Banished Pt. 02

I quickly withdrew the knife belt from my back, and stowed under the bed, just within reach.

Cameron nodded quickly, and as Gisela signaled to her, Cameron gave a reluctant, nervous nod, and the group came over to us.

The matron's attendees brought a chair over to us, and as soon as she was seated, they took off, leaving us with Gisela, the princess, and the matron.

As they looked to us, we gave each other a quick nod.

Cameron bunched up the base of her robe, allowing me access without view to her posterior, and as I unclasped my own robes, I let the material fall around us.

There, under the concealment of our garb, I withdrew my member, and after stroking it to some semblance of an erection, I acted, as if nestling myself within her.

I patted the bare skin on the inside of her leg, as a signal, and Cameron let out a moan, as if being entered.

The act, however was particularly unconvincing, and I could see clearly that the princess was thoroughly dissatisfied with the way things were developing.

Nonetheless, I began to move, roughly thrusting myself into Cameron's rear, and she made more moans as we simulated, what I was now certain, would be the most comical sex scene ever.

I was about to check on how our show was being received, when the princess stomped her foot, bringing our act to a halt as she voiced her objection.

"The princess says the Gods are much hasty," Gisela translated, "and that godlings will not come forth this way."

The princess spoke some more, and Gisela nodded.

"She wishes that you learn by her. Herr Götze, relax backwards," Gisela instructed, as the princess gently pushed me at the chest, and I quickly covered my shame as I moved into a sitting position, my back braced slightly by the wall behind us.

Then she turned to Cameron, who was struggling, it seemed, to keep it together.

"Frau Camryn," Gisela began. "Your tension betrays you. Slow the breath. Breathe deep. Relax."

Cameron nodded, and I noted, with some interest, that she'd actually listened to the princess' advice.

The princess then directed Cameron into the position where she wanted her, sitting, off to the side of her leg, directly in front of me, and just at the edge of the bed.

"Look upon the god-mate. His form, outline. He is beautiful, but through you he will be majestic."

The princess brought Cameron closer to me, and as she did, she pulled me back from the wall, and tutted at me.

"This goddess is your support. Lean on her, and she leans on you."

I nodded, my hand reaching for Cameron's, and she took it in hers, as the princess coaxed us again, closer.

She was breathing faster now, as the spaces between us vanished, and eventually, she lifted up, settling her legs on either side of my thighs, partially straddling me.

"Relax," Gisela translated, as the princess spoke soothingly to Cameron.

She nodded, slowing her breathing down again, and the princess continued with her lesson.

"Look to the lips," Gisela instructed.

For a second, I thought this had been directed to me, but the princess took Cameron's hands, and guided her fingers to brush gently against my lips.

I had to admit, being the passive party here was quite unusual, but I didn't find it unpleasant.

"These lips once suckled the teat of a god-mother, for sustenance, but now he will drink of you to nourish a new desire. Sustain him. Nurture the carnal impulse."

Cameron gulped, as the princess unclasped the ties at the front of her robe, and pulled back the garment, slowly, over her shoulders, and her naked breasts spilled forth.

My eyes momentarily flickered to them and a pained expression flashed in Cameron's eyes, so I quickly verted my gaze.

"No! No, no, no," the princess scolded me, tutting at me as if I were a misbehaving child.

She began to speak to me, her tone impassioned, and Gisela quickly translated.

"The Goddess offers you her form, uncloaked. See her. Honor her with desiring eyes. She is not the helpless maiden in the bazaar. She is before you, chosen, burning with the need for godlings."

Cameron bit her lip, shifting her shoulders uncomfortably, so I fixed my gaze on her eyes.

You are beautiful, I thought, willing the idea into a look of complete sincerity, and Cameron blushed.

"He desires you," Gisela translated, as the princess coaxed Cameron forward. "Go to him, sustain his hunger with the body."

I searched her eyes for some sign, and Cameron shot me a resigned look that said 'do what you must'.

She leaned forward, and I released her hand as I placed a hand on her hip, and as she leaned, her breasts swayed subtly, so close that every breath I exhaled now caressed them, and if I wanted, I could have probably tasted them with my tongue.

I studied them for a moment; they were full, round.

