Soaring With Angels - Part 17




(Antar date 06.08.71306)

Liz knew she should hate Isabel for what she had done. For betraying them and trying to kill them, she should hate Isabel as much as she still hated Tess. But she felt sorry for Isabel, knowing that she had been used and tricked by Khivar. And from Khivar’s cell Liz went in search of Max, intending to get him to reconsider Isabel’s execution.

Liz was still reeling from what Khivar had tried to do to her and she felt slightly faint. All of the emotions churning through her were practically overwhelming and as she finally reached the main part of the palace she stumbled. She fell to her knees and instantly heard Max call out.

“Liz!” He ran toward her and dropped to his knees next to her. Taking her head in his hands, his eyes quickly flicked over her. “What’s wrong Liz? I could feel you fear. Where have you been?”

Liz looked up to see Max, Jaetus and several guards. They had obviously been looking for her. “I was curious, I went to see Khivar.”

“Khivar,” Max gasped. “What did he do to you?”

Liz shook her head. “I’m not sure. He touched me and made me see things. He tired to make me turn against you.”

She could see the worry on Max’s face. “It will be okay,” he said breathlessly. “I’ll figure out what he did and fix it.”

Max cradled her head in his hands as he used his powers again and again frantically checking to make sure that Khivar hadn’t done any permanent damage to her. He searched every part of her for signs of manulipulation or injury, but he couldn’t find anything wrong and eventually he was satisfied that she was okay.

With a sigh of relief he gathered her to him and picked her up, starting toward their quarters.

“I’m okay,” Liz protested. “I can walk.”

But Max didn’t answer her. He continued the long walk to their room silently, and once they were inside he used a burst of power to slam the doors behind them shutting the others out.

He placed her gently on the bed and turned away, running a hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture.

Liz sat up. “Max, you have to listen to me. Isabel…”

Max whirled back to her. “How could you Liz?” he growled. “How could you put yourself in danger like that?”

“Max…” she started, but her cut her off.

“Don’t you know I wouldn’t survive without you?” he roared. Tears ran down his face and he shook with fear and anger.

Liz got to her knees, putting them at an equal height. She reached out brushing the tears from his face. It was the first time Max had even raised his voice to her since they had been back together and Liz instantly apologized knowing he was right. “I’m sorry. It was stupid. I didn’t even think about what he could do to me.”

Max enfolded her in his arms, holding her fiercely. “Liz you scared me to death. I thought Khivar had done something to you and I was going to lose you.”

Liz wrapped her arms around him, squeezing just as tightly. “I’m sorry Max. I’m so sorry.”

Song Playing: Halo by Depeche Mode

Max tangled a hand in her hair as he took possession of her lips. Kissing her hard, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He had an overwhelming need to take her, to prove that she was his and he practically ripped the clothes from both their bodies. Continuing down her throat he kissed and nipped at her skin as his hands gripped her breasts.

Liz practically melted in his hands, arching into him, offering herself to him, body, mind and soul. Through the connection she could tell that he needed to prove his power, needed to brand her as his with the touch of his mouth and hands. He shifed her so she lay beneath him and with a growl he thrust into her. Liz moaned with pleasure, thrilling to Max’s possessiveness.

He took her hard and fast, bringing her to mind-blowing climaxes again and again until she lost count. Each orgasm made her body more and more sensitive and as Max continued to surge into her, she whimpered and thrashed beneath him.

Max’s hands roamed over Liz’s stomach and breasts as he pounded into her. He pushed an enormous amount of power into her, manipulating it in time with his thrusts to bring her maxium pleasure. His power pushed over her skin and inside her filling every part of her and making her whole body glow. And Liz’s power reached out to him, making his own skin glow.

Both of their bodies were covered with sweat and they shook from their exertions. Through the bond Max could feel that Liz was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. He gripped her shoulders to give himself more traction as he increased him pace even more. He met and held Liz’s eyes. “Promise me that you’ll never do anything like that again,” Max growled.

Her passion-clouded eyes showed surprise and when she didn’t immediately speak Max pressed her for an answer. “Promise me Liz,” he ground out.

Liz could still see his fear and concern and she nodded quickly to reassure him. “I promise Max,” she gasped.

