Faux Realm Ch. 11

After some lost time spent gazing in each other eyes she asked, "What brought this on?"

Lucian lied back down, his head resting on a fluffy pillow. Ericha saw it just then, he would often retreat into himself when exposed to these type of emotions. Lucian looked like his world was coming down around him, gently hugging his body she thought of nothing else hoping he would find his courage and share his emotions.

"I think -- " He started. Ericha's head rested on his chest, silently waiting, expecting for his words to pour out in a torrent of words.

"When we make love I feel like I don't last long enough for you. How do you feel?" He asked. He was calm on the outside but he was dreading the answer that would eventually come out from Ericha.

They spent few moments in utter silence. "For a man from a different world you sure are dumb." She said.

Turning her head she gazed into his eyes. Playful smirk on her face. "Do you know what these do?" She carefully pointed to her wrist. There a henna type tattoo was visible for his eyes.

He nodded silently, remembering the explanation given by Liza. "Then what do YOU feel when we make love?"

He spent few moments thinking. Lucian really tried to remember what their emotional bond had let them to feel, but he could not focus on one particular emotion. Finally he shook his head in resignation gently whispering, "I do not know."

He held his breath while he expected her to jump up and start to scream at him for being so miserable. A lover unworthy of her. He held his breath what it seemed for hours. Finally she looked at him with the most loving gaze.

"Then let's repeat the lesson." She said while smiling.

She took his cock in her hand gently rubbing it up and down. Ericha brought her head closer to Lucian, kissing his upper lip, making sure to taste every bit of his essence. Her breasts craved for his touch. Her nipples were pointed, begging, pleading for his loving hands. While she was thinking about this her sudden moan surprised Lucian.

His hands were on her nipples. Gently caressing her areolas, going around one of them then back to the other, tracing gentle circles while with his other hand he cradled her face prolonging the kiss. Eventually she parted, "Oh divine that was... Oh."

She was breathless, an attack she did not expect. Breathing heavily she focused on task in hand, rubbing her palm all over his protruding erection. She smiled gently letting his lips slowly move down and start sucking on her neck while she traced her palm around the head of his penis. Occasionally his cock would jump up in delight as if saying "Release me." Another chuckle escaped her lips. She remembered what she was doing and gently focused all of her attention on him.

Lucian was careful not to be too aggressive, "What do you feel now?" He was quietly asked by moaning Ericha.

His head was buzzing with different emotions, "Hard to explain." He softly said.

He gazed lovingly into her eyes, noticing the silent change within her and slowly his eyes grew big, "Love. I feel incredible love." He softly said.

"Good." Ericha moaned.

"Now remember this next time you doubt yourself." She said and raised her body to straddle Lucian across his lap.

Gently taking his hard poking cock into her hands and expertly moving to slide it quickly into her love cave. As soon as he bottomed out she came. "Oooooh. That's much better." Tiny shivers went all over her body as the pit of her stomach erupted feeling incredibly full, satiated and safe.

Her hips softly moved in circles while she rested her arms on his shoulders. Her lips met Lucian's and they began kissing using any means to prolong and amplify their passion. The extreme came when their tongues would try to combat for supremacy. Sliding in and out, lightly tasting each other's essence on others appendage. They were deaf to loud wet slurping noises that came from them.

To any bystander this intimate moment would seem indecent, but for them it was penultimate expression of love.

Ericha gently separated, gently her hips went up then down, enjoying every single inch of her lover's meat. One look into his eyes made her body shiver, she wanted to throw him back on the bed and quick.

"I need you to wake up my love." She suddenly said. Placing soft, slow kisses all over his face.

Gyrating her hips in a circle her body was shot by another round of those beautiful feelings. She shivered. "I need you to wake up. You are needed."

She kept the motion, gently swaying her body near his ear. "Wake up." She silently whispered as another climax washed over her body. Ericha then gently bit his ear.

"Wake up." She kept whispering.

Lucian blinked.

He was in a dark retched place.

A cave.

It took several minutes for his brain to understand where he was; aligning everything where it needed to be. He remembered the monstrosity and wanted to bolt. But something stopped him.

