SALT #7
Then something unexpected happens. Shane does not walk around the building. Instead, he presses a card against the wall, and what turns out to be the back wall of the bathroom slides open, revealing a narrow door.
Okay. That I did not see coming! I had no idea there were hidden doors built into the walls. Another mystery stacked on top of the one involving Drax. But really, what do we actually know about this island? As it turns out, not much.
Shane disappears inside the unit. My thoughts still spinning, as I watch Drax walk away toward the cafeteria building, calm and unbothered, like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
Still baffled, I continue along the slope until I finally reach our unit.
Something keeps nagging at me. Curious, I walk up to the back wall of the bathroom and swipe my card along the surface, feeling around for an invisible reader.
In total silence, a door slides open, and suddenly I am standing inside the bathroom.
Seriously, how do you even build a door that is practically invisible in a smooth wall? And more importantly, why?
I spot Eliano’s card lying on top of the washer-dryer, and on a weird impulse, I swipe it against the wall. Nothing happens! The door doesn’t budge.
Just to be sure, I try again, then swipe my own card, and the door opens immediately.
Great. Another puzzle. One mystery after another, my head filling with half-baked theories.
Since I am soaked in sweat from the whole excursion, I decide to take a quick shower. I rinse off, then tiptoe back into the bedroom and slip quietly under the blanket.
As I settle in, I feel Eliano stir. In a lazy, half-asleep motion, he turns toward me, rolling onto his side, and his arm slides around my waist.
Is he actually awake, or is it just muscle memory?
The images of what I saw keep looping in my head. Something about that scene lit a spark in me, a restless edge of excitement, a low craving for pleasure, refusing to fade.
Very slowly and carefully, I push down the boxers I wore to sleep.
Eliano seems to sense the movement. His hand slides down onto my ass. I am lying partly on my stomach, partly on my side, turned slightly with my back toward him. His fingers cup my cheek and squeeze it gently. Suddenly, I feel his thumb glide along my cleft and stop right at my sensitive hole.
Seriously, why is it that sensitive anyway? It never was, not to that degree!
A rolling wave of heat shook me, a shiver running through my passage. Eliano’s finger toys delicately around my small ring, drawing little circles, teasing. Gosh, those movements feel insanely good. I want more, I want him to do… so much more, and he seems to read that perfectly.
I feel him slowly shifting lower along the bed. A moment later, his head rests against one of my cheeks. His tongue slides along my perineum and catches on my pink little star.
Fate, it feels incredible!
Ticklish, soft, wet strokes against my ring give me far more pleasure than I ever imagined such a small spot could.
I tremble lightly, panting. My cock is pinned beneath my stomach, throbbing with need.
I lower my hand and slip it under my body, wrapping my fingers around my shaft to give it more friction.
As Eliano pushes his tongue deeper into my hole, I start rocking my hips gently, rubbing my cock against my hand at the same time.
I never thought I would enjoy something like rimming, but fuck, I really do, and it is incredibly arousing.
Small shivers of pleasure shoot through my pelvis, from the root of my cock all the way to the tip, flowing deep into my passage.
My hips jerk in wild little thrusts, encouraging him to push his tongue even deeper into my tight hole.
Ah, oh, fuck! Yes, it feels so good, like there is a ring of impossibly sensitive nerves there. Pleasure rises fast, my body shaking.
With a shameless moan, I come, feeling my ring clamp down around his tongue as if trying to trap it and pull it deeper. I mumble something like, "Yes, oh gosh, yes."
The orgasm is strong and intense. I lie there for a long moment while Eliano still rests with his head against my ass. I’m panting, regaining my balance after that ride, when suddenly I hear his breathing slow and even out again.
Did Eliano just fall asleep?
Lying in a patch of my own cum is not exactly pleasant, but I am so exhausted that I soon drift off as well, and thoughts of what I saw earlier with Shane and Drax fade into darkness.
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I wake to a pleasant feeling, almost blissful. A gentle, delicious teasing between my legs sends shivers through my body. My hole is already sensitized, humming with pleasure. Eliano’s head is firmly nestled between my cheeks, his mouth and tongue pressed tight to my small ring.
My hole is on fire and the pleasure it spreads throughout my body is like a sparkling wave, heavenly!
His tongue sinks in, penetrating me.
