FICTION: CrazyForestSex
Story Title: CrazyForestSex
Author's Name: HoniBrownHateza
Word Count: 4300
Rating: MA /NC-17
Date: December 18, 2005
Summary: Sharon and Helo have CrazyForestSex on Caprica.
Spoilers: Set during Six Degress of Separation
Disclaimers: Universal Studios own these characters and situations.
Author’s note: This is my first attempt at Sharon & Helo smut/porn. There is an undercurrent of a story included. Read at your own risk. Burning within the Flames is a stand-alone series of short stories chronicling the relationship between Sharon “Boomer” Valerii and Karl “Helo” Agathon.
CrazyForestSex
~~
The sky was pregnant with storm. Faint thunder could be heard in the distance, but a deathlike hush hovered over the enormous trees. Lines of twisted clouds drifted down to drape the treetops, only to be blown away by sudden gusts of wind, which periodically allowed the moon’s bright rays to flow through the branches. As twilight approached, even the spaces between the grass were being filled with shadows.
“Anything?” Sharon Valerii asked.
“Not a peep. Looks like they’re gonna give us a break tonight,” Karl Agathon said, peering through the binoculars. They were both hunkered down on a ridge overlooking a gorge.
They’d better. I can’t complete my mission if they keep shooting at us day in and day out, but I understand their frustration. I’m beyond frustration.
The mountain was utterly still. Not a single living soul or mechanical being was to be seen. There wasn’t even so much as a stray animal. They were all alone, sitting in the young darkness together. Heartened by the stroke of good luck, Sharon moved in so close to Helo that their lips were almost touching. She could smell his breath, feel his warmth. His eyes, a vibrant hazel fringed by dark lashes, were searing into her soul.
Gently, she touched his right shoulder. A wavelike undulation swept through him so powerfully she could hear his naked throbbing, his naked need. The spicy scent of his skin, combined with the faint odor of perspiration, was intoxicating. As though they were last two people left on the planet, they shared the same sense of isolation. They were castaways on a raft in the middle of a raging sea.
Her emotions wavered between caution and curiosity because they’d bonded on a level she’d never known was possible. As things stood, she was desperate to taste the new emotion he’d introduced her to. He was a bright streak in the darkness that was her existence.
Sharon’s eyes were now riveted on Helo’s lips; her mouth watered with an eagerness to sample him. She couldn’t bring to mind the actual taste of the pleasure she sought, only the craving that preceded it. One thing was certain. A single kiss could provide much needed nourishment for her soul.
“We’d better find a place to rest tonight,” he said, abruptly getting to his feet and moving away, just beyond her reach.
A sudden loss of confidence and gnawing doubt made Sharon’s knees buckle beneath her. Deflated by the rejection, she sank limply into the damp foliage that lined the ridge. For some reason, her actions, intended as an invitation, acted as a ban instead.
On the verge of tears at having failed again, she sought his eyes in the growing darkness. So confused by his attitude, she didn’t know what emotion she wanted to read there. This was beyond her power of understanding.
He wants me. I can feel it. Why won’t he give in?
The silence between them was unbearable. She felt almost no joy in even attempting to have close intimate moments with him anymore. She didn’t understand what was keeping them from coming together. It definitely wasn’t chastity.
Helo wasn’t chaste, but he wasn’t a womanizer either. Tall and strong with sculptured muscles, he was the honey that attracted the bees. Every time he took leave from the Battlestar Galactica, a gaggle of big-breasted bimbos would descend upon him and throw their legs open. As a single man, he had no reason to refuse their offers and he eagerly satisfied his lust and theirs without hesitation.
Are my breasts too small?
For weeks she’d used all of her womanly faculties in an effort to seduce him. In the fallout shelter she’d run around in her underwear day and night, but that had only served to make him feel embarrassed. She’d even endured a beating at the hands of Model Number Six that was designed to bring him closer to her emotionally. That experiment might have worked too well. Helo’s primary concern now was to protect her, not ravish her.
Failure was inevitable. It was virtually hopeless. Whenever she thought she’d cornered him, he fled somewhere else. When she thought he was too far away, he was close but somehow still inaccessible. It was like tracking down echoes in a canyon or trying to catch the sun with her bare hands.
Now she had to come to cruel grips with the situation. He didn’t touch her because he didn’t love her and that was it. He loved the other Sharon. Despite the elaborate deception, in his heart, he knew she wasn’t the same woman. The only thing she could do was to continue groping in the dark, praying that he’d act on his primal instincts and have his way with her.
“Come on, Sharon. We’ve gotta go,” he said, extending his hand as though the uncomfortable moment hadn’t passed between them.
Without hesitation, she slipped her fingers between his and they continued to move deeper into the forest where the hills and valleys followed each other in rapid succession. Before long they came upon a clearing where they had to step over strange round clumps of thick grass. In the same clearing there was a series of regular indentions filled with blankets of forest leaves.
“I think it’s okay here,” Helo said, peering through the his binoculars again.
Sharon dropped to the ground and began removing branches and twigs from the nearest depression. The quicker he went to sleep, the easier it would be for both of them. Since he’d rescued her from the Cylons, her feelings had come into conflict. While the perimeters of the mission remained the same, she also wanted him.
