The Silkie's Woman (9 page)

Chapter Ten

After putting Megan to bed, Urlon called for Set from the living room. His friend appeared in the doorway, his features haggard with exhaustion and sorrow.

"Is she all right?" he asked softly, looking toward the closed bedroom door.

"She's fine. I'm not sure she has forgiven you yet, but she is no longer afraid of you. She knows I won't let anything hurt her, ever again." There was a tone of warning in his voice. Even though he knew Set hadn't hurt Megan on purpose, the thought of what he had done couldn't be dismissed so quickly. It would take time for him to regard his friend without remembering what he had done to Megan.

"We need to talk while she's asleep," Urlon said, gesturing for Set to move to the sofa in the living room.

"What happened to you? Why were those people keeping you? I smelled and felt the death of many p'or in that building. What are they doing to our people?" His questions were rapid-fire, leaving no time for Set to respond. "Well?" Urlon questioned impatiently.

Set chuckled. "Amat hasn't changed you, you're still as impatient as ever." His expression sobered. "I'm not sure what precisely they are attempting. I do know that they are running experiments on the p'or. They captured me as I was looking for my tribemate. They used a drug on a dart to incapacitate me.

When I woke up, I was in the room where you found me. For most of the time I wasn't aware of what was happening to me. I tried many times to call for help, but the iron in the room prevented it. They moved me sometime this morning, and while I was in the hallway, I was able to link with you briefly. The second room they put me in smelled of death, the death of many p'or, perhaps hundreds. They kept me drugged at first, but after a while they didn't even need that. The iron drained all my strength, both mental and physical." Set's entire body radiated fury at his captors. His hands trembled slightly as he pushed his hair from his face.

"There were five people involved; I do remember the face of one woman. She tried to get the others to release me, but the oldest male shoved her hard into the wall. After that I don't really remember much at all."

There was no way they could do anything that evening. They were all far too tired, yet they didn't have much time left. Set would need to go back to the sea tomorrow night. Someone had to warn the others about what was happening.

Uber had not tried to find either him or Set, and his continued absence bothered Urlon. Perhaps something was keeping him from responding as well. They should have searched all of the rooms while they had the chance. Now the people who had captured Set would be wary, and on their guard. Ah, well, they needed sleep now. Perhaps things would appear more positive in the morning, he reflected.

"We need to get some rest before we try to figure anything out. You can sleep in Megan's extra room. Be ready for an early start; we need to get as much time out of the day as possible." Urlon followed Set across the room and waited until he closed the door before entering Megan's room, closing the door securely behind him.

Megan was moving restlessly on the bed, her forehead puckered, light whimpers escaping her lips. Urlon shed his clothes as he moved to the bed and pulled back the comforter and sheet. Megan was nude beneath; her robe on the chair next to the bed. Urlon slid in next to her, gently pushing his arm beneath her head and curling his other arm around her, encircling her within his protective embrace.

***

Megan awoke with a jolt, adrenaline and fear flooding her body before she registered Urlon's presence next to her. He was a solid weight next to her, his arms around her body and her leg between his. She moved slightly, and felt the hardness of his cock rubbing against her thigh. He smiled slightly in his sleep, and Megan wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him, absorbing his flesh into her body, his strength into her bones, his soul into hers.

 
Set's presence in the next room stopped her, though. She couldn't help but remember when Shannon would bring men to the small house; the entire building would reverberate with the sound of sex. The walls were so thin that unless you were totally silent, anyone else in the building would hear. She consigned herself to a lonely night. A quick glance at the bedside clock had her groaning silently—three o'clock in the morning. It was a long time till she could reasonably get up, and she didn't want to disturb Urlon. He needed rest; the long walk back with Set must have drained him, for he was sleeping deeply now. Her neck was getting a crick from the pressure of his arm underneath, and Megan moved her head slightly, wincing as her hair caught. She brought up a hand to grab the rebellious strands and jumped when Urlon grasped it.

"What are you doing awake?" he asked.

"I just can't sleep," Megan whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you." She moved back a bit so she could see him more clearly, and her leg brushed up against his still-hard cock. He gasped, and Megan apologized, "I'm sorry, I know we can't do anything right now, not with Set in the next room."

"Why not?" Urlon questioned, a lascivious gleam in his eyes.

"He'll hear us," she whispered back.

"I can be quiet. What about you?"

"No, I don't think we should. I don't want to embarrass Set." She pushed back even further. "Or myself, for that matter." she murmured under her breath.

"You forget, Megan, I know your every secret fantasy." He moved away from her, reaching for something next to the bed. Before she could say anything else, her hands were locked in his and pulled up until her fingers touched the slatted headboard. He used his other hand to loop the tie from her robe around her wrists, tightening the knot until it created a firm pressure against her.

"What are you doing?" She jerked furiously on the rope, but it remained firm. Urlon's position put his chest right at lip level and Megan had to firmly clamp down on her tongue to prevent the recalcitrant thing from lapping at his skin. She could clearly see his smile in the dark. He moved so he straddled her, his hard cock cradled between her breasts, and his weight lightly resting on her upper body.

"Be quiet, Megan, remember Set's in the next room. You wouldn't want him to know what we're doing, would you? No matter what I do, you can't make any noise." He moved in a gentle back and forth glide against her breasts, reaching down with his hands to cup and push them around his flesh. His prick spurted a drop of pre-cum, wetting her breasts and making pressure slick and fast. The mounds he created were so large she couldn't see over them. Her vision was limited to his face above her and his beautiful redheaded cock peaking out at her at the end of each thrust, her body shivering.

