Chapter 3. The Cold Winds of Gallifrey
Night time, Gallifrey slept. Quietly I slipped from her arms and sliding my feet into soft carpet slippers tiptoed naked to the console. Habits are hard to break after seeming centuries of endless repetition. The universe summoned from the liquid screens and my eyes traveled from headline to headline searching out a hint to my eternal question. Some I followed a little, delving deeper just long enough to see the pattern to the flickering script and images but generally a glance was enough to allow me passage to the next. I had once used three screens, allowing peripheral vision to filter unnecessary information through my cortex before consciously focusing. I had learned that error quickly. Often what seems immaterial is vital and missing one clue in my search could cost too dearly.
I neither heard her stir nor rise but her hands descending on my shoulders were comforting rather than startling. I am not easily scared but often find being suddenly awakened from my contemplations disturbing. Her hands were different. Warm, pleasing, filled with affection and care. I recalled the first time she had touched me thus, casually in passing, a soft caress to my hair. No outlandish gesture, but delicate and intimate. I remembered how my soul had filled with joy and smiled sheepishly at my now exposed but normally hidden romanticism. I felt her stoop, the gentle variance in pressure on my trapezius signaling what my eyes could not capture. Her lips brushed the pinna of my left ear with a kiss and I felt the warmth of her breath close to my auditory canal.
“Hatter, I missed you.”
The statement was simple but sometimes words encompass far more than their total letter count or syllable quantity. I leaned back, my shoulder blades touching the familiar indents on the chair that marked relaxation.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
I sighed. Not the negative escape of breathe that might indicate sadness or perplexity, but rather that slow expulsion that allowed body and mind to settle into overwhelming bliss.
“I like to listen to you sleep.”
Utter understatement. I adored to hear her sleep and would pinch myself to keep from drifting to revel in that heavenly music.
“Do I snore?”
I could not help but laugh and momentarily perhaps in embarrassment I felt her hands start to withdraw. Reaching upwards quickly, gently I took those delicate beautiful digits in mine and kept them fast.
“If I could hear you no longer I think deafness would be a blessing vixen mine.”
I did not need to see her face to know the look upon it. Never would she take compliments well, always modest, ever humble she had no concept of the treasure her presence was to me. Often I had told her, explained in over ambitious verbiage the vital nature of her companionship bahis şirketleri and service. Yet angel as she was the natural grace that exuded from each precious pore would not allow for self conceit in any form.
I felt her shiver and rising quickly wrapped my arms tight around her form. Both of us naked our bodies molded one against the other fitting in symmetry that even to my scientifically questioning mind could only be perceived as a divine construct. I felt her melt, perhaps for the third time, merge into my still somewhat athletic build like syrup enveloping fresh baked crumpet, covering me, sweetening me, completing me.
I kissed her forehead, a long soft kiss that meant as much as all the kisses that had come before, my lips attempting to sear the feelings that remained so undisclosed in my heart deep into her psyche. Her chin unwrapped itself from my chest and in a moment of blazing realization our eyes connected. Those eyes, deep, filled with joy, pouring care and passion equally mixed in perfect unison. Almond shaped, brown irises captured in orbs of breathtaking white. Our lips met, gently at first, brushing pouting against each other, then with an almost imperceptible grace our heads tilting simultaneously to the left to press hard in open embrace.
My hands slid to take hold fingers clasped around her waist and with a spring she wrapped her powerfully lithe limbs around my happily accepting waist, then in a moment of sublime completion I felt myself sliding easily perfectly into her moist and open waiting sheath.
I stood transfixed. Her arms entwined tight around my neck, breath hot and scented panting in my ear and her inner walls milking me in a slow constant rhythm that could only lead to uncontrollable ejaculation. Her muscles stroked me, teased me, fast momentarily then tantalizingly slowly, the spasms traveling up and down my shaft from tip to root. I felt her cervix drop to press hard against my head, pushing and opening to receive my seed directly to her womb. Legs spread wide for balance I found myself rocking backwards and forwards trance like, transported on a magic carpet ride of ecstasy. My scrotum tightened, readying to release the rocket thrust that would propel my yet to be offspring to their chosen mother. Staggering forward I managed to brace my shins against the beds framework and in all that movement her inner cylinder missed not one pump towards release.
“Cum, I need to cum. Please Hatter let me cum.”
Her voice seemed distant, as if drifting down from some great peak that she clambered step over step so diligently, the summit just ahead if I would but allow her to reach.
“Yes cum my darling weshjook, cum now.”
