Keeping With Destiny

by Stephan Knox

  When they returned to their room, Tannin got the cast iron hot stove going strong, its warmth filling the small space well enough Aari wore only the tunic and skirt he had purchased so she could feel like a woman for once in her life. And perhaps to make up for some of the things he’d done that didn’t make her feel wanted.

  Aari sat up on the bed, leaning to her side against the wall, staring at Tannin who sat in the chair across from her. His blue eyes holding an eerie shimmer in the flickering light of the fire.

  The ballad of love making from the couple in the room next to them filtered through the thin walls, dispelling the quiet stillness between them. She rolled her lips in and blushed as she listened to the couple. Tuning in to the heavy breaths of the man, her own breaths deepening from its effects.

  Even while sitting on the bed, she felt the slight waver in her balance, knocking her from her floating arousal, and she blinked over at Tannin who was still watching her quietly. “My head is dizzy,” she spoke openly just to break the silence. The sauce had definitely relaxed her.

  Tannin grinned. “It’s the fermented grain mash. You don’t have a tolerance for it, I take it.”

  She shook her head. “Is it like brew?”

  “Similar. Brew is from hops. Sour mash is considerably stronger. The fermentation takes longer and tends to sneak up on you—” he explained with a slight shrug. “Then again, it depends on who is making it. Some of the men from my tribe will argue they have the strongest brew across the land.”

  His light-hearted chuckle as he reminisced wafted over to her like the softer grumblings of a thunderstorm that promised the first rains. The very sound so soft and relaxed, she thought for sure she could sit with him and listen to it for the rest of her life. Her body felt warm and not just from the fire, but inside and her sym— she shivered. It felt like her sym was rolling over inside, heating, and pulsing with need. “We had brew at the base, but I couldn’t ever afford it, and I certain as drenn didn’t let the guys by me any.”

  “Wise woman,” he exclaimed and then smiled with a deep sigh. Seeing her now, as he always imagined she looked during those brief moments he had with her when she slipped through the air ducts to his cell. “And beautiful.”

  She blushed, a smile fought to win its place on her face. And then he caught the slightest shift in her scent— sweetness swirling with a touch of feminine musk. The very aroma of her body weakened him.

  The moans of pleasure from the other side of the room filled their ears. There was no way to escape them. Even if the couple stopped now, the effects already held Aari’s body prisoner and he saw how her thighs clamped tighter as the quivering spasm jolted across the nerves from her theca. “You know, there are ways to sate your desires and not be in union.”

  Tannin’s suggestion came with a warm smile that was just like that thunderstorm promised to deliver.

  Aari felt the heat rise in her face and she pitched him a scowling expression. Bad enough she was helpless to the arousal, but that Tannin was able to map out every nuance in her body and took great pleasure in discussing it openly with her. She wasn’t a stranger to seeing others have sex around her, but she had never actually held a conversation on the topic, other than try it and I’ll shoot you.

  Aari’s guise didn’t lift just yet. “That’s absurd.”

  “I know ways to please you. I can fulfill the burning hungers without taking you all the way.”

  Again, she shook her head in disbelief, but he heard the increase in her breath and her heart beat quicken. He felt her body’s temperature shift up just a fraction of a degree. He need only offer the smallest of persuasion and she would melt in his arms.

  “And what’s in it for you?” It was more to hint that she wasn’t sure to trust him.

  “Oh— I assure you, I will get a great amount of pleasure from it.” He felt the predatory grin on his face. He stood slowly, walking over to the bed then lowered onto hands and knees, and worked his way up until he was hovering over her. He brought his hand over her thigh, caressing it with a soft warm touch through the fabric of her skirt then lowered, painting her skin with a warm blow of air from his lips.

  Aari’s tension melded with a warm ripple that quivered out in double time when she felt his lips brush her thigh. “Ahhh.” She sucked in a breath and slapped the top of his head with the palm of her hand, stopping him from inching higher.

  Tannin came up, pulling her hand from his head, and returned it to the bed at her side.

  Undaunted, his hand went back to her thighs. He touched her, then gently pushed one leg to open for him with the backs of his fingers then sliding his hand high, he brushed her skirt up over her hips. He caught the delicate underwear he’d purchased from the market when he purchased the skirt and slowly pulled them off her hips, while keeping her eyes locked under his gaze. Her breath and temperature gauged how slow he moved. His fingers dragging along the nerves of her flesh as he removed the under garment from her legs then stole a glance for himself. The sight of her froze him, just staring in awe at her nudity. He never imagined that a Symbiote would look as she did. He moved over her once more and leaned down to take a deep inhale. “By Destiny, you smell good,” his words rasped against the delicate curve of her shoulder. “I want to taste every single inch of your skin, starting at your mouth and working my way down.”

  Her only response was an amiable whimper of consent and agreement. Even knowing it could be dangerous letting him, and the risk if he lost control, he knew she wanted the same thing.

  He let his fingers drop over her mound, glided over the naked skin, smiling when she quivered sharply at the first faint touch.

