He once again wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his hands drift lower and lower until one was hovering, tauntingly, between her thighs. She spread her legs further apart, giving him access to enter her.
Finally, she felt him caress her clitoris slowly, occasionally using his other hand to draw tantalizing circles around her lower lips. She continued to hold tightly to his manhood. With one hand pressed against the wall and the other reaching behind her to grab him, she leaned her head back and let the feeling of his hands touching her feverishly send surges of tingling satisfaction through her. It was a frustrating pleasure, though. She wanted more. The more he pleasured her, the more she wanted him to continue, to take it to the next step.
She released her hold on his member. Her hands were shaking from the mixture of pleasure and desire that ran wildly through her. She pressed her hands to the wall and pushed her hips back. She could feel his manhood rubbing against her back. It was long, hard, and as it brushed against her skin, sent bolts of aggressive lust running through her.
She tried to reach back again, to lower it to her secret entrance, but he didn’t let her. He slid his fingers up into her, causing her to lose focus on what she was doing, and sending her into a world of bliss all her own. She let out a soft moan, biting at her bottom lip as she did.
She slammed her fist against the wall. His arms, holding her close, and his hands pleasuring her furiously, pushed her to the brink of release.
She didn’t want that, though. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside of her again. She wanted to feel the flame of him deep inside her.
Just when she thought she wasn't able to take any more, he pulled back slightly, releasing his hold on her, but still keeping his body pressed firmly against hers. He lifted one hand and cupped her breast, pulling her back from the wall and holding her even closer to him.
He leaned in and began to nibble at her neck. She could feel his teeth grazing across her skin, slowly at first, and then with more passion. She pushed herself up onto her tiptoes again, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck.
As they kissed, she reached down, finding his member again and slipping it between her thighs. She was too short or he was too tall for him to be able to penetrate her while they were standing, but the tip of his enlarged penis brushed softly back and forth across his clitoris.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered in her ear.
She looked up at him. His eyes were filled, once again, with the lustful anger than she saw the night before. She held tight to his member, pulling him closer to her and running it back and forth across her lower region. A wave of longing washed over her.
“Tell me,” he repeated again, more aggressively.
She smiled up at him, a sly, coy smile she wasn’t even aware she could make. His eyes ignited, a flame of fury passing through them. He reached down and wrapped his strong hands around her thighs. He squeezed them tightly.
She let out a soft gasp, feeling more turned on by his aggressive nature. She felt like her knees were going to buckle, and her body tensed as she continued to taunt both of them, letting his manhood run gracefully over her.
“Why must you be so stubborn?” he asked. His words were coming out in a low, almost growl-like sound.
She looked up at him and answered, “because I love seeing you like this.”
“You do? Do you?”
“I want you to take me, Hakona. I want you to make me squirm with pleasure and beg for more. I want you to fill me completely, and leave me feeling weak.”
What she wanted, more than anything, was a distraction from the inevitable. She knew he would be leaving soon. She didn’t know if she would see him again. She didn’t know what would happen to everyone back at her camp, and she didn’t know who she could trust.
She did know, however, that she wanted him. That her body ached for him, and that he was the only man who could satisfy her in that moment—maybe even for the rest of her life.
He snarled down at her, his hands still grabbing forcefully at her thighs. He leaned forward and lifted her up, pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
She pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, fiercely. He positioned the tip of his member at the opening of her lower lips. He didn’t let it slide in, not yet. As they kissed, their bodies pressed together, covered in sweat and filled with longing, he taunted her again.
She felt him get close, just barely brushing against her folds, pushing through them just slightly. But then, he would pull back. She arched her back, tightening her legs around his waist.
She tried to pull him into her, but he was stronger than she was. He continued to torture her, until she leaned forward, breathless and aching, and whispered quietly in his ear, “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not?”
“You’re stronger than me,” she pointed out.
“Don’t you like that?”
“That’s what’s not fair—I like it too much. You torture me.”
“I’m torturing myself as well,” he added softly. “I want this as much as you do.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She wanted to scream out; she wanted to beg him to take her. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and her words were coming out in short gasps.
“I want to make it last,” he said.
“If you don’t hurry, it’s not going to last much longer,” she replied. She had already felt her body tense with orgasm throughout their play. It was small, and she was able to contain herself through it, but she could feel that her body wouldn’t be waiting much longer. Just feeling his naked body pressed up against her own was enough to make her stomach tighten and her head spin.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, sending a shiver running down her spine. As he did, he thrust his hips forward. The surge of pleasure that came with feeling his rock-hard penis entering her made her gasp.
