by Aline Ash
“What are you thinking?” Eva asks.
“I am just appreciating breathing this air and feeling the night breeze upon my skin.”
Eva nods and nestles closer to me. Over the last week, she and I have scarcely been away from each other’s sides. We have clung together not simply out of familiarity, but because the depth of the feelings we have for one another continues to grow. Daca has asked me about it many times already. She has forged a bond of friendship with Eva and has a deep respect for her. Daca pushes me toward Eva, asking me why I have not officially made her my mate yet.
And I do not have a good answer for that. It is a question I have struggled with for a while now. I cannot lie. Part of me is afraid of these feelings. They are emotions I never expected to feel. And once you express those feelings, you cannot take them back. Once you express them, they become real. And once it becomes real, so too does the pain of loss. Back in Wylto’s compound, I wanted to make sure she knew how much I cared for her. Afterward, it just seemed that we’ve been too busy. Always something to do.
Eva is a fighter. She has said many times over that she would rather die with a weapon in hand, fighting for what was right, than die on her knees, submitting to the will of another. It is that spirit that makes me love her so deeply. And it is that spirit that makes me fearful that I will lose her if we fight this war. Having lost so many because of this war already, I do fear losing more. I do fear losing Eva.
“Do you love me?” she asks out of the blue. “I know that this is what you intended to tell me before the fight. So why are you …I’d expected to hear you say it at some point this past week, but …”
Eva looks up at me, a strange expression on her face that I cannot fully interpret. To me, it looks like it is part hopeful, but is also part fearful. I can tell that she is looking for reassurance, for answers to all of her unasked questions. She is looking for the direction of her future - and whether I will be part of that future. And as I gaze into her eyes, immersed in all of the emotion she stirs in me, all I know is that I cannot picture my own future without her in it. Nor do I want to.
“Of course I do,” I tell her. “I love you deeper than I thought I could ever love.”
The wave of relief washes over me at finally saying it, finally get it out and in the open. It makes my heart swell and sends a lightning bolt of sensation from my head to my feet. Eva’s eyes shimmer in the moonlight. And as the tears leak out and spill down her cheeks, I raise my hand and gently wipe them away. The smile on her face trembles, but it is warm and genuine.
“I feel the same,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I love you so much it hurts.”
Hearing the words from her lips, knowing they’re true, makes my heart swell, and I cannot keep the smile from my face.
“I have claimed you, Eva. You are mine, and I am yours” I reply, my voice soft but urgent. “You are a part of me, as I am a part of you. Please, stay with me. Be my mate from now to the end of our days.”
“I will. From now to the end of our days,” she replies.
I lean down and press my mouth to hers, our tongues swirling together in a sinuous dance. She grips my shoulders and turns herself all the way around as I run my fingers through her hair. And as our kiss deepens, I feel my arousal growing. She apparently notices it too because she situates herself on my lap, her legs wrapped around my back, and starts to rock back and forth, grinding herself against my hard staff.
Reaching down, I lift her tunic and she raises her arms, letting me slip it off of her. I toss it aside and take one of her breasts into my mouth. I slowly lick and suck on her stiff nipple, making her shudder with delight. She kisses my cheek and my neck as I tease her other nipple, gently squeezing and pinching it with my fingers. She rolls her head back and moans, her entire body trembling.
The need I have for her is overwhelming and I am harder than steel for her. Picking her up, I get to my feet and set her down. As if by some unspoken agreement, we both strip down, casting our clothing aside together. I sit back down and pull her onto my lap. Eva rolls her hips, rubbing her swollen bud against my jura, her moans growing louder as the ridges along my shaft send shudders through her.
I can feel how warm and wet her core is and the desire to be inside her grows steadily. I move myself, positioning the tip of my jura between the soft, slick folds of her pysa. Eva bites her bottom lip, looking down at me, her cheeks growing red and her eyes flooded with her arousal. She pushes herself down, taking me into her. I groan as she takes me deep within her tight, wet pysa.
Once she is seated on top of me, my jura buried to the hilt inside her, Eva looks into my eyes. Our mouths crash together a moment later, our tongues languidly rolling together as she starts to move up and down on me. Her whimpers and moans are lost in my mouth as she rises and falls on top of me.
