Chapter 31
Sandy
The room Sandy had been confined in for weeks now was absolutely boring and bare minimum. Elffa made sure to remove anything Sandy might use to cause general mayhem. There was a mattress on the floor, her suitcase of belongings – including her grandmother’s ashes and antique radio – and the toiletries in her connected bathroom. That was it. Her clothes were in folded piles on the ground because she didn’t even have anything to store them in. She had a window, but this one was facing out over the woods surrounding the manor, opposite the city. The tree leaves were still golden brown and orange gold, and there had been no change of season yet. So, she was inclined to think they were that way all the time.
Her days consisted of staring outside, meditating, and using the back panel of the radio to carve her way into the wall.
It was a long process, because that wasn’t what the radio back was for. However, it was metal, sturdy, and if she used the edge, it kind of shaved along the walls, allowing her to cut through. The material wasn’t precisely drywall, but it wasn’t wood either. The texture and hardness was somewhere between the two. She could cut into it, but in the weeks that passed, she was only just now cutting through the first layer into the space between walls.
“Ha,” she grinned, pushing her finger through the small hole and pulling. It was easier to break the wall than it was to cut through.
She didn’t really have a plan. She didn’t know what room was on the other side of this wall, and even if she did get out, she wasn’t sure what that would accomplish. She just knew that she couldn’t stay here the rest of her life, and it was better than doing nothing.
Yanking pieces of the wall apart wasn’t easy. She had tried to kick and hit through the walls before the digging, and it hadn’t gotten her far. But she did her best to widen the hole as much as she could. By the time she finished, it was big enough for her to shove her entire arm in.
Even if she didn’t accomplish anything except annoying Elffa, the hole was worth it. Not that she would know, as she never came here. Orza would report on this, probably, but she hadn’t been hiding what she was doing as she did it, so Elffa had to know already that she was attempting to dig her way out. Maybe she didn’t think it would lead her anywhere.
Whatever.
Sandy continued pulling at the broken edge of the wall until her fingers got sore. Only then did she stop. After admiring her work, she went to wash the dust off her hands. She really hoped this wasn’t bad for her to breathe in, like some kind of alien asbestos. But that seemed unlikely. She was probably just thinking too much. It’s not like she had anything else to do with her time.
The sound of the door opening pulled her out of the bathroom. Curious, because it wasn’t mealtime yet, she poked her head out.
Only to see her big, beautiful mate stepping inside.
“Rane!” She yelled, running for him.
He looked just as surprised to see her, but still reacted fast enough to catch her when she threw herself into his arms. The door sealed behind him, but she knew that Blue and Green would be just beyond, guarding them.
But right now, she didn’t care as she peppered kisses all over Rane’s face. Excited to see him, she was eager to shower him in the love and joy she knew he wasn’t experiencing out there.
He just stared, blinking, for a long moment. Then, he started laughing. His hands clutching against her butt as he walked them to her mattress.
“There you are,” he said, warmth infused in his voice. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
She chuckled. “Did you not know you were coming here?”
“No.” he turned, sitting on the bed without letting her go so she ended up straddling his lap. “I suppose this is mother’s attempt at rewarding me for behaving. Or maybe she’s reminding me what I have to lose if I don’t keep behaving.”
Sandy shrugged, running her hands all over him. “I don’t really care what your mother is up to, if we’re being perfectly honest.”
“Of course you’re not.”
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Sandy.”
“Hm?”
“Why is there a hole in the wall?”
“Oh, I just thought it would really spruce the place up. Never know when you’ll need a convenient wall hole, am I right?”
He laughed, resting his forehead against hers. “Ah, how I’ve missed your sass.”
“Tell me everything that’s happened recently. How are the championships going?”
No one told her anything. Not even if Rane won his games or not. For all she knew, they’d already finished the last game, come home the winners, and had the victory parade. Did this place have a victory parade? A huge sports victory would prompt one back on Earth, she was pretty sure, but she didn’t know if it would here.
But win or lose or whatever, she wanted to hear everything Rane had been up to since they were separated.
It was good to just hear his voice as he obliged her. He described the games they’d played like he was a sports announcer. It wasn’t quite play-by-play, but it was close, and she found herself laughing and cheering along with him.
It didn’t escape her notice that he didn’t tell her anything else. Either there was nothing else happening, or he didn’t want her to know. She rather hoped it was the former and that Elffa, satisfied in her victory, would finally leave him alone.
But she only spared her wicked mother-in-law a few seconds thought before forcibly shoving her to the back of her mind and focusing on Rane.
“So, you don’t know the occasion?” She asked, stroking her fingers up and down the nape of his neck as she leaned back on his lap.
“No. But I’m not going to question it for now. I’m just so happy to see you again. You’re safe, right? You’re not hurt anywhere?”
“Yes, I’m safe. My fingers are a bit sore from digging in the wall, but that’s not really Elffa’s fault.” She sighed exaggeratedly. “I am likely to achieve Nirvana if I keep up all this meditation though.”
He chuckled. “What is Nirvana?”
“I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think it’s like this thing where you lose all your worldly attachments and grow beyond such basic needs as hunger and sexual desire. And wouldn’t that just be a tragedy?”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” he said, lifting her up.