  He’d never known a woman who was completely void of hair between her legs and he had to wonder if all female Symbiote were this way or if it was strictly a trait of the breeder. Either way, it was one more thing she would have gone through considerable efforts to hide from peeping Toms, just like her blue eye or endanger herself of being found out.

  He traced his fingers down between her legs, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin. Then bringing them back up, he crooked one finger in to part her moist lips open, and his mouth watered to experience the smooth skin under his calloused hands. The tiny, pearl-sized clit at the top swelled, revealing itself by escaping the confines of its protective hood. A glistening sheen coated her parted labia, the creamy dew of her theca shimmering wickedly in the hearth lighting. He delved gently, spreading the lips to reveal her opening. He could not hold back any longer. He needed to taste her. The very essence he had found in her since the first time he encountered her, and he instantly dropped down, bringing his lips against her flesh and dove in.

  The little breeder let out a sudden cry and she kicked back until she hit the corner wall behind her. Tannin, however, just discovered the most potently alluring taste of female nectar he had ever tasted in his life and he wasn’t about to give any of it up so soon. Following her body, he dropped down once again, his hands gripping around her hips, purposely locking her in place as he lowered down to devour her untouched opening.

  Aari was trapped between being mortified and lost in this man and the wicked sensations he shocked her system with. She felt the movement of his flattened tongue as it laved from one end to the other of her sex, then tucking its way into her entry, and sucking both soft skin and moisture from her insides.

  She slapped her hands onto the blankets of their bed and curled in agony as he took his time. Surely, he had already sucked away every drop of moisture her body was capable of making, yet he continued. Even licking along her delicate folds to retrieve any lingering taste of her hidden there. Tannin flexed his tongue up under her little hood, tickling her clit and drew it into his mouth, where he sucked on it until she felt utterly swollen to the point of exploding if he didn’t stop soon.

  Aari rolled her eyes to the back of her head and she fought back squeals, so they could not get past her clutched throat, and alert others of what the
y were doing. But the whimpering and moaning seemed to happen without her conscious participation. She had no idea people made love like this or that they could.

  Rolling waves of pleasure ran through her, making her long for everything else she had denied herself all the more. And she soon found herself writhing backwards against the bed, to stimulate her sym as well.

  A hand slapped down on his shoulder, digging fingernails into his flesh as she let out a painfully pleasured groan.

  “Oh drenn! Is it supposed to feel like that?” she gasped with surprise.

  Tannin for all his effort, tried to keep going, but couldn’t break the laugh that beaded up from how funny that sounded. He glanced up, not entirely giving up her perky button, “Yes, it is.” He gave the swollen bead a puckered kiss then a lick, drawing it back into his mouth as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head once more, and her lips did much of the same into her mouth as she chewed on them. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Yes-sss,” she hissed, but her head popped up just then and looked at him in horror. “No,” the correction jumped from her lips before he had the chance to obey the first command.

  “Which is it, Aari?” He licked over her opening with a broad swipe of his tongue, then tracing circles around the niblet of nerves, making her shiver.

  “I- I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.”

  “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me make you feel good.” And he slowly returned, willingly, to his feast.

  Aari’s head swam from the mixed elixir of both fermented grain and the warm tongue she felt enter her. Shock and intense pleasure slammed her in ways she couldn’t begin to fathom what they were doing to her. The sharp grunt that broke from her lips was just the start of many sounds she would make as her fingers fisted in the long, silky black hair that spilled over her thighs.

  Tannin delivered alternating sensations of licking and sucking with warm streaming breaths against her tender pink skin only to resume his lapping invasion in an act she never even understood could take place. The storm of pleasure was insane. Building in her like a bowstring being coiled around tight. She was certain any more of this and she was going to snap and then what?

  Aari’s head kicked back on her shoulders and she cried out, “Oh fucking drenn! Tannin! I don’t know what to do!”

  She heard him growling, the very sound vibrating against her already sensitive flesh and then it hit like a crash of white waters broken free from the mountain’s ice caps, rushing through her body with such intense energy it frightened her. She cried out again, only this time discernable words didn’t form, just cries of uncontrolled bliss as her entire body shuddered violently in his grip.

  Tannin pushed up, watching her writhe, and curl under him. Watching her release had been almost as enjoyable as tasting it. A pleasure he’d never gotten quite so much out of just giving to a woman. He had always enjoyed it— but not like this. Aari was blowing his senses clearly as much as he was to her.

  He licked over the smooth mound, avoiding her engorged clit momentarily so her body could ease down and she could catch her breath. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop all together. He still needed— wanted more of her.

  He trailed a chain of wet kissing and licking up her belly; suckling and tasting over every curve of soft dewy flesh. Skin she had kept hidden under baggy layers of clothes all this time. How luscious and succulent she was. How soft and naively beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of her; no matter how much he stared, licked, tasted, or smelled of her, he wanted more. When he found her mouth, she easily let him in and he fused into her in a tangle of tongues. His blood coursing through his veins when her own tongue danced around his, matching his wet caress, and sucked over his lips when he stilled long enough for her to take the advantage. Drenn, she was destroying every barrier he had. He needed her inside him just as much as he wanted to be inside her.

