It didn’t hurt that her dream pussy was a fucking waterfall of arousal either — though that seemed to be just as true in reality.She clearly loves acting on her wild sexual urges, and I intend to encourage her to continue.
I come to crouch in front of her andboopher cute little button nose with the tip of my finger.
Doe-dee giggles and swats at my hand. “Wha dar yoo do-in herr?” she asks, and I frown as I try to decipher her foreign words. It was much easier to express ourselves in the dream-state, where we could somehow project our words into each other’s understanding, like a direct translation or the creation of a whole new language only the two of us could speak or hear.
I try to read her energy, to search for more context.
She rolls her eyes, points at me, and then points at the cave floor before looking at me will her eyes full of questions.
I give her a sideways look and flash a bunch of dreamscape memories at her. I gesture to the basket of goodies I brought her, and then gesture at the cave entrance before I deliver a barrage of mental pictures that basically translate to: I sent my troops on their next mission — in her very neck of the woods — which is when I got insanely paranoid about her safety, because Doe-dee, my love, you have no fucking door, and anyone could just sneak in here to fuck you while you sleep. I pause to gesture at myself as the perfect exhibit of such a someone — which makes her giggle.
She waves a dismissive hand at me and points at the machete I’d found under her sleeping furs when I picked them up to toss them in the stream. I roll my eyes and make no comment about her penchant for strange bedfellows when it largely works in my favor, but her pathetic defenses leave me underwhelmed, and I cannot function safely as High Commander of my forces when my mind is constantly filled with concern for her safety. Which is why I’ve devised a plan to keep her safe while I hurriedly finish up this annoying war. Now that I’ve found my forever companion, my orders have become a hindrance, so I’m highlymotivated to fulfill my military duties by the end of the week. If not sooner. I’m more anxious than ever to start my forever with Doe-dee. She a sweet, funny, and wild little creature, and I foresee her bringing me endless joy if I can maintain her impeccable standards.
Doe-dee gives me strange look, and I sense her suspicion. Can she tell I’m hiding this plan from her? I know she won’t like it, but it’s in our best interest, so it must be done.
She asks me something, and I just know she’s seeking clarity about what I’m up to.
I feign misunderstanding and simply set the goodie basket in front of her, kiss the top of her head, and head for the exit.
She calls after me, her tone warning as she gets to her feet and follows me. “Hordan.”
Already dragging myself under the rock to get out, I tell her how much I love her, and blast her with the emotion so forcefully it stops her in her tracks.
“Hordan?” she whispers, sounding almost scared.
I shove a huge boulder over her entrance. “Don’t be angry, Pet. It’s for your own safety. I’ll be back just as soon as I’ve dealt with this last threat, and then I will only ever make you happy for the rest of you days.”
I do my best to explain myself in projected visuals, but her obvious fury has left her rather unreceptive. I keep trying, but to no avail, and I hurry back to headquarters to rush through my remaining tasks, so I can return to her as soon as possible to make amends.
I find myself at every point of the day, wishing she would take a nap so I could enter her dreamscape and explain myself to her properly.
10
DODIE
Betrayed.
Again.
Betrayed and abandoned.
I scream and kick over his lousy gift basket, and then fall to my knees in instant remorse as I rush to gather the berries that may be my only food source for goodness knows how long. I gather the scattered colored fruit and blow the dust from their skins. The red ones are so juicy they’re now caked in a thin layer of mud that I’ll have to imagine is chocolate when I’m forced to eat them as my last resort before starving to death.
I scream in anguish again and try to transmute my rage into brute strength to move the huge boulder Hordan blocked me in with. It doesn’t budge, and I curse him at the top of my mental range so he’ll feel it no matter where in the world he is.
I stagger back against the wall when he responds immediately with an image of himself down at a nearby bend in the river. His hands are bloody, and I can feel the ire pulsing in his veins as clearly as I can feel my own. He shows me the bodies at his feet and then shows me how close they were to my home — shows one finding a strand of my hair and climbing the cliff to seek me out. He shows me thumping his chest like a gorilla ashe roars, and then shows me how he’d push ten more boulders in front of my cave it meant he could keep me safe from this war.
I want to argue that I’ve kept myself alive for this long, but after seeing how close the enemy was and feeling the intensity of his desire to keep me out of harm’s way while he dutifully fulfills his sworn role as my protector…
My anger abates as I consider his actions from his perspective, because there’s no denying that he loves me. I feel it in his every look, tone, and behavior. Energy doesn’t lie. And while I’m frustrated with the lack of choice he gave me in the matter, I know I would have fought him if he’d suggested restricting my activities. I would have seen it as an attack on my freedom, but this way? I’ve been forced to reflect from a different angle. One I wouldn’t have considered, had he not understood me well enough to predict my outraged reaction and accept the relationship-destroying risks that came with it to keep me safe.
“Smart fucking monster,” I mutter under my breath and then sigh.
I close my eyes and flood the area as best I can with an apologetic energy, a wave of love, and a wish for him to be safe and return soon.
The moment he receives the message, I feel it in my body. The tension leaves my shoulders, and it’s as if I have love flowing through my veins. Love and something else. Pride? He’s proud of me?
My eyes fill with tears, and I feel his energy surround me like a warm embrace.