Something about him not only generated an ache between her legs, but that same something also warmed her heart. He was so alive and she craved the feel of him inside her. It was a selfish desire because nothing was more important than conceiving the child. Until the situation changed, Helo was the only man in the universe who could possibly impregnate her. It had to be done quickly because time was running out fast. The others wouldn’t remain patient for very long.
“Call it,” Helo said.
She half turned as the coin was tossed. “Heads.”
The coin landed between his hands. “Heads, you win. You sleep. I watch.”
“No, you’re the one who needs sleep,” she insisted as he put the coin in his pocket. Once it was secured, he eased down next to her, took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her into the cavity.
“I couldn’t sleep even if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him. His eyes were kind and his sweet breath was warm on her face.
“Truth is. If something happened to you, I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel the same way,” Sharon said, believing the sincerity of his words.
He sat back on his ankles as a sharp clap of thunder and a flash of lightening threatened to interrupt their moment. She rose up on one elbow, but couldn’t look at him. Instead, she brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. Not knowing what else to say, she remained silent.
“Back on the ship, I…ah…look, I knew what was going on between you and the Chief,” he said.”
“I think everybody did.” The sudden intensity in the air made her nervous.
“And I respected it,” he continued. “Your feelings, his. But I would have given anything to be him.”
Sharon’s heart beat violently. Her imagination shifted one way and then another. Is he confessing love for me? For her? Should I act now?
Helo sighed. “Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot here. I don’t want to step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and you know I have to respect it.”
Acting on pure instinct, she grabbed him by the collar and their mouths met in a heated embrace of abandoned passion as she drew him on top of her. While Helo tried to suck the oxygen from her lungs, the thunder in the background clashed in rhythm with the bucking of his hips against the softness between her legs. Sharon’s pulse beat so wildly at the hollow of her throat she couldn’t breathe. The fire he was stoking within her sex would soon be a raging inferno.
“Sharon!” he cried, gasping for breath.
“Take me, Helo!”
Like a man possessed, he bounded to his feet, bringing her with him. Fresh oxygen was just beyond her reach as he relentlessly recaptured her lips, simultaneously ripping the flight suit from her shoulders. The suit became an impediment when he was forced to relinquish her lips to pull the rubber material down her narrow hips. The boots went flying somewhere behind her.
Sharon’s hands were all over him, desperate to feel his hot skin next to hers. Trembling in the cool evening, clad only in underwear, she worked feverishly to expose him. As he struggled to free the lower portion of his body from the suit, she pulled the double black and gray t-shirts over his head.
Within a breath, he plucked hers away, revealing her small breasts because she hadn’t worn a bra since they were reunited. Like a half-starved child, he latched onto one pebble hard nipple and then the other, alternating between the two as though the taste of them could preserve his life.
Her knees shook so much she collapsed limply into his arms. Unceremoniously, he dumped her into the nook, tugged off her panties and fell atop her. The flimsy briefs barely contained the solid lump of erection that pounded her exposed clitoris. Helo’s prowess was a living force that made Sharon’s head swim with lust.
The onslaught of frenzied passion made her shiver uncontrollably. The need for him was so great that she sobbed in protest when he pulled back to remove the briefs. The sight of the massive rod of male flesh, easily twenty centimeters in length and so thick she couldn’t get her hands around it, made her half-gasp in fear. Before she could formulate another thought, he was between her thighs again, this time his large fingers were playing with the thatch of dark hair below her abdomen. The digits slipped lower and lower until they parted her hot slick flesh.
Moved by an adventurous spirit, Sharon threw open her body and soul to all of Helo’s desires. Every caress he bestowed was a merciless attack upon her body, her nerves and her bones. Her flesh was so outside her control and her will, she was an explosion set to go off. Her body tuned itself completely to him. Breath sawed in and out of her lungs, suspending her in an unbearable anticipation of need. Sharon was weightless.
Abruptly, he positioned her legs on either side of his body, her thighs upon his. He spread her outer lips apart with one hand, and with the same hand he pulled back the clitoral hood, exposing the tiny nub of flesh to the probing of his free hand.
“Oh God!” The orgasm that came over Sharon was like a vapor rising from her body. It came like flames from her hands, her hair and her sex. It traveled upwards and marched in tandem with the dark clouds above. “Oh my God! God!”
The unfamiliar musky scent that permeated the warm air pocket around them was just strong enough to get her attention, but not for long. Helo nudged the head of his throbbing flesh up and down her slit, triggering another burst of erotic intensity that sent her spinning out of control and into a wild earth-shattering climax that made her jerk and thrash with fever.
God! He’ll shred me to pieces with that thing! I know what to do and I know how to do it but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve never done it! Oh God!
A hoarse moan escaped her raw throat as he pushed her legs back until her thighs were resting on her stomach, like a crab retracting its claws. Slowly, he pushed the tip inside. Sharon cried out in agony as it tore through her flesh. Helo’s eyes grew round with shock. She inhaled deeply and bravely thrust upwards, shrieking in pain as the hard mass of flesh completely penetrated her virginal walls.
“Sharon?!”
“Weapons free, Mister. That’s an order,” she cried through gritted teeth.
“No, Sir,” he panted, visibly upset that he was hurting her.
