by Mills, Shae
They lay together for a long time, and finally Chelan collected herself enough to speak. “Where did you go?” she asked quietly.
Shan began stroking her back. “I awoke long before first light and didn’t wish to disturb you, so I went exploring the side tunnels.”
Chelan looked up into his warm eyes. “Did you find anything?”
Shan smiled. “No. The one I chose eventually tapered out and began to get too dark. I’ll look at some others as time goes on, only I’ll tell you when I’m going.”
“I’m sorry that I overreacted.”
Shan held her face, stroking her chin with his thumb. “You didn’t overreact, Kayla. You just assumed the worst. If I’d been here, alone for so long, and you came into my life, I would have reacted the same way if I awoke some morning to find you gone.”
Chelan suddenly felt a soothing contentment wash over her, and she hugged him tightly. Shan held her for a long time until he was sure she was okay, and then he rose up and looked down at her knees. “They will be okay,” he commented. Then he stood and removed his boots and knives. He smiled at her and then walked over to the pool, where he stripped off his pants and jumped in.
But Chelan was not letting him out of her reach. She immediately followed him over to the water and sat by the edge. Rapidly, her mind sorted through her situation and her desolate life here alone. He had been with her a long time, and his temporary absence had shocked her to the very depths of her soul. It was time to enjoy his presence to the fullest, for she knew that someday soon he would be gone, and it would not be exploring; it would be permanent.
Shan surfaced and smiled at her. Chelan smiled back briefly and then took a deep breath. She lifted her tunic over her head and laid it beside her.
“Coming in?” he smiled as he blew a few bubbles and then disappeared from sight.
Chelan quickly removed her sarong and slipped into the pool; her knees stung badly.
Shan surfaced again. “How are the knees?” he asked as he cleared the water from his eyes.
Chelan looked at him intently. “Fine,” she muttered. But her mind was not on her knees. She pushed away from the pool’s edge and approached him slowly.
Suddenly, Shan lost his smile, and he touched bottom, remaining very still. She slid up his body like a diaphanous whisper. She reached for his face and immediately took his lips. Shan was thunderstruck, and his heart slammed against his chest.
She peered up at him and pressed her soft breasts against his sensitive skin as her long legs surrounded his waist. He moaned, realizing that she was completely naked. His hands coursed over her sides to her back, and he pressed her against him. Shan searched her deep brown eyes, and he kissed her lips briefly. Then he drew back and watched her carefully as his hands descended over her smooth, round buttocks. But she did not flinch, and she did not pull away. “I want to make love to you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Chelan smiled. “I’d like that,” she uttered.
Shan kissed her hard and pushed off from the pool bottom, moving her to the rock ledge. There he stood and grasped her waist, lifting her up to the pool’s edge and sitting her there. He tore his eyes from hers and looked over her sensual, moist body. He placed his hands on her thighs and parted them slightly. Then he slipped up to the ledge between her legs. His hands moved up her slender thighs and around her firm bottom. He held her tightly as he leaned to her and took his first taste of her full breasts.
Chelan closed her eyes and hugged his head, stroking his long, wet hair as he teased her nipples, long-forgotten sensations rippling over her like soft, deep shocks. She loved him so much, and she wanted all of him.
Shan moved his hands to her breasts and began caressing them. The feel of all her luscious, ripe flesh beneath his fingers set his body aflame. He leaned in and took her in his mouth again, sucking her hard.
Chelan let her head fall back. She moaned. Everything he did felt so good. It had been so long, far, far too long.
Shan’s breathing took flight, and he allowed his straining erection. He released her as she arched back from him. Then she pushed away from the pool’s edge and lay down, raising her feet from the water. Shan couldn’t believe her erotic motions and the passionate sensuality displayed before him for the taking. He looked at the soft feminine folds offered to him, and his mouth watered. He rose out of the pool, causing a warm wave to wash over her.
