Heart of the Resonant: Book 1: Pulse (Resonant Series)
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Neepa yanked her hand away as if she touched the stove, then splashed away.
“We can’t,” she said.
My heart sank at the admission. I was on the verge of tears, really, but I wouldn’t force Neepa into doing something like that. Not when she’s been so generous.
“Not here,” she added.
Oh thank God!
Neepa rose from the tub and exposed those magnificent curves. I rose, too, and Neepa didn’t bother trying to be discrete when she stared at my manhood; her eyes lingered for a good five seconds. She reached into the tub and pulled the plug. Then, we hastily dried ourselves the best we could before she led me by the hand out of the bathroom and up the squeaky stairs.
She drew me into the door nearest to the stairs; her room. It was a very modest affair, consisting only of a bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a chair, and a couple of bookshelves. The only decorations being various plants. Some were fresh, like the one sitting on her window sill and at the desk, but a lot were preserved samples laying out in the open or framed on her walls.
Neepa brought me over to her bed and we sat down. She held my hand with both of hers and fidgeted a little as a potent silence settled between us. Her shy and awkward demeanor gave me a sense of déjà vu from homecoming many years ago. New, fresh, scary, and not quite sure what the hell to do.
Though, that was then, this is now.
I took a hold of her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. “We don’t have to do this,” I told her.
“I… I want to,” she admitted, a nervous tremor racking her body. “I-If it’s you, I’ll be fine.”
My heart fluttered dangerously. I planted a soft kiss on her lips as my hand wrapped around her plump hips, drawing her closer. I made out with her for a few minutes before I broke away and began to trail gentle kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, eliciting soft, adorable moans. Carefully, I cupped one of her large and perfectly shaped breasts and savored the weight of it in my palm. Lightly thumbing her nipple before giving her breast a gentle squeeze. Neepa let out a small cry and writhed about in my embrace.
My other hand traveled from her waist and down along her thigh, running the entire length of her leg before working its way back up into her inner thigh. Her entire body shuddered and she pressed her forehead into my chest. I never knew a woman could be this responsive to a light touch. The noises she made were akin to whimpering, sounds that made me yearn with lust.
I pushed her back onto the bed and hovered over her. Her blushing face searched mine, and her breasts bounced as her breaths came hard. Half-lidded eyes looked up at me, pearls forming in the corners. Seeing her so exposed and vulnerable gave me a lot of conflicting feelings; one appealed to the sadist in me, the other made me feel like I was taking advantage of her.
I was waiting to see if an angel and a demon would appear on either shoulder. However, as if sensing my turmoil, Neepa said something that ended my internal battle.
“Please,” she cried, “my body’s burning, please don’t stop, Al.”
With my worries appeased, I leaned down and kissed her hard, and then began planting kisses along her collarbone, then to her full breasts. They were mesmerizing. Big, well rounded, and perky; so appetizing. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and suckled, eliciting a moan from Neepa. I played with her chest for some time, switching nipples to suckle with my mouth while teasing the other with my fingers. Leaving her nipples, I planted a trail of kisses down her chest, trailing all the way across her stomach and past her navel.
At the end of the road was her womanhood; smooth as porcelain and glistening with the dew of desire. The kisses continued as I crossed the boundary.
“Al?” Neepa asked, slightly confused. “What are you––Ah!” She snapped her head back and bundled the covers in her fists, letting out a sharp scream.
All I did was give her small lick, but even that seemed to be too much.
Reworking my plan, I switched from going directly to her pussy and began planning kisses on her inner thigh and lightly brushing my fingers along her outer labia. Slowly, I ran my finger along her slit, causing her hips to buck, but it wasn’t as of a violent reaction as before.
Testing the waters, I slipped in one finger into her hot love cave. Neepa let out a low moan as her insides constricted, almost binding my finger in place.
The muscles in her wet channel eased, then the rest of her body followed. I drew my finger in and out at an easy pace, then planted soft kisses on her swollen bud.
“D-don’t, Al. It’s dirty,” she whimpered.
I glanced up and saw that Neepa had her face buried in her hands, too ashamed to witness my efforts.
“Yeah, it’s really dirty,” I said slyly before I began rolling my tongue against her, working in a second finger. She grabbed my hair and let out stifled moans; it felt as if she was debating whether to push my head away or pull it closer.
And Neepa wasn’t dirty, not even close. She had a very erotic taste; there was a subtle sweetness hidden her in musk. I savored her love nectar as my fingers explored the texture of her sex. Just then, Neepa let out a strained cry and ground her pussy into my mouth, soiling my face with a shower of her arousal.
I sat up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Neepa was sprawled out before me, her eyes unfocused and staring at nothing in particular, body still trembling from the aftershock of her orgasm as she drew in hitched gasps.
I looked down at my cock, swollen and twitching, about ready to burst. I felt harder than a diamond. I was so tempted to grab Neepa’s supple hips and drive my cock home, but with everything I’ve seen thus far, that would’ve been far too much for her. I’d love to, I really would, but I don’t want to hurt her.
