Banished Pt. 04

"No... he always looked at me. You know, a lot of guys look at me. Like all the time; obsessively. Lecherous looks, longing looks... looks of all kinds, and it always grossed me out. But his look was different. I never felt like I was being undressed, or wanted... you know, like that? It was a sad look, almost. Like... he would give me the world."

"He probably would have," I said, and she frowned.

"Yeah... his world. For what that was worth," she said, but as I shook my head disapprovingly, she sighed.

"You know, giving him a chance? That was something I never ever thought of when we were in high school, and especially when I got married. My husband spoiled me; I had everything I could want, and I was happy for a bit."

"Then what happened?"

"His true colors came out. He took me out with his business partners one day, and some guy made a joke; I laughed like I was sure the 'good wife' was supposed to, but then we got home, and as soon as we were through the door, I was on the floor so fast I didn't even see when he hit me. He broke a wine bottle against the wall and held the shattered shard to my face, and he told me that if I ever laughed like that with another man, he'd make sure that my pretty face was unrecognizable."

"Ouch."

"That first time, I thought maybe it would be a one-time thing; but after a year of that happening over and over again... I knew that was my life now. But there was this one time; he'd dragged me upstairs and was just having his way with my body, and I remembered Bashir for the first time since we left school. I thought about living in that little house, and wearing one of those dumb head scarves, and I thought... maybe with someone who looked at me like he did, that life wasn't so bad as it seemed after all."

I studied her as she spoke, and she blushed suddenly, as she finished the story.

"Jeez... look at me. Spilling my guts. I'm sorry," she said, and I shook my head.

"Trust me, it's much better than you whining about not being molested," I countered, and she snickered.

"You know, in my experience, when a guy refuses to molest you, it's only because he's trying to lure you into a false sense of security so that he can get something more later on," she said.

"Ah, you're onto me. This is all an elaborate ruse to get you to mother my children and grow old together."

"It might be working," she said, and I snickered again.

As she waded around a bit, I turned back towards the rooms which had now more or less gone silent.

"Do you want to head in?" I asked, and Bianca thought about it, before nodding.

"How long are we staying here?" she asked.

"Two, maybe three days?"

"Can't we stay forever?"

I snickered again.

"We're being treated hospitably, but we are guests here," I said, and she frowned. "Besides, we have our own objectives... and building something that dwarfs this isn't beyond us."

I helped her out of the pool, and retrieved my shirt, and she shivered as we quickly made our way back to the tree.

As we headed to her room, however, I made a quick stop in my room to pick up the extra robe.

Casey, I noted at that time, was fast asleep, so I stole out of the room as quietly as I could, before heading with Bianca to her own room, where the guard stationed outside, to my relief, had remained.

"You should be set there," I said, as I handed her the robe, and she frowned.

"Can't you stay a bit?" she asked. "I've never slept alone in my life, and this is kind of scary."

I considered the proposition, before agreeing, albeit reluctantly.

"Not for long, though," I warned, and she smiled happily.

I turned away as she changed from her wet clothes to the robe, but as soon as she was done, she began to inspect my own wet clothes with displeasure.

"You can't stay in that," she said, frowning, and I shrugged.

"Not much choice," I said.

"Uh, take it off?" she said, as if it were obvious, and I shook my head at her disapprovingly.

"Behave," I warned, and she frowned.

"It's only a big deal if you make it one," she countered. "Oh, come on, it's dark... I can barely even see anything," she reasoned, and I sighed.

"Fine," I answered, and she climbed onto the bed as I slipped out of my pants, and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my leg to keep myself mostly covered.

She crawled over to my side, then rested her head on my lap, and looked outside.

"I almost died today," she noted, and I nodded, stroking her hair as I did.

"Unfortunately, this kind of thing might become normal, going forward... in this world, I mean."

"You know, even when that man... Raul, was it?"

"Yeah."

"Even when he was choking me, intent on killing me, his expression wasn't even half as angry as my husband's when he'd threaten me."

I stroked her hair again, and this time, she turned, looking up at my face.

"You aren't like that, are you?"

"If I was, I wouldn't exactly tell you, now would I?"

She pouted.

"Then lie to me? I want to feel comforted right now," she said.

"Fine. I wouldn't do that," I said, and she smiled, though somewhat despondently.

"You know, when you said you were going to make me useful, what exactly did you have in mind?"

I shrugged.

"Information gathering, I guess?" I answered, and she pouted.

"Seriously?"

"I mean, sort of. It's not like I had anything specific in mind, honestly."

"You really had me thinking I could be good for something. Why did you promise me that?" she asked, seeming genuinely hurt.

"Because I saw you drowning, and I figured I needed to say something rather than just watch you sink yourself to the depths. Besides, information gathering is a lot more crucial than people seem to get."

"Hmm, I guess... but would that make me important to you, though?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like... guarantee that you'll keep me around."

"The only people I can't keep around are dangerous people, like Candace," I said, but as I spoke, she looked up at me, a sultry look on her face.

"There... is one way, I could be useful to you," she said, her eyes flashing towards my lower, exposed region.

"What? Seriously? No," I said, and she frowned, as I quickly stood up.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that... this was nice, I just- I actually wanted to," she began to explain, and I sighed, as I quickly put my clothes back on.

"Look, you're a nice girl, Bianca, and maybe I might even like you, but we're not doing that right now, and especially not as long as you're thinking that that is your only way of being useful."

Bianca frowned, and as I rested the palm of my hand against her cheek, she placed her own hand over it, and rested her head against me.

"Are you leaving?" she asked, and I nodded.