He peeked over his shoulder once again. Shiver ran through his body as he remembered what happened just minutes before. The presence of something primal.

Lucian slowly bent down in low crouch and moved one painful inch at a time, several more and he could peek over the next edge to see where he was and what he was dealing with. Dark rock and stone were colored black leaving the interior of the room where he was looking quite dark and gloomy.

There was a pit with several fireplaces. The pit was connected by a series of tunnels, as he was looking several mounds inside were rising and falling slowly like a beating heart.

It took several seconds to accommodate to bright light, but finally he saw the outlines of large creatures that were sleeping around inside the pit where 4 fireplaces were lightly crackling and burning. Another chill ran down his spine as he took a closer look at those monstrosities.

Matted dark hair was all over their bodies and one of them had, what looked like, a hard shelled plate on his chest and around his face. It made them look quite menacing as he assumed every creature might have a similar look. He noticed that none of them looked even remotely as the creature that took Momoa. These looked quite smaller in comparison. He turned his head and finally saw another tunnel leading into another room.

Slowly he sneaked his way into the position to enter that tunnel. Careful not to attract any unwanted attention from those that were busy slumbering, he avoided several stray rocks and mountains of dirt. Or what he hoped was dirt. His knees and legs were aching, he was never comfortable in this position, and his weak knees protested the extended use kneeling for large periods of time as it was not comfortable for Lucian, but he filed their complaints further down his conscious brain as he crawled further towards his goal. He hoped his rifle and light weren't needed and yet he was not about to leave them behind, just in case, the grip on his rifle became stronger in anticipation for what may come.

While leaning near the entrance he noticed it was much bigger and wider than the one he emerged from, but he thought nothing of it. Just one of those sub-conscious observations.

Slowly, creeping forward, he noticed the room inside was longer than the previous one he emerged from. A large throne room was in front of him. Big stone chair was occupied by a big dark figure. A furred creature that slept soundly, leaning on his right hand knuckles it silently snored as Lucian carefully watched its movements.

Right beside its throne he could see remnants of flesh and bones decaying in various heaps. Just between one of them he noticed Momoa's hunkered form lying down on the ground. Beaten? Broken? He could not tell.

Carefully observing the creature he found that it had similar, if not larger, bone like plates on his chest and on a portion of his face. They looked thick and their defensive nature made Lucian shiver. What kind of creature was this?

As he tried to get closer to the mangled body he felt a shiver run down his spine. As he remained hunkered down in the same place waiting for shivers to die down he took another long, careful look at the monstrosity that was resting on its throne.

It was carefully observing Lucian's every move.

Standing completely still Lucian hoped, he prayed from every fiber of his being that his body was camouflaged enough for the monster to ignore him.

It was not.

"RAAAAAAAAHGHHHHH!!!!" The monster suddenly stood on its feet and released a deafening roar.

His mind refusing to believe what was happening. Lucian stood completely still as his eyes watched in dismay the monster run at full speed. Time slowed down. He watched its hand move. He moved slightly so he could block its thrusting move with his left hand.

Time started to slow down. And he started to see the faces of his family.

"I'm going to die." He thought for a second as his body was launched through the tunnel entrance and smacked the opposing wall with ungodly sound.

He saw other creatures wake, and in horror, run off through other tunnel exits. The monster was running across the room at full speed and started smashing Lucian's body with his fists. Picking him up and smashing him across the wall. He would occasionally roar in his face and repeat the action. He could not feel his body anymore. The pain was not there and that confused him immensely. The abuse he was experiencing was not in line with what was happening to his body, it was like he was experiencing an immensely real life footage of an animal attack. But it was happening to him.

Eventually, by grace of whatever God, the abuse stopped. Or the monster was just getting bored breaking his body. Either way he was on his side and moaning.

Lucian could only groan. Not in pain. But confusion. His senses were just returning to him and he realized he was on his side. Confused. Crushed. Scared.