She saw relief pass through his eyes. Then his hand was on her clit and his power pressed against her as he thrust deep inside. Liz came, crying out, and she felt Max’s length jerk within her, finally allowing himself completion. He growled his release, gripping her tightly to him as they both gasped for air.

Liz held him, stroking his hair reassuringly. Her whole body pulsed with the power of their lovemaking, and she basked in Max’s passion and love that surrounded her.

Placing a kiss on her forehead Max shifted onto his side. He gripped Liz’s hip, turning her with him, holding their lower bodies together to make sure that he stayed inside. Again her pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you Liz. I can’t lose you. None this would mean nothing without you.”

Liz touched his face. “I know Max. I feel the same way.”


(Antar date 06.09.71306)

After they had made love Liz had talked to Max all night about his sister, and finally Max agreed if Isabel denounced Khivar and swore to support him, he would spare her. Together Max and Liz went to Isabel’s cell and Liz told Isabel Max’s terms.

“Max will forgive you Isabel,” Liz said. “You can be a family again.”

Isabel glanced at Max. “I can’t do that. I won’t lie about Khivar and I can’t support my brother’s evil.”

Max took Liz’s hand and started for the door.

“Wait,” Liz begged him, standing her ground. She was becoming desperate to save not only Isabel but Max himself, knowing that someday he would regret killing his sister. Liz turned back to her sister-in-law. “Isabel, tell Max that you’re sorry, that you made a mistake. Khivar is very persuasive and convinced you of his lies, he brainwashed you. He tried to do the same thing to me. He tried to turn me against Max too. Khivar is very powerful Isabel and he has tricked you.”

She turned to Max. “You have to see that Khivar used his powers on her, Max, just like he tried to do to me. But we can help her.”

Liz looked back at Isabel. “Tell Max that you support him, that it won’t happen again. Please.”

Isabel shook her head. “But I don’t, Liz. Khivar didn’t brainwash me, he showed me the truth. I’m not sorry for any of it and I would do anything to oppose my brother. I love Khivar with all of my heart, and I would rather die with him than live without him.”

“But Isabel…” Liz started incredulously.

Max cut her off with a growl. “She’s made her choice again Liz, Khivar over her family. I showed pity for her and let her go when we first got to Antar, even though she was leading Khivar to us. And she rewarded me by killing Michael and trying to kill us.”

Liz turned to him with tears in her eyes. “But Max you can’t do this, it isn’t her fault. She’s your sister.”

Max glanced at Isabel and shook his head. “I don’t have a sister.”


The executions of Khivar, Isabel and a few dozen others, were scheduled to be a public event.

Liz insisted on accompanying Max even though he didn’t want her to go. She still hoped to talk him out of killing his sister.

As they sat on the dais, Max turned to Liz. “Please, go back to the palace. I don’t want you to see this.”

Liz shook her head. “Not unless you spare Isabel. Max please, you’re angry at her and I understand that, but you’ll regret killing her.”

Max took her hand. “She betrayed me, worked with my greatest enemy and tried to kill me. And she said she would do it again. I don’t have a choice.”

“Of course you do,” Liz argued. “Keep her in prison. Give her some time and try to work this out. Get her help to clear her mind. Please Max,” she begged. “Do it for both your sakes.”

He touched her face gently. “I’m not convinced that Khivar did anything to her at all. I think this was their plan all along.” Max shook his head. “Isabel betrayed me in our last life, and she betrayed me in this one. She isn’t going to change.” He turned away and motioned to the executioner to begin.

Liz watched horrified as one after another of the prisoners was executed. She started to weep softly when Khivar took his last breath, knowing Isabel would be next. “Max, you can’t,” she gasped.

Max touched her face. “Let my mother take you back to the palace. I don’t want you to see this.”

Liz met his eyes. “Then don’t do it, because I’m not leaving.”

Max grimaced but he motioned for the executioner to continue with Isabel.

Liz gripped his hand tighter. Her frantic eyes met and held Isabel’s, but her sister-in-law smiled serenely, already accepting her fate.

The executioner put the weapon to the back of Isabel’s neck and activated it.