Fuck, what a way to wake up. Pure bliss! I let out a loud moan.
"Yes, tonguefuck me, yes," I mumble in a pleading, breathless voice as powerful blasts of heat roll up my spine.
I clutch the pillow, almost tearing at it with my nails.
I cannot believe how good this feels! So damn good.
I love being fucked by his tongue, slick, smooth, warm, perfectly stimulating my sensitive flesh.
I realize I am about to come, without even touching my cock, something that has never happened to me before. Why is this ramping up so fast?
Strong contractions ripple through my abdominal muscles, forcing blood into my lower body. My hole spasms, pulses, tightens, and the entire fuck tunnel inside seems to draw his tongue even deeper, craving something longer, thicker.
The orgasm hits suddenly, like a steep plunge into an abyss of pleasure. I cry out, almost screaming, my spine arching slightly, my ass lifting and carrying Eliano’s head with it.
Why is this so fucking intense? Oh my gosh.
I shake as my nervous system floods with deep, satisfying pleasure.
"Fuck, that feels so good, so fucking good," I murmur, my voice breaking into soft moans.
I hate that it eventually has to end. Unfortunately, the afterglow fades quickly when I hear Eliano’s calm voice behind my sweat-damp back.
"It’s even more vivid pink today, Salt."
"The…the…?" I stutter, unwilling to accept what it means.
"The pretty star of yours."
Silence. I push his words out of my mind, because really, what would that even mean? That I’m in deep shit? What’s with my escape plan, if I really enter into some beta quasi-heat? And the question is, why would it even happen in the first place?
On the edge of my consciousness, a vague memory wobbles, something I once read, that when True Mates meet, a beta or omega often goes into Insta Heat…
It’s impossible, though… Nonsense. Enough, enough!
Eliano’s next words spare me from having to respond.
"Salt, breakfast starts in ten minutes. We should get ready."
He sounds completely matter-of-fact. Reluctantly, I roll onto my back.
Eliano is already getting out of bed. But I notice a wet patch on his boxers.
Damn. He must have been jerking off with his other hand while he was rimming me.
A strange sense of satisfaction settles in, knowing it was good for him too.
It should not matter to me. I need to focus on taking pleasure for myself and forgetting about him, but somehow… I’m weirdly elated that he came.
Our eyes meet. His are calm, giving nothing away. Slowly, he turns and walks casually toward the bathroom. When the door closes, I hear the water start running. He is taking a quick shower.
I change the sheets, sticky with cum. In one of the cabinets, there is a large supply of clean bedding and mattress covers, probably ones meant specifically for sex.
After that, Eliano comes out, and I take a shower too.
Eventually, we leave Unit 71.
We end up being only slightly late. I am about to tell him what I saw during the night, but I notice other couples nearby and decide to save it for later.
When we arrive at the dining hall, we are met with a surprise!
Deputy Miller and Warden Sidorov enter the cafeteria, which has a small podium with a microphone mounted on a stand.
Miller looks like a small, writhing flounder, bending submissively almost to the ground before Sidorov, who strides forward with a firm step and an aloof, proud expression.
But to be fair, they both look pleased, simply in different ways. Miller is just outwardly glowing, his round cheeks stretched into a wide grin.
Sidorov steps onto the podium and takes the mic from Miller’s offering hands. His flat, cold face spreads into a wide, almost unnatural smile as he announces,
"We have wonderful news for your sector. Another couple is becoming part of our facility’s success. Jeff and Shane are going to be parents!"
Boom.
Wow!
The entire hall jumps to its feet, bursting into loud applause. Even Eliano gets to his feet. I get up too, but my face contorts. I do not understand a damn thing that is happening. I clap a couple of times so I do not stand out, but my stomach feels tight and wrong.
After what I saw last night, I’m doubting everything. This place feels deeply disturbing. I know I need to talk to Eliano, and soon, because this is all stacking up way too fast.
"In honor of this wonderful occasion, we are hosting a dance event as well as a special celebration for Jeff and Shane tonight. Tomorrow, a farewell breakfast will be held before their departure from the island."
Of course. Pregnant couples leave immediately, back to normal life. Program goal achieved. Stats boosted. In the case of Second Chance participants, they go back with ankle monitors for the rest of their original sentences. Still, they return to the world, to people.