by Vi Voxley
"Let's go," he said.
Kat only nodded, her body still shaking with the tremors running through her. Soros picked a hard pace, going through the first, easier tunnels. Her blood needed to boil, it was the only way to warm her up. And he guessed she knew it, because again, not one word of protest. She slipped, got up and followed as best as she could.
There were moments when he simply dragged her over a particularly hard spot and then Kat was able to walk on her own again. Looking behind, Soros could see some red on her cheeks.
The going was slow, but they were doing it. Above, he could still hear the fighters, but they were alone now, hoping to catch a sign of the direction they were headed. Soros knew their survival depended on Turian not knowing where they were going. That's why he had ruled out all of the obvious options and all the opposites of those, going instead for one he hoped the clan lord hadn’t accounted for.
He wasn't going to mention that to Turian, but running from your student was just as nerve-wracking as having to fight your commander. They knew each other too well, not to mention the terrain.
After a few hours, it was clear that Kat's strength was going to run out soon. She had already performed admirably, but the going was a workout warriors struggled with. Her will was as sure as theirs, but her stamina couldn't keep up.
Only when she could no longer lift her hand to support herself on the wall did Kat speak up.
"Soros," she whispered. "I don't think I can go on."
He knew that already. He'd been scouting their surroundings for a camping place for a while now. Finding landmarks within ice wasn't exactly a precise science, but Soros thought he knew where they were, roughly put – too far to make it out of the ice without taking a rest.
The night was setting, which made moving forward all the more dangerous. So far, the cracks in the ice and its transparency had provided enough to at least see their way. But with every minute, the path was growing darker.
Spending the night in the ice ocean was as good as a death sentence. He looked at her and made his decision.
"Just a little more," he said. "We will stay near here tonight."
Kat's mouth dropped open. Her eyes were wide and sad, her lips so pale they were almost as white as the ocean around them.
"We will die," she stated. "If we stop, we won't be able to get up again."
"I will," Soros replied. "And I will make sure you do too. Now, trust me. I need you to go just a little further."
She clearly didn't even have enough strength to argue. Nodding, Kat started to move while Soros looked on into the growing darkness. Both of them had lights in their armors, but he wouldn't risk one of Turian's men picking up the glow. He had to find a suitable spot very quickly.
And it seemed like luck was on his side, if not generally, then with little mercies at least. They pushed their way into a small dead end, just wide enough to sit down in. It was barely high enough for Kat not to hit her head, but he had to crouch. Without a question, Kat turned around like they had before, but he called her back.
"We will stay here," he said.
She looked around in confusion.
"This is no bigger than a trap," she said.
"It's perfect," he replied, sitting down and pulling her with him. "It's small enough to keep warmth in for a while at least."
Kat laughed, a look of regret on her face, shaking her head.
"There is no wood here," she said. "Nothing to make a fire with. And even if we could, the walls would melt and put it out."
"No," Soros agreed. "I would not build a fire, even if we could. I have another idea."
Saying that, he pulled her into his embrace, pushed his hands under her armor and started to rub some warmth back into her limbs at first. His true intent became obvious when he kissed her deeply, gently fondling her breasts. It took a moment for the idea to register in Kat's exhausted mind. Then she stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"You're insane," she said seriously. "You want to fuck here? I will not remove my armor again. The last time was like jumping into snow."
"It will provide heat. For us and this small space. Ice keeps warmth in quite well, if you put some in it. We will block the entrance as best as we can and hope it lasts us until morning."
A small smirk tugged at Kat's lips.
"That is not the most romantic way a guy has ever asked me to bed. You could just say you want one last fuck before we give up."
"I'm not giving up," Soros said with a smile. "But this is the best chance we've got."
There was an odd look in her eyes as she sat back and regarded him seriously. Soros had already seen that apprehensive gaze many times and waited. The little cave was so small they could both lean against opposite walls with Kat practically on his lap.
"You really think this will work?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted, after a pause adding: "But I also want you. I've wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you."
Then, finally, Kat nodded. Soros resisted the desire to simply pull her harder into his embrace and never let her go. Instead, he let go of her and started to barricade them in. He waited with touching her until he'd stripped out of his armor and jammed the metal plates into the narrow path they'd come through. It wasn't a perfect door, but it was cover.
Kat had started to remove her suit as well. She was shivering again, but when Soros knelt by her side and lifted her chin up, she dove into the kiss as if he were a lifeline. That was unfortunately, horribly true. He thought he would do anything to keep her alive, but this was definitely by far his preferred way of doing so.
Her wondrous black cloak provided a surprisingly soft surface when he lowered her on it, careful not to let her touch the ice around them more than she had to. Kissing her passionately, his roaming hands warming her skin, Soros prayed to all the spirits that he was right about this.
She struggled out of her panties at last, naked to his hungry gaze. Soros had to pull back to properly enjoy the sight of her gorgeous body. The image would be burned forever into his eyes, but Kat pulled him back on top of her instantly, too cold without him.
