Missed Your Lips

Chapter 9 – Consumption


Morning couldn’t arrive soon enough for me. Where I had slept all day, I ended up staying awake most of the night. I heard bits and pieces of conversations coming from the living room, but I didn’t care enough to eavesdrop. I just stared out the dark window, watching the full moon’s reflection upon the lake. It was easier to see through the trees that had already dropped their fall leaves, and I imagined the ground outside was a colorful carpet of red, orange, and yellow.

I eventually made my way back to the bed, and sleep came to my aid. I had my first dream-free night in a long time. No visions of the past invaded my slumber, and I was thankful when I woke the following morning to find I was fully rested. On the other hand, I discovered that my sleep had overstayed it’s welcome when I found Blitz in the bed with me. Well, he was actually on top of the covers, and as far on the edge as he could get. I didn’t remember hearing him come in, or even feel him lie down. But with a guest sleeping in the other room, there was nowhere else for him to rest.

Quietly I went to the living room, and found our guest missing. But what I managed to find were some clothes draped over the back of the couch. They weren’t my clothes, but they would do for the moment. Since I had spent most of the previous day sleeping, I figured a shower was in order. However, it’s hard to take a proper shower by the single light of a lantern. I took time to look at my appearance in the mirror, and I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My eyes were dark circles, and my hair was flat. Six days of no makeup, no hairspray, and no consistent sleep played Hell with a girl’s looks. I looked like some of the girls when they come back after a night of spending they’re hard-earned money at competing bars. I fingered my necklace, watching the gems shine in the fire’s light. Their sparkles bounced off the walls, and made me smile. I brushed my teeth, and pulled back my black hair that had lost its healthy shine.

While standing in the living room, I crawled into a cropped white t-shirt and a pair of blue workout pants. They felt like some of the clothes I had worn at the club, nice and form fitting. Once again, I had to forego the undergarments. I did not have the chance to pack any for our escape, so all I had was the dirty pair that I had flung under the bathroom sink. But considering why I was here, they were certainly not a necessity.

I decided to investigate the lake this morning. The carpet of leaves that I imagined the night before was still there this morning, so I didn’t bother with shoes. I liked the feel of them gently crunching under my feet, and I was careful to avoid any sticks or acorns for fear of tearing my feet open. The air was cool and crisp, and the breeze was just light enough to make me want a jacket. The lake was situated about fifty yards from the cabin, and as I got closer, I saw a boat dock, and a man sitting on its edge.

“If you’re trying to sneak up on me, you’ve failed!” Steven yelled to me.

I just laughed as I made my way onto the dock. The wood was very cool on my feet, and as I got closer, I saw that he was actually fishing. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said, taking a seat next to him. “How long have you been out here?”

“Since before the sun came up,” he said, reeling in some of his line. “I didn’t want to miss the prime fishing hours.”

I looked down into the murky water, but couldn’t see any fish swimming by. “Don’t you sleep?”

Steven shook his head. “I don’t require sleep, thanks to my upgrades. I am made to stay awake for hours, waiting and watching for my prey. Since we were a small group, I was the one who always had guard duty, so I’m used to it.”

We sat in silence for some time, and I contemplated everything that had happened up to this point. I understood the fact that I was something different, but I didn’t know how I actually functioned. I knew that Blitz had something to do with me, and possibly even my past, but I couldn’t ask him about it. It was a struggle just to carry on a normal conversation with him. If I was going to get any answers, this was the man who would give them to me.

“Steven,” I said, drawing my knees into my body. “What happened to me yesterday?”

He took a moment to reel in his line, then recast it to the side of the dock, away from both of us. “I assume you know what you are by now?” he asked, and gave him a small nod. “Well, the things you need are directly linked to your brain, specifically the area that controls your basic functions. For instance, if you don’t eat, your body will eventually shut down for lack of energy. I guess your mind decided it didn’t have enough to eat, so it was forcing you to feed it.”

“So, what you’re saying is if I don’t get sex on a regular basis, my brain will just shut down?” I asked. “Does that make any sense to you?”

“Look, I don’t know all the details,” he said. “All we could ever learn about you was that somewhere along the way, you had surgery on your brain. We didn’t know the reasons behind it, but things got switched around inside. When we found you, we thought you were dead at first. No one in our group had ever encountered someone like you before, and when you were rescued, we just assumed you were a corpse. Blitz tried to give you mouth-to-mouth, but as soon as he touched you, you were alive and moving. It was only later we figured out that you were part of a secret military experiment. By asking the right questions of the right people, we discovered how to treat your symptoms.”

“My symptoms?”