Liz saw the look of surprise that crossed Isabel’s features briefly before she slumped to the ground dead.

Liz fainted.


When Liz awoke she was in her own bed and Max’s mother Kasha was sitting in a nearby chair. Tears pricked at Liz’s eyes as she realized that Isabel was gone, and then she remembered her dreams.

In her vision Liz had seen Max in his past life again, as Zan. He was in the palace and it was being overrun by Khivar’s men and Zan was fighting valiantly, using his powers and his sword to defend himself. With his left hand Zan tossed a group of men aside using a burst of energy, as he beheaded an attacker with his sword on the right. More men rushed into the room and Zan lashed out again, but Liz could feel how tired he was and his powers were waning.

Desperately Zan reached out with his mind to search for the power of the Granolith, hoping to use its energy to bolster his own, but he couldn’t feel it. He used his sword to hack through two more attackers, and sent his shield out around him. The men were pushed off their feet but they got up quickly. They knew Zan was tiring and as a group they used their powers against him.

Surrounding him, the men pushed their energy into his shield, and Liz watched as the green protective ball around Zan got smaller and smaller. He collapsed to his knees, the fatigue overcoming him, and his shield dissolved into nothing. The men rushed him, and the sword was knocked from his hand as they wrestled him to the ground, wrapping him in chains.

Then the vision had changed. Liz watched herself as once again she stood over Max’s bloody body in the bed they shared in the palace. Just like the other times she had witnessed the scene, Max’s throat had been cut and he was dead.

Liz shook her head. How could it be? Khivar was dead, but something was still wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

Kasha came to sit on the bed when she saw Liz stir. “How are you feeling, my dear?” she asked, cupping Liz’s cheek.

Liz shook her head. “I remember being at the execution and Khivar and Isabel…” she trailed off. “But I don’t remember what happened afterward.”

Kasha took Liz’s hand. “You fainted. Max checked you personally and the healer agreed it was just shock, but Max asked me to keep an eye on you while he is in the Council meeting.”

Fresh tears started in Liz’s eyes. “Kasha, I’m so sorry about Isabel.”

Her mother-in-law patted her hand kindly. “It’s sweet of you to say so, dear, and I can see that you’re still upset by this whole terrible affair.” She sighed tiredly, “And even though Isabel was my daughter, I had become resigned to her death. In her past life Vilondra betrayed her brother, her family, but even then I gave her another chance. I killed her so I could send her to Earth with her brother to be reborn. But she didn’t deserve our love, Liz. Isabel colluded with Khivar again, betrayed her brother again.”

“You killed Vilondra?” Liz gasped.

Kasha smiled kindly. “It had to be done, you understand. It was the only way to save her.”


(Antar date 06.10.71306)

Max paced before his Generals and Jaetus. Last night Liz had told him that she’d had the vision of his death again and he was more upset than he wanted to admit. He didn’t want to die, but that was just a minor worry. Max knew no one would be able to protect Liz if he was gone and it enraged him to think that after everything they had been through she could still be in danger. He’d thought with Khivar and Isabel dead that they would be safe, but obviously he was wrong.

“Liz is still having the visions,” Max said. “That means there are still traitors on the loose and I want you to find them,” he ordered.

One of the Generals spoke up, “But your Majesty, we’re looking everywhere without success. Perhaps the Queen is wrong.”

Max turned on him with a snarl. “Your Queen is never wrong! Every one of her visions has come true, with frightening accuracy. Never question her again!”

The General dropped to his knee, bowing his head. “I’m sorry, your Majesty. Please forgive me.”

“Get up,” Max ordered the General, turning to encompass all the men in his gaze. “Put every available man on the search. Some of Khivar’s supporters are still out there and I want them all,” Max said with quiet fury. “I want every one of the traitors dead, and I don’t care what you have to do, or who you have to torture or kill to accomplish it.”


All morning Liz had been shivering, a sense of foreboding wracking her body. And as the day passed the feeling was growing.

Max was in a meeting and usually she attended with him, but she’d just been too upset to go. She walked slowly through the halls of the palace deep in thought, her arms folded across her chest attempting to curb her shivers. She had been wandering for hours trying to figure out what was wrong, and suddenly a series of flashes assailed her.

