Chapter Six

Dinner talk was a continuation of questions that would help them understand where they were and what to expect while there.  Arthur expressed his desire for them to stay in Hopeville with him, but  Kendra and Rex were non-committal.  As was Ari.  Felix and Olga, on the other hand, were eager to settle in.

Since they could come up with no other reason not to stay in Arthur’s village than the fact that they were eager to continue on to retrieve -and possibly rescue- Eugene from Center Land, they stayed silent and remained amiable while Olga and Felix peppered their host with questions about life there.

When it came time to call it a night, they didn’t know if they were exhausted from their ordeal of trekking through the pitch black tunnel or from pummeling Arthur with a barrage of questions.   Since Arthur’s home provided only one bedroom and a pull out sofa in his little office, Kendra and Rex insisted that the newlyweds take the office.   Olga shamelessly accepted Arthur’s offer to sleep with him in his room.  If she’d been concerned about what her family might think, she needn’t have been. Each and every one of them, including Ari, were elated to see her finally happy.

Sleeping bags were rolled out onto the living room floor for Kendra and Rex.

Since he’d yet to have his turn in the shower, Rex allowed himself a longer and hotter one than the others had been able to take as compensation for being last as well as having to sleep on the floor.

If the truth were to be known, neither he nor Kendra were strangers to spending the night on the hard ground in sleeping bags, so, of all of the people under that roof, they were the least to be affected by it in a negative way.  In fact, with the carpet beneath them and a warm floor beneath that, the accommodations were quite comfortable.

“I’m exhausted, wife,”  he said as he exited the bathroom in all of his naked glory while vigorously rubbing the moisture from his freshly washed hair.

“Someone might come out,” Kendra hissed. “You should cover yourself.”

He gave her a grin that was a mixture of mischief and lust as he crawled on the floor next to her.  “I’ve been longing to be alone with you.”

She felt like  a nervous schoolgirl as he snuggled up close to her. 

He tossed the towel across the room. “I’ve been wanting to make love to you since we escaped that place, but I feared rejection.  I’m hoping that won’t happen now that we’re kind of back together.  Am I right?”

She propped herself on her elbow and supported her head with her hand. “When were we ever apart?”

He rolled onto his back and folded his powerful arms so that his hands were behind his head while he looked up at the ceiling.  The glow of the moonlight filtered through the nearby windowpane just enough to allow him to see her facial expressions.  He was just afraid to look.  “You’ve been acting standoffish since we escaped.  I figured it was because you were turned off by what happened and didn’t want me touching you.”

She took a deep breath. “It wasn’t really like that.  Kind of, but not…”

“I don’t blame you,” he interrupted.  “I wouldn’t want to be with a man who’d been used like a stud animal to breed woman after woman like I was, either.  I feel almost contaminated from the inside out.  I imagine you’re experiencing the same when you’re near me.”

“I was used too,” she reminded him.

“I suspected as much,” he sighed as he quickly glanced at the baby that was soundly sleeping on a thick cushion a few yards away. “But it’s my baby that you escaped with.”

“I miscarried,” she choked out. “I kept it a secret so that I could be removed from the breeding rotation.”

“That was smart,” he said.  Then, after a moment of silence, he asked, “Is that why you didn’t want me to touch you?  Because you experienced, firsthand, what I was doing day after day?”

She shook her head.  A small tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek as she assured him that he had it all wrong.  It wasn’t him that she was disgusted with.  It was her.  She hated herself for what happened and for the fact that she’d done little to stop it.  Drug or no drug, she should have done something.  When he insisted that she elaborate, she gathered the courage to tell him about the repeated raping from the guards even after she was removed from the breeding rotation and no longer receiving the shot that consumed her faculties and made her an amiable breeder.  She also told of the continual theft of her milk and how helpless and violated she felt.  It was a difficult story to tell, but she inherently knew that if they didn’t open up and tell all, there would always be a barrier between them.  So, she took a risk that telling all would put them on the road toward returning to the way they were instead of driving them further apart.

Rex waited for her to finish her story before saying, “So, just to be clear.  You waited until you were no longer effected by the drugs and there was only one guard before you fought back?”

“My head was back to normal before that,” she admitted.

He took a deep breath, pulled her close, and placed a light kiss on her forehead. “Listen to me, my love.  What you did was very brave.  Let’s not forget that you were a prisoner in what I expect was an enormous complex that was filled with aliens and evil men just like the guards who used you so wrongly.  They could have killed you for fighting back.”

“I was hoping that they would,” she admitted.

“I’m thankful they didn’t,” he said in a soft voice.

“It was after I fought back that I met my first alien.  She was super intimidating,” she said.

Rex chuckled as he said, “I won’t argue with that one.  The female who captured me was mammoth.”

“The one who they called for after I fought back and raised such a ruckus had the guard that I fought off killed as punishment,”  she continued.  Then, with a sad tone, she added, “He turned out to be the brother of the woman who rescued us.”

“Woah,” Rex said as he kissed her temple. “Not only did you suffer physically, but it was an emotional hell on so many levels for you.  My poor love.”

“You too,” she protested.

