Chapter 5
VERA RODANTHEE
I was disappointed that Cyro showed up at my door that night. He frightened me with his threats. His obsession with me was obvious, but I was mostly disappointed that it stopped me from meeting with Truo that night. I was planning on going to speak to my new friend and confidante again. But just as I started to freshen up to leave my room, Cyro kicked open the door.
“You’ve been hiding from me enough!” he shouted.
“I am still very ill! Look at me!” I said back with my bloodshot eyes and nose red from crying.
He stepped back further into the hallway and paced back and forth there. He was furious, and I could tell that he had been drinking some of the liquid that the Corillions used to get drunk. He shouted at me from the hall, frightened of catching the flu from me. I think he just wanted to be heard. He was obviously frustrated and he had nowhere to put that frustration except on to me. But as he yelled at me, all I could think was, I hate you! You killed my husband! You will never touch me again! But I did not voice this. I had to hold it inside. I knew that he would demand to know how I knew about my husband and then Truo would be in trouble. So I kept it all bottled up inside. Then he left, but I knew that I could not leave the room. Not after that display.
It was a good thing that I decided to stay in my room because an hour or so later, Cyro returned to shout at me again from the hallway.
“How long must it take for you to give me what I want? This is important! The Corillions depend on it! Depend on me!” he shouted and mumbled in his drunken stupor.
He shouted the same things as before, and I think he was so drunk that he forgot that he had already shouted at me. I was grateful that he wasn’t too drunk to forget that I was ill. But I knew then that I could not leave my room, at least not that night. It was too risky, and because of this, I threw myself on the bed and cried after Cyro left. It was partly because of Cyro’s words and threats, but mostly because I was disappointed that I would not be able to have a conversation with Truo.
He was the only thing that I looked forward too. He gave me the comfort that I so badly needed in my grieving process. Grieving alone was the hardest thing that I ever had to do. I could barely deal with it, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. So knowing that I was going to see Truo that night gave me some hope that I wasn’t so alone. That there was a Corillion out there that actually cared for me and was on my side, or seemed to be, filled me with relief. Now Cyro had robbed me of that too.
The next day I ate. I ate voraciously. I cleaned my plate with every tray that was brought to me. I did not want to give Cyro any reason to visit my chamber and bitch about how I would never get well if I did not eat my food. I coughed and sneezed every time I opened the door to get the tray, making as much noise as I could so that anyone that was nearby would report that I was still ill. Having puffy eyes and a red nose was not a problem to pull off because I was crying off and on all day in extreme sadness.
Then night came. “Should I go?” I whispered to myself. I paced back and forth in my room. I wanted to go see if Truo was in our secret spot. I missed him. He was a friend, and I was alone. I looked out onto the courtyard. It was quiet and desolate.
Then I saw a shadow move across the ground. There was someone watching me. But then Truo stepped out of the shadows. I felt relief. I stepped closer to the window. He gestured at me, and I knew what it meant. I put my hand in the air as though to agree with him. Then I quietly moved to my bed and plumped up the sheets as though I was under them. I left my room and moved as fast as I could to the stairway and into the underground passages.
“Hello,” I whispered.
“I’m over here,” Truo said as I moved further into the passage. When I saw him such relief overtook me that I rushed to him and put my arms around him and pressed my face against his scales. It caught me off guard, and it caught him off guard.
“Vera, is something the matter? Have you been hurt?” he asked.
I fought back the tears that welled up in my eyes and said, “No. I’m just glad to see you. That is all. I feel so sad. I feel so alone. You are my only friend.”
He sighed a heavy sigh and said, “I understand.”
I looked up at him into his kind eyes and said, “Do you? Do you really? Your presence is a comfort to me. I don’t know what to do with myself, but being here with you gives me relief. I’m so far from Earth. My husband was the only thing keeping me going here. I thought I was doing all of this for him and now he is gone. I have nothing. I am alone,” I cried.
“Yes. I feel the same. You bring me comfort as well,” he said as he patted my head, running his hand down my hair as though to pet me. It was soothing. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was the grief making me think unclearly or the fact that I thought I might die soon by Cyro’s hand, but what I said next shocked me.
“Kiss me. Please kiss me,” I whispered as I moved up on my tiptoes to reach for him. He sighed heavily and moved his head down. His lips pressed against mine and he let out a soft moan. I moved my hands up his chest over his scales and rested them on top of his strong, broad shoulders. I could feel his strength underneath my fingertips, and I needed that strength. I needed to feel safe and secure.
His kiss went deep as I opened my mouth. He moaned and groaned with each kiss. I touched every inch of his strong arms, his chest, his shoulders. I could not get enough. I had wanted to touch him since the moment I first saw him, but I could not admit that to myself. But my body wanted what it wanted, and I could not stop it.
“We cannot do this. It is wrong. You belong to my leader,” he whispered breathlessly between kissing me.
“I do not belong to anyone. I am the only one that owns me,” I kissed back.
“I want you. I want to touch you, but we cannot,” he said as he pushed me away.
It only made me cry harder. I was a mess. I was a distraught mess, and I had never been this way before. I was a strong female. I was a photographic journalist that had been to war zones just to document atrocities. This was not me! But the toll of everything that had happened was finally sinking in. I was a shattered woman.
“Don’t cry. Vera…” he said.
