Betty shuddered at the sound of his words. “Barsork I know I said I wanted you to help, but I did not mean by going against your brother. I would die if anything happened to you.

Barsork kissed her forehead softly. “I too would die if I did not try to fight for those I love. What life would you have with me while we are being hunted? Would we live here in hiding for all our lives, wearing disguises, and living off the gifts of others?

“I am a Xicret warrior, and a Xicret second son, heir to the throne. I have forgotten what the word warrior means because it has been so corrupted, but you have reminded me the true nature of who I am.

“When I came to this planet to train it was to make a better use of my services than to cause harm. A warrior protects, Betty. A warrior, stands up to oppression, and fights for those who cannot fight for themselves.

“How can I stand and watch others fight while I, a Xicret warrior, second son to the throne, tuck my tail and hide?”

Betty wiped another tear from her face and pressed her cheek to his chest where his chin rested on the top of her head. “You are bonded to me though,” she whispered. She heard his sigh and felt the tremor in his hands.

“Yes Betty, I am bonded to you, and should you ask it of me I would continue to live in shame and weakness, but I am bonded to you because you also are a warrior, a human warrior, but a better warrior than me. You reminded me of why warriors fight, and I know that you would never ask me to stand by while tyrants rule.”

Betty wept again, this time knowing that she really was going to have to say goodbye and that as much as her heart ached to see him go, she could not break him by asking him to stay.

He was right, she was a warrior, and she had her own battle to attend to. The likelihood of either of them living was very low indeed. She had only a couple more hours before her time was up and Elena would turn them both in to the hunters. She planned on making use of every second.

“If this really is to be all we have of each other, then I want to make the most of it. I have three hours still, and I expect you to give me a proper goodbye,” Betty said with tears in her eyes.

Barsork led her to the backside of the cave where a small patch of green grass and a pale shaft of sunlight lit the cavern. He carefully laid her on the grass and leaned over her kissing her lips with soft purpose.

Only an hour before they had ravaged each other with fire and hatred and lust. They had released all the madness from within them at the world they had found themselves in and trusted one another to take the pain of it.

Now they needed to release the other side of their emotions, and this side required more trust then anything. Now they needed to love each other enough to let go.

Every move was with purpose and intent. Every touch of lips, or tongue, or finger was with the tantalizing sensuality of love for the last time. A memory to be burned in their brains for all time. An understanding that this kiss could be the last, this feeling could be over to never be had again.

Betty let herself touch him in ways that could never be forgotten. She needed to know every texture, ever mark, every rise and fall of him. She needed to taste every inch of him, and smell all of him.

* * *

Barsork

Barsork too was relishing her in ways he had never done before, because he may never have the chance again. He lingered in places he had never lingered at before, to make sure that he would be able to recall every detail of her body.

He loved the sweet smell of her hair that always reminded him of the ocean. He relished the taste of her lips and the feel of her skin on his. When he touched his mouth to the soft plush rise of her clitoris he reveled in the way her body moved in anticipation and response.

He loved the way her bottom felt in his hands when he pulled her against his lips. He knew how the swell of her womanhood changed color slightly the more excited she became.

He loved the sounds of her breath coming out in soft whispering moans that she couldn’t control. More than anything he waited for the moments when her body contracted and shuddered with release.

He loved that he could be himself without recrimination. That she trusted him enough to love her as he chose. That she seemed to give him all the control because she knew that he loved her enough not to abuse it.

When she had filled his mouth with the taste of her womanly juices she took the head of his cock into her lips and slowly brought him to heightened pleasure in the same way. Purposefully and intently, enjoying every second of his feel and taste and smell.

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Betty

She loved the way he grew thicker and longer inside her mouth the more she sucked. She loved the deep gruff humming noises coming from deep in his chest. She loved the fact that she could bring him to the brink and that he trusted her enough to stay there until she offered him release. She loved the taste of his semen as his cocked pumped the sweet liquid down her throat.

“I want everything,” she groaned against him as she turned around and pressed her bottom against his still hard cock. She was so aroused that when he pressed the tip against her small hole, he slid in as if she had been filled with lube. Her breasts pressed against the soft grass as he slowly opened her more and more, his hands reaching to massage her clitoris.

They made love as if it were the last time they would ever make love, because in their minds and hearts they knew that it might be. In between making love they held each other, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying.

They talked of plans, although they stayed clear of topics venturing too far into the future. As their time drew to a close Betty laid her head against Barsork strong body. “I love you, Barsork, come back to me.”

He kissed her tenderly and held open his hand. “It’s the phase scanner. I thought you might need it.” She took it wordlessly with a small smile. He had known all along what she would need to do. Even in this he was protecting her.

“Do what must be done, Betty, and never forget how much your love has changed me.”

She let the tears fall, but this time they were with acceptance and gratitude, not with fear. Betty headed toward the entrance where she had come in and Barsork opened the gateway for her. Before she stepped through she turned and looked at him one last time.

“Xicret has never had a better warrior, second son to the throne, Barsork.” With that she turned and stepped through the gateway leaving behind her the only man she would ever be bonded to.