Shan crouched onto his hands and knees and moved over her, tasting her breasts again. He felt her hands brush down his chest, and then she grasped his swollen penis. He shuddered. She stroked him as she curled forward, her tongue teasing his neck and throat.
Shan was beside himself with desire, and his body quaked. He split his legs wide and tilted himself to her, his pulsing organ teasing her slippery folds.
Chelan released him and fell back down to the cavern floor. She wasn’t interested in foreplay. She just wanted to be filled.
Shan watched her carefully as he pushed through her softness to her opening, and then he stopped. She looked at him with wide eyes, and he smiled. He kissed her lips gently as he resumed his entry but then he hesitated as he felt her extreme tightness.
Chelan felt her flesh burn at his gentle pressure, and she stiffened. It had been a long time, and what she remembered most vividly was the pain forced on her by Ticees. Her legs trembled, and she closed her eyes, eradicating the images from her vision.
Shan withdrew and rested down on her being careful of his weight. “You’re tight, Kayla, and I’m not going to hurt you. You have to relax.”
Chelan opened her eyes and nodded.
Shan began to kiss her mouth tenderly, his tongue exploring all of her as his fingers traced gently over her neck. He needed her to come to him, to want him so badly that she would accept him easily and painlessly. And so he moved off her and to her side, his fingers slipping into her moistness.
Chelan felt every nerve in her body ignite as he began to tease her swollen nodule. He hunched over and began suckling her breast, and Chelan thought she was going to burst. She tilted her hips to him, begging to be taken, and his fingers moved to her soft opening, penetrating her slowly. Chelan cried out and grabbed his hair, pulling him from her breast and kissing his mouth aggressively.
Shan returned her passionate kiss as his fingers traced up to her hard peak. There he began his slow, circular caress, his touch light, forcing her to arch to his touch. Then he slipped two fingers into her deeply as his thumb smoothed over her erect clit, and he tantalized her until he felt her unreal tightness abate, her tension replaced by a deep pulsing that mirrored his sensual caress. He rose over her effortlessly, his fingers still deep inside her as positioned himself again and pressed near her. But he did not enter her.
Ever so slowly he began removing his fingers, his fingertips just teasing her entry, rubbing along the edge, electrifying her nerves. He looked down into her face, her skin flushed, her breathing labored. He pressed the head of his penis into her and moved his slick fingers back to her swollen bud. He stroked her, bringing her critically close to her peak. Then she arched back and cried out in ecstasy, and he relented, allowing her to orgasm. She grabbed onto his shoulders tightly, and Shan pressed his fingers against the small organ, forcing her final tremors. Then he let his fingers travel back down toward her feminine well, and he felt her creamy warmth inviting him. His fingers entered her again, causing her to gasp, her muscles clenching around him. Then he ceased all motion and looked down into her eyes, waiting for her permission.
Chelan looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him, and he smiled. He removed his fingers from her and ran her wetness over his organ, lubricating himself fully. Then he settled onto her and began his slow and cautious entry. Her hands moved over his steel-hard buttocks, and she pressed him to her.
Shan pushed into her, but he was wary, concerned for her comfort as he began his controlled penetration. But he felt her stiffen once again, and he knew she expected pain. Shan smiled at her.
“You have to relax, Kayla, or it will hurt.”
Chelan closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to wipe Ticees from her mind. Then she felt Shan lift off her slightly, and she looked up into his anxious eyes.
“Hey,” he called to her. “Was someone rough with you?” Shan waited, but he could tell she was not going to speak. But she did not have to. Her eyes and her muscles instantly betrayed her. Shan shook his head at her. “I will not hurt you, Kayla. I will not do anything that makes this unpleasurable for you. I will not enter you simply for my sake.” His voice became a deep, sensual, whisper. “Trust me, pretty woman.”