Not the budding breasts of a girl, but the fully matured breasts of a woman.

Don't hate me, I thought, as I leaned forward, brushing my lips against the swaying mounds of flesh.

Her skin was soft, and there was the slightly salty taste of sweat mixed with something that arose in me, desires.

I felt myself stirring as my lips kissed the side of her left breast, but as I looked up to her face, I saw that she still looked unsettled, and fearful.

I decided to soften my touches, and as I continued to plant soft kisses along the fatty sides of her breasts, I was eventually rewarded with a soft moan.

Cameron gave me a quick, consenting nod, and at that signal I really went at it, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth as I reached up with my free hand, cupping the right breast.

As I sucked and kissed her left breast, I took the nipple of the right between my thumb and forefinger, but as I twisted it, she winced, and I shot her an apologetic look.

I flicked the stiff nub, rubbing it a little more gently, and she nodded her approval as another moan escaped her lips.

"He is ready for you," Gisela translated, as the princess continued to speak. "Go to him, now."

Cameron looked into my eyes, and bit her lip nervously.

She shifted her weight onto her knees, and pushed away from me a little, and I quickly withdrew my stiffened rod from its confines.

Cameron's gaze shifted to my part, and she stared at it as if entranced.

She allowed her robes to drape around us, concealing the areas where our areas would meet, much to the princess' dismay, however, before she settled into place, she reached down, grasping my meat, and positioning it so that it fit snugly against her slit.

I shot her a questioning look.

"Let's make it look good this time," she whispered, and pleasurable jolts shot up my spine as she flexed her hips, sliding her sex against mine.

She was wet, and it only took a few gyrations before my meat was slippery with her juices and my own pre-cum.

We're really doing this, I thought.

This wasn't kissing, and petting, and a show anymore.

This was as intimate as sex; and as Cameron threw her head back, her hands running through her hair as she quickened her motions, I gave in to the pleasure as she did.

I placed a hand on her hips, and helped her to move as she ground against me, biting her lips, and building a steady rhythm.

It was pleasurable, and I had just begun to enjoy the sensation when she began to move quickly, much too quickly, and I looked, with interest as she began moan, a climax fast approaching.

It was surprising, and I felt somewhat disappointed as she let out a muted, orgasmic gasp, before slowing down her movements as she wound the orgasm down.

She panted.

Would this be enough?

This time, our lovemaking was real, but given how quickly Cameron climaxed, would it be enough to satisfy the princess?

I looked to her for some indication, but this time, it was the matron who spoke.

"The matron wonders if the gods know how to make godlings," Gisela relayed, and the woman spoke again. "Godlings will not come forth, unless the stem is planted firmly within the Goddess' fertile soil."

The princess' gaze quickly flashed to where our bare sex lay hidden beneath the robes, and Cameron gulped as the princess reached for the cloth, and withdrew the robe, exposing us completely, and studying us with a mix of fascination and lust.

At the princess' urging, Cameron lifted her weight off of me, and the princess grasped my cock, aiming the head at the slit of Cameron's sex.

I jumped as she brushed my sensitive tip against the slick, wet, place, parting Cameron's lips just slightly to reveal the opening hidden within, and as she urged Cameron onto the erect thing, I could see her body shudder as it made contact.

"Relax, child. Ease yourself onto him. Do as you learned; combine the pleasures, and become as one."

Cameron closed her eyes, her body shaking, and as she lowered herself onto me, her fists were balled tight, and I studied her with interest.

Something's not right.

That reaction.

It wasn't about who she was being made to do this with, it was about what we were doing, and it was triggering a full-on traumatic breakdown.

"Stop," I began, as Cameron began hyperventilating, but she shook her head.

"No, I- uh, I just need to," she shuddered again, this time more visibly, and as she tried to force herself down onto me, she finally broke down, and began to sob.

I wrapped my arms around her, and stopped her from moving, then slowly, withdrew myself from her within her.

"We're done," I said, directing my words initially at the princess, before speaking them again to Cameron. "It's okay, now, we're done."

I offered the words, as soothingly as I could, and as the princess reached out, offering comfort of her own, the old woman held up a hand to stop her.

