The Theron Residency (Brides of Theron Book 4)

by Anthony Lorino, Rebecca

  “Sorry,” He said thoroughly embarrassed.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered nervously into his ear. She reached for the hem of his shirt and he helped her pull it over his head. Her fingers grazed lightly over his sculpted chest. She watched as the dusting of fine hairs that covered his chest and arms started to stand on end with her touch. She traced her index fingers around the dark pink flesh of his areolas. He reached for her pulling her down with him to the blanket that covered the soft springy grass along the lake’s edge. She now pressed her chest heavily on top of his as they kissed each other hungrily. She felt his hands exploring the curves of her body as she sought his kisses. Her breasts felt tight inside the confines of her bra so she pulled herself away from his arms for just a moment and hastily undid the clasp letting the garment fall where it may.

  He pulled her back to him and flipped her onto her back. He explored her breasts with gentle touches and kisses. A touch of his lips on her tender skin was almost excruciating, yet pleasurable. The energy in her body was building in every possible cell. She thought that if her flesh hadn’t been contained so tightly within her skin she would fracture and explode in all directions. Never before had she felt so many sensations at once. She reached for the button on his pants. He let her unfasten them herself immediately returning to his hungry kisses when the button and zipper were undone. Taken by instinct now, she pulled him on top of her, wrapping her long legs around his hips. His mouth found her neck again and trailed down more purposefully this time until she felt a touch of his lips over the delicate pink tips of her breast. He sucked and playfully nipped at the rose-colored flesh until she arched her back and slid her hands just under the waistband of his pants firmly grabbing his ass and pulling him toward her.

  She could feel the urgency of his need pressed solidly against her inner thigh. She wanted his pants off now. Her whole body was screaming for him to take her. It was as if an animal urge was taking possession of her, driving her actions. She wanted to feel what it felt like to have him inside her. It was as if she needed to have him fill this emptiness that she never knew existed before now. She pushed his pants down with her hands until she could push them away with her feet. She would have ample time to look at him later. He shifted his body to help her remove his pants completely, tossing them to edge of the blanket and out of the way. He reached for the lacy straps of her underwear and started to pull them off with her raising her hips off the ground to help him. He looked at her hungrily as he threw them to the side. She reached for him again pulling him to her.

  “Are you sure?” he whispered one more time, breathlessly into her ear.

  “Yes…yes. Please, Ceran, I’m ready.” Her words echoed in her own ears. At this moment, he was the only thing that tethered her to herself. They were two separate beings but held together in a crazy way. Still separate. Not yet one. She felt the need to close the distance immediately, “Please,” she begged.

  She felt his hands between her thighs as he adjusted himself to enter her. As she shifted to give him better access, she could feel the slickness between the folds of her sex and prayed that it was an ordinary occurrence in these circumstances. She didn’t know how her body would react to her own sexual desire. If anything were amiss, he surely would have pointed it out by now. But then again, he didn’t know much about it either. He said nothing as he poked and prodded her without success.

  “I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

  “For heaven’s sake, stop apologizing.” She said with a smirk. Her touch was light as she smoothed the creases of frustration from his brow. “Relax,” she said as she reached down and grabbed his cock. Her hand explored the satiny soft skin for just a moment. She looked up to see his reaction, catching a glimpse of his eyes as they rolled back behind his lids. His body was now tense and rigid. She had heard stories about the male anatomy before. Once, Tina had told her that you could tell if a guy had a big cock by how big his feet and hands were. Based on what she held firmly in her hand and the size of his feet, Tina might have actually been right about that. Ceran was on the large end of that spectrum on all counts.

  How in the world would he fit inside of her? Physiologically, she knew that he would. Many others before her had sex with no lingering bouts of difficulty. If the tissue in the vagina could stretch to accommodate the passage of a newborn baby, surely she should easily be able to accommodate him. She guided him to her opening and felt the pressure build as the tip of his cock found the slick entrance. He pushed carefully and slowly into her as if in fear. She had no idea before this moment that she would be overcome by an instinctive animal desire. The ache for him to fill the emptiness that she had just discovered was beginning to take her over. As he eased himself further inside of her, she cried out. It was a burning, tearing pain that wasn’t unbearable, but uncomfortable. His eyes were wide on hers now.

  “Am I hurting you? I can stop if you want me to,” his blue eyes were round as saucers. She could tell that he was afraid. Was he afraid of hurting her? Was he was afraid that he would be swept up at the moment and wouldn’t be able to stop even if she asked him to?

  “Don’t stop. Just do it,” she said as she nodded encouragement. He nodded back and she braced herself for his thrust. He slid easily inside of her once he pushed past the barrier of her virginity. The feeling of pressure, pain, and a kind of sweet euphoria started to dance wildly inside her body. She gasped and he looked alarmed, but she seemed to calm him with just a glance. The sensation, of so much going on at once, had her neurons firing wildly making her body feel out of sync.

