Текст книги "The Alien's Handler"

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Chapter 14

KILA

When we return to Ella’s apartment, I find I am in a better mood than I ever remember feeling. We walked in the park, talking for hours. She took me to a sushi restaurant, a cuisine consisting of fluffy white rice, seaweed, and every kind of raw fish imaginable.

Every laugh I coax from her is like a drug. Every small smile and mischievous glance she spares in my direction sends my chest soaring with joy. Every sway in her walk and curve of her body calls to my baser instincts. She must feel something even a little bit similar, because she is humming as she locks the door behind her and removes her coat. She’s twirling in a circle and smirking at me. Her eyes are glittering as if she has some secret joke hidden behind her lips.

“You are very cute, you know,” she says, running her hand over the front of my chest. She begins pushing me backwards, forcing me to peddle back in the direction of her bedroom door.

“What kind of human riddle is that? Cute? Me?” I glower down at her, but my feet carry me where she leads. I believe she could push me out the airlock of a ship drifting amid space and I’d go willingly.

She bursts out laughing. “You have no idea the naughty things I could do to you. And that’s pretty cute. You’re clueless.”

My stomach twists. “Ah, you have sexual acts on the mind?”

“You are,” she says, as she stops before me and tugs at the hem of my shirt, “delicious to look at.”

“Delicious,” I repeat, letting her pull away my top. Her eyes dance over my bare chest. “Humans compare bodies to food?”

She tongues me across my chest, even sliding it over my nipple. I could never have imagined that such a thing would feel so wondrous. “Yes,” she says between licks. “Because I wouldn’t hesitate to put all of you in my mouth.”

“All of me?” I choke out, wondering at the implications of her words. She falls to her knees and pulls down my trousers—the loose black human article known as sweatpants. My cock springs free right before her face, and she opens her mouth to it, surprising me straight out of my skin. A strangled cry comes from me, and I am stunned frozen. She feeds my length into the wet warmth of her mouth and flickers her tongue as she goes. A shooting star could crash through this room and I would not move even a hair from this spot. She begins to bob her head over me, licking as she works me in and out of her mouth.

“Great Ka, Ella, this may kill me,” I say. “What a death that would be.”

She hums in amusement with my cock still in her moving mouth, causing a pleasant vibration. Just when I think I might lose my mind, she comes up for air and nudges backwards. The sight of her then is unforgettable. Her lips are reddened from her efforts, her eyes are shiny with lust, and her chin glistens with saliva. The pink tongue peeking out hovers tantalizingly near the tip of my length.

This is happening, I think. This inevitable bond is about to pull us under. I am helpless against my need.

“I want to see you,” I tell her, running my hand through her hair.

She stands and pushes me back against her bed. I take a seat on the edge and watch her. Though I never thought of clothing before, I now find myself thinking of Ella’s clothing all the time.  Humans wear a different set of clothing every day, and the variations seem endless. Is it related to their sexual depravity? It must be considering the way I sit and think about the coverings she chooses– why she chose them, how they mold to her, and how she would look removing them.

She wears a dress today, not the black one, but a dark green one made of knitted material. It is growing colder here in the New Jersey. This one clings to her as well, and I am mesmerized as she slowly tucks her fingers beneath the hem and pulls it up and over her head. Beneath it, her breasts sit in black cups strapped up to her shoulders. From waist to toe, she is covered by a tight black legging that is not entirely opaque. I reach out and pull her against me, fascinated by her chest which sits at my eye level.

I push those black straps down from her shoulders and dip my fingers into the cups, needing to feel her. I function fully on instinct, not stopping to think about any of the strange ideas that flood my brain. Her breasts fill my hands and I squeeze them, relishing the weight of them and their softness. They are paler than the rest of her golden tan skin, with perfect dark pink peaks. My mouth is on them in an instant, and I lick at them like I licked at her hot tongue when we kissed each other. She sighs with pleasure, spurring me on. I push the cups down frantically and take one of her nipples into my mouth. A delighted giggle comes from her and she helps me by reaching behind her back and unhooking her covering so it falls away.

“You are like an idol,” I tell her, thinking of the shining stone statues in the Archaic temples.

“I’m not sure what you mean, but I’m guessing it’s good?”

