Outlander (Borealis) (8 page)

So close…

He plunged two fingers inside my opening, curling them up,
stimulating my g-spot while he continued to lick and suck my pussy. I bucked
against the restraints and the fact that they limited my range of motion, sent
me into an erotic frenzy. I pointed my toes as my chin pressed into my chest.

My thighs quivered as the pleasure swept over me. When I
came, the contractions were so intense that the passion of our bond reached
every cell in my body, leaving me with a sense of wholeness.

He grimaced again briefly, but soon he was pinning me deeper
into the mattress with his weight. The hard metal coils of his chastity device
rubbed against my open, engorged pussy.

The excitement built again, tempered by the fact that I knew
this was hurting him. “You don’t have to put yourself through this.”

“Hush, little sub. My pleasure comes from a place deeper
than my cock.”

Increasing his rhythm and friction against me, he was
sending me tumbling over a steep waterfall. I fell deep into it, crashing into
the delightful sensations. My orgasm exploded and reached out to the tips of my
fingers and toes. It drained me of energy, leaving me spent and trembling.

Exhausted, and in obvious pain, Marcus kissed me lightly on
the mouth. After removing my restraints, he scooped me up, my cheek resting on
his chest. I was a rag doll in his arms.

“Now I hold you,” he whispered in my ear. His eyes were
shining with emotion, their blue-green hue brighter than I had ever seen it.
“Claire Alexis.”

It took a few seconds for the words to register. When it
finally hit me that he had given me a name, I was struck with a sense of
catharsis. It affected me more than I could have ever imagined.
Claire
fit somehow and I wanted to cry from the emotions that welled up inside me. I
just didn’t have the strength. There were so many things I needed to say to
Marcus, but they would have to wait because he spoke the words that sent me
straight to sleep.

Oil drizzled lazily from my shoulder to the swell of my
breasts. Alone at the lagoon, we were both silent. As I stared at the sun’s
rays, watching them dance over the lagoon’s surface, I filled with a sense of
peace.

With lubricated hands, Marcus attended to my curves. It
ended too soon with a cascade of water. “What are you thinking right now,
Claire?”

His words snapped me out of my stupor. “What?” After two
beats I caught myself. “Dominus.”  

Grabbing me by the waist, he drew me close, pressing against
me as chains jangled in complaint. “Your mind is occupied.”

“Am I that transparent, Dominus?”

“Sometimes our bodies can say more than words.”

As he clicked open the shackles that tethered me to the
wall, I thought how true that statement was for Marcus. With a glance, a gentle
touch, a brush of his lips against my neck, he communicated volumes.

I wanted him so bad, it hurt.

His pupils dilated when I ran my fingernails down his chest.
He caught my hands before they could travel any further south. “Are you trying
to seduce me?”

Pink bloomed on my cheeks. “No, Dominus.” Beads of water
cooled on my skin as the rich tang of ozone from the rushing waterfalls made me
feel lazy. “Can we stay in the water a little longer?”

Marcus kissed my palm and led me to a shallow area where we
could sit on rocky ledges with water up to our waist. “Now will you tell me
what’s on your mind?”

On a rounded depression in the rock, Marcus nestled between
my legs, my back pressed against his front. His chastity device poked the small
of my back.

It took a concerted effort to push aside the erotic tension,
but I had something to say. “May I speak freely, Dominus?”

“You may,” he said, with a cadence of warning. “For now.”

Nervous, but feeling brave, I started to talk. “I have
questions about Borealis.”

Rippled arms curled tightly around me as Marcus leaned into
my neck. “Ask,” he whispered.

Only Marcus could make an ordinary word sound so suggestive.

“The planet I come from…” He tensed behind me and I almost
lost my nerve.

Without a word, he took a deep breath.

There were so many questions swimming in my head, I had to
risk angering him. “Our bodies, they have…functions.”

A breast cupped in each hand, he pressed himself harder
against me. “Our bodies have functions in Borealis too.”

“Yes,” I said, almost breathlessly, “but I’m talking about
functions besides sex.”

