Zarik

by Elin Wyn

  “And how exactly can I do that?” I purred, one hand trailing down his chest. Holding his cock once more, I pressed its tip right against my entrance. He was so massive that I wasn’t even sure if he’d fit inside me...but I had to try.

  “I think you know how,” he replied, both his hands on my waist as he pushed his hips off the mattress. I moaned as I felt the tip of his massive cock part my wet pussy lips, and then I cried out with pleasure as, inch by thick, veined inch, he slid his whole length deep inside me. For a split second, I thought he’d tear me in half, but then ecstasy replaced all that nervousness.

  “It feels so...good,” I panted, my brain still trying to process the way his massive cock was buried deep inside me.

  “Make it better,” he growled, his hand still around my neck. “Ride me as hard as you can, Miri. You want it just as badly as I do.”

  “More.”

  Closing my eyes, I did exactly as I was told. I swayed my hips slowly at first, trying to build a rhythm, but I quickly fell into a frenzied pace. I rode him as if my life depended on it, and he thrust upward with all his might, his cock sliding deep into me.

  I wasn’t even sure if I was moaning or screaming...all I knew was that my throat felt raw. And still, I couldn’t stop.

  I kept on riding him until beads of sweat started beading on my forehead and, opening my eyes, I kept them locked on his as we surrendered to each other. In that moment, I felt safe...and, more than that, I felt loved.

  “You’re like silk,” Zarik groaned as I started slowing down. He kept the pace, though, and rolled me to the side, then pinned me against the mattress.

  Holding me with my wrists above my head, he started thrusting wildly, his cock sliding in and out of me relentlessly.

  “You have no idea how much I wanted to take you,” he whispered into my ear, and that...well, that did it for me. “Touch you.” Another shattering pulse as he drove into me. “Taste you.”

  I was only gasping now, helpless. My eyelids drooped, and a tidal wave of pleasure rose on my mind’s horizon. Every single muscle in my body tensed up and, the moment I felt his cock throb violently inside me, I let go.

  My moans blended with the sound of his deep breaths, and we dove deep into an ocean of pure lust. We came at the same time, our bodies tangled in a mess of sore muscles and sweaty skin, the scent of pure lust hanging in the air.

  Finally, lying side by side, his arms wrapped around me, I felt a sliver of happiness inside me. I had walked through the ruins of my own memories, but it had been a worthy journey...and that was because that journey had given me Zarik.

  With that thought burning brightly in my mind, I drifted off to sleep.

  Zarik

  The rays of sunlight crept through the window, illuminating Miri’s sleeping figure beside me. I sat on the edge of the bed, fumbling through the bedside drawer for my datapad. No new messages appeared on its screen or no flashing red light, so I hadn’t been called in to work yet.

  She stirred beside me, her hands reaching for the sheet to cover her bare shoulders. She was a perfect picture of contentment, enveloped within the warm bed, her soft lips slightly parted, and her hair swept across her face.

  Her skin gave off a slight sparkle as the sunlight hit her naked body. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting at me, her hands grasping at the cold and empty bed next to her.

  “Come back to bed, Zarik,” she moaned.

  I looked at the datapad again to recheck if I was needed somewhere else. It didn’t seem like it, so I tossed it back into the drawer and resumed my position next to this morning goddess.

  She gazed at me with her dark brown eyes.

  “Did I wake you?” I asked as I lay on my side to face her.

  She slipped her hands under her head as she looked at me and said, “No, I think I was already half-awake when you got up.”

  I removed a few strands of hair from her gorgeous face and tucked it behind her ear. If I looked really closely, I could make out a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks. As if she could get any prettier.

  “Do you have to go? Are you needed at work?” she asked.

  “No, they can last a few hours without me,” I grinned back in response.

  Miri smiled and snuggled closer to my chest until her head rested where my heart was beating. She pressed her ear against my skin, her one delicate hand settling on my neck and stroking my hair.

  “Your heart is beating very fast,” she remarked.

  “That’s because you’re here,” I said.

  She looked up at me, a slight blush covering her light freckles. I couldn’t make myself look away from the sight of her.

  With just that one look, Miri had made feel better than I’ve felt in years.

  When I looked at her, I can think of nothing and no one else but her beautiful figure staring right back at me.

  Never would I have believed if I were to tell my past self that this human woman, right before me, would change my life forever.

  “Are you alright? You seem quiet,” she asked.

  “I’ve never been better,” I smiled.

  She stroked my cheek, her eyes never leaving mine.

  “You’re amazing, Zarik,” she said. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  “You think too highly of me,” I chuckled.

  “That’s because you deserve it.”

  Miri pulled herself up and leaned closer to my face. She placed her nose right on top of mine with a sweet smile fixed on her face. I thought right then and there that if Miri thought of me that way, then that is the only recognition I would ever need.

  Nothing else will ever matter.

  She continued to drown me with her eyes, looking and feeling more relaxed and content than the first time I saw her. The scent of her body mixed with our sweat from our intimate session last night. I breathed her in and relished every second that I got to spend with her.