Korba’s term of endearment melted her soul. She took several calming breaths as she stared into Shan’s azure eyes, azure, the color of ecstasy. And then she cried out as she was instantly rewarded with his painless and unhindered entry. She looked up into his warm gaze, and she smiled back, closing her eyes and giving herself to him.
Shan closed his own eyes as he was swept away by the beautiful sensations that filled his body and soul. But his movements were still tentative, and he moved in and out of her gently, giving her time to adjust to his size and feeling for her barrier.
Chelan looked up at him, waiting for a familiar response. She watched him carefully as he slipped into her deeper and deeper, and soon she saw the surprise on his face as she took his entire length.
Shan shuddered and looked down at her in amazement. “Oh god, woman,” he breathed and immediately he began his smooth, powerful pelvic thrusts.
Chelan was beside herself in rapture as she watched him move over and in her. He rested on his elbows on either side of her and she soaked in all that was the masculine splendor of the Iceanean warrior. His shoulders were wide and powerful, his arms supporting him as easily as if they were cut of stone. His chest was broad and sculpted, his massive pectorals leading down to the lean washboard abdominals that contracted and released to the rhythm of his hips.
She licked her lips as she looked at the contour of the V-shaped muscles that led to his maleness, the vision of his glistening penis entering her over and over sending her to a plane of delight beyond reality itself. Then, as if reading her thoughts, he stopped and slowly withdrew from her depths. Chelan gasped and then feasted on the vision before her as he pushed back onto his knees and sat on his heels before her. She looked at him, his long black hair framing his handsome face and cascading down his chest. His penis was pulsing up along his beautiful abdominals, his erection absolutely magnificent. One powerful hand reached for his own engorged flesh, and she thought she would come by simply watching him. His hand slid up over his tip and then down, retracting his foreskin back from his swollen glans. He was so wonderfully aroused, so deliciously thick, the sight of his distended head caused a nearly unbearable ache to take her from head to toe, pooling deep in her pelvis.
She looked down past his fist to his widely spread legs, his powerful thighs. But when she looked to his heavy testicles hanging in open invitation to be taken, she felt herself flood with carnal heat. Her eyes widened as she saw his penis throb despite his grip, and his testicles contracted.
Then he extended his free hand to her. “Come here,” he commanded in a deep rumble.
Chelan rose, her body trembling with a sexual hunger so voracious she felt almost deranged. She reached for his hand, and he yanked her to him. He took her by the waist and lifted her over him as though she were weightless. Then he studied her as he allowed her to melt ever so slowly over him, his rock-hard organ piercing her swollen, dripping softness. Her legs straddled his thighs, and he lowered her until he was fully sheathed, and then he held her very still.
Chelan sucked in a breath as she watched his luminous eyes take in everything about her, his fingertips following every contour of her pretty face. Then he reached for her neck, his fingers lacing behind her as he kissed her deep and tenderly, his tongue consuming her sweet mouth and her honeyed lips.
His fingers then traveled out along her slender shoulders and down her back, exploring every dip, every curve. His tongue traced over her jaw and down to her neck where he buried his face, his lips tasting, his tongue savoring her until her whole body shuddered with the most delectable sensations, her womanhood squeezing the thickness within her, hard.
Chelan’s fingers fanned out over his shoulders and then back to his neck, where she entwined her fingers in his thick mane. His strong male scent intoxicated her, infusing her equally with love and lust, permeating her senses with a longing for him so deep she never wanted him to leave her body.
Then one of his hands curved under her bottom, his forearm slipping under her. His other hand slithered back up to her neck where he grasped her hair in his fist. Chelan moaned as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him. She heard a guttural purr escape his chest as his teeth raked over her vulnerable flesh. Then he raised her, his powerful forearm supporting her easily, and she felt him begin to move within her. He withdrew slowly until he came right out … and she whimpered, his tip teasing her soft opening. Then he tilted up … deeper and deeper.