The slash of a sword


Shouts of rage

The crack of bone

The sound of blasters and torn flesh

And blood

So much blood

It all happened so quickly that it took Liz’s breath away and she stumbled, reaching out for the wall to steady herself.

Instantly Jaetus was at her side, his arm going around her waist to keep her from falling. “Are you okay, your Majesty?”

Liz felt faint but she struggled to stand on her own. She shook her head. “I’m fine, I just…” she trailed off as she met his eyes and another flash raced through her mind. She saw Jaetus’ face, covered in blood and twisted in a horrible expression of hatred and insanity.

She gasped but quickly answered him. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” she said lamely, disengaging herself from him. “I think I’ll lie down for a while.”

Jaetus bowed. “May I escort you to your quarters?”

“No, thank you,” Liz said. “I’ll be okay.”


A messenger rushed into the room interrupting Max’s meeting. He bowed low. “Your Majesty, we’ve captured three more of Khivar’s men who were trying to sneak into the palace. They appear to be assassins.”

“Finally,” Max growled, his eyes burning with power and rage. “Take me to them.”


Liz walked sedately down the hall and waited until she turned the corner, obscuring her from Jaetus’ sight, then she looked back to make sure he wasn’t following her. When she was satisfied that she was alone, Liz hurried to her suite of rooms.

She was shaking with emotion when she got there, the visions having unnerved her even more because of the sense of foreboding she was experiencing. Liz didn’t like to go through the hall where she had gotten the vision, because she knew it was where Khivar’s troops had overcome Zan. But she’d never gotten a vision there before and now she wondered if she’d seen the past or the future.

Maybe it was a portent of things to come, someone else attacking them in the palace. Maybe that was why she’d been feeling so strange.

The vision she had gotten of Jaetus had freaked her out even more. She’d never trusted him completely, feeling instinctively that there was something off about him. But it’s not like she had seen him colluding against them. What she had seen could be accounted for by the war.

Liz wanted to talk to Max, but when she reached out to him with her mind, she could tell that he was busy and she didn’t think it was important enough to interrupt him. All she really had was a couple of disturbing visions and a bad feeling. Liz took a deep breath trying to calm herself. The last thing they needed was for her to panic. She’d tell Max everything later.


Max entered the room where his men had secured the assassins. The three men were chained against the wall, their hands secured so they couldn’t use their powers. On a nearby table were an assortment of weapons that had been taken from them including an amplifier.

Max reached for the amplifier and held it up before them. “What the hell were you planning to do with this?” He turned it on to the setting that blocked powers, letting the prisoners see. And then he used a burst of his shield to overload the amplifier, making it explode in his hand. He dropped the ashes at their feet. “These don’t affect me,” he mocked.

He saw their eyes widen but they remained silent.

Max shook his head. “I would think you would be better informed before coming here.”

The men still said nothing and Max continued. “But you were obviously ignorant of that fact, so my question is, who sent you and why didn’t they tell you? Was it because they didn’t know, or because they were sending you to your deaths?”

The prisoners still said nothing, angering Max. He built the power inside himself until his eyes glowed with it, and he walked forward, stopping within inches of the captives. They gasped in shock and fear when they saw his eyes and struggled against their bonds, desperate to get away.

Max drew his sword and reached out toward the first man with a smile. “And now you will tell me everything you know.”


Jaetus waited until Liz had disappeared around the corner and then he hurried down the hall in the other direction. He entered a door without knocking and dropped to one knee. “I think the Queen is beginning to suspect that everything isn’t as it appears.”

“Yes,” Kasha agreed. “She could become a problem.”


Song Playing: Clean by Depeche Mode

Liz sat in her room, reading a book to pass the time as she waited for Max. She was aware of him all of the time through their bond and she could feel his emotions when they were strong. And just a moment before, she had started to feel Max’s desire for her. It rapidly grew in strength, building until it almost took her breath away.

A moment later Max burst into their bedroom and Liz dropped the book she was reading when she saw him. He was covered in blood and she rushed to him. “Max, you’re hurt,” she gasped. “My vision.”