He had to do the rest of his exploration of her with his hands and cock. Her breasts fit perfectly into his palms as if they’d been made for him. Soros touched her all over, kissing, licking and tasting her until he had Kat grinding against him in need.
He would worship her body like it deserved at another time, but in the conditions they were in, long foreplay made no sense. In fact, it would have been life threatening. He pushed his hand between her legs, hearing Kat moan.
"Soros," she whispered, and there was no hesitation in her anymore.
Chapter Fourteen
Kat
It was, without a doubt, the craziest thing she'd ever done.
Kat felt like she'd gotten lost in a dream a few days ago and had never woken up. Every second she'd spent with Soros made her feel like she wasn't acting like herself at all.
No, that wasn't right. It was more like she had never truly been herself and Soros was showing her the way. It was rocking her world to its core.
And now this.
The day had been so utterly unbelievable and tiring that Kat couldn't muster any strength to over-analyze the situation she was in. Excuses, reasons and considerations seemed like things that happened to other people.
Those who didn't have insanely hot warriors asking them to fuck, looking at them with those gorgeous, irresistible eyes. Kat was sure that if she dug deep enough, she'd find a reason not to go through with it, but she honestly didn't want to.
Soros' simple existence was better than any rule she'd ever been fond of. Giving in to him was so easy, so natural that she had to wonder how she'd managed to resist him in the first place. When he touched her, any thoughts of holding back were driven from her mind. For some reason, life only seemed to have color and passion around him.
Kat hadn't known she’d wanted that, but now that she had it, she refused to let go. Instead, she
happily let him take what he wanted – they were finally on the same page. Her world was reduced to feeling and nothing more.
She was so tired that at first, Kat could only catch glimpses of what was actually happening to her. She could feel the fabric of her cloak under her back, poking a little bit but infinitely better than the ice below it. She would have to send the Palians a real thank-you note, because it did a decent job at shielding her from the terrifying cold.
The only thing in the world that existed was Soros. On top of her, the warrior was strong and hot and huge. She was covered by him entirely, wrapped in his embrace as if he were trying to shield her from everything that might harm her.
When Soros pulled back to admire her, the fire in his eyes alone set Kat's blood rushing through her body. He was magnificent. All those night they'd spent in the dark cave, wrapped in the Torlock’s fur, Kat had never properly seen him. Felt, sure, but not ogled at his marvelous body.
Soros was flawless in every way she could think to describe him. His tall, powerful body was muscled and smooth. The tanned skin seemed pulled taut over his chiseled abs, hard and firm as she ran her fingers over them appreciatively. He was more than gorgeous – to Kat, Soros was breathtaking.
He was almost unreal, most of all his cock. When she'd rubbed herself against him during the nights they'd spent locked together, Kat had tried to feel its length. Even half-hard, it had been big, but now that she was seeing him truly aroused, it was nothing short of huge. At that moment, all she wanted was to be pounded against the ground by that cock.
Her eyes wandered over every inch of him, tracing the ink lines accentuating his perfect physique. She couldn't believe a man like that existed. She could believe even less that she was going to have that power unleashed upon her, but Kat didn't think of protesting, not for a second. At the beginning of her mission, she hadn’t known how to handle Soros, but no such doubts remained in her mind. She was Alice, and she had fallen too deep into the fantasy to let any outside logic pull her out.
Soros wanted her and she needed him more than air, that was all that mattered.
When the warrior's hand slid over her pussy, Kat moaned loudly. The sound seemed to fill the small room, growing warmer by the minute, or maybe the heat was only inside her. It was the same to her, arching off the floor to meet every move Soros made, rubbing his body against hers. She was returning the favor, her hands groping him wherever she could reach, sliding up and down his wide back.
In her delirium, Kat thought that her skin had warmed Soros’ hands because it didn't feel cold at all when he dipped a finger into her pussy. And that was the last coherent thought before Kat’s body started to grind down on his hand shamelessly. It felt so good to be touched at last, although Kat knew it had really been her pulling back every time.
She no longer knew why she'd denied him. In the throes of pleasure, it made no sense anymore. Soros' fingers were pushing deeper and deeper into her wetness, brushing against the spot of pleasure in her pussy. Kat gasped, biting down on his shoulder. He growled in response, answering with a passionate kiss that almost made her dizzy in its intensity. She was dragging her hands on his back, pulling him even closer to her despite there being nothing but amazing warmth between them.
Soros had pulled her halfway onto his lap so that her feet wouldn't touch the floor. Kat had no idea how he managed to think of those things when she was already reduced to nothing more than the lust that was burning her insides. She had never wanted anyone that badly in her life, and the glacier around them had nothing to do with that.
As Soros added another finger, deepening their kiss and tasting her mouth, Kat knew it was all him. The warrior stretched her open for him with a merciless pace that she loved more than she was able to say – not that anything but moans escaped her lips anyway. Soros bit at them playfully, looking down at her with those blazing blue eyes filled to the brink with lust. He added a third finger into her pussy and Kat nearly screamed. The delicious pressure was driving her quickly out of her mind. She threw back her head and moaned freely, knowing there was no one there but them.
