She resists further. She is my treasure and she is resisting me. Unexpected, primal rage roars to life as my desire to protect her is denied. Rising to my feet I point at the meat then at her hissing loudly as I do. My wings rustle and my tail is shifting side to side. I lean over the table, angry and intending to make her eat it. I know what's best for her. If she doesn't eat enough now there won't be enough in her system and there isn't enough left for a second meal.
She cowers, leaning back as she crouches down in her chair raising her hands in a protective gesture. Primal fog fills my brain to see her cowering. The rise of her chest, it's unprotected mounds moving up and down rapidly in time with her breath, the smell of her creates a war of emotions in me. A desire to dominate and own what is mine wars with the rational man. She is mine and must obey but she is her own and I must treasure and respect her.
She takes the meat and eats it at last but as she does a drop of moisture falls from her eye and rolls down her cheek. Watching it fall a sick feeling of nausea forms in my gut and the fog clears. I've frightened her. It's clear as day she's afraid. She chews the meat then slips out of the chair as I fall back into my own. She climbs into the bed without looking at me and slides the curtain closed.
Staring at it I don't know how to fix what I've done. I didn't intend to frighten her or ever cause her harm. She is something to be treasured, valued, but never mistreated. I want what's best for her but how do I tell her that? Gestures, grunts, motions that don't communicate the complexity of ideas I need her to understand. How else could I explain to her about the epis? The healing properties of the meat or how she had to eat enough for the effects to last?
Am I a man or am I too far gone to the bijass? That's the heart of the question. How lost to the fog am I? Can I break free of the regression? Can any of us?
Somehow I know she's the key. She awakens thoughts and feelings in me that I haven't experienced in so long I thought they were gone forever. Desire yes but more. Appreciation of beauty. A desire for communication, to share my thoughts with another and hear theirs in return. How long has it been since I spoke to another being? Too long to be remembered, that's for sure.
I stare at the curtain and wait. Eventually sleep claims me closing the endless circle of my thoughts.
7 JOLIE
Crawling back into the bed and closing the curtain I lie on my back waiting for what happens next. I'm not scared, not really, though maybe I should be. I'm alone with a huge alien-dragon man. I couldn't defend myself against him from anything he wanted to do to me. Which is strangely erotic. My guts tighten and my clit throbs as I consider him taking advantage of me. Of course I want him to, he's sexy as hell, dominating and so big. The strength he displays is a huge turn on.
He's also scary. I don't understand why he got angry with me when I didn't want to eat anymore. I was full but that wasn't good enough for him. Not that I could say that to him. Damn the language barrier is a huge pain! How did Calista deal with this between her and Ladon?
I feel better though. The meat was tasty, wonderful in truth. It had layers of flavor that were rich and enticing. As I chewed it I felt better, like my body was healing itself or something. Even lying here now I don't feel the dry scratchiness in the back of my throat or any ache in my muscles. Holding my hand in front of my face the tremors that I've grown accustomed to are gone as well.
That drink! Good lord that was insane. It was liquid fire flowing down my throat. I wasn't prepared for something like that. It was the strongest alcohol I've ever had that burned down into my throat where it ignited a small inferno. I liked it though. As the inferno in my stomach took up residence it sent warmth out to my extremities that felt like it was flushing away the residual effects of the extreme dehydration of my body.
This planet, I still like calling it Gallifrey, has taken its toll on me. On all of us that haven't taken the epis. But with the meal Sverre fed me I almost feel like myself again. Wholly myself, not a shadow I've been trying to hide behind how bad I feel. How much my body aches, the headaches, the nausea that are all symptoms of increasing dehydration. My body just isn't designed for these temperatures.
His is. Damn is it ever. Sverre naked, hmm. Man he looks good. When I woke up with him cuddled next to me he was so cool and the touch of his scaled skin against mine created silky sensations unlike anything I've ever felt before. The memory comes back and with it the low, pulsing need returns. I need relief. I could have sex with him but no he's not the one. I don't think.
Maybe? When I woke up the room was filled with all those beautiful flowers. They look and smell amazing but the scent of his cooking was the ultimate in sensory experiences. The cooking meat tantalized my nose, making me hungry when before I'd only felt nausea at even the idea of eating.
The way he looked, cooking, the bulk of him doing something so delicate. I imagine him out gathering flowers, picking each one for its size and color. He has a definite eye for color because, as I think about it, the flowers flowed around the room with an aesthetic beauty that points to a definitely practiced eye. He did that for me. Because he'd scared me before.
I don't know a lot about him or his race. Only the tidbits that Calista shared here and there. I know though that Ladon is highly possessive. Calista said something about him calling her his treasure. Considering the things that decorate Sverre's home and the extreme care he is taking with them it makes sense. Sverre and Ladon both look like dragons so maybe it's in their genetics to want to horde things? Could that really be a thing god knows how many light-years away from earth?
If that's the case then maybe Sverre looks at me as one of his treasures the way Ladon looks at Calista? Hmm, possessed. A treasure, valued, wanted, desired. These thoughts create a warmth in my belly that fills me up. It spreads to my pussy until my clit is a pulsing bundle of needs. Slowly I let my hand drift between my legs. I glance sideways making sure he's not coming closer. I have to lift my head and look to see his silhouette at the table. Good, I need relief.