“Is that going to go inside me?” Neepa asked. She had her eyes locked on my cock; the look on her face equal parts wonder and fear. I couldn’t believe she could say something that managed to be naively innocent and naughty at the same time.
I sighed heavily. “We can stop for tonight,” I said, looking away.
Inflicting any harm to her was not worth a single second of sexual gratification.
Something brushed along the tip of my dick, causing a shock to run down my spine. Neepa had reached out, her finger trailing on the top of my glans. The touch was so light, yet it brought pleasure so strong that it stung.
“It’s big,” she said with a sultry breath. “B-but, i-if you do it slow, it s-should be fine.” I saw her gulp, and then she spread her legs further and held out her arms, welcoming me into her embrace. “I-if it’s you, I’ll be fine.”
Taking her invitation, I settled in between her creamy hips, leaning over her while I gazed down into her big, honey-brown eyes to admire the depths of her being. She searched my eyes longingly, her lips slightly parted, beckoning me. Wordlessly, I leaned down halfway and hovered just millimeters from her mouth. She met the extra distance to bring our lips together.
As we kissed, I pushed my hips forward, the tip of my cock pressing right up her hot channel. Neepa’s breathing hitched and she moaned into my mouth. Another push, then my head slipped in. Neepa broke our kiss and pulled me into a deep embrace, breathing heavily into my ear. I groaned and trembled in pleasure. Even if it was just the tip, her heat felt so damn good.
Slowly, very slowly, I slid deeper and deeper into Neepa’s depths. Everything was tight, making the initial push a challenge, but she was wetter than a mermaid. The more her honey coated me, the easier it became to slide in.
A flash of pain crossed her face, stilling me. Truthfully, we both needed a second. Neepa to settle; me from popping limit break too soon. Her pussy gripped me firmly and enveloped my member in a warm, comforting hug. We stayed still for a long while. The only thing breaking the silence of the night being our heavy breaths.
I brushed some loose strands of hair off her forehead. “You okay?” I asked, running my fingers through her hair.
She gave me a weak nod. “Please… just move slowly.”
Eventually, her hold weakened, and I drew myself back out, only to push forward again, moving at a sluggish pace. Neepa let out a soft whimper at every push, but eventually, those small, pained whimpers modulated into heated moans.
She dropped her head back into the mattress with her hands draped loosely around my neck, her gaze fixed on me as I made love to her. The pain on her face gone; instead, it was one of pleasure. Taking that as a good sign, I increased the tempo of my hips, which caused Neepa’s moans to climb.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. The way her velvety folds wrapped around my member was heavenly, the flow of her muscles silently begging me to go harder. I doubled my efforts, surprising Neepa as she let out a cry, the shrill tone dropping into a low moan.
Her hips started to work in tandem with mine, our bodies slipping into perfect rhythm. The way her heavy breasts swayed and rippled with my thrusts made me want to do it more.
It had been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’ve never been with someone as alluring as Neepa before, either. We've only been at it for less than ten minutes, but I could feel the pressure building, and it was taking everything to hold back.
“Neepa, I’m close, we need to stop,” I warned as I started to pull out. But Neepa hooked her ankles over each other and drove me back in.
She grabbed my cheeks and pressed her forehead to mine. “It’s okay,” she said huskily, “don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged fervently.
Her walls squeezed around me and she worked her own hips into mine, almost making me pop right then and there. I dropped down to my forearms and kissed Neepa hungrily and pumped away. She cried into my mouth and dug her nails into my traps, but the pain only added to my arousal.
Time slipped away as Neepa become the center of my universe, my idol of eternal pleasure. Her cry broke me from the metaphysical plane my mind crafted, her walls constricting almost painful pressure around my cock. And that was what pushed me over the edge. I erupted deep into Neepa’s pussy and she clung onto me for dear life. After the first kick of my orgasm, her walls spasmed and enveloped me in more wetness, her pussy giving me the best hug of my life. Once the wave of euphoria passed, we collapsed into a leap heap.
I laid my head on Neepa’s chest and gasped for air, her pussy still trembling around my member. Neepa wrapped her arms and legs around me and breathed sultry breaths into my ear.
Neepa was warm; her heart beat, comforting; her embrace, safe and reassuring. The events of that day and the passionate sex with her had drained me of everything I had, both emotionally and physically. I could feel the heat building in the back of my eyes as thoughts of my loved ones, of everyone of my world, resurfaced. I wrapped my arms around Neepa and held her. I didn’t realize how desperately I needed her close because everything within me began to unravel. My eyes clamped shut, but tears still found their way through, just like water finding a hole in the floor.
Neepa gently brushed my hair and cooed, “You were there for me, so I’ll be there for you. It’s going to be okay.”
My composure crumbled and I sobbed.
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I stirred from sleep and peeled open my eyes, staring at the ceiling as grey-blue light of pre-dawn illuminated Neepa’s room. My head still sleep-ridden, it took a while to process the slow, but consistent slap, slap, slap.
I blinked a couple times until my mind caught up with my body and realized that the sound was coming from my left. I glanced over and paled.
Sitting at the bedside was Eva, stone-faced with unblinking eyes, smacking the flat side of a very large knife on the back of her hand. Slap, slap, slap. We stared at each other like that for a good long while.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, trying my best mask the fear. Though she could probably smell it off me.
