by Megan Perry
The next evening the dog nudges me awake and I crawl out of the hole to follow it along through the woods again. We continue on this way for a few more days before we find a small town to steal supplies from again and the dog never once begs for food, but seems well taken care of. It must be a good hunter and is taking care of itself. We spend several weeks with the same routine and I can’t even be sure how far we get. We always seem to run into a town or a gas station just as I run out of food. I begin to tire mentally and physically as we near a larger town. I search around with the dog to find an area that is secluded but not too far from the town. I spend the day fixing up a shelter with my stubby hands and short child’s legs. You can imagine the shelter isn’t very pretty and barely adequate. It will keep me dry and hidden. I rest for half the afternoon and the dog roams the area. When I wake up the sun is still up and the temperature is dropping. I pull a bunch of long grass from a meadow like area close by and stuff my little hideaway with it to insulate the area. I finish off the supplies I had stolen over the last week or so and crawl into my sleeping place. Sometime later I feel the dog snuggle up next to me and I wrap an arm around him and fall asleep.
When the sun raises the dog wakes and shakes the dust out of his coat. I follow him through the wooded area towards the town. I follow him down back alleyways and towards businesses. The dog dives right into a pile of garbage and starts to pig out. I notice some crates full of produce near a back door, and I take some apples and carrots and put them into my bag. I hide behind a big dumpster when I hear someone coming.
They yell at the dog, but he pays no attention to them. As the man grabs the crates and leaves a large bag on the step. I know I shouldn’t eat trash, but I bet there is a lot of good stuff left in there. I don’t mean like half eaten stuff, but like stuff they just couldn’t sell. The smell of warm bread pulls me from my hiding place. I close my eyes briefly and focus. I can’t feel any other people, so I pull the bag closer to the dumpster so I can hide again if needed.
As soon as I manage to tear through the bag I find bags inside of different types of food. It’s like the guy knew someone wanted to eat what was still good! I find bagels and pastries as well as small containers of other prepared items. I make sure I don’t take anything I have to keep cold because I have nowhere to keep it. I quickly stuff my bag with everything I think I can carry and possibly keep for a few days. I make my way back to the woods with the dog and hide my stash. I find a small creek and wash myself off. The water is cold and the breeze feels like a strong wind. It’s all in my head, but I crawl into my hideaway and wrap up in my blanket. I need to steal another one, this one is getting ragged. It’s not snowing and the temperature has started rising again, but I can’t be sure what month it is or if I’m going to make it through to the spring. I hope I don’t freeze to death before someone finds me. I really shouldn’t have washed up like that. Just about the time I start to panic the dog shows up and snuggles in next to me until I stop shivering.
After I dry off I bundle up again just for fear of being cold. I eat part of a bagel and head off into town with the dog. We stay towards the back of the buildings and I hide when I think I hear someone coming. I manage to find a tarp in the back of a building. It’s old and dirty, but free of holes and not really that worn. It’s about twice the size I need it to be so I can fold it in half to make it a better barrier to the wind and elements. During our walk through the town I see low hanging clothes line with a dry blanket twice my size but small enough to get in my bag. The dog and I stop under a porch and rest. We are covered by the shade of the porch and hidden behind the posts. A few old men saunter out onto the wood planks and take their seats. For a couple hours they banter back and forth and argue about the weather and the state of the government. I listen to their dialects and notice there seems to be less of a drawl and more of something else. I can’t understand everything they say, but I pay attention to their gestures I can see through the spaces in the boards and try to learn some new things. When the men retreat back into the building the dog and I make our way back to the woods. I figure out how to fasten the tarp to my little home with some rope I found along the way and cover it up with brush to hide it away. I don’t have to do much because it’s already a brown color.
I take another nap and I can tell the difference the new blanket makes and the tarp makes. Before the sun goes down I pull out a book I found laying outside the fence of a school yard on our way back from the town. It has pictures of objects letters and words.