He thrust forward again, pushing himself deeper inside of her. She buried her face in his neck, letting him take over and letting the satisfaction he gave her wash over her.
He pumped fiercely, taking her with an almost aggressive force. She pushed her back against the wall, his hands wrapped tightly around her thighs. As he thrust again, he squeezed her flesh, sending a mixture of warmth, pleasure and the most satisfying feeling of being overpowered run through her.
She could feel his hard, solid member moving in and out of her. Each time he pulled back she greedily tightened her legs around his waist, anticipating the instant he would once again fill her completely.
The feeling of connection that passed between them was what she enjoyed the most. Of course, his strong movements and passionate thrusts satisfied her physically. But the warmth that still passed between them—it wasn’t the heat of two bodies, sweaty from the heated moment. It was the feeling of him connecting with her. It was knowing that his desire for her ran so much deeper than just the sex.
She knew that he cared about her. She could feel it in the way he kissed her neck and the way he pressed his body against her. They were one—forever. The bond had been made the night before, and the experience of being with him still felt as magical and special as it had then.
There was something electric in the air around them. It was as if they understood each other without having to speak. He knew her body already. He knew what she enjoyed, and how far he could push her. With his intense strength, he could easily devour her. He knew that she liked the force with which he took her, but he also knew how far he could go with it.
He continued to slide his member in and out of her, sending a warm shiver running up her spine and into her chest with each thrust. It wasn’t long before she felt her body ache with tension.
“Do it,” he whispered to her.
“But you want it to last,” she replied.
He pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth and pushing her back harder against the wall. “I
want you to have this,” he said softly when he pulled back. “I want this to be for you.”
She knew he was telling the truth. She knew that he could go at it like this for hours if they had the chance to. But, the reality was that eventually, someone would be coming to her door. Eventually, he would have to leave to lead his men into battle.
She pressed her face into his neck, letting the tension in her stomach build. She sunk her teeth into his flesh as she felt her body surge with orgasm. She let out a soft moan, as her legs tensed and the feeling of release washed over her.
He kept himself inside her, thrusting a few more times, letting the spurs of satisfaction continue. When her body went limp, exhausted from the experience, he stepped back slowly.
He lowered her legs until her feet touched the ground. The chill of the stone ran up through her. Her head was still spinning slightly, and he left his arm around her waist.
He pulled her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his chest and let out a quiet sob. Her outburst of emotions surprised her as much as him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
She didn't look up at him as she answered. "I don't know how I'll be able to live without you," she confessed.
He kissed the top of her head and stroked her back gently. “I’ve never felt so much satisfaction with anyone before,” he replied. “I’ve never felt so connect and in love with anyone in my life.”
“Why does it have to be like this?” she sobbed.
“We knew what we were getting into when we started this whole thing. It’s the horrible truth, but it’s the way that it is.”
“I can’t go with Queane,” she said softly. “I can’t leave you.”
“But your people…”
“I know,” she said stepping back from him quickly. “I don’t know what to do.”
In the soft light of the torch, she could see that he was still erect. She wanted to pleasure him the way he had done for her. She reached out and took him in her hand. He let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as she ran her fingers over his member. She began to lower herself down, wanting to please him with her mouth.
He reached out and stopped her. “We don’t have time.”
“But I …”
“I know,” he replied. He lifted her up and pulled her close to him again. “I have to go, Allison. We have to leave soon.”
Her heart sunk into her stomach. She didn’t want him to leave.
“I’m scared—for you, for my people, for myself,” she said softly.
“Queane will be here shortly,” he replied. “She’ll take you back to your camp.”
“I can’t go.”
“It doesn’t matter if you stay or if you go—a future for us just isn’t possible.”
His words fell on her hard. She knew he was right, and she had known that all along. But hearing them spoken out loud made her heart hurt.
“You’re right,” she nodded firmly.
He gathered his clothes up off of the floor and began to dress slowly. “This isn’t easy for me, either.”
“I know,” she agreed.
“It’s probably harder, to be honest.”
“The bond,” she muttered. “How can you be so collected about it then?”
He began walking to the door, but stopped short, looking back at her over his shoulder. “Because I know I’m protecting you. My people won’t accept you. You’re not one of us, Allison. If you stayed, I don’t know what would happen to you. At least if you leave, there’s hope you’ll be able to convince your people to leave, and leave with them.”
She thought she heard his voice crack as he spoke, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t ask either. He pulled the door open and disappeared into the hall. The door slammed shut behind him. The loneliness that set in at his absence descended on her, slowly at first, and then with more force.
