Chapter 32 #3
She continued to float beyond this place, her words leaving for the first time as she gave herself over to the endless expanse of space.
They were both wordless now, the only sounds leaving their lips empty exclamations and formless groans. Nala released the tension in her body; Varen lost all pretense of grace. With any luck, they would climax together, ending this scene and bringing them back to reality.
Nala would welcome that, but Varen had other plans.
“What are you, Nala?” she shouted, driving down so hard on Nala’s hips that she had never felt so owned. “What the fuck are you?”
So overwhelmed by her rising orgasm, these barrages, and the sheer amount of power flowing from one to the other… how could Nala find any way to respond? She was ready to spit her usual response, but that dirty word was not what came from her heart.
“I’m yours!” she cried, trapped between Varen and the bed as both made love to her. “Holy shit, I’m yours!”
Siren, succubus, foolish girl. None of those identities mattered when Varen bent down, mouth coming for the back of Nala’s neck and teeth clamping hard against her skin. Nala screamed, her climax exploding within and turning her into a trembling, tightening mess beneath Varen’s all-consuming body.
Varen was everywhere. On her. Beside her. Beneath her. Within her. Nala couldn’t escape into the chasm of the stars even if she wanted. Varen held her back, leaving every mark, every claim to her.
She bit Nala. She scratched her. And by fucking hell she unleashed herself all over her as famished cries of heartbreaking climax broke the final pane of glass between them. Nala gasped, unable to move – succumbed to that blessed fate.
Varen clenched Nala’s stomach and continued to suck her throat, hips stilling as the vibrations continued to lazily hum between them.
Nala couldn’t have gotten away from it if she wanted.
I don’t! Yet when she thought the moment was over, Varen eased herself off the strap-on and planted her pussy right on Nala’s bare skin.
Sweet pulses of her retreating orgasm made it clear that Varen had been just as wet and needy as her partner.
I’m the only one who gets to see this side of her.
She felt both like a creature and a woman.
The creature accepted its fate, claimed by the hunter, but the woman moaned in relief, her body more than a vessel for Varen’s pleasure.
She was sharing the most intimate part of herself with Nala.
Not merely her climax, but the ensuing flood of emotions that came with it.
Her joy, her heart was Nala’s, even if only for this moment.
When the pressure finally lifted from her body, Nala whimpered. All things had to end, though, including their unconventional lovemaking.
“Please don’t leave me,” she whispered, afraid to feel the lack of Varen’s presence. “You went through all that trouble to get me here like this. Why leave now?”
“Who said I was leaving?” Tenderness laced Varen’s voice as she lightly kissed Nala’s shoulders, hand brushing away both of their bangs. “Don’t underestimate me, darling. I’m happy where I am.”
“Am I too stiff?”
Varen untied the strips holding up Nala’s arms. Relief flooded them as they were allowed to fall into the pillow. Varen rubbed Nala’s sides and ass as she moved around her. “No. You get hung up on the strangest things.”
Oh my God, I am dead. That was when the fatigue hit Nala, a breath of fresh air if she were telling the truth. Sleep would be easy after the perfect day.
She thought she would be left to decompress. Instead, Varen rolled her over and stuck two fingers inside her as her legs spread wide, giving her Mistress unprecedented access.
This wasn’t sexual. This was her asserting the last bit of authority she had over Nala.
“What are you trying to do?” Nala asked, eyelids heavy. Varen propped herself up on her elbow next to Nala, face near hers as fingers stayed inside her.
Varen kissed her forehead, fingers slowly circling within Nala. What would usually be sexual pleasure was now a mere conduit for affection. “I’m making you think about who you belong to. Close your eyes.”
That wasn’t hard to obey. Nala let her eyelids drop as she sank deep within the bed. Varen’s intimate touch lulled her into a doze, and knowing her Mistress was right there watching her meant Nala was safe. Even though she was trapped…
No. She’s mine. All mine.
“I belong to you,” Nala muttered. “But you belong to me too.”
“Yes, darling.” Her words were the last thing Nala heard that night. “It goes both ways.”
As she fell asleep that night, Nala knew that everything would be different when she opened her eyes again.
Entry 14
Idon’t need to write down what happened tonight between me and Nightingale. If I have no other memories of my life, I will have this, at least.
She is mine now. I have no choice but to protect her with every ounce of my being.
I am elated. But I am also more fearful than ever. For now, I will forget my fears and focus on rebuilding any shred of happiness I can grasp within my hand. At the moment, that means Nightingale.