Sandy cried out in surprise, then laughed when he dropped her onto her mattress and rose over her, covering her laugh with an eager kiss.
Weeks apart, not a single word or text passed, crashed into them all at once as the playfulness and surprise and confusion all faded to be replaced by burning desire. This time, there was no sense that they had to procreate for his freedom, nor the heated need of aphrodisiac enhanced desire. It was only them and the relief at their reunion.
That translated into quick and frantic movements as they rushed to dispose of their clothing without breaking their kiss any longer than strictly necessary.
There was no build up, no foreplay. When he shoved her legs apart and placed his face between them, his licking was more about creating wetness than bringing her pleasure. And she didn’t want it either. The only thing she wanted was to feel that closeness, that intimacy, of connection. She grabbed his feathers and yanked because she wanted it hard and fast and now .
But he was determined to get her at least slightly prepared. She should probably appreciate his consideration considering the size of him, but she could only writhe and beg-
“Rane! Please! Hurry!”
What if something happened? What if he was taken away again? It felt like it was suddenly vital that he get inside her so she could lock all her limbs and keep him from ever being taken from her again.
It was a foolish thought, but it seemed to make perfect sense in that moment, and the longer he delayed getting inside her, the more likely it seemed he’d be yanked away.
Finally, after only a few seconds that still seemed entirely too long, he let her drag him back up. She claimed his lips as she reached between their bodies. He flinched when she grabbed his cock and aimed it to her pussy. The moment she had the flat head notched at her entrance, he jerked his hips, plunging deep by a few inches.
Pain made her cry out as she grabbed onto his flanks, nails digging into his skin. It felt like he’d just cleaved her in two, but when she looked between them with watering eyes, it was to see only a few inches inside. It had been too long since they’d been together, and she had grown unaccustomed to his large size again.
“Sandy-”
“Don’t stop,” she ordered, trying and failing to lock her ankles behind his back. His waist and hips were trim in comparison to his body, but his size was greater than hers, and with so much of him still outside of her, he wasn’t close enough to succeed.
“I hurt you-”
“I don’t care! Get in me!” She put her heels on his thighs and tried to shove him deeper, but it was like pushing against a wall.
“I don’t want to hurt you-”
She bit him. Yanking his head down by the feathers, she jerked her head up and bit, hard, into the meat of his shoulder. His muscles were so thick and corded, it wasn’t an easy bite. But she dug her teeth in, smashing her feet against his thighs again.
The combination succeeded in making his hips snap, plunging him deeper. Not quite all the way inside, but as far as he could get as her eyes watered from the ache of being so forcibly stretched. But she craved it. She needed to feel him in her, and what better way than the acute pain?
Rane, however, wasn’t inclined to agree. Despite digging her teeth and heels into him, he didn’t go any further. He began to pull back, and she whimpered at his loss.
But it wasn’t for long. He pushed back in – slow and deliberate. Fucking her with shallow thrusts that still felt like a battering ram pushing into her.
He reached between their bodies this time, rubbing his thumb in circles around her clit. The pleasure of it combined with his movements finally fought back against the pain, easing his way as her body quickly rushed to catch up to the sudden intrusion. The ache of the stretch and the sensitive jolt around her clit made her cry out, head falling back as she finally released her teeth from his shoulder.
A series of half-moon marks, lined up to form a wide, broken oval, were left deep in his skin. She was briefly surprised that it hadn’t made him bleed.
But then he snapped his hips, burying himself even deeper, and driving the errant thought completely from her brain.
Rane stopped then. Before she could complain, he was adjusting his body. Pulling his legs up until her thighs were resting on his. His head buried into the pillow next to hers as he used his hands to reach down, palm her ass, and tilt it up to him.
There was a brief moment, not even a full second, where he was still. She could only brace herself against him.
And then he moved. Violently thrusting, so quickly she couldn’t do anything but cling to him and gasp for breath as he claimed her like a male possessed. It was rough and hard and everything she needed right now.
Her first orgasm was as sudden and violent as his movements. She let out a cry as her pussy clenched around him, but he didn’t stop. If anything, his movements only redoubled as he pumped harder into her, chasing his own pleasure.
When he finally came, he jerked atop her, his entire body tense, his crest fully raised, body tight and shaking. She could only mutter soothing sounds as she stroked along his back, gently bringing him back down.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. Kissing the side of her head, his grip relaxing, but staying inside her as she said the same in turn.
She didn’t know how long they lay like that, savoring each other. But she knew the moment it ended, because Blue came stomping inside. It was quick and sudden and violent. He grabbed Rane by the neck and dragged him off her and back, out the door.
Once again, Sandy couldn’t do anything but watch him go, her legs closing, knees drawing up to her chest, left bereft and vulnerable as she helplessly watched him being taken away.
A brief interlude. A reward, she thought with no small amount of disgust. Elffa giving them a boon and reminding them of their place in one move.
Sandy didn’t cry but she clenched her teeth so hard she worried that they might break as she fought the urge to do so.
She wouldn’t give her that. She would have only Sandy’s fury, her disgust. Her smug derision when they finally broke free of her.
Which they would.
Even if she didn’t know how yet.