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Coupling and Conversation - Part 5
Beth tried to get her breathing under control. She could feel herself starting to hyperventilate and had to cover her mouth to prevent a nervous giggle from escaping her lips.
Khan had just realized her trick. She could hear his dark laughter echoing from the right-hand tunnel where she had smeared her scent all over the walls of the cave, rubbing her body against the rocks and wiping them with wetness from between her legs. She'd known he would be drawn to the smell immediately, would scarcely try to sense her in any other way. Beth had grown up avoiding timber wolves in the forests of Alaska; she knew how to avoid being something's dinner.
She lowered herself into a pool of water a few yards inside the center tunnel. It was chest-deep and freezing cold and she clenched her teeth to stop them chattering as she held onto the side and waited. The water would cover her scent and if she was feeling brave she might even duck her head under the surface when Khan went past.
It excited Beth to think of him tracking her, even if it was just a game. That had been her main reason for suggesting hide-and-seek; she wanted to bring out the hunter in him. He was too tentative with her sometimes, and she wanted him to know he didn't have to hide any part of who he was. She understood that somewhere inside him was a predator he wanted to keep away from her. She had experienced it on the shuttle and felt it in him sometimes still – in the way he tended to hold onto her a second or two longer than necessary, the way he wanted to see her eyes when he entered her - and if she was honest with herself, nothing aroused Beth more than the idea of Khan fully sharing that side of himself with her.
A circle of light skimmed across the wall above her and she ducked her head instinctively, lowering her chin and mouth into the water. The only thing she could hear was blood rushing in her ears and the soft trickling of the stream that ran along the wall of the tunnel. But she knew Khan was close, and getting closer. Keeping her eyes open she took a slow, deep breath and lowered herself under the water. A moment later there was a flash of light that hesitated for a few seconds on the surface, reflecting and refracting in the pool. Then it swept in an arc back up the wall, and as it continued moving along the tunnel Beth raised her head again and fought the instinct to gasp for air.
She could see Khan's silhouette moving behind the flashlight. He was walking quickly, but silently, his knees bent, hunched forward in a slight crouch. He was still naked and as he turned sideways to shine the flashlight down a side tunnel Beth could clearly see the outline of his erection. It was just as she'd fantasized but she felt suddenly unnerved at the sight of him stalking her while fully aroused.
When he'd turned the corner, she pushed up on her arms and slid out of the water. She grinned, fighting the urge to laugh again as she imagined how Khan would react when she told him he had walked right past her.
She picked up the lamp she'd hidden behind a rock and quietly got to her feet. Walking on her toes and shivering and telling herself she would soon be plenty warm, she followed after Khan before the glow of his flashlight could disappear completely. She knew the path he would take: down that side tunnel and then left into a large chamber full of rock formations. It would be the perfect place for a game of cat and mouse, ending with her surrender. After all, what was the point of playing hide-and-seek if she didn't let him find her at some point?
Khan frowned as he shone the flashlight left and right. To the left he could see an opening with a cluster of tall stalagmites just inside. It would be a logical hiding place, but it was upwind of the draft blowing through the tunnel and he couldn't smell Beth at all anymore. To the right there was just more darkness and smooth walls with no place for her to conceal herself. It didn't make sense; there weren't that many directions for her to go.
He'd been fooled once in the right-most tunnel, and then in the center tunnel he'd been so sure he'd felt her energy in the air, but so far she had managed to evade him. She must be moving around, trying to stay one step ahead of him. As frustrating as that was, Khan couldn't help but be impressed. It would make it all the better when he finally caught up to her.
Then Khan heard something… barely there… something soft moving across something hard and rough. It might have been a small animal but there was weight behind the noise. He knew it was Beth's hand trailing across the wall of one of the tunnels. There was also dripping water. It was irregular and separate to the dripping in other parts of the cave, and it was getting closer. Khan tilted his head, turning it to hear even better. Beth wasn't one step ahead of him, she was one step behind, literally; she was coming up the tunnel he'd just taken.