He coughed lightly and blood went out of his mouth and sprayed the inside of his suit. The visor was stained. In desperation to see what was in front of him he tried to wipe, but his hand was feeling weird. No longer could he feel his fingers or arms. He felt the pain reach across and grab his heart as he hissed silently. He was starting to get afraid. Not of the situation but the pain.

Slowly, very slowly. He rose. "Good." He thought. He could still walk and move freely.

However his left arm was completely bent. He tried to move it but nothing happened. Anticipating pain he hissed, starting to cry. But that pain never came to.

He looked around the room and he could not see the monstrosity.

Using his, somewhat healthy hand, he pulled himself up and tried to stand. Lucian found that his legs ached; one felt almost numb while the others foot was bent in a strange direction. He managed to move without pain dreading the ache that would eventually resurface. Now he had a different purpose.

He moved towards the throne room. Momoa was still down in a heap where he last saw him. Lucian saw the man looked alright but considering his own situation he decided to be careful. On the other hand that THING could be back any moment. With his healthy arm he picked up the man and carried him off and out the room, back to the only sanctuary where he emerged from.

"Momoa." He whispered silently.

Shaking his companion, careful not to jar any unseen injuries, but with enough force to coax a reaction from the unconscious man.

"Wake up, please." Desperation lidded his voice. Lucian needed his help.

He did not want to meet that creature again. Lucian could still feel its eyes, watching him intently. He was at its mercy.

Saturated fear was in every pore of his being. The heavy feelings could not be denied, the sudden release of adrenaline slowly ebbed and tears started to flow as he shivered. With his mangled body he shook as cries of joy, fear and uncertainty started.

"Momoa!" He again started to call out. Desperate for a companion. For one that would tell him everything would be alright.

"Ohhhh. What was that?" Momoa's groan reached Lucian's ears. He smiled with relief and delight as his friend was awake. At least.

Lucian shook his head and with a shaky voice he said, "I do not know. But y-y-you were d-d-dragged down into the g-g-ground. W-W-What happened?"

"Fuck me. I remember now. Some beast came from the ground and wanted to feed on me. But then, another even larger one came and I guess beat it to death and took me. I guess it was planning to eat me." Momoa said.

Finally he rose and looked at Lucian. His wide eyes told everything Lucian needed to know. He was in big trouble.

"Divine. What- What happened to you?" Momoa gasped as he watched Lucian's broken body.

"P-p-pain is b-b-becoming to --m-m-much to d-d-deal w-w-with." Lucian's voice shook as he tried to cope with the surges of pain that started to assault his body.

"We need to get you some help." Momoa said.

He started to escort him out and back in the tunnel where he came out from. Momoa handled his body with utmost care. Like he was made out of glass.

"I c-c-came from there." He pointed to the ceiling just beside the spot they were standing.

Momoa could see the huge gap in the dirt running all the way to the surface. He gasped in shock as he realized that it was probably the safest, and their only way to get unscathed. Also he realized that he could not carry Lucian's broken body by himself. He took a deep breath to explain the situation.

"I'll h-help you g-g-get up there. Y-y-you get help." Lucian suddenly said.

Lucian's body sagged and he started to wheeze for breath. Momoa took pity on the man and set him on the ground. He could not see his face as its screen was bloodied. He scowled looking at his injuries. Arm was looking unusable, a mess of gory bits that the monster either had did not care about or was leaving it for later punishment. Lying down as it was dried, sucked clean of blood and bone. Carefully touching his skin he could feel the mess inside. He took a few long breaths.

"How are you able to walk?" He asked in astonishment.

Lucian lied down watching from the inside of his helmet. Dark red screen was everything he saw as he threw up again and again. The eerie smell of blood reached his nose and reminded him that he was in pain. Time after time blood would come with his spit as it was painful to even swallow his spit. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire.

He tried to laugh at his question, but again was reminded that his body was in deep, deep trouble. Lucian resumed the talk quietly shaking and nodding his head. The pain was just too much to safely articulate. In a sense he was still worried about the monster that was lurking out and about.

Momoa leaned closer, trying to see if Lucian was conscious, a hand reminded him that he still was, "I'm going to get help. Lucian I have no painkillers to give you."