Easing back until he was at the entrance, he ground it in very slowly. Intent on sharing every throbbing centimeter of his meat he pulled out then sank back in, fucking her with exquisite slowness. Completely outside her senses, Sharon’s head rolled from side to side as she begged him to take her harder and faster. The words were barely out of her mouth when he began pummeling her with everything he had.
Insatiable, a mass of tingling nerves, she came in a hot thick spurt, a gusher of lust and delight that blossomed from her loins. “God, Helo! Yes!”
Almost as if burned, he beat a hasty retreat to sit on the ground with his legs outstretched. “You’re my pilot, Sharon.”
Trembling from head to toe, panting for breath, she came up on all fours and crawled the short distance between them. Smiling, he drew her into his lap.Holding her by the waist, he pulled her downward. Like an addict who couldn’t get enough, she moved back and forth, frantic to get more and more of him inside her.
“Easy now…easy,” he breathed heavily, seeking her lips.
Her clit throbbing like a second heartbeat, Sharon continued her quest to engulf all of him. Opening her mouth to receive his tongue, she squealed with pleasure as she rose high and sank down on his cock with tremendous force. The feel of him inside her was incredible. Rocking her pelvis wildly, she was totally lost in the sensation of giving and receiving pleasure. When the next orgasm overtook her, the hot cream filled labia gushed to soak Helo in a waterfall of juices that pooled on the ground beneath them.
Crushing her against his chest, he cried out in ecstasy as he blasted her with a load so hard, Sharon thought she’d go blind. His seed fanned out like millions of tiny soldiers hell bent on attacking her ripening womb. Intoxication, a feeling of pure and holy happiness, poured through Sharon’s soul as she collapsed upon her lover’s chest.
This was what she’d craved.
Please God. Please bless me with Helo’s child.
~~
The forest was soon wrapped in twilight. The soft shapes of the mountains and the valleys grew darker and quickly sidled their way into Helo’s thoughts. He raised the binoculars and as far as the eye could see, the only movement was that of tree branches. The wind was creeping up behind them. It twisted numbly from branch to branch, seemingly to approach like an invisible small animal. But there were no Cylons and that was all that mattered.
A drop of water landed on his cheek, causing him to peer upwards. A huge black cloud like a finger floated across the sky. He sighed in resignation at what was to come. The rain would beat mercilessly down on them like a shower bath, abruptly stop and then start again in a few minutes, as if a tap was being turned on and off. It was virtually the same day in and day out.
“Anything?”
Crouched behind a ridge, Helo didn’t turn around. Sharon was so close he could feel her warm breath on his neck. “Not a peep. Looks like they’re gonna give us a break tonight.”
It’s about fracking time. Since I rescued Sharon, the Cylons seemed to have found a renewed vigor when it comes to hunting us down.
A warm hand rested on his right shoulder, forcing him to meet her eyes. She moved even closer, causing his cheeks to burn and his body to shudder involuntarily. If he were another man, he’d mistake the look in her dark eyes as that of yearning, but he knew better.
Oh Gods, please. If she continues doing things like this, I don’t know what I’ll do.
It made him sick to his stomach knowing she loved another man. That she dreamed of a reunion with the Chief made him want to crawl into a hole and die. Despite what her body language insinuated, Helo knew it wasn’t passion Sharon felt. It was fear. The Cylons had taken her prisoner and had beaten her badly. Now more than ever, she needed the reassurance of human warmth but comforting her was taking its toll on him. He wanted her so badly; he could taste her in his mouth.
Overcome by excitement, his anxiety impelled him to break all physical contact with her. She sank back onto the ground as though deeply hurt but it couldn’t be helped. There was nothing he wanted more in the universe than to strip off her clothes and worship her beautiful body.
“Come on, Sharon. We’ve gotta go,” he said, extending his hand, hoping to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.
Although she was still seemed upset, her hand softly intertwined with his as they moved deeper into the forest. A short time later they came upon a weird cluster of thick grass that was almost spherical in shape. In the same clearing there was a series of hollowed out places filled with dry leaves. It was as if someone had prepared beds for them.
“I think it’s okay here,” Helo said, once again peering through the binoculars. Quietly, Sharon dropped to the ground and began removing branches and twigs from the depression.
Knowing she’d balk at him for volunteering to stay up to keep watch another shift, Helo withdrew a coin from his pocket.
“Call it.”
Sharon half turned while it was still in the air. “Heads.”
“Heads, you win,” he said, not bothering to show it to her. “You sleep. I watch.”
“No, you’re the one who needs sleep,” she insisted.
Ignoring her, he returned the coin in his pocket. It no longer had value but it made him feel good to hold a reminder of the way life used to be. He eased down next to Sharon, took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her into one of the shallow holes.
“I couldn’t sleep even if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him.
Warmth surged through his body. She was so lovely she made him want to cry. Almond shaped dark eyes, jet black hair streaked with cinnamon, delicate lips, small breasts, narrow waist and slender legs all combined to make her a living goddess.
“Truth is, if something happened to you. “I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel the same way.”
Those simple words filled his heart with joy. He sat back on his ankles as a sharp clap of thunder and flash of lightening threatened to cut the conversation shot. Sharon rose up on her elbow, but she didn’t look at him.
I have to tell her. I must.
“Back on the ship, I…ah…look, I knew what was going on between you and the Chief.”
