Threshold Volume 2

by Shelby Morgen

  “Nnn,” Gethla bit her lip, determined not to speak those words.

  Then Gray decided to add another element. He let the pinky of the hand that was massaging her clit and opening drop low to graze the flesh just behind her vagina, the tender perennial area filled with sensitive nerves.

  Gethla’s mouth dropped open as her body arched toward him. She needed penetration. Her inner walls were throbbing, clenching, and her clit was burning, so hot it felt as if it were on fire. And still he kept those fingers moving, slow, tantalizing, teasing.

  Tears filled her eyes as her whole body became overly sensitive. She could feel the heat of him above her, feel the roughness of his fingers strumming her desires, hear his ragged breathing as he fought to keep his control. It was all driving her mad.

  Then he began to speak.

  “God, baby, you feel so damn hot, so wet, so hungry.”

  Gethla whimpered and tried to tune him out, but some hungry wicked thing inside her forced her to pay attention. “I want you so bad,” he whispering in her ear, his tongue caressing the delicate shell. “My cock is so hard for you. I want to be inside your honey walls, feel them caressing me, pulling my climax from my toes. I want to come with you.”

  “Gray,” she whimpered again.

  He pulled back, grasping his rock hard cock, and began to tease her clit with the head, his wetness adding to hers. Gethla tightened her legs around his waist, but he held back, teasing her, caressing her, making her want to scream.

  “Who am I?” he asked as he pressed just the tip against her, parting her slightly but not penetrating.

  “Gray!”

  “Not good enough baby,” he whispered as he began to gyrate his hips, teasing her by spreading her a little, giving her a taste of what he could fill her with, if only she said the words.

  “Please!”

  By this time, sweat shone on Gray’s body and his hands shook as he resisted the urge to thrust inside her again and again and lose himself within the sweetness of her body. But he wanted to make her scream, to make her feel the thrill of submission and the release you got by giving in to your desire, to please your partner.

  “Tell me,” he hissed as he dropped low enough to graze her lips with his. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.”

  “Gray!”

  “Tell me!”

  “Gray!”

  “Now!”

  “Daddy!”

  As the words exploded form her throat, Gray slammed into her with one sharp deep thrust.

  “Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!” she shrieked, her hands tearing at the robe, her hips thrusting up to meet his, whimpering as his balls began to slap her ass.

  Gray began a powerful rhythm, slamming himself as deep as he could, twisting his hips to be sure to hit her ‘g’ spot, and pulling out to the point where he was on the verge of leaving her body, then repeating.

  Gray was lost in the feel of her, her strong walls gripping him greedily, her body twisting beneath him, her voice whimpering and crying out his name, calling him daddy. He closed his eyes as he felt the teasing burn as his seed began to churn in his balls.

  Gethla was beyond hearing anything, beyond anything but feeling what was happening to her body. She didn’t know if it was his actions, his word play, his overwhelming sexuality, but whatever it was it was like nothing she had ever felt.

  He built the rhythm, moving faster and faster, his hips straining, his muscles pumping. He felt himself reaching the end and struggled to hold on until he gave her the release she deserved.

  “Gray! Yes, Daddy!” she screamed and Gray felt the vibration that signaled the beginning of her release.

  “Gethla!” he gasped, then he felt the muscles at his lower back tingle. He closed his eyes, thrusting deeply to continue her climax as he tumbled straight into his.

  “Gethla! God yes!”

  Underneath him, Gethla opened her mouth in a silent scream as her inner walls clenched around his steel hardness. Everything burned as the fire threatened to burn her to ashes. Her whole world narrowed to the man who was above her and the sensations that were tearing through her body.

  Then the feelings began to ease. She looked up into his face and stared amazed at what she saw.

  Grays eyes were closed tightly, his teeth clenched, and his face twisted in unmistakable ecstasy as he gave in to his need and released within her body.

  Gray.