Chelan gasped. She was his for the taking. He pulled on her hair harder, forcing her to arch back strongly, her breasts thrusting forward. His mouth took her aggressively as he began his powerful thrusts. He seized her nipple, his teeth teasing her as he drew on her forcefully. Chelan thought every nerve in her body was going to explode. Only a man as powerful as the men of his world could hold her in such a position so effortlessly, her pelvis pressed into his as he took her over and over again, his muscular thighs and hips driving him high into her, filling her to her core.
Chelan finally cried out, the intensity of her orgasm shocking her, and suddenly his motions slowed and his mouth left her breast. He released her hair, and both hands curved under her bottom as she sagged against his chest, her arms hooking around his neck. Tremors surged over her and through her, her whole body contracting powerfully over and over. And just when she though they had ceased, he allowed her to rest partially on his thighs as he reached between them and slid his thumb down over her clit. Chelan gasped as new ripples of delight fanned out through her pelvis.
Utterly spent and totally content, she finally looked up at him. His eyes were on fire, a sly smile quirking at the edges of his gorgeous lips. “What about you?” she asked breathlessly. He tipped her back and laid her on the floor. He hunched over her, and in two powerful drives, he came.
Chelan clutched at him as he straightened out over her, watching his weight on her, his mane cascading around her. He continued moving within her, his motions now slow and tender. Then he began to withdraw, but Chelan’s hands flew to his buttocks, preventing his motion. “No,” she pleaded. “Stay in me, please.”
Shan smiled down at her. “My pleasure,” he responded huskily.
They rested for a short time, and then their lovemaking began again. Both wanted the feelings never to end, but finally, Shan reluctantly backed off. He did not want to rub her raw. He could tell that it had been a long time since her last encounter, and he would stick to his word of not hurting her. Then he picked her up, and they both collapsed into the pool to relax and to soak away the fluids of their passion.
*****
And so their time together continued. Shan explored the connecting tunnels, gaining more strength with each passing day. They spent their mornings with their bodies intermingled in love, and their afternoons in training. In the evenings they rested and chatted.
Chelan listened to him endlessly as he spoke of the Empire, his work, and his people. He went into great detail about many of his missions, his recounts holding Chelan rapt for hours on end. It was as though she was experiencing endless science fiction movies, the characters speaking to her in person for her own private showing. And it was fortunate on many levels that Shan worked under Toran’s command, for she could not have endured the mere mention of Korba, Dar, or Fremma, their memories too painful to withstand.
Chelan in turn alluded to her story, but she
was vague and let him know in no uncertain terms that she did not wish to speak in depth about her life in the Southlands of Iceanea, her life before her arrival in the Dead Zone. But to keep him partially satisfied, she did speak of her friends back home, weaving some of her Earth adventures into the mix, keeping everything very simple. She was extremely wary of keeping her intelligence downplayed and her vast education completely hidden. As a result, she asked him countless questions about his world’s technology, absorbing all the information with a passion as she always had. But many of her questions had to begin on a very elementary plane with the hope that he would elaborate on the basics, which he was more than happy to do.
Shan still respected her privacy, but he knew that eventually he would piece together her story. He would not push her now and take the chance of having her withdraw from him. But in the future, he would know all, one way or another. There was a spark within her that told him she did not belong in this primitive world that she had been cast into. And the fact that she seemed to accept her lot despite her obvious intelligence screamed of subterfuge and deception. With time, he was sure that he would ferret out the true story. He just had to be patient and cautious.
One of Chelan’s favorite topics was her theory on the cavern’s existence, and although that whole area was out of Shan’s expertise, he listened with genuine interest. She also spoke a lot about the Batex, which had not made an appearance since Shan’s arrival. Chelan surmised that there was simply too much commotion and scent around for them, but she was sure that Shan would probably encounter them on his travels through the tunnels. Regardless, for the moment, they were not necessary. Her stores of food were still ample, and she had not even touched the caches of frozen meat she had stashed near the surface.