“I think everybody did.”
“And I respected it. Your feelings, his. But I would have given anything to be him.”
The look on Sharon’s face was decidedly uncomfortable and Helo could have slapped himself silly for confessing such a thing. Sighing, he braced himself for what was to come. “Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot here. I don’t want to step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and you know, I have to respect it.”
Out of nowhere, Sharon grabbed him by the collar, plunged her tongue deep into his mouth and drew him atop her. Lost in the eroticism of the moment Helo's mind went blank as he sought to kiss her breathless. The thunder that continuously clapped in the background only served to inflame his passion.
“Sharon!”
Gods, please let this be real.
“Take me, Helo!”
Burning with untamed desire, he had to get her naked. Lust blinded him as he bounded to his feet, bringing her with him, his lips still locked onto hers. Everything in him wanted to rip the flight suit to shreads as he desperately tried to free her body. The damned boots almost upset his plans.
Sharon wanted him just as much as he wanted her because her small hands were clawing at the flight suit. He’d still had a measure of control until the warmth of her made contact with his feverish flesh. Sent into a tailspin of emotions, his brain no longer received enough oxygen.
Her regulation t-shirts flew behind her as his breath caught in his throat. Sharon’s honey-colored skin, although far from fair-complexioned, was unmistakably virginal. Instinctively, he knew that the two small breasts that lifted the dark red buds had never known the lips of a man.
It’s not possible. I know she’s been with the Chief. Hasn’t she?
Pushing the thought out of his mind, he sought to devour the beautiful nipples that saluted him. They were miraculously huge and the two gently swelling mounds that supported them trembled under his scrutiny. Sharon squirmed as he took one and then the other into his mouth, suckling them like a greedy child who couldn’t get enough.
Breathing hard, Sharon collapsed against him. Desperate to be inside her, he swung her into his arms, took a couple of steps and more or less dumped her into the nearest bed of leaves, snatched off the panties and fell atop her. The rock hard erection threatened to burst through the briefs as he worked her over. Sharon whimpered and twisted beneath him, savoring the masturbation.
Forcing himself to break the contact, he pulled away to remove that last barrier. The sight of his fully extended manhood caused Sharon to gasp in shock. While her body had a woman’s curves at the breasts and hips, her face was flushed with curious abandon, like that of a child.
Despite the initial reaction, she spread her legs wide in invitation revealing the tiny pink interior he had every intention of plundering when she was properly prepared. Helo positioned Sharon’s legs on either side of his body, her thighs upon his, as one hand spread her lips to reveal that wonder designed exclusively for pleasure and the other began massaging it into a new level of hardness.
“Oh God! Oh my God! God!” she cried out in ecstasy. Her juices soaked his hand.
Helo drank in her cries as he grasped his penis with one hand and slid it up and down that fantastic valley of soft, slippery, pink flesh. Sharon went ballistic, coming in burst after burst of scalding liquid. The aroma emanating from her was amazing. She was on fire.
Gods! Give me the strength! Gods!
She breathed in erratic spoonfuls of breath as he pushed her legs back until her thighs rested on her stomach, fully revealing the tiny hole. As gently as he could he slipped the head inside the little funnel. The wall of resistance shocked him to the core. Mixed emotions clouded his brain. Trying to handle her gently, he didn’t know if he should stop or not. Sharon took that choice away from him by thrusting her hips upwards, taking almost the full length of him into her body.
She can’t be a virgin!
“Sharon?!”
“Weapons free, Mister. That’s an order.”
“No, Sir.” Her brave words couldn’t hide the pain in her voice. Almost easing out of the bruised little chasm, he paced himself, sinking in and out of her with all the control he could muster but the steamy furrow's grip was almost too tight. She was driving him insane as she writhed in the throes of yet another orgasm.
“Harder, Helo! Faster! God, harder!”
He didn’t have the tenacity to disobey that order. Instead, he drilled his cock into the tight wet cavern as deep and as hard as he could. Sharon was beyond caring. The juices that flowed out of her were like raging rapids racing towards a waterfall.
“More, Helo! Yes!”
Fearing he’d seriously hurt her, he withdrew and collapsed on the ground with his legs outstretched.
“You’re my pilot, Sharon.”
A small secretive smile spread across her lips as she crawled on all fours towards him. Gripping her by the waist, he guided the slippery cocoon of warmth onto his pulsating rod. Sharon’s ebony hair clung to her glistening skin as she struggled, twisted and turned to force the huge cock inside her. Once she had it, she squeezed it to the point it was in danger of losing blood circulation.
“Easy now…easy,” he breathed, seeking her lips.
Sharon didn’t take orders from him. Unrestrained, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue while riding him fiercely, setting off tiny explosions in his brain. It was the fuck of a lifetime. Reaming into her, it felt as if they were one in the same person.
The screams that followed came in waves, matching the convulsions of Sharon’s body, making him feel powerful. Tearing his mouth away from her lips, he buried his face in her shoulder as the molten furnace between her legs continuously gushed liquid fire. Erupting like a geyser, he saturated her womb. Tiny fingers inside her began milking him of all of his nectar.
Desperate for air, Helo fell backward on the ground. Soon after, Sharon collapsed upon him.
Gods, please don’t let her get pregnant! Not now. Not here.