“In Archaic Kar’Kal, the most powerful families worshiped their ancestors like gods and would build temples to honor them and the place of their burial. Inside, you can find statues of their most beloved breeding mates, carved with their breasts on display.”

“Mmm,” she says, as I suckle on her other nipple. “And are they beautiful?”

“Yes, beautiful,” I say. “I have seen them many times, outside the capitol cities, but I thought them symbols of a harmful time. Now, I suppose I can understand. I would build a great stone temple to this sight before me. I would kneel and give gifts before it.”

My words must be useful because she smiles at them. With my mouth still latched to her breast, I trail my fingers down to the leg coverings. They are thin and smooth to the touch. I tuck my fingers beneath the waist band and try to tug the tight things away. They stretch as I pull and then rip like paper. Startled, I stop. She now has a big hole at her hip. I feel like the uncivilized Deviant I’ve become, ruining her things because I am pawing at her desperately.

But Ella just laughs. “Hey, don’t worry. These things are the worst. I’ve ripped my fair share.”

She wiggles her ass as she tugs them down and slithers out of the coverings. Once she is out of them, they have condensed to the size of a black ball, no bigger than Ella’s delicate fist. “Damn pantyhose,” she mutters.

“Ella,” I groan, dropping my head into my hands. “Do you not think me a monster? All I can think of is getting between your thighs. So I tear things apart like an animal. This is what our culture has fought to eradicate…”

She is so ready, so willing to be claimed. She’s showing me pleasures I couldn’t imagine before. Now that I have her here, all I want to do is take her, control her, tear the clothes from her body. And it scares me. To feel something so intense—can it possibly be good? Or will it only lead to destruction?

“Hey, hey,” she whispers and rushes to sit beside me on the bed. “It’s okay. A toddler could rip those. They’re cheap—”

“No, no, it is more than just that,” I say, my stomach roiling as I finally let my higher mind stop and ruminate on my actions. “I confess to you that I would build a temple to you and kneel at your feet. Last night, I fought the desire to take advantage of you after my own negligent poisoning of your mind—”

“We already talked about that,” she says, “It wasn’t your fault and you didn’t do anything.”

“But what if I did?” I ask. “I will confess this as well. I told you I listened to you speak with that male in the parking lot. What I didn’t tell you is that when I realized he wanted you for his own mate, I felt a bout of rage then and my hands shook because I could hardly contain it. What else will I do? What would I have done if you had returned his attentions?”

She frowns. “This is all new to you,” she says, softening her voice and rubbing her hand over my back in a soothing manner. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t control your actions. What’s wrong with feeling things? You were jealous… So what? You didn’t do anything. So you may have drugged me accidentally… So what? You carried me to bed and tucked me in safe. Do you think hormones are magic? They can’t control you like a puppet.”

“And what will I do once I have had you?” I clasp her chin in my hands and search her eyes. “You told me you’d like to see me lose control. But have you thought ahead and wondered– if you let me make you mine, will I allow you leave me? Do you think a man who builds temples to his breeding mate will let her go without a fight?”

There it is. The flicker of fear. At least she is sensible enough to feel it, like I do. I don’t know much about human culture still, but I fear she has made herself used to males that beat their chests and demand a female’s attention with force. Males like this James Bond. In the movie, he took the female by the neck and pushed her up against the wall and she kissed him. I felt like I was looking at a mirror of what I want my instinctual self wishes to do to my Ella. But deep down I know that she does not want to be claimed by me like an object. She opens her mouth, but hesitates.

Before she can tell me that everything is fine, as I know she wishes to do, I begin to tell her a story. “One of the last great leaders of Archaic Kar’Kal– Ka’lakka, they were called, the Spirit Chosen… His name was Makiva. The Azza invaders landed in his territory while his family stayed by the shores of the jewel sea. The Azza took the coasts piece by piece to cut off any supplies to the capitol city, eventually ransacking the sea town where Makiva’s mate and young children were. The largest population was in the city, but the Azza had his female.  When the time came that Makiva should have waited them out behind his fortifications, he negotiated to retrieve his mate. He betrayed every citizen in his territory, took his mate and the smallest of their children, and abandoned Kar’Kal forever.”