Khan turned his flashlight off and moved quietly away from the tunnel. It took a long time for his eyes to adjust to the extreme darkness, but eventually he began to see vague shadows of dark rocks against dark walls. When Beth finally appeared in the opening of the tunnel her pale skin seemed to glow by comparison. She was soaking wet and trembling with cold or nerves. Khan immediately realized that she had submerged herself in the pool of water he'd just passed in the center tunnel. He had to suppress the bark of laughter rising up from his chest. Her mother would be proud.
The water on Beth's skin seemed to sparkle to Khan's eyes, making her even more luminescent. Her lips and nipples and the hair between her legs were very dark by contrast and Khan felt his erection throb for her as he stared.
She held the lamp in her left hand and reached out with her right, feeling her way along the walls, completely blind in the dark tunnel. Khan fought the urge to just fall on her and take her hard on the ground. It was his right, but he was enjoying her nervous fumbling too much, enjoying that he could see her and smell her and feel her energy so clearly, and she had no idea he was even there.
Keeping himself at a distance he followed Beth into the cavern on the left. When her outstretched hand closed around one of the stalagmites by the entrance it seemed to confirm something to her and she moved with more confidence, finding and stepping around a large pillar of rock. She stopped and waited with her back against it. Khan moved closer to her – so close he could just touch her if he wanted to. How could she not feel the heat and desire radiating from him? But she just stared into the darkness, right through him, her eyes wide and unblinking as Khan put his left hand on the porous rock beside her shoulder.
She smelled mouth-watering to him, like minerals and clean skin, and again with the trace of honey. He could barely stand to be so close to her without touching her, without putting his lips on her. She was already aroused again – he could smell that too – and she kept moving back and forth on her feet with nerves or excitement, or to stay warm.
Khan leaned even closer - closer than should have been possible without being detected. Her heart was racing, he could hear its echo in her breaths as she tried to keep them shallow and quiet. She licked her lips and gave a sigh and ran a hand down her waist, resting it on her hip. It was too much for him. He had to touch her. He had to have her.
He dropped the flashlight to the rocky ground and the sound was so loud it was like a bomb going off behind him. Beth jumped, gasping in fright, and turned to get away from the noise. She ran right into Khan's outstretched left arm and by the time she turned around his right arm was caging her in on the other side. She yelped, stumbling into his body, completely disoriented. She felt him with her hands and Khan enjoyed the range of emotions on her face as it slowly dawned on her that she was found, and trapped, and completely his.
She turned her lamp onto the lowest setting and held it between them. Khan swatted it out of her grasp, partly because the light hurt his eyes, but mostly because it was in his way. He reached his hand between Beth's legs and smiled at her shock as he groped her unceremoniously.
"Khan…"
She was so wet that touching her was like opening a floodgate and her juices ran freely down his fingers. She had never been more ready for him.
Keeping his hand on her sex, Khan put his other hand behind her and lifted Beth off her feet. He leaned her back against the pillar and relished her expression as she looked down at his straining manhood and realized that there would be no kissing this time, no caressing, no gently-probing fingers to ease her into things. He was going to fuck her - right now - and there was nothing she could do about it.
Lowering her down and pushing up at the same time, Khan's whole body strained to get his cock as deep inside Beth as possible. She gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he gripped her buttocks and ground her against the rock. As wet as she was, she felt incredibly swollen and tight and Khan shuddered at the intense, constricting pleasure of her pussy enveloping him.
It took several seconds before he could manage any kind of movement, and when he finally pulled his cock out it dragged agonizingly against the clasping walls of her sex.
"Ohh," Beth moaned, raising her legs to give him better access, dropping her head forward to be closer to him as he pumped slowly in and out of her, moving his hips from side to side to feel her from all angles.
She moaned again and clamped her mouth onto his neck. She sucked his skin hard, biting down as her hands pulled him closer, urging him forward.
Khan felt the pain of her teeth unlock something in him and any lingering caution disappeared. He braced his feet on the smooth ground and tilted her pelvis up and began to fuck her in earnest - harder and harder, faster and deeper - until he was pounding her mercilessly against the rock. He moved his hands to cover her tailbone, protecting it as much as he could, but he could feel himself losing control in the heat of her, in the frenzy of wanting to experience as much of her as possible. Beth cried out each time he rammed into her soft and yielding body, and Khan could hear discomfort creeping into those cries of pleasure, but still he could not hold himself back.
