missing, in place of the wall there were several thick marble columns and the rest of the area was totally open, the only thing separating the room he was in from the balcony outside were floor length sheer drapes which were fluttering in the breeze. The fabric was sheer enough for him to see outside and he could see the long balcony which appeared to run the entire length of the building, but they filtered out the bright sun which would shine outside for the majority of the day.

Lucius walked over towards the sheer drapes and looked outside, the sun appeared to be setting, did this mean he had been here 24hours? It was night when he had followed the cat, so an entire day must have passed, and he had been unconscious the entire time. Turning and looking around the room again “just how did I get here?” he raised one hand and opened the drapes, stepping through onto the balcony.

Out on the balcony Lucius looked to see where he was. Below the window there was a large walled garden, the garden was flourishing and thriving despite beyond the high walls, for as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but sand dunes and miles of desert. This garden was like an oasis amid an arid sea of sand.

Whoever owned this property was evidently magical – who else could have a stunning garden like this in the middle of a desert? They could most certainly not be a muggle!

Turning from the view outside of the balcony, back toward the room he had just left, Lucius saw that right next to his there was another room. This room was very similar to the one he had woken up in. Peering into the room he tried to focus his eyes so that he could see through the sheer drapes. Seeing a small black figure sitting on the end of the bed, Lucius dashed into the room, rushing to the bed “Tempest!”

The cat merely stared at him.

“Tempest – please, talk to me!”

Still the cat just looked at him “I know I was wrong, I know I hurt you…”

“Hurt me?” the voice came from behind him “you killed me Lucius!”

Confused at first Lucius stared back at the cat – had it just spoken to him? “Tempest…” he whispered.

“Keep talking to yourself and I will have you sent to St Mungo’s Lucius.”

This time Lucius realised where the voice had come from and he spun around, coming face to face with Tempest. She looked slightly different, and yet somehow so familiar. Her hair was much longer; it fell like a sleek black waterfall past her waist, but her eyes were unmistakable, like dark amethysts gazing back at him.

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Tempest had thought it would be easy to face Lucius when she met him again, but the sight of him was like being hit with something heavy and hard in the chest; he literally took her breath away. Even with him standing here before her, unarmed and not wearing his usual well tailored suit and dark cloak – he was wearing the linen suit her servants had dressed him in when they had brought him here unconscious. He was still a little pale, but he was striking in appearance and still a formidable figure. Tempest had hoped to see him again, but had forgotten how handsome he was.

“Welcome to my home Lucius” she smiled and gestured to the building around them.

Lucius was still looking between Tempest and the cat. “You tricked me, it was a trap all along?” he looked around the room “where are my clothes … and WHERE” he bellowed “is my WAND?”

“It’s safe Lucius; I could not have you killing me again quite so soon now could I?”

“I have not come here to kill you, I was looking for you”

“Miss me did you?” Tempest teased.

“I did not say…” Lucius faltered.

“Oh calm down, please sit down” she gestured toward a large pile of pillows on the floor, moving toward the pillows herself she dropped down onto the pile and relaxed against them.

Lucius joined her sitting on the cushions, he looked ill at ease and uncomfortable, he was more at ease on an upright chair – Lucius was not a slouching on cushions man.

Tempest watched him trying to settle and fidgeting the entire time. The more he tried to sit up, the more ridiculous he looked. “Settle down Lucius, just relax” she grinned at him.

He tried to relax, but this was not something Lucius was accustomed to and he felt strange trying.

“I suppose you want to know how got here?”

“Yes, please explain… everything.”

Tempest smiled “first I think a drink would be in order” she clapped her hands and a servant appeared carrying a tray.

“I guess you had already realised that the cat you followed the other night was not me?”

“I had wondered” Lucius replied “is that another guardian?” he asked, looking over at the cat.

“She used to be…” Tempest motioned for the cat to come over “This is Freya – she used to be a guardian and she was also…” she faltered and looked wistful “my mother!” she stroked the cats head affectionately.

“Your mother?” Lucius was stunned by this news “How can that be?”

“As you know, we – the guardians – are animagi, we are cats” she watched as Lucius nodded in acknowledgement. “Once a guardian comes to the end of her lives, she will be reincarnated again if she wishes…”

“As a cat?” Lucius asked.

Tempest smiled and nodded. “My mother chose to end her days as a cat so as to be close to me” she informed him.

“Does she remember before?” he asked “does she still know you? I mean who you are to her?”