Pulling back, I slide my hands down and cup her ass, squeezing and kneading her skin, helping to guide her as she rides me. We cling to one another, our bodies moving in a sultry rhythm that sends tendrils of electricity sliding through my veins. The way she squeezes me with her inner muscles makes me moan, and as she nips at my neck with her teeth, I feel the gooseflesh across my skin.
Our breath grows shallow and I shudder, awash in powerful sensations. We move slowly, and I take my time, never wanting this feeling to end. It surprisingly fills me with emotions as deep and strong as the physical pleasure she gives me. And somehow, it feels different.
We have coupled many times already, but there is something about this time that just feels unlike any of the other times. It feels as if it has more meaning. Not that the other times we have been together haven’t meant something. They have. But it is as if this time, it is not just coupling together, but truly mating. As if it is solidifying the bond of love between us.
It is not the feeling of two people clinging together, desperate to feel something. It has the feeling of two people joining together to become one.
She leans back, breathy cries spilling from her lips, and I grab hold of her hips, holding her in place. She continues to rock and writhe on top of me, sliding up and down my jura, as she squeezes me with her muscles. But then she sits up and looks me in the eye, though she doesn’t stop moving.
“I love you, Tulo. I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” I reply. “I am yours, Eva. I give you everything in me worth giving, and I give it freely. Happily.”
Her body is tensing and her pysa tightens as it swallows me whole. I feel the pressure building up inside me as well, the intensity of our emotions somehow heightening the feeling of being inside her, pushing me to the brink even faster.
I pull her to me tighter and I feel her nails digging into the flesh of my arms. Eva rises and falls on my staff harder, faster, as she pushes us both to the edge of bliss. And when she sinks down onto me one final time, taking me as deep as she possibly can, she lets out a cry that echoes through the trees all around us. Eva trembles wildly as she climaxes, the pulsing of her pysa sending shockwaves through my body.
I bury my face in her neck and grit my teeth as my jura throbs and swells. And when I feel her gripping me tighter, I explode. I shudder and let out a long groan as I release, my seed filling her completely. Eva presses her forehead to mine and smiles.
“That was amazing,” she gasps.
I plant a soft kiss on her lips then pull back and look her in the eye. It’s amazing to think that not very long ago, I had all but given up on life. That I felt I had nothing to offer, nor anything to live for. But Eva has changed everything. She has changed me and she had changed my world. She has shown me there is still much to live for. And that there is still much work to be done if we are to find true peace and genuine happiness.
“No. You are amazing,” I say.
* * *
Later, we walk hand-in-hand back into camp. Daca is sitting near the fire with Marissa, Ta’ra and a couple of our G’osha. Knowing that more of my tribe has survived than I believ
ed has lifted my spirits incredibly high. I am soaring right now. And it seems the bonds of friendship and community are growing in ways I had never anticipated. I catch my sister’s eye and she flashes me a knowing smile, as if she can somehow sense the shift between Eva and I. And I can tell she approves.
Eva gives me a gentle kiss and then goes and sits with Marissa, who is holding Thana, her child with Kon, Ta’ra, and Daca, bringing a smile to my face. Ilfa takes a seat next to them and smiles, saying something to Eva. She looks happy, but still somewhat shy - though she does look more relaxed and comfortable these days. It is good to see everybody welcome her into the group though, and I am happy to see her coming out of her shell.
I turn my eyes to Eva and see that she is being exceptionally attentive to little Thana, holding her while Marissa has something to eat. Even from where I am sitting, I can see the desire for children in her eyes, making her smile bittersweet. Being told that she cannot bear a child of her own weighs heavily on her heart.
She has sought to fill that hole inside of her by lavishing attention on Marissa and Kon’s child - and the other numerous children around our camp. But more than that, she and Ilfa have grown close. Ilfa has taken to living with us Without a family of her own, coupled with the longing in Eva, I anticipate she will become our child by default. The three of us continue to grow close, forming an unlikely, but very welcome family. It has helped stave off the darkness that fills Eva’s heart.
I sit down at a table at the edge of the fire and look out over the small crowd. Everybody seems to be laughing and talking. The G’osha are no longer seated by themselves, watching the rest of this band warily. They have been welcomed with open arms and they, in turn, have embraced it.
Kon sits down at the table with me and hands me a bottle of druvyer, a strong Tabiean ale…a flatlander ale. But I accept it and give him a nod of thanks.