Even when he heard a loud crack echoing in his ears, he ignored it. Even when he knew Beth was slipping out of his hands, he just gripped her tighter and kept going. He could not see straight, could not think straight - all he knew was being inside Beth was the best feeling he had ever experienced and he didn't want it to end - he barely noticed as the pillar of rock behind her back snapped in half and they both went crashing through it.
Somehow Khan managed to turn them at the last moment so he landed hard on the ground with Beth on top of him. But he lost hold of her and his cock slipped out of her as she rolled away to the side. The separation was more painful than having rocks rain down on top of him and Khan clambered over the rubble to where she was laying on the ground.
Beth coughed as a cloud of rock dust settled around her. She looked up, blinking grit out of her eyes, and saw Khan kneeling over her. His face was full of lust and hunger in the lamp light, but there was concern in his voice when he asked her if she was hurt. She shook her head and managed a weak smile.
"No, I'm okay." She knew she sounded unsure, but it was not because of the fall or because Khan had managed to pound her through a column of solid rock. Her whole groin throbbed with an aching pleasure that bordered on painful, but as she looked down at Khan's imposing erection, all she wanted was to have him back inside her.
"Then roll over," he commanded. "Get on your knees."
Before she could comply, he put his hands on her legs and turned her onto her stomach. Beth whimpered but pushed herself up on her hands and looked back to watch Khan move forward to kneel between her legs. He took hold of her hips, raising her up to his cock, rubbing the head up and down her slit until it found what it was looking for, and pressed against her wet opening.
It was then that Beth pulled herself forward, surprising Khan and twisting herself out of his grip. He grunted his displeasure and reached for her again, but Beth crawled away from him, avoiding his hands. His eyes flickered to her face, his brows furrowing in annoyance, and he moved forward to match her, wrapping one hand around her calf to hold her in place.
Beth rolled onto her side and put her other foot on Khan's chest, keeping him at a distance. His expression was part confused, part angry, even a little hurt, but completely dangerous. He didn't advance any further - he just stared down at Beth, his eyes raking up and down her body. She knew she was playing with fire, but she gave Khan what she hoped was her best seductive smile.
"It's okay. I'll tell you if I want you to stop."
He seemed taken back, but only for a moment. And then Beth could see the conflict in his face, but again only for a moment. She knew he wanted this, possibly more than he realized, but probably not as much as her. She wanted to be overwhelmed by his desire, she wanted to feel his most basic, desperate need for her. She wanted Khan to know he could possess her completely.
He tested her carefully at first, taking hold of her foot and gently moving it off his chest. Beth pulled it out of his hand and pushed it back against him, harder this time. It was like pushing against a boulder, and when he went to move it a second time he wrapped his hand around her ankle and she found it impossible to pull it out of his grasp.
Beth tried to twist her whole body under him but Khan lunged over her, moving impossibly fast. He pushed her roughly onto her stomach and forced himself back between her legs. Before she could catch her breath he was sliding himself up her body, his cock smearing her thighs with precum and her own juices. She tried to push herself up but he put his hands on her wrists, holding her down. His groan was feverish as he felt himself at her entrance again, and Beth wriggled helplessly, drawing excited growls from him that reverberated through her whole body.
He lowered his head so it was close to hers and Beth turned her face to hide from him. He released one of her wrists to grab the hair at the base of her skull, and brought her back to him. He pressed his lips against her cheek, his breath hot on her skin, and Beth trembled and struggled against the intimacy of the gesture as Khan used his weight to penetrate her.
"I love you so much," he rasped against her ear, lifting his hips and pulling himself all the way out of her, only to push himself back in again.
He was devastatingly powerful. Beth had never truly appreciated how much until she felt like a rag doll in his hands. Khan raised himself onto his knees, pulling her pelvis up as well so he could stay inside her. He fucked her slowly as she continued to struggle, putting her hands over his, scratching at his fingers, trying to pry them off her hips.