She lowered herself to the ground and buried her face in her hands. And that's where she sat until Queane appeared at her door.
Chapter 15: A Not so Welcoming Welcome Home
She must have spent the night there, huddled up in a ball on the floor. She also must have fallen asleep, because the sound of the door creaking open startled her.
“Hakona sent me,” Queane explained.
“I know,” Allison answered.
“Why? What does he want me to do now?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Allison asked, opening her eyes wide.
“He said it was going to be something I wouldn’t be happy about, but it was important to him.”
Allison pushed herself up to her feet and walked over to her cot. “He wanted you to help me escape,” she said slowly.
“Escape?” Queane asked, her eyes wide.
“I can’t do it,” Allison said quickly. She thought about Hakona, and the haunting possibility that what he had told her about the people at her camp might be true. “But, I have to do it.” She couldn’t make up her mind.
“You’re not making sense,” Queane said. She looked over her shoulder, out into the empty hall. “They’re all out preparing. But, they’re leaving soon. If you want to do this, we have to do it now.”
“You’d really help me?”
“I’ve gotten myself this involved, why not keep going?”
“I don’t know what to do,” Allison said, looking up at her.
“You don’t want to go?”
“I do, but I don’t. I don’t want to leave Hakona, but I can’t just sit here while my camp gets attacked.”
“You need to decide, Allison—now!”
“Let’s go,” she said pushing past her and walking quickly towards the door.
“You sure?”
“Hurry, if we stay much longer I’ll change my mind.”
They walked quickly out into the hall and turned right, going out the back exit they had left through just the two nights before. It was hard to believe that it would very possibly be the last time she saw those caves, the trees that seemed to touch the sky, and the blue skinned, scale-covered people who had somehow become important to her.
As they drove deeper into the forest, she felt her heart sink down into her stomach. She wanted to look back, to take it all in one last time, but she didn’t. She knew if she did she would stop. She wouldn’t be able to go on.
So, she lowered her head and pushed her way forward. They walked for at least an hour before Queane broke the silence that hung heavily around them.
“Did you guys…?” she started.
“Yes,” Allison answered, not needing her to finish her question.
“And you’re still leaving?”
“I don’t have a choice!” she yelled. She was on edge, and her nerves were frayed. She felt like the air was thick, pushing back against her, making it harder and harder to keep going.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Queane replied quickly.
“I know,” she said with a quiet sigh. “I just hate this. I hate how horribly difficult this all is.”
“I warned you,” Queane said over her shoulder.
“You did. Everyone did. Even Hakona did.”
“Do you feel different?”
"You mean then I did before we…"
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know. I think so, actually. I mean, I feel like I care about him more than I have anyone else, ever. But, I guess I don’t know what he feels. I mean, I don’t know if I feel the same way he does after everything.”
“You might,” Queane said thoughtfully.
“What is it supposed to feel like?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never bonded with anyone.”
“Me neither,” Allison answered with a half-hearted laugh.
They continued forward. Allison looked at the plants around her. She remembered the excitement she felt when she first landed on Planet 48-Z, the rush, and curiosity of getting to study and learn all about it. She had learned a lot in her time with the Samou. Not exactly what she came to learn, but still. She had disc
overed a different way of looking at things.
She reached up and touched a leaf that hung just above her head. Nothing happened. She had expected that.
Queane stopped and looked back at her. “It doesn’t work for you,” she said, reaching up and taking hold of the branch. In an instant, it came to life. The glow was dull compared to how it had been at night, but it was still beautiful.
“That doesn’t happen every time you touch it,” Allison observed. “It didn’t happen in the orchard.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
Queane released the branch and turned to continue walking.
Allison hurried to catch up with her. “Hakona said it’s like a sixth sense,” she added. “So, how can you just turn a sense on and off like that? I can’t just choose to not see something.”
“You can close your eyes,” Queane replied.
“True.”
“And you can hold your breath, so as not to smell something.”
“But that takes effort.”
“Well, this one doesn’t.”
Allison laughed to herself as they continued their walk. “This is like the beginning,” she noted. “Like when we would walk to the orchards together. I ask you questions, and you only half answer them.”
Queane laughed with her. “I guess it is.”
“It’s a nice way to end it all, I guess. Like a circle. Us walking together and talking. It was Hakona who decided to take me, and Hakona who decided to release me.”
“Does that make you feel better? Thinking of it that way?”
“If I think of it any other way it makes my stomach hurt.”
Queane stopped and pointed directly in front of her. “If you keep going this way for about twenty minutes, you’ll find your camp.”
"You're going back now?" she asked, feeling her stomach sink even further if that were possible.
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