and caressed it with her tongue.
He removed the digit and slowly…painfully slow…traced a line down her throat, between her breasts, to her abs, then belly button, then the very top of her The finger stopped.
She offered a pout of a purr in frustration.
But that was only the beginning. He used his fingers and hands, his lips and mouth to titillate every inch of her, but always stopped short of satisfaction. All the time she bucked and trembled from his torment. Her moans for more fell on deaf ears.
Stone took pleasure in her torture.
How dare she look like her…
At long last his excitement boiled over. He could tease her no more; even he had a breaking point.
'No, no,' she tightly crossed her legs. 'After all that teasing… you don’t deserve-'
Trevor leapt upon her like an animal. In one quick motion he roughly grabbed her legs and forced them wide, hooked one of her legs around his arm and pushed it nearly to her ear where it rocked with his motion. He drove into her with speed and ferocity; the beast set free.
His eyes wide, angry, and hungry as he moved. She screamed with surprise, shock and ecstasy. Her head turned from side to side, her eyes shut; her mouth opening to exhale quick squeals that were sighs and then clenching shut again to bear the force of his invasion.
She yanked against the straps above her; the bars of the headboard bent, a little, but she was still secure. Still his.
With every iron-like thrust her body exploded. She heard him growling in her ear as he pinned her to the bed with his weight and his work. Trevor wanted to consume her…devour her with his raw energy. He had never felt like this before. He did not know he had the desire for such…such carnal barbarism.
Yet there it was; a dreadful combination of passion and violence. Of lust. Of anger.
This is what you get for pretending to be her…
His hand found the back of her head and grasped her ponytails, forcing her chin up and back. She grimaced as she rocked. He saw the slightest glint of tears in the corner of her eyes.
With her neck exposed, he dove into her throat where he kissed her tender flesh harshly; violently. Then he reached to her mouth and forced his tongue deep. Then off again, his breath snorting in her ear, but he did not relax his grip.
Whatever pain she felt dissipated in the flood bursting from her body. A trembling, shaking, flood. He felt her muscles as they flexed and released. He felt her strong body weaken and quiver.
Her sigh became a moan became a cry.
Hearing her… feeling her erupt was enough.
He rode her even harder at that moment, then what had been building in the beast released with a primitive energy, making him shudder and roar. His body clenched then flexed…again…and again…and again.
Nina wrapped her legs around him and pulled tight, accepting what he gave even as his final act felt more an assault than love.
Their bodies grew still.
She breathed hard…then softer. His heart thumped against her chest. She could feel it through the sweat.
Trevor was coming back.
Her Trevor.
17. Whispers
Trevor walked the exterior of the otherworldly estate listening to alien-sounding chirps from some manner of bird as it announced the arrival of morning. With a bounce in his step, he passed a sentry, patting the man on the shoulder who responded, 'Cold out today, sir.'
'Not as cold as it is for those dead Geryons, is it, Morris?'
'No, sir!' the soldier smiled.
Trevor found satisfaction in the man's spirit. Here they were out in the wilderness far from safety and if another Geryon battleship sailed over the horizon they would stand no chance.
Yet Morris felt a sense of invincibility. Trevor had led them to victory over a superior enemy, as he had done many times on his world. How? He knew part of that came from the dark spot of his heart, the part that bubbled to the surface last night with the Major.
At the same time, his strength also came from the righteousness of his cause. Standing on the moral high ground gave him a free hand. No tactic could be too brutal, too nasty for the invading scum. Indeed, the more brutal the blow the more effective; a frightened enemy is more easily defeated. Certainly it would frighten the Geryons to find one of their powerful Battleships obliterated by a handful of humans.
He came upon Reverend Johnny near the front gate staring into the distance with binoculars. On the lake, strands of smoke still smoldered from the destroyed dirigible, but no fires and apparently no sign of Geryon survivors.
'Good morning, sunshine,' Trevor greeted lightheartedly.
'I see you have pulled yourself out of bed, Mr. Stone. I feared you might stay there all day,' Johnny responded without lowering his binoculars.
That annoyed Trevor. He was, after all, the Emperor. Johnny should damn well turn around and Stop it.
Trevor let it go, instead asking, 'What do you mean? It’s bright and early.'
'I figured you would be loath to leave behind the warmth you found there.'
Trevor played coy, 'What are you talking about?'
'My dear Mr. Stone, you and the Major-how should I put this within the bounds of good taste? — you and the Major were quite… enthusiastic. Yes. The acoustics of the empty mansion and the cavern into which it is built are quite conductive.'
Trevor pinched his nose and grimaced. 'Oh. Um. Yeah well…'
Johnny finally pulled away the binoculars and looked at his friend. 'Fear not, for I have found a more interesting sight to judge this morning.' He pointed toward the mountainside. 'There. Behold a curious sight. Perhaps the answers you think are here can be gleaned from the events under our very noses.'
Trevor pulled his own field glasses from a pouch on his belt and followed Johnny’s direction to a strip of thin woodlands between destroyed cottages. There he saw a common hostile nicknamed a Rat-Thing, essentially a car- sized rodent with needle-like tufts of fur.
'Not sure what the big deal is, I've seen plenty of these-wait a second. I’ll be damned.'
Trevor spied a pack of predators hunting the Rat-Thing. Four Gray Wolves emerged from the debris of the ruined homes.
Johnny and Stone observed the wolves stalk and attack their target. The horrid beast squealed and scampered in an attempt to flee, but the wolves ripped at its hind legs until it fell.
'Amazing,' Trevor whispered.
Johnny stopped watching. He did not need to see the tearing and shredding of the Rat-Thing’s hide. Stone, on the other hand, stood hypnotized by the brutal and efficient pack.
'I imagine wolves would attack any creature if promised a good breakfast,' Johnny said.
'After all these years, they've learned that some of the invaders are good eats. Still, makes me think about this whole thing. Maybe it’s our entire environment. That might explain why more than just alien armies came to our world. Or, I guess, ‘worlds.’ Maybe it explains why predator and prey have come here. To show their-what? — superiority?'
'Or maybe,' Johnny suggested, 'the wolves are just hungry.'
Trevor smiled. 'Maybe so.'
– The extraction flight arrived mid-morning and evacuated the remaining team members with no interruption, no incident. The Skippers flew over the mountains and plains under a sky that was as clear as the day before.
Nina napped next to Trevor in the passenger compartment. He had missed as much sleep as she had but he