She signaled to the two, and as they stood up, preparing to leave, the princess shot me a look that was equal parts panicked and disappointed.

Thankfully, they left the room without complaint, but even so, Cameron held onto me, continuing to sob.

She cried for what felt like an eternity, and even as the sobbing eventually subsided, she remained in my arms, curled up as if in a cocoon, and letting out the occasional whimper.

I ran my hand soothingly through her hair, holding her, until eventually she went completely still, and as we remained like that, the light from the room faded, as dusk approached and night beckoned.

"You probably think I'm stupid, don't you?" she finally asked.

"What?"

I had begun to think she'd fallen asleep, but the question was so out of the left field, it caught me off guard.

"Who has an orgasm then freaks out like that, right? Isn't that what you're thinking?"

She spat the words out with a tinge of venom, and I bit my lip as I now understood the nature of the question.

"That'd be a stupid thing to think. I mean, that's not really how trauma works."

It was as clear a case of PTSD as I'd ever seen.

Someone had abused her; of that I was now certain.

Cameron tilted her head at the comment, her interest piqued, so I continued.

"Having the capacity to feel pleasure doesn't invalidate your trauma. I mean, it's not like if you can feel traumatized one hundred percent of the time. Thinking that you're stupid in this situation would be nonsensical."

Cameron seemed taken aback by the comment, and she studied me for a moment, before leaning back with a sigh.

"Wish I could have found a man who thought that way before I got banished to this place," she replied.

She was silent again for a while, before again, finding her voice.

"Do you mind if we stay like this?" she asked, and as I nodded, she adjusted herself, so that she fit more snugly in my arms.

"Still don't think I'm stupid?" she asked, as I resumed my caressing of her hair.

"For what?"

"For asking for this," she responded, and I smirked.

"What? Closeness? Comfort?"

She shook her head.

"For seeking it with you," she replied, and I sighed.

"You really don't like me, do you?" I asked, and she lifted her head up, looking up at me.

"It's not that. It's just, you're a gigantic, walking, red flag."

She thought about it for a bit, then looked away, a distant look in her eye.

"Maybe everything I know is wrong... Right now, this is the most comforted I've felt in... ever."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel absolutely nothing," I offered, and she smirked.

"Sadly, your honesty only makes me feel even more reassured."

She shot me a wry smile, and I returned it.

"You're serious though, aren't you? You feel nothing?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Does that bother you?" I asked.

She shrugged.

"Kind of."

"Why? Do you want me to feel something?" I asked, and she pouted.

"We're naked and cuddling on an alien planet. Cut a girl some slack," she replied, and I smirked.

"Well, sorry. But it's not like I can help it."

We were quiet for a few moments, when she spoke again.

"So, what do you feel?" she asked, and I considered the question.

"You mean, in general?" and she nodded. "Mostly, pleasure. Desire. Sometimes excitement, happiness, comfort; but those are pretty rare."

"So, you can't feel negative emotions at all? Guilt? Anxiety?"

"I can potentially feel anything. Uh, I think the term used to describe me is 'autonomically hyporeactive'. It basically means that it takes a lot for me to feel even a little."

"So... you've never felt guilty in your whole life?" she asked, and I shrugged.

"Can't say that I have."

"Then how do you even know what guilt is?" she asked, and I laughed.

"If you saw everyone around you smiling, wouldn't you know what a smile was?"

"Yeah, but I also would have probably smiled," she replied.

"Well, even if you didn't, you'd still know that it existed, and that people did it. You would even probably know that they did it when they were happy; and sometimes faked it to make people think that they were. There's a lot that we learn through observation. Think of it like this; even though I don't feel guilt, I know that you felt guilty this morning when you approached Casey behind my back, and she tried to convince you to murder me in my sleep, didn't you?"

"Jesus," Cameron breathed. "There's no getting anything past you, is there?"

She was silent for a bit, before speaking again.

"If it helps, I am sorry," she said, and I chuckled in response.

"It's fine. It's not like I don't understand why you did it. You were trying to protect everyone, and yourself. I never held it against you."

She let out a long, deep sigh.

"Casey said you would do everything to make me trust you. Even things like this."

