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He sets me down into the water, but keeps my hand in his. I don’t mind wading in the cool flow, but I do take a second when he pulls me toward the waterfall itself and leads me right through the curtain of water where the flow is obstructed a little by an outcropping of rock which breaks up the intensity of the waterfall. We are both instantly soaked, and I let out a shriek of surprise, though I have to admit it feels much better to have some cool water splashing over my still hot cheeks. I haven’t pulled my britches up, I’m following him with my butt out to the world, not because I have no shame, but because right now it feels as though the two of us are the world.
Beyond the waterfall is a cave. It is cast in darkness, the light of day muted by the flowing water. We step around a corner, then another one, winding through the rocky tunnel. I expect to be overcome by darkness, but we are not.
“Oh my…”
The depths of the cave are lit with an incredible glow, a sort of natural incandescence. I’ve heard of this sort of place before. Sometimes, when caves are really wet and warm, they can grow a form of fungus which glows in the dark.
The floor is like a carpet which fades where our feet fall, then slowly returns to full luminescence a moment or two later, so it looks as though we are tracking through another world.
“You’re glowing!” I exclaim.
“Spores.” He says, brushing my cheek. “They get all over you. Don’t worry, they’re not dangerous. Or if they are, they’re the sort of dangerous you don’t notice until it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“That’s… not that reassuring,” I say.
“Remember this place,” he says. “This is a place only I know about. I’ve never shown anybody else, and I don’t intend to show anyone else either. This is ours. If you ever get into trouble, or if we’re ever separated, you can come here. You will be safe. The birds can’t see this place and the radiation from the mushrooms blocks Imperium technology.”
“You know there’s no way I will ever find this place again without you.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to stay close to me,” he rumbles, the stubble of his cheek rubbing against mine as he presses his lips to mine softly, and then again with more urgency. Humiliation has become another kind of heat between my soaked thighs. Now the press of his hard body is stimulating rather than imprisoning, and his touch makes me arch toward him. I want him to touch me. I want him to take me.
This place is magical. I can feel it enveloping us, the delicate brightness of the mushroom spores transporting me away from the troubles of my life. It is almost as if I am already out among the stars, the two of us floating in an intense darkness which sparks here and there with life.
“Let me show you how much I want you,” he murmurs, letting me slip down enough to kick my pants off.
There’s no time to be churlish about being spanked. I did ask for it, and I can still feel the bristle of his face on the soft palm of my own hand. He kisses me and lifts me high, one metal arm, one flesh holding me aloft before I am impaled on the rod of his lust, taken like the animal I am.
The first time we joined, it was transcendent. This time it is more earthly. The illusion of the first time is gone. I am no longer a virgin losing her innocence. Now I am an ingenue discovering greater complexity. My body knows how to prepare for him, and when he sheathes himself inside me, my inner muscles know how to ripple along the length of his hard cock, drawing him deeper, trying to hold him when he pulls out. I want to tell him that he cannot leave me, that there is no escaping the tight grip of my body, or the chains of my love, but I know better than to speak.
This is a negotiation of bodies, a writhing of hard flesh inside soft sex. This is the coming together I have needed from the moment he last pulled free of me, a pounding, turgid, animal mating which takes place over the course of hours in that dark cave where time does not exist.
I find myself on my hands and knees, the glowing spores between my spread fingers as Orion plunges inside me from behind, every stroke of his cock accompanying a slap of his hips against my tender haunches. I am an animal. I am a woman. I am his, a vessel for his pleasure and my own. We are both making grunting sounds as his big hands grip my hips, keeping me in place, caught between the animal and the divine.