Some I know and some I don’t. I quietly sound out the words from the alphabet.
My mother taught me the alphabet before I could speak. I haven’t heard my own voice in so long it startles me a bit. I found some other books I brought back as well, but they are more advanced and it will take some more practice for me to figure the words in them out. When the light fades and I can’t see the pages anymore, I crawl into my hideaway and snack on some of the food I’ve stolen. I don’t dream much anymore, but sometimes I see her face, or at least I think I do. I’m not sure if it’s my mother or if it’s that Zoe person. They look so much alike it’s kind of comforting. It really makes me believe I have a family.
I hope she really does come looking for me.
As I sleep I try to go over everything I’ve seen around the town and around the wooded area. If Zoe is picking up any of what I’m trying to send out, this sort of information should help her find me. I would keep traveling, but it’s really not a good idea. I don’t know where to head, and it’s best if I set up a safe place here and wait for her to find me, I hope she does. I don’t know her, but she has to be connected to me and my mom. Either that or she is a clone. She has to be the link, the one the men were hounding me about. I endured torture to keep her secrets safe. Every time I touch my face I can feel the scars around my eyes and I can feel the scars on my back pull as I move and bend. Zoe doesn’t know it yet, but she is going to do so much. She was born to save us, and I was born to help her figure it all out. I guess it’s tough enough being on the run, but to be five and alone, and entrusted with such knowledge, that’s just crazy. I keep thinking I should be dead, but for some reason I’m not. As the dog snuggles in next to me I actually pet him for the first time.
At first it was just a flash, a picture of me by the back of the barn. I pull my hand away for a moment or two and then put it back. I get nothing when I replace it. Then as I begin to pet the rough fur again and the dog drifts off snippets of pictures come to me again. I didn’t know animals could be read or connected to. I didn’t even think they had memories like this. After some time the dog keeps replaying a series still frames and then some sound snippets come through. I can’t be sure but the only clear word is Toby. I guess that’s his name. I slowly drift off as well and enjoy the provided mental movie.
Her body trembles as she sleeps and I see the movie that plays in her head. It seems as if a damn has broken and this brother of hers is flooding her with so much information she can’t handle it all. It’s weird how it only seems to come to her while she sleeps. I can’t stand to feel her fear and frustration and watch everything he’s sending her. I shake her gently and open my own eyes. “Wake up ZZ.” Her eyes flutter open and she rubs them with the back of her hands. She twists her torso and moans a bit, not in a sexy manner, more like she is over exhausted.
She stretches her arms above her head exposing her stomach. I shouldn’t want her, she’s obviously struggling, but I can’t resist and I reach out to run my fingers over her exposed skin. The tingling sensation from her skin shoots straight to my spine and down to my groin. God, one touch! It’s almost painful.
I want her and I want her now. Why am I so selfish? Does it matter? I let my fingers take over tracing the bottom of her shirt and flattening my palm against her stomach and inching my fingertips under the material. Her arm moves from over her eyes. The blue and purple haze swirls in another worldly fashion.
Zoe’s smile is sleepy but it begins to morp
h into a seductive and tempting grin as my hand continues to travel up her torso.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.” I hear myself almost growl. I’m not an animal, but something primal inside of me wants to claim her, show her that I can take care of her, sooth her and pleasure her all at once. Zoe doesn’t say anything but she sure doesn’t stop me either. I can feel the heat start in my stomach and begin to radiate out. As my palms graze her body her eyes close for a moment or two just feeling the sensations I know are rocketing through her body. Like a flood gate when it bursts her every emotions floods into my head and I have to brace myself a bit. I slip my shirt off, which I don’t remember putting on, but then again when we let go some of the details in the after math are often missing from my memory. I wonder if it’s because it’s just so overwhelming, or if it’s because the electric pulses from her body is starting to fry some of my brain cells. Looking down at her pale skin her mark begins to pulse and then flicker like a lightshow beneath her skin.
