Because I'm someone who survives now. And survival means knowing which life is worth living.
“I want you,” I tell him in the darkness. “Whatever that means in your language.”
“Vei'thar nala ketra,” he responds.
Mine-until-death-beyond-choosing.
Tomorrow, it becomes truth.
MARA
DAY 30 - DAWN
Iwake him with my mouth on his cock. Tradition now, even though my body actually let me sleep until real dawn for once.
“Morning,” he rumbles, hand finding my hair.
“Portal day morning,” I correct between licks.
“Significant?”
I pull off, look up at him. “I want you inside me when it opens.”
“Possessive.”
“Practical. Can't accidentally get sucked through if I'm impaled on your cock.”
“That's not how portals work.”
“Don't care. Want you in me at noon. Want to feel you filling me at the exact moment my other option disappears forever.”
His cock gets harder at that, and I reward it with enthusiasm. Seven orgasms from his tongue as always, then the morning breeding. But after breakfast, instead of his usual patrol, he stays.
“Nervous?” he asks.
“Anticipatory. Like Christmas morning, if Christmas was about choosing permanent alien dick.”
“Poetic.”
We spend the morning slowly building toward noon. Not desperate fucking but deliberate, thorough exploration. He maps every sensitive spot with his tongue while I trace every scar with my fingers. We've been fucking for weeks but this feels different. Ceremonial almost.
Soon he's inside me. Both cocks. Breeding in my cunt, pleasure in my ass. We're on our sides, spooned together, moving slowly. I can see the desert through the den entrance, can feel the change coming in the air.
“Fifteen minutes,” I whisper.
“Having doubts?”
“Never. Just savoring. The last fifteen minutes where leaving is theoretically possible.”
“And after?”
“After, I'm yours forever with no asterisk. No 'until the portal.' Just yours.”
He speeds up slightly, the ridges dragging perfectly. Ridge four catches just right and I moan, pushing back for more.
“Ten minutes.”
“Want to come when it opens?”