Never before had her teeth sought my flesh with such abandon but now they closed with a ferociousness driven bahis firmalar by her body’s utter submission to my acquiescence. I toppled forward unable to remain planted upright against her bodies exquisite convulsions, yet still she drew me in, my dagger plunged deep into the very core of her being and beyond, held there by her unflinching suction of need.
I am not sure how long I slept. The last drop of my seed that she had vacuumed so perfectly into her womb had taken with it any hope of my remaining cognizant for some considerable time. Now I became aware, knowing where I was. Remembering every extraordinary detail of that intense coupling and feeling myself still held semi erect in her slick channel and with wakening hardening fast.
“Give me more.”
She was awake and whispering. Her breath was so hot against my cheek and the flesh of my shoulder still sung from that long last animal bite.
“I want more.”
Her stomach moved beneath me and with that ripple came an insistent tug at my manhood from her still hungry inner beast. My body responded without need of my permission, the bellows of desire rekindling embers to glow bright once more before bursting into lustful flame.
“Yes, take me.”
The piston of love began to rise and fall. Slowly at first, struggling to escape the friction of its compact cylinder till precious oil began to permeate along the velvet walls. Faster then, long spreading strokes as the piston almost escaped its captivity before plunging downward in joyous compression.
My eyes were tightly closed and I was lost. Blinded in a mist of concentration, time captured and held prisoner in a cell of endless abandonment. Belly slapped belly, outer thigh inner thigh, hands finger locked together in a mockery of conjoined prayer and then, oblivion. Free falling, plummeting from heights of rapture that even angels cannot reach. Spiraling and spinning uncontrollably towards the rock strewn ground where all should be doomed to shatter indiscriminately. Yet this is incomparable bliss, a torturous fall and crash to resonate through our soul like an operatic descendo into Eden’s gate and beyond.
Humanity, a race set apart for so long to grow and metamorphose to all it could be. A complex species, full of promise yet indisputably flawed. I had tried to understand them, follow them, balance their strengths and weaknesses on the scales of time yet found them in the end disappointing. Alone amongst the creatures of their world they held a power far beyond their measure. They were not the fastest, neither the smartest, not even the most plentiful yet in their grasping fist held all the Earths futures tightly bound with their own.
Strengths they had in multitude. The ability to reason through problems enjoined with a natural inventiveness and curiosity beyond kaçak bahis siteleri parallel. The capacity to work together overcoming obstacles however overwhelming and to learn from past mistakes to ensure forward momentum. Yet none of these qualities made them exceptional or raised them to a height worthy of global mastery.
I felt her move beneath me, her whole body caressing me pelt to skin as only a changeling could. Warm, soft, totally compliant, her only wish this moment of utterly sensual pleasure. This was her species real gift, their innate and unbridled weaknesses. They needed for comfort, wanted to touch and be touched physically and spiritually for more than indulgent self satisfaction. They felt guilt and elation, compassion for the weak and underprivileged, had charity deeply rooted in their hearts. Recognized the omnipotent, no matter its personal form and strove each moment to empower rather than enslave. The very spark of their humanity was a compilation of weaknesses and actions other life forms would think pointless and unprofitable.
A chill touched my spine. Somewhere, in some time future or past footfall traversed my eternal resting place. I made to move, enough to recover a nearby throw for warmth but she stopped me with her all enveloping arms.
“Stay Hatter, never leave me.”
Her words, whispered so soft into my ear tore into my being like eagles talons.
“Everyone has betrayed my love except you. If you left me I think it would be an ending.”
A Timelords tears can fall for many reasons, to give water to the dead, to exorcize futility, to enhance joy. The welling now was different, plumbing pools of sadness that had held me captive through eons of time, sometimes starkly remembered but often thankfully forgotten.
“My dearest Hatter, why do you weep so? Have I done or said something terribly wrong?”
How does one explain a dream when it is impossibly unreal? Turn your deepest wishes from surreal desires to some form of possibility. I am at heart a realist. I may conjecture upon fates pliability but in the end accept my own indisputable irrational as I must.
“I cannot leave you love. I am fixed in this place, in this moment for eternity. In futures clear vision you will leave me as you must. I exist between dusk and nightfall, fleeting, shadowy, unable to step out into even the moonlight for fear of discovery. Your road is open, bright, destined for greatness of action and reward. Remember only one thing, as you look in the reflection of the mirror, I will always be there. I am forever Hatter, you are forever my companion.”
“Can we have children? I would like your child growing in my belly, to have part of you beside me always.”
I smiled and kissed her, what else might I do? She was offering me her body in this moment, her womb to guard my seed to fruition and her maternal nurturing for times uncharted or measured.
“Did I ever tell you that on Gallifrey patricide is a favored practice?”
“Really?”
“Oh yes my darling vixen most decidedly!”