  Her arms reached up and enveloped him, helping to ease him through his own crisis. As his hips stopped thrusting, his body tensed, and his breath left him in a rush.

  Then he collapsed, boneless, on top of her, into her comforting arms.

  I think I love this man.

  It was her last conscious thought.

  * * * * *

  It was hitting high noon when they finally made the river, but then they stood there, confused as to what to do.

  “So, then,” she said as she arranged her crumpled robe around her body.

  “So then.” Gray adjusted the G-string, all that he was still wearing. G-strings and bug-back riding did not go well together.

  “So we just go into the water?”

  “I don’t know,” he sighed as he slipped off of the Chroan.

  “How did you…get here?”

  “I don’t know. There was a storm, and it was night, and there was a lot of drinking. A lot of drinking. And then there was lightning…”

  They both looked up and saw nothing but bright blue sky. “Hmm, this may take some work.” As he spoke, the tiny pink Chroan clicked excitedly.

  “What?” Although the thought of the tiny creature still creeped him out, especially after he saw the gaping maw filled with the razors it used for teeth, he still found speaking with the thing…normal.

  The bug chattered and spun in a circle.

  “What? You know something that I don’t?”

  The bug chattered again. Before he could say anything else, the bug shot off, clicking all the way.

  “Is it something I said?” Gray asked, feeling confused.

  “I think it could be the way you smell.”

  “Like you?” he snickered as he took a whiff. “You may be right,” he mused.

  Gethla nodded as she took a delicate sniff of herself.

  “I’ll join you.”

  “But it’s…it’s…it’s the mystical lake.“ Gethla let out a small giggle as she began to pull off her robes. “Ohhh! Mystical or not, Gray, it’s wet and after a liberal application of water and some scrubbing with sand, I shall feel normal again.”

  Gray stared at her as she pulled her robe from her body. Her tall, lithe body was muscled and firm, yet had the feminine curves that made him drool. Her pink hair flowed around her body and her yellow eyes flashed with mischief and humor. Immediately he felt the blood rush to his cock and a low ache start in his stomach. His heart began to race, and his breath began to rasp deep in his chest. It had to be love, or a mild case of the flu. Turning, she presented her pert bottom, looking over her shoulder at him and tossing her hair back, a patented Gray move.

  “Oh, seduction.” Gray snickered as he pulled the ties that held his exotic undies in place and started toward her.

  Laughing, Gethla turned and dashed off toward the water, daring him to follow with a glance. Gray took three steps before a low hissing voice caused him to turn. “That’s the way you belong.”

  “Oh what in the name of nuclear fallout hell,” Gray groaned as Orange Hair seemed to pop out of nowhere. Of course Peach Hair, both Yellow Hairs, and the alternate Orange Hair were close behind.

  “I think you have something that belongs to me.”

  “What?” Naked and unashamed, Gray turned, arms akimbo, to glare at the five men. “Haven’t you idiots had enough? What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “We just want what we deserve.”

  As Orange spoke, Gray’s temper started to boil. Narrowing his eyes at the interlopers to his interlude, he visually dared them to say another w
ord. But as his temper started to boil, something began to happen. The sky darkened, the air filled with ominous rumbles, and a strange tension, more like pressure, filled the air.

  “What you deserve? What you deserve? All you deserve is a swift kick in the ass, and I’ll be happy to give you one.

  “Gray?” Gethla called out, starting to climb from the water to assist her mate.

  “Stay there,” he called to her, never taking his eyes off of the gathered men. “I don’t need help to deal with imbeciles like these.”

  The men chuckled among themselves, assured of their victory. And why not? Any time they’d seen the strange long-haired man he was either undressed, knocked out, or flat on his back. He didn’t have the build of a fighter and he looked more seductive than dangerous. But when Orange reached out for Gray, he found his hand gripped in a painful hold, his body spun around by his arm, and his back pressed up against the naked chest he admired so much. He managed a grunt before he felt Gray’s free hand press against a spot in his neck, then his world began to go dark.

