How long... thought the man, has it been? He sighed to himself as he laid upon the ground, staring aimlessly at the swirling colors high above him. He slid his arm almost absentmindedly along Clarine, who lay sleeping peacefully on across his chest. “Mmhmhmm…” she murmured, fidgeting in her sleep a little at his touch and tightening her grip on his shirt, her other firmly grasping his other hand. My watch stopped working after a few days...and I can’t see the sun or moon in here…and we’ve been going at it like rabbits every single day, it’s hard to keep track of the time. He smiled a little at that thought. Day by day, the young man attempted to teach Clarine English, as Clarine attempted to teach him her own language. Every single day, between eating and having sex, they would sit down together and practice teaching one another, and while Clarine picked up on his English easily, the young man had a hard time comprehending hers.
“You’re the only bxrnm I’ve met that xrimtunec understand it…” she said to him just a day before, with a muddled expression on his face. “What do you mean?” he asked, confused. She repeated her statement, this time in English for his benefit. “You’re the only human I’ve met that doesn’t understand it…” before adding, “…every other human I’ve met speaks it perfectly…” she looked away from him as she finished, her eyes downcast.
This motion was lost on him, as his mind was focused on what she had said. …the only human I’ve met that doesn’t understand… every other human…
“Wait, does this mean there are other humans here besides us!?” He asked excitedly, catching her off guard. She became startled and jumped a little as he continued his barrage of questions. “If there are more humans, where are they? How come I’ve never seen anyone else but here around here? Is that where you’ve been getting the fruit from? Why didn’t you tell me?” firing off question after question, before she finally covered his mouth with her hands to silence him, even as he tried to continue asking more questions.
“…” silence.
Clarine removed her hands from his mouth, placing them in her lap. She refused to make eye contact with him, averting her gaze every time he tried to look at her. After fidgeting for several moments, she finally opened her mouth, and in English, responded softly, “…Outside.”
…Outside…? he thought to himself, confused. Aren’t we outside right now? I didn’t think this was some sort of building…? Seeing the confused expression on his face, Clarine pointed upward. His eyes following her lead skyward, for the first time he noticed a small, shining ring of light high above their heads. Not understanding, he looked back to her, asking “…what is that? The sun?”
To which she shook her head. “That is the Slximsn.” she said, slipping back into her own familiar language. “And this,” she said, spreading her arms in a wide circle around her, “is the inside.”
“Inside….inside….” he repeated to himself, the implications still not clear to him.
The inside? The inside of what…? I don’t recall entering anything except…His thoughts stopped cold as he thought back to the day he had met Clarine. Except when I was sucked inside that…!”
“Clarine!” he said quickly, startling her again. “Are we, as strange as this may sound, inside of a giant pot…?”
“…” Clarine remained silent, although she nodded her head slowly in agreement.
”So that ring of light…” he pointed skyward, as she had done before, “is the exit?”
“…” Again, she nodded her head in agreement. “So you…exit through that thing way up there?” Nod. “All the way up there, way, waaaay at the top?” Nod. “All by yourself, without any ropes or ladders?” Another nod.
“THAT’S AMAZING!!!” He shouted cheerfully, like a little child, half scaring Clarine silly as she fell backwards with a dazed look in her eyes. “You never told me you could do something so amazing, Clarine!” He said joyfully as he helped pull her back up. She smiled and blushed at the same time, her eyes darting back and forth.
“How come you’ve never told me you could exit this place?” he asked. Her smile immediately died, replaced with a clouded expression. Clarine once more avoided his eyes, staring hard enough into the ground that he could have sworn she was attempting to drill holes. Several minutes passed like this in silence, with neither party saying anything.