"Well, I do want you to trust me," I answered.

"Is that why you comforted me just now?"

I shook my head.

"I did that because it was what you needed."

"So, would you hurt me?" she asked, finally.

"I dunno. Would you give me reason to?" I replied, and she pouted in response.

"If you'd tried to kill me this morning, I would have defended myself," I explained, and she conceded the point with a nod.

"So, if I never gave you a reason to, you'd never hurt me?" she asked coyly, and I considered the question.

"I wouldn't say never. People hurt each other all the time without meaning to. But I guess, I would probably try not to."

She went quiet again, resting her head on me, but I sensed another question was brewing.

"If I came to you, and asked you to hold me like this, would you?" she asked.

"If you needed me to, and there wasn't something else preventing me, then sure. I mean, if you were a complete bitch to me that day, then maybe not," I added, smirking, and she shot me a wry look.

"You know, I did kind of betray you this morning. So, why are you still being nice to me now?"

"I guess I have some investment in this, right now. I mean, I hope the others are fine, but if the worst happens, you'd be all I've got."

"Not the princess?" she asked, and I chuckled.

"I'm a glorified sperm bank to her. She's in control of that relationship. By my calculations, this relationship between us, is mutually beneficial, and more beneficial than anything else on offer."

"Calculated, huh? Way to kill the mood," she replied, sarcastically.

"Wasn't aware there was a mood."

"There is," she confirmed, shooting me an interesting look. "Guess your powers of observation aren't infallible after all."

I considered the suggestion with interest.

"You know, in my calculations, there might be something in this for me if I treat you well, right?" she said.

She raised her upper body off of my chest as she spoke, and her breasts hung enticingly on display in front of me for the second time that day.

"There might be," I responded, taking in the view in earnest.

It was dark out, and I now realized that there seemed to be a light of some kind in the room, as I gazed upon Cameron's partially illuminated, naked form.

It was that same soft glow that I'd noticed in the tunnels, yet here, it seemed more pronounced.

I made a mental note to enquire about this later, as I drank in the mesmerizing view on display before me.

"You can touch them if you like," she offered, nodding towards her bosom, and I shook my head, as I leaned back.

"Your God-mate demands to be fed," I replied, smirking, and she laughed.

"They're so quirky, but I know they meant well."

She leaned forward nonetheless, dangling her breasts in front of me, and she swayed a bit, allowing the soft fleshy mounds to brush deliciously against my face.

I opened my mouth, and took one of her breasts in, nipple first, and she moaned as I sucked.

"You might think I'm crazy, but I don't remember them being this big. Or firm, and round."

I released the breast from my lips.

"You're not. It's not just you, its everyone. My stomach was never this muscular," I replied.

She reached down, shifting her weight onto one hand, tracing the lines formed along my abdomen.

"Lucky me," she replied, as she shifted her eyes back to mine.

She leaned towards me, and for the first time, our lips met, but as we kissed, my stirring member momentarily brushed against her own place, and she jumped.

"You alright?" I asked, and she quickly nodded, replacing the momentary panicked look with one of sheer determination.

She dove for my lips this time, a statement of intent on her part, and I had trouble matching her intensity as she mashed her lips against me.

Cameron adjusted herself, resting her weight on her knees as she positioned herself over my pelvis.

Our bodies ground together as we kissed, and she let out little gasps as if little jolts of electricity were jolting through her every time her sex made contact with mine.

Finally, she paused, her stare fixed on me intently, as she brought my head to her entrance.

She hesitated, and I could see that her intense expression was a mask for the terror hidden beneath.

"Whoever hurt you... he's not in control anymore. You are. You're stronger now," I said, and she nodded.

Her breathing had taken on that irregular, panicked pattern, and she closed her eyes tight as she pushed my length, slowly, into her opening.

"Nate," she whimpered, her body shivering, and I held her tight.

"You are in control," I whispered, just letting her take things at her own pace as I supported the weight of her fears in my embrace.

She nodded, grimacing a little as she lowered herself again, and she repeated the process several more times, slowly, until her eyes shot open at surprise as she bottomed out on me.

"You're... inside of me," she said.

"You did good," I commended her, planting a comforting kiss on her shoulder.