You love me?
We love you sweet Sydney, with all the life within us, with the spirit of our souls that transcends eternity.
Arjim's answer rendered Sydney speechless. Still she reached for them, pushing aside the years of denial that they existed, years of sexual frustration over wanting only them and no one else, the anger--anger over their uninvited intrusion into her mind. None of that seemed to matter at all anymore.
And what do you intend to do? Sydney asked, her heart beginning to race, her body aching with need. She knew perfectly well what they intended to do, but wanted to answer them properly.
Mate with you, woman. We intend to mate with you.
She wanted them, yes, she had always wanted them. Her mind, her body, her heart had yearned for them from the very first time they'd stepped into her life so, so many years ago--when she was just two--two years of age. She was eating dessert in her highchair and fell asleep with her face in the bowl…
We were just tods ourselves, Tina, four phases old. Arjim told her, catching her thoughts.
I thought you were going to steal my chocolate pudding. Sydney chuckled at the memory. How could she still recall something that was so far in the past?
The first time we touched your mind is as clear to me as if it happened on this dawning. Calem's mouth grazed her cheek as he whispered. Your pudding as you call it was the last thing our appetites were seeking.
Sydney tipped back her head. Her lips parted and she gasped out in breathless desperation to be made love to. He kissed her neck. The soft yet passionate sensation caused shivers of delightful arousal to flicker along her flesh. Pudding is more important to a child than the unknown hungers of lust.
Not lust She'ami. Arjim pressed his palm between her breasts, over the area of her heart. It is the passion for love that all Tertani men seek.
True love knows no age or boundaries, sweet Sydney. Calem whispered in her ear as he nuzzled against her temple. She could feel his warm breath on her flesh. Our devotion to you has been infinite and undying.
She understood. When they were children their love was naïve and undefined yet the yearning had been there from the beginning. It had continued to be there as time went on, always, and nothing had fully erased it from her mind, erased them from her mind.
Knowing you, loving you, Sydney began, her body trembling as they their hands began roaming her body, caressing her skin, touching her lightly all over.
Sh-h-h, Calem soothed. Speak no more, Tina. This eve we make you ours, this eve we mate.
He brushed his lips across the top of her shoulder before continuing a seductive journey to the swell of her breast. Gently he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked it tenderly. She felt both of her nipples go erect and moaned when Arjim drew the other between his lips, his tongue playing in tiny circles on the tip. Shivers of pleasure tingled from her breasts, and she arched, thrusting at their mouths, panting at their hands caresses and the excitement building in her groin, wet and begging for fulfillment. A finger stroked her clit--Arjim. He moved from her breast to kiss her mouth, delving his tongue inside to taste her, urging her to taste him in return. Your beauty shines brighter than the greatest of stars, our woman. Arjim whispered in her ear and then pressed his mouth to hers once again. She accepted the kiss as if it were an obsession, her tongue gliding with his, entwining, mating. The fingers of one hand laced through his hair and she grasped at it, the other hand resting beneath his strong chin, feeling the movements of the muscles in his jaw flexing as his mouth moved over hers.
Calem released her other breast, his lips skimming along her abdomen, her fingers curling to her inner thigh to gently her legs further apart. She readily complied, opening for him, and he too liberty on her tender flesh, his mouth grazing down the inside of her leg, over her skin of her hairless mound and then up the other side. Sydney's hips jerked and he chuckled at her needy response. Quickly, he obliged kissing the folds of her sex as passionately as Arjim kissed her mouth. He inhaled and sighed, his breath hot on her flesh as the wispy sound conveying hunger, and he feasted, licking over the crease of her labia and then separating her untouched lips with the tip of his tongue. He pushed Arjim's finger aside and took possession of her clit licking it softly.
We've have hungered to taste you, sweet Sydney, Calem whispered, and then continued his oral exploration of her, dipping his tongue into her vagina. Her wetness caused him to groan with a quivering lust-filled sigh.
Sydney awakened with a rush of passion and love, the years of longing and heartache melting away. My spirit mates, she murmured when Arjim freed her of the kiss.