He responded by gripping her even harder, and as Beth twisted against him he moaned with undiluted pleasure and picked up his pace, thrusting relentlessly inside her, going deeper than he ever had before, pushing up against her cervix.
It both thrilled and frightened Beth to feel so weak. She had never been more aroused and she could feel an immense, explosive orgasm building up in her core. She wanted Khan to cum as well - she didn't know how much more of this she could take. She squeezed herself around his cock, intensifying the almost-painful way it rubbed along her sensitive skin.
Khan had never felt anything like it. He was so raw it almost hurt to move inside her, but Beth was making the most delicious panting, whining noises, and she was so hot, so wet, so unbelievably tight he didn't want to ever stop. He fell on top of her small body, crushing her against the hard ground. His right hand forced its way under her hip and found her clitoris. He pressed his fingers to it and humped her savagely, loving how soft and swollen and excited she was.
"Khan," she moaned.
Her hands scrabbled on the hard ground as she moved against him, but now it was to reach for her own pleasure. He could feel she was already in the beginnings of her orgasm. He couldn't believe how turned on she was by his roughness, how perfect she was for him in every conceivable way.
"Cum for me," he ordered her, kissing and licking the back of her neck, tasting the salt in her skin. "Now, Beth."
His own orgasm was starting and Khan struggled to hold it off. For a perfect moment she filled up all of his senses, overwhelming him with pleasure and love and something else even more primal and powerful than that.
Then she cried out and went completely taught beneath him and Khan let himself go, feeling a tidal wave of agonizing ecstasy wash over him as her sex pulsed and contracted wildly around his shaft.
He struggled to breathe, to maintain some shred of sanity as he gripped Beth hard, curling his whole body against her and pumping her full of his seed. He wanted to merge with her completely and as the pleasure of his orgasm ebbed away, that feeling remained. He didn't want to ever break the connection he felt to her in that moment.
Without pulling out of her, Khan wrapped his arms around Beth and rolled with her onto his side. He held onto her fiercely like she might try to leave him, or some unseen force would try to steal her away.
"I love you," he told her urgently, suddenly desperate to say the words and make her believe them. He wanted to hear them back as well and he waited, feeling a sick panic rise in his stomach as she lay silent and still in his arms. Had he gone too far? Was she too angry or offended or scared to answer?
"Beth?"
Reluctantly he pulled out of her warmth and relaxed his grip on her torso. He rolled her onto her back, not liking how limp she felt against him.
"Beth?"
Her eyes were closed but she was breathing steadily. Khan put his fingers to her neck, trying to calm himself so he didn't hurt her as he took her pulse. It was regular and strong. He ran his hands over her ribs and arms, checking for broken bones, and then pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her abdomen, trying to detect internal bleeding. He looked down at his penis to make sure there was no trace of her blood on him. No, he would have smelled that instantly. There was light bruising on her hips and arms from his fingers digging into her, but she seemed otherwise uninjured.
She must have fainted, and Khan tried to feel relieved. He decided to let her rest. He stood and retrieved her lamp, and held it between his teeth as he bent down to carefully pick Beth up off the ground. She suddenly felt incredibly fragile in his arms. He glanced around the cavern, at the rubble surrounding them and was furious with himself. He could have killed her, they could have lost the babies. How could he have been so stupid and uncontrolled with someone so valuable to him?
But even as he chastised himself Khan remembered how good and right and perfect it had felt just a few minutes earlier. He knew this experience would bond them in a new way, and that was not something he took lightly. Looking down at Beth's peaceful face, Khan realized his heart was pounding and his arms were shaking. He had never let himself need or depend on anyone so much... he had never felt so weak and vulnerable... so human... and he had never minded less.
Sorry this one took longer than usual, but I hope it was worth the wait and you enjoyed this coupling (almost no conversation at all - they barely said ten words to each other!). I count this as just one "way" - so one more chapter to go in this set :) Thanks for the reviews, and for all the new folks faving and following along on this adventure. Thanks to TheJewellersHand, CLTex and Loretta Lolita for your suggestions that went into this one!
