by Dawn Steele
But what could she do?
Instinct made her bolt to the nearest room. No, she wasn’t trying to run away. She needed something. But what could go against an oversized bear? The room she was in was large with several sections. She rifled through a chest of drawers for something sharp . . . like a knife maybe. But who would keep knives in a bedroom?
Then something caught her eye. It was the glint of metal.
A gun!
She realized she was probably in Jericho’s bedroom and this was his gun. She took it out. She didn’t know if it was loaded or not and she had never held a real gun in her entire life, let alone fired one. It felt sleek and smooth in her hand. Without thinking twice, she ran out of the bedroom just in time to see one bear on top of the other. The bear’s fist was raised to deliver a crushing blow to the other bear’s skull.
It would be a death blow.
Jessica raised the gun and aimed it at the bear with the advantage. This was one time when size did matter. The target was so huge that she couldn’t possibly miss.
Please don’t let it be Kyle.
She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. The gun went off.
THE TUNNEL
The bullet whistled in the air and struck the bear. He yowled and turned furiously.
Uh oh, Jessica thought.
A patch of red blood appeared on his side where she had shot him, but he did not seem to be worse for the wear. Instead, he got off the other bear. He was growling and very obviously angry. She backed away. How fast could a bear run? Could she outrun a bear?
She sensed she might not get the chance to find out because the wounded bear howled and started his charge towards her.
This was not Kyle, she knew. She had shot the correct bear and not a moment too soon. But now he was mad. He would tear her from limb to limb. Her hands shook as she pointed the gun again and pulled the trigger.
Click.
Oh no. The barrel was empty this time.
The bear which was Caleb lunged at her, growling. His massive shadow blackened the walls. She cringed against the wall and closed her eyes, preparing to be devoured. Maybe she could melt into the wall. There was a lot of snarling, which caused her eardrums to thrill harshly, and then a cry . . . cut off abruptly.
A heavy thud.
She still stood there. There was no pain.
She tentatively opened her eyes.
The other werebear stood over the inert body of Caleb.
Even as she watched, disbelieving, both of them transformed back to their human forms. Both were naked. Caleb lay there, bleeding from his side, and completely knocked out. Kyle bent over him and lifted his arm.
“He’ll live,” he said. His hair was tousled and a horrible bruise was starting to appear on his chest. There was a cut beneath his left eye, and blood was trickling out of his right ear.
Her heart went out to him. “You’re hurt,” she cried.
He shook his head. “I’ll live too.” He got to his feet. “Now we really have to go.”
He took her hand and pulled her to the bedroom she had just exited.
“Come.”
He locked the bedroom door behind him. They rushed into a very large walk-in closet. Kyle opened one of the doors. Women’s dresses and gowns adorned the hangers inside, arranged neatly in plastic sheaths.
“My mother’s clothes,” Kyle explained. “My father still kept them in here after she died.”
He swiped them away, revealing the back of the closet. Kneeling, he searched for something at the bottom. He pressed it and the closet door slid away, revealing a dark passage.
“Wait,” Jessica said, “you need clothes.”
Outside, the main bedroom door rattled. There came a resounding thud. Someone was trying to break the door down.
“No time. Come on, Jessica.”
They both scrambled into the hole and the panel shut noiselessly behind them. The passage was very, very dark, but Kyle held her hand tightly and he seemed to know where he was going. Maybe he had enhanced night vision. She could only hold on to his hand and let him lead her in the darkness. She could hear the thud thud thudding of the music through the walls, getting louder.
“Stairs,” he whispered.
Her foot almost stumbled into what appeared to be thin air, but she quickly regained her balance. Kyle guided her down what seemed to be an interminable flight of stairs and she was thankful when she stepped on level ground again. The air was colder here and more humid, and she sensed that they were deeper in the ground. Perhaps basement level.
They went on this path for many minutes more. The music receded and all she could hear was the beating of her own heart. Then finally, Kyle scraped at something. A cover maybe. A clang, and a square of half-light appeared. The dancing foliage of trees was framed against a dark, moonlit sky.
Kyle helped her up and out. He was amazingly strong. All this while, she had been terrified that someone would be following them, especially with the mess they left behind. But no one was around. They were in a wooded area, and the trees were dark shadows shivering in the rather cold wind.
“Let’s go before they catch us,” Kyle said.
“Where are we going?”
He paused. “Beats me if I know.”
