Authors note: So the reason it took so long to get the third part out, is because I wanted to have the fourth one done and waiting. After countless re reads and tweaks and planning of the future story I finally got it to a point I really like. But remember I like to have more story than just rampant sex, I get its literotica, put I don't wanna write "She was Hot, like really Hot. And dudes dick, massive. Then they slapped them hams, *spaghetti slurping noises* so much jizz! end of story" I don't wanna write like that, so please remember I love writing stories, I want you to understand the characters and be enthralled by the story. I swear, the third one was up for 30 min and somebody voted it 1 star, ouch. But please enjoy, and be forewarned, Ginrar was banished, that was mentioned before, you have to do some pretty brutal stuff in a race of amazon warriors that have a reputation as cold blooded menaces. So there are depictions of blood, gore, and violence. NONE of it sexuallized, but I just want to make the squeamish aware of it.
Please enjoy. I cried writing some of this.
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Teloo stood on the Tallhee homeworld, watching the Growth shuttle that carried her daughter, Ginrar and her partner, Roke. Seeing it disappear into the distance she smiled at the joy they shared together during the short stay. She wished she had more time with her, more chances to try and help her with the torment that must be raging inside her still. She exhaled and bit her lip for a moment, 'Maybe next time.' Then turning to leave and head home, she was surprised to find Saffee waiting behind her.
"She's changed den?" Saffee said with a smile.
Teloo nodded with motherly affection adorning her red face, "It appears she has."
As they smiled Teloo looked to the woods around them, the people had gone about their lives and moved on. But one had stayed behind, the old woman who had tied Ginrar and Roke together, her expression somber as she looked to Teloo. Nodding her head as she turned her gaze from her and started to leave, returning to her own home.
Teloo looked at the dirt for a moment, collecting her thoughts, "Did you give it to him?"
Saffee pursed her lips and tilted her head down, the gravity of the situation to come weighing on her as well. "Yes, he'll find it when he's alone."
"You're sure of it? If she finds it first, she may stop him." Teloo said gravely.
Saffee thought of the gift she had given him, she had made sure to stack the more riskay items on top, betting that he would be embarrassed and wait till he was alone. She felt a rush of shame wash over her as she remembered how she smiled when he looked inside and reacted the way she anticipated he would. "I'm positive, Teloo."
Saffee and Teloo both walked together back to the village, silently taking their time to make their way through the trees and undergrowth. Finally entering back into the village limits and parting ways, Saffee going back to her watch tower, and Teloo back to her home.
Teloo walked into the humble abode, stepping inside and closing the door, ensuring no one saw the shaking hand she used to push it shut. She stepped through the home and caught the sight of her love looking back at her. Teloos heart skipped and jumped into her throat, as she stared at the picture of her other half, Fenrar, that had been taken from her. The man ripped away from her life, leaving her to walk alone and only have pictures of his handsome face to remind her of the love they shared.
Her heart broke, a war raging within, wondering if she had made the right decision as she slowly walked to the shelf where his memory stayed. Teloos hand reaching out and her fingers gently grasping the frame that she looked at everyday. His image printed on the paper, with their cherished daughter riding his shoulders, the proud father and his entire world riding on top of him. Two smiles emblazoned on their faces as they reveled in one another's presence.
The tears poured from Teloos face as she leaned against the wall, she held her hand to her mouth as she kept her trembling lips from whispering his name. She looked at the small bottle that was now visible on the shelf, revealed from its hiding spot behind the photo. Its contents now slightly more empty after the gift she had slipped into their belongings.
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"You know, I think your people really like me." Roke said in a chipper tone as he played with a pen he found on the dashboard. He looked at it with a smile as he twirled it in the fingers of his left hand, spinning on the knuckle of his thumb as he used to do when he was a child. The red hand moving to his commands as if it had been his all throughout his life, diligent fingers carrying the dangerous brown tips.
"Oh, think so?" Gin said as she typed away on the dashboard of the ship. They had just left her Tallhee home world and were on their way back, she sent a message to growth asking for their shuttle loaded with their belongings be dispatched. She leaned over the dash while awaiting a response and making sure their stuff had not been touched, her mind flashing to the last time her and Roke had been in a frenzied and drooling mess on it.
She received a message back and read it to herself, 'Ginrar, after your departure your platform was sealed and awaits your call. No one has entered or had contact with your belongings, It will be dispatched back to your working planet shortly after this message reaches you. Please return your current shuttle once you have landed on your working planet by instructing it to 'Return Home'. Safe travels -Growth staff.'
Gin was happy to receive the message so quickly, and was even happier to know they kept their belongings safe and were sending them back to them.
"Ok, you ready to go back to work?" Gin asked Roke.
