Page 38 of Prison Moon
He took her hand, pressed a kiss to her knuckles and guided her back to his cave.
The sun had completely set while they’d been in the pool and the two smaller moons that orbited the larger planet shined in the starlit sky. They seemed to sit one on top of the other, one in buttery yellow, the other a deep orange. It was still strange seeing them after looking up at the Earth’s brilliant white moon all her life.
The muted light shining down on this strange moon she now had to call home made everything glow. She headed for the entrance, Toren trailing along beside her. Staring out across the yellow and orange washed world below the mountain, it seemed as if they were the only two people here but in the distance, she could see small dots of light here and there. Campfires if she had to guess. Seeing them made her wonder where Marcy was. Had she found shelter or had one of those—things—caught her? Guilt made her chest ache and she knew she’d never be able to get rid of it until she knew she was safe. Had she found food? Someplace safe to sleep or had she been sleeping under a tree somewhere, alone and scared, or surrounded by strange aliens and used in ways she didn’t want to think about.
“You are sad.”
She nodded, staring at the distance flickers of campfires. “My friend Marcy is still out there somewhere.” He didn’t reply but she didn’t expect him to.
He tugged on her hand and pulled her away from the entrance and toward the back of the cavern. The fire had burned to ash but the light from the moon filtered in enough she could see. The area the hoard sat was dark as the alcove was hidden from view of the entrance. Toren pulled everything from the baskets and unrolled the pallet bed. It was still thin but if they laid it on the hoard, it might not be so bad here. She headed that way and motioned for him to follow before starting up. He growled behind her and she grinned as she climbed bare ass naked to the top of that shifting pile of jewels, metals, and what she now knew were dragon scales.
She managed to settle in about halfway up and turned to lay on her back, throwing her arms up over her head. He climbed the hoard pile with little problem, tossing down the pallet bed beside her and stretched out on top of her. The tinkling chimes of the coins shifting and moving underneath her, the slight chill they caused against her back and the heat of Toren’s body pressing down the length of her front felt—decadent.
He kissed her neck, licked a path to her ear and whispered, “Out of all the jewels I have gathered, you are my greatest treasure, my lovely Sarra.”
She shivered. He stared down at her like she was the only thing in his world. The air filled with spicy sweetness, his skin heating again until he felt feverish. It was cooler this far up the mountain but laying like this, hidden in this alcove with Toren’s naked flesh pressed so close, there was no way she’d get cold.
He shifted, his dreamy eyes caressing every inch of her face before settling between her legs and rubbing his cock through her folds. When he slid inside her again, the hoard shifting underneath them, they both grinned. This was going to be fun.
* * *
If it weren’t for the fact he would have to keep leaving to find food and water, he’d keep Sarra here forever.
Toren was leaned back against the wall, watching as she braided thin strips of cloth together. She’d spent an entire day washing all the garments he’d taken from the camp he raided and then pulled apart the larger pieces to refashion them to better suit her. A wide strip was wound around her torso covering her breasts, the material knotted between them. That knot pushed her breasts together and seeing the indention between them made him think of pressing his cock there, then pushing deeper until he slid inside her mouth in hopes she’d suck him like she often liked to do.
He’d had her twice already today and it still didn’t seem like enough. He turned his head and looked at their supplies. The meat from the teshen was all but gone even though they’d both been eating very light. He didn’t think Sarra wanted their time here to end either. She seemed content. With the look on her face now he’d even say she was happy. She looked up as if she felt him watching her and smiled. He stood and crossed to where she was, then scooped her off the floor, smiling as she squealed.
“Whareyuoin?”
He ignored her strange words and carried her to their bed amongst his treasure and tossed her down on the thin pallet of blankets. Her laughter echoed off the wall as he pushed the material she had belted around her waist away, then grabbed her legs and spread them, nipping at her thighs before kissing that soft, pink flesh he found between them. Her laughter died as a moan spilled from her lips, her hips raising as she dug the fingers on both hands into his hair, holding him to her. She rocked her hips as he licked her, swirling his tongue around the tiny bead of flesh she liked sucked before dipping down into the center of her, her gasp as he fucked her with his tongue loud and filled with so much pleasure he grew hard at the sound of it.
She locked eyes with him and rode his face, her fingers in his hair guiding him where she wanted him. He stared at her, licked her from bottom to top, then repeated the action three more times before sucking that pearl of flesh into his mouth until her legs were shaking, then speared her with his tongue. He couldn't get enough of her. Craved the taste of her cunt, ached to hear her whisper his name as if it were a prayer.
Her legs closed, her warm thighs trapping his head as her breaths came quicker, her hips rocking faster until she screamed, her body convulsing. He lapped up every drop of her pleasure until she pushed him away, her legs jerking as he crawled over her, fumbled with the ties on the pants he wore and guided himself inside her. He sucked in a breath at the heat, her muscles still contracting, squeezing around his cock as he drove in as deep as he could go, then pulled out and pushed back in.
Soft cries were panted out by his ear, her arms and legs closing around him to hold him to her and her nails scoring his back made his balls draw in tight, chills running laps up and down his spine before his grip on her tightened. His need for her tore his self-control away before he was spilling inside her.
It took long minutes for him to catch his breath, for the heat riding his body to cool. Sarra’s hold on him never loosened, her face buried against his neck, her arms clenched across his back, her hands tight on his shoulders.
When he was able to move, he lifted his head and kissed her, brushing his mouth over her lips in long, slow licks and nips. Sarra sighed, her feet sliding down the back of his legs to rest on his calves.
He leaned up, bracing his weight on one elbow. “I need to go find more food.”
She stilled and inhaled a deep breath.
“The water is low as well. I do not like leaving you here but fear taking you with me. If I am seen again, they have ways to shoot me from the sky.” Her eyes widened. “It’s my greatest fear in taking you. You falling from the sky would not be a pleasant death. But if I go alone, and something happens and I can’t get back, you will be trapped here.”
Worry filled her eyes as she looked toward the cave entrance. She was weighing the options. Go and risk being seen then shot down or stay and possibly get trapped where the food and water will eventually run out.
As much as he wanted to protect her, he couldn’t guarantee her safety this time so, he’d let the decision be hers.
Long spans of time ticked by as she stared toward the entrance. Toren brushed her hair from her face and watched her. When she finally looked at him, she exhaled and said something, then pointed to the hoard beneath her.
“You want to stay here?”
She nodded. The thought made his stomach cramp. If he didn’t make it back—
Sarra kissed him before the grim thoughts changed his mind about going. They’d been here for days upon days and even though they had been blissful, Dra’lera was always on his mind. That’s where they needed to be. He should have already taken her. His own selfish desire to keep her where nothing could harm her was the only reason they were still here.