Her tiny hands tighten on my shoulders. She presses me back onto her cloud-like bed. “Kila,” she sighs. “You are not betraying your people by spending time with a woman. If that story is true, then Makiva made his own decision… His cock didn’t make it for him.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore the throbbing of my cock, still hard from the sight of Ella, still damp from the heat of her talented mouth.

“As for me,” she continues, “And the things you say you would do for me or because of your possessive feelings towards me… I don’t believe for a second that you could be capable of doing something so selfish and dangerous to other people. I know I haven’t known you that long, but I don’t see an ounce of that kind of behavior in how you act.”

I must tell her everything. Then, she will understand how selfish and dangerous I truly am, even without a breeding mate to protect. I reach for her hand and she squeezes it gently, eyes full of sympathy for me. Soon, that soft look will be gone, I am sure of it. Soon, it will be replaced by the fear and mistrust I truly deserve. I decide to cherish that illusion by memorizing her face now, and the way she earnestly stares into my eyes, believing I am as good as she is.

“I will provide you the evidence, and then you will see what I mean,” I say.

A confused frown appears on her lips.

“Let me tell you about my first command unit, and what happened during that last mission.”

She nods slowly.

“My command unit was known for achieving very tricky missions. And we were willing to go anywhere. We were one of five vessel deployments to an Azza-controlled mining planet that intelligence told us was manufacturing and shipping weapons in an abandoned mine shaft network. The plan was to attack their base, making it appear to be a grab for control of the planet. Meanwhile, my smaller command unit would infiltrate the weapons manufacturer, steal what they had, and destroy the equipment. We were the only soldiers to be dropped for a ground mission. We were meant to have departed on a shipping vessel arranged by our planet contact, one that wouldn’t even leave until a week after the false attack ‘failed’.”

While she listens intently, she lays her hand against my chest and circles her fingers in a soothing manner.

“As soon as we arrived, it became clear that the intelligence was a lie, and our contact had been caught by a ruse the Azza fabricated to suss out their betrayer. The Kar’Kali generals decided that the atmosphere attack on the base was pointless without the acquisition of new weapons and destruction of the equipment they were told would be there. They ordered a retreat, but we had already been dropped. So they left us behind, with no shipping vessel to smuggle us as promised, and a dead spy.”

Ella looks horrified. “What happened?”

“We tried to hide out in the city until we could find a way out. But the Azza discovered us. They tortured and killed every single soldier, one by one. I just happened to be their final victim. I was the youngest in our unit, at the time. I believe they thought the watching alone would break me. I was eighteen passings old.”

She sucks in breath and grasps my arm. “Kila,” she whispers.

“They were right. I told them everything they wanted to know. When the others were gone, and I didn’t immediately speak… They dragged it out for months. They kept me alone in a room too small to lay or sit up or do anything but curl up on my side. They only removed me to question and torture me with beatings. I was afraid and weak. I wanted to die. And then I broke. I betrayed every contact I knew of. Betrayed my planet, my home. Then, they left me to die in the desert. They laughed at me for my weakness, which I deserved, and then left me in the middle of their desert. But I did not die. There was a storm of bugs, which I ate. I crawled when I could not walk. I passed out and thought I went mad. For some reason, the universe did not wish me dead. On the other side of the desert, I found a city less crowded with the Azza troops. I was so caked in dirt, so thin like a skeleton, that I did not look like a Kar’Kali warrior to the villagers that saw me. I stole a freighter, outfitted it with bombs and an escape pod, and set the freighter to crash on the Azza fort where we had been tortured. I returned to Kar’Kal. And I lied. I told them I managed to escape with my life. I did not tell them the others were tortured or that I gave up our secrets. I lied like coward, and they treated me like a hero.”

Her grip on my forearm is tight enough to dig in marks. Her eyes are leaking water, and she sniffles as though she is sick. “Kila, that is horrible. I am so sorry you’ve been through this. I wish I could take away your pain.”

“I did not tell you to make you sad,” I say, pulling her against me in the hope that it will ease her.

“Why did you tell me?” she asks, muffled from pressing against my bare chest. She lifts her head. “Did you really think that that story would make me hate you? You need to forgive yourself. More than ever, I believe that you deserve some happiness, some emotional closure.”

