I gripped her hips and rocked into her. She pressed her forearm into our cloaks to hold herself steady as she played with the base of my dick and her clit with the ring and with every thrust in, I was getting deeper and deeper, and the tingles from the ring were getting more and more intense: and so were her screams.
I couldn’t believe how close I was getting, how quickly, but my mind was shivering shocks of fireworks exploding and I was seeing prismatic colors stretching across the cave with each lightning flash. Her hair glowed and wrangled the sparks of lightning and thunder echoed in the cave with her screams.
The ring's buzzing was becoming one with her own tightening and I was ready to blow. The orgasm mounted, and I yelled and gripped her harder and thrust with all my might into her body, smashing into her as hard as I could, and she screamed in a supremely silent moment in the storm, as if even the thunder wanted to witness the mesmerizing quality of our lovemaking and then I fell forward onto her as her shivering blows and aftershocks of her own, simultaneous orgasm carried us over the edge and she was breathing hard and smothering her face in the cloaks and her pussy was gripping me harder than ever and the ring hand was far from her clit, as if she couldn't handle that extra stimulation any more.
And I breathed deeply into her back and slowly, slowly, rolled out of and off her, pulling her around and into my arms, gathering her head into my chest and holding her tightly. She laid her cheek on my chest. Her heartbeat was so rapid I thought it might burst, but I realized it just matched mine.
“That was…” she said.
“That was…” I said.
She held up the ring hand, the coils winding, seemingly alive carbon gleam flashing in the lightning as the storm resumed. She twisted it over and over and breathed out slowly.
“That was something else, for sure.”
We lay in the storm’s rage for some more moments, just trying to pace each other’s breathing.
“Vania?” I asked. “I’m trusting you, okay? Don’t break it.”
"I won't, Jase. I'm trusting you, too. And don't worry. I am still a good soldier and will be your good soldier for as long as this war lasts. No question there. I know my place."
I looked at her and brushed the hair out of her eyes. I am glad that she said that, but I don’t know her place…
“What is this ring, Jase? Do I need to be worried?”
“Well, I don’t understand fully the connection we have, but I can tell you, it will intensify telekinesis, as you can tell, but it’s really just focusing power that already exists. You have that power within you already. You just haven’t had the training.”
"So, what does that mean?"
“It means you’re someone to be feared, Vania.”
“Feared?”
“Absolutely.”
“By whom?”
By me…
“By Tarsine and his troops.” I rolled away from her. “Let’s get moving. We really should take advantage of the storm. And I need to check in with Kajo and my Trio.”
She nodded and started putting her clothes back on.
The storm traced her silhouette like a divine goddess, and I had to force myself to look away. My heart urged me to hold her again and to never leave this cavern… But I could feel the anxious troops below me, waiting for my orders and demanding my authority.
This Earthling was frightening, indeed.
Thirteen
Jase
“What else have we learned?” I signaled for the next one of Tarsine’s soldiers to be brought forward as the third of the unconscious men was taken away. The last two were women. I was sure they would break just as easily. These salt hills were perfect. We could read their minds within the salt hills, but none of their telepathic cries for help would reach outside. We could inflict whatever pain we wanted, but there was no help coming for them…
And still, the storm raged outside. I was putting a 30 minute limit on the remainder of our interrogation attempts. It was getting close to the rendezvous time formerly agreed upon by the four deployed Spec Ops teams. They were all required to report back to their transports after five hours of searching, in order to receive an update on the search. Hopefully, I would have been found by then. Thankfully: I had been, by Axis and his Seawards.
“Tarsine is sending incredible numbers to assault our Spec Ops teams. Somehow he knows of our four teams out here. He knows that the Trio is out here as well. He knows that there were a few survivors who escaped with a stolen Bordash speeder, led by your Trios. The Bordash will be combing the hills.”
“But, they won’t be searching until the rain stops, right? Praise be to their gods, and all that.”
“I don’t know, he sent out two teams of his Seven units already, seeking out myself and the Earthling. What’s to say he won’t send more?”
“Burns beer and wages.”
“What was that? What did she say?”
Cassala squeezed a little more on the IV bag of blotin serum, an inhibition-lifter. “He doesn't care for the gods. He is giving us burns beer and wages. Or he threatens us. But we must take you alive. You and the Trios. He wants the Trios alive. For his stables. Because the Trios are cows.” The Bordash woman giggled, and her eyes rolled back in her head, over-drugged.
Cassala looked at LeiLei. Axis and I grinned and couldn’t help laughing, but jumped forward to stop the two women as they moved to hit the soldier for her insult.
“Remember, the Bordash are farmers. Maybe cows are revered…”
“Screw you, Alpha. With all due respect,” Cassala said sharply.
Axis stopped laughing and tapped his chin, turning back to me. “Sounds like they are being given increased wages and whatever burns beer is to go out in this storm, searching
