Lindsay strolled down the thin, dirt footpath to the makeshift hospital. It was weird to think of Sirix with another woman. But then, it wasn't as though there was any romance to it. She was his chosen companion, whatever that meant.
He did say he loved me, she thought, but that was after sex, that doesn't count. If I had a dollar for every man who'd said that to me while we were lying naked in bed, well, I wouldn't be rich, but I'd never have to worry whether I had enough money for take-out. She smirked.
But he didn't seem to know he didn't mean it. Maybe he did. It didn't matter, they both knew this was temporary. She'd be going home soon enough. She missed it so much! It was probably well into summer now. She would be lying on the beach or maybe hitting the surf.
Maybe that guy from the cheesesteak shack would still be there. He hadn't been much in the way of brains, but he was sweet and he was cute and when he'd stood waist deep in the ocean while she lay on her surfboard letting the low waves push her into him under the new moon... Well, she hoped he'd still be there. She'd need something to make her forget about Sirix. Maybe a few somethings. To forget them all. Donil, Nol, Sirix...
Her heart ached. "You can't stay here," she said aloud. "You can't. They are literally aliens. Aliens who are losing a war. If you stay you could die and those mutants will probably pull your body apart and use it for experiments."
That will happen if you go home, too, her mind quickly answered. And you love him.
"That remains to be determined."
And now a bunch of muses singing a Disney song was playing in her mind. She winced, gripping her front. Her core muscles were so sore! "That's what you get for four days of mind-blowing sex," she admonished herself.
More than mind-blowing! She'd never felt climaxes so intense, never had so many orgasms... or a man so dedicated to bringing them out of her. Well, she had, but for their own gratification, to feel like they'd accomplished some magical feat of manhood, not solely for her pleasure. She could feel herself growing wet just remembering him. Mmm... the way his tongue felt...
She adjusted the egg in her hand. No, that would be later. It would definitely be later. She was going to kneel over his face and let him go at it until she'd had enough the second she got back.
"Donil!" she cried, spotting the white dress among the herbs in the garden.
Donil stood, flipping her long white hair, and Lindsay stopped short, staring. "Lindsay!" She smiled that sweet smile that could take anyone's breath away. It melted into a look of concern. "Lindsay? Are you unwell?"
Lindsay turned around, hiding her flushed cheeks and took a deep breath. She turned back with a smile. "I'm fine," she said.
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"How does she not know what she does to people?!" Lindsay demanded of Sirix as he worked her vagina with his tongue, his hands gripping her thighs.
"You're very worked up about it," he said, peeking out from under her, a glint in his eye.
"Of course I am! She's perfect! She's smart and beautiful and kind, and she's a doctor. The guys should be all over her! Ugh! Make me cum!" She felt the twisting of his tongue around her clit and screamed out all of her frustration as her body rocked and shook under the force of her passions.
She collapsed beside Sirix, nuzzling into him. He kissed her brow. "In peaceful times, they would be. A woman like Donil would almost certainly be consort to the Bona Serat Corsar, if not the Bona Serat Corsar, herself. But now... beauty, grace, excelling intelligence, an uncompromising iron will, they just don't matter as much. Men want their babies to survive and be heroes for our people. That means women like Nol are competed for, to the neglect of women like Donil.