Max shook his head taking her in his arms. “I’m fine. It isn’t my blood.” He kissed her hard, and used a single jerk of his hands to rip her dress apart, throwing it aside.

The desire Liz had felt through the connection had instantly stirred her own and as Max kissed a line down her throat she flushed with arousal. She could feel his power all around them and hers rose to meet it. “What happened?” she gasped.

Max used his powers to divest her of her bra and panties, and his hands roamed over her breasts pushing power into her. “We caught the assassins,” he said between hungry kisses. He pressed his body against hers smearing her with blood as he backed her into the wall.

Liz wanted to ask him about it, but his kisses drove the thoughts from her mind. She wrapped her arms around him, and feeling his need her made her desperate for him.

Max bent to take her blood-covered breast in his mouth sucking it hard. He didn’t bother with his own clothes. Not wanting to waste a moment, he simply freed his rigid cock.

“Max we should get cleaned up first,” Liz gasped her protest.

“No!” he growled. “I have to have you now!” He lifted her against the wall and surged into her.

Liz moaned her pleasure as he entered her, and arched into him. “Oh Max!”

He started a furious pace within her and despite the revulsion Liz felt about being smeared with blood her climax built quickly as he pounded into her. Each thrust burried him so deep inside that it rode the edge of pain, but it only made her pleasure even more overwhelming, and it only made her want more of him. She grabbed his shoulders arching into him. “Yes Max, harder!”

Max increased his pace and licked a line down her neck to her breast, lapping the fresh blood from her skin, and through the connection, Liz could feel how much it enflamed him. His power flowed over her sensitized skin and passed into her, and it was like Max was touching every inch of her at once.

Suddenly Liz got a flash. She watched through Max’s eyes as he used his sword to slit the throats of three assassins, covering him in their blood, and Liz shuddered with horror.

Max surged into her faster and faster, grunting his exertion, and through their connection Liz sensed that he was on the edge. And even though she was horrified by his actions, his orgasm triggered hers.

She cried out as she came powerfully, and then the tears started.

Max was instantly concerned. He pulled out of her, lowering her to the floor and cupped her face in his hands. “What’s wrong Liz? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Liz met his eyes. “Max, those men you killed.”

He touched her face gently. “They were traitors, assassins. They would have killed us without a thought if they got the chance.”

Liz shook her head. “I know Max, but you enjoyed it so much. And their blood.”

“I am the King, Liz, and sometimes I will have to kill to protect you, and me, and our kingdom. You know that. Perhaps I did get carried away with the blood, but I love you so much, I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you. And tasting the blood of our enemies on your skin made me feel so powerful knowing that I am able to keep you safe.”

Liz touched his face. “What is happening to you Max?”

Max shook his head and wrapped her in his arms. “Nothing is wrong. You don’t have to worry.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I don’t want you to have to think about any of this, to be involved in it. You are my sanctuary, my beautiful, innocent Liz. My angel. You are everything to me.”

He carried her into the adjoining bathroom and lowered her into the tub, filling it with water as he removed his soiled clothes. Gently he washed the blood from her body and then his own. Then he lifted her out of the tub and used a fluffy cloth to dry every inch of her skin, before carrying her into their bed.

Max made sweet, slow love to her, worshipping her entire body with his hands and mouth, and Liz had never felt so loved in her life. Afterward he wrapped her in his arms and she fell into a troubled sleep listening to his soft breathing and heartbeat.

Song playing: Calling All Angels by Jane Siberry & k. d. lang

When she awoke, hours later, Max was gone. Liz went into the bathroom and stood under the hot shower, finally giving in to the sobs of anguish she had been keeping at bay. What Khivar had told her couldn’t be the truth. She knew with all of her heart that Max wasn’t like that. He wasn’t evil.

But something was wrong. She’d seen the truth in Max’s mind when they were making love earlier. Max had taken pleasure in torturing the three men nearly to death, and then gleefully slit their throats.

And then there was the blood. Liz cried even harder remembering Max’s reaction to the blood covering her body. It had made him want her even more, and she dry heaved remembering that through their connection she had gotten so caught up in his desire that she’d not only let him make love to her, but she’d enjoyed it.

Liz collapsed to the shower floor, sobbing hysterically.



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