I have to give him some satisfaction right now. The ground where I am kneeling on while munching my mate’s lips is sinking. I will undress, and drop the clothes for Sophia. She must be somewhere here. I can’t save her right now. I’m too happy to do that. The One who saved my mate from being killed should go save Sophia too.
Thinking of this, and satisfying my mate’s desires, giving Sophia some succour thereby.
I undress. First with my T-shirt then with my pink skirt, and now I’m left with undies. My mate gulps as he stares at me. The stares read his satisfaction. But I know he isn’t satisfied. Not at least. I clutch onto him, and plant kisses on his head. He does the same too for me. I kiss his chin down to his chest, loosening the zips on his shirt. I take his hand to my bra, to harden his manhood. I am all set. I have been waiting for a day like this. Moments with my mate. He grabs hold of it and moans, squeezing it and shocked because of its being so soft.
“All for you.” I mutter, sending kisses to his lips. As I loosen the last zip on his shirt, I hear a yell backwards. The savior is back. I hit the ground which is sinking, just to make the saviour get there too, and save Sophia and thank goodness he does. Then I continue my love with my mate.
“Hey little girl!” Dylan says, sighting Sophia in the pit.
“Hey…” She manages to say. “Hey man.”
Dylan moves near her to grab hold of her, she’s falling into the next stage in the pit. As he does, Sophia sniffs the air around me.
“Oh!” She exclaims. “Why is the smell so strong?”
“Huh?” Dylan says. “Come over here. Let me help you up.” He grabs her arms, and squeezes it as he raises it up.
Sophia suddenly jerks it off, and face backwards. “I say, who are you?” She yells.
“Even if you are to know me, at least, you’ll be saved.” Dylan says, hands akimbo, forehead furrowed.
“Leave me alone.” She replies.
“I will survive.” She adds.
Dylan catches her arms, and spread it across his as he gives the dust fists to let em out. I can hear their struggles. I peep down at the pit and I see Sophia biting Dylan. She doesn’t even look at the clothes. Trying to stand up maybe to retrieve my clothes or to save their asses, a thought suddenly flash through my mind. But it’s not just a thought. It’s Debe.
“If you move, the ground will shake, and they will both come out, and find you naked with your mate.” She tells me.
“Dammit.” I exclaim, still planting kisses on Greg’s chest while he cries for more.
“What’s wrong?” He faces me with the most charming eyes.
“Nothing much.” I tell him but he doesn’t believe. I try to continue but he cups my jaw, and tries kissing my lips. He stops midway, and whispers: “Shall we get out of here?”
“Yes, sure.” I nod sheepishly. “My clothing!” I yell, as we take a step up.
The ground shakes. Dylan and Sophia comes out. Dylan drops dead as I think, immediately they came out. Sophia has been biting him really hard. On the nape of his neck. Damn. Before Sophia recognizes me, I have to halt. Wait, no clothes on? Let me shift.
She’s staring at me. Let me shift.
“Debe!” Silly me cries out. Doesn’t Sophia know Debe?
“What is it?” Debe replies as cool as ever.
“Is it now that you need me?” She replies.
I don’t have any time to reply. Sophia is staring at me, trying to remember what happened. Maybe she thinks I’m the clone though. I clasp my hand in Greg’s, and run towards the northern part of the forest.
“Greg…” Dylan calls out, shaking his head.
I wink at him, and whisper: “let’s go. It’s time we went.” We run through the bush, hitting stumps, and defeating rogues. We stop behind a tree, and sit there. Greg pats a place to sit me on. He bends his back as he tries to sit. Immediately he does, his eyes flush and turn golden yellow. He is being mind linked. He stretches his arms to the atmosphere, and he turns it on.
“Greg, I’ll soon be there.” I hear a female voice. Greg notices I’m being attentive, he then sends the light to my direction, and Debe can’t read anything. In three minutes precisely, his eyes turn normal again, and he sits. I sit beside him, and he tries to hug me. I yank off his hands, and furrow my forehead.
“What’s wrong, mate?” He asks me, shrugging and inwardly chuckling.
“What did you use the light for?” I place my palm on my chin, staring wildly at him.
“Oh …” He covers his face, and uncovers it after. “You know, it’s already dark.”
“Did we need light till we got here?” I retort, and he smiles, thinking of the best retort. He doesn’t find any maybe he’d apologize.
“My apologies.” He bows his head. I raise it immediately, and he chuckles.
“Just the reason. I don’t need your apologies.” He seems shocked.
“We haven’t even known each other yet. Maybe we should start with that.” He replies.
“Maybe when we get to school.” I reply him, dusting the dirt attached to my sandals.
“Alright, Rose.” He says.
“Alright, Greg.” I reply, struggling to keep my chuckles.
“How did you know my name?” I ask him.
“I was supposed to ask you that.” He replies.
“Aah…” I retort. “Awkward.”
“But I think the Moon Goddess did me well.” I wrap my lips, smiling sheepishly.
“Yes. Me too.” He splutters. He repeats it again, but stops midway. He shuts his eyes, and repeats the statement.
Then he finally rises up, and faces me. I look at him from his head to toe.
“How rough! You look like a rogue.” I tell him.
“Oh well. Maybe.” He replies. “No-clothes-on mate.”
“If you’re a rogue, then…” I say, an dart my eyeballs forwards and backwards. “Rogues are meant for rogues.”
And my clone appears.