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“Happy, first,” he says.
“First?” I ask, confused again.
His wry grin spreads across his face and he holds up two fingers.
“No…” I say, shaking my head but I’ll be damned if that tightening in my low belly doesn’t begin in response.
“Yes,” he says, rising up and rolling over until he is on top of me.
He gently parts my legs, ignoring the mess we both are, as he slides up until his second cock is at my opening and ready to dive deep.
“Oh,” I whisper, raising my legs up over his hips.
“Ready?” he asks, with a wide smile.
“Yes!” I cry as he penetrates, burying his cock deep inside of me.
10
MARGARET
Iwake gently. I slept deep. Deeper than I can recall having slept since before the crash. I murmur, stretch, then slowly open my eyes. My head is resting on Mohlad’s shoulder and he’s looking down at me.
“Morning,” I say.
“Beautiful,” he says. “Treasure.”
I smile and shake my head.
“I’m a mess.”
“Mess? Beautiful mess.”
I laugh and sit up. I’m sticky with sweat and other body fluids. By the time we’d finished last night, I don’t really recall a break between finishing and falling asleep. It was a pretty quick transition from finishing to the warm embrace of sleep brought on by exhaustion.
“We need to get moving,” I say, glancing through the break in the tent flaps.
The suns seem like they’ve been up a while and we are, after all, on a mission of life and death for the other survivors. Mohlad makes a groaning sound that I can only take for protest, but he gets up nevertheless and begins putting away our things.
The thing he doesn’t do is get dressed. I pause my own preparations to admire his ass. I hadn’t really seen it clearly in the dark before but damn. It’s a little weird with his tail and wings, but the tail is above the ass and the ass itself is sculpted and hard as a rock.
While I feel desire, for sure, I also have one last twinge of doubt. He’s so young. A hard body, a beautiful soul, and a handsome face. What does he see in me? I’m soft in places I really shouldn’t be. Sags, wrinkles, and gray. I’m old and no matter our discussion about epis and fate and all of that, I still don’t want him to feel trapped.
Yes, I think I might love him. It will take time to know that for sure, but I think so. And I cannot care for him in any way, much less truly love him, if I’m not doing what’s best for him. I have to know that he is certain.
“Mohlad,” I say, wiping the dried mess off myself with my discarded shirt. He stops working and turns. His cock swings distractingly but I’m old enough to know how to keep my focus. “Are you sure?”
“Sure?” he asks, frowning and tilting his head to the side.
“Yes. Sure. Us. Me, you,” I motion between us. “Are you sure? It’s okay if you’re not. Now’s the time. You were, well, amazing. Truly, but are you sure? I don’t want to…”
I trail off because I’m not honestly sure what I don’t want. I want him. And not just his cock or the sex. Even as I offer it to him, freely though it may be, the idea of him not being with me leaves an empty hole inside my chest that I don’t think will ever be filled. There will never in my life be a way to replace him.
And that, that is love.
It’s the love I came to know with Hank. That looking forward to waking up and seeing him each day. With Hank it took years to grow to this, but here I am, one night with Mohlad and I feel it. I want to see his smile when I wake and taste his kisses before I sleep. I want to know his thoughts. I want to share mine with him. I want to be at his side until my final days come.
He walks over and puts his arms around then curls his tail across the backs of my thighs. He doesn’t say anything, only holds me tight. He kisses the top of my head then rests his head against me. We stand like this for what might be a long time or might be a few seconds. It doesn’t matter because it is everything I want and more.