Author's Name: HoniBrownHateza
Word Count: 4300
Rating: MA /NC-17
Date: December 18, 2005
Summary: Sharon and Helo have CrazyForestSex on Caprica.
Spoilers: Set during Six Degress of Separation
Disclaimers: Universal Studios own these characters and situations.
Author’s note: This is my first attempt at Sharon & Helo smut/porn. There is an undercurrent of a story included. Read at your own risk. Burning within the Flames is a stand-alone series of short stories chronicling the relationship between Sharon “Boomer” Valerii and Karl “Helo” Agathon.
CrazyForestSex
~~
The sky was pregnant with storm. Faint thunder could be heard in the distance, but a deathlike hush hovered over the enormous trees. Lines of twisted clouds drifted down to drape the treetops, only to be blown away by sudden gusts of wind, which periodically allowed the moon’s bright rays to flow through the branches. As twilight approached, even the spaces between the grass were being filled with shadows.
“Anything?” Sharon Valerii asked.
“Not a peep. Looks like they’re gonna give us a break tonight,” Karl Agathon said, peering through the binoculars. They were both hunkered down on a ridge overlooking a gorge.
They’d better. I can’t complete my mission if they keep shooting at us day in and day out, but I understand their frustration. I’m beyond frustration.
The mountain was utterly still. Not a single living soul or mechanical being was to be seen. There wasn’t even so much as a stray animal. They were all alone, sitting in the young darkness together. Heartened by the stroke of good luck, Sharon moved in so close to Helo that their lips were almost touching. She could smell his breath, feel his warmth. His eyes, a vibrant hazel fringed by dark lashes, were searing into her soul.
Gently, she touched his right shoulder. A wavelike undulation swept through him so powerfully she could hear his naked throbbing, his naked need. The spicy scent of his skin, combined with the faint odor of perspiration, was intoxicating. As though they were last two people left on the planet, they shared the same sense of isolation. They were castaways on a raft in the middle of a raging sea.
Her emotions wavered between caution and curiosity because they’d bonded on a level she’d never known was possible. As things stood, she was desperate to taste the new emotion he’d introduced her to. He was a bright streak in the darkness that was her existence.
Sharon’s eyes were now riveted on Helo’s lips; her mouth watered with an eagerness to sample him. She couldn’t bring to mind the actual taste of the pleasure she sought, only the craving that preceded it. One thing was certain. A single kiss could provide much needed nourishment for her soul.
“We’d better find a place to rest tonight,” he said, abruptly getting to his feet and moving away, just beyond her reach.
A sudden loss of confidence and gnawing doubt made Sharon’s knees buckle beneath her. Deflated by the rejection, she sank limply into the damp foliage that lined the ridge. For some reason, her actions, intended as an invitation, acted as a ban instead.
On the verge of tears at having failed again, she sought his eyes in the growing darkness. So confused by his attitude, she didn’t know what emotion she wanted to read there. This was beyond her power of understanding.
He wants me. I can feel it. Why won’t he give in?
The silence between them was unbearable. She felt almost no joy in even attempting to have close intimate moments with him anymore. She didn’t understand what was keeping them from coming together. It definitely wasn’t chastity.
Helo wasn’t chaste, but he wasn’t a womanizer either. Tall and strong with sculptured muscles, he was the honey that attracted the bees. Every time he took leave from the Battlestar Galactica, a gaggle of big-breasted bimbos would descend upon him and throw their legs open. As a single man, he had no reason to refuse their offers and he eagerly satisfied his lust and theirs without hesitation.
Are my breasts too small?
For weeks she’d used all of her womanly faculties in an effort to seduce him. In the fallout shelter she’d run around in her underwear day and night, but that had only served to make him feel embarrassed. She’d even endured a beating at the hands of Model Number Six that was designed to bring him closer to her emotionally. That experiment might have worked too well. Helo’s primary concern now was to protect her, not ravish her.
Failure was inevitable. It was virtually hopeless. Whenever she thought she’d cornered him, he fled somewhere else. When she thought he was too far away, he was close but somehow still inaccessible. It was like tracking down echoes in a canyon or trying to catch the sun with her bare hands.
Now she had to come to cruel grips with the situation. He didn’t touch her because he didn’t love her and that was it. He loved the other Sharon. Despite the elaborate deception, in his heart, he knew she wasn’t the same woman. The only thing she could do was to continue groping in the dark, praying that he’d act on his primal instincts and have his way with her.
“Come on, Sharon. We’ve gotta go,” he said, extending his hand as though the uncomfortable moment hadn’t passed between them.
Without hesitation, she slipped her fingers between his and they continued to move deeper into the forest where the hills and valleys followed each other in rapid succession. Before long they came upon a clearing where they had to step over strange round clumps of thick grass. In the same clearing there was a series of regular indentions filled with blankets of forest leaves.
“I think it’s okay here,” Helo said, peering through the his binoculars again.
Sharon dropped to the ground and began removing branches and twigs from the nearest depression. The quicker he went to sleep, the easier it would be for both of them. Since he’d rescued her from the Cylons, her feelings had come into conflict. While the perimeters of the mission remained the same, she also wanted him.