She couldn't get enough oxygen to fill her lungs, and she knew she was panting with desire. Her mouth opened and she remembered just in time that she couldn't moan. Somehow the knowledge that she couldn't moan or make noises of any sort was adding to her arousal. Urlon continued to move his flesh within the sheltering mounds of her breasts until she saw more pearly drops of fluid appear, dropping gently onto her chest.

"Umm, we don't want to finish that way this time." Suiting action to words, he rubbed his prick slowly down her body, pausing at her navel to thrust gently in and out.

God, she never knew she had so many erogenous zones. Ever spot he touched zinged with electricity.

"You don't like to be sucked or kissed down here, do you, Megan?" Urlon asked as he rubbed his penis over and around her pubis. "Your other lovers have never been able to satisfy you that way. They've been too sloppy or impatient, and you have had to fake pleasure with them, haven't you?" He didn't wait for a response. "Now, Megan, remember you can't moan, and you definitely can't scream, or Set will hear you. Since you can't come this way, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" He asked softly.

Megan realized that Urlon was privy to all of her private thoughts but she hadn't really thought about what that meant until right now. He knew she didn't like oral sex, at least not performed on her, so why was he taunting her with it? She had never been able to obtain an orgasm that way, at least not without lots of fingering involved. She'd have no problem remaining quiet, so she didn't protest when he moved further down her body until his head was buried between her thighs.

"Now, Megan, I promise not to use my hands. Nothing but my mouth. And you
will
come, Megan, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep." She settled back onto the pillow and grasped the bedposts to loosen the grip of the tie. He kissed the soft inner flesh of her thigh, moving his lips in gentle circles around and around. It felt pleasant, but nowhere near enough to make her moan. He continued to lick and suck the delicate flesh until she burst out, "Believe me this is not going to make me come; I'm willing to fuck you now. I can be quiet enough so Set doesn't hear."

The rat grinned up at her, his face glistening with her juices. "My, my. Impatient, aren't you. I've just begun. Not everything has to be fast."

He suited words to actions and Megan was mindless with desire when he finally touched his mouth to her clit. The pressure was too soft, though, and she pressed her hips up to his mouth, moaning with frustration.

He stopped. "Megan, no sound, remember? Are you ready?" He waited until Megan nodded to go back to her, and to her frustration he began again with her thighs and the outer lips of her pussy, completely ignoring her clit. Finally, he gently pressed back the outer lips with his fingers and began to lick in earnest. As Megan felt an orgasm rising from the center of her stomach, she realized maybe Urlon was right. She
could
come like this. Just as she reached the edge of no return, he stopped and looked up at her.

"Megan, you're moaning. You can't make any noise or I won't be able to continue." Megan growled down at him, jerking her wrists futilely against the bonds. He waited until she stopped moving, and then went back to kissing her thighs. For heaven's sake, if he didn't finish her, she was going to explode! The entire process was repeated three more times until tears were running down her face and Urlon's face and chest were covered with her juices.

"I think you're ready now." He sucked her entire clit into his mouth and tongued it furiously, circling the engorged bit of flesh with hard thrusts of his tongue. Megan imploded. Her body arched up into his mouth, bucking so hard that he was hard put to remain fastened to her clit. Shockwaves of sensation burst out of her and into Urlon, cycling back again and again until she couldn't help it. "Fuck me, Urlon, please, fuck me," she screamed.

Urlon moved back up her body and thrust his body into hers. Each thrust triggered an orgasm; so many that Megan lost count. Panting moans and screams erupted in an endless stream from her mouth until her throat was on fire. When he finally pushed into her one final time, shaking with his own long withheld pleasure, Megan came again, gripping his flesh with wet tightness.

Urlon dropped down next to her, pressing his face into her neck as he reached up and weakly untied her hands.

"Well, if that didn't kill us, nothing will," Megan said. "Please tell me I didn't actually scream for you to fuck me."

"Ok," Urlon said, a silly smile on his face. "You didn't actually scream for me to fuck you."

"Somehow I don't believe you. How am I ever going to face Set in the morning?" She buried her red face in his chest, at the same time beating a fist against him. "I can't believe you did that to me."

Urlon just looked down at her and murmured sweetly, "Hmm, Fantasy One down. Only a thousand more to go."

Megan gave him one last whack, laughing as she snuggled against his side. Within minutes they were both asleep.

Megan woke up a few hours later when she heard Set open the door to his room. Now would be a good time to face her fears, she thought, no matter what had happened yesterday. She knew that Set's actions had not been deliberate; she just had to convince her body of that, preferably before Urlon awoke. Set was Urlon's closest friend. They had to make amends. After crawling to the foot of the bed, Megan climbed over the foot rail and grabbed her robe from the chair next to the bed, pausing to pull the covers up over Urlon's shoulders, smoothing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. A shudder shook her body as she determinedly squared her shoulders. Her hand trembled only a little as she opened the door.

Set was in the kitchen, filling a glass with water. He jumped as he turned around, putting his glass down on the counter. His face remained lowered, his gaze firmly fixed to the floor.

"I know there is no way I can make up for what I did. I just want you to know that I was not in control of myself. I thought I was still being held by whoever had taken me." He paused to swallow, visibly uncomfortable in her presence. "I'm so sorry. I just...I really can't think of any way to make it up to you. If you want me to leave and have no further contact with Urlon, I will." His voice broke with sorrow.

For just an instant, Megan was tempted to take him up on his offer. After all, even knowing it hadn't been deliberate could not take away her distrust of this man. What if he were to lose control again? What was to stop him from entering her mind anytime he wished?