Marcus perched me onto his lap so he could see my face.
“Like what?”

“Our Gods do not create men and women that look like you or
me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When a man comes—we also say ‘ejaculates’—into a woman’s
vagina, it is not only a release of pleasure.”

He scrunched his nose as if he’d bitten into a lemon.
“Vagina?”

I rolled my eyes. “Pussy, Marcus. When a man
comes
into a woman’s
pussy
, he releases a fluid that contains sperm.”

Marcus was confused. I had to explain several terms and the
details of conception to him before we could proceed.

After answering a barrage of questions, he hung on my every
word, engrossed with the creation of life on Earth. “A person grows inside
another person? Like animals?”

“Yes.”

“That’s disgusting,” he said, appalled.

I chuckled at the thought of him watching an actual birth.

I placed his hands on my belly. “The real pain happens when
the baby is born, about nine months after conception.” I corrected myself when
it dawned on me that time was not measured in weeks, months or years in
Borealis. After a quick calculation in my head, I said, “That is equivalent to
270 days. Anyway, after that time, the baby comes out of the woman’s body
through her vagina.”

The idea shocked him. He held me at arm’s length as if he
was trying to jar me back to sanity. “That would be excruciating.”

“Yes, childbirth is very painful.”

“How big is a baby anyway?”

“Sizes can vary, but about this big.” I used my arms to
cradle an imaginary baby.

Grimacing, he mulled that over. “Why would your God birth
people like animals? It seems cruel. Is it a form of worship?”

His interesting take on childbirth made me smile. “I suppose
in a way it is. And men do not have babies, only women do.”

“I should hope not,” he snorted. Like a child listening to a
bedtime story, he looked at me expectantly. “What happens next?”

“Babies come into the world helpless, unable to speak, walk,
bathe or feed themselves. Parents must do everything for them. The mother feeds
the baby through her breast. Milk comes out of a little hole at the end of a
woman’s nipple.”

I twitched when he pinched my right nipple and stared at its
tip. “You don’t have a little hole.”

“No.” It was another puzzling reality of the changes my body
had undergone in Borealis, along with so many others, like the fact that I
could be nourished by one small meal a day—breakfast, and that there was no
need to urinate, defecate or menstruate.

With awe he listened to me explain how babies grow into
children and eventually into adults. Marcus was especially spellbound with
parenthood itself. “That is unbelievable.”

“How a baby turns into an adult?”

“Yes, that too, but I mean all the work the,” he searched
for the term, “
Parents
put into it. So much teaching and leading for
such a long time. It must be exhausting.”

I nodded. “Yes, it is considered the most difficult thing
humans do and also the most rewarding.” For a bittersweet moment I thought how
nice it would be to have Marcus’s baby. But as long as we remained in Borealis,
that was impossible.

For a while he was silent, his face masked with troubled
thoughts.  

I raked my fingers through his hair. “What is it, Marcus?”

A grim expression twisted his features. “You know too much
about this world for it to not exist.”

He believes me!

Tears crowded my eyes as I was flooded with emotion.
“Dominus!” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pattering his face with kisses of
gratitude. “Thank you!”

“Claire, I—” was all he could manage through his shock.

Finally, I crumpled in his arms and broke into a fit of
sobs. Everything else fell away and all I knew was the overwhelming affection I
had for Marcus. Though I hadn’t known him long, he had been my rock and now he
validated what I’d been trying to say for days.
I am not from here.

Even with all of my Dom’s affection, I had felt alone in
Borealis. Now I had an ally, someone I could trust. There was no need to hide
my memories of Earth from him because he finally understood. I was so emotional
that I struggled and failed to pull myself together.

Without a word, Marcus carried me out of the lagoon and set
my feet on dry ground. He swathed me with a large, warm towel.

Marcus padded me dry, but I couldn’t stop shivering. He
wrapped the towel around me and carried me again.

When we made it back to our cell, my sobs had turned to
whimpers.