She ceased her slapping and her emerald eyes bored into my soul.
“Oh, just thinking that it would be better to use this to castrate you,” she said without the slightest hint of humor. “It’s very dull,” she added very matter-of-factly.
Little Al slipped deep into his shell.
Neepa stirred and groaned lightly before she nuzzled her head into my chest, still snoozing soundly. She had her leg swung over my waist and her arm over my chest. The long locks of her dark covering us like a blanket.
Eva took in Neepa, her face softening, almost meditative.
After a few terrifying minutes, she returned her hostile eyes back to me.
Did she enjoy it?” she asked.
“What?”
She narrowed her eyes like I just insulted her. “Did she enjoy it?” she growled slowly.
“U-uh, I-I’d say so,” I stammered.
She let out a disgruntled sigh and slipped her knife into her boot, and then crossed her arms over her chest to continue the staring contest.
“I thought you were going to be gone for three days.” There had to have been a better way of phrasing that; made it seem as though I was planning on her being gone.
“My superior got word of your living arrangements and deemed it better suited to guard and watch over you since this is my home, after all.”
“Oh,” was all I said.
Not once has she blinked. I felt incredibly vulnerable in her wake. She watched me like a jaguar perched in that chair, seemingly waiting for a clear shot to my neck. Thankfully, she got bored of this meager prey and rose from her chair, heading towards the door.
“Sigemond prepared some things for you, they’re downstairs on the table,” she said with her back turned as she quietly turned the knob. Just before she left, Eva did a slow turn, her eyes going past flesh and into my soul. “And you better take responsibility, Al. Least you want to know what it feels like to fuck yourself.”
The door slid shut behind her, her steps traveling down the hall until a door opened and closed.
I held a hand to my chest to keep my heart from punching through my ribcage. The sheer ferocity in her voice and eyes made it feel like I literally avoided getting mauled by a jungle cat. Little Al was happier now that he wasn’t in immediate danger.
Out the window, the sun was just beginning to shoot the first slivers of day. If I had to guess, it must’ve been a little past six in the morning. Though, time may work differently here.
I looked down and stared at Neepa’s slumbering face; her small mouth curled into a content smile. Truly the face of an angle, the dreamy peace of which brought forth a smile to my face. I dropped my head back to the pillow and stared at the ceiling, replaying last night in my head.
Wow.
As happy as I was, my mood was hampered as soon as I realized that I came into Neepa’s room last night naked. Last I checked, the only things to my name were the clothes bequeathed at the garrison. The shirt still bloody, and the pants still soiled by Neepa.
Gingerly, I pulled her arm from my chest, then her leg. I carefully lifted her head and lowered it onto the pillow. Neepa stirred, but nuzzled into the pillow, her sleep undisturbed. I carefully laid a blanket over her and brushed a tress of hair from her face.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way to the door. I paused with my hand around the knob. The entire walk from the bed to the door was surprisingly smooth. Granted, muscles felt stiff and tender, much like after an aggressive bout, but considering the level of abuse, it was amazing.
Fucking magic, I thought, partly amused and confused.
With my hand covering my shame, I peeked into the hallway. Empty. Eva must’ve gone into her room.
I slinked out and quietly shut the door behind me. After a squeaky descent to the main floor, the things Eva mentioned were at the table.
There was a brown-leather satchel and a big, dark-grey sack. I ch
ecked the sack first, notching it was fastened with an iron ring and a long pin attached by its head to the ring itself. I set it on the table and inspected the contents.
Clothes. Nothing fancy, just two identical pairs of black paints and long-sleeved white shirts. I hastily dressed. On closer inspection, the dark-grey sack was actually a cloak. The ring actually being penannular brooch for the cloak.
I went through the satchel next. Inside was a leather belt for my pants, an empty water skin, and a small leather pouch that jangled when I picked it up. Inside was a small handful of silver pieces and one gold. They were rectangular and about as thick as a dime, and each had a small hole in the center. Never handled this much precious metal before.
The last thing was a large hunting knife that weighed a solid pound. I withdrew the blade from the leather sheath and admired it. It must’ve been forged from wrought iron. The distinct, rough pattern on the blade and the heft made iron a good candidate. The handle was made of a wood with a swirling grain, stained to a dark walnut. Protecting my hand from the blade was a perfectly polished brass guard.
I’d have to thank Sigemond personally for such generosity.
I tucked everything back into the satchel and draped my cloak over the back of the chair.
On the floor near my feet, golden light spilled in from the window. The sun finally rose above the peaks of the mountains and washed Neepa’s home and the rest of the landscape in a blanket of light.
I pulled open the front door and walked barefoot on the cool dirt. The chilly air felt good on my hot body; it smelled damp, fresh, and clean. Tall grass buffeted from the sighing wind, which tickled my skin when a lone gale bellowed forth. A smile crossed my face as I stared at the rolling planes, but it faded as the truth came back.
The moment I found out that everyone I knew was dead, it hurt. It tore everything within me asunder, and it continues to do so when I’m reminded that I’ll never see them again.