“What shall we drink to?” I ask.
Kon purses his lips. “To new friends,” he finally says.
“To new friends,” I repeat.
I tap my bottle against his and then we both take a long swallow. I have to say, for a flatlander drink, it is actually not too bad.
“So,” Kon says with a grin. “You and Eva.”
I nod and can’t keep the smile from my face. Though we have tried to be discreet with our burgeoning relationship, we apparently have not been as successful as I had thought.
“She’s remarkable,” I tell him. “Truly remarkable.”
Kon nods. “She is. She is a strong woman.”
“As is Marissa.”
“We are fortunate, I believe,” Kon says. “To have found such incredible women to fill our lives and our hearts with.”
“That we are.” I nod. “That we are.”
I take another drink and we both fall silent for a long moment. My thoughts crowd in my head once more and I look over at Kon, the stoic leader of his tribe.
“Everything is changing,” I say, looking out at everybody around the fire.
Kon nods. “It is. But not all change is bad.”
My eyes find Eva’s and I can’t help but smile. “No. Not all change is bad.”
“You were right,” Kon says. “The Gargolians have already started to come back.”
“It’s a good thing they won’t have Wylto’s compound to use anymore,” I chuckle. “A smoking crater in the earth will do them no good.”
“No, it won’t. We managed to destroy another one of their breeding facilities, but there are more,” Kon says. “This week has been a nice respite, a much needed one, but we’re going to have to resume the fight. All breeding facilities must be destroyed. If they cannot breed, they will cease to exist.”
He says it as a simple fact, not as a means of pressuring me to join in this fight. In fact, there has been a distinct lack of pressure for me to declare a side, which I have found surprising. It could be simply the fact that this war will be fought with or without me and the G’osha.
I look out across the clearing again, watch the way my tribe is interacting with everybody else. I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and can’t help but feel a sense of peace and happiness. And one of belonging. It’s strange, but feeling as if I belong here, with them, is filling a hole inside me I didn’t know existed.
Though I have tried to deny it, tried to believe it was something else, I have to admit, the bonds being formed around this camp go beyond friendship. They go beyond tribal alliance. I can see it in my people and the flatlander’s faces - they are growing into a family. And I suppose that includes me.
I turn to Kon and nod. “The fight must continue. And I will be honored to fight alongside of you.”
“The honor is mine, Tulo.”
I flash him a grin. “After all, I refuse to let my child grow up in a world that is not free. A world where they could find themselves a slave of these Gargolian bastards. I will not have it.”
He looks at me and I can’t help but see the surprise in his eyes as he smiles wide. “A child?”
I nod. “I can smell the change in Eva’s pheromones. I don’t think she even knows yet.”
I had noticed the difference while we coupled out by the lagoon tonight. It was a slight, subtle change in the scent of her hormones which had left my stomach churning wildly and sent a tingle of excitement racing through my body. It seemed that Wylto and his scientists were wrong. They did not take into account the healing ability of a G’osha.
While I was locked up at Wylto’s manor, I never dared imagine I would actually get the chance to be a father. But once we became free people again and fled to the soothing surroundings of Tabiean nature, something inside me must have unleashed and made it possible for Eva to conceive.
“When will you tell her?” Kon asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I mean, how do I even tell her something like that?” I ask. “They told her a pregnancy was not possible. It is certain to be something of a shock. She may not even believe it right away.”
Kon arches an eyebrow at me and chuckles. “In my experience, when you have news such as that, the sooner you tell them, the better.”
I laugh softly and nod. There is wisdom in his words. Given her fiery demeanor, if I failed to tell Eva and she found out I already knew, and she would since, as Daca constantly reminds me, I’m a lousy liar, she very well might beat me to a pulp. It’s a thought that makes me laugh.
“Go,” Kon says. “Save your skin and go to her.”
I drain the last of my bottle and get to my feet. “Thank you for the advice.”
I turn and start to walk away, my gaze locked on Eva’s as she holds Marissa’s child, a look of absolute rapture on her face. My heart flutters as it truly starts to sink in that I am going to have a child with a woman more perfect than I could have ever dreamed up. A woman I love to the very core of my being.
“Tulo,” Kon calls.
I stop and turn around. “Yes?”
“Enjoy each other.”
I look from Kon, to Eva, and back again, and give him a smile. “I plan on it.”
-The End-
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