Their situation was so overwhelming and ludicrous than she couldn’t help laughing out of sheer tension. He had lost everything. So had she. And he did it all for her. They couldn’t go back to what they were. They had nothing. They were penniless and homeless and free to start again.
“I love you, Jessica,” Kyle said fervently, “and I promise I will never let anything bad happen to you.”
“I love you too, Kyle.”
They embraced, and together, they sped off into the night to forge a new life.
VIRGINITY
They were in a motel room far away from her college and the Atreides and everything they once knew. Kyle had contacts who could help him and they were laying low for a while until he could rustle up enough funds to decide what they should do next.
Kyle gave Jessica the low down on everything. She was dazzled at first, and later sober as she realized what could have almost happened to her.
“I’m sorry,” he said with feeling. “I think I knew from the very first time I met you that I couldn’t go through with it.”
“I understand.” Her heart felt weighted with the burden of what both of them had gone through and narrowly missed. “So what do we do now?”
“I don’t know if they are looking for us. Certainly my brother will not let what I did to him go unavenged. I’m afraid for you too. We are now fugitives, both of us. If I’d thought you wouldn’t be in danger anymore, I’d ask you to run away as far as possible from me and go back to your life. But you know who we are now and what we do. They won’t let that pass.”
“I know.” Her spirits sank. She was every bit as much as marked as he was. A target to be hunted down and brought back to justice.
The trouble was not knowing. There were so many things they didn’t and couldn’t know. They didn’t know, for example, what would happen if a virgin was not sacrificed to the Beast that night. They didn’t know if the world as they knew it would end, or it was all a meaningless but deadly tradition that should be put to rest once and for all. They didn’t know if Caleb Atreides was more wounded than he initially seemed, and if Jericho Atreides was sending his sniffers after them.
They didn’t know squat, and that was terrifying. So the only thing they could do was flee and pick up clues along the way as to what would happen.
“But meanwhile, there’s something we have to do,” Kyle said.
They were sitting on the bed, fully clothed.
“Get money?” she asked.
“Something more important than that.”
“More important than money?”
“Much, much more important.” He was serious and teasing at the same time.
They faced each other on the bed. He leaned over, lifted up her ch
in gently with two of his fingers, and kissed her. She responded by hungrily parting her lips and welcoming his tongue. There was so much meaning in that kiss. So much love and loss and regret and hope. His tongue was nuanced as he explored her mouth, danced with her own tongue and circled each corrugated top of her molars.
He grew more urgent as he pushed her down onto the bed. Her heart rate accelerated and she sensed that this was the moment. He unbuttoned her newly bought blouse, revealing her humungous breasts. She didn’t wear a bra today.
“I love these,” he breathed, squeezing her mounds together so that her breasts were crushed against each other. Her cherry red nipples pointed upward.
He latched his mouth onto her left nipple and sucked profusely. Her toes curled with each tug of his suction and her pussy contracted. Her hands fluttered to his hair and her fingers buried themselves in the tangle.
His hands groped for the zipper on her jeans. K-r-a-a-a-c-k. They were unzipped. He pulled down the harsh material. Her panties were cotton white. These he pulled down too.
He had seen her pussy before, but she still felt a little embarrassed to be completely naked in front of him. What if her pussy didn’t, uh, meet up to the standards he was used to? He had been with a lot of women after all. Women who didn’t emotionally matter to him, he assured her, but still . . . they were women who were more beautiful and shapely and experienced than she was.
It was his turn to undress, and this he did swiftly and with ease. Now they were both totally naked. His cock was a ramrod piece of flesh.
“Let me get you wet first,” he murmured.
He dove down to kiss the undersides of her breasts, and then her stomach. His tongue trailed a wet slather down her midline to dip into her navel. Then he traveled down, down further to her pussy.
“Ohhhhhh!” she moaned.
She squirmed as he pushed her thighs apart. His mouth latched onto the top of her pussy. His sly tongue probed the surface of her clit.
She cried out.
The sensation was illicit and intense, and waves of pleasure swarmed her groin immediately. She clutched fistfuls of the sheets.
He drove his tongue down her clit and flicked it upwards and downwards, and then sideways. He used her clit like a miniature punching bag with the tip of his tongue as his boxing gloves. Her very hot and throbbing piece of flesh was pummeled in every direction possible as her breathing got harsher and shallower. He augmented this by opening up her pussy leaves with his fingers and lavishing his tongue in between and around her creamy grooves.
