by Zara Zenia
Without question, he placed the long tube behind her ear and the glass curls wound their way into her hair to fit securely while displaying the beauty of his artwork.
Tears filled her eyes. “How did you know?” she asked.
The vendor bowed his head slightly. “Your heart shows this place.”
Barsork leaned toward her. “You see, this man specializes in glass, but he is a healer of sorts as well. The governing body of this planet sees that he always has glass to help those he can help. Even if that help is only a smile, or an uplifted heart. They provide the home for him, his wife, and their three children. They provide food, clothing, toys, or whatever the family ask for.
“All the people on this planet are provided for, because they all work to provide for the safety and security of others.”
Betty thanked the man profusely as they walked away and then she turned to Barsork again. “I still don’t understand, where does the government get all the provisions, and how do they know what each person needs?”
Barsork had never tried to explain to someone what was commonly known throughout the galaxy and he found the task somewhat daunting.
“Ok. Let me try to explain. When I first came to train here I was assigned to the orphaned ward. Most planets have their own ways of dealing with orphans, but not all, and sometimes they choose to send orphans here because it is better for them if a child is left with no one to care for them.
“No one would want to see a child sold or bought or harmed because they have already lost so much. So most come here where they are accepted without question into a society that will love them and care for them and ask nothing of them accept to heal as best they can. Other planets who respect, or understand, or use the sanctuary planet here for any reason, provide a surplus to the governing body.
“The governing body here receives weekly reports from each ward, as well as all citizens as to the needs and wishes for that individual or community. If the governing body already has the needs they simply supply them, if not they request it from one of the planets in the system as payment.
“It would be impossible to try and explain a system that has been in place for longer than your planet has existed, but I hope you can begin to grasp the idea,” Barsork concluded.
Betty laughed. “I couldn’t even begin to comprehend the complexities involved, but it sounds wonderful. Do all the planets contribute?” she asked.
“Most do. Even those planets that do not actively use the sanctuary city, understand its importance to the galaxy. There are a very few isolated planets that do not contribute, but they are mostly xenophobes.”
Betty pulled the hair-piece loose and looked at it, her eyes brimming with tears once again. “Well, however it works, I understand why they call this place sanctuary.”
Barsork stared into her eyes for a long moment and then let out a long sigh. “I know that you are going to go back, and I have promised to take you. But while you are here, can I have your heart.”
Betty lifted up on her toes and kissed him gently. “You will always have my heart, Barsork. Now, you still have not fed me breakfast.”
Barsork grumbled and then laughed. “Okay, my Betty. Let us find you some food.”
They walked to several more stands until Betty found a fruit station that made her mouth water. Barsork let her pick out the ones she wanted while he went to a stand a few feet away.
Betty smiled and thanked the young girl behind the counter and couldn’t help but notice that despite her clothing and hair style, she looked almost human.
“Can I ask your name?” Betty asked as she took the small basket of fresh cut fruits.
“I’m Elena,” the girl said shyly.
Betty smiled. “My name is Betty. You have wonderful fruit.”
The girl smiled softly, but began looking very nervous.
For a moment Betty had forgotten that she was disguised. “I’m human.” She blurted before she had time to think better of it. “I know I don’t look it, but I am. Are there others?”
The young girl began looking back and forth and then quickly disappeared behind the stand.
Just then Barsork came back. “Are you ready to go? It looks like you picked some good fruits.”
Betty looked for the girl one last time and finally smiled as she followed Barsork from the market. All the way back she was distracted and Barsork couldn’t help but notice.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen at the market?”
Betty shrugged. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I could have sworn that the girl who gave me the fruits was human. When I asked her about it she got scared and disappeared.” Maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see because I was thinking about Earth.”
Barsork tensed slightly, but tried not to let it show. “I’m sure that was it.” He quickly changed subjects. “Well if you’re not too distracted I think it’s about time we actually eat some of this breakfast you wanted so badly. How about if we change back into our true selves and I will feed you the scrumptious taste of the galaxy.”
Betty smiled pleasantly. “That sounds wonderful.”
Betty felt the sweet rush of flavorful juice slide over her tongue and down her throat as Barsork fed her a yellow fruit that looked like mango, but tasted like strawberries and cream.
Barsork picked up another piece of fruit, this one perfectly round with swirling colors of green and orange. “I am surprised that you picked this one,” he commented as he held the fruit close to her lips.
“Why are you surprised?” she asked.
“This is the most erotic fruit of the Linfiel People. They are a race of lovers. They have refined the art of lovemaking to a place near holiness. Perhaps one day I will take you there and you can see a world where the body is worshipped.”
“It’s only a fruit,” Betty protested.
Barsork smiled. “Do not eat the fruit yet, but simply lean forward and smell.”
Betty did as she was told and as she inhaled her body quivered and she felt herself orgasm. Her eyes popped open in surprise and disbelief. Barsork smiled at her.
