“Not all PureGens dehumanize Naturals.”
Gema stretched back on the water and floated a bit. “I know. My cell mate in prison was PureGen, but she was a real friend.”
“When you get off world, do you plan to find your people?”
“I’d hope to. Or go back to my homeworld. Some relatives would still be living there I’m certain. It would be better than staying in this PureGen system. What will you do?”
“I’ll transfer to one of my brothers’ units. Stick to the Terran Alliance Worlds and avoid the PureGen system.”
“Do you have a … special woman?”
“No one special, just women who want a fun time. I was too busy with my career, traveled too much, to consider anything else.” His hand snapped out and grabbed a globe which was buzzing about his face. He held it under water, then let it go. It bobbed up to the surface, and rejoined the swarm.
“So, they are water proof. I wish I had tools. I want to see what’s inside them.”
“You could smash one open between rocks.”
“Low tech. I like it.” He grinned at her. Drops of water clung to his long eyelashes and glittered in the sunlight. His full carved lips were wet, too, with a drop of water near the corner of his mouth she wanted to kiss away. Time seemed to stand still.
The Game Master appeared.
“We have polled the audience. The Allied Force at Sector Five’s Hub has overwhelmed us with responses. We are awarding Gema five hundred points.”
With a squeal of glee, Gema threw her arms around Kellac’s neck. Lips, hard and hungry pressed against hers, and she gasped in shock. His tongue pushed in, bold, aggressive, wasting no time. As if he'd been hungering for her.
Desire flooded her whole body and she met the hard thrust with her own tongue, reveling in his strength, the hardness of his chest against her breasts, his big hands cupping her buttocks under the water’s surface, then trying to slide under the leg of her shorts to her bare flesh. They were too hungry for each other to remember the swarm, busily taking pictures for the audience. They kissed for a long time, not noticing when the Game Master disappeared. Gema finally pulled away as his hand crept over her breast.
“I can’t. I can't have sex for the game.” Tears tightened her throat. She clambered out of the water and ran to the dugout. Kellac stayed at the river for a long time.
Chapter Four
Kellac rolled on his grass pile, unable to sleep. It was a warm night, Gema was stretched out on her grass pile with no blanket covering her. She’d taken off her baggy shirt and wore only the ivory camisole, with the thin straps and frayed ribbons. Even in the dark he could see the sheen of her skin, where a sliver of moonlight hit. So smooth and silky. He sighed. If it wasn’t for the damned swarm, they would have slept together. He could have reveled in her full breasts, tasted those coral pink nipples.
A flying globe zoomed in close to his face and he swatted it away with a curse. Probably the broadcast was showing his longing to the known universe. He rolled over on his side.
The Game meant very little to him. He was competitive by nature, and being out in the wilderness was much better than the small suite he’d been held in. He hadn’t been in an actual prison, as Gema had. He hadn’t been surrounded by criminals. He’d just been confined to his rooms until they worked out his release. The Toph military had treated him well, some were even sympathetic, knowing he wasn’t really at fault, but was a scapegoat for a powerful man.
It had angered him more than anything. On his homeworld his parents were influential and held high political offices. They were respected. On New Prague, no one would have dared to confine him.
Things were quiet for a few days. Apparently the audience wanted to see if they would get physical, but they did not kiss or touch again, or speak even about it.
A thunderstorm woke Gema late in the night. Somehow she’d slid off her grass pile and was pressed against Kellac.
I must have been dreaming about those kisses. Since she couldn’t stop thinking about them, it only made sense she dreamed about them.
“It’s just a summer storm,” Kellac said, wrapping an arm around her. “We’ll see if the roof leaks.”
“Where’s the swarm?” Even at night the annoying globes flitted around them.
Kellac sat up and chuckled. “The storm must have knocked out some communication device.” The small globes were on the floor, each blinking with a red light. “Maybe we can do something with them. Get rid of them.”
Gema crawled out of her blankets to examine the globes. “We could bury them.”
They looked at each other for a moment, then burst into action. Gema grabbed a shirt and they tossed the globes on top of it and wrapped it into a bundle.
“I have twine,” Kellac said. He pulled out the ball of twine from his back and whipped it around the bundle.
“Where should we bury it?’”
“We already have a hole.”
She giggled. The latrine trench was over the hill. “Do we dare?”
“Yes, we dare.”
Rain poured down in sheets, soaking them to the skin the moment they went outside, and lightening lit the way to the latrine area, they slid in the wet grass as they ran, holding each other to keep from falling, laughing like children
They buried the bundle under a heap of soil, and threw brush and twigs on it for good measure. They laughed hysterically all the way back to the dugout.
“We need to get out of these wet things and warm up,” Kellac said.
He stripped quickly naked, and dried himself with a shirt. “Are you looking at my naked self, Gema?” He teased.
She was. She couldn’t help it. He was all rain slicked and … hard. Her heart leaped as if she’d been struck by lightning.