He simply nodded. Pain too much to handle.

"I'm coming back don't go anywhere." He chuckled at his joke. Lucian felt too much pain to even comprehend what was said.

Momoa rose up. He started to put his feet in elaborate places. Lucian could not see but heard the man's desperate cries. He was trying so hard for him. With a single flick of his finger across his mask muted any sound that he would say. And after that he begun to weep in fear. What would happen to him now?

Suddenly Lucian stopped hearing Momoa's grunts and he assumed he was on his way to the surface. He felt alone and pain overtook every inch of his nerves. His brain could not think about anything else.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaahggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A distant angry scream wiped the pain away and Lucian suddenly felt dread.

With his good hand he pushed himself few feet on the dirt floor towards the wall. His gun was missing. Probably destroyed. If the monster came in here he had nothing to defend himself with.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" This times the same screams of rage were much closer.

He felt pounding in his chest. With his healthy arm he clutched his heart as if he was trying to calm its belligerent beating. What could that monster do to him that he hasn't endured?

He waited in that position for what certainly felt like hours to him. Sleep was coming slowly, as he spent some time fighting the pleasant idea of just closing his eyes and let the pain wash away.

Something was telling him that was not such a good idea as it seemed to be.

***

"Ha, Ha, ha." He gasped for breath as Liza rode him desperately.

She nuzzled his neck as if she was afraid of letting him go on this mission. Something was telling her that it was a horrible idea to do that. But he needed his space. Adventure was calling for him and she wasn't about to prevent him from achieving the happy memories that he so badly needed.

"FUUUCK MEEEEE!" She screamed as another wave crashed through her body.

He was looking in awe at this new side of his lovely alien wife. Another side that she expertly hid from him. She had brought him immense pleasure and kept doing it for numerous hours and still he was hard as steel. Something about Liza was making his primitive emotions broil on the surface. Instead of caressing her he took one set of her arms and pounded her right into the bed.

She wailed. Switching with catlike grace to position on top of him and rode him for the rest of the night.

After the round of their amorous lovemaking she looked troubled. Almost as if this was their last time doing the deed.

His penis was rubbed raw. Still imbedded deep in Liza he wanted to know what made this abrupt change in her, but could not find the nerve, as if it would break her mystery persona that she created just for this session. He wasn't sure if he wanted that.

Liza pushed upwards. Watching him. Her irises suddenly glowed pink. The color was mesmerizing, washing away everything. Lucian gently caressed her cheek, finding no words to say or describe the moment he was seeing in front of him.

"Wake up." Gently she said, kissing him finally. They melted together. Or he melted as the raw passion drove him to a higher plane where he knew nothing.

He was nothing.

He blinked and white light was shining in his eyes. He sucked his breath after a few moments feeling nothing but pain.

"My beautiful baby boy!" he suddenly remembered his mom and how she would gush her love in most inappropriate times.

When he had his friends over mostly. Like she needed to show everyone how much she loved him. Not that he minded, however some of his friends were quite envious of this outpouring of love between a mother and her first born. Or so they thought.

He needed to close his eyes. Just for a moment. A second. To rest his tired body.

***

Ericha felt something tug at her heart. She was not sure what this 'something' was but it made her uneasy. She was assessing the coordinates where the probes launched imagining that it would calm her down, instead the feeling was still there.

A button on a nearby console flashed.

Lindsay approached the console and pushed the glowing button.

"I need help immediately!" Momoa's frantic voice echoed over the bridge.

Dread filled their souls as the three women noticed panic in the man's voice. "Calm down, we're on our way."

Nodding to Lindsay the woman turned and strode off to her post, skillfully smashing buttons and making their vessel fly back down. "Can you tell us what happened?" As Lindsay was busy smashing through space using their ship, Ericha managed to ask.

Momoa took a deep breath and explained everything he was a part off. Waking up, getting carried by a broken, beaten and battered Lucian and finally managing to escape the dreaded hole on his own.

The woman flared with anger. 'How dare he leave Lucian alone?' Pushing her fiery emotions deep down she managed to stay calm as she listened to his excuses.