Page 49 of Calico Descending

“Angry? Yes. Rejected you? No. I’m not strong enough to deny you. I wanted you. From the day you stood shivering in my cell, frightened as a small kitten, and I first heard my name on your lips.”

“The same day you held me by my throat.”

“You should know I’m not proud of the way I behaved toward you.”

“I thought you hated me. I was certain of it.”

“I didn’t hate you. I was afraid of you. Afraid of how easily I’d have claimed you for myself.” He pauses for a moment, as if the gravity of what we’ve done has suddenly begun to weigh on him. “How easily they could control me if you were mine.” He strokes his hand over my head, tucking my face into his chest as he kisses my forehead. “The day I was forced to watch them whip you ... “ I feel his muscles tense against me, feel his bicep grow against my cheek, his body trembling with the tautness. “It was the hardest day I’ve had in this place. I’ve seen and heard horrible things, but nothing haunted me like the sound of your screams that night, as I lay here in bed. I wanted to tear every person in that room to shreds. I had visions of flaying the skin from bone of the guard who carried out the punishment.”

There’s a sense of satisfaction in his words that I don’t say aloud. Had he wanted to, I’m confident he could’ve done those things. “I’m glad you didn’t. They would’ve hurt you worse. Or killed you for it. Either way, I can’t bear to imagine the consequences of that.”

“I’ll never allow another to hurt you that way again. No matter the cost.”

“Then, I pray they don’t.”

Chapter 24

There is very little light in this place. No reprieve from the darkness, but I’ve come to appreciate this, as I lay beside Valdys, naked and warm. With my leg draped over his body, and the scent of sex on the air, I’m content for the first time in my life.

The metallic smell of his skin is one I can’t possibly imagine growing bored of, as it taunts the back of my jaw for a taste. His chest rises and falls, while he sleeps beside me, like a warrior resting after war. In what little light there is, I trail my gaze over the scars that cover his massive body, desperately trying not to imagine what could’ve put them there, though some tell obvious stories.

The circular patch at his ribcage, which looks as if it’s healed itself in shiny new skin, was branded by something torched by flames. The long stripes across the ridges in his muscled stomach bear the same marks of the whip that now scar my back. Three stripes at his flank hold a striking resemblance to the claws of the creature that tried to attack me back in the observatory room. All the evidence of his pain and suffering etched permanently into his flesh.

I lean forward to kiss the one closest to me, careful not to wake him, but he startles. Fingers clamp around my jaw, the pressure warning me that in a single snap, he could break the bones in my face. Instead, he blinks, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Shhh.” I run my fingertips over his tense arm that’s still attached to my face, and his muscles turn lax. “It’s only me, Valdys.”

On a long exhale, he falls back against his pillow, releasing me.

I kiss his arm and chest, offering a constant stream of contact, so he doesn’t make the mistake of inadvertently snapping my neck, and I feel his palm run over my head, letting me know he’s not entirely asleep.

The salt of his skin hits my tastebuds like the single missing ingredient of a perfect meal, when I drag my tongue over the scars on his unnaturally bulging pecs, which flinch against me. The metallic flavor lingers on my lips, and I lick it away with the urge to fill my mouth with that taste. Gaze roving his body, I take in the long flaccid shape of his curved cock, imagine it inside my mouth. How delicious the taste, to suck it from his skin. To wrap my lips over its thickness. I’ve never done this to another male, but I’ve heard the other girls talk about their experiences with the guards, and listened to Roz describe Kenny’s cock in more detail than I care to know. How putting the lips there and sucking his manhood could bring forth the same fluids he put inside me the night before.

She claims it’s the greatest gift a girl can give, and after the way he relieved me, it’s what I want to give in return.

With slow and cautious exertion, I crawl down his body, careful not to disturb him, though he watches me through sleepy eyes, the corner of his lips lifting with a smile. Only a slight shift disrupts his otherwise peaceful form, and seconds later, I hear him breathing hard through his nose, only just on the cusp of a snore.

I slide farther down his legs, until my chin is at his groin, and I stare down at the length of his resting cock. There isn’t a chance that it’ll all fit in my mouth, but I’m desperate to try, just the same.

I lower myself to breathe in that scent, still seasoned with the aroma of sex, and drag my tongue along the surface. The muscles in his stomach flex, and his hips shift beneath me. He lets out a forced breath, but his eyes still remain closed, brows pinched together in a pained expression. It tells me of the depth of his sleep, because I’m certain these ministrations would’ve had him snapping awake, just as before.

I have to believe a killer, like Valdys, never truly sleeps, but he hasn’t stopped me.

By the time my tongue hits the tip, his shaft is hard as a rock, the veins sticking out, pulsing with blood. Fluid draws my attention to the small slit, and curiosity compels me to lap it up with my tongue. More of that salty flavor puckers my tastebuds, and I slide my mouth over the top, reveling in the delicious taste of his flesh.

A quiet moan of appreciation escapes him, and he lifts his head, staring down his body at me. “Cali … what’re doin’?” The slur of exhaustion clings to his ragged voice.

Shaft in hand, I lift my face from his cock, my tongue already craving the salty flavor. “Shhhh. Lay back down, Valdys,” I command, just like before.

Without argument, he does as he’s told, and I take him in my mouth again, pushing myself down over his shaft. My lips only reach the halfway point, when his tip hits the back of my throat, tripping my gag reflex.

Too far. Way too far.

I pull back, sliding my mouth back up the ridges of his flesh to the tip, and careful to avoid my teeth, I suck at his flesh as if searching for water in a stem.

His hips thrust forward, and his hands grip the sheets at either side of his body. Head shooting off the pillow, he stares down at me, eyes more awake than before. “Cali, please.”

“I want to taste you, Valdys. Lie back down.”

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