Something about him not only generated an ache between her legs, but that same something also warmed her heart. He was so alive and she craved the feel of him inside her. It was a selfish desire because nothing was more important than conceiving the child. Until the situation changed, Helo was the only man in the universe who could possibly impregnate her. It had to be done quickly because time was running out fast. The others wouldn’t remain patient for very long.
“Call it,” Helo said.
She half turned as the coin was tossed. “Heads.”
The coin landed between his hands. “Heads, you win. You sleep. I watch.”
“No, you’re the one who needs sleep,” she insisted as he put the coin in his pocket. Once it was secured, he eased down next to her, took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her into the cavity.
“I couldn’t sleep even if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him. His eyes were kind and his sweet breath was warm on her face.
“Truth is. If something happened to you, I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel the same way,” Sharon said, believing the sincerity of his words.
He sat back on his ankles as a sharp clap of thunder and a flash of lightening threatened to interrupt their moment. She rose up on one elbow, but couldn’t look at him. Instead, she brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. Not knowing what else to say, she remained silent.
“Back on the ship, I…ah…look, I knew what was going on between you and the Chief,” he said.”
“I think everybody did.” The sudden intensity in the air made her nervous.
“And I respected it,” he continued. “Your feelings, his. But I would have given anything to be him.”
Sharon’s heart beat violently. Her imagination shifted one way and then another. Is he confessing love for me? For her? Should I act now?
Helo sighed. “Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot here. I don’t want to step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and you know I have to respect it.”
Acting on pure instinct, she grabbed him by the collar and their mouths met in a heated embrace of abandoned passion as she drew him on top of her. While Helo tried to suck the oxygen from her lungs, the thunder in the background clashed in rhythm with the bucking of his hips against the softness between her legs. Sharon’s pulse beat so wildly at the hollow of her throat she couldn’t breathe. The fire he was stoking within her sex would soon be a raging inferno.
“Sharon!” he cried, gasping for breath.
“Take me, Helo!”
Like a man possessed, he bounded to his feet, bringing her with him. Fresh oxygen was just beyond her reach as he relentlessly recaptured her lips, simultaneously ripping the flight suit from her shoulders. The suit became an impediment when he was forced to relinquish her lips to pull the rubber material down her narrow hips. The boots went flying somewhere behind her.
Sharon’s hands were all over him, desperate to feel his hot skin next to hers. Trembling in the cool evening, clad only in underwear, she worked feverishly to expose him. As he struggled to free the lower portion of his body from the suit, she pulled the double black and gray t-shirts over his head.
Within a breath, he plucked hers away, revealing her small breasts because she hadn’t worn a bra since they were reunited. Like a half-starved child, he latched onto one pebble hard nipple and then the other, alternating between the two as though the taste of them could preserve his life.
Her knees shook so much she collapsed limply into his arms. Unceremoniously, he dumped her into the nook, tugged off her panties and fell atop her. The flimsy briefs barely contained the solid lump of erection that pounded her exposed clitoris. Helo’s prowess was a living force that made Sharon’s head swim with lust.
The onslaught of frenzied passion made her shiver uncontrollably. The need for him was so great that she sobbed in protest when he pulled back to remove the briefs. The sight of the massive rod of male flesh, easily twenty centimeters in length and so thick she couldn’t get her hands around it, made her half-gasp in fear. Before she could formulate another thought, he was between her thighs again, this time his large fingers were playing with the thatch of dark hair below her abdomen. The digits slipped lower and lower until they parted her hot slick flesh.
Moved by an adventurous spirit, Sharon threw open her body and soul to all of Helo’s desires. Every caress he bestowed was a merciless attack upon her body, her nerves and her bones. Her flesh was so outside her control and her will, she was an explosion set to go off. Her body tuned itself completely to him. Breath sawed in and out of her lungs, suspending her in an unbearable anticipation of need. Sharon was weightless.
Abruptly, he positioned her legs on either side of his body, her thighs upon his. He spread her outer lips apart with one hand, and with the same hand he pulled back the clitoral hood, exposing the tiny nub of flesh to the probing of his free hand.
“Oh God!” The orgasm that came over Sharon was like a vapor rising from her body. It came like flames from her hands, her hair and her sex. It traveled upwards and marched in tandem with the dark clouds above. “Oh my God! God!”
The unfamiliar musky scent that permeated the warm air pocket around them was just strong enough to get her attention, but not for long. Helo nudged the head of his throbbing flesh up and down her slit, triggering another burst of erotic intensity that sent her spinning out of control and into a wild earth-shattering climax that made her jerk and thrash with fever.
God! He’ll shred me to pieces with that thing! I know what to do and I know how to do it but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve never done it! Oh God!
A hoarse moan escaped her raw throat as he pushed her legs back until her thighs were resting on her stomach, like a crab retracting its claws. Slowly, he pushed the tip inside. Sharon cried out in agony as it tore through her flesh. Helo’s eyes grew round with shock. She inhaled deeply and bravely thrust upwards, shrieking in pain as the hard mass of flesh completely penetrated her virginal walls.
“Sharon?!”
“Weapons free, Mister. That’s an order,” she cried through gritted teeth.
“No, Sir,” he panted, visibly upset that he was hurting her.