“Every moment I spend with you is because I want it badly, and life has proven me to be a selfish male,” I confess to her. “I am selfish enough to reveal secrets, lie to my superiors, crawl across a desert even though I had convinced myself I wanted to die. I fueled myself on the anger, and the need for retribution. If I turn away from you, it is only because I am trying to do the honorable thing, for the first time in my pitiful passings.”

“You survived, Kila. You did what you could to survive. How can you punish yourself for that?”

“Why are your eyes wet? Because you are sad? Please don’t be,” I beg her. “You confuse me… I am telling you I am shamefully selfish and dishonorable. I have been known to allow anger to overcome me. Are these not undesirable traits for a human mate to have? Do you not see that to combine my traits with the power of a mating bond would only breed destruction?”

“No,” she protests, rubbing at her leaking eyes. “I want you to be selfish because I am too. And I want you. I care for you, and I want your body… I need to know what it would be like for us to be together fully. And now more than ever, I want to make you happy, to make you feel good. You’ve been through so much hurt and you deser—”

“Ella,” I groan at her tempting words. “You don’t understand—”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t understand!” she shouts, picking her head up and thrusting her chin at me defiantly. She holds herself like a mountain feline ready to strike. “You’re telling me these stories because you’re guilty, and you think they’ll show me just how terrible it would be to give your mind and your body the happiness it is so clearly craving. Well, I’m not at work right now, and I don’t have to be respectful of your culture, so I won’t feel bad saying that what you’ve been taught is bullshit. It’s bullshit! You’ve been manipulated to be a soldier without feelings. They’ve told you that Makiva was a slave to passion, but the truth is that you are the slave, Kila. Makiva was a free man, and with freedom comes the ability to make selfish decisions that may hurt others. It sounds to me like you were made to be a slave to your generals because they’re still afraid of what people like Makiva will do when they are free.”

Her words frighten me, like no fleet and no invading army ever could. She prods at every fact my world has been built on, pushing it into a precarious state of unrest.

“When have you ever had a choice, Kila?” she demands. “Tell me what choice you’ve made for yourself.”

“I don’t have that luxury,” I argue. “There is a war that needs to be fought.”

“You said anger or emotion or whatever won’t kill enemies or win a war. Well, I’m here to tell you that sacrificing your own happiness will not kill your enemies either.” Her eyes plead with me. At least they have stopped dripping with liquid from her sadness. The way they reddened at the edges has her blue eyes brightening to the color of Earth’s midday skies.

“What do you want?” she asks me. “What do you really want?”

She is too clever, too good-hearted, too perfect. I know she is right. Theoretically, we are not a free people. Certainly not when I compare Kar’Kal to Earth and most every planet the Alliance has colonized. Oh, they scrabble over that fancy word ‘sovereignty’, but people can do what they wish. Ella is accustomed to going to ‘watch movies,’ having the day to oneself, and other ‘leisure time’ activities (whatever that means). But I have never considered the things I do not have, not until Ella.

Her small hands reach to frame my face, a gesture so intimate that it makes my chest tighten.

“What do you want, Kila? Tell me you want to do your duty to your people and I will leave right now, I prom—”

I pull her atop me and shake my head vigorously.

“What I want is you,” I say, running my hands over her body. “You are the only good thing I have every wanted for myself. The only thing I’ve sought on my own without anger as my drive…”

We wrap ourselves up in each other and begin to kiss ravenously, pressing our bodies together as if we could never be close enough. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong, anymore. I don’t know if I am a slave to her or made free by her, but I can only feel joy the moment I decide not to care about any of it.

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Chapter 14

ELLA

 “Tell me what to do. I want to please you,” he says.

“You know, for a clueless alien, you know just what to say,” I laugh.

But in this moment, he does not seem like the inexperienced virgin alien. He is all male energy, flipping me and prowling to hover over my body like a predator. He is devouring the sight of me with his eyes, murmuring familiar words that do not translate.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to demand he start kissing me, touching me, anything … just before he does. He caresses his hand up the side of my body as he lowers his mouth to my breasts, picking up where we left off. Warmth spreads out from my nipples where he tongues me. I am already hot and my pussy is flooded from his magic tongue. Every touch of that thing sets me on fire. It’s not just an aphrodisiac by ingestion—it creates tingling sensations everywhere he applies it.

