Kal'an

By Lyka Bloom

Three friends exploring the depths of a cave find themselves in a new world - Kal'an. Here, magic and a primitive patriarchal society awaits, twisting the young men's minds and bodies to suit the elite of Kal'an.

One among them, Dani, will find himself drawn into a greater adventure, where fierce warrior woman fight for freedom in a land that demands their subservience. Dani will have to fight for his own freedom before he can save his friends in the savage world of mystical transformation and bondage!

This 16000+ word novella begins the epic saga of Kal'an!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: May 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370144037

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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KAL'AN

by Lyka Bloom

KAL'AN

First Edition. May 18, 2017 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2017 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

Chapter One: The Cave

There is nothing quite like the sound inside a cave. It is at once full and hollow, and plays off the walls in a disorienting way that makes you question your own senses. It is not the place for the inexperienced without a guide, and none of us could be called novices.

I was at the bottom, shining my light at the rear wall of the cavern we'd descended into, while Scott was holding the line secured at the entrance above ground. Len was still snaking down the line, pausing to look at the landscape of the high-ceilinged cavern.

This is incredible, Len whistled.

Just get your ass down here, Scott fired back. You can do your sight-seeing when you get to the bottom.

I turned my light off and let the darkness consume me. There was still some light from the entrance high above that filtered down, but the wall I'd illuminated with the high-powered flashlight had disappeared. I knew by the time we'd gone down another level, even the ambient light would be gone and we'd be in a darkness that you simply can't fathom above ground. There is no ambient light, no shades of deep blue which still allows night vision. It is, very literally, nothingness.

I remember the first time I'd experienced it, Scott had been with me then and turned off his light once we'd wound through a series of corridors, some incredibly claustrophobic, placing us in the heart of my first real cave expedition. With the light out, I felt a sense of real panic, an animal need to see the light again. Scott heard my breathing and laughed.

It's crazy, right? he asked.

Yeah, I said, working to calm myself. Crazy.

He turned the light back on, held beneath his chin as if he were preparing to tell a ghost story.

The hardest thing to get used to. After a few trips down, you get used to it, but, yeah. Nothing like it in the world.

I didn't feel like pressing him, to compare it to the depths of the ocean or the darkness of space, but he was right. It's hard to prepare yourself for something so alien.

How much deeper does it go? Len asked, unclipping himself from the rope leading up to the entrance in the ceiling.

It's big, Scott said, non-committal. You see the tunnel, Danny?

I flipped my light back on and scanned the floor, where we'd been told there was a slim tunnel running at a stark angle down into the sub chambers of the cavern. That would push us into the deep dark, and into places where few had gone before. That was the fun of it, I suppose, the sense that you were trespassing on some forbidden place, someplace that mere mortals were not meant to see.

Len was staring up at the entrance in something approaching awe. I'd felt that, too, the sense of the umbilical rope being the only passage to normalcy and the world above. There's a queasy feeling that accompanies this, another animal response where you start to wonder, if I should get trapped, how would I be saved?

Let's get moving, Scott said, tugging on the rope he fixed to one of the columns near the tunnel leading down.

I secured my light back to my belt and tossed my pack on the ground by the tunnel.

Who's taking point?

Scott usually did, but he would be keeping Len safe and secure for his first time into the deep dark, so Scott simply lifted his eyebrows as if to say, 'I think it's you, pal.'

I'll go, Len volunteered.

No, I'll go first, I said. Want to make sure that the tunnel doesn't get too tight and no one gets stuck.

I'd been down the tunnel before. It got tight in spots, but most of it was almost big enough to duck-walk through. I'd lead the way to the chamber beneath. I liked the feeling of leading the way for once.

Cool, Scott said, hurling the rope down the dark passage. He waved his arms to invite me in.

I went head-first. The tunnel was smooth, hundreds and hundreds of years of water trickling down the passage to wear down the edges, and I knew my way from memory. The incline would continue, then veer to the right in a gentle curve, and, finally, deposit us all in the chamber ahead where you could hear the frequent droplets of water falling into puddles beneath. It was humbling, in its way. I knew from science textbooks that these puddles would eventually form the stalagmites and stalactites that would then become columns, while above generations were born and passed on.

In my own life, I was an entry level bank clerk, a man who did well enough to get by, but not much more. I dated, had my times with women which I enjoyed, but I hadn't committed to anyone. I was, for all intents and purposes, a man who lived a life equivalent to the dive of an expert athlete – very little splash.

In here, though, I could feel the rhythm of the planet and see that my place, however small, could be measured in the drops of water. There was a freedom in knowing that, no matter what you do, your life