Tempest looked into the cats’ eyes and bent to kiss the little black furball’s nose. “No, she doesn’t know me as her daughter, she just remains loyal to me and serves only me…” she looked sad and Lucius thought she had just fought back tears “but I will never forget… ever.”

“It was her that came to my home and then lured me here to Egypt?”

She smiled at him “Well, I did wait for you to find me, but it was taking you too long.”

“Impatient to see me, I take it?” Lucius drawled.

His silky voice made Tempest feel like her innards had turned to water. It annoyed her that he could still affect her this way. She caught herself staring at the open button at the top of his linen shirt, running her tongue over her lower lip as she imagined tearing the shirt open and running her fingers over his chest.

Lucius noticed her staring at him, he watched as her tongue snaked out and ran over her lower lip, he saw a twinkle in her eye. He wondered what she was thinking and hoped he might find out. His eyes met hers and he held her gaze challengingly.

Watching Lucius slowly smile annoyed Tempest more than she felt reasonable. “You look very self-satisfied for someone who managed to fall into a trap and let himself be taken prisoner” she snarled at him.

Lucius blanched at her words, and Tempest was gratified to see that the idea he was a prisoner had not occurred to him. “So…” said Lucius “I am your captive am I?” he asked “just what exactly do you plan on doing with me?” he gave her a cheeky smile that he could see unsettled her.

“I do not know right now just what I plan on doing with you…” she replied coldly. But her eyes were focussed on Lucius’ lips and she recalled the feeling of those lips against her own.
As though he had read her mind, Lucius raised one hand and ran the pad of his thumb over his lower lip and then followed the trail of his thumb with his tongue and then ran his hand through his long blonde hair.

Watching his tongue brush across his now moist bottom lip, Tempest tried to fight the urge to feel those lips again, without realising what she was doing, she leant forward and placed her lips against his, relishing the feel and heat of his flesh against hers. She heard a low growl and realised that it had come from her own throat.

Raising her hands she placed one on the back of Lucius’ neck whilst wrapping the fingers of her other hand in his hair. Knowing she should stop, she was getting far too carried away and found she did not really have the strength of will to pull away from him.

Lucius too had lost all signs of control; he was kissing her back with the same sense of urgent hunger as hers. Running his arms down her sides he placed his hands on her hips and once there he pulled her against him and lifted her onto his lap. She moaned slightly and settled herself into his lap and groin – this elicited a moan from Lucius as he felt her move against him.

Pulling back from Lucius slightly, Tempest tried to fight her feelings. “We shouldn’t, I can’t…” she whispered, her hands on Lucius’ shoulders. Lucius reached for the belt that held her robe closed and unfastened it. “We can’t” she whispered half heartedly, as Lucius slipped his hands into her robe and across her shoulders, nudging the silk robe aside and letting lit slip silently down her arms, trapping them against her sides. Lucius leant forward and kissed her again, after landing light kisses on her lips he then kissed her cheek, her jaw line, her ear, her neck… moving ever lower. “We can’t, this is wrong…” she said with even less conviction.

Tempest knew that her actions belied her words, as she managed to pull her arms free and grasped the neckline of Lucius’ shirt. She whispered something and with the slightest tug she tore Lucius’ shirt open and placed her palms against his now bare chest.

The touch of her hands against his naked flesh seared with a prickling heat. Lucius felt her hips wriggle against his groin and he felt a pool of yet more heat gather there, for a couple of seconds he felt his mind numbing as the flow of his blood diverted elsewhere.

Lucius leant forward, shrugging the now torn shirt off his arms and shoulders. With his arms now free he wrapped them around Tempest, pulling her tightly against him. Using his lips, teeth and tongue, he alternated between kissing, nipping and licking the flesh of her neck and shoulders. Eventually moving lower until he was able to feast on the softer flesh of her breasts, suckling on her erect nipples and stretching them slightly by biting them gently and pulling back a little.

All the while he was worshipping her breasts with his mouth; his fingers were stroking and scratching the flesh of her back and wrapping in her hair and tugging in it lightly – this forced back her head and pushed forward her breasts as though offering them to him. The mixture of gentleness one second and then forcefulness, almost a violent hunger, had Tempest on edge. Her whole body was aching and throbbing, she felt like tiny sparks were pricking all over her skin. Biting her lower lip she involuntarily pressed her with her hips and ground against the erection that was growing beneath her. Lucius noticed this need growing within her and whispered into her ear “still want me to stop?”