  He wrenched himself from their kiss and dropped to his side. His eyes drifting back down her body to her thighs, now glazed with her juices. His fingers traced circles in the shimmering wetness. His touch spiraling up shivers across her flesh that became exposed with chill bumps until he landed upon her wet folds once more. He teased them, watching her shudder and twitch against his body until finally her lifting hips beckoned him to delve deeper. His thumb just barley grazing against the swollen pearl.

  Tannin pressed a finger past her lips towards a world that, until now, had never been touched, finding the barrier of her virginity still in place. Reminding him he could go no farther without breaking his promise. But how when her body pushed down on his teasing finger, pleading for him to venture deeper inside her body? How did he not go where soaked, pillowy walls would hug him instantly?

  Aari let out a low, throaty cry. Her fists curling into the covers, her back arching until she was lifting off the mattress.

  He drew his fingers down the crevice between her drenched lips, his thumb crushing down heavily on the bead of flesh all women had, that ignited far more within her. She made a sound that was half moan, half indignant squeal. Her fingers showed the force of her fear as they dug into his arm as if they could break any attempt to advance inside her body. But her fear wasn’t truly of him pushing farther inside, it was from losing herself in a storm of pleasure she’d been denied all her life until now.

  He stilled his fingers, and at the slightest retreat of her hips, he brushed his fingers down her center and over the barrier, stopping just at the threshold then backed away again. He caressed and stroked everywhere else, working the nerve endings of her body and every sensitive spot back up into a crescendo of hunger that delivered her into delirium.

  Aari’s head tossed and pitched back into the bed, her body writhed, and he made her agony all the more sweeter when he added his thumb to the mix once more, massaging firmly over her hooded clit with tender pressure again.

  Long steady stroking movements over and back, he built her up, leveled her off then up some more. Using the responses of her body, her breath, and body temperature to control her at will. He was enjoying her far more than he had ever done with any other woman and he had his sym to thank for it. Aari’s scent grew in the air around them, releasing her pheromones that now drove him crazy, and made his cock rock hard with lust.

  He could take her now and be done with it. The union made between them and he’d have what he needed. After, he could just drop her off someplace safe. Someplace he could check in on her from time to time.

  He could, and he wanted to, yet at the same time, watching her blushing body curl towards him as her thighs gripped around his hand only to toss back in the opposite direction with a cry, had him completely mesmerized. The tears that streamed down her cheek, as her moaning whimpers turned into unrelenting sobs, were the product of his enjoyment with her body.

  He eased one finger inside her, cheating past the hymen without rupturing it, and reveled in the hot, silky glide that soaked her insides with her first release. Her female scent still seeping into every pore of his senses, making him drunk with desire. A greedy hunger that had to have some form of satisfaction. He first licked across the soft skin at the absence of hair. Like an animal licking meat from the bone. Then moved lower to savor the honey that dripped from her. She was already close to begging for him to take her, this would send her over, and beyond the confines of her convictions. She would beg for him to push inside her— and he would.

  Aari curled up hard, her body trembling with the force of an orgasm that left her blind with pleasure and breathless by his hand. He worked her hard, rubbing her clit with his thumb while keeping up a fast, steady rhythm of teasing friction with his finger. It was good, but her body wanted more. Much more, but she would not dare ask for it.

  He dropped his mouth over that luscious attention starved world of hers, his finger still stealthily playing, his tongue hooked under the hooded flesh over her clit, tugging and sucking it into his mouth then moved to the engorged bundle o
f nerves it sheltered.

  Moments later, Tannin brought her to orgasm a third time. Her body shuddered violently, and her release glazed her thighs before finally surrendering to absence. The room filled with her cries and Tannin’s back felt the sting of fingernails as they raked into him. She shook so violently he was afraid she would be hurt, but when the orgasm ebbed, she slipped into darkness, falling limp, and listless under him.

  Tannin kissed her inner thighs then kissed his way up over her belly and chest, to her throat, where he positioned himself between her legs. She was out cold, unable to stop him. He could do it. He paused over her, telling himself over and over, he was going to. It was his destiny to have her gifts. But no amount of convincing could bring him to move another inch towards it. The battle of intention and guilt sawing over his mind back and forth— take her— I can’t.

  ~~ Do it! Take her and be done with it! — I won’t! I cannot force her! ~~

  Not even Sif got involved with this one. Oddly, the exuberantly over emotional squid was quiet this time.

  Tannin found that to be of considerable concern. Sif knew the union with the breeder was necessary. Yet he refused to take part in the taking nor did Sif try to convince him not to. Tannin was alone in the choice he was faced to make.

  He had to take her. There just wasn’t any choice. He needed her gift in order to fulfill his destiny. The people deserved to be free of the Blood Lords and their armies. He pulled one thigh over, widening her legs and dropped his hips to rub against her. He felt the tender lips, well wetted with her juices, separate for him. She would feel like a glove of hot, wet silk as he slid inside her— their union would be final, and he’d have what he had come for.