Easing back until he was at the entrance, he ground it in very slowly. Intent on sharing every throbbing centimeter of his meat he pulled out then sank back in, fucking her with exquisite slowness. Completely outside her senses, Sharon’s head rolled from side to side as she begged him to take her harder and faster. The words were barely out of her mouth when he began pummeling her with everything he had.
Insatiable, a mass of tingling nerves, she came in a hot thick spurt, a gusher of lust and delight that blossomed from her loins. “God, Helo! Yes!”
Almost as if burned, he beat a hasty retreat to sit on the ground with his legs outstretched. “You’re my pilot, Sharon.”
Trembling from head to toe, panting for breath, she came up on all fours and crawled the short distance between them. Smiling, he drew her into his lap.Holding her by the waist, he pulled her downward. Like an addict who couldn’t get enough, she moved back and forth, frantic to get more and more of him inside her.
“Easy now…easy,” he breathed heavily, seeking her lips.
Her clit throbbing like a second heartbeat, Sharon continued her quest to engulf all of him. Opening her mouth to receive his tongue, she squealed with pleasure as she rose high and sank down on his cock with tremendous force. The feel of him inside her was incredible. Rocking her pelvis wildly, she was totally lost in the sensation of giving and receiving pleasure. When the next orgasm overtook her, the hot cream filled labia gushed to soak Helo in a waterfall of juices that pooled on the ground beneath them.
Crushing her against his chest, he cried out in ecstasy as he blasted her with a load so hard, Sharon thought she’d go blind. His seed fanned out like millions of tiny soldiers hell bent on attacking her ripening womb. Intoxication, a feeling of pure and holy happiness, poured through Sharon’s soul as she collapsed upon her lover’s chest.
This was what she’d craved.
Please God. Please bless me with Helo’s child.
~~
The forest was soon wrapped in twilight. The soft shapes of the mountains and the valleys grew darker and quickly sidled their way into Helo’s thoughts. He raised the binoculars and as far as the eye could see, the only movement was that of tree branches. The wind was creeping up behind them. It twisted numbly from branch to branch, seemingly to approach like an invisible small animal. But there were no Cylons and that was all that mattered.
A drop of water landed on his cheek, causing him to peer upwards. A huge black cloud like a finger floated across the sky. He sighed in resignation at what was to come. The rain would beat mercilessly down on them like a shower bath, abruptly stop and then start again in a few minutes, as if a tap was being turned on and off. It was virtually the same day in and day out.
“Anything?”
Crouched behind a ridge, Helo didn’t turn around. Sharon was so close he could feel her warm breath on his neck. “Not a peep. Looks like they’re gonna give us a break tonight.”
It’s about fracking time. Since I rescued Sharon, the Cylons seemed to have found a renewed vigor when it comes to hunting us down.
A warm hand rested on his right shoulder, forcing him to meet her eyes. She moved even closer, causing his cheeks to burn and his body to shudder involuntarily. If he were another man, he’d mistake the look in her dark eyes as that of yearning, but he knew better.
Oh Gods, please. If she continues doing things like this, I don’t know what I’ll do.
It made him sick to his stomach knowing she loved another man. That she dreamed of a reunion with the Chief made him want to crawl into a hole and die. Despite what her body language insinuated, Helo knew it wasn’t passion Sharon felt. It was fear. The Cylons had taken her prisoner and had beaten her badly. Now more than ever, she needed the reassurance of human warmth but comforting her was taking its toll on him. He wanted her so badly; he could taste her in his mouth.
Overcome by excitement, his anxiety impelled him to break all physical contact with her. She sank back onto the ground as though deeply hurt but it couldn’t be helped. There was nothing he wanted more in the universe than to strip off her clothes and worship her beautiful body.
“Come on, Sharon. We’ve gotta go,” he said, extending his hand, hoping to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.
Although she was still seemed upset, her hand softly intertwined with his as they moved deeper into the forest. A short time later they came upon a weird cluster of thick grass that was almost spherical in shape. In the same clearing there was a series of hollowed out places filled with dry leaves. It was as if someone had prepared beds for them.
“I think it’s okay here,” Helo said, once again peering through the binoculars. Quietly, Sharon dropped to the ground and began removing branches and twigs from the depression.
Knowing she’d balk at him for volunteering to stay up to keep watch another shift, Helo withdrew a coin from his pocket.
“Call it.”
Sharon half turned while it was still in the air. “Heads.”
“Heads, you win,” he said, not bothering to show it to her. “You sleep. I watch.”
“No, you’re the one who needs sleep,” she insisted.
Ignoring her, he returned the coin in his pocket. It no longer had value but it made him feel good to hold a reminder of the way life used to be. He eased down next to Sharon, took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her into one of the shallow holes.
“I couldn’t sleep even if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him.
Warmth surged through his body. She was so lovely she made him want to cry. Almond shaped dark eyes, jet black hair streaked with cinnamon, delicate lips, small breasts, narrow waist and slender legs all combined to make her a living goddess.
“Truth is, if something happened to you. “I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.”
“I feel the same way.”
Those simple words filled his heart with joy. He sat back on his ankles as a sharp clap of thunder and flash of lightening threatened to cut the conversation shot. Sharon rose up on her elbow, but she didn’t look at him.
I have to tell her. I must.
“Back on the ship, I…ah…look, I knew what was going on between you and the Chief.”
