I can feel her ass clenching with need, pulsing around me, urging me into another inevitable ejaculation. I cannot help myself. It has been too long, waiting to be with her, remembering all the soft ways her flesh complies with my will and gives into my desire. She recalls nothing. I remember everything. I pinch her clit lightly, roll the wet bud between my fingers with a carefully calculated pressure which I know will send her over the edge of her human ability to resist pleasure.
She comes for me, just as I knew she would, and then I fill her ass, flooding her second hole with a fresh flush of my carnal reserves. Filling her is not enough, but it is all I can do. The act of lovemaking can be many things. In this instance, it is my effort to say what I cannot say with my words, an act of hope cloaked in filth.
Six
Tended
Lyric
“We’re going back, aren’t we?”
I am streaked in Rath's seed, but even multiple orgasms can only stave off the inevitable for so long. I can see the end in his eyes. The game has been played and now it must come to an end. There will be no winners. There will be darkness and a complete lack of being. If these are the last experiences I am ever to have, I am glad to have had them with him.
“Yes. We are about to return to Megaris,” he says, tossing his hair over his shoulder. “When we arrive, you will learn new things. The world will change again. I ask only one thing of you, that you remain obedient and loyal. Many things will happen to you. Some of them will be painful. Most of them will be confusing. You have to trust me. No matter what. Can you do that, Lyric?”
That’s a big ask from anyone, anywhere, any time. It’s an even bigger ask considering my life is forfeit inside those walls. Still, my answer comes without hesitation.
“Of course.”
“That answer comes easily to you now, but it may not for long. If our lives are both to be saved you have to keep the faith, no matter what. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I’m making promises I can’t fathom, but it doesn’t matter. I did not dream of Rath for so long and find myself in his possession, only to turn around and betray him. He has not been kind, or gentle with me. He has been rough. He has even been cruel. He has ripped away parts of my being I would have thought essential. He has stripped me of my clothing and he has pillaged my body.
I throb when I look at him. It is more than a sexual reaction. It is a full body experience of absolute devotion which courses through me giving its own pleasure. This is what it must feel like to a puppy when its master comes home, a pure thrill of absolute joy and a never ending desire for connection. Rath’s look, his touch, they are all I need.
“You are a sweet little thing.” He gives me rare praise and I glow from the inside out. “I hope we live long enough to enjoy one another again. What is about to happen will scare and anger you. I want you to remember one thing: I will keep you safe.”
He’s asking me to trust him, even though he won’t trust me with a single sliver of truth. He keeps nudging me toward something I can sense, but not see. I can almost feel the truth of the secret that exists between us. Maybe it binds us. There is connection between us. Always has been, at least, for me. The moment I laid eyes on Rath for the first time, I felt a level of attraction I have never felt for any other human or korabi. I used to think that was just my own personal weirdness, a kind of desperation I have never encountered before, or since. Now I am not so sure. When we make love, he feels familiar.
“Did we know one another before this?”
His golden eye flashes.
“You’re starting to remember. Good.”
“What am I starting to remember?” I grab his arm and start to beg. “Please. Rath. Whatever you know, you have to tell me. I can’t live like this. I am so confused. I am so scared…”
“Do not be afraid. It is a waste of time. If something is going to happen, it is going to happen. What has already happened, has already happened.”
“You have a thousand ways to say absolutely nothing.”
My complaint is not met with sympathy.
“I made it clear that you must remember the past. I cannot force recollection. It would not work, and it would cause you great suffering. I can give you some lesser suffering as a distraction, if that would help.”