The Great Escape Chapter 14, Part 7 of 11

The Great Escape
Chapter 14, Part 7 of 11

"Do you understand Madam Lawspeaker's motivation?" she wondered.

"I'm not sure."

"The law is her baby."

"I see. Because, by family tradition, she gave up the chance for a child, she lavishes her love and care on the law."

"It makes her strict and persnickety," Gloria explained, "but she's not bad."

"I don't doubt it. On Earth, her talents and energy would have propelled her into the government of a province or captaincy of a large business."

She looked at him with her big eyes shining, imagining her aunt governing a province.

"On Samothea, she puts her mind to protecting the constitution and maintaining high moral standards among the Cloners," she said.

"Such as protecting you from my amorous advances?"

"Do I need protecting?"

"No. You're quite safe."

"I hope not. Besides, who says you're safe with me?"

"Indeed," he smiled.

"I trust we'll be good friends, you and me - until political circumstances allow otherwise."

"We will," he agreed. "What I find amazing about you, Gloria, is that I know you completely, though I've just met you."

"That's because we're attuned at a deep level. You know what that means?"

"I do, and I regret there's nothing we can do about it."

"Not yet."

"I wish your Aunt Dolly wasn't right."

"Me too! Come on. Walk me to my room before our erotic banter gets out of hand."

He laughed. They went together up the stairs and along the corridor. She walked gaily, like a girl, not seductively, like a woman. The contrast between the dignified chief and the fun-loving woman enjoying the rare chance to be herself was part of her charm.

They passed the open door of a room in which Ezra's pack was visible. Gloria stopped at the door of her room. An oil lamp in a nearby recess flickered orange onto their faces. She turned to face him and, on tiptoes, kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight," she said.

"Goodnight."

She shut the door. He waited outside the door a minute, still breathing her perfume. He didn't know she was on the other side, leaning back against the door, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down enough to walk comfortably to her bed, to lie there, restive and longing.

"Damn!" she said, "I'm not done! I need to know."

She flung open the door to run after him, but he was still there. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up, planting her mouth on his.

She kissed passionately, eagerly, hotly - transmitting her whole body's repressed erotic desire through her lips and tongue. It was an intense turn-on.

His cock was instantly hard. She could feel it through her loose robes. She sighed and kissed him harder, knowing she was making it worse for herself.

Eventually, Gloria regained her strength and broke the kiss, resting her head against his chest.

"Yes, I thought that's what it would feel like," she whispered, adding out loud: "When I change the law, we will finish this."

"All right," he agreed.

"But, for now, don't neglect any of your bedmates because of me."

She wasn't being presumptuous. Gloria was a woman who knew her worth. It was part of her attraction.

He kissed her hand.

"Goodnight, Gloria."

This time, he didn't stay at the door but went down the corridor. Suffering a raging hard-on due to his unsettling encounter with the alluring Cloner chief, Ezra walked straight past his room to the Junior dormitory.

The door opened silently. He looked inside. Starlight from the windows fell in grey squares on the bare floor between the beds. The nearest bed had been disturbed but was empty now, and a bundle was on the floor. It was Megan. Finding the mattress too soft to sleep on, she laid the blankets on the floor, curled up like a cat.

He snuck into the room and put his hand on her bare shoulder, whispering in her ear:

"Megan, are you awake?"

"Ezra?" she asked drowsily. "What is it? Is it important?"

"No, just urgent."

"Hmm?"

"Come on, I need you," he whispered.

"All right, I'll get my clothes."

"You won't need your clothes."

It was too dark for him to see the long-suffering and indulgent look she gave him. She fetched her clothes anyway.

He lifted her into his arms in the corridor and carried her to his bedroom. She dropped the clothes as soon as they were inside and turned to wrap her legs around his waist as he pulled her to him. She felt his stiff cock pressing against her belly.

His kissing was urgent and forceful. She felt herself swept up by his need. She kissed him back hard, as she always did because she was a Herder girl who grabbed what she wanted with both hands.

From dreaming to horny in less than a minute, Megan was eager and responsive. She spread her legs wide when he laid her down on the bed and arched her back as he sucked on her tits, putting her hands in his hair. He made his way down her tight body to her succulent pussy.

She was already wet. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue. She was bucking and moaning, feeling the tension. She moaned with every breath and breathed ever more quickly, her note getting more excited as he sank his face into her pussy and basted her nether lips.

Her first orgasm came as a surprise to her. It was something left over from the erotic bathroom play with the Juniors. She tingled all over, and her moans were deeper.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried.

He wrenched a second orgasm from her with his fingers on her g-spot, sucking on her clitoris.

