Chapter 7 #2
Her inner channel began to pulse, to clench around me, and it tore a grunt from me as I struggled to hold myself back, to move gently to rock her to her completion.
"Let go," she gasped out. "Harder!"
The last of my restraint snapped, and I lost myself in her, mounting her like a wild animal as I gripped her, jackhammering her, the slap of skin against skin echoing around the room paired with her feral cries.
Then she was clamping down around me, her body spasming with the throes of her pleasure, and I couldn't keep it in anymore.The swelling began, thick and bulging at the base of me.
I thrust hard and deep, popping my knot into her as I reached my own peak crashing around me as I released my seed deep into her, and I saw the spark in her eyes, and then it happened.
I saw it all.
I saw the happiness of her childhood, the turmoil of her teenage years, her excitement for the future, the feeling of her books as she clutched them against her chest as she went to her first class at college and was overwhelmed by the pure possibilities of her life.
I felt the heavy weight of her despair as the crutches bit into her armpit, and she stared at the empty ceramic bowl, which should have held keys but instead held only the knowledge that her boyfriend had left without her, and if she wanted to get to class, she would have to walk there.
I saw the exhaustion as she stood at the cash register, her still-healing ache in her leg, and stared at the clock on the wall, hoping she would get off on time so she could have a glorious hour to herself.
I listened to the song with her as she sang along, trying to convince herself that the love expressed there was the love that existed in her life.
I felt her frustration as she tried to use the communication techniques she had just learned, only to be spurned and shut down.
I didn't just see the long years spent trying to find comfort in a life that never seemed to fit right.
I felt her happiness as she held the keys to the car she worked so hard to buy, running her hands over the steering wheel and knowing she would never feel trapped again.
I smelled the scent of roses in the garden she walked through with her friends, mastering the pain in her leg so she could stay in the pleasure of the moment.
I felt her joy as her phone lit up and she picked it up, looking forward to a conversation with someone who wanted to reach out to her.
I experienced the warmth of her friend's hugs, the satisfaction she took from completing online courses on communication, and
I felt her fear when the Norratar ships appeared in the air, and her phone became filled with videos of violence.
I watched as her boyfriend tried to stop her from going to her friend when she received a call, his hand bruising her arm as he shouted at her on the sidewalk.
I felt her utter terror when a troop of Norratar soldiers came running down the street at the sound of his shouts, and then her confusion when they did nothing but restrain her boyfriend and escort her to her car.
I felt her confusion turn into wonder as she sat with her friends and looked up what was going on, looked beyond the videos, and found that no women were being harmed in the way that she expected they would be in times of war, at least not by the aliens.
I saw the videos of the protests at the occupation being protected by the Norratar soldiers themselves, allowing free thought and speech, just not violence.
I felt the bite of tears in her eyes as she stood up in a new medical office and felt the intense relief of finally being without the pain she had carried for decades.
I watched as her fear morphed into wonder.
Then I felt the moment that she saw me, how I brought her back to that sense of pure giddy joy she had felt clutching books to her chest and knowing that her future was made out of possibilities.
I withdrew from Lithoame until I was just Zandoar again, still deep inside Róisín, holding her gaze as she came back into herself.
Her eyes widened with horror, and I knew that we were one, that she had seen all of the darkness I carried with me, the importance of my journey here.
"Oh no," she said, the words trembling in the air.
I waited.
The knowledge was a lot to process, especially with a life as sheltered and gentle as hers.
I would have liked to prepare her better, but there were no words that I could have said that could minimize the shock of Lithoame.
It was a full understanding, a complete seeing, and words were far too small to even outline the edges of such an experience.
Even as she saw the evil that threatened my people and how Oame helped us resist it, I saw everything I needed to see to know that the Norratar Empire was a worthy ally.
Earth was a beautiful blue gem, and the Norratar served as its Orkith.
"Zandoar," she said, the corners of her eyes welling with unshed tears as she reached out to touch my cheek.
I leaned in and turned my lips into her touch, kissing the inside of her palm.
"I see Oame in you," I told her.
"I see Earth in you," she whispered back.