By the grace of the divinities we humbly accept the gift of this tripling. Arjim spoke quietly in her ear.
With open faith, Calem added, as he moved to position himself along her length, molding his body around the curves of her backside. We freely give to you Sydney our patience, our loyalty and our understanding.
Always, Arjim added.
What lovely words, Sydney's heart pattered in rampant beats.
She wished dearly that she could see them. They were but mere shadowy forms in the recesses of her of her subliminal vision, and the most she was given, the most she'd ever been bequeathed was the heat of their presence, the sensual sound of their voices and their touch. Always she could feel their touch.
We will lay down our lives to protect you, Sydney.
Thank you…I guess? She chuckled nervously.
And accept all offspring you gift us, with unrelenting joy.
Sydney shuddered at their heartfelt words. She was suddenly nervous. Something important was happening here, but she wasn't quite sure what.
We wait not longer, Arjim told her. Accept us.
Uyo, Sidney answered simply. Yes.
He nuzzled his cheek between her breasts, his hand meandering along her side, smoothing over hip and then between the swells of her vaginal lips, his finger dipping inside. She felt them both shift, Calem turning her to press his chest to hers, Arjim shaping his body around her from behind. Arjim slid his hand to the front of her thigh and then between, while Calem slipped his hand to the back of her knee. He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his hip. Arjim shifted even closer to her. Their rods were stiff and probing, each thrusting forward and then receding at the same time, in unison, the heads gliding along her slit becoming slick, rubbing her clit, now throbbing with unyielding desire. Sydney laced her fingers through Calem's hair and he suckled the flesh of her neck. She turned her head aside and caught Arjim's lips with hers his tongue delving, his cock now pushing at the opening of her vagina. It occurred to Sydney belatedly that Calem too was beginning the press of his erection. Joining Arjim he too sought her wet heat, both stretching her at first gently and then persistently, fitting themselves, sliding deeper and then deeper still, their lusty groans filling her ears, her pussy clamping around them causing her to gasp at the fullness of their penetration.
Oh … no, you won't … you can't.
We can … we will …
And Calem hooked her behind the knee with his arm, lifting her leg further as Arjim slipped his hand to the front to cup her breast, his thumb skimming her nipple. Oh stars they fit! Sydney screamed, but not from pain. Her body quaked, her heart pounded an erratic beat and she panted shortened breaths as her hips began a grinding rotation on their erections now seated deep inside.
I never knew a wet dream could feel so good! Sydney crooned. They joined her in the sensual rhythm, their cocks shifting within her and growing even harder.
Ka, so tight, Calem gripped her buttocks and pulled her partially on top of him. But not a dream, She'mana.
Her legs spread around his hips, the position increasing the pressure to her clit, giving Sydney perfect alignment to feed her wanton yearning. Arjim rose over her from behind. Still embedded with his brethren, he propped over them both holding his own weight on extended arms. His pelvis beginning a gentle grinding that filled them all with heightening ecstasy. His balls, s
wollen and full, mashed with Calem's, pushed at her labia, and Sydney cocked her hips and rode them faster, squeezing her vaginal muscles around their erections, her body going stiff, her breath in heavy pants as she took them further and further in, nearing her climax.
Take us our lovely, She'mana. You feed our pleasure.
Arjim moaned. Calem moaned. Waves of ecstasy poured over her, and Sydney gasped out her cries releasing her orgasmic juices, her mind, her flesh her insides quaking and finally, finally bursting, an eruption of pure, exquisite bliss that matched the exquisite, orgasmic release that was now seizing Arjim and Calem.
A daze washed over Sydney. She listened to her own heavy breathing and the pounding of her own heart beating, a sense of desperation to cling to them as she felt them begin to slip away. No, don't leave me.
Never, She'mana, she heard Calem's promise in her head. The essence of their presence faded, and as always she reached out for them her soul begging them to stay.
Idle words Calem! Sydney cried her silent claim. You are both retreating again!
