Page 11 of Orange Sky
“Zirc,” I whispered. He looks beautiful, if a man can be called that. His long silver black hair is brushing along the tips of my breasts. The hair tie that bounds his hair is gone and I suspect I might be responsible for that.
“Zirc”, I gasped when he continued to pound me. Then after two deep thrusts, he came hard inside of me. I could feel him trembling. There is much to be said about a man in throes of his passion. His neck muscles, shoulders, his whole body is taut like a string of an arrow ready to be shot.
I can feel the flow of his come inside that is almost never ending. I had little orgasms, his come felt too hot even. Towards the end, he lowered himself, bending his arms but not totally crushing me. He was breathing hard, panting near my ear. I reveled in touching his furry back, trying to coax his muscles to relax for his body is trembling by the force of his orgasm.
After a short while, he pushed himself up but not dislodging himself. He looked at me. I stopped petting him. Gone is the heat from his eyes. He had his stone face on. Once again he’s trying to read me by looking at my face. I know he doesn’t trust me. And for some reason, that hurts a bit. I should be happy that he’s not attaching himself emotionally to me right? After all, whatever this is, it is just lust.
Just lust.
6
Brynn
Iwoke up abruptly. I heard the end of a loud thud. I blinked my eyes awake and saw Zirc’s tail swishing back and forth. Arms akimbo staring outside. He is fully dressed complete with his sword at the back. The dilapidated door lays in front of him. He either knows the owner of this house or he leaves here. Or maybe he’s a convict and he just ruined this place more.
It’s too bright outside and I have a feeling, it’s past noon already. After the sex marathon we did last night, it’s a miracle I woke up at this time. Or could a day have passed by? Or maybe their day is longer than 24 hours?
I lied down again and just tried to meditate or think of nothing. I can see that the roof and beams are so dilapidated I need to get out of here.
Gingerly, I tried to sit up again. No pain. Hmm, that’s interesting. The ointment is good. Or I was injected with something that speeds up my healing.
I saw my partially torn suit. I was about to call out to him when something dropped on my lap. Clothes similar to his except they feel almost like cotton.
I looked up and saw he’s irritated. Was he waiting for me to wake up? Well, no sense in asking him since he can’t understand me.
“We need to leave.”
And he turned around again. I doubt he wants to give me privacy after what we did last night.
No tender morning after or make that noon-after-talk with him.
He walked out of the door and out of sight. Then I heard loud banging again as if he’s using that broadsword of his as an axe.
I saw buckets of water nearby. Using my old torn suit, I dipped into the tepid water and started cleaning myself.
I carefully started with my face. No sting. My neck, my arms. Hmm. No sting but I can see some reddish welt on my arms, stomach, thighs and legs. I still see visible bruises but I don’t feel any pain. A random thought entered my mind. He licked me all over last night. Does he have curing possibilities or again from what’s injected in me?
Something to be thankful for.
I felt a slight sting when I brushed the v of my legs. Even my ass is a bit sore but nothing alarming. Just the right amount after vigorous sex. I can’t remember I had this kind of activity though. I can say, the closest is when I had to do battery tests in school. My hamstring seemed stretched but my lower back is now okay.
After falling from the sky!
I stood up and stretched. Everything seems okay. I picked up the clothes he threw me. Conscious of the time, I donned everything he gave me. The clothes are surprisingly soft. The pants have their trademark hole at the back to fit their tail. Good thing I have a longer shirt. He gave me a cloth that resembled a plain gray poncho that reaches the middle of my thigh. Beneath it was a plain sleeveless jersey. Part of the ensemble is a scarf. All the coloring is plain gray. But it looked washed out.
I sniffed it.
It doesn’t have any strange smell or thank goodness, no body odor. It smells like the trees outside. That’s one thing I noticed when we travel. There are no flowers but each tree has a distinct smell. It smells nice.
Feeling refreshed now that I’m fully clothed, Nothing I can do with my mousy brown hair. I combed with my fingers. I ventured outside. Even though I had too many clothes on, I don’t feel too much heat. And better forget I don’t wear any kind of underwear since I was kidnapped.
I saw Zirc easily picking up chopped wood. His muscles bulged against his tunic. He barely looked at me as he crossed over to the door and started to board up the doorway. He was quick or he just didn't care if the wood planks stayed or not. He has a weird looking hammer and nails.
He did the same to the damaged windows.
That done, he looked at me. The gaze he sent my way forced me to back up a little.
What’s his problem now?