His hands are roaming further, and I guess his confidence is growing because they skim over my thighs and pubic hair, dangerously close to where I’d really like him to be. I suppose I could tell him what to do like he asked, but I find I’d rather watch what he comes up with for the moment.

He lifts his head for a moment to watch my face, his tongue out and flickering over my hardened peaks. That tongue is so dark it is almost black, and the sight of him worshiping my chest is erotic. He returns his fingers to my breasts to squeeze them and play with their heaviness. I squeal with delight when he experimentally presses one nipple between his fingers while he laves at the other. Pleased by my response, he does it again, then switches to lick at the sensitive pinched nipple. I cry out again.

I’m hungry for more though, impatient after last night, so I clasp his hand and guide it between my legs.

Watching him react is just what I wanted. I part my thighs and drag his fingers between my folds. His eyes widen and his mouth slackens.

“Do you feel how wet I am for you, baby?” I lean back my head and shut my eyes, dropping my hand away to let him explore on his own.

He groans, and suddenly both hands are on me there at my center. He parts me with one hand and brushes the other along my slit experimentally. So gentle, so light, as if he’s scared to let himself feel me. He slides his curious finger up between my folds again, all the way to my clit this time. I hiss out and my body pulses when he brushes it. The hand that parts me spreads me wider and he drags across my clit again, testing my reaction.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hips twitching up.

I smile and open my eyes again. It’s adorable how serious he looks, as if he’s examining the motherboard on one of his gadgets.

I reach down and circle my clit, teasing some pleasure from it, just to show him how I move my hand to get myself off. I stop and touch his hair affectionately. “Like that… Or you can lick it… or both.”

Eyes lighting, he bends over me and begins to pleasure me with his mouth. Did this idea just… never occur to him? He needed my suggestion to set off the lightbulb? Well, I’m glad I mentioned it. He licks me from ass to clit and then circles my swollen nub with his tongue. He keeps me spread with one hand while the other creeps up to palm my breast. That secretion from his tongue starts to make me throb like crazy, and my pussy floods. Everywhere he licks heats up and tingles. I am moaning and squirming beneath him, every lap of his tongue amplified.

“Oh God,” I cry.

When he begins working my clit, I shudder with need. When he starts drifting elsewhere, I reach forward to press him back to where he was. “Right there,” I tell him. He hesitates for just a moment and then swirls over my clit and suckles on it.

My body thrums in response and I scream with pleasure. “Do that again,” I hurriedly mewl out.

He swirls and swirls his tongue, holding out moments longer this time before he sucks on it just as he did before.

“Aahnn,” I moan, shaking from the feeling. Kila learns quickly, lavishing his attentions there and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth like a demon. I am climbing towards my orgasm with shuddering moans. When my hips begin to buck against him uncontrollably, he hums with amusement and presses me down. He pins my legs in place and attacks with his tongue, urged on by my body’s reaction.

“Yes, yesyesyes. Kila!” I clench down on the sheets as I come, whimpering with the force of it. He keeps going while I ride the waves of the high, trembling and writhing against him. When the release has ended, I pant quietly and tap at his arms. “Oh, God.. Kila… Stop or you’ll kill me.”

He pulls away. “Why stop? I want to see that again,” he says.

“I want you inside me,” I tell him. I reach for his cock and pump it a little, thumbing over the tip to feel his precum. He’s hard and huge, and as soon as my fingers close around him, he responds. He shutters his eyes like he’s in heaven just from the lightest attention. It gives me a thrill of power, like he only belongs to me, like only I can do this to him.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I purr, stroking him in my hand. In this moment, I want to ruin him. In this moment, I want to show him the full extent of human depravity, and just how good it feels. I’m going to make him say it all out loud and give in to me fully.

He lets out a choked whimper and sighs, “Oh, Ella, you don’t want to hear it…”

“I do,” I say with a grin. I lean forward and add my second hand, fondling his balls with it while I continue to stroke him hard. “Tell me what you want to do. Show me my savage breeding mate.”

“I want to fuck you hard, Ella. I want to fill you with my cock and I don’t want to stop until I fill you with my seed,” he growls out the words and his nostrils flare. I could come just from those words. Just as I’m smiling, satisfied with my power trip, I realize I’ve ignited something in him. His black eyes seem to grow, the whites of them receding. I gasp.