Come to us.
How…where?
Come to us.
Yes, her soul gave her no choice. They were firmly entwined. Calem and Arjim were as much a part of her as she was a part of her own self--undividable. They dwelled in every nuance of her being, every waking thought, every dream. And if…if this was merely a dream, she wanted to sleep forever. If they were real then yes, she would search for them until the end of time.
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Chapter Fourteen
Sydney's eyes popped open and she was pissed! They'd done it again. No cuddling, no warm conversation, no after-play whatsoever, nothing but wham, bam thank you ma'am and off they went.
Assessing where her hands were, she sighed with relief when she discovered they were not down her panties this time. Turning her head first to one side and then the other she realized it wouldn't have mattered. It was still night, and she'd been sleeping in a dark recess away from the bonfire where the other women were dancing.
Figures.
She propped up onto her elbows and yawned, and then mumbled sardonically. "Apparently I only masturbate when people are awake and watching."
But something down below just didn't feel…how did it feel? Her pussy and in particular her vagina was still in spasm from the after effects of fullness and penetration and sudden withdrawal that left her abandoned and craving to be filled again. Arjim and Calem lay clear in her mind, and if their making love to her hadn't really happened, then her mind had a starship's load of an imagination because when it came to the actual sensations of sexual intercourse, it was like the blind leading the blind. Yet there it was a keen awareness of what a penetrating cock…two penetrating cocks, erect and thrusting felt like.
Refocusing her attention on her surroundings, Sydney watched as a shadowy figure approached. It was Gardenia. She wore a cloth around her waist that was tied at her hip in a knot. On top she was nude except for the strap that sheathed her wooden weapon, much more crudely fashioned than those worn by Calem and Arjim. Sydney glanced down at herself. She still had her tank top on, and her skivvies, and the short sarong that Gardenia had kindly supplied her with. Her feet at the moment were bare, and although the women here were barefoot most of the time, the soles of Sydney's feet being unconditioned were becoming raw from traveling around without shoes. Thankfully Gardenia had given her a pair of ankle boots fashioned from what appeared to be a hide. Searching the ground around her Sydney found the footwear and slipped them on. They laced up at the side and provided a fair amount of cushion to her sore feet.
"Tjani an gry?" Gardenia held out a small, bright orange bread ball.
Sydney smiled accepting the food from her. "Thank you."
It had the consistency of a sponge. She took a bite surprised to discover it had a mildly tart flavor, but tasted good. Gardenia sat next to her and they both watched the other woman as they danced. The bonfire was large, at least five feet high. The crystal blue flames didn't swirl, but bubbled upward and floated shrinking and thinning as they rose, before either bursting with a popping sound or merely fading into the air. Around the bright flames, the woman chanted while moving their feet in rhythmic steps that reminded Sydney of line dancing, except they were performing it in a circle around the fire just like one would imagine a backward tribe would be doing. Some of the woman held their weapons shaking and turn them in synchronous patterns. Others held blue-flamed torches. One woman standing about fifteen feet in front of Sydney, held a stick that rattled. The rattle was…it was…
Could it be? Sydney blinked several times, in disbelief. Her eyes caught sight of something very familiar. No way! She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sydney handed the bread to Gardenia and stood.
"Iscka asa fej hasu?" Gardenia asked her something but Sydney ignored her.
Instead she moved closer to the woman with the staff to get a better look and make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. It was made of wood, she assumed. Pointed directly upward Sydney saw that it was carved with an intricately woven pattern. Though an unnatural color, it was similar to the brick red bark on the trunks of the trees that grew everywhere. At the top, the staff split into two smaller branches. The small woman who held the stick was shaking it, and Sydney really wanted to laugh. Tied between the two offshoots was something very, very familiar to her. Something she absolutely had to get her hands on. Sydney stepped even closer, and she could clearly hear the rattling of the pills inside and could only assume it was what attracted the new owner. Well thank goodness for secure medicine bottle caps! She hoped the meds weren't getting pulverized by the shaking motion. Even more disconcerting than that however, was trying to figure out how the hell she was going to get it back! Maybe she should march right up to the woman and just take it. After all, it did belong to her first, and Sydney wasn't about to subscribe to finders-keepers.