My hand slides under the hem of the loose pants he gave me and across my dark patch of hair. Being space-wrecked and stranded on an alien planet is hard on personal grooming habits. Pressing my fingers down hard on the top of my opening I apply pressure to my swollen clit without pulling my folds aside. I don't want to make any noise but I can't stand this.
I press hard and move in a slow circle letting the sensation build. Normally thoughts of different men or movie stars excite me while I masturbate but none of them come to mind now. All I can think about is Sverre. The coolness of his body. The beautiful color of his scales with the striking blue and yellow accents. The bulk of his muscled chest pulling me tight against him. The feel of his erection pressing against me and how good it will feel to let him slide inside.
My fingers press hard and circle faster. The pulsing tingles increase and my hips grind down against the bed then thrust up. I imagine meeting his hip bones as I go up. The feel of him pushing into my delicate, soft folds, penetrating me to my core. Biting my lip to suppress any sounds I slip my middle finger into my wetness. It passes through my lips causing me to shudder. Circling it slowly now I let my imagination run wild.
Sverre climbs into the bed with me in my mind's eye. His rough, scaled fingers trace lines down along my arms, down my sides, across my breasts. That massive bulge in his pants hangs between us pressing at my opening while he holds himself over me, not penetrating, not yet.
My breath comes in short gasps as my fingers probe deeper and my imagination takes me away.
His lips press against mine. He tastes amazing and as he lowers his mouth to mine his body lowers too, pressing his hard member just inside my folds which part to accommodate his girth. Our tongues seek each other out then dance as we kiss. Holding himself up with one hand he uses his free hand to tease my breasts.
My nipples are rock hard responding to his imaginary touch. I move my own free hand to my tits and grip each of them in turn while I slide a second finger into
my wetness. The pants are limiting my ability to move. I glance quickly over once more lifting up to make sure he's still occupied at the table then slide the pants over my hips. I feel naughty and some kind of dirty knowing I'm doing this with him so close but at the same time that only makes me more excited.
I run my hand up and down my my wet lips without penetrating. I'm so wet it's amazing and the smell of my own sex fills the space making me hornier than ever. I rub quickly up and down driving myself to new heights of desire.
As I work my hand up and down I pause at the top each time to give extra pressure on my clitoris. Desire and need build until I'm going crazy with the need to get off.
His cock, so huge, I want to run my hands over his chest as he fills me to my limit with his massive, alien cock. I slide a finger of my right hand into my wetness and use my left to tease circles around my throbbing clitoris.
Slowly I push my finger in and out, just like I imagine he would do if we were fucking. A slow, inexorable drive.
If I struggle he'd hold me down. My wrists ache softly where he gripped them before. So tight, so strong, and absolutely in control. Remembering that makes me even wetter and my finger slides in to the limit. It's not enough, I want more.
I slip another finger in then a third stretching my delicate pink folds. All three slide in easily I'm so wet. I press hard against my clit then circle it fast using all the fingers of my left hand to tease it into higher states of arousal.
My walls are being stretched more than I ever have before and I'm imagining him over me, thrusting, controlling, pinning me down and driving his massive cock into my pussy.
I don't even think about it as my fourth finger slides in. My middle finger finds and grazes around my clit and I'm falling over the edge into an orgasm that's stronger than anything I've ever experienced.
My body tightens, my back arches, my fingers still shove in and out convulsing as I come. My pussy clenches and unclenches so tight.
"Sverre!" I cry out, unable to contain my passion.
The curtain jerks aside with a rattle and he's there. I flush with embarrassment as his turquoise eyes take in my state of disarray and it's obvious what I've been doing. Moving my hands to cover myself I look away unable to meet his eyes. The bulge in his pants stands straight out, searing itself into my memory as I pull my pants over my hips. I turn my back to him hoping he'll go away.
I can't escape and I'm too embarrassed to do anything else.
The curtain closes slowly and then I'm alone with my thoughts and my shame. Why'd I have to call his name? A moan would have been bad enough but no, I had to cry out his name.
What the hell am I doing? What am I going to do? The two questions chase themselves around and around in my mind like a cat chasing its own tail.
8 SVERRE
I try not to think about what I saw or the effect it has on me. The memory of it is crisp and clear. She was beautiful and the scent of her was filling the space. No, I won't press myself on her. She covered herself and turned from me. It's obvious she's not interested in that manner. Maybe in time but not now. She doesn't want me no matter how much I want her.
Food. Food is always a good thing to focus my thoughts with. It's survival. When you focus on survival it becomes easy to let other things slide away. She'll need more guster meat. What I had might last her three or four days before she'll fall victim again to the ravages of Tajss.
The night passes and she sleeps or— no I'll leave my assumption at her sleeping. I don't hear any sounds from the bunk. I'm exhausted and want to lie down myself but I don't want to make things any more awkward than they already are so I doze in my chair. I awake feeling stiff to the sound of movement. My eyes fly open but I calm myself before instincts take over. She's awake and moving quietly around the room.