“Right, the heat, the headaches, they’re all a part of the ‘doll’ they had created from your body. The heat is only the first symptom. If treated immediately, you’ll go back to functioning normally,” Steven said, speaking as though he had studied me for a long time. “However, if you reach the headache stage, you either need to have sex immediately, or have your mind tricked with a shot of stimulants straight into the brain stem to induce a fake orgasm. The only drawback with the drugs is the effect is temporary. It never lasts as long as the real thing.”

“So, my time is still coming then,” I said, my voice trailing off as I searched through my memories. “I think I’ve had dreams about some of this. Just yesterday, I dreamed about waking up in the forest. I couldn’t see who was with me, but someone was definitely there waking me. And just a few days ago, I had one about my father taking me to the doctor. They were talking about cryostasis and brain cancer…”

“Then, you do remember, at least subconsciously,” he said, patting my hand.

“But, how can I remember all of it?” I asked, feeling a tear of frustration slide down my cheek. “I know that I have some connection to Blitz, I can just feel it. I feel a buzz radiating in my body when he’s near. When he touches me, I can hear his thoughts. I was even sharing his dreams yesterday just because he was touching me in his sleep. And after all of this, he still won’t talk to me. I just feel so lost!”

Steven reeled in his line, and scooted closer to me. “He won’t talk, Synna, he’s had a rough time these past years. For him, this goes much deeper than just satisfying his lust,” he whispered, as if he expected Blitz to sneak up on us. “You can’t push him. Just realize he’s having a very hard time with this predicament, and it will only get more complicated if he doesn’t meet your expectations. He’ll come around when he’s ready.”

I wiped the tear from my face. “I wish I knew what I was supposed to do.” I got up to leave, but Steven grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t, not yet,” he started, but closed his eyes like he was in pain. He opened his eyes again, looking up toward the sky. “Your body is calling to us. I can smell it all around you. Your time is near.”

I didn’t understand, I wasn’t feeling flushed. I was just happy to be clean and not cooped up in the cabin. I wanted to ask more questions, but Steven was standing next to me, kissing me on the hand.

“I must take my leave now. Please, stay here until I’m gone. My body is just as false as his, and I don’t want to have to fight with him for your privileges,” he laughed as he walked to the end of the dock. “Just trust in him, Synna.”

So there I waited, alone on the boat dock. Surrounded by the open sky and the dark lake, I felt so small. My problem seemed very large since it encompassed two complete strangers, yet the only solution that presented itself was very simplistic. Feed the hunger, do what I was created for. But this was so much more for my partner. I knew he wanted no part of this, and I hated that he was forced into this position. I didn’t know how to make this easy for him. But with the sound of an engine revving and the truck leaving with only one occupant, I realized I didn’t have time to ponder any longer. I was trapped between my unpredictable needs and a man who had no desire to satisfy them.

~*~*~

The bathroom door was closed, and the sound of running water gave me a small amount of comfort. I wasn’t aware of how afraid I was until I stepped into the cabin and found him behind a closed door. I wasn’t ready to face him. I wasn’t prepared to handle this situation that was so basic to human nature. Hell, I was created for this moment, and that thought scared the hell out of me.

That was when I saw it, the open journal on the couch, taunting me. I looked at the small vestige of his past for only a moment, and then kept walking until I reached the bedroom. He may have left it there for me intentionally, but if not, I didn’t want to incur his wrath because I couldn’t contain my curiosity. In the bedroom, I found that my side of the bed was still rumpled, so I set about making the bed tidy again. I was fluffing the pillows when the water shut off. I heard the shower curtain pulled back, and some shuffling inside before Blitz emerged in a blast of warm, moist air.

He had wrapped a single towel around his waist, and his hair hung heavy as it dripped a trail along the hardwood floor. The muscles in his chest and stomach moved like silk underneath his wet skin, and I had an image of myself licking every single drop away. I let out a small sigh while trying to contain my lurid thoughts, and he stopped short when he saw me on the other side of the bed. I watched him breathe, and the first workings of lust flashed in his steely eyes.

“Privacy?” he asked, looking quickly to the floor to avoid eye contact. But he wasn’t fast enough. I saw that he wanted me, regardless of his false act of embarrassment. My lust continued to flicker under my skin, needling me for relief.

“Fine,” I said, approaching him slowly, swaying my hips as I moved. I passed close enough for the skin of our arms to touch. “It’s not like I haven’t seen what you have to offer.”

Before I could take another step, Blitz grabbed my arm and flung me onto the bed, pinning me with his own body. What could you possibly know of it!, he shouted into my mind as he held both of my arms above my head. His hair and body was still dripping with water, now onto me, soaking my top. The thin fabric was becoming translucent as his face inched closer to mine, his lips a mere breath away from my own.

I don’t, I said, keeping his eyes on me. But if this is what it takes to make you tell me, then so be it!

At that moment, the heat was on me, and my skin flared to life and threatened to engulf me. I thrust upward against his body, and he released my arms and jumped from the bed.