  Gray didn’t even break a sweat as he dropped the heavy body to the ground, his breathing still even and calm though his eyes were spitting fire. “Who else wants some?”

  The four remaining rustlers all rushed him at once.

  “Gray!” Gethla called as she saw what was happening. She knew that he couldn’t resist them all. But as she stepped forward, her tender foot came down on something sharp and rather painful. “Ouch!” she screamed as she jerked her foot to the surface. Embedded in the bottom was something small, sharp, and metal. As she lifted it from the water, there was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. Gray braced himself to fight, but hearing Gethla’s cry made him turn to see what the problem was.

  In her hand, she held a key, and not just any key. It was the clunky old metal key that was supposed to get him into his room at the inn.

  Gray’s eyes widened in surprise, just before he was hit by four men bent on doing him as much bodily harm as possible in the shortest amount of time. One man went down with a scream as a small bundle of pink leapt and attached itself to his leg, its teeth snapping. Then the world began to move as if in slow motion. He felt the impact as someone dove onto his stomach, he felt his body lift from the ground to fly backwards, felt the breath leave his body as he slammed into the ground.

  Then the lightning flashed, the thunder boomed, and the sky burned white. His arm flew out automatically to take some of the impact of his fall and his hand slammed into the water. As soon as his body touched the lake water, the lightning exploded in a klaxon of white fire. Gray felt the air sucked from his lungs, felt his hair stand on end. All sound seemed to be suspended (or someone stuffed cotton in his ears). He felt his consciousness leaving him. His last thought before everything was sucked from him was, “I’m sorry, Gethla. I failed you. I guess I’m not a Warrior after all.”

  * * * * *

  Gray exploded from the water, throwing back his head as the harsh sound of him drawing in air filled the courtyard. Flailing his arms, he struggled to the surface of the water, his mind clouded with panic as his lungs drew in air for what seemed to be the first time in hours. Then two things happened. His hand struck the concrete wall of the fountain and a face, a name, screamed across his mind.

  “Gethla!” he gasped as he pulled himself to his knees, leaning over the wall as he coughed up water. “Gethla!” He turned wildly, his eyes scanning for a hint of pink hair or the flash of yellow eyes.

  “Gethla!” Where was he? He looked up into the sky and gasped at the inky blackness he saw between the haze and the shower of warm water that rained down on him. When had the midday become the night? He looked down and recognized the row of doors that stood like sentries, their numbers shining in the bright flash of lightning.

  Slowly, awareness dawned. He was back at the Inn.

  But where was Gethla? He splashed to his feet with renewed energy as he struggled to move around the fountain. “Gethla!” he called, his voice growing stronger as he circled the giant stone Phoenix. She had to be there. She just had to be! But she was nowhere to be found.

  Gethla! His eyes beginning to burn as he felt tears demanding to fall. Gethla! He had lost her. Throwing his head back, his hands fisted, his chest heaving, he bellowed his anguish to the heavens. “Gethla!”

  Just as the despair in his heart threatened to overwhelm, he heard a small cough. Then the cough became a heaving sigh as air was drawn into starved lungs.

  “Gethla!” Gray turned and splashed his way through the water toward the sound. He rounded the far side of the fountain, then he saw the wash of pink hair that floated around a huddled form. As he approached, her head lifted and Gray was struck by the emotion that cut through the dark skies and the falling rain.

  In her eyes, he saw his completion. As he approached, he knew his eyes were wide with emotion, he saw her lift her hand. Hanging from her fingers was that blasted, ugly, beautiful key. And in that moment, he knew that he had found his lion—his lioness—at last.

  Epilogue

  Gray tugged his tie from around his neck and hurled it onto a nearby chair. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, tugging the long locks free of its band as he stalked through the maze of boxes that crowded his apartment. There wasn’t much left there as most of his heavier pieces were shipped ahead of time. He was finally going to Florida, going back to spend time with Jarvis and Candy before starting his new life.

