to bed. He kissed me before I fell asleep.
Day
3
I was
having the most wonderful dream. I was dreaming that he was running
his hands all over my body. Kissing and suckling me as he went. I
reached for him in my sleep and found him. My eyes flew open. He was
really doing all those wonderful things to me.
He
entered into me easily a few seconds after waking me, thrusting
slowly in and out. I reached out to him, my only hold on sanity. If
he wasn't in my life anymore it wouldn't be worth living.
I
enjoyed each stroke he gave me. He moved a little, bringing his chest
over my face. That was when I felt it. He was hitting the same place
that he hit inside of me last night. The one that had made me turn
into a wild bawling woman. My head fell back again and the tears
started following again. I was crying in pleasure, even screaming
with it. I was sure the whole ship could hear me but I couldn't worry
about that in this important moment, the most important moment I had
ever had. I was yearning to reach my goal, so thankful that he had
made it into his goal too. This was something that I couldn't do
without him. I needed him. He had made me dependent on him in every
way. He was my anchor without him I would be lost at sea, scared and
all alone.
His
thrusts were so amazing. He increased his speed and I screamed out
even louder. I was just crying and coming over and over again. One
climax would rock my body and then it was followed by the next one,
too many to count.
He
joined me, also coming. I could feel his seed filling me as my juices
released, washing him with my pleasure. The bed under me was soaking
wet. I was shaking and clinging onto him.
His
heart relaxed much faster than mine did. He was kissing my hair when
I was able to realize little things like that. I sighed glad that he
was still fully inside of me. I belonged to him so thoroughly. I
smiled at him and stroked his face. I once again wished that we could
pillow talk with each other. I wanted to know him, to know everything
about him. I wanted to be able to feel that he was mine too.
I was
still worried that he would lose interest in me soon. I was hoping
that we could be together forever. My fear of losing him was just too
close to the surface. I felt like I had been brainwashed and I loved
it.
After
bath time we went to breakfast. The others were there but I only had
eyes for him. I was careful not to lick his fingers to sensually.
Something I had believed that I could never be.
After
breakfast I went with him to his court. I sat on his lap as he spoke
with his subjects. This was so medieval. Kidnap your woman, beat them
to compliance, take them at your will and sit on a throne and play
judge for the peasants. The only thing missing were the chicken as
gifts of gratitude.
I was
surprised how sarcastic I could be on his lap. Being apart from him
would have reduced me to tears.
All of
his subjects stared at me. Should I be ashamed because I was the
woman sleeping with their leader? I was slowly accepting that this
wasn't the world I had known. This couldn't be earth but to even
think that scared me. There was something very different about him.
He was too tall and thick. His eyes too black and mirror-like. I
longed to know his mind. The missing piece. I wanted to know what I
was to him. The woman who warmed his lap or was I more?
He
noticed my mood. He took my little hand in his. A hand too big and
too thick to be human. What had I gotten myself into? I looked around
the room as I fought tears of fear once again. I shouldn't worry
about that right now. He wasn't doing anything to hurt me at the
moment. And the things that he had done that had hurt me, I could
look upon in a different light at this point. I scolded myself once
again as I had done so often since the bombs had dropped. Had he
ordered the bombs to fall, killing my loved ones and destroying
everything I knew. Perhaps, for his own personal gain? I didn't
believe that he would have done that just to
Day
3
I was
having the most wonderful dream. I was dreaming that he was running
his hands all over my body. Kissing and suckling me as he went. I
reached for him in my sleep and found him. My eyes flew open. He was
really doing all those wonderful things to me.
He
entered into me easily a few seconds after waking me, thrusting
slowly in and out. I reached out to him, my only hold on sanity. If
he wasn't in my life anymore it wouldn't be worth living.
I
enjoyed each stroke he gave me. He moved a little, bringing his chest
over my face. That was when I felt it. He was hitting the same place
that he hit inside of me last night. The one that had made me turn
into a wild bawling woman. My head fell back again and the tears
started following again. I was crying in pleasure, even screaming
with it. I was sure the whole ship could hear me but I couldn't worry
about that in this important moment, the most important moment I had
ever had. I was yearning to reach my goal, so thankful that he had
made it into his goal too. This was something that I couldn't do
without him. I needed him. He had made me dependent on him in every
way. He was my anchor without him I would be lost at sea, scared and
all alone.
His
thrusts were so amazing. He increased his speed and I screamed out
even louder. I was just crying and coming over and over again. One
climax would rock my body and then it was followed by the next one,
too many to count.
He
joined me, also coming. I could feel his seed filling me as my juices
released, washing him with my pleasure. The bed under me was soaking
wet. I was shaking and clinging onto him.
His
heart relaxed much faster than mine did. He was kissing my hair when
I was able to realize little things like that. I sighed glad that he
was still fully inside of me. I belonged to him so thoroughly. I
smiled at him and stroked his face. I once again wished that we could
pillow talk with each other. I wanted to know him, to know everything
about him. I wanted to be able to feel that he was mine too.
I was
still worried that he would lose interest in me soon. I was hoping
that we could be together forever. My fear of losing him was just too
close to the surface. I felt like I had been brainwashed and I loved
it.
After
bath time we went to breakfast. The others were there but I only had
eyes for him. I was careful not to lick his fingers to sensually.
Something I had believed that I could never be.
After
breakfast I went with him to his court. I sat on his lap as he spoke
with his subjects. This was so medieval. Kidnap your woman, beat them
to compliance, take them at your will and sit on a throne and play
judge for the peasants. The only thing missing were the chicken as
gifts of gratitude.
I was
surprised how sarcastic I could be on his lap. Being apart from him
would have reduced me to tears.
All of
his subjects stared at me. Should I be ashamed because I was the
woman sleeping with their leader? I was slowly accepting that this
wasn't the world I had known. This couldn't be earth but to even
think that scared me. There was something very different about him.
He was too tall and thick. His eyes too black and mirror-like. I
longed to know his mind. The missing piece. I wanted to know what I
was to him. The woman who warmed his lap or was I more?
He
noticed my mood. He took my little hand in his. A hand too big and
too thick to be human. What had I gotten myself into? I looked around
the room as I fought tears of fear once again. I shouldn't worry
about that right now. He wasn't doing anything to hurt me at the
moment. And the things that he had done that had hurt me, I could
look upon in a different light at this point. I scolded myself once
again as I had done so often since the bombs had dropped. Had he
ordered the bombs to fall, killing my loved ones and destroying
everything I knew. Perhaps, for his own personal gain? I didn't
believe that he would have done that just to
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