  She kept her hand on my cheek, gently stroking me with her fingers and humming a sweet song. My eyes wandered to her right arm and to the deep scar running up her forearm. I traced it with my fingertips, causing her to flinch.

  “I’m sorry. Did it hurt when I touched you?” I asked.

  “Not really,” she answered. “It just brought unpleasant memories, which, ironically enough, I still don’t exactly remember. I just get this negative feeling from it, you know? I try my best to recall everything, but I can’t…”

  “Don’t force yourself, Miri,” I caressed her cheek, “everything will come in time.”

  I leaned down to her and planted a lazy kiss on her mouth. She slipped the tip of her tongue out and gave me a lick on my lower lip before I leaned back. I laughed at her naughtiness and noted her cheeky behavior.

  “You know, we can’t stay in bed forever,” she said.

  “I know, but I would love to,” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. “I’d hate to get called for another assignment right now, when I know you’ll be here waiting for me.”

  Her warm body fused with mine and I could just feel the passionate fire smoldering between us.

  “Does General Rouhr usually give you multiple cases at the same time?” she looked up and asked.

  I nodded and said, “Yeah, oftentimes that’s what happens, but other times, when our plate still isn’t full, we handpick some cases ourselves.”

  “Was that what happened with me?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Were you assigned to my case, or did you take it up on your own?” she clarified.

  I fell silent for a few seconds before I could answer.

  “I took it up on my own,” I finally answered.

  “Why?” she asked further.

  I gulped and felt a ball of stone forming inside my stomach.

  I knew this was bound to happen.

  We’d come too far, done too much, for me to lie to her.

  And not telling her the whole truth was the same as lying.


  “Miri, you have to understand,” I started, “in order to answer that, there’s something you must know.”

  “What is that?” her eyes looked worried now.

  I felt a punch of guilt to the stomach. I hated making her worry.

  “My history isn’t what you would call spotless,” I continued. “Before the Xathi attack, I was assigned a number of independent missions. Mostly protective details.”

  It had been so long ago. But I could still see the blood.

  “The mission was to protect a family. Mother, father, two little girls. The mother was in the diplomatic core.”

  Miri’s fingers laced through mine. I paused to stroke her hand with my thumb while I could still touch her.

  “I got a message and left the family. It was a decoy.” There were no words, not really. I could make all the excuses in the world, about how it seemed like the right move at the time.

  But it all came down to one simple fact.

  “I failed. They were all killed.”

  Her sharp gasp brought me back to the present.

  “With the Xathi invasion imminent, the military wasn’t eager to get rid of any soldiers. But they stripped me of my honors.”

  “But what if it wasn’t your fault?” she demanded.

  “It was,” I said. “They trusted me. I was shunned for years. My shame kept me isolated, even when the rest of the crew might have forgiven the past.” I inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent.

  “When your case came up, I requested it. It was an opportunity to redeem my lost honor.”

  “W-What?” she choked.

  “Miri, please understand,” I tried to comfort her. “That’s how it started, I won’t lie to you. But I swear it was only like that at first. I thought that maybe, if I could solve this case, General Rouhr would give me back –”

  “I don’t think I want to hear this,” she cut me off and rose from the bed.

  “Wait, Miri, please listen!” I sat up after her and started looking for my pants. “You have to understand, I didn’t know you back then, I thought it was going to be –”

  “Oh, so would that have made a difference?” she turned and snapped at me.

  Miri’s face was flaming red, and tears formed at the edge of her eyes as she scrambled about the room looking for her clothes.

  “Miri, please!” I begged. “I was trying to regain my good standing with the general, but then I got to know you and that changed everything! You’re more than I thought you’d be!”

  “What?” she scoffed at me. “You thought I’d be? Oh, so let’s say I didn’t meet your expectations, would I have been another case to you?”

  “Well, no, it’s not like that –”

  “God, I feel so used!” she cried out as she pulled the shirt over her head. “And here I thought you were helping me out of the goodness of your heart, only to find out you were just using me as a stepping stone to get your damn honor back!”

  “Miri, I’m sorry,” I grabbed her arm. “It’s not like that. I like you. I -- I want to be with you.”

  “How can I believe that?” she said, her eyes glaring with accusation. “When you haven’t been honest with me all along? I can’t believe I’ve been this stupid, exposing myself to some guy I barely know when I should’ve been more careful!”

  I closed my mouth, unable to find more words to say.

  She was right – I should’ve been honest and clear with her from the start. But how was I supposed to know I was going to end up falling in love with her?

  “Miri,” I reached out for her again, “please just give me time to explain. Please give me another chance to prove it to you.”

  “Okay, so answer this one question for me,” she said, her hands fixed firmly on her hips. “When were you ever planning on telling me this if I hadn’t asked?”

  “I-I don’t know,” I admitted.

  “So, were you planning on keeping that secret for the rest of your life?” she scoffed. “Wrong answer, Zarik, very wrong.”