“Take me now; you know you want to Gavin. I need you. I need you to take away the pain.” Her voice is desperate and pleading even in the silence in my head, each syllable crystal clear and loaded with pleading. “Only if we get out of the apartment afterward,” Zoe nods and in the same instant I slide in slow to the hilt watching her body arch up to meet mine. With the feeling of her clenching down on me and all the muscles contracting and almost preventing me from pulling out, I lose control and as she moans I feel the fire light inside of me and my skin heats turning red. My eyes tint over and her pulse blue mark looks purple through the haze. Her fingers reach up and scrape down my chest. If she had nails she would being drawing blood. Just as I am about to pull out to slowly enter again to tease her and pleasure her with every stroke, but she stops me just before the tip exists by clamping down on me. I groan with the pressure applied to such a sensitive spot. I cry out, which is not normal. In an instant she releases and then without any more thought I thrust into her with all I have picking up the pace. As rough as I become she dishes it back never allowing me to withdraw from inside of her and as she stops the tip each time I flare up literally.
As the flames rise higher Zoe eases up a bit not wanting to light the whole place on fire. “Don’t stop! I promise I won’t light us on fire. I’ll show you.” Reaching down with my flaming hand I run my finger tips over her jaw. Though the flames consume us both from head to toe, the flames don’t burn. I have been working on my mental control.
Though my body is hot and sweating the actual flames are harmless. And evil grin spreads across her face and I feel her body tense and contract around me.
My eyes close in ecstasy as my head falls back. I grasp her soft breasts and pull out again as far as she will let me. As I slide back in my hands rove over her body and I pull her up to a semi sitting posture. She nips and licks driving me wild. I can feel the pressure building and the wave of adrenaline washing over me.
In an instant of impatience I flip us over without breaking the connection and slide up against the head bored all at once. Zoe slides her knees up on either side of my hips and rises almost off of me and then drops back down. I groan with the pleasure and grab her by the hips. Zoe smacks my hands and shakes her head. Her pitch black hair looks even darker through the red haze of my eyes. To compromise, I take her breasts in my hands tweaking and massaging while she rides me hard and fast. As she pulls off and then slams back down I can’t help but moan and encourage her.
I can feel the pulsing in my erection and the contractions of her inner walls.
Zoe rides harder and harder clamping down. The heat running down me and onto the sheets is like putting gasoline on a fire. The flames leap and dance around us. As Zoe screams she brings me to the brink as the lights flash and I hear the microwave ding and the fire alarm sound I grab her hips forcing myself into her further and finally feel myself release. I pull her up and down another time allowing myself to climax yet again with the friction to my still hard throbbing erection.
Zoe collapses on top of me both our bodies sticking together from our sweat. Our breathing slows, but the pulsing doesn’t stop. If it’s possible I seem to become more rigid and engorged filling more of Zoe. Internally her muscles begin to respond and massage my full length. It’s like her body has a mind of its own. Our bodies are still pressed together and being chest to chest our marks are touching and I have gone blind at this point seeing only white with odd bursts behind my eyelids.
My emotions are her emotions, my desires become hers. “Are you getting bigger?”
She gasps, as I feel myself pulse and throb and enlarge to an alarming size. I can’t answer her I seem to be incapable of speaking so I do the only thing I can think of and grab her hips lifting her up and back down onto me. With every thrust I can feel my entire body shudder and the sensations intensify. The fire doesn’t return and though I feel like I’m on fire my skin is not burning her.
Every time I move Zoe’s electricity shoots through me. I am so engorged I can barely move inside of Zoe. She leans back placing her hands on my chest and starts to take over bouncing more than allowing me to thrust, but because of the size the friction is just perfect and as she bounces up and I run my palms over nipples making her gasp and moan. She climaxes and I can feel the heat flow down my penis and her bouncing becomes more free and the friction though less intense seems to be better aided by the conductivity of her hot juices all over me.