Her cries were getting louder and louder. She was wet, very wet. Her juices poured out of her pussy hole like a water tap. He pushed his finger into her hole and rubbed the walls of her tiny tunnel.
“I think you’re ready,” he said hoarsely.
Her heart skipped a beat. She was scared, to be honest. But then, most girls are the first time, Lyla had told her. A pang flitted across her chest. She missed Lyla. Lyla would be wondering what had happened to her now. Kyle said that Jericho had taught them to cover their tracks well. A computer generated note with her signature would be placed on her desk with a message akin to:
‘DEAR LYLA,
I HAVE DECIDED TO ELOPE WITH KYLE. WE DON’T WANT OUR PARENTS TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE, SO PLEASE DON’T TRY TO FIND ME. YOU’VE BEEN SUCH A GREAT FRIEND ALL THESE YEARS. I WILL MISS YOU! PLEASE BE HAPPY FOR ME.
LOVE,
JESS.’
Which suited her fine. She didn’t want Lyla involved in this mess either or to be a target to Caleb Atreides. The further she stayed away, the better.
But now, Jessica couldn’t think anymore. Her brain was turning to mush. Kyle’s fingers were still probing and squeezing her clit and labia and the pleasurable tendrils were running all over her pussy and electrifying her nerves.
He slid his marvelous body upwards. His skin was flushed and his pupils were very dark. He gazed down upon her face lovingly.
“I love you,” he said, “and I will always protect you.”
“I love you,” she replied.
He gripped her sides as his penis probed around her pussy hole, and then – finding it in the manner of a more awkward and much larger finger – thrust through her legs.
She arched her back with the sharp pain.
“Ohhhh!”
“Did I hurt you?” he said anxiously.
“No . . . just a little.” Tears sprang to her eyes. The pain was that of a sharp prick, but it wasn’t as excruciating as she thought it would be. She felt a little trickle down there. It must be blood, she thought faintly.
“You OK?” he said. He was still anxious. “I’m not going to move unless you tell me to.”
“Just let me get used to it for a while.” That was it. He was inside her, and the closeness she felt to him was indescribable. This was the closest she had ever felt to another human being. Truly skin to skin Flesh within flesh.
Ohhhhh.
“Size OK for you?” he asked.
It struck her as funny, as though he was asking her if the shoe fits.
“It’s fine.” She blinked back her tears. The pain was abating, and what she experienced was a supreme sensation of fullness, of expansion, of pussy walls being bathed in heat and pushed back, of her groin feeling as full as it had never felt before.
“I’ll move, OK? Tell me to stop anytime.”
He began to move. There was barely any friction because her pussy was so slick with her juices. But oh, his tool was enormous inside her tight, tight passage, and the feeling of satisfaction it gave her – of being claimed by this man who loved her so much he gave up his entire family to save her – was gargantuan.
As he moved inside her, he bent down his head to kiss her. They continued like this, groin rubbing against groin and being doubly joined by their mouths, for an interminable period – until she felt a slow build within her . . . of more fullness and more pleasure until it climbed and climbed and became an ascent into an explosion.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
In, out, back, forth. The rub became more intense, until her clit and pussy were being carried away by the friction too. Scritch, scritch, scritch, scritch. Her mons rubbed against his pubic hair, and down there, it was all so wet, and erotic, and raw, and gorgeous, and marvelously, mind-blowingly sexy that . . . .
OHHHHHH!
As she allowed herself to arch her back again and explode, he let himself climax as well. His penis jettisoned a hot stream deep inside her, and she had never felt higher – like she was floating on some infinitesimal cloud – or stronger or more powerful. She was desired! She was beautiful to this beautiful man! She was loved! She was lusted after!
She never, ever wanted it to end!
But it had to. Bliss was only ever fleeting in this world. One could only ascend to the plane of the gods briefly, stupefyingly . . . and then crash downward.
They both came down to earth. They were both panting and sweating. Their sticky bodies clung to one another.
“I love you, Jessica,” he said again with a choke to the end of his statement.
“I love you, Kyle Atreides. Every part of you. All of you.”
There. She had said his real name out loud as a testament of who and what he was. His heritage. His terrifying and yet glorious heritage.
They lay back, spent, to contemplate their uncertain future. But whatever the future might bring, they knew they would forge it together.
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