“We’re alone.” A flash illuminated his face, briefly. He was looking at her intently.
“Yes,” was all she could think of saying. Alone, without the swarm. Her body remembered the kisses. She shivered.
He moved as fast as a lightening flash, hard and aggressive and pulled her to him. Gema drew in a sharp breath, a mix of alarm… and something else. His hand, though, stroked her wet hair away from her face, gently. “Be with me. We won’t be displayed for the amusement of others.”
Hot lips trailed down her face to her neck, and she shivered, but this time not because of the cold. “It will be just for us. I’ll make it sweet for you…”
He pulled her wet shirt off. She hadn’t slept in her laced bodice.
“Ahh, that’s better.” He breathed against her cheek as he pulled her tight against him. “Doesn’t it feel better to you?”
Gema couldn’t speak. She should not do this, her heart was foolish… Lips nibbled at hers, which suddenly felt extra sensitive. She could not keep her arms from sliding around his neck.
“We might not be alone again for the rest of the season.” Warm hands slid down to her loose pants, and they fell to the floor. “Doesn’t naked feel better? Especially flesh to flesh. It will help us warm up quickly.”
Kellac was already warming up against her, and his cock was a hard ridge against her stomach.
His lips crushed against hers, tongue pushing in fast, arms locked tight as though he didn't want her to get away.
Just once, a memory she could cherish...Passion flashed through her, echoing the storm crackling about them. She slid her hand down his chest, exploring, and sucked his seeking tongue.
He grunted in the back of his throat and she felt a tightness leave his neck and shoulders as though he was relieved.
He wants me, why would he want me so much? I’m not PureGen…
He pulled her down to his bed. Lightening illuminated them. His eyes were fastened on her breasts. “Lovely… so large, round. I know your nipples are coral pink.” His voice was husky. Fingers cupped her gently lifting and rolling her, feeling her size and weight. “Never felt anything so full.”
His mouth, hot and wet, joined his fingers exploring her breasts. Cupping her breasts
together he ran his tongue from along her top curves. Pleasure made her dizzy. She didn’t realize she was on her back until one of his hard legs weighed across her thighs, his engorged cock pressing against her hip. His tongue drove into her cleavage. Then he let her breasts go and his fingers stroked with feather light touches which made her shiver. His tongue followed the underside of her curves, probing deep against her skin, but not reaching her tight, aching nipples. Her nipples extended and throbbed. She wanted his touch there, but he went around them, drawing circles with his tongue. She tried rubbing them against his face to give him the idea.
Finally she gripped his head and directed him to her nipple. He rumbled a short laugh, and she realized he’d been teasing her on purpose.
Gema pulled a lock of his silky hair, but not hard. “You’re wicked.”
“Want you wet. Sloppy wet.”
She already was wet, a slick pool between her legs—she had been since the kiss in the river. She'd relived the kiss so many times in the past few days, her face burning, unable to look at him or he would know.
Gliding her hands down his hard torso she explored the taut muscles and rubbed fingers over his small hard nipples, noting his gasping breath. She circled his cock with her hand and Kellac's whole body jerked. He raised his head from her breast. “Keep it up and I’ll come in your hand.”
“Really?” She kept it up.
“I see I’m going to have to take action.”
In one swift move he was between her legs, the blunt head of his cock pushing against her clit. He trapped her hands with his trapped by his.
“No fair, you are stronger than I am. And faster.” She licked his shoulder.
“Faster, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.”
He slid his cock up and down her wetness, gliding over her clit. “Wet, sweet…” He buried his face in her neck.
“Let me in, Gema.” His whisper was husky, pleading almost.
She opened her legs wide and wrapped her legs over his buttocks.
His cock thrust into her, deep, so fast she lost her breath and clutched him with her arms and legs in shock.
He got still. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
“No,” she breathed. “Oh no. It’s… just been a long time.” It felt better than she remembered.
“Oh, me too.” He moved from side to side inside her and she watched his face go tense.
He thrust hard, once, sending waves of sensation through her whole body… pleasurable sensation, but shocking in intensity.
Lightning flashed, and flashed again, showing his face, eyes slit open, lips parting, gasping for breath, and they could look deep into each other’s eyes. Gema couldn't draw a deep breath, awed she was here, with Kellac deep inside
“Sweet girl.” Leaning over he found her mouth, while one hand slid between them to her swollen clit. “Tell me how you enjoy it. Soft?” His finger slid, wet and slow up and down her clit. “Or hard?” Fingers, fast and hard, strummed her clit back and forth. Her whole body jerked in a mixture of shock and pleasure.
“Oh.” He groaned. “I’d better not do it hard. You squeeze my cock like that again and it will be all over.”
“Really?”
She deliberately squeezed his length as hard as she could.
“Do it again.” His eyes were shut tight. She did it again, and again. Her clit throbbed, wanting more… wanting.