“There it is,” I breathe out. He rips my hand from his cock and slams my wrist up above my head. He takes the other and pins it just as roughly. I squeak, startled, but that assertiveness sparks a new flood of arousal between my legs.

He covers me with his body, and even if I weren’t frozen with anticipation, I wouldn’t be able to move. My arms are trapped above me, and he slides his knees forward so my own are hooked over his powerful thighs. When he edges forward, I’m forced to open even wider, my pussy splayed beneath him. His cock is there, grinding against my slit from the act of subduing me. Our faces are so close that his breath tickles my ear, eliciting a weak moan from my lips.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks. He thrusts his cock over me, grinding my clit. “To see how the warrior would take you? To be pinned under me like hunter and prey? Imagine for a moment that the greater universe does not exist. It is you and I only. I see you in the wilds and know you are my mate; I smell your cunt and know it is mine to breed. And in that second when I see you, I will not stop until I catch you and rut you like a beast.”

My mouth hangs open, dry from the shock and the sheer arousal. My cunt clenches, needing him inside me.

“Now, tell me,” he rasps against my ear. “Tell me this cunt is mine and I will reward it with this cock.”

My hesitant lover is gone, and I quiver beneath the alpha male that replaced him. It is all I can do to say, “My cunt is yours, Kila. Please, please… It belongs to you. Claim it now.”

***

KILA

She has asked to see me lose control, and the sight of her in heat has finally triggered it, beyond any level I had once thought possible. I must have been teetering on the edge when she came, because watching her writhe beneath my tongue made my sight go too bright for a moment. It must have been the scent of her creaming cunt or the tantalizing words she spilled from her mouth. Behind my sweet, thoughtful Ella hides a seductive viki female who will taunt until she gets me how she wants me. All I know is that in one moment I was myself, wondering what I should do and how I should please her, and in the next I was functioning on an instinct long forgotten. My heartbeat spiked, my cock throbbed, and I trapped her.

So, this is what we have sworn off. I now understand it fully. It is an uncontrollable need, cosmic in power and all-consuming. Because if a single being tried to pull me from her in this instant, I would tear them apart. I believe I’d be capable of tearing that hypothetical enemy apart and then returning to her cunt still hot from the kill.

The sweetest reward for my insanity is the whimpering female beneath me, wanting it so badly that her pelvic muscles pulse up, begging me to sink inside her. I have restricted all her free movement, and still she bucks herself against me.

“Yes,” I tell her. “This wet cunt is mine.”

I remove one hand from her wrists and guide the tip of my cock against her slit. She tenses up, mouth falling open as I press into her slowly.

“Mmnf,” she groans in ecstasy, though I am only partway inside her.

I cover her neck with my mouth and bite gently as I thrust all the way in. Her cunt is so tight and warm. I stay that way for a moment, licking the column of her tender skin and basking in this feeling. Great Ka, I could not have imagined a more perfect feeling in the wildest of my dreams.

The need to move runs through me. I pull out and thrust in. Pull out and thrust. She squeezes me like a vise and cries out. She enjoys the feeling; I can see it in her pink flushed face. She wants more. I begin to slam into her wildly, drawing higher and higher cries from her. The sounds of her gushing cunt and our slapping bodies wraps around my mind, lulling me into rhythm. The faster I fuck her, the more her breasts heave, and the louder she screams. The brutality of it only feeds the feeling that I own her in this moment. I have taken her and she yields to me with her delicious responses.

I shift my body, releasing her arms. They flop to the side as though she cannot feel them at all. I tilt her ass, tugging her legs up against my chest in a desperate attempt to somehow get deeper inside her.

“Oooh,” she trills once I’ve trussed her legs up against my front. When I start to thrust her in this new position, her eyes roll up in her head. “Yes, yes, fuck me…”

I watch her climb toward her peak once again as I pump her like this. As she edges toward it, I fuck her harder and faster, needing to see her face paralyzed with pleasure. I need to see her come, and I need to know how it will feel to have her do so when I am inside her. With a succession of quick, deep strokes she is pushed over the edge. Her cunt pulses around me, clenching me for a fleeting moment of ever more intense pressure. Her head lolls to the side as she shivers through it, moaning incoherently.