  However, at the same time she felt relief wash over her. The most painful part was over. Then unexpectedly she realized that this was the first time that she felt full and whole in her life. She felt her virgin blood, sticky against her thighs as he moved within her. The sex was painful, but it was bearable. Grace had told her when she asked about it that the first time would most likely be awkward and painful, but the next time would feel so much better. As she had said it, ‘sooooo much better!’

  He thrusted into her several more times and just as her body was comfortable with the size of him, she felt his body tense as he pressed himself deep inside of her. She felt the pulse of something warm and wet inside of her as his body began to still. He took several deep breaths and collapsed on top of her shivering as if he were cold. His pulse was racing and a fine sheen of sweat covered his brow.

  “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” She asked as she pressed the back of her hand across his forehead. All of her doctor senses were going off. She started to go down her triage checklist. Pulse racing, eyes dilated, sweating, shivering. Does he have a temperature?

  “Are you kidding me?” He kissed the top of her head. “That was…” he chuckled. “No words could describe it adequately.” He lay on top of her for a little while as she stroked his back. His pulse was gradually slowing down and his body was starting to relax. His breath in her ear softly asking, “Are you alright?”

  “Yeah.” She said as he rolled off of her and stared at her in wonderment. That was when she saw it. The red blood of her innocence coated him and stained the skin between her thighs. She stared in horror. She was kind of embarrassed that she could make such a mess. He looked at what was causing her such alarm and shook his head smiling. It was a surprise to her that he didn’t even care. Instead, he got up to his feet and pulled her to standing.

  “I told you that there is a hot spring, just over there,” he pointed out the direction with his chin. He scooped her up into his arms, not caring about the blood that was coming in contact with his skin. “It’s okay,” he kissed her and whispered in her ear. He carried her over to the edge of the water putting her down on her feet and stepping in without pause. He ducked his head under the water and came up fast, splashing water in all directions. He laughed at her as she dipped her toe in half expecting it to be as cold as the river she fell into. “It’s warm, just like I remembered it,” he smiled.

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he sound of nature was all around them. The sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze, the birds chirping happily in the trees, and the sound of the water as it bubbled up from the spring. Amazing. This was such a beautiful place. Most girls lost their virginity in the back of a car or after the senior prom in some fleabag hotel. At least that was how most of the girls in the small town she grew up in did. She was glad that she waited until this moment. Today was perfect. This place was perfect. The two of them all alone in the woods as their souls united as one to sing to the universe.

  She carefully stepped into the water. The bottom of the shallow pool was lined with smooth stones. It was about ten feet in diameter and at most four feet deep. Ceran squatted in the center and splashed water over his shoulders. Reaching out to her, he pulled her closer to him. He cupped some of the warm water in his hands and began to bathe her. When he started to wash the blood away, she recoiled at the sensitivity of the flesh under his hands. He didn’t say much, just busied himself with making the blood on her inner thighs disappear. When he was finished, they sat comfortably on a rock on the edge of the pool. The temperate water covered their hips as they sat looking at one another. He turned away after a moment as if he were embarrassed.

  “I am sorry that I went so fast. I didn’t know that it would feel that…way.” He laughed, “I thought I was going to lose it when you grabbed me. It took everything I had to not let it go then.” He scooped a handful of water and spilled it over her breasts. When she didn’t say anything, just smiled at him he added shyly, “Did it…I mean, was it…Did it feel good to you?”

  “To be completely honest, it hurt at first, but then it was different. The pressure and discomfort gave way to something that was bigger than myself. It made me feel like every cell in my body wanted to explode. The energy within each individual cell was heightened to a state that was almost overwhelming. It was almost like it made me feel…I don’t know if I can describe it...not empty, but full and whole. Maybe? I told you that I didn’t have high expectations for my very first time. But, that was certainly much more than I expected.”

  “In a good way?” he asked.

  “Yes, in a good way.” She giggled and looked shyly away from him. Should she ask this now, so soon after? “Do you think that…Maybe we could do it again? I mean, just to see if it’s like everybody says, better the second time around?” She could feel the heat in her skin as she asked.

  Without a word, he took her in his arms and lifted her up onto his lap. She didn’t need his words to know his answer. He was ready. This time it was all fireworks, flowers, and beauty that was previously beyond her comprehension. They explored each other until the sun began to set in the pool and on their makeshift bed. After they had watched the sun go down in the warmth of the spring, he led her out of the water and they began to dress, fully aware of each other now. The understanding between them was a deeper one. She could swear that if she listened hard enough she would be able to hear his thoughts.

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  “Before we go, I want you to come with me into the woods,” he said as he picked up the blanket and other items he had brought to the summit. He pressed a button on the key for the hovercraft. Down below she could see the lights activate and the craft bound up to where they were and land just next to them. “I want to show you something before we go.”