“I think everybody did.”
“And I respected it. Your feelings, his. But I would have given anything to be him.”
The look on Sharon’s face was decidedly uncomfortable and Helo could have slapped himself silly for confessing such a thing. Sighing, he braced himself for what was to come. “Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot here. I don’t want to step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and you know, I have to respect it.”
Out of nowhere, Sharon grabbed him by the collar, plunged her tongue deep into his mouth and drew him atop her. Lost in the eroticism of the moment Helo's mind went blank as he sought to kiss her breathless. The thunder that continuously clapped in the background only served to inflame his passion.
“Sharon!”
Gods, please let this be real.
“Take me, Helo!”
Burning with untamed desire, he had to get her naked. Lust blinded him as he bounded to his feet, bringing her with him, his lips still locked onto hers. Everything in him wanted to rip the flight suit to shreads as he desperately tried to free her body. The damned boots almost upset his plans.
Sharon wanted him just as much as he wanted her because her small hands were clawing at the flight suit. He’d still had a measure of control until the warmth of her made contact with his feverish flesh. Sent into a tailspin of emotions, his brain no longer received enough oxygen.
Her regulation t-shirts flew behind her as his breath caught in his throat. Sharon’s honey-colored skin, although far from fair-complexioned, was unmistakably virginal. Instinctively, he knew that the two small breasts that lifted the dark red buds had never known the lips of a man.
It’s not possible. I know she’s been with the Chief. Hasn’t she?
Pushing the thought out of his mind, he sought to devour the beautiful nipples that saluted him. They were miraculously huge and the two gently swelling mounds that supported them trembled under his scrutiny. Sharon squirmed as he took one and then the other into his mouth, suckling them like a greedy child who couldn’t get enough.
Breathing hard, Sharon collapsed against him. Desperate to be inside her, he swung her into his arms, took a couple of steps and more or less dumped her into the nearest bed of leaves, snatched off the panties and fell atop her. The rock hard erection threatened to burst through the briefs as he worked her over. Sharon whimpered and twisted beneath him, savoring the masturbation.
Forcing himself to break the contact, he pulled away to remove that last barrier. The sight of his fully extended manhood caused Sharon to gasp in shock. While her body had a woman’s curves at the breasts and hips, her face was flushed with curious abandon, like that of a child.
Despite the initial reaction, she spread her legs wide in invitation revealing the tiny pink interior he had every intention of plundering when she was properly prepared. Helo positioned Sharon’s legs on either side of his body, her thighs upon his, as one hand spread her lips to reveal that wonder designed exclusively for pleasure and the other began massaging it into a new level of hardness.
“Oh God! Oh my God! God!” she cried out in ecstasy. Her juices soaked his hand.
Helo drank in her cries as he grasped his penis with one hand and slid it up and down that fantastic valley of soft, slippery, pink flesh. Sharon went ballistic, coming in burst after burst of scalding liquid. The aroma emanating from her was amazing. She was on fire.
Gods! Give me the strength! Gods!
She breathed in erratic spoonfuls of breath as he pushed her legs back until her thighs rested on her stomach, fully revealing the tiny hole. As gently as he could he slipped the head inside the little funnel. The wall of resistance shocked him to the core. Mixed emotions clouded his brain. Trying to handle her gently, he didn’t know if he should stop or not. Sharon took that choice away from him by thrusting her hips upwards, taking almost the full length of him into her body.
She can’t be a virgin!
“Sharon?!”
“Weapons free, Mister. That’s an order.”
“No, Sir.” Her brave words couldn’t hide the pain in her voice. Almost easing out of the bruised little chasm, he paced himself, sinking in and out of her with all the control he could muster but the steamy furrow's grip was almost too tight. She was driving him insane as she writhed in the throes of yet another orgasm.
“Harder, Helo! Faster! God, harder!”
He didn’t have the tenacity to disobey that order. Instead, he drilled his cock into the tight wet cavern as deep and as hard as he could. Sharon was beyond caring. The juices that flowed out of her were like raging rapids racing towards a waterfall.
“More, Helo! Yes!”
Fearing he’d seriously hurt her, he withdrew and collapsed on the ground with his legs outstretched.
“You’re my pilot, Sharon.”
A small secretive smile spread across her lips as she crawled on all fours towards him. Gripping her by the waist, he guided the slippery cocoon of warmth onto his pulsating rod. Sharon’s ebony hair clung to her glistening skin as she struggled, twisted and turned to force the huge cock inside her. Once she had it, she squeezed it to the point it was in danger of losing blood circulation.
“Easy now…easy,” he breathed, seeking her lips.
Sharon didn’t take orders from him. Unrestrained, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue while riding him fiercely, setting off tiny explosions in his brain. It was the fuck of a lifetime. Reaming into her, it felt as if they were one in the same person.
The screams that followed came in waves, matching the convulsions of Sharon’s body, making him feel powerful. Tearing his mouth away from her lips, he buried his face in her shoulder as the molten furnace between her legs continuously gushed liquid fire. Erupting like a geyser, he saturated her womb. Tiny fingers inside her began milking him of all of his nectar.
Desperate for air, Helo fell backward on the ground. Soon after, Sharon collapsed upon him.
Gods, please don’t let her get pregnant! Not now. Not here.