"You'll be okay, right?" I asked, and she nodded hesitantly.

"Good night," I said, caressing her cheek a little, and as she returned the greeting, I headed out the door, turning back before I did to see her casting a wistful look in my direction, and as I pulled the door shut, I smiled.

That went well, I thought.

Hopefully it would blossom into the relationship I hoped to achieve.

As I left her room, however, I took a quick detour away from my room, and headed to where Cameron's room was.

I peeked in as I slowly opened the door, hoping that for some reason Nolan didn't weasel his way in there as well, but to my relief, she was alone, and sleeping quite peacefully on her own little bed.

Moving as stealthily as I could, I pulled the door shut, then sneaked up to her side.

I climbed into bed behind her, and as I kissed her neck, she stirred, moaning appreciatively.

"You came," she said. "I went to your room and Casey was sleeping there for some reason."

"Yeah, I'll explain that later, but... How did you know it was me," I teased, and she turned, frowning.

"Who else would it be?" she asked.

"Nolan?"

"No. He wouldn't do that," she asserted, and I frowned.

"Are you sure?"

"Ugh... I had no idea he could be so... controlling," she said, and I nodded.

"No kidding. You know, he made me seriously reconsider my whole non-aggressive psychopath approach," I said, and she frowned.

"I'm no psychopath, but today; even I felt like violence may be the answer," she said, chuckling.

I leaned in to kiss her, and this time, she pushed me back.

"Take the time to kiss me tenderly later, I have needs right now," she said, as she sat up, and stripped off her cotton shirt.

I smiled appreciatively, then leaned in, and began to kiss her breasts, much to her delight.

She massaged my hair, then shot me a curious look.

"Why is your hair wet?" she said, before shaking her head. "Never mind. I don't care. There's something else that's wet and needs your attention."

She pushed me back, and I peeled off my own shirt as she slipped the remainder of her clothes off, before pulling me towards her place, and I wasted no time in planting a smacking kiss against her mound.

"Ohh, yess," she purred, leaning back, as I licked and sucked her slit.

She scooted forward a bit, giving me better access to her sex, and as I ate her enthusiastically, I reached forward and began to fondle her breasts... but my eyes were drawn to her stomach, and she smiled as she caught my gaze.

"You really put a baby in there, huh" she noted, and I suddenly felt myself twitch pleasurably at the thought.

I quickly stood up, and slipped out of my still damp pants, and she breathed heavily as I brought my cock up against her entrance, sliding it against her.

"Is it okay?" I asked, as I placed the head against her, and she bit her lip.

"Do it," she said, shivering a little, and she moaned delightfully as I entered her, slowly, but deliberately.

I leaned forward, and kissed her hungrily, and her lips parted, as her tongue immediately ventured forth, searching for its opposite number with urgency.

We kissed, and I grasped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed, and she moaned into my mouth at the movement.

Her hands grasped their way around my back, and she dug her nails into me as I began to slide in and out of her slippery tunnel.

"Fuck. You have no idea how much I've thought about this today," she said.

"Have you, now?"

"I spent half this day dripping uncontrollably just from thinking about it," she said.

She wrapped her heels around me, and as I thrust into her, she arched her back with each thrust, and spurred me as deeply into her as possible.

"You feel so good," I purred into her ear, and she moaned as I sucked on her neck.

"Good enough to cum inside of?"

"If you weren't already pregnant, I would make sure you were after this," I said, and she moaned again.

"Fuck me like you mean it, baby," she said, and as I picked up the pace, I released her, standing into an upright position so that I could thrust into her with greater urgency.

She began to moan for real now, and she stuffed the side of her palm into her own mouth, and bit down, trying her best to stifle her shrieks.

I felt myself coming close to an orgasm, and from what I could tell, she was close too.

Hold on, I told myself, as I kept slamming into her at a steady pace, and my effort was rewarded, as she let out a final shriek, before her body relaxed in front of me.

She panted, as her orgasm continued while I moved, a little more gently against, her; but as she looked at me with a wild look that excited me.

"Fuck me till you cum," she said, and I smiled, as I picked up the intensity, and she reached out, almost desperately grabbing at the bed for something to steady herself as I pounded into her.

But I was quickly over the edge, and Cameron shot me a satisfied smile, moaning pleasurably as I began to cum.

"Fill me up, baby," she said, as she worked her hips, trying to coax every bit of my seed from my body.

I let out a long, satisfied groan, before collapsing onto the bed beside her.

"That was worth the wait," I said, and she smiled.

"You look exhausted," she said, and as I nodded, she wrapped her arms around my head, and pulled me into her bosom.

I turned, and planted a kiss on the fatty swell of her breast, but as I relaxed in her embrace-

Nate! Help me!

-a blood curdling scream rang out from somewhere inside the tree, and I jumped to my feet.

"What the fuck-?" Cameron began.

"Casey!" I said, as I quickly put on my pants, then opened up the satchel of armor.

I quickly located one of the arm guards, then slipped it on, as I made for the door, but the door burst open from the other side before I could get there, and I found myself face to face with Nolan.

"Wha- Nate?" he began.

"Casey's in trouble," I said, and as he scowled, I pushed my way past him and dashed down the corridor, placing my hand over the handle of my knife.

I threw the door open as soon as I got to my room, where I found Casey, clutching her chest which was covered in blood.

I hurried to her side, but she shook her head, instead pointing at the window, and I got there just in time to spot a cloaked figure, running at full sprint across the bathing area, and disappearing into the bushes beyond.

Was that attack meant for me?

And who the fuck could that have been?

I quickly turned back to Casey, my mind reeling as I tried to process what had just occurred.