“Clarine, if it’s something you don’t want to tell me,” he finally said at last, keeping his voice soft, “then I won’t force you to.” He put both of his hands on her shoulders. “But if it really bothers you that much, then I’d want you to tell me.” He blushed as he talked, glad for once that she wasn’t watching him intently. “…Because, I really care about you, you know?” He tried to find the right words to match what he felt in his heart, stumbling clumsily along his words. “I care about you, so…if something is bothering you, then let me know, okay?”
He couldn’t tell if the trembling he felt was his own arms, or that of Clarine’s shoulders.
“I-I…” she stuttered in her own language as she finally raised her eyes to meet his. Her tears were flowing freely from her lantern colored eyes, like pristine mountain river streams. They were beautiful, wonderful tears, speaking volumes alongside her words. “I di-didn’t w-want y-you to leave me behind…!” She wailed, throwing herself into his arms, sobbing heavily into his chest. Her hands felt so fragile as they clung heavily to his shirt. “I w-was afraid, if I drtu you about the outside, d'rmi vectir me behind!” she continued to cry out in anguish. “That you would ffrmxr me and blxorim to the other humans!” As she sobbed her voice became incoherent, making it harder and harder for him to make out what she was saying in her language.
“Clarine…” he whispered her name, shocked. How long…? He thought sadly. How long have you been thinking this way? How long… have you suffered like this? I… he raised his arms slowly, which had fallen to his side when Clarine rushed him. I’ll… closer and closer his arms reached… never…
“I’ll never let you go, Clarine.” He said simply as his arms closed around her tightly, wrapping her in his embrace. He looked at the small, shaking frame sobbing within his arms, crying with all of her sorrow. “I promise.” He added, in her language.
She seemed so small as he held on to her. Oh so very small…
“Dyo ywou prwomise? Rreally, really pwromise?” Came the mangled reply in the same language, from her mouth buried in his chest. Even though she couldn’t see him, he nodded, and replied in the best that he could muster in her tongue “I, from this day forth, promise to never leave Clarine behind. I will be there, with you, Clarine, always.”
“Mahal kita...” she said, using words that sounded totally unfamiliar to him when compared to the way she normally spoke in either English or her language, as she slowly lifted her head from his chest and gazed at him tenderly, her tears falling slowly now. Her mouth tilted into a small smile. It was barely recognizable, but it was a smile nonetheless. He smiled back at her. Out of all her cute expressions, he loved her smiling face best.
“What did that mean?” he asked, referring to what she just said. “That didn’t sound like the language you normally speak…” he trailed off. “Those are…” she said slowly, as if searching for the words that she wished to speak. “The words, of my people.” She looked at him coyly. “What does it-” he began to say, but she put her hand to his mouth once more. In English, she continued “I can not tell you what it means, but…” she drew her face closer to his. “…I can show you…” her lips were less than a breath away from his. “…what it means…” she finished as her mouth came to rest lightly over his. It was a sweet, tender kiss. A fleeting sensation upon his lips, conveying her true feelings towards him. The first man to lay a hand on her, the first man who took away her first kiss, the first man to take away her everything…the first to hold her tightly in his embrace and not let her go. The man that looked at her and felt that every thing about her was beautiful, the one that would hold her hand in his own. Yes, he was the only man she wanted by her side, now and forever.
“Clarine…” he said softly as his eyes met her own, humbled by the depth of her feelings for him. His lips sought hers, brushing against them softly, slowly pushing forward as he did so. She found herself laying on her back against the floor as his lips traveled from her own to her neck and shoulders. A low moan escaped her lips in response, her hips unconsciously twisting side to side. As if sensing her desire, his hand traced a line down her abdomen and towards the part of her that was the warmest, slipping his two of his fingers inside.