“Oh my!” she said not knowing what else to say.
Barsork held out her hand and rubbed the tip of the fruit against her finger. The sensation made her feel as though she could make love for days and never stop being pleasured.
“This is amazing, Barsork,” she said.
He looked at her with desire in his eyes. “It is said that if you share the juice from the inside of this fruit that you will experience love and sex in a way that will change you forever. Most only dare to at most, taste the outside. That in itself is usually enough to have people doing things they never before dreamed of.”
Betty immediately jumped up and ran into the kitchen area and came back with a small knife. She took the fruit from Barsork's hand and cut the fruit to the center careful not to lose any of the juice as she split it open, half for her and half for Barsork.
Betty opened her mouth and let Barsork pour the juice from his half into her mouth, and she carefully did the same to him. To say that the effects took over immediately would be an understatement.
Betty and Barsork were naked in a split second, their bodies a tangle of arms and legs and lips. The fruit didn’t just make things feel better, but it actually made her know how to do things better. The way her hands and lips moved on Barsork's body was as pleasurable and surprising as the things he was doing to her.
This wasn’t just sexual gratification though, this was sensual, pleasurable lovemaking without limits. Every touch was purposeful and every kiss was intentional. Nothing lasted a second less or a second more than the perfect moment. When she sat on top of him and took him into her, they moved together in a rhythm so interconnected that it was as if they were one person.
They didn’t get tired, or sore, or hungry, or need a break. When she took his cock in her mouth, her lips and tongue moved in ways that seemed impossible at times. The harder he became and the further dow
n her throat he went the more turned on she became.
She swallowed every drop of him as his hot liquid cum shot down her throat, and then she sucked him to fullness and swallowed his manhood three more times.
When his tongue and lips found the fullness of her womanhood and teased her clitoris, her orgasms flowed one into another into another.
In erotic love making and complete sexual trust, they took turns masturbating for each other, laying themselves bare for the other. They made love missionary style, and with her on top. They made love sitting, and standing, and laying, and at one time hanging.
Betty not only allowed him to take her from behind, but found it to be the most pleasurable experience of them all. His rock hard penis slid in and out of her tight hole with slippery precision, while his fingers pressed in and out of her sopping pussy and rubbed her erect clitoris.
Finally, after hours and hours of love making they curled up in each other and fell into a sensational, dream filled sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Betty
When Betty awoke the next morning she felt completely alive and whole. She glanced quickly at Barsork as he slept and ran her fingers lovingly down his naked back. He stirred slightly at the touch and made a contented humming sound.
“Barsork, I’m going to go back to the market and get something for breakfast,” she whispered softly into his ear.
Barsork rolled over slowly and wrapped his arm around her. “Alright, I’ll get up and come with you,” he groaned obviously still half asleep.
“No, stay in bed, Love. I remember how to get there and back, and I won’t be long.” She leaned over and softly kissed his lips and then quietly pulled on her clothes and stepped out into the warm air.
It was true that she wanted to go back to the market for something to eat. She had really and truly enjoyed the experience. She had a secondary motive in her mind as well though. She had to be certain if the girl she had seen at the market the day before had been a human.
Without even bothering to disguise herself, Betty walked briskly along the trail leading from their hidden home to the town market.
She couldn’t help but notice how much more crowded the market was today than it had been the day before. And for some reason she felt slightly uneasy. For a split second she almost turned around and ran back to the hideout, back to Barsork’s strong and comforting embrace.
In the end, her curiosity and determination won out over her nervousness and fear and she pressed onward slowly making her way through the market.
Betty gratefully accepted many gifts as she walked and couldn’t help but notice the strange and almost pitiful look on some of their faces. Yesterday she had felt like royalty walking along and talking to the vendors. Today she felt almost as if she were being treated like a lost and wounded animal.
The more she walked, the stranger her feelings became and then her skin began to crawl with a peculiar tingling sensation and Goosebumps raced up her flesh as if she had just walked through a snow drift.
Betty stopped and turned around glancing behind her and she just seemed to catch the faintest hint of a person following her. She couldn’t be certain that the movement had been someone dodging behind a stand, but it certainly seemed that way. After scanning the area vigorously she at last began to walk again, this time more slowly and cautiously.
She passed two more venders who nervously offered her their wares before hurriedly backing away from her. Once again the strange but oddly familiar sensation wrapped its way up her body and seeped into her skin. Betty turned, this time much quicker and was certain that she saw a man slip behind a fruit stand as she turned.
She gasped feeling suddenly very afraid and then with dawning clarity realized that she had forgotten her disguise. Everyone at the market could see that she was human, and probably knew that she was being hunted. Betty suddenly understood that the strange way she was being treated was because she was most certainly being hunted and she should never have ventured coning out on her own.
Fearful of what would happen if she were caught, Betty picked up her pace and began sprinting through the market, twisting and turning through the stands. Each time she glanced behind her she saw the strange shadowy figure just long enough to know that she was still most certainly being followed.
