by Mira Maxwell
“I need you desperately.” I watch him intently as he lines up his cock and sheaths himself to the hilt inside of me. Crying out and letting my head roll back he starts thrusting aggressively while I search for something to hold onto. He’s holding my hips so I don’t slide away from him, but with the angle that I’m laying there’s nothing to help absorb the pleasure. I want to grip or squeeze something but there’s nothing.
As we start to come together, all I can do is scream. So I cover my mouth with my hands so I don’t attract any unwanted attention from the animals that might be lurking around. He doesn’t stop with one orgasm. He pulls me to him and continues to take me until we’ve both had our fill.
Later, as I rest my head on his shoulder while he holds me in the water, I remind myself to make sure to wash my hair before we head back to the cave. Even though my arms are so tired I don’t think I’ll be able to lift them over my head.
Two days later, Lodyn and Kjallak promise me we’re close to Brums Pinnacle. They also both claim to have seen signs that the other members of my team have been through this way. I don’t see anything that tells me that. Snow is snow is snow as far as I’m concerned. Tracks and paths are so easily covered every time it snows. That’s one of the reasons I doubt the existence of these night creatures. I never see tracks and I haven’t seen them with my own eyes either. Which apparently is a good thing, and I’ll put my trust in Lodyn and Kjallak. The only sign that they are around are the occasional animal sounds I hear in the night.
There’s no denying that by this point in our journey, I’m tired. Lodyn insists on carrying my backpack and though I initially argued, you won’t hear a peep out of me now. My legs are tired from the constant uphill climb that we’ve made over the course of the week. I’ll never understand why Diana does this for fun.
The snow is starting to fall again, as it does multiple times over the course of a day, but the clouds look more ominous.
“It looks like a storm is coming. Should we find shelter or will we make it?” I ask.
“We’re close,” Lodyn say, “It’s just over the next ridge.”
Suddenly Kjallak stops and aims his bow and arrow into the trees on our left. My heart starts pounding, wondering what he’s sensing.
“Relax, brother,” someone says from the cover of the trees. “Lucky for you, I’m friendly.” Another Attalan warrior steps out of the trees.
Kjallak laughs and steps close so they can greet one another. “I’d say it’s lucky for you that I’m friendly, brother. I was on to your scent a mile back.”
“Well then you knew it was one of your brothers, didn’t you?” he asks.
“We knew you were here somewhere close by,” Lodyn says. “Are you here with the rest of the women?”
“Of course,” he says, looking over at me. “This way.”
I immediately fall into step behind him, anxious to see my friends after all of this time. We walk through the trees and I stop. Diana, Mina, and Savannah are all sitting around a fire inside the outpost walls. The movement at the edge of the camp has drawn their attention and they all look over at the same time.
Our eyes meet.
A smile spreads over my face as the three of them jump up and run to me, arms outstretched.
My heart is full.
Mira Maxwell is a midwestern girl whose first act of rebellion was watching Tron from the backseat of the drive-in movie theater when she was supposed to be asleep. There was no turning back after that. The Thing. Terminator. Alien. Aliens. Star Wars. Blade Runner. Star Trek. Captain Kirk was her first crush, and she’s never fully recovered.
Now, she enjoys writing about sexy alien alphas and the Earth women who love them.
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