“nngghh, ahh, aaah!” she gasped, his fingers prodding mercilessly at all of her weak spots. She squirmed noticeably, trying to lower herself further onto his hand, to force his fingers deeper inside of her. As his fingers slithered and probed deeper into her lower body, he furthered his assault on her upper half, lowering her top and teasing her nipples mercilessly with his mouth, spending only fleeting moments on one breast before switching to the other. His fingers became slick with her juices, making it easier to slip further in, much to her increased pleasure. Her crevice was overflowing with her sweet nectar, eager to be filled to the brim. Not wanting to make her wait, he removed his fingers, and took off his clothes. He then delicately wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her off the floor. Caught off guard, she began to wriggle about, until his gaze met hers, silently communicating. Trust me. They said to her, and that she did, putting her faith in him as he lifted her into the air.
Clarine…she feels so light. He thought to himself as he laid himself upon the ground, positioning her crevice above his manhood, a feat to get right the first time, with her pot in the way. Slowly, as he lowered her closer to his body, he could tell he was right on the mark as her entire body began to shake, and by the fiery warmth as she enveloped him. Soon, he felt his entire shaft buried up to the hilt inside of her. Clarine cried out, and her body tightened around him like a clamp as her face twisted in pleasure. “Ah…” she managed between heavy gasps, “it’s all…the way….inside me….”
It was the first time that they had sex with Clarine on top; he would always be the one that took the lead, save for when Clarine gave him oral. For the first time, she was given control of how much pleasure she would feel, and how fast. It was a novel experience, both feeling both frightening and wonderful to her at the same time. She began to hesitate, not knowing what to do. Her nervousness began to increase as she found herself looking to him, her eyes almost desperately pleading for him to take the lead again.
“Clarine,” he said softly to her, taking hold of her hands in his own, rubbing them gently with his fingers “it’s okay to move. I promise I won’t let go of your hands, so you don’t have to be afraid, okay?” he finished, and gave her an encouraging smile. She bit her lip nervously in response, but after a moment’s pause she nodded her head in agreement. Slowly, gently, she began to lift herself from his manhood. Slowly she rose and rose, until she could only feel that the tip still remained inside, and she looked to his eyes for comfort. She saw the encouragement that lay there, and his smile, closed her eyes tightly and brought herself down.
“AAuunnhh!!” she screamed, and for a moment it felt as if her entire being was clamping tightly down upon him as she impaled himself upon his manhood.
Saliva was running down the side of her mouth and she was breathing heavily, but her hands remained firmly in his, their fingers intertwined with each other. Again she rose, slowly, raising herself as high as she could without having him slip out of her, before coming crashing down like a tight vise around him, squeezing tightly. It took all his willpower from exploding into her at that very instant, the pleasure so wildly intense. Her movements were rough and awkward, but the look of effort and pleasure on her face were driving him wild. She was trying her hardest to please not only herself, but as well as him. He could feel it in the way she would take her sweet time raising herself above him, teasing his shaft along the way, before bringing herself down quickly and clamping back down, and in the way she would look at him with a seductive smile before plunging his manhood deep into her crevice. The way her entire body would shiver as she took him inside to the hilt, the way she would look for her hands, and almost audibly breathe a sigh of relieve when they were still connected…it was too much for him to handle.
He tried to warn of her, “I…can’t last much longer!”
Rather than deter her, however, upon hearing this, she seemed determined to make him climax. She began to raise herself off of him faster, only to slam herself back down onto him and clamp down even tighter than before, her face a mask of ecstasy. Her movements were no longer awkward and rough, but wild and fierce. Her ragged breathing grew punctuated with her moans, filling the air with her sweet cries.
“Clarine…” he tried to spit out between bouts of pleasure “Tomorrow, let’s go outside together! I promise…not to let go of your hand, so let’s go….together!” He shouted, and thrust into her just as she slammed into him.
“Aaaahhhhh!!!” She cried out as his seed poured into her, climaxing as her tunnel clamped down and squeezed every ounce out of him as she rode the waves of pleasure resulting from her own orgasm. Her fingers clung tightly to his, slicing into the skin on the back of his hands. Exhausted, she tried to lift herself from him, only to fall forward on his chest. “Do you….” She said, lifting her head long enough to look into his eyes, “really….promise…?” she asked of him weakly, before her head fell back down. Not even three seconds later he could hear the contented sounds of her peaceful slumber. Freeing one of his now bloodied hands, he placed it gently over her, caressing her sleeping face. “It’s a promise.” He confirmed, and for a moment, he swore he saw a smile form on her sleeping face.