Tempest’s eyes flared and she gasped “stop and I will kill you!” As though to reiterate her words and need, she moved down his body, mimicking the trail Lucius had made on her own, kissing and nipping his flesh as she moved slowly lower and lower. Eventually she reached his waist and Lucius held his breath silently, praying that she would open his linen trousers and free his aching cock… He closed his eyes and waited for the sensation he was longing for to begin.

But it didn’t, instead he felt her move off top of him – the shock of this loss caused him to open his eyes and search for her. Part of him had worried that she had vanished again, but there she was, standing above him. He watched as she shrugged her robe off entirely and tossed it aside, standing naked before him, with his eyes roving over her body and relishing the sight.

Tempest reached out her hand and gestured for Lucius to stand and join her, which he did, throwing off his torn shirt as he stood. Now standing face to face, Lucius drew Tempest into his arms and kissed her hard and hungrily, his mouth devouring hers, his hands roving her body. Moving his mouth toward her ear he nibbles on the fleshy lobe and she heard him breathing deeply and huskily. “Merlin’s beard…” he cussed “I want you so much.”

“Really” she responded silkily, moving further down his body she kissed his jaw, neck, shoulders. Hearing him moan once more she smiled up at him before running her lips down his chest, pausing to run her tongue over is nipples and biting them lightly. Pausing again to look up at him, she smiled and moved back to his nipple and bit him again, quite hard this time. Lucius cried out, half in pain, half in need. His mind lost in desire was punctuated by a jolt of pain before the desire flooded back even stronger. Tempest was moving again, her lips against his chest and then his stomach. She reached out and grasped the drawstring of his linen trousers, unfastening them and allowing them to slip to the floor. Lowering herself to her knees she placed her hands on his hips and ran them around until she was able to grasp his buttocks. Pulling his hips toward her, she lowered her lips to the tip of his cock and her tongue snaked out and caressed the engorged tip.

The heat of her tongue and lips against his throbbing erection seared through his body and the rush of yet more blood away from his head made his cock swell even more, as she took him into her mouth Lucius felt his knees turn to water. A feeling similar to vertigo swept through him and he felt as though he might fall, reaching down he wrapped his fingers in her hair as her mouth and tongue massaged the member in her mouth.

As good as her ministrations upon his manhood felt, Lucius knew that he could not take too much more stimulation without losing all control… and Lucius was not a man who relinquished control easily. Tempest dug her nails into Lucius’ buttocks, feeling the firm muscles contract beneath her hands. With huge self restraint, Lucius reached down and drew Tempest back up towards him. He kissed her again and then she moved to step away, reaching out for Lucius to follow her toward the bed. Lucius did not follow though; he took her hand and stepped out of his trousers, kicked them away and then swiftly hooked his leg around hers, and causing her to fall backwards onto the heap of cushions they had been sitting on earlier.

Pouncing on her before she could move, Lucius pinned her to the cushions “witch!” he hissed at her, kissing her forcefully “you have had me bewitched since we met…” kissing her again and letting his hands explore her body “you have haunted me night and day, I have longed to touch you…” moving down her body, kissing and caressing every inch of her as he moved. Reaching her stomach he slipped his hands between her thighs before kissing and running his tongue further, and then he reached her hidden centre “and to taste you again.”

Tempest felt like she had been stuck by lightning as his tongue slipped between her petal soft lips and caressed her clitoris. Lucius was rewarded by a gratifying flood of juices that he lapped up like honey. “Ohhh” she sighed and Lucius pressed his tongue harder against her, letting his tongue vibrate and massage her sensitive nub. “Mmmmm” she moaned and then gasped “Lucius…” she writhed beneath him “fuck me - please…”

Lucius flicked his tongue against her clit again and then looked up. Smiling at her and responding to her plea “anything for you my love.”

Tempest froze and looked at Lucius “what…” she gasped “did you just call me?”

Lucius had realised what he had said as soon as the words were out. He had hoped that she had either not heard or not noticed “I’m, hmm, it…” he blushed.

Seeing Lucius blush shocked Tempest, but she saw that if anything the blush had made look even more attractive. “Oh explain later” she said pulling him back towards her “you had something you were about to do if I recall” and she gave him a sly smile and kissed him.

His slip of the tongue seemingly forgotten, he slid between her thighs and pressed his erection against her pussy “I have no idea what enchantment you weaved over me” he said “but you have no idea how much I have ached to be inside you!”

Tempest grinned at him; “Oh Lucius” she said breathlessly “just shut up” she raised her legs and wrapped them around him, tightening her muscles and impaling herself upon his cock “and fuck me!”

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