Betty dodged left through an art pavilion and came out on the other side at a dead run. As she turned another corner she glanced behind once more and as she did she ran full force into another body and the two went crashing to the ground in a tangled mess.
Betty, at first feeling disoriented thought she had run into a hunter and began screaming. “Please be quiet. You’re going to get us both caught.” The sound of a young human girl’s voice brought Betty to her senses and she realized the person she had run into was the very girl she had been searching for.
“Elena, I’ve been looking for you all morning. I have to know if you are truly human?” Betty blurted as the two tried to pick themselves off the ground.
Before she could answer the young girl looked over Betty’s shoulder. “Hunters,” she whispered vehemently. “Come, we must go now.” Elena pulled Betty to her feet and without a second’s hesitation began dragging her toward the street. Betty lost track of all the twist and turns, but eventually recognized the small fruit stand where she had first met Elena the day before.
Elena continued to pull Betty frantically along and when they at last passed behind the fruit stand, Betty surprisingly found herself staring at a small woodland track surrounded by sounds of the forest. From off to the side, another young girl popped out from behind a tree. “Elena what’s happening? Who is this?”
Elena handed Betty off to the new girl with a soft push. “She’s got a hunter on her tail. Get her back to the camp and I’ll be along shortly. You know what to do if I don’t get back.”
Betty turned back toward Elena and was surprised to find that she was staring at the market place. She could clearly see the backside of the fruit stand and see all the people wandering along, but she couldn’t hear any sounds. “What is this place?” she asked in awe.
“This is our sanctuary inside of sanctuary,” the new girl said. “Come quickly. Elena will make sure you are not discovered.”
Betty allowed herself to be pulled along as she stared back at the strange sight of the market on one side, and the beautiful forest on the other, as if separated by a single thin line.
When they had gone down the trail a small ways and Betty could no longer see the view of the market, the young girl began speaking in a soft voice. “My name is Kristin Hope by the way. I’m nineteen now, just a few days ago. What’s your name?”
Betty felt so lost and confused, but at the same time she was happy to see other humans, especially ones her own age. “My name is Betty and I’m nineteen too. Can I ask how you got here? You’re the first human I’ve seen since coming here.”
Kristin glanced over her shoulder several times. “We’d better wait till we get in the clearing just in case, and Elena should be there too. She’s the one that looks out for us.”
Betty didn’t like having to wait for answers, especially since she had no idea where she was, or who these people were. She was also concerned about the time. She had already been gone for over an hour and she was certain that Barsork would be up soon and worried about where she was.
After several more failed attempts to get Kristin talking, Betty gave in and decided that she would just have to go along with things for now and see where it took her. She was curious and her instincts told her that she could trust Kristin and Elena.
They trudged along for some distance until the path disappeared and they were trudging through dense undergrowth and large trees. Betty was beginning to insist upon being taken back to the market when at last they came out from under the heavy trees and she found herself in an open clearing.
As soon as they were out, at least a dozen girls jumped up from the center of the clearing, looks of fear etched on t
heir young faces.
“Don’t worry, it’s just another girl. Elena is running off the Hunter now.” The young group of girls took a collective sigh and began smiling as they crowded around Betty excitedly.
“I’m so glad you made it out.”
“How did you get here?”
“What’s your name?”
Betty was pummeled from all sides with rapid-fire questions coming from several girls at one time and she didn’t know who to answer first. Thankfully Kristin came to her rescue.
“Stop that now, and give her some peace she’s been chased all morning by a hunter. Besides, Elena will want to be here when stories are told.”
The other girls quickly backed off and sat down around the clearing in a circle although they seemed somewhat disappointed in the wait. Betty too felt anxious and frustrated by the delay. Apparently Elena was in charge in some way, though, and she saw no need to rock the boat until she had too.
Betty took a seat amongst the girls and they all talked quietly amongst themselves, but avoided any direct questions to Betty. After about a half hour Elena popped through the underbrush opposite of where Betty and Elena had come. Immediately she held up her hands. “All clear.”
The girls around the clearing sighed in obvious and instant relief. Betty stood, feeling it was the right thing to do and held out her hand to Elena. “Thank you for saving me back there. I had no idea how I was going to get away from that hunter.”
Elena smiled and her young face lit up. “When I saw you yesterday you nearly scared the wits out of me when you said you were human. I thought one of the hunters had discovered our hideout and was trying to trick us. When I saw you again today, I knew you must have been hiding just like us.”
Betty smiled back softly. “I never expected to find other humans here. I thought I was the only one. I was so happy to see another girl, I just blurted things out yesterday. I’m sorry if I caused you any discomfort.”
Elena shrugged and then her bubbly face lit up again. “I know you must be curious to hear our stories just as we are curious to hear yours. I will tell you what I can to put you at ease and then if you feel safe enough, you can share your story with us.”