The man brought his free hand to his face, examining it. Five small jagged lines ran across the back of his palm. Without even looking, he was certain he would find five identical ones on the hand that held onto Clarine’s. These will probably leave a scar once they heal…he thought to himself. But he wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he was rather pleased. It was almost as if Clarine left his mark on him, claiming him as her own, and no one else. It was a pleasant thought to him. The girl that lay on top of him was someone who had become very dear to him.
“Clarine.” He said, placing his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. “It’s time to wake up,” he said in a cheery voice. For the first time, he would get to see Clarine’s face upon waking up; up until now, whenever he awoke, Clarine was nowhere to be found. He knew now that this was because she was ‘outside’ gathering the fruits and fish that they would share each morning for breakfast, and later lunch and dinner.
“Fwueeh?” She mumbled, blinking sleepily with a drowsy look on her face. It was by far the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his entire life. “Clarine…” he whispered to her… “Your morning face is so adorable!!!” He shouted with glee, pulling into a tight hug.
“Icambbrrle!!” She tried to shout with her face buried in his shirt. I can’t breathe!
“Oh, I’m sorry Clarine!” He said apologetically, releasing her from his grasp. She quickly sucked in some air, her face bright red in embarrassment at so much attention first thing in the morning. Despite the commotion, neither had let go of the others hand.
“It’s time go finally go outside…” he half mumbled to himself. He glanced once more at the surroundings that had become so familiar to him. He had begun to feel that he could point out every single individual spiral from the others without a moment’s hesitation. Even so, as familiar as it was, he really missed the sun and the open skies. Just by glancing at Clarine, he could tell she was obviously nervous. “So, are you ready to go?” he asked in a cheerful tone, in an attempt to brighten her mood. Although she didn’t give him her usual smile, she did manage to nod in agreement as a response.
“Remember, Clarine. I promised that I wouldn’t let go of your hand, so no matter what happens, I won’t leave you behind. So you don’t have to be afraid, okay? Let’s walk on the outside, together.”
“….” Her expression clouded, then brightened. “Yes!” She replied cheerily. “Okay!” he replied in turn. “…So, how do we get out of here?” he asked sheepishly.
“Um…close your eyes.” Clarine said to him shyly. “Okay…” he responded, and obeyed. Now he was the one that had become uncertain. “How will closing my eyes help us get out of here?”
He could feel her free hand’s presence on his face, and the one in his own grasped in reassurance. “Do you trust me?” She asked of him.
“Of course.” Without pause or hesitation.
He could almost feel her beaming smile upon him. “Whatever you do, do not open your eyes.” She instructed firmly. Whether she pumped his hand again to reassure herself, or him, he could not tell.
“Buksan ang Pinto…” she began to chant rhythmically, in the tongue she had referred to as “the words of my people”. “Buksan ang Pinto, sa pagitan ng Mundo na ito at sa Mundo ng ating lahi at mga tao magkamukha.” She spoke clearly and with determination in a lyrical manner, far different from the way she normally spoke around him. He felt her hand pump his lightly once more, as if to reassure him she was still there. “Path Ang lumakad sa pamamagitan ng mga ng Gayahin Kind: ipinamamanhik ko sa inyo, gaya ng aking pagkapanganay! Ako, Clarine Palayok sa Diablo, nagapakilooy ka, Reyna ng lahat Gayahins, Bigyan ako ang rito, kayo na bigyan ang iyong anak na babae ligtas rito ng daanan!! Ngayon! Buksan ang Pinto, at tayo'y Pumasa!! ”
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