Chapter 8
Nahuél
She shifts under me, lying out on a smooth section of rock, legs spread.
I sit back on my heels and admire her pretty breasts, rising and falling with each breath.
She is like a live wire under me, moving and clawing at me, needing me.
I cannot deny her, but I must taste her again like I did before, so I bend before her smoothing her folds over my tongue, breathing in her heady scent.
Her hand is in my hair, pushing my tongue deeper inside where I flick against her mercilessly until she comes against my mouth, going limp, legs boneless.
Nuzzling against her thigh, I crawl over her body, my shadow overtaking her, this human who has me ensnared.
That blonde hair gleams in the darkness, fanned out against the dark rock, nipples gathered into hard peaks, a bright flush on her throat.
She sits up on her elbows, reaching between us for my cock, which bounces up to meet her hand.
It pleases me to see how large my cock is in her small hand as she strokes me.
I could come from just this, but I want to make her moan in that deep guttural way when I’m buried so deeply within her that we must be sewn together, so I pull her legs toward me, wrapping her ankles around me as I kneel before her.
She traps my cock between her swollen lips, sliding her slickness over me, making me growl.
Her breathless purrs echo in the chamber, urging me to enter her.
I feed my cock into her slowly, still kneeling, holding her feet so that her legs are wide, the curve of my stomach sliding against her clit.
My hips thrust the rest of me into her as she cries out, face awash in ecstasy as we move together.
I feel her come easily, the contractions of her going, and going as she tosses her head back and forth.
Her hands grip my stomach, scratching against my chest, pushing me deeper into her.
Each time my hips rut into her, those beautiful breasts bounce with the rhythm.
Those long blonde eyelashes flutter over her bright blue eyes that are lost in pleasure, and I decide she is too far away from me, so I easily haul her up into my arms, anchoring her feet on the chamber floor.
She rolls her hips into me, pressing that sweet ridged spot inside her against the head of my cock, sending me into heaven and we both slow down, each thrust meeting the roll of her hips, and just as her breath stops with her final orgasm I feel myself let go inside her with a roar falling back into the floor, nearly crushing her.
I roll over so she is lying on me with me still inside her. Without warning, I hear a hiccup, her hand flying to her eyes, brushing tears away from her face. Panic floods me. Did I hurt her?
“Lena? What is wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head violently, sitting up now to press the palms of her hands into her eyes, her chest falling inward to me with sobs.
The water behind us begins to froth and churn, as desperate to fix her as I am.
I scooch to the edge of the pool, lowering us both in together, while still leaving my cock warm inside her.
I arrange her legs around my waist, brushing her hair away from her shoulder.
“Lena, you must speak with me. The water can heal you.”
“I’m not…hurt.” She says, in between sobs. “I’m upset.”
I can feel the sadness radiating off her body. Closing my eyes, I place a hand on her cheek, feeling her tangled thoughts, a mix of frustration, anger, and fear. Focusing on calming sensations, I send those within the drops of water coating her skin.
Cupping some of the water in my hand, it shimmers like glass, and I hold it up to her lips.
She hesitates, looking at me strangely. “I can’t drink that, it could make me sick.”
I chuckle. “It is healing water, it will make you feel better, not sick.”
“There could be bacteria in the water, and it will make a human sick.” She insists.
“This is magic, Lena. This water is pure. It will heal you, I promise.”
She hesitates for a moment and then lowers her lips to my palm, sipping the water. She sits back as though she has just drunk poison before her eyebrows finally ease into a smooth line, and her body relaxes onto me.
“I feel… lighter.” She smiles.
“Now, tell me what ails you.”
She looks down, as though just realizing we are still connected, before speaking. My heart leaps at the fact that she wants me to stay within her, that she doesn’t move away from me.
“I’m working with a team, and the lead on the team-” She stops, shaking her head.
“He’s been acting strangely this whole project, and today I saw him doing something really bad.
Something that could ruin his career.” She looks at me questioningly.
“Does any of this make sense? Sorry, I know things are different, probably from the last person you saw.”
A smile spreads across my face. Admittedly, I did not understand everything she said, but enough of it made sense.
“This other person, who did a bad thing you saw, do they know you saw them?”
