Humility
Humility was not ready to face her husband yet. She was angry with herself for assuming that she could enjoy this life, knowing her father was well and her sister were taken care of.
That wasn’t his fault. The loud headache-inducing klaxons that rang and made her teeth chatter definitely were. At least she could blame him for that. He did not seem to see her discomfort. Instead, he was wandering around, searching for someone with a stern eye for anyone who got in the way of his field of vision.
When the klaxons stopped, the warriors continued their elaborate dance of blade and hand to hand combat and she assumed they were free to go. She was halfway to her cabin before Meadow came trailing after her.
“Jane is gone. She must have gone with Zenik.”
So that’s who he had been looking for. Cheesy Jane had flown the coop. A stab of jealousy bled into her stomach. “Where’s he going?” She tried to ask casually.
“They won’t say. But I get the feeling they don’t expect him to come back.” That should have relieved her jealousy, but instead it just increased her guilt. Jane had been nothing but friendly and supportive in her silent, direct and kickass kind of way.
“I’m sure she’ll be back,” Humility said.
Meadow did not look convinced. Humility tried to offer a reassuring smile, but instead of calming her, it seemed to have the opposite effect.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere. You and Jane and Odette are the only friends I have here,” Meadow pleaded.
Humility blinked at her. Everyone liked Meadow. She got along with each group and did her best to accommodate all requests that came her way. Humility had never asked her for anything. Maybe that’s why she thought Humility was her friend while the other girls weren’t.
“I need to shower. We’ll talk later, okay?” Humility said, feeling suddenly awkward.
“Okay.”
Meadow turned, tablet under her arm, and Humility headed to the shower. The pulsing of the waves set her at ease the moment she stepped in. She knew when Kave entered. He was tentative and she knew he had not deserved the ire she had sent his way earlier.
“You can come in,” she told him.
A moment later, he was naked behind her, his hands stroking her back.
“So how is it that you guys so afraid of the ocean, but like water showers?”
“We are not afraid of the rain, just large pools of water. Where you can sink into the black depths and all air could be sucked from your lungs.”
“Really? That’s a little dramatic.”
“It is true.”
“Drama llama.”
“I do not understand the connection between theater and that particular mammal.”
“Sweetie. Never mind.” He wrapped his arms around her and sighed into her neck. “I’m sorry Jane’s gone.”
“She will slay many Suhlik and their traitorous filth and be worthy of statue in the halls of Etlon’s greatest house.”
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“I prefer you yelling your pleasure as I fuck you.” He waited. “That is correct, is it not?”
Humility could feel him getting hard against her back. “Yes.” Turning around, she took his cock in hand. It didn’t take much to guide him out of the shower and into the bedroom. She took her towel and dried them both off with a cursory rub then returned both hands to his cock.
“You wish me to fuck you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
She lay down on the bed and he laid down beside her, his hands roving, plucking one nipple then the other. His tattoos had already begun to glow.
“I love the way that your skin changes colors when I touch it,” she told him.
“Yours changes colors as well. From a light cream to a pink. Here, and here. But here it is already pink.”
His finger dipped into her pussy and played with her clit. His touch was light, but it was not tentative. He wanted her to beg for more.
“Yes, Kave, I want you to fuck me.”
“I wish to watch your other places change colors first.”
“Then give me more.”
He did give her more, circling her clit with a furious pace and filling her with his finger. Her hips bucked off the bed and Humility exploded into a world of sparks. He lifted her onto her side, and thrust into her from behind. Kave pulled her tight as he thrust with increasing vigor until both of them exploded. He remained inside her as their hearts slowed back to a reasonable pace.
“How do I keep you in the mood to fuck?” Kave said after a long moment. Humility had nearly begun to doze in his arms, his cock still filling her.
“My father is ill. I took my bad mood out on you. And the garden. So if you see me with the garden shovel, just leave me alone.”
“What ails your father?”
“His lungs. Some sort of Suhlik gas. It killed my mother. And he’s slowly drowning in his own lungs.”
“Drowning is the worst death.”
“I was kind of hoping you could do something about it.”
“I cannot.”
“I know.”