Chapter 14: Unfathomable

The sound of her hushed voice sent a shiver down Jehdin's neck. He didn't understand what it was she was saying, but he knew she was trying to be secretive about it. Yulia flexed her back muscles and met Jehdin's gaze, staring at him with such an intensity that now he was sure that she had something else in mind. Jehdin's body tensed as the young woman gently ran her hands up his slick bound arms and found the rain-soaked rope that was binding his wrists. She grasped at his hands, interlacing her fingers with his own and squeezed; a sensation he had never felt before.

But there was something in her hand.

Braced tightly between their locked palms, Jehdin could feel the edge of the blade shard. Yulia's eyes continued to burn into his own; she tightened her grip so she could be sure he could feel it.

He understood.

Jehdin reared up slightly, the rain now hitting his warm rippling back muscles and creating a hot steam which rose off of him like thin smoke. Yulia felt herself losing balance as he cautiously repositioned himself, and she pressed her body to his to keep her balance. She felt his warm breath on her face, gently blowing tendrils of her wet hair against her cheek.

She knew she had to act fast.

Using his body for balance, she used her thighs to push herself up, feeling her breasts rub into his chest. He winced as they brushed over his open wounds, but she continued pushing up until her hands found free-standing rope pulled taught a few inches above the knots which held Jehdin in place. Using the blade, the began to saw gently but firmly into the rope, struggling to keep her calm as individual soaked strands popped and snapped under the pressure. She prayed with everything within her that the female alien who had brought her here would be oblivious to her movement...

Hulij's own breath was pumping out like a fog into the night air from behind her mask. She watched the female's core body temperature rise to white-hot. This female was doing more to humiliate Jehdin that Hulij could ever have done on her own. Perhaps she would keep this new female as her own personal pet...she remembered the feeling of her own finger inside the female; how warm and wet her hole was, how it wrapped so tightly around her finger...

A sudden low-rumbling crack of thunder echoed through the forest just as Yulia had successfully cut through the first of Jehdin's bonds; and to Yulia's utter relief masking the snapping sound of the rope. She was quick to interlace her fingers with his now-freed hand, pushing it upwards and locking it there. Jehdin got the message and kept his freed hand suspended in mid-air, giving the illusion that it was still bound. Yulia then released her grips on his hands and expertly clenched the shard in her palm with her thumb, traced her fingers down his arms and back to his chest. Jehdin once again reeled at her exquisite touch, his member oozing tiny droplets of his hormone-heavy seed. Trying to make her actions look as believable as possible for those watching, she delayed cutting his second bond for just a moment by pushing herself away from him, trailing her fingers down his chest and to his stomach. She kept his gaze as her free hand found the crown of his groin, feeling how much softer the skin in his pubic area was, yet it was so engorged with blood that it was hard as a rock.

Jedhin began panting and grunting. He stared down at her with a look that spoke volumes. It was a feral, carnal hunger, a craving. His eyes seemed so human to her at that moment; she felt as if she were truly beginning to connect with him. The heat from his inner thighs warmed her cold cheeks, sending a thick wave of pleasure through her that made her own delicate genitals quiver with desire.

She knew she had been torturing him for far too long. Her wet slender fingers found the base of his member and grasped it. Every muscle in Jedhin's body exploded with adrenaline. She knew he would lose control, and quickly brought her bladed hand up to his own free hand, reminding him that he must keep still.

It was agony. He had an arm that was free; free to explore her and touch her skin. Free to pleasure her as she had done for him. But he knew what would happen if Hulij caught wind that he was free...so he resisted. He let her continue to dominate him completely. The feeling was unfathomable.

Yulia knew that what she wanted to do could be dangerous to them both, but she wanted to give him what he wanted. With one hand locked in his own, the other wrapped around his member, she began to pump his rock-hard penis up-down-up-down; slow and steady. He groaned and grunted, thrust his hips up to intensify the pleasure. She closed her eyes and began to rock her own hips; warm wetness began to spurt out from in between her legs. Her thumb pressed into the head of his cock, slipping over it; her fingers sliding up and down over the engorged blood vessels that strained against the smooth skin of his shaft. She then looked down and watched herself as she rocked her hips in rhythm with her hand. With the hand she was using to conceal the blade and keep Jehdin's freed arm locked in midair, she loosed her grip and brought the arm around his neck, pressing her forehead into his. He pressed back more intensely than he had before, and with this new pressure, she began pumping his member harder and faster.

Jehdin's body was reeling from pleasure. His head was pounding with blood and hormones. His one remaining bound wrist was straining against the rope, pulling it taught and causing the rain that fell upon the fibers to shoot off at incredible speeds.

Yulia had never experienced such a change in a male during a sexual encounter. His entire body seemed to swell and engorge under the intensity. It filled Yulia with her own desire, and she grasped his member tighter as she pumped it furiously. With a huge burst of energy, Jehdin groaned louder than ever and using his thighs, he pushed himself up off of the rock until his groin met the insides of Yulia's thighs. She let out a cry of pleasure so faint, yet it rocketed through Jehdin's ears like an explosion.

His bound fist tightened; the fibers grew weaker and more taught...

Hulij couldn't believe what she was seeing...the female creature had no mercy with Jehdin...he was literally crying out in agony...Hulij felt her own genitals swell with blood, her nipples began to spring up erect...

Feeling his pleasure peak, he threw back his head, his leathery dreadlocks throwing droplets of water in all directions. Yulia could feel that he would climax at any moment, yet she couldn't pry herself from her own desire; her longing to come with him. She tightened the arm she had coiled around his neck, clenching her fist around the blade to the point where it broke the skin; a single droplet of her blood seeped from her clenched fingers and onto his shoulder blade.

She wanted to come. She wanted him to come. They looked into each others eyes as she pressed every last inch of her body against his, he flared his mandibles and with a climactic guttural shriek, Yulia felt his member shoot a powerful spray of silvery liquid onto her stomach, over and over and over again, trickling down her abdomen and landing with thick plops on the forest floor. She kept her fist clenched around the blade as he came, the simultaneous feeling of his engorged erupting shaft coupled with the pain of the blade digging into her palm caused her to nearly climax herself, but she was abruptly pulled out of it...

...by the snapping of the remaining arm bond.

Hulij's head turned sharply at the sound of the rope snapping under pressure, creating a whipping noise through the rain-laden air. She focused her infrared vision and zoomed in on the doomed male and female that sat unmoving in the clearing below her, and saw that Jehdin's arms were still suspended in midair...he appeared to still be tightly bound...

Nonetheless, the air didn't smell right. The air had a new thickness in it...Hulij steadied herself and watched, daring either one of them to try and make a move.

Yulia froze as she saw the rope that held the creature's arm only moments ago, swinging in the breeze. The sound might as well have been deafening in the white noise of the rainfall. Jehdin froze his arms in place, hoping against hope that Hulij had not seen...His body tried desperately to cope with the feelings he was having; his muscles overcharged with pleasure like a million tingling volts coursing through his veins. The smell of his seed; a smell which he hadn't inhaled in years...it was like his entire body had been reset. He was exploding with energy. He felt as if any minute his muscles would burst out from under his skin. He wanted to hunt. He wanted to kill...but he knew he had to pull himself together...he had to snap himself out of it. Their cover was most likely blown due to his weakness for this female. At least now he could use his arms...freeing his legs would be simple.

They would need to make a move soon, and if his female creature hadn't planned this far ahead, he was sure he could make a way out for them...