Saving Adora

By Michael Alexander

Nothing in my past indicated I would be any different from my neighbors and especially become the savior of our world. My childhood had been uneventful until I reached the age of eighteen tahuns. Sure, I had fooled around with my best friend in secret, but that never matched the sexual adventures that ensnared me. I never could have guessed at that time that I would find the love of my life amidst adventure and danger and he would be a male.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Alexander
• Release date: Mar 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311135247

Michael Alexander

Michael Alexander lives with his husband on the west coast of Florida and enjoys the beach, reading and writing.

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Saving Adora

By Michael Alexander

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Copyright 2015 Michael Alexander

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning: All sex scenes are between males of consensual age and some readers may find the details offensive.

Table of Contents

Glossary

Prologue

Chapter 1 - The Prophecy

Chapter 2 - Faladule

Chapter 3 - High Above

Chapter 4 - Temple of Kusha

Chapter 5 - Beneath the Golden Sea

Chapter 6 - Gigante

Chapter 7 - The Battle

Chapter 8 - Adora Saved

Glossary

Bulan - The largest of Adora’s moons

Dakika - A minute in time

Diku - Day

Jua - The Sun

Manod - Month

Niku - Night

Nukta - A second in time

Obsidia - Bodhi’s village

Tahun - Year

Ure - An hour in time

Wywold - Hesert’s village

Prologue

I have no need to introduce myself to the Obsidians seated around me. For you, the unknown denizens of Adora who will hear of my tale, I am Hesert. Born of Gylan and Ferona in the village of Wywold, I was their only child. We lived a simple, almost monastic lifestyle that was devoid of sexual pleasure. I know that this, in itself, might cause you to snicker. Sex in Obsidia is as natural as breathing. So, bear with me, but know that I am not being dishonest when I tell you that Wywolders have sex only to procreate.

Nothing in my past indicated I would be any different from my neighbors and especially become the savior of our world. My childhood had been uneventful until I reached the age of eighteen tahuns. Sure, I had fooled around with my best friend in secret, but that never matched the sexual adventures that ensnared me. I never could have guessed at that time that I would find the love of my life amidst adventure and danger and he would be a male.

Now, with my mate, Bodhi, by my side, I reside with the Obsidians who started me on my adventure to slay the Dark One. It is by the light of the blazing bonfire, deep within the safety of their underground world, that I relate my story. It is a story of danger, sex with a myriad of strange beings, and love. My tale will take many ures, so I will tell the narrative over a few nikus. The Prophecy has been fulfilled and I can now look forward to a future with Bodhi, who stood by my side through all the horrors that befell me prior to our return to Obsidia.

Chapter 1

The Prophecy

The Faladule caught the scent of my seed as it shot between my legs. With my mind on the intense pleasure of my orgasm, I was caught unawares by the stealthy approach of the Faladule. I cursed myself for being engrossed in sexual heat as I saw the Faladule in the corner of my eye. There was no time to wrap on my loincloth as I scrambled underneath the fallen gnarly tree which shredded the tunic on my back as I narrowly escaped the beast. The Faladule stripped me of my cloth breeches that had been pushed down to my ankles and just missed grabbing my feet. Losing my sandals that were entangled in the breeches, I ignored the flotsam of the forest floor as I took off from under the tree. The time it took for the Faladule to climb over the downed tree gave me a head start.

The Faladule was between me and my village of Wywold and blocked my escape in that direction. My heart beat like a kettle drum inside my heaving chest. My legs screamed in protest as I flew through the dark woods. There was just enough light seeping through the canopy from Bulan, the largest of Adora’s satellites, for me to avoid running into trees. Their barren skeletal forms in the bleak light added to my terror. Twig fingers on arm-like branches snatched at my shoulders that were now scarcely covered by the torn material of my homespun tunic. I covered my naked groin with one hand that only just protected my package. If only I hadn’t taken off my loin cloth to sit upon as I jerked off! The branches ripped at the skin on my other arm held in front of my face for protection. Even if the rough bark of the downed tree hadn’t shredded my tunic almost denuding me, the garment was not much protection in my headlong escape from terror. My nearly nude body reflected Bulan’s weak light giving the Faladule glimpses of his prey as I wound my way through the dark, gloomy forest.

Despite my age of eighteen tahuns of Adora, I screamed as the sound of the Faladule’s pursuit snapped branches from the trees and cracked the silence like thunder. I dared not look back at the glowing red eyes and turgid rapier sex organ of the enraged beast that was sure to overtake me. Bone chilling fear shuddered my young, nubile body as I ran towards the closest of the Bunargab Range Mountains. My only hope lay in finding a cave with an opening too small for the Faladule to follow me.

The thought of the Faladule impregnating and then killing me, spurred me to a burst of speed as I spied the mountains ahead through the thinning trees. I broke through the forest wall into the glade. I wouldn’t be able to outrun the Faladule once the beast got into the clearing especially in my exhausted state. There was little time to scout out the perfect hiding place so luck had to be on my side. Although it wasn’t possible to utter the words of thanks as I struggled to breathe, a prayer to Kusha sprang into my mind. My patron god had directed my eyes to an inky black opening at the base of the nearest mountain.

I felt the nails of the Faladule’s claws rip the bottom of my feet as I scooted on hands and knees into the cave. Searing pain shot from my soles spurring me to ignore the broken rock on the cave floor that tore into my knees and palms. I felt the hot breath of the Faladule as its head blocked out all light in its attempt to follow. Unable to squeeze into the narrow opening, the Faladule withdrew and