Soros kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples as she ran her fingers through his long hair.
"The next time I want to taste you," Soros growled. "I can feel how wet you are for me. I want to feel the way your body trembles when I lick you."
The images were enough to drive the last of her control from her body. She needed him to fuck her, right then and there, before she lost her mind to the lust that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Yes, yes," Kat moaned. "You can do whatever you want, please, just, I need you now..."
"I know," Soros growled against her ear, kissing her neck. "I can tell how badly you need me, how much you want my cock."
His every word was punctuated by another sharp thrust of his fingers right against her core, making Kat whimper helplessly in his arms. Her pussy was clamping down on his fingers, wanting more of the amazing torture he punished her with.
"Tell me," Soros demanded, and Kat could hear the strain in his voice. "I want to hear how you want me to fuck your tight little cunt."
It took several tries for her to find any words at all or even remember what language she spoke. But she could tell Soros wanted it as much as she did. His cock was pressing against her, long and hard and thick, and she needed it in her.
"Fuck me," she moaned, "I want you to fuck my pussy as hard as you can. I need to feel every inch of you in me –"
She whined in disappointment when Soros pulled away, but then she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. The warrior pushed his hand between them, rubbing her clit and making her arch off the ground again in mind-blowing pleasure. His every touch was like a shock, sending surge after surge of bliss through her body. Kat wasn't sure her body could take much for of the torturous teasing.
Then Soros pushed in, and she screamed and moaned as the warrior leaned down to capture her lips, drinking in her cries as he thrust his huge cock deeper inside her welcoming pussy. As she'd asked, Kat could feel every inch of him, and despite the slow pace, it hurt to take a cock that thick.
She loved it more than she had ever loved anything before. Soros was hot and hard and throbbing in her pussy, and it was so good that Kat thought she could very well see stars. She gripped his muscled shoulders, holding on to him as he claimed her inch by inch, taking what Kat felt had always been his.
It was like she had been made to take him – he fit inside her so perfectly that it couldn’t have been anything less than fate. The stretch was so exquisite that Kat had to bite her lip. He was pushing her pussy to its limits, and she needed more.
"Please," she begged, and Soros didn't need to be told twice.
He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Kat could feel every inch of her body rock along with the powerful thrusts as she buried her face into the crook of his neck to muffle her desperate moans. She was absolutely certain that the ecstasy coursing through her body was perfectly capable of bringing the ceiling down on top of them.
Soros didn't seem to care, and neither did she. He kissed her, burying his hands in her hair to pull her up to meet him. Kat could feel him gently tugging at it, loving the way he grasped it possessively, making her his and his alone. Her body sang under his, and although the hardness of the ground was uncomfortable, Kat barely noticed.
When Soros lifted her legs to his shoulders, the new angle sent her soaring in heaven. She moaned, almost bent in double as Soros slammed into her mercilessly, his face twisted in pleasure and his blue eyes shining with desire.
Soros' cock was longer and thicker than any she'd ever taken before. The feeling was new and unusual, but in the most maddening way. Kat could feel her pussy struggle to take him, but she spread her legs as wide as she could and moaned loudly when Soros pushed deeper into her. She wanted to take all of him, to have her pussy claimed by that magnificent cock of his.
He pushed one hand between the two of them, circ
ling her clit as he fucked her. Kat cried out at the double sensation, pushing to meet every agonizing movement of his finger. The look in his eyes reflected hers as he enjoyed every gasp that escaped her lips.
It was clear to her how much he loved seeing her like that, helpless to fight the desire, but she didn't care. It was an incredible turn-on to see his eyes flash with untamed, wild desire. Every whimper made his cock twitch inside her, telling her that the pleasure she felt was most certainly his as well.
"Fuck you're hot," Soros growled, his deep voice sending chills down her spine.
Kat couldn't reply nor think. Soros didn't let up on his ruthless pace, keeping her constantly on the edge of cumming, but never letting her. And they were heating up the room, Kat could see droplets of water slide down the walls when she turned her head to let Soros lick and bite her neck.
The cold was gone, replaced by a fire she didn't think would simmer down once the actual heat did. Soros had been right. She felt like she was under the best and hottest cover. He was so big that she had no problem burying herself under his powerful body.
Kat wished she could give some of it back, but she guessed she was because they were both much warmer than when they'd begun. The flesh under her fingers was hot to the touch. It was like they were burning from the inside, feeding each other's flames.
The pleasure was climbing fast in her pussy. Kat bit her lip, not knowing how to tell Soros that she was going to cum, but he didn't let her finish that easily. Pulling back, he flipped her to her side. Kat was about to protest that she wanted to see him, but when he lay down behind her, pushing in while groping her breasts, all complaints were lost.