A split of a second later, Sydney was shifting thoughts. The roar of male voices boomed from somewhere outside the tribe, the rant so loud and so intimidating it sent the female tribe to running amok in an attempt to escape the oncoming attackers. The event was timely because the woman who was holding the staff attempted to make her escape by passing where Sydney stood. Instead when she turned, she ran smack into Sydney. Caught by surprise, the woman, who was a head shorter than Sydney, fell backward on the ground, her shock at the unexpected jolt revealed by wide eyes as she stared up at her. Sydney however, was only mildly thrown off balance, her attention fixed on the staff, which lay on the ground nearby.
"Gotcha!" Sydney exclaimed as she reached quickly to snatch her prize while the native scampered away.
"T'chsna!" A large hand encircled her elbow before she could grab the bottle. Gotcha!
At the same time fighting around them erupted. Female versus male, the war cries rang out and the clanking of wooden weapons shattered the once festive atmosphere. Sydney turned to see who had snatched her. By the light of the fire his face glowed blue. His expression seemed to hold more amusement than it did fierceness. Oh happy snap, just as the other males, this one was naked too. Whatever it was that he found humorous was short-lived. There was a thud, his grip loosened and down he went, leaving Sydney staring at a very ferocious looking Gardenia, her hair a messy mop, her skin sweaty, her chest rising and falling as if she'd just been engaged in exertive activity--likely she'd just fought her way to rescue Sydney--again.
Opening her mouth, Sydney meant to thank her, but above the noisy ruckus a whirring sound came out of nowhere. Sydney spun. Through the darkness, through the forest trees she saw an oval ring of white light moving rapidly toward her. It skidded sideways--air-skidded sideways--and came to an abrupt halt just three feet in front of her.
"Get on!" A woman shouted from her…floating motorcycle?
Sydney hesitated. Who the hell was this? The sound of clashing weapons, shouting women, men growling, the sense of them getting closer had Sydney scanning the area to find Gardenia fighting t
wo naked males. The other women were scattering.
"NOW!" Screamed the women.
Crazy woman on floating motorcycle or naked men with sharp weapons and wagging dicks?
Crazy woman it is.
Sydney scrambled onto the cycle and gripped the seat.
"Hang on!" the woman shouted and Sydney's grip tightened.
They sped off, the cycle accelerating so quickly that she nearly toppled to the ground. She realized belatedly that she'd left her meds behind.
"Where in god's name are we going?" Sydney yelled.
"I have no frickin' idea," the woman turning her head slightly to the right shouted back at her.
"Glad you have a plan," God I hope I'm not about to be turned over to some mad scientists intending on experimenting on me Roswell style.
"I'm Alea," she shouted over her shoulder again.
"Whoa!" Sydney yelled as the cycle tipped sideways and the woman--Alea dodged a tree. "Just watch out!"
She maneuvered like a rookie star pilot with a blindfold on! Even more frighteningly, she was doing it in the dark with only an intense single headlight brightening their way. The craft rocketed forward dipping and tipping and curving around bushes and tree trunks, hurdling over rocks and through crevices that crammed the mountain forest all around them.
Sheesh! Sydney wished she had a helmet on right about now…and a crash pad wrapping around her body, and bubble wrap. Yikes! Maybe a parachute? "Maybe I should drive!"
Alea chuckled. "I'm not driving."
"What?" Had Sydney heard her correctly?
"I'm not driving!" Alea repeated more loudly. "It's on programmed piloting, complete with obstruction avoidance encoding!"
"Is there an ejection seat, because I'm about to check out!" It was then that Sydney realized the woman had been speaking to her in English and that gave her pause. Had she learned it from Arjim and Calem? It was something she would ask Alea about later. For now her main concern was keeping her food in her stomach and her hide intact through this runaway train of a ride…without the tracks.
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