"I suppose so, I wouldn't mind a couple more days of vacation, but it should be pretty easy." He said with an eyebrow raised and his voice full of confidence. He eyed the dancing plastic in his fingers, he caught the pen against the pad of his thumb and the claw of his middle finger, ready to flick it back to the console. He pushed his finger forward, squeezing the pen against his thumb and then letting it sail through the air. Flinching as he watched it overshoot his target of the cubby hole that held more pens, and careening into the shuttles wall with an explosion of plastic.
Gin didn't flinch as the pieces of the writing utensil showered around her, she leaned back and took a mental list over what needed to be done.
-Check droids to ensure they're working correctly
-Check water bacteria and purity levels
-Ensure wheat grain isn't deteriorating soil
'Actually it should be pretty easy.' she thought to herself in agreement with Roke.
Ginrar moved to one of the bench seats that lined the center of the craft, sitting down and watching Roke. The way he seemed to inspect every wrinkle and hair on the back of his gifted hand, how he slowly worked the fingers and paid attention to how the knuckles felt. How the blank expression she had met him with only a year ago was gone and replaced with content joy. The gentle upwards curves on the edges of his mouth, showing the faintest smile as his eyes shined with an untouchable happy vigor.
"Roke, please come here." Gin said softly, not realizing she had her own smile on her face, with an eagerness inside her to share something with him.
Roke stood and walked over, he felt the chill of the craft and wondered if Ginrar would put her coat on. He approached and watched her lay out on the bench seat, stretching and taking up every bit of real estate it might have offered him.
"Hey now?" he said as he tilted his head and gave her a cross look.
Gin raised the arm that was pressed to the seat back, folding it and tucking her hand behind her head. Then holding out her other hand to him, fingers gently bent and signaling him to grasp her.
Roke took her hand without a second thought, connecting with her and letting his thoughts open to the woman he loved. Seeing what she had in mind, he smiled and followed what she was thinking.
Ginrar closed her eyes, feeling the seats foam sink more as Roke added his weight to it, nestling in between her and the back of the bench. Taking the open area that was provided after her arm was moved, he worked his way in, one leg running against her and the other laying on top of her thighs, the left arm he was laying on pressing into the seat but not having its circulation pinched off. The other arm over her torso, he laid his head just under her neck, his chin against one of her voluptuous pillows as his ear listened to her heartbeat. The smell of cinnamon filled his nose as he seemed to melt into the safety of his Tallhee partner. Wiggling his toes and exhaling in content as he felt his mind mixing with hers.
Ginrar had been so enamored with taking him on the first night of having his new gift, but now she wanted him in a more sentimental way. She opened herself, letting his mind flow into hers like water, his blue essences mixing with her red as they swirled and danced in it. The happy elated love of the two tinting to become a deep and embracing shade of purple. She formed it to Roke, coddling him in her embrace within her own soul as she brushed any darkness he may carry off him. She could feel him doing the same, shining his light on her and vaporizing any blemish she might have that would tarnish her glow.
Within the two as they mixed, her inner beings hand touched him, the wide and shining red palm dragging along him. Where they connected the color shifted as it mixed, then dragging it wiped the tar from him and let it drop. Splashing into a pool down below, she watched in her mind as the two twisted and tangled. Wondering what Roke saw and curious if he could feel her essence mixed together with his in this dream they shared.
She watched as his beings hand touched her midsection, then slowly pressed and ran up her souls body. The warmth flowing through her as the colors changed and swirled within the vessel that was now them. Her hand on his back melting into him and spinning his delight as she could feel the joy inside, pulling him closer and closer as the shape of two bodies morphed into a single orb.
This was how Tallhee shared themselves with the ones they chose to love, this was the ultimate bliss for those tied, to have and to hold. The minds and deepest being of the two becoming one as they breathed into each other. After this, to lose one would feel like half of your own being was yanked away from you, a devoid darkness being cast over you like night falling upon the one wailing in despair.
But as they did this, Ginrar made sure to not let them fall to the depths below, to not become too careless and to show him the weight she carried. Dancing and cascading over the shimmering blackness that pooled below them. Its unforgiving reflection showing their image back to them, taunting the two over the fact that no matter how much they tried. It would still be below and with them, that it was them, and they were it. Rippling and lapping at the edges with gentle care as they stayed away from its icy grip.
Ginrar knew it was there, had been more than aware that her past was still pooled within her, that as long as she held herself out of it. She wouldn't fall back into the gnashing and snarling maw of it, she would have to kick and grab at the thick and sinking weight of it. Trying to pull herself upwards and out, to breathe with freedom and slink away from it as her being screamed.
'He'll find out at some point...we are tied...I am his, and he is mine.' she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Not wanting to let it haunt her while she basked with him in the light they shared. For a fleeting moment the call of the void rang out in her head, to plunge into it, grip him tight and dive forward.
