“And if you find that... place?” she asked.
His voice was directly behind her, caressing her ear. “Then I’ll have a little hope.”
Her skin prickled and she rubbed her palms over her bare thighs. “I won’t show you,” she whispered hoarsely, refusing to turn around and face him.
“Don’t you feel the connection?” His finger caught a lank of her hair and tugged it lightly, his nearness burning her from the inside out. “This is obvious.”
You make it sound so simple.
You... you have no idea. Nothing about me is simple. I’m used up, chewed up, spit on and spat out. I’ve been shot at, stomped on, cut, beaten, and urinated on.She wanted to cry but didn’t. She wanted to stop the thoughts but couldn’t.They broke me apart... until I was as horrible as they were.
There were two types of evil men in the world: those who were born evil, their horror embedded in their very soulless cells, and those who were made evil. She had been by the heads of both.
“Please,” she said it so softly she barely heard herself. “Please don’t.”
Her hair was let go, and with it, her breath. Yahiro heard the flutter of Quist’s wings flap behind her as she bowed into herself. The pressure lifted and he moved away. Without turning to face him, she unzipped her shirt and let it drop, watching it flow a few feet away and catch on a rock.
Her underwear went next and then she lowered her entire body beneath the shallow water, forgetting the world around her, luxuriating in the clean, fresh feeling of water over her unclean skin.
She felt him watching her. Felt his eyes on her bare skin and pert breasts with nipples that had grown taut under the cool water but she refused to acknowledge it. He continued to watch her as she rubbed the dirt from her skin and moaned in pleasure. She made sure her legs remained closed.
The lullaby of soft rain was the only noise between them for minutes, hours, days—who knew? Yahiro let her body rise to the top and allowed herself to drift with only one hand pressed down to the silted dirt to hold her in place.
Throughout, she scrubbed her hair over and over again, enjoying the feel of it over her neck and shoulders. Sonhadra was a distant memory.
The only thing that covered her was Quist’s eyes—his eyes, and her contentment. She held onto it for as long as she could.
It wasn’t until her stomach growled anew that she realized her second night was upon the horizon when she slipped out of the water to lay upon the ground beside him.
Her eyes were closed as soft feathers ran across her water-wrinkled skin. He dried her off, every curve and hidden spot of her explored and warmed. It was erotic and too forward, but the exhausted bliss she kept succumbing to made her not care at all.
The barest touch of the outer edges of his furthest away feathers caressed her. Her skin rose in gooseflesh and she arched off the ground with a shiver with each swipe. He continued to brush them over her body long after she was dry and long after the rain had trickled a slow-burn stop off the leaves above.
She curled up and shifted closer to him and he covered her with one of his wings. The other one continued to touch whatever parts of her remained uncovered.
It didn’t matter. There was no one left in her world now but him, and coming to that realization seemed to lift a weight off of her shoulders.
Yahiro opened her eyes and looked up at the alien who tickled the curves of her areolas and softly scraped the stems of his feathers along the curvature of her butt. She kept her thighs firmly together, even with each new swipe over her peaked nipples or curious silken probing at her bare pelvis whispering lower. His eyes glowed with intent. Her pulse thrummed as her pussy contracted and she broke apart in squeamish embarrassment as the tip of one feather brushed over her swollen clit.
Her legs quivered and she struggled to keep them together as her body gave in to his exploration.
“I want to know if we’re compatible,” he whispered next to her ear, his breath warm against her lobe. She desperately wanted to know too. “Let me look at you, human Yahiro.”
She squeezed her eyelids tight as his hands joined his feathers on her skin. They were warm and large, soft but probing. She told herself if she kept from looking at him, then none of this was real, even though the knot in her belly screamed at her that it was.
“You have been looking at me,” she rushed out to say as his palms smoothed over her breasts and down her sides, stopping on her upper thighs to cup them. He moved to straddle above her, taking his feathers away, and replacing them with the heat of his body. “I haven’t left your sight.”
“No... and you never will, Yahiro of Quist.”
“Don’t say that,” she whimpered, holding still while trying to adjust to what was happening. She liked the sound of being his but she wasn’t and could never be... because she already belonged to someone else. She shot down the memories that rose like acid in her throat. Yahiro pressed her palms to her face and stole back the moment.
His hands moved inward until his thumbs brushed over the slight folds of skin on either side of her clit, slowly spreading them back until her bud was revealed. Her breathing grew ragged as his fingers caressed the area around it, driving her closer to madness.
“You jump when I touch this,” his thumb pressed her bud, making her jerk beneath him. “Why?”
“It feels good,” she gasped. He did it again but this time in light circular motions. The tempo increased and the spot between her breasts slickened with sweat. He didn’t stop. Instead, he explored and kneaded, pinching and flicking her clit over and over as she writhed under him.
Quist let go and took hold of her hands and pulled them from her face. She was teetering toward climax and borderline murderous when his playful attentions stopped. Her eyelids shot open as he dragged her hands down and placed them on his erected bulge.