  He sighed as he sank into one of his few remaining chairs and pulled his laptop onto his knees. As he waited for his computer to boot up, an arm holding an icy glass slipped into his view.

  “It was a lovely service.”

  Gray accepted the glass and ran it across his forehead. “Yeah,” he sighed as strong hands began to massage his tense shoulders. “But I still don’t believe it.”

  Gethla leaned on his shoulder, her soft pink hair falling around them as she eased off her shoulder rubbing and wrapped her arms around him. “You know your friend best.”

  “I know that Marylin would never do anything to end her life! She had too much to live for.”

  Gethla nodded, her confidence in Gray complete. He had kept his word, finished what he started, as he liked to say.

  When he pulled her from the fountain, he brought her into a wondrous world filled with marvels that she had never imagined. There were magic boxes called televisions and computers. There were foods, already slaughtered and prepared, and no Chroan to be found. There were hot showers, and ice cream, and pizza, and coffee. And Gray had procured her a job as a bouncer, as he promised. This bouncing thing seemed simple enough when explained. But she had to take a self-defense course, where she simply knocked around two men until they said she was proficient in bouncing.

  Actually, the way it sounded, it was just another way of herding things, though this time she would be herding people instead of Chroan, but it seemed to be a fun job. And they were going to travel to meet his family. Jarvis seemed particularly interested in the jewel that proved her fertility and in her energy bow, which she no longer had. Jarvis told her that since no one else had jewels, he would tell people that it was an implant, and that she could fit right into the club scene in New York, whatever a club scene was.

  Without her energy bow, she could only offer explanations as they were relayed to her, but she hoped that the man could find her tales useful. Giving Gray an extra squeeze, she rose and went to pull off the constricting clothing she had been forced to wear. Bras, panties, dress shoes, it was all a bother. She much preferred her loose robes and her under bindings, but she had discovered a few fashions that suited her. Thigh-high boots were nice, with or without the heel. Gray had gotten her several pairs and she loved to wear them for him. They seemed to have a strange effect on him though, making him drool and pet her legs as if he had never seen the like.

  Sometimes she still missed Zy, and the extended family that she had when her father and his partner died. Gray himself, using
several of her descriptions, had recreated pictures of her family. She was almost brought to tears the first time she saw her father’s bright yellow eyes, so much like hers, and his partner’s shorter thin form.

  Gray had been surprised to find out that her father’s partner was female, and had told her that it had a different meaning here. Mate wouldn’t work either, because he said it was crude. Wife was the word he said the partner, with her soft peach hair, was. He also said that soul-mate was acceptable, and that she was his.

  That term needed no explanation, and was a title she would gleefully wear. As she tossed her shoes on to the shoe rack Gray had demanded she get, as her number of shoes outmatched the number of her outfits, she herd a soft gasp come from Gray’s chair. Turning, she made her way back into the room only to see tears streaming silently down his face.

  “Gray?” she asked, concerned as she took in his condition. “What…?”

  “She’s alive!”

  Gethla didn’t need to be told who the she in question was. Even though they’d just come form a memorial that had declared Marylin dead to all of existence, it seemed that the declaration was premature.

  “Where is she?” She looked over his shoulder and smiled as she watched the unfamiliar characters dance across the screen. Gray was teaching her to read, but it was strange trying to place a word name with all those squiggles and lines. Seeing her questioning look, Gray began to read the short message that flashed there.

  You were right. We’re too good for this reality…Good bye, old friend.

  “But that says…”

  “That she found what she was looking for.” His words rang with an awesome finality as he looked up at his one true soul mate, his lioness. He had to be zapped into the future to claim her, he had to face his worst nightmares and learn a lot about himself and the prejudices that he held. But in the end, all the pain and fear, all the struggles and hardships, all the painful learning and the self-examination were worth it. “I love you,” he said, his heart filling so full of emotion that he knew he would explode.