  “Alright,” she reached for his hand when he finished stowing the items in the craft. They walked along the tree line for a bit as he searched for an entry point into the wooded area. Tall grass and brush grew in the way of the path he sought. He pushed aside the branches and stepped over the grass bringing her to an area where a large tree grew. The trunk of this tree must have been twenty feet in diameter and the low branches were covered with large leaves that hung low over their heads. He touched the trunk and the same luminescent bugs flew from the tree in all directions glowing brighter and brighter as they beat their tiny wings. They flew into the canopy of leaves. As they flew, they showered them with a coating of the radiant dust.

  Ceran smiled and put a hand tenderly to Laura’s face and said one word, “Beautiful!”

  The dust started to coat everything. “What is this?” she asked, examining her skin.

  “When it is dark, these small insects feed on the pollen of this tree. That is why they glow. As they do, they spread the pollen to other trees. I’ve never seen anything like this anywhere but here. The energy in this forest causes everything to glow when it’s excited. He walked over to a shallow pond on the left side of the tree. “This is a fairy pool. The girls would make wishes to find their true loves over it and if the algae on the rocks began to glow the request would be granted and their true love would not be far away.”

  She lowered her hand into the pool and the algae started to glow softly, “How is this possible.”

  “The movement of the water excites the plants within. We have energy inside of us that the plants feed off of, too. The more energy you transfer into the water, the brighter the pond.” He knelt down beside her, placing both hands on the ground by his side.

  She thought about what he had just said and closed her eyes focusing on that vibration that she constantly felt in the palms of her hand. It had to be the energy he was talking about. She heard him a moment later calling out her name. “Laura, you are making it so bright that I can’t see.” She could see the purple-red light from behind her eyelids intensify. When she opened her eyes, the brightness faded to a soft glow.

  “I guess that means that you will find your true love. I have never seen it glow so bright before.” He laughed, “You must really love me.”

  She playfully slapped her wet hands on his shirt. “What about you? Will you find your true love?”

  He put his hand in and the pond glowed dimly. She pouted and he said, “I’ve already found my true love. I really think that the brightness of the light has something to do with the energy you transfer to it. You just transferred more.” He smiled, “It’s getting late. We need to start making our way home.” He wiped his wet hands on his pants to dry them.

  She nodded wordlessly. This was the most beautiful place she could have ever imagined. They walked back to the hovercraft passing the lake that was fed by the waters of the spring they spent a good portion of their day in. The fish swimming seemed to be glowing as well as they swam in the water of the lake just as the sun set, eating the patches of algae that would give off light as they approached. This place was energy rich. It was no wonder why his grandfather chose this location to raise his family. She took a final look around, committing it all to memory.

  Chapter 7

  Drylon work camp several days after the escape…

  Jenaya was exhausted. Since she had been brought here a several days ago, she had organized a makeshift clinic in one of the nearby caves, assessed and triaged the injured and sick. She began treating patients with whatever she had on hand. None of it was enough though. The cold dark cave was not a sterile place to practice medicine. The floors were covered with dirt and the walls seeped water that made it soggy and damp inside. She did not have access to her medical scanner or any of the useful medicines and machinery that she had access to on the ship. She was starting to complain to the guards rather loudly about needing things. It had gotten to the point that she had been severely punished on two occasions when Carel was not there to intervene on her behalf. Now, she was trying to avoid the frequent visitations of that overzealous guard who was working hard to gain her affections. That man was really starting to annoy her.

  Carel Fenwick would come to check on her at least once a day. He seemed to be trying to move up ranks using her as an excuse to inch his way up the ladder to that bastard Gatton. She wiped her hand on her filthy uniform. She had not had a bath since she got here and her clothes were looking worse for wear. She would make sure that she mentioned the need for more sanitary conditions in this hell hole. Already this morning she had three of the women from her ship come in with severe diarrhea and vomiting
issues. She suspected that the latrines needed to be maintained better. The smell was horrible and she suspected that the drinking water was being contaminated. However, who was she to fix this problem? Her hands were tied because all of the necessary testing equipment was on the ship and she had no idea where that was. The lack of necessary equipment was becoming a nuisance to her.

  She kneeled down next to the pallet on the floor where Brylon’s mother laid. Mattie had been moved here in this cave from the beginning of her work on this dreadful planet. Mattie had lumps that were hard as rocks and oddly whitish-grey in color on her skin along her shoulder and neck, and just on the side of her nose. Jenaya had never seen anything like this in all the years that she had practiced medicine. She took a scrap of cloth that she had earlier laundered the best she could, dunked it into a bowl of drinking water she had boiled herself. Gently she wiped Mattie to clean her face and neck. If only she had her equipment or even a small amount of healing salve on hand. For now, cleaning the affected areas seemed like the only logical thing to do. As if the hard lumps on her skin weren’t enough, Mattie’s lymph nodes in her neck were incredibly swollen making it hard for poor Mattie to swallow. Everyday Jenaya noticed that her patient was less and less active. Jenaya thought surely that death would soon claim her.

  As Mattie opened her eyes, Jenaya said, “Hey. Are you hungry? I have a bit of bone broth and some bread for you to eat.” She turned to retrieve the food from the cot that she was using as a table.