“Sweet Goddess,” he whispered. “What have they done to you?”

I barely heard his words as the wave passed. I heard him take a deep breath and shudder as he exhaled. I sat up on the bed and pulled my hair free from its holder. While shaking out my long locks, I stood up and quietly walked toward him. For every step I made, he took one back until he made contact with the wall. I reached out for him, placing one hand on his chest. His skin was still warm and damp from the shower. I traced a line down the center of his chest with my finger, across the tendons that separated his stomach muscles. I watched his face, but he refused to look at me, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead. He tensed under my touch, even stopped breathing for a moment when my finger reached the edge of his towel.

I can’t help it, I whispered to him. I feel compelled to touch you. My body craves it, and deep down inside, I know I don’t want to stop.

He looked down on me then, and wrapped me in his arms, crushing me to his chest. I breathed in his scent, and the aroma of his soap comforted me. Safety, home, I thought. But it wasn’t sating me, and I started to cling tighter to him, trying to rub all of his scent on my flesh and clothing. With each deep breath, I left a kiss behind. The higher I climbed, the more the kisses turned to nips. By the time I reached his neck, I was on my tiptoes. I licked from the pit of his throat to the sinewy juncture of his neck. His hands were in my hair, massaging my scalp. The act was not meant to stop me, but to prod me forward.

I felt his arms let go of me, and his hands released my hair. He caressed my sides, sending chills through my skin. I locked eyes with him, seeking direction from him. He gave a sly smile as his fingers slowly came back up, catching on the edge of my wet shirt. I raised my arms, and allowed him to slip the wet garment off of me, throwing it across the room. The room’s cool air hit my dampened skin, making the tips of my breasts ache. I touched them in curiosity, sending strange sensations to my nether regions.

“Here,” he said out loud. “Let me help with that.”

Blitz wrapped his hands around my hips, and hoisted me upwards. The move seemed so natural, and I curled my legs around his waist to help with my weight. Together, he carried me backwards, his face at eye-level with my chest. He stopped at the edge, and carefully leaned forward, laying me gently on the bed. I started to unwrap my legs when his lips were on me. I cried out as he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, the suddenness of the act catching me off-guard. He let a chuckle slip past his lips, and the vibrations sent another round of chills down below.

What are you doing to me?, I whispered as he started to toy with my left nipple, rubbing it between his fingers.

“Don’t,” he said, pulling gently on my nipple with his teeth. “I want to hear you out loud. I want all of nature’s creatures to hear your pleasure.”

My mind and body were separating as we lied on the bed. My brain told me that I didn’t understand these feelings, but my skin hummed with desire, begging this man to take all of it and make it his own. The more he suckled on my breast, the tighter my stomach got. I moved so my body could rub against him, especially the juncture between my legs. With each nip, I itched for more contact.

With a small pop, he stopped playing with my breasts, and began to lick a trail down my stomach. “What do you need from me?” he whispered along my flesh, his breath warm against my damp skin.

His hands moved downward with him, grabbing at the waist of my pants. “I don’t know,” came from my lips, but my voice was so strained that I almost didn’t recognize it as my own. “But I think we may find out soon.”

Before I could get used his lips, he jerked the pants from me, pulling them all the way past my knees and tossing them across the room to join my discarded shirt. The room was still cool, but not enough to chill my heated skin. Blitz returned to me, this time licking along the inside of my bare thigh. I moaned as he got closer to my core, and I prayed to the Goddess that this torture would end.

I heard him take another deep breath. “Hmmm, what do we have here?” he asked just before he gently blew air into my folds. The contrast of his cool breath against my heated core sent the ache of unsatisfied ecstasy up my spine.

Before I could protest, his hands were on me, separating my lips, and his mouth was sucking on the sweet spot I had found the other day. My moans were getting louder with each flick of his tongue, and I thought I would die on the bed when he put one finger inside of me, then another. My body was so tense that I imagined I might explode.

“Is something wrong?” Blitz asked. I had been so caught up in my own needs that I hadn’t felt him climb onto the bed. Looking down between us, I found his towel missing and his body erect, ready to help me.

I looked back at him, a flicker of shame crossed through my mind. Though my body was primed and ready, something inside my head still told me this was wrong. It was only my scent forcing this man to obey his most primal needs. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered, not trusting my own voice anymore.

Blitz could smell her apprehension mixing with the perfume of her heat, but for the both of them, it was too late to turn back. He couldn’t tell her that if they didn’t finish what they had started, she could very well die, and it would be a very painful death.

Blitz lowered his body closer to hers, his head positioned at her entrance as he lied on top of her. He whispered in her ear, “You knew this was inevitable. Now let me finish what we’ve started, for the both of us.”