Relief floods her face as I seem to be understanding what she is trying to tell me, as more words rush from her, as though this burden must be extracted from her.
“No, I don’t think so. And that’s my issue.
If I confront him, he will say I am lying, that I didn’t see anything.
He might even try to get me in trouble and kicked off this project.
Which is so unfair. I’ve been carrying the entire thing, supporting our team, making sure we are safe in this cave!
” Her hand splashes down on the water, causing it to flash in worry.
“Sorry.” She whispers. “If I tell our boss, the person who sent us here for this project, then it could seem like I am trying to get him in trouble because we’ve had issues getting along. Like I am trying to get him fired.”
I try to keep up with what she is saying; some of her phrases have no meaning to me entirely, but my heart bleeds for her evident frustration with her work.
“What did you witness this man doing?” I ask tentatively.
“I- He was doing drugs. It looked like he was doing drugs.” She drags a hand over her face, looking off in the distance as though examining her memory. “That is the only thing that makes sense. The constant sweating, shaking, temper tantrums. Then today he falsified readings.”
I am lost. “Drugs? What is this?”
“Oh. Um.” She thinks. “It’s like…in your time, did people ever smoke something or eat something that made them have visions? Or act spacey? Overly relaxed?”
I nod. “Yes, there were rituals with this.”
“Okay, here now, in this time, we call that substance drugs. But some people don’t smoke them, they put it right here-” She gestures to her arm where a thick vein is visible.
“Right into the blood. This is bad to do. You become addicted, you can’t stop, and you lose…
everything. Your job, money, home, your family. ”
“Everything,” I whisper. Was I addicted? Too proud to see that the times had changed all that time long ago, more and more time going by between people coming to worship, until finally it just stopped. Was I seeking the rush of being worshipped? But, isn’t that in my nature?
“So, I don’t know what to do, and I have no one to talk to about it.” She pauses, looking sweetly at me. “Except you, I can talk to you.”
“Yes.” I cup her face in my hands. “You can always talk to me. What will you do?”
She frowns. “I have to think on it a bit more. I need to make a decision soon, though. I can’t have him on the project much longer; all our findings will be thrown out.”
“Trust yourself, Lena. Your spirit is strong, your heart is pure.” I touch the center of her chest.
She wiggles on me, causing me to groan. “You sure that’s not the sex talking, making you say these nice words about me?”
“No. The water agrees. It sees everything.”
Her eyelashes flutter, a blush creeping across her face. “I wish you could come with me and be with me outside of this cave.”
“My magic is weak, Lena. I cannot leave.” I press my lips against hers for the briefest of kisses. “As much as I would love to share this world with you.”
“But, you make portals for me to leave, why can’t you step through with me?” Her eyebrows are scrunched up with tension.
“I- I cannot. There were hundreds of people worshipping me daily, feeding my magic, strengthening my powers. You could visit me every day for years, and it would not be enough.” I shake my head sadly.
“I am trapped, forever.” The risk of trying again to escape, when I’ve tried so many times before just to fail again and again.
Why did the universe bring me her, just to snatch her away?
She shifts off me, climbs from the pool, and begins to pull her clothing back on. The water dims significantly in her absence. I simply let her leave, not even making any effort to stop her, to beg her to stay.
“It’s getting late.” She says tersely.
“Will you come back?” Desperation sits in my throat, constricting my vocal cords.
Her back is to me as she bends down for her things, pausing stiffly at my words.
“I don’t know. I want to.” She faces me now. “But, I’m not going to be here forever myself. I’m used to relationships not working out. You’re-” She stops. “You’re like no one I’ve ever met, and I don’t know how to feel. It’s just a lot right now.”
She strides over to the wall, waiting. Her head dips down, swiping away tears.
Reluctantly, I pull myself from the pool, her face impassive as I gaze at her lovely features. I can feel the water weeping in my chest.
“I wish we had met at another time, Lena. Maybe things would have been different for us.”
Her chin and lip wobble, her head giving me a stiff nod as the portal opens, bathing her in a silver glow.
“Maybe.” She pecks me on the cheek, and then she’s gone, throwing me into pitch-black darkness, alone again.