  “Please, just give me some time to make it up to you –”

  “You don’t have to,” she stated. “You don’t have to waste your time with me anymore, because this case is done. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give excellent commendations to General Rouhr, I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to pin whatever medal you want on your chest.”

  She spat her last words and walked out the door.

  Miri

  I left him, his room, his smug “I need my honor back” attitude, and his lies. I had shared myself with him, willingly, joyfully, oh god, so pleasurably, but he had lied to me.

  I’d just been a job. A means to an end.

  I wasn’t completely sure where to go. The only place I could think of was back to my apartment. I didn’t want to go there, not with everything that had happened and all the more recent bad memories, but I guess my feet had decided for me. There I was, standing in front of my apartment, trying to figure out if I should go in or not.

  “Hey, Miri,” someone called from across the street in a pleasant voice. I turned to see an older gentleman and it only took a quick second to remember him.

  “Hey, Mr. Horn. How are you?” I answered back with a wave.

  He shrugged as best as he could as he used his cane to hold himself up while he reached down and pulled a small weed from his grass. “I’m doing well. Can’t complain, at least not yet.” I remembered that this was his standard response to everything. He was a good guy, I could trust that much.

  Couldn’t I?

  “Well, if you find something to complain about, let me know,” I shot back with a smile, my go-to response for him. He smiled, waved at me, and turned to go back into his tiny little house.

  I took stock of my neighborhood. I looked up and down the street. Just, houses. On one side of the street were tiny little houses with their own yards, a small porch, and bright colors of paint. On the other side, my side, were bigger houses split in two to be used as duplexes. Not as bright on the coloring, but not bland, either. My place was the only one on the block that wasn’t a duplex, it was a triplex and I had the middle one.

  My neighbor to the right worked the overnight shift doing…something. I couldn’t remember, but it didn’t fill me with dread that I couldn’t remember.

  It was almost as if it was one of those things that I either never knew or never remembered in the first place, like someone’s name when you meet them at a party and know you’re never going to see them again, ever. My neighbor to the left wasn’t even a neighbor, the place was empty.

  The landlord hadn’t rented it out in months, even after the reno had fixed the damage caused by the last tenant trying to use the place as a garage.

  I was hesitating. I didn’t want to go inside. I didn’t want to be here, but where else was I supposed to go? I knew that Auntie had nothing to do with my kidnapping, but I still couldn’t trust that her place was safe.

  Why was it that the only man in my life that I could trust was old man Horn?

  My hand was trembling as it hovered over the lock, key in hand.

  Oh god, I remembered.

  I hurried in, slamming and locking the door behind me, and rushed into the kitchen.

  I remembered.

  I moved to the fridge and reached for it, then stopped just short. Last time—the non-Zarik time—I’d been opening the fridge to get a bite to eat.

  I had been hungry from cleaning. I thought I heard a truck pass by and it was louder than it should have been. I turned and saw that my door was open.

  I wondered why it was open, then suddenly something, no, someone hit me in the side of the head, wrapped their hand over my mouth and another over my eyes.

  I kicked and fought, but another set of hands grabbed me as a rag was put over my nose and mouth, replacing the other hand. I shook my head and caught a small glimpse of a face before everything went dark.

  Oh, my, god. Now I was hyperventilating, I couldn’t breathe.

  Kyle.

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bsp; Kyle had been there.

  He was the one that had knocked me unconscious with whatever was on that rag. That son of a bitch!

  He had opened my door. He had let people into my home. He had been the one to KIDNAP ME! My mind was reeling, completely devastated by it. I thought I had been upset with him before, but to suddenly remember my own kidnapping and to remember that he was the one behind it, it was too much.

  I ran to my bedroom, threw myself on my bed, and cried.

  My cousin had betrayed me, tried to turn me into, into…

  I stopped. What had he been trying to do? What had any of them been trying to do?

  And why hadn’t he been at that damn settlement with the rest of the bastards?

  I jumped as something tapped my window. I saw the shadow of a bird through my curtains as it flew away. My heart, already racing from remembering, was nearly rocketing out of my chest. A loud truck rumbled by and I immediately dove under my bed, afraid that my door was open and that they were back.

  I fought back tears and the panic that was threatening to take over. It was all done. It was all over. I was safe. Zarik had promi---

  Then there was Zarik and his confession that he had jumped in to help me in order to regain his honor or some shit.

  Why in the hell did he have to do that?

  Another knock on my window sent me flying out of my bedroom and rushing into the kitchen. I grabbed the biggest knife I had and wheeled around, looking for my kidnapper. No one was there.

  It was just me and a tree branch.

  I forced a laugh just so I wouldn’t panic again. I had to do something. “I need to replace the locks.” My own voice was a bit startling to hear, but it was comforting, as well. I called a local locksmith, but he was busy on another call at the moment.

  He wouldn’t be here for a few hours.

  A few more hours of just me, in a place where I had been stolen from, in a place where someone might have a spare key to get in.

  Lovely.

  Knife still in hand, I sat down on my tiny little couch and put on some music. If I stayed in the silence, I was going to lose my mind.