But I couldn’t help it. Then I felt his thick arms around me as he lifted me off the ground and scooped me into his arms, cradling me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His long, dark hair tickled my arms. I felt calmer instantly as he held me. I walked further into the passage to an underground room. I was surprised to see it. There was a long table, and a few benches. It was dimly lit.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“It’s a meeting room. Tell no one of its existence,” he said hoarsely as he looked at my face.
“Who would I tell? I have no one,” I said.
Then he kissed me again. I kissed him back with such fierceness that I didn’t know if it was a kiss of passion or of desperation. But I needed it. He sat me down on top of the table and pushed his broad body between my thighs as he kissed me. His hands greedily moved over my back, up and down. My hands moved against his strong, blue scales that ran down the right side of his body. He was so exotic and unusual, and I couldn’t get enough. My hands plunged down his trousers and wrapped around his thick rod. He groaned loudly. I was stunned by the size of it. It was long and smooth. I stopped kissing him and moved my gaze down as I pulled it out of his trousers. It was perfect. Truo groaned louder as I held it in my hands. He sucked in a sharp breath of air. “That feels so good,” he whispered.
I realized then that this was the first time a female had ever held him like this. He had never kissed a female before or been intimate with one. This was a first, and that made me feel empowered for once. I had been with Cyro in such a negative and repulsive way that being with Truo of my own accord gave me a little of my power back. I was proving that no one owned me. That I still had power over my body.
Truo kissed my neck, letting his kisses trail over my breasts on top of the fabric of my dress. Then his hands pressed at my thighs as he pushed the fabric up.
I pressed my hands around his hips and pulled him toward me. He had a look in his eyes as though asking me if I was sure that I wanted to do this. I answered him by placing the tip of his cock inside of me.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
Then I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him toward me as he slid inside of me, inch by inch. We both moaned loudly. I threw my head back in ecstasy. He groaned in an animalistic way; it was the Corillion in him. He was an alien warrior, and that warrior was unleashing as he began to move in and out of me.
His cock moved deeper inside of me with each thrust until he reached the depths of me. I moaned as my fingernails scraped messily at his back. His lips hungrily devoured me with each passionate kiss. We were like animals, primitive and messy.
Then I felt the pulsing between my thighs grow bigger and bigger until I was releasing in an explosive orgasm. “Oh God! I’m cumming!” I shouted. It was the release my body needed. It was the release my body craved. Truo moved harder and faster inside of me as I released.
Then in seconds, his arms tightened around my back, and he tensed, “I’m releasing! Oh fuck!” he shouted loudly. His voice echoed in the empty underground room. I felt his warmth flood through me. He slowed the movement of his cock moving in and out of me, just a little, until he came to a complete stop. I was breathing hard as my body enjoyed the sensation of pure orgasmic pleasure running through me. It was just the release that I needed. Truo held my head against his chest as it heaved up and down; he was still inside of me.
I felt relieved. I felt sad. I felt ashamed, and all of it was too much to deal with at once. He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my gaze up toward him. “Are you all right, Vera? Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No, you helped me,” I said. “Thank you.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that. I did not know it was like that,” he said.
I smiled. I had just taken the virginity of this alien warrior who was fierce and brave, and that was a special moment. But then I remembered that this was not reality. This was a shared moment of escape, and I had to go back to my reality of dealing with Cyro, the murderous leader who called himself my husband.
“I should go before I am missed. Cyro has drunkenly been kicking down my door to shout his frustrations at me. I can’t deny him that or he will be angrier,” I said as I placed a soft kiss on his blue scales.
He moaned. “I don’t want to separate from you,” he grinned. I understood what he meant as he looked down at his long cock still inside of me.
“We have to,” I smiled. Then he slowly slid out of me, slightly tickling me. I moaned and gave a heavy sigh. He felt delicious, and it made me forget my troubles. It made me forget just for a few minutes that I would never see my husband again, or that I did not get to tell him goodbye.
Truo lifted me up off the table and walked me back to the bottom of the stairs.
“What will we do now?” he asked.
“Nothing. Nothing can be done. I am stuck,” I said as I left his sight. I quietly walked up the stone steps, trying not to breathe too hard. I was shaking with fear. If I were caught, it would be possible that someone would know that I had been with another Corillion warrior. Suddenly the stakes were higher. I entered the hallway at the top of the stairs. I heard a loud groan. My eyes grew wide.
I quickly ran as light-footed as I could to my bedroom chamber door. I grabbed the empty tray of food that was on the table outside my door just as Cyro came to the top of the stairs.
“What are you doing out of bed?” he shouted at me.
“I was just putting the tray of food on the table, and the door shut behind me on its own,” I said.
“You do not look well. You are sweaty and red in the face. Are you getting worse?” he asked.
“It is called a fever. It raises the temperature of the human body and makes me sweat. It is so that the sickness will leave my body through the sweat,” I said to him, realizing that the sexual encounter with Truo had left me a sweaty mess. The fever was a good cover up. Cyro stepped back, scared of the illness that was sweating out of my skin.
“Then you must get to bed. Do not be in the hallway if you are contagious. Put the tray down, and I will have someone fetch it for you,” then he turned and left down the stairs that he came up. I sighed in relief and put the tray down and entered my room. I had narrowly escaped and thanked myself for being so quick witted.