Marcus dried and brushed my hair as I sat on the edge of our
bed, sniffling and feeling my eyes get heavy. Before I knew it, I was dressed
and tucked in bed. As my cheek touched the pillow, exhaustion suffused me like
a drug.

From behind me, he stroked my shoulder and whispered sleep
into my ear.

Within a few heartbeats of Claire’s descent into sleep, God
had summoned Marcus to his chambers. It was inevitable. God would not sit idle
and let a Borealian talk about being from another planet. Still, there had to
be something to Claire’s memories of Earth.

Standing in front of God in his chambers, Marcus tried to
keep his cool. He had to appeal to his Master’s merciful side, small and hidden
as it may be. Marcus had to do whatever he could to keep Claire from being
punished. She was too fragile for God’s wrath right now.

“You think it wise to indulge Claire’s talk of this…Earth
planet?” Boreas asked with an edge of displeasure.

After a deep breath, Marcus replied. “Master, it doesn’t
sound like a delusion. She is so certain. And the language, the details…how
could somebody fabricate an entire world, a way of life so different from
ours?”

“What are you trying to say? That this other planet exists?”
God’s violet eyes bore into his.

“No, Master, not exactly.” He had to be cautious. God did
not like being challenged. “She acts quite normal when she speaks of it.
Telling me about it soothes her. I thought it would be a way to bring her
closer to the here and now.”

“By feeding her delusion?” he accused. “Surely, you see how
that’s not sound reasoning.”

He lowered his eyes, hoping his gesture of submission would
calm Boreas. God’s temper was simmering and he didn’t want to see it boil.
Marcus tried to sound calm, even detached. “Matters of the mind and heart do
not always make sense. I am only doing what I think is best for my submissive.
If you disagree, Master, I will discipline her if she mentions it again.”

Boreas let out a breath. The corners of his eyes creased.
“It doesn’t seem logical to me, but the mind and heart are your areas of
expertise, not mine.”

“So I can allow her to speak of Earth?”

Even if he was angry, Marcus hoped he saw the advantages of
keeping Claire content.

“Only in private. If anybody else hears of this there will
be consequences.”

“They won’t,” Marcus said. “I will make sure of it, Master.”

God lay on his over-stuffed silk couch, wearing a pensive
expression. His eyes cut to Marcus’s. “This Earth, it fascinates you—the way
they create and form families?”

Marcus blinked, feeling a bit off balance. “I suppose it
does.”

“It’s not that different from Borealis when you think about
it. Your fellow Doms and submissives are your
brothers and sisters
.
Aurora and I are your
parents
. The demigods could be your
aunts
and
uncles
.”

“Yes, Master.” She hadn’t described families exactly like
that, but he could see the commonalities. One of the major differences was that
their God was not their parent and neither was supposed to have sex with their
offspring. He decided not to point that out.

“And like them I love my progeny and I would do anything to
protect them.”

Now that was something he was sure of. Though there was a
palpable rivalry between them when it came to Claire, he knew in the end he was
loved. “That is unquestionable, Master.”

God leaned back and drummed his fingers on the couch’s
curved armrest. He was trying to appear nonchalant, but Marcus could sense God
appraising his answers, trying to find meaning in them. “The freedom they
have—what do you make of that?”

Again, he had to tread lightly here. “I suppose it makes
sense with all the other things involved on Earth, but I do not wish it on us.”

God raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You wouldn’t want the freedom to
be with Claire, uncaged?”

“Yes, Master. You know I would, but freedom comes with great
sacrifices. Earth people have illnesses called diseases that healers cannot
cure. Life is difficult, painful and complicated. People waste away with each
passing day. They are riddled with worry and uncertainty. Violence, hunger and
deprivation abound. It doesn’t seem worth it.” The truth was that if he was presented
with the option, he wasn’t sure that, even with all of Earth’s shortcomings, he
wouldn’t choose it over Borealis to have the liberty to love Claire without
limits.

Boreas gave him a studied look. “Good,” he said, finally.
“You are committed to your purpose, Marcus. See to it that Claire is equally
committed to hers.”