She moves softly, carefully placing each foot and it's obvious she's trying not to wake me. After all I've put her through and done, her kindness strikes into my heart like a bolt. Even with the slips I've had to bijass, my primal needs and desires, she still cares about me and wants to let me sleep. My smile parts my lips while I watch her. I shift my foot to draw her attention without startling her. She looks over quickly, her eyes wide then she smiles broadly when she sees I'm awake.
She raises her right hand in front of herself and motions it side to side saying rapid words. Her voice is musical as always but there's an extra note of brightness to it this morning. Or perhaps it's my own imagination and sincere hope that she has forgiven me for my intrusion on her privacy last night. When she called my name I thought something was wrong. I keep my home safe as possible but there are things that still invade on occasion and even if small, they're still deadly.
Of course what I found was anything but a dangerous situation. Or maybe it was. It might be the most dangerous situation I've faced in years. The sensations and feelings she awakens in me are best left dormant. What right do I have to happiness? She walks closer as she talks which pushes aside my morose thoughts. Her smile lifts me up and I feel alive. I have to go hunting today, but I want her to stay. I spent a large portion of the night working on a way to make her understand. Now to see if my plan works.
"Jj-oo-lee," I say then smile and motion to the chair across from me.
She looks up at me with an energy and vibrance that makes her seem bouncy. One of her eyebrows arches up then she shrugs her shoulders and takes the seat. Good, I'm off to a good start. I gathered some small objects last night which I have sitting at the side of the table ready to use. She watches me expectantly as I take a deep breath then pull the objects closer. I hold up a large, polished red oblong rock between us.
"Sverre," I say motioning the rock towards myself.
I set it on the table and repeat my name while pointing at the rock then myself. She cocks her head to one side then laughs.
"Sverre?" she makes it a question as she points at the rock then at me.
I nod. We're off to a good start. Grabbing the next object which is a clear piece of glass that is much smaller with smooth edges. The curves of it made me think of her so I chose it as the representation. I hold it up in the same manner between us.
"Jj-oo-lee," I say motioning the piece towards her.
I repeat what I did with the last one and she does the same so I feel certain she understands my goal. Grabbing the small box for my next representation I set it down beside the two objects representing us.
"Home," I say pointing at the box then motioning around the room.
This one takes a while because it's a new word. She starts out mimicking the sound and at last I get up and walk around the room patting the walls, then going back to the box and patting the inside walls of it. It takes some time but finally she says home in my own language and smiles broadly. I think she understands at least. I grab a knife, hold it up, this I think she understands because she says a word almost immediately.
I work out the word she is saying. There are too many soft sounds in her language. It's difficult to sound them out correctly but I get it at last. When I do she jumps out of her chair and bounces on the balls of her feet talking swiftly.
"Knife," I repeat, carefully sounding out the word.
She resumes her seat and I go back to explaining my plan. Next I grab a small pile of pebbles. I hold them out in my palm then place them on the table.
"Food," I say in her language pointing to them. She nods her understanding.
Now for the important part.
"Jj-oo-lee," I say while picking up the glass representing her and place it in the box while looking pointedly at her.
Then I take the knife and the stone representing me in one hand I move them away from the box and mime stabbing the food pebbles. "Sverre," I say.
She looks from my hands to my eyes then back again as her mouth forms an O then she starts shaking her head violently side to side. She says a word, points, then says the same word again.
"No?" I make it a question as I try to sound it out.
"No," she says pointing at my representations.
"Food," I say pointing to my mouth then belly again.
She frowns then grabs the glass representing her and takes it out of the box and places it beside my hand that is holding the knife and rock of me. Then she nods her head up and down smiling saying a different word. I listen to the word closely and she repeats it while pointing.
"Yessssss," I say mimicking it.
She nods more and repeats the word.
"Yes!" she says emphatically pointing at the glass then at my hand containing the knife and the rock of me.
Frowning I try to come up with a way to argue. Some way to communicate how dangerous any hunt is. I can't put her at risk. I don't know I can protect her while I'm hunting and not end up with both of us hurt or worse. At last I take the piece of glass and lay it on the table. I lay down the rock representing me and move it close to the herd pebbles with the knife beside it. Then I sweep the pebbles towards her glass covering it over. Pointing I shake my head side to side as I've seen her do.
She shrugs and shakes her head also. She uncovers the glass and smiles as she places it next to the rock. She points to me then to her as if that says it all. I'm losing my carefully planned argument. I try different ways of making the danger clear but the more I work at it the more clear it becomes to me that she doesn't care. She's not going to be left behind. When I put her back in the box she picks the glass up and mimes following after me. That would be worse than anything I can imagine. My territory is filled with hidden dangers I'm sure she's not prepared to deal with. As I come to realize that's fully what she intends to do if I don't take her with me I give in.
Resigning myself to her accompanying me on the hunt I put away the objects then prepare. A pack I use to carry essentials lies next to the table so I grab it then fill it with supplies for a night away from home. After double checking everything is ready I get my lochaber. I check its edge to make sure it's sharp then oil the wooden handle. In my chest I find a couple of blanket rolls which I tie to the pack then I'm ready to go.
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