His fingers found her clit and rubbed hard, not gentle, and she fell to pieces at the wet hungry touch commanding all her attention. Then he moved inside her, soft thrusts turning hard, pushing deep, gaining speed as she pulled his mouth to hers, clutched him tight and hard with arms and legs. He thrust into her, a relentless pounding, hard, fast, overwhelming. She fell apart exquisitely, a stunning pleasure, and again until the rush of his seed flooded her.
The storm waned, becoming a gentle tap of rain, and they fell asleep.
Kellac woke at first light with his arms around Gema. The swarm was nowhere to be seen. It was raining gently outside. The interior of the dugout was dry, if a little chilly. He reached over and dragged Gema’s blanket to pile over his. If the swarm returned, they’d see too much, so he would pull the covers over their heads. Under the covers he planned to do more than sleep.
It felt so right to hold her in his arms. She was so soft, her legs pressed against his own were so smooth. He buried his nose in her hair. It smelled faintly of sweet meadow grass. The braid she normally wore was undone and fine silky hair seemed to be everywhere, under his arm against her back, over his shoulder, over her breasts. He marveled at the fine texture. There was so much of it. During the night he’d woken to touch her and he’d laughed as it seemed to be in his way as he tried to explore her curves with his mouth and tongue.
He hoped the swarm was knocked out for a day or two. He wanted to get her in daylight, maybe in the deep meadow grass under the sun, or under a tree by the river. Somewhere he could look his fill at her beauty. And then take her again.
In the dim light of dawn her long eyelashes made dark crescents above her cheekbones, her lips were slightly parted and he knew they would taste sweet. He ran his lips along her jaw and she reacted with a sigh, pressing her legs tighter against him. Her lashes flutter.
“Gema,” he whispered, then brushed his lips over hers. “Wake up. We’re still alone.”
Her eyes opened for a moment and her lips curved into a smile. “Can they get inside? With the door and windows shut?” Her voice was husky and a she didn’t open her eyes.
“Maybe not, though they could push through those coverings on the windows I think. If they were programmed to.”
He was done talking about the annoying cameras. He kissed her full on the mouth and shifted his legs so he was over her. His cock was already aching and hard. It was as if his body had forgotten the passion of the night.
“What are we going to do, lovely one, when the swarm comes back?”
She giggled and the soft movement of her breasts moving with her chuckle made him moan. “I’ll practice weaving nets. Catch them like bugs.” She slid her arms around his shoulders and one small hand slid into his hair, sending a thrill of pleasure down his spine. Who knew hair was an erogenous zone?
“Woven grass. I’ll help.” He captured her mouth in a deep kiss. Then he moved down her body and pulled her calves up onto his shoulders. The light in the dugout was dim, but he could still get a sense of how she looked spread out for him. He rubbed his nose in the curls, relishing her scent, then glided his tongue down to her clit, which was hard and ready for his caress. Slick nectar pooled at her pussy and he lapped it, thrilled she was so wet for him. He slid a finger, then another, deep inside while his lips suctioned her nub. Gema writhed with pleasure, her breath coming in gasps was like music to him. He rubbed his tongue side to side over her clit while he pushed his fingers in and out of her tight slick passage. He could feel her tightening her pussy more and more around his fingers. Her hands clutched his hair almost to the point of pain until he felt her throb of completion, heard her cry. It sent a thrill deep inside him and he knew he couldn’t deny this was more than physical.
“Kellac!”
He pulled up over her quickly, crushed her lips under his and plunged into the wet throbbing pussy. She reacted with a jerk, screaming into his kiss as another climax exploded within her. He plunged into her while she moaned and clutched his cock with her tight pussy, meeting his every thrust until he too exploded in pleasure.
Gema awoke to Kellac’s lips running down her neck. He was holding her tight and his hard cock pressed against her thigh. Bright sunlight outlined the small window facing the rising sun.
“No swarm.” His voice was husky from sleep. “They can’t get in until we open up the doors and windows. But we seriously need a plan to get them out of here at night. Or during the day. I’m not picky.” Kellac grinned and Gema felt a little dizzy. This must be what they call dazzled.
“Would we get penalized somehow?”
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nbsp; “Don’t care.” He pulled her tight.
“Well, I kind of do. I want to get enough points to get off Toph.”
Kellac stopped nuzzling her breasts. “Will you get an automatic release? I will. It was in the contract I signed.”
“Yes, but vagrancy by an illegal alien will just put me back in jail on Toph. They won’t send me to my planet of origin unless they get the full travel amount. So I need at least enough to travel one way. And I would be nice to have enough to start a business or to live on until I find employment.”
Kellac stopped kissing her neck and rose up to look at her, his face serious. “Maybe I could intervene in some way. I have some money back home. Not sure how much. But I could find out from my brothers, set up traveling arrangements. I’m sure we could work something out.”
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