She arched again, and her legs shook as she convulsed. Pleasure spread in a hot flush over her chest and thighs.

"Stop! Stop!" she begged, and he stopped so she could rest a minute. She lay back luxuriantly, her eyes shut tight and humming to herself. Her left leg was still shaking. He held her, kissing her neck, hands around her waist, letting her recover.

Now, it was Ezra's turn. Megan pushed him on his back and climbed on board. She knelt and, with a hand, guided his stiff cock into her wet and ready pussy. She sighed as she pushed down and began to swivel, massaging his cock in an erotic figure of eight with her hips.

As the tension rose, she began to make pelvic thrusts, riding him to a strong and steady rhythm, her hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in. They panted together, and he matched her rhythm as he reached the plateau, fighting to make it last.

Close to the finish herself, she planted her mouth on his, putting her hands in his beard, his cock squelching in her pussy, her buttocks slapping against his thighs.

The last few thrusts were on them. With gasping moans from her and a satisfied grunt from him, they finished together, her spasm triggering his own, sending spurts of cum into her pulsating vagina. She thrust a few last times as his cock pumped out the last of his juice, and the tension bled from their bodies.

Now, there was peace and concord. They held each other tightly and relaxed. Ezra was exhausted after a long day. Sexually satisfied, his brain was tired, and he started to nod off. It was the opposite for Megan. Where sex had enervated him, it had energized her. Her brain was fizzing, and she wanted to talk.

"Talk to me, Ezra," she said.

"Mumm?"

"Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm not thinking anything."

Then he remembered his manners.

"You were amazing, Darling," he said drowsily. "Forgive my waking you?"

"I don't mind at all. I liked it a lot."

"Good," he said again, rolling on his side.

He shut his eyes. She pulled the blanket over them both and snuggled close.

"The Juniors are lovely girls, don't you think?" she asked.

"Mumm."

"They work hard, but they have fun."

"Mumm."

"Are you listening?"

"Junior's fun."

"Do you think I'd make a good Junior?"

"Mumm."

"Is that yes or no?"

"Mumm."

"Then it's a yes."

"No," he said, "you're too willful."

"You don't think I can be meek and obedient?"

"Not a chance. Darling, can I sleep now?"

"I suppose so, if you have to."

He rolled on his back. She lay against him, saying silently, "Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask."

She couldn't help herself. She had to ask:

"Do you love her?"

"Who?"

"Gloria."

"A little. Not as much as I love you."

That wasn't as satisfying to her as he supposed if he thought anything in his somnolent state.

"Don't ask anymore," she told herself, "Be content. Wait 'til the morning. Don't press him."

She pressed him:

"Why?"

"Mumm? Why what?"

"Why do you love me more than her?"

"Because I can have you but can't have her."

That didn't sound like a compliment to either woman, or it did nothing to allay Megan's jealousy.

"Why can't you have Gloria?"

"She's off limits."

That's all he would say or could say. Morphia had conquered, and he was breathing deeply, unresponsive to further questions or prodding, but Megan was wide awake and restive. Ezra seemed to say he would love Gloria if she weren't off-limits, but why was she off-limits? She was the Cloner Chief.

She could change the rules and not be off-limits. It made no sense, and the more she thought about it, the less she liked it.

Dissatisfied, Megan got out of bed and collected her clothes. She snuck out of his room and returned to the Junior dormitory. She mused and fretted until she eventually fell asleep, snuggled in blankets on the floor.

The following day, Ezra was woken by Preeda, who brought him a mug of tea. He was surprised Megan wasn't there, but Preeda explained she'd gone to collect their horses and that he was the last one to get up.

He declined Preeda's bathroom help, washed well, and followed her to the Fair, where he said goodbye to the councilors, the chiefs, and friends.

Megan was waiting for him. Saying nothing, she threw him the reins of his horse and set off quickly out of the Cloner Fair and up the hill. Ezra had to mount rapidly and chase after her.

Soon, they were out of sight.

"What was that about," Mirselene asked Solange as they returned to her tent.

"I'm not sure. Megan asked me why Gloria is off-limits to Ezra, so I told her about the agreement with the Cloners, Farmers, and Miners."

"Why would that make her mad at him?"

"I don't know, but I trust Megan to sort it out. She's a bright girl."

Mirselene gave Solange a searching look and then put the problem aside. She had meetings with the other chieftains today and trade agreements to pursue. It would be a full day for them all.

Megan gave Ezra the silent treatment for a couple of hours. She avoided talking by riding fast, waiting for him to catch up, and then galloping off again. However, she couldn't escape talking when they stopped to water the horses at a stream. They dismounted and let the horses drink.

"Megan, I'm sorry," he said.


To be continued