Zoe speeds up bouncing up and down and I can hear her ass smack my thighs as she rides me as fast and hard as she can. She cries out and her breathing is frantic. I assist her by pulling her down by the hips on the way back down slamming my head to her back wall and feeling her squeeze my shaft. Her lips find mine and the salt from our sweat makes her mouth even more tempting. Zoe thrusts her tongue into my mouth taking control and claiming my mouth. I’m throbbing and she is so wet. I need to end this I need release. I almost ache like I’m going to combust. Zoe begins to picture me in her mind in ever raw detail. It’s odd looking at myself naked aroused and reclining on our bed. Zoe appears in my head crawling towards me licking her lips her firm breast dangling from her frame swaying just a bit as she approaches. This really isn’t helping! I feel the space between my penis and her internal walls shrink as I engorge more. Oh fuck, I’ve never been this hard or this horny. I don’t think I’ve ever lasted this long, but I can’t pull out of her. I’m too big. During this whole time she is still riding me like the horny temptress she is. In her head she runs her tongue up my thighs and she drags her perky nipples and breast along my erection.
Then without warning she takes my full length into her mouth and sucks hard and fast slightly bobbing her head as she works. She pictures me grabbing her by the hair and thrusting into her mouth. I can almost feel her teeth grazing my length and the tension builds faster and faster. She screams and she clamps down on my cock just as I reach the brink and I explode inside of her. I pull her up and down a few more times shaking with spasms and breathing so fast my head is spinning. I feel like I can’t breathe but with the added lubrication and finally release from my orgasm Zoe is able to slide off of me and lean next to me on the bed. “I’m going to shower, but don’t you dare come in there! We can’t have the bathroom exploding from another little episode!” By this time I can see, and she of course crawls off the bed shaking her ass at me. Fuck! What is wrong with me and why, why would she crawl off like that? With that she goes quickly to the bathroom and all I can think about is the water cascading down her body and the soap making her fingers glide over her skin as she lathers her body.
Looking down as I fear my penis is sticking practically straight up and it’s larger than I ever remember it being. I can’t keep fucking her, I just I’m going to collapse and the constant hard on it starting to make me angry. Something about this isn’t right. Something about this is screaming guardian binding. *Need help.
Guardian stuff.* A few seconds later, shoot. *Is fully bonding first time or a spe
cific time?* I really hoped he was getting my drift. It was hard to think with my erection throbbing and being able to mentally glimpse Zoe in the shower. She isn’t trying to send me messages but I’m getting them, loud and clear! *Not always first time. Got a problem that just won’t go away? J *
What an ass! But I guess he understands what I’m asking. *Correct. What do I do?* The anticipation of the answer is almost worse than the fact I can’t seem to go flaccid. I can’t say I’ve ever wanted it to be that way so much in my life! *You just have to go until it goes away. J* Holy fuck! How long could this go on? Fuck! I think my body is going to give out before my penis does. *Exactly, fuck until you can’t any longer. It’s torture I know. Just keep it up! J*
Oh, what a jackass! I hear the shower turn off and I figure that’s my cue.
After sitting for a while I seem to have some renewed strength. Standing I walk across the apartment and with each step I ache in a way I never have before. I can smell her and I know she knows I’m coming for her. Zoe appears dripping wet at the bathroom door. I stop and watch her as the cool air from the apartment caresses her body and her breasts seem to perk up and her nipples harden. I can feel her eyes move up and down my body. They flash blue and purple. I close the remaining space between us and taker her by the hand. I practically fling her up against the wall and place my hands on either side of her head effectively trapping her. I press my body against her my erection pressing into her stomach. I drop one hand and trace down the center of her body. I lean back just enough to slide my hand between her thighs. I can feel the heat of her body increase as my hand draws closer. Zoe gasps quietly as my first two fingers slip between her legs and straight into her. With that I feel myself throb and as quickly as I slipped my fingers in I lift her up and replace them with my erection. I let her slide on slowly to be sure I don’t hurt her, but she fits like a glove and her moan just makes her all the more wet.