He vigorously shook his head. “I was drugged almost as soon as I was captured.  The entire ordeal is one big blur.”

He considered telling her about his illusion of seeing his first wife and child grown up, but decided against it. In many ways, his wife was broken and needed time to mend.  Giving her a reason to think that he still pined for his first wife and envisioned her instead of Kendra while locked up was simply asking for trouble.  He couldn’t explain why it happened. He assumed that it was guilt, but he’d probably never know for certain.

“Will  you kiss me?” she asked with meek hesitation.

“You need to ask?” he replied as he repositioned himself and gently lowered his lips to hers.  “I’ll kiss you all night, if that’s what you want.”

She reached up to hold his head in place while she inched closer, until she was practically beneath him.  His mouth stayed on hers as he cautiously traced her curves with his fingers.  At first, every inch of her body stiffened with tension, but he didn’t stop.  Instead, he slowly caressed her until he could feel her resistance fading.

When it felt like it was the right thing to do, he lifted the tee shirt that she’d worn to sleep in and cupped her breast.  Since his lips were still consuming hers, she sucked in air through her nose as she arched her back.  It was the signal that he was waiting for.  He released her lips and quickly pulled the tee shirt over her head.  It was easy to see that her abundant breasts were wanting and ready, but he still hesitated.  Her body was ready, but was her mind?

“Are you okay with this?” he whispered.

Her voice cracked as she asked, “If I’m not, will you stop?”

“Absolutely,” he assured her in a low, sultry tone that gave her chills. “Give me a safe word. If I hear you say it, I’ll stop no matter what.”

“I don’t know what word to use,” she said. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

He gave a low chuckle at her naivety. “My beautiful wife.  I only want you to feel safe with me.  If there ever comes a time when you don’t like what’s happening and no longer feel safe, you need only say the word and I’ll stop.  But, we need a word to identify that.”

“Oh,” she giggled. “Okay.”  Her eyes lit up in a playful manner as she thought about what word to use. 

After an excruciatingly lengthy time, Rex grew impatient. “Are you going to give me a word?”

“I’m thinking,” she said.

“Good grief,” he complained. “I’ll pick the word.  How about ‘safe’.  Just say the word ‘safe’ and I’ll stop.”

“That’s not very imaginative,” she pouted.

“No, it’s not,” he admitted, “but it will do the job.”

She heaved a satisfied sigh as she adjusted her body beneath him.  “Okay.”

Noticing that there had been enough time for the arousal that he’d created in her body to dissipate, he slowly began to tease her again.  He took his time tracing her erogenous zones with is hands until he was sure that it was safe to include his lips in the mix. 

It wasn’t long before their love making was back to the old and familiar.  As he suckled her breasts while working his magic on her womanhood with his hands, she realized that this was exactly what she needed to wash away the memories of the brutal violating that she’d endured.  

When he finally entered her, it was slow and beautiful.  Again, something that she desperately needed.  When he released his seed and remained inside of her while whispering his undying love, she made no mention of the fact that he’d taken no precaution against pregnancy.  Not that she minded having his baby.  She’d love nothing more than to feel the life that he’d placed inside of her growing.  Her only concern was that she’d rather not conceive until after they’d retrieved her son from the hands of those people and found a place to settle into and make their home.  She wondered if he’d even taken pregnancy into consideration or if  his time as a captive had caused him to grow so accustomed to simply releasing his seed upon orgasm that he did it automatically.

She’d been impregnated twice already, so she knew that she was fertile.  She just questioned if damage had been done during her miscarriage.  Or, perhaps there were side effects to the shots that she and Rex were submitted to. Maybe she couldn’t conceive again, or it wouldn’t be as easy to conceive.  Although she wanted and prayed that she was still fertile, in some small way, she hoped that it would be a little more difficult for her to conceive.  She needed her body to stay in top form for what lay ahead.

She shrugged off her concerns as she felt his need for her returning. Whatever was meant to be, would be.  At that moment, all that truly mattered was that she and Rex were on the road to normalcy; something she knew that they both wanted.  If it was sex that was going to take them all the way back to their normal point, then, so be it.  Soon it was her initiating the slow, rhythmic movements that would eventually become aggressive thrusts that would take them both to the stars and back.

After several more sessions of intense love making, they lay, completely spent, and listened to the night’s silence.  To their surprise, amusement, and satisfaction, they heard a soft male roar  as he reached his orgasmic peak coming from behind Arthur’s bedroom door. It was followed by a feminine moan of pleasure.  Silence was just settling back in when they heard lighthearted giggling trickling through the door.

Rex chuckled, softly. “I’d have expected to hear that coming from the office.  Felix tells me that when it works, it works well.  It being their first night in a bed after their wedding, I’m assuming he’s got it working.”

Kendra gave him a light slap and scoffed. “You need to mind your business, my love.  What anyone is doing behind doors isn’t our business.”

“Unless they make it so with a nice loud roar,” Rex said, laughingly as he slid his arm beneath Kendra and pulled her close.

She rolled onto her side and draped her lean leg over her husband’s abdomen.  With a smile of satisfaction, she said in a soft, breathy whisper, “No one should be alone and without love. That’s been a long time coming.”