Before she could protest further, Blitz thrust forward. She moaned loudly as he entered her all the way to the hilt. She was wrapped so tightly around him, her walls tense from her body’s need to release. She was so wet already, and he slid easily from her cavity before plunging in again. He kept up the slow pace, trying to keep his body from releasing before hers.

“More…” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him. “I…need……more….”

Blitz watched her body rock beneath him. Taking her cue, he reached around to grab her left leg and draped it over his shoulder. Leaning closer to her, he began to pump faster and deeper with the modified position. Synna’s body arched as pleasure coursed through her veins. She never dreamed she could do something like this, and now that she was learning, she wasn’t sure she could stop. Her body was tightening up, as in preparation for her release, when she remembered something.

Synna grabbed Blitz by the buttocks, halting his assault on her body. “Wait, wait,” she said, breathlessly. “I want to try something.”

Blitz raised an eyebrow as he looked at her flushed face. She only smiled as she moved her legs away from him, and patted the bed beside her. “I want what I saw in your dream,” she stated, not leaving any room for argument.

Slowly, Blitz removed himself from her body, his erection covered in her juices and still throbbing for release. Synna felt a moment of loneliness at his absence, but she knew it was just her body’s natural reaction. He complied with her wishes, lying flat on his back with his cock pointing to the ceiling. Immediately she straddled his hips, hovering just above his body.

She lowered herself close enough to feel his head at her entrance. “Let’s see,” she cooed, leaning over so her hair created a curtain to shield the two lovers from the daylight. “Was it something like this?”

Blitz opened his mouth to provide instructions, but before the words could leave his mouth, she dropped her body down onto his erection. He heard a groan come up through her chest, and her head rolled backward. As much as he wanted her to enjoy her dominant position, he couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing her hips, he started to move her body up and down, thrusting upward as her body crashed down. Every time their bodies slammed together, she felt the ecstasy ripple through her skin and breathe renewed life into her veins.

“I know you’re enjoying this,” he said, dragging her attention away from the delicious sensations. “But if you don’t let me….take over….we’ll never finish.”

Synna focused on the man underneath her. His fine white hair spread out beneath him like a set of feathery wings. His breathing was becoming labored in anticipation of the release they both so desperately needed.

She leaned toward him again, her ass rising higher away from him while her face was mere inches away from his own. “Don’t hold yourself back on my account,” she whispered. “Give me what you’ve got.”

Blitz thrust upward again into her stationary body, and she managed to just catch her balance with her arms before she flew off of the bed. He grabbed her hips again, and pumped hard into her body. She squeezed him so exquisitely that with each push into her warm, moist core, he came closer to release. As he felt the pressure build to near critical levels, he heard her moans grow louder until she finally screamed his name. She squeezed him so tight in her orgasm that he came only moments after her own. His hands gripped tighter on her hips, keeping her still as he milked himself with her body in slow, languid pumps.

With his body spent, he released his grip on her body and collapsed back onto the bed. She remained above him just long enough for his body to relax, and then laid her own exhausted body on top of his own.

“Well,” she said, her head lying on his chest as she tried to catch her breath. “When do we start round two?”

Blitz’s arms came around her as he laughed. It was something she didn’t remember hearing before, and she found his laughter very soothing. Even though there were moments when she wasn’t sure if this emotionally complicated man would come through for her, in this time and place, she was glad he had stayed with her.

Synna pushed herself up with her arms again, and wanting to show her appreciation to her sexual champion, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. They had looked so soft and inviting that she just couldn’t resist them. And the electric buzz the kiss sent through her body seemed only natural. But in the seconds that followed, she wished she hadn’t given into temptation.

She cried out as she ripped herself away from him. In her mind, all that existed was pain. Blitz could only watch with wide eyes as she fell over onto the bed, grabbing at her temples to ease the hurt. Behind her eyes, she was flooded with memories, all coming back to her at once. She saw everything she had dreamt of over the last few weeks. She saw her father leaving her at the doctor’s office. She witnessed herself waking from cryostatis and searching through the darkness for a way out. She saw herself sitting in a circle with five other men, eating a bowl of soup while chatting around a campfire. She felt the peace of sitting on the cabin’s porch in the dead of winter, drinking a cup of hot tea while wrapped up in a giant fur blanket. And she sensed her lover’s hands on her body numerous times. There was a tent in the middle of a jungle, an airplane bathroom, even a yacht floating in the ocean. But the one that really caught her attention was of him thrusting into her while standing in the aisle of a bookstore.

When the pain of remembering subsided, and complete recollection set in, she opened her eyes. Her lover was above her now, wearing a look of concern. Her face was between his clammy hands, trying to hold her still.

She reached out and touched his cheek. “Blaine, is that you?”

His eyes were clouded with fear. Words wouldn’t leave his mouth as he could only stare at her in stunned silence. Synna, what have you done?