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He exploded into light.
Exploded into heat.
Exploded into her.
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Indy felt him explode into her, above her, within her. She’d been hunched over like a dominated animal, clawing at the carpeted floor, her teeth gritted as she braced for each inward thrust, moving back to receive his entry like she wanted to take him deeper, own him like he owned her, consume him like he was consuming her.
She’d been staring back along the underside of her body, watching through her hanging breasts, past her spread-out thighs, her splintered vision centering on the breathtaking sight of Ice’s pillar of a cock entering and exiting, thrusting and turning, driving in and drawing back, the rhythm putting her into a trance so deep she forgot who she was, forgotwhatshe was, animal or air, spirit or starlight, woman or wormhole, a doorway to another dimension, a gateway to another galaxy, an entryway to insanity, an exit to eternity.
And suddenly Indy was spinning through that wormhole, shooting past that doorway, flying past that gateway, tumbling through that entryway, hurtling through the exit to a climax that had been eternally out of reach and was now upon her, Ice’s explosion triggering her own destruction, their violent union sending splinters of multi-dimensional light through her mixed-up senses that were all vision and all sound and all touch and all taste, all at once, all together, just like they were together now, just like they were one now, one animal, one spirit, one body, one soul, one emotion . . .
One love.
And as Indy came she saw it, saw their love suddenly take physical form, a blinding gleaming shining smiling creature of sobbing screaming howling clapping joy, boundless and boisterous, unlimited and unstoppable, rolling around like an exuberant infant, expanding as it giggled in cosmic ecstasy, its light and heat burning beautiful and bright to a white hot supernova of positivity that filled every space in her glowing body, leaving no space for hate to hide, no room for rage to remain, no quarter for fear to fester, no corner of her light-filled soul for that dreadful darkness to hook its broken claws and cling on.
Indy clung to the floor as her mind splintered into a thousand pieces that instantly fitted back together to form a breathtaking vision of Ice’s body fitted tight against hers from behind, emptying himself into her as the airplane hurtled through space, as the animals howled in instinctive delight, as the luggage rattled and rolled in rhythm.
“Ice, I’m . . . I can’t even . . . oh, hell, Ice . . . oh, oh,oh!”
Her eyelids flicked open and her eyes rolled up in her head as the climax thundered all the way in just as Ice shouted out his monstrous release, his hands reaching below and grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples, his cock flexing and spurting inside her, balls tightening and releasing against her behind, again and again like they were forcing out all his masculine essence, pouring his starlight into her until she shone like the sun, glowed like the moon, glimmered like the galaxies.
They came together through space and time, the plane hitting turbulence that Indy knew came from inside its shimmering shell, came from this cosmic climax that had changed the rotation of the earth, the trajectory of the moon, the paths of the planets.
Then suddenly peace.
It entered as fast as the darkness exited. For a poignant moment Indy stiffened like she’d been shocked, felt Ice locked in against her body from behind with the same startling stillness. Then with a heavy groan he collapsed on her, his weight slowly pressing her down into the soft padded earth, his cock still deep inside her as their bodies relaxed together.
Indy’s face was turned to the side, her lips moving soundlessly. Ice buried his face in her hair, his arms spread wide over her outstretched arms, their fingers entwined like forest vines.
The feral wolves surrounding them slowly turned back into domesticated dogs, panting in bewilderment before settling down until Indy wasn’t sure if they’d ever been on their feet and howling. Her vision still swirled with those drug-induced patterns, but the frenzied wired energy had settled into something smooth and silky.
They lay in awed silence for what felt like hours, days, years. Then Ice kissed her gently on the cheek from above, slowly rolled his body off hers, pulled her into him until she was snuggled against his big chest, nestled into the warm nooks of his protective body.
“How’s that headache now?” he whispered with a wicked grin, planting a wet slobbery open-mouthed kiss that covered her nose and lips and even her chin.
Indy scrunched up her face, rubbed her nose against his chest to get his wetness off it, then glared up into his sly green eyes. “It’s gone, but only because I seem to have misplaced my head. My brain, I mean.” She blinked, curling tighter into Ice as he pulled her closer, kissed her gently on the forehead. “Ice, I . . . I don’t even know how to process what just happened. It felt like . . . inside me, I mean . . . like there was something physical, solid, like . . . oh, hell, I don’t know how to even . . .”
Ice nodded against her. “I don’t either. But I felt it too, Indy. I actually saw it in my mind. I know it’s just the hallucinatory effect of the drug, but . . .”
He trailed off. Indy glanced up at him. “But what?”
Ice sighed, shook his head, relaxed resignation softening his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. The human brain is a filter most of the time. It blocks certain wavelengths of light, ignores certain ranges of sound. It’s possible that it also blocks certain other types of perception during normal consciousness. Senses that get opened up while on a drug like this. It’s still drug-induced, but maybe it’s also real. Kind of real. A little bit real. Maybe. Possibly.”
Indy raised an eyebrow, cocked her head. “Wait, who are you, and what have you done with Ice Wagner?”
Ice chuckled, sliding his hand down past the curve of her hip and smacking her gently on her bare butt. He squeezed her buttcheek hard, smacked it once more, then took his hand away to look at his watch.
“Wait,” he muttered. “That can’t be right.”
Indy frowned at his raised eyebrows. “What?”
“We’ve been airborne for six hours already.”
Indy stared, then shook her head. “We must have blacked out for a few hours after . . . afterthat.”
“Or during,” Ice whispered before shaking his head and shrugging. He took a breath, a sudden flash of concern coming over him. “Headache jokes aside, are you feeling all right, Indy?”