Closing my eyes and steeling myself against the sensation, I let her ride it out above me. The moment she slowed, I rolled her over, hovering over her body, my tip nuzzling her dripping wet folds. The silver light of the moon filtering in through the cave entrance, finding its way to the top half of her face. It perfectly lit her glassy, lust-filled eyes. I couldn’t believe she wanted me, except I knew it with every fiber of my being.
My back arched and my balls drew up into my body, wanting nothing more than to penetrate.
“Calan,” she moaned, the friction reigniting her desire all over again. Ever so slowly, I began to push into her until the head was swallowed by her tight sex.
“Calan.” She said my name sharply this time, and it felt like a cold bucket of fear had been thrown over my body. When I opened my eyes, her eyes were screwed up as if she was in pain. I’d heard that it was painful the first time for a woman, and instantly stilled, my body afraid of hurting her. Then a fraction of my senses returned to me and I saw what gave her pause.
Her face was no longer bathed in the silvery light of the moon. Instead, it was illuminated in a sickly green hue. Trying to make sense of it, I looked up and saw the slugs had not altered from their blue glow. Then I looked through the cave opening which was angled perfectly to give us view of the moon.
Emma’s words were so faint, I almost didn’t hear them. “When the night sky becomes ill…”
The moon had taken on a bizarre, unnaturally sick shade of green.
I didn’t want to believe it. It was hard to concentrate, partially immersed in her, and though I mourned it, I didn’t fight Emma when she pushed me back and out of the heaven I sought.
Before I could speak, she licked her hand and reached down grasping me in her hand, pumping me with vigor. I tried to protest, but the sensations overwhelmed me. She needn’t have lubricated her hand, because the sweet nectar of her sex had already freely flowed on my length making it slippery for each tight pump that brought me closer to my own orgasm.
“Emma,” I pleaded, wanting her to stop, desperate to be inside her, but at the same time unable to stop the building crest of my own orgasm. She wouldn’t stop, building the rhythm to an almost frantic pace.
She leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Come for me, Calan.” With that she dropped down and swallowed as much of me as she could and sucked.
Her words coupled with her mouth hit me like a shot. All the tension I’d been holding in exploded and my back lifted off the ground, arching almost to my breaking point as I came. The hot seed shot out from me so hard and fast, my vision blurred and I couldn’t breathe.
When awareness returned to me, I felt Emma dropping kisses on my neck and chest. She murmured over and over in between kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
I wrapped her in my arms tightly, my voice hoarse from the exertion. “It’s not true. It’s not true, Emma. They are liars. None of it is true.”
She nodded against my chest and said, “Shh. Everything is okay now.”
Between her soothing words and the force of my orgasm stealing my last bit of energy, my thoughts slowed. I couldn’t tell if my chest was wet from our sweat or from her tears as she buried her head against me. I was about to ask her but it was then my mind drifted away to deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Ireached over to pull Emma closer to my body, she was too far away. Even in sleep, I felt cold and empty without her, as if the world was terribly wrong or sick. Her presence could fix it.
My arm landed on the rapidly warming soil of the cave. Blinking my eyes that had crusted together in sleep, I tried to find Emma. Knowing the cave was relatively small, she couldn’t be far. She’d know it was too dangerous to venture outside of it without me. Pushing up from my side, I looked around. Sunlight streamed in through the cave’s entrance, and the blue tint of the slugs was barely visible now, as if they’d dissolved into the rock itself.
Perhaps she had stepped out to quickly relieve herself. I wanted to peek outside, but figured I’d give her a minute of privacy to finish. I stretched and slowly stood, shaking sleep off of my sore and bruised body. Once again, I was forced to hunch over.
That’s when I felt it. It pounded through me like a fresh raw wound. Guilt. It washed over me in continuous, near-overlapping waves.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Had I gone mad in the night, and never been with Emma at all? It felt as if my heart and mind were being dragged along by some greater force.
Coming to my senses, I realized the strong feelings pounding through me were not my own. They were Emma’s.
My heart stopped in my chest, constricting with sheer panic.
She wouldn’t have. There was no possibility she would do such a thing.
I hurried outside into the throb of morning heat, looking around our cave for signs of her. There was none. Irrationally I searched up past the trees for the cause of this madness, but the green-moon had disappeared from the day-lit sky.
“Emma,” I called out though it was unwise to attract the attention of the jungle. The creatures, dark and dangerous secrets created by the Luxis, would be ready to swallow me up in an instant. Yet I couldn’t keep silent. “Emma, come back. It’s okay. You don’t have to go. We’ll figure this out together.” My feet smashed through the foliage as I searched a wider and wider radius hoping against hope I was wrong.
The guilt pulsating through me like blood in my veins began to lessen. She was moving further and further away from me. I had to find her,now.
When I found her footsteps, my body completely numbed. It was as I had feared. They led back in the direction of the Temple of Lux. I ran back to grab my sword and threw on my pants, leaving my tattered shirt behind.
