us both in a comforting pulse that reminds me of a cat’s purr.
Pascel disappears from sight, limping ahead of us as we enter a much denser forest with smaller but more compact trees. It’s similar to Earth—in the fall! The colors are all incredible, blending into a streaming haze of orange, violet, and maroon.
I’m fascinated by his strange purr at first. I release my hands clasped around his neck, letting one of my palms slide down to his bare chest and spreading my fingers over his dark purple skin. He has just the right amount of hair here, not too much and not too little. He doesn’t look like a little kid, but he also doesn’t look like a bear waiting to strike.
Tracing the lighter lines on his skin, I realize they’re all scars. They look like brands with their faint coloring, but they’re fine and ornate. From what I can see on his chest and arms that show around his vest, he has a lot. Pascal had some, but he has at least double the amount and they extend up his neck and around to under his hair.
It’s probably a minute later before I realize the effect his rumble is having on me. My legs are wrapped tight around his hips, supporting my body’s weight, and I can feel the reverberation right through him into me… and my clit. How horny I was before doesn’t even compare to what I’m feeling now. Sure, the sound is soothing, and my stomach doesn’t feel like it’s going to lose… whatever last meal I had, but it’s also having a very arousing effect on me.
We’re traveling around the trees at an even faster pace than we crossed the field, and I see nothing that reminds me of a trail. Occasionally, Kaneer’s arms tighten as he springs over a larger bush or clump of trees that’d be impossible for him to get around quickly. The undergrowth is much more compact and interspersed with new and different shades of foliage in an array of colors. Some are even green.
The purring sound he’s making throbs through me, starting at my core. I’ve pretty much given up too. Dropping my head on his shoulder, I submit to the soothing sound, letting it flow through me.
I know how it’s affecting—everything. My nipples are hard, and I can feel every jolt as they slide against the wrap I’m wearing. I try to ignore it, but the intense sensation is magnified on my clit, riding against his hipbone. Slowly but surely, I ignore it as long as I can, until I know that I can’t take it any longer. The already hypersensitive area between my legs has me wondering if there’s something wrong with me.
“Are we almost there yet?” I try not to smirk at the classic quote my siblings and I always asked my adoptive dad when we went on road trips. The question became a standing joke over time, quizzing him periodically even if we knew where we were going and how long it’d take. Just thinking about my family brings tears to my eyes, as I wonder if I’ll ever see any of them again.
All I get is a grunt, but within a few minutes, I hear the distinctive sound of a stream, and we break through some dancing foliage right onto the edge of the water. My body immediately lets me know of its other urgent needs. I’ve got to pee!
Wiggling in his arms, I straighten my legs, trying to push off of him and get to the ground. “Wait. Please… I have to go.”
Instead of releasing me as I expect, his arms tighten where they’re holding me at the top of my thighs. “You need to go?” He repeats, his annoyance rumbling through me.
Rolling my eyes, I use my free hand to draw up the heavy weight of my hair to the side, so I can look at him full in the face. “No, silly. I just need to go to the bathroom. Urinate?”
Kaneer immediately lowers me down his body, rubbing me against him as he does. It’s then I realize just how much fluid has leaked out of me. Could I have gotten my period?
I mean, I know I’m horny, but this is a bit ridiculous. Trying not to look down but knowing there’s a good chance I’ve got a major wet spot on the front of my dress where the material was the only barrier between me and him, I pull away.